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[law!verse] Wanting
I was not expecting to update today. So yay. Surprise.
Warning: Shameless use of Mirotic lyrics. Enjoy.
Jaejoong had never been more nervous in his entire life. Not even one of Yunho's tests could have made him this on edge. He had spent all of last night reading Yunho's lecture notes, memorizing the way Yunho had written them. Jaejoong wasn't really sure if that had helped him at all, so in the end, he decided that it was best if he did as little talking as possible.
"Put your notebooks away," he finally said, after a few minutes of awkward silence, "First, Yunho is fine. He didn't break his leg like we originally thought, or his foot, but he twisted his ankle which is why is swelled, so that's good. He's going home tonight, however, no one is really sure when he's coming back to teach."
This of course was more due to the fact of the fall most likely not being an accident, but his students didn't need to know that.
"Second, this is not disrupting any plans for any more class days, so don't get your hopes up. However, this is the first time Yunho's ever missed a class so I expect you all to give him hell for it when you see him next."
A few people giggled.
"And lastly, I will be taking over this class until Yunho says otherwise. He asked me to remind you all to respect me and that if you have a problem with that you can talk to him…however, you might have some difficulties getting past the hospital staff," and the officer guarding him, Jaejoong added in his head, relieved that at least a few students had found that funny.
"I wanted to try something different in the next couple days, something I wish that this university had my grade do more often our first year. This is going to take a few classes but it's worth it…and before you ask, yes, Yunho approved of this idea. Split yourselves into threes, please."
There was some shuffling and giggling as people paired themselves up. Jaejoong watched as the boy that Sangmi had bothered with her feet on the first classes sat himself down next to Yejin who was blushing a terrible shade of red. Another girl, one of Yejin's friends, began to chat to him over Yejin's lap, oblivious to her friend's discomfort.
Jaejoong solicited a student to write the pairs up on the board and as he wrote them down in a notebook. "So, we're going to do this elimination style. I'm going to name a random topic - anything at all - and you and your partner are going to have fifteen minutes to come up with an argument for or against it - whichever I tell you. Winners move onto the next round. The last two will receive a few extra points on anything they choose - paper, test, even the final. And, if you put enough effort into this, I may be able to convince Yunho to let it count as a test substitute."
Jaejoong tried not to grin as he heard the excited murmurs. "This is a chance for the people who may not memorize well, but speak and process information better on the fly. We do try to be accommodating here."
A snort was heard and Jaejoong was positive that it had been Sangmi. "Sangmi your group will go first. You have fifteen minutes to build a case stating that pottery is not a legitimate form of art compared to sculpture."
"Are you fucking serious?"
Jaejoong glared at her. "You will refrain from using such language. Just because Yunho isn't here, it doesn't mean that his classroom rules don't apply. Sunghyun," Jaejoong named a skinny boy in the back that he knew hated Sangmi with a passion, "Your group will be arguing the opposite. Either of you may enlist a classmate or two as a witness. The rest of you, I suggest you pick a side and write out arguments, the more you do this, the better you will be when your turn comes around."
Jaejoong pulled out a timer. "Your fifteen minutes start now."
Sangmi was glowering as she turned to her group, but Jaejoong noted that she wasted no time in immediately bulldozing her groups conversation and ideas.
Sitting back in his chair, Jaejoong caught Yejin's eye and beckoned to her. With Yunho in the hospital, it had fallen upon the TA to broach the subject of tutoring. She stood and walked over, sitting in the chair that Jaejoong usually occupied during Yunho's lectures.
"This is about my last test, isn't it?" She asked quietly.
"Yes."
"I failed?" She whispered, obviously feeling miserable.
"You were a few points from that but it was pretty close," Jaejoong scooted closer to her, "Look, Yejin, I know you're smart, both Yunho and I do. You always have the right answers in class and you're papers are really good in comparison to the rest of the stuff I have to read."
