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Title: On The Red Couch ♥
Pairing: YunJae (with some YooSu and Min7en)
Chapter: Twenty-Eight
Chapter Rating: R
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.

“You let me fuck you before you told me about my mother?” Yunho’s wet face was painful for Jaejoong to see but the sight of the man’s tears numbed besides the anger in his voice. With hard flat eyes, he looked Jae up and down. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You…” Jae held his temper, holding his tongue tight against the roof of his mouth. There were murmurs in his mind, little whispers of anger winding out of the soft glow of his love for Yunho. The sharp barbs stabbed and dug in, whipping around in a frenzy in an attempt to get out and draw blood but he kept the words inside. He’d bleed out before hurting Yunho again. “I tried to talk to you. Do you remember me telling you we had to talk?”

“I can’t even look at you right now,” Yunho stood, tossing the phone onto the bed. “I’m so pissed off at you right now I could spit.”

The thorns bit in again and Jaejoong scored his teeth across his tongue, swallowing his pride and anger. Picking up a pillow and one of the fallen blankets, Jaejoong headed out to the living room, leaving Yunho behind. He’d barely tossed the linens onto the couch when the other man stomped out of their bedroom and down the hall.

“I was talking to you,” Yunho said, his teeth gritted together.

“No, you were yelling at me,” Jaejoong snapped back, then taking a breath in, he forced himself to be calm. “You…said you were mad. I was giving you some room.”

“I don’t want…” He paced around the love seat, coming quickly around the coffee table. Yunho’s hands were raised, nearly level with Jae’s shoulders and the singer tilted his chin up, warningly shooting his lover a stern look.

“You grab me and I’ll kick your ass,” Jaejoong said, holding his hand up to fend off Yunho’s advances. “Swear to God, I’ll take your balls and yank them off. I’m trying not to be pissed off so I left you in the room. Now, go away.”

“Why so you can call Gackt-kun? Or maybe go wake up Yoochun?”

The jealousy was cute when he wasn’t its target but standing in the middle of the living room with the soft, slightly painful ache of his lover still stretching his body, Jaejoong was in no mood to listen to Yunho’s envy. Picking up the pillow, he hefted its weight, debating how much damage he could do if he hit the other man across the head with it.

“You going to hit me with that?” Yunho challenged.

“I was thinking about it,” Jae admitted, dropping the pillow back onto the sofa. “But now, I think I’m going to tell you to fuck off and go to sleep. Change the sheets before you go to bed or you’ll end up sticking to them.”

“We’re not done.”

“I’m done,” He replied smoothly, slithering free from the waist of his drawstring pants. He let them drop to the floor, kicking them aside with his foot. Clothed only in his snug boxer-briefs, Jaejoong slid under the sheet he’d taken from their room floor and pulled it up to his chin. “Turn the hallway light off when you go back.”

“I said…” Yunho reached and Jaejoong turned, his snarl white in the living room’s darkness.

“Will the two of you decide either to fuck or fight?” Changmin grumbled sleepily from the hallway entrance, His hair stood up over his head, a fall of black hair covering his weary eyes. “Bam against the wall with the bed and then bam again with the door. Either keep me up with one or the other but not both.”

“He…” Yunho turned to their youngest, pointing a thumb back at Jaejoong. “This one kept my mother’s call from me.”

“You’re the one who needed to have sex before we could talk,” Jae pointed out dryly. “I’ve had sex. I’ve finished talking. Now I’m sleepy. Go away.”

“Are they fighting again?” Junsu mumbled, shuffling down the hall past Changmin.

If anything the singer looked more innocent half rumbled with sleep and mouth swollen from Yoochun’s kisses. Scrubbing his face, he blinked furiously at the uneven blobs of shadow and light in his way, forcing himself to focus his eyesight.

“Yes,” Min responded, moving his shoulder so the tenor could pass.

“Why?” Susu waved his hand in the air, dismissing the question. “Never mind. I’m going to make some juice and try to get back to sleep. I probably should bring back some juice for Chunnie. He’s going to wake up thirsty if he hears me drinking some and then push me out of the bed because he’s against the wall.”

“Should I wait for that bam too or is it going to be quieter?” Changmin sniped, rolling his eyes. “And Yunho, you just made up and Jaejoong told you something a little late. So what?”

“We didn’t just…”

“I heard you,” The young man replied. “The walls are thick and my bed is on the other far side of my room and I heard you.”

“People in China heard them,” Yoochun yawned, rubbing at his face. “Joongie-ah, next time, make sure Yunho closes the door.”

“Just deal with it,” Changmin ordered, moving aside again as Junsu came back. “We’re sick of it, hyung. If you have a problem with Jaejoong, pretend that you’re a man and deal with it quietly.”

