Oneshot| Tactile Sense
Yoochun is a touchy-feely guy.
He’s always been that way. In fact, he remembers being in preschool and remembers being told off by the noonas for that.
Park Yoochun! Keep your hands to yourself!
Yoochun, please go back to your own cot.
Hey! What did we tell you?!
Yoochun chuckled at the memories. Good times, good times…
But anyways- point reclaimed- he’s always had an utterly tactile way of showing affection for everyone, including for Junsu.
… especially for Junsu.
Can’t keep his hands, well, or lips, off that bo- man. No sir. Can’t at all, and his bandmates understand that, more or less.
Er…
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Yunho sighed, taking out his handphone- which he stared at for a moment, had to make sure it wasn’t accidentally Jaejoong’s that he pocketed (again)- and dialing Yoochun’s house number because goodness knows that Yoochun would not be up at seven in the morning on a day where their schedules were clear.
He snickered; Yoochun’s mother answered. Yunho took a mental trip back to high school.
“Yoboeseyo?”
“Auntie, can I speak to Yoochun-ah, please? It’s about work.”
“Yunho-yah? Oh, how wonderful to hear from you again. of course. I’ll wake him right up, he stayed up very late last night so he’s probably still asleep…”
“Composing, auntie?”
“Oh no, he was out with that nice boy um… Seunghyun!”
Yunho frowned, “Oh. So that’s where Jaejoong went.”
“Oh! He’s here too! Would you like to speak to him as well?”
Yunho’s eyebrows met as his frown deepened, “Ye- No. But can you please tell him that Vik peed on his bed?”
“Oh my, is that true?”
Yunho grinned, “Not yet.”
Yoochun’s mother chuckled and there was the unmistakable sound of an attempt to wake Yoochun up, complete with startled loss of bearings. Yunho counted about three minutes before Yoochun’s voice filtered through the line, slurred with sleep.
“Yu-nho… hyung?” the click of a door closing sounded and Yoochun instantly sounded more awake, “What the fuck are you doing calling me this early?!”
Yunho pouted, “Language, Yoochun. Besides, you know I love you, right~?”
Yoochun made mock-gagging noises into the mouthpiece. At least, Yunho hoped they were fake.
“Oh fine, whatever. Don’t accept my manly leader-shii love. Anyways, log on. I need to show you something.”
Yoochun made a show of grumbling as he pulled out his laptop and did as directed, staring blankly at the links that Yunho sent him. He clicked on them in mild interest, brightening when they saw what they were [1].
“Oh wow! Hyung where did you find these? My baby looks so sexy here~”
Yunho rolled his eyes at Yoochun’s sap. Figured Yoochun would miss the point completely and ogle Junsu.
“Yoochun, wait, do you see what you’re doing in the picture-“
“It’s a shame you can’t see Su’s ass- no, wait- good. That ass is for my eyes only.”
Yunho’s head met the desk and said ‘hello’ with a dull thud.
“Park Yoochun are you listening to me?”
“No.”
“I said- wait. What? No, you are! You couldn’t have responded ‘no’ if you weren’t listening!”
“I said no.”
‘But-“
‘No.”
“I-“
“No.”
“Fine. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay, bye. Tell Junsu I’ll call him later. Try not to stress yourself out too much hyung. Take care and I’ll send Joongie over when stops making out with Seu- I mean. When he wakes up.”
“Okay.. thanks bye.”
Five minutes pass before what happened sank into his head. Yunho groaned and shook his head.
Yoochun was the one to tell Junsu to say they didn’t consider him the leader all those years ago on X-Men.
He really should have taken it as a sign.
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Four hours later, Jaejoong came back looking thoroughly kissed and Yoochun followed after him with two long rolls of paper under his arm, kicking off his shoes before making a beeline to Junsu’s room.
Yunho didn’t question this. He really didn’t want to know.
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Yoochun crept into Junsu’s room to find the younger man napping, sprawled out over the covers with a pillow tucked close under one arm. Yoochun positively wibbled at the sight and made an effort to creep up to the sleeping man, placing a soft, soft kiss on his lips.
Perhaps, if Junsu wasn’t having a bad dream, he would have appreciated it. Instead, he sat bolt upright and his head collided with Yoochun’s, a squeak emitting from him at the contact. Yoochun rubbed his forehead and kissed the spot on Junsu’s, smiling sweetly. His lips seemed to wake Junsu up and the younger man smiled widely, using his superior speed to grab Yoochun and drag him into bed.
“Chunnie~! You’re here! ... why are you here?”
Junsu’s irritation at being woken up broke through his cheer and Yoochun grinned at him despite it, brandishing the rolled up papers in Junsu’s face.
“Lookie~ Lookie~”
He unrolled them to reveal high-quality, blown-up versions of the pictures Yunho had sent him earlier, grinning like a kid with candy before the cavities.
“You’re so sexy~”
Junsu chuckled, eyes roving over the candid shots appreciatively. He did love the fans’ obsession sometimes. It had gotten them some very, very good pictures in the past.
“We’re gorgeous together.”
“Damn straight.”
“Mm, you’re gorgeous.”
“So are you, babe~ I missed you, you know..”
“Oh, did you now? Well we can certainly fi-“
“STOP RIGHT THERE.”
Yunho boomed impressively, the door banging open to frame the leader with a glass in hand that he’d probably used to listen in on their conversation.
“You two,” He pointed at the posters that had fallen uselessly on the bed, “promised me that you would stay firmly in the closet-“
“Don’t see you practicing discretion with Changmin, leader-shii-“ [2]
“Shut up, Junsu. I can’t help it.”
“And..?”
Yunho opened his mouth and his shoulders sag, a frown appearing.
“Okay, fine. Be that way. I’m going to find Min… err, enjoy.”
And Yoochun and Junsu did. Very much so and for a very long time.
(And no, that wasn’t because they were trying to outdo Yunho and Changmin in the next room or Jaejoong and his VERY LOUD PHONE SEX in the other, other room.
Boo.)
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So in conclusion, all of them are very, very gay and the world can see it without a magnifying glass.
So much for discretion.
(Not that Yoochun keeping his hands off of Junsu is part of his version of discretion anyways. This is the second, er, first moral of the fic. Indeed.)
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I really don't know what the was or if it was even funny. Anyways:
[1] These were the images in mind here:
And:
[2] and this is kind of because of this. And because Yuxi has utterly subverted me. Boo.
Also. Mari. I blame you for this utter crap. I still love you though~<3
Haha, knowing me, his real birthday piece will be like, jaesu angst or something -.-U i'l try to finish fluff for you thea. klasdfjljlasdkfjas *dies*