viva one/six {yunho/junsu}
Title: Viva Chapter One - We Will Love Again
Fandom: DBSK
Pairings: Yunho-centric, Yunho/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: slight homosexual stereotypes
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humour
A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to write and get up! My humblest apologies to yjjyc for the wait, and thank you for writing such a wonderful plot! I do hope that this will be good enough for you in the end... More notes at the end.
Summary: Jung Yunho is a rich, polite, perfect man. Kim Jaejoong is his obnoxious, and gay, best friend. Kim Junsu is a sultry, sexy and seductive man, that Yunho meets when Jaejoong brings him to a gay bar. Romance and humour ensues.
“Let’s go to a gay bar, they said, it’ll be fun, they said,” Jung Yunho mutters underneath his breath as he scans around the hot, dark, pulsating room that he sits in.
For a gay bar, he had expected something less sultry. He would have expected dirty martinis, Barbra Streisand singing to not rain on her parade, and people walking up slowly and asking if someone would enjoy a drink, wiggling their eyebrows and starting up conversations in a higher pitched tone. This was a complete shock.
Bodies pressed against bodies, slick with the sweat of a thousand bodies, the sky illuminated with streaks of blues, pinks, yellows and purples. Alcohol was passed from one person to the next, sips of wine and beer taken by a million different pairs of lips. People shimmy their bodies to not musicals that starred Hugh Jackson but actually modern day music, and Yunho is sure that this is some mixed-up, remixed Abracadabra that they are currently listening to.
Yunho grabs onto the bar like a lost child. In some ways, this was the truth, as Kim Jaejoong had disappeared; joining the throng of people that meshed together in an action that Yunho would carefully name “dancing”. He could not see the red-haired man through the group of people as some had pink, purple, green or blue hair, with many different lengths, and even though Jaejoong was a pretty tall man (not as tall as Yunho was, but tall still), he was still covered through the shroud of humanly and homosexual desire.
A man like Jung Yunho should not be here. He had a meeting at ten tomorrow morning, and he still had to get that report written up before that, and he was pretty sure that even if he texted Yoochun, demanding to do it for him, that the nerd would be watching Sherlock or Star Trek instead. Yunho was a nice man that enjoyed Jaejoong’s presence, and would never hate him for his preferences, but Yunho deemed it too far when Jaejoong brought him to a gay bar, when he was one-hundred percent straight.
“You look pissed,” Jaejoong says, looking him up and down and sitting down at the bar beside him, asking the bartender to get him something else by a name that Yunho has never heard of before. Jaejoong thanks the bartender with a smile and sips at his drink before turning to Yunho, who continues to glare at him.
“This is a gay bar. You brought me to a gay bar,” Yunho explains, “So of course I would be pissed.”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes, slamming his hand down onto the bar. A few people look at him as he starts laughing hysterically. Yunho sighs and grabs onto Jaejoong’s arm. “You’re drunk,” he says, “Go home Jaejoong, you’re drunk.”
“Awn, I would have wanted you to stay for just a little bit longer,” a voice purrs from behind them, and Yunho turns to see who it is exactly. His stomach drops.
First of all, he’s wearing all skinny, tight leather. Ok, mostly leather, like his black, leather pants, that stick to his gorgeous thighs and run down to his calves, where yes, they do still stick deliciously, and to his army boots, tied up with red laces. His jacket is leather, too, broadening his shoulders and a tight red t-shirt is underneath, and Yunho is pretty sure that he can see nipples from underneath the fabric. His hair is a delicious platinum blonde, and he can see the purplish-blue contacts shining underneath the party lights.
“Kim Junsu,” he introduces, “And I like you.” He licks his lips slowly, bringing his thumb up to his lips and running it over his mouth, wiping away the access lipstick that collects at the side of his lips. Yunho swallows hard-because Junsu is looking right at him, and that does nothing to make him feel any better, thank you.
“I’m sorry, I’m not g-gay, I’m straight, and I have a g-girlfriend…” Yunho stutters, trying his best to get as far away from Junsu as possible, as he has now taken a step closer, pulling himself away from the group of people that just seem to get bigger that dance behind him.
“He’s lying, he’s never had a girlfriend in his life,” Jaejoong intersects, inspecting his nails. Yunho turns to his best friend and roommate, throwing daggers out of his eyes, and Yunho desperately wishes that looks could kill, because Jaejoong’s best friend routine is really, really not helping. This is not the time where Yunho wants him to be his wingman.
