They Met In Copenhagen 2
Title: They met in Copenhagen
Author: suju_shinki
Genre: Romance, crack, the usuals.
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: 2/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu loses his luggage at the airport and his life starts from there.
02. Berlin
Before stepping on a train to Berlin with a complete stranger, Junsu had finally found an ATM machine and bought shirts and underwear. It could take 4 more days for his luggage to be found, if it was ever even found.
Now that they were on the train Junsu was getting restless. Though he had told himself not to ask questions anymore, there was one thing he was just too curious about.
“How come you’re backpacking through Europe wearing flip flops?” Junsu asked just after the train had taken off.
“I like them,” Yoochun shrugged. “I’ll buy shoes when I need them.”
Well, that was a simple answer.
“I’m going to go ahead and assume you’re unimaginably rich,” Junsu stated. Yoochun laughed and Junsu smiled “Aren’t you?” he pushed.
“Not at all.”
“I don’t want to be rude or anything, because I just met you yesterday and you seem like a really nice guy, but seriously. What’s with the attitude?”
“You mean my super cool laid back coolness?”
Junsu had to fight back his laughter. . Great. Now I’m attached to the guy.. “Sure, if that’s what you want to call it. I mean if you’re really just a guy traveling through Europe alone there should be more…”
“Stress? Would it help if I told you I’ve been traveling for over 6 months?”
“How can you be traveling for six months if you’re not rich? How do you pay for all of it?”
“You just wait and see what comes along your way. You seem surprised.”
Junsu closed his mouth which had been hanging open unconsciously and shook his head. “Are you going to rob me?”
Yoochun cocked up an eyebrow. “Are you going to rob me?”
“You’ve got a point there. You don’t know much about me either but there’s still a difference. I’ll actually answer if you ask me something. You just avoid answering.”
“And how do I know that what you answer when I ask you a question is the truth? You could me making everything up and I wouldn’t know,” Yoochun countered and Junsu stared at him. Did this guy’s brain works fast.
“I don’t like you,” Junsu concluded and turned around in his seat to stare at the two seats in front of them. Yoochun rolled his eyes and poked Junsu’s cheek, catching him off guard. You was just touched by a gay man. Why did that matter? It didn’t. Still you thought about it.
“Since you don’t have trouble answering question, answer mine. Do you have a girlfriend?”
“What?” Junsu had to pull himself out of the weird little debate he was having in his head. “No, no I don’t.”
“ I was expecting you to hook up last night and when you didn’t I assumed you had a girlfriend.”
“I don’t randomly hook up with girls.”
“Why not?”
Because they don’t want me. “Because I don’t want syphilis.”
“…That’s a good reason. You know if you’re in need of condoms you could always ask me.”
“I’m not going to need condoms,” Junsu said and looked away trying to hide his burning face.
“Are you sure? There are a lot of pretty girls in Europe. And I don’t judge.”
“I’m…pretty sure.”
Junsu had had three girlfriends in the past. The first one was when he 17 until 6 months later when she broke up with him because she thought they had grown apart. Which they had, Junsu admitted. Not talking to each other for a week when you lived just down the street from each other was not a good sign for a relationship. But still, it had hurt because when they had just started dating Junsu was so in love and so happy he had actually mastered the courage to tell her how he felt. And when she had agreed to going out with him…woah. Happiest man in the world.
At that time his friends had said that he should be happy he got rid of her -he didn’t tell them that she was the one to break it off-because now he could go out and find a girl who did let him touch her. Junsu regretted telling them that his first girlfriend didn’t like kissing with their mouths open.
His second girlfriend. He was forever grateful to her for being as cool as she was. Junsu was 19 and she was two years older. She was experienced and he was a god in the eyes of his friends. Junsu had had sex with her. 3 times. And then she broke up with him, because she was looking for someone who was less….boyish. Junsu’s second girlfriend was a lesbian and took it Junsu only 3 sessions to make her realize that. Junsu was no longer a god, he was the guy who turned girls into lesbians. Junsu had always thought that she already knew that she swung the other way but let Junsu do his thing because she felt sorry for him. Because he was a nineteen year old virgin. He himself had never though nineteen was that old. It wasn’t.
