Love is Measured in Donuts 2/?
Title: Love is Measured in Donuts 2/?
Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to seduce with donuts and sweetness.
Summary: Junsu is late for class and meets Yunho who learns his secrets and ends up liking him anyway.
Warning: FLUFFY! AgeGap!Fic, with 29-year-old Junsu and 18-year-old Yunho
A/N: This is where I've disappeared to and I've decided that I'm going to stop trying to write one-shots. :)
Part 2: The Songwriter: May
It was close to end of the semester and they were in the library studying for their English final when Junsu’s phone vibrated on his table. The picture that flashed on the screen was of him and Junho when they were fourteen, making funny faces at the camera. He smiled widely and answered it, “Hey, bro,” he said in English.
Yunho’s head shot up from the other side of the table. That was another thing Junsu liked about Yunho. He never once brought up Junho even though there were times when he wanted to or it would have made sense to.
“Hey, bro,” Junho replied. “What’s up? Where are you?”
“Campus library. Studying for a final in English with a friend.”
“Wow. Brutal. I have the rest of the day off. Can you take a break?”
“Of course. Can you come pick me up?”
“Sure. What about your friend?”
Junsu met Yunho’s eyes. Yunho bit his lower lip and looked away, obviously trying not to make it obvious that he was trying to listen to their conversation.
“You’re quiet. He must know who I am.”
“Yeah.”
“Tell him to come along. I can show him that you’ve always been the better twin.”
Junsu snorted in disbelief.
“You are, bro,” Junho said, “and you’re my best friend.You get tired of me saying it, but if you couldn’t handle this bullshit, it wouldn’t have happened to you.”
Junsu sighed. “What time will you be here?”
“Twenty minutes. I’ll come pick you up right outside the library.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
“Love you, bro.”
“Love you, too, hyung.”
Junsu hung up the phone and went right back to his notes without looking up. He fought off his smile. Yunho’s energy was practically dancing and flashing neon on top of their table.
“Well?” Yunho finally asked, voice cracking.
Junsu laughed and finally looked up. “We’re going to go out. You want to come?”
Yunho gulped. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Come on.” Junsu started packing up his things. Yunho stared at him for a moment before rushing to do the exact same thing.
“Fuck,” Yunho muttered. “I don’t have time to change, do I?”
Junsu bit back a laugh. “Not unless you have clothes in your backpack. Don’t worry. You look fine.”
Yunho paused. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” He was wearing tight jeans, artfully ripped up in places with safety pins and rivets all over. His t-shirt was a black and blue wide checkerboard pattern with kanji spread across it in white. As always, he was wearing more accessories than was strictly necessary, including dangling earrings and at least three leather bracelets, and sections of his hair were braided with beads. And as always, he had his headphones around his neck, though no music was playing.
“You look great,” Junsu said, standing up. “You always do.”
Yunho cleared his throat and ran his hand down the front of his shirt. “T-thanks.”
Junsu moved around the table, stopping just for a moment to stretch his leg. “I’m fine. Sat too long in that chair,” he muttered because Yunho had looked worried.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
Junsu moved away from the table, Yunho right next to him, longboard in his hand. They stopped at the bathrooms because knowing his hyung, Junsu had no idea where they were going to go or if the bathrooms were usable for more than just a quick blowjob.
Once outside, Yunho tossed the longboard down and rode in slow waves. He rubbed his hands together constantly and Junsu tried not to laugh at how nervous he was.
“He’s a normal person,” Junsu said.
Yunho laugh was forced.
Junsu shook his head and rolled his eyes. He scanned the parking lot for his brother’s car and didn’t see it. Gripping the railing tightly, Junsu moved carefully down the stairs. Yunho took the long way, cruising down the ramp that arced down to the sidewalk.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and Junsu waited until he was down the stairs and sufficiently supported by the metal railing before taking it out.
be there in 5. had to lose a couple sasaengs. in a company car, a black SUV.
Junsu snorted and typed back Secret agent man and got hearts and emoticons in response. He put the phone in his pocket and watched Yunho cruise back and forth in front of him, quiet and biting his lower lip.
When Junho arrived, Junsu pushed away from the railing and motioned for Yunho. He glided over to the car and Junsu watched him swallow roughly. He laughed and shook his head, opening the back door. Yunho climbed into the car and stammered a hello and tried to get out and bow all at the same time. Junsu laughed and shoved him inside.
Junho laughed, too, steadying Yunho. “You must be Yunho.”
Yunho stammered a reply and a hello all at once as Junsu climbed inside and the driver pulled away from the curb.
“Yunho, this is my brother, Junho,” Junsu said.
Yunho nodded and tried to bow in his seat.
“Junsu talks a lot about you. It’s good to finally meet you.”
“Bro,” Junsu hissed and tried to reach over Yunho to smack him.
“J-Junsu-hyung never talks about you,” Yunho said.
Junho faked being hurt, a hand over his heart. “You wound me, brother.”
“Fuck you.”
Junho laughed.
“So where are we going?”
“Hyungbaek’s.”
“Good. Food. I’m starving.”
Junho asked Yunho about his classes, and then his family. Junsu only half listened, smiling at Yunho’s stuttered answers.
“You are so pretty,” Junho said.
Junsu turned quickly and grabbed his brother’s hand before it could continue up Yunho’s thigh. “Hyung. Stop it. He’s only eighteen.”
