On the Other Side of You (7/?)
Title: On the Other Side of You, Chapter 7
Summary: Yunho and Jaejoong have lunch. With YooSu and Min. ^^;
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
It's only been, what, 200 years since I posted the last chapter?! #^_^# Sorry people! This was just THE frickin hardest thing to write ever... it just would NOT come out, seriously. It was written in the most fragmented way too, with patches of 5 lines here and there that I had to join up. So I also appologise, I fear this is the worst chapter yet. ^^;
…I’m sorry to say that this is going to get less and less funny (erm, if it is funny now that is!) and more… well, serious, as it gets on. I was trying to figure out a way for this not to happen, but unfortunately, the way the plot is swinging, it’s unavoidable. I hope you still enjoy it though. There are some more clues in this chapter and the next, but it might be likely you won’t see them unless you know what you’re looking for. ^^; Thanks for reading!
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"Is lasagna meant to move?” Junsu asked curiously. Yunho gave him a strange look.
“I thought we already had this talk Susu…” Yoochun said, as if to a child. Junsu pouted.
“I was only asking because yours is wobbling around strangely. I don’t think it wants to be eaten.” The smaller boy said, slightly petulant. Yoochun looked down at his lunch, slightly alarmed. The pasta was kind of… moving. A bit. Or maybe it was the table. Yeah, it had to be the table.
“Dude, why are you even attempting to eat that?” Yunho asked, eyeing the lasagna warily. “You know what everyone says about it.”
“That it’s an alien space monster come to take over earth?” Junsu put in, eyes wide open and sparkling. Yunho and Yoochun exchanged a look.
“Uhm. No.” Yunho said slowly, wondering at his best friend’s sanity once more in choosing such an obviously sanity-challenged boyfriend. “More along the lines that it’s about five years old and made with cat meat.” Yunho went on a little more hurriedly. He cracked open his can of coke and took a sip. All three young men eyed the wobbling piece of pasta.
Yoochun made a choking noise and shoved the plate away from him, slumping miserably in his seat, staring at the mound of maybe-cat meat.
“But I’m hungry.” He moaned pitifully. “And I’m not a scientist, but I’m pretty sure if it was five years old there would be like, green stuff on it.” He added a bit petulantly. Junsu laughed.
“They might have scraped it off!” He quipped, popping a chip into his mouth.
“Well how come you’re eating the hot chips from the cafeteria? Aren’t they similarly… green-stuff ridden then?!” Yoochun pointed out, scowling at said plate of chips. Junsu had already been fending him off since they sat down, and he’d as yet not managed to snatch one of the juicy bits of fried potato goodness.
“They’re chips.” Junsu returned with an air of superiority. “How can you stuff up chips?”
“He’s got you there.” Yunho agreed, nodding at Junsu’s logic. Yoochun kicked him under the table. “OW! You little beast…!” Yunho yelped, reaching across to whack Yoochun on the head, but Yoochun ducked away and it missed.
“Is that any way to treat your elders?” Yunho huffed, and Yoochun just smirked.
“Maybe elder, but certainly not wiser!” He teased, and Yunho made a mental note to give Yoochun a good noogie-ing when he least expected it.
He was drawn from his plots of vengeance though when he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye, and turned to look up at the other side of the cafeteria. There, standing at the end of the food line, was Jaejoong. Wearing a truly putrid orange colored jacket that did nothing for his complexion what so ever.
Not really thinking about what he was doing, Yunho stood up abruptly and yelled out across the room.
“Hey! Jaejoong~!” He yelled, and then waved his arm to show who had spoken. Jaejoong had visibly jumped at the sound of his name (Yunho had a brief thought about just how easily scared the boy was), and spun around to stare at him. Meanwhile, Yunho’s friends were staring at him like he’d just sprouted a tail, looking at him and then in the direction he was waving, wondering what the hell he was doing. Yoochun in particular had the memory of the geek in brown from the bakery rise to his mind with the name, and wondered what in nine hells Yunho was thinking.
Yunho swore that Jaejoong looked as if he was ready to dive under a table. He was definitely looking furtive enough when Yunho called out to him, and the fact that people were now looking at him curiously had upped it into ‘scared rabbit’ mode. Just when it seemed like he was ready to bolt, the tall gangly boy next to him grabbed his arm and leant over to say something to him.
Jaejoong took a few deep breaths, nodding at his companion before visibly stealing himself. The pair of them then began to walk towards Yunho’s table, causing the psych student to smile, pleased. Yoochun and Junsu exchanged looks. Looking closely at the tall boy with Jaejoong, Yunho realized he’d seen the face before - he was in the photos that were stuck to Jaejoong’s computer.
It didn’t take long for Jaejoong and his friend to reach them, and Yunho stood up to greet them.
“Hey! I just wanted to tell you thanks.” Yunho said, straight off the bat. Jaejoong looked taken aback, and rather confused, so Yunho gently elaborated. “For your notes. They were very helpful.”
“Oh!” Jaejoong let out a little exclamation of understanding. “Uhm, I’m glad they were. Did you finish your assignment on time?” He asked. His friend frowned at Yunho, and remained hovering behind Jaejoong like some sort of bodyguard.
“Yeah, handed it in a few days ago.” Yunho answered with a pleased smile. He was rather proud of the effort he’d put into the paper actually, what with how little time he’d left himself with to actually write it. He’d been totally giddy over his unbelievable night with Youngwoong, and then hadn’t been able to resist seeking out the boy again at the start of the week. He’d ended up just as ridiculously giddy the day after that as well. Then of course, after he’d finished his paper, he’d gone out to celebrate with Yoochun and Junsu, only to loose them in the crowd (how unusual) and end up club hopping with Youngwoong instead, heated encounters scattered through the night.
Noticing he’d spaced again, Yunho hurriedly coughed to cover it and said the first thing that came to mind.
“Why don’t you sit?” He offered. He ignored the incredulous looks Yoochun and Junsu were giving him, and gestured to the free space at the table. Jaejoong stuttered for a moment, and then wordlessly sat after Changmin nudged him in his back with the tray.
“Uhm. Thank you.” Jaejoong said. He looked over at Yoochun and Junsu, blinking at them. He’d met Yoochun of course, but he didn’t know the other boy.
“Oh, this is my boyfriend, Junsu. Junsu this is Jaejoong.” Yoochun said to fill in the awkward silence, and Jaejoong smiled tentatively at Junsu, who automatically smiled back.
