Green is the Color of Love 1/2
Title: Green is the Color of Love 1/2
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu (minor Jaejoong/Yunho/Changmin)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd totally get stoned with them.
Summary: Yoochun finds out that Junsu tastes like peppermint and fresh snow. He also finds out that Junsu has wanted to taste him for years. So why is he suddenly resisting?
WARNING: Minor drug use (just weed)
A/N: This is a birthday fic for mexicananallama Her birthday was WEEKS ago. She gave me the gif that's about half way through the fic as inspriation. Sorry this took so long darling. It will be two parts! I hope you like it. ♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to inrukisarms! Thank you, darling!
Part 1: From Yoochun's POV
Yoochun based his marijuana limit on how green the smoke looked when he exhaled. If the swirls of dank clouds were pale green, then he needed more. If they were either bright or dull green, but without a trace of white or gray, then he was in that “this is the best high ever” state. If they were neon green with 1970s tie-dye swirls then he’d had too much and it was time to smoke more until the green disappeared behind his eyelids, or it was time to stop and wait until the swirls were gray again before taking another hit.
Tonight they were swirling neon.
A peal of laughter rang to his left and he turned his whole head see what it was. Junsu’s skin was tinted neon green. His teeth were snow white. That brightness when the sun hits the snow and you wish you had sunglasses. His red red red lips closed around the blunt and he inhaled. He tried to hold the smoke in his lungs, but it puffed out in apple green laughter and he passed the joint to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong was blue. Always blue. Frozen pond pale blue with blond hair. And Changmin puffed out red swirls no matter what color the rest of the swirls were.
“This party is lame,” Changmin said again.
“It’s the class president’s party,” Jaejoong said. “What did you expect?”
“Think he’ll join us?”
“No.”
“God, I want him to. I want to see if we can get him high enough to make out with one of us.”
“Hey!” Jaejoong shouted at his boyfriend, landing a punch on his shoulder.
Changmin smiled and red streams of fiery smoke trickled up to join the green. “I think he’d look good between us, hyung.”
Jaejoong opened his mouth to protest that and his half swollen eyes went wide. “Oh my god.”
“Good idea?”
“Best idea.”
Jaejoong took one more hit from the joint and then handed it to Yoochun. Yoochun reached through neon green mud and when his fingers touched the end, they turned green, too. He took another hit and when the smoke cleared, Jaejoong and Changmin were gone. He laughed.
“What?” Junsu said, laughing too.
“Poof,” Yoochun said and made little fly away motions with his hands. “Gone. Bye bye, sucked up in the smoke.”
“Oh, bro, you are gone.”
Yoochun smiled widely at his best friend. “Yep. Very gone. Care to join me?”
Junsu smiled and took another hit from the joint. “This party sucks.”
“It’s okay right here,” Yoochun said, overly exaggerating the walk-in closet they had found more than an hour ago. When Jung Yunho announced he’d be throwing a Halloween party, no one else dared to schedule one, even if they all knew this one would be lame. Last Yoochun saw, people were bobbing for apples downstairs.
“Best party right here,” Junsu said. “No girls though.”
“And Jaejoong left. Pretty enough to be a girl.”
“Don’t let him hear you say that.”
“I’m not stupid.”
Junsu leaned forward, sun-bright smile almost right against his face. “What about me, Chunnie? Am I pretty?”
“Not enough to be a girl.”
Junsu pouted. “But I’m pretty.”
“You’re cute. Hot even, but not pretty.”
Junsu’s eyes narrowed and Yoochun tried to recall what he just said. The swirls of green slowed and Yoochun took a hit to speed them back up again.
“I think you’re hot,” Junsu said.
Yoochun laughed. “I am.”
“I mean it. Do you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“You think I’m hot.”
“Did I say that?”
“Yes.”
“Oh. I’m high.”
“So am I.”
Yoochun shut his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, but the wall wasn’t a wall, only clothes and he fell back, falling through soft lumps of chocolate before falling against the real wall.
Junsu laughed and grabbed Yoochun’s shoulder and pulled him back up.
“Come on, let’s get out of here and go find something to drink.”
Yoochun didn’t want to leave the green swirly fun-ness, but he didn’t want to leave Junsu either. “M’kay.”
