Sorry For The Stupid Things
Title: Sorry For The Stupid Things.
Author: ChevyPortia.
Genre: Drama, Fluff.
Pairing: YooSu.
Length: One Shot.
Synopsis: Lover's quarrels were the worst.
A/N: I got this right after I read an article YooHwan said something about his brother. And my roommate was tuning to some Babyface. And this song fits perfectly..well just part of it ;p. Enjoy!
Both YooChun and JunSu after working long hours, tended to get into arguments on the way home, ranging from the cleanliness of the apartment they shared to JunSu being careless at dinner and squirting ketchup on YooChun's brand new white shirt. Most of the time however, it ended as quickly as it began and they ended up somehow making amends, chalking it up to exhaustion before it was time to pass out before another shift.
Tonight however, JunSu had definitely hit a nerve resorting to personal attacks in a stupid argument over who's turn it was to take out the trash and he was a little uncertain that their relationship could weather the storm.
YooChun was fuming. He could see it. Everything from the vein popping out in his forehead to him white-knuckling the steering wheel just screamed unimaginable anger. JunSu stared out the window and watched the scenery whizz by, a little mad himself. After all, it wasn't entirely his fault. He was just sticking up for himself against some stupid personal attack by his overworked and definitely over-tired boyfriend right?
"God damnit JunSu, is it too much to ask that you get off your ass and help out every now and then? I take out the trash, I cook the food, I do the dishes, I do the laundry, the LEAST you could do is get off your fat behind and take out the trash every once in awhile!" YooChun really was mad at JunSu's recent refusal to do housework. He looked out the lounge room window to make sure JaeJoong wasn't being nosy again and peeking in on their argument and after the coast was clear, YooChun continued on with his rant.
"I do EVERYTHING around the house! JunSu, our apartment is DISGUSTING and I can't clean it up as fast as you can mess it up! Trash piled up outside the door, socks, random piles of DIRTY, STINKY, SWEATY CLOTHES, and your GOD DAMNED CRUSTY BOXERS all over the floor, Dishes piled into the sink to where I can't even run the water anymore! JunSu, I hate to tell you this but you're FILTHY! Pizza boxes all over the coffee table, You have PYRAMIDS- PYRAMIDS, JUNSU- of milk bottles all over our living room! Crumbs, and sticky candy that's melted into the couch, unexplainable spills and stains all over the carpet! I can't take it!"
"Well, if you're so offended by my relaxed way of keeping house WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO BACK TO YOUR TRAILER PARK ROOTS AND THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW!" It was then that JunSu knew he had gone too far. YooChun's mouth pursed into an unpenetrable line, one eye got bigger than the other, and YooChun was red all over. Uh-oh.
"Well, if I'm such a trash, maybe you shouldn't be sharing a room with me. Just wait until we get home. Hope you like sleeping on your FILTHY FUCKING COUCH!" Before JunSu had a chance to say he was sorry, YooChun stormed out.
JunSu thought about the fight the entire way home. He really didn't want to sleep on the couch, because as much as he hated to admit it, YooChun was right. The couch was gross and sticky with some kinda melted Skittle-type things. He didn't know what it was, in fact, he couldn't remember the last time he ate candy on the couch. Had it really been THAT long? Ew.
He peeked out of his periphery and could still see YooChun was angry with him. He didn't really get a chance to say anything because about the time he decided that he SHOULD say something they were pulling into the parking lot of their apartment complex.
YooChun grabbed up his stuff and stomped up the stairs as loud as he possibly could. JunSu thought he should probably follow suit, but then saw the huge pile of about six trash bags on their porch. He rolled his eyes, sighed and set down his jacket. All the way to the dumpster, hauling all six bags at once so he wouldn't have to make two trips, JunSu mumbled and grumbled.
"Who does he think he is telling me how to keep house? I'm not his FUCKING wife!" JunSu was kicking rocks, cussing, hissing and spitting, and without looking, threw the bags at,not in, the dumpster, missing entirely.
He would have never known if he hadn't heard "oof!" under the big pile of garbage. Two skinny legs in jeans were sticking out under the trash pile, kicking furiously. If he hadn't recognized them to be JaeJoong's he'd have felt really bad, but under the circumstances, it was kind of funny.
