Pocky and Purple underwear
Genre: comedy, fluff, romance
Pairing: Taecyeon/Junsu (some Seulong/Junsu)
Rating: pg-13
Words: 2,791
Summary: When there's pocky games, purple underwear and ice cream, life is never boring.
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“Your turn.”
“Okay.” Junsu nodded and spun the arrow. It turned and turned, making Junsu extra anxious. Then it stopped and pointed straight at his own roommate, Taecyeon, whose face bloomed in shock. Jinwoon handed Junsu a pocky stick, but Taec interrupted.
“Do I really have to? Can we skip this?”
Junsu couldn’t help but flash a small disappointed expression and looked at his lap, “It’s okay if Taec doesn’t want to…” Nichkhun caught his hyung’s hidden look and sighed at his oblivious Boston friend, “You can spin it again, Junsu.” With that, the arrow was spun again and this time it pointed towards Seulong, who wriggled his eyebrows at Junsu as a joke, earning a nervous chuckle from the singer.
Junsu held a pocky in his mouth and sat in position. Seulong started biting his way through the pocky stick and Junsu couldn’t help but shut his eyes and back away slightly as he got closer. Seulong, being a competitive person he was kept biting on the short pocky stick. The other members were cheering on them, Changmin throwing weird cat calls, all except Taec, who was uncomfortably shifting on his spot.
Then, Seulong reached a hand out and cupped the back of Junsu’s neck, earning a small “mh!” from Junsu as he gave a last bite on the pocky stick, lips inches away, seemingly touching.
Taecyeon twitched.
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Later, the results showed that Junsu and Seulong won the competition, based on the length of the pocky they shared, well, what’s left of it anyways.
“Was it really an almost kiss?” Taec asked when he was with Seulong in the kitchen, scooping up a bowl of ice-cream.
“Well, for one thing, our lips really did touch a bit.” Seulong stated, somewhat proudly.
Taecyeon, twitched, again.
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“Taec-ah? It’s time to wake up.”
“mh five more minutes… still sleepyahh..”
“But we’re gonna be late!”
“meh..”
“Taec! Wake up!”
Junsu violently shook him, but suddenly an arm was wrapped around his shoulder, pulling him into the bunk, making his head hit hard on the wall. Taecyeon turned his body abruptly, now wide awake from the loud thump, was shocked to find his left arm around and wincing Junsu, who was rubbing his sore head.
“O-owww..” Junsu whined, fighting the tears as a series of stinging pain pricked his head. He really did get a hard blow.
“Hyung, I’m sorry!” Taec held Junsu’s face in his hands, frantically but carefully rubbing his head. “A-ah it’s oka-ayy.” Junsu shakily said, getting dizzy from shaking too much. “Just go and get ready.” He pulled Taec up to his feet; he himself was wobbly from the blow. “Does it hurt a lot?” Taec asked. “Not too much, I just need an ice pack. Now go and shower or we’ll be late!”
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“Junsu-sshi, why do you have a bruise on your head? Did you hurt yourself?” The hairstylist noona asked while she was combing through Junsu’s hair, noticing a pretty large purple spot in the side of his head. Junsu shrugged, “It’s nothing, I just…fell.” The noona raised an eyebrow and shook her head, “Such a clumsy guy.” She teased, purposely pressing on the bruise, causing the lead singer to yelp and whine, making the noona laugh in amusement.
Behind them, Taecyeon was getting his outfit adjusted, so he overheard them completely, he groaned at himself. -Oh God, he has a bruise, it must’ve hurt a lot then…- “Ah I’m such a douche.” He thought aloud. The stylist hyung chuckled in front of him, straitening his collar up, “Well you do look like one.” He joked, earning a punch on the shoulder.
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“Y-yah, what’re you doing?” Junsu squirmed. Taecyeon fingered through his hair until he found the bruise, and pulled a bottle of ointment out of his pocket. “Trying to heal this bruise,” he popped the cap open, “But I said I was okay…” Junsu stated, still trying to get out of his grasp, “It’s gonna get worse if it’s not treated..Stop moving!” Taec demanded. Junsu froze at his tone and obediently stayed down. Taec swiped the cream and gently dabbed them onto the bruise, feeling Junsu flinch abruptly. “It’s hot.” He complained. “Sorry, bear with it for a second.” Taec said, spreading the ointment fully on the bruise and blew on it in attempt to cool it down.
