[fic] 너에게 미쳤었다.
너에게 미쳤었다.
R - Junho/Chansung [Junho/OFC, Wooyoung/Nichkhun]
1407ws [rating for language]
note; For Starlight Shimmershock! ♥♥♥ Sorry it took forever, and sorry about the fail around the Khun scene, lmfao. But at least the fail made it come out this way? ^^
Junho narrows his eyes, settles in a little more in his spot, and clutches his bag to his chest. He can just make out the top of Minhye's head through the glass of the window, and he'll be damned before he let her get away... Again.
He jumps a little as his phone vibrates, and he wobbles on his heels as he lets go of the outside ledge of the window to fumble in the pocket of his skirt, steadfastly ignoring the looks from the people outside of the cafe.
"What?" he hisses into the phone, gathering his skirt around his thighs to duck-waddle to another window, watching Minhye get up from the table and smile at the man she’s sitting with, then make her way to the bathroom.
"I just got sent a picture of a girl creepin' outside of a crowded cafe by a friend, and for some reason, it looks a lot like you." Chansung's voice is dry and disbelieving. "Please reassure me that it's not you."
Junho holds his bright pink sparkling bag closer to his chest as he waddles a little further, quickly ducking as Minhye came back out, walking in his direction. "That depends, what color is her skirt?"
"Purple.... With something sparkly around the bottom."
Junho winces as one of the rhinestones on the hem of his dress scratches against his thigh. "That would be me."
- - -
"So what did you do today?" Minhye wraps her arms around Junho from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder as she watches him cut vegetables for soup, the one thing Junho can make easily and safely.
Junho is thankful for the ability to hide his small sneer, turning his head over his shoulder to brush his lips against Minhye's cheek. "Nothing much. Puttered around the studio... Thought about cleaning the apartment, but decided my time was better spent watching old Hong Kong action films."
Minhye laughs, nods emphatically. “Much better. I would’ve given anything to watch movies with you, worked sucked.”
Junho cuts down a little harder on his carrot then he means to, and a half of it goes flying across the room. Oh I bet he fucking sucked all right, that bastard. You bitch.
- - -
“Junho, did you know you were insane?” Chansung hisses at him, groaning slightly as he wobbles.
Junho slaps the top of his head. “Stop fucking moving, I can’t see them!”
Chansung pinches one of the thighs he’s holding and Junho cusses, hits him over the head again, and they both go tumbling to the floor as Chansung loses his balances while trying to avoid him, which wasn’t really possible as Junho is sitting on his shoulders.
Junho groans as he lands on his ass on the concrete, leaning forward to rub his tailbone and glare at Chansung, who’s copying the same motions a foot away.
Chansung doesn’t flinch, instead points at Junho’s crotch. “Your shit is showing, pull your skirt down. I don’t even know why the hell you’re still wearing it!”
Junho huffs, grabs his pink sequined bag he’s been carrying around. “Because it’s the only way I can carry around my tazer in this bag.”
- - -
“Headquarters, AKA You Got Fucking Played, I’ve got the target in sight. She’s rounding the corner, Pussy Ass Homewrecker beside her. They seem to be whispering about- fucking damnit Taec, you’re too fucking big, get out of the fucking way!”
Junho flinches as Jay practically screams into the phone, Junsu's laughter ringing in the background, and shakes his head. He really should’ve known better.
- - -
“Mushroomhead, come in. Come in, Mushroomhead.” Junho flops down on his bed as he waits for Wooyoung to pick up. He perks at a sound on the other end, then blanches.
“Fuck, just like that, hold on hold on- Junho, that you? Junho- god yes Khunah- I don’t think they’re here, I think this is a lost- shit!- cause and I’m sorry I couldn’t help and I’ll helpyouchasethemlatersorrybye- Again, do it again-"
Junho drops his phone like it’s diseased and spends the rest of the way trying to wash his brain out.
- - -
Chansung is always his last (and first, and only) resort, Junho realizes, as Chansung drives slowly behind the taxi holding Minhye and her fuck buddy, leaning his body from side to side as if he could see what was going on if he did. “I don’t think they’re doing anything, maybe you’re wrong Junhoyah, maybe it’s nothing-"
Junho doesn’t catch the rest of what he’s saying, because he’s staring at the profile of Chansung’s face, tightened as he concentrates on following Junho’s bimbo cheating girlfriend, and wondering why all of a sudden, the betrayal doesn’t hurt quite as bad.
- - -
Junho doesn’t look up from the ground as Chansung paces his living room, soaking wet and angry enough to steam.
“I can’t fucking believe you, you little shit, how the fuck do you manage to topple us both into the fucking river? I told you, if you ducked she wouldn’t be able to see us, but noooooo, you have to be a fucking spazztic retard and tackle us both into the fucking Han!”
He lets out a sound that’s roughly a roar and Junho flinches.