Junsu laughs, and Yunho turns to him, surprised to hear such an interesting laugh for a man that looks undeniably sexy in such outfit, if Yunho was gay, of course. “Not gay my ass,” he says, inching closer and closer to Yunho, smiling as the man wiggles into his seat, tapping Jaejoong’s hand in a vain attempt to get Jaejoong to protect him, as best friends are supposed to do (right?).
Jaejoong doesn’t seem to notice as Junsu sits down on Yunho’s lap, and Yunho is still surprised about how Junsu was able to get on his lap in the first place. He runs his fingers down Yunho’s tanned face, leaning in and whispering softly into Yunho’s ear, “I’ll fuck you, outside, now. And don’t do the, “I’m not gay” routine, I’ve made all good boys go bad.” Junsu grabs onto Yunho’s hands, and runs his tongue up the side of Yunho’s left ear.
“Ok, ok that’s it!” Yunho says, politely pushing Junsu off and dragging Jaejoong off, spilling the drink in his hand over. They rush out, and Yunho is sure that he must have committed a crime with all of the club-goers that he must have pushed over. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he mumbled under his breath as he made his way through the club, finally smelling almost clean, fresh air, and freedom.
Jaejoong pouts all the way to Yunho’s parked car, a few blocks away. The clothes he’s wearing is barely appropriate for November, rubbing his arms as they walk down to the car, his shoes going ‘clomp, clomp’ as he tries to catch up to Yunho, who is almost in a run by now.
“It took me a very long time to get into that bar, you know,” Jaejoong comments when they get into Yunho’s car, and Yunho fishes his car keys out of his pocket. Yunho does a wonderful job at ignoring him, putting his keys into the ignition and starting the car, not surprised when some Girl’s Generation starts playing through. Jaejoong just happens to raise the volume.
“I should have gotten that guy’s number, to be honest. Kim Junsu, that seems like a popular name, doesn’t it? It might be hard to find him, then,” Jaejoong says to himself, pulling out a piece of paper from the glove box and writing down Kim Junsu on the paper.
“Can we stop talking about him?” Yunho asks, pulling to a stop at an intersection. At the middle of the night, there aren’t that any people out, just a few other cars that keep them company. He rubs his face with his hands, breathing into his palms, trying desperately to get the image of Junsu’s vixen glance out of his head, or the feel of his tongue moving up his ear. It felt almost like a cat’s, like sandpaper…
Jaejoong giggles, but shuts up eventually when Yunho turns and glances at him, raising his palms up in defense. “But seriously, a girlfriend? You are the worst guy to play straight.”
“I would like to remind you of Jiyeon, back in seventh grade, thank you very much,” Yunho says, “We dated for a total of six weeks, which is a lot longer than you’ve ever dated anyone.”
“Didn’t she like me?” Jaejoong asks, “Green light.”
Yunho rolls his eyes and continues driving. “She liked you, yes, but you’re gay, remember? You knocked her down as quickly as humanly possible.” He flips a strand of hair from his eyelids, sighing. Jiyeon was a very pretty girl, as Yunho remembered, and he was rather positive that she was in musicals or movies, now.
“Dude, if anyone looked you up, they’d think you’re gay,” Jaejoong said, “You’re very well dressed, you cook reasonably well, well enough for Changmin at least, you’re always buying expensive stuff, you have only ever had one girlfriend ever and that was before you were fourteen, and you just went to a gay bar.”
“That my friend forced me to go to!” Yunho argues. The car falls to silence.
“Am I really that gay-looking?” Yunho asks, his fingertips tapping against the steering wheel. Jaejoong laughs and taps his shoulder.
“You’re fine, Jung Yunho, just don’t go to anymore gay bars.” He winks, and climbs out of the car, heading up to the elevator of their building.
Yunho sighs, closing the door to the car and following him. He’s about to open the door to the elevator room when his phone buzzed, and he unlocks his phone to check the text.
Hey boss~ <3
yeah, Minnie needed my help tonight!
unfortunately, couldn’t get that report done…
you can finish it tonight, right?
i love you <33
- Yoochun
He sighs again, not even bothering to text back.
