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Jung Yunho M.D. - Complete Collection

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 19:38:10 GMT

The Jung Yunho MD Universe has gotten too large; My Master Fic List looks like a mess xD. So here's is the complete list. I divided them according to 3 themes, namely Dr. Yunjae, Dr Yoosu and Changshik. Listed in chronological order.

Teaser: Sugar Drop

1.	2.	3.
Dr YunJae-centered 윤재	Dr YooSu Files 유수	The Other Twin: Kim Changshik 김창식
Hypothetical Only At Night Kill-a Morning Thanking You Domesticity Staying Midnight Ambush None The Wiser Two Rings Insomnia Endless My Heaven Quite Sweet Things* (Prologue + Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6a Chapter 6b)	Hypothetical Shouldn't Experimental X-Files (=I= =II= =III= =IV= =V= =VI=) I Don't Want To Go Home Being Subtle Too Good So Soon Mind Games	Mirror Mirror Boys By Blood ( Part 1 \| Part 2 \| Part 3 ) Just Because Anonymous Lawyer Midnight Ambush Playground

* = Work in progress

Note: "Sugar Drop" doesn't fall in any of the above categories, so it remains as a series teaser. I put "Playground" under Changshik's category because Changshik cameos inside it + I couldn't figure out where else to put it. "Hypothetical" is also included under YooSu's category because without it, the entire Yoosu Files wouldn't be complete. "Midnight Ambush" appears twice as well.

Disclaimer: Isami doesn't guarantee that all the information depicted in this series are accurate. This is a work of fiction, for entertainment purposes. Inspired by House, the TV series =P

Please inform me if I missed anything. Please leave a comment and tell me what you think of this list. ^_____^

[fic] Mind Games

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 18:26:23 GMT

Response to a request by atobekazuki

Title: Mind Games
Word Count: 2366 w.
Pairing: Dr. Yoosu
Rating: R/NC-17
Setting: Jung Yunho MD Universe
Summary: "As a neurologist, Yoochun is always interested to learn how the brain makes people think."

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A/N: OMG Isami wrote something again! Haha xD This is Dr. Yoosu, which is my favourite way of writing the Yoosu couple. (Yeay!) Since my last update, I aim to write fluff and just namely happy stuff. The uncertainty of DBSK is making me (and I know some of you) depressed, so let's counter that depression with healthy doses of fluff and love. I hope you'll enjoy this. If you get confused after one read, try reading again. I hope it'll make more sense then. ^^

The back story for this, in case you've forgotten the previous installments: Yoochun and Junsu are dating, kinda. I said 'kinda' because they never openly admit that they're together, even if they date/kiss/make out/have sex/act like romantic fools once in a while. The only people who know about them aside from themselves are Changmin and Jaejoong. The true nature of their relationship is still ambiguous at this point. What we're really really sure is Yoochun is deeply deeply in love with Junsu. Junsu is harder to figure out, I'm afraid. There is still more to tell about these two.

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As a neurologist, Yoochun is always interested to learn how the brain makes people think. What do people think about when they’re laying still? What percentage of the brain is working when the body is immobile? What language do our brains speak? How do we unlock that 90% that we supposedly aren’t using?

Yoochun always asks himself first, so he tries to give himself an answer. For the past several days, he has been spending his free time in an empty MRI room. All alone in the dark chamber, Yoochun lies inside the giant cylinder, only his feet jutting out of the machine. He keeps his elbows close to his flanks, forearms perpendicular to his upper arms as he holds his hands up, relaxing the joints between his phalanges. The machine is switched off, so he doesn’t have any fear of being bombarded by magnetic waves. He takes advantage of the small space and darkness, closing his eyes and breathing slowly to lull his body into semi-slumber, reducing his metabolic rate.

After a while, Yoochun becomes less aware of his legs, since he isn’t using them and they’re pretty useless at the moment. Keeping his eyes shut, he lets his mind wander –to anything. And as arrays of nerves zigzag in his brain, Yoochun doesn’t wait for them to register properly before moving his hands to the rhythm.

By not thinking too much about what he is thinking, he aims to discover that he really is thinking. What he does is he allows the nerve impulses of his motor tracts to short-cut and go straight to his effectors, which are his hands. He has to disregard everything except how his hands move.

It is easier said than done. The brain never sleeps; humans are always conscious of something. For the first twenty minutes, Yoochun’s hands do not move as he struggles to get himself in the correct mindset.

After several deep breaths later, Yoochun lets himself loose and allows himself to be swept away by his own thoughts.

He sees the colour beige first, but the image quickly disappears and is replaced by black emptiness. His hands make a circular shape, fingers spreading out as though he is playing with a magic ball. His nose picks up something fruity. How interesting. He’s pretty sure no one cleans an MRI with scented soup.

Nope. What he smells is the scent of a shampoo. And Yoochun has smelt this scent so often, buried his nose in it, that he can identify it from ten metres away.

His mind is in a different zone now. He is in another place, doing something else. His brain is extracting his memories and channelling signals to his senses, pulling him into a virtual reality.

He hears a groan, isn’t sure from where. He still feels the mattress beneath his body, the pillow under his head, but now he feels pressure on his pelvic area. His hips tingle. His chest suddenly feels tight, making him gasp for air. Yoochun is confused. Where did his mind take him?

But he knows that if he thinks too much, these images and stimuli will vanish. So he goes with the flow, taking in whatever happens.

He is still in the dark, but now he hears faint sounds –like moans and sighs. His hands have gone from circular motion to still again, palms facing each other and keeping a certain distance from each other. Like he is holding something wide in his hands –as wide as a human abdomen.

He hears a voice next, and he smiles subconsciously. Oh, now he knows where he is. Junsu only makes those low, purring sounds when he’s in heat. And right now Yoochun is revisiting their most recent rendezvous, reliving it his mind.

Yoochun feels pressure on his lips and he parts them in reflex. In this memory, he is on his back, and Junsu is riding him, but he has stopped in favour of kissing Yoochun on the mouth.

Yoochun kisses him feverishly back, but before he is satisfied, Junsu pulls back and resumes his movements. Yoochun feels the friction on his erection, gritting his teeth to keep himself from crying his throat out. The world is dark. Pitch black.

Oh, Yoochun recalls with a smirk. On the ride to Junsu’s house a week ago –before this memory--, Yoochun has playfully suggested they tried something kinky. He didn’t mean it, not really –Junsu’s terrified face was enough to fill him with contentment for a week. In the end, their attempt at being ‘kinky’ resulted in Yoochun being blindfolded and Junsu riding him with the power and strength of a tornado.

He gotta hand it to ‘em though; Junsu was good. Even though it was his first time riding and his legs did tremble like mad, but Yoochun only remembers how hot Junsu was. He rode fast, so fast that Yoochun had to hold his flanks to control his speed.

Which explains why his hands are posed like that.

Yoochun’s grip falters. His left hand slithers on Junsu’s skin, dragging itself towards the immunologist’s navel. A sharp intake of breath tells Yoochun that Junsu is aware of what he is doing, but isn’t doing anything to stop him. It makes Yoochun pause, but he eventually continues leaving light touches on the smooth skin below Junsu’s navel. How he wants to kiss that part of Junsu... Yoochun presses his lips together, wetting his lips... so badly.

His fingers descend, passing through the thin grass of hair –he is close, oh so close –and moans when Junsu suddenly pushes himself down onto his length, bringing Yoochun deeper into him.

They both gasp simultaneously. The heat is exciting and excruciating at the same time. Junsu pushes himself up using his knees, moaning as his insides graze all sides of Yoochun.

Yoochun’s fine thread of patience snaps. He likes this, but they are taking too much time. Giving in to his most basic instincts, Yoochun plants his feet of the bed, heels digging into the mattress, and pushes his upper body up until he can grasp Junsu’s sides. Catching the immunologist by surprise, Yoochun swings his body sideways, sending both of them falling ungracefully to the mattress and rolling them over so that Junsu ends up on his back, Yoochun kneeling and stooped over him.

He is still inside Junsu, and the pleasure that courses through him is so strong; his lust eggs him on to just thrust his hips and fuck as hard as possible. But Yoochun is as blind as a bat. He needs an anchor to calculate his bearings, or else he might do something stupid. He frantically gropes around for something to hold, not even bothering to take the blindfold off.

He spreads his fingers out and feels up Junsu’s stomach. Leaning forwards, Yoochun lets Junsu take his hands and guide him forward. Then Yoochun feels fingers gripping the back of his head and then he senses moist lips moving over his. He opens his mouth, eagerly playing tongues with Junsu while still deeply seethed inside the other man. With his eyes obscured, Yoochun’s other senses are heightened, so the heat around his loins is more intense than normal. Even their kisses are more desperate, more passionate and last longer. Junsu has wrapped his legs around Yoochun’s waist and hoisted his hips to make Yoochun’s thrusts easier.

Picturing Junsu inside his mind, Yoochun carefully slips an arm underneath the other man, hugging him loosely as he rocks his hips back, sliding out of the lubed passage before slamming back again. He feels Junsu’s body arcing towards his. Even if he cannot see Junsu for real, he can feel every muscle of his body and hear every sound out of his throat.

“C’mon,” Junsu grunts, gripping Yoochun’s shoulders and pulling him deeper with his legs. “Finish this.”

Yoochun does not protest; his lust is raging inside him and he has had enough of this dark rollercoaster. He rocks his hips, getting them both back into that erotic rhythm. All he feels and touches was Junsu’s skin. He is wrapped in a cocoon of Junsu’s heat and moans. He is so so in love that Yoochun has never wanted someone so badly, so crazily. Even in the middle of sex, Yoochun can’t help wondering if there is anything else he can do to obtain all of Junsu. His body, his emotions, his fears –how long will he take to discover them all? Is he insane to desire all these?

Bright light flash before his eyes, surprising him even though he has his eyes closed. In reflex, he blinks a few times to get rid of the blotches of colour swimming in his vision. Then he keeps his eyelids peeled back and almost choked when he realises that he is still lying on his back. Not that he has ever moved...

Yoochun feels sweat on his nape, his worst fears coming to life when he hears a familiar – and one that has done a fantastic job at turning him on –voice from somewhere outside the MRI machine.

“Hey, stop slacking off,” berates Junsu sternly, but all that does is to cause Yoochun’s blood to rush to his groin. “C’mon out.”

There is a small sound when Junsu presses a button on the control panels. Yoochun shuts his eyes as the surface he is lying on slowly slides out. Once free from the confinements of the big magnet, Yoochun quickly sits up and hides his erection as Junsu emerges from the controls chamber.

The good news is Junsu doesn’t spare him a glance, so he doesn’t notice the way Yoochun was fidgeting and covering his lower half with his white coat. The bad news is he is heading straight for the door, and Yoochun isn’t ready to face the entire hospital staff with a bulge between his legs.

“No!” He leaps towards Junsu and slams his hands on the door, with Junsu caught between his arms. Junsu turns around and glares at him suspiciously. Yoochun is breathing heavily, droplets of sweat perching on his forehead.

“What’s wrong with you?” Junsu demands, but shuts up immediately when Yoochun takes his hand. Yoochun brings Junsu’s hand to his crotch –and the immunogist’s jaw drops to the floor.

“You’re— What— What were you doing in there?” Junsu shrieks, horrified. Yoochun’s cock is hard and hot –he can feel it through the neurologist’s pants.

Yoochun bends forwards, his breaths getting more irregular now that Junsu is touching him. “Thinking about you,” he admits, gingerly nibbling Junsu’s earlobe.

“Hah, you idiot,” Junsu murmurs –shudders when Yoochun drops wet kisses along the side of his neck.

“Hmm... babe, help me, please...” Yoochun rocks his hips so that Junsu’s hand brushes against his growing erection.

Junsu stares at him for a second, thinking the situation over quickly. His eyes dart around briefly before settling back on Yoochun. He nods slightly and Yoochun steps closer and rests his elbows on the door, Junsu’s head between his forearms. Yoochun presses a kiss to Junsu’s lips –expressing gratitude like nothing else –while Junsu’s hands unfasten Yoochun’s belt and unzip his trousers.

Yoochun breaks their kiss and groans when he feels fingers slide into his underwear and caress his hard shaft. He can’t believe that Junsu is actually doing this to him, granting him a favour at one of their ‘taboo’ places: the hospital. As Junsu rolls his thumb around Yoochun’s tip, Yoochun gasps and drops his forehead on Junsu’s shoulder, breathing noisily through his mouth.

Then Junsu drags his fingers along Yoochun’s length, from the tip to the base and back again, taking it very very slowly. Yoochun cranes his neck and presses his lips against Junsu’s ear, hoping that his shallow breaths will make Junsu go faster. Yoochun is desperate for release, face already pink from the torture, and he isn’t above begging.

“Babe, yes, faster,” he drawls huskily, right into Junsu’s ear. “Please... right here...”

But to Yoochun’s dismay, Junsu’s hands suddenly retreat. Yoochun splutters when Junsu holds his shoulders and pushes him away.

What the—?

Junsu looks up with an unreadable expression. “Can you hold it in?”

Yoochun gawks at Junsu incredulously. “What?”

“We need condoms and some lube, which we obviously can’t find here.”

“But you just have to—“ ’get down and suck me off’ is what Yoochun is about to say –and he is glad he doesn’t, because that sounds lewd even to his own ears and he is sure Junsu won’t appreciate such things... but they never get there.

Because Junsu has clapped his hand over Yoochun’s mouth, looking at him very seriously while he says, “I want you inside me.”

Yoochun is surprised no blood spurts out of his nose at that point.

Some time later, Yoochun has Junsu sitting on him again, both of them stark naked and struggling to breathe inside the stuffy storeroom. Junsu rides vigorously, rocking his hips with no mercy and fingernails leaving white marks on the neurologist’s back. Yoochun basks in Junsu’s heat, hands tracing the curves of Junsu’s body and incidentally getting more aroused by his flexibility.

“Next time,” Junsu gasps, not slowing down to hear himself talk, “don’t do this again.”

Yoochun only groans in reply.

“If you ever want to do it,” Junsu continues, “don’t do it yourself. Call me.”

The offer turns out to be the magic words. Yoochun explodes into the condom while still lodged inside Junsu. Junsu comes soon after, releasing a long sigh that makes Yoochun shiver.

Before Junsu moves away, Yoochun grabs the back of his neck and gives him a deep, long kiss.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” says Yoochun, grinning despite his laboured breathing. Looking into Junsu’s eyes and knowing –just knowing –that the other man wants to be intimate with him, Yoochun feels a happiness he cannot describe.

So it isn’t a matter of what Yoochun is thinking. It’s his own brain, he’ll figure it out.

He seeks to understand what goes on in Junsu’s head. That requires more effort, but the process and result will be more rewarding than anything Yoochun can ever do by himself.

//end

A/N: Lol, as I write this, I keep thinking, "Wow, YooSu are getting audacious!" There is a reason of course. But until that part of the mystery is revealed, please leave a comment. Thank you very much for reading and have a nice day!

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Have I?

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 19:13:49 GMT

A/N: OMG Isami wrote something!

Have I?
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yunjae fluff
Take a minute, take a second, just to say what you feel. It makes a difference.
Jaejoong's POV

~*~*~

You have a beautiful jaw, have I ever told you that?

Have I ever told you that I like to touch your face, to slide my finger along the length of your jaw, down to your chin? Then I’d retrace my steps, my hand climbing back up again. When the hard tissue reaches its end somewhere under your ear, I’d brush my fingers through your hair. Just the tips –if I moved close to your scalp, you’d definitely feel me and I’d be disturbing your dream. Who knows –you might be dreaming of me. Why would I want to ruin that?

Have I mentioned that I really like your lips? How they are shaped, how they move when you talk, how they dance over mine when we kiss… I’m crazy about your lips. Whenever I share a bed with you and you’re sleeping with your face towards me, I steal the chance to trace your lips with my finger, very careful not to wake you. As I do that, memories flash in my mind, and I recall all the things your lips have done to me, all the places they have ventured to. And it makes me …well … you know… melt.

You never asked, but I know you’re wondering how I can always wake up before you do. No matter how passionate our love-making is the previous night, you always wake up to find me with my eyes wide open, watching you. It must have bothered you at first. Who’d want to have someone watch them sleep?

But after a while, you began to trust me. You grew to love me enough to let me see all sides of you. Do you know how happy you made me feel, Yunhoyah? I used to trace your face with mine scrunched in concentration, because I don’t want to touch too much lest I’d wake you up, but I can never get enough. But now, I touch you with a wide smile, because I know even if you jerk awake at my prodding, you’d just sigh and go back to sleep. Or pretend to, because now I know you like it when I touch you.

Have I ever complimented your hands? I think they’re really beautiful: long fingers, wide palm and bony knuckles. I won’t lie: when people ask me about my ideal girl, your hands are the first things that come to my mind. The first time it happened, I almost burst out laughing. While you and the others describe the personality and physical appearance of your ideal female companions, I talk about hands. How can that be not funny? How can I stifle my amusement when they’re asking me all these things but I know, confidently and surely, that the only person I want is you?

Have I told you that I love you? Yesterday? Today? What about this morning? Can I tell you tonight too? Is it okay if I tell you every day, whenever we’re alone, whenever I feel that my chest was going to burst if I don’t tell you –right then and there– how much you mean to me? Would you mind if I flood your phone inbox with my love messages? I don’t mind keeping your messages. They always cheer me up when we’re apart, even if all you send is ‘Hwaiting’ or ‘Work hard’. I know how you suck at typing romantic text messages.

Okay, confession time. I always make myself wake up before you do because I want to look at you without you seeing me back. I want to watch and hear you breathe without you finding it creepy. I wake to make sure you’re with me, really with me, without you having to comfort my insecurities. Only that way, I can convince myself that even if I don’t get to tell you how I feel about your jaw, your lips and your hands, the most important thing still gets across.

Yes, Yunhoyah, you have told me that you love me.

I won't forget, but feel free to remind me again.

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A/N: Hello everyone! I know I've been emo-ing lately, but that's partly due to my writer's block. I have several things I should be working on, but I'm not making progress on any of them. xD;; So I'm taking things slow now. I'm also taking a break from the fandom (so if something very very important happens -like the lawsuit or something similarly terrifying- please send me an e-mail or PM!).

About this piece, I felt that I really needed to write something, so I aimed for something short and fluffy. I haven't written in first person in years, so this was like an experiment to see if I still can. It felt weird at first, but I hope the end result is okay. Please leave a comment and tell me what you think! ^___^

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=Bila Rindu=

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 13:18:57 GMT

I miss you love ah
PG
fluff
It's a small world, but you're still too far away when you're not home

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A scrunch. The skin around his eyes wrinkles for a millisecond belying the rest of his body. He was recumbent on the mattress, muscles heavy with fatigue and tissues desiring rest, counting bloodflow by bloodflow, waiting for the door hinges to squeak.

Fans. Crowds. Guards. They were the only things keeping him from skipping into a sprint all the way to the exit. He had been in this airport one hundred and one times, threaded upon its gleaming marbles, but that detail was lost, because all he thought about was getting home.

Rolled over. Now his cheek was pressed to the sheet, arms around and hands clutching the soft pillow, imagining someone in its place. He snuggled up against it, picking up the faith traces of him.

He burst through the front door, sent his shoes flying off his feet with two powerful kicks, tossed his bag somewhere and bolted to the one place he had been thinking about ever since he boarded the airplane. Yoochun didn’t even bat an eyelid when Jaejoong left him and their luggage in favour of ‘trespassing’ Yunho’s bedroom (where the lead singer is always welcomed).

Yunho heard the squeak and couldn’t help but smile, eyes still closed and body still turned away from the door, squashed against the pillow. Barely a second passed. A colossal force plummeted onto his bed and started jumping around.

“I’m home!” Jaejoong declared excitedly, grabbing another pillow and whacking Yunho with it repeatedly, laughing out loud.

Yunho tried to grab Jaejoong’s wrist to stop the assault, but the latter evaded, bounced on top of him and whacked him some more. (“Wake up wake up”, he singsonged).

An unjust pillow fight followed –Jaejoong hitting and laughing and whacking while Yunho (who had risen from his horizontal posture) tackled Jaejoong to the mattress and tickled him silly. He didn’t last long though, because Jaejoong’s laughter made Yunho weak in the limbs and before he knew it, he had a pillow shoved to his face and he was lying on his back with Jaejoong lying prone on top of him.

Eyes gazed deeply into each other – short, loud breaths being the only accompanying sound – before eyelids obscured the orbs and then they were kissing. Breaths mingled into one, hands cupped Yunho’s cheeks as long fingers sunk between Jaejoong’s shoulder blades.

“I missed you,” Yunho gasped before Jaejoong’s lips silenced him again.

“Me too.” Jaejoong muttered. A deep kiss stalled their conversation for a minute. “I watched your drama. You looked so silly, I had tears in my eyes.”

“I heard you sing.” Yunho didn’t elaborate, because his voice was caught in his throat. Yunho coiled his arms around Jaejoong’s body, holding him tight, like tentacles. For a day, for an hour, for a minute; he wasn’t picky. Every second is treasure. “Stay.”

Jaejoong relaxed in the leader’s embrace, whispering, “Gladly.”

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A/N: I miss Yunjae, ok?
I'm sure they miss each other too ♥
*dots over Bigeast epi 130*

A/N2: The title of the post,
"Bila Rindu" is inspired by a
Malay song of the same title.
Roughly translates to
"When I'm Missing You" =D
(Yes, My Malay fails,
thank you very much)

Supposed to be studying, but 'Shelter' is too beautiful ♥

[Fic] Quite Sweet Things - Chapter 6b

Fri, 11 Sep 2009 16:33:24 GMT

A/N: I'm very very sorry for the delay!! I've been so caught up with uni work and other stuff that I haven't got the time to fix this and post! I deeply apologise =( My finals is in two weeks. Please pray that I'll get more writing done. I really want to finish this fic!

Title: Quite Sweet Things
Author: Isami
Length: Chaptered, 6/?, Part B
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Drama
Setting: Jung Yunho MD Universe
Summary: Dr Kim Jaejoong returns home after four years of being away.
Beta: orionsroad

Prologue + Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6a

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“I got a memo, ordering me to clean everything up, including your station,” the technician explained, quivering. “The memo said your study was unauthorized.”

“‘Unauthorized’ my ass!” Changmin yelled to his face. “Where did you throw them?”

“Into the waste disposal jar,” the lab technician spluttered, fearing for his dear life. He screwed his eyes shut in anticipation of a punch or a painful blow. Neither came. He reeled backwards when he was shoved away.

Changmin stomped toward the nearest sink and sunk to his knees to open the cabinet under it, revealing a row of translucent jars of various sizes. He took out the largest one and held it up to the light. Brown liquid sloshed around inside the jar. Floating on the surface of the grimy liquid were chunks of what looked like grey-coloured moss.

Cursing, Changmin slammed the jar onto the floor. His cultures had been contaminated. There was no way to get them back.

Although the jar did not break, the force of the impact had formed a crack down its bottom. Foul-smelling liquid leaked from the crack, tainting the floor. Changmin leaped to his feet. On his way out, he pushed the technician towards the spillage.

“Clean that up,” he ordered coldly, “since you’re so fucking good at it.”

Changmin saw red all the way to the elevator, white coat billowing behind him as bile rose in his throat, making him feel sick.

What made him sicker was the knowledge that someone had purposely targeted him.

~*~*~

“Without me, do you feel lonely?”

Jaejoong could not believe he had said that. Utterly abashed, he hung his head and hoped that his hair covered his face. His hands were on his lap, clutching the bread. He wished he could take it back; he didn’t want to know the answer to that question. He didn’t think he would be able to handle it if Yunho said ‘No’. Just thinking about it made his chest clench and the back of his eyes hurt.

On the other hand, if Yunho said ‘Yes’, Jaejoong would just hate himself more, because in the deepest corner of his heart, that’s what he wanted. He wanted to believe that Yunho was in as much pain as he had been throughout their separation. He wanted to know that he wasn’t the only one with these feelings, so he wouldn’t feel so alone.

But to wish something like that onto someone – the person he loved – didn’t that make him a horrible person?

Then he felt something warm grazing his cheek. When Jaejoong snapped back to his senses, he realised that Yunho’s hand was slowly moving up the side of his head, fingers tenderly brushing through his hair. The physician had further decreased the distance between them, bringing his body so close that he had to clutch Jaejoong’s shoulder for balance. He could feel Yunho’s breath on his face, his mouth, enrapturing him like a spell and giving him goose bumps.

“To say that I’m lonely without you,” Yunho whispered into the small space separating their lips, “would be a terrible understatement.”

~*~*~

After exiting the elevator, Changmin stormed down the corridor like a livid spirit, ignoring the glares nurses threw his way. Without even peering through the pane of glass, he slammed his shoulder against the door to Yunho’s office, shoving it open and burst into the room.

Skidding into a halt, he caught a glimpse of his boss and someone with blonde hair jerking away from each other. Yunho reeled backwards, throwing his hands up while Jaejoong hastily looked over his shoulder, eyes widening at the sight of Changmin.

“Oh great.” The pathologist spat when he realised what he had just interrupted. He yanked fistfuls of his hair, as though attempting to tear the strands out from their roots. “This is just fucking great!”

Jaejoong stood up abruptly, brushing breadcrumbs off his trousers. “Changmin, what’s going on? What’s happened to you?” He gasped, rushing over to inspect the taller doctor’s wound. Behind him, Yunho had regained his aplomb and was eyeing his youngest employee with an unreadable expression.

When Changmin looked directly at Jaejoong, his face was as pale as marble. “My cultures!” he cried out, flailing his arms. “They’re all gone!”

