[fic] a little less pretty woman, a little more priscilla
a little less pretty woman, a little more priscilla
yoochun/junsu (junsu/yunho); pg
2500w
“Aw, crapsticks.”
Yoochun does a double take as the pretty girl in front of him swears. She’s struggling through the doors at the bottom of the staircase, a bag of groceries in each arm. Yoochun’s eyes take in her short skirt, over-sized black t-shirt and dangerously high heels. Then his brain kicks in and he steps forward to hold the door open for her.
She looks back over her shoulder and smiles so bright that Yoochun feels dazed. “Thank you,” she gushes, stepping through to the staircase with ease.
“You’re welcome,” Yoochun replies smoothly.
“Don’t you just hate it when the elevators aren’t working?” The girl is already walking up the stairs. She looks sideways at Yoochun as she speaks. Yoochun watches her feet wobble on the heels and worries for her safety. She continues, “I mean, I love heels and all, but they’re a pain in the butt when you’ve gotta walk up six flights of stairs, you know?”
Yoochun doesn’t know. “Uh,”
“My boyfriend always tells me that I should dress a little more appropriately, but it’s the weekend, right? I bought these heels and I’m gonna wear them, you know?” She laughs and Yoochun can’t help but smile with her.
Still, he doesn’t know. “You like Motley Crue?” he asks, suddenly noticing the print on her t-shirt.
She stares him for a second, confused, and then laughs again. “You mean the shirt? I don’t even know who these guys are, but the print is awesome, right?” Her head tips back with the question and Yoochun is struck by the sharp line of her jaw.
“Well, this is me,” Yoochun says as they reach the third floor. “Be careful on your way up.”
The girl smiles, pleased. “You bet. What’s your name, stranger?”
“Park Yoochun. How come I’ve never seen-“
“Well, Park Yoochun,” she interrupts, already climbing the next set of stairs, “maybe I’ll see you around.”
It’s only much, much later, when Yoochun is lying in bed, that he remembers the way the girl walked, the unnatural perfection of her hair. He turns over and tries not to think about it.
-
The elevators are working in the morning and Yoochun is late for work. He rushes out of the door, only to rush back in again twice to pick up forgotten items. Finally ready, he flings himself at the elevator doors and nearly weeps in relief when they open moments later.
A smart man with tired eyes and boyish looks smiles at him. There’s something familiar in the greeting but Yoochun can’t put his finger on it. He nods in reply and slumps against the elevator doors.
“Mondays, huh?” the guy says sympathetically.
Yoochun nods again. “The worst. Someone should ban Mondays from existing.”
The guy laughs and something clenches in Yoochun’s stomach.
My boyfriend always tells me that I should dress a little more appropriately
“Are you-“ Yoochun’s words are drowned out as the elevator stops and the doors open into the lobby.
“Have a nice day, Yoochun.”
Yoochun watches the guy walk away, not bothering to hide the way he’s staring. He thinks that whoever this guy is, he looks a whole lot better in skirts.
-
“I’m telling you, the guy was wearing a skirt and heels and then he’s all in a suit this morning.”
Jaejoong rests his chin on his hands as he listens to Yoochun. “Are you sure it was the same person?” he asks softly.
Yoochun rolls his eyes. “Of course I’m sure. They had the same smile, eyes and walk. Everything.”
“Maybe they’re siblings,” Jaejoong suggests. He smiles slightly. “You’re not the most observant of people when there’s a skirt in front of you.”
Yoochun ignores the last comment and shakes his head. “No way, they were definitely the same person. And he has a boyfriend, apparently.”
Jaejoong studies him for long seconds. Yoochun shifts, a little uncomfortable under the close scrutiny, then Jaejoong blinks and his expression softens. “Tell me, Yoochun, was it love at first sight?”
“No,” Yoochun answers, secretly thinking, yes.
-
The guy catches Yoochun in the elevator again on Thursday. Yoochun can’t help the nervous excitement in his belly when he sees the brilliant smile. This time he actually says hello in greeting.
“Busy week?” the guy inquires.
