painting a picture (4/4)
painting a picture (4/4)
yoosu
angst, fluff, romance
pg-13
for once, junsu wants to paint a picture full of colours.
From the sky, the rain is going down
Crazily, it's falling, going down
From my eyes, it's going down
Drops of joy are falling, going down
junsu pushes past the throngs of reporters and sasaeng fans, hardset eyes hidden behind black shades, but the clench of his jaw stays firm until he is safely cocooned within the safety of the lift's four walls. yoochun's text earlier that morning replays in his mind, a one-word plea to come, and his address attached. he winces when he remembers the buckets of colorful curses he's had to endure from changmin, because he's told the young man that yoochun needs me right now, cancel all my schedule for at least three days, you're superb changminnie, i love you forever, as a friend i mean-
he can anticipate the headlines across newspaper when morning comes, but bless south korea and their obsessions for super-fast news; he can already see the titles of articles splashed across the screens of every netizens' thingamajig alike, along with pictures of him trying to walk through human bodies.
hands in pockets, shades still on, junsu keeps his eyes on the blinking numbers as he ascends past levels and levels of the building. the door dings open, and he steps out gingerly. surely the man at the reception has done a mistake? surely he is not at the highest level, the penthouse, not when he knows that yoochun has an immaculate phobia for extreme heights.
he buzzes for the reception again; his eyebrows disappearing into his hairlines, perplexed, as the man across the line confirms that yes, mr park owns the pentsuite; yes, he is waiting for you, junsu-ssi-
"bless my soul." junsu mutters.
he knocks three times across polished wood, taking in the exquisite engravings adorning the door, the brass shiny plate that shines, and takes one step backwards when he hears scuffling. the door opens to reveal mr jung, and junsu cannot help but to gape in shock.
"oh, you're here." mr jung waves him in casually, as if this is a normal occurrence, the ceo and the employee to meet in someone else's house. "help me with him-" the man frowns, "he's not eating."
"mr jung-"
"yunho. just yunho. he's a dumb fuck, crying and calling out for you in sleep. i told him to call you but he got pissy so i had to snitch his phone to text you."
junsu stares at the hand that is pulling him inside, stumbling through doors and across shiny marble floor; how it is tanned brown against his pale skin. they stop in front of glassy panel, and his heart constricts to see a lump in the middle of the low-set wooden bed. he glances at his boss-
"go in." yunho shrugs. "talk some sense into him."
junsu can only nod, numb. after that small encounter during the charity concert, they have stayed clear out of each other's vicinity. no calls, no messages, no meetings. junsu has asked for the space, and yoochun has complied. he is expecting to decide whether his future is going to have yoochun in the picture, thus the request, but then of course yoochun has the knack of jumping headfirst into trouble before he's decided.
despite the gravity of situation, junsu lets out a giggle. he grins apologetically at yunho, he knows he shouldn't be less than serious and mature, but it does reminds him of their childhood, where yoochun creates trouble and junsu cleans up the mess after him, or yoochun creates trouble for junsu and junsu still has to clean up the mess after him.
"that's okay. are you leaving?" junsu asks, and yunho merely turns on his heels and goes away.
junsu places a palm on the screen and it moves away; he slips past glass and tiptoes to the bed. the room is very comfy and befits yoochun's earthly persona, he deduces, as he sits on the edge of the bed softly. he traces the black-and-white square patterns of the covers, fluffy and warm. he reaches nearer to the bunched mountain of lump-
"-'go away, yunhoyah, i will hate you forever if you don't leave seriously-" yoochun is muffled under fabric.
junsu smiles. yoochun and his harmless threats. always a pleasure to deal with, junsu remembers.
"not yunhoyah though-" junsu calmly speaks, and doesn't falter even when yoochun suddenly pulls hard at the covers, sending him toppling to the cold floor. "jackass." he grins and sits up, puts his chin on the edge of the bed, directly across where he guesses yoochun's face should be. "get your ass up, park." he sniffs the fabrics- "god, you stink."
"shut up, junsuyah. go away, you too." yoochun sounds petulant and plain ridiculous, his words still muffled.
"if you say so." junsu stands up and drags his feet noisily towards the bathroom, smirking-
"god junsuyah don't leave i was kidding-" yoochun unearths himself, and pouts when he realizes he's tricked. "duckbutt." he spits out maliciously into thin air.
