Stale Tea
Title: Stale Tea
Pairing(s): JunSeung
Rating: PG-13+
Word Count: 1,670
Summary: Two psychotic lovers deepen their love.
Previous: Stale Bread
2:02 A.M.
Hyunseung’s mind began to erode into his pillow.
Junhyung was not home. He worked late hours.
It was too quiet. Too quiet too quiet. The house was too big; Hyunseung told him that before he bought it. Junhyung didn’t listen to him, because Hyunseung “didn’t know a damn thing,” nor “what the fuck he was talking about.” On that justification alone did Junhyung buy the house.
And Junhyung was not home. He worked late hours.
And those hours dipped later and later.
12:00.
1:00.
2:00.
Now 2:02. Then the jingle of clinking, golden keys, the opening of a tired, crying door, the familiar footsteps of a cryptic man.
That same old scene had been ocurring for two months. Tonight was one night too many.
Hyunseung’s ears perked. His back was too the door. He heard the keys. The door creaked open. He heard the footsteps. They got closer and closer, louder and louder. Junhyung came through their bedroom door. He closed it. He dropped his briefcase to the floor and took off his watch. He underhanded it, but overcompensated and missed the nightstand, as he always did every night. He didn’t care. He shed his clothing right where he stood. His belt buckle jingled a tune. A pile of discarded fabric formed on the hardwood floor. It was left there. Junhyung went inside the adjoining bathroom. He showered slowly, returning fifteen minutes later. A whisper of Junhyung’s lingering body wash greeted Hyunseung’s soft nose when the door opened.
Junhyung slipped on a pair of undershorts and finally, finally entered the bed.
Stillness.
Hyunseung felt the man’s warmth creep upon his skin. He flipped his body over, meeting Junhyung’s naked back. Hyunseung studied it for any scratch marks, bite marks, dark marks-the signs of another.
Another lover.
Never.
Nope. Never. Hyunseung wasn’t gonna have that.
Hyunseung encroached Junhyung’s body. He traced his widened pupils along Junhyung’s backside. He saw his artwork, his pretty gifts he dealt to Junhyung’s skin. Hyunseung thought them the loveliest markings. Whether it be with a blade or something personal like his nails, the rights to break Junhyung’s canvas of flesh belonged only to Hyunseung. And just the littlest thought that his partner may have been giving up those rights to someone else late in the night…
It made Hyunseung crazy.
Hyunseung gripped the filleting knife he cast under his pillow. And he brought it up. And he poked the very point of it into Junhyung’s skin, right in the middle of his back. He added pressure, hard pressure, as he inched lugged the blunt point across his spine. Junhyung flinched between the sheets. His head popped up; he looked behind him to his wide-eyed partner.
“The hell are you doin’?” he grumbled, disgruntled.
“Thinking about the things I’m gonna do to you.”
The knife’s corner continued its trek about Junhyung’s flesh. Up. And down. Up. Up. Up some more. And down. Junhyung did not want to snatch himself away too suddenly, lest he wanted to be cut open. He held the eye contact. The moon’s light reflected in Hyunseung’s round spheres.
“Why the fuck do you have a knife?”
“Why are you always late coming home?”
“Get the knife off o’ me, Hyunseung.”
“Why do you always take a shower after you get in? You never did before. Not until you started staying late,” Hyunseung interrogated coolly. He was laying on his left arm, teasing Junhyung’s supple skin as the silver edge twirled on it in his right hand. He was balancing the long, sharpened end down Junhyung’s middle.
“Hyunseung. It’s almost two-fucking-thirty in the morning. Are you really gonna do this right now?”
The knife stopped.
“Yes Junhyung. Yes I’m ‘really gonna do this right now.’ Because you keep dodging my fucking questions,” Hyunseung elevated himself, shifting to his elbows and keeping the knife stiff and firm. His eyes darkened, but his voice was still very soft, “It doesn’t matter if it’s 7:32 tomorrow, 1:25 the next day, or 2:27 right now. You’ve never answered my questions. But tonight you will, because if you don’t, I will take this fucking knife and I will kill you, Junhyung. I will gut you so pretty. I will fuck you up so bad and I am not fucking with you.”
Junhyung’s visage crunched. Hyunseung had to have been on drugs, because he certainly had to have some balls to pull this bold number. But he felt the weight behind the skinny piece of dragging metal, and it was nothing to carelessly bat an eye to. He knew his lover. He knew how crazy he was. Junhyung’s scars were the witnesses of that.
But Junhyung was crazy, too.
“Hyunseung. Take the goddamn knife off my back.”
“You never eat at home with me anymore.”
“Hyunseung.”
“Are you getting full at your whore’s house? Are you eating his meals?” Hyunseung-with the blade still to Junhyung’s back-leaned over his partner’s body, and skipped his lips over Junhyung’s ear, “Are you eating his ass-?”
