nowhere to run

[jejungim]

nowhere to run ☆ 02/03
→ !au; jaejoong/yoochun; nc-17
→ wc: 10539 / for now: 19223/ ?

→ warnings/spoilers: Underage sex (16 & 17), talk of past non-con, graphic violence, language, mental illness, attempted suicide

Summary: After years of depression and suicidal behavior, 17 year old Park Yoochun is sent to a psychiatric ward for treatment. There, he meets Kim Jaejoong, an unstable 16 year old with a major anger problems. It’s just lust or love(?) at first sight? Later, when they have a chance for escape, they take it right away and run. After a wild week on the road, both boys learn that there are some things you just can’t run away from


  Part Two

→ wc: 10539 / for now: 19223/ ?

The next day was the same as all the others, except that in between group meetings, and gym, and one stupid class on meditation, Yoochun and Jaejoong tried to steal every spare moment to make out.

Yoochun could feel himself getting swept away by the rush of attraction and arousal. No matter how much he tried to fight it. He told himself that the next time they had a moment, he would tell Jaejoong that he couldn’t do this anymore. But when that next time came, Yoochun’s mouth was too busy kissing Jaejoong to do much else.

Twice he had to stop Jaejoong from giving him a hickey where everyone could see it. Instead, Yoochun had to urge his mouth further down to his collarbone, where Jaejoong was free to mark him up as much as he wanted. At least that’s what Yoochun thought. After finishing his shower one night, he absentmindedly walked into his room wearing only his boxers.

“Whoa!” Junsu said, startling Yoochun out of his thoughts. “That is one hell of a hickey!”

Damn it…his roommate. He completely forgot.

That’s what you get for getting attached. You get stupid.

Junsu was gawking. Yoochun flushed at the attention and quickly covered the bruises with a t-shirt, but that didn’t stop his roommate from questioning, “Damn…what have you and Jaejoong been up to?” Junsu was grinning and Yoochun couldn’t help smiling back. “And you can’t say nothing,” Junsu continued, “cause the proof is all over you.”

Yoochun laughed at that; he couldn’t help it, Just the thought of Jaejoong gave him a high.

“You two have been totally hooking up, haven’t you?” Yoochun nodded, blushing slightly, much to his surprise. Since when did he get embarrassed about sex?

Yoochun didn’t bother putting on his pajama pants. It was too damn hot in here for that.

His hair was still damp when he flopped onto his bed.

“You fuck him yet?” Junsu asked, and this time it was Yoochun’s turn to gape at his roommate. He didn’t think Junsu had it in him. He was usually so quiet. Guess he didn’t know as much about his roommate as he thought. Suddenly Yoochun felt bad. He hadn’t been spending as much time with Junsu as he could have, as he’d been too wrapped up in Jaejoong.

You’re such a shitty friend. I don’t know why he puts up with you.

“No, “Yoochun protested, ignoring the voice in his head. “How are we supposed to get time for that? With the way they watch us.”

“Well,” Junsu said, “They’re not watching you now.”

Yoochun considered that for a second. “Yeah, but he’s upstairs, how am I supposed to get past the nurse’s station? Not to mention the locked gate at the top of the stairs.”

Junsu smiled and sat up in bed. “There’s only one nurse and one orderly on duty at night. And they usually stay in the back office watching the late show. I could pick the lock on that gate easy.”

Yoochun sat up in bed then. “You know how to pick locks?”

Junsu nodded. “My parents used to lock me in at night. It was the only way I could get out to go to the bathroom.”

Yoochun was taken aback. He wanted desperately to ask Junsu why in the world his parents would lock him in at night, but he wasn’t sure it was his place.
Junsu must have seen the question in his eyes though, because he dropped his gaze to the bedspread and said softly, “They didn’t trust me not to sneak out and find something to cut with.”

He looked like he expected Yoochun to start lecturing or something, but when Yoochun remained silent, not sure what to say, Junsu eventually raised his eyes to look at him.

With a self-depreciating smile, he said, “So you wanna go see Jaejoong or not?”

Yoochun thought about it. If he went right after the first bed check he would have an hour to get upstairs, be with Jaejoong, and get back in time for the next check.

Raising an eyebrow, he turned to Junsu, “You’ll help me?”

Junsu smiled then, a real smile, and nodded. “Sure, why not? Someone in this place should be getting some.”

Yoochun laughed at that. “Ok. Let’s do it.”

The hallway was empty when they peeked outside their room so they crept as quietly as they could down to the nurses’ station.

Junsu was right. TaeHyun was on guard that night and he was in the back office with the nurse, but they weren’t watching the late show. TaeHyun had the nurse sitting between his knees on the desk and the two of them were kissing passionately.

Yoochun cocked an eyebrow at Junsu while Junsu tried to hold in a chuckle.

With the only two people on guard sufficiently distracted, Yoochun and Junsu slipped past the desk and into the stairwell.

The gate at the top was locked just like they knew it would be, but Junsu pulled what looked like a straightened paperclip out of his pocket and went to work at it.

After almost a full minute went by without results, Yoochun elbowed Junsu in the side. “I thought you said you knew how to do this.”

“I do,” Junsu shot back. “Just give me a second.”

Yoochun nervously glanced back over his shoulder at the stairs behind him.

There was no one there and the only sound was the slight scraping noise of the paperclip moving in the lock.

Suddenly, the lock made a loud click and both boys froze, not sure if someone else had heard it. When no one came running, Junsu slowly pulled the gate open, only an inch at a time to avoid the tell-tale creaking.

Yoochun patted Junsu on the back and was about to pass through, when Junsu put a light hand on his arm and whispered, “Wait.” Then he pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket and the piece of gum from his mouth. Yoochun watched as Junsu squished the gum over the lock and sealed it with notepaper, effectively preventing the latch from clicking back into place.

“It looks like you might have done this before,” Yoochun said softly. Junsu grinned mischievously and motioned for Yoochun to go.

Yoochun peeked around the corner at the second floor nurses station. Thanking his lucky stars that it was empty, he hurried down the hall to Jaejoong’s room. Or at least to what he hoped was Jaejoong’s room.

With one last quick glance down the hall, Yoochun opened Jaejoong’s door and slipped inside. The room was fairly dark, but Yoochun knew which bed was Jaejoong’s, thanks to an impromteau visit the day before when they had snuck away for a few minutes alone time.

I can’t believe you’re doing this.

Shut up. Just…shut up, Yoochun thought.

He could make out Jaejoong’s form under the blanket and touched the boy’s shoulder lightly, not wanting to startle him. Unfortunately, Jaejoong jerked and cried out at the contact.

“Shhhh…” Yoochun said, not wanting to wake Chad, who was asleep in the other bed.

“Yoochun?”

“Hey.” Yoochun grinned as he leaned over so Jaejoong could see him better in the moonlight.

