#18: Super Effective
Prompt: #18
Title: Super Effective
Pairing: Chen/Suho
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual themes, profanities, bad pick-up lines
Word count: 2,112
Summary: Jongdae works at the PokéCenter in Tokyo and is pretty used to Japan's craziness and all the Otakus already who don't leave the store without buying 34754875 types of Pokémon plushies - in the first week of December however, the snow lures in a new customer, one with a radiant smile and horrible Pokémon pick up lines.
Author's note: Right off the bat I’d like to say that I love this prompt with my entire heart and soul, and while I feel like I could’ve done a better job, I hope I did it justice. I thought about making it a longfic, but it just didn’t work so it ended up being short and (disgustingly) sweet, with lots of cheesy puns and one-liners. This is the first fest I’ve ever participated in, so I’d appreciate feedback of any kind! (Also! Last summer I went to Japan and visited most of the places in the fic, so I tried to make it as authentic as possible!) Thank you for reading~ Happy JongDay!
***
“Ay boy, let me squirtle on them jigglypuffs!”
Jongdae whips around, painfully fake smile stretching the curled corners of his lips, and he sing-songs, “Oh! Can I help you with anything, lil magikarp?”
Aghast and offended, the preteen mumbles profanities and herds his friends to the other side of the Tokyo Pokémon Center.
Jongdae sighs, slumping a bit as he gathers himself. Damn kids. He’s been working this crazy job for about three years now, wondering why he hasn’t left. It’s not too bad, he thinks, aside from the gross otakus and the weird old men who won’t leave him alone. It pays better than most jobs he’s qualified for, and his Japanese is just good enough for the easy questions that come with anime retail.
Unfortunately, he can understand innuendos too.
***
“I think I need a paralyz heal...because you’re absolutely stunning.”
That’s a new one. Jongdae turns around and sees some fresh bouffalant [bull Pokémon (meat)] seize up and stutter himself into an endearing shade of red. He’s a fit, fair-skinned young man on the shorter side, groomed eyebrows furrowed up nervously and dark bangs left down to meet the rest of this almost-bowl-cut and circular thin-wire framed glasses. Frankly, he’s fucking adorable, so Jongdae decides with his generous, forgiving heart to give the boy another chance. “What was that, sir?” He bats his eyelashes innocently, as if he hadn’t heard the gay-ass pickup line, and offers a sly, kitten-like grin.
The stranger clears his throat, shrinking into himself, and strains out a, “Excuse me, but can you tell me where the restroom is located?” in hesitant, accented Japanese.
Jongdae pauses. He totally thought he was gonna get some lowkey, half-closeted weeaboo ass right there. He politely gestures across the room and recites, “The bathrooms are on this floor, 2F, in the corner between the 2nd Generation starter Pokémon memorabilia and the checkout counters.”
Mr. Cute Weeb takes this information and literally runs with it in the general direction of the toilets, thoroughly embarrassed by himself, but Jongdae still catches the bow and something that could be a mumbled “Kamsahamnida” and does a double-take.
***
It’s been something like a week or two before Jongdae sees his decidedly favorite weeaboy again. He’s stocking shelves of the newest gen starter series before the store opens for the busiest week of the year-Christmas. The holiday isn’t even a big deal in Japan, more like an excuse for sweethearts to give each other presents if they’re young and influenced enough by western culture. However, as the kids get smarter, the parents are left defenseless, and every child in Tokyo is whining for a new toy. Jongdae used to be one of those kids, but worse, since he demanded Torchic plushies well before 2007 when the Pokémon Centers in Japan even opened, leaving his parents to scour all of the toy stores in his little hometown of Siheung, sometimes searching all over the Gyeonggi province. He was a brat, admittedly. His early attachment to his first gens is probably the reason why he ends up gazing fondly at them from across the room while someone taps on his aqua polo-clad shoulder to get his attention.
Jongdae forgets his place for a moment and gasps, “Oh, you’re back,” which is probably the wrong thing to say judging by the way Cute Weeaboy flinches away.
