Title: Stress
Title: Stress
Author: suju_shinki
Length: Oneshot
Pairing:Yoosu
Genre: Romance, Fluff and all that jingle
Raiting: pg-13
Summary: Junsu cracks under the pressure of exams.
AN: For those who are having finals right now, Just like me and because today was a shitty day for exams 8D
“You're sweating.”
“O, I'm sorry my sweat is bothering you. This exam could just make or break my life, but if my sweat is bothering you I'll just stop sweating.”
“It's not bothering me,” Junsu chuckled and reached over to thumb away the drop of sweat from Yoochun's temple. “It's just funny. Why are you so stressed? You know you can do this and I know you can do this.”
“You never know what happens when you're in there, Junsu. What if I black out? What if it's too hot in there and I can't concentrate? What if I start hyperventilating? This exam makes out 50% of our grade, you know that, right?” Yoochun put his calculator into his bag and tied his hair back. “Is it hot or is it just me.”
It's just you, Junsu wanted to say when the bell rang. God, having such a hot guy for a best friend was hard.
“Shit, fuck, no, no, no, no, I'm not ready....” Yoochun murmured frantically looking around.
“I'll see you later~” Junsu sang and backed away grinning.
“Fuck you and your retarded math-less life okay? Who came up with that shit anyways?” Yoochun yelled at him.
“At least I'm not sweating like I just ran a marathon! Good luck!”
“You'll get yours at the English exam!” Yoochun said and flipped him off before entering the gym where the final exams where held.
Junsu really was lucky not to have math as a subject anymore, because it was one of the subjects that made his life a living hell ever since he started high school, so the second he got the chance to drop it, he did. Yoochun however wanted to be an architect and for some reason Junsu was still not comprehending, math was a must for that.
Junsu had 4 and a half hours until his history exam and three hours until Yoochun would be done with his, so he decided to go back to school and study until it was time.
Finally, after three hours Yoochun was done and he came looking for Junsu in the library.
“Fuck my life. You better fail with me, because I'm not doing another year of high school here alone,” he said before flopping down in the seat next to him. “A minus B times 11 is X plus who gives a fuck. God, I hate my life. I feel like my brain broke ten times through the whole thing. And now we have history. God damnit.”
“That's a whole lot of swearing for someone who's going to get the best grades in the end anyway, you drama-whore.” Junsu closed his books and put them in his bag. “Come on, we have over an hour left. Let's eat.”
It wasn't until Junsu's third test which he had been preparing for his whole life he realized shit just got real. English. The only subject he wanted to drop more than math, but couldn't.
Yoochun had been done way before him and was waiting outside for him outside in the sun, smiling. Junsu's heart had dropped to his stomach the second he read the first question on that test and now that he was done, he felt like he had been hit by a ton of bricks. He passed Yoochun, not saying a word.
This whole week he had been seeing students try to cram in last bits and pieces right before the exams, the word 'stress' floating around like it was the newest slang-word. Junsu hadn't felt it until that moment.
“Well, that's rude,” Yoochun said and caught up to him. “It couldn't have gone that bad, could it?”
Junsu didn't answer. He just looked away, hoping Yoochun wouldn't see that he actually was on the brink of tears.
“Hey...” Yoochun stopped and grabbed Junsu's wrist making him stop with him. He put a hand under Junsu's chin and tilted his face towards him. “Was it really that bad?”
“Let's not talk about this here, okay...” Junsu turned around and walked towards the school.
When they finally got there Yoochun pulled him into the boy's bathroom and Junsu wrapped his arms around Yoochun's neck the second they were alone. Yoochun laughed.
“This isn't funny,” Junsu sniffed. “What if I actually fail? I really don't want to be here for another year...and without you...”
Yoochun grabbed a hold of Junsu's upper arms, pushing his away just a little bit. “I can't believe you're actually crying.”
“Me neither,” Junsu sniffed. “But I'm scared-”
“Shut up, you idiot. A week ago you were laughing at me because I was stressed out and now you're breaking down?” he chuckled. “Come here.” He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him as close as he could. “This is normal. Everyone is scared and you're not the first one to cry because of exams.”
