The Birthday Present (1/2)
i. story by: hydraheiress
ii. pairing: yunjae
iii. genre: romance, humor, fluff
iv. length: double-shot
v. rating: nc-17
vi. summary: Yunho and Jaejoong belong to each other themselves.
Summary: It's Jaejoong's birthday and his friends just want the best for him.
the conspiracy
3: 45 PM
January 26, 2010
Renaissance Seoul Hotel
“Pssttt, Mushroomhead over here.” The young Japanese man’s head whipped to the source of the voice.
Keita had stepped on Seoul’s grounds at Incheon Airport an hour ago and had quickly left the buzzing area. It was Jaejoong’s birthday today. Yoochun and Junsu had phoned him last night and asked if he could make a quick visit to their friend’s party. Keita didn’t need to be told twice. Saying his goodbyes to Ryohei and Ryuichi he immediately boarded the earliest plane to Seoul.
Moments later, Keita found himself in the hotel’s VIP diner, (where they had agreed to meet) and was being called Mushroom head, thanks very much to the dolphin. Eyes roaming from here and there, his gaze finally locked on the two figures at one of the tables. They were wearing fake mustache, big round ass black sunglasses and a hood. Keita couldn’t help but grin at the sight of his Korean friends. Taking long strides and carefully keeping his own disguise on (which was Yoochun’s idea), he stood by the table, sat down then gave each one a hug.
“Junsu, what is up with the mushroom nickname?” Keita was raising an eyebrow as he asked this.
“Sssshhh.” Junsu shushed him, hand instantly clamping at the other’s mouth to which Keita gave him a disgruntled look. Junsu sighed. “Aish! I told you, it’s Dolphin and you call the other Cheesecake.”
“Why do I have to be the cheesecake?” said cheesecake asked, eyebrows knitted together and pouting.
Junsu giggled at the pout targeted at him. “Everyone knows you’re a walking big block of cheese.”
“Then you should be duckphin, considering you’re both duck and dolphin.” Yoochun declared, grinning.
Withdrawing his hand off Keita’s mouth, Junsu punched the other man in the arm. “Yah!”
“Umm, guys. Weren’t we supposed to meet because of the plan?” Keita asked, scratching at his neck.
Junsu and Yoochun’s gazes traveled back to him, a soft ‘oh right’ falling from their lips.
“Security’s gone tighter with the company.” Yoochun’s face lost all signs of playfullness as he whispered. “Even Hyungjoongie and Seunghyunnie. The company’s restricted Yunho-hyung and Changmin ah from getting any contact with them. The lack of messages from them is killing us. Jaejoong-hyung in particular.”
“You haven’t heard anything from Yunho and Changmin?” They nodded. “How long?”
“Nearly a month. Aish, I thought Jae-hyung’s going to get better after his vacation with Hyunjoongie but after a few days he went emo again.” Junsu’s eyes watered at the reminder of his Jaejoong-hyung’s tear stained cheeks. “He doesn’t show it of course when we’re around but whenever we spy on him he’s always crying.”
“Duckphin-yah.” Yoochun said, pulling him to his arms. Junsu glared at the nickname but relaxed at the touch. Yoochun smiled gently at him and wiped the tears flowing down the corner of his eyes.
‘Yep, definitely a walking block of cheese.’ Keita mentally agreed at seeing the mushy gestures. He blinked and clutched at his chest when two faces flashed in his mind. He was suddenly missing his Ryohei and Ryuichi.
“Jaejoong-kun didn’t tell me anything about this new situation you guys are facing.” Keita said, pursing his lips in thought. “Come to think of it, he rarely messaged or called me the past two weeks.”
“Like we said, he’s getting depressed again. And he doesn’t wanna burden anyone with his emotional issues.”
“I know how it is. He’s always keeping to himself when he’s feeling a strong emotion because he tends to… lost control of it and he’s afraid that he’d do something stupid.” Keita explained from his own observations.
