My Distraction Chapter 2
Title: My Distraction
Length: Chaptered
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Romance, humor, sexiness, au
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It is absolutely, most indubitably, most inscrutably and most deplorably unfair. Why? WHY? WHY? He was the devil. Yunho was sure of it.
A/N: Continued as per request :3
Chapter 2: Reality Check
It wasn’t possible to die from blue balls.
Yunho had checked.
However that didn’t stop him from experiencing the near death like feeling whenever his thoughts trailed a little too close to the dangerous and frustrating Kim Jaejoong. He ached for him so bad that at times he’d had these crazy notions that chopping off his own balls wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Of course, after having said thought, Yunho would then bristle like a porcupine, a cold shiver running down his spine as he imagined what kind of agonizing pain and horror that would entail. What would usually follow suit was a rather justly slap to the face from his own hand, berating him for even having such psychotic notions.
This was one of the sole reasons as to why Kim Jaejoong was dangerous to his health.
In an effort to stop the madness, Yunho decided to take matters into his own hands. Quite literally in fact, since his brain refused to listen to any semblance of reason when prompted. He was left with little choice really; ready to take on almost anything to stop the blood from rushing south to his more than average set of equipment.
Whenever he dared think of the ivory skinned, pouty mouthed tease of a man, he immediately went to pinch his thigh.
Hard.
Pain was the only response his traitorous body understood as of late. And Yunho was desperate. He would prevent himself from having a conniption under any cost. Because this was not the way he was brought up. He wasn’t taught to lust like a deprived demon, trying to sneak away into the shadows with guilt dripping down his sides like sweat. Nor was he ever informed that having such carnal desires for a man were okay. Left with nothing but his own wits (who were at their ends as it was) he dealt with the matter the one way he could.
In the classroom when his traitorous eyes strayed from the front to stare at his labeled distraction, his fingers were at the ready.
Jaejoong sucking on the end of his pen.
…that mouth full of co-
-Pinch
Jaejoong rubbing his chest.
…those nipples hard against m-
-Pinch
Jaejoong licking his lips.
…that pink tongue lapping at my ba-
-Pinch
Yunho's thigh was in a pretty sorry state after just a few days of his newly implemented attempt at discipline. It was bruised all over with an array of newly reddened skin added every few minutes or so. Depending on how perverse his thoughts got, Yunho pinched harder, grabbed more skin and twisting until his eyes pricked with tears.
It was a valiant attempt however futile it was.
In his effort to keep his thoughts from drifting towards nefarious borders, the almond eyed teen completely left his books unattended. Forgotten was his English textbook lying open on his desk as his eyes stayed focused on Jaejoong’s fingers, brows knitted in deep concentration as he parried thought after sexually explicit thought.
“Yunho,” Changmin whispered urgently from his desk beside the glaze eyed teen. “Psst, Yunho!”
A soft grunt escaped the teenager’s lips as he quickly straightened in his seat, eyes peeling themselves away from staring at his detrimental fascination to look forwards just as a pair of rotund black irises peaked out at him from equally round feminine glasses.
“Yunho,” the teacher at the front called again, fingers shifting the frames on her face so she could peer more adeptly at her student. “Please read the next passage.”
Shit.
Yunho stared down at his open textbook tensely. The English words looking just as foreign as they did the day they first began learning the dreaded language. His vision swam as he looked at the oddly shaped form of writing. Heart starting to beat faster when he realized he had absolutely not the foggiest clue to where they were.
Crap, where the hell are we?
He wanted to pull at his hair in irritation, unable to believe how he had gotten distracted so easily yet again. It was damn right incomprehensible how his head had turned to the side of its own volition and continued to stare unabashedly at his favorite temptation.
“Flip the page, bottom right.” Changmin whispered through tight lips, eyes glued to the front while he nervously tapped his pencil against his knuckle. His back straight in his chair as his foot nervously jigged beneath the desk, wondering how many times he’d saved his best friend’s hide this week alone. He made a fist, eyes jerking to the side to glance suspiciously at the window, then Jaejoong and then his tense hyung.
Yunho hurriedly flipped the page, eyesight blurring once he reached the huge block of text he was supposedly to recite aloud to the rest of the students. When had they gotten to this passage? Had it been assigned for homework? This was the first time he was seeing it! His eyes peaked up, taking in the waiting form of his teacher as well as the rest of the students in his class. Shit…he really needed to start paying more attention in class. No wonder he bombed the last pop quiz. Brow furrowing he gulped, inwardly cursing as he pushed his chair back and picked up the book, holding it out in front of him. It wouldn’t do to show weakness, not when all eyes were glued on him.
