No one messes with Kim Junsu [one-shot]
“YAAAHHHHHH!!!!! WHO THE HELL DID SUCH A THING?”
The loud squeal made everyone in the dorm look up, eyes wide with fear and surprise.
“Mmm?” Yoochun mumbled as he walked out of his room, rubbing his eyes and yawning lazily.
Once his vision was cleared of the crusty mucus stuck to the corners of his eyes, Yoochun squinted and saw the other members all sitting down on the couch in the living room, an angry looking Junsu standing in front of them.
Scratching the shaggy clump of licorice black waves on his head, he looked at Junsu and back at the other members and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
Junsu shifted his absolutely fine ass to one side, hands placed on the lean waist that had fulfilled Yoochun’s countless fantasies, and said between clenched teeth, “Someone messed with the video recorder yesterday… so when I played the tape today, THE SECOND HALF OF THE SOCCER GAME, WHICH WAS SUPPOSED TO BE TAPED, WAS CUT OFF.”
The sound of Yunho gulping loudly was like a gigantic tidal wave against the silence that followed Junsu’s outburst.
There is a saying that people who are usually nice and never get mad, no matter how much you tease, annoy, or anger them, are seriously scary, because they have the potential of having a huge outburst when the pressure is too much to take or when something totally unforgivable happens.
Everyone knew better than to anger the angelic Junsu, always only teasing him playfully during interviews or at home, never daring to go any further.
But apparently someone had.
And that someone was going to be in deep shit.
Especially when it was something as important as a soccer game, and not just any soccer game, but the finals.
“Um… I was talking to Lee Soo-man yesterday… and I came home around 11pm… took a quick shower and hopped into bed.” Yunho said quietly, in which Jaejoong immediately nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, I got back from my recordings around 11:30pm and bumped into Yunho coming out of the shower…” Jaejoong said, a sly smile spreading across his face, which made Yunho blush for some odd reason.
Rolling his eyes at the secret “stare” the two shared, Changmin said, “It definitely wasn’t me either… I was in my room, studying…”
This made them all roll their eyes, as they knew the only thing Changmin studied was R-rated material.
“What?” Changmin yelled out, looking totally offended. “I was!!”
“Yeah, and I’m Jennifer Lopez.” Yoochun retorted, making everyone laugh.
“You wish, Mr. Flat-Ass.” Changmin mumbled under his breath as he smirked.
Although the tension eased slightly with Yoochun and Changmin’s sarcastic remark, one person still remained serious, rubbing his chin with thought
“If it wasn’t the three of you… then who did it?” Junsu mumbled quietly to himself.
All eyes turned to Yoochun, who looked up guiltily and squeaked, “I’m sorry?”
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“Junsu-ah, let me explain…” Yoochun pleaded, practically begging on his knees as he tried to catch up to Junsu, who was walking at an incredibly fast pace down the street. “Please?”
“Fine.” Junsu spat out, turning around so quickly that Yoochun almost ran right smack into the man.
Crossing his arms over his chest, (which were slightly bulging with muscles due to the intensive training he had done lately), Junsu tapped his foot impatiently and said, “This better be good.”
Taking a deep breath to steady his rapid pulse, Yoochun said, “I didn’t do it on purpose… you see, my friend said that she wanted me to return the DVD she lent me six weeks ago, but I haven’t watched it yet due to everything that has been happening lately… but I really wanted to watch it… so I just popped it into the player… but it didn’t work, so I pressed a few buttons on the remote control and suddenly it started playing… how was I supposed to know that you were taping…”
“YA. PARK YOOCHUN. HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW THAT I WAS TAPING THE SOCCER GAME? I MEAN, PRACTICALLY THE WHOLE FREAKIN’ WORLD KNOWS YESTERDAY WAS THE FINALS!!!”
“Su…” Yoochun said quietly, tugging onto Junsu’s sleeve and giving him the “round-eyed-please-forgive-me-look”, commonly done by the Puss in Boots within the cartoon, Shrek. “You could always watch it online…”
Brushing Yoochun’s hand away, Junsu looked like he wanted to scream.
But he took a deep breath instead and closed his eyes, telling himself to calm down.
“Chun, it’s not the same. Watching it online and on television… the feeling is different. But since you don’t watch sports, only those super cheesy dramas, you won’t understand.”
