Brons in Flirting

Aug 05, 2012 03:11


Junsu is and gymnast and Yoochun a journalist, Yoosu, PG

For  xiahniste who inspired me with this picture





Brons in Flirting

He had no idea how the hell he was going to go about this interview. What did he even know about gymnasts? Fucking nothing, that’s what. He barely knew anything about popular sports let alone this circus attraction. “You get to interview Kim Junsu? Wow, that’s so awesome. Autograph,autograph!” The truth was Yoochun didn’t even know who Kim Junsu was until after a thorough google search session. Apparently he was a pretty big deal in his little gymnast world which Yoochun knew absolutely zero about.

He had written down some basic questions, stolen a bunch load of them from the internet and off to London he was. The only reason they had sent him was because he spoke three words of English, though he hardly expected Kim Junsu to.

Yoochun made himself comfortable in the hotel room Kim Junsu’s trainer - and his father, if he was to believe the wikipedia entry about the man - had guided him in, telling him the star would be with him in ten minutes.

It wasn’t unusual for these athletes to leave journalists waiting and Yoochun was prepared to wait, but Kim Junsu was there, ten minutes later.

The door opened and a sweaty, red faced young man entered. This was Kim Junsu, Yoochun realised, definitely him though he looked less impressive than in the pictures he had seen of him online.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Yoochun said as he stood up and walked up to the man. The athlete seemed startled. “I’m Park Yoochun.”

“Oh… I didn’t think you’d be here already. I’m sorry, I just came back from today’s training.”

He looked completely uncomfortable and Yoochun wondered if he his trainer had even told him about this.

“Is there a problem?”Yoochun then asked. “If you want to reschedule, that’s okay.”

“No…I just…” he looked down at himself. What was this kid so worried about? “Are you going to take pictures?” he then asked.

“Oh, is that it?” Yoochun chuckled. “Don’t worry. That can wait until you’re in action. Just questions for now.”

“Oh okay,” he smiled. Relieved, Yoochun guessed.

They sat down across from each other at a table by the window of the hotel room.

“Like I said before, I’m Park Yoochun and this interview is for Seoul Today and will be published before the finals. It’s mainly going to be about your training, motivation and support. Also a few questions about how what your expectations are for this year’s Olympics and how your time here in London has been up until now. You seem confused. Is something wrong?”

The athlete flushed red and shook his head. “No, no…it’s just… you started so fast.”

“Oh…I’m sorry. Should I repeat something?”

“Are you in a hurry?” the boy asked. “If you’re not then can I maybe take a shower first?”

“O..kay,” Yoochun said. “Go ahead, I’m not going anywhere.”

It seemed this guy couldn’t get away any faster. He stood up, excused himself and grabbed a bag before dashing off into what Yoochun guessed was the bathroom.

As he waited for the young athlete to finish, Yoochun went through his questions again. It was a basic interview, he really didn’t know what this kid was so nervous about. He must have done this a hundred times already, maybe more.

He looked up the sheet of basic information he had brought with him. Kim Junsu, Olympian, Brons in 2008, year of birth 1992. He must’ve held these kind of interviews a thousandtimes before.

The shower wasn’t long and when Kim Junsu appeared again he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, a towel draped around his neck.

“I’m sorry for the interruption. It’s just that when I come straight from a training session I can’t really concentrate and you kind of… I don’t know, took me by surprise or something.” What hadn’t changed from before was the red haze covering the young athlete’s features.

“Did I do something to surprise you?”

“Not really.” Kim Junsu put both his hands on the table and started fiddling with his fingers. Yoochun started to get a hunch as to where this was going.

“Off the record,” Yoochun said. “You’re getting gay vibes from me and that’s why you’re uncomfortable, right? You’re afraid I’ll out you?”

“What? No! Nah! I just- No.”

“Obviously a huge yes. Don’t worry,” Yoochun assured him. “I’m not here to ruin your life. The truth is half your fans think you’re gay anyway.”

“My fans don’t-”

“Believe me,” Yoochun said, remembering all the theories, photoshopped pictures and written porn he had come across as he was doing his research about the man. “They do.”

“No comment,” Junsu then said and looked away. Yoochun laughed and grabbed his tape recorder and set it down in between them on the table.

“I’m going to turn it on now. Ready?”

“Yeah,” Junsu said.

The interview went quite smoothly, to Yoochun’s surprise. The kid was a bit awkward but he was clearly very passionate about his sport. He told Yoochun about his training schedule and gave him permission to come and take a few pictures the next day.

“What about after your training tomorrow?” Yoochun asked and turned clicked for the taperecorder to stop recording. “What are your plans?”

“Oh, not much. The team usually goes out for lunch and then back to training. I just mostly just…follow, I guess.”

Yoochun grabbed his bag off the floor and started putting away his papers. “You said you haven’t really been out yet, right? What’s keeping you from going out right now? You seem free for the moment.”

“I can’t go out alone,” he gasped. “Everyone speaks English here. I’d get lost within the first three seconds of leaving the hotel.”

Yoochun laughed and stood up. “Sounds like a plea for me to be your guide, then. I accept.”

“No, no… I just…really?” Junsu stood up too and as they stood there across from each other, Yoochun couldn’t stop himself from getting an eye full. He did have an impressive build, actually.

“Yeah, of course,” Yoochun smiled. “Getting to hang out with an Olympian, who can say no?”

pg, yoochun, yoosu, oneshot, junsu

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