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A moan left Donghae's mouth as Hyukjae's lips moved further down his bare chest, hands gripping tightly at the counter and his head pressed back to the mirror. Heechul stood in silence and didn't know else but to watch. Hyukjae had his hands flat against Donghae's shoulders, pushing him back, not allowing him to take action. Heechul saw the redhead flick his tongue out, playing with Donghae's nipple, the other taking a sharp breath through his teeth and his chest moved perfectly against Hyukjae's mouth.
He took a step back, thinking he should probably head home, or at least to sleep. These two would probably need the bed though, he thought, pondering over where there might be a blaknet for him to borrow if he were to sleep on the couch. A second after he had turned his back to the bathroom, he heard a delicious sound which most likely came from Donghae. He glanced back and saw that Hyukjae had straightened up, lips and tongue raving Donghae's neck and a hand had slipped past the hem of the blonde's sweatpants. He was looking straight into Heechul's eyes, and Heechul couldn't drag his eyes away for his life. Hyukjae was putting up a show for him, Donghae oblivious with his head still pressed back and eyes tightly shut.
Heechul found himself being very jealous. His stomach clenched and he cursed to himself, forced his feet to turn him around and walk back into the bedroom, grabbed the comforter from the bed and brought it with him to the couch.
"No, no, they just live together and barely that. Blah blah." He sighed and tried pressing his head as far into the couch pillows as he could, cursing when dirt got into his eye. "And he can't clean properly either.."
He crawled back up into some barely sitting position, picked up his phone that he had dropped on the floor.
"Sulli guys are stupid they don't treat me like a princess"
Something was knocked over in the bathroom, the sound indicated that it was something big. Heechul thought that it's probably just the shelf that stood by the sink. But he hoped it was Hyukjae.
"Are you drunk, dear? =_="
"NO!! Im angry!!! The blonde stupid guy is stupid and his frriend is stupdi too"
He pressed the buttons so hard he thought the phone might break. He opened another new message.
"I want to be a cat all cats are princes"
Donghae was loud, so he opened another empty message.
"Is red hair cool i think donghae thinks so"
"Calm down!! What's up?"
"Youre helping me dye my hair later..."
Heechul couldn't recall ever being this mad before. He kicked the couch, it was hard and he thought his toe might have broke, then stood up, hit his toe again on the table and went out in the kitchen. When he got there, he remembered his cigarettes were in the bedroom. He went back and ignored the rythmic sounds coming from the bathroom, got his cigarettes and the lighter, went back to the kitchen and sat on the counter. Lighting the cigarette, he thought about his cat. And how lucky he was to be a cat. And how lucky he was to be a cat with fur. He was never naked but he never had to get dressed. Although he probably ate his own hairs, being a cat was be something Heebum should be proud of.
"Why red?"
"Because Hyuuuuuukkjjaaae~~ so cool"
He decided never to text Sulli again. She was being unreasonable.
He pressed the cigarette in place between his lips as he jumped down from the counter and opened the fridge. There was beer, a bottle of water, leftovers (??? he wasn't sure, it didn't look like pizza, it was most likely inedible), milk and beer. Donghae is a stupid and retarded idiot, he thought, as he took a beer and went back to the couch, blowing out smoke that went into his eye. He sat down on the couch with a loud sigh and downed the beer.
Eventually, the sounds stopped. Not that Heechul paid attention to them, that would be strange, he just suddenly noticed how nice and quiet things were. He had turned on the tv, but it was on mute since he didn't want to disturb the two retarded lovebirds getting at it.
Hyukjae came out of the bathroom with a smug face, Heechul thought that maybe he should have saved the beer so he could throw it at him, but it was too late for that now. The redhead didn't say a word as he went up to the mirror in the hallway, poked around in his hair for a second, then buttoned his shirt (sloppy, uneven and stupid, Heechul thought) and then finally he got into his shoes and left.
