Bring me Junsu! part 1/3
Ok, Sharl, here it is. King Yoochun yelling "Bring me Junsu"! I know I said it would be a short but apparently I don't know how to write short stories, eh!
Chihana, I tried to save Junsu but my muse just won't listen to me. She keeps obeying King Yoochun.
Pairing: Yoosu
Warning: King Yoochun isn't fluffy.
I am furious. How could my Queen dare? I am the King, I live for my people, there is little that I can take for myself. Which is why what is mine is mine. I want my Queen to have eyes only for me. I can demand at least that. And punish for such affront.
-Bring me Junsu!
My guards race at the sound of my voice but they seem lost which just enrages me further. This is inadmissible. How can they presume to be guards to the King when they can’t even find one scared person? My eyes follow them, unforgiving and I know they are scared of me. As well they should be. I will not tolerate any mores mistakes or dishonour. If I need to be as scary as my father was to be respected as King then I will do it. I pace the throne room, impatient for the guards to return. It is Jaejoong, my captain, the one who finally approaches.
-Your Majesty, it seems a horse is missing.
-Jaejoong, I hope you are already chasing before you came to tell me that.
-Yes, Your Majesty. The horse’s trail is being followed already. Yesterday’s rain is on our side.
I grunt and turn to go to the stables. I want to follow as well. I want to be there so I can look right at those eyes when there is no more room to run. I smile in anticipation, I will love to see that despair. My horse senses my mood and as soon as I set it loose it races across the wet fields. The trail is really easy to follow, even without the additional marks from the guards who went ahead. Some of the guards near me can ride faster because their robes are less heavy. I nearly bark my order at Jaejoong and the others.
-Bring me Junsu!
Finally, they speed up and I follow closely. My horse is strong and used to the additional weight of my official robes. Deep inside the forest I hear my guards calling me. In a clearing I see them holding a struggling helpless body. The screams are piercing, the panic in them is so strong I can almost taste it. I search those eyes but the face remains glued to my horse’s hooves the second my presence is known. The mud from the recent rain has turned the clothes filthy. Even the guards holding him are looking filthy. I wonder why Junsu bothered fighting or even running away in the first place. I scrunch my nose in distaste. This entire situation revolves my stomach.
-Take him back so I can decide the appropriate punishment.
I turn my horse away thinking that Junsu crying is just as annoying as his previous futile escape. When I reach the palace it has started to rain heavily. I stay in the stables for some time, taking care of my horse in an attempt to calm myself. I always took pride in being a fair and just King and I wish to remain so but my anger is clouding my judgement. I know that. I force my breathing to calm down at the same time my horse also calms down from the fast chase. When I finally hand back the horse to my servants I am once again master of myself.
Outside I find that the others have returned already. Jaejoong approaches waiting for instructions.
-Bring the Queen to the throne room. Wait for me there.
I go up the steps to my personal rooms. I need a bath to take away the filth. Later, as I slowly walk to the throne room I can hear the low whispers all over the palace. Everyone is wondering how I will punish my Queen. They seem eager for blood. I almost laugh at that. I’m supposed to be the one who’s the son of a madman, yet they are the ones clamouring for blood. There’s a distant sound of thunder and I turn my eyes outside to the heavy rain. Truthfully my body is still thrumming with rage and I am considering spilling blood. How could my Queen dare?
Inside the throne room everyone stills when I enter. I sit down taking care to avoid anyone’s eyes. Only when I am sitting on my throne do I look around the room, forcing everyone to avoid their own eyes. Their morbid curiosity irritated me. All these nobles who swear allegiance to me are mostly liars. The fear my father instilled in them is what keeps me as the King. That and how ruthless I have shown to be at times. I hate that I have to go to such lengths. I hate it even more that my own Queen is now testing me. I can’t let it go. The punishment needs to be harsh and public.
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Junsu cries silently. He is scared senseless. He knows that at any moment the King is going to take out a sword and cut his head off. He can’t survive this. He can’t. More tears fall down. He hates feeling helpless but there’s nothing he can do. He tried. He run away. Still the guards caught him and now he’s here, kneeling in front of the King, the nobles and the guards. Junsu’s hands hold tight to his wet robe. He’s shaking from the cold but the fear is making him feel even colder.
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King Yoochun’s voice suddenly makes everyone’s breath stop to not miss a word.
-Tell me, my Queen, what do I do now with you?
