Rules; Love & Desire
Love & Desire
JaeJoong&Yunho
Romance, Smut, Drama
Jaejoong loses in the game of love
All JaeJoong's thoughts are in bold.
{Song used; ♫Chasing Pavements by Adele
Rules; Love & Desire
"JaeJoong, JaeJoong," panting, muffled groans escaped the taller, older man. "JaeJoong, ngeh JaeJoong," he would continue to moan out his ecstasy as he rocked his body into the smaller man who wrapped himself onto him as a second coating of skin. The smaller man, JaeJoong, holding him; clinging onto the taller man with his strong arms, his legs wrapped around the taller mans hips making use of their closeness.
"JaeJoong, JaeJoong"
More. More. More
"JaeJoong, Oh God JaeJoong".
Don't stop Yunho-ah, don't stop. Say my name. More.
"JaeJoong. I like you."
...
"JaeJoong, I like you so much."
No more Yunho-ah. Stop saying it.
"So much Jae. I like you."
...Whatever
"I like you too Yunho-ah," he would respond obediently. He always did, not once did he ever not say 'I like you too, Yunho-ah', for It was of course him who said it first. From the very first time he laid eyes on his fresh faced classmate, as a young man of 17, he knew Yunho was his type.
The broad shouldered young man, with long legs and a lighter in his hand. His new classmate had a face structure so well defined he could have been made of all plastic, from his sharp nose to bow shaped lips and high cheek bones. His eyes were a bit on the small side, but the intensity that shone from those dark eyes of his was simply breathtaking.
JaeJoong, a young man who couldn't be bothered to speak a word to anyone, always finding himself alone up on the school's roof as class was in session without him; an unlit cigarette playing in between his long slender fingers. A friendless young man for his beautiful, yet cold exterior and rather expressionless face gave out warning signals of caution to all his classmates and teacher's. A young man who couldn't be bothered by anything around him, the same grim expression painted on his doll like face, perfect but oh-so-painfully-vacant. The face of a young man who put on an unremovable mask. Kim JaeJoong; a walking, breathing doll, mute - but so well displayed for his unblemished beauty, that no one dared touch him, no one dared come near him.
He found himself walking up to the new boy named Jung Yunho, who surprisingly stood only a few feet away from him on the school's roof top. A skipper? Amusing.
A cigarette dangled lazily in between JaeJoong's full lips, "can I borrow your lighter?" he asked, no trace of a question found in his tone. The new boy - Yunho stared at him blankly before a sudden smile pushed forth onto his face. Shoving his lighter back into his pocket, he sighed, "Smoking is bad for you." He said coyly, almost teasingly as he pulled JaeJoong's cigarette from his mouth, dropping it to the floor and stepping on it.
JaeJoong didn't blink, dark eyebrows pulling together as he glared at his new classmate curiously, "my girlfriend told me there was over 4,000 chemicals in those, 43 of them cancer causing. So please stop smoking." He said, flashing JaeJoong with a radiant smile before walking away, his broad frame slowly disappearing right before JaeJoong's bewildered eyes.
Jung Yunho, Jung Yunho, Yunho-ah - you are my type.
I'll be your cigarette, and you'll be my lighter. I'll need you and you'll want me. I'll satisfy you and You'll
keep coming back for your fix - then we'll kill each other slowly.
As predicted of the prison called high school, Yunho became unbearably popular. An all star athlete and top student. Someone that could excel in everything and anything without breaking a sweat. Handsome and modest, a young man of honesty and responsibility. Straight forward and calculated. A young man who had the ability to be anything he wanted to be. Jung Yunho.
With Yunho's instant fame came talk, shining light on the smaller, younger man with black hair who stood beside him at all times. Kim JaeJoong. Why in the world would someone like Yunho befriend someone like JaeJoong. Rumors escalated into stories one would only see in drama's. Things such as JaeJoong black mailing Yunho, forcing him to be his servant and making him do odd jobs for him. Or that JaeJoong was bribing Yunho to hang out with him to gain popularity. But the rumor that hurt JaeJoong the most was that everyone called JaeJoong Yunho's charity case, maybe because that realization hit closer to home.
