jaechun brofic, side of jaesu
you're my bro, right?
jaechun (platonic...ish? it's bromantic); jaesu; 338 words
this ridiculousness is dedicated to illuminations, because i can talk about starting a million jaesu fics and never finish them
"dude, you're like, my bro right?"
"what?"
"like i can tell you anything."
"yeah man, i love you.
jaejoong laughs, chugging down the last of his beer before he cracks open another can with a satisfying tssssst. "dude," he mumbles, letting his head fall back on the couch. he looks over at yoochun, staring and waiting.
yoochun flashes him his million dollar smile. "yeah?"
jaejoong reaches for yoochun's hand, squeezing it.
"woah, man," yoochun laughs. "what's up? you're like, holding my hand again."
"just miss holding hands. junsu doesn't want to hold hands."
"so tell him, he's so clueless he probably doesn't even notice."
jaejoong makes his whiny noise, holding it for extra long.
"what?" yoochun asks after he finally stops. "couldn't hear you."
"just conflicted."
"just tell him."
"but then he'll stop holding my dick."
//
jaejoong is clicking away at his phone when something hits him on the forehead. "ow!" he looks down to see what hit him. "you threw a can of beer at me?!"
"an empty can of beer." yoochun's face somewhere between amused and pleased. he looks "was calling you."
"no you didn't," jaejoong says and scrolls through his calls on his cell phone.
"not there. here. when we're supposed to have bro bonding time."
"hey, you ever send a dirty text by accident?"
"define accident," yoochun says, following it up with one of the greasiest smiles in his arsenal.
"accident like you sent one and then your boyfriend doesn't answer so you're going to say it was an accident text," jaejoong blabs, inhaling deeply at the end. "yoochun," he groans.
"don't have a boyfriend."
"i'd totally be your boyfriend."
yoochun snorts and smirks, taking another gulp from his beer.
jaejoong crawls in close. "hey - right? i'd be the guy you'd experiment with if you were curious."
yoochun hums, smiling instead of answering.
"what!"
"maybe i should send junsu a dirty text."
"he doesn't like them."
"gotta ease him onto it, hyung. just the tip, just the tip."
jaejoong wrinkles his nose. "grease."
jaechun (platonic...ish? it's bromantic); jaesu; 338 words
this ridiculousness is dedicated to illuminations, because i can talk about starting a million jaesu fics and never finish them
"dude, you're like, my bro right?"
"what?"
"like i can tell you anything."
"yeah man, i love you.
jaejoong laughs, chugging down the last of his beer before he cracks open another can with a satisfying tssssst. "dude," he mumbles, letting his head fall back on the couch. he looks over at yoochun, staring and waiting.
yoochun flashes him his million dollar smile. "yeah?"
jaejoong reaches for yoochun's hand, squeezing it.
"woah, man," yoochun laughs. "what's up? you're like, holding my hand again."
"just miss holding hands. junsu doesn't want to hold hands."
"so tell him, he's so clueless he probably doesn't even notice."
jaejoong makes his whiny noise, holding it for extra long.
"what?" yoochun asks after he finally stops. "couldn't hear you."
"just conflicted."
"just tell him."
"but then he'll stop holding my dick."
//
jaejoong is clicking away at his phone when something hits him on the forehead. "ow!" he looks down to see what hit him. "you threw a can of beer at me?!"
"an empty can of beer." yoochun's face somewhere between amused and pleased. he looks "was calling you."
"no you didn't," jaejoong says and scrolls through his calls on his cell phone.
"not there. here. when we're supposed to have bro bonding time."
"hey, you ever send a dirty text by accident?"
"define accident," yoochun says, following it up with one of the greasiest smiles in his arsenal.
"accident like you sent one and then your boyfriend doesn't answer so you're going to say it was an accident text," jaejoong blabs, inhaling deeply at the end. "yoochun," he groans.
"don't have a boyfriend."
"i'd totally be your boyfriend."
yoochun snorts and smirks, taking another gulp from his beer.
jaejoong crawls in close. "hey - right? i'd be the guy you'd experiment with if you were curious."
yoochun hums, smiling instead of answering.
"what!"
"maybe i should send junsu a dirty text."
"he doesn't like them."
"gotta ease him onto it, hyung. just the tip, just the tip."
jaejoong wrinkles his nose. "grease."