Genre: AU, fluff, romance, mild angst
Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from the story. I wish I had YunJae and if I had my way, they'd move to New Zealand so they can be civil-unionised here
Summary: Yunho knows ice very well. He is the youngest team captain in the history of the best professional hockey team in South Korea, bringing his teammates to glory time and time again. But a little something has been missing lately, a spark that everyone has grown to recognise from the young man. His teammates know exactly what’s wrong but he refuses to acknowledge it. Jaejoong is much too young to be this cynical and jaded. At least, that’s what his parents say, but what do they know? They love their only son and only want him to be happy despite not agreeing with his rock star lifestyle. When the 29 year old finds himself in rehab after a sort of accidental overdose, his tearful parents give him an ultimatum. Now he has to figure out what to do with the ball of ice that is his heart…
AN1: You guys, I wanted to kill people. The fucking venue had THREE toilets. THREE toilets for over 200 people. Do you have any idea how fucking ridiculous that is? I had to bloody call the Portaloo company because NOBODY thought about it ugh and had to order like five more toilets. Good grief… If any toilet humour spills into this, you’ll know why :-/
AN2: This banner was done by taigrin
“You do realise it’s after nine and my house has no furniture right?” Yunho drops Jaejoong on the hood of his car, trying to back away but the man traps him with his legs.
“You’re so warm, don’t go.”
“We’ll be much warmer in the car.”
Jaejoong smiles blithely, popping his sunglasses on his nose and lies back on the still warm hood, stretching his arms languidly over his head, arching, causing his hoodie and teeshirt to ride up, exposing his belly button piercing with the blood red ruby in it.
Yunho’s eyes are drawn immediately to the pale skin, and the crimson jewel winking in the bright street lamp, unable to stop himself as he places a warm palm on the strip of skin he can see, running his hand up under Jae’s top, making the beautiful man moan happily as he tightens his legs around the backs of Yunho’s thighs.
“I feel like I’m floating. Why do I feel like I’m floating?”
Yunho chuckles at the older man who has an absolutely blissful smile on his face. He can understand the need for the sunglasses so while he wants nothing more than to look into Jae’s eyes, he is content watching his mouth stretch in a very uncharacteristic smile.
No, not uncharacteristic.
This is Jae.
He reluctantly pulls his hand away from that soft, yet hard body, trying to ignore the throaty whines coming from the prone man that are making his cock want to take a peek, as he does so. “Come on, baby, we need to go. I’m getting cold while you’re all nice and warm on my poor car.”
And he has to hide a grin when the blissful smile turns into a gorgeous pout, Jae sitting up on his elbows, lowering his sunglasses as he glares up at Yunho over the rim.
“Your poor car? What about me?”
“What about you?”
Jaejoong huffs, sitting up, yelping when Yunho leans down to heft him back into his arms, his hands securely and rather proprietarily on his ass as he smirks at him.
“Stop sulking Mr. Rockstar and get in the damn car before I freeze my ass off.”
Jaejoong grumbles as Yunho drops him gently to his feet, muttering under his breath as he moves round to the passenger side of the car.
“Somehow, me being a rockstar doesn’t seem to make a lick of difference.”
Yunho hears him, grinning as he sticks out his tongue at the pouting older man, speaking as he enters the car.
“You’re right, it makes no difference whatsoever.”
Jaejoong zips his hoodie all the way up to his nose to hide the ridiculous smile he is wearing at the younger man’s words, watching those long fingers fiddle with the buttons on the dash to turn the heating up and get music going. A familiar song starts to play and he groans, sinking lower in his seat as Yunho backs out of his parents driveway. He zips his hoodie up even more, taking off his sunglasses so he can zip himself all the way up.
Yunho looks over at the now completely hidden singer, chuckling as he pokes him in the side.
“What’s wrong now?”
“Change the channel,” comes the muffled reply.
“Change the what?”
Jaejoong unzips the hoodie down to his nose again, eyeing the younger man balefully. “Channel. Radio channel. Change it.”
“But I like this song.”
“Do you know who sings it?”
“Um… I don’t know. Some old group. They’re all probably ahjusshis now.”
Yunho lets out a sharp yelp when he gets a fist straight to the shoulder, almost causing him to swerve into the next lane. Thankfully, the road is pretty quiet as they are still in the suburbs.
“Yah! What the hell?”
“I was in that group, you idiot!”
“Aren’t you an ahjusshi?”
