Life is like a movie [part 7]
Title : Life is like a movie. [part 7]
Characters/pairing : ChanSu
Rating : PG-13
Word count: 1500
Author's note: this is a pretty late update, please bear with me because I have loads of stuff to do for my uni =/
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3|| Part 4 || Part 5|| Part 6
Chansung was rejoycing, his studies were going pretty well, but for some students it was a true hell hole. Junsu was one of them. He would bump into Chansung accidentally, not being able to concentrate his thoughts even to call him a monkey. The more Chansung looked at Junsu, the more he looked less of a human being. There was a rumour going that this year's exam was going to be held in front of some famous designers, so design faculty was going crazy. There was this other rumour that they might choose a student for their company, so the competition was even more fierce.
It seemed like Junsu didn't care about his own image, as his clothing consisted of black sweatpants and black tank top. Even though it was almost winter, he'd walk like this around the campus, ignoring looks of other people. Not to mention his hair was like a bird nest.
Chansung couldn't take this anymore, so for the past few days he has been hunting Junsu with a sweater in his hands. Sometimes he'd succeed to dress him up, sometimes Junsu wouldn't even focus his sight on the younger male. Junsu was almost like a banshee, loads of clothing material in his hands, needles in his mouth (well, a box of needles, he had some common sense left, even if it was minimum), colourful threads in his hair.
Some leaves were hitting Chan's window, the wind picked up its speed today. It was dark, street lights already on. Chansung was reading something about public speech, listening to Taec's giggling (he was on his laptop, obviously reading something he shouldn't) when someone knocked on their door.
“Channie, open the door.”
“Why? You're closer.”
“I have a laptop on my chest. I'm busy.”
“You're lazy, moron.” Chansung stood up pouting and heard someone knocking again, this time it sounded louder. He opened the door and saw Junsu, in his black wife beater and black sweatpanst of course. His hair had more of green threads though. “You have threads in your hair. Are you aware of that?”
“Who cares about that shit, I'm in trouble.” Junsu pushed Chansung inside the room, groping his body, he didn't notice Taecyeon, who had his full attention to them.
“Hey, Junsu, what's up with the intimacy? I'm here, you know.” Taec giggled, covering his mouth like a snobish girl.
“Oh, hi. No, I need him.” Junsu didn't even glance at the giant.
Chansung was pleased to hear this, but he got the idea it wasn't what he was thinking about. “For what?”
“My main model got a fuckin' appendicitis this evening. He's in surgery room right now. That means my model won't be able to come to the exam, which is tomorrow at 9AM. He has a similar body built as Chansung, but I need to change everything, because Chansung is not him and he's not Chansung.” Junsu was touching the younger boy's biceps, analyzing the muscle structure. “You have to come with me otherwise I'm a dead meat.”
He didn't have to think much, it was obvious Chansung's answer had to be positive. “Sure, but would you like to ask me if I had a lecture tomorrow morning or something like that? It would be nice.”
“It would be nice if you'd just do as I say, because I have no time. And your lecture is irrelevant.”
Chansung frowned, Junsu was all serious business. “I have none, just so you know.”
“Yeah yeah.” Junsu took Chansung by the hand and dragged him out of the room, ignoring whatever kinky look Taecyeon was giving them.
It felt quite nice to be lead by the banshee Junsu, who had his thoughts concentrated on his assignment. Chansung squeezed his hand tighter, when Junsu opened the door to his room. It was even messier than before, obviously because of the upcomming exam. “Where's Jay?”
“With his girlfriend, having some fun at her place. She adores the tattoo though.” He snorted, reaching for the ruler for body measuring. Junsu widened his eyes, when he saw Chansung removing his shirt. “What are you doing?”
“Undressing, obviously.”
“For what?”
“For measuring.”
“I can do that without you undressing.” Junsu had a suspicious look on his face.
“Oh, well. I'll just keep my pants on then.” Chansung smiled, throwing his shirt on the floor. “Is it my sweater on your bed?” He noticed a familiar piece of clothing.
