Trapped: Chapter 17
Title: Trapped
Pairings: Yoochun/Junsu, implied Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Drama, Humor, Angst
Warnings: Language, sexual content, suggested anxiety/panic disorder, mentioning of death (none of the main characters).
Length: 17/17
Summary: With his entire future planned out for him Yoochun has lead a predictable life until the day he met Junsu, a shut-in who hasn’t left his room for many years in a row. Throw in some excessively random colleagues, insane friend and growing forbidden feelings and all of a sudden Yoochun’s life seems to get more complicated than it has ever been.
When Yoochun woke up the next morning, Junsu was gone. He couldn’t say he hadn’t expected it, but he still felt miserable. He stood up and made his way towards his clothes, slightly limping. Going on for several hours straight apparently did take its toll. Absentmindedly he put his pants on, ignoring that they were still slightly wet from the rain. He thought about Junsu’s smile, his lips, his slick smooth skin underneath his fingers, Junsu gasping his name as he came for the umpteenth time. It was now nothing more than a memory.
Don’t do this to yourself, Yoochun scolded himself while he checked if his clothes were acceptable. The scent of Junsu and baby oil was still all over him, wickedly poking the end of his already tight nerves. Maybe I should take a shower… Deciding that it could wait until he was home, he picked his shirt off the floor. Something small dropped out of it and rolled underneath the bed. Curious, he bent down, cursing as his legs heavily protested, and picked the thing off the floor.
A button? He wondered. He was sure it wasn't his. With a shrug he put it in his pocket. He would just ask Junsu later if it belonged to him… or… not. With every step he took his mood became worse and worse, until, by the time he arrived back home, he was ready to lock himself in his room and stay there for a couple of years as well.
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If last week had been bad then this week was straight out hell. Everything reminded Yoochun of Junsu: The sound of someone singing, a kid fumbling with her toy, someone crying and someone laughing. He even once spotted an advertisement for a game called ‘zombie-invasion’, showing rather gruesomely ripped-off limbs and a snarling zombie, that made him think of Junsu.
If it wasn’t bad enough that he had his own feelings to deal with, Taeyeon had decided it was her personal task to make his hell even worse. Every step he took she criticized, until he woke up one morning finding her standing in front of the door criticizing the shape of his doorbell. It would all have been rather amusing if it wasn’t for her rather annoying attempts at criticizing Junsu indirectly as well. He tried to ignore all the ‘at least I can go outside without whining all the time’ and ‘guess he doesn’t look as good in a dress as I do, now does he’. All the reminders really weren’t necessary.
By the time the day of the wedding had arrived he had made a plan: He would just stay in bed and pretend he didn’t exist until the day was over. Unfortunately for him, his uncle thought otherwise. After a rather wild fight with two of his uncle’s servants, involving lots of shouting and throwing of socks, he was now seated in a dresser chair with two girls trying to fix his rather disastrous bed hair while a third straightened the boards of his jacket.
Blankly he stared at the mirror until Changmin, oblivious as always, came bouncing in.
“Yah, you dirty little cheating Chun,” he yelled and pointed an accusing finger at him. Yoochun blinked back, he’s not seriously going to…
“Why does Jaejoong get to be your best man? I am supposed to be your best man!”
Thank god. “What are you talking about? My dad is going to be my best man,” Yoochun replied, happy that Changmin didn’t bring up more memories of a certain person.
“Your da… oh,” Changmin looked momentarily taken aback. “That makes sense… I suppose… well, I’m offended anyway!”
“Is there anything else you wanted to say?” Yoochun asked and returned his eyes to the mirror, a rather tired looking version of himself staring back at him.
“No… yes! Yes, Jaejoong said that while I was here scolding you I might as well… Oh my god, that bastard! He just send me here to deliver a message, he’s so sneaky, I swear I’m going to…”
“Changmin, focus!”
