story
Title: Doesn't have one
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: Pure grade-A fail
Word Count: 1571
Disclaimer: I don't own the Dong Bang boys nor am I privy to their sex lives, predilections, or partners....though I wish I were.
Dedicated to ko_bands since this is inspired by her plunnie. though i apologize for the lack of yunjae smex. T____T
Awkwardly juggling and shuffling the bags in his hands, Jae managed to free enough fingers (and a thumb) to slip them in the front pocket of his jeans and pull out his keys. Sliding the key in and turning with just the right amount of force - the lock was notoriously sensitive- proved another test in dexterity and sheer bloody luck. A flurry of motion and arms and bags and an opening door, he strolled into the apartment, pausing to toe off his sneakers in the entry hall.
With visions of the elaborate meal he’d planned scrolling through his always-active brain, Jae noticed the voices carrying through the kitchen door but thought nothing of them until a “Crap, I’d rather marry Jaejoongie.” Halting abruptly outside the kitchen door, Jae felt his jaw swing open and the carefully situated bags nearly slide to the floor. Only some still functioning part of his brain saved the groceries from an ignoble death on the beautiful wood floor.
A robust laugh followed Yunho’s pronouncement. Yoochun snickered. “Why on earth would you marry Jaejoong when you could marry someone with soft curves?”
“Chun, Jaejoongie is already enough to handle for any one person. But at least with him, I’d know what to expect, which is always the unexpected. A woman would be so much worse. Even with the bonus of soft curves.” Yunho sounded serious and Jaejoong felt something odd and squishy in his abdomen. He named it “grossed-out” and left it at that.
The silence in the kitchen following Yunho’s announcement was heavy. Even in the hall and through the door, Jaejoong felt the weight of the silence. Until it lifted with matching bursts of laughter from the two men in the kitchen. With a shake of his head, and a shoving aside of the sudden knot of anger where that odd squishy thing once resided, Jae pushed open the kitchen door.
“What’s so funny?” He forced a curious and bright smile to his lips. Setting the grocery bags on the counter allowed him to turn his back to the pair seated at the table.
“Aish. We were talking about marriage. You know how those conversations go from the deep and philosophical to the strange and inane.” Yoochun knocked back the last of his orange juice. “Gotta finish that song.” Slinking his way out of the kitchen, Yoochun hummed the last few bars of the melody he’d been working on before hunger and thirst had driven him into the kitchen.
After supper that night, the five young men sprawled around the living room to watch a movie. Yoochun slouched at one end of the couch with Changmin’s head resting on a pillow in his lap. Min’s feet draped over the armrest at the other end. Yunho relaxed in an overstuffed chair with his legs spread out in front of him and Jaejoong sitting on a pillow at his feet, arms draped on Yunho’s knees. Junsu relaxed on his stomach on the floor barely two feet from the big screen tv.
The seating arrangements were nothing new. Exact positioning changed from time to time but the tendency to lean on, lay on, or otherwise cuddle with one or more of the members was nothing new. So Jaejoong had instinctively taken a seat between Yunho’s knees, leaning back against the chair seat and flopping his arms over the other’s thighs. Nothing new or exciting or awkward until the random kissing scene in the movie. In one of those inexplicable leaps Jae’s mind tended to make, he started thinking about the overheard conversation between Yunho and Yoochun.
As the kiss on screen grew more and more passionate, Jae’s thoughts veered wildly towards the image of grabbing Yunho in a similar embrace. Shoving those thoughts back, he shifted on the floor and slid his hands over Yunho’s bare shins. The skin on skin contact sent a wave of unexpected lust through him. Startled he moved his arms off of Yunho’s legs to wrap them around his up drawn knees.
“You ok?” The puff of Yunho’s breath against his ear nearly had Jaejoong jumping out of his skin. What the hell? He’d lived with the other man for years now and never felt more than warm affection for the big, goofy, tactile leader.
“Yea, yea. I’m ok. Just got a little uncomfortable.” More uncomfortable than he’d ever like Yunho to know. The man wasn’t honestly attracted to Jaejoong. Jae wasn’t foolish enough to think the overheard comments were anything more than a joke. And one made at his expense.
“Wanna trade places?” Yunho’s breath continued to tickle and caress Jaejoong’s ear. It wasn’t a new sensation but caused new sensations throughout the rest of Jaejoong’s body. Holy hell. He was attracted to his “leader”.
