Bubbly Shotgun (Yunho/Jaejoong)
Bubbly Shotgun
Yunho/Jaejoong
For chloe1910. This was so hard to write dskjhf XD
All married couples fight. Yunho and Jaejoong aren't any exception.
bubbly shotgun
Make this last, take it slow
We've got it all figured out for now
So let us live our lives without a doubt.
All Time Low; Vegas
Seoul, 2AM. Yoochun wakes up to his phone screeching in his ear. Jaejoong’s name flashes across the screen. Yoochun ignores the vibration under his pillow for a good three calls. One usually means Jaejoong is bored, two means Jaejoong is just being stubborn, and three means he’s arguing with Yunho about something.
…Like that heinous pink sweater their leader owns but refuses to throw out even after Jaejoong tried to burn it. While the necessity of ridding their household of that fashion monstrosity was of prime importance, something like that could wait till morning. Yoochun squeezes his eyes shut.
The ring tone sounds again.
It had better be a life and death situation, Yoochun thinks savagely as the phone vibrates mercilessly beside him. He utters a groan at the shrilling and finally answers the damn thing -
“Jae,” he growls, “it’s too early to be calling.”
“Too early? Try too late!” Jaejoong’s voice is raging behind the static. Yoochun blinks awake, unaccustomed to the anger in the other’s words. Jaejoong is talking too quickly, his words sounding like a mishmash of expletives that don’t fit in with his pretty mouth. Yoochun sits up in bed, rubbing the last of fatigue from his eyes.
“Hold on, hold on,” Yoochun cuts in when Jaejoong finally takes a breath, “aren’t you on a honeymoon with Yunho?”
“Was,” Jaejoong snaps, and Yoochun can hear the dulcet tones of Yunho in the background. “And. It was not a honeymoon. It was a holiday. Not that it was much of one -”
There’s a scuffling sound, and Yunho’s voice comes through - “you better have space for this ass because there’s no way I’m putting up in the same place as he is - “
Shouts in the background, more shuffling, and Jaejoong is back on the phone. Yoochun has to hold his phone away from his ear, just in case. “I’m coming to your place, Chunnie-ah,” Jaejoong is saying huffily, at the top of his voice. “And do me a favour and check something, will you. Where’s the nearest place I can get a divorce?”
It has to be a joke. Or a nightmare. Yoochun has his palm to his face as Jaejoong drags his luggage through the main door of Yoochun’s apartment. Yoochun pinches himself, discreetly. Jaejoong is still there, red-faced and pretty and - the ring. It blinds, it blinds.
“You’re married?” Yoochun’s hands are up in the air in bewilderment as Jaejoong dumps the last of his Louis Vuitton suitcases onto the wooden flooring (“that was the worst fucking plane ride ever”). “What the - ? Should I congratulate you?”
“Quiet down,” Jaejoong snaps. “We don’t need to wake up the rest of your family just because Yunho decided to throw me out of our apartment.”
Yoochun doesn’t even bother telling Jaejoong that his mother and brother are out of Seoul and in Hokkaido. He just stares at Jaejoong, mouth slightly agape, and then -
“Was there cake?”
“Fuck off. We had too much to drink, it was Vegas, there was a chapel -“
“…and the minister was drunk.”
“Obviously.” Jaejoong flops onto the couch and rubs his cheeks. “Otherwise he would probably have seen that Yunho and I are totally not compatible. I mean, seriously. Look at our faces. Do we look compatible to you?”
“Apparently sixty thousand girls think so.” Yoochun gives him a little grin, and Jaejoong lets out a frustrated groan. “Oh come on, Jae. You were going on and on about how perfect Yunho is for you before the trip. Need me to list thee ways?”
Jaejoong screams into a cushion. Yoochun holds up his hands again. “Come on, it can’t be that bad.”
“Can’t be that bad?” Jaejoong stands up furiously and starts to unlock his luggage, throwing random things all over the floor. “You should have a look at our wedding, they gave us a tape here somewhere - “
“You have a wedding tape?” Junsu says, eyes wide.
“It was the most undignified ceremony,” Yunho says, uncharacteristically sifting through the items in his suitcase.
Changmin exchanges a meaningful glance with Junsu. It’s three in the morning, and there’s nothing Changmin would like better than to go back to bed, but Junsu had given him the look of death (“don’t leave me out there to deal with Yunho,” he had hissed. “You know how he gets when it comes to Jaejoong.”)
“I don’t even remember what the hell happened,” Yunho continues, unlocking the second suitcase and rummaging through his clothes. “We were drunk out of our asses - “
“Wow,” Changmin says, with as much fascination one can muster at 3AM. “Jaejoong’s a good influence.”
Junsu shifts uncomfortably on his stool by the kitchen counter. “Uh.” He manages a crooked grin. “First off, congratulations - “
Yunho glares. Junsu rolls his eyes. “What? Look, you don’t hide something like this from us. I mean, lovers’ spat or no, you’re married to Jaejoong.” A pause. “Was it an instant wedding?”
