Escape - Chapter 11: Sharing

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Gasping, Yunho quickly got off of Jaejoong and stood cross-legged in a slightly slanted position. “I’m going to go cool down in the bathroom. You should do the same.” With that, the older Jung dashed away to take a cold shower.

Jaejoong sat up on the bed and panted nervously at the way his body was reacting. Getting off the mattress, he walked about in attempts to calm himself down. Failing to do so, the beauty rushed to his own room to relieve himself of the unattainable excitement caused by Yunho’s kiss. ‘Oh, gosh! Just the thought of him makes me yearn for his touch.’ Jaejoong blushed from the perverted thoughts running through his mind. ‘Why am I like this? Is there something wrong with me?’

Yunho cooked while Jaejoong showered and changed into a new set of pajamas Junsu had given him. It was baby blue in color with flying Dumbo printed all over. Catching eye of what Jaejoong was wearing; Yunho almost dropped the bowl he was scooping rice into.

“Su, do you hate everything I buy for you?” Yunho queried.

“Aren’t you glad I didn’t wear them?” Junsu returned his brother’s question with a question. “If not, Jaejoong would be wandering in the nude.”

”J-Junsu,” Jaejoong stuttered in embarrassment whilst pulling shyly at the hem of his pajama top.

“Say anymore and you’ll be the duck I roast for tomorrow’s lunch.”

“I’m not a duck.”

“You have a duck tail.”

“What’s with everyone’s butt fetish?”

“I’m sorry,” Jaejoong suddenly blurted out. “I’ll try not to think about Yunho’s excitements.”

Yunho jolted and felt his face warmed up as he peeked over at their house guest. “Jaejoong. Su was referring to his own butt; not my, as you call it, excitements.”

“Oh.”

“So,” Junsu leaned closer and wiggled his eyebrows at Jaejoong, “you’ve acquired a liking to his little Jung, huh?”

“Little Jung?”

Junsu whispered into Jaejoong’s ear and saw red blossoming on the beauty’s cheeks. “Considering you’re able to make little Jung rise in excitement for perhaps more than once, I’m definite that hyung is very infatuated by your butt as well.”

Jaejoong lifted a hand to cover his bashful smile.

“That’s it! You’re going in the oven.”

“Yikes!” Junsu promptly ran behind Jaejoong and used him as a protective barrier from Yunho. “I’m too adorable to be eaten. Plus, I’m your favorite dongsaeng.”

“You’re my only dongsaeng.”

“That’s why I’m your favorite.” Junsu grinned. “My favorite hyung wouldn’t have the heart to eat me, right?” He batted his almond eyes to emphasize his cuteness.

Yunho couldn’t help but chuckled at Junsu’s bubbly personality. “I’m not Yoochun. There’s no need to flirt with me. Haha~”

“Ugh! Why did you have to mention about him and ruin my mood?” Junsu pouted.

“Aigoo…” Yunho reached over and ruffled his hair. “It’s my bad. Sit down and eat. I’ll buy you duck-patterned pajamas tomorrow.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“Yes. Is it working?”

“That depends. You’ll have to get me a strawberry muffin, mango ice cream, chocolates, give me more spending money and…”

“Oh, my…I could see your butt growing and growing after devouring all those goodies.”

“Don’t disrupt my train of thoughts and leave my butt out of this.”

“Okay, carry on. I’m listening. What else do you want?”

“Are you going to grant me my wish, if I told you?”

“Only if it’s obtainable.”

“It’s very obtainable.”

“All right. What is it?”

“I want Jaejoong to be my brother-in-law.” Junsu beamed when there were no retorts from the other two. He then herded Jaejoong to take a seat and slowly planted his rear on the chair facing the beauty’s. “Hyung, sit!” He gestured for Yunho to sit in-between them.

Dinner was a fascinating one, especially for Junsu; for he was finally victorious in picking on his brother. Known for being a pushover, this was a new accomplishment for him. It was really something seeing his hyung powerless, stuttering and beet red. The thought made him giggled like a preschooler who was just awarded candy for getting a perfect score on his spelling test.

Jaejoong helped Yunho with the cleanup afterwards and they soon resided in the backyard staring up at the luminous starry sky.

Seeing those two getting along so well, Junsu felt a tad lonely. ‘I wonder what he’s doing.’ Junsu shook his head to discard the thoughts running through his mind. ‘Why do I care what he’s doing? It’s not like I like him or anything.’ Lying stretched out on the couch, Junsu tried to distract himself by watching an animated series about two dark angels who teamed up to solve supernatural crimes. ‘I hope they fall in love.’ His cell phone buzzed and he blindly reached for it. Too busy focusing on the television screen, he answered without checking who was calling him. “Hello.”

“Miss me?” A sexy baritone murmured.

“W-Who are you?”

“Forgotten me so soon?”

“You…” He sat up at once and groaned at the pain attacking his backside. “Ow…”

“Am I that big of a pain?”

“No, my butt.”

“You think I’m a pain in the butt?”

Rolling his eyes, Junsu huffed, “What do you want?”

“Do I get to have what I desire, if I told you?”

‘Why does this conversation sound so familiar?’ Junsu remembered his earlier interaction with Yunho. “That depends on what it is.”

