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30 June 2011 @ 05:30 pm
TVXQ; Baggage; NC-17; JaeChun  
Title: Baggage (2/2)
Author: omen1x2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: JaeChun, YooSu bff!ery, broken!YunJae, slight MinSu, luggage cart!JaeChunSu
Disclaimer: Like all fanfic writers, I twist reality to please me.
Summary: Because to me, there’s nothing in this world quite as adorable as Jaejoong, Yoochun, and Junsu riding around on a luggage cart. AU.

Part Two
By Omen-chan

Jaejoong stood over his bed, hands on his hips. “You have to be the single most lazy person I have ever met.”

Yoochun groaned and covered his head with the pillow. His voice was muffled as he tried to reply, “Not lazy. Hungover.”

Rolling his eyes, Jaejoong reached down to grab his pillow. “Well, that certainly isn’t my fault. You got yourself drunk all on your own. Now get up. You promised me a date.”

Yoochun rolled over, blinking wearily up at him. “I thought I already gave you one.”

Jaejoong gave Yoochun’s face a smack with the pillow. “You gave me a sexless threesome and bruises. That so doesn’t count.”

“I most certainly did not.”


“I gave you flowers too.”

Jaejoong flung up his hands, and gave up.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

In a sudden and inexplicably masochistic mood, Jaejoong turned his cell phone on. Without giving himself time to think, he sent a text. “I’m staying at the Lotte Hotel. I won’t give you the room number, but I’ll meet you at the restaurant.”

He waited until Yunho replied with an affirmative and gave a time before turning his phone back off.

It was all Yoochun’s stupid fault anyway.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

“I should have guessed you’d be staying here.” Yunho smiled, holding a bouquet. “This always was one of your favorite hotels.”

Jaejoong didn’t meet Yunho’s eyes, instead choosing to frown at the flowers. “Do you really think this is a proper situation for flowers?”

Yunho shrugged and set them on the table. Sitting down, he said conversationally, “Aren’t they the standard form of apology? For couples, at least.”

“We aren’t a couple.”

“Well, we were. And I think you might be overreacting a bit.”

Incredulous, Jaejoong finally met Yunho’s eyes. “’Overreacting’? Are you kidding me?”

“Well, everyone makes mistakes now and then. We’re not all of us perfect.”

“That wasn’t a mistake, Yunho. You didn’t accidentally trip into my bed and just happen to land with your cock in someone else.” Jaejoong froze as he heard the familiar clicking of cameras. Fuck. Why had he wanted to do this, again?

“I was drunk. And it’s not just your bed.”

“I was drunk last night too, but I didn’t screw the first person I saw.” Although I wanted to. Jaejoong shook his head sharply.

“Maybe you should have. You wouldn’t be so uptight now.”

Visibly deflating, Jaejoong reached for his glass of water and took a sip. “Yeah. Right. Not getting fucked last night is so obviously my problem. Not your fucking someone and me catching you.” He looked around, sharply, and ignored the people hurriedly trying to hide their cameras and phones. “Where’s the god damn waiter?”

“Right here!”

Jaejoong jumped and stared. Junsu hadn’t even bothered to change out of his bellhop’s uniform. “What? J-” Junsu interrupted him by placing two menus on the table. “You may order shortly, sir, when your regular waiter is able to get to your table. But I suggest you don’t worry. We, the fine servers at Lotte Hotel know exactly what you need.”

Yunho pointed at himself. “Really? Me too?”

Junsu ignored him, and continued, speaking loudly enough for the people at the tables around them to hear. “And it is against hotel policy to photograph other guests while they dine. If you have any complaints, sir, just let me know, and I’ll take care of it.”

Turning on his heel with a sly grin and a wink, he strode right out of the restaurant.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Jaejoong wasn’t really surprised when, barely five minutes later, Yoochun sauntered into the restaurant and came right over to their table. He hadn’t bothered to change out of his uniform either, but his was considerably more rumpled from being in bed all day.

“Excuse me, sir,” he said to Yunho with perfect politeness. “But you seem to have stolen my date.”

Jaejoong didn’t really mind so much when he heard the familiar clicking start again.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

“So what the hell was that about?” Yoochun asked, arms behind his head, as they walked back to the hotel room.


“Don’t play dumb with me. Your ex didn’t just happen to find you here, did he?”

“Well, you certainly seemed to.”

“I work here.”

“Oh, don’t give me that. Junsu told you what was going on, didn’t he?”

