Title: They met in Copenhagen
Title: They met in Copenhagen
Author: suju_shinki
Genre: Romance, crack, the usuals.
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: 1/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu loses his luggage at the airport and his life starts from there.
1. Copenhagen
Yoochun was pulled out of his daydream by a screech in something that sounded like Korean. That was weird.
He sat up on the bench he was lying on and looked around. His eyes fell on a young man who was frantically trying to explain something to one of the security guards of the airport, by pointing at a little book in his hand.
‘Your Guide Through Europe’ it read in Korean and Yoochun chuckled. He stood up and walked over to them and leaned over the young man’s shoulder. “Can I help you?” he asked.
“O, god, finally someone who understands me. I just got off the plane but I can’t find my luggage!”
“Ah…” Yoochun quickly explained the man’s problem to the security guard, happy that in Denmark English wasn’t as big of a problem as in some other places in Europe.
“Where did he come from?” The security guard asked. “If his luggage can’t be found here it must have stayed back in the country he came from. He should try and call that airport and when they can’t find it in 5 days he could ask for compensation. The security guard walked over to one of the check in desks and got a flyer. “Here are the numbers of most of the airports around the world. If his is somehow not on there you could look it up online, of course.” The security guard smiled one last time before walking off.
Yoochun turned around to explain everything to the young man standing next to him, when he saw him staring, worried, confused. Yoochun smiled as bright as he could and saw the young man relax just a bit.
“Where did you come from?” Yoochun asked. “Korea?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, Gimpo Airport is on the list. Mister security guard says you should give them a call to ask if they found your luggage and if they don’t find it within 5 days they’ll give you some kind of compensation. Money, I presume.”
A frustrated look took over the young man’s handsome face and Yoochun couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry. It’s not the end of the world. Don’t let it ruin your vacation. Here,” he took out his cell phone and pushed it in the stranger’s hand. “Call them right now to calm your nerves.”
“Really? You’re to kind, mister,” the boy smiled and started taking over the number from the flyer onto Yoochun’s cell phone.
When the man finally hung up he didn’t look happy. “They haven’t found anything yet so I’m going to have to wait for their call and that could take five days! So much for seeing all of Europe,” he sighed. “Thank you so much for your help, I’m sorry to have been a bother to you.” He bowed and Yoochun caught his shoulders and straightened him up.
“All of Europe? You’re backpacking?”
“That was the plan. But since I have to stay here for 5 days instead of the two I had planned on I’m going to have to cancel one city-”
“Why would you stay here? You do still have your money right?”
“Yeah, but they said they’d call me back and I gave them the number of the hotel I’m going to stay in so I can’t exactly leave…”
“You could give them my number.”
“…And then what?”
Yoochun shook his head. “I’m inviting myself on your backpacking trip! Why do you think I’m at the airport? I was heading for Amsterdam but if I have to stay here another two days that’s cool. If it helps you out with finding your luggage. And trust me, travelling alone is fun, but it can get really lonely in the long run. Also, you’re English isn’t very good, is it? Do you know any other European language?”
The man shook his head, looking sceptical. “It’s really nice of you to offer and all and no offence, because I’m really thankful, but I would be crazy to trust you just like that. Even if you’re Korean.
Yoochun had felt this coming and he was pleased that this guy wasn’t an idiot. “Suit yourself. Kopenhagen is a great city. I hope you have fun and I hope everything works out with your luggage.” He waved and turned around to pick up his bag he left behind on the bench earlier-
“Okay!”
He smiled and turned around. “Okay.”
Park Yoochun, Junsu thought, I hope I don’t regret this. Junsu followed him through broad streets, new buildings all around them and water. Lots and lots of water. It was still early, around ten in the morning and Junsu had been feeling jetlagged when he finally got off the plain, but the high, watery sun sparkling on the pretty canals was like a breath of fresh air. Yoochun had said that Junsu’s hotel was pretty far away from the airport and that they were going to have to take a train there. Thankfully there was a station close and Yoochun bought their tickets.
“I’ll pay you back,” Junsu quickly said. “The second I find an ATM machine, I’ll pay you back.”