Junho laughed and squeezed Yunho’s knee. “I know how old he is.” He reached up with his other hand and touched Yunho’s cheek.
Yunho swallowed and leaned away from Junho and against Junsu. Junho winked at Junsu, and Junsu scowled. He should have known better than to tell Junho that he thought Yunho was cute.
“Ah, you’re too cute for me anyway, Yunho-shi.”
“Ignore him,” Junsu said and patted Yunho’s knee. “I told you he was a dork.”
Junho laughed.
At the restaurant, they were shown to a private room in the back, and Junho ordered soju and shots.
“I ... I don’t ... I never d-drank before,” Yunho stammered. “Well, not liquor. Just ... soju and beer and--”
Junho laughed and poured the liquor into three glasses. “Too bad. Drink. You, too, bro.”
Junsu shook his head but took the shot of alcohol. Yunho followed suit, coughing harshly as the alcohol burned down his throat.
Junho laughed and poured another shot for all of them.
“We have class tomorrow, bro,” Junsu said even as he took the second shot.
Yunho swayed in his seat with a slight moan.
“Skipping one day won’t kill you.”
Junsu frowned.
Hyungbaek, the owner, arrived in that moment and bowed, promised Junho the best the restaurant had and hurried away. All through their spectacular dinner, Junho kept the soju coming and kept conversation going, asking Yunho all about his classes and his dog and his family. They talked about music. Junsu leaned back and listened, only answering questions when he was addressed. He knew most of this information about Yunho and of course he knew Junho’s answers to the questions as well. He didn’t mind. He got to watch Yunho laugh and smile, and Yunho got to talk to his favorite idol.
Tarantallegra thummed through the speakers and Yunho’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, this song is hot. I love this song.”
“You’re a dancer, did you learn the steps?” Junho asked, moving his arms to the choreography.
Yunho copied him and nodded. “Almost as soon as I could. This is my favorite song you’ve, like, ever done ever.”
Junho laughed as they both sang along. Junsu watched for a few moments, sipping on his soju. His body itched to dance. He drummed his fingers on the table in the beat instead.
“I like this song too because it really increased my popularity,” Junho said.
“That whole album was awesome.”
“Thanks. You should tell that to Junsu though.”
“Yah!” Junsu said, throwing a straw at his brother. “Shut up.”
“Are you keeping secrets from your friend?” Junho asked, throwing the straw back.
Junsu glared at him.
Yunho looked between them, confused.
Junho kept his eyes on Junsu as he asked. “Dongsaeng, who wrote ‘Tarantallegra’?”
“Xia,” Yunho said immediately. “He wrote a lot of songs on that album.”
“Yes, he did.”
“Bro, shut up.”
“Any idea who ‘Xia’ is?”
“No. I tried to look it up, but no one knows.”
“If you’re going to tell him, just tell him,” Junsu snapped.
“You should tell him.”
“Tell me what?”
Junsu sighed and looked over at Yunho. “I’m Xia.”
Yunho gasped and his mouth went wide, showing off his slightly crooked teeth.
“Yeah. Surprise. Fuck you, Junho.”
“Oh my god, you’re Xia? Fuck. I ... I love ... every song. Even before ... wow.”
Junsu threw an ice cube at Junho. “Fucker.”
Junho laughed.
“That’s really cool,” Yunho said. “I can’t ... man, I’m so fucking lucky to meet you and ... be ... f-friends with you, and fuck. I’m going to shut up.” He took a drink of soju.
“My last album was good,” Junho said, “but not perfect. It was released while Junsu was still recovering and there aren’t any of his songs on it. I’m trying to get him to write again, but he’s concentrating on college.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Junsu said.
“It’s not. I just miss having amazing songs on my album.”
Junsu grumbled something at him that was a mix between “fuck off” and “fine, I’ll write you a damn song.”
Smiling in victory, Junho leaned back in his seat, arm across the bench and said, “So have you two fucked yet?”
Yunho spit out his soju, and Junho laughed.
“Junho!” Junsu snapped.
“What? I’m not allowed to ask?”
“I haven’t ... I never ... told him ... I ... god fuck you,” Junsu said and if his knee wasn’t aching he would have gotten up and left.
Junho’s smile faded only when Yunho whispered, “You’re gay?”
Junsu glared at the tabletop and tapped his fingers in a heavy pattern.
Yunho cleared his throat. “I thought ... no, I ... it’s okay, but I just ... you ... never ... I never ...”
Junho chuckled. “Sorry, bro.”
“Fuck you.”
“Really, hyung,” Yunho said, voice rising a bit. “It’s okay. Really. I don’t ... I don’t care. I promise.”
Junsu sighed and believed him because Yunho was honest and innocent and pure, and would never lie about anything let alone something this important.
Yunho took a drink of soju and coughed.
“I told you Zuno was an asshole just like everyone else,” Junsu said and glared at his brother. “Any other of my secrets you want to spill?”
Yunho smiled and then laughed awkwardly again.
Dessert arrived with a very pretty girl in a very short skirt, and Junho’s attentions went straight to her legs. She put everything down and hoped they enjoyed, and Junho’s hand slid up her thigh and she stammered a refusal and Junho tugged on her wrist anyway, and she practically fell into his lap with a small giggle.
Junsu rolled his eyes at his brother, unsurprised that even moments later he had his tongue down the girl’s throat.
“Let’s go,” Junsu said and motioned to Yunho who was looking at the two of them with wide eyes.