“Hyunseung. You fuckin’ listen to me you irrational ass bitch. You’re exaggerating, you’re fucking out of your mind, and you’re starting to seriously piss me off. Now I’m not taking any more of this bullshit from you.”
“Then your next two sentences better be you explaining yourself.”
“I don’t have to explain shit to you.”
“You don’t?”
“No I d-”
The filleting knife cleanly sank into the meat of Junhyung’s back. A long, vertical line of red formed. It was more of a superficial wound. Blood gushed up from the incision. Hyunseung could feel his hand getting wet. It happened in a blink.
Junhyung’s blood spilled everywhere. It blemished the pearlescent sheets, its crimson color binding itself with the off-white fibers. An irremovable bond. A permanent bond. The couple violently tussled so, even Hyunseung’s lips were eventually stained with the liquid. Junhyung grit his teeth, grunting in white pain. He blanketed the pain in order to reach behind him hastily and grasp the hand holding the weapon. They brawled for the instrument. Hyunseung and Junhyung rolled around in their bed, twisting their sheets, fighting for full dominion over the other. That was the story of their relationship from the very beginning. They did not see each other as equals. One was either above or beneath. But neither man wanted to be beneath; neither would yield.
But someone always buckled in the end.
Someone always buckled.
Hyunseung was upset. He was screaming at Junhyung, and that screaming is what weakened him. His weakness was he was the quickest to temper of the two. And when he became angry, he became irrational. And when he became irrational, he was naturally overpowered by Junhyung.
In a twist of events, Junhyung fought to the top, towering Hyunseung. He sat on the latter’s stomach, his hands gripping Hyunseung’s skinny wrists. He slammed the hand with the knife onto the mattress Repeatedly.
“LET IT GO,” Junhyung boomed.
“FUCK YOU,” Hyunseung retaliated, unable to adequately draw breath with Junhyung literally sitting on his lungs. He writhed, trying to flee from his oppressor. But he was very much like an earthworm endeavoring painstakingly to wiggle itself out from under someone’s boot.
“LET THE FUCKIN’ KNIFE GO HYUNSEUNG. I’M NOT GONNA ASK YOU AGAIN.”
Hyunseung still willfully struggled with Junhyung, but he was losing.
And he was crying, but scream-crying.
“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU LEAVE JUNHYUNG!!” he breathlessly threatened.
Junhyung had heard enough. He bent his body forward into a half. His nose and Hyunseung’s nose were separated by four inches.
“I hate you…” Hyunseung whispered to him with what little breath he could snatch, “an’ I’ll kill you. I won’t let you leave me.” The tears surged in fuller rivulets down the sides of his face when he intimately confessed that.
And when he intimately confessed that, all of those exterior layers he constructed-tough Hyunseung, crazy Hyunseung, irrational Hyunseung-melted and fell away. What was left over-or rather who-was the true Hyunseung.
The scared Hyunseung.
Junhyung’s face untightened. And then he did something really absurd. He granted Hyunseung his freedom back, releasing his wrists. Hyunseung stared at him through the darkness. Junhyung stared.
“Kill me,” said Junhyung. He waited.
Hyunseung gripped the knife’s handle, but he could not lift it. He could not.
Junhyung smiled. He gradually carried his lukewarm lips over and kissed his lover on his brow. Those calmed, black dots in the centers of their eyes interlocked.
“Do this again-pull a knife on me and cut me again-and I’ll give you a real reason to cry. You’re lucky I’m tired. This-tonight-is the last time you’ll hit me with this cheating shit. ‘Cause this is all in your head. It’s all in your head. I’m not seeing anyone else. I’m not fucking anyone else. It’s just your crazy ass like it’s always been all these years. It’s only you, Hyunseung. And if you really wanna know why I’m working late, it’s to pay off that damn ring I bought you. The ring that was supposed to be a surprise, but now it’s not.”
Hyunseung blinked.
“What ring?”
“Your engagement ring.”
“……….You want to-?”
“-We're gettin' married. So get all this other bullshit out of your head, throw the knife out, and go back to fuckin’ sleep.”
Junhyung rolled off of Hyunseung. He picked his pillow up from the floor, tossed it back on the mattress, and lay his head down.
Hyunseung blinked at his partner’s back. Particularly the cut he made. It would make a pretty scar. That made him smile, and his surprise engagement made him smile. He was going to be married to the longest love of his life… And to think, he was seconds away from ending his life. Junhyung had this delightful, little surprise waiting on him, but Hyunseung just had to ruin everything. Oh well~
He threw the knife to the floor. He pulled up the knotted bloody sheets and covered both their bare legs, shielding them from the cold. Hyunseung cuddled close to Junhyung, holding the man in his arms… He kissed along his backside, murmured a soft word, and easefully settled into a good dream.
