Super (Hero)
Title: Super (Hero)
Author: suju_shinki
Pairing: yoosu
Genre: fluff, angstish kinda.
Rating: PG-13
Length: Oneshot
Summary: Yoochun is a bored soldier, Junsu is a star.
Super (Hero)
Yoochun had learned himself to do tricks with his chewing gum. His record was to pop it six times in a row, inside his mouth. Its how he kept himself amused during his shifts. He was stationed at one of the busiest streets in Seoul, right outside of the Hilton, on the bridge crossing the canal. It wasn't unusual for him to see limousines ride up in front of the hotel, and to see some celebrity step out. At least he thought they must be celebrities, he didn't watch much tv.
It was a cold late afternoon one day when Yoochun noticed something out of the ordinary coming up the road. It was one of the big Hummers idols were often transported in and it was speeding. Yoochun frowned and spit his gum into the canal before walking over the bridge and crossing the road. He stopped in the middle of it and held up his hand for the car to stop. It wasn't until he stood there that he noticed the cars behind it, driving just as fast. He cursed under his breath, wondering what these idiots thought they were doing speeding through a busy street like this one. He took a step back to stand at the side of the road, in case the other cars hadn't seen him and wouldn't slow down on time.
The first car slowed down and eventually stopped just a few feet away from him. To Yoochun's great surprise someone out of one of the other cars jumped out before it had even completely come to a stop. The man had a huge camera hanging around his neck and ran up to the first car snapping pictures through the windows. Yoochun was annoyed by the fact that he got completely ignored. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of this man's jacket and yanked him backwards.
"Excuse you," Yoochun said and spun the man around to face him. "Why were you driving like a lunatic?"
More men and women had stepped out of their cars, all with camera's hanging from their necks. They looked taken a back by the sight of Yoochun man handling one of their own and stopped in their tracks.
"Xiah Junsu," the man stammered. "He's in there. We just wanted a few pictures of him with his lover. We wouldn't be speeding if they hadn't-"
"Shut up, right now," Yoochun barked. "Get into your car and stay there until I'm with you. Your plate numbers have been recorded so if you run I'll find you. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, now leave." He released the man and watched him run back to his car. Yoochun moved up to the first car and even before he reached it, the door slid open and what seemed to be a young red head came dashing towards him and clung onto his arm.
"Please, sir, they won't leave me alone."
Yoochun studied the young man's familiar looking face for a few seconds before trying to shake him off. "What gives you the right," Yoochun snapped. "Tell me what your problem is."
The boy bit his lip and frustration was written all over his face. The men who could only be paparazzi had all come out of their cars again, snapping pictures as they inched closer.
"I'll escort you into the hotel, if that's what you want," Yoochun said. "They won't come near you."
"And what about tomorrow?" The boy snapped. "And the day after tomorrow? Who's going to keep them from writing all that-"
"Sir, I really can't help you with-"
He was cut off when the young man turned around, grabbed Yoochun's gloved hand and faced the paparazzi, his chin up, his chest out. "How can I have impregnated anyone if I've liked men all along?" He called out to them. "My lover is a soldier-"
Yoochun's hand shot up and he covered the boy's mouth. "Are you insane?" He hissed. "What is wrong with you? I don't even know you!"
Within seconds another man had jumped out of the car and reached the two.
"Junsu, you fucking moron, I swear I will kill you. I will fucking kill you!" He hissed and pulled the both of them into the hotel with him. Yoochun followed in a daze. This didn't happen to him. This didn't happen to a soldier on the job. Soldiers got shot, mangled, heavily injured, soldiers died on the job. Soldiers didn't...they didn't experience whatever the hell this was he was experiencing.
"Well excuse the fuck out of me, Junsu! I didn't know this was part of your masterplan to ruin your fucking career. How on earth am I going to explain this to those dicks higher up? They will fucking eat me alive and you'll just sit here in your warm hotel room with your sexy soldier ordering roomservice on the company's tab. Fuck you, okay? Fuck you!"
Yoochun could only stand there and listened to what must be this Junsu's manager. Junsu sat in a chair, seemingly deep in thought while his manager ranted.