“Still...I hate this... I feel terrible,” Junsu murmured into his shoulder. He felt Yoochun plant a kiss in his hair and a soft one on his neck. Junsu shuddered. “That's gay. But it feels good.”
“Well your best friend is a fag. Deal with it,” Yoochun said and pressed his lips against Junsu's neck again. Junsu hummed in appreciation.
“Just forget about today and concentrate on the exams that are still to come,” Yoochun murmured against his skin, making a shiver run through Junsu's spine. “And just think of what we'll be doing this summer if you feel stressed. That's what I do.”
Junsu looked up and wiped his nose with his sleeve. “I want to go to Paris now.”
“Who wouldn't,” Yoochun smiled and let go of him. He went into one of the stalls and came back with a role of toilet paper.
“Seriously, wipe your nose.”
Junsu took the role and ripped off a piece before blowing his nose in it as loud as he could.
“That was unpleasant. Anyway, just think of our four weeks in Paris. Just you, me and a hot guy named Jean-Claude-Piere-Fromage,” Yoochun grinned.
“Hey...” Junsu tugged on Yoochun's hand. “I think I have to tell you something...”
Something told Junsu that it was now or never. Now or never, now or never, now or-
“Couldn't it be just you and me...without Jean-Claude-whatever?”
“Depends,” Yoochun said, looking serious. “Can you offer me all the things Jean-Piere can?”
“I thought it was Jean-Claude?”
“Whatever.”
“And with 'things' do you mean...gay things?”
“...is that what you want?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Maybe...if it's what you want-”
Right at that moment someone came bursting out of one of the stalls, glaring at them. It was one of their classmates, Changmin. “For the love of god, could you just start making out already? This is annoying when I'm trying to study!”
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are you guys curious as to why Changmin was studying in the bathroom? I don't know, so I suggest we just roll with it. Comments are like the air I breath. I need them to live 8D
Author: suju_shinki
Length: Oneshot
Pairing:Yoosu
Genre: Romance, Fluff and all that jingle
Raiting: pg-13
Summary: Junsu cracks under the pressure of exams.
AN: For those who are having finals right now, Just like me and because today was a shitty day for exams 8D
“You're sweating.”
“O, I'm sorry my sweat is bothering you. This exam could just make or break my life, but if my sweat is bothering you I'll just stop sweating.”
“It's not bothering me,” Junsu chuckled and reached over to thumb away the drop of sweat from Yoochun's temple. “It's just funny. Why are you so stressed? You know you can do this and I know you can do this.”
“You never know what happens when you're in there, Junsu. What if I black out? What if it's too hot in there and I can't concentrate? What if I start hyperventilating? This exam makes out 50% of our grade, you know that, right?” Yoochun put his calculator into his bag and tied his hair back. “Is it hot or is it just me.”
It's just you, Junsu wanted to say when the bell rang. God, having such a hot guy for a best friend was hard.
“Shit, fuck, no, no, no, no, I'm not ready....” Yoochun murmured frantically looking around.
“I'll see you later~” Junsu sang and backed away grinning.
“Fuck you and your retarded math-less life okay? Who came up with that shit anyways?” Yoochun yelled at him.
“At least I'm not sweating like I just ran a marathon! Good luck!”
“You'll get yours at the English exam!” Yoochun said and flipped him off before entering the gym where the final exams where held.
Junsu really was lucky not to have math as a subject anymore, because it was one of the subjects that made his life a living hell ever since he started high school, so the second he got the chance to drop it, he did. Yoochun however wanted to be an architect and for some reason Junsu was still not comprehending, math was a must for that.
Junsu had 4 and a half hours until his history exam and three hours until Yoochun would be done with his, so he decided to go back to school and study until it was time.
Finally, after three hours Yoochun was done and he came looking for Junsu in the library.
