f: save me
→ save me | PG13 | yunho/yoochun | 2,761wc
→ Yoochun once saved Yunho from his personal darkness. Yunho returns the gesture with his own act of kindness. (kind of... based from One Tree Hill? Yunho as Lucas and Yoochun as Peyton)
→ fanfic for paprika (late birthday present) ;;
When Yoochun first met Yunho, they were at someone’s party. He heard so much about the infamous half-brother before but he never got the chance to meet him, much less talk to him. Jihoon hated his half-brother and he didn’t want any of the people within his social circle associating with him. And so, for almost a few months of dating the famous high school quarterback, Yoochun steered away from Yunho as if he had the plague.
Unfortunately, fate wasn’t on his side all the time and the two eventually ended up meeting each other in the hallways, libraries, classrooms and even during after school activities.
Yunho joined the art club a few months ago. Both were only separated by a thin wall and most of the time; only the two of them remain there for more than an hour or two, or until Jihoon picked him up.
It took about a week before Yunho chanced to man-up and talk to him all on his own.
“That’s… really good.”
Yoochun looked up, eyes widening at the sight of the taller brunet behind him, judging the comic-layout he had drawn on the table. “Thanks.”
Yunho smile and it was so soft that Yoochun had to stare at it for more than a few seconds. “Are you going to have it published on the school paper?”
Shaking his head, Yoochun turned his head to observe the unfinished masterpiece, “I don’t know… but if I can make it to the deadline, maybe I will.” The newspaper needed a comic artist and this was the first time he’s trying out for something. Since his health wasn’t up to par, he's not qualified enough to join any kind of sports activities. Having an open opportunity to actually contribute something to the school activities, Yoochun immediately took the chance and joined.
“I’m sure Hara wouldn’t think twice to accept it.” With that said, Yunho gave a small wave and went on his way home.
Yoochun didn’t know why, but the small gesture and words of encouragement definitely inspired him to finish the last frame.
**
When he showed the finished comic strip to his asshole of a boyfriend, it narrowed down to a nasty argument. Jihoon called it a waste of time and told him that he should just focus on more important things.
Yoochun splashed his cup of coke on his face and walked away.
Their relationship was on the rocks; whatever feelings of affection they had for each other were dwindling and Yoochun could feel it. And besides, Jihoon had been taking tutorial classes with that know-it-all, Lisa Stanford, every after school. The time they have for each other was slowly diminishing into nothingness.
The next time Yunho found him, he was sitting on the bench outside the cafeteria. He offered him pieces of fresh strawberries, which Yoochun took reluctantly and popped into his mouth.
“It’s strange to see you here.” Yunho remarked as he leaned back against the bench and stared afar.
Still chewing, Yoochun narrowed his eyes at the other man and studied him silently. He didn’t know why he was so intrigued by Jihoon’s half-brother and why they seemed to run into each other during the appropriate moments.
“How so?” he finally asked after quite some time of chewing the piece of fruit into pieces.
Yunho offered strawberries and happily watched as Yoochun took another piece. “I always see you in the lion’s den. Don’t get me wrong but,” scratching the back of his head, Yunho sheepishly confessed, “I always thought you didn’t belong there. You looked uncomfortable to say the least.”
The wind blew stronger, tousling both of their hair in different directions. Yet, for the first time in so many years, Yoochun didn’t care about his appearance. He especially enjoyed the way Yunho struggled to keep his hair in place. He was pretty sure his own wasn’t picture-perfect either.
“Is that what you think?” A tip of the head, an uncomfortable cough, a stern awkwardness spreading.
Looking around the field, Yunho took his time to answer. He mustered the courage to set his eyes on the budding artist. “Am I wrong?”
“It’s wrong to assume.” Yoochun suddenly gathered his things and stuffed them inside his bag. Yunho looked particularly stricken at his sudden departure.
“Look I’m sorry-”
Yoochun closed his eyes briefly before he turned on his heels to face the other man, “It’s fine. Just… mind your own business.” Before he could make his escape, a hand shot forward and halted him from taking another step. Yunho was suddenly in front of him, towering over him and Yoochun just stood there, unable to speak.
