| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
Was Junsu asleep?
Yoochun frowned at the turmoil in his mind. What was he avoiding? He would be spending the rest of his life with this man, pretending to love him like a spouse should. That means sharing a bed with Junsu for the rest of his life.
What was he afraid of? Junsu jumping him? Yeah, right. The angel was too…angelic.
Sighing, Yoochun turned off the lights in the restroom, checked that the lights in the office were turned off, and made his way to the master bedroom.
He stuck his head in first to see the small light in the corner, coming from a nightlight with the dolphin design. Yoochun saw the blanket covering Junsu on the bed.
Telling himself to shut Yunho out of his mind, Yoochun walked in. He closed the door softly and walked silently towards the bed. Carefully, he lifted the blanket and lightly settled on the bed.
Just as he finished pulling the blanket over himself, he felt Junsu shift.
“Hmm? Who is it?” Junsu mumbled in a cute, sleepy voice.
“Just me,” Yoochun replied softly.
Junsu’s half open eyes widened. He was blinking in confusion. “Yoochun-sshi? What are you doing?”
“Sleeping; this is my bed too, you know?”
Yoochun couldn’t help but smile at Junsu’s shocked expression. It was amazing how Junsu could turn any expression into an adorable one.
“Oh,” Junsu finally found his voice. “Okay.”
Yoochun chuckled at his cuteness. “Sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep.”
Junsu nodded before lowering his head onto the pillow. Both laid next to each other, on their backs and staring up at the ceiling, not touching.
“Junsu-ah,” Yoochun whispered, knowing Junsu was not asleep. He could feel that it was still a bit awkward and unbelievable for Junsu. “Can I hug you?”
“Really?” Junsu sat up immediately to look down at Yoochun. He looked like a child who had just been promised candy.
Yoochun had to chuckle at that. “It’s normal, isn’t it? Don’t act so awkward.”
“I was afraid to go to sleep at first because I was afraid I’d wake up and realize that this whole day, your confession, was a dream,” Junsu confessed. “But I guess I got too tired and fell asleep anyway.”
“It’s safe to sleep,” Yoochun assured. He tugged lightly on Junsu’s arm and pulled him into a loose embrace.
Grinning, Junsu rested his head on Yoochun’s chest. “I can hear your heartbeat.”
“I sure hope so,” Yoochun chuckled.
“That’s not what I meant! I meant it…in a romantic way.”
“I know,” Yoochun casually ran his hand through Junsu’s soft hair. “You’re tired. Sleep.”
Junsu nodded lightly and closed his eyes. “Yoochun-ah, thank you; thank you for making today the best day of my life.”
Yoochun smiled as he continued to stare up at the ceiling. Moments later, Junsu was deep in sleep while Yoochun’s eyes were still open.
He was doing the right thing. At least he was happy to be making Junsu happy.
Yoochun’s eyes traveled to the window and looked up at the sky. It was a clear night. Was Yunho counting the stars tonight?
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It’d been a good one month now. In the past month, Yoochun could still catch himself thinking about Yunho, feeling the urge to go see his past love, but was able to restrain himself. He had to.
And it wasn’t as if he was really miserable. He had Junsu to distract him, to make him smile and make him laugh.
Now as he lied on the bed with Junsu sleeping in his arms, Yoochun came to a realization. Yesterday was the first day that he had not thought of Yunho at all. Because yesterday was Sunday and Junsu had planned a whole day of fun, food, and Junsu’s contagious laughter.
Yoochun had gotten too used to Junsu’s smiles and laughs, yet he never once found himself to be sick of them. As a matter of fact, he enjoyed seeing Junsu’s smiles and laughs more every single time.
They’d visited Yoochun’s family often and Junsu easily gained his parents’ love. They, like Yoochun, had expected Junsu to be a brat. His parents had been prepared to hate the man that their son was forced to marry. Yet Junsu had easily melted their hearts, just like he had done to Yoochun.
If not an angel, Yoochun didn’t know what else Junsu could BE.
