[ shot ] wagers for angels
wagers for angels - pach . halfkissed
yoochun / junsu - au, romance - pg13 - 1164 words
a/n: …a long time coming. for tinseltown16 (and another one of the long lost fics i just found floating around my WIP comm today. this has been there since 2009... my brain obviously needs a re-boot.)
It was raining when they arrived. Yoochun had been waiting in the living room, adjusting the tie that was tied too damn tight for his liking. He watched her look in the mirror over the fireplace for the nth time that night, re-aligning her pearls and smoothing down her moussed-up hair until everything was just right for the occasion.
She was gone the second the doorbell rang, tugging at loose buttons that weren’t, waiting to open the door at the exact moment that wouldn’t make it seem like she was overly excited. Yoochun thought her blush would give it away anyway.
“Hi!” Good god, mom. “You must be Junsu. I’ve heard so much about you!”
He stood up just as he was told and made his way to the entrance way. He kept his head down, a small smile on his lips so that they wouldn’t see through his indifference. When he finally looked up to greet them, he was met with a smile that put his most genuine ones to shame.
“Come in, come in!” Her voice was starting to annoy him. “Oh, Yoochun! This is my son Yoochun.” Please, make her stop.
It annoyed him even more when she introduced the newcomer as his dad’s son, and he fought the scoff that was threatening to come because of how offensive it was to him to be handed over to someone she’d met only months ago.
“Nice to meet you.” There was that smile again.
“Learn to treat each other as brothers now, okay?”
Yeah. Right. Whatever.
*
All the planning came like a hurricane. He was tugged here and there for days on end. It was the only time he wished he’d had an annoying sister instead. Unfortunately he only had an annoying little brother who cared even less about their mother's shenanigans.
“How long do you think this is going to take?” He could hear the same displeasure in Junsu’s voice. He shook his head. He didn’t bother to look at his new brother even though he was dying to see just how they related to each other in the given circumstances. “You wanna split?”
His mother came out just as Junsu’s words perked up his interest. She had that happy smile on her face and it made him feel guilty for not being as enthusiastic.
She looked beautiful. And he refused to look anywhere else but at her.
*
They excused it as bonding the first time. He was half glad that it made the lovebirds let them be and plan the wedding themselves. Junsu was his only excuse. He didn’t know if it was something he should be thankful for or not.
“They look like lovesick teenyboppers, don’t you think?” He agreed, sipping from the cold bottle of beer he had in his hand. “It’s kind of amusing.”
“Yeah, kind of.” He was staring as Junsu chewed on another bite of bulgogi, pink lips making him think he was undeniably losing it.
“I wonder how mushy they will be once the wedding comes.”
Hearing the word made Yoochun think of sequined dresses and black and white, fondant cakes that were too difficult to eat, vases and vases of red and white roses, and him suffocating long enough until Junsu goes to his side to suggest another getaway.
So yeah. He wondered, too.
*
He was looking through the glove compartment of Junsu’s car for the lighter he left the other night. He found a box of condoms instead.
“You need some?” He didn’t think it would be embarrassing to be caught holding someone else’s condoms in his hand until that moment.
“No.”
“You don’t?”
He saw the mock confusion in Junsu’s face so he pocketed the box anyway.
“How many girls have you been with?”
For his ego, Yoochun could’ve said a lot, but comparing that to just two would make it that he was lying. “How many girls have you been with?”
“None.”
Yoochun knew that smile all too well by then.
He also knew Junsu wasn’t a virgin.
*
The topic of girlfriends and getting married came up one Thursday over dinner. And while Yoochun was inwardly squirming in his seat, Junsu was enthusiastically answering all the questions with that look on his face.
“I don’t really mind who I would end up with. If I like her, I like her. If I don’t, well, there wouldn’t be a marriage now would there?” Junsu’s grin made him squirm even more, irritated to a degree by the hypocrisy of it all as his mother smiled lovingly and Junsu’s dad nodded in approval.
