One...(Part 3)
One …
Title: One
Author: projectmimiko
Rating: PG
Summary: A bored Yoochun proposes something that Junsu just can’t seem to say no to. And it just might change their lives. “What if I kissed you …?”
Genre: Fluff/ One shot?
Pairing: Yoosu
A/N: This is part of the "One.." series. To understand what's going on please check out the previous chapters. Thanks =)
Part 1, Part 2
Special thanks to "karmentvxq" for her line tip~ =D
Part Three:
Dreams and Schemes
It was a quiet Sunday morning; the sun was mild, the birds outside happily chirping…people walking in the street had a bounce to their step…the world was at peace. Even the 동방신기men had the day off. Everything was great-except the fact that it had been almost two weeks since Junsu last spoke to his friend, and vice versa.
[Here Junsu let out a sigh as he pressed the game controller buttons, disinterested-not caring that he was losing.]
It wasn’t as if he and Yoochun were having a fight-quite the opposite.
[Junsu let out another sigh as the TV screen read ‘GAME OVER.’]
Opposite-in the fact that it was a certain …close proximity that occurred that caused them to separate. Was he even making sense?!
[He let out another sigh.]
Ever since their kiss…ever since then…he’d been avoiding Yoochun because he couldn’t help wanting to kiss him again. Images of Yoochun’s bare chest from the bathroom episode flashed before him. As weird as that sounded to him after the first few days, he was now comfortable in admitting it to himself. Usually he’d freak out about the whole idea of thinking about his friend’s bare chest …but now that was all his mind seemed to focus on …that and some other things….
Junsu took a deep breath, ready to let out another sigh when a pillow was tossed in his face. “What was that for?” Junsu bit back at the maknae lying on his bed on the other side of the room, attempting to read.
“You keep sighing, and it’s getting on my nerves.”
Junsu stared at him, now hugging the pillow to his body. He wanted to chide him for being disrespected, but he didn’t feel like it. His mind was on other things.
Changmin looked up from his book to find his youngest hyung just staring at him. He had expected him to retort with some silly comeback, or throw things at him. When none of that happened and he noticed the blank stare of his hyung-he got worried.
He sighed and sat up, disregarding his book now. “Okay, spill it. What’s wrong?”
Junsu’s eyes widened-he’d been doing that a lot recently-at the sudden question.
Changmin shrugged it out. “You obviously want to say something about what’s bothering you. That’s why you keep sighing. So what’s up?
“It’s nothing.”
“Are we starting that ‘it wasn’t nothing thing’ again?”
Junsu pouted and shook his head, no he didn’t want to start that again…considering what the outcome came to. “Okay…I’ll tell you-but you have to promise to keep it a secret, okay?” he whispered.
Changmin raised his brow. “Why are you whispering?”
Junsu attempted to glare at him, but his innocent face appeared more annoyed than mad. “Do you want me to tell you or not?!” He continued to whisper feverishly, although they were the only two in their room.
Changmin rolled his eyes but obliged, “What now?” he whispered. The older man patted the seat next to him. He was currently sitting at the corner of his bed, back against the wall, hugging the pillow that Changmin tossed between his arms and legs, peaking gingerly over said pillow. Changmin resisted the urge to sigh again as he left his warm bed to sit next to his hyung. “Anything else, oh annoying one?”
Junsu ignored the snarky comment and leaned in closer to the maknae, and whispered. “I think I like Yoochun…”
“Well,” Changmin began only to the ‘sshhhed’ and smacked. He lowered his voice to appease his trigger happy hyung. “Well, I like Yoochun hyung too, so what?”
Apparently his attempts to appease his hyung weren’t accepted as Junsu smacked him again. “I thought you were the ‘smart one’? I mean I like like him!”
“Okay~? Once again, so what?” Changmin leaned back.
“Wait, you’re not surprised?”
“I can’t say I’m not surprised…at the same time, it doesn’t seem to be too far fetched…”
“I have no idea what you mean…just tell me what to do~”
“About what?” Changmin questioned, and bit back a smile at Junsu’s frustration. He loved to toy with the man.
