It's Mister Steal Yo' Girl
Title: It’s Mister Steal Yo’ Girl
Pairing(s): DooWoon
Rating: PG-13+
Word Count: 1,917
Summary: Doojoon’s not too happy about Dongwoon being with someone else.
Frozen yogurt on a scalding, unforgiving sounded mandatory. Dongwoon and hyungs Kikwang, Yoseob and Hyunseung shuffled to their favorite frozen yogurt eatery for an extra special rendezvous. It was really special, because there was going to be a new addition to the fathering, because Woonie invited his nouveau beau to join them. Well, he was slightly forced to invite him by his impatient, excited friends. They had been dating for approximately two months, and they wanted to see this new piece of meat in the flesh.
Before the heartthrob made his arrival, the boys ornamented their chosen creams with candies and chose a place to sit outside beneath a sheltering umbrella to sit, eat, and talk. Seobie took complete advantage of every optional, chocolate topping presented. The frozen vanilla in his petite cup didn’t have a chance. Kikwang simply selected a small cup of mint chocolate, completing it with dark cookie shavings, dark sprinkles, and caramel sauce. The width of Hyunseung’s cup certainly differed from the others. It was more like a bowl; it was full of low-fat mocha frozen yogurt. And that’s all he wanted. Garnishes took away from the full flavor. Dongwoon was going to wait for his boyfriend to arrive before he decided to get anything. He was chatting with him via texts, actually, while his hyungs’ lips flapped.
“That looks disgusting as hell, Seobie,” critiqued Kikwang, “Do you have enough chocolate?”
“It’s really good,” Yoseob defended, forking a dollop of his dripping, chocolate-y concoction into his mouth.
“I’d have a heart attack,” Kikwang mentioned with a shrug, “You might just have one.”
“Whatever. It’s my yogurt. Shut up.”
“Or maybe you’ll get fat. I bet it cost more than all of ours. I would hate to be your boyfriend. You’re too expensive-”
“-Would you two pleeeease fuck?” interrupted Hyunseung after a loud, annoyed smack.
That surely shut Kiki up; a shy tint of blush was accountable on Yoseob’s cream-colored cheeks. Their pupils crossed once, and afterwards, the both of adopted a cherry hue. But Kikwang was the one to shift the subject onto the distant, mysterious, and smiling Dongwoonie.
“You didn’t want anything?” he questioned to the boy.
Dongwoon put down his phone, “I’m gonna get something later.”
“Oh. When your boyfriend gets here?” Hyunseung inquired. A giggle escaped him.
“Yeah.”
“When is your man getting here~?” pushed Seobie.
Dongwoon smiled behind the face of his phone, “He’ll be here in a minute. He told me he just left the school a few minutes ago.”
“And his name again?” asked Yoseob with a mouthful of frozen vanilla, but even so, he was still attractive, and cute.
“Junsu,” Kikwang replied before Dongwoon’s brain could even process the syllables. If anyone was more excited about Dongwoon finding another love, it was Kiki. He rejoiced. Anyone other than Doojoon would’ve sufficed.
“I’m so ready to meet him. Really, you don’t have a clue, Woon. It took you long enough to set up something, but I know he’s busy. And I’m so fucking glad you got rid of that deadweight, something you should’ve done long ago might I add,” Kiki said, lovingly and lightly scolding him in that final statement.
Dongwoon tucked his phone away, “I knooow, but I went out with a bang, at least.”
Dongwoon wasn’t lying. After the agonizing realization and acceptance that Doojoon would not be his first and only love-and truthfully, Dongwoon wasn’t Doojoon’s only love at the time-Dongwoon snapped in the calmest way possible. He memorized Doojoon’s new work schedule from the time he was living with him. So, when the working man wasn’t home, Dongwoon went into Doojoon’s closet and cut up all of his nice blouses real fine-like and strew the strips about the floor in a heap of assorted threads. It was a good-sized pile. Furthermore, he-armed with his copy of Doojoon’s key-created his own designs on his ex-lover’s car. Then he left him a minute-long message on his cell in which he probably used the word “fuck” as well as its complementary verb at least twenty-eight times. And clearly, that was the end of that relationship. Dongwoon called up Seobie, Kiki and Seung, and all four went clubbing to celebrate the brazen act committed by the youngest, sensuously body-rolling with handsome strangers all night.
