The Last Note: Yoochun's Flavour
Title: The Last Note
Genre: Romance {Yaoi}, Drama.
Characters: Yoochun, Junsu, Changmin.
Pairing: Yoochun & Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: Yoochun is a twenty year old university student whose father owns his school. Being the richest and the best looking, his pursuers compete to beat the number of stars in the sky. However, things change when his popularity starts to decrease significantly one day, and the man finds himself both shocked and jealous.
A/N: HAPPY 5TH ANNIVERSARY, DONGBANGSHINKI! *delivers lots of love*
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Prologue
01: Begin
02: Under the Abrupt Stop
03: The Lost Apology
04: The Last Run
05: Hero
06: Extra Attitude
07: Stars and Fireworks
08: Tiny Hearts
09: Only You
10: Runaway
Chapter 11: Yoochun's Flavour
“What if he doesn’t love me anymore?” Yoochun clenched his fists at the thought of Junsu leaving him. He had grown to love Junsu so much, much more than he could imagine them separating for more than a day.
“And what are you going to do about it?” Changmin inquired as he took a bite of his egg tart and chewed diligently. He smirked with his mouth full when Yoochun merely shook his head. Swallowing, he continued, “Right. That’s definitely going to bring Professor Kim back.”
Yoochun scowled at the sarcasm, “What can I do, honey?”
“Honey!?” The disgusted boy choked. “Stop spoiling my appetite, sweetheart. Your appearance is already a big blow.”
Yoochun frowned. He tapped his fingers on the table thoughtfully as he recalled Junsu calling him ‘sweetheart’. Junsu did it marvelously. He did it so well that Yoochun had grinned walking all the way home from school that day, crashing into a lamp post on the way. He even took the date down on his calendar, marking it the ‘Junsu-called-me-sweetheart-day’.
“Let’s not talk about what you can do but what you ARE going to do right now,” Changmin stared at his empty palm, wondering where his egg tart had gone to, only to realise that it was already well settled in his stomach.
“Pretend as though nothing is wrong and go on with life,” Yoochun rested his head on the table with a dejected expression.
“You don’t have a life,” Changmin said insignificantly, stretching his hand to the tray in front of them for his seventh egg tart. “Plus, you suck at acting. Seriously, you can’t keep Professor Kim in the dark forever. Why don’t you just tell him that…”
“Yoochun!”
Yoochun’s spine straightened upon hearing his name. He liked that voice, no he loved that voice. Turning around, he smiled when he saw Junsu trying to get past some girls without being noticed.
Indeed, acting was not Yoochun’s forte but the joy he felt when he saw Junsu was absolutely not a pretense.
“Good morning you beautiful thing…” Yoochun pulled Junsu onto his lap as soon as he was in reach. Changmin rolled his eyes as Junsu struggled to stand up hurriedly before anyone else saw them, ignoring the pout on Yoochun’s face.
“Morning Professor Kim,” Changmin waved.
Junsu nodded sheepishly and gasped in surprise when he saw near ten egg tarts on Changmin’s tray, “Are you finishing… all of those?”
“Yeah. I ordered less today since I wasn’t hungry. You can have one if you like!” Changmin looked at his half eaten tart and wondered why he wasn’t having an appetite. “I must be unwell,” his lips pulled back to form a smile as he figured that he ought to consult the school doctor later.
“Junsu?” Yoochun shook the stunned man’s hand. “Professor Kim? Junsu… Alright mister, don’t make me shout Baby in front of everybody here.”
“Huh?”
“I see you respond to Baby more promptly than your own name.” Yoochun teased, gripping onto Junsu’s hand and pulling him to a seat.
“Quiet Yoochun. Before I…”
“Before you?”
“Before I do something to shut you up,” Junsu glared at his cheeky boyfriend.
“Oh? Really? I think I like it already! Does it involve your tongue?” Yoochun laughed when he saw a shade of pink shot pass Junsu’s face.
“Yuck! Hyung, get a room! I’m eating here!” Changmin complained.
“Brat! I thought you had no appetite. Be quiet!” Yoochun grumbled back, upset that the youngest had mercilessly ruined the moment for him.
