SonSaengNim Eyelashes One
Title: SonSaengNim Eyelashes
Author: Suju_shinki
Length: 1/?
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: crackish, fluffish.
Rating: NC:17
One
“Guess what my grade was?”
Yoochun looked up from his desk and saw Junsu standing in the doorway of the classroom.
“Well?”
Junsu closed the door behind him and smiled. “An 81.”
“Good. I told you if you just study-”
“He cheated me though!”
O god. Not this again.
“There was this one question, I swear I deserved points for it!”
“If he didn't give you the points, I'm going to believe you didn't deserve them.”
“But me and Hyukjae had the exact same answer and he gave Hyukjae points!”
Yoochun tilted his head and squinted his eyes. “And how did you and Hyukjae get the exact same answer?”
“That-That's not the point!”
“I know, Junsu,I know. You know why he does that right? He hates you.”
“Exactly!”
“I was being sarcastic.”
“Please check it for me?”
Yoochun laughed. “And what difference is that going to make?”
“He'll believe you of you say my answer is right. I'm sure of it, hyung!”
“First of all, don't call me hyung at school. Second of all, Changmin isn't an idiot. He knows how he grades tests and he knows who cheats and who doesn't. You should find yourself lucky you didn't get a zero,” Yoochun said and leaned back in his chair. Junsu sat on Yoochun's desk and glared at him.
“You're an asshole, hyung. My grade could go up by a whole ten points!”
Yoochun sighed. “What was the question and what was your answer?”
Junsu thought for a second. “There was a quote from the book and I had to say who the quote was from and why it what it said about the character's personality. My answer was Lady Mcbeth-”
“Wrong.”
“What? How do you know? You don't even know what the quote was!”
“Because I made the test, you idiot. The answer was McDuff.”
Junsu gasped. “You made the test and you didn't tell me?”
“Last year I told you I was making a test and you trashed my place looking for it,” Yoochun rolled his eyes.
“You shouldn't have tried stopping me if you didn't want to get your place trashed,” Junsu shrugged. “Anyway, my answer was Lady Mcbeth and I gave the explanation and it was good!”
“The answer was McDuff though.”
“But the explanation was good!”
“The explanation was good when Hyukjae wrote it down. When you copied it off of him, Changmin saw right through it. There are no coincidences in these classes,” Yoochun chuckled. “To bad he didn't grade your test first. You wouldn't have gotten the points.”
Junsu frowned and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He huffed. “Why couldn't I have you as my teacher again this year?”
“I have no idea why they switched the classes. All I know is that you've been getting better grades,” he smirked. “I wonder why?”
“Ha-ha.”
“Ha.”
“Check my test for me?”
“No.”
“Fuck you.”
“Don't even go there.”
“Come on, hyung!”
“Don't hyung me, Junsu! Changmin is going to kick my ass. He knows more than he's supposed to already. Aren't you supposed to be in class? Get out of here.”
“I have a free period. I'm not seeing you tonight so-”
“Why are you not seeing me tonight?”
“New club opened up. Me and Yunho are checking it out. You could come with us if you want,” Junsu smirked.
“Hm.” Yoochun picked up his phone from his desk and started typing.
“What are you doing?”
“Texting Changmin that I can go out tonight. He asked me out for drinks this afternoon and I told him I couldn't because I thought you were coming over.”
“Goddamn Changmin,” Junsu muttered. “He hates me!”
“Sure, baby. Teacher don't care, Junsu. Haven't I taught you anything?”
“The things you've taught me don't have anything to do with that,” Junsu smirked and pushed himself up from the desk. Yoochun's eyes widened and he rolled his chair backwards.
“Stay right there,” Yoochun said. “Not here, not now, Junsu,” Yoochun warned.
“Scared?”Junsu taunted him and put his hands on the armrests of Yoochun's chair, leaning forward. “Scared someone might walk in on us?”
“God, you smell good,”Yoochun breathed out. “One kiss, nothing more, okay?”
“Okay,” Junsu smiled. Their lips touched and their tongues met halfway in a sloppy, wet and exciting kiss. It was the kind of kiss that would keep them hot and bothered for the rest of the day.
Yoochun's hand reached up and unbuttoned the highest buttons of Junsu's shirt until he got blocked by a dark blue vest, while Junsu's knee was busy prying Yoochun's legs apart.
“Stop,” Yoochun murmured and pushed Junsu away.
“You started it,”Junsu pouted and buttoned his shirt back up.
