close to you (3/?) ; changmin/junsu
close to you
changmin/junsu
romance, drama / pg13 / 3/?
Max, the temperamental rockstar, finds himself granting a fanboy's wish after the said fanboy continuously rang his doorbell at six in the morning, camped out of his house and befriended his manager.
(cross-posted to my aff)
“Are you sure we’re allowed to be in here?"
Junsu chuckles at the question and enters the apartment with the rockstar in tow. If he feels like hitting Changmin in the head, he doesn’t make it obvious. “Uhh…I could only hope so since this is my place and all.”
It took Junsu a while to convince Changmin to accompany him to his apartment to fetch some of his things. "I couldn’t keep on wearing your clothes," he reasoned out.
"I could only care less if you think it’s unhygienic, I’m not going anywhere. Go by yourself if you want to." Changmin argued stupidly, sprawled out on the couch as he balanced a can of beer on his stomach. The stubborn man eventually changed his mind when Junsu offered to cook for him.
“Who would say no to free food?”
“Not you, apparently.”
Changmin scans the small yet cozy studio type apartment, mouth slightly agape. There’s really nothing much in the place except a TV, few tables and chairs at what he thinks is the kitchen and a huge mattress on the floor. “That’s got to be the bedroom,” he mumbles.
“That would be right.” He turns around at the smiling Junsu. “It’s nowhere as big as yours but I love this place. Are you hungry? I’m going to whip something up first, there’s not much to pack anyway.”
Nodding absentmindedly, he walks straight to the mattress and lies down on it, arms and legs spread out as if he’s going to make a snow angel. He sighs in content, turns his head to the side only to see a stuffed animal staring at him. He grabs the seemingly offending toy and smacks its head. “Quit staring at me.”
“Don’t hit him!”
The rockstar jumps in surprise at the voice and clutches his chest. “Damn you, smiley.” He throws the stuffed toy at the chuckling Junsu and rolls his eyes. “I actually thought he could talk. Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be cooking? I’m famished.”
“Going to grab a pair of sweats because someone forgot to ask if I needed one."
Changmin scowls, not at all offended by the accusation. Sure, he might have forgotten to lend him a pair of pants so the poor guy had been wearing nothing but boxers and an oversized shirt. But that was only because the mention of food had gotten him excited. And besides, it’s not like they walked all the way to his house. He still had the decency to give him a ride.
His train of thoughts is interrupted when something soft hits his face. “What was that for?” he frowns, picking up the abused stuffed toy. “The hell do you have a stuffed animal anyway?”
“Does it look familiar to you?”
Junsu is staring at him and he couldn’t help but stare right back, watching as the other man’s lips move as if mumbling something inaudible. He finds it odd but continues to stare. He eventually snaps out of his trance and snorts. “No. But I have to admit, it’s the ugliest shit I’ve seen. They shouldn’t sell this to kids. They’d go running around showing this crap to other kids, scarring them for life.” He could only watch as Junsu snatches the toy from him and stomps his way to the kitchen. “Did I say something wrong?” he mumbles, completely unaware of the other’s foul mood. With a shrug, he rubs his tummy. Suddenly, he could feel his eyelids getting heavier by the second. “I’m not gonna sleep, just…closing my eyes…” he tells himself, unconsciously drifting off to dreamland.
The moment his eyes open, Junsu’s face greets him. “You fell asleep and I didn’t have the heart to wake you up."
“That was the best sleep I’ve ever had my entire life.” He says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and winces at the huge smile on the other’s face. “Sunshine, please tone it down. I’m going to go blind.”
“You never got to eat. I suppose you’re still hungry. I’m going to re-heat the food, okay?”
When Junsu stands up and heads to the kitchen, he finds himself getting up as well, following the shorter man. “What did you cook?” he asks, opening the mini fridge and takes out a bottle of water. He chugs it down like he hasn’t drank for a week. After putting the empty bottle back in the fridge, he walks up to the other who’s stirring something in the pot and peers over his shoulder. “That’s one good lookin’ stew."
