Dont Just Dream : Jaeho
By: JB - unni

"Are you sure?" Junsu had called for his hyungs, walking into the kitchen, living room, and all of the work rooms, but was unable to find anyone. He followed Yoochun down the hall, who sighed, shaking his head.

"I'm absolutely positive." Yoochun smiled softly. Changmin hadn't returned home with them, and was dragged along with Yunho who seemed like he really did want to get out of DBSK's HQ, or at least that was what he said. Junsu shifted from one foot to another.

"Hyung... what if--?"

Yoochun silenced Junsu by placing his lips gently on his. Yoochun's kisses always left Junsu senseless. Slowly, Yoochun moved Junsu, opening the door to their bedroom(s), and then closed it behind him. He pushed him against the wall, and they pulled apart for air, and stared back into eachothers eyes. Yoochun took his arms from Junsu and placed them on either side of his head, but in turn Junsu did not release his love and pulled Yoochun back to him.

Yoochun let out a small moan as Junsu's cold hand went up from underneath his shirt. Junsu was impatiently tugging at his shirt, wanting so badly for it be off. But just as Yoochun was about to do what he was asked, a lampshade on the other side of the room clicked on and startled them both.

They'd woken Jaejoong up, and he was staring back at them with the same horrified intensity.

"Wh-What are... Yoochun? Junsu?" he stammered, his eyes wide from what he, for ten seconds at the most, had witnessed.

He'd fallen asleep from when he had that incident with Yunho, angry at himself from what he did. Sleeping peacefully, he woke up at quarter-to-two, when he was disturbed by a loud moan. He thought at first that it was him --he had another one of those dreams-- but when his eyes adjusted to the dark, his jaw dropped at the sight of Yoochun and Junsu, who too absorbed with eachother to noticed the mortified Jaejoong. He was gawking at them, watching all the while at how happy and how much they loved eachother, before he couldn't take anymore --jealous of course that he wasn't able to do the same-- and turned the small light on.

"J-Jaejoong-hyung? You were here... the whole--" Yoochun scuttled over to hide the embarassed Junsu, who was holding his neck, which had multiple red blotches dotted here and there.

Jaejoong sat up straight. "Yeah..."

Yoochun turned around, and whispered to Junsu. Jaejoong was just able to hear some of it. "... go... clean that up." Then Junsu, whose face was red, was out the door, and Jaejoong heard the slam of the bathroom door. 'Someone got very excited,' Jaejoong thought, and then looked back up at Yoochun.

"Hyung, was that--?" Jaejoong started.

Then Yoochun interupted him. "Yes, it's exactally what you think." He sat down on his bed, and ran a hand through his already tousled hair.

"Since when?" Jaejoong was ready to ask for the whole story.

Yoochun decided to give it to him. "It started a few months ago, when I think I first started noticing Junsu was acting differently around me, usually when we were alone. He'd be teasing and doing all sort of weird things, well, things that I thought were weird at the moment. I thought at first he was just playing or kidding around, like we usually do... but then one day he caught me by surprise when he led me somewhere isolated, and planted one on me." Jaejoong saw him reach up to his lips, touching them softly.

"He said he was sorry, also confessing to me. And Junsu-ah said he wouldn't get in the way of our friendship or anything like that ever again." He paused for a while, thinking back, with emotions swimming in his eyes. "Then after a while, it was hard to talk or look at one another. But I'd also have this feeling, whenever I saw him, and it was changing me. Adding it all up together, I found out I was also in love with him. So I confessed to him too when we were alone, and then here we are."

Yoochun smiled, and collapsed back on to his bed. Jaejoong walked over, and sat down on the other bed beside him (which was Junsu's). "Hyung, are you saying you only confessed back to him when you two went out," he looked over to the clock. "A few hours ago?" This meant Junsu had been waiting for Yoochun for months at a time.

The only answer Jaejoong did get back, was a tender smile.

Yunho and Changmin got back later that night and were quiet not to disturb the others in their sleep, and they both had questions to ask in the morning, to why Yoochun and Junsu were in eachothers' arms. When the sun rose, Jaejoong got up early to make breakfast. He was thinking quite deeply about Yoochun and Junsu's situation.

'Maybe I should have done what Yoochun did...' he thought, cracking an egg. 'I should just tell Yunho how I feel about him... and do what Junsu did...' It bothered him to think of all the possible outcomes of the confession. Would Yunho be angry? Would he be bothered by it, and always look the other way from Jaejoong?

"It's going to hurt," Jaejoong told himself, and placed a piece of bacon on a plate. He didn't realize Changmin walked into the kitchen. He noticed the food.

"Hyung," Changmin walked up to the table. "Why is that plate frowning?" Jaejoong took another look at the two eggs, and strip of bacon he placed on Changmin's plate. It was frowning. Changmin flipped it over, and smiled back at it.

"Something bothering you hyung?" Changmin stabbed at the bacon and shoved it hungrily in his mouth. Jaejoong shook his head. Everyone piled in for breakfast, but Junsu announced that he and Yoochun were going to eat elsewhere, apoligizing to Jaejoong, but winked back at him at the same time. Jaejoong noticed that Yunho didn't come to the table.

'Is he really angry with me?' Jaejoong thought sadly. He looked over to Changmin.

"Changminnie, can you bring this to Yunho?" he said stiffly.

Changmin looked up. "Uhm... okay." When he finished up, he heard Changmin knock, and close the door to Yunho's room.

Jaejoong leaned against the counter. 'I should tell him. I should tell him.'

When he heard a door open and close again, he walked quietly over to Yunho's room. His knuckles, ready for the knock, stopped. Jaejoong heard laughing on the other side of the door. He hoped Changmin had left already. Opening the door a bit, creaking, he spotted Changmin and Yunho in front of his computer. He thought they heard him from the way Yunho stopped chuckling abruptly, but they said nothing. Then Jaejoong's eyes widened.