“Oh my God, Yoochun.” Jaejoong grabbed Yoochun by the shoulders, knocking him off balance so that he fell on top of Jaejoong with an Oomph.

Jaejoong immediately rolled over on top of him and they both glanced over at Chad who was still sound asleep.

“Don’t worry about him,” Jaejoong explained. “Once they give him his meds nothing can wake him up.”

Then Jaejoong was kissing him. They made out feverishly, just like they had been for the last week, until Jaejoong pulled back to tug on Yoochun’s shirt. “Can’t believe you’re here. Now get this thing off…”

He tried to kiss Yoochun and tug at his shirt at the same time, but finally Yoochun had to break free to yank the offending material over his head. Jaejoong dropped down on top of him again as soon as it was gone.

“We don’t have much time,” Yoochun whispered.

“Then we better make the most of it,” Jaejoong said before his mouth descended again.

Yoochun moaned into the kiss and bucked his hips. Jaejoong responded by grabbing Yoochun’s leg and tugging it up until it was resting on Jaejoong’s hip.

It felt like Jaejoong was trying to devour him as he ground their hips together.

“Shit…” Jaejoong groaned into Yoochun’s mouth as their cocks rubbed together through the thin fabric of their shorts.

Jaejoong already wasn’t wearing a shirt, and Yoochun dragged his hands down Jaejoong’s back to the edge of his boxers. His fingers lingered for a moment before pushing insistently. “Down.”

Jaejoong obliged and shoved his shorts down over his hips. His cock sprang free and bobbed back to his stomach, so hard and practically dripping pre-come.
Yoochun wrapped his palm around it, gathering the fluid and rubbing it over the tip, making Jaejoong buck and drop his head to Yoochun’s shoulder. Yoochun grinned started dragging his fist up and down, while Jaejoong gripped the bed sheets and bit down on Yoochun’s shoulder.

“Chun…” Jaejoong gasped into his ear. Normally, Yoochun hated that nickname, but he liked it now, coming from Jaejoong. Relished the way his name slipped out on a hitch of breath.

Jaejoong wormed his hand between them and pushed it down into Yoochun’s shorts. At the first touch Yoochun’s hips bucked, forcing out a loud whine.

Jaejoong groaned at the sound and Yoochun shoved over on his side, trying to give the other boy more room as Jaejoong started to stroke him. Fire shot up Yoochun’s spine and just like that he was coming, pumping hard and fast over Jaejoong’s fist. If it wasn’t so good, he might have been more embarrassed, but Yoochun was too blessed out at the moment to really care.

He felt Jaejoong’s fist closed over his own, fingers sliding though Yoochun’s come and guiding his hand. It took just a few more quick jerks before he felt Jaejoong stiffen and Yoochun forced open his eyes to take in the look on Jaejoong’s face.

Jaejoong released over Yoochun’s stomach and then flopped, boneless, down on top of him. Yoochun chuckled lightly as Jaejoong’s body continued to tremble.

Suddenly, the reality of the situation hit and Yoochun darted a quick look around the room. Surprisingly, Chad was still asleep. Whatever they gave him must have really worked cause he’d barely moved an inch. The rest of the room was blessedly empty. There were no orderlies bursting in, but Yoochun knew they had to be cutting it close. Shoving at Jaejoong’s shoulder, he said, “I gotta go.”

Jaejoong sighed. Yoochun could feel the weight of his chest rising and falling as his breathing started to slow.

Yoochun really didn’t want to leave. He wished he could just stay there and fall asleep with Jaejoong wrapped around him, but that would have to be another time. And Yoochun was sure there would be another time. There had to be.
Jaejoong rose to let Yoochun up.

Yoochun’s stomach and hand was covered in come, already drying and he hastily grabbed his t-shirt from the floor. Climbing out of Jaejoong’s bed, he swiped the material over his hand and chest, cleaning himself off as best he could.

Jaejoong straightened himself up as Yoochun crept to the door and peeked out the little window on the side. He saw nothing but an empty hallway, thank God.

Jaejoong rushed to his side, surely knowing they were on borrowed time here.

They were both smiling, the manic grin of two boys who just got away with something awesome.

Jaejoong leaned down and kissed Yoochun fiercely. “Be careful.”

Yoochun nodded, tilted his head up once more for another quick kiss, and then reached for the door handle. He couldn’t help it. He was still grinning when he stepped out into the hall and came face to face with TaeHyun, the orderly in charge that night.

Yoochun’s face fell. “Shit.”

Yoochun’s lack of clothes, he was wearing only his boxers and still holding his shirt in his hand, made it pretty obvious what he’d been up to. There was no denying it, so Yoochun didn’t bother.

TaeHyun pushed Yoochun to the side and opened Jaejoong’s door.

Jaejoong was just coming out of the bathroom, also clad only in his boxers. The look on his face and the fact that Chad was still fast asleep, told TaeHyun exactly what he needed to know, just who Yoochun had snuck out of his room to see.

TaeHyun didn’t say anything. He shut Jaejoong’s door, the loud click echoing down the hallway making Yoochun flinch. It was stupid cause it’s not like he wasn’t already caught. There was no point in keeping quiet now.

The look on TaeHyun’s face was blank, which Yoochun was grateful for. He still didn’t say anything, he just took Yoochun’s arm, and lead him back down the hallway.

The next day, Yoochun kept waiting to be pulled aside. He expected someone to lecture and tell him his punishment. But no one did, and the day started out as normally as any other.

He assumed he would see Jaejoong at breakfast, but he didn’t. Later, Yoochun heard that Jaejoong had to eat his meals in his room for the foreseeable future.
As the morning passed, Yoochun realized the full extent of his and Jaejoong’s punishment. He didn’t see Jaejoong once. All his group meetings were changed so that they were all on the first floor. So he figured Jaejoong was being kept on the second and out of Yoochun’s sight.

It wasn’t until later in the day that Yoochun found out why no one had confronted him about the incident.

He was called to the director’s office around 1:00, where he found not only Dr. Yunho waiting for him, but his mother, too.

“Have a seat, Yoochun,” Yunho said, gesturing to the empty one next to his mother.

Yoochun did as he was told, slouching down into his chair and crossing his arms like a petulant child.

“Sit up straight, Yoochun,” his mother snapped.

As Yoochun sat up, Yunho continued, “I was just telling your mother about the incident last night.”

Yoochun couldn’t help blushing a little. The last person he wanted to talk about this with was his mom.

His mother looked sharply at him, “You’re here so you could get help, Yoochun, not so you could mess around with some boy.”

“Jaejoong’s not just some boy.” Yoochun snapped.

“Who is he then? What’s he here for?”

She looked expectantly at Dr. Yunho.

