Life is like a movie [part 6]
Title : Life is like a movie. [part 6]
Characters/pairing : ChanSu
Rating : PG-13
Word count: sorry, can't tell because my ms office is dead.
Author's note: Today I was shocked, my ms office expired, so I had to use the horrible wordpad to finish this chapter >.> sorry for the mistakes that might occur. This chapter contains the explanation about Khun and Junho and something more...
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3|| Part 4 || Part 5
This time Mr. Jong was satisfied and even complimented Chansung. And yet, it wasn’t something that’d make him jump around in joy or give some of his food to Taecyeon. For the past few days Chansung wasn’t able to see Junsu. After the unbelievably unexpected (and really pleasurable) make out session there wasn’t a single time he’d meet him, even by an accident.
That night Nichkhun didn’t try to pull anything naughty on him, mainly because he was infuriated by Junsu’s words. As much as Chansung wanted to know what was all that about, he chose to keep his mouth shut tight and watch Nichkhun working on his essay, with a frown deeper than the well from The Ring. At that moment Chansung thought maybe he should buy Nichkhun a black long hair wig, it’d suit him.
Taecyeon noticed something was wrong, because living for a long time with one person you usually get the ability to feel one’s emotions. But Chansung didn’t want to share the dirty secret with his roomie. He just told Taec he should care about his own problems, like, how to repair the Okcat stabbed with an electric pole on Jay’s inner thigh. That made Taec to sit in a corner and gaze somewhere very far away beyond the wall.
“Maybe Jay could use an excuse, like, hey girl, can you see how long that electric pole is? I have something even longer…”
“Jesus Christ, Chansung, what the fuck have you been eating these days? Did you get into a wrong company?” He slapped his own forehead, staring at the younger male.
Taec didn’t know, but his remark was right on the spot. Hanging out with Khun definitely wasn’t what Chan’s mom would appreciate. “Sorry… I’m going out.”
Chansung didn’t believe in horoscopes and astrology, but this week was really unsuccessful that it made him come to one conclusion - Jupiter or Venus or any other huge shit must be covering his White Moon and now it has become a Black Moon. That’s right, some planets must be floating around and getting in his White Moon’s way.
He wasn’t really thinking much about where he was going, thoughts about celestial bodies overtook his mind and just when he hit some board, Chansung noticed his legs brought him to the cinema. “Well, maybe they’re showing something good.” He opened the door and went to check out the list, wondering if they’re showing anything related to solar system.
They didn’t, but The Phantom of the Opera looked quite interesting and a sad love story was tempting. Chansung bought the ticket, ignoring the fact he missed half an hour of it and came inside the hall. There were only a few people, admiring the musical with sparkling eyes. Chansung was about to take his seat, when he noticed Junsu’s profile in the back row. His chin was in his palm, eyes gazing at the screen.
Chansung was lost - go to him or leave everything and run away? But running away would be something like letting that fucker Jupiter to cover his White Moon. No, he didn’t want that, Chansung wanted to change the sequence of celestial bodies’ movement. He took a deep breath and tip-toed to his friend.
“Hey, can I sit here?” Junsu moved his eyeballs lazily to Chansung and straightened his back quickly.
“Sure…” He pressed his back to the chair, placing chin in the other hand, the one that wasn’t on Chan’s side.
The Phantom was dressed in red, threatening the owners of the Paris Opera House in front of the actors and singers, going slowly to Christine’s frozen figure. Chansung felt like he was the Phantom and Junsu was Christine. Oh man, how awkward it was to sit beside each other. Glancing at Junsu’s fingers was a mistake, Chansung felt his ears getting hot. “Um… Are you mad at me?” He couldn’t stand the lack of communication anymore.
“No. I’d like to kick Khun’s flat ass though.” Junsu snorted, brushing fingers through his bronze locks.
It was the time to ask the essential question. “What had happened between you and Khun?”
“Oh…” He cleared his throat, focusing his eyes on Chan’s face. “Shit happened. Well, it’s nothing really between both of us, it was more like between him and someone you don’t know.”
