Fake Boyfriend; What I do for Love
Yoochun grumbles to himself as he tries to put on the hanbok. The hanbok was at least a size too small for him.
He knows that Changmin did it on purpose for insulting his ‘man’.
And technically, Yoochun didn’t really care. He just wants to get this over with.
Changmin bursts through the door and he smiles when he sees Yoochun struggle.
“Wipe that fucking smile off your face or I’ll do it for you,” Yoochun threatens.
“Aw,” Changmin pouts. “But I was going to say how cute you look!”
“Save it,” Yoochun replies. “Wait, wait, you’re the girl in this relationship so why the fuck am I wearing this?! Also, why do I need to wear this?” he shouts.
“Language, Chunnie-yah,” Changmin lectures. “and tonight, Junsu’s throwing a party, like, a ball, you know how his parties are.”
“But still, why do I need to wear this?” Yoochun asks.
“You should bring a date,” he explains.
“And pray tell why am I the girl?” Yoochun says impatiently.
“Because I am manlier than you,” Changmin says, lips curling into a smile. “no more questions, you bitch!”
Yoochun opens his mouth to protests, but no words came out, so he just nods and smirks. “Fine, I can wear this, but listen here, you owe me a favor, so if you embarrass me or make me do something that I would regret, trust me, I will make it 10 times worse,” he hisses, his hot breath on his neck.
Changmin’s breath hitches at the close proximity, and bites his lips. That was true; if he embarrassed him, which he planned to do, he still promised a favor-anything-and Shim Changmin never backs out.
He sighs reluctantly, “Fine, you won’t have to wear,” he flails his hands madly. “that,”
Yoochun nods, satisfied, “Good.”
“But-but-but,” Changmin whines. “I told Junsu that one of us would wear it, you won’t and I certainly won’t do it!”
“You do it,” Yoochun answers breezily. “Besides, you make a cuter girl than I would.”
“Y-yah,” Changmin stutters. “I don’t want to,”
“I thought you would never back down from a promise, ah, Shim Changmin, a liar,” Yoochun says, smirking a bit.
Changmin bites his lips, and bores his eyes pleadingly into Yoochun’s, “Please, Chunnie? Just this once, no favors in return,” Changmin sighs, and says, reluctant. “I’ll buy you the CD you wanted,” he offers weakly.
Yoochun’s eyes brightens, “The limited edition with 5 large jacket photos and a free poster?” he asks excitedly.
Changmin nods and the older beams.
“I can’t believe you like him that much,” Changmin says. “I mean, he has a good voice, I admit, but his voice is too high pitched?”
“You have the same tone,” Yoochun replies, and whistles. “And have you seen those legs? Man, I can see them wrapped around my waist, while I po-“
“Okay!” Changmin interrupts. “I get it, you like to have sex with Max. But isn’t he with Micky?”
“Those are just rumors, but I thought he was with U-know? And, doesn’t matter, I ship them anyway, Micky with Max, not U-know with Max,” Yoochun says.
“How about Hero and Xiah?”
“Xiah, he has a nice, plump, and callipygian ass, I have a feeling he’s straight, but a wee bit on the gay side. Hero… I have an impression of him as kind of a slut.”
“Eh, same, I don’t like him anyways,” Changmin shrugs.
“…and hurry up! We’re,” Changmin checks his watch. “15 minutes late,” he says, and waits patiently.
Yoochun mentally rolls his eyes and counts. 3… 2… 1…
“OMG! Chunnie, we’re late! We’re late! Hurry up, you dickhead!” Changmin yells and jumps, running out of the door.
Yoochun smiles, shakes his head, laughing, before following him out.
“I drive!”
“No, I will, you can’t drive wearing a hanbok, Chunnie!”