Especially the eyes of a certain raven haired menace.
The devil. Yunho was sure of it.
His widened captivating gaze was directed pointedly at him as he rested his head of full black hair against his palm, features soft and relaxed. Those ruddy lips parted revealing just the tiniest fraction of white teeth. Collar undone and parted, presenting him with just a tempting tease of ivory skin disappearing into the navy uniform…
Automatically Yunho went to pinch his thigh. It was like a mechanical response engrained in his brain from all the previous provocations at his battered psyche. It was quick and painful. Reminding him boldly that his attention was currently needed elsewhere or he’d embarrass himself in front of the whole class. He flexed his arm muscles in distraction, feet shuffling as he brought the book closer to his face, mouth already conforming to the shape necessary to sound out the alien words.
Once Changmin heard the string of English vocabulary being stumbled on he relaxed in his seat, pencil falling to his desk as he blew out a puff of air. Coincidentally his gaze fell upon Jaejoong, the older boy who had asked him for some help in English. He found it strange (and not for the first time either) that the guy was staring at Yunho almost as if he were entranced. Poor Yunho was struggling through almost every word but Jaejoong didn’t care. His eyes stayed transfixed to his best friend, not willing to part with him for even a second.
Changmin sighed, crossing his arms. You would think if the guy was having such a hard time with the language he’d be more focused on the textbook instead of the person doing an excellent job of butchering the text. At least, that’s what made sense in his head. But what did he know? Hell, he was a genius in all but the blasted English language. Darn college requirements…
Throughout his whole recital, Jaejoong’s eyed remained glued to his face.
Yunho didn’t need to look. He could practically feel his gaze burning into the side of his face. Those smoky, devilish orbs staring at him from behind a sweeping lid of ebony lashes; full peachy lips, reflecting the fluorescent lighting as they glistened…
-Pinch
He choked, stumbling over a word as his wayward mind attempted to cross the forbidden barrier yet again.
“P-Parked his car in the d-driveway and wa..walked to the door.” Yunho finished the passage, dropping his book back onto his desk before sliding back down into his chair, face flaming. Across the room his eyes met with Donghae who shook his head in understanding. Neither of them were any good at reading English.
“Yunho, you need to practice sounding out the consonants more,” the teacher suggested before her shifty eyes turned to another victim. “Jongsuk, next passage please.”
The boy at the back immediately straightened, cell phone falling back into his pocket as he nervously reached for his book, hand trembling as it grasped the cover. Yunho carefully glanced at the clock hanging over the door.
Five more minutes left.
Then gym and finally………freedom.
He could lose himself completely in the basketball practice after school. Blood pumping and heart racing while he dribbled the ball towards the net, sneakers squeaking in protest against the polished gym floors. His team mates scattered across the court, keeping the offending players at bay as he drew towards the hoop, aiming for a perfectly executed layup.
“Aish! Yunho, hello!”
Changmin waived his hand in front Yunho's face, peeved at being ignored so thoroughly. You would think being best friends since an early age would earn him some sort of respect and acknowledgement. Sadly that was not the case.
Yunho was completely lost in a world of his own, staring straight ahead at the board, glassy eyed as usual.
Nostrils flaring at being ignored so effortlessly and still unable to come up with exactly the cause to his friend’s air headedness as of late, Changmin raised his hand and slammed it against the back of Yunho's round head, irked.
“Yah!” He called, brows furrowed into a scowl. “Hello? Yunho? Hello!”
Violently thrown out of his basketball daydream Yunho winced. Palm instinctively moving towards the back of his skull to rub away at the throbbing sensation, eyes meanwhile throwing Changmin a dirty look.
The tall straight haired teen was frowning up a storm, arms crossed over his chest as he glared down at his friend. Not in the least bit concerned that the other was in any form of physical pain. In his mind Yunho had earned it. What with being a brick wall and all. His slightly mismatched eyes were a force to be reckoned with as he outstretched his arm and proceeded to flick the still seated teen firmly on the forehead.
“Ow!” Yunho scowled, reaching for his assaulted brow. “Aish! What! What is it?”
“Gym.”
“What about it?”
