Learning to Fly
Learning to Fly
Yoochun/Junsu
Highschool AU
PG-13. ~11,200 words
Yoochun and Junsu during a week and a half of highschool life. Band geeks, best friends, and...?
Huge thanks to junkojjang for being a fabulous beta and correcting my creative grammar, and to mcdoherty for being the best cheerleader a girl could have. ♥
Split into two parts because it was too big for one post! ;D
Thank you to everyone who voted! ♥♥♥
“Dude, what do you reckon?”
Junsu jumped as Yoochun elbowed him, none-too-gently, in the ribs. He turned slightly to scowl at his friend. “What?” he hissed quietly, mindful of the performance in front of them. Yoochun rolled his eyes and pointed towards the stage.
“Him. What do you reckon? Good?”
Junsu glanced towards the stage where a skinny boy with dreadful hair was attempting to play The Liberty Bell. “I dunno,” he answered with a shrug. “Maybe if he wasn’t so nervous…”
Yoochun elbowed him again and rolled his eyes when Junsu glared at him with force. “You’re too nice. He sucks ass.”
Junsu groaned. “Yeah, because you’re so brilliant. How do you know what sucking ass is like anyway?”
“Well,” Yoochun started, winking, “you remember that girl from my cousin’s party…”
Junsu clamped his hands over his ears and shook his head violently. “Not listening! Not listening!” He wondered if he could murder Yoochun with his eyes alone. During his little hate parade, Junsu noticed that Yoochun was laughing and that everyone else was staring at him. Wincing, he removed his hands from his ears.
“Kim Junsu, will you shut up and show some respect for the students trying to audition?”
Junsu felt his anger shrivel under the heated stare he was receiving from one Shim Changmin, sophomore and drum major. Younger than Junsu, but no less fierce. Junsu swallowed hard and bowed his head, cheeks hot with embarrassment. “Sorry.”
Changmin sighed and turned back to the stage. Yoochun sniggered behind his hand and Junsu presented him with a sharp slap to his thigh.
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun said, still sniggering and not sounding the least bit sorry. “I’ll take you out for some disgusting ginseng tea after practice?”
Junsu rubbed gently at his temples. How did he end up in the same school as Park Yoochun, let alone in the same section in the same marching band. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not a girl and we are not dating.”
“What?” Yoochun looked at him like he was some sort of alien. “You’re not a girl? But that ass!”
Junsu gave up. He stood up to leave but was promptly yanked back down into his seat. Before he could escape or protest, Yoochun put an arm around him and squished him into a half-hug. “Come on, I’m sorry,” he whispered softly into Junsu’s ear. “We can just hang out after practice and I’ll pay, okay?”
Junsu tried to simultaneously lean into Yoochun’s touch and pull away from it. He let out a noise of frustration. “Fine. But I want cake too.”
Yoochun smiled against his ear before he sat back. “Whatever you say, babe.”
Junsu took a deep breath and turned back to face the next student standing nervously on stage. He entertained thoughts of beating Yoochun with his clarinet, then shoving it where the sun doesn’t shine.
-
As it turned out, hanging out after practice was pretty awesome. Junsu and Yoochun met up with a few friends from band and headed into town to their favourite over-priced coffee shop. Not that Junsu minded - he hadn’t forgotten Yoochun’s promise to pay.
“I need to think before I speak,” Yoochun muttered as he handed over the money for his iced coffee, Junsu’s tea and a large piece of carrot cake. Junsu just smiled his best angelic smile.
“I see Junsu got away with it again.”
Junsu looked up from his cake and grinned as he joined their friends at a table. The boy who had just spoken was Jaejoong - senior, pretty, hard as nails. Tambourine. No one messed with him.
“Yoochun was being mean,” Junsu said with an exaggerated pout. “So he bought me cake.”
“My poor allowance,” Yoochun mourned, sitting down opposite Junsu and sighing dramatically. “Drained by cake and disgusting health drinks.”
Another of their friends, Yunho, snorted and patted Yoochun on the arm. Yunho was better friends with Junsu, but he pretty much got on with anyone. Junsu envied his ease with people. Yunho played the tuba and so commanded a lot of respect - not just anyone could carry round a huge hunk of metal and play it well.
Junsu dug his fork into the cake and took a bite. “Mmm,” he moaned. “So good.”
Yoochun kicked him under the table. “No cakegasm in public, please.”
“Shut up.” Junsu kicked him right back.
“Yunho, save me,” Jaejoong pleaded. “They’ve started.”
Yoochun stuck out his bottom lip and fixed Junsu with liquid eyes. “Seeing as I apologised and paid, you should let me have at least half of that cake.”
Junsu snorted in disgust. “The puppy eyes won’t work on me anymore. Sucks to be you. And don’t even think about making that into a dirty joke.”
Yoochun closed his mouth and pouted even harder than before. “Pleeeeease?” he whined, staring at Junsu with deep, imploring eyes. Junsu tried not to shiver under Yoochun’s gaze. It was kind of hard though, with Yoochun biting his lip and lowering his eyelids.
“Fine!” Junsu said quickly. He looked away, face flushing, and stabbed a forkful of cake for Yoochun with more force than was probably necessary. “If it’ll stop you whining like a three year old, here you go.” He held the fork out and purposely didn’t watch as Yoochun slid his mouth and tongue over the treat.
“Yummy,” Yoochun said as he pulled back, half-muffled with cake.
Junsu frowned and shoved more cake into his own mouth to cover his embarrassment.
“Indirect kiss,” Jaejoong said flippantly. Junsu flicked cake crumbs at him.
When Jaejoong began flicking drops of cold coffee at Junsu, Yunho decided it was time to step in. “Children!” he said loudly. “Stop that or you’ll all have to sit in the naughty corner.”
“Yoochun lives there,” Junsu muttered darkly. Yoochun laughed, pleased. Jaejoong punched Yunho in the arm.
“Anyway,” Yunho continued, rubbing his arm, “you all ready for the game next week?”
Yoochun leant back in his seat, foot tapping against Junsu’s under the table. “Sure am,” he said comfortably. “I think it’ll be a good one.”
“Confident, aren’t you?” Jaejoong teased, poking Yoochun in the cheek.
“Like you guys don’t know it’ll be great,” Yoochun said with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Junsu interjected, “but we don’t all act like smug bastards about it.”
Yunho laughed and Yoochun smiled wickedly. Junsu instantly regretted opening his mouth. “Whatever,” Yoochun dismissed. “I bring people to their knees with my sax.”
Junsu groaned and resisted the urge to smack his head against the table. “You only started playing so you could say that.”
“Oh yeah,” Yoochun retorted, “because I was totally thinking about that when I was eight.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Junsu said. He grinned at Yunho and they shared an enthusiastic high five.
“It’s okay, Yoochun,” Jaejoong consoled, “we all know that you’ve turned perversion into an art form.”
Junsu glanced at his watch and sighed. He pushed his chair back and stood up. “As much as I’d love to stay and talk about Yoochun’s fall from grace, I’ve gotta get home for dinner.”
“Aww, I wanted to watch you and Yoochun flirt for a bit longer,” Jaejoong said sadly.
“We do not-“
“He’s just joking,” Yunho cut in gently, squeezing Junsu’s hand. “Ignore him. Just bitter because he got turned down last week. Twice.”
Jaejoong glared at Yunho. “Whatever.”
Junsu swallowed down a smile and looked at Yoochun. “Still staying over tomorrow night?”
Yoochun nodded. “You bet. Is your dad making pizza?”
“Sleepover?” Jaejoong said, instantly perking up. “Pizza?”
Junsu coughed. “Uh, sorry. You know what my parents are like. One at a time. And yes, Yoochun, there will be pizza.”
Yoochun let out a whoop of joy while Jaejoong wilted in his chair once again. Yunho ruffled his hair. “Nevermind, Jaejoong. How about I come over and we’ll harass your sisters?”
Everyone laughed when Jaejoong perked up again.
-
Junsu laughed through a mouth full of pizza as someone’s head exploded on the screen. “Dude, stop being such a wuss. You need to watch this.”
Yoochun stayed resolutely behind his cushion, stuffing his face with pizza under the protection of his makeshift shield. “You can call me whatever you want, I am not mentally scarring myself for no good reason.”
Junsu looked over at him and rolled his eyes. “But it’s funny!” He threw a crust at Yoochun for good measure. Another head exploded all over the female lead’s rather impressive bosom. Junsu laughed again, spraying bits of pizza and god knows what all over himself.
Yoochun watched him with disgusted interest. “Why do so many girls think you’re cute?”
“Huh?” Junsu replied eloquently, staring at Yoochun with his mouth open and half a slice of pizza hanging out of it.
Yoochun smiled. “Never mind. Who could resist those doe eyes, even with half-masticated dough hanging out your mouth.”
Junsu swallowed and frowned at him. “What are you talking about? Speak a language I understand.”
Yoochun groped for the remote, still protecting his eyes with the cushion. He changed the channel and sighed in relief, tossing away the temporary faceguard. “Hey!” Junsu protested loudly. “I was watching that!”
“It was too much for my poor innocent mind,” Yoochun said. “Plus-“ he glanced at the screen, “-Dancing on ice is way better.”
Junsu flopped back into the couch and frowned at the sparkly-clothed men spinning around on the ice. Yoochun was insane for picking this over exploding heads.
“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” Yoochun asked suddenly.
