[DBSK] - [FIC] [C] Send You All My Love, Sealed with a Kiss
Disclaimer: clearly i don't own DBSK... not intended for profit, just for fun.
Rating: totally G!
Genre: romantic comedy
People: Jaejoong, Yoochun, Junsu
Pairing: JaeSu, bff!JaeChun
Warning: none? ridiculousness?
Beta: llamabitchyo
Dedication: illuminations for the nuna_fanworks 2009 Holiday Fic Exchange
Summary: The student council puts on holiday-specific candygram campaigns ostensibly for fundraising purposes... but some students are trying to send more than just candy.
Author's Notes: to fulfill the prompts of "high school AU", "happy endings", "kissing!!!" and "I have a super soft spot for Jaejoong, especially Jaejoong/Junsu". ^_^ it's a little bit silly and ridiculous, so i included a couple surprise bonuses to help make up for the shortcomings in my writing. ^^;;;; i hope you like it! happy holidays~~~~~
+++ 50 +++
“Yoochun! There’s a dude walking around wearing wings!”
Jaejoong meant to tap his friend’s shoulder, missed, and whacked him in the head.
“Did you really see someone or did you imagine it?” Yoochun asked without missing a beat.
Jaejoong very seriously contemplated the question.
“I might have imagined it.”
+++ 100 +++
Jaejoong’s locker was the last one in its row, next to the student council office. It was therefore natural, but unfortunate, that no one else was around to witness it when the kid from earlier that day poked his head out of the office and cheerfully asked, “Hey, does this outfit say ‘sent from Heaven’ to you? Is it okay?”
The boy stepped out, all in white, and Jaejoong thought he looked fantastic; like an angel (complete with wings) in a rumpled uniform shirt, linen shorts, and tennis shoes.
“My imagination is awesome,” he blurted out.
The angel looked perplexed.
+++ 150 +++
A couple days later, while eating lunch at a table overlooking the same section of corridor where Jaejoong had probably imagined seeing a teenaged, modern-day angel, he experienced a second possible hallucination. This time in vibrant, Technicolor red and green.
“Yoochun, Yoochun!” He intentionally whacked his friend in the head. “Look! There’s that boy again… and now he’s wearing a Santa hat with bells on it!”
Of course by the time Yoochun managed to tear himself away from his food to look, the corridor was completely empty.
He arched an eyebrow at Jaejoong.
“Okay, sure.” Jaejoong rolled his eyes, silently conceding that he was maybe, sort of, slightly prone to imagining strange sights. “But tell me you hear jingle bells too, or I’m never sharing my lunch with you again.”
Yoochun clung tightly to Jaejoong’s homemade, handmade lunchbox and admitted that maybe he could hear bells... faintly… in the distance.
+++ 200 +++
The announcement of the student council’s annual Secret Santa Candy-gram fundraiser was always met with cheer and glee. For one week, the council members dressed up as elves during lunch hour and sat at a table in the foyer outside the cafeteria. Students could order candy canes, at a dollar per cane, to be delivered to the object(s) of one’s friendship or affection. The sender could choose to remain anonymous or they could include a little note that would be tied to the candy cane with a ribbon. Deliveries were to be made during morning class hours by costumed council members on the last day of school before Christmas break.
Yoochun typically spent around $100 that week. He liked to send candy canes to all the pretty girls… and boys… and teachers.
On the other hand, Jaejoong typically brought an extra bag on delivery day so as not to crush his haul into candy cane dust in his backpack. After all, kids from other schools came to buy candy canes for Jaejoong.
He was, therefore, not at all surprised when a delivery elf showed up at his classroom door with a giant bag, bellowing: “Secret Santa Candy-gram!” at their teacher.
+++ 250 +++
The delivery boy turned out to be none other than the cheerful boy that Jaejoong had been hallucinating all week. And while Jaejoong would have liked the angel outfit, the kid looked pretty spectacular in his green tights, (short) red tunic, and jaunty little Santa hat perched on his head.
The elf walked up and down the aisles happily passing out candy canes according to the list in his hand.
Except for Yoochun, to whom the elf passed the traditional anti-Yoochun note from all the girls he’d dumped over fall/winter term:
‘You deserve the opposite of Secret Santa candy canes. If possible, we’d take candy canes away from you. So here is $5 worth of negative candy canes.’
When the elf arrived at Jaejoong’s desk, he stopped and looked down into his bag with his lips pursed and brow furrowed. He consulted his list, consulted his bag, and consulted his list again.
