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FIC: [DBSK] Operation Chaos (8/11)

Title: Operation Chaos - chapter 8
Beta-reader: anaka237, Kashikosa
Pairings: Jaejoong/Junsu, side Yunho/Yoochun, various others
Lenght: Chaptered
Rating: PG-13 for this one
Warnings: Succubus!Junsu, Yoochun and Changmin
Genre: AU, fantasy, humour, crack, smut
Summary: A story of what happens when a succubus with some issues meets a human with some issues.
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Plot is basing on the succubi legends but I trasformed them for the purpose of writing this fic.
A/N: You will vomit rainbows after reading this chapter. And check this to see some explanation and if you're intrested in knowing what is going to happen with this fic (Don't worry, nothing drastic XD)
Previous chapters: Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7


The only coherent thing Jaejoong’s mind could form at that very moment sounded suspiciously like the not so eloquent ‘eh?’. The brunette heard Yunho flopping lifelessly onto the chair. He probably would have done the same if he wasn’t busy staring into Junsu’s cinnamon tinted orbs which were darting from him to Yunho-to-the-floor-to-the-window and so on.

Jaejoong’s soul was still floating around the office when Junsu carefully called out to him.

“Hyung? Jaejoong-hyung? Are you alright?”, warm fingers brushed over the back of the young officer’s hand. Jaejoong instantly snapped out of his daze. He gazed at the place where the boy touched him, feeling a weird, tingling sensation under his skin.

Never in his entire life has he blushed. Never. However now, when he was looking at Junsu, who was standing before him, care and concern written all over the refined features, he felt as if a group of extremely wild and aggressive butterflies tried to take over his stomach.

“You… want to go out with… me?”, Jaejoong’s voice was quiet and full of uncertainty as he watched Junsu’s reaction.

The boy’s eyes widened when he realized the second meaning under his request, Jaejoong’s and Yunho’s odd behavior giving him plenty of hints that something was wrong with a seemingly harmless question.

“Oh God! No… that wasn’t… wasn’t what… I meant… to go out for a coffee! Yeah, coffee!”, Junsu’s arms flailed around, most probably to make his point while he tried to hid the embarrassment, which proved to be a hard task with his cheeks burning red.

Jaejoong collected himself pretty quickly because seriously, how could he even allow himself to blush with his ‘bad boy’ image still on and working? It wasn’t his job to act all cute and virginal. On the other hand, Junsu was doing quite well. Seeing the lad’s aggravation, he let out a soft chuckle.

“Okay, I get it. Coffee would be great.”

Junsu’s gesticulation stopped.

“Really? So maybe tomorrow, after your work?”

“Do you know the saying ‘never put off tomorrow what you can do today’ ?”, Jaejoong winked at the standing boy, who smiled meekly. Somewhere in the background Yunho was face-palming, probably thinking about the consequences and why Fate decided to be always on his best friend’s side.

The brown-haired officer stood up and put his hand on Junsu’s head.

“Does Yoochun know or should I play the chaperon?”, somehow Yunho could feel Jaejoong trying to chop off his head just with a killer glare, but he pushed it aside, remembering what his lover had done to him not so long ago. He still was kind of sore down there…

“It’s alright, hyung. Yoochun-hyung knows. After I explained the whole situation, he himself told me to go and apologize…”

“He… he told you that?”, Yunho’s blood was boiling like oil in hell’s cauldron and his voice was bordering on hysterical. So he was ‘punished’ because of a misunderstanding? He was going to lose it and the result would look like a corpse from a gore movie. Yunho’s mind became full of very nasty images, equally nasty smirk dancing on his lips, ears deaf to Junsu’s worried whisper. He was abruptly turned around and bitch-slapped by Jaejoong’s merciless hand.

“Hold it together. Keep calm or you’re going to scare the kid…”, Jaejoong glanced in the boy’s direction, Yunho’s eyes darting to him the same way. Junsu looked perplexed, to say at least. They also became the main attraction of the office, with probably everyone stealing glances at their exchange. The older man continued: “Besides, I bet you didn’t hate it that much. Am I right?”. The last sentence was barely audible, brunette’s breath tickling Yunho’s auricle. Auburn-haired man exhaled sharply, orbs wide and scanning. It hit him without warning – Jaejoong was right, because yes, he didn’t hate it that much. In fact, he enjoyed being bounded and pounded into the bed. However, always being the topping one took its toll on his perception of sex... Maybe it was time for him to open up? He gazed at Jaejoong with an expression that screamed ‘I found the answer!’. Strong desire for revenge was still lurking in the depths of his heart, but he concluded that for now the safest way to conduct it in the nearest future was to hide it. Yoochun was going to be paralyzed after he was done with him. And maybe then they will switch. Of course on the condition that Yoochun can move.

