05. The Biggest Slut of All
Title: 05.The biggest slut of all
Author: suju_shinki
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: Onesht series: Giggling Sluts
Genre: Tiny smut and Fluffehness
Raiting: nc-17
Summary: Junsu doesn’t know why Yoochun does everyone but him, when he’s the one who actually loves him.
An: the math equation is made up by me and is in no way an actual math equation. Also, I couldn’t find the root-symbol on my computer. Enjoy
The biggest slut of all
Butterflies fluttered around Junsu’s stomach, his heart was beating a millisecond faster than usual, his skin tingled and he was hearing that familiar ring in his ears.
“What are you looking at, asshole?” I love you!
“Shut up, moron.”
“Suck my cock, dickface.” Please, please, please, go out with me!
“I’d rather suck off a horse, freakshow.”
“Funny, because I’d rather get sucked off by a horse. Maybe we should have a threesome.” I love you so much I’d jump off a bridge for you.
“I’d rather have a threesome with a chicken and a goat and they’d probably make me come harder too.”
“Excuse me, could you please move your weird conversation elsewhere? You’re blocking my locker.” Junsu looked up and saw Shim Changmin impatiently waiting for them to move.
He took a step back and so did Yoochun. He almost wanted to grab his hand and pull him closer, but stopped himself just in time.
“You two need to stop fighting like that at random moments, because one day one of you is really going to get mad and kick the living hell out of the other,” Changmin said as he opened his locker and pulled a couple of books out. “I mean, I’d buy front row seats, don’t get me wrong. But you’re both my friends and I wouldn’t want to choose sides.”
“You’ve known me longer,” Junsu protested.
“We have more history,” Yoochun protested on the other side. Junsu felt like a shadow had fallen over him at those words. Yoochun and Changmin’s history was a painful one for him and he’d lie if he said he wasn’t jealous enough to kill the tall dweeb for having been in Yoochun’s pants. Changmin didn’t know about Junsu’s crush, of course. And in all fairness, if Junsu was going to go out and kill everyone who had been in Yoochun’s pants, he’d be out for a very long time.
“Still, I guess I’d let you fight to the death,” Changmin said and closed his locker. “Are you ready for class?”
“You go,” Yoochun said with a weird expression on his face and taking a few more steps backwards. “I’ll catch up with you later.” He turned around and disappeared around a corner.
“What’s with that jerkface?” Junsu asked, hoping Changmin would actually answer him and cure his curiosity, but instead he just shrugged and started walking towards class. Junsu followed him, his head full of regrets about the quick to and fro of insults between him and the biggest crush he had ever had. Why does he always say stupid things like “Suck my cock, dickface” when he actually wants to confess his undying love? He sighed inwardly as they entered class. Junsu and Changmin sat down at the far back and Junsu expected Yoochun to at least sit somewhere near them, but when he finally entered class with Kim Jaejoong his hopes and expectations went flying out the window. They sat down at the other side of class and Junsu’s mood was crappy for the rest of the day.
“Watch where you’re going.”
It wasn’t until Yoochun passed him and he came over the initial shock of hearing the only voice that could make him horny, he got his thoughts back.
“Kim Jaejoong is never going to like you,” he blurted out. It was a big fat lie, because the latest rumours were that Kim Jaejoong was as head over heals over him as Junsu was.
“Keep out of my business and I’ll keep out of yours,” Yoochun hissed. Junsu took a daring step closer and stood in front of him. God, he smells so good.
“Is that a threat?”
“Get out of my way.”
“I’m just saying I’d save my breath if I were you. I hear he doesn’t like used goods. Who does, right?” The second the words left his mouth he wanted to call them back and eat them up, never to look back at them again.
Junsu saw the quick flicker of hurt in Yoochun’s eyes before he scoffed. “You’re the last person I’m going to listen to calling me a slut.”
He turned around and walked away. Junsu was nailed to the floor, but his voice still worked. “Wait!”
Yoochun turned around and flipped him off, before walking through the school gates.
Junsu let out a painful breath and he felt like ramming his head into a wall when a hand fell on his shoulder.
“Hey, have you seen Yoochun anywhere?” when he looked up and saw Kim Jaejoong looking at him questioningly he wanted to laugh in his face.
“Why?”
“…Well, because I’m looking for him and since you’re his friend I thought maybe you came out together or something,” Jaejoong said taking back his hand.
“What makes you think I’m his friend?” Junsu asked.
