Young what?
Title: Young what?
Genre: Crack One-shot
Pairing: hosu
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: Yunho needs to learn to speak more clearly. (Sorry for the crappy summary.)
Authors Notes: This fan-fiction is dedicated to gal 12. I hope you like it, please let me know what you think, criticism is welcome. Sorry that this one took a little longer than I intended. I decided to practice a little bit more with dialogue rather than description.
“Hi, I’m Yunho.” The young dancer bowed low to his elder.
SM Entertainment was currently trying to promote the bands ‘good’ side. Hence the fact that Leader-shi and Junsu could currently be found at Tokyo’s most prestigious retirement home.
“Oh , that’s nice sweetie.” The old woman turned to her oversized purse and pulled out twenty dollars. Shakily shoving it into Yunho’s hands she continued. “Come to my room at 8:00pm then. Don’t be late, my bedtime is at 9:00pm.”
Before Yunho even had the opportunity to refuse, the old woman was scurrying away, off to finish her bingo game.
“Well that was weird.”
Yunho jumped. “Yah! Junsu, don’t sneak around like that!”
“I wasn’t sneaking!” He pouted. “What was that about anyways?” The younger man asked, snatching the bill away to inspect it.
“I don’t know.” Yunho answered, still slightly dazed. “But she wasn’t the first one to do that today.”
“You mean they’re all giving you money?!” He hands the bill back. “All I’ve been getting is pinched cheeks and free cookies...Although it is nice.”
“The cheek pinching?”
Junsu smacks him. “No you idiot! The cookies!”
Why did he even bother to joke with Junsu like that? It always ended with him in some sort of excruciating pain. Though there were times when he was able to extract the famous laugh out of the latter. When that happened the first time, he had to bite his fist to keep from squealing like a little fan girl.
The two were now making their way to the dining hall.
“So, what are you going to do about it?”
“About what?”
Junsu halted, turning to the taller man. “About this!” Snatching the money Yunho still held in his hand, he waved it in his face. “Gosh, get with it.” He teased, flicking the other’s nose.
“I don’t know.” Yunho began to answer his question, grabbing the cash back and carefully pocketing it.
They continued walking.
“I guess I’ll have to go see what they want. Besides, I need to return the money anyways.”
“Okay hyung, but let’s eat first. I’m starving!”
Junsu took his leader by the hand and let him off to dinner.
They ate until they nearly exploded. It wasn’t everyday they got to eat such a well prepared meal, and they intended to take full advantage of it.
“Uhh, I’m so full.” Junsu slid to the floor, leaning his back against the cold wall.
“I told you not to eat that third brownie. You’re hanging around Changmin too much.”
“I couldn’t help myself. It was just sooooo tasty.” He whined.
“Well the next time you think of stuffing your gut with two helpings of dinner and three of desert, I hope you remember how you feel now.”
“Stop making fun of me, and just hurry up and return the money so we can go home already...I don’t know how much longer I’ll survive.”
Yunho smiled at his dongsaengs dramatization as he knocked on the elderly woman’s door. When he heard a reply, he did as he was told and entered.
The room was dimly lit, the only source of light being the sparsely placed, white candles, that seemed to be the source of the cinnamon odor which was overtaking his senses.
Yunho closed the door. “Hello?”
“Over hear.”
He followed the voice and was stunned when he found the source.
The old woman from earlier was laying on her bed in lacey underclothes. Legs crossed in a seductive manner.
All Yunho could do was gape.
“Well hurry up, I don’t have all night!” She snapped.
Yunho hastily stepped forward, placing her money on a side table. That must be what she meant.
“What’s that about?” Her tone was softer than before.
“You said to hurry...so I...hurried.”
“I meant with your clothes.”
Yunho’s eyes widened.
“Take them off. Hurry!”
“Excuse me?!” If Yunho hadn’t been confused earlier, he certainly was now.
“Look, when you get old it’s harder to find someone.” She lit a cigarette. “So, every now and then, old people like me, pay young people like you, to fulfill our sexual desires.”
“People like me?” Since when was prostitution a part of a singers community service?
“Look if you’re too shy I can always call some other young ho(slut) whose looking to make a buck.” She reached for her phone book.
“Eh?!” He almost had a heart attack. “I’m not a young ho! I’m the leader of Tohoshinki!”
She looked up from the yellow pages. “Is that some kind of cult?”
Yunho didn’t have any more words, and he hardly found the strength to shake his head.
The woman’s patience was running thing. Apparently that’s also one of the first things to go when you get old.
“Well if you’re not a ‘young ho’, then maybe you shouldn’t introduce yourself as one!”
“What?!” Wow, he seemed dumb today. Though he knew for sure that the words ‘young ho’ had never reached his mouth during their earlier conversation. “I never said that! All I managed to say before you shoved twenty dollars into my hand was ‘Hi, I’m Yunho.’” He stopped short, realizing the similarity in sound.
“I’m sorry.” He continued. “You must’ve misunderstood me.”
“Or maybe it’s just your pronunciation, since I wasn’t the only one who heard that. Right now, three of my friends are waiting for us to finish here so they can have you all to themselves.”
That’s right, there had been three other woman who gave him money and their room numbers. Maybe he did need to work on his pronunciation a bit more.
A blush formed on his cheeks as he approached the nearly naked woman.
“Umm, could you just give this back to your friends for me?”
She nodded, accepting the money.
After a shy bow, Yunho hastily made his way back into the hall.
His rapid breathing caused to Junsu to look up with worry filled eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Of course! Why do you ask?” He had no intention of telling Junsu about this little incident. He’d never hear the end of it.
“Well it’s just that you’re really flushed.” The younger man stood up, pressing his lips to Yunho’s forehead.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Yunho stuttered.
He pulled away. “Seeing if you have a fever.”
Yunho quirked an eyebrow.
“It’s how they do it in France.” Taking the other’s hand once again, he continued. “Can we go home now?” His eye’s were tired, weary from a long day filled with boredom.
“Yeah, lets go.”
They started off down the hallway.
“Hey, Su-ah?”
“Hmm?”
“We’re not in France.”
“So?”
“So, were you just looking for an excuse to kiss me?” Arrogance rang through his voice and it drove Junsu crazy.
“Don’t be stupid! If I wanted to kiss you, I’d just do it straight out!”
“Oh really?”
Junsu’s footsteps came to a stop. “Yes, like this.” He placed his hands on Yunho’s shoulders for support, as he stood on his toes to reach the mouth of his leader.
“See?” He asked after breaking the kiss and returning to their swift pace.
“Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t work on my pronunciation after all.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing babe.” Yunho wrapped his arm around Junsu’s waist. “Let’s go home.