Santa's Little Elf 1/1
Title: Santa’s Little Helper
Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: PG
Genre: Crack, Christmas, Humor, Drabble
Warning: IT’S A DRABBLE!
Summary: It’s the Christmas season. Junsu has one job!
Despite wearing little more than velvet green tights and cape over his yellow tunic, Junsu pranced down the parking lot more like a toy soldier ready to fire, dragging his red donation bucket with all the care anyone gives to scrap metal. But upon his arrival to the shopping mall’s entrance, he saw someone already claiming his spot.
“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!” cheered a jolly Saint Nick with no beard.
“Christmas was three days ago.”
“-AND a Happy New Year!”
“Can it Santa. This is my corner,” Junsu insisted.
“Ever heard of sharing makes the heart grow kinder-elf?”
Junsu gave him a glare. “Who would say that?”
“Me! I was here first.”
“I was here yesterday.”
“Yesterday is yesterday. Today is another day.”
“Buzz off.”
“Oh, come on. Can’t we just-” the Santa turned to him, getting a good look at Junsu for the first time and stopped. “Nice hair.”
Junsu was fully aware of what he looked like; a decked-out elf, complete with fiery red hair, rosy cheeks and lip gloss to boot. Compared to the casual Santa with no more than a red Santa’s hat and a cloak over plain jeans and sweater, Junsu looked ridiculous. But it got the job done. He was not ashamed to admit it.
“I don’t share,” he rephrased.
The Santa laughed. “Sorry, little man. But I got here first. Aren’t you a little young to be doing this? What are you? Twelve?”
Rolling his eyes, Junsu took a step closer. “No gramps, I’m old enough to kick your ass and know you’re not with our benefit.”
“I could be with another charity. You never know.”
“Which one?”
“Another one.”
“Details, Krampus.”
The Santa gasped. “Are you questioning my integrity?”
“Su!” they both suddenly heard from a distance. Junsu followed the sound and found Jay, his co-worker and fellow organizer, also in an elf costume strutting down his way. “You forgot the coupons! What? You think people are just going to donate for nothing?”
“Isn’t that kind of the point?” The Santa asked redirecting his attention.
“This is the 21st century, buddy. What do you think?” Jay said with a sneer. “I have not seen you around all month. I thought we were the only store doing the Christmas bit. Which store do you work for? Let me see your permit. I’m pretty sure ours is the only one claiming this spot.”
Despite his tone, Junsu didn’t miss Jaejoong’s lascivious gaze though, the kind that said, you are like butter spread on toast, and quickly moved to intervene. “Who cares! We got here first,” he said quickly.
“Wait, I need coupons AND a permit to get donations here?”
“That’s right. Get lost.”
“Okay. Okay. Hold on a minute. Why don’t we come to an arrangement?” the Santa asked. “We can use your nice little bucket, and I’ll help you get donations if you share fifty-percent.”
“What? No! That’s ridiculous. Why would we-”
“Ten-percent,” Jay returned.
“Forty-five!”
“Eleven.”
“Forty!”
“Wait a minute-”
“Twelve.”
The Santa crossed him arms. “Thirty-five, final offer.”
“Thirty.”
“Thirty-five.”
“Fine but only if we exceed our goal,” Jay proposed.
“Easy.”
“Wait!” Junsu screamed. “You are not seriously sharing with him. We don’t even know if he’s actually doing this for charity. I bet he doesn’t even work here.”
“I’ll take my chances as long we meet our goal. Have fun!”
“But I’m-hey!” Junsu chased after him only to be stopped when Jay suddenly turned and creeped up to his face.
“Junsu. You’re cute. But he’s hot and the two of you together can make it red hot. Now get over there and get me some money, duckbutt!”
Having no other choice, Junsu dragged himself back. But not before he gave the Santa a good and long dirty look.
“Su, is it? Isn’t that a girl’s name?”
“It’s Junsu.”
“That’s a girl’s name too.”
“It’s not.”
“I’m pretty sure I went to school with a girl Junsu-twice.”
“Well, I’m clearly-NOT-a girl.”
“Clearly not. I’m Yunho.”
“I don’t care.”
Yunho laughed. “You will.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “So, what do you plan to do to surpass our goal?”
“Can you dance, little elf?”
“What?”
“Elves are supposed to be good at dancing, no?”
“Those are leprechauns, idiot.”
“Hey! You’re talking to a former nuclear physics major here.”
“Oh, yeah? Emphasis on former. Flunked out?”
“More like-got broke,” Yunho said with a cheeky wink.
Yunho started his round with a few pirouettes and summersaults which to Junsu’s dismay, got them exactly the kind of attention they needed. Eventually, he was forced to do more than just ring the bell and began to take over when Yunho needed a break. They spent a good portion of the morning dancing before they moved on to silly physical gags. It wasn’t until the clock struck noon they both realized they were starving.
“Time for a break?” Yunho asked a little out breath.