“So are you gonna help us?” Yoochun and Junsu asked, directing him with twin sets of pouting lips. Keita idly thought that if they were to take the sunglasses off, both would be sporting a lost puppy dog expression.
“Well, SME can’t touch me and I’m not exactly best buddies with Yunho-san and Changmin-san, so I think I'm safe from any suspicion.” Keita smiled and winked. “Sure, I’m going to help.” he said. “I actually already have a plan in mind.”
**
Jaejoong was lying down in bed, phone in hand as he skimmed through the photos of his picture gallery. They were complete in the pictures, smiling, grinning happily. Yunho was especially glued to his back, hands possessively wrapped around his waist, his chin resting on Jaejoong’s shoulder as he grinned into the camera.
A lone tear rolled the side of Jaejoong’s cheek. He clicked the down button and the next picture ripped out a choked sob out of his throat. He brought a hand to his mouth, his eyes fluttering close as he began to weep. On the screen was of his and Yunho’s photo, kissing. Their eyes were closed as they kissed passionately.
It was Yoochun that took the picture without their consent. It was one of those nights where they were simply relaxing at the living room of the apartment as they watched movies. Changmin and Yoochun would often fight over what to watch while Junsu simply rolled his eyes and smack them lightly on their heads. But of course, in every movie watching session, more than half of their attention wasn’t on the screen but on each other.
Jaejoong terribly missed those times. The times that whenever he wanted to feel Yunho’s touch, it would only take one call of his name and the other man would be encasing him in an embrace enough to make him melt. Whenever he was on the verge of breaking down, whenever he was on a bad mood, Yunho would only take one look at him, his eyes shining with so much love and Jaejoong’s world would brighten instantly.
He missed holding Yunho when he himself was being pushed to his limits. He missed the way he murmured his name, the way he moaned Jaejoong’s name as he buried himself deeper into him. Jaejoong missed the way he laughed, the way he danced, the way he whispered sweet nothings to his ear, the way he kissed him, hug him when Yunho was drenched wet with sweat from a dance session just to see the pout on his lips that Yunho loved so much.
Tears uncontrollably fell from his eyes as he recounted all their happy memories together. If he could just...
“Jaejoong, it’s me Hyunjoong, can I come in?” Jaejoong bit at his lip, quickly forcing the tears from falling. Hastily wiping at his cheeks, Jaejoong tried to collect deep breaths before answering the man on the door.
“Yeah, it’s okay.” he replied, albeit his voice shook a little. Clicking his cellphone off, he watched as the door was slowly opened and his best friend slipped through the door, regarding him with a concerned look.
Hyunjoong walked over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. “Jaejoong, have you been crying?” he tentatively asked when he noticed the faint smear of tears on his cheek and the puffiness of his eyes.
Jaejoong sniffed and wiped furiously at his face. “Mm not.” he replied.
“I’m really sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” Jaejoong quickly assured. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this. Because of me, you’re now being restricted to talk with any of your other friends from the company too. Same with Seunghyunnie.”
“Hey.” Hyunjoong gently said, moving a few inches towards the other man, hand reaching out to lift his face. Jaejoong’s lower lip quivered at the gesture. It was a gesture that Yunho often did when Jaejoong was upset. “You know that Seunghyun and I will do anything for you and Chun. There’s no need to apologize.”
Tears prickled his eyes once more. “I wish I could hear anything from him. Just... anything.” Jaejoong said in between choked-sobs. “I wish I could see him again. I want to hold him. I want him to hold me.” Gaze resting on Hyunjoong’s face, he brokenly asked. “Am I being punished for having these feelings for another man?” The empty hollow space in his heart was only getting bigger everyday and Jaejoong feared that he might die before he even had the chance to see Yunho again. It was almost funny, dying on his birthday of all days.
