Coffee Breaks
Title: Coffee Breaks
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): YooSu (hints of something~)
Status: Complete; One-shot
Basic Synopsis: Junsu was just a regular guy in an office... then Yoochun came along.
Dedicated: To two very lovely people~ First, my YooSu Chaos Queen (raid the world with flailage and love~), swallowtt, and the Yoo to my Su, saihchan.
Hope you enjoy~~~
Coffee Breaks
… * …
Kim Junsu was just a regular guy who just so happened to be very hard-working and blended in with his office equipment.
Coworkers did not bother him, he did not have wild affairs with his (nonexistent) secretary, and he did not like people that interrupted his much needed breaks with frivolous matters that he could care less about… Although, it was not like he actually had any coworkers that spoke with him outside meetings (he was usually very quiet then), he did not attract very many people (men or women--he found it odd, Jaejoong said he was cute), and no one tended to know who he was so they never asked for his opinion on things.
He liked how things were… Until Park Yoochun decided to transfer to the company that Junsu worked for. He took the empty office to his right, and immediately Junsu could not stand him. He had wild flings with various people next door, bothered him, and spilled coffee all over his important documents…
…and he also decided that he had nothing better to do than spend his breaks lounging in Junsu’s office and flirting with him.
Kim Junsu preferred blending in with his office equipment, really, he did.
…
The first day that Yoochun was there, Junsu was amiable. He had went next door, intent on welcoming him to the company… only to open the door to find Yoochun already making out with Yoona from the department downstairs. He had stood there for a good thirty minutes or so, before he willed himself to shut the door on the life-scarring sight.
He also came to the conclusion that Yoochun was a damn good kisser.
…
Their next meeting was… eventful.
Yoochun had barged in while Junsu was enjoying his coffee break. He preferred taking his cup and leaving to the sanctity of his office, not wanting to hear the latest gossip on who was cheating on who and with what. It did not matter to him if Heechul was having a fling with Siwon, nor was it any of his business.
So it was quite a surprise when the loud, obnoxious and extremely social (he did enjoy using his tongue) Park Yoochun strolled through his door and plopped himself down in front of Junsu’s desk, propping his feet up and with a wide smirk painted onto his face. A little bit of the brown liquid in his Styrofoam cup sloshed out, ruining crisp white sheets of paper on the workaholic’s desk.
Junsu felt his eye twitch. Why was God doing this to him? He was a nice guy, did not cause any problems, did not have sex before marriage, and he respected the elderly. Really, why was God against him now?
“Kim Junsu, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Yoochun drawled, his eyes twinkling with mischief and mirth.
Junsu ignored him.
Yoochun did not let that faze him. If anything, that encouraged the male, his smirk widening as he leaned shifted his position in the chair. He crossed his legs, his expression humorous as he found Junsu watching, his eyes trained on a particular area of Yoochun’s body.
“Like what you see?”
Junsu glared at him.
“Shy? Don’t like to talk? No worries, I’ll be having you screaming at the top of your lungs before long. Bye, Su!”
When the door clicked shut, Junsu let out a breath, his mind replaying those last few words. Beating his head on his desk, he mumbled something along the lines of “jerks” and a few other things that were far from nice.
Stupid Yoochun.
But, Junsu admitted in his head, he did look like he was the type to keep his word. He was also rather attractive, and his promise (proposition, threat, whatever) did seem tempting. Junsu would be screaming indeed.
He heard a tap on his wall, and Yoochun shouted, “Thanks, Su~ I am glad you find my offer appealing.”
Junsu died of humiliation. He needed to learn to think inside his head…
…
A week later had Yoochun in his office again, slumped in a leather chair and looking at the pictures that decorated his usually clean desk. Usually clean because for exactly one week, Yoochun had messed everything up, “fixing” things to his liking.
“Is she your girlfriend?” He asked rudely, thrusting the picture of a young woman in his face.
Junsu blushed bright red and stammered, “Hee Bon is j-just a f-friend!”
