crazy little thing called love
crazy little thing called love
Junsu/Yoochun
PG-13, 3400w approx.
Shameless fluff. :3
For the lovely tinseltown16 - happy birthday, hon! Apparently my YooSu muses came back just for you. ;D♥
“A sleepover?”
Yoochun laughs down the phone and Junsu can tell that he’s nodding like one of those stupid dogs people put in their cars. He decides once more to confirm Yoochun’s plan.
“A sleepover? Seriously?”
Yoochun laughs again. “Yeah. Why not?” he says.
“Because we’re men in our mid-twenties?” Junsu replies, massaging his temples. Headaches are never far away when he’s talking to Yoochun. Or so he claims anyway. Usually Yoochun just makes him smile.
There is a slight crackle through the line. Junsu recognises it as Yoochun switching ears - a sure sign they’ve been talking too long and no doubt running up a huge phone bill.
“Oh, whatever,” Yoochun says once he’s finished faffing around. “You can bring a pair of those adorable sheep pyjamas the fans gave you. We’ll watch scary movies and eat shitty microwave popcorn.”
Junsu cringes at the mention of the pyjamas; he’s never going to live that image down. “You don’t like scary movies,” he says, feeling a bit sulky. “And popcorn is bad for you.”
Yoochun sighs and Junsu can practically hear him rolling his eyes. It makes him grin. “Fine,” Yoochun says, still sighing. “We can watch soccer and drink expensive ginseng tea.”
Junsu stretches out over his bed and chuckles. “You sure you can afford that?”
“I live in a mansion,” Yoochun replies airily, “I can afford anything.”
“Except me,” Junsu says without thinking. He immediately slaps a hand over his eyes and winces.
There is a slight pause before Yoochun replies. And then he murmurs, “Babe, you’re priceless,” in his bedroom voice. The one he knows Junsu has very little resistance to. Junsu scowls, though mostly at himself for blushing.
Yoochun giggles and Junsu groans. “That was awful, loser,” he says, but it only makes Yoochun laugh harder.
“Please come over,” Yoochun pleads between giggles, “please. Come on, I miss you.”
“You saw me this morning,” Junsu deadpans. “I don’t miss you at all.”
“I know you don’t mean that, baby,” Yoochun teases. “Come on, I’ve offered soccer and ginseng. You can’t refuse.”
Junsu hums in response, pretending to mull it over, just to make Yoochun suffer for a bit longer.
“You can even share my huge, brand new bed,” Yoochun tries, “complete with fluffy pillows and baby-soft blankets?”
Junsu wavers - just for a second - and gives in. Yoochun knows he can’t resist a good bed. “Fine,” he relents, “I’ll come over. But it was the bed that did it, just so you know.”
Yoochun snorts. Junsu waits for some sort of crude joke, but it never arrives. Instead, Yoochun says, “Be here at eight, darlin’. I can’t wait to see you.”
Junsu rolls over and curls up in an attempt to squish his heart into staying still. “Okay,” he whispers, then adds, “Goodbye, baby,” in English. He hangs up before Yoochun has the chance to squeak with delight.
“Loser,” Junsu says to himself and shoves his smiling face into a pillow.
x
Junsu rings the bell and shifts from foot to foot. He’s clutching an overnight bag in one hand and feeling like a bit of a twat. How did Yoochun convince him to come over for a sleepover? Whatever the reason, Junsu is half an hour late and a little worried. Stupid bandmates holding him up.
(”A sleepover?” Jaejoong asked. Junsu slumped his shoulders and nodded. “That’s so cute!” Jaejoong said, ruffling Junsu’s hair.
“Hyung,” Junsu whined, trying to flatten his hair back down. “It was Yoochun’s stupid idea.”
“He just misses you,” Yunho said with a kind smile. “Don’t stay up all night though. We’ve got work tomorrow.”
Changmin looked up from the book he was reading and grinned. “Remember hyung, Just Say No. Don’t give in to Yoochun’s midnight booty calls.”
Junsu glared and threw a nearby sock at Changmin’s head.)
“Junsu!”
Junsu jumps as his flashback is interrupted. He looks up and smiles at Yoochun’s mom.
“Hi, sorry I think I’m-“
“Come in, hon,” she interrupts, standing back and letting him step through. “I think Yoochun’s upstairs somewhere.”
Junsu bows respectfully, slips his shoes off and fiddles with the handle of his bag. He feels about twelve years old again.
“Are you staying the night?” Yoochun’s mom asks with a sweet smile.
Junsu nods dumbly. He’s always struck by how pretty she is and how much Yoochun looks like her.
“Junsuyah?”
Junsu turns around and sees Yoochun hanging over the banister. He waves stupidly. “Um. Sorry I’m late. Jaejoong was harassing me.”
Yoochun laughs and beckons him up. Junsu flashes Yoochun’s mom a quick smile before escaping up the stairs.
“Dude,” Yoochun says when he reaches the top, “you were totally checking out my mom.”
Junsu flushes hotly and pushes Yoochun. “I was not! She’s just very beautiful.”
Yoochun’s eyes shine with pride and Junsu has the strange urge to hug him. That is, until Yoochun winks and says, “Like me?”
