Secrets of a Rockstar -- A 2Jun Fanfic
Title: Secrets of a Rockstar
Genre: love, with a sprinkle of fluff, a tiny pinch of angst, and a dash of smut (*~_^)
Pairings: 2Jun, Kiseob if you squint.
Ratings: NC17
Disclaimer: BAH, if I owned any part of B2ST 2Jun and Kiseob would be married and living happily ever after XD Sadly, I do not therefore they are not. But, a girl can dream can't she? ;]
Warning: Strong language and mildly graphic adult content.
Summary: Junhyung has changed over the years. He's transformed into someone that even Doojoon can't recognize, and Doojoon doesn't like it one bit. But when Junhyung shuts everyone out of his life, Doojoon decides that it's time for a little bit of tough love from the leadja. Can Doojoon bring the old Junhyung back, or will all his efforts have been for naught?
The boy that Doojoon had met and trained with for years, the warm, carefree, constantly smiling Junhyung, was no more. Fame had taken its toll on the poor boy and stamped out the once brightly glowing flames in his eyes. In his place was a young man who was cold, distant, and extremely private. It was a drastic change in personality for Junhyung, and one that broke Doojoon's heart.
He didn't like seeing Junhyung so beaten and broken, so different from his former self. He didn't like that Junhyung was so distant and cold, so cut off from the other members who looked up to him. What he hated the most though, was the fact that Junhyung never smiled anymore. That warm, bright smile of his never came around anymore. That was what hurt Doojoon the most.
He couldn't understand why Junhyung was so miserable as of late but he was determined to find out. So when the opportunity presented itself Doojoon cornered Junhyung in his room and locked the door to assure privacy. Of course, Junhyung didn't take to being cornered too well. He shoved Doojoon away and climbed onto his bed, headphones on and music at full volume. But Yoon Doojoon would NOT be ignored, no sir, so he climbed onto the bed and pulled out Junhyung's headphones. To which aforementioned rapper responded with yet another rough shove to Doojoon's shoulder.
"What the fuck Doojoon!?" Junhyung scowled and grappled for his headphones, only to have Doojoon launch them across the room, right into the clothes hamper.
"Junhyung-ah, don't close me out. Talk to me for a bit would you?" The older boy stared at Junhyung with a pleading look on his face but his pleas fell on blind eyes and deaf ears. Junhyung would rather cut an arm off than spill his guts to Doojoon.
"Fuck off Doojoon. I don't want to talk about shit with you. Just leave me the hell alone." Junhyung growled and rolled over onto his side, with his back to Doojoon.
Doojoon in turn frowned and reached over, flipping Junhyung onto his back and straddling his waist before Junhyung could turn away again. "What the fuck Doojoon!? Get off of me!!"
The older boy ignored Junhyung's outraged exclamation and locked gazes with him, a serious expression written all over the leader's face. "You're talking to me whether you want to or not Yong Junhyung. Neither of us are leaving this room until you tell me what's wrong with you."
Junhyung only remained silent and turned his head away from Doojoon so that he wouldn’t have to look into those brown orbs, and stared at the wall adjacent to his bed. "Come on Junhyung-ah. Talk to me, please. What's been eating you lately?"
Silence. The younger boy refused to open up to Doojoon, and so they stayed like that for a good two hours before Doojoon finally gave up and climbed off of Junhyung's lap. Upon his immediate release, Junhyung crawled under his blanket and curled into himself, sniffling quietly as he waited for Doojoon to leave.
When Junhyung heard the door click shut, he finally allowed himself to breakdown and cry for perhaps the 3rd time that week. He cried quietly into his pillow for what seemed like hours, until he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist from behind and he nearly jumped out of his skin. He felt a pair of lips pressed into the back of his neck and suddenly Doojoon's calm voice filled his ears. "Talk to me Junhyung-ah. Please don't shut me out. What's getting you so worked up? Hm?"
Junhyung sniffled and cleared his throat. "I thought you left already."
The younger boy felt Doojoon smile against the back of his neck and his heart skipped a beat. "Not on your life Yong Junhyung. You should know better. Now come on, talk to me."
Junhyung only shook his head and burrowed deeper into his mattress. "I can't. You can't help me anyway."
Doojoon chuckled and tightened his grip on Junhyung's waist. "I got Yoseob though his love problems, all of them. I got Kikwang through his AJ depression and Hyunseung through his Big Bang depression. I even got Dongwoon through his parent's divorce. I think I can get you through whatever it is that's got you so worked up."
Junhyung turned so that he could see the older boy out of the corner of his eye. "What if you can't? What if there's nothing you can do to help me?"
Doojoon smiled softly into Junhyung's neck. "Never say never Junhyung-ah. I won't give up until I get you through whatever it is that's eating you. Even if it kills me, I'll get you through this Junhyung-ah. I won't give up on you until this is over. I'll never give up on you Junhyung-ah. Trust me, please."
Turning until he was face to face with Doojoon, Junhyung searched his bestfriend’s eyes hesitantly for any sign that what he was about to admit wouldn’t forever ruin their friendship. Risking their friendship, after everything they had been through together over the years, wasn’t something Junhyung was willing to do but Doojoon wasn’t giving him much of a choice. So, mustering up whatever courage he could find, Junhyung leaned forward and touched his lips gently to Doojoon’s.
He only allowed the kiss to last for a brief second before turning to face the wall once more. It wasn’t how he had intended on confessing, not that he’d ever planned to confess in the first place, but there was no erasing what had just transpired between them. His secret was out and they would either continue to be bestfriends or their relationship would be forever awkward.
