Like No Other
Like No Other
A/N: NOT WELL WRITTEN, I WARN YA =/
Yunho felt a gentle tug on the sleeve of his black silken dress jacket, he tilted his head towards the source catching his attention but not his eyes, as they were still firmly focused on his manager as the burly man set out tonight’s do’s and don’ts for the whole band to abide by.
“Hmm?” his question murmured from his lips.
A tug with more force behind it again pulled his clothing, slipping the thin material almost fully off his shoulder, dragging his white shirt with it and exposing the tan skin there. He looked around to face the person attempting and succeeding in capturing his attention. Jaejoong. Surprise, surprise.
“What?” he whispered, not wanting to anger their manager in any way, shape or form: especially not tonight. Not on awards ceremony night.
“Look” Jaejoong’s hushed voice reached his ears. The older man’s eyes hadn’t once left the one spot the entire time Yunho spoke to him. He nodded in that direction.
Eyes rising from looking at his significant other to the other side of the room and resting upon Changmin and Kyuhyun, Yunho’s brow creased and a frown settled on his mouth.
“What?” he asked Jaejoong again, this time with a definite trace of irritation lacing the word.
Drawing his much needed attention from their manager’s important speech to what he can only surmise to be absolutely nothing of any great urgency, Yunho felt like scolding his lover for doing so, but decided against it. He would deal with him later. Honestly, the older man should know by now that listening to what their hyungs said was of utmost importance, especially if he wanted to know what was expected of him that night and not have to ask Yunho every two minutes just what it is that they were supposed to be doing again. Smiling all angelic like when his leader boyfriend breathed out an annoyed sigh and recited to the very letter, every single word he had been told not an hour before. He would definitely benefit from listening more and daydreaming less, but in a way, Yunho would miss the constant question’s from his beloved member, not to mention the chance to ‘innocently’ touch every time.
“Their hands” Jaejoong grinned. Again nodding his head encouragingly in the two maknae’s direction.
Yunho looked over at the pair again, eyes falling to their hands. Their joined hands.
His mouth fell open a little in shock. Was he really seeing this? Was their baby holding, no wait, scratch that, clasping and caressing his best friends hand? Yes, he was. Their fingers were interlaced, Max’s thumb rubbing slowly and soothingly back and forth over the back of the other man’s hand.
What’s more, was that Kyuhyun had his face leaned into the space between Changmin’s neck and his face. Their own maknae was making no effort whatsoever to move away from the obvious encroachment on his personal space, if anything, he was craning his own neck down to better hear and laugh at whatever the Super Junior member was whispering to him.
Shock was an understatement. He was downright flabbergasted, utterly astounded and a hell of a lot confused.
Since when does Max allow people to hold his hand? Since when does he not only hold but caress the person back? Just what is with all the leaning close enough so that their mouths almost touched with every purse and pout of their extremely animated mouths as they shared words that the rest of the room were clearly not meant to hear? Breath’s intermingling as they laughed and flirted? with one another. Flirted from where Yunho stood.
“Well, what do you think?” Jaejoong’s voice brought Yunho from his thoughts. His eyes met with his lovers.
“I don’t know” he sighed. “Maybe Kyuhyun was upset and our Minnie’s is just comforting him. He is his best friend after all” he finished, glancing back over toward the two they were shamelessly gossiping about.
The situation had become more intense over that side of the room with Changmin now standing behind his best friend, his arms wrapped tightly around the other man’s waist and his head rested on his shoulder. Kyuhyun’s own hands placed firmly atop Max’s, his head tilted back and to the side slightly so he could almost look the other maknae in the eyes. Same smile and playful glint in both their gazes as they continued their hushed exchange of words.
Yunho almost took his own reasoning back then. Kyuhyun wasn’t upset, nor was Changmin, far from it. If anything both of them were positively happy, so much so that they had a sort of glow about them; like their auras were actually visible to the eye and shining prettily, outlining the pair.
It looked like they were in love.
It was the same way Jaejoong and himself looked when they hugged, or touched or just generally had a moment. He knew this from all of the Yunjae fan videos that had been posted online and Jaejoong had rushed to show him if they were particularly well made or if they had moments in them that even the pair themselves weren’t sure had actually happened (Yunho blamed lack of sleep and too much hard work for that one), or even if they had a moment in that they both were so sure would not have been captured by anyone. Fans sure were resourceful and damn sneaky at that; this fact kind of made him proud. The very fact that they cared enough about them both and their relationship to wait for hours at a time just to catch a glimpse of the two together, made him warm inside. It was creepy but also flattering. Odd.