“That was a bad-ass move,” complimented an impressed Hyunseung.
Kikwang scraped his red spoon around his cup. “It brought tears to my eyes. Woonie cut up all his shit then keyed his car. I was so fucking happy. I think I laughed for three straight minutes when he told me.”
Dongwoon’s lips could not contain the grins.
“You know he’s been calling me nonstop?” Dongwoon informed.
“Who!? Doojoon?” Hyunseung asked with a jump.
“Yeah.”
Seobie’s eyebrows furrowed, “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Doesn’t surprise me any,” Kiki spooned some chocolate onto his tongue, immediately swallowing, “He had a good boy. His dumbass is just figuring it out.”
“That’s too bad. It’s been three months, and I’ve moved on to better things,” said the younger, wearing a pretty and big smile.
Ah. And Dongwoon’s date finally arrived on the scene. He took the bus, apparently, and he came walking up to the store, instantly finding his lover amongst his friends. Dongwoon smiles were watered and they grew~ He stood to his feet, the sitting three ogling this handsome, lean man.
“Hey!” Junsu greeted. He was welcomed with a warm hug from Woonie, a peck that could be missed in the blink of an eye, “Heeey…”
They both sat down at the same time. Junsu scraped his chair about the concrete to get nearer to Dongwoon.
Kiki immediately stuck out his hand, “Lee Kikwang.”
Junsu shook the hand warmly, “Kim Junsu. Glad to finally meet you!”
They all took their turns shaking the man’s hand and stating their names.
“You work at the school?” asked Yoseob.
“At the elementary school about ten kilometers from here. I’m a music teacher.”
“Aw, that’s cute,” the others murmured on top of each other.
“Yeah… it’s the same school where I met Woon. I’m sure he’s told you already, but I’ve known him all through elementary and middle school. In high school, we kind of lost touch, but then we stumbled across one another at a general store. I spontaneously asked him out,” Junsu carried his eyes over to his lover, “I’m not lettin’ him get away again.”
Woon chortled… “You forgot to tell them you used to pick on me.”
“Oh yeah. I teased him a lot, but it was playful teasing.”
Kikwang sighed heavenly, “That is so cute… Woonie why didn’t you choose him before!?!”
While the trio chattered together, Dongwoon and Junsu retreated into their own couple bubble. They went inside and ordered a compromised, tall strawberry and chocolate milkshake. At the table, they slurped on their milkshake together, puckering their lips around their red straws. Seemingly, every time they did so, their noses would touch. Junsu laughed every time it happened.
“You and your big nose are getting in my way,” he muttered privately to Dongwoon.
“Yahhn… My nose is not big!” Woon hissed; cheeks splashed with a warm pink as he hid his nose away. Back in school, his nose was a frequent target of Junsu’s many jokes. It was all in good taste, though. He just liked seeing Dongwoonie adorably flustered.
“I’m teasiiing…” Junsu smiled affectionately, bringing Woonie’s hand down, “I love your nose. I’ve always loved your nose…” He went on to say that he loved everything about him, pecking Dongwoon’s cheek quietly. The latter was going to lowly chuckle himself silly… His hyungs looked on with excitement for their littlest one. Happiness was sprinkling itself all about him.
A car hastily parallel parked on the curb, but no one within the party thought anything of it, till Dongwoon saw who came out of it. “…What the fuck?” he whispered.
Junsu was confused, too. Everyone was confused. The hyungs followed Dongwoon’s eyes, and it was then that they each knew exactly why those three words were said.
Doojoon scrambled out of the blatantly scratched car. He knew where he was going. The man was stomping to the table, entirely unannounced, entirely unreadable.
