[FIC] Gameplay
Gameplay
Junsu/Yoochun
PG-13. ~2100w.
Being around Junsu, Yoochun thinks, is like playing a game.
'Playing Junsu' prompted by illuminations. New layout thing just for this piece.
Being around Junsu, Yoochun thinks, is like playing a game. Yoochun finds himself using strategy after strategy to get closer to the win. He gains points as he levels up, a laugh or brush of hands or even a kiss, a bonus combo. But one misguided move, one thoughtless smile or throwaway comment and it’s game over. Back to the beginning.
A game with many characters, and every day Yoochun wonders which one Junsu will play.
level one
Yoochun stands atop the company building and stares at the ground below until he feels sick. As the feeling begins to reach its peak, he turns away and lights up a cigarette. His cellphone vibrates in his pocket.
“Hello,” he says into the receiver, disinterested.
Junsu replies, “Where are you?”
Yoochun inhales and lets the smoke seep into his body and repress the sickness. “Wondering what it’d be like to jump off a building.”
Junsu sighs. “Right. Sure.”
“Sorry,” Yoochun says automatically. “Should I be somewhere?”
“I’m done with my part. You’re next.”
Yoochun smiles and quietly sings a few of Junsu’s lines.
Junsu laughs and says, “That’s just like me!”
“I know.” Yoochun flicks the remains of his cigarette over the edge of the building. “How many stars do I get?”
Junsu laughs again. “Five,” he answers warmly. “Gold ones.”
When Yoochun wanders back into the recording booth, chewing gum as a poor cover-up for the smoke, Junsu smiles at him and links their fingers together briefly. He squeezes gently and then pushes Yoochun towards the microphone.
level two
Yoochun aches from a day spent laughing. It happens this way sometimes, an early and gruelling schedule but everyone is sharp and witty and happy to be busy. Jaejoong keeps cracking jokes, whipping out the mini soy sauce whenever the laughter seems to die down. Changmin and Junsu are bickering about everything and nothing, slapping each other indignantly. Yunho and Yoochun watch on affectionately.
“Your members are insane,” Yoochun chuckles, elbowing Yunho in the ribs. “What kind of leadership is this?”
Yunho shrugs and reaches out automatically to catch a stumbling Jaejoong. “The kind that takes a break every now and again.”
Yoochun starts to smile, but ends up yelling as Junsu barrels into him in an attempt to escape Changmin’s wrath. “Can’t hit me now!” Junsu yells, hiding behind Yoochun and gripping onto his waist. “Yoochun’s in the way and you can’t hit him ‘cause he’ll cry.”
“Excuse me,” Yoochun says, offended. “I will not cry.”
“Yeah, right,” Changmin snorts, grinning. “But we won’t test that. My fists are reserved only for Jaejoong and Junsu.”
“Good to know,” Yoochun replies dryly. He tries not to squirm as Junsu’s fingers flex into his hips.
“Relinquish your hold on the ugly one,” Changmin demands. “Hand him over and no one gets hurt.” Yoochun raises an eyebrow. “Well,” Changmin concedes, “no one else, at least.”
“Why should I?” Yoochun says, joining in. “I like Junsu. What do I get in return?” Junsu wraps his arms around Yoochun’s waist a little more and cuddles into him.
“A month’s supply of caffeine pills,” Changmin barters. “And I’ll let you go into makeup last for a week.”
“Done,” Yoochun says, grinning.
“Hey!” Junsu protests. “Am I that worthless? Do I mean so little to you?”
Yoochun laughs, his belly warm against Junsu’s hands. “Caffeine, Junsu. What do you want me to say?” Junsu huffs and digs his fingers in, tickling Yoochun’s non-existent abs and his prominent ribs. Yoochun wriggles against the cruel torture, laughing and gasping for air. He holds his arms out and tries to walk backwards, Junsu stumbling along behind him. “Sorry, Changmin,” Yoochun wheezes. “You can’t have him. Even caffeine isn’t worth this. Junsu, stop it!”
Junsu chuckles, warm breaths against Yoochun’s neck. “Stop wh-Oh!” he exclaims, startled as they back into a wall.
Yoochun squishes himself flat against Junsu and raises his chin defiantly. “Not today, Shim Changmin.”
Changmin bites his lip, desperately trying to hide his amusement. Too bad his eyes are giving him away. He shakes his fist mock-angrily. “I’ll get you, Kim Junsu. Sleep with one eye open.”
