Obstacles & Changes
Title: Obstacles & Changes
Length: 7,508 words~ (Two shots)
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angsty fluff, AU
Summary: Junsu thinks fags are disgusting, and Yoochun thinks they are normal.
A/N: Deeply influenced by my all-time favorite yaoi manga, Yatteraneeze!
They labeled themselves as “TVXQ - Rising Gods of the East.”
More like the Rising Gods of friggin’ Seoul High School - Kim Junsu thought bitterly. It was an annoying group (only in Junsu’s opinion) of four freshmen students that alleged they were rulers and much to Junsu’s irritation, practically the whole school population compromised with that fact. And Junsu was aware that things just got peachy when he discovered that three of them happened to take the same classes as he did. Just peachy.
“So I heard that you like U-Know, huh?” Yoochun (mostly known as TVXQ’s Micky) inquires with confidence to him during English. “Never knew School Prez likes to suck dick.”
A crease appears between Junsu’s brows. “School Vice President,” Yoochun chuckles and Junsu merely huffs. “And I told you many times before that I’m straight. Straight as a fucking arrow. Are you really that stupid?”
Yoochun grins, (a grin that can make every living female species - including a decent amount of males - to swoon) and leans closer to place his lips beside Junsu’s ear - skin-on-skin contact - and Junsu tenses completely at the touch. “Hero Jaejoong,” the low murmur reverberates through Junsu’s ear and a shudder is sent to run along his spine. Yoochun smirks.
Junsu immediately scoots to distance himself away from Yoochun, curses inwardly for being seated next to the bastard, and stares with wide eyes. “Would you quit it? You’re annoying the hell out of me,” he exclaims.
The same smirk is plastered onto Yoochun’s face as he shifts closer to seal the distance again, purposefully rests his torso against Junsu’s left arm and smiles wider when Junsu fidgets at the proximity. “Interesting,” he whispers. “You are. Meet us at the courtyard after school.” The bell rings for next period and Yoochun stands up, eyes full of mischief as he looks down at the flustered teen. “Be there,” he demands before he reaches out for his books, and leisurely strolls out of the room.
Junsu is only left to sit and gape while students file in for next period, and Junsu ignores their gazes and just gapes unbelievingly at what had just occurred. That little - Junsu glares, setting his lips into a thin line - bastard. He can’t fight off the blush that begins to creep along the expanse of his cheeks. Oh my god…
-
School Vice President Kim Junsu have always wanted to live a normal life. Not a life full of books and essays, but a normal life where he can have fun like the rest of his peers. And he envied Yoochun a lot for being able to live a life like that.
Ever since he was young, his parents had always pushed him and his older twin brother to keep up with their studies and go beyond their expectations. Junsu didn’t mind it because he thought it was normal to study at home instead of playing outside with the other kids, but now, he was tired of it - tired of having to study all the time - tired of being School Vice President. He felt as if he was being corrupted by Yoochun since the day he was assigned to be seated next to him, and Junsu secretly thanked the jerk for opening his eyes.
After the school bell rang for dismissal, Junsu ambled towards the courtyard with a bit of hesitance. Just as he had expected, he spotted all of TVXQ members standing in the middle - they seemed to be glowing, conspicuous amongst the crowd of students that hurriedly tried to walk past them. He felt his heart skip a beat when he met Yoochun’s mirthful gaze, and he began to wonder why he has been acting strangely towards the other these last few weeks.
Yoochun was the first to react. “Hey, School Prez is here to join the party,” he says, walks up and throws an arm over Junsu’s shoulders. “I can’t believe you actually obeyed me.”
“Neither can I,” Junsu mutters, astonished by his own actions. But he didn’t mind - Yoochun was just a one-way ticket for him to change. He didn’t mind at all.
Yoochun tilts his chin over to the gang, brushing off Junsu’s comment. “You already know U-Know and Hero, right?” Junsu nods his head in affirmative and the pretty one of the three looks back at him with what appears to be a leer; he’s oblivious to it. He also misses the scowl on Yoochun’s face. “And the tall one next to Hero is Max.”
