Getting In Your Pants 7
Getting In Your Pants 7/?
Genre: Comedy/Romance(possibly)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Lee Junho's life is anything but perfect. His girlfriend has just left him, his boss is threatening to fire him(while performing sexual harassment with his eyes) and now some kid (well not a kid) has just put a hole in his $800 pants! Junho knows this kid is going to be nothing but trouble in his life but will he let him stay by his side? Of course he will, because this boy owes him a new pair of pants.
Author's Notes: I'm trying another ChanHo fic, I have no idea how it is going to turn out or even how the end is... But please enjoy anyways!! I swear I've got too many fics going at once... This one isn't even on the list... DEDICATING THIS FIC TO kanashimi_desu BECAUSE IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, Not in Love wouldn't have been so popular ;P
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
“This is the second time you've had the liberty to sleep here... I don't even let Taecyeon do that.”
“Because he's gay?” Chansung asked, watching Junho rush around, waiting for the opportune time to mention a certain something.
Junho stopped. “No, not because he's gay. Why would you say that?”
“I don't know... He can't keep his hands to himself.”
“Mm... That's true, but Taecyeon knows control... Better than anyone I've ever known.”
“Ah.” The younger boy rested his chin in his palm as he sat at the dining room table.
“Okay, keys, papers, briefcase, wallet...” Junho was reading out his mental check list quietly. “Okay, I've got everything. Chansung, let's go.”
“Go where?”
“Uh, I have to go to work...”
“No you don't...”
“What?”
“Your boss called you yesterday, remember? He told you to take the day off.”
Junho glared, quickly whipping out his phone and looking at it secretly to check. Sure enough, in his call history, was Nichkhun's number. “How long were you planning on waiting until you told me..?”
Chansung smirked. “Until you almost out the door.”
The smaller boy lifted his briefcase, chasing Chansung around his apartment. He slipped on the smooth wooden floor and landed face first, his lip hitting hard.
“Are you okay?” The taller boy asked, rushing to Junho's side.
The older boy said nothing as he laid on his stomach and did not move.
“Yah, Junho...Did you knock yourself out?”
When Junho didn't reply, Chansung leaned over, rolling him over. He cringed, spotting the open wound on the smaller boy's lip.
“Ouch... Uh, wait right here I... Bathroom.”
Junho watched the taller boy get up, rushing into the bathroom and with a few crashes later, came out with some medical supplies.
“What are you going to do with those..?”
“Attend to your lip.”
The smaller boy held up the bandaids. “With these?
“Yeah.” Chansung slumped his shoulders. “I was going to put them all over you.”
Junho cracked a smile, turning his head. He hissed when the younger boy pressed a cotton ball to his lip, his hand flying out to grab Chansung's hands.
“Hurts?”
Junho glared, baring his teeth.
“It'll be over soon baby, just relax.”
The older boy closed his eyes tight, the sting in his lip aggravating him so much that his fingernails were digging into Chansung's skin.
“You don't take pain very well... You can breathe out now.”
Junho exhaled, his breath drying his new wound.
“That's pretty amazing... Hitting the floor like that and getting this big gash... I didn't think it was possible.”
“Why don't you get down here and I'll smash your face against the floor.”
Chansung frowned, pulling the wrapper off a bandaid and smacking over the smaller boy's forehead, causing him to groan.
“I just fixed you, don't be mean. Aren't you glad you aren't going to work today?”
“I just dirtied my uniform.”
“It's not dirty...”
“I fell on the floor.”
“Your floor isn't dirty.”
“Thanks, but flattery will get you nowhere.” Junho said, getting up from the floor.
“Where are you going?”
“To change... Then to wash these.”
Chansung watched as the smaller boy walked into the bedroom. He waited a couple minutes before slinking to the door and peeking in. He smirked as Junho stepped out of his pants and walked into the closet. He crawled into the room, grabbing the smaller boy's uniform. The belt accidentally hit the floor, causing Junho to look back and eye Chansung.
“What are you doing..?” He narrowed his eyes.
“These aren't dirty...”
“So what are you doing?”