"you love my butt, if i remember correctly." junsu is still smirking when he exits the bathroom, sounds of water splashing audible. "get your flat butt in the showers and come out dressed like a human being. i'll cook something." he sees the alarm on yoochun's rough and unshaven face- "i will try to not burn the place down."
"you'd better." yoochun walks shakily on his two feet, as if he is a newborn learning to use his legs, and accepts when junsu holds out an arm to help him. "i will send a bill if anything does happen, and i will make you pay and eat the receipt."
junsu can feel the erratic pitter-patter of his heart against his ribcage as he leads yoochun into the shower, and doesn't complain when the man stands under the rushing water fully-clothed, eyes closed, mouth open, sending him little splatters of wetness.
"i'm going to get wet-" junsu starts to say and retreat, but yoochun suddenly tugs him near and kisses him full on the mouth and he doesn't push away because this is something he can get used to, the warmth of yoochun against him again, like old times. he moans, but a little disgruntled when he's released and he's half wet anyway.
"this is an expensive outfit, park-" he complains but yoochun's small smile disarms him and he's left to stutter, "i'll pinch your clothes," and he runs out of the confined space before he loses control and lets yoochun have him the way his mind wants the man to.
"shameless." junsu chastises himself.
he opens the third drawer on the left side because yoochun is anal like that and he always puts his nicest shirts there; and he's smirking as he pulls out a grey soft tee because yoochun hasn't changed even after eight years.
he tries not to burn the toast into little black charred nothings, and chops the sausages and not his fingers as nicely as he can, and breathes out in pure satisfaction when the plate of food looks semi-decent. then his own stomach rumbles and he curses for cooking only one portion-
"we can share."
"are you dressed?" junsu closes his eyes.
"not like you've never seen me naked."
"yoochunah-"
"of course i'm naked, duckbutt."
yoochun laughs, low and scratchy and normal, and for a moment it feels like they're twenty-year old kids again, living together, and have just woken up after another yummy night together; not like they are adults bogged with life and realities and feelings, and in yoochun's case, a sex scandal.
"fucker." junsu swipes a piece of sausage and lets yoochun wrap him in a backhug. "why do you always tell the truth?"
"because i'm trying to seduce you." yoochun whispers low and hot.
junsu shudders. "shut up. we have a sextape to deal with-" and just like that, yoochun pulls away.
junsu follows the man's movements with his eyes, drinking in the lines of the body he is once a worshiper of. he notices how the hands shake, unsure, as yoochun pours himself a cup of coffee and sits across him.
"you never change." junsu smiles softly and pushes the plate to yoochun.
"should i?" yoochun meets his eyes halfway.
"you should stop filming yourself when you have sex, for starters." junsu teases easily. "it leads to a lot of... problems."
something flash past yoochun's eyes, it widens in unfounded question-
"yeah." the smile doesn't falter. "my mom has one tape of us, don't ask me how she got her hand on it. but it's a perfect blackmail material, which is why i left. she still has it right now. i hope she doesn't try to watch it or anything."
yoochun winces.
"yeah, go figure." junsu reaches over the countertop and places a hand on yoochun's. "props to you for not believing that bs letter i left though. even i couldn't believe it, and i was the one who wrote it." he laughs.
"so..." yoochun licks his lips unsure.
"let's put our tape issue aside for now. is this new tape legit?" junsu takes a piece of sausage and nudges yoochun's lips open, nodding encouragingly when the man stares at him hard, the answer apparent, and the man accepts and chews slowly. he spoons some scrambled eggs and yoochun swallows, eyes on each other all the time. "what do you plan to do, then?"
"i don't know. this is not new, but the public isn't going to be forgiving either." yoochun sighs. "fucking hypocrites. i hope they never have sex forever."
junsu giggles. "amen to that."
"one day i'm going to run for presidency, and i'm going to make a bill that doesn't allow anyone have sex." yoochun glowers, dark and unforgiving.
"you'll be the first to die, all shriveled up, park." junsu retorts, full of mirth. "all you have to do is pass a bill that doesn't allow anyone to tape their sex sessions, and even then, you'll still be the first to die, still shriveled up."
yoochun smirks. "a man can dream, right?"
