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Jason was an absolute fool.
“I can’t believe you,” Jun clutched at his sides, falling over from where he was sitting on the floor. “And you call ME a feral raccoon!”
“Just shut up and help me look,” Jason grumbled.
Jun pulled on the bright yellow rubber gloves and sat up on his knees. He helped Jason pick through the mess of paper and napkins scattered across the floor.
“This is gross. You're an idiot.”
“I thought you were nice,” Jason frowned at him. “And yes, okay, I admit that I'm an idiot. But still!”
“You finally get Yuzuru Hanyu's number and you bin the napkin it's written on.”
“Shut. Up.”
Jun fell back with a cackle, rolling around on the floor again. Jason had to refrain from kicking him.
“Why don't I go and get Mong Mong?” Jun managed to get out through choked laughter. “After all, he's used to digging through trash cans.”
“I'm going to turn him into a tea cosy or a furry hat if you don't quit your teasing.”
Let's go back to the start, shall we?
Jason stepped off the ice, cleaning the shards of glassy water off his blades with his towel before he put on his guards to head back to the changing room. Yuzuru, Jun, Conrad, and Javier all followed him into the changing room, and Jason tucked his skates carefully in their suitcase.
“Want to come out for a snack with me?” Jason asked the whole changing room. Javier shook his head with a fond grin.
“Can't. Brian is letting me lead training the juniors in the next session.” He rolled his shoulders then paused. “Although I think I should have time for a coffee before I start.”
“Jun? Yuzu? Conrad?”
“Brian said I have to go back home and rest after morning practice.” Conrad said with a little pout. “I don't want to though. I want to hang out with Jun.”
“You should listen to Brian.” Yuzuru said coldly, giving Conrad an icy stare. “Go home. Rest for competition.”
Jun rolled his big brown eyes before he tried the doe-eyed trick on Yuzuru.
“Please can Conrad come with us?”
“No.” Yuzuru put his hands on his hips. “Rest up for your competition Conrad. Good luck. We will see you at the club soon.”
“Thanks?” Conrad said as he packed up his bag. He stroked Jun's hair and pressed a little kiss to his forehead. “I love you. Have a good rest of the session.”
It took every ounce of self control in Yuzuru's body to not kill Conrad.
Once Conrad had gone, Yuzuru, Jun, and Jason piled into Jason's slightly beaten up car. Despite arguing that he had the longest legs and should have sat in the front seat, Jun ended up in the back with Yuzuru sitting shotgun and Jason in the driver's seat. From where he was sitting, Jun’s eyes almost fell out of his head with how hard he rolled them. Jason Brown was a lot of things, but subtle wasn’t one of them. He let Yuzuru mess around with the music, playing JPop very loudly. Jason’s eyes were fixed on Yuzuru, to the point where he missed a give-way sign and almost crashed into a tree. Jun said a prayer of thanks to as many deities as he could think of when they finally pulled into the car park safely. Yuzuru climbed out, either too polite to say he was almost killed or too oblivious. Jun looked between the two guys and rolled his eyes again.
“What would you like Jun?”
“Huh?” Jun answered, snapping back to reality as he looked at Jason’s shiny eyes. “What?”
Jason laughed, and Jun could have sworn he saw Yuzuru’s eyes crinkle and his nose wrinkle with delight. “What would you like?”
“Blueberry muffin please.”
“Sure,” Jason headed up to the counter to order, gesturing to the pair of them that they should find a table. Jun beelined for the corner with Yuzuru following him.
“So.” Yuzuru cut to the chase. “You and Conrad. Does he treat you nicely?”
“Yes hyung,” Jun rolled his eyes. “I’ve told you that he loves me and he treats me so well.”
“Good. You tell me straight away if there are any problems. I promised your mother–”
“You promised Yuna Kim, who isn’t my mother–”
“I promised your aunt then, that I’d make sure you’re fine.”
“She’s not my aunt either,” Jun grumbled under his breath. “She isn’t old enough to be my aunt.”
“And I’m barely old enough to be your hyung, yet here we are.”
“You are old– ouch!”
“Yuzu,” Jason chided lightly, “don’t push Jun off his chair. Jun, don’t call Yuzuru old. You know it upsets him. Plus Yuzu and I are basically the same age so…”
“Yeah but you’re not an old hermit. You’re a young sunshine person!”
“If he calls me old one more time,” Yuzuru hissed, eyes narrowing like an angry cat. Jason patted his shoulder sympathetically.
“Jun, for peace, please don’t call him old.”
“If he acts like a Victorian lady,” Jun said simply as he took his oat latte from Jason, “I’m going to call him old.”
“I am NOT a Victorian lady!” Yuzuru picked up his hot chocolate with an indignant sniff. “At least Jason loves me.”
“No kidding,” Jun whispered into his mug so that they couldn’t hear him. Jason passed him the blueberry muffin and Yuzuru a chocolate chip cookie.
“Come on, this is meant to be a nice after-training snack! Just the three of us! My two favourite guys at the club.”
“I’m going to tell Brian you like us more than him.”
“Tracy does most of my training anyway,” Jason said with a little wink to Yuzuru. Jun rolled his eyes again, going so far back he could see his brain.
“And Ghislain does most of mine. So… maybe it would be fun to swap!”
