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DECEMBER: Anonymous Fic-Gifting Meme!

Hey y'all! The most wonderful time of the year is right around the corner and in celebration, I bring you jaeho_challenge's December activity, the Yun/Jae fic request meme. Guaranteed not to disappoint, as long as you do both the giving and the receiving ;D (We'll not talk about how dirty that sounds kk?)

YunJae Anonymous Fic-Gifting Meme

Sign me up! How do I participate? Well, it's very easy. Here are the rules...

to request a fic...
★ Post your request in a comment on this post.
★ In your comment, fill out the following:

★ You may post multiple requests! Got lots of plot bunnies? Bombs away!
★ Your request MUST be Yunho/Jaejoong. Duh...
If you are requesting something of an adult nature, do not comment here! We have a separate KINK MEME for that!

to fill a request...
★ Post your fic in a REPLY to the request comment.
★ Make your comment anonymous! In the spirit of giving without asking for anything in return, we'd like authors to stay anon, at least until after Christmas. Feel free to reveal yourselves after then ;D
★ Your comment's content is the fic, but you MUST include this subject line:
Subject: FILLED - Title (if any), Rating, Length (i.e. 1/1, 2/3, etc)

★ Make sure your fic is mainly Yunho/Jaejoong! Other pairings can be included, it's up to you and/or the requester.
★ Fics of any length are allowed! Also, multiple authors can fill the same request! Let's be friendly about it, though. :)

and now for a favor...
Make sure to advertise this meme so your requests get filled faster! I cannot stress this enough. I'm only advertising this at jaeho_detox, so I'm going to need you guys to pimp this around in your journals.

Don't be afraid! Request as many things as you like! Santa!Ho tells me you've all been naughty great this year, so you deserve some good ol' YunJae to end 2008 with a bang :) ♥


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Prompt/Desired Plot: Jaejoong and Yunho baking in the kitchen for Christmas. While Yunho is clumsy etc...
Anything else?: I'd like it fluffy.


FILLED - Silent Night, PG-13, 1/2

A little off topic, but I hope you enjoy this

The sound of footsteps padding through the hall towards the kitchen filled the still air of the night, and he was afraid he might wake someone up. He continued on his journey to the kitchen—it was tiring because he had to restrain his steps all the time—and peeked in, watching the figure inside move around gracefully, slightly illuminated by the light of the full moon.

“Come in,” the other man said as he motioned for him to walk in. “Just don’t try to do anything funny. Your talent does not lie in the kitchen,” he added with a small laugh.

“You’re being mean. I’m not that bad,” he huffed as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, rubbing them slightly to keep himself warm, and walk inside, nearly bumping into the dining table in the process.

“Sure. Whatever you want to believe, Yunnie,” Jaejoong said as he placed the metal pot on the rag, and reached over for a wooden spoon. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“My pillow is missing,” Yunho sniffed, and walked closer, hugging Jaejoong from behind. “Don’t you feel cold here? Want me to help you?”

“Help me what, Yunho-yah?” Jaejoong teased, whacking Yunho’s arm with the spoon. “You’re not good at this. Don’t.”

“But I’m just trying to help,” Yunho protested again, and was about to pout when Jaejoong suddenly leaned up and kissed him. “I just don’t want you to work alone.”

“Thank you,” Jaejoong nodded, and placed the spoon inside. He grabbed a jar of milk, and poured it in, making the flour, sugar, and egg yolk mixture sticky. “If you insist, try mixing the dough. Be careful, and make sure to mix it well.”

“I can do this. I’ll show you,” Yunho huffed indignantly, and grabbed the bowl away from Jaejoong’s hands. He started stirring, and Jaejoong shook his head at his childishness.

“I’ll prepare the tray then,” Jaejoong said, and took a huge tray from the cupboard. He spread some oil on it so that the cookies wouldn’t stick once they’re done and waited for Yunho to finish.

“Here you go,” Yunho handed the bowl back to Jaejoong, and Jaejoong raised an eyebrow. The dough collected at the edges of the bowl, and some splattered onto Yunho’s sleeves and shirt as a result of being mixed too hard.

“You know, I’m glad you’re strong and active, but stirring dough doesn’t require that much energy,” Jaejoong blinked, and wiped the edges with the rag. “Go change, or ants will get to you.”


