f: you only live once

Mar 17, 2013 22:47

→ YOLO | NC17 | yunho/jaejoong
→ Jaejoong wants to lose his virginity due to peer pressure and he seeks out the biggest playboy in town, Jung Yunho to do the deed.
→ plot adopted from mysekushiboo :3


He meant to get some homework done today. Instead, he was at some unknown bar, drinking a glass of something tastefully illegal. Kim Jaejoong was no problem child neither was he a hard-working student; he went to school because he had to. He did his homework because his teachers ordered him to do it. He participated in extra-curricular activities because his parents wanted more credits to be added in his future resume. It was insane to live up to a life somebody else honed for him and as he was approaching the next few weeks till his high school graduation, the doe-eyed boy wanted control over his life, even just once.

Growing up in an all-boy’s school could be both gratifying and insanely annoying. Most of them are eighty percent horny most of the time and lunch breaks are mostly filled with sharing porn magazines and illicit personal stories. Virginity had always been an issue and something people of his age usually used as a form of insult. Apparently, sex has become a form of status and being a virgin at the age of eighteen can be so demeaning. He had to do something about it. You only live once, right?

Park Yoochun, his best friend, the school’s heartthrob-slash-slut and the very reason why he sneaked out of the house in the middle of the night just to go drinking in a club, was sitting next to him, flirting with some girl with a pair of abnormally humungous rack. How Yoochun found the ridiculously fake pair attractive was beyond him and he wouldn’t even bother to analyze the guy’s personal preference when he himself was on the hunt for his own.

Unlike his greasy partner in crime, Jaejoong preferred someone who could control him in more ways than one. Girls were cute but they were too soft and way too giggly, it was beyond irritable sometimes. Looking around, Jaejoong swept his eyes all over the dance floor, trying to find the person who caught his attention not too long ago.

In the middle of the dance floor stood his target, looking luscious in his form fitting dark top and straight fit jeans. He had a studded denim vest awhile ago but I guess that was the piece of clothing one of the girls was sniffing against her face. With the music popping into a new strange mix of electro and techno music with a mix of dubstep, the guy flows into the crowd like he had always belonged there. His body was like magic; popping and waving so fluidly making the dance itself look easy when it’s actually a death wish in real life. Jaejoong couldn’t dance to save his life and he was in awe at the way this man basically owned the dance floor.

“That’s Yunho,” Yoochun suddenly appeared beside him, downing the last gulp of beer in the bottle. “He’s known as the resident playboy, Joongie.”

“Good to know.” Jaejoong replied without his eyes off the living and breathing dance machine. The music changed into another mix and soon, the guy or rather, Yunho began doing something amazing with his feet. Apart from the immense techniques and skills, he surely looked flexible.

“That was a warning.” Yoochun told him with a bit of a stink eye. “I heard he’s pretty much experienced and way out of your league.”

Way out of my virgin league you mean. Rolling his eyes, Jaejoong finally tore his gaze away from the dance floor and pointedly glare at his friend. “You’re not exactly dissuading me, just so you know. And besides…” he spun and smirked at his target, “If I want someone to take my virginity, it’d better be a guy as experienced as him.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Jaejoong considered that as Yoochun’s strange way of giving his approval and went on his merry way to seduce the infamous playboy. Despite of his virginity intact, he went through a couple of relationships before and seduction was something he wasn’t lacking. He was quite aware of his unique looks and by that he meant his huge, pretty doe-eyes and luscious lips.

Checking his clothes one more time, Jaejoong felt confident enough to strut down towards the now panting gorgeous man, hoping his jeans were tight enough to show his not too gifted lump of ass. At least his top was sheer enough to show a bit of his milky-white skin.

Dancing wasn’t his forte either but a slight sway of his hips and a show of smothering pair of eyes had Yunho entrapped in a form of trance. Confident that Yunho was on his way towards him, Jaejoong closed his eyes and danced to the music until he felt a pair of hands squeezing his hips. With a soft gasp, he smothered a triumphant smile as he turned his head and found Yunho’s face a few inches away from his.

They danced or rather, grinded against each other for quite some time as the beat of the music matched their movements. He could feel the ghost of a smile near his neck as Yunho breathed in his scent without actually kissing the delectable patch of skin. Jaejoong just loved the feel of the man’s strong build against his back, pressing further into the warmth he suddenly craved.

Yunho turned him around and soon they were facing each other. As the taller man held him around the waist, Jaejoong slid his arms and wrapped them around Yunho’s neck, smiling as he finally got a closer look of the handsome face he admired from afar. Yunho looked pleased himself as he appraised the shorter male from head to toe.

“I haven’t seen you around here before. What’s your name?”