They stood up, clinging onto each other as their legs wobbled and the green swirls shifted in the disturbance. Junsu almost yanked Yoochun’s cape off. Yoochun frowned down at his costume. Vampire. Supposedly. All he did was wear black jeans and a t-shirt and throw a cape over his shoulders. He didn’t even wear fake teeth. Better than Junsu’s though. Junsu claimed he was some wizarding mage, but Yoochun said he looked like a nun, and he stuck to that.
“Stupid Halloween party. Why did we even agree to come?”
“Dunno.”
“You hungry?”
Yoochun tried to figure that out. Yes, he could eat. His mouth was all dry. “I need a drink.”
“Of what?”
Yoochun smiled, and in a crappy accent said, “I want to suck your blood.”
Junsu laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed until Yoochun was laughing too and he had to hold Junsu up.
“You are such a corny, stupid bastard. You don’t even have fangs.”
“I can still bite you.”
Junsu met his eyes, and once again they were more serious than Yoochun would think, but he was too stoned to think about it properly.
“Then bite me.”
Yoochun smiled.
Junsu flipped his robe open, baring his neck. Yoochun stepped close, opened his mouth and bit down right at the base of Junsu’s neck.
He sucked hard, and Junsu moaned, hands coming up to grip Yoochun’s cape. A tiny voice in Yoochun’s head shouted at him to let him go, but Junsu tasted like cotton candy and peanut butter and green swirls. He held Junsu’s hips for support, and then decided it’d be better if he was holding him, so he put his arms around Junsu’s waist.
“Chunnie, god, Yoochun.”
Yoochun hummed because he didn’t want to let go.
“How high are you?”
“You taste like springtime.”
“So very high, okay. Stop.”
Yoochun whined. “But Su, I like how you taste.” Yoochun moved his head to the other side of Junsu’s neck and licked at his skin. The skin over there tasted like peppermint and fresh snow.
Their bodies slammed against the closed closet door. Junsu moaned. Yoochun pressed forward, trying to taste more of him and then their bodies aligned and something hard pressed into Yoochun’s thigh.
Yoochun wanted to know what that tasted like. “Mm, Su, you taste good.”
“Chunnie, stop. Stop it, please. You’re high.”
“You’re grass green and fairy blue and... “
Junsu’s hands gripped his shoulders and pushed him away. “You’re high.”
Yoochun smiled, lopsided and squinted his eyes at Junsu.
Junsu laughed and opened the closet door. Both of their smiles fell when they saw what was already in the room.
Yunho was on his knees. A tie (which looked like the Gryffindor tie from his Harry Potter costume) wrapped around his eyes. Another tie was around his wrists, securing them behind his back. Both Jaejoong and Changmin’s cocks fought for space in his mouth. Changmin smiled at them.
Jaejoong said, “You know I’ve been waiting for you two to come out of the closet. Nice hicky, Junsu.”
“I ate him,” Yoochun said with a giggle. “Sucked his blood.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “He’s high. God, Su. How much did you two smoke after we left?”
Junsu shrugged. “I’m going to take him home and put him to bed.” He tugged on Yoochun’s arm.
“SuSu, wait, I want … I want to suck on Jaejoong. See what he tastes like.”
“Ask Yunho tomorrow.”
“Okay. But can I see what more of you tastes like?”
Changmin guffawed. “Oh, god. that’s the lamest pick up line ever.”
Yoochun frowned. “But I do. His neck tastes like springtime and snow and...”
Junsu pulled him out of the room and slammed the door. Yoochun giggled and started singing something about sunshine and snow and love and birds. Junsu supported him down the stairs. The few people still left at Yunho’s were in pairs, making out everywhere.
“Ooh, Junsu, can I see what your mouth tastes like? I bet it tastes like cinnamon and apples.”
“Maybe tomorrow, Chunnie.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah, come on.”
They walked to Junsu’s home (it wasn’t far, only about ten minutes), and Yoochun hummed as the street lights cast swirling green light over everything.
Yoochun remembered going into Junsu’s house. He remembered giggling as they snuck up the stairs. He remembered the flare of a light and then darkness.
He woke up with a headache, but warm and next to skin that he’d recognize anywhere. His arms wrapped tighter around Junsu’s waist. He did a mental catalogue of body parts and the night before and decided that he hadn’t done anything stupid. Well on his way to going back to sleep, he caught sight of a deep purple mark on Junsu’s neck. The night rushed back to him and he sat up with a shouted curse.
