[Fic] Falling (Stupid for You) : 7/?
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lotus_beautyTitle: Falling (Stupid for You)
Author: LotusBeauty
Type: Multi-chapter
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairings: JaeSu (among others), bff!JaeChun
Genre: AU-college!fic, comedy, drama, fluff etc
Summary: Jaejoong always loved art, that much was obvious. But his usual forte is pencil drawing. When he finds out he has to take photography for digital arts to graduate for his major, he takes on the challenge with an open mind. On a hike, he catches someone in his camera lens he never anticipated. Then he keeps seeing the guy everywhere. When that certain someone comes to a gallery he participates in, Jaejoong never expects him to agree to the hasty proposition he jokingly offers.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, but a girl can dream through fiction.
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1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
7: in which Yunho dances like a girl, Micky dances with the girl, and Jaejoong doesn’t know his partner
Yunho bobbed his head to the music as he called out timing on steps for his students. He watched them carefully to take note of their moves and which parts needed to be tweaked and worked upon. One would never know he rolled out of bed at the crack of 7am to get to classes before he headed to the dance studio, what with the big smile on his face. Was it wrong to have more energy now than he had all day?
“They’re getting pretty good.”
Yunho glanced over to see Ryohei, one of the owners of the dance studio and smiled. “When dad asks why I haven’t put in any hours at the firm, I tell him that I’ve been working with kids. Shuts him up until he forgets and thinks about me dancing instead of being a lawyer.”
Ryohei laughed. The guy was roughly a foot shorter than Yunho, but one of the best breakdancers he’d ever seen, and had an authority in the studio that made even the toughest kids crack. “They say they want us to be happy, but what they really want is for us to earn money at a boring ass job so we can pop out kids and do the same thing they did.”
“Oh, don’t lie, you’d totally have kids if you could,” Yunho defended. “Don’t be so pessimistic.”
“Not sure Ryuichi would agree to that,” Ryohei replied with a raised eyebrow.
“My non-existent ovaries heard that,” Ryuichi grumbled from the desk, barely audible over the squeaking shoes.
“Hell, I wanna have kids,” Yunho commented before he called out, “Left foot, not right. Again. Good!”
“Probably why Hyori didn’t want to stay with you,” Ryohei teased. “Didn’t want to lose her girlish figure.”
“I heard that, and no it wasn’t,” she called at them from where she was supervising Boa’s routine. “God, can’t boys keep gossip to themselves?” she muttered.
“That would be too easy,” Boa replied as Yunho made a face at their backs.
He was distracted when the door opened and in walked a familiar face. “Hey guys,” Keita smiled and greeted Ryohei and Ryuichi before Yunho and waving at the girls. “Plans tonight?”
“Not that I know of,” Ryohei looked to Ryuichi, who shrugged.
“Micky wants to drag Jaejoong and I out, and I am formally inviting everyone,” Keita bowed with a flourish of his hand, as if a messenger from the king—of pimps.
“Micky? I know him, hangs out at the Starbucks we go to, right?” Yunho asked as Keita nodded. “Hell, why not. Mind if I bring Junsu?”
Keita sighed, his demeanor slipping. “If you must.”
“Keita’s mad because Junsu got the jersey number he wanted,” Ryohei whispered.
“Ah,” was all Yunho decided to say. He wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate to tell Keita how Junsu had held all of his excitement in until he’d gotten to Yunho’s place to squeal like a little girl about how he’d gotten the number 10 jersey. At least he knew both men were mature enough not to have a fight in a bar over who got what jersey.
“Anyway!” Keita recovered. “Open invitation for whoever wants to go, and Micky agreed to buy one round of shots, so make sure you take advantage of that.”
“I’m there!” Ryuichi called from the desk as he wrote something down.
“Count me in too,” Yunho added. “Where at?”
Keita described where everyone was going and when they were going to meet. It sounded like a decent place, and the cover wasn’t bad, so Yunho figured, why not? Chatting for just a little longer, Keita said his goodbyes to go meet back up with his other friends and Yunho began to wonder how Keita knew Ryuichi and Ryohei. He also wondered how Keita knew Micky and what Micky and Jaejoong were to each other. It was pretty obvious those two were closer than close, maybe more than what he and Hyori were. But that really wasn’t any of his business. Then again, it was pretty obvious Micky was single from the way he chased girls. Maybe he’d find out tonight. Who knew?
