THE LAST NOTE: EXCEEDINGLY HIGH ALERT
Title: The Last Note
Genre: Romance {Yaoi}, Drama.
Characters: Yoochun, Junsu, Changmin.
Pairing: Yoochun & Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: Kim Junsu, a professor who has yet to turn twenty one, is being transferred to a new university, where he finds a music room on his first day after a conflict with a student. He begins to frequent the room to play the piano, oblivious that it actually belongs to somebody else. An anonymous painter starts leaving paintings on top of the instrument, of which Junsu finds himself closely associated with - both the paintings and the artist.
Yoochun, prince of the school, is jealous and upset at the drop in his popularity after Junsu's grand arrival. However, he soon falls in love with the adorable professor and goes all out to win his heart. But what Prince Charming has to learn is that happily-ever-afters do not exist in reality.
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
11: Yoochun's flavour
12: Deadly Resuscitation
13: Offroad Trust
Chapter 14: Exceeding High Alert
“Where is my Junsu!”
“Hyung, we’re ten minutes early. And it’s all your fault that I skipped one meal for this!” Changmin grumbled, while his stomach growled in unison.
“Excuse my ignorance, but didn’t you just finished one burger, two waffles and three milk shakes before we reached this cafe,” Yoochun narrowed his eyes, “Using my money.”
Yoochun made sure to have emphasized his last point. Not that he minded actually, when he had surpluses of those riches. Along with the fact that Changmin was like a younger brother to him (although he was tremendously thankful that Changmin wasn’t really one, for he was certain that the Park family’s wealth would have ran out by then, courtesy of food). It was meant to make the younger one supposedly guiltier than he already was.
“That was low tea! And I’m supposed to have my middle tea before this high tea.” Changmin replied innocently, rubbing his stomach to pacify the depressed organ, totally oblivious to Yoochun’s direction of words.
The man shook his head, regretting every decision of bringing Changmin, of all people. It was equivalent to throwing his wallet away.
“Boo!”
“AHHHHH!!!!”
Silence overtook the café as everybody turned to look at the source of the scream.
Yoochun felt a hand over his mouth while Changmin swallowed nervously before nodding apologetically to the audience.
“Park Yoochun, you’re such a coward,” came a voice behind him. Not even turning back, Yoochun swept away the hand at his mouth and pouted, “I hate you Junsu.”
“Aww Junsu, he hates you.”
Yoochun flinched at the new voice, which was quickly followed by a laughter shared between it and Junsu’s dolphin squeaks.
Looking up, Yoochun saw a young man grinning brightly back at him, his arm resting casually on Junsu’s shoulders. That man was undoubtedly, Junsu’s best friend - Eunhyuk.
“Yah! I may hate him but he’s still mine!” Yoochun stood up and reached his hand out from where he was sitting, summarily snatching Junsu and pulling the small guy closer to himself.
The two friends laughed while Changmin rolled his eyes in his seat.
“Don’t worry man. Junsu is way off my type.” The newcomer laughed, suffering a push from Junsu soon after.
“Professor Kim!” Changmin smiled in his seat.
The professor returned a smile equally sweet and nodded, “Changmin, you may call me Junsu here.”
“Hey! I’m supposed to the only one with that privilege!” Yoochun objected.
Successfully shutting Yoochun up by stroking two fingers across his cheek seductively, Junsu then continued without faltering, “This is Eunhyuk. Eunhyuk, that’s Changmin. My student. One of my top students in fact.” Changmin and Eunhyuk exchanged little nods and subtle smiles.
Yoochun bit his lips in defeat, still rather heart-dazed by the affectionate cheek stroke. Junsu’s touches were apparently lethal attacks he could never combat against. Looking up from his seat at his lover powerlessly, he waited to be introduced as well. However, Junsu kept quiet, ignoring his soliciting look on purpose.
“You must be Yoochun,” Eunhyuk spoke up, turning the man’s head towards him. “Can’t believe you’re actually dating my slave.” He then chuckled and quickly dodged before Junsu’s fist came flying over.
Yoochun stood up, “Well, you better believe it.” He then swiftly pulled Junsu in for a short lip lock, as if to prove their relationship to the highly entertained friend.
Junsu flushed into a cute cherry red, his knees turning weak from Yoochun’s proper greeting - as the other would have called it. He was thankful that the older man was actually holding onto his arm when they pulled back, for he was quite sure he would have collapsed without the support.
“Kim Junsu, you’re such a loser!” Eunhyuk ribbed. Junsu pouted, only to end up in a pout fight with him. An amused Yoochun watched his adorable boyfriend battle, pushing back every desire to take those protruding lips for himself. Joining the table, Eunhyuk mechanically took a seat across where Yoochun was sitting while Junsu shared the two-seater bench with Yoochun.
All Changmin was concerned about was where all the waitresses were.
A lady soon came over much to his relief. All of them except Junsu ordered soft drinks, him asking for some iced water instead, while the youngest went on with his Oreo cheesecakes, cream puffs, tuna pies, sundaes and pizzas which left Eunhyuk wondering if they were expecting more company.
“So, what plans do you have for now?” Junsu asked his best friend, who apparently had not gotten over Changmin’s overwhelming menu.
“Ah… Settle down and find a job.”
“A job?”
“Probably a soccer coach. My football scholarship may hopefully be a pull,” Eunhyuk replied as he watched the waitress serve the drinks. Yoochun’s vanilla ice cream soda with added sprite was sparkling and gassing over the brim, while Junsu’s plain water lay still in its glass.
“Hey we haven’t had a game in a long time!” Junsu droned. “My red jersey is turning green from algae!”
Yoochun giggled at the slight memory of Junsu in his jersey, and was even more surprised that he actually missed that red wrapping on himself too. Junsu had kindly given the jersey to Yoochun ‘for memories’, and all he did was to case that shirt up in a bravura gem-crusted frame.
Picking up the colourless drink which had finally stopped fizzing, Yoochun poured a mouthful of the sweet beverage onto the expecting tongue, and was more than pleased when his taste buds responded in satisfaction.
Junsu and Eunhyuk continued nattering, with occasional interruptions by Yoochun demanding for kisses suddenly for no reason at all and refusing to keep quiet until Junsu fulfilled his wish.
On the other hand, Changmin continued savouring his pastry in silent contentment.
It didn’t take long for Junsu to feel his throat dry from all the talking and reach for his glass. Taking a big gulp of the cold drink incautiously, he began to cough and choke the moment the icy contents reached out to him.
Yoochun began to panic, and cooed the younger boy by rubbing his back in circles and asking him to swallow slowly. When the young man finally regained composure, he covered his mouth and looked over to Eunhyuk anxiously.
“I drank Yoochun’s soda,” he passed in a guilty whisper.