“Fine. I don’t understand. But I really don’t see what the big deal is… I mean, whether it is on television or on the Internet, you’re still not watching it live… and Autumn In My Heart is not a cheesy drama. It’s a masterpiece.” Yoochun said, pouting and wrapping his arms around Junsu’s waist, clinging on no matter how hard Junsu tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
“Aish, Changmin’s right. You’re such a sappy, helpless mess. I honestly don’t know what I see in someone like you… I mean, you’re greasy, have bad hair and a foul mouth…” Junsu grumbled, but Yoochun could tell the man’s anger was slowly subsiding.
“That’s because you love me for being me.” Yoochun said cheekily, making Junsu laugh and hit him on the arm for saying something as thick-skinned as that.
Smiling (with those irresistible dimples of his), Yoochun gave Junsu a quick peck on the cheek and nuzzled the blushing man in the neck.
“So… you’re not mad at me anymore, Su?”
Glaring at his boyfriend, Junsu said, “Who said? I’m still mad at you… but I still haven’t thought up of a way to get back at you yet… So you better watch out… because when I do think up of something… you’ll wish you never messed with me…”
Upon hearing this, Yoochun laughed, his eyes twinkling with humor.
“Sure… I’ll wait patiently for your little ‘revenge’…”
It’s probably something as childish as stealing my toothbrush or something… or drawing funny things on my face when I’m still asleep… Yoochun thought to himself, chuckling slightly at the cute ideas. I mean, what else can the angelic, gullible duckbutt do?
Little did Yoochun know what Junsu had in store for him.
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“Ah, Yoochun-ah, how nice of you to visit us.” Junsu’s beautiful mother greeted them at the door, smiling and giving her son and Yoochun a big hug. “Come in.”
Yoochun smiled and entered, followed closely by Junsu, who immediately ran into his twin brother’s room, as usual.
“Honey, Yoochun is here.”
“Yoochun… ah, it’s nice to see you again.” Junsu’s father gave Yoochun a warm smile and pushed the glasses that were slightly sliding down the bridge of his nose as he put the newspaper down. “What brings you here on this fine day?”
Yoochun shoved both his hands into his pocket, suddenly feeling like a teenager who was meeting his girlfriend’s parents for the first time again, even though this wasn’t the first time he had come over to Junsu’s house for dinner.
“Well, I thought I would come over and greet the both of you since Junsu and I have been so busy lately, with all the promotions and everything… And it’s been such a long time since I’ve had Mrs. Kim’s delicious home cooking…”
“Oh Yoochun, you really do have such a sweet mouth…” Mrs. Kim said, slightly blushing as she chopped the vegetables in the kitchen.
“Well, it’s the truth, Mrs. Kim.”
“Hmm… maybe it wasn’t such a good idea for you to come over… because every time you do, my wife always complains afterwards about how I’m not as romantic as you are…” Mr. Kim joked, his eyes twinkling with humor.
Yoochun laughed, his hyena like voice making both Junho and Junsu, who were coming out of their rooms, flinch slightly.
“Well, well, well… if it isn’t our Mr. Casanova…” Junho said as he sat himself down next to his father, Junsu following suit and seating himself down next to Yoochun.
“Hey Junho, how have you been, my man?” Yoochun said with a smile, his nerves slightly easing a bit at the sight of Junsu’s inseparable twin, who was known for his warm smiles and caring personality, and feeling better with Junsu next to him.
“Oh, just great…” Junho said while nonchalantly flexing his biceps and successfully catching Yoochun’s attention.
“Wow, you’ve really been working out, eh?”
Smiling, Junho said simply, “Just a little bit… not much.”
Leaning forward, a dorky smile lit up Yoochun’s face and he wiggled his eyebrows as he said “Trying to get the chicks, eh?”
Waving a nonchalant hand in the air, Junho furrowed his nose and said, “Nah… but our Su on the other hand…”
“Su?”
“Yeah, you should see all the girls who come up and ask him for his number… it’s incredible.”
“Really?” Yoochun asked in an amused voice, turning to look at Junsu.
“Speaking of which, didn’t Umma say she would set you up with that nice girl she met at some tea party the other day?” Junho said, tapping his chin with one finger.