Junsu turned his head to look at Yoochun wearily. “Not this again, Yoochun. You know I don’t care about that stuff.”
Yoochun held his hands up in defence. “I’m just asking. I don’t understand it. You’ve got some really pretty girls fawning over you and you’re telling me you’re not interested?”
Junsu felt a blush creeping up his neck. “I didn’t say I wasn’t interested,” he said quickly. “I just don’t have time, what with band and schoolwork. And I’ve seen all the grief Jaejoong gets from girls. Who wants that?”
Yoochun studied him for a moment. Junsu shifted awkwardly under the intense stare. “What? Is there sauce on my face?”
“I can’t tell,” Yoochun said, breaking out of his trance. “Your face is always the colour of sauce.”
Junsu smacked him in the face with a cushion. “Asshole. Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”
Yoochun removed the offending upholstery and shrugged. Junsu was surprised at the lack of greasy smile. “No girls are catching my eye at the moment.”
Junsu’s stomach jumped and he scowled down at it. “You feeling okay?” Yoochun asked. “Too much pizza?”
Looking up, Junsu shook his head. “I’m fine, but-“ he caught the time on the bottom of the television screen, “-We should sleep. School tomorrow.”
Yoochun groaned and heaved himself up from the couch. “Why must you remind me? We’ve got another practice tomorrow as well.” He leant over to switch the television off and eyed Junsu, still sat on the sofa. “I thought you wanted to sleep?”
“I do,” Junsu said. “But I ate so much pizza that I’m a giant, fat blob and now I can’t move.”
“Oh, okay,” Yoochun said cheerfully. “Goodnight, then.” He waved at Junsu and headed towards the stairs.
“You suck!” Junsu whisper-yelled after him. He rolled off the sofa and dragged himself up the stairs. The sound of running water reached his ears, putting Yoochun in the bathroom. Junsu headed to his room and started unrolling Yoochun’s sleeping bag. It was actually Junsu’s own, but Yoochun stayed over so much that Junsu had pretty much designated it as his.
“Is it weird that I have a toothbrush at your house?” Yoochun said, wandering in and half scaring the crap out of Junsu.
“Why would it be weird?” Junsu stood up and threw a pillow onto the floor for Yoochun. “It’s better than you using mine. Gross.” He shuddered at the memory.
Yoochun grinned. “You didn’t like sharing spit with me?”
“Shut up unless you want regurgitated pizza all over your face. I’m going to pee.” Junsu pushed past Yoochun and stalked across the hall into the bathroom. He used the facilities and then set about washing his face and brushing his teeth. Junsu looked into the mirror above the sink as he brushed furiously. He and Yoochun were good friends. They were close, had been for years, and Junsu trusted Yoochun completely. But sometimes Yoochun pushed a little too far, tested their friendship too much. Junsu spat into the basin and rinsed, willing his thoughts to swirl down in the plughole with the remainder of his toothpaste.
Back in Junsu’s room, Yoochun was snug inside the sleeping bag, his nose, eyes and forehead just peeping out of the top. Junsu smiled at the familiar sight. “Cute,” he said, closing the door and climbing across Yoochun to flop onto his bed.
“You’re cuter,” Yoochun said, muffled by the sleeping bag. Junsu could tell he was smiling by the crinkled eyes.
“Thanks. Goodnight.” Junsu turned off the light and rolled over, smiling to himself as Yoochun echoed the word back at him softly.
-
Halfway through the night, Junsu woke up suddenly as his bed shook violently beneath him.
“Sorry,” Yoochun whispered. Junsu’s barely-conscious brain just about registered their close proximity.
“What are you doing?” he mumbled, blinking and trying to locate Yoochun in the darkness. “Why’re you in my bed?”
Yoochun turned over and Junsu felt their legs brush together under the covers. “I couldn’t sleep. I’m sorry, do you want me to leave?”
Junsu sighed, heavy and sleepy. He reached out and squeezed Yoochun’s nearest available limb. “S’okay. If you can rest… just this once.”
“Thanks,” Yoochun said. “I’ll try not to cling.”
Junsu snuggled back down and closed his eyes. “Tell anyone about this and you’re dead.”
Yoochun laughed and Junsu smiled at the sound. He was already drifting off again and when he did, he dreamt of open doors and easy smiles and Miles Davis.
When they woke up cuddled together, neither said anything. Yoochun grinned at him, face marked with sleep, and Junsu didn’t feel weird at all.
-
“Who hid my fucking tambourine?”
Junsu looked up from the music sheet he and Yoochun were studying. “What?”
“My fucking tambourine! Who hid it?” Jaejoong practically growled, stalking around the room and peering under chairs.
Junsu raised an eyebrow at Yoochun. “Was it you?” he whispered. Yoochun smiled in a way that Junsu supposed he should interpret as innocent. He wasn’t buying it. “It was you.”
“Shh!” Yoochun hissed, still smiling. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. But if Jaejoong thinks he’s looking in the right room, he’s wrong.”
Junsu snorted and shoved at Yoochun’s shoulder, both of them sniggering like a couple of naughty boys. Which, Junsu mused, they probably were.
“What are you two lovebirds whispering about?” Jaejoong demanded, throwing himself down in a chair next to Junsu. “I bet Heechul hid my tambourine, the jealous little bitch.”
“Kim Jaejoong!” Changmin’s booming voice cut across the room. “If I hear you swear one more time, I’m going to shove your tambourine so far up your backside that you’ll be coughing bells for a week. As soon as you find it.”
Yoochun snorted extra loud and tried to disguise it as a sneeze. “Way to go, Shim!”
“And you can shut up too.”
Junsu scratched his nose to hide his grin. “Owned,” he said under his breath. Yoochun opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted as Yunho lumbered into the room armed with his tuba, a tambourine and a very confused expression.
“Jaejoong? Why was your tambourine in my locker?” Yunho set down his tuba carefully and waved the tambourine at Jaejoong for emphasis.
Jaejoong winced. “You’re doing it wrong!”
Junsu and Yoochun shared a knowing look and both stood up. “We’re going to practice somewhere a bit quieter,” Yoochun announced, grabbing the sheet music and his saxophone. Junsu picked up his clarinet from its stand and started to follow Yoochun out of the door.
Jaejoong paused from trying to wrestle his beloved tambourine from Yunho’s grip. “Go fuck against a piano or something!”
“Kim Jaejoong!”
Junsu and Yoochun bolted from the room as a livid Changmin stalked towards Jaejoong. “C4?” Junsu whispered. Yoochun nodded and ushered them into the biggest individual practice room. It was only empty because everyone else was in the main classroom. Yoochun closed the door behind them and Junsu sighed in relief. He leant against the piano and Jaejoong’s words echoed in his head. He frowned. “Why is hyung so crude?”
Yoochun looked up from spreading his sheet music out and smiled. “He doesn’t mean it.”
“Then why does he say it? Sometimes I think he hates me,” Junsu said absently, gripping his clarinet tightly.
“How could anyone hate you?” Yoochun teased, kicking Junsu’s foot gently. “I think he’s just jealous of our friendship. Not that he’d ever say it.”
Junsu sighed. “Whatever. Let’s practice.”
Shrugging, Yoochun shifted over so Junsu could see the music. They started to play. Junsu forgot all about Jaejoong and his confusing jibes and concentrated on the smooth sound of Yoochun’s saxophone, the way their instruments blended together. Junsu loved music. For someone with so many words, Junsu often found it hard to express himself. But then there was music, and Junsu found he didn’t need to struggle for words anymore.
He hadn’t even realised that Yoochun had stopped playing until he felt eyes on him. Pausing with a stumbled squeak, Junsu yanked the clarinet out of his mouth and flushed. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly.
Yoochun grinned and shoved his shoulder lightly. “Yeah, alright, Mr Natural Talent. We all know you can improvise.”
Junsu winced. “I didn’t mean to. I was thinking.”
“I know,” Yoochun reassured, grin gentling to a genuine smile. “I love it when you play from the heart.”
“I love it when you play, too,” Junsu blurted out. Yoochun’s smile widened and Junsu didn’t miss the tinge of pink in his cheeks. “Play the piano for me?” Junsu asked, wanting to distract himself from Yoochun’s happy eyes.
“Demanding,” Yoochun whined. He sat down at the piano anyway, handing his saxophone to Junsu. Junsu laughed as Yoochun started playing a jazzy version of the Spiderman theme tune. He sang along anyway, even though he secretly preferred Batman.
A knock at the door startled Junsu out of singing. Yoochun, however, wasn’t bothered, his fingers sliding over the keys without so much as a pause. Changmin’s head poked around the door. “We’re ready for group practice now,” he said with a brief smile. “I need you two back in there before I really do make Jaejoong choke on those bells.”
Yoochun turned and smiled at Changmin, a happy little tune tinkling out of the piano. “Sure thing, boss.”
“Remember, party at mine this Saturday. You guys need to relax before the game.” Changmin winked at them and closed the door.
Yoochun did a little victory dance. Junsu laughed at him. “Stop that, it doesn’t work.” He didn’t mention that Yoochun shaking his flat butt was sort of cute, in a stupid way.
“Sorry, we can’t all be Kylie Minogue,” Yoochun said, stopping his flailing and poking Junsu in the chest.
“Who?” Junsu said, confused.
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “She’s short with a perfect ass.” He ducked as Junsu tried to slap him upside the head.
They shoved and poked each other all the way back to the main classroom. In the middle of the second song, Yoochun winked at Junsu and Junsu had to focus on not improvising.
