f: yoochun likes cleaning
→ Yoochun likes cleaning | PG13 | yunho/yoochun + junsu/jaejoong!hint
→ chaptered (3/3) COMPLETE
→ 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 H R E E
For the past few weeks, Yunho tried to keep everything neat around him and Yoochun was nothing but proud of him. A sigh of relief passed through his lips when he found the kitchen sink empty of dirty dishes and cold pieces of pizza. It wasn’t exactly pristine but at least the stuff littered around lessened noticeably.
“You!”
Startled, Yoochun looked up and found a very irate Changmin striding across the room. “Hi-”
“What did you do to him?” nose flaring, Changmin slowly cornered the poor unsuspecting man against the wall.
“I don’t understand-”
“You broke him!” Changmin exclaimed, arms flailing, “You broke my roommate!”
“Yunho?”
“No, Taepoong. Of course it’s Yunho.”
Eyes narrowing, Yoochun lifted his head up, trying to match Changmin’s apparent tallness. “What did I do?”
Grumbling, Changmin turned stalked the cabinets. He grabbed the bottle of Lysol and thrust it forward. “This! Yunho doesn’t go anywhere without spraying the damn thing. My clothes smell like crisp berry and it’s driving me insane.”
“What’s wrong with that? You should thank me he’s even looking after you.” Yoochun drawled, hiding his bothered feelings on the matter. He was not exactly a clean freak to that extent. He doesn’t carry a bottle of disinfectant around, spraying other people’s property... well maybe he did this one time but that was truly in a different situation!
“You don’t understand.” The taller boy shook his head, “You don’t know the extent of his obsession just to please you.”
Brows furrowed, Yoochun snapped, “I’ve changed him into a better person, Changmin. He used to be such a slob and now… well look at what he did to this place! It’s livable!”
“Are you serious?” Shaking his head, Changmin snapped, “This place smells like a hospital.”
Sulking, Yoochun crossed his arms, sitting resolutely on the kitchen bench, “I still don’t see what the problem is.”
Changmin walked closer, he stood near the chair and caged the shorter male in between his arms, bracing himself against the armrest. “My girlfriend thinks your boyfriend is hot. She said ‘a man who can clean is like finding a needle in a haystack’. Now, what are we gonna do about that, huh?”
“I suppose we-wait,” Yoochun snapped his head, eyes widening almost comically, “What did you say?”
“He and Sooyoung went out to discuss the wonders of robotic vacuum cleaners.”
It took Yoochun a moment to understand the fact that his boyfriend was out there somewhere with a woman. “But Yunho’s gay!” ‘and he’s mine!’ he pretty much screamed in his head.
“Bi. He dated a couple of girls before.” Changmin coughed, eyes shifty. “Didn’t he tell you?”
It didn’t take more than a minute before Yoochun put on his shoes and ran outside the apartment. A minute later, Changmin received a text message, asking where the fuck he was supposed to go.
The taller boy can only shake his head.
~*~
Truth be told, Yoochun did find Yunho and Sooyoung in one of the café’s a few blocks away. He could see Yunho laughing at whatever that bitch was saying and it was getting on his nerves. What’s so funny about vacuum cleaners anyway??
He was halfway across the café when Yunho finally noticed his presence.
"Yoochun? What are you doing here?”
Practically snarling as he strode closer, Yoochun bared his teeth in a nasty sneer. His eyes narrowed, dangerously set on the confused woman sitting on the other side of the table.
“We have to go,” Yoochun grabbed Yunho’s arm, forcing him to stand up.
“But we’re-”
“Yunho.” Yoochun practically growled and it effectively got Yunho on his feet.
“I’m so sorry,” he quickly apologized to Sooyoung, “Let’s talk about it some other time, yes?”
Nodding, Sooyoung smiled and waved them goodbye.
~*~
“That was rude,” Yunho scowled, his longer legs catching up easily towards his fuming boy friend, “Mind telling me what was that all about?” he sidled closer, wary but determined to find out what propelled Yoochun to make such a scene.
In a rush, Yoochun turned around swiftly. Yunho almost bumped into him but was able to rein his steps back. “Yunho…”
Reluctantly, Yunho pulled the man on the side of the street and whispered, “So, are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to wait until you’re good and horny?”
With a roll of his eyes, Yoochun scoffed. Trust Yunho to use sex as a mean of ending every argument. “I think you should go back to your old ways.”
Frowning, Yunho queried, trying to keep his voice level. “Old ways?”
