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TITLE: All I Wanted Was Some Chocolate
PAIRING: Yoosu (hoshiz, my first time writing them)
RATING: R?
SUMMARY: All Junsu wanted was some chocolate. No, really, that's all.
DISCLAIMNER: I don’t own them, I just watch ;]
A/N: Who cares if it's a day late, happy V-Day. <33
assjuice , this is for you, although i apologize in advance for the fail of it. >.<
.// All I Wanted Was Some Chocolate
“HYUNG! HELP!”
Yoochun stirred from his place on the couch, arms stretching wide for a yawn as he settled back into the leather cushion.
“HYUNG!!”
Yoochun stirred again, this time with a grimace on his face as he turned on his side, away from the source of the noise.
“DAMNIT. HELP ME!”
With his arms crossed, Yoochun sat up.
“… Come on…”
Heaving a sigh, Yoochun stood up and walked towards their front door. “I told you not to open the door.”
Junsu looked up at him, under a massive pile of chocolates, cards, and gift-wrapped boxes. Junsu pouted.
Yoochun poked a box over and watched as it tumbled to the floor. “What day is it Junsu-ah?”
“Valentine’s Day.”
“What do people do on Valentine’s Day?”
“Give chocolate and presents to each other.”
“Who are we?”
“Dong Bang Shin Ki.”
“Do people give us Valentine’s Day chocolates?”
“Yes.”
“A lot?”
“A lot.”
“Enough to crush a person?”
“Enough to crush a person.”
“Then why did you open the door?”
“Cause you said not to.”
“Well…”
“Just help me up hyung~” the younger whined, reaching a hand forward.
Yoochun squatted besides the mountain of chocolate and his band-mate, “You know you really should -“
“HOMG. YOOCHUN OPPA! IS THAT YOU?!?!”
Eyes shot up as the elder raised a brow at the sight of a mob of fangirls moving their way. “Shit.” He pulled on Junsu’s outstretched hand, hard, and tugged the boy out from under the mess of presents.
Junsu looked back, eyes wide as he too saw the mob; and then he looked back at Yoochun. “We’re gonna die. Tomorrow’s newspaper headline is gonna say: Two members from the popular band Tohoshinki were raped and-“
“Oh shut up,” Yoochun said, slamming the door just as the first of the girls reached it. He turned towards the badly tinted glass and waved while giving a grimacing smile.
Then he did an about face and pulled Junsu into the living room.
He went back to his place on the couch while Junsu sat down quietly next to him.
BAM. BAM.
Junsu looked worriedly at the front door, “Hyung, what if they break it down?”
“I doubt it.”
BAM. BAM.
This time it was the windows of the living room. Junsu could see the shadows from behind the thick curtains.
RING. RING. RING.
Junsu jumped, the sound of the phone startling him. He watched it ring a couple more times then glanced at Yoochun. The older boy paid no mind, eyes intent on the movie playing on the TV. Junsu reached for the phone.
“Don’t pick it up,” Yoochun said; too late.
The next 5 seconds filled the living room with shrieks and screams from the small device that was being much too loud. “JUNSU OPPA. YOU’RE MY VALENTINE. YOU’LL BE MY VALENTINE RIGHT?”
Junsu fidgeted slightly, “Um… I -“
He looked up in surprise when Yoochun snatched the phone from his hands, “Junsu is mine.” The younger blinked a couple of times, watching as Yoochun hung up immediately and then threw the phone away. A single moment of silence broke in before more shrieks poured in from the windows.
The TV flickered off and Yoochun leaned back with a sigh.
“Hyung.”
The elder glanced to his side.
“I want to eat chocolate.”
“You gotta be kidding me right?”
They got up to inspect the damage at the front door. All the chocolates and gifts and what-not had been pushed outside in their frenzied attempt to shut the door. And there was no way they were opening it now.
“Maybe I could open it really quickly and snatch a random box and then slam it shut again?”
“Do you really want chocolate that bad?”
Junsu nodded. “Let’s go look in Jaejoong-hyung’s precious little kitchen.”
“When are they gonna be home?”
“Who knows, it’s a special Valentine’s Day broadcast so…”
The two made their way towards the white-tiled room, stepping onto the cool floor. They opened cupboards and cabinets, to no avail. “There’s no chocolate hyung.”
Yoochun stood with hands at his hips, head cocked to the side with a slight smile. “I’m sorry?”
Junsu pouted.
Yoochun laughed as he watched the other walk dejectedly around the house, in search of chocolate. “I’m gonna go for it.”
