The Right Reasons 9/13
Title: The Right Reasons
Pairings: 2U, father!son HoSu, bff!JaeSu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yunho is a single father and happy with his stable life together with his four year old son.
Yoochun's life is a mess. But he is good with kids.
When Yunho found himself sitting on a couch with Yoochun leaning against him, he was surprised by how natural it felt, like they always sat like this.
At the playground he’d felt uncomfortable, with so many people who could recognise them and wonder what they were doing together. He had to get over that soon.
Maybe Yoochun had noticed though, because he’d closed his book and called Junsu, saying it was time for lunch.
On the way home, Junsu had very excitedly talked about a book Yoochun had bought him.
‘We passed a bookstore and I couldn’t resist. It would have been unfair to only buy a book for myself,’ Yoochun had said about that.
After lunch Yoochun had directed Yunho and his laptop to his small study, so he could still get some work done, while he led Junsu to the living room.
From there Yunho had wondered how it had come to be that Yoochun was suddenly practically running the household and why he didn’t mind at all.
Yoochun wasn’t exactly rude. He still shot Yunho uncertain looks at times, silently asking if this was okay.
It was almost okay.
Junsu was being looked after and entertained while he had time to work, that was perfect. Yunho could hear faint sounds of Yoochun reading to Junsu and probably teaching him things at the same time.
But if you thought about it, it was unfair that he had to spend time with a laptop while Junsu got to have Yoochun. He wanted Yoochun too. And Junsu had always been able to entertain himself.
“Yoochun?”
Yoochun looked up as Junsu kept looking at a picture on the page in front of him.
Yunho didn’t exactly have plan, a good reason he could give.
“Um, I want to talk to you about something.” Weak, but still effective.
Yoochun encouraged Junsu to go on by himself and followed Yunho to the room he used for work. There was a desk there that he only used to stack things on and a small couch.
“That.. sounds serious,” Yoochun said, carefully. “I’ll go home if you want. We can just-”
“No,” Yunho shook his head and sighed. He motioned to the couch. “Sit with me?” He belatedly realised that probably made it sound worse.
Yoochun sat down next to him. “I know you’re very protective of your life as it is and I don’t want to invade-”
Yunho cut him off again. “You’re not. I don’t know why, but you’re not. I love having you around, and so does Junsu.”
Yoochun smiled.
“..but I’m not sure if it’s more distracting to think about you all the time or to have you right next to me, so can you stay here for a while to help me figure that out?”
Now Yoochun laughed. “Okay, just a second.” He walked away and came back with the book he’d been reading before. “You do whatever it is you’re supposed to do and I read.”
Yunho agreed, pulled his laptop back on his lap and opened it.
“You seriously work like that? On the couch?” Yoochun asked, looking to Yunho’s desk and back.
Yunho shot him a look and Yoochun laughed again. “Sorry, totally distracting. I’ll be quiet.”
Five minutes later Yunho was wondering if Yoochun talking to him could really be more distracting than this, sitting so close to each other.
Yoochun didn’t make a sound, but he changed his position at least every other page, probably unconsciously, and a few times Yunho thought he saw his lips move like he was mumbling the words he read to himself. Very distracting.
And that was also how Yoochun ended up leaning against him.
Yunho didn’t move when Yoochun’s head and back suddenly pressed against his arm. Maybe Yoochun didn’t do it on purpose, maybe he did, but either way, Yunho wasn’t complaining.
He was only aware of time passing from Yoochun turning pages. He'd given up doing anything himself.
Finally he closed his laptop and put it on the desk. Yoochun looked up, turning his head towards him.
“You successfully snuggled your way into my lap,” Yunho said. “What are you going to do next?”
Yoochun chuckled with a mischievous undertone. “This isn’t your lap.” He sat up and turned to face Yunho completely. Then he swung a leg over his thighs and straddled his lap, facing him. “This is. And you know what I want to do next.”
Yoochun was so close, so attractive, and all Yunho wanted was to pull him close and kiss him senseless.
Yoochun leaned forward.