“First thing you have to know about travelling with someone is that everything comes out much cheaper. So enjoy it. You can buy us drinks later.”
Yoochun was an easy going guy, Junsu concluded. Maybe too, easy going. Or maybe I’m just paranoid. But Junsu had never met anyone who was so easily spoken around strangers and could act like they had actually known each other for years instead of 30 minutes.
Junsu decided Yoochun must be a rich kid enjoying his parents’ money the right way. The bag he had with him was probably exactly big enough for three sets of clothing and maybe some toiletries, which made him think he probably had enough money to buy stuff as he went. Junsu’s bag-which he lost-was huge and so heavy he could barely carry it around for longer than 5 minutes. His mother had been a bit too worried about her son going to the other side of the world and not having enough underwear, socks, toilet paper, pencils and god knows what else she threw in there when he looked away.
“If we share a room we’ll get off cheaper than if we get two separate rooms. How about it?”
“Ah, sure,” Junsu nodded. He wondered if Yoochun was trying to help Junsu by going for cheap stuff. He had to admit, he was happy about it. He had already planned to be as stingy as possible when it got to choosing hotels and hostels because he wanted to spent as much money on other things as possible.
Junsu’s thoughts were cut off by the thundering sound of the train riding up to the station. He looked up and saw that Yoochun was already up and ready to board. “You coming?” he asked, an amused smile playing around his lips. Junsu hurried after him and they boarded the train.
When they settled in a compartment that could seat 12 and shared it with three other people. Very tall, very blond. I’m in Europe!
“Hey, where in Korea are you from?” Yoochun asked poking Junsu in the arm.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m from Busan. Why?”
“Just curious. College?”
“Just graduated.”
“Really now? That’s pretty awesome. And?”
“And..?”
“And what is it that you graduated in?”
“Oh, anthropology. You know, people studies.”
“I know what anthropology means.”
“No, I didn’t mean-”
Yoochun chuckled. “Relax. I know. You need to start enjoying your trip, Junsu.”
“I’m trying. Really…I am. It’s just hard when something like this happens before you’ve even started,” Junsu sighed.
“It’s just makes your trip more interesting, don’t you think? More memorable.”
“That’s true. My mom would come after me if she knew I lost my luggage.”
“That sounds…nice. You must be really close with your family.”
“Yeah, with a stalker for a mother you have too.”
Yoochun laughed before patting him on the knee. “Don’t worry. We’re going to have lots of fun.”
The look in his eyes made it hard not to believe him.
Their hotel room was simple. Two beds in the middle of the room, a closet and a bathroom. Everything was clean and next to that, Junsu didn’t have many demands.
“You must be pretty tired. Do you want to sleep first or do you need a cup of coffee and you’re good to go?”
Junsu thought of the smell of coffee and got light headed. “Coffee. I don’t want to waste time on sleep. There must be so much to see and since I only have two days…”
“Coffee it is then,” Yoochun smiled and Junsu couldn’t help but stare at him, wonder who this person was. During their train ride Junsu came to another conclusion. Yoochun being a rich kid was to simple an explanation. There was more behind those eyes , but Junsu had a feeling that he wasn’t planning on telling him anything more than necessary about himself.
They had seen a Star Bucks at the Central Station where they had gotten off their train earlier. It was only a minute away and Junsu sat outside on the terrace until Yoochun came back with the biggest cup of coffee Junsu had ever seen.
“I thought you’d need it, because we still have a long day ahead of us,” he smiled handing Junsu his paper cup. He sipped his own, smaller coffee and put one foot down on seating of the chair standing next to Junsu’s. There was a breeze and Yoochun’s hair got blown out of his face a bit. Junsu had to admit this guy looked insanely cool. His movements were cool, his hair was cool, his face was cool.
As if he felt him staring, Yoochun turned around to look at him. “Have you eaten? I could get you something from inside if you want.”
“No, I’m fine. I had something on the plane-”
Yoochun laughed and turned to go back inside. When he came back he had a pack of cookies in his hands. “This is all I found. We could go look for something-”
“This is great, thank you,” Junsu quickly said taking the cookies from his hands.
“Eat up, because plane food isn’t food,” Yoochun said. “Is there anything specific you want to see?”