“Yes,” Yoochun replied. “You’re not this kind of person, Yunnie. You’re not a clean freak like I am and-”
Yunho clenched his jaw, his nails digging into the palm of his hands. “So now you want me to go back being a slob?”
“That’s not what I mean.” Yoochun replied helplessly.
“Then what is it?” Yunho grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, “Make up your mind!”
“Calm down,” Yoochun hissed, feeling quite uncomfortable being yelled at in a very public place.
“You just robbed me off of my personality, and now you’re giving it back as simple as that?”
Yoochun broke away first and starting walking forward. “Let’s take this somewhere else.”
Staring after the smaller man, Yunho took a deep breath to calm himself. He followed Yoochun silently and spoke as soon as they stalked inside his apartment. Changmin was nowhere to be found, much to their relief.
“Put your shoes properly on the rack.” Yoochun reminded out of habit, to which Yunho sneered.
“Anything for you darling,” Yunho mocked, following his infuriated lover into the familiar living room.
“Dammit, Yunho.” Yoochun rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands, “Stop making it sound as if I forced you to do it!”
Scoffing, Yunho questioned with distain. “Isn’t that what you have been doing?” Referring to the ultimatum Yoochun suggested about changing himself for the better.
“I didn’t force you! I merely asked if you if can change!”
“And I did! So what’s wrong now? What did I do this time to upset you?”
Swallowing with difficulty, Yoochun’s face scrunched, his eyes visibly watering as he looked at Yunho with such pain. “You! You upset me!”
“Figures.” Yunho scoffed, hands balling at his sides.
Eyes narrowing, Yoochun questioned harshly, “What were you doing at the café with Changmin’s girlfriend?”
Yunho was struck at the sudden change of topic, “What?”
“Did she tell you how much of a turn on to have a guy who likes to clean a lot?”
Scowling, Yunho shook his head, “What are you talking about-”
“Are you going to buy robotic vacuum cleaners together, 'cos that sure sounds fantastic, now does it??” The statement sounded as if Yunho asked Sooyoung’s hand in marriage or something. It was exactly what Yoochun was thinking and it broke his heart. The very thought of Yunho marrying someone else had him bawling in a few seconds.
Yunho panicked and quickly scrambled forward, towering over the shorter man, “H-hey, baby, don’t cry.” His arms felt useless, hesitant to pull Yoochun closer to embrace him. He was afraid that if he did, Yoochun would push him away, or worse punch him with his bony fist. A punch from Yoochun would feel like a thousand knives piercing through his heart.
Chest rising and falling in quick succession, Yoochun spoke in between sobs, “I hate you!”
Cupping a delicate chin, Yunho ran his thumb over a pouted bottom lip, feeling its softness in contrast to his calloused digit. “No, you don’t.” when Yoochun didn’t pull away, he tugged him closer and kissed his sweaty forehead. He was so upset, it worked him out. “Now tell me what this is really about.”
Helpless, Yoochun sniffed and wrapped his arms around Yunho’s waist, melting into the attention he was getting. “Changmin said you and Sooyoung had been seeing each other a lot.”
Chuckling, Yunho shook his head, “I didn't know a couple of times count as a lot already?”
Clutching to the back of Yunho’s shirt, Yoochun shivered and compulsively leaned forward as every inch of his body was in contact with the taller man’s. “I thought you were cheating on me… and I thought it was my entire fault since I forced you to become like this.”
Kissing the pair of pouty lips and Yoochun’s reddened, wet cheeks, Yunho softly replied, “Nobody forced me to be like this, Chunsa. I wanted to be like this because of you.” He chuckled when Yoochun adorably nuzzled his cheek. He could never stay mad at this person… never.
“Then why are you and Sooyoung-”
“She was planning to surprise him on their first year anniversary and I’m helping her out. Changmin’s difficult to surprise and I’m the only she can talk to about it.”
“Oh,”
Nipping at slick lips, Yunho muttered against them, “So… she doesn’t like you, I mean romantically?”
“No,” Yunho shook his head.
Yoochun started crying again, but this time, out of relief. “I don’t want you to buy robotic vacuum cleaners with anyone but me, okay?”
Laughing at the silliness of the statement, Yunho swayed his petulant boyfriend back and forth. “Where did you get that idea, anyway?”
“Changmin.” Yoochun answered truthfully, “He said that you’ve become a clean freak like me and I should fix you back the way you were.”
“That kid probably used the opportunity to manipulate you.” When Yoochun only blinked his eyes innocently, Yunho could only sigh at his naivety, “Really, Chunnie, if Changmin was jealous he would’ve murdered me already.”