“They probably thought Jae was a girl,” Changmin says, guffawing. Yunho hurls a ball of clothing at him. Changmin shuts up.
“What happened?” Junsu says, leaning forward on the kitchen counter. “I mean, you guys were so in love with you left - “
“Were being the operative word,” Yunho mutters, kicking his suitcase aside and moving on to the next one. It’s not like Yunho to be this messy, Changmin knows.
…Jaejoong must have really pissed him off. Ah well, the course of true love never did run smooth.
“Love doesn’t just burn out like that,” Junsu is saying insistently, all idealism-glazed eyes too early in the morning. “It’s not like he cheated on you.” Another pause. “Jaejoong wouldn’t cheat on you.”
“Well, if you must know,” Yunho says, folding his arms and scowling. “We met Hyunjoong.”
“At the airport?” Yoochun stares at Jaejoong, who rolls his eyes.
“Yes, how was I to know he’d be in Vegas the exact same time? I mean, Hyunjoong’s a weirdo, he just goes wherever he wants.”
“True,” Yoochun says slowly, nodding a little. “So. What has that got to do with anything?”
“Absolutely nothing.” Jaejoong kicks away one of his suitcases and proceeds to the rifle through the clothing in the next one. “But Yunho obviously thought I let him know where we were because, hey, what are the chances of my best friend showing up at my holiday spot, right?” Jaejoong throws down a stack of clothes. “I mean, we all know he’s never liked Hyunjoong.”
Yoochun blinks. “Yunho doesn’t like Hyunjoong?” Whoa, whoa, he thinks wearily, the punches just keep on coming.
Jaejoong throws up his hands and gives Yoochun a disbelieving look. “You know, sometimes I wonder why you and I even share a tattoo.”
“Hey, hey, I just don’t notice this kind of thing, okay,” Yoochun mutters, settling down beside a pouting Jaejoong. “…Yunho doesn’t like Hyunjoong? Why don’t I know this?”
“Because you’re daft,” Jaejoong snaps, smacking a cushion at Yoochun. “Obviously Yunho thinks we hang out too much with him. But hey, I don’t see him bitching about Seunghyun or you, right? So what the hell is his problem with the guy?”
“He grabbed Jaejoong’s ass,” Yunho snarls, and the fire in his eyes kind of scare Changmin. “What kind of so-called best friend grabs your ass?”
“Yoochun?” Junsu volunteers. Changmin kicks him not-so-subtly in the shin. Junsu squeaks in protest. “What? He asked!”
“How did this happen?” Changmin asks wearily, as Yunho paces about the living room as if he hasn’t even heard their exchange. Junsu rubs his shin, doleful expression on his face.
“We were dancing.” Yunho goes back to rummaging his suitcase (Bambi gets tossed and hits Junsu in the face). “And Hyunjoong just happens to be there. And he happens to sidle up beside us. Happens to put his hands on Jaejoong.” He turns his glare on the other two men, and his furious stare threatens to burn a hole through both their heads. “What kind of friend happens to be everywhere you and your boyfriend happen to be, and then just so happen to ask said boyfriend out in front of you?”
“You are obviously deranged,” Changmin says, looking halfway dead as he makes some tea. “Hyunjoong’s been Jae’s friend for years.”
“Friend? Do friends kiss? Do friends grab each others’ asses?” Yunho looks so angry that Junsu feels a little afraid that he might just throttle one of them. “Do friends - “ he takes a gulp of the tea Changmin passes to him - “go on private dates on the rooftop of the Bellagio?”
“I don’t get it,” Junsu mutters, stifling a yawn. “You two were disgusting over each other before you left.”
“Were not,” Yunho says indignantly.
“Were too,” Changmin retorts, joining them at the kitchen counter. “What was it like again? Oh, Jaejoong, I could spend the rest of my life with yoooou - “
“Oh yes, Yunho, yes,” Junsu singsongs, jumping in. “Kiss me, quick quick. I love you long time.“
“What the hell,” Yunho cuts in, baring his teeth at them. “We were not like that.”
“Are not, you mean.” Changmin studies Yunho for a moment. “Hyung. You guys were supposed to be on some sort of honeymoon. This doesn’t make sense.”
“Oh, it does,” Yunho says. “Especially since Jaejoong’s a flirt.”
“He’s a total whore,” Jaejoong seethes, dumping the sixth packet of sugar into his tea. Yoochun watches him, half-bewildered and rather fascinated. “I mean, I spend one dinner with Hyunjoong and he goes party with the strippers! What the hell?”
“I can’t imagine Yunho partying, much less with strippers,” Yoochun says, holding back an amused grin.
“Believe it,” Jaejoong mutters. “I caught him working the pole.”
“Ooh, was he any good?” Yoochun asks, interested.
“That is not the point,” Jaejoong says incredulously. “Get that image out of your mind, Yoochun-ah.”
“Okay, okay.”
“He looked like he was enjoying it!” Jaejoong almost looks as though he might cry, suddenly. “Can you imagine the shock I had when I come back to my room and I find six topless girls and a pole? Does that even sound like Yunho to you?”