“KIM JUNSU,” the teacher bellowed. “ARE YOU DONE?”
“I think I’m short one…” he mumbled, upending the bag over Jaejoong’s desk, creating an avalanche of candy canes.
He started carefully counting out the candy canes, but he lost count halfway through and had to start over again. It took him two false starts, and two additional counts to conclude that yes, Elf!Junsu was short one candy cane for Recipient!Jaejoong.
“Oh! Sorry about that,” said Junsu with a sheepish grin. “I’ll make it up to you. Just come to the office after school.”
And with that he was gone.
+++ 300 +++
For some inexplicable reason (not because he really needed that 368th candy cane) Jaejoong found himself at the student council office immediately after the last bell.
Surprisingly, the room was filled with heart-shaped decorations. Costume wings, toy bow-and-arrow sets, and bags of Hershey’s Chocolate Kisses were lined up against the back wall like a military operation.
“I thought the wings were for being Christmas angels?”
Junsu cocked his head to one side, a questioning look on his face.
“Oh, that’s right!” He clapped his hands together. “I saw you last week outside the office when we were doing Valentine’s prep. Thanks for your opinion on the costume, by the way. We always do ‘angel’ costumes for the Valentine’s fundraiser, but Changmin suddenly insisted that cherubs were the traditional mascots, so two of us had to dress up and run around the school for a quick vote. No one enjoyed the cherub look.”
“But it’s December…” said Jaejoong, bewildered.
Junsu sighed. “Changmin, our new fundraising subcommittee leader… He’s so bossy. Makes us prepare for things months in advance. Do you know how hard it is to find Christmas stuff in August? Because now I do. Anyway, let me get your candy cane.”
Jaejoong just stared blankly.
He watched as Junsu rummaged first in one candy sack, and then in another. Then a third, and fourth. He moved onto the crumpled shopping bags tossed by the garbage bins, and then over to the cupboards where the Christmas gear was already packed away.
Finally, he turned back to Jaejoong and said woefully: “We’re out of candy canes.”
Jaejoong blinked.
“How about I give you a Kiss instead?” His smile was brighter than the sun.
Jaejoong obediently held out his hand for a chocolate.
Junsu leaned in and kissed him square on the lips.
+++ 250 +++
Jung Yunho’s Christmas party was famous (or infamous depending on who you asked) throughout the entire city. His parents were never home and they left the liquor cabinet stocked and unlocked like they were deliberately trying to raise an alcoholic delinquent.
Luckily, Yunho was just about as strait-laced as they came, captain of the school’s basketball team, forward on one of the provincial-level private basketball teams, two time national hapkido champion, and straight-A student… it’s just that he threw wicked parties.
Really wicked parties.
So Jaejoong was more than a little surprised to see one Kim Junsu lurking by the chips.
“I thought this was a jock party.”
Junsu grinned. “My twin brother’s on the baseball team and I’m starting forward on our junior soccer team. What are you doing here?”
“I’m sleeping with Yunho.”
Junsu froze.
“I’m just joking. I’m on the badminton team.”
Jaejoong slung an arm around Junsu’s shoulders like they’d been friends for years.
“Considering you’re the one who ambush-kissed me, I didn’t think the gay thing would bother you.”
Junsu looked like he was seriously contemplating running for the nearest exit.
“Come on. Let’s go get you a drink.”
“I don’t drink,” Junsu protested.
Jaejoong pulled him closer until he could almost touch his lips to Junsu’s ear.
“You might want a drink after this,” he said, drawing Junsu’s attention to the little bundle of greenery hanging above their heads.
And while Junsu was distracted with looking up at the mistletoe, Jaejoong stole a kiss.
+++ 200 +++
The new school term started off quite quietly. There were no dramatic makeovers over the holidays, no new students arriving… no new couples debuting their love in the halls.
“Maybe you should have actually asked him out?” Yoochun asked. “And are you going to eat your chips?”
Jaejoong threw his chips at Yoochun as hard as he could.
“I thought kissing him under the mistletoe would have been clear enough!”
From the look Yoochun gave him, Jaejoong was glad that the other boy’s mouth was too full for Jaejoong to hear what he was trying to say.
Except then Yoochun swallowed and repeated himself for clarity.
“I said: it could be that you’re a bad kisser?”
Jaejoong looked stunned.