“Wh… Why’s he…?” Kiki started, utterly taken. Yoseob couldn’t speak. Hyunseung slowly lowered his spoon of readied yogurt just centimeters from his lips.
“Doojoon what’re you doing here?” asked Dongwoon, in a loud enough scream so that it would reach his ears while he approached. Junsu looked to Dongwoon, then up to the man brusquely towered above him, “You know him, W-?”
Doojoon punched the shit out of Junsu. And he kept slugging the shit out of Junsu on the concrete ground that the latter cascaded onto. His balled fist plunged into Junsu’s rib cage again and again with formidable strength.
Dongwoon sprouted out of his chair and covered his mouth, “DOOJOON!”
A growling Kikwang attempted to get in between them and be of help to Junsu, but Yoseob restrained him.
“Kiki no!!”
“Seobie goddammit let me go!!”
Hyunseung ended up having to help Yoseob keep Kiki sedated. A hysterical Dongwoon flocked to his boyfriend’s aid-or tried-pulling ineffectively on Doojoon’s black tee, screaming. Doojoon wouldn’t budge. The punches rolled one after the other, each one fueled by more fresh, ardent hatred. He didn’t grunt. He said nothing. His hands did the talking.
“Doojoon get the fuck off him!! What the fuck’s wrong with you!!? Stoppit! Stop!!”
Thankfully, others assisted Dongwoon in tearing him off. The owner of the shop walked in on all the commotion. He threatened to call authorities on Doojoon if Doojoon didn’t leave in the next two minutes. Apparently, Doojoon didn’t want that, but he did not stop punching until three men restrained him, pulling him back and off Dongwoon’s partner. They did not do so wholly, because Doojoon’s sharp eyes were scalping the individual laid out on the ground. While Doojoon only sported a swollen, bloody bottom lip, Junsu’s skin was broken close to his hairline. Blood seeped abundantly through its thin, open layers. His eyes were open, but rolling around, not focused on any single thing. Dongwoon fell to the ground next to Junsu, scared to even touch him.
“Oh god wh… Doojoon. Doojoon what the fuck!? Why?!?” he sobbed, continuing to repeat that last inquiry as he ascended from the ground to step up to his ex-lover.
Doojoon jerked himself away from the men, glaring back at them threateningly. He calmly, silently encroached upon Dongwoon.
Kikwang tensed in Yoseob’s arms all over again, “You’d better not put your fucking hands on him, Doojoon, or I swear to god the both of us will be in jail tonight.”
Doojoon stopped and slowly turned his head so that he could ge t a good look at the feisty brunette. And without breaking their eye contact, Doojoon clutched the back of Dongwoon’s neck harshly, but his lips tenderly swamped over Dongwoon’s in an iron kiss wet with his blood. Dongwoon couldn’t move. Their eyes clashed. A wiiide, strong grin made Doojoon’s lips stretch broadly, and then, he muttered endearingly to his former lover, “Bitch.”
And he rose, and walked, and he drove away in his keyed-up car. Kikwang was yelling at the car as it skid off, “YEAH DOOJOON. HOW BRAVE. HOW FUCKING BRAVE OF YOU.” Yoseob was trying to calm him down. Hyunseung kneeled beside a dazed Junsu.
Dongwoon stood in his shoes, a confused man with lips painted red.
Related Fic(s): Friends Forever, yeah. [Doojoon/Dongwoon] (PG)
Princess, the Killer's Not My Enemy [Doojoon/Dongwoon] (PG-13+)
Sequel: Cherries Are for the Bourgeoisie [Doojoon/Dongwoon] (PG-13+)
**It’s 2pm's Kim Junsu, not JYJ's Kim Junsu, or any other Kim Junsu @-@ But whichever Junsu you prefer, by all means. Um, I would like to think these three drabbles are related, if you can even call them that. The last two certainly are. u-u Yeah. Sorry about the cursing throughout if that bothers anyone.