///
Just as they expected, it was fancy. Just by standing outside you could already tell it wasn’t a regular party, I mean, with all the extravagant lights, lighting up the driveway, glittering props, and gold, red, blue and white tinsel wrapped around each and every tree, oh, and a garland at the top of the door. There were butlers, opening the door for the guests, sleek black limos in line going round, and they were all wearing tuxedos, or dresses, some even wore the traditional hanbok.
“Whoa,” Changmin breathes, in awe as he takes in the place. He had never seen so many decorations. It was as if the house was thrown in a decoration box.
Behind him, Yoochun grumbles and lifts his dress, “Man, the skirt is so irritating! How can girls wear this?”
Changmin shrugs and takes a look at him, a smirk slowly spreading on his face, “I don’t know, don’t ask me, I’m not a girl.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Yoochun replies, glancing at the door.
The younger glares at him, before sighing, taking his hand with his own, “Come on, we’re already late. The last thing we need is Junsu shrieking into our ears.”
Yoochun secretly smiles, and he leads them inside.
“Yah!” Changmin protests. “You’re the “girl” this evening, so I should be escorting you, not the other way around!”
At that, Yoochun whirls around, eyes dark, “Who ever said I was the girl?”
“I did,” Changmin says bravely, staring deeply into his mocha brown orbs.
“Well, I’m not,” Yoochun says haughtily. “They made a poll before, you know? About us, back in high school, when we would get together, and who’s the man and girl in the relationship,”
“So, who won? The man, I mean,” he asks.
Yoochun grins, “Me.”
“So not true, it isn’t real,” Changmin whines, pouting and he sighs, getting juice from the punch table. “I’m the man.”
“Sure, whatever you say,” Yoochun snorts. “not getting any alcohol?”
Changmin raises his eyebrows questioningly, “You know I can’t hold my liquor, and you know how I get when I’m drunk.”
Yoochun nods, “So many men went home with hard-ons, wonder what happened.”
Changmin drinks the punch in one go and he wipes his lips with his sleeves, until an arm shoots out, holding a napkin.
Yoochun scoffs quietly. “Here comes Prince Charming,” he mumbles darkly.
Yunho smiles charmingly, “Don’t want to get the suit ruined, do you?”
Changmin sneaks a glance and grabs the napkin. “Thanks, where’s Jaejoong?” he asks when he notices that the slut fool wasn’t there.
Yunho didn’t bother to look, “Huh, Jaejoong? I think he went to get a drink…”
“Yunho, the drink table is right here,” Changmin deadpans.
“Oh, right,” Yunho chuckles nervously. “Somewhere, I guess.”
“Wow, what a nice boyfriend you are,” Yoochun says airily.
“Who are you again?” Yunho asks, pretending to not know.
“Yoochun, Park Yoochun, boyfriend of the finest piece of ass,” Yoochun smirks, and holds Changmin by the waist. Changmin blushes and swats at him, Yoochun merely laughs, and presses a kiss to his side of the head.
Yunho glowers, “Oh, you were invited?”
“Of course, I am Junsu’s best friend, after all,” Yoochun replies, casting a glance behind his back, “Speaking of which.”
“Hey,” Junsu greets. He was wearing a black tuxedo. Plain, nothing fancy, no studs or anything, it wasn’t weird, and he went all black, which was kind of stylish, and it was odd, since he would pair up a green shirt, with orange shorts. In winter.
“Wow, you clean up nicely,” Changmin praises. “I’m guessing you didn’t dress yourself.”
Junsu laughs embarrassingly, “You know I’m bad at that, no, Ji did it for me. She told me that she was dating a clown rather than a billionaire.”
“By the way,” Junsu says. “Come up, I’m sure the party is boring. I never really liked these parties, but I gotta live up to the family name, rich, fancy, huge parties even if it’s completely unnecessary.”
“Sure,” Yunho says, MinChun nods. “Let me just get Jaejoong and I’ll be right up.”
Hearing Jaejoong’s name, Junsu perks up, “Jaejoong?” he frowns. “you brought him?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? He’s my boyfriend,” Yunho replies.