~*~*~

“Who would do this to Changmin on purpose?” Jaejoong paced in front of Yunho’s desk, arms crossed in front of his chest and eyes narrowing in distaste.

Yunho ran his hands through his hair, trying to make sense of Changmin’s story. “It must be someone high up, since they were able to rescind my permission. Did you find out who released the memo?” he asked Changmin, who was sitting on the floor with his back leaning against a wall.

The pathologist shook his head. He had a band-aid over his wound, and was staring bleakly into space. “I didn’t, but I have a feeling I know who is behind this. It might be a long-shot, but I think it’s Soo Man.”

“Soo Man has nothing against you,” Yunho asserted, eyes darkening.

“He might not be against me,” Changmin argued, “but if someone made him release that memo—“

“Okay! Forget about what I said. It doesn’t matter who did this,” Jaejoong said sternly, hands on his hips. “Instead of pointing fingers at people without any proof, we should focus on how to get Changmin’s research back. You’ve only worked on it for a week, right?” he said to the younger doctor. “You can re-do it. Tell your professor about what really happened. I’m sure he’d understand.”

Changmin took a deep breath, his eyes rolling up to the ceiling as he mentally assessed his chances of repeating the experiment with such short notice. After some quick calculations, he sighed heavily. “I’ll try, but I still need a lab. I can’t risk using the hospital’s after what happened.”

“That’s not a problem,” declared Jaejoong, smiling. “You can use my department’s lab.”

Both Yunho and Changmin stared at the oncologist incredulously. Jaejoong sniggered a bit before explaining.

“Your department doesn’t have a lab of your own, but mine does. It’s smaller than the hospital’s main lab, since we only use it to study and store cancerous cells, and probably isn’t as high-tech, but it’s better than nothing. The lab is only accessible to the doctors and staff working in my department, but I can grant you special permission. There is a small room where you can do your work secretly without anyone noticing.”

“How come I never knew about this?” Yunho frowned while Changmin mumbled his agreement.

“Like I said, it’s only for my department.” Jaejoong smirked at Yunho before looking at the pathologist. “Changmin, go find Kibum and wait for me at the lab.”

Nodding vigorously, Changmin hauled himself upright and gave Jaejoong a quick hug before sprinting out the door. Jaejoong made a move to leave too, but he stopped himself just in time and turned around to face Yunho, shooting him a contrite look.

Yunho waved a hand dismissively and motioned at the food on the glass desk. “I’ll finish your bread,” he promised with a wink.

Relieved, Jaejoong beamed at him. Stepping back, he twirled on the balls of his feet and jogged through the doorway, taking the path towards his office.

After waiting for a minute to make sure Jaejoong was far away enough, Yunho went to the glass desk, carefully screwed the cap of the thermos back on and returned the lid to the container. Then he went to his door and checked whether the coast was clear before trudging to the elevators. He managed to slink into an empty box and jabbed the ‘Close’ button before anyone else could enter. His fingers ghosted over one of the top dials before finally, albeit grudgingly, pressing it.

As the box ascended the building, Yunho pondered over what Changmin had told him. He agreed that someone was trying to sabotage Changmin. Although the young doctor would have objected, Yunho felt that it was his responsibility to confront the most likely suspect and demand an explanation.

When the metal doors opened, Yunho stepped out of the elevator and into another dimension.

Unlike the rest of the hospital, the floor Yunho was in looked more like a sophisticated businessman’s office. The carpet was plush red and soft beneath his shoes. The walls had been painted beige with random patterns of dark brown. Instead of nurses, this floor had secretaries. Instead of doctors, there were accountants. Here, there was no such thing as medicine or patients’ welfare; just ways on how to make profit, profit and more profit.

Just being there made Yunho feel like vomiting. With a grimace, he made his way towards a specific office he had in mind, all the while avoiding eye-contact with anyone there. He knew everyone was watching him. His white coat was a stark contrast to everyone else’s dark suits and skirts, after all.

No one stopped him when he barged into Lee Soo Man’s office. It was as though Soo Man was already expecting him.

“Good evening, Dr Jung,” Soo Man greeted affably, clapping his hands twice. “I’m delighted to see you.”

“You released that memo, didn’t you?” Yunho accused. “You just want to make life harder for Changmin.”

“He’s your boy more than he is mine,” the owner of SM Hospital remarked. “I did you a favour, Jung. I never promised that he’d have it easy.”

“You know what pressure he’s under,” Yunho said venomously, eyes narrowing into a glare. “You know why he needs to be here, working with me. You agreed to give him a chance!”

“But the other doctors never agreed to such a thing,” Soo Man pointed out. “And when my employee comes to me with a valid complaint, I have to do something.”

Yunho stared at the older man incredulously. “We had a deal,” he muttered, feeling betrayed.

“I have a hospital to run.” Soo Man stood up from his armchair and buttoned his jacket. “Did you get my letter? About the opening of my new medical centre in Jeju Island.”

“What about it?” Yunho snapped.

Soo Man smiled, unbothered by the physician’s insolence. “You have to give a speech during the celebration dinner tomorrow night. All the points are written here.” He took several papers from his desk and shoved them into Yunho’s arms before pushing the tall doctor towards the exit. “See you tomorrow, Dr Jung. Make sure you wear a nice suit.”

Before Yunho could yell in protest, the door slammed in his face.

~*~*~

While Yunho spent the rest of the day working at the clinic, Jaejoong helped Changmin get accustomed to the new lab. Thankfully, Changmin still had some of the raw materials he needed to repeat the experiment, so he got started right away. Jaejoong offered to stay around longer, just in case Changmin needed an extra pair of hands, but the younger doctor refused, saying that Jaejoong had helped him enough.

“You sure?” he enquired as Changmin took the Petri dishes away from him. “You okay by yourself?”

“I’m fine, hyung,” Changmin insisted stubbornly. “Thank you for everything. You deserve some rest. I’ll be staying here for a while.”

They both exchanged hugs and farewells before Jaejoong finally left. He was not worried about leaving Changmin alone; the man had shown nothing but dedication and professionalism ever since he started working at the hospital. He headed back to his office with a smile, but an uneasily feeling still gnawed at his stomach.

He still did not know why anyone would want to sabotage Changmin. The boy had just started; to think that he had made enemies so quickly would be outrageous. Despite his initial display of rage, Changmin was amazingly resilient, recovering to his normal self as soon as he arrived at the Oncology Lab. Jaejoong had tried asking Changmin, but the latter expertly evaded the questions, focussing instead on his experiments.

Jaejoong had never considered himself a paranoid person, but he felt like everyone was keeping something from him.

Even Yunho.

But then again, Jaejoong hadn’t been completely honest to Yunho either, so maybe he actually deserved feeling this way.

Thinking about it made him depressed. He sighed heavily, shoulders hunched as he dragged himself back to his office.

~*~*~

Starting from scratch was harder than he had thought. After finishing the initial set-up and weighing the samples, Changmin stored his cultures in a safe place from them to grow. He had to leave them alone for some time.

As he waited, Changmin sat at a small desk in the centre of the room and held his head between his hands. He didn’t know what annoyed him more: the fact that he had to repeat his experiments or the knowledge that his presence wasn’t welcomed. Even since he started working at the hospital the week before, Yunho had warned him that it wasn’t going to be easy, adding that the only way for Changmin to pull through was by staying true to himself.

Changmin wondered what had happened to his real self. Stuck in the corner of one of his organs somewhere, probably. Or maybe he just forgot about it.

In front of him were his old charts, useless now. He grabbed one of the papers, scrunched it into a ball and hurled it across the room. The paper flew in an arc and landed by the door, which had been pushed open.

The newcomer bent down and picked up the ball of paper, tossing it in his hand. “Your aim still sucks,” Yoochun commented, sending the ball flying back towards Changmin and hitting his head.

“What are you doing here?” Changmin grumbled, even though he was inwardly surprised to see Yoochun and Junsu at the door.

“Yunho told us about your cultures,” Junsu explained, pushing the neurologist aside so that he could step further into the lab. “We want to help.”

“Not that our presence – as wonderful as we are – can make your algae or whatever grow faster,” Yoochun remarked, scratching his wide forehead, “but we figure we might as well keep you company in this cold, lonely lab.”

“It’s not like there is anything waiting for us at home, anyway,” added the immunologist with a careless shrug.

“Hey,” Yoochun said once he got to Changmin side, close enough to pat the other man’s shoulder. “Feeling any better?”

“Yeah,” Changmin replied, nodding slowly. “Thanks. You two don’t know what happened but you still came here anyway. I really appreciate it.”

“What do you mean?” Junsu frowned. “Is this about your family?”

Changmin shook his head. “It’s about how I got this job,” he muttered, “and about why the other doctors want me gone.”

After the pathologist finished his explanation, he earned equally dumbfounded looks from his friends.

“And only Yunho hyung knew about this?” Yoochun raised an eyebrow dubiously. “He never said a word to us!”

“I never told him to keep it a secret,” claimed the pathologist. “He just chose to keep it to himself, I guess.”

“Does Jaejoong hyung know?” asked Junsu, curious.

“I don’t think so. I expect Yunho hyung will tell him eventually.”

Yoochun tapped his chin with the butt of a black pen, which he had been using to draw new charts for Changmin. “Aren’t they both going to Jeju Island tomorrow?”

“For the launching ceremony of Soo Man’s new medical centre. All Department Heads are going,” said Junsu, recalling the details their boss had shared with them. “We have to take turns being on call, remember?”

“That’s not my point.” Yoochun cast a bored look at the immunologist. “Jaejoong and Yunho, on a beautiful island, with plenty of time to talk and set things straight. Aren’t we forgetting something?”

“Oh,” Junsu exclaimed, widening his eyes. “That.”

Changmin’s eyes brightened and colour returned to his face. “You brainiac,” he hissed, smirking at the neurologist. ”You really know how to distract me from my problems, don’t you?”

Yoochun grinned proudly, lending Changmin his pen as the three of them huddled together to formulate a plot.

~*~*~

When Jaejoong reached his office, he was confused to see light streaming out from under the door. When he left for the lab, it was still bright outside, so he swore he had never switched on the lights. He puffed out his cheeks, annoyed at the thought that someone had entered his office without permission. He was not in the mood for visitors.

Letting out a long breath, Jaejoong twisted the door knob. When he pushed the door ajar, he heard someone spitting out a curse. The sound of a pen fiercely scraping against paper followed. Jaejoong opened the door wider, sidled in and closed the door behind him.

Yunho stopped stabbing his notebook with his pen in favour of looking up at Jaejoong. He greeted the oncologist with a small smile before glancing at his pen, frowning at it. “May I borrow a pen?”

Jaejoong took a black pen from his coat pocket and walked to the couch to give it to Yunho. “What are you doing?” He flopped himself down next to the physician and leaned against his shoulder to peer at his notes.

“Writing up a speech for the celebration dinner tomorrow night. Do you think anyone would care that the medical centre was designed by some French dude?” he asked frivolously, gesturing at the notes Soo Man had given him.

“Jeju Island!” Jaejoong slapped his own forehead. “I’ve been so busy I forgot about the trip! I haven’t even packed.”

“You still have time.” Yunho folded the papers and slipped them into his bag, along with his notebook. “Would you like me to take you home now? If you still have something to take care of, I can wait.”

Jaejoong shook his head. “I’m done. Changmin said he could handle it by himself.”

“I’ve told Yoochun and Junsu to keep him company. Changmin probably told you to leave because he knows you have to catch a flight tomorrow morning.”

“About Changmin...” Jaejoong found himself saying. The issue had been bothering him too much for him to just forget about it. “Do you have any idea why someone would want to sabotage him?”

Yunho blinked for a minute, clearly not expecting the question. He swiftly turned his head and for a second there, Jaejoong thought he saw hesitation in his eyes.

“No.” The physician shook his head, avoiding eye-contact. “I don’t know.”

Jaejoong huffed angrily. “You’re lying,” he retorted, whacking Yunho’s arm hard. “Something has obviously happened to Changmin but I haven’t got a clue! Why can’t you tell me?”

Yunho kept a blank face, but the way his eyebrow twitched exposed his discomfort.

“Do you think I like being ignorant when my friend is having a hard time? Don’t I deserve to know?” Jaejoong muttered, lowering his voice. He slid away from Yunho and sat facing the door too, hands resting weakly on his knees. “You leave me out even when it’s important. Why can’t we share everything like we used to?”

There was a tense, pregnant silence as the meaning of the words sank in. The oncologist bit his lower lip anxiously while Yunho stared ahead in disbelief. This was the first time Jaejoong had mentioned or even implied anything about ‘how they used to be’. Yunho’s heart beat with a fresh supply of hope, giving him the courage to reach out and smoothly slide his long fingers in between Jaejoong’s.

Jaejoong glanced at their joined hands before hesitantly looking up and meeting Yunho’s gaze.

“I’ll tell you,” Yunho murmured. Jaejoong opened his mouth to speak but the physician softly cut him off. “I’ll tell you everything, but not now, not here. Once we land on Jeju Island tomorrow, you can ask me whatever you want and I won’t keep anything from you.”

“Promise?” Jaejoong asked dubiously.

Yunho held up his free hand and crooked his little finger. “Promise.”

Smiling, the oncologist hooked his pinkie with Yunho’s and sealed the deal.

Later that night, Jaejoong was alone in his bedroom, zipping up his bag. Patting his luggage in satisfaction, he sighed in relief, glad that he had managed to pack for a three-day trip in such a short time. After making sure he had laid out the clothes he would need the next morning, he crawled into bed and switched off the bedside lamp. He blinked at the darkness for a minute and then slithered underneath the blanket.

As he lay supine on the bed, blanket up to his chin, he found that he felt uneasy. Even after tossing and rolling around, fluffing and hugging his pillow, he couldn’t sleep. Something was amiss. He mentally went through his check list, making sure he had everything prepared for the trip.

A sudden noise interrupted him. He grabbed his cell phone from the bedside table and pressed a button to make it stop vibrating. The screen lit up, illuminating Jaejoong’s face as he squinted at the new text message.

[Breakfast tomorrow morning before the flight?]

A chuckle burst from between his lips before he could stop it. He rested his head on the pillow and held up the phone as he texted his reply: [Only if you pay]

After the message was sent, Jaejoong sighed and stared at the ceiling, clutching his phone to his chest. His heart leaped when the device vibrated again. Quickly looking at the screen, a grin stretched his mouth as he read the digital text.

[I’ll pick you up at 8]

He was still grinning goofily when another message came in.

[Good night, Joongie]

Jaejoong stared at this message for a long time, reading and re-reading it before finally moving his fingers.

[Good night, Yunho]

He added a smiley face icon before sending the message. After doing so, his mind suddenly felt clearer, his chest lighter and more comfortable. He dropped his phone onto the empty space on the bed beside him and curled into a foetal position under the blanket.

He no longer had any trouble sleeping.

=to be continued=

A/N: I hope you liked that. Sorry about the shortness. I'm stuck at Chapter 7, so please leave a comment so that I can get off my ass and keep on writing! :3 And as I've said again and again, please let me know your opinion about the fic and the romance in general. This is my frist attempting a story like this, so I do take comments into consideration. I’m very interested to know what you think! It'll really mean something.

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[Fic] Quite Sweet Things - Chapter 6a

Mon, 03 Aug 2009 16:17:00 GMT

When was the last time I updated this? In May?? Oh gosh @__o. This chapter ended up being too long, so I had to split it into two parts. Part B will come once the summer holidays are over.

This is for those who might need some update to cheer up. It kills me to see my friends upset. I know with all the cases going on regarding the boys and the lawsuit, a little escape is what we need. I hope you can forget about whatever depressing you at the moment (I myself is not unaffected – I even think it’s bad timing), but for the sake of our souls, please have faith. Everything happens for a reason. We just need time to figure it out.

I know not everyone reads my Author’s Notes, but I have something to say to those affected by the lawsuit news. I am not unaffected; I am upset and worried too. I think it’s a horrible timing, so close to their A-Nations ~~just when I’m about the publish Godsend too askjhfsd! You’ll still buy right? D:~~. I know everyone is terrified of the prospect they’ll disband. I am too. If they disband, I’d be devastated and I’d stop writing. But I believe that everything happens for a reason. Perhaps by disbanding, they’ll get to fulfil their dreams and vision as how they want. Disbanding doesn’t mean their friendship is in jeopardy. They’d still love each other, would continue to support each other’s careers and appear in each other’s lives

If you’re worried about YunJae, well, if they are meant to be, not matter what separates them, they’ll still find each other, just like in this fic. xD. I doubt they are fighting or whatever. Everyone is telling you to ‘keep the faith’, and I’d say the same.

Also, even if they disband, I hope the friends that we make and cherish in this fandom remain for a long time. I’m sure the boys would like that too.

So please, stop being emo and cheer up. Please?

Now onto with the fic!

Title: Quite Sweet Things
Author: Isami
Length: Chaptered, 6/?, Part A
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, Drama
Setting: Jung Yunho MD Universe
Summary: Dr Kim Jaejoong returns home after four years of being away.
Beta: orionsroad

Prologue + Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5

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QUITE/SWEET/THINGS**CHAPTER/6/Part/A

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When Jaejoong woke up in his bed with an aching back and a sore neck that Thursday morning, the first thing he noticed was how bright his bedroom was. Slowly, he pushed himself up and folded his legs into a lotus position, cringing when his spine sent pulses of pain up his neck and into his head. Yawning, he rubbed his face with both hands, grimacing when he smelled his own breath. Yuck, he had forgotten to brush his teeth before going to bed again.

As he scratched the back of his neck, his gaze fell on the papers and brain scans strewn all over the unoccupied spot on the bed next to him.

That was one thing that came with having a big bed all to himself: His work became his sleeping companion.

He carefully unfolded his legs and placed his bare feet on the floor. He went to the bathroom to get rid of the stink in his mouth and to get freshened up for the rest of the day. After taking a hot bath, he slipped on a clean T-shirt and a pair of loose shorts.

He returned to his bed to collect all the papers and scans. As he was doing so, his cell phone blared out a catchy tune. Jaejoong crawled over to the bedside table and grabbed the handheld device.

“You awake?” a voice from the speaker said teasingly. Jaejoong felt something in his stomach curl into a knot, but the weird sensation vanished as quickly as it appeared. He removed the phone from his ear, quickly took note of the time and bit back a curse.

He muttered an apology. He invited the caller to come up and wait while he got ready. The oncologist sighed in relief when he received an ‘okay’ for an answer.

When his caller hung up, Jaejoong’s phone was still pressed to his ear and his eyes widened.

“Holy—!“ Jaejoong almost choked on his own saliva in panic. He practically ran around the apartment getting dressed, clearing up the mess (which was not very severe, thankfully) and fixing his hair.

He was panting by the time the doorbell rang, but when he walked towards the door, he felt energised. He was even able to flash his best smile when he opened the door and greeted his guest.

Yunho smiled back, his breaths a little shallow because he had sprinted all the way from his car to the elevator and from the elevator to Jaejoong’s front door. Jaejoong laughed after hearing Yunho relate this, briefly wondering who was happier to see whom.

~*~*~

They parted ways in front of the oncologist’s office. It was lucky for them that the only bystander who saw the silly grins on their faces was Sooyoung, who had such a major crush on Dr Jung that she failed to – or perhaps pretended not to – notice the great reluctance with which the two doctors separated. She also missed the way their gazes lingered on each other until Jaejoong’s door pivoted closed. She hiccupped when Yunho (who still had a rare, big grin plastered on his face) caught her staring and bowed his head at her.

He brought his index finger to his lips and winked, as though begging her to keep a secret. Sooyoung was not sure what ‘secret’ the physician had in mind and her belly was filled with butterflies (because for the love of God – Dr Jung had winked at her), but she sputtered and nodded vigorously anyway.

As Yunho walked away, practically skipping on the balls of his feet, Sooyoung found herself delighted to see the usually grim and intimidating doctor so happy.

Junsu and Changmin were in the discussion room, both sitting around the large metal table, each minding their own business. Changmin was drawing a chart, marking certain spots on the graph with coloured pens. Junsu was reading an entertainment magazine, eyes squinting at the minute print as he balanced his chair on its two hind legs.

When Yunho entered, Junsu lost his balance and promptly crashed to the floor with his chair.

A finger pointed at Yunho rudely, like a prosecutor indicting the villain of an outrageous crime. “You’re... You’re smiling!” Junsu cried incredulously, his other hand pressed over his heart dramatically. “So early in the morning!”

“Did you finally get some last night?” Changmin joked, tilting his head at his boss. “Good morning, hyung.”

“Good morning,” Yunho replied flatly. A scowl weaved its way across his lips and Junsu heaved a great sigh at the familiar sight. The physician dropped his bag onto a small, oval glass table, which had been placed next to his lazy chair. “Where’s Yoochun?”

Junsu clambered to his feet and returned the chair to its rightful position by the table. “Not here yet.”

It had only been a week since Changmin had started. A week had also passed since Heechul and Yehsung got admitted to the hospital after they both had passed out after an award ceremony. While the journalist had left the hospital with bottles of pills in his bag, Heechul had not. Various tests still had to be done to make sure the tumour had been fully removed and also to determine the kind of medications the artist would need for his therapy.

Yunho knew all this from Jaejoong. The oncologist had promised that he would give him updates on Heechul because he knew Yunho cared deeply for his ex-roommate and friend.

Changmin let out a triumphant cry as he gazed proudly at his finished masterpiece, capping the red pen he had used to mark the apexes of a graph. Junsu eyed the young man suspiciously and demanded to know what the chart was for.

Yunho knew that the chart had something to do with the research the young doctor was conducting for his Masters degree. Changmin had signed up for a course at a nearby university last Friday and registered for weekend classes. He had informed Yunho of this matter two days ago, when he thrust a piece of paper under the physician’s nose and asked him to sign the permission slip so that the pathologist could use the hospital’s lab for his research.

“I have half an hour before the clinic opens,” Yunho declared after glancing at his wristwatch.

Junsu had given up trying to understand Changmin’s lecture on the growth of some kind of algae (or whatever) and headed to Yunho’s office. “There are several papers that you need to sign,” the immunologist said pointedly, showing him the aforementioned paperwork on his desk.

‘Several’ was Junsu’s version of a bad joke. Yunho did not realise that he had about a foot high pile worth of incomplete paperwork. What the heck, it had only been six months! Yunho was never much for these things; he would have already gotten in trouble many times if it wasn’t for Junsu keeping track of his documents.

“I’m going to the lab,” Changmin announced, picking up his things and bouncing out the door for the laboratory.

“You can’t finish these in half an hour,” Junsu pointed out, patting the pile of papers. “Since when do you go to the clinic so early? You usually go three hours before it closes... or not at all.”

Yunho was offended. “You’re implying that I’m lazy.”

“You hate working at the clinic,” Junsu countered. “But since Monday, you have been working there diligently. Did Jaejoong hyung say something to you?”

‘What does Jaejoong have to do with this?’ “No,” he replied curtly and truthfully.

“You’re being weird,” the immunologist accused. “There must be something.”

If there was something, Yunho wasn’t telling. Junsu scoffed but dutifully began pointing out where Yunho needed to sign. While they were bending over the papers, Yoochun sauntered in, singing ‘Boom De Ya Da’ and proclaiming how awesome the world was.

Junsu inwardly asked his Lord why everyone was acting weird this morning.

~*~*~

Even though working at the clinic was a salvation from the mountain of paperwork he had in his office, Yunho had a reason to dislike working there. It was always crowded, noisy and in a perpetual state of chaos. Plus, most of the patients were annoying, demanding or just simply stupid. There were occasional timid and cute children coming with bruises on their knees or chicken pox. The children liked to ask him weird questions (“If we eat poo, will we die?”), but Yunho did not mind humouring their curious, young minds. It was their parents that rankled Yunho to no end by babbling nonstop and disturbing his work.

After three hours at the clinic, Yunho got a half an hour break. Gladly leaving the crowded place, he took the elevator up to the seventh floor. Then he stepped out and ambled along a familiar corridor. He stopped in front of a room and peered through the transparent glass door.

Inside the room, a doctor with blonde hair was talking amiably with a patient, a wide smile adorning his lips. He gave the patient a cup of water and another small cup which contained a few pills. After a few more words, Jaejoong picked up a blue file from the bed, waved at his patient with it and walked briskly towards the door.

Jaejoong was surprised to find Yunho standing outside. “Why didn’t you come in?” he asked, stepping into the hallway but leaving the door open for the physician.

“I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“We were just talking.” The oncologist said. He glanced back into the room at his patient, who was eyeing his medication suspiciously. Jaejoong straightened and smiled up at Yunho. “Make sure he takes his pills.”

Yunho couldn’t help but smile back. “I will. Thanks,” he murmured, gently patting Jaejoong’s arm. His touch lingered for a moment before the physician turned and entered the room.

~*~*~

Jaejoong stayed by the door for a while, holding Heechul’s file by his side. Tentatively, he strained his neck to peek inside the room. Yunho had taken the seat next to his ex-roommate, wasting no time in taking the artist’s pale hand in his slim and slightly larger ones. Heechul immediately chucked the pills down his throat and put the cup away so that he could place his free hand on Yunho’s too. They instantly fell into a private conversation, mouths moving too quickly for Jaejoong to identify what they were saying.

For some reason, seeing this wrenched Jaejoong’s heart, so he tore his gaze away and trudged towards his office. On the way, he caught sight of Changmin. The young doctor had his face buried in a red file, not looking where he was going. Just when Jaejoong thought he was going to slam face-first into a pillar, Changmin expertly side-stepped and resumed walking.

