3R [chapter 5]
Title: 3R [chapter 5]
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2544
Author's note: did you miss me? *sweats* sorry for the long wait, my muses were on vacation. thanks @egle0702 for editing all my bad grammar :3 and what a plot twist...hehe. Comment plz.
It’s been a few days since the head-splitting accident. During that time Chansung mostly slept. Nothing like nausea and headache to lock someone to bed. This morning, however, Chansung finally feels like he can do more than just sit or sleep. The worst part of the concussion is over.
The Sergeant stands up and stretches his arms up, the action giving a great satisfaction as there’s no more dizziness. He walks downstairs to find some of his men chatting casually and then greeting him as soon as Chansung enters their vision.
“How’s the patient doing?” Nichkhun asks, bringing a cup of tea to Chansung. Nichkhun’s smile is so bright, it makes Chansung feel at ease whenever he sees it.
“Much better. I think we won’t stay here any longer.” Chansung takes the cup and sips the tea. “What’s that? Mint leaves?”
“It sure is. From my secret stash.” He winks at Chansung playfully and he can’t help but chuckle.
“Quality stuff, huh?”
“You know where the goodies are; hit me up anytime.”
“Can you get any cornier?” Namyong interrupts, passing by.
“Do I hear jealousy?” Nichkhun says laughing and watches Namyong disappear behind the corner, noticing a small grin on the latter’s face. “Are you sure about leaving soon?” His face quickly changes into a serious one, clearly taking Chansung’s condition into consideration. “You know we don’t have to hurry anywhere.” Nichkhun probably hints at Junho, who’s responsible for luring everyone into this trip.
“I’m fine. We’re leaving tomorrow, so spread the word and prepare for the trip.” Chansung gives the empty cup back to Nichkhun. “I’m going to get some fresh air.”
“Alright, Sergeant.” Chansung grins and pats Nichkhun’s shoulder, leaving the house.
It’s a bit windy outside, but the autumn chill feels pleasant. Chansung frowns when he thinks winter is around the corner and surviving through it will require more resources and strength. Their coming to the southern part of the country is probably a good idea and there’s no need to halt this trip any longer.
He stops in his track when he sees a half-naked Junho, removing laundry off the rope. He doesn’t see him as Chansung’s a bit further, looking at him from behind. There’s a warm tingle in Chansung stomach when Junho grabs a turtleneck and raises his arms high, turning sideways and pulling the black material over his head. Chansung’s eyes dart to Junho’s impressive abdomen, pretty sure it’d feel firm and warm if he had a chance to touch it.
Chansung quickly regains his composure, when Junho pulls the rest of his garment down and rolls the turtle neck down from his face. His eyes light up when he notices Chansung, giving him a wide smile. “You’re up!” they move towards each other, smiles plastered over their faces. Chansung feels like an idiot for some reason. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better. We’re moving tomorrow.” Chansung stops in front of Junho.
“Really? Tomorrow?” Junho looks slightly confused.
“What, you don’t want to?”
“No no, it’s not that...” Chansung waits for a more elaborate explanation as Junho glances down briefly and then looks back at him. “I was worried about you. I mean, your condition. Concussion is a rather annoying thing...” He glances at Chansung’s stitches, fidgeting slightly. “You should get those removed. Wait.” Junho fishes something out of his pockets. Then, he looks up at Chansung. “If you could bend down slightly... You’re tall.”
Chansung chuckles heartily. “Sorry, kinda forgot about that.” He bends lower and supports his weight with one hand leaning on the tree behind Junho.
“Efficient, remember?” Junho moves closer to Chansung’s face.
“How can I forget?” He looks at Junho’s face and feels heat radiating from him. That closeness is making Chansung feel drowsy and comfortable.
Junho’s slender fingers touch Chansung’s forehead and he closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation until he feels discomfort of the stitches being removed. “Sorry,” Junho says gently, noticing a frown on Chansung’s face.
It ends way too quickly and Chansung’s forced to abandon that warmth as he reclines back to a regular standing position. “You should go and disinfect it, just in case.”
“How’s your own wound?” Chansung glances at the bandage slightly peeking from the hem of Junho’s turtle neck.
“Huh?” Junho looks slightly surprised. “Oh, it’s getting better. Don’t worry.”
“Really? It’s taking quite a long time to recover for you.” Chansung reaches his hand towards Junho’s neck and when he’s about to touch it, Junho’s hand catches his, seemingly almost absentmindedly.
