Rescue Me
Title: Rescue Me (Chapter 1)
Rating: R
Pairing: Taecyeon/Junho, Junsu/Junho
Genre: Angst, Slight smut.
Summary: Junho left everything he ever loved for Taecyeon. But it turns out to be a big mistake. Will Junsu be able to help him pick up the pieces?
Warning: Abuse, Cussing.
Word Count: 2452
A/N: Please, don't hate me. LOL Comments are loved !
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys of One Day.
For taintedfeather
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Arrrrg, Shut up!" Junho groaned while huddled on the small couch in the basement. His alarm from his phone blaring in his ears.
"OKAY. ALRIGHT! Just shut up already!" Junho let his left arm fling off the couch and trace the floor to find his annoying phone. He let his eyes adjust to the brightness of the room before he looked at the time.
"HOLY CRAP. IT'S 6 ALREADY?!?!" He bellowed out before launching himself off the small couch and running up the basement stairs into the kitchen.
By now this had become routine to Junho. Taecyeon leaving at 7 in the morning, coming home home at 7 at night. Too tired for Junho. Junho cooking and cleaning all day, like some desperate housewife in hopes that Taecyeon would take notice of his presence. But it never happened. Taecyeon never noticed.
Junho stood silently at the stove and prepared Taecyeon's food. Until he looked down and noticed the discolored patch of skin from under his long black shirt. That was odd, because at all costs he would never look down. He swallowed the limp in his throat as he poked at the bruise. 'Ah, that's a fresh one alright' he through when a burning sensation flooded his body. He rolled up his sleeve and watched at the discoloration danced up his arm. The bruises varied in shape, size, and pain. He lifted up his shirt to reveal his stomach just to see more bruises tattooed all over his body. He didn't know when it started but he was crying. Crying to the point where his entire vision was clouded. He slid down to the floor, holding onto himself. Silently crying, ignoring his food that began to boil over. Junho didn't know what happened, where the relationship went wrong. But like all bad things in his life, it was his fault.
Junho's cries were interrupted by a unfamiliar sound. He stopped his tears, wiped his face and collected his thoughts before he got to his feet. He reached across the counter for the knife he had been using. He slowly walked out of the kitchen, towards the steps. He stopped at the bottom of the steps, almost 100% sure what the noise was. "Maybe .. I left something on?"He questioned himself, trying to put positive thoughts in his mind. But as he made his way up the stairs, the sound filled his ears. It was too real. He couldn't think straight as he made his way down the narrow hallway. Eyes glued on the bedroom door. He inhaled just as he reached the cracked door. He slowly opened it to stay unnoticed, but he couldn't believe what he saw.
Straddled over Taecyeon was SeulOng, his friend. His so called friend. There he was riding Taecyeon, moaning out his name. Junho didn't know what to do. He was stunned, bewildered, he felt the utmost betrayal. At that moment, SeulOng threw his head back in pleasure, probably nearing his high, when through his half opened eyes saw Junho. He jumped off of Taecyeon, in lighting speed, into the corner near the window. Taecyeon unsure of what startled SeulOng until he too saw Junho standing there speechless. Junho just sat there for a moment, staring into Taecyeon's eyes. Until Junho broke the eye contact to look at SeulOng was trying to put on his clothes. He looked up at Junho a blush of embarrassment and eyes full of tears as he mouthed 'I'm sorry' to Junho. Junho looked back at Taecyeon, his eyes full of anger like they always were.
"Oh. Was this the important meeting you had today?!" Junho broke the silence."Please, on my behalf, please fucking continue." Just as Junho said that SeulOng blew past him, running down the stairs, out the front door, slamming it behind him.
Junho chuckled, "What a coward." Junho whispered lowly, shaking his head.
"Jun-" Taecyeon started to say something put Junho cut him off.
"Fuck off Taec." The venom in his words slapped Taecyeon in the face.
He shot him a the-fuck-did-you-just-say-to-me type of look before he lifted himself on his elbows. He was still lying naked in their bed. His words cut off once again as Junho spoke.