Yunho closed his eyes to fight the temptation and raised a hand to Yoochun’s shoulder. Not to pull him closer.
“What if Junsu sees? What would he think?”
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun said. He sat back up and wanted to move away, but Yunho didn’t want that.
His hand shot to the back of Yoochun’s neck and he yanked him forward. The first thing he felt was Yoochun’s plump bottom lip. He sucked it into his mouth.
Yoochun let out a soft moan and his hands came up to grip at his shoulders. He let Yunho ravish his mouth for only a while before his tongue got more aggressive as well and it turned into a battle.
They were both panting when Yoochun finally broke away. His eyes were dark with lust, but his voice controlled. “Weren’t you worried about Junsu?”
Right when he’d said that, they heard a crashing sound from the living room.
Yunho instinctively almost threw Yoochun off him to get to Junsu, but he didn’t, not wanting to hurt him.
“It’s the TV,” Yoochun said.
Yunho listened more closely. He really panicked way too easily. The sounds he heard now were clearly explosions, not loud or real enough to actually come from the next room.
But then he froze again. Yoochun met his eyes and Yunho saw that he was thinking the same. This sounded like an action movie.
They hurried to the door and entered the living room just in time to see flashes of a car chase followed by a shot of one of the drivers being pierced by a metal rod.
Junsu was sitting on the floor, looking up at the screen with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open.
Yunho immediately found the remote and turned the TV off. He picked Junsu up, ready to tell him that it was just a movie, but to his relief the boy didn’t seem to be that shocked.
He made sure that Junsu was okay, found a children’s channel and told him not to zap. Then he motioned for Yoochun to come with him again. Maybe he should have paid Junsu more attention than that, but the lingering feel of Yoochun’s lips against his own made his head spin.
“At least it wasn’t a horror movie,” Yoochun said, climbing back onto his lap.
They kissed again, and Yunho grew frustrated with the way the couch prevented Yoochun from pressing closer when they sat like this, but right when he was about turn him and push him onto his back, Yoochun said that Junsu was probably getting hungry.
They went out for ramen, taking Junsu this time, and it was even more fun than their first date.
Junsu was happy and excited and had them smiling at him and at each other at least every five minutes. And he was probably too young to notice the way Yunho’s eyes stayed fixed on Yoochun’s face and body, or at least too young to know what it meant.
Yunho hadn’t had sex for way, way too long.
He wasn’t going to lose control and jump Yoochun as soon as they were alone somewhere, and definitely not without his consent, but his desire was growing stronger.
He asked Yoochun to come home with them again, and Yoochun didn’t refuse.
When they’d put Junsu to bed he offered to share his, because the couch couldn’t be that comfortable, and Yoochun didn’t refuse that either. Yunho lent him boxers, a loose shirt and sweats.
He fought the urge to enter the bathroom as Yoochun showered, but only because he clearly hadn't been invited.
He was waiting in his bed, already half hard, when Yoochun slipped next to him under the blanket. He immediately moved towards him and their lips met.
“I think this is where we left off,” Yoochun whispered.
Yunho responded by letting his hands roam over Yoochun’s back and play with his hair, which was still moist from the shower. And Yoochun’s hands explored his body too.
Yunho shivered with every touch and almost bit down on the tongue in his mouth when Yoochun reached lower. He was so hard it hurt.
Yoochun chuckled, though a bit breathlessly, and pushed him onto his back, crawling over him. His lips brushed over Yunho’s cheek and then tickled his ear with warm breaths and whispers. “Need me to take the edge off?”
Yunho practically whined for it. When experimenting with boys in college, he’d always topped, but that usually meant him doing everything while the other just enjoyed. Girls had always been even more submissive. Yoochun’s confidence in taking the initiative was a very nice change.
Yoochun smirked and slid down, pressing wet kisses to his bare chest and stomach. Yunho involuntarily bucked his hips up and moaned when he felt Yoochun’s teeth on his abs.
Yoochun moved lower still, pushing Yunho’s sweatpants down as he trailed kisses over his thigh.