Jason laughed. Not a camera laugh, or a club laugh, but a real laugh that came deep from his belly, head thrown back and eyes closed. Jun rolled his eyes again. Was this what he looked like with Conrad? No. Conrad was actually funny. Yuzu and Jason were just… icky. He shuddered at the thought that becoming old would make him that sappy.
Jun mostly tuned out, sending Conrad silly emojis and cat videos he’d bookmarked on Instagram, when Yuzuru stood up. His mother was waiting out front, or something, Jun wasn’t really listening. He took the unused napkin from the pile and scribbled something on it before he handed the napkin to Jason and took off. Jun closed the cat video and leaned across the table.
“No way.”
Jason was staring at the napkin like it was a cheque for a million dollars.
“He gave you his number!” Jun whispered. “Oh my gosh! I never thought it would happen.”
“Wow, thanks,” Jason frowned at him. “You never thought I’d get his number.”
“He just doesn’t give it out, you know?” Jun sipped his latte. “This is like a dream come true for you! I’m so proud of you Jason.”
Jason sighed with delight, eyes going dreamy. He folded the napkin when there was an almighty crash in the cafe. The pair turned their heads to where a poor waitress was being berated for dropping a few mugs accidentally. No one had been hurt, and nothing had been spilt, but her manager and someone who’d been nowhere near decided to turn on her. Ever the kind soul, Jason stood up to support her. He defended her as Jun shook his head with a little smile.
“You’re too kind sometimes.” Jun shook his head as Jason organised their tray, binning their trash and giving back their mugs. “No wonder Yuzuru is smitten with you.”
“He isn’t smitten with me.” Jason said with a shake of his head. Jason paused, smile freezing, before it drooped. “Jun… Yuzuru…”
Jun looked at him. He blinked. He looked at the trash can.
“Oh…”
“Jun!” Jason shook his shoulders. “Yuzu’s number is in there! I can’t just leave it there!”
“You’re not going to dig through a trash can in public just for his number.”
“Jun. It is a security risk,” Jason said sternly. “Yuzuru would never let his personal information be out there where someone could get it.”
“No one would get it from the trash can.”
Jason gave him a look. Then he asked for a pair of yellow rubber gloves.
“I stand corrected. You would get it from the trash can.”
“Wrong,” Jason handed Jun the first pair of gloves and collected his own from the waitress he defended. “We would.”
“No way.” Jun held the gloves back out. “I’m not doing this.”
“I’ll defend you when Mong Mong chews through Yuzuru’s next pair of earphones.”
Jun looked Jason dead in the eye.
“And you’ll defend me and Conrad?”
“I’ll defend you and Conrad, but not the earphones.”
“You defend me and Conrad, and you buy me a five pack of my favourite ramyun.”
“Done.”
And so that was how Jun and Jason ended up sitting in the back room of the cafe digging through the trash can. Jun was cackling at Jason’s exasperated expression, as the whole can was full of napkins. And Jason wasn’t the only one who folded his napkin in half before binning it.
“This is hopeless,” Jason groaned as he checked the hundredth napkin. “I’m never going to find it! Yuzu finally gives me his number, and I feel like I might actually have a bit of a chance with him, and then I stupidly go and bin it.”
“Yes yes,” Jun picked up another napkin, unfolding it with the yellow gloves, before he threw it into the new bag they’d lined the trash can with. “You are stupid. We established that an hour ago. My mother is going to kill me for being home so late.”
“I’ll apologise to your mother. I just really really need to find this now. I’m very grateful you’re helping me Jun!”
Jason’s eyes were so pathetic that Jun couldn’t bring himself to be mean and abandon him. He reached for another napkin.
“I can’t believe this. It disappeared,” Jason pulled off the gloves and threw them in the trash can too. “And I think I need a shower for like 3 months now.”
“Same,” Jun sniffed, nose wrinkling. “I smell worse than after a competition.”
“Let’s go,” Jason was deflated as they both washed (scrubbed) their hands clean and climbed into his car. Unlike the drive to the cafe, the drive to Jun’s house was quiet and morose. Jason pulled up in front of Jun’s house.
“Thanks for helping me. I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”
Jun couldn’t stop the little mischievous grin from blossoming on his face. Jason narrowed his eyes.
“If I give you something, will you increase it to five packs of my favourite ramyun?”
“Depends on what the thing is.”
Jun held out his hand and Jason put his phone in it. Jun tapped away and handed it back
Yuzuru Hanyu, love of your life (you sap!)
XXX-XXX-XXXX
“Jun! Omg thank you!” Jason gave him half a hug, then paused. “Hang on a second… You had his number the whole time?”
Jun pulled away and jumped out the car, grabbing his skates before Jason really had time to think.
“Bye Jason! See you at the club tomorrow! Don’t forget my packs of ramyun, and that you’re going to defend me and Conrad when your boyfriend is mean!”
“Jun Hwan Cha! Get back here right now!”
Jun headed into the house cackling. Jason shook his head, back on cloud nine again. His thumb hovered over the contact before he started typing.
“Thanks Jun,” he said quietly in the car as he typed up the message.
Jason: Hey Yuzu! This is Jason
Yuzuru: Hi Jason! Was worried you hadn’t messaged yet. Thought something had happened!
Jason: Oh it did. Remind me to tell you tomorrow.
Jason leaned back against the seat and smiled, holding his phone to his chest. He couldn’t stop the goofy grin made of sunshine.