Junsu's Man
Title: Junsu’s Man
Author: Me! (2theChangmin)
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: PG-13 (?)
Summary: Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man.
Brief oneshot written for and dedicated to purplefanatic91. Happy Birthday! I hope you like it! This is my first time writing this pairing so…sorry if it failsI hope I did okay. <3
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. That's not to say that he thought of himself as a 'player'. For one thing, he never 'played' with the women he dated; not in that sense anyhow. They had played in a way, (insert greasy chuckle here), but he never toyed with their emotions or led them on. He'd respected the women he had been with; he wouldn't have been with them otherwise.
Though he didn't think of himself as a 'player', as a ladies’ man... Yeah. He prided himself on always getting girls to approach him. He always knew just what kind of smile, what kind of gaze, what kind of stance, they wanted. Shy, coy, sly, dangerous, boyish, somber, elegant... He knew just the right buttons to push on each woman to make them interested and take that journey across a floor to greet him. He wouldn't leave with every girl. No. In fact he rarely ever left with them.
He supposed he was picky. He'd see a girl he thought was cute. He’d send her a look. She'd join his side for the evening. They'd talk. And if there was nothing there... no spark between them telling him 'I really want to see her again'... then at the end of the night they'd part ways, both enjoying themselves for that night and knowing it was only for that night.
When he did find a woman who intrigued him, who set off that 'I want to see her again' signal, then he would begin to court her as any normal guy would. He'd do things intentionally to make her blush, make her smile, make her laugh, make her sigh... He hadn't had many girlfriends, but the girls he'd dated he had really liked.
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. He certainly did like the females. All females; he found something in all of them. Maybe not a connection he wanted to follow through with but he still saw that each woman had a special something about her. Something that made her just perfect for ‘someone’. He was convinced he just needed to find the right girl… become one’s ‘someone’.
When he had first met his current partner…
He met them through work. The thing he remembered most was their smile; it held both an adult’s charm and a child’s whimsical humor. It had almost blindsided him. He had smiled back without thinking because that was just the thing one did when faced with a smile so bright. They shook hands and expressed wishes that working together would go smoothly and Yoochun had shuffled them over to and under the category of ‘friend’ in his mind and left it at that.
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. He seemed to be drawn in by the other’s smile. But there was a rule he followed adamantly: ‘never mix business with pleasure’. Maybe that was why the word ‘friend’ kept springing up in his mind, like a big sign in neon letters shouting out a reminder, or maybe even a warning, every time that smile made him pause. Yoochun and his ‘friend’, capital neon sign still blaring silently, began spending time together outside of the office. Nothing big, just lunch mostly; sometimes dinner if they were working late. He didn’t think anything of it when the want to see this person, this ‘friend’ kept happening more and more frequently. He didn’t think anything of it when he started making up excuses to surprise them. He started making up justifiers to himself about why he felt a certain warmth when they smiled that smile where their eyes lit up.
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. When the realization that he was in love struck Yoochun, he had been in the middle of chewing. His ‘friend’, who he been having lunch with him, poked him in the cheek to draw him out of his daze. He blinked but couldn’t quite rid the ‘Oh…’ look that came with his realization. He couldn’t believe it. To be frank, Yoochun was a little terrified and a lot shocked. He hadn’t even seen it coming. Hadn’t even noticed any of the signs; or rather he had noticed the signs (in bright neon no less) but brushed them aside as something else or gave excuses. But now it was so clear to him… It almost made him feel stupid to not have noticed what was going on in his own body, in his own mind, and in his own heart. His friend asked if he was okay. Yoochun swallowed and answered that he was fine.
But he wasn’t fine. He was pretty sure he was extremely far from being ‘fine’.
What was he supposed to do? He was in love, that much he knew, but… How had he let himself fall in love? . . . Okay, that was a stupid question. He couldn’t, of course, act on his feelings though. It would be wrong, he told himself. It would make things awkward around the office if things didn’t work out between them, and as stated earlier he was a firm believer in never mixing business with pleasure. Besides, and this was the part he worried about the most, what if they didn’t feel the same? What if they just thought of him as a friend? The same feeling he himself was supposed to feel for the other but didn’t?
