Challenge #3 - Entry 1
Title: Knowing is not Believing
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu (from tvxq)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yoochun knows how it's going to end even before it starts. Still, he manages to run away with his feelings.
Song(s) used for inspiration: Shot in the Back of the Head - Moby
Yoochun knew how it would end before it even started.
He had been the instigator, ignorant and naive. But even that first introduction had been out of love.
"Junsu-yah, this is Saera. Lee Saera. She's a dancer."
An awkward exchange of handshakes had Yoochun chuckling at Junsu's anti-social behavior. He wanted to explain to Saera that Junsu was just bad with strangers.
At the time though, Yoochun did not explain.
Small enough to tuck under Junsu's chin, the girl wasn't a threat to Yoochun until Junsu began to smile with her, at her. And after some unknown period of time, even when Yoochun wasn't around to buffer the conversations, Junsu was fine. Eloquent even. Except that it wasn't fine. Not for Yoochun anyway. Not at all.
Later Yoochun would say that he knew from the moment he'd set eyes on Lee Saera that she was Junsu's ideal type. But in truth, it was only after Yoochun had seen the beauty of Junsu's smile towards her that he'd known.
Yoochun himself had never known that kind of smile from Junsu.
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Yoochun was constantly pushing the boundaries of their friendship, testing the borders of their closeness.
And when, one fortuitous night, Yoochun had walked in on Junsu jerking off in the shower, Yoochun continued walking towards Junsu without a second thought in his head. Disregarding Junsu's order to "Get the fuck out!", disregarding the look of mortification on Junsu's face...
All Yoochun saw was Junsu's need, Junsu's lust. And Yoochun wanted to be the one to satisfy that.
The feeling of Junsu's wet and velvety skin felt so different from his own that Yoochun nearly slipped and fell on the cold tile floor of the bathroom. A shiver ran through Yoochun's body and when Yoochun opened his eyes --eyes that he hadn't even known were shut--, he saw that the same tremor had transferred to and was passing over Junsu. The happiest part of it was that Junsu didn't even draw back; he never resisted.
This was also the worst part.
Instead, Junsu stepped closer, pawing at Yoochun's clothes which were still on though Yoochun had joined Junsu some time ago inside the shower stall.
"You're getting soaked" Junsu had said.
Junsu's voice was huskier with desire and his eyelids were heavy with pleasure ridden enjoyment.
Yoochun just mumbled an "I know" then squeezed Junsu's cock with a bit more force.
Junsu groaned, then wrapped soap-slicked arms around Yoochun's neck. Yoochun's other hand, the one protectively cupping Junsu's ass, grew a little warmer.
"God, I needed this...god..."
Junsu threw his head back with Yoochun watching every tremble of every facial muscle.
Yoochun hoped that Junsu had meant that he had needed Yoochun too.
And so Yoochun had whispered back, "Me too."
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The next few days had Yoochun feeling like a limp noodle. Every move of his body reminded him of the night when he and Junsu had touched each other in the shower. That night --having slept in his air-conditioned room wearing his still wet clothes-- had left Yoochun with a cold as well as a a semi-premanent hard-on.
The virus didn't affect him as much as Junsu did.
A few days of non-stop schedules passed by in a blur. Junsu was off doing his solo work, but the Junsu inside of Yoochun's head tormented him with just as much --if not more-- force than the real one.
All Yoochun could think about was Junsu.
junsu, junsu, junsu junsu junsujunsujunsu
That is...
Until...
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The picture arrived with an innocently inane message from Jaejoong. Jaejoong was reporting from the set of Junsu's music video shoot. One that supposedly was filled with males.
"Gold glitter and a leather vest. Need i say more?" was what Jaejoong had gushed about in the text message.
And in the corner of the picture that went with that message was Saera. Lee Saera. Her hand was holding onto another hand, the owner of which had been cut off from the picture.
In the foreground was Jaejoong, modeling Junsu's leather vest himself.
But Yoochun could recognize that hand anywhere. Even in a small, pixelated cellphone picture. It was the same hand that had wrapped around Yoochun's cock just the other night.
=
Yoochun knew how it would end even before it actually started.
And when Junsu came out of the airport terminal with Lee Saera trailing after him, Yoochun could only smile. For Junsu was wearing an expression of heartbreak for the both of them.
And Yoochun had known of course.