After a break and teaching a few more moves, Yunho told his kids to run through their routine a few more times before they could call it quits. They were about halfway through when Yunho heard the door again and glanced back to see Junsu. The young man trotted over as the kids finished and Yunho congratulated them and told them to practice before he would see them next week. He ushered them to their things before returning to Junsu.
“So, plans?” he asked.
“Keita caught me and told me about a club he was going to with some friends?” Junsu prompted.
“Yeah, wanna go?” Yunho was actually eager to get out. He hadn’t gone out dancing with friends for quite some time. “Celebration for your getting the jersey?”
“You’ve been here dancing all evening and all you want to do is go out dancing.” Junsu sighed. “Do you really want to embarrass yourself?”
Yunho frowned and knew what was coming. “I do not dance like a girl. Hyori, do I dance like a girl?” he called.
“No,” she replied immediately.
“See?” he gestured as Junsu stared at him disbelieving.
“You dance like you’re gay,” she added as Boa tripped to the floor, her and Junsu’s laughter echoing off the walls.
“Not with a partner!” he snapped as Hyori giggled.
“No, with a girl, you dance perfectly fine. It’s just when you’re alone, sometimes…” she trailed off and sent herself into another gigglefit.
“Not my fault I had a female dance teacher,” Yunho muttered under his breath. “I’m gonna take a shower. Wait for me, kay?”
“Sure,” Junsu confirmed then smirked. “Should I be your partner?”
“Shut up,” Yunho shoved his shoulder as he marched away.
“Ah, the one thing I can use to hammer down his ego,” Junsu said happily. “Did you want to come?” he asked Hyori.
“God, no. I have to work my other job in the morning.” She shook her head. Ryohei admitted he had to run errands the next day so he wouldn’t stay out too late, and Ryuichi said he would leave with Ryohei, so Junsu decided not to convince them to stay out later. At least Yunho wanted to go out. That was a plus.
When Yunho was properly clean, he let Junsu drag him off as Ryohei and Ryuichi stayed behind to close up the studio. Once they were finally at the club, Junsu offered to buy drinks and Yunho went off to find Keita to thank him for the invite.
Keita was of course standing next to Micky and Jaejoong along with a few other people as they all leaned their heads close to chatter about something. When Yunho approached, Keita greeted him happily and introduced him to everyone, but pouted when Micky and Jaejoong admitted they’d already met.
“When did you guys get so social?” Keita asked as he stuck his lower lip out.
“When you stopped making love to me,” Micky accused dramatically and put a hand to his forehead.
“I never slept with you!” Keita laughed and shoved Micky.
Jaejoong just grinned. He was happy to have such open and crazy friends, and glad to see Yunho laughing along to the jokes.
“Come Jaejoong, for Keita loves me not and I shall buy you a shot instead of him.” Micky sniffed as Keita’s jaw dropped in abject horror. With a grin, Jaejoong let himself be dragged away to the bar and liked the idea of getting a free drink, as he’d had a few already. Micky got ahead of him in the crowd and Jaejoong had to push his way through a particularly stuffed spot before he finally escaped and made his way to the bar. As he was walking up, he glanced over and stared in shock.
There he was, Mr. Spiky, as Micky called him. Jaejoong couldn’t even think straight as the guy looked over and caught his gaze. And then Jaejoong walked right into a barstool and fell onto it. Jaejoong held on for dear life to keep from falling to the floor and hoping if he held on tight enough, he could keep some semblance of his self-esteem intact. Was it too late if he could feel it crumbling to the floor when he finally got his feet under him.
“What in the hell are you doing?” Micky asked as he noticed Jaejoong’s predicament.
“I really like stools okay!?” Jaejoong snapped as he decided sinking into the ground would be a better plan.
“You’re supposed to sit on them you dumbass,” Micky replied. “Ah—oooooh!” His laughter was an obvious indicator that he’d caught a glimpse of the guy and Jaejoong wondered how red his face was, because it felt hotter than the lights in the club. Well, there was now no way to salvage his reputation and he decided it was time for more liquid courage. Besides, Micky had told him to go for it, and this was the easiest way he could think of.
Jaejoong reached up and grabbed the shot that Micky had just bought and downed it before he finally sat on the stool. “One more,” he requested as he set the empty glass down, particularly liking the sort of cinnamon aftertaste.
Micky grinned. “Can I get a Blow Job too?” he asked the bartender, who nodded and turned to make the shot.
Jaejoong smirked. “That means you’re giving me one, right?” A greasy grin passed between the both of them before Micky handed him the new shot and held up his own. “To embarrassment.”
