30 August 2011 @ 04:56 pm
Title: Settling In
Author: [livejournal.com profile] omen1x2
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: TVXQ/JYJ
Pairing: JaeChun, MinSu, YooSu!bffery
Disclaimer: Like all fanfic writers, I twist reality to please me.
Summary: The promised epilogue to Unpacked, which then turned into a complete part all on its own. Jaejoong finally gets to move in with Yoochun. More hilarity ensues. Baggage!verse.

Settling In
By Omen-chan

Yoochun kicked in his front door, flushing red with embarrassment as he helped Jaejoong bring in some of his luggage. “Sorry. Um, it sticks, sometimes. I’ll get it fixed!”

Jaejoong, however, took in his squalid surroundings with shining eyes and a smile. “You don’t have to. This place is lovely.”

Yoochun was beginning to think his lover might be crazy. “’Lovely’…?” He looked around at his tiny four room apartment. The walls were yellowing, the windows were covered in grime, and his carpet was littered with clothes. Noticing this, Yoochun flushed even redder and bent over to start picking them up. “Damn it, I was running late this morning and didn’t have time to throw these in the wash.”

Jaejoong dropped his armload of suitcases and immediately bounced over to the small kitchen. A loud scream emanated mere moments later.

Nearly tripping over himself in his hurry, Yoochun raced into the kitchen after him, wondering if his oven had suddenly come to life and eaten his boyfriend. Once reaching it, he only saw Jaejoong, refrigerator door open and staring at the contents in horror. “Um…?”

Jaejoong turned wildly upon Yoochun and demanded, “What is this? What is this?!”

Baffled, Yoochun looked between Jaejoong and the refrigerator and answered, “A fridge…?”

“No! This!” Jaejoong grabbed the front of Yoochun’s shirt and hauled him over. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Don’t you ever eat?”

Yoochun blinked at the perfectly normal contents of his refrigerator, containing little more than milk and eggs. “What? I’ve got frozen meals up top, and we’ve been eating at the hotel a lot anyway.”

Eyes flaring (and coincidentally distracting Yoochun a bit, because wow), Jaejoong turned on his heel and headed for the door. “This is Unacceptable.”

As the door slammed behind him, Yoochun wondered if their cohabitation agreement had really dissolved after only three minutes.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Yoochun had been sitting around his apartment moping and twiddling his thumbs for half an hour, trying to decide if he ought to follow Jaejoong in his car and give him back his luggage, when a loud rap came at his door. Before he’d even had a chance to begin hoping that it might be his lover returning, he heard Jaejoong’s voice speaking loudly from the other side.

“God damn it, Yoochun, open up already! These things are heavy!”

Rejoicing, Yoochun skipped over and opened his door, only to be met with what seemed to be a talking pile of grocery bags, which promptly shoved him aside and went straight for the kitchen. Yoochun followed behind, a perplexed but hopeful puppy.

He was met in the kitchen by the sight of Jaejoong unpacking a variety of ingredients and food and placing them in his otherwise not-much-used refrigerator and tiny pantry.

“What on earth is all this about?”

Jaejoong stuck his nose in the air and whirled on his lover. “I refuse to live in an apartment that has No Food. The choices were to either go back to that god awful hotel or buy some.”

Looking between Jaejoong and the food, Yoochun decided that his lover’s statement might be an exaggeration, but if so, it was a very small one.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Yoochun hovered in the kitchen, watching Jaejoong put away ingredients and then digging around for his pots and pans (it took Yoochun three tries before he remembered where he’d put them) until Jaejoong testily ordered him out. So he sat in his living room, staring up at his favorite Kim Jaejoong poster (strategically placed over his television for prime masturbation purposes while watching porn) and wondering what the hell was going on.

When Jaejoong bounced out of his kitchen an hour later, hot plate in hand with steaming, delicious food just for him, Yoochun decided that whatever it was, it was worth it. Even if it did take him several minutes to look away from Jaejoong’s flushed cheeks and shining eyes long enough to even process what was on the plate in front of him.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

“I can’t do this.”

Yoochun whimpered pathetically as Jaejoong’s fingers withdrew from under his shirt, where they had been playing, quite nicely, with his nipples. He couldn’t stop himself from grinding against the gorgeous body beneath him as he asked, “For the love of god, why not?!”