"What do we do now, though?" The manager asked. "How did you see this in your head, Junsu? Please give me something to work with here. Help me figure out the next step.”
“There is no next step. They know the truth now, let them do whatever they want,” Junsu sighed. “I can't take this anymore, Yunho. I really...I don't care.”
“You don't care?” Yunho asked. “Really? How many fans do you have? How many people who are counting on you? Who are crying themselves to sleep to your music? I remember a time when that was the only thing that mattered to you. Your true fans don't give a shit about those bullcrap articles. I wish you could just remember that.”
Yunho stood up and walked over to Yoochun, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I'm really sorry about this officer. I'll get you a room and you can stay for as long as needed. Those dicks will be out there for a while.”
“No,” Yoochun said and pushed Yunho's hand away. “I don't exactly know what's going on here, but I'm leaving. This could be the end of my career, okay? And if it is, I will have your heads.”
“Jesus Christ, Junsu,” Yunho sighed. “Really, you couldn't have chosen anyone else to ruin but a soldier? Didn't you think he may have done enough for this country?”
“He's supposed to protect us isn't he? Us, me, whatever.”
“From North Korea, not the fucking paparazzi!”
“Well North Korea isn't here right now, but they are so there!”
Yoochun closed his eyes for a few seconds and made himself count to ten. He couldn't believe the nerve of this prissy little princess who obviously hadn't served his time in the military yet, otherwise this type of behaviour would have been beaten out of him.
“Both of you sit down,” Yoochun snapped at them and Yunho rolled his eyes before taking a seat next to Junsu in a chair.
“I could be kicked out of the force,” Yoochun said as he stood in front of them. “So tell me how famous this kid is and what the chances are of my lieutenant getting news of this.”
“You don't know who I am?” Junsu asked and blinked a few times.
“Not everyone knows you, Junsu. There are more important things in the world,” Yunho said before facing Yoochun. “I'm really sorry but I your lieutenant reads the newspaper or watches the news, he's going to find out. Junsu has been in the news a lot lately. He's pretty big.”
“Great. Really, this is amazing. This is always how I imagined coming out of the closet to be like. Thanks, guys. Thanks.”
“Yunho, he has a gun,” Junsu whispered.
“Shut up, Junsu.”
“I'm just saying this is starting to look a lot like a hostage situation,” Junsu murmured.
“You were the one who did this to me, okay? Don't try to turn this around, you little dick,” Yoochun said.
“You can't talk to me like that,” Junsu wailed and got up out of his chair. “Yunho, tell him he can't talk to me like that.”
“Shut up, Junsu. Listen, I'm going to see with the hotel staff what they can do to keep those creeps out. Meanwhile, just stay here. The both of you. Sir,” he added when Yoochun frowned at him.
He stood up and walked towards the door.
“You're leaving me here with a guy holding a shotgun?” Junsu asked. “Is this really how you-”
“Shut up, Junsu. My god.” And with that Yunho left the room leaving them alone.
“ I should shoot you for this,” Yoochun murmured.
“I heard that.”
“Good.”
“You really shouldn't talk to me like that. If my fans-”
“Can you please stop talking? I don't give a fuck about you or your fans. You ruined me. I could sue you for so many things, you don't even know.”
“...Can I touch your gun?”
“No, really,” Junsu said four hours later. “Forty five thousand seats, four shows and all were sold out. It was amazing.”
“That's a lot of people. Must have felt great.”
“Nothing like it, really nothing like it.”
They were sitting across from each other on the floor with Yoochun's rifle in the middle. Yoochun had given in to Junsu's whining about wanting to touch it and had taken out the bullets before handing it over. His lieutenant would kill him without a second thought if he ever found out he had handed over his gun to anyone, let alone someone who wasn't licensed. The look on this kid's face, graced with childlike excitement and, well, gorgeousness made him think it may just be worth it for one time.
Yunho had called them not long after he left with the message that he'd be back as fast as he could, but that he needed to go up to the company first and see what the outcome of all this would be. They were three and a half hours further and still no sign of him.
“I'd like to do my time in the army soon,” Junsu said stroking the gun with the tips of his fingers. “Maybe that will solve this whole mess.”
