Teach Me 2/4?
Title: Teach Me 2/4?
Pairing: Yunho/Yoohwan (Changmin/Yoochun, minor Jaejoong/Yoohwan)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to mess around with and make awesome pairings with.
Summary: Yoohwan is so tired of listening to his brother and Changmin fuck. It's just another reminder that he is alone, that his brother doesn't need or want him anymore. He wants someone to hold, someone to kiss, someone to touch. Enter Yunho, the sexy latte boy at Kiss B. But with an overprotective brother, even that relationship is doomed to fail as nothing more than a fuck.
A/N: This fic is a sequel of sorts to the Changmin/Yoochun fic Follow Me but I don't think you need to read that one to read this one.
Warnings: implied past!rape, pedophilia, prostitution, abuse, incest. But none of those things happens in this fic.
Yoohwan is 15, Yunho is 18.
Part 2: Alone
Yoohwan entered the apartment a little after eight a.m. Jaejoong had offered to call him a cab, but he wanted to walk and think about this more. He did think that Yunho-shi was attractive. He was tall and already really strong. He liked to dance and he liked to do hapkido. He was incredibly nice to customers, and even if he rarely looked at Yoohwan when they talked, he was nice to Yoohwan as well.
As soon as he kicked his shoes off, Yoochun was there, arms around his waist. He muttered an apology.
Yoohwan smiled and pushed him away. “God, hyung. Let me take my sweater off.”
Yoochun returned his smile and then leaned forward for a light kiss. Yoohwan’s heart hammered in his chest, but he kissed back and fought not to whimper.
“I hate it when you take off at night.”
“I left you a note.”
“Yeah, but that--”
“Afraid I’m selling my body?”
“Yes.”
Yoohwan rolled his eyes and took his jacket off to put in the front closet. “I’m not a liar, hyung.”
“I know. I just worry.”
“Well, stop. I told you where I went. Pretty sure Jaejoong called Changmin to verify this morning.”
“Guilty,” Changmin said.
“Are you hungry? Do you need anything? How is your cough?”
Yoohwan did not answer any of his brother’s questions.
“What is wrong with you?” Changmin asked.
Yoohwan fixed himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. Yoochun hovered, and then Changmin gave him a pointed look. Yoochun huffed, but left the kitchen. Yoohwan smiled behind his coffee cup when a door slammed.
“Okay. Now. What is wrong with you?”
Yoohwan shrugged. “Nothing really. I hate listening to you two fuck, and you two always fuck.”
Changmin smirked. “Indeed we do. But that isn’t everything. Come on. Spill. Your brother will just turn into a worrywort. If you need to talk about something, then talk to me.”
Yoohwan did not want to talk to Changmin about how Changmin had stolen his brother from him. So he said, “I need to ask someone out, and I don’t know how to do that.”
Changmin smiled. “Jaejoong?”
Yoohwan shook his head. “Jaejoong won’t touch me. He’s said so over and over. I’m too young for him.”
“Then who?”
“Jung Yunho, at the cafe.”
Changmin chuckled. “He is cute.”
Yoohwan rolled his eyes. “I know, but ... I don’t ... how do you ask someone out, hyung? I could have his pants off and his cock in my mouth in about two minutes, but like ...”
Changmin laughed. “First, you confess. Tell him that you like him.”
“I don’t ... I don’t know if I do. I mean, he’s nice, but ...”
“Then tell him that you want to get to know him better, outside of the cafe. You want to be friends with him. After that, you can see where things go. You don’t have to fuck him to see if you like him. Watch a movie, go get some ramen. Walk around the park. Play video games.”
“You two won’t be home tomorrow night, right? You’re both working?”
Changmin smiled. “Yes, we will be. You have condoms?”
“Hyung!”
“Do you?”
“Of course I do.”
“Okay. Your brother will be off at ten. I’m not going to be off until midnight.”