“Grow some fucking balls and just confront her already, okay?! Don’t call me until you do that, before you manage to fucking kill me!” He slams the door on his way out, and it’s clichéd and absolutely terrifying how the picture of Junho and Minhye taken a year ago at Disneyland falls to the floor and cracks.
-
“Minhyeah… We have to talk.” Junho sits her down at the kitchen table, nervous and determined, but his courage fails when Minhye flips her black curls over his shoulders and gives him a wicked smile, lips bright red.
“Are you finally breaking up with me, oppa? I knew you were slow, but I didn’t realize it was this bad.”
Junho’s jaw drops.
Minhye looks over her nails, then stands, swinging her bag over his shoulder, and pats his head. “It was fun oppa, but I was really getting tired of you. I wanted you to break up with me, so at least you wouldn’t feel quite as bad about it, but really, you took forever. Whatever though. I’ll come by tomorrow while you’re at the dance studio to grab my stuff, okay?” She makes her way to the door, looks back once to give him the exact same smile he’d fallen in love with. “It was fun while it lasted.” She winks, exits, and Junho is completely stunned.
-
Chansung picks up on the first ring, no matter what he’d threatened before, and when he gets to Junho’s apartment, he’s brought over a slice of chocolate cake from Junho’s favorite bakery.
Junho eats it slowly, and Chansung sits beside him, almost awkward.
The silence deafens before Chansung turns to him, looking him over. “Are you… are you-?”
Junho blinks, takes another bite of cake. “I’m perfectly fine. I mean, really. It hurts a little, but then, it doesn’t at all? I mean, I was expecting it, but I thought it would hurt much worse than this when I found out for sure.”
Chansung nods slowly. “I don’t get it.”
Junho laughs, finishes off his cake. “It’s okay, I don’t either.” He stands, wanting to put the dishes in the kitchen, when sudden he’s tackled, pushed up against the wall, Chansung glaring down at him as he pins his hands beside his head, pushes him against the wall with his body.
“If I ever have to follow some stupid bitch for you again, I will-“
He’s cut off by a kiss, Junho lunging forward and catching his mouth, moving his hips against him and hoping to make Chansung forget everything he was going to say.
Junho breaks away to moan, his eyes dark and his smile wide. “You are so fucking hot like this.”
Chansung does seem to forget what he was angry about, and it gives Junho the chance to push back against him and topple them to the floor, clothes flying as they do.
This was totally worth the heels.
R - Junho/Chansung [Junho/OFC, Wooyoung/Nichkhun]
1407ws [rating for language]
note; For Starlight Shimmershock! ♥♥♥ Sorry it took forever, and sorry about the fail around the Khun scene, lmfao. But at least the fail made it come out this way? ^^
Junho narrows his eyes, settles in a little more in his spot, and clutches his bag to his chest. He can just make out the top of Minhye's head through the glass of the window, and he'll be damned before he let her get away... Again.
He jumps a little as his phone vibrates, and he wobbles on his heels as he lets go of the outside ledge of the window to fumble in the pocket of his skirt, steadfastly ignoring the looks from the people outside of the cafe.
"What?" he hisses into the phone, gathering his skirt around his thighs to duck-waddle to another window, watching Minhye get up from the table and smile at the man she’s sitting with, then make her way to the bathroom.
"I just got sent a picture of a girl creepin' outside of a crowded cafe by a friend, and for some reason, it looks a lot like you." Chansung's voice is dry and disbelieving. "Please reassure me that it's not you."
Junho holds his bright pink sparkling bag closer to his chest as he waddles a little further, quickly ducking as Minhye came back out, walking in his direction. "That depends, what color is her skirt?"
"Purple.... With something sparkly around the bottom."
Junho winces as one of the rhinestones on the hem of his dress scratches against his thigh. "That would be me."
- - -
"So what did you do today?" Minhye wraps her arms around Junho from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder as she watches him cut vegetables for soup, the one thing Junho can make easily and safely.
Junho is thankful for the ability to hide his small sneer, turning his head over his shoulder to brush his lips against Minhye's cheek. "Nothing much. Puttered around the studio... Thought about cleaning the apartment, but decided my time was better spent watching old Hong Kong action films."
Minhye laughs, nods emphatically. “Much better. I would’ve given anything to watch movies with you, worked sucked.”
Junho cuts down a little harder on his carrot then he means to, and a half of it goes flying across the room. Oh I bet he fucking sucked all right, that bastard. You bitch.
- - -
“Junho, did you know you were insane?” Chansung hisses at him, groaning slightly as he wobbles.
Junho slaps the top of his head. “Stop fucking moving, I can’t see them!”
Chansung pinches one of the thighs he’s holding and Junho cusses, hits him over the head again, and they both go tumbling to the floor as Chansung loses his balances while trying to avoid him, which wasn’t really possible as Junho is sitting on his shoulders.
