[FIC] Fragments, Yoosu, One-shot, part 2
Title: Fragments
Parts: One-shot, part 2/2
Genre: High school, AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu
Disclaimers: I don’t own TVXQ.
AN: Something written for a contest, was too late, but I continued it anyway. Enjoy! :D
part 1
The next day, Yoochun didn’t join him for lunch.
On his way to the other side of the school building, Junsu spotted the same people from the day before playing another game of baseball, despite the chilly weather. It wasn’t hard to find Yoochun, he had grown accustomed to his silhouette.
Yoochun played surprisingly well. It came as a bit of a surprise to Junsu as Yoochun had always moved in such a slow and easy manner. He yawned openly and had a habit of stretching in the middle of conversations. He looked at ease where he sat or stood, as if it would take a great deal of prodding to get him to move. But as Junsu watched him now, moving with snap-quick motions, he couldn’t help but feel as if he was seeing another side to Yoochun.
And as the days passed and he saw Yoochun blend into other groups like he had always been a part of them all along, he began to lose sight of the Yoochun he knew.
Autumn colors bled out into winter white and winter white burst into golden springtime. Yoochun never returned to his side since that day.
He tried to speak to him once, when he caught sight of Yoochun just about to leave for home.
“Yoochun,” He had called out.
Yoochun had paused, but only to answer a call from someone else, and then he left without even a backward glance to Junsu.
As time passed, Junsu saw him with blend into different crowds, attaching and detaching from them. Arms reached out for him in welcome and he walked into their arms with as much ease as he had walked into Junsu’s space once, deliberate and disarming.
Summer lay in the sweat dripping down his forehead, in the salt on his tongue, and on the sting on his skin. The soccer team stood exhausted in the grassy field, they were just a score away from winning the game. The opposing team missed the net. The bodies under the sun moved once more, Junsu saw his chance. He moved past the players, the ground surrendered to the strength of his run. He felt the hollow tap of the ball against his foot. He guided it and then kicked with all he had. The watching crowd exploded with cheer as the ball went into the net. They’ve won.
His teammates rushed him like an excited wave. He received their praises and he gave back equal in return. Closing ceremonies passed by with barely his notice. When the world came into focus again, he was staring at the emptying seats and into the eyes of someone he hadn’t seen in a long time.
Yoochun watched him from the bleachers.
Junsu broke eye contact first and moved to join his teammates. Once in the locker room, he waited until everyone had left to finally take one shaky breath and heaved out several more. His hands shook as feeling rushed back into his numbed body. Those feelings that he had suppressed, tightly coiled in his gut, were now springing up his throat, to push free reluctant tears from his eyes.
“Shit,” He rubbed his eyes raw, but the tears kept pouring out. His body was exhausted from all the games they’ve played, from the hours of training and lack of sleep, from staying busy until he was too numb to think. Yoochun’s presence had caught him off guard, thrown a brick at the window of his heart, and let the feelings out.
He barely registered the locker door opening and the approaching footsteps. He did however, notice the hand that landed on his shoulder. Yoochun looked down at him with concern.
“Junsu, you okay?”
Junsu broke away from Yoochun’s touch as if burned. “W-what? What the hell are you doing here?”
“I came to watch your game. I always do. This is the big one isn’t it? You’re going to play in the tournament.”
Junsu looked at him in disgust. “You’re not allowed here.” He spat. “Get out.”
For a moment, Yoochun seemed to draw back from his words, but he kept the smile on his face and took another step forward.
“It’s not your locker room, Junsu.”
“Get away.” He seethed.
“No,”
“Get away.”
Another step forward.
“Yoochun, just go away!”
But Yoochun did just the opposite and rushed forward instead. He clung onto Junsu and whispered against his ear, “No.”
Junsu didn’t even have time to fight back as just then, he couldn’t hear anything and he couldn’t see anything, but darkness.
When he had been just a child, he had a best friend. They lived next door to each other. Wherever he went, the boy remained by his side.
One day, his mother told him they had to move away. He had begged and pleaded for them to stay, until she conceded and told him to do well on his the next quiz, and maybe just maybe, she would reconsider.
“That’s it?” Something so simple.
The false promise of an exhausted mother and the hope of a naïve child resulted in him pushing his best friend away, until it was time.
He had prepared for the quiz diligently. The boy would be surprised and happy once he accomplished his task and won the prize for doing so well. With a great big smile, he had planned to tell the boy they were not moving after all.
He had done well on the quiz, but they still moved away the very next day. He cried with all his might. He had never told the boy the reason he had stopped talking to him.
“A fever, Junsu?” He woke up to his mother’s voice. “I told you this morning you didn’t look well, and you still went out to play, anyway.”
“Mom?” His voice cracked. It set off a volley of painful coughing.
“Here, drink this.” She handed him a glass of water and made comforting circles on his back with her hand. “There, there. Good thing your friend had stayed behind after the game. Who knows what would have happened. No one had known you were still there!”
Junsu wiped his mouth. “My friend?”
“Yes. Here, I’ll call him inside. He was helping me out downstairs.”