And then there was girlfriend number three. Girlfriend number three asked Junsu to walk her dog one day because she was too busy that afternoon. Junsu was happy to do it, of course, because girlfriend number three could ask him to go to the other side of the planet to pick up her dry cleaning and he’d do it. She was prettier than the other girls Junsu had dated before but the most special thing about her was that she was pretty much a beast in bed. Junsu liked that. Junsu liked that a lot. And that’s my he had felt so terrible when he saw her dog get run over by that giant truck right in front of his eyes. Goodbye dog, goodbye girlfriend, goodbye great sex. Okay, they had only had sex 3 times too, but it was enough to make Junsu’s head spin. He still regretted not holding on to that leash better.
So in total Junsu had had sex 6 times in his life.
Junsu peeked at Yoochun from the corner of his eye and wondered if gay guys had much more sex than straight ones. Guys always wanted sex-unless they were too shy, which was Junsu’s problem-other than that there wasn’t a man on the planet who would tell his girlfriend ‘he didn’t feel like it’ or ‘he was too tired’. In straight relationships you had woman to do that. In conclusion, gay guys had more sex than straight guys. And a guy like Yoochun… you really have to stop thinking about gay sex.
“Do you smoke?” Yoochun asked, snapping Junsu out of whatever he was.
“Ah…no. Why?”
“I’m going to the other compartment for a quick cigarette. I’ll be back in a second okay?”
Junsu saw the no smoking sign hanging above the door as Yoochun disappeared through it. The compartment they were in was small, about 16 seats in groups of four, two facing each other. In the farthest corner of where they were seated sat an elderly couple who had already dozed off, snuggled up together. Junsu thought it was cute. Until he realized they were two elderly men. What the hell?
“Berlin is all about the architecture,” Junsu said when they were finally walking through the streets of their second city. “Old and new right next to each other.”
“So you want to see buildings?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu slowed down his pace and looked at him. “Is that not okay?”
“Of course it is,” Yoochun laughed. “It’s your vacation so you should do whatever you want. I was just going to suggest we take one of those buses over there. “
Junsu looked over at where Yoochun was pointing and saw a chain of yellow tour busses lined up right next to the door of the station they had just exited.
“I should really pay attention more, shouldn’t I?” Junsu said, more to himself than anyone else.
“So you going to come or not?”
Junsu looked up and found Yoochun calling him from the other side of the street.
“You could have waited!” Junsu yelled before running over to him, the heavy-new- bag on his back jiggling and he knew he looked like a dork. “Where do we buy tickets?” he panted when they were standing next to each other again.
“Info store, I guess,” Yoochun shrugged. “After you. Don’t want you to fall behind again.”
“Very funny,” Junsu said scrunching up his nose before passing him.
“Don’t want to burst your bubble, but it’s the other way,” Junsu could hear Yoochun laughing behind him.
Junsu turned around and passed again. “I knew that.”
“Were you really going to travel around Europe alone?” Yoochun chuckled as he followed him to the little red store just a few meters away.
“I would have figured it out eventually.”
“Whatever you say.”
They reached the store and Junsu waited as Yoochun went in to buy their bus tickets.
“We’re in luck,” Yoochun said when he finally came out. “Bus takes off at ten which is in…5 minutes.”
“How much were the tickets?” Junsu asked, set on not letting Yoochun pay for him anymore.
“Not as much as I expected,” Yoochun smiled at him and Junsu thought he was acting suspicious.
Yoochun ignored Junsu’s stares and headed for the busses. At the entrance of what Junsu presumed was their bus stood what probably was the bus driver. And when Yoochun handed him the ticket the guy stared at Junsu like he was crazy.
“Why is he looking at me like that?” Junsu asked, looking at Yoochun who bit on his lip.
“He looks kind of big for a twelve year old,” the bus driver said in English, looking Junsu up and down.
“What? You think all Asians are tiny? That’s kind of racist,” Yoochun said and Junsu wished he knew what the hell he had said that made the bus driver turn that shade of red and start stuttering like an idiot.
“That’s not-It’s not-He’s just tall and I-”
“Do something cute, Junsu,” Yoochun said all of a sudden and Junsu looked at him like he was insane.
“Why?”
“Because this guy is going to get a heart attach if you don’t.”
And so, Junsu ended up folding his hands under his chin and showing this strange bus driver man his cutest face. The bus driver quickly looked away, stuttered a couple of more times and cut their tickets. They boarded the bus and climbed up to the open roof part of it.
“Explain,” Junsu said the second they sat down.
“Kids under thirteen ride for free,” he shrugged.
“…you didn’t.”
“I didn’t actually think it was going to work,” he grinned. “But we’re here and you’re riding for free. That face of yours was way too much by the way. I said do something cute, not kill the man.”
