Devil of My Heart - 6
Title: Devil of My Heart
Pairings: Yoosu & other DBSK
Rating: PG13 to R
Chapters: ?
Summary: Born in poverty Junsu was sold away to become a slave, but he was tempted by his Young Master Yoochun into passions he would never forget. Who knew their love could grow so strong under the pressure of Yoochun's intolerance family? Worse yet, Yoochun is about to become a married man.
Plotbunny: veggieincoma
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
They held hands walking home along a quiet path, away from the life of the marketplace and the city itself. Junsu’s eyes would avert softly towards the man leading him and somewhere deep in his heart a burst of excitement surfaced. He gazed down at their knotted fingers, he loved the way Yoochun’s thumb would brush past his once in a while. The young boy can’t help but feel as if he owes Yoochun one, for letting him experience that sensation though received nothing in return.
“Why are we stopping here?” Junsu asked, confused that Yoochun let go of his hand.
His Young Master smiled, “I don’t want to go home yet,”
“But you said-”
“I want to sit here a bit,” Yoochun replied tugging onto Junsu’s sleeve to get him to sit too.
It was truly beautiful, if you’d take your time to notice it. Simple as it is the river had a radiance to it that complimented the trees. Soft summer winds cooed into their ears as birds fluttered across the blue sky. He took a seat next to Yoochun whose eyes seemed to be distant. Allowing himself to relax he leaned to his back and rolled onto the ground staring into space.
It was only seconds afterwards that he felt a hand on this stomach, Junsu purred almost too softly when Yoochun began caressing him. “Let’s take a nap huh?” he encouraged and continued to ease Junsu into comfort with his hand. Softly and gently, he smothered them over the boy’s flat stomach until he closed his eyes.
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Around him the night sky had fallen upon them, interestingly enough there weren’t any stars visible. “Yah, Junsu ah,” he turned to the other man lightly patting his arm until the boy stir, face with a restless expression Yoochun smiled. “We should head home,”
“Yeah.”
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And just like that another day wasted with Yoochun. His life as Yoochun’s personal servant was almost too pleasant. They were lucky nobody caught them climbing over the walls in the middle of the night. Yoochun lifted Junsu first and made sure he made it over to the other side before climbing himself over.
“Shhh!” he beckoned the boy gripping onto his hand, eyes widened as a light flashed through the main house. Yoochun could probably sense Junsu’s pounding heart as well the worried look on his face despite the darkness; they crept slowly as if they were some sort of criminal. “Shit!” Yoochun cried in a whisper, “If my parents find out I come home this late I’ll be grounded for sure.”
Upon reaching Yoochun’s room successfully Junsu couldn’t help but feel saddened at the thought they would be separated by another night. The man let go of their hands and turned to face him in front of his room. “Do you want me to walk you back to your room?” he asked with sincerity.
Junsu shook his head, “You’d probably get into trouble, I’ll be fine,” he smiled and bowed down too Yoochun. “Goodnight!”
Before he could completely finish his step away from the room Yoochun’s finger had wrapped around his wrist, “Umm…” his eyes told some lingering insecurities that Junsu couldn’t read. Those lips murmured to speak but stopped. “Goodnight,” he finally finishes and it took Junsu a few seconds to recollect himself from that expression and nod. He walked away and Yoochun’s eyes followed the boy’s body until it was swallowed by the dark.
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“What?” Yoochun nearly shouted slamming the table and the breakfast shook, his family eying him. The servants standing around swallowed backing away from the Parks breakfast table a step.
“Sit down!” Min Sook shouted back. “Don’t you have manners?”
Master Park eyed his son with disapproval and he was about to speak when the Mistress stepped in, “Yoochun ah,” she beckoned her son to calm down, “What’s wrong with Cha Hee? She’s beautiful, bright, and successful.”
“Mother,” he choked suddenly losing his appetite, “I can’t get married now,”
“And why not?” Master Part asks calmly, “I don’t see the purpose of letting you run around and play like you’re still a little kid,” Min Sook nodded.
His eyes is filled with a blank spark, “I full, I’m going to the market,”
“Yah! Park Yoochun ah!” Mistress called after he angrily stomps out.
