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One Night in Busan [6b]
Title: One Night in Busan
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Length: Within 10 chapters
Genre: AU, Fluff, Romance
Important: This is AU but HoMin are TVXQ and JYJ never existed. Basically the only non-AU thing about it. EVERYTHING about this fic is super freaking AU… I just can’t get BLOND BLOND BLOND out of my fucking head. Also, characters may be a little OOC but it’s fiction and AU and just roll with it, ok?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from the story. Please don't kill me.

Summary: It was meant to be a one time thing, and it takes Yunho a while to realize that a one time thing for him means exactly that.

AN: I got interrupted so many times writing this that IDK what the flow is like. Hopefully not too disjointed OTL Also, I have no idea who did this edit, and if you know her and she wants me to take it down, message me and I will.


Yunho’s groan is so drawn out and heartfelt that it makes Jaejoong giggle a little as he pulls his fingers from the man’s mouth, replacing it with his lips.

“Are you sure you don’t want to give a sixth time a try? The rule starts at midnight.”

Yunho doesn’t have to be asked twice, his hand reaching up to cup the back of the still chuckling teenager’s head.

Clothes get thrown off quickly, though just as they’re about to slip between the covers, Yunho pauses.

“Don’t move.” He rolls out of bed, running to the door to make sure it’s not just shut, but locked. The self-satisfied smile he is wearing as he swaggers back to the bed makes Jaejoong laugh out loud.

Their coupling is tender, though by no means any less loud on the part of the teenager, and while Yunho had wanted to draw it out, the Jaejoong has other ideas. The mouthy teen is demanding as ever, unashamedly vocal in his demands and Yunho has no defense against it all. Not when the boy’s body is so hot and tight still, and holding onto him for all he’s worth. If Yunho were to die right then, he’d consider it a good death.

At one point, someone starts banging on their bedroom door, but all it did was cause Jaejoong to get louder in defiance, and Yunho really hadn’t the heart to silence him. His friends have already seen his husband, and he has a feeling hearing him was also part of the deal so it’s nothing they haven’t heard before.

All too soon, it is over and Yunho is collapsed half on top of the teenager, head against his shoulder and breathing hard. He can hear Jaejoong’s heartbeat racing and he kisses at the damp, sweaty skin. He feels Jaejoong playing with the hair at the back of his head and he smiles, closing his eyes.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

Jaejoong hums, twirling his finger around a lock of hair. “Oh?”

“I never thought a man could come this many times.”

“Neither did I,” Jaejoong admits honestly. “Believe it or not, I’ve never actually had sex more than twice in a 24 hour period.”

“Why is that so hard to believe?” Yunho asks as he continues to kiss at whatever skin his mouth can reach without moving his head. He feels like he’s just had an intense dance practice. Everything aches in a good way, though the new ache in his dick is something different. He wouldn’t be surprised if he’s chafed. How his teenager can take it all and still want more astounds him, but he isn’ complaining.

Jaejoong shrugs as best he can with the older man half sprawled on him. “Guess I didn’t want it that badly. I’ve jerked off maybe five times before in a day when I was young and horny but—“

“You’re still young and horny.” Yunho grins as he lifts his head to press a sweet kiss to the side of the boy’s mouth. “Eighteen is allegedly a male’s sexual prime.”

“Then aren’t you glad I’ll be eighteen for another eleven months?”

Yunho groans at the mischievous spark in Jaejoong’s eyes as he drops his head once again, continuing to groan theatrically. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“I turned eighteen just over a fortnight ago.”

“Oh god, what have I done?”

“Corrupter of innocence.”

The utterly incredulous look Yunho gives Jaejoong sends the boy off into peals of laughter.

The teenager is still laughing when someone starts banging on the door again.

“Go away!” Yunho yells out, as Jaejoong starts laughing even louder.

“Hyung! You have to come out!”

“I don’t have to come anywhere!”

“Except in me!” Jaejoong yells out before slapping his hand over his mouth, mirth overflowing from his eyes.

There is silence on the other side of the door, and Jaejoong is still trying to muffle his giggles.

“We have to be at the studio in just over an hour. Don’t make us late, hyung.” Changmin’s voice comes through the door before silence descends once again.

Yunho shakes his head ruefully before moving off the teenager, and lying on his side next to the extremely amused boy.

“You’re such a brat.”

“I am eighteen,” Jaejoong replies by way of explanation. He is feeling a little giddy for some reason. Perhaps the thought that this might be the last time they have sex for awhile is making him a little delirious. He has no idea what possessed him to make that the first rule, but it was honestly the very first thing that came to his mind when Yunho told him to make his own rules and he’d abide by them.

Yunho glances over at the clock next to bed, his brow furrowing. “I think Changmin needs his eyes checked. We have two hours not just over an hour.”

Jaejoong snuggles against the older man’s side. “Maybe he’s trying to pre-empt round seven.”