“I'm...” The taller boy suddenly scrambled backwards, making off with the clothes.
“Chansung!” Junho yelled, running after the younger boy in his boxers.
Junho took a swipe, missing and the tall boy laughed.
“Ha ha, missed me missed me, now you gotta kiss me!”
“How old are you? Or did you forget?” Junho asked, trying to grab at his clothes again as he moved around the table.
Chansung suddenly turned around causing the smaller boy to bump into him as they fell to the floor.
“You came out in your underwear.” The younger boy said, felling Junho fall between his legs.
“Of course I did... I was in the middle of changing.”
“Why did you come out?”
“Huh?”
“Why did you chase me out here? It's not like I was going to toss your clothes out the window or anything... I already owe you $800 pants.”
“I-I don't know... It was an unconscious action... You ran off with something of mine so I chased you.”
“You must be used to it.”
Junho glared. “Junsu would do it... Yah! Don't laugh!”
Chansung covered his mouth. “S-sorry...”
The smaller boy shivered, leaning on his hands. He caused Chansung to spread his legs as he stood on his knees.
“Cold?” The younger boy asked.
“Hm? Why?”
Chansung pointed to Junho's perk nipples. The smaller boy's eyes widened as he ran his fingers over them, trying to make them disappear.
“That isn't going to help. In fact, it's just going to make them worse.” The taller boy pressed his palms over Junho's pebbles.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping them go away.”
“Are you sure you're just not trying to cope a feel?”
“On a guy?” Chansung raised a brow. “Definitely not.”
“I'm a hot guy, okay?”
“And I'm hard to convince.”
Junho let a smirk leak on to his lips. “I bet I could convince you.”
“Is that a challenge?”
The smaller boy tapped his chin, thinking hard. “Here's the deal. In two months I will try every possible way to make you come on to me, if you don't, you don't owe me $800 pants.”
Chansung blinked in surprise. “Really?!”
“But! If you do come on to me, you're screwed.”
The younger boy raised a brow. “What's the purpose of this for you?”
“I'm a bored little businessman with no life.”
Chansung laughed. “Okay fine! I'll take your bet. You'll be sorry when you're out a pair of pants.” He sat up.
“I'm sure a pair of pants will be worth the two months of screwing with your mind.” Junho smirked.
“You know, if I did come on to you, you should take responsibility.”
“What?”
“You know, let me have my way with you.”
“Ew!” Junho pushed Chansung over. “You're gross.” He got up and walked back to his room.
The younger boy sat up smiling, holding Junho's clothes in his hand. He was going to have to fight... Really hard.
~
“Congratulations.”
“Congratulations.”
More head bowing.
“Congratulations.”
“Ah Junho! Step into my office.”
Junho set his briefcase down, swiftly walking into Nichkhun's office, trying to avoid more congratulatory bows. “What's going on?” He asked, standing in front of the desk.
Nichkhun seemed to be packing his things, a smile stuck of his face. “I'm sorry. I know this is really last minute and I don't make last minute decisions.” His smile faltered. “I guess I do with you, don't I? Anyways, I really wished I could've given you more time... Or told you sooner. I feel horrible now because-... Could you pass me that? Yes that, thank you. I feel horrible because you won't have time to adjust.”
“Adjust to what sir, what's going on?”
Nichkhun stood up, gnawing on his lip. “I'm leaving Korea, Junho. I've been... Offered a spot at our Tokyo branch.”
Junho blinked, his heart racing from both excitement and worry. He was just starting to get used to Nichkhun. “But that means you'll get to be with-...” The older boy's bright smile stopped him.
“Yes... That means I get to be with Wooyoung.”
“I hope... He forgives you.”
Nichkhun chuckled. “He already has... He knows about me moving there...”
“Okay so... That's great news but... Why is everyone congratulating me?”
“Ah that...” The older boy made himself look busy. “You've been involuntarily been chosen to be the new boss's secretary.”
“Secretary?! Me? B-but I know nothing of-..!”
“I know, Junho, I know. Your new boss will help you, don't worry. I'm sure he wouldn't dream of putting any stress on you.”