“Because Yoochun said so! Anyway, have you seen him?”
“No,” Junsu lied.
“Okay, thanks anyway!” Jaejoong smiled and walked the same path Yoochun had just seconds ago. When he went through the gates and looked to his right a huge smile spread on his face. “Yoochun-ah!” he yelled and started running. Everything that happened after that was out of Junsu’s sight.
Jaejoong’s words haunted him. Did Yoochun really see them as friends? If so, then Junsu should be happy about that because it meant he was one step closer to his destination. Still, he couldn’t help but feel guilty about it. He had always found reasons to pick fights with him simply because he was jealous and kind of angry. Jealous of all the guys Yoochun hung out with and angry because of all the rumours going around about how easy it was to get Yoochun into bed. For some reason, he felt cheated. He was the one who really cared for him, he was the one who actually had feelings for him and Yoochun never even tried flirting with him.
Changmin eventually came and they slowly left the schoolyard together, making their way home.
“Hey, Changmin, what was Yoochun like when you two were…together?”
Changmin looked at him. “Why?”
“You slept together, right?”
“I told you that already, didn’t I? What’s with the sudden interest?”
Junsu sighed. “I don’t know. Leave me alone.” In all honesty, Junsu hated Changmin’s guts for having been with Yoochun and for having had sex with him and for still being such good friends with him even after they broke up. But at the same time, he wouldn’t hate hearing all about how Yoochun was as a boyfriend and…in bed, but he was too much of a coward to ask for details. All he could do was keep hope that one day he’d find out for himself, even though the chances of that ever happening were getting slimmer every time he opened his mouth.
“root3458-4^38/root342 ∙64x = -129x.”
Junsu wondered what language the teacher had just spoken because it sure as hell wasn’t a language he knew. He looked around and saw people, including Yoochun actually scribbling down in their notebooks trying to solve the mystery that was that particular equation. Junsu stared at it as hard as he could but couldn’t make sense out of any of it. He gave up and decided that the back of Yoochun’s head was far more interesting anyway. He sat right in front of him, hunched over a little bit with his hair brushed over one shoulder, leaving the skin of his neck on the other side bare. Junsu wanted to touch it, just to know whether it was warm or cold. He was contemplating the more credible option when he heard his name.
“Could you tell us what you have written down, Junsu?”
Junsu felt a lot of eyes on him and noticed the silence that had taken over their usual rowdy class.
He was about to admit he hadn’t done anything and accept his fate when a sheet of paper fell onto his desk. The equation was written on top and under it was an extremely long and complicated conclusion. He decided to just read the whole thing out loud and see what fate would bring him. Luckily, it wasn’t complete crap. It was good actually and his teacher complimented him on it.
Junsu studied the paper more closely and found a name written in the corner. Park Yoochun.
He looked up right when Yoochun combed a hand through his lengthy hair and shook it out.
Junsu wondered why he had helped him. Did he really see them as friends? Even though Junsu had been a total dick all this time? Maybe it was time to come clean, he thought. Maybe I should start being nice and eventually just ask him out. Everything is better than him ending up hating you.
Class ended and Junsu was about to give Yoochun his paper back and who knew, maybe thank him for his help, when Kim Jaejoong came flouncing in from the other side of the class room. He brushed a few strands of Yoochun’s hair out of his eyes and said something Junsu couldn’t hear that made them both laugh.
Junsu clenched his fists, crumpling the paper in the meantime. He snatched up his bag angrily and walked over to Yoochun’s table.
“Here’s your piece of crap,” he said, before slamming the ball of paper onto the desk and walking towards the door.
“Your welcome,” Yoochun called after him and Junsu ignored it. He knew it wasn’t fair, but for some reason he just couldn’t let it go.
He was relieved that only gym class was left, because there was no Kim Jaejoong in gym class. But when he reached the boy’s locker room and heard Yoochun’s flirty laughter, he came back on his thoughts. There was no Kim Jaejoong in gym class, right?
When he entered and found Yoochun shirtless with his back against one of the football players’ chest, letting him touch him and seemingly liking every bit of it, Junsu felt like he was going to hurl. The other guys in the locker room were either enjoying the show or trying really hard to ignore it.
He got changed as fast as he could, angrily throwing his clothes on a bench before leaving the locker room and slamming the door behind him. Changmin quickly followed him into the gym.
