Soft Hums
Soft Hums
Yoochun/Junsu
PG.
Romance. Fluff. Mild angst.
1926 words.
Summary: Yoochun's always humming.
Note: Dedicated to junshoo. It's a simple story, but I hope this would cheer you up♥
Loosely based on the song Stargazing by Leon Jackson. One of my faves. Listening to it while reading is recommended^^
Comments and concrits? :DD
soft hums
“Why do you keep listening to this song, Yoochun-sshi?”
Yoochun paused from humming to the song, face thoughtful. “Well, I think this song expresses my feelings in ways that I can never explain. To someone.”
“That’s interesting.”
Yoochun flashed him a smile, leaning back against shady oak tree, continuing his soft hums to the melodic tunes. “Don’t you ever hum your favourite song when you’re happy, Junsu-sshi?”
Junsu was caught off-guard at the question. He’d never really thought about it. “Well no. Not really. I don’t hum.”
“I heard you humming just the other day.” Yoochun winked, standing up to dust off his pants. “We better hurry up; Professor Jung’s lecture is next. He hates tardiness.”
━ ━☆━ ━
“One vanilla latte, please.”
“Yes sir, one vanilla latte coming right up!” The barista replied cheerfully, busying himself with the customer’s order.
The customer laughed. “You’re doing it again, Yoochun-sshi. Humming.”
Yoochun turned to the customer in surprise. “Junsu-sshi? What are you doing here?”
“I needed my caffeine fix. And well, a report to finish.” He gestured to the notebook in his hand sheepishly.
“Is it for Prof Shim’s class? You better get that done asap-it’s due in less than twenty-four hours. He’s brutal on late submissions.”
Junsu sighed. “I know. I’m done with most parts, except for the conclusion. Having some trouble with it.”
Yoochun nodded understandingly, as he gave the finishing touches to the latte. Conclusions could make or break a report. “If you like, I could help you out on that after my shift is over. I’ll be done in an hour.”
“Really? You’d do that for me?”
“Yeah, why not? I’m done with mine, and I have nothing much to do except for some readings for other classes.” Yoochun wiped the sides of the coffee mug. “Here you go, your vanilla latte.”
“You are my saviour, Yoochun-sshi. Thanks so much.”
Yoochun grinned. “No problem. Now off you go, there are other customers waiting for my awesome service behind you.”
Junsu laughed and picked up his order in hand, choosing to settle in a nice, cosy booth beside the café window. He took a sip of the frothy goodness and looked up when he heard laughter from the counter. The young barista seemed to really enjoy serving his customers, Junsu observed as he took another careful sip, not to mention he knew almost all of the customer’s names too.
“Bye Jae, I’ll see you tomorrow again. Enjoy your coffee, and don’t spill it again on your way home.” Yoochun waved his customer goodbye, before attending to his next one. “Hey, Mrs Lee! How may I help you? The usual order?” Yoochun greeted his customer. For the past thirty minutes, he had a nagging feeling that he was being watched. Yoochun frowned, as he whipped up a double shot of espresso.
He risked a glance over his shoulder and caught the offender right away. Yoochun’s eyes crinkled in silent laughter.
Said offender froze at being caught by Yoochun, and immediately directed his attention back to his report. Junsu could feel his face growing warm. Being caught staring like a stalker of all things. He sneaked a quick glance at Yoochun, this time using his latte as a shield.
Yoochun was humming again.
━ ━☆━ ━
“Damnit Yoochun-sshi, keep it down!”
“What?”
“I said, keep it down!”
“Sorry, what?” Yoochun unplugged his earphones, turning to look at Junsu. “Did you say something?”
“I said-oh never mind, it’s nothing important.”
“Okay, if you say so.” He plugged in his earphones.
“Park Yoochun you have the most ginormous forehead I have ever seen and it blinds me each time you stand under the sunlight and I feel like I should wear shades each time we head out and yeah you keep asking me why I always wear shades nowadays and well that is the reason. Your forehead.”
