They Met In Copenhagen 4.2
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 2
It was chilly that evening and Junsu saw Yoochun shiver next to him. He wondered if putting an arm around him would be weird. If it was a girl, he would have done it, so what was stopping him now? The penis, that’s what.
“Hey, what’s our next step?” Yoochun asked and looked at him sideways.
“Madrid,” Junsu said. “Or Sicily? I don’t know, I want to go somewhere warm. I want to go to the beach.”
“There’s no beach in Madrid,” Yoochun pointed out.
“Sicily it is then,” Junsu quickly said in an attempt to cover up his idiocy. You went to college for god’s sake.
“Thanks for staying here with me,” Yoochun then said and caught Junsu off guard.
“O…don’t mention it. Thanks for…staying with me this whole trip.”
“It’s been fun,” he said. And that was the moment that Junsu wanted to know everything about the man sitting next to him. He wanted to know him. The only thing holding him back from asking the questions that were burning on his tongue were Yoochun’s answers in the first couple of days of their meeting. He was vague and Junsu couldn’t help but think there was a reason, Yoochun wasn’t completely clean. Or Junsu was looking to much into it again, but he doubted it.
But seeing that they had gotten quite a bit closer in the past few days Junsu thought it couldn’t hurt to try and get more out of him.
“Can I ask you something?” he started.
Yoochun didn’t answer immediately but stared into space for a few seconds before saying: “Anything.”
That was surprising. He expected some cryptic question to his question or some other kind of super vagueness.
“Why are you running around Europe alone?”
“I know you’re probably expecting some exciting story, but this is going to burst your bubble,” he sighed.
“Tell me,” Junsu said when Yoochun didn’t continue for a few seconds.
“I’m going to sound ungrateful after this. You may not like me anymore,” he warned.
“Who said I liked you anyway? Just tell me.”
“I was supposed to go to college four years ago. Law school to be exact. There were no other options. I didn’t want to go…”
“You ran away?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“So, it’s safe to presume you’re a little bit crazy?”
Yoochun laughed, reached over and put his arm around Junsu’s waist. “If that idea does it for you, why not.”
“Most people fight with their parents and run off to a friend’s house, Yoochun, not to the other side of the world,” Junsu said. He was still debating whether he should believe this story or not, but for some reason it seemed to make sense. It fit into his aloof personality, not far fetched at all. There was one thing though.
“Where do you get your money from?”
“College costs a lot of money,” Yoochun shrugged. “And when I decided not to go, it was just lying there in my bank account.”
“You took your parent’s money?”
“Not exactly…something special happened. And you’re not going to believe me,” he chuckled, making Junsu curious.
“Well?”
“I’m not an idiot. My parents saved that money for a long time so I wasn’t about to go out and just spend it all. So I invested it. Most of it anyway. And the profits were…good.”
“Maybe you should have gone to business school,” Junsu snorted. “So simply said, you ran away from home because you didn’t want to go to law school, got rich with no real effort and pretty much lived in Europe for the last 4 years. I pity you.”
Yoochun laughed again and tightened the hold on Junsu’s waist. “Don’t be lame. It hasn’t been easy.”
“Okay…can I get more personal?”
“…Sure.”
“What about your parents? Is it really four years ago since you’ve seen them?” he asked. It sounded insane to him. He would be gone for a couple of weeks and his mother had almost had a stroke. Could someone really let their son run off to the other side of the world for four years?
“They call,” Yoochun said. “We’re on speaking terms.”
“But four years?”
“…Yeah.”
“Don’t you miss them?” Junsu had to ask.
“…Of course.”
“Are you planning on going back any time soon?”
“Not really, no.”
“Why?”
“Because I like the world. I haven’t been in Europe all this time. I went to America and South Africa before I came to Europe. There’s still a lot more of the world to see,” he said and Junsu wondered if it really took more than four years to see the world. Yoochun explained that he stayed in the States for a long time, learned the language the best he could before continuing his trip.
This is where Junsu realized Yoochun wasn’t normal. No normal person could leave home without parental support and travel around the world on his own without going completely insane. Yoochun had to be some kind of genius to have even survived.
Junsu also realized that Changmin and Jaejoong had to come back soon and that idea was less exciting.
“Can we go somewhere after this?” he asked.
“They say Paris is most beautiful at night,” Yoochun said. “Do we wait for them to come down or do we just go?”