“Me and Yoochun!” Junsu yelled-already forgetting his whispering bit. Immediately after the words left his lips, he slapped his hand around his mouth, and flushed red. Changmin bit his cheeks to prevent himself from bursting out in laughter.
“About me and Yoochun…”Junsu repeated, but remembering to whisper this time.
“I say, do nothing. Unless you want to mess with the status quo and have something really bad happen-”
“Like what…?”
“I don’t know, maybe being attacked by hundreds of Yoosu supporters, or the world blowing up-”
Junsu paused and glared at the maknae who smiled and raised his hands in surrender. “Chill man, I’m just trying to lighten up the mood-”
“What should I do if the status quo has already changed?” Junsu turned bashful again, squeezing his pillow tighter in his arms and diverting his gaze as he spoke; Changmin also noted a faint blush.
“What do you mean? What happened?”
Junsu flushed a brighter pink, “Well…” he buried his face in the pillows. “We kinda sorta kissed-” he murmured into the pillow-though Changmin heard him.
“How the hell can you kinda sorta kiss?! What, did he trip and his lips fell on yours?”
Junsu blushed harder. “No! It wasn’t like that, stupid!”
“Okay~ well it was probably a peck or something right? You can always say it was an accident…then there’s nothing to worry about…”Changmin paused when her saw his hyung shake his head and blush harder.
“It was a little bit more than a peck.” He confessed.
“Geez, you guys made out already?! You might as well just slept with him.” He commented offhandedly.
When Junsu blushed a shade of red that’d put a ripe tomato to shame and diverted his eyes once more, Changmin’s eyes widened. “OH MY GAWD! Don’t tell me you actually slept with him?!!!”
Junsu got over his embarrassment long enough to smack the younger man. “Of course not!바보~!” But that didn’t mean he didn’t think about it. Junsu blushed harder at that thought. For some stupid reason he thought that if reading the fics were enough to cause them to so that then maybe reading some angst or whatever could…I dunno know, somehow reverse it. Except he was just lucky enough to stumble across some …eh…interesting smut. That’s why, coupled with his visual of Yoochun’s chest, he couldn’t get thoughts like those out of his head.
Changmin grinned watching the emotions play out on his hyungs face. He cleared his throat to bring the other man from his reverie and continued, “Well, you keep saying it wasn’t nothing. Meaning you must really have felt something more with the kiss, right? So, have you tried talking to him about it? About…what you’re …eh…feeling?”
“Um, why would I?” Junsu stared at the man as if he’d grown two heads.
“Are you stupid or something? You know, never mind that. I’ll be right back.” He cut Junsu off when he wanted to reprimand him and walked out of the room, leaving Junsu to wonder just what the heck was up with his maknae…or never mind him, what was he going to do about Yoochun?!
*~*~*
Changmin walked out of his and Junsu’s room and down the hallway towards the work room. He briefly paused to inquire what Jaejoong was cooking before he reached his destination. In the workroom was Yoochun, hovering over his piano caressing the keys to a new melody and briefly pausing to write it down. He knew he’ll find him here. Unlike Junsu who spent his time hiding in the room, Yoochun ignored Junsu by busying himself with writing music. When Yoochun was in front of a piano no one existed-but even Junsu? Let’s test that theory!
The maknae took a deep breath and walked up to Yoochun. “Yoochun-hyung~” He called out, when Yoochun didn’t answer, Changmin easily reached over the older man and pulled the music sheet away from him and strolled out of the room. It took a second or two before Yoochun could recognize what just happened, and by the time he did Changmin was long gone.
“Hey, bastard! Give me my music sheet!” Yoochun warned as he stood up roughly knocking the bench over and lunged in Changmin’s direction. He caught up to him in front of his and Junsu’s shared room. And just as Yoochun was about to yell at him again and grab the sheets, Changmin flung them into the room. When Yoochun made a grab for the scattered sheets Changmin waved and locked the door behind him, with the last words being, “You two figure it out!”
Yoochun banged on the door loudly, “Ya! Changmin! You’re so dead when I get out, you hear?!”
