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ONIB: Stupid muses...
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Poll #1946074 Which do you prefer?

JaeMin or JaeMin? OTL

Version 1
147(45.8%)
Version 2
133(41.4%)
Oh god something else please
41(12.8%)



ALSO PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT - This is a YunJae fic and it will stay a YunJae fic. That is the only romantic pairing you need to worry about OTL

ETA:
Three hours into this and it's at 50 vs 48... Welcome to my life readers when not even you can agree amongst yourselves and it's even worse in my head with the JaeMin bickering ;;

8.5 hours in and it's 86 vs 88 lmao. I guess y'all know how I feel now ;-)

12 hours and it's 104 vs 97... I really can't call this one OTL





Ok, so I know they may not really look all that different to you but they are ;; I've wrestled them both and i've finally managed to come to some sort of agreement between these two. There is NO GUARANTEE as to what will happen tbh because I have a horrid feeling it may still go another way, but at the moment, you can vote on these. I've turned off comments because I just need you to vote.



Version 1

Jaejoong is warm.

He can feel clothes against his skin, and he tugs at them.

A groan meets his ears, and he smiles, slipping his hand underneath the offending bit of clothing to meet smooth skin.

He sidles a little closer, not bothering to open his eyes as he tries to coax the shirt off the man.

More groaning, but there is compliance.

Hot skin against his, Jaejoong snuggles closer still.

“You do realize I’m not your husband, right?” A dry voice whispers in his ear.

Jaejoong starts briefly, but the voice is familiar, and he remembers.

“You’re his wife, so you are mine too.”

The blond nods off, falling back to sleep, not noticing the rueful smile playing about the lips of the man he is sleeping against.



Changmin feels a weight on his chest. It isn’t uncomfortable, but it is unfamiliar.

He reaches out blindly, hand coming in contact with a face that lets out a soft gasp at the touch, and his eyes fly open.

Sleepy doe eyes meet confused bambi eyes.

Both widen at the same time, and Jaejoong jerks back.

“Hyung?”

Changmin’s eyes flutter shut as he groans at the breathy little whisper full of confusion.

“Hyung?”

“Go back to sleep.”

Jaejoong turns to find Yunho on his other side. The man is dead asleep, pillow over the top half of his face as he lies on his back. His mouth is wide open, and he is snoring quietly.

A hysterical burst of laughter bubbles up his throat.

The sound erupts from his lips, but it comes out as a muted giggle instead.

He can feel the lethargy in his body from the alcohol, and how sodden his brain still seems to be, but unlike Yunho, he has his faculties and his memories. Jaejoong wrinkles his nose at his husband, before he returns his gaze to the other man in the bed, leaning back down, and taking up his original position.

Changmin’s eyes widen as the blond nuzzles against his bare chest.

When the fuck did he lose his top?

“You smell nice.”

“And you smell like a bar.” Changmin twitches, trying to push the teenager off him, but his twitch only makes matters worse.

Jaejoong slips an arm around his waist and holds on tight, nuzzling further up his chest till his damn cheek is laying a top his damn fucking nipple.

“Jaejoong, I am this close to shoving you the fuck off me right now.” Changmin warns in a hiss.

The teenager turns his head, resting his chin on the older man’s nipple. He pouts in the semi-darkness.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“If you do, you’ll wake Yunho and we both know he needs to sleep.”

“So you’re blackmailing me into letting you take liberties with me?” Changmin’s tone is hushed but he is most certainly aghast and it carries in his voice, making the teenager’s mouth quirk.

“You hug people all the time. What’s wrong with me hugging you?”

“I don’t hug anyone!”

“You hug Yunho.”

A tendril of guilt twists around Changmin, as he remembers his hyung in the relaxation room. True, it wasn’t Changmin doing the hugging but Yunho, but he did kiss the man.

He closes his eyes, mentally groaning at the memory. He wonders if it’s too late to brush his teeth now.

“I just want to talk.”

“We’ve talked.” Changmin declares flatly, opening his eyes and looking up at the darkened ceiling, determined to keep his gaze there.

“I’ll talk then,” Jaejoong murmurs quietly, trying to make sense of the jumbled memories in his mind. He lays his head back down on the warm chest, finding that the young man smells very much like Yunho too, yet not. His skin has a very faint smell of baby powder that Yunho doesn’t have, but other than that, the two men are practically scent twins.

Silence stretches.

Changmin counts in his head.

He reaches three hundred, and still not a word.

“I thought you wanted to talk?”

Jaejoong huffs, sliding closer, throwing a leg over the older man. He feels Changmin jerking beneath him, as if wanting to move away, but he doesn’t.

He remembers their conversation, and while embarrassed and still a little hungover, he wants to talk about it.

“I’m sorry.”

Changmin frowns, trying to ignore the soft press of the teenager’s sex against his hip. He has no clue when he lost his top, and he definitely has no idea when the teen lost his fucking pants. Underwear is really not very appropriate considering how many people are in this bed, but he has a feeling that the teen will merely scoff if he points it out.

He tries anyway.

“Put on some clothes.”

“I’m hot.”

“It’s inappropriate.”

Jaejoong lifts his head to peer at the older man.

Even in the darkness, Changmin can see the confusion in those dark eyes.

“Inappropriate?” Jaejoong’s voice is hushed. Even more so than earlier. “How is it inappropriate?”

“Are you really going to make me spell it out?”

The blond teenager tilts his head, eyes searching the older man’s face in the darkness. He inches closer, his leg traveling further up till it is firmly across Changmin’s upper thighs. The man isn’t going to be able to go anywhere without a struggle.

“You’re Yunho’s wife.” Jaejoong states clearly. His voice louder this time.