"It is because Yunho is in love with me." He declared thinly one day, a lazy half-smile made way on his face, satisfaction dancing like flames in his black eyes. He said it too often after that, said it to the world. For those who had never heard JaeJoong speak, it was a shock hearing his voice - for it was calm, collected, and rather beautiful in an eerie way that one could fall into a trance. But that one statement, as shocking as it was, went in one ear and out the other, for everyone knew Yunho couldn't possibly 'roll that way.' Maybe someone like JaeJoong, but never Yunho. But JaeJoong said it anyway, in hopes that in saying it, Yunho would begin to love him. He didn't.
"Are you ... gay Jae?"
"No, I like women."
"But you like me right Jae?"
"Yeah, I like you Yunho-ah."
"Good, I like you too."
No Yunho-ah, you desire me.
But it was okay wasn't it? Yunho was his best friend after all. Meeting him in high school and following him into university. It was okay, wasn't it? Moving into the same dorm and sleeping in the same bed every night, that was okay right? Staring at each other wordlessly, as they lay side by side, lustful eyes fastened on eachother's faces. Lips parted as desire flamed their bodies as they clumsily stroked eachother's pulsing cocks underneath the blankets, that too was okay right? And it was also okay, that when Yunho would finally fall asleep, JaeJoong would steal kisses from the unconscious man to satisfy his longing for the man that would only touch him, but never kiss him. That of course, was all right. Wasn't it? They were best friends after all.
JaeJoong had a rather peculiar Yunho fetish, one would never suspect JaeJoong - a man who looked void of any feelings would be ransacking their dorm, a comical smile plastered on his face as he stole Yunho's pencils and pens, his used pillow casing's and shirts, stealing his books and even his bed stand lamp during high school, just to hide it in his closet and admire them when Yunho was away working his part-time job. Oh yeah, he had a fetish. A weird one at that.
He liked Yunho, liked him very much. Desire and longing filling him from head to toe, his feelings becoming unbearably painful as Yunho was so close, but yet so far away that he kept slipping from his fingers like sand. How could he have him, Yunho had a girlfriend - the same girlfriend that warned him about the cigs. JaeJoong had met her 3 times, a high school girl. A petite and almost puppy dog cute, mini skirt wearing chick that seemed to be suffering from PMS everyday. Yunho always did like the young ones, as JaeJoong liked older women.
It was their 2nd year of university when Yunho's girlfriend finally broke up with him, "you don't see me Yunho-ah, all you see is JaeJoong. Your mind is filled with only JaeJoong!" She cried.
He's filled with me all right, for I'm who he desires the most in this world.
I'll keep him that way, always - always desiring me.
I am his cigarette, and he is my lighter. I'll need him and he'll want me. I'll satisfy him and he'll
keep coming back for his fix - then we'll kill each other slowly.
It was that night, he and Yunho drank the night away. Drinking until JaeJoong began to giggle uncontrollably like a school girl, began to turn red and eye Yunho lovingly with his wide doe eyes. It was that night, JaeJoong pretended to pass out and let Yunho kiss him.
"Are you asleep JaeJoong?"
...
"JaeJoong?"
...
"It's okay, don't open your eyes."
...
"Just let me kiss you".
And he did, and oh did he let Yunho kiss him. Let him force his tongue into his mouth as Yunho's trembling hands roamed his aching body. His fingers lingering at his nipples playing with his tender nubs, making JaeJoong moan inbetween kisses.
"don't open your eyes Jae, just keep pretending you're sleeping.
Please."
He did as he was told, not once did he open his eyes. Not even when Yunho kissed the tip of his throbbing cock with his warm lips, his tongue licking the sides in a maddening tease as one, two, three fingers penetrated his entrance. Oh God, Oh God - Yun. Yun. More. He gladly took the pain because it was Yunho who touched him. That's all it had to take.
He was tempted to look when Yunho closed his lips around his cock, taking him in - in one go, sucking him off until he felt as if he had died and gone to heaven, fire works exploding behind his lids. Oh yeah. Yunho was just that good. He did not open his eyes when he felt Yunho's thick cock play in between his ass cheeks, felt the warm head pushing its way in. No, no - he did not open his eyes. For he was afraid Yunho would stop if he did, and he couldn't have that. Yunho fucked him senseless, ramming him into the mattress, their fingers entwined. Oh he was so good, so so good.