“To making the most of the situation!” Jaejoong corrected before he paused to eye the glass. “Do I have to drink it without hands?” he asked, as the traditional manner was more than he cared to do at the moment.
Micky shrugged. “Just drink the damn thing.” They touched glasses and downed their alcohol before setting the glasses on the bar to make their way back to their friends. When they returned, Jaejoong gripped Micky’s arm as Yunho was shaking his head as he spoke to the mystery man. Spiky glanced over as conversation picked up to include him and Micky.
“I think we need to dance,” Keita suggested and grabbed Micky to drag him off, the kidnapped man complaining loudly the entire time.
Jaejoong watched them go before he turned to the two remaining men to see Spiky looking him up and down as Yunho grinned. In a normal situation, Jaejoong smirked as it seemed his mystery man liked what he saw.
“Wanna dance?” the guy asked.
“Yeah,” was all Jaejoong got out before they were heading to the dance floor. Following the guy gave a nice view of his ass and Jaejoong had to give it a good look, just to be polite. The alcohol hit him the moment they began to move and Jaejoong had his arms around his partner’s waist seconds later. He didn’t seem to mind as Jaejoong felt a pair of arms around his shoulders pull him closer.
Damn this guy could move. The way he rolled his body to the music had Jaejoong wondering just what he could do in bed. Just how flexible was this guy? And where the hell did he get this ass? He had to be a dancer. Jaejoong didn’t bother to stop himself from grabbing the guy’s ass and squeezing a few times. He seemed to like it and had laughed the first time, while the second time, he nuzzled Jaejoong with a look that obviously meant he wanted more. Then their lips met and Jaejoong felt like he was falling—and not onto the floor like usual. And he couldn’t find it in him to care.
At some point during their stint on the dance floor, Jaejoong glanced over to see Micky actually dancing with Kumi. And they looked like they were having fun. His partner actually slowed to see what he was staring at and laughed.
“How did that happen? I thought she hated him!” Jaejoong told him.
“Maybe she’s taking pity on him,” he replied as Jaejoong laughed.
“She’ll just blow him off again…” Jaejoong trailed off as they leaned closer.
“Hopefully, she doesn’t… Come on,” he said as he tugged Jaejoong the other way and off of the dance floor to a corner near the table where Jaejoong and his friends had left their empty glasses. He didn’t think much of it as he would have done the same if he had the proper brain capacity, and had to mentally commend the guy for taking the initiative. Jaejoong backed into the corner and pulled his partner in for another kiss. He hadn’t had this for so long—someone new to explore and damn if he wasn’t an excellent kisser. Jaejoong hated it when some guy tried to suck his tonsils out of his throat, but this guy, he called out shivers. This guy knew how to kiss and took it slow, like he was savoring every last touch their lips made—like he really meant it. The thought made Jaejoong’s heart skip a beat as the kiss finally ended and they laughed quietly.
Between the kissing, they talked, and for the life of him, Jaejoong could never remember just what random things they’d talked about each time, but he knew that each thing made him smile or laugh and want to kiss the guy more. They shifted back to the dance floor at some point, and then finally tired out, went to the table so they could nurse waters and Jaejoong could get the floor to stop spinning, or was that his head? Maybe it was his heart—he really liked this guy.
The point at which Micky finally returned to the table was when Jaejoong knew it was time to go home. Tabs were paid before they all made their way out of the club, Jaejoong leaning heavily on his partner as he wasn’t too sure of his footing by that time. It seemed the guy didn’t mind and held Jaejoong as if he was made to do so. Jaejoong was finally transferred to Micky’s hold as a car was brought up and he tugged at Micky to turn back.
“I’ll see you again, right?” he asked the guy who smiled and moved closer.
“Damn right you will,” he replied as he laid a kiss on Jaejoong that made his knees almost give out. Of course Jaejoong would see him again. He was friends with Yunho, and Yunho knew Micky. They would most definitely see one another again. They said their goodbyes and Micky practically dragged Jaejoong into the backseat of Keita’s car and got the seatbelt on him as they drove away. From the look of shock on Micky’s face, Jaejoong knew he’d been acting like an idiot.
“How did you do it?”
Jaejoong cut off a yawn to blink. “Do what?”
“Get him to make out with you,” Micky replied.
“I dunno,” Jaejoong shrugged as he leaned his head on his best friend’s shoulder. “I’m just that good.”
He could hear a chuckle, but by then, he was already drifting.