Yoohwan took a deep breath that turned into a coughing fit that had his brother rushing back out to help him. Yoohwan pushed him away and stood up, half curled in on himself while he coughed. He left the kitchen and went to his room and locked the door. He plopped onto his bed, heard MinChun’s voices, murmuring. He wondered if Changmin was telling his brother about Yunho.
Probably. It only mattered because it was going to be one more thing for his hyung to worry about.
---
Yunho was making a drink when Yoohwan walked through the door. It was after lunch. He’d fallen asleep until almost noon, a much needed nap after a couple of days without sleeping well. There was a note on the door from his hyungs. They went to an early movie and would be home before four.
Yoohwan thanked his lucky stars. Yoochun would have been overly demanding about where he was going and why he was dressed up a bit. Skinny blue jeans, red button down, nice shoes. He’d even tried to tame his hair a bit, pulling it back in a messy ponytail.
And luckily, he managed to hit a lull in customers.
“Yoohwannie!” Jaejoong called and waved from the other side of the cafe.
Yunho’s head shot up and he dropped the drink, the cup luckily only landing on the counter and not shattering. But coffee went everywhere, and he quickly apologized to the lady who the drink belonged to.
“I’ll get it,” Jaejoong said and hurried over to help. “Why don’t you go take a break?” He nodded in Yoohwan’s direction.
Yunho’s eyes went wide. “But ... I just took ...”
“Go on,” Jaejoong said and shoved him. “Do want a drink, Yoohwannie?”
“No. You know what I came for.”
Jaejoong laughed and had to give Yunho another nudge before the other moved around the counter. His movements were stiff, shaky, unsure.
Yoohwan smiled as he walked close. But fuck, Yunho was gorgeous. Behind the standard red apron that all Kiss B employees were required to wear was a white, v-neck t-shirt, tight around his shoulders, loose around his waist. He wore jeans that molded to his thighs, and black sneakers. His brown hair was always styled, but today was a little messy, like he’d ran his hands through it too often.
“Let’s go outside,” Yoohwan said. “It’s nice out.”
Yunho nodded and rubbed his hands on his jeans. With another smile, Yoohwan led the way outside to an empty patio table. Yoohwan loved being outside. He spent way too much time in a cramped room with only his own thoughts to torture him. He sat in a chair, shifted it so the sun hit his face, and he tilted his head back, still smiling.
“Um,” Yunho said, voice shaking.
Yoohwan looked over at him, and then laughed. “You don’t need to be nervous, Yunho-shi. Hyung. Can I call you hyung?”
Yunho visibly swallowed and nodded. “Yeah ... I ... yeah.”
Yoohwan glanced around and saw they were mostly alone, which was good for both his nerves and for Yunho. He thought about what Changmin had said. He liked Yunho at work, they got along well, and he had a feeling they would get along outside of work too. But how to make that into something more?
“I think that you and I should be friends,” Yoohwan said carefully.
“Friends?” Yunho said, the word cracking.
“Yeah. Friends. We should trade phone numbers and talk and ... you can come over and watch movies with me.”
Yunho’s breath left him in a whoosh of air. He looked almost disappointed, and Yoohwan understood why. If someone he had a crush on said he wanted to be friends, that would be painful.
With something that was definitely more leer than a smile, Yoohwan said, “We can be more than friends. Eventually.”
Yunho’s eyes went wide. “Huh?”
Yoohwan’s heart raced. He felt a tickle in the back of his throat. He tapped a finger on the metal table. “Well, we are friends, but we only know each other at work, and I know that you’re sexy as hell, but that doesn’t mean we’ll get along. So friends ... and then we’ll see.”
That did not make sense in his head. Not completely. Yunho’s eyes were bugging and he swallowed roughly.
Confess, Changmin had said.
“I like you,” Yoohwan added quickly. “You’re nice and funny and cute and ... Yeah. We should go out. To try. You know?” He stopped talking and cleared his throat. The tickle was turning into a nuisance.
Yunho cleared his throat. He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck. For a moment, Yoohwan thought that Jaejoong had been wrong, that Yunho hadn’t said those things about him, that Yunho was straight.