“I’m sorry, did you say something?”
“Nope, nothing. I was just humming.”
━ ━☆━ ━
“Junsu.”
“What?”
“Just call me Junsu. We’re friends, aren’t we? We could do without the honorific.”
Yoochun nodded, softly humming under his breath. “You’re right. Junsu-shii-Junsu-Junsu-yah-Juntarou-Jun-chan-yeap, sounds better that way-oh hey, why don’t we head out for some kimchi jigae tonight? Kim-sshi. Kimchii. Isn’t it amazing, Junsu-yah? Your surname rhymes.”
━ ━☆━ ━
“I like you.”
The confession was met with silence. Yoochun shuffled his feet uneasily.
“Junsu?”
“Oh! I-I’m sorry. I thought you said you liked me. Wow, I must be really tired. Those late night shifts are really getting to me.” Junsu rubbed his eyes sleepily, covering his mouth when he let out a tiny yawn.
“You’re really cute, you know that?”
“As I’ve been told.” Junsu sleepily answered.
“But have you been told that someone likes you?”
“No, not really.”
“Well, now you have. I like you, Junsu-yah.”
Junsu rubbed at his eyes. “You’re not pulling my leg, are you? Because I have the dirty, sweaty socks lying in my hamper waiting to be used as a BDSM.”
“BDSM?”
“Yeah. Bloody Destructive Socks Massacre-Machine.”
“But that’s two ‘M’s.”
“Nope, Massacre-Machine is one word. There’s a hyphen. I major in English Literature and Linguistics, I should know.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Hey, Yoochun-ah?”
“Yeah?”
“I like you too.”
“...I believe that counts as an invitation for me to kiss you.”
“Maybe. I feel so sleepy right now; I’d hate to be disappointed if this was all a dreammpftt-”
“Are you awake now?” Yoochun whispered against the softness of Junsu’s lips, hands caressing his red-tinged cheeks.
“Wow.” Junsu’s eyes fluttered close, a tiny smile gracing his lips. He murmured, “This is better than caffeine. Do it again.”
Yoochun chuckled lowly, and Junsu couldn’t help but to capture those lips just to see how laughter tasted like. Caffeine, honey, and a little of the lemon drops Junsu had given him earlier. It tasted like home. Warm and familiar.
Junsu pulled away, softly panting for air as his fingers grazed Yoochun’s exposed nape. Yoochun brought their foreheads together, brushing the tip of his nose against Junsu’s.
“You’re humming that song again.” Junsu’s eyes twinkled with mirth as he drank in Yoochun’s features; from his beautiful long lashes, generous lips, adorable dimple, and even the dotted scars, just above his cheeks which usually became chubby come winter. He adored the man.
“That’s because I’m happy Junsu-yah.” Arms encircled around Junsu’s waist, gently rocking them back in forth in a silent waltz. “Happy.”
━ ━☆━ ━
“Stop moving around so much. God damnit Yoochun, would you stop fidgeting?”
Yoochun glanced at Junsu exasperatedly. “I can’t help it. I’m nervous.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“I can’t do it. I can’t give the valedictorian speech. What if I mess up? What if I start stammering like an idiot? Oh god, Junsu. I’m screwed.”
“Hey, we’ve gone through this. You’ve practiced so many times.” Junsu took his hand into his, gingerly caressing the insides of his palm. “Humming calms down your nerves, doesn’t it? Try doing that. You can’t be as terrified as you were during our first date. That asthma attack was incredible.”
“Right. You’re right. Compared to that, this is a piece of cake.”
Junsu hid his laughter when the other hummed to a wedding tune and childishly pecked his lips again and again.
━ ━☆━ ━
“Wow. That-was amazing.” Junsu murmured into Yoochun’s chest, mind still incoherent from the high he had experienced. Soft, breathy pants resounded in the room.
