Yoochun drabbles for in_vazn: # 22, 27, 12
based on these drabbles, but reading is not necessary for comprehension.
#22:WAR; 135 words; hinted-hosu; PG
Kim Junsu has been in Yunho's office for the past 43 minutes - not that you've been counting -and you can't stand it. Your typing has grown substantially louder, though not much more accurate. Jealousy is bad, Yoochun. It's bad. You don't even know the man. Oh you would like to get to know him, that is if Junsu's tongue was ever off him - but opps, you aren't supposed to know about that. But that wouldn't have happened if they had completely closed the door. Because really, you understand the point of the soundproof walls to his office - leaving the door slightly open defeats this point.
When he comes back out this time, he smiles at you (does he ever stop that?), and fixes his hair at his desk.
This could mean war.
#27:KIM CHI; 152 words; PG
The war has not been going well. You decide to bring food to feed your troops, which is really only a green monster. You stuff in a spoonful of rice and kim chi, knowing that you look absolutely darling with your mouth full.
Junsu is there sitting at his damn desk, eating a damn banana in front of you. Why did you ever think a fruit basket would be a good idea? Oh.Oh.Oh. How can he fit all of that in his - well actually you know how, but, jesus. And he has the audacity to moan when he finally swallows the damn thing. You guys make eye contact, and you didn't realize you had been staring, but you now wish you hadn't.
He walks to your desk, smiles, and takes the chopsticks out of your hand, stealing a bite of kim chi.
You take the banana he has in his hand.
#12:CHEATING; 517 words; yunchun; NC-17
So you cheated; you come to work early, very early. No Junsu. Yunho comes in a little later, surprised to see you there.
"Early today?"
"Yes, sir. I had to finish up work from yesterday, but I didn't stamp in yet.” When he smiles and nods, you wonder if you are actually swooning.
"Bring them into my office ASAP, then.” Did he actually wink or did you want it to happen so badly that you imagined it? You're scared that it is probably the latter. Pearly whites drive you crazy and you're still staring at the spot where he was standing after he leaves. You need in his pants now, please.
//
"Answer it.” He means the phone on his desk. It's ringing and he wants you to pick it up. Oh, he wants you to answer it.
And that would be so easy if he didn't have you bent over his desk, pants and boxers around your ankles, and with his hand stroking your cock. Oh, and he's so good at it. Him and his smooth, smooth, richly lotioned, rich hands. "Mr. Jung. I - I don't think-" Ohoh, god you can't think.
"Junsu's not here yet, Yoochun. I need you to answer the phone."
Balancing on one arm, you pick up, "H-Hello?” You can barely hear the person on the other side of the line ("Is Yunho Jung available?") with the pounding in your ears. Ohoh. And his tongue, oh that helps, helps so good. Oh his hand. Crap his hand.
"I'm not here, right now. Tell them to leave message.” You know that he's driving you insane when you think you can smell his cologne through that whisper in your ear; what the hell is your nose for now? Oh god, oh god, oh god. "Tell them to leave a message, Yoochun. I can't lose any customers just because you wanted to be spoiled."
You swallow the whimper that almost escapes when he strokes a little harder, a little faster, "He's not-" licks across the back of your neck, "- mphm, here right now-", bites on your shoulder, "-canitakeamessage?"
You don't care what the hell the person on the phone said because, at this point, you just want to come, come so freaking badly. And Yunho's hand is doing everything just right, so right. You hang up the phone, and start thrusting into his hand.
"Oh, Yoochun. That was a very bad thing to do."
Bad boys must get rewarded because he's just stroking faster, harder - his hips grinding against your ass. Oh you could use some of that.
"Shit, Yunho.” You come, toes curled and body arched; oh god, you can’t breathe. And you collaspe onto his desk, on top of papers and files. He's going to make you retype them (retype because you didn't save them, very office-smart).
He picks up the phone next to you when it rings again. “Oh really? Mhm. Okay. Sure.”
The receiver is placed down softly. He helps you fix yourself up, walks you to the door.