He’d be Yoochun’s spouse.
But not quite Yoochun’s love.
Sighing, Yoochun glanced at the clock to see that it was too early to be getting up for work. He didn’t have the heart to wake the angel up anyway.
He saw the wind rustling the trees through the window and predicted cold weather for today. Yet, lying in bed with Junsu early this morning, Yoochun felt far from cold. He’d gotten used to sharing this bed with his spouse. More shocking, he enjoyed the way Junsu would always use his chest or his shoulder as a pillow.
Unconsciously, his hand traced circles on Junsu’s back, feeling the cotton of his pajamas. They’d been ‘official’ for a month, but hugging was as far as they got.
Yoochun wondered why Junsu never brought up the events of their first night…when Yoochun was drunk and they had…
He nearly jumped when he heard the sudden squeal and the jolt in Junsu’s body. The next thing he knew, Junsu was looking down at him with wide eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Yoochun inquired, worry in his eyes. Why had Junsu squealed?
“Why are you tickling me?” Junsu pouted. He rubbed his eyes. “Don’t you know it’s rude to tickle someone when he’s sleeping?”
Yoochun remembered now. He had been tracing circles on Junsu’s back. He was so used to the intimacy that he didn’t even realize it when his hand traveled towards Junsu’s side and…tickled the angel.
Yoochun chuckled at the pouting angel. “Sorry, I lost control of my hand.”
“You did it on purpose! You’re so mean!” Junsu continued to pout.
Yoochun laughed even more. He lifted his head to plant a quick kiss on Junsu’s pouting lips before lowering his head back onto the pillow.
The smile left his lips when he realized what he had just done. He’d kissed Junsu…as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
But Yoochun could have sworn that it was just impulse, because Junsu was acting too cute and his pouting lips…they reminded Yoochun of when Yunho used to pout just so he could make Yoochun laugh.
Right? Because of Yunho…
...right?
Meanwhile, Junsu had been shocked by the kiss as well. “Um…”
Yoochun tried to change the subject. “It’s still early. You can go back to…”
His words were cut off when Junsu lowered his head to kiss Yoochun. Yoochun’s eyes widened and he saw that Junsu’s eyes were tightly shut, almost like he was cringing.
It gave Yoochun the impression of a young boy finally working up the courage to kiss his crush…and waiting for the rejection.
Yoochun wasn’t allowed to reject Junsu. So he closed his eyes and returned the kiss. Feeling his response, Junsu took another brave step to deepen the kiss.
Yoochun forced himself not to think…about anything or anyone. He forced himself not to even think about the man he was kissing. Thinking of Junsu would remind him that he wasn’t kissing Yunho. Thinking of Yunho would remind Yoochun that he was in love with Yunho, that he was betraying Yunho.
He still loved Yunho.
Yoochun still loved Yunho.
Damn it, he still loved Yunho!
Didn’t he?
Frustrated by the guilt, the questions, the emotions, Yoochun placed his hand on Junsu’s back to pull him closer. He wanted…no, needed the distraction.
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Yoochun cursed the giddy music that rung in his ears. His arm reached out from under the blanket to grab for the cell phone sitting on the small desk. Next to him, an equally sleepy Junsu mumbled something about pulling the plug on the phone.
Eyes still closed, Yoochun flipped the phone open and placed it against his ear. “Hello?” he grumbled.
“That took long enough!” a voice came from the other line.
“What?”
“Junsu? Is that you? Your voice is different.”
“Huh?” Yoochun murmured.
“This is Changmin!”
“Who? What? Chow Mein?”
“‘Changmin’!” the voice corrected. “You’re not Junsu! Who are you?”
“His spouse,” Yoochun answered tiredly before flipping the phone shut. He dropped it onto the carpet and returned to snuggling under the blanket with Junsu. Thank goodness for the blanket and the sharing of body heat or their naked bodies would freeze.
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A/N:
If anyone is interested, this is a Yoosu Co-write:
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