Before Yoochun could ensure the man that he didn’t mind at all, the edgy best friend erupted without notice.
“YOU WHAT!?”
Junsu frowned, feeling slightly dizzy. The sugar rush was taking effect way faster that it should be.
“Hey, is there something I should know?” Yoochun questioned, apparently worried about what was happening. Even Changmin had stopped whispering sweet nothings to his newly ordered sundae and peeled his eyes away from the beauty to comprehend the situation.
“Junsu can never -repeat NEVER- touch sugar drinks,” Eunhyuk gasped, not taking his eyes away from the lightheaded boy, who was now leaning on Yoochun’s chest within protective arms.
“Why! Is he diabetic?!” Yoochun hollered without thinking.
“And what happens if he does?” Changmin changed the question intellectually.
“Oh my god…” Eunhyuk was discontinued by a sudden high pitched wail.
Yoochun jerked in surprise and held Junsu up to sit straight, “Baby, what’s wrong!”
Junsu squirmed restlessly in his seat, discounting the worried man. Just then, he caught sight of the strawberry ice cream served with vanilla whipped cream and chopped cashew nuts sitting in front of Changmin. A wide grin plastered his pretty face as his hands shot towards the untouched (yet) dessert.
“YAH!” Changmin fearfully lifted up the glass dish and pulled it away from Junsu. Not wanting to risk his sundae, he hurriedly took the spoon and began to wolf the ice cream down his throat.
“Give me!” Junsu whined as he stretched over the table. Tears began to form in his eyes.
“Oh no…” Eunhyuk winced, “Give it to him! Give it to him!”
Yoochun was in a disarray. His eyes darted from Junsu to the sundae to Eunhyuk and back to Junsu again. “Give it to him!” He repeated the instructions anxiously without even knowing what was happening. It was probably wise to listen to whatever Eunhyuk was saying now. “CHANGMIN GIVE IT TO HIM!! I’LL BUY YOU ANOTHER ONE!!”
Slightly surprised by Yoochun’s outburst, Changmin stopped his gobbling and looked at the struggling man. Unwillingly, he gave in and surrendered the half eaten treat over to Junsu, who devoured it straight away.
Yoochun shook his head in disbelief as he watched Junsu making a mess out of the pink frozen dessert.
“Explain. This. To. Me. Now.”
/
Shortly after, Junsu had managed to drag the other three into a theme park. The fervent boy giggled at floating balloons and waved to every stranger he met, who had all kindly waved back at the sweet lad.
For unknown reasons, sugar beverages intoxicated Kim Junsu powerfully. One swig and the young man would become a hyperactive five year old. Eunhyuk had also divulged that once the restless man started crying, it’d take more than just strawberry sundaes to stop those tears.
“Oh god. That idiot is embarassing me.” Changmin zipped his bright yellow mackintosh all the way up and pulled the hood over his face, hoping to camouflage into the yellow walls around him. It turned out worse though, since more people turned to look at the suspicious banana under the scorching sun.
Yoochun opened his mouth to reproach the youngest for insulting his boyfriend, but closed it right back when he saw Junsu running back towards him.
“Chunnie! I want cotton candy!”
Yoochun smiled and tidied Junsu’s messed up hair. “Will you share it with me if I buy one for you?”
Junsu mused for a little while, before nodding ecstatically. “Half, half!” He grinned as he divided the imaginary candy in the air between them.
Yoochun’s smile widened and his hand slipped down to hold Junsu’s, bringing him to the candy booth.
“Let’s just go home and sober Junsu hyung,” Changmin proposed as he watched the two older adults from a distance.
Eunhyuk grunted, “Firstly, it’s impossible to drain the sugar in his body. Secondly, you’re gonna have to tow him back, which unless you take pleasure in having teeth sunk into your arm, I suggest you drop that idea.”
Changmin moaned, “Why did I even get myself in this mess?”
“Aww. It’s not that bad. You have to admit he’s rather cute like this. And Yoochun’s taking care of him anyway.”
“But…”
“Come on! Since we’re here, let’s have some fun!” Eunhyuk dragged the speechless man towards a roller coaster, not even bothering to inform Yoochun, who was least concerned about them anyway.
/
“Junsu! Stop running! No! Don’t go near that! It’s dangerous! Junsu!”
Suddenly, Junsu stopped and stared questioningly at the ride in front of him. “Chunnie, why is that merry-go-round standing?” He pointed, taking another bite of the fluffy, sweet confection he was holding.
Yoochun finally caught up. Still panting, he reached out to clean the remains of the candy on both sides of Junsu’s mouth, “Baby, that’s a ferris wheel.”
“It’s goes all the way to the sky!” Junsu exclaimed, making the older man chortle in amusement.
Still hand in hand, Yoochun pulled the amazed boy, who was still watching the revolving wheel, towards the ticket man.
“I’ll like to book this ride for the rest of the day,” Yoochun stated calmly, receiving a completely contrasting response.
“I… I can’t hold decisions here,” the man replied, after recovering from seconds of shock.
After a short negotiation with the supervisor and a signed million dollar cheque, Yoochun and Junsu were finally alone on the gigantic rotating device. A conspicuous signboard printed ‘Unavailable’ was placed in front of the queue booth, preventing public admittance.
Junsu squealed in surprise when the ferris wheel started moving. Gluing himself to Yoochun, he gripped tight onto the other’s shirt. Yoochun wrapped his arms around Junsu, gently rocking him to calm him down.
He was then reminded of the first time he held Junsu that same way.
/ Flashback
Tightening his arms around the crying man, Yoochun smiled when Junsu returned the hug. Comforting words entered Junsu’s ears gently as he continued to rock the crying man in his arms. Their body heat coalesced to bring warmth in the dark cold room.
Yoochun smiled when he saw Junsu stop crying and was even closing his eyes within the little embrace. He felt trusted, like Junsu was actually opening up to him…
“Would you like me to play you a piece I recently composed, Junsu?”
“Junsu?” The professor flinched, rather surprised at his student addressing him in that manner.
“Yah I consoled you! Can’t I have the benefit of calling you by your name?”
Junsu pondered for a second before nodding his head. Figuring that he did like the idea of a new friend, he softly replied, “Only you.”
/ End flashback
Yoochun frowned upon remembering that this benefit was now shared with Changmin. Just then, he felt a light push between his brows.
“Chunnie, don’t frown. I like the smiling Chunnie better.”
Yoochun eased his expression into a smile and pecked Junsu on his forehead. At least Changmin didn’t get to be called ‘Chunnie’ like he did. Not like ‘Minnie’ sounded nice anyway, he noted. He then shuddered at the thought of Mick(e)y and Minnie together.
“Baby,” - ah and Changmin didn’t get to call Junsu ‘baby’ either - “Do you know that if you make a wish right at the highest point of this ride, the angels will grant your wish?”
