[Chaptered] Pitch Perfect 6
Title: Pitch Perfect
Rating: Pg-13
Pairing: Yoosu, hint of Jaemin
Genre: Romance, Drama, AU
Disclaimer: unbeta, work of fiction, contains malexmale relationship, mention of mpreg, be warned.
Summary: After disappearing from Yoochun’s life for seven years, Kim Junsu is finally back in Korea. Unknowingly, the two’s path get intertwined a lot quicker than he could imagine. But this time the fields are different and the tables are turned. Can a new stranger revive the love the two lost in the sands of time amidst the blowing winds?
Junsu woke up to a rhythm pounding in his head, drums rolling in echoes as a rising sun consumed the darkness. His vision fizzed in and then out, a cloudy haze of dark blotches shying away from the light. Junsu’s eyes slowly adjusted to the familiar looking room, but it wasn’t until he felt the warmth of someone's hand wrapped around his own, and then Yoochun’s delicate sleeping face next to the bed, did he truly realize where he was at.
A sharp yet acute pain was piercing at his throat. His muscles screamed at him to lie back down on the soft mattress, but he ignored the incessant calls, hushing them with a lift of his hand, and then silencing them when he slowly touched Yoochun’s face. Junsu let the tips of his fingers dance on the other man’s cheek. Tears were eating away at his visions but Junsu was in a trance, fingers slowly tracing the convoluted markings of the scar on Yoochun's left cheek. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the scattered blemish.
It felt like it was just yesterday when Junsu had ultimately decided to leave his lover. But seven years ago, it was Yoochun who had been lying on the hospital bed, and Junsu falling sleeping next to him. Junsu knew it was all his fault. The ugly scar marring Yoochun’s handsome face served as a constant reminder of the pain Yoochun had gone through for their love. Yoochun had forsaken his music, his dream, his everything, for Junsu, and then Junsu’s love had only returned pain for him. And although the years have scattered and faded the wound (the scar was now a barely noticeable unevenness to his skin), Junsu could still see the sharp angle of light in the dark as the knife slashed against Yoochun’s face.
Junsu shuddered and willed the image away. Gently, he brought his lips to the scar, letting himself linger in the moment long enough to whisper a silent prayer. He then kissed Yoochun on the lip, a light fleeting touch as though he was afraid to arouse the man. Truth to be told, Junsu really couldn’t afford to confront the older man at this moment. They were both too vulnerable.
Tucking a lock of hair that had been flying free on Yoochun’s face back to his ear, Junsu wished that everything was just a dream. Looking at Yoochun right now, like this, there was no way he could be in Korea with JiHye and they all had somehow just had dinner together. There was no way he could be in Yoochun’s house, in Yoochun’s bed, and they are not passionately making music, making love. Hot butterflies filled his belly as he remembered the things they’ve done in this very room.
Junsu pressed his lips to Yoochun’s mouth once more. This time his heart skipped a beat when he felt a stir in response. Yoochun parted his mouth and closed it just as quickly, head rolling a little as he fell back to slumber. Junsu had not known when he had held his breath but he exhaled a sigh of relief, fingers brushing along his lips as he held back a bitter smile. The migraine was coming back with vengeance and so he resisted the thought of facing Yoochun in his state.
His lithe body soon curled back in bed and drifted off in a dreamless sleep. Junsu didn’t see the smirk that was on Yoochun’s lips after he had closed his eyes. Nor did Junsu managed to see Yoochun’s eyes slowly opening and twinkling in half moons.
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The next time Junsu parted his eyes from the heavy pull of sleep was to the sound of Yoochun’s angry voice over the phone. His mind raced to process what he was hearing, something about pictures and a scandal, and then Junsu no longer wanted to hear about it. By then Yoochun had noticed his presence and before Junsu could be reject his help, Yoochun had ended the call to help him up.
“I’m sorry I woke you up,” a tired but sincere apology. “How do you feel?”
“Better now I guess,” Junsu searched for the time, but his eyes found a new set of clothes of his body instead. “Did you….?”