Heechul considered shouting something mean. Maybe "AND NEVER COME BACK!" or "YOU ARE A WHORE!", but none of those made sense when he gave it a second thought, so he decided to go and occupy Donghae's bed. Maybe he'd smoke in it. And leave ashes on Donghae's pillow. And sleep naked.
"Heebu-.."
The cat was at home with unreasonable Sulli, Heechul remembered and cursed.
On the way to the bedroom, he stepped out of his jeans and fought with his shirt to get it over his head. Donghae had closed the bathroom door when Hyukjae left, Heechul thought he heard the sound of water. He was showering. Now the pillows would get all wet and..
"Yuck."
He climbed onto the bed, took off his socks with help from his toes only, and once again thought about sleeping naked. Not that it would help. Or maybe it would help. He decided that he'd get to a conclusion when Donghae was back. And wet. And in his underwear.
Ten minutes passed, approximately, he hadn't brought his cellphone so he'd counted the seconds in his head. It became messy after a while, so he figured he'd just count minutes. And now ten minutes (approximately) had passed. The shower went off and Heechul held his breath for no reason.
"Hyukjae left, didn't he?"
Heechul made a sound, he hoped it sounded somehow like 'yes'. He felt the mattress dip as Donghae slid down behind him, and decided that he shouldn't sleep naked. There wasn't a good enough reason to do it.
"Are you mad?"
He scooted closer, Heechul could feel his breath against his skin.
"Leave me alone."
Fingers sneaked up his arm, it felt nice but strange. Donghae left his hand to rest at Heechul's shoulder.
"Don't touch me."
"Don't be mad."
He felt the blonde curl up closer to him, felt his nose in his neck.
"I'm.. not mad."
Donghae chuckled, arm moving down to hold Heechul at the waist. It was comfortable. Donghae's chest was warm pressed flush to his back, his breath warm right beneath his ear and arm warm right below his chest.
"You're strange. And nice." Donghae mumbled against his skin, lips pressing down softly and Heechul didn't know if it was a nice or bad feeling. "And sweet."
Heechul ignored him, at least he tried to, the only thing that came to his mind was that those lips had been kissing that other stupid guy. Probably. He hadn't seen it with his own eyes but it most likely happened. There was a long silence, Donghae shifted and pulled Heechul closer and Heechul wanted to melt down into the mattress. He couldn't stay mad, he forgot what being mad even meant, because Donghae's body was hot and slightly damp and his breaths were slow and when Donghae cleared his throat, Heechul shuddered. He hated closeness.
"Why are you touching me?"
"Because I like you."
"Why?"
"I don't know." Donghae pressed another kiss to Heechul's neck. "I just do, I guess."
Heechul was out of questions and ignored the other until they both fell asleep.
----------
"Do you sleep with anyone when you're drunk?" Heechul wanted to ask, but he didn't. Instead he focused on figuring out exactly what he was eating. It looked somewhat like rice and some goo, but he wasn't sure. Either way he would probably get food poisoning from it, so he left it on the plate. Donghae didn't seem to mind, scooping up every last bit of it from his plate, then leaned over the table to take a spoonful from Heechul's.
"Not hungry?"
"I don't know what this is. Is it edible?"
"Want me to explain it to you?" A silly smile spread across his face.
"No, you can have it."
Heechul wasn't staring, he thought, he just kept watching Donghae eat. Because he wanted to. And Donghae looked good. And he found himself having feelings again.
The sounds of Donghae brushing his teeth blended in perfectly with the silence of the city, Heechul thought as he leaned out the window with a cigarette caught between his teeth. He was sure that if he leaned out another inch or two, he'd fall down and die. Not that he planned to lean out an further, he was just doing calculations due to nothing else to think about. He wondered if Sulli and Heebum came along well.