“You should have thought of that before exclaiming to the world that you're gay. They don't take that too well in the army,” Yoochun sighed. “Which reminds me that you may have ruined me.”
“I didn't mean to, though,” Junsu said. “I respect your job and I just... I saw you standing there and you looked so strong and cool and how you handled that reporter man... I just thought you'd help me...”
“I am here to help, but what you did was inexcusable. I should have made you do push ups or something, but I'm too tired to do the mean soldier thing right now.”
“I can do them anyway if that'll make you feel better?”
“Sure,” Yoochun chuckled and leaned back on his hands. “Drop and give me twenty.”
“Yes sir,” Junsu grinned and got on his hands and knees before starting with his push ups. To Yoochun's surprise Junsu was light and strong, his push ups were neat and powerful. “Ten more,” Yoochun said when he had reached twenty, because he had just noticed something interesting. The kid had a nice ass.
“Yes sir,” Junsu said and did ten more. “Ah, those last ones were hard,” Junsu panted.
“It'll be a lot harder in the army. But you seem to be in good shape, so I bet you'll do fine. It's your attitude I'd be worried about. No one there cares about who you are or how many album's you've sold and if you try to remind them you'll eat dirt. Pretty boys usually eat the most dirt.”
“Aw, you called me pretty,” Junsu chuckled and Yoochun frowned.
“That wasn't a complement.”
“Maybe not for you,” Junsu said. “But saying someone is pretty is super nice when you're not a soldier. You're super nice.”
“Excuse you, I'm not here to be nice and being nice will not help you in battle. Speaking of. I should be out there fighting evil instead of sitting here wasting my time with you.”
“Fighting evil? I didn't know being a soldier meant being a comic book character.”
“Are you making fun of me? I know ten ways of killing you without even standing up, do you really want to try me?”
"But you're super nice, so you wouldn't just hurt someone, right mister soldier-man?"
"You sound like a three year old."
"A super famous, super sexy, super super three year old."
"Super," Yoochun rolled his eyes and put one hand on Junsu's head before slightly pushing it to the side. "How old are you anyway?"
"Twenty two," Junsu answered. "I'll be twenty three in December."
"Really? Your only six months younger than me. Weird."
"But I bet we both haven't experienced all the things a normal twenty two year old should have experienced," Junsu said with his eyes on Yoochun's gun again.
"My life is pretty normal," Yoochun shrugged. "I get to go home every night and sleep in my own bed and see my family whenever I want. That's what important isn't it? In a normal life?"
"Jealous," Junsu murmured. "Since the rumours started I can't even go home, the reporters are always there. The sad thing is that my home isn't even that far from here but here I am, staying it a hotel, with you, stranger-fake-boyfriend-soldier-guy."
"Can you stop making up names for me? It's officer Park. Or...Yoochun, whichever."
It was weird letting a random civilian call him by his first name. But nothing about this situation was normal, so he let it slide.
He wondered what he'd do if he really lost his position in the army because of this kid. He'd probably join the local police force, if they'd take him. If. He still couldn't believe he had been pulled into this person's scandal so easily. One moment he was just chewing his gum and nodding to stranger who smiled at him and the next he was stuck in five star hotel with what appeared to be a super super super star or whatever. He sighed loudly and buried his face in his hands.
"Hey, at least we're both ruined together, right?" Junsu said and pulled away Yoochun's hands.
"That would help...if I actually knew you and gave a damn."
"Hey, now that's not very nice at all-"
It was then that the door to the room opened and Yunho came in holding two pizza boxes.
"What's all this?" Yunho asked, motioning to their position on the floor. "Playing spin the bottle with two people? ...And with a gun? That's...dangerous."
"Is that pizza?" Junsu asked. "I was just about to order room service."
"Here," Yunho said and put both boxes down on the floor next to them. "Be careful with that gun. I'll be back as soon as possible." And he was out of the door before anyone could say anything.
As soon as possible ended up being forty eight hours later. Yunho called every hour, updating them with what was going on outside, most of it wasn't good news. The crowd only got bigger and bigger before it finally thinned out. Yoochun and Junsu didn't leave the hotel room. It was around the seventh hour when Yoochun decided it was time to get comfortable and took off his gloves and boots. It was midnight, but sleep didn't seem to be an option. Junsu watched him, asked him a lot of questions, but was generally good company.
