Brushstrokes (3/?)
Brushstrokes (3/?)
Pairing: Junseung, side: Kiwoon, Dooseob
Genre: AU, romance
Rating: R
warning: violent scenes in this chapter
Summary: Hyunseung is a celebrity makeup artist who is too pretty to be left alone by other idols. Junhyung is no exception to this rule (even if he’d like to think he is).
A.N: because I get the feeling some would enjoy my death after reading this chapter, I promise the next one will be up soon. kkkk~
Brushstrokes (3)
Hyunseung’s eyes flew around the room, looking for an escape, but the only way out was the door behind his assailant.
His assailant. Hyunseung felt like crying. Why didn’t he make a ruckus? If he weren’t so determined to not cause trouble, he may not even be in this situation.
Jaeyoon stared hungrily at Hyunseung’s neck as he swallowed nervously. “Why are you all the way over there,” he asked, coming closer to the makeup artist. Hyunseung’s eyes darted around and he suddenly ran towards the door, but Jaeyoon caught him around the waist and pulled him back. Hyunseung grabbed at his forearms, but felt nothing but hard muscle underneath his hands. Jaeyoon lifted his feet off the ground and walked two brisk steps to the wall and pushed Hyunseung hard against it.
Hyunseung let out a gasp and choked in air, winded from the force of the push. He tried to kick out but Jaeyoon wrapped his legs around his and one hand clasped both of Hyunseung’s wrists together. The other one came up and caressed face gently. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he said, looking at Hyunseung’s red face and wide eyes.
Hyunseung shook his head to the side and tried to escape the offending hand but Jaeyoon grabbed his chin and banged the smaller man’s head against the wall. Hyunseung’s head pounded and his ears rang. Suddenly a tongue was invading his mouth and Hyunseung yelped at the intrusion. Jaeyoon held his jaw tightly with one hand, forcing Hyunseung’s mouth open and unable to bite on his tongue. Hyunseung was scared with how helpless he was. Frustrated tears began to well up in his eyes. Jaeyoon stopped kissing Hyunseung and his hand moved down to pin the artist’s throat against the wall as his tongue dipped and ran along his neck and down to his collar bone. Hyunseung let out an anxious yell and thrust his arms around in Jaeyoon’s strong grip.
Jaeyoon seemed to become tired of Hyunseung’s struggles, as he suddenly let go of the artist and punched him in the stomach. Hyunseung collapsed onto the ground, wheezing for air and crying, unable to catch his breath. Jaeyoon picked him up and shoved him back against the wall, hard, and Hyunseung’s vision blacked out for a moment.
He was thrown on a couch. Jaeyoon ripped his shirt off, licked his tears off his face. Hyunseung was disoriented, confused, and the tears came down thickly, unable to cry for help because of the harsh sobs tearing at his throat.
“No,” he choked out between gasps of air, “stop,” but Jaeyoon wasn’t listening. He palmed Hyunseung’s crotch through his skinny jeans and when Hyunseung tried to sit up and fight off his hands, he backhanded his face again. Hyunseung fell back to the couch, dazed and felt Jaeyoon working on his pants.
****
Junhyung shifted in his seat anxiously. He was bored, having arrived at the studio early due to his untimely wakeup. He wasn’t even scheduled to be fitted into his stage costume for another twenty minutes, so Junhyung decided to wander. He stepped out of his room and walked down the hallway aimlessly, stopping to chat with some friends and acquaintances he ran across. As he traversed around, he thought he heard a thump from a door followed by some weird sounds. Junhyung wasn’t going to pay it any thought, wasn’t going to bother with it, when he thought he heard crying.
Junhyung scowled. He hated getting involved in other people’s problems. But what if someone had fallen and hurt themselves?
He knocked on the door. “Hello,” he tried. “Is everything okay?”
****
Jaeyoon cussed at the knock on the door, stilling over Hyunseung’s prone body. Through glazed eyes, Hyunseung saw the man on top of him begin to unbutton his pant buttons and his tears ran thicker, arms pinned under heavy knees.
“Everything’s fine,” Jaeyoon called out loudly. “Thanks though.”