When he was done, Taec released his grip on Junsu. The older rubbed his head, “Thanks, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore.” Taecyeon sighed and handed him the bottle, “If it did hurt, why’d you keep quiet? You should’ve told Minjae hyung or the others.”
“I didn’t want to worry others, but even if I did tell, I’d have to explain it to them, and then I’d get you in trouble…”
“Oh.. Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“I.. I didn’t want to worry you either.”
Taecyeon averted his eyes and back, adjusting his collar. He turned around to walk away, “Idiot.” He chuckled, “Next time just tell me when you’re hurt.”
After just 2 steps, he was hit by a cushion.
“I am not an idiot! I am your hyung!”
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Junsu and Wooyoung got out of the car, after a radio interview they had. They walked straight to the JYP building. Junsu noticed a small group of fans gathered at the entrance.
“Junsu-sshi! We love you! Junsu-sshi!” One particular fanboy was jumping up and down in excitement as Junsu approached. He practically shoved his notebook to the older. Junsu chuckled softly and signed it, as he handed it back the boy, probably a college student, spiky hair and large, happy eyes, clutched onto his hand, “You’re so handsome Junsu-sshi!” he squeaked. Junsu blushed at his words and thanked him, accepting a box of present from the jumpy boy. “Hwaiting!” the boy cheered as Junsu entered the building, still flustered from the attention. Wooyoung just laughed and prodded his shoulder.
“Hey you’re back. What’s that?” Nichkhun pointed at the big purple box Junsu was holding. Wooyoung answered before he could, “He got a present from a fanboy!” Nichkhun cringed at the last word, “Lucky you! But be careful of fanboys, especially the ones who want to marry you.” He shrugged.
Junsu sat on the middle of the living room and unwrapped the box. When he opened the lid, there was a variety of snacks and gifts inside. A packet of sourpatch kids, letters, fresh-made sushi, a huge bag of Pocky and more. “Wow, that kid sure has money.” Nichkhun stated beside him. Junsu grinned happily at the present and took it out one by one. He cut open the sourpatch and chewed on some while inspecting his hew stuff.
“I smell food!” Chansung yelled from his room. Junsu turned around and yelled back, “Want some? Come here!” Immediately Chansung
was kneeling beside him, Junsu handed him the sushi and the younger leapt happily, gobbling down his treat.
Junho looked at the pretty bag of Pocky, Wooyoung beside him. “He gave you a lot of this...” Junho stated at the assortment of flavors. “Can we have some hyung?” the twins asked him. Junsu nodded “Sure, help yourself out.” Wooyoung grabbed the milk flavored sticks, Junho got the strawberry ones and Nichkhun picked the vanilla flavored pocky. Chansung was just munching away on the sushi.
A few seconds later Taecyeon appeared behind Junsu, “What with the commotion?” he rubbed his eyes, awake from his nap. “Junsu hyung got presents from a fanboy!” Chansung babbled with food in his mouth. Taec looked down at Junsu, who was reading the a letter.
“Fanboy?” Taec repeated, plopping down next to Junsu.
“Yeah, he was cute,” Wooyoung said, “and he called Junsu hyung handsome.”
Taecyeon raised an eyebrow and leaned over to Junsu, who was absorbed in reading the letter. The taller peeked at the contents. Nichkhun, too, leaned closer to Junsu from the other side.
“Aww, he calls you cute panda hyung~” Nichkhun giggled, teasing the older.
Junsu’s cheeks flushed when his other dongsaengs start to laugh and tease him. “Ew he’s so in love with you.” Taec bluntly stated, still reading it closely. “S-shut up!” Junsu squeaked, pushing Taec’s face away and pouted angrily. “At least he was thoughtful to give me a gift as a fan.” The smaller boy simply said, folding the letter neatly and put it back inside the box. Taecyeon just laughed at his scolding.
“Hey hyung what’s this?” Junho asked, handing him a thick, folded paper bag.