“Um, about my new boss...”
“You'll meet him tomorrow. Now off you go, you still have work to do for me.” Nichkhun smiled, pushing the smaller boy out of his office.
“So, you the new teacher's pet? I heard the new dick specifically asked for you.” Junsu said, peering over Junho's cubicle. “I think I'm going to miss our dick though... I'm getting used to him.”
The younger boy cleared his throat. “Do you have any ideas of who the new boss is?”
“No idea... They're keeping it a secret but they seem to be pretty confident that this guy is going to do well in boss man's place.”
Junho sighed, resting his fingers over the keyboard before typing.
~
“What's up?” Chansung asked, walking next to Junho.
“I've been involuntarily made a secretary for the new boss.”
“A secretary? I thought only females did that job.”
Junho glared at the younger boy. “Not always...”
“What's the new boss like?”
“I don't know... No one seems to know anything about him and Nichkhun always keeps his lips sealed and changes the subject.”
“Nichkhun?”
“My boss.”
“First name bases... Wait, didn't you go on that trip with him?”
“Yeah, so what of it?”
“He's your boss and he's on a first name bases.”
“Yah! Don't get any funny ideas, he has a boyfriend!”
Chansung raised a brow. “Is everyone around you gay?”
“Are you?” Junho looked at the younger boy.
“No...”
“At least not that you know of.” The smaller boy chuckled.
“I am not!”
“Not yet!” Junho ran, hugging his briefcase to his chest as Chansung ran after him.
“So is this how it's going to be?” Junho asked, raising a brow at the tall boy standing at his door.
“We're friends right?”
“So you show up at my place every day?”
“I can leave.” Chansung said, turning and walking down the hallway.
Junho waited, tapping his finger against the door frame before the younger boy appeared in front of him again.
“Or not.”
“You're predictable. Are you sure you aren't already attracted to me?”
“Of course I'm not. I'm not gay.”
Junho chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Whatever.”
He dragged his feet against the wooden floor as Jeonggam tried to trip Chansung as he stepped inside. Junho stuck his glasses back on his face as he plopped down on the couch, glancing at the tv before pulling his laptop close.
Chansung played with the cat for a moment before looking up at the smaller boy. He felt like he had come at the wrong time because Junho seemed to be busy with work.
“Are you going to sit on the couch or make a living on my floor?” The older boy said, keeping his eyes on his screen.
Chansung blushed, pushing off the floor and plopping down on the couch. He couldn't help but glance at Junho's screen, peering at the word document.
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The younger boy's eyes widened.
“Surprised?”
Chansung blinked.
“I work hard you know, it's not all looks.”
“I-I didn't doubt you but... Did you write this all when you got home?”
“I did... I told you, I didn't get this job because of connections.”
“Impressive... I have a hard time writing a two thousand word essay.”
Junho chuckled. “I hope you get over that... Unless your future job doesn't involve desk work.”
About an hour later, Junho tapped one of his keys and leaned back against the couch. “Done!”
Chansung glanced at the screen again.
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“Damn, you write fast... Unless it's all double spaced and size 20 font.”
Junho glared. “You dare mock me boy?”
The younger boy chuckled.
“Anyways.” Junho closed his laptop, getting to his feet. “I have to go grocery shopping, wanna come with me?”
“Sure.”
Chansung's eyes scanned the smaller boy, checking out his outfit. White hi tops, black dress pants, a white button-up shirt, with a white t-shirt underneath and red thin, framed glasses on his face. Despite the hi tops throwing off the professional look, the fact that Junho's shirt was half unbuttoned was what had the younger boy's attention the most. He could see the tight, ribbed muscle shirt Junho wore, clinging to his body and showing his nicely sculpted body.
“Never noticed before...” He mumbled.
“Never noticed what?” Junho asked, looking up at him.
“Uh, nothing...”
The smirk on the smaller boy's lips threw Chansung off, causing him to blush and look away. 'What a smug ass.'
Junho chuckled as he saw the tall boy eying the bananas. “Grab those.”
