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The Art of De-Stressing 1
Rating: R (To be safe. Just because Jaejoong had to witness some Yoosu action. Lucky bastard.)
Pairing: Yoosu/Yunjae
Genre: Humor
Summary: Continuation in the law!dbsk universe. Post finals, everyone tries to relax. Changmin, however, makes matters worse when he invites a certain individual over for dinner...
Jaejoong was almost completely positive that he had overworked his brain and it was going to leak out his ears at any moment. He could imagine it slushing with each throb of his temple. If it had been anyone else’s final and not Yunho’s he might have complained.
Something invaded Jaejoong’s lap and he cracked an eye open to find Changmin pouting up at him. “Rub my temples, hyung.”
Jaejoong muttered incoherently, attempting to push his roommate away. “No energy.”
“Rub,” Changmin insisted.
“Aw, Joongie, what’s this? Were you finally deterred from your love?”
Jaejoong managed to turn his head. “Don’t say stupid things, Yoochun, you’re going to be a lawyer. And how are you so damn perky?”
Changmin had taken control of Jaejoong’s hands and were pushing them insistently against his forehead.
Yoochun grinned and Jaejoong realized that he probably shouldn’t have asked. “I,” Yoochun said, “have a boyfriend.”
“Sleazeball.” Jaejoong muttered. “Aish, Min, okay.”
Yoochun pftted and pushed Changmin’s legs away to make room for himself on the bed. “I’m offended. I said nothing sleazy.”
“You don’t ever really have to,” Changmin informed the transfer student, eyes closing in a form of bliss as Jaejoong’s fingertips massaged away a dull ache, “your face is just naturally pornographic.”
“Thank you?”
“Did you just say pornographic?” Jaejoong frowned down in a teasing manner at his dongsaeng and Changmin’s pout returned. “Min,” Jaejoong made sure that his voice sounded slightly parental. “Does Soo Ae know that you know that you say that?”
“What am I five? Pornographic. Pornography. Smut. Naked people. Bite me, hyung, I’ll say what I want.”
“You mean you’ll watch what you want? Poor Soo Ae,” Yoochun teased, and Jaejoong burst out laughing as Changmin grabbed a pillow from Jaejoong’s bed and attacked.
“Where’s Junsu?” Min demanded, whacking Yoochun after each word. “Go bother him!”
Yoochun made a grab for the plushie and managed to successfully wrestle it from the younger. “He’s in another final. I’d love to distract his from it, but I don’t think the rest of the class would particularly appreciate our public displays of affection.”
“You mean your sex?”
“Ah~” Yoochun tossed the pillow across the room and mimicked Changmin’s position a moment before, head resting on Jaejoong’s lap, and sulked. “I honestly wish I had a reason to yell at you for saying that, Minnie.”
Changmin retrieved the thrown object, grinning wolfishly at this discovered secret. Jaejoong frowned as Min poked at Yoochun’s sad face and tried to fend off the attacks on an obviously slightly depressed Yoochun. “What? Junsu isn’t allowing nakedness in the bedroom? Oh hyung, how terrible.”
Yoochun groaned and rolled over, burying his face into the elder’s stomach and Jaejoong squirmed at the ticklish sensation the movement conjured in his muscles. “Oh he allows it,” Yoochun mumbled around mouthfuls of Jaejoong’s shirt, “but...ah...why am I talking about this with you of all people? Go away.”
“What? Why?”
“Jaejoong-ah, make him leave.”
Jaejoong pointed to the door. “Minnie, go call Soo Ae.”
“What the hell? Weren’t you just insinuating that I’m not innocent? Why can’t I hear?”
“Because he doesn’t want you to. Leave, Changmin.”
Changmin let out a cry of frustration and slammed the pillow at Yoochun. “Fine! You can both just sit here and be sexually frustrated together. See if I care.”
After Changmin had grabbed his keys and slammed the door with a violent bang, Jaejoong turned his attention back to Yoochun. “Yoochun...”
