| Fan Fiction |
by Micah
What bothered Junsu even more was that the silence was not uncomfortably awkward. It was okay to sit in silence with Yoochun. It was comforting enough to know that he was there. Could this mean…?
No, of course not. Junsu could sit in comfortable silence with Jaejoong and Changmin too because they were his best friends. Maybe Yoochun was like Jaejoong and Changmin.
Nodding in approval of the excuse, he returned to concentrating on the road.
Ten minutes later, they were at the movie theater.
“It’s like watching T.V. at home, but the screen is bigger and the sound is clearer and the atmosphere is better. So do you feel like watching?”
“You decide,” Yoochun smiled politely. Junsu silently cursed Yoochun for being so oblivious to the power of his simple smile.
“Let’s watch a horror movie,” Junsu suggested. He was picking the same movie that he and Changmin had watched on their date together.
A voice in the back of his head said that repeating everything from the date with Changmin may yield the same results at the end of the date. It was more like wishful thinking.
“Okay,” Yoochun smiled that smile again and Junsu mentally slapped himself. He shouldn’t be feeling like the luckiest idiot on Earth just because Park Yoochun was smiling at him, and only him.
Junsu bought tickets and popcorn. Changmin had paid more attention to eating the most popcorn than actually enjoying the movie with Junsu. Maybe Yoochun would be the same.
“I’m warning you, I get frightened easily.”
Yoochun laughed and Junsu wanted to melt. “That’s okay, you can close your eyes and I will tell you when it is safe to open them.”
Junsu smiled weakly; while in his mind, he cursed at Yoochun for being so sweet. Why couldn’t he be like Changmin and say, ‘Wimp’?
Maybe he didn’t know words like ‘Wimp’.
The lights turned off and the movie began.
Twenty minutes in, Junsu noted that Yoochun had glanced at him five times and asked him twice if he needed to close his eyes. The older man was definitely not paying more attention to eating the most popcorn.
So twenty-five minutes in, they came to a scene that even a little kid wouldn’t be frightened of. Junsu recalled how Yoochun disapproved of a man being cowardly so he picked that scene to play his part.
Junsu’s hands rose to cover his face as he leaned closer towards Yoochun. He was watching the movie through the slits between his fingers and Yoochun was giving him a weird look. Was he seriously afraid of this scene, which may be the least frightening scene in the whole movie?
Junsu released an ‘Eep!’ and grabbed onto Yoochun’s jacket, burying his face in Yoochun’s chest. Yoochun had to sit forward and turn his body to adjust to the position. People who sat around them were giving them weird looks.
“Junsu,” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu closed his eyes and waited for the insult, waited for Yoochun to call him a stupid coward and push him away. Yoochun probably didn’t know the word ‘Wimp,’ but Junsu was sure that he knew ‘Coward’.
“Would you like to leave? If this movie is too frightening for you, we can leave,” he whispered in that dreamy voice.
Junsu’s hands automatically released Yoochun’s jacket and he leaned back into his own chair. In a rude tone, he said, “Pass the popcorn.”
Confused, Yoochun passed the popcorn and leaned back into his own chair. What just happened?
Junsu frowned and stuffed his face with popcorn. This wasn’t working out. Yoochun was being too perfect. Well, maybe not too perfect, but he was acting too much like Junsu’s ideal type. What the heck was Junsu’s ideal type anyway?
Frowning some more, he continued to stuff his face. Then he heard a moan from the seat in front of them and stopped eating. His eyes darted to look at Yoochun, who looked like he was in complete shock.
The movie jumped to a morning scene and the light allowed Junsu and Yoochun to see the couple who sat in front of them, making out like there was no tomorrow. Junsu’s eyes darted to Yoochun again, who was now staring at the ceiling with an uncomfortable expression.
Without a word, Junsu grabbed Yoochun’s hand and pulled him out of the theater. Once they were outside, Junsu told himself that he could let go of Yoochun’s hand. He tried to convince himself that it felt the same when Changmin had held his hand. It didn’t.
“We can go catch an early dinner,” Junsu said, expecting Yoochun to pull his hand away.
“Catch?”
“Er…that means to get. We can go eat an early dinner,” he spoke more formally.
“Okay,” Yoochun nodded as they began to walk to the parking lot, hand in hand.
Junsu wondered if Yoochun noticed. He sure didn’t look like he noticed since his eyes were busy looking both ways before crossing the street. But after they crossed the street, he made it clear that he noticed.
“Junsu?” Yoochun paused. “It is normal for two friends to hold hands in this era?”
Junsu gulped. “Y…yes?”
Yoochun nodded slowly. “Okay, let’s hurry. I am actually getting hungry.”
Junsu’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped. He felt like a dummy as Yoochun dragged him towards the car. Wait, was he the dummy or was Yoochun the dummy?
“Wait.”