Prompt/Desired Plot: Ever the romantic, Jaejoong gives Yunho a bouquet of roses. Inspired by this (http://i33.tinypic.com/zlxgth.jpg) pic.
Anything else?: I know, I know it's a bit more suitable if Yunho gave the flowers but I wanted something surprisingly unexpected but sweet. :3
Prompt/Desired Plot: Yunho is a loser in all the right ways and Jaejoong always says yes? :') IDK, SOMEONE WILL MAKE SENSE OF IT
Anything else?: ummm. craving a loser!yunho like nothing else, the recent campaign only dulls the urge. Please && thank you? :DD


FILLED - 3 times Jaejoong said yes without really knowing what he agreed to, pg-13, 1/2

:[ I tried.

"...Yoochun, why did we ever agree to do that again?" Yunho hisses out of the corner of his mouth. Watching himself be extremely embarrassing on their nice, big TV screen is suddenly a hundred times more horrifying than just watching himself in a million still frames on a tiny computer screen.

"Well I didn't need to. I was there to, you know, be good-looking and whatnot. My usual self," Yoochun points out, trying to hide a smile. "They just wanted you because, you know, professional Jung Yunho! Lightening up! Relaxing! Being cute with Yoochun!" He grins at Yunho at that, wiggling his eyebrows. Yunho pretends to gag, and shoves Yoochun into Jaejoong, who is too busy laughing at the two of them with Junsu and Changmin to notice.

Yunho glares at Jaejoong but it is completely ineffective as Jaejoong just laughs even harder. Yunho wishes he didn't really want to kiss Jaejoong, as that would probably have made his glare slightly more intimidating and less like a thirteen year old girl's.

"Jaejoong," Yoochun says suddenly, and Yunho already knows he doesn't appreciate the slightly wicked smile on Yoochun's face. "Jaejoong Jaejoong Jaejoong. Don't you think Yunho-yah's so cute in this?" Yunho stares at Yoochun, wishing him the most terrible and excruciating death that can possibly be inflicted upon a human being, and pretends not to be waiting for Jaejoong's answer.

"Sure, sure," Jaejoong says distractedly, caught in an intense staring match with Junsu. "Very cute, isn't he always."

Yoochun winks at Yunho, who is fidgeting a little and trying really hard to hide a smile behind his hand. "Oh Yunho-yah," Yoochun sighs dramatically. "Young love. So refreshing."

"Oh shut up," Yunho tells Yoochun cheerfully, and gets up for some water. He trips over Junsu on his way to the kitchen, too busy walking away haughtily from Yoochun to notice. Junsu winces in pain, thereby losing his epic staring match with Jaejoong, who jumps up and does a really terrible victory dance.

"Thanks Yunho," he chirps, and kisses Yunho's hand with a flourish. "I couldn't have defeated that monster without you." Yunho stares at his hand for a little bit, and then at Jaejoong, hoping that he can just attribute the blush to heat when Yoochun teases him about it later.

"Excuse me," Junsu says sulkily. "I don't appreciate these smears on my character, you cheater."

"Now who's smearing characters," Jaejoong retaliates pointedly, and Junsu starts to rise threateningly.

Changmin flings himself onto Junsu to stop a fight, and Yoochun uses both of them as one big Junsu-Changmin footrest.

"Make me some tea," Yunho manages to say, finally, as he gathers his mental capabilities, "as a reward for helping you win."

"Whatever you want," Jaejoong says in between laughs, watching Junsu kicking Yoochun half-heartedly while pinching Changmin's side.

"Tea," Yunho repeats firmly, steering Jaejoong into the kitchen. "Make me some tea."

"Okay, okay, tea," Jaejoong repeats. "...do we even have any more?"

Yunho watches Jaejoong poke through the shelves, and isn't surprised when Jaejoong turns to him, biting his lip. "No more tea," he says apologetically. "I can, um, warm up some...orange juice for you?"

"Something else then," Yunho manages, trying to pretend he's not looking at Jaejoong's mouth and thinking about kissing him.

"Sure," Jaejoong agrees readily. "What do you want?"

"A kiss from the princess," Yunho says hopefully, and winces inwardly when his voice comes out higher-pitched than usual.