Junsu came closer to him, beginning the measuring process from Chan's neck. “Yeah.” He wrote down the number.
“Did you feel warm with it?”
“I don't know. Straighten your shoulders.” Junsu came behind him, touching the skin.
“How come you don't feel cold, walking only in a wife beater and sweatpants.”
“I don't feel the tempreture, when I'm thinking about something else, especially something important.”
“Wow.” Chansung was amazed, it was probably one of Junsu's strange traits Jay had mentioned earlier. Junsu's fingers were brushing against his spine, finally reaching his hips. Chansung gulped a bucket of saliva, it felt like teasing even though Junsu didn't intend to do that, probably.
Junsu came back in front of his friend, noticing a slight frown on his face. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing, it's just the way you touch me is...”
“It's how I touch my models. Nothing unusual.” Junsu sighed, circling his arms around Chan's chest, measuring it.
Chansung was supposed to keep his arms up, but suddenly they hung on Junsu's broad shoulders. Junsu looked up, getting the ruler lower on his waist. “Your arms are heavy.”
“Your fingers are light.”
“Have you been watching a really stupid drama or something?” Junsu looked down, taking the tiny notebook and writing down the size of Chan's waist.
“No, I'm deprived of watching movies with you.” He noticed Junsu smiling, circling his ruler around the new found model's hips.
“My nightmare ends tomorrow. We will go to the cinema soon. Now get your arms off my shoulders.” Junsu looked up once again, staring at Chansung. The reflection of lighting was playing in his dark orbs, it looked beautiful and hypnotising.
“Kiss me.”
“Huh?” Junsu snorted.
“Kiss me or I will kiss you.” Chansung's face got closer to Junsu's.
“I won't kiss you. I'm busy.” Junsu looked down, his grasp tightening on the notebook.
“Just once, please. I'll let you work without me interfering with your job.” Chansung whined, his palms brushing against the back of Junsu's head.
“You're blackmailing me!” Junsu's voice became high-pitched, but he didn't turn away, he was staring right into Chansung's eyes.
“Your model wants a really simple reward.” Chansung pressed his lips to Junsu's, tilting his head slightly, feeling the soft flesh against his own. The kiss was slow, Chansung was enjoying it as it was his only chance to do so, Junsu was kissing him back, sucking onto his lips gently, hands touching the younger male's abs softly.
Chansung wanted to taste Junsu's mouth with his tongue, but he never got to do it as Junsu pushed him away gently, his breath a bit deeper than a few minutes before. “That's it. Now do as I say and don't pull anything funny on me tonight, because I'm going to shave your head if something goes wrong. I'm dead serious.”
“Okay.” Chansung smiled, acting all obediently.
Junsu was woken up by an alarm clock, his head on the table. Chansung was in Jay's bed, sleeping with his legs all over the place. Junsu rubbed his eyes, noticing it's only an hour left till the exam. His mucles tensed at the thought of going there and presenting his piece of work. Even if it was stupid, he was prayign there would be some women judging his desing, because they'd definitely give him higher points for his model Chansung, who had really astonishing looks even in his own perspective.
He stood up and marched to Chansung, poking the latter's cheek monotonously, till he opened his eyes. “Is it the time already?” He mumbled, catching Junsu's finger, pressing his palm against cheek. “Mmmm...wanna sleep...”
“Yah, wake up.” He pulled his hand away.
“Okay.” Chansung frowned, going to wash his face.
Junsu dressed up properly this time, finally returning to his stylish-self (Chansung picked out the colourful threads, while Junsu was measuring his thighs yesterday). They got all of their stuff they needed and met two female models, which were supposed to wear Junsu's creations.
The board of examiners consisted of two men and two women. Junsu sighed, hoping it's his lucky day. Chansung whispered some final encouragement words and they left the dressing room.
Later that night, Chansung was greatly surprised. And not because of Junsu getting a high score on his exam.
