a cupful of goodbyes and happiness (part ii)
A Cupful of Goodbyes and Happiness
Part ii of ?
Junsu/Yoochun, Jaejoong/Changmin (gradual)
PG-NC-17.
Romance. Drama. Comedy.
Summary: What if the person sitting next to you is the one?
Note: Prequel to coffee mugs and undisclosed desires.
Part i || Part ii
A/n: I'm so sorry if the last few scenes were rushed DD: And I didn't have time to format this post gdi.
Comments and concrits? :DDD
a cupful of goodbyes and happiness; part ii
The man paused right before the seat, lightly rubbing his nose absentmindedly as a frown began to make its way between his brows. He was in the middle of a serious contemplation. Should he sit beside the brunette, as usual? He reached up and smoothened the sides of his soft hair with an inaudible sigh. Something just didn’t feel right today.
Yoochun silently observed said man from the corner of his eyes. Several seconds of indecisiveness -and the slightly adorable sound of feet shuffling- later, the man moved away from Yoochun’s seat, confident determined steps coming to a halt at the back of the bus, sitting at the last row, just behind Yoochun albeit across him.
That’s weird. Why did he suddenly sit behind? Yoochun pondered, lips curved downwards. The man usually sat beside Yoochun. It had become a routine, almost like an unspoken agreement between them, that the seat was the man’s and no other sat there. It felt strange- and dare Yoochun say lonely? Nah, he wasn’t a sensitive girl- that man wasn’t sitting there anymore. Somehow, it irritated Yoochun to no end. Why did he move away? Did he not enjoy Yoochun’s manly presence? The brunette harrumphed loudly, crossing his arms, and scoffed before looking out of the dusty window; a little too late to be feeling offended. He settled on ignoring the gaping wide hole beside him, effectively ridding of the growing disappointment in his heart. And just when Yoochun was beginning to enjoy the man’s presence too. Pftt.
Something in Yoochun’s mind clicked and he stiffened. It couldn’t be that Yoochun smelled right? He gave out a tiny gasp, recalling the man rubbing his nose earlier. The brunette slowly lowered his head in pretence of digging something out of his coat pocket, before taking a deep breath of himself. He took an extra sniff for good measure.
Nope, I’m one helluva delectably scented man. Oh yes.
A small smirk played on his lips -satisfied with himself for smelling wonderful 24/7, no doubt- before sneaking a glance behind to his seat mate- no no, stranger now- and scowling. The stranger was busy looking out the translucent panels of the window, unperturbed by Yoochun’s antics and offended gestures. Yoochun couldn’t believe the nerve of this man. How insensitive.
The brunette sighed loudly and rolled his eyes, leaning closer onto the icy cold window again. Oh well, his loss then.
:: ✈ ::
The bus engine groaned to a stop, signalling the end of the long journey. Yoochun stood from his seat and lightly tugged at his arms, yawning unsightly as he stretched his stiff muscles. The warmness and buzzing movements of the bus had lulled him to sleep. Pulling his raven black coat closer to his slim- oh he could just hear a mini Jaejoong screaming “Scrawny!” at the back of his mind- body, the brunette suavely slung his messenger bag onto his shoulder, the sight of the stranger still sleeping at the back of the bus filling his vision, before he headed out for the door.
Yoochun paused. Wait, that didn’t sound right. Was that a redhead he just saw sleeping at the back of the bus? Yoochun frowned and he whirled around gracelessly, his messenger bag nearly slipping off his shoulders.
The stranger was asleep. And it looks like he missed his stop too.
Well, serves him right, Yoochun thought. No one suddenly changes their seat beside Yoochun and gets away unscathed. No one. Yoochun’s mind laughed evilly and sang in satisfaction.
But it looks like Redhead wasn’t going to wake up any time soon. Before he knew it, cautious feet had dragged him to the man for closer inspection. He stood before the man, both hands on his hip, and scrutinised him closely. His wine red hair was swept to the side, softly framing his gentle features and Yoochun cursed him for having such a cute button nose. And that strong shapely jaw, coupled with the plump juicy lips was enough to make any woman weak in her knees. This man was a looker. Yoochun wondered why he’d never noticed before.
The brunette blinked and immediately jerked backwards, realising that his face was just a couple of inches away from Redhead’s. When did Yoochun lean in this close?
Clearing his throat, Yoochun straightened up and looked at the man again. Was this dude ever going to wake up? Yoochun leaned in and a slightly trembling finger reached out to poke at the man’s cheek, deliberately ignoring the fact that his skin felt so soft under Yoochun’s touch. The brunette’s eyes widened.
Oh hell. This dude was burning up.