Yoochun quirked a brow, placed the picture back in its original spot and smirked.
“She’s just my type. Mind if I date her?”
For some reason, that question bothered Junsu a lot more than it should…
… but not because anyone was asking permission to date Hee Bon, but for the fact that Yoochun was asking…
…
Another week had him hearing the weird thumping against his office wall, the room on his right loud, so loud. He tried to block out the sounds the two lovers in the room next door were making.
With every grunt (why the hell was Yoochun so loud during sex?), Junsu began wondering what it would feel like to be in Hee Bon’s place… which was odd, because he liked Hee Bon, had for years, but now… wanted to switch roles with her and be the one pounded into a very thin wall.
What hurt the most though… was that not once, since the last weekend when he had (unwillingly) hooked up his childhood friend and coworker, had Yoochun dropped by during his daily coffee visits.
When the two broke up another week later, Junsu locked his door despite Yoochun’s persistent knocks, playing music and crying into his arms.
He had fallen in love with the idiotic coffee king.
…
Another week passed. He had been working with Yoochun for around a month. Junsu had gotten used to the abrupt visits (falling between 10:30 to 11:45 and lasting for more than an hour) and the fact that he was never really alone anymore.
He had marked the date on his calendar, big red shiny pen, one month. He smiled every time he looked at it.
But when Yoochun barged into his office, obviously furious about something, and knocked a few things off Junsu’s desk in rage, Junsu completely forgot about the one month anniversary (What was he, a girl? Why did it matter?)
“Want to talk about it?” he asked cautiously, his attention only on the dark-haired man that glared at a tiny spot on his wall.
When his coworker refused to answer, Junsu sighed in defeat, not wanting to press the matter. He carried on with his work, typing up more information on one of their recent business endeavors, something he had been putting off to enjoy this day with Yoochun. He could not concentrate, however, because he felt like he was being watched.
And sure enough, when he looked back, Yoochun’s gaze had softened and it was on him, Junsu, the geeky and shy coworker.
Yoochun leaned over the desk, placing a new and glossy coffee mug onto its surface, and whispered in Junsu’s ear, not before teasingly running his lips over a rosy cheek, “Happy one month anniversary.”
Then with a grin that could rival that of the Cheshire cat, Yoochun turned on his heel and left the little compartment briskly. Junsu grinned, looking at the little cup on his desk, a plump yellow duck painted on its porcelain surface, and placed a hand to his still warm cheek.
Maybe… working with Yoochun was not that bad.
…
“Have you ever considered the fact that he might be in love with you?”
Junsu stared at his best friend, Kim Jaejoong, incredulously, as he cried, “Him? In love with me? Jaejoong, were you listening?!”
Jaejoong winced, the decibel level of the Dolphin-like shrieks far too much for his ears to handle. A groggy Yunho swatted at him, mumbling a few unintelligible phrases under his breath, Jaejoong cooing at him softly. Junsu began to wonder why Yunho was so tired and Jaejoong was so understanding. What was going on between those two?
“C’mon, Junsu, he’s in your office all the time, buys you cute coffee mugs that only you would be interested in, knows everything about you, and bugs baby Min in the lounge every afternoon.”
“What does the last one have to do with him in love with me?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “No reason, but you should tell your boyfriend to stop corrupting my little boy.”
“He’s twenty-five, Boo. I am pretty sure Changmin knows what sex is--I mean have you seen his porn collection,” Yunho groaned against his arm, the sound slightly muffled by his wrinkled white shirt. “He almost has as much porn as he does food…”
Jaejoong frowned, ignoring his friend’s comments (Yunho still grumbling, but now they were not too sure what he was moaning about) and looked Junsu straight in the eye, his expression serious, as he asked, “Are you in love with Park Yoochun?”
Junsu lowered his head, letting his bangs fall over his eyes, “I think, maybe, probably--yes.”
Placing a reassuring hand on his younger friend’s shoulder, Jaejoong squeezed and said, “I think, maybe, probably that Yoochun is in love with you, too.”
