Don't Blink Just Yet (3/3)

[rinmi]

Title: Don’t blink just yet
Genre: romance, fluff, drama
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: unbetad. This is a work of fiction. Influences from Sunday at Tiffany’s.
Summary: Junsu had never let go of his imaginary friend.



They arrived at a nearby park that Yoochun knew all too well. This was where it all began, he muses. The park was located a few minutes away from Junsu's home. He and the singer had walked to the park after they had fought on the floor and Junsu had somehow defeated him- no it was really Yoochun that lost the will to fight. He had a breathless Junsu pinned underneath him one moment, and then a smirking Junsu flipping him over and straddling him by the hip the next.

Yoochun shivers as he remembers the way Junsu's lip parted in a singsong laughter.

The park is as beautiful as he had remembered it in his dream, although, it now seemed smaller then he’d recall. Maybe it was just Yoochun that had changed. He was a lot smaller then afterall.

Junsu pulls on his hand.

"Yah, don't space out on me now!" the singer complains, a pout evident on his cute childish face. Yoochun holds back a smile.

"Why are we rollerblading again?" Yoochun questions, his hand griping Junsu's tighter as he pulls the singer along, "And I thought you knew how to skate."

Abashed Junsu blushes as he let Yoochun's momentum carries his weight. “Well...It has been a really long time since I last rollerbladed."

"Apparently," Yoochun chuckles, “I haven't gone skating in years either. But I guess my body still remembers after all this time."

Junsu smiles brightly at his answer. That is a good sign, the singer thinks. Yoochun continues to skate, occasionally going in zigzag motions to tease a whine out of the smaller male. And then Yoochun sudden halts. The abruptness of it causes Junsu to bump into Yoochun's back.

"Ouch," the singer whimpers, rubbing his nose from the unpleasant collision. Junsu has a sudden urge to poke the life out of the taller man but stops himself short as he finally sees what Yoochun is staring at.

Yoochun squeezes his hand lightly.

"Come on," Junsu smiles and suddenly he has enough confidence to skate without falling flat on his face. “That was your favorite spot."

Yoochun lets himself be pulled into the grass and then into a pretty little gazebo on top a hill. The view is magnificent and he suddenly remembers why this was his favorite spot in the park. The sun was slowly descending from the sky down to the horizon and then dissipating in pretty shades of warm autumn leaves. The canopy clears up right in the middle of the sunset but its shadow frames the scene like laces to a dress.

"I haven't been here since forever," Junsu sighs, holding back sniffles and the tears in his eyes. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah… it is.” Yoochun agrees. He had turned away from the setting sun and found something even more beautiful.

Junsu is oblivious but Yoochun doesn’t really mind. He likes looking into the prism in Junsu’s eyes as light strikes through it. His heart feels funny.

"Come with me. I still have to show you what happen to the flowers we planted."

They headed back in the opposite direction. This time they moved a lot quicker now that Junsu was skating by himself and not being dragged by Yoochun. But somehow they were still holding hands. It made Junsu happy that Yoochun had not release his hand yet.

It was so Yoochun. Always so protective and warm.

Distracted by his thoughts, Junsu failed to take notice of the cracks and bumps on the pavement. His rollerblades skids over a rather large crack and Junsu releases Yoochun's hand as he stumbles with his feet. Struggling with two left foot, Junsu tries to maintain balance but he soon trips over a rock.

And then he was falling. Junsu closes his eyes and waits for the pain to come.

But the pain doesn't come. His wrist is caught and the next instant Junsu is pulled into a strong embrace.

"I'll never let you fall," Yoochun whispers.

"I know," Junsu smiles and slowly grabs a fist full of Yoochun’s shirt, leaning in closer until their face met.

The kiss is intoxicatingly sweet; Junsu's soft supple mouth pressing against his and Yoochun wonders how Junsu can taste like cotton candy, warm sunshine, and a hint of vanilla all at once. Yoochun is usually not a big fan of sweets but he finds himself craving more and more of the taste hidden in between Junsu’s lips.

Junsu smiles as Yoochun deepens the kiss.