“Hm?” Junsu opened it and unwrapped the plastics around some purple cloth. The suddenly, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide, cheeks adorned with a dark blush and his mouth was slightly open. “Hyung? What is it?” Junho asked again.
Taecyeon curiously took the cloth from Junsu and unfolded them, a snort bubbled up in his nose when he did and ended bursting out laughing.
“JUNSU HYUNG GOT PURPLE UNDERWEAR FROM A FANBOY!” Taec screamed between breaths as he clutched his stomach, rolling on the ground laughing out loud. The others refrained themselves from laughing because Junsu was still frozen with a flushed face. But then, Nichkhun and Wooyoung ended up holding each other and giggling.
Eventually, Junsu snapped back from reality and crawled over to Taecyeon to snatch back the bunch of underwear from him. “Shut the fuck up, you brute!” Junsu pinched his sides, “I like them!” he said as he hit Taec’s legs. “Ow, ow hyung! But it’s still funny!”
Junsu ignored him and packed his presents back into the box, except for the finished sushi. He was still happy with what his fanboy gave him. He smirked when an orange pack caught his eyes. He threw it to Taecyeon’s lap. “Here, for you because you’re Okrange Fashion Terrorist.” He giggled and took his box into their room. “Yah! I don’t like orange flavored pocky!” he complained but he ate them nonetheless.
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Three days after, Junsu was doodling on his music sheet when Chansung and Nichkhun came barging in.
“Hyung, do you still have that stack of pocky?” The Thai man asked.
“Uhuh, why?”
“Can we have it? It’s for the game.” Khun tugged at his sleeve, using his puppy eyes.
“Okay. Sheesh you guys sure love that game..”
“Yeah because Khun hyung loves skinship,” Chansung laughed. Then he was smacked.
Junsu handed them the box and followed them out of his room. “Oh 2AM boys are here too.” He waved at Kwon, who patted the seat next to him. They sat in a circle, except for Changmin and Taecyeon, who were busy playing videogames.
“How about we partner up today? The winning team get’s to pick ice-cream flavors.”
“How is that even a prize?” Seulong mocked.
“Whatever, I like that! Let’s play.” Wooyoung interrupted.
Kwon grabbed Nichkhun, Wooyoung chose Junho, Jinwoon clung to Chansung and Junsu was left with Seulong.
“Not you again..” Junsu joked. “Heh, you like it.” Seulong patted him.
Kwon did his best at biting the pocky, but Khun chickened out when he got close. -Should’ve grabbed Woo…- the Thai man thought.
Wooyoung vigorously bit through it, but he accidentally tilted and broke off the pocky stick, Junho smacked him. “It’s like watching incest!” Kwon squeaked.
Chansung and Jinwoon did pretty good, they were the couple to beat.
“I don’t know about this…” Junsu was somehow more reluctant than he was the last time. Because when Changmin and Taecyeon finished their videogame, they sat down to watch them. Feeling that particular person’s eyes on them, he was hesitant.
“Don’t be a wet blanket, Su. Close your eyes and it’ll be all over.” Seulong said.
That’s exactly what Junsu did. He didn’t want to ruin the fun. So he put the chocolate stick between his teeth, hugged his knees and shut his eyes. Seulong knelt before him and started to bite at the biscuit.
Taecyeon didn’t feel comfortable at all. Well none of them really did, with this scene. But, he felt like he wanted to be the one biting the biscuit instead. He felt jealous.
-Ugh what am I thinking? Wait, Ong, you’re getting too close. Back away, Su. Back away. Wait, wait what are you doing cupping his cheeks? What! Why are you covering both of your mouth? Too close! Why are Junsu’s eyes getting big? Why is he squirming? Why is his voice muffled? Why is his face red? Seulong! What did you fucking do?!- Taecyeon was getting dizzy with his thoughts in his seat.
When Junsu flew back, there was a deep blush covering his face. There was absolutely no leftovers at all. "Well I guess they win..." Wooyoung said. Seulong smirked and crossed his legs, "Pistachio flavored ice cream, please." he snapped his fingers. Junsu was still stunned, "I-I'll go buy it!" he needed some air anyways. He left, leaving the other One Day members swarming Seulong with questions. Taecyeon followed him out.
