of rants, zombies and a cake

[kingheechul]

title: of rants, zombies and a cake

pairing: yoochun/junsu

genre: au!sunbae, fluff

rating: pg13
length: oneshot

summary: Wherein Junsu hasn’t slept for two days, Jaejoong being responsible for it and Yoochun being the sweet and fluffy person he is.

"Wow Junsu, you look like a zombie."

"Why thank you, Yoochun."

"No seriously, what happened?"

As soon as Yoochun saw Junsu walking lifelessly in the hallway, he thought he was seeing a dead man walking his way and he almost ran for his precious life. Although, not really. “Jaejoong and Yunho hyung happened.”

Yoochun stared at his boyfriend in awe. How did he manage to get such dark circles under his eyes in a span of two days? It was unbelievable. “…And?” He asked, wanting more details.

“Chunface,” Yoochun’s hand almost came in contact with Junsu’s arm. He hated that nickname. It was not nice at all. Very insulting. But Junsu still insists using it and it’s not like he has any other choice. His life sucks like that. “I was awake for two straight days. I think I’m gonna die!”

“Oh no! Please don’t die on me. Not until you tell me why you look so horrible.”

By the time they arrived at their room, Junsu plopped down his desk followed by Yoochun who lazily slumped in his. “How much time?”

“Half an hour.”

“Okay,” Junsu moved his desk closer Yoochun’s and rested his head on his shoulder. “It was Yunho hyung’s birthday yesterday so I had to help Jaejoong with his present. We made a thousand paper cranes a day before. That alone is bad enough. Look,” he raised both hands for the curious Yoochun to see. There were cuts and it looked sore. “My hands ache like mad. But Jaejoong just had to torture me more! He should’ve at least had the decency to tell me he needed the house for the day.”

Yoochun found himself holding Junsu’s hand and massaging it lightly to somehow ease the pain. “But no! He chose to be a big bitch and have sex with Yunho hyung, in his room, which was beside mine, the whole day! The whole day Chunface! And it was Yunho hyung’s birthday! Why should they celebrate it in our house? Oh god!”

He felt bad that Junsu had to go through that. He made a mental note to surprise Jaejoong with tons of egg cartons to soundproof his room. Poor Junsu. “Okay, calm down. Close your eyes and sleep. I’ll wake you up when Mr. Yang arrives.”

Junsu hummed in reply and immediately drifted off to dreamland.

-

When he opened his eyes, he expected to have some sort of a stiff neck from sleeping on Yoochun’s shoulder but to his surprise, he found himself in the infirmary with the older man sitting beside his bed. “Why am I here?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. “That felt really good.”

Yoochun smiled. “I told the teacher you were sick so he let me accompany you here.”

“I am sick?”

“No, but you were sleepy and you need sleep.”

“Oh,” he nodded in reply. “What time is it?”

Yoochun stood up and extended out his hand which Junsu gladly took as he got off the bed. “Time for lunch. Come on, Jaejoong must be waiting for us.”

True enough, the doe-eyed beauty was patiently waiting for them in their usual spot in the cafeteria. Once spotting the couple, he waved excitedly and Junsu just had to roll his eyes at that. “I was waiting for you.”

“No shit.” Junsu responded which earned him a glare from Yoochun. He ignored it. “I’m surprised Yunho hyung hasn’t ripped your ass off yet.”

“Junsu!” Yoochun tried to reprimand but Junsu was out of control.

“Did your bed break yet? Did it? I would be glad to order you a new one, buddy. Would a water bed do? It’s better than a normal one, you know. It’s naturally shaky so it makes the sex kinkier. And no matter how hard you’re doing it, it won’t pound hard on the wall and if it breaks, oh wait no, it doesn’t break.”

Jaejoong gaped and Yoochun sighed. “No, it doesn’t, Junsu. And please don’t lash out on Jaejoong.”

“Bottom line is,” Junsu really has to learn to listen to his boyfriend. “Please be considerate of the people around you. If you’re gonna have a wild night with your boyfriend, do is somewhere people won’t hear you! And…and…”

“And that is the end of Junsu’s rants thank you very much.” Yoochun forces the frustrated teen on the seat beside him and fed him a sandwich. “Eat, it’s good for you.” Junsu took the mouth-watering thing in his hands and started munching on it. Letting out his frustrations made him hungry. “I’m sorry, Jaejoong.” Being the bigger person – not literally though – Yoochun sincerely apologized in behalf of Junsu who wasn’t paying attention to them. “He lacks sleep and you know how he is.”

“Of course,” Jaejoong nodded with a smile. “Of course. I’m at fault, I know.” He said. “I think I tired him out too much.”

-

“What you did…please don’t do it again.” Yoochun said as he cradled Junsu in his arms. After school, Junsu decided to sleep over Yoochun’s house just to cool down. He still couldn’t face Jaejoong without blowing up and shouting profanities. Hey, it was his sleep that was ruined. He needed that beauty sleep. “Promise me.”

He hummed in response, playing with Yoochun’s fingers. “You know why I was so frustrated?”

“Tell me.”

“Because I couldn’t do what Jaejoong can. He makes time to plan out surprises for Yunho hyung, he’s sweet, very caring and he’s everything I wish to be. I can’t plan surprises because I’m bad at it and before I could even surprise you, I would end up telling you about the whole thing. I call you names and I always piss you off and I’m not as sweet as him. Jaejoong is gorgeous but I’m not. He’s perfect and I’m a failure.”

Oh.

Oh.

It was then that it dawned upon him. Junsu was insecure. He isn’t confident about himself that he tends to see his imperfections more. He held Junsu’s hands in his and squeezed it tight. Junsu took the message and turned around to face Yoochun who was smiling at him. He hung his head low in embarrassment. This was supposed to be a secret, Yoochun wasn’t supposed to know about this but it felt as if he needed to say it. And so he did.

A soft smile still decorating his lips, Yoochun cupped Junsu’s face and gave him a light peck on the lips. “Call me whatever you want and I’ll still respond. Junsu, you know I can’t express myself through words but there are three words that I want you to always remember—“

“I love you.”

“You beat me to it. But yes, I love you. I love you so much but this isn’t really the time to be mushy because, well, I smell something burning and that probably is your cake in the o—“ before Yoochun could finish what he was saying, Junsu sprinted to the kitchen to tend to his now charcoal-colored cake. Yoochun laughed. “Dork.”