P.S. (Porn Stars) [2]
Title: P.S. (Porn Stars)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I don't own a DBSK porn DVD...but I wish I did T.T
Length: [2/?]
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: comedy, romance, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: On film, Yoochun blows. In reality, he's in love.
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P.S. Party Hard
"You told her you were helping your grandmother skydive?"
"Yes."
"And that's why you had to cancel your date."
"Mhmm."
"Changmin?"
"Yeah."
"Kill yourself."
Silence.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Oh, come on. You know I wasn't serious."
Silence.
"Changmin...?"
"What if I had killed myself?"
"No one would go to your funeral. Except your skydiving grandma."
"You're funny."
"If you're gonna lie to your girlfriend, at least lie well." Yoochun opened the refrigerator. Looked around blankly and closed it.
"Well, next time I impede upon the trust between me and my lover, can you be by my side to do the dirty work for me? Pretty please?"
"I'd be glad to."
"If I could strangle you through the phone, I would."
"And that's why I'm only this honest with you when we're on the phone." Yoochun flopped on the couch and turned on the TV. Action movie.
Changmin laughed. "But seriously, man. She wasn't all that suspicious. Should I be worried?"
"That your girlfriend might be dumb as a brick? Yes, you should be worried."
"Or maybe she just trusts me." Changmin's tone dropped two degrees serious.
Yoochun sighed. "You know, if she were in your situation, I bet she'd do the same thing."
"That's reassuring." Changmin deadpanned.
"I mean, who tells their lovers they're having sex for pay? But oh yeah, you have no feelings whatsoever with the hundreds of people you'll be fucking. Oh, did I mention they were all men? But you're still straight, so she shouldn't worry."
"Heechul's whole family knows about his career. They send him gifts when he wins awards."
"Heechul's family is strange."
"And he's got like three boyfriends and one transvestite girlfriend who are all totally fine with him having other lovers and being a porn star."
Yoochun quirked an eyebrow. "Heechul attracts even stranger people. By the way, how was your scene with him today?"
Changmin groaned.
Yoochun wasn't sure if he was supposed to laugh or provide reassurance. "That interesting...?"
"Yoochun, it was the kinkiest thing I've ever experienced in my entire life. I'd rather not talk about it."
"Fair enough. You okay...?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll just have nightmares tonight. No biggie."
"Right..."
"But Heechul wouldn't stop complaining the whole damn time. Kept telling me if I got cum or salad dressing his hair, he'd sue my ass. He's more the huggy-kissy-cuddle type, anyway. Don't know why Onew picked him to do the scene with me."
"I've stopped trying to figure Onew out."
Changmin laughed. "That's for the best. Don't even try to understand how he's barely out of high school and already a famous porn director."
Yoochun realized why he'd gone to the fridge in the first place. He headed back to the kitchen, scratching his hip bone lazily. "Hey, Min? Is there anyone besides me who knows about your career choice?"
"Of course not! My parents would stone cold murder me and make it look like an accident." Changmin explained logically. "But I know they're suspicious of why they haven't received a bill for my college tuition lately. I'll have to come up with some kind of explanation soon."
Yoochun opened the refrigerator door and snagged a can of Coke. "You could've done porn and stayed in school at the same time."
"Not pre-med." Changmin pointed out. "And then there's actual medical school. I'd kill myself before my parents got to me."
"What if you changed your major?" Yoochun suggested. "Like culinary arts or something."
"Nah. Porn's the right choice for me." Changmin said confidently. Yoochun smiled. "Gay porn makes too much money to pass up. And when I'm too old to fuck, I'll become a director or cameraman or something and get paid to watch other people fuck. Leeteuk's already showing me camera techniques."
"What kind of scene do you want to shoot first?"
"Mmm," Changmin mused. "Lesbians."
"You're a dog, you know that, Min?" Yoochun said through a chuckle.
"Yes! Fuck, tell me how dirty I am!"
Yoochun froze and stared at his cell phone. "Min? Is this a bad time...?"
He heard shuffling and a door closing on the other end, muffling a series of euphoric exclamations. "Sorry, man. They're shooting a scene in the next room."
"Ah," Yoochun popped opened his Coke and let it fizz. "Must be a good one."
"At least there's no orange juice." Changmin muttered. Yoochun was pretty sure Changmin didn't mean for him to hear that.
Yoochun poised the can at his lips and paused. He set it down on the table next to the couch. "Wait, you're on a set. Now?"
Changmin coughed nervously. "Uh yeah, I meant to tell you."
"Uh-huh."
"I'm shooting for another movie."
"That's great."
"Yeah."
"So you and me tonight? Movie premiere? Midnight? Stale popcorn? Sticky theater seats?"
A sigh on the other end. "Sorry. I didn't know they were shooting tonight til the last minute. I seriously meant to tell you earlier!"
Yoochun's turn to sigh.
"We can still watch it tomorrow at a regular time." Changmin tried hopefully.
"It won't be the midnight premiere."
"There will still be stale popcorn."
Another sigh. "It's not the same."
"I know."
"I hate you."
"I know."
"Hang up."
"'Kay."
"Bye. Jerk."
