[Oneshot] Painting ILU's (PG)
Title: Painting ILU's
Pairings: Junsu/Yoochun
Rating: PG
Warnings: They're a tiny bit more than friends...
Genre: Drama, fluff
A/N: 1. I don't like to give away spoilers in the summary. =D So go read~
2. First Junsu and Yoochun story. Yoosu~ !
Summary: Yoochun wants to paint the bedroom he shares with Junsu. That isn't the only thing he has in mind though. . .
"Let's paint our room, Su."
Junsu blinked and stopped sifting through the heap of neatly hung jeans in his side of the closet. Clad only in his boxers, he turned around to stare at Yoochun, whom was lying on his stomach in their queen size bed flipping through home decor magazines--fully clothed. There were about ten of them scattered around him in a glossy circle.
"...why?"
"Because. Aren't you tired of these boring old white walls?" He flipped through another page or two while his sock-less feet kicked at nothing but air and then his gaze shifted up to Junsu's face expectantly.
"What's wrong with white? It's pure." Junsu said thoughtfully as he turned back around and resumed shifting through the closet. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose a little and he pushed the black plastic frames back up. Sighing, he decided to wear his darkest blue jeans today and took them off of the hanger. Now that he had the bottom part accomplished, he cheered as he wriggled into the jeans. Then, he set out on the daunting task to find a complete outfit that actually matched. Oh, joy.
"The things we do in this room are far from pure Junsu..." Yoochun retorted in a husky voice. He was starring at Junsu's toned back.
"You're such a grease ball." Junsu said quietly and ran a hand through his shortly styled brown hair. A deep sigh resonated from the shorter one and Yoochun knew he was frustrated about finding a shirt. The magazines strung around him were forgotten.
"Do you really expect me to act otherwise when you're standing in front of me like that?" He smiled widely to himself and observed Junsu's actions with an amused expression.
"Like what?" He turned around to face Yoochun and cocked his head to the side. His tadpole eyes were staring innocently at Yoochun until he glanced down at himself and turned beat red. "Oh."
"Exactly." Yoochun chuckled and shifted positions so he was sitting upwards on his knees. A yawn escaped from him as he stretched his arms above his head to stretch the muscles, closing his eyes in the process. When he opened his eyes back up, his gaze lazily landed on a flustered Junsu.
"Uhm...uh..." Junsu stuttered and turned towards their bathroom that was directly across from the closet in their room. "Help me find a shirt!" He said quickly and his voice resonated off the walls. The door shut, and water could be heard a few seconds later with the sound of a tooth brush at work simultaneously following.
Yoochun started laughing softly to himself as he stacked the magazines into a single pile on the bed. "Ahhh~ you act like this is something new, Su." He said and shook his head. A goofy grin was plastered on his face as he got off the bed and headed over to their shared closet. After shifting through the mass of shirts for about thirty seconds, he found the perfect shirt for Junsu.
The water in the bathroom shut off and the door opened slowly.
"Here. Wear this one." Yoochun turned around and handed a white collared shirt to him after taking it off the metal hanger. "It's white and pure, like you. Oh, it should also contrast the darkness of your jeans." Junsu blinked and nodded his head timidly while clutching the shirt to his chest. He went back in the bathroom and shut the door softly. Yoochun waited for him to come out and whistled the tune to rising sun.
A few seconds later the door opened again--quickly this time--and Junsu came out with the shirt on. "I'm sor--"
"Why do you have it buttoned up all the way to your neck?" Yoochun stepped closer to Junsu and started undoing the top two silver buttons. He could feel Junsu's skin getting hot underneath his fingers as they lightly brushed against his neck. "There." He stepped back to admire his work and sure enough, Junsu was blushing.
"I'm not--" Junsu tried to speak again, but Yoochun stepped forward once more and started talking over him.
"You should also roll the sleeves up to about your elbows so you don't get too hot. Not to mention, it's fashionable to take a dress shirt and turn it casual." Yoochun rolled up the cuffs on Junsu's left arm as he spoke and then continued with the right. When he was done he stepped back again and smiled gently. "I knew it would look good on you." He turned around to shut the closet door as a distraction from Junsu's eyes. He wanted to say something. Yoochun could tell.
"I was trying to say that I'm sorry and that I'm not really used to..." His voice was barely a whisper and he paused to take a shaky breath. "us. It is something new to me. I'm used to you being my best friend...up until about three weeks ago." Junsu laughed softly as Yoochun faced towards him again. "It will just takes me some time to get used to, that's all. I'm sorry."
Yoochun laughed too and shrugged his shoulders a little. "It's okay. I love you, so I'll wait." His gaze was locked intensely on Junsu even though his tone was so playful and he was smiling.