Time seemed to have stopped, nothing in the world seemed to matter right now but Junsu's lips against his. Junsu's body against his. And then Yoochun is seeing stars. Images after images of all the years they spent together rushed to his head, filling his mind with flashes of a child's face.

The child's wind chime laughter. The child’s mischievous giggles. His tear stained face and glassy eyes on his twelfth birthday.

Yoochun opens his eyes and sees Junsu's childish face, his lips swollen a bright red from the kiss and his cheeks a flamingo pink, flushed and needy.

"This can't be real," he utters, absolutely stunned by the realization. You can't be real.

"Yoochun..."

He takes two steps back. And then Yoochun ran for it.

He ran past the small tree house they had sometimes hid together in when Junsu was feeling sad after his mother’s had failed to live up to another one of her promises. He ran past the patch of land where he and Junsu had once planted a couple of flowers in honor of the kind gardener that had died giving his best years to the park- now a field of flowers covering several acres of land laid in its place.

He runs past the water fountain with the funny sculpture of a naked man that Junsu had always made fun of - there is nothing honorable about people throwing their extra change at a naked man even if he is a statue (but Yoochun had caught him making wishes out of the pool on a few occasions).

He runs past the spot where Junsu had fallen down and scrapped his knee. Yoochun closes his eyes. He doesn’t want to see the image of Junsu crying for help on the ground. He doesn’t slow down until he sees a meadow by the brook.

Yoochun stops in front of a weeping willow.

He touches the names craved into the aged wood. A splinter pricks into his skin and then he is bleeding. Yoochun squeezes his fingers and more blood ooze out. This is real. Junsu is real. Yoochun’s eyes lit up.

And then he drops to his knees.

+++

It has been ten years since he had woken up from his coma with that unrelenting song stuck to his head. For the next five years, it is not memories of the car crash that makes him wake up with cold sweat in the middle of the night; it’s the beautiful nightmare of befriending an innocent child and then leaving him behind that has Yoochun living like he is an empty shell of memories.

It’s not fair, he thinks. To wake up to reality and not have anyone by his side.

The doctors had once told him he had tears rolling down his cheeks despite being unconscious. And then he had struggled to wake up to the world with dry tears gluing his lashes tightly shut. His vision had been a blur of lights and dark spots. The first person he saw was in white but the doctor was not the welcoming angel he had hoped to see.

It was a miracle really. He was lucky to be alive but if Yoochun could have choose at that time he would have preferred to be asleep. At least he had had someone special waiting for him in his dreamland.

His parents had left behind an empire of fortune for Yoochun to take but he held no interest in partaking business. Yoochun had let his relatives battle the politics and corruption of business while he tried to live a normal life. It doesn’t work out the way he would have liked. Yoochun found that he could only escape from the troubles of the world through music.

And it is through music that he recreates his world. His fantasy.

He had stopped having those magical dreams the last five years of his life. Yoochun leaves the wishful thinking behind and finally acknowledges there is something wrong with his head. He becomes cynical. His life loses the colorful touches of the child’s drawings and the child’s smiles.

Yoochun have been hiding his lackluster eyes behind dark shades for as long as he can remember. Even when he moves on with his life and forgets about the past, he can’t shake off the sensation of being incomplete. It is only through music that rests his unsettling soul.

The first time he heard of Xiah, Yoochun knew he wanted to work with him. Something about the singer’s voice grabbed at his heart. The familiar ring of a bell, the soft yet huskiness of his voice, the way the singer moved, clumsy grace and fluid precision- and Yoochun was intrigued.

But it wasn’t until Xiah’s third album that the producer had the unfortunate opportunity to meet the singer. Yoochun had wanted to work with Xiah before but a part of him was somehow afraid of confronting the singer (very few artists has ever made his heart this erratic). The issue of plagiarism threw out any chances of Yoochun ever wanting to work with him.

But that was his thoughts a few days ago. Yoochun throws himself on to his bed and exhales a long overdue sigh.