The girl moaned suddenly, body twisting.
Junsu stood up, keeping a hand on the table as the world swam for a moment. Yunho scrambled to get up after him but he actually did topple over when he got his feet on under him. He only fell against the wall though, whimpering a little. Junsu moved over to him and pressed his hand to his shoulder.
“You okay?”
“Ugh. Drunk.”
Junsu chuckled. “Yeah. Me, too. Come on. See you later, bro!” he shouted.
Junho lifted a hand from the girl’s bare ass in farewell, leaving a chocolate and whipped cream handprint on her skin. His other hand was between her legs, moving rhythmically. The girl whimpered, grinding down on his fingers.
Yunho stared, mouth open, until Junsu tugged on his arm. They staggered from the private room and almost ran into their host. Junsu managed to convey his thanks and told him not to go in the room for a couple hours and to give his waitress the rest of the night off, and he looked almost happy about that. Junsu fought the urge to roll his eyes again. He helped them outside and opened the door to the SUV. Junsu told the driver to go to Yunho’s dorm.
“This might ... be ... weird,” Junsu said and shut his eyes tightly as the car turned a corner, “but can I stay over?”
“Huh?”
“Junho is going to drag that girl home and I do not want to be there to listen to them fuck.”
Yunho’s head twisted toward him.
“Just to sleep, dongsaeng.”
Yunho blinked slowly. “S-sure, hyung.”
Yunho was mostly gone when they arrived and it took a few light slaps to his cheek to make him coherent enough to stumble from the car. Junsu was way too tipsy to walk on his own and not miss a step and twist his leg or injure it worse, so he asked the driver to help him. The driver did and Junsu hoped he remembered to tip the guy, especially when he went down to retrieve their things.
Yunho collapsed on his bed with a low moan and Junsu figured he wouldn’t move for awhile.
Jaejoong was not there, but Junsu had no idea how long he was going to be out, so he shoved Yunho over, who muttered something and shifted to the side, and laid down next to him, stretching his leg out. He woke up hot and uncomfortable, sweaty skin pressed to his. He moaned at the light throb in his head made worse by Yunho’s loud snores almost directly in his ear. He carefully inched his way to the edge of the bed. It wasn’t that far, but Yunho’s arm was thrown over his chest and his leg was twisted with his, making it difficult. He had to push Yunho a little and the kid moved, flinging himself the other way, elbow bent funky, face plastered to the sheet, leg up, knee bent.
Junsu smiled. He ran his hand through Yunho’s hair for only a moment. With a deep breath, Junsu sat up, wincing a little at the ache in his leg. He moved to the end of the bed, where the wardrobe was and used it to stand up. His head swam a bit but he didn’t feel like he was going to throw up. Good.
A sudden light across the room startled him and he spun around, falling against the desk portion of the wardrobe.
“Junsu-hyung?” Jaejoong whispered.
Junsu took a deep breath. “Hey, Jaejoong. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Jaejoong smiled. “I can’t sleep with the foghorn going off,” he said and waved his hand at Yunho.
Junsu laughed.
“You guys have fun?”
Junsu shook his head. “I introduced him to my brother and my brother got him drunk and Yunho wasn’t going to say no to him. My brother decided the waitress was hot enough to take home, so I came here instead of going home to listen to another fangirl scream praises to my brother’s cock through the wall.”
“Ah. Um, fangirl?”
“Yunho didn’t tell you?”
Jaejoong shook his head.
Junsu found his phone on the desk, plugged in and charging. As he picked it up, Jaejoong said, “It was almost dead when I got home.”
“Thank you,” Junsu replied. He went to his photo albums and found a recent picture of him and Junho, one where Junho had light brown, curly hair that was taken right after his last CD promotions. He showed it to Jaejoong. “Look familiar?”
Jaejoong’s mouth opened in shock. “Oh ... Zuno ... Kim Junho is your brother?”
“Yep, we’re twins. Yunho met him today.”
“Wow. That ... wow. Just ... oh my god.”
“Junho is a drinker, and Yunho definitely isn’t, so he got a little wasted.”
“Poor guy.”
Junsu cleared his throat. “It’s sort of my fault too, because he was being good until Junho asked if the two of us had fucked yet and he outed me to Yunho, and Yunho started downing too much soju.”
“You’re gay?”
“Yeah.”
“Huh. I never would have thought that. You don’t seem gay.”
Junsu chuckled. “That’s a bit offensive.”
“Yeah, sorry, but ...”
“We’re not all fashionistas and flower boys, you know.”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I actually get that a lot. My brother acts up a lot and he’s bisexual and he’s the one that people think is gay more than me. Do you mind if I borrow your shower?”
“Um, no. Go ahead.”
“Thanks.”
“I have some sweats that should fit you. We’re about the same size.”
Junsu smiled at him. “I would really appreciate that. Thank you.” Jaejoong got clothes out of the drawer and handed them to him. He went to the bathroom, glad he was able to walk without limping. The shower was thankfully a shower stall, so he didn’t have to climb into a bathtub. He stood under the shower spray for a little longer than normal, letting the hot water trickle over him. The water pressure sucked, but it was enough to relax him.
When he went back into the room, Jaejoong wasn’t there, but Yunho was still passed out on the bed, but only in his boxers. Junsu stopped and stared for a little while, just because he could. Yunho was incredibly attractive. Adorable and cute, but with a body that had growing muscles. Junsu remembered being eighteen and how amazing he thought his muscles were back then. In a couple years, Yunho’s muscles would fill out and he’d be even more attractive.