No. He couldn’t risk rejection. And for once, he had no idea what to do in order to get the other person to come to him. He was completely blank.
Okay then, since he clearly couldn’t act on his feelings, he ordered himself to stop loving his co-worker!
…
It didn’t work.
Damn it.
He finally decided to ignore his feelings and pretend like nothing had changed. Like he still didn’t know why his heart skipped when this friend asked how his day was. And like he didn’t realize why his mouth became dry when they hugged him…
Crap. This was too hard. He couldn’t maintain this act. He was thinking about quitting but couldn’t quite bring himself to do so. For one thing, he never thought of himself as a ‘quitter’. For another, he couldn’t quite stomach the idea of not seeing this person almost every day.
So he stayed.
Eight months ago, when he and this ‘friend’ he was so in love with went out to lunch he was a bit nervous to say the least. He had been avoiding this person a bit over the past six weeks or so. Not because he didn’t enjoy their company, because he did; lord, how he enjoyed their company. But he avoided them because he was afraid that if he kept hanging around the other they would know. They’d know exactly how he had been feeling, and that terrified him. This day however, his friend had cornered him as he was leaving and practically demanded they go eat lunch together. It seemed that his ‘friend’ didn’t like the fact that Yoochun had been avoiding them. In short; his ‘friend’ took him out to lunch and asked him if they had done anything wrong.
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. He had never come across a situation like this though. ‘Did I do something wrong?’ That was what the person he loved asked as they nervously wrung their hands together beneath the table. Yoochun felt like shit. He hadn’t realized they’d think this. He hadn’t realized that by avoiding the other they would come to the conclusion that they were somehow at fault. “No,” he hurriedly assured them. They’d done nothing besides make him fall in love with them. He kept this last fact to himself though and decided he should stop avoiding them.
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. He knew he had to be attractive at least on some level to get girls to go after him. Yet he starred in shock when two weeks after that lunch, Yoochun’s same ‘friend’ stood in front of him and stammered out a nervous confession, complete with blushing cheeks and wringing hands.
Yoochun didn’t even think he blinked. He was too busy trying to decide if what was happening was real or if he was daydreaming… again. He pinched himself. Nope. Not a daydream. Before the person before him could finish stuttering out how they didn’t expect Yoochun to like them back but that they just had to let him know how they felt, Yoochun was kissing them.
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. But when he slipped silently into bed at night, it wasn't the soft curvy form of a woman sleeping next to him that he reached for, wrapped an arm around and held close. Nor was it a woman who grunted and mumbled incoherently at being awoken.
“Sorry,” Yoochun whispered, a smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
It wasn't a lady’s low voice that grumbled out a tired "Yoochun?"
He chuckled silently. “No, it’s some other man who snuck into our room at night to cuddle with you.”
There was silence for a beat before the form he held struggled to turn around and face him. “What time is it?”
“Late,” Yoochun sighed. He leaned forward to brush a chaste kiss to the other’s still lips. “Sorry,” he whispered. “I lost track of the time.”
The man before him nodded once before hiding his smile into Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun chuckled as he rolled completely onto his back, the man beside him snuggling into his side. “Goodnight,” was yawned out somewhere around his chest.
Yoochun smiled and looked down at the top of the brunette’s head. He brought his hand up and raked his fingers through the bed tousled hair. “Goodnight.”
A minute passed where Yoochun simply listened to his friend and lover’s steady breathing. “I love you,” he murmured softly into the room.
He was certain the man he had directed it towards was fast asleep and hadn’t heard a word. But that was okay. He smiled. He would just tell him again in the morning. And the next morning after that. And the next one after that…
He ran his fingers one last time through his love’s brown hair before closing his own eyes with a sigh and falling asleep.
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. But that was before he had met Kim Junsu.