Max extends out a hand, lips pursed into a cute smile. “You can just call me Changmin.”
Jaejoong (Hero) scoffs. “He’s our little baby. Isn’t that right, Minnie?” he interrupts, and Changmin glares at him through the corners of his eyes.
Junsu giggles and grabs onto the hand in front of him, shaking it. “And I’m Junsu,” he greets, and thinks that not all of them are jerks, after all.
“Oh, we know,” Jaejoong says. “Micky has been talking a lot about you. We were surprised that he finally had the balls to ask you out.”
Yoochun shot daggers with his eyes, and Junsu blinked in confusion. “Jaejoong,” his tone held menace. “I suggest you should shut that pretty mouth of yours now.”
Jaejoong crosses his arms, lowers eyelids, and stares back unfalteringly. “Make me, girly,” he challenges.
“Princess,” Yoochun counters. “Why don’t you go fuck Prince Yunho or something?”
Jaejoong glowers. Junsu blinks and Yunho (U-Know) and Changmin goes into defense mode. “I dare you to repeat what you just said, you fucking manwhore,” he grits out.
“Why don’t you go fuck-”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Yunho decides to cut in, wrapping his arms around Jaejoong’s form to prevent him from committing murder. Changmin wraps his arms around Jaejoong’s left, and Junsu watches it all unfold before his very eyes. “I think we should just leave the two alone,” he suggests and begins to take his leave, with Jaejoong secure in his hold.
Changmin turns his head to look at a bewildered Junsu. “It was nice meeting you, Junsu-sshi. I hope we can hang out sometime,” he says with the warmest smile that Junsu has ever seen after so long, before he walks to catch up with his hyungs in a calm manner.
Yoochun and Junsu stands there while the three of them walk away, hearing Jaejoong and Yunho bicker about - “Why do you guys always fight? Isn’t he your best friend?” “But he started it, Yunho!” “I bet Junsu’s scarred now, because of you guys.” and et cetera.
“Fags,” Yoochun mutters after the sounds of bickering fade away completely.
Junsu looks at Yoochun with his head still tilted to the side, confused about everything. “What do you mean?”
“Yunho and Jaejoong,” Yoochun says, turning his head to meet Junsu’s gaze. “They’re together.” Junsu only scrunches his brows and Yoochun lets out a sigh. “You call me stupid. They’re dating. Boyfriends.”
Junsu’s eyes widen. “Guys can date?” he asks, pure innocence laced within his voice.
“Of course,” Yoochun says, his smile impish. “I can show you how they can, if you want.”
And that was the start of Kim Junsu and Park Yoochun’s friendship.
-
Junsu and Yoochun hung out together everyday, and with the other members of TVXQ occasionally, but it was just mostly them two together.
Sometimes, Yoochun would take Junsu bowling to teach him how to get a strike, or to at least knock down three pins without getting a gutter ball. But there were, undeniably, many protests that got passed on between them - “Ugh, your teaching skills are not working, Yoochun!” “That’s because you’re not holding the ball the way I told you to. Here, let me help you.” “…Yoochun-ah.” “What?” “This is embarrassing.” and so forth.
He would also take Junsu to play billiards, to the movies, and shopping as well. But today, Yoochun had a different plan in mind -
“Umm, Yoochun?”
Yoochun’s beyond glad that his apartment is empty at the present. Yoochun plants a small kiss into the hook of Junsu’s neck, his hands resting upon the collars of the other’s school blazer. “Hm?” he hums, and smiles when Junsu shudders. He skillfully undoes the first button on Junsu’s blazer, only to have a hand to stop him from his ministrations. He pouts.
“W-what are you doing?” Junsu asks, backing further into Yoochun’s couch as Yoochun crawls up to him. Junsu’s been over at Yoochun’s house to play video games many times before, but Yoochun was acting differently today. “I thought we’re going to shoot aliens.”