Yoochun watches Changmin flounce off towards Jaejoong and is suddenly aware of Junsu shaking behind him. He turns, immediately concerned.
Junsu is laughing. “You saved me! Oh, Prince Yoochun.”
Yoochun steps away and shoves Junsu gently. “Yeah, yeah. You owe me, Princess.”
Junsu grabs Yoochun’s hand and pulls him through the large studio. “Come on, let’s sneak down to catering and I’ll buy you whatever you want.”
“That stuff is free!”
Junsu smiles, full of childish innocence. “It’s the thought that counts,” he explains, and races Yoochun down the corridor.
level three
Jaejoong says, “Aww,” as soon as he and Yoochun quietly step into the apartment. Yoochun toes off his shoes and peeks over Jaejoong’s shoulder. He smiles at the scene: Yunho and Junsu are curled up together on the sofa. They’re both asleep and Yunho is holding Junsu to his chest protectively. The main menu of a DVD is flickering on the television.
“Precious,” Jaejoong whispers.
Yoochun has to agree. “If he were conscious, Junsu would murder Yunho for holding him like that.”
Jaejoong laughs behind his hand and tiptoes around the couch to turn off the television. “Should we wake them?” he asks, kneeling down and smiling at them tenderly. “They look so cute.”
“Don’t let them hear you say that,” Yoochun warns. “We’re flying out in-“ he checks his watch and groans, “-A few hours. We should move them to beds.”
“Dibs on Yunho,” Jaejoong murmurs quickly. “You can face waking him up,” he says, referring to their manager.
Yoochun frowns. “Thanks.” He sighs and gently begins pulling Junsu away from Yunho. Yunho grunts in his sleep and tightens his hold on Junsu. Yoochun groans out a, “Great!” and yanks Junsu up so hard that he startles awake.
“Wha?” Junsu mumbles, scowling in sleepy confusion.
Yoochun bites his lip at the adorable image and manoeuvres Junsu onto his feet. “Bed,” he says firmly.
Junsu trips a bit and clings to Yoochun. “Tired,” he whines.
Yoochun leads them carefully towards Junsu’s bedroom and opens the door as quietly as he can. Thankfully, their manager is face down on the bed and snoring. Junsu flops down on the bed and rubs his face into the pillow happily. Yoochun tucks him in before trying to creep out.
“Yoochun?” Junsu murmurs.
Yoochun looks back and smiles at Junsu’s sleep-squinty eyes. “Hmm?”
Junsu pulls back the covers and holds his hand out. “You need to sleep, too.”
“I have my own bed,” Yoochun replies uneasily. Even in the dark, he can see Junsu roll his eyes.
“Untouched for a week. C’mon. Tired. Sleep.”
Yoochun slides into bed with Junsu and nearly jumps back out when Junsu wraps his arms around Yoochun and pulls him close. He stays still until Junsu’s breathing evens out, then rests his cheek against Junsu’s chest until Junsu’s heartbeat lulls him into sleep. He’ll worry about the manager when they get up.
lose a life
The next night, Junsu is drunk on a few measly shots of tequila and pouting as everyone laughs at him. “M’not a lightweight!” he whines, waving his empty shot glass around. “Prove it. Give me ‘nother one, Yoochun.”
Yoochun shakes his head and wraps his arm around Junsu’s shoulder. “I don’t think so, Junko. I won’t love you anymore if you throw up on me.”
Junsu looks up at him with big, baleful eyes. Far too expressive and far too close. “No love?”
Jaejoong says, “Aww,” and Yoochun wants to poke him for being so weak. Instead, he says to Junsu, “You’ll just end up in a mood with me tomorrow.”
“Won’t!” Junsu argues.
Yoochun laughs and forces his voice up in pitch. “Yoochun, how could you let me drink? That’s so irresponsible!”
Junsu elbows him in the stomach. “That’s not me.”
“Is too,” Yoochun argues playfully.
Junsu pushes his chair back and stands up slowly, over-compensating to try and prove he’s not drunk. “I need the bathroom,” he announces.
“Are you going to be sick?” Yoochun sighs, already getting up to make sure Junsu doesn’t die from alcohol poisoning.
Junsu gives Yoochun a funny look. “To pee, idiot.” He doesn’t wait for a reply, wobbling off towards the bathroom.
