milk chapter two
Title: Milk
Pairing: yoosu, yunchun
Rating: PG-13
Summary: I've been eleven for a long time
Note: I've been inspired by let Me In move and the storyline is (maybe) similar, but I won't put a bullied boy in this fic because I just don't like it :/
Another note: so, my weekend is officially over....... maybe I can't update as fast as before but I hope I can continue it untill the end.
chapter two
Yunho, a 32 year old man, giggles when he sees Yoochun’s frowning face in front of the mirror. Since when being a primp becomes his new hobby?
“What are you doing?"
“Do you think I look like a girl?” Yoochun asks while he’s looking at his own reflection on the mirror, brows furrow. At first, he ignores the ‘noona’ nickname from the Junsu boy, but lately he's been thinking about it more intense. When he sees his reflection, he doesn’t think his face like a girl. Well, maybe because of his long hair.
“Why did you suddenly ask that?” Yunho asks back. To tell the truth, Yoochun is always at his cutest when he’s annoyed. Just like this time. His brows furrow and the way his lips pout are never gets old. So cute, Yunho really wants to hold him forever.
Yoochun shrugs, “I’m just asking, Yunho.”
“Well,” Yunho puts the last knife into his bag and walks approaching Yoochun. “If you desperately need an answer, I would like to say yes. You do look like a cute little girl.” Yunho stands behind Yoochun and smiles.
He can see his own and Yoochun’s reflection on the mirror. Maybe they will look like a father and his son, or maybe an uncle and his cousin, but no. They are a couple. They love each other. Yeah, that’s what couples do. Loving each other. Yunho kisses Yoochun’s right cheek lovingly. Gosh, his skin is so smooth. His body smells sweet, like sugar. He puts his hands on Yoochun’s hips and hugs him. He moves his lips to Yoochun’s neck and kisses him again, savoring Yoochun’s taste.
“Do you think so?” Yoochun snorts. “Now I’m sure my long hair is the reason behind this,” ignoring Yunho’s kisses on his neck, he takes a scissor from drawer near the mirror and prepares to cut his hair.
“Chill,” Yunho takes the scissor from Yoochun’s hand and smiles. “Remember, once you cut your hair, it never grows back. What if your haircut fails? You don’t want that to happen.”
Yoochun doesn’t reply. He just watches Yunho puts the scissor back to the drawer.
“Beside that, I love your long hair. It makes me have something to grab on when we’re making out.” Yoochun snorts again. Good, he’s asking an opinion about whether he looks like a girl or not and suddenly he’s dealing with a horny pedophile old man who is asking for a kiss.
“You have a job to do, don’t waste your time,” Yoochun sighs and turns his body away from Yunho’s embrace.
“I will finish it quickly,” Yunho says but not trying to stop Yoochun walking away from him. “Please. I just want your kiss."
Yoochun stops walking. He seems to be thinking.
There’s a sharp silence before he finally says, “Come here, I’ll kiss you.”
“Really?” Yunho’s face brightens, suddenly feels a burst of happiness. He feels like a little kid who has just got a birthday present. He walks approaching the boy.
Yoochun stands on his tip-toes and Yunho slightly bents his body so he has a same height as him.
This is wrong, Yunho clearly knows that.
He’s not a pedophile. Before he knew Yoochun, he was a normal man who loved woman and their boobs. But five years ago, at midnight on the winter day, everything’s changed. When he was depressed, lonely, and drunk, he met Yoochun. At first, he thought that Yoochun was a little innocent boy who had lost and separated from his parents. Yunho wanted to help him; maybe he’s terrified with the unfamiliar circumstance and needed someone to guide him home. But no, Yoochun wasn’t lost. He indeed said that he needed something from Yunho and would pay him in return. Yunho laughed. How could an unknown little kid like him has much money for paying him?
But he’s not lying. This little kid had money. A lot amount of money. And Yunho accepted the deal. He gave what Yoochun’s needed and he received his money. Their relationship became a seller and a costumer. They would meet at the same place for transaction every five days. But, as the time goes by, he fell in love with the boy. The way he talks, and his smiles, and also his innocent yet he's always trying to act like an adult; it all had captured his heart. He’d never seen someone with such awesome charm before.
From that moment, Yunho never accepted Yoochun’s money again. Instead, he would do Yoochun’s request willingly, without any hesitation. It seems like Yoochun knew that Yunho had a crush on him, so sometimes (barely never) Yoochun hugged him, touched his hair, and kissed him for saying his thanks. Sometimes he allowed Yunho to touch him too.
This is wrong.
How can I fall in love with an eleven year old boy? How can I? This is really wrong. Even though now he knows that Yoochun is not really an eleven year old boy.
Far from that, Yoochun is not a mere eleven year old boy. And it makes him thinks a lot until now.
I’m not crazy! I’m not crazy! Yunho mutters it in his head like a mantra.
But when Yoochun’s little hands on his face, sweet like a little young kid but also gentle like an adult, all of his thoughts melt away. Then, Yoochun kisses him. An explosion erupts when their lips meet. It tastes sweet, like a honey. Yunho really wants more.
“Now you should go,” Yoochun ends their ten second kiss and he disappears to the bedroom, locking himself. Yunho doesn’t notice that Yoochun brings the scissors with him. He picks up his bag and goes out to do his job.
Hunting.
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“Seven… eight… nine… ten dollars!” Junsu screams in joy after he finishes counting his money. He has ten dollars! Wow! He doesn’t know that he has quite much money after he spent all of his saving for his boots.
He puts the money in the pocket of his jacket and runs happily to the dining room. His mother shakes her head when she sees her only son acts like a happy monkey. Junsu sits on the chair and eats his cereal. Today, he will definitely go to the market and buy decent clothes for Yoochun noona. Oh! And the boots too! Girls’ shoes are cheaper than the boys. Maybe they have smaller feet.