Author: Me! (2theChangmin)
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: PG-13 (?)
Summary: Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man.
Brief oneshot written for and dedicated to purplefanatic91. Happy Birthday! I hope you like it! This is my first time writing this pairing so…sorry if it failsI hope I did okay. <3
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. That's not to say that he thought of himself as a 'player'. For one thing, he never 'played' with the women he dated; not in that sense anyhow. They had played in a way, (insert greasy chuckle here), but he never toyed with their emotions or led them on. He'd respected the women he had been with; he wouldn't have been with them otherwise.
Though he didn't think of himself as a 'player', as a ladies’ man... Yeah. He prided himself on always getting girls to approach him. He always knew just what kind of smile, what kind of gaze, what kind of stance, they wanted. Shy, coy, sly, dangerous, boyish, somber, elegant... He knew just the right buttons to push on each woman to make them interested and take that journey across a floor to greet him. He wouldn't leave with every girl. No. In fact he rarely ever left with them.
He supposed he was picky. He'd see a girl he thought was cute. He’d send her a look. She'd join his side for the evening. They'd talk. And if there was nothing there... no spark between them telling him 'I really want to see her again'... then at the end of the night they'd part ways, both enjoying themselves for that night and knowing it was only for that night.
When he did find a woman who intrigued him, who set off that 'I want to see her again' signal, then he would begin to court her as any normal guy would. He'd do things intentionally to make her blush, make her smile, make her laugh, make her sigh... He hadn't had many girlfriends, but the girls he'd dated he had really liked.
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. He certainly did like the females. All females; he found something in all of them. Maybe not a connection he wanted to follow through with but he still saw that each woman had a special something about her. Something that made her just perfect for ‘someone’. He was convinced he just needed to find the right girl… become one’s ‘someone’.
When he had first met his current partner…
He met them through work. The thing he remembered most was their smile; it held both an adult’s charm and a child’s whimsical humor. It had almost blindsided him. He had smiled back without thinking because that was just the thing one did when faced with a smile so bright. They shook hands and expressed wishes that working together would go smoothly and Yoochun had shuffled them over to and under the category of ‘friend’ in his mind and left it at that.
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. He seemed to be drawn in by the other’s smile. But there was a rule he followed adamantly: ‘never mix business with pleasure’. Maybe that was why the word ‘friend’ kept springing up in his mind, like a big sign in neon letters shouting out a reminder, or maybe even a warning, every time that smile made him pause. Yoochun and his ‘friend’, capital neon sign still blaring silently, began spending time together outside of the office. Nothing big, just lunch mostly; sometimes dinner if they were working late. He didn’t think anything of it when the want to see this person, this ‘friend’ kept happening more and more frequently. He didn’t think anything of it when he started making up excuses to surprise them. He started making up justifiers to himself about why he felt a certain warmth when they smiled that smile where their eyes lit up.
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. When the realization that he was in love struck Yoochun, he had been in the middle of chewing. His ‘friend’, who he been having lunch with him, poked him in the cheek to draw him out of his daze. He blinked but couldn’t quite rid the ‘Oh…’ look that came with his realization. He couldn’t believe it. To be frank, Yoochun was a little terrified and a lot shocked. He hadn’t even seen it coming. Hadn’t even noticed any of the signs; or rather he had noticed the signs (in bright neon no less) but brushed them aside as something else or gave excuses. But now it was so clear to him… It almost made him feel stupid to not have noticed what was going on in his own body, in his own mind, and in his own heart. His friend asked if he was okay. Yoochun swallowed and answered that he was fine.
But he wasn’t fine. He was pretty sure he was extremely far from being ‘fine’.
What was he supposed to do? He was in love, that much he knew, but… How had he let himself fall in love? . . . Okay, that was a stupid question. He couldn’t, of course, act on his feelings though. It would be wrong, he told himself. It would make things awkward around the office if things didn’t work out between them, and as stated earlier he was a firm believer in never mixing business with pleasure. Besides, and this was the part he worried about the most, what if they didn’t feel the same? What if they just thought of him as a friend? The same feeling he himself was supposed to feel for the other but didn’t?
