Fic
Title: Minutes and Miles
Length: One-Shot
Author: Me!
Rating: G...PG?
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Junsu sneaks out to Yoochun's house.
Pairing: YooSu
Disclaimer: They'd rather be mine.
Dedicated to: <333 lahmacun I really tried to write YooSu without a hint of YunJae...lol...sorry if it sucks, babe.
The rolling pastures and bright city lights faded into black, veiled behind the dark tinted windows of Junsu’s car. Seoul’s night life was blocked out by the double pane glass, the honking of irritated drivers and cheering of crowds gathered at the sidewalks were nothing more but incoherent jumbles. Silence reigned heavily inside the cave of the SM7, music forgone by the young singer miles ago. His scattered thoughts and the incessant niggling at the back of his head hissing advice was already too noisy for him to handle.
He gripped at the steering wheel, an attempt to get a hold of his shot nerves. The leather material stuck to his clammy palms, his body practically breaking out into a cold sweat. The sticky sound his hands made as his moist fingers curled tighter around the wheel echoed in the quiet.
Junsu shifted visibly in his seat, mumbling sweet comforts to ease the churning eating away at his stomach.
The route from the Dong Bang apartment to Yoochun’s house seemed farther than ever, the stretch of road seemingly endless in Junsu’s mind. His nagging conscious fed his doubts of making this secret rendezvous, unbeknownst to the other members. Sneaking out at half past midnight to travel to his lover’s abode across the city was nothing new but the risk of getting found out never failed to make him fret with trepidation. He knew that one of these nights, Changmin would notice his absence in their shared bedroom and he and Yoochun would be done for. It was inevitable but as much as he dreaded it, the call of his lover always drew him in.
Albeit nerve-racking as the first time he had done it, creeping into the apartment at the break of dawn had become easier. He no longer needed to grope the furniture in the dark to find his way back to his bedroom, so apt at sensing new obstacles in his path and at beating the time of the leader’s alarm clock. There had been a close incident wherein Junsu’s watch had been off by five minutes and Yunho was just stepping out of the bathroom as he was dashing to his room. The thrill of being daring had vanished after that, leaving only vigilance that left no room for carelessness.
He stretched his arms to its whole length, pushing slightly at the wheel as he leaned his head back. The drive seemed longer than it should have been; extra turns and random backtracking being taken to ensure his privacy from the hoard of fans and stalkers. If only that ended there. They were both aware of the ones that slept overnight in cars by Yoochun’s house, perpetually waiting for a glimpse of the singer to get the mail or take out the trash. It was sickening to his lover but the idea of constantly being watched was an attachment to stardom that Junsu had long resigned himself to.
The monotonous voice from his GPS system rang out, instructing a right turn at the next light. Junsu nodded absentmindedly, tearing himself away from his musings. Though he knew the way by heart, the automated reminders pulled him back to reality when his thoughts began to stray. He steered the wheel per directed and entered suburban life. The turn had taken him out of the core of the city where indiscretion was a myth and into a darkened neighborhood, two story houses with occupants well on their way to dreamland.
Parking three houses down, Junsu trek to the back door of the house. His features were expertly hidden by large sunglasses, his head buried under the hood of the sweater. He fidgeted with the cold metal pieces in the pouch of the GAP jacket, his twitchy hands tucked into the warm pocket. His pace quickened as he crossed the backyard, the lush grass flattened with his every step. As he reached the door leading to the pantry, he noted a faint light. Yoochun’s mother might still be up, Junsu grimaced. With the soft turn of the key, he entered the house and freed himself of his sneakers, kicking his shoes to a corner.
“Hey, hyung!” A voice cried out from the other room. The soft click tickled Yoohwan’s sensitive ears. He was used to his brother’s lover arriving at a late hour, actually growing fond of the tenor’s uplifting presence in the house, especially when the older man could stay long enough to join them for breakfast.
Junsu beamed as he entered the living room. Yoohwan was sprawled on the couch clad in pajamas; the teenager’s lanky form propped up by pillows and opened books. A lone lamp on the table next to the stuffed armrest where the boy’s head rested illuminated the room, providing Yoohwan some light for some late night cramming. On the coffee table was a plate of cookies and a glass of water, crumbles littering the surroundings.