A sigh and Yoochun tossed his cell on the couch next to him. Leaving his untouched Coke on the table next to him, he ventured toward the fridge again, staring inside if for nothing else than to entertain himself now that his Friday night had come to a halt.
Going to the theater by himself was lame. What else was he supposed to do? He could stay home and watch stupid action movies on TV. But what good is it if you can't pay 10,000 won for one tub of stale popcorn with that old, flat, chewy taste poorly disguised in seven layers of butter?
Butter...
Yoochun stared, only vaguely conscious that he was wasting the fridge's energy. The butter from before that he'd graciously bought for Changmin's scene but was coldly rendered useless. The butter Kim Junsu had signed using somewhat illegal methods.
Yoochun took the top off the container and flipped it to the other side to find the address the stranger from earlier had written there with a temporarily stolen pen. He glanced at the clock. Barely 11 o'clock. The party had probably started only an hour ago.
Yoochun shut the refrigerator door.
Attend movie premiere by himself.
Stay home. Watch stupid action movies by himself.
Go to party by himself and pretend to belong with fellow human beings.
Hmmm...
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After about two minutes, Yoochun began to rethink feeling bad about never having attended a frat party before graduating college last year.
"OMG, CAN I TOUCH YOUR HAIR?"
Yoochun racked his brain for a form of rejection that was kind, yet firm. "Um, no. Please?"
While the girl who had kidnapped Yoochun and refused to let him go laughed hysterically for no reason, three guys in oversized hockey jerseys paraded across the crowded, brown-stained living room with about half a liquor store's worth of beer and a handful of pineapples each. What the hell?
If nothing else, this party was a comedic spectacle. The music was loud and average, dancers toed that line between wild gyrating and public, clothed sex, there were groups of people spotted here and there playing strip versions of board games, the furniture was soaked in booze and about 90% of the party-goers no longer spoke coherent Korean. And it was barely 12am.
"It lookss soo silkyyy." The girl drawled through a painted-on smile that she probably thought was flirty and not drugged at all. She was obviously underaged and smelled like alcohol poisoning.
"Umm..."
He'd only been there for an hour just observing debaucherous shit with a purely decorative plastic cup in his hand since he'd immediately convinced himself not to consume it if he didn't want to wake up three days later on the side of the street in Busan wearing someone else's clothes. Yoochun figured it was time to leave once the chick dove forward, fisting a clump of his hair and tried to eat his face.
Once he'd shaken off No Name Drunken Chick, he waded through the crowd, careful not to entice anyone to spill beer on him and then dance-rape him on the floor.
"Oops! I'm sorry."
"No, no. It's okay." Yoochun mumbled, trying to work his way around the person he'd bumped into and then he'd finally be home free. Lonely action movies, here I come.
"Hey... You came."
Yoochun stopped in his tracks. There was only one voice he'd expect to be filled with familiarity at this atrocity of a party. But after showing up and seeing hundreds of college students running amuck, he'd given up on that hope.
"You remember me, right?" Kim Junsu said playfully.
"Of course. Kim Junsu." Yoochun smiled simply because Junsu was smiling.
"Park Yoochun." Then a bit of his smile melted away. "Are you leaving?"
"Well, I--"
"ALL GIRL TOPLESS MUD WRESTLING IN THE BACKYARD!!" Some dude bellowed at Yoochun, spewing alcoholic fumes into his ear and disappeared.
After Yoochun recovered emotionally, he started over. "I think I've had enough fun for the night."
"Right." Junsu laughed sheepishly, clutching a huge trash bag that Yoochun had only just now noticed.
"Looks like you're having fun, too." Yoochun pointed at the bag. He could've sworn Junsu's face flushed bright red but it was too dark to tell for sure.
"Oh, yeah." Junsu tried to hide the half full trash bag behind him but to no avail. "I was just, umm...you know."
Yoochun raised an eyebrow.
Junsu sighed, deflated. "Okay. I'm awkward. I don't know anyone here and the few friends I do know disappeared a long time ago. And I can't make small talk with strangers who try to fuck me because they're drunk and high and I'm a moving object."
"I know the feeling..." Yoochun muttered, running a hand through his hair.
"Last time I saw Hyukjae--you know, the guy throwing this party--he was going out back with a bunch of guys, a slip 'n slide and about three dozen bottles of dish detergent. I figured I'd at least give myself something to do while I waited for this thing to be over." He gestured to the trash bag dragging on the floor.
"Cleaning up?" Yoochun stifled a grin.
Now Yoochun definitely knew Junsu was blushing. "Yeah. I was gonna get stuck with it later, anyway. Hyukjae and his frat brothers will be too hungover or MIA to help. Might as well get started."
"Well let me help you out." Yoochun opened the bag and tossed his untouched cup of beer into the bag.
"Thanks." Junsu deadpanned. But he still smiled.
"No, seriously. Let me help you." Yoochun moved to take the bag from Junsu's hand but the crowd around them suddenly surged, shouting in drunken glee and temporarily separating Yoochun from Junsu. Yoochun ducked to avoid the crowd-surfing moron that was carried over his head while mobs of people around him bumped him right and left to keep the moron afloat.