Jaejoong left Yunho with his thoughts, turning around to face Junsu.

“Just… Don’t pay attention to him. Where were we…? Ah, so my proposition would be ‘Paradise Café’ or do you have something in mind?”

Junsu smiled awkwardly, shaking his head.

“No, it’s fine. So… see you later?”, he bowed one more time and left, Jaejoong’s dark orbs following his moves till he was beyond the young officer’s reach.


A few hours later Xiah was straightening his white polo shirt, making sure it was decent enough to wear. Patting the thick material of his baby blue jeans, he double-checked them for any signs of dirt. Then he went to his snickers, ogling them carefully before putting them on.

After he was finished, he moved to the mirror, eyes fixated on his reflection. Hearing soft footsteps, he swirled on his heel. In the entrance of the living room Max was casually leaning against the frame, surveying the smaller demon’s lean figure.

“Do I look good?”, Xiah’s voice became somehow squeaky, bringing out an awful smirk on Max’ lips.

“You look almost twice as fuckable as always.”

“You know perfectly well that it was not what I meant…”, a light flush covered Xiah’s cheeks as he turned to the door.

“I know, but it’s fun to watch you suffer.”

“I’ll tell my Mom”, the shorter demon muttered quietly, tying up his shoe-lances.

“Your Mom loves me~~”

“Then I’ll fry your ass on a small fire”, now Xiah was pouting to himself, his face hidden from Max.

“Yeah, right. Learn how to control those pitiable powers of yours first. Maybe then we will talk. And stop puckering your lips like you’re about to cry – this will make rapists only more horny.”

“Urghh… I simply hate you…”, Xiah stood up and grabbed his jeans jacket, trying to wrestle himself into it.
Two strong hands stopped demon’s futile attempts.

“That’s enough, kids”, Micky took the jacket from Xiah and helped him put it on his back. He peered at the younger with content. “Not too provoking. I like it.”

“What do you mean ‘not too provoking’?! When have I ever wanted to provoke anyone?!”

“You haven’t, but it did happen anyways”, the eldest patted Xiah’s head, earning himself an aggravated huff. “Remember – it’s only coffee, so don’t let him get in your pants. We still don’t know how strong the binding is. Be careful, okay?”

Xiah grabbed the doorknob and with mischievous smirk stepped on the threshold.

“Understood… Mum!”, he poked his tongue at them and dashed through the door before Micky was able to make a move.

Max tsk-ed, retreating to the spacious room, the older demon trotting not far away behind him.

“Do you think he can handle Jaejoong’s sex-filled mind?” Micky sat in his favorite armchair, massaging his temples while the taller man was skimming through the new pile of medical magazines.

“I don’t know. But do you have the heart to tell him not to go? You saw how he acted. For a moment there I thought that we were dealing with a teenager, who was asked out by his first crush. It’s weird, especially when we consider the fact that he is a succubi prince, goddammit.”

“If his Mother knew about this, we would end up castrated…”, Micky sighed and rested his stiffened back against the armchair.


It was awkward. They were sitting in a small, lightly colored café, facing each other, but not really looking. Xiah was playing with his fingers, not daring to make the first move. Jaejoong, on the other hand, was still overwhelmed by the fact that he was on a date and he hadn’t gone on one for ages. His previous partners needed only a bottle of whiskey. Then they could roll all night long.

Jaejoong gazed at the boy before him and decided to end his suffering by breaking the silence.

“Um… So why did you run off the previous day?” He adjudicated that it wasn’t a tactful question in their current predicament, because for a second Junsu looked like he was about to flee.

After taking one deep breath, Junsu spoke weakly.

“You see… I have fear management problems. It’s not something I can freely talk about. Sometimes I just know… that people want to do… something to me.”

Jaejoong felt his jaw hanging open at the unusual explanation. His prodding nature kicked in.

“You felt… me? What exactly did you feel?”

“That you… God, I know it may sound freaky…”, Junsu finally glanced at his companion, waiting for some sign of approval. Jaejoong goaded him with a small nod, so he continued. “I sensed that you want my body.”