Yoochun shrugs. “No more than usual. Hey, what’s-“
“I’m having a party this weekend.”
Yoochun blinks at the interruption before taking in the information. “Oh. Okay?” His reply earns him a sunny laugh.
“You want to come? I’m on the sixth floor, apartment 5B. You should totally come and hang out, it’s gonna be wild.” The guy digs around in his pockets and then pulls out a small card triumphantly. “Here, take my business card. You can call me if something comes up.” He beams at Yoochun happily.
Yoochun takes the card in a daze and glances down at it. It reads:
Kim Junsoo / 김준수
Ilsan Institute of Music and Dance
(011-)82-59-812-9247
The doors open and Yoochun steps out. He turns back to look at Kim Junsoo.
“See you on Saturday!” Junsu says and the doors close on the edges of his white smile.
-
Yoochun is nervous as he knocks on the door. He’d begged off work early on Friday afternoon to go shopping for something to wear. He ended up leaving his new clothes at home and wearing an old pair of jeans with a tight-fitting and simple black sweater.
The door opens and reveals a tall, strikingly handsome man. “Hello,” he says. His voice is quiet and friendly. “Are you a friend of Junsu’s?”
“Yeah, I’m Park-“
“Yoochun!” Junsu stumbles forward and grabs Yoochun’s hand. He’s wearing heels again, different from last time but no less dangerous. Yoochun’s eyes don’t miss the tiny, plaid skirt or the glittery vest top. Junsu’s arms are thin and toned, but not overly so. There’s something not quite right about him, Yoochun decides on the spot. He looks odd as a girl, yet odd as a boy too, like his body can’t pick which one it wants to be.
“Hi, Junsu,” Yoochun says as he’s pulled through a throng of people in the apartment.
“I’m so glad you came!” Junsu exclaims loudly. “It’s crazy in here already. You want a drink?” He turns and fixes Yoochun with another dazzling smile.
Yoochun wonders if he’ll ever get used to it. He licks his lips and takes in Junsu’s meticulous makeup; it’s light, but enough to soften his face into something more feminine. He doesn’t look like a drag queen at all. “Yeah,” he replies. “Something strong, if you’ve got it.”
Junsu tilts his head and regards Yoochun with interest. He turns and pours Yoochun a glass of something clear and deadly. Yoochun downs it in one swallow and then laughs at the sudden burn.
“You should smile more,” Junsu murmurs, unexpectedly close. His fingers trail across Yoochun’s collarbones as he walks past. “It makes you look younger. Enjoy the party, let your hair down.”
Yoochun pours himself another drink and tries not to shiver.
Yoochun is drunk and watching Junsu dance his way over to the opening door. A man enters wearing a dark suit and a tired expression. Junsu clings to the man, arms around his neck and whispering in his ear. The man’s hands curl around Junsu’s waist protectively and Yoochun suddenly remembers that Junsu has a boyfriend. Who wants him to dress more appropriately? Except the boyfriend doesn’t look like he cares as they sit on the couch, bodies angled close together. The apartment is still full of people, dancing and talking loudly.
Junsu looks up suddenly and his eyes meet Yoochun’s. Yoochun tries for a smile and Junsu turns away, closes his eyes and lifts his face up for his boyfriend. As they lean in, Yoochun puts his glass down and leaves.
-
Yoochun nearly walks straight past Junsu on Sunday afternoon. He’s taking his trash out and Junsu is walking into the complex wearing sweats, a hoodie and a surprising amount of stubble on his face. Yoochun doesn’t even recognise him until Junsu touches his arm and croaks, “Hey.”
“Junsu?” Yoochun peers at him, trash in one hand. “You look-“
“Like crap?” Junsu says dryly.
“-different,” Yoochun finishes. “You look different. Uh, great party last night.” Junsu shrugs and pulls the sleeves of his hoodie down over his hands. Yoochun thinks he looks disturbingly like a little lost boy. There is an uncomfortable silence as Yoochun throws his trash bag into the dumpster. “Was that your boyfriend last night?” Yoochun asks, just for something to say.
