[Fanfic] The Rooftop
The Rooftop
The bell rang and the students could be heard scurrying around. Some meeting their friends at their lunch table some by their classroom door and Junsu was running like mad through the halls.
He had the bento box tucked safely in his arms and was running through the kids, screaming at the people to get out of his way. A few twists and turns and he came to a skidding stop in front of a classroom. Stopping to catch his breath, he was hunched over, head bent but still his eye sight was fixated on the boy sitting at the corner of the classroom who was engrossed in his phone. Junsu smiled and straightened up.
Today was the day. Today he was going to march in there and give him the bento box he has been making since the start of his high school life; it was already senior year and nothing. He had always made it to the classroom and like an idiot he would stand there till the bell would signal that lunch was over and then he would have an empty stomach all day and a bento that had gone bad. But not today. Today he was gonna march in there….right after he started to breath, because Yoochun just smiled at something and yeah…right after he learned to breath again.
He was staring and zoning out again when someone walked in passed him and bumped his shoulder; automatically Junsu turned sharply and pulled the guy by the shoulder.
“Hey watch where you’re going. You bumped me there.” And he gave a glare the boy took one look at him and bowed profusely.
“Sorry, sorry, It wont happen again.” And he scurried back into the classroom. Junsu just rolled his eyes. High school kids…drove him nuts! Mind you he drove himself nuts at times too. He felt sorry for people who dealt with kids their age.
Somewhere in the back of his head while he was contemplating the reason teenagers were there for the bell rang and he was again just right outside the classroom door which was beginning to fill up with students returning from their lunch, and once again he was going to end up going home hungry with a molding bento box.
An unconscious twitch developed on his left eye and he was debating on just marching there and grabbing Mr. Adonis by his hair and just dragging him to the roof top and just having his way with him.
Somewhere in his fantasy he heard an ouch and then he blinked only to come alive right in the middle of Yoochuns classroom and clutching a handful of Yoochuns dark locks in his fist.
“Can we help you?” came the voice of the teacher across the room, Junsu just flushed and turned to face the adult, Yoochuns hair still clutched firmly in his fist.
“Ouch!” Yoochun winced as Junsu dragged his head around like a sack of flour.
“Well?” the teacher prompted once more, shaking Junsu awake.
“No that’s ok. I just needed to um…talk to Yoochun here” and he yanked Yoochuns head up and the poor guy just kept wincing trying to pry Junsus fingers off his poor head.
“…so yeah as you can see I have him,” and again he tugged real hard at Yoochun to show the teacher,
“We shall be on our way now. Sorry to disturb your class” And he just walked toward the door like a robot, Yoochun merely followed along, winching as Junsu gave a particularly hard tug at his hair.
The door closed behind them and the room was left in complete and total quiet hum. Everyone asking if what just really happened, happened.
The trip to the roof of the school was the longest most agonizing one Yoochun has ever had to take in his life to date.
He was completely at loss, he remembers seen Junsu at their classroom door during lunch all the time, but not once had he talked to him, actually no one has ever talked to him from his class, most were afraid.
After all it was some random guy in front of their classroom door staring off into space with a creepy dreamlike smile holding a very vibrant pink bento box decorated with the cutest little sheep and bunnies on it. It was a sight that no one forgot but also one that no one wanted to talk to.
And now having said weirdo drag him by his hair up the roof of the school was something…well Yoochun didn’t even have words to describe it. Aside form it hurt.
The sun greeted him first thing and then he made it to the middle and let go of Yoochuns hair. Well as fate would have it. Today was the day…now if only it had gone how he had imagined…ok so it had gone how he had imagined…just not the one he had imagined a thousand times.
He was supposed to go in and then hide the bento behind his back, and blush profoundly with his head bowed and stutter while pulling out the bento that was hidden behind his legs and as he asked Yoochun to accept the bento he had made with love and devotion.
He was supposed to have Yoochun reach under his chin lift his face up and then as their eye would lock Yoochun was supposed to smile lean real close like to his ear and whisper to him in that deep bedroom voice of his, that he would ‘love to have the bento and Junsu for desert’ and then Junsu was supposed to have blushed all pretty like and then all of Yoochuns classroom would cheer for them.
Then they were supposed to have walked home together hand in hand since Yoochun would be a gentleman and walk him home, and now he had ruined it. Junsu felt tears forming at the corners of his eyes but he refused to let them fall.
Yoochun stood stock still, he was afraid to move and the other guy was just standing there and looking like he was about to cry, he was so lost, what the hell was he supposed to do?
Yoochun had been dragged here by said guy now said guy was crying…did he comfort him? Aish!
“Um…” he settled for breaking the silence.
“Here!” and then that bright neon pink bento with little animals was thrusted in his hands, and the other guy was looking down but Yoochun could still see the guys ears red as tomatoes.
“Um…” and he looked at the bento in his hands, trying to figure out what to say.
“I made it! And I would like it if you could take it! Please, please, you don’t even have to eat it, you can throw it away, just don’t give it back! Please!!” and Junsu raised his head up and his face was red and streaked with tears.
The wind blew and suddenly as if realizing something the guy in front of Yoochun just took a step backwards and then turned on his heel and ran for the door, leaving Yoochun all alone on the roof top, bright pink bento in hand and during his math class.
Three days and no creepy guy at their classroom door, three days and Yoochun still had the pink bento, except it was empty, he had eaten the contents the day he had received it, it was god awful, but just then he would remember the look on the boys face, and then he found himself eating the whole thing.
Three days and he had only found out that his name was Junsu, had a bad temper, played soccer, was the captain of said soccer team, he has the biggest butt of all East Asia, that he hadn’t been to school for three days…and that he has been coming to his class room to stare and bring him the bento for three years.
In all honesty it wasn’t just Yoochun that noticed and missed his presence, all his classmates were used to seeing Junsu the name felt good on his tongue daily and then it was gone. It was an empty feeling. Not having that gaze directed at him.
On the fourth day, Yoochun took matters into his own hands and decided to go to Junsus house only before he could do that he heard some one say that Junsu had been spotted heading to the roof top and that is where he was currently heading to.
He opened the door to be greeted with an empty lot and then after a few seconds he heard shuffling feet and went to search, he found Junsu lying out sprawled, the sun in his face and a sad smile on his lips.
The first thing that came to Yoochuns mind was Junsus red face and then he just leaned over and captured Junsus lips in a soft fleeting kiss.
Junsu having sensed his sun getting blocked opened his eyes to Yoochuns face looming and coming closer to his till their lips touched, and he swore an electric current ran from his lips to his finger tips.
“Wha?” was all that Junsu could muster as Yoochun pulled back but still looming to close inside his personal bubble.
“You need to improve your cooking skills, thank God you didn’t give me that food for those three years.” And Junsus face contorted, his eyebrows furred and his eyes watered slightly.
“I might have just died of food poisoning.” And it took a few seconds before it registered and suddenly Junsu was beaming at him and it was a sight Yoochun would tuck away at the corner of his mind for forever, a sight that he didn’t want anyone else to see so he bent over and kissed it, till he was sure he ate it all up just like the bento.
END~
AN: And one one-shot completed! Yay me! ~ So hun I hope its good! I did try to stray from angst but a smudge of it got in there I tried to erase it but it just wouldn’t budge so I hope you don’t mind it much!
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