"JaeJoong, I longed for you all along."
"Yeah, because you're in-love with me right."
"I - I think we need rules, Jae."
"Like an agreement?"
"Yeah. An agreement."
"What kind of agreement."
"An agreement where no such words of love is used."
"Oh, so we can't fall in-love."
"No. Cause Jae - I'm straight."
"Me too Yunho-ah."
"Okay, that's our only rule then. No falling in-love"
Sure, okay, I understand - we'll fuck, and we'll kiss - but you'll never say you love me.
Okay, sure. Right-O.
I am your cigarette, and you are my lighter. I'll need you and you'll want me. I'll satisfy you and You'll
keep coming back for your fix - then we'll kill each other slowly.
They followed each other out of university, living in the same apartment but different suites as they both found themselves girlfriends. Yunho an aspiring writer, and JaeJoong a struggling artist. Living one floor away from each other, cement floors parting them.
They would live their lives separately, working and showering their girlfriends with attention. Yunho was oblivious to JaeJoong's feelings, not realizing that after he found a girlfriend, JaeJoong found one too in hopes that Yunho would hurt because of it. He didn't.
Instead he clapped JaeJoong on the back, winking at him before whispering in his ear, "she's pretty JaeJoong." Stung by Yunho's response, he kept his girlfriend. For he later realized that she loved him in ways Yunho didn't.
Yunho talked about her, talked about his younger lover whom he said he loved. The younger lover that made him happy. She could give him what JaeJoong couldn't, a family. And that made JaeJoong fall apart inside. Wasn't it him who made him happy? - after everything, he couldn't love him?
But despite it all, JaeJoong would let Yunho come to him every night, let him sneak under covers with him, let him kiss him so tenderly he lost every bit of pride he was so desperately clinging onto. And they would fuck, yes - fuck, wouldn't it be silly if it was retitled as 'made like' because their rule was, no love. No use of that word whatsoever.
"JaeJoong, I like you so much."
No more Yunho-ah. Stop saying it.
"So much Jae. I like you."
...Whatever
JaeJoong sat up in silence as he watched Yunho button up his dress shirt, a soft humming coming from the older man's mouth. "Yunho-ah, what are you doing today?" He would ask like he did every morning while he watched Yunho dress. "Yoona wants to watch a movie today." Yunho replied, walking towards JaeJoong. He took JaeJoong's face into his palms, and kissed him; once, twice, three times. "Yun! I didn't even brush my teeth yet!" JaeJoong exclaimed as he pulled up the white bed sheet to his neck. "It's okay Jae." Yunho replied kissing him again. "How about you Jae, have any plans with Hyori?" JaeJoong shook his head, and Yunho smiled, getting up.
"I'll see you tonight." Yunho smiled, the same radiant smile he gave JaeJoong the very first time they met, and JaeJoong would force a smile, as if he didn't feel the breaking of his heart at that moment - as if it didn't hurt him that Yunho was leaving him to go back to his girlfriend that he loved.
Yunho would leave, the clicking noise of the door locking breaking him, and he would lay back onto his bed - his trembling fingers smoothing out the empty space beside him, and he would cry at Yunho's absence, for he himself broke their only rule
"I love you Yun-ah."
I'll She'll be your cigarette, and you'll be my her lighter. I'll She'll need you and you'll want me her. I will satisfy you and You'll keep coming back for your fix - then we'll kill each other slowly. Then you'll kill me slowly.
Because after all, JaeJoong was only a desire.
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JaeJoong&Yunho
Romance, Smut, Drama
Jaejoong loses in the game of love
All JaeJoong's thoughts are in bold.
{Song used; ♫Chasing Pavements by Adele
Rules; Love & Desire
"JaeJoong, JaeJoong," panting, muffled groans escaped the taller, older man. "JaeJoong, ngeh JaeJoong," he would continue to moan out his ecstasy as he rocked his body into the smaller man who wrapped himself onto him as a second coating of skin. The smaller man, JaeJoong, holding him; clinging onto the taller man with his strong arms, his legs wrapped around the taller mans hips making use of their closeness.
