They Met In Copenhagen 4
Title: They met in Copenhagen
Author: suju_shinki
Genre: Romance, crack, the usuals.
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: 4/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu loses his luggage at the airport and his life starts from there.
04. Paris 1.
“There was one time I dared Yoochun to ride one of the cows. Imagine my surprise when he pulled me outside, creeped into their barn and sat on the back of a sleeping cow. It wasn’t until he fell of without the cow even moving when I realized he was shit drunk.”
Junsu was absorbing Changmin’s stories about Yoochun like a sponge. It seemed to be the only way to find out a bit more about him and Junsu needed to know at this point. Yoochun wasn’t saying much and just laughing and correcting Changmin at some points, but he didn’t object or tell Changmin to shut up, so Junsu wondered if somehow Yoochun had opened up a bit since the night before. The night where Junsu experimented with the outcome being his new sexuality. Bisexual. It sounded so whorish in his ears, for some reason. It sounded like he’d do it with anyone who crossed his path, be it male or female. What would girls say if he told them he was bisexual? What would he say if a girl told him she was bisexual? He probably wouldn’t say much, just get a boner at the thought.
They had gotten on the train to Paris that afternoon. Changmin had been surprisingly flexible and had started packing his bags right after hearing their idea. He said that there was an apartment waiting for him in Paris and that they could stay there with him as long as they wanted. Junsu had started finding Changmin extremely interesting after his performance the night before and was dying to know if he was gay, straight,bisexual or if he and Yoochun had ever been together. He didn’t have to wait for an answer long.
“Enough about me,” Yoochun said. “Why don’t you tell us a little about you, Changmin? Had a lot of models visiting lately? I remember a time there was another model in his house every week. This guy just has to flip out a camera and girls throw themselves at his feet.”
“Those models have gotten me nothing but A’s so I’m not going to complain,” Changmin shrugged.
“And of course that was all you were using them for,” Yoochun rolled his eyes. “I’ve heard more than I ever needed to hear when I lived there, Changmin.”
“No one asked you to listen, you perv.”
It made Junsu think of that night-it seemed like such a long time ago but it only happened 2 nights back in Berlin. When Junsu peeped in on Yoochun and some German guy almost doing it. What would have happened if they were actually…doing it, Junsu wondered. Would Junsu have been turned on? Would he like gay sex? Would he be on top or…? A little voice inside his head said that there was only one way to find out, but Junsu pushed that thought away. It was way too early for that. He wasn’t going to go out and have gay sex just days after he found out he may like guys too. That would be weird right?
Junsu decided that he had to stop obsessing about it and just see what would come his way, just like he had done ever since he had set foot on European ground.
The train ride took four hours and was over before they knew it. Around 2 hours in Changmin took out a book and his Ipod and left Yoochun and Junsu alone to entertain each other with friendly banter, subtle comments about the night before and that was pretty much it.
And then they were in Paris.
"I thought you said you'd be living alone,” Junsu heard Yoochun hiss in Changmin's ear.
“So did I,” Changmin hissed back. “I don't get it. Maybe I'm early?”
“Tu es mon colocataire?” the stranger standing on the other side of the cramped hallway asked. At least Junsu thought it was a question. And he also thought it was a very big coincidence that this guy was Asian too.
Changmin answered something in hacking French and Junsu was impressed when the stranger seemed to actually understand him.
“Changmin speaks French?” he asked Yoochun softly.
“Apparently they learn French in high school in Holland,” Yoochun answered. Junsu didn't miss the way his eyes raked over the new guy's body, from his thin hips up to his broad shoulders and then to that flawless face that looked like something out of a fashion magazine. A model, Junsu realized. Wow.
A few more words were exchanged in French before Changmin turned to them and explained that this apparently was his room mate and that he had said they were welcome to stay. And that his name was Jaejoong.
“You're Korean?” Junsu blurted and Jaejoong smiled at him.
“Oui, mais je ne parle pas la langue. Je suis né et a grandi en France.”
“He doesn't speak Korean. He was born and raised in France. I guess he knows basic Korean.”
“Well, nice to meet you,”Yoochun said and stuck out his hand. Jaejoong rushed forward and took Yoochun's hand in both of his with an eager grin on his face. Then he turned to Junsu and grabbed his hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Jaejoong stumbled in broken Korean and Junsu couldn't help but find him insanely attractive in every single way. So much for being straight.
