Only Human 5/33
Title: Only Human
Pairings: MinSu, YunChun, more later
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Changmin suspects the only place in the world where demons and humans live in peace is in danger, but apart from Heechul he is the only one. He is also the only demon to openly declare his love for a human slave.
Warnings: Supernatural, Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not even the power to make people orgasm just by running my fingertips over their skin for a few seconds. I do in my mind though.
For cerinityks ♥
Poster by markieyumeutau ♥
A/N: I haven't forgotten about Perception in case you were wondering. I just wrote half of the next part in my notebook and then lost it *facepalms and searches messy room*
Changmin didn’t realise he’d stood up and moved towards the window until Junsu suddenly stopped singing and turned around, waiting for him to say something.
Changmin didn’t want him to stop.
“I... you... you have a good voice.”
Junsu smiled at him and Changmin’s breath caught. Had he seen Junsu smile before? Definitely not like this. A beautiful, genuine smile. He wanted to see it again and again.
“Thank you.”
“What language was that?” It had sounded so familiar and yet so different.
“The old language. The oldest books telling us about our earliest history are written in it.”
Humans.. knew about their history? They studied books and kept the stories alive? he felt like Junsu changed how he saw them with everything he said.
But this was fascinating. What if known human history went further back than theirs? Could it be more detailed? It would at least be seen from a different perspective.
Changmin was immensely interested in the old world, the world before the chaos. Not just because he knew so little about it, but because from what he did know, he could tell that it had been a world like the one they lived in right here, right now.
And that world had fallen, just like he expected theirs was going to. If only he knew why. Maybe he could stop... No, he already knew why. The leaders of this time were being corrupted by luxury, enemies were probably gathering forces at the borders and there didn’t seem to be a single thing he could do about it.
Yet still, he kept hoping, hoping that there was something he didn’t know, some long lost piece of knowledge that would change everything. Something, he knew he’d always suspected but hadn’t wanted to admit, to do with the human race and it’s mysteries.
He sat down opposite of Junsu, who quickly pulled his knees up to make space for him. And he tried not to look too eager.
“What was that song about?”
Junsu turned his head and looked out the window again. It had started to snow outside.
It was rude for a slave to look away from their master when asked a question, but Changmin just wanted an answer.
“It’s about... the great heroes of the old world. The ones who protected us from the ones who turned against us.” Junsu looked back at him. “That’s all I know. My mother sang it sometimes. Please don’t ask me more. That... would be asking about my past.”
Changmin hated that Junsu chose to hide behind the rule this very moment. What heroes? Who turned against who? Junsu had to know more, he had to know-
When he looked at Junsu’s face he was shocked to see his emotionless mask crumble slightly. Junsu watched the white snowflakes fall down with definite traces of sadness in his eyes.
Changmin opened his mouth to ask what was wrong but then realised that Junsu probably missed his family, his home. He closed his mouth again.
Changmin had noticed that while Junsu didn’t call him ‘master’ anymore, he also avoided saying his name. They weren’t close, there was this... awkwardness between them and he wanted nothing more than to make it disappear.
He asked Junsu to make a fire and pushed the couch closer to it so he would still be warm at night when the flames would slowly die. Junsu looked grateful but it wasn’t enough to make him smile. Changmin wanted him to smile again.
After that he’d taken a deep breath and allowed the human to touch his books. Dust them off where necessary and organise them in a way he explained thoroughly.
For the first hour he stayed and watched, with as reason that he wanted to be sure that his collection was treated with the utmost care. But soon his eyes started to wander and moved over Junsu’s lithe body, lingering at the stripe of skin revealed on his back when he reached for higher books, and the curves that were accentuated when he bent over to pick up the lower ones.
Junsu seemed to enjoy this. More than a few times he looked at a title a bit longer than necessary or he carefully flipped through the pages while it seemed very unlikely that dust would gather there. Changmin didn’t say anything about it, he was pleasantly surprised by Junsu’s curiosity.
He almost felt guilty when he remembered asking Heechul if humans even knew how to read.
Heechul had replied that most of them did, but he didn’t want to explain how he knew that. Changmin would bet his entire library on the fact that Heechul didn’t allow any human to even stare at one of his books from a distance for too long.
Heechul’s book collection was the most valuable one, probably in the entire world. It contained all the books that had survived ages in the palace, and before that in the care of the few members of the royal family - or at that time the family the future king had yet to be born to - who recognised their value even in times of chaos and war where most saw surviving as the only thing that mattered.