Yejin smiled.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but it's writing down all of Yunho's notes and organizing all the information from the book that's hampering you."
She nodded slowly, throwing a glance over her shoulder to her cousin who had thankfully not noticed their little powwow.
"Yejin, would you consider being tutored?"
"By you?" She asked, cautiously.
"I would love to help you, but I can't. You…could find someone in class, but I have a friend who's in need of…well honestly, a distraction from life. He's really smart and I know he'd really be able to help you. At least think about it for awhile. You can tell me in class tomorrow, alright?"
Yejin nodded, "I will."
"Good. Go help your teammates; I think they think I stole you away for good."
Jaejoong was feeling immensely satisfied as he sat down and watched the class bite their lips and scratch their heads as they tried to come up with arguments that wouldn't make any one double over in laughter. It was a good exercise; what lawyer didn't have to bullshit answers once and awhile and make something ridiculous sound completely legitimate?
Maybe the teaching thing wouldn't be so terrible after all.
Yunho was waiting desperately for his pain medications to kick in when Yoochun barged into the hospital room practically dragging his overstuffed book bag behind him. He looked thoroughly pissed.
"I consider myself to be a relatively smart person."
"Hi?"
"I mean, would you say that in the grand scheme of things, I generally try to seek out the truth to better my understanding of a particular subject?"
Yunho took a steadying (painful) breath and folded his hands, sensing that Yoochun was having some sort of academic crisis and needed Professor Jung to listen, not Jaejoong's boyfriend. "I would say that, yes."
"And would you also not say that professors do the same thing?"
"They must."
"So, logically following this," Yoochun spoke animatedly with his hands, pacing the room, "if a smart professor and a smart student disagreed, then there should at least be equal listening on both sides, right?"
"Yoochun, what happened?"
The prowling stopped and Yoochun sighed. "Your substitute or whatever you want to call him didn't like the fact that I calmly and rationally argued against him concerning the pluses and minuses of a jury trial system."
"Oh dear."
"And I mean, I've had a little experience with this, coming from America," Yoochun began to pace again, "and you even said the exact same thing the other day, but he wouldn't listen to me! So now I have to do research on the stupid thing even though I already know it."
"Pull up a chair, we'll go over it."
"Thank you."
A pen between his teeth, Yoochun rummaged in his bag for a notebook, but Yunho shook his head, "don't write it down, it'll look awful if you're going through notes."
Grumbling, Yoochun put it away. "Oh, I almost forgot. From Jaejoong."
Yunho's mouth began to water automatically as Yoochun pulled out a container of food from his bag. There was no need to even have to know what was in it.
"I love him," Yunho stated, "Dear God I love that man so much."
"Keep the mush to yourself and help me understand this stupid shit better."
Yunho snapped his chopsticks at him, pain forgotten; "Watch what you're calling stupid."
When Jaejoong arrived at the hospital room (Sun Hea in tow,) to pick up Yunho a few hours later, Yoochun was still there.
"Thank God," Yunho muttered, "I signed the release papers hours ago."
"Yes, well, you know," Jaejoong forced a smile, "I had to teach…"
Sniggering was heard from Yoochun as he began to put his books away.
"How did it go?"
"Good," Jaejoong smiled, pushing a wheelchair over to the bed, "You can question me later, we need to get back before Changmin and Seungyon kill each other."
"Junsu was supposed to be there," Yoochun said (like it was supposed to fix the problem, Jaejoong noted,) "is he not there?"
"He is, but there's a soccer game on, so he's not really paying attention to anything else."
"Jaejoong, I am not going to sit-"
"Yes you are," There was no question in Jaejoong's mind that Yunho had been about to protest the use of a wheelchair.
"Jaejoong."
"I'm sorry, are you actually trying to argue this with me Mr. Three broken ribs and a twisted ankle? You go right ahead and see how far you get walking." He crossed his arms, face set as he tried to mirror Yunho's stubborn face.