Junsu stirred, but Yoochun did not look at him. Had he … yes, oh, god, he could remember sucking on Junsu’s neck, licking him and that moment when Junsu’s erection had pressed against his body.
A warm hand settled on the middle of his bare back and Yoochun jumped and flipped around, eyes wide.
“Someone remembers,” Junsu said. He removed his hand and turned away, curling on his side.
Was that … disappointment?
“Su?” Yoochun said carefully.
“What?” Cold. Cryptic. Nothing like his Junsu.
Yoochun swallowed. His mouth felt like it was full of sandpaper, and only part of that was from too much chronic the night before. He realized he’d be the one to have to say it. And Junsu’s shoulders were tense, waiting for a rejection.
Did Yoochun want to reject him? What would that mean for their ten year friendship? What did that mean for his life? Would they hang out after? Was this the end of everything?
Or the beginning of everything?
Yoochun had so many questions. How long had Junsu liked him? How long had Junsu been gay? Last Yoochun knew, Junsu was going after Tiffany at school.
Then again, as his hand reached for Junsu’s bare shoulder, Yoochun had to ask himself those questions, too. His girlfriend was going to kill him.
“Su?”
“You were stoned, I get it. So was I. Leave it. It’s over.”
Yoochun frowned. He pushed Junsu’s shoulder to the bed, but Junsu still wouldn’t look at him. He struggled to roll back. Yoochun grunted when his knee landed in his side. Not on purpose. He struggled with Junsu for only a moment and then ended up straddling his waist. It wasn’t the first time he’d sat on Junsu’s stomach before.
Junsu still wouldn’t look at him.
“Su?” Yoochun said again and reached for Junsu’s face. He caressed Junsu’s cheek with his knuckles. Junsu’s eyes shut with a sigh. He turned his head and Yoochun’s fingers brushed over his lips. On the third pass, Junsu stuck the tip of his tongue out and licked a knuckle. Just that simple movement made Yoochun’s whole body shiver.
That was enough for Yoochun. He leaned down to kiss Junsu, but Junsu stopped him with hands on Yoochun’s cheeks.
“Su?” Yoochun said, this time whining.
Junsu pushed his cheeks together and smiled at the fishy face before frowning again. “That’s the fourth time you’ve said my name. Care to expand on that?”
“Isn’t it easier to let lips do the talking?”
Junsu frowned. “Don’t use that line on me, you bastard. I taught you that line.”
Yoochun turned his head and kissed one of Junsu’s palms. “Well, it works.”
He snatched his hand away. “It works on half drunk girls and freshmen. Get off me.”
“Su, what the hell? I …” Yoochun faltered.
Junsu’s eyebrow rose. “If you can’t even say it, then I’m not going to take this seriously. Get off me.”
“Sorry, Su, wait. I … I don’t know. I love you. This is weird.”
“You love me as a friend.”
“Of course, but … isn’t that what this dating thing is for? To find someone to love? Why should I keep looking when I already love you?”
“One morning, you find yourself leaning down to kiss a guy and you’re okay with that? Just like that?” Junsu demanded.
Yoochun sat back and crossed his arms. “What does that mean? You think what I tell Jaejoong and Changmin is a lie, huh? It’s not about gender, it’s about the person. I’ve always said that.”
Junsu turned his head. Yoochun reached forward and caressed the mark he left last night.
“Yes, I was high, Su.” Yoochun chuckled. “I can’t even remember the last time I was that high. Everything was green. And your smile was ten times brighter than normal. I remember loving to look at your smile last night. It’s always been the only thing that can chase away the gloom in my life.”
The side of Junsu’s mouth jerked like he wanted to smile.
“Who do I call when I need comfort, huh? Who’s bed do I know better than my own?” Yoochun risked moving and slid his knees back so he could cuddle up to Junsu’s neck. Before he could get there, Junsu’s phone buzzed on the bedside table. Junsu immediately reached for it, ruining the moment. Yoochun sighed and sat back up.
Junsu only looked at his phone for a moment before his eyes went wide and he said, “Holy Shit!”
“What?”
Junsu’s fingers flew over the keyboard on the phone. “Oh, god, you are … fuck. This is from Jae. ‘If Chun is there, show him this.’”
