FANFIC: "Misunderstanding: Part 2" (DBSK: YooSu)
Title: Misunderstanding Part 2
Pairing: YooSu (YoochunxJunsu)~Mention of YunJae (YunhoxJaejoong)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: Fluff, Drama/Angst, Randomness
Rating: PG13
Warning: Umm.. Bipolar boys, Yunho molesting Jae by the stove, Yoochun being dense/kinda a chicken, randomly jealous Susu, suspicious appearance of the female "SoulMates", suggested AnjaxMinho pairing, mention of boyxboy dating/kissing, and other assorted nonsense.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to my YooSu Girl anja_yoochun because I owe her a YooSu ShoutOut!
Warning & Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION. It is a work of Fiction starring real people that I sadly do not own in any way, shape, or form except for CDs, and DVDs and an impressive collection of pictures, which should count but doesn't. I totally get tired of admitting this... *SAD FACE* La is mine/me. Zef belongs to herself, (too bad for me. ^.~) And Anja belongs to Minho because that's the way she likes it. I think that's everything.
Yoochun winced, looking for all of the world like his heart had been struck by the admission and he didn’t want to show it. He’d never been very good at hiding his emotions, particularly from Junsu, but he tried. “I… I thought so.”
The rage was gone just as quickly as it had come, and Junsu sighed as he noted the crestfallen look. He took a deep breath, let it go, and began again. “No Yoochun, I mean, maybe, I don’t know.”
The normally cheerful dolphin gave a heavy exhale muttering under his breath. Why was it that his emotions always went haywire like this? It gave him a headache and made him feel bad when he hurt Yoochun’s feelings.
Blinking in mute confusion, Yoochun tilted his head to one side. “So which of those answers do I believe, or do I accept them all?”
Junsu bristled, inhaled deeply and then huffed, words pouring out of him before he could give it a second thought. “Are you aware of the fact you completely ignore the world around you when you’re flirting with random women?”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide. “Wha-? Susu, what are you talking about?”
The dolphin immediately wilted, ducking his head and sounding suspiciously close to tears. “You completely ignored me yesterday when we were here because you were too busy flirting with those two girls by the conference room. And you’ve been strange ever since.”
The older male stared as the younger let out a sound that was suspiciously like a sniffle. Was Junsu about to cry?
He would not cry. “D-do you… Do you not l-like me anymore?”
Yoochun stared at him, then reached out and caught Junsu’s arm, dragging the other male into a hug so fast he could do nothing more than squeak before he was wrapped tightly in Yoochun’s arms.
His voice was low as he gently stroked Junsu’s softly-spiked hair. “No! Susu! How could you even think that?”
Junsu sniffed again, hiding his face against Yoochun’s throat and tangling his fingers in the folds of Yoochun’s hoodie. He hated that he was two heartbeats away from a melt-down, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Even though the words burned, he managed to get them out before he lost his nerve, but his grip tightened as he spoke.
“I mean… I know we’re friends, but.. If you didn’t, like me like… Like you did before, I just, I just want to know.” The first tear escaped and he barely swallowed a whimper. “I just want to know, Chunnie.”
“You’re crazy.” Yoochun murmured, as affectionately as possible, hiding a smile as he nuzzled into Junsu’s hair. “How could I not like you, Junsuyah?”
“I mean like…” He exhaled, shaking his head. “Like a boyfriend… Like… a lover.”
Yoochun sighed, pushing at his shoulders until Junsu moved back away from his body enough to meet his eyes. “I love you, Su. That’s not going to change just because I was talking to some friends.”
“Friends?” The dolphin was almost adorably hopeful.
“Friends.” Yoochun replied firmly. “One was a jeweler, in fact… She was just dropping some stuff back off to me, because she was in the area. I had to have a ring sized and some other things cleaned.”
He thought of the new silver ring that had accompanied the return of his jewelry. Junsu’s ring.
“So you weren’t flirting with them.”
“Su, I just told you I love you.” He sighed, smiling faintly as he shook his head. “No, I wasn’t flirting.”
Teary eyes cleared, blinking rapidly as they stared at him. “Love?”