It has been a few days now since the incident at the park. He can’t seem to wrap his head around everything that has taken place. Every few minutes, Yoochun would have to remind himself this isn’t a dream.

He pulls out a CD case from his jacket (He had secretly sneaked it out of Junsu’s room when the singer wasn’t looking). Yoochun stares hard at the jewel case. He had checked the date of the CD earlier and indeed it had been created a decade ago.

It no longer surprises him.

The confinement of his room suddenly feels so very restricting and Yoochun feels like his heart is about ready to explode. He needed to get out of here. He needed to call Junsu.

+++

Junsu isn’t at all surprised when his phone went off and Yoochun’s name is flashing across the screen, Kiss the Baby Sky ringing for the first time ever. Nope, in fact he had been expecting the call. He has been waiting for the producer to call him for days and just when his patience was running thin Yoochun has finally call him.

The singer smiles at his luck and answers the phone in a saccharine rush.

What Junsu is surprise by, however, is that half an hour later he and Yoochun are riding bikes together at the park. Yoochun looks at him differently now, Junsu muses. Before the producer held a harder look in his eyes- a blunt edginess to his face- but now a softer light was directed at him.

Junsu flushes every time he catches Yoochun blatantly staring at him with those chocolate eyes. At times there would be a curious spark in those orbs, and then Yoochun would smile and look at him like he was the only person that exists in this world.

Junsu’s heart skips a beat, blood rushing to his face as his hearts thumps out of control. A decade ago Yoochun had looked at him the same way.

“Where are we heading to?” Junsu asks as he lowers his head to hide the blush creeping on his cheeks. It doesn’t work because Yoochun catches it anyway.

“To the meadow by the brooks,” he answers, “I want to show you something.”

They parked their bikes next to the old willow tree by the brook. Junsu doesn’t remember ever going out this far in the park. He looks around him and is amazed by the vast beauty of the sea of green green grass and pretty little flowers.

A gale passes by and sways the meadow in a slow dance.

Junsu is hypnotized by the beauty of it all. He doesn’t see Yoochun’s gentle smile and thoughtful eyes. An urge to sleep on the grass coursed through his blood. He pulls Yoochun by the hand and they both lay on the grass together.

“They clouds are so pretty,” Junsu muses aloud, “Hey, that one looks kinda like you.”

Yoochun chuckles, “Are you sure that’s not you? It’s a straight up reflection of your face.”

“Ha! How can you miss that big forehead right there,” Junsu points at the wide head of the cloud and then his hand drops down to Yoochun’s face, flicking him on the forehead.

Yoochun catches Junsu by the wrist when the small hand tries to sneak away. He pulls the singer closer to him and tickles Junsu on all of his hot spots.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” Junsu giggles, squirming all over until he gives in, “OK! OK! I give up!”

“Junsu look,” Yoochun points at another puffy cumulus cloud, “that one is the shape of your butt.”

Junsu feels a sharp smack on his bum and then a fit of laughter before he is chasing Yoochun around the meadow. Yoochun just laughs harder when he sees Junsu’s tomato red face.

“It’s so big it can cover the whole of Asia,” Yoochun teases before running around the old willow tree.

“ Yah! I thought we made a promise not to speak of the size of my butt!” the singer screams. Yoochun just chuckles some more as Junsu tries to chase him.

Junsu suddenly disappears from view. Yoochun stops running around the tree and looks around the meadow. Where did he disappear to? This isn’t a trick right…?

“Gotcha!” Junsu shouts as he jumps down from the tree and pins Yoochun against the trunk.

Yoochun looks startle for a second but he grins in relief as Junsu squishes his cheeks with his small fist. He pulls Junsu against him in a strong embrace, lifting the little singer off his feet. Junsu laughs music in his ear.

When he puts Junsu down both of them are grinning at each other like two lovesick idiots. Yoochun leans into Junsu’s face, caresses it with his finger tips and then kisses - his lips barely brushing Junsu’s cheeks.

“Yoochun! Look!” A wide eyed Junsu pulls on his shirt, pointing and then touching the weeping willow he is leaning against. Yoochun is a little annoyed by the interruption. Ok, more than a little annoyed.

