miari | Art of De-Stressing 2 (part b)

Part a

“Hyung!” Jaejoong was slammed into by Junsu which made him bowl right into Yunho (missing his lips, Jaejoong noticed sourly, looks like he wasn’t even going to get an accidental kiss.) “Save my butt, please!”

Okay, Jaejoong thinks, ignoring Junsu’s plea, I’m lying on top of Yunho, maybe not kissing wasn’t too terrible. He raised his head and saw Yunho wink. Then Junsu yanked Jaejoong up and hid behind him, using him as a shield.

“Junsu!”

“Away! Changmin, get away! Jaejoong stop him!”

“You had SEX on my BED. I will KILL you.”

“We didn’t!”

“Changmin, calm down, Yoochun and Junsu will replace everything.”

“And there I was believing everything Yoochun said about you and him and-”

“Changmin!” Yoochun cut in, “Changmin, come on, we’re trying to play a game here.”

“Wait....Chunnie, what did you tell him?”

“Junsu, nothing, he misunderstood me, that’s all.”

“Bull shit! God, I need Soo Ae. I think she is the only sane person I know.”

“Chunnie...what...did you say?”

“I’m sorry, am I missing something here?”

Everyone stopped yelling at Yunho’s quiet inquiry.

Jaejoong leaped upon this chance and said quietly, “Changmin, sit down.”

“But hyung.”

“Changmin,” Jaejoong pulled Changmin down next to him, “Junsu, leave me alone and go back and sit with Yoochun. We have questions to ask.”

“Changmin you aren’t allowed to ask any more questions,” Yoochun stated while he wrapped and arm around his returning boyfriend protectively.

“Whatever. Maybe I don’t want to.”

“Guys, seriously. You’re older than this, I’m so embarrassed.”

Changmin let out a breath in resignation and let his head snuggle back into Jaejoong’s lap. “Sorry, JaeJae.”

Jaejoong closed his eyes. “Yunho has a question,” he said, not daring to look the newcomer in the eye.

“Excellent,” Yoochun’s voice sounded excited.

“I-I do?”

Jaejoong cracked an eye open and was pleased to see that Yunho hadn’t scooted back to his original place on the floor. “Didn’t you?”

Yunho stared at Jaejoong. “Not for this game, if you explained the rules to me correctly just now.”

Jaejoong hummed his disappointment, even though he was secretly amused. “Alright then. Let’s just invert Minnie’s question. What would you do if your kids walked in on you having sex?”

“We’re rolling out the greatest questions tonight. I’m sorry Yunho, usually we’re more intelligent.”

“Yoochun, I know you’re all smart. I find this very interesting, you needn’t apologize.”

“Want to share a response?” Junsu asked, “You’re the only one whose answer I wouldn’t be able to guess.”

“Hmm...well that needs the same clarification, doesn’t it? Do they know what sex is or don’t they?”

“Both,” Jaejoong said, realizing too late that he had been ambiguous.

“Both? Are you really the same Kim Jaejoong that took my classes? Be specific.”

Junsu and Yoochun whooped gleefully. “Finally. God, Yunho, we were wondering when you’d start yelling.”

“I wasn’t yelling.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I meant, answer both scenarios.” Jaejoong began to stroke Changmin’s hair again, causing the youngest to mumble pleasurably. Jaejoong could feel a blush creeping into his cheeks. Again. So embarrassing.

“Give me an age.”

“Eight,” Changmin muttered from Jaejoong’s lap.

Jaejoong watched Yunho consider the question for a moment. “Cover the nudity, ask them what’s wrong, just in case someone died, and then tell them to get out.”

Jaejoong giggled.

“What if they ask you what you were doing?” Yoochun drawled.

“I would tell them that we can talk about it in the morning.”

“And what if she insists and stomps her foot and says, ‘Daddy, I’m not going to bed until you tell me!’”

“Then she would be in trouble for not listening to me, wouldn’t she?”

Yoochun chuckled. “I suppose she would.”

Something electronic chirruped on Changmin’s desk making Jaejoong yelp in surprise. “Ah!” Changmin grabbed his phone and slid it open, his face splitting into a huge grin. “Soo Ae’s back!”

“Tell her to come over.”

“Nope, I’m going to go to her. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Changmin grabbed his keys, coat, and bag from underneath his bed.

“Bringing your porn, Minnie dear?” Yoochun asked sweetly.

Junsu whacked him. “Be nice. They’re diaries full of letters. They write in them during the semesters they’re away and then spend all night reading to each other when they’re reunited.”

Yoochun cocked his head. “I apologize for the wisecrack. That’s really sweet.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

“Minnie?” Yoochun grinned, pulling Junsu closer, “After you’re done with the letters, have fun with all the sex.”

Changmin flipped him off as he walked out the door causing everyone to burst into laughter.

“We’re leaving too,” Junsu announced, “Yoochun has explaining to do.”

