2 a.m.
2 a.m.
Yoochun//Junsu ©
PG ; Romance//AU
It's two in the morning and all Junsu wants is someone to talk to...
For
utsukushii_dake on her birthday//Valentine's Day (^^ 'cause I love you) and for my Penduck, swallowtt, because I won't be able to post her promised fic until a month from now (at the earliest)
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Kim Junsu had hated him, that much he knew - or at least that was what he had thought he had known once upon a time.
He really did not know what had started their hatred for each other, but he figured it was around the time they came to the high school. Maybe it was their social classes. Maybe it was the fact that (and he admitted to this) he was an asshole. Whatever the reason, Park Yoochun just knew that the matter would probably never resolve. They would hate each other for the rest of their lives, built on reasons that neither knew (would never know).
So, Yoochun had never expected to be woken up by his cell phone ringing at two in the morning, the other teenager’s name flashing on his screen. Junsu had never called him before - he did not even remember how or why he had the teenager’s number.
He flipped open his cell and greeted the other groggily, “Hello, why the hell are you calling me at this hour?”
He was answered with sobs from the boy, and he sat up in his bed, immediately awake and worried at the soft cries on the other line, trying to make out what the boy was saying.
“Where are you at?” he asked instead, giving up with trying to make sense of the incoherent blubbering that Junsu was emitting. He stumbled out of his bed, tiptoeing down the stairs, avoiding waking up his mother and brother, and grabbed his coat--not really caring that he was wearing nothing but loose pajama bottoms and no top.
All he could make out was that Junsu was at his house, somewhere around it, because the street names were blotchy and other words did not make sense. But he knew where Junsu lived, guiltily thinking back on the time during Junsu’s freshmen year when he and his friends egged the younger’s house.
Worried - a sensation that Yoochun found odd because he had never associated it with someone outside his family - the male sped toward the other’s house, mind conjuring all worst case scenarios which only increased his concern (and the speed at which he drove).
He parked his car to the side, stopping a block away from the boy’s house, and stepped out of the car, thankful that he had thought to where a jacket now, his skin raising due to the chilly breeze that swept by. Yoochun walked further, hands rubbing up and down on his arms, spotting a figure huddled up on the sidewalk, covering his ears to the screaming raging within the house behind him.
So that was why Junsu was crying.
“Hey,” he said to the shaking boy on the ground, nudging Junsu’s side with his foot, gaining the boy’s attention.
Junsu looked up, wiping away the tears that still remained with his jacket sleeve, leaving smudges of red across his face where the sleeve rubbed the skin too harshly. “You actually came?”
“I’m not that heartless,” Yoochun muttered sitting down next to Junsu on the cold sidewalk, their knees and elbows barely brushing against one another. “You woke me up, you were crying, it’s a little past 2 a.m., I cannot go back to sleep, and I am sure you don’t want to go home.”
Junsu remained quiet, but the fighting inside his house raged on, glass shattering in the background, and Yoochun kept his eyes on the gray road in front of him. It was cold, the sky was cloudy, and there was a high chance of rain. It was the makings of a horrible day - a bad omen to the two teenagers.
“I bet this gives you even more of a reason to make fun of me,” Junsu mumbled, raking a hand through his short brown hair, the fingers tugging out the tiny tangles here and there.
Yoochun snorted and rolled his eyes. “Like I said, I’m not the bastard that you make me out to be.” He glanced sideways to the boy beside him. “Why do you hate me?”
“I never said that I hated you,” Junsu whispered, afraid to speak any louder. “You just never gave me a reason to like you.”
Yoochun bumped shoulders with the other and teased - trying to lighten up the gloomy mood, never being one for tension, “Well, you must like me a lot to call me over in the middle of the night, interrupting my beauty sleep.”
Junsu scoffed and retorted, “Please. You were the last person I called.”
“Well, at least I came. That has to give me some points in your book, right?”
The brunette rolled his eyes but did not continue the conversation, wincing every time the yelling in his house escalated any higher.
“So,” Yoochun drawled, leaning back on his hands, looking up at the sky, “where’s your brother?”
“Junho got tired of the fighting, slammed the door, and left,” Junsu mumbled, wrapping his arms around his knees, resting his chin on top of them. “I did, too, but I didn’t have anywhere to go. I just wanted someone here with me… to talk to.” Then he looked down, his shoes dirty from mud and grass, worn out from his soccer games and not able to afford a new pair. He wondered what Yoochun thought of him sometimes, the older teen having everything he ever wanted. “But you can go if you want to. I’m sorry for waking you.”