When he’d tossed the sweats aside he moved back up, keeping his head low so his breath ghosted over the length of Yunho’s erection. Yunho gasped and already felt his orgasm impending as an electric current running through his skin.
Yoochun’s cool lips wrapped around the swollen head and lifted it so it could slide deeper. Yunho arched his back and moaned, hands twisting in the sheets.
He was surprised when he felt Yoochun’s fingers curl around one of his wrists and lift his hand until he felt hair. His fingers automatically twisted in it and Yoochun moaned around his cock.
Yunho pushed himself up on his elbow so he could see and had to close his eyes at the sight of Yoochun’s lips stretched around his erection.
Yoochun looked up. He wasn’t moving. Yunho got the hint. He tightened his grip on Yoochun’s hair and lifted his hips. He watched Yoochun’s face for signs of discomfort, but when he didn't see any, he kept on moving. He was going to come in seconds.
Fucking Yoochun’s throat, warm and wet and tight, was heaven. Soon enough his mouth fell open and his breath only came in gasps. Then Yoochun hummed, and colours exploded behind Yunho’s eyelids. He shook, tightened his grip and barely kept in a shout of pleasure as Yoochun sucked him dry.
Yoochun pressed a few more kisses to his stomach and then slid back up, taking the blanket with him.
“Fuck... Yoochun,” was all Yunho could say.
Yoochun moaned against his neck and Yunho felt the erection pressed against his hip as their bodies slid over each other. He was already starting to get hard again himself.
“You’re gorgeous,” Yoochun said, “And don’t hold back. I know how sweet you can be, but I’m too horny for sweet, and I think you are too.”
Yunho had Yoochun’s body pinned under him in two seconds.
He pushed Yoochun’s shirt up to memorise muscles with his lips and play with nipples. When Yoochun didn’t lift his arms to help take it off he moved down to the sweatpants and pulled those down.
He wanted to push the blanket out of the way, but Yoochun’s hands came up and held it over his shoulders. Yunho frowned and was about to say that he wanted to see him, but Yoochun said: “It’ll be even hotter” in such a low sexy voice that Yunho attacked his lips and ground his hips down.
So he settled for feeling instead of seeing. He let his hands slide down over Yoochun’s sides and pushed one under his body to pull him closer.
Yoochun felt like hot sweaty skin that was surprisingly soft in contrast to the hard edges of his body. It felt amazing to hold him close like this, and to make him shiver and make breathy moans fall from his lips.
Yunho had lube he used when he stroked himself off. With this hot and needy body under his, the memories of those times seemed pathetic.
He prepared Yoochun with care, ignoring his new already aching hard erection and Yoochun's permission to be rough. Yoochun was loud, moaning low and gasping despite biting his lip and digging his nails into Yunho’s back.
Yunho lined up but stopped and kissed him before he pushed in. “Shh, Junsu is sleeping,” he whispered in a moment of surprising control over his voice.
Yoochun bit his lip harder and Yunho leaned down to muffle his cries with his mouth and tongue instead.
They moved together for a long time and way too short before Yoochun came hard on his stomach and Yunho exploded deep inside his clenching body.
Yunho dreamt about immense pleasure and warm and comfortable feelings, and then about something that made him worry. Something he’d almost forgotten about, but suddenly remembered.
When he woke up with a start he’d forgotten again.
It was dark and quiet all around him, and yet he had the feeling he’d heard Junsu’s voice.
He listened for a sign that it hadn’t just been part of a dream, and when it didn’t come, he let sleep take him.
He woke up for the second time barely remembering the first, and he had no idea how long ago that had been. But this time he didn’t doze off again, because now he felt there was definitely something wrong, something missing.
It took him a while to figure out that this feeling was caused by the fact that he was alone in his bed. He had slept alone for years, but this night it was something to worry about, especially since it was only 3 in the morning.
He didn’t know if Yoochun had left, just went to the toilet or couldn’t sleep, but the first thing he did was check up on Junsu, because that was what he always did when he felt something was wrong, just to make sure that at least he was okay.
The sight that met him in Junsu’s room probably would have made him laugh if he’d been more awake. Now he just stared at the shape of Yoochun’s body on the very edge of Junsu’s bed, with Junsu curled up against it, dimly lit by a small night light.