“Oh yeah, he said you needed to see him as soon as possible and eh… something else… oh yeah, preferably before the wedding… or was it after? Or maybe in between, no wait, that doesn’t make sense…”
“Where?” Yoochun asked, eyeing the clock. He still had over three hours to go until the wedding, more than enough time to say hi to Jaejoong as while Taeyeon used the time to get dressed.
“In the entrance hall. If you see him, ask him about what he’s carrying. He turned into a straight bitch when I was trying to steal it. Seriously, that guy is so unreasonable sometimes.”
Yoochun smiled at him. A smile that didn’t fully reach his eyes but at least he had tried. “Thanks, I’ll be downstairs in a few minutes.”
“Ok good, you do that, now I’m going to… ehm… think of something to do…” and he walked out with a rather dazzled look on his face.
Doubtfully Yoochun eyed the clock once more and then decided he might as well go now. One of the girls protested when he asked her to stop fumbling with his hair, but they backed off anyway as he stood up.
“I’ll be back within half an hour,” he promised and stepped outside.
Downstairs, Jaejoong was patiently waiting on one of the benches, reading a random flyer for wedding dresses while swinging his right foot back and forth.
“Hey, you needed me?” Yoochun asked, the lifelessness in his voice even apparent to himself.
Jaejoong obviously pretended not to notice and just smiled, pleased, as he spotted him. “Yeah, I needed to give you something,” he took a rather crumpled envelope out of his coat pocket. “I know it’s a little early to be giving you wedding gifts but I just really wanted to be the first,” he smiled innocently and gave the envelope to Yoochun.
Yoochun took it and opened it to look inside but Jaejoong stopped him. “Not here,” he said firmly, “open it upstairs for all I care, but not here.”
“Eh… ok,” Yoochun replied, his curiosity slightly stirred. “What is in it?”
Jaejoong gave him a very secretive smile. “You’ll find out.”
Yoochun nodded and turned around to walk back up, envelope in his right hand.
“Oh Yoochun,” Jaejoong said quickly before Yoochun left. “If you tell anyone I was the one who gave this to you, I’ll track you down and burn you straight to the ground, you got me?”
Yoochun blinked, surprised. “Ok…?”
“Good,” Jaejoong nodded, pleased, “have fun.”
That was a rather weird thing to say right in front of a not entirely voluntary wedding, but Yoochun shrugged it off. He walked back up, into the dressing room, settled himself back in the chair, letting the hairdressers resume their attempt to save his hairdo.
There wasn't much inside. Two plane tickets and a letter. Plane tickets? He knows Taeyeon and I already booked a honeymoon… he eyed the time, confused. The tickets indicated the plane would depart within four hours, around the same time as the wedding would start. Curiosity stirred, he opened the letter, the neat handwriting and subtle addressing style clearly Jaejoong’s: Dear biggest retard on the surface of this planet.
He made a mental note to scold Jaejoong for this later and continued to read.
Because both of you fail at life so bad it becomes painful to watch, I decided to intervene. You’re welcome. I booked two single flights for you to Singapore. If you’re fast you should easily be able to pick him up and make your flight. I suggest you withdraw all your money before you leave so your uncle won’t be able to track you down. And take the public transport there instead of riding a car that that requires you to register your name!
On the inside of the envelope I've written an adress. It’s the house a friend of mine, Kim Hyun Joong. He’s really kind and you can stay at his place for a few months until you two have sorted out what to do with yourselves. He knows you’re coming and will help you get a job if necessary. Send me a postcard when you arrive.
Yours sincerely,
someone who is going to be very pissed if your uncle finds out about this.
P.S.: Baby oil is rather unhealthy, better use regular lube next time.
P.P.S.: The romantic relationship between me and Yunho is all in your head! Stop stuffing Changmin’s head with nonsense.
Yoochun needed to read it three times before he started to comprehend what Jaejoong was trying to say. He stuffed the letter and tickets back in his pocket. What is he thinking, seriously, he thought, slightly annoyed. He appreciated the gesture, but there was no way he could just run away like that. His uncle would fry him, and so would his dad for that matter. And then there was still Taeyeon, he didn’t even want to think about what she would do.
