Genre: Dong Bang Shin Ki, Yaoi & Shounen ia Themes

Ratings: [M]--err... Sort of ^__^

Status: In-Progress

Pairings: JaeHo/YooSu

Word Count: 1,994

Warning: Strong Language, Sexual Themes,

Chapter 1. House Of Games

Maybe it was an act of fate that led him out the door that night. He didn't know why he had gotten so angry, nor did he understand why he seemed to have no control over his own two feet. Still, he carried on like a shadow to the world; Strolling the streets like a soulless wraith.

It had just been a game, a silly children's game that caused him to lose his temper. Why did ChangMin have to be such a cheat? Sure it was only shoots and ladders… but why was it that he could never get a single ladder! Always shoots, shoots, shoots!! Next time he would pick the game… one with a one-story floor plane design…so ChangMin could take the ladder and shove it up his…

Still, this fresh autumn air did him good. Halloween was just a week away. Each house sporting it's own holiday style. Some draped in cobwebs, others surrounded by a makeshift cemetery display… and then there were the houses that were so out of the loop and had already begun preparing for Christmas. 's house at the end of the block still had its Santa display on the roof from last year. Despite all of the holiday spirit around him, JaeJoong couldn't help but feel lousy, and to top it off it began to rain.

"If I get another shoot…I'll break his fucking neck!" JaeJoong scowled digging his fists farther into his worn blue jeans.

He dragged himself down the sidewalk, each step getting heavier than the last. He was so drenched that if his hands hadn't been firmly around his belt, his pants would have fallen off of his narrow hips a long time ago. He contemplated turning around but he couldn't head back this soon, he hadn't properly vented yet. So on he went… feeling the moose from his hair drip down his rosy cheeks, his eyes become puffy and the strong sense to sneeze tickling at his brain.

Why had he stormed out… it was his house after all. This whole situation was becoming more ridiculous by the second. ChangMin cheats…and now he's the one who's going to have a cold for a week! Common sense would have told him to grab a jacket if he were going to throw a hissy fit in late October weather! But that wasn't important now. Shelter was his new objective… but where to go. Not home, not while ChangMin was still awake…it would ruin his whole rebellious tantrum act!

Nearly jumping out of his skin as thunder shook the night sky, he began to walk at a faster pace… one foot darting out in front of the other until he found himself running. He had not realized that he was this afraid of thunderstorms; of coarse he'd never been caught out in the open by one before, so this was all new to him. After a while he didn't know where he was or in which direction he was even going. The rain turned to hail as he made his way down a fairly familiar street. He was almost certain that a couple of close friends had a cottage around here somewhere, and he smiled with relief knowing that they'd let him crash there for the night.

A snag on his shoelace and his face hitting the concrete brought him back down to earth as he remembered that those close friends of his just happened to be back at his house… playing board games with Min the game cheat! They had probably moved on to another game by this point… possibly candy land or operation. Just thinking about it made his heart race all over again. He hated to lose; he hated it more than anything in the world. And just as he were about to scream out some more obscenities, a warm voice sounded from somewhere above his head.

"Are you alright?"

He knew that voice. Though he hadn't heard it very often… it seemed fairly familiar.

"I'm uh…" He grunted while picking himself up off the wet sidewalk. "I'm fine."
"What are you doing out here? It's raining you know!"
"I hadn't noticed!" JaeJoong shot back.

He was known for his snide remarks and his Casanova sort of attitude. All the girls wanted him, all the guys wanted to be him…in some cases even some guys wanted him. He was what you would call the cats meow…and he flaunted it whenever he got the chance.

Jae wiped himself off before looking into the boy's eyes. He had only seen him a few times at school. He was new, just moved here a few weeks back. He didn't really have any friends, though he seemed friendly enough. Still, Jae hadn't ever said more than five words to the boy… and standing in front of him with a cold brewing made him feel slightly bad about it.

"What are you doing outside?" JaeJoong asked between convulsions. He was visibly frozen by this point; his shivering was so loud it could wake the dead if given the chance.
The dark haired boy smiled taking a hold of JaeJoong's soggy hand.

"Come inside."
"INSIDE!! Like inside your house?" Jae coughed. He barely knew this stranger, and the last thing he wanted to do was go wondering off where no one could see him.
"You're soaking wet, and running around the neighborhood like a chicken with its head cut off!"
"I'll choose to ignore that last comment!"
"So come inside and I'll warm you up."

JaeJoong cocked an eyebrow at that last remark, he wasn't exactly sure if he liked the way that sounded. On the other hand, he was freezing… and he was really beginning to hate the chaffing sensation his wet jeans were causing. The boy tugged at his hand once more and he countered back.

"I don't even know you!"
"What?" The boy cackled. " Are you afraid I'm going to eat you?"
"Are you?"
"If I were going to eat you, Kim JaeJoong… I'd do it out here. My mom hates a dirty house. And with you…" He licked his lips. " I'd be sure to make a mess!"