“I’m sorry, you’re probably going to have to see a lot of things you’ve already seen since you’re here longer. You don’t have to go with me if you really don’t want to-”
“You’re not getting rid of me,” Yoochun smirked. “You’re stuck to me for at least five days.”
“I wasn’t trying to get rid of you,” Junsu said. “I was just-”
“I know, I know. You want to see museums and stuff like that right? Then lets start with the closest one.”
After another visit of Yoochun into the café to ask the for directions the closest one ended up being the Hans Christain Andersen museum, Junsu had read a lot about before leaving.
“Who is this Hans Christian man?” Yoochun asked as they entered the museum. It was early and it was a weekday so it wasn’t very busy.
“A poet,” Junsu said. “I think he wrote fairy tales too.”
Yoochun smiled, but didn’t say anything until they reached a room with paper cuts all around them. “A poet with scissors,” he commented.
“They’re so pretty…” Junsu said. “But honestly I was expecting paintings and statues made by Vermeer and Da Vinci. Not letters written in a language I can’t even understand and paper cuts….anyway. We can go if you’re ready.”
Yoochun was looking at the paper cuts, as Junsu talked, stopping to look at one in particular now and then. “Okay.”
“If you want to stay…”
“No it’s fine. This would probably be much more interesting if I knew who this guy was anyway.”
They left the museum and headed for the next one. Junsu was happy to find out this one had an actual Rembrandt and an actual Picasso.
Yoochun just followed Junsu around and translated things when needed until lunchtime finally arrived and they settled on the riverbank, feet bungling just inches above the water. Yoochun had taken off his flipflops and now and then poked his toes into the surface of the water.
“I’ll pay you back the second we find an ATM machine,” Junsu said for the third time that day and Yoochun waved it off.
“Just eat your hotdog.”
“Actually it’s called ‘Pølser’ here in Denmark.”
“No matter what it’s called, just eat it. It’s pretty good.”
That reminded Junsu that Yoochun had been there longer than he had. He asked him how long exactly.
“Two days. I was in Oslo before I came here and my next stop is Amsterdam…unless you insist on another place first. It doesn’t really matter that much to me.”
“Next on my list was actually Berlin and Amsterdam after that.”
“Sounds good to me.”
To easygoing, Junsu thought. Way to easy going. “Do you go to school? You look my age.”
Yoochun smiled. “I am your age.”
“I guess that’s a no.”
“That’s a no.”
“Do you work? Back home, I mean,” Junsu quickly added.
“Sure. I do a job here or there.”
Junsu realized he wasn’t going to get a word out of him and his trust of the guy got even smaller than it already was. He took a bite of his Pølser and chugged down half a bottle of water right after it.
“Do you want to go out tonight? They have great clubs around here. We could go back to the hotel after we eat, you could rest since I’m pretty sure you’re beaten to the bone after a 24 hour flight, and after that we could hit town again.”
“…I don’t have any clothes to go clubbing though.”
And just like that Junsu was sitting at a table across from his new travel buddy wearing a simple white v-neck Yoochun had leant him.
Junsu was happy Yoochun had picked a club like this. The music wasn’t too loud, it wasn’t too crowded and the dance floor was clearly separated from the bar and seating area.
“Someone is checking you out,” Yoochun said all of a sudden making Junsu snap out of his thoughts of appreciation.
“What?”
“Don’t be too obvious but there are two girls over there and they’re trying to get you’re attention. They’re cute. I’d go for it.”
Junsu shook his head. The idea of someone checking him out when someone as cool and suave as Yoochun was around was absurd. “They’re probably looking at you. You can go over there if you,” Junsu suggested, not wanting Yoochun to get the feeling he was restricted by Junsu in any way.
Yoochun chuckled and it was the first time Junsu noticed the wrinkles at the sides of his eyes. “I would. If I swung that way.”
It took a few moments for Junsu to understand what Yoochun had just said.
“You’re gay?” he asked, sounding a bit too shocked in even his own ears.
“Didn’t mean to startle you like that,” Yoochun said, covering his mouth in what was probably a very amused grin. Junsu felt the need to explain himself.