Of all people though, Kim Jaejoong, the always so strictly playing-by-the-rules Jaejoong… Hesitatingly he took the tickets out again. He’d never been to Singapore before… nor had Junsu as far as he knew. Junsu… Junsu, Junsu, Junsu.
“Excuse me,” he asked one of the hairdressers, “do you know where Taeyeon is right now?”
The hairdresser didn't look up from whatever she was doing with his hair). “Dressing room number three, but you can’t meet up with her yet. It brings bad luck if you see your bride in her wedding dress before the actual wedding.” She nodded as if she knew all about it.
Yoochun stuck his hand in his side pocket, not caring about the dresser’s complaints of his many movements, and took out the wedding rings: pure white gold, sparkly and obviously expensive. In his other hand he took what he presumed was Junsu’s button; blackened, and about to break soon. He smiled to himself as he traced the sides of the button with his finger. Suddenly it all became clear to him. While scolding himself for not realizing this sooner, he jumped up, the dresser straight out cursing at him, apologized and ran out.
He only had a few hours but he needed to do one thing first. He was going to feel guilty about it later on for sure if he didn’t. Quickly he ran inside dressing room number three where Taeyeon sat, to his surprise, crying.
Did she know?
“Taeyeon-ah,” Yoochun started, realizing that he would stay trapped inside this marriage forever if he didn’t handle it properly now. Taeyeon looked up at him, first surprised, then pissed.
“Yah,” she almost screamed while quickly wiping her tears away. “You’re not supposed to be here!”
“I know,” he sighed and walked towards her, taking her hand to put the two rings inside it. “I’m sorry, I can’t marry you,” he said directly, but sincere.
Taeyeon eyed the rings. “What do you mean you can’t marry me?” she asked, confused.
“It means I’m in love with someone else and I’m not ready to lose this person yet.”
Taeyeon blinked indignantly. “Excuse me?” she spoke in a dangerous voice. “Are you kidding me?!”
Yoochun braced himself.
“Do you think you’re the only one who has to give up on someone for this?! You are so selfish,” she yelled and then started crying again.
Yoochun looked down at her, confused. “You… also love someone?” The thought seemed a little incomprehensible somehow.
“What?! Is that so hard to believe?” she snapped.
“Well… no, but it’s just… the problem is solved then, isn’t it? You just go to him and everything will be fine, right?” Yoochun almost couldn’t believe his luck.
Taeyeon eyed him skeptically. “It doesn’t work like that.”
“It does,” Yoochun smiled brightly at her for the first time. “Just tell my uncle and your family it’s all my fault, they’ll presume it is anyway, and tell them you found your luck with someone else, I’m sure they’ll understand.”
“They won’t,” Taeyeon pouted. She looked close to adorable but still couldn’t compete with Junsu. The thought of the guy made him a little nervous and he eyed the clock, worried. Less than three hours to get him, if he would even come with him in the first place… he hadn’t thought about that.
“Shit, I have to go now, I eh… wish you luck with this guy.”
Taeyeon nodded and turned her attention back to the mirror. “Fine,” she said, “be that way.” But she really didn’t sound all that angry anymore. “Aren't you curious who is it though?”
“Why? Do I know him?” Yoochun asked, sneakily already taking his first steps towards the door.
“Yes, it’s Jung Yunho,” Taeyeon said, direct with a strange kind of twinkle in her eyes. “The moment I first met him I fell in love with him. He doesn’t know yet though…”
“That’s… lovely,” Yoochun said, trying his utter best to refrain from bursting out in laughter. He could already imagine Jaejoong’s face, denial or not, when he heard about this. “I wish you good luck with that.”
“Thanks,” Taeyeon said, not hearing the slight mocking undertone in his voice, “you too.”
Yoochun nodded and fled outside.
