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On The Red Couch (SMM Universe) YunJae: Chapter Twenty-Six

Title: On The Red Couch ♥
Pairing: YunJae (with some YooSu and Min7en)
Chapter: Twenty-Six
Chapter Rating: NC-17ish (Lime)
Genre: Slash/Relationship
Author: wedspawn

Part One: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Se7en, 8, 9, 10, 11

Part Two: 12, 13 (Extremely Mature Content), 14, 15, 16, Comments Regarding Storyline , Se7enteen, 18, 19, 20, 21 (Lemon)

Part Three: 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, Twenty-Se7en (LEMON), 28, 29, 30, 31, 32 (LEMON), 33, 34, 35, 36, Thirty-Se7en, 38, 39, 40 (Final)

Summary: Hot Korean boys. Sex. Dancing and some angry words. Not necessarily in that order. Not necessarily in each section. Final Book in SMM series.

The edge of his phone felt warm pressed against the throbbing ache on Jae’s temple. His conversation with Se7en left him more confused than relieved and his stomach grumbled, loudly proclaiming to anyone within a few miles that it was empty.

“Stop that,” He scolded his belly. “People are going to think you’re Changmin.”

The grumbling continued, unaffected by Jae’s annoyance. Thinking back of older days, he admitted the pinched feeling in his gut had been worse… much worse during his training. Then he’d scraped off leftovers from diners’ plates and prayed no one would spot him sneaking handfuls of cold, air-hardened rice into his mouth before he dumped the rest of it in the trash. He’d been beaten across the head and back more than once when he’d been caught but he’d only grown more stealthy and wearing things with larger pockets so he could hide drier foods in a napkin and walk out with his trousers with enough to carry him over until the next day.

Some nights were lean and on those evenings, he’d fallen asleep sucking on the edge of his finger to sustain him, cuddled up tight in an old puffy sleeping bag he’d taken out of a dumpster. Jae smiled, remembering the smell of cat urine drifting up from one corner, the foul scent increasing in pungency as the weather heated up.

“I ate this morning,” He mumbled to himself but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what it was they’d had.


Their youngest was a problem, difficult to solve and easy to love. Most of the time he was prickly, on edge with an overabundance of intelligence unbalanced by an intense curiosity. It was going to be that curiosity that would lead him to ruin or joy. For his sake…and Se7en’s, Jae hoped it would be the latter.

“What do I do with you, little brother? And how the hell do I get Yunho out of your way?”

The phone’s ring startled him, frightening Jaejoong from his thoughts. He’d registered the number under a different name, as far from his own as possible. After a few incidents with fans, he needed to be overly cautious. Staring at the number, Jaejoong frowned and slid the cell open.

Tentatively, he answered, “Hello?”


It was a woman, unfamiliar but with overtones of affection and a hint of someone dear to him. She spoke Korean, a soft lilting welcome sound in the harsh Japanese world Jaejoong lived in. He didn’t know her but he’d spent time wiping the tears of a man who loved her intensely.

“Mrs. Jung,” Instinctively, he ducked his head as she could see his courtesy. “Um…. Yunho…”

“I need to speak with you, Jaejoong,” Her Korean was formal but affectionate, a tone used for a son-in-law. “I… cannot speak with Yunho.”

“Eh?” Jaejoong frowned, trying to remember the last time his lover spoke with him about his home. The news usually was rarely shared of late, even less so in the midst of emotional upheaval he’d tossed in Yunho’s life. “I’ve… not heard anything. He’s not said anything.”

“No, I don’t imagine that he would,” She replied. “He would want to protect you from his father… from my husband.”

“Protect me? How?”

“What do you know about a favour Yunho asked of his father?” Mrs. Jung asked carefully, probing into Jae’s heart. “To help you with…that man named Kimura.”

“What do you mean… help with?” Hearing his nightmare’s name twice in one hour stopped Jaejoong’s heart, stilling it in a cold ice. “Kimura is…oh God… oh my God! Mrs. Jung, please tell me Yunho had nothing to do with that man’s death. Please.”

It was a horrific idea. Even with what Kimura had done to him, Jaejoong didn’t want his blood to be on Yunho’s hands. Flashing back to something Gackt said, Jaejoong’s fear grew; Sometimes, the victim or their family wants to exact revenge. And as Confucius pointed out; Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. Losing Yunho to the soul-death of revenge would be worse than anything Kimura could have imagined doing to him.

“Please, Mrs. Jung,” Jaejoong begged. “If Yunho did something… if he was a part of Kimura’s death, then Kimura has succeeded in taking everything from me.”

