f: yoochun likes cleaning
→ Yoochun likes cleaning | R | yunho/yoochun + junsu/jaejoong!hint
→ chaptered (2/3)
→ Yoochun fell too fast. It didn't occur to him that the man who captured his heart, was a slob.
C H A P T E R - T W O
It was only a few months later when Yoochun barged into Jaejoong’s apartment, looking vindictive in his grey sweater, blue-faded jeans and yellow flops.
“I can’t take it anymore!” He lamented, digging his toes into the creases of the sofa, “All the scattered clothes, the filled trash bin, the dust bunnies, the bottle caps, and the musk! God, don’t get me started on that.” As a person with a mild anxiety-disorder, the thought of living in a pig-sty, a.k.a. his boyfriend’s apartment, was worse than any kind of nightmare. The first few blissful days of their relationship somehow blindsided him from Yunho’s incapability of cleaning after himself. For the past few months that they had been together, Yoochun did nothing but clean after him. Every day was a mission to keep the entire place sanitized only to be contaminated the next day.
“I think his musk is manly.” Jaejoong placed a bowl of spicy rice cake on the table, knowing that a serving of it would suffice enough to calm him down.
“… true.” Yoochun agreed, “It heightens when he’s all worked-up and sweaty and-” noticing that he was getting sidetracked; he quickly shook his head and buried his feet underneath the cushions. He always loved Jaejoong’s couch. It was the second most comfortable furniture next to his immaculate queen sized bed. “Should I sign him up for rehab?”
“Have you tried talking to him about it?”
“I don’t want to do that.”
“Why not?”
“What if he gets upset and breaks it off with me? What’s going to be left of me, huh?”
This was one of the few things Jaejoong hated about Yoochun; when he loves, he really loves with all his heart. As much as it killed him to live in a very dirty environment that Yunho managed to maintain, Yoochun would never leave him. Even if he dies from the accumulated dust and bacteria that infested every corner of the place.
Yoochun was just exaggerating when he described Yunho’s place. The last few times Jae had been there, all he could see was a normal apartment of a couple of College roomies. Changmin, Yunho’s roommate just happened to be a lot neater than Yunho, but he’s really no better than a guy who likes to dish Chinese takeout boxes all over the sink.
Fortunately, Yoochun met Junsu and became roommates with him. He was not exactly as sterile as Yoochun, but he can tolerate his compelling sense of keeping everything spotlessly clean. Junsu even thought he was fortunate to find someone who can actually clean. It saved him from paying for house-cleaning. It sounded mean but it was factual nonetheless.
“I’ll talk to him.”
“No.”
“I will.”
“Don’t you dare,”
“Picking up the phone now.”
“Kim Jaejoong!”
“Dialing.”
Yoochun sprung out of the couch and tried to grab the phone out of Jaejoong’s hand, which miserably failed. He stumbled and ended up hitting his head against the wall.
“Ah, Yunho-yah~”
“Give me that!” Yoochun successfully grabbed the phone and threw it on the couch, “And stop calling him that way!”
“Like what?”
“You sound too breathy and you have this tone…”
“What tone?”
“This, Yunho-yah~!” Yoochun made a pathetic attempt of copying a sound with a wave of his forefinger, which obviously, had Jaejoong laughing. “I hate you!”
Pulling his best friend closer, Jaejoong made him sit on the couch next to him and started playing with his hair to calm him down. “I still stand by my suggestion of talking to him. Maybe he’ll listen and try to change for you.”
“It’s not like I didn’t try,” Yoochun admitted with a defeated scowl. He had about a dozen of conversation with Yunho, which all ended up with him pressed against any flat surface, ravished till the subject at hand vanishes in his head. “I think he’s doing it on purpose.” A dust of rosiness burned his face at the memory of being pushed against the counter top with Yunho between his legs, hands up his shirt, tweaking his nipples.
“You don’t look like you’re thoroughly upset though.” Jaejoong quipped lightly.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Yoochun turned towards him, his watery gaze onto the pair of concerned dark-brown eyes. “I thought he was perfect.” Yunho was near perfection if it weren’t for his untidiness.