“No, I mean, it’s not like I have anything against it. Not at all, I just never suspected it and I didn’t think that you would be and I don’t know and when I was thirteen me and my friend touched each others penises-”
“Woah there, tiger,” Yoochun said. He was now full on laughing and Junsu felt his face burn up. That was the most embarrassing thing he had ever encountered. Okay, maybe second most embarrassing thing, after that time he and Hyukjae touched each others penises and Hyukjae’s mother walked in and threw holey water at them.
“Don’t worry about it,” Yoochun continued, still laughing. “I shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that. Just thought you should know.”
“No, no, it’s okay. You didn’t spring anything on me,” Junsu tried to convince him. Find back your cool, Junsu, find back your cool. “I’ll get us some drinks. What do you want?” he asked and stood up, his knees bumped the table and it shook, but he ignored it.
“Did you go to an ATM machine without me knowing?” Yoochun asked, tilting his head.
Junsu sat back down and stared at the table. “No. I forgot I didn’t have any money.”
Yoochun laughed again and stood up. He walked over to Junsu’s side and put his hands on his shoulders. “Come one, we’ll get our drinks together.”
Before the y had even left their hotel, Junsu had decided that he wasn’t letting anyone buy him drinks in the fear that someone-Yoochun- might slip something into it and either rob him from his wallet, rape him, murder him or all of the above. He guessed that going and buying drinks together was a good compromise so he stood up and followed Yoochun to the bar where a blond girl wearing a tight black t-shirt with the club’s logo on it.
“Hvad kan jeg få dig,” came out of her mouth. At least that’s what Junsu thought.
Yoochun smiled at her and spoke in English. She laughed and Junsu was oblivious to whatever joke they had just made. A couple of fast and light sentences later Yoochun turned to Junsu to ask him what he wanted to drink.
“A French Martini,” Junsu said, without thinking. It was the only alcoholic drink he could get down without throwing everything up again. Yoochun hummed approvingly and ordered two French Martini’s. Junsu friends at home laughed at him every time they went out and ordered the pink Martini, according to them it was a girl’s drink.
“You know, you should loosen up more,” Yoochun said while they waited for their drinks to be made. “You’re on vacation, you shouldn’t care what anyone-including me- is going to think about you.”
Junsu wondered if he was that obvious. He probably was. They got their drinks and went back to their table which had miraculously stayed empty.
Junsu took a sip of his pinkish drink and feels the vodka burn his throat. He doesn’t like alcohol all that much, but this just hit’s the spot. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol, Yoochun’s words or maybe both that made him ask what he asked after finishing his drink. “You want to dance?”
Junsu was happy to find out that he still remembered everything the next morning. They hadn’t had more to drink than that one French Martini each and after that the girl at the bar kept pushing them free glasses of orange juice. Junsu didn’t need to understand what she was saying to know that she was flirting with them.
It was funny how a change of environment and company could make people look at you in a whole different way. With his friends, in Korea Junsu was that guy who always jokes around, the one who makes all the girls laugh, the one who they go to when they want the phone number of one of his friends. In the club, with Yoochun Junsu could feel the eyes on him, people were watching him dance, watching them dance. It felt good, not being overshadowed by rowdy friends for once.
When Junsu woke up, Yoochun was already awake and for some reason that didn’t surprise him. “Good morning,” Junsu mumbled and Yoochun smiled at him from his own bed, as he sat on top of the covers completely dressed.
“How’d you sleep?” Yoochun asked, getting up from the bed. He moved to the windows and slid the curtains open. He must have waited for him to wake up to open them, Junsu guessed. That’s nice.
“Like a baby,” Junsu answered, stretching before sitting up. It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light, other than that Junsu felt great. You’re in Europe!
“Good. There’s a train leaving for Berlin around nine this evening. Is that okay with you?”
Junsu didn’t ask how Yoochun knew that. All he said was “That’s fine.”
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So I started a new story without finishing one. I hate me too. But. I was too curious as to what you'd think of this because it's different from my usual crackiness. and it's long. O.O it's a looong chapter and all the chapters for this fic should be pretty long. Tell me what you guys think, okay?I've got a feeling this got pretty boring in somewhere in the middle, but I've got a lot planned for this so bear with meh<3
Author: suju_shinki
Genre: Romance, crack, the usuals.
