SuJu Fic: Unnecessary Confessions Part Nine [Ending]
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Hyukjae should be thinking about how this is so strange but he isn’t. He isn’t thinking about the bed or what it implies, he’s just thinking about Junsu and his lips and he wants this so badly.
Junsu stands up and lifts Hyukjae up after him effortlessly. “You’re too light,” he says. “You dance too much!”
“You love when I dance, it turns you on,” replies Hyukjae, and Junsu laughs through his concession. “And you work out too much,” Hyukjae continues. “Your muscles are really distracting.”
“You think I’m hot,” Junsu says. “I work out for you.”
“Charmer,” Hyukjae responds, and kisses him again. “Man of my dreams.”
“Of course I am.” Junsu laughs. “It would be worrying if I weren’t. You love me.”
“I do,” Hyukjae concedes, and then Junsu pushes him back slightly so he can pull his and Hyukjae’s shirts off, and Hyukjae is reminded of this morning, only there is different intent this time. When Junsu’s tank top and Hyukjae’s t-shirt are on the floor, Junsu kisses him again, trying to pull their bodies as close to each other as they can get by tugging on Hyukjae’s belt-loops. After kissing for a few moments, he spins them around and pushes Hyukjae down onto the bed, unzips Hyukjae’s jeans and tugs them off before he removes his own.
Hyukjae doesn’t know what’s happening, despite the porn (he swears he didn’t download it on purpose, but nobody believes him), but he doesn’t much care. He doesn’t mind doing anything as long as he stays with Junsu. Whatever Junsu does, he’ll be fine with it. Junsu murmurs under his breath about what to do next? and seems to fumble a little, like he doesn’t really know, but if he truly doesn’t know what he’s doing he’s doing a mightily fine job of it for a novice, a virgin, so Hyukjae doesn’t see any problems with the situation.
It’s not bad anyway.
Later on, lying curled in Junsu’s arms as sleep threatens them, he thinks everything is perfect. He kisses Junsu’s nose sleepily.
“Night,” Junsu mumbles, even though it’s only four in the afternoon and Hyukjae should be getting home.
“Night,” Hyukjae replies. “Sarang-”
“Mm,” Junsu interrupts, “yes. We know, Silly.”
“I’m not silly. If I was, I’d get nothing out of this. As it is-”
“You’re just with me for the sex,” Junsu interrupts, laughing, and before Hyukjae can respond, he kisses him. “I know, I know. Saranghae.”
Hyukjae smiles happily, because this is what he’s wanted. Just as he drifts off, he hears Junsu’s voice.
“Say thanks to Kyuhyun for me. If he’d never told you we wouldn’t be here.”
Hyukjae nods and thinks that even though Kyuhyun appears to be almost as blind as himself, what with taking so long to realise in comparison with everyone else in the entire world, almost, if he hadn’t noticed and had the courage to tell Hyukjae, none of this would have happened, and he’s so happy it did.
“I couldn’t be happier,” he murmurs. “This is right.”
“Yeah,” Junsu agrees. “I guess you’re not so stupid after all. There is hope!”
Hyukjae is too sleepy to argue, so he buries his head in the crook of Junsu’s shoulder and goes to sleep, thinking he’ll worry about his schedules and worried Leeteuk-umma later, because right now he and Junsu are all that matter.
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Soon after, the list of rules on their fridge gets additions in the way of “13. Any and all mentions of Junsu and Yunho are banned at dinner time; we don’t care”, and “25. We don’t care, Eunhyuk, stop telling us” (Hyukjae has his suspicions that Kyuhyun wrote this one in regards to the fact that Hyukjae tells him and Sungmin everything about his and Junsu’s relationship, and Hyukjae has his theories that they’re getting annoyed by it-but he can’t help it).
Hyukjae never stops talking about Junsu.
But this is the way it’s always been, and the way it always will be, and nobody really minds even if they pretend they do, because finally Hyukjae and Junsu are together, and that really takes a weight off their shoulders (because it was annoying watching them dance around one another, really it was).
All except Heechul, but Heechul has blackmail pictures of a sleepy Hyukjae in that purple dress which is still lying around Junsu’s bedroom, so Hyukjae never mentions Junsu around him.
It’s better this way.
And even with everything, Hyukjae wouldn’t change any of this.
In its own way, it’s paradise, and that’s the way he likes it.
Just perfect.
THE END.