My Devil's Ride (Chapter Four)
Title: My Devil's Ride
Pairing: Yoosu, Jaesu, Yunjae, Minsu
Rating: PG - R
Genre: Romance, angst, fantasy
Length: Chaptered
Summary: Kim Junsu meets the devil of the town. Well ... literally.
my devil’s ride
ft. Yoosu pairing; Kim Junsu, Park Yoochun
and Kim Jaejoong, Jung Yunho, Shim Changmin.
IV.
The awkward silence envelops them and Yoochun sees several emotions flitting across the mortal’s face. Evidently, Junsu is going through an intense internal battle within his mind.
There’s something I have to ask you … Junsu opens his mouth finally.
Ask away. We’re going to be very close soon … You’ll need to know everything about me. Yoochun replies smoothly.
Junsu tries not to barf. Have we met?
In your dreams.
I’m serious, Junsu deadpans.
So am I. I’ve been sending you dreams. Lovely, weren’t they? Yoochun takes a sip from his glass. He has no idea, Yoochun thinks; he has no memory of anything now.
You! So it was you indeed! You tortured me! Every single time, I woke up wondering who the hell you were. Junsu yelps.
Well, my Su, now you know. Aren’t you happy? His hand moves to cup Junsu’s cheek, and he relishes the feeling of softness and warmth of natural mortal skin. The latter does not move away, but twitches slightly.
Yoochun has missed him, very, very much.
Su? Junsu has a questioning look.
Yes, my Su. You are my Su, from now on. Yoochun smiles. The wait was over. Junsu was right beside him now. All he had to do was to unlock the old Junsu.
Do you do this to everybody before they die? Yoochun sees the poorly-masked hope in Junsu’s eyes and feels pleased.
No. And … I am not going to kill you, my Su. You are mine.
He enjoys the red blush that creeps up the mortal’s cheeks.
***
Junsu slaps himself mentally once the devil moved out of the room they were in. How could I succumb to another’s touches so easily, Junsu chides himself. When Yoochun whispered mushy words or made skin contact with him, he would feel his heart rate racing and his face burning.
He glances around the room. At least this room was free of all signs of blood. Then he remembers seeing the corpses downstairs and immediately feels sick to the gut. How can I possibly feel any liking for a devil who has killed so many civilians? What is wrong with me?!
However, unconsciously, he raises a hand to touch his own cheek. The familiar warmth seeping through his veins … the strong sense of déjà vu overcomes him. A vague image stirs in his memory … a face … tears … a hand … just come out already, damnit! Junsu screws up his eyes and tries to urge that irritating piece of knowledge to resurface, but the more he tries the harder the throbbing gets in his temples.
Junsu buries his head in his knees, his knuckles already turning white from clutching his head. It feels like it is going to explode anytime soon and his bottom lip is bloody from having bitten down on it so hard, trying to control his sounds of agony.
Yoochun reenters the room, his smiling face turning to extreme agitation instantly. He drops the heavy book he has in his hands and rushes to Junsu’s side. Taking in Junsu’s condition, he closes his eyes and lifts a hand over the latter’s forehead, easing a little power to enter the other man.
Junsu’s writhing gradually slows to a stop and he relaxes comfortably in Yoochun’s embrace.
***
The parchedness in his throat was what woke Jaejoong.
Clambering out of bed clumsily, he stood albeit unsteadily on shaky feet and made his way to the kitchen, hoping to find something to drink. Instead, he finds something better.
Lying on the couch, his mouth ajar, and his limbs lax - Jung Yunho.
Jaejoong walks up to him quietly. It has been a long time since he had seen Yunho - he realises how much he had missed him. Gently, he lays a hand on Yunho’s cheek, chuckling quietly as he feels the short stubble growing on the man’s face. It feels so familiar, so reassuring, so peaceful - it feels like nothing had changed and he is still living happily with the man he loved -
A hand grasps his and Jaejoong jumps in surprise. Yunnie?
Yunho sits up slowly and pulls Jaejoong into his arms. How are you feeling, Jae? He smoothes down a few strand of Jaejoong’s hair, inhaling his favourite scent of Jaejoong’s shampoo. Jaejoong lies quietly in Yunho’s embrace, leaning an ear upon the muscular chest and listens to the other man’s heartbeat. Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub …
Yunho lets out a small laugh of relief. Jaejoong was set free. He was safe now. He was in his arms now. They were okay now.
