You Got Me Wanting, Baby
You Got Me Wanting, Baby
Cop!Yoochun/Fidgety!Junsu, Homicidal!Jaejoong, Stalker!Changmin, One-liner!Yunho
PG-13.
Romance. Fluff. Crack.
2263 words.
Summary: Yoochun’s an overworked, sleep-deprived cop. Junsu just won’t shut up.
Based on suju_shinki’s prompt; Can we have some peace, please, just once, peace and quiet. I had a delightful time writing this piece, plotting against every character ;DD♥ Enjoy reading!
Comments and concrits? :DD
you got me wanting, baby
“What the fuck are you doing, Kim Junsu.” A voice, low and menacing, rumbles through the clattering and clanking of pots and pans. It sends a shiver down the culprit’s spine.
“Uh, I can explain?” Junsu winces as he turns to find a sleep-deprived Yoochun cracking his knuckles, and just about ready to bite his head off.
Rudely awaken, his boyfriend growls and roughly pins him against messy the kitchen counter. “Can we have some peace, please,” He says, looking directly into Junsu’s frightened orbs, “Just once, peace and quiet. Can you do that?”
Junsu obediently nods, not daring to anger the other further. Just a press of his finger and Yoochun could make a full-grown man pass out. Junsu had seen it (well not in real life, but the CSI marathons and Jaejoong’s babblings were enough), and it wasn’t pretty. Falling to the ground, unconscious, like a sack of rotten potatoes? No thank you. Kim Junsu wouldn’t want to have bruises littered all over his face and body. It’s unsightly. But a bruise from Yoochun’s tempting lips? Junsu most certainly wouldn’t mind.
Yoochun sighs and releases his hold over the silent man. “Junsu, baby, I really, really need some rest.” He murmurs into Junsu’s jaw, breath delectably warm and inviting. Junsu holds back a moan. “Just a few hours. Stay still and be quiet. That’s all I ask.”
He trails butterfly kisses along his love’s neck before gently biting into it for a taste. Junsu whimpers, resolute to be silent broken under the brief ministrations.
“Junsu?”
Said man clears his throat, gaze fixated onto the ceiling. Deep breaths Kim, deep breaths. Think of something gross. Before you pop a boner and begin rubbing Yoochun in all the wrong ways. Again. Think-burning palm trees, ugly babies, Changmin’s bad breath-
Yoochun takes another bite. Junsu moans. And accidentally pitches a tent.
“Alright, that’s it.” Yoochun roughly drags the (un)protesting Junsu into the bedroom and locks it behind them. A short siesta together would do them good.
*
“Changmin.”
“What.”
“Stop touching my joystick.”
“Why.”
“It’s making me uncomfortable.”
“So?”
“Stop touching it on purpose and messing with my game!” Junsu slaps the side of his head and disconnects Changmin’s controller with his foot.
“Yah! That’s not fair, put it back in, I’m dyinggggg.” Changmin dives in front of the television screen, scrambling to save his character. He ninja-kicks Junsu’s stomach in the process.
“Oof. Yah, maknae, get out of the way, I need to win this,” Junsu squirms his way around the flying limbs and rapidly punches in a series of special attacks and moves.
“Nooo,” Changmin howls in agony, attempting to revive his character against the onslaught of merciless attacks.
Junsu laughs maniacally. Almost, almost, just a little more-and there, he’d successfully murdered Lord Chunk Mint. The Almighty Cream (Kim) Juice (Junsu) is the ruler of The-Joint-Lands-Created-By-The-Genius-Min-And-Not-So-Genius-Junsu-But-Since-Junsu-Won-Thou-Shalt-Be-Christened-Hyung-Land. Kim Junsu is the god of video games.
Junsu was about to let out his celebratory whoop of joy and his obligatory leprechaun jiggle when he heard something behind the couch. More specifically, right behind him. Was that the sound of cucumbers being munched? Crunchy brinjals? Nana’s fake teeth? No, they sound more like-
He whips his head around to find his dear, beloved boyfriend. Widely awake, and cracking his knuckles. Loudly. Junsu drops his controller.
