[fic] Deadline;
Deadline;
yunho/yoochun, implied yoochun/changmin; rated pg-13
crack crack crack, humor
author's note: I don't even know what I was doing when I wrote this. I can't write Yunho to save my life, so. But I hope you enjoy anyway. Comments are loved and appreciated.
sdofsdoij kind of based off of a similar situation with readyforever.
ps. I was nicer to her. (In a different way 8])
Yunho hates writing papers. For an English major, this always presents a huge problem. He waits and waits and procrastinates because he knows that he has someone to count on.
(It isn't that I don't like writing papers, Yoochunah, I just get stuck.
Yeah, okay, Yunho. Right.)
That person is one Park Yoochun. A fellow English major who secretly loves writing papers and the fact that someone like Yunho counts on him. Yunho's the perfect guy: awesome at sports, stellar at academics, a great friend. So, Yoochun doesn't mind helping. After all, they have a good give and take relationship.
(C'mon, Yoochunah. This is the last one. And I'll introduce you to that friend of mine. You know, the-
The one whose legs go on for miles, right? That one?
Film ma- Ah, yeah. That one. You know what they say...
...they run fast? Whatever. Fine. How many pages?)
Sometimes, it doesn't go as planned, but Yoochun never holds it against Yunho... for too long.
(No. No. You said last time it was the last one.
But I have this friend, I think you'll really like him.
Do you remember the last friend you thought I'd really, really like, Yunho?
I paid for the replacement windows!
I didn't even know someone's voice could go that high.)
It's a match made in heaven, Yoochun jokes one day and Yunho never lets him live it down.
But one day, just like the life of any college student, Yoochun snaps and tells Yunho that the deal is off. He's written too many good papers for too many bad sex experiences. The benefits aren't nearly as good as they had been and, to be honest, Yoochun just doesn't want to write any more papers.
(You can't be serious. Yoochunah.
Like a fucking heart attack, Yunho. Write your own.
But what about Changmin?
What about Changmin?
You're living with him now, right?
He hasn't started running.)
They don't talk for a few days. Yoochun makes a point just actively ignoring him. The class they share is the only time they see each other and Yoochun is always late and leaves early.
He knows that paper is due and he waits. He waits for the phone call that he knows is coming.
3:30AM. Yoochun looked at the clock on his nightstand.
And ignored his phone.
3:35AM. Yoochun groaned and rolled on his side.
And ignored his phone.
3:37AM. He was left with two choices: throw the phone against the wall, or...
"...hello?"
"Yoochunah, you answered. Hey."
"Mmm, fuck off, Yunho."
3:39AM.
"What?"
"Hey."
"What time is it?"
"3:40 in the morning."
"...why are you calling me at 3:40 in the morning?"
"I have a paper due at eight.
...Yoochunah?
Hello?"
3:45AM.
"I swear to fucking God, I will chop off your dick and shove it up your ass, Yunho. I told you the last paper was the last one."
And with that, Yoochun turned off his phone.
4AM.
"...what the hell are you doing here?"
Yunho was standing in the hallway outside his apartment. Yoochun could've killed him.
"You're not wearing pants. I brought coffee."
"...thanks. Did you bring your references?"
"Yeah, it's all in here. Thanks, Yoochunah."
"You better be good at giving head, Yunho. You owe me big time for this."
4:36AM.
"...how's it going?"
Yunho kept peering over Yoochun's shoulder, causing him to close the laptop.
"Swimmingly. How about you shut up and make more coffee."
4:54AM.
"Can I read over what you have?"
"No."
"....why?"
"I'm in the zone."
"You're checking your e-mail!"
"The break zone."
5:39AM.
"What about now?"
"What about now?"
"Can I see it now?"
"No."
6:59AM.
It was complete. It took Yoochun far less time than he expected. It probably wasn't his best work, but it was finished. Thank God. Yoochun could go back to sleep.
"Did you fall asleep? Get up, asshole, it's finished."
"...I could kiss you right now."
Lips crash against lips.
"Yeah, I know. You should." Keep doing that. "You should do a lot of things to me right now. You have an hour before class."
Hands snake through hair.
"Really?"
"Really."
Bodies press close.
"Perfect."
"Of course."
A change of scenery from the couch to the bed.
"Why did you put on pants?"
"So you could take them off, hyung."
7:45AM.
"...hey, question."
"Mmm?"
"Where's Changminah?"
"Filming."
"Oh, really? What?"
"Us."
And Yunho started looking for the camera.
(So I have this friend...
The tables have turned.
I think you'll really like him. You like them girly anyway. Don't make that face, just trust me, okay?
...okay.