…
On their second month anniversary, Yoochun came into his office, a wide grin on his face and plopped himself down in the seat specifically reserved for him.
“Someone’s in a good mood,” Junsu stated happily, the mood the other was feeling slightly contagious, and Junsu could only hope that he was the reason that Yoochun was so happy.
Yoochun nodded, saying, “Yes, I have a date tonight. Do you know Yoona?” Junsu nodded stiffly, clearly remembering the first time he had laid eyes on Yoochun and Yoona on Chun’s first day. “She finally agreed to go out on a date, I have been asking for some time now… I guess the last impression I left on her was a good one.”
Junsu bit his lip, looking away as he watched the perverted grin on Yoochun’s face appear. He did not even have to wonder what the last impression was, he already knew. Maybe… it might have been okay because he did not think that Yoona would be with him for long (he had dated Hee Bon for, what, a week?). What hurt him was that Yoochun (who Jaejoong--and a sleep-deprived Yunho--swore was in love with their best friend) forgot what today was.
Yoochun had already started talking about where he was going to take the pretty woman for their date. “Probably his bedroom,” Junsu mumbled under his breath, his statement completely unheard (or ignored) by his talkative… What was Yoochun to him? Coworker? Acquaintance? Friend?
“That sounds great, Chun. I hope you have a good time,” Junsu said, trying his best to control his voice. He looks back to his calendar, covered in coffee stains and red ink, papers littering over the timetable, but he could still make out the large circle around that day with the words “two months” printed neatly inside.
Yoochun smiled, thanked him, and quickly left the room, his coffee break extended longer than it should have been, longer than necessary. It did not matter, though. Junsu crossed an ‘x’ over the silly little number, calling himself a fool. Why did he automatically assume that this would be a ritual, tradition… he made it seem like they were together or something.
Laughing dryly at the thought, Junsu stood from his leather swivel chair and stretched. Hearing the satisfying pop in his back, he forced a smile on his face and gathered a few of the files he was supposed to deliver over thirty minutes before and made his way out of his cramped office.
When he got back there was another coffee mug sitting on the desk, a little string and piece of paper tied to the handle. He eyed the purple cup for a second before pulling off the attachment and read it aloud.
“Did you think that I forgot? Happy second anniversary, Su. Your friend, Chun.”
He would have preferred ‘love, Chunnie’ any day, but at least they were friends. And today… that was all that mattered to him.
…
Their third month together approached quickly, and after much more persuading from the very perverse JaeMin duo, Junsu was convinced that either Yoochun wanted to a.) screw him senseless against his desk, or b.) Yoochun was in love with him… the latter of the two reasons reinforced by the very awake Yunho.
Straightening his tie, Junsu sucked in a deep breath, his hand on the cool brass of the wooden door that separated him from the man he had steadily fallen in love with.
Biting his lip he retracted his hand, pondering the thought for another few brief seconds, and raised it to knock lightly. Hearing a muffled “come in,” Junsu smiled and threw open the door, his smile dropping with what he saw.
A lot of brown boxes. Scattered across the floor, all of Yoochun’s possessions strewn throughout the room. Furrowing his brow, Junsu looked around the small space, finally finding a brunette behind his desk, removing things from the drawers and placing them haphazardly and carelessly in a box that rested upon the polished surface of his almost clear desk.
“You’re leaving?” Junsu queried his eyes shifting to the tiny rings left by the coffee-lover’s mugs, not wanting to look his friend in the eyes.
“Hmm? Yeah, they want to move me to another section. I’ll be with Yunho and Changmin now. It should be fun,” Yoochun spoke calmly, briefly glancing at the heartbroken boy before him before he continued with his process.
“Oh. I see then.”
Yoochun looked up at him from his spot on the floor, cocking his head to the side, long and beautiful hair framing his face, as he reached behind for something.
“Happy anniversary, Su! Three months is a long time. Here I bou-”
Junsu cut him off, angry (at himself, at Yoochun, at being in love). “I don’t want your stupid gift, Yoochun. I finally have peace of mind again.”