Junsu dropped his bag in the floor in front of his feet and shrugged. “Cute is what I do best.”
“I’ve noticed.”
Is he…flirting with me? He looked up and found Yoochun searching through his own bag and Junsu shook it off. Regular girls don’t even flirt with you let alone a hot gay guy who knows you’re straight.
“Where did I put those cookies we got before boarding the train yesterday?”
“I told you we should have gotten breakfast before doing anything else,” Junsu sighed zipping open his own bag.
“You said you weren’t hungry.”
“But you clearly are.” Junsu fished out the unopened pack of chocolate chip cookies and handed them over.
“Thank you,” Yoochun said. “Cookie stealer.”
“If one of us is the thief here it sure as hell is going to be you with your bus driver shenanigans.”
“Shenanigans,” Yoochun repeated. “I didn’t know people still used that word.”
The engine of the bus started and a couple of more people joined them on the roof. The bus driver came up too and handed out head sets. Junsu stared at it, not understanding what the hell they were supposed to do with them.
“It tells you where we are and what we’re seeing in different languages,” Yoochun explained.
“Oh,” Junsu said and stuffed them next to their seats. “We’re not going to need them. Takes away the magic of the awesomeness that are the buildings.”
“…that was an interesting sentence.”
“You talk like that too!”
“Sure I do.”
“Whatever. Here, be a good travel buddy and take my picture.” Junsu fished out his digital camera which he luckily had stuffed in his hand luggage before boarding his plane to Copenhagen.
Yoochun took the camera from Junsu’s hands and aimed it at him. “Do that thing you did for the bus driver.”
Junsu laughed and did as he was told. Yoochun snapped the picture, shaking his head. “You actually look like a real twelve year old.”
Junsu snatched the camera back and looked at his picture. He didn’t look up, scared he’d be blushing. “I look good.”
“I didn’t say you didn’t.”
“You’re talking in riddles. Come here.” Junsu pulled him closer and pressed their heads together. He held the camera up high and snapped a picture of them together. He pulled back the camera to look at their picture and grinned. “Man, we’re a good looking pair.” What he meant to say was ‘you look really good’ because he did. His hair was absolutely perfect, those shades made him look like a movie star and that little smile on his lips look like something people only described in books and never actually saw in real life. But he couldn’t say that. He was a guy, after all and so was Yoochun. And Yoochun was gay. What if he thought Junsu was coming on to him?”
“We are a good looking pair,” Yoochun agreed. “This side of the picture looks a bit better than the other, but…”
When Junsu realized Yoochun’s fingers was pointing at his own face he smacked his hand. “You wish.”
Yoochun laughed and took off his sunglasses. He put them on Junsu’s nose and held up the camera high like Junsu had done before. He snapped another picture.
“These look good on me,” Junsu said straightening out the sunglasses. “Handsome,” he added in English
“Absolutely gorgeous,” Yoochun said.
“What?” Junsu asked, getting confused at the long and complicated words.
“Nothing. Now look pretty.”
They spent the rest of the bus ride taking pictures of each other and barely paid attention to anything around them. Junsu was pleasantly surprised by Yoochun’s playfulness. He had expected more maturity from someone who was travelling Europe alone. But then again, Junsu was travelling Europe alone and he was far from completely mature. The more time they spent together, the more he came to believe Yoochun was just another guy.
They found a small inn at the edge of the city’s heart, and they noticed that a lot of clubs were located nearby. Like the first night in Copenhagen, they left their stuff behind, fighting insane fatigue from their backbreaking night in the train and went to explore Berlin’s nightlife.
“’Rush’” Yoochun read out loud the name of the first club they came across. People were waiting outside to get in and Junsu could only imagine how packed it must be inside. They passed.
Yoochun stopped in front of what looked like a small café and peered through the windows. Junsu waited for the verdict, but instead Yoochun called him over. “What do you think?”
Junsu looked inside. The place was bigger than he had expected and from the looks of it, pretty popular. It wasn’t exactly crowded but it didn’t seem slow either. “It looks nice.”
“Then let’s go.”
Junsu followed him inside and they caught they sat down at the nearest table. Almost immediately a girl their age came bouncing up to them with a notepad in one hand and a pen in the other.
“Was ka ich fur dich?”
“Two French Martini’s please,” Yoochun said smoothly. As the girl scribbled it down, Junsu couldn’t help but notice her very…full…chest. The top she was wearing was low cut showing a thin line of lace that belonged to her bra. Junsu realized he was staring, but couldn’t look away until she finally left.
