TVXQ - Two Princes [YooSu]
Title: Two Princes
Pairing: YooSu
Rating: PG?
Genre: fluff ’n stuff.
Summary: when the lights go out, it's time for a story.
Note: Entry for the Fairytale contest on Yoosu Yongwonhi. Ended up being first place;
[ original post @ Yoosu Yongwonhi]
“Couch!” Junsu’s voice echoed through the hallway as he hurriedly kicked off his sneakers against the wall, which resulted in them bouncing back and him nearly tripping over them in the process. Nevertheless, he was still faster than Yoochun and dove onto the couch with a blissful exclamation of ‘victory!’.
“No fair,” the bass-baritone called, still in the hallway, struggling to get his neatly laced shoes off. It had been a long day, like all their days had been lately. Being dragged from hotel to hotel, from city to city, wasn’t exactly the band’s favourite part of their tour. It was tiring, translating words in their heads and forcing their mouths around strange tones, sometimes sounding so far off from their mother tongue. It made them long for silence and sleep.
Changmin and Yunho were currently being interviewed for their next appearance on A Nation, the leader trying to ignore his lethargy whilst the younger one had gotten used to easily giving out smiles, even when he was feeling as tired as Yunho. Jaejoong had stayed with them, having had the longest nap out of all of them in the afternoon and therefore strong enough to offer some mental support. He’d probably end up being interviewed as well.
Junsu had a drowsy but playfully silly smile plastered on his face, lying on his side spread out all over the couch, aiming the remote control he had dug up from in between the couch’s pillows at the TV screen. The light of the hallway and the blueish white flickering coming from the TV bounced off the walls, illuminating the living area barely. Muttering something under his breath, Yoochun turned on the lights and rubbed his shoulder as he suppressed a yawn. His white long-sleeved shirt was slightly crumpled from when he had tried sleeping in the van.
“Aish, Junnie-ah, don’t make me fold up on a chair at this hour of the day!” He sat down on the armrest of the couch, making it curve slightly as he did so, fingers poking at Junsu’s feet.
Not looking up from his piercing stare at the TV, the younger one shuffled forwards, now near the edge of the couch so there was space left between him and the back of the couch. Recognising the other’s offer, Yoochun slid off the armrest onto the couch, spooning the other. His arm rested casually around the other’s waist as his face buried into the other’s hair. It was all a rare event of true affection, their bodies tired and looking for comfort, their minds worn out from studying another language and simply needing no questions to answer for a while.
It was easy to stay that way for a while, physical contact never was a problem between the band members. It was a way to show their love for one another and a way to support each other in difficult times. Nobody put any question marks to it.
Their bodies warmed up quickly, sharing body heat through the loose embrace. The weather outside was freezing, a strong biting wind that felt as a thousand knives cutting through the air. The only thing left cold right now were Junsu’s feet. Absently, Yoochun rubbed his toes along the side of them, providing some warmth. The younger one let out a small sigh, his eyes small from the lack of sleep.
About to suggest to actually going to bed instead of hanging around in front of the TV, Yoochun made a surprised noise at the flickering of the lights and the TV screen. Outside the wind blew forcefully against the windows, the glass trembling under the pressure. A loud thunder rumbled through the sky, a brighter light than the lamp momentarily illuminating the room.
“Do you reckon the power lines will give in?” Junsu’s wavering voice sounded, his hand tugging on Yoochun’s fingers that had absently started to play with the hem of the baritenor’s shirt.
“I don’t know, maybe…” Yoochun was about to continue his sentence when the light flickered again, twice, three times and then stayed out, wrapping them in an eerily sudden darkness. It had started to rain and the wind forced the droplets into kamikaze pilots crashing against the windows. Junsu’s fingers clasped around his tightly for a moment, letting go when Yoochun exclaimed a noise of discomfort.
“Junnie-ah, that hurts! Get up and I’ll find us some candles,” the older one moodily poked the younger one’s side, pushing his knee against the back of the other’s legs to get him to move. The younger one sat up slightly, but grabbed Yoochun’s wrist tightly before he could get up.
“What if you don’t return?” Junsu’s voice sounded smaller than usual, slightly panicky and breathless.