“That Junho person?”
“Good memory. Yeah.” He smiled. “Okay, I’ll tell you. I don’t want you to think Nichkhun laid his fingers or tongue on me.”
Chansung giggled. “That’s good to hear.” Junsu had this strange glint in his eyes for a second. It made the younger boy feel naked suddenly. “N-nevermind me, just tell the story.”
Junsu sighed, shaking his head. “I met Nichkhun last year at the entrance ceremony. He was less of a pervert than he is now. Anyway, we became buddies, because he liked my designs and, you know, he likes exceptional design clothing. So, I have been making some clothes for him for some time, when he noticed me walking with my other friend, Junho.” He took a sip of his coffee, staring at the screen. “I knew Nichkhun was gay, because he tried to kiss me once. I rejected him at that time and we kinda let it slide. Anyway, he really became obsessed with Junho and he wanted me to help him, but I refused. That was when things began getting worse, because I knew Junho broke up with his girlfriend recently, he was straight.”
“Did Nichkhun know this?”
“Yeah, I told him, that was the main reason I didn’t want to have anything to do with their relationship. Anyway, Khun was really stubborn, I’ve never seen a person stubborn like that. Somehow, that got to Junho. Khun's really pretty, you saw him. It wasn’t that hard for him to seduce a straight guy, but Junho was different. Maybe that was what attracted Khun to him, I don’t know. So, slowly but surely Junho began noticing Khun and I thought they were going to become a couple or something very soon, but there were rumours about our prince.”
“That he likes to make out with anyone, who comes to him with a request for homework?”
“Well, yeah. His dick is uncontrollable.” That made Chansung snort. “So, things were getting better with Junho and I have no idea what was going on in Khun’s head, but it was his mistake. Junho was my friend, I didn’t want him to get hurt, because I had this feeling Nichkhun would do that eventually, no matter how much he tried to prove his love for Junho. And it happened.” Junsu fell silent.
“What happened?” Chansung was anxious, that story was like a movie.
“One evening, me and Junho were going to go to a club and he said maybe we should invite Khun too. I said yes and we went to Khun’s room. I didn’t knock, because I thought he’d hear us talking behind the door, but I was wrong. So, when I opened the door we saw Khun and some random dude kissing and groping each other. You wouldn’t believe how wide Khun’s eyes went, when he saw Junho beside me. He pushed the boy away and tried to touch Junho, but he took a step back and spit on Khun’s face, saying, You should stay where it belongs to stay for a trash like you, don’t look for me ever again. Junho turned around and left the room, but like I said, Khun was too stubborn, he went after him. I don’t know what happened next, but the next day Junho left the dorm and found a place to live somewhere else. His faculty isn’t in this campus, it’s a bit further away, so Khun wasn’t able to meet him ever again. Not that I’d know about it.” Junsu sighed. “It’s been half a year already. Nichkhun is a different person now, he doesn’t care who comes to him for a favour. He’s really pitiful.”
“About what happened the other night…” Chansung saw Junsu’s eyes shifting from the screen to him.
“That’s why I was hesitating about taking you to him. Chansung, I didn’t want him to touch you. He’s so pitiful he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I don’t want him to pull you together with him…” Junsu was dead serious, his gaze locked onto Chan’s.
“Why?”
“Don’t ask me why.” Junsu turned his head away. It was a sign he wasn’t going to talk about this anymore. Chansung wanted to talk more though. His hand moved onto Junsu's wrist, making him to look at Chansung. He looked surprised. "What?"
"You know, I'm not regreting your choice." Junsu raised his eye brow in question. "To make out with me, that is."
"I think Khun polluted your mind..." Junsu was smiling nervously as Chansung's face got closer to his.
"Do you remember when I gave you a question in this hall?" Chansung was aware the conversation was going to the wrong way, but he couldn't stop himself anymore. It was too exciting.
"You give me a lot of stupid questions, dude. Which one was it, why do your clothes smell so good or do you believe in dinosaurs?"
"You know I'm not talking about this."