Junsu rolls his eyes. “Something like that,” he mutters, looking around as Yoochun leads them towards his room. He nearly screams when Yoohwan pokes his head out of a door suddenly.
“’Sup, Lady Kim?”
Before Junsu can reply, Yoochun reaches over and slaps Yoohwan on the arm, none-too-gently. “Shut up, we all know I’m the wife.”
Junsu laughs. “Hey, little bro-in-law,” he replies. “How’s the modelling?”
“Oh, you know,” Yoohwan says, leaning against the doorframe and grinning. “Girls, booze, rock and roll.”
“Yeah right,” Yoochun scoffs. “So in love with his girlfriend, it’s sick.”
Junsu looks between them and smiles, happy to see them together. He pushes Yoochun again and grins at Yoohwan apologetically. “If you’ll excuse us, I’ve got my own girlfriend to love.”
Yoochun gets a gooey, lovesick look in his eyes and pulls Junsu towards him. “You called me your girlfriend,” he says softly, cupping Junsu’s face in his palms.
Junsu flushes and shrugs shyly. Yoochun closes his eyes and leans in.
“YooSu PDA. Gross, man,” Yoohwan says. His words are followed by the loud slam of his door.
Yoochun pulls away and they both snicker. “That was evil,” Junsu says.
“Gotta keep him in check somehow,” Yoochun says. They reach his room and Yoochun pushes the door open.
Junsu drops his bag in surprise. Yoochun wasn’t joking about his bed - it’s huge.
“Impressive huh?” Yoochun says, closing the door and moving piles of sheet music out of the way.
Junsu nods and glances across at Yoochun. “Can I…?” he asks, gesturing at the bed.
Yoochun smiles warmly. “Be my guest.”
Junsu lets out a childish whoop and throws himself onto Yoochun’s bed. The mattress is firm and the duvet is beautifully soft. Junsu snuggles down into it and wiggles around a bit. “I want to live here,” he moans happily.
The bed dips as Yoochun crawls onto it, settling over Junsu’s body. “Too cute,” he whispers, brushing Junsu’s hair out of his eyes.
Junsu smiles up at him. “Hi.”
“Not fair,” Yoochun says pitifully, stroking Junsu’s cheekbones. “Looking so gorgeous in the middle of my bed.”
Junsu closes his eyes, tilts his face up and gives Yoochun a long-overdue kiss, sweet and slow. When they part, Junsu licks his lips subconsciously. Yoochun rolls to one side and kisses Junsu’s shoulder through his t-shirt.
“Where are you going?”
“Away from you,” Yoochun teases. “Before I do something very naughty.”
Junsu laughs and kicks his ankle gently. He looks around the room. “So. What do we do now?”
Yoochun checks his watch and reaches back, groping blindly at the bedside table. “There’s a soccer match on, I think. But we’ve already missed half of it.”
Junsu’s interest is immediately piqued. “Who’s playing?”
Yoochun locates the remote and points it at a very large television screen mounted on the wall. “British teams, I think. Something about pork and butts. I checked earlier.”
Junsu raises an eyebrow and thinks that Yoochun might be slightly insane. The screen flickers to life and Yoochun finds the right channel.
Junsu nearly dies laughing when he sees who’s playing - West Ham vs Arsenal. Yoochun eyes him warily and sets the remote down.
“What’s up with you?”
“Nothing,” Junsu replies, trying to swallow down his giggles. “You’re just useless.”
Yoochun pouts - exaggerated and adorable (though Junsu would never tell him so) - and shoves at Junsu’s side. “Am not.”
Junsu studies him for a second and then smiles. “I guess you do have your uses,” he says, arranging Yoochun into a human pillow and snuggling down into him. “Mm, perfect,” he hums. “Now stay still, wanna watch.”
Yoochun grumbles a bit but settles down behind him anyway.
x
They watch the match in comfortable silence. Occasionally, Yoochun nuzzles Junsu’s neck gently and presses a soft kiss to his jaw. Each time, Junsu runs his thumb over Yoochun’s knuckles, their hands joined loosely in his lap. Secretly, Junsu suspects that Yoochun is watching him more than the screen, but he doesn’t really mind. For once, there’s no one else to worry about - no fans, no press, no brothers and bandmates. Just two boys, who want to be together.
x
Junsu stretches and yawns as the players jog off the pitch, some in victory and some in defeat. The commentators start babbling and Junsu tunes it out. He turns and looks up at a sleepy-eyed Yoochun.
“You okay?” he asks softly. He tries to move away but Yoochun grunts and tightens his arms around Junsu’s frame.
Yoochun sighs, so contented that it makes Junsu’s heart thump painfully in his chest. “I’m good,” he replies eventually. “Though I think my thigh is numb from the weight of your ass.”
Junsu yelps and digs his fingers into Yoochun’s kneecap in punishment. Yoochun chuckles even as he breathes a near-silent ouch in Junsu’s ear. The vibrations roll through their bodies and Junsu manages to pull himself free. He peers at Yoochun closely and frowns.
“You look tired,” Junsu observes. He runs his fingers through Yoochun’s latest dumb haircut and tries to smooth away the lines at the edges of his eyes. “Wanna sleep?”