Yoochun leans into Junsu completely, and carries on with where he had left off. “I want to do something different today,” a kiss on Junsu’s neck. “And it’s a whole lot better than shooting aliens,” another kiss, and he begins to suck in between Junsu’s collar bone (which he thought tasted of strawberries - mingled in with a bit of sweat). Tasty.
Junsu can’t help but moan. “What is it?” he asks, his lips ajar.
“Junsu-yah,” Yoochun mutters, and blows on the reddening mark, proud of his handiwork. “Have you ever kissed a girl before?”
“Yes,” Junsu says breathily, voice slightly hoarse. “My mom, my aunt, my cousins-”
Yoochun rolls his eyes. “No, I’m not talking about your family, Junsu. Have you ever made out with a girl before?” Junsu looks at him - puzzlement evident on his face, and Yoochun groans in annoyance. He traps Junsu’s chin within his fingers. “I’m talking about this,” he whispers, and fills in the gap between them to claim Junsu’s plump lips with his own.
Junsu gasps in shock and Yoochun takes the chance to shove his tongue into the wet cavern, provoking the younger boy to moan. Yoochun slowly swivels his tongue around in Junsu’s mouth to get a full taste and thinks that Junsu is really different compared to the other people he have kissed and tasted - Junsu’s taste is extremely addicting. And he’s really surprised when a moan escapes from his own mouth (which has never happened when he kissed other people before). Junsu whimpers, grips onto Yoochun’s arms tightly on account of lack of air, and Yoochun immediately pulls away. They’re both out of breath, lips swollen, and Yoochun’s surprised yet again (haven’t he already mastered the art of kissing?).
Yoochun bends in to give Junsu a little peck on the lips - just because they look irresistible, and nuzzles his head into the crook of Junsu’s neck. He inhales the scent of strawberries and sweat. “And that’s what you call making out,” he says in a half whisper. Kim Junsu, just who are you, really? - But he decides to keep these words implicit.
“T-that’s kind of weird,” Junsu says nervously and feels his face heat up (boy, is it getting hot in here or what?). “Is that what you’re supposed to do with girls?”
Yoochun nuzzles his face into Junsu’s neck even more, hoping his red cheeks are well hidden from Junsu’s view. “Only with the ones you’re dating,” he chuckles bitterly.
“Oh,” Junsu says softly, and fidgets with the collar of Yoochun’s shirt. Silence overtakes them as time wilts away in minutes, and they both lay awkwardly, their breaths blending in with each others. “Yoochun?,” he calls out at last, frowns when he gets no response. “Yoochun,” he calls out again. It takes a shake for him to realize that Yoochun had fallen asleep on him, and he comes to a decision that he should just stay over for the night. Junsu tries to shift into a more comfortable position, and groans when he can’t even move an inch. For a skinny guy, Yoochun is like a frigging boulder. Junsu sighs.
Junsu decided that if he wanted to change, then he had to overcome obstacles. And Yoochun was definitely a big one at that.
-
“Umm, Yoochun-ah?” Junsu says, and a pair of lips shuts him up with a kiss.
“What?” Yoochun mutters, itches to steal another kiss from Junsu, and does so anyways.
“It’s - your - turn,” Junsu breathes out between each kiss. “To sing,” Yoochun finally pushes past Junsu’s lips to give him a French, and Junsu completely goes slack.
Junsu couldn’t believe it. When Yoochun had offered to take him to a karaoke bar, he was more than glad that he would’ve been able to go somewhere different for once, and since it was a place where people went to sing their hearts out, he was all the more thrilled about going there. They sang a couple of songs for about an hour or so before Junsu got pinned down to the couch. Now, they were both osculating, and Junsu couldn’t believe it.
Yoochun released Junsu’s lips with a small plop, not really satisfied with the kiss. Oh, he wanted more than just a kiss. “I want to fool around with you, Junsu,” he says, and wraps a hand around Junsu’s wrist.
“Mrgh?” Junsu blurts out, apparently stuck in a world of his own.
Yoochun chuckles at Junsu’s dazed façade and lightly wraps an arm around Junsu’s small form. He’s just too adorable to resist. “Here, feel this.” Yoochun guides Junsu’s hand to the growing bulge in the front of his pants, and it’s hard the second Junsu touches it.