The door opened and Junsu quickly put the towel to his head and pretended he was drying it, so Jaejoong didn’t catch him staring.
“Yunho woke up long enough to throw up,” Jaejoong said and put a garbage can back on the floor. “Luckily I put a bag in this thing yesterday. Easy clean up.”
Junsu chuckled. “Glad I missed that.”
“Yeah.”
“He’ll probably sleep the rest of the night.”
“You can stay,” Jaejoong said. “I don’t mind. And he won’t even wake up.”
Junsu smiled. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” He sat back down on the bed, glad that his leg had stopped hurting for a little while anyway. He lay down and Jaejoong turned the light off. He was only in bed again for a couple of minutes before Yunho was plastered to his side, arm over his chest, leg over his thighs, face at his shoulder. He mumbled something. Junsu smiled and shut his eyes and relaxed.
Pain lanced through his leg and he woke up almost screaming. He bit his tongue and then grabbed the pillow to muffle his noises.
“Fuck, Junsu, fuck, are you okay?”
Junsu winced, eyes blurry, looking up at Yunho’s concerned eyes. “Cramp,” he managed to choke out.
“Where?”
“Kn-knee.”
“Above or below?”
Junsu shut his eyes at another wave of pain. “A-bove.”
Firm fingers gripped his thigh and rubbed. Junsu screamed at the pain, but fought the urge to jerk away. Yunho’s voice permeated the pain in his brain. Telling him to breathe. Right. He was supposed to breathe.
“Come on. Deep breath, in ... come on, hyung. Take a deep breath.”
Junsu gasped, breathing too fast in the pain. Yunho’s hands slid up his thigh, stealing his breath for another reason, but it was only a moment, and then they were back at his cramping muscle. It was another long few minutes before he could regulate his breathing with Yunho’s directions. Yunho rubbed harder as the cramp subsided. He moved his hands up and down Junsu’s leg, to his calf, behind his knee, up his thigh. He felt tears on his cheek.
Yunho’s massage lessened but he was still telling Junsu to breathe.
“Fuck those hurt,” Junsu whispered.
“Sorry,” Yunho said. “It’s my fault. I was practically on top of you.”
“No, it’s just ... my bed at home is ... specially made for me, so it’s always a ... problem ... can be ... if I don’t sleep in it.”
After a few more minutes, Yunho’s massage was more of a touch and Junsu sighed that his body was so bipolar. Even if Yunho’s fingers weren’t going anywhere near his dick, he felt it growing. He moved the pillow from his chest to his lap.
“Thank you,” Junsu said. “You’re good at that.”
“I get cramps dancing, or my friends do. We learned the fastest and most effective ways to get rid of them.”
“It works. Thank you.”
“Jaejoong went to go get something to eat and coffee from the cafe.”
“Coffee sounds good.” Junsu rubbed his face in his hands and caught the time on Jaejoong’s alarm clock. It was after noon. “Well, we missed our first classes. Guess there’s nothing else left to do but ditch the rest of the day.”
Yunho laughed and then winced. “Fuck.”
“Headache?”
“Like a motherfucker.”
Junsu chuckled. “Did you take something?”
“Yeah, before.” He leaned against the wall, eyes shut. Again, Junsu used the moment to stare. He was still wearing boxers, but he’d thrown on a white hoody. His hair was messy, only half-heartedly pulled up into a half-ponytail. A little rough around the edges. Junsu licked his lips.
“Jaejoong says I’ll feel better with food in my stomach, but I’m not so sure.”
“You will. Especially bread. Just rest today. I promise I won’t let my brother get you drunk on a school night from now on.”
Yunho laughed again, sobering immediately. “Hyung?” he said and rested a shaking hand on Junsu’s chest. “I ... I really don’t care ... that, you know, that you’re ... gay.”
Junsu smiled over at him, glad the pillow was still in his lap. “I know, dongsaeng. If you did, there is no way you’d still be in bed next to me.”
Yunho bit his lower lip. “How-how did you know?”
“That I was gay?”
“Yeah.”
“It wasn’t a conscious decision. I knew when I was really young. I’ve always known. My parents weren’t really happy about it, but they’ve also been supportive of me just like they’ve been supportive of Junho.”
“It’s so cool that you’re Xia. I just ... I can’t ... usually when I have a favorite Zuno song, it’s written by you and that’s just so awesome. I’ll love a song and be like, oh my god, who wrote this, and it’s alway you.”
Junsu smiled. “Thanks. I love music. I love writing music.”
“You haven’t lately?”
Junsu took a deep breath, still very conscious of the hand on his chest, fingers moving in a pattern on the t-shirt. He was pretty sure Yunho did not even realize he was doing it. Yunho was very affectionate and not stingy with physical contact. “No, not lately. I will though. College is supposed to inspire me again.”
“It will,” Yunho said with a smile that was almost as cock-hardening as the touches to Junsu’s chest.
Jaejoong thankfully picked that moment to herald his return with donuts, coffee, and donuts effectively distracting Yunho and finally making him move his hand. And while that was currently a good thing, Junsu hoped it wasn’t permanent. He wanted those pretty hands and those long fingers all over his body in more than just a healing, relaxing massage.
