miari | The Lewd Man 1/2

Title: The Lewd Man (Part One)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: Humor
Summary: Continuation of The Naked Man. Jaejoong and Changmin befriend Yoochun (much to Junsu's dismay) and pull the "naked man" into their study circle (which may or may not include too much beer...)
A/N Second part will be up before Saturday. Either late tonight or tomorrow.

PART ONE

“Let’s go sit with him.”

“No.”

“But he looks lonely.”

“No.”

“He’s wearing clothes...c’mon. I’m going to sit with him. If you want to study with me you’ll just have to come along.”

Junsu groaned. It really was the last thing on earth that he wanted to do. Eating lunch and studying for that damned quiz with Mr.Walking-Around-Naked-Is-Normal-You-Should-Try-It-Sometime was NOT how he wanted to spend his afternoon. Apparently he was the only one.

He watched in horror as Jaejoong trotted (correction: joyfully trotted) to a lone picnic table, lunch tray balanced precariously on a stack of books, and sat next to Park Yoochun. Damn Park Yoochun.

“Hi.” Jaejoong said cheerfully, separating food and books causing his water to slosh dangerously.

“Come on.” Junsu ground his teeth at Changmin’s not-so-gentle poke into his back. “You said you’d talk to him when he was clothed.”

“Possibly. I said I’d possibly talk to him.”

“Whatever. It’s the same thing. Go and sit.”

Muttering obscenities under his breath, Junsu imagined that Park Yoochun was Miss Korea, and after sitting opposite him, somehow managed to force a smile. “Hi.”

“You decided to talk to me.” Yoochun seemed happy.

“No, I was forced. Ow!” Junsu rubbed the spot on his head which had been thumped by Changmin’s textbook.

“This is Changmin,” Jaejoong introduced, already chewing on a carrot stick, and you’ve met Junsu.”

Unfortunately. Junsu supplied in his head, knowing that he might start losing brain cells if he said it out loud.

Yoochun nodded to each of them.

“So. How did you like your first Jung class?” Jaejoong asked, “Isn’t he wonderful?”

“Um...” Yoochun stared at Jaejoong, obviously slightly confused by the dreamy look spreading across the other man’s delicate features.

“Jaejoong! You’re scaring him,” Changmin made several threatening gestures at his friend while growling in his throat before turning to Yoochun. “Do you want to study with us now and later tonight? We’re going to Junsu’s dorm, he’s got one all to his lonely self.”

“I am not lonely.” Junsu defended himself, “and don’t invite people over without asking me!”

“Oh who cares, one more mind can’t hurt.”

Junsu opened his mouth to protest but his words were lost as Jaejoong slid an arm around Yoochun and whispered conspiratorily, “we might even let you come naked.”

There was a pregnant pause before Junsu said in his best I’m so pissed at you I can’t yell voice, “Clothes are a requirement in my living area.”

He met Yoochun’s eyes and was displeased to see a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. “This is a long established rule, is it?”

“Since 2005,” Junsu said warily, suddenly sensing a verbal trap, “And very much observed.”

“Even in your shower?”

Junsu could see Changmin and Jaejoong leering in his peripheral vision. “You’ve discovered my dirty secret. That is the one exception to the rule.”

“What? No nakedness in the bedroom?”

The leering turned into outright howls of laughter and Junsu made a mental note to give his friends false information for the quiz later, just to piss them off. “No. No bedroom nakedness whatsoever.”

Yoochun clicked his tongue and slid Jaejoong’s textbook over to himself, apparently accepting Changmin’s offer. “Such a pity.”

Much to Junsu’s displeasure, he ended up spending the entire day with Yoochun and he was beginning to think that his friends intended on making him a permanent part of their pack. (“No one else is befriending him, Junsu.” “You didn’t give them a chance, Jaejoong, you pounced on him.” “Hehe.”) His only respite was when Changmin pulled him away after their last class of the day to go buy beer and pizza for dinner and late night snacking.

When he and Junsu were safely behind the locked door of Junsu’s dorm, Jaejoong cornered his friend. “You need to give him a chance.”

“I am. He’s coming over isn’t he?”

“Junsu, he looks at you like I look at Yunho.”

“Hyung, there is no one on this earth who looks at anyone the way you look at Yunho.”

“Have you even glanced at him long enough today to notice how he looks at you? Regardless of which facial expression it is?”

“I...well...”

“He likes you, Junsu, I’ll bet you anything. You don’t have to like him back, just stop being such a prick.”

They were silent, setting the table, finding a sudden need to straighten bedding, before Changmin knocked on the door with Yoochun, three pizzas, and lots of beer in tow.

“I told him three pizzas was a lot of food,” Yoochun began awkwardly, unsure of where to put the beer he was carrying.

“Three’s perfect. One for him, and two for the rest of us. It’s fine, just don’t tell his girlfriend. You can put the beer in the mini-fridge over there.”

Yoochun looked genuinely surprised that Junsu had spoken more than five words to him and Junsu did momentarily feel bad for being an ass most of the day, but only momentarily.

“You have a girlfriend?” Yoochun asked Changmin.

“At Todai,” Changmin’s mouth was already full of cheese, dough, and pepperoni. “We see each other during breaks and over summer. She’s really smart; she’s studying to be a doctor. OW! Jaejoong!”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Shim Changmin.”

“Hyung, you are not my mother.”