“Perhaps,” Yunho mutters thoughtfully, but his mind is wiped as he takes a deep breath and inhales a lungful of sweet, sweaty, sexy, sated teen. “Are you really serious about rule number one?” he asks hopefully.

Jaejoong smiles, circling his fingertip over a flat chocolate nipple. “For now, yes.”

“How long will it last?”

“Well, I read some study once that most married couples tend to have sex an average of two to three times a week, and the percentage decreases significantly with age. We’re in separate age groups for that study. 18 to 24 and 25 to 29.”

“Keep rubbing it in why don’t you?”

Jaejoong smirks. “Your age group mostly has sex a few times a month.”

“What are you trying to say?” Yunho asks, stroking his hand up and down the length of the teenager’s side.

“Since we’ve had sex nine times in two days, I think we should stick with the majority.”

“I still don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Give it a month.”

Yunho’s hand squeezes Jaejoong’s hip, his expression is dire indeed as the teenager starts to giggle again. “I am going to die from priapism before that.”

“I thought about that,” the teenager nods, “which is why I’m going to be sleeping in your guest room.”

“What?” Yunho’s mind rebels at the thought. He cannot really remember sleeping with Jaejoong in his arms, and now that he has him back, he won’t? This really fucking sucks.

“I don’t want to die from priapism either.”



Yunho pouts instantly, making the teenager chuckle, leaning forward to kiss the older man on the nose.

“You’re so cute, husband.”

The warmth Yunho feels at the affectionate endearment and gesture is indescribable. It tugs at his heart and makes his eyes smart, and he changes the subject quickly before he makes an ass of himself.

“Do you have any more rules I should be aware of?”

Jaejoong nods quickly, his countenance become somewhat serious, though he snuggles even closer to his husband, hand rubbing the man’s chest soothingly. He slips a thigh in between Yunho’s legs and the older man hooks his thigh high up over his hip.

“No more stupid jealous rages.”

Yunho wrinkles his nose instantly, knowing that is going to be next to impossible, and he vocalizes it.

Jaejoong shakes his head. “You have to try. There’s absolutely nothing to be jealous about.”

“Can you wear more clothes at least? When we have company?”

Jaejoong rolls his eyes, leaning away from Yunho, but his lower half can’t move away because Yunho has him tightly secured. “Two days into this marriage and you’re already trying to change me? Not a good start, husband.”

“I’ve never been married,” Yunho mutters.

“Neither have I yet even I know you don’t try and change the other person just because something minor bothers you. What happened to taking me as I am?”

“Was that part of our vows?” Yunho teases as Jaejoong smacks him, knowing full well it was.

“Idiot. The annulment is looking more and more attractive right now.”

“Don’t threaten,” Yunho speaks quietly. “Even I know that isn’t the done thing either.”



Yunho and Jaejoong walk down the stairs hand in hand, silent, having spent a good half hour talking in the bedroom and another fifteen minutes talking in the shower. Both had sported cocks at half mast, but they’d both dutifully ignored it though Jaejoong had to resist the urge to tease more often than not. His things are now in the guest bedroom much to Yunho’s chagrin, but to give the man some credit, he doesn’t say another word of complaint about it.

They round the corner to the living room, Heechul’s irritated voice hitting them and making both of them smile.

“I really don’t care who you are, but you better not be a bitch to him.”

“That’s really rich coming from you, oppa.”

Yunho and Jaejoong both freeze.

“Well, well, well, look who decided to join us.” BoA’s eyes are flashing as she gets up, stalking over towards the frozen couple standing hand in hand. Everyone in the room winces as she slaps Yunho hard across the cheek. “That’s for being a bastard.”

She turns to Jaejoong who squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for the blow that never comes.

Instead, he finds himself being hugged.


He’s dreaming right?

The much shorter woman is on her tippy toes, arms wrapped around the confused teenager who finally opens his eyes.

The first thing he sees is a smirking Heechul, who gives him a mocking salute. “You’re welcome.”

BoA finally steps back, pointedly ignoring Yunho as she gazes up at the stunning teenager. “God, you’re beautiful. I can’t say I blame the asshole for marrying you out of hand.”

“Huh?” Jaejoong can hear the words, but there is a weird buzzing in his ears accompanying the sound so perhaps he’s hearing things. His hand is still clasped firmly in Yunho’s who doesn’t seem to be inclined to let go, or to make a move in general.

She laughs, patting the teenager on the cheek. “I’m not mad at you m’dear. Yunho has always been more like an older brother to me. And besides, Heechul oppa and Changdol-ah explained what happened. Well, oppa did most of the explaining. Changmin was too busy trying to defend the asshole.”


“Not to mention I heard you loud and clear through that door.” A pretty blush colors her cheek as she drops her forthright gaze momentarily, before lifting up her eyes again. “I’ve slept with Yunho once, and I really didn’t want to do it again. It was too weird. Like sleeping with your brother.” She shudders. “But six times? Really?” She asks as her flush deepens.

