Stop Telling Me Lies 14

[dinotabbi]

Title: Stop Telling Me Lies 14/?
Genre: Friendship, Romance (eventually)
Rating: R (language and stuff)
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung, Junsu/Junho, Junsu/Taecyeon
Summary: Victoria is starting to get suspicious of Nichkhun's relationship with his friend Wooyoung. She confronts him but he says Wooyoung is only a friend. She drives him nuts with questions but it only makes him think of Wooyoung more. He knows Wooyoung is only a friend. He's pretty sure Wooyoung only thinks the same about him.
Author's Notes: ;~;
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM or ... anything

Nichkhun sighed as he glanced at his phone. Junsu hadn't called him in a week and he was starting to worry. Was everyone alright?

Junsu sat in his bathroom, nursing the wound on his lip. Taecyeon had bit him pretty hard and he knew it was going to leave a scar. He hissed, cringing at the pain as he dabbed the open cut with treatment. He lifted his shirt, frowning at the bruise that was finally starting to fade. He had received that the first day the tall boy had cornered him. It was now going on week two and his punishment for not talking was getting worse.

He was seeing more and more of Junho, although he had told the younger boy to stay away. Junho didn't know of the situation and he didn't need to, it would only cause more chaos for Junsu. He wasn't worried about himself but the thoughts of his love in danger grabbed at his heart and squeezed. There was no way he was going to let that happen.

Taecyeon's attacks were coming three times a week and Junsu was lucky to escape a couple times but it didn't stop the younger boy from trying to find him throughout the day. His home was safe enough because Taecyeon didn't try to break down his door and he wasn't ever waiting for him when he stepped outside of his apartment. No, he lurked in the shadows when Junsu would walk out into the street, not that he didn't feel paranoid then. He was always on his guard but the tall boy always seemed to catch him anyways.

Junsu attended to his eyebrow next. It would've needed stitches if Taecyeon had hit him just a bit harder but the younger boy knew once he dug that deep, Junsu would have to go to the hospital and then they'd be asking questions. It was something both of them did not want to go into so Taecyeon kept his control and Junsu kept his mouth shut.

He winced and went silent when Junho had asked him who have given him the lovely bruise on his eye the week before. The younger boy was full of concern as he pressed the ice pack gently to Junsu's eye. The older boy kept his mouth shut then too though it was hard when Junho was staring at him, on the verge of tears. He had to bite his lip and excuse himself before he spilled everything to the young boy. He didn't even bother showing him the ugly bruise that he gained from a kick to the stomach. It would only push Junho further into questions.

Junsu buried his head in his arms, closing his eyes as he sat on the bathroom floor. He really didn't know where Nichkhun or Wooyoung were. He didn't care either. He hoped that boy Chansung was not dealing with the same pain that he was. Junsu had heard that Wooyoung had picked Chansung up once when they had all been drunk but would he really beat the tall boy?

He didn't have the nerve to pick up the phone. Nichkhun would hear the wear in Junsu's voice, the wheezing from harsh breathing his bruise was giving him. He'd hear him wince from the pain in his lip when the older boy would stretch it to talk. It would make Nichkhun start asking questions too. Junsu wasn't sure how concerned the blonde boy would be, but he was positive he wouldn't stand for it. Then again, who would?

Some complete stranger protecting their lives, why? Why was he doing it? Was he turning into the Grinch? The horrible creature who soon developed a heart when he was shown compassion. Junsu bit his hurt lip, holding back tears that stung his eyes. He didn't realize that changing his life would mean he'd have to pay in the most hurtful way. Junho was slowly slipping because he had to lie and his friends were hiding away like criminals. The only person he saw day to day was beating the shit out of him.

Junsu choked on his tears, aggravating his bruise. “Fuck... It hurts...” He cried, covering his eyes.

~

“Where are you going Junho?” Victoria asked from her spot on the couch.

“Coffee shop. I haven't had one in a while.” He replied, doing up the zipper on his jacket.

“Ah, okay. Don't be back too late.”

“Okay, see you later.” Junho said before he was out the door.

Victoria picked up her phone, hitting a few buttons and pushing send.

Junho is leaving. Follow him.

Taecyeon replied before pushing away from the wall outside their house. Victoria had text him earlier saying that Junho was probably going to head out soon so he should be outside their house. He wasn't impressed with the way the woman was ordering him around but she always rewarded him with a shiny penny whenever he obeyed her. It wasn't like Taecyeon was poor or anything, but the job was too easy to pass up.

He spotted Junho as he stepped out of the gate. He kept his strides slow, checking his phone occasionally to make himself look distracted, waving the phone around. When Junho would stop, he'd keep walking with his eyes pointed towards the sidewalk.