Part 3: The First Dance
Part 1: The First Donut
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Pairing: Yunho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to seduce with donuts and sweetness.
Summary: Junsu is late for class and meets Yunho who learns his secrets and ends up liking him anyway.
Warning: FLUFFY! AgeGap!Fic, with 29-year-old Junsu and 18-year-old Yunho
A/N: This is where I've disappeared to and I've decided that I'm going to stop trying to write one-shots. :)
Part 2: The Songwriter: May
It was close to end of the semester and they were in the library studying for their English final when Junsu’s phone vibrated on his table. The picture that flashed on the screen was of him and Junho when they were fourteen, making funny faces at the camera. He smiled widely and answered it, “Hey, bro,” he said in English.
Yunho’s head shot up from the other side of the table. That was another thing Junsu liked about Yunho. He never once brought up Junho even though there were times when he wanted to or it would have made sense to.
“Hey, bro,” Junho replied. “What’s up? Where are you?”
“Campus library. Studying for a final in English with a friend.”
“Wow. Brutal. I have the rest of the day off. Can you take a break?”
“Of course. Can you come pick me up?”
“Sure. What about your friend?”
Junsu met Yunho’s eyes. Yunho bit his lower lip and looked away, obviously trying not to make it obvious that he was trying to listen to their conversation.
“You’re quiet. He must know who I am.”
“Yeah.”
“Tell him to come along. I can show him that you’ve always been the better twin.”
Junsu snorted in disbelief.
“You are, bro,” Junho said, “and you’re my best friend.You get tired of me saying it, but if you couldn’t handle this bullshit, it wouldn’t have happened to you.”
Junsu sighed. “What time will you be here?”
“Twenty minutes. I’ll come pick you up right outside the library.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
“Love you, bro.”
“Love you, too, hyung.”
Junsu hung up the phone and went right back to his notes without looking up. He fought off his smile. Yunho’s energy was practically dancing and flashing neon on top of their table.
“Well?” Yunho finally asked, voice cracking.
Junsu laughed and finally looked up. “We’re going to go out. You want to come?”
Yunho gulped. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Come on.” Junsu started packing up his things. Yunho stared at him for a moment before rushing to do the exact same thing.
“Fuck,” Yunho muttered. “I don’t have time to change, do I?”
Junsu bit back a laugh. “Not unless you have clothes in your backpack. Don’t worry. You look fine.”
Yunho paused. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” He was wearing tight jeans, artfully ripped up in places with safety pins and rivets all over. His t-shirt was a black and blue wide checkerboard pattern with kanji spread across it in white. As always, he was wearing more accessories than was strictly necessary, including dangling earrings and at least three leather bracelets, and sections of his hair were braided with beads. And as always, he had his headphones around his neck, though no music was playing.
“You look great,” Junsu said, standing up. “You always do.”
Yunho cleared his throat and ran his hand down the front of his shirt. “T-thanks.”
Junsu moved around the table, stopping just for a moment to stretch his leg. “I’m fine. Sat too long in that chair,” he muttered because Yunho had looked worried.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
Junsu moved away from the table, Yunho right next to him, longboard in his hand. They stopped at the bathrooms because knowing his hyung, Junsu had no idea where they were going to go or if the bathrooms were usable for more than just a quick blowjob.
Once outside, Yunho tossed the longboard down and rode in slow waves. He rubbed his hands together constantly and Junsu tried not to laugh at how nervous he was.
“He’s a normal person,” Junsu said.
Yunho laugh was forced.
Junsu shook his head and rolled his eyes. He scanned the parking lot for his brother’s car and didn’t see it. Gripping the railing tightly, Junsu moved carefully down the stairs. Yunho took the long way, cruising down the ramp that arced down to the sidewalk.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and Junsu waited until he was down the stairs and sufficiently supported by the metal railing before taking it out.
be there in 5. had to lose a couple sasaengs. in a company car, a black SUV.
Junsu snorted and typed back Secret agent man and got hearts and emoticons in response. He put the phone in his pocket and watched Yunho cruise back and forth in front of him, quiet and biting his lower lip.
When Junho arrived, Junsu pushed away from the railing and motioned for Yunho. He glided over to the car and Junsu watched him swallow roughly. He laughed and shook his head, opening the back door. Yunho climbed into the car and stammered a hello and tried to get out and bow all at the same time. Junsu laughed and shoved him inside.
Junho laughed, too, steadying Yunho. “You must be Yunho.”
Yunho stammered a reply and a hello all at once as Junsu climbed inside and the driver pulled away from the curb.
“Yunho, this is my brother, Junho,” Junsu said.
Yunho nodded and tried to bow in his seat.
“Junsu talks a lot about you. It’s good to finally meet you.”
“Bro,” Junsu hissed and tried to reach over Yunho to smack him.
“J-Junsu-hyung never talks about you,” Yunho said.
Junho faked being hurt, a hand over his heart. “You wound me, brother.”
“Fuck you.”
Junho laughed.
“So where are we going?”
“Hyungbaek’s.”
“Good. Food. I’m starving.”
Junho asked Yunho about his classes, and then his family. Junsu only half listened, smiling at Yunho’s stuttered answers.
“You are so pretty,” Junho said.
Junsu turned quickly and grabbed his brother’s hand before it could continue up Yunho’s thigh. “Hyung. Stop it. He’s only eighteen.”