Changmin grumbled sourly, “Now. Gym is now. Dumbass…”
Yunho stiffened, head jerking to the sides to find the room devoid of any living soul. His mouth dropped open in bafflement. While his poor, weary brain tried to wrap around the fact that he hadn’t noticed some twenty odd students leaving the classroom.
“B-But-”
Changmin rolled his eyes, arms falling to his sides as his ire diminished.
“Shit,” Yunho jumped, banging his knee against the bottom of his desk. He winced, eyes squeezing shut as he hobbled around to Changmin. Grabbing him and all but flying out of the classroom, fist full of the younger boy’s navy vest.
They arrived a little winded in the changing room, Changmin breathing heavily through his nose while Yunho was leaning on his knee, mouth wide open as he swallowed mouthfuls of air one after another. With white t-shirts and a pair of maroon taffeta pants in hand, together they walked down into an aisle, Changmin going to the wall while Yunho situated himself more so in the middle.
Gym was not a laughing matter.
One was not simply late to gym.
Yunho shivered as the image of his gym teacher came to mind. A purple tracksuit wearing beast of a man who delved out running laps as if they were chocolate. He recalled when the whole class was forced to run fifty laps because Eunhyuk decided to be a smart ass and talk back. After that rather unforgettable experience, no one ever talked back again.
Fingers working the buttons of his shirt, he stared at his crumpled vest on the bench, having discarded it upon entry. Yunho had just managed to pull one arm free of his collared prison when an all too familiar face appeared in his line of sight. Distracted he paused, watching as Jaejoong purposefully walked into their aisle, dropping his gym clothes on the wooden bench before giving the two of them an acknowledging nod.
“You don’t mind if I change here, right?”
Changmin looked up, watching the exchange rather interestedly.
Yunho just stared, head slowly moving from side to side in compliance with the request while at the same time his brain screamed in vehement protest.
This wasn’t a good set up.
He knew it. He knew it better than god himself.
But for some strange and inconceivable reason, he couldn’t help himself. Deftly he pulled his other arm free of his shirt, weakly tossing it onto the bench as he stealthily surveyed the shorter teen from behind the comforts of a half open locker.
Jaejoong had gotten straight to it. Fingers unbuttoning the first three buttons of his shirt before tugging the school uniform over his head. Yunho's almond eyes widened, pupils dilating as they landed on two perfectly perky flushed nipples.
He swallowed laboriously, mouth suddenly dry as the desert itself.
Look away….
…look away before he catches you!
He pinched his thigh, eyes still glued to the perky nipples staring back at him temptingly. It was all he could see in the sea of pure alabaster skin.
The perfect shade of pink, bright and deliciously erect. He subconsciously let his tongue dart out of his mouth and lick his lips, teeth digging into the rosy flesh as one of Jaejoong’s hands ran over his chest. A finger brushing over the rosy bud and making it bounce ever so slightly.
God damn it, Yunho! Look away!
Do you not hear yourself? Are you fucking crazy??
LOOK AWAY, DAMN IT! LOOK AWAY YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING!
Completely unaware of the inner turmoil going through the teenager beside him, Jaejoong brushed his bangs to the side, lips pursing together as he blew a few wayward locks out of his eyes. His fingers trailed to the zipper of his navy blue trousers, pulling the metal piece down before unfastening the top button. Then pulling the belt free he tugged them down, letting the pants fall to the floor in a heap around his ankles.
Yunho lost his balance and stumbled against the side of a locker, ear scraping against the cold metal as his heart fluttered. The traitorous organ in his chest began to beat out a tune completely foreign to him. The rhythm irregular and so quick it might have been mistaken for a techno beat at a nightclub.
Briefs.
Jaejoong was wearing black briefs.
It was absolutely, most indubitably and most inscrutably unfair. What had he done to be tortured in such a vile and hideous way?
So tight…
So snug…
And then the fucking devil bent down.
Breathing long since becoming optional at this point, Yunho pinched as if his life dependent on it.
And in a certain regard, it did.
The black fabric stretched across the firm globes of flesh, outlining the contours and highlighting the divide like a flashing neon sign. It was drawn so tight across Jaejoong’s ass that Yunho didn’t need much of an imagination. If he stretched his neck just a little he could visualize the bulge of Jaejoong’s balls, resting snug against his body, the cotton fabric pressing into it and marking their precise location.
Oh god…oh god…I’m going to die….I’m going to fucking die right here, right now. Screw the damn internet! They have no fucking clue what they’re talking about!