He looks different today, nicer, even, and Jongdae has to restrain his eager arboc from reacting. Instead of the childish shag that made him look 12, the man sports a fresh cut, hair swept up and away from his handsome face. He’s clutching his large winter coat and scarf against his soft blue button-up that has the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. This ensemble is much better than the one from their first encounter, this time paired with dark wash skinny jeans that are definitely doing something for Jongdae. He’s yanked out of his blurry whirling fantasies when Hot Weeaboy nudges his shoulder and shyly asks him if he’s okay.
“I’m terribly sorry,” he rattles off in his most polite Japanese. “How may I help you?”
“Ah,” the stranger starts, “I need help finding a few classic toys, actually…” He worries his fingers with the cuff of one of his sleeves.
“Of course, sir!” He smiles and introduces himself, “Jongdae,” with a deep bow.
Hot Weeaboy’s face blooms into the brightest, most angelic smile Jongdae has ever seen. “Junmyeon,” he chuckles as he bows back and adjusts his glasses. “It seems neither of us are Japanese?” he teases in perfectly fluent Korean.
Surprised yet relieved, Jongdae forgets himself and falls right into his mother tongue. “Oh my god, it’s been years since I spoke in Korean to anyone besides my mother.” He pauses and squints at Junmyeon. “Line?”
Junmyeon smiles and offers a soft, “91!”
Jongdae lets out a laugh, whining, “I thought I was older than you!” He lightly guides Junmyeon towards the first gen section by the small of his back. “Let’s go, Junmyeon-ssi~”
***
Because he sees the older man every day in the store, Jongdae learns a lot about both Junmyeon and his own unfortunately extreme loss of knowledge of the Korean language. But it’s not hard to regain when he talks so much to his hyung (the -ssi honorific was dropped within hours). He loves children. He’s a vitamin maniac. He plays piano and sings. He lives in Osaka, a good 3-hour-long Shinkansen ride from the Tokyo Pokémon Center. Most importantly, he’s a huge fucking weeb who lives for not only Pokémon but Naruto, One Piece, Inuyasha, Iron man, and Star Wars, to name a few series. Jongdae is nowhere near Junmyeon’s level of dedication as a fan, but he is very dedicated to the fan who visits him daily. Jongdae finds himself falling for his sweet, naïve senior by the end of the week, and finds his feelings possibly reciprocated when Junmyeon suggests going out on Christmas Day.
“I’d love to show you around Osaka, if you want! I think you’d really like it…” He looks unsure of himself as he scrutinizes his shoes and attempts to run a hand through his hair before realizing it’s impossible because of today’s stiff, gelled style.
“You’re lucky I have the day off,” Jongdae teases in Japanese, before quickly adding the necessary honorifics to make his language more polite.
Junmyeon lets go of the breath he was holding in, along with a dazzling smile that blows Jongdae out of Lake Verity. “Then I’ll meet you at the station?”
***
Jongdae slumps off the Tokaido-Sanyo shinkansen groggily at 9:47am, wondering just what he is getting himself into with a mysterious boy who travels 6-7 hours a day just for animel (anime animal) plushies. Every single day. He squints around at the signs that are in far too much kanji and romaji and eventually makes his way out to the station’s exiting ticket scanners and swipes the card that Junmyeon gave him the day before, heart thumping in his chest, nose deep in his scarf. The Shin-Osaka Umeda station is full of couples reuniting and holding hands shyly, painfully reminding Jongdae that this is a date he’s going on. For the first time in years. With a guy.
He doesn’t see Junmyeon anywhere, but he does feel two mitten-clad hands hover over his eyes from behind. A surprisingly husky “Guess who~?” tickles his earlobe.
Jongdae grins and grabs the gloved hands with his own bare ones and turns around to meet a handsome face with a warm flush and a smile bright enough to melt the snow off Mt. Silver. It’s not even 10am and Junmyeon is already fresh-eyed and glowing and it’s just not fair. “Hyung~” he whines.
“Are you hungry? Have you eaten?” Junmyeon teases in Japanese.
Jongdae’s face lights up and he squeezes Junmyeon’s hands. “Breakfast?”
***
After exploring Osaka for the day, the couple reluctantly heads back to the station so Jongdae can catch the last train home. Jongdae notices Junmyeon acting shiftier than usual, and hopes to dear god that he didn’t do anything wrong. It’s when they approach the JR line ticket kiosks that out of the corner of his eye, Jongdae sees a large LED Pokéball, and tugs Junmyeon’s hand to stop. He sucks in a breath and stares pointedly at the older man and then the sign as Junmyeon flushes and tries to pull him away. He fails, since Jongdae is (only a tiny bit) stronger and, now, determined.