“That was very subtle of you,” Yoochun noted and Junsu blushed.
“I didn’t-“
“It’s understandable. But at least try to make eye contact with her when she comes back. I’m pretty sure she liked what she saw too.”
“What’s the point? I can’t even talk to her normally,” Junsu shrugged.
“Didn’t look like you wanted to talk to her ten seconds ago,” Yoochun chuckled and put an arm around his shoulder. “You’re thousands of miles away from home and no one here is going to judge you, so live a little. Experiment, do what you’ve always wanted to do. That girl for instance.”
“O, haha, very funny,” Junsu rolled his eyes and shrugged of Yoochun’s arm. “What makes you think she even likes me?”
“If you had paid a little more attention to her face instead of her chest you’d have known. Just wait for her to come back.”
Junsu did. Live a little, experiment, do what you’ve always wanted to do. Those were all things Junsu had said to himself before coming on this trip and hearing it from someone else only made him want to make it true more.
The girl came back, said something Junsu didn’t understand in English and Yoochun said something back.
“Her shift ends at twelve. She’s asking you if you want to come over to her place for ‘drinks’ afterwards,” he said, leaning over to whisper in Junsu’s ear.
“Are you serious?”
Yoochun nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re agreeing to this,” he said and turned to look at the girl. “He’ll come.”
And just like that Park Yoochun had set up for Junsu to get laid.
Twelve o’clock came way to soon and when the girl came their way and Yoochun pressed two unopened condoms in his hand and disappeared into thin air, Junsu started to panic. Maybe he shouldn’t do this. But you want this! You need this…
The girl-Junsu realized he didn’t know her name-took him by his hand and lead him to the back of the café and into a small dark street. There were tall metal stairs, fire exits, Junsu guessed. He followed her up one, leading to what looked like an apartment door. She turned around and kissed him.
Junsu didn’t expect to find their room empty when he finally came back to the Inn. Yoochun was no where to be found and Junsu guessed he must have found his own one night stand. Of course he had. Maybe that was the whole point of setting Junsu up with someone. Maybe Yoochun just wanted to get him out of his way for a night…
He went into the bathroom and undressed himself before turning on the shower and standing under the cold spray. What was supposed to be a steaming night he would never forget ended up in disaster. The girl had to wait until they were actually completely naked to burst out in tears and rants of German Junsu didn’t understand. He didn’t hear the words ‘whore’ and ‘slut’ come by a couple of times, but other than that he was lost. He decided putting his clothes back on and getting the hell out of there was the best thing to do. Sure, it was a night to never forget.
When Junsu turned off the shower he heard voices coming from inside their room. One of them was clearly Yoochun, even though he was speaking English and Junsu didn’t understand a word he said. He heard laughter. And then laughter turned into moaning.
Junsu was beyond pissed. His night had been a disaster, so why did Yoochun get to have gay sex? Junsu wrapped a towel around his waist and was about to crash Yoochun’s little party but stopped with the door opened only centimetres, but enough for him to look through.
Yoochun was lying on his back with a lean blonde guy attached to his lips. Yoochun’s hands were all over the guy’s body, removing clothes, stroking hard nipples, pumping hard-
He gasped in shock and Yoochun turned to see where the sound came from.
Junsu closed the door, louder than he had intended to and backed away. Yoochun saw him. He was going to think he was a gay perv looking for a peepshow! O, shit-
“Junsu?” Yoochun asked from outside the bathroom door and softly knocked on the door. “He left. I’m really sorry. I didn’t know you were here, otherwise I wouldn’t have brought him, I swear…Can I come in?”
Junsu opened the door with shaking hands. Yoochun was too nice. For some reason Junsu thought he deserved a punch in the face for watching them for so long. He should have immediately closed the door or let them know he was there, but he watched…
“I’m really sorry,” Yoochun repeated. His clothes were back on normally, but his hair was still ruffled up. Junsu had seen two guys making out. Why wasn’t he disgusted?
“Please forget this ever happened,” Junsu said. They went back into their hotel room and Junsu put on boxers and a t-shirt to sleep in. “I’m sorry for ruining your night,” he added after a while.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” Yoochun shrugged. “But why are you home so early?”
“Things didn’t exactly work out,” Junsu sighed, pulling at the sheets of his bed. “What’s our next stop again?”
“Amsterdam,” Yoochun grinned. “My kind of city.”