“You can be so ridiculous sometimes.” Yoochun laughed, kissing his forehead and then nuzzling at his cheek. “Yes, I love you.”
“I-”
“HYUNGS!” Changmin shouted from the van. “Come on, I’m hungry!”
“I- really hate our maknae sometimes.” Junsu muttered, shoulders sinking.
“Don’t worry, I do too.” Yoochun smiled, sliding an arm around the other’s shoulders and pulling him toward the van. “Come on… We’ll talk about this at home, ok?”
“Ok.” Junsu murmured, burrowing closer to his side to escape the cold as much as just to be near. “That sounds good.”
Yoochun grinned and held him tighter as they walked. “It sounds warm.”
“It won’t be if you open the window in our bedroom like you usually do.” Junsu retorted under his breath.
“It would be if you’d let me hold you.” Yoochun smiled playfully.
Junsu glanced up at him, then down, color marking his cheeks. “Maybe.”
Yoochun grinned. ‘Maybe’ he could live with.
*
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to burn dinner.” Jaejoong murmured as fiercely as possible, though it wasn’t all that effective with Yunho’s hands sliding around his waist and lips brushing his neck. “Yunnie!”
“You never burn food.” Yunho purred, nipping at him playfully. “For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve never even come close… No matter how -”
“Say something cheesy and I will hit you with a wooden spoon.” The eldest threatened, reaching for one to back up his words.
“Alright, alright.” Yunho laughed, catching Jaejoong's wrist and pinning it to his chest. “Stop that, no need for violence.”
“It’s the only thing that gets through to you sometimes.” Jae muttered, smiling as the band leader placed a kiss on his cheek. “Now go set the table.”
“Can’t one of the children do it?” Yunho muttered.
Jae gave him a look. “Min is doing his homework like a good boy, and the other two are talking. Set the table.”
“Will I get a kiss for it?”
“Not if you don’t go do it now.”
“Yes dear.”
“Aish, why did I marry you?”
“I gave you beautiful children.”
“…”
“Not my best argument.” Yunho smiled sheepishly.
Jae’s laughter rang through the apartment. “No, but I love you anyway.”
*
“So… They were really just friends?” Junsu shifted nervously, folding his legs under him and clutching a pillow as he leaned against the headboard of his bed.
Yoochun sat at the foot of the bed, one knee propped up and arms draped around his calf, chin balanced on his knee. “Yes, Susu, they’re just friends.”
“They sounded American.”
Yoochun smiled. “The short one with the curly hair, La, is originally from Florida…”
“She’s the jeweler, right?”
“Right.” He nodded. “Well, that and some fashion stuff… But since her friend Anja was visiting the building to see Minho, La decided to just bring me everything since it was done.”
“What about the really pretty one with the white-blonde hair?” Junsu’s lower lip jutted out unconsciously. “You were being very charming…”
“Zef?” Yoochun blinked, and then grinned. “She does amazing work with video and photo-art in New York, and I think La said they both dabble with photography. I was telling them that they should be careful how amazing they were, or we’d hire them and never let them go back to the States.”
“So that was what the ‘be careful or I just might keep you’ part was about?” Sulky brown eyes met Yoochun’s.
“Susu.” He murmured gently, reaching out to touch the younger man’s cheek. “They’re just friends, I promise. I don’t want you to hate them; I promised they’d get to meet you. And besides, they’re YooSu fans.”
Junsu perked, smiling faintly. “Really?”
Yoochun unfolded himself and slid closer, resting his chin on Junsu’s shoulder. “Really. And it would be a shame, since I had La make you a present and all.”
Large brown eyes grew wider. “A present?”
He smiled faintly and nodded. “Yes, a present from me.”
Junsu fidgeted a moment, then sidled a little closer until Yoochun was forced to wrap arms around him and throw one leg around his hips. Settled against the other’s chest, he sighed in contentment and then nuzzled at Yoochun’s throat. “Do… Do I get it now?”
Yoochun frowned thoughtfully at the ceiling. “Maybe I should make you wait until Christmas.”
“CHRISTMAS?” Junsu squeaked, sitting up and giving him the best impression of puppy eyes he could manage. “Yoochun!”