Eventually, the jostling landed him back reunited with an equally bemused Junsu. And luck would have it that someone would bump into Junsu who bumped into someone with a full cup of beer who would then trip Yoochun's way and spill a sloshing cup of beer all over Yoochun's shoes. Yoochun jerked back, colliding into another party-goer with pink hair, causing her to drop her cigarette in a vase that someone was puking in.
Yoochun and Junsu looked at each other.
"On second thought," Yoochun practically shouted to be heard over the cacophony of screams and retching. "Let's get out of here."
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"This popcorn is stale."
"I know. It's great."
So after escaping the party barely in tact, Yoochun had suggested they go see that movie he'd failed to see because of Changmin's desertion. But it was already an hour into the movie and the kid at the box office wouldn't let them inside. So they begged the box office kid to at least let them buy popcorn and ended up walking around the block several hundred times til one of them got bored. Yoochun figured they were currently around lap six thousand and were still quite entertained.
With the bag of popcorn in Yoochun's hands, they'd agreed to ask each other questions about themselves. If one of them guessed right about the other, he was awarded with popcorn. After playing the game for a while, the bag had quickly dwindled to less than half full. But mostly because Junsu was absent-mindedly munching on popcorn in between questions. Yoochun didn't mind too much.
Yoochun awarded himself with a few kernels of popcorn for correctly guessing Junsu's birthplace. "Now, guess where I'm from."
"You sound like you're from Seoul."
"Only half right. No popcorn for you."
"Cheater! Either I'm right or I'm wrong. And I'm right, so fork over the stale corn." Junsu took a swipe at the bag.
Yoochun kept the bag slightly out of reach, enjoying the way Junsu playfully glared at him. "I lived in Seoul up until middle school. But where did I live after that?"
"No fair. That's two questions."
"If you get it right, you'll get two handfuls of popcorn."
Junsu wrinkled his nose. "No way. That stuff's crap."
"Okay, one handful and a compliment."
Junsu laughed. "Okay, okay. Ummm," He put a finger up to his chin. "Busan."
"Nope."
"Daegu?"
"Wrong."
"Pluto?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"No."
"Oh come on!" Junsu threw up his hands. "Don't tell me you're from some tiny, no-name village in the mountains of Nowhere."
"Nope. The states. Extra points if you had guessed Fairfax, Virginia."
Junsu shoved him. "How was I supposed to guess that?"
"You were thinking too small. Think outside the box."
"Shut up." Junsu jammed a hand inside the bag and rewarded himself with a handful of popcorn. "I still got it half right."
"You tried really hard, too. So you get bonus points for effort.
"Victory~"
"Now here's your compliment. Junsu ga ou-sama desu yo."
Junsu stared. "What?"
"For not correctly guessing the second half of my question, your penalty is to receive a compliment you can't understand." Yoochun grinned, pleased with himself. "I'm assuming you don't speak Japanese."
"Then how do I know it's not actually an insult?"
"Do you trust me?"
"No."
Yoochun sighed while Junsu giggled and stuck his hand inside the popcorn bag.
"You're cheating." Junsu complained through a mouthful.
"You're stealing popcorn." Yoochun pointed out.
Junsu ignored him. "Well, up yours, too."
"It wasn't an insult, I swear!"
"So's your face."
"I said 'Junsu is king.' How is that an insult?"
"Ha!" Junsu grinned impishly and thieved more popcorn. "I got you to translate. Full points for me!"
When Junsu looked at Yoochun next, an overflowing fistful of popcorn had mysteriously appeared in his hand. Yoochun smiled with a treacherous glint. He chased Junsu for about half a block before he'd finally run out of ammo. Most of it had ended up in the gutter or Junsu's hair. Yoochun decided not to tell him.
"So," Junsu panted once he was positive Yoochun wouldn't come at him with round two. "You speak Japanese and English?"
Yoochun nodded. "Lived in the states for a while and majored in Japanese in college."
"That's so cool." Junsu said with admiration.
Yoochun just laughed stiffly.
"With skills like that, I bet you've got lots of jobs lined up."
Not really. "Uh, yeah."
"What do you do?"
Other men. "International, um, trade."
"I've always wanted to do something amazing like master a language." Junsu mused, looking up at the starless sky.
"It's not that great." Especially since most of the jobs Yoochun could get with the major he'd completed in college would either require him to step foot in an office without hanging himself with his tie, interact with school children he wasn't allowed to strangle or actually fly to Japan where he couldn't hop into a samgyeopsal restaurant whenever he wanted. Not to mention he'd never actually spoken more than a few words to a real live Japanese native, so there was no telling how competent he really was at the language.
"Have you ever--?"
"Aren't you supposed to be asking me questions about yourself?" Yoochun teased. Time to change the subject.
"Oh right." Junsu frowned for a moment, in thought. "What's my favorite band?"
"There's tons of bands!"
"There's even more potential birth cities." Junsu retorted, shoving his hand inside the popcorn bag again. "You may guess until I tire of you."
"Give me a hint, your majesty."
Junsu stuck out his tongue. "They're Korean."
"A better hint."
"No complaints! Guess."
"Are they a rock band?"
"Nope."
"Pop?"
"Nuh-uh."
"Bluegrass?"
"What?"
"Do I have to beg for another hint? I'll do it."
"They're indie." Bits of popcorn flew out of Junsu's mouth. "Think acoustic."