Jaejoong scoffed at this, “You’re not perfect either, you clean freak. When are you going to outgrow this ‘knight-in-shining-armour’ kind of guy? He doesn’t exist! And if he does, he might be a serial-killer too.” Hitting close to the undeniable but painful truth, Yoochun didn’t say anything and just stared at the coffee table contemplatively, “Talk to him again, and try not to turn putty when he kisses you. Push him away, stand your ground and be fierce! If he really likes you, then he’ll definitely try to change for you.” The blond assured with a sharp toothed grin.
With big dark brown eyes, Yoochun turned to the other man with a trembling lip, “But I love his kisses.”
“Don’t make me hit you!”
~*~
Friday nights were usually spent watching movies on TV, with them cuddled up together on the couch and their feet propped on the table. Yoochun sighed as he took in the sight of the partially cleaned-up living room, taking pride as he managed to make it look liveable for human beings. He liked Yunho, very much so. But he can’t live with this kind of life, cleaning after him all the time and risking his health since an asthmatic person shouldn’t be anywhere near allergens. Yunho's apartment was like a landmine that can trigger any existing allergy in Yoochun's body just by simply moving around.
With trepidation, Yoochun approached hesitantly. “Yunho, we need to talk.”
Stormy brown eyes narrowed in accusation, “Are you going to break-up with me?”
Yoochun blinked innocently, “Wha-no! I just wanted to talk about… well,” Yunho looked at him expectantly but obviously relieved that they weren’t on the subject of separating. “It’s about you.”
“Me?” Yunho questioned with a frown.
Yoochun gulped, suddenly feeling less confident now that he had all of Yunho’s attention. The movie on the TV was now left unnoticed by the pair. “You are a slob, Yunho.” He guessed that was not the best adjective to use since Yunho looked practically insulted. In Yoochun’s head, he imagined a different stream of words coming out of his mouth than what he actually spoke.
“Excuse me?”
Guilty about hurting his feelings, Yoochun backtracked, “I’m sorry! But… but really I’m not!” he atrociously fumbled with words, “I can’t live in this… this mess! You have to learn how to put away and organize things properly. Your clothes are everywhere, as in literally you hang it on any space available… your boxer is on the TV, for goodness sakes.” Both of his trembling hands covered his face.
Yunho’s mind scrambled for an appropriate answer. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t want to upset you this much.” He grabbed both of his lover’s wrists and pushed them apart, revealing the adorable pouting expression of Yoochun’s beneath. “I’ve always been like this and… I don’t know. It’s really hard to change in an instant.” Technically, it was true. He tried numerous times before, but he always end up doing the same habit over and over again.
Yoochun gave a momentary frown, looking at the taller man in a calculating manner. “Can’t you at least try to change? For me?”
Heaving a sigh, Yunho nodded and leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose, “Of course.” Because he really couldn’t afford to lose Yoochun just because he couldn’t put away his stuff properly. That would definitely top the list of the reasons of every broken relationship that he had.
Yoochun seemed mildly surprised, “Do you really mean that?”
Yunho grinned, “You’re special.”’ I’d do anything for you’, were the words left unsaid but it appeared as if Yoochun somehow understood them in a way. It didn’t take long before Yunho pressed him on the couch, running his hands down the sinewy waist, the jutting hipbones and the soft milky thighs, spreading them apart. Yoochun couldn’t remember how he got rid of his pants.
“Wait,” Yoochun groaned when he felt the feather light kisses flittered across his belly, almost close to the V of his groin. “Not here, Changmin will kill us.” His eyes nervously strayed at the door, wondering if they managed to lock it.
“Relax,” the taller of the two returned without worry, “Changmin’s staying over his girlfriend’s place.” He then chose the moment to take the hardened cock into his mouth. Yoochun scrunched his eyes shut and bit his lower lip harshly.
Fingers digging into Yunho’s shoulders, Yoochun resisted the urge to buck upwards into the wet heat that surrounded him. God, he was falling apart.
