lotus_beauty | [Fic] Falling (Stupid for You) : 15/19

Title: 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: see part 1 if you're curious
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, but a girl can dream through fiction.

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15: in which a picture is worth a thousand words, but an action is worth so much more

Just when Jaejoong thought his photography class couldn’t get more interesting, the film unit they started last week had him steepling his fingers with glee. Not only was the how and why of film easy to understand, but using it was so simple! As long as the user was careful. His class learned all the basics about shutter speed and exposure, and Jaejoong happily drank up all the information. Sure, it took a bit longer with a camera where you had to focus yourself, but Jaejoong found it fascinating on a new level. Micky found it very annoying on a new level, which Jaejoong realized when he’d been babbling nonstop about film at him one night for three hours straight. He hadn’t had a chance to talk about it all week, and not with Junsu (his lips had ended up doing other things with Junsu), so Micky was the unlucky target.

Getting a grip on himself, Jaejoong decided to shut up until he finally had his shots done and developed. Nothing was a worse buzzkill than to realize he’d screwed up, so he decided to remain hopeful and not let his ego get in the way. That was the difficult part though.

Jaejoong was one of the only students who managed to figure out how to spool and develop his film properly without ruining it. The enlarger—the projector used to expose the photographic paper to his film—was a lot easier to use than it sounded. Again, he found going slowly was the best practice and realized he liked how meticulous he could be about it. It was pretty cool, to be honest. He still liked Photoshop better though.

Friday around noon found Jaejoong in the commons area looking over a set of film he’d decided to try developing that morning after another class. He cut the film so that four pictures were on each piece and held them up to the light to see how they turned out. They didn’t look bad at all from what he could tell, but they were still tiny. Nibbling on his lower lip, Jaejoong slipped each of the pieces into a plastic protector page and took himself to the darkroom. It wasn’t long before he busted out his photo paper, exposed it to the film and had them in the chemical baths.

A smile crept onto Jaejoong’s face as he watched a picture of Micky with Harang develop and he knew the rest of the roll would turn out perfectly fine. The composition was great and the contrast got Jaejoong excited to start his photo shoot. The photo shoot—he glanced at his watch and sighed in relief. He had another hour before he was to meet up with Junsu and Boa. Jaejoong waited for his photos to develop and fix before he put them through the dryer and set them aside on a shelf labeled with his name. He then quickly cleaned up and ran to the other side of the building to get his professor to open the room where all the shoots were done. Once inside, Jaejoong dropped his things in the corner and began to set up the lights and backdrops.

He was leaning on the back of a chair as he considered a backdrop when something bumped his foot. A glance down revealed a soccer ball next to him and he grinned as he turned to see Junsu leaning on the doorway. With a smile, he moved into the room and greeted Jaejoong with a kiss. Jaejoong sighed into the kiss as his heart fluttered in his chest, happy to have someone who would do that sort of thing from now on. He let go of Junsu as the kiss ended and turned as he was going to get his sketchbook out of his bag for the ideas of poses he and Junsu had come up with. Before he could even open his mouth, he glanced up at his boyfriend and promptly tripped on the chair he’d just been leaning on. Junsu grabbed him to keep from falling and the two laughed as Junsu set him in the chair to sit.

“You’re not supposed to be doing that anymore,” Junsu scolded. “You got the guy.”

Jaejoong laughed and knew his face was beet red. “Yeah, well, consider it a compliment.” He gladly accepted the next kiss to wash away his embarrassment before he finally went to retrieve his sketchbook. The two were looking over the poses when Boa arrived and they got to work. Jaejoong had Boa put on a black tank top with her jeans, and Junsu in white with his jeans to keep it simple and find out how much he could play with lights and shadows.

The first set of photographs he took were action shots of each of his models. He had Boa do various dance moves and poses before he went on to take shots of Junsu doing soccer kicks and jumps as Boa fed him the ball to kick. Jaejoong was thanking every god available that Junsu’s aim was always spot on and he kicked the ball to the same spot on the wall and not into props and lights. Once they were finished with those shots (because he ran out of film on that roll), Jaejoong put in a fresh roll of film and had the two pose together as if a couple.

“Oh, so you want me to hold her?” Junsu teased as he put his arms around Boa. “What if I fall in love with her?”

Boa laughed against his chest as Jaejoong snapped a photo and retorted, “but you won’t be going home with her.”

“He has a point,” Boa told Junsu who shrugged.

“For now, we’re actors,” he replied and nuzzled her as Jaejoong hit the shutter button again. Now that was good acting—and a good idea! Jaejoong asked the two to act their parts and gave them poses as he moved to change the angles and light source, all the while snapping shots as he went. Not only would he have great shots for his assignment in class, he could probably convince the director to let him make the posters to advertise the play. Hell, maybe he’d get paid for once.