“I have spies everywhere. It might have been Junsu, it might not. But that’s really not the issue here.”

“What’s the issue, then?”

“You said you weren’t going to talk to him.”

“I never said any such thing,” Jaejoong replied calmly as they stopped at his door. He dug in his pockets for his keycard.

“Maybe you didn’t say it, but you implied it. I thought we agreed that you weren’t going to put up with that shit?”

Jaejoong looked up sharply, forgetting his keycard for a moment. It suddenly occurred to him that, despite the lazy tone and casual stance, Yoochun was deeply angry. “What the hell does it have to do with you? I had some free time, he wanted to talk. I needed to eat, so I thought I could kill two birds with one stone. Only you dragged me out of there before I got to eat, so I got no benefit from it whatsoever.”

Yoochun rolled his eyes and reached into Jaejoong’s back pocket, pulling out the keycard and using it to open the door. “You are so full of shit.”

Jaejoong realized as soon as they were back in the room that he really didn’t want to fight. “Yeah. I wasn’t thinking. Sorry.”

Looking over at him in surprise, Yoochun answered, “You don’t have to apologize to me. I was just worried, is all. And when Junsu called me-”


“-and told me where you were, and who you were with, I freaked out and ran down to the restaurant without even getting to clean myself up first. Speaking of which, can I borrow some clothes? These ones are beginning to smell pretty ripe.”

Shrugging, Jaejoong waved vaguely towards his pile of suitcases in the corner. “Sure. Go ahead. Have at it.”

Yoochun beamed at him in thanks and started to unbutton his shirt. “Great, thanks. My reputation as a Casanova has already gone down in smoke. I’m sure I’ll never live down the humiliation of walking through the lobby in yesterday’s clothes, without even a shower to improve the ambience.”

Jaejoong had turned away as soon as Yoochun had started to undress. Digging through an open suitcase, he muttered, “Okay, well, go take one now, you stinky Casanova you.”

“Oh, all right.” Yoochun tossed his shirt to the side. “Want to join me?”

Jerking his head up in shock, Jaejoong sputtered, “W- Wh-”

“Just kidding.”

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

“I borrowed your toothbrush.”

Jaejoong nodded up at the ceiling, refusing to turn his head toward the open bathroom door. He’d set the clothes for Yoochun in the bathroom while he showered, and he still hadn’t managed to work his arousal down yet.

The bed dipped as Yoochun lay down next to him. “Thanks for the clothes,” Yoochun murmured.

“Sure thing.”

Yoochun dangled a cell phone over Jaejoong’s nose. Frowning, Jaejoong asked, “When the hell did you grab my phone?”

“When I grabbed your key.”

“Well, what are you doing with it, then?”

“I thought we might call room service. Finally have our date.”

“Oh.” Jaejoong reached up for his phone. “Okay, then.”

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

This, Jaejoong decided, was a much better date than the last one. Yoochun’s head was in his lap, one of those perfect smiles on his face, while Jaejoong fed him from the countless plates he’d ordered from room service.

“I’m starting to get fuuuuull,” Yoochun complained unconvincingly, since he couldn’t seem to stop smiling.

“Well, don’t eat, then,” Jaejoong replied placidly as he forewent a fork to pick up some pasta and ate it himself, sucking the sauce from his thumb and forefinger.

Yoochun dropped the smile and pouted. “Hey. I wanted that.”

“No, you didn’t. You’re full, remember?”

“Well, I wanted the sauce, then.”

Laughing, Jaejoong returned to the plate and slid a finger through the sauce. “Get off your lazy ass and get some.” Before he had the chance to bring his finger to his mouth, Yoochun caught Jaejoong’s hand and leaned closer, flicking his tongue out to steal the sauce from it.

Yoochun didn’t let go when he was finished, and just smiled up at him. “Any strawberries left?”

Wordlessly, Jaejoong reached further over Yoochun to grab the bowl on his far side.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Fifteen minutes later, Yoochun still hadn’t released Jaejoong’s hand. “It’s a pity you didn’t ask to get the bar restocked.”

“Maybe I thought it might be a good idea to lay off the alcohol for a while.”

Yoochun wrinkled his nose. “Maybe I thought I’d get you drunk again so I could ravish you.”

“You had plenty of chances to ravish me while I was drunk.”

“First time doesn’t count. You needed to talk to someone. And the second time doesn’t count either.”