God, even his voice sounded delicious, dripping with unadulterated sex appeal. Jaejoong bit his lip to suppress a moan as he felt Yunho’s lips mouth his jaw line. He almost forgot to answer until the older man pulled back and looked at him with a mix of amusement and desire. With his dark hair plastered against his sweaty skin, eyes hooded and lips reddened in repetitive biting, Jaejoong would acquire any hot-blooded man’s attention without even trying.

“What’s your name?” Yunho repeated patiently, grinning at the dazed look on the beautiful boy’s face.

“Ja-” Remembering the fake ID he flashed awhile ago to get in, Jaejoong mentally composed himself and tried again, “Youngwoong.”

“Jayoungwon?”

“Youngwoong.”

“Ah.” Yunho tugged the man closer as if that was possible, melding their burning pair of bodies together, heightening the frustration emanating from the younger man. “I’m Yunho.”

“I know.” He couldn’t take his eyes off the mole above those sinful looking lips. Jaejoong just wanted to kiss him. He wanted to be ravished and with Yunho keeping him from a distance made it quite difficult to restrain the inevitable pull of their lips.

“My reputation precedes me.”

Jaejoong dropped his eyes. “Are you going to live up to it?”

“You know,” Yunho intoned hoarsely as he leaned forward and nipped the skin underneath his chin, sucking on the patch lightly. “There’s no need to ask.” Unable to resist any longer, he pulled him into a kiss, tasting the sweet mouth and getting lost in the process.

A sigh escaped Jaejoong but before completely losing himself to the kiss, he kept himself from melting into his desire and turned away from the older man’s lips. “D-do you want to get out of here?” he asked, going absolutely crazy at the taste, sight, sound and touch of Yunho.

Unrelenting, Yunho nudged a delicate chin and turned the raven head straight. Kissing Jaejoong again, harder this time, Yunho slowly grinded against him, satisfying his craving and inwardly telling himself that he’ll make passionate love with this beautiful person all night long. It wasn’t everyday he met handsome men in the bar; so handsome that it was easy for him to throw repercussions in the air.

Shame washed over Jaejoong, but only for a second as he felt the suggesting squeeze on his ass and the apparent rub against his thigh. Looking above the second floor, he could see Yoochun shaking his head at him but giving him a thumbs-up anyway. The guy left him with the huge rack girl, looking forward to the night ahead as well.

“Let’s go.”

The trip outside the club proved to be difficult especially when most of the patrons were either drunk or high. People grinded to whomever they made contact with and it made Jaejoong extremely unnerved. Sensing this, Yunho pulled him closer against his side as he led him outside the suffocating room.

“Your place or mine?” clearly, Yunho was still sober since he’s just about to take them somewhere with his sweet looking motorbike. “I only live a few blocks away.”

Wearing the extra helmet and straddling the seat behind Yunho, Jaejoong answered, “Yours. I live in the suburbs.”

“Alright.” He noticed the way Jaejoong shuddered against him as he wrapped his arms securely around his middle. It was probably the nip of cold crisp air or just the jitters of sleeping with some random guy he met at the bar. Either way, Yunho was looking forward to having the man moan his name soon. With a hard kick, the engine rumbled to life and he drove down the familiar path heading home.

**

Whatever feelings of uncertainty left his muddled brain as soon as Yunho pressed his naked body against the mattress with such ferocity. Those pair of almond-shaped eyes will forever haunt his dreams as they drank the visage of his bare, flushed skin down to the tips of his toes. He wasn’t even that drunk and yet he felt like his head was swimming, especially when Yunho hovered above him and his equally naked skin touched his. His mouth tasted like bitter with alcohol and spicy with the touch of nicotine.

“Youngwoong,” Yunho revered as he worshiped the pliant body with his hand and lips.

“Oh god, Yunho!” Burying his fingers in dark brown hair, Jaejoong held Yunho’s head in place. “More. Please.” He moaned, not exactly expecting how the feeling of naked skin on skin would feel so incredible. Succumbing to the more experienced man’s touch, he spread his legs and hissed once his cock brushed against Yunho’s, creating a toe-curling sensation. Breaking away from the kiss, he reached between their slick abdomen and touched the arousal that was about get inside of him.

Yunho would’ve chuckled at Jaejoong’s face if only he wasn’t too busy rubbing himself against the warm hand palming his cock.

Jaejoong watched enough porn to know that the sizes for each man vary and after watching numerous kinds of videos, he had this stereotypical thought that Asian men were not supposed to be that big. Apparently, Yunho was an exception.

“Do you still want to-”

He wasn’t sure if he was ready for his first cock to be this huge yet he was more than determined to keep things going. Without answering Yunho’s cut-off question, Jaejoong whispered, “Condom and lube?” he couldn’t help but watch in glee as the handsome man’s eyes turned darker upon mentioning the essentials.

