Title: Just Two Likeable Guys
Title: Just Two Likeable Guys
Author: suju_shinki
Length: Oneshot
Genre: Romance, fluffehness <3
Raiting: Pg-13
Summary: Yoochun is wearing black. Junsu is wearing a hanbok.
Yoochun hated himself for being there, for giving in once again. The people around weren't his kind of people and he didn't mingle well, no matter how much they wanted him to.
“You made it,” came a raspy voice from just two feet away and Yoochun looked up to me his eyes. His eyes.
And then he noticed what the kid was wearing.
“What's all this?” Yoochun asked, reaching over and twirling the yellow belt of Junsu's bright red and yellow hanbok between his fingers.
“It's the dress code for the festival. Don't you think it's cute?” he turned around in a circle, showing Yoochun the details of his costume.
“Ehm..yeah, sure,” Yoochun stammered out, thinking cute was the perfect word. Yoochun didn't know what to do with cute.
“Come on. Let's visit the stands.” Junsu took his hand and pulled him up from his motorbike, which he had been leaning on.
“Or you can go get dressed and we can leave,” Yoochun suggested. Junsu frowned and but didn't let go of his hand and didn't stop walking towards the busy football fields where the school's annual festival was held.
“This is what I came here in. I didn't bring any other clothes. And I'm not leaving yet.”
Yoochun guessed he wasn't leaving yet either.
He was happy to find out that he wasn't the only one not wearing a hanbok. Junsu's friends were all wearing them, probably agreed to it together too. They smiled at Yoochun, smiles that told him they were pleasantly surprised to see him there. Junsu told them he had invited him and someone pushed a can of coke in his hands. When he took a sip, he found out it wasn't coke.
Junsu took the can out of his hand and took a sip, before making a face. “Who gave you this?”
“I have no idea. All your friends look alike. They're like a big, happy...blob.”
Junsu seemed to be amused and pulled him away from the incessant chatter. “Let's go for a walk.”
Yoochun couldn't do anything but follow him anywhere he went. He was the reason he was there anyway. Putting his own reputation on the line-because god forbid any of his friends would find out he was at the freaking school festival- to please this one happy-go-lucky classmate of his. Sure, he admitted that Junsu was a bit more than a classmate. He wouldn't be there right now if he wasn't.
They had started hanging three months ago when Junsu's bicycle had a flat tire and Yoochun offered him a ride home since he really didn't have anything else to do that afternoon. They found out they didn't live that far from each other and the next day Yoochun gave Junsu a ride again. And every day after that.
His friends had asked him what the hell he was doing with mister Sunshine all the time and Yoochun just waved it off as nothing. But it wasn't nothing. They had kissed for the first time two weeks ago and again three days later, Junsu had gotten mad when he heard a rumour that Yoochun be dating some girl outside of school and Yoochun felt guilty when he didn't manage to call him like he always did at night. Yoochun hated it, hated how his freedom was getting taken away little by little. Even so, he knew he wouldn't give it up for the world.
“Aren't you hot? Wearing all that black?” Junsu asked as they passed a stand that sold dumplings. “I would never wear black in summer.”
“Instead you choose to wear what looks like a dress.”
“It's traditional!”
“Don't badmouth my clothes and I won't diss yours.”
Junsu was right actually. The sun was burning onto Yoochun's back, covered in a scorch black tee. Sweat was pricking in his neck and his hair sticking to it.
When they got to the end of the field and their school came into sight, Junsu suggested they go and cool off inside. Yoochun agreed, not really expecting the school to be actually open, because why would it? Everyone, including the teacher were outside at the festival. He was surprised to find the door wide open.
“One of the teachers is probably inside,” Junsu said. They were hit with a wave of cool air when they entered the main hallway. Junsu lead them to the cafeteria and sat down. It was quiet, except for the humming air conditioning.
Yoochun looked at Junsu's face, noted that his red hair was sticking to the side of his face and that the hanbok had gotten a bit ruffled, leaving more of his neck, shoulder and chest uncovered than before.
“Aren't you wearing anything under that thing?” Yoochun asked, his eyes trailing down into the-now- low cut slit.
“Why would I? It's too hot,” Junsu shrugged. “You know, we need to talk.”
“Oh, yeah? What about?” Yoochun wasn't surprised. It would have been to good to be true if Junsu had just lead them into their abandoned school to -I don't know- make out or something. Because god forbid Yoochun get any before his high school career was over.
“I want to talk about, you know, why we kissed. Those two times.”
“What's there to talk about, Junsu? We felt like kissing so we did. That's why.”
“You know it's not that simple. I like you. A lot, Yoochun. I like you a lot.” He reached over the table for his hand and Yoochun watched as he intertwined their fingers.
“Of course you do,” he said, squeezing his hand. “I'm a likeable guy....and so are you.”
Junsu smiled and Yoochun was happy he had pulled it off. Happy he had said what he wanted to without Junsu hearing his thundering heart beat and without him fainting from the rush of blood flowing to his head.
Happy...was an understatement. The effect this red haired, hanbok wearing, goofy eyed kid had on him got painfully clear and Yoochun planned on wearing a red shirt tomorrow.
Junsu got up from his seat and sat next to him, kissing the corner of his mouth. Yoochun turned his head and answered Junsu's kiss with his own.
He planned on wearing the only red shirt he had tomorrow.
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well...that was random 8D just missed my high school yoosu that's all. Hope you enjoy and comment~