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kingheechul) wrote2011-11-28 01:00 am
kingheechul) wrote2011-11-28 01:00 am
favorite mistake
title: favorite mistake
pairing: junhyung/yoseob
genre: romance, au!highschool
rating: pg13
length: oneshot
summary: A case of mistaken identity causes havoc in both Yoseob and Junhyung’s lives. Or maybe not.
a/n: just a little something something. a donation for the lack of junseob
“Remember, Yongjun hyung okay?” Gikwang nodded irritably but I could only care less. He owes me for the trouble he put me up a few days ago. “Gikwang, you sure you remember?” Just to, well, make sure, I asked him again.
“For the love of fucking, yes Yang Yoseob, I clearly remember that I should give this cheesy letter to the love of your life. Now, can I go?” I grinned, waving a hand at him. Good thing I won’t do the dirty work. I always get pathetically shy in front of Yongjun hyung. I guess I like him too much to look at him straight in the eye. And I trust Gikwang. I know he won’t fail me.
At lunch, I bugged him out of his wits, asking how did it go. Though obviously irritated, he still answered me calmly. “You didn’t give it to someone else, did you?”
“I did give it to the teacher.” I wacked him in the head. How could he do that? This guy…I’ll be sure to stra— “They were having a class, Yoseob. I couldn’t barge in there without permission.” Duh genius, do you need permission to barge in? “Besides, it was nice of her to pass it on to Yongjun hyung.”
“Why didn’t you wait until lunch then?”
“You were horribly excited and clingy. I had to do it so you would stop harassing me.”
Point taken. I have him the peace he wanted and started munching on my sandwich, my heart pounding so hard as I was anxious for later. Confessing my adoration for him wasn’t in my plan at all. But I had to tell him because this has been bothering me for the longest time. I didn’t want to be awkward around him so I figured confessing was like hitting two birds with one stone. He’ll be well aware of my feelings for him and if he likes me back…I hit the frigging jack-fucking-pot.
That dumbass. I shouldn’t have expected much from Gikwang. Deep down inside, I knew he would mess up. Gikwang just never does things right. Too bad I love the dude too much to break off our friendship which I would never really do. I glanced at my wrist watch and almost half an hour has passed and still no sigh of my senior. I sighed. Why the crap is this so hard?
“Seobbie?” the voice jarred me from my thoughts. I looked up to see my stunning Yongjun hyung but what stood before me was a completely different person.
Holy shit. No fucking way.
Standing before me was Yong Junhyung, also a senior, but a weirdo. No one doesn’t seem to like him. It’s not that I dislike him; I don’t even know him on a personal level to feel that way towards him. I guess I’m just not fond of him. He raised the letter in his hand and looked as awkward as I am.
I am gonna give Gikwang a beating but for now, how the hell do I deal with stuff like this? “Ms. Jeon said this was for me. Is she right? Or this wasn’t supposed to be mine?” his voice was deep, a contrast to Yongjun hyung’s soft and sleazy one. He looked very much hopeful and though he doesn’t show it, it looks like he’s happy that someone, apparently, likes him and I hate to make him sad.
“Yes, of course it’s for you.”
Hopefully, he doesn’t see through my lie. Hey, I didn’t want to hurt him.
A smile played his lips and kidding aside, he looked gorgeous. “Thank you.” He gratefully said with a bow. “I didn’t know someone would actually take a liking to me. Everyone hates me.”
“Not everyone.” I heard myself say. “I, for one, don’t hate you and my best friend also doesn’t.” That was true. Maybe I’m not fond of him but that doesn’t mean I hate him. “So, are we like…together now?”
When he hugged me tight, that’s when I knew I was in deep, deep shit.
-
“Holy fuckaroni Lee Gikwang! I am this close to taking your life!” I lunged forward and tackled him on the ground. “That was so not cool!”
I guess his laughter meant the news has spread like wildfire in school already. “It’s okay.” He patted me on the head and I surely want to bite those fingers off. “You’ll learn to like him and if this would make you feel better, I heard Yongjun hyung is already dating a senior. If that letter was given to him, you would be forever humiliated. Don’t worry my man, I’m pretty sure your new boyfie’s likeable despite his weirdness.”
I sighed, closing my eyes. How I wish he’s right. Even just this once.