Inevitably, he had them all in his bedside drawer. Soon, he was fumbling on putting the condom while Yunho’s lube-slicked fingers probed his entrance in one swift push. All Jaejoong did was moan and squeeze Yunho’s cock harder, giving it a firm stroke that sent electric jolts of pleasure through the taller man’s body.

“So sexy,” Yunho’s gaze travelled down the flushed torso and onto the two fingers pushing in and out, wrapped tightly around wrinkly skin. He had no idea how young Jaejoong was but with the way he was gyrating his hips up and down his fingers, he could tell he was a sexual creature. Somehow, deep inside, he was hoping this wouldn’t be just a one night stand. He wanted to know more of Jaejoong’s kinks, skills and flexibility.

Contrast to Yunho’s thoughts, Jaejoong was absorbed at the idea of finally having sex. He heard about it countless of times, read it in a forbidden book at the library, heck even watched some videos online, but none of them could exactly describe the absolute thrill of mounting orgasm. His body was on fire and there was something in the pit of his belly ready to come out and explode. He knew what orgasm felt like but a self-induced orgasm was nothing compared to an orgasm done by a lover. Looking up, Jaejoong admired the tan and gorgeous form of Jung Yunho, feeling absolutely lucky to have found him.

Yunho growled as he focused on the blood-red lips, wet and swollen from kissing. Those dark eyes were becoming heady with arousal, hooded by his long, curled lashes. His eyes swept down to his smooth neck, which he peppered with dark red to purplish bite marks, looking too visible against his pale complexion. A rush of possessiveness awash him, making his fingers moves faster within the dark-haired beauty. The look on Jaejoong’s face when he finally hit his prostrate was something Yunho wouldn’t be able to forget for a long time. Too greedy for the same reaction, Yunho did his best to repeatedly brush the same spot as much as possible, causing Jaejoong to simply buck wildly against his hand.

“Yunho-ah, please.” Jaejoong whimpered, his eyes falling shut as he panted heavily. He was red all over and his nipples were hard like small pair of pebbles.

Unable to resist, he bent over and licked, kissed and nipped the tempting nubs, rolling each with his tongue. It appeared he just discovered an erogenous zone judging by the loud wails bouncing against the walls of his bedroom.

Jaejoong whined when the fingers were pulled out and left him empty and wanting. The pressure between his legs was too hard to ignore. “Turn around.” Yunho ordered, his voice coming out rough and deep.

Jaejoong did as he was told and went on his knees while his arms were braced against the mattress.

Seeing him prostrated before him, Yunho positioned himself against the loosened hole and entered the other in one swift thrust. Jaejoong cried out from the sensation of being filled, trying his best to ignore the immense pain that clouded his senses. His erection slowly become flaccid as Yunho buried himself up to the hilt. Tears were pooling in his eyes but he kept them away from Yunho’s view. He didn’t want to turn Yunho off and he was afraid that he found out he was in so much pain, he would pull out and leave him… even though a part of him wanted just that.

He knew the first time was always painful. He didn’t know it was going to be this much.

“Are you alright?” He heard Yunho ask behind him, sounding incredibly concerned despite of the fact that he was trying his best not to move within the clamping tightness of his head.

No. You’re killing me.Swallowing deeply, Jaejoong nodded against the pillow, replying a muffled, “Yeah.” Oh my god, take it out!. “Just give me a minute.”

“Okay. J-just relax, babe. You’re too tight.”

That’s because I’m a virgin!, Jaejoong wanted to scream but instead, he settled with groaning in pain.

He was absolutely grateful when Yunho complied and patiently waited for him to adjust. With another muffled sentence, Jaejoong urged the other to start moving. Breathing in and out to relax.

With a fluid movement like how he was dancing at the club, Yunho hissed and began thrusting. Oddly enough, Jaejoong wasn’t so much pain as he was before. A few more rocking movements, loosening him further, Jaejoong soon found himself moving his hips down to meet Yunho’s thrusts. Using his elbows as leverage, he rocked against him, seeking completion.

Yunho looked down where their bodies were connected. There was a faint trace of blood but nothing to terrifying for him to pull out and stop. It happened before, especially with a guy like him. Listening to the sounds Jaejoong was making, he was quite sure he wasn’t in so much pain anymore and began thrusting harder. Moving inside of him became easy and the once slow pace turned faster and harder.

“Nnn! Yes, Yunho, oh-ahhn” Jaejoong tossed his head back, moaning louder when he felt Yunho bite the skin of his neck and suck on the patch of skin, creating yet another mark. “Fuck, faster! Yes, oh, harder, please!” he sounded like those tacky characters in a porn movie but he didn’t give a shit. He was immensely enjoying it and there’s no more denying he was a screamer.

Yunho loved it when his partners were loud. Each scream of his name stroked his ego and somehow, hearing Jaejoong scream his name on the top of his lungs was his favourite so far.

