[Fic] You're Like
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Every cutie with a booty needs a hottie with a body.
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Yoochun becomes progressively more and more frustrated as the day passes. Another balled up piece of paper is tossed into the ever-growing pile on his floor and he drops his head into his hands, letting out a frustrated breath through his teeth.
“That’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen.”
Yoochun looks up to the doorway and sees Changmin smiling in the most unhelpful manner possible.
“Did I ask for your opinion?”
“Everyone’s entitled to my opinion.”
“If you’re going to help, kindly do so. If you’re not, go make out with Yunho or something and leave me alone.”
“I just finished doing that,” Changmin smirks, strolling easily to Yoochun’s bed and sitting down. He eyes the mountain of paper balls on the floor. “What the hell are you trying to accomplish, anyway?”
“I’m writing a poem.” Yoochun frowns.
“Jaejoongie’s going to kill you once he sees this mess.”
“If I don’t kill myself first,” Yoochun mutters, scrawling angry doodles of frustration onto his paper. “I can’t come up with anything good.”
Changmin leans over and takes a look at the paper.
“You are sweet like candy,” he reads with an arched eyebrow. “You are sweet like Hazelnut Dairy Milk chocolate scribble scribbly black line smudge another black line-”
“I get it, I get it!” Yoochun shoves the youngest away, making a defeated noise in his throat. “Just. Nothing compares to Junsu, you know?”
“I see.”
“…Okay?”
“That’s disgusting.”
“I hate you,” Yoochun sniffs. “What about that time Yunho tried to woo you in English and I was the one who helped him, okay? You should be more appreciative of me and help me.”
“First,” Changmin jabs him in the arm, “You love me. Second, it was all so grammatically incorrect I thought he was having a seizure in his mouth. Third, I am here to help you.”
Yoochun considers for a second. “Fine. Help me then.”
“Just go spend time with him. He’s been walking around mindlessly in the living room for the whole day and honestly, you should be more considerate of how he spends one of our rare days off.”
“Oh…” Yoochun trails off.
“Obviously he’d rather spend it with you, not wait for you to write him a poem,” Changmin sighs, standing up. “Come on, Micky, what happened to all those mad pimp skills?”
Yoochun tosses the pen and paper over his shoulder and follows Changmin out the door. “I wish you had come in earlier to tell me that.”
“Wasn’t aware you were really that stup-” he cuts off when Yunho comes walking down the hall. “Yunho! I mean, hyung!”
“Baby! I mean, Changmin!”
Yoochun keeps walking towards the living room with his face set in a wooden mask of revulsion and exasperation. He is determined not to acknowledge the sounds of cooing and snuggling taking place behind him in the hallway.
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“Chunnie!” Junsu beams as soon as Yoochun walks in.
“Junsu!” Yoochun smiles. “I have something to tell you.”
“What?” Junsu asks, grinning widely. He shuffles to the couch and plops down, beckoning for Yoochun to join him.
“I think…” Yoochun starts, sitting as close to Junsu as he can without actually sitting on the younger man, “I think you’re wonderful.”
“Well thank you.” A huge smile full of white teeth and crinkled eyes nearly knocks Yoochun unconscious.
“I-I think you’re really cute.”
Junsu rests his head on Yoochun’s shoulder and sighs quietly to himself. He threads his fingers through Yoochun’s and they sit in comfortable silence, both smiling helplessly to themselves.
“…You’re cute like smiley face lollipops,” Yoochun adds and Junsu laughs softly, turning his body to kiss the rest of the simile from Yoochun’s lips.
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After dinner, some ridiculous show starts on TV and they all try to cram onto the couch to watch it, limbs spilling out over armrests, elbows digging into ribs and cologne mingling together messily.
“That’s pathetic,” Jaejoong sneers, watching the contestant try to dance.
“It is,” they all agree at once.
“Junsu-hyung,” Changmin says in a deliberately innocent voice that makes them shudder collectively, “Why don’t you show us how that’s supposed to be done?”
Junsu shoots him a look but doesn’t back down-Kim Junsu will never back down from a challenge. He gets to his feet, gives the TV a long look, and plants his feet shoulder-width apart.
Yoochun knows his mouth is open, but he can’t help it. Junsu rolls his body like a wave and falls into a firm pelvic thrust, hips canting up before swaying to the side, giving them all a nice, long view of his ass as he shakes it back and forth.
Perky, Yoochun thinks, and pinches himself on the thigh.
“Wow,” Changmin tries hard not to smirk, shooting Yoochun a look. “So, Yoochun…hyung,” he coughs, “What do you think of that?”
“I think Junsu’s sexy like 70% milk and 30% dark chocolate with a couple fruits and berries,” he says mindlessly.
“He’s got some big berries all right,” Jaejoong mutters under his breath.
Changmin doesn’t even try and dies all over the place, clinging to Yunho while he laughs, enjoying Junsu’s fierce blush and Yoochun’s gaping look much more than he should be allowed.
“We won’t be back,” Yoochun says flatly, shooting up and grabbing Junsu by the hand, dragging the younger man towards the bedroom. “Don’t wait up.”
“We have dance practice tomorrow!” Yunho calls after them.
“Take your own goddamn advice!” Junsu yells over his shoulder and Yoochun doesn’t hear what Changmin yells back.
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“Holy motherfuc-”
“Stop, stop,” Junsu pants breathlessly from above him, smoothing a hand through his sweat-drenched hair. “Chunnie-ah, you need to cut back on swearing.”
Yoochun grins like a sleaze at him, trails fingers from Junsu’s arm to his hip. “You weren’t complaining two minutes ago.”
“Well…”
“Or twenty minutes ago.”
Junsu flushes and tries to bite back his smile.
“Or forty-three minutes ago.”
“Ahhhhh I get it!” Junsu laughs, leaning forward and kissing Yoochun between attempts to pull air into his lungs again. He grabs Yoochun around the shoulders and turns them over, the older man flailing when he falls between parted thighs.
Junsu looks up innocently and smiles. He slides a hand suggestively down Yoochun’s chest and watches his lover’s face break into a knowing, sexy grin.
“Dammit babe, you’re like an effin’ pixie stick times 730482598094802349802.”
Someone pounds on their door when Junsu bursts into incredibly loud laughter, Yoochun giggling along with him and trying to shush him with hurried kisses to the cheek and neck and lips.
“Chunnie, that was the best one yet,” Junsu gasps, eyes shining with mirth.
“I have a better one!”
“Enlighten me.”
“I love you.”
Junsu smiles and tugs Yoochun forward for a slow kiss. “That wasn’t a simile or a comparison,” he mumbles against soft lips.
“Love you like…like…” Yoochun says quietly, sighing when Junsu’s hands slide down his neck and back.
“Okay. I got one for you.”
“For me?”
“Yeah.”
“I hope it’s good.”
“I love you like woah,” Junsu smiles, the sound of his laughter filling the room when Yoochun grabs him in a bear hug and kisses him breathless.
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OKAY THEN LOL I SERIOUSLY DON`T KNOW WTF I`M DOING BUT OKAY. 8D I HOPE THAT DIDN`T FAIL TOO HARD. 8D WHY AM I HERE. LOL. LEAVING, LEAVING. 8DDDD
HANNAH YOU ARE MY FAVORITE. 8D HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON :3333! :D