Junho groans as he lands on his ass on the concrete, leaning forward to rub his tailbone and glare at Chansung, who’s copying the same motions a foot away.
Chansung doesn’t flinch, instead points at Junho’s crotch. “Your shit is showing, pull your skirt down. I don’t even know why the hell you’re still wearing it!”
Junho huffs, grabs his pink sequined bag he’s been carrying around. “Because it’s the only way I can carry around my tazer in this bag.”
- - -
“Headquarters, AKA You Got Fucking Played, I’ve got the target in sight. She’s rounding the corner, Pussy Ass Homewrecker beside her. They seem to be whispering about- fucking damnit Taec, you’re too fucking big, get out of the fucking way!”
Junho flinches as Jay practically screams into the phone, Junsu's laughter ringing in the background, and shakes his head. He really should’ve known better.
- - -
“Mushroomhead, come in. Come in, Mushroomhead.” Junho flops down on his bed as he waits for Wooyoung to pick up. He perks at a sound on the other end, then blanches.
“Fuck, just like that, hold on hold on- Junho, that you? Junho- god yes Khunah- I don’t think they’re here, I think this is a lost- shit!- cause and I’m sorry I couldn’t help and I’ll helpyouchasethemlatersorrybye- Again, do it again-"
Junho drops his phone like it’s diseased and spends the rest of the way trying to wash his brain out.
- - -
Chansung is always his last (and first, and only) resort, Junho realizes, as Chansung drives slowly behind the taxi holding Minhye and her fuck buddy, leaning his body from side to side as if he could see what was going on if he did. “I don’t think they’re doing anything, maybe you’re wrong Junhoyah, maybe it’s nothing-"
Junho doesn’t catch the rest of what he’s saying, because he’s staring at the profile of Chansung’s face, tightened as he concentrates on following Junho’s bimbo cheating girlfriend, and wondering why all of a sudden, the betrayal doesn’t hurt quite as bad.
- - -
Junho doesn’t look up from the ground as Chansung paces his living room, soaking wet and angry enough to steam.
“I can’t fucking believe you, you little shit, how the fuck do you manage to topple us both into the fucking river? I told you, if you ducked she wouldn’t be able to see us, but noooooo, you have to be a fucking spazztic retard and tackle us both into the fucking Han!”
He lets out a sound that’s roughly a roar and Junho flinches.
“Grow some fucking balls and just confront her already, okay?! Don’t call me until you do that, before you manage to fucking kill me!” He slams the door on his way out, and it’s clichéd and absolutely terrifying how the picture of Junho and Minhye taken a year ago at Disneyland falls to the floor and cracks.
-
“Minhyeah… We have to talk.” Junho sits her down at the kitchen table, nervous and determined, but his courage fails when Minhye flips her black curls over his shoulders and gives him a wicked smile, lips bright red.
“Are you finally breaking up with me, oppa? I knew you were slow, but I didn’t realize it was this bad.”
Junho’s jaw drops.
Minhye looks over her nails, then stands, swinging her bag over his shoulder, and pats his head. “It was fun oppa, but I was really getting tired of you. I wanted you to break up with me, so at least you wouldn’t feel quite as bad about it, but really, you took forever. Whatever though. I’ll come by tomorrow while you’re at the dance studio to grab my stuff, okay?” She makes her way to the door, looks back once to give him the exact same smile he’d fallen in love with. “It was fun while it lasted.” She winks, exits, and Junho is completely stunned.
-
Chansung picks up on the first ring, no matter what he’d threatened before, and when he gets to Junho’s apartment, he’s brought over a slice of chocolate cake from Junho’s favorite bakery.
Junho eats it slowly, and Chansung sits beside him, almost awkward.
The silence deafens before Chansung turns to him, looking him over. “Are you… are you-?”
Junho blinks, takes another bite of cake. “I’m perfectly fine. I mean, really. It hurts a little, but then, it doesn’t at all? I mean, I was expecting it, but I thought it would hurt much worse than this when I found out for sure.”
Chansung nods slowly. “I don’t get it.”
Junho laughs, finishes off his cake. “It’s okay, I don’t either.” He stands, wanting to put the dishes in the kitchen, when sudden he’s tackled, pushed up against the wall, Chansung glaring down at him as he pins his hands beside his head, pushes him against the wall with his body.
“If I ever have to follow some stupid bitch for you again, I will-“
He’s cut off by a kiss, Junho lunging forward and catching his mouth, moving his hips against him and hoping to make Chansung forget everything he was going to say.
Junho breaks away to moan, his eyes dark and his smile wide. “You are so fucking hot like this.”
Chansung does seem to forget what he was angry about, and it gives Junho the chance to push back against him and topple them to the floor, clothes flying as they do.
This was totally worth the heels.