He stormed out, slamming the door on his way, before he promptly made his way into his own (now lonely) office. There he slumped against the wooden doorway and sighed. Peace of mind? How would he ever be able to work again? Somehow lazy, perverted Yoochun--someone he was supposed to hate--made way and settled into Junsu’s heart.
Later on, after calming himself down and hanging out in the lounge with Jaejoong (“Don’t worry, Su! He’s going to miss you just as much as you miss him~ He’s hurting, too, I bet! How could anyone live without a cutie like you in there life?”), Junsu dragged himself to his office, no longer anyone around to interfere with his work.
Coming inside, he found another porcelain glass on his desk, one with a large purple bow and little letter tied to it. He looked at the fluffy and pink bunny that danced across the mug, untying the pretty ribbon and taking off the note.
Unfolding it, he recognized the tiny print and read to himself pleasantly:
“Hi, Su-su. I miss you already and it has only been… an hour. Come visit me in my new office soon… unless you don’t want to. The door is always open for you~ Happy third anniversary, Su!!!
Love Your (best) friend,
Yoochun.”
Even though the ‘love’ was marked out, smudged, and barely legible, Junsu felt lighter than he ever had. He still had a chance. Yoochun might be in love with him, too.
He could only hope.
…
The fourth month came… the day drawing closer, Junsu practically on the edge of his seat, visiting his colleagues at every given chance, enjoying his time spent in Yoochun’s office (not the other way around). On the day of their fourth anniversary, Junsu strolled into his office, excited about what little coffee cup might lay on his desk this time…
Only to open his door and find nothing there.
Maybe Yoochun was late.
…
Days passed and still no gift, it was nearing their fifth anniversary. Junsu reluctantly left, still waiting for Yoochun’s present (a sign that showed he was there, that he cared, that he might love the Dolphin-like man) but nothing ever came. He felt slightly betrayed by this, but then again, why should he? They were not together, Junsu never returned the favor, and for all he knew, Yoochun might have just been doing that to be polite/friendly/sociable. Something. Anything.
It did not mean that Yoochun was in love with him.
So, one day, while hurriedly putting together a report that needed to be picked up by Jaejoong later on, he knocked over of the mugs (the last one he received on their third anniversary) and it gave him a clear view of the bottom.
On the white and smooth surface was the word ‘you.’ Slightly confused, Junsu flipped over the other two, gasping in surprise when he read the secret message that his friend was trying to get across for almost five months now.
Not caring about the report anymore, Junsu jerked open his door, sped up the stairs, passed by a very confused Jaejoong (who was fixing his collar and combing down his hair--and was that a hickey?), and made his way to the little compartment that held the man he had been longing for.
“Iloveyou,too!” he shouted, out of breath and incredibly flustered, startling the brunette that was busy typing.
“Come again?”
Junsu, panting and slightly tired from all his running, approached the oak desk slowly, taking his time, before he was leaning forward onto the table.
“I love you, too,” he repeated quietly, watching brown eyes soften and show him nothing but love.
Yoochun pressed closer, lifting himself from his seat, as he placed his lips lightly over Junsu’s, whispering, “Took you long enough,” before he kissed his love.
Pulling back for air, Junsu breathed, “I think… I am ready to take you up on that offer. You said you could make me scream?”
“Oh, Su, I can do more than that, much more.”
And so he did. Against the desk. In the lounge. In Yunho’s office (where was he anyway?). Against the wall that connected to Changmin’s own compartment (“My poor virgin ears!”).
Yoochun was spreading the love… and Junsu’s legs, but Junsu did not mind one bit.
The rest of the department… well, that is another story.
... * ...
The End...?
So what did you think? Slightly odd? It was a fun idea at first--supposed to be more humorous, but then I scratched that idea and made it focus on fluff instead. I hope it doesn't feel too rushed, there were a lot of things I had to cut out--I did not want it getting too long for fear of it being boring. :)
Thank you! I hope to update my other stories this weekend sometime~ :D
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): YooSu (hints of something~)
Status: Complete; One-shot
Basic Synopsis: Junsu was just a regular guy in an office... then Yoochun came along.