“He knows?” Junsu questioned. Unfortunately, before Yoochun could come up with an explanation, his chance to open his mouth was once again seized.
“That airhead announced it in class, Professor Kim! The whole class knows about it. I heard that the teachers are talking about it as well. I think the head master knows too! But don’t worry, Professor. Our head master is a nice man. He won’t mind his staffs and students dating. Moreover Yoochun hyung owns this school. Even though he is a terrible choice and I totally think you deserve someone so much better, I suppose you can keep this relationship going…”
Changmin ratted on, ignoring Yoochun’s hushings on purpose. “Seriously there’s really nothing decent about him. Oh wait, here’s one. Yoochun hyung had about twenty girlfriends…”
“CHANGMIN EAT YOUR TARTS!”
Changmin smiled in victory. He had driven Yoochun mad and boy, was he proud of it. However, his short lived happiness ended soon after when Yoochun stood up and approached him.
“Hyung! I was kidding! You make the best boyfriend in the world! No! Wait! No, not my egg tarts! Hyung! I’m sorry! Ahhh! Leave my babies alone!”
Junsu laughed. Changmin was his pupil but he didn’t usually talk much in class. It was far more than amusing to see his two ace scholars fighting over a tart tray, “Alright. Stop snatching, guys! You are starting to attract attention!”
“Yoochun hyung! Your baby said stop snatching! We. Should. Stop. Snatching!!”
“Since when were you so obedient?” Yoochun let go of the tray, much to Changmin’s relief, but not before taking away one of the tartlets.
“Scram!”
And Changmin took to his heels.
/
The school bell rang, proclaiming end of lunch time, and students hurriedly returned to their classes, emptying the canteen within seconds. It was then Yoochun realised that he and Junsu were alone.
Walking back to his seat, he handed the tart to Junsu, “Here. Take a quick bite before we go back to class. I don’t want you starving.”
Junsu smiled as he accepted it, “Thank you.”
Yoochun felt his heart flutter at each smile from Junsu. It was as though Martians could start invading the Earth but he’d still be the happiest man in the world. He didn’t know if Junsu loved him anymore. But Junsu’s smile seemed to be able to ward off every single bad thing, and he wanted to love Junsu until the aliens did come approaching him.
“Yoochun.”
“Yeah?” Yoochun looked up to see a waiting Junsu playing with the egg tart restlessly.
“How’s your ankle?”
“Just a minor sprain. I can walk fine.’
“Sorry for leaving you along the corridor yesterday,” Junsu spun the egg tart, least concerned about whoever’s stomach it would be ending up in.
“No problem. Changmin came,” Yoochun stared at the tortured pastry, rather shocked at the state it was turning into.
“I still owe you an answer,” the professor came to his point at last.
“An answer?”
“Do I love you.”
“Oh,” Yoochun finally looked up into Junsu’s eyes. He was not prepared to face rejection that soon, “Junsu, I underst…”
“I love you Yoochun!” Junsu sprang onto Yoochun’s lap, bringing the surprised man into an embrace.
“I love you more,” Yoochun whispered, pulling the professor away from himself. He chuckled at the blushing Junsu, who obviously had no idea how ecstatic Yoochun was.
Junsu loved him and that was the best thing that could ever happen to him.
“No way! I love you more!”
“Don’t even try to argue with me, Professor.” Yoochun lightly bit at Junsu’s nose. Yelping, the blushing victim stood up and covered his nose, before pouting with all his might.
Standing up after him, Yoochun shuffled Junsu’s hair, “Let’s hurry to class before I go loose in this desolated tuck shop.”
Junsu smiled to himself as he allowed Yoochun to pull him out of the canteen, the two love birds neglecting the fallen egg tart.
And oblivious to one particular stare from a corner of the canteen.
“Hello there.”
/
“Huh?”
Changmin took two seconds to look at the distracted man, before lying down on the field grass with his nth sigh, “Why?”
“Huh?” Yoochun’s eyes remained fixed on his phone, while the grin on his face reminded Changmin of everything unintelligent.
“Why am I this miserable whereas you’re so happily in love?” the young one asked.
Yoochun giggled at the last message he received, before looking at the upset boy, “Huh?”
