(Casanova) 3. Continue: Yes or No?
Title: Casanova
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Length: 4 or 5 chapters. Maybe less. Hopefully. And possibly a prologue.
Genre: slight angst, romance
Rating: NC-17 overall and PG-13 for this chapter
Summary: it didn’t start out as love. It wasn’t meant to be anything near it. Why does it seem to heading that way.
A/N: It’s been a while for this one. But this chapter is like, looooong and I promise smut in the next and possibly the one after that (not that I’m trying to bribe anyone of course :O). Special thanks to vaguelynormal for beta-ing the first half of this. You know I love you, right bb? ^_^
3. Continue: Yes or No?
Junsu waited, a kind of frenetic energy engulfing his person. He couldn’t quite keep still, fixing this and that, rearranging various objects and moving around pieces of furniture. He’d spent much of the morning playing house: cleaning, cooking, and preparing the guest bedroom of his family’s vacation house in anticipation for his guest.
It was particularly quiet today, the usual hustle and bustle of the mansion’s housekeeper and her legion of workers absent, sent away for the next four weeks while Junsu indulged in his little bit of insanity. Insanity. That’s what he liked to call it. Jaejoong hyung termed it as loneliness and searching for companionship, but Junsu liked to call a spade a spade. What he was doing was insane and insanity is what he would call it.
After he’d finished his preparations, he stood in the balcony of the second floor overlooking the tiny lake directly behind the large house. It held a perfect view of the mid afternoon, the sun’s bright rays glinting off the waters just as it began to inch towards the horizon. It wouldn’t be long now, and Junsu would soon have his company. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t excited-because he was. But the prospect of the new comer also left him feeling a bit apprehensive, as well as nervous. What he’d requested was, in itself, an anomaly-strange even to himself. They didn’t even know each other. All he knew was a name, and even that hadn’t been given in person.
Mickey.
Jaejoong, Changmin and he had spent a good two hours scouring live video feeds in Changmin’s lair, hoping to find Junsu a suitable companion. Not that Junsu had much say in the actual process. He’d been too embarrassed by the things going on in the screens to actually look. He’d spent the majority of the time looking down with his face flushed, content to listen to Changmin and Jaejoong calmly discussing possible candidates, and looking up only occasionally when asked for his opinion.
Oh look, how about him. I remember him; he’s nice.
‘He’ also has a serious underwear fetish.
Now how would you know that?
I monitor these cameras almost 24/7 remember? Be happy it’s a weekday today. He likes to wear leopard print thongs on the weekends.
From then on Junsu had tried to studiously avoid what they were discussing, preferring to think of other things, like soccer, sunshine, and various other, non-fetish related subjects. After a good half an hour of ignoring the conversation taking place before him, Jaejoong had nudged him to attention. He’d looked a bit frustrated, as well as reluctant.
We’ve decided, he said, to which Junsu could only nod. He trusted his hyung’s decision, since he knew nothing of matters like these. He wouldn’t be my first choice, but he’s the least strange. At least for your sensitive sensibilities, dongsaeng. And, because he was pretty sure Jaejoong was fond of him enough not to recommend some psychotic killer, Junsu had agreed. Blindly. Only a name -which probably wasn’t even his real one- and a quick glance at cavorting bodies (that hadn’t even given him a face at all).
A loud buzzing from the intercom resounding throughout the house signaled someone had pulled up at the gate. Inhaling a deep breath, Junsu was glad for the manor’s extended driveway. It gave him enough time to collect his thoughts and ready himself for one last ‘hwaiting!’ before meeting his companion for the next four weeks.
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It was a nice place, that was for sure, Yoochun thought as he drove up to the main house. Nicer than any place he’d been to in the last few months. The house was large, but not gaudily so. It was simple, the architecture elegant with a mix of traditional and contemporary tastes. The design complimented the landscape: bare, yet beautiful in it’s almost all-natural state. The sprawling grounds and extensive property were like a balm to his soul, too many years spent in the city’s smoke and soot. The air here was clean-fresh. Like how a perfect beginning would start. He hadn’t even left the confines of his car and already, Yoochun was in love with the place.
He parked neatly to the side of the house, unable to find a garage, even if he was pretty sure that a place this nice would have one. Yoochun resolved to find it later, when he was settled. There were more pressing matters at hand. The man waiting for him underneath the wide veranda would be a prime example.
Kim Junsu. Yoochun had never heard of him, just a random name Jaejoong threw out every now and then when soju had loosened his tongue; alcohol always did make the older man sentimental. From what he’d gathered in their numerous drunken escapades-when he was sober enough to remember them anyway-he was a childhood friend from the other side of the spectrum. Where Jaejoong was wild rainbows and color, Kim Junsu was staid blues and grays. An odd pairing, but one that had worked, if Jaejoong’s slurred words, full of affection-even when completely plastered-were anything to go by.
Fate had never conspired for them to meet before, despite the younger’s importance in Jaejoong’s life and Yoochun’s constant presence in recent months. However, it seemed that would change today. Yoochun didn’t really know why he was here, all he knew was that Jaejoong had been right, that he needed a new distraction and-just like that-the older man seemed to pluck one right out of thin air.
Yoochun took a moment to survey the man-his ‘client’-through the dark tint of his car. He was a little too far away but from what he could tell, Kim Junsu seemed like a normal man. He didn’t look like the crazy Yoochun was half expecting him to be. In fact, Yoochun was accepting enough of his love for both sexes to openly admit to himself that Kim Junsu was quite a looker.