This... was how it ended.
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu (from tvxq)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yoochun knows how it's going to end even before it starts. Still, he manages to run away with his feelings.
Song(s) used for inspiration: Shot in the Back of the Head - Moby
Yoochun knew how it would end before it even started.
He had been the instigator, ignorant and naive. But even that first introduction had been out of love.
"Junsu-yah, this is Saera. Lee Saera. She's a dancer."
An awkward exchange of handshakes had Yoochun chuckling at Junsu's anti-social behavior. He wanted to explain to Saera that Junsu was just bad with strangers.
At the time though, Yoochun did not explain.
Small enough to tuck under Junsu's chin, the girl wasn't a threat to Yoochun until Junsu began to smile with her, at her. And after some unknown period of time, even when Yoochun wasn't around to buffer the conversations, Junsu was fine. Eloquent even. Except that it wasn't fine. Not for Yoochun anyway. Not at all.
Later Yoochun would say that he knew from the moment he'd set eyes on Lee Saera that she was Junsu's ideal type. But in truth, it was only after Yoochun had seen the beauty of Junsu's smile towards her that he'd known.
Yoochun himself had never known that kind of smile from Junsu.
=
Yoochun was constantly pushing the boundaries of their friendship, testing the borders of their closeness.
And when, one fortuitous night, Yoochun had walked in on Junsu jerking off in the shower, Yoochun continued walking towards Junsu without a second thought in his head. Disregarding Junsu's order to "Get the fuck out!", disregarding the look of mortification on Junsu's face...
All Yoochun saw was Junsu's need, Junsu's lust. And Yoochun wanted to be the one to satisfy that.
The feeling of Junsu's wet and velvety skin felt so different from his own that Yoochun nearly slipped and fell on the cold tile floor of the bathroom. A shiver ran through Yoochun's body and when Yoochun opened his eyes --eyes that he hadn't even known were shut--, he saw that the same tremor had transferred to and was passing over Junsu. The happiest part of it was that Junsu didn't even draw back; he never resisted.
This was also the worst part.
Instead, Junsu stepped closer, pawing at Yoochun's clothes which were still on though Yoochun had joined Junsu some time ago inside the shower stall.
"You're getting soaked" Junsu had said.
Junsu's voice was huskier with desire and his eyelids were heavy with pleasure ridden enjoyment.
Yoochun just mumbled an "I know" then squeezed Junsu's cock with a bit more force.
Junsu groaned, then wrapped soap-slicked arms around Yoochun's neck. Yoochun's other hand, the one protectively cupping Junsu's ass, grew a little warmer.
"God, I needed this...god..."
Junsu threw his head back with Yoochun watching every tremble of every facial muscle.
Yoochun hoped that Junsu had meant that he had needed Yoochun too.
And so Yoochun had whispered back, "Me too."
=
The next few days had Yoochun feeling like a limp noodle. Every move of his body reminded him of the night when he and Junsu had touched each other in the shower. That night --having slept in his air-conditioned room wearing his still wet clothes-- had left Yoochun with a cold as well as a a semi-premanent hard-on.
The virus didn't affect him as much as Junsu did.
A few days of non-stop schedules passed by in a blur. Junsu was off doing his solo work, but the Junsu inside of Yoochun's head tormented him with just as much --if not more-- force than the real one.
All Yoochun could think about was Junsu.
junsu, junsu, junsu junsu junsujunsujunsu
That is...
Until...
=
The picture arrived with an innocently inane message from Jaejoong. Jaejoong was reporting from the set of Junsu's music video shoot. One that supposedly was filled with males.
"Gold glitter and a leather vest. Need i say more?" was what Jaejoong had gushed about in the text message.
And in the corner of the picture that went with that message was Saera. Lee Saera. Her hand was holding onto another hand, the owner of which had been cut off from the picture.
In the foreground was Jaejoong, modeling Junsu's leather vest himself.
But Yoochun could recognize that hand anywhere. Even in a small, pixelated cellphone picture. It was the same hand that had wrapped around Yoochun's cock just the other night.
=
Yoochun knew how it would end even before it actually started.
And when Junsu came out of the airport terminal with Lee Saera trailing after him, Yoochun could only smile. For Junsu was wearing an expression of heartbreak for the both of them.
And Yoochun had known of course.
This... was how it ended.