[FIC] Sixth Sense & Sensibility [3/3]
Sixth Sense & Sensibility [3/3]
Yunho/Jaejoong (Yoochun/Junsu)
NC-17 this part.
Yunho, Jaejoong and Changmin share a gift and use it to kick some paranormal ass.
Humour/Crack/Fluff/...Porn? 8D
Part 1 Part 2
As always, for nullspace♥♥ (jumoon asked for the porn!)
When Kim Jaejoong, twenty-one year old college student, rolls out of bed into a puddle of green slime, he knows that something is very wrong. “Daekwan!” he yells, surprising even himself with the sheer volume of his voice. “Where is it!”
Daekwan’s amused face peeps through the wall. “Kitchen. Seems to like your leftover kimbap.”
Jaejoong narrows his eyes. Nothing touches his kimbap. Not even the slimy undead. He extricates himself from the disgusting green mess and reaches for his cell phone, steadfastly ignoring the way slime attaches itself to everything it touches. He scrolls down his contacts list and stabs the call button murderously. It takes six rings before someone picks up.
“Ugh,” a sleepy voice mumbles.
“Get over here,” Jaejoong snaps. “There is something disgusting in my kitchen.”
“Jaejooooong. I was sleeping.”
Jaejoong bites back a smile at the cute whine. “Jung Yunho, I don’t care if you’re mid-fuck. Get over here right now.”
Yunho snorts down the line. “Mid-fuck. I wish, you horrible withholder. What’s in your kitchen,” he grumbles.
“I don’t know, but it’s slimy. Wake up Changmin and get your toned butt over here.”
“You could see this toned butt naked,” Yunho suggests hopefully.
Jaejoong closes his eyes and counts to five. He’d really rather not think about sex whilst covered in green gunk. “Will you please just come and help me out?” He hears a loud thump on the other end. “What was that?”
“That was me falling out of bed,” Yunho groans. “I think I bruised my ass. Why do you make me do these things?”
“I’ll kiss it better,” Jaejoong retorts. “But first I’m going to hang up, and if you’re not over here in the next ten minutes then you certainly won’t be getting-“
Yunho hangs up first. Jaejoong laughs, despite the mess clinging to him, and makes sure to check his hair in the mirror before trudging into the kitchen.
-
Two days later, Jaejoong goes round to Yunho’s apartment after class. He has it on good authority that Changmin is out for the night (with a girl, Yunho suspects) and they have the place to themselves. Of course, Jaejoong has no expectations. He just happened to shower and spritz himself with aftershave before he left. Really.
Yunho lets him in with a pleased smile and the first thing Jaejoong notices is the smell of food from the kitchen. He toes off his shoes and follows his nose. “Did you cook?” he cautiously enquires.
Yunho shifts a bit, obviously fighting some kind of internal battle, before sighing and admitting, “No, it’s take out. I was going to pretend I’d been slaving over a hot stove all day but I’m sure Junsu would have spilled the beans.”
“Too right,” Junsu yells through the apartment. A spill of Yoochun’s giggles echoes through as an afterthought.
“Anyway,” Yunho says loudly. “The point is that you’re here. We have food, no Changmin and the gruesome twosome are on strict orders not to disturb us.”
Jaejoong stifles a laugh and settles for a smile. “You’ve got it all planned out, huh?”
Yunho, to his credit, just shrugs and grins. “Is that such a bad thing?”
“Never,” Jaejoong says, patting Yunho’s hip as he makes a beeline for the table of take out. “The way into a man’s pants is through his stomach.”
Yunho chuckles and picks up a pair of metal chopsticks. He picks through the dishes of food and holds up a piece of pork for Jaejoong. “Here,” he says softly, “try this.”
Jaejoong opens his mouth and gives Yunho the show he wants, sliding his lips along the chopsticks and humming with pleasure as he swallows. Yunho pauses, slipping the chopsticks back out. Jaejoong licks his lips.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho murmurs. “I want-“
Jaejoong smiles and pulls Yunho down into a chair. “Me too,” he agrees. “But first we should eat, okay? I need some energy before you wear me out.”
They share the meal with easy conversation and easier laughs. They take turns doing disgustingly coupley things like feeding each other and sharing little kisses after each mouthful of food. As Yunho kisses him a little harder, Jaejoong finds himself thinking about how this is the first time they’ve really been alone together. No housemates, ghostly or otherwise, and no talk about work. Just them. He pulls back and thumbs the light flush staining Yunho’s cheek. “We need to have sex,” he says, straight up.
Yunho smiles and pushes the bowls of food away. “Come on, then,” he says, standing up and pulling Jaejoong with him.
They stumble through the apartment awkwardly, not wanting to let go of each other. By the time they reach Yunho’s bedroom, Jaejoong’s shirt is long gone and Yunho only has one leg in his pants. To Jaejoong, this is not good enough. Impatiently he strips Yunho of his shirt. He’s about to get Yunho out of his pants when he notices that Yunho is completely, absolutely… ripped. He gawks at Yunho’s chest and stomach like a horny teenager.
Yunho laughs. “You may have the arms,” he says, running his fingers along the curve of Jaejoong’s biceps, “but I have the abs.”
Jaejoong shivers and looks at Yunho seriously. “I’m going to lick you,” he announces.
Yunho is suddenly naked in record time. Jaejoong rids himself of clothing and pushes at Yunho until they’re both on the bed, skin against skin in as many places as possible. Jaejoong shimmies down and presses a wet kiss just above Yunho’s bellybutton. Before Yunho can react, Jaejoong licks his way up Yunho’s chest and flicks his tongue over a nipple. Yunho’s cock jumps against Jaejoong’s hip and Jaejoong shifts, rubbing his own erection along Yunho’s skin.
There’s a muffled giggle from above and Jaejoong lifts his head to stare at Yunho incredulously.
“What?” Yunho whispers, moving his hand down Jaejoong’s body and squeezing his ass. “Come on.”
Jaejoong groans and aligns their hips so that he can really slide against Yunho. They both shudder at the friction, skin hot and slick with desire.
Another muffed giggle, cut off by frenzied hushing noises.
Jaejoong stops moving and pants, “Did you say something?”
Yunho shifts and grips Jaejoong’s thigh. “No, but I might if you don’t shut up and give me some real action.”
“It might help if Yunho spread his legs a bi-“
“Junsu, shh!”
Jaejoong and Yunho freeze in perfect synchrony. They look up towards the ceiling and Jaejoong feels a cold wash of fear.
Junsu and Yoochun grin sheepishly at them. “Um,” Junsu says. “Hi?”
“Why are you here?” Yunho asks, dangerously calm.
Yoochun has the grace to look mortified. “We, err… Junsu wanted to, um, watch. And I couldn’t refuse him. He pouted. We didn’t mean to disturb you!”
“Yeah!” Junsu pipes up. “I just thought you could use some tips, you know. You seem kinda nervous.”
Jaejoong stares at them. “Tips?” he says, vaguely wondering why this is his life. “Tips? Have you even had sex before?”
Junsu frowns. “Well, no. But Yunho watches enough porn to give me some idea of how it works.”
Yoochun makes a strangled noise that sounds suspiciously like a giggle. “Junsu, stop. I don’t think we’re helping.”
“Get out,” Yunho says quietly.
“I thought they might appreciate it!” Junsu argues, completely ignoring Yunho. “I mean, Yunho really seems to like it when the porn guys rub against each other and-“
“Get out!” Yunho bellows. His face, Jaejoong observes, is redder than a ripe tomato. “Out! Before I zap you with the proton device!”
“Is that a euphemism?” Yoochun teases. Junsu snorts with laughter.