“You really have to stop doing that,” he said and Junsu threw him a glare.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re judging. It’s his life. Let him do with it what he likes.”
“Easy for you to say. You’ve done him.” It was out before he knew it and he couldn’t take it back. Changmin looked at with his eyes pulled to slits.
“This is about you wanting him.”
It wasn’t a question, but still Junsu had a feeling an explanation was expected.
“It’s not like… I don’t love him or anything! I just don’t get why he fucks everyone but me.” Half a lie, half the truth, he decided. It would have been best if he could have just kept his big mouth shut, because when he looked up and saw Yoochun staring at him, unblinkingly, he knew all his chances were gone.
“I want to talk to you,” Yoochun said softly.
“Oh,” Junsu said stupidly and followed him out of the gym, passing classmates who had just finished changing. Yoochun led him to the equipment room and turned on the lights before closing the door behind them.
Junsu thought he was going to start yelling at him or maybe even hitting him, because god knew he deserved it.
“So what if I like sex,” Yoochun said softly. “And it’s not like I do it with just anybody. I have my standards, okay? Besides, you’d like it too if you got any.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Junsu frowned. He knew that this was his chance to pull things straight, maybe even confess. But his stupid mouth wouldn’t let him.
Yoochun took a few steps closer, forcing Junsu to sit on a trampoline. God, he smells so good! Yoochun hovered over him and smirked. “Virgin.”
“So-so what?” Junsu stammered. “It beats being a slut.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you actually had some sexual experience. Have you ever even gotten a handjob?”
“That’s none of your business,” Junsu said turning his eyes away.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
What happened next happened fast. Yoochun put one knee on each side of Junsu's hips, straddling him on the trampoline. He grinded down so hard, Junsu felt his groin sting but with a quick second grind of Yoochun’s hips the pain left and turned into something much, much better.
“What are you doing?” he breathed, but Yoochun just smirked and darted out his tongue. With the tip of it he tickled Junsu’s lips until he parted them slowly and let Yoochun enter his mouth. He continued grinding into him but Junsu quickly felt his stomach tighten and came disgracefully fast into his pants.
Yoochun pushed him onto his back and chuckled when he saw the dark stain paint the front of Junsu’s gym shorts.
“Next time you want to call me a slut, think about how fast you gave in and about how fast you came.”
“I only gave in so fast because it was you,” Junsu shot back, but in the end he didn’t know whether he was defending himself or trying to confess. Maybe both?
“What do you mean?” Yoochun asked, slowly getting off the trampoline and standing up straight with a serious look on his face.
“Nothing. Forget I said anything.” Junsu got up too and tried pulling down his shirt to cover the stain. It didn’t reach low enough so he took of his shirt and put it on his lap. Leaving him in just his wife beater.
“No, explain.”
Junsu sighed and thinking he didn’t have much to lose now anyway he explained. “I had a stupid crush on you, but you can forget it now. Don’t tell anyone either, or I’ll kill you.” Again half a lie, half the truth.
“So, the way you show people your love is by calling them sluts, dickfaces and horsefuckers?”
“Just you,” Junsu shrugged.
“Jaejoong has a boyfriend,” Yoochun then admitted and it took a while for Junsu to see how that related to the topic at hand.
“Oh. Oh…so he doesn’t like you?”
“And I don’t like him.”
“Then why did you let me think that?”
“Because you were being a dick and I told him and he agreed to flirt with me in front of you.”
“You really are a horsefucker.”
“I kind of knew you liked me too.”
“So what? You were playing games with me?”
“Kind of.”
“Horsefucker.”
Yoochun smiled and walked towards him. He put one hand on the small of Junsu’s back and the other on his hip. “I gave you what you wanted, didn’t I?”
Junsu probably stared at him for a full minute before he was able to form an answer. “Not really, no.”
“Then what is it that you want?”
“I don’t want just sex, or a handjob or a blowjob or whatever other jobs you give guys behind the bicycle shed.”
“Aha. You want a boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Ok.”
“Ok, what?”
“I’ll be your boyfriend. But you have to stop calling me names and picking fights with me like you usually do.”
“Wait-“
“It’ll be fun. I’ve never been with a virgin before. We’ll have to practise a lot to build up your stamina.”
“Hey-“
“What?”
“Is it really that simple?” Junsu asked, hoping to get a positive answer.
Yoochun smiled and looked at him through his eyelashes. “Let me tell you a little secret. I kind of like you too.”