And then Yunho looked up, met his eyes, bit his lower lip, and nodded. “Okay. Friends.”
Yoohwan smiled, relaxing in the chair. “For now.”
“Yes, for now.”
“When is your next day off?”
“T-tomorrow, but ... but ... I can’t ... I can’t ... I have to be discreet.”
Yoohwan licked his lips and watched Yunho watch him. “You can come over to my apartment. My hyungs won’t be home in the afternoon.”
“That ... okay.”
“We’ll watch a movie. Hyung has a lot.”
Yunho smiled. “Okay.”
---
“A date?” Yoochun said, arms crossed.
“Yes, a date.”
Yoochun glared at him. “With Yunho?”
Yoohwan fought the urge to glare at Changmin. He knew that the other had told his brother, but he still was upset at the breach in confidence. “Yes. He’s going to come over and we’re going to watch movies.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed, probably thinking that “watching movies” was a euphemism for sex. It was for him and Changmin. Their movie nights always ended up as being fuck-on-the-couch nights.
“He’s eighteen years old, just finished high school, he’s going to join the army in a couple of months,” Yoohwan added. “It’s just a date, hyung.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Why? We’re coming here,” Yoohwan said, voice rising. “We’re not going to go get some love motel. He’s not propositioning me on a street corner. I like him. He likes me.”
“You’re going to fuck him.”
Yoohwan glared at his brother. “Actually, I’ll probably let him fuck me.”
“You can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re ....”
“Too young?” Yoohwan said with a smirk.
“Yes!”
“Fuck you, hyung.” He turned around and headed to his room.
“Yoohwan!”
“No! You cannot dictate my life, hyung. You can sure as hell try, but it isn’t going to happen. You’re happy. You’re in love. Changmin-hyung fell in love with you as a whore. You’re lucky. I’m not going to be that lucky, which means I need to date and hang out with people.”
“You’re only fifteen! You don’t need to be in love.”
Yoohwan felt the tickle in his eyes this time, instead of in his throat. Tears. God, he hated crying. “I already am in love,” he whispered, “just can’t fucking do anything about it when you are in love with Changmin.”
“Hwannie.”
Yoohwan shut his bedroom door, but his brother had the knob turned before he could lock it. He leaned against it, eyes shut tight, crying, keeping his brother out.
“Go away, hyung!”
“Let me in.” Yoochun pushed at the door.
“No! Go away. Changmin!”
“Don’t call for him. He’s not going to--”
Yoohwan sighed in relief when he heard Changmin’s voice in the hallway. A moment later, Yoochun stopped trying to get into his room, and Yoohwan locked the door. He curled up in his bed and muffled a sudden coughing fit into his pillow. It lasted a long time, exacerbated by his tears and lack of breath.
And then his phone beeped with a text message. He meant to ignore it but he hated the stupid blue flashing light. It was a bit of a addiction. Ooh, light, the light. But still, if it was Yoochun, he’d turn his phone off. He reached for his phone and swiped the screen.
It wasn’t from Yoochun.
Yunho: Hey. How are you?
Yoohwan smiled widely and replied.
Yoohwan: Good. How are you?
Good.
I just got home from work.
I was going to call, but texting is easier.
Yoohwan laughed. Yeah. Much easier. How was your shift?
Okay, I guess. I mean I didn’t spill any more coffee.
Always a plus.
And the only onery customer Jaejoong-hyung took care of.
Jaejoong says you’re enlisting soon. Yoohwan debated sending that for a moment, but he did not know what else to talk about.
Yeah. After my birthday in February. What about you?
Yoohwan paused, wondering. He’d never thought of going to the military before. He had no idea if he was registered. He had no idea if his birthday was even his real birthday. He’d have to ask Yoochun. Technically, Yoochun-hyung was age-eligible. Finally, he settled one: Probably just like you, as soon as I’m eighteen.
I always forget you’re only 15. You seem a lot older.
You seem a lot younger! :)
Haha. Funny.
I’m hilarious.
You’re cute.