“Anything for you, baby.” Yunho groaned and began a series of hard and fast thrusts, angling his hips so he could nail his prostrate better. Pleasure washed through him as the pace increased. The tight, warm walls of Jaejoong’ ass clenched around him, pulling him deeper as if trying to milk him out.

Hair plastered all over his face, Jaejoong’s eyes were shut tightly, mouth dropped open in loud, arousing moans. His body went taught, arching against Yunho like a tight bow, cock twitching as pre-cum dripped down abundantly

Yunho hauled with his strong arms and had the beautiful man sitting on his lap. Situated well enough, gravity allowed him to take the shuddering man deeper.

“You are fucking amazing,” Yunho gripped his knees hard and pushed himself inside him, deeper and deeper.

Jaejoong just rejoiced at the fact that Yunho was a dancer because there’s no way a guy with two left feet could fuck him like this. Turning his head, their lips crushed together, tongues colliding in a wet, hot dance.

They had to part away when their lungs burned and demanded the need for air. Jaejoong threw his head back again, moaning incoherently as Yunho rammed into him in hard successions. So close.

Looking like Jaejoong was about to pass out from the straining position, Yunho pulled out briefly and easily manoeuvred him back to bed on his back. Thrusting back inside the wet, tight heat, Yunho continued thrusting with the same intensity, faltering a little in blind need. With his hand wrapping around Jaejoong’s cock, he stroked and stroked, bringing them closer to completion.

Nails dug into Yunho’s skin as Jaejoong came, trembling in pleasure. Ribbons of cum splattered all over their bellies and onto the smaller man’s heaving chest.

“Yo-oungwoong! God, so close-” Yunho continued to thrust into him, and at each pulsing and clenching around his cock, he was sent in a new height of ecstasy. Emptying himself into the annoying rubber, he was finally spent and collapsed on top the equally exhausted Jaejoong.

With their breathing finally evening out, Yunho pulled out and tossed the rubber in the bin. With that taken care of, he lay on his back and relaxed.

“That was so good.” Jaejoong had this dazed look in his eyes as he murmured the words as if in awe.

Yunho nodded in agreement, still out of breath. “You’re amazing.” He nuzzled the tufts of sweaty dark hair with the tip of his nose before pressing a kiss on Jaejoong’s temple.

“I didn’t know it was gonna be that good.” Giggling, Jaejoong was still in post-coital high when he turned and stared straight into his eyes. “Sex is awesome.”

“What’s gotten into you?” Yunho was highly amused and yet he felt quite strange at the same time. “You sound like it’s your first time.”

Awkward silence filled the room until Jaejoong bursts out laughing again, “It is my first time!”

Yunho frowned at that. “Wait, what?”

Jaejoong whispered conspiringly as if he was sharing an old age secret, “I was a virgin.” The word left an imprint inside Yunho’s head and while he stared agape at the other man… or boy?; Jaejoong yawned and somehow drifted off to sleep.

“Virgin.” Yunho muttered to himself in utter disbelief as he glowered at the sleeping, oblivious teen.

He fucked a virgin.

**

Jogging usually calmed him although three hours of running around town was a bit of an exaggeration. If this was a usual one-night stand situation, he would’ve been still in bed, having a morning quickie before heading to take a shower while the chosen partner of the night would gather their clothes and leave without strings attached. That’s how it usually worked and it threw him out of the loop upon hearing the boy’s confession.

He was unable to sleep a wink that night. Not after Youngwoong’s unexpected revelation. With the way he responded to his touches and kisses would’ve fooled anyone. Yet still doesn’t change the fact that he was the one who defiled the younger male.

How old was he again? Why didn’t he ask him first? Oh yeah, the alcohol, the smouldering eyes and slicked red lips. Anything else was irrelevant at that time, much to his annoyance.

As the sun finally rose on the east, Yunho decided to face his incredibly gorgeous problem back at home. “You can be so stupid sometimes.” He told himself as he walked his way back to his apartment building. His hair was sticking in all sorts of direction and his eyes were basically lacklustre from the lack of sleep. Most of the kids on their way to school steered away from him, avoiding his darkening aura.

“He must be hungry.” He wasn’t usually generous with the people he slept with but Youngwoong was a different case. No matter where he looked at it, Yunho took away his innocence and he figured a breakfast set from the convenient store downstairs would suffice enough to make-up for it.

When he got back to his apartment however, he saw neither the young teen nor his clothes. No traces were left except the crumpled sheets and the subtle scent of his lemon bar soap lingering in the air.

**

Every muscle and joint ached, every breath was a struggle.

Jaejoong fiercely hated PE class and he cursed it to the depths of hell today after limping his way out of the soccer field. Note to self; never have sex on a Sunday when you have to do extreme sports (not really, all he did was to run around the field) the very next day.