Jaejoong punches Yunho in the arm. "Not a princess," he says, looking slightly affronted and Yunho kind of wants to die a little bit. "I'm not a girl, you know."

Yunho's already thinking of ways to divvy up his property between his friends and family after he dies of embarrassment and general why-did-you-do-that-Jung-Yunho-why-are-you-so-dumb-sometimes-ness. Jaejoong smiles, and says, "Now I think you should kiss me for that slander on my manliness."

"I'm glad that staring match with Junsu didn't end up like this," Yunho mutters, dazed and a little starry-eyed, a little later.

"Well, sometimes," Jaejoong replies brightly, and kisses Yunho again before he can think too hard about what that means.


(This request was accidentally posted by someone to the Kink meme post.)

Prompt/Desired Plot: c0ld yunho and cheerful jae meet by an accident..they always fight with each other..and they fall in l0ve with each other..^^
Anything else?: n0
Prompt/Desired Plot: Yunho kisses Jaejoong on the balcony.
Anything else?: :) ♥


FILLED - Moonlight, PG, 1/1

Hope you like this :D

It is night time, and I stand on the balcony, arms propped up on the railing, body leaning forward as I let the cool midnight breeze hit my face, caressing my hair and freezing my fingers. I look up at the starless sky, and watch. Simply watching the moon, shining up in the sky fully, like a white disc.

This is my favorite time of the day, when I am left to myself, free to think and wonder about everything—anything at all, from the simple things of why I suddenly have a craving for cherries, to complicated things like how we are going to survive this life for another year.

I know we have survived for the past five years, and that we are starting to make progress—he was offered a role in a TV series, after all, but sometimes… when I am alone, I really think about it. Is this what we want? Will we be happy if we continue on like this, constantly under the watch of our fans, under the scrutiny of the media, and under the pressure from the management? Will we be able to go on?


My train of thoughts stopped at the affectionate call of my name. I let a small smile grace my lips, and I don’t even bother turning around. I could feel his arms wrapping around my waist, and his face resting on my back, nuzzling and snuggling, and letting out a sigh of relief.

“Why are you not asleep yet?”

I know it is a stupid question. But I asked it nonetheless. I know what he will say, and the thought gave me the urge to widen my smile.

“I’m worried about you. You’re always thinking out here until you nearly freeze yourself to death.”

Okay, so maybe the last part is a little surprising.

“I am not,” I protest indignantly, and held onto his hands, prying them off my waist. I could feel the reluctance, but he let go of his hold long enough to let me turn around to face him, eye to eye.

“Yunnie,” he calls again, this time more affectionate and loving, “don’t worry about it. Everything is going to be okay. We will go through this together. All five of us.”

I know he is trying to reassure me, and I appreciate the effort. There is no need for words. I simply smile at him appreciatively, and lean in to kiss him softly on his lips, and I know he knows what I’m trying to say.

“Thank you Boo.”


Prompt/Desired Plot: Angsty, abstract, music.
Anything else?: Nostalgia, tragedy possibly?


FILLED - 안녕히계세요 - PG, 1/2

when yunho wakes up, he finds himself surrounded by blaring notes that go up and down in crescendos that sound lovely and horrible and powerful and it makes him want to tear his ears out. the room the bed the blankets the walls are white, a stark contrast to the exploding colours that result from the deafening sound of the music. he stumbles out of the room, hoping it will go away with a change in surroundings. but it follows him, and he keeps stumbling through the seemingly endless halls until he finds something recognisable: broad shoulders and a stupidly slim waist and jeans tucked into mid-calf boots and some pricey bag and jaejoong. he runs up to him, grabbing him by the shoulders and spinning him around, slamming him against the wall.

"listen," yunho demands. "can't you hear it?"

jaejoong stares, wide-eyed and terrified. he has a phone dangling from one hand and his eyes are shining like glass. "what?"

"listen! listen, can't you hear me?" he repeats, grabbing jaejoong's wrists and pulling him towards him. jaejoong's eyes are staring at his mouth, whirring back and forth as if trying to decipher a code but he fails and shoves yunho away.

"there's-- listen! someone's singing."

"yunho," jaejoong says, sadly. "i can't hear you, remember?"