Minutes that felt more like hours passed by in silence as Junhyung scrutinized the paint chipping away on his walls while he waited for a response that had yet to come. He waited for Doojoon to either pretend like nothing had happened or storm out of the room yelling at Junhyung to stay away from him. What he got was a repeat of Doojoon situated comfortably on his lap, a playful gleam in his eye. “That’s what you’ve been so worked up about?”
Junhyung scowled indignantly at his so-called friend. “You asshole, you think this is funny?”
“Idiot.” Doojoon smiled and leaned down, capturing Junhyung’s quivering lips in a soft kiss. “You could have said something you know.”
Junhyung snorted and stared up at Doojoon bemusedly. “So I was supposed to just come out and say ‘I love you, Yoon Doojoon’? Does that sound even remotely close to something I would say to you?”
Doojoon grinned brightly. “You love me?”
Color flooded Junhyung’s cheeks and he averted his gaze to the wall. “Shut up.”
“Okay.” Doojoon smiled and molded their lips together again.
And just like that their dynamic changed. No longer were they just the closest of friends and bandmates. They were connected in a way that few would understand or accept but it didn’t matter. It never really did. Whether or not society accepted it, Yoon Doojoon and Yong Junhyung were bound by a connection that ran deep into their souls. Bound by love (and lust) they were no longer friends, but lovers. They were in love. The needy, desperate, I-can-never-get-enough-of-you, demanding kind of love.
The kiss that had started out as an innocent meeting of lips blossomed into a heated meshing of teeth and tongue as they fought for dominance, as if to determine who would assume what role in their relationship. Warm hands mapped out heated flesh beneath cotton shirts, and hips rutted together harshly seeking any sort of friction to relieve their straining nether regions.
And then Junhyung needed to breathe, so Doojoon attached his lips instead to the soft flesh of Junhyung’s neck, directly over his thrumming pulse. He sucked and nibbled on the sensitive flesh, determined to leave his mark and claim what was his. Beneath him, Junhyung gasped for air, tiny whimpers of pleasure escaping his swollen lips every time Doojoon ran his tongue over the rapidly forming hickey on his neck. As Doojoon continued to abuse Junhyung’s neck, his hand slowly crept between them, expert pianist fingers wrapping around the swollen length hidden in his boyfriend’s boxers.
Junhyung keened loudly, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Doojoon’s hand traveled the length of his erection and his tongue traced the pulsing vein in his neck. But then Doojoon felt himself being pushed away, Junhyung’s hands splayed on his chest to keep him at bay while the younger boy tried to recover his wits. “Wait wait wait. I- You- We... What are we doing?”
Doojoon, hand still buried deep in Junhyung’s pants, tightened his grip and smirked mischievously. “Well, most people call it ‘foreplay’.”
Junhyung groaned and glared at the man with a vice grip on his erection through heavy-lidded eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant dipshit. I mean this... us... what are we doing?”
Doojoon just continued to smile, grinding his hips ever so slightly against the arousal straining against Junhyung’s jeans. “Well I don’t know about you but I was in the middle of consummating a new relationship with a certain someone.”
Clearly this conversation was going nowhere fast and Junhyung knew it, narrowing his eyes at the man looming over him with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Fuck you Doojoon. We’re still going to have this conversation later.”
That shit-eating grin that Junhyung had come to both love and hate remained ever present, even as Doojoon’s lips hovered a hairsbreadth above his own. “Okay. But I’d rather fuck you.”
Thus, several hours and orgasms later, both boys lay on Junhyung’s bed, sweaty and sated. Doojoon yawned, stretching his arms above his head and pulled the blanket over both of their naked bodies. “Night Junnie.”
Junhyung pouted and jabbed his finger into Doojoon’s cheek. “Yah. We still have to talk about this you know.”
Doojoon batted his boyfriend’s hand away lazily as another yawn escaped his lips, and he pulled Junhyung to him. “Tomorrow Junnie. We’ll talk all you want tomorrow.”
Muttering something about how stupid Doojoon was, Junhyung allowed himself to succumb to the sandman’s spell and the two fell into a deep slumber, forgetting entirely that the door was still locked. So the next morning when Yoseob’s annoyed voice floated through the door accompanied by several loud knocks, Doojoon rolled out of bed grumpily and threw the door open, forgetting entirely that he was not wearing a single shred of clothing. “Go. Away.”
Yoseob, upon seeing his leader standing in the doorway stark naked, shrieked and fainted dead away, landing with a resounding thud on the wood floor. This of course brought the three remaining members running out of their rooms to investigate the source of the noise. All three froze at the sight of their very much nude leader hovering half-asleep in the doorway of the second oldest member’s room staring in confusion at Yoseob, passed out on the floor.
And then Junhyung’s sleepy voice carried out into the crowded hallway. “Leave poor Seob alone and come back to bed you grumpy old fart.”
Doojoon glared at his younger bandmates, muttering “Whatever” to no-one in particular as he slammed the door shut and went back to bed, leaving the four boys in the hallway in a state of confusion and distress.
Trying extremely hard to forget what he had just seen, Kikwang approached the unconscious Yoseob and shook him until he regained consciousness. And when he finally came to, Yoseob mourned the loss of his previously innocent eyes, moaning sadly into Kikwang’s lap. “My EYES... My poor virgin eyes... How am I supposed to unsee THAT? It burns Kwangie... It BURNS... Ahhhh my virgin eyes.....”
Kikwang simply nodded and patted Yoseob’s back gently, understanding his friend’s plight. “I know Seob, I know. Just try not to think about it.”
Life in the dorm, Kikwang noted, had invariably changed. Whether for better or worse had yet to be seen.
“Oh god my poor eyes...”