It was embarrassing how Yoochun basically announced during lunch time that he just got laid. His limp wouldn’t escape a very experienced man’s critical eye so it seemed.

“Man, you really gave it to Yunho?” Yoochun pressed himself on his side during Chemistry class, ignoring the baleful look of the teacher directed towards their direction. “How was he? Is it true he can-”

“Shut up, Park. I’m not going to discuss this with you.” Jaejoong bit his lip and kept his eyes focused in front.

Eventually, Yoochun had to drop it once they were told to examine frog innards. Yuck.

At the end of the day, he got through all the classes in one piece. Yoochun had other things to do, keeping him from interrogating him further. Suddenly, he was thankful that his best friend had extracurricular activities to do, giving him an excuse to go home by himself.

Asides from the lingering ache on his lower back, Jaejoong seemed perfectly normal. Despite of all the humiliation, embarrassment and limping; Jaejoong regretted nothing. Yunho was perfect. After hearing tons of horrific first time stories, his was definitely far from a nightmare. But a one-night stand remains a one-night stand. Now that he finally got it out of his system, it was time to move on. He must erase the deep brown eyes and that sexy mole off his memory because seriously, it had been plaguing him all day and it wasn’t amusing anymore.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t expecting to relieve them so soon. There, by the school’s gate stood his no-strings-attached guy. Jung Yunho was looking suave with a bouquet of red roses in his hand and a box of chocolates on the other. Wait, what?

“Good! I thought I missed you.”

Jaejoong was staring, wide-eyed, mouth agape. What was he doing here?

“You left your school ID back at my place. I don’t even know how you got in here without it.” Yunho casually informed him as if he could read his thoughts. Could he?

The younger one frowned at that. His ID wasn't missing and it was tucked safely inside the pocket of his bag. And then he realized that the ID Yunho was talking about was the one Yoochun faked in order for him to go through the club.

“What are you doing here?” Jaejoong blurted out, unsure what to do and ended up grabbing the fake ID in haste.

“W-well,” Yunho cleared his throat, taking a step forward, “I… here!”

Jaejoong could tell that they were gathering unwanted attention. It wasn’t everyday that Kim Jaejoong receives chocolates and flowers from a College guy with no name.

Face flushing furiously, Jaejoong grabbed the unsuspecting man’s arm and dragged him away. They managed to find an empty alleyway a distance away from the school and from his schoolmate’s prying eyes.

“What-the-fuck-are-you-doing?” This time, the words were deliberately gritted out as he glared at the taller man.

Yunho looked nervous, shifting from one leg to another and if only his hands were free, he would’ve scratched the back of his head already. This wasn’t the same, sexy dance-machine he met at the bar last night. Jung Yunho was the epitome of confidence. He had this air of poise around him, where has it gone to?

“I… I wanted to make it up to you.” Yunho hoped that would explain everything but apparently not. Jaejoong stood there looking quite confused. Suddenly, the younger man took the bouquet and read the card.

‘Sorry for taking your V.’

“What?” Jaejoong was baffled as he read the words again over and over in his head, “Is that what this is all about?” he sent the flowers and chocolates a look of distaste. “Then what’s up with the flowers and chocolates? Dude, you had sex with a guy, not some romantic chick.”

“I know that!” Yunho returned with a look of exasperation, “It’s just… I don’t know what to get you, Youngwoong and I’m trying okay? I don’t-” he noticed the sudden quirk of Jaejoong’s pouty lips, bringing him to a state of curiosity. “What’s so funny?”

Shaking his head, Jaejoong sighed and answered. “That’s not even my name.” he almost forgot the fake name he used in order to get into the club.

A look of shock and disbelief painted Yunho’s small face as yet another confession slowly sank in. “Fuck, I even shouted the wrong name.” it was hard not to remember how ‘Youngwoong’ bounced against the four walls of his apartment. Heck, his neighbours probably even heard it.

“Look, I appreciate the concern and all but I don’t need your apology or your gifts.” Jaejoong gave Yunho back the flowers and stepped aside, “I lost my virginity to you and I don’t give a shit about it… and you shouldn’t too.” With that said, he left the baffled older student behind without giving into the temptation of looking back. It was probably the one of the weirdest conversation he had ever had and yet he couldn’t convince himself to believe that he wasn’t feeling even an ounce of flattery at the stunt the man pulled through for him.

**

The very next day, Yunho was there again and this time, he had no gifts in his arms. Instead, he brought his motorcycle. The damn thing that makes him look twice as sexy and so damn fine.

“Let’s go.” He was grinning, showing those pearly-whites off like a commercial model. “Hop in and be careful.”

Jaejoong glared at the helmet offered to him as if it was offensive then back to the confusing man with the nicest pair of brown eyes. “Why should I?”

Shrugging his shoulders, Yunho answered in a casual tone, “I’m taking you somewhere special.”