The only sound was Sun Hea tottering around the room, looking behind chairs and potted plants asking quietly, "Teukie?"
Grumbling mixed with a sigh escaped Yunho's lips and Jaejoong knew that he had won.
"Thank you."
Yunho earned another glare as he tried to wave off Jaejoong gently supporting his back as he swung his legs (slowly) off the bed.
"Admit it," Yoochun grinned as he grabbed a hold of Sun Hea's hand, "you are so whipped."
"Shut up," Yunho gritted his teeth.
"I told you walking was a stupid idea. Aren't I smart?"
"You can shut up too."
"I don't think you want dinner tonight."
"Like you could ever purposefully starve anyone."
"I sent Seungyon to bed with no supper last night."
Yunho sighed. "You don't love him like you love me."
"Wow, the L word already. Why didn't you tell me, Joongie?"
"He told you to shut up," Jaejoong muttered, trying not to smile as Yunho grabbed onto his hand affectionately as soon as he was comfortably seated.
"Sorry, I shall dutifully distance myself from your lover squabbles."
"Sit!" Sun Hea wiggled out of Yoochun's hand and pointed to Yunho's lap. Jaejoong had to admit that it did look terribly inviting.
"It's fine," Yunho said, "She can sit."
Jaejoong lifted her and set her gently on Yunho's lap. She started to lean back but Jaejoong held her firmly. "No, he's still hurting."
She frowned, trying to push herself back.
"Sun Hea, sit as I'm telling you or you will walk with Yoochun."
"You make it sound unpleasant," Jaejoong heard Yoochun sniff.
After another minute of sulking she seemed to finally understand and let Yunho hold her in place, his hands on her waist. Jaejoong wished, just for a second, that he could be Sun Hea. He missed those hands on his body. Yunho winked at him as soon as Jaejoong let the longing sigh escape his lungs.
"God you two, let's just go, okay? Want me to push him so that you two can send special looks at each other as we walk out?"
"You really need to shut up," Jaejoong said, "Like really, Yoochunnie; I'm going to tell on you."
"Mature, hyung, so mature."
"It's the kids," Yunho said as Jaejoong steered him out, Sun Hea squealing in excitement, obviously not expecting the movement at all.
"You keep telling yourself that, Yunho. Trust me, his maturity level has actually gone up since he had to be a responsible adult. Did you seriously never hear him squeal over you before class?"
"Yoochun!"
"Oh, I heard. I would wait outside the door to the classroom and listen, it was the best part of my day."
Jaejoong blushed. I'm going to die of embarrassment. "You did not."
"I did too. It was very cute."
I can see the headlines now: Death by Embarrassment. Jaejoong hoped that the police officer following them out had really bad hearing.
"Seriously, Jaejoong, it was adorable."
"Okay, I'm sorry I said anything. Let's just get home please, I'm missing my Su."
"I hope he's too engrossed in the soccer game to notice you," Jaejoong bit out.
"My Susu always notices me."
"You are not allowed to talk to me until we get home."
"You're only proving my point about immaturity."
"Yoochun, just let him seethe."
"Thank you, Yunho."
"Whatever. I cannot wait to get back and kiss my boyfriend senseless."
"I've never speaking to you again."
"That's fine, hyung. I'll just talk to Yunho."
"Pink!" Sun Hea squealed and Jaejoong sighed as Yunho and Yoochun cooed over her.
I'm not immature.
"How is this fair?" Jaejoong murmured as he tucked a blanket around Yunho, "I finally get live in the same house with you and we can't even sleep in the same bed."
"You're pout is adorable," Yunho replied, managing to kiss the corner of it as Jaejoong's face passed his in the middle of his blanket tucking.
"Yunho."
"I know. It's really unfair."
Jaejoong sat by the recliner and let his head fall onto the cushion, gripping Yunho's hand tightly. "Maybe I'll just sleep like this tonight."