Junsu nodded.
“I heard there’s a Coco’s in there. Shall we?” Yunho asked.
Junsu shook his head. “I live in the complex across the street. There’s a cheap kimbap shop there too.”
“Take it to-go and go warm up?”
“Okay.”
Practically running to the shop, they quickly got their food and went up to Junsu’s floor. As they settled on the island top, Yunho surveyed the room before whistling in awe. “Toto, I’ve a feeling we aren’t in Kansas anymore.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Wizard of Oz?” Junsu still had no clue. “Really? Nothing? What are they teaching you kids these days?”
“Math. Prayers and redemption. Kindness. Consideration.”
“Is that what you would call trying to toss me off the curb earlier?”
“To those who need it.”
“You don’t know me. I could be homeless. I could be the kind of people your benefit is trying to help.”
“Are you?”
“No. But I could have been!”
“Could have beens are for prayers. I prefer actions.”
“Do you?” Yunho asked with perked interest. “What kind of-actions?”
Junsu shrugged, forgetting for a second too long about the roll in his hand before it fell to the table, forcing him to divide his attention. “You know, not just words or hearsay but actual action, a proactive attitude. What good are ifs, ands, or buts if no one does any-”
Yunho’s lips fell on him hard, too quick to prevent and too good let go right away. With a firm grip around his neck and another around his waist, Junsu knees giving out was not something either of them had to worry about.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all morning” Yunho admitted, tasting the gloss on his lips. “Yum. Peppermint.”
In a daze, Junsu couldn’t say much. “It’s Jay’s.”
“I like it.”
Junsu blushed, making Yunho grin like an idiot.
“What else do you like?” Junsu asked shyly.
“Unwrapping presents. Does Santa get presents?”
“I think so.”
Both were still close, not touching but certainly too close. Slowly, Yunho bent forward to Junsu’s level, centimeters from his pretty nose. “Do you have a present for me?” he asked, lowering his voice too.
Junsu blushed darker. Biting his lip and looking away, he nodded. Unfortunately for him, Yunho was not about to let him hide it, reaching for the tip of his chin and once again meeting his gaze.
“Do you have a present for me, little elf?”
“Yes” Junsu said, matching Yunho’s sweet sonorous tone.
“Oh, really? And where might this present be? Under the Christmas tree?”
“In my room.”
“Well, Merry Christmas to me!” Yunho said with a laugh. “Shall we?”
Junsu immediately turned away but not before he took Yunho by the hand and led him down the hall, past all the useless doors.
Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: PG
Genre: Crack, Christmas, Humor, Drabble
Warning: IT’S A DRABBLE!
Summary: It’s the Christmas season. Junsu has one job!
Despite wearing little more than velvet green tights and cape over his yellow tunic, Junsu pranced down the parking lot more like a toy soldier ready to fire, dragging his red donation bucket with all the care anyone gives to scrap metal. But upon his arrival to the shopping mall’s entrance, he saw someone already claiming his spot.
“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!” cheered a jolly Saint Nick with no beard.
“Christmas was three days ago.”
“-AND a Happy New Year!”
“Can it Santa. This is my corner,” Junsu insisted.
“Ever heard of sharing makes the heart grow kinder-elf?”
Junsu gave him a glare. “Who would say that?”
“Me! I was here first.”
“I was here yesterday.”
“Yesterday is yesterday. Today is another day.”
“Buzz off.”
“Oh, come on. Can’t we just-” the Santa turned to him, getting a good look at Junsu for the first time and stopped. “Nice hair.”
Junsu was fully aware of what he looked like; a decked-out elf, complete with fiery red hair, rosy cheeks and lip gloss to boot. Compared to the casual Santa with no more than a red Santa’s hat and a cloak over plain jeans and sweater, Junsu looked ridiculous. But it got the job done. He was not ashamed to admit it.
“I don’t share,” he rephrased.
The Santa laughed. “Sorry, little man. But I got here first. Aren’t you a little young to be doing this? What are you? Twelve?”
Rolling his eyes, Junsu took a step closer. “No gramps, I’m old enough to kick your ass and know you’re not with our benefit.”
“I could be with another charity. You never know.”
“Which one?”
“Another one.”
“Details, Krampus.”
The Santa gasped. “Are you questioning my integrity?”
“Su!” they both suddenly heard from a distance. Junsu followed the sound and found Jay, his co-worker and fellow organizer, also in an elf costume strutting down his way. “You forgot the coupons! What? You think people are just going to donate for nothing?”
“Isn’t that kind of the point?” The Santa asked redirecting his attention.
“This is the 21st century, buddy. What do you think?” Jay said with a sneer. “I have not seen you around all month. I thought we were the only store doing the Christmas bit. Which store do you work for? Let me see your permit. I’m pretty sure ours is the only one claiming this spot.”
Despite his tone, Junsu didn’t miss Jaejoong’s lascivious gaze though, the kind that said, you are like butter spread on toast, and quickly moved to intervene. “Who cares! We got here first,” he said quickly.