Changmin's books were mostly copies of those, or some younger books. Occasionally someone brought Heechul a few books their family had saved and they didn't know what to do with. Sometimes Heechul let Changmin have them.
Changmin admired the writers who had written down their thoughts on what was happening around them in difficult times. The writers of today mainly produced pornographic material and silly stories that weren’t even good enough to be amusing, let alone thought-provoking.
Demons had become less and less productive in general. Human food and clothes and houses weren’t free like synthetic energy was, and they had to be made and built as well. But humans were free, so why not make them do the work?
Changmin suddenly realised that he already knew what slaves did all day.
He’d never had to worry about money himself. Although he’d left the palace a long time ago, the allowance his father used to give him was probably enough for the rest of his life, even now that he’d have to buy food for Junsu.
Yunho had enough money too, which his father had made by running a business in... something, Changmin didn’t even know what, clothes? He knew that several humans had worked there though, some to make money for their masters and some who didn’t have a master anymore.
He had never heard of a human writer. From what Junsu told him, apparently they existed, or at least had in the past. But slaves didn’t write, not on this side of the city, not that he’d heard of.
When it started to get dark, or as dark as it gets with moonlight reflecting on the white snow that now covered everything, Changmin realised that he hadn’t read one single word in the book in front of him yet, thinking about this world and what would become of it, and about Junsu.
He heard him move around in another room and stood up to go see his progress.
Junsu had done an amazing job. Changmin’s books were straight and in order and so clean it looked like he’d painted them over.
He was almost done with this room, the first of the three in Changmin’s house with bookshelves against the walls.
Changmin felt bad for letting him work for so long. Did he even take a break?
“You did an amazing job”, he said, still looking around. As soon as he noticed that Junsu was smiling again he focused on that, staring like he wanted to take in as much of Junsu’s smile as he could before it would disappear.
“Are you hungry?”
Junsu smiled again and this time Changmin wasn’t expecting it so his breath hitched.
“Are you going to ask me that a lot from now on, because of yesterday?”
Changmin was torn between being glad that Junsu was acting more and more relaxed around him and being embarrassed because he was so predictable.
“You.. you can just take something to eat whenever you want.”
“I’d like to eat something now.”
“I’ll eat with you.”
Junsu’s smile fell and his eyes turned wary. Changmin could see that he was getting his mask back in place, his emotionless ‘you’re a demon and I don’t worship you like other slaves do’ face that showed spirit and strength, which were qualities in Junsu that Changmin liked, but not if they were turned against him.
Maybe Junsu was thinking about Yunho and what he did to Yoochun.
Changmin hadn’t meant ‘eating’ in that way, but as he thought about this he felt Junsu’s energy stronger than ever, right in front of him, within his reach.
The hungry predator inside of him he thought he’d pushed away a long time ago roared.
But Junsu’s expression kept him frozen in his spot. He didn’t want this, but not just because he wanted to earn Junsu’s trust and ask him questions, he just couldn’t do it.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant..” Changmin sighed “I’ll show you.”
Junsu followed him, at a careful distance, to the cupboard in which he kept boxes filled with brown bottles. He took one out of the box that was already open and half empty. “This is my food.”
Junsu stared.
“It’s like human energy,” Changmin explained. “It’s not half as good actually, but it keeps me alive and without it I would have to feed off a human at least once every week, preferably every few days.”
Junsu’s eyes widened. “So you don’t actually have to feed off humans?”
Changmin understood his shock. Junsu didn’t seem like the kind of human to be okay with being enslaved for no reason.
“I do, to stay healthy, and because after a month of this stuff I get so fed up with it that my natural craving for pure human energy wins. Before you... before, Yunho occasionally let me take Yoochun’s.”
Junsu’s eyes narrowed and Changmin felt the need to add: “Just a quick feeding, nothing more.”
Junsu’s face relaxed again. “You’re different from the others, aren’t you?”
Changmin looked at the bottle in his hands. He had no idea if that meant ‘I like you’ or ‘you’re so weird’ so he shrugged and said: “I hear that a lot” with a short laugh.
What was this influence Junsu had on him? He was one of the strongest demons in this country, one of the smartest too. He’d defied the king and lived for decades almost completely ignoring what others said about him.