He turned the camera around and Yoochun’s mind took a moment to process the image of Jessica, his girlfriend Jessica, half naked kissing the star of the soccer team, Lee Donghae. He met Junsu’s eyes.
Junsu smirked. “Well?”
“Well, what? Girl’s a whore. I knew that when I started dating her. Send that to everyone in your contact list.”
“You want my mom to see this?”
Yoochun laughed. “No, you dork.”
“It’s already done. Jaejoong says he sent it to everyone at school.” He suddenly frowned.
“What?”
“You’re single now. On Monday all the girls are going to cling to you more than usual.”
Yoochun smiled. “So let’s give them a reason to not.”
“No.” Junsu pushed him away and this time, Yoochun let him. He lay on his side. Junsu sat up on the edge of the bed. He sighed and put his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. Yoochun rubbed a hand up his bare back. Why hadn’t he ever noticed how sexy Junsu was?
“I can’t just proclaim this to the world, Chunnie. If my family found out that I’m … I …”
“You’ll have to tell them sooner than later.”
“Yeah, but …”
“And your mom loves me.”
Junsu turned around, eyes hard. “My mom is always asking me why I don’t bring girls home like you do. Why don’t you have a girlfriend? Yoochun has a girlfriend. What about Nicole or Sooyeong or Jaelin? Oh and Taeyon, she’s a good Christian girl. Why don’t you ask her for a date?”
Yoochun bit his lower lip. Junsu turned back around.
“So we don’t tell anyone,” Yoochun said. “I’m okay with that.”
“No. No. I … never meant for anyone to find out. Especially you. Because I know you, and you … well, you did just what I thought you’d do and you’ve made it that much more difficult … just go home, okay?”
Yoochun stared, too stunned to move, as Junsu stood up and went to his bathroom, slamming the door. His phone started ringing. Jessica’s ring tone. He ignored the call, but it got him up. He pulled on his black t-shirt from the night before. He left the vampire cape on the bed and wrote Junsu a quick note.
~~I still want to know what your mouth tastes like. You promised me, remember? Call me when you’re ready to talk~~
Part 2: First Love
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Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu (minor Jaejoong/Yunho/Changmin)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd totally get stoned with them.
Summary: Yoochun finds out that Junsu tastes like peppermint and fresh snow. He also finds out that Junsu has wanted to taste him for years. So why is he suddenly resisting?
WARNING: Minor drug use (just weed)
A/N: This is a birthday fic for mexicananallama Her birthday was WEEKS ago. She gave me the gif that's about half way through the fic as inspriation. Sorry this took so long darling. It will be two parts! I hope you like it. ♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to inrukisarms! Thank you, darling!
Part 1: From Yoochun's POV
Yoochun based his marijuana limit on how green the smoke looked when he exhaled. If the swirls of dank clouds were pale green, then he needed more. If they were either bright or dull green, but without a trace of white or gray, then he was in that “this is the best high ever” state. If they were neon green with 1970s tie-dye swirls then he’d had too much and it was time to smoke more until the green disappeared behind his eyelids, or it was time to stop and wait until the swirls were gray again before taking another hit.
Tonight they were swirling neon.
A peal of laughter rang to his left and he turned his whole head see what it was. Junsu’s skin was tinted neon green. His teeth were snow white. That brightness when the sun hits the snow and you wish you had sunglasses. His red red red lips closed around the blunt and he inhaled. He tried to hold the smoke in his lungs, but it puffed out in apple green laughter and he passed the joint to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong was blue. Always blue. Frozen pond pale blue with blond hair. And Changmin puffed out red swirls no matter what color the rest of the swirls were.
“This party is lame,” Changmin said again.
“It’s the class president’s party,” Jaejoong said. “What did you expect?”
“Think he’ll join us?”
“No.”
“God, I want him to. I want to see if we can get him high enough to make out with one of us.”
“Hey!” Jaejoong shouted at his boyfriend, landing a punch on his shoulder.
Changmin smiled and red streams of fiery smoke trickled up to join the green. “I think he’d look good between us, hyung.”
Jaejoong opened his mouth to protest that and his half swollen eyes went wide. “Oh my god.”
“Good idea?”
“Best idea.”