Around the eleventh hour Yoochun got curious about what kind of music Junsu made and Junsu sang for him, one of his songs, a song Yoochun didn't know. All he knew was that this Xiah Junsu had talent and that it was lost in all the attention that went to his personal life instead.
An hour later Yoochun gave in to Junsu's request of Yoochun to learn him how to hold a rifle. They touched each other and Yoochun thought it'd be a great story to tell, that he had taught Xiah Junsu the famous singer how to hold a gun in a hotel room.
It was around fifteen hour, when morning came, that they we're too tired to stay up any longer. Or at least that's what Yoochun told himself, because honestly there had been times where he had been awake for three straight days. But he pushed those thoughts aside as he helped Junsu's tired body to bed and laid down next to him. The bed was big, he kept his distance.
They didn't sleep for very long, because Yunho kept calling and after 3 hours they stopped trying. There was still some left over pizza and they ate that for breakfast. Yoochun's lieutenant called but didn't say anything about what happened the day before, instead he just asked why Yoochun wasn't on his post and Yoochun told him he was sick. He knew he'd be screwed if they checked up on him at home, which wasn't unusual, but brushed it off thinking it wouldn't really matter in a few hours anyway. He considered telling his lieutenant the truth about what happened, leaving the part of himself being gay out of course, but he couldn't get it over his heart. For some reason Junsu had said what he said to the media and he couldn't ruin it all for him just yet.
Twenty hours in they started playing games. I spy, truth or dare, and I have never. Junsu ordered a bottle of pop. Yunho had warned him not to get drunk.
The games had given them enough material to talk about for the next 24 hours. Junsu cried around hour twenty six. He cried for his parents, his brother, the friends he hadn't spoken to in weeks, he cried for his future, he cried for Yunho who apparently had put his own job on the line more than once for him. He cried a lot and Yoochun just sat there with him and told him that at least they were ruined together and Junsu laughed.
Junsu asked him what he could expect of the army and Yoochun told him about his training days. About the battle he'd fought everyday getting up at four in the morning, about the crap they called food and about the total and complete fatigue he had felt at a few moments. He told him about his months in Afghanistan and how he really didn't want to leave, about how it felt to come out of a war zone and be put on a street in the middle of Seoul, like a random traffic cop. About how so much seemed meaningless now.
“You'd think that all those people outside would want to cover stories about war zones or at least other things that actually matter,” Junsu had murmured.
“Yeah, you'd think that,” Yoochun had answered.
Yunho came around the forty eighth hour holding a stack of newspapers, looking triumphant. “Not one article about Xiah Junsu,” he grinned. “No need to drop to your knees and worship the ground I walk on. I just...I'm just going to lie down right here.” He threw the stack of newspapers on the floor where Junsu and Yoochun were sitting and playing I spy again before flopping down onto the bed.
“What does this mean though?” Junsu asked. “What did you do?”
“Basically, I sold my soul to the devil. All for you, Kim Junsu, all for you.”
“Are there still reporters outside?”
“No. Some half nude pictures of Hero were leaked. Pretty provoking stuff. Front page news. No one cares about you anymore...”
“I love Hero,” Yoochun said and reached for a newspapers. “Did you say naked?”
Junsu slapped his hand away. “You know Hero but you don't know me? Why?”
“Is that really what's important here? There are nude pictures of Hero right there.”
“Selling out your boyfriend to protect this guy?” Yoochun said pointing at Junsu. “Really?”
“Hey, I'm more important than-”
“Don't even go there, Junsu. And I didn't sell him out. Jaejoong loves the attention and they were all just pictures from his photobook that's coming out soon. He agreed.” Yunho's eyes darkened as he said that and Yoochun remembered him saying he had 'sold his soul to the devil'. He could only imagine.
“Well if this is it, then I'll be taking my leave now,” Yoochun said. “It was...nice meeting you and I hope you'll get through this without too much trouble.”
He was almost at the door when he heard Junsu's whisper. “Yunho, get his number for me please.”
