i like you. a lot. like a lot, a lot. *
So he likes Junsu, a lot. It's nothing alarming, Yoochun thinks, because he likes everybody. It's just that Junsu has something that endears Yoochun more to him. The only problem is that Junsu constantly tries to improve himself, and with each passing day Yoochun finds himself being enamored by Junsu all the more.
It shouldn't be a problem, really, except Yoochun is a man of very weak resolve, but he doesn't think about it too much. If anything, he could just be going through this awkward phase. He'll grow out of it quickly. Hopefully.
Junsu practices the most. On their free days, Junsu spends most of his time in the practice room, trying to perfect their new dance routine or maybe just trying to sharpen his moves all the more, and spends his remaining time locked in their room, going through the short game courses in preparation for his big battle with Changmin. Yoochun admires Junsu's drive and thirst for perfection, so he watches Junsu from the slightly opened door, presses his ears close to it when he feels unfit to be in the same room as Junsu to hear the latter's grunts and cries of joy.
"I wonder if I try too hard sometimes," Junsu says out of the blue, voice dropping to a whisper. "I mean, I practice all the time and do my best in every performance, but I feel as if that's not enough." He chuckles a little, bitterly. "Is it too bad to dream of perfection?"
"What's there to change?" Yoochun replies, brief yet meaningful, and he just looks at Junsu with warm eyes and offers a small smile.
It's Yoochun's turn to do the laundry today, and he frowns at the pool of clothes on the floor especially when he notices that most of the clothes there are Junsu's. He calls Junsu's attention, ordering him to help out in the laundry duty since, "Most of these are yours, anyway." Junsu doesn't even bother retaliating because he knows this is true and the only way to appease Yoochun is by indeed helping out.
Halfway through first rinse, they find themselves playing with the soap suds. It's slippery out here, and Yoochun ends up trapped against the washing machine with Junsu's hands on either side of him. Yoochun's breath hitches when Junsu loses balance and the distance between them is drawn to a mere few centimeters. Junsu's lips hover, and then linger, and when Junsu pulls away Yoochun grips the edge of the washing machine tight for fear of falling.
It's Christmas and it's snowing quite hard outside. Jaejoong's busy in the kitchen and ordering Changmin around, while Yunho's on the phone and catching up with his family a bit. Yoochun and Junsu are out in the fire exit, with a cigarette hanging loosely between Yoochun's lips and Junsu's hands tucked in his pockets.
"We never did talk about the kiss, didn't we," Junsu mumbles, puffs of breath frosted in the air. "I mean, it's not as if it should mean anything, but—" Junsu worries his lips, then takes a deep breath and gulps down hard.
"I like you, if that actually matters."
Junsu is quick to turn his head in Yoochun's direction, and Yoochun swears he catches the abrupt rise of Junsu's chest. "No, really, I like you. But of course that shouldn't change how things are!" Yoochun's laughter sounds stifled and his body is rigid all over, even as Junsu scoots closer and leans in, big warm eyes staring intently at him.
"You look funny when you're embarrassed, did you know?"
Yoochun feels a small smile creeping to his lips as he hits Junsu lightly on the arm, and Junsu gets back at him by sneaking in a kiss, brief and light and warm despite the cool air all around them. They erupt into a lovely peal of laughter soon after.
So he still likes Junsu, only that things are much more complicated and different now. It's not as if Yoochun's complaining; he's just interested in seeing what there is to come, so he continues observing Junsu, this time from such close proximity that their bodies almost align.