“We’ll see~” Changmin taunted from the other side, pulling the door shut. And because he knew the only way to lock the door was from inside, then quicker the two men solve their problems the quicker he could leave.
Yoochun let out a frustrated sigh. What the hell possessed Changmin to grab his composition like that?! He ran his hand through his hair and turned to pick up his fallen music sheets only to notice the room’s other occupant crouched in the corner of his bed, looking extremely confused and at the same time annoyed.
Yoochun froze, looking more like a deer in the headlights, as he stared back at Junsu. The same person he’d been trying to get out of his mind.
Junsu himself froze, trying to very hard not to stare at the man dressed in loose shirt and an unbuttoned shirt though it was freezing in the apartment. If he could, he’d rather melt into the wall at his back rather that be stuck in the same room and this man. He felt a blush creeping up as he diverted his eyes from Yoochun’s bare chest that peeked up from under his unbuttoned shirt as he slid of the bed and started picking up the sheet music, anything was better than staring. Silently Junsu made a mental note to kill Changmin.
The shuffling paper’s alerted Yoochun back to reality. Just as Junsu paused to read the music sheet, Yoochun panicked and snatched the paper away. “I didn’t give you permission to read that!” He snapped, he didn’t mean to but ...well, lets just say that the song he was working on could be considered more of a confession than one of his latest masterpieces.
Junsu looked up at him surprised. “I was just trying to help, stupid!” It was easier being mean; it would be easier this way. All of a sudden he felt a dull throbbing in his hand. Junsu turned back to notice a trick of blood bubble up from his broken skin. A paper cut. “Look what you did, idiot.” He murmured before putting his finger in his mouth in an attempt to control the bleeding.
Yoochun paused, the music sheets-confession now hung loosely in his hands. It seemed so unimportant, so trivial now. Ashamed he murmured, “Sorry.”
Junsu, with the finger still in his mouth, shook his head, as if to say its okay.
“Want me to do that for you?” Yoochun suddenly asked with a sly smile.
Junsu blushed, and suddenly he could imagine Yoochun’s cool lips and warm breath on his finger tips…Not good. “No, it’s fine now…” he pulled back his finger to examine it. The tiny trickling of blood had stopped, leaving only a trace of metal in his mouth.
“Oh.”
Awkwardly the seconds ticked by, only to be broken by Changmin’s voice filtering through the door. “You guys done making out yet?!”
Yoochun flushed, as he whispered feverishly to the younger man, “What does he mean by that?”
Junsu patted a part of the bed next to him, like he did with Changmin, inviting the man to sit. When Yoochun took the seat, he spoke up, with his face cocked shyly and his cheeks flushed. “I kinda sorta told him about…you know…”
Yoochun’s cheeks rivaled Junsu’s now. He ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips while in thought-bad move. Junsu’s eyes diverted straight to those pink lips formed in a small frown. Without meaning to Junsu felt himself drawing close to Yoochun, his eyes still hadn’t left those lips. By the time that Yoochun realized that was happening, he had less than a second to pull away before Junsu’s pressed his lips against this, he eyes closed burning into his mind the memory of the man’s lips.
Slowly he pulled back and opened his eyes to stare at the shocked man. “Crap…” he began to murmur and stood up about to flee. “I didn’t mean-” Before he could finish his excuse Yoochun grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back. The younger man crashed into his chest. The music sheets where sent flying about the room and Yoochun falling backward. Yoochun took the momentum to flip their positions with Junsu now on his back, pinning his arms at his side.
“What are y-”
“C’mon Junsu, you can’t tease with just one and expect me to let you go, y’kno.” With that Yoochun leaned in and capture his lips in another kiss. It didn’t take long for the other man to reciprocate that kiss…a kiss that vaguely reminded him of their first kiss-this time a new hunger fueled them and neither wanted it to end. Unfortunately, being human, they needed to breathe, so soon they pulled apart.
Yoochun continued to straddle the younger man, his arms on both side of his head and he whispered huskily, breathless. “Where did you think you were going? Don’t you know what your kisses do to me?”