“It’s fine. I’m fine. Changmin was just getting on my nerves.”
“You can talk to me, you know, I know Junsu pretty well.”
“I know, hyung. It’s nothing, really.” Yoochun tried to snuggle deeper into Jaejoong’s lap, but the elder held him back.
“You’re worrying me.”
Yoochun turned around again, staying silent, but not before Jaejoong caught sight of a tear hiding in the corner of his friend’s eye. Jaejoong sighed and wiped it away. “This is not nothing, Park Yoochun. What did he do?”
“Nothing,” Yoochun mumbled.
“I won’t let you leave until you tell me.”
“No really. Nothing. That’s the problem.”
“No...anything?” Jaejoong struggled to comprehend what Yoochun was saying.
“I love him,” Yoochun whispered, hands grasping at the pillow thrown at him moments before, “I really think I love him but I don’t think he loves me back...it hurts.”
Another tear escaped his eye Jaejoong cooed gently as he wiped it away, “Yoochun-ah...just because he won’t have sex with you, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. Sex is not equivalent to love. It is a way to show love, but it isn’t love itself.”
“Jaejoong that’s...I know that. I do. I just feel like he won’t just let himself be. I feel like he’s holding part of himself back because of me. I love him, I don’t want to be the reason that he can’t be himself. I don’t want to be a millstone around his neck.”
“Yoochun, you need to tell him this.”
“I can’t.”
“Of course you can.” Jaejoong flicked his friend on his forehead.
“No I can’t. What if he says he doesn’t love me back? What then? I think I might die of a broken heart.”
“What if he does?” Jaejoong countered, “Isn’t it worth the chance?”
Yoochun shifted onto his back and looked up at Jaejoong hopefully, tears streaking his cheeks. “Has he told you that?” He asked hopefully.
“No, and I’m not going to ask for you or tell you if he does. You have to find that out.”
Yoochun sighed and after a moment of silence, hiccuped.
Jaejoong chuckled. “Who knew that there would be such a sappy love bird underneath all that grease.”
“Who knew I’d be getting sound love advice from someone who’s been too afraid to kiss his crush of almost four years,” Yoochun teased and Jaejoong considered punching his friend’s shoulder but realized that he really couldn’t. The statement was, unfortunately, far too true.
“Excited to teach with him?” Yoochun’s tears had stopped, his emotions hid behind his features, a suggestive smirk twisting the corner of his mouth.
This time, Jaejoong did punch, if slightly lighter than he had previously imagined. “I was. Now I’m terrified because I realize that I’ll have to teach like he does...and he’s going to watch me do it.”
Before Yoochun could reply, a key was heard in the lock and Junsu stumbled into the room looking bleary eyed and utterly exhausted. The three friends had illegally made copies of their room keys for each other at the beginning of the year (Changmin’s cousin was a locksmith who always liked to lend his skills to not-so-reputable behavior) and after Yoochun’s initiation of sorts into their small band, Changmin hadn’t wasted any time in getting two keys for him.
Junsu tossed his bag onto the floor and took in the sight of his best friend and boyfriend snuggled together on Jaejoong’s bed.
Jaejoong wondered briefly what Junsu would think, but any worry was quickly erased when Junsu said softly, “Chunnie...Chunnie, have you been crying?”
Yoochun stared at him, and then raised his hand to his face where his tear streaks were still visible. “Um...”
Junsu took on a very worried expression and crawled up next to his boyfriend to wipe his face. Jaejoong found it adorable until Junsu rested his head on the elder’s lap next to Yoochun’s. “What am I a pillow?” Jaejoong shifted himself, trying to get away but stopped when he felt Yoochun’s hand holding him down, a silent plea to stay, so he just sighed and tried to find a position which would keep his thigh from going numb under the weight of two heads.
“S’wrong?” Junsu mumbled, eyes closed, nose pressed into Yoochun’s neck. “Can I kiss it better? I can kiss anything better.”
