Don't Just Dream : Jaeho
By: JB - unni
Jaejoong woke up with a startled jolt, and shot straight up. He shuddered, then fell back to his pillow. He took in quick, shallow breaths, and there was cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Though he groaned, Jaejoong felt like breaking down.
'What was that?' he asked himself shamefully. His only answer, was Yunho. Jaejoong grabbed handfulls of his blanket, and buried his face in it. He remembered it all. It was all so vivid, so clear. A night he never dreamt possible. Quietly, Jaejoong lifted himself off his bed, careful not to wake any of the others, he jumped over Junsu who had fallen off his bed again, and closed the door behind him, with a click. All too carefull now, he headed to the bathroom. It didn't bother Jaejoong as much that he was stiff when he walked, but more that he had woken up.
Jaejoong entered the bathroom, only to find himself in more trouble then he already was.
"Good morning, Jaejoongie!" Yunho was always too happy, Jaejoong thought. He wasn't in the mood.
"Mm... Yunho." Jaejoong had an extremely hard time not looking at Yunho in every-which place. He was dripping wet, fresh from the shower, and only had a white fluffy towel to cover his lower half.
Jaejoong flushed red. Yunho raised a brow, then flashed a cocky smile.
"Hey Jaejoongie..." he said seductively, and crept closer to him. Jaejoong only hoped that Yunho couldn't hear the racing of his pounding heart. It could burst any second. "I can see you had good dreams last night." Yunho pointed down at Jaejoong, and smirked. Jaejoong was red with embarassment.
But then Yunho was all-too close now. Jaejoong, who restrained himself from hyperventilating, could feel Yunho's warm breath on the back of his neck. Jaejoong's breath caught in his throat.
"You better clean that up, Joongie." Yunho laughed to himself as he walked out the bathroom.
"It was about Hee Bon, wasn't it?"
"No, no, it was definately Boa!"
Yoochun and Junsu were having a heated debate about who Jaejoong's dream was about, though neither of them were even close. Changmin sat down beside Jaejoong, and continually pestered the poor guy into giving him all the details, and what exactally had happened. Perverted little Changminnie.
Yoochun got all up in Jaejoong's face. "Who was it hyung? Are we close?" With an annoyed look, Jaejoong shook his head, and left to the kitchen. He poured himself some juice, and chugged it down eagerly.
'When did all of this start becoming diffucult?' Jaejoong thought. 'When did I even begin falling for Yunho-hyung?'
Though asking himself, Jaejoong knew all of the answers. It began when he started noticing how perfect Yunho's tight-packed abs were, every motion of how he danced, and Jaejoong couldn't help sneak glances at Yunho when he changed in front of him.
"Aish, why me?" Jaejoong hit his head on the fridge door. But thinking of Boa was never going to help get rid of his feelings.
"Hyung, why are you hitting yourself?" Jaejoong's heart sped when he lifted his head to see Yunho's curious face.
"Ahh, it's nothing. I'm going to my work room." Yunho grabbed Jaejoong's wrist before he could make an escape.
Jaejoong immediately wrenched his hand out of Yunho's grasp, and regretted it. Yunho looked hurt.
"I'm sorry, hyung. I-I have to go... now," Jaejoong turned and closed the door behind him, and sat down in front of his keyboard. At first, he played random notes, but subconsciously went into playing 'Doushite.'
Growing tired, Jaejoong walked into his room, and collapsed down on his bed. Under his pillow, he pulled out a magazine, in which there was a hidden fanfic he printed out, and began to read it. His eyelids began to grow heavy, and he was fading into sleep. Suddenly there was a quiet knock at the door. Jaejoong ignored it in hopes they would go away, but he heard the door open then close.
There was a heavy sigh. Jaejoong sat up.
"Jaejoong-hyung's here," Junsu and Yoochun walked into the room. Junsu's voice... Jaejoong thought, had seemed almost disappointed.
Yoochun, who smiled softly. "Junsu-ah, let's go grab something to eat."
Junsu grinned widely. "I know who-- what I'd love to eat."
'Did he just correct himself, from saying... who?' Jaejoong's interest was piqued.
"O-Oh really?" Yoochun's eyes shot over to Jaejoong. "Hyung!" he said all too loudly. "Would you like to come with me and Junsu-ah? We don't feel like making you cook." Jaejoong didn't quite catch all of it, Yoochun was talking too quickly.
"I'm fine, thanks. You two just go ahead," Jaejoong couldn't help notice Junsu's change in attitude.
"Let's go then, Yoochunnie!" Junsu grabbed a jacket, and was out the door. Yoochun smiled.
Jaejoong couldn't help asking. "Yoochun-hyung, since when do you call Junsu, Junsu-ah? And when did he start calling you Yoochunnie?" They would always call eachother by names or 'hyung', or the occasional Changminnie or Jaejoongie. But having Yoochun and Junsu both call eachother that, had Jaejoong asking questions.
Yoochun looked away. "We've always been calling eachother that, hyung." And he was out the door.
"Hyung, I'm hungry!" Yunho threw himself on the couch beside Jaejoong, who flipped the channel from a re-run of 'Dangerous Love'.
Jaejoong began feeling nervous at being able to feel Yunho's warmth. "Why don't you go make yourself something? It's easy. Or ask Changmin."
Yunho pouted. "Pleaaaaase hyung?! I want you to make me something! And anyways, Changmin tagged along with Yoochun and Junsu." He grinned. "So it's just you and me."
That had Jaejoong's heart skip a beat.
"Just go make some instant noodles or something," he grumbled. "I'm not up to cooking."
Yunho sighed, and did himself the favor. Jaejoong looked over to where Yunho had disappeared to, then when he felt it was safe, he turned back to Dangerous Love. In the part he was watching, Yunho forced Jaejoong to go to the gym with him. Yunho's hands rested themselves on Jaejoong's sides, but then he jerked away.
"What are you watching?"
Jaejoong dropped the remote in surprise when Yunho came in with a cup of soup. He slurpped at it noisily, and looked to the television. He plopped himself down by Jaejoong.
"I like your hair blonde now, hyung," he commented. Jaejoong nodded, and peeked at Yunho at the corner of his eye. He was slurping his noodles, and leading them into his mouth. He slowly turned his head to see more. Jaejoong stared at the noddles disappearing behind Yunho's lips. 'His full, round lips... I wonder if they're soft...' Jaejoong's gaze became gentle, and he hadn't noticed that he was inching closer to Yunho.
"Uhm... hyung? What are you... ?" Yunho glanced over to Jaejoong. He reeled back, and looked away, hiding his tomato red face. Then there was a heavy weight on his lap.
Yunho was sitting on him. "What's the matter, hyung?" Yunho got all up in Jaejoong's face, close enough that he rested his forehead against Jaejoong's. The blonde felt uncomfortable that Yunho was sitting on his groin, but at the same time he liked it. And maybe even dreamed of ever having this moment.
It seemed like an eternity before Jaejoong reacted.
"Y-Y-Yunho! Get o-off me!" Jaejoong, in panic, kicked his legs from underneath him, placed his hands on his chest, and shoved. Yunho jumped off immediately, his face showing he was hurt. Jaejoong, flushed, turned and closed the door behind him, locking himself in their bedroom.
Jaejoong had a relapse of what just happened. 'Yunho... ? If you keep teasing me, and being stupid like that... I don't think I'll be able to contain myself any longer.'
A/N: I hoped you liked that chapter. : ) Unfortunately, there will only be one more chapter, and then that will be it for DJD. Please read, review, and message me! Thank you !