-
“Should I have brought a date?” Junsu said, fidgeting and smoothing down the sides of his hair as he and Yoochun made their way to Changmin’s house.
“You’ve got me,” Yoochun said, shooting Junsu a sly grin. “Why would you need a date?”
“Yoochun,” Junsu whined. “Jaejoong is going to give me so much shit for this.”
Yoochun licked his lips and shrugged. “Jaejoong doesn’t have a date either.”
Junsu frowned at him and rubbed his nose in frustration.
“Come on,” Yoochun laughed, “we’re band geeks, remember? We’re not supposed to have dates.”
“Speak for yourself,” Junsu huffed. “You said loads of girls like me. And the thing you did at your cousin’s party…” he trailed off, blushing. Yoochun laughed loudly and Junsu couldn’t help his smile. “What number does Shim live at?” he asked, desperate to stop embarrassing himself.
“Fourteen.”
Junsu pointed to a house across the street. “Think it’s that one?” All the lights were on, music blasting out of every open window.
Yoochun snorted. “Good work, Watson.”
“How do you get to be Sherlock Holmes?”
Yoochun beamed winningly. “You’re my short side-kick.”
Junsu decided to let Yoochun win just once - he kicked Yoochun in the leg and darted across the road to Changmin’s house.
Inside, the music wasn’t as loud as Junsu first thought. There were loads of people there - all the kids from band, and a bunch of others he didn’t even know. Apparently Changmin had even more friends than Yoochun.
“Boo!”
Junsu jumped as Yunho grabbed him from behind, one arm slung over Junsu’s shoulders. “Hyung, you scared the crap out of me.”
Yunho smiled and handed Junsu a cup of something. Coke-coloured and suspiciously strong smelling. “Sorry. Who did you come with?”
“Yoochun,” Junsu answered, distracted by the burning in his throat as he took a long drink from the cup. “What the heck is this? Poison?”
“The more you drink, the better it tastes,” Jaejoong said, cutting in and appearing in front of Junsu’s eyes as if out of nowhere. “So I hear you came with Yoochun.”
Junsu opened his mouth to protest when Yoochun slid an arm around Jaejoong’s waist and kissed him on the cheek. “Jealousy doesn’t become you, hyung,” he said, sending Junsu a conspiratorial wink. Junsu scowled in response and decided he needed another drink. He pushed through a crowd of giggling girls and headed towards the kitchen.
Two hours later, Junsu was clinging to a doorframe and thinking that maybe he’d had one too many tequila shots. He’d felt weird when Yoochun kissed Jaejoong’s cheek, and tried to drown the feelings in as many drinks as he could get hold of. It was probably just childish jealousy, he supposed. Yoochun was his best friend but he never kissed Junsu.
“Junsu?”
Junsu slid down the doorframe a bit and shook his head. Now Yoochun was even talking to him via telepathy, he thought drunkenly.
“Junsu, what are you doing down there?”
Junsu looked up and squinted at Yoochun through hazy vision. “Why’re you a giant?” he slurred. Giant Yoochun laughed and crouched down in front of Junsu. “Oh,” Junsu said. “Now you’re normal.”
Yoochun snorted and pulled Junsu up carefully. “Are you drunk?”
Junsu pointed at himself innocently. “Me? Nooo. Drunk on life!” he declared, throwing his arms out and grinning. He watched as Yoochun tilted sideways. “Stop moving,” he said, waving his arms and trying to get Yoochun to stand still.
Yoochun giggled and grabbed onto Junsu’s shoulders. “Oh my god, you’re wasted.”
Junsu clung to Yoochun and looked him in the eye. “Don’t tell my mom,” he whispered seriously.
Yoochun hugged Junsu close and giggled again. “I won’t, I promise. Why don’t you dance with Jaejoong?”
Junsu pulled back, albeit a little shakily. “What? Why?”
“Because he’s so terrible that it might make you focus on staying upright.”
Even in his drunken stupor, Junsu managed to raise an eyebrow. “Does that make sense?”
Yoochun steered them through to the living room where a makeshift disco had been fashioned. Yunho was flicking the lights on and off and laughing stupidly. Junsu suspected that he wasn’t the only drunk one.
“Jaejoong!” Yoochun yelled. “Junsu wants to dance with you!”
Junsu found himself being pushed towards Jaejoong, who was spinning slowly in a circle and making weird rolling motions with his shoulders. He held his arms out when he spotted Junsu. “Junsu, my baby! Come and dance with hyung.”
“But, Yoochun?” Junsu turned but Yoochun was gone. Probably off to find some poor innocent girl to hit on, Junsu thought darkly. Probably the cute girl who played the flute and flirted with Yoochun all the time.
“C’mere baby,” Jaejoong murmured. He pulled Junsu into a hug. Junsu wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s back and hung on tight as they stumbled around in little circles. “What’s on your mind that you’re so drunk, hmm?”
Junsu blinked and tried to focus his eyes as the room spun around them. “Why doesn’t Yoochun kiss me?” he said suddenly. “He kisses you.”
Jaejoong pulled back and stared at Junsu. “What?”
Junsu felt the colour drain from his face. “Jaejoong, I think I’m going to-“ He was cut off as Jaejoong turned him around and propelled him into Changmin’s backyard. He was bent over a bush and promptly emptied the contents of his stomach over a gorgeous flower bed. “Oh shit,” Junsu moaned between surges.
Jaejoong touched Junsu’s back, thumb stroking over the knobs of his spine. “Feel better?” he asked gently.
“No,” Junsu answered miserably. He coughed a few times and then slumped down clumsily on the floor. “I feel like someone just ran me over. Twice.”
Jaejoong eased down next to Junsu on the grass and smiled knowingly. “Imagine how you’ll feel in the morning.”
“Thanks for the kind words, hyung,” Junsu groaned. He sat forward with his head between his knees. “Why did I drink so much?”
“Because you want Yoochun to kiss you?” Jaejoong said nonchalantly, deliberately looking away when Junsu’s head shot up.
“What?”
Jaejoong glanced back at him and shrugged. “You just asked me why Yoochun doesn’t kiss you.”
Junsu ran his fingers through his hair nervously. “Did I? It must have been the drink,” he said, wishing his thoughts would stop rushing around his head. The mix of alcohol and hormones wasn’t entirely too pleasant.
Jaejoong looked away again. He pulled a packet of cigarettes and a lighter out of the pocket of his jeans. “Want one?” he asked, offering the packet to Junsu. Junsu wrinkled his nose and declined. Jaejoong nodded and lit up, leaning back on one hand as he smoked. “You know Yoochun thinks you like me.”
Junsu stared at him in drunken disbelief. “He what?”
“I know, right?” Jaejoong chuckled and blew out a wispy plume of smoke. “He told me earlier that he thinks you’ve got a crush on me.”
Junsu shifted awkwardly on the grass. “Uh, I do like you, hyung. I just don’t-“
Jaejoong cut him off with a pointed look. “I know that, you idiot. I’m absolutely not your type, and I’ve seen the way you look at Yoochun. You’ve only got eyes for him.”
“Why do you always do that?” Junsu snapped, suddenly irritated. “What’s your obsession with Yoochun and me?”
Jaejoong stubbed out his cigarette on the floor. He slid closer to Junsu and put an arm around his shoulders. “I know I make crude and unfair comments. I just. I can’t help it sometimes. I’m a little jealous.”
Junsu unconsciously leant into Jaejoong’s embrace. “Of what?” he said incredulously. “Yoochun kisses you!”
That made Jaejoong laugh and squeeze Junsu tight. “It’s not about kissing, Junsu. It’s stupid and childish, but I knew you first and yet here you are, best friends with Yoochun as soon as you meet him.”
Junsu suddenly had the urge for another drink. Then maybe the uncomfortable feeling in his gut would go away. “Hyung, I don’t know what to say. Yoochun, he…”
“Do you like him, Junsu? The way that you don’t like me?” Jaejoong asked, smiling behind his hand with a warmth Junsu had never really noticed before.
“I-“ he hesitated, brain still full of cheap soju and vodka and too many thoughts. “He’s my best friend, hyung. He likes girls. And I’m a boy.”
“That doesn’t answer my question though, does it?” Jaejoong regarded Junsu with kind eyes. “Do you like him? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You can tell me.”
Junsu pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes and sighed heavily. “I want him to kiss me, hyung. Sometimes I think he’s going to do it and my heart feels all funny and then my head gets all fuzzy. But then nothing happens and I feel stupid because Yoochun is just… Yoochun, you know? He’s so nice and kind and-“ Junsu clapped a hand over his mouth, effectively cutting himself off from blurting anymore nonsense to Jaejoong. “I’m sorry! Forget I just rambled all about that. I, uh…”
Jaejoong pried Junsu’s hand away and held it in his own. “You should talk to him about it, Junsu. I know he’d understand.”
Junsu yanked his hand back and vehemently shook his head. “No! All I’d get is pity. And I don’t even know if I like him or if we’re too close. It’s stupid. Forget I said anything.”
“Junsu…” Jaejoong frowned. Junsu stared down at the grass and Jaejoong let out a soft sigh. “Come on, we need to clean you up a bit.” He stood up and pulled Junsu up by the armpits.
Junsu swayed on the spot for a second. The drunk feelings came back with force as he tried to walk back through into Changmin’s house. He flinched when Jaejoong’s warm arms wrapped around him. “Hopeless,” Jaejoong whispered quietly. “Upstairs. You can brush your teeth and then you’ll feel better.”