“Ok, ok…” Yoochun smiled. “How about your birthday then?”
Junsu punched his shoulder. “That’s only a little bit closer.”
“Ouch, violent little dolphin.” Yoochun muttered, nipping at his lower lip in punishment for the hit. “That is when people usually get presents.”
Junsu watched him with wide eyes, tongue tracing over his lip nervously. “Certain kinds of presents, yes…”
Yoochun smiled. “So you’re saying you don’t think this is a Christmas present.”
“No.”
“And you don’t think it’s a Birthday present.”
Junsu shook his head slightly, voice soft. “No.”
Yoochun rolled away, onto his back as he tucked his hands behind his head. “So, what kind of present do you think it is?”
Junsu followed, slinging a leg over him and sitting squarely on his stomach. “Ya! Park Yoochun!”
He almost smiled at how wide Yoochun’s eyes got, but instead narrowed his own gaze. “You’re not doing a very good job of clearing up this misunderstanding… I can just be mad at you until Christmas or my Birthday or whenever you decide to reveal this ‘present’ you say you have.”
Yoochun paled slightly. Junsu mad at him for over a month? He swallowed nervously. “Umm…”
“Or maybe you’ll wait until New Years, or my next Birthday?” Junsu glared and leaned closer. “I could just be mad at you forever.”
Yoochun frowned. “No, you couldn’t.”
Junsu growled and rolled away. “Aish, I guess you’ll just have to see for yourself then.”
Yoochun sat up and twisted after him, catching Junsu’s arm and dragging him back to the bed just as he succeeded in standing. “You can’t be mad at me forever because you love me.”
Junsu turned, eyes narrowed. “Let me go and find out.”
“I don’t want to find out, because I love you too, Junsuyah.” Yoochun tugged at him again, smiling faintly as he offered a small black box. “See?”
Junsu stared at it. “Th… That’s my present?”
Yoochun smiled. “Open it and find out?”
“Yoochun, if this is another misunderstanding… I really will kill you, and then be mad at you forever."
***
So here is Part 2... There will be an Epilogue/Part 3. ^.^ Please comment!
Pairing: YooSu (YoochunxJunsu)~Mention of YunJae (YunhoxJaejoong)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: Fluff, Drama/Angst, Randomness
Rating: PG13
Warning: Umm.. Bipolar boys, Yunho molesting Jae by the stove, Yoochun being dense/kinda a chicken, randomly jealous Susu, suspicious appearance of the female "SoulMates", suggested AnjaxMinho pairing, mention of boyxboy dating/kissing, and other assorted nonsense.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to my YooSu Girl anja_yoochun because I owe her a YooSu ShoutOut!
Warning & Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION. It is a work of Fiction starring real people that I sadly do not own in any way, shape, or form except for CDs, and DVDs and an impressive collection of pictures, which should count but doesn't. I totally get tired of admitting this... *SAD FACE* La is mine/me. Zef belongs to herself, (too bad for me. ^.~) And Anja belongs to Minho because that's the way she likes it. I think that's everything.
Yoochun winced, looking for all of the world like his heart had been struck by the admission and he didn’t want to show it. He’d never been very good at hiding his emotions, particularly from Junsu, but he tried. “I… I thought so.”
The rage was gone just as quickly as it had come, and Junsu sighed as he noted the crestfallen look. He took a deep breath, let it go, and began again. “No Yoochun, I mean, maybe, I don’t know.”
The normally cheerful dolphin gave a heavy exhale muttering under his breath. Why was it that his emotions always went haywire like this? It gave him a headache and made him feel bad when he hurt Yoochun’s feelings.
Blinking in mute confusion, Yoochun tilted his head to one side. “So which of those answers do I believe, or do I accept them all?”
Junsu bristled, inhaled deeply and then huffed, words pouring out of him before he could give it a second thought. “Are you aware of the fact you completely ignore the world around you when you’re flirting with random women?”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide. “Wha-? Susu, what are you talking about?”
The dolphin immediately wilted, ducking his head and sounding suspiciously close to tears. “You completely ignored me yesterday when we were here because you were too busy flirting with those two girls by the conference room. And you’ve been strange ever since.”