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Junsu frowned at his drawing. His creative had demanded that he and the rest of the group drew something that showed a time when they had felt ultimately at peace with themselves. He had meant to draw a scenery from his childhood but it somehow ended up looking like a dead bee.
“So, can you explain what this is?” the woman asked Junsu ever so gently.
“I’m… not sure,” Junsu frowned. “It’s supposed to be a carousel but… it looks more like a… I don’t know…”
“It looks a little like an insect don’t you think? With all the yellow and black.”
Junsu pouted. Drawing really wasn’t his greatest talent.
“Maybe you could try to add some reds and blues. It doesn’t matter if it's really similar, as long as the feeling is there,” she smiled at him warmly before moving on to the next person.
Contemplating her advice, Junsu took a pastel colored piece of chalk and started to add some red, wiped it out, and added some blue. After he was done he eyed the end result and couldn’t help but face palm. It now looked like someone had puked out a Picasso all over his dead bee. What the fuck…
He was just about to tear the drawing to pieces when a sudden disturbance affected the group. He barely had time to look up before someone took his arm and pulled him off the chair and towards the door.
“Hey!” he started but then saw who it was. “Yoochun?”
“We don’t have much time,” Yoochun breathed, “pack your stuff. Do you have a passport? Oh, don’t forget your medication,” he said as he entered Junsu’s room.
“My passport? Wait, where are we going?” Junsu asked, confused, as he watched Yoochun stuffing his belongings in a bag.
“Singapore,” Yoochun simply said and flung the bag over his shoulder.
Junsu blinked before Yoochun took his arm again and he was pulled towards the door once more. “What are we going to do in Singapore?” he asked as he followed Yoochun towards his car, one or two therapist eyeing them, confused. No one made an attempt to stop him however. It probably wasn’t very common for a social recluse to run away.
Knowing fairly well it was for the best, Junsu remained silent, first on the way out, then in the car, as Yoochun hastily drove towards the airport. Wasn’t he supposed to get married today? Maybe he already was… Junsu looked at his fingers, but he didn’t see any ring. And why was Yoochun so nervous? Glancing over his shoulders way more often than logical in this limited traffic.
It wasn’t until after the check-in that Yoochun seemed to relax a little.
“Still two hours left,” he sighed, relieved, “want to go get something to eat?”
“No, I’m fine,” Junsu replied. He had just realized something. Haddn’t Taeyeon wanted an extravagant wedding? Maybe she considered Singapore to be more appropriate to her style than Seoul and had decided she now wanted to hold her wedding there. He didn’t really get why Yoochun wanted him there though. He had already told him that he had absolutely no interest in attending the wedding. Too bad he had only realized what was going on now that he was already checked in.
“Ok,” Yoochun looked at him thoughtfully before shrugging it off. “I want coffee though, let’s go get some!”
With his coffee in one hand, Yoochun decided on a bench not too far from their boarding gate. He took a large sip, smacked his lips twice, pleased, and then looked over at Junsu, a large happy smile on his face.
“What are you so happy about?” If it wasn’t bad enough that he had to spend most of his week like a love-sick puppy pacing back and forth, having no idea what to do with himself, Yoochun seemed to find it necessary to rub in the fact that he obviously had no difficulties. Junsu had to admit this annoyed him a little.
Yoochun raised an eyebrow before he took another sip. “Are you mad at something?”
“No…” Junsu frowned. Yoochun really was behaving a little like an ass. “But I already told you I had no interest in your wedding. Who gave you permission to drag me here and…”
“What wedding?” Yoochun asked as he cocked his head to the side.
“Your wedding,” he started and then rolled his eyes as Yoochun just kept staring at him with glossy eyes. “Idiot.”
“Hey, I’m not an idiot. You’re the idiot.”
“Why am I the idiot?”
“Because if I was going to a wedding, I could obviously not also be here with you waiting for a flight to Singapore,” he shook his head in dismay. “It's because you're so cute Su, otherwise…”
Junsu frowned. “So you’re not getting married…”
“Obviously not.”