He takes a deep breath full of chilled air to calm himself down, not wanting anything to poke at Junsu’s thighs any time soon. His primal need is soon forgotten as he sees what Junsu is so fascinated by.

“ Right… I wanted to show you this before you went all goggle eyes on the clouds,” Yoochun utters a little more to himself than Junsu. “Remember those last few minutes I had with you before I had to leave for good?”

“How can I forget,” Junsu deadpans, grimacing at Yoochun’s casual tone.

“You know I couldn’t and still can’t bear to look at your crybaby face,” Yoochun thumbs the little traces of tears forming in Junsu’s eyes. “I had to leave and I didn’t want to say goodbye. It couldn’t have been our last moments together, Junsu-ah. I hate goodbyes.”

Junsu nods not because he is agreeing but in understanding. He presses his face deeper in Yoochun’s palm.

“Well, this was where I had disappeared to. I guess my subconscious knew that I was about to wake up… but my spirit didn’t listen. I figured the last thing I wanted to do was confirm that this was not a dream. “

Junsu looks at their name carved deep into the wood.

“Do you know what my birthday wish was that year you broke my heart?” The singer inquires, lashes sweeping fleetingly against Yoochun’s thumb.

“I wished that I would meet you again.” Junsu answers when Yoochun shook his head, “For five years all of my birthday wishes went to you.”

Yoochun smiles and kisses the pout on Junsu’s face.

“Your wish came true didn’t it?” he whispers closely as their lips parted and foreheads met.

“Yeah… I’m glad I never stopped believing that you were real. I didn’t want to believe you were just a figment of my imagination because you’re above and beyond anything I can even imagine to be possible,” a single tear fell from his eye and then Yoochun is kissing it away.

“Uljima,” Yoochun whispers as he strokes the singer’s soft brown mane, “I’m right here.”

They stayed like that for a long time, with Junsu curled up in his arms, just breathing slowly against his broad chest, and Yoochun whispering songs in his ears, stroking the locks of Junsu’s hair- just like the old days.

Yoochun waits for the little sobs and hiccups to die down before asking the singer if he wanted to go to a nearby beach. Junsu agreed and they set off by foot, fingers locks around each other in a web and bikes forgotten by the meadow.

Leaving their shoes next to each other, the two strolled along the beach barefooted. Yoochun watches Junsu watch the body of water moving back and forth. He can’t seem to take his eyes off of the smaller man. Yoochun wants to desperately hold him and never let him go.

“I wish there are palm trees here,” Junsu complains cutely.

“Let’s go to a place that has palm trees then,” Yoochun suggests playfully. “I can make a canoe out of the wood and then you can drink coconut juice as we canoe together.”

Junsu chortles into a fit of giggles, “That sounds like so much fun! We should definitely do that.”

“Bora Bora would be a good place. Or did you want to go to nude beach?” A smirk.

“Are you trying to get in my pants? Or me out of my pants?” Junsu kicks some water at Yoochun. The man laughs at his accusations and splashes water back at Junsu.

“I always knew you had a thing for skinny dipping, Junsu-ah.”

Junsu blushes a pretty pink and then Yoochun tackles him in the sand. They fumble around together, laughing as their clothing becomes soaked and sullied with sand. They roll around in the beach, Yoochun on top of Junsu, and then Junsu straddling him, he flipping them around, and then they were laughing as they wiggle their toes deep into the warm sand.

“Yoochun…” Junsu whimpers after a while, still laying on top of him and fingers rubbing small circles into his dress shirt. “Can we make…a sandcastle?”

Yoochun rolls his eyes but agrees nonetheless.

It’s a lot more fun than Yoochun expects to be. They build a few large castles and then a fortress surrounded by water. When they are done the producer suggests burying Junsu who reluctantly agrees to Yoochun’s games. But Junsu would move and fidget every time sand is poured on to him. Yoochun decided that Junsu would be punished every time he moves.

It helps and pretty soon Junsu is a mound of sand up to his head. Yoochun rewards his effort with a kiss on the lip.