“My parents told me to never trust a stranger.”

“Am I? I remember clearly thrusting into your ass-“

“Stop it!” Jaejoong admonished, pouting and blushing all at the same time. Too cute, Yunho thought. “That was totally uncalled for.”

“Come on.” Yunho urged, “We’re starting to garner quite a crowd here.” Indeed. Jaejoong swiftly looked around and found a lot of students watching them aptly, some even whispering and laughing, much to his dismay. One of them was Park Yoochun and his best friend was looking at them with a certain twinkle in his eyes. That bastard knew way too much even with him keeping his silence.

“Fine. But promise me you’ll leave me alone after this.” The high school student donned the helmet and hopped on, feeling a rush of nostalgia as he recalled that night when he first straddled the seat of this beautiful piece of machine.

Yunho kicked and brought his baby roaring in a matter of a few moments.

“Yunho?” Jaejoong called again when he got no response.

“What’s your real name?” Yunho asked as he stared at him over his shoulder, “It’s a bit unfair that you know mine while I am still stuck referring to you as Youngwoong.”

He knew he shouldn’t even be socializing with this guy and yet he couldn’t stop himself from answering with pure honesty, “Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong.” He was so screwed. This turn out of events will definitely bite him on the ass if he kept it going.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Jaejoong.” Smirking, Yunho grabbed both of his arms and made them wrap around his waist. Flustered, Jaejoong stiffly held onto Yunho’s warm body as they started speeding off of the school grounds.

Even though he hated to admit it, there was nothing more exhilarating than the feel of the wind slapping against his cheeks. He wanted a motorcycle of his own but he knew his parents wouldn’t let him. Being with Yunho gave certain perks and asides from the gratifying sex; a motorcycle ride with him came next.

They stopped at a local mall, much to Jaejoong’s surprise. He was kind of expecting (hoping) that he would be taken back to Yunho’s apartment, maybe have his way with him for the second time or something. But instead, he was taken to a theatre house.

“So,”

“Hm?”

“Let’s go on a date?”

“What?”

Yunho grabbed his hand and led him inside the theatre after showing the tickets he apparently bought earlier. They sat next to each other, just about ready to watch a movie and yet Jaejoong was still as confused as he was before.

“Why are you doing this?” Jaejoong hated how the man didn’t even spare him a glance and stared resolutely on the screen.

“I want to get to know you. Is that too much to ask?”

“… do you do this to all of your one-night stands?”

“No.”

“Then why-”

“I didn’t like the fact that you just gave away your… virginity like that.”

“What? You’re still holding yourself responsible for that? It’s fine, okay? It means nothing.”

Finally, the man tore his eyes away from the screen and faced the flustered high school student. Fixing him with a cold stare, Yunho replied in a tone that left no room for arguments. “It was your first time. It should matter.” He didn’t want to see someone like Jaejoong to be like the person that he was. Although it was his choice to accept the playboy image; this wouldn’t have happened if he placed a little bit of value upon himself. But he didn’t and he didn’t want Jaejoong to turn to someone like him.

If there was one thing Jaejoong hated the most, it was being told what to do. It was clear as the daylight that the older man wanted to date him not because he was interested or attracted to say the least, but because he was feeling guilty. Distasteful. Being there with only the armrest separating them, Jaejoong suddenly felt cornered, if not harassed for some reason.

He began to stand up to leave the theatre. He could hear Yunho shouting his name behind him followed by his distinctive heavy footsteps. Cursing the fact that Yunho had longer limbs than him, Jaejoong didn’t put up a fight when a hand grabbed his arm and turned him around abruptly.

“Where are you going?” Yunho questioned with a small frown.

“Let me go.”

“Jaejoong-”

“Stop it!” Jaejoong finally snapped, “Stop calling my name!”

Yunho looked displeased with the way his lips twisted to a curve of a frown and his eyes narrowing deliberately in annoyance. “Now, look here,”

“It was just one night. One night of sex and we’re not supposed to see each other again.” Jaejoong wasn’t sure if he was truly upset with only this reason or if there was even more an underlying reason, but at that moment, it felt good to release all the thoughts plaguing his head for the past couple of days. “You can’t just barge into my life and tell me what I should value or not! I don’t want to date you and you can’t force me just because you’re guilty of something you’ve never taken advantage of.” Fuck, he shouldn’t have blurted the V-word that night. It would’ve saved both of them the trouble.

“You don’t understand.” Yunho shook his head, “Your first time is supposed to be with someone you love. It’s supposed to be special.” He didn’t know it would be this difficult to prove his point. “It’s not something you’d be cool with or not. It’s about you.”

“Virginity is something you get out of the way so you can start having fun.” Jaejoong argued back.

“I still think it would’ve best if you have not been there at the club looking like a-”

“Looking like a what?” The dark-haired boy questioned with a challenging tone. “A slut?”