Junho knew he was being followed. He could feel cold eyes boring down on his back. He wasn't sure why anyone would be following him, of all people. He wasn't a bad person, nor was he in debt. As far as he knew, he didn't have enemies either.

Unless it was because of Victoria. She seemed to have a rough past, what with Nichkhun leaving her for another guy and all. Junho did feel bad for her, he felt even worse because of his feelings toward Junsu. He was so ready to shout his feelings until that tall boy appeared and spilled Junsu's deepest, darkest secret. Junho had suspicions but he didn't really think it was that bad. It was worse than his mind could ever imagine.

Junsu had given him the impression that he was a bit of a jerk but he also saw the way the older boy would become nervous or shy when he spoke. Junho never imagined Junsu to have this life of...

Junho stopped walking as he felt vile build up in his throat. He exhaled after he swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment before lifting his head. He narrowed his eyes at a tall boy that passed him on the sidewalk, his jacket looking a bit familiar. Junho shook his head, pulling his phone from his pocket. Still no messages.

He had shown up as Junsu's door the first time by accident, his feet taking there on their own before Junho snapped out of his daze. He would've ran away if the older boy hadn't answered the door with a bruised face. Now knowing the older boy's lifestyle, Junho couldn't help but invite himself inside and fix up the battered boy.

Junsu kept silent about how he had gotten the horrible mark and it worried Junho. This was obviously not from tripping or accidentally hitting something, this bruise was intentional. The older boy had been quiet Junho's whole visit, which was sort of like Junsu but he didn't even make glances at him. Junho would blush from the looks the older boy would give him because he knew Junsu was actually thinking about doing naughty things to him.

Junho started to walk again, stuffing his phone into his pocket. He sped passed the tall boy on the sidewalk, ignoring him as his worry for Junsu started to grow. He felt the presence behind him again so instead of taking the direct route to Junsu's apartment, Junho walked through different alleyways, crossing busy street corners and squeezing himself between crowds of people.

“Fuck!” Taecyeon shouted, losing Junho in the streets.

Junsu grunted as he stood up, leaning against the wall as he got to his front door. He opened the door, immediately regretting that he always neglected the peephole. Junho stood in front of him panting and holding a hand to his chest.

“Why are you breathing so hard?” The older boy asked, raising a brow.

“I... I was being followed.”

Junsu's eyes widened as he reached out, pulling Junho into his apartment roughly. He ignored the pain nagging his stomach as he used his muscles. “What do you mean you were being followed?!” He threw Junho to the wall. “Did you see who it was?!”

The small boy tensed. “N-no I didn't... Is something wrong?”

“You were being followed and you ask me if somethings wrong.”

“O-oh... Wait, I think he was tall... There was a tall guy who always seemed to be around.”

“Fuck, Taecyeon knows you're here.”

As if summoned, someone knocked on the front door. Junsu jumped, decided to use the eye hole this time.

“Shit!” He hissed, grabbing Junho and pulling him into his bedroom. He shoved the small boy into his closet. “Stay here and don't come out. No matter what.”

“B-but..”

“No. Matter. What. Got it?!”

As soon as Junho nodded, Junsu left the room. He got to the front door, opening it with an angry look on his face.

“Took you long enough.” Taecyeon said, pushing passed the smaller boy and stepping inside.

“Forgive me for being slow... I have a bruised stomach. I'm surprised you even knocked instead of forcing your way in.” Junsu said, turning his back; a thoughtless mistake.

Taecyeon shoved him into the wall, pressing him tight against it. “Your eyes look red. Have you been crying?”

Junsu slapped the tall boy's hand away. “Don't touch me.” He hissed.

“You should just let me get it over with.” The other boy said before glancing around the room.

“Looking for something?”

Taecyeon glared at him. “You know why I'm here.”

“I don't know where they are. I thought you'd fucking get that by now.”

The tall boy laughed. “You know that's not it. Where are you hiding him?”

“Who?” Junsu choked out as Taecyeon's hand slid around his neck.

“That midget that's dating Victoria.”

The smaller boy glared. “Why would he be here?” He wheezed. “That would be stupid, don't you think?”

“I know he's here... I followed him.”

“Did you? Or did you just assume he'd be here? Does she have you following her boyfriend around too now? You're turning into her pet. Are you fucking her too?”

Taecyeon pressed his fingers tighter into the older boy's neck. “Why, are you jealous?”

“Never.” Junsu choked.

“Maybe that's because you've forgotten what it feels like. Let me remind you.”