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/sigh
what we won't do for free stuff 8D
Author: suju_shinki
Genre: Romance, crack, the usuals.
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: 2/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu loses his luggage at the airport and his life starts from there.
02. Berlin
Before stepping on a train to Berlin with a complete stranger, Junsu had finally found an ATM machine and bought shirts and underwear. It could take 4 more days for his luggage to be found, if it was ever even found.
Now that they were on the train Junsu was getting restless. Though he had told himself not to ask questions anymore, there was one thing he was just too curious about.
“How come you’re backpacking through Europe wearing flip flops?” Junsu asked just after the train had taken off.
“I like them,” Yoochun shrugged. “I’ll buy shoes when I need them.”
Well, that was a simple answer.
“I’m going to go ahead and assume you’re unimaginably rich,” Junsu stated. Yoochun laughed and Junsu smiled “Aren’t you?” he pushed.
“Not at all.”
“I don’t want to be rude or anything, because I just met you yesterday and you seem like a really nice guy, but seriously. What’s with the attitude?”
“You mean my super cool laid back coolness?”
Junsu had to fight back his laughter. . Great. Now I’m attached to the guy.. “Sure, if that’s what you want to call it. I mean if you’re really just a guy traveling through Europe alone there should be more…”
“Stress? Would it help if I told you I’ve been traveling for over 6 months?”
“How can you be traveling for six months if you’re not rich? How do you pay for all of it?”
“You just wait and see what comes along your way. You seem surprised.”
Junsu closed his mouth which had been hanging open unconsciously and shook his head. “Are you going to rob me?”
Yoochun cocked up an eyebrow. “Are you going to rob me?”
“You’ve got a point there. You don’t know much about me either but there’s still a difference. I’ll actually answer if you ask me something. You just avoid answering.”
“And how do I know that what you answer when I ask you a question is the truth? You could me making everything up and I wouldn’t know,” Yoochun countered and Junsu stared at him. Did this guy’s brain works fast.
“I don’t like you,” Junsu concluded and turned around in his seat to stare at the two seats in front of them. Yoochun rolled his eyes and poked Junsu’s cheek, catching him off guard. You was just touched by a gay man. Why did that matter? It didn’t. Still you thought about it.
“Since you don’t have trouble answering question, answer mine. Do you have a girlfriend?”
“What?” Junsu had to pull himself out of the weird little debate he was having in his head. “No, no I don’t.”
“ I was expecting you to hook up last night and when you didn’t I assumed you had a girlfriend.”
“I don’t randomly hook up with girls.”
“Why not?”
Because they don’t want me. “Because I don’t want syphilis.”
“…That’s a good reason. You know if you’re in need of condoms you could always ask me.”
“I’m not going to need condoms,” Junsu said and looked away trying to hide his burning face.
“Are you sure? There are a lot of pretty girls in Europe. And I don’t judge.”
“I’m…pretty sure.”
Junsu had had three girlfriends in the past. The first one was when he 17 until 6 months later when she broke up with him because she thought they had grown apart. Which they had, Junsu admitted. Not talking to each other for a week when you lived just down the street from each other was not a good sign for a relationship. But still, it had hurt because when they had just started dating Junsu was so in love and so happy he had actually mastered the courage to tell her how he felt. And when she had agreed to going out with him…woah. Happiest man in the world.
At that time his friends had said that he should be happy he got rid of her -he didn’t tell them that she was the one to break it off-because now he could go out and find a girl who did let him touch her. Junsu regretted telling them that his first girlfriend didn’t like kissing with their mouths open.
His second girlfriend. He was forever grateful to her for being as cool as she was. Junsu was 19 and she was two years older. She was experienced and he was a god in the eyes of his friends. Junsu had had sex with her. 3 times. And then she broke up with him, because she was looking for someone who was less….boyish. Junsu’s second girlfriend was a lesbian and took it Junsu only 3 sessions to make her realize that. Junsu was no longer a god, he was the guy who turned girls into lesbians. Junsu had always thought that she already knew that she swung the other way but let Junsu do his thing because she felt sorry for him. Because he was a nineteen year old virgin. He himself had never though nineteen was that old. It wasn’t.