I suck at junseung otl
Pairing(s): JunSeung
Rating: PG-13+
Word Count: 1,670
Summary: Two psychotic lovers deepen their love.
Previous: Stale Bread
2:02 A.M.
Hyunseung’s mind began to erode into his pillow.
Junhyung was not home. He worked late hours.
It was too quiet. Too quiet too quiet. The house was too big; Hyunseung told him that before he bought it. Junhyung didn’t listen to him, because Hyunseung “didn’t know a damn thing,” nor “what the fuck he was talking about.” On that justification alone did Junhyung buy the house.
And Junhyung was not home. He worked late hours.
And those hours dipped later and later.
12:00.
1:00.
2:00.
Now 2:02. Then the jingle of clinking, golden keys, the opening of a tired, crying door, the familiar footsteps of a cryptic man.
That same old scene had been ocurring for two months. Tonight was one night too many.
Hyunseung’s ears perked. His back was too the door. He heard the keys. The door creaked open. He heard the footsteps. They got closer and closer, louder and louder. Junhyung came through their bedroom door. He closed it. He dropped his briefcase to the floor and took off his watch. He underhanded it, but overcompensated and missed the nightstand, as he always did every night. He didn’t care. He shed his clothing right where he stood. His belt buckle jingled a tune. A pile of discarded fabric formed on the hardwood floor. It was left there. Junhyung went inside the adjoining bathroom. He showered slowly, returning fifteen minutes later. A whisper of Junhyung’s lingering body wash greeted Hyunseung’s soft nose when the door opened.
Junhyung slipped on a pair of undershorts and finally, finally entered the bed.
Stillness.
Hyunseung felt the man’s warmth creep upon his skin. He flipped his body over, meeting Junhyung’s naked back. Hyunseung studied it for any scratch marks, bite marks, dark marks-the signs of another.
Another lover.
Never.
Nope. Never. Hyunseung wasn’t gonna have that.
Hyunseung encroached Junhyung’s body. He traced his widened pupils along Junhyung’s backside. He saw his artwork, his pretty gifts he dealt to Junhyung’s skin. Hyunseung thought them the loveliest markings. Whether it be with a blade or something personal like his nails, the rights to break Junhyung’s canvas of flesh belonged only to Hyunseung. And just the littlest thought that his partner may have been giving up those rights to someone else late in the night…
It made Hyunseung crazy.
Hyunseung gripped the filleting knife he cast under his pillow. And he brought it up. And he poked the very point of it into Junhyung’s skin, right in the middle of his back. He added pressure, hard pressure, as he inched lugged the blunt point across his spine. Junhyung flinched between the sheets. His head popped up; he looked behind him to his wide-eyed partner.
“The hell are you doin’?” he grumbled, disgruntled.
“Thinking about the things I’m gonna do to you.”
The knife’s corner continued its trek about Junhyung’s flesh. Up. And down. Up. Up. Up some more. And down. Junhyung did not want to snatch himself away too suddenly, lest he wanted to be cut open. He held the eye contact. The moon’s light reflected in Hyunseung’s round spheres.
“Why the fuck do you have a knife?”
“Why are you always late coming home?”
“Get the knife off o’ me, Hyunseung.”
“Why do you always take a shower after you get in? You never did before. Not until you started staying late,” Hyunseung interrogated coolly. He was laying on his left arm, teasing Junhyung’s supple skin as the silver edge twirled on it in his right hand. He was balancing the long, sharpened end down Junhyung’s middle.
“Hyunseung. It’s almost two-fucking-thirty in the morning. Are you really gonna do this right now?”
The knife stopped.
“Yes Junhyung. Yes I’m ‘really gonna do this right now.’ Because you keep dodging my fucking questions,” Hyunseung elevated himself, shifting to his elbows and keeping the knife stiff and firm. His eyes darkened, but his voice was still very soft, “It doesn’t matter if it’s 7:32 tomorrow, 1:25 the next day, or 2:27 right now. You’ve never answered my questions. But tonight you will, because if you don’t, I will take this fucking knife and I will kill you, Junhyung. I will gut you so pretty. I will fuck you up so bad and I am not fucking with you.”
Junhyung’s visage crunched. Hyunseung had to have been on drugs, because he certainly had to have some balls to pull this bold number. But he felt the weight behind the skinny piece of dragging metal, and it was nothing to carelessly bat an eye to. He knew his lover. He knew how crazy he was. Junhyung’s scars were the witnesses of that.
But Junhyung was crazy, too.
“Hyunseung. Take the goddamn knife off my back.”
“You never eat at home with me anymore.”
“Hyunseung.”
“Are you getting full at your whore’s house? Are you eating his meals?” Hyunseung-with the blade still to Junhyung’s back-leaned over his partner’s body, and skipped his lips over Junhyung’s ear, “Are you eating his ass-?”