"i'm serious though, what are you going to do now?" junsu asks softly. "do you think this will hit hard on your company?"
yoochun falls silent, contemplating. "maybe."
junsu realizes then that they've grown. there's a hard set to yoochun's jaw, a glint of silver across his eyes accompanied by deepset bags of fatigue and worry, lines of years across the wide forehead that he used to make fun of endlessly, the way the forehead scrunches as a sign that he is thinking hard, and he understands that years really do have passed by.
junsu fishes out something from his pocket, a little wet but still legible. he puts it on the table- "is this still what you want?"
yoochun stares the blots of black ink, but the outlines of the backside of a girl doing the dishes is unmistakable. a shadow falls past the face, and the shoulder droops in resignation.
"junsuyah." the stare is dark and penetrating. "you know what i want."
junsu gulps and places the piece of tissue into yoochun's palms. "then i have a proposal for you-"
yoochun's defeated eyes scares him a little but at least he needs to cushion the blow this time around because he is junsu, and he cleans up the messes that yoochun leaves behind, because yes, he knows what yoochun wants.
"i have plans for a new album, probably due out next year. be the mastermind behind the production. compose, write lyrics, produce the songs, everything."
"wha-"
"bounce back, park. let's recreate your brandname." junsu winks. "prove to them you are a kickass when it comes to creating and producing music, and that a measly sextape will not bring you down."
yoochun doesn't answer; he doesn't even blink.
"of course, if you screw this up, i will personally thrash your career, and you'll never work behind the scenes ever again." junsu threatens, but his eyes are soft and teasing.
yoochun gulps- "you? me? together?"
"let's work together, park. get your head out of the gutters." junsu wags a finger playfully.
the cloud clears across the handsome face, and things are already better by a fraction.
"you forget something, though." yoochun taps a finger on his chin. "your debut song was my song. shot you straight to stardom. i don't screw up when it comes to work. i'm good at what i do." his chest puffs out, arrogance peeking through.
"whatever." junsu rolls his eyes.
"i accept then." yoochun smiles, gratitude shining in his eyes.
junsu hopes that yoochun gets the underlying meaning of this proposal of his. it is a chance for a new start, both for yoochun's career, and to patch their relationship up. he still doesn't know if it's a good idea to still nurture his lingering affections for yoochun, but maybe being together will help him figure what where to go with his life, emotionally-wise. if things work, great, but if they don't, they can both wipe the slate clean and go on with their lives respectively. he needs to decide and find out if the what-ifs and regrets that has plagued him for years will be solved and refuted by this reunion.
he doesn't notice that yoochun has suddenly disappeared from the kitchen, as he gets absorbed by his thoughts, but when arms envelope around his torso, this time clothed, he merely smiles and leans back a little like he has always done.
"i love you, junsuyah."
junsu smiles and turns slightly to meet the man in a soft kiss. "love you too." he whispers.
it feels natural to be honest about his feelings. that is a good sign. something heavy lifts from his chest, and he can breathe easier.
"bedroom?" yoochun whispers.
"professional relationship, park." junsu smirks.
"booty calls then, at least." yoochun leers lecherously. "for the sake of old times."
"booty calls-" junsu ponders the word carefully, but he latches onto the frame anyway, legs wrapping around torso. "sounds perfect."
Because of you, I am anew, can you hear me? (can you hear me)
Only when it's you, my heart can be filled (my heart)
Come to me like a lie, hold my hand
(Come to me like a lie, hold my hand tightly)
Come to me, hug me, (come to me, hug me)
You're in my heart (baby you're in, you're in my heart)
the end
a/n: um so yeah i think that's it xD i'm sorry it fell short off the angst stick, i seriously wasn't expecting it to be like that :( i don't really like the ending tbh, too cheesy even for me to stomach it lol. tell me what you guys think, crits and correction is awesome! <3 i think this fic is disjointed, and are all over the place, even after i plotted it out. gah. i hate myself. but whatever. i'm tired of this one already. must focus on the mountains of other pending works too. i hope you guys won't hate me too much for being lazy for this one xD i seriously faltered on the last part only. IT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FLUFFY /slaps self. and yes. the title doesn't make sense. i'm sorry TT_____TT
yoosu
angst, fluff, romance
pg-13
for once, junsu wants to paint a picture full of colours.