“Aaaand this is where I take my leave. Goodbye Junsu hyung, good game, but you cheated, so we’ll have a rematch tomorrow.” Changmin was gone in three seconds flat.
The house phone begins to ring, but the two unblinking house occupants make no move to pick it up. The call connects to the machine. “I forgot to say hi to Yoochun hyung. Hi hyung! Sleep well!” The line went dead.
That cheeky maknae, Junsu begins plotting; I’ll kill him tomorrow, pluck all his body hair, force him to eat it and bathe in his blood. If Junsu survived today, that is. Junsu gulps and puts on his utmost remorseful face. “Hi?” He starts and gives him a lame wave.
“Shut up, Junsu.”
Junsu shuts up immediately. If there was one thing that Junsu learnt about his boyfriend, was that when Yoochun was sleep-deprived, he tended to get mad and grouchy easily. And horny. A mad, grouchy and horny man. Not a good combination for Junsu who just can’t seem to shut his mouth.
“I’m sorry,” Junsu dramatically throws himself onto Yoochun’s sweatpants and sobs into the cotton count. “I know, I know, just shut up and sit down quietly. But, but I just can’t-I can’t help it!” Junsu wails around a mouthful of now-soggy cotton. “I get so lonely and I miss you so much, Yooooooochuuuun.”
Yoochun sighs, frustrations forgotten with the sight of his lover adorably crying to his socked feet. He gingerly pulls Junsu up. “Look, baby,” He says, gently stroking Junsu’s downy cheeks, “I’m sorry. I know I keep leaving you all alone at home, and there’s nothing much I can do about it, but it’ll just be for a few more weeks, hmm? Then we’ll go for a nice, long vacation. To wherever you want.”
“Wherever I want?” Junsu sniffles and slides his fingers onto Yoochun’s waist, clutching the hem of his shirt.
“Wherever you want.”
“Let’s go on a jet plane and jump off the highest altitude. I’ll help you overcome your fear of heights.”
“Yeah, except that.”
*
“I hear you’re being really loud these days, Junsu. Wouldn’t let Yoochun sleep.” Jaejoong wiggles his finely-shaped eyebrows suggestively at Junsu. “Feisty much?”
Said person rolls his eyes. “Yoochun told you about that?”
“Honey, I’m his best friend. He tells me everything.” He replies and leers unabashedly at Junsu’s crotch.
“Stop that, you just made that little girl cry.”
“Whatever,” Jaejoong replies airily and flips his hair, “She was probably crying over how gorgeous I am.” He turns to his reflection in the window and blows air-kisses to it.
“Vain bitch.”
“What was that?”
“Uh-pain itch.” Junsu rubs at his nose and chuckles nervously. He feels as if he just narrowly sidestepped a potential homicide. Jaejoong could blind him with his hairspray. No normal human being could survive such excessive, toxic hairspray fumes and still manage to kill the environment with his unworldly leers. No one. Except Jaejoong. He’d bought it for the exclusive purpose of quote “Hurting maniacs, rapists, and anyone who won’t shut up and pisses me off” unquote. Sometimes (most times) Junsu wishes he could accidentally ‘trip’ while holding a lighted matchstick and watch it miraculously land in Jaejoong’s most precious investment. His hair. And watch it blow up in a spectacular array of fireworks and flames. Godspeed.
But even so, Jaejoong has his moments. His sweet, thoughtful moments.
“It’s already late, hyung. I better get back, Yoochun might be home soon.”
“Uh uh uh,” Jaejoong wags his perfectly manicured fingers at him. “You and me, we have a long night ahead of us. Let’s party, Junsu.”
“No. I have to get back home to MPB.”
“MPB?”
“My Precious Boyfriend. Now, if you’ll excuse me-”
Utilising his inhuman speed, Jaejoong conjures up a pair of handcuffs out of his handbag and clamps it onto Junsu’s wrist, then his.
“Party. With. Me.” Jaejoong’s smile was enough to choke screaming banshees into silence. “I used your phone to text Yoochun earlier on, informing him of our plans. But he will not be joining us. You, sir, are going to come to my place, get sexily dressed, and then we’ll go to this nice club that just opened. Okay, Junsu?” His slim fingers trails up and down Junsu’s spine in warning.
