Meeting Park Yoochun.
Author: Khadesha.
Length: One shot
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Yoochun/Hyori
Genre: Idek, umm... angst?
Warnings: Umm... *thinks hard*... =_= Okay... there is none. :(
Disclaimer: I don't own Yoochun. SM does. And it's saddening... to a extent.
A/N: My second het fic, this time featuring Park Pimpchun! *\o/* *sobs* I wrote this after I was talking to
jaeminnie yesterday about the whole Pimpchun-camera-snatching incident @ Gimpo and writing something related to the Pimp itched at me for the entire night and morning until I kicked myself into writing it today. I used Hyori because, umm, she was the first chick that popped into my mind D: My reaction the camera incident: YOU GO BOY. And then I felt bad because I would've been too if I pissed my idol off and he took my camera away =_= But, to the story D:
The first time she met Park Yoochun, he was in her classroom. From then, she didn’t like him. Full with all cocky ego and a smirk on his face and greasy smile and voice to match. Oh yeah, he was the stuff. His dark curly hair draped over his forehead as he chatted up a girl who was seriously enjoying the attention from him. His eyes twinkled with that full (but so fake - oh so very fake) ego of his, but the girl never saw as he laced two fingers through her silky hair. Hyori could see right through him, like glass. Very thin, fragile glass that would break.
The second time she met Park Yoochun, he had bounced right into her when she was leaving class. She already had to put up with him in her class, getting annoyed every time he stood up to ask a question, the classroom being filled with loud, contented sighs of all the girls, boys and the (male) teacher. Hyori hated the fact that he was a naturally inquisitive person and wanted to puke right then and there until the bell rang. She gathered up her things and made to leave first - that is, until he walked straight past and into her, all her books flying out the door into the corridor. She glared at him through her square framed glasses as he just stood there, nudged a book with his foot and gave a wink that would melt a girl’s already-soft heart. Hyori really didn’t like him now.
The third time she met Park Yoochun, it was at a party one of her friends was hosting. She was never the type of person to enjoy parties, so she just sat in a corner, sipping on a glass of water disguised as vodka because she didn’t want to seem like more of a prude. Just then, a rather sexy song switched on and the lights dimmed. But all the darkness still couldn’t mask Park Yoochun, dancing no, grinding rather forcefully and dirtily with three other girls around him. For the life of Hyori, she couldn’t understand why those girls were attracted to someone like him. And her dislike turned into hate as he caught her eye and smiled lazily before shoving his tongue down a girl’s throat.
The fourth time she met Park Yoochun, it was at the coffee shop she worked at part-time. He came in, rather loudly, with his friends and a new girl draped tightly over his frame. She shot Hyori a rather nasty look when she saw Yoochun eye her as they sat down before Hyori asked them for their order. Hyori stood there for five, long, excruciating minutes as she had to put up with his friends making cracky, full of fail jokes and old pickup lines towards her and watching the girl slide a slim leg over his and snake a long, bony hand down to the waistline of Park Yoochun’s jeans.
The fifth time she met Park Yoochun, it was on the rooftop of the university building. She always went there to cool down her anger. And this week had pissed her off. She couldn’t stand being in the same proximity as Park Yoochun and damn it, he was everywhere. So she stood near the ledge and stared out at the brilliant orange sunset splashed about the South Korean skyline. Until, a rather lanky figure appeared out of nowhere next to her, puffing a cigarette. She turned and glared at him and he gave her that greasy - greasy baking sheet - smile as he pulled in the smoke in his mouth and allowed it to move around before blowing it out - near her face. She coughed as he took another drag and dropped the cigarette on the roof floor before sliding a slim finger down her cheek and walking away. She absolutely hated him now.
The sixth time she met Park Yoochun after a very long (and much appreciated) time frame, it was their graduation night and everyone had gone back to the hotel they decided to rent out. Hyori didn’t like all the loud music and booze and stripping (for Park Yoochun, FYI) involved in that post-graduation equation, so she went out to the balcony again. And found it empty, just the way she wanted it. Until… Park Yoochun happened. He sulked outside into the chilly night, barefoot and wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a thin, black cotton shirt and saw Hyori. He walked to where she was, perched lengthwise on the balcony, drifting off to sleep, her black glasses alight precariously on her nose. He saw her center of balance betraying her and ran towards her as fast as he could, just barely grabbing her hand. She fell flush on him as he hoisted her weight and put her to sit on the balcony. She fixed her glasses as he walked away, only after whispering ‘you’re welcome’ in her ear, his warm breath ghosting over his earlobe.
The seventh time she met Park Yoochun, it was the same night morning as he went back out to the balcony. She hardly could get a proper wink of sleep as the events earlier played in her mind as she tossed and turned in her single bed, hearing the pants and moans of her fellow graduates in the other room. As she walked out, she saw him take one last pull from his stick and blow it out before slipping a stick of gum into his mouth. He turned his back to her and watched off into a distance. She made to walk back out until he whispered, loud enough for her to hear, ‘have you come back to say ‘thank you’?’, and he turned back around to face her. Hyori nodded and walked to face him, whispering a croaky piece of gratitude before turning back to go inside. She barely made the third step before she felt herself being spun around to meet his lips. Their lips molded together for a few seconds before Yoochun broke away and pushed her gently against the balcony. ‘You’re welcome,’ he said softly before he dropped his head and strolled back inside. Hyori looked shocked and dazed, touching her now swollen lips and the feeling of stale cigarette smoke, but inside she was fuming with anger.
Hate status for Park Yoochun? 100%.