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end of chapter one.
a/n: i am again, deeply sorry that this took so long! i hope that yjjyc enjoys this first part!
a/n1: i am guessing to update this every sunday, after posting up my seoulfulness fills for the week
a/n2: join for faster updates
a/n3: viva is a favorite song. that is why i am dedicating this fic to this song
Fandom: DBSK
Pairings: Yunho-centric, Yunho/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: slight homosexual stereotypes
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humour
A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to write and get up! My humblest apologies to yjjyc for the wait, and thank you for writing such a wonderful plot! I do hope that this will be good enough for you in the end... More notes at the end.
Summary: Jung Yunho is a rich, polite, perfect man. Kim Jaejoong is his obnoxious, and gay, best friend. Kim Junsu is a sultry, sexy and seductive man, that Yunho meets when Jaejoong brings him to a gay bar. Romance and humour ensues.
“Let’s go to a gay bar, they said, it’ll be fun, they said,” Jung Yunho mutters underneath his breath as he scans around the hot, dark, pulsating room that he sits in.
For a gay bar, he had expected something less sultry. He would have expected dirty martinis, Barbra Streisand singing to not rain on her parade, and people walking up slowly and asking if someone would enjoy a drink, wiggling their eyebrows and starting up conversations in a higher pitched tone. This was a complete shock.
Bodies pressed against bodies, slick with the sweat of a thousand bodies, the sky illuminated with streaks of blues, pinks, yellows and purples. Alcohol was passed from one person to the next, sips of wine and beer taken by a million different pairs of lips. People shimmy their bodies to not musicals that starred Hugh Jackson but actually modern day music, and Yunho is sure that this is some mixed-up, remixed Abracadabra that they are currently listening to.
Yunho grabs onto the bar like a lost child. In some ways, this was the truth, as Kim Jaejoong had disappeared; joining the throng of people that meshed together in an action that Yunho would carefully name “dancing”. He could not see the red-haired man through the group of people as some had pink, purple, green or blue hair, with many different lengths, and even though Jaejoong was a pretty tall man (not as tall as Yunho was, but tall still), he was still covered through the shroud of humanly and homosexual desire.
A man like Jung Yunho should not be here. He had a meeting at ten tomorrow morning, and he still had to get that report written up before that, and he was pretty sure that even if he texted Yoochun, demanding to do it for him, that the nerd would be watching Sherlock or Star Trek instead. Yunho was a nice man that enjoyed Jaejoong’s presence, and would never hate him for his preferences, but Yunho deemed it too far when Jaejoong brought him to a gay bar, when he was one-hundred percent straight.
“You look pissed,” Jaejoong says, looking him up and down and sitting down at the bar beside him, asking the bartender to get him something else by a name that Yunho has never heard of before. Jaejoong thanks the bartender with a smile and sips at his drink before turning to Yunho, who continues to glare at him.
“This is a gay bar. You brought me to a gay bar,” Yunho explains, “So of course I would be pissed.”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes, slamming his hand down onto the bar. A few people look at him as he starts laughing hysterically. Yunho sighs and grabs onto Jaejoong’s arm. “You’re drunk,” he says, “Go home Jaejoong, you’re drunk.”
“Awn, I would have wanted you to stay for just a little bit longer,” a voice purrs from behind them, and Yunho turns to see who it is exactly. His stomach drops.
First of all, he’s wearing all skinny, tight leather. Ok, mostly leather, like his black, leather pants, that stick to his gorgeous thighs and run down to his calves, where yes, they do still stick deliciously, and to his army boots, tied up with red laces. His jacket is leather, too, broadening his shoulders and a tight red t-shirt is underneath, and Yunho is pretty sure that he can see nipples from underneath the fabric. His hair is a delicious platinum blonde, and he can see the purplish-blue contacts shining underneath the party lights.
“Kim Junsu,” he introduces, “And I like you.” He licks his lips slowly, bringing his thumb up to his lips and running it over his mouth, wiping away the access lipstick that collects at the side of his lips. Yunho swallows hard-because Junsu is looking right at him, and that does nothing to make him feel any better, thank you.
“I’m sorry, I’m not g-gay, I’m straight, and I have a g-girlfriend…” Yunho stutters, trying his best to get as far away from Junsu as possible, as he has now taken a step closer, pulling himself away from the group of people that just seem to get bigger that dance behind him.
“He’s lying, he’s never had a girlfriend in his life,” Jaejoong intersects, inspecting his nails. Yunho turns to his best friend and roommate, throwing daggers out of his eyes, and Yunho desperately wishes that looks could kill, because Jaejoong’s best friend routine is really, really not helping. This is not the time where Yunho wants him to be his wingman.