Junho laughed and squeezed Yunho’s knee. “I know how old he is.” He reached up with his other hand and touched Yunho’s cheek.
Yunho swallowed and leaned away from Junho and against Junsu. Junho winked at Junsu, and Junsu scowled. He should have known better than to tell Junho that he thought Yunho was cute.
“Ah, you’re too cute for me anyway, Yunho-shi.”
“Ignore him,” Junsu said and patted Yunho’s knee. “I told you he was a dork.”
Junho laughed.
At the restaurant, they were shown to a private room in the back, and Junho ordered soju and shots.
“I ... I don’t ... I never d-drank before,” Yunho stammered. “Well, not liquor. Just ... soju and beer and--”
Junho laughed and poured the liquor into three glasses. “Too bad. Drink. You, too, bro.”
Junsu shook his head but took the shot of alcohol. Yunho followed suit, coughing harshly as the alcohol burned down his throat.
Junho laughed and poured another shot for all of them.
“We have class tomorrow, bro,” Junsu said even as he took the second shot.
Yunho swayed in his seat with a slight moan.
“Skipping one day won’t kill you.”
Junsu frowned.
Hyungbaek, the owner, arrived in that moment and bowed, promised Junho the best the restaurant had and hurried away. All through their spectacular dinner, Junho kept the soju coming and kept conversation going, asking Yunho all about his classes and his dog and his family. They talked about music. Junsu leaned back and listened, only answering questions when he was addressed. He knew most of this information about Yunho and of course he knew Junho’s answers to the questions as well. He didn’t mind. He got to watch Yunho laugh and smile, and Yunho got to talk to his favorite idol.
Tarantallegra thummed through the speakers and Yunho’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, this song is hot. I love this song.”
“You’re a dancer, did you learn the steps?” Junho asked, moving his arms to the choreography.
Yunho copied him and nodded. “Almost as soon as I could. This is my favorite song you’ve, like, ever done ever.”
Junho laughed as they both sang along. Junsu watched for a few moments, sipping on his soju. His body itched to dance. He drummed his fingers on the table in the beat instead.
“I like this song too because it really increased my popularity,” Junho said.
“That whole album was awesome.”
“Thanks. You should tell that to Junsu though.”
“Yah!” Junsu said, throwing a straw at his brother. “Shut up.”
“Are you keeping secrets from your friend?” Junho asked, throwing the straw back.
Junsu glared at him.
Yunho looked between them, confused.
Junho kept his eyes on Junsu as he asked. “Dongsaeng, who wrote ‘Tarantallegra’?”
“Xia,” Yunho said immediately. “He wrote a lot of songs on that album.”
“Yes, he did.”
“Bro, shut up.”
“Any idea who ‘Xia’ is?”
“No. I tried to look it up, but no one knows.”
“If you’re going to tell him, just tell him,” Junsu snapped.
“You should tell him.”
“Tell me what?”
Junsu sighed and looked over at Yunho. “I’m Xia.”
Yunho gasped and his mouth went wide, showing off his slightly crooked teeth.
“Yeah. Surprise. Fuck you, Junho.”
“Oh my god, you’re Xia? Fuck. I ... I love ... every song. Even before ... wow.”
Junsu threw an ice cube at Junho. “Fucker.”
Junho laughed.
“That’s really cool,” Yunho said. “I can’t ... man, I’m so fucking lucky to meet you and ... be ... f-friends with you, and fuck. I’m going to shut up.” He took a drink of soju.
“My last album was good,” Junho said, “but not perfect. It was released while Junsu was still recovering and there aren’t any of his songs on it. I’m trying to get him to write again, but he’s concentrating on college.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Junsu said.
“It’s not. I just miss having amazing songs on my album.”
Junsu grumbled something at him that was a mix between “fuck off” and “fine, I’ll write you a damn song.”
Smiling in victory, Junho leaned back in his seat, arm across the bench and said, “So have you two fucked yet?”
Yunho spit out his soju, and Junho laughed.
“Junho!” Junsu snapped.
“What? I’m not allowed to ask?”
“I haven’t ... I never ... told him ... I ... god fuck you,” Junsu said and if his knee wasn’t aching he would have gotten up and left.
Junho’s smile faded only when Yunho whispered, “You’re gay?”
Junsu glared at the tabletop and tapped his fingers in a heavy pattern.
Yunho cleared his throat. “I thought ... no, I ... it’s okay, but I just ... you ... never ... I never ...”
Junho chuckled. “Sorry, bro.”
“Fuck you.”
“Really, hyung,” Yunho said, voice rising a bit. “It’s okay. Really. I don’t ... I don’t care. I promise.”
Junsu sighed and believed him because Yunho was honest and innocent and pure, and would never lie about anything let alone something this important.
Yunho took a drink of soju and coughed.
“I told you Zuno was an asshole just like everyone else,” Junsu said and glared at his brother. “Any other of my secrets you want to spill?”
Yunho smiled and then laughed awkwardly again.
Dessert arrived with a very pretty girl in a very short skirt, and Junho’s attentions went straight to her legs. She put everything down and hoped they enjoyed, and Junho’s hand slid up her thigh and she stammered a refusal and Junho tugged on her wrist anyway, and she practically fell into his lap with a small giggle.
Junsu rolled his eyes at his brother, unsurprised that even moments later he had his tongue down the girl’s throat.
“Let’s go,” Junsu said and motioned to Yunho who was looking at the two of them with wide eyes.