Yunho inhaled sharply, eyes glued to Jaejoong’s briefs as the boy turned around and incidentally gave him a full frontal view.
There! There it was!
Yunho gaped, leaning heavily against the lockers as he stared deranged at the outlined bulge in those beautifully tight briefs. It was right there…it existed…the plague of his existence…
Jaejoong’s penis.
“Mmmphhgrff.”
Jaejoong pulled the t-shirt over his head, thrusting his arms through the holes before turning his head around; the hem of the shirt resting just at the level of his briefs, almost obstructing the outlined contours of his dick. Yunho's eyelids fluttered, balls growing heavy as he continued to stare like a middle aged pedophile.
“Did you say something?” Jaejoong cocked his head to the side, staring at Yunho intently. His cheeks tinged with the softest touches of rosy hue.
OH MY FUCKING GOD I BEG YOU, LOOK AWAY! STOP! MOVE YOUR STUPID FACE! EYES! SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT! FUCKING LOOK AWAY, DAMN IT! YOU’RE GOING TO GET CAUGHT!
“Uh…”
Jaejoong frowned, following Yunho's gaze. His eyes landed on his fallen navy trousers, lying in a crumple on the floor.
“Oh oops.” Jaejoong bent down once again, bare ivory thighs flashing Yunho along with his equally alluring backside.
Yunho gaped, his nails digging into his thigh proving to be all but useless when he really needed them. The blood from his brain had long since accumulated in his groin, sparking an all too familiar ache to reverberate through his balls and cock. It throbbed like a ringing siren. Letting every fiber of his being know just how displeased it was to be put in this situation for the hundredth time this week. With no beacon of hope riding the skirts of the horizon to issue some desperate relief to his hardening shaft.
Surely this was some sort of evil curse left behind to plague his family. Maybe one of his ancestors had angered a shaman or sorceress. Hell if he knew. But Yunho was almost one hundred percent certain that none of this was his fault.
Jaejoong folded his uniform and put it back on the bench before reaching over and grabbing his maroon track pants, swiftly sliding them over his calves.
“You should hurry up.” He said off handedly as he snapped the elastic waistband and bent down to slip his feet into his sneakers.
Straightening to his full height, Jaejoong glanced towards a wild looking Yunho, graced him with a brilliant smile before giving a small hand wave and rushing off. “See you after school, Changmin!”
Gone was the vexing enigma otherwise known as Kim Jaejoong.
In his place stood Shim Changmin, one eyebrow raised and a socked foot tapping against the cold floor. His expression unreadable as he took in Yunho's lost look. He cleared his throat, hoping it would have some affect on the otherwise stunned senior.
“Shit.” Yunho groaned coming to his senses and realizing he had yet to finish changing into his gym clothes.
Brain having been completely lost in another world he raced to pull his pants off, only brought back to his current situation when Changmin called out, eyes wide as saucers as he took in the state of Yunho's thighs.
“Jesus Fucking CHRIST!” He stared hard at the bruises and red welts littering the teenager’s thighs. “What the hell is that? Bug bites?” Changmin asked in horror, completely missing the slight bulge visible through the pair of plaid boxers.
“Huh?” Yunho answered back, pulling a t-shirt over his bare chest before grabbing at the maroon track pants.
“Those things!” Changmin pointed at a particularly large red welt on Yunho's right leg.
Yunho looked down at himself, cursing when he saw the battle scars littering his skin in vain. “Uh…it’s nothing.”
“Like hell it is!” Changmin whispered back furiously in alarm, eyes still glued to the marks. “Shit…what happened? Are those bed bug bites? Do you have bed bugs? Fuck…if you have bed bugs keep your crap away from me! My mother will skin me alive if I bring those home.”
“They aren’t bug bites,” Yunho grunted, pulling his pants up before bending down and shoving his feet into a pair of sneakers. While silently pleading with his dick, begging for the erection to go down before he went out in public.
Sliding around Yunho to get his shoes, Changmin voiced in concern, “Then what are they?”
“My attempts at self control.”
And with that said Yunho closed his locker and dashed out of the changing room leaving a somewhat boggled Changmin behind. The younger teen attempting to put on his sneakers while following the other out, cursing under his breath as he stumbled.
A ring had already formed around the gym teacher. The built man was sporting a royal purple tracksuit as was his custom, accessorized by the stereotypical silver whistle around his neck. When the last few stragglers huddled in he raised his hand for attention, bushy eyebrows coming together as he parted his lips.