His name is Jaejoong.)
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yunho/yoochun, implied yoochun/changmin; rated pg-13
crack crack crack, humor
author's note: I don't even know what I was doing when I wrote this. I can't write Yunho to save my life, so. But I hope you enjoy anyway. Comments are loved and appreciated.
sdofsdoij kind of based off of a similar situation with readyforever.
ps. I was nicer to her. (In a different way 8])
Yunho hates writing papers. For an English major, this always presents a huge problem. He waits and waits and procrastinates because he knows that he has someone to count on.
(It isn't that I don't like writing papers, Yoochunah, I just get stuck.
Yeah, okay, Yunho. Right.)
That person is one Park Yoochun. A fellow English major who secretly loves writing papers and the fact that someone like Yunho counts on him. Yunho's the perfect guy: awesome at sports, stellar at academics, a great friend. So, Yoochun doesn't mind helping. After all, they have a good give and take relationship.
(C'mon, Yoochunah. This is the last one. And I'll introduce you to that friend of mine. You know, the-
The one whose legs go on for miles, right? That one?
Film ma- Ah, yeah. That one. You know what they say...
...they run fast? Whatever. Fine. How many pages?)
Sometimes, it doesn't go as planned, but Yoochun never holds it against Yunho... for too long.
(No. No. You said last time it was the last one.
But I have this friend, I think you'll really like him.
Do you remember the last friend you thought I'd really, really like, Yunho?
I paid for the replacement windows!
I didn't even know someone's voice could go that high.)
It's a match made in heaven, Yoochun jokes one day and Yunho never lets him live it down.
But one day, just like the life of any college student, Yoochun snaps and tells Yunho that the deal is off. He's written too many good papers for too many bad sex experiences. The benefits aren't nearly as good as they had been and, to be honest, Yoochun just doesn't want to write any more papers.
(You can't be serious. Yoochunah.
Like a fucking heart attack, Yunho. Write your own.
But what about Changmin?
What about Changmin?
You're living with him now, right?
He hasn't started running.)
They don't talk for a few days. Yoochun makes a point just actively ignoring him. The class they share is the only time they see each other and Yoochun is always late and leaves early.
He knows that paper is due and he waits. He waits for the phone call that he knows is coming.
3:30AM. Yoochun looked at the clock on his nightstand.
And ignored his phone.
3:35AM. Yoochun groaned and rolled on his side.
And ignored his phone.
3:37AM. He was left with two choices: throw the phone against the wall, or...
"...hello?"
"Yoochunah, you answered. Hey."
"Mmm, fuck off, Yunho."
3:39AM.
"What?"
"Hey."
"What time is it?"
"3:40 in the morning."
"...why are you calling me at 3:40 in the morning?"
"I have a paper due at eight.
...Yoochunah?
Hello?"
3:45AM.
"I swear to fucking God, I will chop off your dick and shove it up your ass, Yunho. I told you the last paper was the last one."
And with that, Yoochun turned off his phone.
4AM.
"...what the hell are you doing here?"
Yunho was standing in the hallway outside his apartment. Yoochun could've killed him.
"You're not wearing pants. I brought coffee."
"...thanks. Did you bring your references?"
"Yeah, it's all in here. Thanks, Yoochunah."
"You better be good at giving head, Yunho. You owe me big time for this."
4:36AM.
"...how's it going?"
Yunho kept peering over Yoochun's shoulder, causing him to close the laptop.
"Swimmingly. How about you shut up and make more coffee."
4:54AM.
"Can I read over what you have?"
"No."
"....why?"
"I'm in the zone."
"You're checking your e-mail!"
"The break zone."
5:39AM.
"What about now?"
"What about now?"
"Can I see it now?"
"No."
6:59AM.
It was complete. It took Yoochun far less time than he expected. It probably wasn't his best work, but it was finished. Thank God. Yoochun could go back to sleep.
"Did you fall asleep? Get up, asshole, it's finished."
"...I could kiss you right now."
Lips crash against lips.
"Yeah, I know. You should." Keep doing that. "You should do a lot of things to me right now. You have an hour before class."
Hands snake through hair.
"Really?"
"Really."
Bodies press close.
"Perfect."
"Of course."
A change of scenery from the couch to the bed.
"Why did you put on pants?"
"So you could take them off, hyung."
7:45AM.
"...hey, question."
"Mmm?"
"Where's Changminah?"
"Filming."
"Oh, really? What?"
"Us."
And Yunho started looking for the camera.
(So I have this friend...
The tables have turned.
I think you'll really like him. You like them girly anyway. Don't make that face, just trust me, okay?
...okay.
His name is Jaejoong.)
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