Yoochun pushes into the caress like an eager kitten. “No,” he replies. “Not yet. Let’s watch a movie. We can change into our pyjamas and cuddle up together.”
Junsu is about to mime barfing all over Yoochun’s fluffy pillows when he notices the twinkle in Yoochun’s eye. He’s teasing. Junsu flushes a bit, mostly because the idea didn’t really make him feel sick at all.
“’Kay,” he says. “I’ll go put mine on. These jeans are starting to chafe anyway.” He presses a quick kiss to Yoochun’s lips and slips off to the ensuite with his bag.
Once inside, Junsu looks at himself in the mirror. His reflection has never looked happier, and Junsu has to touch his lips to make sure the smile is real.
x
When Junsu shuffles out of the bathroom minutes later, Yoochun is crouched over the DVD player. Junsu can see that he’s changed into shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Nothing like the outfit Junsu’s got on.
“Um,” Junsu starts, not really knowing what to say. Yoochun stands up and flops down onto the bed. He glances over at Junsu and smiles - briefly - before trying to figure out the DVD remote. Junsu rolls his eyes - for once he’s not the only oblivious person in the room.
“Yoochunah,” he prompts gently, reaching up to play with his hair awkwardly.
Yoochun turns his head and does a double take. His jaw practically hits the bed. “Babe,” he murmurs, eyes raking over Junsu’s form. Junsu tries not to flush under the gaze - he knows that Yoochun is taking in the bright blue, long-sleeved pyjamas covering his body. And the cartoon sheep dotted all over it, some jumping over cartoon fences. “Babe, c’mere. That is too adorable. I can’t even. Please, c’mere.”
Junsu grins and climbs onto the bed towards Yoochun’s outstretched arms. “I brought them just for you,” he says.
Yoochun’s touch seems to hover when Junsu is fully in range. “Can I have a hug?” Yoochun asks, his body completely angled towards Junsu’s. “So, so cute. I need to hug the cute.”
“Not that cute,” Junsu mumbles, sliding into Yoochun’s arms and clinging to him. He slips a leg between Yoochun’s and their bodies fit together perfectly, Yoochun’s cheek pressed over Junsu’s heart. Yoochun is warm and, despite all the protruding bones, soft. “You don’t always have to ask,” Junsu whispers against his hair.
“Aww,” Yoochun coos, tickling Junsu’s ribs lightly. “Xiah Junsu likes to cuddle?”
Junsu smiles to himself. “Maybe. Kim Junsu likes Park Yoochun.”
Yoochun lifts his head and looks at Junsu with such longing that it sends butterflies fluttering around his tummy. Embarrassed, Junsu looks away to the television. He clears his throat and says, “Movie?”
Yoochun locates the remote and presses play. A B-grade Japanese horror movie flickers into life. Junsu bites his lip to stop a chuckle escaping - apparently Yoochun is a glutton for punishment. Junsu’s seen it before, and he knows that Yoochun definitely won’t like it.
They watch again in silence, comfortably locked together, and every time a scary moment approaches, Junsu tilts Yoochun’s face up for a kiss.
x
As the ending credits roll, Junsu breaks away from Yoochun and laughs loudly. Yoochun adopts a suitably wounded expression and punches him in the arm.
“Stop laughing! It was scary!”
Junsu glances at Yoochun’s face and erupts into another bout of giggles. “I never knew you had such a girly scream,” he gasps out.
Mortified, Yoochun tries to squish Junsu’s face into the duvet. “I do not!”
Junsu still manages to laugh around a mouthful of cotton. “Oh, help me, Junsu! The big scary schoolgirl is going to kill me!” Junsu imitates in a girly voice.
Yoochun lets go and Junsu rolls back over, ready to mock Yoochun some more. He opens his mouth, but any words are hushed when a pillow smacks him dead on the face. When it’s removed, Junsu stares at Yoochun, slack-jawed with disbelief. It’s Yoochun’s turn to laugh.
“Oh no you did not,” Junsu says, breaking out of his shocked trance.
Yoochun taps his chin in mock-thought. “I think I just did.”
Junsu grabs the nearest pillow and launches himself at Yoochun with a war cry. The effect is sort of lost though, as Junsu’s war cry is pretty similar to his dolphin impression.
He gets a particularly good shot at the side of Yoochun’s head and Yoochun goes down on the bed like a lead balloon. Still, he’s laughing like a hyena on speed, which Junsu supposes can only be a good thing.
A furious pillow fight rages on for the next ten minutes. Yoochun delivers a low blow to Junsu’s ass and Junsu falls face first into Yoochun’s crotch. It only serves to make them laugh even harder.
A loud knock breaks the fight and Yoochun freezes, mere inches from whacking Junsu in the mouth with his pillow.
“Boys,” Yoochun’s mom says, muffled through the walls, “I know you’re having fun but it’s nearly one in the morning.”
“Sorry!” They both chorus, and hear her laugh as she walks away.
Junsu sneaks a guilty glance at Yoochun and they both snigger like little boys. Junsu drops his pillow and flops back on the bed. “What was that all about?” he says, flinging an arm over his face and shuddering with residual giggles.