Jaejoong finds his first smile as he nods.

“Oh dear.” BoA cups her cheeks, rubbing the rosy flesh. “Ok, I don’t want to think about it. Sit down, we need to talk.”

Jaejoong tries to move, but Yunho yanks him back against his side, making the teenager stumble.

“What do you want, BoA?”

The singer’s eyes flash once again as she turns to Yunho. “I still think you’re an asshole. I know our relationship wasn’t real, but the least you could do was tell me in person and not have me find out the way I did. I thought we were friends?”

“We are friends.”

“Friends don’t leave assholic messages on friends’ phones saying this farce isn’t working out. I’ve packed your things and will call the company in the morning and ask them to figure out a way for us to end amicably. I know you didn’t want this as much as I did, so I guess this is for the best.” BoA repeats verbatim.

Jaejoong shakes his hand loose from his husband’s, giving the man a glare as he links arms with BoA. “I’m so sorry he did that. I don’t think he was thinking straight because it doesn’t sound like him, but that doesn’t excuse the asshole quality of the message.” He looks over his shoulder to send another glare Yunho’s way, the older man staring bemusedly after him, still somewhat frozen in place.

Heechul starts laughing.

No, cackling.

His laughter is loud, rolling all over them as the TVXQ members stare perplexedly at each other and Jaejoong and BoA settle primly next to each other on the couch.

“This is so fucking rich. The ex-girlfriend and the wife get along, and Yunho has no idea what to make of it and neither does Changmin. Oh god, can I move in for a spell? This is hilarious.”

Jaejoong shrugs delicately, deciding to help BoA salvage her pride. Yunho really shouldn’t have done what he did, and maybe he is still smarting a teensy weensy bit from finding out about the woman from a radio show so he knows how she feels. “It’s husband and the guest bedroom is taken.”

“Oh?” Heechul leans forward, smirking widely. “By whom?”


There is a short pause, before Heechul’s laughter is even more riotous than usual.

Yunho stalks over to sit next to Jaejoong who shifts closer to BoA, who shifts to the end of the couch. The strange shifting dance the three are doing on the couch only intensifies Heechul’s laughter, though this time he is joined by Changmin.

“Oh, hyung, what have you done? Honeymoon over already?”

“Shut up, Changmin.”

“Enough with the laughter. Oppa, control yourself. This isn’t that funny if you think about the company. While I might want nothing more than to throw Yunho oppa under the bus, Jaejoong is innocent.”


This time it is Yunho who makes the exclamation and he finds himself on the receiving end of not one, not two, but four rather baleful looks.

“What?” Yunho asks defensively, leaning back against the couch, feeling like a sulk is in order. Everyone is ganging up on him, his beautiful husband included, though the teenager has slipped a hand between his legs and is rubbing his inner thigh soothingly.

Had they not already gone four rounds that day, Yunho may be inclined to toss the naughty teenager over his shoulder and say fuck you to his friends.

Well, and then there’s rule number one.

The leader of TVXQ face palms, groaning at the memory yet again.

“Why are you groaning?”



“Rule number one.” Yunho answers his partner before groaning again.

Jaejoong clicks his tongue, hiding a smile as he turns to the very confused Max Changmin. “Don’t mind him. He’s just trying to make you sympathize with him.

“Oh, do tell,” Heechul rubs his hands together. “Rules always interest me because it’s very fun finding a way to break them.”

The glare Jaejoong sends Heechul would be quelling had it not been accompanied by a smirk. The boy’s top half of his face doesn’t match his bottom, and it amuses the diva greatly that the boy has such control or lack off of his facial expressions.

“Don’t give him any ideas. Rule number one is no sex.”

Changmin lets out a sharp bark of laughter, not unlike Yunho’s. However the man laughs with his entire body, rolling off the couch and sitting on the ground howling with laughter. Heechul joins him, though his laughter is more incredulous than anything.

“Are you for real?”

Jaejoong nods as Yunho scowls, sinking low in the couch and crossing his arms huffily.

“I’m betting you won’t last the week.”

“I’ll take that bet,” Changmin manages to huff out in between laughing.

“I don’t mean an entire week. I mean he won’t last the rest of this week.” Heechul clarifies, smirking as the teenager’s eyes start to flash. “It’s only Wednesday.”

BoA, silent for the most part is observing the teenager thoughtfully. She’d been angry and a little hurt at the way Yunho had broken the news to her. She’d been on the plane back from the States, and it was the first message she’d received upon landing. She didn’t hesitate to storm back to his apartment, her pride smarting more than anything else. She is fond of the enigmatic leader of TVXQ, but not to the extent that she’s cut up over their fake relationship. In fact, she’s been trying to work up the courage to tell their company that she doesn’t need to rest on the coattails of any man, and that she can survive on her own. The fact that they seem to think that she needs Yunho to boost her flagging popularity in South Korea in particular really grates wrongly on her. The problem is not her, but rather the way her company manages her, and she wants a bigger say in how she is being marketed. She knows this is possible, for TVXQ have largely paved their own way through their own hard work. True, she is a veteran and their sunbaenim, but it’s really grating that just because she is a woman, things have to done a certain way. Her tom boy concept probably doesn’t help much, and she is willing to revisit other concepts and reinvent herself. She’s not giving up yet for she knows she still has a chance, her popularity in Japan and the States is testament to that.

