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Art of De-Stressing 2
ENJOYYYYYYY
Yoochun and Junsu’s (not-so-kind) attempts at distraction had fooled Jaejoong’s brain for a time, (seriously, what on earth had Yoochun been complaining about?) but his anxiety returned full force when Yunho stepped through the door. Thankfully, Changmin shoved the bags of food into his hands and Jaejoong was able to busy himself with opening containers and trying to find enough chopsticks for everyone. This turned into more of a problem than had been initially anticipated.
“Changmin! Why do we have more forks than chopsticks?”
“Culturalization, hyung. You never know.” Changmin nudged Yunho who was sitting quietly next to him. “I bet you had to meet with all sorts of people who didn’t know how to use chopsticks.”
“Um...no, not really.”
Yoochun guffawed. “Ah, Min. So narrow minded. And I don’t even think culturalization is a word.”
“I am not and it is too. Look it up, erotomaniac, I might have one or five dictionaries lying around.”
“My dearest egotistical edacious enigma, you and your dictionaries can kiss my ass.”
“Do you really want to argue words with me?”
“Not particularly, you could just admit defeat.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes and moved onto the next storage container to look for a utensil which might have strayed from it’s pair.
“Jaejoong,” a gentle voice murmured, and the student jumped slightly as something tapped his shoulder. “They gave us wooden ones.”
A fair amount of sniggering was heard from the bed which currently held a very amused Yoochun and Junsu. Jaejoong smiled and instead of accepting the proffered eating implements from Yunho, he pointed to the makeshift table in the center of the room.
“Thanks. You can just put them over there.”
Yunho’s mouth twitched slightly in mirth but he walked to the table and Jaejoong was pleased to see that he even laid them out. Okay. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as he thought. Maybe it would even be fun.
Dinner was extraordinarily uneventful. Yunho barely spoke a word, just watching the interactions of his students, smiling at their constant friendly squabbling.
Jaejoong couldn’t help stealing glances at Yunho all through dinner; the way he held his chopsticks (clicking them together before picking something up,) the way he smiled when Junsu said something especially silly (gentle and genuine, showing his perfect teeth, crinkling his eyes,) and the way his cheeks began to color from too much soju (making him laugh a little louder, smile a little wider and have adorable trouble with his hand/eye coordination.)
Jaejoong had never been shy about his attraction to Yunho. He had walked out of his first class, hanging on Junsu’s arm proclaiming, “I’m in love.” His friends hadn’t taken him seriously and it had become a natural thing to tease their hyung about his infatuation, lust; they had called it anything but love.
But Jaejoong knew better. He’d been “infatuated” for four years, no one else, man or woman, even turning his head. How was that not love? That’s what he wanted to know.
“Jaejoong!”
Changmin whacked his roommate on the head, “Are you in or not?”
“What?”
“Daydreaming?” Yoochun’s velvet husk floated seductively into Jaejoong’s ear and Jaejoong felt himself blushing.
“Sorry, my brain is unfocused.”
“Really? Why is that?” Jaejoong spitted a glare at Yunho after he spoke.
“Well, gee, I wonder.”
Yunho just grinned into his soju glass and Jaejoong had a sudden urge to whack him over the head. So he did, with a pillow.
Yunho’s soju spilled everywhere. The other three broke into laughter, Changmin choking on his own soju.
“Do you have a towel?” Yunho asked Jaejoong, teeth gritted, after no one moved to help him. “Please?”
Jaejoong regarded him for a minute, watching the way the alcohol was dripping from Yunho’s hand and momentarily considering licking it away. Jaejoong decided that he wasn’t quite drunk enough for that so he sighed and rummaged around the room to produce rag.
“I’d apologize, but I don’t really feel any remorse.”
“Aw, hyung, so cold,” Changmin had regained his breath and was pressing a towel to the floor where the soju was soaking into the carpet.
Jaejoong huffed.
“You don’t have to apologize, I think I deserved that.”
“You did,” Jaejoong attacked the remaining rice, even though he wasn’t really hungry, refusing to look anyone in the eye.
“So are you in or not?”
“In on what?”
“The question game. No holds barred, anything at all; we’ve had enough to drink.”
Jaejoong sighed. It could be a disaster. It probably would, but hell, Changmin was right, he was tipsy enough to not care.