With a firm grip, Yunho pressed slim hips down, keeping his keening lover in place while he sucked him off. With the pleasure building several times, Yoochun gasped, “Close! Faster… nng, please.” His arms thrashed about, unsure whether he should grip the arm of the sofa or onto Yunho’s powerful shoulders.
Yunho grinned and took the leaking cock into his mouth entirely, sucking in an attempt of shallow swallow. Hips bucking uncontrollably, Yoochun arched against the sofa and released his seed in the taller man’s mouth. His muscles tensed up until it was finished.
“Lube’s in the bedroom,” Yunho said, grinning as he circled Yoochun’s waist with his arms and lifted him up like a sack of potatoes.
Yoochun yelped when his world was suddenly turned upside down and was met with the wonderful image of muscles playing underneath the skin of his lover’s derriere. His curly hair fell and shrouded over his face, masking the idiotic grin on his face. “You’re so barbaric!” he slapped one cheek and got the same treatment in return. He could feel Yunho’s hand imprinting a mark of red on his own butt cheek.
“You love it,” Yunho replied, laughing.
~*~
The next day, Jaejoong glared at the noticeable bounce on Yoochun’s steps as he entered the apartment’s threshold.
“Hey,” Yoochun greeted, trudging across the open space between the living room and the kitchen.
“Hi,” Junsu returned, tearing his gaze from Jaejoong and his sinful pair of ripped jeans. As he took in Yoochun’s ambling trudge he chuckled, recognizing right away the satisfied after-sex glow on him, “You’ve been a naughty boy,” he said smoothly.
“Maybe,” Yoochun admitted with a sigh. Glancing behind him, he frowned, “Jae, why are you staring at me like that?”
“You turned putty! What did I say about turning putty?”
Yoochun gave a momentary frown, staring towards his best friend in exasperation, “For your in information, princess, I did talk to him about it and he promised he’ll change.” He declared proudly, “And then I turned putty.”
Lacking the ability to stay mad at the other man, a soft smile finally grazed Jaejoong’s lips. With an approving nod, the blond answered, “That’s great then. Problem solved, I hope?”
“Definitely!”
Junsu had a sinking feeling Yoochun would eat his words, but he didn’t voice it out and sipped his soda quietly.
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→ chaptered (2/3)
→ Yoochun fell too fast. It didn't occur to him that the man who captured his heart, was a slob.
C H A P T E R - T W O
It was only a few months later when Yoochun barged into Jaejoong’s apartment, looking vindictive in his grey sweater, blue-faded jeans and yellow flops.
“I can’t take it anymore!” He lamented, digging his toes into the creases of the sofa, “All the scattered clothes, the filled trash bin, the dust bunnies, the bottle caps, and the musk! God, don’t get me started on that.” As a person with a mild anxiety-disorder, the thought of living in a pig-sty, a.k.a. his boyfriend’s apartment, was worse than any kind of nightmare. The first few blissful days of their relationship somehow blindsided him from Yunho’s incapability of cleaning after himself. For the past few months that they had been together, Yoochun did nothing but clean after him. Every day was a mission to keep the entire place sanitized only to be contaminated the next day.
“I think his musk is manly.” Jaejoong placed a bowl of spicy rice cake on the table, knowing that a serving of it would suffice enough to calm him down.
“… true.” Yoochun agreed, “It heightens when he’s all worked-up and sweaty and-” noticing that he was getting sidetracked; he quickly shook his head and buried his feet underneath the cushions. He always loved Jaejoong’s couch. It was the second most comfortable furniture next to his immaculate queen sized bed. “Should I sign him up for rehab?”
“Have you tried talking to him about it?”
“I don’t want to do that.”
“Why not?”
“What if he gets upset and breaks it off with me? What’s going to be left of me, huh?”
This was one of the few things Jaejoong hated about Yoochun; when he loves, he really loves with all his heart. As much as it killed him to live in a very dirty environment that Yunho managed to maintain, Yoochun would never leave him. Even if he dies from the accumulated dust and bacteria that infested every corner of the place.
Yoochun was just exaggerating when he described Yunho’s place. The last few times Jae had been there, all he could see was a normal apartment of a couple of College roomies. Changmin, Yunho’s roommate just happened to be a lot neater than Yunho, but he’s really no better than a guy who likes to dish Chinese takeout boxes all over the sink.