“Yoochun-ah?”
“Hmm?” Yoochun replied, absentmindedly playing with Junsu’s smooth locks.
“We should move in together.”
Yoochun paused his ministrations, looking down at Junsu and into his clear chocolate orbs. “I’d love that.” He whispered, cupping Junsu’s chin and softly pressing his lips against plump ones. “Now sleep, baby. I know you’re tired.” He scooped the smaller man closer into his arms, gentle breaths wafting into Junsu’s ear. His lover began humming to the familiar tune that Junsu had grown to know so well and love.
━ ━☆━ ━
“Nah, the picture looks crooked. We should move it to the left.”
“Right.”
“Yep, told you I was right. Let’s move it to the left.”
“No no, I meant moving it right would solve the problem.”
“But left clearly looks better.”
“Right.”
“But of course, I’m always right.”
“I give up.” Junsu grumbled.
“Aw, are you mad, Su-ah?” Yoochun hugged his lover from behind; pressing butterfly kisses into his shoulder. “I got you something.” He slipped a key wrapped in an elegant white ribbon into his hands and closed it with his own. He hummed. “I think you’ll like it.”
━ ━☆━ ━
“Yoochun, Yoochun! I got my first job! They actually hired me!” Junsu slipped off his loafers and rushed through the apartment excitedly, the anticipation to break the good news to his lover bursting through him. “Yoochun-ah, where are you?”
Junsu fished out his cell phone and speed-dialled the number, holding in his breath as he waited for the call to be answered. He called again. And again. But the call never came through.
His ears perked up at the muffled rustlings he heard from the workroom. Junsu walked past the hallway and knocked on the closed door.
“Baby?” No answer.
Junsu gripped the knob and slowly turned it, finding it unlocked.
He found Yoochun on the floor, unconscious.
━ ━☆━ ━
“Doctor? What happened-how did he end up like this?”
“It was a relapse, Kim-sshi. Asthma relapse. The attack was near fatal. We managed to stabilise the relapse, but I’m afraid there’s nothing much we can do about his condition, Kim-sshi. I’m sorry.”
“Yoochun he-he never told me anything about it. I didn’t know it was this serious.”
The doctor placed his hand onto Junsu’s shoulder sympathetically. “Have faith, Kim-sshi. The chances are slim, but we’ll have to wait it out and see. Be strong for him.”
━ ━☆━ ━
“Yoochun? Baby? Please wake up.” Junsu whispered, tears cascading down his cheeks. He gripped onto the lax hand tighter. “Please wake up, baby. Please. I can’t live without you.” He kissed the inside of his love’s palm, bringing it up to cup his own cheek.
“Remember the key you gave me?” Junsu pleaded to the silent, pale man on the bed. “The key to the telescope? You promised me we’ll use it together. Watch the stars together. You promised me.” Junsu held on to his lover’s hand, leaning forward and keeping it close to his heart. He slipped the key from around his neck and pressed it into Yoochun’s cold palms. “You promised me.”
His heart fell when Yoochun didn’t respond to his words. “I love you, Yoochun-ah. I love you. Please be alright. Please, baby.”
Junsu cradled Yoochun’s hands and softly hummed to his lover’s favourite tune. He would not give up on Yoochun.
━ ━☆━ ━
“Why do you keep listening to this song, Yoochun-ah?”
Yoochun paused from humming to the song, face thoughtful. “Well, I think this song expresses my feelings in ways that I can never explain. To someone.”
“That’s interesting.”
Yoochun looked up, catching the smile that was threatening to break from the other’s face. “It’s our song. Our memories together.” He leaned in, lips descending to capture his love’s plump lips in an entrancing lip lock.
“Marry me?”
FIN.
A/n: Omg, you guys have no idea how tempted I was to kill Yoochun off in this fic ._.
Please do pat the chunicorn below if you like♥ She's looking beautiful today 8'DD
Fyi, you can get the song here.