Yoochun brought a finger to his lips and Yunho came closer so they could whisper to each other without waking Junsu up.
“He had a nightmare,” Yoochun said, “and you were sleeping so I checked up on him. He calmed down and he’s finally asleep again, but now I can't move.”
Yoochun exaggerated the desperate tone of the last few words and Yunho had to cover his mouth to keep in a laugh. He hated when Junsu had a nightmare, but the boy’s face was completely relaxed right now, so it had to be okay.
Yoochun had finally taken off his shirt right before he fell asleep in the warmth of Yunho’s embrace a few hours before. Yunho saw he’d pulled his sweats back on before coming to Junsu’s room, but he still had to be cold and uncomfortable, half hovering in the air like this.
Yunho leaned down and very carefully pushed Junsu’s leg off Yoochun’s stomach. Junsu made a little sound, but didn’t wake up.
Yunho further freed Yoochun by lifting a small arm off his chest. Junsu noticed the loss of warmth and tried to press closer again. Yunho covered him with a blanket before he could and kissed his cheek. Junsu scrunched up his nose and shifted for a moment before he slept on.
“There,” Yunho said. He offered Yoochun a hand and pulled him up. Yoochun sighed and stretched. “Thank you, my saviour,” he said with a soft laugh.
Yunho was about to ask him to come back to bed with him when something caught his eye.
Yoochun was smiling down at Junsu, but apparently he noticed Yunho’s silence because he looked over his shoulder.
He followed Yunho’s gaze and spun around immediately, eyes wide. He raised a hand as if he was ready to deny anything. But Yunho knew what he’d seen.
“Yoochun.. what are those scars on your back?”
Part 10: Healed and Broken
Part 8: Dating Teachers
Part 7: Family Sleepover
Part 6: Driving and Searching
Part 5: An Answer in Trust
Part 4: Drunk Denial
Part 3: Emptiness and Replacement
Part 2: Tulips in February
Part 1: Valentine's Flowers
Pairings: 2U, father!son HoSu, bff!JaeSu
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yunho is a single father and happy with his stable life together with his four year old son.
Yoochun's life is a mess. But he is good with kids.
When Yunho found himself sitting on a couch with Yoochun leaning against him, he was surprised by how natural it felt, like they always sat like this.
At the playground he’d felt uncomfortable, with so many people who could recognise them and wonder what they were doing together. He had to get over that soon.
Maybe Yoochun had noticed though, because he’d closed his book and called Junsu, saying it was time for lunch.
On the way home, Junsu had very excitedly talked about a book Yoochun had bought him.
‘We passed a bookstore and I couldn’t resist. It would have been unfair to only buy a book for myself,’ Yoochun had said about that.
After lunch Yoochun had directed Yunho and his laptop to his small study, so he could still get some work done, while he led Junsu to the living room.
From there Yunho had wondered how it had come to be that Yoochun was suddenly practically running the household and why he didn’t mind at all.
Yoochun wasn’t exactly rude. He still shot Yunho uncertain looks at times, silently asking if this was okay.
It was almost okay.
Junsu was being looked after and entertained while he had time to work, that was perfect. Yunho could hear faint sounds of Yoochun reading to Junsu and probably teaching him things at the same time.
But if you thought about it, it was unfair that he had to spend time with a laptop while Junsu got to have Yoochun. He wanted Yoochun too. And Junsu had always been able to entertain himself.
“Yoochun?”
Yoochun looked up as Junsu kept looking at a picture on the page in front of him.
Yunho didn’t exactly have plan, a good reason he could give.
“Um, I want to talk to you about something.” Weak, but still effective.
Yoochun encouraged Junsu to go on by himself and followed Yunho to the room he used for work. There was a desk there that he only used to stack things on and a small couch.
“That.. sounds serious,” Yoochun said, carefully. “I’ll go home if you want. We can just-”
“No,” Yunho shook his head and sighed. He motioned to the couch. “Sit with me?” He belatedly realised that probably made it sound worse.