"Kim-whatever-the-hell-your-middle-name-is-JunSu! What the HELL?"
JunSu chuckled as he dug JaeJoong out of the trash pile and helped him to his feet.
"God, I was standing out here, taking out my trash, minding my own business, God Forbid, and I get pelted with SIX bags of trash, JunSu. SIX. STOP LAUGHING IT'S NOT FUNNY!" He threw a mean right hook into the younger's arm. JaeJoong hit like a girl.
"I didn't mean to hit you with a bunch of trash, my mind was somewhere else, I was thinking about that stupid fight, and ...Ugggh!"
JaeJoong smiled that signature crooked smile of his "I guess that's why you're taking out the trash. Chunface got all pissed about you not doing your fair share around the house...so, I have to ask, sorry, but are your underwear REALLY crusty, Suie? Because that's just gross"
JunSu's mouth hung wide open. Usually YooChun checks to see if anyone is around before having a fight with him in the lounge room. For God's sake, why didn't he check? "You HEARD? Chun usually checks, how the hell did you hear?"
JaeJoong laughed "YooChun doesn't tend to check under the windows, it's our new hiding spot for when we hear an argument is coming."
Watching JunSu's reaction to him being sneaky and finding his way around YooChun's little people-watch was absolutely hysterical.
"Un-fucking-believable" JunSu thought, shaking his head "So that's how you heard. And what's this we? Who's we? Did ChangMin come up with this?"
JaeJoong shook his head "Minnie wasn't even in the building... it was SeungRi's idea. Oh, and by the way, he, HyunJoong, SeungHyun, Boa, HeeChul, TaeGoon, and I all think you should say sorry. That Trailer Park comment was a low blow"
"What, do you abduct EVERY SINGLE OF YOUR FRIENDS every time there's a fight in the lounge room? Jesus Effin' Christ, hyung!" JunSu paced back and forth, thinking to himself.
"Oh, I forgot YooHwan, YooHwan was there too, so eight and he thinks you should apologise too"
JunSu glared at him, not so much menacingly, but that glare he gets every time he's about to say something sarcastic. "I'm glad everyone could come to a unanimous decision on that one. Hey! Just for shits and giggles, let's ask Minnie, and YunHo-hyung, and JunHo, SNSD, and SuJu, and hell, let's even ask BigBang and SS501 what THEY think I should do about me and YooChun's personal and very much none-of-your business fight and see if they agree too! Hell let's call up everyone we know and take a poll!"
JaeJoong couldn't hold back laughter, he was actually starting to cry he was laughing so hard.
"Minnie thinks you were a big fat jerk, JunHo said you should apologise because that was downright mean, YunHo and I have a bet going on that you two will be mad at each other all week, but he thinks you should apologise too, SuJu, well, mostly ShiWon told me not to disrupt, but he thinks you should apologise, SNSD said they thought the trailer park thing was a pretty low blow and they were surprised YooChun didn't hit you, BigBang said this is why 'this' relationships don't work, but you should still apologise, and SS501 said that if you don't apologise by the end of tomorrow you have to eat a slice of their low-fat, low-carb strawberry rhubarb pie"
JunSu couldn't believe his ears. His mouth just hung open as he stood there, not knowing what he could, or really should say. By the time his brain scrambled for something all he could manage to say was "Oh my GOD, you really did take a poll!"
JaeJoong smiled, wiped his eyes and gave JunSu a hug. "I'd go upstairs and get to apologizing. I hear that low-fat, low-carb strawberry rhubarb pie is also low-taste"
JunSu looked back toward his apartment building and gulped. Apologizing to someone who is really, really mad is easier said than done.
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JunSu slowly walked up the stairs toward his apartment. His feet felt heavy, there was a knot in his stomach, and he felt like he was going to cry. Not only did he have the worst fight in the history of awful fights with someone he really loved, but JaeJoong rounded up everyone he could possibly find and put his life on display. It was humiliating. He eased into the apartment quietly and looked around.