These really don't make any sense, probably. Inspired by little chapters of my life. Last thing I'll be writing for a strong while, so I leave you with this utter mess~ Thanks for reading. <3
Pairing(s): DooWoon
Rating: PG-13+
Word Count: 1,917
Summary: Doojoon’s not too happy about Dongwoon being with someone else.
Frozen yogurt on a scalding, unforgiving sounded mandatory. Dongwoon and hyungs Kikwang, Yoseob and Hyunseung shuffled to their favorite frozen yogurt eatery for an extra special rendezvous. It was really special, because there was going to be a new addition to the fathering, because Woonie invited his nouveau beau to join them. Well, he was slightly forced to invite him by his impatient, excited friends. They had been dating for approximately two months, and they wanted to see this new piece of meat in the flesh.
Before the heartthrob made his arrival, the boys ornamented their chosen creams with candies and chose a place to sit outside beneath a sheltering umbrella to sit, eat, and talk. Seobie took complete advantage of every optional, chocolate topping presented. The frozen vanilla in his petite cup didn’t have a chance. Kikwang simply selected a small cup of mint chocolate, completing it with dark cookie shavings, dark sprinkles, and caramel sauce. The width of Hyunseung’s cup certainly differed from the others. It was more like a bowl; it was full of low-fat mocha frozen yogurt. And that’s all he wanted. Garnishes took away from the full flavor. Dongwoon was going to wait for his boyfriend to arrive before he decided to get anything. He was chatting with him via texts, actually, while his hyungs’ lips flapped.
“That looks disgusting as hell, Seobie,” critiqued Kikwang, “Do you have enough chocolate?”
“It’s really good,” Yoseob defended, forking a dollop of his dripping, chocolate-y concoction into his mouth.
“I’d have a heart attack,” Kikwang mentioned with a shrug, “You might just have one.”
“Whatever. It’s my yogurt. Shut up.”
“Or maybe you’ll get fat. I bet it cost more than all of ours. I would hate to be your boyfriend. You’re too expensive-”
“-Would you two pleeeease fuck?” interrupted Hyunseung after a loud, annoyed smack.
That surely shut Kiki up; a shy tint of blush was accountable on Yoseob’s cream-colored cheeks. Their pupils crossed once, and afterwards, the both of adopted a cherry hue. But Kikwang was the one to shift the subject onto the distant, mysterious, and smiling Dongwoonie.
“You didn’t want anything?” he questioned to the boy.
Dongwoon put down his phone, “I’m gonna get something later.”
“Oh. When your boyfriend gets here?” Hyunseung inquired. A giggle escaped him.
“Yeah.”
“When is your man getting here~?” pushed Seobie.
Dongwoon smiled behind the face of his phone, “He’ll be here in a minute. He told me he just left the school a few minutes ago.”
“And his name again?” asked Yoseob with a mouthful of frozen vanilla, but even so, he was still attractive, and cute.
“Junsu,” Kikwang replied before Dongwoon’s brain could even process the syllables. If anyone was more excited about Dongwoon finding another love, it was Kiki. He rejoiced. Anyone other than Doojoon would’ve sufficed.
“I’m so ready to meet him. Really, you don’t have a clue, Woon. It took you long enough to set up something, but I know he’s busy. And I’m so fucking glad you got rid of that deadweight, something you should’ve done long ago might I add,” Kiki said, lovingly and lightly scolding him in that final statement.
Dongwoon tucked his phone away, “I knooow, but I went out with a bang, at least.”
Dongwoon wasn’t lying. After the agonizing realization and acceptance that Doojoon would not be his first and only love-and truthfully, Dongwoon wasn’t Doojoon’s only love at the time-Dongwoon snapped in the calmest way possible. He memorized Doojoon’s new work schedule from the time he was living with him. So, when the working man wasn’t home, Dongwoon went into Doojoon’s closet and cut up all of his nice blouses real fine-like and strew the strips about the floor in a heap of assorted threads. It was a good-sized pile. Furthermore, he-armed with his copy of Doojoon’s key-created his own designs on his ex-lover’s car. Then he left him a minute-long message on his cell in which he probably used the word “fuck” as well as its complementary verb at least twenty-eight times. And clearly, that was the end of that relationship. Dongwoon called up Seobie, Kiki and Seung, and all four went clubbing to celebrate the brazen act committed by the youngest, sensuously body-rolling with handsome strangers all night.