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one little pov move in this one from yunho to jaejoong, i hope it wasn't distracting. i don't think it happens again. comments are ♥
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Author: LotusBeauty
Type: Multi-chapter
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairings: JaeSu (among others), bff!JaeChun
Genre: AU-college!fic, comedy, drama, fluff etc
Summary: Jaejoong always loved art, that much was obvious. But his usual forte is pencil drawing. When he finds out he has to take photography for digital arts to graduate for his major, he takes on the challenge with an open mind. On a hike, he catches someone in his camera lens he never anticipated. Then he keeps seeing the guy everywhere. When that certain someone comes to a gallery he participates in, Jaejoong never expects him to agree to the hasty proposition he jokingly offers.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, but a girl can dream through fiction.
~*~
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
7: in which Yunho dances like a girl, Micky dances with the girl, and Jaejoong doesn’t know his partner
Yunho bobbed his head to the music as he called out timing on steps for his students. He watched them carefully to take note of their moves and which parts needed to be tweaked and worked upon. One would never know he rolled out of bed at the crack of 7am to get to classes before he headed to the dance studio, what with the big smile on his face. Was it wrong to have more energy now than he had all day?
“They’re getting pretty good.”
Yunho glanced over to see Ryohei, one of the owners of the dance studio and smiled. “When dad asks why I haven’t put in any hours at the firm, I tell him that I’ve been working with kids. Shuts him up until he forgets and thinks about me dancing instead of being a lawyer.”
Ryohei laughed. The guy was roughly a foot shorter than Yunho, but one of the best breakdancers he’d ever seen, and had an authority in the studio that made even the toughest kids crack. “They say they want us to be happy, but what they really want is for us to earn money at a boring ass job so we can pop out kids and do the same thing they did.”
“Oh, don’t lie, you’d totally have kids if you could,” Yunho defended. “Don’t be so pessimistic.”
“Not sure Ryuichi would agree to that,” Ryohei replied with a raised eyebrow.
“My non-existent ovaries heard that,” Ryuichi grumbled from the desk, barely audible over the squeaking shoes.
“Hell, I wanna have kids,” Yunho commented before he called out, “Left foot, not right. Again. Good!”
“Probably why Hyori didn’t want to stay with you,” Ryohei teased. “Didn’t want to lose her girlish figure.”
“I heard that, and no it wasn’t,” she called at them from where she was supervising Boa’s routine. “God, can’t boys keep gossip to themselves?” she muttered.
“That would be too easy,” Boa replied as Yunho made a face at their backs.
He was distracted when the door opened and in walked a familiar face. “Hey guys,” Keita smiled and greeted Ryohei and Ryuichi before Yunho and waving at the girls. “Plans tonight?”
“Not that I know of,” Ryohei looked to Ryuichi, who shrugged.
“Micky wants to drag Jaejoong and I out, and I am formally inviting everyone,” Keita bowed with a flourish of his hand, as if a messenger from the king—of pimps.
“Micky? I know him, hangs out at the Starbucks we go to, right?” Yunho asked as Keita nodded. “Hell, why not. Mind if I bring Junsu?”
Keita sighed, his demeanor slipping. “If you must.”
“Keita’s mad because Junsu got the jersey number he wanted,” Ryohei whispered.
“Ah,” was all Yunho decided to say. He wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate to tell Keita how Junsu had held all of his excitement in until he’d gotten to Yunho’s place to squeal like a little girl about how he’d gotten the number 10 jersey. At least he knew both men were mature enough not to have a fight in a bar over who got what jersey.
“Anyway!” Keita recovered. “Open invitation for whoever wants to go, and Micky agreed to buy one round of shots, so make sure you take advantage of that.”
“I’m there!” Ryuichi called from the desk as he wrote something down.
“Count me in too,” Yunho added. “Where at?”
Keita described where everyone was going and when they were going to meet. It sounded like a decent place, and the cover wasn’t bad, so Yunho figured, why not? Chatting for just a little longer, Keita said his goodbyes to go meet back up with his other friends and Yunho began to wonder how Keita knew Ryuichi and Ryohei. He also wondered how Keita knew Micky and what Micky and Jaejoong were to each other. It was pretty obvious those two were closer than close, maybe more than what he and Hyori were. But that really wasn’t any of his business. Then again, it was pretty obvious Micky was single from the way he chased girls. Maybe he’d find out tonight. Who knew?
After a break and teaching a few more moves, Yunho told his kids to run through their routine a few more times before they could call it quits. They were about halfway through when Yunho heard the door again and glanced back to see Junsu. The young man trotted over as the kids finished and Yunho congratulated them and told them to practice before he would see them next week. He ushered them to their things before returning to Junsu.