Junsu was flushed, he couldn’t tell if it was because of the kiss or what, “But I thought you said-”
“Well, I lied.” He leaned in and placed a peck on his lips. “It wasn’t nothing for me either.” With that he didn’t wait fro the man to reply; instead he captured his lips again. And man, did that fourth kiss taste oh so sweet~
*~*~*
Outside the door.
Upon hearing only muffled sounds, Changmin released the door handle he’d been holding shut, and grinned proudly to himself. Just then padded feet alerted him to Yunho and Jaejoong.
“What are you going?” Jaejoong inquired.
“Mission complete.” Changmin flashed a peace sign. “Thanks for helping me plant those fics, hyung.”
“Oh! That! No Problem! So I take it it worked?” Yunho questioned
“Of course~”
Jaejoong playfully wrapped his arms around Yunho’s waist, “What worked?”
“Changmin’s plan to get Yoochun and Junsu together.” He replied absentmindedly stroking the fingers entwined at his waist.
“Awesome, isn’t it?” Changmin boasted. “One pair of idiots down, one more pair to go!”
Both Yunho and Jaejoong turned to Changmin confused. “One more pair? Who?”
Changmin rolled his eyes and headed for the kitchen. “Never mind~”
FIN
~*~*
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Okay… I know I have some explaining to do. I know I said I’ll try to post by end of January but it’s May now. I apologize~ really. There was a lot going on. This past semester in school was the worst of my life. (I’m studying to be a nurse-so u can only guess how hard it is =___=) I had finished writing the rough draft for this chappie in the beginning of February, but then something happened with my mother and yea…then school screwed me up again ….so here we are. Now I’m on break for 2 weeks before going back again. I have other stories hand written, but I’m sure I won’t be able to post in these coming two weeks however, I’ll type ‘em up and post one every other week until I get the chance to write more… and everyone knows how this recent news with our boys is discouraging …so it gets really hard to keep on doing this...
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Title: One
Author: projectmimiko
Rating: PG
Summary: A bored Yoochun proposes something that Junsu just can’t seem to say no to. And it just might change their lives. “What if I kissed you …?”
Genre: Fluff/ One shot?
Pairing: Yoosu
A/N: This is part of the "One.." series. To understand what's going on please check out the previous chapters. Thanks =)
Part 1, Part 2
Special thanks to "karmentvxq" for her line tip~ =D
Part Three:
Dreams and Schemes
It was a quiet Sunday morning; the sun was mild, the birds outside happily chirping…people walking in the street had a bounce to their step…the world was at peace. Even the 동방신기men had the day off. Everything was great-except the fact that it had been almost two weeks since Junsu last spoke to his friend, and vice versa.
[Here Junsu let out a sigh as he pressed the game controller buttons, disinterested-not caring that he was losing.]
It wasn’t as if he and Yoochun were having a fight-quite the opposite.
[Junsu let out another sigh as the TV screen read ‘GAME OVER.’]
Opposite-in the fact that it was a certain …close proximity that occurred that caused them to separate. Was he even making sense?!
[He let out another sigh.]
Ever since their kiss…ever since then…he’d been avoiding Yoochun because he couldn’t help wanting to kiss him again. Images of Yoochun’s bare chest from the bathroom episode flashed before him. As weird as that sounded to him after the first few days, he was now comfortable in admitting it to himself. Usually he’d freak out about the whole idea of thinking about his friend’s bare chest …but now that was all his mind seemed to focus on …that and some other things….
Junsu took a deep breath, ready to let out another sigh when a pillow was tossed in his face. “What was that for?” Junsu bit back at the maknae lying on his bed on the other side of the room, attempting to read.
“You keep sighing, and it’s getting on my nerves.”
Junsu stared at him, now hugging the pillow to his body. He wanted to chide him for being disrespected, but he didn’t feel like it. His mind was on other things.
Changmin looked up from his book to find his youngest hyung just staring at him. He had expected him to retort with some silly comeback, or throw things at him. When none of that happened and he noticed the blank stare of his hyung-he got worried.
He sighed and sat up, disregarding his book now. “Okay, spill it. What’s wrong?”
Junsu’s eyes widened-he’d been doing that a lot recently-at the sudden question.
