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Aux Champs Élysées.
Pairing: Yoosu.
Rating: PG-13.
A/N: Part Four :'D So happy there's people still reading. So ill but. D: I think I'm actually dieing. Anyway: Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Hope you enjoy the fourth installment.
Junsu’s edgy by the time it comes to Wednesday. He doesn’t really want to seem desperate. But he still wants Yoochun to know he misses him, know that he cares.
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It’s four pm and Yoochun hasn’t called yet, and Junsu’s starting to panic, which has resulted in him tidying his classroom twice and marking finger paintings. The dread that Yoochun’s not going to get in contact gets worse when he marks Autumn’s. He skims his fingers over the lumpy blobs of paint and feels himself tear up at the thought of never seeing Yoochun again. His thoughts are interrupted by a sharp rap of three knocks on the door. He opens the door to a smile and a bunch of orchids that fill the air around him with their scent. “Hi,” Yoochun grins even wider and Junsu feels himself grin because it’s so contagious. “I missed you.” He chokes, bringing Junsu in for a hug. Junsu feels his heart burst and erupt into a billion tiny butterflies. “You worried me.” He grumbles, telling Yoochun the truth and poking him warningly in the chest. “Worried you?” He grins, holding Junsu by the shoulders at arms length. “However did I do that?” Junsu blushes, it’s becoming quite like a trademark when Yoochun is related to the topic, but it is worse when he around of course. “You didn’t call straight off the plane.” Yoochun smirks, “That’s all?” Junsu swats him across the chest with an impish smile.
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They go to their café, as Yoochun’s effectively taken to calling it. Junsu makes Yoochun try the frogs legs. Yoochun tells him about how he’s been working out of the country with some diva Japanese girl and he emphasises those words too, with hand motions and all. He laughs and calls her a spoiled brat and Junsu laughs along, saying “She can’t be that bad,” in Japanese. Laughing like eu kyang kyang, then stopping when he realises Yoochun’s looking at him with wide, surprised eyes. “What?” He mumbles, hand scratching the side of his face in attempt to cover it up because he’s so goddamn self-conscious like that. “I want to know everything about you.” Yoochun tells him suddenly, grabbing his hand and staring intently into his eyes. Junsu feels his self-consciousness fly away.
“Why would you want to know that?” Junsu asks after about two minutes silence. Yoochun doesn’t hesitate, “Because I love you.” Junsu can tell that he really means it, from the bottom of his heart and everything. He actually feels it mean more than it did when Yoochun first said it on Sunday and hears it echo round the now nearly deserted restaurant. He’s actually afraid he’s going to have to try and stop his heart butterflies escaping his mouth and he’s never going to be able to kiss Yoochun again in fear of losing them. He leans forward and kisses him anyway. They seem to keep themselves at bay.
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They drive back to Junsu’s apartment this time. He just hopes he’s tidied up. He unlocks the door with a series of keys. “Fuck, that looks complicated.” Yoochun comments with a smile. Junsu looks back with a smirk, “It’s an old house, with an old door.” Truth be told, Junsu loves his house. It’s one of his most prized possessions. Along with his decades old record player, his antique clock, his grandmother’s necklace and Yoochun. He kicks off his shoes and scuffs through into the sitting room. By force of habit, he plonks his keys in the bowl on the little oak coffee table in the centre of the room and collapses onto his sofa.
Yoochun shuffles in moments later with a picture frame in his hand. “I have got to say Junsu, I love this.” He wiggles a picture in a small metal frame in the air. The picture is Junsu and Jaejoong at University. Bad haircuts, the lot. Junsu cringes, mostly for himself, but partly for Jaejoong. “You look pretty sexy here.” Yoochun laughs heartily and Junsu grimaces, his hair is dyed dirty blonde. He remembers at the time he thought he’d chosen the colour pretty well. Looking back now, how wrong he was. But none-the-less, he’s not changed very much. His facial structure has matured, but he still has his kid-like smile. The same one that he and Junho share. “Do you want to watch a film?” He asks Yoochun, anything to get him to put that picture down. “Yeah, sure.” Yoochun shrugs, setting the picture down on a side table.
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He turns the film off when Yoochun starts to snore on his shoulder. He watches him sleep until the clock chimes eleven in the lobby and Yoochun stirs slightly, clearly not used to the noise. “Hey, ‘Chun.” He whispers. “It’s time to go to bed. We both have work in the morning.” Yoochun nods in a sleepy haze and takes Junsu’s hand leading him to bed. He pulls Yoochun into the room and doesn’t bother to switch on the light. They get ready for bed in silence, climbing in once they’re down to wearing their boxers. “Love you, ‘night.” Yoochun mumbles against Junsu’s lips before pecking. “I love you too sleepy head.
