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Title: Be My Antidote, Even if it Doesn't Last
Author: me~
Pairing: Taecsu and slight Khunyoung
Rating: PG
Summary: Junsu is a damaged prince and Taecyeon is the lovely prince in this childhood fairytale.
A/N: Thank you woocheeks for beta-ing~ and my other friend who doesn't have an LJ .-.
Junsu spreads out onto the hill and looks up at the sky. He sighs to himself and his phone vibrates in his pocket.
[Taecyeon]
Where r u? Ur rents called mine and they r both freaking out….
[Junsu]
Im just at the hill….tell them to chill out
It’s not seconds later when his phone vibrates in his hands.
[Taecyeon]
I’m coming…..thats the only way they’ll stop freaking,
Junsu looks out at the fading sun and sort of hopes time would just move a little slower. He’s sitting on a hill far away from everything just watching the yellows and reds of the sky as the sun sets. His mind can’t help but travel. It can’t help, but look back at the memories he’s tried to lock up. It’s the same old childhood love story. The princess get’s saved by the prince; except, and Junsu snorts, the princess happens to be a prince too. His eyes start to droop and he falls asleep.
He was running away. All of his childhood life he was running away. This time it wasn’t pressure chasing after him or even fear. It was two (or three he doesn’t remember) kids chasing after him. He can’t even remember what he did; he probably just looked at the other wrong. All he knows is he has to run.
“You better stop,” one of them shouted. He doesn’t have to stop because fate decides for him. It’s in the form of a rock, which he just had to trip over. He grabbed his scraped knee and he knew it was no use running anymore. He just turned over and tried to get some sympathy as they ran closer.
“Aw, you got a little scratch,” one of the boys laughed. There are four, not two. The one who just spoke was the leader, the one who always finds a way to torment Junsu. He doesn’t remember doing anything wrong.
“What did I do?” he asked. He knew it was in vain, because they don’t want him to know. If he doesn’t know then he’ll keep doing the same thing over and over.
The leader smirked and then there is a bat in his hand. He never noticed the bat, maybe he could have started running again. Now all he can do is try to wriggle away as three of them hold him down. The leader gave one last smile and then the bat comes down hard on Junsu’s stomach. He can’t breathe and he feels like he has to throw up. The other three’s hold on him gets tighter.
They hit him all over and all he could do was scream. The louder he yelled the harder the next hit was. He heard the bat hit the ground and took it as a signal to open his eyes. Instead, there is a punch right to his face and he was coughing up blood. He started to cry as everyone was laughing.
Not even a minute later was the laughter stopped so abruptly. The holds on him are lifted and all he does is go to clutch his stomach. He was closing his eyes tight; he couldn’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears.
There was a light touch on his shoulder. He was not going to open his eyes and he was never opening them again. He wanted to drift away somewhere else, just get away from here.
“Are you okay?” the voice was so sad and worried. He doesn’t reply and the boy shook him harder. Could he not figure out that hurt him more? “Mom! MOM!” That was the last thing Junsu heard as the pain got too much for him.
When he woke up, he was in the hospital. Everyone kept asking, but he won’t tell anyone who did it to him. His mom cried by his side every night until almost all his physical scars were healed. He won’t talk at all, he just wanted to get out and leave. This life was already too much for him. He learned the boy who saved him was Ok Taecyeon.; his family just moved in. He was found in the woods behind the boy’s house. Everyone told him how grateful he should be.
He’s grateful, sure he’s grateful.
It’s not as if he didn’t want them to beat him to death, it can’t be like that. He’s an eleven-year-old boy; they don’t have thoughts like those.
His first week back at school is like any other week. No one cared about a single thing he did. Nobody said welcome back, or how are you doing. The teacher just told him the new seating arrangements when he entered. If he jumped out the window he’s sitting by no one would even think, oh Junsu just died.
No one cared.
Only on his second week back at school does anything change. He was sitting outside eating lunch like always. He was not into sitting in the cafeteria alone looking like a loser, even if he was one.
Some boy was running outside passed by him. Their eyes connect for a second, letting the boy show off his goofy smile with too big teeth. Then the boy continued on his way and Junsu looked in the opposite direction. Some girl was chasing after him with an even bigger smile. She ignored Junsu. He just bit into his sandwich and watched as the grass grew.