Junsu felt the impact of the words and blinked a few times before laughing again. It was supposed to sound light hearted, but Yoochun knew it was a nervous laughter as Junsu quickly changed the subject. "Okay." He nodded firmly and leaned against the bathroom doorframe. "So, what color did you want to paint the room?"
Yoochun got the hint because he knew Junsu and just went along with the lighter change in conversation. "I was thinking something earthy like a green, blue, or maybe brown? I really liked some of the greens and browns in the magazine."
"Hm. Those sound nice. I like warm blues and browns." He nodded in approval and bit his lips in thought.
"Do you want to see them?"
"Sure." Both of them went over to sit on the edge of the bed and Yoochun picked a few magazines from the pile. He had certain pages bookmarked with ripped up post-it notes. After finding the right page Junsu scanned though the colors.
"I don't like any of these blues...they're just not the right kind of blue. You know?" Junsu asked and looked up at Yoochun who had a crease upon his brow. Nevertheless, he nodded and flipped to the pages with greens on one side and browns adjacent.
"Do you like any of these?" Yoochun inquired. Junsu's finger landed on a warm brown that resembled unground coffee beans.
"That one. Definitely." He nodded firmly and Yoochun looked at the color more closely. "It's the color of your eyes, Su." He said without thinking and glanced quickly over to Junsu to see his reaction after realizing it. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding when Junsu laughed.
"Aww~ such a grease ball!" Junsu said and Yoochun grinned.
"I'm your grease ball though."
Junsu laughed louder and playfully slapped Yoochun on the shoulder. "Come on, lets go get the paint."
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Four hours later they were done moving all of the furniture out of the room except their bed and the bare walls were ready to be graced with "Junsu's eye paint", as he had deemed it himself. Both of them were sprawled out in the middle of the bed on their backs, tired from moving heavy furniture. Junsu heard Yoochun's stomach growl and laughed. "Are you hungry?" He patted a hand on the others belly.
"Yeah, a little bit." Yoochun admitted as Junsu sat up. "Where are you going?" He inquired and Junsu looked back at him with an amused expression.
"To the kitchen to make us some sandwiches. Do you want to just sit here and starve?" He laughed loudly as he got up from the bed and headed towards the door. "You can get started without me. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Yoochun grunted as he sat up and stretched his arms high over his head. "Alright." Junsu walked out with a big smile and Yoochun got up to open the first gallon of paint.
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Coming down the hallway from the kitchen, Junsu noticed that the white bedroom door was shut and he wondered why. "Did I shut it before I went to the kitchen?" He shook his head and balanced the plate of sandwiches in one hand while reaching for the doorknob. "Yoochun, why was the do--" He started to ask as the door opened, but soon forgot the question when he saw the paint on the wall in front of him. He froze in his place--with his hand still on the knob--and stared at the wall.
A picture of him and Yoochun together was hung back up on the wall and a brown heart was painted around it. Right underneath the picture Yoochun had written, "Junsu, I love you =]" in paint and drew more hearts all around it. A huge arrow pointing to the right made Junsu's gaze shift towards the wall closest to the bathroom. It read, "I always will, no matter how much time it takes for you to say the same thing to me." in blocky paint letters. Another right arrow directed his sight towards the wall above their bed. "Marry me? >-<" in a writing that looked too fancy to be normal paint was written with another arrow pointing down to a black box sitting open on the bed. A ring was inside.
Junsu started to smile like an idiot and walked further into the room to set the forgotten sandwiches down as Yoochun emerged from behind him and hugged him. "Ahhh~ you beat me back to the room. I was supposed to be here to see your expression~" He pouted childishly and rested his head on Junsu's shoulder. "So, what do you think?"
Junsu didn't speak because he was staring at all of the walls and smiling. Then his eyes settled on the silver ring in the box.
"A-are you...serious?" He finally managed to stutter out. It was barely audible and his eyes were locked on the ring.
"100% serious." Yoochun stated. "You don't have to agree though." He added nonchalantly and swayed Junsu back and forth. "I'll give you time like--"
"Yes."
"--you wanted. Wait, what?" They stopped swaying from side to side.
"Yes. I'll do it!" Junsu's tone was excited as he turned around quickly to hug Yoochun tightly. Then he rushed over to the bed and picked up the box. After putting the ring on his fourth finger, he held it out in front of himself to admire it. "Oh my God! I'm getting married!" He shouted loudly while getting up on the bed and laughing. The next thing he knew, he was jumping like a kid.
Yoochun laughed too and watched Junsu jump around on the bed singing. "Yeah, you're getting married to your own personal grease ball."
A/N: -big sigh- It's done. I kind of liked this one...LOL. Please comment~ I love reading them! Even if it's a simple "Yay!" or a smiley face. =] Also, sorry if there are errors. It's three in the morning, but I couldn't go to sleep because this was in my mind. xD
Pairings: Junsu/Yoochun
Rating: PG
Warnings: They're a tiny bit more than friends...