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: 1/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu loses his luggage at the airport and his life starts from there.
1. Copenhagen
Yoochun was pulled out of his daydream by a screech in something that sounded like Korean. That was weird.
He sat up on the bench he was lying on and looked around. His eyes fell on a young man who was frantically trying to explain something to one of the security guards of the airport, by pointing at a little book in his hand.
‘Your Guide Through Europe’ it read in Korean and Yoochun chuckled. He stood up and walked over to them and leaned over the young man’s shoulder. “Can I help you?” he asked.
“O, god, finally someone who understands me. I just got off the plane but I can’t find my luggage!”
“Ah…” Yoochun quickly explained the man’s problem to the security guard, happy that in Denmark English wasn’t as big of a problem as in some other places in Europe.
“Where did he come from?” The security guard asked. “If his luggage can’t be found here it must have stayed back in the country he came from. He should try and call that airport and when they can’t find it in 5 days he could ask for compensation. The security guard walked over to one of the check in desks and got a flyer. “Here are the numbers of most of the airports around the world. If his is somehow not on there you could look it up online, of course.” The security guard smiled one last time before walking off.
Yoochun turned around to explain everything to the young man standing next to him, when he saw him staring, worried, confused. Yoochun smiled as bright as he could and saw the young man relax just a bit.
“Where did you come from?” Yoochun asked. “Korea?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, Gimpo Airport is on the list. Mister security guard says you should give them a call to ask if they found your luggage and if they don’t find it within 5 days they’ll give you some kind of compensation. Money, I presume.”
A frustrated look took over the young man’s handsome face and Yoochun couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry. It’s not the end of the world. Don’t let it ruin your vacation. Here,” he took out his cell phone and pushed it in the stranger’s hand. “Call them right now to calm your nerves.”
“Really? You’re to kind, mister,” the boy smiled and started taking over the number from the flyer onto Yoochun’s cell phone.
When the man finally hung up he didn’t look happy. “They haven’t found anything yet so I’m going to have to wait for their call and that could take five days! So much for seeing all of Europe,” he sighed. “Thank you so much for your help, I’m sorry to have been a bother to you.” He bowed and Yoochun caught his shoulders and straightened him up.
“All of Europe? You’re backpacking?”
“That was the plan. But since I have to stay here for 5 days instead of the two I had planned on I’m going to have to cancel one city-”
“Why would you stay here? You do still have your money right?”
“Yeah, but they said they’d call me back and I gave them the number of the hotel I’m going to stay in so I can’t exactly leave…”
“You could give them my number.”
“…And then what?”
Yoochun shook his head. “I’m inviting myself on your backpacking trip! Why do you think I’m at the airport? I was heading for Amsterdam but if I have to stay here another two days that’s cool. If it helps you out with finding your luggage. And trust me, travelling alone is fun, but it can get really lonely in the long run. Also, you’re English isn’t very good, is it? Do you know any other European language?”
The man shook his head, looking sceptical. “It’s really nice of you to offer and all and no offence, because I’m really thankful, but I would be crazy to trust you just like that. Even if you’re Korean.
Yoochun had felt this coming and he was pleased that this guy wasn’t an idiot. “Suit yourself. Kopenhagen is a great city. I hope you have fun and I hope everything works out with your luggage.” He waved and turned around to pick up his bag he left behind on the bench earlier-
“Okay!”
He smiled and turned around. “Okay.”
Park Yoochun, Junsu thought, I hope I don’t regret this. Junsu followed him through broad streets, new buildings all around them and water. Lots and lots of water. It was still early, around ten in the morning and Junsu had been feeling jetlagged when he finally got off the plain, but the high, watery sun sparkling on the pretty canals was like a breath of fresh air. Yoochun had said that Junsu’s hotel was pretty far away from the airport and that they were going to have to take a train there. Thankfully there was a station close and Yoochun bought their tickets.
“I’ll pay you back,” Junsu quickly said. “The second I find an ATM machine, I’ll pay you back.”
“First thing you have to know about travelling with someone is that everything comes out much cheaper. So enjoy it. You can buy us drinks later.”
