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The (Not-So) Best Laid Plans
PG-13 (eventually)
Yoosu,Yunjae,Changmin/OC
Drama, AU, Humor
Law!verse
Jaejoong attempts to help Yoochun talk to Junsu. He asks Changmin thinking that it's a good idea...it's not.
“What do you mean you didn’t talk to him?”
“I fell asleep when he went to take a shower.”
“You let him take a shower before you talked?”
“Yes?”
“Why am I sensing a question mark after that sentence? Did you or didn’t you?”
“I did.”
“Yoochun!”
Jaejoong thwacked his friend over the head and Yoochun groaned, burying his face in his crossed arms on the table.
“Yoochun, seriously, you need to talk to him.”
“Has he talked to you about this?”
“This conversation sounds familiar. I am not your fucking telephone. Stop ruining my good day and just nod and say, ‘Yes, Jaejoong, you are correct, I need to talk to my boyfriend and tell him that I am madly in love with him so that we can have the second hottest couple sex on the planet.’ You can always walk to his room naked, Chun. Naked is a good thing.”
Yoochun stared at his babbling friend incredulously, “Are you even aware of what you just said?”
“What? Yeah. Confess your love and then get naked.”
“And why exactly is our sex rated #2? We haven’t had sex, how do you know?”
Yoochun smirked at the blush which immediately colored Jaejoong’s face and he slung an arm around Jaejoong’s neck and whispered suggestively into his ear, “which couple is inhabiting that top spot in your pretty head, Jaejoong-hyung.”
“Erm...”
“You’re keeping secrets from me. I’m insulted. I just spilled my deepest, darkest secret to you and you aren’t telling me anything about what happened after Junsu dragged me out.”
Jaejoong squirmed.
“I lied,” Yoochun spoke after a minute of thoughtful silence, “My real, deepest, darkest is that I stole my brother’s porn magazine and lied to my grandmother and said that it was a literary magazine a select few students were privileged to receive at school. And then I read them and jerked off to them in her bathroom. She thought I was dying and called an ambulance and I sliced myself on the cheek with a razor when I heard them come in so no one would know what I had been doing.”
“...You...you dirty perve. Your poor grandmother, how could you be so terrible?”
“Spill.”
Jaejoong bit his lip and Yoochun poked his side until his friend sighed in resignation. “Fine. He...Well...I kissed him.”
Yoochun hadn’t known that shock could cause momentary paralyzation. He made a mental note to ask Changmin about it later. “Wow,” Yoochun breathed after a few seconds of silence, “I never thought you had it in you.”
Jaejoong hit him.
“So you just kissed him? How boring.”
Jaejoong raised his fist again and Yoochun slid back on the bench to avoid the swing.
“I mean, how was it? Everything you imagined and more? God, that is so cliche, don’t answer that, I don’t want to know. Are you happy?”
Yoochun thought that he might start crying when Jaejoong turned to him with the most beautiful smile etched across his face. Yoochun considered slipping on his sunglasses to protect his eyes from the glow that radiated from the other male. “Silly me. That was a stupid question.”
Jaejoong laughed.
“I lied,” Yoochun said again, as he got up, swinging his keys around his index finger, “I made up the story about my grandmother.”
Jaejoong chased him across campus, Yoochun practically splitting his sides from laughter as he avoided his friend’s fists.
“Minnie, we need to intervene.”
“I don’t want to intervene, hyung, I want to spend time with my girlfriend. Let them figure it out on their own time.”
Jaejoong pressed down on the bridge of his nose with his left hand as his right cradled his cell phone. “Soo Ae can help; Junsu will listen to her. Please, Changmin? I’ll bring you dinner for a week.”
Jaejoong smiled when he heard Changmin sigh across the electronic waves.
“Fine. But it had better be a fricking spectacular feast every night.”
“Whatever you want,” Jaejoong said distractedly as he reached the door to Yunho’s office. It was open and he walked in, waving at Yunho who was shuffling papers on his desk and looking thoroughly exasperated.
“What do you need us to do?”
“Um...let me set some stuff up first. I’ll call you.”
“Don’t call too late; if I’m in bed I’m not going to answer.”
Jaejoong smiled, his stomach twisting slightly as Yunho patted his head awkwardly, passing him and heading for a filing cabinet to look for a few folders.
