P.S. (Porn Stars) [1]
Title: P.S. [Porn Stars]
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I don't own a DBSK porn DVD...but I wish I did T.T
Length: [1/?]
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: comedy, romance, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: On film, Yoochun blows. In reality, he's in love.
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P.S. Always Tease
The bubbles tickled Yoochun's belly and combed through his hair. His underwater world was a warm, muffled whirr of the jets blasting bubbles into the jacuzzi. Yoochun bobbed his head up and down.
He dipped low once more and returned to the surface, licking his wet lips and refilling his lungs. Changmin groaned.
Yoochun groped around underwater, searching between Changmin's legs, taking his time as his fingernails grazed against the other's bare thigh. Once he found what he was looking for, still stiff from his mouth's ministrations, Changmin gave a short, quiet gasp and locked eyes with Yoochun. The eldest gripped Changmin's stiff cock firmly and stroked it at a steady pace, watching his hand blur through the hot, rushing, bubbling whirl of water.
"Come here." Changmin's eyes were heavy lidded and his voice marked with gravel.
A tiny smirk. "What's the magic word?"
"Now."
Roughly, Changmin grabbed Yoochun by his face forced him into a kiss, wet and sloppy, while water from Yoochun's hair dripped on Changmin's cheeks. One of Changmin's hands disappeared underwater and reappeared around the swell of Yoochun's ass, squeezing and pulling him closer.
Once Yoochun was straddling Changmin's thighs, the youngest broke the kiss and leaned back, looking up at him with an impish grin.
"Do it now, whore."
Without a word, Yoochun kissed a trail across the other's jawline and nibbled his neck til he traveled back to Changmin's sweet spot: behind his ear. He kissed and sucked and bit his earlobe til a bit of Changmin's aggressive edge melted away and was replaced with something more needy and compliant. Too easy.
Yoochun found Changmin's cock and positioned himself over the tip, rubbing his hole against the tip. Once Changmin gave a tortured groan, Yoochun began his descent, nibbling harder at Changmin's neck and ear as the tip slowly breached him.
Together, two breathed a frustrated sigh as Yoochun's entrance gave way to Changmin's throbbing member and clenched tightly around the the bulb of the tip. With a swirl of his hips, Yoochun lowered himself at an agonizingly slow pace, breath caught as Changmin stretched him as he went deeper.
Impatient, Changmin grabbed Yoochun's hips and forced him down til the eldest was fully seated in his lap. He grinned.
He jerked Yoochun up by his hips and brought him down hard. He repeated til Yoochun threw his head back, mouth open, screaming airlessly and saying nothing. Soon, he set a steady pace with short, brisk thrusts. Warm water splashed at their chests and soothed Yoochun's skin as Changmin's fingernails left angry, red crescents around his hips.
"Changmin." Yoochun hissed a warning. Changmin wrapped one hand around Yoochun's fully submerged erection, pumping with little to no rhythm.
Breath quickening, Yoochun picked up the pace, ass meeting the base of Changmin's cock faster, with growing desperation. A bundle of tension spiraled just below Yoochun's belly button and slowly began to expand. And if the heated look in Changmin's darkened, pupil blown eyes said anything, it meant he was just as close, if not closer.
Yoochun bounced once, thrice and buried himself in Changmin's lap. A bloom of warmth oozed around his inner walls. Yoochun shuddered. Changmin belittled him in a string of silent, nonsensical curses exhaled into Yoochun's neck. His hand pumped til he pulled the cum from Yoochun's cock and the water between them clouded.
Out of breath, they locked eyes. Yoochun raked his fingers through Changmin's wet hair. He watched his bruised lips. Dipped in closer.
"Cut."
The blinking red light on the camera went dark. "Great job, guys."
Changmin grinned up at the cameraman hovering over the hot tub. "You, too, Teukie~"
"Don't call me that."
Changmin cackled while Yoochun freed himself from his limp cock.
"Someone get him oxygen." The director called distractedly, barking orders at swarming staff members who had become a flurry of life, moving around lights, mics and props after the scene had ended.
Yoochun tapped the shoulder of the third man in the jacuzzi, still fully submerged and the only one fully clothed in swim trunks and a tank top and a water-proof camera. "Get up, Sungmin. You can stop filming my ass now."
Sungmin resurfaced, sputtering. "I'm starving."