“Hyung.” Jaejoong immediately found himself being crushed to the other man’s chest, his tears dampening the fabric of Hyunjoong’s shirt. “Love isn’t about a person’s gender or his social status or his upbringing. It’s the heart that only matters. And don’t you say you’re being punished.” Extracting himself from the hug, Hyunjoong rubbed his best friend's cheek with a thumb and smiled.“You’re a great person and so is Yunho. The road might be rocky at this point but I am confident that after all of this is over, you guys are finally going to get back together and be happy.”
Chewing at his bottom lip, Jaejoong could only stare at his best friend.
“Thank you.” he finally said after a moment passed. Hyunjoong was right. Jaejoong never lost hope. But he was only human. It was out of his control if there would be times that he would be overrun by his emotions.
Hyunjoong grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom. “Hyunjoongie.” Jaejoong eyed his best friend.
“Shower, get dressed and meet me downstairs in two hours.” Jaejoong was confused. “It’s your birthday hyung, and the party’s going to start in a few hours so you have to be dressed good because we have guests.”
Ever since Hyunjoong was given the keys to Jaejoong’s new residence, the brat had been acting as if he owned the place. Then again, Jaejoong had told him to treat it like his own house. He was beginning to regret that.
He didn’t want a party. He didn’t feel like celebrating in the least bit. “I don’t want a party.”
“Your mom and dad’s coming and your sisters too.” Hyunjoong said, pushing him through the bathroom door. “We’ve already invited our friends. Junho and Ricky are coming as well, Hwangboo’s coming, and oh, Yoochun and Junsu said Keita might flew in too. Aish, just get in there and let us take care of everything.”
Jaejoong grumbled under his breath but seeing as Hyunjoong seemed to have already invited everyone. He didn’t have a choice. Glaring one last time at the other man, Jaejoong disappeared through the door. Once he was in the tub, his tears were falling again. ‘Yunho.’ Jaejoong sobbed and wept. ‘I want to see you so bad.’
**
“Keita’s doing it. But I don’t know if hyung would like the idea at all.” Yoochun’s voice filtered through.
Hyunjoong leaned against the wall while Seunghyun pressed his ear against the phone beside him. “He wouldn’t like the idea that much is obvious.” he agreed. “But I know he will do it. What about Changmin?”
“Keita phoned 30 minutes ago that he couldn’t take hold of Changmin ah. It seems that he’s got a busy schedule what with his new movie and all.” Yoochun’s voice was getting duller with every second. “He wouldn’t make it.”
“Yoochunie, it’s alright. I’m sure you guys can meet him again one of these days.” he said, trying to console his friend. “Either way, it’s important that Yunho arrives. Jaejoong’s getting worse.”
“I know.” Yoochun sullenly agreed at the other line. “He’s breaking apart without him.”
**
Yunho had been lying on Jaejoong’s bed, refusing to budge one bit as he continued to run his fingers along the portrait that was in his hands. The pictures of his members, of his Jaejoong had been sabotaged by the SME staff a couple of weeks ago. Yunho was just thankful thought that they didn’t found this picture of Jaejoong that he kept in his journal.
With eyes fluttering close, Yunho's tears trickled down the side of his cheeks.
Questions raced through his thoughts. What was Jaejoong doing right now? Was he thinking of him as much as he thought of the other man? Did he miss him just like how he did that the pain he felt was already bordering on physical pain? It was Jaejoong’s birthday today and he wanted to be there for him so bad. He wanted to take him into his arms, greet him a ‘happy birthday’, tell him how much he loved him, how much he missed him. He wanted to hold him tight and shower him with kisses. He wanted to do all those things and so much more.
But he knew that he couldn’t do anything about the situation because of the stupid trial. Where there were two bodyguards in the apartment from before, now there were five. Yunho was being treated as a prisoner.
All of a sudden, he heard his phone rang from the living room.
