Drunken Dreams [Incomplete]
Title: Drunken Dreams
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: surreal
Rating: PG?
Length: Oneshot
Summary: Yoochun is ill/drunk, and he can't tell when he's dreaming.
The club lights were spinning, the music carrying Yoochun’s mind in circles as the heavy bass shook the ground. He knew he was drunk. He had been lounging at the bar too long watching Jaejoong watch Yunho dance. A girl tugged on his sleeve. She’d been trying to get him out on the floor all night, but now he was too far gone to make the decision to say no. Maybe that’s what she’d wanted. Jaejoong made no comment as Yoochun stood up, probably because he predicted what would happen anyway.
As soon as he was on his feet Yoochun was swaying, mostly to the music, but a little to the beat in his head as well. He did manage to dance a little, make it through a song or two, before it got to be too much. The world blurred before his eyes, Jaejoong was supporting him suddenly, and then he blacked out.
--
Yoochun wakes up in a car, the uneven road bellow making it rock every now and again. He is in the backseat, head knocking against the window, and he groans as he sits up. He should have a hangover, he should, but it’s not his head that hurts. Actually, nothing hurts, but his vision is still fuzzy as if he’s still drunk, and his body feels strange. The guy next to him looks over, surprised he’s awake, and reaches out to feel his forehead.
Yoochun frowns. He doesn’t recognize the face, but the warm hand against his cold skin feels wonderful, and he leans into the touch.
“You’re warm…” The others voice echoes in his head, sounding farther away then it should. Yoochun starts to shake his head.
“No I’m not. I’m cold…” The guy is shaking his head.
“Are you ok? You’re wearing a jacket…” Yoochun glances down, noticing the thick jacket he’s wearing.
“But I’m cold…” He repeats, confusion clouding him. The other guy’s hand moves down from his forehead to grip his hand instead.
“Are you ok?” He asks again, but Yoochun can barely here him. He leans forward, resting his body against the other guy’s. “Yoochun… Yoochun….”
“I’m fine Su…”
--
Yoochun sits up in bed, feeling like shit. The hangover is there, like it should be, but the name “Su” is still echoing in his head. He’s trying to remember the details of the car, of the guy’s face, but it’s blurry. It might have actually happened, but he doubts it.
Shaking his head a little he pushes himself up off the bed, only to be struck with a bout of dizziness. He reaches up to feel his head where there is a heavy pounding under his skin and groans.
“Yoochun?” There are arms around him before he realizes there’s someone in the room with him. The comfort of the embrace makes him feel slightly better, but the voice…
He tries to look up, but his vision is blurred once again. It should be Jae holding him, that would make sense, since Jae drove him home. It isn’t Jae.
“Su…?” The other is rocking him slowly, murmuring softly to him. At first he doesn’t understand. The voice is comforting, but he shouldn’t need comforting. He’s fine it’s just a hangover… The nausea hits rolls through him in a wave then and he feels like throwing up. Instinctively his hands grip the guy holding him. “Su-“ His ability to see is fading again. He struggles against it, trying to hold on to the boy in his arms, but he slips away.
--
This time when he wakes up it is bright light, not darkness, that blinds him. His vision is surprisingly clear, the sky brilliant and blue above him. He’s at a park, though he can’t remember how he got there. He’s lying on his back in the grass, so the first thing he does is sit up, but slowly this time, wary of the nausea he now expects.
When he notices the boy sitting next to him he isn’t surprised so much as confused.
“Who are you?” The guy turns to him, and smiles as if seeing him awake has made his day.
“You’re awake. Feeling better?” The guy reaches out, brushing the hair out of Yoochun’s eyes. Yoochun’s frown evaporates, a smile tugging at his mouth, though he doesn’t know why.
“I guess… Who-“ But the other guy just shakes his head.
“You know me, Yoochun. It’s Su remember? Junsu?” Yoochun frowns again, because the strange feelings is back, only now he really is warm. Uncomfortably so.
“Su?” He tries to process the thought, but he can’t. The guy reaches for him, pulling at him, pulling him close.
"Yoochun?"