Yoochun threw his hands up and just blurted, "10cm?"
Junsu's eyes lit up. "Yes!"
"10cm is your favorite band?" Yoochun stared at the other with wide eyes.
Junsu nodded with a huge grin.
"They're my favorite band, too."
"Really?!"
"Really!"
"That's incredible! Most of my friends don't even know who they are."
"They're crazy. 10cm is my life support system."
"What's your favorite song?"
"Oneul bam-eun~" Yoochun dove right into the chorus, not caring that in his excitement of finding a fellow fan, he wasn't hitting all the right notes. But it wasn't until Junsu joined in that Yoochun truly realized just how off he was. His voice trailed off and he stopped walking to stare.
Junsu stopped abruptly when he realized he no longer had an accompaniment. He blinked. "What?"
Yoochun couldn't quite find the words to explain the sound he'd been blessed to hear. "You're...perfect."
Immediately, Junsu flushed bright red, shaking his head fervently. "No, I just, um... Music major. Haha..."
"Vocals?"
Junsu nodded somewhat timidly.
"If you make an album, I'll be your manager. We'll be millionaires." Yoochun blurted. "Run away with me to Japan."
Junsu laughed into his palm, partially hiding his embarrassed face. "It's nothing, really. I--" A stray bit of popcorn tumbled out of Junsu's bangs and streaked passed his nose. He blinked rapidly til he figured out exactly what had just fallen out of his hair. He eyed Yoochun.
"That was in my hair this whole time?"
"Ummm--"
Junsu took a step closer. "How much popcorn is still stuck in my hair right now?"
Yoochun took a step back. "Well..."
"You were just gonna let me walk around with junk food in my hair all night?" His voice sounded dangerous but his eyes were grinning malevolently.
Yoochun chose his next few words carefully. "But the butter made your hair glisten."
Once Junsu took a swipe at the bag in Yoochun's hand (probably for ammo), Yoochun wasted no time and took off.
Yoochun didn't make it far. Junsu must have been an athlete or something because he caught up with him in no time, pulling on the arm holding the popcorn and shouting at Yoochun to, "Give it to me or I will eat you." Yoochun figured he wouldn't last long in this tug of war so the best option was to get rid of weapon.
He tilted the bag over his head and inhaled whatever popcorn he could catch in his mouth before Junsu could get ahold of any of it and shove it down his shirt. But this guy was a quick one. Junsu pounced and snatched the bag from Yoochun's hand. Perhaps a little too fast because the whole thing, kernels and all, just ended up in a mess on the ground.
They looked at each other. Popcorn leftovers in Junsu's hair. Popcorn crumbs decorating Yoochun's mouth and the front of his shirt.
And then it was the supermarket all over again with both of them laughing hysterically because the situation was dumb, there was a mess at their feet and the other kept laughing louder.
"I demand a rematch." Junsu panted heavily through a colossal smile.
"You know...you're gonna...win." Yoochun wheezed, doubled over and clutching his knees. How did Junsu manage to run half a block and laugh til his lungs popped and still manage to live?
"Exactly." Junsu said smugly. "I want to see you again. Right here. Bring the popcorn."
"Here?" Yoochun glanced at the restaurant they were now standing in front of, expensively decorated with swirling letters from a foreign land. "At an Italian restaurant?"
Junsu glanced at the restaurant and shrugged. "Sure. If it means I get to smack your ass around all the way home and spit on your manhood."
"Sounds like a date."
Junsu opened his mouth but shut it and flushed a bright, rich pink when he realized what Yoochun had said, leaving Yoochun to wonder if it was too early to crack dirty jokes.
But Junsu smiled and said more quietly, "I guess it does." Yoochun watched him nervously fiddle with his hands. "How about tomorrow?
"Sorry. Can't make it."
Junsu's face fell. He looked at Yoochun with a face that had been utterly rejected. "Oh. Umm--"
"But I'm free on Sunday." It just felt natural to tease the other like this. Especially the way Junsu's embarrassed smile made Yoochun's heart skip three beats. But Yoochun wouldn't mention that he was busy tomorrow because he was scheduled for another scene.
Immediately, Junsu lit up. He ducked his head, almost embarrassed at how big he was smiling. "Okay. How's 6o'clock?"
"Perfect."
"Okay..."
"Is it alright if I don't bring the popcorn? I just don't want the waiters to think we brought it cause we don't like their food. Plus, I don't want you pelting me with it."
Junsu chuckled. "That's fine."
"I'll pick you up."
"Okay."
"See you Sunday, then."
"Okay."
They had just finished what might have been lap ten thousand around the block. Still not bored. People were streaming out of the theater and heading to the parking lot. The movie was over.
Yoochun looked at Junsu who was staring at his feet. "Shall I take you back to your friend's place?"
Junsu twisted his mouth in thought. He shook his head. "Just take me home. Hyukjae will just assume I had too much fun and ended up at someone else's house. At least this way I won't get stuck cleaning up after that party."
Yoochun smirked. "Sure you want to let your friend have all the fun? I'm sure they've set the place on fire by now."
Junsu stuck his tongue out and made a face. "I'm a good friend. Not a slave."
"You'd look kinda hot tied up in a dungeon."
Junsu just laughed, ears pink.