“Who said I was a bad kisser? I am an awesome kisser! You ask anyone in this room, Park Yoochun…”
Yoochun feasted on his chips while Jaejoong conducted an impromptu survey. Fourteen girls and twelve guys later, it was concluded that, yes, Kim Jaejoong was indeed an awesome kisser, if the multiple (explicit) propositions he got were anything to go by.
“Well, he’s still a junior, right? He’s probably cutely waiting for a special day to make a grand romantic gesture.”
+++ 150 +++
Similar to the Secret Santa Candy-gram fundraiser, the student council also put on a Valentine’s Day Secret Kiss fundraiser. For $1 per chocolate, council members dressed up as ‘love angels’ (not cherubs, because apparently nobody enjoyed seeing a 17 year old boy in diapers) would deliver candy love to whomever the paying student designated.
Yoochun typically spent, on average in his high school career, $300 during Valentine’s week. Roughly half of that (depending on how good/bad he was the previous semester) was to woo back the girls behind that year’s anti-Yoochun Secret Santa negative-candy-gram.
Jaejoong, then, typically brought two extra bags to school on Valentine’s Day because not only would kids from other local schools order chocolates for him, but people from neighbouring provinces would email their orders in via the school’s website.
This Valentine’s Day, however, Jaejoong received zero chocolates for the first time in the history of ever.
+++ 100 +++
It was therefore no surprise (to anyone), that Jaejoong spent his lunch hour glued to the mirror hanging in his locker, preening frantically and woefully lamenting his fading youth and beauty.
That was until he heard faint murmurings from within the student council office that Junsu had forbidden his fellow council members from taking orders for Kisses to Kim Jaejoong...
“He said something like he had his own Special Kiss delivery for Jaejoong. And then he cackled…”
Jaejoong barged into the office, grabbed one of the toy bow-and-arrow kits off a startled council member and took off down the hall.
+++ 50 +++
Jaejoong marched into Mrs. Lim’s English class, marched straight up to Junsu, and stuck a suction-cup arrow firmly onto Junsu’s forehead.
“I’ve got your Valentine’s Kiss right here.”
With that, he grabbed Junsu’s sweet face in his two hands and planted a wet juicy one on those pretty, pretty lips.
+++ END +++
(i hope it's okay that i've formatted the text this way. i just thought it looked prettier if it matched the width of the pics. ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;)
HAPPY NEW YEAR! ^_^
Rating: totally G!
Genre: romantic comedy
People: Jaejoong, Yoochun, Junsu
Pairing: JaeSu, bff!JaeChun
Warning: none? ridiculousness?
Beta: llamabitchyo
Dedication: illuminations for the nuna_fanworks 2009 Holiday Fic Exchange
Summary: The student council puts on holiday-specific candygram campaigns ostensibly for fundraising purposes... but some students are trying to send more than just candy.
Author's Notes: to fulfill the prompts of "high school AU", "happy endings", "kissing!!!" and "I have a super soft spot for Jaejoong, especially Jaejoong/Junsu". ^_^ it's a little bit silly and ridiculous, so i included a couple surprise bonuses to help make up for the shortcomings in my writing. ^^;;;; i hope you like it! happy holidays~~~~~
+++ 50 +++
“Yoochun! There’s a dude walking around wearing wings!”
Jaejoong meant to tap his friend’s shoulder, missed, and whacked him in the head.
“Did you really see someone or did you imagine it?” Yoochun asked without missing a beat.
Jaejoong very seriously contemplated the question.
“I might have imagined it.”
+++ 100 +++
Jaejoong’s locker was the last one in its row, next to the student council office. It was therefore natural, but unfortunate, that no one else was around to witness it when the kid from earlier that day poked his head out of the office and cheerfully asked, “Hey, does this outfit say ‘sent from Heaven’ to you? Is it okay?”
The boy stepped out, all in white, and Jaejoong thought he looked fantastic; like an angel (complete with wings) in a rumpled uniform shirt, linen shorts, and tennis shoes.
“My imagination is awesome,” he blurted out.
The angel looked perplexed.
+++ 150 +++
A couple days later, while eating lunch at a table overlooking the same section of corridor where Jaejoong had probably imagined seeing a teenaged, modern-day angel, he experienced a second possible hallucination. This time in vibrant, Technicolor red and green.
“Yoochun, Yoochun!” He intentionally whacked his friend in the head. “Look! There’s that boy again… and now he’s wearing a Santa hat with bells on it!”
Of course by the time Yoochun managed to tear himself away from his food to look, the corridor was completely empty.