The older male stared as the younger let out a sound that was suspiciously like a sniffle. Was Junsu about to cry?
He would not cry. “D-do you… Do you not l-like me anymore?”
Yoochun stared at him, then reached out and caught Junsu’s arm, dragging the other male into a hug so fast he could do nothing more than squeak before he was wrapped tightly in Yoochun’s arms.
His voice was low as he gently stroked Junsu’s softly-spiked hair. “No! Susu! How could you even think that?”
Junsu sniffed again, hiding his face against Yoochun’s throat and tangling his fingers in the folds of Yoochun’s hoodie. He hated that he was two heartbeats away from a melt-down, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Even though the words burned, he managed to get them out before he lost his nerve, but his grip tightened as he spoke.
“I mean… I know we’re friends, but.. If you didn’t, like me like… Like you did before, I just, I just want to know.” The first tear escaped and he barely swallowed a whimper. “I just want to know, Chunnie.”
“You’re crazy.” Yoochun murmured, as affectionately as possible, hiding a smile as he nuzzled into Junsu’s hair. “How could I not like you, Junsuyah?”
“I mean like…” He exhaled, shaking his head. “Like a boyfriend… Like… a lover.”
Yoochun sighed, pushing at his shoulders until Junsu moved back away from his body enough to meet his eyes. “I love you, Su. That’s not going to change just because I was talking to some friends.”
“Friends?” The dolphin was almost adorably hopeful.
“Friends.” Yoochun replied firmly. “One was a jeweler, in fact… She was just dropping some stuff back off to me, because she was in the area. I had to have a ring sized and some other things cleaned.”
He thought of the new silver ring that had accompanied the return of his jewelry. Junsu’s ring.
“So you weren’t flirting with them.”
“Su, I just told you I love you.” He sighed, smiling faintly as he shook his head. “No, I wasn’t flirting.”
Teary eyes cleared, blinking rapidly as they stared at him. “Love?”
“You can be so ridiculous sometimes.” Yoochun laughed, kissing his forehead and then nuzzling at his cheek. “Yes, I love you.”
“I-”
“HYUNGS!” Changmin shouted from the van. “Come on, I’m hungry!”
“I- really hate our maknae sometimes.” Junsu muttered, shoulders sinking.
“Don’t worry, I do too.” Yoochun smiled, sliding an arm around the other’s shoulders and pulling him toward the van. “Come on… We’ll talk about this at home, ok?”
“Ok.” Junsu murmured, burrowing closer to his side to escape the cold as much as just to be near. “That sounds good.”
Yoochun grinned and held him tighter as they walked. “It sounds warm.”
“It won’t be if you open the window in our bedroom like you usually do.” Junsu retorted under his breath.
“It would be if you’d let me hold you.” Yoochun smiled playfully.
Junsu glanced up at him, then down, color marking his cheeks. “Maybe.”
Yoochun grinned. ‘Maybe’ he could live with.
*
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to burn dinner.” Jaejoong murmured as fiercely as possible, though it wasn’t all that effective with Yunho’s hands sliding around his waist and lips brushing his neck. “Yunnie!”
“You never burn food.” Yunho purred, nipping at him playfully. “For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve never even come close… No matter how -”
“Say something cheesy and I will hit you with a wooden spoon.” The eldest threatened, reaching for one to back up his words.
“Alright, alright.” Yunho laughed, catching Jaejoong's wrist and pinning it to his chest. “Stop that, no need for violence.”
“It’s the only thing that gets through to you sometimes.” Jae muttered, smiling as the band leader placed a kiss on his cheek. “Now go set the table.”
“Can’t one of the children do it?” Yunho muttered.
Jae gave him a look. “Min is doing his homework like a good boy, and the other two are talking. Set the table.”
“Will I get a kiss for it?”
“Not if you don’t go do it now.”
“Yes dear.”
“Aish, why did I marry you?”
“I gave you beautiful children.”
“…”
“Not my best argument.” Yunho smiled sheepishly.
Jae’s laughter rang through the apartment. “No, but I love you anyway.”