Yoochun was an easy going guy, Junsu concluded. Maybe too, easy going. Or maybe I’m just paranoid. But Junsu had never met anyone who was so easily spoken around strangers and could act like they had actually known each other for years instead of 30 minutes.
Junsu decided Yoochun must be a rich kid enjoying his parents’ money the right way. The bag he had with him was probably exactly big enough for three sets of clothing and maybe some toiletries, which made him think he probably had enough money to buy stuff as he went. Junsu’s bag-which he lost-was huge and so heavy he could barely carry it around for longer than 5 minutes. His mother had been a bit too worried about her son going to the other side of the world and not having enough underwear, socks, toilet paper, pencils and god knows what else she threw in there when he looked away.
“If we share a room we’ll get off cheaper than if we get two separate rooms. How about it?”
“Ah, sure,” Junsu nodded. He wondered if Yoochun was trying to help Junsu by going for cheap stuff. He had to admit, he was happy about it. He had already planned to be as stingy as possible when it got to choosing hotels and hostels because he wanted to spent as much money on other things as possible.
Junsu’s thoughts were cut off by the thundering sound of the train riding up to the station. He looked up and saw that Yoochun was already up and ready to board. “You coming?” he asked, an amused smile playing around his lips. Junsu hurried after him and they boarded the train.
When they settled in a compartment that could seat 12 and shared it with three other people. Very tall, very blond. I’m in Europe!
“Hey, where in Korea are you from?” Yoochun asked poking Junsu in the arm.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m from Busan. Why?”
“Just curious. College?”
“Just graduated.”
“Really now? That’s pretty awesome. And?”
“And..?”
“And what is it that you graduated in?”
“Oh, anthropology. You know, people studies.”
“I know what anthropology means.”
“No, I didn’t mean-”
Yoochun chuckled. “Relax. I know. You need to start enjoying your trip, Junsu.”
“I’m trying. Really…I am. It’s just hard when something like this happens before you’ve even started,” Junsu sighed.
“It’s just makes your trip more interesting, don’t you think? More memorable.”
“That’s true. My mom would come after me if she knew I lost my luggage.”
“That sounds…nice. You must be really close with your family.”
“Yeah, with a stalker for a mother you have too.”
Yoochun laughed before patting him on the knee. “Don’t worry. We’re going to have lots of fun.”
The look in his eyes made it hard not to believe him.
Their hotel room was simple. Two beds in the middle of the room, a closet and a bathroom. Everything was clean and next to that, Junsu didn’t have many demands.
“You must be pretty tired. Do you want to sleep first or do you need a cup of coffee and you’re good to go?”
Junsu thought of the smell of coffee and got light headed. “Coffee. I don’t want to waste time on sleep. There must be so much to see and since I only have two days…”
“Coffee it is then,” Yoochun smiled and Junsu couldn’t help but stare at him, wonder who this person was. During their train ride Junsu came to another conclusion. Yoochun being a rich kid was to simple an explanation. There was more behind those eyes , but Junsu had a feeling that he wasn’t planning on telling him anything more than necessary about himself.
They had seen a Star Bucks at the Central Station where they had gotten off their train earlier. It was only a minute away and Junsu sat outside on the terrace until Yoochun came back with the biggest cup of coffee Junsu had ever seen.
“I thought you’d need it, because we still have a long day ahead of us,” he smiled handing Junsu his paper cup. He sipped his own, smaller coffee and put one foot down on seating of the chair standing next to Junsu’s. There was a breeze and Yoochun’s hair got blown out of his face a bit. Junsu had to admit this guy looked insanely cool. His movements were cool, his hair was cool, his face was cool.
As if he felt him staring, Yoochun turned around to look at him. “Have you eaten? I could get you something from inside if you want.”
“No, I’m fine. I had something on the plane-”
Yoochun laughed and turned to go back inside. When he came back he had a pack of cookies in his hands. “This is all I found. We could go look for something-”
“This is great, thank you,” Junsu quickly said taking the cookies from his hands.
“Eat up, because plane food isn’t food,” Yoochun said. “Is there anything specific you want to see?”