That truly made sense and Yoochun could only feel disappointed for being manipulated so easily. An evil thought of spraying Lysol all over Changmin’s clothes somehow relieved his heavy heart in a way.
“So… we’re okay?” Yunho asked carefully.
Nodding, Yoochun happily accepted when Yunho finally kissed him properly. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to clean everything if you’re not comfortable.”
“We’ll figure something out but for now,” The taller man’s gaze narrowed and blazed, sending a pleasant shiver down Yoochun’s spine. “I’m going to punish you for making me worry a while ago.”
Trembling with desire and need in an instant, Yoochun gazed back at him with equal fervor, “What do you have in mind?”
Leaning closer, Yunho said huskily, “I’m going to strip you bare and make you squirm with embarrassment while I look at every inch of your body.”
Blushing furiously, Yoochun bit his lip in anticipation.
“When I’m no longer satisfied, I’ll touch you,” His lips were practically making love with Yoochun’s ear. “I’ll touch every inch, every curve, everywhere until you come.”
The smaller man gasped excitedly when Yunho pushed him against the bedroom’s door before crushing their lips together. Mindlessly complying, Yoochun broke away to open the door and both of them stumbled inside. Clothes scattered on the floor, eager to reach the bed as soon as possible.
The two left the door open so the almighty Shim Changmin would have an eyeful of them when he returns.
The perfect retribution.
~*~
Whistling a happy tune, Yoochun entered his apartment with a limp, shortly noticing the extra shoes on the rack. Eyes glancing to the hallway, he stared at his blond best friend stumbling out of his bedroom, shirtless and unfazed. Yoochun’s mouth fell slack when he noticed the red to purplish marks decorating all over Jaejoong’s chest.
“You-!!!”
Jaejoong looked up, surprised to find him standing on the entryway, “Oh… hey~”
Soon, Junsu came out of the room with a shirt on and his hair mussed in different directions.
They fucked.
In his bedroom.
On his bed.
“Dude, I can explain!” Junsu began frantically telling him how Jaejoong came onto him and that his bedroom was conveniently closer than his but Yoochun heard none of it. He grabbed the bottle of Lysol in the sink’s cabinet and stalked into his bedroom like a soldier entering a freaking warzone.
Both blond’s chose this moment to flee the premises as quickly as they could. This wouldn’t be the first time they’d get smothered with a disinfectant.
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→ chaptered (3/3) COMPLETE
→ 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 H R E E
For the past few weeks, Yunho tried to keep everything neat around him and Yoochun was nothing but proud of him. A sigh of relief passed through his lips when he found the kitchen sink empty of dirty dishes and cold pieces of pizza. It wasn’t exactly pristine but at least the stuff littered around lessened noticeably.
“You!”
Startled, Yoochun looked up and found a very irate Changmin striding across the room. “Hi-”
“What did you do to him?” nose flaring, Changmin slowly cornered the poor unsuspecting man against the wall.
“I don’t understand-”
“You broke him!” Changmin exclaimed, arms flailing, “You broke my roommate!”
“Yunho?”
“No, Taepoong. Of course it’s Yunho.”
Eyes narrowing, Yoochun lifted his head up, trying to match Changmin’s apparent tallness. “What did I do?”
Grumbling, Changmin turned stalked the cabinets. He grabbed the bottle of Lysol and thrust it forward. “This! Yunho doesn’t go anywhere without spraying the damn thing. My clothes smell like crisp berry and it’s driving me insane.”
“What’s wrong with that? You should thank me he’s even looking after you.” Yoochun drawled, hiding his bothered feelings on the matter. He was not exactly a clean freak to that extent. He doesn’t carry a bottle of disinfectant around, spraying other people’s property... well maybe he did this one time but that was truly in a different situation!
“You don’t understand.” The taller boy shook his head, “You don’t know the extent of his obsession just to please you.”
Brows furrowed, Yoochun snapped, “I’ve changed him into a better person, Changmin. He used to be such a slob and now… well look at what he did to this place! It’s livable!”
“Are you serious?” Shaking his head, Changmin snapped, “This place smells like a hospital.”
Sulking, Yoochun crossed his arms, sitting resolutely on the kitchen bench, “I still don’t see what the problem is.”
Changmin walked closer, he stood near the chair and caged the shorter male in between his arms, bracing himself against the armrest. “My girlfriend thinks your boyfriend is hot. She said ‘a man who can clean is like finding a needle in a haystack’. Now, what are we gonna do about that, huh?”
“I suppose we-wait,” Yoochun snapped his head, eyes widening almost comically, “What did you say?”