"Home!"

Heechul turned carefully to glance out the bedroom door, it was Hyukjae. The redhead noticed him and raised his hand with a smile before going back to the hallway to kick his shoes off, then there was silence. Heechul turned back to the view and sighed. He had somewhere along the road home planned to have Donghae to himself tonight, so he could smell his neck when the blonde was sleeping.

Finishing his cigarette, accidentally dropping it onto the floor inside before quickly picking it up again and throwing it out the window, Heechul jumped back inside and shot a glance over at the bed. It would fit two. He wondered is Hyukjae was sleeping over.

There was a sound from the bathroom, not a teeth brushing one.

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A moan left Donghae's mouth as Hyukjae's lips moved further down his bare chest, hands gripping tightly at the counter and his head pressed back to the mirror. Heechul stood in silence and didn't know else but to watch. Hyukjae had his hands flat against Donghae's shoulders, pushing him back, not allowing him to take action. Heechul saw the redhead flick his tongue out, playing with Donghae's nipple, the other taking a sharp breath through his teeth and his chest moved perfectly against Hyukjae's mouth.

He took a step back, thinking he should probably head home, or at least to sleep. These two would probably need the bed though, he thought, pondering over where there might be a blaknet for him to borrow if he were to sleep on the couch. A second after he had turned his back to the bathroom, he heard a delicious sound which most likely came from Donghae. He glanced back and saw that Hyukjae had straightened up, lips and tongue raving Donghae's neck and a hand had slipped past the hem of the blonde's sweatpants. He was looking straight into Heechul's eyes, and Heechul couldn't drag his eyes away for his life. Hyukjae was putting up a show for him, Donghae oblivious with his head still pressed back and eyes tightly shut.

Heechul found himself being very jealous. His stomach clenched and he cursed to himself, forced his feet to turn him around and walk back into the bedroom, grabbed the comforter from the bed and brought it with him to the couch.

"No, no, they just live together and barely that. Blah blah." He sighed and tried pressing his head as far into the couch pillows as he could, cursing when dirt got into his eye. "And he can't clean properly either.."

He crawled back up into some barely sitting position, picked up his phone that he had dropped on the floor.

"Sulli guys are stupid they don't treat me like a princess"

Something was knocked over in the bathroom, the sound indicated that it was something big. Heechul thought that it's probably just the shelf that stood by the sink. But he hoped it was Hyukjae.

"Are you drunk, dear? =_="

"NO!! Im angry!!! The blonde stupid guy is stupid and his frriend is stupdi too"

He pressed the buttons so hard he thought the phone might break. He opened another new message.

"I want to be a cat all cats are princess"

Donghae was loud, so he opened another empty message.

"Is red hair cool i think donghae thinks so"

"Calm down!! What's up?"

"Youre helping me dye my hair later..."

Heechul couldn't recall ever being this mad before. He kicked the couch, it was hard and he thought his toe might have broke, then stood up, hit his toe again on the table and went out in the kitchen. When he got there, he remembered his cigarettes were in the bedroom. He went back and ignored the rythmic sounds coming from the bathroom, got his cigarettes and the lighter, went back to the kitchen and sat on the counter. Lighting the cigarette, he thought about his cat. And how lucky he was to be a cat. And how lucky he was to be a cat with fur. He was never naked but he never had to get dressed. Although he probably ate his own hairs, being a cat was be something Heebum should be proud of.

"Why red?"

"Because Hyuuuuuukkjjaaae~~ so cool"

He decided never to text Sulli again. She was being unreasonable.

He pressed the cigarette in place between his lips as he jumped down from the counter and opened the fridge. There was beer, a bottle of water, leftovers (??? he wasn't sure, it didn't look like pizza, it was most likely inedible), milk and beer. Donghae is a stupid and retarded idiot, he thought, as he took a beer and went back to the couch, blowing out smoke that went into his eye. He sat down on the couch with a loud sigh and downed the beer.

Eventually, the sounds stopped. Not that Heechul paid attention to them, that would be strange, he just suddenly noticed how nice and quiet things were. He had turned on the tv, but it was on mute since he didn't want to disturb the two retarded lovebirds getting at it.

Hyukjae came out of the bathroom with a smug face, Heechul thought that maybe he should have saved the beer so he could throw it at him, but it was too late for that now. The redhead didn't say a word as he went up to the mirror in the hallway, poked around in his hair for a second, then buttoned his shirt (sloppy, uneven and stupid, Heechul thought) and then finally he got into his shoes and left.

Heechul considered shouting something mean. Maybe "AND NEVER COME BACK!" or "YOU ARE A WHORE!", but none of those made sense when he gave it a second thought, so he decided to go and occupy Donghae's bed. Maybe he'd smoke in it. And leave ashes on Donghae's pillow. And sleep naked.

"Heebu-.."

The cat was at home with unreasonable Sulli, Heechul remembered and cursed.

On the way to the bedroom, he stepped out of his jeans and fought with his shirt to get it over his head. Donghae had closed the bathroom door when Hyukjae left, Heechul thought he heard the sound of water. He was showering. Now the pillows would get all wet and..

"Yuck."