“He’s not worth it.” Given that lunch break was over, Yunho left him a fleeting smile before he hurried to catch his next class on the third floor.
Yoochun could only watch his retreating back from afar as the last few words remained embedded within his head.
**
It was more than a couple of weeks of silence and ignorance. For some reason, he hadn’t seen Yunho around, not even in the Arts department where they usually hang-out on the remaining hours after school. He did try to look for him, but it was becoming difficult since Jihoon was beginning to notice the tension between the two of them.
On Jihoon’s 20th birthday, Yoochun decided that the guy was no more than a douche bag. He saw him leave with that slut of a tutor of his frequently, which didn’t sit so well with him considering that they were still in a relationship. It also didn’t help the fact that Lisa was also invited and now had been mooning her way into their group of friends. Too annoyed to deal with every load of bull thrown his way, Yoochun pushed the porch’s back door and sat on the swing. He looked like a sulking kid, denied of his usual candy-fix and he didn’t give a damn. Jihoon tried to coax him to go inside and let loose, yet he remained adamantly seated on the chair, kicking the swing back and forth with his thin legs lightly.
“I saw your comic-strip today.”
Yoochun jumped a little at the unexpected presence of his soon to be ex-boyfriend’s half-brother. Yunho had that usual cocky grin on his face, sending a sudden rush of relief and thrill within his whole being. He didn’t realize how much he missed Yunho’s constant bravado until then.
“You did a great job.” Standing in front of him, Yunho dug his hands deep inside his pocket, masking his face with that kind of expression Yoochun wanted to hit with his fist. He can be so damn annoying and adorable at the same time that Yoochun’s always end up hating himself and his fickle mind.
“It's not exactly a masterpiece.”
“Stop demeaning your skills.” Yunho fixed him with a condescending glare, “Your art matters.”
Eyes narrowing dangerously, Yoochun contemplated whether he should hit him or not. “So, all it takes for you to speak to me is to have that comic published?”
Yunho looked critical for a moment, “I thought you wanted me out of your space.”
“I never said that.”
Taking the few remaining steps, Yunho almost answered in a whisper, “I felt it.”
Yoochun swallowed thickly as he watched the taller man stoop low and sit right in front of him. Now at eye-level, it was easy to tell that Yunho wasn’t here to judge him… or to make fun of his life choices. He was here because he sincerely wanted to.
“What do you want me to do?” he queried, almost sounding desperate for something unknown.
The brunet shook his head in response, “It’s not a matter of what I want… what do you want to do?”
As he conjured words in his head how to answer such a despicably difficult question, Yunho was momentarily distracted at what was occurring inside the house. Confused at the sudden rage spreading like a wildfire on Yunho’s face, Yoochun turned around and was shocked to find the old video playing on the TV.
Apparently, Jihoon found an old VHS tape of his dad and Yunho’s mom during Prom night, making promises in front of the camera about staying together for an eternity. It was a huge blow, considering the fact that Yunho’s mother ended up to be the mistress while Jihoon’s mother, the best friend whom their dad cheated on, ended up marrying the good for nothing man.
Betrayed at the humiliation yet smart enough to avoid confrontation, Yunho stormed out of the house, leaving the ugly taunts of an ignorant crowd.
It was then that Yoochun decided to finally break it off with the ever so cruel Jung Jihoon. He should’ve done it earlier… when he threw the newspaper away, telling him how his art won’t contribute anything to the world.
“Hey,” Yoochun called out, ignoring the fact that he successfully gained everyone’s attention in the room. “What the hell, Jihoon?”
Jihoon sneered, “He deserved it… and I saw you two back at the porch. Since when did you start hanging-out with that piece of shit?”
“You disgust me.” He replied with full contempt and unwavering anger.
The taller man even had the gall to put his arms around him, drawing him into a supposedly seductive embrace. “If you’re looking for some stress relief, I’m all yours, babe.”