“Kim Jaejoong is a 16 year old who’s been with us for several months. He’s being treated for a behavioral disorder. But I didn’t call you and Yoochun here today just to talk about the incident with Jaejoong. I called you here because aside from Yoochun’s sexually acting out, he has been making good progress.”

Yoochun’s mother raised her eyebrow at the doctor like she was having trouble believing it.

“He’s been on his medications for a month now. He’s opening up more. We think that as long as he continues to take his pills and continues to see a counselor, we can talk about his going home.”

Yoochun was shocked. He really wasn’t expecting to hear that. Looks like Junsu was right, playing the shrinks really did work.

“What’s going on?” Junsu asked when he found Yoochun in their room packing his things.

“They’re letting me go.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I have to find Jaejoong, but they are out there waiting for me. They’re not just going to let me go wandering around looking for him.”

“I think he’s in the gym. I’ll go get him.”

“Would you?”

Junsu nodded and headed for the door. “Sure, they can’t stop me from wandering.”

Yoochun did everything he could think of to stall: re-folded his clothes and re-packed his bag, made his bed, then made Junsu’s bed. He was just out of ideas when Jaejoong appeared in the doorway. He darted inside and grabbed Yoochun, pulling him into a rough hug.

“You’re leaving?” he said, on a heavy breath. He was sweating and Yoochun imagined him running the whole way here.

“Yeah, Jaejoong… you have to promise me you’ll do whatever you have to do to get out of here. I wanna see you…”

“Yeah… yeah, of course. I’ll get out soon. I promise.”

They kissed, frantic and hurried, knowing they only had seconds.

“Yoochun, we’re leaving.”

They pulled apart to find not only Yoochun’s mother in the doorway, but Dr. Yunho, too.

“Come on, Jaejoong. You’re not supposed to be in here.” Yunho said. When he gestured at the door for Jaejoong to leave, Jaejoong nodded and took Yoochun’s hand. He gave it a tight squeeze and leaned in.

“I’ll see you soon,” he whispered, but before Yoochun could respond, Yunho snapped, “Now, Jaejoong.”

Yoochun hefted his duffel bag over his shoulder and deliberately ignored his mother’s scathing look as he passed her to follow Jaejoong and Dr. Yunho out into the hallway.

“Jaejoong, go wait for me in room 3,” Yunho said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Jaejoong threw Yoochun one last look before he did as he was told and Yoochun was left alone with his mother and the doctor.

Yoochun tried to reassure himself that everything would be okay as the three made their way to the nurse’s desk. He still had to pick up the things that were confiscated from his bag, and apparently there was some more paperwork for his mother to sign.

“Remember Yoochun,” Yunho said, while they waited for the nurse to retrieve Yoochun’s things. “If you don’t want to end up back here, you need to continue taking your medications. It’s very important.”

Yoochun was looking down the hallway in the direction Jaejoong had gone, but he nodded when Yunho asked, “Do you hear me?”

“When’s Jaejoong going to be able to get out?” Out the corner of his eye, Yoochun saw his mother roll her eyes. “What?” he snapped at her. “I just want to know.”

“You don’t worry about Jaejoong,” Yunho said, reaching out to squeeze Yoochun’s shoulder. “Just take care of yourself.”

Yoochun’s mother thanked the doctor and then Yoochun was left waiting for her to sign his release papers. He watched in silence as Dr. Yunho headed for the room where Jaejoong was waiting.

“It will be good to have you home again,” his mother said, as the two of them started toward the gates that would let Yoochun back out into the real world.

They were almost to there when a loud slam made Yoochun jump. He looked back to see the door to room 3 nearly knocked off its hinges. Yoochun only had a second to wonder what was going on when he saw Jaejoong being dragged by the arms into the hall by two orderlies.

Jaejoong was struggling against their grip, trying to pull away and shouting, “No! You can’t do this! Let me go!”

"Jaejoong?" Yoochun turned to go back.

His mother grabbed his arm. "No, Yoochun."

Jaejoong was trying ineffectually to get away from the men holding him, pushing as hard as he could on the one who held his right arm. The man wouldn’t budge so Jaejoong threw his whole weight into him. The orderly stumbled back and let go of Jaejoong just enough that he was able to draw his fist. The punch hit the second orderly square in the face, but it didn’t do much good as two more orderlies appeared out of nowhere. The first easily put Jaejoong in a headlock, while the other grabbed hold of Jaejoong’s wrists.

“No!” Jaejoong screamed. His eyes found Yoochun's and he struggled harder, but it was no use. Jaejoong was a big kid, but these men were even bigger and outnumbered him four to one.

“No! Leave him alone!” Yoochun shouted. His mother was still attempting hold him back but Yoochun overpowered her. He was almost to Jaejoong when Yunho spotted him. The doctor stepped in front of Yoochun and got a firm grip on both his arms. Yoochun tried to pull away but the bigger man held fast.

“Let go of me! Jaejoong!”

The orderlies started to drag Jaejoong backwards down the hallway, away from Yoochun, as Jaejoong thrashed and shouted all the way. “Yoochun!”

“Jaejoong!”

Two more orderlies came running. They grabbed Yoochun and held him back while Jaejoong was being taken further and further away. Yoochun could do nothing but watch.

Useless.