"Well, so far so good" He thought. "I stepped in the door and I did not immediately die. That was better than I think I expected"
He looked around a little more and took in all the sights of the living room. Guilt washed over him as he saw the huge mess the house was in. The couch was pitiful, sticky, covered in random spots and held together by duct tape. You couldn't even see the floor because of all the dirty clothes, all of them JunSu's, tossed all over the place. And yeah, his underwear had sat in the living room floor so long, that he picked up a pair and they were actually stiff. Bottle pyramids were everywhere, you couldn't see the coffee table for all the pizza boxes... he felt bad.
He had been told several times that his housekeeping was gross by JaeJoong, but that was JaeJoong, so he didn't really worry about it.
But actually taking the time to see his apartment was a different story. He really had no idea that he was that disgusting. Everywhere he looked there was filth. And knowing YooChun, he would probably locked himself in the bedroom, only one thing was going to make all of this better, and that was to clean up the mess he'd made. He gulped. It was a good thing he had tomorrow off because the disaster area known as his apartment was going to take all day and probably all night to clean.
He started in the living room, dragging all his dirty clothes to the utility room and starting the washer. Usually this is the point where he'd give up, but he was determined not to live like this anymore. If it couldn't work for YooChun, then it could no longer work for him... that seemed fair. This was his apology to YooChun and it couldn't be put off any longer...well, maybe the bathroom could, because it wasn't as gross as the rest of the house... but not the living room. Or the Kitchen... or the utility room...
JunSu found himself rationalizing on whether or not he really wanted to clean out the utility room... or the bathroom, or do anything else to the kitchen except the dishes. Halfway through just the living room alone and he was already wanting to give up. He needed help. This cleaning thing was not a one-man project. Especially when that man isn't really motivated in the first place and is trying to cut corners. He fished his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed the first number that came to mind.
"Kim JunSu, it is...what the fuck time is it? It is 2 A.M. I have just gotten to sleep fifteen minutes ago. I am very TIRED, very cranky, very not in the mood to talk to someone. What on God's green Earth do you want from me?"
ChangMin's phone etiquette left something to be desired, but JunSu could understand. ChangMin wasn't really that nice when he was well-rested and fully awake, so it just seemed logical that he'd be a complete and total ass when he was forced out of sleep after a long day.
"Uh, Minnie, JunSu-hyung, I'm sure you already knew that cause uh, you called me JunSu...and uh... I know you're really tired but since we're such good pals and all, do you think you could help me clean up my apartment?"
ChangMin could practically hear that goofy grin through the phone. He wanted to walk to YooSu's apartment, burst open the door, and choke him. He wanted to throttle him with every last ounce of energy he had until his hyung could be throttled no more, but he was tired.
"Let me get this straight... you woke me out of a very good, very nice, very supermodel-filled dream... to ask me to clean up your filthy, disgusting, biohazard of an apartment? Are you out of your mind, hyung? If it were not illegal or at the very least if I was one hundred percent certain I would not get caught, I would choke every last ounce of life out of you"
JunSu couldn't help himself. ChangMin had set him up SO perfectly, and besides, he was just too cute to say no to. YooChun could never tell him no, JaeJoong could never tell him no, not even, well yeah, YunHo told him no a lot of times. Now was the time to work his magic.
"So, does that mean you'll help?"
ChangMin sat up and started beating his phone against the dresser, punctuating each word with hard contact sure to pierce JunSu's ears. If he couldn't choke him, he was going to at least yell at him.
"No- That- Does- Not- Mean- I- Will- Help- You-Little- Stupid- Piece- of - ! STOP CALLING ME!"
He chunked his cordless, unplugged the phone from the wall and pulled the covers up over his head. His cell was still on, but he absolutely, positively refused to take another call from Kim JunSu.
JunSu sat on the couch and tossed his cell phone onto the coffee table, finally cleared of pizza boxes, but still covered in crumbs. He muttered "asshole" to himself and put his feet up. He was just about to drift off to a decent nap when he heard his apartment door open and someone come inside.