“Yeah, his name is Yunho,” Junsu explains. His tired eyes crease with affection as he says Yunho’s name. “He had to work late. How come you left early?”
“I was really tired,” Yoochun lies. He doesn’t want to say that he’s spent every minute since then thinking about Junsu’s legs, waist and mouth. “I probably had too much to drink.”
Junsu smiles and Yoochun realises that he’s missed it for the few seconds they’ve been talking. “You were really going for the spirits,” Junsu teases. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Boyfriend,” Yoochun answers impulsively. “His name is Jaejoong.”
Junsu blinks, seemingly surprised. However, he recovers quickly and seems to perk up. “We should all go out sometime. You can meet Yunho properly and I’m already dying to meet Jaejoong.”
Yoochun swallows nervously. He’s not sure how Jaejoong will react to finding out he’s now Yoochun’s boyfriend. “I’m not sure-“
“Tuesday night?” Junsu cuts in. He looks so excited that Yoochun can’t bring himself to refuse. He nods. “Great! I’ll slip a note under your door with the time and place.”
Before Yoochun can say anymore, Junsu is jogging through the lobby and up the stairs. Yoochun wants to point out the lift until he remembers that Junsu isn’t wearing heels today.
-
“You’re an idiot,” Jaejoong deadpans as they walk towards the bar Junsu had suggested. “Why didn’t you just say no?”
Yoochun winces and touches Jaejoong’s hand. “I didn’t want to seem like a loser. I think he thought I was straight.”
Jaejoong raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you?”
“I don’t know.” Yoochun looks away and frowns.
They enter the bar and Yoochun spots Junsu right away. They meet and greet pleasantly. Yunho is warm and inviting. Jaejoong, to his credit, compliments Junsu’s hair and dress and doesn’t bat an eyelid. Yoochun can’t take his eyes off Junsu - Jaejoong has to keep nudging him into conversation.
“Another round?” Yunho says, standing up. Everyone nods.
“I’ll come,” Yoochun says quickly, desperate to get away from Junsu.
Yunho orders drinks at the bar and looks across at Yoochun as they wait. Yoochun tries to smile politely but Yunho’s expression remains slightly suspicious.
“You think he’s strange, don’t you?” Yunho says quietly.
“What?” Yoochun replies unintelligently.
Yunho quirks his lips. “You’ve been staring at him all night. Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“Not at all,” Yoochun says, a little untruthfully. “He looks very, uh, beautiful. I don’t mean to stare.”
The bartender hands over two of the drinks and disappears again.
“He’s not looking for approval,” Yunho remarks, “and I’m not going to tell you his life story, but he thinks that he’s making this easier for me, and in turn that makes him happy. I love him regardless and I don’t need anyone making him feel bad for it.”
Yoochun reels a bit from the speech. “I didn’t ask for an explanation,” he says, perhaps too sharply. “I don’t care about the way he chooses to dress. It’s none of my business.”
Yunho smiles in satisfaction and Yoochun thinks he can see why Junsu loves him.
-
Junsu kisses Yoochun in the stairwell leading up to Yoochun’s apartment.
(Yunho and Jaejoong caught a cab together, their own apartments being in the same district. Yoochun was surprised that Yunho and Junsu didn’t live together. The walk home had been more than a little awkward, Junsu grabbing Yoochun’s shoulder occasionally as he tripped in his heels.)
Yoochun moans in discomfort as his back hits the wall, then in pleasure as Junsu presses up against him. The kiss is open and wet and Yoochun can taste the sticky sweetness of Junsu’s lipgloss.
“What about Yunho?” Yoochun gasps even as his hands grip Junsu’s ass through the light material of his dress.
Junsu cups Yoochun’s face gently and bites down on his lower lip. “What about Jaejoong?” he counters.
Junsu kisses him again and again. Yoochun’s mind spins with confusion; Junsu kisses like a man, tastes like a girl and feels like the desperation of both. Yoochun pulls away and licks his lips. He feels Junsu’s heavy breathing against his chest, sees the smudged makeup. “I wouldn’t make you do this,” he says breathlessly. “You wouldn’t have to do this with me.”
