First Encounter
Title: First Encounter
Pairing: Yunjae
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, drabble, second-person
Summary: When you first see him, you know where it's going to start, but you don't know where it's going to end.
Author's Note: First time actually writing Yunjae depsite reading fanfics for years.
He is temptation. Everything about him screams enticement, from the way he glances over, hot and sultry, to the way he parts his lips, invitingly. Maybe you're overthinking, over-analyzing his behaviors because you know you're about to succumb to him, whatever he is. You stand frozen, not daring to move away from his sightline for fear of losing him in the crowd. If you allow yourself to admit, he can't be lost in the swarm of people because he glows. He fucking radiates light and beauty. His piercing eyes cast in your direction once again, and you almost drop your phone. Your eyes look down automatically, for in his gaze you detect hunger; and you're not quite sure if you're ready yet. You fumble with your phone, clicking the home button repeatedly to feign preoccupancy and importance. By the time you've regained your sanity, you look up and you've lost him. Oh shit.
You stagger back, not because you're afraid or startled, but because his presence leaves you gasping for air, desperate to breathe as he seems to be sucking up all the oxygen around you. You know you have to leave. That or be prepared. Are you prepared? Most definitely not. Coming here was to escape your garden of misery, hidden from the public. You want to breathe fresh air, to stand tall and freely without the scrutiny of those who don't matter but you end up letting them matter. You aren't prepared for this pair of beckoning eyes and even more beckoning pair of lips. He laughs. Siren, you think. His voice carries a fragrance of hypnosis, drawing you closer, so close that before you notice, your hand is at the small of his back. He looks at you through his lashes. You stare back. A silent, but short conversation exchanges. He pulls away carefully, smiles, and walks towards the exist. Of course, you follow.
He is temptation. He embodies desire and indulgence. You gape at him across the room as he gently shuts the door. Your heart quickens, your breath becomes more shallow as he nears the foot of the bed. You watch him with unbatting eyes and baited breath. His lips curl upwards as he slithers towards you. His fingers crawl upwards, his bare legs follow, in search of you. He holds your gaze and he must have seen something he likes for he stretches his back into a beautiful arch, extending his neck out to gingerly place a kiss on your lips. As if a switch has been turned on, flickering life into your stupefied body, you hoist him up unceremoniously to pin him down. His legs automatically wrap around your waist and his arms around your neck. The red haze clears momentarily from your brain as you begin to doubt your actions. Is this ok? Your answer comes in the form of a pair of pouty lips, soft and tender, in light nibbles and teases. Before your mouth drinks enough, he pulls away, gliding down your neck to that sweet spot at the crook of your neck above your collarbones. Before you can let out your first moan, you inhale sharply as his hands finally find you.
"Jaejoong, you can scream Jaejoong," He whispers.
Pairing: Yunjae
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU, drabble, second-person
Summary: When you first see him, you know where it's going to start, but you don't know where it's going to end.
Author's Note: First time actually writing Yunjae depsite reading fanfics for years.
He is temptation. Everything about him screams enticement, from the way he glances over, hot and sultry, to the way he parts his lips, invitingly. Maybe you're overthinking, over-analyzing his behaviors because you know you're about to succumb to him, whatever he is. You stand frozen, not daring to move away from his sightline for fear of losing him in the crowd. If you allow yourself to admit, he can't be lost in the swarm of people because he glows. He fucking radiates light and beauty. His piercing eyes cast in your direction once again, and you almost drop your phone. Your eyes look down automatically, for in his gaze you detect hunger; and you're not quite sure if you're ready yet. You fumble with your phone, clicking the home button repeatedly to feign preoccupancy and importance. By the time you've regained your sanity, you look up and you've lost him. Oh shit.
You stagger back, not because you're afraid or startled, but because his presence leaves you gasping for air, desperate to breathe as he seems to be sucking up all the oxygen around you. You know you have to leave. That or be prepared. Are you prepared? Most definitely not. Coming here was to escape your garden of misery, hidden from the public. You want to breathe fresh air, to stand tall and freely without the scrutiny of those who don't matter but you end up letting them matter. You aren't prepared for this pair of beckoning eyes and even more beckoning pair of lips. He laughs. Siren, you think. His voice carries a fragrance of hypnosis, drawing you closer, so close that before you notice, your hand is at the small of his back. He looks at you through his lashes. You stare back. A silent, but short conversation exchanges. He pulls away carefully, smiles, and walks towards the exist. Of course, you follow.
He is temptation. He embodies desire and indulgence. You gape at him across the room as he gently shuts the door. Your heart quickens, your breath becomes more shallow as he nears the foot of the bed. You watch him with unbatting eyes and baited breath. His lips curl upwards as he slithers towards you. His fingers crawl upwards, his bare legs follow, in search of you. He holds your gaze and he must have seen something he likes for he stretches his back into a beautiful arch, extending his neck out to gingerly place a kiss on your lips. As if a switch has been turned on, flickering life into your stupefied body, you hoist him up unceremoniously to pin him down. His legs automatically wrap around your waist and his arms around your neck. The red haze clears momentarily from your brain as you begin to doubt your actions. Is this ok? Your answer comes in the form of a pair of pouty lips, soft and tender, in light nibbles and teases. Before your mouth drinks enough, he pulls away, gliding down your neck to that sweet spot at the crook of your neck above your collarbones. Before you can let out your first moan, you inhale sharply as his hands finally find you.
"Jaejoong, you can scream Jaejoong," He whispers.