A loud, deliberate cough resonated in the now empty bus, and Yoochun looked back, only to see the bus driver scratching the back of his head and tapping his foot impatiently, as he waited for the last two passengers to alight the halted bus. Yoochun contemplated dashing out of the bus and leaving the man to the bus driver.
The brunette’s gaze landed back onto the man’s sleeping face and his eyes softened. Redhead’s cheeks were beginning to flush an unhealthy crimson and his slightly parted plump lips a pale shade of red. And now that Yoochun noticed, his breathing was kind of irregular too. All in all, Redhead didn’t look too good. Yoochun inwardly sighed. Today was just not his day. First his rejected assignment, and now this. Yoochun regarded the man for a moment.
Oh well. I guess it’s no harm being a good Samaritan just for today.
And no, this sudden act of generosity had nothing to do with the fact that Redhead was good-looking, Yoochun swears.
The student slung his messenger bag to the front and knelt slightly, gingerly collecting the extremely heavy man onto his back.
Oh dear god, if I ever break my spine carrying Gorgeous Redhead, tell Jaejoong that he can have my entire cd collection. And porn stash.
Yoochun nodded and forcefully smiled at the impatient bus driver, and through gritted teeth thanked him for waiting for the both of them, before descending the warm bus. The snow was falling hard outside as Yoochun breathed heavily through his mouth. How was he supposed to hurry home in this heavy snow? His grip around Redhead’s legs tightened.
Said man coughed loudly and buried his face deeper into Yoochun’s warm neck, whimpering softly at the sudden transition into icy coldness. Yoochun stiffened. For the love of peanuts, the brunette had this overwhelming motherly urge to coo at the sick man.
Yoochun trudged through the snow, ice crunching noisily under his feet as he slowly made his way back to his apartment complex. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, after all, Yoochun thought, and a cheeky grin lightened up his features. How ironic, he was finally bringing someone home. Literally.
When you’re smiling by yourself, that’s when your smile is at the most sincerest, Yoochun-ah. Yoochun suddenly recalled a voice telling him that.
The snow seemed to lighten up all of a sudden.
:: ✈ ::
Junsu was currently in a predicament. He had no idea where he was. He’d woken up, eyes wild and searching, a cold wet towel threatening to slip off his forehead, only to find that he wasn’t in his own apartment. The room that he was in wasn’t his. It was neon pink. It could belong to a madman.
Did someone kidnap me last night?
The bed creaked under his frantic movements and Junsu stilled. His eyes shifted cautiously. He shouldn’t alert his kidnapper that he’s awake. He looked down, and found himself clad in pink pyjamas. A horrifying, pink pyjamas. With little hearts on it. Junsu felt nauseous all of a sudden. Maybe this was all a dream.
That’s right, Kim. Man up, this is just a dream. I’ll just conjure up quadruplet Changmins dancing in a pink frilly tutu. That’ll surely wake me up once I fall from the bed laughing.
Junsu concentrated. No Changmin appeared.
“Where am I?” Junsu whispered exasperatedly to himself, wanting to just curl up into the warmth of the bed until his head decided to cooperate. His voice was hoarse from sleep.
“In my apartment, of course.” A voice spoke from the doorway. Junsu swiftly looked up. “About time you woke up, sleepyhead.”
Junsu immediately sat up, his face scrunched up in confusion. Why was he in this lovely brunette’s apartment? All he remembered was sitting at the back of the bus, before he decided to rest his eyes for a while because his throbbing head demanded for it.
“How are you feeling?”
Junsu stared at him blankly. Oh, that’s right, Beautiful just asked a question. “Much better than last night, thanks.”
“That’s great. Your fever finally broke, and you look much better now.”
Junsu wasn’t sure if the other’s definition of looking better meant his hair sticking out from weird angles and being dressed in girlish pink pyjamas. A low, menacing grumble echoed in the room.
“If you’re up for it, I made some breakfast.” Yoochun drawled out, eyes twinkling in amusement as he casually leaned against the doorframe. “Bathroom’s that way.” And with that, the brunette left the room, leaving the starving man to his own thoughts of wanting to crawl up in a hole and scream out in embarrassment.
:: ✈ ::
Junsu entered the kitchen feeling much refreshed. He spotted his seat mate frying scrambled eggs in the kitchen.
“Your breakfast is ready on the table.” The brunette called out, without looking back.
Junsu nodded, and sat on the table, looking at the spread before him. Bacon, scrambled eggs and pancakes. Perfect.
“Here’s some orange juice.”
Junsu looked up, voice stuck in his throat. The brunette had taken off his apron, revealing a low v-neck shirt, which was entirely too suggestive this early in the morning. Junsu dropped his fork onto the floor.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll get that.”
The brunette bent down and reached for the fork, oblivious to the other man’s bewildered stare. Junsu was greeted with a full view of the man’s gorgeous chest. His mouth watered.