Yoochun sighs again. “I’ll go with him just in case.”
Changmin and Yunho share a knowing glance. Yoochun pretends not to notice and follows Junsu into the bathroom.
“Hey, hey,” Junsu says, washing his hands. “Privacy for the drunk?”
Yoochun bites back a smile. “Thought you weren’t drunk? ‘M’not a lightweight!’” he says, dramatising Junsu’s voice.
Junsu flicks water at Yoochun and launches himself at him. “Oh, Junsu, Junsu I love you. I met this-“ he pauses, mouth close and too hot next to Yoochun’s cheek, “-Gorgeous girl tonight, but Junsu I love yoooou.”
Yoochun pulls back to say, “That’s not me,” and kisses Junsu before he can reply. Junsu’s mouth is hothothot and open and tastes like salt and tequila and lime. Yoochun sucks lightly on Junsu’s top lip before biting down on the bottom one.
Junsu makes a tiny sound and pulls away, wiping his hand over his mouth. After a moment he says, “That’s not me, either,” before pushing past Yoochun and leaving.
lose a life
What Yoochun doesn’t expect is a third player.
Junsu’s new girlfriend is cute and bubbly. She’s not beautiful, doesn’t have an ounce of the sex appeal that Yoochun usually goes for, but she’s adorable. When Junsu sneaks her into the apartment, she presents them all with a small gift and a big smile. Yoochun is genuinely friendly towards her and laughs when Junsu holds her hand proudly. They make a picture perfect couple.
Junsu pulls Yoochun into the kitchen under the pretence of fixing some snacks. “Do you like her?” he says earnestly. “I mean, I like her regardless. But, you know, you’re my best-“
“She’s a doll, Junsu,” Yoochun interrupts. He smiles at Junsu reassuringly. “She’s perfect for you.”
Junsu beams happily and hugs Yoochun. “I really like her,” he whispers against Yoochun’s hair.
Yoochun pushes Junsu back and touches his face. “I know. How about I herd the cattle out so you two can spend some time together, huh?”
Junsu’s cheeks colour. “I, uh.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Yoochun laughs, bumping their hips together. “I’ll take them out for dinner, my treat. That should work.”
Before Junsu can reply, Yoochun is already gathering everyone up and shooing them towards the front door. Yunho yells, “Have fun you-“ but the door closes halfway through.
“You okay?” Jaejoong asks, keeping Yoochun back a few paces.
“Sure,” Yoochun says, fishing around his pockets for a cigarette. Jaejoong gives him a meaningful look. “What?” Yoochun laughs. “It’s all good. She’s not the enemy.”
And with sudden clarity, Yoochun realises that she isn’t. He is.
game over
Yoochun is shaken awake from a restless sleep to find Junsu leaning over his bed. “Junsu?” he croaks, not sure if he’s still dreaming.
Junsu’s eyes are shiny with tears, clashing with the hard set of his expression. Yoochun sits up and reaches for him, but Junsu jerks away. “I couldn’t do it,” he whispers.
Yoochun tries to blink away his confusion. “What?”
“She wanted-“ Junsu’s voice wavers and he pauses to compose himself, “-She wanted to… but I couldn’t.”
“Oh.” Yoochun catches on. “Oh. Junsu, that’s okay. We’ve been busy and we’re all tired. It happens.”
“No,” Junsu says vehemently. “I couldn’t.”
Yoochun is about to reply when Junsu presses their mouths together in a painful kiss. This time, Junsu tastes like salt and nothing else. Yoochun lets the heat run through his body for just a moment before gently pulling back. He cups Junsu’s face in his palms and frowns. “Hey, I thought that wasn’t you. What’s going on?”
Junsu closes his eyes and takes a deep, shuddering breath. “I don’t know what’s me anymore.” Yoochun shifts over and coaxes Junsu onto the bed next to him. Junsu opens his eyes again, the shine melting away. “I don’t want to keep on pretending,” he whispers.
In the bed next to Jaejoong, Yoochun lets Junsu make love to him. Awkward, fast and urgent, both of them aching, racing towards the finish. Yoochun keeps his eyes open, breathless from the rare exposure of Junsu’s true character. Every blink serves as a shutter, a picture stored in Yoochun’s memory. He fights at the very end to prolong the race, to keep Junsu inside for as long as he can. It ends suddenly, both of them gasping for air and something more.
Yoochun closes his eyes, only to find that the pictures didn’t save.