“No way Yunnie, there is definitely something more going on there”
Yunho felt his lovers hand slip through the loop between the inside of his arm and the beginnings of his torso, the space caused by the fact that he had his hand inside his suit trousers pocket. A small smile graced his lips.
Jaejoong was in no place to be pointing out other people’s relationship status or their total and utter obviousness to the rest of the room with it. Man, he loved the beautiful angel faced god that clutched tightly to his arm, more than anything in the whole world. How could he not? The man was simply irresistible. The most perfect being to ever walk the earth, inside and out. His feelings for the dark haired, dark eyed owner of his heart were all consuming. Taking over his entire system, causing him to eat, breathe and sleep his other half. Life with Jaejoong was more than he ever hoped of receiving in his lifetime. It was happiness, it was hope, and it was perfection. Just like his angel himself.
If Changmin had found that too, or was on the path to discovering it, Yunho was ecstatic for the younger singer. He wanted so badly for all s, his friends and family to have even half of what he had been blessed with in his own life, but he wanted it the most for Max.
He couldn’t explain it, except to say that he worried for their maknae when it came to matters of the heart. The rest of the guys in their band were so open about their feelings, never hiding what they felt for each other and the ones they cared for most in the world, Changmin on the other hand is a very introverted individual, especially when it comes to showing his love and affection for his band mates. Yunho knew he felt it, he never feared that the younger man may not feel that way about them or that he was simply incapable of having such feelings, it was expressing them he knew the other struggled with, especially when it came to Jaejoong and Junsu.
Not that he could blame him for being cagey with Jaejoong, he had after all stolen his first kiss. Changmin had never really gotten over that, although he tried to act as though he had, leader-ssi knew better. What kind of leader would he be if he never? Max had forgiven him, even laughs about it now if he is asked about it but that still doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t fully trust the other man, even though it has been years. He has convinced himself that Jaejoong wants to ‘try him out’ as he so delicately puts it, now with his ity at steak, he is determined that giving it to someone will be a choice and not just a half asleep fumble that he awakens from and cries until he has no water left in his body. Losing your ity whilst you slept, now that was a new one. Not possible but try telling Max that. Why he thinks Jaejoong wants to him is beyond Yunho, it was only a kiss, that’s all it ever will be, besides the rest of the band were egging the eldest member on, even Yunho was. It was supposed to be funny. Yeah, that never happened, at least not for years. ‘I guess when Max says ‘don’t touch my things’, he really ing means it’.
Dong Bang Shin Ki’s leader pondered the reason their youngest was stand-offish to say the least with their duck butted dolphin, Junsu.
It clicked.
‘Must be because Junsu has problems staying in his own personal space, he is constantly sticking his face (not to mention other body parts) into everyone else’s personal space’.
Definitely the reason. The only member who is 100% okay with the little singing sensation being 99.9% of the time all up in his grill, is Yoochun; the reason being obvious.
‘Okay, so he hugs Micky and me and is totally fine with us touching him, in fact, sometimes he is the one who starts the touching and he loves and respects us both dearly, he tells us often enough, he still doesn’t touch us like…’
“That”
Yunho finished his thought aloud.
“Huh?” Jaejoong’s brow furrowed as he looked right into his partners eyes.
Yunho’s eyes met his lovers.
“I think you are right boo” he whispered.
He watched as the older man’s face lit up with the most devious smirk he had ever seen on those lips.
“This is ing awesome, I am so happy for him, he deserves this”.
Yunho waited for him to add more to his statement, when it didn’t come he gave a very blatant ‘and?’ expression he knew the other half of him would understand.
“But” Jaejoong continued.
Yunho rolled his eyes. ‘Knew it’.
“He has been picking at us for years about our love, about the way we can’t stop touching each other and then he is constantly trying to stop us from making contact in public and separating us as much as he humanly can. This is payback time.” He ended, his smirk taken on a full force devilish sneer.