Junsu let himself be guided up the stairs. He tripped twice; once on a passed out senior and once on a paper cup. Jaejoong giggled into his ear and pushed him into the bathroom. “Here,” he said, handing Junsu a toothbrush. “Use it and we’ll throw it away. No one has to know.”
Junsu wrinkled his nose in disdain. “But-“
“Do you want to taste like puke all night?” Jaejoong interrupted with a raised brow. Junsu sighed in resignation and began brushing his teeth. He peered into the mirror and frowned. His face was flushed in patches and his hair was a complete mess. Spitting into the sink, Junsu turned the cold tap on high and splashed water over his heated skin.
“Feel better?” Jaejoong asked. He ran his fingers through the running water and smoothed them through Junsu’s hair, trying to tame it into some semblance of style.
Junsu nodded and turned the tap off. “A bit. Still drunk, but minty fresh.” He smiled at Jaejoong. “Thank you, hyung.”
Jaejoong smiled in response and reached to open the bathroom door. “You should find him. If you won’t tell him how you feel, at least assure him that he’s got it wrong about you and me. He’ll hound me forever if you don’t set him straight.”
“Okay,” Junsu sighed. “I’ll try.” He hesitated awkwardly for a moment. “Really, hyung, thank you. Um, I’m sorry that you-“
Jaejoong cut him off with a tight hug. Junsu reciprocated, shy hands coming up to stroke Jaejoong’s back. “You’re welcome,” Jaejoong whispered. “Go look for your boy.”
Junsu pulled away, heat flushing his cheeks. He turned and caught sight of Yoochun’s hair through a crowd of people on the stairs. Junsu sighed - at least he wouldn’t have to look very far.
Junsu caught up with Yoochun just as he was opening Changmin’s front door. “Yoochun!” he yelled, stumbling over a pair of shoes on the floor. “Ouch. Crap. Yoochun, wait up!”
Yoochun turned and smiled. He seemed surprised to see Junsu. “Hey you. Still wasted?”
Junsu punched him in the arm. Or tried to. “Uh, maybe.”
Yoochun laughed and grabbed Junsu’s hand to keep him steady. “Luckily you’re an adorably dumb drunk.”
Junsu pouted at that. He glanced down at their joined hands and felt his heart go all funny again. His stomach twisted, and for a moment Junsu thought he was going to be sick again. Then he realised what it was. “Yoochun,” he said quietly, “I need to tell you something.”
Yoochun frowned, concern etched across his features. “What’s up?”
Junsu was silent as he pulled Yoochun away from the house to a dark spot on the sidewalk. He let go of Yoochun’s hand as soon as they stood still, glad that Yoochun couldn’t see his heated face or hear just how hard his heart was pounding.
“Junsu,” Yoochun murmured, moving closer, “you didn’t even put shoes on. You’ll get cold.”
Junsu looked down at his feet in surprise. He hadn’t even noticed. “It’s okay,” he said absently. “I’m drunk.”
Yoochun chuckled. “No shit, Sherlock.”
“I thought I was Watson?”
Yoochun cuffed Junsu on the chin and rolled his eyes. “What did you want to tell me, all the way out here in the dark? I thought you were having fun with Jaejoong.”
Junsu looked up sharply. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
A warm smile curved Yoochun’s lips. “It’s okay, Junsu. I know, and I’m totally cool with it.”
“You do? You are?” Junsu shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. “How?”
“Well I’d kinda been getting some vibes before, you know? But the past few days really confirmed it.” Yoochun’s smile widened as he spoke.
It’s because I let him in my bed, Junsu thought in panic. I should have kicked him out. Now he knows. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he said desperately.
“Why didn’t you?” Yoochun countered. “I couldn’t just out you!”
“How could I just tell you,” Junsu moaned. He covered his face with his hands. “This is so embarrassing.” He jumped when he felt Yoochun’s hand grip his shoulder.
“I know it’s a little awkward because he’s our friend, but I’m okay with it. I’m sure everyone else will be.” Yoochun smiled at Junsu encouragingly. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
Junsu felt the colour drain from his face. “He?”
Yoochun blinked in confusion. “Jaejoong… right?”
“What about him?” Junsu whispered, a sense of dread welling up inside him.
“I thought that…” Yoochun trailed off, brows knitting together with even more confusion. “You always talk about him. And then you were outside together tonight. I saw you hug as you came out of the bathroom just now. I just assumed-“
“I don’t like Jaejoong hyung like that,” Junsu interrupted. “What made you think I did? He told me you were trying to set us up.”
Yoochun took a step backwards in defence. “Hey, you always bring him up in conversation, complaining about how you think he hates you. And that time in the practice room, we were talking about him and then you got all distracted after and started improvising. I know what that means, Junsu. I’m not stupid.”
You are, Junsu thought heatedly, I was thinking about you, you idiot. Are you blind? His head spun with alcohol and the headache he was getting from the conversation taking a wrong turn. “Well I don’t like him,” he said through clenched teeth, “so stop interfering.”
Yoochun nibbled on his lower lip and then said, “I’m sorry, Junsu. Really. I didn’t know I’d got it wrong.”
“Really wrong,” Junsu sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
“Hey look, I’m sorry if I offended you by implying you might like a boy, okay?” Yoochun said defensively. “It’s not like you’ve had a girlfriend ever.”
Junsu stared at him. “Not having a girlfriend makes me gay?”
“No, I didn’t-“ Yoochun paused and rubbed his hands over his face, “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. You know I don’t think like that.” He sighed and gave Junsu a weak smile. “Look we’ve both been drinking and I just made an idiot of myself. I’m gonna go home and sleep. We can talk tomorrow, okay?”
Junsu said nothing as Yoochun turned and started to walk away. He felt stupid and embarrassed and slightly panicky that he’d just inadvertently told Yoochun his biggest secret. And then Yoochun had the audacity to leave. “Don’t just go!” Junsu shouted, uncaring of the time or volume of his voice. “You can’t walk away from an argument and expect everything to be okay after some sleep.”
Yoochun stopped and Junsu watched his shoulder’s slump. When he turned back, Yoochun wasn’t smiling. He walked slowly back towards Junsu. “Are you trying to pick a fight, Junsu? You know I hate arguing with you. And you’re drunk.”
“I know,” Junsu admitted. The panic was fading now that Yoochun wasn’t walking away from him anymore. “I just want to make sure that you know I don’t like Jaejoong hyung that way.”
Yoochun sighed. “You don’t have the hots for Jaejoong and you’re not gay. I get it. I’m sorry.”
“No, that’s not what I’m trying to say,” Junsu ground out, irritated with both Yoochun and himself. “You’re not listening.”
“What? Junsu, I don’t hear you trying to say anything. I’m too tired for this, we should just-“
“You can’t,” Junsu pleaded. He stepped forward and grasped Yoochun’s shoulders. “You can’t just leave after I… after I…”
“After you what, Junsu? I don’t get what you’re trying to say.” Yoochun’s eyes creased with concern as he held gently onto Junsu’s elbows. “What’s wrong?”
Junsu pushed forward, his arms folding between them, and kissed Yoochun. Eyes open and startlingly sober, Junsu pressed his mouth against Yoochun’s. Yoochun’s lips were warm and dry and Junsu felt sheer terror freeze in his chest. Until Yoochun’s eyes fluttered shut and his arms slipped around Junsu’s waist. Their mouths softened against one another’s and Junsu let his own eyes fall closed. The funny feeling in his heart was back, but it was warm as Yoochun tipped Junsu’s head back, opened his mouth and moaned. Junsu jerked away in surprise.
“You taste like mint,” Yoochun said breathlessly.
Junsu couldn’t take his eyes off Yoochun’s lips. “I puked.”
“What?” Yoochun laughed. “And you’re kissing me?”
Junsu decided to forego any further stalling, and kissed Yoochun again. Now that the fear was gone, all Junsu felt was happiness as Yoochun kissed the living daylights out of him. Yoochun’s mouth was wet and warm and wonderful and he kept doing something amazing with his tongue that had Junsu weak at the knees. He tried to copy it and Yoochun moaned into his mouth again, long and wanting. Junsu slid his fingers into Yoochun’s hair and pressed closer and when Yoochun’s hand cupped his backside, Junsu groaned and twisted. Their groins came into contact and Junsu felt the reactions of both their bodies.
He pulled back as fear gripped him again. “Oh my god.” He untangled himself from Yoochun and stumbled back. “What are we doing?”
Yoochun blinked at him and licked his lips. “Junsu, it’s okay,” he said hoarsely, sounding totally well-kissed. “It’s okay.”
Junsu touched at his kiss-swollen mouth and shook his head. “No, it’s not okay. How could I… When we’re both drunk…”
“We are drunk,” Yoochun said, trying to pull Junsu closer, “but it’s okay.”
“Stop saying that,” Junsu hissed. “It’s not. You don’t even. Go home. I can’t-“
Junsu turned and ran as fast as he could. It wasn’t meant to go like that. Kim Junsu didn’t get drunk and he definitely didn’t kiss his best friend who he’d secretly long-harboured a crush on.
“Junsu!” Yoochun yelled behind him. His voice sounded far away. “You’re not wearing any shoes!”
But Junsu didn’t care. He didn’t hear. He only ran faster, willing away the memory of Yoochun’s touch with every choking breath.