Chuckling, Jaejoong jogged over to Changmin and grabbed his shoulder to get his attention. “Hey, what are you up to?” he asked cheerfully, hugging Heechul’s file to his chest.

“I just got back from the lab,” Changmin replied, showing Jaejoong the graphs he had been studying. “The cultures that I’ve been growing in the lab are mature enough. I plan to show them to my professor this weekend.”

“You’re studying the rate of growth of the Claymidoacoccus sp. algae?” Jaejoong said, flipping the charts Changmin had neatly drawn. “This kind of algae prefers symbiosis. You have to prevent them from reacting with anything else in order for you to study it.”

Changmin nodded. “That’s why I need a proper lab to do the tests. I couldn’t conduct the experiments in my kitchen with a chemistry set, could I?”

“This research is really important to you, huh?” Jaejoong said, returning Changmin’s file.

“It is. This is the only way I can keep my life back on track again.”

Jaejoong raised an eyebrow. “Back on track?”

Changmin’s eyes widened for a second before he slammed his mouth shut and hastily changed the topic. “It’s lunch time soon, isn’t it? Can I eat in your office?”

“Sure,” the oncologist replied. “Get Yoochun, Junsu and Yunho to come along too.”

“I’ll leave a message for them in the discussion room.”

With a wave, Changmin jogged away before falling into a sprint, leaving behind a confused Jaejoong, alone in the corridor.

~*~*~

“You look like shit.”

Yunho burst out laughing at the comment. “I can’t compete with a superstar, can I? I’m not the one adorning the wall of teenage girls’ bedrooms with my posters.”

Heechul stuck out a tongue at the doctor. With his vision restored, he could see Yunho clearly now. His eyes were more focussed and he no longer had a blank stare. He still had headaches once in a while, but for someone who had almost become blind, it was not a big complaint. Even someone like Heechul knew when to appreciate his blessings. “I’m not the one saving people’s lives.”

“Who knows? Maybe you do,” Yunho said. “How are you feeling?”

Heechul rolled his eyes. “You asked me the same thing yesterday. I’m fine!” he cried out, shaking their linked hands for the sake of it. “Your boyfriend said he is almost done with the tests. I can go home tomorrow. He also said something about hormone replacement?”

“The anterior pituitary function test,” said the physician, nodding. “The treatment usually involves taking steroids to replace ACTH and thyroxine hormone due to low TSH. Low levels of growth hormone, FSH and LH are not life-threatening, so there is no need to replace them.”

The raven-haired artist shot Yunho a deadpan look. “I hate it when you do that.”

“Do what?” Yunho smirked, pretending to be ignorant.

“The doctor thing.” Heechul grimaced unpleasantly. “I swear, your boyfriend doesn’t make it sound so confusing. Speaking of which, how come you always turn up when he’s checking on me? If I didn’t know you better, I would have thought that you memorised his schedule and only drop by when he’s around. I feel used,” he declared, sighing dramatically.

“Why do you still call Jaejoong my boyfriend?” Yunho frowned. “We broke up.”

“Is that his name? Sorry, I can’t seem to think of him as anything other than your boyfriend.”

“He’s your doctor,” Yunho pointed out placidly.

“Your. Boy. Friend.” Heechul sniggered at Yunho’s hurt expression. “Boy, you’re testy. He doesn’t mind when I refer to you as his boyfriend.”

Yunho blinked, taken aback. “He doesn’t?”

“Not when we’re alone,” Heechul clarified, grinning. “Let me guess. Despite what I told you about moving on with your life, you never got over him, did you?”

Yunho grinned back. “No, I never did. Sorry.”

Heechul shook his head dismissively. “No problem. I should have guessed anyway. I remember how crazily in love the two of you were; it almost made me sick to the point of throwing up.” He made a mock retching sound in the back of his throat. “You were a horrible wreck when he left. I know I only added insult to the injury, but if I hadn’t intervened—“

“I would have gotten a lot of worse,” Yunho finished the sentence. “I understand that. Thanks.”

Heechul beamed at his friend proudly. “So what are you going to do now? And don’t give me any half-assed answers like ‘I don’t know’. I’ll hit you and I swear I won’t miss this time!” He raised a hand up into the air, palm flat and poised.

“I want him back,” Yunho admitted, almost biting on his own tongue when he said it, “but it’s really tricky. This past week, we’ve been hanging out a lot and I know he enjoys my company, but whenever I get too close or intimate, he immediately shies away. He avoids talking about our past relationship and our breakup. It’s like he’s scared of something.”

“Hmm, you have to figure out why he’s feeling that way.” Heechul patted Yunho’s hand. “I know he likes you, but there’s something holding him back. Cure that, and you’re good to go.”

Yunho chuckled dryly. “You think I can?”

Heechul pulled at their linked hands, prompting Yunho to leave his seat and sit on Heechul’s bed. Yunho held him close as the artist carefully wound his arms around his shoulders, tilting his head up to peck Yunho on the cheek.

“A good luck charm from a superstar: you’ll never go wrong,” he quipped smugly. “You’ll sweep him off his feet in no time!”

Snickering, Yunho hugged him tightly, fervently hoping that luck was on his side and that Heechul was right. He doubted he could spend another day with a piece of his heart missing and a hollow chest. Four years had been long enough.

~*~*~

When Junsu and Yoochun filed into Jaejoong’s office at lunch time, Changmin was already there, enthusiastically shovelling rice, chicken and steamed vegetables into his mouth. The pathologist was sitting on a couch, drooping over his lunch as the oncologist smiled and went to the door to welcome his other two friends.

“Woah, hyung! You got yourself a new couch?” Yoochun exclaimed, skipping over to the aforementioned furniture. He dropped himself next to Changmin and bounced on the cushion a few times as though to test the softness.

“You bought an armchair too,” noted Junsu with interest, poking the armchair experimentally before sitting on it. “You know, I think we need at least one of these in our office.”

Changmin shrugged. “Better try your luck while Yunho hyung is still in a good mood.”

As his guests laughed together, Jaejoong peered out the door, eyes scanning the corridors. When he saw no one, his face fell and he sighed heavily. After closing the door, he dragged himself back to his desk, where he had placed his lunch box.

Sensing the sudden change in Jaejoong’s mood, the trio stopped what they were doing and glanced at each other.

“Did you just come from the discussion room?” Changmin asked, speaking loudly so that his two colleagues and Jaejoong could hear him. “Where’s Yunho hyung?”

“Yes, we did. Yunho just got back when we were leaving,” Junsu replied, making sure his voice was loud and clear as well. “We asked him to join us, but he said he was too tired. The clinic must have been very hectic this morning.”

“He said he was sorry,” Yoochun added, relieved when Jaejoong’s depressing aura dissipated.

“Is he in his office now?” asked Jaejoong, straightening in his seat and posing the question as though Yunho’s whereabouts was a matter of great urgency. “Has he eaten lunch yet?”

Junsu nodded. “He was there when Yoochun and I left. I’m not sure about lunch though. He often skips it.”

Jaejoong’s eyes widened in horror for a second before he quickly regained his composure and dropped his gaze onto his lunch box, picking up a spoon and stabbing his rice with it. When the oncologist did not say anything else, the youngest three doctors exhaled slowly and silently resumed their meal, not without glancing at Jaejoong every few minutes. They tried having small conversations, just to break the silence, but nothing they talked about roused any interest in Jaejoong, who merely sat behind his desk and ate quietly.

Though quiet, Jaejoong must have eaten really fast, because he finished before Changmin. After putting his lunch box away, the oncologist bent down and retrieved a canvas bag from under his desk. Standing up, he placed the canvas bag on his desk and checked the contents briefly. Satisfied, he swung the bag onto his shoulder and headed to the door with long, quick strides.

“I have something to take care of,” he announced to his three guests. “Make sure you clean up before you go.”

Yoochun blinked at the door after Jaejoong had left, stupefied. “He never leaves before we do,” he pondered aloud, taking a bite of the slice of papaya he had brought along. He, Junsu and Changmin had been spending their lunchtime at Jaejoong’s office for the past few days, but this was the first time Jaejoong left them alone.

“I did the right thing by telling him Yunho always skips lunch,” Junsu said haughtily, sticking his nose into the air. “See? Now he’s running over to him with food.”

“There was food in the canvas bag?” Changmin groaned, shoulders hunched as he gazed sorrowfully at his empty Tupperware. He stole a glance at Junsu’s lunch box, but the immunologist managed to yank his meal out of the youngest doctor’s reach, not without throwing a scowl at him. Sighing dejectedly, Changmin started packing up. “I have to go to the lab now. Bye!”

Ignoring his colleagues’ protests, the pathologist bounded out of the office, leaving Junsu and Yoochun to clean up after him.

~*~*~

“You’ll sweep him off his feet in no time!”

“If only it was that easy,” Yunho mumbled to himself, sitting on his lazy chair. After peeling off his shoes, he leaned back against the low backrest, folding his arms behind his head, using them as a cushion. He stared at the ceiling, crossing his ankles and listened to his own breathing. “I don’t even know how to approach him,” he muttered. Even though he spoke softly, his own voice still sounded loud in his ears, almost making him cringe. It made him uncomfortable, knowing that he was lost and unsure about how to find a solution.

He was glad to have a moment alone though. He usually spent his lunch hours taking a nap. He knew it wasn’t good for his digestive system, but he was already used to skipping lunch. It was only on rare occasions he felt bored of being alone and needed to be around people; on those days, he’d take the time to go down to the cafeteria and buy anything that attracted his attention. The time he first met Yehsung was a good example of one of those rare occasions.

Yunho closed his eyes and tried to relax himself. Just when he thought he was falling into a slumber, the sound of the door squeaking on its hinges made him jump. He jolted up and snapped his gaze to the door.

When he saw Jaejoong, blonde hair framing his face and light illuminating the edges of his white coat, Yunho almost believed he was dreaming.

~*~*~

Changmin stopped whistling to himself when the elevator doors parted before him, allowing entry to the laboratories. Stepping out of the box, he tugged on the collar of his coat, quickly adjusting himself to the low temperature of the place. He trudged along the walkway, making his way towards his station, where he had been conducting his experiments for the past week. He had promised to share his progress with his professor that weekend, so he couldn’t wait to continue studying his cultures.

When he arrived at his destination, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. Even after rubbing his eyes, the sight did not change. There was a sick tightening in his chest when he realised what he was seeing was indeed real.

His station had been cleared, completely spotless. His text tubes were empty and stored inside a metal container at the corner of the table. His Petri dishes had been washed and stacked on top of each other, their edges still damp and dripping with water.

His cultures. His experiments. His charts. His graphs. His stains. All his hard work.

Gone.

The next thing he did was pure instinct. He screamed.

~*~*~

“I brought you lunch.” Jaejoong awkwardly patted the canvas bag, scurrying to Yunho’s side and sitting on the glass table. Without looking at the physician, he put the bag on the floor and took out a red thermos, which he placed on the surface beside his thigh.

“You don’t really have to...” Yunho trailed off, deciding not to elaborate further. Having Jaejoong around was not bad. Not bad at all.

If Jaejoong heard Yunho, he ignored him. He took out a plastic container from the bag and balanced it on his lap as he peeled off the lid. An aromatic fragrance wafted from the container and entered Yunho’s nose. Although the smell was sweet, it was strong and Yunho was caught unprepared. The physician scrunched his face and turned away quickly to sneeze.

When he turned back to look at Jaejoong, hand over his nose and mouth, he almost choked at seeing Jaejoong’s sad expression.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out before the oncologist could jump into any conclusions. “I was just surprised. That smells very nice. What is it?”

To Yunho’s immense relief, Jaejoong’s eyes brightened and his lips peeled back to form a grin. Putting the lid away, he looked down into the container. Inside it, there was something wrapped in tin foil, which he dextrously unwrapped. “This is just some garlic bread I prepared at home. And some chicken soup,” he added, unscrewing the cap of the thermos. He carefully poured the soup into the cap, which was shaped like a cup. “I used to eat this often when I was in Edinburgh.”

“You brought these for me?” Yunho was unable to hide the excitement in his voice.

Jaejoong chuckled and dropped his gaze, a blush tinting his pale cheeks pink. “You better eat them. It’s not good to skip lunch.”

Yunho’s empty stomach did happy flips.

~*~*~

Changmin moved frantically, banging into random furniture and equipment as he searched for his cultures. Cabinets were flung open and slammed shut. Dustbins were overturned. The fear boiling his chest dulled his other senses. A sharp edge of an overhead cabinet grazed his temple while he was looking through the desks. He barely registered the pain, and he didn’t notice he was injured until he felt something trickling down his cheek and saw a drop of blood on the countertop.

Cursing, he pressed his palm to the wound, eyes darting around the lab for any clue on what fate had befallen his cultures.

The noise attracted the attention of a nearby lab technician, who put down his cleaning equipment and carefully approached Changmin. He had seen the tall doctor around the laboratory several times, and he seemed to behave nicely to the other technicians, but this particular technician had never spoken to Changmin before.

“Excuse me? What are you looking for?” the technician asked politely, making the doctor spin on his spot and stare at him as though he was surprised to see another person around.

“What happened to my cultures?” Changmin demanded, one hand grabbing the technician’s shoulder while the other pointed at his empty station. “They were right there this morning!”

When the technician looked in the direction Changmin was pointing, he felt an unpleasant tightening in his chest. His ribcage felt like it had shrunk as he foolishly stammered, “Those... those were yours?”

“What?” Changmin yelled, shaking the poor guy vigorously. “What did you do to them?”

“I... I threw them away,” was the shaky answer.

~*~*~

“I was confused when Junsu said you like to skip lunch,” Jaejoong said, tearing a small chunk of bread and dipping it into the soup. “Didn’t I see you at the cafeteria last week?”

Again, Jaejoong cleverly avoided mentioning that it had been at the same time Yunho suggested they get back together. Yunho decided not to damage this delicate balance. He didn’t want Jaejoong to run away from him again, so he shrugged and replied flippantly, “Sometimes I like to take walks.”

Jaejoong didn’t say anything, so Yunho assumed he accepted the answer. When the oncologist proffered the bread to Yunho, the latter did not take it. Instead, he leaned forward and opened his mouth expectantly.

It made the blonde giggle. “You’re too old to be fed.”

Yunho defiantly shook his head, pouting adorably. Giving in with a snigger, Jaejoong carefully leaned forward too. He jumped a little when Yunho grasped his hand and guided the bread to his mouth. As the physician chewed, Jaejoong closely watched his reaction.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” He smiled when Yunho nodded enthusiastically. “Here, have some more.” Tearing off another piece, Jaejoong slid closer to the edge of the glass table, bringing himself closer to Yunho so that he could feed him more easily.

Jaejoong’s tender actions were making butterflies swarm in Yunho’s tummy. The physician tried to quell the funny sensations by adjusting his sitting posture into a more comfortable one, incidentally bringing their heads nearer to one another. “How did I survive without you?” he muttered after swallowing the second piece of bread.

Unknown to Yunho, Jaejoong wondered the same thing. “Without me...”

The physician raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

“Without me,” Jaejoong said more loudly, facing Yunho but still avoiding eye-contact, “do you feel...”

The way Jaejoong dragged the words out triggered something in Yunho’s brain. Yunho bowed his head and tried to catch Jaejoong’s eyes. “Do I feel...?” he prompted gently.

As soon as their eyes met, Jaejoong parted his lips and croaked, “Lonely?”

=to be continued=

A/N: Oops, bad cliffhanger xD I hope you liked the update. Please leave a comment on the fic. ♥ Please let me know your opinion about the fic and the progress of the relationship. Like I’ve said, this is my first time writing romantic drama, so I do take comments into consideration when I write the future chapters. I’m very interested to know what you think!

Please don’t talk about the depressing news, because my aim was to distract you. So if you still talk about it in your comment, that means I have failed ^^;;

Have a nice day!! ♥

P/s: Godsend readers, please check out this post if you haven't.

I hope I'm not only one with QST Withdrawals Syndrome :/

Edit: THE Claymidoacoccus sp BACTERIA THINGIE DOESN'T EXIST! I just made that up because I want Changmin to research something 8D

-lovers-

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 18:12:00 GMT

The laughter of children served as the background music to a lovely day at the park. Sunlight filtered through the trees, creating ghostly shadows on the grass beneath. I leaned against the bench, enjoying the smell of fresh morning air. As a cool breeze blew past us, I watched how your hair followed the direction of the wind. You held a small book in one hand and traced the words with one pretty finger. No words were spoken. You looked at me and smiled, and that was conversation.

Only if you guys want...

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 15:02:23 GMT

Hey hey, I've been thinking about this, so I think it's good that I ask the opinions of the people in my f-list before I do anything.

Well, I found a company who can print Godsend. It'll be paperback and 320 pages thick. It won't be too fancy, because I made this just as a project for myself and my readers. Of course I'm going to sell the books, so I'll only proceed with this project if I know there are people who are going to buy them.

After calculating the cost and shipment and stuff, I find that price of each book is about 20 usd, including shipping (though it might increase a little bit if the shipping is expensive D:)

So... I'm wondering whether anyone would be willing to buy them if I do print them? If it's any encouragement, there will only be 30 copies. I don't think I'll reprint if I indeed do this. So isn't being one of the 30 people on Earth to own a Godsend book worth it? xD

I'll only do this if my readers want me to. So, dear friends and readers, who would like to see/own a hard-copy of Godsend?

And this is a now-or-never thing, because I won't have the time (or the desire) to do this in the future.

Price will be finalised once I know the shipment cost (so if you plan on buying, it'd help if you tell me where you stay ^^)

It's About Time and Hit Count

Thu, 23 Jul 2009 08:50:23 GMT

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[fic] My Heaven

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 18:05:25 GMT

A/N: I don't know why even during my hiatus, people still visit my journal and leave comments. I don't know what to say, aside from, "Thank you for dropping by! I hope you enjoy your time here!"

And now, after months of hibernating:

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=My Heaven=

When Yunho first moved in with Jaejoong, he still made mistakes of taking the route that led to his own home rather than his new one. It was quite ridiculous, because he had barely considered that small studio apartment down the block from the hospital his home –it was just a place where he stashed his stuff and spent his nights when he wasn’t sleeping in the hospital. It must be a habit, a routine that was hard to purge from his system. Jaejoong had frowned at this, excused himself from the dining table and went to the study room to make a phone call.

A week later, Yunho learned just how much Jaejoong wanted to get rid of his old apartment, because he wanted him all to himself.

It isn’t a bad thing, Yunho inwardly mused as he trudged over the threshold of Jaejoong’s front door. He failed to recall the last time he had seen shoes being neatly arranged on a shoe rack back in his old home. He didn’t remember his old apartment feeling this spacious, comfortable and homey.

He wondered whether it was normal to have sentimental thoughts so late at night.

Yunho walked in the darkness of the living room and went straight to the bedroom. On the way, his throat somehow became dry and his chest felt tight. The bag he held in his hand suddenly felt five times heavier and he flung it to the nearest couch before using both hands to slooowly twist the doorknob.

Yunho had to squint to see the recumbent figure on the bed. Jaejoong had the blanket up to his chin, turned towards the door, so Yunho could see his closed eyes and slightly parted lips. His hair was a messy blob of blonde locks on his head. That’s what happened to it whenever Jaejoong went to bed right after a shower –he’d be too lazy to dry his hair.

Yunho quietly made his way to the foot of the bed and sat on the edge, careful not to wake Jaejoong up. Tossing his tie away, Yunho took a deep breath. Being home dissipated the heavy feeling in his chest, helped make the lethargy his muscles suffered a little bit more bearable. He fingered the buttons of his shirt, silently weighing his options. He could head to the showers and clean up –or straightaway slump next to Jaejoong and get some sleep.

The latter sounded more pleasing. His mind was tired, his brain yearning for some rest, so much that he failed to notice any movement and gasped when a pair of arms wrapped around his torso.

“Jaejoong,” Yunho chuckled. “You frightened me.”

“Sorry,” Jaejoong slurred, voice still laced with sleep. With impressive speed, he undid Yunho’s buttons and slipped the garment off Yunho’s shoulders. Yunho removed his singlet too, and soon he felt Jaejoong’s hands sliding on his biceps, gently massaging.

Jaejoong rested his chin on his lover’s shoulder. “Welcome home.”

Yunho felt a kiss being pressed to his neck, and couldn’t help grinning like a love-struck fool. He wondered how he could ever have lived without this kind of attention, without this kind of lovely greeting to go home to –albeit briefly, because Jaejoong distracted him with a kiss to the base of his ear and a question: “How was work today?”

“I got a patient with a spinal injury. He thought it was great to dive down a cliff and slam his head against the rocks.”

“Want to tell me about it?”

Yunho thought about a young man paralysed with a bandage wrapped around his head and appendages and a plaster collar around his neck and decide that ‘No, I don’t want to think about it.’ “Maybe tomorrow,” he muttered, turning his upper body and climbing onto the bed.

Jaejoong was squinting. He had dark rings under his eyes, and Yunho knew he didn’t look any better. Nonetheless, when he brought his face to Jaejoong’s and grazed his pale cheek with his own dry lips, Yunho felt calm. He withdrew for a second and looked at Jaejoong, who smiled at him. Yunho smiled back and kissed the corner of Jaejoong’s eye, earning himself a soft snigger.

Showering was out of the question. There was no way he was going to leave the bed now.

Yunho had waited the entire day for this –the moment when he could wrap his arms around Jaejoong and have the same done to him as he rested, the time when he could feel Jaejoong’s heartbeats and convince himself that he wasn’t alone. Even after Jaejoong had returned to sleep, Yunho lay awake a little longer to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

Welcome home. Yunho had found his home — inside another.

=end=

A/N: Sorry about that. I needed to write pointless MD fluff, just to prove to myself that my writing is getting rusty. D:

Please look forward to the Reviewing Contest. ♥

What happened to everyone? Is now the vacation period for a certain part of the world or something?

Have a nice day, everyone~!

MD QUIZ! =D

Tue, 07 Jul 2009 08:35:28 GMT

Hello hello! Sorry for popping up so suddenly - and I'm supposed to be on hiatus. Just catching up. I have a test tomorrow and the day after, so I really should be studying now! My mid-semester exams start next week!! D:

Anyway, in my stress and boredom and sick-of-studying moods, I created an MD quiz, just as how I had promised some time ago. This is made purely for fun, for anyone who might find it interesting (or challenging) ^^. I used the same site razra_eizel used for her comm's anniversary celebration. She said I could make a quiz and I did!

You can try it out HERE!. Please put your LJ name so that I'd know who you are. ^_______^

The password is isami.

Now now, I know some of you are thinking about prizes. "What does this got to do with me?" kinda thing, yes? Well, the answer is, I don't know! xDDD I can't predict the future, so I don't want to promise anything. I'm just doing this for fun.

OK, Isami is so much fail. I'll go die now.

Look But Don't Touch - Special Edition

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 13:07:45 GMT

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Title: Look But Don't Touch
Author: Isami
Rating: NC-17
Length: Long oneshot, separated into 3 parts
Pairing: YunJae, (side) YooSu
Summary: It took only 10 minutes. Only 10 minutes for Yunho to fall for Seventh's new stripper.

=Part 1=
=Part 2=
=Part 3=

Illustrations Page <--- Please read the fic first!

A/N: I'm still on hiatus, but I promised I'd post my winning entry. Here it is. ^^

[Fic] Look But Don't Touch - Pt. 1

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 19:29:16 GMT

First place winner of dongbangkinki’s Dong Bang Me Now contest. Thank you to all voters. ♥

Title: Look, But Don't Touch
Author: Isami
Rating: NC-17
Length: Long oneshot, separated into 3 parts
Pairing: YunJae, (side) YooSu
Theme/Kink (required for the contest): Office Sex, voyeurism, rimming
Summary: It took only 10 minutes. Only 10 minutes for Yunho to fall for Seventh's new stripper.

Super long Author’s Notes: I didn’t get to say anything the first time this fic got posted because it was a contest with anonymous authors and all that jazz. But since the contest is already over, the results have already been announced and I’m reposting this on my own journal, I have a lot of things to say! =D

When I first saw the post about this contest, I didn't feel like joining. It was only several days later and 2 weeks before the deadline that I thought of a story and decided to give it a try. I wrote the first half within 3 days... then I got discouraged because I couldn't figure out how to end it. I put it aside for a couple of days. 4 days before the deadline, I complained my dilemma to orionsroad, who later helped me figure out how to continue my contest entry. For the next couple of days, I rushed to finish the fic. That was the only thing in my mind: finishing it before the deadline. That's why the ending might seem a little abrupt and different from my usual style. Even while I was editting, I couldn't think of a way to fix it, so I left it like that.

I didn't expect to win, since the other entries were far kinkier than mine. Even though mine was the longest, it was also the tamest. I was just happy to receive comments, because it showed that my entry was actually being read. xD Thank you SO much to those who left comments. Even though I couldn't reply to them, they really made me happy! I was so nervous and feeling inferior, so good comments calmed me down. When I saw the results of the poll, I almost passed out. I never predicted such great lead! X___x After 2 weeks of freaking-out, the results were officialised. And by a miracle, my entry won first place, with 40.0% of the total votes.

Woah. There is a part of me that thinks I don't deserve to win (since mine is the least kinky), but I'm very glad readers liked it enough to vote for it. Of course, I owe it all to the VOTERS!!