Jaejoong bit his lower lip, and Yoochun stared, completely distracted.

“We’re being watched.”

Confused, Yoochun sat up, looking around his living room and over the back of his couch, wondering if a robber or a serial killer had somehow snuck in while he was leaving hickeys on Jaejoong’s neck. He’d been quite into it, so he supposed it was possible. However, the quick perusal of his living room showed nothing. He looked back down at Jaejoong and raised an eyebrow.

Jaejoong’s cheeks were already flushed, but the red deepened at Yoochun’s look, and he muttered, “The posters.” He pointed to each one in turn, and ended with the one over Yoochun’s television. “There’s eight of them.”

Yoochun snorted. “That’s nothing. You should see my bedroom.”

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

After witnessing Jaejoong’s horror at the sight of his bedroom (“Twenty-four? You have twenty-four posters of me around your bed? Isn’t one of me enough for you anymore?”), they reached a compromise.

As Jaejoong cheerfully unpacked his clothes and slowly but surely took over Yoochun’s closet, Yoochun tearfully took down each and every one of his posters.

At least Jaejoong hadn’t made him throw them away.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Of course, that had been nothing compared to Jaejoong’s reaction when he saw Yoochun’s small shrine to a certain female celebrity on his dresser.

“Who the fuck is this and why the fuck is she sitting next to your box of condoms?”

“Uh, well…”

The little shrine didn’t even make it to the trash. Jaejoong unceremoniously threw the framed pictures straight out the window.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Two hours later, Jaejoong was still pouting. He sat on the living room couch, back ramrod straight, legs and arms crossed, with his foot tapping incessantly every time Yoochun opened his mouth. Yoochun was curled meekly into a small ball as far from Jaejoong as possible on the little sofa.

Hesitantly, Yoochun opened his mouth to try and apologize yet again. “I- I was going to throw it out, but I kept forgetting…”

Jaejoong’s foot started tapping faster.

“And, and Jaejoong, she means nothing to me, I swear…”

Jaejoong harrumphed. Yoochun brightened slightly. That was the first sign of acknowledgement he’d gotten.


Suddenly turning to give Yoochun a brilliant, indignant glare, Jaejoong snarled, “She was framed. Why was she framed and not me? Is she that much better than me, that she gets a frame and I don’t?”

“What? No!”

“I was all over the apartment like some cheap floozy, but she was in a special spot, and framed! What am I, second best? Am I your silver medal, Yoochun?”

“No! Of course not! That was an old thing! I hadn’t thought about her in years, I swear!”

At the sight of Yoochun's tear-filled eyes, Jaejoong visibly wilted. “Well, I suppose I can forgive you this time. Just don’t let it happen again.”

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Yoochun called Junsu while Jaejoong took a shower (“To cool off,” he said, and gave Yoochun a Look that said quite plainly not to follow him). Yoochun regretted it already.

Junsu had started laughing almost as soon as Yoochun began, and just kept getting louder and louder until Yoochun ended it with a hissed, “Shut up! I think he’s really mad at me!”

“I never got what you liked about her anyway. You should have thrown it out years ago,” Junsu said unsympathetically. “Now hang up, already. I’ve got Changmin sucking my cock, and your stupid voice is distracting me.”

Yoochun hung up quickly, more traumatized than he’d been when he’d called.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Knocking on his bathroom door, Yoochun said pathetically, “JaeJae, can I come in? I’m really sorry about the picture, and I swear, I haven’t even looked at that thing in months – I forgot it was even there, seriously – but I just got off the phone with Junsu and I think I might be sick and I need you to take my mind off things.”

Jaejoong opened the door, letting out a cloud of steam. He hadn’t even bothered to put on a towel, and Yoochun watched with deep interest as a drop of water trailed down Jaejoong’s shoulder, over his collarbone, down his chest and straight to the dip in Jaejoong’s hip.

“Why? What did Junsu say?”

Yoochun blinked and slowly managed to draw his eyes away from Jaejoong’s pelvis to fix them dazedly on Jaejoong’s face. “Who’s Junsu?”

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Yoochun didn’t even let Jaejoong dry off. The second his lover stepped out of the bathroom, Yoochun grabbed Jaejoong by the waist and shoved him towards the bed, despite Jaejoong’s protests. As Jaejoong landed, Yoochun pulled his own clothes off in record time and pounced.