-
I shouldn’t have been surprised to see people murmuring and whispering as if I was invisible. I could clearly hear them but I don’t mind. They can say whatever the hell they want to say and I don’t really give a damn. I stopped by my locker and noticed a shadow (or was it two?) behind me. I turned around and saw Yongjun hyung with, well, his alleged lover. My chest tightened at that.
“Oh hyung!” I still greeted him cheerfully as if nothing’s wrong so he wouldn’t suspect something.
“How was it?”
I looked at him, confused. “How was what?”
He slapped me lightly in the arm and holy nutshell! I could melt from his touch. “You and that Yong guy are you…you know…”
“Oh,” I stared dumbly as it slowly processed in my mind. “Well, yeah,” I really want to cry so bad. Hyung, you’re supposed to be my boyfriend not Junhyung. I guess it’s no use complaining now.
“Seobbie?” I almost facepalmed at the name. Okay Junhyung, not because I referred to myself like that in the letter doesn’t mean you can call me that. I could notice hesitation to, I don’t know, maybe snake an arm on my waist or hold my hand. Whichever it was, I just let him be. He eventually held my hand I had to roll my eyes at hyung’s teasing smile. Really, I would rather hold hands with him. To be completely honest, I am still awkward with this whole new set-up between Junhyung and I. I don’t know anything about him and I have no idea if he accepted whatever it was he thought I was offering him because he likes me or just for the heck of it. Oh well, this is highschool. And things happen.
Apparently, Junhyung wanted to have lunch. I’m his boyfriend. How could I resist such request? Expectedly though, students were not-so-silently talking about how we made an entrance in the cafeteria hand-in-hand. Sure I have no feelings for the guy but I have the urge protect him in any way I could. I may be no muscle man but years of judo training does pay off.
“Don’t mind them.” I told Junhyung as we headed towards the table where Gikwang and the gang were. “Hi guys!” I greeted, pulling Junhyung over to sit beside me.
“No offense but aren’t you a senior, Junhyung ssi? Why is Yoseob acting like he’s in charge of your relationship?” asked a smirking Doojoon. He doesn’t know anything, only Gikwang does. That bastard.
“Oh please Doojoon, cut the crap!” I said, already munching on my lunch that I made Dongwoon buy. I stared at Junhyung who looked like he didn’t want anything at all. “You full?”
“Just not hungry.”
“Oh yeah? You should eat more though. You’re skinny. Well, you look skinny.” Junhyung looked at me and slowly picked up his chopsticks. I smiled. Good boy.
-
If anything, I feel like Junhyung and I are friends, like close friends. We don’t do things couples do and I’m pretty much happy with whatever we have right now. I do think that what he needs isn’t a boyfriend but a company. We’ve been together for more than a week and people’s assumptions of how he’s like is the opposite.
“I don’t get why they don’t like me though.” He said, taking a seat beside me on his couch. He has finally opened up days after I tried talking to him, telling him that I’ll always be here for him no matter what happens. I might not see him as my actual boyfriend yet but I like him.
“You know how people are. And we’re in highschool. Stereotyping is a must.”
“They can think whatever they like to think but I, for sure, am not a weirdo.”
“You are, in a way.” I told him. “You’re with me. That makes you weird enough.” He snatched my can of Coke and took a sip. “Indirect kiss,” I told him but he just chuckled. We haven’t kissed yet but I won’t be ashamed to say that I do want to kiss him. His lips are kissable enough for me to fantasize about. “Can I kiss you?” I am thinking straight, yes. I guess I just got too excited at the thought me having a taste of those kissable lips.
He leaned closer and so did I. His lips were so soft, just like how I imagined it to be. Our tongues danced slowly, not battling for dominance. It was passionate enough to send me to cloud nine.
“That was nice.” He said, pulling away. I could only snuggle closer.
“You took my first kiss.”
He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. “Oh did I?”
“Yeah, you freak. Wasn’t I your first?”
“I hate to burst your bubble but no, you’re not.”
“Who is it then?”
“A friend of mine whom I’d rather not talk about. It’s not really worth it.”
I looked up at him and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Is that why you were sort of anti-social?”
“I said I don’t want to talk about it.” I sighed and nodded, respecting his decision.
“Well, I’m bored. Can you kiss me again?”
“Gladly.”