"JaeJoong, JaeJoong"
More. More. More
"JaeJoong, Oh God JaeJoong".
Don't stop Yunho-ah, don't stop. Say my name. More.
"JaeJoong. I like you."
...
"JaeJoong, I like you so much."
No more Yunho-ah. Stop saying it.
"So much Jae. I like you."
...Whatever
"I like you too Yunho-ah," he would respond obediently. He always did, not once did he ever not say 'I like you too, Yunho-ah', for It was of course him who said it first. From the very first time he laid eyes on his fresh faced classmate, as a young man of 17, he knew Yunho was his type.
The broad shouldered young man, with long legs and a lighter in his hand. His new classmate had a face structure so well defined he could have been made of all plastic, from his sharp nose to bow shaped lips and high cheek bones. His eyes were a bit on the small side, but the intensity that shone from those dark eyes of his was simply breathtaking.
JaeJoong, a young man who couldn't be bothered to speak a word to anyone, always finding himself alone up on the school's roof as class was in session without him; an unlit cigarette playing in between his long slender fingers. A friendless young man for his beautiful, yet cold exterior and rather expressionless face gave out warning signals of caution to all his classmates and teacher's. A young man who couldn't be bothered by anything around him, the same grim expression painted on his doll like face, perfect but oh-so-painfully-vacant. The face of a young man who put on an unremovable mask. Kim JaeJoong; a walking, breathing doll, mute - but so well displayed for his unblemished beauty, that no one dared touch him, no one dared come near him.
He found himself walking up to the new boy named Jung Yunho, who surprisingly stood only a few feet away from him on the school's roof top. A skipper? Amusing.
A cigarette dangled lazily in between JaeJoong's full lips, "can I borrow your lighter?" he asked, no trace of a question found in his tone. The new boy - Yunho stared at him blankly before a sudden smile pushed forth onto his face. Shoving his lighter back into his pocket, he sighed, "Smoking is bad for you." He said coyly, almost teasingly as he pulled JaeJoong's cigarette from his mouth, dropping it to the floor and stepping on it.
JaeJoong didn't blink, dark eyebrows pulling together as he glared at his new classmate curiously, "my girlfriend told me there was over 4,000 chemicals in those, 43 of them cancer causing. So please stop smoking." He said, flashing JaeJoong with a radiant smile before walking away, his broad frame slowly disappearing right before JaeJoong's bewildered eyes.
Jung Yunho, Jung Yunho, Yunho-ah - you are my type.
I'll be your cigarette, and you'll be my lighter. I'll need you and you'll want me. I'll satisfy you and You'll
keep coming back for your fix - then we'll kill each other slowly.
As predicted of the prison called high school, Yunho became unbearably popular. An all star athlete and top student. Someone that could excel in everything and anything without breaking a sweat. Handsome and modest, a young man of honesty and responsibility. Straight forward and calculated. A young man who had the ability to be anything he wanted to be. Jung Yunho.
With Yunho's instant fame came talk, shining light on the smaller, younger man with black hair who stood beside him at all times. Kim JaeJoong. Why in the world would someone like Yunho befriend someone like JaeJoong. Rumors escalated into stories one would only see in drama's. Things such as JaeJoong black mailing Yunho, forcing him to be his servant and making him do odd jobs for him. Or that JaeJoong was bribing Yunho to hang out with him to gain popularity. But the rumor that hurt JaeJoong the most was that everyone called JaeJoong Yunho's charity case, maybe because that realization hit closer to home.
"It is because Yunho is in love with me." He declared thinly one day, a lazy half-smile made way on his face, satisfaction dancing like flames in his black eyes. He said it too often after that, said it to the world. For those who had never heard JaeJoong speak, it was a shock hearing his voice - for it was calm, collected, and rather beautiful in an eerie way that one could fall into a trance. But that one statement, as shocking as it was, went in one ear and out the other, for everyone knew Yunho couldn't possibly 'roll that way.' Maybe someone like JaeJoong, but never Yunho. But JaeJoong said it anyway, in hopes that in saying it, Yunho would begin to love him. He didn't.