Jaejoong groans, zipping his hoodie back up as Yunho’s thoroughly amused chuckles ring around the confined space of the car. Trust him to find the one man who truly doesn’t give a flying crap about his rock god status. Ahjusshi? What a rude little kid! He stays zipped up, starting to sweat, huffing and puffing in the carbon dioxide laden confines of his hoodie, actually pouting. But god, does he want to smile and sing from the rooftops. Yunho is completely irreverent, and despite being really unused to being teased, Jaejoong finds that he is actually starting to like it.
Yunho keeps looking over the wrapped up superstar, shaking his head constantly, a smile permanently etched on his face. Jae must really be used to getting his own way. Well, too bad for him, Yunho is also used to getting his own way. It’ll definitely be fun to see who wins the battle of wills.
He can sense that they are on the motorway, and Jaejoong finally unzips himself, looking curiously around. His still damp hair from his shower is plastered to his head, and he looks rather adorable with sunglasses on, and his hair like a mushroom, with just his nose peeking out over the zip of the hoodie.
“Where are we going?”
“Your home? I didn’t bring the keys to my home.”
“You live in Seoul?”
“I have an apartment there. Remember my wall?”
Well, Yunho’s cock certainly remembers as it twitches in appreciation as Jaejoong’s flyaway words. The man is definitely a master at seduction and innuendo. Yunho has to pay attention and try and deflect it, otherwise he might find themselves parked in a secluded bush somewhere trying to replicate a mating show on the Discovery channel.
Good grief, now his brain has turned to them fucking like animals.
Kim Jaejoong is very bad influence.
He clears his throat, trying to think of hockey plays to slow the blood flow to his cock.
Ice. He needs to think of ice.
He remembers the poster of the man on his sister’s wall. Jae’s nipples look like they’re always iced.
Oh fuck, this is not going well at all.
He coughs loudly, trying not to look at Jae whom he can see looking at him curiously out the corner of his eye.
“We’re going to my parents’ home.”
“What!?” Jaejoong sits up quickly, unzipping himself till mid-chest as he turns in the bucket seat, pulling the seat belt so that he can face his body towards the young man studiously staring at the road. What is he doing? Parents?
“Relax, ahjusshi. You can wait in the car.”
“Yah!” Jaejoong smacks Yunho again, less harder than the first time, and it makes the younger man laugh. “I am not an ahjusshi you horrible man.”
“Does that mean you’re not waiting in the car? Because I meant for an ahjusshi to stay in the car.”
Jaejoong simply crosses his arms, huffing annoyedly as he sits back in his seat. He is a little apprehensive. He didn’t see the problem with showing his parents that they’re together since his parents already practically treat Yunho as their second son anyway. Yunho’s parents on the other hand are an unknown entity. He is worried about being judged and found wanting because parents who give their son a house so that he doesn’t have to commute must love their son a whole damn lot. His natural defences are coming back up, and he can feel the walls bricking up.
But just as the walls are about to be cemented around himself, just as the ice is about to be reformed around his heart, just as he’s about to fortify himself for the public, putting on his Hero persona, a warm hand lands on his knee, squeezing it gently.
“I can feel you closing up from way over here. I know it’s probably too early, but will you trust me?”
Simple words, but with the word he’s always avoided for most of his life.
Jaejoong stares at the hand on his knee, the overlarge knuckles at complete odds with the long slim fingers. Pianist fingers. Yunho has beautiful hands. And as he watches, he is struck by something.
Yunho’s hands are not travelling further up his leg. They are staying on his knee, not straying any further up. For a man who is excellent at manipulating, and used to being manipulated, the fact that Yunho is not using his physical attraction to get him to agree to what he wants just about kills him. He knows what he would have done. As Hero Jaejoong, and perhaps even as Kim Jaejoong, he’d have long had his hand on Yunho’s upper thigh, distracting him, turning him on, till he has no idea what he’s agreeing or disagreeing to.
But not Yunho.
And then there’s his question.
Will you trust me?
And he’d prefaced it by giving Jaejoong an out if he says no. He is asking, not demanding, and even giving him a good reason to decline. And he had said “will” not “do”. A simple word can change the tone of a question so easily.
Do you trust me is a challenge, will you trust me is a plea.
Jaejoong smiles, placing his hand over the top of Yunho’s and lacing their fingers together. He steals a look over at the younger man, and his smile widens when he sees Yunho’s mouth tugging up to the side in a tiny smile of his own.
They sit in silence for the rest of the drive, content to hold hands and listen to pop music on the radio channel that Yunho had refused to change it from.