“Does your family know about that?”
“Taeyeon knows, didn’t really seem to care, but apart from her, nope.”
“… aren’t they going to be mad?”
Yoochun nodded and took another sip. “I’ll probably die a painful death when they find out.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
“Why are you not getting married?” Junsu looked Yoochun straight in the eyes. He needed to hear it to be able to believe it, and he wasn’t too sure if he could even believe it then.
“Because I decided spending the rest of my life in a carton box under a bridge with you is far more appealing than in all luxury with that bitch… did I just say that out loud?”
Junsu first merely stared at him. Then he chose the moment right after Yoochun had taken a big sip of his coffee to slap him straight across the face, causing Yoochun to spurt coffee everywhere.
“Yah, what the fuck?” Yoochun yelled as he wiped coffee off his hand, “what was that for?”
“For you taking so long to realize this, you stupid moron,” Junsu yelled, “you know how many sleepless nights I had because of you?”
“And now it’s my fault?” Yoochun exclaimed indignantly, “all you needed to do was ask me to run away with you I would have immediately!”
“Well,” Junsu said, more doubtful now. “Well, I’m a mentally unstable social recluse, what’s your excuse?”
“I’m an utter retard with the decisive compatibilities of a banana, ha, I win!”
Junsu gaped at him for two seconds before he turned around. “Yeah, you’re right, you win.”
“Good, now are you happy again?”
“I don’t talk to bananas, sorry,” he said with a poker face.
“Oh but this banana talks to you,” Yoochun smiled and wiggled a little closer a after he’d put away his half-finished coffee. “Can I kiss you now?”
“No, we’re in a public space, control yourself,” Junsu said, but he didn’t stop Yoochun from putting his arms around him and resting his chin on his shoulder.
“Ok, whatever you want…” Yoochun smiled wickedly, causing Junsu to eye him back, worried, before…
“Yah, you pervert, what are you doing?”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You are, you’re groping my butt, stop it!”
“I’m not.”
“The fuck? Then what is your left hand doing?”
“My left ha… Oh, I didn’t tell you before? My left hand is a demon hand, it has a mind of its own.”
“Well then tell your demon hand to stay the fuck away from me or I’ll chop it off.”
“So mean…”
“Yoochun!”
“Ok, ok, I’ll stop… do I get a…”
“No! Oh fuck this, I’m going to get myself a milkshake.”
“Sure,” Yoochun said, bounced up, and pressed a kiss on Junsu’s lips before he could do anything about it. “Whoops, seems I have demon lips too,” he winked and carelessly walked off to the ice cream and coffee stand.
Junsu shook his head but smiled a little despite himself. He would have all the time in the world to punish Yoochun later.
~~~
~Three months later~
“Fuck, fuck, double fuck, that stupid little duck butt,” Yoochun cursed out loud as he hopped around the hotel room on one foot, desperately trying to put his sock on.
Junsu and he had arrived back in Seoul yesterday evening and had spent the night vigorously ‘entertaining’ each other. Today they would, or at least, that had been the plan, visit the grave of Junsu’s, together. He knew Junsu was against him going, it was something ‘he needed to finish himself’, but after the dramatic state in which Yoochun had found him last time, he had demanded to go along . Junsu had agreed easily enough. A little too easy, come to think of it. And he was also very, very, active yesterday… almost as if purposefully exhausting him. Oh my god, I swear, when I find him! He fumed as he slammed the door closed and ran outside.
They hadn’t spend the night in the Kkumkkae hotel, because there was somewhat of a family war going on there with him right in the middle of it, but in a hotel conveniently located nearby the cemetery. He could easily walk the distance if he had to. But he didn’t. He ran so fast that? he sped right past the front gates, got lost twice, and had to run around in various circles before he realized where he had to be.
Panting, he bend over over, took a deep breath and looked up and around. It was a clear day, cherry blossoms starting to bloom all over the, by now, no longer sinister scenery. Still slightly annoyed, he made his way through the gate. Why the heck is this place so big?! Can't they just stuff all those dead people in boxes with labels so… Omo, found you!