Yunh hastily wiped at his tears and got up from the bed. Nearly falling flat on his face as he dashed towards the ringing merchandise (thank god his bodyguards hadn’t been anywhere near), Yunho flipped the cell open and looked at the small screen. His heart immediately sank when he got an anonymous number but he still received the call nevertheless. He was hoping that Jaejoong was using another phone, wishing to all the gods that none of his bodyguards would be walking in on him right that instant with the phone in his hand. He had been banned from directly using it. All his calls and texts had to get through his bodyguards first before he was allowed to receive them.
When it wasn’t Jaejoong’s voice that filtered through the receiver, Yunho’s heart dropped to his stomach. But when the man on the other line quickly called out his name in a rush, Yunho was instantly on alert. The man asked if he was Yunho and if he was in his apartment. He had answered that yes, it was him and that he was in his place. The man on the line asked him if he could get out. Yunho thought it was strange how the man was asking him of that.
The next thing he felt was his heart jumping out of it’s ribcage at the mention of Jaejoong dying.
For a second Yunho thought that the company was playing a trick on him, testing him if he was going to crack and rush to Jaejoong’s side, wherever that may be. But the voice was fast on the pick up, answering his silent question as if knowing what he was thinking.
Yunho was told about Jaejoong’s drunken state and how he kept calling out Yunho’s name. He also found out that the caller happened to be “Keita Tachibana.” ‘Jaejoong’s new bff.’ Yunho seethed in jealousy. Having read of the article about those two in Tokyo Tower and how this ‘Keita’ had joked about him and Jaejoong being together to the people in there, Yunho had decided to hate his very existence immediately after that.
It looked like Jaejoong had started his 24th birthday party with a bang since he was already drunk at six in the afternoon. The thought of that guy being in Jaejoong’s side at his vulnerable state made Yunho see red.
‘He’s in my hotel room bed and he keeps calling out for you. He’s looking at me funny man and he keeps moaning. I tried reaching Junsu and Yoochun but they’re not picking up.’ Keita said, letting out a disgruntled sigh. ‘Oh and in case you’re wondering, I got your number from Jaejoong when we all first met.”
Yunho wasn’t listening to the rest of the sentence anymore. Jaejoong. Hotel Room. Bed. Alone with a man while he was drunk. Yunho began to sweat. He knew full well how touchy Jaejoong got when he was drunk.
‘What hotel? And the room number?’ Yunho quickly asked, dashing to his room and taking out a piece of paper and a pen as he began to jot down the address of the hotel and all the details he needed to know. “Yes, got it.”
After deleting the call history, changing into an over-sized hoodie and pushing on a pair of sunglasses against his nose and a face mask, he put the phone back to the living room desk, walked down the stairs and jumped out the back window - with lots of head craning from side to side to make sure that no ones has spotted him. A bit later, Yunho was finally able to see the garage and his car. With hands clenching into fists, he broke out into a run. Yunho quickly got into the driver’s seat, turned the ignition on, stepped on the pedal and drove off.
**
“Jaejoong. Eat.” Yoochun said, shoving a spoonful of fried rice and kimchi into his mouth. Jaejoong glared at him, folded his arms against his chest and shook his head. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”
“I already ate.”
“You ate two pieces of galbi-gui. And that was about it.” Junsu expounded.
Jaejoong growled low in his throat. “Not hungry. My appetite’s simply gone. What do you want from me?”
“We want you to eat.”
“I told you I already...”
“Jaejoong. It’s nearing 8pm already and everyone has already eaten except you.” Hyunjoong admonished.
“I didn’t want a party!” Jaejoong thundered, his eyes boring holes into them.
After the first few hours, strained smiles at the guests, making small talk and exchanging hugs with his family and some of his other friends, Jaejoong had excused himself to go up to his room saying he wasn’t feeling well. His sisters had wanted to be by his side, his mom asked him if he was coming down with something, his dad was clamping a hand to his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze and Jaejoong all ever did was say that he needed to be left alone.
“Goddamit, I said I wanted to be alone. Why is everyone getting on my case?”
