[On-Going] Dodging Bullets: 02
Title: Dodging Bullets
Author: forever_smilez
Length: Chaptered [2/?] 2,908 words
Pairings: Major: Junsu/Jaejoong | Junsu/ Yunho Minor: Yoochun/Liyin | Hankyung/Yeonhee
Rating: R [Contains strong language, sexual references.]
Genre: Angst, Romance.
Summary: Boxer vs Cop. Drugs vs Guns. Yunho vs Jaejoong. Winner takes all, Kim Junsu, his love, his heart, his world.
A/N: Enjoy!
Previous Chapter: Prologue|One|
*Flashback*
"Five six seven ei-" the dance teacher was suddenly cut off by a knock on the door.
"Excuse me! Sorry to disturb you, but the gym downstairs has been flooded due to last night's rain. Would it be possible to share this studio with my training class, there will only be the six of us" The tall instructor asked.
"Erm...sure, just please don't get in the way of my students" the young man replied.
"Of course, thank you".
"Ok kids, from the top".
As Junsu focused on his teacher at the front of the room, he noticed a slightly older man watching him from the back of the room in the mirror. He smiled as he checked Junsu out from head to toe, eyes lingering on a certain defined feature of his. He checked his own reflection, bright pink cheeks. Shit.
“Kim Junsu, are you ready?”
"Eh?...Er... yeah sorry..."
Waiting for their embarrassed classmate to compose himself, his friends giggled and laughed in amusement.
“See something you like?”
“Shut up!”
"Right less chatter kids. Ready...five six, five six seven eight!"
The feeling of still being watched clouded over Junsu as he continued his dance routine following his teacher’s steps intently.
The heavy beat of the music drowned out an attempted on conversation, his eyes always seemed to find his way back to the reflection of the boxer training in a corner, whispering and pointing in his direction.
The sense of being watched by a complete stranger made him nervous, it even freaked him out. He tensed up, got his steps mixed up, slowing his class down.
"Junsu, slacking are we?"
"Sorry hyung!”
"Focus! Ok from the top again" the teacher instructed.
He tried so hard to keep his eyes on his teacher, following each step correctly, but the guy was still staring.
Junsu’s moves were usually so smooth and sharp, he caught on quick, memorising and perfecting a dance routine within hours, he was always ahead of his classmates. He was the student others were envious of.
But that day was the total opposite, moves were weak, clumsy mistakes were made; loose footings were placed all over the place. He lacked something that particular afternoon. Focus.
“Ok guys, 10 minute break!”
Junsu turned on his heels towards the direction of his bag in the far corner; he attempted to swiftly rotate was mistaken as he slipped on the fold of his training pants.
Two pair of hands suddenly grabbed him, supporting his waist and back. Two guys from that boxing class.
Junsu looked up to see two striking faces gazing down on him.
"Hey...I didn't think my good looks would send you straight into my arms this soon" one of the men, (coincidently the one who had been watching him) grinned.
Junsu smiled shyly "th...thanks guys" he stuttered, jumping back onto his feet.
As he rushed to the corner of the room, he was slowing crowded by a bunch of his female classmates squealing like little children at the fact that Junsu was caught by 'two of the fittest boys ever!'
"What did he say?" "What did they look like close up?" "How did it feel to be caught by two boxers?" He was bombard with questions.
"Aish ladies, seriously?!”
"..." the girls looked at him intently, waiting for answers.
"HE didn't say much, it was the normal cheesy charm...THEY looked hot! And THEIR touch sent a rush of excitement through my body... is that what you want to hear?! I AM A GUY, IT DIDN’T HAVE ANY EFFECT ON ME WHATSOEVER! Argh! I need to sit down"
Who was he kidding? Since when had being a ‘guy’ made any difference, he still had feelings and emotions.
Running fingers through his hair he tried to shake out whatever it was that cause his mind to be like it was. It was no use though; as he raised his head the cause of his mistakes was right in front of him. That boxer.
