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On The Red Couch (SMM Universe) YunJae: Chapter Thirty-Eight

Title: On The Red Couch ♥
Pairing: YunJae (with some YooSu and Min7en)
Chapter: Thirty-Eight
Chapter Rating: R
Genre: Slash/Relationship
Author: wedspawn

PLEASE NOTE: we are coming to the end of OTRC. I don’t know how many more chapters there will be but it won’t be much. I’ll let you know when we’ve reached the end… but really, thank you all for being here. Much much love.

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.

“Jaejoong, it’s two in the morning,” Yunho heard the whine in his voice but he didn’t care. Seoul was dead asleep around them and he was lost in the middle of what looked like a forest line. The only bright spot in the darkness that he could see was Jae’s pale t-shirt and that he kept losing in the shadows.

A branch hit his face and Yunho felt its sting leave a welt behind. Groaning, he could almost hear the stylist grumbling already. He had a hard enough time when Jaejoong’s sharp teeth left tiny bruises on his shoulders and neck. A red mark on his cheek meant there would be hell to pay.

He smelled the water before he could see it, rich and wet, rising up around the green. Winter left an icy kiss in the wind, spring not yet brave enough to challenge her sister’s grip on the city. The dark surrounded him and Yunho cast about, realizing he’d just lost Jaejoong among the trees.

A little annoyed at being left behind, he called out, “BooJae, where the hell are you?”

“Over here,” Jaejoong called out, still hidden by a copse of trees. “Just walk a little bit this way.”

Turning, Yunho followed his lover’s voice and emerged out of the darkness into a blanket of stars.

The Han river pulled the night sky down, reflecting swirls of lights and twinkles onto the water. A large rock jutted out over the river’s current, its flat surface covered with the thick quilt Jaejoong brought with him from the hotel. Humming sparkles swept around Jaejoong, fireflies dancing a heady mating ritual around the beautiful young man. Jae flattened out a corner of the quilt and looked up, his eyes dark with want when he saw Yunho come through the trees.

The water’s sweetness filled the air, carrying the green of the woods and the perfume of night blooming jasmine with it. Jaejoong stood at the edge of the rock, his hand stretched out to Yunho as he walked carefully down the slight bank towards the river.

Jae’s hand felt warm in Yunho’s, rough where his calluses ran along his palm. The slender man smiled when Yunho stepped out onto the rock, his grin widening when his lover puffed his cheeks out in wonder at the expanse of water and sky around him.

“I… don’t even know what to say.” Yunho exhaled,

He’d not known where Jaejoong intended to take them when they’d rented a car from the hotel. Laying back in the seat, he’d closed his eyes for what seems like a moment only to be shaken awake with a sleepy grit in his eyes. The car had come to a stop and Jaejoong was already outside, unloading the comforter from their hotel they’d snuck out. Renewed by the short nap, Yunho stretched, hitting his fist against the window he’d left up. Barking his knuckles in a glancing blow, he yelped and sucked on his injured skin then opened the door to work the knots out of his legs. Shaking the pins and needles from his feet, he stepped out and looked around, wondering where the other man parked them.

They’d spent an hour drinking quietly with his father, keeping their talk to small things like schedules and future plans. He’d shifted in his chair when Jaejoong stood to find the bathroom, watching his lover disappear around the wall. His father followed his gaze but the older man’s face remained placid, assessing the young man as he walked away.

“He loves you,” Jung said, signaling the waiter to refill his glass. “I can see that now.”

“What did you think he was doing with me?” Yunho asked, accepting a beer from the waiter and giving up his empty. The panchan was also replaced and he picked at the fish cake, finding a piece of burdock root to eat. “Did you think it was just sex?”

His father shuddered visibly, his fingers gripping his pint. “I don’t know how…Yunho, how is that … pleasant?”

“It is,” He said with a shrug. “I don’t know how… I mean I know a little bit about how Jaejoong feels but I’ve not… done that with him.”

“So you are the.. .man in this… relationship?” Jung swallowed a gulp of beer. “At least there is that.”

“It’s not a man and woman thing, Father,” Yunho said, unable to stop a smile from touching his lips. “We’re both men. I just haven’t…I don’t feel comfortable talking about this with you. Actually, I don’t feel talking about this with anyone but Jaejoong.”

“No, I… wasn’t asking,” His father said, shaking his head. “I just don’t understand how…this thing works.”

“It works fine,” Yunho replied. “We work fine. Well, for the most part. Sometimes we have problems but we try to fix them. This thing with Kimura…”

“I am… sorry for that,” Jung admitted. “If I’d known…believe me, Yunho, I would have done something if I’d known what that man had been doing. Even… as tight-minded as I was feeling then… I wouldn’t have stood by while someone...”

“He didn’t… he didn’t get everything he wanted,” Yunho said delicately. “I think he drugged Jaejoong with something to make him easier to handle but Kimura still couldn’t… finish what he started. While I’m thankful for that…for Jaejoong’s sake… it still damaged him. For a while, he couldn’t remember fully what happened and when his memories finally surfaced, he had to relive that… son of a bitch touching him over and over again. I swear, I never wanted to kill someone in my entire life until I found out about Kimura.”

Jaejoong joined them at that moment, eyeing the two men as they murmured a welcome. Sliding into his chair, he thanked Yunho for getting him another beer. The conversation continued on its meandering way but the tension eased out of their words, a steady banter building between them.

Now, standing on the rock where Jaejoong often stole away to when they’d lived in Seoul, Yunho was amazed at the strength inside the man before him.

