Going through my Kiss Bits file. This isn't something I wrote recently... Actually, I wrote it last year but never quite finished it. So I added a few lines, and voila. The writing may be a bit funky though because it's old! ^^;
Based on a rumour I heard that Yunho got a nosebleed in a resteraunt while they were in Thailand and that Jaejoong got tipsy at the same meal.
It’s taken a couple of hours, but by the time their main meal turns up, Yunho’s feeling lightheaded. By the time Jaejoong has downed most of his plate of unbearably spicy curry (and downed far too many glasses of liquor and beer), Yunho’s nose gives up the ghost and blood trickles down his upper lip.
Mortified, Yunho excuses himself from the table and rushes for the bathroom, where he stuffs tissue paper up his nose to try and stem the flow.
“Well, that was kinda gross,” Jaejoong noted, pushing through the swinging door and coming into the small bathroom. Yunho was bent over the sink, wet hands rubbing over his nose. Jae leant on the wall behind, propping himself upright while watching the dancer in the mirror.
“Thanks for the support Joongie,” Yunho mumbled dryly between splashes of water. He wrinkled his nose, finding it still itchy. At least the water was cool against his face. “Damn, this place is just so hot.” His hair dripped water as he stood up, and he reached somewhat blindly for the disposable towels hanging from the dispenser. One was placed directly into his hand however, and he wiped his face with it gratefully. He opened his eyes again, and found Jaejoong standing right in front of him, and rather too close.
“You’re hot,” Jaejoong drawled, a teasing grin on his face. He was moving closer, leaning in, and Yunho found himself leaning back into the sink.
“And you’re drunk,” he accused. Jae pouted a bit, hands coming up to tug at the tails of Yunho’s shirt like a petulant child.
“Not drunk. Just pleasantly tipsy,” he said with a sniff. Yunho rolled his eyes.
“No more for you, I think. You know how you get when you’re drunk,” he chastised. And hoped his nosebleed would not spontaneously come back as Jaejoong lent his hips against Yunho’s, unbearably close.
“mmm. I think you know how I get when I’m drunk.”
“I thought you said you weren’t drunk,” Yunho replied, while trying to gently nudge Jaejoong off him.
But of course it didn’t really work. Jaejoong always got incredibly clingy when he was drunk – sorry, ‘tipsy’ – smiling widely and foolishly like he was now. It was, Yunho had to admit, rather endearing and adorable… all mixed up with a dash of sultry. And a ‘dash’ of sultry for Jaejoong made the whole thing far too sexy for a bathroom in a public restaurant.
“Shut up, Yunho, and stop with the logic,” Jaejoong practically purred, nuzzling against the side of the dancer’s face. Yunho tried, half-heartedly, to move away, but Jaejoong was practicing his own particular form of immobilisation; one involving pressing himself forward until he was plastered to the front of Yunho, and making the sink dig uncomfortably into Yunho’s lower back.
“Jaejoong,” Yunho warns.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong purrs, and then shuts up any protests with a slow, sloppy kiss.
As always, Yunho is so easily seduced by Jaejoong’s lips, and can’t help but return the hungry kiss. His hands go to Jaejoong’s hips, and he can almost forget that he’s in a public toilet in a restaurant in Thailand.
All Yunho can feel now is Jaejoong, and heat heat heat.