Author: suju_shinki
Pairing: yoosu
Genre: fluff, angstish kinda.
Rating: PG-13
Length: Oneshot
Summary: Yoochun is a bored soldier, Junsu is a star.
Super (Hero)
Yoochun had learned himself to do tricks with his chewing gum. His record was to pop it six times in a row, inside his mouth. Its how he kept himself amused during his shifts. He was stationed at one of the busiest streets in Seoul, right outside of the Hilton, on the bridge crossing the canal. It wasn't unusual for him to see limousines ride up in front of the hotel, and to see some celebrity step out. At least he thought they must be celebrities, he didn't watch much tv.
It was a cold late afternoon one day when Yoochun noticed something out of the ordinary coming up the road. It was one of the big Hummers idols were often transported in and it was speeding. Yoochun frowned and spit his gum into the canal before walking over the bridge and crossing the road. He stopped in the middle of it and held up his hand for the car to stop. It wasn't until he stood there that he noticed the cars behind it, driving just as fast. He cursed under his breath, wondering what these idiots thought they were doing speeding through a busy street like this one. He took a step back to stand at the side of the road, in case the other cars hadn't seen him and wouldn't slow down on time.
The first car slowed down and eventually stopped just a few feet away from him. To Yoochun's great surprise someone out of one of the other cars jumped out before it had even completely come to a stop. The man had a huge camera hanging around his neck and ran up to the first car snapping pictures through the windows. Yoochun was annoyed by the fact that he got completely ignored. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of this man's jacket and yanked him backwards.
"Excuse you," Yoochun said and spun the man around to face him. "Why were you driving like a lunatic?"
More men and women had stepped out of their cars, all with camera's hanging from their necks. They looked taken a back by the sight of Yoochun man handling one of their own and stopped in their tracks.
"Xiah Junsu," the man stammered. "He's in there. We just wanted a few pictures of him with his lover. We wouldn't be speeding if they hadn't-"
"Shut up, right now," Yoochun barked. "Get into your car and stay there until I'm with you. Your plate numbers have been recorded so if you run I'll find you. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, now leave." He released the man and watched him run back to his car. Yoochun moved up to the first car and even before he reached it, the door slid open and what seemed to be a young red head came dashing towards him and clung onto his arm.
"Please, sir, they won't leave me alone."
Yoochun studied the young man's familiar looking face for a few seconds before trying to shake him off. "What gives you the right," Yoochun snapped. "Tell me what your problem is."
The boy bit his lip and frustration was written all over his face. The men who could only be paparazzi had all come out of their cars again, snapping pictures as they inched closer.
"I'll escort you into the hotel, if that's what you want," Yoochun said. "They won't come near you."
"And what about tomorrow?" The boy snapped. "And the day after tomorrow? Who's going to keep them from writing all that-"
"Sir, I really can't help you with-"
He was cut off when the young man turned around, grabbed Yoochun's gloved hand and faced the paparazzi, his chin up, his chest out. "How can I have impregnated anyone if I've liked men all along?" He called out to them. "My lover is a soldier-"
Yoochun's hand shot up and he covered the boy's mouth. "Are you insane?" He hissed. "What is wrong with you? I don't even know you!"
Within seconds another man had jumped out of the car and reached the two.
"Junsu, you fucking moron, I swear I will kill you. I will fucking kill you!" He hissed and pulled the both of them into the hotel with him. Yoochun followed in a daze. This didn't happen to him. This didn't happen to a soldier on the job. Soldiers got shot, mangled, heavily injured, soldiers died on the job. Soldiers didn't...they didn't experience whatever the hell this was he was experiencing.
"Well excuse the fuck out of me, Junsu! I didn't know this was part of your masterplan to ruin your fucking career. How on earth am I going to explain this to those dicks higher up? They will fucking eat me alive and you'll just sit here in your warm hotel room with your sexy soldier ordering roomservice on the company's tab. Fuck you, okay? Fuck you!"
Yoochun could only stand there and listened to what must be this Junsu's manager. Junsu sat in a chair, seemingly deep in thought while his manager ranted.