And this man, a mere human, caused his thoughts to turn into a mess and his voice to waver with every conversation they had.
He sat down in a chair and waited for junsu to finish preparing his food and sit on the floor by the small table, close to the fire.
Changmin opened the bottle and took a sip. Junsu glanced at him.
“What?” Changmin tried to make it sound nice and curious, not like a demand. He wanted Junsu to start talking to him.
“It’s like you live on beer.” It sounded like that was amusing.
“What’s beer?”
“... you don’t know?”
Changmin looked away. He hated not knowing things. But even though some of his books mentioned human food, there were no details, and he’d never heard about beer.
“It’s... a drink and...” Junsu stared at the food in his hands. “I don’t even remember what it tastes like... the biggest grain fields are close to the borders and they get set on fire a lot.”
Changmin immediately sat up straight. He didn’t know what grain was but he suspected it was a human crop. Fires along the borders were something he’d heard vague reports on but they seemed to be kept a secret most of the time. Did Junsu know more?
Right when he wanted to ask more questions Junsu sprang up. “I’m thirsty. Can I get some water from the well?”
“..sure.” He looked around and saw a bottle he’d emptied two days ago. “Take that.”
Junsu took the bottle and his coat. Changmin tried to remember if he’d read about grain fields before.
It took quite while for Junsu to come back.
Just when Changmin was starting to get worried - the well was right in front of the house - the door opened and Junsu stepped in, cheeks red and body shivering.
Changmin sprang up and took the bottle filled with ice cold water from his hands. He placed it by the fire before guiding Junsu there as well.
The blanket he’d slept under was neatly folded on the couch and Changmin wrapped it around him.
Junsu smiled at him, it was his beautiful smile but a bit different because of the blue tinge in his lips.
“There was a layer of ice and it took me a while to get through it. Your bucket is not heavy enough.”
Changmin hadn’t even thought about the weather outside. He closed his eyes for a moment, mentally chastising himself.
“I’ll buy you warmer clothes tomorrow.”
Junsu looked at him, and after a while said: “Thank you, Changmin.”
Changmin felt warm inside in a way he never had before.
The next day they walked to the city together. Junsu on the old boots he’d worn since the selection and that looked like they didn’t form a barrier between the snow and his feet at all.
Changmin was just thinking that they should buy warmer shoes first when he heard his name.
They turned around. Yunho was wearing black boots, black pants and a long leather and fur coat, his hands in the pockets to keep those warm too.
Yoochun was wearing thin shoes, ripped pants that were more ripped than not, and a sleeveless top. His skin was almost as white as the snow but his cheeks were red and his lips were turning blue.
“Yunho...”
Yunho smiled. “Don’t you love this weather? We should train again soon. I move faster when I’m trying to stay wa-”
“Yunho!”
“What?”
Changmin pointed at Yoochun. “Your human is freezing.”
Yunho smirked. “He’ll be fine. We’re just on a little walk and we’ll go home soon.”
“Why don’t you let him wear warmer clothes?” Over Yunho’s shoulder Changmin saw that Junsu had walked to Yoochun and was now holding his hands, sharing his body heat.
Their slaves were touching each other without permission. Changmin pretended not to see and decided to make sure Yunho wouldn’t either.
“When we get home I’ll warm him up with my body,” Yunho said. He sounded very excited. “Don’t you see how hot that’s going to be? Man, I wished I’d come up with this earlier. Imagine being sucked off by cold lips, how much longer you could last.”
“He is freezing.”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Fine, we’ll go home now.” He smirked again. “I can’t wait anyway.”
He turned around and Junsu was just quick enough to pull his hands back.
Yoochun gave him a grateful look before Yunho grabbed his arm and pulled him along in the direction of his house.
Changmin turned to Junsu. “Yunho is crazy.” Somehow he felt the need to let Junsu know that he wouldn’t take his friend’s side in situations like this.
Junsu shook his head. “Maybe a little bit, but he does care.”
Changmin blinked a few times.
“Yoochun would be afraid of him if he didn’t and I can see he likes him instead,” Junsu explained. “Not crazy or heartless, he just doesn’t really know the limits, yet.”
Changmin was still staring at him.
Junsu suddenly realised how freely he’d spoken and lowered his head. “I.. I’m usually good at... reading people.”