It’s his third week back at school and he was sitting at the same spot outside. A few minutes later, the boy he saw running last week came by again. He was still running, but this time he waves at Junsu when he passed by. Junsu ignored it and he can’t tell if the other cares; it doesn’t matter anyways. The boy is gone and so is his sandwich. He got up and went back inside to roam around the school until lunch ended.
Whether it was the fourth, sixth, or tenth week since he’s been back at school, during lunch the same boy passed by every day. It started to annoy Junsu because sometimes the boy was not even being chased and sometimes he was just walking.
On the eleventh week, his annoyance gets the best of him, “What are you freaking doing?”
“I’m just walking by,” the boy smiled and stopped.
“You’re not doing it now,” Junsu doesn’t want him to act like they’re friends. He doesn’t want him to sit down and for them to talk. He wanted to eat in peace.
“Well, I wanted to say hi. You never said anything though, I didn’t want to be annoying,” the boy sat down next to him.
“You did a bad job of it.”
“Of what?”
“Of not being annoying,” Junsu rolled his eyes, “and you’re still being annoying. Go away.”
The boy gave him scrunched eyebrows, “But you seem so lonely.”
“Well, I’m not,” Junsu goes back to eating his sandwich. He realized he was being stared at and after a while, he began to seethe at the ground. “What!”
“Your name is Junsu, right?” the boy smiled and Junsu did nothing but glare. “My name’s Taecyeon.” For one second Junsu realized that he was talking to the boy who saved him. He should say he’s very grateful.
“Whatever,” he went back to his sandwich.
He hated how it had become Taecyeon’s habit to come sit next to him every day at lunch. The boy was always trying to get Junsu to talk and after he finally understood that Junsu doesn’t want to speak, he just talked at him.
“Can you believe I’m getting detention? All I did was push Sunkyu away from me, and it wasn’t even my fault! She was the one trying to kiss me. I hate Mr. Kim so-”
“Why don’t you have a lunch,” Junsu interrupted because he doesn’t want to hear about the boy’s detentions.
“I’m a year lower then you,” Taecyeon grinned, “I’m in recess right now.”
Junsu stared at him, “How do you know when to go back?”
“I just go back whenever you finish,” Taecyeon beamed and Junsu couldn’t stop gaping at him. “It’s Mr. Kim again though! He says if I’m late for the end of recess, again I’m getting a detention. What is that?”
Junsu didn’t reply and perhaps he should have told Taecyeon to leave and not be late, but he didn’t.
Slowly Taecyeon stopped becoming as much of an annoyance to Junsu. He was still annoying, but he was starting to be able to hold conversation with the other.
“My father is going to kill me with how many detentions I’m getting. It’s all Mr. Kim’s fault; he never lets me get a word in!”
"What did you even do,” Junsu asked. It’s not as if he cares, but the way he kept complaining about it was getting annoying.
“I keep pushing people away from me is all.”
“Maybe you should stop pushing people.” He doesn’t know how Taecyeon didn’t come up with this on his own.
Taecyeon sighed, “That’s what Mr. Kim says but I can’t.” His whiny voice was annoying, very annoying. “They keep trying to hug me and kiss me when I say no. I push them away and then they start crying, it’s not my fault!” Junsu couldn’t help that he started laughing, because it was just too funny. “I just don’t want a kiss.”
Junsu calmed down after a minute and bit into his sandwich; Taecyeon stared at him. He has never liked it when the boy did that. “What?”
“Have you ever kissed someone?”
Junsu sputtered and he didn’t know why he did. He thought it was because Taecyeon was looking at him so interested. “What!”
“Can you tell me why they want to kiss me? I don’t know! If I knew I could find a way to get them to stop.”
“No,” Junsu said and Taecyeon continued to stare at him, “What? No I haven’t!” He doesn’t understand when the other got closer and closer. He glanced at his sandwich to avoid how awkwardly close they are. Then he looked back to tell Taecyeon to move the heck away. His lips are occupied with different things as Taecyeon kissed him lightly. It’s awkward and they bump noses as it went on. Still, it made Junsu’s heart thump in his chest and his sandwich dropped from his hands to the grass.
“I understand,” Taecyeon said when he broke the kiss. Junsu was breathing too hard and his brain was too out of order to ask him what. “Kissing…is nice?” Junsu agreed, he wholeheartedly agreed.