"What do we do now, though?" The manager asked. "How did you see this in your head, Junsu? Please give me something to work with here. Help me figure out the next step.”
“There is no next step. They know the truth now, let them do whatever they want,” Junsu sighed. “I can't take this anymore, Yunho. I really...I don't care.”
“You don't care?” Yunho asked. “Really? How many fans do you have? How many people who are counting on you? Who are crying themselves to sleep to your music? I remember a time when that was the only thing that mattered to you. Your true fans don't give a shit about those bullcrap articles. I wish you could just remember that.”
Yunho stood up and walked over to Yoochun, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I'm really sorry about this officer. I'll get you a room and you can stay for as long as needed. Those dicks will be out there for a while.”
“No,” Yoochun said and pushed Yunho's hand away. “I don't exactly know what's going on here, but I'm leaving. This could be the end of my career, okay? And if it is, I will have your heads.”
“Jesus Christ, Junsu,” Yunho sighed. “Really, you couldn't have chosen anyone else to ruin but a soldier? Didn't you think he may have done enough for this country?”
“He's supposed to protect us isn't he? Us, me, whatever.”
“From North Korea, not the fucking paparazzi!”
“Well North Korea isn't here right now, but they are so there!”
Yoochun closed his eyes for a few seconds and made himself count to ten. He couldn't believe the nerve of this prissy little princess who obviously hadn't served his time in the military yet, otherwise this type of behaviour would have been beaten out of him.
“Both of you sit down,” Yoochun snapped at them and Yunho rolled his eyes before taking a seat next to Junsu in a chair.
“I could be kicked out of the force,” Yoochun said as he stood in front of them. “So tell me how famous this kid is and what the chances are of my lieutenant getting news of this.”
“You don't know who I am?” Junsu asked and blinked a few times.
“Not everyone knows you, Junsu. There are more important things in the world,” Yunho said before facing Yoochun. “I'm really sorry but I your lieutenant reads the newspaper or watches the news, he's going to find out. Junsu has been in the news a lot lately. He's pretty big.”
“Great. Really, this is amazing. This is always how I imagined coming out of the closet to be like. Thanks, guys. Thanks.”
“Yunho, he has a gun,” Junsu whispered.
“Shut up, Junsu.”
“I'm just saying this is starting to look a lot like a hostage situation,” Junsu murmured.
“You were the one who did this to me, okay? Don't try to turn this around, you little dick,” Yoochun said.
“You can't talk to me like that,” Junsu wailed and got up out of his chair. “Yunho, tell him he can't talk to me like that.”
“Shut up, Junsu. Listen, I'm going to see with the hotel staff what they can do to keep those creeps out. Meanwhile, just stay here. The both of you. Sir,” he added when Yoochun frowned at him.
He stood up and walked towards the door.
“You're leaving me here with a guy holding a shotgun?” Junsu asked. “Is this really how you-”
“Shut up, Junsu. My god.” And with that Yunho left the room leaving them alone.
“ I should shoot you for this,” Yoochun murmured.
“I heard that.”
“Good.”
“You really shouldn't talk to me like that. If my fans-”
“Can you please stop talking? I don't give a fuck about you or your fans. You ruined me. I could sue you for so many things, you don't even know.”
“...Can I touch your gun?”
“No, really,” Junsu said four hours later. “Forty five thousand seats, four shows and all were sold out. It was amazing.”
“That's a lot of people. Must have felt great.”
“Nothing like it, really nothing like it.”
They were sitting across from each other on the floor with Yoochun's rifle in the middle. Yoochun had given in to Junsu's whining about wanting to touch it and had taken out the bullets before handing it over. His lieutenant would kill him without a second thought if he ever found out he had handed over his gun to anyone, let alone someone who wasn't licensed. The look on this kid's face, graced with childlike excitement and, well, gorgeousness made him think it may just be worth it for one time.
Yunho had called them not long after he left with the message that he'd be back as fast as he could, but that he needed to go up to the company first and see what the outcome of all this would be. They were three and a half hours further and still no sign of him.
“I'd like to do my time in the army soon,” Junsu said stroking the gun with the tips of his fingers. “Maybe that will solve this whole mess.”