“17 year old boys shouldn't be able to kiss like that,”Yoochun shook his head.
“And how many 17 year old boys have you been kissing?” Junsu asked, cocking up and eyebrow.
“As hard as it is to believe, I was 17 ones,” Yoochun rolled his eyes.
“Yeah,”Junsu snorted. “Like a million years ago.”
“9, 9 years ago.”
“No need to get all defensive on me. It's fine. You're young.”
“Get out of here.”
Junsu sat back down on Yoochun's desk and swung his legs back and forth. “I don't wanna.”
“Aren't your friends waiting for you or something? I'm sure you're not the only one with a free period.”
“They'll be fine,”Junsu shrugged.
“I don't know, you're pretty popular.”
“Oh, am I, Songsaenim Eyelashes? You wouldn't believe how many times I find your name scribbled on desks, chairs, walls. Don't even get me started about the girls bathroom.”
“What on earth brought you to the girls bathroom?” Yoochun chuckled.
“The point is,” Junsu said, ignoring Yoochun's amused look. “It pisses me off.”
“It pisses me off when you choose to go to some birthday party instead of coming over to my place, but you don't see me complaining. And speaking of my name scribbled on a stuff-”
“Stop-”
“Wasn't it you-”
“No-”
“-who wrote Junsu hearts Yoochun on all your textbooks last year?”
“No, that wasn't me.”
“Then who was it?”
“You know, if it wasn't for my initiative we would have never gotten together!” Junsu huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest again.
“You initiative?” Yoochun laughed. “You mean breaking in to my apartment and refusing to leave before I kiss you?”
“You're thinking of another hot and bothered teenager,” Junsu shrugged.
“Am I?”
“You are.”
“Fine, I am. I have to get back to grading papers, and you have to get back to being the popular jock that everyone thinks you are.”
“That sounded bitter.”
“And bitter I am.”
Junsu jumped off of the desk and stretched. His vest and dress shirt crawled up, showing his bellybutton and the thin line of hair disappearing down his pants.
“You did that on purpose,”Yoochun said.
“And what if I did?” Junsu smiled. “What time are you done here?”
“Five. I'm meeting Changmin around ten.”
“I'll call you somewhere in between then,” Junsu said as he walked toward the door. “Pick up,okay?”
“I will,” Yoochun assured him and Junsu disappeared.
Author: Suju_shinki
Length: 1/?
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: crackish, fluffish.
Rating: NC:17
One
“Guess what my grade was?”
Yoochun looked up from his desk and saw Junsu standing in the doorway of the classroom.
“Well?”
Junsu closed the door behind him and smiled. “An 81.”
“Good. I told you if you just study-”
“He cheated me though!”
O god. Not this again.
“There was this one question, I swear I deserved points for it!”
“If he didn't give you the points, I'm going to believe you didn't deserve them.”
“But me and Hyukjae had the exact same answer and he gave Hyukjae points!”
Yoochun tilted his head and squinted his eyes. “And how did you and Hyukjae get the exact same answer?”
“That-That's not the point!”
“I know, Junsu,I know. You know why he does that right? He hates you.”
“Exactly!”
“I was being sarcastic.”
“Please check it for me?”
Yoochun laughed. “And what difference is that going to make?”
“He'll believe you of you say my answer is right. I'm sure of it, hyung!”
“First of all, don't call me hyung at school. Second of all, Changmin isn't an idiot. He knows how he grades tests and he knows who cheats and who doesn't. You should find yourself lucky you didn't get a zero,” Yoochun said and leaned back in his chair. Junsu sat on Yoochun's desk and glared at him.
“You're an asshole, hyung. My grade could go up by a whole ten points!”
Yoochun sighed. “What was the question and what was your answer?”
Junsu thought for a second. “There was a quote from the book and I had to say who the quote was from and why it what it said about the character's personality. My answer was Lady Mcbeth-”
“Wrong.”
“What? How do you know? You don't even know what the quote was!”
“Because I made the test, you idiot. The answer was McDuff.”
Junsu gasped. “You made the test and you didn't tell me?”
“Last year I told you I was making a test and you trashed my place looking for it,” Yoochun rolled his eyes.
“You shouldn't have tried stopping me if you didn't want to get your place trashed,” Junsu shrugged. “Anyway, my answer was Lady Mcbeth and I gave the explanation and it was good!”
“The answer was McDuff though.”
“But the explanation was good!”
“The explanation was good when Hyukjae wrote it down. When you copied it off of him, Changmin saw right through it. There are no coincidences in these classes,” Yoochun chuckled. “To bad he didn't grade your test first. You wouldn't have gotten the points.”