“I’m sorry, you’re probably going to have to see a lot of things you’ve already seen since you’re here longer. You don’t have to go with me if you really don’t want to-”
“You’re not getting rid of me,” Yoochun smirked. “You’re stuck to me for at least five days.”
“I wasn’t trying to get rid of you,” Junsu said. “I was just-”
“I know, I know. You want to see museums and stuff like that right? Then lets start with the closest one.”
After another visit of Yoochun into the café to ask the for directions the closest one ended up being the Hans Christain Andersen museum, Junsu had read a lot about before leaving.
“Who is this Hans Christian man?” Yoochun asked as they entered the museum. It was early and it was a weekday so it wasn’t very busy.
“A poet,” Junsu said. “I think he wrote fairy tales too.”
Yoochun smiled, but didn’t say anything until they reached a room with paper cuts all around them. “A poet with scissors,” he commented.
“They’re so pretty…” Junsu said. “But honestly I was expecting paintings and statues made by Vermeer and Da Vinci. Not letters written in a language I can’t even understand and paper cuts….anyway. We can go if you’re ready.”
Yoochun was looking at the paper cuts, as Junsu talked, stopping to look at one in particular now and then. “Okay.”
“If you want to stay…”
“No it’s fine. This would probably be much more interesting if I knew who this guy was anyway.”
They left the museum and headed for the next one. Junsu was happy to find out this one had an actual Rembrandt and an actual Picasso.
Yoochun just followed Junsu around and translated things when needed until lunchtime finally arrived and they settled on the riverbank, feet bungling just inches above the water. Yoochun had taken off his flipflops and now and then poked his toes into the surface of the water.
“I’ll pay you back the second we find an ATM machine,” Junsu said for the third time that day and Yoochun waved it off.
“Just eat your hotdog.”
“Actually it’s called ‘Pølser’ here in Denmark.”
“No matter what it’s called, just eat it. It’s pretty good.”
That reminded Junsu that Yoochun had been there longer than he had. He asked him how long exactly.
“Two days. I was in Oslo before I came here and my next stop is Amsterdam…unless you insist on another place first. It doesn’t really matter that much to me.”
“Next on my list was actually Berlin and Amsterdam after that.”
“Sounds good to me.”
To easygoing, Junsu thought. Way to easy going. “Do you go to school? You look my age.”
Yoochun smiled. “I am your age.”
“I guess that’s a no.”
“That’s a no.”
“Do you work? Back home, I mean,” Junsu quickly added.
“Sure. I do a job here or there.”
Junsu realized he wasn’t going to get a word out of him and his trust of the guy got even smaller than it already was. He took a bite of his Pølser and chugged down half a bottle of water right after it.
“Do you want to go out tonight? They have great clubs around here. We could go back to the hotel after we eat, you could rest since I’m pretty sure you’re beaten to the bone after a 24 hour flight, and after that we could hit town again.”
“…I don’t have any clothes to go clubbing though.”
And just like that Junsu was sitting at a table across from his new travel buddy wearing a simple white v-neck Yoochun had leant him.
Junsu was happy Yoochun had picked a club like this. The music wasn’t too loud, it wasn’t too crowded and the dance floor was clearly separated from the bar and seating area.
“Someone is checking you out,” Yoochun said all of a sudden making Junsu snap out of his thoughts of appreciation.
“What?”
“Don’t be too obvious but there are two girls over there and they’re trying to get you’re attention. They’re cute. I’d go for it.”
Junsu shook his head. The idea of someone checking him out when someone as cool and suave as Yoochun was around was absurd. “They’re probably looking at you. You can go over there if you,” Junsu suggested, not wanting Yoochun to get the feeling he was restricted by Junsu in any way.
Yoochun chuckled and it was the first time Junsu noticed the wrinkles at the sides of his eyes. “I would. If I swung that way.”
It took a few moments for Junsu to understand what Yoochun had just said.
“You’re gay?” he asked, sounding a bit too shocked in even his own ears.
“Didn’t mean to startle you like that,” Yoochun said, covering his mouth in what was probably a very amused grin. Junsu felt the need to explain himself.