Yunho was getting angry and it was evident with the way he was breathing heavily through his nose. “No. But you didn’t look like an innocent little virgin either.”

“How dare you, you hypocrite!” Jaejoong lashed out, retracting his arm out of the other’s tight grip with great difficulty. “Stop sounding like a saint, Jung, when you probably slept with half of the population of this town.”

“Is that what you really think of me?”

There was a look of hurt and disappointment on Yunho’s face, which Jaejoong tried his best to ignore. Biting his lower lip out of annoyance, he looked away and refused to say anything. Apparently, that worsened the situation and it highly offended the older male. Not that he had anything to feel offended about since he spoke only facts. But why does his chest suddenly felt heavy?

Without a word, Yunho scoffed and stalked out of the building with his hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket. Jaejoong hated how he still looked cool and dignified whilst being depressed.

It only dawned on him that he didn’t have a ride home. He usually go straight home after school so there was really no need for him to bring his bus card or an extra stash of money for transportation. Realizing that he would rather eat his pride than to walk his way home, Jaejoong mentally kicked himself first before he turned around and ran after the stubborn college student.

“Wait!”

He stopped quickly when Yunho paused to cast an irritated glance at him. “I… I can’t go home.”

Yunho rolled his eyes as he hopped onto his bike. Jaejoong thought he was going to leave him for real until he saw the extra helmet flying his way. He clumsily caught it between his hands, almost dropping it.

“Thank you,” Jaejoong said reverently although he knew Yunho was too mad to acknowledge it as anything but earnest. He straddled the seat behind him and this time, he didn’t dare to wrap his arms around the taller man. Instead, he grabbed the back of his denim jacket and gripped tightly.

The tense silence between them stretched until they reached the street heading to Jaejoong’s home. “Which one?” Yunho finally spoke, not sounding as enthused as he was before.

“A couple more blocks.” He told him softly, eager to end this day. He had no idea if he will be able to see Yunho again someday but with the way the man was behaving, he figured this would be the last time.

They finally reached his apartment building. Jaejoong doesn’t look up as he got off and handed the helmet over to the owner. “Thanks again, for the ride.” He quickly turned on his heel so he could avoid any further confrontations with the other man.

Yunho didn’t even look at him. He knew because he couldn’t keep himself from looking away and sent the man a quick glance. With his back turned, he heard the motorcycle roar to life, signalling Yunho’s departure.

Jaejoong hoped that would be the last of his attempt at making it up to him. He wasn’t so sure how he’ll react the next time Yunho decides to romanticize him. After all, it wasn’t that difficult to fall for someone like him.

**

Yunho reclined lazily against the park bench where Jaejoong usually passed by on his way home. He sat with his leather jacket zipped up, the cool air rustling his hair lightly and it only added flair to his cool-guy countenance.

“Hey,” Jaejoong greeted, walking slowly towards the other man.

“Hey, Jaejoong.” Yunho returned, smirking at the cautiousness the raven-head was showing.

“You’re going to keep this up, aren’t you?” Jaejoong asked with a sigh, and yet he didn’t sound too disappointed or angry.

“Of course.” Yunho admitted with an impish grin as he stood up, sauntering the last few steps between them. “Not when I think I’m beginning to enjoy stalking you.”

Blinking slowly, Jaejoong titled his head to the side, looking akin to a curious cat. “Should I be worried?”

With a laconic shrug of his shoulders, Yunho replied smoothly, “I guess so. You have the resident playboy following you around. Imagine half of the population of this town whining in envy.” Jaejoong caught on to his sarcasm and he was quite miffed with the way his words were thrown back at him.

“Why?” Jaejoong asked, “And for the last time, give me a straight answer. Why do you care so much?”

Yunho’s mind scrambled for an appropriate answer. Luckily, he was feeling quite honest today. “I lost my virginity to the girl I thought I loved.” He chuckled lightly, eyes focusing faraway as the memories rushed and flooded him once again. “It was… not the best… but it was magical.” His bright eyes focused on Jaejoong’s, staring at him with unfaltering resolution. “It’s lame, I know. But I think it’s awesome to be able to experience that kind of feeling. And I feel like I robbed you off of that.”

Jaejoong gulped, suddenly feeling less confident now that he remembered the reason behind everything. “I did it because of peer pressure.”

Yunho gave a small nod, “I kind of figured that already.”

“B-but it was great! I mean-” Jaejoong felt his face was on fire and it didn’t help the fact that Yunho was regarding him with a look of amusement on his face. He looked like he wanted to laugh but he chose not to in order not to offend him. “You-you were there… I, well, I enjoyed it. A lot. So, no regrets. At all. Even if I wasn’t in love with you.” He wished the ground could swallow him whole because apparently, he just managed to embarrass himself thoroughly.