“What?” Chansung raised a brow, not realizing that he had been lost in the yellow fruit.
“Grab those bananas. I know you want them.”
“Is it okay?”
“If you're going to show up at my place every day, you need something to eat, don't you?”
“I guess so...” Chansung felt awkward as he grabbed the fruit and placed in it Junho's basket.
He felt like a poor boy begging with his eyes. He could certainly pay for these on his own and just bring them over to Junho's but...
“Don't let it weigh on your thoughts... I'll eat them too.”
Chansung blushed. “I'm that easy to read, eh?”
“Very much.” Junho chuckled.
“I didn't think you'd be staying the night every night either.” Junho rubbed his eyes as he sat up in bed. He, for some reason, allowed Chansung to sleep in his bed with him.
“Sorry, I didn't expect to.”
“Yeah yeah.” The smaller boy yawned, slipping out of the sheets.
“Nice boxers...” Chansung chuckled, watching Junho and his plump ass walk to the door.
“Stop staring at my ass Chansung. It's unflattering.”
“Your ass is a flattering asset Junho. You should appreciate it.”
“What's there to appreciate? It's bigger than any woman's I have seen. Guys don't have asses like this, it's embarrassing.”
“At least it's nicely shaped.”
“Shut up, pervert.”
“Have fun with the new boss Junho.” Chansung smiled, waving to the smaller boy.
The whole office seemed to be quiet, a change from the usual. It made Junho worry as he set down his briefcase.
“The new boss is here.” Junsu whispered.
“Why is everyone so tense?”
The older boy rolled his eyes. “They're all trying to make a good impression.”
“You too...” Junho's lips twitched.
“Lee Junho, the boss would like to see you.” A female Junho didn't recognize, said.
“Good luck...” Junsu said, patting the smaller boy on the back.
Junho inhaled, walking towards the office. He knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
He fixed the bottom of his shirt before he stepped inside. He kept his head lowered as he stopped at the front of the desk.
“Hello Lee Junho.” The boss said, happiness in his voice.
Junho's eyes widened as he slowly raised his head. “D-Doojoon?”
Genre: Comedy/Romance(possibly)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Lee Junho's life is anything but perfect. His girlfriend has just left him, his boss is threatening to fire him(while performing sexual harassment with his eyes) and now some kid (well not a kid) has just put a hole in his $800 pants! Junho knows this kid is going to be nothing but trouble in his life but will he let him stay by his side? Of course he will, because this boy owes him a new pair of pants.
Author's Notes: I'm trying another ChanHo fic, I have no idea how it is going to turn out or even how the end is... But please enjoy anyways!! I swear I've got too many fics going at once... This one isn't even on the list... DEDICATING THIS FIC TO kanashimi_desu BECAUSE IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, Not in Love wouldn't have been so popular ;P
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything
“This is the second time you've had the liberty to sleep here... I don't even let Taecyeon do that.”
“Because he's gay?” Chansung asked, watching Junho rush around, waiting for the opportune time to mention a certain something.
Junho stopped. “No, not because he's gay. Why would you say that?”
“I don't know... He can't keep his hands to himself.”
“Mm... That's true, but Taecyeon knows control... Better than anyone I've ever known.”
“Ah.” The younger boy rested his chin in his palm as he sat at the dining room table.
“Okay, keys, papers, briefcase, wallet...” Junho was reading out his mental check list quietly. “Okay, I've got everything. Chansung, let's go.”
“Go where?”
“Uh, I have to go to work...”
“No you don't...”
“What?”
“Your boss called you yesterday, remember? He told you to take the day off.”
Junho glared, quickly whipping out his phone and looking at it secretly to check. Sure enough, in his call history, was Nichkhun's number. “How long were you planning on waiting until you told me..?”
Chansung smirked. “Until you almost out the door.”
The smaller boy lifted his briefcase, chasing Chansung around his apartment. He slipped on the smooth wooden floor and landed face first, his lip hitting hard.
“Are you okay?” The taller boy asked, rushing to Junho's side.
The older boy said nothing as he laid on his stomach and did not move.
