Pairing: Yoosu, Jaeho, Yoomin
Genre: Romance, fluff, angst
Rating: PG – PG13
Summary: It’s the umpteenth time Kim Junsu is out of love. Feeling thoroughly exhausted, he vows never to fall in love so easily again. Meanwhile, Park Yoochun is in need of money and stumbles upon a deal to make Junsu fall in love with him – then dump him heartlessly.
A/N: Yunho appears! And it's..
Chapter Two: Surprises
Junsu tried to stop himself from giggling out loud as he doodled on the handsome face below him mercilessly. The victim wrinkled his nose at the ticklish pen tip and shifted in the comfortable bed, mumbling something about hamburgers and extra cheese.
After another minute of drawing, Junsu crept back to his own bed, laughing silently and almost tripping over his feet in the dark.
“Damn that Jaejoong,” Yoochun grumbled under his breath, rushing out of the bathroom and grabbing his old sling bag before dashing out and locking the door behind him.
His worn out navy blue watch said eight-fifteen. He was late for school and Jaejoong had left without him as usual.
Before he could start to make a mad dash to the elevator, the door next to his opened and somebody stepped out. It was the first time he had seen anybody from the only neighboring room on that level due to his packed working schedule, except for that rainy day when he met Junsu.
It’s not Junsu. Yoochun heaved a sigh of relief inwardly as he neared the unknown figure. He had been hoping to avoid Junsu before he had a chance to tell Jaejoong about the stupid deal. At least Jaejoong would be able to provide some suggestions on what to do next.
“Hi—what the…?” Yoochun greeted but took a step back in alarm as the person lifted his head to glance at him. His face was decorated with slightly faded black circles, crosses and random doodles. Even with a lowered cap, the drawings on his cheeks and chin were still rather visible.
The person appeared to be faintly startled for a moment while he looked at Yoochun. “Sorry to scare you, it’s the masterpiece of the idiot behind me, done with permanent markers. It's this bad habit he picked up recently. My facial wash didn’t help much.”
Before Yoochun’s unresponsive morning brain could register who the ‘idiot’ obviously was, Junsu stepped out of the room and locked the door behind him, laughing. “You deserve that for rattling nonsense yesterday.”
Yoochun almost slapped himself for having the urge to run away.
“Don’t mind him, he’s crazy,” the canvas-faced guy pulled Yoochun along. “I haven't seen you around, have I? I’m Shim Changmin, and normally much better-looking than this, trust me.” He pointed to his face with a frown.
“I’m Park Yoochun,” he smiled, trying not to think about Junsu’s loud footsteps following behind as they reached the elevator.
“Ah, Yoochun!” A clap on his stiff right shoulder and Junsu’s face appeared in full view, still grinning brightly. “I remember you.”
Yoochun’s gaze lingered on his target unwillingly; he seemed somewhat different from the Junsu he met the other day. New haircut? …No, it was something less physical, but he couldn’t point out what.
“You already know each other?” Changmin started to put on the pair of sunglasses he took out from his bag.
“He was the one that helped me get out of that puddle,” Junsu said, adjusting the weight of his bag on his shoulder as they entered the elevator.
“Junsu must have acted like a weirdo,” Changmin stated offhandedly. “He broke up with his girlfriend that day. You wouldn’t want to know how much I suffered for the past few days.”
“Shut up, Min.”
Feeling a bulb light up in his bleary mind as he understood the change in Junsu, Yoochun grinned at Changmin. “Wait a minute, aren’t we late?” He stopped short and looked at his watch.
“Huh? We’re actually early,” Changmin glanced at his own watch while Junsu mirrored his action.
Comparing the time on the three watches, Yoochun cursed. “It’s that Jaejoong, forwarded the time on my watch—”
“That pretty guy,” Junsu nodded in acknowledgement as they stepped out of the elevator and walked towards school. Yoochun couldn't help thinking that Junsu was rather attractive himself. “He came over yesterday, insisting Changmin and I were lovers.”
“Such an insult to my taste,” Changmin joked, resulting in a playful smack on the head from Junsu.
Yoochun laughed as they continued attacking each other verbally with occasional hits from Junsu, the deal tucked to the back of his mind temporarily.
Half-burying his face in the textbook, Yoochun waited for a reaction. He decided he had to tell Jaejoong about the deal right away, in the middle of Geography, before it killed him trying to think of a solution.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Yoochun threw Jaejoong a desperate look. “I wish I was.”
“Then why?” Jaejoong hissed, fake-copying notes onto his book when the teacher eyed them suspiciously.
“I already signed this stupid contract thing with the guy,” Yoochun twirled his pen around his fingers swiftly, something he did whenever he was anxious.
“Sometimes I feel like looking in your head to check whether your tiny brain’s in there. Can’t you back out from it?”