Junsu laughs, and Yunho turns to him, surprised to hear such an interesting laugh for a man that looks undeniably sexy in such outfit, if Yunho was gay, of course. “Not gay my ass,” he says, inching closer and closer to Yunho, smiling as the man wiggles into his seat, tapping Jaejoong’s hand in a vain attempt to get Jaejoong to protect him, as best friends are supposed to do (right?).
Jaejoong doesn’t seem to notice as Junsu sits down on Yunho’s lap, and Yunho is still surprised about how Junsu was able to get on his lap in the first place. He runs his fingers down Yunho’s tanned face, leaning in and whispering softly into Yunho’s ear, “I’ll fuck you, outside, now. And don’t do the, “I’m not gay” routine, I’ve made all good boys go bad.” Junsu grabs onto Yunho’s hands, and runs his tongue up the side of Yunho’s left ear.
“Ok, ok that’s it!” Yunho says, politely pushing Junsu off and dragging Jaejoong off, spilling the drink in his hand over. They rush out, and Yunho is sure that he must have committed a crime with all of the club-goers that he must have pushed over. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he mumbled under his breath as he made his way through the club, finally smelling almost clean, fresh air, and freedom.
Jaejoong pouts all the way to Yunho’s parked car, a few blocks away. The clothes he’s wearing is barely appropriate for November, rubbing his arms as they walk down to the car, his shoes going ‘clomp, clomp’ as he tries to catch up to Yunho, who is almost in a run by now.
“It took me a very long time to get into that bar, you know,” Jaejoong comments when they get into Yunho’s car, and Yunho fishes his car keys out of his pocket. Yunho does a wonderful job at ignoring him, putting his keys into the ignition and starting the car, not surprised when some Girl’s Generation starts playing through. Jaejoong just happens to raise the volume.
“I should have gotten that guy’s number, to be honest. Kim Junsu, that seems like a popular name, doesn’t it? It might be hard to find him, then,” Jaejoong says to himself, pulling out a piece of paper from the glove box and writing down Kim Junsu on the paper.
“Can we stop talking about him?” Yunho asks, pulling to a stop at an intersection. At the middle of the night, there aren’t that any people out, just a few other cars that keep them company. He rubs his face with his hands, breathing into his palms, trying desperately to get the image of Junsu’s vixen glance out of his head, or the feel of his tongue moving up his ear. It felt almost like a cat’s, like sandpaper…
Jaejoong giggles, but shuts up eventually when Yunho turns and glances at him, raising his palms up in defense. “But seriously, a girlfriend? You are the worst guy to play straight.”
“I would like to remind you of Jiyeon, back in seventh grade, thank you very much,” Yunho says, “We dated for a total of six weeks, which is a lot longer than you’ve ever dated anyone.”
“Didn’t she like me?” Jaejoong asks, “Green light.”
Yunho rolls his eyes and continues driving. “She liked you, yes, but you’re gay, remember? You knocked her down as quickly as humanly possible.” He flips a strand of hair from his eyelids, sighing. Jiyeon was a very pretty girl, as Yunho remembered, and he was rather positive that she was in musicals or movies, now.
“Dude, if anyone looked you up, they’d think you’re gay,” Jaejoong said, “You’re very well dressed, you cook reasonably well, well enough for Changmin at least, you’re always buying expensive stuff, you have only ever had one girlfriend ever and that was before you were fourteen, and you just went to a gay bar.”
“That my friend forced me to go to!” Yunho argues. The car falls to silence.
“Am I really that gay-looking?” Yunho asks, his fingertips tapping against the steering wheel. Jaejoong laughs and taps his shoulder.
“You’re fine, Jung Yunho, just don’t go to anymore gay bars.” He winks, and climbs out of the car, heading up to the elevator of their building.
Yunho sighs, closing the door to the car and following him. He’s about to open the door to the elevator room when his phone buzzed, and he unlocks his phone to check the text.
Hey boss~ <3
yeah, Minnie needed my help tonight!
unfortunately, couldn’t get that report done…
you can finish it tonight, right?
i love you <33
- Yoochun
He sighs again, not even bothering to text back.
--
end of chapter one.
a/n: i am again, deeply sorry that this took so long! i hope that yjjyc enjoys this first part!
a/n1: i am guessing to update this every sunday, after posting up my seoulfulness fills for the week
a/n2: join for faster updates
a/n3: viva is a favorite song. that is why i am dedicating this fic to this song