Everyday after that, Taecyeon kissed him whenever he sees him. It’s only when he came over during his recess and Junsu’s lunch, but it was still embarrassing every time. One day after they kiss Taecyeon smiled and took his hand. They head out to the playground and the teacher on guard didn’t seem to notice. Junsu fits in more than Taecyeon with his tall lanky body.
They went over to some boy, who was sitting on the ground drawing something with a stick in the dirt. Taecyeon crouched down next to him and said something. The boy looked at him and then back at Taec. He got up and dusted off his pants before he offered his hand to Junsu.
“I’m Wooyoung,” he greeted.
Junsu looked at his hand for a minute before shaking it, “Junsu.”
There was a new transfer student from America in his class; and he may know two languages but Korean isn’t one of them. He was as awkward as Junsu and he can tell when the class surrounded the boy he’s uncomfortable. When they are about to go to lunch Junsu had to use the best of his English ability to say ‘come with me.’ The boy, his name was something along the lines of Khun, followed him.
Taecyeon was outside with Wooyoung, who had started to come out every day. Taecyeon sat up straight away when Wooyoung’s face turned into surprise. He went over to Junsu and kissed him lightly before his eyes widened.
“Is he new? He doesn’t look familiar…” Taecyeon asked.
“He transferred from America,” Junsu smiled as Khun managed to catch up. The boy looked between them and something is said in English. Taecyeon beamed and said something Junsu couldn’t understand. As they start a conversation in a foreign tongue, Junsu joined Wooyoung on the grass.
“What is his name?” Wooyoung questioned, looking at the two in front of them.
“Khun,” Junsu replied.
“Khun.” Wooyoung repeated.
“Why you kiss Taec every day?” Khun asked when they’re outside again. The boy’s Korean has improved after a while but it’s still choppy.
Taecyeon frowned, “I already answered that.” Junsu looked at him, wanting to know how the other answered it, because he wasn’t sure he knew how.
“I want know…why Junsu lets you,” Khun said. Junsu sort of stared at him and noticed the boy’s hand clenched around Wooyoung’s. The other was looking away but there was clearly red on his ears.
“Why do you hold Wooyoung’s hand?” Junsu questioned. Wooyoung snapped his head up and bit his lip, glaring at Junsu. Taecyeon had to translate it and Khun lifted up the hand he was holding and said something.
“He says ‘I don’t know,’” Taecyeon translated.
“Same for me.” Nichkhun smiled when Taecyeon explained it.
Usually he never saw Taecyeon in the morning because he always got there late as possible. Yet, for some reason, these days he doesn’t feel like doing that. He was waking up earlier and his parents seem happy to get him to school without having to rush to be on time.
He waved bye to his father before walking through the school doors. Nobody looks or cares, at least nobody important. As he walked farther up Taecyeon saw him as he talked to Wooyoung and some other kid. Taecyeon immediately smiled and came running over.
Taecyeon kissed him directly on the lips.
Everybody gasped.
When he went to see Taecyeon outside the same day, the boy was looking at the ground. Wooyoung was saying things to him and Taecyeon was not answering. When Wooyoung saw them, he came running over to hug Nichkhun. He was shaking and his eyes were wet with unshed tears. Junsu went over to Taecyeon while Khun held Wooyoung tightly.
"What,” Junsu asked; he sat down next to him and covered his hands over the others.
“He’s telling my father,” Taecyeon’s voice was shaky. “Some girl shouted out I kissed you and Mr. Kim slapped me on the cheek. He shouted ‘guys don’t kiss guys, guys don’t date guys, guys don’t love guys.’” On the last words, Taecyeon was crying and Junsu hugged him tightly to his chest.
If Taecyeon helped him so much in the past, this was the least Junsu can do.
Taecyeon shakes his shoulders and Junsu is wide-awake. Taecyeon is smiling; the exact same way he used to when they were kids. The difference is the next thing he does is sit back; not kiss him.
“It’s really peaceful here,” Taecyeon stretches out next to him.
“Too peaceful,” Junsu replies, “Khun and Wooyoung didn’t come?”
“They’re on a date or whatever,” Taecyeon snorts, “I doubt they’d want to be interrupted.” Junsu closes his eyes again; he wants to go back to sleep.
End A/N: At the point where Nichkhun first talks to Taecyeon, he asks something along of "why" and Taecyeon says he loves Junsu....I just had to include this because that's what came to my mind while writing, you could think something else ^.^
If you have any questions ask!