Chapter 6
Chapter 4
Chapter 3
Chapter 2
Chapter 1
Prologue
Pairings: MinSu, YunChun, more later
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Changmin suspects the only place in the world where demons and humans live in peace is in danger, but apart from Heechul he is the only one. He is also the only demon to openly declare his love for a human slave.
Warnings: Supernatural, Angst
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not even the power to make people orgasm just by running my fingertips over their skin for a few seconds. I do in my mind though.
For cerinityks ♥
Poster by markieyumeutau ♥
A/N: I haven't forgotten about Perception in case you were wondering. I just wrote half of the next part in my notebook and then lost it *facepalms and searches messy room*
Changmin didn’t realise he’d stood up and moved towards the window until Junsu suddenly stopped singing and turned around, waiting for him to say something.
Changmin didn’t want him to stop.
“I... you... you have a good voice.”
Junsu smiled at him and Changmin’s breath caught. Had he seen Junsu smile before? Definitely not like this. A beautiful, genuine smile. He wanted to see it again and again.
“Thank you.”
“What language was that?” It had sounded so familiar and yet so different.
“The old language. The oldest books telling us about our earliest history are written in it.”
Humans.. knew about their history? They studied books and kept the stories alive? he felt like Junsu changed how he saw them with everything he said.
But this was fascinating. What if known human history went further back than theirs? Could it be more detailed? It would at least be seen from a different perspective.
Changmin was immensely interested in the old world, the world before the chaos. Not just because he knew so little about it, but because from what he did know, he could tell that it had been a world like the one they lived in right here, right now.
And that world had fallen, just like he expected theirs was going to. If only he knew why. Maybe he could stop... No, he already knew why. The leaders of this time were being corrupted by luxury, enemies were probably gathering forces at the borders and there didn’t seem to be a single thing he could do about it.
Yet still, he kept hoping, hoping that there was something he didn’t know, some long lost piece of knowledge that would change everything. Something, he knew he’d always suspected but hadn’t wanted to admit, to do with the human race and it’s mysteries.
He sat down opposite of Junsu, who quickly pulled his knees up to make space for him. And he tried not to look too eager.
“What was that song about?”
Junsu turned his head and looked out the window again. It had started to snow outside.
It was rude for a slave to look away from their master when asked a question, but Changmin just wanted an answer.
“It’s about... the great heroes of the old world. The ones who protected us from the ones who turned against us.” Junsu looked back at him. “That’s all I know. My mother sang it sometimes. Please don’t ask me more. That... would be asking about my past.”
Changmin hated that Junsu chose to hide behind the rule this very moment. What heroes? Who turned against who? Junsu had to know more, he had to know-
When he looked at Junsu’s face he was shocked to see his emotionless mask crumble slightly. Junsu watched the white snowflakes fall down with definite traces of sadness in his eyes.
Changmin opened his mouth to ask what was wrong but then realised that Junsu probably missed his family, his home. He closed his mouth again.
Changmin had noticed that while Junsu didn’t call him ‘master’ anymore, he also avoided saying his name. They weren’t close, there was this... awkwardness between them and he wanted nothing more than to make it disappear.
He asked Junsu to make a fire and pushed the couch closer to it so he would still be warm at night when the flames would slowly die. Junsu looked grateful but it wasn’t enough to make him smile. Changmin wanted him to smile again.
After that he’d taken a deep breath and allowed the human to touch his books. Dust them off where necessary and organise them in a way he explained thoroughly.
For the first hour he stayed and watched, with as reason that he wanted to be sure that his collection was treated with the utmost care. But soon his eyes started to wander and moved over Junsu’s lithe body, lingering at the stripe of skin revealed on his back when he reached for higher books, and the curves that were accentuated when he bent over to pick up the lower ones.
Junsu seemed to enjoy this. More than a few times he looked at a title a bit longer than necessary or he carefully flipped through the pages while it seemed very unlikely that dust would gather there. Changmin didn’t say anything about it, he was pleasantly surprised by Junsu’s curiosity.
He almost felt guilty when he remembered asking Heechul if humans even knew how to read.
Heechul had replied that most of them did, but he didn’t want to explain how he knew that. Changmin would bet his entire library on the fact that Heechul didn’t allow any human to even stare at one of his books from a distance for too long.
Heechul’s book collection was the most valuable one, probably in the entire world. It contained all the books that had survived ages in the palace, and before that in the care of the few members of the royal family - or at that time the family the future king had yet to be born to - who recognised their value even in times of chaos and war where most saw surviving as the only thing that mattered.