“Dear god,” Junsu rubs his face and moans. “You are so bad, so bad at picking boyfriends, hyung.”
“But you’re fine, Min-ah,” Junsu adds quickly once he sees Changmin’s face darken.
“Why? What’s wrong with him?” Yunho asks, slightly confused.
“He’s a slut,” Junsu stresses, emphasizing the word: slut, “Really, hyung? You don’t see how he flirts with everyone with cocks, and a pulse. He’s the top slut of Mirotic club, and is only out to get you for your money.”
“He’s not!” Yunho angrily says. “You don’t know that! What makes you think… I thought you were my friend, Junsu!”
“I am!” Junsu shouts. “Yun, he isn’t good. He’s just playing you, trust me!”
Yoochun grabs Changmin’s hand and drags him to his side, just in case.
“Junsu! You don’t know him at all! You can’t just say that! He’s my boyfriend! I love him!” Yunho shouts back.
Changmin lowers his gaze, his heart dropping. He loves him. Yunho loves Jaejoong. Maybe there is no chance for him. Beside him, Yoochun squeezes his hand in comfort.
“Yun,” Junsu whispers. “He doesn’t know you at all,” he sighs harshly. “What happened to friends before lovers, huh,” he chuckles. “You only know him for one month, and you trust him more than me.”
“It’s not like that,” Yunho says. “Junsu, you know you’re my friend, but he’s my boyfriend. You can’t expect me to pick sides!”
Junsu’s face turns cold, “Well, I can, goodbye Jung Yunho.”
///
So, the party was a complete disaster. Apart from the fact that Junsu and Yunho were not in speaking terms, they made a ruckus, attracting reporters, and nosy guests alike.
Changmin complains, “I didn’t even get a picture of you!”
“Too bad,” Yoochun says, smiling and relieved. “You think they’ll be okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Changmin waves him off. “They’re older than me, well, they’re old, I’m sure they’ll be able to sort they’re differences.”
“Not that,” Yoochun says. “Are you okay, with you know,”
Changmin was silent for a moment before speaking, “I decided to give up. Yunho loves him, not me. Besides, I can’t just sit back, torture his lovers, and let him be miserable like me. It’s best if I move on, don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” Yoochun agrees. Maybe move on with me…
“Did you say something, Chunnie?” Changmin asks.
“No, I didn’t say anything,” Yoochun answers, slightly panicked. Oh shit! Did I say that out loud?
“Oh, well I could’ve sworn I heard something,” Changmin frowns cutely and shrugs. “Oh well.”
///
“Yoochun-ah~” Changmin says cutely. “Would you get me so-?”
“No,”
“I didn’t even say anything yet!” Changmin protests.
“You were going to ask me to go get you some “Merona” which is like, 10 blocks away,” Yoochun says.
(Note: Merona is an ice cream, it’s my favorite *.*)
Changmin pouts, “Please?”
“Depends,” Yoochun says, taking his fingers off from the keyboard. “what’s in it for me?”
“Um, I’ll get you speakers?” Changmin offers.
“I already have those,” Yoochun glances at the broken speakers and subtly kicks them under his table. He wants something more significant.
“Recorder?” Changmin offers again.
“I have it.” He says, and looks at the trashcan.
“Then what do you want?” Changmin asks, mildly frustrated.
“Simple,” Yoochun grins. “You do as I say, then I’ll get your stupid ice cream,”
Changmin bites his lips, contemplating for a moment, and nods, “Okay.”
///
So, after the deal was set, Yoochun running around, looking for “merona”, and after, Changmin trying to avoid Yoochun at all cost.
To: Minnie Mouse
From: Micky Mouse
Y4h, d0nt 4v0id m! Minnieeeeeeeee~ ;~;
To: Chunster
From: Voldermin
I’m not avoiding you. Who said I was avoiding you? And don’t call me Minnie, dickhead.