“Er… this is my friend Changmin.” He said, gesturing to his tall companion who had sat beside him, placing his piled tray on the table. Changmin smiled pleasantly enough at them all. Jaejoong hesitated in introducing them to Changmin however, and so the younger boy decided to save his inordinately shy friend some angst and do it himself.
“Shim Changmin.” He re-stated, offering his hand to Yunho, who was the only one in comfortable arm distance.
“Jung Yunho.” Yunho returned, taking his hand in a brief shake. “That idiot’s Yoochun, and yeah, the shrimp on the end is Junsu.” Yunho went on. Junsu let out a squawk of indignation at his introduction and Yunho smirked. Jaejoong laughed, his hand coming up immediately to cover it. His other hand went to the table, resting an inconspicuous paper bag on it.
“Oooo~” Yunho almost cooed, eyes wide and fixed on the familiar looking bag. “Is that… muffins?” He asked. Jaejoong bit his lip, taken aback by Yunho’s hungry expression.
“Uhm, yes?” He replied tentatively, eyes darting from Yunho to Changmin, trying to reassure himself that as strange as Yunho was, he wouldn’t gnaw off his hand. He did wonder if Yunho was going to start drooling though.
“Muffins…?” Junsu murmured, and then his face lit up like a light bulb had just switched on. “Oh! Could they be… the muffins?” He almost squeaked. Yunho’s grin widened, and Yoochoon nodded eagerly. Junsu’s gaze moved to his boyfriend with the movement, and his eyes narrowed a little. “The muffins, that I never got to eat because someone is a greedy pig who doesn’t keep his promises?” He went on, and Yoochun suddenly realized what hot water he might be in. His eyes slid slowly back towards Junsu, a sheepish expression overtaking his face.
“SuSu, baby, lovely…” He began, and Junsu raised an unimpressed eyebrow, tapping his fingers on the table. Changmin and Jaejoong watched with wide eyes as this played out, sensing the imminent danger but not knowing exactly what was going on. Yunho however, easily recognized the signs (something one picked up after prolonged exposure to such uhm, ‘lovers spats’) and did his very best to remain inconspicuous lest he be brought into the argument as well. He couldn’t, however, stop himself from sneaking hungry looks at the paper bag Jaejoong was still clutching.
“Baby nothing!” Junsu snapped at Yoochun, and a lightning fast exchange began whereupon Yoochun was trying to wheedle his way back into his boyfriend’s good books while Junsu milked it for all it was worth.
Meanwhile, seeing the pair suitably occupied, Yunho turned back to Jaejoong with a rather hopeful smile.
“Is there anyway I could, hm, you know, have a bit?” He asked as winningly as possible. Jaejoong returned his gaze to the taller boy, bewildered by Yunho’s strange friends.
“Of the uhm, muffins?” Jaejoong asked. “You can have them if you want…” he offered shyly.
“Jaejoong, no! That’s your lunch.” Changmin said reprimanding, grabbing the older boy’s wrist to try and stop him. He gave Yunho a hard look, which Yunho shrank back against. The boy had a powerful glare tucked behind that open face! But wait…
“You’re only eating some muffins for lunch?” He asked Jaejoong, who immediately flushed again at the attention.
“He always eats bloody muffins.” Changmin muttered, disgruntled, turning his look on Jaejoong now. Jaejoong looked abashed, fingers curling into the top of the paper bag, his eyes downcast. Yunho didn’t understand this exchange at all, but he understood muffins. He snapped his fingers.
“Okay, well, how about, I’ll go buy you anything you’d like from the cafeteria, in exchange for the muffins?” He bargained, eyebrows rising in question. Jaejoong blinked at him, biting his lip, looking like Yunho was speaking another language. “…No?” Yunho asked after a minute of silence, face falling and a pout appearing rapidly on his lips.
“Oh, oh!” Jaejoong muttered, seeming to wake up. He shook his head a little, and brought both hands up to half hide his face. “Oh, uhm!” He looked lost for words. Changmin nudged him in the ribs, and Jaejoong tilted in his seat, giving his friend a bewildered look. Changmin motioned his eyes to Yunho, and Jaejoong turned his wide look back to the other boy. “I mean… uhm, of course, if you want them…” He stumbled out in a rush. “But you really don’t need to buy me something, I’ll - ” Jaejoong’s insistence was cut off as Yunho clapped his hands in glee.
“Muffins!” He exclaimed happily. “And of course I’ll get you something, I can’t just steal your lunch. What would you like?” He asked eagerly.
Yunho really was a strange boy… Jaejoong thought to himself, a giggle surfacing at how ridiculous this all seamed.
“I don’t really know what they serve.” He admitted bashfully.
“Oh! Well then, why don’t we go look. You can choose and I’ll buy it for you.” Yunho quickly offered. Jaejoong smiled a little and nodded.
“Okay.”
Changmin looked from Yunho to Jaejoong and back again with somewhat narrowed eyes. He snatched up the bag that Jaejoong had placed on the table.
“And I’ll hang on to these. For safe keeping.” He said. Jaejoong gave him a look, but Changmin just returned it mildly. He’d heard of Jung Yunho, and the boy’s reputation, and he really wasn’t sure what was going on here… but he was sure that he was going to be keeping an eye on Yunho.
“I’ll come too.” Junsu piped up, rising from the table. “I want candy, if those muffins are already spoken for.” He said. He had intended to maybe steal some from Yunho, but seeing the way the older boy had been eyeing the bag of baked goods, he thought maybe not. He did, after all, want to retain all of his fingers. He nudged Yoochun in the back, and held out his hand expectantly. Yoochun frowned in confusion though.
“What?” He asked when Junsu nudged him again, a little more forcefully.
“What do you mean, what?! I want money, stupid.” Junsu shot back readily. Yoochun looked affronted.
“Do I look like an ATM?” He said. Junsu snorted.
“No, you look like a greedy little muffin thief.” The smaller said snootily, eyebrow raised as if daring Yoochun to keep arguing. Looking into the face of his boyfriend, Yoochun made the wise decision not to take that dare. He instead sighed in defeat and fished out a few notes from his pocket, reluctantly stuffing them into Junsu’s hand. “Thank you!” Junsu trilled happily, all sunshine and smiles again as he bent over and pecked Yoochun on the cheek. Yoochun rolled his eyes and thunked his head down on the table.
Junsu bounced over to the other side of the table beside Jaejoong and smiled at the shy boy.
“Lets go!” He enthused. Jaejoong couldn’t help but return the smile given to him, rising from his seat to follow the sunny boy. Yunho stepped in beside him, and Jaejoong couldn’t stop the blush that hit him in the face, although he didn’t even know why he was blushing yet again - the taller boy had not even said anything to him.