They sit there in silence for a moment as Jaejoong sips a little too quickly at his tea and proceeds to burn his tongue, his eyes suspiciously wet. Yoochun clears his throat as Jaejoong bends over slightly, hand clasped to his mouth as he tries to work the burning sensation off his tongue.
“There’s a reason why we don’t invite Yunho when we go out, I guess,” he says, patting his friend on the back. “He gets… carried away. And you know how jealous he is.”
“Asshole had the cheek to rag me on Hyunjoong the entire plane ride home.” Jaejoong takes a deep breath as the redness returns to his cheeks. “I just don’t understand why he has to make such a big deal out of this. It’s not like I slept with him or anything!”
“Ew, bad mental image,” Yoochun says with a shudder. “Did Hyunjoong grab your ass? It’s a nasty habit he has.”
“He did,” Jaejoong huffs. “God, we should introduce him to Junsu - ” (“Uh, no,” says Yoochun) “ - Yunho thinks it’s a crime, or something. Right or wrong, does that justify him breaking Hyunjoong’s nose? Does it?”
“He’ll survive,” Yunho says. “Unfortunately.”
“You broke his nose?” Changmin says incredulously. “Hyung!”
“Okay, so I didn’t exactly break his nose,” Yunho says grudgingly, “but I did hit him pretty hard. He deserved it.”
“God, I’ve never seen you so pissed,” Junsu says, marveling at Yunho’s black expression. “How did the two of you find time to get married in all the chaos?”
Yunho pauses, and in his hand Changmin sees a tape with a glittery label. YOU HO AND JAY ZONG WEDDING. Junsu blinks at the pink monstrosity and raises an eyebrow as the anger seems to fade from Yunho’s expression. It’s always fascinating, he thinks, the rollercoaster of emotions that go through Yunho whenever they speak of Jaejoong.
“The first two days were great,” he says at last, not really meeting their eyes. He switches on the VCR.
“I bet the wedding’s shit,” Jaejoong says, as the tape loads.
The screen lights up. The camera is shaky, but they watch as the altar comes into view. It is tacky and hideous, in true Vegas style - fake Greek statues line the walls as neon lights flash across the ceilings. The minister’s face comes into view, and he waves at something outside of the camera frame.
“Oh,” Jaejoong says, eyes widening. Yoochun watches as Jaejoong and Yunho appear at the corners of the screen, barely able to keep on their feet as they giggle their way to the altar. Yoochun chortles at the sight of Jaejoong with a fake bowtie and Yunho with a makeshift veil.
“Well, that’s unexpected,” he says innocently.
Jaejoong’s lip twitches, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Jaejoong is draped over Yunho in a drunken fashion as the latter presses wet, sloppy kisses all over his face. Yoochun almost has to look away from the sheer affection. He glances discreetly at Jaejoong. His friend is watching the tape, expression rapt. Yoochun turns his attention back to the screen.
“Do you - “ the minister squints at the document before him as he gestures at Jaejoong - “take Chung You Ho as your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do,” Jaejoong sing-songs, his pretty voice echoing through the hall. “I do, I do, I do, even if you snore and sleep with your mouth open -“
Yunho is still kissing Jaejoong’s cheeks, deliriously happy as Jaejoong kisses him back, fingers pulling into the front of his dress shirt. “Love you,” Jaejoong breathes. “Love you so much I could die.”
“I don’t snore,” Yunho says with a little pout, and Jaejoong looks at the camera and laughs, eyes glazed but crinkling with happiness.
The minister raps at his stand as he gestures to Yunho. “Aye, aye,” he says, hiccuping a little. “You, there, taking Kim Jay Zong as your lawfully wedded wife?”
But the couple doesn’t seem to notice the minister’s mistaken use of the word, because they’re making out to Yunho’s breathless “yes, yes, yes”. Jaejoong’s eyes disappear behind his smile as he tugs at the veil on Yunho’s head. “Kim Yunho, hwaiting,” he whispers, as the camera zooms in on their faces.
“Jung Jaejoong, hwaiting,” Yunho whispers back, and they’re giggling again, like drunken schoolgirls.
They’re kissing once more, hands everywhere over each other as their mouths lock. It’s not like Yoochun’s never seen them do it, but the unbridled love in their expressions is something he might need getting used to. Yunho, he thinks with a little smile, usually holds back on his affection for their lead singer with the rest of them around.
Beside him Jaejoong’s fingers are pressed against his own lips, eyes distant as he watches himself and Yunho on the screen.
“Okay,” on-screen Jaejoong is saying breathlessly, eyes kind of wide and innocent as he curls into Yunho’s shoulder. “Can we have sex now?”
“I pronounce you man and wife,” comes the minister’s voice in the background. Yunho grins widely at the camera as Jaejoong plants an almost chaste little kiss on his cheek.
“I love you,” Yunho murmurs into the corner of Jaejoong’s mouth, and for a moment Yoochun thinks that maybe, just maybe they’re a little sober as they look at each other, noses brushing and smitten smiles pulled across their lips.