Plucking a chocolate chip goodie, Junsu plopped down on couch, trapping Yoohwan’s legs underneath him. He grinned cheekily at the protests and munched on the treat. Talking with his mouth full, Junsu queried, “What are you doing up so late?”
Yoohwan sat up, pulling his feet from under the singer and placing them on Junsu’s lap. “Gotta study. Unlike some people, I have to actually go to college to one day find a job and make a living. Can’t just shake my hips in front of the camera and make a million girls swoon.”
Junsu chuckled, his hands massaging the ankles that held him to the couch. “Hey! I had to go to college on top of shaking my hips in front of the camera and making a million girls swoon, you know. I’m not lazy like your brother. He doesn’t even make the girls swoon, just shakes his hips.”
Junsu cackled at his own joke, amusing Yoohwan who teased back, “Oh, so it’s just you that swoons then?”
“At his hips?” Junsu shoved the limbs entrapping him to his seat, the impact to the carpet producing a hushed thud. He jumped up from his seat, brushing bits of cookie crumbs from his pant legs. He turned to signal his leave, their little talk coming to an end. He gave Yoohwan a wink over the shoulder, calling out to the man as he marched up the stairs to his lover’s bedroom. “I do more than swoon, dongsaeng.”
Not disappointing, Yoohwan’s groan of disgust trailed after him. Junsu giggled at the younger man he had come to love as his own little brother. He knew how much it meant to his relationship with Yoochun for him to get along with Yoohwan, and after the first few awkward days of sucking up to the younger man, they had found something in common to link them together, a foundation they could build a relationship on - their love for a certain pop singer.
Scurrying across the hallway, Junsu padded softly on the rug to the room where Yoochun lay sleeping. With as much control as he could muster, he tapped lightly on the door left ajar. The wooden entrance squeaked open and he held it to a halt as soon as it had swung wide enough for his body to squeeze through. He made his way stealthily to the bed, tiptoeing as he removed the strips of clothing from his body, leaving only his satin black boxers and cotton muscle shirt.
His lips formed a half smile at the sight of his lover’s hunched back, coiled against a pillow. Lifting the blanket cocooning the other man, Junsu shuffled into the bed and pressed up against Yoochun’s back, effectively spooning the taller man. The warmth provided by the downy comforter was pleasant enough but inferior to the scorch tingling Junsu’s spine as his groin made contact to the dreaming man’s rear.
They’ve played this game before. Yoochun napping though he knew Junsu was on his way, only so Junsu would figure out another creative way to wake his lover up. The tenor propped himself up on the fluffed pillow unused next to Yoochun, a folded elbow supporting his weight as he thought of his game plan. Gazing down at the peaceful features, a lingering smile on the closed mouth, Junsu knew exactly how to pull Yoochun from sleep.
An old Cher song that Yoohwan had introduced to him resurfaced in his mind, the English lyrics still clear in his head. Breaking the still of the night, Junsu began to sing softly, “Does he love me, I wanna know…”
Nudging Yoochun’s body to face him, he continued, “How can I tell if he loves me so?”
“Is it in his eyes?” With gentle fingers, Junsu stretched his lover’s eye lids. “Oh no! You’ll be deceived!”
“Is it in his eyes?” Junsu closed the eye and kissed the plucked brow over it. “Oh no! He’ll make believe!”
“If you wanna know if he loves you so…” Junsu ran a finger down Yoochun’s face, stopping at the red pout. Junsu leaned down and brushed it softly, “It’s in his kiss.” He felt the lips twitching under his but Yoochun’s features remained impassive. Grinning, Junsu knew he had to do more.
“Is it in his face?” Junsu swiped a cheek with his thumb. “Oh no! It’s just his charms!”
“In his warm embrace?” Junsu tugged Yoochun’s arm, coiling the limb around his neck. “Oh no! That’s just his arms!”