Changmin's books were mostly copies of those, or some younger books. Occasionally someone brought Heechul a few books their family had saved and they didn't know what to do with. Sometimes Heechul let Changmin have them.
Changmin admired the writers who had written down their thoughts on what was happening around them in difficult times. The writers of today mainly produced pornographic material and silly stories that weren’t even good enough to be amusing, let alone thought-provoking.
Demons had become less and less productive in general. Human food and clothes and houses weren’t free like synthetic energy was, and they had to be made and built as well. But humans were free, so why not make them do the work?
Changmin suddenly realised that he already knew what slaves did all day.
He’d never had to worry about money himself. Although he’d left the palace a long time ago, the allowance his father used to give him was probably enough for the rest of his life, even now that he’d have to buy food for Junsu.
Yunho had enough money too, which his father had made by running a business in... something, Changmin didn’t even know what, clothes? He knew that several humans had worked there though, some to make money for their masters and some who didn’t have a master anymore.
He had never heard of a human writer. From what Junsu told him, apparently they existed, or at least had in the past. But slaves didn’t write, not on this side of the city, not that he’d heard of.
When it started to get dark, or as dark as it gets with moonlight reflecting on the white snow that now covered everything, Changmin realised that he hadn’t read one single word in the book in front of him yet, thinking about this world and what would become of it, and about Junsu.
He heard him move around in another room and stood up to go see his progress.
Junsu had done an amazing job. Changmin’s books were straight and in order and so clean it looked like he’d painted them over.
He was almost done with this room, the first of the three in Changmin’s house with bookshelves against the walls.
Changmin felt bad for letting him work for so long. Did he even take a break?
“You did an amazing job”, he said, still looking around. As soon as he noticed that Junsu was smiling again he focused on that, staring like he wanted to take in as much of Junsu’s smile as he could before it would disappear.
“Are you hungry?”
Junsu smiled again and this time Changmin wasn’t expecting it so his breath hitched.
“Are you going to ask me that a lot from now on, because of yesterday?”
Changmin was torn between being glad that Junsu was acting more and more relaxed around him and being embarrassed because he was so predictable.
“You.. you can just take something to eat whenever you want.”
“I’d like to eat something now.”
“I’ll eat with you.”
Junsu’s smile fell and his eyes turned wary. Changmin could see that he was getting his mask back in place, his emotionless ‘you’re a demon and I don’t worship you like other slaves do’ face that showed spirit and strength, which were qualities in Junsu that Changmin liked, but not if they were turned against him.
Maybe Junsu was thinking about Yunho and what he did to Yoochun.
Changmin hadn’t meant ‘eating’ in that way, but as he thought about this he felt Junsu’s energy stronger than ever, right in front of him, within his reach.
The hungry predator inside of him he thought he’d pushed away a long time ago roared.
But Junsu’s expression kept him frozen in his spot. He didn’t want this, but not just because he wanted to earn Junsu’s trust and ask him questions, he just couldn’t do it.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant..” Changmin sighed “I’ll show you.”
Junsu followed him, at a careful distance, to the cupboard in which he kept boxes filled with brown bottles. He took one out of the box that was already open and half empty. “This is my food.”
Junsu stared.
“It’s like human energy,” Changmin explained. “It’s not half as good actually, but it keeps me alive and without it I would have to feed off a human at least once every week, preferably every few days.”
Junsu’s eyes widened. “So you don’t actually have to feed off humans?”
Changmin understood his shock. Junsu didn’t seem like the kind of human to be okay with being enslaved for no reason.
“I do, to stay healthy, and because after a month of this stuff I get so fed up with it that my natural craving for pure human energy wins. Before you... before, Yunho occasionally let me take Yoochun’s.”
Junsu’s eyes narrowed and Changmin felt the need to add: “Just a quick feeding, nothing more.”
Junsu’s face relaxed again. “You’re different from the others, aren’t you?”
Changmin looked at the bottle in his hands. He had no idea if that meant ‘I like you’ or ‘you’re so weird’ so he shrugged and said: “I hear that a lot” with a short laugh.
What was this influence Junsu had on him? He was one of the strongest demons in this country, one of the smartest too. He’d defied the king and lived for decades almost completely ignoring what others said about him.