Three
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Here's the song Yoosu were talking about. :D
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I don't own a DBSK porn DVD...but I wish I did T.T
Length: [2/?]
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: comedy, romance, smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: On film, Yoochun blows. In reality, he's in love.
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P.S. Party Hard
"You told her you were helping your grandmother skydive?"
"Yes."
"And that's why you had to cancel your date."
"Mhmm."
"Changmin?"
"Yeah."
"Kill yourself."
Silence.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Oh, come on. You know I wasn't serious."
Silence.
"Changmin...?"
"What if I had killed myself?"
"No one would go to your funeral. Except your skydiving grandma."
"You're funny."
"If you're gonna lie to your girlfriend, at least lie well." Yoochun opened the refrigerator. Looked around blankly and closed it.
"Well, next time I impede upon the trust between me and my lover, can you be by my side to do the dirty work for me? Pretty please?"
"I'd be glad to."
"If I could strangle you through the phone, I would."
"And that's why I'm only this honest with you when we're on the phone." Yoochun flopped on the couch and turned on the TV. Action movie.
Changmin laughed. "But seriously, man. She wasn't all that suspicious. Should I be worried?"
"That your girlfriend might be dumb as a brick? Yes, you should be worried."
"Or maybe she just trusts me." Changmin's tone dropped two degrees serious.
Yoochun sighed. "You know, if she were in your situation, I bet she'd do the same thing."
"That's reassuring." Changmin deadpanned.
"I mean, who tells their lovers they're having sex for pay? But oh yeah, you have no feelings whatsoever with the hundreds of people you'll be fucking. Oh, did I mention they were all men? But you're still straight, so she shouldn't worry."
"Heechul's whole family knows about his career. They send him gifts when he wins awards."
"Heechul's family is strange."
"And he's got like three boyfriends and one transvestite girlfriend who are all totally fine with him having other lovers and being a porn star."
Yoochun quirked an eyebrow. "Heechul attracts even stranger people. By the way, how was your scene with him today?"
Changmin groaned.
Yoochun wasn't sure if he was supposed to laugh or provide reassurance. "That interesting...?"
"Yoochun, it was the kinkiest thing I've ever experienced in my entire life. I'd rather not talk about it."
"Fair enough. You okay...?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll just have nightmares tonight. No biggie."
"Right..."
"But Heechul wouldn't stop complaining the whole damn time. Kept telling me if I got cum or salad dressing his hair, he'd sue my ass. He's more the huggy-kissy-cuddle type, anyway. Don't know why Onew picked him to do the scene with me."
"I've stopped trying to figure Onew out."
Changmin laughed. "That's for the best. Don't even try to understand how he's barely out of high school and already a famous porn director."
Yoochun realized why he'd gone to the fridge in the first place. He headed back to the kitchen, scratching his hip bone lazily. "Hey, Min? Is there anyone besides me who knows about your career choice?"
"Of course not! My parents would stone cold murder me and make it look like an accident." Changmin explained logically. "But I know they're suspicious of why they haven't received a bill for my college tuition lately. I'll have to come up with some kind of explanation soon."
Yoochun opened the refrigerator door and snagged a can of Coke. "You could've done porn and stayed in school at the same time."
"Not pre-med." Changmin pointed out. "And then there's actual medical school. I'd kill myself before my parents got to me."
"What if you changed your major?" Yoochun suggested. "Like culinary arts or something."
"Nah. Porn's the right choice for me." Changmin said confidently. Yoochun smiled. "Gay porn makes too much money to pass up. And when I'm too old to fuck, I'll become a director or cameraman or something and get paid to watch other people fuck. Leeteuk's already showing me camera techniques."
"What kind of scene do you want to shoot first?"
"Mmm," Changmin mused. "Lesbians."
"You're a dog, you know that, Min?" Yoochun said through a chuckle.
"Yes! Fuck, tell me how dirty I am!"
Yoochun froze and stared at his cell phone. "Min? Is this a bad time...?"
He heard shuffling and a door closing on the other end, muffling a series of euphoric exclamations. "Sorry, man. They're shooting a scene in the next room."
"Ah," Yoochun popped opened his Coke and let it fizz. "Must be a good one."
"At least there's no orange juice." Changmin muttered. Yoochun was pretty sure Changmin didn't mean for him to hear that.
Yoochun poised the can at his lips and paused. He set it down on the table next to the couch. "Wait, you're on a set. Now?"
Changmin coughed nervously. "Uh yeah, I meant to tell you."
"Uh-huh."
"I'm shooting for another movie."
"That's great."
"Yeah."
"So you and me tonight? Movie premiere? Midnight? Stale popcorn? Sticky theater seats?"
A sigh on the other end. "Sorry. I didn't know they were shooting tonight til the last minute. I seriously meant to tell you earlier!"
Yoochun's turn to sigh.
"We can still watch it tomorrow at a regular time." Changmin tried hopefully.
"It won't be the midnight premiere."
"There will still be stale popcorn."
Another sigh. "It's not the same."
"I know."
"I hate you."
"I know."
"Hang up."
"'Kay."
"Bye. Jerk."