We may be in highschool and not deeply in love with each other, but I could see myself with him for the next years or so. I might have to thank Gikwang after all.
pairing: junhyung/yoseob
genre: romance, au!highschool
rating: pg13
length: oneshot
summary: A case of mistaken identity causes havoc in both Yoseob and Junhyung’s lives. Or maybe not.
a/n: just a little something something. a donation for the lack of junseob
“Remember, Yongjun hyung okay?” Gikwang nodded irritably but I could only care less. He owes me for the trouble he put me up a few days ago. “Gikwang, you sure you remember?” Just to, well, make sure, I asked him again.
“For the love of fucking, yes Yang Yoseob, I clearly remember that I should give this cheesy letter to the love of your life. Now, can I go?” I grinned, waving a hand at him. Good thing I won’t do the dirty work. I always get pathetically shy in front of Yongjun hyung. I guess I like him too much to look at him straight in the eye. And I trust Gikwang. I know he won’t fail me.
At lunch, I bugged him out of his wits, asking how did it go. Though obviously irritated, he still answered me calmly. “You didn’t give it to someone else, did you?”
“I did give it to the teacher.” I wacked him in the head. How could he do that? This guy…I’ll be sure to stra— “They were having a class, Yoseob. I couldn’t barge in there without permission.” Duh genius, do you need permission to barge in? “Besides, it was nice of her to pass it on to Yongjun hyung.”
“Why didn’t you wait until lunch then?”
“You were horribly excited and clingy. I had to do it so you would stop harassing me.”
Point taken. I have him the peace he wanted and started munching on my sandwich, my heart pounding so hard as I was anxious for later. Confessing my adoration for him wasn’t in my plan at all. But I had to tell him because this has been bothering me for the longest time. I didn’t want to be awkward around him so I figured confessing was like hitting two birds with one stone. He’ll be well aware of my feelings for him and if he likes me back…I hit the frigging jack-fucking-pot.
That dumbass. I shouldn’t have expected much from Gikwang. Deep down inside, I knew he would mess up. Gikwang just never does things right. Too bad I love the dude too much to break off our friendship which I would never really do. I glanced at my wrist watch and almost half an hour has passed and still no sigh of my senior. I sighed. Why the crap is this so hard?
“Seobbie?” the voice jarred me from my thoughts. I looked up to see my stunning Yongjun hyung but what stood before me was a completely different person.
Holy shit. No fucking way.
Standing before me was Yong Junhyung, also a senior, but a weirdo. No one doesn’t seem to like him. It’s not that I dislike him; I don’t even know him on a personal level to feel that way towards him. I guess I’m just not fond of him. He raised the letter in his hand and looked as awkward as I am.
I am gonna give Gikwang a beating but for now, how the hell do I deal with stuff like this? “Ms. Jeon said this was for me. Is she right? Or this wasn’t supposed to be mine?” his voice was deep, a contrast to Yongjun hyung’s soft and sleazy one. He looked very much hopeful and though he doesn’t show it, it looks like he’s happy that someone, apparently, likes him and I hate to make him sad.
“Yes, of course it’s for you.”
Hopefully, he doesn’t see through my lie. Hey, I didn’t want to hurt him.
A smile played his lips and kidding aside, he looked gorgeous. “Thank you.” He gratefully said with a bow. “I didn’t know someone would actually take a liking to me. Everyone hates me.”
“Not everyone.” I heard myself say. “I, for one, don’t hate you and my best friend also doesn’t.” That was true. Maybe I’m not fond of him but that doesn’t mean I hate him. “So, are we like…together now?”
When he hugged me tight, that’s when I knew I was in deep, deep shit.
-
“Holy fuckaroni Lee Gikwang! I am this close to taking your life!” I lunged forward and tackled him on the ground. “That was so not cool!”
I guess his laughter meant the news has spread like wildfire in school already. “It’s okay.” He patted me on the head and I surely want to bite those fingers off. “You’ll learn to like him and if this would make you feel better, I heard Yongjun hyung is already dating a senior. If that letter was given to him, you would be forever humiliated. Don’t worry my man, I’m pretty sure your new boyfie’s likeable despite his weirdness.”
I sighed, closing my eyes. How I wish he’s right. Even just this once.