“My artery was damaged, it’s a miracle I’m alive.” He explains quickly. “I’m not taking any chances getting it infected until it’s fully healed... So...” Junho’s fingers squeeze Chansung’s and after seeing the taller male’s calm face Junho releases the latter’s hand, as if showing trust.
“Well then, have a speedy recovery, Junho.” Chansung pulls back and at that moment there’s a voice behind them.
“Hey, Sergeant, I heard you were up and as fresh as a daisy.” Chansung turns around and sees Wooyoung, grinning widely. “While you were sleeping, I made something.” Wooyoung looks eager to show that something to Chansung.
“Really? What is it?” He arches his eyebrow.
“Come and I’ll show you.” His mischievous smile intrigues Chansung and the latter glances back at the puzzled Junho, excusing himself.
They walk towards the truck. “I’m a genius technician with a few side hobbies, you know.” Wooyoung drapes his arm over Chansung’s shoulder unexpectedly, glancing back at Junho and giving him a wink.
“Are you high or something?” Seeing Wooyoung so chipper is a bit unusual, knowing his friend died not too long ago. The latter just laughs it off, puzzling Chansung even more.
“Why are you asking? Do you like seeing depressed men?” Chansung rolls his eyes at Wooyoung.
“No, it’s just... You seem different. Are you sure you’re not having a PTSD or something? I don’t need you going on a rage killing spree in the middle of the night.” They stop at the back of the truck and Wooyoung looks serious for a moment.
“I have different coping mechanisms.” His smile seems genuine this time. “And I’m not the type to dwell on bad experiences. I like moving forward more than pitying myself and doing nothing about it. I’m a chipper guy actually, a bit sassy, but yeah.” He then leans closer, with an overly serious expression. “And I’m not going to kill you in the middle of the night. Who will save my untrained ass?”
“If you say so...” Chansung sighs. The technician looks very entertaining yet mysterious, but it takes time to get to know someone. So far he has seen just one side of Wooyoung and now that he’s seeing him being so lively, it relieves and burdens him at the same time. He’s quite a character.
“So,” Wooyoung takes something from the truck. “Here it is.” He’s holding a hand-made device in his hands, clearly very proud of it as he grins, waiting for Chansung to talk. It’s no bigger than a cell-phone, but it’s thicker.
“And this is..?”
“Zombie catcher.” Wooyoung says and Chansung raises an eyebrow. “Basically, it’s a heat sensor for zombies.” Wooyoung stands on the Sergeant’s left, turns the device on and directs it at the people in the yard. “You know how body heat sensors work, right?” Chansung nods. “I made this device and changed up a few things, so it would show only zombies. Their bodies are not hot enough, but they’re not completely cold. They couldn’t move if they were frozen, yeah?”
“That’s true.” Chansung bites on his lip, staring at the dark screen.
“Their temperature is different, so I had to figure out how to make the device sense them. And after a few days, while you were sleeping, I finally managed to get it down. I altered this thing so it would show only zombies. That’s why you see an empty screen even though I’m pointing it at your team members. The same goes for animals. If you see a dot on this screen, it means you’re about to kiss a zombie.”
“And we don’t want that.”
“Right? So, this device won’t mislead us. In times when we can’t see much, like a wall or simply night time, we just have to point this sensor and it will tell us how many zombies there are. No living humans involved. Pretty cool, huh?” Wooyoung looks up at Chansung as if waiting for a cookie.
“I have to say you’ve done a good job while I was out of it. Can you make more?”
“Sure, I just have to get more parts to make more.”
“Hmm...” Chansung nods, staring at the device. “So we will have to go shopping, it seems.”
“Yeah. Whenever we get the chance.” Wooyoung touches Chansung’s arm. “Any electronics shop will do. We don’t have to go out of our way.”
“Alright. I will see what we can manage.”
“Cool.” Wooyoung smiles, something odd lingering behind his eyes. For the meantime, Chansung decides to not question Wooyoung’s peculiar nature. As long as he’s not depressed, everything will be just fine.
By the evening, Chansung feels good enough to try out the device he got from Wooyoung all by himself. From what he has heard, there haven’t been that may roamers around and this area seems to be relatively safe. Of course they could stay here longer, but something tells Chansung that they have to get moving. Whatever awaits them at the end of this trip, will have an impact on everyone. At least he expects that and hopes it to be a positive experience.
Taecyeon offers to go together, but Chansung objects, saying it’s not necessary. They have binoculars and sniper rifles to watch him from afar anyway. He’s safe with a team like this behind his back.
The grass sounds crunchy, coloured by red sunrays. If not for occasional dead bodies lying around further away, it’d be a pretty nice autumn evening scenery. Now it’s just macabre.