"Only for you."
"Didn't know you could actually cook. Thought you were bluffing."
Junsu chuckles lightly. "You don't know a lot of things about me."
"Hmm. What would you like to do today?" Unaware of his close proximity, Junsu turns to look at him only to have his lips brush lightly against his cheek. He backs away a little. Junsu looks a little flustered, he notes. He clears his throat. "So...?"
"I'm done packing so maybe after we eat and drop my things in your house we could take a stroll somewhere?" He agrees at the idea and takes a few steps back to claims a chair. "Are you sick?" asks Junsu as he places down the pot of stew on the table.
"Excuse me?"
"You didn't argue like you usually do so I thought...yeah...I'm going to shut up now and get some rice."
"Brilliant idea."
"Why are you so fidgety?" An irate Changmin asks as he walks beside the very fidgety Junsu. "People are following us, I know, but if you want to have a good time, you'll have to pretend they don't exist."
"Easy for you to say."
"But it is. I do it all the time."
"But-"
"Trust me, the best thing you could do is ignore them. As cheesy as it sounds, just pretend that it's only you and I. No one else."
That seems to do the trick as Junsu visibly relaxes, much to his relief.
Both men are taking a stroll around the streets of Apgujeong. It was Changmin's idea after flatout rejecting Junsu's. The fan wanted to go to the park and feed the ducks, but he thought it was pathetic. Before Junsu could suggest another stupid idea, he took the matter in his hands and opted for something decent. To him, at least.
"How's it like to be famous?"
"Tolerable."
Junsu looks at him, surprise evident in his face. "Not the answer I was expecting."
"Then what were you expecting?"
The smaller man shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe something like, cool? Or amazing because a lot of people appreciate you."
"And a lot don't." The rockstar fishes out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, takes out a stick and lights it up, but not before offering Junsu one which earns him a slap on the arm and a reminder that he's sick and he shouldn't smoke around sick people. He throws the offending stick on the ground, not surprised when a rabid fan picks it up and stuffs it in a plastic bag all the while grinning at him. Already used to it, Changmin doesn't even bat an eyelid. The same couldn't be said for Junsu though. The boy could only stare in horror. "That's what I had to get used to when I started gaining popularity. Creepy stalkers and delusional girls who think I'd marry someday."
"Wha-"
"I'm not going to lie. I was happy at first. I mean, who wouldn't be? We all want to have a taste of popularity at one point. And on top of that, I'd get to do what I love doing to most." he says. "And all the sex are just a bonus."
"You have to stop doing that." Junsu tells him. "Sleeping around, I mean. As your fan and temporary friend, I can't help but worry."
"I'm clean. I get tested every month. I need the sex, Sunshine. It keeps me sane. Don't ask me how or why. It just does. Don't I get credit for not doing drugs though?"
Junsu sighs. "Why don't you get a girlfriend then? Or maybe a boyfriend. Whatever suits you."
He raises a brow. "I'm pretty sure I was talking to you when I said I don't do relationships."
Junsu startles him when he grabs a hold of his wrist and drags him somewhere unknown. "Yah! Where are you taking me?"
"Here." They stop in front of a store and just by looking at the window display, Changmin could already tell that it sells couple things. He opens his mouth to speak but Junsu beats him to it. "Don't you eve dare start spoiling the fun." He wants to run, he really does, but his feet wouldn't let him as it stay rooted to the ground. Why Junsu brought him there, he doesn't know. And honestly, he thinks he doesn't even want to know. It doesn't take long before he finds himself willingly entering the shop with a grinning Junsu beside him. It's his day, he reminds himself. Don't ruin it.