Author: me~
Pairing: Taecsu and slight Khunyoung
Rating: PG
Summary: Junsu is a damaged prince and Taecyeon is the lovely prince in this childhood fairytale.
A/N: Thank you woocheeks for beta-ing~ and my other friend who doesn't have an LJ .-.
Junsu spreads out onto the hill and looks up at the sky. He sighs to himself and his phone vibrates in his pocket.
[Taecyeon]
Where r u? Ur rents called mine and they r both freaking out….
[Junsu]
Im just at the hill….tell them to chill out
It’s not seconds later when his phone vibrates in his hands.
[Taecyeon]
I’m coming…..thats the only way they’ll stop freaking,
Junsu looks out at the fading sun and sort of hopes time would just move a little slower. He’s sitting on a hill far away from everything just watching the yellows and reds of the sky as the sun sets. His mind can’t help but travel. It can’t help, but look back at the memories he’s tried to lock up. It’s the same old childhood love story. The princess get’s saved by the prince; except, and Junsu snorts, the princess happens to be a prince too. His eyes start to droop and he falls asleep.
He was running away. All of his childhood life he was running away. This time it wasn’t pressure chasing after him or even fear. It was two (or three he doesn’t remember) kids chasing after him. He can’t even remember what he did; he probably just looked at the other wrong. All he knows is he has to run.
“You better stop,” one of them shouted. He doesn’t have to stop because fate decides for him. It’s in the form of a rock, which he just had to trip over. He grabbed his scraped knee and he knew it was no use running anymore. He just turned over and tried to get some sympathy as they ran closer.
“Aw, you got a little scratch,” one of the boys laughed. There are four, not two. The one who just spoke was the leader, the one who always finds a way to torment Junsu. He doesn’t remember doing anything wrong.
“What did I do?” he asked. He knew it was in vain, because they don’t want him to know. If he doesn’t know then he’ll keep doing the same thing over and over.
The leader smirked and then there is a bat in his hand. He never noticed the bat, maybe he could have started running again. Now all he can do is try to wriggle away as three of them hold him down. The leader gave one last smile and then the bat comes down hard on Junsu’s stomach. He can’t breathe and he feels like he has to throw up. The other three’s hold on him gets tighter.
They hit him all over and all he could do was scream. The louder he yelled the harder the next hit was. He heard the bat hit the ground and took it as a signal to open his eyes. Instead, there is a punch right to his face and he was coughing up blood. He started to cry as everyone was laughing.
Not even a minute later was the laughter stopped so abruptly. The holds on him are lifted and all he does is go to clutch his stomach. He was closing his eyes tight; he couldn’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears.
There was a light touch on his shoulder. He was not going to open his eyes and he was never opening them again. He wanted to drift away somewhere else, just get away from here.
“Are you okay?” the voice was so sad and worried. He doesn’t reply and the boy shook him harder. Could he not figure out that hurt him more? “Mom! MOM!” That was the last thing Junsu heard as the pain got too much for him.
When he woke up, he was in the hospital. Everyone kept asking, but he won’t tell anyone who did it to him. His mom cried by his side every night until almost all his physical scars were healed. He won’t talk at all, he just wanted to get out and leave. This life was already too much for him. He learned the boy who saved him was Ok Taecyeon.; his family just moved in. He was found in the woods behind the boy’s house. Everyone told him how grateful he should be.
He’s grateful, sure he’s grateful.
It’s not as if he didn’t want them to beat him to death, it can’t be like that. He’s an eleven-year-old boy; they don’t have thoughts like those.
His first week back at school is like any other week. No one cared about a single thing he did. Nobody said welcome back, or how are you doing. The teacher just told him the new seating arrangements when he entered. If he jumped out the window he’s sitting by no one would even think, oh Junsu just died.
No one cared.
Only on his second week back at school does anything change. He was sitting outside eating lunch like always. He was not into sitting in the cafeteria alone looking like a loser, even if he was one.
Some boy was running outside passed by him. Their eyes connect for a second, letting the boy show off his goofy smile with too big teeth. Then the boy continued on his way and Junsu looked in the opposite direction. Some girl was chasing after him with an even bigger smile. She ignored Junsu. He just bit into his sandwich and watched as the grass grew.