Junsu furrows his brows at the size of it. “W-what?”
“Mmm,” Yoochun groans, the warmth of having Junsu’s hand touching him is nearly indescribable, he’s never felt this desperate for something in his life. “I’m guessing you’ve never touched yourself before either, huh?” the slow nod of Junsu’s head makes him smirk. Junsu’s just way too predictable. He drops Junsu’s hand (mourns silently at the loss of his warmth) and releases Junsu out of his pants and boxers at an amazingly fast pace. He rubs his thumb over the tip.
“Ah,” the sound was like music to Yoochun’s ears. “W-what if someone comes in?” Junsu stammers, and squirms a little under Yoochun’s touch.
“No one’s going to come in, the sign on the door says to do not disturb.” Yoochun immediately gets rid of Junsu’s shirt and makes his way to suck on the pale flesh before him. “Now hold still while I have some fun, alright?”
Words were then replaced by moans and sighs as Yoochun takes his time with his foreplay. He makes sure he marks every part of Junsu’s upper body before he takes all of him into his mouth, slurping up the pre-cum that leaks onto his tongue. Junsu squirms, and Yoochun starts to bob his head up and down, not forgetting to suck hard as he did so. It didn’t take long for Junsu to reach his climax, squirt his seed into Yoochun’s mouth, and he reddens in embarrassment while the latter swallows it all down - his tongue brushing over what was left of it at the edge of his lower lip.
“Ah!” Junsu gasps at the feeling of having Yoochun’s finger intrude, curling inside of him. Soon, a second finger enters and he almost cries out in pain. “Yoochun-ah, no.” Yoochun tries to soothe Junsu by shushing him, places flowing kisses onto Junsu’s clenched eyelids - nose - cheekbones - jawline - and a long one on his lips. Junsu’s breaths are ragged when Yoochun begins to make scissoring motions with his fingers, and Yoochun can’t wait any longer. He pulls out his fingers.
Yoochun rushes to unzip his jeans, positions himself in between Junsu’s legs, and swiftly pushes into the tight hole; Junsu’s eyes shot open in surprise (but mostly in pain). “No!” Junsu screams and cries. “It hurts, Yoochun-ah. I-I don’t want to do it anymore.”
“No,” Yoochun bites down on his lower lip - it’s a sensation he’s never felt before. He starts to move. “Not yet.”
But Junsu can’t tolerate with it anymore. He shoves Yoochun out of him and recoils and quivers, violated.
Yoochun stares, terror bathing within his brown eyes. “Junsu,” he gently reaches out a hand - scared the other would break, and Junsu avoids it. “I-”
Junsu shakes his head and gathers his clothes. “I-I’ll see you tomorrow,” Junsu says, hurriedly puts on his clothes, and walks out of the room.
“Fuck!” Yoochun fiercely punches at the wall beside him, blood’s trickling down his knuckles and he glares at it. Never in his life had he felt guilty for having sex with someone, and it all upturned after Junsu walked into his life with that innocence and adorability of his. Damn it - the sheer panic in Junsu’s eyes caught him off-guard.
Fuck - Yoochun hastily zips up his pants, realizing that Junsu would most certainly avoid him (who wouldn’t after what he had done?), and nearly runs for his dear life - breaking his usual calm demeanor - in hopes of catching up with his (new) friend. “So, has he fucked you yet, Junsu-yah?” Yoochun flinches, the voice is undeniably Jaejoong’s. He stops to see Junsu rigid and TVXQ standing in front of him, Jaejoong’s the only one with an arrogant look on his face.
“Ah, Yoochun. How was it? Did you take him hard and rough, just like how you’ve always dreamed of doing?” Jaejoong looks past Yoochun’s scornful gaze, his smirk never leaves his face. “Hey, Yoochun. How was it?”
Yoochun glares hard. “Shut the hell up, Jaejoong,” he mutters.
“Must’ve been nice having him writhe under you, crying your name out while you fucked him raw.”