Yunho looks about ready to die. Amusing as it, Jaejoong is starting to feel rather uncomfortable in their compromising position. Especially as the heat is completely gone and Jaejoong is worried that he’s squishing Yunho’s bits and pieces. “You should really go,” he suggests, as calmly as possible. “I think he might be serious.”
Junsu and Yoochun glance at each other before zooming through one of the walls. Their chuckles seem to reverberate around the apartment.
Jaejoong rolls off of Yunho and grins at him. “Mission failure?”
Yunho throws an arm over his face and sighs. “I’m really sorry. I told them not to. I’m going to kill them. Or, you know, zap them into undead dust.”
Jaejoong laughs and kisses Yunho’s shoulder. “It’s okay. We can try again. Probably not here though. It’s sort of unfair to them.”
Yunho removes his arm and stares at Jaejoong. “Unfair to them?”
Jaejoong smiles. “We’re doing something that they want to, but they can’t.”
“Oh,” Yunho says, deflating. “I didn’t think of that.”
Jaejoong scoots off the end and hunts around for his underwear. He pulls them on and turns to Yunho. “Come to mine before class tomorrow and I’ll give you breakfast,” he says, winking stupidly. “I’m still determined to lick you.”
-
Breakfast, as it turns out, is a naked one.
“Fucking tease,” Jaejoong groans as Yunho licks peanut butter from his collarbone. “I’m not bread.”
Yunho laughs and smears more peanut butter along Jaejoong’s inner thigh, dipping down to suck it off. “No, you’re ridiculous.”
Jaejoong whimpers from the contact and tries to direct his crotch towards Yunho’s face.
“Careful,” Yunho admonishes. “You’ll take my eye out.”
“Flatterer,” Jaejoong laughs, gasping when Yunho slides his mouth down over Jaejoong’s cock.
“Disgusting!”
Yunho chokes and pulls off, eyes watering. “What the fu-“
“Disgusting!” Frank appears next to the bed and glares at them. “Sodomy! In my own house! I won’t have it!”
Jaejoong pushes Yunho off and gives Frank the most evil look he can muster. “This is my house and I will sodomise all I want. Leave!”
Yunho coughs back a laugh and Jaejoong suspects it’s at the word ‘sodomise’.
“Homosexuals,” Frank carries on, “it’s just not right. In my day this would never have happened. Everyone knew the sins of sodomy.”
Jaejoong stands so that is stark naked and eye to eye with Frank. “I happen to enjoy sodomy. And this man is going to sodomise me whether you like it or not.”
“Stop,” Yunho gasps, giving in to the giggles he’s been holding back. “Stop saying it.”
“I’m glad you find it funny,” Jaejoong snaps. “And you,” he says to Frank, “better leave. I’ve found a way to banish ghosts and I will do it, mark my words.”
A brief staring contest ensues before Frank grunts angrily and disappears. Jaejoong sinks down on the bed next to a still giggling Yunho. “Okay there?” he says dryly, watching as Yunho tries to control himself.
“Oh baby,” Yunho says between snorts, “sodomise me!”
Jaejoong picks up Yunho’s shirt and throws it at him. “You can make your own breakfast.”
Yunho sits up and dissolves into more giggles. “I’m sorry. I just. You’re so romantic.”
“You’ll be late for class,” Jaejoong sighs, looking down forlornly at his completely wilted erection. “I’ll pick you up afterwards.”
“For some sodomy?” Yunho asks, pulling on some pants. “I’m excited for the sodomy.”
Jaejoong swallows down a smile. “Leave! You’re incorrigible.”
“Big word,” Yunho teases. He finishes lacing up his shoes and kisses Jaejoong goodbye. “See you later, lover.”
Despite his previous exclamation, Jaejoong still pouts when Yunho leaves. He thinks that somewhere, someone is probably laughing at his sexual frustration. Two particular beings come to mind.
-
After cleaning the last of the green slime from between the floorboards, doing some last minute studying and grabbing a bite to eat, Jaejoong sets out to pick Yunho up from class. He has formed a plan of action: take Yunho out for dinner, talk about sex, go find a hotel, have sex. Before both their bits and pieces fall off from disuse. And if Changmin interrupts them with a work call, so help him God Jaejoong will shove that proton device where the sun dare not shine.
Jaejoong catches sight of his murderous expression in the rear view mirror and relaxes his face muscles. He glances back in the mirror and tsks at the mess on his backseat: a box of tissues, old magazines and a crushed soda can.
A tiny light bulb goes off inside Jaejoong’s head. He pulls up to the university Yunho studies at and flips open his cell phone excitedly. As he calls Yunho, Jaejoong tries to school his expression into seriousness and hopes that his voice follows.
“I’m just leaving,” Yunho says as soon as he picks up. “I’m not late, am I?”
“No time,” Jaejoong says urgently. “We’ve got a call. Come on. I’m out front.”
Yunho hangs up straight away and Jaejoong has to resist cackling with glee. He catches himself as Yunho jogs up to the car, looking delectable in sweats and a polo shirt. He climbs into the car with a serious expression.
“Good day?” Jaejoong asks, pulling away sharply as not to give up the illusion of urgency.
“All right,” Yunho replies. “Where’s the job?”
“Not far,” Jaejoong says vaguely, cursing himself for not having a real plan. They drive in relative silence for the next ten minutes. Yunho flicks between radio channels in his usual antsy pre-work mood. Jaejoong keeps his eyes out for a suitable location and smiles to himself as they approach one.
“Here?” Yunho asks sceptically as they pull in behind an old factory.
Jaejoong turns off the engine and puts on his most convincing smile. “Here.”
“I… don’t get it,” Yunho says, looking around in confusion. “What are we here for?”
“This,” Jaejoong says and pulls Yunho in by the collar for a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Yunho stiffens against him and Jaejoong has about two seconds of fear that Yunho will pull away and demand to know what’s going on. Then Yunho moans into Jaejoong’s mouth and does something with his tongue that has Jaejoong seeing stars.
They kiss for long seconds, mouths sliding and breath hot between their lips. Yunho cups Jaejoong’s jaw, stroking the fine skin with his thumb. Jaejoong melts under the touch and breaks away for oxygen. “There’s no one around,” he murmurs hopefully.
“I know,” Yunho says with a wicked smile. “Push your seat back.”
“Are you sure?”
Yunho reaches down and fiddles with Jaejoong’s seat himself. As he pushes it back, he says, “I want you,” and climbs carefully over to straddle Jaejoong’s lap. “Fucking steering wheel,” he mutters darkly as it digs into his back. They both giggle.
Jaejoong pulls Yunho in for another kiss, already missing the taste of him. “What do you want?” he mumbles into Yunho’s mouth. He’s already hard from anticipation and he can feel that Yunho isn’t exactly unaffected.
Yunho slides his hands under Jaejoong’s shirt and pulls it over his head. “Mm, that’s what I want.” He ducks down and sucks on the juncture between Jaejoong’s neck and shoulder. Jaejoong groans and fumbles with the waistband of Yunho’s pants. Yunho stops him with a firm hand and pulls back with the sexiest smile Jaejoong as ever seen. “Nuh uh,” Yunho sing-songs. “My turn first.” He shuffles back until he’s kneeling on the tiny floor space and takes Jaejoong’s pants off as he goes.
“Isn’t that uncomfortable,” Jaejoong asks, still managing to find some coherence.
“Yes,” Yunho replies honestly. “But if I don’t touch your cock right now, I’m going to go insane.”
Jaejoong has no complaints.
Yunho manhandles Jaejoong until his legs are propped up on the dashboard. Jaejoong can’t help the way his cheeks heat up from the sudden exposure. Yunho looks at him, eyes roaming over his body as if seeing him for the first time. Jaejoong feels almost too hot with desire. “You gonna look at it or touch it,” he says quietly, trying to hide his embarrassment.