“Fine. But we clean first.”
Everyone grumbled except Yunho, who was smiling stupidly for a reason Jaejoong wasn’t even going to attempt to decipher. It didn’t take long to refrigerate the leftovers and dump trash. Jaejoong allowed Min to put aside the dishes to be washed after a large amount of cajoling and promises to finish them later in the evening..
“Are you always this domestic?” Yunho asked him.
“You can ask me that when we start playing.”
“Should I be worrying about this game? It sounds like a cheesy excuse to get drunk.”
“So what if it is? Scared of passing out in front of your students?”
“No.”
Jaejoong smiled and patted Yunho’s shoulder. “Good. You don’t have to worry though, there’s no obligatory drinking. You might want to worry about spilling your darkest secrets, though. No holds barred is pretty serious.”
“So...we ask questions and everyone has to answer?”
“You’ll want to; this is an excellent way to de-stress.”
“The point is to let out steam?”
“Well, technically it’s to get to know people. But, since most of us know each other so well, it’s to come up with outrageous questions. I’ve written stories from answers people have given.”
“You write stories?”
“Go sit.”
Yoochun and Junsu were both nursing cups of soju (last one, hyung, we swear!) Junsu against Jaejoong’s headboard, his legs over Yoochun’s lap who was resting against the wall and the obscene amount of pillows Jaejoong owned form when he had back trouble...or at least that’s what he told everyone. He really owned them because when he slept, it felt like someone was holding him.
Jaejoong sat on the floor. Changmin flopped down next to him, pushing his head into his hyung’s lap not unlike how he had earlier in the evening. Jaejoong just sighed. “Seriously, do I look like a pillow? Why is everyone laying on me today?”
“You’re so comfortable...and soft...and willing.”
“Whatever,” Jaejoong’s tone was careless, but he ran his fingers through Changmin’s hair making the younger man smile, obviously very pleased. “You’re like a cat,” Jaejoong complained, “All you care about is laps and petting and food.”
“I care about other things! I like you guys, and I study...and Soo Ae! I love her!”
“You have a girlfriend?” Yunho asked quietly.
Changmin’s eyes glazed over ad Jaejoong mentally prepared himself for gushing. “She’s studying medicine at Todai. She’s smart and pretty and she cooks almost as good as Jaejoong and-”
“You cook?” Yunho cut through Changmin’s tirade, causing another pout.
“I try.”
“You succeed; don’t let his modesty fool you, Yunho, Jaejoong could open a restaurant.”
“I want to be a lawyer,” Jaejoong glared at Junsu, “are we playing or not?”
“We’re playing. Chunnie, you go first.”
Jaejoong knew Yunho was staring at him, watching him quietly and he would have given anything for a few seconds of mind reading ability.
“I don’t have a question yet, someone else go. Minnie.”
“Alright...” Changmin was quiet for a minute. “Okay. What would you do if you walked in on your kid having sex?”
Yoochun choked on his soju. “Wow, jump right in, Min.”
“We agreed. No holds barred.”
Junsu giggled. “Are we talking like...really just too young or old enough to make that decision for themselves?”
“Either. And, would you liking their significant other change your reaction?”
There was a pause before Jaejoong said, “If they were...old enough...and that’s a debatable term to be using, I’d probably walk back out of the room. Especially if they didn’t notice me and...then tell them later. But if they weren’t...”
“Jaejoong omma’d kick their asses,” Changmin supplied.
“Shut up.”
“You whack their bottoms, that’s what you’d do,” Junsu supplied, “my poor ass is living proof.”
“So you’re admitting you’re not mature enough to be going at it?”
“Yah! Can we not discuss our sexual exploits, please?” Yoochun looked horrified.
“You walk around naked, I would think you wouldn’t mind,” Yunho had a very amused look on his face, his finger trailing around the edge of his glass. Jaejoong swallowed, trying to not think about how that beautiful hand would feel trailing the edges of his body.
“Now, hold on a second,” Changmin looked suspiciously from the duo on the bed to Jaejoong and back, “what exactly went on after I left?”
“Nothing,” Yoochun looked desperate.
“Nothing?” Junsu asked, seemingly hurt, and then realized perhaps too late that if their exploits got out, a certain owner of a certain bed would not be very happy, “Oh, um, yeah. Nothing.”
