Aux Champs Elysées.
Aux Champs Elysées.
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: R
A/N: I hate Saint Valentines Day. I wanted flowers, I didn't get any. My desired Valentine did not send me anything. Rather angry atm. It's past two am in Britain.
Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Side Chapters: On The Edge Of A Cliff.
The first time Junsu meets Changmin he’s being pressed up against the wall by Yoochun and his neck is being severely attacked. Yoochun looks up when Junsu freezes at a smirking Changmin. And, if Junsu was going to be completely honest, he thought Changmin may well have been a serial killer. Yoochun assures Junsu he’s not by going back to nearly suffocating himself in Junsu warm neck. Licking and biting as Junsu and Changmin stare each other out.
The second time Junsu meets Changmin he’s crying his heart out. “I’m sorry.” He sobs as Yoochun’s mother opens up the door, her face a painted picture of shock at Junsu’s vulnerable state. “I need to see Yoochun.” He cries and she shushes him, beckoning him in with a cup of milky tea brimmed full with sugar.
When Yoochun literally drops everything and runs, picking Junsu up into a hug, holding him tight to his chest and squeezing the air out of his lungs. Junsu’s new sobbing doesn’t help his case very much either. “Su? Su baby? What’s up? This is something to do with Junho isn’t it? I’m going to fucking kill him ...” Yoochun makes to leave, Junsu protesting with hard sobs. Changmin stops him at the door. Towering over him by about a head, but none of this is fazing Yoochun. “Hyung,” Changmin stops Yoochun with a hand to his chest. “Don’t you think Junsu’s went through enough tonight? You should both go to bed a talk about it in the morning.” Yunho nods from behind Changmin; Jaejoong’s holding Junsu’s hand. The warmth from his palm giving a calming, soothing effect. Junsu thinks for being the youngest, Changmin is impeccably smart.
The third time he meets Changmin it’s after work. He walked home because summer was coming in and he wanted to bask in the glow of the summer sunshine that was beginning to set in the east. “Junsu-hyung?” He heard. Quiet and smiling. He spun round to see Changmin. “Hi,” he smiled. He took a deep breath through his nose. “Wanna get coffee hyung?” Junsu nodded.
“It’s easy. You just need to learn how to keep a straight face.” Junsu laughs his usual boyish laugh. “He won’t believe me, Min.” Changmin scoffs. “Seriously. Straight face, no laughing. You’ll be fine.” Just then his phone rang. “It’s him! It’s him!” Changmin snorts. “Hello?” Junsu answers. “Junsu? Where are you, are you okay?” Yoochun asks frantically on the phone. “Yoochun. Listen, I think we should talk.” He covers his mouth with his hand as he laughs. He listens carefully as Yoochun’s breath hitches in shock on the other end of the phone, now he feels insanely guilty. His eyes flick to Changmin, worried and watering. He bites his lip in nervousness. “Junsu, are you planning on breaking up with me?” Junsu’s confidence comes flooding back at the disappointment in Yoochun’s voice. “I ... well.” And he turns to look at Changmin for some inclination on what to say. He ends up in a fit of laughter at the smirk on Changmin’s face. “Junsu, are you with Changmin?” Junsu splutters severely as Changmin shouts hello into the phone.
“How do you know Yunho?” Junsu asks as Changmin walks him to meet Yoochun at the secluded French café. “I work for him. I’m also engaged to his sister.” Junsu stops dead. “His sister? Jessica?” He screeches and Changmin grins slowly, deadly. “The one and only.” Junsu shakes his head to clear his thoughts. “Wow. I didn’t even know Jessica was grown up. I must be getting old.” He smiles sideways at Changmin, seeing him as a boy for the first time. Grin clear as day on his young face.
--
“It must be hard for Changmin and Jessica.” Junsu states as he sticks to Yoochun like a limpet in attempt to keep the heat between them in the bitter cold. “Why do you think that?” Junsu shrugs, hoping Yoochun can feel it. “It’s just that they’re so young and they’re getting tied down together. It’s going to be the two of them. For the rest of their lives.” Yoochun nods. “Okay, fair point. But Changmin loves her, she loves him. They know what they want.” Junsu wonders if Yoochun’s implying something by that statement as they walk on. “Do you love me like that?” He whispers aloud because he’s been asking himself the question in his head too many times in the past five minutes. Yoochun smiles grabbing both of Junsu’s hands and looking him straight in the eyes. “Of course. I love you more than that. More than you’ll ever know.”