“Hyunseung. You fuckin’ listen to me you irrational ass bitch. You’re exaggerating, you’re fucking out of your mind, and you’re starting to seriously piss me off. Now I’m not taking any more of this bullshit from you.”
“Then your next two sentences better be you explaining yourself.”
“I don’t have to explain shit to you.”
“You don’t?”
“No I d-”
The filleting knife cleanly sank into the meat of Junhyung’s back. A long, vertical line of red formed. It was more of a superficial wound. Blood gushed up from the incision. Hyunseung could feel his hand getting wet. It happened in a blink.
Junhyung’s blood spilled everywhere. It blemished the pearlescent sheets, its crimson color binding itself with the off-white fibers. An irremovable bond. A permanent bond. The couple violently tussled so, even Hyunseung’s lips were eventually stained with the liquid. Junhyung grit his teeth, grunting in white pain. He blanketed the pain in order to reach behind him hastily and grasp the hand holding the weapon. They brawled for the instrument. Hyunseung and Junhyung rolled around in their bed, twisting their sheets, fighting for full dominion over the other. That was the story of their relationship from the very beginning. They did not see each other as equals. One was either above or beneath. But neither man wanted to be beneath; neither would yield.
But someone always buckled in the end.
Someone always buckled.
Hyunseung was upset. He was screaming at Junhyung, and that screaming is what weakened him. His weakness was he was the quickest to temper of the two. And when he became angry, he became irrational. And when he became irrational, he was naturally overpowered by Junhyung.
In a twist of events, Junhyung fought to the top, towering Hyunseung. He sat on the latter’s stomach, his hands gripping Hyunseung’s skinny wrists. He slammed the hand with the knife onto the mattress Repeatedly.
“LET IT GO,” Junhyung boomed.
“FUCK YOU,” Hyunseung retaliated, unable to adequately draw breath with Junhyung literally sitting on his lungs. He writhed, trying to flee from his oppressor. But he was very much like an earthworm endeavoring painstakingly to wiggle itself out from under someone’s boot.
“LET THE FUCKIN’ KNIFE GO HYUNSEUNG. I’M NOT GONNA ASK YOU AGAIN.”
Hyunseung still willfully struggled with Junhyung, but he was losing.
And he was crying, but scream-crying.
“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU LEAVE JUNHYUNG!!” he breathlessly threatened.
Junhyung had heard enough. He bent his body forward into a half. His nose and Hyunseung’s nose were separated by four inches.
“I hate you…” Hyunseung whispered to him with what little breath he could snatch, “an’ I’ll kill you. I won’t let you leave me.” The tears surged in fuller rivulets down the sides of his face when he intimately confessed that.
And when he intimately confessed that, all of those exterior layers he constructed-tough Hyunseung, crazy Hyunseung, irrational Hyunseung-melted and fell away. What was left over-or rather who-was the true Hyunseung.
The scared Hyunseung.
Junhyung’s face untightened. And then he did something really absurd. He granted Hyunseung his freedom back, releasing his wrists. Hyunseung stared at him through the darkness. Junhyung stared.
“Kill me,” said Junhyung. He waited.
Hyunseung gripped the knife’s handle, but he could not lift it. He could not.
Junhyung smiled. He gradually carried his lukewarm lips over and kissed his lover on his brow. Those calmed, black dots in the centers of their eyes interlocked.
“Do this again-pull a knife on me and cut me again-and I’ll give you a real reason to cry. You’re lucky I’m tired. This-tonight-is the last time you’ll hit me with this cheating shit. ‘Cause this is all in your head. It’s all in your head. I’m not seeing anyone else. I’m not fucking anyone else. It’s just your crazy ass like it’s always been all these years. It’s only you, Hyunseung. And if you really wanna know why I’m working late, it’s to pay off that damn ring I bought you. The ring that was supposed to be a surprise, but now it’s not.”
Hyunseung blinked.
“What ring?”
“Your engagement ring.”
“……….You want to-?”
“-We're gettin' married. So get all this other bullshit out of your head, throw the knife out, and go back to fuckin’ sleep.”
Junhyung rolled off of Hyunseung. He picked his pillow up from the floor, tossed it back on the mattress, and lay his head down.
Hyunseung blinked at his partner’s back. Particularly the cut he made. It would make a pretty scar. That made him smile, and his surprise engagement made him smile. He was going to be married to the longest love of his life… And to think, he was seconds away from ending his life. Junhyung had this delightful, little surprise waiting on him, but Hyunseung just had to ruin everything. Oh well~
He threw the knife to the floor. He pulled up the knotted bloody sheets and covered both their bare legs, shielding them from the cold. Hyunseung cuddled close to Junhyung, holding the man in his arms… He kissed along his backside, murmured a soft word, and easefully settled into a good dream.
I suck at junseung otl