The policeman stared at the boy for a moment, stopping when Junsu started to avoid his eyes once again. He cleared his throat to gain the other’s attention. There was no point in lying or denying.

“You were, erm, right. You’re an attractive man, so I’ll use it as my defense, maybe?”

“I’m not as handsome as you, though…”, another barely audible whisper from Junsu made Jaejoong smile.

“And now we reached the awkward point… Again. We’re pretty good at it, don’t you think?”, the young officer grinned, his light tone visibly easing the tension. “How about a little change of subject?”

Junsu’s lips quirked, so Jaejoong allowed himself to continue.

“I never thought that Yoochun could be this protective, but you seem to bring out his fatherly instincts. Was he always like that?”

“Well… I wouldn’t say ‘fatherly’. His more like a mother. Very wise, but nosy.”

“Mother hen. And if he’s mother hen, that makes you…”

“… A chick?”

They looked at each other and started to laugh quietly. Jaejoong stopped, hearing Junsu’s unique laughter. It felt nice and it certainly was infectious. He hid his own smile with a hand, just like he used to do since high school, because old habits die hard.

“You shouldn’t hide it…”, Junsu spoke suddenly.

“Hide? Hide what?”

“You’re smile. It’s… pretty. And pretty things are meant to be shown to the world. It’s what my mother used to tell me…”

Jaejoong was surprised by the boy’s boldness, especially considering the fact that Junsu acted shy most of the time. On top of that, the younger one said it with a tone that indicated a strong belief and confidence. Jaejoong leaned in and grinned mischievously.

“If it’s for you, I can dry my teeth as much as you want.”

For a second Junsu’s mind seemed to process the information. Then his eyes turned into two crescents and he gave Jaejoong the most heart-warming smile the other had ever seen.

At that moment the policeman thought of how wonderful it would be if he could see this picture every time he had a bad day or a shitty mood. Junsu’s features morphed into amusement when Jaejoong didn’t stop gazing at him with misted eyes.

“Hyung, can you please come back from this beautiful world you’re currently in? It’s mighty weird to sit here with you in this state”, a soft chuckle escaped the lad’s lips and Jaejoong was now sure that he was, in fact, in love.

“I’m here with you. It just that you seem to be somehow… supernatural”, the older brunette stated, wondering why Junsu’s orbs became so big and scared for no reason. “You have an angelic presence, you know?”


It was ironic how appearance could deceive so easily. The demon looked down, staring at his hands. Jaejoong was sharp, of course he would notice that something was a bit odd in the air around the boy, but his judgment about the true nature of ‘Junsu’ was absolutely missed.

“Angel, huh?... I doubt I’ll be near your vision of me, hyung… I’m not a good person…”, the sadness in Xiah’s voice made Jaejoong curious.

“Why do you think so?”

“It’s hard to explain, really. I wasn’t even able to protect my only friend and now he’s in a coma. Sometimes I think, I’m useless”, Xiah fiddled with his fingers, not daring to face his companion.

Suddenly, the demon felt a hand ruffling his hair.

“Those things have nothing to do with you – it was his choice. He would not have sex, if he hadn’t wanted it. And let me tell you one thing: you have your quirks but you’re a nice kid”, said Jaejoong, his words sincere, expression gentle.

Xiah wanted to cry: over himself, over Jaejoong, over Hyukjae and over all those things he was denied because of his unstable state. He was shaking a little but managed to look into the human’s eyes, mumbling a weak ‘thank you’.

Without a warning he was pulled to his feet and to the exit. Before he knew what was going on around him, he was sitting in Jaejoong’s car, with the said man behind the drivers’ wheel.

“Hyung, what are you-?”, Xiah closed his mouth, when the brunette turned to him and grinned.

“I’m taking you to the Lotte World before you start thinking too much. I will not let you cry, got it?”

The demon blinked. Then blinked again. And after concluding that it was the sweetest and the cheesiest line he has ever heard, he laughed wholeheartedly, unknowingly making Jaejoong’s heart do flips and somersaults.


Jaejoong was sure that he’s a fucking genius – Junsu was laughing, smiling and gesticulating excitedly when he talked about the rides they tried so far. Even though Jaejoong himself was feeling kinda nauseous from them, he made sure to take the boy to every place he wanted.

However, in the middle of their small journey, Junsu stopped near a park bench and led Jaejoong to sit on it. Then he sat beside the other, grabbing his hand and looking him straight in the eye.

