May 09, 2010 22:30
11th of february 2010
I meant it when i told you i’m fucked up.
I woke up this morning just to know that he had left already for a CF photoshoot with Khun. He should’ve done with the photoshoot but then i remember that i had a dream team recording which means i didn’t see him for half a day. And on his birthday, with me haven’t told him a simple “happy birthday”.
As soon as i get off of the car, i quickly run to our dorm.
“Where’s Chansung ?”
“Ah, you’re so late Junho. He’s having his free time now,and Park Jin Young-hyung told him to go back to home, you know,to meet up with his family. Celebrating his birthday”, said Junsu.
“Err .. what time is he going to go home ?”
“Oh. No need to worry about that. By the time he get home , we would all be in the shooting location. Have you forgotten our JunBros MC ?”
Okay. I must admit today has been so exhausting for me.
“Thank you for the hard work today !”, say the crew. Junsu,Wooyoung,Nichkhun and Taecyeon reply them the same and smile
I’m so tired. I’m so drained. I’m exhausted. I wanna go back to our dorm and see Chansung.
“Ah,Junho, you can go back to our dorm. We still have some work to do”
“Eh ? Wooyoung-hyung you and you all ....”
“Don’t mind us.Just go home, you look so drained”, says Khun-hyung as he touches my back.
As told by my beloved hyungs, i quickly make my way to our dorm. Slowly i open the door.
And there he is. Standing while leaning himself to our sofa and watching the view from our dorm. I have to say he looks gorgeous. And here i am standing admiring God’s most beatiful human i’ve ever seen.
“Welcome home”, he says. Smiling at me.
My heart beats faster. I make my way to my room to take some clothes to change beore i take bath, so that he won’t know that his smile could actually give me a hangeover feeling. But,crap, i haven’t told him “happy birthday” yet.
Soon as i’m done with taking bath, Chansung is busy with the wine on the table
“Wow. What a present. Who sent that ?”
“JYP-hyung. By the way other members are not going home tonight”,he puts the wine and look at me
“WHAT ? How come they leave us alone”, damn ! Do you guys think you’re the only one who wanna go to vacation ?
“That’s the purpose,Junho. To leave us alone”
Now his gaze has changed to be more intense. I nearly startle. But i quickly regain control over myself,”Silly. Why would they ..”
“May i ask you, where is your promised present ?”
I . . . can’t say anything.
Yes, it is my fault. I’ve been given time for like 2 weeks or more, but still can’t figure out the present. It’s my fault. He must be disappointed at me now. I can’t be his boyfriend. He doesn’t accept my feeling. Now what should i say ? Should i smile ? It’s even harder to say a single word.
“You don’t bring it, don’t you ?”
“Mianhae !”,is the only answer that comes to my mind
Chansung stands up from the chair. He is now walking toward me.
Okay. I should inhale. He’s going to rejectme in any second.And then i should let out a deep breath.
“Sorry”, and he puts his arms around me.
I can’t understand what is happening. Is he going to say sorry, because he can’t accept my feelings ?
“Sorry i’ve been playing around with you”
He stares into my eyes. A deep stare. I hope he reads my question in my eye, i just wanna know what’s happening. Why are you acting this way ? Are you saying you’re playing around with me because you know i love you ? So you’re not gonna accept my feeling from the first place ?
“I . . love you too”
No way.
“I .. was going to confess, on your birthday, but you confessed first ...”
God. I’m not dreaming. This can’t be a dream.
“And, err, i don’t want it .. i, uhm, wanted to be the first one to say i love you”, he touches my cheek. The touch is real. I can feel it. This ain’t a dream. It won’t disappear even if i wake up. The warm of his hand is the truth. I’m awake.
“I don’t need no present. I’ve got it. You. You are the present”
You are the present. Chansung, i know you can see it, my eyes begin to blur from the tears
“So, be my boyfriend”, he kisses my forehand and for i don’t know how many times he looks at me in the eyes,”and i know you will say yes”
I can’t stand it anymore. My tears are pouring down out of my eyes. I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him as tight as i can. Not wanting to let go of him. Just want to capture this moment. Yes, this moment. The peak of happiness.
“Yes. Chansung. Of course"
“Don’t cry”
Then we kiss. A deep kiss. He sticks out his tongue to my mouth, asking for my permission to enter and i of course happily accept the permission.
Wait, something is just wrong isn’t it ?
Chansung lifts my body up. “Chan ..”, before i could even understand the situation, he puts me on a bed. But, wait, why is there a bed in our living room ? But NO ! This isn’t time to think about that !
And then he kisses me again. While unbuttoning my shirt, which i quickly cut, “WAIT ! What...”
“What what ?”
“What if Taecyeon and the others come ?”
“They won’t. They prepare this especially for us”
DANG !