And then there was girlfriend number three. Girlfriend number three asked Junsu to walk her dog one day because she was too busy that afternoon. Junsu was happy to do it, of course, because girlfriend number three could ask him to go to the other side of the planet to pick up her dry cleaning and he’d do it. She was prettier than the other girls Junsu had dated before but the most special thing about her was that she was pretty much a beast in bed. Junsu liked that. Junsu liked that a lot. And that’s my he had felt so terrible when he saw her dog get run over by that giant truck right in front of his eyes. Goodbye dog, goodbye girlfriend, goodbye great sex. Okay, they had only had sex 3 times too, but it was enough to make Junsu’s head spin. He still regretted not holding on to that leash better.
So in total Junsu had had sex 6 times in his life.
Junsu peeked at Yoochun from the corner of his eye and wondered if gay guys had much more sex than straight ones. Guys always wanted sex-unless they were too shy, which was Junsu’s problem-other than that there wasn’t a man on the planet who would tell his girlfriend ‘he didn’t feel like it’ or ‘he was too tired’. In straight relationships you had woman to do that. In conclusion, gay guys had more sex than straight guys. And a guy like Yoochun… you really have to stop thinking about gay sex.
“Do you smoke?” Yoochun asked, snapping Junsu out of whatever he was.
“Ah…no. Why?”
“I’m going to the other compartment for a quick cigarette. I’ll be back in a second okay?”
Junsu saw the no smoking sign hanging above the door as Yoochun disappeared through it. The compartment they were in was small, about 16 seats in groups of four, two facing each other. In the farthest corner of where they were seated sat an elderly couple who had already dozed off, snuggled up together. Junsu thought it was cute. Until he realized they were two elderly men. What the hell?
“Berlin is all about the architecture,” Junsu said when they were finally walking through the streets of their second city. “Old and new right next to each other.”
“So you want to see buildings?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu slowed down his pace and looked at him. “Is that not okay?”
“Of course it is,” Yoochun laughed. “It’s your vacation so you should do whatever you want. I was just going to suggest we take one of those buses over there. “
Junsu looked over at where Yoochun was pointing and saw a chain of yellow tour busses lined up right next to the door of the station they had just exited.
“I should really pay attention more, shouldn’t I?” Junsu said, more to himself than anyone else.
“So you going to come or not?”
Junsu looked up and found Yoochun calling him from the other side of the street.
“You could have waited!” Junsu yelled before running over to him, the heavy-new- bag on his back jiggling and he knew he looked like a dork. “Where do we buy tickets?” he panted when they were standing next to each other again.
“Info store, I guess,” Yoochun shrugged. “After you. Don’t want you to fall behind again.”
“Very funny,” Junsu said scrunching up his nose before passing him.
“Don’t want to burst your bubble, but it’s the other way,” Junsu could hear Yoochun laughing behind him.
Junsu turned around and passed again. “I knew that.”
“Were you really going to travel around Europe alone?” Yoochun chuckled as he followed him to the little red store just a few meters away.
“I would have figured it out eventually.”
“Whatever you say.”
They reached the store and Junsu waited as Yoochun went in to buy their bus tickets.
“We’re in luck,” Yoochun said when he finally came out. “Bus takes off at ten which is in…5 minutes.”
“How much were the tickets?” Junsu asked, set on not letting Yoochun pay for him anymore.
“Not as much as I expected,” Yoochun smiled at him and Junsu thought he was acting suspicious.
Yoochun ignored Junsu’s stares and headed for the busses. At the entrance of what Junsu presumed was their bus stood what probably was the bus driver. And when Yoochun handed him the ticket the guy stared at Junsu like he was crazy.
“Why is he looking at me like that?” Junsu asked, looking at Yoochun who bit on his lip.
“He looks kind of big for a twelve year old,” the bus driver said in English, looking Junsu up and down.
“What? You think all Asians are tiny? That’s kind of racist,” Yoochun said and Junsu wished he knew what the hell he had said that made the bus driver turn that shade of red and start stuttering like an idiot.
“That’s not-It’s not-He’s just tall and I-”
“Do something cute, Junsu,” Yoochun said all of a sudden and Junsu looked at him like he was insane.
“Why?”
“Because this guy is going to get a heart attach if you don’t.”
And so, Junsu ended up folding his hands under his chin and showing this strange bus driver man his cutest face. The bus driver quickly looked away, stuttered a couple of more times and cut their tickets. They boarded the bus and climbed up to the open roof part of it.
“Explain,” Junsu said the second they sat down.
“Kids under thirteen ride for free,” he shrugged.
“…you didn’t.”
“I didn’t actually think it was going to work,” he grinned. “But we’re here and you’re riding for free. That face of yours was way too much by the way. I said do something cute, not kill the man.”