Jaejoong’s prisoner nods wordlessly. Being friends with a cop’s best friend has its disadvantages. This is one of it, apparently. “What kind of chiropractor are you, you’re breaking my spine with those stubby fingers.”
*
“What did I tell you, Junsu? This club’s great, isn’t it?” Jaejoong raises his voice above the thumping beats of music and shamelessly grinds into a faceless stranger.
“Uh-huh.” Junsu slurs back at him as he moves to the beat, relishing his freedom for the night. It’s been months since he last went out for some beer and dancing with his friends. His wild, clubbing days were a thing of the past, but damn if Junsu wasn’t going to enjoy tonight.
“You’re right, Jaejoong hyung, it’s the best!” Changmin shouts gleefully, hip-thrusting in all directions.
“Yah. Who let you in, minor?” Jaejoong stops, mid-gyrate, and sneers when his aroused dance partner scowls in frustration and points to his crotch. Jaejoong pulls them all aside for a drink. “Don’t tell me it’s-”
“Yunho hyung. Couldn’t let you guys have all the fun!” He smirks and drapes his arms around them to the bar.
“How did you know we were going out tonight, Changmin?” Jaejoong narrows his eyes dangerously.
“Oh, that. Simple, I tapped into Junsu’s hyung’s GPS via his mobile.”
“You installed a GPS in my phone without me knowing? That’s harassment!”
“No, I didn’t. And that’s not harassment; every phone has a GPS installed. I simply had some help from the people at the phone company and with a few quick manipulations here and there, voila, I found ya.”
“Creep.” Junsu punches his arm. “Oh god, what time is it? Time to pack up, guys.”
“Oh no, honey. You’re not going anywhere. The night’s still young; I promised Yoochun you wouldn’t be back til 4.”
“4?” Junsu asked incredulously. “Are you insane?”
“Welllll,” Jaejoong fiddles with his finger.
“Yeah. About that, I overheard their conversation-” Changmin drawls, smugness apparent in his tone.
“You tapped into our phones didn’t you.”
“-about Yoochun hyung desperately pleading Jaejoong hyung to keep Junsu company and away form the apartment so he could have a couple of hours of sleep before his shift starts. And,” Changmin continues, “Jaejoong hyung here agreed, conspiring to even stuff Junsu into the back of his trunk if he resisted. Naturally, I, the ever-so faithful maknae, had to make sure Junsu hyung was okay. I need him alive for our final battle over Hyung Land.”
“I beat you fair and square, get over it, Changmin. But, why didn’t Yoochun just tell me?” Junsu pouts miserably, eyes wide and liquid. “I mean, I could’ve gone and stayed at Changmin’s apartment or something if it bothers him so much.”
“No offense hyung, but there’s no way I’m letting your cooties into my sanctuary.”
“Shut up maknae, before I chew your head and cut you with a razor blade.” Jaejoong barks. Changmin casually stepped behind Junsu. “Now, Junsu, honey, you can’t blame him. He just didn’t want to hurt your feelings, that’s all. You had fun tonight, didn’t you? It’s been a while since we’ve gone out together.” Jaejoong pats his hair affectionately and pulls in for a comforting hug.
“Yeah, I know, hyung.” Junsu mutters sadly. “But he could’ve at least told me, you know? I wouldn’t get mad at all. I would’ve stuffed myself in a trunk to shut myself up too.”
Jaejoong steps onto a laughing Changmin’s foot and flips him the finger. “C’mon, treat’s on me, let’s get wasted, guys!”
“Great. More images of Jaejoong hyung osculating and humping strangers.”
*
Junsu stumbles into the apartment at exactly four in the morning, smash-faced and drunk as hell. He giggles compulsively and hiccups, as he takes off his shoes and sways into the kitchen for a glass of water, managing to knock over some plates and causing a loud clatter in the otherwise silent apartment.
“Oops.” Junsu giggles girlishly, mouth unattractively open as he bends over to pick up the fallen object. He straightens, only to bump into something hard behind him. “Huh?” Junsu says intelligently.