“If you wanna know if he loves you so, it’s in his kiss…” Junsu swooped down, half his body resting on Yoochun’s chest, as he crashed their lips together. With a nudge of his tongue, he parted the soft red petals and eagerly explored the moist cave. Soon enough, Yoochun’s tongue battled with his. As their pink tips looped with the other, tied into ribbons, Junsu knew the last of his anxiety had been washed away.
“Mmm…Su~ah,” Yoochun murmured as he stole more kisses from the tenor. “How was the drive over here?”
“It was fine, Chunnie…” Junsu lied, seeing no point in discussing how much of a nervous wreck the drive over made him. “Did you miss me?”
Placing both arms around Junsu who was nestled comfortable in Yoochun’s chest, the baritone rubbed soothing circles on the small of his lover’s back. “Never, babe. I don’t last that long. If I ever feel like I might miss you…I’d run to you. I can’t last long enough to miss you.”
Junsu muffled his giggles by burying his face in the nape of his lover’s neck. “It’s too late to be that sappy, Chunnie.”
Yoochun smiled wearily. Tilting his head, he placed a small kiss atop the dark mop of hair. Groggily, he replied, “Do you want to do something, Junsu babe? Or would you like to get some sleep?”
Junsu sighed audibly. He was not at all tired and had been hoping to make love to Yoochun. It had been a week since they had fooled around. Their schedules were relentless and often leaving nothing but the thought of sleep on their brains. And on top of it all, Yoochun had been advised by the doctor to take it easy, to get some rest before an ulcer developed.
“No…let’s just get some sleep, Chunnie.” Junsu mumbled, his breath tickling Yoochun’s neck. They’ll do things next time, whenever next time may be.
Yoochun whispered his agreement, dropping another kiss on his lover’s head. He was grateful for Junsu’s little sacrifice and hopefully tomorrow night, he could make it up to his cherub. As he drifted off into sleep once again, he felt a soft touch on his lips and the sweet murmur, it’s in his kiss.
Sorry, it sucks...
A/N: This is my take of what their relationship is now since people are saying that Chunnie doesn't live with the rest of the Dong Bang boys anymore. XD
Length: One-Shot
Author: Me!
Rating: G...PG?
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Junsu sneaks out to Yoochun's house.
Pairing: YooSu
Disclaimer: They'd rather be mine.
Dedicated to: <333 lahmacun I really tried to write YooSu without a hint of YunJae...lol...sorry if it sucks, babe.
The rolling pastures and bright city lights faded into black, veiled behind the dark tinted windows of Junsu’s car. Seoul’s night life was blocked out by the double pane glass, the honking of irritated drivers and cheering of crowds gathered at the sidewalks were nothing more but incoherent jumbles. Silence reigned heavily inside the cave of the SM7, music forgone by the young singer miles ago. His scattered thoughts and the incessant niggling at the back of his head hissing advice was already too noisy for him to handle.
He gripped at the steering wheel, an attempt to get a hold of his shot nerves. The leather material stuck to his clammy palms, his body practically breaking out into a cold sweat. The sticky sound his hands made as his moist fingers curled tighter around the wheel echoed in the quiet.
Junsu shifted visibly in his seat, mumbling sweet comforts to ease the churning eating away at his stomach.
The route from the Dong Bang apartment to Yoochun’s house seemed farther than ever, the stretch of road seemingly endless in Junsu’s mind. His nagging conscious fed his doubts of making this secret rendezvous, unbeknownst to the other members. Sneaking out at half past midnight to travel to his lover’s abode across the city was nothing new but the risk of getting found out never failed to make him fret with trepidation. He knew that one of these nights, Changmin would notice his absence in their shared bedroom and he and Yoochun would be done for. It was inevitable but as much as he dreaded it, the call of his lover always drew him in.
Albeit nerve-racking as the first time he had done it, creeping into the apartment at the break of dawn had become easier. He no longer needed to grope the furniture in the dark to find his way back to his bedroom, so apt at sensing new obstacles in his path and at beating the time of the leader’s alarm clock. There had been a close incident wherein Junsu’s watch had been off by five minutes and Yunho was just stepping out of the bathroom as he was dashing to his room. The thrill of being daring had vanished after that, leaving only vigilance that left no room for carelessness.