He is alarmed as Jaejoong pushes him away abruptly, panic written over his beautiful features. Jae … what’s wrong? Yunho asks, standing up to follow the frantic figure that searches the house frenetically. Junsu, Junsu, Junsu didn’t come back with me? Jaejoong utters, not looking at him, his eyes wild with worry.
Yunho shakes his head bewilderedly. No … The carriage only sent you to my house. I brought you back home. Jaejoong freezes in his actions. Seeing the tears in his eyes, Yunho feels hurt as he realises he’s not the only one occupying Jaejoong’s heart.
***
Junsu wakes up to an empty room and the residue of Yoochun’s warmth surrounding him. Yoochun’s bed. The corners of his mouth rise slightly. The door opens right on cue and reveals a smiling Yoochun carrying a pink dolphin mug. Here, Yoochun hands him the dolphin, drink some milk. It’ll soothe you.
Junsu stares at the mug. I didn’t know devils owned pink mugs.
Yoochun scratches his head embarrassedly. I suppose I’m the only one who does … Junsu looks at the immortal before him and feels perplexed. The shy, friendly Yoochun … he could not imagine him as a murderer. Or was it that he didn’t want to?
Yoochun senses his discomfort and quietly excuses himself out of the room.
Junsu dunked the cup of milk and lay back on his pillows. This was all too confusing for him. Yoochun seemed so familiar and close, though he ought to be feared. The milk must have been drugged, Junsu thinks, as his eyelids grow heavy and he departs into the land of dreams.
***
Blood.
The pungent smell tugs at Junsu’s nose like it always did. Curious, he gets out of bed and heads outside, stopping at the stair rail to look downstairs.
He is stunned as he sees Yoochun suspended in mid-air by two, large, black feathery wings, hauling a man up by his neck, the only connection between them being Yoochun’s teeth buried in his skin.
Junsu screams.
***
A/N: I think everyone's just about ready to kill me now. Anyway, happy birthday Chunnie! :D
Pairing: Yoosu, Jaesu, Yunjae, Minsu
Rating: PG - R
Genre: Romance, angst, fantasy
Length: Chaptered
Summary: Kim Junsu meets the devil of the town. Well ... literally.
my devil’s ride
ft. Yoosu pairing; Kim Junsu, Park Yoochun
and Kim Jaejoong, Jung Yunho, Shim Changmin.
IV.
The awkward silence envelops them and Yoochun sees several emotions flitting across the mortal’s face. Evidently, Junsu is going through an intense internal battle within his mind.
There’s something I have to ask you … Junsu opens his mouth finally.
Ask away. We’re going to be very close soon … You’ll need to know everything about me. Yoochun replies smoothly.
Junsu tries not to barf. Have we met?
In your dreams.
I’m serious, Junsu deadpans.
So am I. I’ve been sending you dreams. Lovely, weren’t they? Yoochun takes a sip from his glass. He has no idea, Yoochun thinks; he has no memory of anything now.
You! So it was you indeed! You tortured me! Every single time, I woke up wondering who the hell you were. Junsu yelps.
Well, my Su, now you know. Aren’t you happy? His hand moves to cup Junsu’s cheek, and he relishes the feeling of softness and warmth of natural mortal skin. The latter does not move away, but twitches slightly.
Yoochun has missed him, very, very much.
Su? Junsu has a questioning look.
Yes, my Su. You are my Su, from now on. Yoochun smiles. The wait was over. Junsu was right beside him now. All he had to do was to unlock the old Junsu.
Do you do this to everybody before they die? Yoochun sees the poorly-masked hope in Junsu’s eyes and feels pleased.
No. And … I am not going to kill you, my Su. You are mine.
He enjoys the red blush that creeps up the mortal’s cheeks.
***
Junsu slaps himself mentally once the devil moved out of the room they were in. How could I succumb to another’s touches so easily, Junsu chides himself. When Yoochun whispered mushy words or made skin contact with him, he would feel his heart rate racing and his face burning.
