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Aux Champs Élysées
Pairing: Yoosu.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Part three :D. Part one. Part Two.
Junsu wakes up in the morning, sore in all the right places. He snuffles his face into the pillow and feels Yoochun shuffle around next to him. Junsu has the feeling this is going to be a very good morning. He turns around onto his back, eyes still closed.
He feels Yoochun lean over and peck his lips. The kiss is chaste but full of emotion. “Do you want tea or coffee with your breakfast?” Junsu opens his eyes and grins a shit-eating grin. “Tea, please.” Yoochun grins back, a good sign Junsu thinks. He rolls away from Junsu and stands up and out of the bed. Junsu blushes. Yoochun’s naked.
He grins and turns around to look at Junsu over his shoulder. “Like what you see?” He winks. Junsu would be embarrassed, but he’s naked himself, and pretty sure he’s seen this all before. He still blushes anyway.
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He comes out Yoochun’s room in a pair of boxers and a oversized white t-shirt that Yoochun’s given him to wear. He pushes his fringe away from his face, and blows the stray hairs until they’re out of the way too. He looks at Yoochun his hand gripping the frying pan that’s cooking the eggs, but his eyes on Junsu. “What?” Junsu asks, self-consciously, and bites his lip. Yoochun’s face breaks into a grin and he turns back to the eggs, poking them the spatula, “I like you’re arse in my boxers. It looks so at home.” Junsu blushes. “Oh, and I hope you like eggs by the way.”
They eat breakfast mostly in silence, a few jokes and passes of information about each other is shared. Junsu feels a confession rising to the tip of his tongue. “I think I’m falling for you.” They both say at the same time. Junsu brings his head up to meet Yoochun’s gaze. “Really?” Yoochun squeaks like a teenager hitting puberty. Junsu blushes, lowers his head, and nods to his eggs and bacon.
Yoochun curls his finger under Junsu’s chin and pulls his face forward for a kiss, placing his hands on either side of Junsu’s face. Yoochun’s mouth tastes like sex, last nights dinner, and egg yolk. Junsu thinks it’s sexy. Yoochun breaks his train of thought, “Um, do you want to take a shower?”
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They don’t have sex. They don’t make love. it’s more of a mutual back washing and Yoochun giving Junsu a lazy blowjob which tides him over for the day. Yoochun wraps him in fluffy towels and gives him a pair of jogging bottoms to wear until his washed clothes are dry.
“Do you have anything you need to do today?” Yoochun asks leaning over the back of the couch and putting his head on Junsu’s shoulder. “No.” Junsu smiles, turning to face Yoochun with sparkling eyes. “What do you have in mind?” Junsu smirks and threads his fingers in Yoochun’s hair. “You meeting Autumn.” Junsu’s cocks his eyebrow in a confused expression. “I’ve already met Autumn, I’m her teach-” Yoochun cuts him off, “I mean, as my boyfriend.” Junsu just blinks back the happy tears.
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“Will Jaejoong and Yunho be here?” Junsu asks, nervous habit of twiddling his fingers in his lap returning. Sure, he’s met Autumn before. He’s met Jaejoong and Yunho before. He hasn’t ever met Yoochun’s mother before. “My mother isn’t scary Junsu.” He looks at Yoochun, biting his lip. “I swear.” Yoochun smiles. “But, doesn’t she think you’re straight?” Junsu murmurs to the gear stick. “Who is she to judge if I’m not?” Yoochun flashes a glance at him. “Look,” he sighs, “My mother will love you. How could she not. She’ll be able to see how happy you’re making me. Yunho will have probably filled her in anyway.”
The rest of the drive there is quiet. Giving Junsu time to mull over what to say to Yoochun’s mother. Or, at least, what he thinks will make a good impression.
When they drive up the driveway, Junsu’s sure he’s just entered the grounds of Buckingham palace. “This is your house?” Junsu croaks, he’s pretty sure it’s rather hot in here, and his sweater’s too tight. Or maybe it’s just because he wants It to choke him. “No. This is my mother’s place. I bought it for her and Autumn. Mainly because I’m away a lot.” He turns to face Junsu. “Yunho lives here too.”
“You bought this?” He wheezes as he steps out of the car. “Uh, yeah. It’s a bit big, isn’t it?” Junsu shrugs, because, honestly, if he had the kind of money that he now suspects Yoochun of having, he wouldn’t to buying something like this either. “What are you thinking?” Yoochun asks him with a small smile. Junsu doesn’t have time to answer, because Autumn’s running towards Yoochun and hugging him around the knees.