He seemed shorter than Yoochun, but the height was mostly leg. Lean muscles showed themselves whilst encased in comfortable worn jeans and a bright colored, slightly tight-fitting, collared shirt. The distance between them didn’t at all dim his easy smile, nor did it hold any less enthusiasm through the glass tint.
The other man looked excited and Yoochun found himself mirroring that smile. He couldn’t really explain why he felt so at ease with a man he was yet to meet, but the feeling was there. Besides, he’d always been a sucker for a kind flash of pearly whites.
Tentatively he stepped out, sure of his welcome but uncertain if he deserved it. He’d heard of home stays, knew people at the club who did it on a regular basis. But he himself had never participated in one, so he was unsure of how to proceed. He was here as a host after all and he knew his ‘duties’ just not when to act them out.
Settling his duffle bag onto his shoulder, Yoochun decided it was better if he came back for his bigger luggage later. He contemplated on an appropriate greeting as his legs covered the distance from his car to the porch. Was he expected to throw himself at the man? How about a hug, or maybe a kiss on the cheek? Yoochun needn’t have thought so hard, the other man’s extended hand making the decision for him.
“Hello, you must be…-”
“Mickey,” Yoochun supplied. Despite the physical liberties he took with his clients, there were some walls he preferred to keep erect and his given name was one of them. “You can call me Mickey. And you must be Kim Junsu.”
“Yes, I am.” He replied, bright smile entering mega watt status. “But please, just call me Junsu.”
Yoochun nodded, his own smile in place and not at all forced. He was bid to enter the house quickly and shown to his room. “We’ll leave the tour for after dinner,” Junsu said. “I know it’s a pretty long drive here and you must be hungry.” Yoochun would have protested, except his stomach grumbled and gave him away.
I told you so, Junsu’s smile seemed to say. But out loud he just said, “I’ll leave you to wash up. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”
Junsu left and Yoochun surveyed his surroundings. There was a sophisticated feel to the room, even if it was sparsely furnished. The queen-sized bed took up most of the space, with only a small writing table complete with chair and writing tools to decorate the room. There was a wooden vanity along the wall with connecting sliding doors, probably a closet. A large window with a view of a lake completed the room.
Everything was spectacular, Yoochun didn’t really have a cause to complain. Except…shouldn’t they be sharing the same room? How was he supposed to offer his ‘services’ and perform his ‘duties’ if they slept in different beds? Maybe there was a secret door that connected to Junsu’s bedroom?
Yoochun would have thought about it some more, but his stomach insisted on protesting its empty state and repeatedly made itself known. Knowing that he was expected at the table, Yoochun quickly cleaned himself up in the bathroom down the hall just outside his (temporary) bedroom. He was in a hurry and didn’t have time to appreciate the largeness of it, but he did have time to admire the large tub. It was already giving him numerous ideas on how they could occupy the next four weeks.
Yoochun walked into the dining area only to be assaulted by the smell of sumptuous fare. His stomach grumbled at the sight of the well-laid table and Yoochun was suddenly glad that Junsu had suggested dinner first. But more than the ridiculously large amount of food on the table, Yoochun felt himself being drawn to his client’s rather…plump backside.
Coming in earlier he’d only been offered a frontal view of his new employer’s visage, looking back Yoochun couldn’t understand how he had completely looked over something so…prominent. He would do better from now on to notice Junsu’s…assets-if only to get to know him more and certainly not to exploit them. Oh no, not at all. Even if sudden awareness of the other man’s curvaceous behind was making the dining table a warmer place to be. He’d keep his hands to himself until he got the feel right, as well as the timing. In the mean time however, it’d be best if he laid some ground work and stepped up his game. Wouldn’t want to disappoint now, would he?
“Ah! Didn’t see you there!” Junsu exclaimed as he faced the table, hands full of kimchi and other side dishes, contents sloshing precariously. Yoochun let a slow smile grow on his face, posture relaxed-seduction was his element; second only to breathing.
“Looks good,” he said meaning the food but letting his gaze linger on the other man. To his credit Junsu didn’t blush, even going so far as to look confused at the husky tone Yoochun had affected. Yoochun, much to his conceit, grinned. He knew his effect on other people and that Junsu wouldn’t be any different.
“I hope you’re hungry,” Junsu said, letting the awkward moment pass. “I didn’t know what you liked so I just cooked a few basics.”
“You didn’t have to,” Yoochun replied. “I’m just thankful you even considered.” He hadn’t realized how hungry he truly was, not until Junsu had passed him a bowl and chopsticks, food laid out before him, that he realized he’d been salivating. Moments passed with only the sound of clinking tableware and dishes being passed around.
The food was surprisingly good, and not only because he was a hungry-a comment Junsu didn’t seem to want to believe. “Jaejoong hyung’s a much better cook than I am,” he said with a bright, slightly embarrassed smile. That was something Yoochun couldn’t refute, so he didn’t try.
“Do you live here alone?” Yoochun asked, mouth chewing but eyes intent. He noticed that his companion had trouble looking him in the eye and that a slight tinge was making its way up his collar.
“Ah…no, actually,” Junsu said. “It’s my family’s ancestral house. I have an apartment in the city, closer to where I work.”
“Really? Where do you work?” Yoochun didn’t have to fake the interest; he really did want to know. However, he knew it was toeing the line. Some clients didn’t want to have any contact outside of their appointments, but Junsu didn’t seem like that type. Yoochun hoped he wasn’t.
“My brother and I manage the family business.”
“You have a brother?”