“My parents divorced when my brother and I were younger.”
Junsu was not expecting that. “What?”
“One day, they just stopped lying to each other to make him and I happy. We came home from school a week after the fighting started, and Dad’s gone, moved out and he didn’t say goodbye.” Yoochun sighed, wishing he had a cigarette at this moment, needing to release some stress. Too bad his mom had found his stash and threw it all out, worried about his asthma and thinking that smoking would kill him. “Sometimes I hate them for it. I probably shouldn’t, though, since I am more than likely the reason why he left.”
“Don’t say that!” Junsu snapped, startling them both. “You’re perfect. You’re funny, charming, good-looking, can have every girl or guy in our school, you’re top of your class. God, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Yoochun chuckled, sitting straight again, a smug smile splayed across his lips, as he queried, “Are you coming on to me, Kim Junsu?”
He watched, amused, as Junsu started squeaking, his face flushed (due to anger or embarrassment, Yoochun was not sure), and then the boy stated, “You just ruined the mood! And I was actually beginning to believe that you’re an okay guy.”
“Hey, it’s okay if you were hitting on me, Junsu. I’d let you, you’re cute.”
Park Yoochun, sexy heartthrob of their school, the cool guy, the passionate one, the player, just called him cute… Junsu hid his face in his hands and mumbled, “You’re disgusting.”
“You want me.” He winked.
Junsu blanched, causing Yoochun to pout, and then they were both laughing at themselves. For a moment, they were just Park Yoochun and Kim Junsu, two young idiots that were bantering at two in the morning because there was nothing better to do. Junsu then noticed what Yoochun was wearing. Nothing more than flannel pajama bottoms, dark blue in color, and a plain white jacket that was only zipped up halfway, showing off the other’s tanned chest.
“Aren’t you cold?” Junsu inquired, pointing at the other’s lack of clothes, and Yoochun rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a small grin on his face.
“Now that you mention it,” Yoochun said, shuffling around, bringing himself closer to Junsu’s warmth, “I am freezing my ass off.”
“You don’t have an ass to freeze, Chun,” Junsu stated matter-of-factly, ignoring the perverted grin on Yoochun’s face. “And, no, I do not stare at it.”
Yoochun wrapped an arm around the younger, drawing him closer, and said, “Well, not everyone has as lovely a figure as you do, babe.” He pinched the asset for added effect, Junsu trying to shove away, squeaking like a dolphin, and swatting at the laughing seventeen year old. “Oh, come on, I’m just playing around, Junsu… but you do have a nice ass.”
“Thank you.” Junsu said, his words muffled by Yoochun’s jacket, finally giving up and just laying against the other.
They were not friends, had never been friends, but this… this felt right. Like they had been close for all their lives, in synch with the other, joking and laughing, ignoring the world around them. Then the shouting increased in pitch, more things were broken inside the house, and Junsu was crying again, but this time he had someone there to hold on to.
“Shh, Su, it’s okay,” Yoochun murmured into the soft brown locks that were tucked underneath his mouth, placing a kiss atop the tresses, rubbing soothing circles on the other’s back. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Junsu pulled back a little, his eyes on Yoochun’s collarbones, looking at the chain of his necklace that slipped down into the other’s jacket. “I’m sorry for calling you out here. You should go. We have school tomorrow.”
“I don’t care, Junsu,” Yoochun breathed out, the sincerest he had been in quite some time about anything. “Clearly you want to talk, you called me at two in the morning, you need someone. So, stop fucking around and tell me, okay. I want to help you.”
Junsu rubbed his eyes with one hand, the other still clutching the back of the white coat Yoochun wore, knowing that he had soiled this article of clothing with his tears, and sighed. “The shop’s not doing so well. We’re losing money. They’ve been fighting for the past two weeks, and now… things are only getting worse.”
Yoochun’s eyes turned sympathetic, knowing what Junsu was going through to an extent, and said, “I’m sorry.”
It was not much, but he could not think of anything else to say. He never had been the best at comforting people.
Junsu smiled though, despite the tears, and whispered, “You know, you really weren’t the last person I called.”
“I wasn’t?”
Junsu shook his head, his smile growing wider. “No, you were the first.”