Yoohwan felt his cheeks heat up in about a nanosecond. He choked on a breath and then ended up coughing for a few minutes. When he calmed down, there was another message waiting for him.
sorry ... just ... yeah, sorry
Don’t be sorry. Just had to use the bathroom really fast Yoohwan did not want to talk about his cough. Not to Yunho. No one at Kiss B but Jaejoong knew about his chronic bronchitis.
I think you’re cute too. Sexy.
this is why i like text message. you can’t see me blushing or flailing.
You’re flailing????
Maybe a little.
Yoohwan laughed and sent back a heart. Cute!
Pathetic.
Cute!!!!!!!!!
God so are you. I feel like I’m dreaming.
I’ve tried to ask you out before.
But I get ... so ... ugh, embarrassed!
Yoohwan felt himself blush again. You should have! I would have said yes! I didn’t even know you liked me.
Well, you’re young, and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.
Yoohwan wasn’t sure how to reply to that.
I really like you. I need to go have dinner with my family, so I have a bus to catch to get to my aunt’s house. I’ll see you tomorrow!
Yoohwan smiled. Definitely. I look forward to it! <3
It was with a smile on his face that Yoohwan stood up to go use his bathroom. He stayed in his room all night, and randomly sent emojis back and forth with Yunho.
---
Things were awkward and tense the next morning.
Yoohwan said nothing to either of his hyungs.
Yoochun asked him more than one question about his health, did he sleep, why was he smiling randomly?
Yoohwan ignored them. He went to Kiss B to work his small shift, cleaning up after the lunch rush. He was home again before four, fortunately after his hyungs had already left for work. He took a shower and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.
Yoohwan was nervous. He’d never been nervous before. He paced the apartment, making sure everything was clean. Both his hyung and Changmin were neat freaks, so there was nothing for him to clean.
Yunho had texted him again that morning, verifying that he would be over at about six. Yoohwan replied with his address.
And now, Yoohwan just waited for time to pass and tried not to freak himself out.
Part 3: Awake
Part 1: Asleep
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Pairing: Yunho/Yoohwan (Changmin/Yoochun, minor Jaejoong/Yoohwan)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to mess around with and make awesome pairings with.
Summary: Yoohwan is so tired of listening to his brother and Changmin fuck. It's just another reminder that he is alone, that his brother doesn't need or want him anymore. He wants someone to hold, someone to kiss, someone to touch. Enter Yunho, the sexy latte boy at Kiss B. But with an overprotective brother, even that relationship is doomed to fail as nothing more than a fuck.
A/N: This fic is a sequel of sorts to the Changmin/Yoochun fic Follow Me but I don't think you need to read that one to read this one.
Warnings: implied past!rape, pedophilia, prostitution, abuse, incest. But none of those things happens in this fic.
Yoohwan is 15, Yunho is 18.
Part 2: Alone
Yoohwan entered the apartment a little after eight a.m. Jaejoong had offered to call him a cab, but he wanted to walk and think about this more. He did think that Yunho-shi was attractive. He was tall and already really strong. He liked to dance and he liked to do hapkido. He was incredibly nice to customers, and even if he rarely looked at Yoohwan when they talked, he was nice to Yoohwan as well.
As soon as he kicked his shoes off, Yoochun was there, arms around his waist. He muttered an apology.
Yoohwan smiled and pushed him away. “God, hyung. Let me take my sweater off.”
Yoochun returned his smile and then leaned forward for a light kiss. Yoohwan’s heart hammered in his chest, but he kissed back and fought not to whimper.
“I hate it when you take off at night.”
“I left you a note.”
“Yeah, but that--”
“Afraid I’m selling my body?”
“Yes.”
Yoohwan rolled his eyes and took his jacket off to put in the front closet. “I’m not a liar, hyung.”
“I know. I just worry.”
“Well, stop. I told you where I went. Pretty sure Jaejoong called Changmin to verify this morning.”
“Guilty,” Changmin said.
“Are you hungry? Do you need anything? How is your cough?”