“Yeah,” Junsu nodded. “We’re twins.”
“Oh?” Now that was a pleasant surprise. “Cool.” Yoochun smiled taking care to let it grow slowly, to warm his eyes and leave Junsu flustered at the prolonged attention. He didn’t linger too long though, only long enough to hint at an insinuation. Yoochun realized early on that Kim Junsu was the timid sort, the kind who would need a little prodding, a little wooing, before trying to come to terms with the fact that he’d actually hired someone for pleasure. It wasn’t Yoochun’s usual M.O. but he was bored with his usual and that’s how he’d ended up in this situation in the first place.
He continued questioning the other man, subtle questions aimed to find out more about his new employer’s mannerisms and disposition. Through his covert observations he learned that Kim Junsu was ambidextrous, frequently switching his chopsticks around as he reached for food on either side of him. He was a fast eater, not because he was in a hurry but because it was his way of savoring food. He had an odd habit of sticking out his tongue before eating anything. That he was chatty and opinionated, but could slip into quiet and acquiescence depending on whether the food had caught his attention, or the question.
By the time they’d finished dinner and Yoochun had offered to clear the table-something Junsu absolutely wouldn’t let him do-two hours had passed and they’d been talking like they hadn’t just met. As though Yoochun was there as a guest, and not a paid companion. Like Junsu actually liked him and didn’t just hire Yoochun for company. Like they were friends and had known each other forever.
It was an odd feeling for Yoochun, getting along with someone so well so quickly. He was quiet by nature and though his job may have contradicted that, most of Yoochun’s more serious relationships were twisted at best. Like his relationship with Jaejoong. Kind of needy, more than twisted, but the older man was as close to a best friend that he’d ever get. But it took years of acquaintance and a rough and tumble meeting almost a year ago for them to get to that level of friendship.
And now it seemed that he and Kim Junsu had just completely disregarded time and sped through what most people took months, maybe even years to forge.
If Yoochun didn’t think it was such a good thing for his job, he would have listened to the warning signs and numerous red flags going off in his head. As it was, an amiable relationship was the best thing he could ask for.
He stood at the balcony, breathing in the cool night air and trying not to contemplate such complicated things. Behind him, he heard Junsu pattering around the kitchen, the sound oddly soothing. By all accounts, Kim Junsu should have been a happy man. He was financially stable, seemed like a decent person, and still…Yoochun could tell Junsu was missing something. That despite the other man’s outward appearance of amiability and ease, he was looking for something. Sort of like what Yoochun was doing, but Junsu was going about it in a different way. Maybe that’s why they got along so well: kindred souls.
“Penny for your thoughts, Mickey-sshi?” Junsu asked quietly, coming up behind him. He held two glasses in his hands, filled with a dark red wine. Yoochun took it gladly.
“Mickey’s just fine. No need to be so formal.” He swirled the dark liquid in its glass before bringing it to his lips to take a small sip. He let the flavors sit in his mouth before swallowing, savoring the tangy bitterness as he waited for the underlying saccharine to kick in. It was good wine.
From the corner of his eye he noticed that Junsu had yet to take a sip and that his glass contained less wine than Yoochun’s. Catching the other man’s gaze, Yoochun let a question rest in his eyes. The only response he got was a smile of chagrin.
“We’ve got a stocked wine cellar, but I’m a light weight,” he explained. “I don’t drink much. But it’s a special occasion, so I thought I’d bring out the good stuff.” He gave Yoochun a conspiratorial grin, like sharing a secret except nothing’s been said. Yoochun returned the gesture, even if he wasn’t quite sure he understood. He ignored the tiny flutter in his stomach that might have said otherwise. Probably just the wine.
“This place is really beautiful,” he answered in reply to Junsu’s earlier question.
“It is.” Junsu agreed, tilting the glass into his mouth. “We used to come here year round, every summer and every break. Sometimes we wouldn’t even stay long, but we were just happy to come.” His voice was soft, and the scarce light of the moon threw his bright features into shadowed planes and angles. There was a faraway look in his eyes, like trying hard to remember the good old days, but they were just too long ago to picture clearly.
“And now?”
“Now? Well…” Junsu shrugged, the movement fluid and supposedly nonchalant but Yoochun was rapidly becoming aware that it was anything but nonchalant. “We got older, became preoccupied with other things, and before we knew it we hadn’t visited in almost two years. Truth of the matter is, up until a few days ago, this place was completely shuttered. Except for the maid’s quarters and the worker’s cottage, the main house was closed.”
And he just looked so sad. Junsu’s forlorn expression was one that Yoochun would have a hard time forgetting. He had the oddest urge to just….kiss that sad look off his face.
Surrounded by moonlight, drinking good wine, and in good company, Yoochun thought, why not? He was here for more than kissing anyway.
He didn’t really have to wait for the perfect moment because it came for him. Junsu turned, eyes a light and a question on his lips, only to end up with a mouthful of Yoochun instead. He stood there, momentarily shocked, his mind refusing to believe the sudden turn of events. The next thing Yoochun knew was holding a glass in one hand and gripping the railing with the other as he tried not to tumble off the balcony while Junsu looked at him with the most horrified look on his face.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Junsu yelled, aghast. Urgently, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand staring disbelievingly at the man who had dared touch lips with him.
“I kissed you,” Yoochun said, stating the obvious. He was a little put out by Junsu’s reaction, not appreciating the fact that he had good wine running down his arm and onto a shirt he sorta, kinda really liked.
“Why?” Junsu asked, completely appalled.