Jaejoong took one more hit from the joint and then handed it to Yoochun. Yoochun reached through neon green mud and when his fingers touched the end, they turned green, too. He took another hit and when the smoke cleared, Jaejoong and Changmin were gone. He laughed.
“What?” Junsu said, laughing too.
“Poof,” Yoochun said and made little fly away motions with his hands. “Gone. Bye bye, sucked up in the smoke.”
“Oh, bro, you are gone.”
Yoochun smiled widely at his best friend. “Yep. Very gone. Care to join me?”
Junsu smiled and took another hit from the joint. “This party sucks.”
“It’s okay right here,” Yoochun said, overly exaggerating the walk-in closet they had found more than an hour ago. When Jung Yunho announced he’d be throwing a Halloween party, no one else dared to schedule one, even if they all knew this one would be lame. Last Yoochun saw, people were bobbing for apples downstairs.
“Best party right here,” Junsu said. “No girls though.”
“And Jaejoong left. Pretty enough to be a girl.”
“Don’t let him hear you say that.”
“I’m not stupid.”
Junsu leaned forward, sun-bright smile almost right against his face. “What about me, Chunnie? Am I pretty?”
“Not enough to be a girl.”
Junsu pouted. “But I’m pretty.”
“You’re cute. Hot even, but not pretty.”
Junsu’s eyes narrowed and Yoochun tried to recall what he just said. The swirls of green slowed and Yoochun took a hit to speed them back up again.
“I think you’re hot,” Junsu said.
Yoochun laughed. “I am.”
“I mean it. Do you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“You think I’m hot.”
“Did I say that?”
“Yes.”
“Oh. I’m high.”
“So am I.”
Yoochun shut his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, but the wall wasn’t a wall, only clothes and he fell back, falling through soft lumps of chocolate before falling against the real wall.
Junsu laughed and grabbed Yoochun’s shoulder and pulled him back up.
“Come on, let’s get out of here and go find something to drink.”
Yoochun didn’t want to leave the green swirly fun-ness, but he didn’t want to leave Junsu either. “M’kay.”
They stood up, clinging onto each other as their legs wobbled and the green swirls shifted in the disturbance. Junsu almost yanked Yoochun’s cape off. Yoochun frowned down at his costume. Vampire. Supposedly. All he did was wear black jeans and a t-shirt and throw a cape over his shoulders. He didn’t even wear fake teeth. Better than Junsu’s though. Junsu claimed he was some wizarding mage, but Yoochun said he looked like a nun, and he stuck to that.
“Stupid Halloween party. Why did we even agree to come?”
“Dunno.”
“You hungry?”
Yoochun tried to figure that out. Yes, he could eat. His mouth was all dry. “I need a drink.”
“Of what?”
Yoochun smiled, and in a crappy accent said, “I want to suck your blood.”
Junsu laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed until Yoochun was laughing too and he had to hold Junsu up.
“You are such a corny, stupid bastard. You don’t even have fangs.”
“I can still bite you.”
Junsu met his eyes, and once again they were more serious than Yoochun would think, but he was too stoned to think about it properly.
“Then bite me.”
Yoochun smiled.
Junsu flipped his robe open, baring his neck. Yoochun stepped close, opened his mouth and bit down right at the base of Junsu’s neck.
He sucked hard, and Junsu moaned, hands coming up to grip Yoochun’s cape. A tiny voice in Yoochun’s head shouted at him to let him go, but Junsu tasted like cotton candy and peanut butter and green swirls. He held Junsu’s hips for support, and then decided it’d be better if he was holding him, so he put his arms around Junsu’s waist.
“Chunnie, god, Yoochun.”
Yoochun hummed because he didn’t want to let go.
“How high are you?”
“You taste like springtime.”
“So very high, okay. Stop.”
Yoochun whined. “But Su, I like how you taste.” Yoochun moved his head to the other side of Junsu’s neck and licked at his skin. The skin over there tasted like peppermint and fresh snow.
Their bodies slammed against the closed closet door. Junsu moaned. Yoochun pressed forward, trying to taste more of him and then their bodies aligned and something hard pressed into Yoochun’s thigh.
Yoochun wanted to know what that tasted like. “Mm, Su, you taste good.”
“Chunnie, stop. Stop it, please. You’re high.”