"You can grab lunch with me and Changmin." Yoochun was already back on dry land with a towel around his waist and a smaller one on his head.
"Can't. I'm filming the next scene. Also, you blurted out Changmin's real name earlier. We're gonna have to edit that out later."
Yoochun shrugged. "Sorry."
"Was I that good, Yoochun?" Changmin snickered.
Yoochun shoved him with his foot. "No lunch for you."
"Can't eat now anyway. Sungmin's filming me in the next scene." Changmin swung his feet off the edge of the jacuzzi. Yoochun wondered why he didn't go ahead and cover himself up. Sungmin struggled to get out of the hot tub with grace.
"Oh yeah. I'll see you tonight, then."
Changmin stood up, hands casually placed on his hips. He was 1,000% naked and seemed to have no notion of the fact. "Yeah, about that, Chun--"
The director came with the wind and snatched the towel off Yoochun's head. "Where's my assistant? Dammit, find Jonghyun." And he disappeared grumbling.
Yoochun stared. "Was he talking to me?"
"Doubt it." Changmin snorted. "It's Onew Condition. Ignore it."
Onew reappeared behind Changmin. Glaring. "Get dressed."
"Don't wanna." Changmin went to find the stylist anyway.
"Where's Jonghyun?" The director barked at a tiny young woman who was scurrying by carrying a mountain of props piled so high in her arms, Yoochun doubted she could see who was talking to her.
"He's out sick, sir."
"Why?"
"Um--"
"Doesn't matter. Where's my butter?"
"We're out, sir."
"Tell Jonghyun to go get it."
"He's not here, sir..."
"Well, why are you standing here? YOU go get it."
"But I'm--"
And he disappeared grumbling.
Yoochun didn't laugh because it would seem like he was laughing at her expense. "I'll get it. I've got nothing else to do."
He couldn't see her face behind the props but Yoochun imaged she was relieved. "Thanks."
His brow winkled. "Are those...?"
"Yes." She was probably nodding.
"For the next scene?"
"Yes."
Yoochun examined the many dildos, vibrators and packages of cock rings, all of assorted colors, flavors and sizes clutched in the woman's arms. A 12-inch, bright green, double-ended specimen escaped from the woman's grip and tumbled to the ground. Upon impact, it turned on and trembled violently toward the hot tub. "Hope Changmin has fun."
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Land O' Lakes or I Can't Believe It's Not Butter?
Wait. Why did the next scene require butter?
"Whatever." Yoochun reached for the cheapest brand of butter at the supermarket and spun on his heels for the cash register. He successfully collided head on with a shopping cart passing by at that exact moment.
The butter slipped from his hand just as a jar of peanut butter rolled off the full cart and both toppled to the ground with a clatter. Coincidentally, the tops of both items popped off and rolled in opposite directions out of sight while yellow and brown oozed from their containers onto the floor. And Yoochun's shoe.
"I'm so sorry!" Yoochun saw the man's hands flailing first before he noticed a face. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Yoochun grimaced at his Nikes. "But..."
The other stopped flailing long enough to stare horrified at Yoochun's ruined shoes. "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, really. I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Neither was I. And you're the one that's..."
"...Sticky?"
The man chuckled. Then sucked in air so fast, it was audible and stared at Yoochun wide-eyed. "I'm not laughing at your expense."
Yoochun smiled. "I get it."
"Funny situation..."
"It is."
"Not so much for you..."
They paused. An old lady hobbled by with a cane and a box of Wheaties.
Yoochun thinks he laughed first but he could be wrong. And the other man's laugh just makes Yoochun laugh harder and then the other man laughs even harder and they're pretty much a mess from there.
"This is stupid." The other man snorted from behind his hand, his other hand clutching his stomach.
Yoochun found his voice but the previous series of guffaws made it higher than usual, much to Yoochun's dismay. "That's why it's funny."
"Seriously, though. I'll pay for your shoes."
"They're Nikes."
"And that's buttered peanut butter covering the check mark."
"It's totally fine. I wanted some Converses anyway." Yoochun rubbed a yellowy-brown smear on the tiled floor.
But the man was insistent and his eyes nearly made Yoochun cave. "I'll buy you Converses, then."
"I can't accept that."
"I'll make it up to you somehow."
"Don't worry about it. It's cool."