A sigh and Yoochun tossed his cell on the couch next to him. Leaving his untouched Coke on the table next to him, he ventured toward the fridge again, staring inside if for nothing else than to entertain himself now that his Friday night had come to a halt.
Going to the theater by himself was lame. What else was he supposed to do? He could stay home and watch stupid action movies on TV. But what good is it if you can't pay 10,000 won for one tub of stale popcorn with that old, flat, chewy taste poorly disguised in seven layers of butter?
Butter...
Yoochun stared, only vaguely conscious that he was wasting the fridge's energy. The butter from before that he'd graciously bought for Changmin's scene but was coldly rendered useless. The butter Kim Junsu had signed using somewhat illegal methods.
Yoochun took the top off the container and flipped it to the other side to find the address the stranger from earlier had written there with a temporarily stolen pen. He glanced at the clock. Barely 11 o'clock. The party had probably started only an hour ago.
Yoochun shut the refrigerator door.
Attend movie premiere by himself.
Stay home. Watch stupid action movies by himself.
Go to party by himself and pretend to belong with fellow human beings.
Hmmm...
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After about two minutes, Yoochun began to rethink feeling bad about never having attended a frat party before graduating college last year.
"OMG, CAN I TOUCH YOUR HAIR?"
Yoochun racked his brain for a form of rejection that was kind, yet firm. "Um, no. Please?"
While the girl who had kidnapped Yoochun and refused to let him go laughed hysterically for no reason, three guys in oversized hockey jerseys paraded across the crowded, brown-stained living room with about half a liquor store's worth of beer and a handful of pineapples each. What the hell?
If nothing else, this party was a comedic spectacle. The music was loud and average, dancers toed that line between wild gyrating and public, clothed sex, there were groups of people spotted here and there playing strip versions of board games, the furniture was soaked in booze and about 90% of the party-goers no longer spoke coherent Korean. And it was barely 12am.
"It lookss soo silkyyy." The girl drawled through a painted-on smile that she probably thought was flirty and not drugged at all. She was obviously underaged and smelled like alcohol poisoning.
"Umm..."
He'd only been there for an hour just observing debaucherous shit with a purely decorative plastic cup in his hand since he'd immediately convinced himself not to consume it if he didn't want to wake up three days later on the side of the street in Busan wearing someone else's clothes. Yoochun figured it was time to leave once the chick dove forward, fisting a clump of his hair and tried to eat his face.
Once he'd shaken off No Name Drunken Chick, he waded through the crowd, careful not to entice anyone to spill beer on him and then dance-rape him on the floor.
"Oops! I'm sorry."
"No, no. It's okay." Yoochun mumbled, trying to work his way around the person he'd bumped into and then he'd finally be home free. Lonely action movies, here I come.
"Hey... You came."
Yoochun stopped in his tracks. There was only one voice he'd expect to be filled with familiarity at this atrocity of a party. But after showing up and seeing hundreds of college students running amuck, he'd given up on that hope.
"You remember me, right?" Kim Junsu said playfully.
"Of course. Kim Junsu." Yoochun smiled simply because Junsu was smiling.
"Park Yoochun." Then a bit of his smile melted away. "Are you leaving?"
"Well, I--"
"ALL GIRL TOPLESS MUD WRESTLING IN THE BACKYARD!!" Some dude bellowed at Yoochun, spewing alcoholic fumes into his ear and disappeared.
After Yoochun recovered emotionally, he started over. "I think I've had enough fun for the night."
"Right." Junsu laughed sheepishly, clutching a huge trash bag that Yoochun had only just now noticed.
"Looks like you're having fun, too." Yoochun pointed at the bag. He could've sworn Junsu's face flushed bright red but it was too dark to tell for sure.
"Oh, yeah." Junsu tried to hide the half full trash bag behind him but to no avail. "I was just, umm...you know."
Yoochun raised an eyebrow.
Junsu sighed, deflated. "Okay. I'm awkward. I don't know anyone here and the few friends I do know disappeared a long time ago. And I can't make small talk with strangers who try to fuck me because they're drunk and high and I'm a moving object."
"I know the feeling..." Yoochun muttered, running a hand through his hair.
"Last time I saw Hyukjae--you know, the guy throwing this party--he was going out back with a bunch of guys, a slip 'n slide and about three dozen bottles of dish detergent. I figured I'd at least give myself something to do while I waited for this thing to be over." He gestured to the trash bag dragging on the floor.
"Cleaning up?" Yoochun stifled a grin.
Now Yoochun definitely knew Junsu was blushing. "Yeah. I was gonna get stuck with it later, anyway. Hyukjae and his frat brothers will be too hungover or MIA to help. Might as well get started."
"Well let me help you out." Yoochun opened the bag and tossed his untouched cup of beer into the bag.
"Thanks." Junsu deadpanned. But he still smiled.
"No, seriously. Let me help you." Yoochun moved to take the bag from Junsu's hand but the crowd around them suddenly surged, shouting in drunken glee and temporarily separating Yoochun from Junsu. Yoochun ducked to avoid the crowd-surfing moron that was carried over his head while mobs of people around him bumped him right and left to keep the moron afloat.