“No, no,” She exclaimed. “Yunho… no, if I’d even thought my husband would… I would kill him first, Jaejoong. I would never let him take my son into that darkness. Yunho is something…someone special. I will protect him with every breathe I have in me. It is why I called you… why I needed to talk to you.”

“What has happened?”

“My husband arranged for Kimura’s activities to be exposed and left it to Yunho to remove him from your life. I wish I’d known about this beforehand but… I discovered my husband speaking with a woman.”

“A woman?” Jaejoong’s confusion grew.

“She is Japanese. A… loose woman that he uses to… she’s an associate,” The woman said, her voice now strained. “She is effective but ruthless. I am sure she has criminal ties but I’ve never… looked at it. What my husband does…as long as it doesn’t affect the family… is none of my business. If he wants to traffic with a criminal element, then so be it. I just ask that nothing he does is illegal.”

“Has he? Done something illegal?” He asked carefully.

“No, he has done something unconscionable.” Her anger was hot and the flash of it reminded Jaejoong of Yunho’s. He’d always thought his lover got his temper from his father. He’d been wrong. “He has used my son’s pain to separate Yunho from me. It took me some time but… I am done with him. I need to have my son in my life. His father has forced his hand for the last time. For his help with Kimura, my husband forced Yunho to choose between you and me. And he chose you.”

“Oh…” His words fled, chased by the cold fire in his heart. “No, I can’t…he can’t. Not you. Not his mother. No, Mrs. Jung…”

“You see, Jaejoong, that is why I fully believe … why I believe now that Yunho made the right…choice in loving you. His heart chose well. He chose someone worthy of his love.” Her voice held a smile, a soft wispy chiffon of affection covering her bitterness. “He may have made Yunho choose between you and me — and I support his choice, Jaejoong. He loves you. I hear it in his letters when he talks about you. He never says it. I’ve not heard him say that he loves you since that.. day at the hotel. And that’s what my husband has done that is criminal.”

Her sigh darkened, brining her voice with the silver of a storm. “That is why I had to walk away from my husband, Kim Jaejoong. Because I cannot stand to be loved by a man who would make his own son choose between his loves and forces Yunho to be ashamed of the one that he’s chosen. I want to hear my son say that he loves you. I want to see him hold you in public, without fear. Without recrimination. I want to see him celebrate his successes with the one person… the one man who brings a smile to his soul. And that is you.”


“Yunho,” Jaejoong tried to keep his thoughts from wandering down the wicked path. The man’s mouth was incredible. Searing hot on his already warm skin, Yunho’s tongue tickled and licked long lines along Jaejoong’s belly. His lover’s strong hands held Jaejoong’s wrists down, keeping the singer pinned to the bed with the length of his body sprawled over Jae’s legs. Writhing, Jae tried to struggle out of his welcome imprisonment, wanting to talk but unable to do more than moan loudly.

“Shhhh,” Yunho mumbled, finding the dip of Jae’s navel. The cold kiss of gold was gone, an irritation on Yunho’s nerves. Frowning, he left a kiss behind and slid halfway to the nightstand before giving Jaejoong a stern look. “Stay there. Don’t move. I don’t want to have to chase you across the bed.”

He found what he was looking for in a small velvet box. Closing the jewelry case with a sharp click, Yunho half crawled, half slithered across the bed back to his lover, a predatory gleam in his lust-dark eyes. The glint of metal pinched between his fingers hid in the shadow of his palm when he curled his hand into a fist, brushing his knuckles against the ridges of Jae’s sensitive stomach.

“God, look at you,” He said, breathless at the sight of his lover sprawled over the bed’s blood red sheets.

Jaejoong always looked delicate, something broken off from an angel’s grace and fallen through a moonlit night into Yunho’s life. Spread out over their bed, his pale, naked body flushed Yunho’s desire from the recesses of his crotch, enflaming the corners of his mind. He cupped Jae’s face, feeling the man’s bones under his hand. Tightening his fingers on Jae’s jaw, he gripped hard, the flesh bitten down with the fierceness of his hold. Jaejoong’s mouth opened, a voiceless plea for Yunho’s possession.

“You drive me…crazy,” Yunho bent over, whispering into Jaejoong’s open mouth. He held the man’s face still, ignoring the grinding of Jae’s hips against his belly. The press of Jae’s wet tipped sex thrilled him. With a touch of his hand and a brush of his lips, he could excite the young man nearly to release. Staring up at his lover, he smiled at the rawness of Jae’s deep brown eyes turned nearly black with excitement. “I tell you that all the time, but I don’t think you understand it… the insanity you leave in me when I see you.”