It was JaeJoong. Armed with a bucket, a mop, a vaccuum cleaner, a broom and dustpan, every cleaning supply you could possibly find, a Rug Doctor, a surgical mask, and several layers of rubber gloves on, he entered the living room cautiously.
"Hey... I think you need some help. Get off your ass, or I'm leaving you to do this by yourself" He smiled...at least JunSu thought he did. His eyes crinkled up in the corners, but that's about all JunSu could see of his face.
"Hyung, my apartment isn't gross enough to need a surgical mask...why do you have that ridiculous thing on?" He figured he could carry on a conversation and clean at the same time. He picked up bottles and started stuffing them into trash bags.
"Your apartment IS disgusting enough for a surgical mask. JunSu, something could be living in this big pile of trash and you'd never even know it! Where's Chunface?" JaeJoong started scrubbing the walls with bleach. If being a mother figure of a boyband ever taught him anything, it was that nothing was ever REALLY clean. Especially in this house.
"He's locked himself in the bedroom. I figured while he was passed out, since he has the rest of the week off, I could clean and then that'd fix everything"
The living room was starting to look halfway decent. Time flew by a lot faster when he had someone to talk to and someone to help... it also didn't hurt that JaeJoong was cleaning as fast as he possibly could. JunSu smiled and figured it was because he was always too grossed out to come inside, and now that he was actually in here, he had to make it clean as fast as possible or he'd be too freaked out to stay...or something like that.
JaeJoong shook his head, sweeping the carpet before even attempting to run the vaccuum.
"I don't think that'll work, JunSu. As sweet as this is, I think YooChun's feelings are still going to be a little hurt by the fact that you used a personal attack against him. You know, when you love someone you're really not supposed to do that. But I guess, when you love someone you're also supposed to forgive them, so that makes sense, I guess. I don't know. I'm rambling, I guess my point was, although this is a vast improvement toward your health and safety, I doubt it'll fix everything. It may help a little but it -"
JunSu had to cut him off. His hyung was starting to talk without really making his point and when that happened he could go on for hours without really SAYING anything "I get it hyung, I get it"
Six hours later, five bottles of bleach later, four bandaids later (because he fell on the steak knife he forgot he left in the floor and hurt his knee), three different JaeJoong ramblings, two people over to help (JunHo came earlier, but mysteriously could only stay for an hour), and one tired JunSu later, the apartment, from the living room to the bathroom, kitchen and utility room was clean.
He was tired, he didn't want to fight anymore. JunSu took off his clothes and actually put them in the hamper before crawling into bed with YooChun. He curled up into YooChun's bare chest, and passed out immediately.
YooChun awoke to the smell of bleach, sweat and laundry detergent. JunSu must have been cleaning. It still didn't fix anything. He sat up on the edge of the bed and decided to think for a little while before JunSu woke up.
"Why does it always take me yelling at him to get him to do ANYTHING for me? Yeah he cleaned up the apartment big deal, but if I hadn't made a scene, our house would still be filthy. And that still doesn't make up for that little twerp calling me trailer trash" His thoughts were interrupted by soft touches to the small of his back. He felt JunSu stretch out in the bed and softly call out for him.
"Baby?" JunSu wouldn't have woken up, but he got cold. The warmth of YooChun's chest against his face kept him nice and toasty all day long, but whenever YooChun rolled onto his side or got out of bed altogether, JunSu woke up instantly. "It's cold, baby"
YooChun couldn't help but sneer a little. Now he wanted to call him baby. Now he wanted to be nice. Being catty right here, right now was what YooChun really wanted to do. JunSu started this fight and he intended to finish it.
"I see you've cleaned up that filthy mess you call a house. Good thing too, after a nice dinner I was going to go back to my roots, just like you suggested and toss all your crap out of here"
JunSu was hurt. He really didn't think YooChun would still be mad about it after he had a good rest AND after JunSu, JaeJoong and for an hour, JunHo, cleaned this house from top to bottom. "Look Chunnie, I'm sorry. Can't you be mad in the morning about this? Look whatever I said to piss you off, I'll take back what I said. But... don't leave me alone. Please?"
YooChun got up and stormed to the door angrily. "I appreciate you cleaning up everything. That just makes it easier for ME to sleep on the couch"
Tears ran down JunSu's face as he just sat there in bed, dumbfounded at what just happened.