Fortunately, Yoochun met Junsu and became roommates with him. He was not exactly as sterile as Yoochun, but he can tolerate his compelling sense of keeping everything spotlessly clean. Junsu even thought he was fortunate to find someone who can actually clean. It saved him from paying for house-cleaning. It sounded mean but it was factual nonetheless.
“I’ll talk to him.”
“No.”
“I will.”
“Don’t you dare,”
“Picking up the phone now.”
“Kim Jaejoong!”
“Dialing.”
Yoochun sprung out of the couch and tried to grab the phone out of Jaejoong’s hand, which miserably failed. He stumbled and ended up hitting his head against the wall.
“Ah, Yunho-yah~”
“Give me that!” Yoochun successfully grabbed the phone and threw it on the couch, “And stop calling him that way!”
“Like what?”
“You sound too breathy and you have this tone…”
“What tone?”
“This, Yunho-yah~!” Yoochun made a pathetic attempt of copying a sound with a wave of his forefinger, which obviously, had Jaejoong laughing. “I hate you!”
Pulling his best friend closer, Jaejoong made him sit on the couch next to him and started playing with his hair to calm him down. “I still stand by my suggestion of talking to him. Maybe he’ll listen and try to change for you.”
“It’s not like I didn’t try,” Yoochun admitted with a defeated scowl. He had about a dozen of conversation with Yunho, which all ended up with him pressed against any flat surface, ravished till the subject at hand vanishes in his head. “I think he’s doing it on purpose.” A dust of rosiness burned his face at the memory of being pushed against the counter top with Yunho between his legs, hands up his shirt, tweaking his nipples.
“You don’t look like you’re thoroughly upset though.” Jaejoong quipped lightly.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Yoochun turned towards him, his watery gaze onto the pair of concerned dark-brown eyes. “I thought he was perfect.” Yunho was near perfection if it weren’t for his untidiness.
Jaejoong scoffed at this, “You’re not perfect either, you clean freak. When are you going to outgrow this ‘knight-in-shining-armour’ kind of guy? He doesn’t exist! And if he does, he might be a serial-killer too.” Hitting close to the undeniable but painful truth, Yoochun didn’t say anything and just stared at the coffee table contemplatively, “Talk to him again, and try not to turn putty when he kisses you. Push him away, stand your ground and be fierce! If he really likes you, then he’ll definitely try to change for you.” The blond assured with a sharp toothed grin.
With big dark brown eyes, Yoochun turned to the other man with a trembling lip, “But I love his kisses.”
“Don’t make me hit you!”
~*~
Friday nights were usually spent watching movies on TV, with them cuddled up together on the couch and their feet propped on the table. Yoochun sighed as he took in the sight of the partially cleaned-up living room, taking pride as he managed to make it look liveable for human beings. He liked Yunho, very much so. But he can’t live with this kind of life, cleaning after him all the time and risking his health since an asthmatic person shouldn’t be anywhere near allergens. Yunho's apartment was like a landmine that can trigger any existing allergy in Yoochun's body just by simply moving around.
With trepidation, Yoochun approached hesitantly. “Yunho, we need to talk.”
Stormy brown eyes narrowed in accusation, “Are you going to break-up with me?”
Yoochun blinked innocently, “Wha-no! I just wanted to talk about… well,” Yunho looked at him expectantly but obviously relieved that they weren’t on the subject of separating. “It’s about you.”
“Me?” Yunho questioned with a frown.
Yoochun gulped, suddenly feeling less confident now that he had all of Yunho’s attention. The movie on the TV was now left unnoticed by the pair. “You are a slob, Yunho.” He guessed that was not the best adjective to use since Yunho looked practically insulted. In Yoochun’s head, he imagined a different stream of words coming out of his mouth than what he actually spoke.
“Excuse me?”
Guilty about hurting his feelings, Yoochun backtracked, “I’m sorry! But… but really I’m not!” he atrociously fumbled with words, “I can’t live in this… this mess! You have to learn how to put away and organize things properly. Your clothes are everywhere, as in literally you hang it on any space available… your boxer is on the TV, for goodness sakes.” Both of his trembling hands covered his face.