“Yah, Junho...Did you knock yourself out?”
When Junho didn't reply, Chansung leaned over, rolling him over. He cringed, spotting the open wound on the smaller boy's lip.
“Ouch... Uh, wait right here I... Bathroom.”
Junho watched the taller boy get up, rushing into the bathroom and with a few crashes later, came out with some medical supplies.
“What are you going to do with those..?”
“Attend to your lip.”
The smaller boy held up the bandaids. “With these?
“Yeah.” Chansung slumped his shoulders. “I was going to put them all over you.”
Junho cracked a smile, turning his head. He hissed when the younger boy pressed a cotton ball to his lip, his hand flying out to grab Chansung's hands.
“Hurts?”
Junho glared, baring his teeth.
“It'll be over soon baby, just relax.”
The older boy closed his eyes tight, the sting in his lip aggravating him so much that his fingernails were digging into Chansung's skin.
“You don't take pain very well... You can breathe out now.”
Junho exhaled, his breath drying his new wound.
“That's pretty amazing... Hitting the floor like that and getting this big gash... I didn't think it was possible.”
“Why don't you get down here and I'll smash your face against the floor.”
Chansung frowned, pulling the wrapper off a bandaid and smacking over the smaller boy's forehead, causing him to groan.
“I just fixed you, don't be mean. Aren't you glad you aren't going to work today?”
“I just dirtied my uniform.”
“It's not dirty...”
“I fell on the floor.”
“Your floor isn't dirty.”
“Thanks, but flattery will get you nowhere.” Junho said, getting up from the floor.
“Where are you going?”
“To change... Then to wash these.”
Chansung watched as the smaller boy walked into the bedroom. He waited a couple minutes before slinking to the door and peeking in. He smirked as Junho stepped out of his pants and walked into the closet. He crawled into the room, grabbing the smaller boy's uniform. The belt accidentally hit the floor, causing Junho to look back and eye Chansung.
“What are you doing..?” He narrowed his eyes.
“These aren't dirty...”
“So what are you doing?”
“I'm...” The taller boy suddenly scrambled backwards, making off with the clothes.
“Chansung!” Junho yelled, running after the younger boy in his boxers.
Junho took a swipe, missing and the tall boy laughed.
“Ha ha, missed me missed me, now you gotta kiss me!”
“How old are you? Or did you forget?” Junho asked, trying to grab at his clothes again as he moved around the table.
Chansung suddenly turned around causing the smaller boy to bump into him as they fell to the floor.
“You came out in your underwear.” The younger boy said, felling Junho fall between his legs.
“Of course I did... I was in the middle of changing.”
“Why did you come out?”
“Huh?”
“Why did you chase me out here? It's not like I was going to toss your clothes out the window or anything... I already owe you $800 pants.”
“I-I don't know... It was an unconscious action... You ran off with something of mine so I chased you.”
“You must be used to it.”
Junho glared. “Junsu would do it... Yah! Don't laugh!”
Chansung covered his mouth. “S-sorry...”
The smaller boy shivered, leaning on his hands. He caused Chansung to spread his legs as he stood on his knees.
“Cold?” The younger boy asked.
“Hm? Why?”
Chansung pointed to Junho's perk nipples. The smaller boy's eyes widened as he ran his fingers over them, trying to make them disappear.
“That isn't going to help. In fact, it's just going to make them worse.” The taller boy pressed his palms over Junho's pebbles.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping them go away.”
“Are you sure you're just not trying to cope a feel?”
“On a guy?” Chansung raised a brow. “Definitely not.”
“I'm a hot guy, okay?”
“And I'm hard to convince.”
Junho let a smirk leak on to his lips. “I bet I could convince you.”
“Is that a challenge?”
The smaller boy tapped his chin, thinking hard. “Here's the deal. In two months I will try every possible way to make you come on to me, if you don't, you don't owe me $800 pants.”
Chansung blinked in surprise. “Really?!”
“But! If you do come on to me, you're screwed.”
The younger boy raised a brow. “What's the purpose of this for you?”
“I'm a bored little businessman with no life.”