“Ten laps around the gym and then pair up with a partner for stretches!”
Like a perfect faction of battle worn soldiers, the group of seniors silently began to break into a jog. The more athletic students taking the lead while the rest trailed sullenly behind. Yunho and Changmin stayed side by side, keeping their pace nice and even as their rubber soles slapped against the wooden floors. Focusing solely on his breathing Yunho somehow managed to get the blood previously accumulated in his nether regions to circle back up into the rest of his veins. His forehead beaded with sweat as he tried to keep his focus off anything related to Jaejoong. So determined was he that the poor bastard nearly broke his own foot when he looked up from the floor, eyes landing on the set of recently acquainted with bouncing globes.
“Woah!” Changmin reflexively reached out to steady Yunho, fingers digging into the teen’s bare forearm.
“Oh for the love of god,” Yunho pleaded in a whisper, eyes closing while he leaned a bit on Changmin, feet refusing to yield to his will. “…for the love of fucking god…”
“What?” Changmin scrunched his brow in confusion. “Are you okay?”
“No,” Yunho shook his head. Forcing his feet to move forwards and continue jogging. “No…nope can’t say that I am.”
Changmin frowned, thinking something was definitely the matter. He furrowed his forehead, examining Yunho carefully. The teen looked as if hell had rained down on him. Eyes wide and disbelieving, mouth parted in what looked like a silent scream for help. Not to mention the stiffness of the older boy’s muscles. They had gone hard as a rock.
Jaejoong hearing the commotion turned around, eyes landing on a limping Yunho. Concerned he stopped short, turning his body around and jogging back to the two boys.
“Are you okay, Yunho?” Jaejoong’s face displayed his emotions quite vividly, the worry for his well being plain as day on his face.
Distracted by the sudden close proximity between them, Yunho found himself unable to form a coherent response. “Uh………uhhh…”
“What is wrong with you?” Changmin asked a little forcefully, growing more irritated after his survey of the teen concluded with absolute nothing. “You’ve been really weird all day today…nah, scratch that…you’ve been acting strange for the past few weeks!”
At that Jaejoong’s ear perked in interest. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Changmin grumbled, finally falling back into a jog after a rather displeased look was thrown at them by the behemoth in purple. “Just a few days ago he literally jumped and ran away during lunch for no absolute reason! Lunch! The best part of the day!”
Yunho's heart leaped into his throat, adrenaline kicking into full gear as he hurried to clamp a hand over his friend’s rather runaway mouth. “Changmin!”
Biting the offending fingers, Changmin effectively removed them from his face as he sidled up closer to Jaejoong in their jog, rather eager to share his mind’s thoughts with a willing ear. “It’s weird I tell you. He’s constantly zoning out! And because of that he keeps borrowing my notes!” Turning his head towards Yunho he gives the older teen quite the disapproving look. “Fuck if I know what’s gotten him in such a twist. All he does is stare out the damn window all day. You’d think he was contemplating how to solve world hunger or something.”
Curiously Jaejoong transferred his gaze to Yunho, analyzing him silently.
At that moment, all Yunho wanted to do was sprint away into the distance. Sail through the gym doors and keep running until he was far, far away from the madness that plagued him. He gulped, irises frozen in place as Jaejoong surveyed him. Those sinfully wide ebony eyes boring into his face, taking note of each detail so thoroughly that one felt extremely naked under their beseeching gaze. Of course, Yunho's thoughts began skipping elsewhere as those eyes lowered to study the rest of him. With difficulty he breathed through his nose, feet turning at the bend automatically. He couldn’t tear his gaze away, especially when that teasing tongue peaked out of the other’s mouth. Skirting Jaejoong’s bottom lip as the boy jogged, arms swinging lazily by his sides. Images of the teen writhing near to naked in his tight briefs flashed in the theater of Yunho’s mind. Those lean ivory legs spread and muscles tight, waiting for him in anticipation.
Fuck.
Viciously Yunho pinched his thigh, nails digging into his abused flesh in efforts to stop the erotic thoughts in their tracks. He was not about to let himself grow aroused. Not again.
Especially when Jaejoong’s eyes had yet to leave him.
“Yunho, what the hell?” Changmin’s incredulous tone instantly brought him out of the depths of drowning in his own pool of perverseness.
“Huh?”