-
I shouldn’t have been surprised to see people murmuring and whispering as if I was invisible. I could clearly hear them but I don’t mind. They can say whatever the hell they want to say and I don’t really give a damn. I stopped by my locker and noticed a shadow (or was it two?) behind me. I turned around and saw Yongjun hyung with, well, his alleged lover. My chest tightened at that.
“Oh hyung!” I still greeted him cheerfully as if nothing’s wrong so he wouldn’t suspect something.
“How was it?”
I looked at him, confused. “How was what?”
He slapped me lightly in the arm and holy nutshell! I could melt from his touch. “You and that Yong guy are you…you know…”
“Oh,” I stared dumbly as it slowly processed in my mind. “Well, yeah,” I really want to cry so bad. Hyung, you’re supposed to be my boyfriend not Junhyung. I guess it’s no use complaining now.
“Seobbie?” I almost facepalmed at the name. Okay Junhyung, not because I referred to myself like that in the letter doesn’t mean you can call me that. I could notice hesitation to, I don’t know, maybe snake an arm on my waist or hold my hand. Whichever it was, I just let him be. He eventually held my hand I had to roll my eyes at hyung’s teasing smile. Really, I would rather hold hands with him. To be completely honest, I am still awkward with this whole new set-up between Junhyung and I. I don’t know anything about him and I have no idea if he accepted whatever it was he thought I was offering him because he likes me or just for the heck of it. Oh well, this is highschool. And things happen.
Apparently, Junhyung wanted to have lunch. I’m his boyfriend. How could I resist such request? Expectedly though, students were not-so-silently talking about how we made an entrance in the cafeteria hand-in-hand. Sure I have no feelings for the guy but I have the urge protect him in any way I could. I may be no muscle man but years of judo training does pay off.
“Don’t mind them.” I told Junhyung as we headed towards the table where Gikwang and the gang were. “Hi guys!” I greeted, pulling Junhyung over to sit beside me.
“No offense but aren’t you a senior, Junhyung ssi? Why is Yoseob acting like he’s in charge of your relationship?” asked a smirking Doojoon. He doesn’t know anything, only Gikwang does. That bastard.
“Oh please Doojoon, cut the crap!” I said, already munching on my lunch that I made Dongwoon buy. I stared at Junhyung who looked like he didn’t want anything at all. “You full?”
“Just not hungry.”
“Oh yeah? You should eat more though. You’re skinny. Well, you look skinny.” Junhyung looked at me and slowly picked up his chopsticks. I smiled. Good boy.
-
If anything, I feel like Junhyung and I are friends, like close friends. We don’t do things couples do and I’m pretty much happy with whatever we have right now. I do think that what he needs isn’t a boyfriend but a company. We’ve been together for more than a week and people’s assumptions of how he’s like is the opposite.
“I don’t get why they don’t like me though.” He said, taking a seat beside me on his couch. He has finally opened up days after I tried talking to him, telling him that I’ll always be here for him no matter what happens. I might not see him as my actual boyfriend yet but I like him.
“You know how people are. And we’re in highschool. Stereotyping is a must.”
“They can think whatever they like to think but I, for sure, am not a weirdo.”
“You are, in a way.” I told him. “You’re with me. That makes you weird enough.” He snatched my can of Coke and took a sip. “Indirect kiss,” I told him but he just chuckled. We haven’t kissed yet but I won’t be ashamed to say that I do want to kiss him. His lips are kissable enough for me to fantasize about. “Can I kiss you?” I am thinking straight, yes. I guess I just got too excited at the thought me having a taste of those kissable lips.
He leaned closer and so did I. His lips were so soft, just like how I imagined it to be. Our tongues danced slowly, not battling for dominance. It was passionate enough to send me to cloud nine.
“That was nice.” He said, pulling away. I could only snuggle closer.
“You took my first kiss.”
He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. “Oh did I?”
“Yeah, you freak. Wasn’t I your first?”
“I hate to burst your bubble but no, you’re not.”
“Who is it then?”
“A friend of mine whom I’d rather not talk about. It’s not really worth it.”
I looked up at him and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Is that why you were sort of anti-social?”
“I said I don’t want to talk about it.” I sighed and nodded, respecting his decision.
“Well, I’m bored. Can you kiss me again?”
“Gladly.”
We may be in highschool and not deeply in love with each other, but I could see myself with him for the next years or so. I might have to thank Gikwang after all.