Yoohwan did not answer any of his brother’s questions.
“What is wrong with you?” Changmin asked.
Yoohwan fixed himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. Yoochun hovered, and then Changmin gave him a pointed look. Yoochun huffed, but left the kitchen. Yoohwan smiled behind his coffee cup when a door slammed.
“Okay. Now. What is wrong with you?”
Yoohwan shrugged. “Nothing really. I hate listening to you two fuck, and you two always fuck.”
Changmin smirked. “Indeed we do. But that isn’t everything. Come on. Spill. Your brother will just turn into a worrywort. If you need to talk about something, then talk to me.”
Yoohwan did not want to talk to Changmin about how Changmin had stolen his brother from him. So he said, “I need to ask someone out, and I don’t know how to do that.”
Changmin smiled. “Jaejoong?”
Yoohwan shook his head. “Jaejoong won’t touch me. He’s said so over and over. I’m too young for him.”
“Then who?”
“Jung Yunho, at the cafe.”
Changmin chuckled. “He is cute.”
Yoohwan rolled his eyes. “I know, but ... I don’t ... how do you ask someone out, hyung? I could have his pants off and his cock in my mouth in about two minutes, but like ...”
Changmin laughed. “First, you confess. Tell him that you like him.”
“I don’t ... I don’t know if I do. I mean, he’s nice, but ...”
“Then tell him that you want to get to know him better, outside of the cafe. You want to be friends with him. After that, you can see where things go. You don’t have to fuck him to see if you like him. Watch a movie, go get some ramen. Walk around the park. Play video games.”
“You two won’t be home tomorrow night, right? You’re both working?”
Changmin smiled. “Yes, we will be. You have condoms?”
“Hyung!”
“Do you?”
“Of course I do.”
“Okay. Your brother will be off at ten. I’m not going to be off until midnight.”
Yoohwan took a deep breath that turned into a coughing fit that had his brother rushing back out to help him. Yoohwan pushed him away and stood up, half curled in on himself while he coughed. He left the kitchen and went to his room and locked the door. He plopped onto his bed, heard MinChun’s voices, murmuring. He wondered if Changmin was telling his brother about Yunho.
Probably. It only mattered because it was going to be one more thing for his hyung to worry about.
---
Yunho was making a drink when Yoohwan walked through the door. It was after lunch. He’d fallen asleep until almost noon, a much needed nap after a couple of days without sleeping well. There was a note on the door from his hyungs. They went to an early movie and would be home before four.
Yoohwan thanked his lucky stars. Yoochun would have been overly demanding about where he was going and why he was dressed up a bit. Skinny blue jeans, red button down, nice shoes. He’d even tried to tame his hair a bit, pulling it back in a messy ponytail.
And luckily, he managed to hit a lull in customers.
“Yoohwannie!” Jaejoong called and waved from the other side of the cafe.
Yunho’s head shot up and he dropped the drink, the cup luckily only landing on the counter and not shattering. But coffee went everywhere, and he quickly apologized to the lady who the drink belonged to.
“I’ll get it,” Jaejoong said and hurried over to help. “Why don’t you go take a break?” He nodded in Yoohwan’s direction.
Yunho’s eyes went wide. “But ... I just took ...”
“Go on,” Jaejoong said and shoved him. “Do want a drink, Yoohwannie?”
“No. You know what I came for.”
Jaejoong laughed and had to give Yunho another nudge before the other moved around the counter. His movements were stiff, shaky, unsure.
Yoohwan smiled as he walked close. But fuck, Yunho was gorgeous. Behind the standard red apron that all Kiss B employees were required to wear was a white, v-neck t-shirt, tight around his shoulders, loose around his waist. He wore jeans that molded to his thighs, and black sneakers. His brown hair was always styled, but today was a little messy, like he’d ran his hands through it too often.
“Let’s go outside,” Yoohwan said. “It’s nice out.”