“Ah, you mean Taeyeon?” Junsu’s mother said, appearing suddenly with a platter full of steaming dishes and bowls of rice. “Yes, that girl is quite wonderful… I saw her a couple of times and aigoo… she would suit our Su nicely, don’t you think, honey?”
“Well, it’s up to Su… but I wouldn’t mind having such a lovely daughter.” Junsu’s father said before putting a spoonful of beef soup into his mouth.
Gulping with eyes wide open, Yoochun turned to look at Junsu, who was hungrily shoving rice and food into his mouth, as if he hadn’t heard (or generally didn’t care) about what his family had been saying.
“Su…” Yoochun said quietly, nudging Junsu in the side lightly.
“Hmm?” Junsu hummed between mouthfuls of kimchi and japchae.
“Is it… true?” Yoochun squeaked, feeling his chest tighten and his heart drop to the bottom of his stomach in dread.
“What?”
“You know… are you going to… that girl…” Yoochun mumbled, not caring how jealous he sounded and hating himself for being such a chicken.
“Relax Chunnie-ah… just eat, otherwise Umma will think you don’t like her food…” Junsu said casually, putting a comforting hand on Yoochun’s leg.
“But… you-“
“Why aren’t you eating, Yoochun-ah? Is the food not to your liking?” Junsu’s mother asked, making Yoochun look up from his questioning.
Waving his hands, Yoochun said, “Oh, no, of course not! I’m… I’ll eat now…”
Forcing himself to pick up his chopsticks, Yoochun lifted the bowl of rice in front of him and shoveled the little white particles into his mouth without really tasting it, his mind still thinking about what Junsu’s family had said and a troubled expression spread across his face.
Although he and Junsu had been in a relationship for quite a while now, they had never told Junsu’s parents, because they were uncertain about how the two would take such a revelation.
Only Junho knew about their relationship (haven walked in on them while they were doing some hospital cosplay smex scene-Junsu in his white doctor’s coat while Yoochun was dressed in a nurse outfit.) and they felt that this was for the best.
But right now, at such a critical moment, Yoochun regretted keeping it a secret.
Especially since he knew for a fact that Junsu had gotten a lot more charismatic recently.
Even though he always joked that the man was ugly, it was all a form of denial, in hopes that it wasn’t true, because he knew that it would only increase the number of competitors who hoped to snatch his bootylicious boyfriend away from him.
Yoochun was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Junsu’s hand slyly move from his knee to his inner thigh until certain fingers brushed against his most prized area.
Eyes widening in surprise, Yoochun choked on his rice, causing everyone (except Junsu, who continued eating) to look up at him.
“What’s wrong dear?” Junsu’s mother asked in concern.
“N-nothing…” Yoochun stuttered, his face turning red as he turned to look at Junsu in bewilderment.
“Was my mother’s food that bad that you had to force yourself to swallow it or something?” Junho asked.
Even though his voice sounded serious and concerned, Junsu could see the sparkle of humor in his brother’s eyes and giggled softly into his bowl of rice.
“No! No… of course not. It’s quite the opposite… it was just so gooooooooo…” Yoochun suddenly said, his head falling slightly backwards and eyes rolling a bit as Junsu’s fingers sneakily unzipped his pants and made their way into his briefs.
“Goo? It tastes like goo?” Junho asked, trying his best to sound genuinely curious and restraining himself from bursting out into laughter at Yoochun’s face, which was straining with effort to look normal.
Biting down on his lower lip and clenching his eyes shut, Yoochun tried to take a deep breath, telling himself to calm down.
“I… I meant… good. Good.” Yoochun managed to gasp out.
“Aww… thanks Chun dear… here, eat some more. You’re so unbelievably skinny, I always worry about your health…” Junsu’s mother cooed from the side, putting some chicken into Yoochun’s bowl.
Giving Junsu’s mother a weak smile, Yoochun shakily picked up his chopsticks again, exhaling through his nose as Junsu continued to stroke him under the table.
Okay… you can do this… you can’t let Junsu’s parents find out… otherwise it will be quite a mess to explain… Yoochun thought to himself, putting all his concentration on the piece of steaming chicken in front of him.
Successfully putting it into his mouth, Yoochun gave Mrs. Kim a small smile.
“Is it good?”
“Y-yes… it is. Thank yyyYOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!” Yoochun yelled out loudly, suddenly standing up and causing his chair to fall backwards.