The audience inhales waiting for an answer. The Kings’s voice was almost kind but unlike the Queen they can see the King’s eyes and there is unforgiveness in them. The Queen trembles, too afraid to look up to the King.
-My Lord, please. Nothing has happened. Nothing. I swear to you on my life.
-Your life is not worth much right now, is it? You say nothing has happened? Well, maybe if I believe you I will allow your death to be painless.
Half the room pities the Queen who is now crying desperately on the floor, begging for forgiveness but King Yoochun seems immune to the panicked pleas. The Queen starts asking for imprisonment, exile, anything, just not death.
-Think well, my Queen. Sometimes death is more kind.
The King lets his eyes study the silent room. He can see that some of his nobles are secretly enjoying the spectacle. Their presence irritates him and the King gets up from his throne walking around the room. Immediately Changmin and Yunho flank him. The King, who normally resents the need for their constant presence, welcomes it this time. His nobles know exactly who these two guards are and fear them because their loyalty to the King is indisputable. When the King sits back again he fights his tiredness. Half the faces he just studied would stab him if not for his guards. His irritated temper rebels against having to put on a show for such men.
-Out of here!
Some feet shuffle on the floor but no one moves, unsure of who is being ordered out.
-I, Park Yoochun, your King, have ordered you to leave. I know all my counsellors would love to give their opinion on how to deal with my Queen but I do not need it. Get out of here! Guards, show them the way out!
The King nods at Jaejoong who also orders some of the guards out, leaving only the ones he is sure of their loyalty to their King. The silence in the room becomes heavy. The only sound is soft crying at the feet of the throne. The guards move closer to the walls sensing that the King is growing angrier again, his gaze ice cold.
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I am tired of all of this. I want to kill my Queen but I don’t want to either. Besides, what would be the point? I would only have to marry again. At least, this way I already know with what I can count on. Still the need to punish boils my blood. Blood. Yes, maybe I will spill some blood. I stand up again and draw my sword. The sound makes the Queen steal a glance at me. I walk slowly, deliberately, my gaze focused. Every step I take my Queen crawls away from me on the floor, fear so strong that there is no sound.
-You said I could do anything to you as long as I allowed you to live, didn’t you? Well… now that it’s just us we can talk better about that. I want to know why, my Queen. Why?
I put my sword exactly underneath Junsu’s chin and force his face up. It’s dirty from rain, tears and the mud from the fight with the soldiers. Fear has almost turned into something else. I know that in that moment he’s expecting to die.
-Why, my Queen?
-Nothing happened. Nothing. I swear.
-Something did happen. Your eyes betrayed your King, didn’t they?
I almost laugh at the small shake of head. I put some more strength on the sword. Junsu’s head tilts back some more at an angle I know is painful.
-Why, Junsu?
-M-my… King… n-no… n-nothing happened.
I remove the sword. I see Junsu’s confused eyes. Then I strike down.
…
I cut his upper robes in careless strikes, uncaring that on one arm I cause a fain trail of blood. It’s not his head yet.
-Tell me, my Queen, what have you seen in this pathetic man that made your eyes stray from your King? And don’t you even bother lying to me. I was right there when you confessed your love to this… this… He saw me, you know? He saw me and realised I heard your entire conversation. That’s why he left you in such a hurry. Stupid really. How far did you think you could go, Junsu?
My Queen stares at me with shocked eyes. I have no more patience for these games.
Junsu remains unmoving, even when I sliced his clothes. Panic apparently has him rooted to the spot. Pathetic. And it was this man who captured my Queen’s heart. I look at him, trying to understand why. He’s not that good looking, simply a round face that still seems to retain childlike features. His upper body is toned. He has more muscle than I expected, maybe more than me but my guards already proved those muscles to be useless whereas I am capable of holding my own against most of my guards. Junsu is a noble, one of my counsellors. He’s new to the court, having grown up away and forced to move here when his father died and he had to take up his place. I have rarely heard his voice in meetings. I see nothing about this man that could have attracted a Queen, and why did it have to be my Queen?
I put my sword to his throat again.
-Take off your clothes or I will continue to cut them with you inside.
I keep the sword just there, grazing his neck. The sorry excuse of a man seems to wake up enough to push away what is left of his robes, leaving his upper body bare.
-Enjoy the view, my Queen. This is for your benefit. I will allow you to feast your eyes on the pathetic man you love before I kill him.