She left the room and he heard her call someone. But his weakened hearing couldn’t catch the name. He lay back down, as the world had begun to spin.
“Here he is.” She announced just outside the door. “He’s awake now, Yoochun. Are you hungry? I’ll go fix something up for you.”
As sleep and exhaustion began to pull at his eyelids once more, he saw Yoochun approach the bed worriedly. His hand moved forward to caress Junsu’s cheek.
“Hey, you. Remember me?”
Sleep pulled him under. This time, he dreamed of childlike games. Of hide and seek, of kicking a ball and throwing one. He dreamed of laughter, fading in the distance.
“I’m better, you can leave now.”
Yoochun had refused to leave his side. He even brought an overnight bag to stay the night, and Junsu’s mother was more than happy to accommodate him.
“Junsu doesn’t bring many friends over, even though he’s so popular. I was beginning to worry.”
“I guess I’m just special, Mrs. Kim,” Junsu heard Yoochun’s laughter just outside his door.
His mother laughed. “Well, stay as much as you like, Yoochun. We have plenty of room for you.”
Yoochun came in with a tray of food.
“Get out.”
“Ah, as warm as ever, I see.” Yoochun winked. “Here, food. I bet you’re hungry. That’s why you’re so cranky.”
“It’s not my hunger.”
“It must be your pillow. Want me to fluff it?”
Junsu began to look around for something to throw at Yoochun’s thick skull, preferably something heavy and penetrating.
Yoochun placed the tray down on the bedside table and then lifted the lid off the soup-bowl. He sat down on the side of the bed, dipped the spoon into the warm broth and made helicopter noises as he weaved the spoon in the air toward Junsu’s mouth.
“Now, say ‘ahhh’. Here comes the helicopter!”
“You’re still an idiot.”
Junsu moved his lips away from the approaching spoon, but Yoochun caught his chin and pressed the spoon against his lips. “Mmm!-no!” He turned his cheek away.
“Fine, we’ll do it my way.”
Something about that didn’t sound right.
Yoochun dropped the spoon back into the bowl and began to climb onto the bed.
“What the hell are you doing?” Junsu hissed.
“Feeding you.” Yoochun explained as he straddled Junsu’s lap.
“What?” Junsu looked nervously toward the door.
Yoochun scooped up another spoonful of the soup, but this time, instead of Junsu’s, he put it in his own mouth.
Junsu tensed up as he met Yoochun’s gaze.
Just as he had feared, Yoochun raised his hands, and grabbed hold of Junsu’s head to keep him still. He leaned forward, his mouth intent on Junsu’s own.
“Stop!” Junsu backed away. “That’s disgusting!”
Yoochun swallowed the soup, smiling coldly. “Then eat your soup, Junsu. You have to get better.”
“What do you care?!” He snapped.
Yoochun’s eyes widened at his sudden anger.
“I got sick during the winter too, you know? And I healed just fine without you trying to feed me soup!” His hand flew up to his mouth and he started to cough. His head bent low, he took great careful gulps of air. His eyes had watered a little.
“Don’t just come back from out of nowhere and start telling me what’s good for me. Don’t assume that after leaving me in the dust, you can just come in here like nothing had happened. Don’t be stupid.” He ground out acidly.
Yoochun was quiet for a long time.
Junsu could feel Yoochun’s weight on him, could feel his warmth seep right through the heavy comforter. His hand twitched rebelliously, wanting to touch the lax hand on his lap.
They heard footsteps coming up the stairs and Yoochun moved off him. He began to pick up his things and shrugged his bag on.
Junsu watched with his head bowed low. “You’re leaving again?”
Yoochun paused and glared at him cuttingly. “You just told me to leave Junsu. What do you really want?”
The doorknob turned and then the door swung open. “Knock, knock. Everything okay in here? Oh! Yoochun, you’re leaving already?”
“Yeah, Mrs. Kim. I should let Junsu rest.”
“Oh? He’s doing just fine with you here, though. At least stay for lunch.”
Yoochun smiled kindly at Junsu’s mother’s, taking her hand in his. “Thanks, Mrs. Kim. Maybe next time.”
She looked disappointed. “Okay, then. Thank you again, Yoochun, for bringing Junsu home.”
Yoochun nodded politely, “Any time.”
“See ya, Junsu.” He said just before he walked out, without looking in his direction.
“I’ll walk you out, Yoochun.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Kim.”
Junsu released the tight hold he had on the blanket and kicked it away. Leaning against the headboard, he glared at his bowl of soup moodily.
“How the hell did I end up looking like the bad guy?” When his soup wasn’t forthcoming with any answers, he picked it up, and began to eat.
On the third day, Junsu was well enough to play, but he didn’t. He apologized to the team and gave up his spot in the tournament. Instead, since summer vacation had started, he took on more hours at work, now that there were no classes to keep his mind from wandering where he didn’t want it to.
He worked mindlessly, and on his day-offs, he wandered down the streets, once in a while peeking into shops, but not really seeing what had interested him in the first place.
He had meandered into one of those shops one day, and quickly turned around, but his entrance had already been betrayed by the annoying chime at the front door.