“Shh,” Yunho soothes. He takes Jaejoong’s erection between his fingers and squeezes gently. “Got anything I can use for this?”
Jaejoong tries to think through the hazy pleasure of Yunho touching him. “Uh, in the door.” Yunho reaches down awkwardly into the pocket on the car door. He pulls out a tin of strawberry lip balm and raises an eyebrow at Jaejoong. “Not a word,” Jaejoong warns.
Yunho scoops out some of the balm and warms it in his palm before stroking Jaejoong’s cock with slick, delicious friction. Jaejoong moans loudly and pushes into the touch, the recent sexual tension beginning to melt out of his body. What he doesn’t expect, and what makes the air rush out of his lungs, is the slow stroke of Yunho’s tongue between his ass cheeks. He tries to simultaneously move towards and away from the touch. He can barely register anything with the tight warmth around his cock and the rough teasing of Yunho’s tongue.
“Relax,” Yunho whispers, a soft breath against Jaejoong’s thigh.
Jaejoong whimpers and shakes as Yunho uses just the tip of his tongue in short, flicking motions. It feels like he’s burning up with pleasure, the tight coil of it getting ready to unwind. Yunho thumbs under the head of Jaejoong’s cock and Jaejoong feels the first pulse of orgasm approaching. “Too soon,” he gasps. “Your hand. Can’t last.”
Yunho’s only response is to glide his thumb over the head and squeeze down over the shaft with a tight grip. Jaejoong tries not to buck but he’s slowly losing control of everything. He looks down, watches Yunho’s head moving between his thighs and it’s all over. Electric heat runs through him, from fingertips to toes and it feels like he’s being turned inside out as he comes in short, hard spurts all over his chest and his stomach and Yunho’s hand.
Yunho eases his hand, helping Jaejoong through the aftershocks. He keeps a steady pace with his tongue and Jaejoong shudders as he comes down from the high, immediately sensitive and groaning from the stimulation. “Stop,” he breathes, lungs constricting. “Too much.”
Yunho pulls back and wipes his grinning mouth. He looks like a smug little shit and really, Jaejoong thinks wildly, brain still recovering, he has every right to. “Good?” Yunho asks. Definitely smug.
Jaejoong tries to sit up, wincing slightly at the mess he’s going to have to pay someone else to clean. He looks down at Yunho dumbly. “You can do that to me every day, please.”
Yunho laughs and begins carefully pulling himself up out of the cramped position. “The only downside is that now I won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“Allow me,” Jaejoong says, regaining use of his limbs and heaving Yunho up and into the passenger seat. Yunho’s foot hits the horn on the steering wheel and the loud noise makes them both jump and then burst out laughing. “Pants off,” Jaejoong wheezes through giggles, “I’m going to blow you so hard you’ll see stars.”
Yunho, once again, is naked in record time, back pressed up against the glass window as Jaejoong kneels in the driver’s seat and slides his mouth over Yunho’s cock in one smooth motion. He keeps it there for a moment, swallowing against the taste of Yunho on his tongue and relishing the choked cry from above. He pulls back slowly, sucking his cheeks right in and moving with the slow, helpless thrust of Yunho’s hips. Yunho’s head tips back and pants harshly, his chest rising and falling heavily.
Jaejoong decides that he’s having none of it. He taps Yunho’s thigh, pausing until Yunho looks down, then sucks the head hard and slow, making sure his dirty red lips are perfectly visible. Yunho bites his lip and jerks with the effort of restraining himself. He grips onto the seat in place of Jaejoong’s hair and growls. The noise makes Jaejoong suck harder, tonguing the shaft as he goes down again.
“Jaejoong, fuck,” Yunho grunts.
Jaejoong can feel the tension building in Yunho’s body and he knows it’s going to have to snap soon. He kneads the soft skin of Yunho’s inner thigh, still working his mouth, squeezes slow circles further and further in until Yunho is gasping and rolling his hips rhythmically. Jaejoong relaxes his throat and lets Yunho fuck his mouth.
Yunho chokes out, “I’m going to-“
Jaejoong presses his thumb, ever so lightly, against the skin just behind Yunho’s balls. Yunho stills, body frozen as orgasm hits and rushes through him. Jaejoong slides his mouth back, swallowing out of both want and necessity and closing his eyes against the barrage of unexpected emotion from the intimacy.
As Yunho’s lets out the breath he’s been holding, Jaejoong gently licks him clean and sits back. He smiles at Yunho’s sweat-flushed skin, the damp edges of his hair. He looks beautiful. “You’re amazing,” Yunho stutters. His eyes focus on Jaejoong and he smiles lazily. “That was hot.”
“Thank you,” Jaejoong replies, a little hoarse. “Who needs a bed, huh?”
Yunho shifts round awkwardly to sit facing the front of the car. He groans as his back clicks. “I might. For about a week.”
“Worth it?” Jaejoong enquires.
Yunho reaches out to touch the drying mess streaked across Jaejoong’s abs. “Oh yeah,” he replies. “I’d say so.”
They slowly clean up, as much as possible, and get the car and themselves back into a mostly presentable state. Jaejoong helps Yunho with his pants as his knees seem to have given up for the moment.
As Jaejoong pulls on his own pants, there’s a deep vibration in his pocket.
“So soon?” Yunho teases.
Jaejoong laughs and shoves his hand into his jeans. “My phone, dumbass.” He checks the caller ID and rolls his eyes when he sees that it’s Changmin. He picks up and says, “What do you want?”
“You need to come home,” Changmin hisses. “Now.”
Jaejoong sighs. “Why?” There’s a slight pause and then the muffled sound of glass shattering. “Changmin? Changmin, what’s wrong?” Jaejoong sits up, suddenly alert and worried by the uncharacteristic behaviour. “Changmin?”
“I’m here,” Changmin says. He sounds strained and upset. “You need to come back. Something’s in here. It followed me.”
Jaejoong fumbles for the car keys. “We’re coming, okay? Hold the fort. We won’t be long.”
Changmin hangs up without another word. “What’s wrong?” Yunho asks, brow furrowing with concern.
“Changmin,” Jaejoong says shortly. He turns on the ignition and puts the car into reverse. “Something followed him home.”
-
Jaejoong and Yunho race up the stairs to Yunho’s apartment as soon as they reach the block, not wanting to wait for the elevator. Anything that they were feeling earlier is swept away by worry. It’s not often that Changmin panics.
Two floors below Yunho’s, Eunbi comes flying through the ceiling. “Yunho,” she cries. “Yunho, something’s in your apartment. Changmin can’t hold him and Junsu and Yoochun don’t know what to do.”
Yunho shouts his reply to her, not pausing in mounting the stairs, “Thanks, sweetie. You stay with your Daddy, okay? I don’t want you seeing it. We’ll be fine.”
Jaejoong tries to smile at her as he runs past, but the dread knotting in his stomach makes him falter.
Yunho’s floor is deathly silent. The door to Yunho and Changmin’s apartment is wide open and the silence is even more reason to worry. They slow down as they approach it, wary of being caught by surprise. Jaejoong steps through the doorway first and nearly punches the wall when Junsu suddenly appears and scares the shit out of him. “Junsu, what the fuck!” Jaejoong whisper-yells.
“I’m sorry!” Junsu says, all in a rush. “It’s a poltergeist. It followed Changmin home from somewhere and it’s threatening him with the proton device. Yoochun is in there but we don’t know what to do!”
Jaejoong hushes the panic-stricken Junsu. “Where is it, Junsu?”
“Living room,” he replies. He sounds, if possible, near tears.
Jaejoong turns to Yunho, who is pale as a sheet and looks as though he’s seen a ghost. “Yunho, come on. There’s no time for standing around.”
Yunho blinks and breaks out of his trance. “But Changmin…”
“Come on!” Jaejoong waits no longer and strides towards the living room.
