Fic | BBF 1+
Fandom: Boys Before Flowers
Title: When The Prince Walks Away
Pairing: Gu Jun Pyo/Yoon Ji Hoo
Rating: R
Genre: Drama
Warning: Angst. Some smut. Just veering off the storyline here though using the same characters and same settings.
Disclaimer: As true as Superman is real.
Wordcount: 818
Feedback: Would be nice. :)
Even through his drunken state, he could sense someone behind him though his hazy mind couldn't help him in figuring out who it was. Putting it up to hallucinations, he opened his bedroom door, knowing that apart from the butler and the maids, there was no one else to disturb him until morning. He stumbled through the large chamber, until something remotely looking like a bed blurred in his vision and headed towards it, undoing his shirt for the second time that night. He froze suddenly. "I know you're there."
He was suddenly pinned on his bed, Ji Hoo breathing hard above him as the plutocrat's fingers dug into his wrists. Jun Pyo blinked up at him, trying to stay as aware as he can. "What are you doing here?"
"Gu Jun Pyo," Ji Hoo whispered his name softly, then laughed in his face. "The heir prince to the Shinwa throne. Leader of F4. Conqueror of virgins - women or otherwise." The redhead spat. Jun Pyo sneered and tried to push him away but the boy quickly sobered up and pushed down hard. "Missing me Ji Hoo? I didn't think it'd be this long..." Jun Pyo taunted, licking his lips seductively as the other stared. "I'm always a phone call away... Isn't that what friends are for?" He jerked forward and caught Ji Hoo's lips, feeling the boy's body melt into his, the shackles around his wrist loosening and he took the opportunity to free his hands and wrap one along Ji Hoo's thin neck and the other on his lower back, to press their bodies ever-so closer.
Jun Pyo slipped his hand under the layers of clothing the covered the honed body he use to worship and almost lost it as he felt the soft skin again, the texture so ingrained in his palm that even if blinded, he'd know who it was just by the feel of him and when he had coaxed Ji Hoo's thin, soft lips to open, the taste of him was certainly different than anyone else's to make it almost unique. Ji Hoo's moan proved more an aphrodisiac; Jun Pyo twisted and it was now Ji Hoo who was pinned under, the Shinwa heir kneeing his legs open and slipping in between them as easily as everything was between them. Ji Hoo's hands slid down his lover's chest, tugging the rest of his shirt out of his trousers and ripping it open, caressing the skin exposed to him as Jun Pyo's tongue danced with his and slowly made him crazy, knowing full well how the man can push him to insanity with one lick, one stroke, one mind-blowing orgasm. And it was the last the cleared the ecstasy from his mind altogether, taking Jun Pyo by surprise as he violently pushed him away. "Stop!" Ji Hoo rasped, trying to swallow air back into his lungs.
Jun Pyo felt a prick in his chest when Ji Hoo pushed him away and disguised his consternation by smirking at the boy leaning against his headboard, breathing just as heavily as him, though refusing to admit that he was just as affected. He was drunk, what else could it be?
"Do you enjoy hurting me?" Ji Hoo cried out suddenly. "Is that it?"
Jun Pyo stared in confusion. "What?"
"Oh come on! Sleeping with Jan Di? What else could it fucking be!" He exclaimed, kicking out at him. "Ow! Stop acting like a kid Yoon Ji Hoo and get a grip!" Jun Pyo pushed off the bed and glared down at him. "What are you so prissy about anyway?"
"Don't you-"
"Oh, oh wait." Jun Pyo scoffed, shaking his head. "You thought I fucked Geum Jan Di to get at you? Is that what you thought?" Jun Pyo rolled his tongue, grinning wickedly. "Ha, what am I saying - it's you! So what do you think me breaking up with you meant huh? Oh don't cry - don't cry on me." He cooed, wiping the tears off Ji Hoo's pale cheeks, laughing when his fingers were slapped away. "Oh don't be like that now baby." He drew the last word out, breathing it unto Ji Hoo's crestfallen face.
Jun Pyo stood up. "You've always been weak Ji Hoo - you try to hide it, but you forget; I know you."
"Jun Pyo..." Ji Hoo sobbed, grabbing his hand when he was about to walk away. "Jun Pyo please, I love -" Jun Pyo's mouth crashed down on his, taking his breathe and the pain away. Only for it all to come back when he was shoved back into the bed and to have Jun Pyo scowling down at him. "I don't need that; don't ever say those words again to me."
If Ji Hoo knew how Jun Pyo's own heart constricted, maybe his own wouldn't tear into pieces as he watched the dark prince walk away.