At one point, Junsu dipped Boa as if they were dancing and when she came up, the two smiled at one another knowingly. Jaejoong finally felt a slight stab of jealousy as it seemed they’d done that before, and Junsu knew just how to hold her properly for the move. Junsu looked over when they didn’t get any direction and Jaejoong pulled his gaze away, not knowing what to say. He paged through his sketchbook to see if there were any poses they hadn’t done yet.

“Did Junsu tell you he used to dance?” Boa asked as she sat on the chair and Junsu leaned on the back.

Jaejoong glanced up with a smile as it seemed Junsu was a bit embarrassed. “No, he didn’t.” So that was where he got that ass.

“Well, I’m sure he has plenty of time to tell you, but he used to dance and sing until he got serious about soccer and got a scholarship,” Boa told him as he sat back.

“Yes, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to talk to one another,” Jaejoong replied with a smirk as Junsu blushed. “I do believe I’ve gotten all of the shots I wanted, so I guess we’re done here. Thanks you guys.” He smiled as the two gave one another grins and then went to change into what they were wearing before. Boa said goodbye as Jaejoong was putting things back in their place and Junsu offered to help.

Once everything was put away, Jaejoong began to take his camera apart and put it in the case. He smiled at the finished roll before he slipped it into the slot on the camera case and set the case down next to his bag. There were still pictures left on the roll left in the camera and he figured he could use them on something before he developed it. He turned to ask Junsu what he wanted to do and instead smiled as he saw his boyfriend sitting in the chair, waiting patiently. His boyfriend—he liked the sound of that.

Jaejoong moved away from his bag and straddled Junsu to sit on his lap as he rested his arms around Junsu’s shoulders. “So.”

“So,” Junsu replied with a smile.

“I’ve got the rest of the evening free, if there’s anything you wanted to do…” Jaejoong suggested as he coaxed a kiss from Junsu.

“I could name a few things,” he replied as Jaejoong gave up another kiss, fighting the urge to laugh.

Junsu’s hands slid up under the back of his shirt as he ran his thumb over the back of Junsu’s neck, obviously wanting much more than just a kiss. Then things turned serious as Junsu tugged on his shirt and Jaejoong trailed kisses down the athlete’s neck—and then the door flew open.

“Hey, Jaejoong I—” Boa stopped one step into the room as Jaejoong sat back in surprise at the abrupt entrance. She bit her lip in amusement as the two young men blushed and glanced at one another with sheepish grins. “Two things. I just wanted to remind you about tomorrow, but I’ll text you later; and Mrs. Olson is coming so you might want to continue that elsewhere. Bye!” And with that, she was gone.

Jaejoong chuckled, an amused yet embarrassed as he rested his forehead against Junsu’s shoulder. “We should probably go.”

“Then let’s do just that,” Junsu replied before he stole one last kiss.

Prying himself off of Junsu was difficult, but he knew if he didn’t, they’d be caught and he’d never hear the end of it. He’d already been caught in the paint mixing room once with a certain someone last semester, and he didn’t want to get caught again if he could help it. Especially if he knew someone was coming.

The two gathered their things and exited the room just as his teacher was coming to lock up. They greeted her like normal and Jaejoong led Junsu out to the bus stop, as he’d taken it that day to get to the university. Jaejoong pulled headphones out of his bag and slipped them onto his head as Junsu took out earbuds for himself. Once they had a seat together on the bus, Jaejoong did his best to zone out, but damn if he couldn’t still feel Junsu’s lips on his. Between the folds of their jackets, Jaejoong felt Junsu’s hand slip into his and smiled to himself as he squeezed that hand.

The two exited the bus at Jaejoong’s stop and Junsu followed Jaejoong the remaining blocks to his place. It wasn’t until they were to the stairs of the apartment that Jaejoong remembered to take his headphones off.

“No practice today?” he asked as Junsu followed him up the stairs.

“Coach’s anniversary today, and Micky arranged so they weren’t doing a scene I was in today,” Junsu explained with a hint of a smirk. So, Micky was working for him now. Good. Jaejoong liked that they were getting along while working on the play. Maybe he could put in a good word to Kumi for him.

Jaejoong let them in and locked the door behind himself as they deposited their belongings on the kitchen counter. He reached toward the ceiling in a stretch and felt arms wrap around his waist as he leaned back into the hold. “You hungry? I can make something.”

“Probably wouldn’t be a bad idea,” Junsu said as he rested his chin on Jaejoong’s shoulder before he turned his head to kiss the artist’s neck. Jaejoong shivered in response and laughed.