It’s his third week back at school and he was sitting at the same spot outside. A few minutes later, the boy he saw running last week came by again. He was still running, but this time he waves at Junsu when he passed by. Junsu ignored it and he can’t tell if the other cares; it doesn’t matter anyways. The boy is gone and so is his sandwich. He got up and went back inside to roam around the school until lunch ended.
Whether it was the fourth, sixth, or tenth week since he’s been back at school, during lunch the same boy passed by every day. It started to annoy Junsu because sometimes the boy was not even being chased and sometimes he was just walking.
On the eleventh week, his annoyance gets the best of him, “What are you freaking doing?”
“I’m just walking by,” the boy smiled and stopped.
“You’re not doing it now,” Junsu doesn’t want him to act like they’re friends. He doesn’t want him to sit down and for them to talk. He wanted to eat in peace.
“Well, I wanted to say hi. You never said anything though, I didn’t want to be annoying,” the boy sat down next to him.
“You did a bad job of it.”
“Of what?”
“Of not being annoying,” Junsu rolled his eyes, “and you’re still being annoying. Go away.”
The boy gave him scrunched eyebrows, “But you seem so lonely.”
“Well, I’m not,” Junsu goes back to eating his sandwich. He realized he was being stared at and after a while, he began to seethe at the ground. “What!”
“Your name is Junsu, right?” the boy smiled and Junsu did nothing but glare. “My name’s Taecyeon.” For one second Junsu realized that he was talking to the boy who saved him. He should say he’s very grateful.
“Whatever,” he went back to his sandwich.
He hated how it had become Taecyeon’s habit to come sit next to him every day at lunch. The boy was always trying to get Junsu to talk and after he finally understood that Junsu doesn’t want to speak, he just talked at him.
“Can you believe I’m getting detention? All I did was push Sunkyu away from me, and it wasn’t even my fault! She was the one trying to kiss me. I hate Mr. Kim so-”
“Why don’t you have a lunch,” Junsu interrupted because he doesn’t want to hear about the boy’s detentions.
“I’m a year lower then you,” Taecyeon grinned, “I’m in recess right now.”
Junsu stared at him, “How do you know when to go back?”
“I just go back whenever you finish,” Taecyeon beamed and Junsu couldn’t stop gaping at him. “It’s Mr. Kim again though! He says if I’m late for the end of recess, again I’m getting a detention. What is that?”
Junsu didn’t reply and perhaps he should have told Taecyeon to leave and not be late, but he didn’t.
Slowly Taecyeon stopped becoming as much of an annoyance to Junsu. He was still annoying, but he was starting to be able to hold conversation with the other.
“My father is going to kill me with how many detentions I’m getting. It’s all Mr. Kim’s fault; he never lets me get a word in!”
"What did you even do,” Junsu asked. It’s not as if he cares, but the way he kept complaining about it was getting annoying.
“I keep pushing people away from me is all.”
“Maybe you should stop pushing people.” He doesn’t know how Taecyeon didn’t come up with this on his own.
Taecyeon sighed, “That’s what Mr. Kim says but I can’t.” His whiny voice was annoying, very annoying. “They keep trying to hug me and kiss me when I say no. I push them away and then they start crying, it’s not my fault!” Junsu couldn’t help that he started laughing, because it was just too funny. “I just don’t want a kiss.”
Junsu calmed down after a minute and bit into his sandwich; Taecyeon stared at him. He has never liked it when the boy did that. “What?”
“Have you ever kissed someone?”
Junsu sputtered and he didn’t know why he did. He thought it was because Taecyeon was looking at him so interested. “What!”
“Can you tell me why they want to kiss me? I don’t know! If I knew I could find a way to get them to stop.”
“No,” Junsu said and Taecyeon continued to stare at him, “What? No I haven’t!” He doesn’t understand when the other got closer and closer. He glanced at his sandwich to avoid how awkwardly close they are. Then he looked back to tell Taecyeon to move the heck away. His lips are occupied with different things as Taecyeon kissed him lightly. It’s awkward and they bump noses as it went on. Still, it made Junsu’s heart thump in his chest and his sandwich dropped from his hands to the grass.
“I understand,” Taecyeon said when he broke the kiss. Junsu was breathing too hard and his brain was too out of order to ask him what. “Kissing…is nice?” Junsu agreed, he wholeheartedly agreed.