"Are you ... gay Jae?"
"No, I like women."
"But you like me right Jae?"
"Yeah, I like you Yunho-ah."
"Good, I like you too."
No Yunho-ah, you desire me.
But it was okay wasn't it? Yunho was his best friend after all. Meeting him in high school and following him into university. It was okay, wasn't it? Moving into the same dorm and sleeping in the same bed every night, that was okay right? Staring at each other wordlessly, as they lay side by side, lustful eyes fastened on eachother's faces. Lips parted as desire flamed their bodies as they clumsily stroked eachother's pulsing cocks underneath the blankets, that too was okay right? And it was also okay, that when Yunho would finally fall asleep, JaeJoong would steal kisses from the unconscious man to satisfy his longing for the man that would only touch him, but never kiss him. That of course, was all right. Wasn't it? They were best friends after all.
JaeJoong had a rather peculiar Yunho fetish, one would never suspect JaeJoong - a man who looked void of any feelings would be ransacking their dorm, a comical smile plastered on his face as he stole Yunho's pencils and pens, his used pillow casing's and shirts, stealing his books and even his bed stand lamp during high school, just to hide it in his closet and admire them when Yunho was away working his part-time job. Oh yeah, he had a fetish. A weird one at that.
He liked Yunho, liked him very much. Desire and longing filling him from head to toe, his feelings becoming unbearably painful as Yunho was so close, but yet so far away that he kept slipping from his fingers like sand. How could he have him, Yunho had a girlfriend - the same girlfriend that warned him about the cigs. JaeJoong had met her 3 times, a high school girl. A petite and almost puppy dog cute, mini skirt wearing chick that seemed to be suffering from PMS everyday. Yunho always did like the young ones, as JaeJoong liked older women.
It was their 2nd year of university when Yunho's girlfriend finally broke up with him, "you don't see me Yunho-ah, all you see is JaeJoong. Your mind is filled with only JaeJoong!" She cried.
He's filled with me all right, for I'm who he desires the most in this world.
I'll keep him that way, always - always desiring me.
I am his cigarette, and he is my lighter. I'll need him and he'll want me. I'll satisfy him and he'll
keep coming back for his fix - then we'll kill each other slowly.
It was that night, he and Yunho drank the night away. Drinking until JaeJoong began to giggle uncontrollably like a school girl, began to turn red and eye Yunho lovingly with his wide doe eyes. It was that night, JaeJoong pretended to pass out and let Yunho kiss him.
"Are you asleep JaeJoong?"
...
"JaeJoong?"
...
"It's okay, don't open your eyes."
...
"Just let me kiss you".
And he did, and oh did he let Yunho kiss him. Let him force his tongue into his mouth as Yunho's trembling hands roamed his aching body. His fingers lingering at his nipples playing with his tender nubs, making JaeJoong moan inbetween kisses.
"don't open your eyes Jae, just keep pretending you're sleeping.
Please."
He did as he was told, not once did he open his eyes. Not even when Yunho kissed the tip of his throbbing cock with his warm lips, his tongue licking the sides in a maddening tease as one, two, three fingers penetrated his entrance. Oh God, Oh God - Yun. Yun. More. He gladly took the pain because it was Yunho who touched him. That's all it had to take.
He was tempted to look when Yunho closed his lips around his cock, taking him in - in one go, sucking him off until he felt as if he had died and gone to heaven, fire works exploding behind his lids. Oh yeah. Yunho was just that good. He did not open his eyes when he felt Yunho's thick cock play in between his ass cheeks, felt the warm head pushing its way in. No, no - he did not open his eyes. For he was afraid Yunho would stop if he did, and he couldn't have that. Yunho fucked him senseless, ramming him into the mattress, their fingers entwined. Oh he was so good, so so good.
"JaeJoong, I longed for you all along."
"Yeah, because you're in-love with me right."
"I - I think we need rules, Jae."
"Like an agreement?"
"Yeah. An agreement."
"What kind of agreement."
"An agreement where no such words of love is used."
"Oh, so we can't fall in-love."