"what? of course you can," yunho insists. his head is throbbing. "i'm talking right now."

"can you slow the fuck down?" jaejoong screams. "i can't read your lips that fast."

"oh my god," yunho says. "are you, are you deaf?" he thinks he could cry. "where are we? what's going on?"

"deaf? did you just say deaf?"

yunho wants to rip his ears out of his head, the music makes it so hard for him to hear jaejoong's words.

"yes. i did. are you," he points at jaejoong, "deaf?" he points at his own ears. jaejoong looks at yunho, his mouth trembling once, and grabs him by the ears and pulls him until their foreheads are touching and their chests are pressed hard against each other.

"do you feel that?" jaejoong says. "when i'm speaking. do you feel your chest vibrate with me?"

yunho nods.

"say something, yunho," jaejoong says, voice cracking.

"what are you trying to prove--"

yunho stops. "what?"

jaejoong stares him straight in the eye and holds his head in place so he has no way of ripping himself from jaejoong's grip and running away and screaming and yelling and shouting until someone tells him to quiet down because no, no. the blood in his ears tells him otherwise, he has to be able to speak. he can still hear himself speak, why isn't his voicebox vibrating?

"what? hello? can't you hear me? why isn't my voice travelling into your chest?" yunho says, breathing heavily.

"do you know where you are, yunho?" jaejoong breathes, clenching the sides of his ears to tightly that he thinks that jaejoong just might rip his ears out for him.

"no," he says, something shattering when he can't feel anything tremble between their bodies.



Prompt/Desired Plot: Yunho's a burgular, breaks into Jae's house. Threatens Jae to hand over his cash etc, but ends up having sex with Jae instead:D
Anything else?: Nope, I guess? (:


FILLED - The Night Before Christmas, PG-13, Part 1

A/N: This maybe isn't exactly what you were looking for, but I hope you would still enjoy it. (*hates LJ for making me split the story in so many parts* *pouts*)

* * *

JaeJoong was strolling down the busy streets, filled with smiling faces and happy couples holding hands. The Christmas spirit was heavily apparent in the air surrounding him, what’s with all the decorations, blinding lights, Christmas trees and men and women dressed in angel’s and Santa Claus’ costumes.

JaeJoong grimaced. True, it was 24th December, but why were all the people around him so cheerful? It was just another fucking day, why did they have to go crazy over some stupid holiday. Especially the nuns over there singing Christmas carols were annoying the hell out of him, giving him a headache.

A young man and a woman walked past him, hand in hand and wearing one of those ridiculous couple outfits with a huge “The love of my life” sign on it. He felt sick at the sight of their smiles and the sound of their laughter. JaeJoong caught the girl’s eye. She checked him out and he glared maliciously back at her. So much for the love. He snorted.

Clutching angrily at the small golden pendant around his neck, JaeJoong hurried his steps further. It was damn cold, the pavement slippery under his feet and all he wanted was to get home as soon as possible. Turning around the corner, he left the main street, walking farther and farther away from the crowds and of course from the irritating noise. He finally felt able to breath freely again.

JaeJoong was a block away from his flat, when he got the feeling of being watched. He turned rashly back, but there was no one behind him. An involuntary sigh escaped his lips. He didn’t need any creeps following him, especially now, when he was all alone at home. Fuck the stupid YooSu for leaving him all of a sudden. Double fuck the shithead Heechul for breaking up with him just a week before Christmas.

The young man even had bought Heechul, his now ex-boyfriend, a present – the little cross dangling around JaeJoong’s pale neck at the moment. Since he didn’t have anyone else to give it to, he kept it for himself – the little thing costing him one third of his monthly payment.
It was probably the only thing he would get as a Christmas present anyway. With Yoochun and Junsu in Switzerland for the holidays (skiing and having lots of fun), he was going to spend the whole time alone.

But it was only when he entered his flat that he felt exactly how desperate for a little company he was. Although the merry crowds outside made him angry, it was better than the misery and loneliness that awaited him at home. He probably shouldn’t have turned down his sister’s offer for dinner that night. However, it was too late now.
Prompt/Desired Plot: Jaejoong and Yunho were once an amazing couple, true soulmates, but Yunho broke up because he thought they couldn't make it (homosexuality was a problem in the world they live in). Jaejoong wants to get Yunho back, and secretly Yunho wants to come back. He's just scared he might be better off with a girl (who he couldn't love, but at least the world would accept him).
Anything else?: happy-ish end please! and smut is okay ^^


FILLED- Press Play - G - 1/1

might not exactly be what you're looking for, but i want to write this for you.