"No, Taecyeon." Taecyeon's eyes widen he never called him Taecyeon. Not since the first time they met. "Save it. I don't want to hear it. Keep your bullshit to yourself. I don't want anything to do with it anymore I'm so over it. I'm done." Junho's voice almost cracked, he was about to walk out the room. But Taecyeon's voice stopped him.
"You're done? Ha. Very funny, Junho. Stop your whining, and go get me my food, I'm starving."
Junho sucked in a breath of air before he turned his head and placed the knife on the dresser beside him. He took the picture of him and Taecyeon off the wall. Junho looked at it for a moment. His hand brushing across their faces. Taking in the memories of their first date, smiling a bit.
"See. that's more like it baby. Now go do what I told you to." His voice was sweet, innocent.
Junho just laughed. Taecyeon's face confused for a second then twisted in bewilderment. Junho had took the picture, spit on it then threw it to the floor, crushing it under his foot. Then turned around and left the room. He was in no hurry as he heard Taecyeon fumbling around for clothes. He made his way down the steps at a normal pace. He heard Taecyeon's heavy foot steps behind him. He wasn't in a hurry either.
As Junho entered the kitchen, Taecyeon was already down the stairs. In 3 long strides he was in the kitchen too, Junho half way down the basement steps. When Junho reached the last step, he turned around only to have Taecyeon's fist collide with his face blowing him half way across the room.
Taecyeon's hits always hurt, but never that much. He had all the wind knocked out of him. Just as he tried to get up, 2 large hands fisted his collar and dragged him over to the wall. Slamming him into it, Junho's blood oozing from his mouth. He was barely conscious at this point. Every time Junho's eyes would start to close Taecyeon would just press harder, waking him up.
"You know, this is all your fault, Junho. You make me do these things" Taecyeon's looked watery but Junho couldn't really tell. "I just want us to be hap-"
"Don't. You. DARE. Say. Happy." Junho managed to choke out. He couldn't believe what Taecyeon was saying.
One of Taecyeon's hands left his collar to be placed straight across Junho's neck. Pushing, applying so much pressure. Junho's blood pooled out of Junho's mouth. Junho's body going limp, dangling in the air. He felt so hopeless.
Junho looked into Taecyeon's eyes. Junho felt the pressure loosen around his neck. He hit a soft spot. Junho gathered a little strength and courage as he hacked up the blood that was clogging his throat into Taecyeon's face. The sympathy escaping his eyes as he let Junho down to the ground. He layed there on the floor gasping for air. He never felt happier to be alive.
Taecyeon paced in a circle as he wiped Junho's blood off his face. Never in a million years did either of think Junho had the balls to do such a thing. Taecyeon stopped pacing when he saw Junho on his feet, swaying back and forth. His hands slightly below the levels of his eyes balled into tight fists. His shirt was soiled in blood, Taecyeon really did a number on him. But there he was still fighting.
Taecyeon chuckled at the sight. Junho gave him a smile. Taecyeon didn't let it get to him this time as he walked over to Junho and he slammed him into a wall again. "You don't give up do you?" Taecyeon smiled against Junho's ear sending shivers down his spine. He tried to push Taecyeon, his body failing him miserably. Taecyeon prssed him roughly into the wall. "If you're not going to give it to me, then I guess I'll just have to take it from you." Junho's eyes went wide as Taecyeon flashed his toothy grin, lust gleaming in his eyes. With ease he picked Junho up and tossed him onto the couch.
Taecyon slowly walked towards Junho, with a hungry look in his eyes. Junho wanted to run, he wanted to get out. But that was impossible. He backed up into the couch as ar as he could, but it didn't make difference. Taecyeon gripped Junho's inner thighs under his large hands and pulled him close. Taecyeon quickly attached his lips to Junho's neck. Marking him over and again. Junho was too tired, too weak to fight him off. He had no choice but to let the older man have his way. Taecyeon pulled at the hem of his shirt and let his fingers creep across the plains of his abs before completely ripping it off the younger man. His lips leaving Junho's neck only to attack his chest. His mouth finding Junho's nipple, his right hand playing with his twin. He gave the twin the same attention before he trailed down the younger's abdomen. Junho bit back the moan in his throat, denying Taecyeon any satisfaction as hips lips licked and nipped at his hip bone. But as Taecyeon continued his attack, Junho's member woke and betrayed him. Taecyeon smirked then dipped his hand into Junho's pants and roughly squeexed his growing erection. He let out a loud moan, and this drove Taecyeon wild. Deep, deep down inside Taecyeon knew Junho wanted it too. Deep down, he did but not like this. Taecyeon tore Junho's pants and boxers off his body before removing his own.