The sight that meets him is bizarre and terrifying. An ugly, colour-distorted man is backing Changmin up into a corner and waving the proton device at him. There’s another one on the floor near Changmin, but just out of reach for any of them unless they risk getting neutralised by the poltergeist.
“Changmin!” Yunho yells, running into the room full pelt. “Leave him alone!”
Changmin whimpers, suddenly looking like a scared little boy. Jaejoong’s heart breaks and he feels the anger welling up in place of fear. Yoochun is hovering above the poltergeist, obviously desperate to protect Changmin but completely unable to. “Yunho, I tried,” he pleads. “But I just can’t-“
“It’s okay,” Jaejoong says. “Go and find Junsu and keep yourselves safe. If that thing gets fired at you…”
Yoochun nods and disappears.
Yunho edges closer to the corner. “I said, leave him alone.”
The poltergeist finally turns to face them fully and grins manically. “Hello, hello, hello,” he sing-song’s. “Come to join the party? I saw your friend here with his little ghost-busting machine and I wanted to share the fun with everyone!”
Of all the spirits that Jaejoong has come across, none have been quite as scary as this.
“Yunho,” Changmin whispers brokenly. “I couldn’t stop him. I’m sorry, I-“
“Oh, shut up,” the poltergeist spits. “The living are so whiny, so scared of the dead.”
“Back. The fuck. Off,” Jaejoong says, calmly and loudly. “Or I will blast you into a million tiny bits.”
The poltergeist laughs as if it’s the funniest joke he’s ever heard. “Try it and I’ll be turning little Changmin into dust.”
Jaejoong sees something fly towards him from the corner of his eye and ducks just in time. A vase whizzes over his head and smashes against the wall, shards of china rebounding into the room. “How the…?”
His train of thought is cut off as something else flies across the room, this time towards the poltergeist. Jaejoong puts two and two together and shouts, “No!” just as Yunho rushes towards the corner and the poltergeist turns on him, features twisted with rate and hatred. He raises the proton device up and points it at Yunho.
All movement in the room seems to slow down in Jaejoong’s mind. He watches in horror as the poltergeist presses the red button once, imagines he can hear the protons charging inside. Jaejoong pushes off of his left foot and throws himself towards Yunho. The air around him seems thick and impenetrable and all Jaejoong can think about is protecting Yunho.
There is a blinding flash of light and Jaejoong hits the floor.
-
The first thing Jaejoong hears when he comes round is screaming. Impossibly loud, reverberating in his skull. He can make out the words Jaejoong, Jaejoong can you hear me. Yunho get the container. Jaejoong, Jaejoong.
He opens his eyes and sits up. Immediately his head spins from the impact of hitting the floor. Yunho’s face sharpens with his vision, worry etched into his expression. “I’m okay,” Jaejoong groans. “I’m okay.”
“Great,” Changmin shouts, “now get a fucking container before my arms fall off!”
Yunho bites his lip then sprints out of Jaejoong’s line of sight. With him gone, Jaejoong can see the poltergeist, suspended in mid-air thanks to Changmin’s proton device. Yunho grabs one of the secure containers they use for the more uncooperative ghosts and Changmin lowers the poltergeist into it. The container snaps shut automatically. The device drops from Changmin’s hands and he sighs, heavy with exhaustion.
“What just happened?” Jaejoong asks stupidly. “How did you get him?”
“As soon as he turned, I grabbed the device that was on the floor,” Changmin explains. “Luckily I reached it in time.”
Jaejoong processes the information slowly and nods. “But why am I on the floor?”
Changmin sighs. “Yunho pushed you away when you tried to jump in front of him. You’re both morons.”
“Oh,” Jaejoong replies, fully accepting the answer. “My head hurts.”
Yunho kneels down in front of him and cups his face. “You’re stupid,” he says, suspiciously wet around the edges. “Trying to save me.”
“No, you’re stupid for pushing me away,” Jaejoong counters, holding Yunho’s palms to his face.
“Oh good grief,” Changmin says, rolling his eyes.
Jaejoong glances across at him. “Are you okay, ‘Min? Really? I’m sorry we couldn’t get here in time.”
Changmin tsks and straightens out his shirt. “Of course I am,” he says briskly. “There was never any doubt.”
Yunho laughs and helps Jaejoong to his feet. “Sure, Mr Superman. You saved the day once again.”
A soft glow interrupts the banter and fills the room with gentle light. Jaejoong blinks and looks towards the doorway. Yunho holds onto him, shielding his eyes. “What’s…?”
“Junsu and Yoochun,” Jaejoong breathes, awed by the sight.
The two boys stand in the doorway, wide smiles curving their mouths and eyes completely transfixed on each other. Through the glow, they seem more solid. More real. Jaejoong watches as they each slowly lift a hand, bringing them closer together until their palms touch and their fingers slide together. Junsu laughs in delight.
“A single act of true love,” Yoochun says, still smiling. “You were right all along.”
Junsu laughs again, so happy that Jaejoong almost can’t bear it. “You should know better than to doubt me, Park Yoochun.”
Yoochun strokes his thumb over Junsu’s knuckles. “I’ve never doubted you,” he says honestly.
“What’s going on?” Yunho whispers. “What’s happening to them?”
“They’re passing on,” Jaejoong replies, unable to tear his eyes away from them. “But I don’t understand what they mean about the act of true love.”
“You two, you idiots,” Changmin butts in. “You both tried to selflessly save each other out of love. Junsu and Yoochun have finally witnessed a single act of true love.”
Yunho’s hand slips into Jaejoong’s and squeezes lightly. Jaejoong’s heart thumps loudly in his chest. He starts to whisper, “Yunho, I-“
“Look after Yunho, Jaejoong,” Junsu chirps, finally looking away from Yoochun and smiling fondly at the living three. “We’ve taken care of him enough, now it’s your turn.”
Jaejoong swallows hard. “I will,” he says earnestly. “I promise.”
Yunho shakes against him. “Are you leaving?” he asks the two boys. “I’m not ready for-“
Yoochun smiles kindly. “Seize the day. Make it yours. We’ll always love you.”
There is no response. Jaejoong just holds Yunho’s hand tighter.
Yoochun and Junsu turn to face each other again. They reach out simultaneously, arms overlapping as they touch each other’s skin. Junsu is smiling wide again, closing his eyes as Yoochun leans in for their first real kiss. As their lips touch, the glow brightens and then fades away into nothing but the echo of their laughter, bright and free.
“I love you guys, too,” Yunho whispers.
Jaejoong turns, his own emotions running high. “Come here, you,” he murmurs and pulls Yunho into a tight, clinging hug. He glances over Yunho’s shoulder and smiles shakily at Changmin. “You too, idiot.” Changmin joins them and then they’re just a big pile of hugging boys.
-
"So, now that I've got you alone without any disturbances," Jaejoong leers, wiggling his eyebrows seductively.
Yunho snorts with laughter underneath Jaejoong and slaps him on the ass. "Sure you can do this without Junsu's pointers?"
Jaejoong grimaces. "Please, don't mention dead people when we're naked."
Yunho laughs again and Jaejoong can't help but grin along with him. Until Changmin bursts through the door.
"We've got a call! Get your--Oh my god! My eyes! Scarred!"
Yunho squeaks and tries to cover himself, throwing off a groaning Jaejoong in the process. Changmin is still exclaiming loudly about needing therapy, stumbling into the doorframe whilst trying to escape with a hand slapped over his eyes. Jaejoong closes his eyes and counts backwards from ten.
"Come on," Yunho whispers next to him, passing him a t-shirt and boxers. "We should get going and stop Changmin from using the doorframe as a suicide weapon."
Jaejoong grunts as he yanks on the t-shirt. "Why the heck do we do this?"