The girl moaned suddenly, body twisting.
Junsu stood up, keeping a hand on the table as the world swam for a moment. Yunho scrambled to get up after him but he actually did topple over when he got his feet on under him. He only fell against the wall though, whimpering a little. Junsu moved over to him and pressed his hand to his shoulder.
“You okay?”
“Ugh. Drunk.”
Junsu chuckled. “Yeah. Me, too. Come on. See you later, bro!” he shouted.
Junho lifted a hand from the girl’s bare ass in farewell, leaving a chocolate and whipped cream handprint on her skin. His other hand was between her legs, moving rhythmically. The girl whimpered, grinding down on his fingers.
Yunho stared, mouth open, until Junsu tugged on his arm. They staggered from the private room and almost ran into their host. Junsu managed to convey his thanks and told him not to go in the room for a couple hours and to give his waitress the rest of the night off, and he looked almost happy about that. Junsu fought the urge to roll his eyes again. He helped them outside and opened the door to the SUV. Junsu told the driver to go to Yunho’s dorm.
“This might ... be ... weird,” Junsu said and shut his eyes tightly as the car turned a corner, “but can I stay over?”
“Huh?”
“Junho is going to drag that girl home and I do not want to be there to listen to them fuck.”
Yunho’s head twisted toward him.
“Just to sleep, dongsaeng.”
Yunho blinked slowly. “S-sure, hyung.”
Yunho was mostly gone when they arrived and it took a few light slaps to his cheek to make him coherent enough to stumble from the car. Junsu was way too tipsy to walk on his own and not miss a step and twist his leg or injure it worse, so he asked the driver to help him. The driver did and Junsu hoped he remembered to tip the guy, especially when he went down to retrieve their things.
Yunho collapsed on his bed with a low moan and Junsu figured he wouldn’t move for awhile.
Jaejoong was not there, but Junsu had no idea how long he was going to be out, so he shoved Yunho over, who muttered something and shifted to the side, and laid down next to him, stretching his leg out. He woke up hot and uncomfortable, sweaty skin pressed to his. He moaned at the light throb in his head made worse by Yunho’s loud snores almost directly in his ear. He carefully inched his way to the edge of the bed. It wasn’t that far, but Yunho’s arm was thrown over his chest and his leg was twisted with his, making it difficult. He had to push Yunho a little and the kid moved, flinging himself the other way, elbow bent funky, face plastered to the sheet, leg up, knee bent.
Junsu smiled. He ran his hand through Yunho’s hair for only a moment. With a deep breath, Junsu sat up, wincing a little at the ache in his leg. He moved to the end of the bed, where the wardrobe was and used it to stand up. His head swam a bit but he didn’t feel like he was going to throw up. Good.
A sudden light across the room startled him and he spun around, falling against the desk portion of the wardrobe.
“Junsu-hyung?” Jaejoong whispered.
Junsu took a deep breath. “Hey, Jaejoong. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Jaejoong smiled. “I can’t sleep with the foghorn going off,” he said and waved his hand at Yunho.
Junsu laughed.
“You guys have fun?”
Junsu shook his head. “I introduced him to my brother and my brother got him drunk and Yunho wasn’t going to say no to him. My brother decided the waitress was hot enough to take home, so I came here instead of going home to listen to another fangirl scream praises to my brother’s cock through the wall.”
“Ah. Um, fangirl?”
“Yunho didn’t tell you?”
Jaejoong shook his head.
Junsu found his phone on the desk, plugged in and charging. As he picked it up, Jaejoong said, “It was almost dead when I got home.”
“Thank you,” Junsu replied. He went to his photo albums and found a recent picture of him and Junho, one where Junho had light brown, curly hair that was taken right after his last CD promotions. He showed it to Jaejoong. “Look familiar?”
Jaejoong’s mouth opened in shock. “Oh ... Zuno ... Kim Junho is your brother?”
“Yep, we’re twins. Yunho met him today.”
“Wow. That ... wow. Just ... oh my god.”
“Junho is a drinker, and Yunho definitely isn’t, so he got a little wasted.”
“Poor guy.”
Junsu cleared his throat. “It’s sort of my fault too, because he was being good until Junho asked if the two of us had fucked yet and he outed me to Yunho, and Yunho started downing too much soju.”
“You’re gay?”
“Yeah.”
“Huh. I never would have thought that. You don’t seem gay.”
Junsu chuckled. “That’s a bit offensive.”
“Yeah, sorry, but ...”
“We’re not all fashionistas and flower boys, you know.”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I actually get that a lot. My brother acts up a lot and he’s bisexual and he’s the one that people think is gay more than me. Do you mind if I borrow your shower?”
“Um, no. Go ahead.”
“Thanks.”
“I have some sweats that should fit you. We’re about the same size.”
Junsu smiled at him. “I would really appreciate that. Thank you.” Jaejoong got clothes out of the drawer and handed them to him. He went to the bathroom, glad he was able to walk without limping. The shower was thankfully a shower stall, so he didn’t have to climb into a bathtub. He stood under the shower spray for a little longer than normal, letting the hot water trickle over him. The water pressure sucked, but it was enough to relax him.
When he went back into the room, Jaejoong wasn’t there, but Yunho was still passed out on the bed, but only in his boxers. Junsu stopped and stared for a little while, just because he could. Yunho was incredibly attractive. Adorable and cute, but with a body that had growing muscles. Junsu remembered being eighteen and how amazing he thought his muscles were back then. In a couple years, Yunho’s muscles would fill out and he’d be even more attractive.