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There was an awkward silence when they walked down the street together. "You didn't have to follow.." Junsu said. "It's okay.. I wanted to get some stuff too." Taecyeon replied.
They entered the store and Junsu grabbed the tub of pistachio ice cream and placed it on the counter, Taecyeon held 2 bags of chips while looking at the ice cream selections.
"Hey what about you?"
"What?"
"Which flavor do you want? You both won."
"Um okay. Chocolate? I like that."
"Ok." Taecyeon took a chocolate tub out and payed for it all, despite Junsu's declination.
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When they walked back, Taecyeon purposely slowed down his steps. He blurted out a question without thinking.
“Did he really kiss you?”
“Um, yeah..”
“Was it just a kiss? Nothing more?”
“What do you mean?” Junsu stopped walking. Taecyeon sighed.
“Did he use tongue?”
“uh.. y-yeah.. A little..” Junsu trembled at the memory of Seulong's slimy tongue poking his lips.
Taec dropped the bags and cursed inwardly at what he was about to do.
“Taec? What’s wrong?” Junsu backed up when Taecyeon lightly gripped on his arms. Junsu heartbeat got faster and Taec leaned his face closer until they were just inches apart, Taecyeon’s eyes boring into his, almost glaring. Junsu was intimidated and looked as if he was a scared rabbit, Taec’s ego inflated, ‘heh, cute.’ Junsu blinked and gulped, swiping his tongue over his dry lips. Little does he know that that action will cost him.
Just a sight of that pink flesh made Taecyeon snap. He lurched forward and glued his lips to Junsu’s, whose eyes widened at the contact. He tried to push the taller away but somehow he felt weak in the knees, so he tangled his fingers onto the front of Taec’s shirt, clinging onto him. Sensing his instability, Taec wrapped his arms around his waist, keeping leverage. Junsu shut his eyes and gasped, giving the taller boy the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in, licking every corner he could reach.
“nnhh,” Junsu shivered when the warmth of Taecyeon’s tongue massaging his seeped through his veins.
Eventually, air was needed so Taec pulled away slowly, chuckling when he saw Junsu’s pink, dazed face, he was totally spaced out. Snapping out of the trance, Junsu smacked Taec’s chest, causing the younger to stop laughing.
“What was t-that for?”
“Purification.” Taecyeon simply stated.
“Huh?”
“Did I get Seulong’s taste off you?”
Immediately understanding what he meant, Junsu blushed ten times more than he did. He tried to glare at Taec as the taller leaned closer again, a big satisfied grin on his face. He felt like teasing the older more.
“..or should I do it again?”
To his surprise, Junsu nodded.
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“What took you so long?”
“Junsu needed to buy mouthwash.”
Seulong looked at Junsu with a mock frown; he lifted the smaller boy’s chin up, “Aw was it that bad? Maybe we should try again.” Junsu laughed nervously, fortunately for him, Taec stood between them and crossed his arm, “Hold it, you perv, stop that.”
Seulong looked over Taecyeon’s shoulder to a suspiciously fidgety Junsu. His eyes trailed down the smaller boy’s face till they spotted a fresh hickey barely hidden by his collar. Seulong raised an eyebrow at Taecyeon, and huffed. “Damn Taec, you always get the best stuff,” he said, earning a confused expression from the Bostonian.
He smirked and stepped around Taec, “If you don’t wanna be obvious, you better hide this properly.” He stated, pressing a finger to the small bruise on Junsu’s left collarbone, the poor boy squeaked at the pain. Seulong walked away with a funny grin, while Taec just gawked.
“Hmph, he better not meddle with my stuff,” Taec spat, buttoning Junsu’s collar up properly to hide the evidence. Junsu pouted and whined.
“I’m not an object, you know.”
“Hm, still mine.”
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"Why the fuck is the ice-cream melted?!!"
Well, it was rare that the five-year-old cursed.
