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Pairing: Jaejoong & Yunho
Genre: uhm. idk were to really place this
Rating: PG-13 ; for drunk!jaechunmin and language
Summary: I think drunk!jaechunmin explains a lot
: / I promise myself I will stop writing anything with regards to DBSK + alcohol after this. Its just the holiday season you know.
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Junsu doesn't go out drinking, because he is lousy at it and the vague memory of himself prancing around the apartment to bad techno in nothing but boxers while planting kisses on his four other band members every other second still haunts him from the last time he tried, at home.
Yoochun goes drinking, because it has become a habit for him ever since he applied for job as bar tender to the crummy old bar back near his house in America. It was then when he learned the ways of alcohol and how to appreciate it in any form. Yoochun drinks a variety, be it beer, wine, scotch, or even fuck a martini, who cares about looking manly?
Jaejoong goes drinking, because he likes the taste of alcohol, he always has. Jaejoong likes it hard and straight, because he likes the way the liquid slides down his throat, burning a trail to his stomach. He likes the way it numbs everything, bringing him to a higher state of happiness for a while. The after effects Jaejoong gladly takes, because its all worth it.
Changmin goes drinking because of what Yoochun and Jaejoong started. After years of the two men coddling him, trying to persuade him to join them in their devil's play, Changmin finally relented. Turned out that Changmin liked it, liked the giddy feeling of being the child he never really got to be.
Yunho doesn't go drinking, not because he, like Junsu is lousy at it, but more because someone has to be sober and sane enough to pick up after the mess of three drunk men, even if they say they can take care of themselves, because Yunho knows they can't.
"Hyung. We're going out for drinks." Changmin speaks, bursting out from the room.
"Jaejoong, Changmin, myself." Yoochun follows, swinging a set of car keys around his finger.
"Want to come?" Changmin tugs on a sneaker over a sock clad foot as he glances up.
Yunho snorts before shooting the youngest a incredulous stare. One cannot expect Junsu to handle four drunkards by himself. Hell, no one can expect anyone to handle drunk Jaejoong, drunk Yunho, drunk Yoochun, drunk Changmin all together alone. The last time anyone tried, the four woke up in a pile, Yunho with his hair in a pool of someone else's vomit. Drunk Changmin, drunk Yoochun and drunk Jaejoong, Yunho is capable of handling, only because of countless experience.
"No thanks." is his reply as he runs a hand through his hair before letting it come to rest behind his head as he watches the two try to find their shoes.
"Well, it is your loss..." is the half reply Yunho gets as a designer clad ( as usual ) Jaejoong waltzes out of the bathroom, looking every bit poised and coifed as he always is.
"...Yunho-ah." is how he finishes as he collapses onto Yunho's lap while smacking a sloppy wet kiss onto the other man's cheek.
"That is the thank you for the pick up I know you're going to provide later." Jaejoong smirks and laughs while standing up again, as quick as he sat down, leaving Yunho to wipe the traces of saliva off his cheek. It is just so typical of Jaejoong, he thinks as the three bustle out from the door.
Yunho is sitting, sitting with a book in lap, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, waiting for the phone to ring. The apartment is dark and silent, the only light being the lamp behind him. Junsu had soon gone out after the three, muttering something about paying Hyukjae a visit downstairs.
Then it comes, the shrill ring of a phone breaking the silence.
"Hello?" Yunho answers, while closing his book and tossing it down onto the coffee table.
"Yunhoooooooo." his name drawled out, followed by a fit of giggles. Didn't matter though, Yunho recognised the voice.
"I'll come." is what he says. Yunho is already halfway out of the door as another fit of giggles explode from Jaejoong and the line goes dead.
Yunho doesn't need to ask where, because its always the same place. The dark hidden pub in one of Seoul's dark, less frequented back alleys. Its a place where old alcoholic men visit, along with the rowdy middle aged men and their slew of prostitues who topple in after staggering around in the alleys for a bit. Oh yes, how could we forget - the three idol stars who don't get notice, because the bar tender is usually to drugged out to give a flying fuck about who they are, and the rest of the patrons, all as drunk as dead fish.
"Under my skinnnnnn~" is what greets Yunho as he pushes past the dingy door, and immediately he veers towards the right back end of the pub without so much as a glance up.
They are predictable, the three of them, its always the same place, the same booth in the corner, but Yunho is thankful, because it makes his life so much easier.
"Yunhoooo." Jaejoong lurches into arms which Yunho opens to catch him before dissolving in yet another fit of self induced giggles.
"Hyung!" Changmin announces Yunho's arrival while waving his hands in the air like a child, eyes becoming mismatched.
"Word." is the sleepy english word Yoochun mutters out, as he nurses his almost empty mug of beer, his hand coming up to shove a poorly gestured peace sign at Yunho.
"Idiots." is what he mutters as he dumps Jaejoong back down on the sticky booth seat, thinking only that he was too brutal when the said man started to whine about his head. Yunho was thankful Jaejoong only whined as a drunk.
Counting out bills as payment for the bartender, Yunho shoved his wallet back into his pocket. It was now time to take care of the mess, namely : Jaejoong, Yoochun and Changmin.
"Stop flopping." grumbling, Yunho shoved his keys into the apartment lock before swiping his thumb against the digital pad - state of the art technology, the only way to keep rabid fangirls out. Opening the door was a million times harder when Yunho had to support a flopping Jaejoong who was manically waving his hands while trying to announce to the World how great he was.
Yoochun was sleepy drunk, and all it took was asking nicely along with promises of a bed and sleep to get him to follow Yunho with a bit of stumbling and nearly falling over due to closing eyes every other second. Changmin however, was more difficult than Yoochun was, but a mile (or two) easier to handle than Jaejoong ever was. Changmin's drunk child like self needed required Yunho to act like a stern parent for him to fall in line, it was a good thing that Changmin's motor functions worked fine when he was drunk, but Yunho couldn't say the same about his mental ones however.