“That was a bad-ass move,” complimented an impressed Hyunseung.
Kikwang scraped his red spoon around his cup. “It brought tears to my eyes. Woonie cut up all his shit then keyed his car. I was so fucking happy. I think I laughed for three straight minutes when he told me.”
Dongwoon’s lips could not contain the grins.
“You know he’s been calling me nonstop?” Dongwoon informed.
“Who!? Doojoon?” Hyunseung asked with a jump.
“Yeah.”
Seobie’s eyebrows furrowed, “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“Doesn’t surprise me any,” Kiki spooned some chocolate onto his tongue, immediately swallowing, “He had a good boy. His dumbass is just figuring it out.”
“That’s too bad. It’s been three months, and I’ve moved on to better things,” said the younger, wearing a pretty and big smile.
Ah. And Dongwoon’s date finally arrived on the scene. He took the bus, apparently, and he came walking up to the store, instantly finding his lover amongst his friends. Dongwoon smiles were watered and they grew~ He stood to his feet, the sitting three ogling this handsome, lean man.
“Hey!” Junsu greeted. He was welcomed with a warm hug from Woonie, a peck that could be missed in the blink of an eye, “Heeey…”
They both sat down at the same time. Junsu scraped his chair about the concrete to get nearer to Dongwoon.
Kiki immediately stuck out his hand, “Lee Kikwang.”
Junsu shook the hand warmly, “Kim Junsu. Glad to finally meet you!”
They all took their turns shaking the man’s hand and stating their names.
“You work at the school?” asked Yoseob.
“At the elementary school about ten kilometers from here. I’m a music teacher.”
“Aw, that’s cute,” the others murmured on top of each other.
“Yeah… it’s the same school where I met Woon. I’m sure he’s told you already, but I’ve known him all through elementary and middle school. In high school, we kind of lost touch, but then we stumbled across one another at a general store. I spontaneously asked him out,” Junsu carried his eyes over to his lover, “I’m not lettin’ him get away again.”
Woon chortled… “You forgot to tell them you used to pick on me.”
“Oh yeah. I teased him a lot, but it was playful teasing.”
Kikwang sighed heavenly, “That is so cute… Woonie why didn’t you choose him before!?!”
While the trio chattered together, Dongwoon and Junsu retreated into their own couple bubble. They went inside and ordered a compromised, tall strawberry and chocolate milkshake. At the table, they slurped on their milkshake together, puckering their lips around their red straws. Seemingly, every time they did so, their noses would touch. Junsu laughed every time it happened.
“You and your big nose are getting in my way,” he muttered privately to Dongwoon.
“Yahhn… My nose is not big!” Woon hissed; cheeks splashed with a warm pink as he hid his nose away. Back in school, his nose was a frequent target of Junsu’s many jokes. It was all in good taste, though. He just liked seeing Dongwoonie adorably flustered.
“I’m teasiiing…” Junsu smiled affectionately, bringing Woonie’s hand down, “I love your nose. I’ve always loved your nose…” He went on to say that he loved everything about him, pecking Dongwoon’s cheek quietly. The latter was going to lowly chuckle himself silly… His hyungs looked on with excitement for their littlest one. Happiness was sprinkling itself all about him.
A car hastily parallel parked on the curb, but no one within the party thought anything of it, till Dongwoon saw who came out of it. “…What the fuck?” he whispered.
Junsu was confused, too. Everyone was confused. The hyungs followed Dongwoon’s eyes, and it was then that they each knew exactly why those three words were said.
Doojoon scrambled out of the blatantly scratched car. He knew where he was going. The man was stomping to the table, entirely unannounced, entirely unreadable.