Taecyeon pulled the small boy away from the wall, dragging him into the bedroom and throwing him to the bed. He climbed on top of Junsu, straddling him against the bed and ripping his shirt.

“Get off me!” Junsu shouted, trying to push the taller boy away.

“You need a friendly reminder Junsu, you should feel lucky that I'm going to give it to you.”

“Fuck you!”

“That's not how we do it.” Taecyeon said before lifting the destroyed shirt over the older boy's head. “God, what a beautiful bruise. I do leave masterpieces all over you, don't I?”

“I'm going to kill you.” Junsu hissed.

“We'll see about that.” The tall boy smirked, tugging roughly at Junsu's belt.

The older boy struggled, trying to pull Taecyeon's hands away but the tall boy was quick, swiftly landing a punch to his face. Junsu fell back against the bed and let out a soft whine.

“I didn't know you liked it this rough... Honestly Junsu, this isn't healthy.”

“U-up yours asshole...” Junsu felt blood pooling in his mouth. He cringed as he let it drain from his mouth and onto his white satin sheets.

Taecyeon laughed as he watched. “Isn't white a pure colour? Why would someone like you have white sheets? Or is it so that you can taint them and leave traces?”

The small boy choked as he was lifted to look into Taecyeon's eyes.

“Aw, you're drooling a bit.” The younger boy said, wiping Junsu's lip. “Drooling blood... That won't come out of the sheets. Let's stain them more.”

Junsu fought weakly against Taecyeon as the taller boy ripped his pants away from his body.

“All these marks, they're so lovely.” He said as he kissed Junsu's thigh. “The ones here are the most beautiful.”

“Leave...” The small boy panted. “I don't know anything...”

“Oh, I don't care for that right now... You've made me angry Junsu...” Taecyeon rolled Junsu onto his stomach and the older boy moved limply.

Junsu groaned as his lip dragged against the dry sheets and they tugged on his wounded skin. He felt Taecyeon press against his ass and he shuttered. “D-don't... Please...” He whined.

“What was that?” The tall boy asked, leaning over Junsu with his hand over his ear. “What did you say?”

“P-please...”

“Are you begging me Junsu? Kim Junsu is begging me to stop... Ha! I should have recorded that! This is a fine moment indeed. I think I'll make you beg more.”

“N-no stop...”

Taecyeon stripped away the older boy's briefs, shoving his hips into Junsu's and making him cry out. “I wouldn't normally fuck you dry because it hurts me too but... You're asking for it.”

The smaller boy gripped the sheets as Taecyeon started to move. He choked over a whine and tears fell from his eyes.

“Shit, you're a lot tighter like this.” Taecyeon grunted, pulling his hips back.

Soon, Junsu's voice was muted as his throat grew raw and no longer produced any sound. He could feel blood drip down his thigh and the sheets under his knees were soaked with red.

“Ah Junsu!” Taecyeon moaned, thrusting his hips forward for the last time.

The older boy gripped the sheets, feeling the warm liquid fill his ass and adding more sting. Taecyeon pulled out, stepping off the bed and onto the floor. “Damn...” He panted. “That's quite a mess you've got there Junsu.” He pulled up his pants, zipping them up and doing his belt back up. “I'll let myself out and oh... I'll see you tomorrow.”

Junsu heard the click of the door before he slid his body against the bed. He cringed from the pain as his tear stained cheeks pressed against the sheets. He laid there panting softly and lightly gripping the blanket.

He was used to this, he said in his mind. He was used to this. He felt a warm tear roll down his cheek. He was used to this. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to block out the pain from all over his body. He was forced to open his eyes when the bed dipped. They grew as wide as full moons as he stared at Junho. The small boy was as pale as a ghost as he reached a shaky hand out, too scared to touch Junsu.

“J-Junho...” The older boy breathed out.

The small boy suddenly disappeared, dashing out of the room.

“Junho!” Junsu called out, pushing off the bed despite his pain. “Junho!” He choked out over his tears.

Junho was in front of him again, pushing him gently back onto the bed with the first aid kit in his hand. Junsu ignored the pain in his ass as he sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the younger boy. His tears dripped onto Junho's hand, causing him to stop pulling out the gauze.

He looked up at the older boy, his eyes not as intense as before. Junho stood, pulling Junsu into his arms and hugging him tightly. For the first time in a very long time, Junsu allowed himself to cry around another. He let his tears fall freely as he sobbed against the smaller boy.

~

“What's the matter?” Wooyoung asked Nichkhun, who was leaning against the rock wall that separated the beach from the road.

“Junsu hasn't called... It's been two and a half weeks.”

Wooyoung took up a position next to the dark haired boy. Nichkhun had taken Junsu's advice and dyed his hair back to a dark brown. “Maybe it's still too early to call.”