“Daddy, I missed you!” She wails. “You’re more fun than Yunho-oppa.” She pouts, and then turns and gasps when she realises it’s Junsu that’s next to Yoochun. “Why is Mr. Kim here?” She stage whispers at Yoochun. “Have I been a bad girl?” Her wide eyes say it all, and Junsu bursts into a fit of giggles, and after a while Yoochun joins in, and Autumn looks blankly at the both of them.
“No. You see Autumn, Mr. Kim - Junsu - is my boyfriend. Do you understand that?” She nods, a massive grin spreading on her face. “Like Yunho-oppa and Jaejoong-unnie?” Jaejoong, who’s walking up behind her looks scandalised. “How many times do I need to tell you I’m not a woman, brat?” He says with a smirk, and Autumn screams and runs off back into the house, Jaejoong running after her. Yoochun looks at Junsu, “Scared?” Junsu smiles, “Only a little.”
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Yoochun’s mum turns out to be a small lady with a kind smile, not all that different to that of Yoochun and Autumn’s. She hugs Junsu and tells him to sit down, asks him if he wants tea, when he says yes, asks him if he wants biscuits with it. Junsu’s beginning to see how Yoochun’s habits are formed.
They have a variety Korean dishes for dinner. “It’s special Park family recipes.” Yoochun’s mother tells him. He smiles and receives the numerous plates he’s given, and smiles and laughs with the family. Yoochun, his mother, Autumn, Jaejoong, and Yunho. Dysfunctional but happy is what he sees them as. He ultimately wishes that he could be part of that. In fact, he already feels like he is.
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“Did you enjoy yourself then?” Yoochun laughs into his hair as he hugs him outside his apartment after dropping him off. “Yeah … Don’t go.” Junsu pleads with him. “I have to. I have a plane to catch in the morning. You have work.” Junsu looks up into his eyes, worry written all over his face. “Don’t worry,” Yoochun says like her can read Junsu’s mind. “I’ll be back on Thursday. We’ll go for dinner -”
“I don’t care what I do. As long as it’s with you.” Junsu blushes as Yoochun beams. And then kisses him. “See you Thursday.”
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Junsu flings his keys in the bowl on his coffee table. He’s hanging his jacket up when the phone rings. “There’s something I forgot to tell you.” Yoochun says on the other end, “I love you.” Junsu blushes. “I love you too.” He can feel Yoochun’s grin through the phone. “I’ll call you Thursday, bye!” He says, hanging up. Junsu feels warm inside, and sort of like there’s a bouncy castle in his tummy.
Pairing: Yoosu.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Part three :D. Part one. Part Two.
Junsu wakes up in the morning, sore in all the right places. He snuffles his face into the pillow and feels Yoochun shuffle around next to him. Junsu has the feeling this is going to be a very good morning. He turns around onto his back, eyes still closed.
He feels Yoochun lean over and peck his lips. The kiss is chaste but full of emotion. “Do you want tea or coffee with your breakfast?” Junsu opens his eyes and grins a shit-eating grin. “Tea, please.” Yoochun grins back, a good sign Junsu thinks. He rolls away from Junsu and stands up and out of the bed. Junsu blushes. Yoochun’s naked.
He grins and turns around to look at Junsu over his shoulder. “Like what you see?” He winks. Junsu would be embarrassed, but he’s naked himself, and pretty sure he’s seen this all before. He still blushes anyway.
--
He comes out Yoochun’s room in a pair of boxers and a oversized white t-shirt that Yoochun’s given him to wear. He pushes his fringe away from his face, and blows the stray hairs until they’re out of the way too. He looks at Yoochun his hand gripping the frying pan that’s cooking the eggs, but his eyes on Junsu. “What?” Junsu asks, self-consciously, and bites his lip. Yoochun’s face breaks into a grin and he turns back to the eggs, poking them the spatula, “I like you’re arse in my boxers. It looks so at home.” Junsu blushes. “Oh, and I hope you like eggs by the way.”
They eat breakfast mostly in silence, a few jokes and passes of information about each other is shared. Junsu feels a confession rising to the tip of his tongue. “I think I’m falling for you.” They both say at the same time. Junsu brings his head up to meet Yoochun’s gaze. “Really?” Yoochun squeaks like a teenager hitting puberty. Junsu blushes, lowers his head, and nods to his eggs and bacon.
Yoochun curls his finger under Junsu’s chin and pulls his face forward for a kiss, placing his hands on either side of Junsu’s face. Yoochun’s mouth tastes like sex, last nights dinner, and egg yolk. Junsu thinks it’s sexy. Yoochun breaks his train of thought, “Um, do you want to take a shower?”
--
They don’t have sex. They don’t make love. it’s more of a mutual back washing and Yoochun giving Junsu a lazy blowjob which tides him over for the day. Yoochun wraps him in fluffy towels and gives him a pair of jogging bottoms to wear until his washed clothes are dry.