“If you’re looking for a black eye, it’s in my fist.” A punch on the face followed by the silence of the room ended everything that night.
**
The unexpected news came to him like a gut-wrenching ride on a rollercoaster. It felt like there was a huge cotton ball in his mouth, drying and choking him up to a point of insanity. Life actually felt like sunshine and rainbows when he woke-up this morning, determined to finally give in and provide himself a bit of happiness.
But the image of Yunho kissing Jaejoong, his best friend, on the hallway forever burned his vision, his mentality… and his heart. How did it happen? He didn’t even know Jaejoong knew Yunho and that the two were dating.
So all the ambiguous hints and hopes Yunho had been giving him… had all been a lie. And he just had to find out right after the ugly break-up with Jihoon.
It was all Yoochun thought about all throughout that morning, barely understanding the mathematical equations written on the board. He desperately wanted to go home and curl into a ball. Just when he was about to bolt out of his second period, Jaejoong flourished him with his presence, smiling like a fool in love.
Maybe because he was.
As if his day wasn’t enough shitty as it was, Jaejoong began gushing about Yunho this, Yunho that, Yunho the most perfect man on earth diatribe.
Nodding absently, Yoochun considered ending his friendship with Jaejoong for a moment. But then again, he was one of the few remaining true friends he had… after that brawl with Jihoon; he lost the entire asinine bunch of people following the jock around.
“I hate you.” He muttered against his knuckles.
“Did you say something?” Jaejoong was too caught up in his own cloud nine to hear properly, much to Yoochun’s relief.
“Nothing.” Thankfully, the professor chose to appear on time.
**
The burn of nicotine through his lungs and out of the pharynx calmed him like no other. Nursing a stick between his fingers, Yoochun leaned against the alleyway of an empty building, masking him from the critical eye. He looked up and smiled a little at the clear blue skies. It was perfect, so much so that he almost wished he was some other place, napping underneath it.
“Yoochun.” Yunho called out, suddenly popping out on the corner.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, hardly sparing Yunho the attention he wanted. A thin veil of smoke surpassed his lips, to which the taller man dissolved with a wave of his hand.
Yunho grabbed the cigarette and threw it on the ground, stepping on it twice. Attention successfully caught, Yoochun straightened up with an exaggerated groan of disapproval.
“I heard what happened.” Yunho started carefully, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
‘I wanted to but you were sucking faces with my friend.’ Still avoiding Yunho’s worried gaze, Yoochun fixed his crumpled tee. “What did I tell you about minding your own business?”
Eyebrows rising, Yunho drew the smaller man’s attention with a quick grab of Yoochun’s arm. “I thought you said-”
“Look,” Licking his lips nervously, Yoochun finally mustered the confidence to look into Yunho’s eyes. As predicted, he suddenly felt weakness spreading from the tips of his toes and up to his knees. Yunho and his goddamn good looking face was a fine distraction. “I appreciate the concern, man. I really do. But we can’t… we can’t keep on doing this. You’re with Jaejoong now. He’s my best friend. If there’s a word that would describe him, that would be possessive. If you keep on seeing me like this, he won’t like it and we might end up losing him at the same time.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Yunho asked with unmasked annoyance. “Jaejoong is...”
“Leave me alone.” Yoochun retracted his hand as if Yunho's touch scorched him.
“No.”
“Damn it, Yunho!”
“I'm not... I can't do that, okay? How will I get it through that thick head of yours?”
Heady from the sudden closeness and Yunho's unmistakable scent, Yoochun lifted his chin and glared, at least tried to glare. Face fire red, Yoochun chocked almost in his own spit when he was pulled into an embrace he had been dreaming for days. His eyes immediately zoned on that attractive mole above Yunho's lips.
“I told you, your art matters to me. Did you understand what I was trying to say?” Yoochun shook his head. “Your art... it's what got me here.”
Confused, the shorter male queried, “What do you mean?”