A/N : Hope you guys like this... it was a random idea. I'm currently facing exams right now. Maybe I'll update late again. Sorry if you're disappointed >.< i love you guys for supporting me tho <3
Pairing: Taecyeon/Junsu (some Seulong/Junsu)
Rating: pg-13
Words: 2,791
Summary: When there's pocky games, purple underwear and ice cream, life is never boring.
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“Your turn.”
“Okay.” Junsu nodded and spun the arrow. It turned and turned, making Junsu extra anxious. Then it stopped and pointed straight at his own roommate, Taecyeon, whose face bloomed in shock. Jinwoon handed Junsu a pocky stick, but Taec interrupted.
“Do I really have to? Can we skip this?”
Junsu couldn’t help but flash a small disappointed expression and looked at his lap, “It’s okay if Taec doesn’t want to…” Nichkhun caught his hyung’s hidden look and sighed at his oblivious Boston friend, “You can spin it again, Junsu.” With that, the arrow was spun again and this time it pointed towards Seulong, who wriggled his eyebrows at Junsu as a joke, earning a nervous chuckle from the singer.
Junsu held a pocky in his mouth and sat in position. Seulong started biting his way through the pocky stick and Junsu couldn’t help but shut his eyes and back away slightly as he got closer. Seulong, being a competitive person he was kept biting on the short pocky stick. The other members were cheering on them, Changmin throwing weird cat calls, all except Taec, who was uncomfortably shifting on his spot.
Then, Seulong reached a hand out and cupped the back of Junsu’s neck, earning a small “mh!” from Junsu as he gave a last bite on the pocky stick, lips inches away, seemingly touching.
Taecyeon twitched.
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Later, the results showed that Junsu and Seulong won the competition, based on the length of the pocky they shared, well, what’s left of it anyways.
“Was it really an almost kiss?” Taec asked when he was with Seulong in the kitchen, scooping up a bowl of ice-cream.
“Well, for one thing, our lips really did touch a bit.” Seulong stated, somewhat proudly.
Taecyeon, twitched, again.
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“Taec-ah? It’s time to wake up.”
“mh five more minutes… still sleepyahh..”
“But we’re gonna be late!”
“meh..”
“Taec! Wake up!”
Junsu violently shook him, but suddenly an arm was wrapped around his shoulder, pulling him into the bunk, making his head hit hard on the wall. Taecyeon turned his body abruptly, now wide awake from the loud thump, was shocked to find his left arm around and wincing Junsu, who was rubbing his sore head.
“O-owww..” Junsu whined, fighting the tears as a series of stinging pain pricked his head. He really did get a hard blow.
“Hyung, I’m sorry!” Taec held Junsu’s face in his hands, frantically but carefully rubbing his head. “A-ah it’s oka-ayy.” Junsu shakily said, getting dizzy from shaking too much. “Just go and get ready.” He pulled Taec up to his feet; he himself was wobbly from the blow. “Does it hurt a lot?” Taec asked. “Not too much, I just need an ice pack. Now go and shower or we’ll be late!”
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“Junsu-sshi, why do you have a bruise on your head? Did you hurt yourself?” The hairstylist noona asked while she was combing through Junsu’s hair, noticing a pretty large purple spot in the side of his head. Junsu shrugged, “It’s nothing, I just…fell.” The noona raised an eyebrow and shook her head, “Such a clumsy guy.” She teased, purposely pressing on the bruise, causing the lead singer to yelp and whine, making the noona laugh in amusement.
Behind them, Taecyeon was getting his outfit adjusted, so he overheard them completely, he groaned at himself. -Oh God, he has a bruise, it must’ve hurt a lot then…- “Ah I’m such a douche.” He thought aloud. The stylist hyung chuckled in front of him, straitening his collar up, “Well you do look like one.” He joked, earning a punch on the shoulder.
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“Y-yah, what’re you doing?” Junsu squirmed. Taecyeon fingered through his hair until he found the bruise, and pulled a bottle of ointment out of his pocket. “Trying to heal this bruise,” he popped the cap open, “But I said I was okay…” Junsu stated, still trying to get out of his grasp, “It’s gonna get worse if it’s not treated..Stop moving!” Taec demanded. Junsu froze at his tone and obediently stayed down. Taec swiped the cream and gently dabbed them onto the bruise, feeling Junsu flinch abruptly. “It’s hot.” He complained. “Sorry, bear with it for a second.” Taec said, spreading the ointment fully on the bruise and blew on it in attempt to cool it down.