Yoochun chuckled, pulling Junsu into an embrace, crossing the line between friendly and comforting. Junsu laughed alongside him, the first time he had laughed like that in such a long time, the sound echoing throughout the rather quiet neighborhood. It was the first time that Yoochun realized that Junsu was rather beautiful when he smiled, even more so when he laughed. He wished he had noticed sooner.
He caught the other’s chin in his hands, gently tilting it upwards, their expressions sobering up from their previous humorous state. He found himself staring into the liquid eyes - a beautiful shade of brown, like milk chocolate - of the younger teen before him. Yoochun felt a true smile tug at his mouth, turn the corners upward, as Junsu’s panicked eyes searched his face for something.
Then Yoochun placed his lips on Junsu’s and everything around them just stopped. Junsu could swear he did not hear the screaming or the crying anymore.
The older one’s hand cupped the back of the younger’s head, drawing him closer, deepening the kiss. He had not intended for it to escalate any further than that simple peck, but when Junsu shifted to him, tiny fingers fisted in his jacket, and moaned softly, Yoochun could not help it.
When he pulled back, his lips tingling like they did after he tried to hum, Yoochun looked at the beauty before him. Plump lips red and kissable, brown hair tousled due to his hands and the cold wind that kept passing by, and cheeks pink from the weather and kissing a guy he had barely tolerated for a little over an hour.
“I… I,” Junsu started but found he could not say anything else, his throat dry and heart caught up inside somewhere, causing a lump to form.
Yoochun placed his forehead against his junior’s, smiling softly as he intertwined their fingers together in his lap. “Junsu? You said you didn’t have anywhere to go… Do you want to come to my house?” Junsu did not say anything but he did not protest when Yoochun lifted him up, their hands still locked. Yoochun tugged on the small hand in his and said, “Come on, let’s go home, Su.”
And then, for the first time that night - maybe in his whole life, Junsu truly felt loved.
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Author's Notes: So, it's a bit short, but... I felt it ended rather well actually~ It might be boring, I dunno... the idea has been buried amongst my other documents on my computer since the "high school fic contest" was announced... and, well, obviously this one never made it. So, I thought, why not write it now - and I did. Hope you like it~ Let me know what you think, please. Comments are always loved - especially this weekend, what with it being the loving time and all~ <3
Yoochun//Junsu ©
PG ; Romance//AU
It's two in the morning and all Junsu wants is someone to talk to...
For
utsukushii_dake on her birthday//Valentine's Day (^^ 'cause I love you) and for my Penduck, swallowtt, because I won't be able to post her promised fic until a month from now (at the earliest)
+
Kim Junsu had hated him, that much he knew - or at least that was what he had thought he had known once upon a time.
He really did not know what had started their hatred for each other, but he figured it was around the time they came to the high school. Maybe it was their social classes. Maybe it was the fact that (and he admitted to this) he was an asshole. Whatever the reason, Park Yoochun just knew that the matter would probably never resolve. They would hate each other for the rest of their lives, built on reasons that neither knew (would never know).
So, Yoochun had never expected to be woken up by his cell phone ringing at two in the morning, the other teenager’s name flashing on his screen. Junsu had never called him before - he did not even remember how or why he had the teenager’s number.
He flipped open his cell and greeted the other groggily, “Hello, why the hell are you calling me at this hour?”
He was answered with sobs from the boy, and he sat up in his bed, immediately awake and worried at the soft cries on the other line, trying to make out what the boy was saying.
“Where are you at?” he asked instead, giving up with trying to make sense of the incoherent blubbering that Junsu was emitting. He stumbled out of his bed, tiptoeing down the stairs, avoiding waking up his mother and brother, and grabbed his coat--not really caring that he was wearing nothing but loose pajama bottoms and no top.
All he could make out was that Junsu was at his house, somewhere around it, because the street names were blotchy and other words did not make sense. But he knew where Junsu lived, guiltily thinking back on the time during Junsu’s freshmen year when he and his friends egged the younger’s house.
Worried - a sensation that Yoochun found odd because he had never associated it with someone outside his family - the male sped toward the other’s house, mind conjuring all worst case scenarios which only increased his concern (and the speed at which he drove).
He parked his car to the side, stopping a block away from the boy’s house, and stepped out of the car, thankful that he had thought to where a jacket now, his skin raising due to the chilly breeze that swept by. Yoochun walked further, hands rubbing up and down on his arms, spotting a figure huddled up on the sidewalk, covering his ears to the screaming raging within the house behind him.