“Oh, when he’s done being mad at Joongie-ah, he’s going to be mad at you, Min-Min.” Yoochun hooked his arm around his lover’s waist, inspecting the juice choices in the man’s hand. “Pomegranate? What does that taste like?”

“I don’t care if you get mad at me, Yunho. I just want to get some sleep.” Stalking after them, Changmin retreated to his room, his door closing behind him with a stern click.

“You sounded stupid,” Jaejoong said. “This one kept my mother’s call from me. You sound like a three year old. Stupid, stupid Yunho.”

“God you piss me off,” Yunho sighed, flopping down onto the couch over Jaejoong’s prone body. The lanky singer yelped, pushing at his lover with his feet until he worked free. “You do, you know. Piss me off, I mean.”

“You piss me off too,” He replied, pulling at the sheets. Exposing his legs, he rubbed at his ankle, wincing as his fingers probed a tender spot along the bone. Yunho drew the man’s leg into his lap, running his palm over the reddened area, absently rubbing away the hurt. “You yell at my head. It is tiring.”

“I’m sorry,” Yunho exhaled, his fingers circling Jae’s foot. Massaging at Jae’s arch, he worked the man’s muscles loose, rolling the foot around. “I get… my mother…”

“I know.” Stroking through Yunho’s hair, Jae threaded his fingers through the fringe around his lover’s eyes. “I did try to tell you but, baby, when you touch me, I have a hard time thinking and…”

“No, I do it too,” He admitted softly. “When I saw you lying on the bed, there wasn’t anything else in my mind but…I just wanted to slide into you. To feel you around me. When we’re together like that, the world only… it’s only as big as that bed.”

“I meant what I said,” Jaejoong whispered, bending forward to keep their conversation low. “I don’t like how jealous you get. Chunnie is my friend. He’s the brother I never had and Gakkun did nothing but help us but the first thing you do is attack them.”

“I know. I know…” Yunho hissed. “I hear my words and I think of my father.”

“You can’t blame all of your behaviour on your father, Yunnie-ah,” Jaejoong said gently. “Your actions are your actions. I don’t love your father. I love you but stop being an asshole. It makes it hard to talk to you.”

They sat in silence, Jaejoong’s heart trembling with the fear of his words in Yunho’s mind. Yunho in turn stroked the tender skin of his lover’s foot, his brow furrowed in thought. For a while the only sound was their breathing and the rain hitting the patio. With the glass door pulled open, a screen kept out any night flying bugs but the cool night air flowed through, carrying in the scent of a dewed-over Tokyo.

“I’m… sorry,” Yunho said finally. He held himself in, keeping his words inside as he thought about what Jaejoong said. “I don’t know what else to say.”

“Yunnie-ah, we’ve… been together for years.” The singer lifted his eyes, meeting Yunho’s gaze. “I’ve spent too much of that time leaning on you… not standing on my own. That’s…not right. I should be stronger…”

“If you get any stronger, Jaejoong,” He scoffed. “You won’t need me.”

“Is that what this is? That you think I won’t need you any more?”

“Isn’t it? Isn’t that … I’m afraid that you won’t need me if I step back… if I don’t… push life back away from you.” Yunho turned and placed his hands under Jaejoong’s thighs. Pulling the young man forward, he waited until Jaejoong settled into his lap, crossing his legs behind Yunho’s back. “I think that’s… that’s why I am here for you.”

“You’re here to love me,” Jae kissed the scar on Yunho’s cheek, tracking the line until he reached the corner of his lover’s mouth, leaving a touch of his lips behind. “I don’t need you to fight the world off for me. “I’m here to love you. I’m… sorry I didn’t say anything about your mother first. There’s no excuse for…”

“Oh yes, there is,” Yunho chuckled, hooking his hands together at the base of Jae’s spine. “You haven’t seen your naked body on red sheets. There wasn’t going to be anything other than sex at that point. Believe me, you’d make a dead man want sex.”

“You’re very… aggressive,” He smiled, ducking his head and laughing. “Sitting up is going to be difficult tomorrow.”

“Aish, is this okay?” He shifted, settling Jaejoong into the crux of his crossed legs.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Jae slid his hips forward, the cleft of his ass rubbing against Yunho’s sensitive sex. “Very okay.”

“We should be talking,” Yunho growled, biting Jae’s collarbone briefly. “This is how we got distracted the first time.”

“I admit, I like distracting you.” Shrugging, Jae smiled but he stopped moving. “Did you have a good talk with your mother?”

“Yes,” He replied, nodding. “She’s left my father and took my sister with her. Hyung is upset and keeps trying to get her to come home but she’s said she’s not going to go until everyone in the family is welcome.”

Rolling his breath in his throat, Jae puffed his cheeks. “She’s talking about you?”

“And you,” Yunho said softly. “My father… he’s not happy about it and he’s tried to cut her off from her money but my aunt is helping.”

“We’ll send her money.” They’d banked what they earned for the most part, easier since most of their clothes and electronics were gifts from various companies.