“Just don’t be too hard on him, we don’t know how long it has been going on, or even if it has taken any kind of real steps yet. So just be careful not to this up for him, okay?” He felt bad saying it, but knew it was best laid out there, before his lover got any crazy ideas: which to be honest, happened on a daily basis.
Jaejoong had a shocked and horrified expression on his face, as if to say ‘I would never dream of hurting Changmin like that’. Yunho knew he wouldn’t, not intentionally, but jokes sometimes went too far; that he knew it was best not to rile their maknae up too much, not if you valued your life, and he valued Jaejoong’s, more than anything, even if the dopey angel didn’t.
Before his soul mate had a chance to utter his annoyance aloud, Yunho pulled him into a tight but brief hug, momentarily blindsiding the other singer. Placing a soft kiss to his cheek before pulling back and whispering sorry, a perfect kicked puppy pout on his lips.
It worked.
Jaejoong blushed, as always and smiled softly at his lover, nodding his acknowledgement.
It never ceased to amaze Yunho how badly and obviously he affected his lover. The knowledge that he could cause the blood to rush to Jaejoong’s face, cause that smile that only he was ever privy to, too grace his beautiful lips and that nervous twitching he was now doing with his fingers, his hand sliding down to pull Yunho’s hand from his pocket and encase it with his own.
Yunho felt one hundred feet tall, untouchable.
He squeezed the other man’s hand gently, moving his body impossibly closer still to the pulling, inviting heat of Jaejoong’s body.
“Right well, I guess that’s all.” Their manager finished his long winded speech, a smile on his lips, his huge hands rubbing together before him.
Yunho could kick himself. Why the hell didn’t he listen?
He felt the heat surrounding his hand start a slow gentle squeezing motion every second heartbeat or so.
Yeah, right, that’s why. He smiled.
“I’m off, to eat. Remember all, behave and have fun” and with that their resident spokesman left the room hurriedly as nuna’s made their way to all the member of DBSK and Super Junior to sort their make-up, clothes and hair and with that, also went Yunho and his lovers intimate moment, at least for the moment.
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“Which stairs do we go up when we have to enter the stage?” Yunho leaned across the table to ask Micky.
“What do you mean?” he replied, confused.
“Weren’t you listening?” Junsu piped up before Yunho even had a chance to reply to dolphin boy’s lover.
“Not this time” he shook his head “I was too wrapped up in the latest development within our group” he smirked and angled his neck towards where Changmin sat, his seat well and truly turned around to face Kyuhyun. They were still barely even an inch apart, their noses almost touching as they shared a similar moment as that in the dressing room a half hour ago. Only difference was, it was okay to display their affection’s back there, in privacy, this was very different, it was dangerous, too risky. What if someone saw them? What if the people who saw it, either now, or later on YouTube or some other video sharing website, hated what they saw and felt the great need to do something about it? You can never be too sure, of this Yunho himself had been made painfully aware, being poisoned is something he never imaged would happen, could happen, guess he just believed all too deeply in human kindness. In this business, that was in short supply.
The thought of Max being faced with any problems whatsoever, from anti’s or those delusional few who actually believed that the idol belonged to them and no-one else would be allowed to have them, especially not another boy, made panic rise from the pit of Yunho’s stomach.
He finally understood now. Like a light bulb going on in his brain.
‘That is why Changmin tries to pry me and Jaejoong apart all the time, not because he doesn’t want to see that sort of thing, or that he is embarrassed by us, it’s because he is scared of us being unfairly judged and possibly hurt. He is looking out for us’.
Yunho smiled wide.
“He really does love us” rushed past his lips before he had a chance to stop it.
Micky and Junsu looked at their leader as if he had grown two heads.
“Huh?” they uttered in unison.
“He does” Jaejoong’s voice entered his ears. Yunho smiled.
They exchanged a meaningful glance.
Now that right there is true love, true soul mates.
Mind’s thinking the same thoughts at the same time.
“Who does?” Micky asked, bewildered.
Yunho nodded his head towards their (too wrapped up in Kyuhyun to notice) maknae.
“He does”
Micky’s confusion furthered.
“I know he does, he always has, always will” he spoke, giving Junsu a ‘wtf’ face.
As if the leader and his lover should have known this very obvious piece of information before.
“Still not as much as loves him though” Junsu grinned.
Micky’s smile spread across his own face.
Whipping his head towards his two dongsaengs, Yunho mouth fell open in a silent ‘O’.