“Really!” Junsu’s eyes shone excitement that resembled a child who had just been promised a marshmallow. Yoochun nodded, his eyes studying the toffee features of his most beloved. His heart was pumping blood decade times faster than it should be, for ‘little Junsu’ was being twice more endearing than usual.
As the ferris wheel drew near to the peak, it eventually slowed down to a placid stop, right how Yoochun had instructed. The man had figured that the best way to preclude Junsu from running around dangerously around the theme park was to keep him far (and in this case, real high) from the ground.
Junsu clumsily heaved away from the other’s side and looked outside the metal casement, competently overcoming his earlier fear of the elevation. Yoochun promptly reached out to stabilise the lumbering boy, holding onto his arm like how an overly concerned father would to his son, just in case the boy really did fell out of the carriage like a whole dramatic twist. Or in case the two writers had no inspiration anymore thus decided to end it with Junsu's death in the middle of nowhere.
“Are we at the top now?” a keen Junsu asked, his fingers clasping hard onto the steel barriers.
“Yeah,” Yoochun replied calmly, his whole mind yet fundamentally worried about Junsu’s safety.
“So if I make my wish now, it will come true?”
Yoochun chuckled, “That depends. If you’re wishing for something bad, the angels won’t listen to you.”
An adoring smile found its way to Junsu’s lips as he sat down properly, finally putting Yoochun at ease. His little palms pressed against each other and his fingers crossed primly to an inter-clenched fist. Closing his eyes, Junsu launched to make his one and only wish.
Yoochun sighed blissfully, and silently, not wanting to disturb the other. He didn’t have to make any wish, for his had already come true - Junsu by his side, heavenly, happy, perfect and all for him to love.
They had gone through so much…
The brush away of Junsu’s shades;
Their first direct eye contact;
Playing the piano for Junsu in the music room;
Watching a basketball match together for the first time;
Fireworks at the beach;
Yoochun confession;
Junsu’s rejection;
Paper hearts;
First kiss at Underwater World;
Elimination of a particular Keita;
Rescuing Junsu from an accident;
Sitting in the rain with Junsu bandaging his arm;
From being Junsu’s sweetheart,
To being Junsu’s Chunnie…
“I hope my wish comes true!” Junsu’s enchanting voice ended his entertained wish.
“What did you wish for?” Yoochun asked, holding the flailing arms down.
“I can’t tell you!” Junsu broke away from Yoochun’s brace and covered his mouth hurriedly.
“But if you don’t say it out, the angels won’t be able to hear you.” Yoochun bit his lips at that lie. He just, had to know what Junsu wished for.
Junsu pondered as he started to play with his fingers. After considering that he did want his wish to come true, he looked up at Yoochun expectantly with a shy little smile.
“I wished that Chunnie will be the happiest person in the world. Then he will never frown ever again. And I'll get to see the Chunnie I like everyday!”
Yoochun dropped his jaws, dumbfounded. Junsu had used his wish on him. His beautiful amazing angel whom he loved so incredibly much had spent his only wish on Park Yoochun, the commoner. Maybe a rich one, but still.
“Chunnie, what did you wish for?”
“Give me a kiss and I’ll tell you,” Yoochun grinned cheekily. To his delight, Junsu freely wrapped his arms around his neck and placed an innocent trusting kiss on the redden cheek.
Yoochun smiled, pulling Junsu closer to himself, “I wished that Junsu will be happier than Yoochun.”
Junsu laughed, bringing the cheer straight into Yoochun’s heart. Oh how much he loved this angel. For once, he hoped that his wish would come true rather than Junsu’s. Junsu deserved to be happy much more than he did. In fact Junsu deserved to be the happiest cherub in the whole wide world.
They continued to marvel at the magnificent scenery until Junsu decided he was tired. Yawning, he found himself a comfortable position on Yoochun’s lap. Within seconds, he was sound asleep.
As if by instincts, Yoochun began to pat affectionately on Junsu’s shoulder, humming a soft little lullaby. Now and then, he’d poke lightly at the sleeper’s cheeks and giggle at the twitching expression.
An hour passed and the descending of the sun below the horizon marked the soon arrival of the dark night skies.
Junsu finally felt like waking up. Stirring in his position, he flipped his eyes open, only to see a half-smiling Yoochun looking back at him.
Despite feeling groggy, Junsu smiled back at the handsome face, “Hello.”
Yoochun gave what seemed like a confused look, “Junsu, who am I?”
Junsu grinned, sitting up on the seat beside Yoochun. A soft cry escaped Yoochun’s lips as he felt his numb legs ache when Junsu moved away. The younger man chuckled knowingly and helped to massage the anaesthetized laps. “Park Yoochun, my sexy handsome baby.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened as he felt his aorta burst. “Yah! Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend!”
“Swallowed him,” Junsu grinned smugly as he gently clobbered the sore laps, “But I reckoned you’ll miss him too much so I decided to replace him.”
“Damn, you’re sober already?” Yoochun sulked as he lowered his head, his eyes concentrating on Junsu’s rubdown along his laps.
Junsu tittered. “You don’t sound very happy,” he teased, ending the little reflexology with a frisky tap.
“Duh. I was just starting to enjoy the consistent Chunnies…” Still moping, Yoochun continued to mumble to himself.
“Yoochun is Junsu’s Chunnie,” Junsu reasoned ineffectually. Not hearing a reply from the other, he tilted his head and tried to peek at Yoochun’s expression.
Bending his body ninety degrees, Junsu strained to peer at Yoochun’s hidden face. Just before he could validate whether what was on the other’s face was a smile or a pout, the ferris wheel began to move unexpectedly.
Junsu shrieked, flying out of his seat due to his inapt sitting posture. Fortunately, Yoochun’s quick reflex had him reaching out immediately to pull the boy back onto his barely-recovered laps.
“I didn’t know ducks fly, you gawky kamo butt!”
“Yah! I was trying to cheer you up!” Junsu pouted and crossed his arms.
Yoochun smirked, “By looking at my face? Oh come on, you were cheering yourself up.”
“At least I wasn’t looking at your butt, pervert.”
“Well, your butt is mine. So I was looking at my own butt!” Yoochun’s smirk revolved into a wide grin.
“Oh so your butt is mine too?”
“My butt is solely mine, baby.”
“That’s so unfair! My butt is yours and your butt is yours too! Fine, you can have two butts! Monster.”
[Sorry for this moment of wtf-ness.]
Yoochun laughed, before looking at Junsu oh-so-seductively, “Monster’s gonna eat you up.”
And the next thing Junsu knew, he was being devoured.
.
..
...
“Hello? That’s been two whole minutes! Are we invisible or what?”
