[Halloween Contest] A Happy Halloween
Title: A Happy Halloween
Pairing: Yoosu, Yunjae
Raiting: G
Genre: Romance
Summary: Yoochun's costume is extremely pointless this Halloween
“What are you supposed to be?”
“Who.”
“You.”
“No, I was correcting you. Your question should be ‘Who are you supposed to be?’”
Junsu scans Yoochun’s figure, from head to toe. His usual bowl cut was gone and replaced by a spiky, short cut. He definitely looks uncomfortable in the perfectly ironed dress-shirt and black vest. He was even wearing dress pants and loafers with socks (yes, with socks); so different from his signature styles.
And he most likely has some padding in his shoes because he looks slightly taller than usual.
“Oh,” Junsu murmurs. He stops staring at the socks peeping out from under the dress pants (caused by Yoochun’s fidgety tugs on them) and raises his head back up to meet Yoochun’s eyes, “Who are you supposed to be?”
“Your mom.”
Changmin’s hand connects with the back of Yoochun’s head.
“Ya!”
“That wasn’t in the script!” the youngest of the three exclaims.
Yoochun glares at Changmin. Junsu blinks in confusion, rather than picking up the chance to insult Yoochun like he has always done ever since they first met in elementary school.
But then, Junsu hasn’t exactly been Junsu in the past week so that was probably why Yoochun was in this Halloween ‘costume’. He wasn’t used to Junsu not bickering with him five times a day and it has pushed him towards drastic actions.
“Aish! My job is done here. You finish. I still need to go pick up my own costume for tonight’s party!”
“Wait! Changmin...”
Junsu watches his younger brother escape through the door, leaving him alone with Yoochun and an eerie silence (a silence that would normally be drowned out by their bickering voices).
“If you’re not going to say anything then I’m going back to my room and pathetically search for a favorite Micky Mouse shirt that has been missing since yesterday. Lock up when you leave.”
“Wait!” Yoochun stops Junsu from walking away, without making any physical contact.
“What?” Junsu leers at him.
“Um...” Yoochun thinks hard. “You’re ugly.”
Junsu sighs, “Sorry, I’ll have a paper bag over my head the next time I leave my house.”
Yoochun bursts, “Dammit! What’s wrong with you?”
Junsu frowns, “I don’t know! I can’t help it if I look like this! Go ask my Mom why...!”
“No! Why are you being such a wimp? Why aren’t you getting angry and fighting with me like you’ve been doing since...since...forever!”
Junsu sighs again, “I’m not going to fight with you anymore.”
A sudden, quiet gasp comes from Yoochun’s chest and he quickly covers his mouth. Beneath his hands, he mumbles, “That’s one way to scare me on Halloween Day.”
Junsu sighs for the 55th time this week (if Yoochun counted correctly). “Look, Yoochun, I...”
“It’s Yunho, isn’t it?” Yoochun accuses. Junsu blinks. “You’ve been upset all week because he called you and told you that he’ll still be in Japan for Halloween and won’t be able to make it back for you guys’ one year anniversary today...”
“Um...”
Yoochun wasn’t finished rambling, “...and I decided to dress up as him for Halloween and...”
“What?”
Yoochun saw the look in Junsu’s widened eyes and felt a lump in his throat. He squeaks, “What?”
“What did you just say?” Junsu demands.
“Nothing.”
“You said that you decided to dress up as Yunho...to make me feel better.”
“I didn’t say that!” Yoochun protests.
“Fine, but you did say, ‘I decided to dress up like him for Halloween.’”
“Changmin made me do it!” Yoochun lies, his pout looking awfully like the same pout he was wearing the first time they had met in elementary school. Junsu, being clumsy, had tripped and fell butt-first onto the sand castle that Yoochun had spent the whole recess building.
“Really?” Junsu questions.
“Yeah, he said I’ve been mean to you so I should do something nice to make up for it.”
“But you’ve been mean to me since...forever,” Junsu reminds Yoochun of his earlier words.
“That’s why I’m making up for it now. Karma,” Yoochun tries to reason.
“Because Changmin made you?”
“And Jaejoong,” the older Korean adds.
“Really?” Junsu raises a suspicious eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“Really, really?” Junsu’s tone changes a little.