There is nothing but the sound of static.
Changmin and Junsu stare at the television set for a moment before craning their necks as discreetly as humanly possible in Yunho’s direction. Yunho is sitting there, looking somewhat winded.
“Nice wedding,” Changmin says.
It doesn’t take them two seconds to stumble into their shoes, practically falling all over themselves to follow Yunho out the door. Changmin assumes he gets to drive, because it’s his car that they get to in the parking lot. Yunho slams the door shut. “Go,” he says. "Hurry."
Changmin revs up the engine and steps on the accelerator. He almost runs Junsu over as he swerves out of the lot. Some flailing and a dolphin shriek later Junsu is safely tucked into the backseat as he smacks the top of Changmin’s head.
“Are you trying to kill me!” he screams.
“Yes,” Changmin says honestly. To Yunho - “Where to?”
“Yoochun’s,” Yunho says, ignoring Junsu’s spluttering at the back. “Faster. Much faster."
“With pleasure,” Changmin says, almost too cheerfully. The car surges forward. Junsu puts on the seatbelt and hopes for the best.
“Why can’t you settle this later today, Jaejoong-ah - “
“No.” Jaejoong is halfway out the door, smiling a little as he looks at Yoochun with reddening eyes. “I have to talk to him, Chunnie-ah. This is ridiculous, this whole argument is ridiculous - “
Yoochun starts to reply, but then he notices the figure at the bottom of the staircase, his face coming to view under the flickering orange lights. Two other men appear behind him - Changmin, with a suppressed grin, and Junsu, looking pale and on the verge of throwing up. He turns his gaze back to Jaejoong, who is still rambling -
“You don’t have to follow me, I just need to see him and apologize, I can’t sleep knowing he’s so angry. I don’t even care who’s wrong anymore - “
“Jae,” Yoochun says gently.
“I love him.” Jaejoong looks almost lost now, and the sight breaks Yoochun’s heart. “I love him, Chunnie-ah.”
Yunho moves up the staircase, his steps quiet against the floorboards before he comes to a stop behind Jaejoong. Yoochun watches as the leader places his arms over Jaejoong’s shoulders and pulls him close, a kiss pressed into his neck.
“I love you too, Jaejoong-ah,” he says quietly.
Jaejoong lifts his head, lips parted in surprise. “Yunho,” he manages, as Yunho draws him in for a kiss. Yoochun moves out of the way before they maul him, Yunho pushing Jaejoong into the wall as their mouths move over each other, desperate and wanting as Yunho's hands hold Jaejoong's face still, the latter's hands clutching to the back of Yunho's jacket.
In the distance, there are the sounds of puking.
“Urgghh,” Junsu moans.
“Shut up and settle down,” Yoochun grumbles, placing a wet towel over his friend’s forehead. Junsu sniffles miserably as Changmin grins in a corner.
“Hyung, you have an awful tolerance for speed.”
“More like a low tolerance for you,” Junsu mutters.
“How long are they going to be outside?” Changmin asks brightly, as though he never heard Junsu’s words. Yoochun sneaks a peek outside his door, and has to hold back a grin at the sight of Yunho and Jaejoong against the wall, fingers entwined and kissing each other as though tomorrow would never come. “There they go again,” he says with a little sigh. “Ah, such is love.”
His handphone shrills from the kitchen counter just then, and Yoochun wonders if it really has been four hours since Jaejoong turned up at his door, ready to break up with Yunho. He flips open his cell. “Eh? Hyunjoong-ah?”
Changmin and Junsu look up, eyebrows raised.
“Ah, well, they just got back, maybe that’s why they haven’t been picking up.” Yoochun nods, and he grins at his friends as Hyunjoong continues on the other line. “Got it. I’ll tell them. Take care, man. I’ll call you again later.”
“What did he say?” Changmin asks when Yoochun hangs up.
“He’s sorry about being an ass, Yunho was an ass too, he’s not interested in Jaejoong, not the way Yunho is, his nose is fine, why is Yunho such a jealous prick.” Yoochun shakes his head, amused. “Why can’t we all get along?”
“You have such weird friends,” Junsu grumbles. Yoochun tugs gently at his hair, eyes crinkling with his smile.
“Why do you think I never introduced him to you?”
Jaejoong and Yunho walk in at 7AM to find Junsu and Changmin sprawled all over the couch, deep in sleep and snoring. Yoochun raises a hand in greeting, glasses sliding down his nose as he nurses a coffee from the kitchen counter. "Yo."
Jaejoong exchanges a glance with Yunho, both their eyes alight and faces flushed from too much kissing. “We’re going to do it properly this time,” Yunho says slowly, holding up their joined hands. The rings shine silver in the morning light, and Yoochun can’t help but suppress a chuckle at the shy blush across Yunho’s cheeks.
There’s a silence for a moment as he contemplates the news, absently stirring his coffee as he watches Yunho and Jaejoong, nervous and happy and so in love. They won't ever go to sleep angry, he knows.
The thought warms his heart, somehow.
“Will there be cake?” he asks finally.