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Junsu kneels on the floor waiting to hear what King Yoochun will do to him. He closes his eyes, tears falling down his face as he hears the King’s words: “Tell me, my Queen, what do I do with you know?” He wants to scream that he’s innocent but the King knows that the Queen is in love with him and he won’t care that he never did anything to encourage that. He opens his eyes, he can see the King’s shadow in front of him as he returns to the throne after taking a tour of the room. A shiver of fear runs down his spine when the King orders the nobles out. That can’t be good. Will the King kill him right here?
When only a few guards remain he feels the King switch his attention to the Queen again. The scared woman crawls away and ends up slightly behind him. The King is asking her why. Even Junsu wants to know that. Why? Why him? He was never supposed to have ended up in the court. But his older brother had to go and drink himself to death and his father stupidly never thought to teach his younger son anything useful. Now here he was. He wasn’t a useful counsellor, he couldn’t fight, and even doing nothing at all he found himself being called to the side by the Queen herself.
The King places his sword underneath Junsu’s chin and the young man trembles. This is it, he’s going to kill me.
-Why, my Queen?
Junsu hears the Queen's answer. He hopes against all odds that the King will listen to the truth in them. There is an increase in pressure against his throat forcing Junsu to look even higher up. He can’t avoid the King Yoochun’s eyes. They are unforgiving. How can this be the same man he has seen in the meetings, deciding wisely the faith of his subjects?
-Why, Junsu?
-M-my… King… n-no… n-nothing happened.
Junsu hates how his voice stutters. If he’s going to die he hopes he can do it with some dignity, whatever left of it he can still claim to have. The King removes the sword and Junsu can’t help look up with confused eyes. As the sword goes high up, Junsu closes his eyes, praying for a swift death.
There’s a gush of wind on his side and the sound of fabric tearing. Junsu remains motionless. The King is cutting his robe. That makes no sense. And it shames him more than if the man would just cut off his head. He already knows he’s too weak to defend himself. Must the King rub that in his face? Besides, he’s in a room alone with the King and all those armed guards. What can he do?
Junsu feels the sword on his throat again.
-Take off your clothes or I will continue to cut them with you inside.
Junsu pulls what remains of his robe off his body but he makes no move to remove his wet underpants. Surely the King doesn’t mean for him to get naked? Shame burns his face. He knows the guards are watching everything. Junsu supposes he should be thankful at least the other nobles are not there. However, the guard’s presence when the King just ordered him to undress is making him uneasy. Everyone knows they are loyal to the King and everyone also knows why. Most of the guards are gay and King Yoochun has spared their lives, earning himself undying loyalty.
The King has turned his attention to the Queen once again, taunting her that this is all she will be ever allowed to see of Junsu. He’s feeling more and more uneasy. The King keeps saying he will kill him and yet nothing so far. That can’t be good. Junsu steals some looks around the room. A few of the guards are restless and Junsu trembles to notice that they are hungrily staring at his almost naked body. His underpants are still wet and the white fabric barely conceals the skin underneath. Fear creeps up his spine. If the King isn’t going to kill him immediately it means he will punish him first. Junsu sees how some of the guards seem to look forward to that. He needs to do something. Anything.
From nearby he hears sound of fabric tearing. Junsu turns to see King Yoochun forcing the Queen to remove her upper robes. He hadn’t been paying attention to their conversation and looks confused at the royal couple.
-My King, please stop!
-I know you two were never together. Consider this a present. Didn’t you dream of seeing the body of the man you love? Touching it? Having him see you and touch you? This is the only chance you will ever have. But I will only allow your eyes to indulge. Come on, my Queen, don’t anger me anymore.
Junsu watched with morbid fascination how the King forced the Queen to be in only her undergarments. The man seemed obsessed with trying to figure out why she would look at Junsu when she was married to the King. Then the man turned his eyes on Junsu and the anger in them was worse than anything so far.
-Like what you see?
-I… I…
Junsu put his forehead to the floor and tried speaking again. His heartbeat was so loud he could hardly hear anything else.
-My King… I…
His mind raced for something to say. Anything. The King circled around him, waiting. Junsu trembled in fear when cold metal touched the back of his neck.
-I never looked at the Queen. Never.
Junsu felt the tip of the sword went over his spine until it caught in his underpants. He was still kneeling but now because he had put his forehead to the floor his ass was sticking up in the air. Suddenly that gave him a desperate idea. The King’s guards were mostly gay. What if…
-I never looked at a woman. I don’t… I don’t like women.