“Yes,” Yoochun maintains a monotone.
Part 2
Pairing: Yoosu, Yunjae
Raiting: G
Genre: Romance
Summary: Yoochun's costume is extremely pointless this Halloween
“What are you supposed to be?”
“Who.”
“You.”
“No, I was correcting you. Your question should be ‘Who are you supposed to be?’”
Junsu scans Yoochun’s figure, from head to toe. His usual bowl cut was gone and replaced by a spiky, short cut. He definitely looks uncomfortable in the perfectly ironed dress-shirt and black vest. He was even wearing dress pants and loafers with socks (yes, with socks); so different from his signature styles.
And he most likely has some padding in his shoes because he looks slightly taller than usual.
“Oh,” Junsu murmurs. He stops staring at the socks peeping out from under the dress pants (caused by Yoochun’s fidgety tugs on them) and raises his head back up to meet Yoochun’s eyes, “Who are you supposed to be?”
“Your mom.”
Changmin’s hand connects with the back of Yoochun’s head.
“Ya!”
“That wasn’t in the script!” the youngest of the three exclaims.
Yoochun glares at Changmin. Junsu blinks in confusion, rather than picking up the chance to insult Yoochun like he has always done ever since they first met in elementary school.
But then, Junsu hasn’t exactly been Junsu in the past week so that was probably why Yoochun was in this Halloween ‘costume’. He wasn’t used to Junsu not bickering with him five times a day and it has pushed him towards drastic actions.
“Aish! My job is done here. You finish. I still need to go pick up my own costume for tonight’s party!”
“Wait! Changmin...”
Junsu watches his younger brother escape through the door, leaving him alone with Yoochun and an eerie silence (a silence that would normally be drowned out by their bickering voices).
“If you’re not going to say anything then I’m going back to my room and pathetically search for a favorite Micky Mouse shirt that has been missing since yesterday. Lock up when you leave.”
“Wait!” Yoochun stops Junsu from walking away, without making any physical contact.
“What?” Junsu leers at him.
“Um...” Yoochun thinks hard. “You’re ugly.”
Junsu sighs, “Sorry, I’ll have a paper bag over my head the next time I leave my house.”
Yoochun bursts, “Dammit! What’s wrong with you?”
Junsu frowns, “I don’t know! I can’t help it if I look like this! Go ask my Mom why...!”
“No! Why are you being such a wimp? Why aren’t you getting angry and fighting with me like you’ve been doing since...since...forever!”
Junsu sighs again, “I’m not going to fight with you anymore.”
A sudden, quiet gasp comes from Yoochun’s chest and he quickly covers his mouth. Beneath his hands, he mumbles, “That’s one way to scare me on Halloween Day.”
Junsu sighs for the 55th time this week (if Yoochun counted correctly). “Look, Yoochun, I...”
“It’s Yunho, isn’t it?” Yoochun accuses. Junsu blinks. “You’ve been upset all week because he called you and told you that he’ll still be in Japan for Halloween and won’t be able to make it back for you guys’ one year anniversary today...”
“Um...”
Yoochun wasn’t finished rambling, “...and I decided to dress up as him for Halloween and...”
“What?”
Yoochun saw the look in Junsu’s widened eyes and felt a lump in his throat. He squeaks, “What?”
“What did you just say?” Junsu demands.
“Nothing.”
“You said that you decided to dress up as Yunho...to make me feel better.”
“I didn’t say that!” Yoochun protests.
“Fine, but you did say, ‘I decided to dress up like him for Halloween.’”
“Changmin made me do it!” Yoochun lies, his pout looking awfully like the same pout he was wearing the first time they had met in elementary school. Junsu, being clumsy, had tripped and fell butt-first onto the sand castle that Yoochun had spent the whole recess building.
“Really?” Junsu questions.
“Yeah, he said I’ve been mean to you so I should do something nice to make up for it.”
“But you’ve been mean to me since...forever,” Junsu reminds Yoochun of his earlier words.
“That’s why I’m making up for it now. Karma,” Yoochun tries to reason.
“Because Changmin made you?”
“And Jaejoong,” the older Korean adds.
“Really?” Junsu raises a suspicious eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“Really, really?” Junsu’s tone changes a little.
“Yes,” Yoochun maintains a monotone.
Part 2