“Because of your insane chaperone friend?”

“Because you’d be naked, and I don’t really want to share.”

“Ah, I see.” Jaejoong carefully shifted so that he could lie next to Yoochun. “Well, it’s a good thing you don’t need to get me drunk to ravish me.”

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Yoochun absolutely refused to kiss him, and Jaejoong was starting to get annoyed.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” What the hell is wrong with me? he wants to ask instead.


“Right,” Jaejoong huffed and sat back up. “You’ve been flirting with me nonstop since yesterday, and now I’m right here, and you’re not doing anything.”

“I just want to be sure, is all.”

“’Sure’? Sure about what?”

“Well, have you ever played basketball?”

Well, that was an utterly bizarre question. “Um. No.”



“Well, that’s something, then.”

“Okay, if you don’t start making sense, I’m going to walk right out that door, and leave you here on my huge bed in my lovely suite all alone. Got it?”

Yoochun sat up and moved close to Jaejoong to press their foreheads together. “Well, you don’t play basketball, right? So you don’t do rebounds.”

“Oh.” Jaejoong smiled, almost shy. “No, I don’t.”

“Good,” Yoochun breathed, and pressed their lips together in a soft, sweet kiss that Jaejoong felt all the way to his toes.

“Mmm, yeah,” Jaejoong replied after, eyes still closed. “Very good.”

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Jaejoong decided that he really, really liked helping Yoochun out of his own clothes. There was just something about undoing the familiar buttons, only to find a completely different physique underneath, that really got to him. He wondered if he’d feel that way with just any hot guy in his clothes.

Jaejoong looked up, and even though Yoochun wasn’t smiling anymore, the look on his face still managed to make Jaejoong’s stomach flip.

Probably not.

Pressing his nose into Yoochun’s chest, Jaejoong inhaled deeply, smelling soap and a hint of Yoochun. No strawberry shampoo this time, and Jaejoong momentarily regretted Yoochun’s shower.

“You smell like five star soap.”

Yoochun laughed, deep in his throat, and Jaejoong could hear it rumbling in his chest. “They rate soap now?”

“Well, you smell like the soap at a five star hotel, then. I don’t like it.” It reminded him too much of nights with Yunho in strange hotels, but he didn’t know how to say that.

Humming softly to himself in thought, Yoochun asked, “What would you like instead?”

“I liked the way you smelled yesterday. With the alcohol and the strawberry conditioner and you.”

Smiling, Yoochun gripped Jaejoong gently by the hair and pulled him up for a kiss. When they broke away, Yoochun mumbled against Jaejoong’s lips. “Pass me the strawberries.”

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Sticky and laughing, Yoochun tried to steal an additional kiss as Jaejoong crushed another strawberry and poured the juice into his hair. Jaejoong kept dodging, and they were making the bed an absolute mess, but neither of them cared.

Finally managing to tackle Jaejoong into the pillows, Yoochun yelled, “You are so evil! Making me sticky, with no sex coming before it.”

Jaejoong’s laugh was muffled underneath him, but Yoochun still managed to catch the bare hints of, “Your idea.”

In retaliation, Yoochun bit down on the back of Jaejoong’s neck, and then flicked his tongue out to lap lazily at the mark. Jaejoong rolled onto his back underneath him, dark eyes luminous under his bangs. His breath was coming hard and fast as he whispered, “Well, I guess I could make you sticky for another reason.” He interrupted Yoochun’s next kiss with a hand over his mouth and continued. “But first, I want one more strawberry.”

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Strawberries, Jaejoong had decided, were definitely his favorite fruit. He flicked his tongue and relished the moan that the action emitted. Especially when he was sharing them with Yoochun.

Jaejoong broke the kiss with a sigh, and then started licking the dripping juice from Yoochun’s lips and chin, almost catlike.

“You know,” Yoochun began conversationally as he tilted his head back. Jaejoong could practically taste the vibrations of his voice on his tongue as he licked Yoochun’s neck. “I’m beginning to think that that tongue of yours should be illegal.”

Jaejoong purred. “Oh?”

“Definitely.” He had to close his eyes as Jaejoong’s licks went lower. “It’s practically sinful. And if you keep using it for too much longer, I’m going to be kind of useless with the proceedings.”

Pausing in his attack on Yoochun’s collarbone, he asked innocently, “Want me to stop, then?”

Yoochun growled and rolled them back over, capturing Jaejoong’s lips in another kiss and tangling their tongues together.