He glances around the room. At least this room was free of all signs of blood. Then he remembers seeing the corpses downstairs and immediately feels sick to the gut. How can I possibly feel any liking for a devil who has killed so many civilians? What is wrong with me?!
However, unconsciously, he raises a hand to touch his own cheek. The familiar warmth seeping through his veins … the strong sense of déjà vu overcomes him. A vague image stirs in his memory … a face … tears … a hand … just come out already, damnit! Junsu screws up his eyes and tries to urge that irritating piece of knowledge to resurface, but the more he tries the harder the throbbing gets in his temples.
Junsu buries his head in his knees, his knuckles already turning white from clutching his head. It feels like it is going to explode anytime soon and his bottom lip is bloody from having bitten down on it so hard, trying to control his sounds of agony.
Yoochun reenters the room, his smiling face turning to extreme agitation instantly. He drops the heavy book he has in his hands and rushes to Junsu’s side. Taking in Junsu’s condition, he closes his eyes and lifts a hand over the latter’s forehead, easing a little power to enter the other man.
Junsu’s writhing gradually slows to a stop and he relaxes comfortably in Yoochun’s embrace.
***
The parchedness in his throat was what woke Jaejoong.
Clambering out of bed clumsily, he stood albeit unsteadily on shaky feet and made his way to the kitchen, hoping to find something to drink. Instead, he finds something better.
Lying on the couch, his mouth ajar, and his limbs lax - Jung Yunho.
Jaejoong walks up to him quietly. It has been a long time since he had seen Yunho - he realises how much he had missed him. Gently, he lays a hand on Yunho’s cheek, chuckling quietly as he feels the short stubble growing on the man’s face. It feels so familiar, so reassuring, so peaceful - it feels like nothing had changed and he is still living happily with the man he loved -
A hand grasps his and Jaejoong jumps in surprise. Yunnie?
Yunho sits up slowly and pulls Jaejoong into his arms. How are you feeling, Jae? He smoothes down a few strand of Jaejoong’s hair, inhaling his favourite scent of Jaejoong’s shampoo. Jaejoong lies quietly in Yunho’s embrace, leaning an ear upon the muscular chest and listens to the other man’s heartbeat. Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub …
Yunho lets out a small laugh of relief. Jaejoong was set free. He was safe now. He was in his arms now. They were okay now.
He is alarmed as Jaejoong pushes him away abruptly, panic written over his beautiful features. Jae … what’s wrong? Yunho asks, standing up to follow the frantic figure that searches the house frenetically. Junsu, Junsu, Junsu didn’t come back with me? Jaejoong utters, not looking at him, his eyes wild with worry.
Yunho shakes his head bewilderedly. No … The carriage only sent you to my house. I brought you back home. Jaejoong freezes in his actions. Seeing the tears in his eyes, Yunho feels hurt as he realises he’s not the only one occupying Jaejoong’s heart.
***
Junsu wakes up to an empty room and the residue of Yoochun’s warmth surrounding him. Yoochun’s bed. The corners of his mouth rise slightly. The door opens right on cue and reveals a smiling Yoochun carrying a pink dolphin mug. Here, Yoochun hands him the dolphin, drink some milk. It’ll soothe you.
Junsu stares at the mug. I didn’t know devils owned pink mugs.
Yoochun scratches his head embarrassedly. I suppose I’m the only one who does … Junsu looks at the immortal before him and feels perplexed. The shy, friendly Yoochun … he could not imagine him as a murderer. Or was it that he didn’t want to?
Yoochun senses his discomfort and quietly excuses himself out of the room.
Junsu dunked the cup of milk and lay back on his pillows. This was all too confusing for him. Yoochun seemed so familiar and close, though he ought to be feared. The milk must have been drugged, Junsu thinks, as his eyelids grow heavy and he departs into the land of dreams.
***
Blood.
The pungent smell tugs at Junsu’s nose like it always did. Curious, he gets out of bed and heads outside, stopping at the stair rail to look downstairs.
He is stunned as he sees Yoochun suspended in mid-air by two, large, black feathery wings, hauling a man up by his neck, the only connection between them being Yoochun’s teeth buried in his skin.
Junsu screams.
***
A/N: I think everyone's just about ready to kill me now. Anyway, happy birthday Chunnie! :D