People inside the store gasp at the rockstar's presence. Out of excitement, perhaps, they literally push Junsu aside as they crowd around the now pissed star. The said star gives them a look before grabbing Junsu's hand, unconsciously lacing their fingers. "Lay a finger on him again and-"
"Nothing." Junsu butts in, squeezing his hand gently. "He'll do nothing." He apologises with a bow, much to Changmin's annoyance, and everyone goes back doing their own business, silently wondering who Junsu is and why the rockstar is protective of him.
"Don't do that." Changmin says as they check out the shirts. "That was unnecessary. You need their apology, not the other way around." He picks up a random shirt, makes a disgusted face upon seeing the insane amount of hearts on it. "Eww. Who buys this shit?"
"People in love."
"Good thing I'm not one of them. I'm never wearing one."
"Damn it." Changmin looks down at his newly bought shirt. It was a simple black tee with Soul written on it. He glances at the - forever - grinning Junsu clad in the same tee, the only difference is that his has Mate written on it. It is disgusting, thoroughly disgusting and he has no choice but to wear one. After Junsu had almost thrown a hissy fit, he doesn't think he could say no to the man again.
"People are looking at us."
"I know." he replies, noticing the numerous pairs of eyes eyeing them in amusement, envy and disgust. "We look like we're in a fucking boyband." he hisses, glaring at Junsu who only chuckles. "And I thought you didn't like people staring at you."
"I still don't. It's just funny how you're so worked up over a couple shirt."
"Need I remind you that we're not a couple?"
He sees a flash of hurt in the other man's eyes but it disappears as soon as it appeared. Junsu lets out a smile, albeit forced. "You can take it off, you know. It's not like I'm going to throw a tantrum."
Excuse me but you almost did, he wants to say but instead, he frowns, wanting to slap himself mentally for making his fan feel bad. He doesn't mean to. Well, he kind of does. But only because the last thing he wants to do is to lead Junsu on and make him hope for something that's never going to happen. They're getting along fine as friends, why should they ruin it for a relationship that's not going to work out anyway?
"Forget it. Wait there..." He marches back inside the store and asks the staff for a pair of scissors which they gladly lend him. He proceeds to take off his shirt, ignoring the gasps and the eyes staring at his body, cuts off the sleeves and then puts it back on. "There, all better." When he walks out, he's expecting to see Junsu patiently waiting for him, but much to his surprise, the man is nowhere to be found. "What. Where the fuck is he?"
Changmin's gaze landed on the group of people who has been following them and is about to ask when he realises it would be useless. It's either they don't know because they aren't really paying much attention to Junsu or they know where he went but would want something in return for that piece of information. He is actually quite frantic; there is no other way to contact his companion. Junsu most likely has a cellphone but he isn't interested enough to actually get his digits. Before he could sprint to a random direction, Junsu's familiar figure comes running towards him. Out of sheer frustration, the rockstar meets him halfway and grabs him by the hand rather harshly.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he demands. He needs an answer and it better be valid.
Junsu fidgets under his glare. "I-"
"Give me your phone." Without warning whatsoever, Changmin starts feeling Junsu's pockets for the device. The latter squirms which he pointedly ignores. If Junsu wants to be around him he has to get used to having his hands all over him. In the most platonic way possible, Changmin murmurs to himself. A grunt of victory escapes his lips as he fishes out the gadget from his fan's right pocket. "I'm putting my number in here. This better not happen again." he warns, making sure Junsu understands that he is in no way kidding.
As it turns out, Junsu took a small trip to the pharmacy. He doesn't want to explain further and Changmin respects that, though he suspects it has something to do with his illness. He might be unenthusiastic about the whole thing but he's not going to deny the fact that he gets a little worried when Junsu seems a bit off.
"I'm sorry for making you mad." says Junsu as soon as they get back in the house. "I'm not exactly sure if I got you worried but if ever I did, just know that I didn't mean to make you feel that way."
Taking off his shirt ever so casually, Changmin waved him off with a hand. "Go shower, you stink. Then go to sleep or whatever." A minute passes and Junsu still hasn't moved. The irate Changmin quirks a brow and asks, "What now?"