“What?” The elder asked.
Junsu motioned towards the door, mind set and eyes determined. Yoochun almost wanted to laugh when he remembered this was all for the sake of a single morsel of chocolate.
He stayed behind and watched Junsu set a hand on the knob, send a glance back, then pull.
What awaited them on the other side of the door was a high-school girl; a single high-school girl with a really creepy grin, shimmering eyes, and an outstretched hand going for Junsu’s face. A split second passed and Junsu slammed the door shut.
A few seconds went by, with Junsu as still as a statue, parked in front of the door. The boy was frozen to the spot, not having moved an inch from when he’d stumbled back onto his ass in shock. Yoochun took a tentative step forward.
“SCARY. THAT WAS SO FUCKING SCARY. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HYUNG. SHE WAS LIKE. HER EYES WERE LIKE. AND HER HAND. HER HAAAAAAND.” Junsu looked back at the older boy, eyes brimming with tears.
Yoochun chuckled and walked back to the living room, sipping his coffee as the TV broadcasted a bunch of sappy movies.
“I FOUND IT! CHOCOLATE!” Junsu skipped happily into the living room with his prize in his hands. “I found it stuffed behind Changmin’s pillow.”
Yoochun glanced up, eyes glazing over the English words imprinted on the wrapping. Changmin you kinky bastard. And then he grinned, nothing short of sinister. “You know… Junsu-ah, there’s a certain way to eat this kind of chocolate.”
“Eh?” Junsu looked up, all innocent eyes and clueless smiles.
Yoochun walked up to the younger boy. “First you have to take off your shirt.” He received a blank stare. “Trust me.” Gingerly, he undid the buttons of Junsu’s shirt, watching the material slide off smooth shoulders and onto the floor. He settled Junsu back onto the couch and took to container from the younger’s hands.
He tilted the bottle as the chocolate dripped onto the boy beneath him. Junsu gasped. “Hyung what are you-“ The younger cut himself off, the sight of Yoochun’s tongue against his chest, smeared with sugary-goodness, a bit too much to take. Then he gasped again, arching back as the tongue lingered by his right nipple. “Hyung! Stop!”
The tongue curled around the hardened bud, swiping multiple times against it as Junsu whimpered. “The chocolate’s not coming off~,” Yoochun commented nonchalantly, lips wrapping tightly around the nipple as he sucked hard. The younger boy moaned, breath hitching as teeth scraped against the thoroughly abused bud.
“You know, if you wanted to have sex you could have just told me.” Yoochun looked up into Junsu’s oh-so-angelic face.
He laughed, shaking his head slightly as he licked a path to the younger’s navel. “Shut up. You’re not supposed to be hot and horny.”
“Oh?” Junsu said, smirk riding on his lips as he pulled the older boy closer. He smeared his pointer finger with chocolate and brought it to his lips, tongue coming out to meet the lavished digit. He sucked on the digit, thrusting the finger slowly in and out of his mouth, making sure Yoochun could see every twirl and lick of his tongue. “But I’m not,” he replied cheekily. He drew the older boy closer, lips smeared with chocolate, and leaned in for a kiss. “Really. I’m not.”
He smiled into the kiss as Yoochun pushed him onto his back, mouths still very much attached. “MMm. You taste good.”
Junsu smiled again, “I know. You smell good, like me, and chocolate.”
Yoochun grinned, sans the grease this time, and nuzzled against Junsu’s chest. “You’re supposed to be cute and innocent and clueless, and I am supposed to be in the process of taking advantage of you.”
“Oh…” Junsu drawled, “so like…” He caught Yoochun’s glance, pouted his lips slightly and rounded his eyes, wide and unsuspecting. “H-hyung, h-h-happy Valentine’s Day. W-w-will you b-be my Valentine?”
Yoochun smiled against the younger’s chest, fingers fumbling with buttons and buckles. “Stuttering does not always constitute innocence.”
Junsu ran his fingers through Yoochun’s silky locks. “Really? I thought stuttering meant nervousness which meant cute which mean innocent. Either way, it doesn’t constitute hot and horny.”
“Well.” The pants came off in a flourish, hitting the floor just as Junsu arched up and moaned from the hand slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. “Someone could be so horny and desperate that they can’t talk right.”
“In other words, you are discreetly calling me a slut.”
Yoochun ran his tongue along the bulge of Junsu’s boxers, teasing. “But you are, aren’t you?”