“No! No! Please!” Yoochun pleaded at Yunho, but the doctor didn’t answer. And then Jaejoong was gone, disappearing through the double doors at the end of the hall.

~~~~~

Yoochun paced the small room. It was empty, nothing but brown carpeting from floor to ceiling. Hell, even the ceiling was covered. The floor was soft and squishy under his bare feet.

Why were they doing this to him? He just wanted to see Jaejoong. Jaejoong…Jaejoong…where was Jaejoong?

Jaejoong’s better off without you.

“No.” The word rebounded back and forth inside his head, slamming against the side of his skull. He squeezed the short hairs there and pulled hard. It should hurt. It didn’t. He felt nothing, not the force of his knuckles or the strain in his throat from screaming so loud.

He slammed his fists into the wall. They bounced back at him. It didn’t work. Nothing worked.

He continued to pace. The room was sealed. There was no way out and he couldn’t breathe. There was no air in here. He was suffocating. The room started to spin around him and he caught himself with his hand. He tried to find his balance. It was impossible.

They’re trying to kill you.

Oh God, he was going to die. He was going to die in this horrible fucking place. Everything was moving too fast. He couldn’t think straight. Why were they doing this to him?

Because you’re fucked up. Crazy. Insane.

“No!” Yoochun screamed. Everything would be fine. Everything would be fine. Fine…fine…fine…they would be fine. Yes…he’d find Jaejoong. They’d get out of here. Together. Together. Together. Yes, they would go together. Everything would be fine.

Damn it, he couldn’t stop shaking. Why were they doing this to him?

Yoochun screamed again and slammed his head into the wall. The cushioning in the wall bounced his head back and Yoochun screamed again in frustration. He punched the padding with his fists, rammed his head into it again and again, but nothing he did helped.

NoNoNoNoNo…Fuck…no. He couldn’t do this. He just couldn’t. His head bounced against the wall again, but it wasn’t good enough. Fuck them. Fuck them all. FUCK THEM ALL.

When they finally let him out, Yoochun had calmed considerably. He was sitting quietly against the far wall when the door opened and TaeHyun motioned for him to come.

Yoochun was led back to his room where one of the nurses was waiting for him. She held out a little paper cup and said, “Here. It’s your medications plus a new pill Dr. Yunho prescribed to help you with your anxiety.”

Don’t take it.

Yoochun didn’t want to, but he was exhausted. His whole body hurt as well as his head so he took the little cup of pills without argument. He wanted to refuse the water, who knew what they put in it, but his throat was raw from screaming.

Once the nurse checked to make sure he had actually swallowed, they let him go into his room.

“Are you ok?” Junsu asked, as Yoochun walked to his bed and flopped down. The mattress shook under him and he pulled his pillow close, squishing it under his head.

He cracked an eye open at Junsu. He looked worried, so Yoochun placated, “I’m fine.”

Junsu nodded his head and dropped his eyes. He wouldn’t look at Yoochun, just sat and played with an errant string on the side of his blanket.

Yoochun was almost afraid to ask, but he had to know.

“What happened to Jaejoong?”

Junsu still wouldn’t meet his eyes, which worried Yoochun even more. When he finally spoke, he said, “I guess he got in a big fight with Yunho. He thought he was going to get to leave and they told him he had to stay. I guess it got pretty ugly.”

Yoochun sat up on the edge of his bed. “How ugly?”

Junsu didn’t seem to want to say. He went back to picking at the bedspread.

“Come on, man. How ugly?”

“I guess he punched Yunho in the face, and when TaeHyun tried to intervene, Jaejoong punched him too.”

Shit.

“Where is he now?” he asked.

Junsu really looked reluctant to talk now. Yoochun’s heart sunk in his chest.

“They took him back to B-ward.”

“Ok…ok. So, when’s he coming back?”

Junsu shrugged. “I don’t know. Last time he was there for a month.”

“Shit.”

~~~~~

Yoochun hated this fucking place. They had no right to treat them like this. So he was done. Done giving them what they wanted, done playing their little games. For the next week, Yoochun refused to speak. He knew the staff didn’t like it, and they kept pushing, trying to get him to open up, talk about how he was feeling, but Yoochun refused. The only time he spoke was to ask about Jaejoong. How was he? When was he coming back? Was he coming back? But no one would tell him anything. So he took his pills when he was supposed to, ate when he was supposed to, but confined himself to his room the rest of the time, without saying another word.

Junsu tried to get him to talk, but still Yoochun refused. His head hurt, pounding behind his eyeballs. Day after day it felt like his brain would shake loose.

After nearly 15 entire days of Yoochun’s holding out on them, Mary pulled him aside after group. She led him down to the end of the hallway, where they wouldn’t be overheard, and said, “Yoochun, I wanted you to know, that Jaejoong was let out of B-ward this morning.”

Yoochun perked up immediately at her words.

“Where is he? Is he ok?”

Mary nodded. “He’s fine. He asked about you.”

“Can I see him? Please?” He knew he was begging, but he didn’t care, not if it got him to Jaejoong.

“Dr. Yunho doesn’t think it’s a good idea.”

Yoochun’s face dropped. He could feel tears threatening to fall, but he held them back. He wasn’t going to let these people see him cry.

Mary glanced over her shoulder down the hall, like she was checking to make sure no one was paying attention to them. No one was, so she took a step closer to Yoochun and whispered conspiratorially, “I disagree with Dr. Yunho, about keeping the two of you apart.”

Yoochun’s eyes widened. Of all the things she might have said, that was one thing Yoochun never expected to hear.

“They believe that this relationship isn’t good for you. But…” She glanced back down the hall again. “But I’ve watched the two of you together. When he’s with you, Jaejoong is…he’s calmer. He tries. He never tried before. And you…” She smiled softly. “You light up when you look at him.”

Yoochun didn’t know what to say. He was a little embarrassed to know that they had been watched so closely, but Mary seemed to be the only one here who seemed to get it. He still wasn’t sure why she was telling him this, though.

It appeared Mary was thinking the same thing because she laughed lightly and shook her head, like she was surprised at herself. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said. “I could get in a lot of trouble. But I can let you see Jaejoong. If…” She raised her finger when Yoochun jerked, opened his mouth in surprise and excitement. “If…you promise to make more of an effort. I’m only doing this if you promise me that you will start working with me again.”

Yoochun nodded shakily. “Yeah…yeah. Sure. I promise.”

Mary seemed satisfied at that. “OK,” she said, “tomorrow, after lunch…”
Yoochun frowned and started to protest but Mary stopped him with a look and a jerk of her head. “No. Tomorrow, after lunch. First you have to start participating again. I want to see some real effort, ok?”

Yoochun still wanted to argue but something told him he shouldn’t punch a gift horse in the mouth.

“Ok. I will. I promise.”

Yoochun kept his word and so did Mary. The next day, after breakfast, he followed her to the art therapy room. “You have ten minutes,” she whispered, unlocking the door.

When Yoochun stepped inside, he found Jaejoong waiting for him. As soon as the door shut behind him, Jaejoong was across the room and on Yoochun, pulling him into his arms, wrapping his arms around Yoochun’s waist, and holding him close.

Yoochun hugged back him hard, as Jaejoong exhaled, “God, I missed you.”

Yoochun mumbled his agreement into Jaejoong’s neck then pulled back and said, “I missed you, too. Are you okay? What happened?”

Jaejoong shook his head, dismissing the question. “Don’t worry about it. How are you?”

Yoochun balled the front of Jaejoong’s t-shirt up in his fists and narrowed his eyes. “No, really. Are you okay? I heard they tie you down over there.”

Jaejoong only smiled. His hand came up to cup the back of Yoochun’s neck as he brought their foreheads together. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

Yoochun closed his eyes and sighed. “I was worried,”

He felt Jaejoong nod. “I know. I was worried about you too. C’mere.” Jaejoong pulled him closer and Yoochun felt the brush of Jaejoong’s lips against his own.
Yoochun kissed him back. And just like that he was consumed again, drowning in the taste of Jaejoong’s mouth and groaning as their hips met.

They were so far gone that they didn’t hear the shouting until it was too late. The door swung open with force and Yunho burst into the room. He was in the middle of yelling at Mary, who was right behind him. “…went against my orders! What were you thinking?”

“I thought they needed to see each other.”