“Junsu.” A deep voice startles him.
Junsu spins around and gapes. “Yoochun. Why are you still up?” He starts fidgeting and hiccupping when his boyfriend didn’t answer. “Yoo-hic-chun?”
“You were making a lot of noise, Junsu. It woke me up.” He simply says.
“Oh-hic.”
“Yeah. Why were you bending?”
“Plate. Thing. Fell down. Drunk. Kind of.” Junsu slurs, suddenly seeing double. Two Yoochuns. That’s nice. Now to decide which one is the real one. Junsu picks the one to the right and faces the refrigerator.
“I can see that.” Yoochun folds his arms, eyes narrowing.
“I think I drank too much Yoochun-aaah-couldn’t help it. Jaejoong hyung was practically offering the massacre of his wallet and we drank and drank and drank and at some point Changmin puked-hic¬-all over the dance floor and some of it caught on hyung’s hair and, and hyung-hic-had an immediate bitch fit he almost chewed Changmin’s balls off-hic-and I couldn’t stop laughing at that-hic-it was funny-” Junsu trips over air and lands directly Yoochun’s arms. He nuzzles into his lover’s chest and breathes in his scent.
“So...” Junsu giggles like a hyena on valium and nibbles on Yoochun’s jaw.
Yoochun tightens his hold on the other, lips pursed. “Junsu.”
“Yeah?” Deft fingers trace aimless patterns into his skin.
“Shut up.”
“What? But I haven’t-hic-said anything. Much, anyway.”
“I know, just, shut up for a moment. Your babbles arouse me. It pisses me off.”
“Oh. Okay,” Junsu closes his eyes and grins dreamily. A newly awaken Yoochun never did make much sense. Like Jaejoong’s gravity defying hair.
“Bedroom?”
“Yes.” Junsu breathes into Yoochun’s mouth and melts under his fiery gaze. “Show me your guns, baby.”
As Yoochun slams the door behind them, Junsu thinks that maybe angry, passionate sex isn’t so bad after all.
FIN.
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Cop!Yoochun/Fidgety!Junsu, Homicidal!Jaejoong, Stalker!Changmin, One-liner!Yunho
PG-13.
Romance. Fluff. Crack.
2263 words.
Summary: Yoochun’s an overworked, sleep-deprived cop. Junsu just won’t shut up.
Based on suju_shinki’s prompt; Can we have some peace, please, just once, peace and quiet. I had a delightful time writing this piece, plotting against every character ;DD♥ Enjoy reading!
Comments and concrits? :DD
you got me wanting, baby
“What the fuck are you doing, Kim Junsu.” A voice, low and menacing, rumbles through the clattering and clanking of pots and pans. It sends a shiver down the culprit’s spine.
“Uh, I can explain?” Junsu winces as he turns to find a sleep-deprived Yoochun cracking his knuckles, and just about ready to bite his head off.
Rudely awaken, his boyfriend growls and roughly pins him against messy the kitchen counter. “Can we have some peace, please,” He says, looking directly into Junsu’s frightened orbs, “Just once, peace and quiet. Can you do that?”
Junsu obediently nods, not daring to anger the other further. Just a press of his finger and Yoochun could make a full-grown man pass out. Junsu had seen it (well not in real life, but the CSI marathons and Jaejoong’s babblings were enough), and it wasn’t pretty. Falling to the ground, unconscious, like a sack of rotten potatoes? No thank you. Kim Junsu wouldn’t want to have bruises littered all over his face and body. It’s unsightly. But a bruise from Yoochun’s tempting lips? Junsu most certainly wouldn’t mind.
Yoochun sighs and releases his hold over the silent man. “Junsu, baby, I really, really need some rest.” He murmurs into Junsu’s jaw, breath delectably warm and inviting. Junsu holds back a moan. “Just a few hours. Stay still and be quiet. That’s all I ask.”
He trails butterfly kisses along his love’s neck before gently biting into it for a taste. Junsu whimpers, resolute to be silent broken under the brief ministrations.
“Junsu?”