Yoochun frowned, the darkness hiding his confused features as he slid into a sitting position next to the other, who was still holding his wrist in a manner that told him something was wrong. “Junnie-ah, the room is barely 8 by 6 meters, I’m sure I won’t get lost. There won’t be any goblins to take me away either,” he chuckled softly, but rubbed his thumb over Junsu’s palm to somehow soothe the other.
Another crack of thunder followed by a flash of light lit the room for a few seconds and showed the baritenor’s alarmed face. It reminded Yoochun of a child who’s toy had been taken away while that was the only thing that could lull him to sleep. Junsu let out a noise of protest and the older one sighed.
“How about I stay here and tell you about something,” Yoochun tried. To be honest, he had never seen Junsu frightened of thunder or darkness before, at least he couldn’t recall a situation like it. Then again, they had never truly discussed what they feared in life. Reminded of his own fears, the older one shifted back into a lying position and pulled the other against him by embracing his waist.
Junsu easily moved back into their previous position, eyes closing as his breathing steadied again. Yoochun’s body was close, one of his legs hooked around his, his hand resting on his t-shirt-covered abdomen. He could feel the bass-baritone’s breath on his neck, the other’s forehead resting against the back of his head comfortably.
“What are you going to tell me, a story?” Junsu asked, wriggling his body around as if to cocoon himself in an invisible blanket. When he accidentally shrugged off the other’s arm, he quickly pulled it back around his waist, feeling Yoochun’s fingers hesitate, but eventually rest on his abdomen again.
“Anything to take your attention away from other things,” Yoochun said, his voice a pleasant vibrating warmth. “Have you ever heard the tale of the two princes?”
Junsu chuckled, already forgetting all about the storm that raged outside, shaking his head. “A fairytale, Chunnie-ah?” he asked in disbelief, knowing that he couldn’t have expected something more serious in a situation like this.
“Not a fairytale, it’s more based on a true story, just listen,” Yoochun poked the other’s ribs, resulting in Junsu elbowing him in his. “Oohpf. Always interrupting. Where was I?” He settled against the other’s body again, his fingers absently stroking the folds out of the other’s t-shirt.
“Two princes,” Junsu reminded him, sighing softly at the feeling of Yoochun’s touch, one which was rare unless any of them was either really upset or had done something incredible. Junsu usually got more attention from the bass-baritone than the others in their group anyway and he praised himself lucky for that. Yoochun, with his complicated life, his emotions a big complicated web of tears and scars, was able to provide true warmth and love in a way Junsu himself envied.
“Right. So,” Yoochun closed his eyes, because in contrast with the darkness it didn’t really matter much to keep them open or closed. With Junsu’s weight settled against him and the heavy weather outside, he got filled by an indescribable feeling of comfort. “Not really that long ago, there was a beautiful princess. She had everything her heart desired, money, clothes, a castle… but no prince.”
“Ah, I was about to ask why you started about a princess, because you said it was about two princes,” Junsu butted in, earning himself a small push from Yoochun’s feet against his legs. “Aish. I’ll be quiet.”
“You’d better be. Anyway, to cheer his daughter up, the king searched for princes who were suitable to marry her. He sought everywhere, his entire kingdom was on the look out for a candidate and in the end he found only one.” Yoochun paused, his hand fanning out over the other’s stomach, the fabric of the t-shirt itching underneath his fingers. Junsu’s breathing had evened out.
“Now, this person wasn’t from a royal family, but he had everything a prince should have. For one, he was incredibly handsome. If he’d reach out his hand, ten girls would take it. If the sun would shine on his hair, a soft breeze would play with the strands. If he’d smile, the king himself would kneel down and thank the Lord. Junnie-ah, this man’s heart was made of pure gold; he was flawless in both looks and character.”
Junsu chuckled under his breath, a tremble that travelled through his body and upon Yoochun’s skin. The older one grinned, face expressing happiness towards nothing in particular.
“Accompanied by a royal parade, this man travelled alongside the king, crossing the country to spread his charm over the people who came to see. Nobody disapproved of the king’s choice for his daughter, everyone found him to be the perfect match. Even the young girls, whose hearts longed for a love alike, couldn’t disagree.”