“Jaejoong.” They all mouthed, shocked at the other’s outburst.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry alright.” Jaejoong said, expression crumbling down, hands instantly covering at his eyes as the tears began to fall once more. “I’m sorry. I know you guys want me to be happy for my birthday, and I’m grateful that you’d go through all this trouble for me, really I am. But please, please, please understand that I am not... I don’t... I just can’t... I can’t do this anymore!”
Dropping his hands and directing his friends with his tear-filled gaze, Jaejoong added. “I can’t pretend I’m okay. I can’t. Because I’m not. And I’m sorry but I just... I just want to see him. I don’t need anything else.” Jaejoong hugged his knees to his chest, burying his face into his folded arms as he began to rock his body back and forth. “I don’t need anything. Just him. Please, just him.”
Hyunjoong, Junsu, Yoochun and Seunghyun gazed at each other, hearts being torn into shreds at their hyung's depressing sight, hoping against hope for the plan to work.
**
Yunho had spotted a black van trailing after him when he left the apartment. He knew it was his bodyguards going after him so he had been extra cautious and careful as he ran straight to the room number that Keita had him written down. “Where is he?” Yunho practically tore through the hotel room door that Keita was occupying.
Keita turned around, two set of women’s garments in his hands. “What do you think fits more? The french maid type or the school girl type? Hmmm, I would have picked a hanbok but... meh, you’ll look fat in it.”
Yunho screeched into a halt, eyeing the Japanese man like he had just lost his mind. “What?”
“Jaejoong’s not here. He’s in his house for his birthday party.” When Yunho’s stare became a glare, Keita shrugged. “Look man, I had to get you jealous to the point of wanting to kill me that’s why I dropped off hints like him being drunk and in my hotel room, moaning and shit. I had to make you sneak out of your apartment.”
Nothing was making sense to Yunho. The only thing that registered in his head was he got tricked. The bastard must have been laughing hysterically at him on the inside. Toying with his emotions like that, it was unforgivable. Yunho took long strides towards him, fisting his collar in a death grip and hissed.
“The hell?” Keita rasped out fighting off Yunho’s hold. Yunho’s eyes were burning with rage and Keita knew that he had to think fast. “Yoochun and Junsu put me up to this. You want to see Jaejoong right? Of course you do. Stupid question.” Grunting, he added. “I know you don’t like me that much but I’m here to help you.”
Yunho’s facial expressions relatively relaxed at the promise of seeing Jaejoong again. “You’re...”
“I know the stuff about Hyunjoong and Seunghyun getting banned to see you and Changmin. Junsu and Yoochun talked to me asking for my help. I don’t know how bad it is but they seemed desperate. Jaejoong doesn’t even text me or call me anymore. It seems that his depression’s getting worse. Look, I’m his friend now, and I care a lot for him. I don’t want to see him waste away. He loves you and misses you like hell. So I’m here to help. Now, if you believe me or not, it’s your call. But I’m telling you man, Jaejoong needs you.” he paused, then added. “And I’m sure you need him just as much.” It didn’t miss his notice how stressed out and how red Yunho’s eyes had become from what he could only guess were numerous late night hours of crying.
“You’re... going to help me see him again?” Yunho’s voice was drenched in hope.
Keita nervously smiled and nodded. “Yes, now if you would just let me go, we got work to do.”
**
“So, has Keita called in yet?” Hyunjoong asked as they stood outside the balcony.
Junsu was just about to shake his head when his phone suddenly vibrated. Hastily pulling the merchandise off his pocket, his eyes widened and a smile spread across his face. He placed the phone by his ear. “Keita.”
“Yo, I got Yunho here with me now. We’re going to be waiting at the 15th floor of the hotel, room 43.”
“That’s great.” Junsu cheered, signaling at the rest that their Yunho hyung was where they wanted him to be. “So did he say yes to the ummm... plan? I mean, this is after all Jaejoong-hyung’s birthday.”
“Yeah, I know and I already told him about it. He was strongly against it at first but he gave in.”
“YAH!” Yunho’s voice in the background was heard. “Who are you talking to?”
