We're stil stuck in A YooSu rut. xD
“I need three cheeseburgers, everything on them, uhh, large fries, a chocolate shake, an order of chicken nuggets, another chocolate shake …”
Yoochun pauses, fingers tapping the steering wheel as he thinks over this for a few more moments. No, that should be enough. To last him for a few hours, anyways.
With a sigh, he looks towards Junsu.
“What do you want?”
“… hm?”
“… What do you want, Junsu?”
There’s a pause as the other thinks it over. The person inside the restaurant gives an audible sigh.
“Okay, you know what? Just give him … Chicken nuggets. Yeah, and some fries.”
Another moment of silence. Then another.
“No, wait. No fries. Just the nuggets.”
“Wait, Chunnie-ah! I want my own fries.”
“No, Junsu, you can just have some of mine.”
“But I want my own.”
“Junsu!”
“I want them!”
“You never finish them when I let you.”
“But I’ll finish them! I will!”
“No, just the chicken nuggets.”
“Yoochun!”
“… did you just call me Yoochun?”
“… yes?”
“ … Just the nuggets.”
“NO!”
“Junsu! Calm down!”
“I want my own!”
“Don’t yell!”
“…. You’re a meanie!”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“You don’t mean it.”
“I want my own fries.”
“I know you do, but you aren’t getting them.”
Yoochun is approximately three seconds away from tearing out his own hair in exasperation.
“Why not?”
“Because, as I said, you never finish them. It’s a waste of food and money.”
“I’m not having sex with you.”
“What?”
A beat of silence. Two. Once more, and Yoochun sighs before turning back to the speaker.
“Chicken nuggets and fries, that’s all, thanks.”
He swears he hears a snicker from the speaker. Or maybe he’s just being paranoid.
X
Approximately fourty two minutes later, Yoochun observes a Junsu who’s eating the last nugget in the box and trying his hardest to conceal the only half eaten carton of fries in his lap.
“What’s that?”
Yoochun leans closer. Junsu tries turning away.
“What?”
“That, in your lap.”
“That? Oh … nothing.”
“Really? It looks like fries to me.”
“It isn’t.”
“Looks like you have a lot there. What’s wrong with them?”
“Nothing. I just … can’t finish them.”
“Oh, really? You can’t finish your fries? Why not?”
“There’s too many…”
A part of Yoochun really wants to scream and pull his hair out in frustration. He had a hard day at work and he’s tired and he can’t believe that they’re spending extra money on things like this when it’s hard enough to make ends meet …
And then Junsu looks at him, eyes wide and somewhat afraid almost and it makes a different sort of clenching start in his chest.
He lets out a slow breath, counts backwards from 17, and then nods slightly, reaching out.
His hand slides over Junsu’s easily, light brush of affection, and suddenly he wants to laugh. And he does, a low chuckle, as he slides the other’s hand away from the fries and into his own.
“It’s okay,” he says, brushing a kiss along Junsu’s knuckle.
“I’ll help you.”
Yoochun pauses, fingers tapping the steering wheel as he thinks over this for a few more moments. No, that should be enough. To last him for a few hours, anyways.
With a sigh, he looks towards Junsu.
“What do you want?”
“… hm?”
“… What do you want, Junsu?”
There’s a pause as the other thinks it over. The person inside the restaurant gives an audible sigh.
“Okay, you know what? Just give him … Chicken nuggets. Yeah, and some fries.”
Another moment of silence. Then another.
“No, wait. No fries. Just the nuggets.”
“Wait, Chunnie-ah! I want my own fries.”
“No, Junsu, you can just have some of mine.”
“But I want my own.”
“Junsu!”
“I want them!”
“You never finish them when I let you.”
“But I’ll finish them! I will!”
“No, just the chicken nuggets.”
“Yoochun!”
“… did you just call me Yoochun?”
“… yes?”
“ … Just the nuggets.”
“NO!”
“Junsu! Calm down!”
“I want my own!”
“Don’t yell!”
“…. You’re a meanie!”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“You don’t mean it.”
“I want my own fries.”
“I know you do, but you aren’t getting them.”
Yoochun is approximately three seconds away from tearing out his own hair in exasperation.
“Why not?”
“Because, as I said, you never finish them. It’s a waste of food and money.”
“I’m not having sex with you.”
“What?”
A beat of silence. Two. Once more, and Yoochun sighs before turning back to the speaker.
“Chicken nuggets and fries, that’s all, thanks.”
He swears he hears a snicker from the speaker. Or maybe he’s just being paranoid.
X
Approximately fourty two minutes later, Yoochun observes a Junsu who’s eating the last nugget in the box and trying his hardest to conceal the only half eaten carton of fries in his lap.
“What’s that?”
Yoochun leans closer. Junsu tries turning away.
“What?”
“That, in your lap.”
“That? Oh … nothing.”
“Really? It looks like fries to me.”
“It isn’t.”
“Looks like you have a lot there. What’s wrong with them?”
“Nothing. I just … can’t finish them.”
“Oh, really? You can’t finish your fries? Why not?”
“There’s too many…”
A part of Yoochun really wants to scream and pull his hair out in frustration. He had a hard day at work and he’s tired and he can’t believe that they’re spending extra money on things like this when it’s hard enough to make ends meet …
And then Junsu looks at him, eyes wide and somewhat afraid almost and it makes a different sort of clenching start in his chest.
He lets out a slow breath, counts backwards from 17, and then nods slightly, reaching out.
His hand slides over Junsu’s easily, light brush of affection, and suddenly he wants to laugh. And he does, a low chuckle, as he slides the other’s hand away from the fries and into his own.
“It’s okay,” he says, brushing a kiss along Junsu’s knuckle.
“I’ll help you.”