“I think my eyes are burning, Hyukie hyung!”
“Aww poor thing. But some people are just too caught up in their own kissy-kissy kiss world to notice us at all!”
The kissing couple pulled back, only to realise that they were already at the bottom of the ferris wheel, with Eunhyuk and Changmin staring at them incredulously outside the carriage.
Junsu covered his face and dunked his head into Yoochun’s chest, hiding the blush that was wounding all the way up his cheeks. The other, contrastingly, had a proud grin in his face, all satisfied from the demonstration of affection and least embarrassed at getting caught.
Chuckling, he looked down at the flushed Junsu again, whose lips were now pink and swollen. Giving into his desire, he openly stole one more kiss from Junsu before helping him out of the carriage, congregating with their two irritated friends.
“Changmin, let’s just go. They look way too full for dinner.”
“Eunhyuk shut up!” Junsu bit his lips nervously, to which Yoochun jolted in taunted unrest.
“What? Your boyfriend totally looks like he wants to bed…”
“EUNHYUK!”
"Fine. Last one, are you still a virgin?”
Slap, and down to the restaurant.
/
Yoochun smiled as he knocked on the door.
He had successfully conned convinced Junsu into staying over at his house for the night.
“What if the sugar isn’t fully drained yet? You might start playing with knives in the middle of the night thinking they’re teddy bears!”
Lame excuse hooked the sheep anyway.
The door lightly swung open and Yoochun had to swallow his emerging heart and clear his head. Junsu was standing at the doorway, pouting cutely and in Yoochun’s bathrobe. One that he never wore because it was pink and thus hung in the other room. The younger boy must had found inside the wardrobe.
“Chunnie!” Junsu’s pout twisted into a smile, making Yoochun’s lungs constrict that instant. “I was bored out of my wits! You coming in?”
Yoochun nodded, slightly dazed, and felt himself being pulled into the room.
“Thanks for letting me stay over. You have a nice guest room.” Junsu grinned, dragging the host in.
“Guest room? Oh, right.” Yoochun smiled sheepishly. It was actually his room, one room away from his actual room and two rooms away from the other bedroom beside the room he was going to sleep in (he had a different room for every night of the week).
- Basically, another one of Yoochun’s rooms.
“Junsu.”
“Hm?” Junsu mumbled as he left Yoochun’s side and walked towards the windows.
“Junsu…”
“Hmm?” He repeated, still softly so as not to spoil the captivating silence, apart from Yoochun’s cooings in the background. His hands reached out to the white silk curtains, fancying for some night view.
“Yah!”
The loud exclamation had Junsu jump in surprise. Turning back to look at the man resting on the bed, he asked anxiously, “What’s wrong!”
“Why are you so far away from me!” Yoochun hovered his arms at the younger boy.
“I’m less than five metres away from you!” Junsu exclaimed.
“I don’t care! Come back here right now!”
“No.”
“WHAT? YOU COME HERE OR I’M GOING TO DRAG YOU HERE MYSELF!”
“Nuh uh!” Junsu laughed, tugging at the curtains behind him. Really, if he really had to make a choice, then let Yoochun haul him to divan.
“You…!”
Junsu squeaked when he saw Yoochun jump off the bed. Pulling the curtains apart, he ran behind the silky hangings and hid within it.
Yoochun began to play with the cloths, trying to get hold of his prey while Junsu wriggled around, covering his own mouth to stop a giggle from escaping.
Then, silence dominated the room, leaving Junsu to wonder if Yoochun would scare him suddenly by appearing beside him. He gripped onto his bathrobe nervously, preparing himself for the worst.
It was when Yoochun didn’t make a single sound for nearly a minute did the boy start to worry.
Attempting to look through the opaque drapes, he cried out softly, “Yoochun?” Receiving no reply, Junsu began to struggle his way out, only to realise that he was all tangled up in the thin layer of fabric.
Suddenly, a pair of arms found its way around Junsu’s delicate waist, separated by the white smooth curtains. That caught Junsu off guard, and he released a faint high pitched yelp.
“Don’t run away from me,” Yoochun’s deep husky whisper came calmly from behind the curtains, freezing Junsu’s unexpected mind. “You can’t. You belong to me.”
“Your eyes are mine. Your lips are mine,” Yoochun continued, caressing Junsu in every vicinity mentioned. Junsu responded with a soft subliminal “hm”, closing his eyes and welcoming Yoochun’s every touch divided by the sleek white silk.
“Your butt is mine. Your whole body is mine.” With an impromptu diminuendo, he drew in a deep breath of air and sighed, “Your heart is mine and only mine.”
Junsu bit his lips, thankful for the partition between Yoochun and himself, so the other couldn’t see his ruddiness. Surrounded only by white textile, he couldn’t see the man hugging him, yet all he felt was Yoochun’s temperature.
“I am head over heels in love with you, Junsu.”
Junsu opened his mouth to say something, anything. Maybe confess his feelings to Yoochun pass the hangings, like the other did.
However, Yoochun took the chance before he could speak. “I’d really kiss you through these curtains but they haven’t been washed for months and I don’t fancy eating germs.”
“Huh?” Junsu apparently did not catch the hint.
Yoochun could literally see Junsu’s blur expression behind those curtains, of which he wanted to yank away so badly so that he could see his lover already.
And so he did.
With one violent tug, the buckram headed curtains came loose from their hooks and was sent drifting all the way on to the floor.
Junsu shrieked as the cloths fell to his feet without warning. Before he could ask what happened, Yoochun came crashing towards him.
-Sugar high alert-
“Get out… fro… from there…” Yoochun uttered incoherently into Junsu’s mouth amongst the ferocious kiss.
Junsu thrashed about clumsily, his trapped feet tussling with the fallen sheets, while his tongue engaged in another battle.
“I… can’t…” was all Junsu mumbled before he felt himself being lifted up by the waist. His legs spontaneously raised and tucked snugly behind Yoochun’s back while his hands ventured to the rear of Yoochun’s neck, letting his sturdy boyfriend carry him and make an escape from those curtains. All this while, their lips never parted.
-Exceedingly high alert-
“Jun… su…” Yoochun finally drew away, only to feel sorry immediately and hurriedly went back to the wet lips.
Junsu giggled into the kiss, before pushing away from the passionate man. “What?”
Yoochun ignored him, trying to push back into the kiss.
However, Junsu repelled by pressing his hands on the other’s chest, pushing Yoochun away. “What?” He asked again, in a playful tone this time.
-Danger-
Yoochun gave up and carried Junsu towards the bed. Lightly throwing the smaller sized boy onto the soft warm nest, he stared at his lover dangerously, “Junsu…”
Junsu continued laughing, “What what what what what!”
“The next time your best friend asks you that question, you got to say no.”
“What?”