Yunho’s mind scrambled for an appropriate answer. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t want to upset you this much.” He grabbed both of his lover’s wrists and pushed them apart, revealing the adorable pouting expression of Yoochun’s beneath. “I’ve always been like this and… I don’t know. It’s really hard to change in an instant.” Technically, it was true. He tried numerous times before, but he always end up doing the same habit over and over again.
Yoochun gave a momentary frown, looking at the taller man in a calculating manner. “Can’t you at least try to change? For me?”
Heaving a sigh, Yunho nodded and leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose, “Of course.” Because he really couldn’t afford to lose Yoochun just because he couldn’t put away his stuff properly. That would definitely top the list of the reasons of every broken relationship that he had.
Yoochun seemed mildly surprised, “Do you really mean that?”
Yunho grinned, “You’re special.”’ I’d do anything for you’, were the words left unsaid but it appeared as if Yoochun somehow understood them in a way. It didn’t take long before Yunho pressed him on the couch, running his hands down the sinewy waist, the jutting hipbones and the soft milky thighs, spreading them apart. Yoochun couldn’t remember how he got rid of his pants.
“Wait,” Yoochun groaned when he felt the feather light kisses flittered across his belly, almost close to the V of his groin. “Not here, Changmin will kill us.” His eyes nervously strayed at the door, wondering if they managed to lock it.
“Relax,” the taller of the two returned without worry, “Changmin’s staying over his girlfriend’s place.” He then chose the moment to take the hardened cock into his mouth. Yoochun scrunched his eyes shut and bit his lower lip harshly.
Fingers digging into Yunho’s shoulders, Yoochun resisted the urge to buck upwards into the wet heat that surrounded him. God, he was falling apart.
With a firm grip, Yunho pressed slim hips down, keeping his keening lover in place while he sucked him off. With the pleasure building several times, Yoochun gasped, “Close! Faster… nng, please.” His arms thrashed about, unsure whether he should grip the arm of the sofa or onto Yunho’s powerful shoulders.
Yunho grinned and took the leaking cock into his mouth entirely, sucking in an attempt of shallow swallow. Hips bucking uncontrollably, Yoochun arched against the sofa and released his seed in the taller man’s mouth. His muscles tensed up until it was finished.
“Lube’s in the bedroom,” Yunho said, grinning as he circled Yoochun’s waist with his arms and lifted him up like a sack of potatoes.
Yoochun yelped when his world was suddenly turned upside down and was met with the wonderful image of muscles playing underneath the skin of his lover’s derriere. His curly hair fell and shrouded over his face, masking the idiotic grin on his face. “You’re so barbaric!” he slapped one cheek and got the same treatment in return. He could feel Yunho’s hand imprinting a mark of red on his own butt cheek.
“You love it,” Yunho replied, laughing.
~*~
The next day, Jaejoong glared at the noticeable bounce on Yoochun’s steps as he entered the apartment’s threshold.
“Hey,” Yoochun greeted, trudging across the open space between the living room and the kitchen.
“Hi,” Junsu returned, tearing his gaze from Jaejoong and his sinful pair of ripped jeans. As he took in Yoochun’s ambling trudge he chuckled, recognizing right away the satisfied after-sex glow on him, “You’ve been a naughty boy,” he said smoothly.
“Maybe,” Yoochun admitted with a sigh. Glancing behind him, he frowned, “Jae, why are you staring at me like that?”
“You turned putty! What did I say about turning putty?”
Yoochun gave a momentary frown, staring towards his best friend in exasperation, “For your in information, princess, I did talk to him about it and he promised he’ll change.” He declared proudly, “And then I turned putty.”
Lacking the ability to stay mad at the other man, a soft smile finally grazed Jaejoong’s lips. With an approving nod, the blond answered, “That’s great then. Problem solved, I hope?”
“Definitely!”
Junsu had a sinking feeling Yoochun would eat his words, but he didn’t voice it out and sipped his soda quietly.
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