He watched the older man train from the distance; he seemed to put his all into every single punch, every single dodge, every single block. His charisma shone through.
"That's enough for today class; see you in a few days"
Junsu swung his bag over his shoulder and followed his class out of the room.
"Leaving already?" a voice from behind him softy said.
Junsu turned around to find that boxer (as he referred him to now) walking towards him.
"Jung Yunho" he greeted, extending his arm out for Junsu’s hand.
"Ki- Kim Junsu" he stuttered as that boxer held his hand for a little too long.
"Well, Ki- Kim Junsu, I guess I'll be seeing you very soon then..."
Junsu was left flustered (again), watching him walk off; the ghostly touch of that boxer’s still visible.
~~~~~~
The beat of the loud music vibrated on the floor as Junsu walked up to stairs to the next floor where his dance lesson was held.
Usually he would ignore the music blasting through the room, but this time he felt the urge to be nosy.
As he tip-toed, looking through the glass, he scanned the room to find that boxer.
The figure in the boxing ring instantly caught his attention.
Yunho was in the middle of a match, his opponent looked twice his size, Junsu observed worriedly.
After a number of rounds and breaks, both men were obviously tired and dizzy.
The bigger man swung a right hook at Yunho resulting in the young man to forcefully fall back.
Junsu’s eyes widen, his body shook with fear as he watched the defeated man fall to the ground.
But he didn't give up; he wasn’t defeated quite yet. Yunho grabbed hold of the ropes and lifted himself back onto his feet. Taking a few deep breaths, he turned around and lunged into his opponent. Squeezing him tightly, trying to get his energy back.
The man pushed him off and attempted to finish the match by giving Yunho another hit, this time the younger man fought back.
Dodging his opponent's punch, Yunho expressed his anger. Continuously giving the larger man blows to his face. Right hook, left hook, right, left...finally he put all his force into the last punch.
His opponent was immediately knocked out, and Yunho was declared the winner.
Helping his opponent up, Yunho shook his hand and bowed respectably.
Junsu found himself smiling to himself as he continued to his class.
~~~~~~
"See you next week Junsu"
"Remember your trainers next time..." Junsu joked to his classmates form within the dance studio"...otherwise you'll be dancing barefoot-" his friends were gone.
Instead there leaning on the frame of the door stood the well-built young man with his all too familiar grin on his face.
Junsu bowed to him politely and walked pass him shyly, trying to catch up with his friends.
"I saw you..."
Heavy footsteps approached him from behind, louder and louder.
"...through the window" he whispered into Junsu’s ear sending a warm sensation throughout his whole body.
"Interested in boxing are we?"
His head still lowered, eyes glued to the floor, cheeks burning.
"Or maybe interested in a certain somebody...?" he asked gently tilting Junsu’s head up to face him.
"..." Junsu didn't know what to say as he struggled not to give that boxer any eye contact.
"Anyone I know?"
Their eyes met.
"Your face!" Junsu gasped, his instinct told him to touch his bruise as he lightly stroked Yunho cheekbone.
"It's nothing..."
"Does it hurt?"
"Not anymore..."
"..." he knew his cheek were tuning a bright colour of pink.
"Come on, let's go and eat" Yunho as he grabbed Junsu’s arm.
He didn't move.
The older man turned to look at him, they stared into each other eyes for a few seconds.
Junsu’s found his legs moved subconsciously forward with Yunho, guiding him down to a nearby cafe...
*End of flashback*
~~~~
“Junsu...Junsu!”
To be woken up in the early hours of the night was becoming something of a regular routine. The late night stumbling, the drunken slurs of his lover’s name requesting him to appear before him as the moonlight shone through illuminating the beautiful features of the young man. It was all too familiar to be woken up by Jung Yunho.
He had tried so hard to wait up, expecting Yunho to return, he was sure that the older man would...sooner or later.