“You heard me. So. Do you want to take a bath first or…”
//
Genre: Romance {Yaoi}, Drama.
Characters: Yoochun, Junsu, Changmin.
Pairing: Yoochun & Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: Kim Junsu, a professor who has yet to turn twenty one, is being transferred to a new university, where he finds a music room on his first day after a conflict with a student. He begins to frequent the room to play the piano, oblivious that it actually belongs to somebody else. An anonymous painter starts leaving paintings on top of the instrument, of which Junsu finds himself closely associated with - both the paintings and the artist.
Yoochun, prince of the school, is jealous and upset at the drop in his popularity after Junsu's grand arrival. However, he soon falls in love with the adorable professor and goes all out to win his heart. But what Prince Charming has to learn is that happily-ever-afters do not exist in reality.
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
11: Yoochun's flavour
12: Deadly Resuscitation
13: Offroad Trust
Chapter 14: Exceeding High Alert
“Where is my Junsu!”
“Hyung, we’re ten minutes early. And it’s all your fault that I skipped one meal for this!” Changmin grumbled, while his stomach growled in unison.
“Excuse my ignorance, but didn’t you just finished one burger, two waffles and three milk shakes before we reached this cafe,” Yoochun narrowed his eyes, “Using my money.”
Yoochun made sure to have emphasized his last point. Not that he minded actually, when he had surpluses of those riches. Along with the fact that Changmin was like a younger brother to him (although he was tremendously thankful that Changmin wasn’t really one, for he was certain that the Park family’s wealth would have ran out by then, courtesy of food). It was meant to make the younger one supposedly guiltier than he already was.
“That was low tea! And I’m supposed to have my middle tea before this high tea.” Changmin replied innocently, rubbing his stomach to pacify the depressed organ, totally oblivious to Yoochun’s direction of words.
The man shook his head, regretting every decision of bringing Changmin, of all people. It was equivalent to throwing his wallet away.
“Boo!”
“AHHHHH!!!!”
Silence overtook the café as everybody turned to look at the source of the scream.
Yoochun felt a hand over his mouth while Changmin swallowed nervously before nodding apologetically to the audience.
“Park Yoochun, you’re such a coward,” came a voice behind him. Not even turning back, Yoochun swept away the hand at his mouth and pouted, “I hate you Junsu.”
“Aww Junsu, he hates you.”
Yoochun flinched at the new voice, which was quickly followed by a laughter shared between it and Junsu’s dolphin squeaks.
Looking up, Yoochun saw a young man grinning brightly back at him, his arm resting casually on Junsu’s shoulders. That man was undoubtedly, Junsu’s best friend - Eunhyuk.
“Yah! I may hate him but he’s still mine!” Yoochun stood up and reached his hand out from where he was sitting, summarily snatching Junsu and pulling the small guy closer to himself.
The two friends laughed while Changmin rolled his eyes in his seat.
“Don’t worry man. Junsu is way off my type.” The newcomer laughed, suffering a push from Junsu soon after.
“Professor Kim!” Changmin smiled in his seat.
The professor returned a smile equally sweet and nodded, “Changmin, you may call me Junsu here.”
“Hey! I’m supposed to the only one with that privilege!” Yoochun objected.
Successfully shutting Yoochun up by stroking two fingers across his cheek seductively, Junsu then continued without faltering, “This is Eunhyuk. Eunhyuk, that’s Changmin. My student. One of my top students in fact.” Changmin and Eunhyuk exchanged little nods and subtle smiles.
Yoochun bit his lips in defeat, still rather heart-dazed by the affectionate cheek stroke. Junsu’s touches were apparently lethal attacks he could never combat against. Looking up from his seat at his lover powerlessly, he waited to be introduced as well. However, Junsu kept quiet, ignoring his soliciting look on purpose.
“You must be Yoochun,” Eunhyuk spoke up, turning the man’s head towards him. “Can’t believe you’re actually dating my slave.” He then chuckled and quickly dodged before Junsu’s fist came flying over.
Yoochun stood up, “Well, you better believe it.” He then swiftly pulled Junsu in for a short lip lock, as if to prove their relationship to the highly entertained friend.
Junsu flushed into a cute cherry red, his knees turning weak from Yoochun’s proper greeting - as the other would have called it. He was thankful that the older man was actually holding onto his arm when they pulled back, for he was quite sure he would have collapsed without the support.
“Kim Junsu, you’re such a loser!” Eunhyuk ribbed. Junsu pouted, only to end up in a pout fight with him. An amused Yoochun watched his adorable boyfriend battle, pushing back every desire to take those protruding lips for himself. Joining the table, Eunhyuk mechanically took a seat across where Yoochun was sitting while Junsu shared the two-seater bench with Yoochun.
All Changmin was concerned about was where all the waitresses were.
A lady soon came over much to his relief. All of them except Junsu ordered soft drinks, him asking for some iced water instead, while the youngest went on with his Oreo cheesecakes, cream puffs, tuna pies, sundaes and pizzas which left Eunhyuk wondering if they were expecting more company.
“So, what plans do you have for now?” Junsu asked his best friend, who apparently had not gotten over Changmin’s overwhelming menu.
“Ah… Settle down and find a job.”
“A job?”
“Probably a soccer coach. My football scholarship may hopefully be a pull,” Eunhyuk replied as he watched the waitress serve the drinks. Yoochun’s vanilla ice cream soda with added sprite was sparkling and gassing over the brim, while Junsu’s plain water lay still in its glass.
“Hey we haven’t had a game in a long time!” Junsu droned. “My red jersey is turning green from algae!”
Yoochun giggled at the slight memory of Junsu in his jersey, and was even more surprised that he actually missed that red wrapping on himself too. Junsu had kindly given the jersey to Yoochun ‘for memories’, and all he did was to case that shirt up in a bravura gem-crusted frame.
Picking up the colourless drink which had finally stopped fizzing, Yoochun poured a mouthful of the sweet beverage onto the expecting tongue, and was more than pleased when his taste buds responded in satisfaction.
Junsu and Eunhyuk continued nattering, with occasional interruptions by Yoochun demanding for kisses suddenly for no reason at all and refusing to keep quiet until Junsu fulfilled his wish.
On the other hand, Changmin continued savouring his pastry in silent contentment.
It didn’t take long for Junsu to feel his throat dry from all the talking and reach for his glass. Taking a big gulp of the cold drink incautiously, he began to cough and choke the moment the icy contents reached out to him.
Yoochun began to panic, and cooed the younger boy by rubbing his back in circles and asking him to swallow slowly. When the young man finally regained composure, he covered his mouth and looked over to Eunhyuk anxiously.
“I drank Yoochun’s soda,” he passed in a guilty whisper.
Before Yoochun could ensure the man that he didn’t mind at all, the edgy best friend erupted without notice.