“Junsu says to never hang up on him ever again.”
Can you just die? Like really.
#22:WAR; 135 words; hinted-hosu; PG
Kim Junsu has been in Yunho's office for the past 43 minutes - not that you've been counting -and you can't stand it. Your typing has grown substantially louder, though not much more accurate. Jealousy is bad, Yoochun. It's bad. You don't even know the man. Oh you would like to get to know him, that is if Junsu's tongue was ever off him - but opps, you aren't supposed to know about that. But that wouldn't have happened if they had completely closed the door. Because really, you understand the point of the soundproof walls to his office - leaving the door slightly open defeats this point.
When he comes back out this time, he smiles at you (does he ever stop that?), and fixes his hair at his desk.
This could mean war.
#27:KIM CHI; 152 words; PG
The war has not been going well. You decide to bring food to feed your troops, which is really only a green monster. You stuff in a spoonful of rice and kim chi, knowing that you look absolutely darling with your mouth full.
Junsu is there sitting at his damn desk, eating a damn banana in front of you. Why did you ever think a fruit basket would be a good idea? Oh.Oh.Oh. How can he fit all of that in his - well actually you know how, but, jesus. And he has the audacity to moan when he finally swallows the damn thing. You guys make eye contact, and you didn't realize you had been staring, but you now wish you hadn't.
He walks to your desk, smiles, and takes the chopsticks out of your hand, stealing a bite of kim chi.
You take the banana he has in his hand.
#12:CHEATING; 517 words; yunchun; NC-17
So you cheated; you come to work early, very early. No Junsu. Yunho comes in a little later, surprised to see you there.
"Early today?"
"Yes, sir. I had to finish up work from yesterday, but I didn't stamp in yet.” When he smiles and nods, you wonder if you are actually swooning.
"Bring them into my office ASAP, then.” Did he actually wink or did you want it to happen so badly that you imagined it? You're scared that it is probably the latter. Pearly whites drive you crazy and you're still staring at the spot where he was standing after he leaves. You need in his pants now, please.
//
"Answer it.” He means the phone on his desk. It's ringing and he wants you to pick it up. Oh, he wants you to answer it.
And that would be so easy if he didn't have you bent over his desk, pants and boxers around your ankles, and with his hand stroking your cock. Oh, and he's so good at it. Him and his smooth, smooth, richly lotioned, rich hands. "Mr. Jung. I - I don't think-" Ohoh, god you can't think.
"Junsu's not here yet, Yoochun. I need you to answer the phone."
Balancing on one arm, you pick up, "H-Hello?” You can barely hear the person on the other side of the line ("Is Yunho Jung available?") with the pounding in your ears. Ohoh. And his tongue, oh that helps, helps so good. Oh his hand. Crap his hand.
"I'm not here, right now. Tell them to leave message.” You know that he's driving you insane when you think you can smell his cologne through that whisper in your ear; what the hell is your nose for now? Oh god, oh god, oh god. "Tell them to leave a message, Yoochun. I can't lose any customers just because you wanted to be spoiled."
You swallow the whimper that almost escapes when he strokes a little harder, a little faster, "He's not-" licks across the back of your neck, "- mphm, here right now-", bites on your shoulder, "-canitakeamessage?"
You don't care what the hell the person on the phone said because, at this point, you just want to come, come so freaking badly. And Yunho's hand is doing everything just right, so right. You hang up the phone, and start thrusting into his hand.
"Oh, Yoochun. That was a very bad thing to do."
Bad boys must get rewarded because he's just stroking faster, harder - his hips grinding against your ass. Oh you could use some of that.
"Shit, Yunho.” You come, toes curled and body arched; oh god, you can’t breathe. And you collaspe onto his desk, on top of papers and files. He's going to make you retype them (retype because you didn't save them, very office-smart).
He picks up the phone next to you when it rings again. “Oh really? Mhm. Okay. Sure.”
The receiver is placed down softly. He helps you fix yourself up, walks you to the door.
“Junsu says to never hang up on him ever again.”
Can you just die? Like really.