Jaejoong found Yoochun looking up at him imploringly. “He’s just letting out tension, Junsu. You cried after your first Yunho final, too.”
“You’ll be fine,” Junsu absentmindedly attempted to pat Yoochun on the head, but was too tired to aim correctly and somehow ended up patting his boyfriend’s nose instead.
Jaejoong’s phone began to buzz in his pocket and he maneuvered carefully to extract the thrumming technology. “What, Min?”
“Are you done discussing your non-existant sex life?”
“I’m going to hang up.”
“CanIorderoutJaejoongpllllleeaassse?”
“What?” Jaejoong shut his eyes, leaning his head back against his wall, his fingers still threading through Yoochun’s and now occasionally Junsu’s hair.
“Take out. So we don’t have to invade your sister’s apartment to cook or suffer the cafeteria. Please.”
“Yeah, that’s fine. Call me when your coming back, okay?”
“Yes, mother.”
“Shut up.” Jaejoong ended the call before Changmin could retort.
“Food?” Yoochun muttered, and Jaejoong looked down to see his two friends mumbling into each other’s lips, their eyelids drooping dangerously.
“Yah! You are not going to fall asleep on me; I’ll never be able to walk again.”
“My head isn’t that big,” Junsu complained while Yoochun snorted.
Jaejoong muttered threats under his breath while their followed a good ten minutes of bickering and teasing (how could Yoochun think that Junsu didn’t love him?) before his phone rang once again.
“What now?”
“Jaejoong...”
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed. He knew that tone of voice.
“Dongsaeng, what did you do?” Yoochun, not really having been around long enough to see Jaejoong especially upset froze at the stern timbre. Junsu immediately pulled his boyfriend to the other end of the bed and bit his lip nervously.
“Jaejoong-ah, promise not to get really mad.”
“Changmin.” A apprehensive fear clutched the inside the Jaejoong’s belly.
“Um...so...I sort of saw Yunho...and he was all by himself hyung, and I felt really bad so...I invited him to eat with us...”
Jaejoong yelped. “Shim Changmin!”
“Jaejoongie, please don’t be upset-”
“No! Minnie!”
“Why? Isn’t this a wonderful chance?”
“Changmin, no!”
“Jaejoong.”
“He’s still a professor.”
There was a rustling and then Jaejoong heard murmuring. “Changmin?”
“Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong froze. ‘Yunho.”
Jaejoong looked helplessly at Junsu whose jaw had dropped.
“Um, look...it was really nice of Changmin to invite me but, you know, it...it might be weird if I come...”
Yes, Jaejoong thought. “Um...I...well...”
Yoochun coughed and slid over to his friend, taking the phone. “Yunho? Sorry, Jae was just in the middle of something and Changmin caught him off guard...”
Jaejoong slid down into a ball and listened in half horror, half ecstasy to Yoochun’s conversation. “Well, that’s understandable, but it really wouldn’t be awkward for us at all...no really, come and eat with us, I’m relishing the idea of picking your brain outside of the classroom...no, Jaejoong’s thrilled, I’m positive; Changmin just caught him at a bad moment...Junsu doesn’t mind...honest, Yunho come and eat, everyone’s either already left or studying anyway, no one will notice...enough excuses...no don’t pay for the meal...Yunho...great, see you in a bit.”
As soon as Yoochun shut the phone, a triumphant smile encompassing the lower half of his face, Jaejoong let out a wail of frustration. “Why did you do that?”
“What? This is a spectacular opportunity,” Yoochun echoed Changmin’s earlier sentiments.
“He’s still a professor. He’s our teacher! I can’t...not now!”
“Well, too bad. He’s coming.” An arm threaded around Jaejoong’s shoulders and he was pressed into a hug that was a mixture of Yoochun and Junsu body parts. “It’ll be fine,” a voice murmured into his ear. “We’ll be right here.”
“Why are you so scared JaeJae-ah?” Junsu’s voice.