Jaejoong is making her really curious though. When she’d come blazing into the house, she’d been surprised to find Heechul there. Changmin is always underfoot, but Heechul not so much. She’d been halfway up the stairs by the time they caught up to her, and by then it was too late. The apartment may be beautiful, but the walls are practically paper thin, something that has always left her preferring to stay at her own apartment. How is a girl supposed to go to the bathroom while wondering if a man can hear her?

She’d been absolutely shocked, unable to stop herself as her feet bring her closer and closer to the wanton sounds coming from the bedroom.

And the best part of it all? The sounds were all male.

She’d banged on the door, not calling out for she doesn’t want to make her presence known, but the sounds don’t even falter.

Humiliated and more than a little stunned, she’d allowed Changmin to practically carry her back down the stairs, where Heechul starts talking very fast, liberally interspersed with vague threats every now and again. She’s always know the beautiful man has held a torch for the gorgeous leader, but as he continues to speak and she listens closely, she realizes that he is convinced that the marriage is a good thing, and the unknown teenager something good for Yunho. That’s what brings out his claws, as he describes the way Yunho is around the blond beauty.

And what a beauty he is. Kim Heechul is widely acknowledged to be one of the most beautiful people in kpop, male or female, but Jung Jaejoong is something else altogether. Heechul had even described him as a beautiful and haughty cat. For the man to call anyone beautiful is a marvel in itself for he’s gone on record saying he’s never met a woman prettier than him, so for him to describe Jaejoong the way he does is truly something.

BoA has always been a little self-conscious about her looks, knowing she doesn’t rank very highly on anyone’s radar, and at first, she’d thought perhaps Yunho has been swept away by a face and nothing else.

But the revelation that Jaejoong has imposed a no sex ban on the man after what she’s heard has her looking at the teenager a little differently.

“I’m with Jaejoong. I hope he holds out for as long as he wants.”

The teenager sends her a grateful smile before turning back to glare at a still-chuckling Heechul.

“Do you really think Yunho is going to take no for an answer?”

“Yes.” Yunho finally answers quietly. “He’s my husband, and I will respect his rules.”

“Ten days of marriage and already giving in so fast, leadershii?”

“You’re not married so shut up, Min-ah,” Yunho replies tiredly without heat. He suddenly wants nothing more than to head to Sukira and then return home and crash. They have practice at eight the following morning, and he’s tired just thinking about it. The teenager has more than worn him out he realizes.

“And you’ve only been married for what? Ten days? You’re an expert now?”

“Hyung, let it go.” Jaejoong shakes his head. “It’s between Yunho and I, ok? We’ll work it out.”

“Speaking of working out, we still need to work you out.” BoA’s voice is serious. “Even I know the company is going to flip like hell over this. Fake dating Yunho was bad enough, but at least I had the company’s support. If his fans know about you, there will be bloodshed.”

“It better not be his.” Yunho’s voice is cold.

“I don’t think even you can predict that.”

“I’m inclined to disagree,” Heechul voices thoughtfully, slightly surprised when Changmin voices his agreement with him. “I think since most of his fans are female, they’d be more willing to see him going to another man rather than a woman because if his interests lie that way, they never had a chance anyway so they might be more accepting. And besides, one look at our teenager here, and they’d probably forgot who Yunho ever was.”

“Thanks,” Yunho mutters drily.

“Just saying it like it is, man.” Heechul grins. “First, you land the handsomest partner anyone could ever ask for, and then you manage to marry the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Someone up there really likes you.”

Determined to steer the conversation away from looks because it’s making her feel small, BoA speaks up. “Alright, so say the fans are alright with it when they find out, and they will eventually find out, what about the company? Yunho and Changmin are their biggest moneymakers. I doubt they’d be willing to let go of the reins so easily.”

“Who says any reins need to be let go off?”

“Dude, marriage changes people whether they want it to or not. Yunho’s not going to want to spend months in Japan and leave his husband behind, and even I would support him in that regard,” Changmin nods towards the couple who are now plastered against each other. Jaejoong has curled into Yunho sometime in the last few minutes, eyes closed as he listens to everyone talking. Yunho’s mouth is pursed against his forehead, stroking circles on his thigh.

“And who says he needs to be left behind?”

“You know the company won’t allow him to mix his personal life with his professional.”

Heechul starts laughing, shaking his head fondly at Changmin. “You’re so naive. Your contracts are coming up for review, and you are bigger now than ever before. The company would be beyond stupid to make a big deal about Yunho bringing his spouse along wherever he goes. As long as his work doesn’t suffer, I don’t see why Jaejoong can’t tag along.”