Yunho's arms were wound around Changmin, who was laughing with him, resting his head on Yunho's shoulder. After saying somethings to eachother, things that were inaudible to Jaejoong, Yunho kissed Changmin on the forehead.

Closing the door, Jaejoong grabbed a jacket, and was out the main doors. He slammed it so hard, that it shook the whole place.

Jaejoong got back late that night, unlocking the doors to 'DBSK HQ', to find the whole place awefully quiet. Jaejoong sat down in front of the TV, endlessly flipping channels. He stopped again when he found a re-run of 'Unforgettable Love'. He chuckled to himself to what those people would think, if they found out he wasn't into girls.

"What's so funny?"

Jaejoong turned his head to see Yunho, who was maybe the last person he wanted to see. He sat himself down on the couch beside Jaejoong.

"Nothing, just laughing at myself..." Jaejoong said quietly, flipping channels again. Yunho looked over at him, concern knitting his eyebrows together.

"Laughing at yourself?" he asked, not sure what to make of the statement. Jaejoong nodded half-heartedly. "Why?" Yunho inquired.

Jaejoong shrugged. "Because I'm stupid."

Yunho frowned like his breakfast. "You're not stupid. Why would you say that, hyung?!" He sounded angry, Jaejoong thought, I'm only adding to his anger. A flicker of light set off in Jaejoong, and he realized this was a good oppertunity.

He took a deep breath in, worried his voice might crack later on. Jaejoong bit his lip. "I'm stupid, because I can't even tell the person I'm in love with, that I love them."

"Wh--" Yunho started, but Jaejoong turned his head to look at him sharply, shutting his mouth.

"Because I'm pathetic. I'm worried about what they'll say, how they'll feel, and if we'll ever be able to stay friends." Jaejoong's voice was rising. "But in the past few days, I've probably already screwed our friendship up, because of how idioticly stupid I've been. I'm not sure if I should tell them anymore, but... I think I've figured out how."

Yunho stared dumbfounded at Jaejoong. His gaze grew soft, and Jaejoong closed the already limited space between them.

First, Jaejoong was happy to know he was right, and that Yunho's lips were soft, so soft. But second, he wasn't prepared for Yunho's response.

Yunho pushed Jaejoong down against the couch, and was on top of him. He kissed him back forcefully, wanting so much more then Jaejoong intended. He was shocked at first, dazed at Yunho's reaction, but then he realized this is what he wanted.

They were only into their first kiss, but Jaejoong was already moaning loudly. Yunho opened his mouth, and his tongue glided easily across Jaejoong's bottom lip, and asked for entrance. Smiling into their kiss, Jaejoong teased him and kept his lips glued shut.

Impatient already, Yunho bit Jaejoong's lip, and he gasped. Taking his chance, Yunho stuck his tongue in Jaejoong's mouth, and rubbing it against Jaejoong's. He moaned again. That wasn't the only thing rubbing up against Jaejoong. Yunho was straddling his waist, and Jaejoong could feel the pull down at Yunho's lower half, which was driving Jaejoong up the wall.

Yunho explored every inch of Jaejoong's mouth, and their tongues both danced for dominance. Yunho was taking over, and had his hand travelling up Jaejoong's shirt. And subconsciously, Jaejoong was slowly stripping articles of clothing off of Yunho, his vest and his jacket already on the floor. But Jaejoong whimpered quietly when Yunho suddenly pulled away from him, and they both sat up.

Yunho smiled sweetly. "Jaejoongie-ah..." he kissed his forehead. Jaejoong's face was burning up.

"Y-Yunho..." Jaejoong was at a loss for words. He collected himself, and blurted out the words he was dying to confess. "Saranghae Yunho, I love you..." They weren't a lot of words, but they meant everything to Jaejoong.

Yunho rolled his eyes. "I know. That's why you did this," he pecked at Jaejoong's lips.

Jaejoong looked confused. "But you do... too?"

Yunho planted another, longer one on him. "Yes, I love you too Jaejoongie."

"But why didn't you tell me before?" Jaejoong sat on top of Yunho, and rested his forehead on his. It sure would've been a lot easier for me, he thought.

Yunho wrapped his arms around Jaejoong's waist. "The same reason why you didn't tell me."

"You knew that already?!"

"Yes, it was obvious." Yunho exclaimed. "The blushing, the nervousness to simple physical contact..." Jaejoong nodded, understanding. But he couldn't get one other thing off his mind.

"Why did you... kiss Changmin earlier today?" he became red with embarassment, having to say he did spy on them. Yunho threw his head back to laugh.

"You saw that Joongie?" Jaejoong would have to get used to the nickname. "We were asked to do a little fanservice. Why? Were you, dare I say, jealous?" Jaejoong sealed Yunho's lips with a kiss.

Pulling away, Yunho smiled the softest smile that Jaejoong had ever seen on his face. He took Jaejoong's hand in his, and stood them up. He led his down the hallway, then stopped in front of the bedroom door. "Let's finish what we started, 'kay Jaejoong-ah?" Grinning, Jaejoong followed Yunho into the room to be greated by a scream.

Yoochun and Junsu were tangled up together, half-naked wearing only their jeans, on the bed. Junsu looked furious. "Yunho, Jaejoong, go get your own room! This ones taken!" Yoochun threw a cocky grin over his shoulder before claiming Junsu's lips again.

Laughing, Yunho and Jaejoong closed the door. They grabbed their hackets and were out the door, perhaps taking on Junsu's offer to find another room.

A/N: Thank you very much for reading this fic. : ) Review please.