*
“So… They were really just friends?” Junsu shifted nervously, folding his legs under him and clutching a pillow as he leaned against the headboard of his bed.
Yoochun sat at the foot of the bed, one knee propped up and arms draped around his calf, chin balanced on his knee. “Yes, Susu, they’re just friends.”
“They sounded American.”
Yoochun smiled. “The short one with the curly hair, La, is originally from Florida…”
“She’s the jeweler, right?”
“Right.” He nodded. “Well, that and some fashion stuff… But since her friend Anja was visiting the building to see Minho, La decided to just bring me everything since it was done.”
“What about the really pretty one with the white-blonde hair?” Junsu’s lower lip jutted out unconsciously. “You were being very charming…”
“Zef?” Yoochun blinked, and then grinned. “She does amazing work with video and photo-art in New York, and I think La said they both dabble with photography. I was telling them that they should be careful how amazing they were, or we’d hire them and never let them go back to the States.”
“So that was what the ‘be careful or I just might keep you’ part was about?” Sulky brown eyes met Yoochun’s.
“Susu.” He murmured gently, reaching out to touch the younger man’s cheek. “They’re just friends, I promise. I don’t want you to hate them; I promised they’d get to meet you. And besides, they’re YooSu fans.”
Junsu perked, smiling faintly. “Really?”
Yoochun unfolded himself and slid closer, resting his chin on Junsu’s shoulder. “Really. And it would be a shame, since I had La make you a present and all.”
Large brown eyes grew wider. “A present?”
He smiled faintly and nodded. “Yes, a present from me.”
Junsu fidgeted a moment, then sidled a little closer until Yoochun was forced to wrap arms around him and throw one leg around his hips. Settled against the other’s chest, he sighed in contentment and then nuzzled at Yoochun’s throat. “Do… Do I get it now?”
Yoochun frowned thoughtfully at the ceiling. “Maybe I should make you wait until Christmas.”
“CHRISTMAS?” Junsu squeaked, sitting up and giving him the best impression of puppy eyes he could manage. “Yoochun!”
“Ok, ok…” Yoochun smiled. “How about your birthday then?”
Junsu punched his shoulder. “That’s only a little bit closer.”
“Ouch, violent little dolphin.” Yoochun muttered, nipping at his lower lip in punishment for the hit. “That is when people usually get presents.”
Junsu watched him with wide eyes, tongue tracing over his lip nervously. “Certain kinds of presents, yes…”
Yoochun smiled. “So you’re saying you don’t think this is a Christmas present.”
“No.”
“And you don’t think it’s a Birthday present.”
Junsu shook his head slightly, voice soft. “No.”
Yoochun rolled away, onto his back as he tucked his hands behind his head. “So, what kind of present do you think it is?”
Junsu followed, slinging a leg over him and sitting squarely on his stomach. “Ya! Park Yoochun!”
He almost smiled at how wide Yoochun’s eyes got, but instead narrowed his own gaze. “You’re not doing a very good job of clearing up this misunderstanding… I can just be mad at you until Christmas or my Birthday or whenever you decide to reveal this ‘present’ you say you have.”
Yoochun paled slightly. Junsu mad at him for over a month? He swallowed nervously. “Umm…”
“Or maybe you’ll wait until New Years, or my next Birthday?” Junsu glared and leaned closer. “I could just be mad at you forever.”
Yoochun frowned. “No, you couldn’t.”
Junsu growled and rolled away. “Aish, I guess you’ll just have to see for yourself then.”
Yoochun sat up and twisted after him, catching Junsu’s arm and dragging him back to the bed just as he succeeded in standing. “You can’t be mad at me forever because you love me.”
Junsu turned, eyes narrowed. “Let me go and find out.”
“I don’t want to find out, because I love you too, Junsuyah.” Yoochun tugged at him again, smiling faintly as he offered a small black box. “See?”
Junsu stared at it. “Th… That’s my present?”
Yoochun smiled. “Open it and find out?”
“Yoochun, if this is another misunderstanding… I really will kill you, and then be mad at you forever."
***
So here is Part 2... There will be an Epilogue/Part 3. ^.^ Please comment!