Yoochun sat down next to him. “I know you’re very protective of your life as it is and I don’t want to invade-”
Yunho cut him off again. “You’re not. I don’t know why, but you’re not. I love having you around, and so does Junsu.”
Yoochun smiled.
“..but I’m not sure if it’s more distracting to think about you all the time or to have you right next to me, so can you stay here for a while to help me figure that out?”
Now Yoochun laughed. “Okay, just a second.” He walked away and came back with the book he’d been reading before. “You do whatever it is you’re supposed to do and I read.”
Yunho agreed, pulled his laptop back on his lap and opened it.
“You seriously work like that? On the couch?” Yoochun asked, looking to Yunho’s desk and back.
Yunho shot him a look and Yoochun laughed again. “Sorry, totally distracting. I’ll be quiet.”
Five minutes later Yunho was wondering if Yoochun talking to him could really be more distracting than this, sitting so close to each other.
Yoochun didn’t make a sound, but he changed his position at least every other page, probably unconsciously, and a few times Yunho thought he saw his lips move like he was mumbling the words he read to himself. Very distracting.
And that was also how Yoochun ended up leaning against him.
Yunho didn’t move when Yoochun’s head and back suddenly pressed against his arm. Maybe Yoochun didn’t do it on purpose, maybe he did, but either way, Yunho wasn’t complaining.
He was only aware of time passing from Yoochun turning pages. He'd given up doing anything himself.
Finally he closed his laptop and put it on the desk. Yoochun looked up, turning his head towards him.
“You successfully snuggled your way into my lap,” Yunho said. “What are you going to do next?”
Yoochun chuckled with a mischievous undertone. “This isn’t your lap.” He sat up and turned to face Yunho completely. Then he swung a leg over his thighs and straddled his lap, facing him. “This is. And you know what I want to do next.”
Yoochun was so close, so attractive, and all Yunho wanted was to pull him close and kiss him senseless.
Yoochun leaned forward.
Yunho closed his eyes to fight the temptation and raised a hand to Yoochun’s shoulder. Not to pull him closer.
“What if Junsu sees? What would he think?”
“I’m sorry,” Yoochun said. He sat back up and wanted to move away, but Yunho didn’t want that.
His hand shot to the back of Yoochun’s neck and he yanked him forward. The first thing he felt was Yoochun’s plump bottom lip. He sucked it into his mouth.
Yoochun let out a soft moan and his hands came up to grip at his shoulders. He let Yunho ravish his mouth for only a while before his tongue got more aggressive as well and it turned into a battle.
They were both panting when Yoochun finally broke away. His eyes were dark with lust, but his voice controlled. “Weren’t you worried about Junsu?”
Right when he’d said that, they heard a crashing sound from the living room.
Yunho instinctively almost threw Yoochun off him to get to Junsu, but he didn’t, not wanting to hurt him.
“It’s the TV,” Yoochun said.
Yunho listened more closely. He really panicked way too easily. The sounds he heard now were clearly explosions, not loud or real enough to actually come from the next room.
But then he froze again. Yoochun met his eyes and Yunho saw that he was thinking the same. This sounded like an action movie.
They hurried to the door and entered the living room just in time to see flashes of a car chase followed by a shot of one of the drivers being pierced by a metal rod.
Junsu was sitting on the floor, looking up at the screen with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open.
Yunho immediately found the remote and turned the TV off. He picked Junsu up, ready to tell him that it was just a movie, but to his relief the boy didn’t seem to be that shocked.
He made sure that Junsu was okay, found a children’s channel and told him not to zap. Then he motioned for Yoochun to come with him again. Maybe he should have paid Junsu more attention than that, but the lingering feel of Yoochun’s lips against his own made his head spin.
“At least it wasn’t a horror movie,” Yoochun said, climbing back onto his lap.
They kissed again, and Yunho grew frustrated with the way the couch prevented Yoochun from pressing closer when they sat like this, but right when he was about turn him and push him onto his back, Yoochun said that Junsu was probably getting hungry.
They went out for ramen, taking Junsu this time, and it was even more fun than their first date.