"I don't think so. Then we might end up with two people in wheel chairs."
"Hah."
"You said finally…that implies you've been thinking about living with me?'
"I…" Jaejoong knew that he was blushing (for the millionth time that day,) "That's…I mean…"
How many times am I going to die of embarrassment today?"
Yunho smiled. "I'm honored that you want to share my bed."
Jaejoong stared stupidly at him for a second before saying, "Did you actually just say that?"
"I guess I did. Was it a little weird? I was trying to distract you from your awkwardness…even though it was really cute."
"You turn me into a pile of mush," Jaejoong muttered, "I think I'm going to get toothaches because you're so damn sweet."
"Thank you?"
"You're welcome," Jaejoong laid his head back on the recliner. "Besides, I have shared your bed."
"You don't have to remind me," Jaejoong shivered slightly at Yunho's tone, "I relive that night in my head all the time."
Jaejoong was fighting too many urges to think of a reply.
"So the class went good?"
"Yeah." Breathe.
"What did you have them debate?"
"Pottery vs. Sculpture."
"Jaejoong, I was kidding when I suggested that earlier."
"I know. Turns out you're a genius, though. Sangmi's team completely failed to prove that you can't consider pottery an art form. Sunghyun's argument was incredible, I felt like I was listening to evidence in a murder trial because of the way he laid it all out, you should have heard him."
"Stupid stairs," Yunho muttered.
Jaejoong silently agreed, closing his eyes and breathing in Yunho's scent which had somehow already permeated the seat.
"You really shouldn't sleep there."
"I know," Jaejoong almost melted as he felt a hand tangle itself in his hair almost passionately.
"Jaejoong…"
He looked up, surprised at the tone of voice, and swallowed.
"Yunho don't, we can't."
"I'd rather deal with the pain of breathing hard then…then not having you."
"You can't have me, now, Yunho-yah. You can barely move, how are you supposed to…Yunho…"
"At least kiss me."
Jaejoong became momentarily dizzy as Yunho's hand roamed his torso and Jaejoong somehow squished himself onto a corner of the recliner so he could access the lips he'd been staring at all night.
"Touch me," Yunho breathed into Jaejoong's ear and electricity twisted his gut, "Please, Joongie-ah, you've been driving me insane all night."
"Yunho…"
"Breathing hard is good, the doctor said deep breaths are good, it's what I have the pain meds for, love, so I can breath and not get an infection."
Jaejoong wasn't sure why his hand slid down Yunho's pants when his brain was telling it not to, but he stopped wondering with Yunho moaned into his ear.
Jaejoong swallowed the sounds his lover was making, murmuring gentle pleas for silence so no one would hear. He accidently bit Yunho's lip when he felt the professor grip his hips and maneuver him into a position that allowed for some touching of his own.
"Yunho…"
"Stop protesting this. My arms and hands are in perfect health. Thank God."
Jaejoong lost his reply as he arched himself into Yunho's touch. "See," Yunho said, all breath and no voice, quiet as a tomb, "neon narul wonhae."
Jaejoong lost all reason at Yunho's soft declaration, (yes, yes, I do,) and looking back, he didn't even know how they managed to not make any noise as they came all over each other and the recliner and the floor.
"When I can properly move again," Yunho had whispered, cradling Jaejoong's head on the part of himself that didn't ache, "I am locking us inside my bedroom and we will not be leaving it for days."
"That is probably the most brilliant thing you've ever said, and you've said a lot of smart things"
Jaejoong looked up to see Yunho wincing as he shifted slightly in his seat. Jaejoong sent his lover a look that was upset but also slightly resigned.
"It's worth it," Yunho whispered, "You're always worth it, Jaejoong-ah."
~~~~~~~
*dies* I didn't even plan to write that whole last part. Omg. Yunjae what are you doing to me? I planned on writing my actual plot this verse but they just begged me for attention...what could I do? I'll try to be productive for the next one, promise
*goes to hide* cookies?