Genre: Drama, fluff
A/N: 1. I don't like to give away spoilers in the summary. =D So go read~
2. First Junsu and Yoochun story. Yoosu~ !
Summary: Yoochun wants to paint the bedroom he shares with Junsu. That isn't the only thing he has in mind though. . .
"Let's paint our room, Su."
Junsu blinked and stopped sifting through the heap of neatly hung jeans in his side of the closet. Clad only in his boxers, he turned around to stare at Yoochun, whom was lying on his stomach in their queen size bed flipping through home decor magazines--fully clothed. There were about ten of them scattered around him in a glossy circle.
"...why?"
"Because. Aren't you tired of these boring old white walls?" He flipped through another page or two while his sock-less feet kicked at nothing but air and then his gaze shifted up to Junsu's face expectantly.
"What's wrong with white? It's pure." Junsu said thoughtfully as he turned back around and resumed shifting through the closet. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose a little and he pushed the black plastic frames back up. Sighing, he decided to wear his darkest blue jeans today and took them off of the hanger. Now that he had the bottom part accomplished, he cheered as he wriggled into the jeans. Then, he set out on the daunting task to find a complete outfit that actually matched. Oh, joy.
"The things we do in this room are far from pure Junsu..." Yoochun retorted in a husky voice. He was starring at Junsu's toned back.
"You're such a grease ball." Junsu said quietly and ran a hand through his shortly styled brown hair. A deep sigh resonated from the shorter one and Yoochun knew he was frustrated about finding a shirt. The magazines strung around him were forgotten.
"Do you really expect me to act otherwise when you're standing in front of me like that?" He smiled widely to himself and observed Junsu's actions with an amused expression.
"Like what?" He turned around to face Yoochun and cocked his head to the side. His tadpole eyes were staring innocently at Yoochun until he glanced down at himself and turned beat red. "Oh."
"Exactly." Yoochun chuckled and shifted positions so he was sitting upwards on his knees. A yawn escaped from him as he stretched his arms above his head to stretch the muscles, closing his eyes in the process. When he opened his eyes back up, his gaze lazily landed on a flustered Junsu.
"Uhm...uh..." Junsu stuttered and turned towards their bathroom that was directly across from the closet in their room. "Help me find a shirt!" He said quickly and his voice resonated off the walls. The door shut, and water could be heard a few seconds later with the sound of a tooth brush at work simultaneously following.
Yoochun started laughing softly to himself as he stacked the magazines into a single pile on the bed. "Ahhh~ you act like this is something new, Su." He said and shook his head. A goofy grin was plastered on his face as he got off the bed and headed over to their shared closet. After shifting through the mass of shirts for about thirty seconds, he found the perfect shirt for Junsu.
The water in the bathroom shut off and the door opened slowly.
"Here. Wear this one." Yoochun turned around and handed a white collared shirt to him after taking it off the metal hanger. "It's white and pure, like you. Oh, it should also contrast the darkness of your jeans." Junsu blinked and nodded his head timidly while clutching the shirt to his chest. He went back in the bathroom and shut the door softly. Yoochun waited for him to come out and whistled the tune to rising sun.
A few seconds later the door opened again--quickly this time--and Junsu came out with the shirt on. "I'm sor--"
"Why do you have it buttoned up all the way to your neck?" Yoochun stepped closer to Junsu and started undoing the top two silver buttons. He could feel Junsu's skin getting hot underneath his fingers as they lightly brushed against his neck. "There." He stepped back to admire his work and sure enough, Junsu was blushing.
"I'm not--" Junsu tried to speak again, but Yoochun stepped forward once more and started talking over him.
"You should also roll the sleeves up to about your elbows so you don't get too hot. Not to mention, it's fashionable to take a dress shirt and turn it casual." Yoochun rolled up the cuffs on Junsu's left arm as he spoke and then continued with the right. When he was done he stepped back again and smiled gently. "I knew it would look good on you." He turned around to shut the closet door as a distraction from Junsu's eyes. He wanted to say something. Yoochun could tell.
"I was trying to say that I'm sorry and that I'm not really used to..." His voice was barely a whisper and he paused to take a shaky breath. "us. It is something new to me. I'm used to you being my best friend...up until about three weeks ago." Junsu laughed softly as Yoochun faced towards him again. "It will just takes me some time to get used to, that's all. I'm sorry."
Yoochun laughed too and shrugged his shoulders a little. "It's okay. I love you, so I'll wait." His gaze was locked intensely on Junsu even though his tone was so playful and he was smiling.