"No. Cause Jae - I'm straight."
"Me too Yunho-ah."
"Okay, that's our only rule then. No falling in-love"
Sure, okay, I understand - we'll fuck, and we'll kiss - but you'll never say you love me.
Okay, sure. Right-O.
I am your cigarette, and you are my lighter. I'll need you and you'll want me. I'll satisfy you and You'll
keep coming back for your fix - then we'll kill each other slowly.
They followed each other out of university, living in the same apartment but different suites as they both found themselves girlfriends. Yunho an aspiring writer, and JaeJoong a struggling artist. Living one floor away from each other, cement floors parting them.
They would live their lives separately, working and showering their girlfriends with attention. Yunho was oblivious to JaeJoong's feelings, not realizing that after he found a girlfriend, JaeJoong found one too in hopes that Yunho would hurt because of it. He didn't.
Instead he clapped JaeJoong on the back, winking at him before whispering in his ear, "she's pretty JaeJoong." Stung by Yunho's response, he kept his girlfriend. For he later realized that she loved him in ways Yunho didn't.
Yunho talked about her, talked about his younger lover whom he said he loved. The younger lover that made him happy. She could give him what JaeJoong couldn't, a family. And that made JaeJoong fall apart inside. Wasn't it him who made him happy? - after everything, he couldn't love him?
But despite it all, JaeJoong would let Yunho come to him every night, let him sneak under covers with him, let him kiss him so tenderly he lost every bit of pride he was so desperately clinging onto. And they would fuck, yes - fuck, wouldn't it be silly if it was retitled as 'made like' because their rule was, no love. No use of that word whatsoever.
"JaeJoong, I like you so much."
No more Yunho-ah. Stop saying it.
"So much Jae. I like you."
...Whatever
JaeJoong sat up in silence as he watched Yunho button up his dress shirt, a soft humming coming from the older man's mouth. "Yunho-ah, what are you doing today?" He would ask like he did every morning while he watched Yunho dress. "Yoona wants to watch a movie today." Yunho replied, walking towards JaeJoong. He took JaeJoong's face into his palms, and kissed him; once, twice, three times. "Yun! I didn't even brush my teeth yet!" JaeJoong exclaimed as he pulled up the white bed sheet to his neck. "It's okay Jae." Yunho replied kissing him again. "How about you Jae, have any plans with Hyori?" JaeJoong shook his head, and Yunho smiled, getting up.
"I'll see you tonight." Yunho smiled, the same radiant smile he gave JaeJoong the very first time they met, and JaeJoong would force a smile, as if he didn't feel the breaking of his heart at that moment - as if it didn't hurt him that Yunho was leaving him to go back to his girlfriend that he loved.
Yunho would leave, the clicking noise of the door locking breaking him, and he would lay back onto his bed - his trembling fingers smoothing out the empty space beside him, and he would cry at Yunho's absence, for he himself broke their only rule
"I love you Yun-ah."
I'll She'll be your cigarette, and you'll be my her lighter. I'll She'll need you and you'll want me her. I will satisfy you and You'll keep coming back for your fix - then we'll kill each other slowly. Then you'll kill me slowly.
Because after all, JaeJoong was only a desire.
/
- Notes; This was inspired by a manga named Koi ga Bokura wo Yurusu Hani. I loved the whole plot, but the storyline gave me emotional whiplash. I wasn't too sure how to feel about the characters, it seemed to go back and forth.
- Please note, in the manga both had girlfriends whom they really did love, and they did know about their boyfriends sexing it up. The artwork was beautiful and the character whom I used JaeJoong for - man, did he put a smile on my face. Most of the time. So if you want, please do read the manga, I think maybe you'll see what I'm trying to get at with this One-Shot. Cause, honestly I'm not even sure about this one-shot.
- I know what you're thinking. "What the hell are you doing writing this crap instead of finishing Chap7 of AM. Honestly, this was my stress reliever. Having being able to write this in technically one day, without having even written this down in my notebook (which I always ALWAYS do) because I just love re-editing my stories. This was just BAM! Surprisingly this was long and somewhat raw, so please excuse any misspelling's and so on! ♥
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