Said man clears his throat, gaze fixated onto the ceiling. Deep breaths Kim, deep breaths. Think of something gross. Before you pop a boner and begin rubbing Yoochun in all the wrong ways. Again. Think-burning palm trees, ugly babies, Changmin’s bad breath-
Yoochun takes another bite. Junsu moans. And accidentally pitches a tent.
“Alright, that’s it.” Yoochun roughly drags the (un)protesting Junsu into the bedroom and locks it behind them. A short siesta together would do them good.
*
“Changmin.”
“What.”
“Stop touching my joystick.”
“Why.”
“It’s making me uncomfortable.”
“So?”
“Stop touching it on purpose and messing with my game!” Junsu slaps the side of his head and disconnects Changmin’s controller with his foot.
“Yah! That’s not fair, put it back in, I’m dyinggggg.” Changmin dives in front of the television screen, scrambling to save his character. He ninja-kicks Junsu’s stomach in the process.
“Oof. Yah, maknae, get out of the way, I need to win this,” Junsu squirms his way around the flying limbs and rapidly punches in a series of special attacks and moves.
“Nooo,” Changmin howls in agony, attempting to revive his character against the onslaught of merciless attacks.
Junsu laughs maniacally. Almost, almost, just a little more-and there, he’d successfully murdered Lord Chunk Mint. The Almighty Cream (Kim) Juice (Junsu) is the ruler of The-Joint-Lands-Created-By-The-Genius-Min-And-Not-So-Genius-Junsu-But-Since-Junsu-Won-Thou-Shalt-Be-Christened-Hyung-Land. Kim Junsu is the god of video games.
Junsu was about to let out his celebratory whoop of joy and his obligatory leprechaun jiggle when he heard something behind the couch. More specifically, right behind him. Was that the sound of cucumbers being munched? Crunchy brinjals? Nana’s fake teeth? No, they sound more like-
He whips his head around to find his dear, beloved boyfriend. Widely awake, and cracking his knuckles. Loudly. Junsu drops his controller.
“Aaaand this is where I take my leave. Goodbye Junsu hyung, good game, but you cheated, so we’ll have a rematch tomorrow.” Changmin was gone in three seconds flat.
The house phone begins to ring, but the two unblinking house occupants make no move to pick it up. The call connects to the machine. “I forgot to say hi to Yoochun hyung. Hi hyung! Sleep well!” The line went dead.
That cheeky maknae, Junsu begins plotting; I’ll kill him tomorrow, pluck all his body hair, force him to eat it and bathe in his blood. If Junsu survived today, that is. Junsu gulps and puts on his utmost remorseful face. “Hi?” He starts and gives him a lame wave.
“Shut up, Junsu.”
Junsu shuts up immediately. If there was one thing that Junsu learnt about his boyfriend, was that when Yoochun was sleep-deprived, he tended to get mad and grouchy easily. And horny. A mad, grouchy and horny man. Not a good combination for Junsu who just can’t seem to shut his mouth.
“I’m sorry,” Junsu dramatically throws himself onto Yoochun’s sweatpants and sobs into the cotton count. “I know, I know, just shut up and sit down quietly. But, but I just can’t-I can’t help it!” Junsu wails around a mouthful of now-soggy cotton. “I get so lonely and I miss you so much, Yooooooochuuuun.”
Yoochun sighs, frustrations forgotten with the sight of his lover adorably crying to his socked feet. He gingerly pulls Junsu up. “Look, baby,” He says, gently stroking Junsu’s downy cheeks, “I’m sorry. I know I keep leaving you all alone at home, and there’s nothing much I can do about it, but it’ll just be for a few more weeks, hmm? Then we’ll go for a nice, long vacation. To wherever you want.”
“Wherever I want?” Junsu sniffles and slides his fingers onto Yoochun’s waist, clutching the hem of his shirt.
“Wherever you want.”
“Let’s go on a jet plane and jump off the highest altitude. I’ll help you overcome your fear of heights.”
“Yeah, except that.”
*
“I hear you’re being really loud these days, Junsu. Wouldn’t let Yoochun sleep.” Jaejoong wiggles his finely-shaped eyebrows suggestively at Junsu. “Feisty much?”