When he was done, Taec released his grip on Junsu. The older rubbed his head, “Thanks, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore.” Taecyeon sighed and handed him the bottle, “If it did hurt, why’d you keep quiet? You should’ve told Minjae hyung or the others.”
“I didn’t want to worry others, but even if I did tell, I’d have to explain it to them, and then I’d get you in trouble…”
“Oh.. Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“I.. I didn’t want to worry you either.”
Taecyeon averted his eyes and back, adjusting his collar. He turned around to walk away, “Idiot.” He chuckled, “Next time just tell me when you’re hurt.”
After just 2 steps, he was hit by a cushion.
“I am not an idiot! I am your hyung!”
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Junsu and Wooyoung got out of the car, after a radio interview they had. They walked straight to the JYP building. Junsu noticed a small group of fans gathered at the entrance.
“Junsu-sshi! We love you! Junsu-sshi!” One particular fanboy was jumping up and down in excitement as Junsu approached. He practically shoved his notebook to the older. Junsu chuckled softly and signed it, as he handed it back the boy, probably a college student, spiky hair and large, happy eyes, clutched onto his hand, “You’re so handsome Junsu-sshi!” he squeaked. Junsu blushed at his words and thanked him, accepting a box of present from the jumpy boy. “Hwaiting!” the boy cheered as Junsu entered the building, still flustered from the attention. Wooyoung just laughed and prodded his shoulder.
“Hey you’re back. What’s that?” Nichkhun pointed at the big purple box Junsu was holding. Wooyoung answered before he could, “He got a present from a fanboy!” Nichkhun cringed at the last word, “Lucky you! But be careful of fanboys, especially the ones who want to marry you.” He shrugged.
Junsu sat on the middle of the living room and unwrapped the box. When he opened the lid, there was a variety of snacks and gifts inside. A packet of sourpatch kids, letters, fresh-made sushi, a huge bag of Pocky and more. “Wow, that kid sure has money.” Nichkhun stated beside him. Junsu grinned happily at the present and took it out one by one. He cut open the sourpatch and chewed on some while inspecting his hew stuff.
“I smell food!” Chansung yelled from his room. Junsu turned around and yelled back, “Want some? Come here!” Immediately Chansung
was kneeling beside him, Junsu handed him the sushi and the younger leapt happily, gobbling down his treat.
Junho looked at the pretty bag of Pocky, Wooyoung beside him. “He gave you a lot of this...” Junho stated at the assortment of flavors. “Can we have some hyung?” the twins asked him. Junsu nodded “Sure, help yourself out.” Wooyoung grabbed the milk flavored sticks, Junho got the strawberry ones and Nichkhun picked the vanilla flavored pocky. Chansung was just munching away on the sushi.
A few seconds later Taecyeon appeared behind Junsu, “What with the commotion?” he rubbed his eyes, awake from his nap. “Junsu hyung got presents from a fanboy!” Chansung babbled with food in his mouth. Taec looked down at Junsu, who was reading the a letter.
“Fanboy?” Taec repeated, plopping down next to Junsu.
“Yeah, he was cute,” Wooyoung said, “and he called Junsu hyung handsome.”
Taecyeon raised an eyebrow and leaned over to Junsu, who was absorbed in reading the letter. The taller peeked at the contents. Nichkhun, too, leaned closer to Junsu from the other side.
“Aww, he calls you cute panda hyung~” Nichkhun giggled, teasing the older.
Junsu’s cheeks flushed when his other dongsaengs start to laugh and tease him. “Ew he’s so in love with you.” Taec bluntly stated, still reading it closely. “S-shut up!” Junsu squeaked, pushing Taec’s face away and pouted angrily. “At least he was thoughtful to give me a gift as a fan.” The smaller boy simply said, folding the letter neatly and put it back inside the box. Taecyeon just laughed at his scolding.
“Hey hyung what’s this?” Junho asked, handing him a thick, folded paper bag.
