it was a cold night, suho, who was barely a drinker, somehow found his way to a disclosed club in the borderline of seoul. his coat was tightly wrapped around his body, hands slipped into its pocket. he gave a court nod to the security man before he entered the room dazzling with colorful lights and blasting music.

he shrugged out his coat as he took a seat at the bar, signaling the bartender to give him a shot. as he sipped on what the bartender told him was wine, a stranger slipped on the seat next to him, suho could hear him ordering vodka. his low and raspy voice made suho glanced at him. the stranger, who wore crinkled white shirt with loose black tie around his neck, noticed him staring and smiled-grinned-at him. "hi," the stranger managed to say, "i'm kris."

• K panic!at the disco - hurricane ( hey stranger, i want you to catch me like a cold )
• S big bang - number 1 ( boy, i like your style, i love your smile, wish that you could be only mine, be only mine )

their meetings became frequent. 'suho' and 'kris' were dropped and it became 'junmyun' and 'yi fan', because one of them insisted they needed to drop the casualties. and that would be mr. wu yifan himself, of course.

junmyun found out that yi fan was actually seeing someone--a boyfriend--named zitao. they had been together for two months, and zitao was so clingy and had this overly sweet voice when he was around yi fan, junmyun did not even know why he was bothered. but yi fan would gave him little calls in the midnight, knowing that junmyun would still all over his paperworks, with zitao just snoring a few meters away from him. junmyun knew, but he did not question why yifan would call his bestfriend--a term junmyun invented--and laugh over the phone just after he did sex with his boyfriend.

"you sound so cheerful," junmyun said over the phone, "i take it that zitao did a great job?"

"it depends on what kind of job you're talking about," yi fan let out that beautiful laugh again, "it was alright, really. what about you? you should have someone to take care about yourself as well, junmyun. look at you, it's past midnight and all you have in your hand is paperwork."

junmyun smiled, "well, i have had enough a wu yi fan to nag me over the phone when i'm with my paperwork."

• S jason mraz - if it kills me ( why, we go carrying on for hours on end, we get along much better than you and your boyfriend )

junmyun pretended he looked surprised when yi fan strolled into his apartment looking depressed because zitao broke up with him, a bag of alcoholic beverages in his hand. that night, junmyun let yifan leaned, cried, and snored on his shoulder. maybe wearing his heart on his sleeves was wrong in so many ways, because when he looked at yifan's tired face under the moonlight--junmyun didn't even know how the moonlight could shine through the window right on yifan's face--all he wanted to do is to lean a little closer and kiss him on the lips.

• S yang yoseob - look at me now ( don't look too far, there is a person now who wants you like perfectly fitting clothes, and the person is me )

"i don't know about love," yifan said as he set down his cup of coffee. junmyun might as well choke on his own tea, but nah, he was too cool for choking on stupid things.

"that was the smartest thing to ever leave your mouth," junmyun smiled instead, "sarcasm, of course."

yi fan growled, and junmyun let out a crisp laugh. "if you think that i am stupid, kim fucking junmyun, i swear to heaven full of dragons in swimming tubes that i am certainly not stupid. i am the head manager of this company i'm working for, i read morning newspaper, i watch the evening news, i keep up with my friends along the country, i take good care of the goldfish you bought me, i polish my own shoes, i cook the most delicious pancake in town, i-"

"yi fan."

"what?"

yi fan must have given junmyun this weird look because junmyun's body started to shake from laughter, and- there he exploded. "oh god, you," junmyun managed to say quite difficultly between his laugh, "wu yi fan you are talking stupid nonsense again and here i- i wonder why i would keep up with someone like you." he ended that with a sigh and a content smile.

something then struck yi fan and he felt like he had to do something right or he would lose an important piece of his life, like he would lose his oxygen, like he would lose junmyun.

"junmyun, move in with me."

• K exo - what is love ( sharing and learning countless emotions every day with you, fighting, crying, and laughing, tell me if this is love )

junmyun could not help but to love the idea ( 'sure, it is closer to the office anyway.' ) it took them only one week to find them adapting to the new habits. junmyun's blue toothbrush set next to yi fan's green one, his favorite cup for tea placed carefully on yi fan's rack (with a few warnings about yi fan touching and making it dirty), clothes neatly arranged in the wooden and used to be dusty cupboard. eventually the couch was divided into junmyun and yi fan's areas, or some nights where they were really tired they would sit close to each other in the center, tired head over tired shoulder.

yi fan was doing that again, snoring comfortably on junmyun's shoulder. junmyun stared at him like yi fan is a beautiful chinese tea cup, beautiful, elegant, but needed to be treated carefully or it would crash into pieces. so that was what junmyun did, he carefully brushed yi fan's long fringe (since when it was getting long?) and gently placed his lips on yi fan's lips because yifan would never notice anyway but that day, he did.