"Well you could at least tell me where my room is."
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changmin/junsu
romance, drama / pg13 / 3/?
Max, the temperamental rockstar, finds himself granting a fanboy's wish after the said fanboy continuously rang his doorbell at six in the morning, camped out of his house and befriended his manager.
(cross-posted to my aff)
“Are you sure we’re allowed to be in here?"
Junsu chuckles at the question and enters the apartment with the rockstar in tow. If he feels like hitting Changmin in the head, he doesn’t make it obvious. “Uhh…I could only hope so since this is my place and all.”
It took Junsu a while to convince Changmin to accompany him to his apartment to fetch some of his things. "I couldn’t keep on wearing your clothes," he reasoned out.
"I could only care less if you think it’s unhygienic, I’m not going anywhere. Go by yourself if you want to." Changmin argued stupidly, sprawled out on the couch as he balanced a can of beer on his stomach. The stubborn man eventually changed his mind when Junsu offered to cook for him.
“Who would say no to free food?”
“Not you, apparently.”
Changmin scans the small yet cozy studio type apartment, mouth slightly agape. There’s really nothing much in the place except a TV, few tables and chairs at what he thinks is the kitchen and a huge mattress on the floor. “That’s got to be the bedroom,” he mumbles.
“That would be right.” He turns around at the smiling Junsu. “It’s nowhere as big as yours but I love this place. Are you hungry? I’m going to whip something up first, there’s not much to pack anyway.”
Nodding absentmindedly, he walks straight to the mattress and lies down on it, arms and legs spread out as if he’s going to make a snow angel. He sighs in content, turns his head to the side only to see a stuffed animal staring at him. He grabs the seemingly offending toy and smacks its head. “Quit staring at me.”
“Don’t hit him!”
The rockstar jumps in surprise at the voice and clutches his chest. “Damn you, smiley.” He throws the stuffed toy at the chuckling Junsu and rolls his eyes. “I actually thought he could talk. Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be cooking? I’m famished.”
“Going to grab a pair of sweats because someone forgot to ask if I needed one."
Changmin scowls, not at all offended by the accusation. Sure, he might have forgotten to lend him a pair of pants so the poor guy had been wearing nothing but boxers and an oversized shirt. But that was only because the mention of food had gotten him excited. And besides, it’s not like they walked all the way to his house. He still had the decency to give him a ride.
His train of thoughts is interrupted when something soft hits his face. “What was that for?” he frowns, picking up the abused stuffed toy. “The hell do you have a stuffed animal anyway?”
“Does it look familiar to you?”
Junsu is staring at him and he couldn’t help but stare right back, watching as the other man’s lips move as if mumbling something inaudible. He finds it odd but continues to stare. He eventually snaps out of his trance and snorts. “No. But I have to admit, it’s the ugliest shit I’ve seen. They shouldn’t sell this to kids. They’d go running around showing this crap to other kids, scarring them for life.” He could only watch as Junsu snatches the toy from him and stomps his way to the kitchen. “Did I say something wrong?” he mumbles, completely unaware of the other’s foul mood. With a shrug, he rubs his tummy. Suddenly, he could feel his eyelids getting heavier by the second. “I’m not gonna sleep, just…closing my eyes…” he tells himself, unconsciously drifting off to dreamland.
The moment his eyes open, Junsu’s face greets him. “You fell asleep and I didn’t have the heart to wake you up."
“That was the best sleep I’ve ever had my entire life.” He says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and winces at the huge smile on the other’s face. “Sunshine, please tone it down. I’m going to go blind.”
“You never got to eat. I suppose you’re still hungry. I’m going to re-heat the food, okay?”
When Junsu stands up and heads to the kitchen, he finds himself getting up as well, following the shorter man. “What did you cook?” he asks, opening the mini fridge and takes out a bottle of water. He chugs it down like he hasn’t drank for a week. After putting the empty bottle back in the fridge, he walks up to the other who’s stirring something in the pot and peers over his shoulder. “That’s one good lookin’ stew."