“Nothing much,” Jaejoong supplied, ignoring Yoochun’s frantic, pleading face, settling on his final revenge for his friends’ display earlier, “But Changmin, you may want to change your sheets before you sleep in your bed tonight.”
Yunho’s quiet chuckle was the only sound heard before Changmin sat up and spitted a frightened couple with a deadly glare. “What?”
“Jaejoongie is exaggerating, Minnie, really,” Jaejoong was positive that Junsu had gulped.
“What did you do on my bed, hyung?”
Jaejoong smiled to himself. Revenge complete...and he had gotten Minnie off his lap. It was a good night.
“That was terribly evil,” a voice slithered into his ear, “I never took you for a person with such a vicious personality.”
Jaejoong found that he couldn’t move. He only barely registered Changmin’s outraged shrieks and threats of death, completely overpowered with the feeling of Yunho’s breath on the side of his face.
“I’m full of surprises.”
“Indeed. You cook, you write...you’re a very interesting person, Jaejoong-ah. What else do you do that I don’t know about?”
“Is that a game question, Yunho-ssi?”
“Just Yunho,” Jaejoong couldn’t help but close his eyes as the breath warmed his ear and a finger came in front of his face to tap his nose playfully, “We’ve been over this before.”
“Is it?”
The hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed it affectionately. “Does it work as a game question?”
“No.”
“You know, it would help if you explained the rules.”
Jaejoong turned, forcing his eyes open, trying not to shiver at the close proximity of Yunho’s face. “You pose a question to the group, usually some sort of situation, like a what if question, and then everyone answers and you discuss and get off topic and drive everyone crazy. So...no questions directed to one person unless it’s to clarify an answer.”
“Are you sure you listen in my classes, Jaejoong-ah? You always, always lay out the rules first to avoid confusion later.”
Jaejoong smiled, suddenly very aware that they were being watched, all arguments forgotten. “I wasn’t aware that I was supposed to apply that to everything.”
Yunho smiled, his scent assailing Jaejoong’s senses, threatening to drive him insane. “How am I supposed to play a game when it hasn’t been explained to me?”
“You’re avoiding my point.”
“No, you’re avoiding mine.”
“I don’t really remember either point, to be honest.” Oh god. Did he just say that? Jaejoong felt himself blush.
“Neither do I.”
Jaejoong heard Changmin clear his throat, “If you two are done with your staring contest, I’d like to hear Yunho’s answer to my question.”
“Done being mad, Minnie?” Jaejoong questioned, wondering if his breath feathering over Yunho’s face was making his professor as drunk on feeling as Jaejoong was. Yunho still hadn’t moved and Jaejoong felt like he was stuck in the chocolate eyes so he decided to just stay there.
“They are going to change my sheets before they leave and buy me new ones. And maybe I’ll whack Junsu’s bottom too.”
“You will not.”
“Now that you so vehemently stated that, I’m going to have to.”
His friends fell into bickering again and Jaejoong blocked them out. For once in the time that he knew them, he really wouldn’t have cared if they made the decision to beat each other to a pulp.
“Jaejoong-ah,” Yunho was whispering, wringing his hands like he was unsure as to where he wanted to put them, “Jaejoong, is it weird that I want to kiss you?”
“Professor you weren’t listening to me. Your questions can’t be directed to one specific person.” Jaejoong didn’t know how he was speaking exactly. He didn’t even remember his brain making the decision to say something so embarrassing. He should have just said no, no it’s not weird, please kiss me until I have no lips left. I won’t even mind, I would be so happy that you were that last person I ever kissed. God, he was morbid sometimes.
“You’re right. I wasn’t listening to anything you said.”
Jaejoong swallowed as Yunho raised a hand to cup his face.
THIS WAY TO PART 2....LJ why are you so lame sometimes?
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was holding him.
aww that's really endearing :3
“Jaejoong-ah,” Yunho was whispering, wringing his hands like he was unsure
as to where he wanted to put them, “Jaejoong, is it weird that I want to kiss
you?”
“You’re right. I wasn’t listening to anything you said.”
Jaejoong swallowed as Yunho raised a hand to cup his face.
*is going crazy by herself*