“Don’t say anything,” Yunho said, keeping his voice low. He spoke in a rough growl, drawn as tight as the sac pressed up in the hollow of his thighs. “I think if you say anything right now, I’m going to want to take you and there are some things I need to do first.”

“You… unman me. I swear to God I want to spend my life kissing you. I like knowing that your mouth is swollen from my lips and that there are places on your body that are purple from my teeth. I need that, baby. I need to have you feel me every time you move. I love seeing you in my clothes. I love seeing you naked underneath me. Most of all, I love watching your face when I move into you because then… I can see how crazy I make you. And that makes losing my sanity to your beauty worth it. Because seeing you… just seeing you.. makes me lose my mind. I love you that much, baby.”

Another kiss, barely a touch of his lips drew out another moan from Jae’s belly and Yunho used his free hand to touch at the man’s length, trailing his nails up over the ridge of Jae’s sex. His fingers damp from the pearly liquid of Jae’s body, he explored the man’s abdomen, circling around his bare navel.

Letting go of Jaejoong’s jaw, Yunho lowered his head and suckled around one of his lover’s nipples, pulling at the pert flesh until it swelled between his teeth. With Jae’s sex trapped between their bodies, Yunho felt every twitch of the young man’s desire as he bit down harder, driving Jae’s control nearly to its edge. The coppery taste of the singer’s areole whetted Yunho’s appetite for more and he moved over to the untouched plum coin on Jae’s chest and tickled it with the tip of his tongue.

“Put your hands under your back,” Yunho’s teeth sank in when Jae lay still under him. “Now, baby. Do it now.”

Tilting his hips up, Jaejoong slid his hands beneath him, rubbing himself slowly on Yunho’s belly. With his wrists trapped by his own weight, Jaejoong sighed and tilted his head back when Yunho covered him, pushing him further into the mattress. Unable to move more than a few inches, he captured his lower lip between his teeth, trying to keep his moans low but it was nearly impossible with the feel of Yunho’s mouth working over his chest.

“Yunho,” Jaejoong gasped when Yunho’s fingers gripped his sex’s head. The touch was gone as quickly as it descended, the man’s damp fingers traveling back up to his belly button. “What…?”

“Don’t talk until I ask you something,” Yunho growled and caught the ridge of Jae’s navel between his wet thumb and index finger. “Actually you know what pisses me off?”

Jaejoong shook his head, not trusting himself… or Yunho… if he replied out loud.

“I hate running my fingers over your stomach and finding it bare,” Yunho said calmly but the fire in his eyes warred with the placid roughness of his voice. “Why do you take this out all the time?”

“They… the stylists don’t… like it,” Jae gasped when Yunho’s mouth closed over his nipple, the man’s lips pressing the swollen nub with a painful tightness. “I…”

“I want you to leave it in,” He said, roaming down Jae’s belly until he reached the empty piercing. “If you need to take it out, then you come to me and I’ll take it out for you but then it goes right back in. I want you to always have something to remind you that you’re mine. That you belong to me, Jaejoong. I want to know that there is something of mine inside of you all the time because I can’t be. And if someone has a problem with that, you tell them to come to me and talk to me about it because I’m not going to let you stray from me again. Even if by accident, Jaejoong, I’m not going to let any part of your body, heart or soul wander off ever again.”

Moist with Jae’s seed, Yunho threaded the thick gold band he’d retrieved from the box through Jae’s belly pierce. The metal caught on the tender skin, the hole settling around the tissue from lack of use. Stretching it carefully, the skin was reluctant to give way under the press of the gold but Yunho was insistent, using Jae’s own fluids to slicken the way.

The band slid in with a pop and the sting of the skin giving way worked up Jae’s belly and into his nipples. Crying out softly, he churned under Yunho’s body, needing his lover to do something. The heat of Yunho against his bare skin was a torment, torturing his sex with the merest touch of Yunho’s thighs or the prickle of hair against the tip when Yunho’s straddle brought him in contact with his lover’s stiff, long shaft. The pound of blood along his length matched the rush of blood beating through his belly and ears, his thoughts lost under the primal drumming.

“Mine,” Yunho repeated as he sucked the juices from Jae’s belly ring. The gold glistened first with the salty spice of Jae’s body then with the sheen of Yunho’s tongue. Lapping at the seed he’d left on his lover’s stomach, Yunho smiled at the shudder working through Jaejoong’s body. “Leave it there, baby. Let me have that part of you…even if I have to share everything else.”
Tags: nc-17, otrc, yunjae
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