The door opened, and immediate laughter filled the room. 

Yoochun was so cheerful, he dragged Junsu in grabbing him by the wrist, and atracted the boy to himself.  Smiling widely, the taller one looked the other in the eyes. Junsu felt the urge to laugh, but repressed it successfully. 

"W-what?"

Flustered by the attention Yoochun was giving him, he didn't notice his shirt being ed slowly, so when he did, he received a kiss that startled him.

"Yoochun-ah..."

Soon, they started using the bed. Yoochun on top of Junsu. Though, this one still had the shirt on, they got rid of it in that instant.

Such good kisser was Yoochun. Smooth lips that caress his with total devotion.

Again with the chuckles, naughty Yoochun couldn't stop it.

"What...?"- blurted out Yoochun.

"Are you going to take forever with that?"- suddenly a voice from the shadows startled both.

Yoochun sat in the bed, turning everywhere, while Junsu, too embarrassed, fell off and stumbled here and there in his rushed race to the door.

In the corner, coming out from the shadows, Jaejoong bent forward, with a serious face.

"Hyung...!"

Yoochun was pissed, and threw the first thing he could grab, a pillow, across the room, and landed on the floor, passed the bed.

"This is like the only time I get to lure Junsu to bed...!"-he sat laying his back in the headboard.

Jaejoong didn't change his expression.

"Junsuuuuuu! Junsuuuuuu!" -yelled turning his head towards the door.

"Hyung's gone! C'mere, baby!"

Grabbing something from his pocket, he pulled out his cigarrettes, opened the box, and started manipulating the lighter he kept inside, while he whined at his hyung.

"Tomorrow we're starting with full activities, and schedule will be packed...!"

"Give me one of those."

He threw the box across the room, and Jaejoong cought it like a boss. He lit another cigarrette.

"Junsuuuuuu!"

"I can smell the smoke from here! I'm not going into that room!"

Junsu's sudden yelling made Yoochun open his eyes wider.

"Aish..." 

Yoochun messed his hair in despair.

"Hyung, why don't you go to find your Yunho, or something?"

Jaejoong's stare became darker.

"He won't answer my calls... goes to NY without telling me..."

"So, because you don't get to be with Yunho-hyung, you're screwing up my Junsu time?"

His hyung remained silent as he smoked.

"Go have a fated encounter with Yunho-hyung."

"Mm... you don't handle fate."

"You do if you prepare before ha~nd... Just go to Hong Suk Cheon's restaurant. Most likely you'll find him there. Ask Changmin about his schedule."

Yoochun left his cigarrette abandoned in his mouth to grab his cellphone from his pocket. He dialed, quite focused.

"Tell him his dear hyung begs for his help."

He kept dialing. Jaejoong contradicted him, putting his "waht are you talking about" face.

"He won't do it for me." 

"I AM his dear hyung. I was talking about me."

He began to talk on the phone:

"Junsu, come back, baby. Hyung's leaving. I swear."

He moved his hand, sweeping the air.

"Shuu, shuu."

The end  :)