To: Minnie Mouse
From: Micky Mouse
Im hrt minnnnniieeeeeeee. G0 2 my h0u53 ltr. I h4v3 50m3thing 2 t3ll U.
To: Chunster
From: Voldermin
Learn how to spell first, you retard. Or, I’m turning my cell phone off.
To: Minnie Mouse
From: Micky Mouse
NOOOOO!!!! Fine. You guys are all critics. Just go to my house and we’ll talk from there.
To: Chunster
From: Voldermin
You’re lucky you could text fast, or I would have turned it off already. No. If I go, you would just use sleazy pick up lines on me.
To: Minnie Mouse
From: Micky Mouse
You know me so well :’))) But n0. Ju5t g0 I h4v3 50m3ting imp0rtant 2 t3ll u
To: Chunster
From: Voldermin
Chunnie.
To: Minnie Mouse
From: Micky Mouse
Fine. Just go, alright? I have something important to tell you. IMPORTANT.
To: Chunster
From: Voldermin
Okay. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?
To: Minnie Mouse
From: Micky Mouse
… I fucking hate you.
To: Chunster
From: Voldermin
I love you too, Chunnie! :DD <33
///
Changmin steps up, pulling out a key from his pocket, and opens the door.
“CHUN!” he shrieks girlishly when Yoochun appears in front of him, holding out a metal bat. “WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO? KILL ME?”
“No, I didn’t even know it was you!” Yoochun defends, lowering his weapon. “How did you get in anyway?”
“How did you know I was here? I didn’t make a ruckus,” Changmin changes the subject.
“I have ears. Now, don’t change the subject. How did you get in? I don’t recall giving you a key,” Yoochun says, crossing his arms.
“I… made a copy of your key,” Changmin confesses sheepishly.
“… You know what, I don’t care anymore,” Yoochun says. “Changmin, sit down,”
Changmin obediently sits down on one of the couches, leather, thank you very much. Yoochun’s rich ass, skinny, practically nonexistent, but rich nonetheless.
“You know,” Yoochun starts, hesitant. “my dad wants me to get married, Yunho knows him, he is a Jung, after all, and he’ll tell we’re dating, which were not,” he says, looking at Changmin discreetly at the corner of his eyes, “and, if he finds out I’m dating, he’ll arrange the marriage, asap.”
Changmin tenses, not expecting. “Tell them we broke up,” he suggests.
Yoochun’s expression is unreadable, “Then he’ll just arrange some random, rich, snobby girl, you have got to help me.”
Changmin bites his lips. Well, Yoochun was always there for him, and this was the one time opportunity that could pay him back.
He nods. Anything for you, Chun. “Okay,”
Yoochun beams and smothers him in a hug.
///
Changmin licks his lips nervously, “A-are they there?”
“No, not yet,” Yoochun chuckles. “They’ll be here soon,”
Changmin groans. He was beyond nervous, and a stuttering mess. He wants to have a first good impression on Yoochun’s parents, but he never met them. Not even once. And first impressions weren’t really his things, unless, you call it bad first impressions, then he’ll ace it.
“It’s going to be fine, Min-ah,” Yoochun assures.
“Yeah, right,” Changmin rolls his eyes. “how can you be so sure?”
“I’m not,” Yoochun admits. “but, I have a feeling this would go well.” Yoochun’s eyes widens, “Oh, they’re here!”
Changmin visibly tenses and stands up, bowing low respectfully mumbling a, “hello, Mr. and Mrs. Park.”
Yoochun smiles, “Mom, dad, this is my fiancé, Changmin.”
Yoochun’s dad crosses his arms, arching an eyebrow, and his mom remains stoic.
“What?” Mr. Park didn’t sound so pleased.
Yoochun sighs, starting to become nervous, “My fiancé, dad,”
“Your fiancée,” his mom repeats. “A boy.”
“Yes, mom,” Yoochun nods.