They made their way through the cafeteria displays, Jaejoong peering into the panes until he found something that seemed like it might be okay for him. He shyly pointed the dish out to Yunho, who beamed and immediately ordered it, handing over money before the lunch lady could even tell them the price. Soon, Jaejoong had a full plate in hand, Yunho having also fetched him some chopsticks.
They left the line, Junsu joining them only seconds later clutching a bag of confectionary, a satisfied smile on his face. He looked at Jaejoong’s choice, and nodded.
“Not lasagna. Good choice.” He said approvingly, and Jaejoong looked bewildered at the seemingly strange comment. Yunho laughed a little.
“And what nutrition-filled food have you got for yourself, Junsu?” He teased the hyper boy in return. Junsu held up his prize proudly, and Jaejoong studied the package curiously.
“Yumyum! My chocolaty, cherry-filled bites of goodness…!” Junsu cooed to the bag somewhat creepily, staring misty eyed at the bright red packaging and shiny picture on the front.
“You’re one sick puppy, Junsu.” Yunho muttered, making a face at the other boy. Junsu screwed up his face at Yunho in return, and patted his chocolates.
“Pay no attention to the bad man.” He said to them. Jaejoong stared nervously down at his plate, not wanting to look up at either of them through the strange conversation.
At the table, Yoochun and Changmin were apparently having a staring competition of some sort, and one could almost see the sparks flying from their eyes at one another.
“Uh, guys…?” Yunho asked, shooting looks from one to the other as the three settled back into their previous seats. Changmin looked away finally when Jaejoong sat down, and went to inspect the plate of noodles Jaejoong had chosen. Apparently satisfied, he allowed Yunho to reach across and nab the bag of muffins, the psychology student’s eyes utterly gleeful at the prospect of what was inside.
“Want some?” Junsu said through a mouthful of the confectionary, offering the bag around the table. Yoochun pulled out a couple, flicking them into his mouth. Yunho just shook his head, munching on his muffins with a single determination that would not be disrupted.
“Uhm.” Jaejoong said, shaking his head slightly and fiddling with his fork. “No, thank you… I’m allergic.”
“To chocolate, or Cherry Ripe?” Junsu asked, wide eyed with horror.
“Cherries, not chocolate…” Jaejoong hastily explained, but was taken aback when Junsu’s horror did not seem to dissipate, thinking he had been more agog at the thought of being allergic to chocolate in general. Junsu was worried about other things though.
“Oh, you poor dear!” Junsu exclaimed dramatically, taking the bag and holding it to his chest lovingly. “I don’t know how you survive!” He said with a mou of sympathy.
“Just because you think the confectionary world bows down to the mightiness of Cherry Ripe does not mean everyone agrees with you, ‘Su.” Yoochun pointed out, and Changmin laughed.
“Not a fan myself. Twix all the way.” He said, with a grin. “Yummy caramel goodness. And oooh, Picnic. So much fun under one wrapper.” Changmin was practically salivating at this point, and both Yoochun and Junsu were looking on with fascination as the younger boy drifted off into a fantasy land of chocolate, muttering dreamily all the while. Jaejoong however bit back a smile, putting a hand on the younger boy’s arm and shaking him gently.
“Min-ah… Come back now.” He chided, and Changmin seemed to abruptly come to from his fantasy, blinking bewilderedly at the lack of never-ending human-sized Picnic bars.
“Geeze, you’re like, worse then me.” Junsu observed in awe. “You’re like Yunho and his muffins!” He exclaimed, and Yunho looked up, mid bite into a lemon muffin, and looked around at them somewhat sheepishly.
“Wha-? Dere goo-.” He mumbled defensively.
“You really think so?” Jaejoong asked, his face pinking yet again as Yunho nodded vigorously.
“Are you kidding? He’s freaking obsessed.” Junsu exclaimed. “Muffin this and muffin that. If it’s not his stupid Youngwoong, then it’s muffins!”
“Youngwoong…?” Changmin asked, brows raised, shooting a glance from Junsu to Yunho and back.
“Oh! Did you ever find him, Yunho?” Jaejoong asked with sudden remembrance of their first conversation. He turned to Changmin. “That’s how I first talked to Yunho… he mistook me for some other boy that he knows.” He explained to his friend, who retained a strange expression.
“Well, he does look exactly like you.” Yunho said defensively, finally swallowing down his mouthful. “And yeah, thanks, I did find him actually.” Yunho smiled goofily at the very thought.
“Oh god, don’t get him started again.” Yoochun whined. Yunho made a pouty sort of expression at his friend.
“I’m not that bad!” He protested, and Junsu laughed.
“Yes you are.” Yoochun returned drolly.
“I’m glad you did find him.” Jaejoong said quietly, eating some more of his noodles.
“He looked like you?” Changmin asked curiously.
“Yeah, exactly like him.”
“Well, they do say that everyone has a ‘twin’ somewhere in the world.” Changmin said musingly, munching his way through a pile of rice. “It’s hard to imagine anyone like Jae though!” He said with a big grin at his friend. Jaejoong laughed and elbowed him lightly.
“Mmm…” Yunho hummed in agreement. And he did agree - even though Jaejoong and Youngwoong looked exactly alike, they couldn’t be more different, and Yunho seriously could not imagine anyone else that was as… erm, unique as Jaejoong. He peered over at the boy again as he fixed his glasses that were fogging from the heat of the noodles, the boy eating with small bites. It was a studied difference to how his friend was ploughing through his own meal.
The five boys sat through the rest of the hour in mostly companionable talk (or banter, as the case may have been), with only a few awkward silences at the differences in the ‘worlds’ that Yunho and his friends lived in compared to Jaejoong and Changmin. Five minutes before the hour, Jaejoong politely excused himself, making sure to explain that he had class across campus to get to. Changmin stood too, obviously ready to go with his friend. Yunho had the distinct impression that Changmin was not at all enamored with Yunho, which was strange given that he seemed to like Junsu and Yoochun well enough and Yunho thought himself far more normal and generally likeable then his two friends.
Never the less, Yunho smiled at them both as they left, promising to call Jaejoong soon to arrange a meeting so he could return the folder of notes he still had. Jaejoong returned his smile shyly as he left, looking back over his shoulder once when they exited the building.