“Lots of it,” Jaejoong says, and his face lights up with a smile.
Yunho/Jaejoong
For chloe1910. This was so hard to write dskjhf XD
All married couples fight. Yunho and Jaejoong aren't any exception.
bubbly shotgun
Make this last, take it slow
We've got it all figured out for now
So let us live our lives without a doubt.
All Time Low; Vegas
Seoul, 2AM. Yoochun wakes up to his phone screeching in his ear. Jaejoong’s name flashes across the screen. Yoochun ignores the vibration under his pillow for a good three calls. One usually means Jaejoong is bored, two means Jaejoong is just being stubborn, and three means he’s arguing with Yunho about something.
…Like that heinous pink sweater their leader owns but refuses to throw out even after Jaejoong tried to burn it. While the necessity of ridding their household of that fashion monstrosity was of prime importance, something like that could wait till morning. Yoochun squeezes his eyes shut.
The ring tone sounds again.
It had better be a life and death situation, Yoochun thinks savagely as the phone vibrates mercilessly beside him. He utters a groan at the shrilling and finally answers the damn thing -
“Jae,” he growls, “it’s too early to be calling.”
“Too early? Try too late!” Jaejoong’s voice is raging behind the static. Yoochun blinks awake, unaccustomed to the anger in the other’s words. Jaejoong is talking too quickly, his words sounding like a mishmash of expletives that don’t fit in with his pretty mouth. Yoochun sits up in bed, rubbing the last of fatigue from his eyes.
“Hold on, hold on,” Yoochun cuts in when Jaejoong finally takes a breath, “aren’t you on a honeymoon with Yunho?”
“Was,” Jaejoong snaps, and Yoochun can hear the dulcet tones of Yunho in the background. “And. It was not a honeymoon. It was a holiday. Not that it was much of one -”
There’s a scuffling sound, and Yunho’s voice comes through - “you better have space for this ass because there’s no way I’m putting up in the same place as he is - “
Shouts in the background, more shuffling, and Jaejoong is back on the phone. Yoochun has to hold his phone away from his ear, just in case. “I’m coming to your place, Chunnie-ah,” Jaejoong is saying huffily, at the top of his voice. “And do me a favour and check something, will you. Where’s the nearest place I can get a divorce?”
It has to be a joke. Or a nightmare. Yoochun has his palm to his face as Jaejoong drags his luggage through the main door of Yoochun’s apartment. Yoochun pinches himself, discreetly. Jaejoong is still there, red-faced and pretty and - the ring. It blinds, it blinds.
“You’re married?” Yoochun’s hands are up in the air in bewilderment as Jaejoong dumps the last of his Louis Vuitton suitcases onto the wooden flooring (“that was the worst fucking plane ride ever”). “What the - ? Should I congratulate you?”
“Quiet down,” Jaejoong snaps. “We don’t need to wake up the rest of your family just because Yunho decided to throw me out of our apartment.”
Yoochun doesn’t even bother telling Jaejoong that his mother and brother are out of Seoul and in Hokkaido. He just stares at Jaejoong, mouth slightly agape, and then -
“Was there cake?”
“Fuck off. We had too much to drink, it was Vegas, there was a chapel -“
“…and the minister was drunk.”
“Obviously.” Jaejoong flops onto the couch and rubs his cheeks. “Otherwise he would probably have seen that Yunho and I are totally not compatible. I mean, seriously. Look at our faces. Do we look compatible to you?”
“Apparently sixty thousand girls think so.” Yoochun gives him a little grin, and Jaejoong lets out a frustrated groan. “Oh come on, Jae. You were going on and on about how perfect Yunho is for you before the trip. Need me to list thee ways?”
Jaejoong screams into a cushion. Yoochun holds up his hands again. “Come on, it can’t be that bad.”
“Can’t be that bad?” Jaejoong stands up furiously and starts to unlock his luggage, throwing random things all over the floor. “You should have a look at our wedding, they gave us a tape here somewhere - “
“You have a wedding tape?” Junsu says, eyes wide.
“It was the most undignified ceremony,” Yunho says, uncharacteristically sifting through the items in his suitcase.
Changmin exchanges a meaningful glance with Junsu. It’s three in the morning, and there’s nothing Changmin would like better than to go back to bed, but Junsu had given him the look of death (“don’t leave me out there to deal with Yunho,” he had hissed. “You know how he gets when it comes to Jaejoong.”)
“I don’t even remember what the hell happened,” Yunho continues, unlocking the second suitcase and rummaging through his clothes. “We were drunk out of our asses - “
“Wow,” Changmin says, with as much fascination one can muster at 3AM. “Jaejoong’s a good influence.”
Junsu shifts uncomfortably on his stool by the kitchen counter. “Uh.” He manages a crooked grin. “First off, congratulations - “
Yunho glares. Junsu rolls his eyes. “What? Look, you don’t hide something like this from us. I mean, lovers’ spat or no, you’re married to Jaejoong.” A pause. “Was it an instant wedding?”
“They probably thought Jae was a girl,” Changmin says, guffawing. Yunho hurls a ball of clothing at him. Changmin shuts up.