“YOU WHAT!?”
Junsu frowned, feeling slightly dizzy. The sugar rush was taking effect way faster that it should be.
“Hey, is there something I should know?” Yoochun questioned, apparently worried about what was happening. Even Changmin had stopped whispering sweet nothings to his newly ordered sundae and peeled his eyes away from the beauty to comprehend the situation.
“Junsu can never -repeat NEVER- touch sugar drinks,” Eunhyuk gasped, not taking his eyes away from the lightheaded boy, who was now leaning on Yoochun’s chest within protective arms.
“Why! Is he diabetic?!” Yoochun hollered without thinking.
“And what happens if he does?” Changmin changed the question intellectually.
“Oh my god…” Eunhyuk was discontinued by a sudden high pitched wail.
Yoochun jerked in surprise and held Junsu up to sit straight, “Baby, what’s wrong!”
Junsu squirmed restlessly in his seat, discounting the worried man. Just then, he caught sight of the strawberry ice cream served with vanilla whipped cream and chopped cashew nuts sitting in front of Changmin. A wide grin plastered his pretty face as his hands shot towards the untouched (yet) dessert.
“YAH!” Changmin fearfully lifted up the glass dish and pulled it away from Junsu. Not wanting to risk his sundae, he hurriedly took the spoon and began to wolf the ice cream down his throat.
“Give me!” Junsu whined as he stretched over the table. Tears began to form in his eyes.
“Oh no…” Eunhyuk winced, “Give it to him! Give it to him!”
Yoochun was in a disarray. His eyes darted from Junsu to the sundae to Eunhyuk and back to Junsu again. “Give it to him!” He repeated the instructions anxiously without even knowing what was happening. It was probably wise to listen to whatever Eunhyuk was saying now. “CHANGMIN GIVE IT TO HIM!! I’LL BUY YOU ANOTHER ONE!!”
Slightly surprised by Yoochun’s outburst, Changmin stopped his gobbling and looked at the struggling man. Unwillingly, he gave in and surrendered the half eaten treat over to Junsu, who devoured it straight away.
Yoochun shook his head in disbelief as he watched Junsu making a mess out of the pink frozen dessert.
“Explain. This. To. Me. Now.”
/
Shortly after, Junsu had managed to drag the other three into a theme park. The fervent boy giggled at floating balloons and waved to every stranger he met, who had all kindly waved back at the sweet lad.
For unknown reasons, sugar beverages intoxicated Kim Junsu powerfully. One swig and the young man would become a hyperactive five year old. Eunhyuk had also divulged that once the restless man started crying, it’d take more than just strawberry sundaes to stop those tears.
“Oh god. That idiot is embarassing me.” Changmin zipped his bright yellow mackintosh all the way up and pulled the hood over his face, hoping to camouflage into the yellow walls around him. It turned out worse though, since more people turned to look at the suspicious banana under the scorching sun.
Yoochun opened his mouth to reproach the youngest for insulting his boyfriend, but closed it right back when he saw Junsu running back towards him.
“Chunnie! I want cotton candy!”
Yoochun smiled and tidied Junsu’s messed up hair. “Will you share it with me if I buy one for you?”
Junsu mused for a little while, before nodding ecstatically. “Half, half!” He grinned as he divided the imaginary candy in the air between them.
Yoochun’s smile widened and his hand slipped down to hold Junsu’s, bringing him to the candy booth.
“Let’s just go home and sober Junsu hyung,” Changmin proposed as he watched the two older adults from a distance.
Eunhyuk grunted, “Firstly, it’s impossible to drain the sugar in his body. Secondly, you’re gonna have to tow him back, which unless you take pleasure in having teeth sunk into your arm, I suggest you drop that idea.”
Changmin moaned, “Why did I even get myself in this mess?”
“Aww. It’s not that bad. You have to admit he’s rather cute like this. And Yoochun’s taking care of him anyway.”
“But…”
“Come on! Since we’re here, let’s have some fun!” Eunhyuk dragged the speechless man towards a roller coaster, not even bothering to inform Yoochun, who was least concerned about them anyway.
/
“Junsu! Stop running! No! Don’t go near that! It’s dangerous! Junsu!”
Suddenly, Junsu stopped and stared questioningly at the ride in front of him. “Chunnie, why is that merry-go-round standing?” He pointed, taking another bite of the fluffy, sweet confection he was holding.
Yoochun finally caught up. Still panting, he reached out to clean the remains of the candy on both sides of Junsu’s mouth, “Baby, that’s a ferris wheel.”
“It’s goes all the way to the sky!” Junsu exclaimed, making the older man chortle in amusement.
Still hand in hand, Yoochun pulled the amazed boy, who was still watching the revolving wheel, towards the ticket man.
“I’ll like to book this ride for the rest of the day,” Yoochun stated calmly, receiving a completely contrasting response.
“I… I can’t hold decisions here,” the man replied, after recovering from seconds of shock.
After a short negotiation with the supervisor and a signed million dollar cheque, Yoochun and Junsu were finally alone on the gigantic rotating device. A conspicuous signboard printed ‘Unavailable’ was placed in front of the queue booth, preventing public admittance.
Junsu squealed in surprise when the ferris wheel started moving. Gluing himself to Yoochun, he gripped tight onto the other’s shirt. Yoochun wrapped his arms around Junsu, gently rocking him to calm him down.
He was then reminded of the first time he held Junsu that same way.
/ Flashback
Tightening his arms around the crying man, Yoochun smiled when Junsu returned the hug. Comforting words entered Junsu’s ears gently as he continued to rock the crying man in his arms. Their body heat coalesced to bring warmth in the dark cold room.
Yoochun smiled when he saw Junsu stop crying and was even closing his eyes within the little embrace. He felt trusted, like Junsu was actually opening up to him…
“Would you like me to play you a piece I recently composed, Junsu?”
“Junsu?” The professor flinched, rather surprised at his student addressing him in that manner.
“Yah I consoled you! Can’t I have the benefit of calling you by your name?”
Junsu pondered for a second before nodding his head. Figuring that he did like the idea of a new friend, he softly replied, “Only you.”
/ End flashback
Yoochun frowned upon remembering that this benefit was now shared with Changmin. Just then, he felt a light push between his brows.
“Chunnie, don’t frown. I like the smiling Chunnie better.”
Yoochun eased his expression into a smile and pecked Junsu on his forehead. At least Changmin didn’t get to be called ‘Chunnie’ like he did. Not like ‘Minnie’ sounded nice anyway, he noted. He then shuddered at the thought of Mick(e)y and Minnie together.
“Baby,” - ah and Changmin didn’t get to call Junsu ‘baby’ either - “Do you know that if you make a wish right at the highest point of this ride, the angels will grant your wish?”