Yoochun/Junsu
PG.
Romance. Fluff. Mild angst.
1926 words.
Summary: Yoochun's always humming.
Note: Dedicated to junshoo. It's a simple story, but I hope this would cheer you up♥
Loosely based on the song Stargazing by Leon Jackson. One of my faves. Listening to it while reading is recommended^^
Click to viewComments and concrits? :DD
soft hums
“Why do you keep listening to this song, Yoochun-sshi?”
Yoochun paused from humming to the song, face thoughtful. “Well, I think this song expresses my feelings in ways that I can never explain. To someone.”
“That’s interesting.”
Yoochun flashed him a smile, leaning back against shady oak tree, continuing his soft hums to the melodic tunes. “Don’t you ever hum your favourite song when you’re happy, Junsu-sshi?”
Junsu was caught off-guard at the question. He’d never really thought about it. “Well no. Not really. I don’t hum.”
“I heard you humming just the other day.” Yoochun winked, standing up to dust off his pants. “We better hurry up; Professor Jung’s lecture is next. He hates tardiness.”
━ ━☆━ ━
“One vanilla latte, please.”
“Yes sir, one vanilla latte coming right up!” The barista replied cheerfully, busying himself with the customer’s order.
The customer laughed. “You’re doing it again, Yoochun-sshi. Humming.”
Yoochun turned to the customer in surprise. “Junsu-sshi? What are you doing here?”
“I needed my caffeine fix. And well, a report to finish.” He gestured to the notebook in his hand sheepishly.
“Is it for Prof Shim’s class? You better get that done asap-it’s due in less than twenty-four hours. He’s brutal on late submissions.”
Junsu sighed. “I know. I’m done with most parts, except for the conclusion. Having some trouble with it.”
Yoochun nodded understandingly, as he gave the finishing touches to the latte. Conclusions could make or break a report. “If you like, I could help you out on that after my shift is over. I’ll be done in an hour.”
“Really? You’d do that for me?”
“Yeah, why not? I’m done with mine, and I have nothing much to do except for some readings for other classes.” Yoochun wiped the sides of the coffee mug. “Here you go, your vanilla latte.”
“You are my saviour, Yoochun-sshi. Thanks so much.”
Yoochun grinned. “No problem. Now off you go, there are other customers waiting for my awesome service behind you.”
Junsu laughed and picked up his order in hand, choosing to settle in a nice, cosy booth beside the café window. He took a sip of the frothy goodness and looked up when he heard laughter from the counter. The young barista seemed to really enjoy serving his customers, Junsu observed as he took another careful sip, not to mention he knew almost all of the customer’s names too.
“Bye Jae, I’ll see you tomorrow again. Enjoy your coffee, and don’t spill it again on your way home.” Yoochun waved his customer goodbye, before attending to his next one. “Hey, Mrs Lee! How may I help you? The usual order?” Yoochun greeted his customer. For the past thirty minutes, he had a nagging feeling that he was being watched. Yoochun frowned, as he whipped up a double shot of espresso.
He risked a glance over his shoulder and caught the offender right away. Yoochun’s eyes crinkled in silent laughter.
Said offender froze at being caught by Yoochun, and immediately directed his attention back to his report. Junsu could feel his face growing warm. Being caught staring like a stalker of all things. He sneaked a quick glance at Yoochun, this time using his latte as a shield.
Yoochun was humming again.
━ ━☆━ ━
“Damnit Yoochun-sshi, keep it down!”
“What?”
“I said, keep it down!”
“Sorry, what?” Yoochun unplugged his earphones, turning to look at Junsu. “Did you say something?”
“I said-oh never mind, it’s nothing important.”
“Okay, if you say so.” He plugged in his earphones.
“Park Yoochun you have the most ginormous forehead I have ever seen and it blinds me each time you stand under the sunlight and I feel like I should wear shades each time we head out and yeah you keep asking me why I always wear shades nowadays and well that is the reason. Your forehead.”