"Hey," Yunho says with a really suspicious grin. "Bustin' makes me feel good."
Yunho/Jaejoong (Yoochun/Junsu)
NC-17 this part.
Yunho, Jaejoong and Changmin share a gift and use it to kick some paranormal ass.
Humour/Crack/Fluff/...Porn? 8D
Part 1 Part 2
As always, for nullspace♥♥ (jumoon asked for the porn!)
When Kim Jaejoong, twenty-one year old college student, rolls out of bed into a puddle of green slime, he knows that something is very wrong. “Daekwan!” he yells, surprising even himself with the sheer volume of his voice. “Where is it!”
Daekwan’s amused face peeps through the wall. “Kitchen. Seems to like your leftover kimbap.”
Jaejoong narrows his eyes. Nothing touches his kimbap. Not even the slimy undead. He extricates himself from the disgusting green mess and reaches for his cell phone, steadfastly ignoring the way slime attaches itself to everything it touches. He scrolls down his contacts list and stabs the call button murderously. It takes six rings before someone picks up.
“Ugh,” a sleepy voice mumbles.
“Get over here,” Jaejoong snaps. “There is something disgusting in my kitchen.”
“Jaejooooong. I was sleeping.”
Jaejoong bites back a smile at the cute whine. “Jung Yunho, I don’t care if you’re mid-fuck. Get over here right now.”
Yunho snorts down the line. “Mid-fuck. I wish, you horrible withholder. What’s in your kitchen,” he grumbles.
“I don’t know, but it’s slimy. Wake up Changmin and get your toned butt over here.”
“You could see this toned butt naked,” Yunho suggests hopefully.
Jaejoong closes his eyes and counts to five. He’d really rather not think about sex whilst covered in green gunk. “Will you please just come and help me out?” He hears a loud thump on the other end. “What was that?”
“That was me falling out of bed,” Yunho groans. “I think I bruised my ass. Why do you make me do these things?”
“I’ll kiss it better,” Jaejoong retorts. “But first I’m going to hang up, and if you’re not over here in the next ten minutes then you certainly won’t be getting-“
Yunho hangs up first. Jaejoong laughs, despite the mess clinging to him, and makes sure to check his hair in the mirror before trudging into the kitchen.
-
Two days later, Jaejoong goes round to Yunho’s apartment after class. He has it on good authority that Changmin is out for the night (with a girl, Yunho suspects) and they have the place to themselves. Of course, Jaejoong has no expectations. He just happened to shower and spritz himself with aftershave before he left. Really.
Yunho lets him in with a pleased smile and the first thing Jaejoong notices is the smell of food from the kitchen. He toes off his shoes and follows his nose. “Did you cook?” he cautiously enquires.
Yunho shifts a bit, obviously fighting some kind of internal battle, before sighing and admitting, “No, it’s take out. I was going to pretend I’d been slaving over a hot stove all day but I’m sure Junsu would have spilled the beans.”
“Too right,” Junsu yells through the apartment. A spill of Yoochun’s giggles echoes through as an afterthought.
“Anyway,” Yunho says loudly. “The point is that you’re here. We have food, no Changmin and the gruesome twosome are on strict orders not to disturb us.”
Jaejoong stifles a laugh and settles for a smile. “You’ve got it all planned out, huh?”
Yunho, to his credit, just shrugs and grins. “Is that such a bad thing?”
“Never,” Jaejoong says, patting Yunho’s hip as he makes a beeline for the table of take out. “The way into a man’s pants is through his stomach.”
Yunho chuckles and picks up a pair of metal chopsticks. He picks through the dishes of food and holds up a piece of pork for Jaejoong. “Here,” he says softly, “try this.”
Jaejoong opens his mouth and gives Yunho the show he wants, sliding his lips along the chopsticks and humming with pleasure as he swallows. Yunho pauses, slipping the chopsticks back out. Jaejoong licks his lips.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho murmurs. “I want-“
Jaejoong smiles and pulls Yunho down into a chair. “Me too,” he agrees. “But first we should eat, okay? I need some energy before you wear me out.”
They share the meal with easy conversation and easier laughs. They take turns doing disgustingly coupley things like feeding each other and sharing little kisses after each mouthful of food. As Yunho kisses him a little harder, Jaejoong finds himself thinking about how this is the first time they’ve really been alone together. No housemates, ghostly or otherwise, and no talk about work. Just them. He pulls back and thumbs the light flush staining Yunho’s cheek. “We need to have sex,” he says, straight up.
Yunho smiles and pushes the bowls of food away. “Come on, then,” he says, standing up and pulling Jaejoong with him.
They stumble through the apartment awkwardly, not wanting to let go of each other. By the time they reach Yunho’s bedroom, Jaejoong’s shirt is long gone and Yunho only has one leg in his pants. To Jaejoong, this is not good enough. Impatiently he strips Yunho of his shirt. He’s about to get Yunho out of his pants when he notices that Yunho is completely, absolutely… ripped. He gawks at Yunho’s chest and stomach like a horny teenager.
Yunho laughs. “You may have the arms,” he says, running his fingers along the curve of Jaejoong’s biceps, “but I have the abs.”
Jaejoong shivers and looks at Yunho seriously. “I’m going to lick you,” he announces.
Yunho is suddenly naked in record time. Jaejoong rids himself of clothing and pushes at Yunho until they’re both on the bed, skin against skin in as many places as possible. Jaejoong shimmies down and presses a wet kiss just above Yunho’s bellybutton. Before Yunho can react, Jaejoong licks his way up Yunho’s chest and flicks his tongue over a nipple. Yunho’s cock jumps against Jaejoong’s hip and Jaejoong shifts, rubbing his own erection along Yunho’s skin.
There’s a muffled giggle from above and Jaejoong lifts his head to stare at Yunho incredulously.
“What?” Yunho whispers, moving his hand down Jaejoong’s body and squeezing his ass. “Come on.”
Jaejoong groans and aligns their hips so that he can really slide against Yunho. They both shudder at the friction, skin hot and slick with desire.
Another muffed giggle, cut off by frenzied hushing noises.
Jaejoong stops moving and pants, “Did you say something?”
Yunho shifts and grips Jaejoong’s thigh. “No, but I might if you don’t shut up and give me some real action.”
“It might help if Yunho spread his legs a bi-“
“Junsu, shh!”
Jaejoong and Yunho freeze in perfect synchrony. They look up towards the ceiling and Jaejoong feels a cold wash of fear.
Junsu and Yoochun grin sheepishly at them. “Um,” Junsu says. “Hi?”
“Why are you here?” Yunho asks, dangerously calm.
Yoochun has the grace to look mortified. “We, err… Junsu wanted to, um, watch. And I couldn’t refuse him. He pouted. We didn’t mean to disturb you!”
“Yeah!” Junsu pipes up. “I just thought you could use some tips, you know. You seem kinda nervous.”
Jaejoong stares at them. “Tips?” he says, vaguely wondering why this is his life. “Tips? Have you even had sex before?”
Junsu frowns. “Well, no. But Yunho watches enough porn to give me some idea of how it works.”
Yoochun makes a strangled noise that sounds suspiciously like a giggle. “Junsu, stop. I don’t think we’re helping.”
“Get out,” Yunho says quietly.
“I thought they might appreciate it!” Junsu argues, completely ignoring Yunho. “I mean, Yunho really seems to like it when the porn guys rub against each other and-“
“Get out!” Yunho bellows. His face, Jaejoong observes, is redder than a ripe tomato. “Out! Before I zap you with the proton device!”
“Is that a euphemism?” Yoochun teases. Junsu snorts with laughter.
Yunho looks about ready to die. Amusing as it, Jaejoong is starting to feel rather uncomfortable in their compromising position. Especially as the heat is completely gone and Jaejoong is worried that he’s squishing Yunho’s bits and pieces. “You should really go,” he suggests, as calmly as possible. “I think he might be serious.”
