[fic] low light; mercury morning
low light; mercury morning
R - Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Jaejoong/Changmin
1897ws.
note: Inspired by nivani 's amazing amazing graphics post here.
"I want him," Jaejoong says, almost offhandedly.
"Hmm?" Yoochun looks up from his newspaper, feels his glasses slipping down his nose. Jaejoong leans over and pushes them back up.
Jaejoong makes little gestures that always bring him front and center to Yoochun’s attention. He wonders if he does it on purpose, if he knows. He’s sure he does. Jaejoong always knows more than he lets on. Yoochun watches him sit back, pause.
He seems to have drifted in his thoughts, something that happens easily and often. Yoochun makes a soft expectant sound, and Jaejoong focuses back to him.
"Him, I want him," he repeats, this time with a gesture across the hotel restaurant.
Yoochun turns, and he can tell who Jaejoong is talking about immediately. The other man did always have an affinity to those that looked a little out of place, much like himself.
The boy is tall and thin, lean like he's not been getting enough to eat, but works enough to keep the muscle on. He’s wearing the ridiculous red tailored uniform every employee in the hotel wears, but he's wearing it with a smooth grace that Yoochun knows his models would kill to copy. His jet black hair is bright against the red of his coat, and it's long, overly long, brushing the top of his shoulder. Yoochun wonders why the hotel that prides themselves on cleanliness and orderliness has hired a boy like this, until he sees the owner of the hotel come to a sit in the bar.
He had talked to the other man late last night, securing the best room for Jaejoong and himself, and he's not a man easily forgotten. Tall and built as if he's meant for a life outdoors, not behind a desk, Jung Yunho carries a presence that seems to make everything in his vicinity slow and pause.
The boy Jaejoong has his sights on seems to feel the presence, because he looks up from the woman he's taking an order for and finds Jung easily. They share a look before the boy goes easily back to his order.
It’s no longer then a few seconds, Yoochun’s sure no one would've noticed but himself. He knows that look, because he knows he and Jaejoong have shared it enough, but with noticeably less covertness.
Ah, he thinks.
He turns back to Jaejoong, who's most likely noticed nothing, as he's focused on the boy, and the boy alone.
"You’ll have to fight for him." Yoochun looks back down to his newspaper.
"Why?" Jaejoong leans his elbows against the table, leans in. His hair is a dulled blond this week and it looks good on him, as does everything else. Yoochun misses the yellow blond that had first caught his attention.
Yoochun gestures offhandedly to the man sitting at the bar. "He’s Jung’s, and I’d like to not cause a scene in this city. I happen to like Seoul."
Jaejoong opens his mouth, eyes going softly unfocused in a way that makes Yoochun want to kiss him. Or punch him. He can never tell the difference. "But I want him..." he says almost petulantly.
"You want everyone. You wanted Junsu, now look where he's at."
Jaejoong shrugs, tunes back in. "Junsu was different. He was... fragile. Not of body, but of mind. That was my fault, I should've known he was too weak." His voice takes on the soft motherly tone it always does when they talk about Junsu.
Yoochun, Yoochun hadn't loved Junsu, but he could have. He could've loved the ridiculous laughter and the annoying optimism. But Jaejoong had pushed too hard, too soon, and they'd lost him.
"That boy is different." Jaejoong’s voice is determined, and Yoochun leaves his thoughts of the past to sigh.
---
Yoochun spends the day going over stocks, reading faxed reports, meeting people. He meets one particular man who seems to know everything there is to know about Jung Yunho.
"He’s vicious," the red-head says with a wave of his hand and an inhale of his cigarette. "He doesn't seem it, but he's a good actor. He’s built his hotels from the ground up. He’s been in everything you can think of. Drugs, prostitution, the works." He leans in, eyes gleaming. "That man has only one weakness."
Yoochun leans in as well. "Which is-?"
The red-head laughs. "I’m pretty sure you've seen the boy downstairs, the waiter. All legs and that thick black hair?"
Yoochun thinks of Jaejoong, and nods.