Junsu pulls away and straightens his dress. He wipes carefully at the edge of his mouth. “I’ll see you around, Yoochun.” He gives Yoochun a bright smile. Yoochun tries to reach out but Junsu smoothly steps away. He pulls off his heels and takes the stairs two at a time, his bare feet smacking lightly on the surface. “Heels, you know? Such a pain in the butt when you’ve gotta take the stairs,” he calls down even as he disappears from sight.
Yoochun doesn’t know.
-
It isn’t until a week of not seeing Junsu leads Yoochun to ask of his whereabouts. Kim Junsu moved out, another tenant from the sixth floor tells him. Shame, he was a nice boy despite the loud parties.
Yoochun thanks the tenant for their help and walks down three floors to his own apartment.
He does his best to forget Junsu.
-
Three months later, Yoochun is grocery shopping with Jaejoong. He smiles as Jaejoong witters on about his latest girlfriend. Jaejoong picks up two melons and makes a lewd suggestion that has Yoochun clinging to his cart and curling over it with helpless laughter.
An echo of bright giggles makes Yoochun’s own amusement die on his lips. He looks up sharply and feels his breath catch as a pretty girl in dangerously high heels clings to her boyfriend.
“Junsu,” he calls out before he can stop himself.
Junsu turns and his face lights up when he spots Yoochun. He drops a bag of apples into the basket Yunho is holding and totters over to throw his arms around Yoochun’s neck. “Yoochun! I haven’t seen you in forever. How are you?”
Yoochun opens his mouth to reply when Yunho’s voice cuts in with, “Junsu, we need to go or we’ll be late.”
Junsu turns and nods at Yunho. Yoochun knows, in that one split-second that he makes eye contact with Yunho, that Yunho knows.
“Junsu, I-“
“You should smile more,” Junsu says thoughtfully. “It makes you look younger.” He trips back over to Yunho.
Yoochun looks away as Yunho’s hand curls around Junsu’s hip.
yoochun/junsu (junsu/yunho); pg
2500w
“Aw, crapsticks.”
Yoochun does a double take as the pretty girl in front of him swears. She’s struggling through the doors at the bottom of the staircase, a bag of groceries in each arm. Yoochun’s eyes take in her short skirt, over-sized black t-shirt and dangerously high heels. Then his brain kicks in and he steps forward to hold the door open for her.
She looks back over her shoulder and smiles so bright that Yoochun feels dazed. “Thank you,” she gushes, stepping through to the staircase with ease.
“You’re welcome,” Yoochun replies smoothly.
“Don’t you just hate it when the elevators aren’t working?” The girl is already walking up the stairs. She looks sideways at Yoochun as she speaks. Yoochun watches her feet wobble on the heels and worries for her safety. She continues, “I mean, I love heels and all, but they’re a pain in the butt when you’ve gotta walk up six flights of stairs, you know?”
Yoochun doesn’t know. “Uh,”
“My boyfriend always tells me that I should dress a little more appropriately, but it’s the weekend, right? I bought these heels and I’m gonna wear them, you know?” She laughs and Yoochun can’t help but smile with her.
Still, he doesn’t know. “You like Motley Crue?” he asks, suddenly noticing the print on her t-shirt.
She stares him for a second, confused, and then laughs again. “You mean the shirt? I don’t even know who these guys are, but the print is awesome, right?” Her head tips back with the question and Yoochun is struck by the sharp line of her jaw.
“Well, this is me,” Yoochun says as they reach the third floor. “Be careful on your way up.”
The girl smiles, pleased. “You bet. What’s your name, stranger?”
“Park Yoochun. How come I’ve never seen-“
“Well, Park Yoochun,” she interrupts, already climbing the next set of stairs, “maybe I’ll see you around.”
It’s only much, much later, when Yoochun is lying in bed, that he remembers the way the girl walked, the unnatural perfection of her hair. He turns over and tries not to think about it.
