Title:SonSaengNim Eyelashes 4
Title:SonSaengNim Eyelashes
Author: Suju_shinki
Length: 4/?
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: crackish, fluffiss angstish.
Rating: NC-17
drrunut drew this for me without even knowing that I was writing this fic! I just thought it was damn fitting so here it is 8D
Four
Yoochun was not surprised to find Junsu waiting for him in his apartment.
“Go home,” he said, dropping his bag on the floor next to the couch Junsu was lying on.
Junsu who hadn't heard Yoochun come in sat up, startled. “You scared me. God, be a little less creepy next time okay?”
“This is my house, I can be as creepy as I want to be.” Yoochun took off his coat and hung it on the back of a chair standing in his living room. Seeing that Junsu was making any attempt of leaving, Yoochun frowned in annoyance. He turned to his bedroom and didn't forget to slam the door shut as hard as he could.
Between him taking off his shirt and finding a new one, the door to his bedroom creaked open. When he turned around Junsu was standing right in front of him, staring at him. His hands slowly came up and cupped both of Yoochun's cheeks. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. And when Yoochun tried to look away, he tightened his hold. “I didn't mean it, what I said about your job.” He tried to pull up the corners of Yoochun's lips with his thumbs and Yoochun opened his mouth, biting them softly, before pulling Junsu's hands down and pushing him backwards, until his knees hit the bed.
Junsu grinned and wrapped his arms around Yoochun's neck pulling him down with him. They kissed and Yoochun let it happen. Not responding as eagerly as usual, but not pushing him away either. Junsu noticed.
“I meant it when I said I was sorry,” he said when they broke apart.
“You little manipulating bastard,” Yoochun sighed and pushed himself off the bed. “I know what you're doing. I'm not going to get you out of this. You're going to have to pull up your grades if you want to keep playing.”
“That's not what this is about!” Junsu said, but the word 'caught' was written all over his face.
“Then what is it all about?” Yoochun asked. “This morning you were calling me a freaking child molester and now you're here and you're sorry? Bull crap and you know it.”
“First of all, I never called you a child molester. Second of all, what kind of person doesn't even help his boyfriend out with something like this? This is my future we're talking about!”
“If you're that worried about your future I'd start studying if I were you. I'll help you, I'll tutor you, I'll get you tutors for subjects I can't help you with but I'm not going to let you take the easy way out.”
“In other words,” Junsu said and stood up from the bed, giving Yoochun his best glare, “I have the most worthless boyfriend in the world.”
“Or in other words, you're the most ungrateful brat in the whole world,” Yoochun said and watched Junsu's face flair up in anger. “Don't call me a brat!”
“Then don't act like one! You have to stop thinking you're the centre of the world, because you're not. Not everything is going to go the way you want it and it's useless to get mad and throw a fit everytime that happens.”
“Well, thank you for that life lesson, Sonsaengnim. And thank you for nothing too.” Junsu reached for the door but Yoochun slammed it shut before Junsu could even get there.
He ruffled up his hair in frustration, trying to calm himself down so he could at least get his point across. “I'm sorry,” he sighed. “I'm sorry I acted like that this morning, I shouldn't have tried to make you do stuff I want and you don't. Forget college for now, Junsu.”
Junsu looked at him, confused by the sudden soft tone.
“But if you're really serious about this soccer thing then you have to bring your grades up. That's out of my hands. The report cards have been printed and they're going to be sent to the board by your home room teacher.”
“But can't you talk to Shim Sonsaengmin? He's your friend! Won't he change it If you ask him too?” Junsu sounded desperate, but Yoochun wasn't budging.
“Yeah and that wouldn't be suspicious at all. You don't need that. I know you can get your grades up by yourself as long as you just try.”
Junsu's shoulders slumped and he went back and flopped down on the bed again. “You keep saying that, but what if I can't? What if I can't do it? I'm not smart like Yunho or all those others...”
Yoochun sat next to him and pulled him close. “You've been getting great grades in English and that was one of you worst subjects at the beginning of last year. I know you can do it with just a little help.”
“But what if I really can't do it?”
“You can.”
“But what if? What if by the next trimester I still haven't made it to a 65? I don't want to stop playing, hyung.”
“That's why we're going to try everything to get your average up to a 75.”
“You mean 65.”
“No, I mean 75. I don't care if we have to spend every free second studying for you to get to a 75 but I'm getting you there.”
Junsu nestled himself under Yoochun's arm and nuzzled his face in his the crook of his neck. “You're a dick, you know that?”
“Fuck you, child,” Yoochun scoffed and pushed him away gently. “I was going to take a shower before you came in here demanding me to throw away all I believe in as a teacher and being all Mister-I'm-17-years-old-and-you're-going-to-do-as-I-say. Such a funny boyfriend I have,” he sighed and got up from the bed again.
“A shower sounds nice right about now, “ Junsu agreed and took of his sweater and started unbuttoning his dress shirt. Yoochun looked at the time, wondering if they had time enough before Junsu had to leave for his practise. It was five thirty and Junsu had to be at practise at seven, which meant they had more than enough time.
“How about we skip the shower and just stay here, in bed?” Yoochun suggested before moving in on Junsu, and pushing him back against the bed, and pressing their bodies together. “Since you'll get disgusting disgusting during your practise, you'll have to shower afterwords anyway.”
“Sex under the shower, sex in bed, sex on the roof of a sky scraper, all the same if you ask me,” Junsu grinned.
That's when Yoochun remembered something. “Actually, maybe we shouldn't.” He rolled to one side of the bed and sat up.
“What?” Junsu asked, bewildered.
“The thing you said about me teaching kids how to sit on my cock stuck to me. That's how you said it right? I suppose I should stop doing that...” he looked back and saw Junsu looking at him with an unamused look on his face, he let out a whimper of displeasure before clamping his arms around Yoochun's back.
“When you say stuff like that it makes me worry,” Junsu mumbled.
“When you say stuff like that it makes me worry,” Yoochun said and turned around. “I suppose we both didn't mean it?”
“You have such old-guy lines you know that? Are we going to go at it or not?”
They went at it.