Still In Love 2 (Sequel to Sonsaengnim Eyelashes)
Still In Love
Four years into their relationship and pressure to take the next step is building up.
Two
“Fuck.”
“Not now,” Junsu muttered into his pillow, feeling wet cloth brushing against his cheek; he drooled.
“No, We're late. Fuck.”
Junsu felt the sheets rustle around him, the dip in the bed gone. He felt forced to open his eyes. “Late for what? What on earth do you have to do on a Sunday morning? It's not even-” he looked at the clock on the wall, “Ten. It's not even ten.”
“Shut up and get up. She's going to be here any minute now and if she finds you still in bed...I'm going to kill you if you don't stand up right now.”
“Who the hell are you killing me for? Junsu groaned and pushed himself into and upright position. “Who's coming?”
“You're so fucking slow, Junsu. Just get dressed. If she finds you like this she's going to talk about safe sex and marriage again. Get up, get up!”
It slowly dawned to Junsu who his boyfriend was talking about.
“Are you...are you serious?” he jumped up.
“I forgot she was coming this morning, but I put it in my phone and now- Put some pants on, for god's sake!”
“You are stressing me out, Yoochun, calm down,” Junsu said and walked towards the closet. “Did she say she'd be here at ten? We still have fifteen minutes. And we just have to get dressed. We just have to-” And then there was a knock on the door.
“Holy fucking shit,” they cursed simultaneously. “Pants, we need pants,” Yoochun added.
They dug through the closet, got dressed in jeans and plane t-shirts before splitting up a few simple tasks. Junsu was going to tidy up the living room and Yoochun was going to stall for exactly thirty seconds.
Yoochun took a deep breath before disappearing into the hallway and leaving Junsu to pick up all the empty coffee mugs, old newspapers and random crap that was lying around
“Mom!” he heard Yoochun feign surprise at the door and rolled his eyes.
“It's been a while, hasn't it,” Mrs. Park laughed. “Where's my Susu? He's here, isn't he? Are you treating him well? Why don't I smell breakfast or coffee? Aren't you feeding him?”
“No, ma. We just woke up an hour ago. I'll get you some coffee right away.”
“This isn't about me,” she said. “You need to feed that boyfriend of yours. When you were his age you could never stop eating and he is the same way. You need to take care of him, he's still growing.”
“He's twenty one, not twelve, mom. He can feed himself.”
“But still, you're older. You should take responsibility for him.”
“And I do. I don't let him starve if that's what you think.”
Junsu could hear everything from the living room as he threw everything in the bathroom for the time being. When he came back, Yoochun and his mother came in.
“Susu,” she smiled when she saw him and Junsu hugged her. He saw Yoochun glare at him. He bent over the coffee table where an empty condom carton laid and picked it up.
“I'll make coffee,” Yoochun then said and fled into the kitchen.
Junsu felt stupid for missing that, of all things. Mrs. Park would have had a field day finding condoms in their living room.
He looked around the living room, just in case he forgot anythigg else. The coast seemed clear.
“So, tell me, dear. How is life, how is school, how is everything?”
“Well it's summer break so there's no school. I just work I guess...and hang out with friends. Yoochun and I go out of town from time to time...”
“Seems like a nice summer,” Mrs. Park smiled. “Is he treating you any good?”
In his mind he told her that Yoochun refused to whip or spank him, in real life he just smiled and said: “He's still wonderful.”
“You should suggest to move out of this apartment. I'm sure Yoochun can afford better. Something with more and lager rooms. Maybe a bathtub. Wouldn't that be nice?”
“Sure, but we're fine here. If Yoochun wants to move he'll move.”
“You still see this as his apartment, don't you?”she asked and patted his knee. “You've been together for a long time now, Junsu. This is just as much your home as it is his.”
“Yeah but-”
“Don't stir things up, mom.” Yoochun came out of the kitchen with a tray in his hands, coffee pot and mugs balancing on top.
“I'm just saying what you're too proud to say, dear. You two are living together. You're...partners. You could be husbands...if you wanted to be.”
“Mom,” Yoochun sighed as he put the tray down on the coffee table. “Don't be like this.”
“Just saying five years is longer than any couple I know before they got married,” she shrugged. “Two sugars, please.”
“You may have noticed that this couple is a bit different than most though,” Junsu laughed. “Even if we got married it wouldn't mean anything.”
“If that's the way you think, it won't. But if you get down to what the essence of marriage is, choosing to share your life with one and other, in sickness and in health, in richer or poor, until death do you part...well then it's the biggest decision you'll ever make.”
Junsu frowned. He had never thought of it like that. He had listened to Yoochun scoff when someone mentioned gay marriage and just thought he was right. Yoochun was always right. The way Mrs. Park put things however, made Junsu think. Why didn't Yoochun want to get married one day? Why didn't Yoochun ever say that this was Junsu's home as much as it was his?
“Mom, you're not making sense,” Yoochun said. “People get married and get divorced all the time. Those vows really don't mean anything.”
“Whatever you say, dear.”
“So you really plan on never ever getting married?”
Yoochun looked up from his Sunday newspaper and sighed. “I knew this was going to happen. She knows exactly what to say to make issues out of nothing.”
“Should I take that as a no?”
“Oh come on, Junsu. You haven't even completely moved in yet. You haven't even graduated yet. How is marriage even on your mind?”
“It wasn't but when you say you never want to get married it makes me think. Why? I mean, not even to me? I'm the love of your life for god's sake. You're never going to get rid of me so why not seal the deal?”
Junsu said it casually. Well he tried, but ended up staring into his cup of coffee for too long and pulling up his shoulders a few times too many.
“Seal the deal?” Yoochun asked and put his newspaper down. He leaned over the kitchen table and pulled up an eyebrow. “How about you move in here. Let's seal that deal first.”
“Get a new apartment and we'll see.”
“Fuck you.”
“I want a bathtub and a fireplace.”
“I think what you need is a new boyfriend.”
“A balcony would be nice.”
“I see myself living in a big house, actually. Apartments are for single people.”
“You're going to be one if you don't stop.”
“I imagine we'd adopt three kids, all different races and a two dogs. A few cats. We'd have a big happy family. Very divers, very loving.”
“I hate you.”
“Love.”
“Oh please.”
“Oh please,” Junsu mimicked him and stuck out his tongue. It was fun, getting on Yoochun's nerves like that because nine times out of ten it resulted in naughty things.