He climbed onto the bed, took off his socks with help from his toes only, and once again thought about sleeping naked. Not that it would help. Or maybe it would help. He decided that he'd get to a conclusion when Donghae was back. And wet. And in his underwear.

Ten minutes passed, approximately, he hadn't brought his cellphone so he'd counted the seconds in his head. It became messy after a while, so he figured he'd just count minutes. And now ten minutes (approximately) had passed. The shower went off and Heechul held his breath for no reason.

"Hyukjae left, didn't he?"

Heechul made a sound, he hoped it sounded somehow like 'yes'. He felt the mattress dip as Donghae slid down behind him, and decided that he shouldn't sleep naked. There wasn't a good enough reason to do it.

"Are you mad?"

He scooted closer, Heechul could feel his breath against his skin.

"Leave me alone."

Fingers sneaked up his arm, it felt nice but strange. Donghae left his hand to rest at Heechul's shoulder.

"Don't touch me."

"Don't be mad."

He felt the blonde curl up closer to him, felt his nose in his neck.

"I'm.. not mad."

Donghae chuckled, arm moving down to hold Heechul at the waist. It was comfortable. Donghae's chest was warm pressed flush to his back, his breath warm right beneath his ear and arm warm right below his chest.

"You're strange. And nice." Donghae mumbled against his skin, lips pressing down softly and Heechul didn't know if it was a nice or bad feeling. "And sweet."

Heechul ignored him, at least he tried to, the only thing that came to his mind was that those lips had been kissing that other stupid guy. Probably. He hadn't seen it with his own eyes but it most likely happened. There was a long silence, Donghae shifted and pulled Heechul closer and Heechul wanted to melt down into the mattress. He couldn't stay mad, he forgot what being mad even meant, because Donghae's body was hot and slightly damp and his breaths were slow and when Donghae cleared his throat, Heechul shuddered. He hated closeness.

"Why are you touching me?"

"Because I like you."

"Why?"

"I don't know." Donghae pressed another kiss to Heechul's neck. "I just do, I guess."
Heechul was out of questions and ignored the other until they both fell asleep.

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"Do you sleep with anyone when you're drunk?" Heechul wanted to ask, but he didn't. Instead he focused on figuring out exactly what he was eating. It looked somewhat like rice and some goo, but he wasn't sure. Either way he would probably get food poisoning from it, so he left it on the plate. Donghae didn't seem to mind, scooping up every last bit of it from his plate, then leaned over the table to take a spoonful from Heechul's.

"Not hungry?"

"I don't know what this is. Is it edible?"

"Want me to explain it to you?" A silly smile spread across his face.

"No, you can have it."

Heechul wasn't staring, he thought, he just kept watching Donghae eat. Because he wanted to. And Donghae looked good. And he found himself having feelings again.
2011-07-26 @ 20:11:08 Permalink idioti Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

Oneshotdrabblehelvetesjävel.

"Don't move, Su!"

"WHAT, what?!"

"Just sta..-"

"IS THERE A BUG?!"

"For Gods sake, Junsu, just don't move..-"

"I can't even turn around!?"

"Oh, wait, I'll switch side.."

"What's the matter?"

"And now.. that little smile..!"

"What are you doing, Chunnie?"

"I said SMILE!"

"Not until you tell me what you're up to!"

"Smile or I'll tell Jaejoong that you're the one who stole his framed picture of me."

"Okay, okay! I'm smiling , see? Happy?"

"..."

"Why are you staring like that?"

"..keep smiling."

"No?!"

"I'm serious, Junsu, if you won't smile, I'll kick you in the nuts."

"Haha, you won't."

"..."

"Yoochun, come on!"

"..."

"What's this about?"

"It's embarassing, okay?"

"I don't mind."

"..."

"Come on, you can tell me."

"..."

"...?"

"I'm getting a boner by just looking at you, okay?!"

"..."

"Don't give me that look, you begged me to tell you."

"..for real?"

"What do you mean 'for real' of course it's for real."

"Right now?"

"Yeah..?"

"So I'm just smiling like this.. And you're getting a boner?"

"Well, yeah, though you're sitting in quite a sexy position too."

"Aaand.. if I just spread my legs a little.. like this..?"

"Oh God, Junsu."

"Ah, my hand is slipping down!"