Dedicated: To two very lovely people~ First, my YooSu Chaos Queen (raid the world with flailage and love~), swallowtt, and the Yoo to my Su, saihchan.
Hope you enjoy~~~
Coffee Breaks
… * …
Kim Junsu was just a regular guy who just so happened to be very hard-working and blended in with his office equipment.
Coworkers did not bother him, he did not have wild affairs with his (nonexistent) secretary, and he did not like people that interrupted his much needed breaks with frivolous matters that he could care less about… Although, it was not like he actually had any coworkers that spoke with him outside meetings (he was usually very quiet then), he did not attract very many people (men or women--he found it odd, Jaejoong said he was cute), and no one tended to know who he was so they never asked for his opinion on things.
He liked how things were… Until Park Yoochun decided to transfer to the company that Junsu worked for. He took the empty office to his right, and immediately Junsu could not stand him. He had wild flings with various people next door, bothered him, and spilled coffee all over his important documents…
…and he also decided that he had nothing better to do than spend his breaks lounging in Junsu’s office and flirting with him.
Kim Junsu preferred blending in with his office equipment, really, he did.
…
The first day that Yoochun was there, Junsu was amiable. He had went next door, intent on welcoming him to the company… only to open the door to find Yoochun already making out with Yoona from the department downstairs. He had stood there for a good thirty minutes or so, before he willed himself to shut the door on the life-scarring sight.
He also came to the conclusion that Yoochun was a damn good kisser.
…
Their next meeting was… eventful.
Yoochun had barged in while Junsu was enjoying his coffee break. He preferred taking his cup and leaving to the sanctity of his office, not wanting to hear the latest gossip on who was cheating on who and with what. It did not matter to him if Heechul was having a fling with Siwon, nor was it any of his business.
So it was quite a surprise when the loud, obnoxious and extremely social (he did enjoy using his tongue) Park Yoochun strolled through his door and plopped himself down in front of Junsu’s desk, propping his feet up and with a wide smirk painted onto his face. A little bit of the brown liquid in his Styrofoam cup sloshed out, ruining crisp white sheets of paper on the workaholic’s desk.
Junsu felt his eye twitch. Why was God doing this to him? He was a nice guy, did not cause any problems, did not have sex before marriage, and he respected the elderly. Really, why was God against him now?
“Kim Junsu, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Yoochun drawled, his eyes twinkling with mischief and mirth.
Junsu ignored him.
Yoochun did not let that faze him. If anything, that encouraged the male, his smirk widening as he leaned shifted his position in the chair. He crossed his legs, his expression humorous as he found Junsu watching, his eyes trained on a particular area of Yoochun’s body.
“Like what you see?”
Junsu glared at him.
“Shy? Don’t like to talk? No worries, I’ll be having you screaming at the top of your lungs before long. Bye, Su!”
When the door clicked shut, Junsu let out a breath, his mind replaying those last few words. Beating his head on his desk, he mumbled something along the lines of “jerks” and a few other things that were far from nice.
Stupid Yoochun.
But, Junsu admitted in his head, he did look like he was the type to keep his word. He was also rather attractive, and his promise (proposition, threat, whatever) did seem tempting. Junsu would be screaming indeed.
He heard a tap on his wall, and Yoochun shouted, “Thanks, Su~ I am glad you find my offer appealing.”
Junsu died of humiliation. He needed to learn to think inside his head…
…
A week later had Yoochun in his office again, slumped in a leather chair and looking at the pictures that decorated his usually clean desk. Usually clean because for exactly one week, Yoochun had messed everything up, “fixing” things to his liking.
“Is she your girlfriend?” He asked rudely, thrusting the picture of a young woman in his face.
Junsu blushed bright red and stammered, “Hee Bon is j-just a f-friend!”
Yoochun quirked a brow, placed the picture back in its original spot and smirked.