She rummages through her purse and Changmin chants under his breath softly, “Please don’t let it be a knife, please don’t let it be a knife!”
“She’s my mom, not a murderer, you idiot,” Yoochun whispers, hissing.
“Aha!” She exclaims, triumphant, then turns to them, grinning. “Say cheese, you two!” and holds up a camera.
Changmin blinks when the camera flashes.
“What?” he asks stupidly.
His dad also chuckles, patting his son on the back roughly, “Glad to see you tied down, son, other than those lowly, gold-digging low-lifes, he is much more pleasant.”
Changmin blushes at this.
Yoochun smiles charmingly, “Of course, dad, you know I would never marry them.”
Changmin smiles shyly, “Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Park.”
“Aigoo,” Mrs. Park laughs. “so formal! Call us umma and appa, dear.”
Changmin gives a little nod, and smiles, “Ne, umma, appa.”
Mr. Park gives an approving nod, and his mom touches his face, pinching his cheeks, “My, my, how old are you dear?”
Her voice is gently, honey-like and warm. Her smile is beautiful, and Changmin now knows where Yoochun’s beautiful smile came from.
Changmin hides his smile behind his hand, “I’m still 20, umma.”
She squeals and clasps her hand together in delight, “You have found a brilliant boy, Yoochunnie,” her voice turns threatening as she says the next words. “Don’t lose him.”
Yoochun smiles charmingly, “I couldn’t find anyone better.”
Changmin blushes and curses Yoochun to the farthest pits in hell for making him like this.
Sappy, blushing, love struck teenager.
Screw him.
///
The dinner was great, in Changmin’s opinion. In Yoochun’s not so much.
To Yoochun’s embarrassment and to Changmin’s delight, both his parents showed him his baby pictures-which were mostly him being naked, running around the house (naked) and playing in his tree house (also naked).
Even in his early days, he was already a pimp.
“He ran around the house with his underwear on his head, and used his Ben 10 blanket as a cape, pretending to be superman.” His mom chats, giggling.
Changmin laughs, his eyes becoming mismatched and Yoochun’s mom squeals again.
“So cute!” she gushes. “Yoochunnie, as much as I love you, if you ever ever do something to hurt Minnie here, you are so dead,” she glares and her husband chuckles.
“Omma!” Yoochun exclaims. “You’re supposed to be my mom; what about me?!”
“I know, Chunnie,” she lays a comforting hand on his broad shoulder. “but my daughter-in-law is just too cute!”
“D-daughter?!” Changmin splutters while Yoochun lets out a booming laugh.
At her nod, he can’t help but sulk and pout childishly.
“See what I mean?” she says brightly.
“You’re right, mother,” Yoochun says, giving her his mega-watt smile and she pretends to swoon. “definitely the wife in this relationship,” he grins smugly.
Changmin casts him a dark look and looks away, mumbling about shitty boyfriends and being in denial.
///
“What?!” Changmin shrieks. “What do you mean the wedding is next week?”
“Ssh,” Yoochun says and shrugs. “You know how my parents are. They can never hold up too long.”
“Butbutbut,” Changmin whines. “I’m too young to marry!”
Yoochun shakes his head a bit and stares at the younger pleadingly, “Please, Min? You owe me, after all, I was the one who got you out of your marriage 5 years ago.”
Changmin pouts. He was right. He had saved him from getting married to a 38 year old geezer. He sighs.
Yoochun beams, brightening knowing that he had won. “Great!” he exclaims. “And we mutually decided that you should wear the wedding dress.”
///
Changmin pouts, crossing his arms across his chest as they measure his waist.
“Why am I wearing the dress?” he asks, pouting.
“Because, you would look cuter in it,” Yoochun replies.
His eyes widen, looking at Changmin, “26? Really, Min! Now I know for sure that you’re the girl!”
Changmin scowls, “It’s not my fault that I inherited my mom’s genes.”