-
The elevators are working in the morning and Yoochun is late for work. He rushes out of the door, only to rush back in again twice to pick up forgotten items. Finally ready, he flings himself at the elevator doors and nearly weeps in relief when they open moments later.
A smart man with tired eyes and boyish looks smiles at him. There’s something familiar in the greeting but Yoochun can’t put his finger on it. He nods in reply and slumps against the elevator doors.
“Mondays, huh?” the guy says sympathetically.
Yoochun nods again. “The worst. Someone should ban Mondays from existing.”
The guy laughs and something clenches in Yoochun’s stomach.
My boyfriend always tells me that I should dress a little more appropriately
“Are you-“ Yoochun’s words are drowned out as the elevator stops and the doors open into the lobby.
“Have a nice day, Yoochun.”
Yoochun watches the guy walk away, not bothering to hide the way he’s staring. He thinks that whoever this guy is, he looks a whole lot better in skirts.
-
“I’m telling you, the guy was wearing a skirt and heels and then he’s all in a suit this morning.”
Jaejoong rests his chin on his hands as he listens to Yoochun. “Are you sure it was the same person?” he asks softly.
Yoochun rolls his eyes. “Of course I’m sure. They had the same smile, eyes and walk. Everything.”
“Maybe they’re siblings,” Jaejoong suggests. He smiles slightly. “You’re not the most observant of people when there’s a skirt in front of you.”
Yoochun ignores the last comment and shakes his head. “No way, they were definitely the same person. And he has a boyfriend, apparently.”
Jaejoong studies him for long seconds. Yoochun shifts, a little uncomfortable under the close scrutiny, then Jaejoong blinks and his expression softens. “Tell me, Yoochun, was it love at first sight?”
“No,” Yoochun answers, secretly thinking, yes.
-
The guy catches Yoochun in the elevator again on Thursday. Yoochun can’t help the nervous excitement in his belly when he sees the brilliant smile. This time he actually says hello in greeting.
“Busy week?” the guy inquires.
Yoochun shrugs. “No more than usual. Hey, what’s-“
“I’m having a party this weekend.”
Yoochun blinks at the interruption before taking in the information. “Oh. Okay?” His reply earns him a sunny laugh.
“You want to come? I’m on the sixth floor, apartment 5B. You should totally come and hang out, it’s gonna be wild.” The guy digs around in his pockets and then pulls out a small card triumphantly. “Here, take my business card. You can call me if something comes up.” He beams at Yoochun happily.
Yoochun takes the card in a daze and glances down at it. It reads:
Kim Junsoo / 김준수
Ilsan Institute of Music and Dance
(011-)82-59-812-9247
The doors open and Yoochun steps out. He turns back to look at Kim Junsoo.
“See you on Saturday!” Junsu says and the doors close on the edges of his white smile.
-
Yoochun is nervous as he knocks on the door. He’d begged off work early on Friday afternoon to go shopping for something to wear. He ended up leaving his new clothes at home and wearing an old pair of jeans with a tight-fitting and simple black sweater.
The door opens and reveals a tall, strikingly handsome man. “Hello,” he says. His voice is quiet and friendly. “Are you a friend of Junsu’s?”
“Yeah, I’m Park-“
“Yoochun!” Junsu stumbles forward and grabs Yoochun’s hand. He’s wearing heels again, different from last time but no less dangerous. Yoochun’s eyes don’t miss the tiny, plaid skirt or the glittery vest top. Junsu’s arms are thin and toned, but not overly so. There’s something not quite right about him, Yoochun decides on the spot. He looks odd as a girl, yet odd as a boy too, like his body can’t pick which one it wants to be.
“Hi, Junsu,” Yoochun says as he’s pulled through a throng of people in the apartment.
“I’m so glad you came!” Junsu exclaims loudly. “It’s crazy in here already. You want a drink?” He turns and fixes Yoochun with another dazzling smile.
Yoochun wonders if he’ll ever get used to it. He licks his lips and takes in Junsu’s meticulous makeup; it’s light, but enough to soften his face into something more feminine. He doesn’t look like a drag queen at all. “Yeah,” he replies. “Something strong, if you’ve got it.”