Junsu was happy and excited and had them smiling at him and at each other at least every five minutes. And he was probably too young to notice the way Yunho’s eyes stayed fixed on Yoochun’s face and body, or at least too young to know what it meant.
Yunho hadn’t had sex for way, way too long.
He wasn’t going to lose control and jump Yoochun as soon as they were alone somewhere, and definitely not without his consent, but his desire was growing stronger.
He asked Yoochun to come home with them again, and Yoochun didn’t refuse.
When they’d put Junsu to bed he offered to share his, because the couch couldn’t be that comfortable, and Yoochun didn’t refuse that either. Yunho lent him boxers, a loose shirt and sweats.
He fought the urge to enter the bathroom as Yoochun showered, but only because he clearly hadn't been invited.
He was waiting in his bed, already half hard, when Yoochun slipped next to him under the blanket. He immediately moved towards him and their lips met.
“I think this is where we left off,” Yoochun whispered.
Yunho responded by letting his hands roam over Yoochun’s back and play with his hair, which was still moist from the shower. And Yoochun’s hands explored his body too.
Yunho shivered with every touch and almost bit down on the tongue in his mouth when Yoochun reached lower. He was so hard it hurt.
Yoochun chuckled, though a bit breathlessly, and pushed him onto his back, crawling over him. His lips brushed over Yunho’s cheek and then tickled his ear with warm breaths and whispers. “Need me to take the edge off?”
Yunho practically whined for it. When experimenting with boys in college, he’d always topped, but that usually meant him doing everything while the other just enjoyed. Girls had always been even more submissive. Yoochun’s confidence in taking the initiative was a very nice change.
Yoochun smirked and slid down, pressing wet kisses to his bare chest and stomach. Yunho involuntarily bucked his hips up and moaned when he felt Yoochun’s teeth on his abs.
Yoochun moved lower still, pushing Yunho’s sweatpants down as he trailed kisses over his thigh.
When he’d tossed the sweats aside he moved back up, keeping his head low so his breath ghosted over the length of Yunho’s erection. Yunho gasped and already felt his orgasm impending as an electric current running through his skin.
Yoochun’s cool lips wrapped around the swollen head and lifted it so it could slide deeper. Yunho arched his back and moaned, hands twisting in the sheets.
He was surprised when he felt Yoochun’s fingers curl around one of his wrists and lift his hand until he felt hair. His fingers automatically twisted in it and Yoochun moaned around his cock.
Yunho pushed himself up on his elbow so he could see and had to close his eyes at the sight of Yoochun’s lips stretched around his erection.
Yoochun looked up. He wasn’t moving. Yunho got the hint. He tightened his grip on Yoochun’s hair and lifted his hips. He watched Yoochun’s face for signs of discomfort, but when he didn't see any, he kept on moving. He was going to come in seconds.
Fucking Yoochun’s throat, warm and wet and tight, was heaven. Soon enough his mouth fell open and his breath only came in gasps. Then Yoochun hummed, and colours exploded behind Yunho’s eyelids. He shook, tightened his grip and barely kept in a shout of pleasure as Yoochun sucked him dry.
Yoochun pressed a few more kisses to his stomach and then slid back up, taking the blanket with him.
“Fuck... Yoochun,” was all Yunho could say.
Yoochun moaned against his neck and Yunho felt the erection pressed against his hip as their bodies slid over each other. He was already starting to get hard again himself.
“You’re gorgeous,” Yoochun said, “And don’t hold back. I know how sweet you can be, but I’m too horny for sweet, and I think you are too.”
Yunho had Yoochun’s body pinned under him in two seconds.
He pushed Yoochun’s shirt up to memorise muscles with his lips and play with nipples. When Yoochun didn’t lift his arms to help take it off he moved down to the sweatpants and pulled those down.
He wanted to push the blanket out of the way, but Yoochun’s hands came up and held it over his shoulders. Yunho frowned and was about to say that he wanted to see him, but Yoochun said: “It’ll be even hotter” in such a low sexy voice that Yunho attacked his lips and ground his hips down.