“I was suffering from depression a year ago. You know how it is with my family… sort of.” taking in a shuddering breath, Yunho pressed Yoochun closer and it relieved him when Yoochun simply melted against him. “I saw this monochromatic drawing you submitted last year's Art fair. Do you remember?”
It was a simple picture of a group of people dressed in black and white suits with one figure standing out wearing a bright red shirt. A huge 'They are not you' text imprinted all over the image. Yunho didn't know why, but when he saw that picture, he felt as if tons of bricks were lifted off of his chest. “I was ready to quit back then... if it weren't for you, I would have done something stupid...”
With the pretext of actual thoughts of suicide, Yoochun unconsciously clung harder to the body of a man that might've been gone.
“We saved each other.”
Yunho chuckled, “Somebody's got to.”
He didn't know how it happened or who started it, but Yoochun suddenly found himself pressed against the brick wall with Yunho's soft lips smack dab on his. His lungs burned at the lack of air yet he couldn't find it in himself to push the man away and end the play of their tongues.
“I may be a prick but I'm not a cheater.” Yoochun hissed at the sound of their lips separating. “Jaejoong, he's...”
“We're not together.”
“But I saw you...”
“He came up with this plan and I didn't think it would actually work.”
“What?”
“We'll talk about it later.” Carding long fingers through dark, curly fringes, Yunho moved to entrap him with his mouth made of wonders. “I want to kiss you again.”
Yoochun was not one to complain.
**
“Why did you lie to me?”
Jaejoong blew-off imaginary lint off his shoulder, “Because by the time you notice what's in front of you, that person might end up dating your androgynous best friend in the end.” he flashed him a cheeky smile, “I'm such a great friend, yes?”
“With or without your meddling, I was already planning to confess to him this morning...” Yoochun rolled his eyes and relented, “...ok fine, you are the greatest.” he sat down on the chair next to the conniving blond, dropping the thick calculus book on the table.
“We wouldn't work-out anyway.”
Yoochun looked at him in a peculiar manner, “What?”
With a flash of a bittersweet smile, Jaejoong pretends to drown himself in mathematical theorems, swallowing the huge lump of heartbreak down his throat.
end
→ Yoochun once saved Yunho from his personal darkness. Yunho returns the gesture with his own act of kindness. (kind of... based from One Tree Hill? Yunho as Lucas and Yoochun as Peyton)
→ fanfic for paprika (late birthday present) ;;
When Yoochun first met Yunho, they were at someone’s party. He heard so much about the infamous half-brother before but he never got the chance to meet him, much less talk to him. Jihoon hated his half-brother and he didn’t want any of the people within his social circle associating with him. And so, for almost a few months of dating the famous high school quarterback, Yoochun steered away from Yunho as if he had the plague.
Unfortunately, fate wasn’t on his side all the time and the two eventually ended up meeting each other in the hallways, libraries, classrooms and even during after school activities.
Yunho joined the art club a few months ago. Both were only separated by a thin wall and most of the time; only the two of them remain there for more than an hour or two, or until Jihoon picked him up.
It took about a week before Yunho chanced to man-up and talk to him all on his own.
“That’s… really good.”
Yoochun looked up, eyes widening at the sight of the taller brunet behind him, judging the comic-layout he had drawn on the table. “Thanks.”
Yunho smile and it was so soft that Yoochun had to stare at it for more than a few seconds. “Are you going to have it published on the school paper?”
Shaking his head, Yoochun turned his head to observe the unfinished masterpiece, “I don’t know… but if I can make it to the deadline, maybe I will.” The newspaper needed a comic artist and this was the first time he’s trying out for something. Since his health wasn’t up to par, he's not qualified enough to join any kind of sports activities. Having an open opportunity to actually contribute something to the school activities, Yoochun immediately took the chance and joined.
“I’m sure Hara wouldn’t think twice to accept it.” With that said, Yunho gave a small wave and went on his way home.
Yoochun didn’t know why, but the small gesture and words of encouragement definitely inspired him to finish the last frame.
**
When he showed the finished comic strip to his asshole of a boyfriend, it narrowed down to a nasty argument. Jihoon called it a waste of time and told him that he should just focus on more important things.