"Okay, Junsu, you can sto..-"

"I can't, it's living it's own life!"

"I'm not kidding, it's not funny anymore."

"You wan't me to stop? Well, Changmin invited me over to play video games, and I could just go ther..-"

"You're not going anywhere."

"No?"

"You're taking that shirt off.."

"Oh! And..?"

"You're carrying me to the bedroom."

"No, I'm not!"

"Okay, so I'll walk those 7 meters myself.. But you know, Junsu, we're having sex in less than five minutes, and there's no time to argue about that."

"I wasn't gonna argue. Though I'm topping."

"You are?"

"Yeah. Listening to you talking about your boner turns me on more than just a little bit."

"Oh.."

"Now get your ass into that bedroom. And you better be undressed when I get there."

2010-06-17 @ 16:07:43 Permalink idioti Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

THE STORY ABOUT THE.. fucking novelljävel del FAKIN 3

October 16th
48 kilos
Consumings - water, an apple
4 people mentioning my weight, including Yunho.

-    -    -

Twisting and twirling didn't help, Junsu couldn't sleep. Yunhos voice was on repeat in his head.

See you on monday, Junsu.

Whyyy?!?

See you on monday.

For Gods sake, stop it.

See you.

Make him go away.

"Hey Yoochun, u got that Yunho guys number? I kinda need it."

"Umm, no I don't. Wait a sec, I'll ask Yoona for it."

"Send it to me when u get it."

And he did. And it had never taken Junsu so long to figure out to write in a simple text message.

"Hey, u awake?"

...

"Now I am. Who's this?"

"It's Junsu. From class, u know.."

"Of course I know.
So, what do you want?"

...

"You are uhm. Gorgeous."

Five minutes passed. Ten.. fifteen..

"Haha, you think?
You are too, if I may add that."

..what,no,omg.

"Haha, humor. I like that."

"What?"

WELL, WHAT DO YOU THINK?

"I'm not goregous, lol."

"Hot enough for me."

"Well, then I guess you have some low standards."

"I don't."

...

"Come over."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but be quiet, parents sleeping, u know."

"Right back at you."

-     -     -

"You know what, Kim?"

"Uh, what?" Those cold fingers searching for warmth under his shirt made Junsu shudder.

"When I moved here, I didn't expect to like anyone."

"Oh yeah?"

"Nah." Yunho pushed him backwards, causing Junsu to fall down onto the bed.

"And.. how do you feel now?"

"Well.." Yunho grinned as he straddled Junsus hips, pinning him down to the mattress.

"Yes..?"

"I still don't like anyone." He bent down and let his teeth play with Junsus lower lip. "Especially not you, Kim."
2010-06-17 @ 15:38:38 Permalink idioti Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

THE STORY ABOUT THE.. fucking novelljävel del FAKIN 2

"Yooochun!"

Junsu and Yoochun turned around to see Yoona walking towards them in a speeded up pace.

"YOOOOCHUNNIIIIE!"

"Junsu.."

"Yeah?"

"Run!"

And they ran, Yoochun pointing towards the cafeteria building, and the forest where the two of them secretly smoke on the breaks.

"Ah, she's.. Not giving up.. is she?!"

Yoochun shook his head before the boys turned around the corner of the building, just to..

BAM

Junsu fell to the ground with a loud squeal.

"FUCK!"

"Oh, I'm really sorry, Kim.."

Junsu looked up only to see Yunho standing there with a newly lit cigarette inbetween his fingers.

"Nuhh, it's okay, hah, we were in a hurry.. Our fault."

"It's that Yoona, you know? Annoying girl, sat in the back with you and Su.." Yoochun said while dragging up Junsu from the ground.

"Oh God, her.. Wait here, I'll go deal with her."

Yunho went around the corner in the direction that Junsu and Yoochun came from a minute ago, and soon they heard Yoonas whining voice.

"EXCUSE ME, mister new guy! Have you seen Yoochun oppa around here?"

"Of course, he and Junsu just went into the cafeteria."

"BUT.. But I didn't see them ente-"

"But I did. Trust me, you'll find them in there."

"O.. okay.. Thank you.."

Junsu and Yoochun heard the clicking of her high heels fade away, and seconds later Yunho was back at their hideout.

"Thanks, new guy."