Chansung walks at a normal pace with a gun hung over his shoulder. He makes his way towards the bushes and stops, seeing two dots appear on the zombie sensor screen. “I can manage this.” He mumbles and takes a few steps back, listening to the moaning sounds as the roamers probably have already noticed him.
Two men appear out of the bushes - one with no arms and the other one in a rather decent condition. Chansung points his gun and kills the better looking one first. The Sergeant doesn’t waste any ammo on the armless one as he kicks it and crushes his head with a foot. Only then he notices that both of them are wearing the same uniforms as him.
They must have died together. Probably protecting someone. Chansung squats, looking at them.
There’s a burning sensation in Chansung’s chest as he thinks about his own squad and how lucky they are to still be together. Like a powerful fist. Not only that, they got new people too. A highly skilled soldier and a genius technician. It’s like he’s won a lottery with an addition like that.
He will do anything to protect all of his men, even if it’d cost him his own life. To Chansung, they’re not only his comrades and team members, they’re his friends too.
Chansung stands up and pays his respects to the two fallen soldiers. Then, he turns on his heel and proceeds walking back home.
His body feels slightly rigid after being lazy for a few days. Chansung’s room is lit only by the moonlight when he gets out of the bed to do some exercises. Once in a while, he gets this craving to do some exercises before falling asleep. Now even more, to warm up his muscles and refresh them a bit. He needs to prepare for the trip, even if exercising takes 30 minutes or more.
He lays a cloth on the floor and starts off with some stretching exercises and it feels great to sense the tension in his sleepy muscles. Chansung loses himself in time, doing all kinds of exercises. His body gets slightly sweaty as he’s doing push ups and when he hears a quiet knock on his door, Chansung stops and looks up. Wooyoung’s head pops in.
“Oh, you’re still awake.” He lets himself in as Chansung stands up.
“Yeah. What brings you here?” Chansung rubs the back of his neck, feeling cold sweat gathered there.
“How did you like the device?” Wooyoung comes closer and Chansung can swear the way he asked that question feels like Wooyoung’s not very interested in the answer.
“It’s... pretty accurate...” Chansung watches Wooyoung move closer and there’s that odd glint in his eyes again, as if he’s assessing the situation, and yet, nevertheless, he looks very confident about something. Chansung narrows his eyes. “You didn’t come here to ask about the device, did you?” He states, when there’s very little distance between him and Wooyoung. His heartbeat fastens when Wooyoung’s hand touches his damp chest. “Wooyoung, what are you doing?” Chansung’s voice is quiet, but demanding.
“I’m pretty much sure we’re on the same page.” He grins.
“And what page is that?”
“Sexually frustrated.” Chansung’s eyebrows rise in astonishment.
“Wait, what are you-” He’s taken by surprise, when Wooyoung’s other hand slips through the boxers he’s wearing.
“Shh... Today, I saw you looking at him.” Chansung’s eyes widen in shock as Wooyoung whispers. “Junho, I mean. Then, it hit me. You like men. So do I. And we both need some action. You get my equation?” Chansung lets out a breathy sigh, feeling Wooyoung’s hand stroking on his hardening erection.
“I do, but...” Wooyoung squeezes him harder and Chansung yelps quietly.
“Hey, don’t worry. No strings attached. I’m here simply for the business.”
“You’re cold.” Chansung states, not objecting whatever is happening in his underwear.
“Well, you’re hot and I can use that.” Wooyoung chuckles as he kisses Chansung’s neck and pushes him down on the bed. “Do I hear an agreement?” He asks when Chansung breathes heavier.
“Fuck you.” He says, half grinning and soon enough his mouth gets shut by Wooyoung’s lips. They feel cold and Chansung can really tell he only means business. His moves seem calculated and not much emotion put into it, however, one thing is clear - passion is there.
It feels so liberating to finally be touched by someone else’s hands and their breathing gets heavier as Wooyoung kisses him down, his lips trailing over Chansung’s hot skin. When Wooyoung takes him into his mouth, Chansung closes his eyes at the wet sensation around his throbbing cock. At that moment, Chansung imagines it’s Junho down there and everything changes. The lust gets stronger and he barely keeps himself from thrusting into that mouth. Wooyoung’s tongue works skilfully with one hand, while the other one’s in his own pants, taking care of himself. Chansung doesn’t feel the need to help him. After all, Wooyoung was the one who threw himself at him, meaning business.
Chansung’s about to reach the climax, when he turns his head to the side and through the crack of the door, his eyes meet Junho’s. Only this time, it’s not his imagination.