“I...I do?” Yoochun’s eyes went wide.

“You do.”

Junsu slid off the bed and began to search for his coat. Yoochun shot Jaejoong a pleading look, but the elder held up his hands.

“Let’s go. Bye Jaejoong, Yunho.” Jaejoong watched, his stomach beginning to rise slowly into his throat, as Junsu dragged Yoochun out the door, the latter waving goodbye weakly.

Taking a breath to calm himself, Jaejoong stood and immediately went to the pile of dirty dishes waiting to be cleaned. Had no one left, he would have been upset that he was, once again, the one doing the pick up. But it was better than facing Yunho and for the first time in his life he was overjoyed at the sight of dishes to be washed.

Jaejoong realized that this thought had taken far too long to process when he felt Yunho come up behind him and pull his hands away from soap and sponge.

“I need to wash them in the sink down the hall.”

“Leave them, Jaejoong. I think we need to talk too,” Jaejoong closed his eyes as Yunho’s arms encircled him, “and if you ask me what about I will be very upset. That, and start to suspect you of cheating.”

“I’m not a cheater,” Jaejoong murmured. Oh god, please let me not be dreaming right now.

“Answer my question.”

Let this be real. I’ve waited so long to feel him like this, to have him see me like this.

“Kissing is a perfectly normal thing to want.” What the hell kind of answer was that. You’re supposed to say, No, Yunho, it’s not weird, now friggin’ kiss me because I don’t know if I can hold myself together for much longer if I don’t have you.

“What would you do if I kissed you right now?”

Kiss you back and demand that you make wild love to me. “Why are you asking me instead of just finding out?”

There was a low chuckle that made Jaejoong swallow hard. He expected Yunho to either turn him around and kiss him or let go and walk out the door. Jaejoong didn’t expect the lips that were pressed lightly to his neck and he inhaled sharply.

I have to be dreaming. He only holds me in my dreams, he only kisses me in my dreams. He’s never shown interest in me why....why now? God, it feels so good to be held.

“I saw how you looked at me tonight,” Yunho whispered into Jaejoong’s ear.

You have a beautiful voice. I could listen to it forever, especially if it was talking to me.

“Really?” Jaejoong tilted his head as another kiss was nuzzled below his earlobe.

“It was very seductive.”

Don’t stop, don’t ever stop, if you stop I might wake up. I don’t want to forget this, please let me never forget this one moment.

“Actually,” a kiss to his temple, “all semester...all year...okay, so, since I first walked into that damn classroom.”

You even sound good when you swear. I’m so love sick...love drunk...I don’t even know anymore.

“I was wondering if you were lying about how observant you were.”

Yunho carefully, reverently, turned Jaejoong around and after a moment of staring at each other, Yunho murmured, “I really am quite observant, it’s just that sometimes...I don’t know what to do with my observations. Sometimes I’m too scared to do anything about them.”

“Are you sure you’re a lawyer?” Jaejoong teased gently.

They laughed. And then, Jaejoong threaded his hands into Yunho’s hair and kissed him.

It was a gentle melding of skin, bordering slightly on passionate. Yunho’s arms tightened around Jaejoong, their bodies fitting together more naturally than anything either of them had felt before. Jaejoong’s hands caressed anything he could find, reveling in the lines and curves he had longed to trace, discovering that some felt as he had imagined, and some turned out to be even better.

When they broke for air, Jaejoong was sure his face mirrored Yunho’s, swollen lips, tousled hair, hooded eyes, and a small, yet ecstatic smile.

“Did I mention somewhere in the past five minutes that you’re positively beautiful?” Yunho whispered.

“No.”

“You are...you hear that a lot, yes?”

“Yeah, but it’s amazingly wonderful to hear you say it.”

“Jaejoong I...god, you’ve liked me for so long and I knew and I couldn’t do anything and...I honestly have no idea how I feel. Something in my head or my heart is telling me that I should be confessing some sort of undying love, but...I don’t trust random voices, especially after I’ve been drinking. This sounds horrible, I’m sorry. I can’t even think right now. I just...I like you...suddenly. Is that weird?”

Jaejoong smiled (he didn’t think he’d ever stop smiling.) He couldn’t quite explain it, but he felt...free. He felt like something in him had finally clicked, had finally moved one centimeter and all was right again. It felt so good.

“It’s fine. We have all summer to figure this out, right?”

Yunho nodded, relief flooding his features.

Jaejoong pulled him closer for another kiss, the sweetest kiss in the world, he thought.

“Help me with the dishes?”

Yunho rolled his eyes and laughed. “Sure.”

A/N HAPPY EASTER!!! Yoosu shippers, sorry for the lack thereof...their talk is next, and remember how those end up... :x

comments are love, the more you tell me now what you like, the more will be there later.... <3 <3 and thank you for reading...as always.

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Art of De-Stressing 2 (part b)

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