"Okay, you're scaring me now." Junsu tried to pull away, but the chair and Chan's grasp wouldn't let him.
"So, do you remember the question or not?" The younger male was smirking, his hands clutched tight on Junsu's wrists.
"Okay okay, I do. You asked me if I knew what would be really inapproriate."
"Do you know the answer?"
"No."
"Really?" Chansung was enjoying this game, seeing Junsu all flustered was too amusing. "I think you do. Tell me and I'll let go of your wrists."
"Dickhead. Okay, knowing you have been affected by Khun's poison I'd say kissing a male would be really inappropriate."
Chansung smiled before attacking Junsu's lips, hands palming his face. He felt Junsu's hands trying to push him away, but when Chansung bit on Junsu's lower lip and make him gasp, the younger male slid his tongue inside the shocked male's mouth skilfully. Junsu's resistance lost its power as Chansung kissed him dearly, tongue brushing against Junsu's, he was responding.
The lack of air made Chansung pull away, Junsu was panting inches apart from his face, eyes piercing him furiously. "Fucker, you told me you'd let go of me."
"I told you I'd let go of your wrists. Nothing else." He smirked.
"Fuckin smartass. I'm leaving." Junsu stood up just when the Phantom and Christine began singing The Point of no return. Chansung caught his wrist.
"Hey, don't be mad at me." He had all of his cuteness active on full power. "I'm not like Khun, I swear."
"You just like to play, huh?"
"No!" Chansung stood up, still holding onto Junsu's wrist. Maybe his excitement made him go too far this time.
"What do you want from me?" Junsu looked tired, as he rubbed his eyes.
"I...I don't know."
"Then tell me your answer when you know it, dumbass." Junsu pulled Chansung by his collar close to his face. "I won't let you pull a Nichkhun on me." He smirked and left Chansung standing alone.
The Phantom was lost, Christine left him. The music was full of sorrow and pain, reflecting Phantom's feelings, but it didn't affect Chansung as he was smiling to himself.
Chansung was lost. And curious. He definitely won't pull a Nichkhun on Junsu.
Characters/pairing : ChanSu
Rating : PG-13
Word count: sorry, can't tell because my ms office is dead.
Author's note: Today I was shocked, my ms office expired, so I had to use the horrible wordpad to finish this chapter >.> sorry for the mistakes that might occur. This chapter contains the explanation about Khun and Junho and something more...
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3|| Part 4 || Part 5
This time Mr. Jong was satisfied and even complimented Chansung. And yet, it wasn’t something that’d make him jump around in joy or give some of his food to Taecyeon. For the past few days Chansung wasn’t able to see Junsu. After the unbelievably unexpected (and really pleasurable) make out session there wasn’t a single time he’d meet him, even by an accident.
That night Nichkhun didn’t try to pull anything naughty on him, mainly because he was infuriated by Junsu’s words. As much as Chansung wanted to know what was all that about, he chose to keep his mouth shut tight and watch Nichkhun working on his essay, with a frown deeper than the well from The Ring. At that moment Chansung thought maybe he should buy Nichkhun a black long hair wig, it’d suit him.
Taecyeon noticed something was wrong, because living for a long time with one person you usually get the ability to feel one’s emotions. But Chansung didn’t want to share the dirty secret with his roomie. He just told Taec he should care about his own problems, like, how to repair the Okcat stabbed with an electric pole on Jay’s inner thigh. That made Taec to sit in a corner and gaze somewhere very far away beyond the wall.
“Maybe Jay could use an excuse, like, hey girl, can you see how long that electric pole is? I have something even longer…”
“Jesus Christ, Chansung, what the fuck have you been eating these days? Did you get into a wrong company?” He slapped his own forehead, staring at the younger male.
Taec didn’t know, but his remark was right on the spot. Hanging out with Khun definitely wasn’t what Chan’s mom would appreciate. “Sorry… I’m going out.”
Chansung didn’t believe in horoscopes and astrology, but this week was really unsuccessful that it made him come to one conclusion - Jupiter or Venus or any other huge shit must be covering his White Moon and now it has become a Black Moon. That’s right, some planets must be floating around and getting in his White Moon’s way.