“Wait, I need coupons AND a permit to get donations here?”
“That’s right. Get lost.”
“Okay. Okay. Hold on a minute. Why don’t we come to an arrangement?” the Santa asked. “We can use your nice little bucket, and I’ll help you get donations if you share fifty-percent.”
“What? No! That’s ridiculous. Why would we-”
“Ten-percent,” Jay returned.
“Forty-five!”
“Eleven.”
“Forty!”
“Wait a minute-”
“Twelve.”
The Santa crossed him arms. “Thirty-five, final offer.”
“Thirty.”
“Thirty-five.”
“Fine but only if we exceed our goal,” Jay proposed.
“Easy.”
“Wait!” Junsu screamed. “You are not seriously sharing with him. We don’t even know if he’s actually doing this for charity. I bet he doesn’t even work here.”
“I’ll take my chances as long we meet our goal. Have fun!”
“But I’m-hey!” Junsu chased after him only to be stopped when Jay suddenly turned and creeped up to his face.
“Junsu. You’re cute. But he’s hot and the two of you together can make it red hot. Now get over there and get me some money, duckbutt!”
Having no other choice, Junsu dragged himself back. But not before he gave the Santa a good and long dirty look.
“Su, is it? Isn’t that a girl’s name?”
“It’s Junsu.”
“That’s a girl’s name too.”
“It’s not.”
“I’m pretty sure I went to school with a girl Junsu-twice.”
“Well, I’m clearly-NOT-a girl.”
“Clearly not. I’m Yunho.”
“I don’t care.”
Yunho laughed. “You will.”
Junsu rolled his eyes. “So, what do you plan to do to surpass our goal?”
“Can you dance, little elf?”
“What?”
“Elves are supposed to be good at dancing, no?”
“Those are leprechauns, idiot.”
“Hey! You’re talking to a former nuclear physics major here.”
“Oh, yeah? Emphasis on former. Flunked out?”
“More like-got broke,” Yunho said with a cheeky wink.
Yunho started his round with a few pirouettes and summersaults which to Junsu’s dismay, got them exactly the kind of attention they needed. Eventually, he was forced to do more than just ring the bell and began to take over when Yunho needed a break. They spent a good portion of the morning dancing before they moved on to silly physical gags. It wasn’t until the clock struck noon they both realized they were starving.
“Time for a break?” Yunho asked a little out breath.
Junsu nodded.
“I heard there’s a Coco’s in there. Shall we?” Yunho asked.
Junsu shook his head. “I live in the complex across the street. There’s a cheap kimbap shop there too.”
“Take it to-go and go warm up?”
“Okay.”
Practically running to the shop, they quickly got their food and went up to Junsu’s floor. As they settled on the island top, Yunho surveyed the room before whistling in awe. “Toto, I’ve a feeling we aren’t in Kansas anymore.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Wizard of Oz?” Junsu still had no clue. “Really? Nothing? What are they teaching you kids these days?”
“Math. Prayers and redemption. Kindness. Consideration.”
“Is that what you would call trying to toss me off the curb earlier?”
“To those who need it.”
“You don’t know me. I could be homeless. I could be the kind of people your benefit is trying to help.”
“Are you?”
“No. But I could have been!”
“Could have beens are for prayers. I prefer actions.”
“Do you?” Yunho asked with perked interest. “What kind of-actions?”
Junsu shrugged, forgetting for a second too long about the roll in his hand before it fell to the table, forcing him to divide his attention. “You know, not just words or hearsay but actual action, a proactive attitude. What good are ifs, ands, or buts if no one does any-”
Yunho’s lips fell on him hard, too quick to prevent and too good let go right away. With a firm grip around his neck and another around his waist, Junsu knees giving out was not something either of them had to worry about.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all morning” Yunho admitted, tasting the gloss on his lips. “Yum. Peppermint.”
In a daze, Junsu couldn’t say much. “It’s Jay’s.”
“I like it.”
Junsu blushed, making Yunho grin like an idiot.
“What else do you like?” Junsu asked shyly.
“Unwrapping presents. Does Santa get presents?”
“I think so.”
Both were still close, not touching but certainly too close. Slowly, Yunho bent forward to Junsu’s level, centimeters from his pretty nose. “Do you have a present for me?” he asked, lowering his voice too.
Junsu blushed darker. Biting his lip and looking away, he nodded. Unfortunately for him, Yunho was not about to let him hide it, reaching for the tip of his chin and once again meeting his gaze.
“Do you have a present for me, little elf?”
“Yes” Junsu said, matching Yunho’s sweet sonorous tone.
“Oh, really? And where might this present be? Under the Christmas tree?”
“In my room.”
“Well, Merry Christmas to me!” Yunho said with a laugh. “Shall we?”
Junsu immediately turned away but not before he took Yunho by the hand and led him down the hall, past all the useless doors.