Yoochun splashed his cup of coke on his face and walked away.
Their relationship was on the rocks; whatever feelings of affection they had for each other were dwindling and Yoochun could feel it. And besides, Jihoon had been taking tutorial classes with that know-it-all, Lisa Stanford, every after school. The time they have for each other was slowly diminishing into nothingness.
The next time Yunho found him, he was sitting on the bench outside the cafeteria. He offered him pieces of fresh strawberries, which Yoochun took reluctantly and popped into his mouth.
“It’s strange to see you here.” Yunho remarked as he leaned back against the bench and stared afar.
Still chewing, Yoochun narrowed his eyes at the other man and studied him silently. He didn’t know why he was so intrigued by Jihoon’s half-brother and why they seemed to run into each other during the appropriate moments.
“How so?” he finally asked after quite some time of chewing the piece of fruit into pieces.
Yunho offered strawberries and happily watched as Yoochun took another piece. “I always see you in the lion’s den. Don’t get me wrong but,” scratching the back of his head, Yunho sheepishly confessed, “I always thought you didn’t belong there. You looked uncomfortable to say the least.”
The wind blew stronger, tousling both of their hair in different directions. Yet, for the first time in so many years, Yoochun didn’t care about his appearance. He especially enjoyed the way Yunho struggled to keep his hair in place. He was pretty sure his own wasn’t picture-perfect either.
“Is that what you think?” A tip of the head, an uncomfortable cough, a stern awkwardness spreading.
Looking around the field, Yunho took his time to answer. He mustered the courage to set his eyes on the budding artist. “Am I wrong?”
“It’s wrong to assume.” Yoochun suddenly gathered his things and stuffed them inside his bag. Yunho looked particularly stricken at his sudden departure.
“Look I’m sorry-”
Yoochun closed his eyes briefly before he turned on his heels to face the other man, “It’s fine. Just… mind your own business.” Before he could make his escape, a hand shot forward and halted him from taking another step. Yunho was suddenly in front of him, towering over him and Yoochun just stood there, unable to speak.
“He’s not worth it.” Given that lunch break was over, Yunho left him a fleeting smile before he hurried to catch his next class on the third floor.
Yoochun could only watch his retreating back from afar as the last few words remained embedded within his head.
**
It was more than a couple of weeks of silence and ignorance. For some reason, he hadn’t seen Yunho around, not even in the Arts department where they usually hang-out on the remaining hours after school. He did try to look for him, but it was becoming difficult since Jihoon was beginning to notice the tension between the two of them.
On Jihoon’s 20th birthday, Yoochun decided that the guy was no more than a douche bag. He saw him leave with that slut of a tutor of his frequently, which didn’t sit so well with him considering that they were still in a relationship. It also didn’t help the fact that Lisa was also invited and now had been mooning her way into their group of friends. Too annoyed to deal with every load of bull thrown his way, Yoochun pushed the porch’s back door and sat on the swing. He looked like a sulking kid, denied of his usual candy-fix and he didn’t give a damn. Jihoon tried to coax him to go inside and let loose, yet he remained adamantly seated on the chair, kicking the swing back and forth with his thin legs lightly.
“I saw your comic-strip today.”
Yoochun jumped a little at the unexpected presence of his soon to be ex-boyfriend’s half-brother. Yunho had that usual cocky grin on his face, sending a sudden rush of relief and thrill within his whole being. He didn’t realize how much he missed Yunho’s constant bravado until then.
“You did a great job.” Standing in front of him, Yunho dug his hands deep inside his pocket, masking his face with that kind of expression Yoochun wanted to hit with his fist. He can be so damn annoying and adorable at the same time that Yoochun’s always end up hating himself and his fickle mind.
“It's not exactly a masterpiece.”
“Stop demeaning your skills.” Yunho fixed him with a condescending glare, “Your art matters.”
Eyes narrowing dangerously, Yoochun contemplated whether he should hit him or not. “So, all it takes for you to speak to me is to have that comic published?”