“Is that what it’s from?” Changmin asked boggled. Clearly at a loss as he grabbed Yunho's arm and pulled it away from the crazed individual. Daring to ask the incredulous, “Are you p-pinching yourself? Do you have some sort of weird fetish?!”
“NO! It’s not like that!” Yunho hurriedly went to explain, witnessing the raising of eyebrows on Jaejoong’s end.
God this was not happening. Jaejoong would think him some kind of fucking masochist or something.
Shit, the guy was already stepping to the side. Increasing the distance between them in small increments.
“I-I…uh have a rash! A rash!” Yunho blurted the first thing that came to mind, brain only catching up to his word vomit after the fact.
Fucking hell…rash? Why the hell would you pinch a rash? Rashes are itchy, you idiot!
“That was no rash,” Changmin’s face morphed into a more concerned expression. “Rashes are like little pebbly dots. You’ve got welts the size of my pinky print!”
“Maybe you should go see the nurse, Yunho.” Jaejoong said a little worriedly, brows creased.
Please could the floor just open up and swallow him whole?
Yunho just wanted to disappear. Become one with the wind and just tumble through the city streets, invisible to the eye.
Embarrassment?
-Check
Mortification?
-Check that too
Managing to look like a complete idiot?
-Executed perfectly
What other horrid debacle could befall him in the next five minutes?
Yunho dared not think about it.
“-food too.”
Having zipped off into his own world once again, Yunho only caught the last bit of the conversation between Jaejoong and Changmin. “Huh?”
Changmin turned his head, expression bland. “Nothing.”
“Nothing really,” Jaejoong shrugged, shoulders moving fluidly. “I was just telling Changmin I’d be making food so we could just go straight to my place.”
“W-What?” Yunho struggled to ask, heart fluttering.
Changmin rolled his eyes. “See? What did I tell you? He’s spacing out again! AGAIN!” Peeved, Changmin increased the pace. In consequence causing the other two to hurry and catch up.
“Changmin-ah…” Yunho licked his lips, missing the way Jaejoong’s eyes zeroed in on that particular movement. Too absorbed in divulging the vital points of the conversation he had missed when he’d been busy berating himself over his own stupidity.
“I’ve already told you,” Changmin grumbled, feet falling a little harder against the gym floor. “I’m helping Jaejoong out with his English today. As I have been for the past three weeks.” Sullenly, Changmin cast Yunho a hurt look. “Are we friends? Because sometimes I question this.” He motioned with his hands between them to validate his point.
An indescribable shiver ran down Yunho's spine at the news. His ears twitching as he wrapped his mind around the fact. “You are tutoring him,” he pointed to the jogging Jaejoong. “…in English?”
“Yes.”
“But you suck at English!” Yunho barked, jealously rearing its ugly head rather swimmingly. “That is like your worst subject. EVER.”
“Didn’t you fail the last pop quiz?” Changmin drawled, hyper aware of the way Jaejoong was staring at the both of them.
“Uh…t-that was because I didn’t prepare.” Yunho stumbled, eyes quickly darting to see how Jaejoong took the statement.
He wasn’t an idiot. It’s just that Jaejoong was unintentionally turning him into one by simply existing.
“You couldn’t be prepared,” Changmin grunted, a small smirk gracing his lips as he cast a sly glance at his frazzled friend. All those weeks of pondering finally coming to fruition as he realized what exactly had been plaguing the usually stoic and perfect Yunho.
“If I knew we were going to have one I’d have done well.” Yunho blurted. Then internally kicked himself. What is wrong with me? NOBODY KNOWS WHEN THERE WILL BE A POP QUIZ! You’re making yourself look like moron! Just shut up! Shut up! “I’m just really distracted lately.”
“Oh?” Changmin pulled on his t-shirt as they made a turn. “Could it be your sudden interest in Meteorology? You’ve been staring out the class window with such unparallel fascination I thought maybe you found your calling.”
And cue the nervous sweating.
Yunho inhaled sharply, mouth going slack jawed as Changmin threw him a knowing look, lips parting to voice his observations of the recently acquired habits of one Jung Yunho. “It’s either that or you’ve found something to stare at with a particular stalker like finesse.”
Completely confused Jaejoong furrowed his brow, trying to determine if he was missing something.
Meanwhile Yunho was trying to decide if he wanted to either beat the shit out of Changmin or praise the divine for the small olive branch thrown his way.