He arched an eyebrow at Jaejoong.
“Okay, sure.” Jaejoong rolled his eyes, silently conceding that he was maybe, sort of, slightly prone to imagining strange sights. “But tell me you hear jingle bells too, or I’m never sharing my lunch with you again.”
Yoochun clung tightly to Jaejoong’s homemade, handmade lunchbox and admitted that maybe he could hear bells... faintly… in the distance.
+++ 200 +++
The announcement of the student council’s annual Secret Santa Candy-gram fundraiser was always met with cheer and glee. For one week, the council members dressed up as elves during lunch hour and sat at a table in the foyer outside the cafeteria. Students could order candy canes, at a dollar per cane, to be delivered to the object(s) of one’s friendship or affection. The sender could choose to remain anonymous or they could include a little note that would be tied to the candy cane with a ribbon. Deliveries were to be made during morning class hours by costumed council members on the last day of school before Christmas break.
Yoochun typically spent around $100 that week. He liked to send candy canes to all the pretty girls… and boys… and teachers.
On the other hand, Jaejoong typically brought an extra bag on delivery day so as not to crush his haul into candy cane dust in his backpack. After all, kids from other schools came to buy candy canes for Jaejoong.
He was, therefore, not at all surprised when a delivery elf showed up at his classroom door with a giant bag, bellowing: “Secret Santa Candy-gram!” at their teacher.
+++ 250 +++
The delivery boy turned out to be none other than the cheerful boy that Jaejoong had been hallucinating all week. And while Jaejoong would have liked the angel outfit, the kid looked pretty spectacular in his green tights, (short) red tunic, and jaunty little Santa hat perched on his head.
The elf walked up and down the aisles happily passing out candy canes according to the list in his hand.
Except for Yoochun, to whom the elf passed the traditional anti-Yoochun note from all the girls he’d dumped over fall/winter term:
‘You deserve the opposite of Secret Santa candy canes. If possible, we’d take candy canes away from you. So here is $5 worth of negative candy canes.’
When the elf arrived at Jaejoong’s desk, he stopped and looked down into his bag with his lips pursed and brow furrowed. He consulted his list, consulted his bag, and consulted his list again.
“KIM JUNSU,” the teacher bellowed. “ARE YOU DONE?”
“I think I’m short one…” he mumbled, upending the bag over Jaejoong’s desk, creating an avalanche of candy canes.
He started carefully counting out the candy canes, but he lost count halfway through and had to start over again. It took him two false starts, and two additional counts to conclude that yes, Elf!Junsu was short one candy cane for Recipient!Jaejoong.
“Oh! Sorry about that,” said Junsu with a sheepish grin. “I’ll make it up to you. Just come to the office after school.”
And with that he was gone.
+++ 300 +++
For some inexplicable reason (not because he really needed that 368th candy cane) Jaejoong found himself at the student council office immediately after the last bell.
Surprisingly, the room was filled with heart-shaped decorations. Costume wings, toy bow-and-arrow sets, and bags of Hershey’s Chocolate Kisses were lined up against the back wall like a military operation.
“I thought the wings were for being Christmas angels?”
Junsu cocked his head to one side, a questioning look on his face.
“Oh, that’s right!” He clapped his hands together. “I saw you last week outside the office when we were doing Valentine’s prep. Thanks for your opinion on the costume, by the way. We always do ‘angel’ costumes for the Valentine’s fundraiser, but Changmin suddenly insisted that cherubs were the traditional mascots, so two of us had to dress up and run around the school for a quick vote. No one enjoyed the cherub look.”
“But it’s December…” said Jaejoong, bewildered.
Junsu sighed. “Changmin, our new fundraising subcommittee leader… He’s so bossy. Makes us prepare for things months in advance. Do you know how hard it is to find Christmas stuff in August? Because now I do. Anyway, let me get your candy cane.”
Jaejoong just stared blankly.
He watched as Junsu rummaged first in one candy sack, and then in another. Then a third, and fourth. He moved onto the crumpled shopping bags tossed by the garbage bins, and then over to the cupboards where the Christmas gear was already packed away.
Finally, he turned back to Jaejoong and said woefully: “We’re out of candy canes.”
Jaejoong blinked.
“How about I give you a Kiss instead?” His smile was brighter than the sun.
Jaejoong obediently held out his hand for a chocolate.
Junsu leaned in and kissed him square on the lips.