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JunSu, after a good cry, got out of bed and shuffled into the living room. YooChun wasn't asleep, he was however pouting angrily on the couch. JunSu didn't know whether he should sit or stand, but judging by YooChun's face, standing seemed like a good idea. He had YooChun's CD case in hand and he slowly walked over to the CD player next to the TV.
"Chunnie... I know you're mad at me but ... at least hear me out" YooChun's steely gaze met JunSu's soft, warm brown eyes. Eyes full of not only love but sadness. "I know I've hurt you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. I really didn't. Dance with me Chunnie"
YooChun's gaze of anger turned quickly to one of confusion. "JunSu, I appreciate the fact that you're trying to say sorry to me, and just to let you know, babe, I forgive ya, but what do you mean dance?"
JunSu smiled shyly and wrapped his arms around YooChun's waist, pulling him up off the couch.
"I really want to make it up to you... and I think I've found the perfect way to do that. Dance with me baby" He held on tight to YooChun's waist and gazed up at him with love in his big brown eyes. Eyes that YooChun never could resist.
YooChun pressed his forehead against JunSu's and kissed his love's soft, supple lips. He couldn't help but smile. JunSu was annoying as hell when he wanted to be, but he was also a hopeless romantic. JunSu reached behind him and pushed play.
The soft acoustic guitar music filled the room. Ah. Babyface.
JunSu gently pulled YooChun's ear down close to his mouth and began to sing. JunSu wasn't particularly good in English, but YooChun didn't care. JunSu was love. JunSu was perfection. JunSu was everything and his voice still rival a choir of angels.
Sometimes we wish for the better
When we have it good as it gets
Sometimes the grass isn't greener
soon as we find out, we forget
Sometimes the fool doesn't know he's a fool
Sometimes a dog he don't know he's a dog
Sometimes I do stupid things to you
When I really don't mean it all
Sometimes a man
Is gonna be a man
It's not an excuse
It's just how it is
Sometimes the wrong
Don't know that they're wrong
Sometimes the strong
Ain't always so strong
YooChun couldn't help but smile. He secretly played this song on his iPod everytime him and JunSu had a fight. He thought of the way JunSu's face felt against his chest, how whenever he moved away, JunSu would wake up and complain about being cold, and then he thought of what JunSu said this evening. YooChun felt a little guilty, being mean to JunSu like that. But his baby was in his arms now, all was right with the world, and the apartment was clean. YooChun gently kissed JunSu's shoulder as the younger continued to sing softly in his ear.
Sometimes I wish I was smarter
Wish I was a bit more like you
Not making stupid decisions made at the last minute
You live to regret when it's through
JunSu smiled a little as he sang into YooChun's ear. He and YooChun were dancing in their clean living room, sneaking in little kisses here and there, holding each other like they never wanted to let go. JunSu felt the warmth of YooChun's arms around him, and although he was getting sleepy, he never wanted YooChun to let him go.
Sometimes the fool doesn't know he's a fool
Sometimes a dog he don't know he's a dog
Sometimes I do stupid things to you
When I really didn't mean it at all, at all
Sometimes a man
Is gonna be a man
It's not an excuse
It's just how it is
Sometimes the wrong
Don't know that they're wrong
Sometimes the strong
Ain't always so strong
JunSu never did get to finish his song. Halfway through the fourth "sometimes" he passed out in YooChun's arms. YooChun smiled, picked up his gorgeous boyfriend and layed him down in their bed. He layed down next to JunSu and pulled him into his chest. All was forgiven and forgotten, the house was clean, JunSu was in his arms and snuggled up into his skin as always, and YooChun had never felt better.
JunSu smiled and snuggled closer. He was tired, but he was happy, warm, on good terms with YooChun, and he didn't have to eat that disgusting low-calorie, low-whatever else it was pie that HyunJoong tricked YooChun into eating once. He opened one eye and saw JaeJoong standing outside their window, giving him the thumbs up, but he was too happy to be ticked off at him for being nosy again. Everything was too perfect to ruin.
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