Junsu frowned and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He huffed. “Why couldn't I have you as my teacher again this year?”
“I have no idea why they switched the classes. All I know is that you've been getting better grades,” he smirked. “I wonder why?”
“Ha-ha.”
“Ha.”
“Check my test for me?”
“No.”
“Fuck you.”
“Don't even go there.”
“Come on, hyung!”
“Don't hyung me, Junsu! Changmin is going to kick my ass. He knows more than he's supposed to already. Aren't you supposed to be in class? Get out of here.”
“I have a free period. I'm not seeing you tonight so-”
“Why are you not seeing me tonight?”
“New club opened up. Me and Yunho are checking it out. You could come with us if you want,” Junsu smirked.
“Hm.” Yoochun picked up his phone from his desk and started typing.
“What are you doing?”
“Texting Changmin that I can go out tonight. He asked me out for drinks this afternoon and I told him I couldn't because I thought you were coming over.”
“Goddamn Changmin,” Junsu muttered. “He hates me!”
“Sure, baby. Teacher don't care, Junsu. Haven't I taught you anything?”
“The things you've taught me don't have anything to do with that,” Junsu smirked and pushed himself up from the desk. Yoochun's eyes widened and he rolled his chair backwards.
“Stay right there,” Yoochun said. “Not here, not now, Junsu,” Yoochun warned.
“Scared?”Junsu taunted him and put his hands on the armrests of Yoochun's chair, leaning forward. “Scared someone might walk in on us?”
“God, you smell good,”Yoochun breathed out. “One kiss, nothing more, okay?”
“Okay,” Junsu smiled. Their lips touched and their tongues met halfway in a sloppy, wet and exciting kiss. It was the kind of kiss that would keep them hot and bothered for the rest of the day.
Yoochun's hand reached up and unbuttoned the highest buttons of Junsu's shirt until he got blocked by a dark blue vest, while Junsu's knee was busy prying Yoochun's legs apart.
“Stop,” Yoochun murmured and pushed Junsu away.
“You started it,”Junsu pouted and buttoned his shirt back up.
“17 year old boys shouldn't be able to kiss like that,”Yoochun shook his head.
“And how many 17 year old boys have you been kissing?” Junsu asked, cocking up and eyebrow.
“As hard as it is to believe, I was 17 ones,” Yoochun rolled his eyes.
“Yeah,”Junsu snorted. “Like a million years ago.”
“9, 9 years ago.”
“No need to get all defensive on me. It's fine. You're young.”
“Get out of here.”
Junsu sat back down on Yoochun's desk and swung his legs back and forth. “I don't wanna.”
“Aren't your friends waiting for you or something? I'm sure you're not the only one with a free period.”
“They'll be fine,”Junsu shrugged.
“I don't know, you're pretty popular.”
“Oh, am I, Songsaenim Eyelashes? You wouldn't believe how many times I find your name scribbled on desks, chairs, walls. Don't even get me started about the girls bathroom.”
“What on earth brought you to the girls bathroom?” Yoochun chuckled.
“The point is,” Junsu said, ignoring Yoochun's amused look. “It pisses me off.”
“It pisses me off when you choose to go to some birthday party instead of coming over to my place, but you don't see me complaining. And speaking of my name scribbled on a stuff-”
“Stop-”
“Wasn't it you-”
“No-”
“-who wrote Junsu hearts Yoochun on all your textbooks last year?”
“No, that wasn't me.”
“Then who was it?”
“You know, if it wasn't for my initiative we would have never gotten together!” Junsu huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest again.
“You initiative?” Yoochun laughed. “You mean breaking in to my apartment and refusing to leave before I kiss you?”
“You're thinking of another hot and bothered teenager,” Junsu shrugged.
“Am I?”
“You are.”
“Fine, I am. I have to get back to grading papers, and you have to get back to being the popular jock that everyone thinks you are.”
“That sounded bitter.”
“And bitter I am.”
Junsu jumped off of the desk and stretched. His vest and dress shirt crawled up, showing his bellybutton and the thin line of hair disappearing down his pants.
“You did that on purpose,”Yoochun said.
“And what if I did?” Junsu smiled. “What time are you done here?”
“Five. I'm meeting Changmin around ten.”
“I'll call you somewhere in between then,” Junsu said as he walked toward the door. “Pick up,okay?”
“I will,” Yoochun assured him and Junsu disappeared.