SuJu Fic: Unnecessary Confessions Part Seven
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“Okay,” Junsu says, and grabs Hyukjae’s hand and pulls him to join himself on the ground. “I’m all ears.” He doesn’t let go of Hyukjae’s hand when the boy is down but links their fingers together and Hyukjae looks at them thoughtfully.
He bites the inside of his lips and then decides it’s best to just say it, fail and all. He and Junsu have never been ones for planning ahead. “I don’t know when it started,” he attempts. “But I didn’t know, I swear I didn’t know, but Kyuhyun told me and it was obvious. And then Ayako-san said everyone knows so I should just say it because I don’t know if you know but I know you so I do know and it explains so much.” He pauses. There’s a small smile on Junsu’s face, as if he knows where this is going. “You’re a jerk! Stop smiling at me like that when I’m doing this, it’s off-putting.”
Junsu laughs. “But you don’t know what you’re saying!”
“I do.” Hyukjae frowns and looks at his hands. “I just don’t want to say it.”
“Coward,” Junsu teases.
“How can you say that, Kim Junsu? If you were in my position you wouldn’t say it.”
Junsu sighs. “You’re right. But...you should say it anyway. I want to hear it from you.”
Hyukjae takes a deep breath. “I...like you, okay!” he shoots out, finally saying it to the one person it matters. “And I know you know that. You were expecting that.”
Junsu nods his head. “Forever,” he says. “Since we were tiny. Junho-hyung thinks it’s cute.”
Hyukjae buries his head in his hands. “Just my luck,” he grumbles. “Everyone knows except me. Typical.”
“Did Ayako-san say anything else to you?” Junsu asks. “She didn’t say anything about me?”
Hyukjae shakes his head.
“Ah,” Junsu mumbles. “So she didn’t tell you what we were talking about when we were on the phone with you?”
“No.”
“Well,” his friend begins, “I don’t suppose it occurred to you, because you’re stupid and blind,” Hyukjae feebly protests at this but Junsu ignores him, “and it took you this long to notice,” Hyukjae can’t argue with this, because it’s true, “that it’s usually me who phones you, me who gets us together, me who talks about you, me who misses you, me who has to put up with people teasing me about you being my girlfriend.”
“I noticed the talking,” Hyukjae murmurs. “You’re always insulting me on TV or radio. Some best friend.”
“But that’s what we do,” Junsu points out. “You do it as well.” He looks straight into Hyukjae’s eyes. “I do it because I miss you when you’re not here.”
Hyukjae nods. “Me too.”
“Well I know about you,” Junsu teases. Hyukjae smiles, but it’s not the usual happy gummy smile. It’s small and closed-lipped. It’s a kind of bashful smile. “Besides, who wouldn’t miss me? I’m awesome.”
“Don’t be so cocky,” Hyukjae replies. “Or I’ll steal all your fans by being adorable.”
“What fans would follow you and your fail, Lee Hyukjae?” Junsu laughs. Hyukjae punches his arm, with the hand that isn’t still holding Junsu’s hand, and Junsu pulls him towards him, rolling over so they can wrestle, murmuring friendly insults to each other as they fight.
“Why were you stressing?” Junsu finally asks, lying with one of his legs between Hyukjae’s and the other propping him up. “You were stressing about telling me. Why?”
“I didn’t know what your reaction would be.”
“You knew I knew,” Junsu says, “and I haven’t made a fuss about it. So why would I when you told me?”
It makes sense when Junsu puts it that way. “I don’t know. I was just nervous, finally saying it.” He pauses. “I don’t know what your...” He breaks off and frowns.
“You really are blind,” Junsu says. “I would have thought that was obvious.”
“I don’t under-”
“Think about this morning,” Junsu tells him.
“I was in a dress?” Hyukjae offers.
“After.”
“We sat together and I slept on you and we shared a bed?” Hyukjae asks.
“By which you mean you sat on my lap and went to sleep, and I helped you undress, and then we slept curled together, basically snuggling, and you slept on my lap before food,” Junsu points out.
“Yeah, so what?” Hyukjae asks, confused.