The sword left his body and Junsu hurriedly carried on. He couldn’t care less for the gasp behind him. He had never asked for the Queen’s attention and it had been incredibly foolish of the woman to try to talk with him. He needed to convince the King that he was gay. Maybe that way the man would let him live.
-I… I like men.
The sword returned to his underpants. The metal tip was tugging on the fabric as if to pull it down. That was wrong. He couldn’t allow that.
-I fuck men. I like to fuck men.
The metal tip disappeared once more. Junsu heard the King circling him again and again. All he could do was pray for a miracle now.
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I am the King and yet I can’t even keep my own wife’s loyalty. Not that I ever had any illusions that we might fall in love but at least I thought we had some sort of understanding. Yet here I am. I’m so furious I can’t think straight. I forced the Queen to strip down to her undergarments. It’s shameful. Even more because the guards can see her. The fabric is thin, so thin that I can see her skin underneath. I hear something, an intake of breath. Not all of my guards are immune to women. I had forgotten that. Jaejoong’s strange relationship with Yunho and Changmin is ever so present that I tend to think of all of them as gay. I don’t like that they are enjoying the Queen’s body.
As I look around to see which guards I need to send out of the room I catch Junsu staring. I don’t know if he’s staring at me or at my Queen but I remember once more how I want to spill his blood.
-Like what you see?
The pathetic man stutters again and puts his forehead to the floor. I circle around him and my Queen watching the guards again. Strangely they are all too attentive to the two figures kneeling at my feet. There are hungry eyes staring at my Queen but the same type of hungry eyes are also staring at Junsu. I turn and look at the two, putting my sword on top of Junsu’s neck.
-I never looked at the Queen. Never.
I consider killing Junsu or giving him to my guards. They seem to want the man. That irritates me. What the hell is it with this pathetic trembling thing that caught my Queen and even catches the attention of my guards? I use the tip of the sword to scratch lightly over his spine until it stops near his underpants. I notice that I can see his skin even better than the Queen’s. The fabric is still wet and it is clinging to the skin. His ass is sticking up in the air because of the position he’s in. The curves of his ass and thighs are generous without being out of proportion to his body.
-I never looked at a woman. I don’t… I don’t like women.
I almost chuckle. Is he serious or trying to lie his way out? I lift my sword up as I change my eyes to the Queen’s body nearby. They are almost side by side. The difference between them suddenly hits me.
-I… I like men.
I put my sword on his underpants and use the tip to tug at the fabric. I consider pulling it down. I’m not even sure why.
-I fuck men. I like to fuck men.
That surprises me and I move away. I circle around the two again and again.
The Queen is just kneeling which means that even with her arms attempting to cover herself she fails to hide much. Her breasts are huge and gorgeous. I never cared much for how big they are. I had to marry because as King it is my duty to produce an heir and she had been long chosen for my wife. I simply followed along with what was expected of me. Three years of marriage and still no heir.
Junsu remains with his forehead on the floor. He seems to have lost whatever energy he just summoned to say that he’s gay, that he likes men, likes to be the one fucking. I don’t know whether to believe him or not. And anyway that doesn’t change that the Queen still looked his way.
As I walk behind him I can’t help but compare the two of them. My Queen is all boobs and nothing else. Her body is so thin I suspect that must have something to do with why we still have no heir. Junsu doesn’t have any hint of fat on his body but he is… Well, he has meat on his bones.
It’s a strange moment to remember my father asking me if I was a boob man, an ass man or a leg man. I was so ridiculously young then that I didn’t even knew what he was talking about and simply answered boobs when his face turned sour waiting for an answer. I never really thought about that again but now I think that my answer is different. Ass and legs. I’m an ass and legs man. Not skinny legs. Not skinny ass. Curvy ass and toned legs.
Junsu is a man. Worst, a man that claims to like fucking men. Yet, here I am staring at his body, comparing it to the Queen and thinking that he’s the winner. Guess I will have to find myself a concubine with a nice ass. Some lovely girl with a curvy ass, some meat on her legs and small boobs. As I circle the two once more I catch how some of the guards are still hungrily eyeing them.
I feel furious. The Queen is mine. As for Junsu… I might spare his life after all but I just thought of exactly what punishment I will inflict on him. I smile pleased with myself. It will also be a punishment for the Queen.
-Everyone out!
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On your hands and knees! - Ordered King Yoochun.
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I think I'll continue this. And here I have been trying so hard to not get into more ongoing fics...
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