[Chaptered] Pitch Perfect 7
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?
The entertainment industry’s popular tycoon, Park Yoochun, have been recently spotted escorting the upcoming Mozart! das musical’s leading actor, Kim Junsu, home. It is also noted that a child was in the car with them. Park is one of the biggest investor in the musical, he will also serve as a supervisor in the production team, but one will have to wonder what his motives are now that these pictures has emerged. Did Park fund the project as a way to win the singer's, formerly known as Xiah Junsu, heart? Will he come out to these allegations and - click.
Yoochun tightened his hold on the remote, tried hard to suppress the urge to break the god damn plastic, but he could still hear the thin material cracking around his hand. A long moment went by and he was back to keeping cool for the child that was just a few doors down from the living room. Sunday’s newspaper had pictures of him carrying Junsu into the car, and a few others with them making way to his house. Sunday’s papers were also crumpled and ripped in a million shreds, laying as black and white confetti in the trash. The pictures were innocent enough really, but the accusations on the paper pointed at all sort of ludicrous things.
He pulled out his phone and hit Changmin up on speed dial.
“Min, I need you to tell the dogs I’ll be holding a press conference tomorrow.”
“Hello, to you too.” Changmin grumbled. Min could practically hear Yoochun seething through the phone line. “Have Junsu seen the news?”
“Not yet. Or at least I hope not. Either way I need to clear things up before he goes off on me.” Yoochun released a long and heavy sigh. Changmin could already see how frustrated the other man was thinking about the situation. “I guess it doesn’t really matter. He’ll still blame me for it.”
“Blame you for what, Yoochun-ah?” Changmin solemnly asked, grimacing at the tone that reached his ear. “It’s not your fault. I accepted the project on your behalf before you even knew about it.”
“He’ll be mad at me for exposing JiHye to the world.” another tired and forlorn sigh reached Changmin’s ears, and then Min could see Yoochun pinching the bridge of his nose, brows locked in a knot. “I want you to make sure every single god damn broadcast station, magazine, and newspaper know that I will use everything in my power to break anyone that write or say anything of slander or libel that defame either Junsu and or JiHye.”
Changmin knew Yoochun meant every word of it. The intensity in the baritone’s voice indicated no signs of anything less. He swallowed. “Is JiHye….?”
“She’s mine, Min-ah. JiHye is our daughter. Mine and Junsu.”
“I understand.” He nodded, even though he knew Yoochun couldn’t see him. Changmin processed the information slowly, digested it with a single gulp down the pit of his stomach, but his eyes roamed elsewhere to find reason within.
“Good.” And then the line went dead.
Changmin stared at his phone, a tremor coursing through his hand, he breathed deeply. Yoochun always had gone to the extreme when it came to Kim Junsu, but he had never heard the man sound like this, never heard Yoochun threatened to destroy someone so blatantly. He was almost afraid to ask, but Changmin knew Yoochun had the power to crumble anyone in the entertainment industry.
The man was that powerful. Yoochun have people who would die for him, connections that ran deep underground, the music scene where he was born and raised, and also where Yoochun found and scouted most of his talents. The elder man held an empire around his hand, in the short span of five years, Yoochun had successfully raised actors, singers, musicians, models, and artistes in every field. He has the affluence as well as influence to make such impossible threats.
“Was that Yoochun?” Changmin had almost forgotten that Jae was one of those crazy people that would die for Yoochun. Min scoffed. Of course, they had been in the indie duo, Soulmates, together afterall, long before Yoochun had retired from being onstage and onscreen.
“Yeah… I’m sure you’ve already heard what he said on the phone,” Changmin grimaced, lips stretching thin to straight line. Jae smiled, wrapped his arms around Min, massaging his shoulder gently, and kissed him on the lip.
“It’s the least I could do for him. I owe him so much, Minnie-ah.” Jae’s eyes sparkled in the light, his lashes fleetingly sweeping up the tears brimming around his eyes.
“We both owe him a lot,” Changmin corrected as he returned the kiss, pulling Jae tighter into his arms. “Sometimes I feel like the world owes Park Yoochun too much.”