“Hm?” Junsu opened it and unwrapped the plastics around some purple cloth. The suddenly, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide, cheeks adorned with a dark blush and his mouth was slightly open. “Hyung? What is it?” Junho asked again.
Taecyeon curiously took the cloth from Junsu and unfolded them, a snort bubbled up in his nose when he did and ended bursting out laughing.
“JUNSU HYUNG GOT PURPLE UNDERWEAR FROM A FANBOY!” Taec screamed between breaths as he clutched his stomach, rolling on the ground laughing out loud. The others refrained themselves from laughing because Junsu was still frozen with a flushed face. But then, Nichkhun and Wooyoung ended up holding each other and giggling.
Eventually, Junsu snapped back from reality and crawled over to Taecyeon to snatch back the bunch of underwear from him. “Shut the fuck up, you brute!” Junsu pinched his sides, “I like them!” he said as he hit Taec’s legs. “Ow, ow hyung! But it’s still funny!”
Junsu ignored him and packed his presents back into the box, except for the finished sushi. He was still happy with what his fanboy gave him. He smirked when an orange pack caught his eyes. He threw it to Taecyeon’s lap. “Here, for you because you’re Okrange Fashion Terrorist.” He giggled and took his box into their room. “Yah! I don’t like orange flavored pocky!” he complained but he ate them nonetheless.
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Three days after, Junsu was doodling on his music sheet when Chansung and Nichkhun came barging in.
“Hyung, do you still have that stack of pocky?” The Thai man asked.
“Uhuh, why?”
“Can we have it? It’s for the game.” Khun tugged at his sleeve, using his puppy eyes.
“Okay. Sheesh you guys sure love that game..”
“Yeah because Khun hyung loves skinship,” Chansung laughed. Then he was smacked.
Junsu handed them the box and followed them out of his room. “Oh 2AM boys are here too.” He waved at Kwon, who patted the seat next to him. They sat in a circle, except for Changmin and Taecyeon, who were busy playing videogames.
“How about we partner up today? The winning team get’s to pick ice-cream flavors.”
“How is that even a prize?” Seulong mocked.
“Whatever, I like that! Let’s play.” Wooyoung interrupted.
Kwon grabbed Nichkhun, Wooyoung chose Junho, Jinwoon clung to Chansung and Junsu was left with Seulong.
“Not you again..” Junsu joked. “Heh, you like it.” Seulong patted him.
Kwon did his best at biting the pocky, but Khun chickened out when he got close. -Should’ve grabbed Woo…- the Thai man thought.
Wooyoung vigorously bit through it, but he accidentally tilted and broke off the pocky stick, Junho smacked him. “It’s like watching incest!” Kwon squeaked.
Chansung and Jinwoon did pretty good, they were the couple to beat.
“I don’t know about this…” Junsu was somehow more reluctant than he was the last time. Because when Changmin and Taecyeon finished their videogame, they sat down to watch them. Feeling that particular person’s eyes on them, he was hesitant.
“Don’t be a wet blanket, Su. Close your eyes and it’ll be all over.” Seulong said.
That’s exactly what Junsu did. He didn’t want to ruin the fun. So he put the chocolate stick between his teeth, hugged his knees and shut his eyes. Seulong knelt before him and started to bite at the biscuit.
Taecyeon didn’t feel comfortable at all. Well none of them really did, with this scene. But, he felt like he wanted to be the one biting the biscuit instead. He felt jealous.
-Ugh what am I thinking? Wait, Ong, you’re getting too close. Back away, Su. Back away. Wait, wait what are you doing cupping his cheeks? What! Why are you covering both of your mouth? Too close! Why are Junsu’s eyes getting big? Why is he squirming? Why is his voice muffled? Why is his face red? Seulong! What did you fucking do?!- Taecyeon was getting dizzy with his thoughts in his seat.
When Junsu flew back, there was a deep blush covering his face. There was absolutely no leftovers at all. "Well I guess they win..." Wooyoung said. Seulong smirked and crossed his legs, "Pistachio flavored ice cream, please." he snapped his fingers. Junsu was still stunned, "I-I'll go buy it!" he needed some air anyways. He left, leaving the other One Day members swarming Seulong with questions. Taecyeon followed him out.