"Only for you."
"Didn't know you could actually cook. Thought you were bluffing."
Junsu chuckles lightly. "You don't know a lot of things about me."
"Hmm. What would you like to do today?" Unaware of his close proximity, Junsu turns to look at him only to have his lips brush lightly against his cheek. He backs away a little. Junsu looks a little flustered, he notes. He clears his throat. "So...?"
"I'm done packing so maybe after we eat and drop my things in your house we could take a stroll somewhere?" He agrees at the idea and takes a few steps back to claims a chair. "Are you sick?" asks Junsu as he places down the pot of stew on the table.
"Excuse me?"
"You didn't argue like you usually do so I thought...yeah...I'm going to shut up now and get some rice."
"Brilliant idea."
"Why are you so fidgety?" An irate Changmin asks as he walks beside the very fidgety Junsu. "People are following us, I know, but if you want to have a good time, you'll have to pretend they don't exist."
"Easy for you to say."
"But it is. I do it all the time."
"But-"
"Trust me, the best thing you could do is ignore them. As cheesy as it sounds, just pretend that it's only you and I. No one else."
That seems to do the trick as Junsu visibly relaxes, much to his relief.
Both men are taking a stroll around the streets of Apgujeong. It was Changmin's idea after flatout rejecting Junsu's. The fan wanted to go to the park and feed the ducks, but he thought it was pathetic. Before Junsu could suggest another stupid idea, he took the matter in his hands and opted for something decent. To him, at least.
"How's it like to be famous?"
"Tolerable."
Junsu looks at him, surprise evident in his face. "Not the answer I was expecting."
"Then what were you expecting?"
The smaller man shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe something like, cool? Or amazing because a lot of people appreciate you."
"And a lot don't." The rockstar fishes out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, takes out a stick and lights it up, but not before offering Junsu one which earns him a slap on the arm and a reminder that he's sick and he shouldn't smoke around sick people. He throws the offending stick on the ground, not surprised when a rabid fan picks it up and stuffs it in a plastic bag all the while grinning at him. Already used to it, Changmin doesn't even bat an eyelid. The same couldn't be said for Junsu though. The boy could only stare in horror. "That's what I had to get used to when I started gaining popularity. Creepy stalkers and delusional girls who think I'd marry someday."
"Wha-"
"I'm not going to lie. I was happy at first. I mean, who wouldn't be? We all want to have a taste of popularity at one point. And on top of that, I'd get to do what I love doing to most." he says. "And all the sex are just a bonus."
"You have to stop doing that." Junsu tells him. "Sleeping around, I mean. As your fan and temporary friend, I can't help but worry."
"I'm clean. I get tested every month. I need the sex, Sunshine. It keeps me sane. Don't ask me how or why. It just does. Don't I get credit for not doing drugs though?"
Junsu sighs. "Why don't you get a girlfriend then? Or maybe a boyfriend. Whatever suits you."
He raises a brow. "I'm pretty sure I was talking to you when I said I don't do relationships."
Junsu startles him when he grabs a hold of his wrist and drags him somewhere unknown. "Yah! Where are you taking me?"
"Here." They stop in front of a store and just by looking at the window display, Changmin could already tell that it sells couple things. He opens his mouth to speak but Junsu beats him to it. "Don't you eve dare start spoiling the fun." He wants to run, he really does, but his feet wouldn't let him as it stay rooted to the ground. Why Junsu brought him there, he doesn't know. And honestly, he thinks he doesn't even want to know. It doesn't take long before he finds himself willingly entering the shop with a grinning Junsu beside him. It's his day, he reminds himself. Don't ruin it.
People inside the store gasp at the rockstar's presence. Out of excitement, perhaps, they literally push Junsu aside as they crowd around the now pissed star. The said star gives them a look before grabbing Junsu's hand, unconsciously lacing their fingers. "Lay a finger on him again and-"
"Nothing." Junsu butts in, squeezing his hand gently. "He'll do nothing." He apologises with a bow, much to Changmin's annoyance, and everyone goes back doing their own business, silently wondering who Junsu is and why the rockstar is protective of him.