Part 2
Yoochun/Junsu
Highschool AU
PG-13. ~11,200 words
Yoochun and Junsu during a week and a half of highschool life. Band geeks, best friends, and...?
Huge thanks to junkojjang for being a fabulous beta and correcting my creative grammar, and to mcdoherty for being the best cheerleader a girl could have. ♥
Split into two parts because it was too big for one post! ;D
Thank you to everyone who voted! ♥♥♥
“Dude, what do you reckon?”
Junsu jumped as Yoochun elbowed him, none-too-gently, in the ribs. He turned slightly to scowl at his friend. “What?” he hissed quietly, mindful of the performance in front of them. Yoochun rolled his eyes and pointed towards the stage.
“Him. What do you reckon? Good?”
Junsu glanced towards the stage where a skinny boy with dreadful hair was attempting to play The Liberty Bell. “I dunno,” he answered with a shrug. “Maybe if he wasn’t so nervous…”
Yoochun elbowed him again and rolled his eyes when Junsu glared at him with force. “You’re too nice. He sucks ass.”
Junsu groaned. “Yeah, because you’re so brilliant. How do you know what sucking ass is like anyway?”
“Well,” Yoochun started, winking, “you remember that girl from my cousin’s party…”
Junsu clamped his hands over his ears and shook his head violently. “Not listening! Not listening!” He wondered if he could murder Yoochun with his eyes alone. During his little hate parade, Junsu noticed that Yoochun was laughing and that everyone else was staring at him. Wincing, he removed his hands from his ears.
“Kim Junsu, will you shut up and show some respect for the students trying to audition?”
Junsu felt his anger shrivel under the heated stare he was receiving from one Shim Changmin, sophomore and drum major. Younger than Junsu, but no less fierce. Junsu swallowed hard and bowed his head, cheeks hot with embarrassment. “Sorry.”
Changmin sighed and turned back to the stage. Yoochun sniggered behind his hand and Junsu presented him with a sharp slap to his thigh.
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun said, still sniggering and not sounding the least bit sorry. “I’ll take you out for some disgusting ginseng tea after practice?”
Junsu rubbed gently at his temples. How did he end up in the same school as Park Yoochun, let alone in the same section in the same marching band. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not a girl and we are not dating.”
“What?” Yoochun looked at him like he was some sort of alien. “You’re not a girl? But that ass!”
Junsu gave up. He stood up to leave but was promptly yanked back down into his seat. Before he could escape or protest, Yoochun put an arm around him and squished him into a half-hug. “Come on, I’m sorry,” he whispered softly into Junsu’s ear. “We can just hang out after practice and I’ll pay, okay?”
Junsu tried to simultaneously lean into Yoochun’s touch and pull away from it. He let out a noise of frustration. “Fine. But I want cake too.”
Yoochun smiled against his ear before he sat back. “Whatever you say, babe.”
Junsu took a deep breath and turned back to face the next student standing nervously on stage. He entertained thoughts of beating Yoochun with his clarinet, then shoving it where the sun doesn’t shine.
-
As it turned out, hanging out after practice was pretty awesome. Junsu and Yoochun met up with a few friends from band and headed into town to their favourite over-priced coffee shop. Not that Junsu minded - he hadn’t forgotten Yoochun’s promise to pay.
“I need to think before I speak,” Yoochun muttered as he handed over the money for his iced coffee, Junsu’s tea and a large piece of carrot cake. Junsu just smiled his best angelic smile.
“I see Junsu got away with it again.”
Junsu looked up from his cake and grinned as he joined their friends at a table. The boy who had just spoken was Jaejoong - senior, pretty, hard as nails. Tambourine. No one messed with him.
“Yoochun was being mean,” Junsu said with an exaggerated pout. “So he bought me cake.”
“My poor allowance,” Yoochun mourned, sitting down opposite Junsu and sighing dramatically. “Drained by cake and disgusting health drinks.”
Another of their friends, Yunho, snorted and patted Yoochun on the arm. Yunho was better friends with Junsu, but he pretty much got on with anyone. Junsu envied his ease with people. Yunho played the tuba and so commanded a lot of respect - not just anyone could carry round a huge hunk of metal and play it well.
Junsu dug his fork into the cake and took a bite. “Mmm,” he moaned. “So good.”
Yoochun kicked him under the table. “No cakegasm in public, please.”
“Shut up.” Junsu kicked him right back.
“Yunho, save me,” Jaejoong pleaded. “They’ve started.”
Yoochun stuck out his bottom lip and fixed Junsu with liquid eyes. “Seeing as I apologised and paid, you should let me have at least half of that cake.”
Junsu snorted in disgust. “The puppy eyes won’t work on me anymore. Sucks to be you. And don’t even think about making that into a dirty joke.”
Yoochun closed his mouth and pouted even harder than before. “Pleeeeease?” he whined, staring at Junsu with deep, imploring eyes. Junsu tried not to shiver under Yoochun’s gaze. It was kind of hard though, with Yoochun biting his lip and lowering his eyelids.
“Fine!” Junsu said quickly. He looked away, face flushing, and stabbed a forkful of cake for Yoochun with more force than was probably necessary. “If it’ll stop you whining like a three year old, here you go.” He held the fork out and purposely didn’t watch as Yoochun slid his mouth and tongue over the treat.
“Yummy,” Yoochun said as he pulled back, half-muffled with cake.
Junsu frowned and shoved more cake into his own mouth to cover his embarrassment.
“Indirect kiss,” Jaejoong said flippantly. Junsu flicked cake crumbs at him.
When Jaejoong began flicking drops of cold coffee at Junsu, Yunho decided it was time to step in. “Children!” he said loudly. “Stop that or you’ll all have to sit in the naughty corner.”
“Yoochun lives there,” Junsu muttered darkly. Yoochun laughed, pleased. Jaejoong punched Yunho in the arm.
“Anyway,” Yunho continued, rubbing his arm, “you all ready for the game next week?”
Yoochun leant back in his seat, foot tapping against Junsu’s under the table. “Sure am,” he said comfortably. “I think it’ll be a good one.”
“Confident, aren’t you?” Jaejoong teased, poking Yoochun in the cheek.
“Like you guys don’t know it’ll be great,” Yoochun said with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Junsu interjected, “but we don’t all act like smug bastards about it.”
Yunho laughed and Yoochun smiled wickedly. Junsu instantly regretted opening his mouth. “Whatever,” Yoochun dismissed. “I bring people to their knees with my sax.”
Junsu groaned and resisted the urge to smack his head against the table. “You only started playing so you could say that.”
“Oh yeah,” Yoochun retorted, “because I was totally thinking about that when I was eight.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Junsu said. He grinned at Yunho and they shared an enthusiastic high five.
“It’s okay, Yoochun,” Jaejoong consoled, “we all know that you’ve turned perversion into an art form.”
Junsu glanced at his watch and sighed. He pushed his chair back and stood up. “As much as I’d love to stay and talk about Yoochun’s fall from grace, I’ve gotta get home for dinner.”
“Aww, I wanted to watch you and Yoochun flirt for a bit longer,” Jaejoong said sadly.
“We do not-“
“He’s just joking,” Yunho cut in gently, squeezing Junsu’s hand. “Ignore him. Just bitter because he got turned down last week. Twice.”
Jaejoong glared at Yunho. “Whatever.”
Junsu swallowed down a smile and looked at Yoochun. “Still staying over tomorrow night?”
Yoochun nodded. “You bet. Is your dad making pizza?”
“Sleepover?” Jaejoong said, instantly perking up. “Pizza?”
Junsu coughed. “Uh, sorry. You know what my parents are like. One at a time. And yes, Yoochun, there will be pizza.”
Yoochun let out a whoop of joy while Jaejoong wilted in his chair once again. Yunho ruffled his hair. “Nevermind, Jaejoong. How about I come over and we’ll harass your sisters?”
Everyone laughed when Jaejoong perked up again.
-
Junsu laughed through a mouth full of pizza as someone’s head exploded on the screen. “Dude, stop being such a wuss. You need to watch this.”
Yoochun stayed resolutely behind his cushion, stuffing his face with pizza under the protection of his makeshift shield. “You can call me whatever you want, I am not mentally scarring myself for no good reason.”
Junsu looked over at him and rolled his eyes. “But it’s funny!” He threw a crust at Yoochun for good measure. Another head exploded all over the female lead’s rather impressive bosom. Junsu laughed again, spraying bits of pizza and god knows what all over himself.
Yoochun watched him with disgusted interest. “Why do so many girls think you’re cute?”
“Huh?” Junsu replied eloquently, staring at Yoochun with his mouth open and half a slice of pizza hanging out of it.
Yoochun smiled. “Never mind. Who could resist those doe eyes, even with half-masticated dough hanging out your mouth.”
Junsu swallowed and frowned at him. “What are you talking about? Speak a language I understand.”
Yoochun groped for the remote, still protecting his eyes with the cushion. He changed the channel and sighed in relief, tossing away the temporary faceguard. “Hey!” Junsu protested loudly. “I was watching that!”
“It was too much for my poor innocent mind,” Yoochun said. “Plus-“ he glanced at the screen, “-Dancing on ice is way better.”
Junsu flopped back into the couch and frowned at the sparkly-clothed men spinning around on the ice. Yoochun was insane for picking this over exploding heads.
“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” Yoochun asked suddenly.
Junsu turned his head to look at Yoochun wearily. “Not this again, Yoochun. You know I don’t care about that stuff.”