"I could show you a good time."
Yoochun raised an eyebrow.
It took the other a moment to realize his verbal blip and his spine went rigid. "Oh my gosh, no. I meant a party."
Yoochun's other eyebrow joined its counterpart.
The stranger ran a flustered hand through his hair. The way he puffed up his face to exhale a strained breath of air nearly made Yoochun want to start laughing all over again. "'Kay, so, I'm throwing a party tonight-- Well, not me, really. It's for my friend. He's throwing it. Hence the junk food and beer." He gestured at the overflowing cart behind him. "And he recruited me--more like enslaved and ordered me to buy the food and invite whoever I knew. So since all my friends are his friends and he's already invited them, I've already failed on one of my tasks but now I know you and I kind of owe you even though you wouldn't be able to wear those shoes to the party, so..."
Yoochun laughed. "Well, thanks for the invite. But won't it be awkward?"
The other blinked. "Why? Don't you have other shoes to wear?"
Yoochun stifled another laugh. If he started this time, he definitely wouldn't be able to stop. "No, I mean your friend. He doesn't know me. Neither do you, actually."
"Ah." He waved dismissively. "He won't notice. Everyone's coming to the party. Everyone."
"I take it he's popular."
The other grinned mischievously. "He likes to think so. So will I see you there?"
Yoochun considered saying yes just to make him smile and maybe they could laugh like lunatics again. "Nah, I've already got plans."
The man pouted. Yes, pouted. "And I really wanted to invite somebody."
"Sorry I let you down. It would've been weird with me there, anyway."
"No, I bet it would've been fun." And he grinned brilliantly.
Yoochun lost track of how much time he'd spent awkwardly staring at a perfect stranger's smile but the echoes of Onew's pissy voice brought him back to reality. "Well, I should get going. But thanks for the invite."
Yoochun grabbed a new container of butter and just as he turned carefully on his good shoe to head for the cash register without busting his ass on the way, he felt a hand on his arm. "No, wait! I'll give you the address. In case you change your mind. I won't let Hyukjae down."
The man checked his pockets but he didn't seem satisfied with what he found. And with a hugely suspicious turn of his head to the left and right to see if the coast was clear, the man took a pack of pens off the shelf across the aisle and opened it carefully, snagging a pen inside.
He then took another shifty look left and right and took the cup of butter from Yoochun's hand and opened it. Yoochun watched him scrawl the address on the inside of the top, flip it back over and seal the cup again, eyes twinkling.
"You're naughty, aren't you?" Yoochun grinned.
"Only a little." The other replaced the pen inside its package and put it back on the shelf. "In return for your secrecy, I won't tell anyone this spill is your fault."
"This was your fault, too."
"There were no witnesses." The man said slyly.
"Well, good luck with your party." Yoochun began to turn away, admittedly with a bit of reluctance.
"Thanks." The other returned to his cart of 10% junk food, 90% beer and began to wheel away, with a quick wave good bye to Yoochun.
Clutching the small tub of butter that would certainly not be used for reasons this man thought it would be used for, which also had a random stranger's address written on the inside with an illegally borrowed pen, Yoochun wondered what Changmin would say if he invited him to check out this party after the midnight premiere of that movie Yoochun had begged him to see tonight. He'd probably call Yoochun lonely and flick popcorn at him.
Parties weren't really Yoochun's scene anyway. Still, it might've been nice to talk with him again about something other than buttered peanut butter and Nikes...
Yoochun spun back around, nearly spiraling through the buttered peanut butter remnants on his shoe and almost landing himself flat on his face. "Wait! I'm Park Yoochun."
The other stopped and turned, a bit startled but smiled anyway. "Kim Junsu."
Yoochun didn't notice it but he hummed Kim Junsu over and over with the radio on the way back to the set.
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"WHAT took you so long?" Onew spat.
"I--"
"This is why Jonghyun is my assistant and not you."
"Why, of course--"
"Luckily we improvised. The props girl is minimally more competent than you and was able to run out and get a gallon of orange juice in the time it took you to bring back this small ass thing of butter."
"Orange juice?"
"Now go get your make up done NOW!"
"The hot tub was my last scene today."
"Well, get off my set!"
"Have a nice day, Onew."
"You, too."
Two
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I don't own a DBSK porn DVD...but I wish I did T.T
Length: [1/?]