“He and Sooyoung went out to discuss the wonders of robotic vacuum cleaners.”
It took Yoochun a moment to understand the fact that his boyfriend was out there somewhere with a woman. “But Yunho’s gay!” ‘and he’s mine!’ he pretty much screamed in his head.
“Bi. He dated a couple of girls before.” Changmin coughed, eyes shifty. “Didn’t he tell you?”
It didn’t take more than a minute before Yoochun put on his shoes and ran outside the apartment. A minute later, Changmin received a text message, asking where the fuck he was supposed to go.
The taller boy can only shake his head.
~*~
Truth be told, Yoochun did find Yunho and Sooyoung in one of the café’s a few blocks away. He could see Yunho laughing at whatever that bitch was saying and it was getting on his nerves. What’s so funny about vacuum cleaners anyway??
He was halfway across the café when Yunho finally noticed his presence.
"Yoochun? What are you doing here?”
Practically snarling as he strode closer, Yoochun bared his teeth in a nasty sneer. His eyes narrowed, dangerously set on the confused woman sitting on the other side of the table.
“We have to go,” Yoochun grabbed Yunho’s arm, forcing him to stand up.
“But we’re-”
“Yunho.” Yoochun practically growled and it effectively got Yunho on his feet.
“I’m so sorry,” he quickly apologized to Sooyoung, “Let’s talk about it some other time, yes?”
Nodding, Sooyoung smiled and waved them goodbye.
~*~
“That was rude,” Yunho scowled, his longer legs catching up easily towards his fuming boy friend, “Mind telling me what was that all about?” he sidled closer, wary but determined to find out what propelled Yoochun to make such a scene.
In a rush, Yoochun turned around swiftly. Yunho almost bumped into him but was able to rein his steps back. “Yunho…”
Reluctantly, Yunho pulled the man on the side of the street and whispered, “So, are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to wait until you’re good and horny?”
With a roll of his eyes, Yoochun scoffed. Trust Yunho to use sex as a mean of ending every argument. “I think you should go back to your old ways.”
Frowning, Yunho queried, trying to keep his voice level. “Old ways?”
“Yes,” Yoochun replied. “You’re not this kind of person, Yunnie. You’re not a clean freak like I am and-”
Yunho clenched his jaw, his nails digging into the palm of his hands. “So now you want me to go back being a slob?”
“That’s not what I mean.” Yoochun replied helplessly.
“Then what is it?” Yunho grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, “Make up your mind!”
“Calm down,” Yoochun hissed, feeling quite uncomfortable being yelled at in a very public place.
“You just robbed me off of my personality, and now you’re giving it back as simple as that?”
Yoochun broke away first and starting walking forward. “Let’s take this somewhere else.”
Staring after the smaller man, Yunho took a deep breath to calm himself. He followed Yoochun silently and spoke as soon as they stalked inside his apartment. Changmin was nowhere to be found, much to their relief.
“Put your shoes properly on the rack.” Yoochun reminded out of habit, to which Yunho sneered.
“Anything for you darling,” Yunho mocked, following his infuriated lover into the familiar living room.
“Dammit, Yunho.” Yoochun rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands, “Stop making it sound as if I forced you to do it!”
Scoffing, Yunho questioned with distain. “Isn’t that what you have been doing?” Referring to the ultimatum Yoochun suggested about changing himself for the better.
“I didn’t force you! I merely asked if you if can change!”
“And I did! So what’s wrong now? What did I do this time to upset you?”
Swallowing with difficulty, Yoochun’s face scrunched, his eyes visibly watering as he looked at Yunho with such pain. “You! You upset me!”
“Figures.” Yunho scoffed, hands balling at his sides.
Eyes narrowing, Yoochun questioned harshly, “What were you doing at the café with Changmin’s girlfriend?”
Yunho was struck at the sudden change of topic, “What?”
“Did she tell you how much of a turn on to have a guy who likes to clean a lot?”
Scowling, Yunho shook his head, “What are you talking about-”
“Are you going to buy robotic vacuum cleaners together, 'cos that sure sounds fantastic, now does it??” The statement sounded as if Yunho asked Sooyoung’s hand in marriage or something. It was exactly what Yoochun was thinking and it broke his heart. The very thought of Yunho marrying someone else had him bawling in a few seconds.
Yunho panicked and quickly scrambled forward, towering over the shorter man, “H-hey, baby, don’t cry.” His arms felt useless, hesitant to pull Yoochun closer to embrace him. He was afraid that if he did, Yoochun would push him away, or worse punch him with his bony fist. A punch from Yoochun would feel like a thousand knives piercing through his heart.