Six hours he waited. His eyes defeating his attempt to stay awake; he was ready to finally give up as he drifted to sleep. Yet the echoes of Yunho’s voice were heard as if on purpose, he always knew when to strike.
Junsu pushed the corners of his pillows towards his ears, blocking out his voice. He would give up eventually; Junsu was too tired to deal with him tonight.
“Junsu are you awake? Aish for fuck sake who put that table there?! Junsuuu...!” a dragged out yelp from his lover followed by cluttering and the clapping sound of body against cold tiles made it impossible to block out.
Junsu cursed under his breath and mumbled tired words as he reluctantly dragged himself out of bed.
He rubbed his eyes searching for Yunho in the midst of the darkness. His soft footsteps are like a giant stomping around claiming what’s his in the ears of a high and drunken older man on the floor. Lying motionless, arms and legs spawned out forming the shape of a star, light illuminating his intoxicated yet perfectly lean figure on the dark tiled flooring. Almost like a shining star belonging up above to the dark skies.
Looks could be very deceiving.
“Junsu-ah, baby is that you?”
Under hooded eyes he reached out towards the sound of his Junsu approaching, forcing his eyes opened a blurred image appeared in front of him.
“What the hell happened?!”
"I...*hic*...I fell" he giggled, bringing one of his hand in to cover his mouth.
"How?!"
"This stupid thing..." Yunho replied as he carelessly kicked the coffee table beside him.
Junsu grunts as he lifts the older man onto the nearest sofa. His wrists are grabbed abruptly, the force increases as Junsu falls awkwardly onto Yunho’s lap. Faces inches away from each other, their breathing echoed through the room, Junsu’s heart suffers a minor intrusion.
"I missed you" the older man whispered as he softly brushed his nose against Junsu’s. He nips the corner of Junsu’s lip, running his tongue along his lover raspberry lips which had been abandoned way too long. His arm wraps around the younger man slim waist pulling him closer, the invasion of his personal space almost became foreign. His other hand reaches into Junsu’s locks, combing it through strand by strand.
Yunho bites against Junsu’s glistening lip, the younger man hisses. The perfect opportunity. He slips his tongue into Junsu’s mouth, the barrier of his clenched teeth stops Yunho from entering any further.
Junsu attempts to escape his lovers hold, but the grip was strong. Ridiculously strong for someone so intoxicated.
The older man trespasses further, hands travelling into Junsu’s t-shirt, cold hands running down the contours of his body. The sensation against his skin send’s a rush of tingles around Junsu’s body; it sends him withering at Yunho’s touch. He unconsciously weakens as soft moans escape, the barriers barricading the intrusion of his man’s tongue break apart.
The older man expertly glides his tongue into the sweet cavern, as their tongues touched dancing to a slow yet awkward rhythm. Junsu could instantly taste the alcohol, he hesitates as his mouth stiffens, he hated the taste of stale alcohol.
Yunho’s fingers traces circles along Junsu’s stomach, walking along the path towards his lover’s nipple.
Junsu’s head is thrown back as his right bud is trapped between Yunho’s fingers, the space that existed were quickly filled, tighter and tighter, forcing louder moans to bounce off all four walls.
His vacant hand travels up Junsu’s thighs, stopping dangerously close. The temptation was becoming almost unbearable and Junsu hated it. He hated how Yunho could do this to him every time, his lover sent rushes of shivers and heat around every single corner of his body, he was able to weaken at one single touch, moans were able to escape without holding back. Damn it Kim Junsu! He hated that no matter how many times Yunho would roll in drunk stinking of liquor and tobacco, how many times he wanted to ignore the calling of his name, he would just easily give in. He wanted to hate Yunho so much. However simple didn’t exist in his world, Yunho was always able to lure him into his spell. Deeper and deeper. He had a hold on Junsu.
Hands messily fiddles along the waistband of Junsu’s pyjama bottoms as it is gripped and forcefully pushed down to his knees.