Everyday after that, Taecyeon kissed him whenever he sees him. It’s only when he came over during his recess and Junsu’s lunch, but it was still embarrassing every time. One day after they kiss Taecyeon smiled and took his hand. They head out to the playground and the teacher on guard didn’t seem to notice. Junsu fits in more than Taecyeon with his tall lanky body.
They went over to some boy, who was sitting on the ground drawing something with a stick in the dirt. Taecyeon crouched down next to him and said something. The boy looked at him and then back at Taec. He got up and dusted off his pants before he offered his hand to Junsu.
“I’m Wooyoung,” he greeted.
Junsu looked at his hand for a minute before shaking it, “Junsu.”
There was a new transfer student from America in his class; and he may know two languages but Korean isn’t one of them. He was as awkward as Junsu and he can tell when the class surrounded the boy he’s uncomfortable. When they are about to go to lunch Junsu had to use the best of his English ability to say ‘come with me.’ The boy, his name was something along the lines of Khun, followed him.
Taecyeon was outside with Wooyoung, who had started to come out every day. Taecyeon sat up straight away when Wooyoung’s face turned into surprise. He went over to Junsu and kissed him lightly before his eyes widened.
“Is he new? He doesn’t look familiar…” Taecyeon asked.
“He transferred from America,” Junsu smiled as Khun managed to catch up. The boy looked between them and something is said in English. Taecyeon beamed and said something Junsu couldn’t understand. As they start a conversation in a foreign tongue, Junsu joined Wooyoung on the grass.
“What is his name?” Wooyoung questioned, looking at the two in front of them.
“Khun,” Junsu replied.
“Khun.” Wooyoung repeated.
“Why you kiss Taec every day?” Khun asked when they’re outside again. The boy’s Korean has improved after a while but it’s still choppy.
Taecyeon frowned, “I already answered that.” Junsu looked at him, wanting to know how the other answered it, because he wasn’t sure he knew how.
“I want know…why Junsu lets you,” Khun said. Junsu sort of stared at him and noticed the boy’s hand clenched around Wooyoung’s. The other was looking away but there was clearly red on his ears.
“Why do you hold Wooyoung’s hand?” Junsu questioned. Wooyoung snapped his head up and bit his lip, glaring at Junsu. Taecyeon had to translate it and Khun lifted up the hand he was holding and said something.
“He says ‘I don’t know,’” Taecyeon translated.
“Same for me.” Nichkhun smiled when Taecyeon explained it.
Usually he never saw Taecyeon in the morning because he always got there late as possible. Yet, for some reason, these days he doesn’t feel like doing that. He was waking up earlier and his parents seem happy to get him to school without having to rush to be on time.
He waved bye to his father before walking through the school doors. Nobody looks or cares, at least nobody important. As he walked farther up Taecyeon saw him as he talked to Wooyoung and some other kid. Taecyeon immediately smiled and came running over.
Taecyeon kissed him directly on the lips.
Everybody gasped.
When he went to see Taecyeon outside the same day, the boy was looking at the ground. Wooyoung was saying things to him and Taecyeon was not answering. When Wooyoung saw them, he came running over to hug Nichkhun. He was shaking and his eyes were wet with unshed tears. Junsu went over to Taecyeon while Khun held Wooyoung tightly.
"What,” Junsu asked; he sat down next to him and covered his hands over the others.
“He’s telling my father,” Taecyeon’s voice was shaky. “Some girl shouted out I kissed you and Mr. Kim slapped me on the cheek. He shouted ‘guys don’t kiss guys, guys don’t date guys, guys don’t love guys.’” On the last words, Taecyeon was crying and Junsu hugged him tightly to his chest.
If Taecyeon helped him so much in the past, this was the least Junsu can do.
Taecyeon shakes his shoulders and Junsu is wide-awake. Taecyeon is smiling; the exact same way he used to when they were kids. The difference is the next thing he does is sit back; not kiss him.
“It’s really peaceful here,” Taecyeon stretches out next to him.
“Too peaceful,” Junsu replies, “Khun and Wooyoung didn’t come?”
“They’re on a date or whatever,” Taecyeon snorts, “I doubt they’d want to be interrupted.” Junsu closes his eyes again; he wants to go back to sleep.
End A/N: At the point where Nichkhun first talks to Taecyeon, he asks something along of "why" and Taecyeon says he loves Junsu....I just had to include this because that's what came to my mind while writing, you could think something else ^.^
If you have any questions ask!