And it wasn’t because of the scrambled eggs.
Part ii of ?
Junsu/Yoochun, Jaejoong/Changmin (gradual)
PG-NC-17.
Romance. Drama. Comedy.
Summary: What if the person sitting next to you is the one?
Note: Prequel to coffee mugs and undisclosed desires.
Part i || Part ii
A/n: I'm so sorry if the last few scenes were rushed DD: And I didn't have time to format this post gdi.
Comments and concrits? :DDD
a cupful of goodbyes and happiness; part ii
The man paused right before the seat, lightly rubbing his nose absentmindedly as a frown began to make its way between his brows. He was in the middle of a serious contemplation. Should he sit beside the brunette, as usual? He reached up and smoothened the sides of his soft hair with an inaudible sigh. Something just didn’t feel right today.
Yoochun silently observed said man from the corner of his eyes. Several seconds of indecisiveness -and the slightly adorable sound of feet shuffling- later, the man moved away from Yoochun’s seat, confident determined steps coming to a halt at the back of the bus, sitting at the last row, just behind Yoochun albeit across him.
That’s weird. Why did he suddenly sit behind? Yoochun pondered, lips curved downwards. The man usually sat beside Yoochun. It had become a routine, almost like an unspoken agreement between them, that the seat was the man’s and no other sat there. It felt strange- and dare Yoochun say lonely? Nah, he wasn’t a sensitive girl- that man wasn’t sitting there anymore. Somehow, it irritated Yoochun to no end. Why did he move away? Did he not enjoy Yoochun’s manly presence? The brunette harrumphed loudly, crossing his arms, and scoffed before looking out of the dusty window; a little too late to be feeling offended. He settled on ignoring the gaping wide hole beside him, effectively ridding of the growing disappointment in his heart. And just when Yoochun was beginning to enjoy the man’s presence too. Pftt.
Something in Yoochun’s mind clicked and he stiffened. It couldn’t be that Yoochun smelled right? He gave out a tiny gasp, recalling the man rubbing his nose earlier. The brunette slowly lowered his head in pretence of digging something out of his coat pocket, before taking a deep breath of himself. He took an extra sniff for good measure.
Nope, I’m one helluva delectably scented man. Oh yes.
A small smirk played on his lips -satisfied with himself for smelling wonderful 24/7, no doubt- before sneaking a glance behind to his seat mate- no no, stranger now- and scowling. The stranger was busy looking out the translucent panels of the window, unperturbed by Yoochun’s antics and offended gestures. Yoochun couldn’t believe the nerve of this man. How insensitive.
The brunette sighed loudly and rolled his eyes, leaning closer onto the icy cold window again. Oh well, his loss then.
:: ✈ ::
The bus engine groaned to a stop, signalling the end of the long journey. Yoochun stood from his seat and lightly tugged at his arms, yawning unsightly as he stretched his stiff muscles. The warmness and buzzing movements of the bus had lulled him to sleep. Pulling his raven black coat closer to his slim- oh he could just hear a mini Jaejoong screaming “Scrawny!” at the back of his mind- body, the brunette suavely slung his messenger bag onto his shoulder, the sight of the stranger still sleeping at the back of the bus filling his vision, before he headed out for the door.
Yoochun paused. Wait, that didn’t sound right. Was that a redhead he just saw sleeping at the back of the bus? Yoochun frowned and he whirled around gracelessly, his messenger bag nearly slipping off his shoulders.
The stranger was asleep. And it looks like he missed his stop too.
Well, serves him right, Yoochun thought. No one suddenly changes their seat beside Yoochun and gets away unscathed. No one. Yoochun’s mind laughed evilly and sang in satisfaction.
But it looks like Redhead wasn’t going to wake up any time soon. Before he knew it, cautious feet had dragged him to the man for closer inspection. He stood before the man, both hands on his hip, and scrutinised him closely. His wine red hair was swept to the side, softly framing his gentle features and Yoochun cursed him for having such a cute button nose. And that strong shapely jaw, coupled with the plump juicy lips was enough to make any woman weak in her knees. This man was a looker. Yoochun wondered why he’d never noticed before.
The brunette blinked and immediately jerked backwards, realising that his face was just a couple of inches away from Redhead’s. When did Yoochun lean in this close?
Clearing his throat, Yoochun straightened up and looked at the man again. Was this dude ever going to wake up? Yoochun leaned in and a slightly trembling finger reached out to poke at the man’s cheek, deliberately ignoring the fact that his skin felt so soft under Yoochun’s touch. The brunette’s eyes widened.
Oh hell. This dude was burning up.
A loud, deliberate cough resonated in the now empty bus, and Yoochun looked back, only to see the bus driver scratching the back of his head and tapping his foot impatiently, as he waited for the last two passengers to alight the halted bus. Yoochun contemplated dashing out of the bus and leaving the man to the bus driver.