“Maybe you could find a nice girl for Yoochun, Junsu. You two have been going out a lot lately.”
“Hmm… maybe.” His mother had been too busy tending to her new man to notice his shoulders jerk as Junsu’s hand found its way to his leg and proceeded to move. Junsu pulled his phone out with his free hand and kept it open as he looked absently under the table, shutting it only when his father reprimanded him again about using it during dinner.
If they only knew the other buttons Junsu was pressing.
*
Junsu didn’t smoke. He only watched, and Yoochun stiffened just a little bit each time he caught Junsu’s gaze. “Does it taste good?” Normal people got tired of smiling, don’t they?
“It tastes like crap, actually.” He said as he took another drag.
“Then why do you keep doing it?”
A shrug, another drag, and Junsu was suddenly in front of him with that stupid smile on his face again. Junsu parted his lips just as Yoochin blew the smoke out after holding it in for too long, holding onto his shoulders and catching the gray cloud with his mouth and breathing in. He could see a pink tongue in the space between Junsu’s lips, lazily playing with the smoke and making his throat clench.
He blinked. The smoke was gone when Junsu licked his lips.
“It kinda tastes like you.”
Damn Junsu to hell.
*
The wedding came too quickly after that. One moment, Junsu was sucking him off in a broom closet. Not a moment later and they were getting ready to take their places by the altar.
He was feeling even more uncomfortable half an hour later. His mom was still standing behind the closed door with a wonderfully arranged bouquet in her hand, anxiously waiting to walk down the aisle.
Everyone else was simply wondering why Junsu’s dad was taking too long.
“Wanna split?” Junsu whispered too close to his ear.
“Are you nuts?”
“Are you coming?”
*
His mom eventually called to look for him, crying, saying Junsu's dad never showed up.
He really wished he felt more anger than relief.
*
“Do you ever want to get married?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.”
“Do you think you’ll ever think about it?”
“Do you?”
That stupid, knowing grin-
Both of them be damned.
yoochun / junsu - au, romance - pg13 - 1164 words
a/n: …a long time coming. for tinseltown16 (and another one of the long lost fics i just found floating around my WIP comm today. this has been there since 2009... my brain obviously needs a re-boot.)
It was raining when they arrived. Yoochun had been waiting in the living room, adjusting the tie that was tied too damn tight for his liking. He watched her look in the mirror over the fireplace for the nth time that night, re-aligning her pearls and smoothing down her moussed-up hair until everything was just right for the occasion.
She was gone the second the doorbell rang, tugging at loose buttons that weren’t, waiting to open the door at the exact moment that wouldn’t make it seem like she was overly excited. Yoochun thought her blush would give it away anyway.
“Hi!” Good god, mom. “You must be Junsu. I’ve heard so much about you!”
He stood up just as he was told and made his way to the entrance way. He kept his head down, a small smile on his lips so that they wouldn’t see through his indifference. When he finally looked up to greet them, he was met with a smile that put his most genuine ones to shame.
“Come in, come in!” Her voice was starting to annoy him. “Oh, Yoochun! This is my son Yoochun.” Please, make her stop.
It annoyed him even more when she introduced the newcomer as his dad’s son, and he fought the scoff that was threatening to come because of how offensive it was to him to be handed over to someone she’d met only months ago.
“Nice to meet you.” There was that smile again.
“Learn to treat each other as brothers now, okay?”
Yeah. Right. Whatever.
*
All the planning came like a hurricane. He was tugged here and there for days on end. It was the only time he wished he’d had an annoying sister instead. Unfortunately he only had an annoying little brother who cared even less about their mother's shenanigans.
“How long do you think this is going to take?” He could hear the same displeasure in Junsu’s voice. He shook his head. He didn’t bother to look at his new brother even though he was dying to see just how they related to each other in the given circumstances. “You wanna split?”