"Shim Changmin, is his name. He’s just turned 19 and he's a genius. Yunho’s taking him through college, with a job at the hotel, and a job in his bed."
"Are they in love?"
The red-head blinks. "What?"
Yoochun sighs. He hates repeating himself. "Are. They. In. Love?"
A burst of laughter, a shake of hair. "Of course not. They’re fuck buddies, helping each other out. Everyone knows that the boy hates his guts, but Yunho won’t let him go."
---
Jaejoong makes a quiet sound as Yoochun rocks above him. "D’you- d’you find out about the boy?" A tilt of his hips up and Yoochun shudders.
"Later Jaejoong, fucking later-"
Jaejoong cuts him off with his mouth and a twist of his wrist and Yoochun doesn't think of anything but heat.
---
Yoochun corners the boy in a spot where he knows the cameras don't catch. The boy is a good few centimeters taller than him. He looks down at Yoochun with a quiet expectancy that belies his age. "Yes? Can I help you, sir?" The “sir” is said with a tiny tiny twitch of his lips, and Yoochun thinks he might be in love.
"Jung Yunho."
The boy's face smooths out more than Yoochun would've thought possible, and he looks over Yoochun’s shoulder, around them. "What about him?"
"Do you want to leave him?" Yoochun presses closer.
The boy's eyes are sharp as he takes in Yoochun. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He fucking hates repeating himself.
Yoochun presses closer still, braces his hands on either side of the boy's head. He doesn't say a word, just stares, and finally the boy sighs, looks away.
"Yes."
Yoochun kisses him, bruising and hard and the boy is oh so pliant against him. "Room 1706, midnight. Can you make it?"
The boy runs his tongue against his bottom lip, already slick from Yoochun’s mouth. He nods.
---
"I have a surprise for you." Yoochun drapes himself against Jaejoong’s back. Jaejoong has been playing the same computer game for five hours straight, but he turns away from it instantly with Yoochun’s words.
"The boy?"
Yoochun gives him an indulgent smile. "I spoil you too much."
Jaejoong laughs, wraps his arms around Yoochun’s shoulders. He pulls him close, mouth against his neck. "Because you love me... I knew you'd get him for me. What about Jung?"
Yoochun shrugs. "What about him? He doesn't matter right now. We’ll deal with him later."
Jaejoong just smiles. Yoochun knows he's not worried, he's never worried.
The doorbell rings.
---
Changmin is better than Yoochun would've thought. He's submissive and dominate both; he lets Jaejoong fuck him face down into the mattress, crying out and arching back, then pushes Yoochun against the wall and takes him with a wild glint in his eyes.
Yoochun can't remember the last time he had this much sex- no, yes he can.
Brazil, three weeks ago. After dropping the girl off, what was her name? Boah? Boah. Small and thin, a dancer with a taste for danger. They’d left her in Florida after two months together. She still called once in a while, and Jaejoong tells her about the places they'd been, the people they've fallen in love with. Boah tells him about the settlement money from the husband's death and the jewelry she buys with it. The call always ends with a quiet thanks.
"What are you thinking about?" Changmin is cradled back against Jaejoong’s chest, and his eyes are light-bright in the dark. Yoochun presses close to him, runs his finger against Changmin’s hip.
"Where do you want to go tomorrow? Anywhere in the world, I’ll take you there."
Changmin’s bright smile is disbelieving. "Paris. Its clichéd, but I’ve always wanted to go to Paris."
Jaejoong’s voice is a murmur muffled by Changmin’s hair. "I’ll kiss you at the tower. Midnight tomorrow."
Yoochun knows Changmin doesn't believe them. He can picture perfectly the bruises down Changmin’s back that he'd walked into the room with.
---
Yoochun and Jaejoong leave Changmin sleeping in bed, early dawn. They pull on clothes between kisses to each other, hands across hair and skin.
The gun Jaejoong presses into Yoochun’s hand is warm and familiar.
