[dbsk] little hero on my shoulder - (g)
little hero on my shoulder
yoochun/junsu; with a splash of jaejoong
g | for kpop_prompts - 012. delete & 013. phone | not for profit
yoochun tries to erase junsu from his life after being turned down. a little fairy helps him out.
this is so old and has been rotting in my hd. D: i was about to delete it but i thought, "why not?"
yoochun's finger hovers over the 'yes' button. his cell phone asks the question: "are you sure you want to delete?"
yoochun has been sitting on his couch, slumped and unmoving, yet he's sweating. it doesn't help that a fairy named 'Hero' has been sitting on his left shoulder all this time.
"just do it" says Hero. "delete him."
the 'him' that Hero refers to is junsu, yoochun's ex-best friend. "ex" because, just last week, yoochun has confessed his one sided, gay love for him. junsu hasn't called back for a week now.
"but..." yoochun protests. "he might call..."
"if he wanted to call, he would have already done it."
yoochun visibly wilts, crumpling into himself.
"and even if he does call... it doesn't mean you need his number stored in your phone."
"why not?"
"he has your number, doesn't he?"
yoochun drags out a reluctant, "yeees". then he closes the flip phone in frustration.
"hey" Hero protests. "you didn't press delete yet."
"didn't i?"
yoochun feigns ignorance and stares out his apartment window.
his whole living space smells like gym socks and body odor. he hasn't really washed himself in a few days.
"you're grossing yourself out" remarks Hero.
"stupid all-knowing, imaginary fairy..." yoochun mumbles.
***
yoochun doesn't mean to fall asleep. years ago, junsu had teased him about becoming rip van winkle. depression makes yoochun tired though and when his eyes slide shut, he stays slumbering for three days straight.
when he wakes up, yoochun notices two things. one: he needs to go pee, really really badly.
two: his cellphone screen is dead and dark.
after relieving himself of urge no. 1, yoochun plugs his phone into the charger. he notices how his facial hair has grown quite a bit.
"or maybe it's mold" thinks yoochun aloud, running a hand over his chin and cheek.
"could be" says Hero. he's regained his position on yoochun's left shoulder. yoochun ignores him.
as the little indicator gets greener and greener, yoochun finds himself getting antsy. has junsu called him in the meantime? what if there's no missed calls?
when the phone finishes charging, it starts to ring immediately. it's a number that yoochun doesn't recognize, but he picks up anyway.
"hello?"
"hello? is this park yoochun?"
"yes..."
"i'm here at Echo...junsu..."
"Echo? what is that? who are you?! where's junsu?!"
"Echo's a bar. junsu's passed out here. he keeps on calling for you, so..."
in the end, yoochun doesn't catch the caller's name. but it doesn't actually matter. yoochun's racing to the bar called Echo the second he hears that junsu is there. yoochun's still in his unwashed clothes and semi-beard. but all he sees is junsu.
when yoochun reaches the bar, he parks with abandon on the curb. then he sees a familiar face.
"hey Hero. doesn't that..." but yoochun's left shoulder is lighter than before, empty.
"Hero?" yoochun asks. but the familiar looking man just blushes.
"park yoochun-sshi? i don't think i'm a hero for keeping junsu company, but..."
yoochun soon sees junsu slumped over the stranger's shoulder. he's not Hero, but yoochun swears if his imaginary fairy was bigger, that he'd look exactly like this man carrying junsu.
uncharacteristically, yoochun isn't jealous when junsu wakes up long enough to plant a wet kiss on the stranger's cheek, giggling. the man looks apologetic handing junsu over. junsu, upon seeing yoochun, envelops yoochun into a bear hug.
"where were you, you idiot?" is whispered into yoochun's right ear. yoochun closes his eyes and inhales junsu's smell. the one's he's missed for over a week or what seems like a millennia. he doesn't even smell his own odor.
yoochun's heart skips a beat and starts to beat erratic when he feels moisture from junsu's eyes on his neck.
when yoochun opens his eyes to thank the stranger, yoochun finds that he's gone. but suddenly, junsu's kissing him on the lips. a warm tongue passes by the entrance to yoochun's mouth, sending sizzling shivers down his spine.
later, yoochun will ask junsu about the stranger accompanying him at the bar.
"oh youngwoong hyung?" junsu will say.