“Well you no longer work here!” Yunho grabbed a hold of Yoochun’s arm and pulled him roughly away from Jaejoong. Yoochun stumbled and fell backwards into a cart stacked with tin cans of paint brushes. The cart toppled over. Brushes slid everywhere as the cans crashed to the floor.

“Don’t touch him!” Jaejoong shouted.

Yunho pointed a finger in Jaejoong’s face and said, “That’s it for you two! I’ll have you transferred to a detention facility before this day is through.”

“No!” Yoochun said, moving to stand next to Jaejoong again.

“Look,” Mary said, “this was my decision. Don’t take it out on the kids.”
But Yunho ignored her. He fished his phone from his pocket and punched a number in.

“Get me security,” he said into the phone. Yoochun felt Jaejoong stiffen beside him.

There was a putty knife on the table, next to another patient’s art project, and before Yunho could say another word, Jaejoong grabbed it. He flew at the doctor and threw his arm around Yunho’s neck, holding the knife to the man’s throat.

Mary tried to stop him but Jaejoong yanked hard on Yunho’s throat, tightened his grip, and said, “Get back!”

“Jaejoong,” Mary pleaded, her hands raised in a placating gesture, while Yunho struggled, trying to get away.

“Don’t move or I’ll crush your throat.” Jaejoong growled in the doctor’s ear and Yunho immediately stilled.

“Jaejoong, put the knife down, please,” Mary begged, but Jaejoong didn’t listen.

“I’m getting out of here,” Jaejoong said to Yoochun. “You up for a road trip?”

It all happened so fast Yoochun didn’t even have time to think. For a second he didn’t know what to say. He looked over at Mary who was looking back at him, a horrified expression on her face.

“Yoochun, no,” she said, “you’ll be throwing everything away.”

Yoochun’s heart raced, adrenaline pumping through his system as he looked back and forth between Jaejoong and Mary. He knew what he had to do, though. There was no way he was staying here without Jaejoong.

“What are we waiting for?” he asked, as he headed toward the door.

Jaejoong pushed on Yunho and followed Yoochun into the hallway. Yoochun heard Mary call his name once more, but ignored her.

There were several patients milling about in the hallway and their eyes widened at the sight of Jaejoong with a knife at Yunho’s throat.

Two orderlies spotted them and came running and Yoochun shouted, “Jaejoong!”

Jaejoong spun around, dragging Yunho with him. He pressed the knife harder into Yunho’s throat. “Get back!”

The orderlies slowed and one said, “Just let him go.”

The man started to take a step toward Jaejoong but Yoochun got between them and shoved. “No! Stay back!”

Thankfully, the orderly listened but he wasn’t giving up. “We can work something out,” he said as the second orderly started to circle them, moving closer.

Jaejoong jerked Yunho’s body in and hissed at the doctor, “Tell them to get back.”

Dr. Yunho didn’t argue. He gave the order and the men surrounding them reluctantly listened.

More patients were coming out of the day room and out of their rooms to watch. The hallway was getting more and more crowded as Jaejoong and Yoochun shuffled Yunho down the hall, toward the nurse’s station.

Mary appeared at Jaejoong’s side and said, “Jaejoong! Look at Yoochun. Look at him.” Jaejoong’s eyes darted to Yoochun for a second before he went back to scanning the crowd. “You’re making a decision that could hurt him,” she pleaded. “You don’t want to hurt him. I know you don’t.”

Jaejoong’s eyes found Yoochun’s again for a moment before he answered, “This is the only choice we have. Now, get back.”

Mary’s face fell and she stepped away.

Yoochun grabbed Yunho’s keys from the man’s pocket and unlocked the gate. Jaejoong followed him through, forcing Yunho through the door and into the stairwell.

They made it all the way past the last gate on the first floor and were on their way to the front door when TaeHyun appeared out of a side office and stepped in front of them.

Both boys froze and Jaejoong tightened his grip on Yunho, pressing the blade harder into the man’s throat. Yunho stiffened in fear.

“You’ve had your fun,” TaeHyun said. “Now put the knife down, Jaejoong! Put it down!”

Before Jaejoong could even respond, Yoochun yanked on Yunho’s arm. Surprised, Jaejoong’s hold loosened but Yoochun pulled the doctor towards him. He held one of the director’s keys up, right under Yunho’s left eye.

“Don’t make me do it,” he said to TaeHyun, who was slowly inching his way closer.

Undeterred, TaeHyun took another step, which made Yoochun press the key perilously close to Yunho’s eye socket.

“For God’s sake,” Yunho spat out. “Do as he says.”

“I’ll do it,” Yoochun growled. His eyes never left TaeHyun’s and they glared at each other in a game of stare-down Chicken. Finally, TaeHyun broke the gaze and reluctantly moved out of the way. Yoochun held one of Yunho’s arms, Jaejoong the other, and they led him through the front doors and outside to freedom.

The parking lot was full of cars but it was obvious which car was Yunho’s. The license plate read HDSHRINK.

Yoochun chuckled at the sight and said, “I’m driving.”

Jaejoong pushed Yunho into the back seat and climbed in next to him. Seconds later, Yoochun had the car started and they were tearing out of the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” Yoochun asked.

“I don’t know,” Jaejoong answered. “Anywhere we want.”

“Wherever we go we’re going to need money.”

“No problem,” Jaejoong held Yunho’s wallet in his hand. He pulled out a handful of money and flashed a wicked smile at Yoochun. Yoochun couldn’t tell how much there was, but it looked like a lot.

“Listen to me,” Yunho said, “The longer you keep this up, the worse it’s going to be. Now, you’ve made your point…”

“You know, you have a very negative attitude, Doc,” Jaejoong said, and Yoochun laughed.

“This isn’t a joke!” Yunho exclaimed, looking from Yoochun to Jaejoong, who had draped his arm casually over the doctor’s shoulders. “This is a serious offense. This is kidnapping.”

Jaejoong tightened his arm around Yunho’s neck and pulled him into his side.

“Do I detect a note of anxiety in your voice, Doc? You’re not thinking of hurting yourself, are you?”

Both boys roared with laughter.

They left the doctor by the side of the road, outside what looked like an abandoned tire factory. Jaejoong even waved good-bye before climbing into the front passenger seat.