+++ 250 +++
Jung Yunho’s Christmas party was famous (or infamous depending on who you asked) throughout the entire city. His parents were never home and they left the liquor cabinet stocked and unlocked like they were deliberately trying to raise an alcoholic delinquent.
Luckily, Yunho was just about as strait-laced as they came, captain of the school’s basketball team, forward on one of the provincial-level private basketball teams, two time national hapkido champion, and straight-A student… it’s just that he threw wicked parties.
Really wicked parties.
So Jaejoong was more than a little surprised to see one Kim Junsu lurking by the chips.
“I thought this was a jock party.”
Junsu grinned. “My twin brother’s on the baseball team and I’m starting forward on our junior soccer team. What are you doing here?”
“I’m sleeping with Yunho.”
Junsu froze.
“I’m just joking. I’m on the badminton team.”
Jaejoong slung an arm around Junsu’s shoulders like they’d been friends for years.
“Considering you’re the one who ambush-kissed me, I didn’t think the gay thing would bother you.”
Junsu looked like he was seriously contemplating running for the nearest exit.
“Come on. Let’s go get you a drink.”
“I don’t drink,” Junsu protested.
Jaejoong pulled him closer until he could almost touch his lips to Junsu’s ear.
“You might want a drink after this,” he said, drawing Junsu’s attention to the little bundle of greenery hanging above their heads.
And while Junsu was distracted with looking up at the mistletoe, Jaejoong stole a kiss.
+++ 200 +++
The new school term started off quite quietly. There were no dramatic makeovers over the holidays, no new students arriving… no new couples debuting their love in the halls.
“Maybe you should have actually asked him out?” Yoochun asked. “And are you going to eat your chips?”
Jaejoong threw his chips at Yoochun as hard as he could.
“I thought kissing him under the mistletoe would have been clear enough!”
From the look Yoochun gave him, Jaejoong was glad that the other boy’s mouth was too full for Jaejoong to hear what he was trying to say.
Except then Yoochun swallowed and repeated himself for clarity.
“I said: it could be that you’re a bad kisser?”
Jaejoong looked stunned.
“Who said I was a bad kisser? I am an awesome kisser! You ask anyone in this room, Park Yoochun…”
Yoochun feasted on his chips while Jaejoong conducted an impromptu survey. Fourteen girls and twelve guys later, it was concluded that, yes, Kim Jaejoong was indeed an awesome kisser, if the multiple (explicit) propositions he got were anything to go by.
“Well, he’s still a junior, right? He’s probably cutely waiting for a special day to make a grand romantic gesture.”
+++ 150 +++
Similar to the Secret Santa Candy-gram fundraiser, the student council also put on a Valentine’s Day Secret Kiss fundraiser. For $1 per chocolate, council members dressed up as ‘love angels’ (not cherubs, because apparently nobody enjoyed seeing a 17 year old boy in diapers) would deliver candy love to whomever the paying student designated.
Yoochun typically spent, on average in his high school career, $300 during Valentine’s week. Roughly half of that (depending on how good/bad he was the previous semester) was to woo back the girls behind that year’s anti-Yoochun Secret Santa negative-candy-gram.
Jaejoong, then, typically brought two extra bags to school on Valentine’s Day because not only would kids from other local schools order chocolates for him, but people from neighbouring provinces would email their orders in via the school’s website.
This Valentine’s Day, however, Jaejoong received zero chocolates for the first time in the history of ever.
+++ 100 +++
It was therefore no surprise (to anyone), that Jaejoong spent his lunch hour glued to the mirror hanging in his locker, preening frantically and woefully lamenting his fading youth and beauty.
That was until he heard faint murmurings from within the student council office that Junsu had forbidden his fellow council members from taking orders for Kisses to Kim Jaejoong...
“He said something like he had his own Special Kiss delivery for Jaejoong. And then he cackled…”
Jaejoong barged into the office, grabbed one of the toy bow-and-arrow kits off a startled council member and took off down the hall.
+++ 50 +++
Jaejoong marched into Mrs. Lim’s English class, marched straight up to Junsu, and stuck a suction-cup arrow firmly onto Junsu’s forehead.
“I’ve got your Valentine’s Kiss right here.”
With that, he grabbed Junsu’s sweet face in his two hands and planted a wet juicy one on those pretty, pretty lips.
+++ END +++
(i hope it's okay that i've formatted the text this way. i just thought it looked prettier if it matched the width of the pics. ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;)
HAPPY NEW YEAR! ^_^