“I want,” Yoochun paused, “you.”

“That’s too bad. You can’t have me.”

“In that case, you could have me instead.”

“I don’t want you.”

“If you keep rejecting me, I might give up and disappear.”

“How could you give up so easily?”

Yoochun chuckled at Junsu’s sudden panic. “Because you’re playing hard to get.”

“How am I playing hard to get, when you already got me?”

“You gave me your body, but not your heart. There is a difference.”

“To me, there’s no difference.”

“Are you agreeing that you are mine?”

“T-Think what you want. I’m watching TV at the moment, so I’m going to ignore you and hang up.”

“What are you watching?”

“’Dark Angels.’” Junsu puffed out his cheeks. “Aish! Why am I even answering you?”

“That’s how you ignore me,” Yoochun taunted.

“Good bye!”

“Wait!”

“What now?”

“Could I join you? I come with treats.”

“You are not a treat.”

“I was talking about the mango ice cream.”

“You have mango ice cream?” Junsu couldn’t resist licking his lips at the sound of his favorite dessert.

“Yes. It is melting as we speak, so let me in.”

“You’re outside?”

“I’m going to eat it myself if you take any longer.”

Junsu hung up immediately and left his phone on the couch. He shot up from his seat and groaned in pain. “Ow…this better be worth it,” he mumbled as he went to unlock the front door for Yoochun.

The warm smile on Yoochun’s face made Junsu’s heart melt faster than the icy sweets he had brought. Lifting the five bags in his hands to show Junsu, Yoochun opened his arms and stepped forward to wrap them around the other’s shoulders.

“I’ve been thinking about you the entire day,” he confessed.

Pushing free, Junsu complained, “Quit being so clingy and come in.” Shutting the wooden barrier when Yoochun entered, Junsu gawked at what the man was holding. “There’s more than one bag. What else did you bring?”

Walking over to the living room, he placed the goodies on the coffee table and sat down on the couch. “I wasn’t sure what desserts you like, so I got a few kinds for you to pick. There are strawberry muffins, Macaroons, Ferrero Rocher chocolates, raspberry cheesecake, and mango ice cream.” Yoochun glanced over at Junsu and waited for him to choose.

Sitting down beside Yoochun, Junsu tapped his index finger on his chin and uttered. “They all look so tempting.”

“You could have a bit of everything.”

“No, I can’t afford a bigger butt.”

“I find your logic…”

“What about my logic?”

“Intriguing.”

“Oh, really?” Junsu inquired with a quirked eyebrow. “I’ll take the ice cream.”

Looking through the various bags, Yoochun removed the pint of mango ice cream and handed it to Junsu along with the plastic spoon. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” Pulling out the cover, Junsu noticed that Yoochun was gazing at him with a look of fascination. “Aren’t you going to have any?”

“I bought them for you.”

“It’s weird eating alone. You have to eat with me.”

“I’ll have a taste of your ice cream then.”

“I’ll go get a bowl and scoop you some.” Junsu was about to get up, but Yoochun grasped his arm and stopped him.

“I asked the shop for an extra spoon.” He took it out of the bag and smirked. “Let’s share.”

Junsu pursed his lips to say something but pressed them closed when he didn’t know what to say.

“Su, we live in the same house.” Yunho’s voice caught them by surprise. “Did you really have to call me on the cell?” The older man walked out with Jaejoong trailing behind him.

“What?” Junsu searched around and realized that he was sitting on his phone. “Oh, no! I think my butt called you. Sorry.”

“Should I worry that my dongsaeng’s buttocks have a mind of their own?” Yunho kidded.

“Yup,” Yoochun concurred.

“Well, at least they still think of me as their hyung and invited me to have some dessert.”

“I was about to call you and Jaejoong out here, but…”

“Yes,” Yunho cut in, “your butt did the inviting instead.”

“That sounds wrong,” Junsu scoffed.

“Actually,” Yoochun grinned, “that sounds very right to me.”

“It’s wrong. Very wrong!”

“Having your butt love me more than you do is definitely wrong.”

“Yah! My butt doesn’t love you.” Junsu’s face became redder and redder. “Why are we even talking about my butt?”

“Your butt started it by calling me. It must indeed want to talk. Haha~”

“I’m ignoring the two of you.” Snatching the pint of ice cream from Yoochun’s hand, Junsu went to grab Jaejoong’s wrist and dragged him toward the kitchen. “I’m sharing this with Jaejoong. You two evils could share each other’s evilness. Hmph!”

“Hey, give me back my boyfriend!” Yunho shouted unintentionally.

Silence filled the room and all eyes averted to Yunho.

“D-Did I yell that out loud?”

“Nice and clear,” Junsu affirmed.

“I thought so.” Yunho plastered on a wavering smile. “I shall go hide my shame.”

“Here.” Junsu shoved the carton of ice cream and his spoon into Jaejoong’s hands. “You could go hide with hyung and share this with him while you’re at it.”

“I guess I won’t be sharing anything tonight.” Yoochun sighed.

“We’ll eat the cheesecake!” Junsu declared.

“Does your ‘we’ include me?” Yoochun perked up.

“If that is what you want, then yes.”

“Marvelous! I want you for dessert.”