“I...I don’t know how he acts outside of class. I know how to respond to him in the classroom, but what if I don’t have anything to say tonight?”
“Stop worrying. We’ll make you talk. You made Junsu. Ow!” Yoochun pouted at Junsu’s gentle jab to his side, but squeezed his boyfriend’s hand a little bit harder.
“You can always just bitch him out for giving us such a ridiculous final.”
Jaejoong groaned.
“Or we could leave early,” Junsu continued teasingly, “and you could have him all to yourself...”
Jaejoong bared his teeth making both his friends laugh.
“C’mon, if I tell you your room looks messy will it distract you enough from freaking out to clean a little?” Jaejoong struggled in the arms that were holding him tight to survey his and Changmin’s room.
“Shit.” He stood up and began to shove Changmin’s dirty clothes into a laundry basket. Jaejoong looked back at Yoochun who had a silly grin on his face and was reclining back against a pillow. “You’re not going to help me are you?”
“Who me?” Yoochun licked his lips and considered the question. Jaejoong noticed that Junsu was staring at him hungrily. “Not really, no.” He cocked his head. “Shit, I’m stuck to myself.”
Jaejoong watched in horror (Junsu, he noted, in glassy-eyed fascination) as Yoochun unzipped his pants and rather sexily slid his hand down them. Yoochun pouted and Jaejoong swore he heard Junsu swallow, “Su~ help me here.”
It took Jaejoong a moment to realize what was about to happen with him watching, on his bed and grabbing a pillow he began to whack at both of them, just as Junsu’s hand slithered down to replace Yoochun’s whose eyes had fluttered shut.
“No! NOT. ON. MY. BED. YOU. PERVES!”
“Joongie.” Junsu whined.
“NO.”
Yoochun blundered over to Changmin’s side of the room (pants still undone) pulling Junsu behind him. Jaejoong was afraid that he’d have a heart attack when Yoochun pulled Junsu’s lips to his own and their pleasured whimpers and moans began to sound through the room as they ground against one another.
Jaejoong panicked when Junsu’s hand traveled down to it’s previous position, causing Yoochun to throw his head back, allowing Junsu’s lips uninterrupted access to his throat.
Frantic, and trying to ignore the loud panting and delirious name whispering, Jaejoong dug in his closet searching for something that might provide a possibility for distraction. His hand landed on a broom. Perfect.
Disconnecting his brain and groin so that he wouldn’t be influenced by the rather erotic image half-splayed across Min’s now not so neatly made bed (he’d kill them if he ever found out,) Jaejoong grasped the broom tightly in his hands. Junsu’s ass was quite clearly visible, so Jaejoong took aim and whacked it.
Junsu grunted uncomfortably, but continued his assault on Yoochun’s body, finding skin to touch and kiss and god, Jaejoong didn’t even want to think what else.
Undeterred, Jaejoong raised the broom again and this time screamed “CUT IT OUT!” at the top of his lungs as he walloped Junsu’s bottom with all his might. That did it.
Junsu let out a sound which sounded like a short howl and glared at Jaejoong. “That stung.”
“Good. Keep your bedroom activities to your own fucking bedroom. I don’t want to see it. Or hear it. Or really, ever have to think about it.”
Junsu rubbed his bottom as Yoochun zipped his pants back up and then slung an arm around his hyung.
“It distracted you didn’t it?”
“Not an excuse.”
Yoochun laughed.
And then, a key was heard in the lock and all three occupants of the room turned to the door, which had opened to reveal Changmin carrying two bags of take out and a very awkward Yunho.
A/N So...I think that for right now, this is just going to be a verse sort of universe. No chapters as of yet, just (lengthy) one shots. Hope you will stick with me for this!!!! :) Thank you all for reading. I can't even express how happy it makes me to be able to share this with all of you. Second part coming sooooooon. <3
oh...and I wasn't even going to write the whole scene with yoosu at the end but then I saw Jin's popeye scan ( thank you ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
ashkt ) and I almost died... comments=<3
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