Sonsaengnim Eyelashes 13
Title:SonSaengNim Eyelashes
Author: Suju_shinki
Length: 13/15
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: crackish, fluffiss angstish.
Rating: NC-17
Thirteen
Getting Junsu to call text his mother and tell her he was staying at a friend’s house took about an hour and getting him to fall asleep two more. Junsu’s mother kept calling, until Yoochun decided to turn Junsu’s phone off. He was exhausted when he lay down next to Junsu and buried his face in a pillow. Dating a teenager turned out to be much much more troublesome than he thought it would be. He wondered how in two days time they went from having animal sex to being the crying messes they were that night.
No matter how tired he was, Yoochun only started dozing off when morning came and it was time to get ready for work.
He contemplated calling in sick to do himselfand his students a favour for a day and decided to do so when he saw Junsu’s face. It still had traces of dried tears on it and Yoochun couldn’t imagine him going to school like nothing had happened.
Yoochun finally fell asleep and woke up a few hours later when he felt something heavy drop onto his chest. When he blinked open his eyes he was greeted with the crown of Junsu’s head. Yoochun lifted his hand and softly caressed Junsu’s hair. Junsu answered him with soft whimpers. Yoochun rested his hand on his forehead and found it hotter than usual.
“You got too worked up yesterday, you got yourself a fever,” he said softly. “I’ll go out and get you some fever medicine.”
Junsu froze on his spot for a few seconds before he got off of Yoochun’s chest and turned on his side, back facing him. He rolled up in a ball and Yoochun hoped with all his heart that he wasn’t crying again.
“Come on, you can’t stay like this,” Yoochun said, wrapping his arms around the little ball. “I’ll make you breakfast. Anything you want.”
When he didn’t get an answer he sighed and got out of bed. “When I come back I want to see you showered and changed into other clothes,” he said as he pulled on pants. “I’m just going to the pharmacy and back. Do you want anything?”
After a long silence Yoochun thought he wasn’t going to get an answer anymore, but as he was about to leave the bed room a croaky: “Orange juice,” came out of Junsu’s mouth, making Yoochun sigh again, this time out of relieve.
Yoochun went out to get what they needed and when he came back he found Junsu sitting on the couch with his knees pulled to his chest and the TV on. His hair was wet which meant he had showered and he was wearing pyjama bottoms and a t shirt out of Yoochun’s closet.
Yoochun leaned over him from behind and put his hand on his forehead. “You’re still warm.” He put the bag down on the coffee table and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water for the medicine.
He held up one of the pills and Junsu glared at it.
“Take it,” Yoochun pushed.
“I don’t want it,” Junsu said, looking away and staring at the TV intently. His voice sounded huskier than usual.
“Why not? You like being sick?” Yoochun asked and put a hand on Junsu’s knee. “Just drink it.”
“It’s nasty.”
“It’ll make you feel better.”
“But it tastes like chalk!”
“And when have you tasted chalk?”
“…When I was little.”
“Poor you,” Yoochun chuckled. “How about you down it with orange juice? I bet it’ll taste better then.” He drank the water in the glass he had brought and opened the carton of juice he had just bought.
Junsu hesitantly opened his mouth and Yoochun dropped the small white pill in. He handed him the glass of orange juice and Junsu gulped it up. When it was gone he made a face and shook his head. “Still nasty.”
“Want another me to pour you another glass?”
Junsu nodded and Yoochun poured another glass of orange juice for him. “Anything you want to eat?”
Junsu shook his head quietly as he sipped his juice.
“Think about it. I’m going to take a quick shower.”
During his shower Yoochun felt a bit lighter than he felt when he just woke up. Junsu seemed more controlled than the night before and it gave him new hope for what was to come.
When he came out he saw that Junsu had gotten a thick blanket out of the bedroom and was cuddled up in it on the couch. Yoochun wanted to join him, but not before he had his coffee fix.
“Have you decided on what you want to eat?” he asked him and Junsu nodded. He opened his mouth to answer but what came out were only scrapes of his throat and a very awkward squeak.
“Did you lose your voice?” he asked amusedly and Junsu looked away. Yoochun laughed and went to the kitchen to see if he had any throat candy left. He found a couple and put them on the coffee table. “Suck on those for now and I’m going to guess what you want to eat. Pizza?”
Junsu shook his head.
“Chicken?”