Yunho nodded and rubbed his hands on his jeans. With another smile, Yoohwan led the way outside to an empty patio table. Yoohwan loved being outside. He spent way too much time in a cramped room with only his own thoughts to torture him. He sat in a chair, shifted it so the sun hit his face, and he tilted his head back, still smiling.
“Um,” Yunho said, voice shaking.
Yoohwan looked over at him, and then laughed. “You don’t need to be nervous, Yunho-shi. Hyung. Can I call you hyung?”
Yunho visibly swallowed and nodded. “Yeah ... I ... yeah.”
Yoohwan glanced around and saw they were mostly alone, which was good for both his nerves and for Yunho. He thought about what Changmin had said. He liked Yunho at work, they got along well, and he had a feeling they would get along outside of work too. But how to make that into something more?
“I think that you and I should be friends,” Yoohwan said carefully.
“Friends?” Yunho said, the word cracking.
“Yeah. Friends. We should trade phone numbers and talk and ... you can come over and watch movies with me.”
Yunho’s breath left him in a whoosh of air. He looked almost disappointed, and Yoohwan understood why. If someone he had a crush on said he wanted to be friends, that would be painful.
With something that was definitely more leer than a smile, Yoohwan said, “We can be more than friends. Eventually.”
Yunho’s eyes went wide. “Huh?”
Yoohwan’s heart raced. He felt a tickle in the back of his throat. He tapped a finger on the metal table. “Well, we are friends, but we only know each other at work, and I know that you’re sexy as hell, but that doesn’t mean we’ll get along. So friends ... and then we’ll see.”
That did not make sense in his head. Not completely. Yunho’s eyes were bugging and he swallowed roughly.
Confess, Changmin had said.
“I like you,” Yoohwan added quickly. “You’re nice and funny and cute and ... Yeah. We should go out. To try. You know?” He stopped talking and cleared his throat. The tickle was turning into a nuisance.
Yunho cleared his throat. He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck. For a moment, Yoohwan thought that Jaejoong had been wrong, that Yunho hadn’t said those things about him, that Yunho was straight.
And then Yunho looked up, met his eyes, bit his lower lip, and nodded. “Okay. Friends.”
Yoohwan smiled, relaxing in the chair. “For now.”
“Yes, for now.”
“When is your next day off?”
“T-tomorrow, but ... but ... I can’t ... I can’t ... I have to be discreet.”
Yoohwan licked his lips and watched Yunho watch him. “You can come over to my apartment. My hyungs won’t be home in the afternoon.”
“That ... okay.”
“We’ll watch a movie. Hyung has a lot.”
Yunho smiled. “Okay.”
---
“A date?” Yoochun said, arms crossed.
“Yes, a date.”
Yoochun glared at him. “With Yunho?”
Yoohwan fought the urge to glare at Changmin. He knew that the other had told his brother, but he still was upset at the breach in confidence. “Yes. He’s going to come over and we’re going to watch movies.”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed, probably thinking that “watching movies” was a euphemism for sex. It was for him and Changmin. Their movie nights always ended up as being fuck-on-the-couch nights.
“He’s eighteen years old, just finished high school, he’s going to join the army in a couple of months,” Yoohwan added. “It’s just a date, hyung.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Why? We’re coming here,” Yoohwan said, voice rising. “We’re not going to go get some love motel. He’s not propositioning me on a street corner. I like him. He likes me.”
“You’re going to fuck him.”
Yoohwan glared at his brother. “Actually, I’ll probably let him fuck me.”
“You can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re ....”
“Too young?” Yoohwan said with a smirk.
“Yes!”
“Fuck you, hyung.” He turned around and headed to his room.
“Yoohwan!”
“No! You cannot dictate my life, hyung. You can sure as hell try, but it isn’t going to happen. You’re happy. You’re in love. Changmin-hyung fell in love with you as a whore. You’re lucky. I’m not going to be that lucky, which means I need to date and hang out with people.”
“You’re only fifteen! You don’t need to be in love.”
Yoohwan felt the tickle in his eyes this time, instead of in his throat. Tears. God, he hated crying. “I already am in love,” he whispered, “just can’t fucking do anything about it when you are in love with Changmin.”