Gentle fingers pry his arm away and Junsu is met with the beautiful sight of Yoochun, breathless with laughter. They do nothing but look at each other for a few moments and Junsu can’t help it when his gaze keeps dropping to Yoochun’s lips.
“This is fun,” he whispers.
Yoochun pins his arm to the bed and leans in. “I know.”
x
Junsu smiles brightly when Yoochun walks back into the room. After their impromptu make-out session - (“I haven’t done it like this since I was a teenager,” Yoochun said between hot, clinging kisses) - they decided it was time to brush their teeth and sleep.
Yoochun returns the smile with a wink and slides under the covers next to Junsu. They shift around to lie on their sides facing each other. Junsu pillows his hands under his head, closes his eyes and sighs happily. “Thanks for inviting me over,” he says quietly.
There’s a tiny shuffle and then Junsu feels a feather-light touch against his eyelids, first one then the other. He blinks them open and Yoochun’s mouth is closer than it was seconds ago.
“So sappy,” he says, still smiling.
Yoochun shrugs and gently guides Junsu to lie flat. “We’re allowed. No one’s watching.” He slides on top of Junsu carefully.
Junsu recognises the glint in Yoochun’s eye and swallows thickly. “Yoochunah,” he warns. “Your mom. Yoohwan.”
“What about them?” Yoochun says, already unbuttoning Junsu’s pyjama top.
Junsu can’t help arching into each press of finger against skin. “We can’t. What if they hear something?”
“Well,” Yoochun replies, pulling Junsu’s pyjama bottoms down with practiced ease and a leer to match. “You’ll just have to be quiet then.”
When Yoochun begins to touch him, Junsu closes his eyes, forgets everything, and just feels.
x
Junsu frowns as the alarm on his cellphone starts beeping. He rubs his face into the pillow and groans. It’s way too early. The beeping ceases and Junsu groans again, clinging to his pillow with fervour.
The pillow grunts at him and shifts. “Can’t. Breathe,” it says, sounding slightly strangled.
Junsu blinks his eyes open and huffs out a loud sigh against Yoochun’s shoulder. “Useless pillow,” he mumbles. “Moves.”
Yoochun grunts again in response. As Junsu’s senses slowly come back to him, he realises that he’s draped over Yoochun’s back and can’t feel one of his hands.
He locates it, trapped under Yoochun’s chest. With Herculean effort, Junsu tries to claim his hand back. His strength fails - Yoochun’s fingers are linked with his own and don’t seem to want to let go anytime soon.
“Yoochun. Hand. Need.” He pokes Yoochun’s side until Yoochun grumbles and shifts. Junsu rolls back and lets Yoochun turn over onto his back.
“Morning, sunshine,” Yoochun says, voice gravelly with sleep and sending a jolt through Junsu’s gut. He looks at Yoochun’s face, creased and marked with sleep, and feels his heart swell a bit.
“Morning,” he echoes, leaning across to kiss Yoochun’s cheek. Mornings always make him drowsily affectionate.
Yoochun catches him before he can move back and draws him into a soft, closed-mouth kiss. When they part, Junsu collapses on the bed and presses his face into Yoochun’s neck. “Don’t wanna go work.”
Yoochun chuckles and the bed shakes slightly. “Gotta. Get up, Yunho will kill me if I don’t get you back in time to get sorted.”
“Nooo,” Junsu whines. “Tired. Your fault.”
Yoochun pulls away and out of the bed. “Can’t believe I’m more coherent than you. Come on.”
Junsu refuses, burying himself deeper into the sheets. He knows he’s being a brat, but it’s worth it just to have Yoochun out of bed before him.
However, he decides that it may not be worth it when Yoochun drags him across the bed by his feet and picks him up in a fireman’s lift.
“Lemme go!” Junsu protests, upside down over Yoochun’s shoulder. “I’ll break you!”
“Whatever,” Yoochun says, stumbling towards the bathroom. “I’ve been working out.”
Junsu considers this as blood rushes into his head. Yoochun only sounds slightly strained, so he might not be lying.
“Fatass,” Yoochun teases, slapping Junsu’s butt before setting him down carefully. Junsu can’t even be bothered to glare and just picks up his toothbrush.
It takes them longer than usual to get ready, their progress hindered by kind-of-disgusting toothpaste kisses, lost socks and Yoochun attempting - and failing - to dress Junsu.
It’s the most fun Junsu’s had in weeks.
x
Junsu slips on his shoes and smiles at Yoochun’s mom. “Sorry for all the noise last night,” he apologises, deliberately not thinking about what happened after the pillow fight. “I think we regressed to twelve year olds.”
She grins at him and shakes her head. “It’s fine. It’s good to see you both so happy,” she says, shooting Yoochun a meaningful glance before hugging Junsu goodbye.
Yoochun blushes and rolls his eyes. Junsu makes a note to tease him about that at work later.
“I’ll see you at the studio,” Junsu says, opening the door.
Yoochun nods and reaches out to squeeze Junsu’s shoulder. “Come stay again sometime?”
Junsu grins and copies one of Yoochun’s winks. “Next sleepover’s at mine, baby.”
He leaves, and the sound of Yoochun and his mom laughing follows him out of the door.