Junsu tilts his head and regards Yoochun with interest. He turns and pours Yoochun a glass of something clear and deadly. Yoochun downs it in one swallow and then laughs at the sudden burn.
“You should smile more,” Junsu murmurs, unexpectedly close. His fingers trail across Yoochun’s collarbones as he walks past. “It makes you look younger. Enjoy the party, let your hair down.”
Yoochun pours himself another drink and tries not to shiver.
Yoochun is drunk and watching Junsu dance his way over to the opening door. A man enters wearing a dark suit and a tired expression. Junsu clings to the man, arms around his neck and whispering in his ear. The man’s hands curl around Junsu’s waist protectively and Yoochun suddenly remembers that Junsu has a boyfriend. Who wants him to dress more appropriately? Except the boyfriend doesn’t look like he cares as they sit on the couch, bodies angled close together. The apartment is still full of people, dancing and talking loudly.
Junsu looks up suddenly and his eyes meet Yoochun’s. Yoochun tries for a smile and Junsu turns away, closes his eyes and lifts his face up for his boyfriend. As they lean in, Yoochun puts his glass down and leaves.
-
Yoochun nearly walks straight past Junsu on Sunday afternoon. He’s taking his trash out and Junsu is walking into the complex wearing sweats, a hoodie and a surprising amount of stubble on his face. Yoochun doesn’t even recognise him until Junsu touches his arm and croaks, “Hey.”
“Junsu?” Yoochun peers at him, trash in one hand. “You look-“
“Like crap?” Junsu says dryly.
“-different,” Yoochun finishes. “You look different. Uh, great party last night.” Junsu shrugs and pulls the sleeves of his hoodie down over his hands. Yoochun thinks he looks disturbingly like a little lost boy. There is an uncomfortable silence as Yoochun throws his trash bag into the dumpster. “Was that your boyfriend last night?” Yoochun asks, just for something to say.
“Yeah, his name is Yunho,” Junsu explains. His tired eyes crease with affection as he says Yunho’s name. “He had to work late. How come you left early?”
“I was really tired,” Yoochun lies. He doesn’t want to say that he’s spent every minute since then thinking about Junsu’s legs, waist and mouth. “I probably had too much to drink.”
Junsu smiles and Yoochun realises that he’s missed it for the few seconds they’ve been talking. “You were really going for the spirits,” Junsu teases. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Boyfriend,” Yoochun answers impulsively. “His name is Jaejoong.”
Junsu blinks, seemingly surprised. However, he recovers quickly and seems to perk up. “We should all go out sometime. You can meet Yunho properly and I’m already dying to meet Jaejoong.”
Yoochun swallows nervously. He’s not sure how Jaejoong will react to finding out he’s now Yoochun’s boyfriend. “I’m not sure-“
“Tuesday night?” Junsu cuts in. He looks so excited that Yoochun can’t bring himself to refuse. He nods. “Great! I’ll slip a note under your door with the time and place.”
Before Yoochun can say anymore, Junsu is jogging through the lobby and up the stairs. Yoochun wants to point out the lift until he remembers that Junsu isn’t wearing heels today.
-
“You’re an idiot,” Jaejoong deadpans as they walk towards the bar Junsu had suggested. “Why didn’t you just say no?”
Yoochun winces and touches Jaejoong’s hand. “I didn’t want to seem like a loser. I think he thought I was straight.”
Jaejoong raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you?”
“I don’t know.” Yoochun looks away and frowns.
They enter the bar and Yoochun spots Junsu right away. They meet and greet pleasantly. Yunho is warm and inviting. Jaejoong, to his credit, compliments Junsu’s hair and dress and doesn’t bat an eyelid. Yoochun can’t take his eyes off Junsu - Jaejoong has to keep nudging him into conversation.
“Another round?” Yunho says, standing up. Everyone nods.
“I’ll come,” Yoochun says quickly, desperate to get away from Junsu.