When he wakes up in the morning it’s to the sound of a bath running and the smell of croissants drifting through his house. He didn’t even know he had croissants in the house. He stretches in bed like a cat, toes curling and slipping out from underneath the duvet. He pulls the covers back and trudges out the room in his boxers. Yoochun’s turning the tap off in the bath. Yoochun smiles at him and kisses him good morning. “I thought we could have a bath together?” He suggests and Junsu just sleepily hugs him around the waste and murmurs something incoherent into his neck which makes Yoochun laugh. “What time is it?” He squints up at Yoochun, voice groggy and gritty. “Well, around about half an hour ago it was five thirty. So, I’m reckoning it’s about six?” Junsu moans, “Why were you up so early?” Yoochun shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep. I still struggle with time differences.” Junsu nods against his skin. “Understood.” He croaks simply.
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He smiles to himself as he drives to work. Turning corners with perfection and driving at and optimum speed due to the strange lack of traffic. He feels so refreshed. He wonders if he should take a bath with Yoochun every morning. Maybe he’ll be nicer to the kids. Not that he isn’t normally. He arrives at work at seven thirty, wearing a smile. “Good morning.” He chirps at Jaejoong who’s sipping idly at a cup of coffee. Jaejoong looks up with a smirk, “You’re happy this morning. Get some last night?” He pauses for effect, at least that’s what Junsu thinks. “Or was it this morning, since you’re so happy?” Junsu actually giggles and turns around to face Jaejoong. “Is that all you and Yunho ever do?” He smirks back, milk carton in his hand as Jaejoong’s face turns from shit-eating grin to shock. “No!” Jaejoong shouts and then calms a bit. “I was just going to comment. You’re actually glowing. It’s like you’re a pregnant woman or something. That, or you’re eating to many strawberries.” Junsu clicks his tongue. “For your information, Yoochun did stay last night.” Jaejoong goes to open his mouth to say something, but Junsu cuts him off. “We didn’t have sex. I’m just happy right now, that’s all.”
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“What do you want to do tonight?” Yoochun asks him as he slides into the passenger seat. “It’s too late for dinner. So, I don’t know.” Yoochun shrugs. “I need to go to the shopping centre. There’s a book that I need to buy for Autumn.” Junsu nods and goes along with it, because really, there’s nothing else for them to do. When they get there, Yoochun opens his door for him and holds his hand as they walk around the shops. Junsu beginning to feel like a love sick teenager all over again. But he can’t help but be happy at the fact that he does feel this way.
Pairing: Yoosu.
Rating: PG-13.
A/N: Part Four :'D So happy there's people still reading. So ill but. D: I think I'm actually dieing. Anyway: Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Hope you enjoy the fourth installment.
Junsu’s edgy by the time it comes to Wednesday. He doesn’t really want to seem desperate. But he still wants Yoochun to know he misses him, know that he cares.
--
It’s four pm and Yoochun hasn’t called yet, and Junsu’s starting to panic, which has resulted in him tidying his classroom twice and marking finger paintings. The dread that Yoochun’s not going to get in contact gets worse when he marks Autumn’s. He skims his fingers over the lumpy blobs of paint and feels himself tear up at the thought of never seeing Yoochun again. His thoughts are interrupted by a sharp rap of three knocks on the door. He opens the door to a smile and a bunch of orchids that fill the air around him with their scent. “Hi,” Yoochun grins even wider and Junsu feels himself grin because it’s so contagious. “I missed you.” He chokes, bringing Junsu in for a hug. Junsu feels his heart burst and erupt into a billion tiny butterflies. “You worried me.” He grumbles, telling Yoochun the truth and poking him warningly in the chest. “Worried you?” He grins, holding Junsu by the shoulders at arms length. “However did I do that?” Junsu blushes, it’s becoming quite like a trademark when Yoochun is related to the topic, but it is worse when he around of course. “You didn’t call straight off the plane.” Yoochun smirks, “That’s all?” Junsu swats him across the chest with an impish smile.
--
They go to their café, as Yoochun’s effectively taken to calling it. Junsu makes Yoochun try the frogs legs. Yoochun tells him about how he’s been working out of the country with some diva Japanese girl and he emphasises those words too, with hand motions and all. He laughs and calls her a spoiled brat and Junsu laughs along, saying “She can’t be that bad,” in Japanese. Laughing like eu kyang kyang, then stopping when he realises Yoochun’s looking at him with wide, surprised eyes. “What?” He mumbles, hand scratching the side of his face in attempt to cover it up because he’s so goddamn self-conscious like that. “I want to know everything about you.” Yoochun tells him suddenly, grabbing his hand and staring intently into his eyes. Junsu feels his self-consciousness fly away.