“I can’t Chansung .. i’m not re..”, this time, his turn to cut my words. With a kiss mixed with lust. Hungrily, while still unbottoning my shirt. Leaving my chest bare open. As i can’t do anything, not even push him back. The kiss, weakens my entire body.
“If you say stop,Junho, only tonight, i won’t. You don’t know how much i tried to endure that night,when we slept under the same blanket, not to attack you. Now, i can’t hold it anymore”
I’m ... kind of ... scared
He touches my chest with his fingertips, then kisses me deeply.
Slowly he pulls away my boxer, and my underpants.Leaving me wearing only an opened shirt on. I try to stop him, but he lands another kiss, and i once again fall into his trap.
He’s going to land another kiss, but i stop him,
“Wait, why am i the only one naked ? It’s not fair”
He then opens his t-shirt without hesitation. Crap. I think this is not a good idea. Now my eyes stuck at his abs. He doesn’t know how much i’ve been adoring his smexy chocolate abs.
Now, those devilish eyes are looking at me. And i’m so drawn into those intense gaze, don’t i realize that i’m about to lose my virginity ? But, oh, my mind seems to be blank when his lip touches mine. Not for another lustful kiss but just a bite on my lips. Which goes down to my chin, and eventually to my neck. Still going down to my chest.
And he seems to have found a stop place, that’s where my nipples are. Where his tongue trying to feel a taste on my nipple, and the other hand busy playing with it.
I try not to let out some moan while covering my mouth with my hand, but still i can’t escape the sensation, in which it comes everytime he moves his tongue around my hardened nipple.
He then stops. While i’m trying to catch up with my breath.
It is when i feel a hot and slimy tongue is being put, on my member.This time, i can’ stand not to prevent myself from moaning. It’s tickling. It’s paralyzing me. It’s good. My mouth keeps emitting moaning voice, as my hands keep on holding to the bed sheet.
“Chan, i’m about to .. “,my magnae removes his mouth, few seconds later i come and his hand was wet of my cum.
1 Finger, being inserted to my entrance. Which makes my body jolt. His long finger, is now playing inside me. As if making a movement “come here”. And i can’t help not to moan, not to cry. It incredibly hurts. It hurts like hell.
He pushes another finger and making a scissor movement. The pain drives me crazy,” Stop”, i say, in the middle of enduring my tears, “it .. hur..ts”
My Magnae then smirks a bit. He pushes his finger deeper leaving me no choice but to scream. While reaching out my hands to him, i call his name. He touches my cheek and kisses me softly, making my moan sealed, but still i can’t concentrate on the kiss. The pain from my lower part of my body is too excruciating. He doesn’t even stop moving his fingers while kissing me.
Another pleasure and another pain.
Fingers are being taken out. My legs are put on his shoulder.
For a moment, Chansung looks at me deep in my eyes,”i love you”
“Chan...”, my words are cut as he pushed his member gently to me. He continues thrusting it in and out, with my nails are scarring on his back.
I need something to hold on, because I’m gonna be tore up. I’m definitely going to break. How long has he been thrusting himself ? Why does it feel like it’s not even going to end, even if i wish to. How long should i be bearing this pain ?
A couple of thrusts and he fasten his rhythm. i can hear my moan is getting louder as well. “Chan, i can’t .. “, i say in the middle of his thrust with my remaining consciousness and energy
“Me too, i’m .. almost ..”, not long after that he comes inside of me. I scream soundlessly, and so does he. His body still laying on top of me. I can feel his breath in a fast pace.
And that’s the last thing i know before everything goes dark.
13th of February
“WHAAATT ? YOU TWO ARE OFFICIALLY GOING OUT ?”, i can see every member of 2AM are going - - > O____O . Yes. Eyes widened. Jaws dropped.
The next morning when i woke up, Chan quickly told me to take a bath since the other members are going to come at 9AM. Then while i washed my whole body with my legs could barely move, i just realized that there’s this silver ring on my ring finger. “That’s my birthday present for you. And i got you another pair of earring, since a ring would be too obvious. But you can keep it and wear it next time”
And i can hardly believe it myself. Me and Chansung. Going out.
I hug him from the back,“What, Junho,.. “,making him in a confusion
“Yah, you guys, go get a room”, Seulong giggles. Jo Kwon pulls 2AM members away,”I think we shall leave. Just make this practice room as your hotel room guys”
“Junho, what’s happening ?”, Chansung turns his body and faces at me.
I used to dream of him. I used to reaching out my hands for him when i woke up just to know that he wasn’t there for me. But now that he’s mine, there’s no more “oh how i wish i could ..”, because this body is real. I’m embracing the real Chansung.
“I know”, his warm hand caresses my back,”i love you too’
And this voice real. The owner of this voice is now mine. Both his body, and his heart.
nc-17,
chansung,
fanfic,
junho,
the best present would be,
chanho