“Wh… Why’s he…?” Kiki started, utterly taken. Yoseob couldn’t speak. Hyunseung slowly lowered his spoon of readied yogurt just centimeters from his lips.
“Doojoon what’re you doing here?” asked Dongwoon, in a loud enough scream so that it would reach his ears while he approached. Junsu looked to Dongwoon, then up to the man brusquely towered above him, “You know him, W-?”
Doojoon punched the shit out of Junsu. And he kept slugging the shit out of Junsu on the concrete ground that the latter cascaded onto. His balled fist plunged into Junsu’s rib cage again and again with formidable strength.
Dongwoon sprouted out of his chair and covered his mouth, “DOOJOON!”
A growling Kikwang attempted to get in between them and be of help to Junsu, but Yoseob restrained him.
“Kiki no!!”
“Seobie goddammit let me go!!”
Hyunseung ended up having to help Yoseob keep Kiki sedated. A hysterical Dongwoon flocked to his boyfriend’s aid-or tried-pulling ineffectively on Doojoon’s black tee, screaming. Doojoon wouldn’t budge. The punches rolled one after the other, each one fueled by more fresh, ardent hatred. He didn’t grunt. He said nothing. His hands did the talking.
“Doojoon get the fuck off him!! What the fuck’s wrong with you!!? Stoppit! Stop!!”
Thankfully, others assisted Dongwoon in tearing him off. The owner of the shop walked in on all the commotion. He threatened to call authorities on Doojoon if Doojoon didn’t leave in the next two minutes. Apparently, Doojoon didn’t want that, but he did not stop punching until three men restrained him, pulling him back and off Dongwoon’s partner. They did not do so wholly, because Doojoon’s sharp eyes were scalping the individual laid out on the ground. While Doojoon only sported a swollen, bloody bottom lip, Junsu’s skin was broken close to his hairline. Blood seeped abundantly through its thin, open layers. His eyes were open, but rolling around, not focused on any single thing. Dongwoon fell to the ground next to Junsu, scared to even touch him.
“Oh god wh… Doojoon. Doojoon what the fuck!? Why?!?” he sobbed, continuing to repeat that last inquiry as he ascended from the ground to step up to his ex-lover.
Doojoon jerked himself away from the men, glaring back at them threateningly. He calmly, silently encroached upon Dongwoon.
Kikwang tensed in Yoseob’s arms all over again, “You’d better not put your fucking hands on him, Doojoon, or I swear to god the both of us will be in jail tonight.”
Doojoon stopped and slowly turned his head so that he could ge t a good look at the feisty brunette. And without breaking their eye contact, Doojoon clutched the back of Dongwoon’s neck harshly, but his lips tenderly swamped over Dongwoon’s in an iron kiss wet with his blood. Dongwoon couldn’t move. Their eyes clashed. A wiiide, strong grin made Doojoon’s lips stretch broadly, and then, he muttered endearingly to his former lover, “Bitch.”
And he rose, and walked, and he drove away in his keyed-up car. Kikwang was yelling at the car as it skid off, “YEAH DOOJOON. HOW BRAVE. HOW FUCKING BRAVE OF YOU.” Yoseob was trying to calm him down. Hyunseung kneeled beside a dazed Junsu.
Dongwoon stood in his shoes, a confused man with lips painted red.
Related Fic(s): Friends Forever, yeah. [Doojoon/Dongwoon] (PG)
Princess, the Killer's Not My Enemy [Doojoon/Dongwoon] (PG-13+)
Sequel: Cherries Are for the Bourgeoisie [Doojoon/Dongwoon] (PG-13+)
**It’s 2pm's Kim Junsu, not JYJ's Kim Junsu, or any other Kim Junsu @-@ But whichever Junsu you prefer, by all means. Um, I would like to think these three drabbles are related, if you can even call them that. The last two certainly are. u-u Yeah. Sorry about the cursing throughout if that bothers anyone.
These really don't make any sense, probably. Inspired by little chapters of my life. Last thing I'll be writing for a strong while, so I leave you with this utter mess~ Thanks for reading. <3