Junsu looked up the Eiffel Tower and thought of Jaejoong’s gorgeous arms-
“Can we just go? It could take them forever…”
Yoochun’s arm slid off his waist and he held his hand instead. “Let’s see if we know our way back to the apartment by foot.”
Walking through Paris at night was what Junsu imagined walking through Disney Land would be like. There were lights everywhere, everywhere he looked people were laughing and French chit-chat filled his ears. Yoochun’s hand was securely tucked in his own and suddenly nothing seemed awkward anymore.
They’d stop at a stoplight and kiss. They’d cross the street, kiss. They’d choose a street, kiss, come to a dead end, kiss, almost get hit by a car, kiss and Junsu’s heart fluttered with every new kiss. His shyness from before was replaced by new found confidence, trigged by the fact that Yoochun clearly trusted him enough to tell him about his anti-climactic past. It gave him the assurance that everything wasn't a one way street between them anymore.
“I feel like we’re trying to break a record here,” Yoochun said after one of their longer kisses, leaning against the railing of what was probably a famous bridge, but those were worries for another day. “But I like the change.”
Junsu hummed in agreement
“Be honest. What do you think? How does your new found sexuality feel so far?”
“That’s a weird thing to ask. You just want to hear that you’re a good kisser,” Junsu said, leaning against him and looking over his shoulder at the river flowing under the bridge. Was it the Seine?
“I know I’m a good kisser,” Yoochun chuckled. “Wouldn’t hurt to hear it though. Come on.”
“Fine, fine, you’re a good kisser.”
“I’m good at a lot of other things, you know?”
“...Now that I didn't know,” Junsu chuckled.
“And I mean a lot of other things. A lot.”
Junsu pushed himself up to look at him. “I don't even know what to imagine when you say that. I mean, I know what you mean, just...what does...how do you...never mind, forget I even said anything,” he quickly said when he realized he wasn't going to get those words out of his throat. “Let's walks some more-” Junsu started walking but Yoochun had a tight hold on his arm and pulled him with his back against his chest.
“You want to know what gay sex is like?” Yoochun asked softly, his breath tickling the skin in Junsu's neck. He didn't answer. He felt his face heat up and was so, so thankful that it was dark and that he was standing the way he was. “It's the best thing you'll ever feel,” he continued.
“Even...”
“Especially that.”
They stood there for a while and Junsu pondered on the idea. Would he ever find out himself? Would he find out himself soon?
Gay sex still sounded scary, he decided. It would take more than 'It's the best thing you'll ever feel' for him to spread his legs...or whatever.
“When you said you'd be waiting on that bench, I thought you'd be waiting on that bench. I should have known though. I'm surprised you even came back. Where's you friend? Did he leave already?”
“You know, your voice is really sucky, Max. He's still sleeping, so shush-”
“Too late,” Junsu murmured against his pillow before he pulled himself into an upright position on the couch. “It was my fault, Changmin. We're really sorry.” Junsu couldn't see them, because his head was still covered with his blanket and he couldn't find his way out, but the loud sigh coming from one of them wasn't a good sign. And then there was laughter. Jaejoong's laughter. Junsu froze.
“They're gone,” Yoochun said after a few seconds and pulled the blanket off of him in one smooth motion.
“Gone where?” Junsu asked.
“Changmin is in the shower and Jaejoong is in his room. He's not really mad, you know? He just likes to bitch and moan a lot.” He sat down next to Junsu on the couch and put his hand on his head. “Your hair is crazy.”
“You're crazy,” Junsu mumbled. “We came back really late. He has all the right to be mad at us. We should have at least told them we were leaving...why are you so close? Ew, no...”
His objections were weak and he didn't make any move to push him away and Yoochun just pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. “Let's start with good morning, okay?”
“Fine,” Junsu hummed with his eyes closed. “Good morning. Good morning in Paris.”
“Well, it's actually afternoon already, but it was still nice to hear,” Yoochun grinned.
“You're not serious,” Junsu said and looked around for a clock. There was one hanging on the other side of the room and it said 1:15. “What did you do to me,” he groaned and put his head on Yoochun's shoulder.
“There's a flight to Sicily tonight. A hundred euro's. What do you say?”
Needless to say they booked their flights to Sicily for that night, or actually Changmin booked their flights for them and the three of them went sightseeing that afternoon. Jaejoong went to meet some friends, or at least that's what Changmin told them.
Junsu bought swimming trunks. They were going to Sicily.