“What is that, hyung?” He points bluntly to the Osaka Pokémon Center.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about! Hahaaa…” Junmyeon slumps when Jongdae gives him a look that means I-Refuse-To-Believe-Your-Bullshit and gives in. Junmyeon’s expression twists anxiously as he gets into the story. “The first time I came in, it was completely justified! You see, I was looking for some limited edition goods for my baby cousin, and the center here didn’t have any yet. The Tokyo store is always the first to get new products, so, naturally, I went to look there…”
His defensive rambling slows to a pause and he chooses his next few words carefully. “But, you know…even the rarest pins and mugs and key chains weren’t enough to keep me coming back.” He looks up meekly. “It was you, Jongdae-yah.”
***
Jongdae doesn’t go home that night.
***
An ordinary day in January finds them in Junmyeon’s studio apartment yet again, nestled into the leather couch in front of the television set. Old episodes of Pokémon: Advanced Generation play on the screen, long forgotten, as Jongdae licks into Junmyeon’s mouth, straddling him and splaying his fingers against his chest as leverage. Junmyeon lets out a noise, stoking the fire of Jongdae’s arousal, and tightens his grip on Jongdae’s ass. They pull apart slightly for air, foreheads pressed together as they pant in unison. Junmyeon looks up at Jongdae, eyes hooded and darkened with lust and just a hint of worry that takes over when Jongdae’s hand wanders a little too far south.
“Jongdae, a-are you sure you want to-”
“I’ve been waiting for this since Christmas, hyung.” Jongdae meets Junmyeon’s lips to assure him as he finally, finally palms him through his sweatpants. Junmyeon bucks up into his touch instinctively and lets Jongdae swallow his moans.
Jongdae pulls out of the kiss with a pop and breathes, “No-I want to hear you,” which seems to rile Junmyeon up, judging by his desperate upward ruts and shameful little whines. “Just like this…” Jongdae ghosts his lips against Junmyeon’s jaw line, down his throat, and into a sensitive spot above his collarbone, where he settles to suck hickeys as his hand slips under the waistband of Junmyeon’s boxers.
“Arceus, Jongdae…” Junmyeon pants, squirming and flushing as his hands slide up and down Jongdae’s bare back wildly.
Jongdae bites particularly hard into Junmyeon’s milky skin, making it clear that he’s not unaware of the blatant allusion (to the “God” Pokémon) Junmyeon just made the middle of a hand job. “That’s Mr. God to you, weeb,” he growls playfully as he rolls Junmyeon’s earlobe between his teeth. He gives Junmyeon’s length a tug, earning a sharp intake of breath followed by a low moan. Jongdae nuzzles the crook of Junmyeon’s neck with kisses and love bites and husky praises as he jerks him to full hardness. He sits up to properly pull off the clothing on Junmyeon’s lower half and whines at the sight of Junmyeon’s flushed, erect cock. Junmyeon throws an arm over his face which Jongdae immediately removes in order to lean in and lock eyes with Junmyeon when he asks, “So how do you want me,” drawling out, “master~?”
Junmyeon gulps.
***
The “master” ordeal was a one-time thing. Totally. It never happened again. Ever.
***
They’re snuggling in bed, naked limbs tangled together, flesh on flesh, when Junmyeon snakes his hand under Jongdae’s pillow to retrieve a small, navy velvet box. “Merry Christmas and Happy Anniversary,” he giggles as he balances it on Jongdae’s cheekbone, earning a light smack on the ass.
Jongdae examines the earrings inside, cheeks tinged a pretty pink.
“They’re supposed to be everstones…” Junmyeon begins, only slightly flustered.
“Everstones?” Jongdae struggles to breathe as he feels Junmyeon gently push one in, biting back any kind of sarcastic or lewd joke that might ruin the moment, such as You tryin’ to say something about the duration and frequency of my erections?
Junmyeon helps him slide on the earring backing with a chuckle and kisses his earlobe, pulling back to look Jongdae straight in the eyes, shutting up his inner sass.