Junho just stared at Taecyeon with pleading eyes. Taecyeon dodged his gaze as he kissed Junho's lips. And when the younger didn't react Taecyeon positioned himself between his legs and caressed his body. Junho growled when Taecyeon's hand brushed against he throbbing member. Taecyeon took that sound for a lusty ok and thrusted himself into Junho with full force. Making Junho cream in agony, tears streaming down his face.
As Taecyeon continued to pound into him, Junho just wanted to die.
***
Junho was telling the truth when he told Taecyeon he was done. He wasn't lying, not this time. That was the reason why he waited until Taecyeon was asleep to leave after all this time. That was the reason he was in the back of this cab, crying his eyes out heading back where he abandoned everything he loved for Taecyeon. He had nothing but enough money to pay the cab fee, a pair of sunglasses, and the clothes on his back. He didn't care as long as he got away. He couldn't take the abuse, not anymore. He was so over it. So done. He didn't care what happened anymore. As long as he got some time away.
'WELCOME TO DAEGU'
Junho let his head hit the back of the seat as he read the sign. He was safe ... for now at least, he thought.
***
The cab stopped on a street with houses that still seemed to be alive despite being 2AM. He got out the care and looked around before he leaned into the passenger window, thanked and payed the cab driver. He waited for the cab to drive off into the night, took in his surrounding then bolted towards the house.
When he reached the door he banged on it in desperation. "Chansung! Open the door. Please. It's me, Junho! Chansung!!!He shouted as he continued to bang, hoping his old friend would open the door. After a few minutes of knocking he was going to give up, but he a light illuminated the house. Junho looked at the door with hopeful eyes.
He heard the door unlock from the other side along with a groan. "Chan-" He cut himself off when a person that wasn't Chansung opened the door. At the door stood a strikingly handsome, and dark haired man. His shirt was off, and all he had on was sweatpants that were low on his hips, exposing his V-cut. Even in the dim lighting you could see how sculpted his body was. His bed head and tired expression made Junho think he had just woken him up. Junho just stared at the man, his mouth hanging open. He was so stunning, Junho couldn't help it.
It wasn't until the other man spoke did Junho break from his trance. "Yes?" He rubbed his dark eyes looking at Junho.
"Uh. I was looking for my friend Chansung. Wrong house I gue-"
"No. You have the right house. I'm Junsu. Chansung's roommate. You are?" The man leaned closer flinging his hand out.
"Uh, uh. I'm uh Junho." Junho said quietly, as he took Junsu's hand and gave it a shake.
"Junho? Lee Junho?!" The man suddenly awake when Junho nodded looking confused. "Come in, please! Chansung has told me so much about you!" Junsu smiled brightly motioning for him to come in.
"Chansung talks about me?" Junho looked around the home, the memories helped him remember how much he missed his best friend, his old life.
"Yeah, all the time. You are his best friend after all." Junsu's voice was teasing but also warm and inviting. His cheerfulness made Junho smile. Junsu was at a lost for words when he saw Junho's smile. He just wished he could see his eyes. "Uh .. I'll go get um Chansung for you." He smiled briefly before he was about to step around Junho but something stopped him.
His hands reached out to Junho's waist as he was about to fall backwards before he caught him. His grip tightened when Junho's glasses fell off his face exposing the dark bruise under his eye to Junsu. He cringed at the sight.
Just then Junho completely fell into Junsu's arms, his body going completely limp. Junsu flaling back onto the couch, as he tried to level out the weight. Junho's body pressing against him as they landed on the couch with a loud thud.
"What the hell an, I can't even get a decent night's rest. What are you doing, have a fucking party? I swear to God, I'll kill you, Junsu. Chansung was growling as he ade his way down the steps. When he reached the bottom step his mouth dropped open when he saw Junsu and Junho in such a compromising position.
"A little help here?" Junsu's voice rang from underneath an unconscious Junho.