"did i wake you up?" was junmyun could manage for the best at the moment. he noticed yi fan shifting and refused to believe that he was panicking inside. yi fan could be disgusted with him, how low of him to secretly stealing kisses while the taller was unconscious. hearing the low grumble of yi fan, junmyun knew that he is uncomfortable with the position. so it was not about the kiss, junmyun was washed with relief. "do you want to move to the bedroom?"

yi fan sent him a glare, most probably because junmyun talked too much and all yi fan wanted to do was to continue his lovely dream. he stood up rather abruptly and headed to the direction of his bedroom. junmyun sighed, "good night, yi fan."

• S chairlift - bruises ( i tried to do handstands for you, but everytime i fell for you i'm permanently black and blue, permanently blue for you )

junmyun found morning with yi fan cooking eggs in the kitchen. he would laugh over the fact that yi fan was wearing his hello kitty apron if he was not so tired, so he settled with a grin instead. he immediately got to work of arranging the plates and brewing coffee and tea--one for yi fan and one for him, with perfect temperature--. once they were settled, junmyun sat on his chair, eyes gazing longingly to yi fan's back.

"junmyun," yi fan suddenly turned around. junmyun smiled and pretended he was not surprised. "i believe there is something we should talk about."

it took junmyun a while before he finally nodded, "sure. over breakfast?" he made a gesture to the dining table, but he was not sure if the move was not lame at all.

apparently yi fan didn't like the idea, he shook his head. "last night, you did something to me."

"nothing you didn't like?"

"junmyun," yi fan hissed, "you fucking kissed me last night."

"five points to slytherin," junmyun was holding himself from hitting his own head for being so lame, "still nothing you didn't like? i mean, you didn't protest-- unless you want to protest now," junmyun gasped, "that's it, isn't it? you're gonna punch me in head and say how dare of me to-"

"no!" yi fan's face beetled red, "i mean- i'm not gonna protest, i just want to ask of an explanation."

"well wu yi fan, if you are not the most oblivious person in the world," junmyun waved his fork, "of course i'm coming after your cute ex zitao. now sit down and let us have some decent breakfast. i don't like my toast getting cold."

yi fan dragged his legs across the kitchen and sat in front of the younger man. his face was dark and gloomy, junmyun could tell without even looking up. he stabbed on his perfectly cooked eggs angrily, not even taking a bite.

"you don't seriously believe that i like zitao, right?" junmyun looked at yi fan ridiculously. "is it ultra oblivious to you that i only have you in my eyes? that you are the only one i want? that i want you to touch me at any occasions because your touches give me these nice electric feelings? i thought i had given my heart over to you at our first meeting, and yet i still have to blatantly tell you about my feelings. oh, but it's okay yi fan, because i love you."

yi fan stilled--probably traumatized--and junmyun wanted to dig a deep hole and bury himself in it. but he decided to get a grip of himself, "look, i know it's not the best conversation to have over breakfast, but i just want for nothing to change between us. i'm still your best friend and we will be nothing less than that. i just don't want to lose you, yi fan. please, i won't kiss you secretly again, just don't cut whatever it is between us."

"you talk so much, too much it gives me headache," yi fan let out a growl. he then stood up--most probably to leave the room, junmyun thought--and bent his body over the table. his hand suddenly found its way to cup junmyun's face and pull it closer.

and they kissed. for real, this time.

• K mika - underwater ( put your lips on me, and i can live underwater )

it was late in the afternoon, red shade of sunset started to slip into the room. yi fan woke up to a lightly snoring and naked junmyun in his arms--no wonder his arms felt numb--. he smiled, suddenly feeling glad that his bed was big enough for two people. he nuzzled his nose on junmyun's neck, encouraging him to wake up and move his goddamn ass because yi fan is so close to losing the feeling of his arm.

"-s too bright," was all junmyun manage to grunt, and he scooted closer to yi fan instead. yi fan was amused, how would he missed having such a lovely bundle of joy in his arms? "-at time issit?"

"probably around six." from yi fan got junmyun's attention, his eyes suddenly widened. he bolted up into a sitting position, groaning because then he felt pain on his waist caused by no one but a wu yi fan. he seemed to notice the reddish light they got in the room, because he turned to see at the window. the light washed over junmyun's pale skin and dark hair, making the younger man seemed to glow. so beautiful, yi fan thought.

"yi fan, it's beautiful," junmyun smiled so widely and yi fan wanted to shake his head, no, it's you who are so beautiful, but it would get him a smack on the head from junmyun so he nodded instead. he sneaked out his now unparalyzed arm around junmyun's waist and laced his fingers with junmyun's, earning a peck from the younger, "hi, boyfriend."

yi fan was about to burst from so much love but if he did it would make another big bang and he didn't want that, so he resisted. instead, he pulled junmyun closer and gave him a proper kiss, "hello, lover."

• K/S cheryl cole - parachute ( baby if i got you, i don't need a parachute, you're gonna catch me if i fall down )

~finite