SuJu Fic: Unnecessary Confessions Part Eight
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Junsu groans. “You are so dense.” He shakes his head, as if he can’t believe it, but he’s known Hyukjae for years and should know it. “Usually, friends don’t do that with each other.”
“Some of the other members share beds sometimes. Heechul-hyung and Hankyung-hyung do occasionally, and Heechul-hyung and Kibum have before. Shindong-hyung and Sungmin-hyung. Yesung-hyung and Ryeowook. Kyuhyun sleeps with Ryeowook, Sungmin-hyung or Leeteuk-hyung when he can’t sleep. And when there aren’t enough van seats sometimes we sit on each other.”
Junsu rolls his eyes. “There are always exceptions. Super Junior often seem to be those exceptions.” He pauses. “Does anyone undress each other in Super Junior?”
Hyukjae thinks. “No, but Heechul-hyung likes to dress people, like they’re his own Barbies.”
“There’s a reason for that,” Junsu says. “A reason for nobody undressing anybody else. That reason is sex.”
“What?” Hyukjae asks, frowning.
“You know what sex is, Hyukjae, I’ve seen your PMP.”
Hyukjae pouts. “I wiped that off it! I swear, it wasn’t-” He’s cut off by Junsu covering his mouth with his hand.
“I know, I know, I’m your best friend; you’ve told me this before,” Junsu says. “And yes, generally people don’t help each other undress unless they’re going to have sex.”
“But we weren’t going to have sex,” Hyukjae says, and it sounds odd. Them, having sex together? It’s a strange thought. It sounds different when Junsu says it to when Ayako does. “Were-? No, we weren’t,” he corrects himself.
“That’s neither here nor there,” Junsu says. “It still stands.”
“I don’t really understand,” Hyukjae murmurs.
“That’s because you’re stupid.” He shakes his head. “How many times have people called you my girlfriend?”
“A...few,” Hyukjae says. It’s happened a lot. Even he agrees with it sometimes.
“Ayako-san changed your name in my phone,” he adds, “to Kanojo ^.^.” He picks up his phone from behind the laptop and scrolls through the list until he finds it and shows Hyukjae. “How many times have people called you my girlfriend and I’ve not protested?”
Hyukjae opens and shuts his mouth, because he can’t remember Junsu ever saying Hyuk’s not my girlfriend or it’s not my girlfriend, it’s Hyuk. He only ever says it’s Eunhyuk. As if- “You never do. It’s-you encourage it,” he realises.
“C’mon Hyuk,” Junsu says, “you basically are my girlfriend. Heechul-hyung calls us childhood sweethearts. He thinks we’ve been dating forever.”
“You never correct him?” Hyukjae asks with a pout. “No wonder Ayako-san asked me how long we’ve been dating.”
“Five years,” Junsu says automatically.
“Only five? It feels like forev-wait, what?”
Junsu frowns kind of adorably. “You mean you-?”
“Since when have we been dating?”
“Since I asked you out and you said yes?” Junsu replies with a frown.
“This happened?”
“Your memory sucks, Lee Hyukjae!” Junsu shoots out, and he sounds almost like he’s crying. Hyukjae looks and he can see the tears in Junsu’s eyes. He feels bad. “I poured my heart out to you and you don’t remember?! What kind of best friend are you?”
Hyukjae tries to remember. He owes it to Junsu. It would have been 2004 five years ago, before they debuted, and he can’t really remember much about that year. What happened then? Oh there was that night they’d got hold of some alcohol, and they were drunk and-
Oh.
Junsu did pour his heart out to him, and he did say yes.
“Oh yeah,” Hyukjae mumbles. “I remember. You told me that I exasperated you but you found me amazing at the same time, and then you told me you really l-”
“Yeah,” Junsu says, cutting him off. “Besides, why else do you think we go on dates sometimes?”
Oh, so they were dates, Hyukjae thinks. He’s always wondered about that.
“But if we’re going out-” Hyukjae murmurs.
“Which we are.”
“-we never...” He blushes. “We hold hands,” he says, “but we don’t...”
Junsu leans down and presses his lips lightly to Hyukjae’s. He pulls back after a few moments. “Kiss?” he asks.
Hyukjae blinks, because that was his first real kiss, EHB doesn’t count, and it was so...normal, and not at all fireworks and rainbows, and he puts his hands behind Junsu’s head and pulls him back down to him so he can kiss back this time.
At some point his mouth opens and Junsu’s tongue is in his mouth and he should feel disgusted by this but he doesn’t. It feels right-more right than anything’s felt before.
“Bed,” Junsu grunts against Hyukjae’s lips.