Eventually, the jostling landed him back reunited with an equally bemused Junsu. And luck would have it that someone would bump into Junsu who bumped into someone with a full cup of beer who would then trip Yoochun's way and spill a sloshing cup of beer all over Yoochun's shoes. Yoochun jerked back, colliding into another party-goer with pink hair, causing her to drop her cigarette in a vase that someone was puking in.
Yoochun and Junsu looked at each other.
"On second thought," Yoochun practically shouted to be heard over the cacophony of screams and retching. "Let's get out of here."
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"This popcorn is stale."
"I know. It's great."
So after escaping the party barely in tact, Yoochun had suggested they go see that movie he'd failed to see because of Changmin's desertion. But it was already an hour into the movie and the kid at the box office wouldn't let them inside. So they begged the box office kid to at least let them buy popcorn and ended up walking around the block several hundred times til one of them got bored. Yoochun figured they were currently around lap six thousand and were still quite entertained.
With the bag of popcorn in Yoochun's hands, they'd agreed to ask each other questions about themselves. If one of them guessed right about the other, he was awarded with popcorn. After playing the game for a while, the bag had quickly dwindled to less than half full. But mostly because Junsu was absent-mindedly munching on popcorn in between questions. Yoochun didn't mind too much.
Yoochun awarded himself with a few kernels of popcorn for correctly guessing Junsu's birthplace. "Now, guess where I'm from."
"You sound like you're from Seoul."
"Only half right. No popcorn for you."
"Cheater! Either I'm right or I'm wrong. And I'm right, so fork over the stale corn." Junsu took a swipe at the bag.
Yoochun kept the bag slightly out of reach, enjoying the way Junsu playfully glared at him. "I lived in Seoul up until middle school. But where did I live after that?"
"No fair. That's two questions."
"If you get it right, you'll get two handfuls of popcorn."
Junsu wrinkled his nose. "No way. That stuff's crap."
"Okay, one handful and a compliment."
Junsu laughed. "Okay, okay. Ummm," He put a finger up to his chin. "Busan."
"Nope."
"Daegu?"
"Wrong."
"Pluto?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"No."
"Oh come on!" Junsu threw up his hands. "Don't tell me you're from some tiny, no-name village in the mountains of Nowhere."
"Nope. The states. Extra points if you had guessed Fairfax, Virginia."
Junsu shoved him. "How was I supposed to guess that?"
"You were thinking too small. Think outside the box."
"Shut up." Junsu jammed a hand inside the bag and rewarded himself with a handful of popcorn. "I still got it half right."
"You tried really hard, too. So you get bonus points for effort.
"Victory~"
"Now here's your compliment. Junsu ga ou-sama desu yo."
Junsu stared. "What?"
"For not correctly guessing the second half of my question, your penalty is to receive a compliment you can't understand." Yoochun grinned, pleased with himself. "I'm assuming you don't speak Japanese."
"Then how do I know it's not actually an insult?"
"Do you trust me?"
"No."
Yoochun sighed while Junsu giggled and stuck his hand inside the popcorn bag.
"You're cheating." Junsu complained through a mouthful.
"You're stealing popcorn." Yoochun pointed out.
Junsu ignored him. "Well, up yours, too."
"It wasn't an insult, I swear!"
"So's your face."
"I said 'Junsu is king.' How is that an insult?"
"Ha!" Junsu grinned impishly and thieved more popcorn. "I got you to translate. Full points for me!"
When Junsu looked at Yoochun next, an overflowing fistful of popcorn had mysteriously appeared in his hand. Yoochun smiled with a treacherous glint. He chased Junsu for about half a block before he'd finally run out of ammo. Most of it had ended up in the gutter or Junsu's hair. Yoochun decided not to tell him.
"So," Junsu panted once he was positive Yoochun wouldn't come at him with round two. "You speak Japanese and English?"
Yoochun nodded. "Lived in the states for a while and majored in Japanese in college."
"That's so cool." Junsu said with admiration.
Yoochun just laughed stiffly.
"With skills like that, I bet you've got lots of jobs lined up."
Not really. "Uh, yeah."
"What do you do?"
Other men. "International, um, trade."
"I've always wanted to do something amazing like master a language." Junsu mused, looking up at the starless sky.
"It's not that great." Especially since most of the jobs Yoochun could get with the major he'd completed in college would either require him to step foot in an office without hanging himself with his tie, interact with school children he wasn't allowed to strangle or actually fly to Japan where he couldn't hop into a samgyeopsal restaurant whenever he wanted. Not to mention he'd never actually spoken more than a few words to a real live Japanese native, so there was no telling how competent he really was at the language.
"Have you ever--?"
"Aren't you supposed to be asking me questions about yourself?" Yoochun teased. Time to change the subject.
"Oh right." Junsu frowned for a moment, in thought. "What's my favorite band?"
"There's tons of bands!"
"There's even more potential birth cities." Junsu retorted, shoving his hand inside the popcorn bag again. "You may guess until I tire of you."
"Give me a hint, your majesty."
Junsu stuck out his tongue. "They're Korean."
"A better hint."
"No complaints! Guess."
"Are they a rock band?"
"Nope."
"Pop?"
"Nuh-uh."
"Bluegrass?"
"What?"
"Do I have to beg for another hint? I'll do it."
"They're indie." Bits of popcorn flew out of Junsu's mouth. "Think acoustic."