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: comedy, romance, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: On film, Yoochun blows. In reality, he's in love.
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P.S. Always Tease
The bubbles tickled Yoochun's belly and combed through his hair. His underwater world was a warm, muffled whirr of the jets blasting bubbles into the jacuzzi. Yoochun bobbed his head up and down.
He dipped low once more and returned to the surface, licking his wet lips and refilling his lungs. Changmin groaned.
Yoochun groped around underwater, searching between Changmin's legs, taking his time as his fingernails grazed against the other's bare thigh. Once he found what he was looking for, still stiff from his mouth's ministrations, Changmin gave a short, quiet gasp and locked eyes with Yoochun. The eldest gripped Changmin's stiff cock firmly and stroked it at a steady pace, watching his hand blur through the hot, rushing, bubbling whirl of water.
"Come here." Changmin's eyes were heavy lidded and his voice marked with gravel.
A tiny smirk. "What's the magic word?"
"Now."
Roughly, Changmin grabbed Yoochun by his face forced him into a kiss, wet and sloppy, while water from Yoochun's hair dripped on Changmin's cheeks. One of Changmin's hands disappeared underwater and reappeared around the swell of Yoochun's ass, squeezing and pulling him closer.
Once Yoochun was straddling Changmin's thighs, the youngest broke the kiss and leaned back, looking up at him with an impish grin.
"Do it now, whore."
Without a word, Yoochun kissed a trail across the other's jawline and nibbled his neck til he traveled back to Changmin's sweet spot: behind his ear. He kissed and sucked and bit his earlobe til a bit of Changmin's aggressive edge melted away and was replaced with something more needy and compliant. Too easy.
Yoochun found Changmin's cock and positioned himself over the tip, rubbing his hole against the tip. Once Changmin gave a tortured groan, Yoochun began his descent, nibbling harder at Changmin's neck and ear as the tip slowly breached him.
Together, two breathed a frustrated sigh as Yoochun's entrance gave way to Changmin's throbbing member and clenched tightly around the the bulb of the tip. With a swirl of his hips, Yoochun lowered himself at an agonizingly slow pace, breath caught as Changmin stretched him as he went deeper.
Impatient, Changmin grabbed Yoochun's hips and forced him down til the eldest was fully seated in his lap. He grinned.
He jerked Yoochun up by his hips and brought him down hard. He repeated til Yoochun threw his head back, mouth open, screaming airlessly and saying nothing. Soon, he set a steady pace with short, brisk thrusts. Warm water splashed at their chests and soothed Yoochun's skin as Changmin's fingernails left angry, red crescents around his hips.
"Changmin." Yoochun hissed a warning. Changmin wrapped one hand around Yoochun's fully submerged erection, pumping with little to no rhythm.
Breath quickening, Yoochun picked up the pace, ass meeting the base of Changmin's cock faster, with growing desperation. A bundle of tension spiraled just below Yoochun's belly button and slowly began to expand. And if the heated look in Changmin's darkened, pupil blown eyes said anything, it meant he was just as close, if not closer.
Yoochun bounced once, thrice and buried himself in Changmin's lap. A bloom of warmth oozed around his inner walls. Yoochun shuddered. Changmin belittled him in a string of silent, nonsensical curses exhaled into Yoochun's neck. His hand pumped til he pulled the cum from Yoochun's cock and the water between them clouded.
Out of breath, they locked eyes. Yoochun raked his fingers through Changmin's wet hair. He watched his bruised lips. Dipped in closer.
"Cut."
The blinking red light on the camera went dark. "Great job, guys."
Changmin grinned up at the cameraman hovering over the hot tub. "You, too, Teukie~"
"Don't call me that."
Changmin cackled while Yoochun freed himself from his limp cock.
"Someone get him oxygen." The director called distractedly, barking orders at swarming staff members who had become a flurry of life, moving around lights, mics and props after the scene had ended.
Yoochun tapped the shoulder of the third man in the jacuzzi, still fully submerged and the only one fully clothed in swim trunks and a tank top and a water-proof camera. "Get up, Sungmin. You can stop filming my ass now."
Sungmin resurfaced, sputtering. "I'm starving."
"You can grab lunch with me and Changmin." Yoochun was already back on dry land with a towel around his waist and a smaller one on his head.