Definitely sinful.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

“It’s nothing personal, but I think I’m going to have to murder you.”

“Shut up already! I never thought that I was going to need lube during my break-up retreat, god damn it!”

Yoochun eyed Jaejoong’s ass from where it was wriggling over the edge of a suitcase. Much too far away for Yoochun to bother getting up and touching, but certainly not too far to ogle.

“So what are you looking for then? We can do plenty of things without lube, and watching you is making me frisky.”

Jaejoong turned to look at Yoochun, eyebrow raised.

“More frisky, I mean.”

Stifling a laugh as he turned back to the suitcase, Jaejoong replied, “I’ve got hand lotion in here somewhere. It’ll do fine.”

“Hand lotion?”


“Vanilla scented?”

“Um, yeah…”

“All-natural moisturizing?”

Jaejoong turned back around to look at him, perplexed.

Yoochun smiled complacently and pulled the only clean pillow under his head. “It’s in the bathroom.”

“You bastard!” Jaejoong screeched as he half fell on his ass in his hurry to get up.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Yoochun gave a slight moan and stretched his arms over his head, fingers touching the headboard. Jaejoong’s fingers were deliciously talented, and Yoochun was almost certain his spine had melted.

“You know,” Jaejoong murmured into his ear, voice low and husky, “I think you’re ready.”

“Oooh, I dunno.” Yoochun’s grin was almost devilish. “Maybe a bit longer. To be on the safe side.”

Rolling his eyes, Jaejoong reached down with his free hand to adjust himself. His arousal was beginning to become insanely uncomfortable, but he obligingly twisted his fingers.

“It’s nothing personal or anything,” Jaejoong quipped at him, grinding desperately into Yoochun’s hip, “But I think I’m going to have to murder you.”

“Oh, fine, then.” As Jaejoong pulls out his fingers, Yoochun covers his whimper by continuing, “Spoilsport.”

He promptly forgot the argument as Jaejoong pulled Yoochun’s legs onto his shoulders, but he distinctly heard Jaejoong say, “I promise I’ll make it up to you,” before kissing him soundly.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Yoochun was whining, clawing desperately at Jaejoong’s back as he was pounded into the bed. It felt so good, and yet… and yet…

“JaeJae, please, touch me, please, please…” He turned his head, drooling into the pillow and not caring as he continued to beg. Touching himself just wouldn’t be the same; he desperately needed Jaejoong’s slender fingers around his cock, and fuck he was an evil tease because he just wouldn’t, and…

He had to bite his lip to keep from screaming as Jaejoong’s hand slowly began to wrap around his erection. It didn’t take much, and his last coherent thought was that it would be a much better idea to bite Jaejoong’s shoulder than to bite his lip.

So he did.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Jaejoong fingered the mark on his collarbone and then turned to his side to fix a glare at Yoochun.

“What?” Yoochun couldn’t stop grinning. “It looks good on you.”

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

“Well, that is a pair of well-fucked grins if I ever saw them,” Junsu said conversationally. He was on the clock, but he obviously didn’t care as he joined them at their table.

Yoochun was too happy to come up with a decent return quip, so he just held his chopsticks out so Junsu could have a bite. “Shouldn’t you be slaving away for the five star freaks?”

“The five star freaks can take care of their own luggage for once,” Junsu mumbled around his mouthful. “Mmm, this is really good.”

Jaejoong’s foot was resting innocently on Yoochun’s lap under the table. He really didn’t care if the cameras caught it. “Haven’t you ever had the food here before? I mean, you do work here. Or at least you pretend to. I don’t believe they actually pay you to ride around in luggage carts and get drunk with the guests and steal menus to pretend to be a waiter.”

“We can’t afford the food here. And Junsu wouldn’t get fired, even if he burned the hotel down.”

“Well, this time you’ve got a rich pop star to pick up the tab, I suppose. And why not?”

Junsu was trying to shove Yoochun out of his chair, blushing furiously, as Jaejoong looked on in fascination.

“Oh, the boss has a huge crush on him.”


~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Two Months Later:

Jaejoong frowned down at his phone as he stepped into the hotel foyer. He’d gotten the text from Junsu two whole hours ago while he was shooting for a music video, and it had left him baffled ever since.

Staff meeting at five. Boss says you have to come too. No excuses!

Jaejoong couldn’t remember becoming a hotel employee, but he supposed being the boyfriend of one and the friend of another could qualify him as one by association.