“Are you sure,” came the voice through the door. Hyunseung’s sobs hitched as he recognized the comforting tenor. Realizing this was his only chance, Hyunseung tried to gather his voice.
“JUNHYUNG HELP ME!” he screamed, airless and desperate and Jaeyoon slammed his fist into Hyunseung’s chest in a panic.
“Fuck!” He yelled and Hyunseung choked, fighting for air again. He tried to call out a second time but couldn’t catch his breath and couldn’t see and oh my god he was going to get raped. He felt Jaeyoon move in a flurry, ripping his pants off and trying to slide Hyunseung’s down over his hips. Hyunseung bucked up and tried to knee at the stronger man, but he wheezed and the lack of air made him so dizzy.
****
Junhyung, upon hearing a familiar voice screaming from inside, slammed the door open and ran in to see a vaguely familiar person trying to pull off Hyunseung’s pants while the smaller man was crying and gasping under him.
Seeing red, Junhyung let out a shout of rage and ran over, throwing the larger man off Hyunseung and onto the ground. He immediately sat on him and punched the now recognized idol in the face. “Fucking fuck, I’ll fucking kill you!” he yelled angrily, punching Jaeyoon hard in the mouth again.
Hyunseung lay helplessly on the couch, trying to breathe. “Jun-” he gasped. “Junhyu-stop-”
Junhyung continued to hit at the now prone man under him. “How dare you fucking touch him!” He yelled angrily, punching the now bloody face. Suddenly he felt a hand on his arm and he whirled around to confront the new person but it was Hyunseung. Hyunseung, hiccupping and with red swells all over his face and neck and Junhyung stopped. He began to shake looking into the red, swollen, distressed face of his makeup artist and he quickly rearranged his priorities from killing the asshole under him to taking care of the man in front of him.
Junhyung lifted the light man up into his arms and cradled his head against his chest. “Right,” he mumbled to himself distractedly. “Seung, let’s get you out of here.”
Hyunseung shook in his arms and nodded assent as the realization that it was over sunk into his head. Junhyung quickly left the room and all but sprinted to his own, passing people and their gasps of concern in a flash as he focused on getting Hyunseung somewhere safe and quiet where he could assess his wounds.
He flew into his room and slammed the door behind him, startling Dongwoon who took one glace at the scene in front of him and lifted the phone up to his ears, calling a doctor without question. Junhyung appreciated his order of handling things.
Assess, calm, fix, and then go murder later is what he kept telling himself.
He lay Hyunseung down on the couch and took a mental inventory. Massive swelling on his face, throat, and stomach, as well as a couple cuts, no shirt, unbuttoned pants…Junhyung took a deep breath to calm himself.
Dongwoon got off the phone. “What happened,” he asked quietly. Hyunseung was still staring quietly at the ceiling.
“Some other artist,” Junhyung murmured. “Luckily, I was there in time.”
Hyunseung heard those words and his face scrunched horribly before he began letting out heavy sobs, breath hitching often as he tried to get air properly into his lungs. Keens pierced the air and without thinking Junhyung pulled him up a bit and wrapped him in his arms.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he kept whispering into the smaller man’s ears. He murmured nonsense and words of comfort into his hair until Hyunseung began to calm down, keens becoming whimpers, breaths evening out. Hyunseung remained safely ensconced in Junhyung’s arms for a small eternity.
When it was time for Junhyung to be fitted into his costume he refused, claiming a personal emergency and withdrawing from the performance. Hyunseung sat cradled in his arms until the doctor came and patched him up.
****
Yoseob was chatting with Joon when suddenly Key burst into the room. “Ohmigahd,” he exclaimed. “Junhyung was seen running down the hall with our makeup artist in his arms practically naked!! And it gets even better! He beat the living hell out of Jaeyoon!”
“That damn prick deserves it,” G.O commented idly, not really caring about the conversation.
Yoseob froze. “Hyunnie?” he whirled around. “Where is he? Is he okay? What’s going on?” Key gave a weird look at the stranger and said slowly,
“He’s in Junhyung’s room now, I guess. He certainly didn’t leave from there. But are you sure you want to interrupt them?!” Key yelled uselessly as Yoseob sprinted out of the room.