Warning: Shameless use of Mirotic lyrics. Enjoy.
Jaejoong had never been more nervous in his entire life. Not even one of Yunho's tests could have made him this on edge. He had spent all of last night reading Yunho's lecture notes, memorizing the way Yunho had written them. Jaejoong wasn't really sure if that had helped him at all, so in the end, he decided that it was best if he did as little talking as possible.
"Put your notebooks away," he finally said, after a few minutes of awkward silence, "First, Yunho is fine. He didn't break his leg like we originally thought, or his foot, but he twisted his ankle which is why is swelled, so that's good. He's going home tonight, however, no one is really sure when he's coming back to teach."
This of course was more due to the fact of the fall most likely not being an accident, but his students didn't need to know that.
"Second, this is not disrupting any plans for any more class days, so don't get your hopes up. However, this is the first time Yunho's ever missed a class so I expect you all to give him hell for it when you see him next."
A few people giggled.
"And lastly, I will be taking over this class until Yunho says otherwise. He asked me to remind you all to respect me and that if you have a problem with that you can talk to him…however, you might have some difficulties getting past the hospital staff," and the officer guarding him, Jaejoong added in his head, relieved that at least a few students had found that funny.
"I wanted to try something different in the next couple days, something I wish that this university had my grade do more often our first year. This is going to take a few classes but it's worth it…and before you ask, yes, Yunho approved of this idea. Split yourselves into threes, please."
There was some shuffling and giggling as people paired themselves up. Jaejoong watched as the boy that Sangmi had bothered with her feet on the first classes sat himself down next to Yejin who was blushing a terrible shade of red. Another girl, one of Yejin's friends, began to chat to him over Yejin's lap, oblivious to her friend's discomfort.
Jaejoong solicited a student to write the pairs up on the board and as he wrote them down in a notebook. "So, we're going to do this elimination style. I'm going to name a random topic - anything at all - and you and your partner are going to have fifteen minutes to come up with an argument for or against it - whichever I tell you. Winners move onto the next round. The last two will receive a few extra points on anything they choose - paper, test, even the final. And, if you put enough effort into this, I may be able to convince Yunho to let it count as a test substitute."
Jaejoong tried not to grin as he heard the excited murmurs. "This is a chance for the people who may not memorize well, but speak and process information better on the fly. We do try to be accommodating here."
A snort was heard and Jaejoong was positive that it had been Sangmi. "Sangmi your group will go first. You have fifteen minutes to build a case stating that pottery is not a legitimate form of art compared to sculpture."
"Are you fucking serious?"
Jaejoong glared at her. "You will refrain from using such language. Just because Yunho isn't here, it doesn't mean that his classroom rules don't apply. Sunghyun," Jaejoong named a skinny boy in the back that he knew hated Sangmi with a passion, "Your group will be arguing the opposite. Either of you may enlist a classmate or two as a witness. The rest of you, I suggest you pick a side and write out arguments, the more you do this, the better you will be when your turn comes around."
Jaejoong pulled out a timer. "Your fifteen minutes start now."
Sangmi was glowering as she turned to her group, but Jaejoong noted that she wasted no time in immediately bulldozing her groups conversation and ideas.
Sitting back in his chair, Jaejoong caught Yejin's eye and beckoned to her. With Yunho in the hospital, it had fallen upon the TA to broach the subject of tutoring. She stood and walked over, sitting in the chair that Jaejoong usually occupied during Yunho's lectures.
"This is about my last test, isn't it?" She asked quietly.
"Yes."
"I failed?" She whispered, obviously feeling miserable.
"You were a few points from that but it was pretty close," Jaejoong scooted closer to her, "Look, Yejin, I know you're smart, both Yunho and I do. You always have the right answers in class and you're papers are really good in comparison to the rest of the stuff I have to read."