“Once they arrived at the castle, the princess immediately fell in love with the man. They were a perfect couple, radiating beauty as they walked side by side. Now, a wedding was planned for the entire country to attend. Long tables with at least a million chairs were set up for a huge meal. A celebration like this had never taken place before, but no one could say no to it. After all, the most talked about couple needed the most talked about party.”
Yoochun’s fingers had crept down, running along the hem of the other’s t-shirt. His nails brushed along the tiny bit of skin exposed. It was warm and alive, moving along with every breath Junsu took.
”All seemed well, until the day of the celebration. This man, you see, had always had a best friend. This friend came from a country far away from his, where they spoke in a foreign tongue and never bothered with trivial matters such as marriage. He was considered a prince there. This prince had heard of the wedding and had travelled by horse to find the other. Once facing his long lost friend and his soon-to-be-wife, he did something that would end the fairytale,”
Junsu held his breath, partly because of what was to come as conclusion to the story and partly because Yoochun’s fingertips were dancing around his navel.
“He took out his sword and killed the beautiful princess.”
After a few moment of silence, Junsu frowned and half-turned in Yoochun’s embrace. “What? What kind of an ending is that? Who would do that? You’re so cruel-hearted, Chunnie-ah! That last man should not be called a prince!” apparently having forgotten all about his mood earlier, he sat up and shook the older one’s shoulders.
Yoochun burst out in laughter and pulled the other down again, tickling his sides mercilessly until Junsu begged for forgiveness, his body half on top of Yoochun’s as the assault was finally quit. He breathed out his last chuckles against the older one’s shoulder, closing his eyes. Outside, the storm had turned into nothing more but heavy rain, now pounding a soothing rhythm against the glass windows.
Junsu’s silence hinted that he had fallen asleep, tired from their long day and all the things that had happened. His face rested on Yoochun’s chest and Yoochun didn’t blame him, finding his weight a comfortable one to carry. His hand ran through the baritenor’s hair, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath.
“I would never kill, but I will make sure no girl can have you before I can. Sleep tight, my prince.”
Pairing: YooSu
Rating: PG?
Genre: fluff ’n stuff.
Summary: when the lights go out, it's time for a story.
Note: Entry for the Fairytale contest on Yoosu Yongwonhi. Ended up being first place;
[ original post @ Yoosu Yongwonhi]
“Couch!” Junsu’s voice echoed through the hallway as he hurriedly kicked off his sneakers against the wall, which resulted in them bouncing back and him nearly tripping over them in the process. Nevertheless, he was still faster than Yoochun and dove onto the couch with a blissful exclamation of ‘victory!’.
“No fair,” the bass-baritone called, still in the hallway, struggling to get his neatly laced shoes off. It had been a long day, like all their days had been lately. Being dragged from hotel to hotel, from city to city, wasn’t exactly the band’s favourite part of their tour. It was tiring, translating words in their heads and forcing their mouths around strange tones, sometimes sounding so far off from their mother tongue. It made them long for silence and sleep.
Changmin and Yunho were currently being interviewed for their next appearance on A Nation, the leader trying to ignore his lethargy whilst the younger one had gotten used to easily giving out smiles, even when he was feeling as tired as Yunho. Jaejoong had stayed with them, having had the longest nap out of all of them in the afternoon and therefore strong enough to offer some mental support. He’d probably end up being interviewed as well.
Junsu had a drowsy but playfully silly smile plastered on his face, lying on his side spread out all over the couch, aiming the remote control he had dug up from in between the couch’s pillows at the TV screen. The light of the hallway and the blueish white flickering coming from the TV bounced off the walls, illuminating the living area barely. Muttering something under his breath, Yoochun turned on the lights and rubbed his shoulder as he suppressed a yawn. His white long-sleeved shirt was slightly crumpled from when he had tried sleeping in the van.
“Aish, Junnie-ah, don’t make me fold up on a chair at this hour of the day!” He sat down on the armrest of the couch, making it curve slightly as he did so, fingers poking at Junsu’s feet.