“You sure you don’t see anything you like?”
Junsu turned back around and faced Yoochun, who manned the register.
“No, in fact I see something I really don’t like.”
“Ouch.” Yoochun winced, a smile tugging at his lips.
And that was all it took to break him. Junsu sighed hopelessly and drifted over to stand in front of the register.
“I didn’t know you had a job.”
“I have a job.” Yoochun gestured to the empty store. “A very boring and uneventful one. Except for now. You being here is very exciting.”
“Stop using me as an excuse to slack in your job, you slacker!” Junsu inspected a bar of chocolate at the counter. “So how long will you be here?” He began to unwrap the package.
“You planning to pay for that first, sir? Till closing time. Why?”
“No, you’re going to buy it for me with your employee’s discount. ‘Cuz I’m hungry. Have you eaten?”
“Alright, then. No, I haven’t.”
Junsu tried the chocolate and found it good enough to satiate his hunger temporarily. “Don’t you get a break or something?”
“I do and that was an hour ago.”
“So, you’ll just stand here until closing?”
Yoochun left his place behind the counter and picked up an opened box. “I was about to put these up on the shelves just before you came in.”
Junsu looked into the box. It was filled with colorful picture frames, figurines and, boxes of artsy cards, all that a gift shop usually provided. “I can help.”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll have less to do if you help.”
“Oh.” Junsu followed Yoochun to one of the aisles as he finished the chocolate bar. He touched a few objects on the way, drawn to them because of their color or due to some odd shape.
“How long have you worked here?”
“Since Spring,” Yoochun responded without pausing in his task. The clink of ceramic touching the glass shelves joined the jingle of wind-chimes hanging by the shop window.
“Do you like working here?”
Yoochun shrugged. “It passes the time.”
Junsu traced a finger against the smooth curvature of water on a metallic picture frame. Lately, he felt the same way about his job.
“I missed you, Junsu.”
Junsu glanced to the side, watching Yoochun work. “Hearing that in your greasy voice makes me skeptical.”
Yoochun pretended to look hurt.
“Yeah, yeah. I missed your ugly face too.”
“Just my face?”
Junsu looked him up and down. “Yeah, just your face.”
A dangerous smirked crossed Yoochun’s face then and he stalked toward Junsu in a heart beat. “Nothing else?”
“Nothing worth remembering.” He schooled his features to appear serious, but Yoochun’s proximity was affecting him like always. He felt like he stood in front of a blackhole, as if bits and pieces of him were already being pulled into Yoochun little by little.
Yoochun leaned closer and just when his lips were about to touch Junsu’s, Junsu warned him, “Don’t start something you’re not going to finish.”
Yoochun met his challenging gaze and then he was gone, moved past Junsu and into the main part of the store.
Junsu stood in the middle of the aisle wearing a sardonic smile. “Thought so,” He scoffed.
He heard the rattle of chimes hitting glass and then Yoochun was back. “You thought wrong.”
“Wha--” Junsu jumped when Yoochun took his hand and began dragging him to the back of the store.
“Yoochun, the store.”
“I’m on break. I closed it for a while.”
“What? Why?” The door to the employee’s room loomed ahead of them.
“Why do you think?” Yoochun pushed the door open and dragged Junsu inside.
Inside was a little employee’s area complete with a coffee pot, a microwave and a table set. A makeshift office, filled with boxes, peeked just behind a paper folding-screen, but they didn’t even get that far into the room. As soon as the door closed behind then, Yoochun pushed him against it.
“What do you mean ‘Why do I think’? I don’t know what you’re thinking right now!”
“Just doing exactly what you asked, Junsu.”
“Exactly…What I--” His eyes widened as Yoochun wrapped a hand on the back of his neck and crushed their lips together. The force took Junsu by surprise and he was suddenly grateful for the door’s support. He clung to Yoochun’s apron as the kiss grew deeper, their tongues met and clashed.
Junsu kissed Yoochun with as much desperation as he felt coming from Yoochun. It was the taste and the warmth and the pull Yoochun had on him that he missed the most; that he couldn’t deny. It grew stronger with every touch, and every word, and every sight of Yoochun.
“Junsu,” Yoochun broke away from the kiss, his eyes alit with that same unrestrained quality he had seen so many months ago, except this time-“I’m not gonna stop, Junsu.”
“Y-yeah,” He nodded shakily, his body already trembling with the effort to not seek out Yoochun’s lips again.
Yoochun watched him carefully and then a hand touched his waist, Junsu shivered. The hand moved to cover his stomach, which fluttered at the touch, and then it traveled lower to rest at the button and zipper of his jeans.
Junsu kept his gaze locked with Yoochun’s as he felt the fingers tug the button loose. His breath hitched. The sound of the zipper being pulled open sounded too loud in the empty room.
Yoochun leaned forward to shower tiny kisses on his cheek, his jaw, and down his neck. His lips found the loud and strong pulse just beneath Junsu’s skin and he ran his tongue against it. Junsu sucked in his breath. Yoochun had cupped his cock through his underwear, running the pad of his thumb across the wet tip.