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 2
It was chilly that evening and Junsu saw Yoochun shiver next to him. He wondered if putting an arm around him would be weird. If it was a girl, he would have done it, so what was stopping him now? The penis, that’s what.
“Hey, what’s our next step?” Yoochun asked and looked at him sideways.
“Madrid,” Junsu said. “Or Sicily? I don’t know, I want to go somewhere warm. I want to go to the beach.”
“There’s no beach in Madrid,” Yoochun pointed out.
“Sicily it is then,” Junsu quickly said in an attempt to cover up his idiocy. You went to college for god’s sake.
“Thanks for staying here with me,” Yoochun then said and caught Junsu off guard.
“O…don’t mention it. Thanks for…staying with me this whole trip.”
“It’s been fun,” he said. And that was the moment that Junsu wanted to know everything about the man sitting next to him. He wanted to know him. The only thing holding him back from asking the questions that were burning on his tongue were Yoochun’s answers in the first couple of days of their meeting. He was vague and Junsu couldn’t help but think there was a reason, Yoochun wasn’t completely clean. Or Junsu was looking to much into it again, but he doubted it.
But seeing that they had gotten quite a bit closer in the past few days Junsu thought it couldn’t hurt to try and get more out of him.
“Can I ask you something?” he started.
Yoochun didn’t answer immediately but stared into space for a few seconds before saying: “Anything.”
That was surprising. He expected some cryptic question to his question or some other kind of super vagueness.
“Why are you running around Europe alone?”
“I know you’re probably expecting some exciting story, but this is going to burst your bubble,” he sighed.
“Tell me,” Junsu said when Yoochun didn’t continue for a few seconds.
“I’m going to sound ungrateful after this. You may not like me anymore,” he warned.
“Who said I liked you anyway? Just tell me.”
“I was supposed to go to college four years ago. Law school to be exact. There were no other options. I didn’t want to go…”
“You ran away?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“So, it’s safe to presume you’re a little bit crazy?”
Yoochun laughed, reached over and put his arm around Junsu’s waist. “If that idea does it for you, why not.”
“Most people fight with their parents and run off to a friend’s house, Yoochun, not to the other side of the world,” Junsu said. He was still debating whether he should believe this story or not, but for some reason it seemed to make sense. It fit into his aloof personality, not far fetched at all. There was one thing though.
“Where do you get your money from?”
“College costs a lot of money,” Yoochun shrugged. “And when I decided not to go, it was just lying there in my bank account.”
“You took your parent’s money?”
“Not exactly…something special happened. And you’re not going to believe me,” he chuckled, making Junsu curious.
“Well?”
“I’m not an idiot. My parents saved that money for a long time so I wasn’t about to go out and just spend it all. So I invested it. Most of it anyway. And the profits were…good.”
“Maybe you should have gone to business school,” Junsu snorted. “So simply said, you ran away from home because you didn’t want to go to law school, got rich with no real effort and pretty much lived in Europe for the last 4 years. I pity you.”
Yoochun laughed again and tightened the hold on Junsu’s waist. “Don’t be lame. It hasn’t been easy.”
“Okay…can I get more personal?”
“…Sure.”
“What about your parents? Is it really four years ago since you’ve seen them?” he asked. It sounded insane to him. He would be gone for a couple of weeks and his mother had almost had a stroke. Could someone really let their son run off to the other side of the world for four years?
“They call,” Yoochun said. “We’re on speaking terms.”
“But four years?”
“…Yeah.”
“Don’t you miss them?” Junsu had to ask.
“…Of course.”
“Are you planning on going back any time soon?”
“Not really, no.”
“Why?”
“Because I like the world. I haven’t been in Europe all this time. I went to America and South Africa before I came to Europe. There’s still a lot more of the world to see,” he said and Junsu wondered if it really took more than four years to see the world. Yoochun explained that he stayed in the States for a long time, learned the language the best he could before continuing his trip.
This is where Junsu realized Yoochun wasn’t normal. No normal person could leave home without parental support and travel around the world on his own without going completely insane. Yoochun had to be some kind of genius to have even survived.
Junsu also realized that Changmin and Jaejoong had to come back soon and that idea was less exciting.
“Can we go somewhere after this?” he asked.
“They say Paris is most beautiful at night,” Yoochun said. “Do we wait for them to come down or do we just go?”