“Really!” Junsu’s eyes shone excitement that resembled a child who had just been promised a marshmallow. Yoochun nodded, his eyes studying the toffee features of his most beloved. His heart was pumping blood decade times faster than it should be, for ‘little Junsu’ was being twice more endearing than usual.
As the ferris wheel drew near to the peak, it eventually slowed down to a placid stop, right how Yoochun had instructed. The man had figured that the best way to preclude Junsu from running around dangerously around the theme park was to keep him far (and in this case, real high) from the ground.
Junsu clumsily heaved away from the other’s side and looked outside the metal casement, competently overcoming his earlier fear of the elevation. Yoochun promptly reached out to stabilise the lumbering boy, holding onto his arm like how an overly concerned father would to his son, just in case the boy really did fell out of the carriage like a whole dramatic twist. Or in case the two writers had no inspiration anymore thus decided to end it with Junsu's death in the middle of nowhere.
“Are we at the top now?” a keen Junsu asked, his fingers clasping hard onto the steel barriers.
“Yeah,” Yoochun replied calmly, his whole mind yet fundamentally worried about Junsu’s safety.
“So if I make my wish now, it will come true?”
Yoochun chuckled, “That depends. If you’re wishing for something bad, the angels won’t listen to you.”
An adoring smile found its way to Junsu’s lips as he sat down properly, finally putting Yoochun at ease. His little palms pressed against each other and his fingers crossed primly to an inter-clenched fist. Closing his eyes, Junsu launched to make his one and only wish.
Yoochun sighed blissfully, and silently, not wanting to disturb the other. He didn’t have to make any wish, for his had already come true - Junsu by his side, heavenly, happy, perfect and all for him to love.
They had gone through so much…
The brush away of Junsu’s shades;
Their first direct eye contact;
Playing the piano for Junsu in the music room;
Watching a basketball match together for the first time;
Fireworks at the beach;
Yoochun confession;
Junsu’s rejection;
Paper hearts;
First kiss at Underwater World;
Elimination of a particular Keita;
Rescuing Junsu from an accident;
Sitting in the rain with Junsu bandaging his arm;
From being Junsu’s sweetheart,
To being Junsu’s Chunnie…
“I hope my wish comes true!” Junsu’s enchanting voice ended his entertained wish.
“What did you wish for?” Yoochun asked, holding the flailing arms down.
“I can’t tell you!” Junsu broke away from Yoochun’s brace and covered his mouth hurriedly.
“But if you don’t say it out, the angels won’t be able to hear you.” Yoochun bit his lips at that lie. He just, had to know what Junsu wished for.
Junsu pondered as he started to play with his fingers. After considering that he did want his wish to come true, he looked up at Yoochun expectantly with a shy little smile.
“I wished that Chunnie will be the happiest person in the world. Then he will never frown ever again. And I'll get to see the Chunnie I like everyday!”
Yoochun dropped his jaws, dumbfounded. Junsu had used his wish on him. His beautiful amazing angel whom he loved so incredibly much had spent his only wish on Park Yoochun, the commoner. Maybe a rich one, but still.
“Chunnie, what did you wish for?”
“Give me a kiss and I’ll tell you,” Yoochun grinned cheekily. To his delight, Junsu freely wrapped his arms around his neck and placed an innocent trusting kiss on the redden cheek.
Yoochun smiled, pulling Junsu closer to himself, “I wished that Junsu will be happier than Yoochun.”
Junsu laughed, bringing the cheer straight into Yoochun’s heart. Oh how much he loved this angel. For once, he hoped that his wish would come true rather than Junsu’s. Junsu deserved to be happy much more than he did. In fact Junsu deserved to be the happiest cherub in the whole wide world.
They continued to marvel at the magnificent scenery until Junsu decided he was tired. Yawning, he found himself a comfortable position on Yoochun’s lap. Within seconds, he was sound asleep.
As if by instincts, Yoochun began to pat affectionately on Junsu’s shoulder, humming a soft little lullaby. Now and then, he’d poke lightly at the sleeper’s cheeks and giggle at the twitching expression.
An hour passed and the descending of the sun below the horizon marked the soon arrival of the dark night skies.
Junsu finally felt like waking up. Stirring in his position, he flipped his eyes open, only to see a half-smiling Yoochun looking back at him.
Despite feeling groggy, Junsu smiled back at the handsome face, “Hello.”
Yoochun gave what seemed like a confused look, “Junsu, who am I?”
Junsu grinned, sitting up on the seat beside Yoochun. A soft cry escaped Yoochun’s lips as he felt his numb legs ache when Junsu moved away. The younger man chuckled knowingly and helped to massage the anaesthetized laps. “Park Yoochun, my sexy handsome baby.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened as he felt his aorta burst. “Yah! Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend!”
“Swallowed him,” Junsu grinned smugly as he gently clobbered the sore laps, “But I reckoned you’ll miss him too much so I decided to replace him.”
“Damn, you’re sober already?” Yoochun sulked as he lowered his head, his eyes concentrating on Junsu’s rubdown along his laps.
Junsu tittered. “You don’t sound very happy,” he teased, ending the little reflexology with a frisky tap.
“Duh. I was just starting to enjoy the consistent Chunnies…” Still moping, Yoochun continued to mumble to himself.
“Yoochun is Junsu’s Chunnie,” Junsu reasoned ineffectually. Not hearing a reply from the other, he tilted his head and tried to peek at Yoochun’s expression.
Bending his body ninety degrees, Junsu strained to peer at Yoochun’s hidden face. Just before he could validate whether what was on the other’s face was a smile or a pout, the ferris wheel began to move unexpectedly.
Junsu shrieked, flying out of his seat due to his inapt sitting posture. Fortunately, Yoochun’s quick reflex had him reaching out immediately to pull the boy back onto his barely-recovered laps.
“I didn’t know ducks fly, you gawky kamo butt!”
“Yah! I was trying to cheer you up!” Junsu pouted and crossed his arms.
Yoochun smirked, “By looking at my face? Oh come on, you were cheering yourself up.”
“At least I wasn’t looking at your butt, pervert.”
“Well, your butt is mine. So I was looking at my own butt!” Yoochun’s smirk revolved into a wide grin.
“Oh so your butt is mine too?”
“My butt is solely mine, baby.”
“That’s so unfair! My butt is yours and your butt is yours too! Fine, you can have two butts! Monster.”
[Sorry for this moment of wtf-ness.]
Yoochun laughed, before looking at Junsu oh-so-seductively, “Monster’s gonna eat you up.”
And the next thing Junsu knew, he was being devoured.
.
..
...
“Hello? That’s been two whole minutes! Are we invisible or what?”
“I think my eyes are burning, Hyukie hyung!”