Said person rolls his eyes. “Yoochun told you about that?”
“Honey, I’m his best friend. He tells me everything.” He replies and leers unabashedly at Junsu’s crotch.
“Stop that, you just made that little girl cry.”
“Whatever,” Jaejoong replies airily and flips his hair, “She was probably crying over how gorgeous I am.” He turns to his reflection in the window and blows air-kisses to it.
“Vain bitch.”
“What was that?”
“Uh-pain itch.” Junsu rubs at his nose and chuckles nervously. He feels as if he just narrowly sidestepped a potential homicide. Jaejoong could blind him with his hairspray. No normal human being could survive such excessive, toxic hairspray fumes and still manage to kill the environment with his unworldly leers. No one. Except Jaejoong. He’d bought it for the exclusive purpose of quote “Hurting maniacs, rapists, and anyone who won’t shut up and pisses me off” unquote. Sometimes (most times) Junsu wishes he could accidentally ‘trip’ while holding a lighted matchstick and watch it miraculously land in Jaejoong’s most precious investment. His hair. And watch it blow up in a spectacular array of fireworks and flames. Godspeed.
But even so, Jaejoong has his moments. His sweet, thoughtful moments.
“It’s already late, hyung. I better get back, Yoochun might be home soon.”
“Uh uh uh,” Jaejoong wags his perfectly manicured fingers at him. “You and me, we have a long night ahead of us. Let’s party, Junsu.”
“No. I have to get back home to MPB.”
“MPB?”
“My Precious Boyfriend. Now, if you’ll excuse me-”
Utilising his inhuman speed, Jaejoong conjures up a pair of handcuffs out of his handbag and clamps it onto Junsu’s wrist, then his.
“Party. With. Me.” Jaejoong’s smile was enough to choke screaming banshees into silence. “I used your phone to text Yoochun earlier on, informing him of our plans. But he will not be joining us. You, sir, are going to come to my place, get sexily dressed, and then we’ll go to this nice club that just opened. Okay, Junsu?” His slim fingers trails up and down Junsu’s spine in warning.
Jaejoong’s prisoner nods wordlessly. Being friends with a cop’s best friend has its disadvantages. This is one of it, apparently. “What kind of chiropractor are you, you’re breaking my spine with those stubby fingers.”
*
“What did I tell you, Junsu? This club’s great, isn’t it?” Jaejoong raises his voice above the thumping beats of music and shamelessly grinds into a faceless stranger.
“Uh-huh.” Junsu slurs back at him as he moves to the beat, relishing his freedom for the night. It’s been months since he last went out for some beer and dancing with his friends. His wild, clubbing days were a thing of the past, but damn if Junsu wasn’t going to enjoy tonight.
“You’re right, Jaejoong hyung, it’s the best!” Changmin shouts gleefully, hip-thrusting in all directions.
“Yah. Who let you in, minor?” Jaejoong stops, mid-gyrate, and sneers when his aroused dance partner scowls in frustration and points to his crotch. Jaejoong pulls them all aside for a drink. “Don’t tell me it’s-”
“Yunho hyung. Couldn’t let you guys have all the fun!” He smirks and drapes his arms around them to the bar.
“How did you know we were going out tonight, Changmin?” Jaejoong narrows his eyes dangerously.
“Oh, that. Simple, I tapped into Junsu’s hyung’s GPS via his mobile.”
“You installed a GPS in my phone without me knowing? That’s harassment!”
“No, I didn’t. And that’s not harassment; every phone has a GPS installed. I simply had some help from the people at the phone company and with a few quick manipulations here and there, voila, I found ya.”
“Creep.” Junsu punches his arm. “Oh god, what time is it? Time to pack up, guys.”
“Oh no, honey. You’re not going anywhere. The night’s still young; I promised Yoochun you wouldn’t be back til 4.”
“4?” Junsu asked incredulously. “Are you insane?”
“Welllll,” Jaejoong fiddles with his finger.
“Yeah. About that, I overheard their conversation-” Changmin drawls, smugness apparent in his tone.