“Well then.” Junsu’s breath hitched, reaching downwards as boxers were pulled off and Yoochun licked a searing trail down his arousal. “Then I’d call you a man-whore.”
“That I am. Maybe.” Junsu groaned as his member met the back of Yoochun’s throat, thrusting up immediately as he moaned the boy’s name. Yoochun bobbed his head up and down, the occasional grating of teeth making Junsu hiss and clutch tighter at dark silky strands.
“My man-whore.”
Yoochun pulled away slightly, lips moving up until he reached the tip. He swirled his tongue against the slit while Junsu pushed up for more. “Yours.”
“Hey, don’t forget the chocolate.”
“You knew what it was for from the very start didn’t you.”
“Maybe?”
“You did.”
“Hey,” Junsu said, smiling, “all I wanted was some chocolate.”
\\
Jaejoong walks into the house, takes few steps forward, and there’s a blood-curdling scream. “WHY IS THERE CHOCOLATE ALL OVER THE COUCH?” A few seconds pass and there’s another scream, this time from the kitchen. “IT’S ALL OVER THE FUCKING FLOOR. HOMG, THE COUNTER. WHAT DID YOU GUYS TO DO MY KITCHEN?”
Yunho leans against the frame of the door, “Breathe in, breath out. Comeon Jaejoong, you can do it.”
The older whips around, eyes murderous, “I AM NOT GIVING BIRTH JUNG YUNHO. I AM HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN.”
“I guess I should advise you to steer away from the bathroom then.”
“I’m gonna kill them. KILL. DO YOU HEAR ME?! I’m gonna fuckin murder those two.”
“Aw comeon,” Yoochun says, smiling oh-so-sweetly, “Hyung~ It’s good old Valentine’s Day.”
Jaejoong turned to face his soon-to-be-dead soulmate, “Valentine’s Day does not mean having sex all over the house and dripping chocolate everywhere.”
Changmin leans in, with Junsu in tow, “Hyung, a word with you guys about taking people’s things without asking.”
Junsu has his hands up, the I-didn’t-do-I-look plastered to his face, “Hey now, all I wanted was some chocolate.”
Yoochun grins, “Exactly.”
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this is complete and utter fail, i know. *cries in a corner*
and it's late too.
here's yoosu for you assjuice , though if you hate it as much as i do you can order me to do another one.
T-T
PAIRING: Yoosu (hoshiz, my first time writing them)
RATING: R?
SUMMARY: All Junsu wanted was some chocolate. No, really, that's all.
DISCLAIMNER: I don’t own them, I just watch ;]
A/N: Who cares if it's a day late, happy V-Day. <33
assjuice , this is for you, although i apologize in advance for the fail of it. >.<
.// All I Wanted Was Some Chocolate
“HYUNG! HELP!”
Yoochun stirred from his place on the couch, arms stretching wide for a yawn as he settled back into the leather cushion.
“HYUNG!!”
Yoochun stirred again, this time with a grimace on his face as he turned on his side, away from the source of the noise.
“DAMNIT. HELP ME!”
With his arms crossed, Yoochun sat up.
“… Come on…”
Heaving a sigh, Yoochun stood up and walked towards their front door. “I told you not to open the door.”
Junsu looked up at him, under a massive pile of chocolates, cards, and gift-wrapped boxes. Junsu pouted.
Yoochun poked a box over and watched as it tumbled to the floor. “What day is it Junsu-ah?”
“Valentine’s Day.”
“What do people do on Valentine’s Day?”
“Give chocolate and presents to each other.”
“Who are we?”
“Dong Bang Shin Ki.”
“Do people give us Valentine’s Day chocolates?”
“Yes.”
“A lot?”
“A lot.”
“Enough to crush a person?”
“Enough to crush a person.”
“Then why did you open the door?”
“Cause you said not to.”
“Well…”
“Just help me up hyung~” the younger whined, reaching a hand forward.
Yoochun squatted besides the mountain of chocolate and his band-mate, “You know you really should -“
“HOMG. YOOCHUN OPPA! IS THAT YOU?!?!”
Eyes shot up as the elder raised a brow at the sight of a mob of fangirls moving their way. “Shit.” He pulled on Junsu’s outstretched hand, hard, and tugged the boy out from under the mess of presents.
Junsu looked back, eyes wide as he too saw the mob; and then he looked back at Yoochun. “We’re gonna die. Tomorrow’s newspaper headline is gonna say: Two members from the popular band Tohoshinki were raped and-“
“Oh shut up,” Yoochun said, slamming the door just as the first of the girls reached it. He turned towards the badly tinted glass and waved while giving a grimacing smile.