There were only two rooms, one bedroom which had two single beds in it, one at each side of it, and a small living room with an insanely small kitchen.
It seemed like Jaejoong had just arrived himself, because there were a few unopened boxes still lying on the living room floor.
Jaejoong said something to Changmin pointing at Junsu and Yoochun, Changmin answered something and then Jaejoong repeated what he said.
gHe's asking if you guys are okay sleeping here in the living room,”Changmin said.
“Of course we'll sleep here. Thanks for letting us stay,”Junsu said and waved at Jaejoong who waved back at him from the other side of the room. Okay, that was awkward. He heard Yoochun snorting beside him and wanted to step on his toes. He would have if Yoochun wasn't wearing flipflops and Junsu wasn't scared to hurt him too much.
"Make yourself at home guys. I'll just put away my stuff and we can get some food in town afterwards.” With that Changmin passed Jaejoong and entered the bedroom. Jaejoong picked one box up from the floor and followed him. Junsu rushed to pick up another one, when Yoochun grabbed his arm. Junsu didn't like the smirk on his face. “Are you going to go from completely straight, to experimenting, to two guys in 24 hours? What has Europe done to you?”
“Nothing I can't handle. And it's not Europe, it's you. You're the bad influence, letting me smoke pot, drink too much, make out with a dude-”
Yoochun's smirk turned into a perfect smile and Junsu couldn't fight his own smile off. He wondered if he could handle kissing a guy when he was completely sober.
“Well?” Yoochun asked softly. “Stop flirting and give me a kiss.”
He knew he didn't have too, but he convinced himself that he did, leaned in and pressed their lips together. He kept his mouth closed, not wanting to come over too eager and got a bit disappointed when Yoochun didn't poke or prod. He kissed him back, leaving their kiss completely innocent. As innocent as a kiss between two guys could be, of course.
“Lets stop before we freak out Changmin's roomie. Wouldn't want to blow our chances with him right?” and the evil grin returns.
The thought of kissing Jaejoong crossed his mind. The guy was gorgeous and if there was anyone he wanted to go gay for it would be someone like him. He felt a stab of guilt in his stomach for thinking like that when Yoochun was right in front of him, and just a few hours ago he had been the one and only guy he could imagine himself doing anything with.
“What's with the worried face?”Yoochun asked.
“I'm hungry,”Junsu said. And sat on the backrest of the couch.
Jaejoong came out a few seconds after that and lifted up another box. Junsu saw the muscles in his arms flex and stared just a little too long. When did bulky muscles become kind of sexy?
“I saw that,”Yoochun said when Jaejoong disappeared back into the bedroom.
“You didn't see anything,”Junsu said. “My stomach is growling.”
Yoochun looked at him longer than was necessary before smiling and looking away. It was frustrating. Yoochun smiled all the time, seemed to find everything Junsu did amusing and Junsu didn't know how to react. He just stood there as Yoochun looked around the room for a few seconds before walking to the other side of the room and peeking into the bedroom.
“You done in here? We're starving,” he said. Changmin and Jaejoong came out a few seconds later and headed immediately headed for the front door. Junsu quickly followed them out.
When they were outside his mind wondered back to the first day he arrived in Europe. The day he met Park Yoochun and thought he was a drug dealer. He was almost completely convinced that he wasn't, but he could never be sure of course. He still knew nothing about the guy. He even knew more about Changmin than he did about Yoochun. Which made him think about another thing. How did he go from travelling around Europe alone to walking around Paris with 3 guys who were pretty much strangers, two of which he wanted.
Junsu caught himself staring more than once and caught Yoochun grinning at him every time. This was so weird. Junsu had been impressed by a guy's looks before but this was too much. The few moments he caught his insanely bright smile, Junsu felt himself melt.
They ate at Jaejoong's favourite place which ironically was an Italian restaurant. Junsu didn't mind, at least not for that moment. His stomach had really been growling and what he needed at that point was a big meal, lots of carbs for lots of energy for that night.
Yoochun tried talking to Jaejoong in English at one point, but only got him staring dumbly into space. At least they had one thing in commen.
“Hey, what do you want to do tonight? Eiffel tower?” Yoochun asked when they were done eating and just sipping on their drinks.