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Also, this is the end of th giggling sluts~
Author: suju_shinki
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: Onesht series: Giggling Sluts
Genre: Tiny smut and Fluffehness
Raiting: nc-17
Summary: Junsu doesn’t know why Yoochun does everyone but him, when he’s the one who actually loves him.
An: the math equation is made up by me and is in no way an actual math equation. Also, I couldn’t find the root-symbol on my computer. Enjoy
The biggest slut of all
Butterflies fluttered around Junsu’s stomach, his heart was beating a millisecond faster than usual, his skin tingled and he was hearing that familiar ring in his ears.
“What are you looking at, asshole?” I love you!
“Shut up, moron.”
“Suck my cock, dickface.” Please, please, please, go out with me!
“I’d rather suck off a horse, freakshow.”
“Funny, because I’d rather get sucked off by a horse. Maybe we should have a threesome.” I love you so much I’d jump off a bridge for you.
“I’d rather have a threesome with a chicken and a goat and they’d probably make me come harder too.”
“Excuse me, could you please move your weird conversation elsewhere? You’re blocking my locker.” Junsu looked up and saw Shim Changmin impatiently waiting for them to move.
He took a step back and so did Yoochun. He almost wanted to grab his hand and pull him closer, but stopped himself just in time.
“You two need to stop fighting like that at random moments, because one day one of you is really going to get mad and kick the living hell out of the other,” Changmin said as he opened his locker and pulled a couple of books out. “I mean, I’d buy front row seats, don’t get me wrong. But you’re both my friends and I wouldn’t want to choose sides.”
“You’ve known me longer,” Junsu protested.
“We have more history,” Yoochun protested on the other side. Junsu felt like a shadow had fallen over him at those words. Yoochun and Changmin’s history was a painful one for him and he’d lie if he said he wasn’t jealous enough to kill the tall dweeb for having been in Yoochun’s pants. Changmin didn’t know about Junsu’s crush, of course. And in all fairness, if Junsu was going to go out and kill everyone who had been in Yoochun’s pants, he’d be out for a very long time.
“Still, I guess I’d let you fight to the death,” Changmin said and closed his locker. “Are you ready for class?”
“You go,” Yoochun said with a weird expression on his face and taking a few more steps backwards. “I’ll catch up with you later.” He turned around and disappeared around a corner.
“What’s with that jerkface?” Junsu asked, hoping Changmin would actually answer him and cure his curiosity, but instead he just shrugged and started walking towards class. Junsu followed him, his head full of regrets about the quick to and fro of insults between him and the biggest crush he had ever had. Why does he always say stupid things like “Suck my cock, dickface” when he actually wants to confess his undying love? He sighed inwardly as they entered class. Junsu and Changmin sat down at the far back and Junsu expected Yoochun to at least sit somewhere near them, but when he finally entered class with Kim Jaejoong his hopes and expectations went flying out the window. They sat down at the other side of class and Junsu’s mood was crappy for the rest of the day.
“Watch where you’re going.”
It wasn’t until Yoochun passed him and he came over the initial shock of hearing the only voice that could make him horny, he got his thoughts back.
“Kim Jaejoong is never going to like you,” he blurted out. It was a big fat lie, because the latest rumours were that Kim Jaejoong was as head over heals over him as Junsu was.
“Keep out of my business and I’ll keep out of yours,” Yoochun hissed. Junsu took a daring step closer and stood in front of him. God, he smells so good.
“Is that a threat?”
“Get out of my way.”
“I’m just saying I’d save my breath if I were you. I hear he doesn’t like used goods. Who does, right?” The second the words left his mouth he wanted to call them back and eat them up, never to look back at them again.
Junsu saw the quick flicker of hurt in Yoochun’s eyes before he scoffed. “You’re the last person I’m going to listen to calling me a slut.”
He turned around and walked away. Junsu was nailed to the floor, but his voice still worked. “Wait!”
Yoochun turned around and flipped him off, before walking through the school gates.
Junsu let out a painful breath and he felt like ramming his head into a wall when a hand fell on his shoulder.
“Hey, have you seen Yoochun anywhere?” when he looked up and saw Kim Jaejoong looking at him questioningly he wanted to laugh in his face.
“Why?”
“…Well, because I’m looking for him and since you’re his friend I thought maybe you came out together or something,” Jaejoong said taking back his hand.
“What makes you think I’m his friend?” Junsu asked.