So that was why Junsu was crying.
“Hey,” he said to the shaking boy on the ground, nudging Junsu’s side with his foot, gaining the boy’s attention.
Junsu looked up, wiping away the tears that still remained with his jacket sleeve, leaving smudges of red across his face where the sleeve rubbed the skin too harshly. “You actually came?”
“I’m not that heartless,” Yoochun muttered sitting down next to Junsu on the cold sidewalk, their knees and elbows barely brushing against one another. “You woke me up, you were crying, it’s a little past 2 a.m., I cannot go back to sleep, and I am sure you don’t want to go home.”
Junsu remained quiet, but the fighting inside his house raged on, glass shattering in the background, and Yoochun kept his eyes on the gray road in front of him. It was cold, the sky was cloudy, and there was a high chance of rain. It was the makings of a horrible day - a bad omen to the two teenagers.
“I bet this gives you even more of a reason to make fun of me,” Junsu mumbled, raking a hand through his short brown hair, the fingers tugging out the tiny tangles here and there.
Yoochun snorted and rolled his eyes. “Like I said, I’m not the bastard that you make me out to be.” He glanced sideways to the boy beside him. “Why do you hate me?”
“I never said that I hated you,” Junsu whispered, afraid to speak any louder. “You just never gave me a reason to like you.”
Yoochun bumped shoulders with the other and teased - trying to lighten up the gloomy mood, never being one for tension, “Well, you must like me a lot to call me over in the middle of the night, interrupting my beauty sleep.”
Junsu scoffed and retorted, “Please. You were the last person I called.”
“Well, at least I came. That has to give me some points in your book, right?”
The brunette rolled his eyes but did not continue the conversation, wincing every time the yelling in his house escalated any higher.
“So,” Yoochun drawled, leaning back on his hands, looking up at the sky, “where’s your brother?”
“Junho got tired of the fighting, slammed the door, and left,” Junsu mumbled, wrapping his arms around his knees, resting his chin on top of them. “I did, too, but I didn’t have anywhere to go. I just wanted someone here with me… to talk to.” Then he looked down, his shoes dirty from mud and grass, worn out from his soccer games and not able to afford a new pair. He wondered what Yoochun thought of him sometimes, the older teen having everything he ever wanted. “But you can go if you want to. I’m sorry for waking you.”
“My parents divorced when my brother and I were younger.”
Junsu was not expecting that. “What?”
“One day, they just stopped lying to each other to make him and I happy. We came home from school a week after the fighting started, and Dad’s gone, moved out and he didn’t say goodbye.” Yoochun sighed, wishing he had a cigarette at this moment, needing to release some stress. Too bad his mom had found his stash and threw it all out, worried about his asthma and thinking that smoking would kill him. “Sometimes I hate them for it. I probably shouldn’t, though, since I am more than likely the reason why he left.”
“Don’t say that!” Junsu snapped, startling them both. “You’re perfect. You’re funny, charming, good-looking, can have every girl or guy in our school, you’re top of your class. God, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Yoochun chuckled, sitting straight again, a smug smile splayed across his lips, as he queried, “Are you coming on to me, Kim Junsu?”
He watched, amused, as Junsu started squeaking, his face flushed (due to anger or embarrassment, Yoochun was not sure), and then the boy stated, “You just ruined the mood! And I was actually beginning to believe that you’re an okay guy.”
“Hey, it’s okay if you were hitting on me, Junsu. I’d let you, you’re cute.”
Park Yoochun, sexy heartthrob of their school, the cool guy, the passionate one, the player, just called him cute… Junsu hid his face in his hands and mumbled, “You’re disgusting.”
“You want me.” He winked.
Junsu blanched, causing Yoochun to pout, and then they were both laughing at themselves. For a moment, they were just Park Yoochun and Kim Junsu, two young idiots that were bantering at two in the morning because there was nothing better to do. Junsu then noticed what Yoochun was wearing. Nothing more than flannel pajama bottoms, dark blue in color, and a plain white jacket that was only zipped up halfway, showing off the other’s tanned chest.
“Aren’t you cold?” Junsu inquired, pointing at the other’s lack of clothes, and Yoochun rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a small grin on his face.
“Now that you mention it,” Yoochun said, shuffling around, bringing himself closer to Junsu’s warmth, “I am freezing my ass off.”