“You’re grass green and fairy blue and... “
Junsu’s hands gripped his shoulders and pushed him away. “You’re high.”
Yoochun smiled, lopsided and squinted his eyes at Junsu.
Junsu laughed and opened the closet door. Both of their smiles fell when they saw what was already in the room.
Yunho was on his knees. A tie (which looked like the Gryffindor tie from his Harry Potter costume) wrapped around his eyes. Another tie was around his wrists, securing them behind his back. Both Jaejoong and Changmin’s cocks fought for space in his mouth. Changmin smiled at them.
Jaejoong said, “You know I’ve been waiting for you two to come out of the closet. Nice hicky, Junsu.”
“I ate him,” Yoochun said with a giggle. “Sucked his blood.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “He’s high. God, Su. How much did you two smoke after we left?”
Junsu shrugged. “I’m going to take him home and put him to bed.” He tugged on Yoochun’s arm.
“SuSu, wait, I want … I want to suck on Jaejoong. See what he tastes like.”
“Ask Yunho tomorrow.”
“Okay. But can I see what more of you tastes like?”
Changmin guffawed. “Oh, god. that’s the lamest pick up line ever.”
Yoochun frowned. “But I do. His neck tastes like springtime and snow and...”
Junsu pulled him out of the room and slammed the door. Yoochun giggled and started singing something about sunshine and snow and love and birds. Junsu supported him down the stairs. The few people still left at Yunho’s were in pairs, making out everywhere.
“Ooh, Junsu, can I see what your mouth tastes like? I bet it tastes like cinnamon and apples.”
“Maybe tomorrow, Chunnie.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah, come on.”
They walked to Junsu’s home (it wasn’t far, only about ten minutes), and Yoochun hummed as the street lights cast swirling green light over everything.
Yoochun remembered going into Junsu’s house. He remembered giggling as they snuck up the stairs. He remembered the flare of a light and then darkness.
He woke up with a headache, but warm and next to skin that he’d recognize anywhere. His arms wrapped tighter around Junsu’s waist. He did a mental catalogue of body parts and the night before and decided that he hadn’t done anything stupid. Well on his way to going back to sleep, he caught sight of a deep purple mark on Junsu’s neck. The night rushed back to him and he sat up with a shouted curse.
Junsu stirred, but Yoochun did not look at him. Had he … yes, oh, god, he could remember sucking on Junsu’s neck, licking him and that moment when Junsu’s erection had pressed against his body.
A warm hand settled on the middle of his bare back and Yoochun jumped and flipped around, eyes wide.
“Someone remembers,” Junsu said. He removed his hand and turned away, curling on his side.
Was that … disappointment?
“Su?” Yoochun said carefully.
“What?” Cold. Cryptic. Nothing like his Junsu.
Yoochun swallowed. His mouth felt like it was full of sandpaper, and only part of that was from too much chronic the night before. He realized he’d be the one to have to say it. And Junsu’s shoulders were tense, waiting for a rejection.
Did Yoochun want to reject him? What would that mean for their ten year friendship? What did that mean for his life? Would they hang out after? Was this the end of everything?
Or the beginning of everything?
Yoochun had so many questions. How long had Junsu liked him? How long had Junsu been gay? Last Yoochun knew, Junsu was going after Tiffany at school.
Then again, as his hand reached for Junsu’s bare shoulder, Yoochun had to ask himself those questions, too. His girlfriend was going to kill him.
“Su?”
“You were stoned, I get it. So was I. Leave it. It’s over.”
Yoochun frowned. He pushed Junsu’s shoulder to the bed, but Junsu still wouldn’t look at him. He struggled to roll back. Yoochun grunted when his knee landed in his side. Not on purpose. He struggled with Junsu for only a moment and then ended up straddling his waist. It wasn’t the first time he’d sat on Junsu’s stomach before.
Junsu still wouldn’t look at him.
“Su?” Yoochun said again and reached for Junsu’s face. He caressed Junsu’s cheek with his knuckles. Junsu’s eyes shut with a sigh. He turned his head and Yoochun’s fingers brushed over his lips. On the third pass, Junsu stuck the tip of his tongue out and licked a knuckle. Just that simple movement made Yoochun’s whole body shiver.
That was enough for Yoochun. He leaned down to kiss Junsu, but Junsu stopped him with hands on Yoochun’s cheeks.