“See, Youngwoong looks exactly like that, just without the glasses and the geekyness and with sexy clothes and… well, just generally much more sexy.” Yunho rambled to his friends as they left earshot, his eyes still on Jaejoong’s retreating back. “I mean, both of you are gay, you can’t tell me that skin is the gorgeously pale.” Yoochun fancied he could actually see big yellow stars rolling around in Yunho’s eyes. He snorted.
“And you call me a sad, small pathetic slug. Yunho, you’re besotted.” Yoochun diagnosed, waggling his finger at Yunho expressively. The taller turned to look at him, his face scrunched up in a half frown-half pout.
“Besotted?! With Youngwoong?” He repeated, full of denial.
“Well, actually, I can’t tell if you’re besotted with Youngwoong or Jaejoong.” Junsu put in mildly, and both of the others turned to look at him.
“With Jaejoong?!?” Yunho practically screeched, “Junsu, you’re delusional!”
Yoochun however gave Junsu an assessing look, and nodded.
“Hm… good call, Su.” He said, slinging an arm around his boyfriend. Junsu preened. “Which is it then, Yunho?” He asked his friend tauntingly. “Who are you really after?”
Yunho spluttered indignantly.
“Yoochun! How could you think…! Me - and Jaejoong?!” He exclaimed, shaking his head vigorously as if trying to dispel the very thought from his head. “Man, you know me! You should know I’d never go with someone like Jaejoong, of all people.” He said, eyes beseeching Yoochun. Surely his friend knew him better then that! “I know I said the playing field was a bit thin - but not that thin!”
“If you’d asked me a month ago, I’d have said never… but then Yunho, seriously, why are you even hanging out with the guy then?” Yoochun asked curiously, leaning over the table. “I meant to ask you last time when we met him at the bakery, but I forgot. This is hardly you. I don’t know why you even remember his name.” Yunho frowned at him.
“Hey! What do you mean by that?!” He exclaimed. Yoochun snorted, looking unimpressed.
“I mean - he’s a geekazoid, my friend. Of the highest degree. Yunho, that Shim has got to be one of the smartest kids in our college. And fair go… even he’s still got more social skills then your little mousy boy. The guy was about ready to melt into a puddle and squidge off into the sewers when you asked him over. He’s so… so… geeky.” Yoochun said, words failing him in his efforts to adequately express how he saw Jaejoong.
“He is kinda… weird, Yunho. He’s like one of those kids that spent all his lunchtimes in the science lab and did 50 page reports for fun at school.” Junsu added. “There was a few of those at my school… we used to call them the trogoldites.” He said with a giggle. Yoochun couldn’t help the bark of laugher that escaped him either.
Yunho frowned a little.
“He’s not that bad! And he’s not into science - he’s into history and culture and stuff. He’s a linguistics major.” He rebuffed, somehow wanting to stand up for Jaejoong, even if he actually had pretty much of the same opinion of the boy as Yoochun. His friend was giving him an incredulous look for his attempts at defending Jaejoong though.
“Uh, Yunho, that’s not much better. That just means he was a history geek. Instead of labs he’s got dusty books and a stutter.” Yoochun pointed out, and Yunho grimaced. He thought about seeing Jaejoong up in the freaky stacks area of the library, and how at home he seemed there. And the boy did stutter… more due to his excessive shyness and lack of self confidence then any particular speech impediment, but still.
“So seriously dude… I mean, if you’ve got your little sex kitten hottie at the club or whatever, why do you need Jaejoong? He might be cute under his coke bottles, but it doesn’t mean you have to hang out with him. He seems nice enough in his own geeky way, but hardly something for you to take notice of.” Yoochun asked pointedly, raising his eyebrows at Yunho in question. Yunho didn’t answer immediately, trying to think of the answer for himself first.
“Though, at least Jaejoong’s got the added bonus of being an actual human being.” Yoochun muttered out of the side of his mouth to Junsu, but Yunho caught it and snapped his head over to look at Yoochun, a deep frown in his forehead.
“What’s that meant to mean?!” He asked sharply. Yoochun sighed, sitting back in his chair and giving Yunho a disturbingly serious look.
“What it means is, you’ve known this Youngwoong guy for what, a few weeks now, fucked him a good number of times, and you still don’t even know his last name. Or where he lives, or what he does during the day, or even his phone number for that matter! And nobody but you seems to have met him. He’s never there when we go with you to the club, and nobody I ask has ever heard of him.” Yoochun said. These thoughts had slowly been building over the last two weeks, since Yunho had begun to blather on about Youngwoong. While it was funny to see his usually aloof friend so unusually besotted, Yoochun was actually starting to worry about Yunho a little. The whole situation was just too odd and obscure for him to let go of easily. The facts, to Yoochun, just didn’t add up properly.
“All I’m saying Yunho, is that I find it a bit odd that there’s Jaejoong here, that you’ve started hanging out with for utterly no reason I can discern at all, and then you’ve got your sexed up Youngwoong, who mysteriously pops up just happening to look exactly like Jaejoong, only minus the geek. I mean, tell me if someone else weren’t relating this whole thing to you that you wouldn’t find it totally off the wall.” Yoochun said with a sigh. Yunho was struck somewhat dumb by the onslaught, wondering where Yoochun had kept all of this, and how much he’d been thinking about it. Yoochun was very rarely completely serious, and very rarely meddled in Yunho’s life, long used to the way Yunho conducted his affairs. Gaping a little, he couldn’t think of anything to say. Yoochun sighed, sliding back his chair from the table and gathering his bag from the floor.
“C’mon Su, I’ll drive you home. Just think about it, Yunho.” Yoochun said solemnly. Junsu looked like he felt sorry for Yunho, giving him a sympathetic squeeze on his shoulder as he left the table, but he followed his boyfriend from the cafeteria area with only a soft ‘see you’.
Yunho was left alone at the table, deep in thought.
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Note: It’s almost 100% likely that they don’t actually sell Twix or Cherry Ripe or Picnic in Korean uni cafeterias, but what the hell. XD I’m not sure what sells where so, explanation - Twix is biscuit sticks with a soft caramel strip on top coated in chocolate. Cherry Ripe is like a sort of cherry mix rolled flatish and covered in chocolate. Picnic is wafer and peanuts, chocolate coated and is famous for looking ugly and lumpy. (But it’s yummy!) The bag that Junsu bought, I was thinking of the Cadbury ‘Chocettes', which are their chocolate bar flavours, made into small chocolate-coated balls and are bought in bags.
Aaaaand... cuz like, I haven't updated in ages...