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There was an awkward silence when they walked down the street together. "You didn't have to follow.." Junsu said. "It's okay.. I wanted to get some stuff too." Taecyeon replied.
They entered the store and Junsu grabbed the tub of pistachio ice cream and placed it on the counter, Taecyeon held 2 bags of chips while looking at the ice cream selections.
"Hey what about you?"
"What?"
"Which flavor do you want? You both won."
"Um okay. Chocolate? I like that."
"Ok." Taecyeon took a chocolate tub out and payed for it all, despite Junsu's declination.
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When they walked back, Taecyeon purposely slowed down his steps. He blurted out a question without thinking.
“Did he really kiss you?”
“Um, yeah..”
“Was it just a kiss? Nothing more?”
“What do you mean?” Junsu stopped walking. Taecyeon sighed.
“Did he use tongue?”
“uh.. y-yeah.. A little..” Junsu trembled at the memory of Seulong's slimy tongue poking his lips.
Taec dropped the bags and cursed inwardly at what he was about to do.
“Taec? What’s wrong?” Junsu backed up when Taecyeon lightly gripped on his arms. Junsu heartbeat got faster and Taec leaned his face closer until they were just inches apart, Taecyeon’s eyes boring into his, almost glaring. Junsu was intimidated and looked as if he was a scared rabbit, Taec’s ego inflated, ‘heh, cute.’ Junsu blinked and gulped, swiping his tongue over his dry lips. Little does he know that that action will cost him.
Just a sight of that pink flesh made Taecyeon snap. He lurched forward and glued his lips to Junsu’s, whose eyes widened at the contact. He tried to push the taller away but somehow he felt weak in the knees, so he tangled his fingers onto the front of Taec’s shirt, clinging onto him. Sensing his instability, Taec wrapped his arms around his waist, keeping leverage. Junsu shut his eyes and gasped, giving the taller boy the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in, licking every corner he could reach.
“nnhh,” Junsu shivered when the warmth of Taecyeon’s tongue massaging his seeped through his veins.
Eventually, air was needed so Taec pulled away slowly, chuckling when he saw Junsu’s pink, dazed face, he was totally spaced out. Snapping out of the trance, Junsu smacked Taec’s chest, causing the younger to stop laughing.
“What was t-that for?”
“Purification.” Taecyeon simply stated.
“Huh?”
“Did I get Seulong’s taste off you?”
Immediately understanding what he meant, Junsu blushed ten times more than he did. He tried to glare at Taec as the taller leaned closer again, a big satisfied grin on his face. He felt like teasing the older more.
“..or should I do it again?”
To his surprise, Junsu nodded.
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“What took you so long?”
“Junsu needed to buy mouthwash.”
Seulong looked at Junsu with a mock frown; he lifted the smaller boy’s chin up, “Aw was it that bad? Maybe we should try again.” Junsu laughed nervously, fortunately for him, Taec stood between them and crossed his arm, “Hold it, you perv, stop that.”
Seulong looked over Taecyeon’s shoulder to a suspiciously fidgety Junsu. His eyes trailed down the smaller boy’s face till they spotted a fresh hickey barely hidden by his collar. Seulong raised an eyebrow at Taecyeon, and huffed. “Damn Taec, you always get the best stuff,” he said, earning a confused expression from the Bostonian.
He smirked and stepped around Taec, “If you don’t wanna be obvious, you better hide this properly.” He stated, pressing a finger to the small bruise on Junsu’s left collarbone, the poor boy squeaked at the pain. Seulong walked away with a funny grin, while Taec just gawked.
“Hmph, he better not meddle with my stuff,” Taec spat, buttoning Junsu’s collar up properly to hide the evidence. Junsu pouted and whined.
“I’m not an object, you know.”
“Hm, still mine.”
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"Why the fuck is the ice-cream melted?!!"
Well, it was rare that the five-year-old cursed.
A/N : Hope you guys like this... it was a random idea. I'm currently facing exams right now. Maybe I'll update late again. Sorry if you're disappointed >.< i love you guys for supporting me tho <3