“Well it’s not my fault I was born with this face,” Yoochun says, biting back a smile.
Changmin rolls his eyes, smirking, “Ha, handsome? As if,”
“But I didn’t say I was handsome,” Yoochun points out, grinning. “You must really like me! Aww,”
“Shut up,” Changmin mumbles, suddenly feeling shy.
Yoochun grins and intertwines their fingers. “I love you, Min-ah,” he says sincerely.
Changmin snorts, not noticing the change, “Yeah, yeah, whatever Chun.”
Yoochun hides his hurt gaze.
///
Changmin closes the door with a sigh when Yoochun left. He was getting married. To his best friend.
He reaches into his pocket when his phone buzzed and he opens it, smiling immediately when he read it.
To: Minnie <3
From: Yunniebear <3
Hey, Min-ah! Want to go out? It’s been long time since we went out Just the two of us.
Changmin smiles brightly. ‘Yunniebear, I still haven’t changed that.’ He muses.
His thumb hovers over the “Edit button” and pressed it.
Yunho, he types. He smiles slightly and replies back.
To: Yunho
From: Minnie <3
Sure, hyung. Where should we meet?
To: Minnie <3
From: Yunho
At the café across the park. Our place.
Changmin bites his lips. Yoochun… He sighs. A friendly meeting wouldn’t hurt.
///
Changmin opens the door to the café, and the bell rings. “hello!” the workers greet politely, and he nods respectfully. He smiles when he spots a hooded figure at the back.
“Hey,” he says, sliding onto the chair across from him.
Yunho smiles bitterly, taking a sip of his coffee. Not bothering for greetings, he asks directly, “So, I heard you’re marrying that Yoochun guy.”
“Yeah, I am,” Changmin replies, confused. “Why?”
“Nothing. Just… I thought you forgotten our promise,” Yunho says.
“Me?” Changmin shrieks incredulously, “Me.” His voice was laced with disbelief, raising a finger, pointing to himself.
Yunho nods, not affected in any way, “Yes, remember? When we were dating.”
“You’re a part of me, Min-ah,” Yunho laughs merrily. “I’ll die if you leave me.”
Changmin blushes, “Don’t say that, hyung. I’ll never leave you.”
Yunho smiles, and laces their fingers together.
“Forever?” Changmin asks meekly.
Yunho chuckles, kissing his lover passionately, “Forever. I promise you.”
Changmin seethes. “No, you did. The night you dumped me, I met him. You’re the one who left me.”
“I thought you met on a beautiful spring day,” Yunho mocks.
“We lied!” Changmin hisses and Yunho smirks. “But… I love him.” Changmin’s eyes narrow threateningly, “If you hurt him in any way, I swear to God, I will kill you.”
Yunho coos, and takes Changmin’s palm with his own. “Now, now, Min. I’m aware you still harbor feelings for me. Now, why don’t we just start over an--”
Changmin yanks his hand out of his grasp. “That was the past. You were my past. He’s my future and forever.”
An arm snakes its way to Changmin’s slim waist, and he jumps before relaxing. Yoochun’s eyes bore into Yunho’s skull.
“I’d appreciate it if you stop harassing my fiancée and leave,” Yoochun says smoothly, voice as cold as ice.
“Fine,” Yunho says, storming out. “I was just about to leave anyway.”
Changmin huffs, leaning into Yoochun’s arms, “It’s a wonder how or why I even fell for him.”
Yoochun shrugs, smiling, “Well, love is blind, as they always say.”
“So,” Changmin says shyly. “Did you hear anything?”
“Every word,” Yoochun chirps and Changmin eyes him wryly.
“Why are you so cheerful?” Changmin asks.
“Because,” Yoochun answers. “The one I love… reciprocates my feelings.”
Changmin blushes, “So that means,”
“I love you,” Yoochun finishes, pulling Changmin for a kiss.
///
I decided to post this today, tell me what you think, guys! ^^ ♥