“It it was thanks to him that I met you,” Jae hushed his lover, his arm rubbing soothing circles down the curve of his taller lover’s back. “And that’s what made me owe him the most.”
“We both owe Yoochun for finding each other.” Changmin brought their heads together. Jae smiled in agreement, breathing lightly against his lover’s mouth, and pressed his body closer to Changmin’s when the other tightened his hold. “We both played the game of love and somehow tore his life apart. Now, we have to be the ones to fix it back up.”
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JiHye yawned, cutely, as she quietly closed the studio doors. She saw her Appa - no it was Micky ahjusshi- sitting alone on the leather couch with the flat of his forearm covering his face. She soundlessly approached him, tapped him on the knees when she was in front of him, and jumped in his arms when he finally noticed her.
“Hey there,” Yoochun automatically grinned at the little girls wiggling into his lap, “did you have fun?”
“Yeh! There are so many different types of sound and instrument in your studio. JiHye wants to learn them all.” She wrapped her arms around Yoochun’s neck, smiling when Yoochun scooted her closer, and giggled as he lifted her up.
“I’m sure you can do it. You’re made from talent.” Yoochun rubbed their nose together in an Eskimo kiss, and smiled wider when she giggled affectionately in return.
“Ap-… Ah… I’m hungry.” Yoochun went frigid from shock. Did he just hear what he thought he did? Flashes of her teary face, eyes overcasting with a heavy cloak of sadness, her small fingers holding on to the length of his pants as they had walked to his car, came crashing back in mini explosions. The first time he had heard JiHye calling him ‘Appa’, he had shaken it off from shock, telling himself she had most likely meant Junsu.
The little girl had been so worried about Junsu, constantly looking at the shaking and trembling figure from the back of the car, as they had drove to Yoochun’s home. She hadn’t spoken much afterwards, but her eyes told Yoochun a million different stories and questions, as he’d glimpsed between Junsu, the road, and the rearview mirror.
JiHye seemed to have sensed his hesitation and fidgeted uncomfortably in Yoochun’s arms until he decided to let her down. She ran into the kitchen.
“Is there anything to eat?” she asked as she opened the fridge. If Yoochun wasn’t still in a daze, he would have thought JiHye could have been Changmin’s sister. He cursed himself for that thought. Having Min as his child would be extremely revolting.
“What would you like to eat?” Yoochun finally came back to his senses, smiling, as JiHye smiled cutely back at him from the kitchen.
“Ehh… there’s nothing in here but these large bottles,” JiHye pouted. She grabbed a hold of one of the dark bottles and ran back to Yoochun with it, lifting the heavy bottle up with her small hands until it was thrusting up Yoochun’s face. “What can we make with this?”
“Ah…umhh…ughhh...” Yoochun was rendered speechless. JiHye’s round kitty eyes reminded him so much of Junsu, and then she was asking him that with a large bottle of wine in between her tiny fingers, her weight barely supporting the heavy object as her muscles struggled with it. His stomach poor couldn’t handle all this laughter.
“What… did I do?” she blinked a few time.
“You’re killing me!” Yoochun chuckled and took the bottle away from her. “Sorry, I’m so used to living alone and going out to eat, that I don’t keep much food around in the fridge. There are still a few bags of ramyeon left, but Junsu will probably skewer me alive if I only feed you that.”
“But Umma likes to eat skewers!” JiHye retorted with large round eyes.
Yoochun convulsed in laughter once more, knees bending back as his weight shifted. “Then I guess your Umma likes to eat me.”
“Then JiHye wants to eat you too!” She grinned, playfully, before attacking him. Yoochun fell on the floor as JiHye tackled him, laughing more than he ever remembered he has. “Rawr!”
He tickled her before she got a chance to bite him, she released a melodic screech when his calves lifted her small body up, long arms holding on to hers, as she pretended to be an airplane. He landed her on his chest when she was having too much fun, kissed her on the forehead as she snuggled closer to him.
JiHye was out of breath by the time Junsu opened the door. The singer stood there amused, a smile quirking his lips and brightening his face, from seeing the childish games between his daughter and Yoochun on the floor. Neither has even noticed him. They were too busy rolling around, laughing too hard to have heard the door open.