“I’m sorry, did you say something?”
“Nope, nothing. I was just humming.”
━ ━☆━ ━
“Junsu.”
“What?”
“Just call me Junsu. We’re friends, aren’t we? We could do without the honorific.”
Yoochun nodded, softly humming under his breath. “You’re right. Junsu-shii-Junsu-Junsu-yah-Juntarou-Jun-chan-yeap, sounds better that way-oh hey, why don’t we head out for some kimchi jigae tonight? Kim-sshi. Kimchii. Isn’t it amazing, Junsu-yah? Your surname rhymes.”
━ ━☆━ ━
“I like you.”
The confession was met with silence. Yoochun shuffled his feet uneasily.
“Junsu?”
“Oh! I-I’m sorry. I thought you said you liked me. Wow, I must be really tired. Those late night shifts are really getting to me.” Junsu rubbed his eyes sleepily, covering his mouth when he let out a tiny yawn.
“You’re really cute, you know that?”
“As I’ve been told.” Junsu sleepily answered.
“But have you been told that someone likes you?”
“No, not really.”
“Well, now you have. I like you, Junsu-yah.”
Junsu rubbed at his eyes. “You’re not pulling my leg, are you? Because I have the dirty, sweaty socks lying in my hamper waiting to be used as a BDSM.”
“BDSM?”
“Yeah. Bloody Destructive Socks Massacre-Machine.”
“But that’s two ‘M’s.”
“Nope, Massacre-Machine is one word. There’s a hyphen. I major in English Literature and Linguistics, I should know.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Hey, Yoochun-ah?”
“Yeah?”
“I like you too.”
“...I believe that counts as an invitation for me to kiss you.”
“Maybe. I feel so sleepy right now; I’d hate to be disappointed if this was all a dreammpftt-”
“Are you awake now?” Yoochun whispered against the softness of Junsu’s lips, hands caressing his red-tinged cheeks.
“Wow.” Junsu’s eyes fluttered close, a tiny smile gracing his lips. He murmured, “This is better than caffeine. Do it again.”
Yoochun chuckled lowly, and Junsu couldn’t help but to capture those lips just to see how laughter tasted like. Caffeine, honey, and a little of the lemon drops Junsu had given him earlier. It tasted like home. Warm and familiar.
Junsu pulled away, softly panting for air as his fingers grazed Yoochun’s exposed nape. Yoochun brought their foreheads together, brushing the tip of his nose against Junsu’s.
“You’re humming that song again.” Junsu’s eyes twinkled with mirth as he drank in Yoochun’s features; from his beautiful long lashes, generous lips, adorable dimple, and even the dotted scars, just above his cheeks which usually became chubby come winter. He adored the man.
“That’s because I’m happy Junsu-yah.” Arms encircled around Junsu’s waist, gently rocking them back in forth in a silent waltz. “Happy.”
━ ━☆━ ━
“Stop moving around so much. God damnit Yoochun, would you stop fidgeting?”
Yoochun glanced at Junsu exasperatedly. “I can’t help it. I’m nervous.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“I can’t do it. I can’t give the valedictorian speech. What if I mess up? What if I start stammering like an idiot? Oh god, Junsu. I’m screwed.”
“Hey, we’ve gone through this. You’ve practiced so many times.” Junsu took his hand into his, gingerly caressing the insides of his palm. “Humming calms down your nerves, doesn’t it? Try doing that. You can’t be as terrified as you were during our first date. That asthma attack was incredible.”
“Right. You’re right. Compared to that, this is a piece of cake.”
Junsu hid his laughter when the other hummed to a wedding tune and childishly pecked his lips again and again.
━ ━☆━ ━
“Wow. That-was amazing.” Junsu murmured into Yoochun’s chest, mind still incoherent from the high he had experienced. Soft, breathy pants resounded in the room.