"Can't. I'm filming the next scene. Also, you blurted out Changmin's real name earlier. We're gonna have to edit that out later."
Yoochun shrugged. "Sorry."
"Was I that good, Yoochun?" Changmin snickered.
Yoochun shoved him with his foot. "No lunch for you."
"Can't eat now anyway. Sungmin's filming me in the next scene." Changmin swung his feet off the edge of the jacuzzi. Yoochun wondered why he didn't go ahead and cover himself up. Sungmin struggled to get out of the hot tub with grace.
"Oh yeah. I'll see you tonight, then."
Changmin stood up, hands casually placed on his hips. He was 1,000% naked and seemed to have no notion of the fact. "Yeah, about that, Chun--"
The director came with the wind and snatched the towel off Yoochun's head. "Where's my assistant? Dammit, find Jonghyun." And he disappeared grumbling.
Yoochun stared. "Was he talking to me?"
"Doubt it." Changmin snorted. "It's Onew Condition. Ignore it."
Onew reappeared behind Changmin. Glaring. "Get dressed."
"Don't wanna." Changmin went to find the stylist anyway.
"Where's Jonghyun?" The director barked at a tiny young woman who was scurrying by carrying a mountain of props piled so high in her arms, Yoochun doubted she could see who was talking to her.
"He's out sick, sir."
"Why?"
"Um--"
"Doesn't matter. Where's my butter?"
"We're out, sir."
"Tell Jonghyun to go get it."
"He's not here, sir..."
"Well, why are you standing here? YOU go get it."
"But I'm--"
And he disappeared grumbling.
Yoochun didn't laugh because it would seem like he was laughing at her expense. "I'll get it. I've got nothing else to do."
He couldn't see her face behind the props but Yoochun imaged she was relieved. "Thanks."
His brow winkled. "Are those...?"
"Yes." She was probably nodding.
"For the next scene?"
"Yes."
Yoochun examined the many dildos, vibrators and packages of cock rings, all of assorted colors, flavors and sizes clutched in the woman's arms. A 12-inch, bright green, double-ended specimen escaped from the woman's grip and tumbled to the ground. Upon impact, it turned on and trembled violently toward the hot tub. "Hope Changmin has fun."
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Land O' Lakes or I Can't Believe It's Not Butter?
Wait. Why did the next scene require butter?
"Whatever." Yoochun reached for the cheapest brand of butter at the supermarket and spun on his heels for the cash register. He successfully collided head on with a shopping cart passing by at that exact moment.
The butter slipped from his hand just as a jar of peanut butter rolled off the full cart and both toppled to the ground with a clatter. Coincidentally, the tops of both items popped off and rolled in opposite directions out of sight while yellow and brown oozed from their containers onto the floor. And Yoochun's shoe.
"I'm so sorry!" Yoochun saw the man's hands flailing first before he noticed a face. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Yoochun grimaced at his Nikes. "But..."
The other stopped flailing long enough to stare horrified at Yoochun's ruined shoes. "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, really. I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Neither was I. And you're the one that's..."
"...Sticky?"
The man chuckled. Then sucked in air so fast, it was audible and stared at Yoochun wide-eyed. "I'm not laughing at your expense."
Yoochun smiled. "I get it."
"Funny situation..."
"It is."
"Not so much for you..."
They paused. An old lady hobbled by with a cane and a box of Wheaties.
Yoochun thinks he laughed first but he could be wrong. And the other man's laugh just makes Yoochun laugh harder and then the other man laughs even harder and they're pretty much a mess from there.
"This is stupid." The other man snorted from behind his hand, his other hand clutching his stomach.
Yoochun found his voice but the previous series of guffaws made it higher than usual, much to Yoochun's dismay. "That's why it's funny."
"Seriously, though. I'll pay for your shoes."
"They're Nikes."
"And that's buttered peanut butter covering the check mark."
"It's totally fine. I wanted some Converses anyway." Yoochun rubbed a yellowy-brown smear on the tiled floor.
But the man was insistent and his eyes nearly made Yoochun cave. "I'll buy you Converses, then."
"I can't accept that."
"I'll make it up to you somehow."
"Don't worry about it. It's cool."
"I could show you a good time."
Yoochun raised an eyebrow.
It took the other a moment to realize his verbal blip and his spine went rigid. "Oh my gosh, no. I meant a party."