"ah, so he was a Hero after all" yoochun will laugh. and they'll both smile, remembering.
yoochun/junsu; with a splash of jaejoong
g | for kpop_prompts - 012. delete & 013. phone | not for profit
yoochun tries to erase junsu from his life after being turned down. a little fairy helps him out.
this is so old and has been rotting in my hd. D: i was about to delete it but i thought, "why not?"
yoochun's finger hovers over the 'yes' button. his cell phone asks the question: "are you sure you want to delete?"
yoochun has been sitting on his couch, slumped and unmoving, yet he's sweating. it doesn't help that a fairy named 'Hero' has been sitting on his left shoulder all this time.
"just do it" says Hero. "delete him."
the 'him' that Hero refers to is junsu, yoochun's ex-best friend. "ex" because, just last week, yoochun has confessed his one sided, gay love for him. junsu hasn't called back for a week now.
"but..." yoochun protests. "he might call..."
"if he wanted to call, he would have already done it."
yoochun visibly wilts, crumpling into himself.
"and even if he does call... it doesn't mean you need his number stored in your phone."
"why not?"
"he has your number, doesn't he?"
yoochun drags out a reluctant, "yeees". then he closes the flip phone in frustration.
"hey" Hero protests. "you didn't press delete yet."
"didn't i?"
yoochun feigns ignorance and stares out his apartment window.
his whole living space smells like gym socks and body odor. he hasn't really washed himself in a few days.
"you're grossing yourself out" remarks Hero.
"stupid all-knowing, imaginary fairy..." yoochun mumbles.
***
yoochun doesn't mean to fall asleep. years ago, junsu had teased him about becoming rip van winkle. depression makes yoochun tired though and when his eyes slide shut, he stays slumbering for three days straight.
when he wakes up, yoochun notices two things. one: he needs to go pee, really really badly.
two: his cellphone screen is dead and dark.
after relieving himself of urge no. 1, yoochun plugs his phone into the charger. he notices how his facial hair has grown quite a bit.
"or maybe it's mold" thinks yoochun aloud, running a hand over his chin and cheek.
"could be" says Hero. he's regained his position on yoochun's left shoulder. yoochun ignores him.
as the little indicator gets greener and greener, yoochun finds himself getting antsy. has junsu called him in the meantime? what if there's no missed calls?
when the phone finishes charging, it starts to ring immediately. it's a number that yoochun doesn't recognize, but he picks up anyway.
"hello?"
"hello? is this park yoochun?"
"yes..."
"i'm here at Echo...junsu..."
"Echo? what is that? who are you?! where's junsu?!"
"Echo's a bar. junsu's passed out here. he keeps on calling for you, so..."
in the end, yoochun doesn't catch the caller's name. but it doesn't actually matter. yoochun's racing to the bar called Echo the second he hears that junsu is there. yoochun's still in his unwashed clothes and semi-beard. but all he sees is junsu.
when yoochun reaches the bar, he parks with abandon on the curb. then he sees a familiar face.
"hey Hero. doesn't that..." but yoochun's left shoulder is lighter than before, empty.
"Hero?" yoochun asks. but the familiar looking man just blushes.
"park yoochun-sshi? i don't think i'm a hero for keeping junsu company, but..."
yoochun soon sees junsu slumped over the stranger's shoulder. he's not Hero, but yoochun swears if his imaginary fairy was bigger, that he'd look exactly like this man carrying junsu.
uncharacteristically, yoochun isn't jealous when junsu wakes up long enough to plant a wet kiss on the stranger's cheek, giggling. the man looks apologetic handing junsu over. junsu, upon seeing yoochun, envelops yoochun into a bear hug.
"where were you, you idiot?" is whispered into yoochun's right ear. yoochun closes his eyes and inhales junsu's smell. the one's he's missed for over a week or what seems like a millennia. he doesn't even smell his own odor.
yoochun's heart skips a beat and starts to beat erratic when he feels moisture from junsu's eyes on his neck.
when yoochun opens his eyes to thank the stranger, yoochun finds that he's gone. but suddenly, junsu's kissing him on the lips. a warm tongue passes by the entrance to yoochun's mouth, sending sizzling shivers down his spine.
later, yoochun will ask junsu about the stranger accompanying him at the bar.
"oh youngwoong hyung?" junsu will say.
"ah, so he was a Hero after all" yoochun will laugh. and they'll both smile, remembering.