"Yeah, thanks a lot."

"You should call me Yunho. And I guess that girl means trouble, does she?"
2010-06-10 @ 22:29:10 Permalink idioti Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

cut it off already

ASSÅ? Fantastic_To(p)ve som börjat skriva.. lite.. igen.. är vid liv. Tja alla.



"Junsu, stop ignoring me!"

Junsu glanced up at Yoochun for a short second befoe turning hid head back to the tv screen.

"Come on, is that baseball game really more important to you than I am?"

He earned a quick nod, and the room once again became silent, except for the hysterical sports commentator yelling out every sdetail of the player currently running across the field. Sighing, Yoochun turned ovey onto his stomach and let his fingers tangle in Junsus soft hair. I minutes, his casual fiddling turned into massaging Junsus scalp while silently humming on that song he heard on the radio earlier.

"Yoochunnie, cut it off already.."

Junsu turned around only to find his friend smiling foolishly(ja det är ett ord) at him, and though he tried to resist it, Junsu felt a bit of his heart melt.

"Stop watching tha game now, okay?"

"Why should I?"

"Because I waaant.." Yoochun rolled his eyes, not letting go of thas sheepish grin. "..to cuddle?"

Junsu let out a dolphin squeal as Yoochun dragged him up from the floor, landing on top of him.

"Junsuuu?"

"You're distracting me from the game.."

Yoochun looked up at Junsus pouty face, and couldn't help but dragging him down for a kiss, only to pull back seconds later.

"Fuck the game."

AND SO THEY FUCKED. DURING THE GAME.
2010-06-09 @ 21:23:04 Permalink idioti Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

THE STORY ABOUT THE.. fucking novelljävel

"You should eat something."

"I'm not hungry."

"You haven't had a real meal for at least a week. Here, you can have my lunchbox."

"Fuck you, I said I'm not hungry."

 

*      *      *

 

Date: November 14th

Weight: 50 kilos

Todays consumings: The juice I had for breakfast. And dinner, since we had guests. And they needed me at the table. So I have a reason for those 50 kilos.

People telling me I look thin: 6

 

*     *     *

 

He grabbed his bag and ran out the door.

 

"Have a great day, hone-"

 

It slammed close behind him as he took right at the corner of the house, just to see that bus leave. Without him. And for the third time this wee, Junsu had to walk to school.

 

After a few minutes his phone vibrated in his pocket, it was a text from Yoochun.

 

"Where u at? Missed the bus again?"

 

His cold fingers managed to form the simple word of "Yeah" and then send it out in cellphone space.

 

"Fucking jerk. Now i gotta sit with Tiffany"

 

Junsu frowned and put the cellphone back in his jeans. He had been awake for hours more than necessary, feeling nausious from dinner. His stomach wasn't used to such 'huge' amounts of food. 4 AM, he finally made his way to the bathroom to throw up, and after that, he only got two hours of sleep. His dad get up at 6, and he's not a very quiet man, so Junsu woke up about then.

 

But it really wasn't his fault he missed the bus, it was the guests fault. No dinner, no nausia, no staying up late, no bus-missing.

 

*     *     *

 

 

"Hey, I know u got a hundred miles to school, but u should be here by now."

 

"I'm outside"

 

"Well then get your skinny ass over here, we got english."

 

"What if I say I don't wanna? And besides, my ass isn't that skinny."

 

"Right, u had guests, u had to eat dinner. And now what, u gained 200 kilos?

 

"Almost. I'll be out at the bench when class is over, meet me"

 

"Excuse me?"

 

Junsu looked up, only to see the most gorgeous person he'd ever seen in his life standing in front of him.

 

"Uh, yea?"

 

"You don't happen to know where 4F have their english? Like, I was told when to come here, but not where."

 

He brushed his bangs out of his eyes and blinked. His features were so sharp, model-like, and Junsu caught himself with not being able to lok away. It took him a bunch of seconds to realize that the gorgeous guy was talking about Junsu's class.

 

"Yeah, uh, it's.. Right down the main hall, errh, then left at the-.."

 

"You know.." He cleared his throat and smiled "It's my first time here, so you wouldn't mind showing me the way?"