Chest rising and falling in quick succession, Yoochun spoke in between sobs, “I hate you!”
Cupping a delicate chin, Yunho ran his thumb over a pouted bottom lip, feeling its softness in contrast to his calloused digit. “No, you don’t.” when Yoochun didn’t pull away, he tugged him closer and kissed his sweaty forehead. He was so upset, it worked him out. “Now tell me what this is really about.”
Helpless, Yoochun sniffed and wrapped his arms around Yunho’s waist, melting into the attention he was getting. “Changmin said you and Sooyoung had been seeing each other a lot.”
Chuckling, Yunho shook his head, “I didn't know a couple of times count as a lot already?”
Clutching to the back of Yunho’s shirt, Yoochun shivered and compulsively leaned forward as every inch of his body was in contact with the taller man’s. “I thought you were cheating on me… and I thought it was my entire fault since I forced you to become like this.”
Kissing the pair of pouty lips and Yoochun’s reddened, wet cheeks, Yunho softly replied, “Nobody forced me to be like this, Chunsa. I wanted to be like this because of you.” He chuckled when Yoochun adorably nuzzled his cheek. He could never stay mad at this person… never.
“Then why are you and Sooyoung-”
“She was planning to surprise him on their first year anniversary and I’m helping her out. Changmin’s difficult to surprise and I’m the only she can talk to about it.”
“Oh,”
Nipping at slick lips, Yunho muttered against them, “So… she doesn’t like you, I mean romantically?”
“No,” Yunho shook his head.
Yoochun started crying again, but this time, out of relief. “I don’t want you to buy robotic vacuum cleaners with anyone but me, okay?”
Laughing at the silliness of the statement, Yunho swayed his petulant boyfriend back and forth. “Where did you get that idea, anyway?”
“Changmin.” Yoochun answered truthfully, “He said that you’ve become a clean freak like me and I should fix you back the way you were.”
“That kid probably used the opportunity to manipulate you.” When Yoochun only blinked his eyes innocently, Yunho could only sigh at his naivety, “Really, Chunnie, if Changmin was jealous he would’ve murdered me already.”
That truly made sense and Yoochun could only feel disappointed for being manipulated so easily. An evil thought of spraying Lysol all over Changmin’s clothes somehow relieved his heavy heart in a way.
“So… we’re okay?” Yunho asked carefully.
Nodding, Yoochun happily accepted when Yunho finally kissed him properly. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to clean everything if you’re not comfortable.”
“We’ll figure something out but for now,” The taller man’s gaze narrowed and blazed, sending a pleasant shiver down Yoochun’s spine. “I’m going to punish you for making me worry a while ago.”
Trembling with desire and need in an instant, Yoochun gazed back at him with equal fervor, “What do you have in mind?”
Leaning closer, Yunho said huskily, “I’m going to strip you bare and make you squirm with embarrassment while I look at every inch of your body.”
Blushing furiously, Yoochun bit his lip in anticipation.
“When I’m no longer satisfied, I’ll touch you,” His lips were practically making love with Yoochun’s ear. “I’ll touch every inch, every curve, everywhere until you come.”
The smaller man gasped excitedly when Yunho pushed him against the bedroom’s door before crushing their lips together. Mindlessly complying, Yoochun broke away to open the door and both of them stumbled inside. Clothes scattered on the floor, eager to reach the bed as soon as possible.
The two left the door open so the almighty Shim Changmin would have an eyeful of them when he returns.
The perfect retribution.
~*~
Whistling a happy tune, Yoochun entered his apartment with a limp, shortly noticing the extra shoes on the rack. Eyes glancing to the hallway, he stared at his blond best friend stumbling out of his bedroom, shirtless and unfazed. Yoochun’s mouth fell slack when he noticed the red to purplish marks decorating all over Jaejoong’s chest.
“You-!!!”
Jaejoong looked up, surprised to find him standing on the entryway, “Oh… hey~”
Soon, Junsu came out of the room with a shirt on and his hair mussed in different directions.
They fucked.
In his bedroom.
On his bed.
“Dude, I can explain!” Junsu began frantically telling him how Jaejoong came onto him and that his bedroom was conveniently closer than his but Yoochun heard none of it. He grabbed the bottle of Lysol in the sink’s cabinet and stalked into his bedroom like a soldier entering a freaking warzone.
Both blond’s chose this moment to flee the premises as quickly as they could. This wouldn’t be the first time they’d get smothered with a disinfectant.
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