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Thanks again to all my readers and commenters... You keep me writing on. ^_^ Grace Fallen #3 is still in the works, and getting loooonger and loooonger. *headdesk* Hopefully done soon! Only 2 major scenes to go. :D
Summary: Yunho and Jaejoong have lunch. With YooSu and Min. ^^;
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
It's only been, what, 200 years since I posted the last chapter?! #^_^# Sorry people! This was just THE frickin hardest thing to write ever... it just would NOT come out, seriously. It was written in the most fragmented way too, with patches of 5 lines here and there that I had to join up. So I also appologise, I fear this is the worst chapter yet. ^^;
…I’m sorry to say that this is going to get less and less funny (erm, if it is funny now that is!) and more… well, serious, as it gets on. I was trying to figure out a way for this not to happen, but unfortunately, the way the plot is swinging, it’s unavoidable. I hope you still enjoy it though. There are some more clues in this chapter and the next, but it might be likely you won’t see them unless you know what you’re looking for. ^^; Thanks for reading!
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"Is lasagna meant to move?” Junsu asked curiously. Yunho gave him a strange look.
“I thought we already had this talk Susu…” Yoochun said, as if to a child. Junsu pouted.
“I was only asking because yours is wobbling around strangely. I don’t think it wants to be eaten.” The smaller boy said, slightly petulant. Yoochun looked down at his lunch, slightly alarmed. The pasta was kind of… moving. A bit. Or maybe it was the table. Yeah, it had to be the table.
“Dude, why are you even attempting to eat that?” Yunho asked, eyeing the lasagna warily. “You know what everyone says about it.”
“That it’s an alien space monster come to take over earth?” Junsu put in, eyes wide open and sparkling. Yunho and Yoochun exchanged a look.
“Uhm. No.” Yunho said slowly, wondering at his best friend’s sanity once more in choosing such an obviously sanity-challenged boyfriend. “More along the lines that it’s about five years old and made with cat meat.” Yunho went on a little more hurriedly. He cracked open his can of coke and took a sip. All three young men eyed the wobbling piece of pasta.
Yoochun made a choking noise and shoved the plate away from him, slumping miserably in his seat, staring at the mound of maybe-cat meat.
“But I’m hungry.” He moaned pitifully. “And I’m not a scientist, but I’m pretty sure if it was five years old there would be like, green stuff on it.” He added a bit petulantly. Junsu laughed.
“They might have scraped it off!” He quipped, popping a chip into his mouth.
“Well how come you’re eating the hot chips from the cafeteria? Aren’t they similarly… green-stuff ridden then?!” Yoochun pointed out, scowling at said plate of chips. Junsu had already been fending him off since they sat down, and he’d as yet not managed to snatch one of the juicy bits of fried potato goodness.
“They’re chips.” Junsu returned with an air of superiority. “How can you stuff up chips?”
“He’s got you there.” Yunho agreed, nodding at Junsu’s logic. Yoochun kicked him under the table. “OW! You little beast…!” Yunho yelped, reaching across to whack Yoochun on the head, but Yoochun ducked away and it missed.
“Is that any way to treat your elders?” Yunho huffed, and Yoochun just smirked.
“Maybe elder, but certainly not wiser!” He teased, and Yunho made a mental note to give Yoochun a good noogie-ing when he least expected it.
He was drawn from his plots of vengeance though when he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye, and turned to look up at the other side of the cafeteria. There, standing at the end of the food line, was Jaejoong. Wearing a truly putrid orange colored jacket that did nothing for his complexion what so ever.
Not really thinking about what he was doing, Yunho stood up abruptly and yelled out across the room.
“Hey! Jaejoong~!” He yelled, and then waved his arm to show who had spoken. Jaejoong had visibly jumped at the sound of his name (Yunho had a brief thought about just how easily scared the boy was), and spun around to stare at him. Meanwhile, Yunho’s friends were staring at him like he’d just sprouted a tail, looking at him and then in the direction he was waving, wondering what the hell he was doing. Yoochun in particular had the memory of the geek in brown from the bakery rise to his mind with the name, and wondered what in nine hells Yunho was thinking.
Yunho swore that Jaejoong looked as if he was ready to dive under a table. He was definitely looking furtive enough when Yunho called out to him, and the fact that people were now looking at him curiously had upped it into ‘scared rabbit’ mode. Just when it seemed like he was ready to bolt, the tall gangly boy next to him grabbed his arm and leant over to say something to him.
Jaejoong took a few deep breaths, nodding at his companion before visibly stealing himself. The pair of them then began to walk towards Yunho’s table, causing the psych student to smile, pleased. Yoochun and Junsu exchanged looks. Looking closely at the tall boy with Jaejoong, Yunho realized he’d seen the face before - he was in the photos that were stuck to Jaejoong’s computer.
It didn’t take long for Jaejoong and his friend to reach them, and Yunho stood up to greet them.
“Hey! I just wanted to tell you thanks.” Yunho said, straight off the bat. Jaejoong looked taken aback, and rather confused, so Yunho gently elaborated. “For your notes. They were very helpful.”
“Oh!” Jaejoong let out a little exclamation of understanding. “Uhm, I’m glad they were. Did you finish your assignment on time?” He asked. His friend frowned at Yunho, and remained hovering behind Jaejoong like some sort of bodyguard.
“Yeah, handed it in a few days ago.” Yunho answered with a pleased smile. He was rather proud of the effort he’d put into the paper actually, what with how little time he’d left himself with to actually write it. He’d been totally giddy over his unbelievable night with Youngwoong, and then hadn’t been able to resist seeking out the boy again at the start of the week. He’d ended up just as ridiculously giddy the day after that as well. Then of course, after he’d finished his paper, he’d gone out to celebrate with Yoochun and Junsu, only to loose them in the crowd (how unusual) and end up club hopping with Youngwoong instead, heated encounters scattered through the night.
Noticing he’d spaced again, Yunho hurriedly coughed to cover it and said the first thing that came to mind.
“Why don’t you sit?” He offered. He ignored the incredulous looks Yoochun and Junsu were giving him, and gestured to the free space at the table. Jaejoong stuttered for a moment, and then wordlessly sat after Changmin nudged him in his back with the tray.
“Uhm. Thank you.” Jaejoong said. He looked over at Yoochun and Junsu, blinking at them. He’d met Yoochun of course, but he didn’t know the other boy.
“Oh, this is my boyfriend, Junsu. Junsu this is Jaejoong.” Yoochun said to fill in the awkward silence, and Jaejoong smiled tentatively at Junsu, who automatically smiled back.