Characters/pairing : ChanSu
Rating : PG-13
Word count: 1500
Author's note: this is a pretty late update, please bear with me because I have loads of stuff to do for my uni =/
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3|| Part 4 || Part 5|| Part 6
Chansung was rejoycing, his studies were going pretty well, but for some students it was a true hell hole. Junsu was one of them. He would bump into Chansung accidentally, not being able to concentrate his thoughts even to call him a monkey. The more Chansung looked at Junsu, the more he looked less of a human being. There was a rumour going that this year's exam was going to be held in front of some famous designers, so design faculty was going crazy. There was this other rumour that they might choose a student for their company, so the competition was even more fierce.
It seemed like Junsu didn't care about his own image, as his clothing consisted of black sweatpants and black tank top. Even though it was almost winter, he'd walk like this around the campus, ignoring looks of other people. Not to mention his hair was like a bird nest.
Chansung couldn't take this anymore, so for the past few days he has been hunting Junsu with a sweater in his hands. Sometimes he'd succeed to dress him up, sometimes Junsu wouldn't even focus his sight on the younger male. Junsu was almost like a banshee, loads of clothing material in his hands, needles in his mouth (well, a box of needles, he had some common sense left, even if it was minimum), colourful threads in his hair.
Some leaves were hitting Chan's window, the wind picked up its speed today. It was dark, street lights already on. Chansung was reading something about public speech, listening to Taec's giggling (he was on his laptop, obviously reading something he shouldn't) when someone knocked on their door.
“Channie, open the door.”
“Why? You're closer.”
“I have a laptop on my chest. I'm busy.”
“You're lazy, moron.” Chansung stood up pouting and heard someone knocking again, this time it sounded louder. He opened the door and saw Junsu, in his black wife beater and black sweatpanst of course. His hair had more of green threads though. “You have threads in your hair. Are you aware of that?”
“Who cares about that shit, I'm in trouble.” Junsu pushed Chansung inside the room, groping his body, he didn't notice Taecyeon, who had his full attention to them.
“Hey, Junsu, what's up with the intimacy? I'm here, you know.” Taec giggled, covering his mouth like a snobish girl.
“Oh, hi. No, I need him.” Junsu didn't even glance at the giant.
Chansung was pleased to hear this, but he got the idea it wasn't what he was thinking about. “For what?”
“My main model got a fuckin' appendicitis this evening. He's in surgery room right now. That means my model won't be able to come to the exam, which is tomorrow at 9AM. He has a similar body built as Chansung, but I need to change everything, because Chansung is not him and he's not Chansung.” Junsu was touching the younger boy's biceps, analyzing the muscle structure. “You have to come with me otherwise I'm a dead meat.”
He didn't have to think much, it was obvious Chansung's answer had to be positive. “Sure, but would you like to ask me if I had a lecture tomorrow morning or something like that? It would be nice.”
“It would be nice if you'd just do as I say, because I have no time. And your lecture is irrelevant.”
Chansung frowned, Junsu was all serious business. “I have none, just so you know.”
“Yeah yeah.” Junsu took Chansung by the hand and dragged him out of the room, ignoring whatever kinky look Taecyeon was giving them.
It felt quite nice to be lead by the banshee Junsu, who had his thoughts concentrated on his assignment. Chansung squeezed his hand tighter, when Junsu opened the door to his room. It was even messier than before, obviously because of the upcomming exam. “Where's Jay?”
“With his girlfriend, having some fun at her place. She adores the tattoo though.” He snorted, reaching for the ruler for body measuring. Junsu widened his eyes, when he saw Chansung removing his shirt. “What are you doing?”
“Undressing, obviously.”
“For what?”
“For measuring.”
“I can do that without you undressing.” Junsu had a suspicious look on his face.
“Oh, well. I'll just keep my pants on then.” Chansung smiled, throwing his shirt on the floor. “Is it my sweater on your bed?” He noticed a familiar piece of clothing.
