[FANFIC] Bamboo Blood (Chapter:5.3)
Title: Face to Face: Chapter 5.3
Pairing: Yoosu, Yunjae, Kimin
Author: BloodyRose
Length: 43/??
Genre: angst, romance, fluff, comedy, drama, smut, happy ending,
Warning/s: Yaoi, boyxboy
Summary: Yoochun brought a sketchbook and a few pencils and looked at jaejoong who was pouting and sitting in yunho's lap
Yoochun brought a sketchbook and a few pencils and looked at jaejoong who was pouting and sitting in yunho's lap
'But I must go prepare lunch' jaejoong tried to escape this
'No, lunch can wait. This can't' yoochun hissed pulling jaejoong down to sit again and opened his sketchbook 'Now speak, begin with the bone structure of his face'
Jaejoong puffed out his cheeks, he didn't like this, the slightest and the man was ugly, he didn't want to remember his face, he was much prettier than him!
Around two hours passed, yoochun looked at the pile of torn and balled papers on the table in front of him and looked at the picture in front of him, he couldn't miss the similarity between the two
'And you call this ugly because?' yoochun blinked?
'He's ugly! I'm prettier than him?' jaejoong stomped his feet on the ground angrily
Yoochun blinked, he looked at yunho and saw how he looked shameful, worried and guilty
'I see' he smirked ' your fault then, huh?' he pointed at yunho who frowned at him
'He tried to sell me a body lotion once… jaejoong got angry because he was…'
'Damn well I got angry, he was feeling you up!! The jerk was…'
At this point yunho silenced his angry lover with a lingering kiss on the mouth and once again it worked like magic
Yoochun looked back at the picture he had just drawn and sighed, the man was actually pretty. Too similar to someone he knew. The man seemed very similar to junsu
'And no one knows his name, huh?' yoochun sighed, he really needed to know who this master was. Why did he have a feeling that something was very wrong in this issue? It was as if he painted a woman in a man's disguise, this man looked way too feminine, even more than jaejoong or junsu
'Okay, now you can go to your lunch and I'm going out' yoochun stood up with the paper in hand and the gun on his waist and walked out of the door
Too many secrets, too little time, he kept thinking to himself as he marched to the forest hoping to be able to meet his boy along the way
Entering the forest yoochun could tell that something wasn't right, something in the air, in the muddy ground and in the bamboo trees themselves gave him an odd feeling that something had went so wrong
Yoochun kept walking forward; he finally reached the spot where the shrine was, where he always met his lover and looked, he wasn't there. No one was around
Yoochun kept on walking, he went everywhere he once was with junsu in this forest, the boy wasn't anywhere, but there was more to it. The forest was different today; there was something so wrong going on that he had yet to find out
Yoochun went even farther than ever before; he kept going deeper and deeper into the forest determined to find whatever was wrong. He must have walked for hours, his legs were sore and he was thirsty when he finally saw something
It was a tree, not a bamboo tree though. This tree was big and round, it looked pretty old and it was the only not bamboo tree that yoochun saw here up till now
Walking to the tree yoochun looked around; there was something that made his heart beat like crazy as he walked to it. Reaching the tree and circling it yoochun knew why at once
There, on the other side of the tree, was a sleeping junsu looking so pretty and innocent and most of all moles-table, very molest-able
Kneeling beside the boy yoochun noticed junsu was hugging a doll of his. Chunie, the new doll, and he was sleeping peacefully curled up in a ball
As yoochun touched the boy softly junsu frowned, he blinked his closed eyes a couple of times and reached one of the hands which were hugging the doll to rub his right eye softly, he looked so cute right now
Yoochun wanted to watch him sleep forever, watch how innocent and pretty he looked and believe that there was some good left in the world
Suddenly, yoochun tensed up, someone was watching him from between the trees. He knew it… someone else was there with him. He took out his gun and made sure it was ready to fire in a split second notice
Standing up and looking around yoochun noticed how the trees on his left were more crowded that he remembers them. He took a step in their direction and heard it, someone had stepped on a dry root or something causing it to snap
'Who's there?' he asked not expecting an answer
Yoochun felt the eyes eyeing him retreat, but he wasn't going to allow this to happen, he made up his mind and began running after the source of the sound in a split second. He just had to catch him, he had to find out
Although he was tired, thirsty and panting yoochun ran faster than before, he ran and ran seeing the figure in black robe ran ahead of him. he was getting closer to it, just a few more meters to hold it
Yoochun seized his chance when the figure in front of him came to abrupt hold; he didn't step into the area, like if there was an invisible border denying him access or something
Yoochun looked at the zone in front of him as he barely ran. He had been here before; it wasn't the first time he came here. The first time would have been when he came with junsu. When junsu so innocently told him about all those people sleeping here…it was the place where the people were killed and there, on the bamboo tree was a fresh body waiting him, the newest victim yet, his blood still hot and dripping from the half circled slash on his chest
Yoochun widened his eyes, he couldn't stop his legs however so he turned back to the figure and reached its hand. He grabbed a handful of its robes and made sure it won't be able to escape
'Who are you?' yoochun hissed forcing it to turn around face him. For now he decided to forget about the body, he was dead anyway, he couldn't do much to him. But, this figure was alive and it was eyeing him, not for the first time, and he needed to know who it was and why was it eyeing him like this?
The hand that reached to hold on yoochun's wrist trying to free itself was too small and gentle to be a man's hand, yoochun thought to himself
Looking at it up this close it wasn't a big strong man, for sure. It was someone slim and small who could be a woman or a man easily…
Yoochun hand reached to the robe, he needed it off, he needed to know who it was and why was he here? Why was he eyeing him like that?