From the sky, the rain is going down
Crazily, it's falling, going down
From my eyes, it's going down
Drops of joy are falling, going down
junsu pushes past the throngs of reporters and sasaeng fans, hardset eyes hidden behind black shades, but the clench of his jaw stays firm until he is safely cocooned within the safety of the lift's four walls. yoochun's text earlier that morning replays in his mind, a one-word plea to come, and his address attached. he winces when he remembers the buckets of colorful curses he's had to endure from changmin, because he's told the young man that yoochun needs me right now, cancel all my schedule for at least three days, you're superb changminnie, i love you forever, as a friend i mean-
he can anticipate the headlines across newspaper when morning comes, but bless south korea and their obsessions for super-fast news; he can already see the titles of articles splashed across the screens of every netizens' thingamajig alike, along with pictures of him trying to walk through human bodies.
hands in pockets, shades still on, junsu keeps his eyes on the blinking numbers as he ascends past levels and levels of the building. the door dings open, and he steps out gingerly. surely the man at the reception has done a mistake? surely he is not at the highest level, the penthouse, not when he knows that yoochun has an immaculate phobia for extreme heights.
he buzzes for the reception again; his eyebrows disappearing into his hairlines, perplexed, as the man across the line confirms that yes, mr park owns the pentsuite; yes, he is waiting for you, junsu-ssi-
"bless my soul." junsu mutters.
he knocks three times across polished wood, taking in the exquisite engravings adorning the door, the brass shiny plate that shines, and takes one step backwards when he hears scuffling. the door opens to reveal mr jung, and junsu cannot help but to gape in shock.
"oh, you're here." mr jung waves him in casually, as if this is a normal occurrence, the ceo and the employee to meet in someone else's house. "help me with him-" the man frowns, "he's not eating."
"mr jung-"
"yunho. just yunho. he's a dumb fuck, crying and calling out for you in sleep. i told him to call you but he got pissy so i had to snitch his phone to text you."
junsu stares at the hand that is pulling him inside, stumbling through doors and across shiny marble floor; how it is tanned brown against his pale skin. they stop in front of glassy panel, and his heart constricts to see a lump in the middle of the low-set wooden bed. he glances at his boss-
"go in." yunho shrugs. "talk some sense into him."
junsu can only nod, numb. after that small encounter during the charity concert, they have stayed clear out of each other's vicinity. no calls, no messages, no meetings. junsu has asked for the space, and yoochun has complied. he is expecting to decide whether his future is going to have yoochun in the picture, thus the request, but then of course yoochun has the knack of jumping headfirst into trouble before he's decided.
despite the gravity of situation, junsu lets out a giggle. he grins apologetically at yunho, he knows he shouldn't be less than serious and mature, but it does reminds him of their childhood, where yoochun creates trouble and junsu cleans up the mess after him, or yoochun creates trouble for junsu and junsu still has to clean up the mess after him.
"that's okay. are you leaving?" junsu asks, and yunho merely turns on his heels and goes away.
junsu places a palm on the screen and it moves away; he slips past glass and tiptoes to the bed. the room is very comfy and befits yoochun's earthly persona, he deduces, as he sits on the edge of the bed softly. he traces the black-and-white square patterns of the covers, fluffy and warm. he reaches nearer to the bunched mountain of lump-
"-'go away, yunhoyah, i will hate you forever if you don't leave seriously-" yoochun is muffled under fabric.
junsu smiles. yoochun and his harmless threats. always a pleasure to deal with, junsu remembers.
"not yunhoyah though-" junsu calmly speaks, and doesn't falter even when yoochun suddenly pulls hard at the covers, sending him toppling to the cold floor. "jackass." he grins and sits up, puts his chin on the edge of the bed, directly across where he guesses yoochun's face should be. "get your ass up, park." he sniffs the fabrics- "god, you stink."
"shut up, junsuyah. go away, you too." yoochun sounds petulant and plain ridiculous, his words still muffled.
"if you say so." junsu stands up and drags his feet noisily towards the bathroom, smirking-
"god junsuyah don't leave i was kidding-" yoochun unearths himself, and pouts when he realizes he's tricked. "duckbutt." he spits out maliciously into thin air.