“Because I love you just the way you are.”
Title: Super Effective
Pairing: Chen/Suho
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual themes, profanities, bad pick-up lines
Word count: 2,112
Summary: Jongdae works at the PokéCenter in Tokyo and is pretty used to Japan's craziness and all the Otakus already who don't leave the store without buying 34754875 types of Pokémon plushies - in the first week of December however, the snow lures in a new customer, one with a radiant smile and horrible Pokémon pick up lines.
Author's note: Right off the bat I’d like to say that I love this prompt with my entire heart and soul, and while I feel like I could’ve done a better job, I hope I did it justice. I thought about making it a longfic, but it just didn’t work so it ended up being short and (disgustingly) sweet, with lots of cheesy puns and one-liners. This is the first fest I’ve ever participated in, so I’d appreciate feedback of any kind! (Also! Last summer I went to Japan and visited most of the places in the fic, so I tried to make it as authentic as possible!) Thank you for reading~ Happy JongDay!
***
“Ay boy, let me squirtle on them jigglypuffs!”
Jongdae whips around, painfully fake smile stretching the curled corners of his lips, and he sing-songs, “Oh! Can I help you with anything, lil magikarp?”
Aghast and offended, the preteen mumbles profanities and herds his friends to the other side of the Tokyo Pokémon Center.
Jongdae sighs, slumping a bit as he gathers himself. Damn kids. He’s been working this crazy job for about three years now, wondering why he hasn’t left. It’s not too bad, he thinks, aside from the gross otakus and the weird old men who won’t leave him alone. It pays better than most jobs he’s qualified for, and his Japanese is just good enough for the easy questions that come with anime retail.
Unfortunately, he can understand innuendos too.
***
“I think I need a paralyz heal...because you’re absolutely stunning.”
That’s a new one. Jongdae turns around and sees some fresh bouffalant [bull Pokémon (meat)] seize up and stutter himself into an endearing shade of red. He’s a fit, fair-skinned young man on the shorter side, groomed eyebrows furrowed up nervously and dark bangs left down to meet the rest of this almost-bowl-cut and circular thin-wire framed glasses. Frankly, he’s fucking adorable, so Jongdae decides with his generous, forgiving heart to give the boy another chance. “What was that, sir?” He bats his eyelashes innocently, as if he hadn’t heard the gay-ass pickup line, and offers a sly, kitten-like grin.
The stranger clears his throat, shrinking into himself, and strains out a, “Excuse me, but can you tell me where the restroom is located?” in hesitant, accented Japanese.
Jongdae pauses. He totally thought he was gonna get some lowkey, half-closeted weeaboo ass right there. He politely gestures across the room and recites, “The bathrooms are on this floor, 2F, in the corner between the 2nd Generation starter Pokémon memorabilia and the checkout counters.”
Mr. Cute Weeb takes this information and literally runs with it in the general direction of the toilets, thoroughly embarrassed by himself, but Jongdae still catches the bow and something that could be a mumbled “Kamsahamnida” and does a double-take.
***
It’s been something like a week or two before Jongdae sees his decidedly favorite weeaboy again. He’s stocking shelves of the newest gen starter series before the store opens for the busiest week of the year-Christmas. The holiday isn’t even a big deal in Japan, more like an excuse for sweethearts to give each other presents if they’re young and influenced enough by western culture. However, as the kids get smarter, the parents are left defenseless, and every child in Tokyo is whining for a new toy. Jongdae used to be one of those kids, but worse, since he demanded Torchic plushies well before 2007 when the Pokémon Centers in Japan even opened, leaving his parents to scour all of the toy stores in his little hometown of Siheung, sometimes searching all over the Gyeonggi province. He was a brat, admittedly. His early attachment to his first gens is probably the reason why he ends up gazing fondly at them from across the room while someone taps on his aqua polo-clad shoulder to get his attention.
Jongdae forgets his place for a moment and gasps, “Oh, you’re back,” which is probably the wrong thing to say judging by the way Cute Weeaboy flinches away.