Not looking up from his piercing stare at the TV, the younger one shuffled forwards, now near the edge of the couch so there was space left between him and the back of the couch. Recognising the other’s offer, Yoochun slid off the armrest onto the couch, spooning the other. His arm rested casually around the other’s waist as his face buried into the other’s hair. It was all a rare event of true affection, their bodies tired and looking for comfort, their minds worn out from studying another language and simply needing no questions to answer for a while.
It was easy to stay that way for a while, physical contact never was a problem between the band members. It was a way to show their love for one another and a way to support each other in difficult times. Nobody put any question marks to it.
Their bodies warmed up quickly, sharing body heat through the loose embrace. The weather outside was freezing, a strong biting wind that felt as a thousand knives cutting through the air. The only thing left cold right now were Junsu’s feet. Absently, Yoochun rubbed his toes along the side of them, providing some warmth. The younger one let out a small sigh, his eyes small from the lack of sleep.
About to suggest to actually going to bed instead of hanging around in front of the TV, Yoochun made a surprised noise at the flickering of the lights and the TV screen. Outside the wind blew forcefully against the windows, the glass trembling under the pressure. A loud thunder rumbled through the sky, a brighter light than the lamp momentarily illuminating the room.
“Do you reckon the power lines will give in?” Junsu’s wavering voice sounded, his hand tugging on Yoochun’s fingers that had absently started to play with the hem of the baritenor’s shirt.
“I don’t know, maybe…” Yoochun was about to continue his sentence when the light flickered again, twice, three times and then stayed out, wrapping them in an eerily sudden darkness. It had started to rain and the wind forced the droplets into kamikaze pilots crashing against the windows. Junsu’s fingers clasped around his tightly for a moment, letting go when Yoochun exclaimed a noise of discomfort.
“Junnie-ah, that hurts! Get up and I’ll find us some candles,” the older one moodily poked the younger one’s side, pushing his knee against the back of the other’s legs to get him to move. The younger one sat up slightly, but grabbed Yoochun’s wrist tightly before he could get up.
“What if you don’t return?” Junsu’s voice sounded smaller than usual, slightly panicky and breathless.
Yoochun frowned, the darkness hiding his confused features as he slid into a sitting position next to the other, who was still holding his wrist in a manner that told him something was wrong. “Junnie-ah, the room is barely 8 by 6 meters, I’m sure I won’t get lost. There won’t be any goblins to take me away either,” he chuckled softly, but rubbed his thumb over Junsu’s palm to somehow soothe the other.
Another crack of thunder followed by a flash of light lit the room for a few seconds and showed the baritenor’s alarmed face. It reminded Yoochun of a child who’s toy had been taken away while that was the only thing that could lull him to sleep. Junsu let out a noise of protest and the older one sighed.
“How about I stay here and tell you about something,” Yoochun tried. To be honest, he had never seen Junsu frightened of thunder or darkness before, at least he couldn’t recall a situation like it. Then again, they had never truly discussed what they feared in life. Reminded of his own fears, the older one shifted back into a lying position and pulled the other against him by embracing his waist.
Junsu easily moved back into their previous position, eyes closing as his breathing steadied again. Yoochun’s body was close, one of his legs hooked around his, his hand resting on his t-shirt-covered abdomen. He could feel the bass-baritone’s breath on his neck, the other’s forehead resting against the back of his head comfortably.
“What are you going to tell me, a story?” Junsu asked, wriggling his body around as if to cocoon himself in an invisible blanket. When he accidentally shrugged off the other’s arm, he quickly pulled it back around his waist, feeling Yoochun’s fingers hesitate, but eventually rest on his abdomen again.
“Anything to take your attention away from other things,” Yoochun said, his voice a pleasant vibrating warmth. “Have you ever heard the tale of the two princes?”
Junsu chuckled, already forgetting all about the storm that raged outside, shaking his head. “A fairytale, Chunnie-ah?” he asked in disbelief, knowing that he couldn’t have expected something more serious in a situation like this.
“Not a fairytale, it’s more based on a true story, just listen,” Yoochun poked the other’s ribs, resulting in Junsu elbowing him in his. “Oohpf. Always interrupting. Where was I?” He settled against the other’s body again, his fingers absently stroking the folds out of the other’s t-shirt.