Junsu dropped his bag in the floor in front of his feet and shrugged. “Cute is what I do best.”
“I’ve noticed.”
Is he…flirting with me? He looked up and found Yoochun searching through his own bag and Junsu shook it off. Regular girls don’t even flirt with you let alone a hot gay guy who knows you’re straight.
“Where did I put those cookies we got before boarding the train yesterday?”
“I told you we should have gotten breakfast before doing anything else,” Junsu sighed zipping open his own bag.
“You said you weren’t hungry.”
“But you clearly are.” Junsu fished out the unopened pack of chocolate chip cookies and handed them over.
“Thank you,” Yoochun said. “Cookie stealer.”
“If one of us is the thief here it sure as hell is going to be you with your bus driver shenanigans.”
“Shenanigans,” Yoochun repeated. “I didn’t know people still used that word.”
The engine of the bus started and a couple of more people joined them on the roof. The bus driver came up too and handed out head sets. Junsu stared at it, not understanding what the hell they were supposed to do with them.
“It tells you where we are and what we’re seeing in different languages,” Yoochun explained.
“Oh,” Junsu said and stuffed them next to their seats. “We’re not going to need them. Takes away the magic of the awesomeness that are the buildings.”
“…that was an interesting sentence.”
“You talk like that too!”
“Sure I do.”
“Whatever. Here, be a good travel buddy and take my picture.” Junsu fished out his digital camera which he luckily had stuffed in his hand luggage before boarding his plane to Copenhagen.
Yoochun took the camera from Junsu’s hands and aimed it at him. “Do that thing you did for the bus driver.”
Junsu laughed and did as he was told. Yoochun snapped the picture, shaking his head. “You actually look like a real twelve year old.”
Junsu snatched the camera back and looked at his picture. He didn’t look up, scared he’d be blushing. “I look good.”
“I didn’t say you didn’t.”
“You’re talking in riddles. Come here.” Junsu pulled him closer and pressed their heads together. He held the camera up high and snapped a picture of them together. He pulled back the camera to look at their picture and grinned. “Man, we’re a good looking pair.” What he meant to say was ‘you look really good’ because he did. His hair was absolutely perfect, those shades made him look like a movie star and that little smile on his lips look like something people only described in books and never actually saw in real life. But he couldn’t say that. He was a guy, after all and so was Yoochun. And Yoochun was gay. What if he thought Junsu was coming on to him?”
“We are a good looking pair,” Yoochun agreed. “This side of the picture looks a bit better than the other, but…”
When Junsu realized Yoochun’s fingers was pointing at his own face he smacked his hand. “You wish.”
Yoochun laughed and took off his sunglasses. He put them on Junsu’s nose and held up the camera high like Junsu had done before. He snapped another picture.
“These look good on me,” Junsu said straightening out the sunglasses. “Handsome,” he added in English
“Absolutely gorgeous,” Yoochun said.
“What?” Junsu asked, getting confused at the long and complicated words.
“Nothing. Now look pretty.”
They spent the rest of the bus ride taking pictures of each other and barely paid attention to anything around them. Junsu was pleasantly surprised by Yoochun’s playfulness. He had expected more maturity from someone who was travelling Europe alone. But then again, Junsu was travelling Europe alone and he was far from completely mature. The more time they spent together, the more he came to believe Yoochun was just another guy.
They found a small inn at the edge of the city’s heart, and they noticed that a lot of clubs were located nearby. Like the first night in Copenhagen, they left their stuff behind, fighting insane fatigue from their backbreaking night in the train and went to explore Berlin’s nightlife.
“’Rush’” Yoochun read out loud the name of the first club they came across. People were waiting outside to get in and Junsu could only imagine how packed it must be inside. They passed.
Yoochun stopped in front of what looked like a small café and peered through the windows. Junsu waited for the verdict, but instead Yoochun called him over. “What do you think?”
Junsu looked inside. The place was bigger than he had expected and from the looks of it, pretty popular. It wasn’t exactly crowded but it didn’t seem slow either. “It looks nice.”
“Then let’s go.”
Junsu followed him inside and they caught they sat down at the nearest table. Almost immediately a girl their age came bouncing up to them with a notepad in one hand and a pen in the other.
“Was ka ich fur dich?”
“Two French Martini’s please,” Yoochun said smoothly. As the girl scribbled it down, Junsu couldn’t help but notice her very…full…chest. The top she was wearing was low cut showing a thin line of lace that belonged to her bra. Junsu realized he was staring, but couldn’t look away until she finally left.