“Yoochun-ah?”
“Hmm?” Yoochun replied, absentmindedly playing with Junsu’s smooth locks.
“We should move in together.”
Yoochun paused his ministrations, looking down at Junsu and into his clear chocolate orbs. “I’d love that.” He whispered, cupping Junsu’s chin and softly pressing his lips against plump ones. “Now sleep, baby. I know you’re tired.” He scooped the smaller man closer into his arms, gentle breaths wafting into Junsu’s ear. His lover began humming to the familiar tune that Junsu had grown to know so well and love.
━ ━☆━ ━
“Nah, the picture looks crooked. We should move it to the left.”
“Right.”
“Yep, told you I was right. Let’s move it to the left.”
“No no, I meant moving it right would solve the problem.”
“But left clearly looks better.”
“Right.”
“But of course, I’m always right.”
“I give up.” Junsu grumbled.
“Aw, are you mad, Su-ah?” Yoochun hugged his lover from behind; pressing butterfly kisses into his shoulder. “I got you something.” He slipped a key wrapped in an elegant white ribbon into his hands and closed it with his own. He hummed. “I think you’ll like it.”
━ ━☆━ ━
“Yoochun, Yoochun! I got my first job! They actually hired me!” Junsu slipped off his loafers and rushed through the apartment excitedly, the anticipation to break the good news to his lover bursting through him. “Yoochun-ah, where are you?”
Junsu fished out his cell phone and speed-dialled the number, holding in his breath as he waited for the call to be answered. He called again. And again. But the call never came through.
His ears perked up at the muffled rustlings he heard from the workroom. Junsu walked past the hallway and knocked on the closed door.
“Baby?” No answer.
Junsu gripped the knob and slowly turned it, finding it unlocked.
He found Yoochun on the floor, unconscious.
━ ━☆━ ━
“Doctor? What happened-how did he end up like this?”
“It was a relapse, Kim-sshi. Asthma relapse. The attack was near fatal. We managed to stabilise the relapse, but I’m afraid there’s nothing much we can do about his condition, Kim-sshi. I’m sorry.”
“Yoochun he-he never told me anything about it. I didn’t know it was this serious.”
The doctor placed his hand onto Junsu’s shoulder sympathetically. “Have faith, Kim-sshi. The chances are slim, but we’ll have to wait it out and see. Be strong for him.”
━ ━☆━ ━
“Yoochun? Baby? Please wake up.” Junsu whispered, tears cascading down his cheeks. He gripped onto the lax hand tighter. “Please wake up, baby. Please. I can’t live without you.” He kissed the inside of his love’s palm, bringing it up to cup his own cheek.
“Remember the key you gave me?” Junsu pleaded to the silent, pale man on the bed. “The key to the telescope? You promised me we’ll use it together. Watch the stars together. You promised me.” Junsu held on to his lover’s hand, leaning forward and keeping it close to his heart. He slipped the key from around his neck and pressed it into Yoochun’s cold palms. “You promised me.”
His heart fell when Yoochun didn’t respond to his words. “I love you, Yoochun-ah. I love you. Please be alright. Please, baby.”
Junsu cradled Yoochun’s hands and softly hummed to his lover’s favourite tune. He would not give up on Yoochun.
━ ━☆━ ━
“Why do you keep listening to this song, Yoochun-ah?”
Yoochun paused from humming to the song, face thoughtful. “Well, I think this song expresses my feelings in ways that I can never explain. To someone.”
“That’s interesting.”
Yoochun looked up, catching the smile that was threatening to break from the other’s face. “It’s our song. Our memories together.” He leaned in, lips descending to capture his love’s plump lips in an entrancing lip lock.
“Marry me?”
FIN.
A/n: Omg, you guys have no idea how tempted I was to kill Yoochun off in this fic ._.
Please do pat the chunicorn below if you like♥ She's looking beautiful today 8'DD
Fyi, you can get the song here.