Still In Love 1 (Sequel to Sonsaengnim Eyelashes)
Still In Love
Four years into their relationship and pressure to take the next step is building up.
One.
It's Junsu's last summer in college and he decided to get a job at café, taking orders around the terrace mostly while his friends hang around, order drinks, and he gets them for them for half price because that's how nice he is.
"Why does your boyfriend's table get completely free drinks and we get only half off?" Hyukjae asked.
"Because he pays my rent and all you do is ignore the tip jar."
"I bet Yoochun never ignores your tip jar," Sunny said and Yunho snorted.
"That was some bad sexual innuendo, Sunny. We're all very disappointed in you," he said.
"It's been a long day," Sunny sighed. "Get me another Red Bull will you?"
"Make that two," Yunho said.
"Anything for you, Hyukjae?"
"No thanks."
"Cheap asshole."
"I love the service here, I really do,” Hyukjae scoffed.
"Shut up, I'll be right back." Junsu left them and noticed a handsome dude at table number 7 motion for his attention.
"What can I do for you?"
"Do you mind giving this note to the guy sitting at that table, right over there? The one with the long hair," the man said, holding up a piece of paper on which Junsu spotted a phone number. He looked at the table the customer had pointed out and frowned. "He's taken. Anything else I can get you?"
"Taken? Do you know him?"
"Yep. Very well, actually."
"...As friends....?"
"No."
"Well this is awkward," the man chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry, man."
"It's okay."
"For the record, your boyfriend is a looker."
"I know. Anything else?"
"No, thanks."
"Have a great evening," Junsu nodded and went to his lover's table to collect the empty glasses.
He noticed Yoochun looking a bit tired. He had been sitting there for two hours now, and there was still an hour to go until Junsu finished his shift.
He bent down and pressed a quick kiss onto his boyfriend's ear "Just one more hour,” he said. "Another drink?"
"Coffee," Yoochun said, putting his hand on the back of Junsu's thigh. He stroked it lightly and Junsu hoped the bastard at table number 7 had a good view.
"You guys?" Junsu asked turning to his lover's friends.
"Same," Changmin nodded.
"Me too," Jaejoong said.
Junsu looked over the terrace, but no one seemed to be needing anything so he went inside. He came back with two trays, one for hot drinks and one for cool ones. He had learned how to balance them out the hard way. His first days at the café were dramatic and he had considered quitting after his second day but Yoochun told him to at least try it for a month and if he got through the trial period without getting fired, he must be doing something right. And so he did. Little by little he got the hang of it and now, nearing the end of summer he even got to work in the newbs.
"You won't believe the awkward shit I just went through," Junsu said as he put down the cold drinks in front of his friends, after bringing away the coffee. "This dude at table 7 just asked me to slip Yoochun his number."
Yunho burst out laughing and Sunny gawked at him. Hyukjae peeked at table 7.
"What did you do?" Sunny asked.
"I said he was taken."
"So that was why you were practically sitting in Yoochun's lap just now," Yunho nodded. "Well take it as a compliment. Clearly you have an attractive boyfriend."
“Actually, my boyfriend has an attractive me.”
“You must be really really tired, huh,” Sunny chuckled. “Have a sip.” She handed him her Red Bull can and Junsu accepted it.
“My feet hurt,” Junsu groaned and propped them up onto the coffee table. “If only someone would rub them for me...”
“No,” Yoochun said, heading straight for the kitchen. Seconds later Junsu heard the monotone hum of the Nespresso machine.
Junsu hauled himself off the couch and into the kitchen, where his lover of four and a halfyears years stood in front of the overpriced coffee machine, waiting for the first cup to be done. Junsu stood behind him and put his hands on his boyfriend's hips. Yoochun leaned into him and Junsu enclosed his arms around the older man's waist. “I want a cookie,” he murmured.
“I don't think we have any,” Yoochun said.
“Well, what are you going to do about it?”
Yoochun turned around and trapped Junsu between the sink and himself. They kissed, slowly, just enough tongue and the soft brush of their noses together.
“Can't we skip coffee and just get into bed?” Junsu asked. “I just want to close my eyes and never open them again.”
“Go on,”Yoochun muttered into the crook of Junsu's neck. “I'll be right there.”
Junsu sighed and started getting undressed on his way to the bedroom, stuffing his clothes in the hamper by the door. He hopped into the shower for five minutes, knowing Yoochun was still sipping his coffee in the kitchen. Yoochun went into the bathroom as Junsu came out and pressed a sloppy kiss onto his shoulder.
“Make it fast,”Junsu said and closed the door behind him.
He put on boxers and crawled into bed, because really in this heat his clothes would be shed during the night anyway.
Another five minutes and Yoochun came out of the shower in nothing but flimsy pyjama bottoms. He turned off the lights before getting into bed.
They kissed without saying a word. Their hands trailed over the each other's chests, stomachs, thighs before they starting pulling at each other's waistbands. They exchanged long, slow strokes together with languid kisses and hot breaths before climaxing into each other's hands, moaning into the kiss.
Their hands stayed where they were as they came down from their orgasm, panting.
“Don't fall asleep.” Yoochun's voice vibrated through the room, his hot breath hitting Junsu's neck as he spoke. “You need to wash your hands.”
“I don't want to get up,” Junsu groaned but pushed the thin sheets off of their legs anyway.
Yoochun followed him into the still damp bathroom where they washed their hands and shared a few more lazy kisses before returning to bed.
“You don't have to pick me up from work every time, you know?” Junsu muttered as he slipped under the covers. “You get really tired waiting around there, don't you?”
“It's fine,” Yoochun sighed. “Don't really have anything better to do anyway.”
Junsu considered continuing on this topic because he still hadn't gotten over what had happened at the terrace. He settled for talking about it in the morning and rested his head on Yoochun's arm.
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AN: Dear friends, yoosu shippers, random shippers, readers, silent readers (>.>), everyone, I want to apologize for disappearing for a while but my brain was basically blocked. Though I have been writing things, I didn't feel it was good enough to post yet so I'm tweeking and modifying etc but I can promise you that I haven't left the fandom or whatever! And neither should you, okay? Yoosu is a great pairing and we need to ship them more than ever because I feel like the fandom is slowly bleeding to death... We don't want that but we basically don't know what to do about it right? Well, writing fics helps, commenting on other people's fics helps because it motivates writers to keep writing! And not all writers are assholes like me who almost never replies comments orz. I apologize for that. I promise to try and answer ALL COMMENTS from now on.
And I'm gonna shamelessly bribe you guys. I have a few things up my sleeve for this fandom together with some friends but we need everyone to be as active as possible to keep yoosu alive, okay?
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