His body rocked against Yoochun’s hand, while his mind blanked out at the rush of sensations coursing down his body. Yoochun began to stroke him through the thin cloth he wore, at first long and slow, then faster and faster. Making him hard in his fist.
Junsu clutched at Yoochun’s shoulder, his head thrown back, mouth open as heated gasps spilled free. He closed his eyes tightly. Pleasure pulled up from his feet, from the tip of his fingers, and pooled into his groin, hot and liquid.
Yoochun’s hand, Yoochun’s body against his, his scent, his closeness…It was Yoochun’s hot and shallow gasps against his ear that took Junsu over the edge. His body shuddered, as his mouth formed a soundless cry as the pleasure overtook him.
They ended up in Yoochun’s apartment. They fumbled and flushed just like all first times. Streetlight washed over their naked and slick bodies in the dim room as they fucked. The making love came later, after they had satisfied the need to just touch and kiss and lick and suck.
Yoochun moved above him, dark and damp hair clinging to his forehead and cheeks. His lips were bruised red from Junsu’s kisses. There were some spots of redness on the skin of his shoulders where Junsu had clung on too tightly.
Junsu covered his mouth with his arm to keep the moans in, as Yoochun moved inside him and filled him with every thrust. His entire body hummed with pleasure and delicious aches. His brows furrowed as Yoochun's thrust grew quicker and deeper. He tried to keep his eyes open to watch Yoochun who had closed his eyes. The boy’s mouth was partly open, his tongue snaking out once in a while to lick away salty sweat.
Yoochun grunted as he came inside Junsu mid-thrust, his body bowing in the surging pleasure. He began to fall forward, but caught himself. His arm supported his shuddering body and Junsu watched him through the haze in his vision.
Yoochun raised his other arm. His lax fingers curled around Junsu’s still hard cock, stroking it slowly and then stopping.
“Sorry,” He leaned down, gasping against Junsu’s neck, kissing it tenderly.
“S’okay,” He buried his fingers in Yoochun’s hair, kissing his damp forehead.
Yoochun pulled out carefully and rolled over to lie on the bed.
Junsu stared up at the ceiling, at the wash of light the passing cars made below the streets. It was hours after midnight, he had not called his parents. He waited until his breathing had evened out before sitting up. He felt Yoochun watching him as he stumbled off the bed to find his pants on the floor. Finding his cell phone in one of the pockets, he walked out of the room. It was dark in the hallway too. The only light came from beneath the space between doors and the floor, and from his cell phone.
“Mom, I’m over at Yoochun’s. Yeah, we’re talking again. I know, you told me so.” He scratched his shoulder, he ignored his state of undress as he spoke to his mother on the phone. “I’m going to sleep over. Yeah, I can borrow his clothes. I’m sure he’d like that. Okay, ‘night.”
He shut his cell phone close, staring at it as a pang of guilt flitted through his conscience.
The door behind him opened and Yoochun’s naked body pressed up against him, his arms and a blanket draped around Junsu.
“I love you, Junsu.” Yoochun murmured against his shoulder, kissing the skin there.
And without waiting for his reply, the other boy continued. “…I’ll get you some towels so you can shower. You smell.” Yoochun sniffed his neck and his hair. “I like it though.”
Junsu laughed softly, the after-effects of Yoochun’s words having crashed against him and left him a little terrified.
The shower had been good for him. Clean and dressed again, he waited in bed for Yoochun to finish showering.
Yoochun had changed the sheets while he had been in the bathroom, and the fresh blankets had a soothing smell. He fell asleep before Yoochun finished showering.
“Junsu! I’m Yoochun! Remember?” The boy kept yelling as Junsu ran out of the park.
Junsu opened his eyes finding Yoochun’s back to him. He lifted his arms tiredly. His eyes closing again once he had touched Yoochun’s arm.
He woke at times clinging to Yoochun and then sometimes to Yoochun holding him. When they woke up at around noon, his entire body was sore.
“What do you want to eat?”
Junsu lay on his stomach on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV, “I can’t really think right now.”
“Then stop paying attention to the television and think for a moment.” Yoochun took the remote control from him and turned the volume down.
“That’s not what I meant.” He glared. His sore body was making him very cranky.
Yoochun grinned and patted his thigh. “I guess you’re not up for another round just yet?”
“Screw you, asshole,” He grouched.
Yoochun made a thoughtful sound, “I guess we could do that too.”
Junsu sighed.
The hand on his thigh traveled up to cover the small of his back, moving in comforting circles. It felt good.
Yoochun shifted to kneel down in front of him, seeking his lips and kissing them. “I love you, Junsu.” Another light kiss.
Junsu stared up at him quietly.
Yoochun moved to get up, but Junsu caught his arm.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered.
Yoochun smiled curiously. “For what?”
Junsu slid his hand down Yoochun’s arm until their fingers were intertwined.
“I’m sorry for leaving you first.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened.
Junsu had it wrong. He’d never been alone since the beginning. Yoochun, that boy, had been with him in that grassy clearing. Right by his side. Always.
He had collected all the fragments.
“I love you too, Yoochunah.”