“You should have thought of that before exclaiming to the world that you're gay. They don't take that too well in the army,” Yoochun sighed. “Which reminds me that you may have ruined me.”
“I didn't mean to, though,” Junsu said. “I respect your job and I just... I saw you standing there and you looked so strong and cool and how you handled that reporter man... I just thought you'd help me...”
“I am here to help, but what you did was inexcusable. I should have made you do push ups or something, but I'm too tired to do the mean soldier thing right now.”
“I can do them anyway if that'll make you feel better?”
“Sure,” Yoochun chuckled and leaned back on his hands. “Drop and give me twenty.”
“Yes sir,” Junsu grinned and got on his hands and knees before starting with his push ups. To Yoochun's surprise Junsu was light and strong, his push ups were neat and powerful. “Ten more,” Yoochun said when he had reached twenty, because he had just noticed something interesting. The kid had a nice ass.
“Yes sir,” Junsu said and did ten more. “Ah, those last ones were hard,” Junsu panted.
“It'll be a lot harder in the army. But you seem to be in good shape, so I bet you'll do fine. It's your attitude I'd be worried about. No one there cares about who you are or how many album's you've sold and if you try to remind them you'll eat dirt. Pretty boys usually eat the most dirt.”
“Aw, you called me pretty,” Junsu chuckled and Yoochun frowned.
“That wasn't a complement.”
“Maybe not for you,” Junsu said. “But saying someone is pretty is super nice when you're not a soldier. You're super nice.”
“Excuse you, I'm not here to be nice and being nice will not help you in battle. Speaking of. I should be out there fighting evil instead of sitting here wasting my time with you.”
“Fighting evil? I didn't know being a soldier meant being a comic book character.”
“Are you making fun of me? I know ten ways of killing you without even standing up, do you really want to try me?”
"But you're super nice, so you wouldn't just hurt someone, right mister soldier-man?"
"You sound like a three year old."
"A super famous, super sexy, super super three year old."
"Super," Yoochun rolled his eyes and put one hand on Junsu's head before slightly pushing it to the side. "How old are you anyway?"
"Twenty two," Junsu answered. "I'll be twenty three in December."
"Really? Your only six months younger than me. Weird."
"But I bet we both haven't experienced all the things a normal twenty two year old should have experienced," Junsu said with his eyes on Yoochun's gun again.
"My life is pretty normal," Yoochun shrugged. "I get to go home every night and sleep in my own bed and see my family whenever I want. That's what important isn't it? In a normal life?"
"Jealous," Junsu murmured. "Since the rumours started I can't even go home, the reporters are always there. The sad thing is that my home isn't even that far from here but here I am, staying it a hotel, with you, stranger-fake-boyfriend-soldier-guy."
"Can you stop making up names for me? It's officer Park. Or...Yoochun, whichever."
It was weird letting a random civilian call him by his first name. But nothing about this situation was normal, so he let it slide.
He wondered what he'd do if he really lost his position in the army because of this kid. He'd probably join the local police force, if they'd take him. If. He still couldn't believe he had been pulled into this person's scandal so easily. One moment he was just chewing his gum and nodding to stranger who smiled at him and the next he was stuck in five star hotel with what appeared to be a super super super star or whatever. He sighed loudly and buried his face in his hands.
"Hey, at least we're both ruined together, right?" Junsu said and pulled away Yoochun's hands.
"That would help...if I actually knew you and gave a damn."
"Hey, now that's not very nice at all-"
It was then that the door to the room opened and Yunho came in holding two pizza boxes.
"What's all this?" Yunho asked, motioning to their position on the floor. "Playing spin the bottle with two people? ...And with a gun? That's...dangerous."
"Is that pizza?" Junsu asked. "I was just about to order room service."
"Here," Yunho said and put both boxes down on the floor next to them. "Be careful with that gun. I'll be back as soon as possible." And he was out of the door before anyone could say anything.
As soon as possible ended up being forty eight hours later. Yunho called every hour, updating them with what was going on outside, most of it wasn't good news. The crowd only got bigger and bigger before it finally thinned out. Yoochun and Junsu didn't leave the hotel room. It was around the seventh hour when Yoochun decided it was time to get comfortable and took off his gloves and boots. It was midnight, but sleep didn't seem to be an option. Junsu watched him, asked him a lot of questions, but was generally good company.