“Er… this is my friend Changmin.” He said, gesturing to his tall companion who had sat beside him, placing his piled tray on the table. Changmin smiled pleasantly enough at them all. Jaejoong hesitated in introducing them to Changmin however, and so the younger boy decided to save his inordinately shy friend some angst and do it himself.
“Shim Changmin.” He re-stated, offering his hand to Yunho, who was the only one in comfortable arm distance.
“Jung Yunho.” Yunho returned, taking his hand in a brief shake. “That idiot’s Yoochun, and yeah, the shrimp on the end is Junsu.” Yunho went on. Junsu let out a squawk of indignation at his introduction and Yunho smirked. Jaejoong laughed, his hand coming up immediately to cover it. His other hand went to the table, resting an inconspicuous paper bag on it.
“Oooo~” Yunho almost cooed, eyes wide and fixed on the familiar looking bag. “Is that… muffins?” He asked. Jaejoong bit his lip, taken aback by Yunho’s hungry expression.
“Uhm, yes?” He replied tentatively, eyes darting from Yunho to Changmin, trying to reassure himself that as strange as Yunho was, he wouldn’t gnaw off his hand. He did wonder if Yunho was going to start drooling though.
“Muffins…?” Junsu murmured, and then his face lit up like a light bulb had just switched on. “Oh! Could they be… the muffins?” He almost squeaked. Yunho’s grin widened, and Yoochoon nodded eagerly. Junsu’s gaze moved to his boyfriend with the movement, and his eyes narrowed a little. “The muffins, that I never got to eat because someone is a greedy pig who doesn’t keep his promises?” He went on, and Yoochun suddenly realized what hot water he might be in. His eyes slid slowly back towards Junsu, a sheepish expression overtaking his face.
“SuSu, baby, lovely…” He began, and Junsu raised an unimpressed eyebrow, tapping his fingers on the table. Changmin and Jaejoong watched with wide eyes as this played out, sensing the imminent danger but not knowing exactly what was going on. Yunho however, easily recognized the signs (something one picked up after prolonged exposure to such uhm, ‘lovers spats’) and did his very best to remain inconspicuous lest he be brought into the argument as well. He couldn’t, however, stop himself from sneaking hungry looks at the paper bag Jaejoong was still clutching.
“Baby nothing!” Junsu snapped at Yoochun, and a lightning fast exchange began whereupon Yoochun was trying to wheedle his way back into his boyfriend’s good books while Junsu milked it for all it was worth.
Meanwhile, seeing the pair suitably occupied, Yunho turned back to Jaejoong with a rather hopeful smile.
“Is there anyway I could, hm, you know, have a bit?” He asked as winningly as possible. Jaejoong returned his gaze to the taller boy, bewildered by Yunho’s strange friends.
“Of the uhm, muffins?” Jaejoong asked. “You can have them if you want…” he offered shyly.
“Jaejoong, no! That’s your lunch.” Changmin said reprimanding, grabbing the older boy’s wrist to try and stop him. He gave Yunho a hard look, which Yunho shrank back against. The boy had a powerful glare tucked behind that open face! But wait…
“You’re only eating some muffins for lunch?” He asked Jaejoong, who immediately flushed again at the attention.
“He always eats bloody muffins.” Changmin muttered, disgruntled, turning his look on Jaejoong now. Jaejoong looked abashed, fingers curling into the top of the paper bag, his eyes downcast. Yunho didn’t understand this exchange at all, but he understood muffins. He snapped his fingers.
“Okay, well, how about, I’ll go buy you anything you’d like from the cafeteria, in exchange for the muffins?” He bargained, eyebrows rising in question. Jaejoong blinked at him, biting his lip, looking like Yunho was speaking another language. “…No?” Yunho asked after a minute of silence, face falling and a pout appearing rapidly on his lips.
“Oh, oh!” Jaejoong muttered, seeming to wake up. He shook his head a little, and brought both hands up to half hide his face. “Oh, uhm!” He looked lost for words. Changmin nudged him in the ribs, and Jaejoong tilted in his seat, giving his friend a bewildered look. Changmin motioned his eyes to Yunho, and Jaejoong turned his wide look back to the other boy. “I mean… uhm, of course, if you want them…” He stumbled out in a rush. “But you really don’t need to buy me something, I’ll - ” Jaejoong’s insistence was cut off as Yunho clapped his hands in glee.
“Muffins!” He exclaimed happily. “And of course I’ll get you something, I can’t just steal your lunch. What would you like?” He asked eagerly.
Yunho really was a strange boy… Jaejoong thought to himself, a giggle surfacing at how ridiculous this all seamed.
“I don’t really know what they serve.” He admitted bashfully.
“Oh! Well then, why don’t we go look. You can choose and I’ll buy it for you.” Yunho quickly offered. Jaejoong smiled a little and nodded.
“Okay.”
Changmin looked from Yunho to Jaejoong and back again with somewhat narrowed eyes. He snatched up the bag that Jaejoong had placed on the table.
“And I’ll hang on to these. For safe keeping.” He said. Jaejoong gave him a look, but Changmin just returned it mildly. He’d heard of Jung Yunho, and the boy’s reputation, and he really wasn’t sure what was going on here… but he was sure that he was going to be keeping an eye on Yunho.
“I’ll come too.” Junsu piped up, rising from the table. “I want candy, if those muffins are already spoken for.” He said. He had intended to maybe steal some from Yunho, but seeing the way the older boy had been eyeing the bag of baked goods, he thought maybe not. He did, after all, want to retain all of his fingers. He nudged Yoochun in the back, and held out his hand expectantly. Yoochun frowned in confusion though.
“What?” He asked when Junsu nudged him again, a little more forcefully.
“What do you mean, what?! I want money, stupid.” Junsu shot back readily. Yoochun looked affronted.
“Do I look like an ATM?” He said. Junsu snorted.
“No, you look like a greedy little muffin thief.” The smaller said snootily, eyebrow raised as if daring Yoochun to keep arguing. Looking into the face of his boyfriend, Yoochun made the wise decision not to take that dare. He instead sighed in defeat and fished out a few notes from his pocket, reluctantly stuffing them into Junsu’s hand. “Thank you!” Junsu trilled happily, all sunshine and smiles again as he bent over and pecked Yoochun on the cheek. Yoochun rolled his eyes and thunked his head down on the table.
Junsu bounced over to the other side of the table beside Jaejoong and smiled at the shy boy.
“Lets go!” He enthused. Jaejoong couldn’t help but return the smile given to him, rising from his seat to follow the sunny boy. Yunho stepped in beside him, and Jaejoong couldn’t stop the blush that hit him in the face, although he didn’t even know why he was blushing yet again - the taller boy had not even said anything to him.