Rating: R
Pairing: Taecyeon/Junho, Junsu/Junho
Genre: Angst, Slight smut.
Summary: Junho left everything he ever loved for Taecyeon. But it turns out to be a big mistake. Will Junsu be able to help him pick up the pieces?
Warning: Abuse, Cussing.
Word Count: 2452
A/N: Please, don't hate me. LOL Comments are loved !
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys of One Day.
For taintedfeather
Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Arrrrg, Shut up!" Junho groaned while huddled on the small couch in the basement. His alarm from his phone blaring in his ears.
"OKAY. ALRIGHT! Just shut up already!" Junho let his left arm fling off the couch and trace the floor to find his annoying phone. He let his eyes adjust to the brightness of the room before he looked at the time.
"HOLY CRAP. IT'S 6 ALREADY?!?!" He bellowed out before launching himself off the small couch and running up the basement stairs into the kitchen.
By now this had become routine to Junho. Taecyeon leaving at 7 in the morning, coming home home at 7 at night. Too tired for Junho. Junho cooking and cleaning all day, like some desperate housewife in hopes that Taecyeon would take notice of his presence. But it never happened. Taecyeon never noticed.
Junho stood silently at the stove and prepared Taecyeon's food. Until he looked down and noticed the discolored patch of skin from under his long black shirt. That was odd, because at all costs he would never look down. He swallowed the limp in his throat as he poked at the bruise. 'Ah, that's a fresh one alright' he through when a burning sensation flooded his body. He rolled up his sleeve and watched at the discoloration danced up his arm. The bruises varied in shape, size, and pain. He lifted up his shirt to reveal his stomach just to see more bruises tattooed all over his body. He didn't know when it started but he was crying. Crying to the point where his entire vision was clouded. He slid down to the floor, holding onto himself. Silently crying, ignoring his food that began to boil over. Junho didn't know what happened, where the relationship went wrong. But like all bad things in his life, it was his fault.
Junho's cries were interrupted by a unfamiliar sound. He stopped his tears, wiped his face and collected his thoughts before he got to his feet. He reached across the counter for the knife he had been using. He slowly walked out of the kitchen, towards the steps. He stopped at the bottom of the steps, almost 100% sure what the noise was. "Maybe .. I left something on?"He questioned himself, trying to put positive thoughts in his mind. But as he made his way up the stairs, the sound filled his ears. It was too real. He couldn't think straight as he made his way down the narrow hallway. Eyes glued on the bedroom door. He inhaled just as he reached the cracked door. He slowly opened it to stay unnoticed, but he couldn't believe what he saw.
Straddled over Taecyeon was SeulOng, his friend. His so called friend. There he was riding Taecyeon, moaning out his name. Junho didn't know what to do. He was stunned, bewildered, he felt the utmost betrayal. At that moment, SeulOng threw his head back in pleasure, probably nearing his high, when through his half opened eyes saw Junho. He jumped off of Taecyeon, in lighting speed, into the corner near the window. Taecyeon unsure of what startled SeulOng until he too saw Junho standing there speechless. Junho just sat there for a moment, staring into Taecyeon's eyes. Until Junho broke the eye contact to look at SeulOng was trying to put on his clothes. He looked up at Junho a blush of embarrassment and eyes full of tears as he mouthed 'I'm sorry' to Junho. Junho looked back at Taecyeon, his eyes full of anger like they always were.
"Oh. Was this the important meeting you had today?!" Junho broke the silence."Please, on my behalf, please fucking continue." Just as Junho said that SeulOng blew past him, running down the stairs, out the front door, slamming it behind him.
Junho chuckled, "What a coward." Junho whispered lowly, shaking his head.
"Jun-" Taecyeon started to say something put Junho cut him off.
"Fuck off Taec." The venom in his words slapped Taecyeon in the face.
He shot him a the-fuck-did-you-just-say-to-me type of look before he lifted himself on his elbows. He was still lying naked in their bed. His words cut off once again as Junho spoke.
"No, Taecyeon." Taecyeon's eyes widen he never called him Taecyeon. Not since the first time they met. "Save it. I don't want to hear it. Keep your bullshit to yourself. I don't want anything to do with it anymore I'm so over it. I'm done." Junho's voice almost cracked, he was about to walk out the room. But Taecyeon's voice stopped him.