Yoochun held his hands up in defence. “I’m just asking. I don’t understand it. You’ve got some really pretty girls fawning over you and you’re telling me you’re not interested?”
Junsu felt a blush creeping up his neck. “I didn’t say I wasn’t interested,” he said quickly. “I just don’t have time, what with band and schoolwork. And I’ve seen all the grief Jaejoong gets from girls. Who wants that?”
Yoochun studied him for a moment. Junsu shifted awkwardly under the intense stare. “What? Is there sauce on my face?”
“I can’t tell,” Yoochun said, breaking out of his trance. “Your face is always the colour of sauce.”
Junsu smacked him in the face with a cushion. “Asshole. Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”
Yoochun removed the offending upholstery and shrugged. Junsu was surprised at the lack of greasy smile. “No girls are catching my eye at the moment.”
Junsu’s stomach jumped and he scowled down at it. “You feeling okay?” Yoochun asked. “Too much pizza?”
Looking up, Junsu shook his head. “I’m fine, but-“ he caught the time on the bottom of the television screen, “-We should sleep. School tomorrow.”
Yoochun groaned and heaved himself up from the couch. “Why must you remind me? We’ve got another practice tomorrow as well.” He leant over to switch the television off and eyed Junsu, still sat on the sofa. “I thought you wanted to sleep?”
“I do,” Junsu said. “But I ate so much pizza that I’m a giant, fat blob and now I can’t move.”
“Oh, okay,” Yoochun said cheerfully. “Goodnight, then.” He waved at Junsu and headed towards the stairs.
“You suck!” Junsu whisper-yelled after him. He rolled off the sofa and dragged himself up the stairs. The sound of running water reached his ears, putting Yoochun in the bathroom. Junsu headed to his room and started unrolling Yoochun’s sleeping bag. It was actually Junsu’s own, but Yoochun stayed over so much that Junsu had pretty much designated it as his.
“Is it weird that I have a toothbrush at your house?” Yoochun said, wandering in and half scaring the crap out of Junsu.
“Why would it be weird?” Junsu stood up and threw a pillow onto the floor for Yoochun. “It’s better than you using mine. Gross.” He shuddered at the memory.
Yoochun grinned. “You didn’t like sharing spit with me?”
“Shut up unless you want regurgitated pizza all over your face. I’m going to pee.” Junsu pushed past Yoochun and stalked across the hall into the bathroom. He used the facilities and then set about washing his face and brushing his teeth. Junsu looked into the mirror above the sink as he brushed furiously. He and Yoochun were good friends. They were close, had been for years, and Junsu trusted Yoochun completely. But sometimes Yoochun pushed a little too far, tested their friendship too much. Junsu spat into the basin and rinsed, willing his thoughts to swirl down in the plughole with the remainder of his toothpaste.
Back in Junsu’s room, Yoochun was snug inside the sleeping bag, his nose, eyes and forehead just peeping out of the top. Junsu smiled at the familiar sight. “Cute,” he said, closing the door and climbing across Yoochun to flop onto his bed.
“You’re cuter,” Yoochun said, muffled by the sleeping bag. Junsu could tell he was smiling by the crinkled eyes.
“Thanks. Goodnight.” Junsu turned off the light and rolled over, smiling to himself as Yoochun echoed the word back at him softly.
-
Halfway through the night, Junsu woke up suddenly as his bed shook violently beneath him.
“Sorry,” Yoochun whispered. Junsu’s barely-conscious brain just about registered their close proximity.
“What are you doing?” he mumbled, blinking and trying to locate Yoochun in the darkness. “Why’re you in my bed?”
Yoochun turned over and Junsu felt their legs brush together under the covers. “I couldn’t sleep. I’m sorry, do you want me to leave?”
Junsu sighed, heavy and sleepy. He reached out and squeezed Yoochun’s nearest available limb. “S’okay. If you can rest… just this once.”
“Thanks,” Yoochun said. “I’ll try not to cling.”
Junsu snuggled back down and closed his eyes. “Tell anyone about this and you’re dead.”
Yoochun laughed and Junsu smiled at the sound. He was already drifting off again and when he did, he dreamt of open doors and easy smiles and Miles Davis.
When they woke up cuddled together, neither said anything. Yoochun grinned at him, face marked with sleep, and Junsu didn’t feel weird at all.
-
“Who hid my fucking tambourine?”
Junsu looked up from the music sheet he and Yoochun were studying. “What?”
“My fucking tambourine! Who hid it?” Jaejoong practically growled, stalking around the room and peering under chairs.
Junsu raised an eyebrow at Yoochun. “Was it you?” he whispered. Yoochun smiled in a way that Junsu supposed he should interpret as innocent. He wasn’t buying it. “It was you.”
“Shh!” Yoochun hissed, still smiling. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. But if Jaejoong thinks he’s looking in the right room, he’s wrong.”
Junsu snorted and shoved at Yoochun’s shoulder, both of them sniggering like a couple of naughty boys. Which, Junsu mused, they probably were.
“What are you two lovebirds whispering about?” Jaejoong demanded, throwing himself down in a chair next to Junsu. “I bet Heechul hid my tambourine, the jealous little bitch.”
“Kim Jaejoong!” Changmin’s booming voice cut across the room. “If I hear you swear one more time, I’m going to shove your tambourine so far up your backside that you’ll be coughing bells for a week. As soon as you find it.”
Yoochun snorted extra loud and tried to disguise it as a sneeze. “Way to go, Shim!”
“And you can shut up too.”
Junsu scratched his nose to hide his grin. “Owned,” he said under his breath. Yoochun opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted as Yunho lumbered into the room armed with his tuba, a tambourine and a very confused expression.
“Jaejoong? Why was your tambourine in my locker?” Yunho set down his tuba carefully and waved the tambourine at Jaejoong for emphasis.
Jaejoong winced. “You’re doing it wrong!”
Junsu and Yoochun shared a knowing look and both stood up. “We’re going to practice somewhere a bit quieter,” Yoochun announced, grabbing the sheet music and his saxophone. Junsu picked up his clarinet from its stand and started to follow Yoochun out of the door.
Jaejoong paused from trying to wrestle his beloved tambourine from Yunho’s grip. “Go fuck against a piano or something!”
“Kim Jaejoong!”
Junsu and Yoochun bolted from the room as a livid Changmin stalked towards Jaejoong. “C4?” Junsu whispered. Yoochun nodded and ushered them into the biggest individual practice room. It was only empty because everyone else was in the main classroom. Yoochun closed the door behind them and Junsu sighed in relief. He leant against the piano and Jaejoong’s words echoed in his head. He frowned. “Why is hyung so crude?”
Yoochun looked up from spreading his sheet music out and smiled. “He doesn’t mean it.”
“Then why does he say it? Sometimes I think he hates me,” Junsu said absently, gripping his clarinet tightly.
“How could anyone hate you?” Yoochun teased, kicking Junsu’s foot gently. “I think he’s just jealous of our friendship. Not that he’d ever say it.”
Junsu sighed. “Whatever. Let’s practice.”
Shrugging, Yoochun shifted over so Junsu could see the music. They started to play. Junsu forgot all about Jaejoong and his confusing jibes and concentrated on the smooth sound of Yoochun’s saxophone, the way their instruments blended together. Junsu loved music. For someone with so many words, Junsu often found it hard to express himself. But then there was music, and Junsu found he didn’t need to struggle for words anymore.
He hadn’t even realised that Yoochun had stopped playing until he felt eyes on him. Pausing with a stumbled squeak, Junsu yanked the clarinet out of his mouth and flushed. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly.
Yoochun grinned and shoved his shoulder lightly. “Yeah, alright, Mr Natural Talent. We all know you can improvise.”
Junsu winced. “I didn’t mean to. I was thinking.”
“I know,” Yoochun reassured, grin gentling to a genuine smile. “I love it when you play from the heart.”
“I love it when you play, too,” Junsu blurted out. Yoochun’s smile widened and Junsu didn’t miss the tinge of pink in his cheeks. “Play the piano for me?” Junsu asked, wanting to distract himself from Yoochun’s happy eyes.
“Demanding,” Yoochun whined. He sat down at the piano anyway, handing his saxophone to Junsu. Junsu laughed as Yoochun started playing a jazzy version of the Spiderman theme tune. He sang along anyway, even though he secretly preferred Batman.
A knock at the door startled Junsu out of singing. Yoochun, however, wasn’t bothered, his fingers sliding over the keys without so much as a pause. Changmin’s head poked around the door. “We’re ready for group practice now,” he said with a brief smile. “I need you two back in there before I really do make Jaejoong choke on those bells.”
Yoochun turned and smiled at Changmin, a happy little tune tinkling out of the piano. “Sure thing, boss.”
“Remember, party at mine this Saturday. You guys need to relax before the game.” Changmin winked at them and closed the door.
Yoochun did a little victory dance. Junsu laughed at him. “Stop that, it doesn’t work.” He didn’t mention that Yoochun shaking his flat butt was sort of cute, in a stupid way.
“Sorry, we can’t all be Kylie Minogue,” Yoochun said, stopping his flailing and poking Junsu in the chest.
“Who?” Junsu said, confused.
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “She’s short with a perfect ass.” He ducked as Junsu tried to slap him upside the head.
They shoved and poked each other all the way back to the main classroom. In the middle of the second song, Yoochun winked at Junsu and Junsu had to focus on not improvising.