Holding open the door to allow Yoochun, followed by Changmin to stumble in, Yunho heaves Jaejoong in the last before shutting the door behind them and throwing his fistful of keys onto the cupboard by the door. Yunho turns to find Changmin staring at him, wide-eyed and Yoochun, already collapsed on the floor, in deep slumber even an earthquake wouldn't rouse him from.
"Changmin go to bed now." Is all that is required for the youngest to scuttle away, body swaying slightly as signs of drunk fatigue start to show. Yunho hears a crash and a series of objects falling right after Changmin slams the door to his own room shut. Yunho sighs, but he doesn't go to check, Changmin can handle himself in the morning.
He steps over Yoochun, still supporting Jaejoong, because without the support, Jaejoong would fall and spend the rest of the night rolling around like a tumbleweed on the floor, and prehaps, even in his own puke. Jaejoong is a hazard on normal days, sharp words without thought, falling over practically nothing, smirks and wise cracks, followed by a good amount of cursing at times, but it gets a hundred times worse when he is drunk, because being drunk brings on the giggles and the whining.
Oh god, the giggles and whining. Alcohol always makes Jaejoong act like a goddamm girl.
"Yunho-yah. I'm amazing." Jaejoong slurs his words in a sloppy manner, as sloppy as the kiss he delivered to Yunho earlier on as Yunho dumps the man down on his bed.
"No you're not brat. I am." even like this, Yunho argues with Jaejoong.
"Yes you are." is the reply that Jaejoong speaks, his tone sounding perfectly serious, and it causes Yunho to turn around from the door he was walking to to stare at the older man.
Jaejoong never agreeded with him, and even more so when it involved Yunho being superior. Ever since they had known each other, they did away with the honorifics, because as Yunho argued, Jaejoong wasn't much older, and Yunho was very much worthy of being on the same plane as Jaejoong respect wise. Jaejoong had punched him playfully and called him a 'stupid twit' then, always finding an opportunity to show that he was indeed superior, but never again insisted on Yunho addressing him as 'older brother'. It was a weird relationship, but to Yunho, Jaejoong was the explnation for weird, and hence it did fit.
"What?" Some part of Yunho's brain tells him he sounds stupid, and even more so for talking to a drunk, but whatever he doesn't care. Talking to Jaejoong is like constantly talking to a drunk who makes no sense, ever. The man should have his own language, because no one ever understood him, sometimes Yunho even wondered if it was Korean that Jaejoong spoke.
"I said," Jaejoong pauses as he scurries to push himself into a kneeling position on his bed as he waves Yunho back to the side of his bed in the most child-like manner Yunho has ever seen from the bastard.
"That. You. Are. Awesome." Jaejoong states ever word clearly, his pronounciation suprisingly accurate for someone in his state.
The next thing Yunho knows, alcohol numbed lips are moving upon his, hands securing themselves around his neck. Jaejoong has kissed Yunho, Jaejoong has kissed everyone - but those were cheek kisses, because it is just how Jaejoong is. But this, this was different. Yunho tries to protest, but he immediately falls, falls into it, because - he doesn't know why either.
Then it comes, Jaejoong's arms shoving him away, his upper body lurching violently forward as he throws up, over the front of Yunho's shirt. Kiss forgotten as the contents of Jaejoong's stomach churn out onto his shirt, Yunho curses out loud as he stumbles backwards. Staring mouth agape at the man who just collapsed back onto his bed, still looking like he was posing for an album cover, Yunho threw his hands up, before walking out soundless words falling from his mouth. It was just Jaejoong.
"Hey." Yunho looks up, his eyes tearing themselves away from the television screen to see Jaejoong standing in front of him, shirtless with a pair of jeans hanging from his hips - last nights jeans as Yunho can tell by the faint smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of minty fresh listerine that comes from Jaejoong's mouth as he speaks.
"You're a jerk you know that don't you?"
Yoochun had crawled off the floor a few hours ago only to dissapear into his own room and not been seen since then. Junsu hadn't come home the night before it seemed, and Changmin had just shoved his way out of the apartment, bottle of water and asprin in hand, decked out in gym attire.
"Oh? What did I do." grabbing the remote off Yunho's lap only to start flipping the channels, Jaejoong glanced back at the younger as he stared accusingly at him.
"You threw up on me." Yunho states as he stares at the nonchalant other.
"Thats it?" Yunho curses while twisting fully in his seat to so that he can face Jaejoong. "You threw up on me at 3 in the morning, and you say thats it? You're a work of art Kim Jaejoong."
Silence is what Jaejoong throws back at Yunho as he continues to surf the channels. Silence is what Yunho breaks as he smacks the remote out of Jaejoong's hand.
"You always expect me to pick up after the mess you make don't you, its like its my obligation to clean up after you. Well its not, and I do, but I never get a thank you, not even a -" Yunho is surprised for the second time in less than twenty four hours as Jaejoong pushes him down onto the couch and straddles him in a single fluid motion Yunho never knew Jaejoong was capable of. His lips are against Yunho's, moving slowly, sensuously, and this time Yunho tastes mint.
"Jaejoong..." Yunho questions as they both pull away, eyes fluttering open.
"This is why you pick up after me." he starts, and Yunho still doesn't quite understand. "Because you love me."
Its four simple words, and suddenly everything becomes clearer. Yunho understands. He tries to speak, but is only dealt with a laugh and a mischeif laced, slightly arrogant string of words.
"Shut up, don't speak and just kiss me. Its not like you're good at speaking anyway."
"Better than you are at least." is what Yunho manages to get out before their lips entangle together again and Yunho lets himself fall