The brunette’s gaze landed back onto the man’s sleeping face and his eyes softened. Redhead’s cheeks were beginning to flush an unhealthy crimson and his slightly parted plump lips a pale shade of red. And now that Yoochun noticed, his breathing was kind of irregular too. All in all, Redhead didn’t look too good. Yoochun inwardly sighed. Today was just not his day. First his rejected assignment, and now this. Yoochun regarded the man for a moment.
Oh well. I guess it’s no harm being a good Samaritan just for today.
And no, this sudden act of generosity had nothing to do with the fact that Redhead was good-looking, Yoochun swears.
The student slung his messenger bag to the front and knelt slightly, gingerly collecting the extremely heavy man onto his back.
Oh dear god, if I ever break my spine carrying Gorgeous Redhead, tell Jaejoong that he can have my entire cd collection. And porn stash.
Yoochun nodded and forcefully smiled at the impatient bus driver, and through gritted teeth thanked him for waiting for the both of them, before descending the warm bus. The snow was falling hard outside as Yoochun breathed heavily through his mouth. How was he supposed to hurry home in this heavy snow? His grip around Redhead’s legs tightened.
Said man coughed loudly and buried his face deeper into Yoochun’s warm neck, whimpering softly at the sudden transition into icy coldness. Yoochun stiffened. For the love of peanuts, the brunette had this overwhelming motherly urge to coo at the sick man.
Yoochun trudged through the snow, ice crunching noisily under his feet as he slowly made his way back to his apartment complex. Maybe this wasn’t so bad, after all, Yoochun thought, and a cheeky grin lightened up his features. How ironic, he was finally bringing someone home. Literally.
When you’re smiling by yourself, that’s when your smile is at the most sincerest, Yoochun-ah. Yoochun suddenly recalled a voice telling him that.
The snow seemed to lighten up all of a sudden.
:: ✈ ::
Junsu was currently in a predicament. He had no idea where he was. He’d woken up, eyes wild and searching, a cold wet towel threatening to slip off his forehead, only to find that he wasn’t in his own apartment. The room that he was in wasn’t his. It was neon pink. It could belong to a madman.
Did someone kidnap me last night?
The bed creaked under his frantic movements and Junsu stilled. His eyes shifted cautiously. He shouldn’t alert his kidnapper that he’s awake. He looked down, and found himself clad in pink pyjamas. A horrifying, pink pyjamas. With little hearts on it. Junsu felt nauseous all of a sudden. Maybe this was all a dream.
That’s right, Kim. Man up, this is just a dream. I’ll just conjure up quadruplet Changmins dancing in a pink frilly tutu. That’ll surely wake me up once I fall from the bed laughing.
Junsu concentrated. No Changmin appeared.
“Where am I?” Junsu whispered exasperatedly to himself, wanting to just curl up into the warmth of the bed until his head decided to cooperate. His voice was hoarse from sleep.
“In my apartment, of course.” A voice spoke from the doorway. Junsu swiftly looked up. “About time you woke up, sleepyhead.”
Junsu immediately sat up, his face scrunched up in confusion. Why was he in this lovely brunette’s apartment? All he remembered was sitting at the back of the bus, before he decided to rest his eyes for a while because his throbbing head demanded for it.
“How are you feeling?”
Junsu stared at him blankly. Oh, that’s right, Beautiful just asked a question. “Much better than last night, thanks.”
“That’s great. Your fever finally broke, and you look much better now.”
Junsu wasn’t sure if the other’s definition of looking better meant his hair sticking out from weird angles and being dressed in girlish pink pyjamas. A low, menacing grumble echoed in the room.
“If you’re up for it, I made some breakfast.” Yoochun drawled out, eyes twinkling in amusement as he casually leaned against the doorframe. “Bathroom’s that way.” And with that, the brunette left the room, leaving the starving man to his own thoughts of wanting to crawl up in a hole and scream out in embarrassment.
:: ✈ ::
Junsu entered the kitchen feeling much refreshed. He spotted his seat mate frying scrambled eggs in the kitchen.
“Your breakfast is ready on the table.” The brunette called out, without looking back.
Junsu nodded, and sat on the table, looking at the spread before him. Bacon, scrambled eggs and pancakes. Perfect.
“Here’s some orange juice.”
Junsu looked up, voice stuck in his throat. The brunette had taken off his apron, revealing a low v-neck shirt, which was entirely too suggestive this early in the morning. Junsu dropped his fork onto the floor.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll get that.”
The brunette bent down and reached for the fork, oblivious to the other man’s bewildered stare. Junsu was greeted with a full view of the man’s gorgeous chest. His mouth watered.
And it wasn’t because of the scrambled eggs.