Play >

“Let’s break up.” I want to be with you, for as long as I can. But I can’t, we can’t.

“What?” Jaejoong spoke his mind, not believing his ears.

Yunho turned away, not wanting more of Jaejoong’s sweet breath lingering on his skin. It wasn’t that he disliked it, hell, if he could breathe in the very air Jaejoong breathed out, he’d never pass on it. “I fell out of love, simple as that.” I don’t want your innocence tainted, not by me. What they had in between was wrong, and it was time for Jaejoong to step back on the right track, without him.

He knew he broke Jaejoong’s crystal clear heart. Of course, he paid it more than enough amount of guilt, but he felt relieved. He just saved the boy’s innocence, didn’t he?

And just like that, Yunho stepped out of Jaejoong’s door, of Jaejoong’s life, but he never made it out of Jaejoong’s heart.

And just like that, Jaejoong heard something crack; a sound he wasn’t familiar to. The only thing sound he knew was Yunho’s laughter interlacing itself with his giggles, apart from that, he knew nothing. He looked down at his feet in search of the broken thing only to figure out it was his heart and hopes shattering.

Replay <<

“Yun-ho-yah.” Jaejoong called in a sing-song voice.

“Hmm?” Yunho tore his attention from his Thermodynamics book to face his classmate, only to find the other so close, too close. He backed off, and so did Jaejoong, blushing.

“N-nothing.” Jaejoong bit his lip as he suddenly forgot what he was about to say.

Why, oh why. Yunho questioned. He was confused not only at Jaejoong’s odd actions just now, but also at how an 18-year old guy look so cute. But that wasn’t all, the weirdest thing about it was, he surely was liking that look on Jaejoong’s face. “It can’t be nothing. Come on.”

“I-I was just curious.” Jaejoong couldn’t help but play with his fingers, looking intently at them.


“Nothing, really.”


With a sigh, Jaejoong gathered his courage. “How it feels to kiss and get kissed.”

Yunho just lost it. Jaejoong was being so darn cute that he couldn’t stop himself. “How bout I show you?” It wasn’t really a question, seeing that he had already dived in for a kiss.

And just like that, Yunho knew Jaejoong was the missing piece in the puzzle they had been playing all this time.

Forward >>

“You bastard.”

Despite the words, Yunho could recognize the innocence still trapped in Jaejoong’s eyes, feel chastity still all over Jaejoong’s soul. And he couldn’t be more thankful. “I know I am.”

“I hate you.” I love you, I still do.

The Jaejoong Yunho knew three years back had never known the word hate. So maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as naïve as before. But Yunho could careless as long as it was Jaejoong, innocent or not. Yes, he had wronged Jaejoong before and might not be given a second chance, but it didn’t mean he can’t try again, no? “I’m sorry.”

It was the only thing Jaejoong wanted to hear, not a word of explanation, and most definitely, not an excuse. “Forgiven.” Just an apology from Yunho could put all his pieces altogether.

Just when Yunho thought Jaejoong had changed, he was proven wrong the next second. “I’m sorry.”

“I love you, too.”

And just like that, they were ready to start anew, keeping in their minds and once broken hearts never, ever, to play again.
Prompt/Desired Plot: Jaejoong is a highschool student, trying to get into a university. His brother tries to help him, so he goes to one of his bestfriends, who is wealthy, and graduated top of his class.. Which is none other than Yunho ;D. Yunho used to love Jaejoong's brother, but it was a one-sided love. But, then.. Jae comes along, and Yunho realizes that hey, he may be the one ;D. ... kind of like... the manga/anime. Junjou Romantica, without the side stories (Junjou egoist, junjou terrorist and whatnot)

Anything else? : hmm. anything ~! happy, smut. whatever anyone can write :3 ^___^v
oh wait.. does this post count o_o ? or is it supposed to be in kink meme o_O ?
Prompt/Desired Plot: Jaejoong and Yunho as husbands, with little adopted kids busying themselves for Christmas. Yunho - the common strict appa type, and Jae - the kids' hero. cheesy fluff is always welcomed. :D
Anything else?: yoosumin's cameo? xD ♥


