what kind of kiss do you like?
"What kind of kiss do you like?"
"I like satan kiss... satang kiss."
JYJ MBN interview
사 탕 c a n d y k i s s
yoosu
“What kind of kiss do you desire most?” asks Yoochun to his best friend, one spring afternoon as he and Junsu sway on the swings of an empty playground.
Nose clogged with snot and throat hoarse from his dreadful allergy to flower pollens, Junsu barely manages to answer Yoochun’s question with a snort: “Satan* kiss.”
Before Junsu can even clear his throat and revise his mistake, Yoochun is already roaring from a seizure of cackles, legs flying in the air and thin arms flapping about.
“What the hell?!” shouts Junsu after Yoochun nearly throws off Junsu’s balance through his laughing fit. When the baritone only continues to laugh at Junsu, the redhead takes it in his hands to punch and shove and push the man beside him until Yoochun tumbles down onto soft sand.
Junsu makes a self-righteous grin as he imagines Yoochun’s bewilderment. Quite the opposite of Junsu’s assumption, however, Yoochun isn’t riled in the least. When the younger man glances down, he finds Yoochun beaming up at him, the corners of the singer’s brown eyes crinkling in that oh-so-familiar eye smile of his.
Yoochun reaches up to pull Junsu down. Momentarily surprised by the brunette’s action, Junsu falls onto the messy mounds of piled grains. Fortunately, Yoochun manages to twist Junsu in the right direction so that the redhead doesn’t end up with a mouth full of dirt.
“Park Yoo- mmph!”
Said man rolls on top of Junsu, straddling the shorter figure and pressing his supple lips against the other’s beneath him. With a grind of his narrow hips, he has Junsu gasping out in startled pleasure. Yoochun takes advantage of his victim’s open mouth and slides in a piece of unfinished cough drop that he had been sucking on earlier.
Upon the taste of bitter sweet medicine, Junsu’s fingers automatically latch into Yoochun’s soft hair. He leans forward and deepens the kiss. Tongues meet. Twin moans erupt.
The slightest clamor interrupts their heated session; they look around the playground, finding nothing but the gentle breeze shifting an aluminum soda can.
This time, Junsu is the first to laugh breathily, his chocolate eyes twinkling with mirth. He sits up, nuzzles his nose into Yoochun’s pale neck, and smacks a damp kiss onto the older man’s cheek.
“Cough drops are not candy.”
“Then I’ll just have to give you the right kiss later, won’t I?”
* A/N: Junsu mispronounces 'satang,' meaning 'candy' in Korean; instead he says 'satan' as in the devil Satan.
"I like bathtub kiss."
"Bathtub kiss? You mean kissing the bathtub?"
JYJ MBN interview
목욕 가운 b a t h t u b k i s s
yunjae
Jaejoong is basking in his daily night soak when he spies a human-shaped shadow casted on one of his bathroom walls. Terrified, he grabs the closest available item - which happens to be a bottle of vanilla-scented shampoo.
‘Please say it’s just a fan. Please say it’s just a fan,’ repeats the singer desperately. He is aware that there are often saesangs stalking the corners of his home, but none of them have ever actually ventured inside his house while he was there. As much as a menace they are, Jaejoong would rather the strange shadow belong to a female fan than a serial killer, which had been reported on the loose around his neighborhood.
When the sound of footsteps nears, Jaejoong readies his inconvenient weapon, stance rigid.
“Jae-”
Squirt!
Two seconds later, a familiar beat of laughter travels to Jaejoong’s ears.
Yunho.
The blonde practically sags into his bathtub with relief.
“Silly boo,” chuckles the dancer, now standing a mere three feet away from Jaejoong. “Aiming shampoo at a man’s chest won’t kill him, you know?”
“You fucking scared me!” snaps Jaejoong, throwing a hard glare at his younger band mate. “Next time, call me before you come.”
“I did call; you didn’t answer,” replies Yunho with a shrug.
“W-well, of course, I wouldn’t! Who calls at 3 AM, anyways?” retorts the man in the tub, glancing away from Yunho’s teasing gaze.
Yunho doesn’t respond to Jaejoong’s impractical complaint but smiles in amusement when Jaejoong flushes a bright crimson. Growing increasingly mortified by his predicament, the pale man hides his blushing face behind foam-covered hands. Yunho’s grin only expands upon witnessing his lover’s adorable action.
“You’re too cute, Jaejoong-ah,” coos Yunho, prying Jaejoong’s fingers away and thumbing the small traces of bubbles on Jaejoong’s lips into warm water. Leaning down, he captures Jaejoong’s pout into his and climbs inside the tub - clothes and all - to share what will be a very long bath.
うかうかしてたらやばいって 誰よりも熱いのに
ukaukashitetara yabaitte dareyorimo atsuinoni
it’s risky if i’m not paying any attention, though my passion is deeper than anyone
TVXQ - I Don't Know
소다 s o d a k i s s
homin
Pant, pant.
Worn out and ready to collapse onto the wooden floor of SM’s training room, Yunho simply can not wait until his schedule is over. Usually, one would say ‘until the day is over,’ but in this case, the young man’s ‘day’ exceeds past early morning and late evening.
He knows he’ll have to pull yet another all-nighter to practice ice-skating with Claudia, a.k.a Cla, the half-Swiss, half-Korean teenage girl he’d gotten to know from Kim Yuna’s Kiss and Cry variety show. The pressure of needing to win first place had grown with Cla’s persistent hope that they’d rise to the top of the show despite Yunho’s hectic scheduling.
“Hyung, I know you said you wanted to be called a hard worker, but you’re overexerting yourself,” remarks a tall man, strolling to Yunho. He hands his partner a bottle of Pepsi Nex - the particular brand of soda the duo had recently promoted in Japan.
Yunho sighs, rejecting the drink. He attempts a half-hearted smile. “I’ll be fine.”
“Will you?” responds Changmin. He bends his knees and sits cross-legged in front of Yunho.
"Yeah."
There’s a pregnant pause between them with Yunho looking at Changmin and Changmin looking at the ground.
Changmin is the first to disrupt the silence.
“I’m worried about you,” whispers the maknae.
Surprised by the quiet confession, Yunho merely gapes; nonetheless, he breaks out of his reverie quickly and draws Changmin into a tight embrace, kissing the top of the younger man’s head. He pulls back with hands still firmly attached to Changmin's arms - gives a warm smile.
“You always bring me strength, Changdol-ah.”
Yunho bows; his soft lips press on potruding collarbones for a fleeting second. He rests his forehead against the maknae's shoulder, eyes closed and posture wary. His mop of unruly brown hair tickles Changmin’s ear.
Growing aware of the curious eyes observing the strange sight of two men hugging, Yunho reluctantly frees his partner from his strong grasp.
“You don’t need to worry about me. Take care of yourself first, alright?” he tells the singer.
He grabs the bottle of Pepsi by Changmin’s side, takes a sip, places the bottle back in its previous position, and rises on his feet to practice on his dancing routine once more.
Changmin waits until everyone goes back to their usual business. He grips the plastic bottle and places his lips where Yunho’s lips had lingered. He finds himself savoring the other man’s nonexistent taste more than the sweetness of the soda itself.