“Are you sure that’s what they’re doing?” Seungho asked at the diva.
“I’m assuming so,” Key said. “I’m going for the ‘fight for Hyunseung’s love’ theory. It certainly makes one feel warm inside, doesn’t it?”
****
After calming down an almost hysterical, murderous Yoseob, Junhyung let the younger man take the now sleeping makeup artist home. He went home himself, and sat up all night, trying to calm down the thoughts whirling in his head.
****
Doojoon was waiting in the parking garage for Yoseob by the time he pulled up with a sleeping Hyunseung in the passenger’s seat. He had gotten a garbled version of what transpired, but it was enough to know that his lover’s best friend was in trouble, and he needed Yoseob’s comfort.
Doojoon picked Hyunseung out of the seat effortlessly and carried him into their apartment, Yoseob following shortly behind. They set Hyunseung down on the spare bed and looked at each other.
“Should we wake him up,” Doojoon whispered.
“The doctor says we should in case he has a concussion. Besides, he should eat something,” Yoseob replied. “I wish we could just let him sleep until morning.”
Doojoon pursed his lips worriedly and said nothing more.
Yoseob lightly touched Hyunseung’s shoulder. “Seung,” he said softly, “Seung it’s Yoseob. Wake up.”
Hyunseung woke up slowly, still groggy. “Seob?” He murmured.
“Yeah, Seung, I’m going to make you some soup. Do you want some water?”
Hyunseung swallowed before nodding.
“Okay,” Yoseob said comfortingly and gave Doojoon a look.
“I got it,” Doojoon said immediately, smiling at Hyunseung and giving one last look at Yoseob before leaving the room.
After Hyunseung sipped at some hot soup, he stopped, claiming lack of appetite. Yoseob was disappointed but understanding, and Doojoon again volunteered to leave the room and take care of the dishes.
Doojoon didn’t know what happened, but when he came back ten minutes later, Hyunseung was crying into Yoseob’s arms and his lover was singing to him softly.
Two hours later, with Hyunseung finally at peace and asleep, Doojoon held Yoseob in his arms as the smaller man cried hot tears into his shoulder.
Pairing: Junseung, side: Kiwoon, Dooseob
Genre: AU, romance
Rating: R
warning: violent scenes in this chapter
Summary: Hyunseung is a celebrity makeup artist who is too pretty to be left alone by other idols. Junhyung is no exception to this rule (even if he’d like to think he is).
A.N: because I get the feeling some would enjoy my death after reading this chapter, I promise the next one will be up soon. kkkk~
Brushstrokes (3)
Hyunseung’s eyes flew around the room, looking for an escape, but the only way out was the door behind his assailant.
His assailant. Hyunseung felt like crying. Why didn’t he make a ruckus? If he weren’t so determined to not cause trouble, he may not even be in this situation.
Jaeyoon stared hungrily at Hyunseung’s neck as he swallowed nervously. “Why are you all the way over there,” he asked, coming closer to the makeup artist. Hyunseung’s eyes darted around and he suddenly ran towards the door, but Jaeyoon caught him around the waist and pulled him back. Hyunseung grabbed at his forearms, but felt nothing but hard muscle underneath his hands. Jaeyoon lifted his feet off the ground and walked two brisk steps to the wall and pushed Hyunseung hard against it.
Hyunseung let out a gasp and choked in air, winded from the force of the push. He tried to kick out but Jaeyoon wrapped his legs around his and one hand clasped both of Hyunseung’s wrists together. The other one came up and caressed face gently. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he said, looking at Hyunseung’s red face and wide eyes.
Hyunseung shook his head to the side and tried to escape the offending hand but Jaeyoon grabbed his chin and banged the smaller man’s head against the wall. Hyunseung’s head pounded and his ears rang. Suddenly a tongue was invading his mouth and Hyunseung yelped at the intrusion. Jaeyoon held his jaw tightly with one hand, forcing Hyunseung’s mouth open and unable to bite on his tongue. Hyunseung was scared with how helpless he was. Frustrated tears began to well up in his eyes. Jaeyoon stopped kissing Hyunseung and his hand moved down to pin the artist’s throat against the wall as his tongue dipped and ran along his neck and down to his collar bone. Hyunseung let out an anxious yell and thrust his arms around in Jaeyoon’s strong grip.