FILLED - Merry Christmas, PG, 1/1

note: hope this is up to your expectations

“Stop running, you two!” Yunho shouted over his morning paper that was clutched in his hands, the edges crinkled and bearing nail marks. He felt an oncoming migraine, and somehow, he knew they didn’t care—if the huge bottle of aspirin his husband-cum-wife had prepared wasn’t a clue enough that he was going to get a headache ever so often, he didn’t know what was.

“Umma!” the two little boys whined as they ran towards the kitchen door, nearly bumping into Jaejoong who was walking out with a tray of steaming hot lasagnas for them. “Appa shouted at us again! Waaah!”

Jaejoong walked over to the living room, and placed the tray on the coffee table, before sitting beside Yunho. “Yunnie, I know you are worried about them tripping and such, but you don’t have to shout at them, okay?” Jaejoong said as he kissed Yunho’s cheek. “They’re just excited about Christmas. And you have them to help you decorate now.”

“That’s right!” Junsu, the younger of the two, said as he pointed an accusing finger at Yunho. “If you keep showing your love the wrong way, we will think you hate us!”

“Yah, Su-ie, it’s not polite to point…” Yoochun reminded as he pulled Junsu’s hand down and shot an apologetic look at Jaejoong. “And you know he loves you anyway.”

Jaejoong laughed and hugged the two. “Yes, your Appa loves you, but don’t be so noisy, okay? It has been a hard week for him. Now go wake Minnie up for me, yes?”

“Okay!” the two exclaimed excitedly, and dashed off to the youngest’s room, keen on waking him up the hard way—they tried the cold way and the noisy way already, and they didn’t quite work.

“Jae, Boo, you’re too soft on them,” Yunho frowned as he took a plateful of lasagna, and blew on it before scooping it into his mouth, gaping like a goldfish when it still felt hot.

“And you are too strict on them,” Jaejoong sighed, resting his head on Yunho’s shoulder, ignoring his protest of not being able to eat properly that way. “You have to loosen up, Yunnie. They’re not going to grow up into gangsters if you’re not strict on them. I believe in them.”

“I do too,” Yunho shrugged, and ignored Jaejoong’s protest—revenge had always tasted so sweet to him. “But I do believe that giving them too much freedom is not a good thing. You gave them freedom. I have to give them restrictions.”

“Not this time,” Jaejoong shook his head, and snatched the spoon from Yunho, feeding himself. “It’s Christmas, Yunnie. I’m not going to let you be hard on them during Christmas.”

“Fine, but only for Christmas,” Yunho sighed, knowing that once Jaejoong had set his mind on something, he couldn’t say no, or he would have to say hello to the couch he was sitting on more frequently.

“And New Year,” Jaejoong added quickly. “And Easter, and Thanksgiving, and—“

Yunho silenced him with a kiss, his right hand resting behind Jaejoong’s head and the other placing the plate back on the tray. He let go quickly, and stared at Jaejoong. “I get what you mean. Stop babbling.”

“I am not!” Jaejoong protested, his face flushing slightly because he was indeed, babbling.

“Yeah, of course, and I am not Jung Yunho,” Yunho teased, and caught Jaejoong’s wrists before he could hit him. “But you are, and I am, and it will never change.”

Jaejoong blushed again, deeper this time. “You’re still such a sweet talker,” Jaejoong huffed, and let his hands rest, one on the couch, and the other on Yunho’s hand.

“Because I will never change,” Yunho said and leaned in again to kiss Jaejoong.

“Wah, Umma, Appa, that’s unfair! We haven’t even put the mistletoe up yet!”


Prompt/Desired Plot: Jaejoong and Yunho are parents and for Christmas (because every family has done this at least once) Yunho dresses up as Santa
Anything else: Deliciously fluffy and demanding Umma!jae making Yunho do everything.
Prompt/Desired Plot:yun snd jae are acting so childishly about their "so called" presents for christmas! XD

Anything else?:Changmin and Yoosu are so pissed off because of YunJae sweetness! (too much mushyness! Nyahahahha) Love. Love.