Yejin smiled.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but it's writing down all of Yunho's notes and organizing all the information from the book that's hampering you."
She nodded slowly, throwing a glance over her shoulder to her cousin who had thankfully not noticed their little powwow.
"Yejin, would you consider being tutored?"
"By you?" She asked, cautiously.
"I would love to help you, but I can't. You…could find someone in class, but I have a friend who's in need of…well honestly, a distraction from life. He's really smart and I know he'd really be able to help you. At least think about it for awhile. You can tell me in class tomorrow, alright?"
Yejin nodded, "I will."
"Good. Go help your teammates; I think they think I stole you away for good."
Jaejoong was feeling immensely satisfied as he sat down and watched the class bite their lips and scratch their heads as they tried to come up with arguments that wouldn't make any one double over in laughter. It was a good exercise; what lawyer didn't have to bullshit answers once and awhile and make something ridiculous sound completely legitimate?
Maybe the teaching thing wouldn't be so terrible after all.
Yunho was waiting desperately for his pain medications to kick in when Yoochun barged into the hospital room practically dragging his overstuffed book bag behind him. He looked thoroughly pissed.
"I consider myself to be a relatively smart person."
"Hi?"
"I mean, would you say that in the grand scheme of things, I generally try to seek out the truth to better my understanding of a particular subject?"
Yunho took a steadying (painful) breath and folded his hands, sensing that Yoochun was having some sort of academic crisis and needed Professor Jung to listen, not Jaejoong's boyfriend. "I would say that, yes."
"And would you also not say that professors do the same thing?"
"They must."
"So, logically following this," Yoochun spoke animatedly with his hands, pacing the room, "if a smart professor and a smart student disagreed, then there should at least be equal listening on both sides, right?"
"Yoochun, what happened?"
The prowling stopped and Yoochun sighed. "Your substitute or whatever you want to call him didn't like the fact that I calmly and rationally argued against him concerning the pluses and minuses of a jury trial system."
"Oh dear."
"And I mean, I've had a little experience with this, coming from America," Yoochun began to pace again, "and you even said the exact same thing the other day, but he wouldn't listen to me! So now I have to do research on the stupid thing even though I already know it."
"Pull up a chair, we'll go over it."
"Thank you."
A pen between his teeth, Yoochun rummaged in his bag for a notebook, but Yunho shook his head, "don't write it down, it'll look awful if you're going through notes."
Grumbling, Yoochun put it away. "Oh, I almost forgot. From Jaejoong."
Yunho's mouth began to water automatically as Yoochun pulled out a container of food from his bag. There was no need to even have to know what was in it.
"I love him," Yunho stated, "Dear God I love that man so much."
"Keep the mush to yourself and help me understand this stupid shit better."
Yunho snapped his chopsticks at him, pain forgotten; "Watch what you're calling stupid."
When Jaejoong arrived at the hospital room (Sun Hea in tow,) to pick up Yunho a few hours later, Yoochun was still there.
"Thank God," Yunho muttered, "I signed the release papers hours ago."
"Yes, well, you know," Jaejoong forced a smile, "I had to teach…"
Sniggering was heard from Yoochun as he began to put his books away.
"How did it go?"
"Good," Jaejoong smiled, pushing a wheelchair over to the bed, "You can question me later, we need to get back before Changmin and Seungyon kill each other."
"Junsu was supposed to be there," Yoochun said (like it was supposed to fix the problem, Jaejoong noted,) "is he not there?"
"He is, but there's a soccer game on, so he's not really paying attention to anything else."
"Jaejoong, I am not going to sit-"
"Yes you are," There was no question in Jaejoong's mind that Yunho had been about to protest the use of a wheelchair.
"Jaejoong."
"I'm sorry, are you actually trying to argue this with me Mr. Three broken ribs and a twisted ankle? You go right ahead and see how far you get walking." He crossed his arms, face set as he tried to mirror Yunho's stubborn face.