“Aww poor thing. But some people are just too caught up in their own kissy-kissy kiss world to notice us at all!”
The kissing couple pulled back, only to realise that they were already at the bottom of the ferris wheel, with Eunhyuk and Changmin staring at them incredulously outside the carriage.
Junsu covered his face and dunked his head into Yoochun’s chest, hiding the blush that was wounding all the way up his cheeks. The other, contrastingly, had a proud grin in his face, all satisfied from the demonstration of affection and least embarrassed at getting caught.
Chuckling, he looked down at the flushed Junsu again, whose lips were now pink and swollen. Giving into his desire, he openly stole one more kiss from Junsu before helping him out of the carriage, congregating with their two irritated friends.
“Changmin, let’s just go. They look way too full for dinner.”
“Eunhyuk shut up!” Junsu bit his lips nervously, to which Yoochun jolted in taunted unrest.
“What? Your boyfriend totally looks like he wants to bed…”
“EUNHYUK!”
"Fine. Last one, are you still a virgin?”
Slap, and down to the restaurant.
/
Yoochun smiled as he knocked on the door.
He had successfully conned convinced Junsu into staying over at his house for the night.
“What if the sugar isn’t fully drained yet? You might start playing with knives in the middle of the night thinking they’re teddy bears!”
Lame excuse hooked the sheep anyway.
The door lightly swung open and Yoochun had to swallow his emerging heart and clear his head. Junsu was standing at the doorway, pouting cutely and in Yoochun’s bathrobe. One that he never wore because it was pink and thus hung in the other room. The younger boy must had found inside the wardrobe.
“Chunnie!” Junsu’s pout twisted into a smile, making Yoochun’s lungs constrict that instant. “I was bored out of my wits! You coming in?”
Yoochun nodded, slightly dazed, and felt himself being pulled into the room.
“Thanks for letting me stay over. You have a nice guest room.” Junsu grinned, dragging the host in.
“Guest room? Oh, right.” Yoochun smiled sheepishly. It was actually his room, one room away from his actual room and two rooms away from the other bedroom beside the room he was going to sleep in (he had a different room for every night of the week).
- Basically, another one of Yoochun’s rooms.
“Junsu.”
“Hm?” Junsu mumbled as he left Yoochun’s side and walked towards the windows.
“Junsu…”
“Hmm?” He repeated, still softly so as not to spoil the captivating silence, apart from Yoochun’s cooings in the background. His hands reached out to the white silk curtains, fancying for some night view.
“Yah!”
The loud exclamation had Junsu jump in surprise. Turning back to look at the man resting on the bed, he asked anxiously, “What’s wrong!”
“Why are you so far away from me!” Yoochun hovered his arms at the younger boy.
“I’m less than five metres away from you!” Junsu exclaimed.
“I don’t care! Come back here right now!”
“No.”
“WHAT? YOU COME HERE OR I’M GOING TO DRAG YOU HERE MYSELF!”
“Nuh uh!” Junsu laughed, tugging at the curtains behind him. Really, if he really had to make a choice, then let Yoochun haul him to divan.
“You…!”
Junsu squeaked when he saw Yoochun jump off the bed. Pulling the curtains apart, he ran behind the silky hangings and hid within it.
Yoochun began to play with the cloths, trying to get hold of his prey while Junsu wriggled around, covering his own mouth to stop a giggle from escaping.
Then, silence dominated the room, leaving Junsu to wonder if Yoochun would scare him suddenly by appearing beside him. He gripped onto his bathrobe nervously, preparing himself for the worst.
It was when Yoochun didn’t make a single sound for nearly a minute did the boy start to worry.
Attempting to look through the opaque drapes, he cried out softly, “Yoochun?” Receiving no reply, Junsu began to struggle his way out, only to realise that he was all tangled up in the thin layer of fabric.
Suddenly, a pair of arms found its way around Junsu’s delicate waist, separated by the white smooth curtains. That caught Junsu off guard, and he released a faint high pitched yelp.
“Don’t run away from me,” Yoochun’s deep husky whisper came calmly from behind the curtains, freezing Junsu’s unexpected mind. “You can’t. You belong to me.”
“Your eyes are mine. Your lips are mine,” Yoochun continued, caressing Junsu in every vicinity mentioned. Junsu responded with a soft subliminal “hm”, closing his eyes and welcoming Yoochun’s every touch divided by the sleek white silk.
“Your butt is mine. Your whole body is mine.” With an impromptu diminuendo, he drew in a deep breath of air and sighed, “Your heart is mine and only mine.”
Junsu bit his lips, thankful for the partition between Yoochun and himself, so the other couldn’t see his ruddiness. Surrounded only by white textile, he couldn’t see the man hugging him, yet all he felt was Yoochun’s temperature.
“I am head over heels in love with you, Junsu.”
Junsu opened his mouth to say something, anything. Maybe confess his feelings to Yoochun pass the hangings, like the other did.
However, Yoochun took the chance before he could speak. “I’d really kiss you through these curtains but they haven’t been washed for months and I don’t fancy eating germs.”
“Huh?” Junsu apparently did not catch the hint.
Yoochun could literally see Junsu’s blur expression behind those curtains, of which he wanted to yank away so badly so that he could see his lover already.
And so he did.
With one violent tug, the buckram headed curtains came loose from their hooks and was sent drifting all the way on to the floor.
Junsu shrieked as the cloths fell to his feet without warning. Before he could ask what happened, Yoochun came crashing towards him.
-Sugar high alert-
“Get out… fro… from there…” Yoochun uttered incoherently into Junsu’s mouth amongst the ferocious kiss.
Junsu thrashed about clumsily, his trapped feet tussling with the fallen sheets, while his tongue engaged in another battle.
“I… can’t…” was all Junsu mumbled before he felt himself being lifted up by the waist. His legs spontaneously raised and tucked snugly behind Yoochun’s back while his hands ventured to the rear of Yoochun’s neck, letting his sturdy boyfriend carry him and make an escape from those curtains. All this while, their lips never parted.
-Exceedingly high alert-
“Jun… su…” Yoochun finally drew away, only to feel sorry immediately and hurriedly went back to the wet lips.
Junsu giggled into the kiss, before pushing away from the passionate man. “What?”
Yoochun ignored him, trying to push back into the kiss.
However, Junsu repelled by pressing his hands on the other’s chest, pushing Yoochun away. “What?” He asked again, in a playful tone this time.
-Danger-
Yoochun gave up and carried Junsu towards the bed. Lightly throwing the smaller sized boy onto the soft warm nest, he stared at his lover dangerously, “Junsu…”
Junsu continued laughing, “What what what what what!”
“The next time your best friend asks you that question, you got to say no.”
“What?”
“You heard me. So. Do you want to take a bath first or…”
//