He looks different today, nicer, even, and Jongdae has to restrain his eager arboc from reacting. Instead of the childish shag that made him look 12, the man sports a fresh cut, hair swept up and away from his handsome face. He’s clutching his large winter coat and scarf against his soft blue button-up that has the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. This ensemble is much better than the one from their first encounter, this time paired with dark wash skinny jeans that are definitely doing something for Jongdae. He’s yanked out of his blurry whirling fantasies when Hot Weeaboy nudges his shoulder and shyly asks him if he’s okay.
“I’m terribly sorry,” he rattles off in his most polite Japanese. “How may I help you?”
“Ah,” the stranger starts, “I need help finding a few classic toys, actually…” He worries his fingers with the cuff of one of his sleeves.
“Of course, sir!” He smiles and introduces himself, “Jongdae,” with a deep bow.
Hot Weeaboy’s face blooms into the brightest, most angelic smile Jongdae has ever seen. “Junmyeon,” he chuckles as he bows back and adjusts his glasses. “It seems neither of us are Japanese?” he teases in perfectly fluent Korean.
Surprised yet relieved, Jongdae forgets himself and falls right into his mother tongue. “Oh my god, it’s been years since I spoke in Korean to anyone besides my mother.” He pauses and squints at Junmyeon. “Line?”
Junmyeon smiles and offers a soft, “91!”
Jongdae lets out a laugh, whining, “I thought I was older than you!” He lightly guides Junmyeon towards the first gen section by the small of his back. “Let’s go, Junmyeon-ssi~”
***
Because he sees the older man every day in the store, Jongdae learns a lot about both Junmyeon and his own unfortunately extreme loss of knowledge of the Korean language. But it’s not hard to regain when he talks so much to his hyung (the -ssi honorific was dropped within hours). He loves children. He’s a vitamin maniac. He plays piano and sings. He lives in Osaka, a good 3-hour-long Shinkansen ride from the Tokyo Pokémon Center. Most importantly, he’s a huge fucking weeb who lives for not only Pokémon but Naruto, One Piece, Inuyasha, Iron man, and Star Wars, to name a few series. Jongdae is nowhere near Junmyeon’s level of dedication as a fan, but he is very dedicated to the fan who visits him daily. Jongdae finds himself falling for his sweet, naïve senior by the end of the week, and finds his feelings possibly reciprocated when Junmyeon suggests going out on Christmas Day.
“I’d love to show you around Osaka, if you want! I think you’d really like it…” He looks unsure of himself as he scrutinizes his shoes and attempts to run a hand through his hair before realizing it’s impossible because of today’s stiff, gelled style.
“You’re lucky I have the day off,” Jongdae teases in Japanese, before quickly adding the necessary honorifics to make his language more polite.
Junmyeon lets go of the breath he was holding in, along with a dazzling smile that blows Jongdae out of Lake Verity. “Then I’ll meet you at the station?”
***
Jongdae slumps off the Tokaido-Sanyo shinkansen groggily at 9:47am, wondering just what he is getting himself into with a mysterious boy who travels 6-7 hours a day just for animel (anime animal) plushies. Every single day. He squints around at the signs that are in far too much kanji and romaji and eventually makes his way out to the station’s exiting ticket scanners and swipes the card that Junmyeon gave him the day before, heart thumping in his chest, nose deep in his scarf. The Shin-Osaka Umeda station is full of couples reuniting and holding hands shyly, painfully reminding Jongdae that this is a date he’s going on. For the first time in years. With a guy.
He doesn’t see Junmyeon anywhere, but he does feel two mitten-clad hands hover over his eyes from behind. A surprisingly husky “Guess who~?” tickles his earlobe.
Jongdae grins and grabs the gloved hands with his own bare ones and turns around to meet a handsome face with a warm flush and a smile bright enough to melt the snow off Mt. Silver. It’s not even 10am and Junmyeon is already fresh-eyed and glowing and it’s just not fair. “Hyung~” he whines.
“Are you hungry? Have you eaten?” Junmyeon teases in Japanese.
Jongdae’s face lights up and he squeezes Junmyeon’s hands. “Breakfast?”
***
After exploring Osaka for the day, the couple reluctantly heads back to the station so Jongdae can catch the last train home. Jongdae notices Junmyeon acting shiftier than usual, and hopes to dear god that he didn’t do anything wrong. It’s when they approach the JR line ticket kiosks that out of the corner of his eye, Jongdae sees a large LED Pokéball, and tugs Junmyeon’s hand to stop. He sucks in a breath and stares pointedly at the older man and then the sign as Junmyeon flushes and tries to pull him away. He fails, since Jongdae is (only a tiny bit) stronger and, now, determined.