Junsu’s mind fills with incoherent thoughts and images, his head buries in the croak of his lovers neck, lips quivering. He wanted this so so much.
He pulls himself away biting on his lip, “Yunho...”
“Hmm...?”
Words mumbles of the younger man’s lips, resting his forehead against the Yunho’s, he breathed heavily. Yunho’s hand was way too close by now.
"Yun-, stop..."
His request ignored as his lover grinded against him.
"You- You’re drunk" he managed to force out grabbing hold of his arm, stopping things from going further. Resisting temptation.
“Drunk? I’m not fucking drunk. Come on baby, I want you so much...I need you”.
He sounded almost desperate as he tried to lure Junsu in yet again.
"Not when you're like this"
“Like what Junsu? For fuck sake Su-ah I know you want it too, quit teasing”.
It became apparent to Yunho that they were both obviously aroused; Junsu’s resistance continues to be ignored as the older man pulls his shirt over his head and showers his warm bare chest with butterfly kisses. Fingers traced the band of Junsu’s shorts.
“No...”
To resist temptation was extremely hard especially when Junsu wanted Yunho to just strip him fully and make love to him. Tears cling onto the tips of his eyelashes as they reluctantly want to fall, biting down hard on his bottom lip; he knew that to Yunho it would be a quick fumble to satisfy his needs. Nothing else.
He’s drunk, it’s an act to get his leg over, fucking snap out of it Kim Junsu!
The older man’s hands are forcefully pulled away as Junsu escapes from his lover’s hold.
“Fucking hell Junsu make your bloody mind up, you either want me or not!”
“Aha ME!? Me make my mind up?! You bastard, it’s you who need to get your priorities straight!”
“What the hell are you talking about?!”
“This, us, everything! You claim that you miss me, that you care, that you love me...”
“I did miss you...I care, I love you...”
His words are slurred and hangs around Junsu’s ears for as long as the icing breeze outside, the cold lingers around his ears for a few seconds before it’s forgotten and disappears into thin air, the original warmth replacing what is known to crap to Junsu.
“Bullshit! The weeks you’d disappear overseas, no phone call, no email, even a letter if your technology skills were lacking, nothing Yunho. Nothing...”
The meaning of love in Yunho's eyes, it was unusual. But he did love Junsu, in his own stupid way. He did.
“You didn't even tell me you were coming home; I had to find out from the good old media! Do you know how that makes me feel? To not know the whereabouts of your own boyfriend. I’d stick up for you whenever people badmouth and belittle you, I bite my tongue for you. I’ve stuck by you through thick and thin, and am still continuing to do so, but I don't know how long I can carry this on for. I want to feel alive again".
"..."
"Yunho?"
The nudge to his arm did no good, it only made him groan, linking his arm into Junsu’s making himself comfortable as he continued to sleep.
Focusing his attention on Yunho's left hand which was resting on his thigh, Junsu gently held it as he intertwined their fingers together.
Watching him as he peacefully slept, pushing his fringe away from his face. He examines the older man’s perfect features. He couldn't remember the last time they held hands in public, the last time they both took a good look at each other, observing each single perfection or imperfection of their appearance.
He knew of Yunho’s nature, his 'life is too short' personality, he didn't mind. One of the qualities that drew Junsu to him was his determination, his passion in what he did.
However that determination and that passion seemed to have died, the Yunho he knew was nowhere near the Yunho he knows now.
Reminiscing about the day where they first met was what Junsu did almost every day for the past few weeks, it was what keep him sitting in their house, holding Yunho’s hand and loving him for another day.
The Yunho he knew five years ago did not existed anymore, he had disappeared.
Forever?
Junsu still holds onto the thought in the back of his mind, that his charming, passionate, cheesy boyfriend still existed within that stubborn body of his.
He is in there somewhere. Trouble was did Jung Yunho want to be found?