“Fuck my life. You better fail with me, because I'm not doing another year of high school here alone,” he said before flopping down in the seat next to him. “A minus B times 11 is X plus who gives a fuck. God, I hate my life. I feel like my brain broke ten times through the whole thing. And now we have history. God damnit.”
“That's a whole lot of swearing for someone who's going to get the best grades in the end anyway, you drama-whore.” Junsu closed his books and put them in his bag. “Come on, we have over an hour left. Let's eat.”
It wasn't until Junsu's third test which he had been preparing for his whole life he realized shit just got real. English. The only subject he wanted to drop more than math, but couldn't.
Yoochun had been done way before him and was waiting outside for him outside in the sun, smiling. Junsu's heart had dropped to his stomach the second he read the first question on that test and now that he was done, he felt like he had been hit by a ton of bricks. He passed Yoochun, not saying a word.
This whole week he had been seeing students try to cram in last bits and pieces right before the exams, the word 'stress' floating around like it was the newest slang-word. Junsu hadn't felt it until that moment.
“Well, that's rude,” Yoochun said and caught up to him. “It couldn't have gone that bad, could it?”
Junsu didn't answer. He just looked away, hoping Yoochun wouldn't see that he actually was on the brink of tears.
“Hey...” Yoochun stopped and grabbed Junsu's wrist making him stop with him. He put a hand under Junsu's chin and tilted his face towards him. “Was it really that bad?”
“Let's not talk about this here, okay...” Junsu turned around and walked towards the school.
When they finally got there Yoochun pulled him into the boy's bathroom and Junsu wrapped his arms around Yoochun's neck the second they were alone. Yoochun laughed.
“This isn't funny,” Junsu sniffed. “What if I actually fail? I really don't want to be here for another year...and without you...”
Yoochun grabbed a hold of Junsu's upper arms, pushing his away just a little bit. “I can't believe you're actually crying.”
“Me neither,” Junsu sniffed. “But I'm scared-”
“Shut up, you idiot. A week ago you were laughing at me because I was stressed out and now you're breaking down?” he chuckled. “Come here.” He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him as close as he could. “This is normal. Everyone is scared and you're not the first one to cry because of exams.”
“Still...I hate this... I feel terrible,” Junsu murmured into his shoulder. He felt Yoochun plant a kiss in his hair and a soft one on his neck. Junsu shuddered. “That's gay. But it feels good.”
“Well your best friend is a fag. Deal with it,” Yoochun said and pressed his lips against Junsu's neck again. Junsu hummed in appreciation.
“Just forget about today and concentrate on the exams that are still to come,” Yoochun murmured against his skin, making a shiver run through Junsu's spine. “And just think of what we'll be doing this summer if you feel stressed. That's what I do.”
Junsu looked up and wiped his nose with his sleeve. “I want to go to Paris now.”
“Who wouldn't,” Yoochun smiled and let go of him. He went into one of the stalls and came back with a role of toilet paper.
“Seriously, wipe your nose.”
Junsu took the role and ripped off a piece before blowing his nose in it as loud as he could.
“That was unpleasant. Anyway, just think of our four weeks in Paris. Just you, me and a hot guy named Jean-Claude-Piere-Fromage,” Yoochun grinned.
“Hey...” Junsu tugged on Yoochun's hand. “I think I have to tell you something...”
Something told Junsu that it was now or never. Now or never, now or never, now or-
“Couldn't it be just you and me...without Jean-Claude-whatever?”
“Depends,” Yoochun said, looking serious. “Can you offer me all the things Jean-Piere can?”
“I thought it was Jean-Claude?”
“Whatever.”
“And with 'things' do you mean...gay things?”
“...is that what you want?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Maybe...if it's what you want-”
Right at that moment someone came bursting out of one of the stalls, glaring at them. It was one of their classmates, Changmin. “For the love of god, could you just start making out already? This is annoying when I'm trying to study!”
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are you guys curious as to why Changmin was studying in the bathroom? I don't know, so I suggest we just roll with it. Comments are like the air I breath. I need them to live 8D