“You don’t have an ass to freeze, Chun,” Junsu stated matter-of-factly, ignoring the perverted grin on Yoochun’s face. “And, no, I do not stare at it.”
Yoochun wrapped an arm around the younger, drawing him closer, and said, “Well, not everyone has as lovely a figure as you do, babe.” He pinched the asset for added effect, Junsu trying to shove away, squeaking like a dolphin, and swatting at the laughing seventeen year old. “Oh, come on, I’m just playing around, Junsu… but you do have a nice ass.”
“Thank you.” Junsu said, his words muffled by Yoochun’s jacket, finally giving up and just laying against the other.
They were not friends, had never been friends, but this… this felt right. Like they had been close for all their lives, in synch with the other, joking and laughing, ignoring the world around them. Then the shouting increased in pitch, more things were broken inside the house, and Junsu was crying again, but this time he had someone there to hold on to.
“Shh, Su, it’s okay,” Yoochun murmured into the soft brown locks that were tucked underneath his mouth, placing a kiss atop the tresses, rubbing soothing circles on the other’s back. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Junsu pulled back a little, his eyes on Yoochun’s collarbones, looking at the chain of his necklace that slipped down into the other’s jacket. “I’m sorry for calling you out here. You should go. We have school tomorrow.”
“I don’t care, Junsu,” Yoochun breathed out, the sincerest he had been in quite some time about anything. “Clearly you want to talk, you called me at two in the morning, you need someone. So, stop fucking around and tell me, okay. I want to help you.”
Junsu rubbed his eyes with one hand, the other still clutching the back of the white coat Yoochun wore, knowing that he had soiled this article of clothing with his tears, and sighed. “The shop’s not doing so well. We’re losing money. They’ve been fighting for the past two weeks, and now… things are only getting worse.”
Yoochun’s eyes turned sympathetic, knowing what Junsu was going through to an extent, and said, “I’m sorry.”
It was not much, but he could not think of anything else to say. He never had been the best at comforting people.
Junsu smiled though, despite the tears, and whispered, “You know, you really weren’t the last person I called.”
“I wasn’t?”
Junsu shook his head, his smile growing wider. “No, you were the first.”
Yoochun chuckled, pulling Junsu into an embrace, crossing the line between friendly and comforting. Junsu laughed alongside him, the first time he had laughed like that in such a long time, the sound echoing throughout the rather quiet neighborhood. It was the first time that Yoochun realized that Junsu was rather beautiful when he smiled, even more so when he laughed. He wished he had noticed sooner.
He caught the other’s chin in his hands, gently tilting it upwards, their expressions sobering up from their previous humorous state. He found himself staring into the liquid eyes - a beautiful shade of brown, like milk chocolate - of the younger teen before him. Yoochun felt a true smile tug at his mouth, turn the corners upward, as Junsu’s panicked eyes searched his face for something.
Then Yoochun placed his lips on Junsu’s and everything around them just stopped. Junsu could swear he did not hear the screaming or the crying anymore.
The older one’s hand cupped the back of the younger’s head, drawing him closer, deepening the kiss. He had not intended for it to escalate any further than that simple peck, but when Junsu shifted to him, tiny fingers fisted in his jacket, and moaned softly, Yoochun could not help it.
When he pulled back, his lips tingling like they did after he tried to hum, Yoochun looked at the beauty before him. Plump lips red and kissable, brown hair tousled due to his hands and the cold wind that kept passing by, and cheeks pink from the weather and kissing a guy he had barely tolerated for a little over an hour.
“I… I,” Junsu started but found he could not say anything else, his throat dry and heart caught up inside somewhere, causing a lump to form.
Yoochun placed his forehead against his junior’s, smiling softly as he intertwined their fingers together in his lap. “Junsu? You said you didn’t have anywhere to go… Do you want to come to my house?” Junsu did not say anything but he did not protest when Yoochun lifted him up, their hands still locked. Yoochun tugged on the small hand in his and said, “Come on, let’s go home, Su.”
And then, for the first time that night - maybe in his whole life, Junsu truly felt loved.
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Author's Notes: So, it's a bit short, but... I felt it ended rather well actually~ It might be boring, I dunno... the idea has been buried amongst my other documents on my computer since the "high school fic contest" was announced... and, well, obviously this one never made it. So, I thought, why not write it now - and I did. Hope you like it~ Let me know what you think, please. Comments are always loved - especially this weekend, what with it being the loving time and all~ <3