So he settled for feeling instead of seeing. He let his hands slide down over Yoochun’s sides and pushed one under his body to pull him closer.
Yoochun felt like hot sweaty skin that was surprisingly soft in contrast to the hard edges of his body. It felt amazing to hold him close like this, and to make him shiver and make breathy moans fall from his lips.
Yunho had lube he used when he stroked himself off. With this hot and needy body under his, the memories of those times seemed pathetic.
He prepared Yoochun with care, ignoring his new already aching hard erection and Yoochun's permission to be rough. Yoochun was loud, moaning low and gasping despite biting his lip and digging his nails into Yunho’s back.
Yunho lined up but stopped and kissed him before he pushed in. “Shh, Junsu is sleeping,” he whispered in a moment of surprising control over his voice.
Yoochun bit his lip harder and Yunho leaned down to muffle his cries with his mouth and tongue instead.
They moved together for a long time and way too short before Yoochun came hard on his stomach and Yunho exploded deep inside his clenching body.
Yunho dreamt about immense pleasure and warm and comfortable feelings, and then about something that made him worry. Something he’d almost forgotten about, but suddenly remembered.
When he woke up with a start he’d forgotten again.
It was dark and quiet all around him, and yet he had the feeling he’d heard Junsu’s voice.
He listened for a sign that it hadn’t just been part of a dream, and when it didn’t come, he let sleep take him.
He woke up for the second time barely remembering the first, and he had no idea how long ago that had been. But this time he didn’t doze off again, because now he felt there was definitely something wrong, something missing.
It took him a while to figure out that this feeling was caused by the fact that he was alone in his bed. He had slept alone for years, but this night it was something to worry about, especially since it was only 3 in the morning.
He didn’t know if Yoochun had left, just went to the toilet or couldn’t sleep, but the first thing he did was check up on Junsu, because that was what he always did when he felt something was wrong, just to make sure that at least he was okay.
The sight that met him in Junsu’s room probably would have made him laugh if he’d been more awake. Now he just stared at the shape of Yoochun’s body on the very edge of Junsu’s bed, with Junsu curled up against it, dimly lit by a small night light.
Yoochun brought a finger to his lips and Yunho came closer so they could whisper to each other without waking Junsu up.
“He had a nightmare,” Yoochun said, “and you were sleeping so I checked up on him. He calmed down and he’s finally asleep again, but now I can't move.”
Yoochun exaggerated the desperate tone of the last few words and Yunho had to cover his mouth to keep in a laugh. He hated when Junsu had a nightmare, but the boy’s face was completely relaxed right now, so it had to be okay.
Yoochun had finally taken off his shirt right before he fell asleep in the warmth of Yunho’s embrace a few hours before. Yunho saw he’d pulled his sweats back on before coming to Junsu’s room, but he still had to be cold and uncomfortable, half hovering in the air like this.
Yunho leaned down and very carefully pushed Junsu’s leg off Yoochun’s stomach. Junsu made a little sound, but didn’t wake up.
Yunho further freed Yoochun by lifting a small arm off his chest. Junsu noticed the loss of warmth and tried to press closer again. Yunho covered him with a blanket before he could and kissed his cheek. Junsu scrunched up his nose and shifted for a moment before he slept on.
“There,” Yunho said. He offered Yoochun a hand and pulled him up. Yoochun sighed and stretched. “Thank you, my saviour,” he said with a soft laugh.
Yunho was about to ask him to come back to bed with him when something caught his eye.
Yoochun was smiling down at Junsu, but apparently he noticed Yunho’s silence because he looked over his shoulder.
He followed Yunho’s gaze and spun around immediately, eyes wide. He raised a hand as if he was ready to deny anything. But Yunho knew what he’d seen.
“Yoochun.. what are those scars on your back?”
Part 10: Healed and Broken
Part 8: Dating Teachers
Part 7: Family Sleepover
Part 6: Driving and Searching
Part 5: An Answer in Trust
Part 4: Drunk Denial
Part 3: Emptiness and Replacement
Part 2: Tulips in February
Part 1: Valentine's Flowers