“Doesn’t Jaejoong have a say in this?” The teenager asks, slurring slightly. He is exhausted all of a sudden, and an attack of sleepiness has caught him. Yunho is so warm and so fragrant and he feels so safe, he’s all but dozed off.

“What do you want to add, baby?”

Changmin makes gagging sounds as both Heechul and BoA chuckle.

“I want to work.”

“Are we back to that?”

“Rule number three, Yunho.”

“Husband,” Yunho corrects automatically.

“Rule number three, husband.”

“How many rules are there?” BoA asks curiously, turning so her body is facing the couple next to her. Even she has to admit they look damn good together. But then again, for some odd reason, Yunho has always looked better next to a male than a female. She’s not sure why but as she sifts through her reasonably good photographic memory, she realizes that apart from that one performance of Checkmate, girls look awkward around the gorgeous man. They even look weird as his co-stars, and she is sure it’s not really because Yunho wasn’t straight. She is certain the man has always considered himself such. He is just more comfortable around males.

The contrast between Yunho’s overt masculinity and the teenager’s beauty is stunning. The dark looks of the painfully handsome leader of TVXQ is a perfect foil to the pale and pink of the blond.

“I’m hot,” Jaejoong grumbles, and before anyone can say a word, he pulls off his top, tossing it over the back of the couch.

The hiss that escapes Yunho’s lips is telling, and BoA can only stare.

Holy shit.

Pale and pink indeed.

More like pale, pink and inked.

Changmin can see Yunho warring with himself through the set of his jaw and the tightness around his eyes. Fully expecting the man to comment on Jaejoong’s lack of modesty the way he did earlier, Changmin is more than surprised when all he does is pull Jaejoong closer, eyes sweeping the room, daring them to say anything. Not even Heechul is foolish enough to comment, though the smile playing about Jaejoong’s mouth as he snuggles against Yunho’s chest is interesting.

“Several rules.” Jaejoong finally answers once he is happy enough tucked against Yunho’s side. He isn’t that hot but he’s curious to see if Yunho will really keep his word. The man’s touch isn’t angry, more like resigned as he feels a soft kiss against his forehead and a whispered brat.

Everyone waits, but the teenager is clearly done talking, his eyes closed as he snuggles some more.

“Well?” Heechul demands impatiently. “Don’t keep us waiting.”

“Oh I plan on keeping you waiting, alright. The rules are on a need to know basis and since I’m not married to you, there is no need for you to know.” Jaejoong replies, not even bothering to open his eyes.

BoA’s eyebrows hit her hairline, staring in shock at the blunt teenager. Changmin is chuckling, mouthing I told you so to her. If she had any worries about Jaejoong being able to stand his ground, they have just left the building.

“Why you insolent piece of—“

“Hyung.” Yunho’s voice holds a note of warning, and Heechul chokes on his indignance. “Jaejoong, you have to apologize,” the man turns towards the now pouting blond who still has his eyes shut. “You cannot talk to someone older than you like that.”

“Sorry, hyung.” Jaejoong repeats, though he is anything but and it is clear to everyone. A smirk plays about his mouth, eyes still shut. “I’m sorry you’re so nosy and I’ll cook you a nice meal tomorrow if you promise to forgive me.”

Yunho squeezes the unrepentant teenager, shaking his head and wondering what the hell he got himself into, as to his relief, Heechul laughs, followed quickly by Changmin and BoA.

“I’m holding you to that.”

“Friends?” Jaejoong asks, holding out a hand vaguely in Heechul’s general direction.

“You can bow ninety degrees to me like everyone else. Put your hand away. God only knows where it’s been.”

Jaejoong’s eyes pop open, amusement lurking in them as he sits up. He brings his palm to his mouth, making a huge show of licking slowly from his Mount of Venus, eyes sparking wickedly as drags his tongue to two finger tips, before finishing off with a flying kiss to the idol star.

“Good god,” BoA manages to breathe out, as Jaejoong turns to her and winks before once again plastering himself to Yunho’s chest. “Oppa…good luck.”

Yunho acknowledges her commiseration with a nod. Good god indeed. And good luck. He’s going to need all the luck he can get to survive Jaejoong.

Changmin shakes his head, leaning back against his arm chair, throwing an arm theatrically up over his face. “I thought Heechul hyung was bad enough. I never thought there could be someone worse.”

“Don’t turn this into a competition,” Heechul warns.

“What competition? I already won.” Jaejoong replies smartly, before pulling himself quickly from Yunho’s arms and standing up to face the stone-faced diva. He bows as promised, ninety degrees, and this time his apology is sincere. “I’m sorry, hyung. You make it way too easy, but I really am sorry. Tell me your favorite dishes and I’ll try and make them tomorrow night if Yunho takes me to the supermarket as promised.”