Then he did an about face and pulled Junsu into the living room.
He went back to his place on the couch while Junsu sat down quietly next to him.
BAM. BAM.
Junsu looked worriedly at the front door, “Hyung, what if they break it down?”
“I doubt it.”
BAM. BAM.
This time it was the windows of the living room. Junsu could see the shadows from behind the thick curtains.
RING. RING. RING.
Junsu jumped, the sound of the phone startling him. He watched it ring a couple more times then glanced at Yoochun. The older boy paid no mind, eyes intent on the movie playing on the TV. Junsu reached for the phone.
“Don’t pick it up,” Yoochun said; too late.
The next 5 seconds filled the living room with shrieks and screams from the small device that was being much too loud. “JUNSU OPPA. YOU’RE MY VALENTINE. YOU’LL BE MY VALENTINE RIGHT?”
Junsu fidgeted slightly, “Um… I -“
He looked up in surprise when Yoochun snatched the phone from his hands, “Junsu is mine.” The younger blinked a couple of times, watching as Yoochun hung up immediately and then threw the phone away. A single moment of silence broke in before more shrieks poured in from the windows.
The TV flickered off and Yoochun leaned back with a sigh.
“Hyung.”
The elder glanced to his side.
“I want to eat chocolate.”
“You gotta be kidding me right?”
They got up to inspect the damage at the front door. All the chocolates and gifts and what-not had been pushed outside in their frenzied attempt to shut the door. And there was no way they were opening it now.
“Maybe I could open it really quickly and snatch a random box and then slam it shut again?”
“Do you really want chocolate that bad?”
Junsu nodded. “Let’s go look in Jaejoong-hyung’s precious little kitchen.”
“When are they gonna be home?”
“Who knows, it’s a special Valentine’s Day broadcast so…”
The two made their way towards the white-tiled room, stepping onto the cool floor. They opened cupboards and cabinets, to no avail. “There’s no chocolate hyung.”
Yoochun stood with hands at his hips, head cocked to the side with a slight smile. “I’m sorry?”
Junsu pouted.
Yoochun laughed as he watched the other walk dejectedly around the house, in search of chocolate. “I’m gonna go for it.”
“What?” The elder asked.
Junsu motioned towards the door, mind set and eyes determined. Yoochun almost wanted to laugh when he remembered this was all for the sake of a single morsel of chocolate.
He stayed behind and watched Junsu set a hand on the knob, send a glance back, then pull.
What awaited them on the other side of the door was a high-school girl; a single high-school girl with a really creepy grin, shimmering eyes, and an outstretched hand going for Junsu’s face. A split second passed and Junsu slammed the door shut.
A few seconds went by, with Junsu as still as a statue, parked in front of the door. The boy was frozen to the spot, not having moved an inch from when he’d stumbled back onto his ass in shock. Yoochun took a tentative step forward.
“SCARY. THAT WAS SO FUCKING SCARY. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HYUNG. SHE WAS LIKE. HER EYES WERE LIKE. AND HER HAND. HER HAAAAAAND.” Junsu looked back at the older boy, eyes brimming with tears.
Yoochun chuckled and walked back to the living room, sipping his coffee as the TV broadcasted a bunch of sappy movies.
“I FOUND IT! CHOCOLATE!” Junsu skipped happily into the living room with his prize in his hands. “I found it stuffed behind Changmin’s pillow.”
Yoochun glanced up, eyes glazing over the English words imprinted on the wrapping. Changmin you kinky bastard. And then he grinned, nothing short of sinister. “You know… Junsu-ah, there’s a certain way to eat this kind of chocolate.”
“Eh?” Junsu looked up, all innocent eyes and clueless smiles.
Yoochun walked up to the younger boy. “First you have to take off your shirt.” He received a blank stare. “Trust me.” Gingerly, he undid the buttons of Junsu’s shirt, watching the material slide off smooth shoulders and onto the floor. He settled Junsu back onto the couch and took to container from the younger’s hands.
He tilted the bottle as the chocolate dripped onto the boy beneath him. Junsu gasped. “Hyung what are you-“ The younger cut himself off, the sight of Yoochun’s tongue against his chest, smeared with sugary-goodness, a bit too much to take. Then he gasped again, arching back as the tongue lingered by his right nipple. “Hyung! Stop!”