“Why would you want to know that?” Junsu asks after about two minutes silence. Yoochun doesn’t hesitate, “Because I love you.” Junsu can tell that he really means it, from the bottom of his heart and everything. He actually feels it mean more than it did when Yoochun first said it on Sunday and hears it echo round the now nearly deserted restaurant. He’s actually afraid he’s going to have to try and stop his heart butterflies escaping his mouth and he’s never going to be able to kiss Yoochun again in fear of losing them. He leans forward and kisses him anyway. They seem to keep themselves at bay.
--
They drive back to Junsu’s apartment this time. He just hopes he’s tidied up. He unlocks the door with a series of keys. “Fuck, that looks complicated.” Yoochun comments with a smile. Junsu looks back with a smirk, “It’s an old house, with an old door.” Truth be told, Junsu loves his house. It’s one of his most prized possessions. Along with his decades old record player, his antique clock, his grandmother’s necklace and Yoochun. He kicks off his shoes and scuffs through into the sitting room. By force of habit, he plonks his keys in the bowl on the little oak coffee table in the centre of the room and collapses onto his sofa.
Yoochun shuffles in moments later with a picture frame in his hand. “I have got to say Junsu, I love this.” He wiggles a picture in a small metal frame in the air. The picture is Junsu and Jaejoong at University. Bad haircuts, the lot. Junsu cringes, mostly for himself, but partly for Jaejoong. “You look pretty sexy here.” Yoochun laughs heartily and Junsu grimaces, his hair is dyed dirty blonde. He remembers at the time he thought he’d chosen the colour pretty well. Looking back now, how wrong he was. But none-the-less, he’s not changed very much. His facial structure has matured, but he still has his kid-like smile. The same one that he and Junho share. “Do you want to watch a film?” He asks Yoochun, anything to get him to put that picture down. “Yeah, sure.” Yoochun shrugs, setting the picture down on a side table.
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He turns the film off when Yoochun starts to snore on his shoulder. He watches him sleep until the clock chimes eleven in the lobby and Yoochun stirs slightly, clearly not used to the noise. “Hey, ‘Chun.” He whispers. “It’s time to go to bed. We both have work in the morning.” Yoochun nods in a sleepy haze and takes Junsu’s hand leading him to bed. He pulls Yoochun into the room and doesn’t bother to switch on the light. They get ready for bed in silence, climbing in once they’re down to wearing their boxers. “Love you, ‘night.” Yoochun mumbles against Junsu’s lips before pecking. “I love you too sleepy head.
When he wakes up in the morning it’s to the sound of a bath running and the smell of croissants drifting through his house. He didn’t even know he had croissants in the house. He stretches in bed like a cat, toes curling and slipping out from underneath the duvet. He pulls the covers back and trudges out the room in his boxers. Yoochun’s turning the tap off in the bath. Yoochun smiles at him and kisses him good morning. “I thought we could have a bath together?” He suggests and Junsu just sleepily hugs him around the waste and murmurs something incoherent into his neck which makes Yoochun laugh. “What time is it?” He squints up at Yoochun, voice groggy and gritty. “Well, around about half an hour ago it was five thirty. So, I’m reckoning it’s about six?” Junsu moans, “Why were you up so early?” Yoochun shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep. I still struggle with time differences.” Junsu nods against his skin. “Understood.” He croaks simply.
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He smiles to himself as he drives to work. Turning corners with perfection and driving at and optimum speed due to the strange lack of traffic. He feels so refreshed. He wonders if he should take a bath with Yoochun every morning. Maybe he’ll be nicer to the kids. Not that he isn’t normally. He arrives at work at seven thirty, wearing a smile. “Good morning.” He chirps at Jaejoong who’s sipping idly at a cup of coffee. Jaejoong looks up with a smirk, “You’re happy this morning. Get some last night?” He pauses for effect, at least that’s what Junsu thinks. “Or was it this morning, since you’re so happy?” Junsu actually giggles and turns around to face Jaejoong. “Is that all you and Yunho ever do?” He smirks back, milk carton in his hand as Jaejoong’s face turns from shit-eating grin to shock. “No!” Jaejoong shouts and then calms a bit. “I was just going to comment. You’re actually glowing. It’s like you’re a pregnant woman or something. That, or you’re eating to many strawberries.” Junsu clicks his tongue. “For your information, Yoochun did stay last night.” Jaejoong goes to open his mouth to say something, but Junsu cuts him off. “We didn’t have sex. I’m just happy right now, that’s all.”
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“What do you want to do tonight?” Yoochun asks him as he slides into the passenger seat. “It’s too late for dinner. So, I don’t know.” Yoochun shrugs. “I need to go to the shopping centre. There’s a book that I need to buy for Autumn.” Junsu nods and goes along with it, because really, there’s nothing else for them to do. When they get there, Yoochun opens his door for him and holds his hand as they walk around the shops. Junsu beginning to feel like a love sick teenager all over again. But he can’t help but be happy at the fact that he does feel this way.