“No need to be shy. I’ve seen it all before already, and you haven’t changed much at all,” a sly smirk was on Yoochun’s face and Junsu suddenly felt sick in the stomach. The way Yoochun was looking at him, it made him feel like he was being undressed by the way the man was licking his lips, eyes lazily roaming Junsu’s body. He gulped.
“Where is JiHye? And how long was I asleep?”
“She’s in my studio messing around with all the equipments,” Yoochun’s face softened as he spoke of her. He always has a gentle look on when JiHye was mentioned. “You’ve been knocked out for two days straight. Ever the cuddly sleeper.”
Junsu looked away and fought the urge to pout when Yoochun tsked him for having bad sleeping habits. His eyes widened in realization, and then he was praying to the heavens that he had not murmured Yoochun’s name during his slumber. That would’ve been humiliating. The man would tease him to no end of it. Junsu cursed underneath his breath, and then feigned a yawn when he noticed Yoochun looking at him.
Yoochun’s lips curled in a wicked smile as if he could read Junsu’s mind. It made Junsu shiver, and then all he wanted to do right then was to crawl back in the comfortable bed, and hide behind the sheets. But he was being selfish again. JiHye needed him. The musical needed him.
“I need to go,” Junsu stated, and straightened up like a cat on alert.
“The bathroom is right there if you need to go,” Yoochun replied, sardonic and teasing as ever.
“I meant I need to leave. The musical needs-“
“I already called in sick for you.” The man snapped, taking Junsu‘s chin in between his fingers, and looked him dead in the eye. “You’re over exerting yourself. How can you take care of a child much less participate in a musical in that condition.”
The muscle of his mouth twitched, Junsu’s lip stretching in a thin line, he knew Yoochun was right but he really didn’t feel like listening. Jerking his face away from the older man, Junsu pushed the covers off and made his way toward the door, but he didn’t made it very far before he stopped. All of his suitcases were lined up neatly against the walls.
“What is the meaning of this?” Junsu asked and cocked his heels around, practically glaring at the man sitting on the bed, “What made you think I would agree to this?”
“JiHye is my daughter as well, Junsu-ah. I will not have her stay at some random hotel,” Yoochun countered bitterly, “All your belongings have been moved here and it will stay here.”
Junsu clenched his fist, teeth grinding against each other as he swallowed his pride, eyes fighting the onslaught of stinging tears. It was true. The modest, barely four stars hotel he was staying at was not up to par with Yoochun’s standard, but the suit was clean, and Junsu only needed to be in Korea for a short while. Nonetheless, he knew JiHye would never go back now that she had been exposed to Yoochun’s classy lifestyle.
“And transportation,” Junsu bit down on his tongue, it was like another slap to his swollen face. “I don’t know how you did it. Did the production team not provide you anything at all? Why are you taking a cab to work?”
The casts and staffs were all dormed together in a five star hotel next to Sejong for convenience but Junsu had refused the offer to stay with them much to the Noonas’ dismay (Seonah was especially unhappy with his decision). Junsu didn’t want to risk exposing his face to the celebrities and media that casually hung around the city center, avoiding or rather delaying news of his involvement to the public for as long as possible . He had settled for a smaller hotel with decent ratings and comfortable enough suits but apparently Yoochun has taken it the wrong way.
“It’s really none of your business,” Junsu bit the inside of his cheeks. He really didn’t want to argue, didn’t want to explain. He wanted to get out of here. “I didn’t intend to stay there that long anyway. JiHye needs to be back next month. She’s starting second grade soon.”
“Everything concerning you and that child is my business. Whether you like it or not,” Yoochun suddenly looked worn out. His dark bags hung heavy beneath his bloodshot eyes, and for some reason it made Junsu feel worse. “She can also start school here. I don’t like the American public school system. ”
“I home-schooled her in Korean,” Junsu quietly whispered, biting the edge of his lips defensively. “ She’s skipping first grade.”