Now, they were on their own.

~~~~~

Yoochun drove for over two hours before they felt relatively safe enough to stop for a while.

“I gotta piss.” Jaejoong said as he climbed out of the car.

“I’m hungry,” Yoochun said. “How much money we got?”

The two of them stood on the sidewalk next to the car as Jaejoong counted the money Yunho had in his wallet.

“Shit…” he said, as he looked though the bills. “This guy must be rich or something.” He held out the cash to Yoochun. “There’s almost 250 bucks there. And he’s got all these.” He held up several credit cards.

“No. We can’t use the credit cards. They’ll find us in a second.”

Jaejoong frowned and looked like he wanted to argue but he returned the cards to the wallet.

“So where are we going?” Jaejoong asked, as they started to walk.

“I thought we were looking for a bathroom.”

Jaejoong shoved at Yoochun’s shoulder playfully. “No, I meant we are we gonna go from here?”

Yoochun shoved back and laughed. “I don’t know. Gwangju?”

“No way. We should go somewhere we can get lost, like Daegu, or Busan.”

“Why don’t we just head south? We’ll figure something out as we go.”

“Where are we anyways?” Jaejoong asked. He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he looked around.

“This is Sokcho the seaside city.” Yoochun pointed down the street. “Down there’s the pier.”

“That’s cool. Now hurry up,” Jaejoong whined. He took Yoochun’s hand and pulled. “I told you, I gotta piss.”

It didn’t take long to find a bathroom and a place to eat, and after they were fully sated, Jaejoong and Yoochun wandered the streets, taking a moment to enjoy the fresh air and freedom. The warm weather brought the people out and the crowded streets were lined with shops and booths selling everything from food and souvenirs, to arts and crafts.

Eventually they found a pawn shop and Jaejoong dragged Yoochun inside.

Yoochun ended up buying a camera, a nice one too. “A lot nicer than the one I have at home,” he said, and pointed the camera at Jaejoong, who was leaning up against the counter looking sexy as hell in some new dark sunglasses. Yoochun snapped a picture. When Jaejoong heard the click of the camera, he turned to Yoochun and grinned. He pulled Yoochun closer by the elbow and said, voice husky low, “What do you think you’re doing?”

Yoochun smiled. “Just taking a picture of my gorgeous boyfriend.”

“Oh, is that what I am?” Jaejoong said, smiling softly as he leaned in to brush a kiss across Yoochun’s lips.

Yoochun nodded. “You better be,” he said, tilting his head up to kiss Jaejoong again. “I don’t escape from prison with just anybody.”

Their plan to simply take Yunho’s car again was hampered by the fact that when they found it again, there was a boot attached to the back tire, making it impossible for them to move it.

“Damn it!” Jaejoong said, kicking the side of the tire with his foot. “How’d they find it so fast?”

“Wait a minute,” Yoochun said. “if they found the car…” He turned and looked down the street just as a cop car rounded the corner. “Run!” Yoochun said, pushing on Jaejoong’s shoulder to get him moving.

The police spotted them and sped up.

When another cop car came to a screeching halt next to them on the street, Jaejoong grabbed Yoochun’s arm and pulled him between two souvenir stands. Two cops came after them on foot so Yoochun and Jaejoong weaved in and out of the various craft stands, dodging tourists the whole way, before they finally ducked between two buildings. In the back they found a dirt path that formed a trail behind a row of houses. After about 100 ft. the path widened out into an alley and Yoochun and Jaejoong had to dodge garbage bins and old abandoned bicycles as they ran.

Yoochun’s feet and legs hurt. He could hardly breathe, but he was afraid to slow down, afraid to even look back to see if they were being followed.

He could hear Jaejoong running off to his left, heard the huff and puff of his breathing, so he knew he was still with him. Then a hand grabbed Yoochun’s shoulder so abruptly that Yoochun nearly stumbled and lost his footing.

“Sorry…” Jaejoong said, chest heaving. “This way.”

They jumped a fence and ran across the parking lot of a busy restaurant, finally coming to a stop at the back of the lot. Confident they had lost the police, Yoochun slid down the side of the building to sit and rest his aching feet. Jaejoong joined him a moment later and they sat side by side, shoulder to shoulder, trying to catch their breath.

“Shit.” Yoochun said, after his heartbeat finally slowed and his head stopped spinning. “That was close.”

Jaejoong could only nod.

‘We have to find another car,” Yoochun said later, after they had both calmed enough to start walking again. “And we also need some supplies…some more food.”

Jaejoong nodded in agreement and pointed to a shop across the street. “You go in there and get us what we need. I’m going to find us a car.”

When Yoochun came back 20 minutes later, Jaejoong was leaning against the side of the building waiting for him.

“I found a car,” he whispered. “It’s unlocked, but we better hurry. Who knows when the owners will be back.”

The car was a station wagon. It was sitting in the back of the crowded lot next door. In the rear seat Yoochun could see books and toys, along with a couple of pillows.

“Must be a family on vacation,” Yoochun said, careful to keep his voice low, as he climbed into the passenger side. He didn’t think Jaejoong was listening, though. He was concentrating on trying to start the car.

Yoochun kept an eye out, watching for anyone who could be the owners. He felt bad about taking a family’s car, but they were desperate. He was sure they could work something out. They would be fine, he told himself as the car suddenly came to life.

Jaejoong threw Yoochun a wicked grin and immediately threw the car into reverse. They headed straight for the highway. They needed to get as far away from this town as possible.

Yoochun kept his eyes peeled for cops and it wasn’t until they were finally on the freeway that he let himself relax.

He settled back into the seat, stretched his legs out as far as they would go, and looked over at Jaejoong, who cast Yoochun a warm smile and threw his arm over the back of the seat. His fingers stroked over the back of Yoochun’s neck before giving him a quick squeeze.

Yoochun smiled at him and closed his eyes, resting his head back against Jaejoong’s warm palm.

“You tired?” Jaejoong asked.

“No…” Yoochun said and flashed another quick smile at his boyfriend. “Just happy.”

His boyfriend. Jaejoong was his boyfriend. Yoochun had never had a boyfriend. He hadn’t wanted one. He studied Jaejoong’s profile, silhouetted in the light of the dash and the headlights of other cars, and wondered what made Jaejoong different.

Jaejoong must have sensed Yoochun studying him and broke the silence. “What are you thinking about?”

“Just…you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. I’m just trying to figure you out.”

Jaejoong chuckled lightly. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Yoochun was smiling but his face turned serious when a thought occurred to him. “Hey, didn’t you say you had a boyfriend? Back at the hospital, you said you had a boyfriend back home.”

Jaejoong nodded. “I did say that.”

Yoochun frowned but Jaejoong squeezed the back of his neck once before reaching down for his hand. Twining their fingers together, he said, “I was seeing someone. I called him from the hospital, told him what was going on. I told him not to wait around for me.”

“When did you do that?”

Jaejoong’s cheeks dimpled and he looked embarrassed. “Umm, the day of Junsu’s birthday.”

“Really?” Yoochun said, grinning. He squeezed Jaejoong’s hand.

“Really.” Jaejoong said, squeezing back.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend,” Yoochun blurted out, and immediately wished he hadn’t.

Jaejoong darted a quick look at Yoochun over the seat. “Never?”

Yoochun shook his head. His cheeks were flushed but hopefully it was too dark for Jaejoong to notice.

“No. I thought I did once. But…I was wrong.”

“What do you mean you were wrong?”

Yoochun held his breath for a long moment then blurted, “I don’t know if I want to talk about it.”

Jaejoong didn’t hesitate. “That’s ok. You don’t have to.” He was still holding Yoochun’s hand and lifting it to his lips, he pressed a kiss to Yoochun’s fingers.

Relieved, Yoochun dropped his head back on the seat. He knew Jaejoong wouldn’t push him, but really, it was only fair. If Yoochun wanted to know everything about Jaejoong, Jaejoong deserved to know everything about him.

When Yoochun finally got the nerve to speak, he began, “His name was Seung-hyun. He was older, my neighbors son. It was last summer and he was home from college on break. We…” God, this was embarrassing. “We hooked up and I started spending everyday at his house. My Mom was working and she had her own boyfriend so she wasn’t around much. Not that she ever was.”

Yoochun looked out the window at the stars, they were so bright, and he could see the little dipper. He squeezed Jaejoong’s hand. Jaejoong squeezed back.

“I thought…I thought he loved me. I’d been with guys before, but all they cared about was getting off. They didn’t care about me. Seung-hyun acted like he cared, but…”

“He didn’t?”

Yoochun sighed. “No…not really.”

Jaejoong’s hand tightened around his, urging him to go on.

“I really liked him, so I let him do things…” The words caught in Yoochun’s throat and he coughed, reminding himself that this was important.

“I’ve never told anyone this.” Yoochun admitted, voice shaky. He looked over at Jaejoong, who took his eyes off the road long enough to look back.

“It’s ok.” Jaejoong said earnestly, and Yoochun knew it was. Maybe he was crazy, but he knew that he could trust Jaejoong not to judge.

“I let him do things…tie me up…stuff like that. I didn’t really like it, but I was afraid he wouldn’t want me anymore if I didn’t. I should have never…”

Yoochun blew out a frustrated breath and let go of Jaejoong’s hand. Looking back out the window, he continued, “Summer was almost over and I wanted to talk to him about keeping in touch. You know, once he went back to school. He was going to the Suwon University, so it wasn’t too far away. I thought maybe I could drive up there, or he could come down. But when I got over to his house, his best friend was there. Some guy named Jiyong. I guess he came to see Seung-hyun for the last couple weeks of the summer. I didn’t want to talk about it with Jiyong there. Honestly, I was a little upset that he was there at all. Figured I wouldn’t get the time with Seung-hyun like I used to.”

Yoochun took a deep breath. “Turns out it didn’t make much difference to Seung-hyun whether Jiyong was there or not. Seung-hyun still wanted to fuck…didn’t even care that Jiyong was in the room. I didn’t want to…you know…in front of him. So I asked Seung-hyun if we could go in the bedroom. We did, but…we had just gotten started when suddenly Jiyong comes waltzing into the fucking room!”

Yoochun hadn’t deliberately thought about this for a long time, and the old familiar anger was already starting to bubble up to the surface.

“I got upset and wanted to stop. We did…for a little bit. Had a couple of beers. Then Seung-hyun starts trying to start something with me again, with Jiyong still there. And when I think back now, I swear to God they put something in my beer, like a sedative or something, cause I was feeling all…like I was floating or something. I felt really good actually. So when Seung-hyun started pushing…I didn’t fight him. It still bugged me that Jiyong was in the room but it was like…I don’t know. I was still afraid that Seung-hyun would get mad at me.” Yoochun scoffed at his naiveté at the time. His heart was pounding in his chest so hard it hurt but the words just came spilling out. “I didn’t even fucking argue when Jiyong wanted me to suck him off. Next thing I know, I’m blowing Jiyong while Seung-hyun’s….”

It was getting hard to breathe and Yoochun had to take a moment. He was only able to continue after Jaejoong took his hand again. Yoochun held Jaejoong’s palm tight in his own and went on. "I passed out then. Like I said, I think they gave me something, cause I slept really hard. And when I woke up…hours must have gone by cause the sun had gone down. But anyways, I woke up and someone was….”

Yoochun tried to hold back the tears but couldn’t. He swiped a hand angrily across his face. “It was Jiyong. It was fucking Jiyong,” Yoochun spat out. He heard Jaejoong let out a soft gasp, but when Yoochun darted a look across the seat, Jaejoong’s face was expressionless in the soft light of the dashboard.
Yoochun looked back out the window.

“Yoochun…” Jaejoong started, his voice rough with emotion, like he was on the verge of tears. Yoochun didn’t want to hear it.

“I’m not sure how long it went on,” Yoochun interrupted, desperately pulling the reins back on his own emotions. He swiped another hand across his wet cheeks. “I was in and out through most of it.”

Jaejoong cursed under his breath.

“So yeah…I don’t think he cared about me as much as I thought he did.”