Quickly he sped towards Junsu, who stood up and turned around. Yoochun could see his eyes grew wide as he saw him running towards him like a deranged bull. Junsu tried to run away as fast as he could but it was too late. Yoochun had already floored him.
“Agh, Yoochun!” Junsu helplessly uttered as he tried to wriggle out from underneath him, his nose pressing in the sand.
“You,” Yoochun said accusingly and started to poke Junsu’s head, “turned the alarm clock off!”
“Yeah, so?” Junsu said, trying not to eat sand, “it’s not my fault you can’t wake up in the morning!”
Deciding to go straight into an attack, Yoochun started to tickle him, all ready to go on forever if Junsu didn’t apologize. “Say you’re sorry,” he demanded, with Junsu desperately gasping for air, twisting and turning underneath him.
“I… I’m not! Aaaah, ok ok, I’m so sorry, so fucking… sorry, I’ve never been this sorry before in my life! Please stop…” he giggle-gasped right before Yoochun stopped and allowed him to crawl back up.
“Aish, look at my clothes,” Junsu pouted, “I’m all dusty, thanks a lot! How am I supposed to audition now?”
“Su, even if you audition naked they would accept you, stop worrying… actually, maybe you should go naked, I think that would be… Ouch!”
“That’s what you get you obnoxious pervert,” Junsu stated right after he had slapped Yoochun straight across the head. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going back to the hotel to change. You go do whatever.”
“Whatever? You sure?”
“Yes, I… Aaah,” Junsu yelled out as Yoochun pushed him over, this time on his back, and sat on top of him.
“I've always wanted to do whatever,” Yoochun mischievously grinned before leaning down and kissing Junsu; first gently nibbling his lip, then deepening their kiss with both his hands gently stroking Junsu’s face.
After he had made sure he had remembered the taste correctly he broke away and looked down at his slightly flushed boyfriend. “So, we’re going to have super wild zombie sex now?” he grinned.
“Oh my god,” Junsu exclaimed before pushing Yoochun off roughly, “seriously, ruining the moment is starting to become your thing, isn’t it?!” and he stood up.
“Ah, come on, I was just kidding,” Yoochun quickly said before standing up as well and following Junsu like a young puppy. “You should be open to new experiences Su!”
“Whatever,” Junsu waved and walked on towards the front gates.
“Your back is dusty… I’ll clean it off if you like,” Yoochun smirked.
“You can clean me off if you stop hopping around like an idiot.”
“Ooooh, is that an invitation?”
“Still hopping~”
“Totally not hopping! Will you take a bath as well? I think you should, there is dust in your hair… I’ll rinse it off for you!”
Bickering like that they left the cemetery. In his haste to follow Junsu, Yoochun hadn’t even seen what the other had left behind: a blackened button that had once belonged to a dearly loved Panda toy. Not forgotten, but just no longer needed, for Junsu had all the luck he needed right beside him.
-The End-
A/N: Super fast ninja update for my sister who threatened to murder me if I didn't update immediately.
A/N2: Whoa... the fic already ended o.o that went fast... I foresee another 2 months Hiatus before I'm able to produce anything again and- *get's shot down* Ok, maybe not xD I'll at least post something once in a while (like the YunJae bonus chapter of this fic, anyone interested? And I think I promised a Yunho covered in Caramel sause and a Jaejoong in a bunny outfit somewhere halfway o.o not sure how that happened but I'll get to it as soon as possible~) andddddddd, like some of you already know, I'm already writing something new ^^ With a little luck you'll be able to read it before the summer holidays start and... *gets shot down again* Ok, so maybe slightly earlier. Keep on waiting for it though ^^ It'll be awesome~ I hope swear!!
A/N3: If anyone is interested in an PDF-file of this fic please comment below. I'm really lazy so if no-one is interested I'm not going to bother ^^