They made their way through the cafeteria displays, Jaejoong peering into the panes until he found something that seemed like it might be okay for him. He shyly pointed the dish out to Yunho, who beamed and immediately ordered it, handing over money before the lunch lady could even tell them the price. Soon, Jaejoong had a full plate in hand, Yunho having also fetched him some chopsticks.
They left the line, Junsu joining them only seconds later clutching a bag of confectionary, a satisfied smile on his face. He looked at Jaejoong’s choice, and nodded.
“Not lasagna. Good choice.” He said approvingly, and Jaejoong looked bewildered at the seemingly strange comment. Yunho laughed a little.
“And what nutrition-filled food have you got for yourself, Junsu?” He teased the hyper boy in return. Junsu held up his prize proudly, and Jaejoong studied the package curiously.
“Yumyum! My chocolaty, cherry-filled bites of goodness…!” Junsu cooed to the bag somewhat creepily, staring misty eyed at the bright red packaging and shiny picture on the front.
“You’re one sick puppy, Junsu.” Yunho muttered, making a face at the other boy. Junsu screwed up his face at Yunho in return, and patted his chocolates.
“Pay no attention to the bad man.” He said to them. Jaejoong stared nervously down at his plate, not wanting to look up at either of them through the strange conversation.
At the table, Yoochun and Changmin were apparently having a staring competition of some sort, and one could almost see the sparks flying from their eyes at one another.
“Uh, guys…?” Yunho asked, shooting looks from one to the other as the three settled back into their previous seats. Changmin looked away finally when Jaejoong sat down, and went to inspect the plate of noodles Jaejoong had chosen. Apparently satisfied, he allowed Yunho to reach across and nab the bag of muffins, the psychology student’s eyes utterly gleeful at the prospect of what was inside.
“Want some?” Junsu said through a mouthful of the confectionary, offering the bag around the table. Yoochun pulled out a couple, flicking them into his mouth. Yunho just shook his head, munching on his muffins with a single determination that would not be disrupted.
“Uhm.” Jaejoong said, shaking his head slightly and fiddling with his fork. “No, thank you… I’m allergic.”
“To chocolate, or Cherry Ripe?” Junsu asked, wide eyed with horror.
“Cherries, not chocolate…” Jaejoong hastily explained, but was taken aback when Junsu’s horror did not seem to dissipate, thinking he had been more agog at the thought of being allergic to chocolate in general. Junsu was worried about other things though.
“Oh, you poor dear!” Junsu exclaimed dramatically, taking the bag and holding it to his chest lovingly. “I don’t know how you survive!” He said with a mou of sympathy.
“Just because you think the confectionary world bows down to the mightiness of Cherry Ripe does not mean everyone agrees with you, ‘Su.” Yoochun pointed out, and Changmin laughed.
“Not a fan myself. Twix all the way.” He said, with a grin. “Yummy caramel goodness. And oooh, Picnic. So much fun under one wrapper.” Changmin was practically salivating at this point, and both Yoochun and Junsu were looking on with fascination as the younger boy drifted off into a fantasy land of chocolate, muttering dreamily all the while. Jaejoong however bit back a smile, putting a hand on the younger boy’s arm and shaking him gently.
“Min-ah… Come back now.” He chided, and Changmin seemed to abruptly come to from his fantasy, blinking bewilderedly at the lack of never-ending human-sized Picnic bars.
“Geeze, you’re like, worse then me.” Junsu observed in awe. “You’re like Yunho and his muffins!” He exclaimed, and Yunho looked up, mid bite into a lemon muffin, and looked around at them somewhat sheepishly.
“Wha-? Dere goo-.” He mumbled defensively.
“You really think so?” Jaejoong asked, his face pinking yet again as Yunho nodded vigorously.
“Are you kidding? He’s freaking obsessed.” Junsu exclaimed. “Muffin this and muffin that. If it’s not his stupid Youngwoong, then it’s muffins!”
“Youngwoong…?” Changmin asked, brows raised, shooting a glance from Junsu to Yunho and back.
“Oh! Did you ever find him, Yunho?” Jaejoong asked with sudden remembrance of their first conversation. He turned to Changmin. “That’s how I first talked to Yunho… he mistook me for some other boy that he knows.” He explained to his friend, who retained a strange expression.
“Well, he does look exactly like you.” Yunho said defensively, finally swallowing down his mouthful. “And yeah, thanks, I did find him actually.” Yunho smiled goofily at the very thought.
“Oh god, don’t get him started again.” Yoochun whined. Yunho made a pouty sort of expression at his friend.
“I’m not that bad!” He protested, and Junsu laughed.
“Yes you are.” Yoochun returned drolly.
“I’m glad you did find him.” Jaejoong said quietly, eating some more of his noodles.
“He looked like you?” Changmin asked curiously.
“Yeah, exactly like him.”
“Well, they do say that everyone has a ‘twin’ somewhere in the world.” Changmin said musingly, munching his way through a pile of rice. “It’s hard to imagine anyone like Jae though!” He said with a big grin at his friend. Jaejoong laughed and elbowed him lightly.
“Mmm…” Yunho hummed in agreement. And he did agree - even though Jaejoong and Youngwoong looked exactly alike, they couldn’t be more different, and Yunho seriously could not imagine anyone else that was as… erm, unique as Jaejoong. He peered over at the boy again as he fixed his glasses that were fogging from the heat of the noodles, the boy eating with small bites. It was a studied difference to how his friend was ploughing through his own meal.
The five boys sat through the rest of the hour in mostly companionable talk (or banter, as the case may have been), with only a few awkward silences at the differences in the ‘worlds’ that Yunho and his friends lived in compared to Jaejoong and Changmin. Five minutes before the hour, Jaejoong politely excused himself, making sure to explain that he had class across campus to get to. Changmin stood too, obviously ready to go with his friend. Yunho had the distinct impression that Changmin was not at all enamored with Yunho, which was strange given that he seemed to like Junsu and Yoochun well enough and Yunho thought himself far more normal and generally likeable then his two friends.
Never the less, Yunho smiled at them both as they left, promising to call Jaejoong soon to arrange a meeting so he could return the folder of notes he still had. Jaejoong returned his smile shyly as he left, looking back over his shoulder once when they exited the building.
“See, Youngwoong looks exactly like that, just without the glasses and the geekyness and with sexy clothes and… well, just generally much more sexy.” Yunho rambled to his friends as they left earshot, his eyes still on Jaejoong’s retreating back. “I mean, both of you are gay, you can’t tell me that skin is the gorgeously pale.” Yoochun fancied he could actually see big yellow stars rolling around in Yunho’s eyes. He snorted.