The tongue curled around the hardened bud, swiping multiple times against it as Junsu whimpered. “The chocolate’s not coming off~,” Yoochun commented nonchalantly, lips wrapping tightly around the nipple as he sucked hard. The younger boy moaned, breath hitching as teeth scraped against the thoroughly abused bud.
“You know, if you wanted to have sex you could have just told me.” Yoochun looked up into Junsu’s oh-so-angelic face.
He laughed, shaking his head slightly as he licked a path to the younger’s navel. “Shut up. You’re not supposed to be hot and horny.”
“Oh?” Junsu said, smirk riding on his lips as he pulled the older boy closer. He smeared his pointer finger with chocolate and brought it to his lips, tongue coming out to meet the lavished digit. He sucked on the digit, thrusting the finger slowly in and out of his mouth, making sure Yoochun could see every twirl and lick of his tongue. “But I’m not,” he replied cheekily. He drew the older boy closer, lips smeared with chocolate, and leaned in for a kiss. “Really. I’m not.”
He smiled into the kiss as Yoochun pushed him onto his back, mouths still very much attached. “MMm. You taste good.”
Junsu smiled again, “I know. You smell good, like me, and chocolate.”
Yoochun grinned, sans the grease this time, and nuzzled against Junsu’s chest. “You’re supposed to be cute and innocent and clueless, and I am supposed to be in the process of taking advantage of you.”
“Oh…” Junsu drawled, “so like…” He caught Yoochun’s glance, pouted his lips slightly and rounded his eyes, wide and unsuspecting. “H-hyung, h-h-happy Valentine’s Day. W-w-will you b-be my Valentine?”
Yoochun smiled against the younger’s chest, fingers fumbling with buttons and buckles. “Stuttering does not always constitute innocence.”
Junsu ran his fingers through Yoochun’s silky locks. “Really? I thought stuttering meant nervousness which meant cute which mean innocent. Either way, it doesn’t constitute hot and horny.”
“Well.” The pants came off in a flourish, hitting the floor just as Junsu arched up and moaned from the hand slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. “Someone could be so horny and desperate that they can’t talk right.”
“In other words, you are discreetly calling me a slut.”
Yoochun ran his tongue along the bulge of Junsu’s boxers, teasing. “But you are, aren’t you?”
“Well then.” Junsu’s breath hitched, reaching downwards as boxers were pulled off and Yoochun licked a searing trail down his arousal. “Then I’d call you a man-whore.”
“That I am. Maybe.” Junsu groaned as his member met the back of Yoochun’s throat, thrusting up immediately as he moaned the boy’s name. Yoochun bobbed his head up and down, the occasional grating of teeth making Junsu hiss and clutch tighter at dark silky strands.
“My man-whore.”
Yoochun pulled away slightly, lips moving up until he reached the tip. He swirled his tongue against the slit while Junsu pushed up for more. “Yours.”
“Hey, don’t forget the chocolate.”
“You knew what it was for from the very start didn’t you.”
“Maybe?”
“You did.”
“Hey,” Junsu said, smiling, “all I wanted was some chocolate.”
\\
Jaejoong walks into the house, takes few steps forward, and there’s a blood-curdling scream. “WHY IS THERE CHOCOLATE ALL OVER THE COUCH?” A few seconds pass and there’s another scream, this time from the kitchen. “IT’S ALL OVER THE FUCKING FLOOR. HOMG, THE COUNTER. WHAT DID YOU GUYS TO DO MY KITCHEN?”
Yunho leans against the frame of the door, “Breathe in, breath out. Comeon Jaejoong, you can do it.”
The older whips around, eyes murderous, “I AM NOT GIVING BIRTH JUNG YUNHO. I AM HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN.”
“I guess I should advise you to steer away from the bathroom then.”
“I’m gonna kill them. KILL. DO YOU HEAR ME?! I’m gonna fuckin murder those two.”
“Aw comeon,” Yoochun says, smiling oh-so-sweetly, “Hyung~ It’s good old Valentine’s Day.”
Jaejoong turned to face his soon-to-be-dead soulmate, “Valentine’s Day does not mean having sex all over the house and dripping chocolate everywhere.”
Changmin leans in, with Junsu in tow, “Hyung, a word with you guys about taking people’s things without asking.”
Junsu has his hands up, the I-didn’t-do-I-look plastered to his face, “Hey now, all I wanted was some chocolate.”
Yoochun grins, “Exactly.”
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this is complete and utter fail, i know. *cries in a corner*
and it's late too.
here's yoosu for you assjuice , though if you hate it as much as i do you can order me to do another one.
T-T