Could he be found?
~~~~~
Comments are loved! ♥
Author: forever_smilez
Length: Chaptered [2/?] 2,908 words
Pairings: Major: Junsu/Jaejoong | Junsu/ Yunho Minor: Yoochun/Liyin | Hankyung/Yeonhee
Rating: R [Contains strong language, sexual references.]
Genre: Angst, Romance.
Summary: Boxer vs Cop. Drugs vs Guns. Yunho vs Jaejoong. Winner takes all, Kim Junsu, his love, his heart, his world.
A/N: Enjoy!
Previous Chapter: Prologue|One|
*Flashback*
"Five six seven ei-" the dance teacher was suddenly cut off by a knock on the door.
"Excuse me! Sorry to disturb you, but the gym downstairs has been flooded due to last night's rain. Would it be possible to share this studio with my training class, there will only be the six of us" The tall instructor asked.
"Erm...sure, just please don't get in the way of my students" the young man replied.
"Of course, thank you".
"Ok kids, from the top".
As Junsu focused on his teacher at the front of the room, he noticed a slightly older man watching him from the back of the room in the mirror. He smiled as he checked Junsu out from head to toe, eyes lingering on a certain defined feature of his. He checked his own reflection, bright pink cheeks. Shit.
“Kim Junsu, are you ready?”
"Eh?...Er... yeah sorry..."
Waiting for their embarrassed classmate to compose himself, his friends giggled and laughed in amusement.
“See something you like?”
“Shut up!”
"Right less chatter kids. Ready...five six, five six seven eight!"
The feeling of still being watched clouded over Junsu as he continued his dance routine following his teacher’s steps intently.
The heavy beat of the music drowned out an attempted on conversation, his eyes always seemed to find his way back to the reflection of the boxer training in a corner, whispering and pointing in his direction.
The sense of being watched by a complete stranger made him nervous, it even freaked him out. He tensed up, got his steps mixed up, slowing his class down.
"Junsu, slacking are we?"
"Sorry hyung!”
"Focus! Ok from the top again" the teacher instructed.
He tried so hard to keep his eyes on his teacher, following each step correctly, but the guy was still staring.
Junsu’s moves were usually so smooth and sharp, he caught on quick, memorising and perfecting a dance routine within hours, he was always ahead of his classmates. He was the student others were envious of.
But that day was the total opposite, moves were weak, clumsy mistakes were made; loose footings were placed all over the place. He lacked something that particular afternoon. Focus.
“Ok guys, 10 minute break!”
Junsu turned on his heels towards the direction of his bag in the far corner; he attempted to swiftly rotate was mistaken as he slipped on the fold of his training pants.
Two pair of hands suddenly grabbed him, supporting his waist and back. Two guys from that boxing class.
Junsu looked up to see two striking faces gazing down on him.
"Hey...I didn't think my good looks would send you straight into my arms this soon" one of the men, (coincidently the one who had been watching him) grinned.
Junsu smiled shyly "th...thanks guys" he stuttered, jumping back onto his feet.
As he rushed to the corner of the room, he was slowing crowded by a bunch of his female classmates squealing like little children at the fact that Junsu was caught by 'two of the fittest boys ever!'
"What did he say?" "What did they look like close up?" "How did it feel to be caught by two boxers?" He was bombard with questions.
"Aish ladies, seriously?!”
"..." the girls looked at him intently, waiting for answers.
"HE didn't say much, it was the normal cheesy charm...THEY looked hot! And THEIR touch sent a rush of excitement through my body... is that what you want to hear?! I AM A GUY, IT DIDN’T HAVE ANY EFFECT ON ME WHATSOEVER! Argh! I need to sit down"
Who was he kidding? Since when had being a ‘guy’ made any difference, he still had feelings and emotions.
Running fingers through his hair he tried to shake out whatever it was that cause his mind to be like it was. It was no use though; as he raised his head the cause of his mistakes was right in front of him. That boxer.