“And you call me a sad, small pathetic slug. Yunho, you’re besotted.” Yoochun diagnosed, waggling his finger at Yunho expressively. The taller turned to look at him, his face scrunched up in a half frown-half pout.
“Besotted?! With Youngwoong?” He repeated, full of denial.
“Well, actually, I can’t tell if you’re besotted with Youngwoong or Jaejoong.” Junsu put in mildly, and both of the others turned to look at him.
“With Jaejoong?!?” Yunho practically screeched, “Junsu, you’re delusional!”
Yoochun however gave Junsu an assessing look, and nodded.
“Hm… good call, Su.” He said, slinging an arm around his boyfriend. Junsu preened. “Which is it then, Yunho?” He asked his friend tauntingly. “Who are you really after?”
Yunho spluttered indignantly.
“Yoochun! How could you think…! Me - and Jaejoong?!” He exclaimed, shaking his head vigorously as if trying to dispel the very thought from his head. “Man, you know me! You should know I’d never go with someone like Jaejoong, of all people.” He said, eyes beseeching Yoochun. Surely his friend knew him better then that! “I know I said the playing field was a bit thin - but not that thin!”
“If you’d asked me a month ago, I’d have said never… but then Yunho, seriously, why are you even hanging out with the guy then?” Yoochun asked curiously, leaning over the table. “I meant to ask you last time when we met him at the bakery, but I forgot. This is hardly you. I don’t know why you even remember his name.” Yunho frowned at him.
“Hey! What do you mean by that?!” He exclaimed. Yoochun snorted, looking unimpressed.
“I mean - he’s a geekazoid, my friend. Of the highest degree. Yunho, that Shim has got to be one of the smartest kids in our college. And fair go… even he’s still got more social skills then your little mousy boy. The guy was about ready to melt into a puddle and squidge off into the sewers when you asked him over. He’s so… so… geeky.” Yoochun said, words failing him in his efforts to adequately express how he saw Jaejoong.
“He is kinda… weird, Yunho. He’s like one of those kids that spent all his lunchtimes in the science lab and did 50 page reports for fun at school.” Junsu added. “There was a few of those at my school… we used to call them the trogoldites.” He said with a giggle. Yoochun couldn’t help the bark of laugher that escaped him either.
Yunho frowned a little.
“He’s not that bad! And he’s not into science - he’s into history and culture and stuff. He’s a linguistics major.” He rebuffed, somehow wanting to stand up for Jaejoong, even if he actually had pretty much of the same opinion of the boy as Yoochun. His friend was giving him an incredulous look for his attempts at defending Jaejoong though.
“Uh, Yunho, that’s not much better. That just means he was a history geek. Instead of labs he’s got dusty books and a stutter.” Yoochun pointed out, and Yunho grimaced. He thought about seeing Jaejoong up in the freaky stacks area of the library, and how at home he seemed there. And the boy did stutter… more due to his excessive shyness and lack of self confidence then any particular speech impediment, but still.
“So seriously dude… I mean, if you’ve got your little sex kitten hottie at the club or whatever, why do you need Jaejoong? He might be cute under his coke bottles, but it doesn’t mean you have to hang out with him. He seems nice enough in his own geeky way, but hardly something for you to take notice of.” Yoochun asked pointedly, raising his eyebrows at Yunho in question. Yunho didn’t answer immediately, trying to think of the answer for himself first.
“Though, at least Jaejoong’s got the added bonus of being an actual human being.” Yoochun muttered out of the side of his mouth to Junsu, but Yunho caught it and snapped his head over to look at Yoochun, a deep frown in his forehead.
“What’s that meant to mean?!” He asked sharply. Yoochun sighed, sitting back in his chair and giving Yunho a disturbingly serious look.
“What it means is, you’ve known this Youngwoong guy for what, a few weeks now, fucked him a good number of times, and you still don’t even know his last name. Or where he lives, or what he does during the day, or even his phone number for that matter! And nobody but you seems to have met him. He’s never there when we go with you to the club, and nobody I ask has ever heard of him.” Yoochun said. These thoughts had slowly been building over the last two weeks, since Yunho had begun to blather on about Youngwoong. While it was funny to see his usually aloof friend so unusually besotted, Yoochun was actually starting to worry about Yunho a little. The whole situation was just too odd and obscure for him to let go of easily. The facts, to Yoochun, just didn’t add up properly.
“All I’m saying Yunho, is that I find it a bit odd that there’s Jaejoong here, that you’ve started hanging out with for utterly no reason I can discern at all, and then you’ve got your sexed up Youngwoong, who mysteriously pops up just happening to look exactly like Jaejoong, only minus the geek. I mean, tell me if someone else weren’t relating this whole thing to you that you wouldn’t find it totally off the wall.” Yoochun said with a sigh. Yunho was struck somewhat dumb by the onslaught, wondering where Yoochun had kept all of this, and how much he’d been thinking about it. Yoochun was very rarely completely serious, and very rarely meddled in Yunho’s life, long used to the way Yunho conducted his affairs. Gaping a little, he couldn’t think of anything to say. Yoochun sighed, sliding back his chair from the table and gathering his bag from the floor.
“C’mon Su, I’ll drive you home. Just think about it, Yunho.” Yoochun said solemnly. Junsu looked like he felt sorry for Yunho, giving him a sympathetic squeeze on his shoulder as he left the table, but he followed his boyfriend from the cafeteria area with only a soft ‘see you’.
Yunho was left alone at the table, deep in thought.
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Note: It’s almost 100% likely that they don’t actually sell Twix or Cherry Ripe or Picnic in Korean uni cafeterias, but what the hell. XD I’m not sure what sells where so, explanation - Twix is biscuit sticks with a soft caramel strip on top coated in chocolate. Cherry Ripe is like a sort of cherry mix rolled flatish and covered in chocolate. Picnic is wafer and peanuts, chocolate coated and is famous for looking ugly and lumpy. (But it’s yummy!) The bag that Junsu bought, I was thinking of the Cadbury ‘Chocettes', which are their chocolate bar flavours, made into small chocolate-coated balls and are bought in bags.
Aaaaand... cuz like, I haven't updated in ages...
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Thanks again to all my readers and commenters... You keep me writing on. ^_^ Grace Fallen #3 is still in the works, and getting loooonger and loooonger. *headdesk* Hopefully done soon! Only 2 major scenes to go. :D