~~~~~

Jaejoong drove for several more hours before parking the car on a dark, deserted stretch of beach.

They found a couple of sleeping bags and blankets in the back of the station wagon and Yoochun grabbed the pillows from the back seat. They found a nice secluded spot, hidden from sight by a large sand dune, and spread the sleeping bags out one on top of the other.

The sky was covered in stars and the only noises were the waves hitting the shore and the far away sound of traffic.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Yoochun said, voice soft, like he was afraid of disturbing the peace.

“Yeah, it is.” But Jaejoong wasn’t looking at the stars, he was looking at Yoochun. “C’mere,” he said, tugging on Yoochun’s belt loop. Yoochun went easily, sliding his hand behind Jaejoong’s neck and tilting his head up to press a kiss to his lips. Jaejoong kissed him back and Yoochun savored the shiver that ran through his body as Jaejoong’s breath mingled with his own.

They kissed with such an intense need that it quickly threatened to consume them both. Nearly overwhelmed by sensation and the pull of arousal, Yoochun dragged Jaejoong’s shirt up his chest, eager to get his hands on smooth skin. That was all the encouragement Jaejoong needed. Seconds later, he had Yoochun’s shirt off, and his own. Minutes later, they were down to their shorts.

They lay down on the blankets, still kissing, Yoochun pulling Jaejoong down on top of him until their bodies flush.

“Get these off,” Yoochun managed between kisses, pushing at the waistband of Jaejoong’s boxers.

Jaejoong swiftly obliged, pulling off his own shorts before reaching for Yoochun’s. Then there was nothing but skin-on-skin and hands everywhere.

Every touch made Yoochun harder, more desperate, until he couldn’t wait anymore and pulled out of the kiss. He threw his arm out as Jaejoong sucked on his neck hard enough to bruise, but he couldn’t reach the bag he’d brought with him from the car.

“Jaejoong,” Yoochun groaned, pushing on Jaejoong’s shoulder.

Jaejoong pulled back, looking down at Yoochun with hooded eyes. “What?” he asked, before dropping another kiss to Yoochun’s lips. Then another, and another, until they were kissing again, deep and dirty.