Junsu and Yoochun glance at each other before zooming through one of the walls. Their chuckles seem to reverberate around the apartment.
Jaejoong rolls off of Yunho and grins at him. “Mission failure?”
Yunho throws an arm over his face and sighs. “I’m really sorry. I told them not to. I’m going to kill them. Or, you know, zap them into undead dust.”
Jaejoong laughs and kisses Yunho’s shoulder. “It’s okay. We can try again. Probably not here though. It’s sort of unfair to them.”
Yunho removes his arm and stares at Jaejoong. “Unfair to them?”
Jaejoong smiles. “We’re doing something that they want to, but they can’t.”
“Oh,” Yunho says, deflating. “I didn’t think of that.”
Jaejoong scoots off the end and hunts around for his underwear. He pulls them on and turns to Yunho. “Come to mine before class tomorrow and I’ll give you breakfast,” he says, winking stupidly. “I’m still determined to lick you.”
-
Breakfast, as it turns out, is a naked one.
“Fucking tease,” Jaejoong groans as Yunho licks peanut butter from his collarbone. “I’m not bread.”
Yunho laughs and smears more peanut butter along Jaejoong’s inner thigh, dipping down to suck it off. “No, you’re ridiculous.”
Jaejoong whimpers from the contact and tries to direct his crotch towards Yunho’s face.
“Careful,” Yunho admonishes. “You’ll take my eye out.”
“Flatterer,” Jaejoong laughs, gasping when Yunho slides his mouth down over Jaejoong’s cock.
“Disgusting!”
Yunho chokes and pulls off, eyes watering. “What the fu-“
“Disgusting!” Frank appears next to the bed and glares at them. “Sodomy! In my own house! I won’t have it!”
Jaejoong pushes Yunho off and gives Frank the most evil look he can muster. “This is my house and I will sodomise all I want. Leave!”
Yunho coughs back a laugh and Jaejoong suspects it’s at the word ‘sodomise’.
“Homosexuals,” Frank carries on, “it’s just not right. In my day this would never have happened. Everyone knew the sins of sodomy.”
Jaejoong stands so that is stark naked and eye to eye with Frank. “I happen to enjoy sodomy. And this man is going to sodomise me whether you like it or not.”
“Stop,” Yunho gasps, giving in to the giggles he’s been holding back. “Stop saying it.”
“I’m glad you find it funny,” Jaejoong snaps. “And you,” he says to Frank, “better leave. I’ve found a way to banish ghosts and I will do it, mark my words.”
A brief staring contest ensues before Frank grunts angrily and disappears. Jaejoong sinks down on the bed next to a still giggling Yunho. “Okay there?” he says dryly, watching as Yunho tries to control himself.
“Oh baby,” Yunho says between snorts, “sodomise me!”
Jaejoong picks up Yunho’s shirt and throws it at him. “You can make your own breakfast.”
Yunho sits up and dissolves into more giggles. “I’m sorry. I just. You’re so romantic.”
“You’ll be late for class,” Jaejoong sighs, looking down forlornly at his completely wilted erection. “I’ll pick you up afterwards.”
“For some sodomy?” Yunho asks, pulling on some pants. “I’m excited for the sodomy.”
Jaejoong swallows down a smile. “Leave! You’re incorrigible.”
“Big word,” Yunho teases. He finishes lacing up his shoes and kisses Jaejoong goodbye. “See you later, lover.”
Despite his previous exclamation, Jaejoong still pouts when Yunho leaves. He thinks that somewhere, someone is probably laughing at his sexual frustration. Two particular beings come to mind.
-
After cleaning the last of the green slime from between the floorboards, doing some last minute studying and grabbing a bite to eat, Jaejoong sets out to pick Yunho up from class. He has formed a plan of action: take Yunho out for dinner, talk about sex, go find a hotel, have sex. Before both their bits and pieces fall off from disuse. And if Changmin interrupts them with a work call, so help him God Jaejoong will shove that proton device where the sun dare not shine.
Jaejoong catches sight of his murderous expression in the rear view mirror and relaxes his face muscles. He glances back in the mirror and tsks at the mess on his backseat: a box of tissues, old magazines and a crushed soda can.
A tiny light bulb goes off inside Jaejoong’s head. He pulls up to the university Yunho studies at and flips open his cell phone excitedly. As he calls Yunho, Jaejoong tries to school his expression into seriousness and hopes that his voice follows.
“I’m just leaving,” Yunho says as soon as he picks up. “I’m not late, am I?”
“No time,” Jaejoong says urgently. “We’ve got a call. Come on. I’m out front.”
Yunho hangs up straight away and Jaejoong has to resist cackling with glee. He catches himself as Yunho jogs up to the car, looking delectable in sweats and a polo shirt. He climbs into the car with a serious expression.
“Good day?” Jaejoong asks, pulling away sharply as not to give up the illusion of urgency.
“All right,” Yunho replies. “Where’s the job?”
“Not far,” Jaejoong says vaguely, cursing himself for not having a real plan. They drive in relative silence for the next ten minutes. Yunho flicks between radio channels in his usual antsy pre-work mood. Jaejoong keeps his eyes out for a suitable location and smiles to himself as they approach one.
“Here?” Yunho asks sceptically as they pull in behind an old factory.
Jaejoong turns off the engine and puts on his most convincing smile. “Here.”
“I… don’t get it,” Yunho says, looking around in confusion. “What are we here for?”
“This,” Jaejoong says and pulls Yunho in by the collar for a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Yunho stiffens against him and Jaejoong has about two seconds of fear that Yunho will pull away and demand to know what’s going on. Then Yunho moans into Jaejoong’s mouth and does something with his tongue that has Jaejoong seeing stars.
They kiss for long seconds, mouths sliding and breath hot between their lips. Yunho cups Jaejoong’s jaw, stroking the fine skin with his thumb. Jaejoong melts under the touch and breaks away for oxygen. “There’s no one around,” he murmurs hopefully.
“I know,” Yunho says with a wicked smile. “Push your seat back.”
“Are you sure?”
Yunho reaches down and fiddles with Jaejoong’s seat himself. As he pushes it back, he says, “I want you,” and climbs carefully over to straddle Jaejoong’s lap. “Fucking steering wheel,” he mutters darkly as it digs into his back. They both giggle.
Jaejoong pulls Yunho in for another kiss, already missing the taste of him. “What do you want?” he mumbles into Yunho’s mouth. He’s already hard from anticipation and he can feel that Yunho isn’t exactly unaffected.
Yunho slides his hands under Jaejoong’s shirt and pulls it over his head. “Mm, that’s what I want.” He ducks down and sucks on the juncture between Jaejoong’s neck and shoulder. Jaejoong groans and fumbles with the waistband of Yunho’s pants. Yunho stops him with a firm hand and pulls back with the sexiest smile Jaejoong as ever seen. “Nuh uh,” Yunho sing-songs. “My turn first.” He shuffles back until he’s kneeling on the tiny floor space and takes Jaejoong’s pants off as he goes.
“Isn’t that uncomfortable,” Jaejoong asks, still managing to find some coherence.
“Yes,” Yunho replies honestly. “But if I don’t touch your cock right now, I’m going to go insane.”
Jaejoong has no complaints.
Yunho manhandles Jaejoong until his legs are propped up on the dashboard. Jaejoong can’t help the way his cheeks heat up from the sudden exposure. Yunho looks at him, eyes roaming over his body as if seeing him for the first time. Jaejoong feels almost too hot with desire. “You gonna look at it or touch it,” he says quietly, trying to hide his embarrassment.
“Shh,” Yunho soothes. He takes Jaejoong’s erection between his fingers and squeezes gently. “Got anything I can use for this?”