As they enter the security gate of a huge property, close enough to the heart of Seoul for Jaejoong to know how bloody expensive the place probably is, his heart starts pounding once again. And again, Yunho reassures him without needing to say a word, flipping his palm over to clasp their clammy hands together.
Jaejoong isn’t the only nervous one.
Yunho gets out first, going round to the passenger side to get the door for Jaejoong, but he is pleasantly surprised when the older man emerges on his own. The hoodie is once again zipped up to his chin, his sunglasses nowhere to be found, his eyes huge and dark and looking a little lost.
“Hey,” Yunho speaks softly, slipping an arm around him, tugging Jae to his side, and the man literally melts against him.
Their bodies meld together, Jae molding himself to fit under Yunho’s arm and he buries his nose against Yunho’s throat again, kissing his favourite spot and smiling.
“You know, I’ve imagined myself tucked into your side for awhile now.”
“And how is the reality?” Yunho nuzzles his nose against Jae’s hair.
“I don’t want to move.”
“Then you don’t have to.”
“I don’t know how your parents are going to react with me plastered to your side the first time I meet them.”
“We can always prank them.”
Jaejoong laughs then, pulling away slightly to gaze up at Yunho who is looking down fondly at him. “Somehow I don’t think your parents would appreciate that.”
“Maybe. But I certainly would.”
Yunho presses a quick kiss to Jaejoong’s temple, and turns, coaxing the man to move with him. He smiles when Jae tightens his hold, keeping himself plastered to his side.
“You’re just asking for trouble.”
“I am trouble.”
“Oh, trust me, I know.”
“I do trust you.”
Yunho’s hand squeezes at Jaejoong’s hip as they approach the front door. “I know.”
The door opens just as they get to it, a uniformed man smiling at the cuddling couple in greeting.
“Welcome back. Your parents are in the blue room.”
“You have a fucking butler?” Jaejoong hisses under his breath as he sends the liveried man a blinding smile, more out of nervousness and surprise than anything else as they walk into the house. “The blue room? The blue fucking room? You have colour coordinated rooms? What is this? England? Am I meeting the king and queen or something? The blue goddamn fucking room? Jung Yunho, turn around right now, I’m not meeting your royal parents.”
“Calm down, love. I’m not turning around, but you can wait here if you want.”
“I’m not going to calm the fuck down. The blue fucking room?”
“Why are you so fixated on the room colour?”
Mr and Mrs Jung both look up as they here a strangled yelp from the doorway of the room where they are conversing quietly. They are highly amused when they see their laughing son with a man trying his best to burrow his face into the tall young man’s neck. Hero Jaejoong, because it really cannot be anyone else, is practically inside their son’s hoodie. Mrs Jung smiles at the sight, especially when Yunho presses his lips to the top of the man’s head and rolls his eyes at them, amusement shining through his dark almond eyes.
“Are you going to stay there all night?”
“If I have to, yes.”
“You’re not even going to show your face?”
“They know what I look like.”
“They know what Hero Jaejoong looks like. They don’t know what my boyfriend looks like.”
Jaejoong makes a rude sound, knowing he’s being silly, but god he wishes he had his sunglasses right now. He thought it would be rude to wear them, but now he feels utterly exposed and totally naked without them. The simple pair of glasses are like a physical manifestation of his inner walls, and he is really feeling their loss.
“Jaejoong?” Mrs Jung calls out softly, watching the man’s body stiffen and he practically has his legs wrapped around her son’s right leg. She is standing next to them, and she knows he hadn’t expected her to be so close. This man is six years older than her son, but looking at them right now, their roles seem reversed. She feels a pang for the man, remembering his riveting performance onstage that had her in tears. The man before her bares his soul for everyone to see, and no one gives him anything in return.
No one but her son.
She can understand him clinging to the younger man. Heck, she’s been there. Always needing to be strong in the face of adversity, being told that because she’s a woman in a man’s world, she really wouldn’t get anywhere. It only got worse after her marriage, because the assumption was that she got where she did because of her husband, and not through her own efforts and hard work.
Her reputation as the queen bitch from hell is not unfounded. She is unrelenting at work, and occasionally she brings it home too. But her husband reminds her that she can be herself, and not to take herself so seriously all the time. That she is both the woman at work and the loving mother and wife at home, and they have shaped her to be who she is today. She should never be ashamed of being either person.
And neither should Jaejoong.
She nods at her son who takes a step forward, the rockstar still plastered to his side like some sort of siamese twin.
Yunho nudges at Jaejoong’s head with his chin. “You really need to get out of there. Mum won’t bite.”