“So, plans?” he asked.
“Keita caught me and told me about a club he was going to with some friends?” Junsu prompted.
“Yeah, wanna go?” Yunho was actually eager to get out. He hadn’t gone out dancing with friends for quite some time. “Celebration for your getting the jersey?”
“You’ve been here dancing all evening and all you want to do is go out dancing.” Junsu sighed. “Do you really want to embarrass yourself?”
Yunho frowned and knew what was coming. “I do not dance like a girl. Hyori, do I dance like a girl?” he called.
“No,” she replied immediately.
“See?” he gestured as Junsu stared at him disbelieving.
“You dance like you’re gay,” she added as Boa tripped to the floor, her and Junsu’s laughter echoing off the walls.
“Not with a partner!” he snapped as Hyori giggled.
“No, with a girl, you dance perfectly fine. It’s just when you’re alone, sometimes…” she trailed off and sent herself into another gigglefit.
“Not my fault I had a female dance teacher,” Yunho muttered under his breath. “I’m gonna take a shower. Wait for me, kay?”
“Sure,” Junsu confirmed then smirked. “Should I be your partner?”
“Shut up,” Yunho shoved his shoulder as he marched away.
“Ah, the one thing I can use to hammer down his ego,” Junsu said happily. “Did you want to come?” he asked Hyori.
“God, no. I have to work my other job in the morning.” She shook her head. Ryohei admitted he had to run errands the next day so he wouldn’t stay out too late, and Ryuichi said he would leave with Ryohei, so Junsu decided not to convince them to stay out later. At least Yunho wanted to go out. That was a plus.
When Yunho was properly clean, he let Junsu drag him off as Ryohei and Ryuichi stayed behind to close up the studio. Once they were finally at the club, Junsu offered to buy drinks and Yunho went off to find Keita to thank him for the invite.
Keita was of course standing next to Micky and Jaejoong along with a few other people as they all leaned their heads close to chatter about something. When Yunho approached, Keita greeted him happily and introduced him to everyone, but pouted when Micky and Jaejoong admitted they’d already met.
“When did you guys get so social?” Keita asked as he stuck his lower lip out.
“When you stopped making love to me,” Micky accused dramatically and put a hand to his forehead.
“I never slept with you!” Keita laughed and shoved Micky.
Jaejoong just grinned. He was happy to have such open and crazy friends, and glad to see Yunho laughing along to the jokes.
“Come Jaejoong, for Keita loves me not and I shall buy you a shot instead of him.” Micky sniffed as Keita’s jaw dropped in abject horror. With a grin, Jaejoong let himself be dragged away to the bar and liked the idea of getting a free drink, as he’d had a few already. Micky got ahead of him in the crowd and Jaejoong had to push his way through a particularly stuffed spot before he finally escaped and made his way to the bar. As he was walking up, he glanced over and stared in shock.
There he was, Mr. Spiky, as Micky called him. Jaejoong couldn’t even think straight as the guy looked over and caught his gaze. And then Jaejoong walked right into a barstool and fell onto it. Jaejoong held on for dear life to keep from falling to the floor and hoping if he held on tight enough, he could keep some semblance of his self-esteem intact. Was it too late if he could feel it crumbling to the floor when he finally got his feet under him.
“What in the hell are you doing?” Micky asked as he noticed Jaejoong’s predicament.
“I really like stools okay!?” Jaejoong snapped as he decided sinking into the ground would be a better plan.
“You’re supposed to sit on them you dumbass,” Micky replied. “Ah—oooooh!” His laughter was an obvious indicator that he’d caught a glimpse of the guy and Jaejoong wondered how red his face was, because it felt hotter than the lights in the club. Well, there was now no way to salvage his reputation and he decided it was time for more liquid courage. Besides, Micky had told him to go for it, and this was the easiest way he could think of.
Jaejoong reached up and grabbed the shot that Micky had just bought and downed it before he finally sat on the stool. “One more,” he requested as he set the empty glass down, particularly liking the sort of cinnamon aftertaste.
Micky grinned. “Can I get a Blow Job too?” he asked the bartender, who nodded and turned to make the shot.
Jaejoong smirked. “That means you’re giving me one, right?” A greasy grin passed between the both of them before Micky handed him the new shot and held up his own. “To embarrassment.”