“Wasn’t?” the college student pointed out.

“You know what I mean!” Jaejoong exclaimed. “I swear to god, I’ll hit you if you try to imply anything.”

“I’m not. It was just a question.” Yunho was still amused and he was milking Jaejoong’s embarrassment for all its worth.

Jaejoong gave a momentary frown, staring towards the older male in a contemplating manner. “So… what happened to her? The girl you loved?” although the thought of Yunho involved with anyone didn’t sit too well with him, he was still curious as to what happened to that special person he couldn’t seem to forget.

“We broke-up. That was way back in high school, you know? And I told you, I thought I was in love with her… but I guess I wasn’t.”

“You guess?” Jaejoong prompted.

“Babe, you are way too slow if you haven’t caught what I’m trying to say here.”

Jaejoong grit his teeth. “Don’t call me that.”

Yunho chuckled lightly as he stepped closer, finally invading Jaejoong’s personal space. The younger man didn’t mind the close proximity as he just stood there and allowed Yunho’s hand to touch and caress the side of his face. There were no words exchanged as Yunho leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It was almost riveting to feel his lips once more against his and Jaejoong found himself slowly melting, his defences crumbling as his arms reached out to steady himself, wrapping them around the taller man’s neck.

The kiss was short but sweet and if that wasn’t one hell of a clue of what Yunho wanted, Jaejoong would give him the privilege to kick him in the ass.

When they broke apart, Yunho gave a small smile as he revealed something Jaejoong would’ve never expected. “I want you to know that I do not sleep around.”

“As if.” Jaejoong shot back, “Everybody at the club knows you and your reputation.”

Yunho shook his head and stated in a whisper. “Rumour mill. Asides from the two people I dated, I guess you’re the only exception.”

Jaejoong’s eyes widened in shock. “Seriously?” He was quite aware that they were still pressed against each other and in a public place no less. Honestly, he didn’t even give a damn at the people staring at them because; holy shit, he was Jung Yunho’s first one-night stand. “Th-then why did you-with me?” goodness, he couldn’t even string words into proper sentences!

Shaking his head, Yunho explained. “People around here see me flirting around and they automatically assume I sleep with all of them. I should really do something about that.” Lips curling into a sleazy smile, he added, “And you looked so amazing that night, Jae. It would be impossible to resist you.”

Brows furrowed, Jaejoong questioned again, “Then why come to the club?”

“Because I love dancing? And hanging out with people? Is that really too hard to believe?”

It was unexpected when Jaejoong suddenly barked with laughter. Yunho grumbled at his reaction as he pinched both of his cheeks and demanded for the boy to stop laughing like a hyena. Instead of stopping, Jaejoong leaned back and gave off an even richer laughter; never cutting it short, taking his sweet time expressing his amusement.

Later that evening, Jaejoong found himself clinging around Yunho’s waist, sniffing his leather jacket as subtle as possible even though he knew Yunho felt him nosing down the collar. Yunho took him out on a date again, but this time, Jaejoong wasn’t forced to participate. He actually enjoyed his time at the arcade and the Tofu stew they ate after filled his stomach to the brim.

Jaejoong was happy. Asides from that, he could no longer count how many times he felt flustered that night. Yunho could be incredibly charming when he wants to.

Due to curfew, Yunho had to take him home before nine and for the first time that week, Jaejoong felt disappointed. Unlike the other times, Yunho actually got off his beloved motorcycle and walked him up to the front doors.

“Good night.” Yunho told with him this soft look in his eyes and all Jaejoong wanted was for him to kiss him again.

And he did.

On the cheek.

What the hell?

Yunho probably noticed the look of disappointment on his face and actually cackled at his confusion. When asked what was so funny, the older of the two ruffled the shorter male’s hair, enjoying the deepening scowl on Jaejoong’s face. “Let’s take it slow. We’re backpedalling, remember?”

Of course, Jaejoong would have none of it. Yunho surely wasn’t expecting the hands that grabbed the collar of his shirt and the pair of soft lips that commenced a sinful dance against his. Shifting to become more comfortable, Yunho wrapped his arms around the brazen teen and deepened the contact of their lips.

They might’ve started off on reverse, and sex might’ve played a huge part in this turn of events, but Yunho was glad he didn’t fight the tug Jaejoong had on him that night.

Pulling away, Yunho grinned and mouthed a question against Jaejoong’s ear. “How old are you again?”

Eyes closed, Jaejoong sighed as he felt the ghost of his lips caressing the side of his neck.

“Seventeen.”

Well that means Yunho will have to keep it in his pants until Jaejoong turns eighteen. ‘Or not.’ The feral glint in Jaejoong’s eyes told him that would be an impossible notion. Yunho stared at him for a full minute before sighing.

You only live once right?

end

*nc17, otp: yunjae

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