He wasn’t really thinking much about where he was going, thoughts about celestial bodies overtook his mind and just when he hit some board, Chansung noticed his legs brought him to the cinema. “Well, maybe they’re showing something good.” He opened the door and went to check out the list, wondering if they’re showing anything related to solar system.
They didn’t, but The Phantom of the Opera looked quite interesting and a sad love story was tempting. Chansung bought the ticket, ignoring the fact he missed half an hour of it and came inside the hall. There were only a few people, admiring the musical with sparkling eyes. Chansung was about to take his seat, when he noticed Junsu’s profile in the back row. His chin was in his palm, eyes gazing at the screen.
Chansung was lost - go to him or leave everything and run away? But running away would be something like letting that fucker Jupiter to cover his White Moon. No, he didn’t want that, Chansung wanted to change the sequence of celestial bodies’ movement. He took a deep breath and tip-toed to his friend.
“Hey, can I sit here?” Junsu moved his eyeballs lazily to Chansung and straightened his back quickly.
“Sure…” He pressed his back to the chair, placing chin in the other hand, the one that wasn’t on Chan’s side.
The Phantom was dressed in red, threatening the owners of the Paris Opera House in front of the actors and singers, going slowly to Christine’s frozen figure. Chansung felt like he was the Phantom and Junsu was Christine. Oh man, how awkward it was to sit beside each other. Glancing at Junsu’s fingers was a mistake, Chansung felt his ears getting hot. “Um… Are you mad at me?” He couldn’t stand the lack of communication anymore.
“No. I’d like to kick Khun’s flat ass though.” Junsu snorted, brushing fingers through his bronze locks.
It was the time to ask the essential question. “What had happened between you and Khun?”
“Oh…” He cleared his throat, focusing his eyes on Chan’s face. “Shit happened. Well, it’s nothing really between both of us, it was more like between him and someone you don’t know.”
“That Junho person?”
“Good memory. Yeah.” He smiled. “Okay, I’ll tell you. I don’t want you to think Nichkhun laid his fingers or tongue on me.”
Chansung giggled. “That’s good to hear.” Junsu had this strange glint in his eyes for a second. It made the younger boy feel naked suddenly. “N-nevermind me, just tell the story.”
Junsu sighed, shaking his head. “I met Nichkhun last year at the entrance ceremony. He was less of a pervert than he is now. Anyway, we became buddies, because he liked my designs and, you know, he likes exceptional design clothing. So, I have been making some clothes for him for some time, when he noticed me walking with my other friend, Junho.” He took a sip of his coffee, staring at the screen. “I knew Nichkhun was gay, because he tried to kiss me once. I rejected him at that time and we kinda let it slide. Anyway, he really became obsessed with Junho and he wanted me to help him, but I refused. That was when things began getting worse, because I knew Junho broke up with his girlfriend recently, he was straight.”
“Did Nichkhun know this?”
“Yeah, I told him, that was the main reason I didn’t want to have anything to do with their relationship. Anyway, Khun was really stubborn, I’ve never seen a person stubborn like that. Somehow, that got to Junho. Khun's really pretty, you saw him. It wasn’t that hard for him to seduce a straight guy, but Junho was different. Maybe that was what attracted Khun to him, I don’t know. So, slowly but surely Junho began noticing Khun and I thought they were going to become a couple or something very soon, but there were rumours about our prince.”
“That he likes to make out with anyone, who comes to him with a request for homework?”
“Well, yeah. His dick is uncontrollable.” That made Chansung snort. “So, things were getting better with Junho and I have no idea what was going on in Khun’s head, but it was his mistake. Junho was my friend, I didn’t want him to get hurt, because I had this feeling Nichkhun would do that eventually, no matter how much he tried to prove his love for Junho. And it happened.” Junsu fell silent.
“What happened?” Chansung was anxious, that story was like a movie.