Junsu came closer to him, beginning the measuring process from Chan's neck. “Yeah.” He wrote down the number.
“Did you feel warm with it?”
“I don't know. Straighten your shoulders.” Junsu came behind him, touching the skin.
“How come you don't feel cold, walking only in a wife beater and sweatpants.”
“I don't feel the tempreture, when I'm thinking about something else, especially something important.”
“Wow.” Chansung was amazed, it was probably one of Junsu's strange traits Jay had mentioned earlier. Junsu's fingers were brushing against his spine, finally reaching his hips. Chansung gulped a bucket of saliva, it felt like teasing even though Junsu didn't intend to do that, probably.
Junsu came back in front of his friend, noticing a slight frown on his face. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing, it's just the way you touch me is...”
“It's how I touch my models. Nothing unusual.” Junsu sighed, circling his arms around Chan's chest, measuring it.
Chansung was supposed to keep his arms up, but suddenly they hung on Junsu's broad shoulders. Junsu looked up, getting the ruler lower on his waist. “Your arms are heavy.”
“Your fingers are light.”
“Have you been watching a really stupid drama or something?” Junsu looked down, taking the tiny notebook and writing down the size of Chan's waist.
“No, I'm deprived of watching movies with you.” He noticed Junsu smiling, circling his ruler around the new found model's hips.
“My nightmare ends tomorrow. We will go to the cinema soon. Now get your arms off my shoulders.” Junsu looked up once again, staring at Chansung. The reflection of lighting was playing in his dark orbs, it looked beautiful and hypnotising.
“Kiss me.”
“Huh?” Junsu snorted.
“Kiss me or I will kiss you.” Chansung's face got closer to Junsu's.
“I won't kiss you. I'm busy.” Junsu looked down, his grasp tightening on the notebook.
“Just once, please. I'll let you work without me interfering with your job.” Chansung whined, his palms brushing against the back of Junsu's head.
“You're blackmailing me!” Junsu's voice became high-pitched, but he didn't turn away, he was staring right into Chansung's eyes.
“Your model wants a really simple reward.” Chansung pressed his lips to Junsu's, tilting his head slightly, feeling the soft flesh against his own. The kiss was slow, Chansung was enjoying it as it was his only chance to do so, Junsu was kissing him back, sucking onto his lips gently, hands touching the younger male's abs softly.
Chansung wanted to taste Junsu's mouth with his tongue, but he never got to do it as Junsu pushed him away gently, his breath a bit deeper than a few minutes before. “That's it. Now do as I say and don't pull anything funny on me tonight, because I'm going to shave your head if something goes wrong. I'm dead serious.”
“Okay.” Chansung smiled, acting all obediently.
Junsu was woken up by an alarm clock, his head on the table. Chansung was in Jay's bed, sleeping with his legs all over the place. Junsu rubbed his eyes, noticing it's only an hour left till the exam. His mucles tensed at the thought of going there and presenting his piece of work. Even if it was stupid, he was prayign there would be some women judging his desing, because they'd definitely give him higher points for his model Chansung, who had really astonishing looks even in his own perspective.
He stood up and marched to Chansung, poking the latter's cheek monotonously, till he opened his eyes. “Is it the time already?” He mumbled, catching Junsu's finger, pressing his palm against cheek. “Mmmm...wanna sleep...”
“Yah, wake up.” He pulled his hand away.
“Okay.” Chansung frowned, going to wash his face.
Junsu dressed up properly this time, finally returning to his stylish-self (Chansung picked out the colourful threads, while Junsu was measuring his thighs yesterday). They got all of their stuff they needed and met two female models, which were supposed to wear Junsu's creations.
The board of examiners consisted of two men and two women. Junsu sighed, hoping it's his lucky day. Chansung whispered some final encouragement words and they left the dressing room.
Later that night, Chansung was greatly surprised. And not because of Junsu getting a high score on his exam.