Junsu/Yoochun
PG-13. ~2100w.
Being around Junsu, Yoochun thinks, is like playing a game.
'Playing Junsu' prompted by illuminations. New layout thing just for this piece.
Being around Junsu, Yoochun thinks, is like playing a game. Yoochun finds himself using strategy after strategy to get closer to the win. He gains points as he levels up, a laugh or brush of hands or even a kiss, a bonus combo. But one misguided move, one thoughtless smile or throwaway comment and it’s game over. Back to the beginning.
A game with many characters, and every day Yoochun wonders which one Junsu will play.
level one
Yoochun stands atop the company building and stares at the ground below until he feels sick. As the feeling begins to reach its peak, he turns away and lights up a cigarette. His cellphone vibrates in his pocket.
“Hello,” he says into the receiver, disinterested.
Junsu replies, “Where are you?”
Yoochun inhales and lets the smoke seep into his body and repress the sickness. “Wondering what it’d be like to jump off a building.”
Junsu sighs. “Right. Sure.”
“Sorry,” Yoochun says automatically. “Should I be somewhere?”
“I’m done with my part. You’re next.”
Yoochun smiles and quietly sings a few of Junsu’s lines.
Junsu laughs and says, “That’s just like me!”
“I know.” Yoochun flicks the remains of his cigarette over the edge of the building. “How many stars do I get?”
Junsu laughs again. “Five,” he answers warmly. “Gold ones.”
When Yoochun wanders back into the recording booth, chewing gum as a poor cover-up for the smoke, Junsu smiles at him and links their fingers together briefly. He squeezes gently and then pushes Yoochun towards the microphone.
level two
Yoochun aches from a day spent laughing. It happens this way sometimes, an early and gruelling schedule but everyone is sharp and witty and happy to be busy. Jaejoong keeps cracking jokes, whipping out the mini soy sauce whenever the laughter seems to die down. Changmin and Junsu are bickering about everything and nothing, slapping each other indignantly. Yunho and Yoochun watch on affectionately.
“Your members are insane,” Yoochun chuckles, elbowing Yunho in the ribs. “What kind of leadership is this?”
Yunho shrugs and reaches out automatically to catch a stumbling Jaejoong. “The kind that takes a break every now and again.”
Yoochun starts to smile, but ends up yelling as Junsu barrels into him in an attempt to escape Changmin’s wrath. “Can’t hit me now!” Junsu yells, hiding behind Yoochun and gripping onto his waist. “Yoochun’s in the way and you can’t hit him ‘cause he’ll cry.”
“Excuse me,” Yoochun says, offended. “I will not cry.”
“Yeah, right,” Changmin snorts, grinning. “But we won’t test that. My fists are reserved only for Jaejoong and Junsu.”
“Good to know,” Yoochun replies dryly. He tries not to squirm as Junsu’s fingers flex into his hips.
“Relinquish your hold on the ugly one,” Changmin demands. “Hand him over and no one gets hurt.” Yoochun raises an eyebrow. “Well,” Changmin concedes, “no one else, at least.”
“Why should I?” Yoochun says, joining in. “I like Junsu. What do I get in return?” Junsu wraps his arms around Yoochun’s waist a little more and cuddles into him.
“A month’s supply of caffeine pills,” Changmin barters. “And I’ll let you go into makeup last for a week.”
“Done,” Yoochun says, grinning.
“Hey!” Junsu protests. “Am I that worthless? Do I mean so little to you?”
Yoochun laughs, his belly warm against Junsu’s hands. “Caffeine, Junsu. What do you want me to say?” Junsu huffs and digs his fingers in, tickling Yoochun’s non-existent abs and his prominent ribs. Yoochun wriggles against the cruel torture, laughing and gasping for air. He holds his arms out and tries to walk backwards, Junsu stumbling along behind him. “Sorry, Changmin,” Yoochun wheezes. “You can’t have him. Even caffeine isn’t worth this. Junsu, stop it!”
Junsu chuckles, warm breaths against Yoochun’s neck. “Stop wh-Oh!” he exclaims, startled as they back into a wall.
Yoochun squishes himself flat against Junsu and raises his chin defiantly. “Not today, Shim Changmin.”
Changmin bites his lip, desperately trying to hide his amusement. Too bad his eyes are giving him away. He shakes his fist mock-angrily. “I’ll get you, Kim Junsu. Sleep with one eye open.”