“What, you guys didn’t know about those two?” the bands second rapper smirked.
The two eldest members just shook their heads. Confirming his words.
“I knew, he tells me everything. Before you ask, it has been going on for at least four months and yes, it is serious.” He paused to glance at the two unaware men, admiration shining in his eyes.
“He’s got it bad man, real bad”.
“I think it’s adorable.” Junsu smiled sweetly.
His two eldest hyungs gave him an exasperated look, to which he replied.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, I’m not supposed to know about it either, but Yoochun let it slip accidentally one night.”
“Why did he come to you?” Yunho asked, trying really hard not to sound the little bit hurt he actually felt.
Micky recognised it in his tone, sparing a gentle smile at his leader “He had to tell someone and I was just there.”
Their leader nodded, it made sense. It didn’t hurt anymore.
“Why hasn’t he told us yet though, it’s been four months” Jaejoong queried.
“Give him time, he will. He just needs time to figure things out, not to mention the fact that he probably wants the chance to enjoy this before everyone starts asking a million and one questions and teasing him every two minutes.”
At his last statement, his eyes darting accusingly at his eldest hyung.
Jaejoong noticeably shrank back in his seat, grimace set upon his lips and a slight trace of shame.
Yunho smiled and reached over to caress the others hand lovingly, comfortingly, supporting his man.
Yoochun laughed aloud at the sight.
“You two are too much, remember when you first got it on, you never told any of us for ages, way more than four months” he paused, holding his left hand up, palm facing the two men directly across the table from himself and his own lover. “We never minded, we understood it was a transitional period for you both and besides that, you were afraid of our reactions, which is fair, since none of us had discussed ‘that kind’ of relationship before. Just give him some time, this all new for him.”
Their leader nodded.
Yoochun was right, it would be silly to try and push Changmin. He would be ready when he was ready and not before.
“DONG BANG SHIN KI”
All the men at the table jumped in surprise, each of them staring around at each other, wondering what the hell had just happened, why their bands name was called so loudly and brightly into the dimly lit room.
“WELL DONE GUYS”
Yunho’s head whipped around to the familiar voice of Super Junior’s leader Leeteuk, yelling across the relatively small space at them, a look of pure elation and pride in his features.
The rest of Super Junior stood, cheering, hollering and clapping.
Glancing to his right, Yunho saw a very similar reaction at SHINee’s table. All of his hoobaes were on their feet, whooping like it was going out of fashion, especially Onew.
Yunho smiled. They shared a look, leader to leader.
“Well boys, we won” he finally yelled, growing excited himself, pulling Jaejoong from his seat and into his arms.
He felt himself being tugged backwards and into Shindong’s embrace as he saw his lover being yanked into Kangin’s. His smile grew wider.
“WELL DONE MIN, YOU DESERVE THIS. I LOVE YOU”
You could have heard a pin drop at the two tables the two bands occupied. All eyes fell on Changmin and Kyuhyun. Wrapped in each other’s arms with no sign of letting up anytime soon, they held one another for what seemed like an eternity before Max replied, quieter, more hushed but still audible to the audience of their members they were still unaware they had gathered.
“Thank you Kyuhyunnie. I love you too, so much.”
All jaws hit the floor.
As if slowly becoming aware of the eyes on them, they moved apart hesitantly.
Finally looking their members in the eyes, they both grinned sheepishly.
Scratch that, Max did, Kyuhyun looked as nonchalant as ever.
“What?” he asked, looking from man to man as he scanned the crowd around himself and his lover.
Excuses were mumbled as everyone attempted to look like they hadn’t seen or heard a damn thing. Their red faces and guilty eyes doing nothing to keep up their pretence.
“Yeah, I thought as much” Kyuhyun smirked.
Leeteuk leaned over to give Yunho a quick congratulatory hug.
“Those maknae’s will be the death of us, mark my words” he whispered into Yunho’s ear, winking at him when they separated.
“Don’t I know it”
Both men whirled around to see Onew leaning over them both, grinning.
Their eyes then falling upon the sweet and innocent appearing Taemin, sitting wide eyed and prettily in his seat, the boy could have been an angel with trimmed wings as far as the two elder men were concerned.
“Mark my words” Onew tapped his nose, winking at them both, devious grin on his face.
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