“What happened?” Junsu says, leaning forward on the kitchen counter. “I mean, you guys were so in love with you left - “
“Were being the operative word,” Yunho mutters, kicking his suitcase aside and moving on to the next one. It’s not like Yunho to be this messy, Changmin knows.
…Jaejoong must have really pissed him off. Ah well, the course of true love never did run smooth.
“Love doesn’t just burn out like that,” Junsu is saying insistently, all idealism-glazed eyes too early in the morning. “It’s not like he cheated on you.” Another pause. “Jaejoong wouldn’t cheat on you.”
“Well, if you must know,” Yunho says, folding his arms and scowling. “We met Hyunjoong.”
“At the airport?” Yoochun stares at Jaejoong, who rolls his eyes.
“Yes, how was I to know he’d be in Vegas the exact same time? I mean, Hyunjoong’s a weirdo, he just goes wherever he wants.”
“True,” Yoochun says slowly, nodding a little. “So. What has that got to do with anything?”
“Absolutely nothing.” Jaejoong kicks away one of his suitcases and proceeds to the rifle through the clothing in the next one. “But Yunho obviously thought I let him know where we were because, hey, what are the chances of my best friend showing up at my holiday spot, right?” Jaejoong throws down a stack of clothes. “I mean, we all know he’s never liked Hyunjoong.”
Yoochun blinks. “Yunho doesn’t like Hyunjoong?” Whoa, whoa, he thinks wearily, the punches just keep on coming.
Jaejoong throws up his hands and gives Yoochun a disbelieving look. “You know, sometimes I wonder why you and I even share a tattoo.”
“Hey, hey, I just don’t notice this kind of thing, okay,” Yoochun mutters, settling down beside a pouting Jaejoong. “…Yunho doesn’t like Hyunjoong? Why don’t I know this?”
“Because you’re daft,” Jaejoong snaps, smacking a cushion at Yoochun. “Obviously Yunho thinks we hang out too much with him. But hey, I don’t see him bitching about Seunghyun or you, right? So what the hell is his problem with the guy?”
“He grabbed Jaejoong’s ass,” Yunho snarls, and the fire in his eyes kind of scare Changmin. “What kind of so-called best friend grabs your ass?”
“Yoochun?” Junsu volunteers. Changmin kicks him not-so-subtly in the shin. Junsu squeaks in protest. “What? He asked!”
“How did this happen?” Changmin asks wearily, as Yunho paces about the living room as if he hasn’t even heard their exchange. Junsu rubs his shin, doleful expression on his face.
“We were dancing.” Yunho goes back to rummaging his suitcase (Bambi gets tossed and hits Junsu in the face). “And Hyunjoong just happens to be there. And he happens to sidle up beside us. Happens to put his hands on Jaejoong.” He turns his glare on the other two men, and his furious stare threatens to burn a hole through both their heads. “What kind of friend happens to be everywhere you and your boyfriend happen to be, and then just so happen to ask said boyfriend out in front of you?”
“You are obviously deranged,” Changmin says, looking halfway dead as he makes some tea. “Hyunjoong’s been Jae’s friend for years.”
“Friend? Do friends kiss? Do friends grab each others’ asses?” Yunho looks so angry that Junsu feels a little afraid that he might just throttle one of them. “Do friends - “ he takes a gulp of the tea Changmin passes to him - “go on private dates on the rooftop of the Bellagio?”
“I don’t get it,” Junsu mutters, stifling a yawn. “You two were disgusting over each other before you left.”
“Were not,” Yunho says indignantly.
“Were too,” Changmin retorts, joining them at the kitchen counter. “What was it like again? Oh, Jaejoong, I could spend the rest of my life with yoooou - “
“Oh yes, Yunho, yes,” Junsu singsongs, jumping in. “Kiss me, quick quick. I love you long time.“
“What the hell,” Yunho cuts in, baring his teeth at them. “We were not like that.”
“Are not, you mean.” Changmin studies Yunho for a moment. “Hyung. You guys were supposed to be on some sort of honeymoon. This doesn’t make sense.”
“Oh, it does,” Yunho says. “Especially since Jaejoong’s a flirt.”
“He’s a total whore,” Jaejoong seethes, dumping the sixth packet of sugar into his tea. Yoochun watches him, half-bewildered and rather fascinated. “I mean, I spend one dinner with Hyunjoong and he goes party with the strippers! What the hell?”
“I can’t imagine Yunho partying, much less with strippers,” Yoochun says, holding back an amused grin.
“Believe it,” Jaejoong mutters. “I caught him working the pole.”
“Ooh, was he any good?” Yoochun asks, interested.
“That is not the point,” Jaejoong says incredulously. “Get that image out of your mind, Yoochun-ah.”
“Okay, okay.”
“He looked like he was enjoying it!” Jaejoong almost looks as though he might cry, suddenly. “Can you imagine the shock I had when I come back to my room and I find six topless girls and a pole? Does that even sound like Yunho to you?”