He still hadn’t moved out of the hotel. He’d let Yunho keep the apartment without quibbling, and really, he was happy here. But if Yoochun ever got around to asking him to move in, he’d probably be a lot happier there instead. But here was fine, in the interim. And as long as Yoochun didn't ignore him again, he wouldn't go on any more masochistic binges and call Yunho for a meet.

Yoochun grabbed Jaejoong’s arm and pulled him behind the concierge desk as soon as he walked in. “Do you have any idea what this is about?” Yoochun hissed.

“Of course not! I don’t even work here!”

Yoochun was clearly freaking out. “You don’t think he found out about me screwing you on the clock last night, do you?”

“Hmm. Well, I guess it’s possible-”

They were interrupted by the entrance of The Boss, who fixed them both with frigid stares. They flinched.

“And where, may I ask, is Junsu?” the boss asked, ice dripping from every syllable.

While Jaejoong seemed to freeze completely, unused to the boss’ manner, Yoochun relaxed completely. He couldn’t be in trouble for having sex if Junsu had to be there. “No idea, big boss man.”

Right on cue, Junsu bounded into the foyer. For once, he wasn’t in his uniform, clearly having been called into the meeting on his day off, and his grass-stained soccer jersey seemed to imply he was going to enjoy his day off, regardless.

“Ah,” the boss said eloquently, and then turned to lead them to his office without a word. Junsu just continued his bounding right past the counter after him.

Jaejoong and Yoochun looked at each other, shared a shrug, and followed them.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

“We have An Issue.”

“We do?” Junsu had taken the only other chair in the room and yet seemed to take up every inch of floor space with his sprawl, although he didn’t quite have the courage to put his feet on the boss’ desk.

“Indeed. We do.” The boss held up three pictures, and watched their reactions as they flinched. “Well?”

Jaejoong, Junsu, and Yoochun all looked at each other, as if daring someone else to say something.

“I said, well?”

Suddenly, Junsu grinned and put one of his dirty cleats on Changmin’s desk. “What? Riding luggage carts is fun. You should try it sometime. Our next scheduled club meeting is tomorrow, if you want to join.”

“You have a club for this insane activity? You’ve broken three carts!”

“Well, we do now.”


A/N: The Lotte Hotel is a real five star hotel in Seoul, complete with bellhops. I thought its inclusion would be deeply amusing.

Back to: Part One

On to sequel: Unpacked
dafny: chibi_jaechunjaedork on June 30th, 2011 11:13 pm (UTC)
Omen-chan: Yoochunomen1x2 on June 30th, 2011 11:57 pm (UTC)
I hope you enjoy it. XD
(no subject) - jaedork on July 1st, 2011 12:40 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - omen1x2 on July 1st, 2011 12:43 am (UTC) (Expand)
k_inthetrunkk_inthetrunk on July 1st, 2011 12:04 am (UTC)
OMG! this was really awesome!!!
I want more fivestar!Jaejoong, casanova-uke!Yoochun and Junsu-self!Junsu. XD A little bi of bossy!Changmin would be well appreciated too!
Omen-chan: alice nine.omen1x2 on July 1st, 2011 12:09 am (UTC)

Okay, somehow, your descriptions of the guys just killed me. Don't even ask me why, I just thought they were absolutely hilarious. XDDDDD

Request noted! And I'll think about it. ^o^
(no subject) - k_inthetrunk on July 1st, 2011 12:45 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - omen1x2 on July 1st, 2011 01:10 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - k_inthetrunk on July 1st, 2011 01:20 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - omen1x2 on July 1st, 2011 11:15 am (UTC) (Expand)
killboredomkillboredom on July 1st, 2011 12:58 am (UTC)
This is so much fun! I loved every word of it. The wit and humor is totally my cup of tea.
Omen-chan: Jaejoong Smileomen1x2 on July 1st, 2011 01:09 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! ^o^
Odangeliikodangeliik on July 1st, 2011 01:53 am (UTC)
Yaaay Part 2!! =D.. i absolutely love it!!!<33 Hahaha the ending is hilarious!! Great fic!!