“Soo Ae made me promise to make sure you broke that disgusting habit, so if that means that I must momentarily step aside from my manly self and take up the mantle of your mother, than so help me I will do just that, even though I may loose my sanity.”

Yoochun laughed quietly and Junsu blocked the his two bickering friends out of his mind as he set out dishes and napkins (which Changmin hadn’t even bothered with.)

“Are they always like that?”

Junsu almost jumped when he felt Yoochun’s gentle breath on his neck. But he restrained himself. No satisfaction for Park Yoochun. None.

“Yeah most of the time.” Junsu turned around but found his way blocked by Park Yoochun’s perfect face. Wait, did he just think that? Thanks, Jaejoong, thanks a lot. “Um, do you mind?”

“Yes.”

“Really, do you mind?”

Junsu swallowed as Yoochun inched closer to his face, acutely aware that Jaejoong and Changmin had forgotten their quarrel and were watching the exchange with knowing expressions on their faces.

“Do you hate me?”

“What?”

“Do you hate me? You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder all day.”

“I have not.”

“Have to. Anyone could have seen what a prick you were.”

“I like him,” Junsu heard Jaejoong whisper to Changmin, “He’s so direct.”

“Do they always do that?” Yoochun questioned.

“Poking into other people’s business comes with being their friends. Can you please move?”

“No. Do you not like me because I showed up to class naked?”

“I-” Junsu paused. Maybe that was it. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Look,” Yoochun pressed in closer and Junsu swallowed as he felt their clothes brush each other. “I’m really sorry if I disturbed you, that wasn’t my intent at all. I just...I heard that Yunho was really hard and difficult to impress, so I thought that if I made a statement, if I could argue that I had a right to sit in class naked he might...he’d be impressed. I guess I’m still rather stupid, though, I didn’t really think about much beyond that.”

It took Junsu a minute to process this information, then, before he could even help himself, he was laughing harder than he ever had in his entire life. Yoochun stared confusedly at him for a minute before Junsu recovered enough to give him his first genuine smile of the day. “Forgiven. Oh my God that’s...I’m sorry I was a prick. That you would do that to get on Jung’s good side...” Junsu dissolved into laughter again and Yoochun finally stepped away to let Junsu have some air that wasn’t filled with Yoochun’s exhaled oxygen and CO₂.

Jaejoong stepped up to Yoochun’s side and said suspiciously, “You did that to impress my Yunho?”

“Be careful with your answer” Changmin had somehow materialized next to Yoochun to whisper this advisement into his ear (mouth still full of pizza), “Joongie might never speak to you again if you say the wrong thing.”

“Um...” Yoochun swallowed hard, “He’s just...he’s a hard teacher, right? I just wanted to um...make an impresssion.”

Jaejoong relaxed and smiled. “I like you,” he repeated his earlier statement.

The group of three went chapter by chapter (three in all) memorizing definitions, cases, names, anything and everything until they could practically recite the chapters by heart (as well as their class notes). They brainstormed possible questions, mixed elements of one case with another creating hypotheticals, acting out cases when it was too difficult to simply commit the details to memory.

The pizza quickly disappeared, and once all the information was solidly in their brains, the beer disappeared even quicker.

“My brain is going to explode,” Yoochun informed his new friends, his head lying on a pillow that had somehow found it’s way on the floor during their theatrical antics. Junsu thought maybe it had been the “flying object” Changmin had chucked at him while Jaejoong had been “robbing a bank.”

“Wait until there’s an exam. We’ll start studying at least three weeks in advance.”

Yoochun groaned.

“I’m leaving.” Jaejoong informed them, “Or I won’t remember anything tomorrow and I can’t allow my poor heart to go through that. Changmin! Let’s go.”

Changmin mumbled something incoherently.

“Min. Get up. Now.” Changmin stood automatically, swaying slightly. Jaejoong smiled at the other two men still lying on the floor, words and definitions still swirling in their vision. “See you both tomorrow.”

“I just need to lie here for another minute,” Yoochun informed Junsu when the pair had left.

“S’fine,” Junsu mumbled, “I can’t really move either.”

They fell into a companionable silence before Junsu heard Yoochun start to move. However, instead of seeing him stand (as had been expected,) Junsu momentarily lost his breath when he found Yoochun’s face looming over his own.

“Junsu...” Yoochun paused, almost dramatically, “can I kiss you?”

No, Junsu thought, you can’t. I just met you, I just started to think you weren’t a complete pervert, I don’t even know if I like guys, I can’t even- “Sure,” Junsu heard himself say and then any mental head slapping or mental placing of foot in mouth was lost in the feel of Yoochun’s lips.

Just completely and utterly gone.

And then, before Junsu wanted the sucking, the nipping, the breathlessness to stop, it did, and he was at a loss for words as Yoochun stared down at him.

“Um...maybe I’ll just go.”

“Maybe you should.

“Yeah.”

And then, when Yoochun walked out his door, Junsu kicked himself, but he wasn’t precisely sure why.

A/N - Sorry for the lack of Yunho. He's in the next part! I somehow feel like this is utter fail compared to the naked man, but we'll see when I finish it. I think I'll be doing something Yunjae-ish in this universe eventually. Damn you all for all the fantastic comments and requests for more...now I can't stop. (Kidding...I love comments, and I love this universe; I'd probably write it even if no one read it.) And on a side note, I'm starved after thinking about all that pizza...I haven't had pizza in almost two years...damn body turned out to be lactose intolerant...

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