“Let’s put our things in my room so we have counter space,” he suggested as he tried not to think about that kiss and they moved everything into his bedroom. As a reminder to use the rest of the film, Jaejoong took his camera out and set it on the bedside table before Junsu caught him up in a kiss. He didn’t even get a chance to turn the light on—it seemed Junsu’s hunger was taking a backseat for a different kind of hunger. Jaejoong decided food could wait as he maneuvered Junsu closer to his bed and when he felt his legs hit the mattress he pulled Junsu down with him.

Jaejoong hit the bed and a small sharp pain shot up from his lower back. “Ow,” he muttered as he broke the kiss and felt under him to pull up a… rose? He stared at the rose and stem for a moment as Junsu frowned and picked a card up. “What does it say?”

“Congratulations,” he read and flipped it over. “Now stop staring at this card and start going at it.” He snickered as Jaejoong rolled his eyes. Micky would do that, he thought as Junsu took the rose to look at it. “Your back isn’t bleeding, is it?” he asked and got up to allow Jaejoong to sit up and pull his shirt off. Once Junsu determined that Jaejoong would live, the athlete crawled onto the bed and into Jaejoong’s lap.

Jaejoong’s thoughts screeched to a halt as Junsu trailed the rose over his lips before pressing a kiss to them. He could feel the rose ever so slowly making its way down his chest as the kiss deepened. The rose then touched his cheek as he felt his pants being undone by Junsu’s free hand. Well, now, if this was the way things were going to go, he wasn’t going to stand for Junsu having clothes on either. He tugged Junsu’s shirt up to break the kiss and earn a laugh from the young man as he tossed the rose onto the pillow.

Jaejoong pushed Junsu off of the bed to get his pants off, tugging them down as he kissed the athlete’s abdomen before he went after his underwear. He particularly liked the way Junsu sighed when he kissed the spot over his hip bone. He told Junsu to wait a moment and moved to his bedside table to grab lube and condoms, and paused when a hand touched his back, tracing over it in a familiar way.

“You like it?” he asked quietly as arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him back and a pair of lips touched the middle of his upper back.

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo,” Junsu replied quietly as one of the arms disappeared as his fingers traced over the ink again. “Somehow, it suits you.”

Jaejoong smiled as he felt that flutter in his chest again. “Thanks. Micky has a tattoo that matches the middle part, only he has a tramp stamp,” he told Junsu to earn a laugh.

“Is it sensitive?” he asked as he nuzzled Jaejoong’s back to make the young man shiver.

“Yes,” Jaejoong replied, his patience running thin. He turned in Junsu’s arms to capture his lips again. If he wanted a massage, he could do that later. Right now he wanted Junsu in his bed and hopefully inside of him. The other way around worked just as well, he decided as he tugged Junsu down and the young man straddled his lap again.

“Thank you.” Junsu plucked the items procured from a surprised Jaejoong’s hand and tore open the condom package. Normally, this was an awkward affair, but Junsu pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s lips to distract him, then a trail of kisses down his neck as he felt Junsu’s fingers at work. Now that felt nice. Returning the favor, Jaejoong stole back the lube as they kissed and soon worked his slick fingers inside of Junsu. He didn’t bother wiping his hand as neither of them could wait any longer. His hands rested on Junsu’s hips as Junsu slowly lowered himself over Jaejoong’s erection, panting softly as he did so. A curse slipped from his lips once Junsu was fully on him and god, it felt so good that he almost didn’t want Junsu to move. But then he did move and fuck—a gasp escaped him as Junsu pulled up a bit and pushed down shallowly. Tease.

Junsu hummed. “Not a tease.”

He’d said that out loud? It didn’t matter as Junsu’s lips were on his as he moved again and Jaejoong let him. Their lips parted not long after that, and didn’t know how Junsu did it, but everything felt good. Every spot that they touched felt like electricity to Jaejoong, even when they managed to get a short kiss in. And it was clear as Junsu’s voice echoed off the walls with his, their bodies coming together every time Junsu came down. Then Junsu moved his hips in a way that Jaejoong hadn’t experienced and made him moan in response. He’d been in this position only a few times before and nothing felt like this. God, he swore this guy had joints in places he really shouldn’t, with the way he moved his body.

Junsu shivered—he was close. Jaejoong slipped a hand between them and gave Junsu’s cock a squeeze before running his hand up and down the skin. Junsu’s hands squeezed his shoulders, his short nails digging in as their foreheads touched and he felt the young man’s body tighten around him—and god it felt so fucking good. He kept moving as he spilled himself between them, head falling back as he moaned and Jaejoong couldn’t hold back any longer. Twice more Junsu moved over him and he finally let himself go with a gasp and a shudder. A hand ran through his hair as Junsu kept moving, working him through the orgasm and he moaned softly in reply.