Chansung laughed. “Okay fine! I'll take your bet. You'll be sorry when you're out a pair of pants.” He sat up.
“I'm sure a pair of pants will be worth the two months of screwing with your mind.” Junho smirked.
“You know, if I did come on to you, you should take responsibility.”
“What?”
“You know, let me have my way with you.”
“Ew!” Junho pushed Chansung over. “You're gross.” He got up and walked back to his room.
The younger boy sat up smiling, holding Junho's clothes in his hand. He was going to have to fight... Really hard.
~
“Congratulations.”
“Congratulations.”
More head bowing.
“Congratulations.”
“Ah Junho! Step into my office.”
Junho set his briefcase down, swiftly walking into Nichkhun's office, trying to avoid more congratulatory bows. “What's going on?” He asked, standing in front of the desk.
Nichkhun seemed to be packing his things, a smile stuck of his face. “I'm sorry. I know this is really last minute and I don't make last minute decisions.” His smile faltered. “I guess I do with you, don't I? Anyways, I really wished I could've given you more time... Or told you sooner. I feel horrible now because-... Could you pass me that? Yes that, thank you. I feel horrible because you won't have time to adjust.”
“Adjust to what sir, what's going on?”
Nichkhun stood up, gnawing on his lip. “I'm leaving Korea, Junho. I've been... Offered a spot at our Tokyo branch.”
Junho blinked, his heart racing from both excitement and worry. He was just starting to get used to Nichkhun. “But that means you'll get to be with-...” The older boy's bright smile stopped him.
“Yes... That means I get to be with Wooyoung.”
“I hope... He forgives you.”
Nichkhun chuckled. “He already has... He knows about me moving there...”
“Okay so... That's great news but... Why is everyone congratulating me?”
“Ah that...” The older boy made himself look busy. “You've been involuntarily been chosen to be the new boss's secretary.”
“Secretary?! Me? B-but I know nothing of-..!”
“I know, Junho, I know. Your new boss will help you, don't worry. I'm sure he wouldn't dream of putting any stress on you.”
“Um, about my new boss...”
“You'll meet him tomorrow. Now off you go, you still have work to do for me.” Nichkhun smiled, pushing the smaller boy out of his office.
“So, you the new teacher's pet? I heard the new dick specifically asked for you.” Junsu said, peering over Junho's cubicle. “I think I'm going to miss our dick though... I'm getting used to him.”
The younger boy cleared his throat. “Do you have any ideas of who the new boss is?”
“No idea... They're keeping it a secret but they seem to be pretty confident that this guy is going to do well in boss man's place.”
Junho sighed, resting his fingers over the keyboard before typing.
~
“What's up?” Chansung asked, walking next to Junho.
“I've been involuntarily made a secretary for the new boss.”
“A secretary? I thought only females did that job.”
Junho glared at the younger boy. “Not always...”
“What's the new boss like?”
“I don't know... No one seems to know anything about him and Nichkhun always keeps his lips sealed and changes the subject.”
“Nichkhun?”
“My boss.”
“First name bases... Wait, didn't you go on that trip with him?”
“Yeah, so what of it?”
“He's your boss and he's on a first name bases.”
“Yah! Don't get any funny ideas, he has a boyfriend!”
Chansung raised a brow. “Is everyone around you gay?”
“Are you?” Junho looked at the younger boy.
“No...”
“At least not that you know of.” The smaller boy chuckled.
“I am not!”
“Not yet!” Junho ran, hugging his briefcase to his chest as Chansung ran after him.
“So is this how it's going to be?” Junho asked, raising a brow at the tall boy standing at his door.
“We're friends right?”
“So you show up at my place every day?”
“I can leave.” Chansung said, turning and walking down the hallway.
Junho waited, tapping his finger against the door frame before the younger boy appeared in front of him again.
“Or not.”
“You're predictable. Are you sure you aren't already attracted to me?”
“Of course I'm not. I'm not gay.”
Junho chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Whatever.”
He dragged his feet against the wooden floor as Jeonggam tried to trip Chansung as he stepped inside. Junho stuck his glasses back on his face as he plopped down on the couch, glancing at the tv before pulling his laptop close.