Yoochun smiled as Junsu rambled on about JiHye’s accomplishment in schooling, but his heart was heavy in his chest as he realized how much of JiHye’s life he had missed. The child was only six and he had not been there to witness her first steps.
“You should let her stay in Korea longer. She is Korean but she can barely speak the language.” Humiliation spread across Junsu’s face, flushing his face in waves of red, across his cheeks to the tips of his ears. “Besides, the musical stretches beyond a month.”
“She knows her hangul! We practice it every day.” Junsu crossed his arms in a pout, eyes meeting Yoochun’s cool and collected gaze. Yoochun grinned at him.
“I believe you. She has learned to pronounce the Korean alphabet exactly like how you’ve taught her. Even the way ‘Saranghae’ rolls off her tongue sounds like you.” Yoochun held back a laugh when Junsu’s eyes widened in surprise, mouth hanging ajar.
He almost wanted to get up and kiss the smaller man senseless. Almost. He takes that back because he always wanted to do that, but he didn’t want to stop Junsu’s stories of their daughter, too many times have he missed out on her life, he couldn’t afford to miss the few details Junsu was willing to share.
“I’m going to change.” Junsu said as he made his way to one of his suitcase, changing the topic. “May I…?”
“Oh don’t let me stop you.” Yoochun chuckled lightly, “Though I could if you want.”
An article of clothing was thrown straight at Yoochun’s face, but it only made him laugh harder. Yoochun pulled the piece of clothing away from his face just in time to see Junsu step into a pair of slim fitting jeans. He whistled at the sight and then smiled a little when he heard Junsu’s low embarrassed whimper. The smile slowly melted away when the Junsu took off his shirt.
“I’d wanted to ask you about this,” Yoochun was suddenly behind Junsu, tracing the thin crisscross line that stretched across his hip bones with his fingers ever so softly. “Is this from…”
Junsu shivered a little into the touch but didn’t bother swatting Yoochun’s hand away. Yoochun’s hands were still touching the remnants of the incision when Junsu pulled down his shirt. “Hmm… yeah... It was from JiHye.”
Something in Yoochun’s eyes changed, a spark of flame and dying ember. “It must’ve been painful... I wish I was there by your side.”
Junsu turned away, not sure how he could face the vulnerability and raw sincerity in Yoochun’s eyes. He felt Yoochun’s strong arms envelope him from behind. He leaned back a little into the taller man’s broad chest, threw his head back onto the curves of the other’s shoulder, and blamed his weakness that was Park Yoochun.
They stayed like that until Junsu’s neck started to cramp, and then his eyes found a clock. It was nearing midday, which meant he could stay make it to rehearsal, which meant he would have some time alone to think. Junsu slid his small hands over Yoochun’s larger ones and pried Yoochun’s hold open.
“Let’s make a deal.” Junsu proposed. “Let me go to rehearsal and I’ll agree to stay here for a while.” A flash of hesitance cut through Yoochun’s eyes. He tightened his arms around Junsu’s waist, fingering the old stitches running just below the smaller’s belly button.
“Ok, but let me drive you?”
Junsu thought about it for a second before shaking his head. “No, stay here and watch JiHye for me. I don’t want her to run around Korea.”
Yoochun expected just as much from Junsu, his hold slowly relaxing, and then he was walking over to his desk, pulled open the drawer, and threw a pair of keys at Junsu. “I want you back by six. JiHye will be safe with me. Don’t be late.”
Junsu easily caught the keys with one hand and smiled when he spotted the shiny silver. “You still have my car.”
“Of course. I still have everything that belongs to you.”
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A/N: sorry for the short and boring chapter... But i promised burningleaf that i would have this up for her this week. so here it is.. kinda lol. I decided that i will make it an one octave c major, which means this fic will have 15 chappies in total or 16 if i want to include an interlude on how yoosu first met. yeah so many things to say.. so i guess it will just drag out ^^;; thank you to all the new readers that have commented ( esp cosmicanomaly who made my day with her osm-ness) and all of you amazing ppl who is keeping fandom alive with your encouragements. <3
Rating: Pg-13
Pairing: Yoosu, hint of Jaemin
Genre: Romance, Drama, AU
Disclaimer: unbeta, work of fiction, contains malexmale relationship, mention of mpreg, be warned.