Yunho looked critical for a moment, “I thought you wanted me out of your space.”
“I never said that.”
Taking the few remaining steps, Yunho almost answered in a whisper, “I felt it.”
Yoochun swallowed thickly as he watched the taller man stoop low and sit right in front of him. Now at eye-level, it was easy to tell that Yunho wasn’t here to judge him… or to make fun of his life choices. He was here because he sincerely wanted to.
“What do you want me to do?” he queried, almost sounding desperate for something unknown.
The brunet shook his head in response, “It’s not a matter of what I want… what do you want to do?”
As he conjured words in his head how to answer such a despicably difficult question, Yunho was momentarily distracted at what was occurring inside the house. Confused at the sudden rage spreading like a wildfire on Yunho’s face, Yoochun turned around and was shocked to find the old video playing on the TV.
Apparently, Jihoon found an old VHS tape of his dad and Yunho’s mom during Prom night, making promises in front of the camera about staying together for an eternity. It was a huge blow, considering the fact that Yunho’s mother ended up to be the mistress while Jihoon’s mother, the best friend whom their dad cheated on, ended up marrying the good for nothing man.
Betrayed at the humiliation yet smart enough to avoid confrontation, Yunho stormed out of the house, leaving the ugly taunts of an ignorant crowd.
It was then that Yoochun decided to finally break it off with the ever so cruel Jung Jihoon. He should’ve done it earlier… when he threw the newspaper away, telling him how his art won’t contribute anything to the world.
“Hey,” Yoochun called out, ignoring the fact that he successfully gained everyone’s attention in the room. “What the hell, Jihoon?”
Jihoon sneered, “He deserved it… and I saw you two back at the porch. Since when did you start hanging-out with that piece of shit?”
“You disgust me.” He replied with full contempt and unwavering anger.
The taller man even had the gall to put his arms around him, drawing him into a supposedly seductive embrace. “If you’re looking for some stress relief, I’m all yours, babe.”
“If you’re looking for a black eye, it’s in my fist.” A punch on the face followed by the silence of the room ended everything that night.
**
The unexpected news came to him like a gut-wrenching ride on a rollercoaster. It felt like there was a huge cotton ball in his mouth, drying and choking him up to a point of insanity. Life actually felt like sunshine and rainbows when he woke-up this morning, determined to finally give in and provide himself a bit of happiness.
But the image of Yunho kissing Jaejoong, his best friend, on the hallway forever burned his vision, his mentality… and his heart. How did it happen? He didn’t even know Jaejoong knew Yunho and that the two were dating.
So all the ambiguous hints and hopes Yunho had been giving him… had all been a lie. And he just had to find out right after the ugly break-up with Jihoon.
It was all Yoochun thought about all throughout that morning, barely understanding the mathematical equations written on the board. He desperately wanted to go home and curl into a ball. Just when he was about to bolt out of his second period, Jaejoong flourished him with his presence, smiling like a fool in love.
Maybe because he was.
As if his day wasn’t enough shitty as it was, Jaejoong began gushing about Yunho this, Yunho that, Yunho the most perfect man on earth diatribe.
Nodding absently, Yoochun considered ending his friendship with Jaejoong for a moment. But then again, he was one of the few remaining true friends he had… after that brawl with Jihoon; he lost the entire asinine bunch of people following the jock around.
“I hate you.” He muttered against his knuckles.
“Did you say something?” Jaejoong was too caught up in his own cloud nine to hear properly, much to Yoochun’s relief.
“Nothing.” Thankfully, the professor chose to appear on time.
**
The burn of nicotine through his lungs and out of the pharynx calmed him like no other. Nursing a stick between his fingers, Yoochun leaned against the alleyway of an empty building, masking him from the critical eye. He looked up and smiled a little at the clear blue skies. It was perfect, so much so that he almost wished he was some other place, napping underneath it.
“Yoochun.” Yunho called out, suddenly popping out on the corner.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, hardly sparing Yunho the attention he wanted. A thin veil of smoke surpassed his lips, to which the taller man dissolved with a wave of his hand.