“Do you have anything you need to do today?” Yoochun asks leaning over the back of the couch and putting his head on Junsu’s shoulder. “No.” Junsu smiles, turning to face Yoochun with sparkling eyes. “What do you have in mind?” Junsu smirks and threads his fingers in Yoochun’s hair. “You meeting Autumn.” Junsu’s cocks his eyebrow in a confused expression. “I’ve already met Autumn, I’m her teach-” Yoochun cuts him off, “I mean, as my boyfriend.” Junsu just blinks back the happy tears.
--
“Will Jaejoong and Yunho be here?” Junsu asks, nervous habit of twiddling his fingers in his lap returning. Sure, he’s met Autumn before. He’s met Jaejoong and Yunho before. He hasn’t ever met Yoochun’s mother before. “My mother isn’t scary Junsu.” He looks at Yoochun, biting his lip. “I swear.” Yoochun smiles. “But, doesn’t she think you’re straight?” Junsu murmurs to the gear stick. “Who is she to judge if I’m not?” Yoochun flashes a glance at him. “Look,” he sighs, “My mother will love you. How could she not. She’ll be able to see how happy you’re making me. Yunho will have probably filled her in anyway.”
The rest of the drive there is quiet. Giving Junsu time to mull over what to say to Yoochun’s mother. Or, at least, what he thinks will make a good impression.
When they drive up the driveway, Junsu’s sure he’s just entered the grounds of Buckingham palace. “This is your house?” Junsu croaks, he’s pretty sure it’s rather hot in here, and his sweater’s too tight. Or maybe it’s just because he wants It to choke him. “No. This is my mother’s place. I bought it for her and Autumn. Mainly because I’m away a lot.” He turns to face Junsu. “Yunho lives here too.”
“You bought this?” He wheezes as he steps out of the car. “Uh, yeah. It’s a bit big, isn’t it?” Junsu shrugs, because, honestly, if he had the kind of money that he now suspects Yoochun of having, he wouldn’t to buying something like this either. “What are you thinking?” Yoochun asks him with a small smile. Junsu doesn’t have time to answer, because Autumn’s running towards Yoochun and hugging him around the knees.
“Daddy, I missed you!” She wails. “You’re more fun than Yunho-oppa.” She pouts, and then turns and gasps when she realises it’s Junsu that’s next to Yoochun. “Why is Mr. Kim here?” She stage whispers at Yoochun. “Have I been a bad girl?” Her wide eyes say it all, and Junsu bursts into a fit of giggles, and after a while Yoochun joins in, and Autumn looks blankly at the both of them.
“No. You see Autumn, Mr. Kim - Junsu - is my boyfriend. Do you understand that?” She nods, a massive grin spreading on her face. “Like Yunho-oppa and Jaejoong-unnie?” Jaejoong, who’s walking up behind her looks scandalised. “How many times do I need to tell you I’m not a woman, brat?” He says with a smirk, and Autumn screams and runs off back into the house, Jaejoong running after her. Yoochun looks at Junsu, “Scared?” Junsu smiles, “Only a little.”
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Yoochun’s mum turns out to be a small lady with a kind smile, not all that different to that of Yoochun and Autumn’s. She hugs Junsu and tells him to sit down, asks him if he wants tea, when he says yes, asks him if he wants biscuits with it. Junsu’s beginning to see how Yoochun’s habits are formed.
They have a variety Korean dishes for dinner. “It’s special Park family recipes.” Yoochun’s mother tells him. He smiles and receives the numerous plates he’s given, and smiles and laughs with the family. Yoochun, his mother, Autumn, Jaejoong, and Yunho. Dysfunctional but happy is what he sees them as. He ultimately wishes that he could be part of that. In fact, he already feels like he is.
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“Did you enjoy yourself then?” Yoochun laughs into his hair as he hugs him outside his apartment after dropping him off. “Yeah … Don’t go.” Junsu pleads with him. “I have to. I have a plane to catch in the morning. You have work.” Junsu looks up into his eyes, worry written all over his face. “Don’t worry,” Yoochun says like her can read Junsu’s mind. “I’ll be back on Thursday. We’ll go for dinner -”
“I don’t care what I do. As long as it’s with you.” Junsu blushes as Yoochun beams. And then kisses him. “See you Thursday.”
--
Junsu flings his keys in the bowl on his coffee table. He’s hanging his jacket up when the phone rings. “There’s something I forgot to tell you.” Yoochun says on the other end, “I love you.” Junsu blushes. “I love you too.” He can feel Yoochun’s grin through the phone. “I’ll call you Thursday, bye!” He says, hanging up. Junsu feels warm inside, and sort of like there’s a bouncy castle in his tummy.