Jaejoong tries to think through the hazy pleasure of Yunho touching him. “Uh, in the door.” Yunho reaches down awkwardly into the pocket on the car door. He pulls out a tin of strawberry lip balm and raises an eyebrow at Jaejoong. “Not a word,” Jaejoong warns.
Yunho scoops out some of the balm and warms it in his palm before stroking Jaejoong’s cock with slick, delicious friction. Jaejoong moans loudly and pushes into the touch, the recent sexual tension beginning to melt out of his body. What he doesn’t expect, and what makes the air rush out of his lungs, is the slow stroke of Yunho’s tongue between his ass cheeks. He tries to simultaneously move towards and away from the touch. He can barely register anything with the tight warmth around his cock and the rough teasing of Yunho’s tongue.
“Relax,” Yunho whispers, a soft breath against Jaejoong’s thigh.
Jaejoong whimpers and shakes as Yunho uses just the tip of his tongue in short, flicking motions. It feels like he’s burning up with pleasure, the tight coil of it getting ready to unwind. Yunho thumbs under the head of Jaejoong’s cock and Jaejoong feels the first pulse of orgasm approaching. “Too soon,” he gasps. “Your hand. Can’t last.”
Yunho’s only response is to glide his thumb over the head and squeeze down over the shaft with a tight grip. Jaejoong tries not to buck but he’s slowly losing control of everything. He looks down, watches Yunho’s head moving between his thighs and it’s all over. Electric heat runs through him, from fingertips to toes and it feels like he’s being turned inside out as he comes in short, hard spurts all over his chest and his stomach and Yunho’s hand.
Yunho eases his hand, helping Jaejoong through the aftershocks. He keeps a steady pace with his tongue and Jaejoong shudders as he comes down from the high, immediately sensitive and groaning from the stimulation. “Stop,” he breathes, lungs constricting. “Too much.”
Yunho pulls back and wipes his grinning mouth. He looks like a smug little shit and really, Jaejoong thinks wildly, brain still recovering, he has every right to. “Good?” Yunho asks. Definitely smug.
Jaejoong tries to sit up, wincing slightly at the mess he’s going to have to pay someone else to clean. He looks down at Yunho dumbly. “You can do that to me every day, please.”
Yunho laughs and begins carefully pulling himself up out of the cramped position. “The only downside is that now I won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“Allow me,” Jaejoong says, regaining use of his limbs and heaving Yunho up and into the passenger seat. Yunho’s foot hits the horn on the steering wheel and the loud noise makes them both jump and then burst out laughing. “Pants off,” Jaejoong wheezes through giggles, “I’m going to blow you so hard you’ll see stars.”
Yunho, once again, is naked in record time, back pressed up against the glass window as Jaejoong kneels in the driver’s seat and slides his mouth over Yunho’s cock in one smooth motion. He keeps it there for a moment, swallowing against the taste of Yunho on his tongue and relishing the choked cry from above. He pulls back slowly, sucking his cheeks right in and moving with the slow, helpless thrust of Yunho’s hips. Yunho’s head tips back and pants harshly, his chest rising and falling heavily.
Jaejoong decides that he’s having none of it. He taps Yunho’s thigh, pausing until Yunho looks down, then sucks the head hard and slow, making sure his dirty red lips are perfectly visible. Yunho bites his lip and jerks with the effort of restraining himself. He grips onto the seat in place of Jaejoong’s hair and growls. The noise makes Jaejoong suck harder, tonguing the shaft as he goes down again.
“Jaejoong, fuck,” Yunho grunts.
Jaejoong can feel the tension building in Yunho’s body and he knows it’s going to have to snap soon. He kneads the soft skin of Yunho’s inner thigh, still working his mouth, squeezes slow circles further and further in until Yunho is gasping and rolling his hips rhythmically. Jaejoong relaxes his throat and lets Yunho fuck his mouth.
Yunho chokes out, “I’m going to-“
Jaejoong presses his thumb, ever so lightly, against the skin just behind Yunho’s balls. Yunho stills, body frozen as orgasm hits and rushes through him. Jaejoong slides his mouth back, swallowing out of both want and necessity and closing his eyes against the barrage of unexpected emotion from the intimacy.
As Yunho’s lets out the breath he’s been holding, Jaejoong gently licks him clean and sits back. He smiles at Yunho’s sweat-flushed skin, the damp edges of his hair. He looks beautiful. “You’re amazing,” Yunho stutters. His eyes focus on Jaejoong and he smiles lazily. “That was hot.”
“Thank you,” Jaejoong replies, a little hoarse. “Who needs a bed, huh?”
Yunho shifts round awkwardly to sit facing the front of the car. He groans as his back clicks. “I might. For about a week.”
“Worth it?” Jaejoong enquires.
Yunho reaches out to touch the drying mess streaked across Jaejoong’s abs. “Oh yeah,” he replies. “I’d say so.”
They slowly clean up, as much as possible, and get the car and themselves back into a mostly presentable state. Jaejoong helps Yunho with his pants as his knees seem to have given up for the moment.
As Jaejoong pulls on his own pants, there’s a deep vibration in his pocket.
“So soon?” Yunho teases.
Jaejoong laughs and shoves his hand into his jeans. “My phone, dumbass.” He checks the caller ID and rolls his eyes when he sees that it’s Changmin. He picks up and says, “What do you want?”
“You need to come home,” Changmin hisses. “Now.”
Jaejoong sighs. “Why?” There’s a slight pause and then the muffled sound of glass shattering. “Changmin? Changmin, what’s wrong?” Jaejoong sits up, suddenly alert and worried by the uncharacteristic behaviour. “Changmin?”
“I’m here,” Changmin says. He sounds strained and upset. “You need to come back. Something’s in here. It followed me.”
Jaejoong fumbles for the car keys. “We’re coming, okay? Hold the fort. We won’t be long.”
Changmin hangs up without another word. “What’s wrong?” Yunho asks, brow furrowing with concern.
“Changmin,” Jaejoong says shortly. He turns on the ignition and puts the car into reverse. “Something followed him home.”
-
Jaejoong and Yunho race up the stairs to Yunho’s apartment as soon as they reach the block, not wanting to wait for the elevator. Anything that they were feeling earlier is swept away by worry. It’s not often that Changmin panics.
Two floors below Yunho’s, Eunbi comes flying through the ceiling. “Yunho,” she cries. “Yunho, something’s in your apartment. Changmin can’t hold him and Junsu and Yoochun don’t know what to do.”
Yunho shouts his reply to her, not pausing in mounting the stairs, “Thanks, sweetie. You stay with your Daddy, okay? I don’t want you seeing it. We’ll be fine.”
Jaejoong tries to smile at her as he runs past, but the dread knotting in his stomach makes him falter.
Yunho’s floor is deathly silent. The door to Yunho and Changmin’s apartment is wide open and the silence is even more reason to worry. They slow down as they approach it, wary of being caught by surprise. Jaejoong steps through the doorway first and nearly punches the wall when Junsu suddenly appears and scares the shit out of him. “Junsu, what the fuck!” Jaejoong whisper-yells.
“I’m sorry!” Junsu says, all in a rush. “It’s a poltergeist. It followed Changmin home from somewhere and it’s threatening him with the proton device. Yoochun is in there but we don’t know what to do!”
Jaejoong hushes the panic-stricken Junsu. “Where is it, Junsu?”
“Living room,” he replies. He sounds, if possible, near tears.
Jaejoong turns to Yunho, who is pale as a sheet and looks as though he’s seen a ghost. “Yunho, come on. There’s no time for standing around.”
Yunho blinks and breaks out of his trance. “But Changmin…”
“Come on!” Jaejoong waits no longer and strides towards the living room.