Changmin shrugged it out. “You obviously want to say something about what’s bothering you. That’s why you keep sighing. So what’s up?
“It’s nothing.”
“Are we starting that ‘it wasn’t nothing thing’ again?”
Junsu pouted and shook his head, no he didn’t want to start that again…considering what the outcome came to. “Okay…I’ll tell you-but you have to promise to keep it a secret, okay?” he whispered.
Changmin raised his brow. “Why are you whispering?”
Junsu attempted to glare at him, but his innocent face appeared more annoyed than mad. “Do you want me to tell you or not?!” He continued to whisper feverishly, although they were the only two in their room.
Changmin rolled his eyes but obliged, “What now?” he whispered. The older man patted the seat next to him. He was currently sitting at the corner of his bed, back against the wall, hugging the pillow that Changmin tossed between his arms and legs, peaking gingerly over said pillow. Changmin resisted the urge to sigh again as he left his warm bed to sit next to his hyung. “Anything else, oh annoying one?”
Junsu ignored the snarky comment and leaned in closer to the maknae, and whispered. “I think I like Yoochun…”
“Well,” Changmin began only to the ‘sshhhed’ and smacked. He lowered his voice to appease his trigger happy hyung. “Well, I like Yoochun hyung too, so what?”
Apparently his attempts to appease his hyung weren’t accepted as Junsu smacked him again. “I thought you were the ‘smart one’? I mean I like like him!”
“Okay~? Once again, so what?” Changmin leaned back.
“Wait, you’re not surprised?”
“I can’t say I’m not surprised…at the same time, it doesn’t seem to be too far fetched…”
“I have no idea what you mean…just tell me what to do~”
“About what?” Changmin questioned, and bit back a smile at Junsu’s frustration. He loved to toy with the man.
“Me and Yoochun!” Junsu yelled-already forgetting his whispering bit. Immediately after the words left his lips, he slapped his hand around his mouth, and flushed red. Changmin bit his cheeks to prevent himself from bursting out in laughter.
“About me and Yoochun…”Junsu repeated, but remembering to whisper this time.
“I say, do nothing. Unless you want to mess with the status quo and have something really bad happen-”
“Like what…?”
“I don’t know, maybe being attacked by hundreds of Yoosu supporters, or the world blowing up-”
Junsu paused and glared at the maknae who smiled and raised his hands in surrender. “Chill man, I’m just trying to lighten up the mood-”
“What should I do if the status quo has already changed?” Junsu turned bashful again, squeezing his pillow tighter in his arms and diverting his gaze as he spoke; Changmin also noted a faint blush.
“What do you mean? What happened?”
Junsu flushed a brighter pink, “Well…” he buried his face in the pillows. “We kinda sorta kissed-” he murmured into the pillow-though Changmin heard him.
“How the hell can you kinda sorta kiss?! What, did he trip and his lips fell on yours?”
Junsu blushed harder. “No! It wasn’t like that, stupid!”
“Okay~ well it was probably a peck or something right? You can always say it was an accident…then there’s nothing to worry about…”Changmin paused when her saw his hyung shake his head and blush harder.
“It was a little bit more than a peck.” He confessed.
“Geez, you guys made out already?! You might as well just slept with him.” He commented offhandedly.
When Junsu blushed a shade of red that’d put a ripe tomato to shame and diverted his eyes once more, Changmin’s eyes widened. “OH MY GAWD! Don’t tell me you actually slept with him?!!!”
Junsu got over his embarrassment long enough to smack the younger man. “Of course not!바보~!” But that didn’t mean he didn’t think about it. Junsu blushed harder at that thought. For some stupid reason he thought that if reading the fics were enough to cause them to so that then maybe reading some angst or whatever could…I dunno know, somehow reverse it. Except he was just lucky enough to stumble across some …eh…interesting smut. That’s why, coupled with his visual of Yoochun’s chest, he couldn’t get thoughts like those out of his head.
Changmin grinned watching the emotions play out on his hyungs face. He cleared his throat to bring the other man from his reverie and continued, “Well, you keep saying it wasn’t nothing. Meaning you must really have felt something more with the kiss, right? So, have you tried talking to him about it? About…what you’re …eh…feeling?”