“Yah! Stop texting Professor Kim! Isn’t he in a staff meeting now?!” Changmin yelled, sitting up in an instant.
“Yeah,” Yoochun nodded, “He’s messaging me behind the principal’s back.”
“Hyung, what have you done?! You’ve turned Professor Kim into a rebel!” Changmin exclaimed, distressed by the fact that his most respected teacher was doing something his ill-disciplined classmates did. He had never approved of students messaging under their desks.
“Oh shut up. You know how boring the principal is. Nobody listens to her.” Yoochun made a mental note to ask Bae about the new principal, the one he had employed after sacking Junsu’s affronter.
“Fine. Then at least stop grinning like an idiot. You are embarrassing me.”
“You’re just jealous because I have somebody who loves me,” Yoochun smiled, “And I love him too.”
Not hearing an argument from the other, Yoochun looked up and saw that Changmin’s face had fallen.
“Come on. I was joking.”
“I want somebody to love me too,” a small pout started to form.
“Everybody loves you! Changmin, do you have any idea how popular you are? Having one hundred and fifty five fans lesser than me doesn’t mean that nobody loves you!”
“Yah! Don’t exaggerate! It’s only one hundred and fifty two! But I want somebody to love me like how Professor Kim loves you! And you love him too!”
Yoochun was about to go on convincing Changmin when he was interrupted by a laughter.
The two boys looked up, surprised by the unanticipated company. Yoochun had to squint because the man was standing against sunlight.
Changmin felt his heart stopped the moment the interrupter came into view, “Doctor Keita?”
Yoochun frowned, unpleased to see who had butted in. He had never liked that doctor.
“Hello Changmin.”
“Why are you here?” Changmin stood up, a bit too eagerly. Yoochun rolled his eyes at the man’s enthusiasm and turned back to his phone. He’d so much rather ogle at his wallpaper - Changmin had bravely betted two mansions, forty chocolate chip muffins and sixty roasted chickens that it was a photo of Junsu. Imagine his surprise when Yoochun’s lawyer went visiting him the next day, along with two house deeds, a baking factory contract and a chicken farm charter.
“I need to speak to your friend,” Keita looked down at Yoochun, who seemed too busy to acknowledge his presence, “Regarding something private, and important.”
“Oh… I’ll run along then,” Changmin bowed considerately, before say a quick goodbye to Yoochun, leaving the two men to talk.
Yoochun shrugged, before standing up to leave as well. He did not like being alone with Keita.
“Junsu is beautiful, isn’t he?”
Yoochun stopped on the spot, his throat feeling coarse suddenly. Who was he to comment on Junsu at all?
“His beauty is for ME to attain!” He snapped, not even turning around to look at the doctor.
“Oh really? Try conquering my share,” Keita sniggered.
Yoochun could tell that Keita was challenging him. As hard as Changmin tried to deny, Yoochun always knew that the school physician held a torch for his boyfriend, even before they were together.
“Why will I waste my energy on that insignificant portion?” Yoochun could feel the heat rising to his fists, but he kept it down.
“Because I suppose Junsu will look really good at the dance night,” Keita paused, smirking at the wrath he had caused Yoochun, “… with me.”
Yoochun laughed humourlessly, “They say self delusion is curable. Go see a doctor. Oh wait, you are a doctor.”
Keita shook his head, “As far as I’m concerned, Junsu hasn’t gotten a date yet.”
Yoochun opened his mouth to correct the presumably ignorant man, but nothing came out. Keita was right. Junsu had not agreed to him, in fact Junsu said no, whether he meant it or not
“He. Is. Mine.” Yoochun articulated himself loud and clear.
“Why don’t you pay me to leave your lover alone?”
That surprised Yoochun. He had thought that Keita was serious about Junsu. Now that the doctor was asking for money, that threat felt no longer considerable. Without bothering to reply, Yoochun walked away from the blatant man.
/
Yoochun literally skipped towards the conference room. In his last message, he had instructed his boyfriend to wait for him there after the meeting ended, hoping to spend some time alone with Junsu in the room than join in the congestion in the jam packed canteen.