Yunho sets a hand onto Jaejoong’s shoulder. “That’s enough, Jaejoong,” he warns.
But Jaejoong just shrugs the hand off. “Did you get to cum inside of him, Yoochun-ah?”
“Hyung,” Changmin says, and Junsu shivers while Yoochun’s glare strengthens tenfold. “You should really stop.”
Jaejoong ignores them and turns to face Junsu, who looks back at him with wide brown eyes and fear. “School Vice President must be proud,” he says, and Yoochun snaps, casts a punch to his jaw.
“You bitch!” Yoochun continues to throw punches at Jaejoong’s pretty face, Yunho and Changmin are yelling at him, trying to pull him back, but anger blurs his vision so he’s not aware. An incredible amount of strength fills him and he uses it against Jaejoong; Changmin and Yunho’s not enough to pull him back at the moment. “You fucking-”
“Stop it, Yoochun!” Junsu’s voice is what breaks Yoochun out of his reverie, and he pauses with a raised fist in the air. Junsu marches up to him, Changmin and Yunho slowly backs away, and he tugs at Yoochun’s shoulder - snaps Yoochun’s head to the side with a slap. Yoochun’s eyes extends to the size of saucers. “I can take care of myself, I am not a girl!” Yoochun stares. “I hate you!” is what Junsu says last before he storms off. Yoochun gawks.
“Uh, I’m going to go comfort Junsu-hyung,” Changmin says after a few moments of silence, and heads to the direction where Junsu took off.
Yoochun agonizingly absorbed what Jaejoong had managed to say, despite the many bruises that formed on his face as he made his withdrawal, with Yunho sauntering next to him -
“Hah, Yoochun finally got dumped for the first time~ and by the School Vice President, no less.”
-
Junsu thoroughly ignored and avoided Yoochun for the next few days, just like how Yoochun had expected it.
Junsu avoided Yoochun by taking different routes in the hallways, eating lunches on the rooftop instead (was accompanied by Changmin), and completely ignored him during English and Biology - where Yoochun thought it would’ve been a good chance for them to talk since they sat so close. Yoochun took notice of how Junsu has been getting along with Changmin now, and it vexed him to no end. The unseen smiles and laughs that Junsu only showed Changmin, along with the unseen expressions nearly drove Yoochun to the edge. He wanted to kill Changmin, so bad.
Jealous? No, Yoochun thought, he was definitely not jealous (…right?). He was just a teen that was overly possessive of his belongings, and Junsu just happened to be one of them. And no one (not even Changmin) is allowed to take what’s rightfully his.
So Yoochun decided to go to his best friend and soul mate, Jaejoong, to help him get Junsu back -
“You got guts, bitch,” Jaejoong says over a hot cup of sweet latte. “Calling me out after you’ve ruined my perfect face,” he scoffs. “You definitely got guts.”
Yoochun toys with the handle of his cup, his eyes focused on the precocious boy ahead of him. “Just be grateful that I’m the one who’s paying.” They’re at a small café called Panera in the middle of town - Jaejoong’s favorite place to be.
“And you should be grateful that I actually came out here, jerk.” Yoochun never understood Jaejoong’s way of logic, and he never will.
Yoochun sighs. “Look, I need advice.” Junsu, Jaejoong questions and Yoochun can only bob his head in astonishment - Jaejoong shrugs and says it’s only obvious. “Right. I’m beginning to have… mixed feelings,” Yoochun breathes in deeply. “He told me he hates me and now, I feel sort of empty.”
Jaejoong nods, knowing. “I remember, you seemed really surprised about it.”
“Yeah,” Yoochun concurs, eyes distant. “And whenever I see Junsu with Changmin, my mind is kind of blank -” Yoochun rethinks, and creases become apparent on his forehead - “no, I want to kill him.”
“Kill who? Junsu?” Jaejoong says, though he already knows what Yoochun’s talking about.
Yoochun shakes his head. “No, definitely not Junsu. I-”
“Do you love him?”