“I broke up with Seungho,” Junsu suddenly confesses as Yoochun lip depart from his.

Yoochun suddenly feels bad that he had been so consumed with himself that he had forgotten Junsu had a boyfriend. But he doesn’t feel guilty about the kisses. No not really. It felt right. Like Junsu has always been his to claim.

“How did you do that?” he finally settles on asking.

“Well… I told him he was a really great guy and that my best friend from the graves didn’t really leave me because he is back,” the singer grins, all chirpy and not at all disturbed by Yoochun’s tensed shoulders.

“I just thought you might want to know,” the singer added, “you know just in case…”

Yoochun chuckles and pinches Junsu’s nose “In case of what, Junsu?”

“In case… in case… you know just in case… you want to take things… like that…” the singer flushes. Yoochun can see that Junsu was squirming inside the mountain of sand, causing the mound to spill slightly.

“Like what?” the older man laughs as he leans down to kiss the singer’s pouty lips, fingers clawing under the sand to find the webs of Junsu’s hand.

“Like this?”

Junsu opens his mouth and immediately Yoochun’s tongue is there to greet him in warmly - hot laps and licks of fire inside his cavern. The heat flares to his face and Junsu pushes past the sand to hold Yoochun’s face. Pretty soon, he and Yoochun are rolling around in the sand again fighting for dominance.

The birds nearby takes flight to escapes the tangle of limbs and articles of clothing carelessly thrown around on the beach.

+++

A week later.

Yoochun wakes up with a smile gracing his lip and a hot body next to his. He arm is a little numb from the long hours of being Junsu’s pillow but he doesn’t mind. Yoochun smiles and caresses Junsu’s naked shoulders. It stirs the little body and pretty soon Junsu is rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes.

“Good morning,” Junsu smiles cutely and snuggles closer.

“It’s almost noon,” he chuckles softly and kisses Junsu on the nose. “How are you feeling?”

“T-tired… and a little sore,” the singer admitted. “Don’t move.”

Yoochun pulls Junsu closer, their body still slick from last night, sweat and sticky essence holding them in one piece. He needs to shower but he doesn’t want to lose Junsu’s warmth. And apparently, Junsu doesn’t want him to move right now either. They’ll just shower later…together.

These last few days have been the best days of his life. He never felt more complete than when Junsu is in his arms. From under the covers, the singer tries to tickle Yoochun’s feet with his toes. Yoochun smiles as the attempt and kisses Junsu’s fluttering lid.

“I forgot to tell you something,” Yoochun smiles as Junsu looks up from under the criss crosses of his lashes. “The lawyer will be over here tomorrow.”

Oh crap, Junsu blinks. Not this again. He had thought this issue was done with. Junsu holds his breath, “You’re still gonna sue me?”

“I need to mark what is mine,” Yoochun grins.

Junsu scratches his head, gulps, and blinks yet again. “But I thought you gave me the song?”

“I need to put my name on what is properly mine,” a teasing smirk, “So will you be mine, Kim Junsu?”

Yoochun looks at the surprise expression on Junsu’s face. His round eyes are large and glassy. He stares straight into them and Junsu stares back at him, wide and unnerving. They are silent as they look into each other’s soul.

And for the longest time Junsu does not move a muscle.

“Don’t blink just yet, Junsu-ah,” Yoochun whispers, “Because if you lose this staring contest then you are mine.”

Junsu blinks once. Twice. And again. Yes… Yes… Yes!

“I lose!” Junsu beams, voice chirping all pitch squeaky and clean. Yoochun laughs and shake his head in disapproval at his silly lover.

“You’re mine.” Junsu teases, poking at Yoochun’s chest as the older male carries him off the bed.

“I’m yours,” Yoochun agrees and promises Junsu with the seal of a kiss

“You really are a dream come true.” Yoochun chuckles as they head for the showers together.

+++

A/N: Sorry for making you guys wait so long. My muse was being a bipolar bitch >< Well, it finally ended.. What do you think? This is like my first time writing a happy ending lol sorry for the fail fluff OTL