Heechul begrudgingly accepts the boy’s apology, even he isn’t immune to the teenager’s smile when he straightens. Jaejoong returns to Yunho, sitting in his lap instead of next to him. One thing leads to another, and in seconds, the two are kissing.

Changmin rolls his eyes, leaning back and crossing his arms.

Heechul smirks, eyes going back and forth between BoA’s poleaxed expression and the two gorgeous men kissing quietly. It’s as if they have momentarily forgotten their audience, the cocoon they’ve built around themselves going up in pretty much a split second.

BoA has no idea how to react. She should feel something, shouldn’t she? Something appropriate to her role as ex girlfriend? So why on earth does she feel like cheering?

Changmin finally has enough, stretching out and kicking Yunho in the shin.

The kiss breaks off slowly, Yunho barely even acknowledging the kick, and it is Changmin’s turn to lose his breath as Jaejoong turns to look at him.

That same position, and the same look in his eyes from earlier when they had walked in on them.

The pale pink angel with the devil in his kohl lined eyes.

His eyes conveying a knowing spark of wickedness.

All skin, and no shame.

Changmin swallows hard, dragging his eyes away from the boy, only to meet Yunho’s equally heated gaze.


Good grief.

“You can’t go out with him, yet!” BoA finally protests, breaking the spell, her husky voice a little sqeuaky. “We still haven’t figured out what to do.”

“We can all go shopping.”

“Huh?” BoA looks back and forth between Heechul and Jaejoong. “Are you all crazy? TVXQ going to the supermarket is going to bring a hoard of people. TVXQ plus the Super Junior diva is going to bring chaos. Add this beautiful boy and there is going to be a traffic jam in the streets!”

“I don’t think it’ll be that crazy,” Jaejoong speaks up. “We weren’t bothered in Busan. I’m sure it’ll be fine, noona. I can call you noona right?”

BoA nods, still a little agitated. “This is Seoul, not Busan.”

“Don’t worry,” Yunho reaches over to pat BoA’s lap. “We’ve gone incognito before. It’ll be fine.”

“What if it isn’t?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

BoA’s mouth drops open in shock, as does Changmin’s, though Heechul merely chuckles. “Who are you and what have you done with Jung Yunho?”

“What do you mean?” Jaejoong questions curiously, and the singer’s gaze slides over to him.

“Yunho never does anything without planning to the smallest detail. Yunho and Changmin actually. They don’t leave anything to chance and always try and plan for every scenario. Yunho has a back up plan for everything it’s almost a compulsion.”

“You make me sound like I’m insane,” Yunho mumbles disgruntledly.

“Well, I used to think you were.”

“See what I mean?” Heechul interrupts. “Havoc.”

BoA nods instantly, eyes not leaving Jaejoong’s beautiful face. “Havoc indeed.”


“I could have just stayed at home, you know? This would be so much simpler if I just stayed home. I’m so sleepy Yunho-yah,” Jaejoong whines as the unmarked van comes to a stop in the studio’s underground parking lot.

Yunho squeezes the petulant blond leaning heavily against his side. He can feel Changmin’s, Heechul’s and BoA’s eyes on him. All three hadn’t been in favor of him bringing Jaejoong with them, but how is he supposed to explain that he is terrified of returning to the apartment to find Jaejoong gone. Not that he expects Jaejoong to disappear, but the memory of Busan and his lack of memories upon waking is still too fresh in his mind. He knows it is beyond irrational of him to behave in this way, but what other choice does he have? He cannot explain to the other three idols that he truly doesn’t think he’d be able to cope if he returned to find the blond teenager gone.

It is a weakness he is not ready to admit to, and thus he pulls his leader card and shuts up everyone with it.

Too bad his husband didn’t get that memo.

“I don’t want to go!”


“Don’t Jaejoong me. You didn’t travel by car and bus from Busan today, getting soaked in the rain, and then fucked four ways from Sunday. I’m tired and sore and so sleepy I can’t even keep my eyes open,” Jaejoong growls, eyes determinedly shut. “Leave me here. I’ll just sleep in the van.”

“I’ll stay with him,” BoA offers, but to her shock, Yunho shakes his head.

“No, Jaejoong is coming with us. Come on, baby. I’ll carry you if you don’t walk on your own.”

“You don’t trust me with him?” BoA asks incredulously.

Jaejoong cracks open an eye, casting a glance at her before he opens both eyes and looks up at his unbending husband. “Yea, leave me with noona. We can bitch about you while you’re gone and she can tell me all your secrets.”

“Yeah, that just convinced me to leave you with her,” Yunho remarks drolly. “Last chance, Jaejoong. Either you walk or I’m throwing you over my shoulder and then we can tell the world in grand style who you are.”

“A man wouldn’t throw his husband over his shoulder,” Jaejoong mutters irritatedly. “Only fucking cave men do that.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Heechul growls. “Carry him, kiss him, fuck him, I don’t give a shit. Just get out of the damn van. You’re already late and Sungminnie is panicking and I don’t like seeing that pretty boy panic so MOVE.”