“God, Jaejoong.” Yoochun gasped. “The bag…we need the bag.”

“What bag?”

“The one with the lube in it.”

That got Jaejoong’s attention and he pulled off Yoochun abruptly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… I just… are you sure? I mean, are you up for it?”

Yoochun looked down knowingly at Jaejoong. “By the looks of it, we both are.”

“I’m serious, Yoochun. You know you don’t have to do this. There are plenty of ways we can have fun without… you know…”

“Fuckin’ me in the ass.”

Jaejoong was taken aback so Yoochun continued, “I never pegged you as the bashful type, Jaejoong.”

“It’s not that. I just… fuck, I don’t want to be like Seung-hyun.”

Yoochun stiffened at the name and Jaejoong hurried to explain. “Shit, I keep fuckin’ this up. I mean, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to please…”

“Jaejoong,” Yoochun interrupted, “I want this. I do.”

Jaejoong nodded as Yoochun sat up to fetch the bag, which was actually lying above his head, and dumped the contents out onto the blanket next to them. Inside, there was a box of condoms, a bottle of lube, and two votive candles.

Jaejoong smirked at the sight of the candles.

“Aww, Yoochun. You got us candles. How romantic.”

“Shut up,” Yoochun growled, and reached for the lube. “I thought it might be really dark out here.”

Jaejoong smiled and chuckled lightly. His expression grew serious though when Yoochun popped the cap off the bottle of lube. He watched silently as Yoochun squirted a generous amount onto his fingers.

Yoochun motioned for Jaejoong to move. “You’re gonna have to give me some room to work.”

Jaejoong slid off Yoochun and onto his side, and Yoochun was just reaching between his legs to prepare himself, when Jaejoong suddenly grabbed a hold of his wrist.

“Wait.”

Yoochun’s brow furrowed. “Now what?” he asked.

Jaejoong’s eyes dropped nervously to Yoochun’s hand, his thumb stroking once over the smooth skin of Yoochun’s wrist. “I just thought… well… that maybe you could fuck me. You know…if you want to.”

Yoochun’s eyes widened. That was not what he expected to hear.

“Really?”

Jaejoong nodded. “I just don’t want you to assume that you can’t. I mean, if this is the way you want it, well…I’m all for that. But I want to make sure you know that you can. If you want to.”

Yoochun had honestly never considered it. He had just assumed that he would bottom. He always did before. Of course, he’d never really been given the choice before either.

“Do you want me to?”

Jaejoong only paused for a second. “Well, I’ve never done it before, but yeah. I do.” He looked up into Yoochun’s eyes. “Do you want to?”

Well, that was an easy question.

“Oh hell, yeah.”

Jaejoong smiled, dimples showing, as he leaned in to brush a light, teasing kiss across Yoochun’s lips. “Ok then,” he said, and laid back on the blankets. Still holding Yoochun’s wrist, he guided Yoochun’s lube slick fingers down between his legs.

“Just go slow.”

At the first touch, Yoochun was suddenly nervous. He swallowed hard. This was a big deal. Jaejoong trusted him, and Yoochun wasn’t going to let him down.

“I’ll make it good,” Yoochun promised.

Jaejoong smiled and nodded. “I know you will.”

Jaejoong fell asleep quickly afterwards, but Yoochun was too wound up to relax. He pressed close to Jaejoong, resting his chin on his chest and tracing random patterns on Jaejoong’s flat stomach. He watched as his muscles twitched and smiled, wondering if Jaejoong was ticklish. He traced his finger up Jaejoong’s bare chest, over his left nipple. Jaejoong stirred at the sensation but didn’t wake. His arm unconsciously wound tighter around Yoochun though, pulling him into his side, and Yoochun threw his leg over Jaejoong’s as he continued to trail his finger over his boyfriend’s neck.

The tip of his finger continued up over Jaejoong’s throat, over what Yoochun thought would be the perfect place to mark him. He liked the idea of his mark on Jaejoong, right where everyone could see. They didn’t need to hide anymore and Yoochun’s body flushed at the thought of the way Jaejoong had sucked and nibbled on his collarbone during their stolen moments away from the staff.

When his thoughts turned to the staff at Riverview, at the way they had watched him, forced him to take those stupid pills, he felt a warm rush of relief at getting away from there.

He didn’t want to think about Riverview. Just the thought of that place made his stomach twist in uncomfortable knots, so he turned his concentration back to Jaejoong, back to studying the curve of his cheekbone, the angles of his face, the way his eyelids fluttered in his sleep.

Yoochun lay there till morning, only getting up when the sun started to rise.
His mind was racing, so many thoughts, he couldn’t keep up with them. Jaejoong-the way they’d made love. He knew that’s what they’d done. This was so much more than just fucking, more than just getting each other off. And what were they going to do now? Where were they going to go? North? South? The birds were too fucking loud, flying too close, and the sun was too bright. He thought about Junsu, wondered if he was ok. God, he wished those damned birds would just shut up.

The rays of the sun were so bright Yoochun had to shield his eyes. The golden light cast an eerie glow on the sand. The moving shadows made Yoochun nervous. His heart started to pound so hard it hurt his chest, and he rubbed the muscle there with the palm of his hand.

The shimmering light was coming closer. That wasn’t good. He couldn’t let the light reach him, reach Jaejoong, so he shook Jaejoong’s shoulder to wake him up.

“Come on, Jae. We gotta go.”

Jaejoong stretched and yawned, rubbing the ball of his fist in his eye like a little kid. He wasn’t moving fast enough, the sun was coming, so Yoochun shook him again before standing up and pulling the blanket off, exposing Jaejoong’s legs to the cool morning air.

“Hey…” Jaejoong grumbled, reaching to take the blanket back.

Yoochun held it up out of his reach and Jaejoong flopped back down onto his back.

“Come on. Get up. We gotta get out of here,” Yoochun folded the blanket up and kicked Jaejoong’s foot with his own. The sun was coming up faster now and Jaejoong was still stretching, still wearing only his boxers.

“Get dressed. We have to go.”

“What’s the hurry?” Jaejoong asked, as Yoochun threw his jeans and t-shirt at him.

Yoochun didn’t answer him and thankfully Jaejoong didn’t argue, he simply stood and pulled his clothes on without saying a word.

Yoochun shook the sleeping bag out, casting nervous glances over his shoulder at the sunlight. It would reach them soon, maybe minutes. Throwing the sleeping bag at Jaejoong, Yoochun grabbed the pillows and blanket, and started making his way up the hill, away from the light.

“Damn it, Jaejoong. Hurry up.” Yoochun snapped over his shoulder as he made his way quickly toward the car.

“What’s the rush?” He heard Jaejoong ask again, but Yoochun ignored him in favor of throwing their stuff in the back of the car.

☆ to be continued...