"you love my butt, if i remember correctly." junsu is still smirking when he exits the bathroom, sounds of water splashing audible. "get your flat butt in the showers and come out dressed like a human being. i'll cook something." he sees the alarm on yoochun's rough and unshaven face- "i will try to not burn the place down."
"you'd better." yoochun walks shakily on his two feet, as if he is a newborn learning to use his legs, and accepts when junsu holds out an arm to help him. "i will send a bill if anything does happen, and i will make you pay and eat the receipt."
junsu can feel the erratic pitter-patter of his heart against his ribcage as he leads yoochun into the shower, and doesn't complain when the man stands under the rushing water fully-clothed, eyes closed, mouth open, sending him little splatters of wetness.
"i'm going to get wet-" junsu starts to say and retreat, but yoochun suddenly tugs him near and kisses him full on the mouth and he doesn't push away because this is something he can get used to, the warmth of yoochun against him again, like old times. he moans, but a little disgruntled when he's released and he's half wet anyway.
"this is an expensive outfit, park-" he complains but yoochun's small smile disarms him and he's left to stutter, "i'll pinch your clothes," and he runs out of the confined space before he loses control and lets yoochun have him the way his mind wants the man to.
"shameless." junsu chastises himself.
he opens the third drawer on the left side because yoochun is anal like that and he always puts his nicest shirts there; and he's smirking as he pulls out a grey soft tee because yoochun hasn't changed even after eight years.
he tries not to burn the toast into little black charred nothings, and chops the sausages and not his fingers as nicely as he can, and breathes out in pure satisfaction when the plate of food looks semi-decent. then his own stomach rumbles and he curses for cooking only one portion-
"we can share."
"are you dressed?" junsu closes his eyes.
"not like you've never seen me naked."
"yoochunah-"
"of course i'm naked, duckbutt."
yoochun laughs, low and scratchy and normal, and for a moment it feels like they're twenty-year old kids again, living together, and have just woken up after another yummy night together; not like they are adults bogged with life and realities and feelings, and in yoochun's case, a sex scandal.
"fucker." junsu swipes a piece of sausage and lets yoochun wrap him in a backhug. "why do you always tell the truth?"
"because i'm trying to seduce you." yoochun whispers low and hot.
junsu shudders. "shut up. we have a sextape to deal with-" and just like that, yoochun pulls away.
junsu follows the man's movements with his eyes, drinking in the lines of the body he is once a worshiper of. he notices how the hands shake, unsure, as yoochun pours himself a cup of coffee and sits across him.
"you never change." junsu smiles softly and pushes the plate to yoochun.
"should i?" yoochun meets his eyes halfway.
"you should stop filming yourself when you have sex, for starters." junsu teases easily. "it leads to a lot of... problems."
something flash past yoochun's eyes, it widens in unfounded question-
"yeah." the smile doesn't falter. "my mom has one tape of us, don't ask me how she got her hand on it. but it's a perfect blackmail material, which is why i left. she still has it right now. i hope she doesn't try to watch it or anything."
yoochun winces.
"yeah, go figure." junsu reaches over the countertop and places a hand on yoochun's. "props to you for not believing that bs letter i left though. even i couldn't believe it, and i was the one who wrote it." he laughs.
"so..." yoochun licks his lips unsure.
"let's put our tape issue aside for now. is this new tape legit?" junsu takes a piece of sausage and nudges yoochun's lips open, nodding encouragingly when the man stares at him hard, the answer apparent, and the man accepts and chews slowly. he spoons some scrambled eggs and yoochun swallows, eyes on each other all the time. "what do you plan to do, then?"
"i don't know. this is not new, but the public isn't going to be forgiving either." yoochun sighs. "fucking hypocrites. i hope they never have sex forever."
junsu giggles. "amen to that."
"one day i'm going to run for presidency, and i'm going to make a bill that doesn't allow anyone have sex." yoochun glowers, dark and unforgiving.
"you'll be the first to die, all shriveled up, park." junsu retorts, full of mirth. "all you have to do is pass a bill that doesn't allow anyone to tape their sex sessions, and even then, you'll still be the first to die, still shriveled up."
yoochun smirks. "a man can dream, right?"