FILLED - Must Be Santa, PG-13, 1/1

I know this is not exactly what you want, but I hope you like this anyway =/

“Rock, paper, scissors!”

“Aw, why do I have such bad luck in this?” Yunho grumbled as he pulled back his hand and kicked the innocent foot of the stool Junsu was sitting on, successfully making him crash down onto the fur-carpeted floor, ignoring his yelps of pain while the other continued on cheering over their win.

“It was me last year!” Yoochun protested as he finally helped Junsu up. “Stop being such a grumpy old man, and I’ll prepare the wish list for you. Come on, guys, let’s go.”

The two others cheered, and with evil smirks on their face, they ripped off a page of folio paper, and took a pen, before they started scribbling madly on it, listing names of various things Yunho didn’t even know existed, or couldn’t pronounce—thank goodness they haven’t requested for a car.

His sanity was saved when he heard the front door open and close, followed by an announcement of “I’m home!” by that familiar, melodious voice he had grown to love so much. “Jae~!”

“Yes? What’s the matter?” Jaejoong asked as he looked at the four gathering in the dining room, hunched over the table. “What are you doing?” he asked again as he peered over Junsu’s shoulder.

“We’re making a Christmas wish list, he lost and he has to be the Santa this year,” Changmin replied, capping his pen, and folding his paper. “Here you go, I’m finished,” he said with an innocent smile as he handed it to Yunho who was still sulking angry.

“So what do you want?” Yunho asked Jaejoong who hadn’t taken the paper and pen yet. “Don’t you want anything for this year?”

“Oh, you know what I want,” Jaejoong grinned mischievously as he walked over to Yunho, placing the grocery bags on the table, and leaned over. “And I know what you want.”

Yunho reached out a hand to steady himself, and the other to grab Jaejoong’s nape. He was just inches away from kissing his boo when—

“Yah, you have your own room for a reason!” the Yoosu shouted as they threw their pens at Yunho. “Save us the PDA, please!”

Yunho stomped his way to his room, saying that he refused to buy them anything from their wish list, while Jaejoong merely chuckled and followed him in.

That night, the three vengefully added five more items to their wish list to make up for their lost beauty sleep because of the noise coming from the Yunjae room.

And the next day, when the doorbell rang, and Jaejoong got up excitedly while shouting “It must be Santa!”, the three rushed to open the door, snatch the gift bag away, and run to their room for cover.
Umm, is there a deadline for requesting? :)
no, but the chances that your request will get filled are much higher if it's up earlier... :)
Prompt/Desired Plot: Yunho is not eager to celebrate Christmas, due to something tragic that happened in his past. Jaejoong helps him overcome his past and then they celebrate a priceless moment together.
Anything else?: Emo-but-smitten-by-Jae!Yunho and Jae's cookies would be nice xD


FILLED - Last Christmas, PG, 1/1

I'm sorry if this is not what you want. Oh, and guess who I am :P

Yunho sat on the couch, hand grasping a picture, printed on glossy paper. The edges were starting to brown, and there were scribbles on the back of it. A picture of him and his ex-girlfriend, who left him for another man the day after he had proposed to her, without her giving him the answer yet.

He guessed, her leaving was answer enough.

Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away

“Jae, for the sake of… stop singing that darned song!” Yunho barked unhappily at the singing and glowing man who was currently in the kitchen, walking around like a tornado, hands covered in mittens and body covered by an apron. It was Christmas Eve, and he was the most excited about it, preparing homemade cookies and fresh milk for “Santa”.

“Aw, what’s wrong?” Jaejoong asked, giggling slightly as he covered his mouth with his glove-clad hand, and Yunho silently wondered if he was high on sugar. “It’s Christmas tomorrow and you’re brooding! That’s not a good sign!”

Yunho rolled his eyes, and went back to angsting over what happened just last year. Why couldn’t he saw it coming? Maybe then he wouldn’t have to be so heart-broken over the whole thing.

“Boo,” Jaejoong whispered in his ear, and he jumped up in surprise. When did he get there?

“Ah, so this is the girl you have been talking about?” Jaejoong asked as he snatched the picture away and quickly retreated back to the kitchen, ignoring Yunho’s attempts to claim it back. “What’s so good about her? She’s not even pretty.”