Summary: After disappearing from Yoochun’s life for seven years, Kim Junsu is finally back in Korea. Unknowingly, the two’s path get intertwined a lot quicker than he could imagine. But this time the fields are different and the tables are turned. Can a new stranger revive the love the two lost in the sands of time amidst the blowing winds?
Junsu woke up to a rhythm pounding in his head, drums rolling in echoes as a rising sun consumed the darkness. His vision fizzed in and then out, a cloudy haze of dark blotches shying away from the light. Junsu’s eyes slowly adjusted to the familiar looking room, but it wasn’t until he felt the warmth of someone's hand wrapped around his own, and then Yoochun’s delicate sleeping face next to the bed, did he truly realize where he was at.
A sharp yet acute pain was piercing at his throat. His muscles screamed at him to lie back down on the soft mattress, but he ignored the incessant calls, hushing them with a lift of his hand, and then silencing them when he slowly touched Yoochun’s face. Junsu let the tips of his fingers dance on the other man’s cheek. Tears were eating away at his visions but Junsu was in a trance, fingers slowly tracing the convoluted markings of the scar on Yoochun's left cheek. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the scattered blemish.
It felt like it was just yesterday when Junsu had ultimately decided to leave his lover. But seven years ago, it was Yoochun who had been lying on the hospital bed, and Junsu falling sleeping next to him. Junsu knew it was all his fault. The ugly scar marring Yoochun’s handsome face served as a constant reminder of the pain Yoochun had gone through for their love. Yoochun had forsaken his music, his dream, his everything, for Junsu, and then Junsu’s love had only returned pain for him. And although the years have scattered and faded the wound (the scar was now a barely noticeable unevenness to his skin), Junsu could still see the sharp angle of light in the dark as the knife slashed against Yoochun’s face.
Junsu shuddered and willed the image away. Gently, he brought his lips to the scar, letting himself linger in the moment long enough to whisper a silent prayer. He then kissed Yoochun on the lip, a light fleeting touch as though he was afraid to arouse the man. Truth to be told, Junsu really couldn’t afford to confront the older man at this moment. They were both too vulnerable.
Tucking a lock of hair that had been flying free on Yoochun’s face back to his ear, Junsu wished that everything was just a dream. Looking at Yoochun right now, like this, there was no way he could be in Korea with JiHye and they all had somehow just had dinner together. There was no way he could be in Yoochun’s house, in Yoochun’s bed, and they are not passionately making music, making love. Hot butterflies filled his belly as he remembered the things they’ve done in this very room.
Junsu pressed his lips to Yoochun’s mouth once more. This time his heart skipped a beat when he felt a stir in response. Yoochun parted his mouth and closed it just as quickly, head rolling a little as he fell back to slumber. Junsu had not known when he had held his breath but he exhaled a sigh of relief, fingers brushing along his lips as he held back a bitter smile. The migraine was coming back with vengeance and so he resisted the thought of facing Yoochun in his state.
His lithe body soon curled back in bed and drifted off in a dreamless sleep. Junsu didn’t see the smirk that was on Yoochun’s lips after he had closed his eyes. Nor did Junsu managed to see Yoochun’s eyes slowly opening and twinkling in half moons.
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The next time Junsu parted his eyes from the heavy pull of sleep was to the sound of Yoochun’s angry voice over the phone. His mind raced to process what he was hearing, something about pictures and a scandal, and then Junsu no longer wanted to hear about it. By then Yoochun had noticed his presence and before Junsu could be reject his help, Yoochun had ended the call to help him up.
“I’m sorry I woke you up,” a tired but sincere apology. “How do you feel?”
“Better now I guess,” Junsu searched for the time, but his eyes found a new set of clothes of his body instead. “Did you….?”