“But you said she’s a real nasty piece of work,” comes the muffled response and Mrs Jung quirks an eyebrow at her son who is suddenly looking anywhere but at her. She can hear her husband chuckling in the back and she rolls her eyes.
“Thanks, Jae. Now she’s going to kill us both.”
“Stop scaring your boyfriend.” She finally speaks, chiding her son as she tugs Jaejoong gently from him. The man resists, but he allows her to pull him away when she puts in a little more strength into it.
She is very tall herself, five foot ten, but the singer is just a smidge taller. She pulls him easily into a stiff hug, his body unrelenting, unlike the way he had been against her son, but it doesn’t bother her as she kisses the stunning man, with a crease on his cheek from pressing so hard against the collar of Yunho’s hoodie, and whispers in his ear.
“Thank you for making my son happy.”
She holds him till she feels him relaxing, his arms that had been hanging stiffly to the sides finally reach around her in a tentative hug. She gives him another squeeze before she steps back, letting him go, smiling at him as he gazes at her with a strange look in his eyes.
Yunho winces at the sound, and Jaejoong immediately plasters himself back against his side, as his sister comes round from behind him, smirking like the brat she is.
“So, Hero oppa, do I call you Hero? Jaejoong? Oppa? Wait, I call my oppa, oppa. Oppa two then? What even is your name?”
“Jihye!” Mr Jung calls out from the couch as he stands, snaring his daughter, keeping her to his side as he greets his son’s boyfriend. “I’m really sorry about her. This one is a work in progress. You got the finished product.” He nods towards Yunho as he holds out his hand, and Jaejoong takes it, shaking it but not leaving the perceived security of the circle of Yunho’s arm.
“Dad! That’s not very nice. Why are you embarrassing me like this?” Jihye pouts, crossing her arms and glaring at her father before looking over at her brother who is trying not to laugh. “Oppa one you can stop laughing or else I’ll ask oppa two to kick your ass.”
“I feel like I’m in a kid’s program. Oppa one? Oppa two? What are we? Bananas in pyjamas?”
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyeeeeeeeeeew,” Jihye shakes her head violently, her hands over her eyes. “Yaoi images, yaoi images. Oppa two is hot as fuck but not oppa one.”
“Jihye!” Both her parents chorus, sending apologetic looks to Jaejoong who is trying not smirk.
“Excuse me?” her brother asks in disbelief.
Jihye unfolds her hands from her face. “Bananas in pyjamas? COME ON!”
Jaejoong can’t help it. He feels like he’s in twilight zone, and he bursts out laughing.
His laugh is broken, sounding a little strange, his hand over his mouth as he cracks up, eyes watering as he tries to regain control but really, the whole night has been crazy, and he’s just caught one of those hysterical laugh bugs. He finally steps away from Yunho, using both hands to wipe away at the tears leaking from his eyes, shaking his head at Jihye who is gaping at him.
“I keep calling your brother a brat, but I think you’re the real brat in this family.”
“Takes one to know one,” is the quick retort, and Jaejoong starts chuckling again, finally relaxing.
“I don’t deny I’m a brat. Your brother is not letting me get away with it though. Can you believe he cares more about his car than about my warmth?”
Jihye huffs, nodding her head. “I can believe that. That car is like his girlfriend or something. You’ve got competition.”
“Who do you think will win?”
“Well…” Jihye pauses as if to think.
“Yah! Why do you even need to think!?” Yunho speaks up, his voice grouchy. Oddly enough, he is feeling the loss of Jaejoong plastered against his side, and now he’s just a tad embarrassed at where the conversation has gone. Ok, so he does like his car a whole lot, but he doesn’t love it. Not really…
“You have to admit, son. You are a little attached to that car.”
“A little too attached, really.” Mrs Jung nods sagely, agreeing with her husband, winking at Jaejoong who grins back.
“What is this? Gang up against Yunho day?”
“No, this is welcome Jaejoong to the family day at your expense,” Mr Jung smirks as his son rolls his eyes, huffing and crossing his arms across his chest.
“Couldn’t you have welcomed him the usual way?”
“What way? You mean where we sit at the dinner table, making strained conversation about the weather, the economy, and the government while your mother and I play footsie under the table, and your date tries unsuccessfully to figure out which fork to use?”
“Ouch, dad. Ouch. Not all of us were educated in bloody England.”
“Hey, you did say usual way.” Mr Jung holds up his hands, just as Jaejoong speaks up as well.
“Hah! I was right! English! And good god,” Jaejoong suddenly realises where he is as he turns a complete 360 degrees, staring at the room in wonder. “The room really is fucking blue.”