`
Junsu eyes lit up and a smile automatically spread from ear to ear as he saw his Young Master approaching. He’s could have sworn he waited for nearly centuries for them to be done with breakfast. Jumping off the log behind the back house he waddled toward the man, “Yoochun ah,” he greeted happily.
“Let’s go!” Yoochun immediately took hold of his hand, spun around and pull.
The young slave's smile slowly died a bit as his innocent eyes pondered, “Where are we going?” he stumbled to keep up with Yoochun.
“Away.”
Away was at that place again, filled with a forest of hopes. Junsu remembered napping yesterday and it felt so peaceful, he decided he has grew to love this place. However his mind was still wondering why Yoochun’s face express so much grief and irritation today. He looked over to see his Young Master throwing rocks into the water, silently cursing under his breath.
Slowly he crept over and sat by him and Yoochun turned his head to look at Junsu, his eyes bore into the boy’s face for what seems like eternity. Stunned but trapped by the gaze Junsu didn’t dare to break the intense gape. A smile awkwardly curved over his lips hoping to ease the tension.
A hand reached out to grab his head and pulled him into the broad chest, Junsu slipped into the hold and hugged the man back. God, if he could feel this way forever he’ll give up anything he had. Not that he had much. His head leans up to kiss Yoochun’s throat because he was glad to be engulfed in this warmth of love.
It was hard to explain how his heart had sped up so much, but he knew that he truly did belong in those arms. He wants to belong. “Please be happy again,” his small voice mumbled into Yoochun’s ears, his lips brushed softly against his cheek. Intoxicating was the word and also very addicting, he loves the smell of Yoochun. Impossible to describe but he smells love infused within the man’s skin.
He sure as hell didn’t understand why Yoochun is so sad all of a sudden but that didn’t stop him from trying to help. Yoochun loosen his own grip to let Junsu crawled up and kissed him. The lips felt light at first, sparingly pressing against his, then the boy’s tongue slipped over his bottom lip and he sucked. Yoochun kisses back hungrily, swallowing Junsu’s lips and tongue, hand on the small of his back rubbing every so lightly but it was also very encouraging. “Lover,” the voice caresses his ears pervaded with the soft summer wind.
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Pairings: Yoosu & other DBSK
Rating: PG13 to R
Chapters: ?
Summary: Born in poverty Junsu was sold away to become a slave, but he was tempted by his Young Master Yoochun into passions he would never forget. Who knew their love could grow so strong under the pressure of Yoochun's intolerance family? Worse yet, Yoochun is about to become a married man.
Plotbunny: veggieincoma
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
They held hands walking home along a quiet path, away from the life of the marketplace and the city itself. Junsu’s eyes would avert softly towards the man leading him and somewhere deep in his heart a burst of excitement surfaced. He gazed down at their knotted fingers, he loved the way Yoochun’s thumb would brush past his once in a while. The young boy can’t help but feel as if he owes Yoochun one, for letting him experience that sensation though received nothing in return.
“Why are we stopping here?” Junsu asked, confused that Yoochun let go of his hand.
His Young Master smiled, “I don’t want to go home yet,”
“But you said-”
“I want to sit here a bit,” Yoochun replied tugging onto Junsu’s sleeve to get him to sit too.
It was truly beautiful, if you’d take your time to notice it. Simple as it is the river had a radiance to it that complimented the trees. Soft summer winds cooed into their ears as birds fluttered across the blue sky. He took a seat next to Yoochun whose eyes seemed to be distant. Allowing himself to relax he leaned to his back and rolled onto the ground staring into space.
It was only seconds afterwards that he felt a hand on this stomach, Junsu purred almost too softly when Yoochun began caressing him. “Let’s take a nap huh?” he encouraged and continued to ease Junsu into comfort with his hand. Softly and gently, he smothered them over the boy’s flat stomach until he closed his eyes.
`
Around him the night sky had fallen upon them, interestingly enough there weren’t any stars visible. “Yah, Junsu ah,” he turned to the other man lightly patting his arm until the boy stir, face with a restless expression Yoochun smiled. “We should head home,”
“Yeah.”
`
And just like that another day wasted with Yoochun. His life as Yoochun’s personal servant was almost too pleasant. They were lucky nobody caught them climbing over the walls in the middle of the night. Yoochun lifted Junsu first and made sure he made it over to the other side before climbing himself over.