Yoochun blinks. “Wha-? No, I just think he’s an interesting guy. Clumsy, and he sucks at just about everything. A total social reject.”
“Then why would you bother hanging out with a guy like him?” Jaejoong says. “I thought you despised guys like him.”
“I know, but he’s just… different, I guess,” Yoochun ruffles his hair, annoyed. “It’s all very confusing.”
Jaejoong smiles and holds Yoochun’s hand in his. Yoochun reminded him so much of the time when he was in denial with his feelings for Yunho. He absolutely did not want his best friend to miss out on something so great - being in love and being loved back was the greatest thing he has ever come to experience. Yoochun was just too dense to notice that. “Well, it’s clear that you do like the kid, and liking someone is the first step in love,” he states, lips still stretched out into a smile. “You do remember how Yunho and I was like, right?”
Yoochun cringes at the memory. “Ugh, don’t remind me. But what does that have to do with what I’m going through now?”
Jaejoong lets go of Yoochun’s hand to drink the last bit of his latte, and merrily puts down the empty cup. “There’s only one real chance in finding true love, Yoochun-ah,” he says, and aims for the door. “I suggest you should use that chance wisely, talk to Junsu about it.”
-
The next day, Yoochun had cornered Junsu into the bathroom once school ended and practically dragged him back to his apartment. After listening to Junsu’s troublesome complaints, he roughly shoved Junsu onto his couch. Yoochun pounced and Junsu yelped.
“Y-Yoochun-ah?!”
“Shh,” Yoochun hushes him through a kiss, and presses on the urge to engulf those lips with his again. “We need to talk.”
Junsu tries to back away from their closeness, secretly liking the heat that Yoochun emits. “Yoochun-ah, this is wrong. Changmin told me it’s wrong to do stuff like this,” he says, a small quiver within his tone.
Yoochun begins to rage. “And you would believe him, just like that?!” he hollers, and moves his arm past Junsu’s strikes effortlessly (Junsu’s weak like that) and pulls Junsu flush against him, his back on an arm rest. He separates his legs to have Junsu fully inclined to him and thinks he missed this, even though it’s only been a little over a week.
Junsu attempts to struggle, but fails, loses energy, and just slumps into Yoochun’s embrace. He hates how he always gives into Yoochun so easily, how Yoochun always handles him with care - as if he’s a fragile piece of broken glass, and especially; how he didn’t feel anything when Changmin touched him the same way Yoochun did. He was told many times that this was - wrong, wrong, freaking wrong. Doing things like this only makes him a fag, and the society looks down on those kinds of creatures. All he wanted was to change and to be able to live a normal life, and he trusted Yoochun to help him get something as simple as that, but things only got worse. Yoochun was merely a bad influence.
Yoochun’s taken aback by the wet drops that falls onto his shirt. “Junsu?” He hears a sniffle, and anxiety consumes. He softly runs a hand up and down Junsu’s back and cups Junsu’s chin in his fingers simultaneously to lift the other’s gaze, eyes widens at the sight of tears.
Junsu uses this moment to pull out of Yoochun’s hold. “I-I’m going home,” he says, and runs for the exit.
“Wait!” it takes a second for Yoochun to collect himself and for his fingers to twist over Junsu’s arm, he lightly pins Junsu against the door. “Wait,” the doe-like eyes that stares back at him is so full of sweet and pure innocence - it compels all of the words to slip out of his head, and he fists the space next to Junsu in frustration. “Shit, I don’t know what to say.”
Junsu gazes at the floor. “Let’s stop being friends.” Yoochun looks like he’s ready to object, so Junsu raises up a hand. “Gays like you make me sick. I don’t want to hang out with you anymore.”