The older boy shook his head. “Two weeks are a long time. I'm worried.”

“Why don't you call him then?”

Nichkhun blinked, looking at the smaller boy. Wooyoung didn't appear to be as concerned as he was. “Aren't you worried about Chansung?”

“Chansung?”

“Yeah, that guy Taecyeon probably knows that Chansung is in this too.” The taller boy noticed the change in Wooyoung's eyes as he came to realization.

“Maybe we should call...” Wooyoung pushed away from the wall, slowly walking away.

“Yah... We should use a payphone.”

The smaller boy turned around, about to say something when the look in Nichkhun's eyes stopped him. He turned again, eying a small boy, probably his height, walking in their direction with a grocery bag in his hand.

“J-Junho..?”

The small boy looked up, stopping in his tracks. “Nichkhun? I didn't know you lived around here.”

Nichkhun swallowed. “W-what are you doing here? Are you here with Victoria?”

Junho tensed. “U-um no, I'm here with a friend.”

“Does she know?” The nervous swallow had Nichkhun figuring out that she didn't know. “Junho, who are you here with?”

“W-why?” Junho started to back away.

“Are you here with Junsu? Is Junsu here?!”

The younger boy took another step back, about to run.

“Wait! Is he alright?!”

Junho stopped, turning his head with wide eyes. “What do you mean by that?”

“H-he... Hasn't called like he said he would.” Nichkhun said, trying not to spill too many details.

“Follow me.” Junho said as he walked passed the older boy.

The small boy pressed a finger to his lips as they stepped into the small cabin by the water. Junho set down the bag as he walked into a room. Nichkhun could see through the door crack that Junsu was laying down. Junho fingered him in. The older boy stepped in cautiously, keeping his eye on Junsu like he was going to bolt if he seen Nichkhun.

“Junsu... Yah Junsu...”

The older boy groaned softly, rubbing his eye. “Mm Junho?”

Junho smiled, caressing the older boy's cheek. His eyes moved to the door and Junsu slowly rolled over. His eyes widened just as Nichkhun's did when they looked at each other.

“N-Nichkhun!”

“Jesus Christ Junsu! What the hell happened to you?!” Nichkhun knelt next to the bed, looking at Junsu. “That guy... Taecyeon... He got to you, didn't he?”

Junsu struggled with his words as he looked at the sheets.

“What's going on?” Junho asked, looking angrily at Nichkhun. “This is bigger than you're letting on, isn't it Junsu?”

The older boy closed his eyes. “I haven't told him.”

Nichkhun chuckled, not holding back. “How could you not? Why don't you tell me what happened first and I'll tell you everything.” He said, looking at Junho.

Junsu kept his grip on Junho's hand as everything was revealed. He was afraid that the younger boy would bolt but he stayed glued to the floor, leaning over the bed. Junho glanced at the older boy and when their eyes met, he lightly squeezed his hand back, tears in his eyes. “Why would you protect me like that?”

“I couldn't tell you something like that... I couldn't break your heart.”

Junho pressed his cheek to the older boy's hand. “I love you more than anything. If I knew Victoria was like this... I would've left...”

“But she's a raving bitch... She'd come after you like she is now after this idiot.”

Nichkhun raised a brow.

“Then we'd run away together.” Junho smiled.

“Isn't that what you're already doing?” Wooyoung asked, stepping into the room. He threw himself back against the wall when he saw Junsu. “Is Chansung like this too?!”

“What? I don't... Talk to Chansung.” Junsu said, raising a brow at the small boy.

“Wooyoung...” Nichkhun rose from the floor.

“We have to find Chansung!”

“Wait Wooyoung!” The older boy shouted, running after the small boy as he darted from the room. “Wooyoung don't leave!”

“Shit Wooyoung... Why did you run..?” Nichkhun panted, looking around the platform of the train station. It was a dumb move to take a train back to the city but he was positive the smaller boy had come that way.

He caught the top of the younger boy's head and bolted. “Wooyoung!” He remained a few feet away the whole time as he ran after Wooyoung through the busy streets.

Wooyoung finally stopped running as he stood in front of Chansung's house, panting and leaning against the wall to catch his breath. The lights on in the younger boy's place made him smile a bit in relief.

“Wooyoung...” Nichkhun panted, falling on his knees.

“He...” Wooyoung gasped, out of breath. “...He's home.”

“Yes he is and so are you. Welcome back.”

Nichkhun's eyes widened as Wooyoung was suddenly grabbed, a knife pressed to his neck.

“It's about time you queers came back. I was getting sick of waiting and not getting paid.”