“Geez,” Jaejoong grumbles as he leans over to open the door of the van. “Calm your tits, hyung.” He pushes the door open and hops out, making much noise as he leans backwards and forwards, trying to stretch out the kinks in his body.

Yunho and Heechul exchange glances, and the diva shrugs. “He’s like me so I know how to deal with him.”

“I almost wish I could invite you to stay over.”

“Why don’t you?” Heechul immediately turns coy as he waggles his eyebrows, causing Changmin and BoA to both laugh. “Since the kid isn’t warming your bed, I’m sure I can.”

“Do you have a death wish?” Jaejoong’s voice cuts through the laughter, thoroughly unamused. “It won’t be hard to slip something into your food tomorrow.”

“Did he just threaten me?” Heechul turns to BoA who nods, smirking at his non-plussed expression.

“Who’s the jealous one now?” Yunho murmurs huskily into the teenager’s ear, sneaking a kiss as the boy grunts.

“Watch it, mister.”

“Mister Jung?”

“I still think Mrs suits him better,” Heechul smirks, yelping as Jaejoong kicks out at him. “What was your original last name anyway? We should probably introduce you with it.”


Heechul starts to laugh. “You know what? Why don’t you pass as my distant cousin or something. No one is going to disbelieve it, and even if they do, they wouldn’t dare voice it.”

“That’s actually a good idea,” Changmin muses. They’d spent a good long while trying to figure out what to do and how to explain Jaejoong’s presence, not really coming to any concrete solution even when it made them late for the radio show. “Two beautiful men, and let’s face it, Jaejoong’s behavior is close enough to hyung’s for no one to question the relation. His rudeness will mostly be ignored to because no one will want to face Heechul hyung’s wrath.”

“I’m not rude!”

“Hah!” Heechul exclaims instantly.

“You’re just very difficult, hyung.”

“Right back at you, kid.”

“He’s right,” BoA agrees. “It will explain his presence and why he’s always around you two, though he probably should spend a reasonable amount of time with Heechul oppa as well.”

“Do I have to?” Jaejoong asks with a long-suffering sigh.

“Can it, brat. We’re doing this to protect you.” Heechul’s mouth is pursed thoughtfully as he eyes the pouting teenager. “I think we can actually get away with this.”

“Don’t I have a say in this?”

“What do you want to say, love?”

Instantaneous silence. BoA, Heechul and Changmin exchange more glances as Jaejoong tilts his head, staring up at the taller man.

“What do you think about this?” Jaejoong asks quietly.

Yunho’s answer is quick as he circles his arm around the teen’s waist, pulling him closer towards him. “I think it’s a good idea. The protection of TVXQ and Kim Heechul would go far in helping you get away with any strange things you might say, though please, do try and be more polite.”

“I’ll lend him whatever consequence I have too,” BoA offers. “I can tell them you’re thinking of becoming a personal assistant and you can tag along with me some days and learn about Yunho oppa’s life from a reasonably safe side.”

Heechul clicks his tongue and smirks. “I can see now why Yunho married you. He really didn’t have a choice. I’ve known you for several hours and I’m already protecting you as if you’re family. BoA who should be angry at you for marrying her boyfriend is instead offering you her own consequential influence especially amongst the female idols. Changmin would do anything Yunho asks of him, though really, I don’t think he needs to be asked. Cook for him again and he’ll be your slave for life. In fact, I think he might even side with you in a lover’s quarrel. How about that, Jung Jaejoong? How does it feel to be so powerful?”

Jaejoong shakes his head but Heechul stops him, his tone turning serious.

“Don’t underestimate how useful power is in your husband’s industry. Wield it if you have it, and when you have it, don’t ever let it go. People will not hesitate to stab you in the back at any opportunity they can find, so Jaejoong, I hope you’re strong.”

“Stop scaring him,” Yunho’s voice is quiet, humbled by his friends, but he can feel Jaejoong trembling.

“He doesn’t have to be scared,” Heechul declares, his tone jaunty now. “He’s your husband and my cousin, and well, dubious personal assistant to BoA and Changmin. He is practically untouchable.”

“Let’s hope it stays that way.”

“Have faith, hyung.” Changmin adds, rubbing Jaejoong’s shoulder and squeezing comfortingly. “So, my personal assistant huh? Can you just cook and do nothing else?”

“Don’t push it, Changmin,” Yunho growls, but he is foiled by the laughter of his husband who lets go of him and links arms with the tall young man.

“Alright. Game face on. I hate lying to my own kids, but it really can’t be helped. You better be worth it, Jung Jaejoong.”


“In this day and age, a woman probably cares more about what’s in your pockets rather than what’s between them.”

There is a second of shocked silence, before everyone starts laughing.

Yunho though, leans forward to speak, trying his best not to sneak a glance at the blond who hasn’t been trying very hard to stay awake in the corner of the studio.

“What about a man then? A husband instead of a wife.”