It’s easy, familiar. It’s routine, but the small rush never fails to slip down Yoochun’s back. He remembers the first time. He remembers Jaejoong curled into a corner of the room, the winter chill that seeped in, the man’s wide eyes before Yoochun had pulled the trigger. Only seventeen and that had been the first thing he had ever been sure about.
Jaejoong wakes Jung with a pat to his cheek.
They slip out as easy as they came in, arms around each other's back. They have time to undress and buy plane tickets before Changmin wakes up.
"Paris?" he murmurs sleepily against Yoochun’s shoulder.
"Paris."
---
"Jung Yunho, the youngest hotel owner in Seoul, was found dead in his hotel room early this morning. We have received confirmation that it was a homicide, and police are quickly working on a list of subjects..."
"...uncovered evidence that Jung was involved in major criminal activities, up to and including prostitution, drugs, and even human slavery. The authorities now believe that the murder was done by someone seeking revenge of some sort..."
"A man was arrested today for the murder of Jung Yunho. The police have discovered the murder weapon in his room, and the man, whose identity has not yet been released, has apparently confessed to the crime..."
---
"But how did you get that man to confess?" Changmin is sprawled on his stomach in the hotel room, watching the news intently. Jaejoong is playing a computer game; he's silent but he looks up occasionally to smile at them.
Yoochun abandons paperwork to stretch out against Changmin, lips brushing down the line of his spine. The bruises are fading quickly. "He owed us a favor. It’ll be fine, a friend is getting him the best attorneys. He’ll get off with an insanity plea."
Changmin laughs, flips over and pulls Yoochun over him. "You’re so smart."
Yoochun rolls his eyes, looks up and meets Jaejoong’s eyes. "He’s already getting cocky."
Jaejoong shrugs. "I like him."
Yoochun wonders how long it'll last. It’s never lasted for more than six months, and that was Junsu, poor broken Junsu by the end of it all.
Changmin touches his cheek like he knows what he's thinking, and smiles.
"I want him," Changmin says with a small grin. He gestures when Jaejoong and Yoochun look over. Yoochun files away the boy's face in his mind before he turns back to his breakfast.
R - Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Jaejoong/Changmin
1897ws.
note: Inspired by nivani 's amazing amazing graphics post here.
"I want him," Jaejoong says, almost offhandedly.
"Hmm?" Yoochun looks up from his newspaper, feels his glasses slipping down his nose. Jaejoong leans over and pushes them back up.
Jaejoong makes little gestures that always bring him front and center to Yoochun’s attention. He wonders if he does it on purpose, if he knows. He’s sure he does. Jaejoong always knows more than he lets on. Yoochun watches him sit back, pause.
He seems to have drifted in his thoughts, something that happens easily and often. Yoochun makes a soft expectant sound, and Jaejoong focuses back to him.
"Him, I want him," he repeats, this time with a gesture across the hotel restaurant.
Yoochun turns, and he can tell who Jaejoong is talking about immediately. The other man did always have an affinity to those that looked a little out of place, much like himself.
The boy is tall and thin, lean like he's not been getting enough to eat, but works enough to keep the muscle on. He’s wearing the ridiculous red tailored uniform every employee in the hotel wears, but he's wearing it with a smooth grace that Yoochun knows his models would kill to copy. His jet black hair is bright against the red of his coat, and it's long, overly long, brushing the top of his shoulder. Yoochun wonders why the hotel that prides themselves on cleanliness and orderliness has hired a boy like this, until he sees the owner of the hotel come to a sit in the bar.
He had talked to the other man late last night, securing the best room for Jaejoong and himself, and he's not a man easily forgotten. Tall and built as if he's meant for a life outdoors, not behind a desk, Jung Yunho carries a presence that seems to make everything in his vicinity slow and pause.
The boy Jaejoong has his sights on seems to feel the presence, because he looks up from the woman he's taking an order for and finds Jung easily. They share a look before the boy goes easily back to his order.
It’s no longer then a few seconds, Yoochun’s sure no one would've noticed but himself. He knows that look, because he knows he and Jaejoong have shared it enough, but with noticeably less covertness.