“Um, why would I?” Junsu stared at the man as if he’d grown two heads.
“Are you stupid or something? You know, never mind that. I’ll be right back.” He cut Junsu off when he wanted to reprimand him and walked out of the room, leaving Junsu to wonder just what the heck was up with his maknae…or never mind him, what was he going to do about Yoochun?!
*~*~*
Changmin walked out of his and Junsu’s room and down the hallway towards the work room. He briefly paused to inquire what Jaejoong was cooking before he reached his destination. In the workroom was Yoochun, hovering over his piano caressing the keys to a new melody and briefly pausing to write it down. He knew he’ll find him here. Unlike Junsu who spent his time hiding in the room, Yoochun ignored Junsu by busying himself with writing music. When Yoochun was in front of a piano no one existed-but even Junsu? Let’s test that theory!
The maknae took a deep breath and walked up to Yoochun. “Yoochun-hyung~” He called out, when Yoochun didn’t answer, Changmin easily reached over the older man and pulled the music sheet away from him and strolled out of the room. It took a second or two before Yoochun could recognize what just happened, and by the time he did Changmin was long gone.
“Hey, bastard! Give me my music sheet!” Yoochun warned as he stood up roughly knocking the bench over and lunged in Changmin’s direction. He caught up to him in front of his and Junsu’s shared room. And just as Yoochun was about to yell at him again and grab the sheets, Changmin flung them into the room. When Yoochun made a grab for the scattered sheets Changmin waved and locked the door behind him, with the last words being, “You two figure it out!”
Yoochun banged on the door loudly, “Ya! Changmin! You’re so dead when I get out, you hear?!”
“We’ll see~” Changmin taunted from the other side, pulling the door shut. And because he knew the only way to lock the door was from inside, then quicker the two men solve their problems the quicker he could leave.
Yoochun let out a frustrated sigh. What the hell possessed Changmin to grab his composition like that?! He ran his hand through his hair and turned to pick up his fallen music sheets only to notice the room’s other occupant crouched in the corner of his bed, looking extremely confused and at the same time annoyed.
Yoochun froze, looking more like a deer in the headlights, as he stared back at Junsu. The same person he’d been trying to get out of his mind.
Junsu himself froze, trying to very hard not to stare at the man dressed in loose shirt and an unbuttoned shirt though it was freezing in the apartment. If he could, he’d rather melt into the wall at his back rather that be stuck in the same room and this man. He felt a blush creeping up as he diverted his eyes from Yoochun’s bare chest that peeked up from under his unbuttoned shirt as he slid of the bed and started picking up the sheet music, anything was better than staring. Silently Junsu made a mental note to kill Changmin.
The shuffling paper’s alerted Yoochun back to reality. Just as Junsu paused to read the music sheet, Yoochun panicked and snatched the paper away. “I didn’t give you permission to read that!” He snapped, he didn’t mean to but ...well, lets just say that the song he was working on could be considered more of a confession than one of his latest masterpieces.
Junsu looked up at him surprised. “I was just trying to help, stupid!” It was easier being mean; it would be easier this way. All of a sudden he felt a dull throbbing in his hand. Junsu turned back to notice a trick of blood bubble up from his broken skin. A paper cut. “Look what you did, idiot.” He murmured before putting his finger in his mouth in an attempt to control the bleeding.
Yoochun paused, the music sheets-confession now hung loosely in his hands. It seemed so unimportant, so trivial now. Ashamed he murmured, “Sorry.”
Junsu, with the finger still in his mouth, shook his head, as if to say its okay.
“Want me to do that for you?” Yoochun suddenly asked with a sly smile.
Junsu blushed, and suddenly he could imagine Yoochun’s cool lips and warm breath on his finger tips…Not good. “No, it’s fine now…” he pulled back his finger to examine it. The tiny trickling of blood had stopped, leaving only a trace of metal in his mouth.
“Oh.”
Awkwardly the seconds ticked by, only to be broken by Changmin’s voice filtering through the door. “You guys done making out yet?!”