“Thank you for sharing this place with me,” Yunho said, stepping onto the stony platform. It was larger than he imagined, definitely large enough to hold more than just the two of them. The comforter was stretched out, its edges flat on the rock and Jae sank to his knees, slowly lowering himself down while he held Yunho’s hand.

“Sit,” Jae murmured. “Or better yet, lie down.”

“Okay,” Yunho grinned, joining Jae on the rock. He left a kiss on Jae’s mouth before he settled in. “This is nice.”

“Nicer now that you’re here,” Whispering, the young man’s lips tingled where his lover touched them. “Lie down and look up.”

The world plunged out of view when Yunho lay down. When he blinked, the universe filled his mind, ribbons of lights streamed around the edges, an ambient glow from the city’s buildings but the black dominated, ripples of stars blinking through the darkness.

“Oh… God,” Yunho whispered, unable to contain the awe in his voice. “Joongie… oh… God!”

“I know,” His lover said, wrapping his fingers in Yunho’s. “When I come here and open my mind.. I sometimes think I can hear God… sing to me. I just have to … listen hard enough but it’s there… in the wind, in the water and sometimes even in the lights.”

“It’s so big,” The other man said. “I feel opened to everything. Like I can feel everything inside of me at once.”

“I think it’s the black,” Jae whispered. “It reminds me of you, staring up into the sky like this. This is how I feel when you’re inside of me, at that moment when you fill me and I take your warmth. That’s how I feel.”
Yunho choked on his emotions, unable to speak when Jaejoong edged closer to him. Their shoulders touched, then their elbows and knees. The intimate brushing of their bodies grew until they lay against one another, side by side with hands and ankles touching.

“I discovered I was in love with you,” The slender singer said, his words rolling with the pulse of the river moving around them. “I was lying here when it hit me that I loved you.”

“Did you tell Yoochun? Was he here with you?” Yunho turned, seeing the sky reflected in his lover’s dark eyes.

“No,” Jaejoong snorted, his laugh almost joyful with a hint of bitter in it. “It was during training. You’d just spent the day with Heechul and I… got so angry. We were supposed to have practiced but instead you ditched me to go to the movies with your friend. It hurt and so, I came here and stared up at the sky.”

“I remember doing that,” Yunho admitted softly. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

“Yes you did,” Jae said. “Then you did. You were more selfish then, focusing on what made you feel good or bullying me into doing what you wanted me to do. And the funny thing is, all you had to do was ask and I… I would have died for you. I was that sick in love with you.”

“And now?” He couldn’t help but ask, resting on his shoulder and staring at Jaejoong’s bemused smile.

“And now, I would live for you,” Jae turned his head, lifting up to kiss Yunho. “I am that sick in love with you.”

It was tender, a meeting of tongues and lips with tentative touches, butterfly wings catching the slightest gust of winds. At some point, Yunho shifted to cover Jaejoong’s body, careful not to settle his weight on his lover. The rock beneath them was softened by the quilt but it was still granite and pain was the last thing Yunho wanted to give Jaejoong.

Their hands moved slowly, exploring the curves of muscles on one another’s shoulders. His body hardened when Yunho slipped a knee between Jaejoong’s thighs but it still, kept in check with the languid movements of their legs. The tip of his shaft tingled, a welcoming reminder of how much Jaejoong turned him on but it was a pleasant burn, one he could stand without the need to bury himself into Jae’s hot passage. Taking his time, Yunho kissed and suckled at his lover’s mouth, whispering for Jaejoong to let him in so he could taste the sweetness beyond his lips.

Parting with a sigh, Jae arched his back and surrendered to Yunho’s aggression, moaning and clenching his lover’s shoulders when Yunho’s teeth bit down into his pout, worrying and pulling the plump flesh. He felt a sting then another when the younger man worked his way over to the corner of his mouth then across his jaw, finding the round of his lobe. A flick of Yunho’s tongue left a wet mark around his earring then it was followed by a longer swipe, the edge of the man’s teeth snipped at the piercing, rolling the onyx stuff around with the tip of his tongue before releasing Jae’s ear lobe.

“I love you, Boo,” Yunho said, pursing his mouth and blowing on the damp trail he’d left on Jaejoong’s skin. “I love you so much that it aches inside of me. There are times when I want to spend the day buried deep inside of your soul and I have to force myself to get out of bed because when I wake up and find you lying next to me, I can’t think of anywhere else to be but there, with you.”

“We can’t have sex all the time,” Jae teased.

“I wasn’t talking about sex, baby,” Yunho said softly. “I was talking about being there… just being there with you. Listening to you talk and laugh or sing. I love to hear you sing and when our voices join, it’s like I’m making love to you in the air.”

“I feel that too,” The other man whispered, his mouth caught on Yunho’s lips. They spoke into one another, burying their hearts into the breaths they shared. “I feel like you’re… there, holding me when we sing and the rest of the world melts away. It takes me here. It brings me here where I can be with you alone, just with the stars over us.”

“When we sing together, I feel like we’re flying and you’ve wrapped your angel wings around me while I am inside of you.” Yunho rubbed his nose against Jae’s, stealing a small kiss before whispering. “There’s no other way to describe it. You feel that good when I hear you in me…in my voice. It’s all I can do to not cross the stage and kiss you then. It’s all I can do to not walk over there and steal your breath into my lungs so we never fall.”

“I will always love you, Kim Jaejoong,” Yunho’s eyes glittered then a single drop escaped, a starlit wet diamond splashing onto Jae’s porcelain skin. “Our love is so beautiful.. and I want you never to be afraid, ever again because I will protect you, heal you for as long as my soul burns inside of you. And that will be forever, cheonsa… we will be under these stars…inside of one another…forever.”
Tags: otrc 38, r, yunjae
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