Jaeyoon seemed to become tired of Hyunseung’s struggles, as he suddenly let go of the artist and punched him in the stomach. Hyunseung collapsed onto the ground, wheezing for air and crying, unable to catch his breath. Jaeyoon picked him up and shoved him back against the wall, hard, and Hyunseung’s vision blacked out for a moment.
He was thrown on a couch. Jaeyoon ripped his shirt off, licked his tears off his face. Hyunseung was disoriented, confused, and the tears came down thickly, unable to cry for help because of the harsh sobs tearing at his throat.
“No,” he choked out between gasps of air, “stop,” but Jaeyoon wasn’t listening. He palmed Hyunseung’s crotch through his skinny jeans and when Hyunseung tried to sit up and fight off his hands, he backhanded his face again. Hyunseung fell back to the couch, dazed and felt Jaeyoon working on his pants.
****
Junhyung shifted in his seat anxiously. He was bored, having arrived at the studio early due to his untimely wakeup. He wasn’t even scheduled to be fitted into his stage costume for another twenty minutes, so Junhyung decided to wander. He stepped out of his room and walked down the hallway aimlessly, stopping to chat with some friends and acquaintances he ran across. As he traversed around, he thought he heard a thump from a door followed by some weird sounds. Junhyung wasn’t going to pay it any thought, wasn’t going to bother with it, when he thought he heard crying.
Junhyung scowled. He hated getting involved in other people’s problems. But what if someone had fallen and hurt themselves?
He knocked on the door. “Hello,” he tried. “Is everything okay?”
****
Jaeyoon cussed at the knock on the door, stilling over Hyunseung’s prone body. Through glazed eyes, Hyunseung saw the man on top of him begin to unbutton his pant buttons and his tears ran thicker, arms pinned under heavy knees.
“Everything’s fine,” Jaeyoon called out loudly. “Thanks though.”
“Are you sure,” came the voice through the door. Hyunseung’s sobs hitched as he recognized the comforting tenor. Realizing this was his only chance, Hyunseung tried to gather his voice.
“JUNHYUNG HELP ME!” he screamed, airless and desperate and Jaeyoon slammed his fist into Hyunseung’s chest in a panic.
“Fuck!” He yelled and Hyunseung choked, fighting for air again. He tried to call out a second time but couldn’t catch his breath and couldn’t see and oh my god he was going to get raped. He felt Jaeyoon move in a flurry, ripping his pants off and trying to slide Hyunseung’s down over his hips. Hyunseung bucked up and tried to knee at the stronger man, but he wheezed and the lack of air made him so dizzy.
****
Junhyung, upon hearing a familiar voice screaming from inside, slammed the door open and ran in to see a vaguely familiar person trying to pull off Hyunseung’s pants while the smaller man was crying and gasping under him.
Seeing red, Junhyung let out a shout of rage and ran over, throwing the larger man off Hyunseung and onto the ground. He immediately sat on him and punched the now recognized idol in the face. “Fucking fuck, I’ll fucking kill you!” he yelled angrily, punching Jaeyoon hard in the mouth again.
Hyunseung lay helplessly on the couch, trying to breathe. “Jun-” he gasped. “Junhyu-stop-”
Junhyung continued to hit at the now prone man under him. “How dare you fucking touch him!” He yelled angrily, punching the now bloody face. Suddenly he felt a hand on his arm and he whirled around to confront the new person but it was Hyunseung. Hyunseung, hiccupping and with red swells all over his face and neck and Junhyung stopped. He began to shake looking into the red, swollen, distressed face of his makeup artist and he quickly rearranged his priorities from killing the asshole under him to taking care of the man in front of him.
Junhyung lifted the light man up into his arms and cradled his head against his chest. “Right,” he mumbled to himself distractedly. “Seung, let’s get you out of here.”
Hyunseung shook in his arms and nodded assent as the realization that it was over sunk into his head. Junhyung quickly left the room and all but sprinted to his own, passing people and their gasps of concern in a flash as he focused on getting Hyunseung somewhere safe and quiet where he could assess his wounds.