“You should see our green room. It’s a lovely shade of apple green, and really soothing. I sit in there when I feel like throttling my kids which happens on a daily basis.” Mrs Jung says, staring pointedly at Jihye who just sticks her tongue out at her mother. “We’re thinking of adding another themed room. You seem to be well acquainted with the colour red. Care to help me with that?”
“Mum! I didn’t tell anyone about oppa needing to find a date online! You’re not taking my room!” Jihye suddenly protests, running to Yunho’s side and tugging at his and also Jaejoong’s hoodies. “Please, oppa, I’ve been good.”
Jaejoong doesn’t think anything of it as he pats Jihye’s hand reassuringly before turning to Mrs Jung. “I really don’t think you’d want a red room. It has, uh, rather interesting connotations these days…what with that book and all. How about a feature wall instead? You could liven up a room without turning the whole room into one colour. I have feature walls in my apartment and it really adds something extra without compromising the rest of the room.”
“Uh…Jae…I really don’t think my parents would want a wall like yours in the house…”
Jihye’s eyes light up wickedly, smirking cheekily, and Jaejoong marvels at how truly similar her face is to Yunho’s.
“But I like his wall. It looks like a medieval torture chamber. The shackles especially look really realistic, but I’m sure you know about that more than any of us.”
Jaejoong starts laughing again. He knows what Yunho is thinking, and he shakes his head at both Mr and Mrs Jung whose eyes have gotten a little wider, a little rounder. However, he doesn’t see disgust or derision. Hell, they don’t even look scandalised. They are merely a little shocked, and he can see a flicker of interest in their eyes. He explains hastily.
“I collect weapons. I have a feature wall of weapons, and the wall shackles are the centrepiece. It was featured in a magazine recently which is why Jihye knows about it.”
“Weapons?” Yunho asks, and Jaejoong laughs again when he sees the disappoinment in his boyfriend’s eyes.
He steps back against his side, mouth against his ear, whispering huskily. “The feature wall in my bedroom went up after the magazine shoot and well, you may view them as weapons too if you like, because you’ll be begging for mercy when I’m done with you.” And because he is feeling happy, relaxed and rather naughty, he licks at his favourite spot, smirking when Yunho stiffens.
Yunho swallows hard, arm snaking around Jaejoong’s surprisingly narrow waist yet again, squeezing the man into his side tightly. He turns to his amused family, three eyebrows in three faces all quirked knowingly at him and he has to fight to keep from blushing.
“Uh…I just came home to get my, uh, my k-keys.” Yunho groans as his family as well as Jaejoong chuckle at his stuttering. Why the hell he stutters when he is nervous or embarrassed is beyond him, but everyone seems to know that tell of his.
“They’re in my study. Jihye can you go get them?”
The teenager pouts again, grumbling under her breath as she walks away. “What am I? A servant? We have an army of them but it’s always Jihye get this. Jihye get that. Why couldn’t I have been born first?”
Jaejoong hears her and he turns, calling over Yunho’s shoulder, “I’m an only child and thirty years old but it’s still Joongie get this, Joongie get that at my parents’ house, if that makes you feel any better.”
Jihye turns, beaming at her idol, and now hopefully future brother-in-law, loving him just a little more for being a wonderful person. She fists her hand, shouting, “Fighting!” before turning and running to the other side of the house where her father’s study lies to get her brother’s keys.
Jaejoong doesn’t realise it, but his reassurance of Jihye has sealed the approval of the older Jungs for him. All of Yunho’s other relationships, including Donghae, the sole one that was really approved by both parents, had viewed Jihye as more of a nuisance than Yunho’s beloved younger sister. None had tried to get to know her, barely even speaking to her as far as her parents could tell. But Jaejoong had just defended her in a way. Showing her that even a rock icon, no matter how big or old, will still be Joongie to his parents. He had given her something of himself, something personal, to make her feel better and he just scored a truck load of brownie points for it, with every Jung left in that room.
The singer is totally oblivious though.
“I’d offer you some refreshments but I have a feeling the two of you have somewhere to be tonight.” Mr Jung says, eyebrows waggling suggestively as he punches his son in the shoulder good naturedly, man to man.
Mrs Jung elbows her husband for being creepy, changing the subject as her son blushes and Jaejoong smirks. Well, her son is still her son and she really doesn’t want to think about any consummating if she can help it. Maybe she can lock Jihye up for another few years.
“Jaejoong, is it alright if I call you Jaejoong?” She continues when the man nods. “Are you going to the game tomorrow?”
