the last drag
Rating: PG 13
Genre: Romance
Summary: Yoochun is instantly attracted to a red headed stranger he meets in the streets of New York, but is the feeling mutual?
A/N: Inspired by the yoosu pic (see above) Junsu tweeted from NYC ~ Yoochun is holding cigarette. ;P
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The shocking red was the first thing that caught his attention. Then the man laughed and Yoochun was hooked.
He took one last drag before flicking his cigarette away, crushing the half smoked stick with his foot.
Their eyes met. He walked up to the redhead.
"May I drop you home?" The sudden attack of nerves was unexpected.
The redhead smile and started walking, hands tucked inside a designer black leather jacket that did not seem adequate enough for the cold NewYork weather.
Yoochun walked besides him....he hadn't said no.
"Korean?" he asked after a few minutes, an educated guess that paid off when the man looked at him and nodded in surprise.
"Me too, I am Yoochun" he continued in their native tongue, waiting for a reciprocal introduction that never came.
Yoochun took out his last Marlboro light and placed it between his lips, tossing the empty pack into an overfilled trash can. He would have to stop by the drugstore later, he hated running out of ciggarettes.
"Do you mind?"
Yoochun lit his cigarette when man simply shrugged his shoulders and inhaled deep and shallow, feeling the nicotine rushing though his body. Then he blew out the smoke turning his face away.
"Wanna share?" he asked handing the cigarette to the redhead but the guy nodded in the negative.
Yoochun wondered if the man could speak. The last sound he had heard from him was the high pitched laugh that had him wondering how this man's voice would sound screaming his name.
They walked together in a companionable silence and when they stopped, Yoochun realized that they had reached the entrance of the subway station. Was this goodbye?
"I...don't even know your name."
The redhead just smiled and went down the stairway, slowly disappearing from his life. Yoochun wanted to follow but he decided against it. Stalking was not his thing.
He shook his head and started walking to his small studio apartment two blocks away. The drugstore was right next to it.
"Yoochun sshi!" someone called out , the voice unfamiliar yet oddly comforting.
Yoochun turned only to have red head bump right into him. His hands automatically circled around the man, locking them in an embrace. The feel of the other pressing against him, their bodies meshed together intimately was enough to give him a hard on.
He realized that he was not the only one who was affected when he felt the growing hardness against his thigh. Yoochun groaned when the red head pulled away, the man's cheeks had turned the same delicious shade of red as his hair.
"I...I..am Junsu" the guy stammered, thrusting a piece of paper in Yoochun's hand before running back to the subway station.
"Hey...Junsu.." Yoochun called out, savoring the feel of the red head's name in his mouth.
Junsu stopped and turned to smile at Yoochun. And then he was gone.
Yoochun stood where he was and carefully unfolded the crumbled piece of paper
The paper had a phone number and a hastily scribbled note,
Call me when you stop smoking.
Yoochun placed the paper inside his coat pocket and walked home, stopping once he reached the drugstore.
He gave a wry smile and walked away without buying his cigarettes.
I guess it's time to quit.