Ah, he thinks.
He turns back to Jaejoong, who's most likely noticed nothing, as he's focused on the boy, and the boy alone.
"You’ll have to fight for him." Yoochun looks back down to his newspaper.
"Why?" Jaejoong leans his elbows against the table, leans in. His hair is a dulled blond this week and it looks good on him, as does everything else. Yoochun misses the yellow blond that had first caught his attention.
Yoochun gestures offhandedly to the man sitting at the bar. "He’s Jung’s, and I’d like to not cause a scene in this city. I happen to like Seoul."
Jaejoong opens his mouth, eyes going softly unfocused in a way that makes Yoochun want to kiss him. Or punch him. He can never tell the difference. "But I want him..." he says almost petulantly.
"You want everyone. You wanted Junsu, now look where he's at."
Jaejoong shrugs, tunes back in. "Junsu was different. He was... fragile. Not of body, but of mind. That was my fault, I should've known he was too weak." His voice takes on the soft motherly tone it always does when they talk about Junsu.
Yoochun, Yoochun hadn't loved Junsu, but he could have. He could've loved the ridiculous laughter and the annoying optimism. But Jaejoong had pushed too hard, too soon, and they'd lost him.
"That boy is different." Jaejoong’s voice is determined, and Yoochun leaves his thoughts of the past to sigh.
---
Yoochun spends the day going over stocks, reading faxed reports, meeting people. He meets one particular man who seems to know everything there is to know about Jung Yunho.
"He’s vicious," the red-head says with a wave of his hand and an inhale of his cigarette. "He doesn't seem it, but he's a good actor. He’s built his hotels from the ground up. He’s been in everything you can think of. Drugs, prostitution, the works." He leans in, eyes gleaming. "That man has only one weakness."
Yoochun leans in as well. "Which is-?"
The red-head laughs. "I’m pretty sure you've seen the boy downstairs, the waiter. All legs and that thick black hair?"
Yoochun thinks of Jaejoong, and nods.
"Shim Changmin, is his name. He’s just turned 19 and he's a genius. Yunho’s taking him through college, with a job at the hotel, and a job in his bed."
"Are they in love?"
The red-head blinks. "What?"
Yoochun sighs. He hates repeating himself. "Are. They. In. Love?"
A burst of laughter, a shake of hair. "Of course not. They’re fuck buddies, helping each other out. Everyone knows that the boy hates his guts, but Yunho won’t let him go."
---
Jaejoong makes a quiet sound as Yoochun rocks above him. "D’you- d’you find out about the boy?" A tilt of his hips up and Yoochun shudders.
"Later Jaejoong, fucking later-"
Jaejoong cuts him off with his mouth and a twist of his wrist and Yoochun doesn't think of anything but heat.
---
Yoochun corners the boy in a spot where he knows the cameras don't catch. The boy is a good few centimeters taller than him. He looks down at Yoochun with a quiet expectancy that belies his age. "Yes? Can I help you, sir?" The “sir” is said with a tiny tiny twitch of his lips, and Yoochun thinks he might be in love.
"Jung Yunho."
The boy's face smooths out more than Yoochun would've thought possible, and he looks over Yoochun’s shoulder, around them. "What about him?"
"Do you want to leave him?" Yoochun presses closer.
The boy's eyes are sharp as he takes in Yoochun. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He fucking hates repeating himself.
Yoochun presses closer still, braces his hands on either side of the boy's head. He doesn't say a word, just stares, and finally the boy sighs, looks away.
"Yes."
Yoochun kisses him, bruising and hard and the boy is oh so pliant against him. "Room 1706, midnight. Can you make it?"
The boy runs his tongue against his bottom lip, already slick from Yoochun’s mouth. He nods.
---
"I have a surprise for you." Yoochun drapes himself against Jaejoong’s back. Jaejoong has been playing the same computer game for five hours straight, but he turns away from it instantly with Yoochun’s words.
"The boy?"
Yoochun gives him an indulgent smile. "I spoil you too much."