Ending their tenth lap around the gym, Yunho grabbed Changmin by the arm and dragged him away, issuing a hurried nod to the still befuddled Jaejoong. When he had gained a safe enough distance from his temptation, he pushed Changmin down, signaling him to get on the floor and start the forty crunches first. Surprisingly enough Changmin voiced no objections at being so roughly manhandled. His only expression was a well reflected look in his eyes that clearly stated ‘I fucking know everything.’
“What was all that?” Yunho growled, holding Changmin’s feet down as the teenager pressed his arms to his chest.
“What do you mean?” Changmin cocked his head, sitting up and pulling off the look of innocence quite spectacularly.
No. this wasn’t going to fly.
Now a master of inflicting the world’s most vicious pinch, Yunho decided to demonstrate his expertise quite eagerly. Leaning forwards he captured the covered skin of Changmin’s under thigh and twisted.
“OWW!” Changmin howled, shooting up off the floor in a perfect ninety degree angle.
Satisfied to an extent, Yunho shifted, beckoning the younger teen to share his newfound wisdom.
“Damn it, Yunho!” Changmin rubbed his leg, trying to ease away the sting.
“Changmin,” he said seriously, eyes showing no laughter. “What was that?”
“What?” Changmin glumly retorted, still rubbing his injured thigh. “The window? The pinching?”
“Everything.” Yunho stressed, his insides mimicking a traveling circus. “…T-The…h-how…”
“Oh,” Changmin stopped, eyes drifting to the horror filled face of his best friend. “You mean how I know about Jaejoong?”
Die.
He just wanted to die.
“Y-Yes.”
Changmin frowned a little, eyes coming to meet with Yunho's almond ones. “Well…I just got it. Though I’ve been suspecting something along those lines…” Changmin lowered himself back down onto the floor. “You’ve been acting strange for a while…I’ve told you…and you kept staring out that damn window..and then you pinched…well I put two and two together…self control…Jaejoong…you being weird…him sitting by the window.” Changmin sat up, breathing in through his nose. “Truthfully…I’ve always thought you were a bit…well….you know…” he paused, biting his lip. “…um…a bit…well I’m just glad that it’s not me you’re thinking of boning-Woah!”
Having been completely relying on Yunho holding him steady he was not the least bit ready for when the older teen let go.
Yunho buried his face in his hands mortified. “Fuck. Fuck!”
“H-Hey!” Changmin cried, wincing as he looked upon his skinned elbow.
“I’m cursed,” Yunho mumbled to himself. Already deciding to seek out some professional help of an alternative variety. “I’m not gay…I’m not…I fucking swear.”
A glare from the gym teacher was thrown in their direction. Both boys immediately resumed their earlier position. Yunho squeezing his eyes shut and Changmin awkwardly trying to think of something to say.
“Okay…Yunho?”
“I’m not,” Yunho shook his head firmly. “I swear I’m not, Changmin!”
The younger man frowned, seeing the distress in the other’s eyes.
“It’s just him! I don’t know why! I’m not like this! This isn’t me!”
“Yah,” Changmin hit him across the arm lightly. “Calm down.”
“I can’t.” Yunho shuddered, teeth digging into his tongue. “You don’t understand, Changmin-ah. I can’t live like this…I-I…I fucking want him so bad it’s driving me crazy! I want to fuck him so bad my balls ache.” He whispered furiously.
“OKAY.” Changmin widened his eyes in shock, mouth dropping open. “Let’s draw a line here.” He shook his head to try and dispel the sudden image that popped into his brain. “Please abstain from describing anything of that variety ever again.”
“Changmin-ah,” Yunho all but cried, exhausted. “I can’t do this anymore…I’m so fucking tired. You don’t get it…I jerked off in the bathroom because I thought I was going to die!”
“AAAAND the line, Yunho! THE LINE!”
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“Jaejoong,” Donghae winced, unable to feel his toes any longer. He called the older boy again, trying to attract his attention from where it was currently centered across the gym. “Jaejoong hyung!”
“Huh?” Two eyes turned towards him, distracted and a little vexed at being pulled from whatever it was they were staring at.
“Can you move a little please,” Donghae begged, sweat on his forehead. “You’re crushing my toes.”
Jaejoong instantly jumped off the other’s feet. Apologies sailing out of his mouth like a whirlwind. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
Donghae winced, feeling the blood rush down in a wave. “I-It’s okay.”
Chapter 3