“Bye, Minnie,” Jaejoong hung up before Changmin could find anything more to say. It was just in time to accept an armful of folders from Yunho.
“Homework,” Yunho informed him. “These are my lesson plans for the classes you’re going to help me with.”
Jaejoong hummed in interest and sat down in a chair, leafing through them curiously. Introduction to Law, Legal Writing, Constitutional Law 1. “Three classes?”
“I can find someone else.”
Jaejoong raised his head to find a brow of Yunho’s arching towards the ceiling. “I wasn’t complaining,” Jaejoong informed him, and he went back to looking through the large amount of paper in his lap.
“How many classes are you teaching?”
“Five. Yoochun’s taking one of them. Civil Procedure.”
Jaejoong nodded, remembering a conversation he had had with his friend about it. “It’s because Harvard didn’t have a course on Korean procedure. He’s making up a lot of classes this summer so he can graduate with us...lots of independent study too.”
“He was at Harvard?”
“His family’s in America. He transferred to SNU* because he wants to practice here, not in America.”
“Interesting. I’ll have to pick his brain. American law interests me.”
Jaejoong laughed.
A knock sounded on the doorframe and Jaejoong looked up to find a very handsome man leaning against the cherrywood.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize you’d be with a student.”
“No, it’s fine, come in. Jaejoong, this is Lee Donghae, he teaches Marine Biology. Donghae, Jaejoong’s the student I enlisted to help me.”
Donghae’s grin widened and Jaejoong found his hand being shaken exuberantly, half the papers falling onto the floor as they lost their support. “So you’re Kim Jaejoong? It’s so nice to meet you, Yunho just doesn’t shut up about you.”
“Really?” Jaejoong cast a sidelong glance at Yunho who was blushing.
“Only good things,” Donghae said, obviously oblivious to the look passing between student and teacher. “We professors always brag about our best pupils; it’s a matter of pride, really. I have a student who no matter what-”
“Did you need something, Donghae?”
Donghae paused mid-sentence and looked from Yunho to Jaejoong and then back to Yunho. “Did I interrupt something?” The marine biologist asked carefully.
“We were just discussing lesson plans,” Yunho answered and Jaejoong thought it might have been just a bit too quick, despite the fact that had been the only thing occurring.
“I was just coming to distract you. I’ll leave now, nice meeting you, Jaejoong. You have fun with those uh...lesson plans.”
Jaejoong felt his face flush and heard Yunho splutter as Donghae walked out of the office, a smirk pulling at his lips.
“Yunho, how much does he know?”
“Well, I may or may not have called him after that night...”
“Yunho.”
“Don’t worry. I walked in on him and the zoologist that works part time at the children’s museum fucking against a fish tank, so he won’t say anything.”
Jaejoong felt his blush grow with his curiosity. “Which zoologist is this?”
“I’m sure you’ll have the pleasure of meeting him over the summer. He’s working on a research project, something about mammals whose diets are strictly fish...or something. Donghae tried to explain it to me but he got too excited so I missed half of it.”
“He does seem...happy.”
“You’ll come to love him, it’s inevitable.”
Yunho walked back to where Jaejoong was picking up the notes that had fallen onto the floor and began to help him. “Although, I hear he makes his students cringe as much as I do.”
“Don’t be silly. We both know that you are master when it comes to making students cringe.”
“People should call me master more often, I like it.”
Jaejoong laughed as he watched Yunho realize what he had just said. “I’ll call you master whenever you want,” Jaejoong whispered into Yunho’s ear.
“You’ve been spending too much time with Yoochun,”
Jaejoong pulled away and looked up at his professor, pouting.
“Don’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s cute. It makes me want to kiss you and that’s not something I should do in my office.” The two stared at each other for a minute (making Jaejoong’s mouth do dry with want) before Yunho murmured, “Why don’t you come to my apartment for dinner?”
The sulk vanished and Jaejoong started to smile, but then he remembered the phone call he had made earlier. Changmin would kill him if he backed out.
“Ahh...I have to make Minnie dinner so we can set Yoochun and Junsu up.”
“I-thought they were already dating...aren’t they?”
“Chunnie’s just being melodramatic, so I have to fix it.”
“Why?”
Jaejoong sniffed. He was beginning to doubt his professor’s ability to think properly.