I am unable to repay every single one of you, but I tried to make something special for you. This is 'Look But Don't Touch - Special Edition'. xD Why is this edition special? Because we have illustrations! Not one, not two, but TEN coloured illustrations, courtesy of shigai. ♥

It has also come to my attention that lately, there are so many stripper!fics flying about the fandom. I have no comment regarding this. I just know that I wrote this when I was in my 'writing period'. My writing period is when I write a lot but read minimally. I cannot read other people's works and write my own at the same time. My brain cannot cope like that. So I can assure you that this fic has not been influenced by any other fic. Nor do I think the appearance of stripper!fics all over the fandom has anything to do with my entry. These things happen, anyway.

Okay, enough long-long story. I will add if I ever feel the need to tell more stories, but this is it for now. For those who have read this at DBKK, I've changed some parts and added the illustrations, so I hope your second time reading would be a better experience than the first. For first-timers, I hope you enjoy this as well. =D Any errors are my responsibility and I apologise profusely for them.

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Look, But Don’t Touch

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When Yunho was a teenager, he saw an advertisement on television. The good-looking celebrity/host was making a big show of shaking hands with everyone along his path, as though he knew each one of them personally. When his eyes jumped back to the camera, he flashed the viewers his most charming smile and stated, convincingly, that every person on this earth was connected by only six degrees of separation.

Yunho failed at maths, so he did not know what the ‘six degrees’ entailed. (His mother had always kindly assured him that the only mathematical knowledge he needed to master was the skill to calculate wealth – it always made him feel better about the big fat red F on his Pre-calculus paper.) Anyhow, he understood the message conveyed by the Man-on-TV.

Every human being in the world was connected in one way or another. And if you find the right string of connection, you can find anyone in the world.

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As he grew older and ventured into his father’s business, he found that this was true. One contact led to another. One person introduced him to another. One woman made way for another. Before he knew it, he had over two thousand phone numbers and other contact details in his mobile phone.

Out of everyone he encountered, he was specially intrigued by Park Yoochun. The man had lived in America since he was in his tweens. He was open-minded, jubilant and respected conventional rules as much as Yunho’s father respected stray dogs. Zilch. His ideas were fresh and bold; Yunho enjoyed working with him because he could count on Yoochun to come up with outrageous ideas during brainstorming.

And best of all, Yoochun was wild, a stark contrast to Yunho, who had always been sheltered by his overprotective father. One time, Yoochun appeared at his front door – uninvited – with two paper bags full of liquor. Yoochun taught him how to drink “like a man”. He had not been impressed when Yunho told him that all he drank was wine. Needless to say, Yunho got coerced into downing two bottles of hard liquor in less than two hours. Yoochun did not want to lose, so he drank a little bit more.

After all that drinking, they somehow ended up horizontal on Yunho’s living room floor, with Yoochun lying on his back, his shirt bunched around his chest, and Yunho’s tongue licking the insides of his mouth.

After an extremely awkward night, Yunho sat on his shins on the bed, placed his hands on his closed knees and bowed at Yoochun in apology. He mumbled incoherent things, not really making sense because he had a splitting headache due to the booze.

Yoochun, on the other hand, managed to get around his hangover for just long enough to croak out a question.

“You’re gay?”

For the first time since they woke up naked next to each other, Yunho looked at Yoochun in the eye. Swallowing his fear and hoping for the best, Yunho hesitantly nodded.

Once again, Yoochun proved his profound ability to surprise Yunho. The man laughed.

Laughed and laughed and held his tummy and laughed so hard that the corners of his eyes brimmed with tears. Tears of mirth. Tears of relief. Tears of complete trust.

"No offence," he sniggered, wiping his eyes. “You’re hot and all, but you’re not my type.”

Despite the absurdity of it all, Yunho grinned. “You’re not my type either.”

They became even closer friends after that.

///

Yunho’s ideal lover must be sweet, loving, gentle, fun, have straight hair and know how to cook.

“That sounds like a girl,” Yoochun deadpanned. “Are you sure you’re gay?”

“Do I need to prove it you?”

“I’ve seen you with ladies before.”

“Just to please my father. I never go out with a girl more than once. I always find an excuse to break it off.”

“You’re a walking cliché, Yunho,” Yoochun complained. “I wonder why women are willing to do anything to get into your pants.”

He shrugged. “Why wouldn’t they? Even you couldn’t resist what’s in my pants.”

Yoochun roared in laughter. “Oh please, don’t remind me,” he cackled, putting down his glass on the counter. They were at a nice, quiet and sophisticated bar, situated just across the road from their office building. “You were so passionate yourself. When was the last time you had a lay?”

Yunho looked at his glass, thinking. “Last year of high school.”

Yoochun almost sprayed his tequila all over the bartender but managed to keep the liquid in his mouth and swallowed it before exclaiming, “High school?! No wonder you were so into it. You’ve been a celibate for too long!”

“Are you going to help me with that?” Yunho asked jokingly. He did not mean it, so he was surprised when a thoughtful look graced Yoochun’s facial features.

“I can’t find your ideal lover, if he even exists,” Yoochun admitted. “But I do know a place where you can have a good time.”

Yunho raised his eyebrows, intrigued by what his friend had in mind. “Let me guess. A gay club?”

“It’s not just a gay club, babe,” corrected Yoochun, winking. “It’s called Seventh.”

“Why is it called Seventh?” asked Yunho curiously. He was always a curious person.

“It supposedly brings you to the seventh level of heaven,” said Yoochun before frowning, “or was it the seventh circle of hell? Whatever. If you can’t get satisfaction there, you can’t get it anywhere.”

It was that last statement that made Yunho want to go.

///

In another part of the city, another friendship formed between three individuals who were all charismatic in their own right.

Kim Junsu had worked at Seventh for only two years, but he considered himself a veteran. No one was as good as him. No one else could make men fall onto their knees just by moving his hips under a spotlight. The other dancers were envious of him, so much so that a handful wanted to get rid of him.

But the Big Boss would never let that happen. Junsu was one of those consistent dancers who always came back with a large amount of crumpled cash in his underwear. Getting rid of Junsu would mean bad business. Torn, the Big Boss looked to his son for help.

Shim Changmin was a bright kid. Too bright in fact, no one would believe it if he revealed that his father was actually a pimp who owned several famous brothels and gay clubs in the city.

Junsu and Changmin had been friends ever since the former had started working at the club. Changmin was the only person who knew his secret: that he was actually a virgin and he had this romantic dream of giving away his virginity to the man he loved. Not that he had anyone in mind, but Junsu reasoned that since his job required him to remove articles of clothing and gyrate in front of a large room full of horny strangers, he deserved to have at least one secret about his own body.

Although the younger man had laughed at this, Changmin assured the dancer that he understood perfectly and would help Junsu keep his dream.

“Until you fall in love,” Changmin said with a snigger, “I won’t let anyone deflower you. I know what to tell Father.”

Everyone in the neighbourhood knew that prostitution was a prosperous business. Changmin’s father wanted a piece of the cake too, so he offered his customers a pleasurable night with any of his dancers. It was a good plan. Many men would get so hot and bothered by the dancers’ erotic show that they would surely want to take at least one of them to bed. They would be so desperate that they would agree to any price. That meant a lot of money for the Boss and also for the dancer. The dancer who could attract the most attention would get the most bids for him.

The only dancer who wouldn’t be up for bids was Junsu, much to the patrons’ disappointment and to the other dancers’ glee. He would just strut his stuff on the stage and runway and leave when the bidding started, leaving all the men no choice but to settle for other dancers.

The customers’ needs were fulfilled. The other dancers got their share of successful nights. Big Boss was happy. Junsu could keep his big V. Changmin could boast about his brilliance. It was perfect.

One day, when Big Boss had business to take care of in another province, he entrusted the club to his son. He also told him to expect a new employee soon.

“I haven’t decided where to put him yet,” said the owner before leaving in his limousine. “I’ll leave that to you.”

“Can I follow you?” Junsu asked cheerfully. It was 2 o’clock in the afternoon, so the club was obviously closed, but the dancer had come to practice his dancing routine on the big stage.

“Why?” Changmin narrowed his eyes at the hyper dancer suspiciously.

“I want to see the new kid!” Junsu exclaimed, huffing. “Besides, as someone who has served this club for so long, I can give him some tips.”

Changmin was not entirely convinced, but he did not protest when Junsu followed him into his father’s office.

A raven-haired man (or boy? He looked like he had just turned twenty) was fidgeting nervously on the chair in front of the large mahogany desk. A quick check of his application form revealed that the newcomer was actually the same age as Junsu. His name was Kim Jaejoong. Junsu ran his eyes up and down Jaejoong’s figure, appraising the raven-haired man and making him fidget.

“You’re really beautiful,” Junsu praised, smiling broadly. “Guys won’t be able to keep their hands off you!”

Something Junsu said made Jaejoong cringe.

“Welcome to Seventh, Jaejoong-shi,” Changmin greeted professionally. “My name is Changmin. That annoying guy with a butt the size of China over there is Junsu.” Ignoring Junsu’s indignant cries, he bowed his head at Jaejoong, who nervously bowed back, hands never leaving his lap.

“Since you’re welcoming me, does that mean I got the job?” Jaejoong hazarded. This Changmin fellow seemed trustworthy and mature, despite his young looks. He didn’t stare at Jaejoong like he was some piece of meat, and Jaejoong appreciated that greatly.

“Yes, you got it,” answered Changmin, “but we still need to decide where to put you.”

“Where to put me?” The way Jaejoong emphasised the word exposed his anxiety.

“We at Seventh here aim to bring the best pleasure to our customers,” Junsu explained, chuckling at how Jaejoong stared at him with wide doe eyes. “We put on a show they can never forget, promising them the best night of their lives every single night.”

“With your looks and physique, Father would kill me if I make you a bartender,” Changmin deadpanned, expression so blank that Jaejoong did not notice that it was a joke and a compliment. “What about becoming a dancer like Junsu? Can you dance?”

“Um, no, I don’t think so. I have two left feet,” admitted Jaejoong.

Junsu looked disappointed, but he was determined to make Jaejoong fit in. “I can teach you. Rolling your hips around and making horny men even hornier is not rocket science.”

“You don’t have to be a genius,” added Changmin.

“Yeah, even I can do it!” Junsu beamed at Jaejoong.

“Like I said, you don’t have to be a genius.”

Junsu shook his fist at Changmin, yelling obscenities. He abruptly stopped however, when he heard Jaejoong laugh.

“That sounds good,” the newcomer said, nodding. “I’d love to learn Junsu-shi’s moves.”

“GREAT!” Junsu exclaimed happily. “Let’s go take a look at the stage.”

He reached out to grasp Jaejoong’s hand, but the latter yanked his hand away before the dancer could touch him. His eyes dilated as he realised what he had done. The other two occupants of the room noticed too, and were gaping at him.

“Do you have issues about being touched, Jaejoong-shi?” Changmin’s tone was cold, solemn and radiated “don’t-mess-with-me” vibes.

Trepidation pinned Jaejoong to the spot. If he told Changmin the truth, he would surely lose the job, but since he knew the other man had seen right through him, it was pointless to lie.

“...I almost got raped...” he croaked, fear making his voice shake, “when I was a teenager... by a person I thought I could trust. So I get nervous when strangers touch me.”

“I’m sorry,” Changmin muttered while Junsu bowed his head.

“I guess you won’t give me the job now, huh?” Jaejoong said, forcing a smile to his lips, but he was so depressed that the smile turned into an ugly frown.

“No...” replied Changmin. “You just gave me an idea. You’re still new, so don’t expect to pull in big bucks so soon. Junsu took more than a year to be as famous as he is now.”

Junsu gloated. Jaejoong looked up and blinked. “You mean...”

Changmin smiled, one side of his lips curving up more than the other. “Congratulations, Jaejoong-shi. You’re one of us now.”

///

Yoochun burst into Yunho’s office, brandishing a fist in frustration.

“Tonight!” he yelled, slamming his hands down on Yunho’s desk. “You’re making yourself free tonight! We’re going to Seventh!”

Yunho cringed at the volume of Yoochun’s outburst. “Relax, I still have to put finishing touches on our presentation next week,” he said placidly, not looking up from his laptop.

“Next week!” Yoochun cried, practically tearing out his hair from its roots. “You can do that next week! You promised to go with me two fucking weeks ago! Damn, why is my best friend a workaholic?!”

Yoochun’s voice boomed and echoed in Yunho’s large office, bouncing off the walls and bookshelves. The shorter man was pacing in front of Yunho’s desk like an agitated leopard, shooting glares his way. It’s true that Yunho had expressed his desire to go and Yoochun vowed that he would bring him along. But since then, Yunho had been flooded with so much work that he never got the time to even think of doing anything fun.

And now Yoochun was stomping his foot, pouting and throwing a tantrum like a child who was not allowed to have an ice cream cone.

Like how most parents would react in the situation, Yunho sighed and gave in.

‘Tonight it is.’

///

It was like nothing Yunho had ever seen. The walls were painted midnight blue, creating a dark ambiance, but the multi-coloured spotlights moving around the floor added splashes of brightness. The spotlights bathed the erotic dancers with light as they twirled around on the bar countertop and on raised platforms on the dance floor. There was a big stage at the centre of the room, but no one was dancing on it.

“Why is the stage empty?” Yunho asked, raising his voice so that Yoochun could hear him over the loud music. They were seated by the bar, gripping their glasses tightly as they got themselves in the mood. A dancer stepped over Yunho’s glass, purposely making the end of his costume brush Yunho’s face before sauntering to the end of the bar, stopping only to let customers caress and fondle his bare legs.

“The stage?” Yunho tore his eyes away from the dancer when Yoochun spoke. “That’s only for the show.”

“The show?”

“We have performances every night,” someone answered, and it wasn’t Yoochun. Yunho turned on his stool and blinked at a tall young man in a white suit. His skin was smooth and he towered above the other men. Yunho had a feeling that this guy wasn’t a customer. From the way dancers bowed their heads at him, it seemed like he owned the place.

And as Yunho soon discovered, he did.

Yoochun jumped down from his stool and patted the tall stranger on the back. “Nice to see you again Min. How has my favourite dongsaeng been?”

“Dongsaeng?” Yunho blurted out, amazed. So this guy was as young as he looked.

“This is Shim Changmin, the son of the guy who owns this place. He spent a year as an exchange student at my university at the States,” Yoochun explained. “Min, this is Yunho, the heir of the Jung Empire.”

“We are both wealthy second generations, hm?” Changmin said, holding out a hand, which Yunho shook affably. “Too bad Father is on a business trip. He would be thrilled to meet someone from the Jung family.”

“Father?” Yunho blurted out, confused.

“His dad,” Yoochun snorted.

Yunho’s mental image of an older version of Changmin dressed as a priest disappeared with a ‘poof’ as he laughed sheepishly. “Yes, of course. Your dad. Sorry.”

Changmin was amused. “Is this your first time coming here?”

Yunho nodded, impressed by the authoritative aura the younger man exuded. “What performance were you talking about?” he asked.

Changmin regarded him with an unreadable expression. Then he closed his eyes and nodded. “Since a man of your prestige is willing to grace my club, I’ll make sure your first time will be a memorable one.” He looked over his shoulder and raised a hand, snapping his fingers twice.

When nothing happened, Yunho briefly wondered if it was just an empty display. Then spectacularly, the people on the dance floor parted, creating a pathway down the middle.

Emerging from the pathway was a man with hair the colour of dairy milk chocolate. His shoulders were an inch too narrow for his head. His hips swayed like the mesmerising rolls of waves hitting sand – strong yet graceful. He wore a sleeveless top and a pair of tight pants that hugged his thighs and calves like a second layer of skin.

When he twirled around once, his moves were agile and oh fuck, his ass... Just looking at it could give a guy a boner.

Changmin introduced them to his best dancer. Junsu grinned and bowed at Yunho and Yoochun. Yunho bowed back. This was his first time meeting the dancer, but he knew it wasn’t his friend’s. When he straightened up, he chanced a glance at Yoochun and found his friend gazing fondly at Junsu.

“It’s an honour to finally meet you in person,” Yoochun said, his husky voice and suave charm making Junsu blush. “You have a beautiful voice.”

Yoochun took Junsu’s right hand and pressed a kiss to his gloved knuckles. The dancer giggled adorably, pleased with the attention.

“Are you staying to see me dance later?” Junsu asked the two of them, hand still linked with Yoochun’s. Yunho sensed sparks between his friend and the dancer, a connection that formed the minute they touched. He was not surprised though. Yoochun could make anyone fall for him if he wanted to. And if Yunho’s assessment was correct, he really really wanted Junsu.

“Of course we are,” Yoochun replied, smirking. “You’re the only reason I come, babe.”

Yunho rolled his eyes. ‘Corny.’ Junsu giggled again, blushing at the double meaning.

Changmin interrupted them, ordering Junsu to head backstage and get ready. Pouting, Junsu winked at Yoochun once before twirling around and bouncing off to the stage.

“Please enjoy yourselves,” said Changmin, stepping backwards with his head bowed.

Then the lights suddenly went off. When the spotlights came to life again and diverted their beams to the stage, the man had vanished.

///

“C’mon!” Yoochun urged impatiently, already squashed between the other patrons, all eager to watch the performance. “I’m leaving you behind if you don’t get your ass moving NOW!”

Yunho fell behind, shaking his head. Yoochun growled at him before turning on his heels and rushing forwards to get as close to the stage as possible. Yunho stayed where he was – behind the last line of the enthusiastic audience. He didn’t like being stuck in the middle of a crowd. He didn’t like having too many people pressed against him – it always made him want to throw up.

Yunho leaned against the wall, as far from the stage as possible. Dancers had started coming onto the stage, grabbing onto poles and swinging around them. They made a show of running their hands along their bare legs, moving their flexible bodies sensuously and purposely bumping their butts against one another.

When Junsu appeared, the crowd went wild. The cute man portrayed a different kind of personality on stage. His moves were fierce and confident. Yunho was impressed at how Junsu succeeded in controlling the crowd single-handedly. Junsu stood at the edge of the stage and rocked his hips from side to side, hands gripping the hem of his top and slowly inching the fabric up his abs.

It was getting too loud. The music was beating heavily in Yunho’s ear, making him dizzy. As much as he was curious to see Junsu dance (just to see why everyone was making such a big fuss), he could not stand being out in the open anymore. He needed a room, somewhere quiet.

Yunho looked around, eyes having trouble focussing due to the scarce light. He caught sight of a door, which had been painted the same colour as the walls. There was a sign on the door that said [1: Unoccupied]. Yunho thought it was a toilet. He cast one last glance at the stage (Junsu was already topless) before grasping the doorknob and slinking through the mysterious door.

It was not a toilet at all. It was actually a small chamber, about six feet wide and eight feet long. There was a gray metal chair in the middle of the chamber. Next to the chair, there was a strange-looking box. It looked like a miniature model of a vending machine, but this one had a long horizontal slit in the middle, presumably for paper money instead of coins.

As Yunho tried to make sense of what he had gotten himself into, the door pivoted closed behind him. A horrific locking sound followed as the door clicked into place. Alarmed, Yunho quickly grasped the doorknob and tried to pry the door open. He even tried slamming his shoulder into the door, but to no avail.

He was locked in.

///

Tossing his tank top to another dancer, Junsu’s eyes searched the crowd. He grinned when he saw Yoochun winking at him, his smile sly and eyes sparkling with excitement.

Junsu swayed his hips to the music, his hands running across his own torso. He bucked his hips and tilted his head in ecstasy, allowing the heavy beat of the music and the cries of the crowd to consume him. And knowing that a certain man was watching... oh yes, Yoochun was watching.

Junsu turned around and leaned forward to give the audience a good view of his well-shaped ass, hands fingering his thighs. He moved his body in a way that would put any Pussycat Doll to shame. Then he faced the crowd again and crooked a finger at Yoochun, beckoning him closer.

Confusion flicked across Yoochun’s handsome features. Junsu tossed his head and rolled his hips. He smirked when Yoochun’s eyes lit up in comprehension and almost giggled when Yoochun pointed at himself incredulously, as though asking “Are you sure? Me?”

Junsu nodded. “Come on up,” he mouthed, motioning with his hands. It was not unusual for a dancer to invite a member of the audience onstage, so he wanted to take advantage of it.

Yoochun clumsily climbed onto the stage. When he stood up, his charm returned full-force and Junsu swore he heard his own heart pound against his ribcage. He snaked over to Yoochun and coiled his arms around the man’s neck.

It was instant attraction, a magnetic force bringing their lips together in one smooth motion. Yoochun’s lips were enticing, tantalising, sucking on Junsu’s lower lip viciously. Junsu threaded his fingers through Yoochun’s locks and bucked his hips, sending Yoochun’s tongue plunging into Junsu’s mouth. Junsu felt something warm wrap around his waist and pull him closer against Yoochun’s body. Before he knew it, a hand sneakily slipped into the back of his pants and squeezed his butt.

The audience exploded in cheers, shouting for more and more. Junsu barely registered the fact that he was making out with a patron (who he had met less than an hour ago) on stage in front of everyone. He had never done this before, but Yoochun’s lips and skilful hands eradicated any anxiety or inhibition. Junsu felt right at home in Yoochun’s arms.

Then Yoochun peeled his lips away from Junsu’s in favour of dropping kisses onto the dancer’s cheek, jaw, neck and shoulder. Junsu tossed his head to the side, leaning backwards and clutching Yoochun’s shoulders for balance. For the sake of the audience, Junsu gracefully lifted a leg and hooked it around Yoochun’s hips.

Junsu could feel Yoochun smirking against his skin, sending ticklish sensations down his spine. He could not recall the last time he felt this excited being touched by another man. Yoochun was magical.

Gripping a fistful of Yoochun’s hair, Junsu yanked the man’s head back until their eyes bored into each other’s.

“Dance with me,” he commanded, pushing himself off Yoochun and landing on his own two feet. He backed away to the centre of the stage, hands on the waistband of his pants.

Yoochun thrust his hands into his jeans pockets and sauntered after Junsu, licking his lips.

When Yoochun was close enough, he offered Junsu a hand, which the dancer swiftly took and used as a fulcrum to haul himself, twirling, towards Yoochun. His back hit Yoochun’s chest with a thump. Junsu gasped when Yoochun placed his other hand on his chest and slid it down towards his abdomen.

When Yoochun’s palm touched Junsu’s bare stomach, the dancer tossed his head against Yoochun’s shoulder and moaned.

The audience moaned too.

“You’re beautiful,” a whisper brushed Junsu’s ear as fingers drew patterns around his navel.

Junsu drew away from Yoochun’s hand in reflex, but gasped when he felt something hard poking his butt. “Which part?”

“Everything.” One of Yoochun’s arms wrapped around Junsu’s chest as he continued to caress Junsu’s abs. “As amazing as your body is, though, I am more fascinated by your voice. I want to hear you scream my name all night long.”

Junsu knew that he was supposed to break free – the audience were waiting – but Yoochun’s embrace was so warm, his touches so gentle. “I’m not up for bidding,” he said a little ruefully.

“Can’t you give me a chance?” A bite on the side of his neck. “I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Junsu bit back a groan. “You can’t love me. I’m a prostitute.”

“No you’re not. You’re a dancer.”

“All the dancers here are prostitutes.”

“Not you, though. Changmin said you’re still a virgin.”

Junsu immediately shoved Yoochun’s hands away from him and turned around. His breath hitched when he saw Yoochun, light bouncing off his handsome face. Oh god. Oh fuck. Junsu’s head was spinning in circles. His hands reached up to cup Yoochun’s jaw in their own accord.

Oh yes, he wanted this. This was it. Yoochun was it.

“Virgins are expensive,” Junsu muttered, blowing onto the man’s mouth. “Are you willing?”

“As willing as you are,” he replied before bringing their lips together for another kiss.

Yoochun became the first patron to take Junsu home.

///

Yunho’s fist was starting to hurt after banging the door so many times. Finally, he gave up and searched the room for any clues on how to escape the chamber. However, there was nothing there except for the chair and the box. Tired, Yunho walked around the chair and flopped onto it, sighing at the wall in front of him.

That’s when he noticed something weird about the wall. Unlike the other walls surrounding the room, which were made from cement and painted deep purple, this wall was not a wall at all. It was a large pane of glass. Something black had been placed on the other side of the glass though, so Yunho could not see beyond it.

Leaning back against the chair, Yunho sighed again. He was really stuck. He leaned towards the only other thing inside the room – the box. He peered at it closely and noticed a note written on top of the box.

It said: [$10 for 10 min]

‘Min? Minutes? What costs $10 for 10 minutes?’

With curiosity getting the best of him and nothing to do, Yunho groped his pockets from his wallet, from which he produced a $10 note. After flattening it out to get rid of the creases, Yunho carefully inserted the money into the slit.

The box made some whirring noises as it scanned the note. Then the noise stopped and a small LED screen lit up above the slit. It showed [00:10:00], but quickly changed to [00:09:59] after Yunho blinked.

He almost jumped out of his chair in surprise when a louder noise erupted from somewhere above the room.

Light streamed in. Yunho searched for the source and discovered that the black thing covering the glass was being pulled up, inch by inch.

He held his breath.

///

Jaejoong eyed the red light on the wall. It had been glowing crimson for two minutes, indicating that someone had entered the chamber beyond the glass, but the black cover had not been lifted yet. Could it be that someone entered by mistake? Someone with no money? Jaejoong knew that installing the auto-locking mechanism on the door was a silly idea, but Changmin had insisted, saying that if he had not done so, Jaejoong would get no customers at all.

Sighing, Jaejoong adjusted the black-rimmed glasses on his nose. The suit he wore was getting too warm for his liking. He knew he should not complain. Changmin had helped him immensely by creating this new concept for the club. He could not hide his disbelief when Changmin had called him aside two days after he started to tell him the good news.