"You're done? Ha. Very funny, Junho. Stop your whining, and go get me my food, I'm starving."
Junho sucked in a breath of air before he turned his head and placed the knife on the dresser beside him. He took the picture of him and Taecyeon off the wall. Junho looked at it for a moment. His hand brushing across their faces. Taking in the memories of their first date, smiling a bit.
"See. that's more like it baby. Now go do what I told you to." His voice was sweet, innocent.
Junho just laughed. Taecyeon's face confused for a second then twisted in bewilderment. Junho had took the picture, spit on it then threw it to the floor, crushing it under his foot. Then turned around and left the room. He was in no hurry as he heard Taecyeon fumbling around for clothes. He made his way down the steps at a normal pace. He heard Taecyeon's heavy foot steps behind him. He wasn't in a hurry either.
As Junho entered the kitchen, Taecyeon was already down the stairs. In 3 long strides he was in the kitchen too, Junho half way down the basement steps. When Junho reached the last step, he turned around only to have Taecyeon's fist collide with his face blowing him half way across the room.
Taecyeon's hits always hurt, but never that much. He had all the wind knocked out of him. Just as he tried to get up, 2 large hands fisted his collar and dragged him over to the wall. Slamming him into it, Junho's blood oozing from his mouth. He was barely conscious at this point. Every time Junho's eyes would start to close Taecyeon would just press harder, waking him up.
"You know, this is all your fault, Junho. You make me do these things" Taecyeon's looked watery but Junho couldn't really tell. "I just want us to be hap-"
"Don't. You. DARE. Say. Happy." Junho managed to choke out. He couldn't believe what Taecyeon was saying.
One of Taecyeon's hands left his collar to be placed straight across Junho's neck. Pushing, applying so much pressure. Junho's blood pooled out of Junho's mouth. Junho's body going limp, dangling in the air. He felt so hopeless.
Junho looked into Taecyeon's eyes. Junho felt the pressure loosen around his neck. He hit a soft spot. Junho gathered a little strength and courage as he hacked up the blood that was clogging his throat into Taecyeon's face. The sympathy escaping his eyes as he let Junho down to the ground. He layed there on the floor gasping for air. He never felt happier to be alive.
Taecyeon paced in a circle as he wiped Junho's blood off his face. Never in a million years did either of think Junho had the balls to do such a thing. Taecyeon stopped pacing when he saw Junho on his feet, swaying back and forth. His hands slightly below the levels of his eyes balled into tight fists. His shirt was soiled in blood, Taecyeon really did a number on him. But there he was still fighting.
Taecyeon chuckled at the sight. Junho gave him a smile. Taecyeon didn't let it get to him this time as he walked over to Junho and he slammed him into a wall again. "You don't give up do you?" Taecyeon smiled against Junho's ear sending shivers down his spine. He tried to push Taecyeon, his body failing him miserably. Taecyeon prssed him roughly into the wall. "If you're not going to give it to me, then I guess I'll just have to take it from you." Junho's eyes went wide as Taecyeon flashed his toothy grin, lust gleaming in his eyes. With ease he picked Junho up and tossed him onto the couch.
Taecyon slowly walked towards Junho, with a hungry look in his eyes. Junho wanted to run, he wanted to get out. But that was impossible. He backed up into the couch as ar as he could, but it didn't make difference. Taecyeon gripped Junho's inner thighs under his large hands and pulled him close. Taecyeon quickly attached his lips to Junho's neck. Marking him over and again. Junho was too tired, too weak to fight him off. He had no choice but to let the older man have his way. Taecyeon pulled at the hem of his shirt and let his fingers creep across the plains of his abs before completely ripping it off the younger man. His lips leaving Junho's neck only to attack his chest. His mouth finding Junho's nipple, his right hand playing with his twin. He gave the twin the same attention before he trailed down the younger's abdomen. Junho bit back the moan in his throat, denying Taecyeon any satisfaction as hips lips licked and nipped at his hip bone. But as Taecyeon continued his attack, Junho's member woke and betrayed him. Taecyeon smirked then dipped his hand into Junho's pants and roughly squeexed his growing erection. He let out a loud moan, and this drove Taecyeon wild. Deep, deep down inside Taecyeon knew Junho wanted it too. Deep down, he did but not like this. Taecyeon tore Junho's pants and boxers off his body before removing his own.