And this man, a mere human, caused his thoughts to turn into a mess and his voice to waver with every conversation they had.
He sat down in a chair and waited for junsu to finish preparing his food and sit on the floor by the small table, close to the fire.
Changmin opened the bottle and took a sip. Junsu glanced at him.
“What?” Changmin tried to make it sound nice and curious, not like a demand. He wanted Junsu to start talking to him.
“It’s like you live on beer.” It sounded like that was amusing.
“What’s beer?”
“... you don’t know?”
Changmin looked away. He hated not knowing things. But even though some of his books mentioned human food, there were no details, and he’d never heard about beer.
“It’s... a drink and...” Junsu stared at the food in his hands. “I don’t even remember what it tastes like... the biggest grain fields are close to the borders and they get set on fire a lot.”
Changmin immediately sat up straight. He didn’t know what grain was but he suspected it was a human crop. Fires along the borders were something he’d heard vague reports on but they seemed to be kept a secret most of the time. Did Junsu know more?
Right when he wanted to ask more questions Junsu sprang up. “I’m thirsty. Can I get some water from the well?”
“..sure.” He looked around and saw a bottle he’d emptied two days ago. “Take that.”
Junsu took the bottle and his coat. Changmin tried to remember if he’d read about grain fields before.
It took quite while for Junsu to come back.
Just when Changmin was starting to get worried - the well was right in front of the house - the door opened and Junsu stepped in, cheeks red and body shivering.
Changmin sprang up and took the bottle filled with ice cold water from his hands. He placed it by the fire before guiding Junsu there as well.
The blanket he’d slept under was neatly folded on the couch and Changmin wrapped it around him.
Junsu smiled at him, it was his beautiful smile but a bit different because of the blue tinge in his lips.
“There was a layer of ice and it took me a while to get through it. Your bucket is not heavy enough.”
Changmin hadn’t even thought about the weather outside. He closed his eyes for a moment, mentally chastising himself.
“I’ll buy you warmer clothes tomorrow.”
Junsu looked at him, and after a while said: “Thank you, Changmin.”
Changmin felt warm inside in a way he never had before.
The next day they walked to the city together. Junsu on the old boots he’d worn since the selection and that looked like they didn’t form a barrier between the snow and his feet at all.
Changmin was just thinking that they should buy warmer shoes first when he heard his name.
They turned around. Yunho was wearing black boots, black pants and a long leather and fur coat, his hands in the pockets to keep those warm too.
Yoochun was wearing thin shoes, ripped pants that were more ripped than not, and a sleeveless top. His skin was almost as white as the snow but his cheeks were red and his lips were turning blue.
“Yunho...”
Yunho smiled. “Don’t you love this weather? We should train again soon. I move faster when I’m trying to stay wa-”
“Yunho!”
“What?”
Changmin pointed at Yoochun. “Your human is freezing.”
Yunho smirked. “He’ll be fine. We’re just on a little walk and we’ll go home soon.”
“Why don’t you let him wear warmer clothes?” Over Yunho’s shoulder Changmin saw that Junsu had walked to Yoochun and was now holding his hands, sharing his body heat.
Their slaves were touching each other without permission. Changmin pretended not to see and decided to make sure Yunho wouldn’t either.
“When we get home I’ll warm him up with my body,” Yunho said. He sounded very excited. “Don’t you see how hot that’s going to be? Man, I wished I’d come up with this earlier. Imagine being sucked off by cold lips, how much longer you could last.”
“He is freezing.”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Fine, we’ll go home now.” He smirked again. “I can’t wait anyway.”
He turned around and Junsu was just quick enough to pull his hands back.
Yoochun gave him a grateful look before Yunho grabbed his arm and pulled him along in the direction of his house.
Changmin turned to Junsu. “Yunho is crazy.” Somehow he felt the need to let Junsu know that he wouldn’t take his friend’s side in situations like this.
Junsu shook his head. “Maybe a little bit, but he does care.”
Changmin blinked a few times.
“Yoochun would be afraid of him if he didn’t and I can see he likes him instead,” Junsu explained. “Not crazy or heartless, he just doesn’t really know the limits, yet.”
Changmin was still staring at him.
Junsu suddenly realised how freely he’d spoken and lowered his head. “I.. I’m usually good at... reading people.”
Chapter 6
Chapter 4
Chapter 3
Chapter 2
Chapter 1
Prologue