“You looked like you needed a kiss. And because it seemed like the perfect time to give you one, I did.”
“That makes no sense!” Junsu uttered, backing slowly away. “Why would you kiss me? I’m not-I don’t. I’m not gay.”
“Um. Great.” Yoochun said, one eyebrow arched high. “Neither am I.”
“Then. Why would you-”
“I’m bisexual,” Yoochun stated, beating Junsu to the punch line.
“I’m not.” Junsu blurted. “I’m straight. Women. I like women.”
“Oh?” Yoochun said skeptically. “Then why did you hire me? Do you realize what my job description is?”
“Yes, yes I do!” Junsu nodded his head vigorously, trying to wrap his head around their sudden predicament. “But-but-but I-I’m not. I-didn’t Jaejoong hyung tell you?”
“Tell me what?” Yoochun said suspiciously, not liking this sudden turn events at all. He should have known Jaejoong wasn’t so kind, giving him a job without a catch.
“Th-that I’m not interested i-in your….services. That I just-just needed someone to…to be a companion. I don’t. I’m not. I-”
Yoochun heaved a large, exasperated sigh, cutting Junsu off with a wave of his hand. “God, I am so sorry. I had no idea at all. Jaejoong didn’t say a word. And I just completely threw myself at you just now.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, mind already spinning with all the things he wanted to do, mostly things resulting in Jaejoong becoming a lifeless corpse. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” Yoochun apologized, bowing deeply multiple times. “There seems to have been a grave misunderstanding concerning my presence here.” It was a good thing really, that he had yet to unpack his belongings because, “I think it’d be best if I left right away. Again, I am so sorry.”
Yoochun fled to his room before another apology could slip from his mouth, embarrassment and anger warring within him, a tiny bit of disappoint niggling its way in. Though he’d come to terms with the reality of his line of work long before he’d even started, sometimes rejection just hurt. Part of the reason his job was so enjoyable because the conclusion was always predictable and, ultimately, pleasurable. Clients came to him, their presence and his purpose so very, very clear. And while he’d never force himself onto someone who obviously wanted to take things slower or not to take at all, having blatantly made an effort and then pushed away in disgust was not his cup of tea.
Once again Yoochun was thankful he had yet to unpack his things, most of his belongings still tucked away in his car. He’d spent most of the night slowly trying to woo Junsu, only to come face to face with his heterosexuality. God, how embarrassing. The guy didn’t even like men. The longer Yoochun thought about it, the more his urgent need to leave seemed to grow. He’d make sure Jaejoong was in a coffin by morning.
Grabbing his duffel bag and his car keys, Yoochun hurriedly made his way downstairs. He spied Junsu coming in from the balcony, eyes still wide and color high, the wine glass in his hands suspiciously empty. Upon seeing him, Yoochun walked that much faster.
“Wait! Mickey-sshi!” Junsu called out.
Against his will, Yoochun inexplicably slowed his steps, stopping near the bottom of the staircase. He looked up reluctantly, not quite able to meet Junsu’s flitting gaze. Anticipating the awkward moment sure to ensue and not looking forward to it, Yoochun bowed. “I’ll be leaving now. Again, I’m sorry for the misunderstanding.” He’d taken the last step and was heading for the front door when Junsu mustered up the courage to speak again.
“Mickey-sshi!” Junsu said, hastily making his way down the stairs, wine glass no longer in his hand. “Wait! Wait-Just. Just. Don’t go just yet.”
Yoochun raised an eyebrow, watching his would-be employer shuffle awkwardly towards him. He didn’t say a word, not wanting to further make himself look like a fool. He’d been through enough embarrassment today, thank you very much.
“I. I know there’s been a misunderstanding and-this is very awkward-but. I’m sure if we-I don’t know-you don’t have to go. Not. Not exactly.” Junsu relayed haltingly. All the while Yoochun’s eyebrows continued to climb towards his hairline. “I’m not…gay,” Junsu said with some difficulty, the word lodging in his throat. “But-but if we could…maybe lay some boundaries then-maybe you could stay…?”
“Look. Junsu.” Yoochun said, adjusting his duffel bag on his shoulder and discarding all honorifics. “As much as I’d love to stay, you’re obviously uncomfortable with me being here. If you’re asking me out of pity, or trying to be valiant-don’t. I have my pride and I know when I’m not wanted.”
“Wait!” Junsu called out again when Yoochun turned for the door again. “It’s not that I don’t want you here. In fact, I thoroughly enjoyed your company earlier. You’re very courteous and polite, you make good conversation, and I got along better with you in one meal than I do with people I dine with every week.” But… “I’m not gay.”
“Exactly.” Yoochun stated. “That’s why I think it’d be better if I left.” Save them both from the endless awkwardness that was bound to ensue.
“Darn it, wait!” Junsu said. “I don’t mind that you like men. It’s just that…I don’t. Maybe if we could…if we could over look that part of your job description and just…enjoy each other’s company-like friends!-instead, then I see no reason why you shouldn’t stay.”
Yoochun stood frozen in his spot, mind whirring in thought. Friends?
“Will you…will you stay?”
A/N: Okay, so maybe I should like, bow asking for forgiveness. Ugh. I should update more often since I’m like, currently living like a bum, just lazing around all day. But seriously, I went through a major writers block with all my YooSu fics. Idek. Just lost inspiration. Plus all the contests and fic exchanges I’ve been dallying in have really made me neglect some of my earlier writing commitments. I can’t make any promises, but I WILL finish this. Just…it might be a long time coming. -_-
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Length: 4 or 5 chapters. Maybe less. Hopefully. And possibly a prologue.