“She’s just my type. Mind if I date her?”
For some reason, that question bothered Junsu a lot more than it should…
… but not because anyone was asking permission to date Hee Bon, but for the fact that Yoochun was asking…
…
Another week had him hearing the weird thumping against his office wall, the room on his right loud, so loud. He tried to block out the sounds the two lovers in the room next door were making.
With every grunt (why the hell was Yoochun so loud during sex?), Junsu began wondering what it would feel like to be in Hee Bon’s place… which was odd, because he liked Hee Bon, had for years, but now… wanted to switch roles with her and be the one pounded into a very thin wall.
What hurt the most though… was that not once, since the last weekend when he had (unwillingly) hooked up his childhood friend and coworker, had Yoochun dropped by during his daily coffee visits.
When the two broke up another week later, Junsu locked his door despite Yoochun’s persistent knocks, playing music and crying into his arms.
He had fallen in love with the idiotic coffee king.
…
Another week passed. He had been working with Yoochun for around a month. Junsu had gotten used to the abrupt visits (falling between 10:30 to 11:45 and lasting for more than an hour) and the fact that he was never really alone anymore.
He had marked the date on his calendar, big red shiny pen, one month. He smiled every time he looked at it.
But when Yoochun barged into his office, obviously furious about something, and knocked a few things off Junsu’s desk in rage, Junsu completely forgot about the one month anniversary (What was he, a girl? Why did it matter?)
“Want to talk about it?” he asked cautiously, his attention only on the dark-haired man that glared at a tiny spot on his wall.
When his coworker refused to answer, Junsu sighed in defeat, not wanting to press the matter. He carried on with his work, typing up more information on one of their recent business endeavors, something he had been putting off to enjoy this day with Yoochun. He could not concentrate, however, because he felt like he was being watched.
And sure enough, when he looked back, Yoochun’s gaze had softened and it was on him, Junsu, the geeky and shy coworker.
Yoochun leaned over the desk, placing a new and glossy coffee mug onto its surface, and whispered in Junsu’s ear, not before teasingly running his lips over a rosy cheek, “Happy one month anniversary.”
Then with a grin that could rival that of the Cheshire cat, Yoochun turned on his heel and left the little compartment briskly. Junsu grinned, looking at the little cup on his desk, a plump yellow duck painted on its porcelain surface, and placed a hand to his still warm cheek.
Maybe… working with Yoochun was not that bad.
…
“Have you ever considered the fact that he might be in love with you?”
Junsu stared at his best friend, Kim Jaejoong, incredulously, as he cried, “Him? In love with me? Jaejoong, were you listening?!”
Jaejoong winced, the decibel level of the Dolphin-like shrieks far too much for his ears to handle. A groggy Yunho swatted at him, mumbling a few unintelligible phrases under his breath, Jaejoong cooing at him softly. Junsu began to wonder why Yunho was so tired and Jaejoong was so understanding. What was going on between those two?
“C’mon, Junsu, he’s in your office all the time, buys you cute coffee mugs that only you would be interested in, knows everything about you, and bugs baby Min in the lounge every afternoon.”
“What does the last one have to do with him in love with me?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “No reason, but you should tell your boyfriend to stop corrupting my little boy.”
“He’s twenty-five, Boo. I am pretty sure Changmin knows what sex is--I mean have you seen his porn collection,” Yunho groaned against his arm, the sound slightly muffled by his wrinkled white shirt. “He almost has as much porn as he does food…”
Jaejoong frowned, ignoring his friend’s comments (Yunho still grumbling, but now they were not too sure what he was moaning about) and looked Junsu straight in the eye, his expression serious, as he asked, “Are you in love with Park Yoochun?”
Junsu lowered his head, letting his bangs fall over his eyes, “I think, maybe, probably--yes.”
Placing a reassuring hand on his younger friend’s shoulder, Jaejoong squeezed and said, “I think, maybe, probably that Yoochun is in love with you, too.”