Junsu/Yoochun
PG-13, 3400w approx.
Shameless fluff. :3
For the lovely tinseltown16 - happy birthday, hon! Apparently my YooSu muses came back just for you. ;D♥
“A sleepover?”
Yoochun laughs down the phone and Junsu can tell that he’s nodding like one of those stupid dogs people put in their cars. He decides once more to confirm Yoochun’s plan.
“A sleepover? Seriously?”
Yoochun laughs again. “Yeah. Why not?” he says.
“Because we’re men in our mid-twenties?” Junsu replies, massaging his temples. Headaches are never far away when he’s talking to Yoochun. Or so he claims anyway. Usually Yoochun just makes him smile.
There is a slight crackle through the line. Junsu recognises it as Yoochun switching ears - a sure sign they’ve been talking too long and no doubt running up a huge phone bill.
“Oh, whatever,” Yoochun says once he’s finished faffing around. “You can bring a pair of those adorable sheep pyjamas the fans gave you. We’ll watch scary movies and eat shitty microwave popcorn.”
Junsu cringes at the mention of the pyjamas; he’s never going to live that image down. “You don’t like scary movies,” he says, feeling a bit sulky. “And popcorn is bad for you.”
Yoochun sighs and Junsu can practically hear him rolling his eyes. It makes him grin. “Fine,” Yoochun says, still sighing. “We can watch soccer and drink expensive ginseng tea.”
Junsu stretches out over his bed and chuckles. “You sure you can afford that?”
“I live in a mansion,” Yoochun replies airily, “I can afford anything.”
“Except me,” Junsu says without thinking. He immediately slaps a hand over his eyes and winces.
There is a slight pause before Yoochun replies. And then he murmurs, “Babe, you’re priceless,” in his bedroom voice. The one he knows Junsu has very little resistance to. Junsu scowls, though mostly at himself for blushing.
Yoochun giggles and Junsu groans. “That was awful, loser,” he says, but it only makes Yoochun laugh harder.
“Please come over,” Yoochun pleads between giggles, “please. Come on, I miss you.”
“You saw me this morning,” Junsu deadpans. “I don’t miss you at all.”
“I know you don’t mean that, baby,” Yoochun teases. “Come on, I’ve offered soccer and ginseng. You can’t refuse.”
Junsu hums in response, pretending to mull it over, just to make Yoochun suffer for a bit longer.
“You can even share my huge, brand new bed,” Yoochun tries, “complete with fluffy pillows and baby-soft blankets?”
Junsu wavers - just for a second - and gives in. Yoochun knows he can’t resist a good bed. “Fine,” he relents, “I’ll come over. But it was the bed that did it, just so you know.”
Yoochun snorts. Junsu waits for some sort of crude joke, but it never arrives. Instead, Yoochun says, “Be here at eight, darlin’. I can’t wait to see you.”
Junsu rolls over and curls up in an attempt to squish his heart into staying still. “Okay,” he whispers, then adds, “Goodbye, baby,” in English. He hangs up before Yoochun has the chance to squeak with delight.
“Loser,” Junsu says to himself and shoves his smiling face into a pillow.
x
Junsu rings the bell and shifts from foot to foot. He’s clutching an overnight bag in one hand and feeling like a bit of a twat. How did Yoochun convince him to come over for a sleepover? Whatever the reason, Junsu is half an hour late and a little worried. Stupid bandmates holding him up.
(”A sleepover?” Jaejoong asked. Junsu slumped his shoulders and nodded. “That’s so cute!” Jaejoong said, ruffling Junsu’s hair.
“Hyung,” Junsu whined, trying to flatten his hair back down. “It was Yoochun’s stupid idea.”
“He just misses you,” Yunho said with a kind smile. “Don’t stay up all night though. We’ve got work tomorrow.”
Changmin looked up from the book he was reading and grinned. “Remember hyung, Just Say No. Don’t give in to Yoochun’s midnight booty calls.”
Junsu glared and threw a nearby sock at Changmin’s head.)
“Junsu!”
Junsu jumps as his flashback is interrupted. He looks up and smiles at Yoochun’s mom.
“Hi, sorry I think I’m-“
“Come in, hon,” she interrupts, standing back and letting him step through. “I think Yoochun’s upstairs somewhere.”
Junsu bows respectfully, slips his shoes off and fiddles with the handle of his bag. He feels about twelve years old again.
“Are you staying the night?” Yoochun’s mom asks with a sweet smile.
Junsu nods dumbly. He’s always struck by how pretty she is and how much Yoochun looks like her.
“Junsuyah?”
Junsu turns around and sees Yoochun hanging over the banister. He waves stupidly. “Um. Sorry I’m late. Jaejoong was harassing me.”
Yoochun laughs and beckons him up. Junsu flashes Yoochun’s mom a quick smile before escaping up the stairs.
“Dude,” Yoochun says when he reaches the top, “you were totally checking out my mom.”
Junsu flushes hotly and pushes Yoochun. “I was not! She’s just very beautiful.”
Yoochun’s eyes shine with pride and Junsu has the strange urge to hug him. That is, until Yoochun winks and says, “Like me?”