“That was very subtle of you,” Yoochun noted and Junsu blushed.
“I didn’t-“
“It’s understandable. But at least try to make eye contact with her when she comes back. I’m pretty sure she liked what she saw too.”
“What’s the point? I can’t even talk to her normally,” Junsu shrugged.
“Didn’t look like you wanted to talk to her ten seconds ago,” Yoochun chuckled and put an arm around his shoulder. “You’re thousands of miles away from home and no one here is going to judge you, so live a little. Experiment, do what you’ve always wanted to do. That girl for instance.”
“O, haha, very funny,” Junsu rolled his eyes and shrugged of Yoochun’s arm. “What makes you think she even likes me?”
“If you had paid a little more attention to her face instead of her chest you’d have known. Just wait for her to come back.”
Junsu did. Live a little, experiment, do what you’ve always wanted to do. Those were all things Junsu had said to himself before coming on this trip and hearing it from someone else only made him want to make it true more.
The girl came back, said something Junsu didn’t understand in English and Yoochun said something back.
“Her shift ends at twelve. She’s asking you if you want to come over to her place for ‘drinks’ afterwards,” he said, leaning over to whisper in Junsu’s ear.
“Are you serious?”
Yoochun nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re agreeing to this,” he said and turned to look at the girl. “He’ll come.”
And just like that Park Yoochun had set up for Junsu to get laid.
Twelve o’clock came way to soon and when the girl came their way and Yoochun pressed two unopened condoms in his hand and disappeared into thin air, Junsu started to panic. Maybe he shouldn’t do this. But you want this! You need this…
The girl-Junsu realized he didn’t know her name-took him by his hand and lead him to the back of the café and into a small dark street. There were tall metal stairs, fire exits, Junsu guessed. He followed her up one, leading to what looked like an apartment door. She turned around and kissed him.
Junsu didn’t expect to find their room empty when he finally came back to the Inn. Yoochun was no where to be found and Junsu guessed he must have found his own one night stand. Of course he had. Maybe that was the whole point of setting Junsu up with someone. Maybe Yoochun just wanted to get him out of his way for a night…
He went into the bathroom and undressed himself before turning on the shower and standing under the cold spray. What was supposed to be a steaming night he would never forget ended up in disaster. The girl had to wait until they were actually completely naked to burst out in tears and rants of German Junsu didn’t understand. He didn’t hear the words ‘whore’ and ‘slut’ come by a couple of times, but other than that he was lost. He decided putting his clothes back on and getting the hell out of there was the best thing to do. Sure, it was a night to never forget.
When Junsu turned off the shower he heard voices coming from inside their room. One of them was clearly Yoochun, even though he was speaking English and Junsu didn’t understand a word he said. He heard laughter. And then laughter turned into moaning.
Junsu was beyond pissed. His night had been a disaster, so why did Yoochun get to have gay sex? Junsu wrapped a towel around his waist and was about to crash Yoochun’s little party but stopped with the door opened only centimetres, but enough for him to look through.
Yoochun was lying on his back with a lean blonde guy attached to his lips. Yoochun’s hands were all over the guy’s body, removing clothes, stroking hard nipples, pumping hard-
He gasped in shock and Yoochun turned to see where the sound came from.
Junsu closed the door, louder than he had intended to and backed away. Yoochun saw him. He was going to think he was a gay perv looking for a peepshow! O, shit-
“Junsu?” Yoochun asked from outside the bathroom door and softly knocked on the door. “He left. I’m really sorry. I didn’t know you were here, otherwise I wouldn’t have brought him, I swear…Can I come in?”
Junsu opened the door with shaking hands. Yoochun was too nice. For some reason Junsu thought he deserved a punch in the face for watching them for so long. He should have immediately closed the door or let them know he was there, but he watched…
“I’m really sorry,” Yoochun repeated. His clothes were back on normally, but his hair was still ruffled up. Junsu had seen two guys making out. Why wasn’t he disgusted?
“Please forget this ever happened,” Junsu said. They went back into their hotel room and Junsu put on boxers and a t-shirt to sleep in. “I’m sorry for ruining your night,” he added after a while.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” Yoochun shrugged. “But why are you home so early?”
“Things didn’t exactly work out,” Junsu sighed, pulling at the sheets of his bed. “What’s our next stop again?”
“Amsterdam,” Yoochun grinned. “My kind of city.”
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/sigh
what we won't do for free stuff 8D