“Ahem… kids…” he interrupted with a smirk. Junsu tilted his chin and cocked an eyebrow at Yoochun, who immediately straightened up, and acted like nothing had just happen, that he didn’t just have the time of his life with JiHye. Junsu bit his lips to hold back the laughter bubbling in his belly, the tips of Yoochun’s ears was still colored with embarrassment.
“Umma!” JiHye ran to him and he picked her up in a tight embrace. God, he missed this child. When was the last time Junsu had seen her?
Yoochun picked himself up, hoping he has collected back some of his dignity, but his heaving chest was telling him otherwise. For the first time, he wished he was in JiHye’s shoes. He had not realized how much he has missed the smaller man. Heck, he was always fucking missing Junsu, but wait- no- Is he- Park Yoochun- actually jealous of their daughter?
Yoochun mentally smacked himself, hand covering the surface of his temples, and of course, Junsu just have to be there watching him with that adorable yet teasing smile. Yoochun’s left eye twitched. Junsu was sticking his tongue out at him. Not only that that, he has the audacity to curl the tip of his tongue until it touched the center of his upper lip. Damn him. Damn him to hell. Yoochun made a note to himself to get Junsu back, already a thousand different ways entered his head.
“JiHye is hungry,” Yoochun blurted after he could no longer take the endless display of affection between the little girl and Junsu. He sucked on the inside of his cheeks. “We were just talking about having skewers for dinner.”
“Maybe another day,” Junsu patted JiHye on the head, before showing her the bags of grocery on his other hand, smiling. “I figured I would have to cook today.”
“Yay! Umma is cooking!” JiHye squealed, and then ran around the living room with her arms spread out, like an airplane. “Umma hardly ever cook for JiHye anymore after we came to Korea.”
“When did you start cooking again?” Yoochun raised a brow, skepticism written all over his face. He crossed his arms as a look of pondering rearranged his handsome features. “Last I remember you almost burned down my kitchen.
JiHye giggled until she was down on the floor, rolling around in circles again. Yoochun grinned at the sight.
“Since I have a child to feed,” Junsu shot back with a pout. “What? Scared I’ll poison your portion?”
“A little,” Yoochun admitted with a smirk. Junsu glared at him a little. “But I guess I wouldn’t mind dying under your hands.”
Junsu stormed into the kitchen before Yoochun could see his flushing face. JiHye was still rolling around on the floor, like a kitten on its back, rolling back and forth on its side.
“Did you give her sweets or something?” Junsu asked when he felt Yoochun’s presence creeping up on him from behind. “Why is she so hyper all the sudden?”
“She’s a kid. She doesn’t need candy to be hyper. Actually, I think she inherited from you.” The older man chuckled as he leaned closer, his chin resting on the blade of Junsu’s shoulder. “You know you’re very squirmy whenever the kid is there. Or is it because I’m making you uncomfortable?”
Junsu ignored him as he filled the fridge with solid foods and vegetables. When he was done, Junsu ignited the stove, washed his hands, and took off his jacket to put the apron on. Yoochun acted as his shadow, following him around with a smirk constantly attached to his face, grinning at the smaller man when Junsu finally turned to face him with one hand on his hip.
“I need to cook. Go play with JiHye,” Junsu ordered.
“At least tell me what you’re making,” Yoochun glanced at the variety of food laid out on the kitchen counter. He made a face when he saw the bag of green peas sitting with the rest of the veggies.
“Omurice…” Junsu replied, pushing Yoochun out of the kitchen.
“My favorite,” Yoochun grinned, refusing to budge; another step and he would be in the living room.
“JiHye’s favorite,” Junsu countered. The singer fumed a little when Yoochun winked at him, and then chuckled when Junsu turned around back into the kitchen with an evident pout on his face. Yoochun grinned to himself.
For a second, he had debated on whether he should tell Junsu his suspicions on JiHye overhearing their little argument. Yoochun decided to hold the thought to himself, until it was confirmed, he didn’t need to complicate things more than what it already was, besides, Junsu already has too much burdens to carry on his shoulders.