-
“Should I have brought a date?” Junsu said, fidgeting and smoothing down the sides of his hair as he and Yoochun made their way to Changmin’s house.
“You’ve got me,” Yoochun said, shooting Junsu a sly grin. “Why would you need a date?”
“Yoochun,” Junsu whined. “Jaejoong is going to give me so much shit for this.”
Yoochun licked his lips and shrugged. “Jaejoong doesn’t have a date either.”
Junsu frowned at him and rubbed his nose in frustration.
“Come on,” Yoochun laughed, “we’re band geeks, remember? We’re not supposed to have dates.”
“Speak for yourself,” Junsu huffed. “You said loads of girls like me. And the thing you did at your cousin’s party…” he trailed off, blushing. Yoochun laughed loudly and Junsu couldn’t help his smile. “What number does Shim live at?” he asked, desperate to stop embarrassing himself.
“Fourteen.”
Junsu pointed to a house across the street. “Think it’s that one?” All the lights were on, music blasting out of every open window.
Yoochun snorted. “Good work, Watson.”
“How do you get to be Sherlock Holmes?”
Yoochun beamed winningly. “You’re my short side-kick.”
Junsu decided to let Yoochun win just once - he kicked Yoochun in the leg and darted across the road to Changmin’s house.
Inside, the music wasn’t as loud as Junsu first thought. There were loads of people there - all the kids from band, and a bunch of others he didn’t even know. Apparently Changmin had even more friends than Yoochun.
“Boo!”
Junsu jumped as Yunho grabbed him from behind, one arm slung over Junsu’s shoulders. “Hyung, you scared the crap out of me.”
Yunho smiled and handed Junsu a cup of something. Coke-coloured and suspiciously strong smelling. “Sorry. Who did you come with?”
“Yoochun,” Junsu answered, distracted by the burning in his throat as he took a long drink from the cup. “What the heck is this? Poison?”
“The more you drink, the better it tastes,” Jaejoong said, cutting in and appearing in front of Junsu’s eyes as if out of nowhere. “So I hear you came with Yoochun.”
Junsu opened his mouth to protest when Yoochun slid an arm around Jaejoong’s waist and kissed him on the cheek. “Jealousy doesn’t become you, hyung,” he said, sending Junsu a conspiratorial wink. Junsu scowled in response and decided he needed another drink. He pushed through a crowd of giggling girls and headed towards the kitchen.
Two hours later, Junsu was clinging to a doorframe and thinking that maybe he’d had one too many tequila shots. He’d felt weird when Yoochun kissed Jaejoong’s cheek, and tried to drown the feelings in as many drinks as he could get hold of. It was probably just childish jealousy, he supposed. Yoochun was his best friend but he never kissed Junsu.
“Junsu?”
Junsu slid down the doorframe a bit and shook his head. Now Yoochun was even talking to him via telepathy, he thought drunkenly.
“Junsu, what are you doing down there?”
Junsu looked up and squinted at Yoochun through hazy vision. “Why’re you a giant?” he slurred. Giant Yoochun laughed and crouched down in front of Junsu. “Oh,” Junsu said. “Now you’re normal.”
Yoochun snorted and pulled Junsu up carefully. “Are you drunk?”
Junsu pointed at himself innocently. “Me? Nooo. Drunk on life!” he declared, throwing his arms out and grinning. He watched as Yoochun tilted sideways. “Stop moving,” he said, waving his arms and trying to get Yoochun to stand still.
Yoochun giggled and grabbed onto Junsu’s shoulders. “Oh my god, you’re wasted.”
Junsu clung to Yoochun and looked him in the eye. “Don’t tell my mom,” he whispered seriously.
Yoochun hugged Junsu close and giggled again. “I won’t, I promise. Why don’t you dance with Jaejoong?”
Junsu pulled back, albeit a little shakily. “What? Why?”
“Because he’s so terrible that it might make you focus on staying upright.”
Even in his drunken stupor, Junsu managed to raise an eyebrow. “Does that make sense?”
Yoochun steered them through to the living room where a makeshift disco had been fashioned. Yunho was flicking the lights on and off and laughing stupidly. Junsu suspected that he wasn’t the only drunk one.
“Jaejoong!” Yoochun yelled. “Junsu wants to dance with you!”
Junsu found himself being pushed towards Jaejoong, who was spinning slowly in a circle and making weird rolling motions with his shoulders. He held his arms out when he spotted Junsu. “Junsu, my baby! Come and dance with hyung.”
“But, Yoochun?” Junsu turned but Yoochun was gone. Probably off to find some poor innocent girl to hit on, Junsu thought darkly. Probably the cute girl who played the flute and flirted with Yoochun all the time.
“C’mere baby,” Jaejoong murmured. He pulled Junsu into a hug. Junsu wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s back and hung on tight as they stumbled around in little circles. “What’s on your mind that you’re so drunk, hmm?”
Junsu blinked and tried to focus his eyes as the room spun around them. “Why doesn’t Yoochun kiss me?” he said suddenly. “He kisses you.”
Jaejoong pulled back and stared at Junsu. “What?”
Junsu felt the colour drain from his face. “Jaejoong, I think I’m going to-“ He was cut off as Jaejoong turned him around and propelled him into Changmin’s backyard. He was bent over a bush and promptly emptied the contents of his stomach over a gorgeous flower bed. “Oh shit,” Junsu moaned between surges.
Jaejoong touched Junsu’s back, thumb stroking over the knobs of his spine. “Feel better?” he asked gently.
“No,” Junsu answered miserably. He coughed a few times and then slumped down clumsily on the floor. “I feel like someone just ran me over. Twice.”
Jaejoong eased down next to Junsu on the grass and smiled knowingly. “Imagine how you’ll feel in the morning.”
“Thanks for the kind words, hyung,” Junsu groaned. He sat forward with his head between his knees. “Why did I drink so much?”
“Because you want Yoochun to kiss you?” Jaejoong said nonchalantly, deliberately looking away when Junsu’s head shot up.
“What?”
Jaejoong glanced back at him and shrugged. “You just asked me why Yoochun doesn’t kiss you.”
Junsu ran his fingers through his hair nervously. “Did I? It must have been the drink,” he said, wishing his thoughts would stop rushing around his head. The mix of alcohol and hormones wasn’t entirely too pleasant.
Jaejoong looked away again. He pulled a packet of cigarettes and a lighter out of the pocket of his jeans. “Want one?” he asked, offering the packet to Junsu. Junsu wrinkled his nose and declined. Jaejoong nodded and lit up, leaning back on one hand as he smoked. “You know Yoochun thinks you like me.”
Junsu stared at him in drunken disbelief. “He what?”
“I know, right?” Jaejoong chuckled and blew out a wispy plume of smoke. “He told me earlier that he thinks you’ve got a crush on me.”
Junsu shifted awkwardly on the grass. “Uh, I do like you, hyung. I just don’t-“
Jaejoong cut him off with a pointed look. “I know that, you idiot. I’m absolutely not your type, and I’ve seen the way you look at Yoochun. You’ve only got eyes for him.”
“Why do you always do that?” Junsu snapped, suddenly irritated. “What’s your obsession with Yoochun and me?”
Jaejoong stubbed out his cigarette on the floor. He slid closer to Junsu and put an arm around his shoulders. “I know I make crude and unfair comments. I just. I can’t help it sometimes. I’m a little jealous.”
Junsu unconsciously leant into Jaejoong’s embrace. “Of what?” he said incredulously. “Yoochun kisses you!”
That made Jaejoong laugh and squeeze Junsu tight. “It’s not about kissing, Junsu. It’s stupid and childish, but I knew you first and yet here you are, best friends with Yoochun as soon as you meet him.”
Junsu suddenly had the urge for another drink. Then maybe the uncomfortable feeling in his gut would go away. “Hyung, I don’t know what to say. Yoochun, he…”
“Do you like him, Junsu? The way that you don’t like me?” Jaejoong asked, smiling behind his hand with a warmth Junsu had never really noticed before.
“I-“ he hesitated, brain still full of cheap soju and vodka and too many thoughts. “He’s my best friend, hyung. He likes girls. And I’m a boy.”
“That doesn’t answer my question though, does it?” Jaejoong regarded Junsu with kind eyes. “Do you like him? It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You can tell me.”
Junsu pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes and sighed heavily. “I want him to kiss me, hyung. Sometimes I think he’s going to do it and my heart feels all funny and then my head gets all fuzzy. But then nothing happens and I feel stupid because Yoochun is just… Yoochun, you know? He’s so nice and kind and-“ Junsu clapped a hand over his mouth, effectively cutting himself off from blurting anymore nonsense to Jaejoong. “I’m sorry! Forget I just rambled all about that. I, uh…”
Jaejoong pried Junsu’s hand away and held it in his own. “You should talk to him about it, Junsu. I know he’d understand.”
Junsu yanked his hand back and vehemently shook his head. “No! All I’d get is pity. And I don’t even know if I like him or if we’re too close. It’s stupid. Forget I said anything.”
“Junsu…” Jaejoong frowned. Junsu stared down at the grass and Jaejoong let out a soft sigh. “Come on, we need to clean you up a bit.” He stood up and pulled Junsu up by the armpits.
Junsu swayed on the spot for a second. The drunk feelings came back with force as he tried to walk back through into Changmin’s house. He flinched when Jaejoong’s warm arms wrapped around him. “Hopeless,” Jaejoong whispered quietly. “Upstairs. You can brush your teeth and then you’ll feel better.”