He flew into his room and slammed the door behind him, startling Dongwoon who took one glace at the scene in front of him and lifted the phone up to his ears, calling a doctor without question. Junhyung appreciated his order of handling things.
Assess, calm, fix, and then go murder later is what he kept telling himself.
He lay Hyunseung down on the couch and took a mental inventory. Massive swelling on his face, throat, and stomach, as well as a couple cuts, no shirt, unbuttoned pants…Junhyung took a deep breath to calm himself.
Dongwoon got off the phone. “What happened,” he asked quietly. Hyunseung was still staring quietly at the ceiling.
“Some other artist,” Junhyung murmured. “Luckily, I was there in time.”
Hyunseung heard those words and his face scrunched horribly before he began letting out heavy sobs, breath hitching often as he tried to get air properly into his lungs. Keens pierced the air and without thinking Junhyung pulled him up a bit and wrapped him in his arms.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he kept whispering into the smaller man’s ears. He murmured nonsense and words of comfort into his hair until Hyunseung began to calm down, keens becoming whimpers, breaths evening out. Hyunseung remained safely ensconced in Junhyung’s arms for a small eternity.
When it was time for Junhyung to be fitted into his costume he refused, claiming a personal emergency and withdrawing from the performance. Hyunseung sat cradled in his arms until the doctor came and patched him up.
****
Yoseob was chatting with Joon when suddenly Key burst into the room. “Ohmigahd,” he exclaimed. “Junhyung was seen running down the hall with our makeup artist in his arms practically naked!! And it gets even better! He beat the living hell out of Jaeyoon!”
“That damn prick deserves it,” G.O commented idly, not really caring about the conversation.
Yoseob froze. “Hyunnie?” he whirled around. “Where is he? Is he okay? What’s going on?” Key gave a weird look at the stranger and said slowly,
“He’s in Junhyung’s room now, I guess. He certainly didn’t leave from there. But are you sure you want to interrupt them?!” Key yelled uselessly as Yoseob sprinted out of the room.
“Are you sure that’s what they’re doing?” Seungho asked at the diva.
“I’m assuming so,” Key said. “I’m going for the ‘fight for Hyunseung’s love’ theory. It certainly makes one feel warm inside, doesn’t it?”
****
After calming down an almost hysterical, murderous Yoseob, Junhyung let the younger man take the now sleeping makeup artist home. He went home himself, and sat up all night, trying to calm down the thoughts whirling in his head.
****
Doojoon was waiting in the parking garage for Yoseob by the time he pulled up with a sleeping Hyunseung in the passenger’s seat. He had gotten a garbled version of what transpired, but it was enough to know that his lover’s best friend was in trouble, and he needed Yoseob’s comfort.
Doojoon picked Hyunseung out of the seat effortlessly and carried him into their apartment, Yoseob following shortly behind. They set Hyunseung down on the spare bed and looked at each other.
“Should we wake him up,” Doojoon whispered.
“The doctor says we should in case he has a concussion. Besides, he should eat something,” Yoseob replied. “I wish we could just let him sleep until morning.”
Doojoon pursed his lips worriedly and said nothing more.
Yoseob lightly touched Hyunseung’s shoulder. “Seung,” he said softly, “Seung it’s Yoseob. Wake up.”
Hyunseung woke up slowly, still groggy. “Seob?” He murmured.
“Yeah, Seung, I’m going to make you some soup. Do you want some water?”
Hyunseung swallowed before nodding.
“Okay,” Yoseob said comfortingly and gave Doojoon a look.
“I got it,” Doojoon said immediately, smiling at Hyunseung and giving one last look at Yoseob before leaving the room.
After Hyunseung sipped at some hot soup, he stopped, claiming lack of appetite. Yoseob was disappointed but understanding, and Doojoon again volunteered to leave the room and take care of the dishes.
Doojoon didn’t know what happened, but when he came back ten minutes later, Hyunseung was crying into Yoseob’s arms and his lover was singing to him softly.
Two hours later, with Hyunseung finally at peace and asleep, Doojoon held Yoseob in his arms as the smaller man cried hot tears into his shoulder.