They sit there in silence for a moment as Jaejoong sips a little too quickly at his tea and proceeds to burn his tongue, his eyes suspiciously wet. Yoochun clears his throat as Jaejoong bends over slightly, hand clasped to his mouth as he tries to work the burning sensation off his tongue.
“There’s a reason why we don’t invite Yunho when we go out, I guess,” he says, patting his friend on the back. “He gets… carried away. And you know how jealous he is.”
“Asshole had the cheek to rag me on Hyunjoong the entire plane ride home.” Jaejoong takes a deep breath as the redness returns to his cheeks. “I just don’t understand why he has to make such a big deal out of this. It’s not like I slept with him or anything!”
“Ew, bad mental image,” Yoochun says with a shudder. “Did Hyunjoong grab your ass? It’s a nasty habit he has.”
“He did,” Jaejoong huffs. “God, we should introduce him to Junsu - ” (“Uh, no,” says Yoochun) “ - Yunho thinks it’s a crime, or something. Right or wrong, does that justify him breaking Hyunjoong’s nose? Does it?”
“He’ll survive,” Yunho says. “Unfortunately.”
“You broke his nose?” Changmin says incredulously. “Hyung!”
“Okay, so I didn’t exactly break his nose,” Yunho says grudgingly, “but I did hit him pretty hard. He deserved it.”
“God, I’ve never seen you so pissed,” Junsu says, marveling at Yunho’s black expression. “How did the two of you find time to get married in all the chaos?”
Yunho pauses, and in his hand Changmin sees a tape with a glittery label. YOU HO AND JAY ZONG WEDDING. Junsu blinks at the pink monstrosity and raises an eyebrow as the anger seems to fade from Yunho’s expression. It’s always fascinating, he thinks, the rollercoaster of emotions that go through Yunho whenever they speak of Jaejoong.
“The first two days were great,” he says at last, not really meeting their eyes. He switches on the VCR.
“I bet the wedding’s shit,” Jaejoong says, as the tape loads.
The screen lights up. The camera is shaky, but they watch as the altar comes into view. It is tacky and hideous, in true Vegas style - fake Greek statues line the walls as neon lights flash across the ceilings. The minister’s face comes into view, and he waves at something outside of the camera frame.
“Oh,” Jaejoong says, eyes widening. Yoochun watches as Jaejoong and Yunho appear at the corners of the screen, barely able to keep on their feet as they giggle their way to the altar. Yoochun chortles at the sight of Jaejoong with a fake bowtie and Yunho with a makeshift veil.
“Well, that’s unexpected,” he says innocently.
Jaejoong’s lip twitches, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Jaejoong is draped over Yunho in a drunken fashion as the latter presses wet, sloppy kisses all over his face. Yoochun almost has to look away from the sheer affection. He glances discreetly at Jaejoong. His friend is watching the tape, expression rapt. Yoochun turns his attention back to the screen.
“Do you - “ the minister squints at the document before him as he gestures at Jaejoong - “take Chung You Ho as your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do,” Jaejoong sing-songs, his pretty voice echoing through the hall. “I do, I do, I do, even if you snore and sleep with your mouth open -“
Yunho is still kissing Jaejoong’s cheeks, deliriously happy as Jaejoong kisses him back, fingers pulling into the front of his dress shirt. “Love you,” Jaejoong breathes. “Love you so much I could die.”
“I don’t snore,” Yunho says with a little pout, and Jaejoong looks at the camera and laughs, eyes glazed but crinkling with happiness.
The minister raps at his stand as he gestures to Yunho. “Aye, aye,” he says, hiccuping a little. “You, there, taking Kim Jay Zong as your lawfully wedded wife?”
But the couple doesn’t seem to notice the minister’s mistaken use of the word, because they’re making out to Yunho’s breathless “yes, yes, yes”. Jaejoong’s eyes disappear behind his smile as he tugs at the veil on Yunho’s head. “Kim Yunho, hwaiting,” he whispers, as the camera zooms in on their faces.
“Jung Jaejoong, hwaiting,” Yunho whispers back, and they’re giggling again, like drunken schoolgirls.
They’re kissing once more, hands everywhere over each other as their mouths lock. It’s not like Yoochun’s never seen them do it, but the unbridled love in their expressions is something he might need getting used to. Yunho, he thinks with a little smile, usually holds back on his affection for their lead singer with the rest of them around.
Beside him Jaejoong’s fingers are pressed against his own lips, eyes distant as he watches himself and Yunho on the screen.
“Okay,” on-screen Jaejoong is saying breathlessly, eyes kind of wide and innocent as he curls into Yunho’s shoulder. “Can we have sex now?”
“I pronounce you man and wife,” comes the minister’s voice in the background. Yunho grins widely at the camera as Jaejoong plants an almost chaste little kiss on his cheek.
“I love you,” Yunho murmurs into the corner of Jaejoong’s mouth, and for a moment Yoochun thinks that maybe, just maybe they’re a little sober as they look at each other, noses brushing and smitten smiles pulled across their lips.
There is nothing but the sound of static.