And never in Yoochun’s life did he ever thought he would be called gay. Yoochun wasn’t surprised when he didn’t feel any anger, though - Junsu has changed him in so many ways he couldn’t explain. But it was strange how Yoochun was the one who looked at the other with sympathy, not vice versa. “Junsu -”
Junsu suddenly clings onto Yoochun, clenches at the fabric, and tears flow down his cheeks endlessly. “Why do I only feel good when you’re the one to kiss and touch me? Why?!” he cries, and Yoochun can only be taken by surprise. “Isn’t it wrong for guys to do disgusting things like that to each other?! So why?! Why?!” Junsu cries and punches at Yoochun’s chest in for good measure, cries harder because Yoochun’s not the one in pain. Yoochun delicately clutches at his arms and it’s painful, he thinks, unbearably painful to his heart.
Moments pass while Junsu’s sobs turns into sniffles, and Yoochun considers it’s safe to wrap his arms around Junsu for a small hug. “I only wanted to be normal,” Junsu whispers, and trembles. “I only wanted to be normal…”
“Junsu -”
“Changmin touched me today,” Junsu says throatily, Yoochun stiffens, and he’s scared. “But I didn’t feel anything when he did.”
Yoochun forces himself to relax, and notes to beat the crap out of Changmin later. “Junsu,” he must’ve sounded angry, because Junsu winced at his tone. He moves his palm on Junsu’s back around in circles to reassure him. “Do you hate me?”
Junsu pauses for a moment before he whispers, “No, not at all.”
Yoochun is relieved. “Jaejoong told me that I’m in love.”
Junsu finally looks up to meet Yoochun’s brown eyes. “In love?” he asks. “With whom?”
“Well, no, uh,” Yoochun stumbles upon his words for the first time - he has experienced a lot of first times ever since he met Junsu, he remarks. “He did say something about love. I talked to him about how I wanted to kill Changmin everytime I saw the two of you together and he said something about me taking the first step in love.” Junsu adorably tilts his head in puzzlement, and Yoochun’s amazed that he’s currently not squeezing the living daylights out of the innocent boy in front of him. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m in love with you.”
Junsu pulls away in shock, his back now utterly to the door. “Are you serious?” Yoochun nods. “With me?” Yoochun nods again. “W-why? How can you fall in love with a stupid, useless person like me?” Junsu says. “I-I don’t get it.”
Yoochun leaves Junsu’s questions unanswered, and bends over, foreheads making contact. “Let me kiss you,” he breathes.
“No - mph!” But Yoochun kisses him anyway. Yoochun plunges in and tongues intertwine almost immediately along with their sighs and moans - an arm wraps around Junsu’s waist to tug them together, and fingers gets tangled amongst the auburn locks of Junsu’s hair. Yoochun dives in deeper for the taste that only Junsu has. Junsu successfully breaks the kiss from the lack of air.
Yoochun looks at Junsu, concern plain on his features. “Did you not like it? Did it feel disgusting?”
Junsu adverts his eyes away. “No, it didn’t,” he says furiously. “That’s why I didn’t want you to! I always end up liking it and it makes me feel like I’m some sort of a pervert!”
“So does that mean you love me, too?”
Junsu’s eyes reverts back to meet Yoochun’s stare, red and dry from his previous tears. “What?”
“You must like me, at least. You don’t feel gross whenever I touch and kiss you - you actually like it whenever I do, right? And you said you didn’t feel anything when Changmin touched you, so it’s most likely that you do have feelings for me as well.”
“No, that can’t be,” Junsu denies, slightly dazed from the kiss. “It just can’t be.”
Yoochun narrows his eyes, captivated by Junsu’s swollen lips. “Why not?” Yoochun mutters. “Don’t you think you would feel better if you come to love me as well? I’ve never felt this great in my life.”
“But -”
Yoochun draws Junsu into another tight embrace, and nestles his chin over Junsu’s right shoulder. “I’m going to make you mine no matter what,” he declares, and nuzzles his nose into the hook of Junsu’s neck - breathes in his all-time favorite scent. “I love you, Junsu.”
A worried sigh slips out of Junsu’s mouth as he closes his eyes warily, surrendering to let Yoochun have him, yet again.
Yoochun, he determined, was the ultimate obstacle that he had to overcome in order for him to live a normal life alongside with his peers. And he was pretty sure that this obstacle was something he will never be able to beat.
Part 2