All eyes looked up at him in surprise, wondering what was wrong.
Panting slightly with his cheeks slightly flushed, Yoochun bowed with his hands covering a certain lower region of his body.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Kim. I suddenly remembered that I forgot to… uh, make an important call to my parents… I apologize for my rudeness. Please excuse me.”
“Oh, well, you could’ve told us earlier, dear. No worries, family is more important. Go ahead and do so if you must. And send your parents my regards as well.”
“I shall. Thank you for having me here today, Mr. and Mrs. Kim. It was a real pleasure. I promise to come by again soon.”
With that said, Yoochun turned around and exited the house, face burning with embarrassment as he struggled to put his shoes on quickly so that he could go to a nearby washroom and relieve himself of the uncomfortable bunch in his pants.
When he finally got his shoes on and the door to Junsu’s house closed shut behind him, Yoochun swore that he heard a burst of laughter come from inside.
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“Oh my god, ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Shit Su!! That’s like, the best prank ever!” Changmin’s loud and impressed voice rang out, followed by amused laughter.
“I know, eh?” Junsu said with a wide smile on his face, eyes glued to the television screen and fingers skillfully clicking away as his hot red Porsche made a smooth right corner turn.
“Ya, that was SO not funny…” Yoochun grumbled from behind them as he came out of his room with Junsu’s dolphin plushie in his arms, a pout pasted on his face. “Do you know how embarrassing that was?“
“Which makes it that much more epic! Man, if only I knew, I would’ve gone over there to catch the show!” Changmin exclaimed, snapping his fingers together and shaking his head in regret.
“YA! Don’t laugh… if you were in my shoes, you would’ve hated it too…”
“Oh? But did you really hate it, Chunnie-ah?” Junsu asked in a teasing voice, putting his game on pause to turn around and look at Yoochun, whose face had turned a vibrant shade of pink.
“Pssh… knowing his perverted mind, it was probably a thrilling new experience for him. Hmm… maybe I should try that out sometime on Minho…” Changmin said thoughtfully, tapping his chin and making Junsu laugh.
“You guys are so mean… do you even care how I felt? And to top that off, Su’s parents were all like, ‘oh, you should totally marry that sweet Taeyeon girl’, and Junho was all like ‘Su has gotten so hot lately that girls can’t resist him’…” Yoochun complained.
“Well, it’s true.” Junsu said simply, the corners of his lips tugging upwards at Yoochun’s upset face. “Aww… Chunnie-ah, don’t be upset. You know that I love only you, right?”
Although the pout on Yoochun’s lips still remained, Junsu noticed the hint of happiness that sparked in the man’s eyes at his little statement and giggled at Yoochun’s gullible soft side, a side of him that he loved dearly.
Twisting Junsu’s dolphin plushie in his hands, Yoochun mumbled quietly with his eyes casted downwards sheepishly, “So… you won’t go and see that Taeyeon girl?”
Smiling, Junsu said, “Nah… why do I need to do that when I already have you?”
Yoochun’s lips tugged slightly at the corners upon hearing this, but he bit down on his lip and added, “And you won’t go to the Gym anymore?”
“Ahhh… that… well…”
Junsu furrowed his eyebrows, as if this was a terribly hard sacrifice he would have to make.
“What? Why not? Do you really need to develop your muscles so much? Aren’t they big enough already?” Yoochun pressed.
Giggling, Junsu turned back towards Yoochun and tweaked the man’s nose.
“Fine fine… I’ll stop going to the Gym… but you have to promise me one thing…”
“What? I’ll do anything!” Yoochun said eagerly, leaning forward with his eyes wide.
“You better not go within ten meters of the television screen when I am taping my game… or else I swear I’ll go work out at every single Gym in Korea and attend tea parties with my mother every weekend to meet girls…” Junsu said in a warning tone, making Yoochun nod his head up and down.
“Of course, of course! I’ll do it!”
Smiling angelically, Junsu gave Yoochun a quick peck on the lips and said, “That's my Chunnie.”
In his room, Changmin shuddered and made a note to himself to never piss Junsu off.
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A/N: I've always wondered how Junsu would act when he got angry.. haha.. that's why I came up with this one shot.. and I was craving some JunChun (after seeing this pic). Anyways, hope some of you enjoyed this oneshot! :D