“No need to be shy. I’ve seen it all before already, and you haven’t changed much at all,” a sly smirk was on Yoochun’s face and Junsu suddenly felt sick in the stomach. The way Yoochun was looking at him, it made him feel like he was being undressed by the way the man was licking his lips, eyes lazily roaming Junsu’s body. He gulped.
“Where is JiHye? And how long was I asleep?”
“She’s in my studio messing around with all the equipments,” Yoochun’s face softened as he spoke of her. He always has a gentle look on when JiHye was mentioned. “You’ve been knocked out for two days straight. Ever the cuddly sleeper.”
Junsu looked away and fought the urge to pout when Yoochun tsked him for having bad sleeping habits. His eyes widened in realization, and then he was praying to the heavens that he had not murmured Yoochun’s name during his slumber. That would’ve been humiliating. The man would tease him to no end of it. Junsu cursed underneath his breath, and then feigned a yawn when he noticed Yoochun looking at him.
Yoochun’s lips curled in a wicked smile as if he could read Junsu’s mind. It made Junsu shiver, and then all he wanted to do right then was to crawl back in the comfortable bed, and hide behind the sheets. But he was being selfish again. JiHye needed him. The musical needed him.
“I need to go,” Junsu stated, and straightened up like a cat on alert.
“The bathroom is right there if you need to go,” Yoochun replied, sardonic and teasing as ever.
“I meant I need to leave. The musical needs-“
“I already called in sick for you.” The man snapped, taking Junsu‘s chin in between his fingers, and looked him dead in the eye. “You’re over exerting yourself. How can you take care of a child much less participate in a musical in that condition.”
The muscle of his mouth twitched, Junsu’s lip stretching in a thin line, he knew Yoochun was right but he really didn’t feel like listening. Jerking his face away from the older man, Junsu pushed the covers off and made his way toward the door, but he didn’t made it very far before he stopped. All of his suitcases were lined up neatly against the walls.
“What is the meaning of this?” Junsu asked and cocked his heels around, practically glaring at the man sitting on the bed, “What made you think I would agree to this?”
“JiHye is my daughter as well, Junsu-ah. I will not have her stay at some random hotel,” Yoochun countered bitterly, “All your belongings have been moved here and it will stay here.”
Junsu clenched his fist, teeth grinding against each other as he swallowed his pride, eyes fighting the onslaught of stinging tears. It was true. The modest, barely four stars hotel he was staying at was not up to par with Yoochun’s standard, but the suit was clean, and Junsu only needed to be in Korea for a short while. Nonetheless, he knew JiHye would never go back now that she had been exposed to Yoochun’s classy lifestyle.
“And transportation,” Junsu bit down on his tongue, it was like another slap to his swollen face. “I don’t know how you did it. Did the production team not provide you anything at all? Why are you taking a cab to work?”
The casts and staffs were all dormed together in a five star hotel next to Sejong for convenience but Junsu had refused the offer to stay with them much to the Noonas’ dismay (Seonah was especially unhappy with his decision). Junsu didn’t want to risk exposing his face to the celebrities and media that casually hung around the city center, avoiding or rather delaying news of his involvement to the public for as long as possible . He had settled for a smaller hotel with decent ratings and comfortable enough suits but apparently Yoochun has taken it the wrong way.
“It’s really none of your business,” Junsu bit the inside of his cheeks. He really didn’t want to argue, didn’t want to explain. He wanted to get out of here. “I didn’t intend to stay there that long anyway. JiHye needs to be back next month. She’s starting second grade soon.”
“Everything concerning you and that child is my business. Whether you like it or not,” Yoochun suddenly looked worn out. His dark bags hung heavy beneath his bloodshot eyes, and for some reason it made Junsu feel worse. “She can also start school here. I don’t like the American public school system. ”
“I home-schooled her in Korean,” Junsu quietly whispered, biting the edge of his lips defensively. “ She’s skipping first grade.”