Jaejoong exchanges looks with Yunho, who shrugs. “I haven’t actually given it any thought. I’d like to, but I haven’t talked to Yunho about it. I only found out tonight that he plays ice hockey for my dad’s team.”
“Your father is Coach Kim?” Mr and Mrs Jung chorus.
“Whose father is Coach Kim?” Jihye re-enters, slamming the manila envelope into her brother’s chest.
Jihye gapes, and then starts to laugh. “How have you two not met before? Oppa one practically lives at Coach Kim’s house. I think they adopted him with our parents’ blessing. You two getting married won’t be a problem at all.”
Mrs Jung grabs her daughter, clapping her hand across her mouth. “I’m really sorry. I clearly need to work on this one a whole lot more. Give me a kiss and off you go.”
Yunho steps forward quickly, kissing his mum on her cheek and ruffling his sister’s hair, sticking his tongue out at her when she glares at him. His father claps him on the shoulder as he steps back, reaching for Jaejoong and turning to leave when his mother’s voice stops him.
“Missing one more kiss.”
And to the surprise of everyone, though not so much Mrs Jung, Jaejoong blushes lightly, stepping forward and pecking her quickly on the cheek.
Jihye definitely doesn’t want to miss out on this kiss though, ripping her mother’s hand from her mouth and demanding, “What about me, oppa two?” And then she pouts, batting her eyelashes at him, making the rockstar laugh as he leans forward and presses a kiss to her forehead. Her beaming smile is identical to her brother’s and he ruffles her hair fondly. He waves goodbye as Yunho grabs his hand and tugging him back against his side, as they leave arm in arm.
The three remaining Jungs watch them walking down the hall, smiling as Jaejoong slips his hand in Yunho’s back pocket and rub his cheek against his shoulder.
“They have my vote!”
“Of course they have your vote you silly girl. That man is all over your walls. I think you should take them down though. Even I’m feeling a little awkward about having seen his nipples.”
“How would you like it if your boyfriend was all over your brother’s walls?”
“Why not girlfriend?”
“He’s nothing like Seunghyun.”
Jihye’s face scrunches up in distaste at her mother’s words. Her thoughts are whirring, and after so many years, she finally decides that perhaps now is the time to say something.
“Mum, Dad, I need to tell you something.”
“I’m so sorry.”
Yunho looks over at Jae as he drives down the driveway, surprised to see the older man smiling.
“My family’s a little…”
“I like them. I can see why you’re the way you are. Your mum’s pretty forceful, and your dad’s pretty cheeky and somehow you’re both of that. And your sister is just the bratty side of you.”
Jaejoong drops his hand into Yunho’s lap, moving it straight up his inner thigh and squeezing, grinning when the man groans.
“Trust you to pick up on that. Well, we’ll see whether you’re forceful in every aspect,” Jaejoong smirks.
“I like the way you say my name…”
And just like that, the electric sexual charge between them is ignited once again, though really it never quite dissipated.
Yunho keeps an eye on the road, his hand on Jae’s in his lap to stop the man from moving up any further. This seems to amuse the older man, but he is really having trouble concentrating. His photographic memory is really backfiring on him right now because he is replaying their phone conversation in his head and he is getting harder by the second.
“We’re not going to make it back to Anyang, are we?”
“We were never going back to Anyang,” Yunho replies as he turns into the underground garage of his apartment building.
Yunho doesn’t reply, concentrating on parking his car.
He is out in a flash, and Jaejoong follows suit, curious as to what’s going on. Yunho pins him against the car, nuzzling down his cheek, and he can hear the smile in the younger man’s voice.
“You might want to put your sunglasses on. My building is pretty busy.”
“We can always go back to Anyang.”
Yunho chuckles hoarsely, pressing his hips into the other man’s. “We’re not going to make it back.”
Jaejoong moans softly, feeling the hardness against his own, and he rocks his hips back, slipping his arms up and around Yunho’s neck, tilting his head back slightly and smiling at the younger man. “I really love your height. Have I mentioned that? I didn’t just enjoy imagining myself tucked against your side. I also imagined being able to kiss you, carding my hands through your hair, though really, I couldn’t actually see your hair in that profile photo so I was actually fine had you been bald.”
“You know, that got real good till you starting talking about me being bald,” Yunho chuckles ruefully, slipping his hands into the tight back pockets of Jae’s skinny jeans and pressing him further against the car, as the singer lets out a husky laugh that goes straight to his groin, making his cock twitch.