“So customers can see you, but they can’t touch you,” the taller man had explained, proud that he had thought of such a great idea. “You can take your time too, because the slower you go, the more they have to pay!” He had chortled in glee, mirth gleaming in his eyes.

It had been a week since Jaejoong started getting his own customers. Since then, he had made many guys – young, old, teenagers who had snuck in with fake IDs – come right in their pants after watching Jaejoong touch himself. Changmin was right. None of them had stopped after the first 10 minutes. They had kept feeding the moneybox over and over again, hungry and desperate for Jaejoong to carry them to the peak of orgasm. And Jaejoong had them right at his fingertips. Since the customers were unable to pounce on Jaejoong due to the glass wall, they had no choice but to follow Jaejoong’s lead like obedient pet dogs.

So when the black cover started to rise, Jaejoong did not expect the guy tonight to be any different.

///

The first thing Yunho saw was a desk. Nothing like the large, shiny mahogany one he had back in his office and it was far from Yunho’s taste, but it looked okay. Sturdy. Stable.

He quickly estimated the size of the opposite room and discovered that it was only slightly larger than the chamber he was in. The desk was about a metre away from the glass. The room had been furnished to imitate the decor of a conventional office, armed with bookshelves, portraits of the president, a big black leather armchair and of course, the desk.

He could not see anyone at first, but then the armchair twirled around to reveal a pale man with dark black hair staring back at him.

Yunho blinked. Who was this guy? Now what?

///

‘Oh god, he’s hot,’ Jaejoong mused before mentally slapping himself. ‘Focus, Jaejoong. Focus! Don’t let his smouldering hot looks and stylish hair and attractive jaw and wide shoulders distract you from your work! He’s here to see you, not the other way around!’

Taking a deep breath, Jaejoong put on his business mask and straightened himself on the armchair. He flicked a button, which was hidden behind the desk. Dance music started to play, and from the way the handsome brunette looked around him, he could hear it too.

Jaejoong waited for the man to return his gaze to him before moving.

First he moved his shoulders, his hips moving too. Eyes fixing onto the man’s small ones (having an attractive customer really helped him to get into the mood quickly), he shrugged off the black jacket he was wearing and sighed when he finally escaped the choking heat of the thick fabric. Then he undid the knot on his tie, slowly pulling it from his neck.

It was rare to have such a good-looking customer. Jaejoong wanted to make a good first impression.

///

Yunho froze. Oh. Oh. The beautiful guy was going to strip in front him. Yes. Fuck. Shit. He could feel blood draining from his brain to pool in his groin. His body couldn’t move. He could do nothing but stare. He pressed his lips together, because the last thing he wanted now was to drool in front of a very good-looking guy. Nope. No way was that going to happen.

So Yunho put on his poker face – the one he often used during business negotiations – and watched the show (and the guy’s clothes) unravel before his eyes, beyond the pane of glass.

///

Jaejoong now had his shirt unbuttoned but to his disappointment, the customer had not reacted to anything he did. Pouting, Jaejoong placed his hands on the desk, pushed himself off the chair (kicking it away from him) and then crawled onto the wooden surface without breaking eye-contact.

The man’s eyes were small and dark; Jaejoong got excited just having those eyes watching him. He pulled his arms back and let the shirt fall off his shoulders and arms. Now topless, he planted his palms on the surface of the desk and slid forward, just to see the man closer.

He knelt on the desk, slowly straightening his upper body as his hands raked through his own hair, purposely placing his knees far apart. He rolled his hips slowly and sensuously, repeating the circles over and over.

With one hand in his hair, Jaejoong lowered a hand and let it skim down his face. His middle finger gingerly pressed on his lower lip and coaxed it down for a second before he titled his head back and felt his own fingers grazing his neck. It was ticklish, but Jaejoong hid it. Then he dragged his hand across his own muscled chest, flicking the two nipples in the process. His eyelids flickered closed as he opened his throat and released a moan.

This move always made customers crazy, but when Jaejoong glanced up, the man had not moved. Jaejoong resisted the urge to pout again. Was this guy impotent or something? Or was Jaejoong not good enough for him?

Huffing, he quickened the pace. The man’s gaze dropped to his midriff, giving Jaejoong confidence to touch himself more. He ran both hands down his abdomen, moaning when his fingers brushed his own hard abs. Bucking his hips, he moved his hands in wide circles –from his stomach to his flanks up to his chest down to his tummy again and finally into his pants. He could feel his own length hardening in the constraint of his underwear. He cupped his own balls, stroking himself with his thumbs.

Finally, the customer shifted in his seat. He parted his legs and leaned forwards. Jaejoong grinned when he (finally!) saw the dent in his pants at the man’s crotch.

’Well hello there boner.’ Jaejoong thought with a lick of his lips. ‘Now let’s get you wet.’

A beeping sound crushed Jaejoong’s hopes, trampling all over them as the customer tore his eyes from him (‘No! No! Look at me!’) and stared at the moneybox.

No, no! Jaejoong’s eyes widened in horror. Time was up. The display on the moneybox showed [00:00:08] and with a low grumbling sound, the black covering lowered again. Stupid moneybox. Stupid time limit. Stupid Changmin.

Once the glass was fully sealed, Jaejoong remained on the desk and waited with bated breath for the covering to rise again.

///

It had been the best 10 minutes of his life, until the black thing came back down and halted him at a cliffhanger.

He exhaled loudly in an attempt to let out some steam. His crotch was still painfully tight though. Then he recalled that the other guy had his hands in his pants just before the time was up.

‘What would have happened if there was no time limit?’ Yunho wondered. ‘Would he take his pants off and wank in front of me?’

Yunho laughed at his own inner thoughts, as ridiculous and silly as they were. Then a clicking sound interrupted him and sent him crashing back to reality. He snapped his gaze to the door. He stood from the chair and apprehensively trotted to the door. Turning the doorknob, he gasped when the door pivoted on its hinges. The door had unlocked by itself.

For some reason, Yunho slammed the door shut, breathing hard. He stumbled back to the chair and dropped to his knees beside the moneybox. He pulled out another $10 note from his wallet and tried to slip it into the machine again, but it kept rejecting his money.

Frustrated, Yunho slammed his fist into the machine, but that move only succeeded in making his knuckles hurt.

Great. He was as hard as a boulder and as stiff as a bonsai tree with no way of seeing the guy responsible for it for a continuation.

So he went out the only way –the exit.

He managed to find the real toilet, locked himself in a cubicle and masturbated like never before.

///

Yoochun had said: “If you can’t get satisfaction there, you can’t get it anywhere.”

Fuck Yoochun. Yunho was not satisfied.

He needed more.

///

The red light turned off. Jaejoong whimpered and let himself drop onto the desk. The man had opened the door and left. The next customer would have to wait five minutes before the machine would work again. Not feeling up for another round, Jaejoong hopped off the desk and gathered his discarded clothing.

Wrapping the black jacket around his naked torso, Jaejoong exited the chamber and headed towards the changing rooms. As he strolled down the corridor, his mind replayed those 10 minutes and wondered what he had done wrong. No customer had left after the first round; they usually kept going until they were spent.

The handsome brown-haired man was an enigma. He had stared at Jaejoong, his eyes curious if nothing else. The only sign he was excited was the bulge between his long legs when he parted them – and that was near the end!

The worst thing: The man did not come back for him.

Jaejoong felt like a failure. Even more so, he was heart-broken.

///

=Part 2=

[Fic] Look But Don't Touch - Pt. 2

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 19:27:18 GMT

Somewhere in the midst of kissing a pair of red lips, tousling a mesh of black hair and caressing alabaster skin, Yunho woke up in his dark, lonely bedroom.

It took him twenty seconds to realise he had been dreaming. He recalled trudging out of the toilet when his cell phone beeped with an incoming message. He had snarled at the screen, which displayed Yoochun’s hasty text.

[From: Park Yoochun

Leavng now. C ya tmrw]

Yunho was thankful that he had not drunk too much, so he had been sober enough to drive himself back home and collapse onto his bed without throwing up. His head was still spinning though. What day was it? What time was it?

A quick check of his cell phone confirmed that it was Saturday morning. Yunho wouldn’t need to go to office until noon; he still had that presentation to prepare for.

Sitting up, Yunho leaned his back against the headboard and closed his eyes, taking himself back to his experience the previous night. He remembered the stripper’s beautiful milky skin, his well-sculpted physique and his wide, sharp eyes. No matter how much Yunho tried, he could not get the man out of his head, even though he had seen him for only 10 minutes.

He never knew 10 minutes with a beautiful stranger could leave such a lasting impression on him.

Yunho felt a twitch between his legs when he replayed the scene behind his closed eyelids. Their session had abruptly ended just after the stripper had inserted his hands into his pants. What came next? If Yunho had stayed, what would he do next?

Yunho wanted to find out, but he had to wait. For now, he had to look for Yoochun.

///

Yoochun pulled out the cleanest T-shirt he could find after searching through the chaos that was his closet. Kicking the cupboard closed, he walked out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen, where an amusing sight greeted him.

A round butt was hoisted up into the air as the owner bent over to inspect the inside of Yoochun’s refrigerator. Unable to resist, Yoochun slapped the backside with the T-shirt, laughing when Junsu shot up so quickly that the back of his head hit the fridge. The dancer rubbed at the sore spot, pouting.

Yoochun sniggered and handed him the T-shirt. “Wear this,” he said kindly. “As much as I like seeing you walking around in just your underwear, it’s not good if you catch a cold.”

“Thanks.” Junsu smiled, taking the garment and slipping it on. Yoochun stepped closer and placed his hands on Junsu’s hips before leaning in for a ‘Good Morning’ kiss. The dancer moaned and clung onto Yoochun, not unlike how he had when they made love the previous night.

“What do you want for breakfast?” asked Yoochun, letting go of his guest in favour of fetching two coffee mugs from a cabinet.

“Anything is fine. I usually don’t eat breakfast.” Junsu laughed. “I wake up at noon and have a big lunch with my housemate.”

“You have a housemate?” Yoochun poured some coffee into the mugs and handed one to Junsu.

“He’s a new guy,” said the dancer, blowing at the hot brown liquid. “I’m glad Changmin let him stay with me. He’s a great cook. Sometimes he goes all umma on me though. I found it annoying at first, but then I figured out that he only does that to people he cares about.”

“Is he a dancer too?” Yoochun asked. Truthfully, he didn’t care much about the new guy. He just loved listening to Junsu talk. The dancer had a sweet voice and spoke with a passion that fascinated Yoochun.

Junsu took a sip of the coffee before shaking his head. “A stripper. He says he can’t dance.”

“So you’re in some ways better than him.”

Junsu snickered. “I can’t cook,” he pointed out with a grin.

“No worries.” Yoochun shrugged. “I can whip up a dish or two.”

When Junsu laughed, Yoochun’s stomach dropped and he felt as though his heart was being squeezed.

“That’s exactly what Jaejoong said when he first moved in with me!” Junsu exclaimed before laughing again.

Their private moment was cruelly interrupted by the doorbell. Yoochun excused himself and tramped towards the front door, muttering crossly under his breath. He looked through the peep hole and sighed heavily before grudgingly opening the door for his friend.

Yunho stepped in, kicked off his shoes and stormed into the apartment as though he owned the place. “Where the fuck were you last night? Do you have any idea what I—“

He stopped, dumbfounded, when he saw Junsu standing in the kitchen. His gaze immediately lowered and stared at the dancer’s bare legs. Although Junsu was used to being stared at, Yunho’s eyes were piercing, sharp and judgmental. It was uncomfortable.

Yoochun leaped in between the two, blocking the dancer from Yunho’s view. “No way, dude. He’s mine,” he declared haughtily, crossing his arms over his chest.

Yunho sneered. “Whatever,” he hissed irritably before quickly turning and slumping onto the couch in the living room. “While you were banging Big Butt over there, I was having the weirdest night of my life.”

“You couldn’t find yourself a lay?” Yoochun said incredulously, earning a poke from Junsu. “I mean, you’re tall, rich and handsome. You could get anyone you want!”

Yunho rolled his eyes, utterly miserable – Yoochun’s comment doing nothing to make him feel better. “It was weird. I entered this room by mistake. It had a chair and paybox next to it. The door locked by itself, for some reason, so I couldn’t leave.”

“Then how did you get out?” enquired Yoochun, feeling Junsu fidget behind him.

“I put money into the box,” narrated Yunho. “Then... one of the walls lifted up and... and...”

Yoochun cocked an eyebrow. “And?”

“And... and .. ARGH!” Yunho growled in frustration, burying his face into the palms of his hands. Yoochun swore he heard whimpers.

Sighing, Yoochun turned around. “Do you know anything about self-locking doors and a paybox, Junsu babe?”

Yunho snorted at the affectionate nick name. Junsu glanced at Yunho with a contrite expression, biting his lower lip. “I think your friend has walked into a Strip Chamber.”

“Well, the name speaks for itself,” remarked Yoochun flippantly. “Looks like you didn’t have such an awful night after all, buddy. You got yourself a striptease.”

“For 10 bloody minutes,” Yunho groaned. “You suck.”

“But you can extend the time by paying again,” said Junsu. “Even after the time runs out, as long as you don’t open the door, you can still continue watching. That’s how it works. The concept of the Strip Chambers is to keep customers asking for more.”

“And if I open the door?” Yunho blanched.

“It’s over. The machine assumes that the customer has walked out and reboots itself. While it reboots, it stops functioning for five minutes, during which the stripper prepares for the next customer.”

Yunho dropped to the side and lay on the couch. “I’m so dumb.”

“You can always go again,” Yoochun suggested. “The club isn’t going anywhere.”

“But what if it’s not the same person?”

Yoochun and Junsu exchanged confused glances before the former spoke, “You mean the stripper?”

“Hell yeah the stripper,” Yunho snapped. “I don’t want to see anyone else. It must be him!”

“I apologise for my friend,” Yoochun said to Junsu. “He’s a spoilt, rich brat. It’s normal for him to make outrageous and selfish demands. But once you get to know him, he’s actually a nice guy.”

The dancer smiled broadly. “I’m used to that kind of person. Maybe I can help your friend. What does the stripper look like?”

Yunho described the person who had invaded his dreams. “I think he has a birthmark under his jaw, somewhere here.” He placed two fingers above the large artery on the side of his neck.

Junsu’s eyes went as wide as sausages. “The only person who has a birthmark like that is my housemate, Jaejoong!”

“Jaejoong...?” 'God, even his name is beautiful. I’m hopeless.' “Where can I find him?” Yunho demanded with a sense of urgency.

“Woah, hold your horses. I can’t tell you that,” claimed Junsu. “But I can tell you which chamber he will be in. The strippers themselves don’t know where they will be stationed until ten minutes before the club opens. I can ask him then.”

“But how are you going to tell me?” asked Yunho.

“Hmm...” The dancer scratched the back of his head, pondering. “As soon as you come to the club, look for me. Then I’ll tell you where you can find Jaejoong. Deal?”

“Deal,” Yunho said hastily, going over to shake Junsu’s hand. It was a businessman’s habit.

“Just remember to bring lots of $10 notes. The machine doesn’t accept anything else," reminded the dancer.

The tall man nodded vigorously. Now in a better mood, he returned to the living room and watched the morning news.

In the kitchen, Yoochun prepared the ingredients to cook breakfast. “That was very generous of you,” he said, taking out a loaf of bread.

Junsu shrugged. “Your friend gets satisfaction. My friend makes some money. It’s a no brainer.”

Yoochun put down the bread knife on the kitchen counter. With a smirk, he reached out to Junsu and hauled him into an embrace. Junsu squeaked when he bumped into Yoochun’s chest and bit back a moan when the man fondled the cheeks of his ass. The dancer rotated his hips a little and swung his arms around Yoochun’s neck.

They kissed lovingly, oblivious to the way Yunho eyed them forlornly.

///

Changmin made a ruckus when Junsu returned to his and Jaejoong’s apartment. To make a long story short, the dancer was reprimanded for leaving the club without telling anyone, causing everyone to worry and rumours about Junsu getting kidnapped by a crazy stalker to buzz around the club. Junsu knew he was wrong –following a guy he had met for less than a day was a risky (and stupid) move, he admitted. Although he did not regret sharing a passionate night with Yoochun, he felt sorry for making Changmin (his boss and friend) fret about him. The young man had even waited for him at his apartment with Jaejoong.

Junsu apologised and promised that he wouldn’t do it again. Changmin scoffed, still glaring at the dancer in vexation.

“So you finally gave your virginity away?” he said derisively, scowling. “Finally found your true love?”

“I... I’m sure he’s the one!” Junsu cried out defensively. “He loves me.”

“He only says that to get into your pants.”

Appalled, Junsu yelled, “How could you know that?”

“Everyone ‘loves’ you, Junsu. You’re our best dancer. How is he different? Did he pay you?”

Junsu flushed, both in embarrassment and in anger. “Of course not! I’m not a prostitute!”

“Glad you still remember that,” Changmin shot sarcastically. “You basically gave away your goods for free.”

“GUYS! Guys, please!” Jaejoong shouted in an attempt to calm the storm. He was still in a very bad mood over his ‘failure’ with the Hot Customer (he didn’t know his name, so had to make do with an epithet). The last thing he needed was his two friends shouting at each other in his own living room. “Changmin, Junsu has already apologised. He feels sorry and he won’t do it again. You should be thankful that he hasn’t been cut into five pieces and shoved into boxes or sacks or something with all his organs removed.”

Junsu paled at the notion of being diced like an onion while Changmin huffed.

“And Junsu, do you have any idea how worried we were? The least you could do was send Changmin or me a text message. Imagine how scared we were when someone told us you left with a man! And put yourself in Changmin’s shoes. What would he say to his father if you – our club’s best dancer – disappeared under his watch?”

There was a minute of silence as Jaejoong’s words sunk in. Junsu burst into tears. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again. I promise I’ll tell you everything – who I meet, where I go and even what I eat!”

Jaejoong smiled at the dancer’s childish antics. “Go to your room. I’ll talk to you later,” he said, sounding oddly like his own mother.

Once Junsu was gone, he shot Changmin a glare. “Must you really do that? That was mean.”

The young man shrugged flippantly. “I want to make sure he won’t suddenly run off again. Good thing he went with Yoochun hyung and not some psycho maniac. Yoochun hyung, at least, has the sense to tell me that Junsu was staying at his place.” He keyed in a message into his cell phone and sent it before slipping the device back into his pocket. Now that the matter about Junsu was solved, he regarded his newest employee seriously. “Why didn’t you go back to your chamber yesterday?” he asked. “I had to grab one of the dancers at the very last minute to replace you.”

Jaejoong sighed heavily, his head slumping against the backseat of the couch. He knew he would have to answer to Changmin eventually. “I wasn’t in the mood, okay?” he croaked, utterly miserable. “I couldn’t... this one guy... lost my confidence.”

Changmin raised his eyebrows. “You’re upset because you couldn’t make one guy hard?”

“He was hard all right!” Jaejoong snapped before pouting. “But he didn’t let me finish him off. He didn’t return for round two.”

“You know, for a stripper, you have huge pride.”

“I put every ounce of myself into whatever I do. I don’t like to disappoint. My pride has nothing to do with it.”

“It’s just one slip-up. Don’t let it discourage you,” Changmin said, pushing himself off the armchair and standing up. “Redeem yourself tonight. You made only $10 yesterday. That is the worst I’ve ever gotten from anyone.”

After the front door slammed shut behind Changmin’s tall, retreating figure, Jaejoong went to Junsu’s bedroom. The dancer however was fast asleep on his bed, snoring slightly. Jaejoong went in and pulled the blanket up to cover his friend. With a shaking hand, he brushed Junsu’s hair from his face.

Jaejoong still had trouble with people touching him. Living with Junsu had helped him overcome his fear a bit, but their physical contact had never gone beyond shaking hands or soft pats on the shoulders or head. Good thing Junsu understood. Otherwise he would think that Jaejoong hated him or something, when in fact Jaejoong cared for him very much.

As he wondered whether he would ever be fully cured from this phobia, Jaejoong imagined a lonely $10 note lying on the base of his chamber’s moneybox.

‘It was from him...’ Jaejoong thought, imagining the good-looking man from the day before again. Merely thinking about the stranger made him feel giddy, strange butterflies swarming in his tummy. But his chest also ached. Maybe Changmin was right; it was his pride. Jaejoong was upset because the only customer who didn’t enjoy his striptease was also the only person he liked.

There was little he wouldn’t give to see the man again.

///

Night came quickly, but for Yunho, it felt like an eternity. Time had gone by too slowly for him. He had gone to work that noon but since it was a weekend, he had no company. That meant no one to keep tabs on him or ask him questions or bow at him or just basically remind him that he was the son of the president of the company and NOT a desperate twenty-something man who fantasised about another man. His brain had been nowhere near functional. He had merely stared at his computer monitor for an hour, physically there but mentally elsewhere.

Then he had given up, returned to his luxurious (yet lonely) apartment and slept until dusk.

When Yunho walked past the bouncer at the entrance of Seventh, he was dressed to impress. Not that anyone would pay attention to the threaded details on his Armani suit, the diamond embellishments on his Tissot or his expensive Ray-Ban shades, but Yunho had trouble choosing the right outfit. Everything else in his wardrobe seemed too plain to wear in front of a man so beautiful. Besides, he really wanted to make a good impression; dressing up was the only way he knew how.

He searched the surrounding vicinity for a certain rounded-ass dancer. Yunho slid his grey shades down his nose and peeked over the rim, his keen eyes scanning the dance floor.

Someone bumped into his back, hurling his forwards several steps. Looking over his shoulder, he saw that more people had filed into the club. Yunho had been blocking the way. Brushing off imaginary dust from his sleeve, he walked towards the bar. Maybe a drink would calm his nerves a bit and make him less hesitant to actually go through with his plan.

He had acted on Junsu’s advice. Before coming home from the office, he had dropped by a bank and got himself so many $10 notes that they could not fit into his wallet. Suddenly feeling embarrassed, Yunho flopped himself down onto a stool at the bar and ordered a drink, which he downed immediately after it was served.

His throat burned and he screwed his eyes shut as he forced the liquid down his throat. After a few more glasses, he could feel himself getting tipsy. Light-headed, he almost jumped when a hand landed on his arm.

///

Jaejoong frowned at his own reflection.

He didn’t know why he even bothered with his appearance, or rather, with his clothes. They were all going to come off anyway. Despite that, he adjusted the knot of his tie and smoothened out his shirt. A black jacket (which he hated wearing because it made him sweaty and smelly) had been draped over his chair.

Just like yesterday, Jaejoong was wearing a pair of black trousers, a plain white shirt with a black tie. He would be stationed inside the Chamber 1 again, the one with the office set. Jaejoong could not see how stripping in an office was sexy. What was so kinky about office sex? The fear of getting caught? Well, there are a thousand and one other places where you could get caught having sex.

Maybe in the back of Jaejoong’s mind, he knew the answer to his own cynical questions, but he was not in the mood to think about it. He did not want to think about how – after committing a big blunder yesterday – he had to put on the same performance again. “Redeem yourself,” Changmin had said. The only way for Jaejoong to ‘redeem’ himself was to have a second chance with yesterday’s customer again.

And he didn’t have high hopes of it happening. That’d just be too good to be true.

After slipping out of the dressing room, jacket in hand, Jaejoong trudged down the corridor and took the back route towards Chamber 1. On the way, he heard a distinctive voice calling out his name and promptly turned around.

“Junsu?” he said, stopping and waiting for the other man to catch up with him. “Is there anything wrong?”

Junsu flashed him a big smile, sighing as he skidded to a halt in front of his housemate. “Nothing wrong. Just want to say... good luck for tonight!” He shook his fist in a ‘Hwaiting’ gesture and looked at Jaejoong expectantly.

“Um... thanks.” Jaejoong raised an eyebrow in confusion, but then laughed at himself. Why was he being so uptight? No job was complete without challenges and blunders along the way. Seeing Junsu had somehow reminded him that. “You too, Junsu. Shake that booty.”

Jaejoong burst out laughing again when Junsu pouted. The latter had gotten fed up with lame rump jokes.

“Which chamber will you be in tonight?” asked Junsu casually, lifting his arms and folding them behind his head.

“Chamber 1. Office again.” Jaejoong sighed dolefully. “I got that one yesterday too. I’m getting bored of it.”

“Yesterday?” Junsu’s voice increased a notch and his eyes widened. Jaejoong was about to ask “What?” when the dancer quickly regained his composure. “Oh, I hope tonight will be better for you. Don’t give up, okay?”

“Give up what?” Jaejoong asked, but the question might as well have been directed to the air, because Junsu had bounced away in a flash. Shrugging, Jaejoong resumed his trek, inwardly gathering the leftover pieces of his self-esteem, which had been shattered the previous night.

///

“Sorry,” Junsu said, scratching his head sheepishly. “Did I scare you? I almost didn’t recognise you... because of the shades.”

“No, no...” Yunho waved a hand dismissively. He cleared his throat, reminding himself of the reason he was back in the club. “So? Where is he?”

Junsu motioned for Yunho to calm down. “Chamber 1. He said it’s the same room he was in yesterday.”

“Thanks,” Yunho said hastily, nodding at the dancer before sliding off of the stool. Noticing that Junsu was eyeing him suspiciously, Yunho blinked at the shorter man. ‘What?’

“I don’t usually say this to customers,” the dancer began, still with the same serious countenance, “but since you’re Yoochun’s friend and you’re interested in my housemate, I’m keeping an eye on you. If I find out you’re hurting Jaejoong in any way...” He trailed off, eyes darkening maliciously.