“I’m done!” Junsu wipes the drops of milk in the corner of his mouth with his hand, grabs his back, and goes to school.
He’s not concentrating during the lesson in class. He just scribbles pictures in his notebook and smiles so widely which makes the teacher and his classmates wonder. Junsu is a bubbly boy who always happy and cheerful, but he never smiles all day like that…
When (finally) school ends, Junsu is the first student who stands up from his chair and runs out from his class. He quickly finishes his job for sending flyer and after that he goes to the nearest market. He needs two hours to search some nice clothes and shoes for Yoochun, and he really satisfied. Yoochun noona will love it.
Junsu walks to the playground and sits in the swings, waiting for Yoochun to appear. For the hundredth time, Junsu opens his backpack and pulls out the gifts for his best friend.
It’s a nice boots for a winter, Junsu admits it. The color is baby pink with sparkles, and it has a big heart ornaments on it! Oh, Yoochun will looks prettier!
And the clothes! Oh yes! He bought it with a special discount from the seller. There’s a hot emo pink tank top with spaghetti straps and the best part of it is the white super short shorts jeans with the glitter words ‘I'M DELICIOUS’ in the butt parts. Oh yes! These are good clothes! But… wait… how can Yoochun get warmer with this clothes? Well, his money has already spent for the tank top and shorts, so he only could afford a boring blue denim coat without ornaments. But Yoochun will be happy when she sees the boots and the clothes!
Waiting for fifteen minutes, finally he sees someone is coming closer to the playground. It must be Yoochun! Junsu smiles brightly. But as the kid comes closer, Junsu’s smile slowly fading.
It IS Yoochun… but…
“What?” Yoochun asks with his annoyed face.
Junsu’s finger is pointing him and screams, “you… you cut your hair?!” Junsu can not believe with what he’s seeing now. Yoochun’s hair is short. Super short and it makes Yoochun more like a (handsome) boy.
“So?” Yoochun rolls his eyes. “It’s my hair after all. I can do whatever I want with it.”
“Yeah, but… but… you look like a boy!” Junsu shocks.
“What is that?” Yoochun suddenly sees the clothes and boots that Junsu’s holding and he takes it from Junsu without permission.
“’Delicious’?” Yoochun’s brows furrow when he sees the glitter word on the shorts.
“That is the latest stock in the shop! I’m lucky for having it!” Junsu says proudly.
“You've been trolled,” Yoochun rolls his eyes again when he hears Junsu’s words. These clothes look cheap. How much did Junsu spend his money for these silly clothes?
“No! The owner of the shop said that I have a good taste for choosing good clothes for a girl!” Junsu tries to defend himself. “And I bought it for you,” he quickly adds.
Yoochun’s annoyed face suddenly appears again after he hears Junsu’s words.
“What?”
Junsu smiles widely from ear to ear with two dots of pink appear on his cheeks, “Yes, I bought it for you. You will look pretty with this clothes and I bet many boys will have a crush on you too! You can wear it on summer, it will be HOT!” Junsu says ‘HOT’ word loudly, because he imagines Yoochun noona wears it and yeah, she will looks so HOT!
But, Yoochun doesn’t look impressed.
“I am a boy, Junsu” Yoochun scoffs.
Yoochun’s words stabs Junsu like a thunder. What? Yoochun… is a boy? No, it can’t be! She’s lying! Yoochun must be pretending to be a boy because she doesn’t want to accept the boots and the clothes from him!
“Liar!” Junsu shouts.
“I am not a liar.”
“Then prove it!”
“What?” Yoochun blinks, confused.
“Prove it to me that you are a boy!"
“With what?”
“With… with…,” Junsu thinks hard. “With your penis!!”
“Excuse me?” Yoochun nearly screams.
“Yes! Show your penis to me so I can believe that you are a boy.”
Yoochun’s mouth has opened; wants to tell something to Junsu but suddenly he closes it. Junsu doesn’t know why. Maybe she’s stupid enough to have an argument with him.
“Forget it,” Yoochun’s voice becomes calm again. Junsu wonders why.
“So… you’re a girl, aren’t you?” Junsu asks again for confirmation. But Yoochun doesn’t answers him and Junsu thinks it as a yes.
“Stand up,” Yoochun suddenly orders him.
“…yes?”
“Stand up from that swing,” Yoochun takes a step closer to Junsu. “It’s mine.”
Why Yoochun suddenly acts annoying? Maybe it’s right that he sits on the swing that Yoochun has sit on the previous day. But she can’t claim it as her.
“But you can sit on the other swing. It’s no different,” Junsu points the swing beside him.
“I don’t want to sit on that swing. I want to sit in this swing so get off,” Yoochun suddenly pushes Junsu’s body until he falls to the ground.
“Aw!” Junsu groans when the back of his head hit the ground first. Yoochun seems doesn’t care and sits on his swing.
She doesn’t even apologize. She did it on purpose.
That’s rude. No one has ever done this to him. Suddenly, Junsu wants to cry.
“No wonder you have no friends,” Junsu stands up and sobs, “because you don’t know how to treat someone nicely.”
Junsu tries to fight back a floodgate of tears but a single drop of tear slips from the corner of his eyes.
Yoochun looks surprised.
Why is Junsu crying? He just pushed him a little. It’s not bad, isn’t it?
“You’re a mean girl! If you don’t want to accept my gift, all you need is just saying it, not pushing me!” Junsu yells and before Yoochun can asks anymore, Junsu stomps out from the playground, unconsciously leaving the clothes and the boots behind.