Fantastic. Terrific. Like the lawsuit wasn’t dangerous enough to their careers, why not throw in some awkward I’m-suddenly-sexually-attracted-to-my-best-friend complications?
Standing abruptly, nearly bashing Yunho in the chin with his shoulder, Jaejoong said, “No, it’s ok. I think I’ll go take a shower.”
“You’ll miss the end of the movie.” This from Changmin who’d noticed Jaejoong stand up.
“That’s ok. It’s not really interesting to me anyway.” With that rather lame excuse, since who didn’t love explosions and car chases and hot half-naked women, Jaejoong strode quickly out of the living room. Leaving four very confused men in his wake.
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"Do you know what I'd do to you if you were a woman?” Yunho studied Jaejoong with an intensity usually reserved for learning new dance moves.
Shifting closer to the opposite side of the elevator, Jaejoong laughed. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m not a woman, huh?” He watched the numbers above the elevator door slowly count up to the floor of their apartment.
Catching a sudden movement from the corner of his eye, Jae gasped when he found himself pinned between the wall and Yunho’s body. Yunho’s very warm, very long body. A little voice in the back of his mind hummed in approval. That same stupid little voice he’d been arguing with ever since three nights ago. The night when he’d discovered some latent sexual attraction to his friend of over six years.
He knew he’d acted like a skittish awkward teenager around Yunho ever since but the more he tried to fight the awkwardness, the worse it became. Yunho noticed the difference quickly. And Jaejoong cursed him all to hell for suddenly becoming aware of Jaejoong’s moods. Couldn’t he have just remained dense until Jae figured out how to handle the unwanted sexual attraction?
In what Jaejoong supposed was an effort to learn or fix whatever was bothering him, Jaejoong found himself invited out to drinks with just Yunho. An unusual occurrence with both of them so busy in separate countries more often than not and with schedules that conflicted just as often. Instead of an easy flow of conversation or just sitting in comfortable silence, Jaejoong felt the conversational attempts beyond stilted and the silence weighed heavily in the air between them. Going out for drinks had never been so stressful in his life. He hadn’t even managed to drink enough to be buzzed.
Yunho, on the other hand, grew steadily more relaxed. And he only had two drinks. Baffled, Jaejoong had sat at the table and reviewed the evening in an effort to figure out how his best friend could be getting wasted on two drinks. Even if he wasn’t much of a drinker, the man could handle his alcohol better than that. Upon playing the loop of events for the fifth time through his mind, Jaejoong stopped at the memory of a girl, giggling and with pen and paper in hand, walking up to the table. She’d asked for their autographs which they had given with practiced ease and equally practiced smiles.
Nothing unusual. Perhaps annoying but nothing unusual until Yunho had been handing her paper and pen back and she’d stumbled. Bracing one hand on the edge of the table, she flung out her other hand, landing it on top of Yunho’s glass. She’d steadied herself, retrieved her items, thanked them, and walked off. But as she walked off, she glanced back at Jaejoong, winked and smiled before disappearing into the growing crowd. It was shortly after Yunho had finished off the drink that Jaejoong began to notice a change.
Now he was trapped in slowly ascending elevator with Yunho pinning him to the wall. “Jaejoongie, you smell so good.” Nuzzling his face into Jae’s neck, Yunho inhaled and exhaled, puffing air along Jae’s sensitive skin. “Better than a woman. If you were female, I’d have pinned you against this wall years ago. Any wall for that matter.” Lifting his head, Yunho smiled into Jae’s face and slid long fingers into the lightened strands of Jae’s hair.
“Yunho-ah, it just the alcohol or something talking.” Jae pushed against Yunho’s chest. It didn’t budge the taller man one centimeter.
Jaejoong cursed the slimming down he’d done for the Japan promotions. During the Mirotic era, he could have easily shoved Yunho backwards despite the disparities in height. Beginning to seriously contemplate kicking Yunho in the balls, Jae blew out a relieved sigh when the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. “We’re on our floor, leader-shii.”
“Aish. The timing sucks.” Sliding his hands from Jae’s hair, Yunho clasped them around Jaejoong’s wrists and tugged him out of the elevator. “Oh well, we can continue this inside.”