Yunho gulped. Junsu had never given him the ‘fierce’ vibe, but then again, what did Yunho know about the dancer? They had only known each other for one day. “You have my word I won’t hurt him.”

Junsu did not look convinced, but he gave Yunho the benefit of the doubt and let him run off.

Finding the door was tricky this time. When Yunho entered it yesterday, the dancers’ performances had already started, so most of the patrons were crowded at the stage. But this time, people were dispersed all over the dance floor, making it difficult for Yunho to weave through them.

When he finally reached the door, he grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, but the knob was locked. Stepping back, Yunho studied the door to make sure it was the right one. He was at the correct door, but the sign on it displayed [1. Occupied].

‘Fuck, someone got in before me.’ Yunho thought crossly. Just thinking that someone else was inside the chamber with Jaejoong made him want to punch the door off its hinges.

Then the door suddenly opened and Yunho jumped back to allow a middle-aged man to exit the chamber. The door slammed shut and automatically locked before Yunho could slip in. This time, he really did punch the door, but the steel surface remained upright and in one piece, much to his vexation.

Blowing at his injured knuckles, Yunho leaned back against the door and waited for five excruciating minutes.

///

‘Why do I even bother?’

Jaejoong did not have much to do during the five minute recess. It had taken him only half-nudity and caressing his own chest to finish off his first customer. Sighing, Jaejoong put his shirt back on and hunched his shoulders as he worked on his tie. Then he slumped onto the armchair and eyed the red light (now switched off) on the wall.

‘I hope no one comes in.’

///

Five minutes was like five hours. When he heard the door unlock with a sharp ‘click’ sound, Yunho hastily yanked the door open, shuffled in and slammed the door shut. It wasn’t until he heard the lock fall into place again did he exhale.

The chamber was as dark and claustrophobic as he remembered it. Now that he was finally back inside the place where he had first seen Jaejoong, he could breathe properly again. There was nothing to stop him now. Taking off his shades, Yunho sat on the metal chair and reached into his jacket. He took out a bundle of cash, peeled off a $10 note from the bundle and placed the rest of it on top of the moneybox.

He could hear his heart beating in his ears as he slipped the note into the machine.

///

When the red light turned on again, Jaejoong felt like crying. Was everyone conspiring to make him feel like shit today? So far, only Junsu had been on his side. Wiping his eyes, Jaejoong unenthusiastically slipped on the jacket and twirled his chair, facing away from the glass.

There was a low whirring sound as the black cover rose. Jaejoong waited until the noise stopped before spinning his chair.

///

When their eyes met across the pane of glass, both of their breaths hitched. Something whorled and coiled in their chests, squeezing their hearts and lungs, but it didn’t hurt. Their gazes lingered, unblinking, as though afraid that a quick flutter of the eyelids could erase the sight before them. They stared at each other, incredulous that they were indeed sharing a cage again, trapped together and separated from the rest of the world.

Although they felt like Time had stopped, the blinking digits on the moneybox proved otherwise.

///

‘I’m dreaming. I must be dreaming.’ Jaejoong chanted in his head, his chest threatening to explode.

A tsunami of emotions crashed over him. He had no idea what the emotions were but he was drowning in them. The man was as handsome as he remembered; the one in Jaejoong’s fantasy was not an exaggeration of the true persona. Dressed in an immaculate suit, he carried a certain cachet that Jaejoong was drawn to. Jaejoong placed a hand on his sternum, listening to his heartbeats to remind himself he was still alive. No, he was not in Heaven.

‘Why am I so happy?’

///

Yunho smiled goofily when he realised that Jaejoong recognised him. He had been afraid that the stripper would act indifferent towards him. Although it would not be strange, considering Jaejoong’s job, it would have broken Yunho’s heart.

Putting his Ray-Ban on the moneybox, he bowed his head at Jaejoong in greeting. When he looked up, the pale man had straightened up in his seat, still gawking at him. They were wasting too much time staring at each other, but Yunho did not mind. He patted the bundle of $10 notes on the moneybox, smirking when Jaejoong blinked at it.

Yunho pointed at Jaejoong: You. He placed a hand on his chest: Me. He tapped his wristwatch and then made a rainbow motion in the air: All night long.

The smile Jaejoong gave him was the most dazzling thing he had ever seen.

///

The only thing Jaejoong heard was his heartbeats. He had never smiled so widely, his face felt like it was splitting into halves. He had been overwhelmed by elation and relief that he did not care how unprofessional he was being. He forgot that he was not supposed to feel this way towards a customer. He could not stop the somersaults in his stomach when he knew that the man had been eager to meet him too.

Jaejoong switched on the music.

When he removed his black jacket, his movements were jerky and not as fluidic as usual. Taking a deep breath, he willed his hands to stop shaking as he unknotted his tie. It took all of his self-control to keep his pace – he kept messing up his tempo.

Then he realised, in horror, that he was nervous.

His confidence had been shed, revealing his insecurities and worries. ‘Why did he come back?’ Jaejoong found himself asking. ‘What if he doesn’t like what I do and leave just like yesterday?’

He looked at the man, who seemed to sense his hesitation. Then, to Jaejoong’s confusion, the man slipped a hand into his jacket and took out an exercise book, like the ones elementary school students use. Jaejoong watched curiously as the man took a pen from his pocket, flipped the book open and wrote something on a blank page.

The man leaned forward in his seat and pressed the page to the glass. Jaejoong rose to his knees until he was leaning over the desk and kneeling on the chair. He squinted to read the man’s handwriting. His chest sizzled with warmth as he read the message.

[My name is Yunho.]

“Yunho?” Jaejoong said, tasting the name on his tongue. It was like eating caramel and chocolate mint ice cream on a summer day. Sweet. Hot. Depending on how you roll your tongue.

While Jaejoong was licking his lips, Yunho had written another message on a fresh page and pressed it to the glass again.

[Does knowing my name make you less nervous?]

The music’s beats grew faster and so did Jaejoong’s heart. The warmth in his chest had spread up his neck and to his cheeks, making him blush. No one had given him that kind of attention before. It was as though… as though...

Yunho came here to see him. He did not come to get a striptease from someone with a body and two legs, looking for a release like the other customers. He came here to see Jaejoong.

“My... my name...” Jaejoong said aloud, too shocked by this development that he forgot the glass was soundproof.

Yunho bent over the book and wrote another two messages. [I know, Jaejoong.]

[Nice to meet you.]

The machine made a beeping sound, signalling that they only had 10 seconds left. Jaejoong panicked. He had not even done anything yet! Then he saw Yunho calmly taking a $10 note from the bundle and feeding it to the moneybox. The beeping sound stopped and the black cover never came down.

Yunho took off his jacket and tugged at his tie, loosening the knot and letting it hang in a loose hoop around his neck. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his white shirt. Jaejoong stared at his long neck, feeling shivers run down his spine. Despite the chills under his skin, Jaejoong felt hot. For the first time since he started this job, he couldn’t wait to get naked.

He rubbed his face to get rid of his goofy grin. He only managed to reduce it to a tiny smile as he pushed his bangs up his head. Jaejoong looked at Yunho and observed the way his hands clutched the pen and exercise book. He had long, beautiful fingers. Jaejoong imagined Yunho’s hands sliding down his body. The imagery made him moan.

After tossing his tie away, Jaejoong worked on his buttons. As his buttons were undone one by one, his eyes never left Yunho’s face, searching for a reaction. The corners of Yunho’s lips rose. Jaejoong’s hands dipped lower.

With his shirt fully unbuttoned, Jaejoong slipped it off and swirled it in the air a few times before letting it fly across the room – just to hit the glass in front of Yunho’s face. The way Yunho blinked in surprise was cute. Giggling, Jaejoong lifted himself and climbed onto the desk.

Yunho raised his eyebrow for a fraction of a second. Jaejoong considered this a signal that meant “Go on”, so he did just that. He swung his legs onto the surface but instead of going onto his knees like before, he spun himself sideways and leaned back until his back rested on the desk. He glanced to his right, checking if Yunho could see his side profile clearly.

Yunho had tilted his head, both confused and intrigued by this change. Smiling, Jaejoong gripped a handful of hair with his left hand as its right counterpart slowly caressed its way from his collarbones to his abs, flicking an erect nipple on the way. Yunho pressed his lips together, but his Adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped.

Jaejoong laughed. ‘This is really fun’, he mused as he unzipped his trousers and pushed the fabric down his thighs. A brush against his crotch revealed that he was turned on, his erection fighting its way inside the confinement of his white underwear. Jaejoong folded his legs and brought them above his body so that he could remove his trousers completely.

As he threw the garment at the glass, Jaejoong could not stifle his giggles. He didn’t feel like he was working at all. He felt like he was teasing a lover.

///

=Part 3=

[Fic] Look But Don't Touch - Pt. 3

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 19:20:20 GMT

Jaejoong’s legs were slim and smooth, just like a girl’s. Perhaps even better.

Yunho gulped again when Jaejoong tossed his head back and laughed. He could not hear the beautiful man’s laughter, but the way his face brightened and his luscious lips parted mesmerised Yunho. It also caused a significant discomfort between his legs.

Then Jaejoong hauled himself upright and swung his legs until they dangled down the front of the desk, facing Yunho. He inched himself forwards until his butt perched on the end of the desk before hopping off the surface completely. When he landed, he lost his balance, sending him lurching forward.

In reflex, Yunho stood up from his seat as though to catch Jaejoong, but the stripper managed to plant his hands on the glass and avoid getting his face slammed against it. After regaining his balance, Jaejoong looked up. As a result, their eyes met again, but at a closer distance. Yunho, now standing at his full height, gazed into Jaejoong’s black doe eyes, marvelling at the pair of expressive orbs. Yunho subconsciously traced Jaejoong’s jaw, his finger drawing a line on the glass.

Jaejoong got lost in Yunho’s small eyes, which were dark with desire and wonder. Yunho’s fingers were touching the glass gently. When Jaejoong imagined those fingers touching his bare skin, he shuddered and heaved to take in more oxygen. He hadn’t done anything strenuous but seeing the handsome man up close and having him stare at him so closely sent his adrenalin rushing.

He had never gotten this close to a customer before, but when Jaejoong pressed himself against the glass and Yunho stepped closer, everything just felt right. Even with the glass between them, Jaejoong could feel himself falling into Yunho’s embrace, into his warmth. In love.

A beeping sound made Yunho turn away. Jaejoong pouted and drew back slightly, his bare skin tingling as he peeled himself away from the glass. Standing only in his underwear, Jaejoong waited impatiently as Yunho paid the moneybox to buy them more time. As soon as the beeping stopped, Yunho returned to the glass, lifting his tie up his head along the way.

Before Jaejoong could even fathom what he was doing, Yunho divested himself of his shirt, revealing his wide chest and toned abs. ‘Oh god,’ Jaejoong moaned, inserting an index finger into his mouth and biting on it to remind himself this wasn’t a dream. Tonight was indeed a night of many firsts. This was the first time Jaejoong’s customer reciprocated by stripping for him as well.

Yunho was Jaejoong’s idea of a Greek deity. His tall, muscular figure was lean and firm. Jaejoong knew he was staring shamelessly, but he could not stop. His eyes greedily took in the sight before him as his own hand moved towards his crotch.

Jaejoong probably didn’t know how delicious he looked – semi-naked, cheeks flushed, a finger inside his mouth, a hand on the front of his underwear and his eyes glazing over. Smirking, Yunho stood directly in front of Jaejoong and unzipped himself. He reached into his briefs and groaned as he fisted his hard length.

Throat dry, Jaejoong followed Yunho’s example and slipped his hand into his underwear to find his own cock. He grasped the swollen flesh, surprised at how hard he was. He had not gotten this aroused for a long time. Hand gripping his erection, Jaejoong released another moan that only he himself could hear. Seeing Yunho touch himself sent a strong surge of adrenalin coursing through Jaejoong’s veins, giving him a powerful urge to move his body to the music again. His hips swayed and rolled to the beat as Yunho stroked his own cock with the same rhythm. He unsteadily moved forward and placed his free hand on the glass, panting as he looked down at Yunho’s manhood.

Yunho bucked his hips and brought himself closer, a hand reaching out for Jaejoong’s just to lie flat on the glass. He rested his forehead on the glass, acquiring a better view of what Jaejoong’s hand was doing to himself. Watching Jaejoong made Yunho’s ball tighten and the pressure at his loins escalated to the point where he felt like he could explode from the sheer sensation of it all. His head was lost in arousal, shredding his rationality and heightening his lust. Jaejoong’s red lips were luring and tempting. The way the shorter man quiver as he touched himself pushed Yunho closer to the edge. Words could not describe how much Yunho wanted to seize Jaejoong, to push him down, slam his mouth over his succulent lips and fuck him so hard until his screams made Yunho’s eardrums ring.

Jaejoong brought his face closer to the glass too, and Yunho could practically see inside the man’s mouth. Jaejoong’s hot exhalations fogged up the glass, but the condensation evaporated as quickly as it formed. That was how close he was to the glass – and to Yunho’s mouth.

It took only a slight tilt of the head for Jaejoong’s lips to touch the glass. Yunho leaned down and pressed his lips against the same place where Jaejoong’s lips were.

He touched the flat, cool surface of the glass, but felt the warmth and the soft texture of Jaejoong’s lips.

The barrier between them was solid, a good half of a centimetre of glass between their lips, but that didn’t stop their kiss. Both had their eyes closed, but they somehow knew what the other was doing. When Yunho tilted his head to the side, Jaejoong tilted to the opposite direction. When Jaejoong pushed his bottom lip up, Yunho lowered his upper lip. Their tongues slinked out at the same time and touched the same spot before retreating simultaneously.

It was exotic. Felt so good. Yunho could barely hear himself think, too transfixed with the feel of Jaejoong’s lips and his own excruciating arousal. He needed to come so badly. He stroked himself harder and faster, growling as he neared his climax.

Jaejoong was melting from the heat. Yunho’s kiss was out of this world. He had completely forgotten about the glass. He could feel Yunho’s lips caressing his own and feel his warmth seep deep into his marrow as though they were really together in a passionate embrace.

A beeping sound sent him crashing back down to earth. Ten seconds. Jaejoong gasped, drawing back from the glass. At the same time, Yunho’s lips left the glass and he hung his head as his hand pumped his own erection. Jaejoong mirrored Yunho’s hand movements, moaning when he imagined Yunho’s hands stroking him instead of his own.

They both came two seconds before the black cover fell over the glass.

///

The shock of orgasm sent Jaejoong hurling backwards and hitting the desk. Panting, he tottered round the desk and pulled out a drawer. He grabbed a box of tissue, slammed it onto the desk and started wiping off the semen on his stomach. He had never released so hard in front of a customer before.

He should stop calling Yunho his ‘customer’. He had never gone that far with anyone, customer or not.

After tossing the tissue paper into a bin, Jaejoong got down to his haunches in front of the desk, body completely spent. His underwear was wet with his sweat and cum, so he took it off and lied naked on the floor. Staring at the ceiling, Jaejoong breathed heavily.

That was the most amazing thing he had ever experienced. His heart was still thumping his ribcage madly. He could hear his own pulsating blood vessels on the sides of his neck. Jaejoong wanted to scream. He wanted to run around excitedly and hug everyone in sight, but he was exhausted. He couldn’t move. His bones had turned to jelly and his skin was still tingling.

‘I did it,’ he mentally cheered. ‘I made Yunho come.’

Jaejoong smiled proudly, but the smile quickly turned upside down when he realised a harsh fact.

‘It’s over now.’

His vision was getting blurry. When he blinked, he noticed that his eyes were wet and droplets of tears perched on his eyelashes. Sniffling, he rubbed his eyes. Despite his success, he felt dejected. Only a few minutes had passed, but he had already missed Yunho. The taller man had made Jaejoong feel special. Now with Yunho gone, Jaejoong rolled sideways towards the glass and curled his bare body into a ball, hugging himself as he sobbed.

Suddenly he felt the ground shake like an earthquake. Hauling himself into a sitting position, Jaejoong gasped when the black cover rose again. Another customer? No, it couldn’t be. Five minutes had not passed... Oh. Jaejoong’s eyes widened. Oh, oh, oh!

Yunho was sitting cross-legged on the floor. His trousers had been zipped up nicely and his shirt had been tucked in. His sweaty skin looked like it was gleaming. He grinned at Jaejoong’s naked figure. Flushed, Jaejoong quickly reached for the nearest article of clothing (the shirt that he had thrown earlier) and covered his nether regions. He pouted when Yunho sniggered at him.

He wrote a message on the exercise book and held it up for Jaejoong to see.

[Sorry. I should have given you more time to get dressed but]

He turned to a fresh page and wrote the rest of the message.

[I couldn’t wait to see you again.]

Jaejoong was embarrassed. He thought Yunho had left, when in actuality the man had been waiting for him. He looked around the chamber for something to write on. Since the room had been decorated to mimic an office, there were props such as stationery and large notebooks on the bookshelf. With a hand keeping the shirt from slithering off his thighs, Jaejoong raced to the bookshelf, grabbed a pen and notebook and returned to his spot in front of Yunho.

His handwriting was ugly because his hands kept shaking: [It’s okay.]

When Yunho flashed him another happy grin, Jaejoong smiled back. Yunho wrote energetically.

[Are you free tomorrow afternoon?]

Jaejoong nodded. He didn’t work during the day.

Yunho wrote his next message in a rush: [Would you like to go out with me?]

Jaejoong’s jaw dropped. His cheeks were burning when he scribbled his reply: [What for?]

[For a date,] Yunho answered. Jaejoong realised just how stupid his question was. Yunho’s next message was so long that he needed three pages.

[I don’t want to leave until I’m] [sure I can see you again] [preferably without this]

Yunho tapped the glass barrier between them to indicate what he meant.

Jaejoong didn’t know what had possessed him to reply: [Sure.]

///

Jaejoong agreed to wait for Yunho in front of the club the next afternoon. Delighted with the plan, Yunho grinned goofily. Jaejoong laughed. Then their eyes met again and before they knew it, they were leaning towards each other.

Just like before, the glass seemed to melt into oblivion as they kissed. Jaejoong’s eyes closed and he moaned in bliss. Yunho had his eyes shut too, focussing on moving his lips against the glass and tasting Jaejoong.

Even when the moneybox started beeping and the black cover lowered again, they did not separate right away. They slowly drew back and stared into each other’s eyes. Yunho opened his mouth and exhaled on the glass, fogging it up.

The last thing Jaejoong saw aside from Yunho’s smile was the shape of a heart drawn on the glass.

///

Junsu was the first dancer to return to the dressing room. After changing into his normal clothes, he bent over his bag and got ready to return home. He screamed like a terrified banshee when someone suddenly threw their arms around his neck and hugged him tightly from behind. Elbowing his ‘attacker’ off him, he twirled around, ready to launch into a vicious scolding.

But Jaejoong’s wide smile made his voice hitch at his throat.

The dancer had never seen his friend that happy before. He was so stunned that when Jaejoong squashed him into a rib-crushing hug, his vocal cords failed to function. He only returned Jaejoong’s enthusiastic embrace, eyebrows knotting in confusion when the stripper did not push him away.

It wasn’t until they got home and Jaejoong was humming a cheerful tune in his small bedroom that Junsu spoke up. “You hugged me.”

Jaejoong looked away from the mirror in bemusement. “What?”

“You hugged me!” Junsu cried out in bewilderment, bouncing slightly on Jaejoong’s bed. “You even let me hug you back. You’ve never done that before. Have you... have you finally overcome your phobia?”

Jaejoong put down his comb and walked towards his bed, shrugging at Junsu’s question. “I’m not sure,” he lamented, throwing himself onto the bed next to his friend and sighing morosely. “You know that feeling where you just want to run away with someone, even though you’ve only known him for less than two days?”

Junsu immediately thought of Yoochun and blushed. “Yeah, but... don’t tell me...”

“I think I’m in love with a customer,” Jaejoong confessed, reaching out for Junsu’s hand as though imploring for support. “I want to be with him, Junsu. I want to touch him for real. I want ... with him ... what you have with that Yoochun guy.”

Just like how Junsu had told Jaejoong about his escapade with Yoochun, Jaejoong recounted everything he could remember about his session with Yunho. The more Jaejoong narrated, the less suspicious Junsu felt towards Yunho. The tall man sounded really sincere. He wasn’t faking it.

“When I imagine him touching me, I don’t feel scared like I usually do,” said Jaejoong, cheeks slightly flushed. “In fact, I want him to touch me. He makes me yearn for physical contact, something I have been avoiding all these years.”

“Are you going to meet him again?” Junsu asked.

“Yes, I am. He asked me out!” Jaejoong announced excitedly. “Tomorrow afternoon, well, later today,” he corrected himself after glancing at the clock. It was already way past midnight. “Oh god, Junsu, do you think I have anything nice enough to wear?”

Junsu laughed. He assured Jaejoong that the latter would look good in anything. “And nothing,” he added cheekily, earning a playful whack from the stripper. Junsu grabbed Jaejoong’s pillow and used it as a shield, laughing loudly as Jaejoong wrestled him to the mattress.

They played like children in a sandbox until they were spent. Junsu used Jaejoong’s stomach as a pillow, snoring as he slept like a baby. Jaejoong’s hand brushed through the dancer’s hair until he fell asleep too.

///

The club displayed a completely different facade during the day. Under the glare of the sun, Jaejoong’s workplace looked like a secluded, abandoned motel. Standing outside the chained doors in the deserted neighbourhood – where everything else was moss green or grey – Jaejoong felt like he was overdressed. He had doubts about the figure-hugging jeans he was wearing. He had expressed his concern to Junsu (“It makes me look like a girl”), but the dancer had ignored his protests, shoving him and the jeans into the bathroom and not letting Jaejoong come out until he had them on.

He also donned a wide-collared red top underneath a black jacket and a dark-blue beanie on his head. He had also worn his favourite pair of leather boots. Jaejoong hoped that he wouldn’t come across as being too desperate, even if he was. A little bit. Okay, maybe a lot. He really wanted Yunho to like him.

He was fidgeting over this that he did not notice a big black Audi stopping in front of him. The driver rolled down his window and poked his head out.

“Hop in,” Yunho said, sliding his shades down his nose for just long enough to study Jaejoong up and down. When he pushed his Ray-Ban back over his eyes, Jaejoong snapped out his reverie. Embarrassed, Jaejoong briskly walked in front of the car and climbed into the passenger seat.

Being together in a car was no different than sharing a private chamber, only better – since there was no glass separating them. As soon as Jaejoong slammed the door shut, they both leaned closer and captured each other’s lips.

Yunho hungrily nipped Jaejoong’s bottom lip as the latter eagerly sucked on Yunhu’s upper lip. Jaejoong held the back of Yunho’s head to hold him in place. Yunho had let go of the steering wheel in favour of running a hand along Jaejoong’s thigh. Instant electricity shot through both of them when their tongues touched. It was nothing like what they had shared in the chamber. This was what kissing should be like.

“You look stunning,” Yunho praised before kissing Jaejoong again.

Yunho’s voice was sweet and unique, melting Jaejoong to his bones. “You too,” he rasped. “I imagined your voice to be deeper.”

Yunho chuckled, planting a kiss on the corner of the shorter man’s mouth. “I love your voice, Jaejoong. Say my name with it?”

“Yunho...”

“Oh yes...”

They could never get enough of each other. At this rate, they were not going anywhere. They finally stopped, pulling away with great reluctance. As Jaejoong rubbed his slightly swollen lips, Yunho pressed the accelerator and sped along the road.

They had lunch at a humble Korean restaurant. Yunho practically ordered everything on the menu, giving Jaejoong a minor cardiac arrest at the sheer number of dishes on the table between them. They did not finish everything, of course, but Jaejoong managed to taste all the dishes. He even got to feed Yunho a spoonful of each.

After eating, they walked along the road hand-in-hand. There were many small booths by the road, selling all kinds of cheap items from plastic toys to generic jewellery. Jaejoong had his eyes on a pair of red boots. His gaze lingered on it for a minute too long, face laced with longing, so Yunho bought them for Jaejoong in a heartbeat.

After the first purchase, Jaejoong started pointing at anything he found even remotely interesting, just to see if Yunho would buy all of them. To his surprise, Yunho did. Jaejoong burst out laughing when Yunho yanked off his beanie and slipped a platinum blonde wig over his black hair, commenting that Jaejoong looked really good as a blonde. They both grinned widely, cheeks hurting and looking like a pair of idiots on the sidewalk.

They returned to the car. Jaejoong tossed all the junk they had bought to the backseat. Yunho leaned towards him and they kissed each other with searing urgency. Jaejoong was already pulling his jacket off his shoulders and parting his legs when Yunho’s hand groped his crotch. Once his jacket was fully removed, Jaejoong grabbed the sides of Yunho’s head and crushed their lips together, leaning backwards to coax Yunho out of his seat and into Jaejoong’s. Yunho climbed over Jaejoong as the other man kicked off his boots and brought his legs up.

They were nearly horizontal, half-aroused, when a ringtone disturbed their moment. Cursing, Yunho fetched his cell phone from his pocket and held it to his ear.

“What?” he snapped into the device, breaths shallow. The lust in his eyes ebbed away as Yunho listened and Jaejoong waited expectantly.

“Sorry, Jae,” Yunho murmured after ending the call, gently kissing Jaejoong on the mouth. “Something came up. I need to go to the office to take a look.”

“You’re leaving me?” Jaejoong didn’t mean to sound whiny. He just didn’t want their date to end so soon. Besides, who the hell worked on Sundays?