He watched the older man train from the distance; he seemed to put his all into every single punch, every single dodge, every single block. His charisma shone through.
"That's enough for today class; see you in a few days"
Junsu swung his bag over his shoulder and followed his class out of the room.
"Leaving already?" a voice from behind him softy said.
Junsu turned around to find that boxer (as he referred him to now) walking towards him.
"Jung Yunho" he greeted, extending his arm out for Junsu’s hand.
"Ki- Kim Junsu" he stuttered as that boxer held his hand for a little too long.
"Well, Ki- Kim Junsu, I guess I'll be seeing you very soon then..."
Junsu was left flustered (again), watching him walk off; the ghostly touch of that boxer’s still visible.
~~~~~~
The beat of the loud music vibrated on the floor as Junsu walked up to stairs to the next floor where his dance lesson was held.
Usually he would ignore the music blasting through the room, but this time he felt the urge to be nosy.
As he tip-toed, looking through the glass, he scanned the room to find that boxer.
The figure in the boxing ring instantly caught his attention.
Yunho was in the middle of a match, his opponent looked twice his size, Junsu observed worriedly.
After a number of rounds and breaks, both men were obviously tired and dizzy.
The bigger man swung a right hook at Yunho resulting in the young man to forcefully fall back.
Junsu’s eyes widen, his body shook with fear as he watched the defeated man fall to the ground.
But he didn't give up; he wasn’t defeated quite yet. Yunho grabbed hold of the ropes and lifted himself back onto his feet. Taking a few deep breaths, he turned around and lunged into his opponent. Squeezing him tightly, trying to get his energy back.
The man pushed him off and attempted to finish the match by giving Yunho another hit, this time the younger man fought back.
Dodging his opponent's punch, Yunho expressed his anger. Continuously giving the larger man blows to his face. Right hook, left hook, right, left...finally he put all his force into the last punch.
His opponent was immediately knocked out, and Yunho was declared the winner.
Helping his opponent up, Yunho shook his hand and bowed respectably.
Junsu found himself smiling to himself as he continued to his class.
~~~~~~
"See you next week Junsu"
"Remember your trainers next time..." Junsu joked to his classmates form within the dance studio"...otherwise you'll be dancing barefoot-" his friends were gone.
Instead there leaning on the frame of the door stood the well-built young man with his all too familiar grin on his face.
Junsu bowed to him politely and walked pass him shyly, trying to catch up with his friends.
"I saw you..."
Heavy footsteps approached him from behind, louder and louder.
"...through the window" he whispered into Junsu’s ear sending a warm sensation throughout his whole body.
"Interested in boxing are we?"
His head still lowered, eyes glued to the floor, cheeks burning.
"Or maybe interested in a certain somebody...?" he asked gently tilting Junsu’s head up to face him.
"..." Junsu didn't know what to say as he struggled not to give that boxer any eye contact.
"Anyone I know?"
Their eyes met.
"Your face!" Junsu gasped, his instinct told him to touch his bruise as he lightly stroked Yunho cheekbone.
"It's nothing..."
"Does it hurt?"
"Not anymore..."
"..." he knew his cheek were tuning a bright colour of pink.
"Come on, let's go and eat" Yunho as he grabbed Junsu’s arm.
He didn't move.
The older man turned to look at him, they stared into each other eyes for a few seconds.
Junsu’s found his legs moved subconsciously forward with Yunho, guiding him down to a nearby cafe...
*End of flashback*
~~~~
“Junsu...Junsu!”
To be woken up in the early hours of the night was becoming something of a regular routine. The late night stumbling, the drunken slurs of his lover’s name requesting him to appear before him as the moonlight shone through illuminating the beautiful features of the young man. It was all too familiar to be woken up by Jung Yunho.
He had tried so hard to wait up, expecting Yunho to return, he was sure that the older man would...sooner or later.