The sight that meets him is bizarre and terrifying. An ugly, colour-distorted man is backing Changmin up into a corner and waving the proton device at him. There’s another one on the floor near Changmin, but just out of reach for any of them unless they risk getting neutralised by the poltergeist.
“Changmin!” Yunho yells, running into the room full pelt. “Leave him alone!”
Changmin whimpers, suddenly looking like a scared little boy. Jaejoong’s heart breaks and he feels the anger welling up in place of fear. Yoochun is hovering above the poltergeist, obviously desperate to protect Changmin but completely unable to. “Yunho, I tried,” he pleads. “But I just can’t-“
“It’s okay,” Jaejoong says. “Go and find Junsu and keep yourselves safe. If that thing gets fired at you…”
Yoochun nods and disappears.
Yunho edges closer to the corner. “I said, leave him alone.”
The poltergeist finally turns to face them fully and grins manically. “Hello, hello, hello,” he sing-song’s. “Come to join the party? I saw your friend here with his little ghost-busting machine and I wanted to share the fun with everyone!”
Of all the spirits that Jaejoong has come across, none have been quite as scary as this.
“Yunho,” Changmin whispers brokenly. “I couldn’t stop him. I’m sorry, I-“
“Oh, shut up,” the poltergeist spits. “The living are so whiny, so scared of the dead.”
“Back. The fuck. Off,” Jaejoong says, calmly and loudly. “Or I will blast you into a million tiny bits.”
The poltergeist laughs as if it’s the funniest joke he’s ever heard. “Try it and I’ll be turning little Changmin into dust.”
Jaejoong sees something fly towards him from the corner of his eye and ducks just in time. A vase whizzes over his head and smashes against the wall, shards of china rebounding into the room. “How the…?”
His train of thought is cut off as something else flies across the room, this time towards the poltergeist. Jaejoong puts two and two together and shouts, “No!” just as Yunho rushes towards the corner and the poltergeist turns on him, features twisted with rate and hatred. He raises the proton device up and points it at Yunho.
All movement in the room seems to slow down in Jaejoong’s mind. He watches in horror as the poltergeist presses the red button once, imagines he can hear the protons charging inside. Jaejoong pushes off of his left foot and throws himself towards Yunho. The air around him seems thick and impenetrable and all Jaejoong can think about is protecting Yunho.
There is a blinding flash of light and Jaejoong hits the floor.
-
The first thing Jaejoong hears when he comes round is screaming. Impossibly loud, reverberating in his skull. He can make out the words Jaejoong, Jaejoong can you hear me. Yunho get the container. Jaejoong, Jaejoong.
He opens his eyes and sits up. Immediately his head spins from the impact of hitting the floor. Yunho’s face sharpens with his vision, worry etched into his expression. “I’m okay,” Jaejoong groans. “I’m okay.”
“Great,” Changmin shouts, “now get a fucking container before my arms fall off!”
Yunho bites his lip then sprints out of Jaejoong’s line of sight. With him gone, Jaejoong can see the poltergeist, suspended in mid-air thanks to Changmin’s proton device. Yunho grabs one of the secure containers they use for the more uncooperative ghosts and Changmin lowers the poltergeist into it. The container snaps shut automatically. The device drops from Changmin’s hands and he sighs, heavy with exhaustion.
“What just happened?” Jaejoong asks stupidly. “How did you get him?”
“As soon as he turned, I grabbed the device that was on the floor,” Changmin explains. “Luckily I reached it in time.”
Jaejoong processes the information slowly and nods. “But why am I on the floor?”
Changmin sighs. “Yunho pushed you away when you tried to jump in front of him. You’re both morons.”
“Oh,” Jaejoong replies, fully accepting the answer. “My head hurts.”
Yunho kneels down in front of him and cups his face. “You’re stupid,” he says, suspiciously wet around the edges. “Trying to save me.”
“No, you’re stupid for pushing me away,” Jaejoong counters, holding Yunho’s palms to his face.
“Oh good grief,” Changmin says, rolling his eyes.
Jaejoong glances across at him. “Are you okay, ‘Min? Really? I’m sorry we couldn’t get here in time.”
Changmin tsks and straightens out his shirt. “Of course I am,” he says briskly. “There was never any doubt.”
Yunho laughs and helps Jaejoong to his feet. “Sure, Mr Superman. You saved the day once again.”
A soft glow interrupts the banter and fills the room with gentle light. Jaejoong blinks and looks towards the doorway. Yunho holds onto him, shielding his eyes. “What’s…?”
“Junsu and Yoochun,” Jaejoong breathes, awed by the sight.
The two boys stand in the doorway, wide smiles curving their mouths and eyes completely transfixed on each other. Through the glow, they seem more solid. More real. Jaejoong watches as they each slowly lift a hand, bringing them closer together until their palms touch and their fingers slide together. Junsu laughs in delight.
“A single act of true love,” Yoochun says, still smiling. “You were right all along.”
Junsu laughs again, so happy that Jaejoong almost can’t bear it. “You should know better than to doubt me, Park Yoochun.”
Yoochun strokes his thumb over Junsu’s knuckles. “I’ve never doubted you,” he says honestly.
“What’s going on?” Yunho whispers. “What’s happening to them?”
“They’re passing on,” Jaejoong replies, unable to tear his eyes away from them. “But I don’t understand what they mean about the act of true love.”
“You two, you idiots,” Changmin butts in. “You both tried to selflessly save each other out of love. Junsu and Yoochun have finally witnessed a single act of true love.”
Yunho’s hand slips into Jaejoong’s and squeezes lightly. Jaejoong’s heart thumps loudly in his chest. He starts to whisper, “Yunho, I-“
“Look after Yunho, Jaejoong,” Junsu chirps, finally looking away from Yoochun and smiling fondly at the living three. “We’ve taken care of him enough, now it’s your turn.”
Jaejoong swallows hard. “I will,” he says earnestly. “I promise.”
Yunho shakes against him. “Are you leaving?” he asks the two boys. “I’m not ready for-“
Yoochun smiles kindly. “Seize the day. Make it yours. We’ll always love you.”
There is no response. Jaejoong just holds Yunho’s hand tighter.
Yoochun and Junsu turn to face each other again. They reach out simultaneously, arms overlapping as they touch each other’s skin. Junsu is smiling wide again, closing his eyes as Yoochun leans in for their first real kiss. As their lips touch, the glow brightens and then fades away into nothing but the echo of their laughter, bright and free.
“I love you guys, too,” Yunho whispers.
Jaejoong turns, his own emotions running high. “Come here, you,” he murmurs and pulls Yunho into a tight, clinging hug. He glances over Yunho’s shoulder and smiles shakily at Changmin. “You too, idiot.” Changmin joins them and then they’re just a big pile of hugging boys.
-
"So, now that I've got you alone without any disturbances," Jaejoong leers, wiggling his eyebrows seductively.
Yunho snorts with laughter underneath Jaejoong and slaps him on the ass. "Sure you can do this without Junsu's pointers?"
Jaejoong grimaces. "Please, don't mention dead people when we're naked."
Yunho laughs again and Jaejoong can't help but grin along with him. Until Changmin bursts through the door.
"We've got a call! Get your--Oh my god! My eyes! Scarred!"
Yunho squeaks and tries to cover himself, throwing off a groaning Jaejoong in the process. Changmin is still exclaiming loudly about needing therapy, stumbling into the doorframe whilst trying to escape with a hand slapped over his eyes. Jaejoong closes his eyes and counts backwards from ten.
"Come on," Yunho whispers next to him, passing him a t-shirt and boxers. "We should get going and stop Changmin from using the doorframe as a suicide weapon."
Jaejoong grunts as he yanks on the t-shirt. "Why the heck do we do this?"
"Hey," Yunho says with a really suspicious grin. "Bustin' makes me feel good."