He stretched his arms to its whole length, pushing slightly at the wheel as he leaned his head back. The drive seemed longer than it should have been; extra turns and random backtracking being taken to ensure his privacy from the hoard of fans and stalkers. If only that ended there. They were both aware of the ones that slept overnight in cars by Yoochun’s house, perpetually waiting for a glimpse of the singer to get the mail or take out the trash. It was sickening to his lover but the idea of constantly being watched was an attachment to stardom that Junsu had long resigned himself to.
The monotonous voice from his GPS system rang out, instructing a right turn at the next light. Junsu nodded absentmindedly, tearing himself away from his musings. Though he knew the way by heart, the automated reminders pulled him back to reality when his thoughts began to stray. He steered the wheel per directed and entered suburban life. The turn had taken him out of the core of the city where indiscretion was a myth and into a darkened neighborhood, two story houses with occupants well on their way to dreamland.
Parking three houses down, Junsu trek to the back door of the house. His features were expertly hidden by large sunglasses, his head buried under the hood of the sweater. He fidgeted with the cold metal pieces in the pouch of the GAP jacket, his twitchy hands tucked into the warm pocket. His pace quickened as he crossed the backyard, the lush grass flattened with his every step. As he reached the door leading to the pantry, he noted a faint light. Yoochun’s mother might still be up, Junsu grimaced. With the soft turn of the key, he entered the house and freed himself of his sneakers, kicking his shoes to a corner.
“Hey, hyung!” A voice cried out from the other room. The soft click tickled Yoohwan’s sensitive ears. He was used to his brother’s lover arriving at a late hour, actually growing fond of the tenor’s uplifting presence in the house, especially when the older man could stay long enough to join them for breakfast.
Junsu beamed as he entered the living room. Yoohwan was sprawled on the couch clad in pajamas; the teenager’s lanky form propped up by pillows and opened books. A lone lamp on the table next to the stuffed armrest where the boy’s head rested illuminated the room, providing Yoohwan some light for some late night cramming. On the coffee table was a plate of cookies and a glass of water, crumbles littering the surroundings.
Plucking a chocolate chip goodie, Junsu plopped down on couch, trapping Yoohwan’s legs underneath him. He grinned cheekily at the protests and munched on the treat. Talking with his mouth full, Junsu queried, “What are you doing up so late?”
Yoohwan sat up, pulling his feet from under the singer and placing them on Junsu’s lap. “Gotta study. Unlike some people, I have to actually go to college to one day find a job and make a living. Can’t just shake my hips in front of the camera and make a million girls swoon.”
Junsu chuckled, his hands massaging the ankles that held him to the couch. “Hey! I had to go to college on top of shaking my hips in front of the camera and making a million girls swoon, you know. I’m not lazy like your brother. He doesn’t even make the girls swoon, just shakes his hips.”
Junsu cackled at his own joke, amusing Yoohwan who teased back, “Oh, so it’s just you that swoons then?”
“At his hips?” Junsu shoved the limbs entrapping him to his seat, the impact to the carpet producing a hushed thud. He jumped up from his seat, brushing bits of cookie crumbs from his pant legs. He turned to signal his leave, their little talk coming to an end. He gave Yoohwan a wink over the shoulder, calling out to the man as he marched up the stairs to his lover’s bedroom. “I do more than swoon, dongsaeng.”
Not disappointing, Yoohwan’s groan of disgust trailed after him. Junsu giggled at the younger man he had come to love as his own little brother. He knew how much it meant to his relationship with Yoochun for him to get along with Yoohwan, and after the first few awkward days of sucking up to the younger man, they had found something in common to link them together, a foundation they could build a relationship on - their love for a certain pop singer.
Scurrying across the hallway, Junsu padded softly on the rug to the room where Yoochun lay sleeping. With as much control as he could muster, he tapped lightly on the door left ajar. The wooden entrance squeaked open and he held it to a halt as soon as it had swung wide enough for his body to squeeze through. He made his way stealthily to the bed, tiptoeing as he removed the strips of clothing from his body, leaving only his satin black boxers and cotton muscle shirt.