Yoochun flushed, as he whispered feverishly to the younger man, “What does he mean by that?”
Junsu patted a part of the bed next to him, like he did with Changmin, inviting the man to sit. When Yoochun took the seat, he spoke up, with his face cocked shyly and his cheeks flushed. “I kinda sorta told him about…you know…”
Yoochun’s cheeks rivaled Junsu’s now. He ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips while in thought-bad move. Junsu’s eyes diverted straight to those pink lips formed in a small frown. Without meaning to Junsu felt himself drawing close to Yoochun, his eyes still hadn’t left those lips. By the time that Yoochun realized that was happening, he had less than a second to pull away before Junsu’s pressed his lips against this, he eyes closed burning into his mind the memory of the man’s lips.
Slowly he pulled back and opened his eyes to stare at the shocked man. “Crap…” he began to murmur and stood up about to flee. “I didn’t mean-” Before he could finish his excuse Yoochun grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back. The younger man crashed into his chest. The music sheets where sent flying about the room and Yoochun falling backward. Yoochun took the momentum to flip their positions with Junsu now on his back, pinning his arms at his side.
“What are y-”
“C’mon Junsu, you can’t tease with just one and expect me to let you go, y’kno.” With that Yoochun leaned in and capture his lips in another kiss. It didn’t take long for the other man to reciprocate that kiss…a kiss that vaguely reminded him of their first kiss-this time a new hunger fueled them and neither wanted it to end. Unfortunately, being human, they needed to breathe, so soon they pulled apart.
Yoochun continued to straddle the younger man, his arms on both side of his head and he whispered huskily, breathless. “Where did you think you were going? Don’t you know what your kisses do to me?”
Junsu was flushed, he couldn’t tell if it was because of the kiss or what, “But I thought you said-”
“Well, I lied.” He leaned in and placed a peck on his lips. “It wasn’t nothing for me either.” With that he didn’t wait fro the man to reply; instead he captured his lips again. And man, did that fourth kiss taste oh so sweet~
*~*~*
Outside the door.
Upon hearing only muffled sounds, Changmin released the door handle he’d been holding shut, and grinned proudly to himself. Just then padded feet alerted him to Yunho and Jaejoong.
“What are you going?” Jaejoong inquired.
“Mission complete.” Changmin flashed a peace sign. “Thanks for helping me plant those fics, hyung.”
“Oh! That! No Problem! So I take it it worked?” Yunho questioned
“Of course~”
Jaejoong playfully wrapped his arms around Yunho’s waist, “What worked?”
“Changmin’s plan to get Yoochun and Junsu together.” He replied absentmindedly stroking the fingers entwined at his waist.
“Awesome, isn’t it?” Changmin boasted. “One pair of idiots down, one more pair to go!”
Both Yunho and Jaejoong turned to Changmin confused. “One more pair? Who?”
Changmin rolled his eyes and headed for the kitchen. “Never mind~”
FIN
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Eh…? So, good, bad, so-so? What did you think?
Okay… I know I have some explaining to do. I know I said I’ll try to post by end of January but it’s May now. I apologize~ really. There was a lot going on. This past semester in school was the worst of my life. (I’m studying to be a nurse-so u can only guess how hard it is =___=) I had finished writing the rough draft for this chappie in the beginning of February, but then something happened with my mother and yea…then school screwed me up again ….so here we are. Now I’m on break for 2 weeks before going back again. I have other stories hand written, but I’m sure I won’t be able to post in these coming two weeks however, I’ll type ‘em up and post one every other week until I get the chance to write more… and everyone knows how this recent news with our boys is discouraging …so it gets really hard to keep on doing this...
Anyways, I hope I didn’t lose your eagerness and … please review…quote-backs…either, they’ll really help brighten my mood and motivate me!!!
Oh, I have a project that I’m working on. If you guys like my style, I’m sure you’ll love this story…though it’s not DBSK related…but yea, any news about it is forthcoming. I hope when it’s set y’all will check it out.
Thanks for following this story, and always keeping the faith.
BTW HAVE YOU SEEN JUNSU’S NEW VID??? XDDD
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