Yoochun watches Changmin flounce off towards Jaejoong and is suddenly aware of Junsu shaking behind him. He turns, immediately concerned.
Junsu is laughing. “You saved me! Oh, Prince Yoochun.”
Yoochun steps away and shoves Junsu gently. “Yeah, yeah. You owe me, Princess.”
Junsu grabs Yoochun’s hand and pulls him through the large studio. “Come on, let’s sneak down to catering and I’ll buy you whatever you want.”
“That stuff is free!”
Junsu smiles, full of childish innocence. “It’s the thought that counts,” he explains, and races Yoochun down the corridor.
level three
Jaejoong says, “Aww,” as soon as he and Yoochun quietly step into the apartment. Yoochun toes off his shoes and peeks over Jaejoong’s shoulder. He smiles at the scene: Yunho and Junsu are curled up together on the sofa. They’re both asleep and Yunho is holding Junsu to his chest protectively. The main menu of a DVD is flickering on the television.
“Precious,” Jaejoong whispers.
Yoochun has to agree. “If he were conscious, Junsu would murder Yunho for holding him like that.”
Jaejoong laughs behind his hand and tiptoes around the couch to turn off the television. “Should we wake them?” he asks, kneeling down and smiling at them tenderly. “They look so cute.”
“Don’t let them hear you say that,” Yoochun warns. “We’re flying out in-“ he checks his watch and groans, “-A few hours. We should move them to beds.”
“Dibs on Yunho,” Jaejoong murmurs quickly. “You can face waking him up,” he says, referring to their manager.
Yoochun frowns. “Thanks.” He sighs and gently begins pulling Junsu away from Yunho. Yunho grunts in his sleep and tightens his hold on Junsu. Yoochun groans out a, “Great!” and yanks Junsu up so hard that he startles awake.
“Wha?” Junsu mumbles, scowling in sleepy confusion.
Yoochun bites his lip at the adorable image and manoeuvres Junsu onto his feet. “Bed,” he says firmly.
Junsu trips a bit and clings to Yoochun. “Tired,” he whines.
Yoochun leads them carefully towards Junsu’s bedroom and opens the door as quietly as he can. Thankfully, their manager is face down on the bed and snoring. Junsu flops down on the bed and rubs his face into the pillow happily. Yoochun tucks him in before trying to creep out.
“Yoochun?” Junsu murmurs.
Yoochun looks back and smiles at Junsu’s sleep-squinty eyes. “Hmm?”
Junsu pulls back the covers and holds his hand out. “You need to sleep, too.”
“I have my own bed,” Yoochun replies uneasily. Even in the dark, he can see Junsu roll his eyes.
“Untouched for a week. C’mon. Tired. Sleep.”
Yoochun slides into bed with Junsu and nearly jumps back out when Junsu wraps his arms around Yoochun and pulls him close. He stays still until Junsu’s breathing evens out, then rests his cheek against Junsu’s chest until Junsu’s heartbeat lulls him into sleep. He’ll worry about the manager when they get up.
lose a life
The next night, Junsu is drunk on a few measly shots of tequila and pouting as everyone laughs at him. “M’not a lightweight!” he whines, waving his empty shot glass around. “Prove it. Give me ‘nother one, Yoochun.”
Yoochun shakes his head and wraps his arm around Junsu’s shoulder. “I don’t think so, Junko. I won’t love you anymore if you throw up on me.”
Junsu looks up at him with big, baleful eyes. Far too expressive and far too close. “No love?”
Jaejoong says, “Aww,” and Yoochun wants to poke him for being so weak. Instead, he says to Junsu, “You’ll just end up in a mood with me tomorrow.”
“Won’t!” Junsu argues.
Yoochun laughs and forces his voice up in pitch. “Yoochun, how could you let me drink? That’s so irresponsible!”
Junsu elbows him in the stomach. “That’s not me.”
“Is too,” Yoochun argues playfully.
Junsu pushes his chair back and stands up slowly, over-compensating to try and prove he’s not drunk. “I need the bathroom,” he announces.
“Are you going to be sick?” Yoochun sighs, already getting up to make sure Junsu doesn’t die from alcohol poisoning.
Junsu gives Yoochun a funny look. “To pee, idiot.” He doesn’t wait for a reply, wobbling off towards the bathroom.
Yoochun sighs again. “I’ll go with him just in case.”