“Keita, put hyung on the line.” Junsu couldn’t contain the excitement within him.
A short ‘your children’s jumping up and down to see you’ was heard before it was Yunho’s voice that filtered through the receiver. “Junsu-yah!” he greeted, happiness filling his heart upon hearing Junsu’s squeak.
“Hyung!” Junsu squeaked whole-heartedly. “God, it’s so great to hear from you again.”
“Junsu, I want to talk to hyung.”
“Chun, I’m still on the phone.”
”Yah! I want to talk to him.”
“Wait your turn. Let go of the phone or you’re not getting any tonight.”
“Wah, no fair!”
“Waah, my ears.” Seunghyun and Hyunjoong joked.
“YAH!” Yoochun and Junsu retorted, pouting.
“Aish!” Yunho laughed at the childishness of his dongsaeng-deul. But his face suddenly took on a solemn look. “Junsu-yah, can I... can I speak to him?” he asked, hoping against hope that Junsu would let him.
“I’m sorry hyung, we can’t. It’s going to ruin the surprise.” Junsu said, biting at his bottom lip. He felt tears prickle the corner of his eyes. “I missed you hyung. Like so much. I can’t wait for this to be over.”
“You guys are going to win.” Yunho said, cheering them on. But then his voice broke. “I’m sorry.”
“We had different views at that time hyung. It happens. There’s no need to apologize.”
“I still could’ve...”
“You and Changmin ah both didn’t know that it’d turn out this way. You had your own mind, we had ours. Besides, the cosmetic company started with us. If you went with our decision, your acting careers...”
“I don’t give a crap about that anymore.” Yunho cut him off. “I just want to be with you guys again.”
“We know. Especially Jaejoong-hyung.” Junsu sullenly expressed. “Chun’s going to talk with you now.”
**
“Do I really have to wear this?” Yunho complained for the tenth time that night, examining his attire. “And dude, where the heck did you learn to wax someone’s legs, do their hair and their make-up?”
“I’ve watched the make-up-neechan’s when they do our make up and when they wax the company's female talents' legs too many times already that I finally came to the point of being able to fully understand the profession.” Keita explained.
Yunho let out a long exasperated sigh as he shook his head. “This is fucked up.”
“It’s not fucked up.”
“I’m wearing a nurse outfit. I have long blonde hair, make up and my legs are waxed. It’s fucked up!”
“Oooh stilettos.” Keita suddenly chirped, bringing over a pair of red high heels to Yunho’s feet. TVXQ’s band leader gaped at him. Keita smirked. “Come on, put it on and let’s see if it fits.”
“You’re kidding me right?” Keita shook his head. “You’re serious?” He nodded. “I can’t walk in those.”
“Come on, you have to mend Jaejoong’s broken heart. And what better way than to dress up as a nurse.”
“I could’ve been a doctor.” Yunho grumbled.
“Well, there’s that but... I didn’t bring any doctor attires and when you go out as a guy behind those doors, those bodyguards of yours are surely going to see you and then... bam, seeing Jaejoong? Not gonna happen.”
Yunho looked like he was about to finally and fully give in.
“It’s his birthday and you’re his present.” Keita pointed out, a mischievous grin playing on his lips and Yunho finally understood why his Jaejoongie got along well him. They had the same spunk. Yunho smiled.
**
“Where are you taking me?” Jaejoong struggled and fought against the strong grip that his friends had on him. They were inside Seunghyun’s car as they sped off along the highway. “Yah, this isn’t funny!”
“Hyung, we have an after party for you.” Junsu said, somewhat blushing but was grinning down at him.
“A what?”
Yoochun had to try his best to contain his laughter at the image that popped into his head of their manly TVXQ leader, Yunho, in an itsy bitsy tiny nurse suit. The mental imagery was funny to him yet Yoochun couldn’t help but think that the outfit might rip another kind of reaction from his Jaejoong-hyung. The kind that they were rooting for. “Keita’s waiting with the nurse we hired to ummmm, service you tonight at the hotel he’s staying in.”