“Well duh,” Junsu said and Yoochun poked his cheek.
“You've gone from polite and eager to a cocky nerd since our make out session,” he said.
“We never made out,” Junsu said. “We kissed. There wasn't even tongue-”
“There was no tongue this afternoon. Yesterday-”
“Yesterday was yesterday,” Junsu cut him off.
Yoochun shook his head and took another sip of his Red Bull.
Across from them sat Jaejoong and Changmin who were trying to communicate as much as possible, switching off from French to English. Junsu wondered what it would be like to live with Kim Jaejoong. Would he ever get used to seeing someone so gorgeous every day? Did Changmin see him as such? Was Changmin really completely straight?
Too many questions and still not brave enough to just ask.
Junsu was about twenty times as excited about the Eiffel tower as he had been about the trams in Amsterdam. He stared at it for minutes on end. He never knew there were lights hanging from it and that it was sparkling in the dark.
“Mesmerizing,” Yoochun said next to him. “You want to go up there?”
“Can we? Really?”
“You can,” Yoochun said. “I'm sure Changmin will go up with you. Maybe Jaejoong too.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?” Yoochun asked and turned away from him.
“Don't you want to go up?”
Yoochun laughed and shook his head. Before he could say anything Changmin interfered.
“Only if you want him to cry, puke and pass out all over you, then you want him to go up.”
“You always know how to bring this so that no one needs to feel bad, don't you?” Yoochun sighed. “But no, I'm not going up there. It's probably the best thing for everyone.”
“Wait are you afraid of heights?” Junsu asked and Changmin gave him a look that said he was slow. Junsu knew that look all too well. Not necessarily from Changmin, but it was the universal “Is this guy for real?” look and Junsu had gotten used to it. Though he was happy Jaejoong couldn't understand what they were saying at that moment.
Junsu chose to act like he had not just said something stupid. “O, come on. I bet it’s not that bad. Are you afraid you’ll fall off or something?”
“It’s not the fear that’s holding me back. It’s the puking that follows. I’ll wait for you guys right here,” Yoochun said and took a seat on a bench near them. Junsu followed him. He wanted to go up there, but he wasn’t going without his first travelling buddy. He had gotten used to Yoochun following him around and wanting to do everything he did as long as they were still together that he was getting a bit dependent on whatever Yoochun did.
“So you really can’t go up there?”
“Nope-what are you sitting down for? They’re already going.”
“I’m not going with them alone. I could get murdered. Or robbed,” Junsu said. As he watched Jaejoong and Changmin walk towards the Eiffel tower.
“And I’m supposed to keep that from happening?” Yoochun laughed.
“Something like that.”
“Are you trusting me all of a sudden? Did that one kiss change your entire view?”
“It wasn’t that great okay? I barely even remember anything and I would remember if it was really that good-”
“Do you remember this afternoon?”
“…yeah, but there was no tongue in that kiss so it doesn’t count.”
“So what you’re saying is,” Yoochun said as he turned around to face Junsu directly, “that we’re in France, so we should French?”
“Well if that’s what you picked up on…” Junsu couldn’t believe how hard he was flirting and being flirted with. It was so un-him. He’d never act that way with anyone in Korea, let alone a-
He could barely finish his thoughts. Yoochun’s mouth was on his, and their tongues met halfway. He was doing it. He was doing it. He was doing it. He was doing it. He didn’t know which one it was, only that he was loving every second of ever of it all. He hooked his arm around Yoochun’s neck and clung onto him like his life depended on it.
Junsu had never, ever kissed anyone like that before. Not one of his girlfriends made him want to dig so deep, taste so much and hump so hard. O shit. Junsu felt his dick tingle and not long after, his pants started to get too tight. O shit.
But the tighter his pants got the more he wanted and stopping was the furthest thing from his mind. More, was what he wanted. Not less. Never less.
And then he felt a breeze on his back, before feeling skin on skin, Yoochun’s hand under his shirt. A short thought of how far can we go before we get arrested crossed his mind before a finger touched his nipple and shivers ran down his spine making him lean into Yoochun more.
It wasn’t until Junsu felt that his jaw couldn’t take anymore, they pulled away. Only their lips, their hands remained where they were.
“Are you going to remember that one?” Yoochun asked hoarsely.
“Yeah,” Junsu answered equally out of breath. “Yeah, I think so.”