A light, sweet laughter rang in his ear, Yoochun turned his attention to the little girl watching Running Man on the flat screen television. JiHye was sitting on the leather couch now, eyes sparkling with stars, amazed by all the chaos and silliness on the show, her little hands clapping once in a while when she was enjoying what she was seeing.
Hands stretched on the back spine of the couch, Yoochun leaned down and asked, “Do you want me to show you another song?”
JiHye turned around, eye lightening to a honey brown, and then she smiled excitedly. “Yes, please!”
Hand in hand, they walked to Yoochun’s in-home-studio- room together, JiHye skipping on her small feet and Yoochun watching her dance with grace. Inside the music room, JiHye immediately let go of his hand, running toward a framed portrait of Junsu on the wall, she stared wide eyed before pointing at it. The Junsu in the picture was fierce, bold red hair spiked on his head, dark kohl lining his eyes, body caught in a fluid dance, microphone positioned near his mouth.
The producer’s breath was caught in his throat. He had forgotten how many pictures of Junsu - and of Junsu and him- were hanging around the house. JiHye must be very confused facing all of these different snippets of Junsu. The smirk on Xiah Junsu’s face (in the picture) as he performed on stage seemed to be taunting Yoochun more than ever.
“Umma…looks so different,” JiHye commented, breaking Yoochun from his reverie.
“That picture was from eight years ago. He was on fire that night. Nobody could have shined brighter than Xiah Junsu on stage.” Yoochun took JiHye by the hand as he explained the origins of each of the portrait aligned on the wall.
“Umma doesn’t tell me much about his singing life. He always avoided talking about Korea,” She smiled sadly, teeth scrapping along her lower lip. “JiHye wanted to ask about these pictures when JiHye was here earlier…but Umma and you were still asleep.”
Yoochun’s heart was stuck in his throat. Kneeling down to her height, palms wrapping around her trembling shoulders, he asked, “JiHye, at that restaurant, did you overhear…?”
Her eyes glimmered with tears as it met Yoochun’s, her mouth parting as she lowered her head, before looking back up through a forest of curly lashes a moment later, eyes averting to the next portrait. It was a picture of the sensual singer, smiling as he sat on Yoochun’s lap, their hands dancing on a grand baby piano together, under a dim spotlight.
“Come on, I’ll show you the song I was talking about.” Yoochun lifted JiHye off of her feet. She smiled a little when she was behind the piano, touching the black and white keys with the tips of her fingers. It looked like the same one from the picture.
JiHye didn’t even have to wait for Yoochun to show her a new song, her fingers itched to play, and as soon as her hand connected with the keys, she couldn’t stop the music from spilling out from her heart. Yoochun looked at the way her fingers danced, watched as she struggled for a little, and smiled to himself when she got the arpeggio down.
“Where did you learn that from?” He asked.
“I heard Umma playing this song in Mozart,” she answered, sheepishly. “I don’t know. The sound just came rushing back in my head like it was telling me to play.”
“Why don’t we try something different,” Yoochun suggested. He walked across the room, picked up a guitar, and started playing a tune. “Play that on the piano for me.”
JiHye did what she was asked, executing the simple tune in 4/4 time signature flawlessly. She looked back at Yoochun, expecting something harder, and so he gave her another tune to follow, this time a level harder. Each time she completed a tune Yoochun gave her, JiHye’s eyes beamed with pride, smiling exuberantly as she completed the mission. Yoochun was more than impressed. He tried switching key signatures, increasing the meters, adding in different sharps and flats to throw her off, but she still somehow managed to duplicate the sound.
She struggled with the last tune, humming the melody aloud, before proceeding to play it on the piano. The response was unpolished, but Yoochun could already see how much better she would get with a little bit of practice. His suspicion was correct, and Yoochun isn’t sure if he should be proud or sadden by JiHye’s gift.
“Are you alright?” JiHye asked after a moment of silence.
Yoochun smiled at her, signaled for her not to leave her seat from behind the piano as she made an attempt to move. He started to strum the guitar, dramatically, and then a simple melody emerged.