Junsu rolls his eyes. “Something like that,” he mutters, looking around as Yoochun leads them towards his room. He nearly screams when Yoohwan pokes his head out of a door suddenly.
“’Sup, Lady Kim?”
Before Junsu can reply, Yoochun reaches over and slaps Yoohwan on the arm, none-too-gently. “Shut up, we all know I’m the wife.”
Junsu laughs. “Hey, little bro-in-law,” he replies. “How’s the modelling?”
“Oh, you know,” Yoohwan says, leaning against the doorframe and grinning. “Girls, booze, rock and roll.”
“Yeah right,” Yoochun scoffs. “So in love with his girlfriend, it’s sick.”
Junsu looks between them and smiles, happy to see them together. He pushes Yoochun again and grins at Yoohwan apologetically. “If you’ll excuse us, I’ve got my own girlfriend to love.”
Yoochun gets a gooey, lovesick look in his eyes and pulls Junsu towards him. “You called me your girlfriend,” he says softly, cupping Junsu’s face in his palms.
Junsu flushes and shrugs shyly. Yoochun closes his eyes and leans in.
“YooSu PDA. Gross, man,” Yoohwan says. His words are followed by the loud slam of his door.
Yoochun pulls away and they both snicker. “That was evil,” Junsu says.
“Gotta keep him in check somehow,” Yoochun says. They reach his room and Yoochun pushes the door open.
Junsu drops his bag in surprise. Yoochun wasn’t joking about his bed - it’s huge.
“Impressive huh?” Yoochun says, closing the door and moving piles of sheet music out of the way.
Junsu nods and glances across at Yoochun. “Can I…?” he asks, gesturing at the bed.
Yoochun smiles warmly. “Be my guest.”
Junsu lets out a childish whoop and throws himself onto Yoochun’s bed. The mattress is firm and the duvet is beautifully soft. Junsu snuggles down into it and wiggles around a bit. “I want to live here,” he moans happily.
The bed dips as Yoochun crawls onto it, settling over Junsu’s body. “Too cute,” he whispers, brushing Junsu’s hair out of his eyes.
Junsu smiles up at him. “Hi.”
“Not fair,” Yoochun says pitifully, stroking Junsu’s cheekbones. “Looking so gorgeous in the middle of my bed.”
Junsu closes his eyes, tilts his face up and gives Yoochun a long-overdue kiss, sweet and slow. When they part, Junsu licks his lips subconsciously. Yoochun rolls to one side and kisses Junsu’s shoulder through his t-shirt.
“Where are you going?”
“Away from you,” Yoochun teases. “Before I do something very naughty.”
Junsu laughs and kicks his ankle gently. He looks around the room. “So. What do we do now?”
Yoochun checks his watch and reaches back, groping blindly at the bedside table. “There’s a soccer match on, I think. But we’ve already missed half of it.”
Junsu’s interest is immediately piqued. “Who’s playing?”
Yoochun locates the remote and points it at a very large television screen mounted on the wall. “British teams, I think. Something about pork and butts. I checked earlier.”
Junsu raises an eyebrow and thinks that Yoochun might be slightly insane. The screen flickers to life and Yoochun finds the right channel.
Junsu nearly dies laughing when he sees who’s playing - West Ham vs Arsenal. Yoochun eyes him warily and sets the remote down.
“What’s up with you?”
“Nothing,” Junsu replies, trying to swallow down his giggles. “You’re just useless.”
Yoochun pouts - exaggerated and adorable (though Junsu would never tell him so) - and shoves at Junsu’s side. “Am not.”
Junsu studies him for a second and then smiles. “I guess you do have your uses,” he says, arranging Yoochun into a human pillow and snuggling down into him. “Mm, perfect,” he hums. “Now stay still, wanna watch.”
Yoochun grumbles a bit but settles down behind him anyway.
x
They watch the match in comfortable silence. Occasionally, Yoochun nuzzles Junsu’s neck gently and presses a soft kiss to his jaw. Each time, Junsu runs his thumb over Yoochun’s knuckles, their hands joined loosely in his lap. Secretly, Junsu suspects that Yoochun is watching him more than the screen, but he doesn’t really mind. For once, there’s no one else to worry about - no fans, no press, no brothers and bandmates. Just two boys, who want to be together.
x
Junsu stretches and yawns as the players jog off the pitch, some in victory and some in defeat. The commentators start babbling and Junsu tunes it out. He turns and looks up at a sleepy-eyed Yoochun.
“You okay?” he asks softly. He tries to move away but Yoochun grunts and tightens his arms around Junsu’s frame.
Yoochun sighs, so contented that it makes Junsu’s heart thump painfully in his chest. “I’m good,” he replies eventually. “Though I think my thigh is numb from the weight of your ass.”
Junsu yelps and digs his fingers into Yoochun’s kneecap in punishment. Yoochun chuckles even as he breathes a near-silent ouch in Junsu’s ear. The vibrations roll through their bodies and Junsu manages to pull himself free. He peers at Yoochun closely and frowns.
“You look tired,” Junsu observes. He runs his fingers through Yoochun’s latest dumb haircut and tries to smooth away the lines at the edges of his eyes. “Wanna sleep?”