Changmin stifles an irritated groan, counting to ten before he replies. “That is a construct of our fans, nothing more.”

“Heechul hyung believes it.”

“Heechul hyung can go jump into the fucking Han River for all I care.”

“Why are you so angry with him?”

“It wasn’t his place to say the shit he said to you.”

“Whose place was it then? He was only trying to help.”

Jaejoong is half draped over Changmin now, trying to get closer still. The fact that he cannot see the man’s face clearly is bugging him a little, and so he edges closer to try and make out his expression.

“Help?” Changmin scoffs, arm reaching easily around the wriggling teenager to hold him still. “Heechul hyung’s method of helping is questionable. How’s your head?”

“Don’t change the subject,” Jaejoong pouts as he touches his temple. “My head is fine, thank you. Why is it inappropriate?” He drops his cheek back against the warm chest, nuzzling and inhaling deeply, before letting out a contented sigh.

The puff of air blows across Changmin’s chest, making his hair stand on end and his body react.

“Jaejoong,” Changmin’s voice is pained. “Can you please get off me.”

“I’m comfortable,” comes the unrepentant reply.

Unfortunately, Changmin is also quite comfortable. The teenager is practically molded against his side, and he just seems to fit. He is so warm and soft, and that hint of clove smoke and stale alcohol clinging to him adds a very strangely comforting aura to the whole damn situation. The sweetly sour smell, coupled with the teenager’s natural scent and the way he’s just being so uncharacteristically trusting, stays Changmin’s tongue.

The way the boy fits against him is familiar.

It is pretty much the way Yunho fits against him.

How bizarre.



Version 2

Jaejoong is warm.

He can feel clothes against his skin, and he tugs at them.

A groan meets his ears, and he smiles, slipping his hand underneath the offending bit of clothing to meet smooth skin that is most importantly - warm.

He sidles a little closer, not bothering to open his eyes as he tries to coax the shirt off the man.

More groaning, but there is compliance.

Hot skin against his, Jaejoong snuggles closer still.

“You do realize I’m not your husband, right?” A dry voice whispers in his ear.

Jaejoong starts briefly, but the voice is familiar, and he remembers.

“You’re his wife, so you are mine too,” he whispers, not really awake.

The blond nods off, falling back to sleep, not noticing the rueful smile playing about the lips of the man he is sleeping against.



Changmin is woken by a loud groan somewhere in the vicinity of his chest.

He keeps his eyes shut, biting his tongue when the grumbling starts.

“I can’t fucking believe this. I didn’t drink that much.”

Jaejoong pushes himself up into a sitting positing, staring blearily in the dawn light at the man he’d been drooling on.

A man that is most definitely not his husband.

He rubs his eyes, glancing over to his other side to find Yunho sound asleep and snoring quietly.

“Well, at least you’re still asleep.”

Jaejoong sighs as he tries to figure out what to do. His head is pounding and he wants to lie back down, but the fact that he is currently a filling in a TVXQ sandwich is a little much to take in. What’s worse is that his memory, unlike Yunho’s, isn’t foggy at all. He remembers his conversation with Heechul, and he most definitely remembers his conversation with Changmin.

Wife?

Husband?

Yunho is really damn lucky he’s asleep because he has half a fucking mind to rant and rave at him.

Stupid man.

He can barely manage a wife and he goes and actually gets married for real.

To a man.

A flash of pain streaks behind his eyeballs and he clenches his eyes shut and moans quietly, both out of physical and emotional pain.

It doesn’t really dissipate though and his eyes pop open, getting used to the dim light as he looks over at the other man in the bed.

He cannot compete with Changmin. He doesn’t want to compete with Changmin. He genuinely likes the younger half of TVXQ and from everything he has managed to read about the duo, coupled with the inside scoop from Heechul, the last thing he wants is to get between the two.

And yet here he is, sitting half naked between the two men of TVXQ.

Both also half naked.

Both asleep on their backs.

Both in identical sleeping positions oddly enough.

One with his mouth wide open and snoring quietly while the other with his lips pressed shut and not making a sound.

“Stop pretending to be asleep.”

Changmin’s mouth quirks at the growl before he pops open an eyelid to observe the disheveled blond who is surprisingly not staring at him like he expects him to be after that sullen remark.

“What’s the hope no one remembers what happened yesterday?” Jaejoong whispers to himself as he lifts his arms, arching backwards in a stretch as he stifles his groan when his back pops.

“None.”

Jaejoong freezes mid-stretch, eyes clenching shut hoping he just dreamt that. Yes, maybe it’s all one giant bad dream. He’ll wake up and find himself in Busan. He wasn’t completely serious when he snarked at Changmin. Who knows what the man’s sleeping habits are, right? He’s having trouble keeping his thoughts straight and linear.

He lowers his arms slowly, pinching his inner wrist with two fingers.

“That’s not going to work either.”

Jaejoong’s eyes pop open to meet Changmin’s. There is enough light for him to make out the older man’s features, and the gorgeous idol is smirking.

“Why are you still here?” Jaejoong grouches, as he shifts around, taking care not to bump into Yunho as he pulls his knees up and hugs them, staring at the patch of drool right by Changmin’s right nipple and he has to chew back the urge to start laughing. The whole thing is way too crazy.

“You wouldn’t let me go.”

Jaejoong scowls as he continues to chew on his lower lip. “Don’t get any ideas.”

Changmin makes a sound that is part scoff part laughter.

The result is something that sounds remarkably like a loud bark which has both men look over towards Yunho who mumbles in his sleep, turning over on his side towards them both, but he doesn’t wake.

A couple of minutes pass before Changmin returns his gaze to he blond teenager who is doing a very good job at ripping his mouth to shreds.

“We need to talk.”

“So talk.”








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YJM

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