Jaejoong laughs, wraps his arms around Yoochun’s shoulders. He pulls him close, mouth against his neck. "Because you love me... I knew you'd get him for me. What about Jung?"
Yoochun shrugs. "What about him? He doesn't matter right now. We’ll deal with him later."
Jaejoong just smiles. Yoochun knows he's not worried, he's never worried.
The doorbell rings.
---
Changmin is better than Yoochun would've thought. He's submissive and dominate both; he lets Jaejoong fuck him face down into the mattress, crying out and arching back, then pushes Yoochun against the wall and takes him with a wild glint in his eyes.
Yoochun can't remember the last time he had this much sex- no, yes he can.
Brazil, three weeks ago. After dropping the girl off, what was her name? Boah? Boah. Small and thin, a dancer with a taste for danger. They’d left her in Florida after two months together. She still called once in a while, and Jaejoong tells her about the places they'd been, the people they've fallen in love with. Boah tells him about the settlement money from the husband's death and the jewelry she buys with it. The call always ends with a quiet thanks.
"What are you thinking about?" Changmin is cradled back against Jaejoong’s chest, and his eyes are light-bright in the dark. Yoochun presses close to him, runs his finger against Changmin’s hip.
"Where do you want to go tomorrow? Anywhere in the world, I’ll take you there."
Changmin’s bright smile is disbelieving. "Paris. Its clichéd, but I’ve always wanted to go to Paris."
Jaejoong’s voice is a murmur muffled by Changmin’s hair. "I’ll kiss you at the tower. Midnight tomorrow."
Yoochun knows Changmin doesn't believe them. He can picture perfectly the bruises down Changmin’s back that he'd walked into the room with.
---
Yoochun and Jaejoong leave Changmin sleeping in bed, early dawn. They pull on clothes between kisses to each other, hands across hair and skin.
The gun Jaejoong presses into Yoochun’s hand is warm and familiar.
It’s easy, familiar. It’s routine, but the small rush never fails to slip down Yoochun’s back. He remembers the first time. He remembers Jaejoong curled into a corner of the room, the winter chill that seeped in, the man’s wide eyes before Yoochun had pulled the trigger. Only seventeen and that had been the first thing he had ever been sure about.
Jaejoong wakes Jung with a pat to his cheek.
They slip out as easy as they came in, arms around each other's back. They have time to undress and buy plane tickets before Changmin wakes up.
"Paris?" he murmurs sleepily against Yoochun’s shoulder.
"Paris."
---
"Jung Yunho, the youngest hotel owner in Seoul, was found dead in his hotel room early this morning. We have received confirmation that it was a homicide, and police are quickly working on a list of subjects..."
"...uncovered evidence that Jung was involved in major criminal activities, up to and including prostitution, drugs, and even human slavery. The authorities now believe that the murder was done by someone seeking revenge of some sort..."
"A man was arrested today for the murder of Jung Yunho. The police have discovered the murder weapon in his room, and the man, whose identity has not yet been released, has apparently confessed to the crime..."
---
"But how did you get that man to confess?" Changmin is sprawled on his stomach in the hotel room, watching the news intently. Jaejoong is playing a computer game; he's silent but he looks up occasionally to smile at them.
Yoochun abandons paperwork to stretch out against Changmin, lips brushing down the line of his spine. The bruises are fading quickly. "He owed us a favor. It’ll be fine, a friend is getting him the best attorneys. He’ll get off with an insanity plea."
Changmin laughs, flips over and pulls Yoochun over him. "You’re so smart."
Yoochun rolls his eyes, looks up and meets Jaejoong’s eyes. "He’s already getting cocky."
Jaejoong shrugs. "I like him."
Yoochun wonders how long it'll last. It’s never lasted for more than six months, and that was Junsu, poor broken Junsu by the end of it all.
Changmin touches his cheek like he knows what he's thinking, and smiles.
"I want him," Changmin says with a small grin. He gestures when Jaejoong and Yoochun look over. Yoochun files away the boy's face in his mind before he turns back to his breakfast.