“Because Yoochun said so! Anyway, have you seen him?”
“No,” Junsu lied.
“Okay, thanks anyway!” Jaejoong smiled and walked the same path Yoochun had just seconds ago. When he went through the gates and looked to his right a huge smile spread on his face. “Yoochun-ah!” he yelled and started running. Everything that happened after that was out of Junsu’s sight.
Jaejoong’s words haunted him. Did Yoochun really see them as friends? If so, then Junsu should be happy about that because it meant he was one step closer to his destination. Still, he couldn’t help but feel guilty about it. He had always found reasons to pick fights with him simply because he was jealous and kind of angry. Jealous of all the guys Yoochun hung out with and angry because of all the rumours going around about how easy it was to get Yoochun into bed. For some reason, he felt cheated. He was the one who really cared for him, he was the one who actually had feelings for him and Yoochun never even tried flirting with him.
Changmin eventually came and they slowly left the schoolyard together, making their way home.
“Hey, Changmin, what was Yoochun like when you two were…together?”
Changmin looked at him. “Why?”
“You slept together, right?”
“I told you that already, didn’t I? What’s with the sudden interest?”
Junsu sighed. “I don’t know. Leave me alone.” In all honesty, Junsu hated Changmin’s guts for having been with Yoochun and for having had sex with him and for still being such good friends with him even after they broke up. But at the same time, he wouldn’t hate hearing all about how Yoochun was as a boyfriend and…in bed, but he was too much of a coward to ask for details. All he could do was keep hope that one day he’d find out for himself, even though the chances of that ever happening were getting slimmer every time he opened his mouth.
“root3458-4^38/root342 ∙64x = -129x.”
Junsu wondered what language the teacher had just spoken because it sure as hell wasn’t a language he knew. He looked around and saw people, including Yoochun actually scribbling down in their notebooks trying to solve the mystery that was that particular equation. Junsu stared at it as hard as he could but couldn’t make sense out of any of it. He gave up and decided that the back of Yoochun’s head was far more interesting anyway. He sat right in front of him, hunched over a little bit with his hair brushed over one shoulder, leaving the skin of his neck on the other side bare. Junsu wanted to touch it, just to know whether it was warm or cold. He was contemplating the more credible option when he heard his name.
“Could you tell us what you have written down, Junsu?”
Junsu felt a lot of eyes on him and noticed the silence that had taken over their usual rowdy class.
He was about to admit he hadn’t done anything and accept his fate when a sheet of paper fell onto his desk. The equation was written on top and under it was an extremely long and complicated conclusion. He decided to just read the whole thing out loud and see what fate would bring him. Luckily, it wasn’t complete crap. It was good actually and his teacher complimented him on it.
Junsu studied the paper more closely and found a name written in the corner. Park Yoochun.
He looked up right when Yoochun combed a hand through his lengthy hair and shook it out.
Junsu wondered why he had helped him. Did he really see them as friends? Even though Junsu had been a total dick all this time? Maybe it was time to come clean, he thought. Maybe I should start being nice and eventually just ask him out. Everything is better than him ending up hating you.
Class ended and Junsu was about to give Yoochun his paper back and who knew, maybe thank him for his help, when Kim Jaejoong came flouncing in from the other side of the class room. He brushed a few strands of Yoochun’s hair out of his eyes and said something Junsu couldn’t hear that made them both laugh.
Junsu clenched his fists, crumpling the paper in the meantime. He snatched up his bag angrily and walked over to Yoochun’s table.
“Here’s your piece of crap,” he said, before slamming the ball of paper onto the desk and walking towards the door.
“Your welcome,” Yoochun called after him and Junsu ignored it. He knew it wasn’t fair, but for some reason he just couldn’t let it go.
He was relieved that only gym class was left, because there was no Kim Jaejoong in gym class. But when he reached the boy’s locker room and heard Yoochun’s flirty laughter, he came back on his thoughts. There was no Kim Jaejoong in gym class, right?
When he entered and found Yoochun shirtless with his back against one of the football players’ chest, letting him touch him and seemingly liking every bit of it, Junsu felt like he was going to hurl. The other guys in the locker room were either enjoying the show or trying really hard to ignore it.
He got changed as fast as he could, angrily throwing his clothes on a bench before leaving the locker room and slamming the door behind him. Changmin quickly followed him into the gym.
“You really have to stop doing that,” he said and Junsu threw him a glare.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re judging. It’s his life. Let him do with it what he likes.”