“Shut up,” Yunho walked over to the kitchen and roughly snatched the picture back, nearly ripping it in two with such force. “You won’t know.”

“Oh, won’t I?”Jaejoong asked, and grabbed the handle of the oven, opening it once the timer beeped. Carefully taking out the tray of chocolate chip cookies, he placed it on the counter, and closed the oven. “Don’t state what you’re not sure of.”

Yunho stopped in his tracks. He paused, and looked back at Jaejoong. It was an ambiguous statement, but somehow, he felt a twinge of pain in his chest when he heard him say that.


“You were left by someone?” Yunho asked, and decided to consider that pain as sympathy. After all, they were in the same shoes.

“No, I just adored someone who is too dense to notice it,” Jaejoong shrugged, and took a piece, biting into it. “Want to try some?” he offered.

“Sure,” Yunho agreed, and walked back towards Jaejoong, taking the offered piece in his mouth, and chewing on it slowly. “It’s… nice.”

“As nice as I am?” Jaejoong asked teasingly, a wide grin gracing his features.

“No, you’re nicer,” Yunho answered back just as teasingly, a small smile starting to form on his lips. Somehow, whenever he was with Jaejoong, he could forget about everything, and just concentrate on the moment.

“Why, thank you,” Jaejoong smiled, and took another bite. “But that means I’ll have to try harder to bake better cookies.”

“They won’t be as nice as you,” Yunho shook his head, holding onto Jaejoong’s wrist, preventing him from taking another bowl to mix the dough. “Ever.”

Jaejoong raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you flirting with me?”

Yunho looked appalled, and Jaejoong was about to laugh at his expression. But then, his expression softened and he nodded. “Yes I am.”


“I think… I think I like you,” Yunho admitted slowly, still looking a little unsure. “A little… or a lot. I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” Jaejoong said as he smiled, holding onto Yunho’s hand that was grasping his wrist. “That’s a progress.”

“You know, a part of me wishes I’m that dense person, and the other part wishes I’m not,” Yunho laughed, and rested his forehead on Jaejoong’s. “Jae, can you grant me a wish?”

“Name it.”

“Sing the next part of that darned song.”

Jaejoong could only smile.

This year to save me from tears I’ll give it to someone special


Prompt/Desired Plot: A kiss under the mistletoe! :D :D
Anything else?: Make it Yunho and Jaejoong's first kiss, please :D And make sure they aren't dating/romantically involved prior to it. Tysm!


FILLED - Warm - PG, 1/4

It's gradual, but din of the room is eventually loud enough to deafen all other noises. Jaejoong doesn't even notice until he accidentally crashes a glass to the ground and all it does is break into a thousand pieces, inaudible against the whoops Heechul is making from across the room and the loud smacking noises Yoochun is making against every visible surface, mistletoe hanging from a hairband on his head. Jaejoong frowns. It's too loud and too rowdy and too claustrophobic; he could be at work right now. Rent is due way too quickly and he barely has enough, if he plans on eating for the next few weeks. Plus, he barely knows anyone here, except for maybe one or two scattered familiar faces that are too busy being stupid with their friends. Heechul he knows because Heechul hates him, Yoochun he knows because Yoochun is quiet and sad unless he has underaged alcohol sloshed inside his throat, and Yunho--

Oh, right, didn't notice him. He's standing there with a cup in his hand, looking awfully conflicted. Kangin is trying to coax him into trying some, while some other soon-to-debut trainee keeps filling the cup with another mysterious liquid from his own. Suddenly, Yoochun pops up beside him, rubbing his slack lips all over his cheek. A bottle is pressed into his side-- "live a little," Yoochun laughs-- and he's gone again. Jongwoon (where did he come from? Jaejoong barely thinks) is pressing another bottle against his back, shoving him towards the swell of the crowd.

"Stop being such a downer, Jaejoong," he grins into his neck, arm slung loosely over his shoulder. "No one's watching you right now, kick off your shoes and have a bit of fun before you're caught in the cage again." And then Jongwoon saunters away backwards, blowing wet kisses towards Jaejoong before he trips and lands on a row of laps, who belong to a bunch of buzzed owners that only laugh and cradle him.
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