“Kiss me, darling… Kiss me, kiss me, tonight...Kiss me, darling, kiss me, and I’ll be alright.” He winked.
The door creaked open, giggles from the little girl’s mouth, along with the strumming of a guitar ricocheted in waves as it bounced off the walls, and shot through the door . Junsu poked his head in just in time to see JiHye landing a sloppy kiss on Yoochun’s mouth. Blinking back his surprise, Junsu’s eyes grew larger as Yoochun continued playing.
“Kiss me, darling…Kiss... Your kiss is so wonderful,” Yoochun cocked his head to the door. “My love you’ll always be. My love you’ll always be.”
Junsu flushed bright red and quickly closed the door, hiding the tomato red blush that colored his cheeks and concealing the echoes of clapping and giggling inside. He recomposed himself, inhaled and exhaled, doing so a few times until his heart was no longer running a marathon, and only then did he twisted the knob.
“Dinner’s ready!” Junsu shouted as he opened the door. JiHye and Yoochun stood directly behind it, which meant he was practically yelling in Yoochun’s face. Junsu groaned in an apology.
When the three was finally situated at the dining table, nobody expected it to be so quiet. Junsu looked at JiHye, who was busy separating the peas from the rest of the Omurice, and Yoochun, who seemed suspicious of Junsu’s cooking. Junsu took a bite of his rice and omelet, nibbling it lightly and then taking a larger chunk. It tasted fine on his tongue.
“JiHye don’t waste your food,” Junsu frowned. JiHye looked at him and then pouted. Junsu side eyed the kicked puppy face she was giving him. JiHye sighed in defeated, a little whimper emitting from her lips.
“Ahh..I know!” JiHye giggled as she lifted her plate next to Yoochun’s and scooted all of her peas over to his plate. “Hehehehe” She grinned when Yoochun gasped in horror.
“I knew you would but these in!” Yoochun quickly sorted the peas on his plate to the side, along with the rest of the peas JiHye had given him. Yoochun shifted the perfectly round peas on to Junsu’s plate, him glaring at the cook and Junsu pouting unhappily as the peas poured on his plate.
The rest of dinner ended up consisting of small casual talk. JiHye told storied of her elementary school in America, Junsu spoke a little about the musical, and Yoochun subtle and subliminal hints on the signing of JiHye’s contract with him. JiHye excused herself when she was done to watch a Japanese anime on television. Junsu washed the dishes while Yoochun dried them.
“I’m going to make a special contract for JiHye,” Yoochun offered as Junsu handed him the last plate. “You can change anything that you don’t particularly like.”
“I don’t know, Yoochun. School will be starting soon,” Junsu washed his hands, and then dried them with a towel, avoiding as much eye contact with Yoochun as possible.
“Your musical runs for four months, Junsu-ah. You’re under contact, aren’t you? You can’t fly back and forth like that.”
“Actually, I only agreed to do the musical for one month.” Junsu looked at his hands, suddenly finding an interest in his fingernails. “I’m not staying very long, you see...”
“Are you really going to separate us now that I just found her?” Yoochun shook his head in disbelief. How could Junsu be so cruel? Seven years of waiting and now Junsu would leave him again just like that. “What are you running away from?”
“I’m not running away from anything. JiHye is mine… Solely my responsibility… I don’t want her to be involved in the entertainment industry so early,” Junsu bit his lips, Yoochun was cornering him until Junsu’s back was arched over the counter, Yoochun’s arms on both side, locking him in a cage. “You don’t have to feel guilty about her. The decision to welcome her to this world was mine to make, and I intend to raise her by myself. We have a home in America…”
Scepters of ice sliced through Yoochun‘s skin, Junsu’s arctic words were bitter and hard hitting, but it was fine, he was use to the cold. “Guilty? I think you’re the one coming off as guilty, Junsu-ah. Why else did you forbid almost any sort of contact JiHye has with the piano. Does she remind you of me? Is that it?” He laughed.
The truth in Yoochun’s words stung at Junsu’s heart, the blunt shards piercing until blood was rushing in hot streams to his eyes. Yoochun had been spot on with his speculations.