As he came back down to himself, Junsu was panting softly against his shoulder, fingers running through the back of his hair. Jaejoong had to smile to himself before he leaned forward to kiss Junsu’s shoulder and received a kiss for his effort.

“I hate to say this, but despite the fact that I don’t want to move, I’m really hungry,” Junsu admitted quietly as Jaejoong chuckled.

“Sadly, I agree.” He pressed a kiss to Junsu’s lips. “Quick shower and then food?”

“Done.” Junsu smiled. God, he loved that smile.

They sat there for a few more minutes, recovering energy before they finally pulled apart, cleaned themselves off and made their way into the bathroom. Too tired for anything more than a quick wash, they lathered themselves up, rinsed, and were drying off within minutes. Jaejoong let Junsu wear a pair of his sweats as he pulled some out for himself and set about seeing what he could make. Junsu demanded to help and finally Jaejoong gave in and let him cut up some vegetables as he made some quick yakisoba, as Keita had taught him a while back. It wasn’t the best meal on earth, but damnit it tasted good.

After stuffing themselves, the two curled up on the couch with a blanket and relaxed to a movie Jaejoong let Junsu pick out. Relieved that he picked an action flick, Jaejoong let Junsu pull him close for a kiss before they started to watch. Somewhere near halfway through, Jaejoong realized Junsu’s thumb had been running up and down his shoulder, and his fingers had been tracing over Junsu’s abdomen absently. Still watching the movie, Jaejoong adjusted his touch to featherlight and felt Junsu shift under him.

“Heeey, are you trying to distract me?” Junsu asked accusingly, his big grin giving him away.

“Me? Never,” Jaejoong played innocent as he did it again and grinned when Junsu squirmed away. He climbed into Junsu’s lap to trap him and steal a kiss. He was running his hands up the back of Junsu’s neck, into his hair, when the young man shivered and pulled back suddenly.

He looked like he wanted to say stop, but couldn’t make himself. Jaejoong leaned closer and coaxed a nuzzle from him as he trailed his fingers up the back of Junsu’s neck into his hair again and felt Junsu tense.

“You like that?” he asked as Junsu nodded wordlessly. Jaejoong held back a smirk as he continued. “How about this?” he leaned over Junsu’s shoulder and kissed him just behind the ear to feel the young man freeze. Almost, Jaejoong told himself. He shifted his lips to Junsu’s ear and trailed his lips around the outside of his lover’s ear to feel Junsu’s hands on his waist tighten. He followed edge again, this time with his tongue before his sucked on the earlobe to elicit a moan this time.

“Yes,” Junsu breathed, and for his honesty, Jaejoong gave him a kiss, letting him deepen it.

“Should we stop the movie?” he asked as he felt Junsu’s hands wandering down over his behind.

“Probably a good idea,” Junsu replied and caught his gaze as his hands changed direction, moving up Jaejoong’s back. “Can I see your tattoo this time?”

Jaejoong pouted. “But then I won’t get to play with your ears.”

“You can play with my ears later, I want to touch you this time,” Junsu replied as his fingers brushed over the ink on Jaejoong’s back.

Jaejoong sat back and nibbled on his lip as he contemplated this very tempting arrangement. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“I would expect you to,” he replied, his eyes dancing deviously, and Jaejoong knew he liked where this relationship was going.

“Deal.”

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Micky slid the key into his apartment door and peeked in quietly, just to be sure. With a sigh of relief at seeing the living room empty, he entered and locked the door behind himself. He hadn’t wanted to walk in on anything going on as he liked the fact that Jaejoong had found someone. So they must be in his bedroom then. With an impish smile tugging at his lips, Micky silently set his bag on the table and stole into the hallway. He found Jaejoong’s door slightly ajar and quiet murmurs coming from inside. He peeked in to see Jaejoong lying atop Junsu as they talked. He then noticed the camera on the table next to the door—and he couldn’t help himself.

Reaching a hand in, Micky plucked the camera up and checked to see there was film inside. He bit his lip in glee and carefully angled the camera as he focused in the soft light of the room. Jaejoong had been blabbering enough about the film and such that he knew at least a few things to do. Once he got the shot he wanted, he wondered how he was going to get it without them hearing. The two began to laugh at something one or the other said and Micky figured it was now or never. He clicked the shutter button and carefully set the camera down right where it had been as he snuck away, fighting the urge to laugh with excitement.

Mission accomplished.

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okay so, um i don't know how fast i'll get the rest of the parts out, but hopefully this will tide you guys over for a few days til i can get to writing the end out ♥

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