Genre: slight angst, romance
Rating: NC-17 overall and PG-13 for this chapter
Summary: it didn’t start out as love. It wasn’t meant to be anything near it. Why does it seem to heading that way.
A/N: It’s been a while for this one. But this chapter is like, looooong and I promise smut in the next and possibly the one after that (not that I’m trying to bribe anyone of course :O). Special thanks to vaguelynormal for beta-ing the first half of this. You know I love you, right bb? ^_^
3. Continue: Yes or No?
Junsu waited, a kind of frenetic energy engulfing his person. He couldn’t quite keep still, fixing this and that, rearranging various objects and moving around pieces of furniture. He’d spent much of the morning playing house: cleaning, cooking, and preparing the guest bedroom of his family’s vacation house in anticipation for his guest.
It was particularly quiet today, the usual hustle and bustle of the mansion’s housekeeper and her legion of workers absent, sent away for the next four weeks while Junsu indulged in his little bit of insanity. Insanity. That’s what he liked to call it. Jaejoong hyung termed it as loneliness and searching for companionship, but Junsu liked to call a spade a spade. What he was doing was insane and insanity is what he would call it.
After he’d finished his preparations, he stood in the balcony of the second floor overlooking the tiny lake directly behind the large house. It held a perfect view of the mid afternoon, the sun’s bright rays glinting off the waters just as it began to inch towards the horizon. It wouldn’t be long now, and Junsu would soon have his company. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t excited-because he was. But the prospect of the new comer also left him feeling a bit apprehensive, as well as nervous. What he’d requested was, in itself, an anomaly-strange even to himself. They didn’t even know each other. All he knew was a name, and even that hadn’t been given in person.
Mickey.
Jaejoong, Changmin and he had spent a good two hours scouring live video feeds in Changmin’s lair, hoping to find Junsu a suitable companion. Not that Junsu had much say in the actual process. He’d been too embarrassed by the things going on in the screens to actually look. He’d spent the majority of the time looking down with his face flushed, content to listen to Changmin and Jaejoong calmly discussing possible candidates, and looking up only occasionally when asked for his opinion.
Oh look, how about him. I remember him; he’s nice.
‘He’ also has a serious underwear fetish.
Now how would you know that?
I monitor these cameras almost 24/7 remember? Be happy it’s a weekday today. He likes to wear leopard print thongs on the weekends.
From then on Junsu had tried to studiously avoid what they were discussing, preferring to think of other things, like soccer, sunshine, and various other, non-fetish related subjects. After a good half an hour of ignoring the conversation taking place before him, Jaejoong had nudged him to attention. He’d looked a bit frustrated, as well as reluctant.
We’ve decided, he said, to which Junsu could only nod. He trusted his hyung’s decision, since he knew nothing of matters like these. He wouldn’t be my first choice, but he’s the least strange. At least for your sensitive sensibilities, dongsaeng. And, because he was pretty sure Jaejoong was fond of him enough not to recommend some psychotic killer, Junsu had agreed. Blindly. Only a name -which probably wasn’t even his real one- and a quick glance at cavorting bodies (that hadn’t even given him a face at all).
A loud buzzing from the intercom resounding throughout the house signaled someone had pulled up at the gate. Inhaling a deep breath, Junsu was glad for the manor’s extended driveway. It gave him enough time to collect his thoughts and ready himself for one last ‘hwaiting!’ before meeting his companion for the next four weeks.
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It was a nice place, that was for sure, Yoochun thought as he drove up to the main house. Nicer than any place he’d been to in the last few months. The house was large, but not gaudily so. It was simple, the architecture elegant with a mix of traditional and contemporary tastes. The design complimented the landscape: bare, yet beautiful in it’s almost all-natural state. The sprawling grounds and extensive property were like a balm to his soul, too many years spent in the city’s smoke and soot. The air here was clean-fresh. Like how a perfect beginning would start. He hadn’t even left the confines of his car and already, Yoochun was in love with the place.
He parked neatly to the side of the house, unable to find a garage, even if he was pretty sure that a place this nice would have one. Yoochun resolved to find it later, when he was settled. There were more pressing matters at hand. The man waiting for him underneath the wide veranda would be a prime example.
Kim Junsu. Yoochun had never heard of him, just a random name Jaejoong threw out every now and then when soju had loosened his tongue; alcohol always did make the older man sentimental. From what he’d gathered in their numerous drunken escapades-when he was sober enough to remember them anyway-he was a childhood friend from the other side of the spectrum. Where Jaejoong was wild rainbows and color, Kim Junsu was staid blues and grays. An odd pairing, but one that had worked, if Jaejoong’s slurred words, full of affection-even when completely plastered-were anything to go by.
Fate had never conspired for them to meet before, despite the younger’s importance in Jaejoong’s life and Yoochun’s constant presence in recent months. However, it seemed that would change today. Yoochun didn’t really know why he was here, all he knew was that Jaejoong had been right, that he needed a new distraction and-just like that-the older man seemed to pluck one right out of thin air.
Yoochun took a moment to survey the man-his ‘client’-through the dark tint of his car. He was a little too far away but from what he could tell, Kim Junsu seemed like a normal man. He didn’t look like the crazy Yoochun was half expecting him to be. In fact, Yoochun was accepting enough of his love for both sexes to openly admit to himself that Kim Junsu was quite a looker.