His lips formed a half smile at the sight of his lover’s hunched back, coiled against a pillow. Lifting the blanket cocooning the other man, Junsu shuffled into the bed and pressed up against Yoochun’s back, effectively spooning the taller man. The warmth provided by the downy comforter was pleasant enough but inferior to the scorch tingling Junsu’s spine as his groin made contact to the dreaming man’s rear.
They’ve played this game before. Yoochun napping though he knew Junsu was on his way, only so Junsu would figure out another creative way to wake his lover up. The tenor propped himself up on the fluffed pillow unused next to Yoochun, a folded elbow supporting his weight as he thought of his game plan. Gazing down at the peaceful features, a lingering smile on the closed mouth, Junsu knew exactly how to pull Yoochun from sleep.
An old Cher song that Yoohwan had introduced to him resurfaced in his mind, the English lyrics still clear in his head. Breaking the still of the night, Junsu began to sing softly, “Does he love me, I wanna know…”
Nudging Yoochun’s body to face him, he continued, “How can I tell if he loves me so?”
“Is it in his eyes?” With gentle fingers, Junsu stretched his lover’s eye lids. “Oh no! You’ll be deceived!”
“Is it in his eyes?” Junsu closed the eye and kissed the plucked brow over it. “Oh no! He’ll make believe!”
“If you wanna know if he loves you so…” Junsu ran a finger down Yoochun’s face, stopping at the red pout. Junsu leaned down and brushed it softly, “It’s in his kiss.” He felt the lips twitching under his but Yoochun’s features remained impassive. Grinning, Junsu knew he had to do more.
“Is it in his face?” Junsu swiped a cheek with his thumb. “Oh no! It’s just his charms!”
“In his warm embrace?” Junsu tugged Yoochun’s arm, coiling the limb around his neck. “Oh no! That’s just his arms!”
“If you wanna know if he loves you so, it’s in his kiss…” Junsu swooped down, half his body resting on Yoochun’s chest, as he crashed their lips together. With a nudge of his tongue, he parted the soft red petals and eagerly explored the moist cave. Soon enough, Yoochun’s tongue battled with his. As their pink tips looped with the other, tied into ribbons, Junsu knew the last of his anxiety had been washed away.
“Mmm…Su~ah,” Yoochun murmured as he stole more kisses from the tenor. “How was the drive over here?”
“It was fine, Chunnie…” Junsu lied, seeing no point in discussing how much of a nervous wreck the drive over made him. “Did you miss me?”
Placing both arms around Junsu who was nestled comfortable in Yoochun’s chest, the baritone rubbed soothing circles on the small of his lover’s back. “Never, babe. I don’t last that long. If I ever feel like I might miss you…I’d run to you. I can’t last long enough to miss you.”
Junsu muffled his giggles by burying his face in the nape of his lover’s neck. “It’s too late to be that sappy, Chunnie.”
Yoochun smiled wearily. Tilting his head, he placed a small kiss atop the dark mop of hair. Groggily, he replied, “Do you want to do something, Junsu babe? Or would you like to get some sleep?”
Junsu sighed audibly. He was not at all tired and had been hoping to make love to Yoochun. It had been a week since they had fooled around. Their schedules were relentless and often leaving nothing but the thought of sleep on their brains. And on top of it all, Yoochun had been advised by the doctor to take it easy, to get some rest before an ulcer developed.
“No…let’s just get some sleep, Chunnie.” Junsu mumbled, his breath tickling Yoochun’s neck. They’ll do things next time, whenever next time may be.
Yoochun whispered his agreement, dropping another kiss on his lover’s head. He was grateful for Junsu’s little sacrifice and hopefully tomorrow night, he could make it up to his cherub. As he drifted off into sleep once again, he felt a soft touch on his lips and the sweet murmur, it’s in his kiss.
Sorry, it sucks...
A/N: This is my take of what their relationship is now since people are saying that Chunnie doesn't live with the rest of the Dong Bang boys anymore. XD