The door opened and Junsu quickly put the towel to his head and pretended he was drying it, so Jaejoong didn’t catch him staring.
“Yunho woke up long enough to throw up,” Jaejoong said and put a garbage can back on the floor. “Luckily I put a bag in this thing yesterday. Easy clean up.”
Junsu chuckled. “Glad I missed that.”
“Yeah.”
“He’ll probably sleep the rest of the night.”
“You can stay,” Jaejoong said. “I don’t mind. And he won’t even wake up.”
Junsu smiled. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” He sat back down on the bed, glad that his leg had stopped hurting for a little while anyway. He lay down and Jaejoong turned the light off. He was only in bed again for a couple of minutes before Yunho was plastered to his side, arm over his chest, leg over his thighs, face at his shoulder. He mumbled something. Junsu smiled and shut his eyes and relaxed.
Pain lanced through his leg and he woke up almost screaming. He bit his tongue and then grabbed the pillow to muffle his noises.
“Fuck, Junsu, fuck, are you okay?”
Junsu winced, eyes blurry, looking up at Yunho’s concerned eyes. “Cramp,” he managed to choke out.
“Where?”
“Kn-knee.”
“Above or below?”
Junsu shut his eyes at another wave of pain. “A-bove.”
Firm fingers gripped his thigh and rubbed. Junsu screamed at the pain, but fought the urge to jerk away. Yunho’s voice permeated the pain in his brain. Telling him to breathe. Right. He was supposed to breathe.
“Come on. Deep breath, in ... come on, hyung. Take a deep breath.”
Junsu gasped, breathing too fast in the pain. Yunho’s hands slid up his thigh, stealing his breath for another reason, but it was only a moment, and then they were back at his cramping muscle. It was another long few minutes before he could regulate his breathing with Yunho’s directions. Yunho rubbed harder as the cramp subsided. He moved his hands up and down Junsu’s leg, to his calf, behind his knee, up his thigh. He felt tears on his cheek.
Yunho’s massage lessened but he was still telling Junsu to breathe.
“Fuck those hurt,” Junsu whispered.
“Sorry,” Yunho said. “It’s my fault. I was practically on top of you.”
“No, it’s just ... my bed at home is ... specially made for me, so it’s always a ... problem ... can be ... if I don’t sleep in it.”
After a few more minutes, Yunho’s massage was more of a touch and Junsu sighed that his body was so bipolar. Even if Yunho’s fingers weren’t going anywhere near his dick, he felt it growing. He moved the pillow from his chest to his lap.
“Thank you,” Junsu said. “You’re good at that.”
“I get cramps dancing, or my friends do. We learned the fastest and most effective ways to get rid of them.”
“It works. Thank you.”
“Jaejoong went to go get something to eat and coffee from the cafe.”
“Coffee sounds good.” Junsu rubbed his face in his hands and caught the time on Jaejoong’s alarm clock. It was after noon. “Well, we missed our first classes. Guess there’s nothing else left to do but ditch the rest of the day.”
Yunho laughed and then winced. “Fuck.”
“Headache?”
“Like a motherfucker.”
Junsu chuckled. “Did you take something?”
“Yeah, before.” He leaned against the wall, eyes shut. Again, Junsu used the moment to stare. He was still wearing boxers, but he’d thrown on a white hoody. His hair was messy, only half-heartedly pulled up into a half-ponytail. A little rough around the edges. Junsu licked his lips.
“Jaejoong says I’ll feel better with food in my stomach, but I’m not so sure.”
“You will. Especially bread. Just rest today. I promise I won’t let my brother get you drunk on a school night from now on.”
Yunho laughed again, sobering immediately. “Hyung?” he said and rested a shaking hand on Junsu’s chest. “I ... I really don’t care ... that, you know, that you’re ... gay.”
Junsu smiled over at him, glad the pillow was still in his lap. “I know, dongsaeng. If you did, there is no way you’d still be in bed next to me.”
Yunho bit his lower lip. “How-how did you know?”
“That I was gay?”
“Yeah.”
“It wasn’t a conscious decision. I knew when I was really young. I’ve always known. My parents weren’t really happy about it, but they’ve also been supportive of me just like they’ve been supportive of Junho.”
“It’s so cool that you’re Xia. I just ... I can’t ... usually when I have a favorite Zuno song, it’s written by you and that’s just so awesome. I’ll love a song and be like, oh my god, who wrote this, and it’s alway you.”
Junsu smiled. “Thanks. I love music. I love writing music.”
“You haven’t lately?”
Junsu took a deep breath, still very conscious of the hand on his chest, fingers moving in a pattern on the t-shirt. He was pretty sure Yunho did not even realize he was doing it. Yunho was very affectionate and not stingy with physical contact. “No, not lately. I will though. College is supposed to inspire me again.”
“It will,” Yunho said with a smile that was almost as cock-hardening as the touches to Junsu’s chest.
Jaejoong thankfully picked that moment to herald his return with donuts, coffee, and donuts effectively distracting Yunho and finally making him move his hand. And while that was currently a good thing, Junsu hoped it wasn’t permanent. He wanted those pretty hands and those long fingers all over his body in more than just a healing, relaxing massage.
Part 3: The First Dance
Part 1: The First Donut
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