He seemed shorter than Yoochun, but the height was mostly leg. Lean muscles showed themselves whilst encased in comfortable worn jeans and a bright colored, slightly tight-fitting, collared shirt. The distance between them didn’t at all dim his easy smile, nor did it hold any less enthusiasm through the glass tint.
The other man looked excited and Yoochun found himself mirroring that smile. He couldn’t really explain why he felt so at ease with a man he was yet to meet, but the feeling was there. Besides, he’d always been a sucker for a kind flash of pearly whites.
Tentatively he stepped out, sure of his welcome but uncertain if he deserved it. He’d heard of home stays, knew people at the club who did it on a regular basis. But he himself had never participated in one, so he was unsure of how to proceed. He was here as a host after all and he knew his ‘duties’ just not when to act them out.
Settling his duffle bag onto his shoulder, Yoochun decided it was better if he came back for his bigger luggage later. He contemplated on an appropriate greeting as his legs covered the distance from his car to the porch. Was he expected to throw himself at the man? How about a hug, or maybe a kiss on the cheek? Yoochun needn’t have thought so hard, the other man’s extended hand making the decision for him.
“Hello, you must be…-”
“Mickey,” Yoochun supplied. Despite the physical liberties he took with his clients, there were some walls he preferred to keep erect and his given name was one of them. “You can call me Mickey. And you must be Kim Junsu.”
“Yes, I am.” He replied, bright smile entering mega watt status. “But please, just call me Junsu.”
Yoochun nodded, his own smile in place and not at all forced. He was bid to enter the house quickly and shown to his room. “We’ll leave the tour for after dinner,” Junsu said. “I know it’s a pretty long drive here and you must be hungry.” Yoochun would have protested, except his stomach grumbled and gave him away.
I told you so, Junsu’s smile seemed to say. But out loud he just said, “I’ll leave you to wash up. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”
Junsu left and Yoochun surveyed his surroundings. There was a sophisticated feel to the room, even if it was sparsely furnished. The queen-sized bed took up most of the space, with only a small writing table complete with chair and writing tools to decorate the room. There was a wooden vanity along the wall with connecting sliding doors, probably a closet. A large window with a view of a lake completed the room.
Everything was spectacular, Yoochun didn’t really have a cause to complain. Except…shouldn’t they be sharing the same room? How was he supposed to offer his ‘services’ and perform his ‘duties’ if they slept in different beds? Maybe there was a secret door that connected to Junsu’s bedroom?
Yoochun would have thought about it some more, but his stomach insisted on protesting its empty state and repeatedly made itself known. Knowing that he was expected at the table, Yoochun quickly cleaned himself up in the bathroom down the hall just outside his (temporary) bedroom. He was in a hurry and didn’t have time to appreciate the largeness of it, but he did have time to admire the large tub. It was already giving him numerous ideas on how they could occupy the next four weeks.
Yoochun walked into the dining area only to be assaulted by the smell of sumptuous fare. His stomach grumbled at the sight of the well-laid table and Yoochun was suddenly glad that Junsu had suggested dinner first. But more than the ridiculously large amount of food on the table, Yoochun felt himself being drawn to his client’s rather…plump backside.
Coming in earlier he’d only been offered a frontal view of his new employer’s visage, looking back Yoochun couldn’t understand how he had completely looked over something so…prominent. He would do better from now on to notice Junsu’s…assets-if only to get to know him more and certainly not to exploit them. Oh no, not at all. Even if sudden awareness of the other man’s curvaceous behind was making the dining table a warmer place to be. He’d keep his hands to himself until he got the feel right, as well as the timing. In the mean time however, it’d be best if he laid some ground work and stepped up his game. Wouldn’t want to disappoint now, would he?
“Ah! Didn’t see you there!” Junsu exclaimed as he faced the table, hands full of kimchi and other side dishes, contents sloshing precariously. Yoochun let a slow smile grow on his face, posture relaxed-seduction was his element; second only to breathing.
“Looks good,” he said meaning the food but letting his gaze linger on the other man. To his credit Junsu didn’t blush, even going so far as to look confused at the husky tone Yoochun had affected. Yoochun, much to his conceit, grinned. He knew his effect on other people and that Junsu wouldn’t be any different.
“I hope you’re hungry,” Junsu said, letting the awkward moment pass. “I didn’t know what you liked so I just cooked a few basics.”
“You didn’t have to,” Yoochun replied. “I’m just thankful you even considered.” He hadn’t realized how hungry he truly was, not until Junsu had passed him a bowl and chopsticks, food laid out before him, that he realized he’d been salivating. Moments passed with only the sound of clinking tableware and dishes being passed around.
The food was surprisingly good, and not only because he was a hungry-a comment Junsu didn’t seem to want to believe. “Jaejoong hyung’s a much better cook than I am,” he said with a bright, slightly embarrassed smile. That was something Yoochun couldn’t refute, so he didn’t try.
“Do you live here alone?” Yoochun asked, mouth chewing but eyes intent. He noticed that his companion had trouble looking him in the eye and that a slight tinge was making its way up his collar.
“Ah…no, actually,” Junsu said. “It’s my family’s ancestral house. I have an apartment in the city, closer to where I work.”
“Really? Where do you work?” Yoochun didn’t have to fake the interest; he really did want to know. However, he knew it was toeing the line. Some clients didn’t want to have any contact outside of their appointments, but Junsu didn’t seem like that type. Yoochun hoped he wasn’t.
“My brother and I manage the family business.”
“You have a brother?”