Jaejoong’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “Service? A nurse?”
“Well, she’s not exactly a nurse, but she’s dressed up as one. It’s the theme we chose since you’ve been giving off strong signals of the broken heart syndrome.” Hyunjoong explained, somewhat disturbed with the thought of Yunho in a nurse outfit. He's always had this image of the guy as the epitome of alpha maleness. Then again, there was Purple Line.
“You’ve all gone nuts! I... I can’t... no, I’m gay.” Well, okay he’s not really gay but his friends were all nine kinds of crazy if they thought that bringing some goddamn cosplaying nurse to his lap was going to get rid of the pain.
“Hyung, you’re Yunho-sexual. Not gay.” And Yoochun had never said truer words than that.
“Let me go, I want to go home!” Why the hell were they doing this? Jaejoong felt tears on his eyes again. And here he thought that his friends gave a fuck about his feelings for Yunho.
His feelings weren’t to be toyed with. They were genuine and real. It was only Yunho that he loved this much.
What happened to Hyunjoong’s words of comfort to him ealier that day? What happened to Yoochun and Junsu? They had always been very supportive of Jaejoong and Yunho’s relationship in the past and here they were now, setting him up for a stupid one night stand with some chick he didn’t even know. He wouldn’t be able to touch anyone or be touched by anyone intimately if it wasn’t his Yunho. It was only Yunho that he needed. Didn’t he make that clear enough?
“Seunghyun said that sexual healing works.” Yoochun expounded.
“It does.” Seunghyun yelled from the driver’s seat. “I heard from Keita that the nurse is a babe.”
Everyone laughed except the birthday celebrant.
‘Once this is over, I’m going to kill all of you.’ Jaejoong threatened under his breath, his heart sinking.
**
Keita inserted the key and pushed the nurse outfit clad Yunho into the gap of the bedroom door that they had reserved for Jaejoong and Yunho’s after party. After making sure that there was not a bodyguard in sight, he slammed the door shut.
Minutes ago, Keita had to literally drag Yunho out of his hotel room, all dressed in his nurse outfit and stilettos. Yunho’s persistent try to jerk away from Keita’s hold took Yunho’s bodyguards’ attention to them who they found out were only standing a few distance away. Fortunately, Keita was quick thinker and had pushed Yunho into the wall, acting as if he was kissing ‘her’ neck, blocking Yunho’s face from the bodyguard’s watchful gaze.
Time seemed to stop and Yunho was itching as heck to throw a punch to Keita’s face. Then again, with Keita on him like that, it did save him from getting found out. He figured that he’d forgive him... this time anyway.
“I’m going to go now. Stay inside and when Jaejoong comes, stay in character.”
“He’s going to find out at first glance. I make a sucky nurse.” Yunho grumbled, directing Keita with a glare.
“Well it’s your job. You’re supposed to suck.” Keita grinned. Yunho aimed a pillow at him to which Keita got hit straight on the face. “Ow.” Yunho smirked and folded his right leg over his left in a womanly fashion.
“Once I’m done with this and I’ve reconnected with my Jaejoongie again, you’re so going to get it.”
Keita pouted. “Dude, I go to all this trouble and the thank you I get is the promise of physical pain?”
“Bite me.”
“No, that’s Jaejoong’s job.”
Keita was already out the door when another pillow came hurtling in his direction. Once Yunho was left to himself, he couldn’t help but think of his Jaejoongie biting him... hard. Yunho let out a guttural moan. The very thought of Jaejoong having his wicked way with him made his cock twitch.
Yunho was definitely looking forward for Jaejoong to unwrap his present.
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A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot for Jaejoongie's birthday but damn, it got really really long so I decided to make it a double-shot instead. I'm working on the second part as we speak *smutcoughsmut* and will be uploaded in a few hours or preferably tomorrow since my eyes are drooping shut.