~END
Thank you for reading and for your wonderful comments. Much appreciated! <3
Parts: One-shot, part 2/2
Genre: High school, AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu
Disclaimers: I don’t own TVXQ.
AN: Something written for a contest, was too late, but I continued it anyway. Enjoy! :D
part 1
The next day, Yoochun didn’t join him for lunch.
On his way to the other side of the school building, Junsu spotted the same people from the day before playing another game of baseball, despite the chilly weather. It wasn’t hard to find Yoochun, he had grown accustomed to his silhouette.
Yoochun played surprisingly well. It came as a bit of a surprise to Junsu as Yoochun had always moved in such a slow and easy manner. He yawned openly and had a habit of stretching in the middle of conversations. He looked at ease where he sat or stood, as if it would take a great deal of prodding to get him to move. But as Junsu watched him now, moving with snap-quick motions, he couldn’t help but feel as if he was seeing another side to Yoochun.
And as the days passed and he saw Yoochun blend into other groups like he had always been a part of them all along, he began to lose sight of the Yoochun he knew.
Autumn colors bled out into winter white and winter white burst into golden springtime. Yoochun never returned to his side since that day.
He tried to speak to him once, when he caught sight of Yoochun just about to leave for home.
“Yoochun,” He had called out.
Yoochun had paused, but only to answer a call from someone else, and then he left without even a backward glance to Junsu.
As time passed, Junsu saw him with blend into different crowds, attaching and detaching from them. Arms reached out for him in welcome and he walked into their arms with as much ease as he had walked into Junsu’s space once, deliberate and disarming.
Summer lay in the sweat dripping down his forehead, in the salt on his tongue, and on the sting on his skin. The soccer team stood exhausted in the grassy field, they were just a score away from winning the game. The opposing team missed the net. The bodies under the sun moved once more, Junsu saw his chance. He moved past the players, the ground surrendered to the strength of his run. He felt the hollow tap of the ball against his foot. He guided it and then kicked with all he had. The watching crowd exploded with cheer as the ball went into the net. They’ve won.
His teammates rushed him like an excited wave. He received their praises and he gave back equal in return. Closing ceremonies passed by with barely his notice. When the world came into focus again, he was staring at the emptying seats and into the eyes of someone he hadn’t seen in a long time.
Yoochun watched him from the bleachers.
Junsu broke eye contact first and moved to join his teammates. Once in the locker room, he waited until everyone had left to finally take one shaky breath and heaved out several more. His hands shook as feeling rushed back into his numbed body. Those feelings that he had suppressed, tightly coiled in his gut, were now springing up his throat, to push free reluctant tears from his eyes.
“Shit,” He rubbed his eyes raw, but the tears kept pouring out. His body was exhausted from all the games they’ve played, from the hours of training and lack of sleep, from staying busy until he was too numb to think. Yoochun’s presence had caught him off guard, thrown a brick at the window of his heart, and let the feelings out.
He barely registered the locker door opening and the approaching footsteps. He did however, notice the hand that landed on his shoulder. Yoochun looked down at him with concern.
“Junsu, you okay?”
Junsu broke away from Yoochun’s touch as if burned. “W-what? What the hell are you doing here?”
“I came to watch your game. I always do. This is the big one isn’t it? You’re going to play in the tournament.”
Junsu looked at him in disgust. “You’re not allowed here.” He spat. “Get out.”
For a moment, Yoochun seemed to draw back from his words, but he kept the smile on his face and took another step forward.
“It’s not your locker room, Junsu.”
“Get away.” He seethed.
“No,”
“Get away.”
Another step forward.
“Yoochun, just go away!”
But Yoochun did just the opposite and rushed forward instead. He clung onto Junsu and whispered against his ear, “No.”
Junsu didn’t even have time to fight back as just then, he couldn’t hear anything and he couldn’t see anything, but darkness.
When he had been just a child, he had a best friend. They lived next door to each other. Wherever he went, the boy remained by his side.
One day, his mother told him they had to move away. He had begged and pleaded for them to stay, until she conceded and told him to do well on his the next quiz, and maybe just maybe, she would reconsider.
“That’s it?” Something so simple.
The false promise of an exhausted mother and the hope of a naïve child resulted in him pushing his best friend away, until it was time.
He had prepared for the quiz diligently. The boy would be surprised and happy once he accomplished his task and won the prize for doing so well. With a great big smile, he had planned to tell the boy they were not moving after all.
He had done well on the quiz, but they still moved away the very next day. He cried with all his might. He had never told the boy the reason he had stopped talking to him.
“A fever, Junsu?” He woke up to his mother’s voice. “I told you this morning you didn’t look well, and you still went out to play, anyway.”
“Mom?” His voice cracked. It set off a volley of painful coughing.
“Here, drink this.” She handed him a glass of water and made comforting circles on his back with her hand. “There, there. Good thing your friend had stayed behind after the game. Who knows what would have happened. No one had known you were still there!”
Junsu wiped his mouth. “My friend?”
“Yes. Here, I’ll call him inside. He was helping me out downstairs.”