Changmin and Yunho share a knowing glance. Yoochun pretends not to notice and follows Junsu into the bathroom.
“Hey, hey,” Junsu says, washing his hands. “Privacy for the drunk?”
Yoochun bites back a smile. “Thought you weren’t drunk? ‘M’not a lightweight!’” he says, dramatising Junsu’s voice.
Junsu flicks water at Yoochun and launches himself at him. “Oh, Junsu, Junsu I love you. I met this-“ he pauses, mouth close and too hot next to Yoochun’s cheek, “-Gorgeous girl tonight, but Junsu I love yoooou.”
Yoochun pulls back to say, “That’s not me,” and kisses Junsu before he can reply. Junsu’s mouth is hothothot and open and tastes like salt and tequila and lime. Yoochun sucks lightly on Junsu’s top lip before biting down on the bottom one.
Junsu makes a tiny sound and pulls away, wiping his hand over his mouth. After a moment he says, “That’s not me, either,” before pushing past Yoochun and leaving.
lose a life
What Yoochun doesn’t expect is a third player.
Junsu’s new girlfriend is cute and bubbly. She’s not beautiful, doesn’t have an ounce of the sex appeal that Yoochun usually goes for, but she’s adorable. When Junsu sneaks her into the apartment, she presents them all with a small gift and a big smile. Yoochun is genuinely friendly towards her and laughs when Junsu holds her hand proudly. They make a picture perfect couple.
Junsu pulls Yoochun into the kitchen under the pretence of fixing some snacks. “Do you like her?” he says earnestly. “I mean, I like her regardless. But, you know, you’re my best-“
“She’s a doll, Junsu,” Yoochun interrupts. He smiles at Junsu reassuringly. “She’s perfect for you.”
Junsu beams happily and hugs Yoochun. “I really like her,” he whispers against Yoochun’s hair.
Yoochun pushes Junsu back and touches his face. “I know. How about I herd the cattle out so you two can spend some time together, huh?”
Junsu’s cheeks colour. “I, uh.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Yoochun laughs, bumping their hips together. “I’ll take them out for dinner, my treat. That should work.”
Before Junsu can reply, Yoochun is already gathering everyone up and shooing them towards the front door. Yunho yells, “Have fun you-“ but the door closes halfway through.
“You okay?” Jaejoong asks, keeping Yoochun back a few paces.
“Sure,” Yoochun says, fishing around his pockets for a cigarette. Jaejoong gives him a meaningful look. “What?” Yoochun laughs. “It’s all good. She’s not the enemy.”
And with sudden clarity, Yoochun realises that she isn’t. He is.
game over
Yoochun is shaken awake from a restless sleep to find Junsu leaning over his bed. “Junsu?” he croaks, not sure if he’s still dreaming.
Junsu’s eyes are shiny with tears, clashing with the hard set of his expression. Yoochun sits up and reaches for him, but Junsu jerks away. “I couldn’t do it,” he whispers.
Yoochun tries to blink away his confusion. “What?”
“She wanted-“ Junsu’s voice wavers and he pauses to compose himself, “-She wanted to… but I couldn’t.”
“Oh.” Yoochun catches on. “Oh. Junsu, that’s okay. We’ve been busy and we’re all tired. It happens.”
“No,” Junsu says vehemently. “I couldn’t.”
Yoochun is about to reply when Junsu presses their mouths together in a painful kiss. This time, Junsu tastes like salt and nothing else. Yoochun lets the heat run through his body for just a moment before gently pulling back. He cups Junsu’s face in his palms and frowns. “Hey, I thought that wasn’t you. What’s going on?”
Junsu closes his eyes and takes a deep, shuddering breath. “I don’t know what’s me anymore.” Yoochun shifts over and coaxes Junsu onto the bed next to him. Junsu opens his eyes again, the shine melting away. “I don’t want to keep on pretending,” he whispers.
In the bed next to Jaejoong, Yoochun lets Junsu make love to him. Awkward, fast and urgent, both of them aching, racing towards the finish. Yoochun keeps his eyes open, breathless from the rare exposure of Junsu’s true character. Every blink serves as a shutter, a picture stored in Yoochun’s memory. He fights at the very end to prolong the race, to keep Junsu inside for as long as he can. It ends suddenly, both of them gasping for air and something more.
Yoochun closes his eyes, only to find that the pictures didn’t save.