His mother came out just as Junsu’s words perked up his interest. She had that happy smile on her face and it made him feel guilty for not being as enthusiastic.
She looked beautiful. And he refused to look anywhere else but at her.
*
They excused it as bonding the first time. He was half glad that it made the lovebirds let them be and plan the wedding themselves. Junsu was his only excuse. He didn’t know if it was something he should be thankful for or not.
“They look like lovesick teenyboppers, don’t you think?” He agreed, sipping from the cold bottle of beer he had in his hand. “It’s kind of amusing.”
“Yeah, kind of.” He was staring as Junsu chewed on another bite of bulgogi, pink lips making him think he was undeniably losing it.
“I wonder how mushy they will be once the wedding comes.”
Hearing the word made Yoochun think of sequined dresses and black and white, fondant cakes that were too difficult to eat, vases and vases of red and white roses, and him suffocating long enough until Junsu goes to his side to suggest another getaway.
So yeah. He wondered, too.
*
He was looking through the glove compartment of Junsu’s car for the lighter he left the other night. He found a box of condoms instead.
“You need some?” He didn’t think it would be embarrassing to be caught holding someone else’s condoms in his hand until that moment.
“No.”
“You don’t?”
He saw the mock confusion in Junsu’s face so he pocketed the box anyway.
“How many girls have you been with?”
For his ego, Yoochun could’ve said a lot, but comparing that to just two would make it that he was lying. “How many girls have you been with?”
“None.”
Yoochun knew that smile all too well by then.
He also knew Junsu wasn’t a virgin.
*
The topic of girlfriends and getting married came up one Thursday over dinner. And while Yoochun was inwardly squirming in his seat, Junsu was enthusiastically answering all the questions with that look on his face.
“I don’t really mind who I would end up with. If I like her, I like her. If I don’t, well, there wouldn’t be a marriage now would there?” Junsu’s grin made him squirm even more, irritated to a degree by the hypocrisy of it all as his mother smiled lovingly and Junsu’s dad nodded in approval.
“Maybe you could find a nice girl for Yoochun, Junsu. You two have been going out a lot lately.”
“Hmm… maybe.” His mother had been too busy tending to her new man to notice his shoulders jerk as Junsu’s hand found its way to his leg and proceeded to move. Junsu pulled his phone out with his free hand and kept it open as he looked absently under the table, shutting it only when his father reprimanded him again about using it during dinner.
If they only knew the other buttons Junsu was pressing.
*
Junsu didn’t smoke. He only watched, and Yoochun stiffened just a little bit each time he caught Junsu’s gaze. “Does it taste good?” Normal people got tired of smiling, don’t they?
“It tastes like crap, actually.” He said as he took another drag.
“Then why do you keep doing it?”
A shrug, another drag, and Junsu was suddenly in front of him with that stupid smile on his face again. Junsu parted his lips just as Yoochin blew the smoke out after holding it in for too long, holding onto his shoulders and catching the gray cloud with his mouth and breathing in. He could see a pink tongue in the space between Junsu’s lips, lazily playing with the smoke and making his throat clench.
He blinked. The smoke was gone when Junsu licked his lips.
“It kinda tastes like you.”
Damn Junsu to hell.
*
The wedding came too quickly after that. One moment, Junsu was sucking him off in a broom closet. Not a moment later and they were getting ready to take their places by the altar.
He was feeling even more uncomfortable half an hour later. His mom was still standing behind the closed door with a wonderfully arranged bouquet in her hand, anxiously waiting to walk down the aisle.
Everyone else was simply wondering why Junsu’s dad was taking too long.
“Wanna split?” Junsu whispered too close to his ear.
“Are you nuts?”
“Are you coming?”
*
His mom eventually called to look for him, crying, saying Junsu's dad never showed up.
He really wished he felt more anger than relief.
*
“Do you ever want to get married?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.”
“Do you think you’ll ever think about it?”
“Do you?”
That stupid, knowing grin-
Both of them be damned.