“Sixty million won to him if I back out,” he stopped twirling and closed his eyes, shutting out the bright laughter from a couple of hours ago. “I looked through all the clauses last night and I couldn’t find a way to get out of this shit.” This is a bad dream. It has to be.
“Sixty mil—fuck!” Jaejoong’s voice resonated throughout the whole classroom and Yoochun shrank in his seat as all pairs of eyes turned to stare at them. A few girls giggled from the front of the room.
The middle-aged teacher looked at Jaejoong expectantly over her lowered spectacles, clearly displeased to be interrupted in the middle of her lesson.
“Need the restroom,” he said casually, dragging Yoochun out with him by the wrist. The teacher pursed her lips hideously, gave a curt nod and returned to her in-depth description of volcanoes.
Jaejoong scratched his head with his free hand when they were out of the classroom. “Sixty million. God knows how many nightclubs I’ll have to work at.”
“Don’t,” Yoochun shot him a stern look. He hated it whenever Jaejoong talked about working at nightclubs. The memory was a little too much for him. “I’ve decided. I signed the contract, so I’ll do it.”
“…That’s what a bastard will do, Park Yoochun.”
“This bastard is doing it for his father,” Yoochun took his hand out of Jaejoong’s grip roughly, frustration finally rising in him.
They reached the end of the deserted corridor, both silent and deep in contemplation.
“But,” Jaejoong said, leaning against the cold, hard wall. “he seemed really innocent when I popped over yesterday. Changmin was making fun of him the whole time.”
Yoochun rested his forehead on the wall, listening to the thoughts in his head being voiced out loud by his friend. “I know.”
“And who was it who claimed ‘I only like boobs’ when I said cocks were better?”
“Shut up,” Yoochun said resignedly, regretting his rash decision increasingly by the minute.
Jaejoong turned his head to study Yoochun’s worried profile.
“Are you sure about this?”
“I… There's no easy way out, is there?”
“Oh well,” Jaejoong shrugged dryly. “At least it might make you appreciate cocks more than boobs.”
A pause, then, “Fuck you, Kim Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong moved to face the other side and laughed, earning a sharp, exasperated push from Yoochun.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
Maybe Jaejoong could finally make Yoochun admit that he was as straight as he was.
“If he was a girl, it’ll be so much easier!” Yoochun cried, throwing his head onto his table. They had returned to class when the monotonous bell signaled the end of Geography, and were now discussing about the first step to get Junsu to fall in love with him, before the next teacher walked in. Yoochun, being a first timer with guys, was killing his brain cells thinking of a perfect way to start.
“Don’t worry about it,” Jaejoong assured, grinning at Yoochun's helplessness. His creative brain had generated plenty of potential scenes between the two while they were waiting for the bell just now (some were so hilarious; it almost made him chuckle in front of a frustrated Yoochun). “I’ll help you think of something tonight.”
Yoochun peeked at him from table through tired eyes. “I don't like the evilness in your voice. Out with it.”
“Oh, I don't know,” he continued grinning, drummed his fingers on the desk rhythmically, and decided to let Yoochun know what he thought. “Maybe it's because I'm imagining you two going out and it's so terribly cute. Made me want to be the matchmaker or something.”
“You’re missing one very important point,” Yoochun said grimly, strangling urge returning to him.
“What?” Jaejoong blinked, stopping the cheerful tempo on the table.
“I’m supposed to break up with him cruelly,” he mumbled into the table, feeling a mixture of annoyance and exhaustion. “If I actually like him, it’ll mean death. I’ll be dead. I don’t even want to imagine it.”
Jaejoong folded his arms and pouted. There went his hope of being the matchmaker and pulling Yoochun out from the ‘I’m-oh-so-straight’ attitude.
Bubbles had never been burst so quickly.
“Excuse me,” Jaejoong mumbled through the crowd at the lockers. It proved to be a difficult journey to his locker, which was at the end of the hall. After nearly a week, he still hated how the girls gushed and squealed as he pushed past them each day.
Yoochun would always run off for work as soon as the class ended, even before Jaejoong had started to pack his belongings.
“Please let me—”
A loud yelp emitted from Jaejoong as he collided with another person hard in the process of dashing through the crowd. Losing his balance, he leaned forward, half-hugging the stranger. The person collapsed under Jaejoong’s weight and the both of them landed on the floor with a loud thud.
A groan sounded just next to his ear and Jaejoong’s eyes flew open. He was sprawled on the ground, right on top of the person. Standing back up on his weak legs quickly, he noticed everyone was looking at them and the girls were whispering excitedly. Jaejoong bit his lower lip uneasily. This is so embarrassing.
“Aren’t you going to help me up?” the person lying on the ground asked, rubbing the back of his head gingerly.
Although taken aback by the weird request, Jaejoong extended a hand and pulled the taller guy up. “Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“Me either,” the guy grinned good-naturedly, but the painful wince in his eyes gave him away.