Author: suju_shinki
Genre: Romance, crack, the usuals.
Pairing: Yoosu
Length: 4/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Junsu loses his luggage at the airport and his life starts from there.
04. Paris 1.
“There was one time I dared Yoochun to ride one of the cows. Imagine my surprise when he pulled me outside, creeped into their barn and sat on the back of a sleeping cow. It wasn’t until he fell of without the cow even moving when I realized he was shit drunk.”
Junsu was absorbing Changmin’s stories about Yoochun like a sponge. It seemed to be the only way to find out a bit more about him and Junsu needed to know at this point. Yoochun wasn’t saying much and just laughing and correcting Changmin at some points, but he didn’t object or tell Changmin to shut up, so Junsu wondered if somehow Yoochun had opened up a bit since the night before. The night where Junsu experimented with the outcome being his new sexuality. Bisexual. It sounded so whorish in his ears, for some reason. It sounded like he’d do it with anyone who crossed his path, be it male or female. What would girls say if he told them he was bisexual? What would he say if a girl told him she was bisexual? He probably wouldn’t say much, just get a boner at the thought.
They had gotten on the train to Paris that afternoon. Changmin had been surprisingly flexible and had started packing his bags right after hearing their idea. He said that there was an apartment waiting for him in Paris and that they could stay there with him as long as they wanted. Junsu had started finding Changmin extremely interesting after his performance the night before and was dying to know if he was gay, straight,bisexual or if he and Yoochun had ever been together. He didn’t have to wait for an answer long.
“Enough about me,” Yoochun said. “Why don’t you tell us a little about you, Changmin? Had a lot of models visiting lately? I remember a time there was another model in his house every week. This guy just has to flip out a camera and girls throw themselves at his feet.”
“Those models have gotten me nothing but A’s so I’m not going to complain,” Changmin shrugged.
“And of course that was all you were using them for,” Yoochun rolled his eyes. “I’ve heard more than I ever needed to hear when I lived there, Changmin.”
“No one asked you to listen, you perv.”
It made Junsu think of that night-it seemed like such a long time ago but it only happened 2 nights back in Berlin. When Junsu peeped in on Yoochun and some German guy almost doing it. What would have happened if they were actually…doing it, Junsu wondered. Would Junsu have been turned on? Would he like gay sex? Would he be on top or…? A little voice inside his head said that there was only one way to find out, but Junsu pushed that thought away. It was way too early for that. He wasn’t going to go out and have gay sex just days after he found out he may like guys too. That would be weird right?
Junsu decided that he had to stop obsessing about it and just see what would come his way, just like he had done ever since he had set foot on European ground.
The train ride took four hours and was over before they knew it. Around 2 hours in Changmin took out a book and his Ipod and left Yoochun and Junsu alone to entertain each other with friendly banter, subtle comments about the night before and that was pretty much it.
And then they were in Paris.
"I thought you said you'd be living alone,” Junsu heard Yoochun hiss in Changmin's ear.
“So did I,” Changmin hissed back. “I don't get it. Maybe I'm early?”
“Tu es mon colocataire?” the stranger standing on the other side of the cramped hallway asked. At least Junsu thought it was a question. And he also thought it was a very big coincidence that this guy was Asian too.
Changmin answered something in hacking French and Junsu was impressed when the stranger seemed to actually understand him.
“Changmin speaks French?” he asked Yoochun softly.
“Apparently they learn French in high school in Holland,” Yoochun answered. Junsu didn't miss the way his eyes raked over the new guy's body, from his thin hips up to his broad shoulders and then to that flawless face that looked like something out of a fashion magazine. A model, Junsu realized. Wow.
A few more words were exchanged in French before Changmin turned to them and explained that this apparently was his room mate and that he had said they were welcome to stay. And that his name was Jaejoong.
“You're Korean?” Junsu blurted and Jaejoong smiled at him.
“Oui, mais je ne parle pas la langue. Je suis né et a grandi en France.”
“He doesn't speak Korean. He was born and raised in France. I guess he knows basic Korean.”
“Well, nice to meet you,”Yoochun said and stuck out his hand. Jaejoong rushed forward and took Yoochun's hand in both of his with an eager grin on his face. Then he turned to Junsu and grabbed his hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Jaejoong stumbled in broken Korean and Junsu couldn't help but find him insanely attractive in every single way. So much for being straight.