The latter deeply disturbed him, and yet he found himself being dragged into the house anyway. It was much less fancy than he expected. Just about as bland and horribly wallpapered as the house he and ChangMin lived in. He had just managed to kick off his shoes before being pulled up the stairs. He glanced at passing picture frames hanging from the walls as they ascended to the second story. It was a fairly simple layout, three doors to the right, two doors to the left and one door straight ahead. The dark haired boy continued to hold tight to his hand, leading him right, to the very last room. Inside he was amazed to find that it was completely different from the rest of the house. The walls were actually one whole color, suppose from the hideous floral print he noticed in the hallway. There were two sets of doors inside the room. One to the left, which was left a jar leaving room enough to make out that it was a bathroom. The other on the opposite wall, a closet perhaps. A large bed, dressed in a deep green bedspread sat to the right of the room, pressed up against an equally large window. There was a computer desk, complete with a laptop and printer, and a whole wall of Books to the right of it. The only thing left was the dresser, which JaeJoong noticed right away, stubbing his toe on the edge when first entering the room.

The boy let go of his hand leaning by to close his door. He smiled before patting Jae on the arm.

"We need to get you out of these clothes."

JaeJoong gasped feeling his heart begin to patter a litter quicker.

"Wa-what?" he stuttered, not taking his eyes away from the grinning boy.
"You must be freezing… I'll get you something dry to wear."

Before Jae had the chance to object or say anything for that matter, he found a pair of plaid pajama bottoms being shoved into his hands.

"Here." The dark haired boy said, leading him toward the door on the left. "Go in here and get changed. You can leave your clothes in the tub. I'll dry them later."

JaeJoong didn't feel comfortable about being nearly naked in a strange boys house, but yet he complied, emerging from the bathroom only a few minutes later with his hair still dripping wet and the loose pants hanging low against his narrow hips. It was then he noticed that the strange boy hadn't given him a shirt to wear. The boy must have noticed too because his eyes seemed to be glued to the small silver bar in JaeJoong's left nipple.

"You warm now?" The boy got up from his bed clearing his throat.
"Not entirely." JaeJoong answered, his voice almost as low as a whisper.
"Do you want me to hold you?"
"What!!"
"Nothing." The boy answered quickly before looking away. The shiny metal was captivating, but he knew if he kept staring at it, it would only creep the older boy out… and he didn't want that!

JaeJoong narrowed his eyes at the boy, he wasn't quite sure if he had really heard what he thought he had just heard, or if it was just his iced over imagination playing tricks on him. Nonetheless, he quickly crossed his arms in front of himself before changing the subject.

"I didn't catch your name." He sighed, his Casanova charm beginning to kick in.
"It's YunHo." The boy answered.

His cheeks were still red from his halfhearted comment earlier and he walked over to Join JaeJoong on the bed.

"Yun-Ho…hmm… I'm still really cold!" he said adding a shiver for emphasis.
"Are you? Here… well then you take my shirt." The boy offered, pulling at his own clothing.
"WHAT?"
"It's already warm… I'll get another one!"
"You don't have too…"
"No!" YunHo interjected forcing the cotton fabric into JaeJoong's hands. "It's fine…"

His hand grazed along Jae's bare chest, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He was mesmerized by the boy's fair skin… and it took everything he had to look away. A sudden moan brought him back to reality as he realized his hand was still on JaeJoong's chest, softly stroking at his hardening nub. He yanked it away quickly, an apology already forming at his lips, and with the look on the older boys face… he needed to think of one fast.

He couldn't help but grin though, knowing the pleasure that he had just caused him. This was their first actual meeting and he had already crossed that line.

"Sorry…" YunHo whispered staring down toward the floor.
"It's alright." JaeJoong answered tossing the shirt over his head. The clothes were a little loose and he looked rather funny in them.
"Did it hurt?"
"Did what hurt?" Jae asked, inching himself farther up the bed, so that to rest himself on the pillows.
"Your… piercing!" YunHo answered, as he too began to make his way up toward the window.

JaeJoong smiled, giggling to himself before patting the boy's shoulder. He seemed so innocent… and child-like, but yet, he was the one taking care of him…

"…It hurt." He finally answered.

YunHo grinned, He wanted so badly to reach out and grab a hold of it once more… Something about Jae made his heart race; it had since the first time he laid eyes on him. He loved Jae's sly smile, the way he always looked like he had something to hide. Maybe it was the whole cliché mysterious allure thing that appealed to him so much. One thing was certain, JaeJoong was in his house now… and he was going to have his fun!

A/N: This fanfiction was written in the Fall of 2006, and was one of the very first DBSK fanworks I ever committed to. ^_^ It was an all time favorite and people bug me all of the time to post it again, so here it is.

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