…
On their second month anniversary, Yoochun came into his office, a wide grin on his face and plopped himself down in the seat specifically reserved for him.
“Someone’s in a good mood,” Junsu stated happily, the mood the other was feeling slightly contagious, and Junsu could only hope that he was the reason that Yoochun was so happy.
Yoochun nodded, saying, “Yes, I have a date tonight. Do you know Yoona?” Junsu nodded stiffly, clearly remembering the first time he had laid eyes on Yoochun and Yoona on Chun’s first day. “She finally agreed to go out on a date, I have been asking for some time now… I guess the last impression I left on her was a good one.”
Junsu bit his lip, looking away as he watched the perverted grin on Yoochun’s face appear. He did not even have to wonder what the last impression was, he already knew. Maybe… it might have been okay because he did not think that Yoona would be with him for long (he had dated Hee Bon for, what, a week?). What hurt him was that Yoochun (who Jaejoong--and a sleep-deprived Yunho--swore was in love with their best friend) forgot what today was.
Yoochun had already started talking about where he was going to take the pretty woman for their date. “Probably his bedroom,” Junsu mumbled under his breath, his statement completely unheard (or ignored) by his talkative… What was Yoochun to him? Coworker? Acquaintance? Friend?
“That sounds great, Chun. I hope you have a good time,” Junsu said, trying his best to control his voice. He looks back to his calendar, covered in coffee stains and red ink, papers littering over the timetable, but he could still make out the large circle around that day with the words “two months” printed neatly inside.
Yoochun smiled, thanked him, and quickly left the room, his coffee break extended longer than it should have been, longer than necessary. It did not matter, though. Junsu crossed an ‘x’ over the silly little number, calling himself a fool. Why did he automatically assume that this would be a ritual, tradition… he made it seem like they were together or something.
Laughing dryly at the thought, Junsu stood from his leather swivel chair and stretched. Hearing the satisfying pop in his back, he forced a smile on his face and gathered a few of the files he was supposed to deliver over thirty minutes before and made his way out of his cramped office.
When he got back there was another coffee mug sitting on the desk, a little string and piece of paper tied to the handle. He eyed the purple cup for a second before pulling off the attachment and read it aloud.
“Did you think that I forgot? Happy second anniversary, Su. Your friend, Chun.”
He would have preferred ‘love, Chunnie’ any day, but at least they were friends. And today… that was all that mattered to him.
…
Their third month together approached quickly, and after much more persuading from the very perverse JaeMin duo, Junsu was convinced that either Yoochun wanted to a.) screw him senseless against his desk, or b.) Yoochun was in love with him… the latter of the two reasons reinforced by the very awake Yunho.
Straightening his tie, Junsu sucked in a deep breath, his hand on the cool brass of the wooden door that separated him from the man he had steadily fallen in love with.
Biting his lip he retracted his hand, pondering the thought for another few brief seconds, and raised it to knock lightly. Hearing a muffled “come in,” Junsu smiled and threw open the door, his smile dropping with what he saw.
A lot of brown boxes. Scattered across the floor, all of Yoochun’s possessions strewn throughout the room. Furrowing his brow, Junsu looked around the small space, finally finding a brunette behind his desk, removing things from the drawers and placing them haphazardly and carelessly in a box that rested upon the polished surface of his almost clear desk.
“You’re leaving?” Junsu queried his eyes shifting to the tiny rings left by the coffee-lover’s mugs, not wanting to look his friend in the eyes.
“Hmm? Yeah, they want to move me to another section. I’ll be with Yunho and Changmin now. It should be fun,” Yoochun spoke calmly, briefly glancing at the heartbroken boy before him before he continued with his process.
“Oh. I see then.”
Yoochun looked up at him from his spot on the floor, cocking his head to the side, long and beautiful hair framing his face, as he reached behind for something.
“Happy anniversary, Su! Three months is a long time. Here I bou-”
Junsu cut him off, angry (at himself, at Yoochun, at being in love). “I don’t want your stupid gift, Yoochun. I finally have peace of mind again.”