Yunho blinked. “No, I’m not.”

“Then why are you apologising?”

“I have to bring you along. You can wait in my office. I won’t take too long. Then we’ll continue where we left off, okay?”

Jaejoong nodded vigorously, liking the idea.

///

“Woah,” Jaejoong exclaimed, gaping as he was dragged into Yunho’s gigantic office. “What exactly are you?”

“I’m the Marketing Director,” Yunho answered, spinning Jaejoong around and kissing him on the lips. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

After Yunho disappeared between the large double doors and closed them behind him, Jaejoong took his time surveying his surroundings. He gawked at the tall bookshelves and impressive decor. The large windows overlooked a large part of the city and allowed bright sunshine to filter in. The furniture looked pristine and expensive. Yunho’s desk was big and shiny. It was neat too, surprisingly. Compared to this, Jaejoong’s strip chamber was like a tiny barn.

Even Jaejoong’s favourite boots seemed out of place as he trod on the carpet. He clasped his hands behind his back and hummed a tune as he sauntered towards Yunho’s desk, eyes curiously squinting at the portraits on the walls. Planting his hands on the desk, he hauled himself onto the surface and pushed several pieces of paper aside so that he had more space for himself. He kicked off his boots and folded his legs under his body until he was completely sitting on the desk.

He could not help appraising Yunho’s desk. The surface had been deftly polished, impressively smooth. There was a lot of room for Jaejoong to move, granting him more freedom to spin around and experiment on different poses. When his knees grazed and slid on the wood, he could hear squeaking sounds, making him chuckle.

He liked Yunho’s desk. He knew exactly what he wanted to do on top of it.

///

Yunho exited the board room with a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the problem was not as severe as he feared. Nothing that couldn’t be solved with some quick thinking and a super-fast Internet connection, anyway. Invisible weight finally off his shoulders, Yunho quickened his pace; he could not wait to return to Jaejoong’s side. They still had so many things to do together.

Pushing open one of the double doors, Yunho peered in and called out, “Jaejoong?” At first, he could not see the other man. Then, in an odd case of déjà vu, his black armchair spun in its spot to reveal Jaejoong, who was looking majestic with his legs crossed and a smirk adorning his lips.

“Lock the door,” he ordered.

Even though it was his own office, Yunho executed the command obediently, flicking the lock on the heavy doors. When he looked back at Jaejoong again, the pale man was climbing onto his desk, his body moving with a finesse that made Yunho’s mouth water. Jaejoong knelt on the desk, his thighs forming an inverted V as he straightened his upper body. He peeled back his beanie and tousled his own raven hair, shaking his head to loosen up his dark locks. With a sly smirk, he curled a finger at Yunho and beckoned him closer.

As Yunho took slow, calculative steps towards his desk, Jaejoong pulled back his jacket and let the garment fall down off his shoulders. The stripper arched his body seductively, tossing the jacket away before gripping the bottom hem of his top and pulling it up his abdomen. Instead of pulling it off right away, he kept his hands around his chest, bunching the shirt as he rolled his hips, causing ripples of light to dance across his abs.

With the top discarded as well, Yunho closed the distance between them and allowed Jaejoong to pull him by the neck into a kiss.

“Why are you topless on my desk?” Yunho enquired teasingly when Jaejoong rested his forehead against his.

“Why do you think?” Jaejoong replied vaguely as he played with the top button of Yunho’s shirt, surreptitiously unfastening it with skilful fingers. “Is your work done?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s continue,” Jaejoong murmured next to Yunho’s ear as his hand slid around the latter’s neck. “Take a seat, Director.”

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Jaejoong made sure Yunho was comfortably seated on the armchair before rising to his full height on the desk. He had new moves in mind, the ones he never got to perform at the club because the desk was too small – he was afraid that he would lose his footing and fall. Yunho’s desk however, was large enough to give him confidence to stand up on it. He winked at Yunho, who was leaning back against the backrest, watching him intently and smiling when Jaejoong playfully blew him a kiss.

Facing Yunho, Jaejoong unzipped his tight jeans and pushed the fabric down his thighs, moaning when the denim rolled off his skin. He kicked the jeans aside. Then he folded a leg behind him and peeled off his sock, balancing on one leg when he did so. He repeated the process with his other sock and soon, he was undressed except for the black underwear hugging his nether region.

Yunho placed an elbow on the armrest and propped his chin on it, keenly observing the way Jaejoong twirled around and bent forwards, proudly showing off his backside. From his position, Yunho could clearly see the curves of Jaejoong’s ass and pelvic bone. Jaejoong’s legs were long, pale and strong like marble pillars, though a thousand times more graceful and smooth.

Jaejoong placed his palms flat on his buttocks, one hand on each cheek. With Yunho’s curious eyes watching him, he swayed his hips side to side, kneading his own posterior end.

When he heard Yunho’s breaths hitch, Jaejoong smirked and turned sideways slightly, just enough to look at Yunho over his shoulder and give him another wink. His hands moved from his backside to his hips, where he hooked his left thumb into the waistband of his underwear. Still rolling his hips, he slowly pushed the fabric down his pelvis, revealing an inch of skin at a time. Yunho stared at Jaejoong’s ass, the tip of his tongue peeking out to damp his lips.

Jaejoong lowered himself with his underwear. By the time the underwear reached his ankles and he yanked it off, Jaejoong was sitting on the desk, wearing nothing but a red-lipped grin. Yunho pulled his armchair closer to the desk, leaning forwards as Jaejoong got onto his hands and knees and gave Yunho a kiss.

As their tongues danced together, Yunho pulled Jaejoong to himself and reached for Jaejoong’s crotch, but the stripper slapped his hand away.

“Watch your hand, Mr. Director,” Jaejoong purred, smirking slyly.

“Am I not allowed to touch you?” asked Yunho, feigning innocence. “We’re not at the club.”

Jaejoong pursed his lips, pretending to ponder over this matter. “Hmm, that’s a difficult question,” he drawled, dragging a finger along Yunho’s jaw. “Would you like to touch me?”

Yunho raised an eyebrow incredulously, but with his dark wanton eyes, Jaejoong thought it made him look sexy. “Do you even need to ask?”

Chuckling silently, the stripper leaned closer to whisper directly to Yunho’s mouth. ”If you’re allowed to touch, what are you going to do to me?”

“Do you want me to tell you,” Yunho rasped, voice laden with lust, “or to show you?”

Jaejoong pressed his lips onto Yunho’s again before declaring into the air between them, "I’m all yours."

To Jaejoong, taking off Yunho’s clothes was like diving into a different dimension. Even as their hands fondled with fabric and tossed it away, their lips just wouldn’t leave each other alone. With Jaejoong naked and Yunho shirtless, they switched to high gear and devoured each other’s mouths.

Amidst all that kissing and groping, Jaejoong found himself lying prone on the desk, his hardening length aiming at the carpet and his knees resting on the chair, beside Yunho’s thighs. Yunho rolled his chair closer and placed his hands on Jaejoong’s butt, prying the two cheeks apart. Jaejoong groaned at the pressure around his groin. Yunho tilted himself forwards and licked the shadowed valley of Jaejoong’s behind.

Jaejoong gasped. He curled his hands into fists, panting loudly as Yunho’s tongue prodded his sensitive opening, his cheeks burning.

Yunho licked the ring muscles loose before thrusting his tongue in. A shudder visibly shook Jaejoong’s body as he arched his back, moaning in pleasure. His moans fuelled Yunho’s desire and prompted him to further lick the puckered skin, hands on either one of Jaejoong’s butt cheeks. Then he slid one hand over the round flesh and tugged at the skin around Jaejoong’s entrance with two fingers.

Jaejoong felt the two digits entering him and stifled a yelp. He banged the table with his fist once, crying out when Yunho inserted two more fingers of his other hand before he slowly, torturously stretched—

Hearing the other man’s loud cry, Yunho eased his fingers and proceeded to lick the intruded hole, inwardly filled with glee when he felt Jaejoong’s muscles quivering and pressing down on his fingers.

“Yunho ... hurry up...” Jaejoong whimpered, tremors shaking his shoulders.

Yunho pulled back and stood up, causing Jaejoong’s feet to land on the carpet. Pushing Jaejoong’s legs apart, Yunho unzipped himself and stepped out of his trousers and underwear. With a hand on Jaejoong waist, he guided his hard member to Jaejoong’s opening.

The first penetration was electrifying, sending Jaejoong bellowing and screaming and writhing on the desk. Yunho stopped immediately, the tight muscles of Jaejoong’s anus clamping on the head of his erection. He rubbed the small of Jaejoong’s back soothingly, easing the pain and assuring him that he wasn’t going to hurt him. When Jaejoong’s screams abated, Yunho bucked his hips and drove himself deeper into the dark cavern.

“Nngh!” Jaejoong screwed his eyes shut and slapped his hands on the desk, moaning when Yunho took two experimental thrusts. Jaejoong could feel his muscles contracting to resist the intrusion, but as Yunho gently rocked against him, slowly moving inside him, Jaejoong began to relax. His body welcomed Yunho, sucking him deeper. “Yunho, you can go faster now.”

But Yunho did not grant Jaejoong that favour. Instead, he pulled out completely, leaving Jaejoong gasping at the sudden loss of friction. Then he quickly rolled Jaejoong onto his back, lifted his legs and brought them to his hips. Although Jaejoong was confused, he coiled his legs around Yunho’s waist.

“Yunho, what are you...?”

“I don’t want this to end so soon.” Yunho answered curtly, wasting no time in lunging at Jaejoong, his target being the skin on the pale man’s neck. He messaged the spot with his lips, biting on the flesh and leaving a lovebite just below Jaejoong’s birthmark.

Jaejoong mewed in pleasure, raking his fingers through Yunho’s hair and rubbing his erection against his navel. Yunho’s tongue made an appearance again; it drew a line from Jaejoong’ collarbones to his sternum, eliciting another tremor when Yunho licked the groove at the base of his chest. Yunho then closed his lips around Jaejoong’s left nipple, sucking on the bronze bud and flicking the erect tip with his tongue.

“Aah... Yunho...” Jaejoong arched his body upwards when Yunho pinched his other nipple, grinding them both. Then Yunho went lower, his lips skimming Jaejoong’s belly, which rose and fell with his laboured breathing. Finally, Yunho’s mouth hovered over his proud erection. Jaejoong was already leaking of pre-cum, which Yunho licked clean.

Jaejoong tossed his head back and moaned when Yunho took him into his mouth, wincing when Yunho sucked on his tip. He would have come right then and there if Yunho had not fisted the base of his cock, denying him an early release. His free hand slid up and down Jaejoong’s thigh in soft caresses.

Yunho’s mouth let go of Jaejoong’s length with a ‘pop’ that appeared to be a little too loud to their ears. Gripping Jaejoong’s hips, he straightened up and – without warning – grinded his tip against Jaejoong’s entrance again.

For the second time, Jaejoong yelled when his ring of muscles was pried wider and wider, but stopped to catch his breath when Yunho was inside him again. Oh that felt good. Jaejoong inwardly mused, starting to see blurs and stars as Yunho thrust into him.

Yunho made Jaejoong’s pleasure his top priority as he sensuously moved inside the other man. After Jaejoong got used to his size, Yunho took a deep plunge, arching Jaejoong’s back off the desk for a second. Then he retreated all the way back to the entrance and drove back in. He did four shallow thrusts before ramming all the way to the hilt and extracting a hoarse cry of pleasure from Jaejoong. He repeated this cycle, only adjusting his angle once in a while to find Jaejoong’s sweet spot. His fingers caressed Jaejoong’s hips, holding him in place so that he could accept Yunho’s thrusts more easily.

Yunho brushed a spot in Jaejoong that made the latter jolt and moan. Just when Jaejoong thought he could come, Yunho pulled himself out again. Jaejoong cried at the loss, eyes narrowing into a glare. What game was Yunho playing?

Jaejoong propped himself up on his elbows and saw Yunho pulling the armchair back towards the desk. Then he sat on it and pulled it some more until he was practically in between Jaejoong’s parted legs.

“Come here,” Yunho instructed, voice low and arms outstretched in invitation.

Jaejoong slid off the desk and landed on Yunho’s lap. Grabbing his shoulders, he slammed his mouth against Yunho’s. As soon as their lips separated with a smack, Jaejoong rose onto his knees and inched himself forward until they were close enough for Yunho to claw at his hips and for Jaejoong to lower himself onto Yunho’s swollen member.

Yunho threw his head back and bit back a groan as Jaejoong’s heat engulfed him again. Jaejoong slammed down onto him, ripping out a scream from his throat. “Oh fuck, Jaejoong,” he grunted. “You’re... squeezing me...”

Yunho’s teasing had hurled Jaejoong to the last ounce of his patience. Now he was grinding himself down onto Yunho’s upward thrusts, clinging onto Yunho’s shoulders and groaning when his thighs began to burn due to his vigorous up and down movements. Yunho latched his mouth onto Jaejoong’s neck, holding him in an intimate embrace as they shared the heated friction and heady passion.

Heat pooled around Jaejoong’s loins. “Yunho, touch me...” he implored, eyes glazed over in ecstasy. He barely registered his own pleas, the words flowing so naturally and effortlessly out of his mouth that it never occurred to him that he had never asked anything like that before. He had never begged to be touched, so desperate to be held. But now, he needed to feel Yunho’s hands on him, to have Yunho fondle him and hold him and oh holy fuck “Touch me... please.”

Yunho quickly grabbed Jaejoong’s erection, causing the man to jolt before landing on him again. Jaejoong’s cock throbbed in Yunho’s hand, pre-cum leaking out of the slit in pulses. Yunho pumped Jaejoong vigorously, grunting when Jaejoong moved faster on his lap, creating crazy amounts of friction at the area where they were intimately connected.

Jaejoong cried out his release, spurting his load onto Yunho’s tummy. Yunho let go of Jaejoong’s length in favour of wrapping his arms around him, gritting his teeth when Jaejoong’s muscles squeezed him ruthlessly. A shiver of pleasure undulated under his skin, his whole body convulsing in orgasm. When he released into Jaejoong, the other man moaned in satisfaction, eyes falling shut in the heat of the moment.

After they both reached their climaxes, Jaejoong slumped onto Yunho, body totally spent. Yunho pressed lazy kisses onto his shoulder, rubbing his back soothingly. Jaejoong drew back, turned his head and pressed his lips to Yunho’s cheek.

“I like your office better,” Jaejoong whispered, his voice hoarse. “No stupid glass, no silly time limit.”

Yunho chuckled. “When I come here for work tomorrow, I’ll remember this.”

“Naughty Director,” Jaejoong teased, pinching the tip of Yunho’s nose. “You’re not supposed to have dirty thoughts at work.”

Freeing his nose from Jaejoong’s grasp, Yunho laughed. “Now that you’ve been to my office, would you like to visit anywhere else?”

Jaejoong leaned back and smiled as he tilted his head, pretending to ponder over this. “Hmm, where do you live?”

“In an apartment down the block. It’s rather messy though,” Yunho said sheepishly. “I’ve been busy with work this whole week.”

“Doesn’t matter. We can just... talk. And if you have a good enough kitchen, I’ll make you dinner.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

They kissed one more time before breaking apart and splitting up to collect their clothes. After clumsily cleaning up and putting on their clothes, they raced each other to the parking lot, both panting by the time they reached Yunho’s car. Chortling, they climbed into the vehicle, slammed the door and playfully exchanged kisses as Yunho started the ignition.

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Yunho still failed at maths, but at least he got to stand proudly, an arm around Jaejoong, and laugh at Yoochun when he was proven wrong. Yunho’s ideal lover truly existed and he met him through connections and pure chance.

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A/N: Thank you for reading. I know this is not perfect, but please remember that I had to write everything in 10 days. @__o I'm very sorry for any flaws or shortcomings. Please leave a comment if you liked. Until next time, have a nice day.

Edit: Please take note that I am still on hiatus and taking a break from writing. ~~Have to focus on studies, and I'm too lazy~~.

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Illustrations: Look But Don't Touch

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 18:28:23 GMT

Artist: shigai @ jumotic
Fic: Look But Don't Touch

The comments under the illustrations are by the artist herself.

First I did this in cold light, trying to express it was early in the morning, but after talking it with Isami it turned out like this, more colorful. I like this version better too. And I'm quite proud of how Yoochun turned out, since he's probably the one I have most problems drawing!

I like this one, I like to work with warm colors. For this illustrations I worked a lot with picture backgrounds, trying to create a whole "atmosphere" for each. In this one I tried to create the afternoon feeling ^^ Tried to make Changmin stylish ;P And I discovered I have fun drawing Junsu XD

This is probably the draw that took me the longest to draw in my whole life -_- With all the light play and shadows and colors, and everything... but I'm really happy with it! I like how all of them turned ^^ The picture from the background is from a club I use to hang around XD

I truely like this one, don't ask me why, I simply do. I like how Junsu looks, I like how the anatomy came out, I like how the lights came out... hehe, I'm proud of this one! Didn't give me much problems, somehow I think I was inspired to do it. Weird, knowing I normally can't do Yoochun in just 1 try XD

I was worried with this one, it gave me problems not knowing in which angle to draw them to make people able to see everything that had to be seen, but I think somehow I did it ;P I wanted to do a simple room, because that's not the important there, right?

Umm. I like the general idea and how it turned, but in this one Yoochun came out rebelious -_- And no matter how much I tried to re-do it, it looked worse and worse, so I think this is the best I could come up with. Also, my first time drawing anything Yoosu! Sorry about it, but if normally I have problems doing Yoochun, drawing him kissing was like the most difficult ;_; But I had my fun doing puppy-eyed Yunho XD

The one I like the most, being because I'm a YunJae fan or because I think Yunho turned out pretty sexy XD Did it with warm colors because... well, it's a warm scene ;P I used picture reference for the Tissot XD

There was a 1st version of this, in which Junsu looked really weird. Isami agreed with me, so I did a second version, and I'm happier with this one ^^. And yes, the background is a changeroom, isn't it perfect for a gay club? XD

I had a lot of fun doing this one, I really enjoy drawing dork/funny moments, even if somehow it was difficult to draw the wig... it looked too fake at the beginning, and after that it didn't look "enough" fake XD The clothes they are wearing are from their sponsoring pics, with some added details of my own ;P The picture of the background is from a street market in Seoul ^^

Hehe, not much to tell about this one. I wanted to do it pretty simple, warm, but calm, since it's like the "settling" of their relationship, so I used pastel tones. Not much details, cause the important is the main scene, right? ;P

- And I want to thank you, Isami! it's been a pleasure working with you! I really like your way of working, giving attention to detail the way I like and giving me nice ideas to work with. From the brainstorming we did at the beginning, to the changes we talked about at the end. Really, a big pleasure <3 Thanks for letting me team up with you for this ;P

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High Uh Tusss

Fri, 15 May 2009 11:00:01 GMT

I am on HIATUS, baby

After crying my eyes out and stressing myself like a silly little girl, I decided that I deserve a break.

I just got a call less than 30 minutes ago. I've been given a heavy responsibilty for a BIG project at uni. I'm nervous and excited at the same time. I can't wait to start work, learn new stuff, make new friends and hopefully have a good time and enjoy myself.

If you know me well enough, you'd know that my being on hiatus doesn't mean I'll disappear. xD It just means I won't update my fics. I'll still check out my f-list when I have time and perhaps, spare a minute to leave a ~~retarded~~ comment. I still have my winning entry to post, and I'll still be writing... slowly. lol.

Until next time, bye bye~~ *waves*

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[Fic] Inbox

Thu, 14 May 2009 20:31:41 GMT

Title: Inbox
Author: Isami
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yunjae

Just something random I just had to write after hours of writing. Inspired by a local TV show I watched 2 weeks ago. Flowers and Jaeho cookies to anyone who can guess what show it was.

Unbetaed. Finished at 4.40 AM after no sleep.

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Unlike the rest of the airport, the Business Class Longue was serenely quiet. The area inside was spacious, providing ample privacy for its visitors. Excusing himself from the rest of his team, Yunho carried his handheld bag and went further inside the room. He took a seat at the end of a long couch, placing his belongings on the table in front of him. There was a bartender, who approached him and asked what he would like to drink. Just as a courtesy, he asked for a glass of whisky, waiting until the staff returned to the bar before taking out his laptop and switching it on.

He plugged his broadband adapter and tapped his keyboard at a fascinating speed. His friends and colleagues were too busy laughing and drinking to pay attention to him, but if anyone were to study the way Yunho was handling his laptop, one would think the man was a workaholic.

Although Yunho was a workaholic – as incessantly pointed out by his friends, boasted by his family and complained by his lover – work was the last thing on his mind at that moment. In fact, no one would have guessed the reason behind that grin as he waited for his laptop to connect to the Internet.

He quickly clicked the bookmarks tab and selected one of the top choices. His eyebrows rose in amusement when he saw he had one new message in his inbox.

“I made you something yesterday,” Jaejoong whispered into his ear. “If you feel lonely during your trip, just check your e-mail.”

‘Just like what he said,’ Yunho thought, moving the censor towards the message and clicking it.

“Watch it alone,” the sultry voice purred, blowing hot air to his cheek. “Don’t forget your earphones. It’s for your eyes and ears only.”

Yunho put on the earphones Jaejoong had given him (as a gift) before reading the e-mail. There was no text in the message, only an attachment in the form of a video. He nodded at the bartender who came with his drink. After the bartender was gone again and making sure no one was watching him, Yunho clicked on the attachment.

Automatically, his VLC Player window popped up. In an instant, Jaejoong’s beautiful face appeared on the screen. Smiling, Yunho clicked the screen twice, maximising the window until Jaejoong filled up his screen.

Smiling contently, Jaejoong adjusted the camera a bit before putting down his hands and peering at the lens. According to Jaejoong, he had recorded this before Yunho returned home from work the previous night, but had kept it a secret until that morning. It was a surprise, Jaejoong had said. On the monitor, Jaejoong smacked his lips before smiling.

“Hi, Yunho-yah!” he greeted, waving excitedly. Warmth filled Yunho when Jaejoong’s voice came out from the earphones. “I know you’re on your business trip now. I made this for you, just in case I’m too busy to answer your calls. Then you can just watch me on this, okay?”

“Okay.” Yunho chuckled. Jaejoong really amazed him. Everything about him –the way he talked, thought, acted and reasoned –was exciting and fun. Ever since Yunho knew Jaejoong and fell in love with him, the word ‘boring’ became extinct in his life.

“Baby, I love you,” Jaejoong confessed, pouting. “Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, remember me. Remember me and miss me all the time, you hear?” He feigned a threatening tone, wagging a finger.

Jaejoong talked on for five minutes, listing all the things he was going to do when Yunho wasn’t around and then listing all the things he were going to do with (and to) Yunho when he comes back. Yunho listened patiently, loving every second of Jaejoong’s chatter.

“Before you get back to work again,” Jaejoong muttered, tilting his head slightly, “I want to tell you something.”

Yunho blinked. Tell him something? Jaejoong took the trouble of recording him a video so that he could tell him something?

Jaejoong inched backwards, reached into the front of his t-shirt and pulled out a black rectangular pendant. “Remember this?” he asked, holding up the accessory to the camera. “You gave this to me for our anniversary last week. I really like it. You always say I look good wearing this.”

Yunho nodded, recalling the moment very well.

“Thank you.” Jaejoong smiled fondly, before a frown marred his features. “But there is a BIG problem. After a few days, I realised that although this pendant is gorgeous, it doesn’t match any of my clothes!”

Well, Yunho raised an eyebrow, that was a surprise. Jaejoong had never mentioned this before. If Jaejoong disliked the pendant, Yunho could always change it.

“But don’t worry!” Jaejoong exclaimed, waving his hands dismissively. “I’ve figured out a solution. Since my pendant and my clothes don’t match, one of them has to go. And since I’d never ever throw away something you gave me...” He trailed off, moving backwards some more until Yunho could see his upper body, clad in a white top and a red-and-black striped cardigan. His fingers toyed with the button of his cardigan. “Guess I have no choice but to take off my clothes.”

With a grin, Jaejoong jumped onto his feet and stood at a distance where the camera caught his body –everything between his neck and knees. Suddenly a catchy song played in the background, and Jaejoong swayed his hips to the beat, his body moving to side to side as he fully unbuttoned his cardigan and slipped it off his shoulders and down his arms.

Yunho felt a tightening at his groin. Oh, he knew what Jaejoong was doing. He quickly checked his surroundings again, relieved that his colleagues were still too busy to notice him. When his eyes jumped back to the screen, Jaejoong had pushed up his white T-shirt until they bunched around his chest, free hand feeling up his toned tummy.

Then the t-shirt was gone. The black pendant was a nice contrast to his fair skin. Yunho inwardly agreed that the pendant looked better against his skin compared to with any other clothing. The black jewellery enunciated Jaejoong’s broad shoulders and chest, highlighting the dip at his sternum and the deeper groove at the base of his chest.

Gaze fixed onto the camera, Jaejoong ran his fingers along the thin chain hanging by his neck. He sent Yunho an appealing, flirty smile, biting on his lower lip to intensify the effect. He walked towards the camera and bent over until his face filled up Yunho’s laptop screen again. With a lick of his lips, he made Yunho squirm.

“What do you think, baby? Does your gift look good on me?” he slurred, touching the black stone gingerly. “What was that? You can’t make up your mind?” He pursed his lips, pretending to look vexed. “Well, maybe you need my pants off too before you can form a just judgement.”