“You tapped into our phones didn’t you.”
“-about Yoochun hyung desperately pleading Jaejoong hyung to keep Junsu company and away form the apartment so he could have a couple of hours of sleep before his shift starts. And,” Changmin continues, “Jaejoong hyung here agreed, conspiring to even stuff Junsu into the back of his trunk if he resisted. Naturally, I, the ever-so faithful maknae, had to make sure Junsu hyung was okay. I need him alive for our final battle over Hyung Land.”
“I beat you fair and square, get over it, Changmin. But, why didn’t Yoochun just tell me?” Junsu pouts miserably, eyes wide and liquid. “I mean, I could’ve gone and stayed at Changmin’s apartment or something if it bothers him so much.”
“No offense hyung, but there’s no way I’m letting your cooties into my sanctuary.”
“Shut up maknae, before I chew your head and cut you with a razor blade.” Jaejoong barks. Changmin casually stepped behind Junsu. “Now, Junsu, honey, you can’t blame him. He just didn’t want to hurt your feelings, that’s all. You had fun tonight, didn’t you? It’s been a while since we’ve gone out together.” Jaejoong pats his hair affectionately and pulls in for a comforting hug.
“Yeah, I know, hyung.” Junsu mutters sadly. “But he could’ve at least told me, you know? I wouldn’t get mad at all. I would’ve stuffed myself in a trunk to shut myself up too.”
Jaejoong steps onto a laughing Changmin’s foot and flips him the finger. “C’mon, treat’s on me, let’s get wasted, guys!”
“Great. More images of Jaejoong hyung osculating and humping strangers.”
*
Junsu stumbles into the apartment at exactly four in the morning, smash-faced and drunk as hell. He giggles compulsively and hiccups, as he takes off his shoes and sways into the kitchen for a glass of water, managing to knock over some plates and causing a loud clatter in the otherwise silent apartment.
“Oops.” Junsu giggles girlishly, mouth unattractively open as he bends over to pick up the fallen object. He straightens, only to bump into something hard behind him. “Huh?” Junsu says intelligently.
“Junsu.” A deep voice startles him.
Junsu spins around and gapes. “Yoochun. Why are you still up?” He starts fidgeting and hiccupping when his boyfriend didn’t answer. “Yoo-hic-chun?”
“You were making a lot of noise, Junsu. It woke me up.” He simply says.
“Oh-hic.”
“Yeah. Why were you bending?”
“Plate. Thing. Fell down. Drunk. Kind of.” Junsu slurs, suddenly seeing double. Two Yoochuns. That’s nice. Now to decide which one is the real one. Junsu picks the one to the right and faces the refrigerator.
“I can see that.” Yoochun folds his arms, eyes narrowing.
“I think I drank too much Yoochun-aaah-couldn’t help it. Jaejoong hyung was practically offering the massacre of his wallet and we drank and drank and drank and at some point Changmin puked-hic¬-all over the dance floor and some of it caught on hyung’s hair and, and hyung-hic-had an immediate bitch fit he almost chewed Changmin’s balls off-hic-and I couldn’t stop laughing at that-hic-it was funny-” Junsu trips over air and lands directly Yoochun’s arms. He nuzzles into his lover’s chest and breathes in his scent.
“So...” Junsu giggles like a hyena on valium and nibbles on Yoochun’s jaw.
Yoochun tightens his hold on the other, lips pursed. “Junsu.”
“Yeah?” Deft fingers trace aimless patterns into his skin.
“Shut up.”
“What? But I haven’t-hic-said anything. Much, anyway.”
“I know, just, shut up for a moment. Your babbles arouse me. It pisses me off.”
“Oh. Okay,” Junsu closes his eyes and grins dreamily. A newly awaken Yoochun never did make much sense. Like Jaejoong’s gravity defying hair.
“Bedroom?”
“Yes.” Junsu breathes into Yoochun’s mouth and melts under his fiery gaze. “Show me your guns, baby.”
As Yoochun slams the door behind them, Junsu thinks that maybe angry, passionate sex isn’t so bad after all.
FIN.
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