Junsu let himself be guided up the stairs. He tripped twice; once on a passed out senior and once on a paper cup. Jaejoong giggled into his ear and pushed him into the bathroom. “Here,” he said, handing Junsu a toothbrush. “Use it and we’ll throw it away. No one has to know.”
Junsu wrinkled his nose in disdain. “But-“
“Do you want to taste like puke all night?” Jaejoong interrupted with a raised brow. Junsu sighed in resignation and began brushing his teeth. He peered into the mirror and frowned. His face was flushed in patches and his hair was a complete mess. Spitting into the sink, Junsu turned the cold tap on high and splashed water over his heated skin.
“Feel better?” Jaejoong asked. He ran his fingers through the running water and smoothed them through Junsu’s hair, trying to tame it into some semblance of style.
Junsu nodded and turned the tap off. “A bit. Still drunk, but minty fresh.” He smiled at Jaejoong. “Thank you, hyung.”
Jaejoong smiled in response and reached to open the bathroom door. “You should find him. If you won’t tell him how you feel, at least assure him that he’s got it wrong about you and me. He’ll hound me forever if you don’t set him straight.”
“Okay,” Junsu sighed. “I’ll try.” He hesitated awkwardly for a moment. “Really, hyung, thank you. Um, I’m sorry that you-“
Jaejoong cut him off with a tight hug. Junsu reciprocated, shy hands coming up to stroke Jaejoong’s back. “You’re welcome,” Jaejoong whispered. “Go look for your boy.”
Junsu pulled away, heat flushing his cheeks. He turned and caught sight of Yoochun’s hair through a crowd of people on the stairs. Junsu sighed - at least he wouldn’t have to look very far.
Junsu caught up with Yoochun just as he was opening Changmin’s front door. “Yoochun!” he yelled, stumbling over a pair of shoes on the floor. “Ouch. Crap. Yoochun, wait up!”
Yoochun turned and smiled. He seemed surprised to see Junsu. “Hey you. Still wasted?”
Junsu punched him in the arm. Or tried to. “Uh, maybe.”
Yoochun laughed and grabbed Junsu’s hand to keep him steady. “Luckily you’re an adorably dumb drunk.”
Junsu pouted at that. He glanced down at their joined hands and felt his heart go all funny again. His stomach twisted, and for a moment Junsu thought he was going to be sick again. Then he realised what it was. “Yoochun,” he said quietly, “I need to tell you something.”
Yoochun frowned, concern etched across his features. “What’s up?”
Junsu was silent as he pulled Yoochun away from the house to a dark spot on the sidewalk. He let go of Yoochun’s hand as soon as they stood still, glad that Yoochun couldn’t see his heated face or hear just how hard his heart was pounding.
“Junsu,” Yoochun murmured, moving closer, “you didn’t even put shoes on. You’ll get cold.”
Junsu looked down at his feet in surprise. He hadn’t even noticed. “It’s okay,” he said absently. “I’m drunk.”
Yoochun chuckled. “No shit, Sherlock.”
“I thought I was Watson?”
Yoochun cuffed Junsu on the chin and rolled his eyes. “What did you want to tell me, all the way out here in the dark? I thought you were having fun with Jaejoong.”
Junsu looked up sharply. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
A warm smile curved Yoochun’s lips. “It’s okay, Junsu. I know, and I’m totally cool with it.”
“You do? You are?” Junsu shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. “How?”
“Well I’d kinda been getting some vibes before, you know? But the past few days really confirmed it.” Yoochun’s smile widened as he spoke.
It’s because I let him in my bed, Junsu thought in panic. I should have kicked him out. Now he knows. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he said desperately.
“Why didn’t you?” Yoochun countered. “I couldn’t just out you!”
“How could I just tell you,” Junsu moaned. He covered his face with his hands. “This is so embarrassing.” He jumped when he felt Yoochun’s hand grip his shoulder.
“I know it’s a little awkward because he’s our friend, but I’m okay with it. I’m sure everyone else will be.” Yoochun smiled at Junsu encouragingly. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
Junsu felt the colour drain from his face. “He?”
Yoochun blinked in confusion. “Jaejoong… right?”
“What about him?” Junsu whispered, a sense of dread welling up inside him.
“I thought that…” Yoochun trailed off, brows knitting together with even more confusion. “You always talk about him. And then you were outside together tonight. I saw you hug as you came out of the bathroom just now. I just assumed-“
“I don’t like Jaejoong hyung like that,” Junsu interrupted. “What made you think I did? He told me you were trying to set us up.”
Yoochun took a step backwards in defence. “Hey, you always bring him up in conversation, complaining about how you think he hates you. And that time in the practice room, we were talking about him and then you got all distracted after and started improvising. I know what that means, Junsu. I’m not stupid.”
You are, Junsu thought heatedly, I was thinking about you, you idiot. Are you blind? His head spun with alcohol and the headache he was getting from the conversation taking a wrong turn. “Well I don’t like him,” he said through clenched teeth, “so stop interfering.”
Yoochun nibbled on his lower lip and then said, “I’m sorry, Junsu. Really. I didn’t know I’d got it wrong.”
“Really wrong,” Junsu sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
“Hey look, I’m sorry if I offended you by implying you might like a boy, okay?” Yoochun said defensively. “It’s not like you’ve had a girlfriend ever.”
Junsu stared at him. “Not having a girlfriend makes me gay?”
“No, I didn’t-“ Yoochun paused and rubbed his hands over his face, “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. You know I don’t think like that.” He sighed and gave Junsu a weak smile. “Look we’ve both been drinking and I just made an idiot of myself. I’m gonna go home and sleep. We can talk tomorrow, okay?”
Junsu said nothing as Yoochun turned and started to walk away. He felt stupid and embarrassed and slightly panicky that he’d just inadvertently told Yoochun his biggest secret. And then Yoochun had the audacity to leave. “Don’t just go!” Junsu shouted, uncaring of the time or volume of his voice. “You can’t walk away from an argument and expect everything to be okay after some sleep.”
Yoochun stopped and Junsu watched his shoulder’s slump. When he turned back, Yoochun wasn’t smiling. He walked slowly back towards Junsu. “Are you trying to pick a fight, Junsu? You know I hate arguing with you. And you’re drunk.”
“I know,” Junsu admitted. The panic was fading now that Yoochun wasn’t walking away from him anymore. “I just want to make sure that you know I don’t like Jaejoong hyung that way.”
Yoochun sighed. “You don’t have the hots for Jaejoong and you’re not gay. I get it. I’m sorry.”
“No, that’s not what I’m trying to say,” Junsu ground out, irritated with both Yoochun and himself. “You’re not listening.”
“What? Junsu, I don’t hear you trying to say anything. I’m too tired for this, we should just-“
“You can’t,” Junsu pleaded. He stepped forward and grasped Yoochun’s shoulders. “You can’t just leave after I… after I…”
“After you what, Junsu? I don’t get what you’re trying to say.” Yoochun’s eyes creased with concern as he held gently onto Junsu’s elbows. “What’s wrong?”
Junsu pushed forward, his arms folding between them, and kissed Yoochun. Eyes open and startlingly sober, Junsu pressed his mouth against Yoochun’s. Yoochun’s lips were warm and dry and Junsu felt sheer terror freeze in his chest. Until Yoochun’s eyes fluttered shut and his arms slipped around Junsu’s waist. Their mouths softened against one another’s and Junsu let his own eyes fall closed. The funny feeling in his heart was back, but it was warm as Yoochun tipped Junsu’s head back, opened his mouth and moaned. Junsu jerked away in surprise.
“You taste like mint,” Yoochun said breathlessly.
Junsu couldn’t take his eyes off Yoochun’s lips. “I puked.”
“What?” Yoochun laughed. “And you’re kissing me?”
Junsu decided to forego any further stalling, and kissed Yoochun again. Now that the fear was gone, all Junsu felt was happiness as Yoochun kissed the living daylights out of him. Yoochun’s mouth was wet and warm and wonderful and he kept doing something amazing with his tongue that had Junsu weak at the knees. He tried to copy it and Yoochun moaned into his mouth again, long and wanting. Junsu slid his fingers into Yoochun’s hair and pressed closer and when Yoochun’s hand cupped his backside, Junsu groaned and twisted. Their groins came into contact and Junsu felt the reactions of both their bodies.
He pulled back as fear gripped him again. “Oh my god.” He untangled himself from Yoochun and stumbled back. “What are we doing?”
Yoochun blinked at him and licked his lips. “Junsu, it’s okay,” he said hoarsely, sounding totally well-kissed. “It’s okay.”
Junsu touched at his kiss-swollen mouth and shook his head. “No, it’s not okay. How could I… When we’re both drunk…”
“We are drunk,” Yoochun said, trying to pull Junsu closer, “but it’s okay.”
“Stop saying that,” Junsu hissed. “It’s not. You don’t even. Go home. I can’t-“
Junsu turned and ran as fast as he could. It wasn’t meant to go like that. Kim Junsu didn’t get drunk and he definitely didn’t kiss his best friend who he’d secretly long-harboured a crush on.
“Junsu!” Yoochun yelled behind him. His voice sounded far away. “You’re not wearing any shoes!”
But Junsu didn’t care. He didn’t hear. He only ran faster, willing away the memory of Yoochun’s touch with every choking breath.
Part 2