There were only two rooms, one bedroom which had two single beds in it, one at each side of it, and a small living room with an insanely small kitchen.
It seemed like Jaejoong had just arrived himself, because there were a few unopened boxes still lying on the living room floor.
Jaejoong said something to Changmin pointing at Junsu and Yoochun, Changmin answered something and then Jaejoong repeated what he said.
gHe's asking if you guys are okay sleeping here in the living room,”Changmin said.
“Of course we'll sleep here. Thanks for letting us stay,”Junsu said and waved at Jaejoong who waved back at him from the other side of the room. Okay, that was awkward. He heard Yoochun snorting beside him and wanted to step on his toes. He would have if Yoochun wasn't wearing flipflops and Junsu wasn't scared to hurt him too much.
"Make yourself at home guys. I'll just put away my stuff and we can get some food in town afterwards.” With that Changmin passed Jaejoong and entered the bedroom. Jaejoong picked one box up from the floor and followed him. Junsu rushed to pick up another one, when Yoochun grabbed his arm. Junsu didn't like the smirk on his face. “Are you going to go from completely straight, to experimenting, to two guys in 24 hours? What has Europe done to you?”
“Nothing I can't handle. And it's not Europe, it's you. You're the bad influence, letting me smoke pot, drink too much, make out with a dude-”
Yoochun's smirk turned into a perfect smile and Junsu couldn't fight his own smile off. He wondered if he could handle kissing a guy when he was completely sober.
“Well?” Yoochun asked softly. “Stop flirting and give me a kiss.”
He knew he didn't have too, but he convinced himself that he did, leaned in and pressed their lips together. He kept his mouth closed, not wanting to come over too eager and got a bit disappointed when Yoochun didn't poke or prod. He kissed him back, leaving their kiss completely innocent. As innocent as a kiss between two guys could be, of course.
“Lets stop before we freak out Changmin's roomie. Wouldn't want to blow our chances with him right?” and the evil grin returns.
The thought of kissing Jaejoong crossed his mind. The guy was gorgeous and if there was anyone he wanted to go gay for it would be someone like him. He felt a stab of guilt in his stomach for thinking like that when Yoochun was right in front of him, and just a few hours ago he had been the one and only guy he could imagine himself doing anything with.
“What's with the worried face?”Yoochun asked.
“I'm hungry,”Junsu said. And sat on the backrest of the couch.
Jaejoong came out a few seconds after that and lifted up another box. Junsu saw the muscles in his arms flex and stared just a little too long. When did bulky muscles become kind of sexy?
“I saw that,”Yoochun said when Jaejoong disappeared back into the bedroom.
“You didn't see anything,”Junsu said. “My stomach is growling.”
Yoochun looked at him longer than was necessary before smiling and looking away. It was frustrating. Yoochun smiled all the time, seemed to find everything Junsu did amusing and Junsu didn't know how to react. He just stood there as Yoochun looked around the room for a few seconds before walking to the other side of the room and peeking into the bedroom.
“You done in here? We're starving,” he said. Changmin and Jaejoong came out a few seconds later and headed immediately headed for the front door. Junsu quickly followed them out.
When they were outside his mind wondered back to the first day he arrived in Europe. The day he met Park Yoochun and thought he was a drug dealer. He was almost completely convinced that he wasn't, but he could never be sure of course. He still knew nothing about the guy. He even knew more about Changmin than he did about Yoochun. Which made him think about another thing. How did he go from travelling around Europe alone to walking around Paris with 3 guys who were pretty much strangers, two of which he wanted.
Junsu caught himself staring more than once and caught Yoochun grinning at him every time. This was so weird. Junsu had been impressed by a guy's looks before but this was too much. The few moments he caught his insanely bright smile, Junsu felt himself melt.
They ate at Jaejoong's favourite place which ironically was an Italian restaurant. Junsu didn't mind, at least not for that moment. His stomach had really been growling and what he needed at that point was a big meal, lots of carbs for lots of energy for that night.
Yoochun tried talking to Jaejoong in English at one point, but only got him staring dumbly into space. At least they had one thing in commen.
“Hey, what do you want to do tonight? Eiffel tower?” Yoochun asked when they were done eating and just sipping on their drinks.