The only sound was Sun Hea tottering around the room, looking behind chairs and potted plants asking quietly, "Teukie?"
Grumbling mixed with a sigh escaped Yunho's lips and Jaejoong knew that he had won.
"Thank you."
Yunho earned another glare as he tried to wave off Jaejoong gently supporting his back as he swung his legs (slowly) off the bed.
"Admit it," Yoochun grinned as he grabbed a hold of Sun Hea's hand, "you are so whipped."
"Shut up," Yunho gritted his teeth.
"I told you walking was a stupid idea. Aren't I smart?"
"You can shut up too."
"I don't think you want dinner tonight."
"Like you could ever purposefully starve anyone."
"I sent Seungyon to bed with no supper last night."
Yunho sighed. "You don't love him like you love me."
"Wow, the L word already. Why didn't you tell me, Joongie?"
"He told you to shut up," Jaejoong muttered, trying not to smile as Yunho grabbed onto his hand affectionately as soon as he was comfortably seated.
"Sorry, I shall dutifully distance myself from your lover squabbles."
"Sit!" Sun Hea wiggled out of Yoochun's hand and pointed to Yunho's lap. Jaejoong had to admit that it did look terribly inviting.
"It's fine," Yunho said, "She can sit."
Jaejoong lifted her and set her gently on Yunho's lap. She started to lean back but Jaejoong held her firmly. "No, he's still hurting."
She frowned, trying to push herself back.
"Sun Hea, sit as I'm telling you or you will walk with Yoochun."
"You make it sound unpleasant," Jaejoong heard Yoochun sniff.
After another minute of sulking she seemed to finally understand and let Yunho hold her in place, his hands on her waist. Jaejoong wished, just for a second, that he could be Sun Hea. He missed those hands on his body. Yunho winked at him as soon as Jaejoong let the longing sigh escape his lungs.
"God you two, let's just go, okay? Want me to push him so that you two can send special looks at each other as we walk out?"
"You really need to shut up," Jaejoong said, "Like really, Yoochunnie; I'm going to tell on you."
"Mature, hyung, so mature."
"It's the kids," Yunho said as Jaejoong steered him out, Sun Hea squealing in excitement, obviously not expecting the movement at all.
"You keep telling yourself that, Yunho. Trust me, his maturity level has actually gone up since he had to be a responsible adult. Did you seriously never hear him squeal over you before class?"
"Yoochun!"
"Oh, I heard. I would wait outside the door to the classroom and listen, it was the best part of my day."
Jaejoong blushed. I'm going to die of embarrassment. "You did not."
"I did too. It was very cute."
I can see the headlines now: Death by Embarrassment. Jaejoong hoped that the police officer following them out had really bad hearing.
"Seriously, Jaejoong, it was adorable."
"Okay, I'm sorry I said anything. Let's just get home please, I'm missing my Su."
"I hope he's too engrossed in the soccer game to notice you," Jaejoong bit out.
"My Susu always notices me."
"You are not allowed to talk to me until we get home."
"You're only proving my point about immaturity."
"Yoochun, just let him seethe."
"Thank you, Yunho."
"Whatever. I cannot wait to get back and kiss my boyfriend senseless."
"I've never speaking to you again."
"That's fine, hyung. I'll just talk to Yunho."
"Pink!" Sun Hea squealed and Jaejoong sighed as Yunho and Yoochun cooed over her.
I'm not immature.
"How is this fair?" Jaejoong murmured as he tucked a blanket around Yunho, "I finally get live in the same house with you and we can't even sleep in the same bed."
"You're pout is adorable," Yunho replied, managing to kiss the corner of it as Jaejoong's face passed his in the middle of his blanket tucking.
"Yunho."
"I know. It's really unfair."
Jaejoong sat by the recliner and let his head fall onto the cushion, gripping Yunho's hand tightly. "Maybe I'll just sleep like this tonight."