Returning to his spot, Jaejoong fell back into rhythm, rolling his hips and the zipper of his jeans came undone. His black underwear peeked through the zip, showing itself more and more as the jeans slid down Jaejoong’s hipbones. As much as Yunho wanted to see the jeans come off, Jaejoong was not in a hurry. He took his time gyrating to the music, letting his jeans descend without assistance from his hands.

Jaejoong turned around so that he had his back facing the camera. His lower half still moving, he lifted his arms and linked his hands above his head. When he moved his shoulders, the muscles on his back rippled, causing his shoulder blades to jerk a bit.

Yunho’s eyes hungrily studied his lover’s silhouette, from his wide chest to his slim waist to his baby-soft buttocks. Now he really wanted Jaejoong to take those damn jeans off.

He was abruptly interrupted when a colleague shouted his name. Quickly closing the video and glancing from the laptop, Yunho croaked out a reply. “What?”

“We have to board the plane now,” his colleague said. “Let’s go before we miss the flight.”

Yunho dolefully closed all the applications and switched off his laptop. He paused for a second before tugging the earphones from his ears, returning them to their pouch and keeping them inside his bag. “Maybe missing the flight wouldn’t be such a bad idea,” he mumbled to himself as he followed everyone towards the terminal gate.

He couldn’t wait to get to the privacy of a hotel room. He looked forward to finishing that video.

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[Fic] Quite Sweet Things - Chapter 5

Fri, 08 May 2009 16:28:50 GMT

Title: Quite Sweet Things
Author: Isami
Length: Chaptered, 5/?
Rating: PG (for now)
Genre: Romance, Drama, Medical Drama
Setting: Jung Yunho MD Universe
Summary: Dr Kim Jaejoong returns home after four years of being away.
Beta: orionsroad ♥

Prologue + Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4

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A/N: Hello, Isami here. In case there are new readers out there who don't know me, I am not a medical school student or anyone with experience in the medical field, so I cannot guarantee that all the facts in this fic are accurate. Sometimes I purposely fudge the facts to achieve the intended effect. Yehsung's case had been adopted from the 'Pilot' episode of 'House'. The diagnoses and symptoms are based on that episode. Please be informed that 'House' also manipulated the facts in this case. Heechul's case was based on a real life case.

The first version of this chapter was much shorter, so I added one more scene to make it more than 4000 words. This chapter is still short compared to the previous ones, though. D: Sorry about that. I hope you'll enjoy this update. Any mistakes or errors are my responsibility and I apologise for them. ^^;;

QUITE/SWEET/THINGS**CHAPTER/5

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“We managed to resuscitate him quickly,” reported Changmin as he and Yunho hurried towards the discussion room with long, brisk steps. “I’ve told Yoochun hyung. He has gone to examine Yehsung. I don’t know why the steroids stopped working. I was about ready to dismiss him!”

“Maybe the steroids didn’t stop working. Maybe they’re just revealing another symptom we didn’t notice before,” said Yunho as they filed into the discussion room, where Junsu and Yoochun were already waiting for them.

“Junsu and I gave him a brief physical exam just now,” said Yoochun. “He can see again. The blindness is intermittent. Whatever he has, it’s going deeper into his brain stem.”

“Is Jaejoong hyung still in surgery?” Junsu asked Yunho, who nodded. “Good. We don’t need him to know that his friend is sick again, okay?”

“So we have a few hours to figure out what Yehsung really has and fix him,” Yunho muttered, heading to the whiteboard and grabbing a marker pen. “Let’s start from the beginning. He came here because he had a seizure.”

He wrote SEIZURE on the white board.

“After he woke up, we confirmed that he suffered from severe headaches, vomiting and nausea,” said Yoochun. Yunho added the three symptoms on the board.

“The CT scans showed minor inflammation of his cerebral ventricles,” Changmin recalled. “If we were right about the hydrocephalus, there would be increased intracranial pressure, which explains the three symptoms Yoochun hyung mentioned.”

“So what caused the hydrocephalus?” Yunho asked. “What caused Yehsung’s brain to enlarge like an overblown balloon?”

“Inflammation of the brain is usually caused by an autoimmune reaction,” explained Junsu. “The steroids did something. I’m just not sure whether it made Yehsung better or worse.”

“Maybe he picked up a bug somewhere,” Yunho conjectured, pacing in front of the white board. “Or from something he ate.”

“The hospital food is clean,” Changmin pointed out. “Even the cafeteria is hygienic. Maybe we should look around his home.”

“Cafeteria, cafeteria,” Yunho mumbled under his breath, deep in thought.

“Searching through his home would take too much time,” Junsu bemoaned, “but since we don’t have any other leads—“

The three of them almost jumped out of their skins when Yunho suddenly rapped the white board with the marker pen.

“He ate ham!” he cried out, much to his employees’ confusion.

“Who?” Yoochun asked.

“Yehsung!” Yunho replied. “He ate a ham sandwich for lunch at the cafeteria yesterday.”

“The cafeteria food is clean,” Changmin reminded, but Yunho waved at him dismissively.

“If Yehsung eats ham, he eats pork. Where there’s pork, there’s neurocysticercosis.”

“You think he has a tapeworm in his brain because he eats pork?” Junsu raised an eyebrow sceptically.

“It fits!” Yunho exclaimed. “When someone eats pork that is not properly cleaned, he ingests live tapeworm larvae. The larvae cling onto the small intestine and live there for several years. Like most other living creatures, the tapeworms reproduce. They produce up to 30000 eggs per day. These eggs, unlike the larvae, can penetrate the walls of the small intestine and enter the bloodstream. Where does the bloodstream go?”

“Everywhere,” Changmin answered. “Including the brain.”

Yunho nodded. “When a tapeworm egg hatches in the brain, it immediately clings onto the organ. It coats itself with a wall that makes the body’s immune system unable to identify it as an intruder.”

“So what happened?” asked Yoochun. “The worm got sick?”

“Pretty close,” said Yunho. “It’s dying. As it dies, it loses the ability to control the host’s immune system. The body attacks the worm, causing everything to swell.”

“And that explains everything,” said Junsu excitedly. “Giving steroids to someone with a tapeworm can cause adverse autoimmune reactions, just like what happened to Yehsung.”

“But we better confirm it,” Changmin suggested. “We can’t afford messing this up again. Is there a way to prove that Yehsung has a tapeworm in his brain?”

“Tapeworm larvae can also be found in skeletal muscles,” answered Yunho. “We can do an X-ray of his thigh. If he has one there, he’d have one in his brain.”

As the three doctors rushed out of the room to get straight to work, Yunho flopped onto a chair and held his head between his hands. He was a bit dizzy, but he was glad that he had figured everything out. It was only by coincidence that he had seen Yehsung at the cafeteria the day before. Even if he had seen the guy, Yunho would not have paid him a second glance if the journalist had not been sitting with Jaejoong. If he hadn’t been with the oncologist, Yunho would not have come close enough to see what Yehsung was eating.

It was all a fantastic coincidence.

Yunho leaned back against the chair, deciding not to think about how convoluted his mind was. He had solved two cases in a day; he was ready to pass out in relief.

~*~*~

As Heechul was wheeled to the recovery area, Jaejoong exited the operation theatre, wincing as his body had to quickly get used to the warm air. The operation theatre was very cold, the temperature as low as 16 degrees Celsius, so no matter how hard he worked, he could not sweat. Once out of the room, though, he immediately felt his face going damp. He had to take off his mask and cap in order to breathe properly.

The rest of the surgical team bowed at him before leaving for the changing rooms. After everyone had gone, Jaejoong went to the sink to wash his hands, taking the time to catch his breath. He had never expected to have to perform a surgery during his first week at a new hospital. Although he still needed time to adjust to the new work place and staff, he was glad to finally be able to use his experience and the skills he had learned overseas back home.

Jaejoong smiled at the thought of Heechul. The artist would be able to regain his sight and not lose his career. After spending six hours with Heechul during the surgery, Jaejoong felt a close connection with the other man now, especially after knowing that they were linked via a person who meant a lot to both of them.

After patting his hands dry, Jaejoong turned to the exit but halted when he saw Yunho standing in the doorway. The door swung closed behind the physician as he walked into the room and shoved his hands into his coat pockets.

They stared at each other for a minute, Jaejoong trying to make sense of Yunho’s presence while the latter waited for the right moment to speak.

“Hey,” Yunho greeted, just to break the silence.

Jaejoong blinked rapidly before clearing his throat and regaining composure. ‘Heechul. He must be here to see Heechul.’ “Um, Heechul is at recovery.”

“I know,” replied Yunho. “I was watching you.”

“You were?” The oncologist fidgeted, smiling nervously at the floor. He could not explain the warmth he felt in his chest. “I didn’t notice.”

Yunho was quiet for a moment when he gazed thoughtfully at Jaejoong, who adamantly avoided looking at him directly. “I came to tell you about Yehsung.”

In an instant, Jaejoong’s head snapped up and his eyes widened. “What about Yehsung?” he demanded. “Is he all right?”

“He has neurocysticercosis. He had another seizure five hours ago. Yoochun and the rest took an X-ray of his thigh and found tapeworm larvae.”

“Tapeworm? You... you mean it’s not cerebral vasculitis?”

Yunho shook his head. “He is going to be fine.”

Jaejoong coughed out a chuckle before a broad smile pulled on his lips. He raced to the door, stopping beside the physician. His hands came up – as though for a hug – only to stop in front of Yunho’s shoulders before being quickly pulled to clasp behind Jaejoong’s back. The oncologist muttered a “Thank you” before zipping through the door and down the hall.

~*~*~

“That’s a tapeworm?” Yehsung asked hoarsely, squinting at the X-ray Yoochun was holding up in front of him. “And I have another one of those in my brain?”

“Yup,” answered Changmin, fetching a bottle of drinking water from a table. He uncapped it and handed it to Yehsung. Junsu entered soon after, carrying a bottle of pills and a small plastic cup. The immunologist dropped two white pills into the cup and passed it to Changmin, who gave it to the patient.

Yehsung eyed the pills incredulously. “Two pills?”

“Albendazole. Three times a day, every day,” Yoochun explained. “After meals. Side effects may include nausea, headaches, seizures and abdominal pain.”

“But we’ll still make you take the pills even if you get every single one of those,” Junsu said with a broad smile.

Yehsung brought the cup to his lips, tipped the pills down his throat and swallowed them with water. Putting the bottled water and empty cup away, he anxiously glanced around the room in search of something. Seeing this, Changmin fetched Yehsung’s camera from the stool behind him and handed it back to its owner.

“You’re lucky it’s not broken,” he commented as the journalist switched the device on. “It has a few scratches on it because it fell, but it’s still functioning.”

As a sign of gratitude, Yehsung took pictures of the three doctors. “I wanted to thank Dr Jung, but he never came again,” he muttered at last, staring sadly at his camera. Then he smiled and held the camera out to Changmin, who stared back bemusedly.

“Take it,” the journalist urged. “As a gift.”

“But you love that camera!” Junsu protested.

Yehsung shook his head. “I can always get a new one. I want someone who values photographs as much as I do to have this.”

Changmin accepted the gift, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Use it to take pictures of everything and everyone you love,” said Yehsung. “Leave no room for regrets. If you do, you’ll have no one to blame except yourself.”

Junsu and Yoochun sensed that Yehsung was directing his message to the youngest among them. They spared Changmin a glance, just to see what his reaction was. The pathologist bit his lower and shivered for a second, but he quickly regained his cool composure. He bowed respectfully at Yehsung and thanked him for the gift.

“I’ll take good care of it,” he promised. “I’ll send you the photos once I’ve developed them.”

A loud crash erupted and a groan ensued when something hard collided with a pane of glass. The occupants of the room quickly turned to look at what had cause the bang, and gasped when they saw Jaejoong opening the door, jadedly rubbing his forehead.

“Whose idea was it to have transparent doors?” Jaejoong bemoaned, unsteadily making his way towards Yehsung’s bed, still wearing his scrubs. Once he was close enough, he swung his arms around his friend and squeezed him as tightly as his weary body allowed.

“Yunho told me everything,” he informed Yehsung, who hugged him back. “I’m so glad you’re going to be cured for real now.”

“Thanks.” Yehsung gently pushed the oncologist away and held his shoulders at arms’ length. “I never thought I’d say this to you, Jaejoong, but you look horrible.”

Jaejoong burst out laughing. The deep bags under his eyes could not be missed. His sunken cheeks made his cheek bones more prominent and his face was very pale. “I was just so glad that the surgery went well and you’re healthy again that I didn’t even look at myself before rushing here.”

Junsu placed a hand between Jaejoong’s shoulder blades soothingly. “You should change and get some rest. We’ll keep Yehsung company.”

“Where’s Yunho?” inquired Yoochun.

“I think he’s with Heechul,” answered Jaejoong, rubbing his right eye as he got to his feet. “I better go before I pass out in front of you guys.” He snickered, waving at his friends. Then he walked out the door (careful not to slam into it again) and headed to his office.

“Is this a happy ending?” Yehsung quipped.

Junsu, Yoochun and Changmin glanced at each other and shared knowing smiles.

“Not yet,” the youngest doctor answered confidently, “but we have a way to make it happen.”

~*~*~

At sunset, Yehsung’s friends from work came to visit him. Changmin got bullied into driving all the way down the street to buy dinner for the entire department. Junsu cleverly pointed out that Changmin should not have complained since there were only four of them.

After talking with Jaejoong, Yunho had gone to accompany Heechul at the recovery area. Heechul had not woken up, but his condition was stable. The anaesthetist told Yunho to get some rest and visit the artist at his ward the next morning.

Instead of going back to his office, Yunho took another route and stopped in front of someone else’s office. He knocked a few times. When no one came to open the door, he tentatively turned the doorknob and peeked inside.

The office was empty.

Closing the door, Yunho wondered where the person might be. He walked down the corridor, hands inside his coat pockets, absently nodding at the nurses who greeted him. He stopped a few of them to ask a question: “Have you seen him?”, but none of them gave him any satisfactory answers.

But Sooyoung had been observant. She had seen the person Yunho was looking for entering the doctors’ lounge. She told the physician this and pointed in that direction. She smiled when Yunho thanked her, and that smile remained on her face throughout the night.

When Yunho poked his head into the doctor’s lounge, he didn’t see anyone. He entered anyway. As he slowly closed the door behind him, he heard some light snoring.

Yunho walked around the couch and found a blonde-haired oncologist lying in the foetal position on it, sound asleep.

Resisting the urge to laugh, Yunho bit his lower lip and tentatively tried to squeeze himself into the narrow space on the couch that was not occupied by Jaejoong. He carefully adjusted his legs so that he wouldn’t hit Jaejoong in the head every time one of them moved.

Thankfully, he managed to accomplish that without waking Jaejoong up. This was an amazing feat, considering that Jaejoong’s head was about an inch away from his thigh. Yunho leaned forward slightly and used his fingers to gently brush strands of blonde hair away from Jaejoong’s forehead. He accidentally touched Jaejoong’s skin and was worried to find it cold. The operation theatre must have been freezing.

Carefully and gingerly, Yunho brushed Jaejoong’s cheek with his thumb, hoping to warm the man up at least a little. Jaejoong must have liked it, because he made a low humming sound deep in his throat and stirred in his sleep. His movement caused him to slide towards Yunho and as a result, his head bumped against Yunho’s thigh.

That instantly woke him up.

Yunho quickly withdrew his hand as Jaejoong drowsily collected himself. The oncologist got up into a sitting position, yawning. It took him a moment to realise he had company. When he did, he cried out in surprise.

“Sorry. Did I wake you up?” Yunho said softly, smiling at Jaejoong’s dishevelled look.

Jaejoong quickly rubbed his face with his hands and ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to make himself look more presentable.

“Hi,” he said awkwardly, hands still raking through his blonde locks. “Um, I wanted to make some toast. I was waiting for the toaster when I, um...” He peered behind the couch and saw two brown breads sticking out of the toaster. They probably had been that way for a while. “I bet they are already cold by now,” he added ruefully, chuckling to himself.

Yunho brought himself closer to the centre of the couch, closer to Jaejoong. Jaejoong gulped when Yunho took his hand, but since he did not recoil or slap his hand away, Yunho felt it was safe to speak. “I want to thank you for what you did for Heechul. You were amazing.”

Jaejoong sighed, apparently in relief, before smiling back. “You’re welcome. Thank you for saving Yehsung.”

“I’m sorry for acting like a jerk to you,” Yunho said, tightening his grip around Jaejoong’s hand slightly to convey his regret. “I don’t know what got into me. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s all right,” the oncologist muttered, subconsciously stroking the back of Yunho’s hand with his thumb. “I know you’re stressed.”

“Let me make it up to you.” Jaejoong was about to shake his head, but Yunho insisted. “I’m serious. Let me have the honour of driving you home tonight.”

Jaejoong raised an eyebrow at the physician dubiously. Then he chuckled. “What kind of an honour is that?”

“A big one.” Yunho reached for Jaejoong’s other hand and pouted. “Please?”

Jaejoong could not help but smile. Who knew that Yunho could still be adorable after all those years? He finally relented and nodded.

Yunho broke into a huge grin. The corners of his eyes were wrinkled a bit and his face had gotten thinner, but there was no doubt in Jaejoong’s mind that this was the same smile he had fallen in love with over and over again. Something in his chest clenched, and he was temporarily swept away by memories of their blissful relationship (which was now over, thanks to him) that he didn’t notice Yunho slinking even closer.

One of their clasped hands separated. Yunho lifted his now-free right hand and touched Jaejoong’s jaw. Jaejoong did not want to look directly into Yunho’s eyes, so he dropped his gaze onto his lips. He saw Yunho’s mouth coming closer and he realised, to his horror, that he was tilting his chin up as well, reducing the distance between their faces even more.

He felt Yunho’s breath on his face and closed his eyes. It was soothing. Yunho’s warmth was relaxing. He felt like falling asleep again, hopefully more peacefully this time. It was hard to think about guilt, pain or years worth of loneliness when Yunho was so close and it felt so good. When a pair of lips tenderly brushed his cheek, Jaejoong sighed in contentment, his lethargy momentarily forgotten.

The spell was broken by the ringtone of a phone.

While Yunho seemed to have tuned out everything else, the sudden noise made Jaejoong jump. He clumsily pushed Yunho away and pointed at his pocket, where the music was coming from. The ringtone grew louder as Yunho struggled to secure a grip around the device with his shaking hand. He managed to keep a finger steady enough to press a button, putting an abrupt end to the music.

“What?” the physician growled into his phone. The frustration in his voice almost made Jaejoong blush.

“Dinner? Now?” Yunho glanced at his wristwatch and sighed. “Okay, I’ll be there. Jaejoong? Yeah, he’s here,” he said, looking at the oncologist, who raised his eyebrows at him. “Sure. We’re on our way.”

“Who was that?” Jaejoong asked as soon as the call ended.

“Yoochun. He said Changmin has bought dinner for all of us. He told me to bring you along. Let’s go.”

Yunho pulled Jaejoong to his feet. Before they reached the door, Jaejoong halted. Yunho turned around to tell him to hurry, but fell silent when he saw Jaejoong eyeing their clasped hands with trepidation.

Flushed, he quickly let go of Jaejoong’s hand. “Sorry,” he spluttered awkwardly.

Jaejoong sent him a tiny smile. “It’s okay. Let’s go.”

Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin were thrilled to see Jaejoong arriving together with Yunho. Changmin had bought a feast, claiming that he deserved a reward for surviving his first night as a new member of the Diagnostic Medicine department. Yunho was more cooperative this time, patiently putting up with his employees’ noisy ramblings and childish bickering. Yoochun sang silly songs, acting like he was drunk when he actually wasn’t. Junsu refused to act as foolish as his colleague, but eventually caved in after Yoochun kept bugging him. Changmin took photos with a camera that Jaejoong thought looked identical to Yehsung’s.

Changmin had figured out how to use the camera’s timer, so he quickly yelled at everyone to get ready as he carefully placed the device on the table. He pressed the shutter and raced around the table to join the other four. He went behind Jaejoong’s chair and leaned his head against the oncologist’s. Jaejoong grinned widely, trying hard not to laugh as his friends huddled around him in front of the camera.

Jaejoong may not have been part of the team, but he was definitely an indispensable part of the family.

~*~*~

“Yehsung is going to be dismissed tomorrow,” said Yunho. “He says he wants to go back to work soon.”

“That’s great,” Jaejoong remarked, stuffing a few files into his bag. “I’m sorry I can’t say the same about Heechul. He has to stay here for at least a week.”

“I know.”

Yunho was leaning against the wall right next to the door. When the door opened to reveal Kibum, the young doctor was surprised to see the physician there. He was carrying a green canvas bag, which looked heavy.

“Hey, Kibum,” Jaejoong said, zipping up his bag. “Why aren’t you heading home yet?”

“Dr Lee told me to deliver these to all Department Heads,” Kibum replied, thrusting a hand into the canvas bag and taking out an envelope, which he handed to Jaejoong. “You get one too,” he told Yunho, giving him a similar envelope.

“I never knew you ran errands for Soo Man,” remarked Yunho.

Kibum grimaced. “It’s not like I can say no, can I?” After bidding farewell, he left to despatch the rest of the envelopes.

“I wonder what this is.” Jaejoong held up the envelope as he and Yunho walked towards the physician’s car.

“You can open it in the car,” Yunho said, taking out his keys. “My letter should be the same as yours.”

Jaejoong spent the entire journey trying to guess the content of the envelope. He had guessed that it contained a letter but failed to figure out what kind. He held the envelope without opening it until Yunho stopped the car in front of his apartment building.

“Just open it already,” said the physician, amused. “You won’t know what’s inside until you do.”

Jaejoong pouted indignantly. He tore the envelope open and took out a sheet of paper. He unfolded and scanned through it, eyes squinting in the scarce light. Yunho watched his irises going side to side as he read the text.

“It says here that Soo Man is opening a new medical centre on Jeju Island,” Jaejoong said, still perusing the letter. “All Departments Heads are required to attend the celebration dinner and launching ceremony. Attendance is compulsory.”

“We have to go to Jeju Island?” Yunho exclaimed incredulously. “When?”

“Next weekend. The flight tickets and hotel fees will be sponsored by the hospital. We’ll be staying for three days and two nights.” Jaejoong frowned, crestfallen. “Aw, Yoochun and I made plans to go look at cars next weekend!”

“It can’t be helped, since it’s compulsory.” Yunho shrugged. “I have to tell Yoochun and the rest about this. They’ll have to take turns being on-call when I’m not around.”

“I better inform my department too.” Jaejoong sighed, folding and returning the letter to its envelope. He shoved the envelope into his bag before turning to face Yunho. “Thank you for the lift. See you tomorrow.”

Jaejoong reached for the door handle. He did not leave immediately though. Instead, he turned in his seat and faced Yunho again. “Could you do something for me?”

“Yes?”

“Can you pick me up tomorrow?”

Yunho was so happy that he burst out laughing, but he quickly stopped himself by clearing his throat. “Of course,” he replied. “Now go up to your apartment. I’ll call you.”

Jaejoong beamed at him. “Thanks. Good night.”

Yunho nodded and wished him good night too. Jaejoong climbed out of the car and waved at the physician before slamming the door closed. As he walked towards the building, he did not need to look over his shoulder to know that Yunho was still at the gate, watching him.

In his apartment, Jaejoong changed into something more casual and brushed his teeth. He washed his face and wiped it with a towel before rushing to the bedroom. He threw himself onto the bed, just in time to hear his cell phone ringing.

He waited for two more rings before accepting the call. “What took you so long?” he frivolously whined, lying prone on the mattress and swinging his feet in the air.

“I just got home,” Yunho claimed, defending himself. “Hey, listen to this.”

Jaejoong heard some random noise at first. Then the noise abated, replaced with a string of musical notes. Jaejoong recognised the sound and quickly propped himself up on his elbows.

“Is that a piano?” he cried out. “You can play the piano?”

“Yes. Do you like it?”

Yunho sounded very proud of himself, as he should, because Jaejoong felt he played beautifully. Jaejoong rolled onto his back and closed his eyes, enjoying the soothing music. “I hate you,” he whispered fondly, earning a chuckle from Yunho, who continued to play.

The apartment still felt empty. The bed still seemed too big for him. But for some reason, he didn’t feel lonely anymore.

=tbc=

A/N: OK! Phew, the medical cases are over. @_@ As you can see, Heechul and Yehsung's illnesses are not connected. It was just a coincidence that they both passed out at the same place and time. The only similarity between both cases is that they have something to do with the brain. Like Yunho said, it was all a fantastic coincidence xD. ~~I'm sorry I'm so fail at writing medical cases. Writing them is as stressful as hell.~~

I'm going back to uni next week. Knowing this kills off my mood and makes me sad. D: Still, I hope you're happy with this update. ^__^ I still have about 3 more long chapter to write. *sighs* Please wish me luck and leave a comment. It'll really mean something to me, and I really do take your comments into consideration to write the later chapters. I need feedback because I'm not really familiar with writing romantic drama =P. Thank you for reading. ♥

Disclaimer: The characters are people with their own rights. This is just a fictional piece done for entertainment purposes. The idea of this universe was inspired by the show 'House', which was created by David Shore.

[Pimp] Another Godsend Illustration!

Sun, 03 May 2009 04:56:14 GMT

shigai has earned my (read: our) love again by drawing the Yunjae scene from Godsend: Chapter 5.

This is her second Godsend illustration after the JaeShik scene from Chapter 10: Part II.

Godsend readers, please check it out and leave a comment (because she's awesome like that, yo). If you can't view it, just join her comm, jumotic. You won't regret it xD

She, along with other Godsend fans, is another godsend to me. =D

*gets shot for that lame joke*