“No, I mean, it’s not like I have anything against it. Not at all, I just never suspected it and I didn’t think that you would be and I don’t know and when I was thirteen me and my friend touched each others penises-”
“Woah there, tiger,” Yoochun said. He was now full on laughing and Junsu felt his face burn up. That was the most embarrassing thing he had ever encountered. Okay, maybe second most embarrassing thing, after that time he and Hyukjae touched each others penises and Hyukjae’s mother walked in and threw holey water at them.
“Don’t worry about it,” Yoochun continued, still laughing. “I shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that. Just thought you should know.”
“No, no, it’s okay. You didn’t spring anything on me,” Junsu tried to convince him. Find back your cool, Junsu, find back your cool. “I’ll get us some drinks. What do you want?” he asked and stood up, his knees bumped the table and it shook, but he ignored it.
“Did you go to an ATM machine without me knowing?” Yoochun asked, tilting his head.
Junsu sat back down and stared at the table. “No. I forgot I didn’t have any money.”
Yoochun laughed again and stood up. He walked over to Junsu’s side and put his hands on his shoulders. “Come one, we’ll get our drinks together.”
Before the y had even left their hotel, Junsu had decided that he wasn’t letting anyone buy him drinks in the fear that someone-Yoochun- might slip something into it and either rob him from his wallet, rape him, murder him or all of the above. He guessed that going and buying drinks together was a good compromise so he stood up and followed Yoochun to the bar where a blond girl wearing a tight black t-shirt with the club’s logo on it.
“Hvad kan jeg få dig,” came out of her mouth. At least that’s what Junsu thought.
Yoochun smiled at her and spoke in English. She laughed and Junsu was oblivious to whatever joke they had just made. A couple of fast and light sentences later Yoochun turned to Junsu to ask him what he wanted to drink.
“A French Martini,” Junsu said, without thinking. It was the only alcoholic drink he could get down without throwing everything up again. Yoochun hummed approvingly and ordered two French Martini’s. Junsu friends at home laughed at him every time they went out and ordered the pink Martini, according to them it was a girl’s drink.
“You know, you should loosen up more,” Yoochun said while they waited for their drinks to be made. “You’re on vacation, you shouldn’t care what anyone-including me- is going to think about you.”
Junsu wondered if he was that obvious. He probably was. They got their drinks and went back to their table which had miraculously stayed empty.
Junsu took a sip of his pinkish drink and feels the vodka burn his throat. He doesn’t like alcohol all that much, but this just hit’s the spot. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol, Yoochun’s words or maybe both that made him ask what he asked after finishing his drink. “You want to dance?”
Junsu was happy to find out that he still remembered everything the next morning. They hadn’t had more to drink than that one French Martini each and after that the girl at the bar kept pushing them free glasses of orange juice. Junsu didn’t need to understand what she was saying to know that she was flirting with them.
It was funny how a change of environment and company could make people look at you in a whole different way. With his friends, in Korea Junsu was that guy who always jokes around, the one who makes all the girls laugh, the one who they go to when they want the phone number of one of his friends. In the club, with Yoochun Junsu could feel the eyes on him, people were watching him dance, watching them dance. It felt good, not being overshadowed by rowdy friends for once.
When Junsu woke up, Yoochun was already awake and for some reason that didn’t surprise him. “Good morning,” Junsu mumbled and Yoochun smiled at him from his own bed, as he sat on top of the covers completely dressed.
“How’d you sleep?” Yoochun asked, getting up from the bed. He moved to the windows and slid the curtains open. He must have waited for him to wake up to open them, Junsu guessed. That’s nice.
“Like a baby,” Junsu answered, stretching before sitting up. It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light, other than that Junsu felt great. You’re in Europe!
“Good. There’s a train leaving for Berlin around nine this evening. Is that okay with you?”
Junsu didn’t ask how Yoochun knew that. All he said was “That’s fine.”
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So I started a new story without finishing one. I hate me too. But. I was too curious as to what you'd think of this because it's different from my usual crackiness. and it's long. O.O it's a looong chapter and all the chapters for this fic should be pretty long. Tell me what you guys think, okay?I've got a feeling this got pretty boring in somewhere in the middle, but I've got a lot planned for this so bear with meh<3