“To making the most of the situation!” Jaejoong corrected before he paused to eye the glass. “Do I have to drink it without hands?” he asked, as the traditional manner was more than he cared to do at the moment.
Micky shrugged. “Just drink the damn thing.” They touched glasses and downed their alcohol before setting the glasses on the bar to make their way back to their friends. When they returned, Jaejoong gripped Micky’s arm as Yunho was shaking his head as he spoke to the mystery man. Spiky glanced over as conversation picked up to include him and Micky.
“I think we need to dance,” Keita suggested and grabbed Micky to drag him off, the kidnapped man complaining loudly the entire time.
Jaejoong watched them go before he turned to the two remaining men to see Spiky looking him up and down as Yunho grinned. In a normal situation, Jaejoong smirked as it seemed his mystery man liked what he saw.
“Wanna dance?” the guy asked.
“Yeah,” was all Jaejoong got out before they were heading to the dance floor. Following the guy gave a nice view of his ass and Jaejoong had to give it a good look, just to be polite. The alcohol hit him the moment they began to move and Jaejoong had his arms around his partner’s waist seconds later. He didn’t seem to mind as Jaejoong felt a pair of arms around his shoulders pull him closer.
Damn this guy could move. The way he rolled his body to the music had Jaejoong wondering just what he could do in bed. Just how flexible was this guy? And where the hell did he get this ass? He had to be a dancer. Jaejoong didn’t bother to stop himself from grabbing the guy’s ass and squeezing a few times. He seemed to like it and had laughed the first time, while the second time, he nuzzled Jaejoong with a look that obviously meant he wanted more. Then their lips met and Jaejoong felt like he was falling—and not onto the floor like usual. And he couldn’t find it in him to care.
At some point during their stint on the dance floor, Jaejoong glanced over to see Micky actually dancing with Kumi. And they looked like they were having fun. His partner actually slowed to see what he was staring at and laughed.
“How did that happen? I thought she hated him!” Jaejoong told him.
“Maybe she’s taking pity on him,” he replied as Jaejoong laughed.
“She’ll just blow him off again…” Jaejoong trailed off as they leaned closer.
“Hopefully, she doesn’t… Come on,” he said as he tugged Jaejoong the other way and off of the dance floor to a corner near the table where Jaejoong and his friends had left their empty glasses. He didn’t think much of it as he would have done the same if he had the proper brain capacity, and had to mentally commend the guy for taking the initiative. Jaejoong backed into the corner and pulled his partner in for another kiss. He hadn’t had this for so long—someone new to explore and damn if he wasn’t an excellent kisser. Jaejoong hated it when some guy tried to suck his tonsils out of his throat, but this guy, he called out shivers. This guy knew how to kiss and took it slow, like he was savoring every last touch their lips made—like he really meant it. The thought made Jaejoong’s heart skip a beat as the kiss finally ended and they laughed quietly.
Between the kissing, they talked, and for the life of him, Jaejoong could never remember just what random things they’d talked about each time, but he knew that each thing made him smile or laugh and want to kiss the guy more. They shifted back to the dance floor at some point, and then finally tired out, went to the table so they could nurse waters and Jaejoong could get the floor to stop spinning, or was that his head? Maybe it was his heart—he really liked this guy.
The point at which Micky finally returned to the table was when Jaejoong knew it was time to go home. Tabs were paid before they all made their way out of the club, Jaejoong leaning heavily on his partner as he wasn’t too sure of his footing by that time. It seemed the guy didn’t mind and held Jaejoong as if he was made to do so. Jaejoong was finally transferred to Micky’s hold as a car was brought up and he tugged at Micky to turn back.
“I’ll see you again, right?” he asked the guy who smiled and moved closer.
“Damn right you will,” he replied as he laid a kiss on Jaejoong that made his knees almost give out. Of course Jaejoong would see him again. He was friends with Yunho, and Yunho knew Micky. They would most definitely see one another again. They said their goodbyes and Micky practically dragged Jaejoong into the backseat of Keita’s car and got the seatbelt on him as they drove away. From the look of shock on Micky’s face, Jaejoong knew he’d been acting like an idiot.
“How did you do it?”
Jaejoong cut off a yawn to blink. “Do what?”
“Get him to make out with you,” Micky replied.
“I dunno,” Jaejoong shrugged as he leaned his head on his best friend’s shoulder. “I’m just that good.”
He could hear a chuckle, but by then, he was already drifting.
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one little pov move in this one from yunho to jaejoong, i hope it wasn't distracting. i don't think it happens again. comments are ♥
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