“Yeah,” Junsu nodded. “We’re twins.”
“Oh?” Now that was a pleasant surprise. “Cool.” Yoochun smiled taking care to let it grow slowly, to warm his eyes and leave Junsu flustered at the prolonged attention. He didn’t linger too long though, only long enough to hint at an insinuation. Yoochun realized early on that Kim Junsu was the timid sort, the kind who would need a little prodding, a little wooing, before trying to come to terms with the fact that he’d actually hired someone for pleasure. It wasn’t Yoochun’s usual M.O. but he was bored with his usual and that’s how he’d ended up in this situation in the first place.
He continued questioning the other man, subtle questions aimed to find out more about his new employer’s mannerisms and disposition. Through his covert observations he learned that Kim Junsu was ambidextrous, frequently switching his chopsticks around as he reached for food on either side of him. He was a fast eater, not because he was in a hurry but because it was his way of savoring food. He had an odd habit of sticking out his tongue before eating anything. That he was chatty and opinionated, but could slip into quiet and acquiescence depending on whether the food had caught his attention, or the question.
By the time they’d finished dinner and Yoochun had offered to clear the table-something Junsu absolutely wouldn’t let him do-two hours had passed and they’d been talking like they hadn’t just met. As though Yoochun was there as a guest, and not a paid companion. Like Junsu actually liked him and didn’t just hire Yoochun for company. Like they were friends and had known each other forever.
It was an odd feeling for Yoochun, getting along with someone so well so quickly. He was quiet by nature and though his job may have contradicted that, most of Yoochun’s more serious relationships were twisted at best. Like his relationship with Jaejoong. Kind of needy, more than twisted, but the older man was as close to a best friend that he’d ever get. But it took years of acquaintance and a rough and tumble meeting almost a year ago for them to get to that level of friendship.
And now it seemed that he and Kim Junsu had just completely disregarded time and sped through what most people took months, maybe even years to forge.
If Yoochun didn’t think it was such a good thing for his job, he would have listened to the warning signs and numerous red flags going off in his head. As it was, an amiable relationship was the best thing he could ask for.
He stood at the balcony, breathing in the cool night air and trying not to contemplate such complicated things. Behind him, he heard Junsu pattering around the kitchen, the sound oddly soothing. By all accounts, Kim Junsu should have been a happy man. He was financially stable, seemed like a decent person, and still…Yoochun could tell Junsu was missing something. That despite the other man’s outward appearance of amiability and ease, he was looking for something. Sort of like what Yoochun was doing, but Junsu was going about it in a different way. Maybe that’s why they got along so well: kindred souls.
“Penny for your thoughts, Mickey-sshi?” Junsu asked quietly, coming up behind him. He held two glasses in his hands, filled with a dark red wine. Yoochun took it gladly.
“Mickey’s just fine. No need to be so formal.” He swirled the dark liquid in its glass before bringing it to his lips to take a small sip. He let the flavors sit in his mouth before swallowing, savoring the tangy bitterness as he waited for the underlying saccharine to kick in. It was good wine.
From the corner of his eye he noticed that Junsu had yet to take a sip and that his glass contained less wine than Yoochun’s. Catching the other man’s gaze, Yoochun let a question rest in his eyes. The only response he got was a smile of chagrin.
“We’ve got a stocked wine cellar, but I’m a light weight,” he explained. “I don’t drink much. But it’s a special occasion, so I thought I’d bring out the good stuff.” He gave Yoochun a conspiratorial grin, like sharing a secret except nothing’s been said. Yoochun returned the gesture, even if he wasn’t quite sure he understood. He ignored the tiny flutter in his stomach that might have said otherwise. Probably just the wine.
“This place is really beautiful,” he answered in reply to Junsu’s earlier question.
“It is.” Junsu agreed, tilting the glass into his mouth. “We used to come here year round, every summer and every break. Sometimes we wouldn’t even stay long, but we were just happy to come.” His voice was soft, and the scarce light of the moon threw his bright features into shadowed planes and angles. There was a faraway look in his eyes, like trying hard to remember the good old days, but they were just too long ago to picture clearly.
“And now?”
“Now? Well…” Junsu shrugged, the movement fluid and supposedly nonchalant but Yoochun was rapidly becoming aware that it was anything but nonchalant. “We got older, became preoccupied with other things, and before we knew it we hadn’t visited in almost two years. Truth of the matter is, up until a few days ago, this place was completely shuttered. Except for the maid’s quarters and the worker’s cottage, the main house was closed.”
And he just looked so sad. Junsu’s forlorn expression was one that Yoochun would have a hard time forgetting. He had the oddest urge to just….kiss that sad look off his face.
Surrounded by moonlight, drinking good wine, and in good company, Yoochun thought, why not? He was here for more than kissing anyway.
He didn’t really have to wait for the perfect moment because it came for him. Junsu turned, eyes a light and a question on his lips, only to end up with a mouthful of Yoochun instead. He stood there, momentarily shocked, his mind refusing to believe the sudden turn of events. The next thing Yoochun knew was holding a glass in one hand and gripping the railing with the other as he tried not to tumble off the balcony while Junsu looked at him with the most horrified look on his face.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Junsu yelled, aghast. Urgently, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand staring disbelievingly at the man who had dared touch lips with him.
“I kissed you,” Yoochun said, stating the obvious. He was a little put out by Junsu’s reaction, not appreciating the fact that he had good wine running down his arm and onto a shirt he sorta, kinda really liked.
“Why?” Junsu asked, completely appalled.