He stormed out, slamming the door on his way, before he promptly made his way into his own (now lonely) office. There he slumped against the wooden doorway and sighed. Peace of mind? How would he ever be able to work again? Somehow lazy, perverted Yoochun--someone he was supposed to hate--made way and settled into Junsu’s heart.
Later on, after calming himself down and hanging out in the lounge with Jaejoong (“Don’t worry, Su! He’s going to miss you just as much as you miss him~ He’s hurting, too, I bet! How could anyone live without a cutie like you in there life?”), Junsu dragged himself to his office, no longer anyone around to interfere with his work.
Coming inside, he found another porcelain glass on his desk, one with a large purple bow and little letter tied to it. He looked at the fluffy and pink bunny that danced across the mug, untying the pretty ribbon and taking off the note.
Unfolding it, he recognized the tiny print and read to himself pleasantly:
“Hi, Su-su. I miss you already and it has only been… an hour. Come visit me in my new office soon… unless you don’t want to. The door is always open for you~ Happy third anniversary, Su!!!
Love Your (best) friend,
Yoochun.”
Even though the ‘love’ was marked out, smudged, and barely legible, Junsu felt lighter than he ever had. He still had a chance. Yoochun might be in love with him, too.
He could only hope.
…
The fourth month came… the day drawing closer, Junsu practically on the edge of his seat, visiting his colleagues at every given chance, enjoying his time spent in Yoochun’s office (not the other way around). On the day of their fourth anniversary, Junsu strolled into his office, excited about what little coffee cup might lay on his desk this time…
Only to open his door and find nothing there.
Maybe Yoochun was late.
…
Days passed and still no gift, it was nearing their fifth anniversary. Junsu reluctantly left, still waiting for Yoochun’s present (a sign that showed he was there, that he cared, that he might love the Dolphin-like man) but nothing ever came. He felt slightly betrayed by this, but then again, why should he? They were not together, Junsu never returned the favor, and for all he knew, Yoochun might have just been doing that to be polite/friendly/sociable. Something. Anything.
It did not mean that Yoochun was in love with him.
So, one day, while hurriedly putting together a report that needed to be picked up by Jaejoong later on, he knocked over of the mugs (the last one he received on their third anniversary) and it gave him a clear view of the bottom.
On the white and smooth surface was the word ‘you.’ Slightly confused, Junsu flipped over the other two, gasping in surprise when he read the secret message that his friend was trying to get across for almost five months now.
Not caring about the report anymore, Junsu jerked open his door, sped up the stairs, passed by a very confused Jaejoong (who was fixing his collar and combing down his hair--and was that a hickey?), and made his way to the little compartment that held the man he had been longing for.
“Iloveyou,too!” he shouted, out of breath and incredibly flustered, startling the brunette that was busy typing.
“Come again?”
Junsu, panting and slightly tired from all his running, approached the oak desk slowly, taking his time, before he was leaning forward onto the table.
“I love you, too,” he repeated quietly, watching brown eyes soften and show him nothing but love.
Yoochun pressed closer, lifting himself from his seat, as he placed his lips lightly over Junsu’s, whispering, “Took you long enough,” before he kissed his love.
Pulling back for air, Junsu breathed, “I think… I am ready to take you up on that offer. You said you could make me scream?”
“Oh, Su, I can do more than that, much more.”
And so he did. Against the desk. In the lounge. In Yunho’s office (where was he anyway?). Against the wall that connected to Changmin’s own compartment (“My poor virgin ears!”).
Yoochun was spreading the love… and Junsu’s legs, but Junsu did not mind one bit.
The rest of the department… well, that is another story.
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The End...?
So what did you think? Slightly odd? It was a fun idea at first--supposed to be more humorous, but then I scratched that idea and made it focus on fluff instead. I hope it doesn't feel too rushed, there were a lot of things I had to cut out--I did not want it getting too long for fear of it being boring. :)
Thank you! I hope to update my other stories this weekend sometime~ :D