title: Unexpected guest chapter 1
Title: Unexpected guest
Author: Suju_Shinki
Length: 1/10?
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: Fluff, Crack, Mpreg (tiiiny bit of angst, but it's reallyy tiny!!)
Rating: PG13-NC17
Summary: Junsu gets an unexpected visit from his ex-boyfriend. Huge belly and all.
AN: this is my first chaptered ficcie and I may have failed big time but I'm still learning so..yeah...^^ Comments mean to me what Junsu means to Yoochun^^
AN2: I have a philosophy AND a french test tomorrow and from the looks of it I'm going to fail both... But at least I could update Preggo!Chun ^^
And maybe some awesome comments would make me feel better? >///<
AN3: I love Rain! Really I do!! Please...don't be offended XD
Chapter one: The boyfriend
After that Junsu had gotten Yoochun's stuff out of his car and dragged the five suitcases upstairs.
“So about Jaejoong,” Junsu panted flopping down next to Yoochun who hadn't moved ever since he sat down. “He just kicked you out?”
Yoochun looked at him as if he was crazy. “Of course not! He doesn't know I moved out yet. I didn't tell him.”
“What? Then why did you move out? Jaejoong's going to go crazy!”
“He needs to be happy for himself. You know how he is. And Yunho to. They gave me everything for six months. They should arrange their marriage in peace, together.”
“And you don't think me and my boyfriend need peace?” Junsu glared.
“You have a boyfriend? How did you manage that?” Yoochun snorted.
“What's that supposed to mean?” Junsu glared.
“Nothing. So does he live here?”
“...No.”
“So there's no problem.”
“That's for me to decide, guest.”
“Oh. So-rry,”Yoochun rolled his eyes. “I'll be nice to him, don't worry.”
“I'm not worried about you,”Junsu shook his head.
“What? Is he going to be jealous, because you're living with your gorgeous, pregnant ex-boyfriend?”
“I don't know...”
“Call him. Tell him right now,” Yoochun suggested. “The longer you wait, the bigger the chance he'll get mad at you.”
Junsu thought about it for a second and went to get his cellphone from his bedroom.
When he didn't come back immediately, Yoochun guessed he was calling him from inside his room.
Suddenly he remembered that old habit of Junsu; always walking away when he answered a call or called someone. And how he would wait for Yoochun to follow him. How Yoochun would follow him and hold his hand until he was done with his phone call. They really did have a great time when they were together...
“He'll be here in half an hour,” Junsu announced when he got back.
“So what's he like?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu felt kind of uncomfortable with the question. Was it normal to talk to your ex about your current boyfriend?
“His name is Rain.”
“And?”
“And I work with him...”
“And...?”
“And you can ask him yourself when he gets here!” Junsu snapped.
“Yah! Don't yell at me! I'm pregnant!”
“I-I'm sorry,” Junsu said softly. He looked down, feeling bad and missing Yoochun's victorious smirk.
“Is there more lemon juice?”
“Yeah.” And without thinking Junsu stood up to get his pregnant guest his last bit of lemon juice.
About twenty minutes later someone was at the door again, but this time Junsu knew who it was.
“Why doesn't he have a key?” Yoochun asked when he heard the knock. “I had a key when we were together.”
“We don't hang out at home as much as you and I did. Now, please behave. I didn't tell him you're my ex-”
“Are you embarrassed by me? Why would you? I'm hot! I was an awesome boyfriend to!”
Junsu pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
“Just...behave.”
Junsu went to open the door and Yoochun could hear their soft voices coming from the small hallway. When they entered the living room Yoochun blinked. “Who's this?” he asked.
“What do you mean? I told you he was coming...” Junsu said slowly.
“But this guy...” Yoochun blinked again. “He's like a hundred years old...”
Junsu gaped at him for about 5 seconds and then turned to Rain to see his eye twitching.
“I'm thirty-one,” he said, managing to keep himself composed.
“Yeah... That's what I mean...” Yoochun nodded.
“He's kidding,”Junsu interfered. “And he's still dizzy...from sleep. And he's on drugs.”
“Drugs?” Rain asked surprised.
“Yeah,”Junsu simply answered. “Anyway. This is Yoochun. He's staying here for a while.”
“Yeah..you said he was your friend, but I thought I knew all your friends-”
“Guess you don't,”Yoochun shrugged. “Me and Junsu go way back.”
Junsu sat down next to Yoochun, leaving the seat opposite the couch to Rain.
Junsu was fidgeting, extremely nervous. Rain was staring at Yoochun's stomach and Yoochun was still looking at Rain in disbelieve.
“I'm not old,”Rain suddenly said.
“Of course you're not,”Junsu shook his head, glaring at Yoochun.
Yoochun shrugged. “We'll you're kind of old. I mean thirty-one. In nine years you'll be forty! You know when I'll be forty? In eighteen years. That's like double! You could be my babies grandfather-”
“Yoochun,”Junsu warned.
“What?” Yoochun looked at Junsu and then remembered he was supposed to behave. “Oh...right...What I'm meaning to say is that you still look very young. Even though you're like a hundred years old. You're still a bad boy. So how did you two meet?” Yoochun just decided to change the subject.
“I told you, we work together,” Junsu said.
“And I'm guessing you still work at the radiostation?”
“Yeah, but I'm the director now,” Junsu nodded. “And Rain is one of the scriptwriters.”
“Sounds like good teamwork,” Yoochun nodded. “So Rain, do you have a problem with me living with your boyfriend? I promise I won't do stuff to him in his sleep. I promise I'm not even gay-”
Junsu snorted and Rain looked confused. He stood up and quickly bid Junsu goodbye saying he had some kind of meeting and left. Yoochun noticed they didn't kiss goodbye.
“You're boyfriend is old,”Yoochun said when Junsu came back. “Is he your sugerdaddy? I didn't think you needed one. You make enough money by yourself...”
“Yoochun, just shut up. Please,”Junsu sighed and threw himself on the couch.
“I'm guessing you don't want to talk about uncle Rain? I'm cool with that. I was scared you'd have replaced me with some kind of sexbomb or something, but now that I've seen gramps I have peace of mind. Was that the last of your lemon juice?”