“Hmm?” Yoochun stopped running and Junsu couldn’t stop in time. His body slammed into Yoochun’s body and he almost fell backwards. Yoochun managed to keep him standing, because their hands were still connected!
“A good restaurant is nearby so we could just walk.”
Junsu didn’t expect Yoochun to agree. Changmin sure didn’t. He’d claimed to be too hungry to walk, and it was illogical to walk when there was plenty of gas in the car and valet parking at the restaurant.
“Okay,” Yoochun agreed.
Junsu’s jaw dropped for the 10th time that day and wondered how this date could be so wrong…yet so right.
So they walked, hand in hand, towards the restaurant. There was that comfortable silence again, the soothing silence.
Bad, bad, bad. It was like…eating ten bags of BBQ flavored potato chips in one sitting. They tasted good, but they were bad, bad, bad for the body. Yoochun was bad for Junsu’s heart.
They eventually got to the restaurant. Junsu finally untangled his hand from Yoochun’s hand because they were seated at a table for two and had to sit across from each other.
Junsu made their orders and they made idle conversation about the interior of the restaurant. Junsu reminded himself to avoid certain topics that could ruin the date. But then, didn’t he want to ruin this perfect date?
“What happened to the dog that was at your house when I first arrived?”
“Eunhyuk, he’s the dog’s owner, said that he won’t ever let me watch his dog again when he’s on vacation.”
“Why is that?” Yoochun inquired.
“Something about his dog being traumatized.”
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun murmured, guessing that it was his fault for chasing after the dog with his sword.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m thankful. I don’t like watching his dog. It’s just that I owe him for saving my butt once during one of our jobs,” Junsu replied as he munched.
Yoochun nodded. “So no matter how much you disliked the creature, you still took care of it.”
“If I don’t, Eunhyuk will just keep bringing up the fact that I owe him,” Junsu said with a laugh.
Yoochun wasn’t exactly laughing. “Debts should be properly paid off…” he murmured.
Junsu stopped eating and realized where this conversation was going. “Yoochun…”
“I still owe you money, don’t I?”
Junsu silently replied, ‘You owe me more than that, handsome.’
Out loud, he answered, “Don’t worry about it. Kibum’s assistant has been sending your paychecks to me every month.”
Except he stopped cashing in the recent checks because money was too easily mixed up, but the checks had Yoochun’s name on them.
“It surely must not be enough to cover my debt in destroying your ticket,” Yoochun pointed out.
Junsu frowned. He didn’t need Yoochun to decide to stay longer just to pay off his debt. If he wasn’t going to stay at all, then why stay longer, why make Junsu hurt longer?
He didn’t want Yoochun to stay because he needed to pay off his debt. He wanted Yoochun to stay because…because he loved Junsu.
But that wasn’t possible, was it? The probability of that happening was like…the probability of having someone come tell them that tonight’s dinner will be completely free of charge! Impossible.
“Junsu?”
“Huh?” Junsu blinked out of his thoughts. How could Yoochun look so cool and reply with a sexy ‘Hmm?’ while Junsu felt like an idiot who could only blurt out ‘Huh?’
“That man over there is staring at you,” Yoochun pointed out with a slight frown on his brows.
Curious, Junsu turned around to see who was staring.
“Siwon!” he greeted with a wave as the stranger walked over to their table.
Yoochun watched as Junsu stood up to share a hug with the newcomer.
“I thought my eyes were playing a trick on me. Since when did you start to put your career down long enough to start dating?”
Junsu rolled his eyes as they both took a seat. “This is my friend Yoochun. Yoochun, this is Siwon.”
“Nice to meet you,” Siwon extended his hand to Yoochun. Yoochun politely smiled and shook his hand.
Junsu recalled the times when a handshake would confuse cute Yoochunnie.
“So how’s Jaejoong doing?”
“Still jumping from job to job, reviving restaurant after restaurant,” Junsu informed.
Siwon laughed and Yoochun had to admit that the man had really cute dimples, but he wasn’t going to voice his thoughts.
“I’ll have to call him out sometimes. I’m working as head chef at a five star hotel right now. It’s all thanks to you and Jaejoong for motivating me back in college.”
“It’s your own hard work.”
“No, I owe you two big time. This meal is on me, okay?”
Yoochun looked up and expected Junsu to protest, but Junsu looked like he was in shock. So Yoochun quickly said, “No, that’s okay.”
“Please, let me pay. I owe Junsu and see it as a gift from me to you, a new friend to a new friend,” Siwon smiled. “You can treat me next time!”
Yoochun smiled. He found it difficult to dislike this man, but couldn’t quite understand why he’d wanted to hate this new friend in the first place. “Okay!”
“I have to run. Heechul is going to twist my ear off if I’m late to pick him up for our date. Bye!”
Siwon left.
Yoochun sat there wondering if friends twisted each other’s ears if they were late for just a date.
Junsu still couldn’t believe that the possibility of dinner being completely free of charge was…possible.