Changmin and Junsu stare at the television set for a moment before craning their necks as discreetly as humanly possible in Yunho’s direction. Yunho is sitting there, looking somewhat winded.
“Nice wedding,” Changmin says.
It doesn’t take them two seconds to stumble into their shoes, practically falling all over themselves to follow Yunho out the door. Changmin assumes he gets to drive, because it’s his car that they get to in the parking lot. Yunho slams the door shut. “Go,” he says. "Hurry."
Changmin revs up the engine and steps on the accelerator. He almost runs Junsu over as he swerves out of the lot. Some flailing and a dolphin shriek later Junsu is safely tucked into the backseat as he smacks the top of Changmin’s head.
“Are you trying to kill me!” he screams.
“Yes,” Changmin says honestly. To Yunho - “Where to?”
“Yoochun’s,” Yunho says, ignoring Junsu’s spluttering at the back. “Faster. Much faster."
“With pleasure,” Changmin says, almost too cheerfully. The car surges forward. Junsu puts on the seatbelt and hopes for the best.
“Why can’t you settle this later today, Jaejoong-ah - “
“No.” Jaejoong is halfway out the door, smiling a little as he looks at Yoochun with reddening eyes. “I have to talk to him, Chunnie-ah. This is ridiculous, this whole argument is ridiculous - “
Yoochun starts to reply, but then he notices the figure at the bottom of the staircase, his face coming to view under the flickering orange lights. Two other men appear behind him - Changmin, with a suppressed grin, and Junsu, looking pale and on the verge of throwing up. He turns his gaze back to Jaejoong, who is still rambling -
“You don’t have to follow me, I just need to see him and apologize, I can’t sleep knowing he’s so angry. I don’t even care who’s wrong anymore - “
“Jae,” Yoochun says gently.
“I love him.” Jaejoong looks almost lost now, and the sight breaks Yoochun’s heart. “I love him, Chunnie-ah.”
Yunho moves up the staircase, his steps quiet against the floorboards before he comes to a stop behind Jaejoong. Yoochun watches as the leader places his arms over Jaejoong’s shoulders and pulls him close, a kiss pressed into his neck.
“I love you too, Jaejoong-ah,” he says quietly.
Jaejoong lifts his head, lips parted in surprise. “Yunho,” he manages, as Yunho draws him in for a kiss. Yoochun moves out of the way before they maul him, Yunho pushing Jaejoong into the wall as their mouths move over each other, desperate and wanting as Yunho's hands hold Jaejoong's face still, the latter's hands clutching to the back of Yunho's jacket.
In the distance, there are the sounds of puking.
“Urgghh,” Junsu moans.
“Shut up and settle down,” Yoochun grumbles, placing a wet towel over his friend’s forehead. Junsu sniffles miserably as Changmin grins in a corner.
“Hyung, you have an awful tolerance for speed.”
“More like a low tolerance for you,” Junsu mutters.
“How long are they going to be outside?” Changmin asks brightly, as though he never heard Junsu’s words. Yoochun sneaks a peek outside his door, and has to hold back a grin at the sight of Yunho and Jaejoong against the wall, fingers entwined and kissing each other as though tomorrow would never come. “There they go again,” he says with a little sigh. “Ah, such is love.”
His handphone shrills from the kitchen counter just then, and Yoochun wonders if it really has been four hours since Jaejoong turned up at his door, ready to break up with Yunho. He flips open his cell. “Eh? Hyunjoong-ah?”
Changmin and Junsu look up, eyebrows raised.
“Ah, well, they just got back, maybe that’s why they haven’t been picking up.” Yoochun nods, and he grins at his friends as Hyunjoong continues on the other line. “Got it. I’ll tell them. Take care, man. I’ll call you again later.”
“What did he say?” Changmin asks when Yoochun hangs up.
“He’s sorry about being an ass, Yunho was an ass too, he’s not interested in Jaejoong, not the way Yunho is, his nose is fine, why is Yunho such a jealous prick.” Yoochun shakes his head, amused. “Why can’t we all get along?”
“You have such weird friends,” Junsu grumbles. Yoochun tugs gently at his hair, eyes crinkling with his smile.
“Why do you think I never introduced him to you?”
Jaejoong and Yunho walk in at 7AM to find Junsu and Changmin sprawled all over the couch, deep in sleep and snoring. Yoochun raises a hand in greeting, glasses sliding down his nose as he nurses a coffee from the kitchen counter. "Yo."
Jaejoong exchanges a glance with Yunho, both their eyes alight and faces flushed from too much kissing. “We’re going to do it properly this time,” Yunho says slowly, holding up their joined hands. The rings shine silver in the morning light, and Yoochun can’t help but suppress a chuckle at the shy blush across Yunho’s cheeks.
There’s a silence for a moment as he contemplates the news, absently stirring his coffee as he watches Yunho and Jaejoong, nervous and happy and so in love. They won't ever go to sleep angry, he knows.
The thought warms his heart, somehow.
“Will there be cake?” he asks finally.
“Lots of it,” Jaejoong says, and his face lights up with a smile.