Yoochun pushes into the caress like an eager kitten. “No,” he replies. “Not yet. Let’s watch a movie. We can change into our pyjamas and cuddle up together.”
Junsu is about to mime barfing all over Yoochun’s fluffy pillows when he notices the twinkle in Yoochun’s eye. He’s teasing. Junsu flushes a bit, mostly because the idea didn’t really make him feel sick at all.
“’Kay,” he says. “I’ll go put mine on. These jeans are starting to chafe anyway.” He presses a quick kiss to Yoochun’s lips and slips off to the ensuite with his bag.
Once inside, Junsu looks at himself in the mirror. His reflection has never looked happier, and Junsu has to touch his lips to make sure the smile is real.
x
When Junsu shuffles out of the bathroom minutes later, Yoochun is crouched over the DVD player. Junsu can see that he’s changed into shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Nothing like the outfit Junsu’s got on.
“Um,” Junsu starts, not really knowing what to say. Yoochun stands up and flops down onto the bed. He glances over at Junsu and smiles - briefly - before trying to figure out the DVD remote. Junsu rolls his eyes - for once he’s not the only oblivious person in the room.
“Yoochunah,” he prompts gently, reaching up to play with his hair awkwardly.
Yoochun turns his head and does a double take. His jaw practically hits the bed. “Babe,” he murmurs, eyes raking over Junsu’s form. Junsu tries not to flush under the gaze - he knows that Yoochun is taking in the bright blue, long-sleeved pyjamas covering his body. And the cartoon sheep dotted all over it, some jumping over cartoon fences. “Babe, c’mere. That is too adorable. I can’t even. Please, c’mere.”
Junsu grins and climbs onto the bed towards Yoochun’s outstretched arms. “I brought them just for you,” he says.
Yoochun’s touch seems to hover when Junsu is fully in range. “Can I have a hug?” Yoochun asks, his body completely angled towards Junsu’s. “So, so cute. I need to hug the cute.”
“Not that cute,” Junsu mumbles, sliding into Yoochun’s arms and clinging to him. He slips a leg between Yoochun’s and their bodies fit together perfectly, Yoochun’s cheek pressed over Junsu’s heart. Yoochun is warm and, despite all the protruding bones, soft. “You don’t always have to ask,” Junsu whispers against his hair.
“Aww,” Yoochun coos, tickling Junsu’s ribs lightly. “Xiah Junsu likes to cuddle?”
Junsu smiles to himself. “Maybe. Kim Junsu likes Park Yoochun.”
Yoochun lifts his head and looks at Junsu with such longing that it sends butterflies fluttering around his tummy. Embarrassed, Junsu looks away to the television. He clears his throat and says, “Movie?”
Yoochun locates the remote and presses play. A B-grade Japanese horror movie flickers into life. Junsu bites his lip to stop a chuckle escaping - apparently Yoochun is a glutton for punishment. Junsu’s seen it before, and he knows that Yoochun definitely won’t like it.
They watch again in silence, comfortably locked together, and every time a scary moment approaches, Junsu tilts Yoochun’s face up for a kiss.
x
As the ending credits roll, Junsu breaks away from Yoochun and laughs loudly. Yoochun adopts a suitably wounded expression and punches him in the arm.
“Stop laughing! It was scary!”
Junsu glances at Yoochun’s face and erupts into another bout of giggles. “I never knew you had such a girly scream,” he gasps out.
Mortified, Yoochun tries to squish Junsu’s face into the duvet. “I do not!”
Junsu still manages to laugh around a mouthful of cotton. “Oh, help me, Junsu! The big scary schoolgirl is going to kill me!” Junsu imitates in a girly voice.
Yoochun lets go and Junsu rolls back over, ready to mock Yoochun some more. He opens his mouth, but any words are hushed when a pillow smacks him dead on the face. When it’s removed, Junsu stares at Yoochun, slack-jawed with disbelief. It’s Yoochun’s turn to laugh.
“Oh no you did not,” Junsu says, breaking out of his shocked trance.
Yoochun taps his chin in mock-thought. “I think I just did.”
Junsu grabs the nearest pillow and launches himself at Yoochun with a war cry. The effect is sort of lost though, as Junsu’s war cry is pretty similar to his dolphin impression.
He gets a particularly good shot at the side of Yoochun’s head and Yoochun goes down on the bed like a lead balloon. Still, he’s laughing like a hyena on speed, which Junsu supposes can only be a good thing.
A furious pillow fight rages on for the next ten minutes. Yoochun delivers a low blow to Junsu’s ass and Junsu falls face first into Yoochun’s crotch. It only serves to make them laugh even harder.
A loud knock breaks the fight and Yoochun freezes, mere inches from whacking Junsu in the mouth with his pillow.
“Boys,” Yoochun’s mom says, muffled through the walls, “I know you’re having fun but it’s nearly one in the morning.”
“Sorry!” They both chorus, and hear her laugh as she walks away.
Junsu sneaks a guilty glance at Yoochun and they both snigger like little boys. Junsu drops his pillow and flops back on the bed. “What was that all about?” he says, flinging an arm over his face and shuddering with residual giggles.