"I don't think so. Then we might end up with two people in wheel chairs."
"Hah."
"You said finally…that implies you've been thinking about living with me?'
"I…" Jaejoong knew that he was blushing (for the millionth time that day,) "That's…I mean…"
How many times am I going to die of embarrassment today?"
Yunho smiled. "I'm honored that you want to share my bed."
Jaejoong stared stupidly at him for a second before saying, "Did you actually just say that?"
"I guess I did. Was it a little weird? I was trying to distract you from your awkwardness…even though it was really cute."
"You turn me into a pile of mush," Jaejoong muttered, "I think I'm going to get toothaches because you're so damn sweet."
"Thank you?"
"You're welcome," Jaejoong laid his head back on the recliner. "Besides, I have shared your bed."
"You don't have to remind me," Jaejoong shivered slightly at Yunho's tone, "I relive that night in my head all the time."
Jaejoong was fighting too many urges to think of a reply.
"So the class went good?"
"Yeah." Breathe.
"What did you have them debate?"
"Pottery vs. Sculpture."
"Jaejoong, I was kidding when I suggested that earlier."
"I know. Turns out you're a genius, though. Sangmi's team completely failed to prove that you can't consider pottery an art form. Sunghyun's argument was incredible, I felt like I was listening to evidence in a murder trial because of the way he laid it all out, you should have heard him."
"Stupid stairs," Yunho muttered.
Jaejoong silently agreed, closing his eyes and breathing in Yunho's scent which had somehow already permeated the seat.
"You really shouldn't sleep there."
"I know," Jaejoong almost melted as he felt a hand tangle itself in his hair almost passionately.
"Jaejoong…"
He looked up, surprised at the tone of voice, and swallowed.
"Yunho don't, we can't."
"I'd rather deal with the pain of breathing hard then…then not having you."
"You can't have me, now, Yunho-yah. You can barely move, how are you supposed to…Yunho…"
"At least kiss me."
Jaejoong became momentarily dizzy as Yunho's hand roamed his torso and Jaejoong somehow squished himself onto a corner of the recliner so he could access the lips he'd been staring at all night.
"Touch me," Yunho breathed into Jaejoong's ear and electricity twisted his gut, "Please, Joongie-ah, you've been driving me insane all night."
"Yunho…"
"Breathing hard is good, the doctor said deep breaths are good, it's what I have the pain meds for, love, so I can breath and not get an infection."
Jaejoong wasn't sure why his hand slid down Yunho's pants when his brain was telling it not to, but he stopped wondering with Yunho moaned into his ear.
Jaejoong swallowed the sounds his lover was making, murmuring gentle pleas for silence so no one would hear. He accidently bit Yunho's lip when he felt the professor grip his hips and maneuver him into a position that allowed for some touching of his own.
"Yunho…"
"Stop protesting this. My arms and hands are in perfect health. Thank God."
Jaejoong lost his reply as he arched himself into Yunho's touch. "See," Yunho said, all breath and no voice, quiet as a tomb, "neon narul wonhae."
Jaejoong lost all reason at Yunho's soft declaration, (yes, yes, I do,) and looking back, he didn't even know how they managed to not make any noise as they came all over each other and the recliner and the floor.
"When I can properly move again," Yunho had whispered, cradling Jaejoong's head on the part of himself that didn't ache, "I am locking us inside my bedroom and we will not be leaving it for days."
"That is probably the most brilliant thing you've ever said, and you've said a lot of smart things"
Jaejoong looked up to see Yunho wincing as he shifted slightly in his seat. Jaejoong sent his lover a look that was upset but also slightly resigned.
"It's worth it," Yunho whispered, "You're always worth it, Jaejoong-ah."
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*dies* I didn't even plan to write that whole last part. Omg. Yunjae what are you doing to me? I planned on writing my actual plot this verse but they just begged me for attention...what could I do? I'll try to be productive for the next one, promise
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