She left the room and he heard her call someone. But his weakened hearing couldn’t catch the name. He lay back down, as the world had begun to spin.
“Here he is.” She announced just outside the door. “He’s awake now, Yoochun. Are you hungry? I’ll go fix something up for you.”
As sleep and exhaustion began to pull at his eyelids once more, he saw Yoochun approach the bed worriedly. His hand moved forward to caress Junsu’s cheek.
“Hey, you. Remember me?”
Sleep pulled him under. This time, he dreamed of childlike games. Of hide and seek, of kicking a ball and throwing one. He dreamed of laughter, fading in the distance.
“I’m better, you can leave now.”
Yoochun had refused to leave his side. He even brought an overnight bag to stay the night, and Junsu’s mother was more than happy to accommodate him.
“Junsu doesn’t bring many friends over, even though he’s so popular. I was beginning to worry.”
“I guess I’m just special, Mrs. Kim,” Junsu heard Yoochun’s laughter just outside his door.
His mother laughed. “Well, stay as much as you like, Yoochun. We have plenty of room for you.”
Yoochun came in with a tray of food.
“Get out.”
“Ah, as warm as ever, I see.” Yoochun winked. “Here, food. I bet you’re hungry. That’s why you’re so cranky.”
“It’s not my hunger.”
“It must be your pillow. Want me to fluff it?”
Junsu began to look around for something to throw at Yoochun’s thick skull, preferably something heavy and penetrating.
Yoochun placed the tray down on the bedside table and then lifted the lid off the soup-bowl. He sat down on the side of the bed, dipped the spoon into the warm broth and made helicopter noises as he weaved the spoon in the air toward Junsu’s mouth.
“Now, say ‘ahhh’. Here comes the helicopter!”
“You’re still an idiot.”
Junsu moved his lips away from the approaching spoon, but Yoochun caught his chin and pressed the spoon against his lips. “Mmm!-no!” He turned his cheek away.
“Fine, we’ll do it my way.”
Something about that didn’t sound right.
Yoochun dropped the spoon back into the bowl and began to climb onto the bed.
“What the hell are you doing?” Junsu hissed.
“Feeding you.” Yoochun explained as he straddled Junsu’s lap.
“What?” Junsu looked nervously toward the door.
Yoochun scooped up another spoonful of the soup, but this time, instead of Junsu’s, he put it in his own mouth.
Junsu tensed up as he met Yoochun’s gaze.
Just as he had feared, Yoochun raised his hands, and grabbed hold of Junsu’s head to keep him still. He leaned forward, his mouth intent on Junsu’s own.
“Stop!” Junsu backed away. “That’s disgusting!”
Yoochun swallowed the soup, smiling coldly. “Then eat your soup, Junsu. You have to get better.”
“What do you care?!” He snapped.
Yoochun’s eyes widened at his sudden anger.
“I got sick during the winter too, you know? And I healed just fine without you trying to feed me soup!” His hand flew up to his mouth and he started to cough. His head bent low, he took great careful gulps of air. His eyes had watered a little.
“Don’t just come back from out of nowhere and start telling me what’s good for me. Don’t assume that after leaving me in the dust, you can just come in here like nothing had happened. Don’t be stupid.” He ground out acidly.
Yoochun was quiet for a long time.
Junsu could feel Yoochun’s weight on him, could feel his warmth seep right through the heavy comforter. His hand twitched rebelliously, wanting to touch the lax hand on his lap.
They heard footsteps coming up the stairs and Yoochun moved off him. He began to pick up his things and shrugged his bag on.
Junsu watched with his head bowed low. “You’re leaving again?”
Yoochun paused and glared at him cuttingly. “You just told me to leave Junsu. What do you really want?”
The doorknob turned and then the door swung open. “Knock, knock. Everything okay in here? Oh! Yoochun, you’re leaving already?”
“Yeah, Mrs. Kim. I should let Junsu rest.”
“Oh? He’s doing just fine with you here, though. At least stay for lunch.”
Yoochun smiled kindly at Junsu’s mother’s, taking her hand in his. “Thanks, Mrs. Kim. Maybe next time.”
She looked disappointed. “Okay, then. Thank you again, Yoochun, for bringing Junsu home.”
Yoochun nodded politely, “Any time.”
“See ya, Junsu.” He said just before he walked out, without looking in his direction.
“I’ll walk you out, Yoochun.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Kim.”
Junsu released the tight hold he had on the blanket and kicked it away. Leaning against the headboard, he glared at his bowl of soup moodily.
“How the hell did I end up looking like the bad guy?” When his soup wasn’t forthcoming with any answers, he picked it up, and began to eat.
On the third day, Junsu was well enough to play, but he didn’t. He apologized to the team and gave up his spot in the tournament. Instead, since summer vacation had started, he took on more hours at work, now that there were no classes to keep his mind from wandering where he didn’t want it to.
He worked mindlessly, and on his day-offs, he wandered down the streets, once in a while peeking into shops, but not really seeing what had interested him in the first place.
He had meandered into one of those shops one day, and quickly turned around, but his entrance had already been betrayed by the annoying chime at the front door.