Junho just stared at Taecyeon with pleading eyes. Taecyeon dodged his gaze as he kissed Junho's lips. And when the younger didn't react Taecyeon positioned himself between his legs and caressed his body. Junho growled when Taecyeon's hand brushed against he throbbing member. Taecyeon took that sound for a lusty ok and thrusted himself into Junho with full force. Making Junho cream in agony, tears streaming down his face.
As Taecyeon continued to pound into him, Junho just wanted to die.
***
Junho was telling the truth when he told Taecyeon he was done. He wasn't lying, not this time. That was the reason why he waited until Taecyeon was asleep to leave after all this time. That was the reason he was in the back of this cab, crying his eyes out heading back where he abandoned everything he loved for Taecyeon. He had nothing but enough money to pay the cab fee, a pair of sunglasses, and the clothes on his back. He didn't care as long as he got away. He couldn't take the abuse, not anymore. He was so over it. So done. He didn't care what happened anymore. As long as he got some time away.
'WELCOME TO DAEGU'
Junho let his head hit the back of the seat as he read the sign. He was safe ... for now at least, he thought.
***
The cab stopped on a street with houses that still seemed to be alive despite being 2AM. He got out the care and looked around before he leaned into the passenger window, thanked and payed the cab driver. He waited for the cab to drive off into the night, took in his surrounding then bolted towards the house.
When he reached the door he banged on it in desperation. "Chansung! Open the door. Please. It's me, Junho! Chansung!!!He shouted as he continued to bang, hoping his old friend would open the door. After a few minutes of knocking he was going to give up, but he a light illuminated the house. Junho looked at the door with hopeful eyes.
He heard the door unlock from the other side along with a groan. "Chan-" He cut himself off when a person that wasn't Chansung opened the door. At the door stood a strikingly handsome, and dark haired man. His shirt was off, and all he had on was sweatpants that were low on his hips, exposing his V-cut. Even in the dim lighting you could see how sculpted his body was. His bed head and tired expression made Junho think he had just woken him up. Junho just stared at the man, his mouth hanging open. He was so stunning, Junho couldn't help it.
It wasn't until the other man spoke did Junho break from his trance. "Yes?" He rubbed his dark eyes looking at Junho.
"Uh. I was looking for my friend Chansung. Wrong house I gue-"
"No. You have the right house. I'm Junsu. Chansung's roommate. You are?" The man leaned closer flinging his hand out.
"Uh, uh. I'm uh Junho." Junho said quietly, as he took Junsu's hand and gave it a shake.
"Junho? Lee Junho?!" The man suddenly awake when Junho nodded looking confused. "Come in, please! Chansung has told me so much about you!" Junsu smiled brightly motioning for him to come in.
"Chansung talks about me?" Junho looked around the home, the memories helped him remember how much he missed his best friend, his old life.
"Yeah, all the time. You are his best friend after all." Junsu's voice was teasing but also warm and inviting. His cheerfulness made Junho smile. Junsu was at a lost for words when he saw Junho's smile. He just wished he could see his eyes. "Uh .. I'll go get um Chansung for you." He smiled briefly before he was about to step around Junho but something stopped him.
His hands reached out to Junho's waist as he was about to fall backwards before he caught him. His grip tightened when Junho's glasses fell off his face exposing the dark bruise under his eye to Junsu. He cringed at the sight.
Just then Junho completely fell into Junsu's arms, his body going completely limp. Junsu flaling back onto the couch, as he tried to level out the weight. Junho's body pressing against him as they landed on the couch with a loud thud.
"What the hell an, I can't even get a decent night's rest. What are you doing, have a fucking party? I swear to God, I'll kill you, Junsu. Chansung was growling as he ade his way down the steps. When he reached the bottom step his mouth dropped open when he saw Junsu and Junho in such a compromising position.
"A little help here?" Junsu's voice rang from underneath an unconscious Junho.