Jaejoong is furious, as he lets himself into the apartment. His entire day ruined because well-meaning “fans” keep tweeting him shit. Shit that includes Yunho and Changmin’s oh so cozy and domestic photoshoot or interview or whatever the fuck it was, where the not-so-little maknae is happily feeding his fucking lover. Yunho is his and Jaejoong will be damned if Changmin forgets that. He’s not opposed to sharing, their relationship established long ago when they were still together as five. The only reason he finds himself able to leave almost three years ago is because he knows Changmin will look after Yunho and vice versa. The first year was the worst of their lives, the youngest in their group taking out his anger and frustration on the two oldest members.
He enters the living room just as Yunho and Changmin stroll down the hallway in the opposite direction. Their eyes meet and Yunho smiles at the beautiful man, but his smile falters when he realises that Jaejoong is far from happy to see him which is a first. They haven’t seen each other in a couple of weeks and this is their only free day. He and Changmin have only just returned from Japan and plotting ways of escaping their minders so the younger man can drop him off at Jaejoong’s, only to find the love of his life standing in the middle of their living room, with daggers shooting out of his beautiful eyes.
“Jaejoongie?”
“Jaejoongie? Is that all you can say, my love? What the fuck is going on?”
Jaejoong shrugs off his jacket and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He sees Yunho’s eyes widen and the smirk spread across Changmin’s face. Oh, Yunho knows he is in for it. The maknae? He hasn’t quite cottoned on just yet. Not even close if that amused smirk is anything to go by, but when Jaejoong is done with both of them, they will both know exactly who is the hyung is in this relationship.
Yunho eyes his fuming lover, mentally trying to catalogue exactly what might have set off the beautiful man. In all honesty, there are a few things that could have set the gorgeous lead singer off but he is not even going to try and guess. When Jaejoong is on a rampage, it’s probably best to just smile and nod, and let the man get it off his chest.
“What? No answer for me?”
“He’s afraid.”
“Shut up, Changmin. I’m not pleased with you either. What the hell is that photoshoot about?”
“You knew about that.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. We told you about the slight bondage concept…”
“That’s not what I’m talking about but thank you for reminding me. Go get the bottom drawer from the dresser.”
Changmin turns immediately to comply with the command, a shit-eating grin on his face as he leaves the two oldest members staring at each other. Yunho draws himself to his full height, straightening, hoping to intimidate his angry lover but really, he knows that when Jaejoong is in one of these moods, there is no derailing him. He watches as a mocking smile crosses that face he knows so well, that beauty enhanced by the wicked smirk that is so out of place on that face, yet so perfectly suited to it. His eyes dart down to Jaejoong’s pillowy lips, his tongue sneaking out to lick as his own lips, unable to help himself as he imagines them pressed against his own.
“Why did she say those things?”
His eyes fly up at the tone in Jaejoong’s voice. The man is staring at him, his face a cold mask, not unlike the one he usually wears on stage or in public. This is Jaejoong’s public persona and Yunho doesn’t like it.
“Who?”
“Don’t play the fool. What the fuck is SM playing at? Are they trying to throw her at you?”