Six hours he waited. His eyes defeating his attempt to stay awake; he was ready to finally give up as he drifted to sleep. Yet the echoes of Yunho’s voice were heard as if on purpose, he always knew when to strike.
Junsu pushed the corners of his pillows towards his ears, blocking out his voice. He would give up eventually; Junsu was too tired to deal with him tonight.
“Junsu are you awake? Aish for fuck sake who put that table there?! Junsuuu...!” a dragged out yelp from his lover followed by cluttering and the clapping sound of body against cold tiles made it impossible to block out.
Junsu cursed under his breath and mumbled tired words as he reluctantly dragged himself out of bed.
He rubbed his eyes searching for Yunho in the midst of the darkness. His soft footsteps are like a giant stomping around claiming what’s his in the ears of a high and drunken older man on the floor. Lying motionless, arms and legs spawned out forming the shape of a star, light illuminating his intoxicated yet perfectly lean figure on the dark tiled flooring. Almost like a shining star belonging up above to the dark skies.
Looks could be very deceiving.
“Junsu-ah, baby is that you?”
Under hooded eyes he reached out towards the sound of his Junsu approaching, forcing his eyes opened a blurred image appeared in front of him.
“What the hell happened?!”
"I...*hic*...I fell" he giggled, bringing one of his hand in to cover his mouth.
"How?!"
"This stupid thing..." Yunho replied as he carelessly kicked the coffee table beside him.
Junsu grunts as he lifts the older man onto the nearest sofa. His wrists are grabbed abruptly, the force increases as Junsu falls awkwardly onto Yunho’s lap. Faces inches away from each other, their breathing echoed through the room, Junsu’s heart suffers a minor intrusion.
"I missed you" the older man whispered as he softly brushed his nose against Junsu’s. He nips the corner of Junsu’s lip, running his tongue along his lover raspberry lips which had been abandoned way too long. His arm wraps around the younger man slim waist pulling him closer, the invasion of his personal space almost became foreign. His other hand reaches into Junsu’s locks, combing it through strand by strand.
Yunho bites against Junsu’s glistening lip, the younger man hisses. The perfect opportunity. He slips his tongue into Junsu’s mouth, the barrier of his clenched teeth stops Yunho from entering any further.
Junsu attempts to escape his lovers hold, but the grip was strong. Ridiculously strong for someone so intoxicated.
The older man trespasses further, hands travelling into Junsu’s t-shirt, cold hands running down the contours of his body. The sensation against his skin send’s a rush of tingles around Junsu’s body; it sends him withering at Yunho’s touch. He unconsciously weakens as soft moans escape, the barriers barricading the intrusion of his man’s tongue break apart.
The older man expertly glides his tongue into the sweet cavern, as their tongues touched dancing to a slow yet awkward rhythm. Junsu could instantly taste the alcohol, he hesitates as his mouth stiffens, he hated the taste of stale alcohol.
Yunho’s fingers traces circles along Junsu’s stomach, walking along the path towards his lover’s nipple.
Junsu’s head is thrown back as his right bud is trapped between Yunho’s fingers, the space that existed were quickly filled, tighter and tighter, forcing louder moans to bounce off all four walls.
His vacant hand travels up Junsu’s thighs, stopping dangerously close. The temptation was becoming almost unbearable and Junsu hated it. He hated how Yunho could do this to him every time, his lover sent rushes of shivers and heat around every single corner of his body, he was able to weaken at one single touch, moans were able to escape without holding back. Damn it Kim Junsu! He hated that no matter how many times Yunho would roll in drunk stinking of liquor and tobacco, how many times he wanted to ignore the calling of his name, he would just easily give in. He wanted to hate Yunho so much. However simple didn’t exist in his world, Yunho was always able to lure him into his spell. Deeper and deeper. He had a hold on Junsu.
Hands messily fiddles along the waistband of Junsu’s pyjama bottoms as it is gripped and forcefully pushed down to his knees.