Another shake.
“Ramen?”
That wasn’t it.
Yoochun realized that this could go much faster and got a note book and a pen. Junsu scribbled on it and gave it back.
Hitsumabushi.
“And where am I supposed to find that?”
He shrugged.
Yoochun had called four Japanese restaurants until he finally found one that had the dish and was able to deliver it to his house. Only downside was that it was going to cost him close to a hundred bucks, but he kept that pain to himself.
It was almost four o’clock when their food finally came. They hadn’t talked about the night before in the meantime-well they hadn’t talked about much at all because of Junsu’s throat problem- and Yoochun guessed it was best to wait for him to bring it up himself. He was under enough pressure as it was and Yoochun didn’t want to make anything worse.
They ate on the couch, under the covers and when Junsu hummed in approval and graced his lips over his cheek in a not so accidental kiss Yoochun was satisfied. It was the first time they ever ate in silence and now that Yoochun thought about it, it was the first time they ever ate lunch together too. They always had late meals or very early ones. Yoochun wanted to have lunch together more often, but doubted the possibility if Junsu decided on a soccer career. He kept the thought to himself and continued eating.
It was easy for Junsu to stay at Yoochun’s place until late that night, because with the extra tutoring he didn’t get out of school until seven and with soccer practise after that he didn’t come home until ten. The only question now was whether Junsu was going to go to soccer practise or not.
Changmin and Jaejoong had called him couple of times that day and even offered to come over but Yoochun declined their offers. It wasn’t hard to convince them he was sick since he was still feeling tired and his voice had gotten hoarse too.
Changmin even mentioned Junsu’s absence in school but it didn’t go any further than that.
“Do you want me to wash your soccer uniform and put in the dryer?” he asked when they were done eating and Yoochun was clearing their plates.
Junsu shook his head and sunk into the covers more. Yoochun left it at that and washed the dishes. When he came back and joined his boyfriend on the couch again, Junsu leaned against him and put his head on Yoochun’s shoulder.
“I don’t think I’m going to need it anymore.” It was soft, it was hoarse, but it was there.
Yoochun kissed his forehead and told him to think about his decision some more, but it would be a lie if he said that those words hadn’t taken a chunk out of the load on his chest.
Author: Suju_shinki
Length: 13/15
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: crackish, fluffiss angstish.
Rating: NC-17
Thirteen
Getting Junsu to call text his mother and tell her he was staying at a friend’s house took about an hour and getting him to fall asleep two more. Junsu’s mother kept calling, until Yoochun decided to turn Junsu’s phone off. He was exhausted when he lay down next to Junsu and buried his face in a pillow. Dating a teenager turned out to be much much more troublesome than he thought it would be. He wondered how in two days time they went from having animal sex to being the crying messes they were that night.
No matter how tired he was, Yoochun only started dozing off when morning came and it was time to get ready for work.
He contemplated calling in sick to do himselfand his students a favour for a day and decided to do so when he saw Junsu’s face. It still had traces of dried tears on it and Yoochun couldn’t imagine him going to school like nothing had happened.
Yoochun finally fell asleep and woke up a few hours later when he felt something heavy drop onto his chest. When he blinked open his eyes he was greeted with the crown of Junsu’s head. Yoochun lifted his hand and softly caressed Junsu’s hair. Junsu answered him with soft whimpers. Yoochun rested his hand on his forehead and found it hotter than usual.
“You got too worked up yesterday, you got yourself a fever,” he said softly. “I’ll go out and get you some fever medicine.”
Junsu froze on his spot for a few seconds before he got off of Yoochun’s chest and turned on his side, back facing him. He rolled up in a ball and Yoochun hoped with all his heart that he wasn’t crying again.
“Come on, you can’t stay like this,” Yoochun said, wrapping his arms around the little ball. “I’ll make you breakfast. Anything you want.”
When he didn’t get an answer he sighed and got out of bed. “When I come back I want to see you showered and changed into other clothes,” he said as he pulled on pants. “I’m just going to the pharmacy and back. Do you want anything?”
After a long silence Yoochun thought he wasn’t going to get an answer anymore, but as he was about to leave the bed room a croaky: “Orange juice,” came out of Junsu’s mouth, making Yoochun sigh again, this time out of relieve.