Yoochun threw his hands up and just blurted, "10cm?"
Junsu's eyes lit up. "Yes!"
"10cm is your favorite band?" Yoochun stared at the other with wide eyes.
Junsu nodded with a huge grin.
"They're my favorite band, too."
"Really?!"
"Really!"
"That's incredible! Most of my friends don't even know who they are."
"They're crazy. 10cm is my life support system."
"What's your favorite song?"
"Oneul bam-eun~" Yoochun dove right into the chorus, not caring that in his excitement of finding a fellow fan, he wasn't hitting all the right notes. But it wasn't until Junsu joined in that Yoochun truly realized just how off he was. His voice trailed off and he stopped walking to stare.
Junsu stopped abruptly when he realized he no longer had an accompaniment. He blinked. "What?"
Yoochun couldn't quite find the words to explain the sound he'd been blessed to hear. "You're...perfect."
Immediately, Junsu flushed bright red, shaking his head fervently. "No, I just, um... Music major. Haha..."
"Vocals?"
Junsu nodded somewhat timidly.
"If you make an album, I'll be your manager. We'll be millionaires." Yoochun blurted. "Run away with me to Japan."
Junsu laughed into his palm, partially hiding his embarrassed face. "It's nothing, really. I--" A stray bit of popcorn tumbled out of Junsu's bangs and streaked passed his nose. He blinked rapidly til he figured out exactly what had just fallen out of his hair. He eyed Yoochun.
"That was in my hair this whole time?"
"Ummm--"
Junsu took a step closer. "How much popcorn is still stuck in my hair right now?"
Yoochun took a step back. "Well..."
"You were just gonna let me walk around with junk food in my hair all night?" His voice sounded dangerous but his eyes were grinning malevolently.
Yoochun chose his next few words carefully. "But the butter made your hair glisten."
Once Junsu took a swipe at the bag in Yoochun's hand (probably for ammo), Yoochun wasted no time and took off.
Yoochun didn't make it far. Junsu must have been an athlete or something because he caught up with him in no time, pulling on the arm holding the popcorn and shouting at Yoochun to, "Give it to me or I will eat you." Yoochun figured he wouldn't last long in this tug of war so the best option was to get rid of weapon.
He tilted the bag over his head and inhaled whatever popcorn he could catch in his mouth before Junsu could get ahold of any of it and shove it down his shirt. But this guy was a quick one. Junsu pounced and snatched the bag from Yoochun's hand. Perhaps a little too fast because the whole thing, kernels and all, just ended up in a mess on the ground.
They looked at each other. Popcorn leftovers in Junsu's hair. Popcorn crumbs decorating Yoochun's mouth and the front of his shirt.
And then it was the supermarket all over again with both of them laughing hysterically because the situation was dumb, there was a mess at their feet and the other kept laughing louder.
"I demand a rematch." Junsu panted heavily through a colossal smile.
"You know...you're gonna...win." Yoochun wheezed, doubled over and clutching his knees. How did Junsu manage to run half a block and laugh til his lungs popped and still manage to live?
"Exactly." Junsu said smugly. "I want to see you again. Right here. Bring the popcorn."
"Here?" Yoochun glanced at the restaurant they were now standing in front of, expensively decorated with swirling letters from a foreign land. "At an Italian restaurant?"
Junsu glanced at the restaurant and shrugged. "Sure. If it means I get to smack your ass around all the way home and spit on your manhood."
"Sounds like a date."
Junsu opened his mouth but shut it and flushed a bright, rich pink when he realized what Yoochun had said, leaving Yoochun to wonder if it was too early to crack dirty jokes.
But Junsu smiled and said more quietly, "I guess it does." Yoochun watched him nervously fiddle with his hands. "How about tomorrow?
"Sorry. Can't make it."
Junsu's face fell. He looked at Yoochun with a face that had been utterly rejected. "Oh. Umm--"
"But I'm free on Sunday." It just felt natural to tease the other like this. Especially the way Junsu's embarrassed smile made Yoochun's heart skip three beats. But Yoochun wouldn't mention that he was busy tomorrow because he was scheduled for another scene.
Immediately, Junsu lit up. He ducked his head, almost embarrassed at how big he was smiling. "Okay. How's 6o'clock?"
"Perfect."
"Okay..."
"Is it alright if I don't bring the popcorn? I just don't want the waiters to think we brought it cause we don't like their food. Plus, I don't want you pelting me with it."
Junsu chuckled. "That's fine."
"I'll pick you up."
"Okay."
"See you Sunday, then."
"Okay."
They had just finished what might have been lap ten thousand around the block. Still not bored. People were streaming out of the theater and heading to the parking lot. The movie was over.
Yoochun looked at Junsu who was staring at his feet. "Shall I take you back to your friend's place?"
Junsu twisted his mouth in thought. He shook his head. "Just take me home. Hyukjae will just assume I had too much fun and ended up at someone else's house. At least this way I won't get stuck cleaning up after that party."
Yoochun smirked. "Sure you want to let your friend have all the fun? I'm sure they've set the place on fire by now."
Junsu stuck his tongue out and made a face. "I'm a good friend. Not a slave."
"You'd look kinda hot tied up in a dungeon."
Junsu just laughed, ears pink.
Three
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