“You sure you don’t see anything you like?”
Junsu turned back around and faced Yoochun, who manned the register.
“No, in fact I see something I really don’t like.”
“Ouch.” Yoochun winced, a smile tugging at his lips.
And that was all it took to break him. Junsu sighed hopelessly and drifted over to stand in front of the register.
“I didn’t know you had a job.”
“I have a job.” Yoochun gestured to the empty store. “A very boring and uneventful one. Except for now. You being here is very exciting.”
“Stop using me as an excuse to slack in your job, you slacker!” Junsu inspected a bar of chocolate at the counter. “So how long will you be here?” He began to unwrap the package.
“You planning to pay for that first, sir? Till closing time. Why?”
“No, you’re going to buy it for me with your employee’s discount. ‘Cuz I’m hungry. Have you eaten?”
“Alright, then. No, I haven’t.”
Junsu tried the chocolate and found it good enough to satiate his hunger temporarily. “Don’t you get a break or something?”
“I do and that was an hour ago.”
“So, you’ll just stand here until closing?”
Yoochun left his place behind the counter and picked up an opened box. “I was about to put these up on the shelves just before you came in.”
Junsu looked into the box. It was filled with colorful picture frames, figurines and, boxes of artsy cards, all that a gift shop usually provided. “I can help.”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll have less to do if you help.”
“Oh.” Junsu followed Yoochun to one of the aisles as he finished the chocolate bar. He touched a few objects on the way, drawn to them because of their color or due to some odd shape.
“How long have you worked here?”
“Since Spring,” Yoochun responded without pausing in his task. The clink of ceramic touching the glass shelves joined the jingle of wind-chimes hanging by the shop window.
“Do you like working here?”
Yoochun shrugged. “It passes the time.”
Junsu traced a finger against the smooth curvature of water on a metallic picture frame. Lately, he felt the same way about his job.
“I missed you, Junsu.”
Junsu glanced to the side, watching Yoochun work. “Hearing that in your greasy voice makes me skeptical.”
Yoochun pretended to look hurt.
“Yeah, yeah. I missed your ugly face too.”
“Just my face?”
Junsu looked him up and down. “Yeah, just your face.”
A dangerous smirked crossed Yoochun’s face then and he stalked toward Junsu in a heart beat. “Nothing else?”
“Nothing worth remembering.” He schooled his features to appear serious, but Yoochun’s proximity was affecting him like always. He felt like he stood in front of a blackhole, as if bits and pieces of him were already being pulled into Yoochun little by little.
Yoochun leaned closer and just when his lips were about to touch Junsu’s, Junsu warned him, “Don’t start something you’re not going to finish.”
Yoochun met his challenging gaze and then he was gone, moved past Junsu and into the main part of the store.
Junsu stood in the middle of the aisle wearing a sardonic smile. “Thought so,” He scoffed.
He heard the rattle of chimes hitting glass and then Yoochun was back. “You thought wrong.”
“Wha--” Junsu jumped when Yoochun took his hand and began dragging him to the back of the store.
“Yoochun, the store.”
“I’m on break. I closed it for a while.”
“What? Why?” The door to the employee’s room loomed ahead of them.
“Why do you think?” Yoochun pushed the door open and dragged Junsu inside.
Inside was a little employee’s area complete with a coffee pot, a microwave and a table set. A makeshift office, filled with boxes, peeked just behind a paper folding-screen, but they didn’t even get that far into the room. As soon as the door closed behind then, Yoochun pushed him against it.
“What do you mean ‘Why do I think’? I don’t know what you’re thinking right now!”
“Just doing exactly what you asked, Junsu.”
“Exactly…What I--” His eyes widened as Yoochun wrapped a hand on the back of his neck and crushed their lips together. The force took Junsu by surprise and he was suddenly grateful for the door’s support. He clung to Yoochun’s apron as the kiss grew deeper, their tongues met and clashed.
Junsu kissed Yoochun with as much desperation as he felt coming from Yoochun. It was the taste and the warmth and the pull Yoochun had on him that he missed the most; that he couldn’t deny. It grew stronger with every touch, and every word, and every sight of Yoochun.
“Junsu,” Yoochun broke away from the kiss, his eyes alit with that same unrestrained quality he had seen so many months ago, except this time-“I’m not gonna stop, Junsu.”
“Y-yeah,” He nodded shakily, his body already trembling with the effort to not seek out Yoochun’s lips again.
Yoochun watched him carefully and then a hand touched his waist, Junsu shivered. The hand moved to cover his stomach, which fluttered at the touch, and then it traveled lower to rest at the button and zipper of his jeans.
Junsu kept his gaze locked with Yoochun’s as he felt the fingers tug the button loose. His breath hitched. The sound of the zipper being pulled open sounded too loud in the empty room.
Yoochun leaned forward to shower tiny kisses on his cheek, his jaw, and down his neck. His lips found the loud and strong pulse just beneath Junsu’s skin and he ran his tongue against it. Junsu sucked in his breath. Yoochun had cupped his cock through his underwear, running the pad of his thumb across the wet tip.