Yoochun went out to get what they needed and when he came back he found Junsu sitting on the couch with his knees pulled to his chest and the TV on. His hair was wet which meant he had showered and he was wearing pyjama bottoms and a t shirt out of Yoochun’s closet.
Yoochun leaned over him from behind and put his hand on his forehead. “You’re still warm.” He put the bag down on the coffee table and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water for the medicine.
He held up one of the pills and Junsu glared at it.
“Take it,” Yoochun pushed.
“I don’t want it,” Junsu said, looking away and staring at the TV intently. His voice sounded huskier than usual.
“Why not? You like being sick?” Yoochun asked and put a hand on Junsu’s knee. “Just drink it.”
“It’s nasty.”
“It’ll make you feel better.”
“But it tastes like chalk!”
“And when have you tasted chalk?”
“…When I was little.”
“Poor you,” Yoochun chuckled. “How about you down it with orange juice? I bet it’ll taste better then.” He drank the water in the glass he had brought and opened the carton of juice he had just bought.
Junsu hesitantly opened his mouth and Yoochun dropped the small white pill in. He handed him the glass of orange juice and Junsu gulped it up. When it was gone he made a face and shook his head. “Still nasty.”
“Want another me to pour you another glass?”
Junsu nodded and Yoochun poured another glass of orange juice for him. “Anything you want to eat?”
Junsu shook his head quietly as he sipped his juice.
“Think about it. I’m going to take a quick shower.”
During his shower Yoochun felt a bit lighter than he felt when he just woke up. Junsu seemed more controlled than the night before and it gave him new hope for what was to come.
When he came out he saw that Junsu had gotten a thick blanket out of the bedroom and was cuddled up in it on the couch. Yoochun wanted to join him, but not before he had his coffee fix.
“Have you decided on what you want to eat?” he asked him and Junsu nodded. He opened his mouth to answer but what came out were only scrapes of his throat and a very awkward squeak.
“Did you lose your voice?” he asked amusedly and Junsu looked away. Yoochun laughed and went to the kitchen to see if he had any throat candy left. He found a couple and put them on the coffee table. “Suck on those for now and I’m going to guess what you want to eat. Pizza?”
Junsu shook his head.
“Chicken?”
Another shake.
“Ramen?”
That wasn’t it.
Yoochun realized that this could go much faster and got a note book and a pen. Junsu scribbled on it and gave it back.
Hitsumabushi.
“And where am I supposed to find that?”
He shrugged.
Yoochun had called four Japanese restaurants until he finally found one that had the dish and was able to deliver it to his house. Only downside was that it was going to cost him close to a hundred bucks, but he kept that pain to himself.
It was almost four o’clock when their food finally came. They hadn’t talked about the night before in the meantime-well they hadn’t talked about much at all because of Junsu’s throat problem- and Yoochun guessed it was best to wait for him to bring it up himself. He was under enough pressure as it was and Yoochun didn’t want to make anything worse.
They ate on the couch, under the covers and when Junsu hummed in approval and graced his lips over his cheek in a not so accidental kiss Yoochun was satisfied. It was the first time they ever ate in silence and now that Yoochun thought about it, it was the first time they ever ate lunch together too. They always had late meals or very early ones. Yoochun wanted to have lunch together more often, but doubted the possibility if Junsu decided on a soccer career. He kept the thought to himself and continued eating.
It was easy for Junsu to stay at Yoochun’s place until late that night, because with the extra tutoring he didn’t get out of school until seven and with soccer practise after that he didn’t come home until ten. The only question now was whether Junsu was going to go to soccer practise or not.
Changmin and Jaejoong had called him couple of times that day and even offered to come over but Yoochun declined their offers. It wasn’t hard to convince them he was sick since he was still feeling tired and his voice had gotten hoarse too.
Changmin even mentioned Junsu’s absence in school but it didn’t go any further than that.
“Do you want me to wash your soccer uniform and put in the dryer?” he asked when they were done eating and Yoochun was clearing their plates.
Junsu shook his head and sunk into the covers more. Yoochun left it at that and washed the dishes. When he came back and joined his boyfriend on the couch again, Junsu leaned against him and put his head on Yoochun’s shoulder.
“I don’t think I’m going to need it anymore.” It was soft, it was hoarse, but it was there.
Yoochun kissed his forehead and told him to think about his decision some more, but it would be a lie if he said that those words hadn’t taken a chunk out of the load on his chest.