 

"O.. Oh. Well okay, come with me"

 

'Well okay?!' I'm such an idiot, miss Kwon will get so fucking mad at me for being late, again, and she'll call my dad, AGAIN, and.. Fuck it

 

*     *     *

 

"How DARE you enter this room?! I told you only yesterday that if you don't have the manners to be here in time, you can stay the fuck out of this classroom. Got it?! How stupid are you really, Kim?"

 

Why did I give in to that guys pretty face?

 

"I'm so sick of you, Kim. Go sit in the back so I don't have to see you."

 

Junsu slowly made his way to the back of the room, cursing in his head. There were just a few seats empty, and all of them were around.. Tiffany. Of course. He sighed and sat down.

 

"Pssst, Junsuuuu! PSSST!"

 

He turned his head to the right, Tiffany wore a big smile and her eyes were sparkling. You'd guess she was on LSD, but that was never confirmed.

 

"What?"

 

"I sat next to your friend on the bus today!"

 

"I know."

 

"Why weren't you there?!"

 

Junsu sighed.

 

"Because-"

 

"COULD YOU BE KIND AND SHUT UP, KIM?"

 

"Sorry, miss Kwon."

 

"Yeah.. right." She turned to mister Puppy Eyes. "And who are you, dear?"

 

"I'm Jung Yunho.. I transferred here form Gwangju, it's my first day and.. yeah."

 

"Oh, right! Right. The principal told me about you but I must've forgotten, I'm really sorry."

 

"It's okay.." He smiled, and Junsu once again wasn't able to take his eyes off of him.

 

"Good, now.. There's no free seats from what I can see.."

 

Junsu glanced to his left and the empty seat next to his own.

 

"Miss Kwon."

 

She ignored him.

 

"Miss Kwon?!"

 

"I told you to shut up, Kim, didn't I?"

 

"There's an empty seat right here."

 

"But.." She looked at Junsu, then back at Yunho. "You don't want to sit next to him, right..?"

 

"Haah, it's okay, I don't mind."

 

He took his bag and went down the room, then sat down next to Junsu.

 

"I'm sorry to get you in trouble like that." He whispered, slightly leaning over Junsus bench. "I wouldn't have asked you to show me the way if I knew you'd get yelled at."

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"Kyss mig."

Jag tittade upp på honom, det fåniga leendet på hans läppar gjorde mig osäker, så jag lät bli att ställa mig på tå för att nå upp till hans mjuka läppar, stod kvar som den idioten jag är.
Han verkade förstå.

"Skit i det då."

Jag fick panik när han gjorde ett försök att gå därifrån, att lämna mig, jag grep tag i hans fingrar och öppnade långsamt min mun.

"Gå inte.."

Han vände sig om, och det där flinet var liksom bortblåst.

"Jag stannar om du kysser mig."

"Jag.. Jag orkar inte luta mig upp.."

Han log. Inte ett sånt hånflin, utan ett fint leende bara. Jag ville ju, fast jag vågade inte.

"Nähä, du."

Jag ville säga nåt, jag ville göra nåt, men du stoppade mig.
Det var.. Den bästa kyssen i mitt liv? Var det?

Han lutade sig ned emot mig, jag backade ett par steg tills min rygg nuddade tegelväggen, hans händer kröp upp emot mina axlar, som för att lugna mig. Men oavsett vad så var jag späng, hela min kropp var spänd. Det var liksom han, det kunde ha varit vem som helst, men nu var det han.

Hans läppar lämnade mina för en stund.

"Slappna av."

De var tillbaks igen, och jag kan inte minnas vad jag tänkte just precis då, men jag var lycklig. Trots att hans trasiga läppar smakade svagt av blod, trots att jag på något sätt visste att det här betydde mindre för honom än vad det gjorde för mig. För mig betydde det här nästan allt. För honom.. Ja, kanske att vi kysstes ungefär. Men ändå. Hans läppar mot mina läppar, och jag var nere för räkning. Nästa sekund, minut.. timme? Hur lång tid varade det ens? Hans läppar drogs bort för sista gången, han gav mig den där blicken. Vad den nu betydde. Jag försökte lista ut vad, men hann inte.

"Du sover hos mig inatt. För jag kan inte bara låta dig gå hem nu."

Jag log, han log tillbaks.

"Du är ganska tyst av dig."

Jag nickade.

"Jag gillar dig ändå."
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