"i'm serious though, what are you going to do now?" junsu asks softly. "do you think this will hit hard on your company?"
yoochun falls silent, contemplating. "maybe."
junsu realizes then that they've grown. there's a hard set to yoochun's jaw, a glint of silver across his eyes accompanied by deepset bags of fatigue and worry, lines of years across the wide forehead that he used to make fun of endlessly, the way the forehead scrunches as a sign that he is thinking hard, and he understands that years really do have passed by.
junsu fishes out something from his pocket, a little wet but still legible. he puts it on the table- "is this still what you want?"
yoochun stares the blots of black ink, but the outlines of the backside of a girl doing the dishes is unmistakable. a shadow falls past the face, and the shoulder droops in resignation.
"junsuyah." the stare is dark and penetrating. "you know what i want."
junsu gulps and places the piece of tissue into yoochun's palms. "then i have a proposal for you-"
yoochun's defeated eyes scares him a little but at least he needs to cushion the blow this time around because he is junsu, and he cleans up the messes that yoochun leaves behind, because yes, he knows what yoochun wants.
"i have plans for a new album, probably due out next year. be the mastermind behind the production. compose, write lyrics, produce the songs, everything."
"wha-"
"bounce back, park. let's recreate your brandname." junsu winks. "prove to them you are a kickass when it comes to creating and producing music, and that a measly sextape will not bring you down."
yoochun doesn't answer; he doesn't even blink.
"of course, if you screw this up, i will personally thrash your career, and you'll never work behind the scenes ever again." junsu threatens, but his eyes are soft and teasing.
yoochun gulps- "you? me? together?"
"let's work together, park. get your head out of the gutters." junsu wags a finger playfully.
the cloud clears across the handsome face, and things are already better by a fraction.
"you forget something, though." yoochun taps a finger on his chin. "your debut song was my song. shot you straight to stardom. i don't screw up when it comes to work. i'm good at what i do." his chest puffs out, arrogance peeking through.
"whatever." junsu rolls his eyes.
"i accept then." yoochun smiles, gratitude shining in his eyes.
junsu hopes that yoochun gets the underlying meaning of this proposal of his. it is a chance for a new start, both for yoochun's career, and to patch their relationship up. he still doesn't know if it's a good idea to still nurture his lingering affections for yoochun, but maybe being together will help him figure what where to go with his life, emotionally-wise. if things work, great, but if they don't, they can both wipe the slate clean and go on with their lives respectively. he needs to decide and find out if the what-ifs and regrets that has plagued him for years will be solved and refuted by this reunion.
he doesn't notice that yoochun has suddenly disappeared from the kitchen, as he gets absorbed by his thoughts, but when arms envelope around his torso, this time clothed, he merely smiles and leans back a little like he has always done.
"i love you, junsuyah."
junsu smiles and turns slightly to meet the man in a soft kiss. "love you too." he whispers.
it feels natural to be honest about his feelings. that is a good sign. something heavy lifts from his chest, and he can breathe easier.
"bedroom?" yoochun whispers.
"professional relationship, park." junsu smirks.
"booty calls then, at least." yoochun leers lecherously. "for the sake of old times."
"booty calls-" junsu ponders the word carefully, but he latches onto the frame anyway, legs wrapping around torso. "sounds perfect."
Because of you, I am anew, can you hear me? (can you hear me)
Only when it's you, my heart can be filled (my heart)
Come to me like a lie, hold my hand
(Come to me like a lie, hold my hand tightly)
Come to me, hug me, (come to me, hug me)
You're in my heart (baby you're in, you're in my heart)
the end
a/n: um so yeah i think that's it xD i'm sorry it fell short off the angst stick, i seriously wasn't expecting it to be like that :( i don't really like the ending tbh, too cheesy even for me to stomach it lol. tell me what you guys think, crits and correction is awesome! <3 i think this fic is disjointed, and are all over the place, even after i plotted it out. gah. i hate myself. but whatever. i'm tired of this one already. must focus on the mountains of other pending works too. i hope you guys won't hate me too much for being lazy for this one xD i seriously faltered on the last part only. IT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FLUFFY /slaps self. and yes. the title doesn't make sense. i'm sorry TT_____TT