"Don't do that." Changmin says as they check out the shirts. "That was unnecessary. You need their apology, not the other way around." He picks up a random shirt, makes a disgusted face upon seeing the insane amount of hearts on it. "Eww. Who buys this shit?"
"People in love."
"Good thing I'm not one of them. I'm never wearing one."
"Damn it." Changmin looks down at his newly bought shirt. It was a simple black tee with Soul written on it. He glances at the - forever - grinning Junsu clad in the same tee, the only difference is that his has Mate written on it. It is disgusting, thoroughly disgusting and he has no choice but to wear one. After Junsu had almost thrown a hissy fit, he doesn't think he could say no to the man again.
"People are looking at us."
"I know." he replies, noticing the numerous pairs of eyes eyeing them in amusement, envy and disgust. "We look like we're in a fucking boyband." he hisses, glaring at Junsu who only chuckles. "And I thought you didn't like people staring at you."
"I still don't. It's just funny how you're so worked up over a couple shirt."
"Need I remind you that we're not a couple?"
He sees a flash of hurt in the other man's eyes but it disappears as soon as it appeared. Junsu lets out a smile, albeit forced. "You can take it off, you know. It's not like I'm going to throw a tantrum."
Excuse me but you almost did, he wants to say but instead, he frowns, wanting to slap himself mentally for making his fan feel bad. He doesn't mean to. Well, he kind of does. But only because the last thing he wants to do is to lead Junsu on and make him hope for something that's never going to happen. They're getting along fine as friends, why should they ruin it for a relationship that's not going to work out anyway?
"Forget it. Wait there..." He marches back inside the store and asks the staff for a pair of scissors which they gladly lend him. He proceeds to take off his shirt, ignoring the gasps and the eyes staring at his body, cuts off the sleeves and then puts it back on. "There, all better." When he walks out, he's expecting to see Junsu patiently waiting for him, but much to his surprise, the man is nowhere to be found. "What. Where the fuck is he?"
Changmin's gaze landed on the group of people who has been following them and is about to ask when he realises it would be useless. It's either they don't know because they aren't really paying much attention to Junsu or they know where he went but would want something in return for that piece of information. He is actually quite frantic; there is no other way to contact his companion. Junsu most likely has a cellphone but he isn't interested enough to actually get his digits. Before he could sprint to a random direction, Junsu's familiar figure comes running towards him. Out of sheer frustration, the rockstar meets him halfway and grabs him by the hand rather harshly.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he demands. He needs an answer and it better be valid.
Junsu fidgets under his glare. "I-"
"Give me your phone." Without warning whatsoever, Changmin starts feeling Junsu's pockets for the device. The latter squirms which he pointedly ignores. If Junsu wants to be around him he has to get used to having his hands all over him. In the most platonic way possible, Changmin murmurs to himself. A grunt of victory escapes his lips as he fishes out the gadget from his fan's right pocket. "I'm putting my number in here. This better not happen again." he warns, making sure Junsu understands that he is in no way kidding.
As it turns out, Junsu took a small trip to the pharmacy. He doesn't want to explain further and Changmin respects that, though he suspects it has something to do with his illness. He might be unenthusiastic about the whole thing but he's not going to deny the fact that he gets a little worried when Junsu seems a bit off.
"I'm sorry for making you mad." says Junsu as soon as they get back in the house. "I'm not exactly sure if I got you worried but if ever I did, just know that I didn't mean to make you feel that way."
Taking off his shirt ever so casually, Changmin waved him off with a hand. "Go shower, you stink. Then go to sleep or whatever." A minute passes and Junsu still hasn't moved. The irate Changmin quirks a brow and asks, "What now?"
"Well you could at least tell me where my room is."
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