“One evening, me and Junho were going to go to a club and he said maybe we should invite Khun too. I said yes and we went to Khun’s room. I didn’t knock, because I thought he’d hear us talking behind the door, but I was wrong. So, when I opened the door we saw Khun and some random dude kissing and groping each other. You wouldn’t believe how wide Khun’s eyes went, when he saw Junho beside me. He pushed the boy away and tried to touch Junho, but he took a step back and spit on Khun’s face, saying, You should stay where it belongs to stay for a trash like you, don’t look for me ever again. Junho turned around and left the room, but like I said, Khun was too stubborn, he went after him. I don’t know what happened next, but the next day Junho left the dorm and found a place to live somewhere else. His faculty isn’t in this campus, it’s a bit further away, so Khun wasn’t able to meet him ever again. Not that I’d know about it.” Junsu sighed. “It’s been half a year already. Nichkhun is a different person now, he doesn’t care who comes to him for a favour. He’s really pitiful.”
“About what happened the other night…” Chansung saw Junsu’s eyes shifting from the screen to him.
“That’s why I was hesitating about taking you to him. Chansung, I didn’t want him to touch you. He’s so pitiful he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I don’t want him to pull you together with him…” Junsu was dead serious, his gaze locked onto Chan’s.
“Why?”
“Don’t ask me why.” Junsu turned his head away. It was a sign he wasn’t going to talk about this anymore. Chansung wanted to talk more though. His hand moved onto Junsu's wrist, making him to look at Chansung. He looked surprised. "What?"
"You know, I'm not regreting your choice." Junsu raised his eye brow in question. "To make out with me, that is."
"I think Khun polluted your mind..." Junsu was smiling nervously as Chansung's face got closer to his.
"Do you remember when I gave you a question in this hall?" Chansung was aware the conversation was going to the wrong way, but he couldn't stop himself anymore. It was too exciting.
"You give me a lot of stupid questions, dude. Which one was it, why do your clothes smell so good or do you believe in dinosaurs?"
"You know I'm not talking about this."
"Okay, you're scaring me now." Junsu tried to pull away, but the chair and Chan's grasp wouldn't let him.
"So, do you remember the question or not?" The younger male was smirking, his hands clutched tight on Junsu's wrists.
"Okay okay, I do. You asked me if I knew what would be really inapproriate."
"Do you know the answer?"
"No."
"Really?" Chansung was enjoying this game, seeing Junsu all flustered was too amusing. "I think you do. Tell me and I'll let go of your wrists."
"Dickhead. Okay, knowing you have been affected by Khun's poison I'd say kissing a male would be really inappropriate."
Chansung smiled before attacking Junsu's lips, hands palming his face. He felt Junsu's hands trying to push him away, but when Chansung bit on Junsu's lower lip and make him gasp, the younger male slid his tongue inside the shocked male's mouth skilfully. Junsu's resistance lost its power as Chansung kissed him dearly, tongue brushing against Junsu's, he was responding.
The lack of air made Chansung pull away, Junsu was panting inches apart from his face, eyes piercing him furiously. "Fucker, you told me you'd let go of me."
"I told you I'd let go of your wrists. Nothing else." He smirked.
"Fuckin smartass. I'm leaving." Junsu stood up just when the Phantom and Christine began singing The Point of no return. Chansung caught his wrist.
"Hey, don't be mad at me." He had all of his cuteness active on full power. "I'm not like Khun, I swear."
"You just like to play, huh?"
"No!" Chansung stood up, still holding onto Junsu's wrist. Maybe his excitement made him go too far this time.
"What do you want from me?" Junsu looked tired, as he rubbed his eyes.
"I...I don't know."
"Then tell me your answer when you know it, dumbass." Junsu pulled Chansung by his collar close to his face. "I won't let you pull a Nichkhun on me." He smirked and left Chansung standing alone.
The Phantom was lost, Christine left him. The music was full of sorrow and pain, reflecting Phantom's feelings, but it didn't affect Chansung as he was smiling to himself.
Chansung was lost. And curious. He definitely won't pull a Nichkhun on Junsu.