“Invite Changmin. You can just come early...and stay late.”
“You do realize that you’re inviting Changmin to eat at your house. And Soo Ae, because you don’t have one without the other when they’re in the same country...and she eats almost as much as he does.”
Yunho was grinning again and Jaejoong lost all rational thought when his professor very quickly kissed his forehead. “Well, then it’s a good thing you’re cooking, isn’t it?”
“Why did you invite them, Changmin?”
“Because I want this over and done with. We’ll corner them and lock them in a closet and then open it to find them all over each other and happy as clams.”
Jaejoong frowned and cast a dark look to Junsu and Yoochun who were happily yet somehow awkwardly sitting next to each other on a couch.
“I wish you would just let me do things my way.”
“Please, Jaejoong. All that you’re thinking about right now is Yunho.”
“That’s not true.”
“Yes it is. Let the night run it’s course...you’re food is bubbling over, go tend to it.” Jaejoong ran to the kitchen with a yelp and then began to yell death threats and curses at Changmin when he discovered his pots were still serenely simmering, no fires in sight.
“Is everything okay?”
Yunho was leaning on his counter (which was granite and shiny and gorgeous,) looking slightly worried.
“Once I kill Changmin, it will be perfect.”
Yunho laughed. “I have a knife sharpener in the pantry.”
“I may dig it out.”
“Are we killing someone?” Junsu had sauntered into the kitchen.
“Changmin,” Jaejoong’s voice was void of all emotion.
“Oooh. Can I help? Then I won’t have to buy new sheets.”
“You will be buying me new sheets, and you won’t be killing me, hyung, and when are we eating. I’m hungry.”
Jaejoong smacked away several hands that were attempting to test his dinner. “Where is Soo Ae, Changmin? She was supposed to come to keep you adequately distracted.”
“She wasn’t feeling good so she decided not to come.”
“Oh my god,” Junsu clutched at his heart, “You got her pregnant didn’t you?”
Yunho choked on the water he had just poured for himself and Jaejoong dropped his chopsticks into his frying pan.
“Who’s pregnant?” Yoochun had poked his head around a door jam. “Changmin, what did you do?”
“NO ONE! NO ONE IS PREGNANT! OH GAWD you are all such IDIOTS.”
“Hey, don’t get mad. It’s your choice to be here and not with your preggers girlfriend.”
“She’s not pregnant, Park Yoochun, and I am not here by choice.”
Jaejoong momentarily considered thwacking Changmin but then realized that would implicate him in the scheme so he stayed still.
“You’re...not?”
“No. So can you please make up with Junsu so that I can go back home and take care of my girlfriend who is sick and needing my attention.”
“Sorry...what?” Changmin clapped a hand over his mouth when he realized what he had said and looked to Jaejoong who shot a pleading look to Yunho.
“Am I missing something here?”
“I’m leaving,” Changmin ignored Junsu’s suspicious question.
Jaejoong glared daggers at his dongsaeng as Changmin turned around and grabbed his coat. “See you all tomorrow...if I feel like talking to any of you.”
Junsu was biting his lip and staring at Yoochun who was shuffling on his feet. “Maybe we should go too,” Junsu murmured and Yoochun nodded.
Before Jaejoong could even say goodbye the two had entwined their hands and left.
A gentle touch on his shoulder startled him, but he relaxed as he felt an arm creep around his middle. “I’m such an idiot,” he murmured as he turned into Yunho’s chest, “I’m so incredibly stupid.”
“That was entirely Changmin’s fault,” Yunho whispered, “Lesson learned: when Soo Ae is sick, don’t ask Changmin to do anything that doesn’t pertain to her.”
Jaejoong giggled and then sighed. “I knew I shouldn’t have cooked so much food. Now who’s going to eat all of it?”
*Seoul National University
Yes, there is a second part. These are all turning into two-shots... If I hadn't been cutting this I might have finished this verse bit sooner...oh well. :) Next bit will most likely be up tomorrow...stay tuned the YOOSU IS COMING!!!
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I pity Jae, well... at least he has Yunho
though they should totally have hot steamy sexBut yeah, keep writing or I'll have to tie you and tickle you till you surrender! (oh yes, I'm evil *evil laugh*)
ok ok, I'm done for now! MORE NOW haha *runs*
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thank you for reading, next bit is coming!!!!!
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