Yunho orders drinks at the bar and looks across at Yoochun as they wait. Yoochun tries to smile politely but Yunho’s expression remains slightly suspicious.
“You think he’s strange, don’t you?” Yunho says quietly.
“What?” Yoochun replies unintelligently.
Yunho quirks his lips. “You’ve been staring at him all night. Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“Not at all,” Yoochun says, a little untruthfully. “He looks very, uh, beautiful. I don’t mean to stare.”
The bartender hands over two of the drinks and disappears again.
“He’s not looking for approval,” Yunho remarks, “and I’m not going to tell you his life story, but he thinks that he’s making this easier for me, and in turn that makes him happy. I love him regardless and I don’t need anyone making him feel bad for it.”
Yoochun reels a bit from the speech. “I didn’t ask for an explanation,” he says, perhaps too sharply. “I don’t care about the way he chooses to dress. It’s none of my business.”
Yunho smiles in satisfaction and Yoochun thinks he can see why Junsu loves him.
-
Junsu kisses Yoochun in the stairwell leading up to Yoochun’s apartment.
(Yunho and Jaejoong caught a cab together, their own apartments being in the same district. Yoochun was surprised that Yunho and Junsu didn’t live together. The walk home had been more than a little awkward, Junsu grabbing Yoochun’s shoulder occasionally as he tripped in his heels.)
Yoochun moans in discomfort as his back hits the wall, then in pleasure as Junsu presses up against him. The kiss is open and wet and Yoochun can taste the sticky sweetness of Junsu’s lipgloss.
“What about Yunho?” Yoochun gasps even as his hands grip Junsu’s ass through the light material of his dress.
Junsu cups Yoochun’s face gently and bites down on his lower lip. “What about Jaejoong?” he counters.
Junsu kisses him again and again. Yoochun’s mind spins with confusion; Junsu kisses like a man, tastes like a girl and feels like the desperation of both. Yoochun pulls away and licks his lips. He feels Junsu’s heavy breathing against his chest, sees the smudged makeup. “I wouldn’t make you do this,” he says breathlessly. “You wouldn’t have to do this with me.”
Junsu pulls away and straightens his dress. He wipes carefully at the edge of his mouth. “I’ll see you around, Yoochun.” He gives Yoochun a bright smile. Yoochun tries to reach out but Junsu smoothly steps away. He pulls off his heels and takes the stairs two at a time, his bare feet smacking lightly on the surface. “Heels, you know? Such a pain in the butt when you’ve gotta take the stairs,” he calls down even as he disappears from sight.
Yoochun doesn’t know.
-
It isn’t until a week of not seeing Junsu leads Yoochun to ask of his whereabouts. Kim Junsu moved out, another tenant from the sixth floor tells him. Shame, he was a nice boy despite the loud parties.
Yoochun thanks the tenant for their help and walks down three floors to his own apartment.
He does his best to forget Junsu.
-
Three months later, Yoochun is grocery shopping with Jaejoong. He smiles as Jaejoong witters on about his latest girlfriend. Jaejoong picks up two melons and makes a lewd suggestion that has Yoochun clinging to his cart and curling over it with helpless laughter.
An echo of bright giggles makes Yoochun’s own amusement die on his lips. He looks up sharply and feels his breath catch as a pretty girl in dangerously high heels clings to her boyfriend.
“Junsu,” he calls out before he can stop himself.
Junsu turns and his face lights up when he spots Yoochun. He drops a bag of apples into the basket Yunho is holding and totters over to throw his arms around Yoochun’s neck. “Yoochun! I haven’t seen you in forever. How are you?”
Yoochun opens his mouth to reply when Yunho’s voice cuts in with, “Junsu, we need to go or we’ll be late.”
Junsu turns and nods at Yunho. Yoochun knows, in that one split-second that he makes eye contact with Yunho, that Yunho knows.
“Junsu, I-“
“You should smile more,” Junsu says thoughtfully. “It makes you look younger.” He trips back over to Yunho.
Yoochun looks away as Yunho’s hand curls around Junsu’s hip.