“Two princes,” Junsu reminded him, sighing softly at the feeling of Yoochun’s touch, one which was rare unless any of them was either really upset or had done something incredible. Junsu usually got more attention from the bass-baritone than the others in their group anyway and he praised himself lucky for that. Yoochun, with his complicated life, his emotions a big complicated web of tears and scars, was able to provide true warmth and love in a way Junsu himself envied.
“Right. So,” Yoochun closed his eyes, because in contrast with the darkness it didn’t really matter much to keep them open or closed. With Junsu’s weight settled against him and the heavy weather outside, he got filled by an indescribable feeling of comfort. “Not really that long ago, there was a beautiful princess. She had everything her heart desired, money, clothes, a castle… but no prince.”
“Ah, I was about to ask why you started about a princess, because you said it was about two princes,” Junsu butted in, earning himself a small push from Yoochun’s feet against his legs. “Aish. I’ll be quiet.”
“You’d better be. Anyway, to cheer his daughter up, the king searched for princes who were suitable to marry her. He sought everywhere, his entire kingdom was on the look out for a candidate and in the end he found only one.” Yoochun paused, his hand fanning out over the other’s stomach, the fabric of the t-shirt itching underneath his fingers. Junsu’s breathing had evened out.
“Now, this person wasn’t from a royal family, but he had everything a prince should have. For one, he was incredibly handsome. If he’d reach out his hand, ten girls would take it. If the sun would shine on his hair, a soft breeze would play with the strands. If he’d smile, the king himself would kneel down and thank the Lord. Junnie-ah, this man’s heart was made of pure gold; he was flawless in both looks and character.”
Junsu chuckled under his breath, a tremble that travelled through his body and upon Yoochun’s skin. The older one grinned, face expressing happiness towards nothing in particular.
“Accompanied by a royal parade, this man travelled alongside the king, crossing the country to spread his charm over the people who came to see. Nobody disapproved of the king’s choice for his daughter, everyone found him to be the perfect match. Even the young girls, whose hearts longed for a love alike, couldn’t disagree.”
“Once they arrived at the castle, the princess immediately fell in love with the man. They were a perfect couple, radiating beauty as they walked side by side. Now, a wedding was planned for the entire country to attend. Long tables with at least a million chairs were set up for a huge meal. A celebration like this had never taken place before, but no one could say no to it. After all, the most talked about couple needed the most talked about party.”
Yoochun’s fingers had crept down, running along the hem of the other’s t-shirt. His nails brushed along the tiny bit of skin exposed. It was warm and alive, moving along with every breath Junsu took.
”All seemed well, until the day of the celebration. This man, you see, had always had a best friend. This friend came from a country far away from his, where they spoke in a foreign tongue and never bothered with trivial matters such as marriage. He was considered a prince there. This prince had heard of the wedding and had travelled by horse to find the other. Once facing his long lost friend and his soon-to-be-wife, he did something that would end the fairytale,”
Junsu held his breath, partly because of what was to come as conclusion to the story and partly because Yoochun’s fingertips were dancing around his navel.
“He took out his sword and killed the beautiful princess.”
After a few moment of silence, Junsu frowned and half-turned in Yoochun’s embrace. “What? What kind of an ending is that? Who would do that? You’re so cruel-hearted, Chunnie-ah! That last man should not be called a prince!” apparently having forgotten all about his mood earlier, he sat up and shook the older one’s shoulders.
Yoochun burst out in laughter and pulled the other down again, tickling his sides mercilessly until Junsu begged for forgiveness, his body half on top of Yoochun’s as the assault was finally quit. He breathed out his last chuckles against the older one’s shoulder, closing his eyes. Outside, the storm had turned into nothing more but heavy rain, now pounding a soothing rhythm against the glass windows.
Junsu’s silence hinted that he had fallen asleep, tired from their long day and all the things that had happened. His face rested on Yoochun’s chest and Yoochun didn’t blame him, finding his weight a comfortable one to carry. His hand ran through the baritenor’s hair, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath.
“I would never kill, but I will make sure no girl can have you before I can. Sleep tight, my prince.”