Jaejoong runs his lips against Yunho’s chin, smiling when the man smiles. They stay like that for a few minutes, just nuzzling and feeling, their lips not even meeting once as they simply explore the contours of each other’s faces gently. No words are necessary, they are just connecting, touching, not realising how much they had actually yearned for each other, yet inherently knowing what they need.
Yunho finally ducks his head, mouth against Jaejoong’s ear, “Ready to go?”
He nods, nudging Yunho, making the younger man step back as he turns, opening the car door to retrieve his sunglasses from the space in the door handle.
Car locked, they leave hand in hand, both with their hoodies up, Yunho with his duffle back over his shoulder.
The ride to the 17th floor is relatively uneventful. Three men enter the lift at ground level, and while they had stared curiously at Jaejoong who had been standing behind Yunho, nose pressed against the back of his shoulder, they know who Yunho is and decide not to ask.
Jaejoong wastes no time, unashamedly roaming Yunho’s apartment the second they enter. The apartment is relatively modest compared to the mansion he’d just come from, and he’s actually a little surprised. The kitchen is pretty well fitted out, but clearly unused, three out of the four gas stoves actually have a fine layer of dust on them. He nosies in the lounge, unsurprised to find a wall mounted 72 inch television and a ridiculously convoluted sound system. He counts seven speakers. Though really, he can’t judge since he himself has a similar set up in his own apartment.
However what is surprising in the baby grand piano in the corner of the room. He trails his finger on the familiar instrument, smiling to himself as he settles down on the bench. The window to his left shows him an unrestricted view of the city below, and he finds himself inspired.
He lifts the lid, testing out a couple of keys and finds the instrument perfectly tuned. He glances up, to find Yunho gazing at him with an unfathomable look in his eye, and Jaejoong suddenly feels shy. He drops the lid, and is about to get up when his boyfriend speaks.
“Play me something.”
“I’d rather play you.”
“Play me something, and pretend you are playing me.”
“That’s not fair.”
Jaejoong settles back down, lifting the lid and taking away the protective velvet strip, dropping it next to him on the bench. He stares at the familiar ebony and ivory keys for a few moments, before putting his hands over them, poised, closing his eyes briefly as he takes a deep breath, and then his fingers drop, dancing on the keys.
A gentle, sweet sound emerges, very unlike the music Hero Jaejoong normally plays, and Yunho’s eyes widen as he recognises the song.
“I remember everything, baby,” Jaejoong smiles, continuing to play, closing his eyes and concentrating. He is sure he’s getting some of it wrong because he is playing by ear, from whatever it is he can remember of the song.
”Hana mo kimo bokura mo kanashii… Sora ni mukatte nobiru shika nai… Utsumu kutabi ni… Bokura wa kizuku… Soshite mata miageru…”
Yunho leans against the wall, head tilted as he hugs himself, watching Jaejoong singing softly with his eyes closed. The song is beautiful and simple, and after hearing Jae’s voice from earlier that evening, the contrast is stark, but it also makes him understand exactly how talented his boyfriend is. The soft quality in Jae’s voice, the pureness, as he sings from his heart is beautiful to hear. He knows that the song would have been perfectly fine unaccompanied by the piano. He will never be able to listen to this song again without preferring his Jae singing it, but he really doesn’t mind.
”Nemuru anata wa kanashi sou de… Warui yume demo miteru youda… Boku wa koko dayo… tonari ni iruyo… Dokoemo mou ikanai…”
Jaejoong opens his eyes and turns to Yunho, who is smiling softly at him.
”How do I live without you…?”
The question falls between them as they stare at each other, Jaejoong’s fingers are quiet on the keys, his heart feeling like it has stopped because he is talking to himself in his head, painfully aware that he probably shouldn’t say what he wants to say out loud, as Yunho finally breaks the silence.
But as usual, the younger man is completely in accord with him.
“I know we might be moving too fast, but I don’t ever want to find out.”
And Jaejoong’s heart starts beating again, dropping his eyes back to the keyboard as he takes a deep breath.
Yunho simply watches as Jae replaces the velvet strip on the keys and shuts the lid. He doesn’t move till the older man comes past, trailing behind him, giving the man his space.
Jaejoong is trying to work through the tumultuous feelings within him. His Hero Jaejoong side is screaming at him, saying everything is moving too fast.
Too fast, too fast, too fast, run now.
But Kim Jaejoong is fighting that side off. Fighting off the very defences that kept him sane in the entertainment industry, but ensured that he was as lonely and as solitary as a person could possibly get.
He continues exploring, even as his mind fights a battle that he already knows the outcome of. He just needs to muddle through it and get there.