No. He couldn’t risk rejection. And for once, he had no idea what to do in order to get the other person to come to him. He was completely blank.
Okay then, since he clearly couldn’t act on his feelings, he ordered himself to stop loving his co-worker!
…
It didn’t work.
Damn it.
He finally decided to ignore his feelings and pretend like nothing had changed. Like he still didn’t know why his heart skipped when this friend asked how his day was. And like he didn’t realize why his mouth became dry when they hugged him…
Crap. This was too hard. He couldn’t maintain this act. He was thinking about quitting but couldn’t quite bring himself to do so. For one thing, he never thought of himself as a ‘quitter’. For another, he couldn’t quite stomach the idea of not seeing this person almost every day.
So he stayed.
Eight months ago, when he and this ‘friend’ he was so in love with went out to lunch he was a bit nervous to say the least. He had been avoiding this person a bit over the past six weeks or so. Not because he didn’t enjoy their company, because he did; lord, how he enjoyed their company. But he avoided them because he was afraid that if he kept hanging around the other they would know. They’d know exactly how he had been feeling, and that terrified him. This day however, his friend had cornered him as he was leaving and practically demanded they go eat lunch together. It seemed that his ‘friend’ didn’t like the fact that Yoochun had been avoiding them. In short; his ‘friend’ took him out to lunch and asked him if they had done anything wrong.
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. He had never come across a situation like this though. ‘Did I do something wrong?’ That was what the person he loved asked as they nervously wrung their hands together beneath the table. Yoochun felt like shit. He hadn’t realized they’d think this. He hadn’t realized that by avoiding the other they would come to the conclusion that they were somehow at fault. “No,” he hurriedly assured them. They’d done nothing besides make him fall in love with them. He kept this last fact to himself though and decided he should stop avoiding them.
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. He knew he had to be attractive at least on some level to get girls to go after him. Yet he starred in shock when two weeks after that lunch, Yoochun’s same ‘friend’ stood in front of him and stammered out a nervous confession, complete with blushing cheeks and wringing hands.
Yoochun didn’t even think he blinked. He was too busy trying to decide if what was happening was real or if he was daydreaming… again. He pinched himself. Nope. Not a daydream. Before the person before him could finish stuttering out how they didn’t expect Yoochun to like them back but that they just had to let him know how they felt, Yoochun was kissing them.
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. But when he slipped silently into bed at night, it wasn't the soft curvy form of a woman sleeping next to him that he reached for, wrapped an arm around and held close. Nor was it a woman who grunted and mumbled incoherently at being awoken.
“Sorry,” Yoochun whispered, a smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
It wasn't a lady’s low voice that grumbled out a tired "Yoochun?"
He chuckled silently. “No, it’s some other man who snuck into our room at night to cuddle with you.”
There was silence for a beat before the form he held struggled to turn around and face him. “What time is it?”
“Late,” Yoochun sighed. He leaned forward to brush a chaste kiss to the other’s still lips. “Sorry,” he whispered. “I lost track of the time.”
The man before him nodded once before hiding his smile into Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun chuckled as he rolled completely onto his back, the man beside him snuggling into his side. “Goodnight,” was yawned out somewhere around his chest.
Yoochun smiled and looked down at the top of the brunette’s head. He brought his hand up and raked his fingers through the bed tousled hair. “Goodnight.”
A minute passed where Yoochun simply listened to his friend and lover’s steady breathing. “I love you,” he murmured softly into the room.
He was certain the man he had directed it towards was fast asleep and hadn’t heard a word. But that was okay. He smiled. He would just tell him again in the morning. And the next morning after that. And the next one after that…
He ran his fingers one last time through his love’s brown hair before closing his own eyes with a sigh and falling asleep.
Yoochun used to consider himself a ladies’ man. But that was before he had met Kim Junsu.