A lovely sighted greeted him as Yoochun swung the door open. A weary Junsu seated at the far end of the conference table, on the Chairman-seat (which happened to be most comfortable). His arms crossed on the hard cold table while his head rested softly among them.
Locking the door behind him, Yoochun received the welcoming scene gladly before approaching the sleeping man.
Quietly, he put down the can of soda he had brought along and took a chair beside the professor. He was recently addicted with vanilla, courtesy of Junsu’s scent, and ice cream soda satisfied his craving when Junsu was unavailable.
Yoochun didn’t want to wake the man, knowing how hard he’d been working lately. Leaning back against the chair, he began to admire the adorable setting.
Junsu’s mouth was slightly ajar, which led Yoochun to the assumption that he drooled. Opening the can drink with a thumb effortlessly, Yoochun smiled as he thought of how great it’d be to have Junsu drool on his bed beside him every night. It would be cute, and really sweet, possibly as sweet as the soda drink hitting on his tongue and running down his throat right then.
Yoochun took a glance at his watch and realised that classes were starting in ten minutes. He aimed the empty can at a nearby bin, and cheered inwardly when the trash landed perfectly in it.
His fingers, still cold from being in contact with the once refrigerated drink, then reached out to caress Junsu’s face.
He stopped when the other cringed. However, Junsu continued sleeping so Yoochun tried again by poking his cheek gently.
“Hmm…” Junsu turned his head to face the other direction, dodging from whatever was disturbing him. He was definitely not an easy waker.
Grinning, Yoochun stood up and walked to the other side. Leaning in, he successfully woke the sleeping beauty up by pouring vanilla flavoured kisses into his mouth. Junsu murmured against his lips, something about being tired and cold.
Yoochun pulled back while his arms remained around the other man’s waist. He was now sitting in the seat together with Junsu, which didn’t serve too much as a problem since the chair was pretty spacious.
Junsu straightened up, stretching with his eyes forcefully shut. He then eased them open and smiled, opening his arms energetically like a child and bringing them behind Yoochun’s neck, “Morning Chunnie!”
Yoochun’s eyes widened, “JUNSU! THAT’S THE FIRST PET NAME YOU’VE EVER GIVEN ME!” he cried animatedly.
“The principal killed me,” Junsu pulled his hands down and pouted, hoping to dismiss a bit of Yoochun’s excitement with a change of topic before that man burst into flames.
“I’ll fire her,” Yoochun said happily, and rather casually.
“No you won’t. She’s a nice lady.” Junsu moved, trying to find a more comfortable position, and that did not prove to be easy with Yoochun hugging him in the same chair.
Yoochun finally stopped Junsu from budging any further, before lifting him by the waist onto his own lap. He then wrapped his arms around Junsu again.
“Not when she deprived me of your company by wasting half your lunch time on a meeting,” he continued, gently rocking the man in his embrace.
“And you’re wasting the other half,” Junsu cleverly countered.
“Baby, we’re spending quality time together.” Yoochun grinned, only to receive nonchalance as a reply. “So, what’s this meeting about anyway?”
“More stolen documents. I wonder why people enjoy stealing school documents so much.”
“It’s not you?” Yoochun joked.
Junsu ignored the accusation and continued, “And she talked about having lectures. Speaking of which, there’s gonna be this lecture replacing my lesson after lunch. And I actually have to sit in and join the class.” Junsu sulked.
“Really?!” Yoochun smiled, seemingly out of relief. He had always thought that Junsu was overworking and was thankful for every chance the teacher got to rest.
Junsu turned back to face Yoochun and pinched his cheeks, not too hard to hurt the man but enough for a pout, “Why do you sound so happy! I don’t want to miss my lesson!”
“Because for once, you’re going to spend that one whole period sitting right beside me and not standing a few miles away in front of the whiteboard. I’ll miss you, you know!”
Junsu giggled and loosened his pinch, accepting the reply submissively.
“Come on, we’re going to be late for class!” Yoochun released the professor, who was just starting to feel comfortable within Yoochun’s encirclement.
Before they left the room, Junsu abruptly stopped in his tracks.
“Yoochun.”
“Hmm?”
“I prefer strawberry.”