“Su?” Yoochun said, this time whining.
Junsu pushed his cheeks together and smiled at the fishy face before frowning again. “That’s the fourth time you’ve said my name. Care to expand on that?”
“Isn’t it easier to let lips do the talking?”
Junsu frowned. “Don’t use that line on me, you bastard. I taught you that line.”
Yoochun turned his head and kissed one of Junsu’s palms. “Well, it works.”
He snatched his hand away. “It works on half drunk girls and freshmen. Get off me.”
“Su, what the hell? I …” Yoochun faltered.
Junsu’s eyebrow rose. “If you can’t even say it, then I’m not going to take this seriously. Get off me.”
“Sorry, Su, wait. I … I don’t know. I love you. This is weird.”
“You love me as a friend.”
“Of course, but … isn’t that what this dating thing is for? To find someone to love? Why should I keep looking when I already love you?”
“One morning, you find yourself leaning down to kiss a guy and you’re okay with that? Just like that?” Junsu demanded.
Yoochun sat back and crossed his arms. “What does that mean? You think what I tell Jaejoong and Changmin is a lie, huh? It’s not about gender, it’s about the person. I’ve always said that.”
Junsu turned his head. Yoochun reached forward and caressed the mark he left last night.
“Yes, I was high, Su.” Yoochun chuckled. “I can’t even remember the last time I was that high. Everything was green. And your smile was ten times brighter than normal. I remember loving to look at your smile last night. It’s always been the only thing that can chase away the gloom in my life.”
The side of Junsu’s mouth jerked like he wanted to smile.
“Who do I call when I need comfort, huh? Who’s bed do I know better than my own?” Yoochun risked moving and slid his knees back so he could cuddle up to Junsu’s neck. Before he could get there, Junsu’s phone buzzed on the bedside table. Junsu immediately reached for it, ruining the moment. Yoochun sighed and sat back up.
Junsu only looked at his phone for a moment before his eyes went wide and he said, “Holy Shit!”
“What?”
Junsu’s fingers flew over the keyboard on the phone. “Oh, god, you are … fuck. This is from Jae. ‘If Chun is there, show him this.’”
He turned the camera around and Yoochun’s mind took a moment to process the image of Jessica, his girlfriend Jessica, half naked kissing the star of the soccer team, Lee Donghae. He met Junsu’s eyes.
Junsu smirked. “Well?”
“Well, what? Girl’s a whore. I knew that when I started dating her. Send that to everyone in your contact list.”
“You want my mom to see this?”
Yoochun laughed. “No, you dork.”
“It’s already done. Jaejoong says he sent it to everyone at school.” He suddenly frowned.
“What?”
“You’re single now. On Monday all the girls are going to cling to you more than usual.”
Yoochun smiled. “So let’s give them a reason to not.”
“No.” Junsu pushed him away and this time, Yoochun let him. He lay on his side. Junsu sat up on the edge of the bed. He sighed and put his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. Yoochun rubbed a hand up his bare back. Why hadn’t he ever noticed how sexy Junsu was?
“I can’t just proclaim this to the world, Chunnie. If my family found out that I’m … I …”
“You’ll have to tell them sooner than later.”
“Yeah, but …”
“And your mom loves me.”
Junsu turned around, eyes hard. “My mom is always asking me why I don’t bring girls home like you do. Why don’t you have a girlfriend? Yoochun has a girlfriend. What about Nicole or Sooyeong or Jaelin? Oh and Taeyon, she’s a good Christian girl. Why don’t you ask her for a date?”
Yoochun bit his lower lip. Junsu turned back around.
“So we don’t tell anyone,” Yoochun said. “I’m okay with that.”
“No. No. I … never meant for anyone to find out. Especially you. Because I know you, and you … well, you did just what I thought you’d do and you’ve made it that much more difficult … just go home, okay?”
Yoochun stared, too stunned to move, as Junsu stood up and went to his bathroom, slamming the door. His phone started ringing. Jessica’s ring tone. He ignored the call, but it got him up. He pulled on his black t-shirt from the night before. He left the vampire cape on the bed and wrote Junsu a quick note.
~~I still want to know what your mouth tastes like. You promised me, remember? Call me when you’re ready to talk~~
Part 2: First Love
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