Chansung played with the cat for a moment before looking up at the smaller boy. He felt like he had come at the wrong time because Junho seemed to be busy with work.
“Are you going to sit on the couch or make a living on my floor?” The older boy said, keeping his eyes on his screen.
Chansung blushed, pushing off the floor and plopping down on the couch. He couldn't help but glance at Junho's screen, peering at the word document.
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The younger boy's eyes widened.
“Surprised?”
Chansung blinked.
“I work hard you know, it's not all looks.”
“I-I didn't doubt you but... Did you write this all when you got home?”
“I did... I told you, I didn't get this job because of connections.”
“Impressive... I have a hard time writing a two thousand word essay.”
Junho chuckled. “I hope you get over that... Unless your future job doesn't involve desk work.”
About an hour later, Junho tapped one of his keys and leaned back against the couch. “Done!”
Chansung glanced at the screen again.
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“Damn, you write fast... Unless it's all double spaced and size 20 font.”
Junho glared. “You dare mock me boy?”
The younger boy chuckled.
“Anyways.” Junho closed his laptop, getting to his feet. “I have to go grocery shopping, wanna come with me?”
“Sure.”
Chansung's eyes scanned the smaller boy, checking out his outfit. White hi tops, black dress pants, a white button-up shirt, with a white t-shirt underneath and red thin, framed glasses on his face. Despite the hi tops throwing off the professional look, the fact that Junho's shirt was half unbuttoned was what had the younger boy's attention the most. He could see the tight, ribbed muscle shirt Junho wore, clinging to his body and showing his nicely sculpted body.
“Never noticed before...” He mumbled.
“Never noticed what?” Junho asked, looking up at him.
“Uh, nothing...”
The smirk on the smaller boy's lips threw Chansung off, causing him to blush and look away. 'What a smug ass.'
Junho chuckled as he saw the tall boy eying the bananas. “Grab those.”
“What?” Chansung raised a brow, not realizing that he had been lost in the yellow fruit.
“Grab those bananas. I know you want them.”
“Is it okay?”
“If you're going to show up at my place every day, you need something to eat, don't you?”
“I guess so...” Chansung felt awkward as he grabbed the fruit and placed in it Junho's basket.
He felt like a poor boy begging with his eyes. He could certainly pay for these on his own and just bring them over to Junho's but...
“Don't let it weigh on your thoughts... I'll eat them too.”
Chansung blushed. “I'm that easy to read, eh?”
“Very much.” Junho chuckled.
“I didn't think you'd be staying the night every night either.” Junho rubbed his eyes as he sat up in bed. He, for some reason, allowed Chansung to sleep in his bed with him.
“Sorry, I didn't expect to.”
“Yeah yeah.” The smaller boy yawned, slipping out of the sheets.
“Nice boxers...” Chansung chuckled, watching Junho and his plump ass walk to the door.
“Stop staring at my ass Chansung. It's unflattering.”
“Your ass is a flattering asset Junho. You should appreciate it.”
“What's there to appreciate? It's bigger than any woman's I have seen. Guys don't have asses like this, it's embarrassing.”
“At least it's nicely shaped.”
“Shut up, pervert.”
“Have fun with the new boss Junho.” Chansung smiled, waving to the smaller boy.
The whole office seemed to be quiet, a change from the usual. It made Junho worry as he set down his briefcase.
“The new boss is here.” Junsu whispered.
“Why is everyone so tense?”
The older boy rolled his eyes. “They're all trying to make a good impression.”
“You too...” Junho's lips twitched.
“Lee Junho, the boss would like to see you.” A female Junho didn't recognize, said.
“Good luck...” Junsu said, patting the smaller boy on the back.
Junho inhaled, walking towards the office. He knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
He fixed the bottom of his shirt before he stepped inside. He kept his head lowered as he stopped at the front of the desk.
“Hello Lee Junho.” The boss said, happiness in his voice.
Junho's eyes widened as he slowly raised his head. “D-Doojoon?”