“Damn it, Yoochun, I’m going to get the sheets all wet!”

“Shut up,” Yoochun growled and grabbed Jaejoong’s wrists, pulling them roughly over his head. “I just realized we haven’t had sex in days, and you’re wet and naked and all the posters are gone so we are going to do it right now before I explode.”

Jaejoong smiled lazily and stretched. Yoochun felt the contact of each inch of skin and moaned, thrusting his hips.

With a lick of his lips and a purr, Jaejoong tugged one hand free and wrapped it around Yoochun’s growing erection. “Sounds dangerous. Seems like explosion is imminent.”

Trying to growl again but coming out more of a moan, Yoochun bent his head to lick a drop of water off Jaejoong’s neck. “I hate it when you use big words during sex.”

“Liar.” Jaejoong chuckled and slid his hand under Yoochun’s balls, enjoying Yoochun’s full body shudder.

Yoochun groaned when Jaejoong took his hand away and couldn’t stop himself from grinding into Jaejoong’s hip, enjoying the feel of the water-slick skin. Jaejoong grabbed Yoochun’s hip and stopped the motion.

Ignoring Yoochun’s whimper, Jaejoong said, “I am not having sex with those Tainted Condoms.” He just barely managed to keep his face straight, fighting an impish smile.

“I fucking hate you.”

Jaejoong grinned and scooted further down the bed. Just before taking Yoochun into his mouth, Jaejoong murmured against his thigh, “Love you too, baby.”

Yoochun promptly forgot the whole conversation except for those words as Jaejoong’s mouth began to work wonders on him.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

“You’re too easy. You know that?” Jaejoong’s voice was smug as he licked come off his fingers.

“Shut up.” Yoochun was boneless and too generally satisfied with the world to put any rancor in his words. “It’s your own damn fault we haven’t had sex in a while.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“And just for that, I’m not going to help you with this.” He grabbed Jaejoong’s cock and squeezed.

“Hey!” Jaejoong bit down hard on his lower lip as Yoochun’s hand began to move. “Hey…”

“How much you want to bet you’ll be even easier?”

Jaejoong smiled and tucked his head under Yoochun’s chin, rolling his hips into each movement. “Hate you.”

“Yeah, I know, baby. I love you too.”

It didn’t take Jaejoong very long at all.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you to work, honey?” Jaejoong couldn’t quite keep the grin off his face at the wonderfully domestic conversation.

“No, that’s quite all right, ‘darling,’” Yoochun said with a roll of his eyes and a failed attempt at pretending he wasn’t enjoying it just as much. “You’re supposed to start shooting for that drama today, remember? You’ll be late for it if you don’t get going.”

“Okay, sweetie! Don’t forget to eat the breakfast I made you!”

Jaejoong cackled as he dodged out of the way of Yoochun’s swipe at his ass. It had been two weeks, and he had loved every second of them. His staff and managers had all commented on his good mood, and Jaejoong had been quite happy to inform them that his boyfriend had asked him to move in and that his boyfriend had just gotten a promotion and how his boyfriend loved eating the food he cooked and would anyone like any leftovers? Not that his boyfriend left much.

He had a feeling that they were getting a little tired of the whole thing, but honestly, Jaejoong didn’t care. Even as he made his way to the set, Jaejoong kept pausing to say hello to acquaintances in the hallways, and always managed to fit his boyfriend into every conversation.

~ ♦ ~ ♦ ~

Jaejoong greeted the director and each member of cast and crew in turn until he reached someone that made him freeze, hand still outstretched.

“Hello, Kim Jaejoong sshi!” The woman said courteously as she took his hand and then bowed. “I hope we work well together, and that this drama will be a great success.”

Wiping his hand on his trousers, Jaejoong gave a polite, fixed smile as he remembered a certain framed photograph, and briefly wondered if he might be able to dispose of this one just as easily. After the introductions, Jaejoong hurriedly sent Junsu a text.

The reply made him smile, and if it was more predatory than most were used to seeing on Kim Jaejoong’s face, no one seemed to notice.

I’m on my way with Changmin, purple hair dye, and pruning shears. She won’t know what hit her.


A/N: I sincerely hope this last part lives up to everyone’s expectations. I’d never expected to continue Baggage, let alone twice! Thanks to everyone for the comments and support!

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