“She refused.” The leader shook his head. “She wants to do this on her own. Mother said that she had stashed household money and allowances so she could walk away and be okay for a while. I made her promise to accept some help if it takes too long. I don’t want her to hurt because of me.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” Jae smiled. “Did she agree? Or was she your mother and fight you?”

“Ah, you know her well then?” He laughed. “She has a temper.”

“You’re like her,” His lover said. “Maybe you should look less inside of yourself for your father and more for your mother.”

“Probably,” Yunho admitted. “I need to… be nicer about Gackt. I know. And Yoochun, I can’t promise I’ll be nicer about him. He’s always in the way when I’m trying to get to you.”

“That’s Changmin,” Jae laughed. “I don’t know how you can confuse them. Minnie’s a lot taller. And he has sharper elbows. But no, you’re going to have to get used to Yoochun. He’s not going to go away. Any more than you are.”

“You finally believe me when I say that then?” Cocking his head back, Yunho studied his lover. Silhouetted by the hallway light, Jaejoong took an ethereal glow, his face pale despite the shadow cloaking his shoulders.

“I do,” Jae whispered. Taking Yunho’s mouth, he pressed his lips firmly on his lover’s. “I do.”

Jaejoong’s soft admittance would have to serve as their vow. Buried in their kiss, the words grew, filling them both. Slanting his head, Yunho deepened the kiss, capturing Jae’s promise to love him forever and carrying it into his heart.

“I love you, Boo,” Yunho said, pouring his soul into his words. “Every time I wake up and you’re next to me, I can’t think of any place I’d rather be.”

“Remember that next time someone suggests we don’t share a room,” Jae grumbled at him. “Or better yet, I’ll say something.”

“Understood,” He agreed.

“There’s something else that I needed to talk to you about. Gakkun…”

“The one I slandered?”

“Yes, that one,” Jae said. “He has a house in Okinawa and says that we can stay there.”

“And when are we going to have time for that?” Yunho laughed. “Our schedule is stacked on top of every minute.”

“Shizu said that we’ll be able to break away for a weekend.” He grinned at Yunho’s wide eyed look. “No really, he did. Maybe even next weekend.”

“Really? I think I can stand owing Camui-san another favour. He gave me back you. I owe him everything just for that.” He exhaled, pursing his mouth. “Ah, Okinawa. Do you remember the time we spent at that teahouse hotel? During the cherry blossom festival?”

“We shared strawberries.”

“And sex,” Yunho teased, playfully wincing when Jae hit his shoulder. “It was good sex.”

“It’s always good sex,” Jae grinned. “You wanted us to go fishing!”

“I think I told you that night that I have you in my heart, Every time it beats, I hear you whisper my name. You live there in me.”

“I remember.” Jaejoong regretted not holding that memory tight to his heart. “I promise, I’ll try not to keep any more secrets from you.”

“What about the ones you already have?” Yunho cocked his eyebrow.

“Those are mine,” Jae sniffed. “Besides, I’m not done with them yet.”



Sep. 21st, 2009 05:12 am (UTC)
haha amazing. they go from having hot steamy sex and proclaiming their love for one another in one moment, to fighting and waking the entire dong bang household up in another xD ahh the intricacies of the yunjae relationship :D but i like how you involved the entire dong bang family here and how they made yunho see reason and prevent it from dragging out. because knowing our dear yunnie, he'd be too damn stubborn to apologize and his head is as hard as a coconut ♥ and our jae, will just totally be pissed off with him and refuse to talk. but thank goodness for their lovely kids who make them see reason ♥ they really seem like a tight-knit family unit now and i looove it :D

and do i see okinawa? :D that means a few more chapters to yun finding out about min7en :D i feel like a sadist, but i can't wait for that HAHA ♥
Sep. 21st, 2009 05:16 am (UTC)
♥♥♥♥♥♥ aish, you ARE a sadist! :::grins::: heh.

yes, yunjae. ah, so problematic and they are loud. :::grins::: i needed the others to say they were tired of being inflicted with the arguing. that was important. :::nods::: yunjae are both so stubborn. hardheaded men. :::winks:::

they are tight knit. we'll see them moving together a bit more and then... well, poor se7en :::winks::: ♥
Sep. 21st, 2009 05:27 am (UTC)
heheh a closet one, but not so closet now ayy ;)

haha and it's good that the others finally spoke up instead of being dragged along with their ahem stormy passionate relationship ;) but their hardheaded-ness is probably what attracted them in the first place ♥ and se7en, se7en; the dongbang family is not as easy to infiltrate as he thinks is! ♥ looking forward to the next chapterrr! ♥
Sep. 21st, 2009 05:35 am (UTC)
♥ oh no, se7en knows the dong bang boys are... heh... poor poor se7en :::grins::: ♥


wedspawn ♥

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