“What is that, hyung?” He points bluntly to the Osaka Pokémon Center.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about! Hahaaa…” Junmyeon slumps when Jongdae gives him a look that means I-Refuse-To-Believe-Your-Bullshit and gives in. Junmyeon’s expression twists anxiously as he gets into the story. “The first time I came in, it was completely justified! You see, I was looking for some limited edition goods for my baby cousin, and the center here didn’t have any yet. The Tokyo store is always the first to get new products, so, naturally, I went to look there…”
His defensive rambling slows to a pause and he chooses his next few words carefully. “But, you know…even the rarest pins and mugs and key chains weren’t enough to keep me coming back.” He looks up meekly. “It was you, Jongdae-yah.”
***
Jongdae doesn’t go home that night.
***
An ordinary day in January finds them in Junmyeon’s studio apartment yet again, nestled into the leather couch in front of the television set. Old episodes of Pokémon: Advanced Generation play on the screen, long forgotten, as Jongdae licks into Junmyeon’s mouth, straddling him and splaying his fingers against his chest as leverage. Junmyeon lets out a noise, stoking the fire of Jongdae’s arousal, and tightens his grip on Jongdae’s ass. They pull apart slightly for air, foreheads pressed together as they pant in unison. Junmyeon looks up at Jongdae, eyes hooded and darkened with lust and just a hint of worry that takes over when Jongdae’s hand wanders a little too far south.
“Jongdae, a-are you sure you want to-”
“I’ve been waiting for this since Christmas, hyung.” Jongdae meets Junmyeon’s lips to assure him as he finally, finally palms him through his sweatpants. Junmyeon bucks up into his touch instinctively and lets Jongdae swallow his moans.
Jongdae pulls out of the kiss with a pop and breathes, “No-I want to hear you,” which seems to rile Junmyeon up, judging by his desperate upward ruts and shameful little whines. “Just like this…” Jongdae ghosts his lips against Junmyeon’s jaw line, down his throat, and into a sensitive spot above his collarbone, where he settles to suck hickeys as his hand slips under the waistband of Junmyeon’s boxers.
“Arceus, Jongdae…” Junmyeon pants, squirming and flushing as his hands slide up and down Jongdae’s bare back wildly.
Jongdae bites particularly hard into Junmyeon’s milky skin, making it clear that he’s not unaware of the blatant allusion (to the “God” Pokémon) Junmyeon just made the middle of a hand job. “That’s Mr. God to you, weeb,” he growls playfully as he rolls Junmyeon’s earlobe between his teeth. He gives Junmyeon’s length a tug, earning a sharp intake of breath followed by a low moan. Jongdae nuzzles the crook of Junmyeon’s neck with kisses and love bites and husky praises as he jerks him to full hardness. He sits up to properly pull off the clothing on Junmyeon’s lower half and whines at the sight of Junmyeon’s flushed, erect cock. Junmyeon throws an arm over his face which Jongdae immediately removes in order to lean in and lock eyes with Junmyeon when he asks, “So how do you want me,” drawling out, “master~?”
Junmyeon gulps.
***
The “master” ordeal was a one-time thing. Totally. It never happened again. Ever.
***
They’re snuggling in bed, naked limbs tangled together, flesh on flesh, when Junmyeon snakes his hand under Jongdae’s pillow to retrieve a small, navy velvet box. “Merry Christmas and Happy Anniversary,” he giggles as he balances it on Jongdae’s cheekbone, earning a light smack on the ass.
Jongdae examines the earrings inside, cheeks tinged a pretty pink.
“They’re supposed to be everstones…” Junmyeon begins, only slightly flustered.
“Everstones?” Jongdae struggles to breathe as he feels Junmyeon gently push one in, biting back any kind of sarcastic or lewd joke that might ruin the moment, such as You tryin’ to say something about the duration and frequency of my erections?
Junmyeon helps him slide on the earring backing with a chuckle and kisses his earlobe, pulling back to look Jongdae straight in the eyes, shutting up his inner sass.
“Because I love you just the way you are.”