He ducks his head into the first door down the hallway leading to the bedrooms, and he finds himself in a tiny and simple bathroom with a wet floor shower. He moves quickly down to the next room, and finds the laundry. He is rather surprised to see the laundry basket relatively empty, but as he thinks about the type of man Yunho is, decides that it isn’t really surprising at all. He continues on down, aware of Yunho trailing behind him, but unaware that the man is stripping as he walks, tossing his hoodie, tee shirt and wife beater into the basket.
Jaejoong enters the next room, and finds himself in a study of sorts, a huge desk with the latest iMac model on it, but otherwise, it is empty. There is a large couch, that he rightly guesses probably doubles as a spare bed. One wall is absolutely covered from floor to ceiling by a glass cabinet, and it is filled with trophies. He is a little surprised that Yunho doesn’t have it outside in the living room, in some sort of position of honour. An homage to his achievements.
But then he thinks about the young man again, and realises Yunho really isn’t the sort. He plays well, and he does well, because he enjoys it.
He doesn’t do it for the glory or the adulation. He does it because he loves it.
Everything else is just a nice bonus.
He backs out of the room, sensing the other man behind him, but he doesn’t turn as he opens the door to the final room.
He stops in the doorway, his face breaking into a smile immediately at the cheerful bright green covers. If he hadn’t known Yunho, and only known him as an ice hockey jock, the covers would have confused him. But they don’t.
He looks around, taking in the floor to ceiling shelves of books on one wall, and the mess of sporting paraphernalia on the floor on the window side of the bedroom. Hockey sticks, a soccer ball, two basketballs, a baseball bat, a tennis racket, and various other pieces of what he assumes is part of Yunho’s hockey uniform are piled in a rather haphazard manner. Jaejoong enters the room, turning left and entering the other door he sees. He flicks the light on and finds himself in a modest walk-in closet, with another door at the opposite end. Clothes are hung up neatly on either side, though not really in any discernible order. He keeps walking through the closet, and emerges in a surprisingly large bathroom. He smiles at the deep Japanese bath, with ample room for two, trailing his fingers on the cool tiles as he walks to the large walk-in shower.
He hears Yunho behind him, fiddling with the tub, and then a tap turns on, the sound of water cascading into an empty tub is loud, but he doesn’t turn around.
He stares at the walk-in shower for a few seconds, imagining himself in it, with Yunho, when he feels the younger man coming up behind him, pressing against his back, nosing his way down to his ear.
“How was your self-tour?”
“I’m ready for some company.”
Yunho starts walking forward, pushing Jaejoong into the large walk-in shower, his mouth still by his ear. “I need a shower.”
“What about the bath?”
“I like getting wet.”
“I bet you do.” Yunho licks up the delicate curve of Jae’s elfin ears, flicking and dragging heavily against the piercings, making the older man moan and step further back into the circle of his arms.
Yunho runs his hands up Jaejoong’s body, tugging at the zip by his chin, and pulling it down slowly.
Jaejoong is trying not to squirm, the anticipation is killing him. He is feeling over warm despite the cool bathroom, and he just wants to pull all his clothes off, and Yunho’s too. The zip parts at the bottom of the hoodie and he steps forward to shrug it off, dropping it carelessly to the dry shower floor before turning around, gasping at the sight.
Tall, tanned, leanly muscled, is a smirking young man, naked from waist up. Jaejoong’s eyes immediately drop to his left nipple, and he sees the piercing glinting, and he sweeps his tongue across his bottom lip in anticipation. He lifts his hand, circling the piece of metal, seeing and feeling Yunho’s nipple tighten even more.
“You do know that hurts.”
“Begging for mercy remember?”
Yunho lifts his right hand, cupping the back of Jaejoong’s head, pulling him close, his thumb caressing just under his left ear, smirking slightly.
“I know all your favourite spots…”
“…and tonight we will connect the dots…”
AN1: I don’t know if I need to apologise to everyone for constantly adding songs to my fics… It’s kinda hard to escape with this fic. The song Jaejoong plays for Yunho is this… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bdOcYlCZeq8
AN2: And i’m not going to apologise if you were expecting smut because you know I’m a slave to my muse and not gonna compromise plot for smut :P Also, I spent most of today missing my husband cos I was stuck at the convention for 14 fucking hours on a goddamn Saturday so yeah…
AN3: Oh, and I read every single one of your comments, just so you know. I know I don’t reply but know that I read them. You guys are awesome and hey, you got an update in the weekend! That should count for something, right? ;-)