Junsu’s mind fills with incoherent thoughts and images, his head buries in the croak of his lovers neck, lips quivering. He wanted this so so much.
He pulls himself away biting on his lip, “Yunho...”
“Hmm...?”
Words mumbles of the younger man’s lips, resting his forehead against the Yunho’s, he breathed heavily. Yunho’s hand was way too close by now.
"Yun-, stop..."
His request ignored as his lover grinded against him.
"You- You’re drunk" he managed to force out grabbing hold of his arm, stopping things from going further. Resisting temptation.
“Drunk? I’m not fucking drunk. Come on baby, I want you so much...I need you”.
He sounded almost desperate as he tried to lure Junsu in yet again.
"Not when you're like this"
“Like what Junsu? For fuck sake Su-ah I know you want it too, quit teasing”.
It became apparent to Yunho that they were both obviously aroused; Junsu’s resistance continues to be ignored as the older man pulls his shirt over his head and showers his warm bare chest with butterfly kisses. Fingers traced the band of Junsu’s shorts.
“No...”
To resist temptation was extremely hard especially when Junsu wanted Yunho to just strip him fully and make love to him. Tears cling onto the tips of his eyelashes as they reluctantly want to fall, biting down hard on his bottom lip; he knew that to Yunho it would be a quick fumble to satisfy his needs. Nothing else.
He’s drunk, it’s an act to get his leg over, fucking snap out of it Kim Junsu!
The older man’s hands are forcefully pulled away as Junsu escapes from his lover’s hold.
“Fucking hell Junsu make your bloody mind up, you either want me or not!”
“Aha ME!? Me make my mind up?! You bastard, it’s you who need to get your priorities straight!”
“What the hell are you talking about?!”
“This, us, everything! You claim that you miss me, that you care, that you love me...”
“I did miss you...I care, I love you...”
His words are slurred and hangs around Junsu’s ears for as long as the icing breeze outside, the cold lingers around his ears for a few seconds before it’s forgotten and disappears into thin air, the original warmth replacing what is known to crap to Junsu.
“Bullshit! The weeks you’d disappear overseas, no phone call, no email, even a letter if your technology skills were lacking, nothing Yunho. Nothing...”
The meaning of love in Yunho's eyes, it was unusual. But he did love Junsu, in his own stupid way. He did.
“You didn't even tell me you were coming home; I had to find out from the good old media! Do you know how that makes me feel? To not know the whereabouts of your own boyfriend. I’d stick up for you whenever people badmouth and belittle you, I bite my tongue for you. I’ve stuck by you through thick and thin, and am still continuing to do so, but I don't know how long I can carry this on for. I want to feel alive again".
"..."
"Yunho?"
The nudge to his arm did no good, it only made him groan, linking his arm into Junsu’s making himself comfortable as he continued to sleep.
Focusing his attention on Yunho's left hand which was resting on his thigh, Junsu gently held it as he intertwined their fingers together.
Watching him as he peacefully slept, pushing his fringe away from his face. He examines the older man’s perfect features. He couldn't remember the last time they held hands in public, the last time they both took a good look at each other, observing each single perfection or imperfection of their appearance.
He knew of Yunho’s nature, his 'life is too short' personality, he didn't mind. One of the qualities that drew Junsu to him was his determination, his passion in what he did.
However that determination and that passion seemed to have died, the Yunho he knew was nowhere near the Yunho he knows now.
Reminiscing about the day where they first met was what Junsu did almost every day for the past few weeks, it was what keep him sitting in their house, holding Yunho’s hand and loving him for another day.
The Yunho he knew five years ago did not existed anymore, he had disappeared.
Forever?
Junsu still holds onto the thought in the back of his mind, that his charming, passionate, cheesy boyfriend still existed within that stubborn body of his.
He is in there somewhere. Trouble was did Jung Yunho want to be found?
Could he be found?
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