Yoochun smiled as Junsu rambled on about JiHye’s accomplishment in schooling, but his heart was heavy in his chest as he realized how much of JiHye’s life he had missed. The child was only six and he had not been there to witness her first steps.
“You should let her stay in Korea longer. She is Korean but she can barely speak the language.” Humiliation spread across Junsu’s face, flushing his face in waves of red, across his cheeks to the tips of his ears. “Besides, the musical stretches beyond a month.”
“She knows her hangul! We practice it every day.” Junsu crossed his arms in a pout, eyes meeting Yoochun’s cool and collected gaze. Yoochun grinned at him.
“I believe you. She has learned to pronounce the Korean alphabet exactly like how you’ve taught her. Even the way ‘Saranghae’ rolls off her tongue sounds like you.” Yoochun held back a laugh when Junsu’s eyes widened in surprise, mouth hanging ajar.
He almost wanted to get up and kiss the smaller man senseless. Almost. He takes that back because he always wanted to do that, but he didn’t want to stop Junsu’s stories of their daughter, too many times have he missed out on her life, he couldn’t afford to miss the few details Junsu was willing to share.
“I’m going to change.” Junsu said as he made his way to one of his suitcase, changing the topic. “May I…?”
“Oh don’t let me stop you.” Yoochun chuckled lightly, “Though I could if you want.”
An article of clothing was thrown straight at Yoochun’s face, but it only made him laugh harder. Yoochun pulled the piece of clothing away from his face just in time to see Junsu step into a pair of slim fitting jeans. He whistled at the sight and then smiled a little when he heard Junsu’s low embarrassed whimper. The smile slowly melted away when the Junsu took off his shirt.
“I’d wanted to ask you about this,” Yoochun was suddenly behind Junsu, tracing the thin crisscross line that stretched across his hip bones with his fingers ever so softly. “Is this from…”
Junsu shivered a little into the touch but didn’t bother swatting Yoochun’s hand away. Yoochun’s hands were still touching the remnants of the incision when Junsu pulled down his shirt. “Hmm… yeah... It was from JiHye.”
Something in Yoochun’s eyes changed, a spark of flame and dying ember. “It must’ve been painful... I wish I was there by your side.”
Junsu turned away, not sure how he could face the vulnerability and raw sincerity in Yoochun’s eyes. He felt Yoochun’s strong arms envelope him from behind. He leaned back a little into the taller man’s broad chest, threw his head back onto the curves of the other’s shoulder, and blamed his weakness that was Park Yoochun.
They stayed like that until Junsu’s neck started to cramp, and then his eyes found a clock. It was nearing midday, which meant he could stay make it to rehearsal, which meant he would have some time alone to think. Junsu slid his small hands over Yoochun’s larger ones and pried Yoochun’s hold open.
“Let’s make a deal.” Junsu proposed. “Let me go to rehearsal and I’ll agree to stay here for a while.” A flash of hesitance cut through Yoochun’s eyes. He tightened his arms around Junsu’s waist, fingering the old stitches running just below the smaller’s belly button.
“Ok, but let me drive you?”
Junsu thought about it for a second before shaking his head. “No, stay here and watch JiHye for me. I don’t want her to run around Korea.”
Yoochun expected just as much from Junsu, his hold slowly relaxing, and then he was walking over to his desk, pulled open the drawer, and threw a pair of keys at Junsu. “I want you back by six. JiHye will be safe with me. Don’t be late.”
Junsu easily caught the keys with one hand and smiled when he spotted the shiny silver. “You still have my car.”
“Of course. I still have everything that belongs to you.”
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A/N: sorry for the short and boring chapter... But i promised burningleaf that i would have this up for her this week. so here it is.. kinda lol. I decided that i will make it an one octave c major, which means this fic will have 15 chappies in total or 16 if i want to include an interlude on how yoosu first met. yeah so many things to say.. so i guess it will just drag out ^^;; thank you to all the new readers that have commented ( esp cosmicanomaly who made my day with her osm-ness) and all of you amazing ppl who is keeping fandom alive with your encouragements. <3