“Hwannie.”
Yoohwan shut his bedroom door, but his brother had the knob turned before he could lock it. He leaned against it, eyes shut tight, crying, keeping his brother out.
“Go away, hyung!”
“Let me in.” Yoochun pushed at the door.
“No! Go away. Changmin!”
“Don’t call for him. He’s not going to--”
Yoohwan sighed in relief when he heard Changmin’s voice in the hallway. A moment later, Yoochun stopped trying to get into his room, and Yoohwan locked the door. He curled up in his bed and muffled a sudden coughing fit into his pillow. It lasted a long time, exacerbated by his tears and lack of breath.
And then his phone beeped with a text message. He meant to ignore it but he hated the stupid blue flashing light. It was a bit of a addiction. Ooh, light, the light. But still, if it was Yoochun, he’d turn his phone off. He reached for his phone and swiped the screen.
It wasn’t from Yoochun.
Yunho: Hey. How are you?
Yoohwan smiled widely and replied.
Yoohwan: Good. How are you?
Good.
I just got home from work.
I was going to call, but texting is easier.
Yoohwan laughed. Yeah. Much easier. How was your shift?
Okay, I guess. I mean I didn’t spill any more coffee.
Always a plus.
And the only onery customer Jaejoong-hyung took care of.
Jaejoong says you’re enlisting soon. Yoohwan debated sending that for a moment, but he did not know what else to talk about.
Yeah. After my birthday in February. What about you?
Yoohwan paused, wondering. He’d never thought of going to the military before. He had no idea if he was registered. He had no idea if his birthday was even his real birthday. He’d have to ask Yoochun. Technically, Yoochun-hyung was age-eligible. Finally, he settled one: Probably just like you, as soon as I’m eighteen.
I always forget you’re only 15. You seem a lot older.
You seem a lot younger! :)
Haha. Funny.
I’m hilarious.
You’re cute.
Yoohwan felt his cheeks heat up in about a nanosecond. He choked on a breath and then ended up coughing for a few minutes. When he calmed down, there was another message waiting for him.
sorry ... just ... yeah, sorry
Don’t be sorry. Just had to use the bathroom really fast Yoohwan did not want to talk about his cough. Not to Yunho. No one at Kiss B but Jaejoong knew about his chronic bronchitis.
I think you’re cute too. Sexy.
this is why i like text message. you can’t see me blushing or flailing.
You’re flailing????
Maybe a little.
Yoohwan laughed and sent back a heart. Cute!
Pathetic.
Cute!!!!!!!!!
God so are you. I feel like I’m dreaming.
I’ve tried to ask you out before.
But I get ... so ... ugh, embarrassed!
Yoohwan felt himself blush again. You should have! I would have said yes! I didn’t even know you liked me.
Well, you’re young, and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.
Yoohwan wasn’t sure how to reply to that.
I really like you. I need to go have dinner with my family, so I have a bus to catch to get to my aunt’s house. I’ll see you tomorrow!
Yoohwan smiled. Definitely. I look forward to it! <3
It was with a smile on his face that Yoohwan stood up to go use his bathroom. He stayed in his room all night, and randomly sent emojis back and forth with Yunho.
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Things were awkward and tense the next morning.
Yoohwan said nothing to either of his hyungs.
Yoochun asked him more than one question about his health, did he sleep, why was he smiling randomly?
Yoohwan ignored them. He went to Kiss B to work his small shift, cleaning up after the lunch rush. He was home again before four, fortunately after his hyungs had already left for work. He took a shower and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.
Yoohwan was nervous. He’d never been nervous before. He paced the apartment, making sure everything was clean. Both his hyung and Changmin were neat freaks, so there was nothing for him to clean.
Yunho had texted him again that morning, verifying that he would be over at about six. Yoohwan replied with his address.
And now, Yoohwan just waited for time to pass and tried not to freak himself out.
Part 3: Awake
Part 1: Asleep
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