Around the eleventh hour Yoochun got curious about what kind of music Junsu made and Junsu sang for him, one of his songs, a song Yoochun didn't know. All he knew was that this Xiah Junsu had talent and that it was lost in all the attention that went to his personal life instead.
An hour later Yoochun gave in to Junsu's request of Yoochun to learn him how to hold a rifle. They touched each other and Yoochun thought it'd be a great story to tell, that he had taught Xiah Junsu the famous singer how to hold a gun in a hotel room.
It was around fifteen hour, when morning came, that they we're too tired to stay up any longer. Or at least that's what Yoochun told himself, because honestly there had been times where he had been awake for three straight days. But he pushed those thoughts aside as he helped Junsu's tired body to bed and laid down next to him. The bed was big, he kept his distance.
They didn't sleep for very long, because Yunho kept calling and after 3 hours they stopped trying. There was still some left over pizza and they ate that for breakfast. Yoochun's lieutenant called but didn't say anything about what happened the day before, instead he just asked why Yoochun wasn't on his post and Yoochun told him he was sick. He knew he'd be screwed if they checked up on him at home, which wasn't unusual, but brushed it off thinking it wouldn't really matter in a few hours anyway. He considered telling his lieutenant the truth about what happened, leaving the part of himself being gay out of course, but he couldn't get it over his heart. For some reason Junsu had said what he said to the media and he couldn't ruin it all for him just yet.
Twenty hours in they started playing games. I spy, truth or dare, and I have never. Junsu ordered a bottle of pop. Yunho had warned him not to get drunk.
The games had given them enough material to talk about for the next 24 hours. Junsu cried around hour twenty six. He cried for his parents, his brother, the friends he hadn't spoken to in weeks, he cried for his future, he cried for Yunho who apparently had put his own job on the line more than once for him. He cried a lot and Yoochun just sat there with him and told him that at least they were ruined together and Junsu laughed.
Junsu asked him what he could expect of the army and Yoochun told him about his training days. About the battle he'd fought everyday getting up at four in the morning, about the crap they called food and about the total and complete fatigue he had felt at a few moments. He told him about his months in Afghanistan and how he really didn't want to leave, about how it felt to come out of a war zone and be put on a street in the middle of Seoul, like a random traffic cop. About how so much seemed meaningless now.
“You'd think that all those people outside would want to cover stories about war zones or at least other things that actually matter,” Junsu had murmured.
“Yeah, you'd think that,” Yoochun had answered.
Yunho came around the forty eighth hour holding a stack of newspapers, looking triumphant. “Not one article about Xiah Junsu,” he grinned. “No need to drop to your knees and worship the ground I walk on. I just...I'm just going to lie down right here.” He threw the stack of newspapers on the floor where Junsu and Yoochun were sitting and playing I spy again before flopping down onto the bed.
“What does this mean though?” Junsu asked. “What did you do?”
“Basically, I sold my soul to the devil. All for you, Kim Junsu, all for you.”
“Are there still reporters outside?”
“No. Some half nude pictures of Hero were leaked. Pretty provoking stuff. Front page news. No one cares about you anymore...”
“I love Hero,” Yoochun said and reached for a newspapers. “Did you say naked?”
Junsu slapped his hand away. “You know Hero but you don't know me? Why?”
“Is that really what's important here? There are nude pictures of Hero right there.”
“Selling out your boyfriend to protect this guy?” Yoochun said pointing at Junsu. “Really?”
“Hey, I'm more important than-”
“Don't even go there, Junsu. And I didn't sell him out. Jaejoong loves the attention and they were all just pictures from his photobook that's coming out soon. He agreed.” Yunho's eyes darkened as he said that and Yoochun remembered him saying he had 'sold his soul to the devil'. He could only imagine.
“Well if this is it, then I'll be taking my leave now,” Yoochun said. “It was...nice meeting you and I hope you'll get through this without too much trouble.”
He was almost at the door when he heard Junsu's whisper. “Yunho, get his number for me please.”