--
When they get back to Yoochun’s, he fucks Junsu over the coffee table in the lounge. Slow, languid and brilliant. Junsu arches his back, feline. Yoochun makes him feel perfect and completely whole. Junsu feels amazingly full of life. Full of love.
Junsu wakes up with the covers surrounding him in sleepy heat, face buried into Yoochun’s neck. The condensation from his breath making Yoochun’s skin sticky with damp. He giggles and Yoochun groans, hand tightening around Junsu’s waist in protest. “What?” Yoochun croaks, one eye opening blearily. Junsu straddles him around the middle. “You have morning wood.” Junsu states, leaning over him and chastely kissing him on the nose. “Oh,” he smiles drowsily. “Are you going to do something about it?” Junsu smirks, sensual. He winks, “Ready for a ride, cowboy?”
--
Junsu feels it as Jaejoong watches him. “What?” He tries to sound snarky, but he can hear the smile in his voice. “Is he that good at sex?” Junsu doesn’t even bother to contemplate and spins round as fast as lightening. “Oh my, Jaejoong. I swear. I have never ever experienced anyone as good as him.” Jaejoong smiles. “Do you love him?” Junsu freezes from tacking finger paintings up onto the wall. “Fucking hell, Junsu. You do? Have you told him?” Junsu nods robotically. “More than once.” Jaejoong squeals. Like a girl and everything. “Jesus!” Junsu shrieks in shock. “No, no. I’m Jaejoong.” He smirks. “And I want to know more.” Junsu shakes his head and goes back to tacking finger paintings up onto the wall. “There’s nothing more to it.”
--
“Hi.” Yoochun grabs him into his arms after he’s come out of work. “I missed you.” Junsu snorts. “We’ve been away from each other for, what? Six hours?” Yoochun nods against his shoulder. “Too long.” Junsu snorts again. “Unlike some, I have to work.” He prods him in the chest with a pout. Yoochun stands back in mock surprise. “I do work.” Junsu smiles, eyebrow cocked. “Sure.” He mocks back, sarcasm oozing from his tongue.
Yoochun slips something cold and metal into his hand as they’re driving along. Junsu opens his palm to see a key. “It’s just in case you want to come over sometime. You know, to see me.” Junsu smiles. “We better go into town.” Yoochun looks at him questioningly, his brow furrowed in confusion. “I need to get an extra key cut.” Junsu smiles. He’s feeling rather happy right now. Something tells him Yoochun is too.
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: R
A/N: I hate Saint Valentines Day. I wanted flowers, I didn't get any. My desired Valentine did not send me anything. Rather angry atm. It's past two am in Britain.
Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Side Chapters: On The Edge Of A Cliff.
The first time Junsu meets Changmin he’s being pressed up against the wall by Yoochun and his neck is being severely attacked. Yoochun looks up when Junsu freezes at a smirking Changmin. And, if Junsu was going to be completely honest, he thought Changmin may well have been a serial killer. Yoochun assures Junsu he’s not by going back to nearly suffocating himself in Junsu warm neck. Licking and biting as Junsu and Changmin stare each other out.
The second time Junsu meets Changmin he’s crying his heart out. “I’m sorry.” He sobs as Yoochun’s mother opens up the door, her face a painted picture of shock at Junsu’s vulnerable state. “I need to see Yoochun.” He cries and she shushes him, beckoning him in with a cup of milky tea brimmed full with sugar.
When Yoochun literally drops everything and runs, picking Junsu up into a hug, holding him tight to his chest and squeezing the air out of his lungs. Junsu’s new sobbing doesn’t help his case very much either. “Su? Su baby? What’s up? This is something to do with Junho isn’t it? I’m going to fucking kill him ...” Yoochun makes to leave, Junsu protesting with hard sobs. Changmin stops him at the door. Towering over him by about a head, but none of this is fazing Yoochun. “Hyung,” Changmin stops Yoochun with a hand to his chest. “Don’t you think Junsu’s went through enough tonight? You should both go to bed a talk about it in the morning.” Yunho nods from behind Changmin; Jaejoong’s holding Junsu’s hand. The warmth from his palm giving a calming, soothing effect. Junsu thinks for being the youngest, Changmin is impeccably smart.
The third time he meets Changmin it’s after work. He walked home because summer was coming in and he wanted to bask in the glow of the summer sunshine that was beginning to set in the east. “Junsu-hyung?” He heard. Quiet and smiling. He spun round to see Changmin. “Hi,” he smiled. He took a deep breath through his nose. “Wanna get coffee hyung?” Junsu nodded.