His body rocked against Yoochun’s hand, while his mind blanked out at the rush of sensations coursing down his body. Yoochun began to stroke him through the thin cloth he wore, at first long and slow, then faster and faster. Making him hard in his fist.
Junsu clutched at Yoochun’s shoulder, his head thrown back, mouth open as heated gasps spilled free. He closed his eyes tightly. Pleasure pulled up from his feet, from the tip of his fingers, and pooled into his groin, hot and liquid.
Yoochun’s hand, Yoochun’s body against his, his scent, his closeness…It was Yoochun’s hot and shallow gasps against his ear that took Junsu over the edge. His body shuddered, as his mouth formed a soundless cry as the pleasure overtook him.
They ended up in Yoochun’s apartment. They fumbled and flushed just like all first times. Streetlight washed over their naked and slick bodies in the dim room as they fucked. The making love came later, after they had satisfied the need to just touch and kiss and lick and suck.
Yoochun moved above him, dark and damp hair clinging to his forehead and cheeks. His lips were bruised red from Junsu’s kisses. There were some spots of redness on the skin of his shoulders where Junsu had clung on too tightly.
Junsu covered his mouth with his arm to keep the moans in, as Yoochun moved inside him and filled him with every thrust. His entire body hummed with pleasure and delicious aches. His brows furrowed as Yoochun's thrust grew quicker and deeper. He tried to keep his eyes open to watch Yoochun who had closed his eyes. The boy’s mouth was partly open, his tongue snaking out once in a while to lick away salty sweat.
Yoochun grunted as he came inside Junsu mid-thrust, his body bowing in the surging pleasure. He began to fall forward, but caught himself. His arm supported his shuddering body and Junsu watched him through the haze in his vision.
Yoochun raised his other arm. His lax fingers curled around Junsu’s still hard cock, stroking it slowly and then stopping.
“Sorry,” He leaned down, gasping against Junsu’s neck, kissing it tenderly.
“S’okay,” He buried his fingers in Yoochun’s hair, kissing his damp forehead.
Yoochun pulled out carefully and rolled over to lie on the bed.
Junsu stared up at the ceiling, at the wash of light the passing cars made below the streets. It was hours after midnight, he had not called his parents. He waited until his breathing had evened out before sitting up. He felt Yoochun watching him as he stumbled off the bed to find his pants on the floor. Finding his cell phone in one of the pockets, he walked out of the room. It was dark in the hallway too. The only light came from beneath the space between doors and the floor, and from his cell phone.
“Mom, I’m over at Yoochun’s. Yeah, we’re talking again. I know, you told me so.” He scratched his shoulder, he ignored his state of undress as he spoke to his mother on the phone. “I’m going to sleep over. Yeah, I can borrow his clothes. I’m sure he’d like that. Okay, ‘night.”
He shut his cell phone close, staring at it as a pang of guilt flitted through his conscience.
The door behind him opened and Yoochun’s naked body pressed up against him, his arms and a blanket draped around Junsu.
“I love you, Junsu.” Yoochun murmured against his shoulder, kissing the skin there.
And without waiting for his reply, the other boy continued. “…I’ll get you some towels so you can shower. You smell.” Yoochun sniffed his neck and his hair. “I like it though.”
Junsu laughed softly, the after-effects of Yoochun’s words having crashed against him and left him a little terrified.
The shower had been good for him. Clean and dressed again, he waited in bed for Yoochun to finish showering.
Yoochun had changed the sheets while he had been in the bathroom, and the fresh blankets had a soothing smell. He fell asleep before Yoochun finished showering.
“Junsu! I’m Yoochun! Remember?” The boy kept yelling as Junsu ran out of the park.
Junsu opened his eyes finding Yoochun’s back to him. He lifted his arms tiredly. His eyes closing again once he had touched Yoochun’s arm.
He woke at times clinging to Yoochun and then sometimes to Yoochun holding him. When they woke up at around noon, his entire body was sore.
“What do you want to eat?”
Junsu lay on his stomach on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV, “I can’t really think right now.”
“Then stop paying attention to the television and think for a moment.” Yoochun took the remote control from him and turned the volume down.
“That’s not what I meant.” He glared. His sore body was making him very cranky.
Yoochun grinned and patted his thigh. “I guess you’re not up for another round just yet?”
“Screw you, asshole,” He grouched.
Yoochun made a thoughtful sound, “I guess we could do that too.”
Junsu sighed.
The hand on his thigh traveled up to cover the small of his back, moving in comforting circles. It felt good.
Yoochun shifted to kneel down in front of him, seeking his lips and kissing them. “I love you, Junsu.” Another light kiss.
Junsu stared up at him quietly.
Yoochun moved to get up, but Junsu caught his arm.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered.
Yoochun smiled curiously. “For what?”
Junsu slid his hand down Yoochun’s arm until their fingers were intertwined.
“I’m sorry for leaving you first.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened.
Junsu had it wrong. He’d never been alone since the beginning. Yoochun, that boy, had been with him in that grassy clearing. Right by his side. Always.
He had collected all the fragments.
“I love you too, Yoochunah.”
~END
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