Junsu felt the impact of the words and blinked a few times before laughing again. It was supposed to sound light hearted, but Yoochun knew it was a nervous laughter as Junsu quickly changed the subject. "Okay." He nodded firmly and leaned against the bathroom doorframe. "So, what color did you want to paint the room?"
Yoochun got the hint because he knew Junsu and just went along with the lighter change in conversation. "I was thinking something earthy like a green, blue, or maybe brown? I really liked some of the greens and browns in the magazine."
"Hm. Those sound nice. I like warm blues and browns." He nodded in approval and bit his lips in thought.
"Do you want to see them?"
"Sure." Both of them went over to sit on the edge of the bed and Yoochun picked a few magazines from the pile. He had certain pages bookmarked with ripped up post-it notes. After finding the right page Junsu scanned though the colors.
"I don't like any of these blues...they're just not the right kind of blue. You know?" Junsu asked and looked up at Yoochun who had a crease upon his brow. Nevertheless, he nodded and flipped to the pages with greens on one side and browns adjacent.
"Do you like any of these?" Yoochun inquired. Junsu's finger landed on a warm brown that resembled unground coffee beans.
"That one. Definitely." He nodded firmly and Yoochun looked at the color more closely. "It's the color of your eyes, Su." He said without thinking and glanced quickly over to Junsu to see his reaction after realizing it. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding when Junsu laughed.
"Aww~ such a grease ball!" Junsu said and Yoochun grinned.
"I'm your grease ball though."
Junsu laughed louder and playfully slapped Yoochun on the shoulder. "Come on, lets go get the paint."
-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-
Four hours later they were done moving all of the furniture out of the room except their bed and the bare walls were ready to be graced with "Junsu's eye paint", as he had deemed it himself. Both of them were sprawled out in the middle of the bed on their backs, tired from moving heavy furniture. Junsu heard Yoochun's stomach growl and laughed. "Are you hungry?" He patted a hand on the others belly.
"Yeah, a little bit." Yoochun admitted as Junsu sat up. "Where are you going?" He inquired and Junsu looked back at him with an amused expression.
"To the kitchen to make us some sandwiches. Do you want to just sit here and starve?" He laughed loudly as he got up from the bed and headed towards the door. "You can get started without me. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Yoochun grunted as he sat up and stretched his arms high over his head. "Alright." Junsu walked out with a big smile and Yoochun got up to open the first gallon of paint.
-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-yoosu-
Coming down the hallway from the kitchen, Junsu noticed that the white bedroom door was shut and he wondered why. "Did I shut it before I went to the kitchen?" He shook his head and balanced the plate of sandwiches in one hand while reaching for the doorknob. "Yoochun, why was the do--" He started to ask as the door opened, but soon forgot the question when he saw the paint on the wall in front of him. He froze in his place--with his hand still on the knob--and stared at the wall.
A picture of him and Yoochun together was hung back up on the wall and a brown heart was painted around it. Right underneath the picture Yoochun had written, "Junsu, I love you =]" in paint and drew more hearts all around it. A huge arrow pointing to the right made Junsu's gaze shift towards the wall closest to the bathroom. It read, "I always will, no matter how much time it takes for you to say the same thing to me." in blocky paint letters. Another right arrow directed his sight towards the wall above their bed. "Marry me? >-<" in a writing that looked too fancy to be normal paint was written with another arrow pointing down to a black box sitting open on the bed. A ring was inside.
Junsu started to smile like an idiot and walked further into the room to set the forgotten sandwiches down as Yoochun emerged from behind him and hugged him. "Ahhh~ you beat me back to the room. I was supposed to be here to see your expression~" He pouted childishly and rested his head on Junsu's shoulder. "So, what do you think?"
Junsu didn't speak because he was staring at all of the walls and smiling. Then his eyes settled on the silver ring in the box.
"A-are you...serious?" He finally managed to stutter out. It was barely audible and his eyes were locked on the ring.
"100% serious." Yoochun stated. "You don't have to agree though." He added nonchalantly and swayed Junsu back and forth. "I'll give you time like--"
"Yes."
"--you wanted. Wait, what?" They stopped swaying from side to side.
"Yes. I'll do it!" Junsu's tone was excited as he turned around quickly to hug Yoochun tightly. Then he rushed over to the bed and picked up the box. After putting the ring on his fourth finger, he held it out in front of himself to admire it. "Oh my God! I'm getting married!" He shouted loudly while getting up on the bed and laughing. The next thing he knew, he was jumping like a kid.
Yoochun laughed too and watched Junsu jump around on the bed singing. "Yeah, you're getting married to your own personal grease ball."
A/N: -big sigh- It's done. I kind of liked this one...LOL. Please comment~ I love reading them! Even if it's a simple "Yay!" or a smiley face. =] Also, sorry if there are errors. It's three in the morning, but I couldn't go to sleep because this was in my mind. xD