“It’s easy. You just need to learn how to keep a straight face.” Junsu laughs his usual boyish laugh. “He won’t believe me, Min.” Changmin scoffs. “Seriously. Straight face, no laughing. You’ll be fine.” Just then his phone rang. “It’s him! It’s him!” Changmin snorts. “Hello?” Junsu answers. “Junsu? Where are you, are you okay?” Yoochun asks frantically on the phone. “Yoochun. Listen, I think we should talk.” He covers his mouth with his hand as he laughs. He listens carefully as Yoochun’s breath hitches in shock on the other end of the phone, now he feels insanely guilty. His eyes flick to Changmin, worried and watering. He bites his lip in nervousness. “Junsu, are you planning on breaking up with me?” Junsu’s confidence comes flooding back at the disappointment in Yoochun’s voice. “I ... well.” And he turns to look at Changmin for some inclination on what to say. He ends up in a fit of laughter at the smirk on Changmin’s face. “Junsu, are you with Changmin?” Junsu splutters severely as Changmin shouts hello into the phone.
“How do you know Yunho?” Junsu asks as Changmin walks him to meet Yoochun at the secluded French café. “I work for him. I’m also engaged to his sister.” Junsu stops dead. “His sister? Jessica?” He screeches and Changmin grins slowly, deadly. “The one and only.” Junsu shakes his head to clear his thoughts. “Wow. I didn’t even know Jessica was grown up. I must be getting old.” He smiles sideways at Changmin, seeing him as a boy for the first time. Grin clear as day on his young face.
--
“It must be hard for Changmin and Jessica.” Junsu states as he sticks to Yoochun like a limpet in attempt to keep the heat between them in the bitter cold. “Why do you think that?” Junsu shrugs, hoping Yoochun can feel it. “It’s just that they’re so young and they’re getting tied down together. It’s going to be the two of them. For the rest of their lives.” Yoochun nods. “Okay, fair point. But Changmin loves her, she loves him. They know what they want.” Junsu wonders if Yoochun’s implying something by that statement as they walk on. “Do you love me like that?” He whispers aloud because he’s been asking himself the question in his head too many times in the past five minutes. Yoochun smiles grabbing both of Junsu’s hands and looking him straight in the eyes. “Of course. I love you more than that. More than you’ll ever know.”
--
When they get back to Yoochun’s, he fucks Junsu over the coffee table in the lounge. Slow, languid and brilliant. Junsu arches his back, feline. Yoochun makes him feel perfect and completely whole. Junsu feels amazingly full of life. Full of love.
Junsu wakes up with the covers surrounding him in sleepy heat, face buried into Yoochun’s neck. The condensation from his breath making Yoochun’s skin sticky with damp. He giggles and Yoochun groans, hand tightening around Junsu’s waist in protest. “What?” Yoochun croaks, one eye opening blearily. Junsu straddles him around the middle. “You have morning wood.” Junsu states, leaning over him and chastely kissing him on the nose. “Oh,” he smiles drowsily. “Are you going to do something about it?” Junsu smirks, sensual. He winks, “Ready for a ride, cowboy?”
--
Junsu feels it as Jaejoong watches him. “What?” He tries to sound snarky, but he can hear the smile in his voice. “Is he that good at sex?” Junsu doesn’t even bother to contemplate and spins round as fast as lightening. “Oh my, Jaejoong. I swear. I have never ever experienced anyone as good as him.” Jaejoong smiles. “Do you love him?” Junsu freezes from tacking finger paintings up onto the wall. “Fucking hell, Junsu. You do? Have you told him?” Junsu nods robotically. “More than once.” Jaejoong squeals. Like a girl and everything. “Jesus!” Junsu shrieks in shock. “No, no. I’m Jaejoong.” He smirks. “And I want to know more.” Junsu shakes his head and goes back to tacking finger paintings up onto the wall. “There’s nothing more to it.”
--
“Hi.” Yoochun grabs him into his arms after he’s come out of work. “I missed you.” Junsu snorts. “We’ve been away from each other for, what? Six hours?” Yoochun nods against his shoulder. “Too long.” Junsu snorts again. “Unlike some, I have to work.” He prods him in the chest with a pout. Yoochun stands back in mock surprise. “I do work.” Junsu smiles, eyebrow cocked. “Sure.” He mocks back, sarcasm oozing from his tongue.
Yoochun slips something cold and metal into his hand as they’re driving along. Junsu opens his palm to see a key. “It’s just in case you want to come over sometime. You know, to see me.” Junsu smiles. “We better go into town.” Yoochun looks at him questioningly, his brow furrowed in confusion. “I need to get an extra key cut.” Junsu smiles. He’s feeling rather happy right now. Something tells him Yoochun is too.