Gentle fingers pry his arm away and Junsu is met with the beautiful sight of Yoochun, breathless with laughter. They do nothing but look at each other for a few moments and Junsu can’t help it when his gaze keeps dropping to Yoochun’s lips.
“This is fun,” he whispers.
Yoochun pins his arm to the bed and leans in. “I know.”
x
Junsu smiles brightly when Yoochun walks back into the room. After their impromptu make-out session - (“I haven’t done it like this since I was a teenager,” Yoochun said between hot, clinging kisses) - they decided it was time to brush their teeth and sleep.
Yoochun returns the smile with a wink and slides under the covers next to Junsu. They shift around to lie on their sides facing each other. Junsu pillows his hands under his head, closes his eyes and sighs happily. “Thanks for inviting me over,” he says quietly.
There’s a tiny shuffle and then Junsu feels a feather-light touch against his eyelids, first one then the other. He blinks them open and Yoochun’s mouth is closer than it was seconds ago.
“So sappy,” he says, still smiling.
Yoochun shrugs and gently guides Junsu to lie flat. “We’re allowed. No one’s watching.” He slides on top of Junsu carefully.
Junsu recognises the glint in Yoochun’s eye and swallows thickly. “Yoochunah,” he warns. “Your mom. Yoohwan.”
“What about them?” Yoochun says, already unbuttoning Junsu’s pyjama top.
Junsu can’t help arching into each press of finger against skin. “We can’t. What if they hear something?”
“Well,” Yoochun replies, pulling Junsu’s pyjama bottoms down with practiced ease and a leer to match. “You’ll just have to be quiet then.”
When Yoochun begins to touch him, Junsu closes his eyes, forgets everything, and just feels.
x
Junsu frowns as the alarm on his cellphone starts beeping. He rubs his face into the pillow and groans. It’s way too early. The beeping ceases and Junsu groans again, clinging to his pillow with fervour.
The pillow grunts at him and shifts. “Can’t. Breathe,” it says, sounding slightly strangled.
Junsu blinks his eyes open and huffs out a loud sigh against Yoochun’s shoulder. “Useless pillow,” he mumbles. “Moves.”
Yoochun grunts again in response. As Junsu’s senses slowly come back to him, he realises that he’s draped over Yoochun’s back and can’t feel one of his hands.
He locates it, trapped under Yoochun’s chest. With Herculean effort, Junsu tries to claim his hand back. His strength fails - Yoochun’s fingers are linked with his own and don’t seem to want to let go anytime soon.
“Yoochun. Hand. Need.” He pokes Yoochun’s side until Yoochun grumbles and shifts. Junsu rolls back and lets Yoochun turn over onto his back.
“Morning, sunshine,” Yoochun says, voice gravelly with sleep and sending a jolt through Junsu’s gut. He looks at Yoochun’s face, creased and marked with sleep, and feels his heart swell a bit.
“Morning,” he echoes, leaning across to kiss Yoochun’s cheek. Mornings always make him drowsily affectionate.
Yoochun catches him before he can move back and draws him into a soft, closed-mouth kiss. When they part, Junsu collapses on the bed and presses his face into Yoochun’s neck. “Don’t wanna go work.”
Yoochun chuckles and the bed shakes slightly. “Gotta. Get up, Yunho will kill me if I don’t get you back in time to get sorted.”
“Nooo,” Junsu whines. “Tired. Your fault.”
Yoochun pulls away and out of the bed. “Can’t believe I’m more coherent than you. Come on.”
Junsu refuses, burying himself deeper into the sheets. He knows he’s being a brat, but it’s worth it just to have Yoochun out of bed before him.
However, he decides that it may not be worth it when Yoochun drags him across the bed by his feet and picks him up in a fireman’s lift.
“Lemme go!” Junsu protests, upside down over Yoochun’s shoulder. “I’ll break you!”
“Whatever,” Yoochun says, stumbling towards the bathroom. “I’ve been working out.”
Junsu considers this as blood rushes into his head. Yoochun only sounds slightly strained, so he might not be lying.
“Fatass,” Yoochun teases, slapping Junsu’s butt before setting him down carefully. Junsu can’t even be bothered to glare and just picks up his toothbrush.
It takes them longer than usual to get ready, their progress hindered by kind-of-disgusting toothpaste kisses, lost socks and Yoochun attempting - and failing - to dress Junsu.
It’s the most fun Junsu’s had in weeks.
x
Junsu slips on his shoes and smiles at Yoochun’s mom. “Sorry for all the noise last night,” he apologises, deliberately not thinking about what happened after the pillow fight. “I think we regressed to twelve year olds.”
She grins at him and shakes her head. “It’s fine. It’s good to see you both so happy,” she says, shooting Yoochun a meaningful glance before hugging Junsu goodbye.
Yoochun blushes and rolls his eyes. Junsu makes a note to tease him about that at work later.
“I’ll see you at the studio,” Junsu says, opening the door.
Yoochun nods and reaches out to squeeze Junsu’s shoulder. “Come stay again sometime?”
Junsu grins and copies one of Yoochun’s winks. “Next sleepover’s at mine, baby.”
He leaves, and the sound of Yoochun and his mom laughing follows him out of the door.