for the price of one
jaejoong/yijung & yoochun/woobin
fluff & crossover (boys over flowers/dbsk)
g
664 words
Yijung, Jaejoong learns, likes tea. Which is a problem, given the fact that Jaejoong doesn’t actually have time for anything other than chilled coffee out of a can but adjustments can be made. The first time he invites himself over to their place, he brings teacups, delicate little things packed neat into individual cardboard boxes wrapped in white paper and blue ribbons.
“You…you shouldn’t have,” Jaejoong mumbles and kicks a laughing Changmin in the shin on his way back from the kitchen, one touch bruise starting to show on his arm when he takes a hesitant seat beside Yijung, hands him bottled sweet tea in his own cup.
“I’m not intruding am I?”
“Given the fact that I barely know you...”
“Ah. And if that changes?”
The tea goes untouched, warming up to room temperature.
“It depends,” Jaejoong says slowly.
“I did bring you teacups,” offers Yijung helpfully. “And your tea sucks, by the way.”
The third time around, Yijung brings tea leaves, Yunho raising an amused eyebrow when he passes the both of them hunched over the kitchen table, the smell of brewing tea light in the air.
“So how are things changing?”
Jaejoong sips his tea thoughtfully, fingers curled around the cup as he ponders this over.
“A little too slow, if you ask me.”
Seventh time. Yijung doesn’t call before he comes over and Jaejoong doesn’t mind too much, not even when he turns up on his doorstep at 2am in the morning.
“You’re here for Jaejoong, aren’t you?” Junsu mumbles, play station weary eyes half open and bleary.
“And good evening, Junsu-sshi.”
He’s waved in and Yoochun smiles a sleepy smile at him from the couch, makes a place for him to sit while Junsu goes to wake Jaejoong up.
“So tell me, Yoochun-sshi, what would you do if I said I have someone who wants to meet you.”
The pause button is hit and Yoochun fiddles with his controllers for a moment, “Go meet the person, I suppose?”.
Jaejoong stumbles into the living room, all dirty looks and bedhair and curiosity in the form of almost smiles. It’s only when Yijung stops in the doorway and raises an eyebrow at Yoochun that the latter realizes he’s supposed to come along.
-
Woobin tells Yoochun that he hates drinking with strangers and pours him a drink, eyes glazed and soju clear under a cloudless sky.
“Well I’m a stranger,” he says and Woobin laughs, says something about how he hates drinking alone even more and it’s bottoms up, alcohol tinged words loud in the middle of empty theme parks. Somewhere over the hulking shadow of dormant roller coasters, Yijung spins with Jaejoong in giant pink teacups, kissing until they don’t know what they’re actually dizzy from.
“Perhaps you are. But Yijung says things like that can change.”
“Jaejoong thinks the same.”
Another shot, another cigarette and Yoochun thinks Jaejoong can pass off as believable sometimes. Times like this, for example, drinking soju from a shared shot glass with a stranger he thinks he knows.
-
“You thought we were a fanclub?”
“Look me in the eye and tell me that anything other than a fanclub would book and entire section just like that.”
Woobin looks Yoochun in the eye and tells him that’s precisely what he did.
“Anyways how could F4 be a fanclub name?”
“How the hell would I know, fans these days…see, if you count the escape key on the keyboard to the F4 button, that’s exactly five spaces.”
“So?”
“Never mind.”
The sun comes up and Yunho calls him on his cell, leaves messages about something vaguely important like an interview at 8am. Yoochun gently twists Woobin’s wrist towards him, watch hands hinting reasons to leave too soon.
“I need to go.”
Woobin lifts his hand with Yoochun still clinging on to it, leaves a slightly drunken kiss on it before shaking it off.
“I hate drinking alone. With strangers.”
“Well it’s good we’re not anymore.”
fin.
fluff & crossover (boys over flowers/dbsk)
g
664 words
Yijung, Jaejoong learns, likes tea. Which is a problem, given the fact that Jaejoong doesn’t actually have time for anything other than chilled coffee out of a can but adjustments can be made. The first time he invites himself over to their place, he brings teacups, delicate little things packed neat into individual cardboard boxes wrapped in white paper and blue ribbons.
“You…you shouldn’t have,” Jaejoong mumbles and kicks a laughing Changmin in the shin on his way back from the kitchen, one touch bruise starting to show on his arm when he takes a hesitant seat beside Yijung, hands him bottled sweet tea in his own cup.
“I’m not intruding am I?”
“Given the fact that I barely know you...”
“Ah. And if that changes?”
The tea goes untouched, warming up to room temperature.
“It depends,” Jaejoong says slowly.
“I did bring you teacups,” offers Yijung helpfully. “And your tea sucks, by the way.”
The third time around, Yijung brings tea leaves, Yunho raising an amused eyebrow when he passes the both of them hunched over the kitchen table, the smell of brewing tea light in the air.
“So how are things changing?”
Jaejoong sips his tea thoughtfully, fingers curled around the cup as he ponders this over.
“A little too slow, if you ask me.”
Seventh time. Yijung doesn’t call before he comes over and Jaejoong doesn’t mind too much, not even when he turns up on his doorstep at 2am in the morning.
“You’re here for Jaejoong, aren’t you?” Junsu mumbles, play station weary eyes half open and bleary.
“And good evening, Junsu-sshi.”
He’s waved in and Yoochun smiles a sleepy smile at him from the couch, makes a place for him to sit while Junsu goes to wake Jaejoong up.
“So tell me, Yoochun-sshi, what would you do if I said I have someone who wants to meet you.”
The pause button is hit and Yoochun fiddles with his controllers for a moment, “Go meet the person, I suppose?”.
Jaejoong stumbles into the living room, all dirty looks and bedhair and curiosity in the form of almost smiles. It’s only when Yijung stops in the doorway and raises an eyebrow at Yoochun that the latter realizes he’s supposed to come along.
-
Woobin tells Yoochun that he hates drinking with strangers and pours him a drink, eyes glazed and soju clear under a cloudless sky.
“Well I’m a stranger,” he says and Woobin laughs, says something about how he hates drinking alone even more and it’s bottoms up, alcohol tinged words loud in the middle of empty theme parks. Somewhere over the hulking shadow of dormant roller coasters, Yijung spins with Jaejoong in giant pink teacups, kissing until they don’t know what they’re actually dizzy from.
“Perhaps you are. But Yijung says things like that can change.”
“Jaejoong thinks the same.”
Another shot, another cigarette and Yoochun thinks Jaejoong can pass off as believable sometimes. Times like this, for example, drinking soju from a shared shot glass with a stranger he thinks he knows.
-
“You thought we were a fanclub?”
“Look me in the eye and tell me that anything other than a fanclub would book and entire section just like that.”
Woobin looks Yoochun in the eye and tells him that’s precisely what he did.
“Anyways how could F4 be a fanclub name?”
“How the hell would I know, fans these days…see, if you count the escape key on the keyboard to the F4 button, that’s exactly five spaces.”
“So?”
“Never mind.”
The sun comes up and Yunho calls him on his cell, leaves messages about something vaguely important like an interview at 8am. Yoochun gently twists Woobin’s wrist towards him, watch hands hinting reasons to leave too soon.
“I need to go.”
Woobin lifts his hand with Yoochun still clinging on to it, leaves a slightly drunken kiss on it before shaking it off.
“I hate drinking alone. With strangers.”
“Well it’s good we’re not anymore.”
fin.