Oneshot| Limits
Yunho’s a little surprised when he sneaks into the SME building in the middle of the night to get his bag and sees lights on in one of the studios, background music spilling into the hallway.
Play.
Stop.
Rewind.
Remix.
Repeat.
He listens to the process four, five, six times before it piques on his senses that he’s heard it before.
Not that he’s surprised. Not in the least.
He peeks in to find Junsu fussing with his latest composition, coughing intermittently (Yunho had told him he would catch a cold if he kept clinging like that, but no, Junsu insisted) and providing perfect cover for Yunho to sneak up on him. Junsu jumps about a foot out of his seat at Yunho’s touch, spinning around (swift were it not for the momentum that carried his chair about half a foot past the older man instead), semi-alert.
It’s not hard to see that Junsu’s miffed by the action when he turns back to his work, but Yunho wraps arms around the baritenor’s smaller frame from behind, resting his chin on the loosely styled hair. Junsu continues to fiddle with dials and knobs and volumes, pointedly ignoring Yunho in favor of utilizing the extra features on the mixer that they just don’t have at home.
Leader-shii, however, is not as keen on being ignored.
“Su~ what are you doing here? It’s late.”
Junsu snorts and points and Yunho shakes his head.
“I can’t accept that. Come home.”
“But, hyung-“
“Kisses will get you nowhere.”
Junsu pouts, but his self-imposed sleep deprivation is his undoing and (perhaps for the first time ever, he noted- it was, after all, epic) Junsu’s pout doesn’t stop Yunho.
“Su. If you don’t get that fabulous ass home, I will sic Jae on you. And he will make you go to sleep… and I will make sure that doesn’t mean ‘with you.’”
The thought has Junsu weighing his pros and cons and Yunho turns his own aegyo pout on the younger man, lower lip jutting out on the verge of tantrum. Lucky for Yunho, Junsu is tired enough to be swayed by it.
They leave the building hand in hand (Yunho’s bag forgotten; it’s simply not ever nearly as interesting as Junsu to him) and Yunho can’t stop himself from chastising the other as another cough escapes.
“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”
Another cough, but Junsu grins under it.
“Obviously not, but that's what I have you for, isn’t it?”
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