Yunho grabbed the cigarette and threw it on the ground, stepping on it twice. Attention successfully caught, Yoochun straightened up with an exaggerated groan of disapproval.
“I heard what happened.” Yunho started carefully, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
‘I wanted to but you were sucking faces with my friend.’ Still avoiding Yunho’s worried gaze, Yoochun fixed his crumpled tee. “What did I tell you about minding your own business?”
Eyebrows rising, Yunho drew the smaller man’s attention with a quick grab of Yoochun’s arm. “I thought you said-”
“Look,” Licking his lips nervously, Yoochun finally mustered the confidence to look into Yunho’s eyes. As predicted, he suddenly felt weakness spreading from the tips of his toes and up to his knees. Yunho and his goddamn good looking face was a fine distraction. “I appreciate the concern, man. I really do. But we can’t… we can’t keep on doing this. You’re with Jaejoong now. He’s my best friend. If there’s a word that would describe him, that would be possessive. If you keep on seeing me like this, he won’t like it and we might end up losing him at the same time.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Yunho asked with unmasked annoyance. “Jaejoong is...”
“Leave me alone.” Yoochun retracted his hand as if Yunho's touch scorched him.
“No.”
“Damn it, Yunho!”
“I'm not... I can't do that, okay? How will I get it through that thick head of yours?”
Heady from the sudden closeness and Yunho's unmistakable scent, Yoochun lifted his chin and glared, at least tried to glare. Face fire red, Yoochun chocked almost in his own spit when he was pulled into an embrace he had been dreaming for days. His eyes immediately zoned on that attractive mole above Yunho's lips.
“I told you, your art matters to me. Did you understand what I was trying to say?” Yoochun shook his head. “Your art... it's what got me here.”
Confused, the shorter male queried, “What do you mean?”
“I was suffering from depression a year ago. You know how it is with my family… sort of.” taking in a shuddering breath, Yunho pressed Yoochun closer and it relieved him when Yoochun simply melted against him. “I saw this monochromatic drawing you submitted last year's Art fair. Do you remember?”
It was a simple picture of a group of people dressed in black and white suits with one figure standing out wearing a bright red shirt. A huge 'They are not you' text imprinted all over the image. Yunho didn't know why, but when he saw that picture, he felt as if tons of bricks were lifted off of his chest. “I was ready to quit back then... if it weren't for you, I would have done something stupid...”
With the pretext of actual thoughts of suicide, Yoochun unconsciously clung harder to the body of a man that might've been gone.
“We saved each other.”
Yunho chuckled, “Somebody's got to.”
He didn't know how it happened or who started it, but Yoochun suddenly found himself pressed against the brick wall with Yunho's soft lips smack dab on his. His lungs burned at the lack of air yet he couldn't find it in himself to push the man away and end the play of their tongues.
“I may be a prick but I'm not a cheater.” Yoochun hissed at the sound of their lips separating. “Jaejoong, he's...”
“We're not together.”
“But I saw you...”
“He came up with this plan and I didn't think it would actually work.”
“What?”
“We'll talk about it later.” Carding long fingers through dark, curly fringes, Yunho moved to entrap him with his mouth made of wonders. “I want to kiss you again.”
Yoochun was not one to complain.
**
“Why did you lie to me?”
Jaejoong blew-off imaginary lint off his shoulder, “Because by the time you notice what's in front of you, that person might end up dating your androgynous best friend in the end.” he flashed him a cheeky smile, “I'm such a great friend, yes?”
“With or without your meddling, I was already planning to confess to him this morning...” Yoochun rolled his eyes and relented, “...ok fine, you are the greatest.” he sat down on the chair next to the conniving blond, dropping the thick calculus book on the table.
“We wouldn't work-out anyway.”
Yoochun looked at him in a peculiar manner, “What?”
With a flash of a bittersweet smile, Jaejoong pretends to drown himself in mathematical theorems, swallowing the huge lump of heartbreak down his throat.
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