Yoochun's other eyebrow joined its counterpart.
The stranger ran a flustered hand through his hair. The way he puffed up his face to exhale a strained breath of air nearly made Yoochun want to start laughing all over again. "'Kay, so, I'm throwing a party tonight-- Well, not me, really. It's for my friend. He's throwing it. Hence the junk food and beer." He gestured at the overflowing cart behind him. "And he recruited me--more like enslaved and ordered me to buy the food and invite whoever I knew. So since all my friends are his friends and he's already invited them, I've already failed on one of my tasks but now I know you and I kind of owe you even though you wouldn't be able to wear those shoes to the party, so..."
Yoochun laughed. "Well, thanks for the invite. But won't it be awkward?"
The other blinked. "Why? Don't you have other shoes to wear?"
Yoochun stifled another laugh. If he started this time, he definitely wouldn't be able to stop. "No, I mean your friend. He doesn't know me. Neither do you, actually."
"Ah." He waved dismissively. "He won't notice. Everyone's coming to the party. Everyone."
"I take it he's popular."
The other grinned mischievously. "He likes to think so. So will I see you there?"
Yoochun considered saying yes just to make him smile and maybe they could laugh like lunatics again. "Nah, I've already got plans."
The man pouted. Yes, pouted. "And I really wanted to invite somebody."
"Sorry I let you down. It would've been weird with me there, anyway."
"No, I bet it would've been fun." And he grinned brilliantly.
Yoochun lost track of how much time he'd spent awkwardly staring at a perfect stranger's smile but the echoes of Onew's pissy voice brought him back to reality. "Well, I should get going. But thanks for the invite."
Yoochun grabbed a new container of butter and just as he turned carefully on his good shoe to head for the cash register without busting his ass on the way, he felt a hand on his arm. "No, wait! I'll give you the address. In case you change your mind. I won't let Hyukjae down."
The man checked his pockets but he didn't seem satisfied with what he found. And with a hugely suspicious turn of his head to the left and right to see if the coast was clear, the man took a pack of pens off the shelf across the aisle and opened it carefully, snagging a pen inside.
He then took another shifty look left and right and took the cup of butter from Yoochun's hand and opened it. Yoochun watched him scrawl the address on the inside of the top, flip it back over and seal the cup again, eyes twinkling.
"You're naughty, aren't you?" Yoochun grinned.
"Only a little." The other replaced the pen inside its package and put it back on the shelf. "In return for your secrecy, I won't tell anyone this spill is your fault."
"This was your fault, too."
"There were no witnesses." The man said slyly.
"Well, good luck with your party." Yoochun began to turn away, admittedly with a bit of reluctance.
"Thanks." The other returned to his cart of 10% junk food, 90% beer and began to wheel away, with a quick wave good bye to Yoochun.
Clutching the small tub of butter that would certainly not be used for reasons this man thought it would be used for, which also had a random stranger's address written on the inside with an illegally borrowed pen, Yoochun wondered what Changmin would say if he invited him to check out this party after the midnight premiere of that movie Yoochun had begged him to see tonight. He'd probably call Yoochun lonely and flick popcorn at him.
Parties weren't really Yoochun's scene anyway. Still, it might've been nice to talk with him again about something other than buttered peanut butter and Nikes...
Yoochun spun back around, nearly spiraling through the buttered peanut butter remnants on his shoe and almost landing himself flat on his face. "Wait! I'm Park Yoochun."
The other stopped and turned, a bit startled but smiled anyway. "Kim Junsu."
Yoochun didn't notice it but he hummed Kim Junsu over and over with the radio on the way back to the set.
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"WHAT took you so long?" Onew spat.
"I--"
"This is why Jonghyun is my assistant and not you."
"Why, of course--"
"Luckily we improvised. The props girl is minimally more competent than you and was able to run out and get a gallon of orange juice in the time it took you to bring back this small ass thing of butter."
"Orange juice?"
"Now go get your make up done NOW!"
"The hot tub was my last scene today."
"Well, get off my set!"
"Have a nice day, Onew."
"You, too."
Two
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New fic! >:D
To my new readers: Hi! :D *waves*
To my old readers: *hides* ._. I know it's been a while and I know I have issues...but we can still love each other, right? :'D
*cough* dbkrackweens
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