Jaejoong smiled and bent down to retrieve his books as the crowd started to disperse (thankfully). “I’m Kim Jaejoong.”
“Jung Yunho,” the stranger responded, picking up his own belongings beside Jaejoong.
He glanced over at the curve of Yunho’s back and was faintly reminded of a prince. A prince that was having difficulty standing up. “Are you okay?”
“My back hurts a little,” he admitted, taking Jaejoong’s offering hand again.
“Gosh, I’m really sorry,” Jaejoong said, frowning at his own clumsiness.
Yunho shook his head and ran a hand through his jet black hair distractedly, grimacing at the History textbook in his hands. “It’s okay, really.”
“History test tomorrow?” Jaejoong guessed, holding his books close to him.
“Unfortunately,” Yunho gave a half-hearted grin and turned to leave. “See you around then.”
Jaejoong found his hand tugging at Yunho’s sleeve, fingers brushing against his toned arm just a little. “I can help you if you want.”
Yunho paused and blinked in surprise, then smiled. “You’re good at History?”
Nodding, Jaejoong replied confidently over the loud pounding in his chest. “My best subject.”
“And you’ll help me? I’m serious failing,” his eyes brightened and Jaejoong hugged his books tighter unconsciously.
“You’re finally done,” Changmin shook his head at Junsu, who had just emerged from the bathroom with a semi-wet towel on his head.
“It’s only an hour as usual,” Junsu continued to wipe his hair dry as he sat down on the swivel chair.
“I bet girls don’t even need an hour to bathe,” Changmin glanced at his reflection in the desk mirror, satisfied that the ugly doodles were gone from his face forever; thanks to the award-winning facial scrub he bought after school. Spending a whole day in school with weird looks from people was more than enough for him. He would have to get back at Junsu for treating his face as a painting canvas, but not after he confirmed something.
Junsu stuck out his tongue, not bothering to come up with a retort.
Changmin lingered behind him uncertainly, and Junsu turned around with a puzzled expression. It wasn't like Changmin to be indecisive. “Something bothering you?”
“Huh?” Changmin sat back down on his bed, tilting his head to the left. “Oh, I was just thinking… Do you… like Yoochun?”
Junsu brushed a damp strand of hair from his face. “I guess so. He’s nice.”
“No,” Changmin tapped his foot impatiently. “Not as a friend.”
Looking mildly flabbergasted, Junsu shook his head. “What? Of course not!”
Changmin smiled, relief flowing through him. “Really?”
“Really,” Junsu frowned at him under his towel. “Why?”
“Because,” Changmin said slowly, rolling the words on his tongue for added effect. “I think I like him.”
Five seconds flew by, and Junsu jerked up in surprise, wobbling dangerously on the edge of the chair. “Don’t joke like that, Min.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
Junsu studied Changmin’s serious face. He knew all along that Changmin had no special liking for girls, but he had just met Yoochun barely twelve hours ago. “That’s kind of fast, don’t you think?”
“You got over Shinhye just as fast,” Changmin mocked, remembering Junsu’s dejected look five days ago.
Removing the towel from his head, Junsu deadpanned. “You just have to remind me, don’t you?” Sure, he had pretty much gotten over it, but he still preferred not to be reminded every now and then.
Changmin grinned and stood up to massage Junsu’s shoulders, putting his little plan into action. “Alright, I’m sorry… Hmm… Junsu, you’re the nicest guy on earth right?”
Shuddering at the sudden close contact, Junsu pushed away Changmin’s hands, understanding his evil intentions. “No, I’m totally not.”
Not giving up, Changmin pulled him out of the chair. He knew Junsu wouldn't be able to keep firm for long. “Lie down on the bed and I’ll give my angel a full body massage.”
“No way—Ok ok, what do you want?!” Junsu gave a shrill cry when Changmin tried to push him onto the bed.
Success, and a triumphant smile. “Help me get Jaejoong away from Yoochun tomorrow during lunch.”
Junsu groaned and threw the towel into Changmin’s victorious face.
Yoochun jumped onto his bed and looked up at the dull ceiling with a pout. Where in the world was Jaejoong?
He rolled over to lie flat on his stomach and rested his chin on his arms. Glancing at his cell phone on the table, he sighed. Jaejoong had not replied his messages or returned his calls since that afternoon. Yoochun wasn't worried about him; he could take care of himself (no one would dare to mess with him, anyway).
But how was he going to ask Jaejoong for advice then? He promised to help, that liar.
“Dinner date? Movie? Amusement park? Homework help?”
Yoochun sat up on the bed and hugged his pillow, thinking through the pros and cons for all ideas the seventh time that night. In a few minutes, he fell back down onto soft mattress in defeat, cursing inaudibly.
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