“Hyung, I think it’s enough. You aren’t feeling well and I probably have already emptied your wallet.”

“Hey, I’m not that poor and I’m pretty capable of saving money, you know. It’s not a big deal, although I must admit that the part about not feeling well was surprisingly accurate…”

“Let’s go home, shall we?”, proposed Junsu, taking Jaejoong’s hand to help him. He gasped at the tingling sensation in his palm, but when the policeman tried to take his hand out of the boy’s clasp, Junsu did not let him do it, smiling weakly at Jaejoong.

“I already know that you like me, remember? This feeling in your hand… I know what it is. And I’m not afraid. So… Let’s get back, okay?”

“You don’t have to force yourself…”, Jaejoong was surprised by his own voice, fingers intertwining with Junsu’s.

“I know.”

They went to the parking lot, not really meeting each other eyes. On the way to Junsu’s apartment they acted the same. However, Jaejoong could tell that something was different between them and it made him ridiculously happy.

When they were finally standing before Junsu’s apartment door, the boy let go of Jaejoong’s hand. Neither one of them made a move, making silence grow. The lad hummed, gazing at the policeman, but when he didn’t get any reaction he decided that saying something about goodbyes and Changmin probably freaking out would be a good idea. When he opened his mouth, Jaejoong snapped.

He grabbed the boy’s neck and pulled him into a kiss, tongue pushing inside the moist, warm caver. Jaejoong felt Junsu’s fingers grabbing his jacket, pulling it weakly. He knew that he should stop before something bad was going to happen, but Junsu tasted like heaven and sin and sweets and he was so goddamn intoxicated by this that he wasn’t able to part from him. He sucked, bit and licked, drawing a keening sound out of the shorter male, fingers tangling in short strands on the boy’s nape, the other hand steadying on the prominent hip.

When he paused to catch some air, Junsu spoke in a hush.

“Slow down…”

He nodded, one more time connecting their lips, this time less fiercely, gently coaxing Junsu to answer it and when he finally did, Jaejoong was pretty sure that his partner had a disturbingly fantastic talent in making dicks hard just by kissing.

Without a warning, they were brutally yanked apart.

Shocked, Jaejoong faced Changmin, whose expression was frighteningly unreadable. The tall male spoke calmly, dragging Junsu away to the hallway.

“I think it’s enough. Call him when you cool down.”

Only by a mere chance was the policeman able to notice that Junsu’s orbs were shining with gold in the weak light of the outdoor lamp. Jaejoong shivered for no reason, lust and contained frustration visible in his dark eyes. He could swear it was the same for Junsu, the gold shimmer of his eyes mesmerizing and tantalizing, full of passion and want.

And as always, it was Changmin who interfered, closing the door before Junsu had a chance to react.

“Please, hyung, leave for now”, the tall boy sounded genuinely concerned, his hand tightly grabbing and holding onto the doorknob.

Junsu’s voice sounded from behind the door, changed, a little deeper, laced with something akin to need.
“Changmin, open up! Let me out! It’s not your business anyway!”

“He’s right, it’s not your fucking business. What is the meaning of this shit anyway?”, Jaejoong hissed at the boy, taking a step closer. Changmin didn’t act like he was scared, angering the man before him even more.

“He is unstable. Your minds, both of you, are currently hormone-driven. Go home or I’ll call Yoochun and Yunho. Come back tomorrow, tonight it’s just…”, Changmin whispered something under his nose, grabbing the doorknob harder. “I’ll explain it to you if you come here tomorrow evening.”

This was the first time Jaejoong was unable to tell exactly what just happened, because somehow, a few moments later he found himself in his car, driving back home, to his empty bed and unwashed dishes. He was confused, angry, and on top of that, horny. It was never a good combination. Explanation – this was one of those things he desired the most at the moment, Junsu’s heat being his libido’s main target and priority.

“Tomorrow… Wait ‘till tomorrow…”, he whispered it like a mantra, knuckles going white on the wheel.

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A/N2: Right now I'm editing previous chapters, changing them to the proof-read text. In about couple of hours I will post the next chaper. See you there ;)
Tags: !language: english, *fandom: dbsk, fic: operation chaos, genre: au, genre: comedy/crack, genre: fluff, lenght: chaptered, media: fic, pairing: jaejoong/junsu, pairing: yunho/yoochun, rating: pg13

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