“You looked like you needed a kiss. And because it seemed like the perfect time to give you one, I did.”
“That makes no sense!” Junsu uttered, backing slowly away. “Why would you kiss me? I’m not-I don’t. I’m not gay.”
“Um. Great.” Yoochun said, one eyebrow arched high. “Neither am I.”
“Then. Why would you-”
“I’m bisexual,” Yoochun stated, beating Junsu to the punch line.
“I’m not.” Junsu blurted. “I’m straight. Women. I like women.”
“Oh?” Yoochun said skeptically. “Then why did you hire me? Do you realize what my job description is?”
“Yes, yes I do!” Junsu nodded his head vigorously, trying to wrap his head around their sudden predicament. “But-but-but I-I’m not. I-didn’t Jaejoong hyung tell you?”
“Tell me what?” Yoochun said suspiciously, not liking this sudden turn events at all. He should have known Jaejoong wasn’t so kind, giving him a job without a catch.
“Th-that I’m not interested i-in your….services. That I just-just needed someone to…to be a companion. I don’t. I’m not. I-”
Yoochun heaved a large, exasperated sigh, cutting Junsu off with a wave of his hand. “God, I am so sorry. I had no idea at all. Jaejoong didn’t say a word. And I just completely threw myself at you just now.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, mind already spinning with all the things he wanted to do, mostly things resulting in Jaejoong becoming a lifeless corpse. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” Yoochun apologized, bowing deeply multiple times. “There seems to have been a grave misunderstanding concerning my presence here.” It was a good thing really, that he had yet to unpack his belongings because, “I think it’d be best if I left right away. Again, I am so sorry.”
Yoochun fled to his room before another apology could slip from his mouth, embarrassment and anger warring within him, a tiny bit of disappoint niggling its way in. Though he’d come to terms with the reality of his line of work long before he’d even started, sometimes rejection just hurt. Part of the reason his job was so enjoyable because the conclusion was always predictable and, ultimately, pleasurable. Clients came to him, their presence and his purpose so very, very clear. And while he’d never force himself onto someone who obviously wanted to take things slower or not to take at all, having blatantly made an effort and then pushed away in disgust was not his cup of tea.
Once again Yoochun was thankful he had yet to unpack his things, most of his belongings still tucked away in his car. He’d spent most of the night slowly trying to woo Junsu, only to come face to face with his heterosexuality. God, how embarrassing. The guy didn’t even like men. The longer Yoochun thought about it, the more his urgent need to leave seemed to grow. He’d make sure Jaejoong was in a coffin by morning.
Grabbing his duffel bag and his car keys, Yoochun hurriedly made his way downstairs. He spied Junsu coming in from the balcony, eyes still wide and color high, the wine glass in his hands suspiciously empty. Upon seeing him, Yoochun walked that much faster.
“Wait! Mickey-sshi!” Junsu called out.
Against his will, Yoochun inexplicably slowed his steps, stopping near the bottom of the staircase. He looked up reluctantly, not quite able to meet Junsu’s flitting gaze. Anticipating the awkward moment sure to ensue and not looking forward to it, Yoochun bowed. “I’ll be leaving now. Again, I’m sorry for the misunderstanding.” He’d taken the last step and was heading for the front door when Junsu mustered up the courage to speak again.
“Mickey-sshi!” Junsu said, hastily making his way down the stairs, wine glass no longer in his hand. “Wait! Wait-Just. Just. Don’t go just yet.”
Yoochun raised an eyebrow, watching his would-be employer shuffle awkwardly towards him. He didn’t say a word, not wanting to further make himself look like a fool. He’d been through enough embarrassment today, thank you very much.
“I. I know there’s been a misunderstanding and-this is very awkward-but. I’m sure if we-I don’t know-you don’t have to go. Not. Not exactly.” Junsu relayed haltingly. All the while Yoochun’s eyebrows continued to climb towards his hairline. “I’m not…gay,” Junsu said with some difficulty, the word lodging in his throat. “But-but if we could…maybe lay some boundaries then-maybe you could stay…?”
“Look. Junsu.” Yoochun said, adjusting his duffel bag on his shoulder and discarding all honorifics. “As much as I’d love to stay, you’re obviously uncomfortable with me being here. If you’re asking me out of pity, or trying to be valiant-don’t. I have my pride and I know when I’m not wanted.”
“Wait!” Junsu called out again when Yoochun turned for the door again. “It’s not that I don’t want you here. In fact, I thoroughly enjoyed your company earlier. You’re very courteous and polite, you make good conversation, and I got along better with you in one meal than I do with people I dine with every week.” But… “I’m not gay.”
“Exactly.” Yoochun stated. “That’s why I think it’d be better if I left.” Save them both from the endless awkwardness that was bound to ensue.
“Darn it, wait!” Junsu said. “I don’t mind that you like men. It’s just that…I don’t. Maybe if we could…if we could over look that part of your job description and just…enjoy each other’s company-like friends!-instead, then I see no reason why you shouldn’t stay.”
Yoochun stood frozen in his spot, mind whirring in thought. Friends?
“Will you…will you stay?”
A/N: Okay, so maybe I should like, bow asking for forgiveness. Ugh. I should update more often since I’m like, currently living like a bum, just lazing around all day. But seriously, I went through a major writers block with all my YooSu fics. Idek. Just lost inspiration. Plus all the contests and fic exchanges I’ve been dallying in have really made me neglect some of my earlier writing commitments. I can’t make any promises, but I WILL finish this. Just…it might be a long time coming. -_-