“Easy for you to say. You’ve done him.” It was out before he knew it and he couldn’t take it back. Changmin looked at with his eyes pulled to slits.
“This is about you wanting him.”
It wasn’t a question, but still Junsu had a feeling an explanation was expected.
“It’s not like… I don’t love him or anything! I just don’t get why he fucks everyone but me.” Half a lie, half the truth, he decided. It would have been best if he could have just kept his big mouth shut, because when he looked up and saw Yoochun staring at him, unblinkingly, he knew all his chances were gone.
“I want to talk to you,” Yoochun said softly.
“Oh,” Junsu said stupidly and followed him out of the gym, passing classmates who had just finished changing. Yoochun led him to the equipment room and turned on the lights before closing the door behind them.
Junsu thought he was going to start yelling at him or maybe even hitting him, because god knew he deserved it.
“So what if I like sex,” Yoochun said softly. “And it’s not like I do it with just anybody. I have my standards, okay? Besides, you’d like it too if you got any.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Junsu frowned. He knew that this was his chance to pull things straight, maybe even confess. But his stupid mouth wouldn’t let him.
Yoochun took a few steps closer, forcing Junsu to sit on a trampoline. God, he smells so good! Yoochun hovered over him and smirked. “Virgin.”
“So-so what?” Junsu stammered. “It beats being a slut.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you actually had some sexual experience. Have you ever even gotten a handjob?”
“That’s none of your business,” Junsu said turning his eyes away.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
What happened next happened fast. Yoochun put one knee on each side of Junsu's hips, straddling him on the trampoline. He grinded down so hard, Junsu felt his groin sting but with a quick second grind of Yoochun’s hips the pain left and turned into something much, much better.
“What are you doing?” he breathed, but Yoochun just smirked and darted out his tongue. With the tip of it he tickled Junsu’s lips until he parted them slowly and let Yoochun enter his mouth. He continued grinding into him but Junsu quickly felt his stomach tighten and came disgracefully fast into his pants.
Yoochun pushed him onto his back and chuckled when he saw the dark stain paint the front of Junsu’s gym shorts.
“Next time you want to call me a slut, think about how fast you gave in and about how fast you came.”
“I only gave in so fast because it was you,” Junsu shot back, but in the end he didn’t know whether he was defending himself or trying to confess. Maybe both?
“What do you mean?” Yoochun asked, slowly getting off the trampoline and standing up straight with a serious look on his face.
“Nothing. Forget I said anything.” Junsu got up too and tried pulling down his shirt to cover the stain. It didn’t reach low enough so he took of his shirt and put it on his lap. Leaving him in just his wife beater.
“No, explain.”
Junsu sighed and thinking he didn’t have much to lose now anyway he explained. “I had a stupid crush on you, but you can forget it now. Don’t tell anyone either, or I’ll kill you.” Again half a lie, half the truth.
“So, the way you show people your love is by calling them sluts, dickfaces and horsefuckers?”
“Just you,” Junsu shrugged.
“Jaejoong has a boyfriend,” Yoochun then admitted and it took a while for Junsu to see how that related to the topic at hand.
“Oh. Oh…so he doesn’t like you?”
“And I don’t like him.”
“Then why did you let me think that?”
“Because you were being a dick and I told him and he agreed to flirt with me in front of you.”
“You really are a horsefucker.”
“I kind of knew you liked me too.”
“So what? You were playing games with me?”
“Kind of.”
“Horsefucker.”
Yoochun smiled and walked towards him. He put one hand on the small of Junsu’s back and the other on his hip. “I gave you what you wanted, didn’t I?”
Junsu probably stared at him for a full minute before he was able to form an answer. “Not really, no.”
“Then what is it that you want?”
“I don’t want just sex, or a handjob or a blowjob or whatever other jobs you give guys behind the bicycle shed.”
“Aha. You want a boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Ok.”
“Ok, what?”
“I’ll be your boyfriend. But you have to stop calling me names and picking fights with me like you usually do.”
“Wait-“
“It’ll be fun. I’ve never been with a virgin before. We’ll have to practise a lot to build up your stamina.”
“Hey-“
“What?”
“Is it really that simple?” Junsu asked, hoping to get a positive answer.
Yoochun smiled and looked at him through his eyelashes. “Let me tell you a little secret. I kind of like you too.”
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Also, this is the end of th giggling sluts~