“Shhh!” he beckoned the boy gripping onto his hand, eyes widened as a light flashed through the main house. Yoochun could probably sense Junsu’s pounding heart as well the worried look on his face despite the darkness; they crept slowly as if they were some sort of criminal. “Shit!” Yoochun cried in a whisper, “If my parents find out I come home this late I’ll be grounded for sure.”
Upon reaching Yoochun’s room successfully Junsu couldn’t help but feel saddened at the thought they would be separated by another night. The man let go of their hands and turned to face him in front of his room. “Do you want me to walk you back to your room?” he asked with sincerity.
Junsu shook his head, “You’d probably get into trouble, I’ll be fine,” he smiled and bowed down too Yoochun. “Goodnight!”
Before he could completely finish his step away from the room Yoochun’s finger had wrapped around his wrist, “Umm…” his eyes told some lingering insecurities that Junsu couldn’t read. Those lips murmured to speak but stopped. “Goodnight,” he finally finishes and it took Junsu a few seconds to recollect himself from that expression and nod. He walked away and Yoochun’s eyes followed the boy’s body until it was swallowed by the dark.
`
“What?” Yoochun nearly shouted slamming the table and the breakfast shook, his family eying him. The servants standing around swallowed backing away from the Parks breakfast table a step.
“Sit down!” Min Sook shouted back. “Don’t you have manners?”
Master Park eyed his son with disapproval and he was about to speak when the Mistress stepped in, “Yoochun ah,” she beckoned her son to calm down, “What’s wrong with Cha Hee? She’s beautiful, bright, and successful.”
“Mother,” he choked suddenly losing his appetite, “I can’t get married now,”
“And why not?” Master Part asks calmly, “I don’t see the purpose of letting you run around and play like you’re still a little kid,” Min Sook nodded.
His eyes is filled with a blank spark, “I full, I’m going to the market,”
“Yah! Park Yoochun ah!” Mistress called after he angrily stomps out.
`
Junsu eyes lit up and a smile automatically spread from ear to ear as he saw his Young Master approaching. He’s could have sworn he waited for nearly centuries for them to be done with breakfast. Jumping off the log behind the back house he waddled toward the man, “Yoochun ah,” he greeted happily.
“Let’s go!” Yoochun immediately took hold of his hand, spun around and pull.
The young slave's smile slowly died a bit as his innocent eyes pondered, “Where are we going?” he stumbled to keep up with Yoochun.
“Away.”
Away was at that place again, filled with a forest of hopes. Junsu remembered napping yesterday and it felt so peaceful, he decided he has grew to love this place. However his mind was still wondering why Yoochun’s face express so much grief and irritation today. He looked over to see his Young Master throwing rocks into the water, silently cursing under his breath.
Slowly he crept over and sat by him and Yoochun turned his head to look at Junsu, his eyes bore into the boy’s face for what seems like eternity. Stunned but trapped by the gaze Junsu didn’t dare to break the intense gape. A smile awkwardly curved over his lips hoping to ease the tension.
A hand reached out to grab his head and pulled him into the broad chest, Junsu slipped into the hold and hugged the man back. God, if he could feel this way forever he’ll give up anything he had. Not that he had much. His head leans up to kiss Yoochun’s throat because he was glad to be engulfed in this warmth of love.
It was hard to explain how his heart had sped up so much, but he knew that he truly did belong in those arms. He wants to belong. “Please be happy again,” his small voice mumbled into Yoochun’s ears, his lips brushed softly against his cheek. Intoxicating was the word and also very addicting, he loves the smell of Yoochun. Impossible to describe but he smells love infused within the man’s skin.
He sure as hell didn’t understand why Yoochun is so sad all of a sudden but that didn’t stop him from trying to help. Yoochun loosen his own grip to let Junsu crawled up and kissed him. The lips felt light at first, sparingly pressing against his, then the boy’s tongue slipped over his bottom lip and he sucked. Yoochun kisses back hungrily, swallowing Junsu’s lips and tongue, hand on the small of his back rubbing every so lightly but it was also very encouraging. “Lover,” the voice caresses his ears pervaded with the soft summer wind.
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