Thank you!! <3 =D
Omen-chan: JaeChun in Parisomen1x2 on July 1st, 2011 02:02 am (UTC)
Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked it. ^o^
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Omen-chan: JaeChun - AADBSK3omen1x2 on July 1st, 2011 10:15 am (UTC)
I've already had requests for more, so we'll see. ^o^
matsukisaramatsukisara on July 1st, 2011 10:33 am (UTC)
YAY!! PART 2 ^O^ I totally love it ^~^

Jaechun is must LOVE *O* And the ending was really hilarious ^^
Omen-chan: JaeChun 02omen1x2 on July 1st, 2011 11:09 am (UTC)

Yeah, the ending was actually something I'd planned on from the very beginning. Like, I wrote the first line and thought to myself, "You know what would be awesome...?"
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lamerklamerk on July 1st, 2011 04:52 pm (UTC)
the story is just awesome ♥
and aw, uke!chun was unexpected :3
minsu, huh? >:D
Omen-chan: Jaejoongomen1x2 on July 1st, 2011 07:15 pm (UTC)
Thanks. XD

Yeah, sort of. It was really put in to be a joke, more than anything really serious, but I still had fun with it.
zoeybunnygalszoeybunnygals on July 2nd, 2011 03:26 am (UTC)
LOL...i'm sure secretly Changmin would love to join
Omen-chan: TVXQ - Changmin's Too Tallomen1x2 on July 2nd, 2011 10:23 am (UTC)
Dude, who wouldn't? ♥
blocassimereblocassimere on July 2nd, 2011 04:33 am (UTC)

LOL Changmin, join their club! For sure you'll enjoy it and maybe the other ride behind it too xDD Waaahhh, this is so cute! *huggles this fic*

Omen-chan: JaeChun Being Dorkyomen1x2 on July 2nd, 2011 10:25 am (UTC)

Changmin'd probably need his own cart, though. He's so tall that he'd make everything topple over if he shared with JaeChunSu. XD
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allergic_girl: U r Mineallergic_girl on July 11th, 2011 09:33 am (UTC)
Gosh!! I'm sure I'll remember this heart warming (with little smut) story every time I saw luggage carts!!
Omen-chan: JaeChun 03omen1x2 on July 11th, 2011 11:33 am (UTC)
Thanks! But don't blame me. Blame THEM. God, I love luggage carts now, and it's all their fault. :P
archangelstepharchangelsteph on July 11th, 2011 11:23 am (UTC)
this fic had me roflmfao
the way the acted had me quite amused XD
especially the luggage cart rides those were awesome and had me wishing i could do it 2 lol 8)
Omen-chan: JaeChunomen1x2 on July 11th, 2011 11:34 am (UTC)
Dude, I know, right? I don't know how I'm going to be able to control myself in hotels now...
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Omen-chan: JaeChun in Parisomen1x2 on July 24th, 2011 01:12 pm (UTC)
Honestly? That's all it came from. Watched the CF, fell in love with JaeChunSu on a luggage cart, and decided it must be memorialized. XD
DelusionaLLbe_ddelusionall on August 27th, 2011 04:17 pm (UTC)
omg this is just ... SQUEEEEEEE
(I have this ... thing ... with broken!Yunjae and Yoochun picks up the pieces of Jaejoong's heart fics)

I want to ride on a luggage cart!

Totally imagining MinSu, just FYI

I love JaeChun
and omg, I love the image of Jaejoong fingering Yoochun into a puddled mess of smexiness

Omen-chan: JaeChun 03omen1x2 on August 27th, 2011 05:23 pm (UTC)
I can totally understand that! (In this case, however, I'd just found out he'd been trash-talking JYJ and I needed to vent by making him an asshole so I could go back to liking him. I'd have done the same with Changmin, but, well... I can't make Changmin into an asshole in my writing. It is physically impossible. He could murder someone and I still wouldn't be able to do it.)

Me toooooooooooooo! From the second I watched that CF until the day I die, I will never again be able to look at a luggage cart without getting the almost impossible to resist temptation.

I had crazy fun with the MinSu in this. Just with the hints, and the ending, and scary-boss!Min... So much fun. XD

I was ALMOST tempted to have it be the other way around, mostly because I have a HUGE fetish for Chunnie's hands, omg, but I wanted Jaejoong to top in this so it wouldn't work. Besides, I can totally see Jaejoong melting Yoochun with sex all the time.

Thank you! ♥
Teh Kween~k_chan91 on September 4th, 2011 10:51 pm (UTC)
JaeChun smex is yummy~

(I read parts 1 and 2 in order. xD)

This was great! And I now have an unnatural craving for strawberry Fanta. Heh heh~