“Oh no, hyung!” Ryeowook exclaims. “Have you finally been turned by Heechul hyung? I can hear at least 800,000 hearts shattering across South Korea.”

“I’m sure there are any number of things a man would do to a husband that he wouldn’t do to a wife.” Changmin cuts in quickly to turn the conversation away from “HoRella” before the blond decides enough is enough. He has been trying to shake the vision in the bedroom from his mind since the radio show went down kinky street, but all he can see is that inked back and that seductive smile. He cannot imagine a single one of his female friends or acquaintances being that open and comfortable enough to keep fucking while being gaped at.

Well, scratch that. He’s not sure any males he knows would be comfortable either apart from maybe Heechul who shouldn’t really count because he’s Heechul.

“Ooooooh,” Sungmin titters, darting glances back and forth between the men of TVXQ and his own hyung who is cackling extremely loudly. “So if you wanted something a little less mainstream and a little less normal, you’d need to go for a guy?”

“Normal? What’s normal.”

“You know, normal debauchery.”

“That sounds like an oxymoron to me.”

“What is this? Sukira after dark?”

“It is after dark.”

“Kids, if you are under 19, now’s the time to turn the radio off,” Sungmin speaks up half seriously. His hyung along with TVXQ are all acting quite strangely. They’ve deviated from the script so much it’s going to be hell trying to rein it back in, and yet a quick check of his phone reveals no such instructions to can it. In fact, he’s been told to keep the conversation going the way it has.

“I think husbands are less mercenary,” Heechul smirks, darting a glance at the slumbering teen who is using BoA as a pillow. It’s the most hilarious thing ever, and they are out of sight of the various cameras in the studio. Introducing Jaejoong had been surprisingly easy, the kid was awkward at first, visibly uncomfortable at being continually referred to as his cousin, but sleep wins over eventually as he begs off to the corner before the program even starts, ending all questions right there.

Oddly enough, because he is sleeping on a listening BoA, no one in the studio, not even the station manager questions his presence. The man is more than stoked at having the top idol in the studio along with Heechul, and he’d been too busy congratulating himself on being so lucky instead of looking too closely at Jaejoong.

Not that he’d ever manage to get a close look anyway. Every time he turns to look at the blond, Yunho’s body is blocking his view somehow.

“I doubt BoA noona would agree with your assessment.” Ryeowook chides as he waves at BoA in the corner who smiles and waves back, adjusting the portable headset she was given.

“Not all girls are mercenary.”

“Surprise, everyone! BoA noona arrived with TVXQ and you are super lucky to have her here. Now do tell us, is Yunho hyung as irritating at home the way Changmin makes him out to be sometimes?”

BoA exchanges looks with Heechul, Yunho and Changmin. Sungmin catches the looks but Ryeowook misses it. He sees the deep breath she takes, almost dislodging the beautiful blond boy sound asleep on her shoulder, and if he was expecting something interesting, she doesn’t disappoint at all.

“I don’t really know, Sungmin-ssi. We barely see each other. I’m promoting in the States as you know, and I only just came back today.”

“Ah, so you miss him? Is that why you followed him on his schedule today?”

“Not at all. Yundol-ah and I have known each other for so long that we decided to try this whole dating thing. We’ve both realized it’s not really working…” she trails off as both Sungmin and Ryeowook sit up in shock.

“What? What are you saying?”

“We’re just better as friends.” Yunho qualifies. “She is an amazing person, and she’ll find someone who deserves her.”

“And he’ll find someone who will put up with his schedule. Someone who isn’t afraid to tell him no, or to order him about the way he should be at home. Leadershii always has things his way. He should find someone who will lead him by his nose on a merry chase.”

“Definitely,” Changmin agrees instantly. “Hyung is so used to bossing people around and BoA noona is his sunbaenim but she still defers to him in most things. Hyung needs someone who will provide a challenge for him.”

“Like Heechul-hyung?” Ryeowook questions incredulously.

“Bite your tongue, dongsaeng,” Heechul laughs. “I’ve known Yunho as long as BoA has. We wouldn’t work either.”

“Then who?” Sungmin asks, his gaze sliding back over to the slumbering blond.

“Why don’t you let the listeners make suggestions?” Heechul prompts, before turning to Yunho and practically purring. “Yunho-ah tell us whether you prefer blonds or brunettes.”

This time Yunho is unable to hide the glance he shoots over at BoA and a sleeping Jaejoong, and everyone in the live studio catches it.


AN1: I had actually intended to write out the smut in detail but three chapters of smut in a row would’ve been too much hahaha! Also, seven is my husband’s maximum in a night though he’s younger than Yunho hahahahahaaaaa. Oh dear. My poor husband, I really should stop talking about him OTL

AN2: Yes, I deactivated. I just needed a break. I’ll probably be back, just not sure when.

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Thank you for the update.. Love it. Everythingis undercontrol.. I'm going to wait for you to come back.. Please rest well Nd take care!!!

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