Junsu looked up the Eiffel Tower and thought of Jaejoong’s gorgeous arms-
“Can we just go? It could take them forever…”
Yoochun’s arm slid off his waist and he held his hand instead. “Let’s see if we know our way back to the apartment by foot.”
Walking through Paris at night was what Junsu imagined walking through Disney Land would be like. There were lights everywhere, everywhere he looked people were laughing and French chit-chat filled his ears. Yoochun’s hand was securely tucked in his own and suddenly nothing seemed awkward anymore.
They’d stop at a stoplight and kiss. They’d cross the street, kiss. They’d choose a street, kiss, come to a dead end, kiss, almost get hit by a car, kiss and Junsu’s heart fluttered with every new kiss. His shyness from before was replaced by new found confidence, trigged by the fact that Yoochun clearly trusted him enough to tell him about his anti-climactic past. It gave him the assurance that everything wasn't a one way street between them anymore.
“I feel like we’re trying to break a record here,” Yoochun said after one of their longer kisses, leaning against the railing of what was probably a famous bridge, but those were worries for another day. “But I like the change.”
Junsu hummed in agreement
“Be honest. What do you think? How does your new found sexuality feel so far?”
“That’s a weird thing to ask. You just want to hear that you’re a good kisser,” Junsu said, leaning against him and looking over his shoulder at the river flowing under the bridge. Was it the Seine?
“I know I’m a good kisser,” Yoochun chuckled. “Wouldn’t hurt to hear it though. Come on.”
“Fine, fine, you’re a good kisser.”
“I’m good at a lot of other things, you know?”
“...Now that I didn't know,” Junsu chuckled.
“And I mean a lot of other things. A lot.”
Junsu pushed himself up to look at him. “I don't even know what to imagine when you say that. I mean, I know what you mean, just...what does...how do you...never mind, forget I even said anything,” he quickly said when he realized he wasn't going to get those words out of his throat. “Let's walks some more-” Junsu started walking but Yoochun had a tight hold on his arm and pulled him with his back against his chest.
“You want to know what gay sex is like?” Yoochun asked softly, his breath tickling the skin in Junsu's neck. He didn't answer. He felt his face heat up and was so, so thankful that it was dark and that he was standing the way he was. “It's the best thing you'll ever feel,” he continued.
“Even...”
“Especially that.”
They stood there for a while and Junsu pondered on the idea. Would he ever find out himself? Would he find out himself soon?
Gay sex still sounded scary, he decided. It would take more than 'It's the best thing you'll ever feel' for him to spread his legs...or whatever.
“When you said you'd be waiting on that bench, I thought you'd be waiting on that bench. I should have known though. I'm surprised you even came back. Where's you friend? Did he leave already?”
“You know, your voice is really sucky, Max. He's still sleeping, so shush-”
“Too late,” Junsu murmured against his pillow before he pulled himself into an upright position on the couch. “It was my fault, Changmin. We're really sorry.” Junsu couldn't see them, because his head was still covered with his blanket and he couldn't find his way out, but the loud sigh coming from one of them wasn't a good sign. And then there was laughter. Jaejoong's laughter. Junsu froze.
“They're gone,” Yoochun said after a few seconds and pulled the blanket off of him in one smooth motion.
“Gone where?” Junsu asked.
“Changmin is in the shower and Jaejoong is in his room. He's not really mad, you know? He just likes to bitch and moan a lot.” He sat down next to Junsu on the couch and put his hand on his head. “Your hair is crazy.”
“You're crazy,” Junsu mumbled. “We came back really late. He has all the right to be mad at us. We should have at least told them we were leaving...why are you so close? Ew, no...”
His objections were weak and he didn't make any move to push him away and Yoochun just pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. “Let's start with good morning, okay?”
“Fine,” Junsu hummed with his eyes closed. “Good morning. Good morning in Paris.”
“Well, it's actually afternoon already, but it was still nice to hear,” Yoochun grinned.
“You're not serious,” Junsu said and looked around for a clock. There was one hanging on the other side of the room and it said 1:15. “What did you do to me,” he groaned and put his head on Yoochun's shoulder.
“There's a flight to Sicily tonight. A hundred euro's. What do you say?”
Needless to say they booked their flights to Sicily for that night, or actually Changmin booked their flights for them and the three of them went sightseeing that afternoon. Jaejoong went to meet some friends, or at least that's what Changmin told them.
Junsu bought swimming trunks. They were going to Sicily.