“Well duh,” Junsu said and Yoochun poked his cheek.
“You've gone from polite and eager to a cocky nerd since our make out session,” he said.
“We never made out,” Junsu said. “We kissed. There wasn't even tongue-”
“There was no tongue this afternoon. Yesterday-”
“Yesterday was yesterday,” Junsu cut him off.
Yoochun shook his head and took another sip of his Red Bull.
Across from them sat Jaejoong and Changmin who were trying to communicate as much as possible, switching off from French to English. Junsu wondered what it would be like to live with Kim Jaejoong. Would he ever get used to seeing someone so gorgeous every day? Did Changmin see him as such? Was Changmin really completely straight?
Too many questions and still not brave enough to just ask.
Junsu was about twenty times as excited about the Eiffel tower as he had been about the trams in Amsterdam. He stared at it for minutes on end. He never knew there were lights hanging from it and that it was sparkling in the dark.
“Mesmerizing,” Yoochun said next to him. “You want to go up there?”
“Can we? Really?”
“You can,” Yoochun said. “I'm sure Changmin will go up with you. Maybe Jaejoong too.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?” Yoochun asked and turned away from him.
“Don't you want to go up?”
Yoochun laughed and shook his head. Before he could say anything Changmin interfered.
“Only if you want him to cry, puke and pass out all over you, then you want him to go up.”
“You always know how to bring this so that no one needs to feel bad, don't you?” Yoochun sighed. “But no, I'm not going up there. It's probably the best thing for everyone.”
“Wait are you afraid of heights?” Junsu asked and Changmin gave him a look that said he was slow. Junsu knew that look all too well. Not necessarily from Changmin, but it was the universal “Is this guy for real?” look and Junsu had gotten used to it. Though he was happy Jaejoong couldn't understand what they were saying at that moment.
Junsu chose to act like he had not just said something stupid. “O, come on. I bet it’s not that bad. Are you afraid you’ll fall off or something?”
“It’s not the fear that’s holding me back. It’s the puking that follows. I’ll wait for you guys right here,” Yoochun said and took a seat on a bench near them. Junsu followed him. He wanted to go up there, but he wasn’t going without his first travelling buddy. He had gotten used to Yoochun following him around and wanting to do everything he did as long as they were still together that he was getting a bit dependent on whatever Yoochun did.
“So you really can’t go up there?”
“Nope-what are you sitting down for? They’re already going.”
“I’m not going with them alone. I could get murdered. Or robbed,” Junsu said. As he watched Jaejoong and Changmin walk towards the Eiffel tower.
“And I’m supposed to keep that from happening?” Yoochun laughed.
“Something like that.”
“Are you trusting me all of a sudden? Did that one kiss change your entire view?”
“It wasn’t that great okay? I barely even remember anything and I would remember if it was really that good-”
“Do you remember this afternoon?”
“…yeah, but there was no tongue in that kiss so it doesn’t count.”
“So what you’re saying is,” Yoochun said as he turned around to face Junsu directly, “that we’re in France, so we should French?”
“Well if that’s what you picked up on…” Junsu couldn’t believe how hard he was flirting and being flirted with. It was so un-him. He’d never act that way with anyone in Korea, let alone a-
He could barely finish his thoughts. Yoochun’s mouth was on his, and their tongues met halfway. He was doing it. He was doing it. He was doing it. He was doing it. He didn’t know which one it was, only that he was loving every second of ever of it all. He hooked his arm around Yoochun’s neck and clung onto him like his life depended on it.
Junsu had never, ever kissed anyone like that before. Not one of his girlfriends made him want to dig so deep, taste so much and hump so hard. O shit. Junsu felt his dick tingle and not long after, his pants started to get too tight. O shit.
But the tighter his pants got the more he wanted and stopping was the furthest thing from his mind. More, was what he wanted. Not less. Never less.
And then he felt a breeze on his back, before feeling skin on skin, Yoochun’s hand under his shirt. A short thought of how far can we go before we get arrested crossed his mind before a finger touched his nipple and shivers ran down his spine making him lean into Yoochun more.
It wasn’t until Junsu felt that his jaw couldn’t take anymore, they pulled away. Only their lips, their hands remained where they were.
“Are you going to remember that one?” Yoochun asked hoarsely.
“Yeah,” Junsu answered equally out of breath. “Yeah, I think so.”