The singer’s eyes were begging Yoochun to stop, glossy orbs filled with hurt stared at him behind dilated pupils. Yoochun brought his hand up to cup Junsu’s face, thumb wiping away the tear just as it fell. His eyes softened, voice hushing down to a soothing whisper.
“Our baby has absolute pitch, Su-ah. She’s pitch perfect.”
Junsu inhaled a little too sharply, gasping as he choked on a sob. Yoochun’s other hand encompassed the smalls of his waist and drew tiny circles on his back. “I… I- I knew she was different…and I always had suspicions but-but-“
Eyes lost in a search for answers, Junsu suddenly looked smaller in Yoochun’s arms, and it only made Yoochun want to hurt him more, pain Junsu until he was a crumbling mess, just so he could have Junsu tightly secured in his embrace once more. He smiled in spite of himself. “It’s ok… We’ll discuss this later. It’s time for us all to retire to bed anyways.”
Junsu nodded, unfurled himself from Yoochun’s body, and washed his face with cold, cold water. Yoochun drank a glass of water as he observed Junsu splashing his face in the sink. He handed the smaller man a paper towel to dry off with when Junsu was done, the singer thanking him with a small smile, and together they made their way to the living room. They both stared at each other with a grin. JiHye was knocked out on the couch, her little body laid directionless as she slept on her belly.
Gently, Yoochun picked her up, cradling her lithe body in his arms. The little girl was so tired she didn’t feel a thing as she was transported into Yoochun’s room. Junsu followed behind them quietly. As delicately as possibly, Yoochun placed her in the middle of the king sized bed, but when he tried to remove himself from her, JiHye cradled herself deeper into his chest. He looked to Junsu who smiled back uneasily at him.
The smaller male was lying on the other side of the bed, sweeping JiHye’s hair from her face, and then stroking her smooth soft black locks. “She usually never falls asleep unless I’m next to her… JiHye must be very tired.”
“She stayed up last night, worried to death about you. I didn’t want her to catch your cold so I had her outside the entire time,” Yoochun replied, apologetically. Junsu nodded in understanding, hands never leaving JiHye’s pretty face.
“This child has gone through so much because of me…,” Junsu whispered, breathing ever so lightly as he caressed JiHye’s cheeks. “The first word she said was Umma… isn’t that crazy? I’ve tried everything to make her call me her Appa, but she refused to. Well it might be my fault as well. I let Seonah, Haeri, and Gongju spend too much time with her. They somehow managed to teach her the word Umma before I could teach her I was her Appa.”
Yoochun held back a laugh from bubbling inside his belly, Junsu looked so gentle and serious and thoughtful, and he just couldn’t take it all at once. The singer looked dreamy like he was reading a fantasy, most likely remembering JiHye’s little childish antics. Yoochun’s heart broke a little, he doesn’t have those memories. When Junsu caught Yoochun staring at him again, he quickly looked away.
“I better get going or else you’ll never fall asleep.” Junsu fidgeted on his side of the bed, Yoochun tried to pry JiHye’s small hands from his shirt; her tiny fist was balled tightly around his breast pocket. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, forehead digging deeper into the concave of his shoulders.
“Ah…ppa….Ap…pa…” JiHye whimpered.
Yoochun and Junsu froze from shock, Junsu gasping for air, and Yoochun heart palpitating beyond his control. They stared at each other, dumbfounded, as JiHye stirred a little in response.
“Why don’t stay for tonight.” A pregnant silence passed before Junsu suggested the idea, hesitation lacing his voice, but Yoochun heard a beg in disguise. “There’s only one bed… and it’s big enough for all of us.”
“I’ll have Min bring new a new bed for her tomorrow,” Yoochun stated. A change of expression crossed Junsu’s face at the mention of the name. Nonetheless, Junsu gave a slight nod.
“Oh yeah, Junsu?” Yoochun asked in the dark, even though he knew the other man was still awake. JiHye’s little body separated them, but he could feel Junsu’s erratic heartbeat across the bed, the loud da-thump, da-thump couldn’t possibly be his own could it? Yoochun wetted his lips. “I’m holding a press conference tomorrow. Be sure to catch it.”
Lying on his side, body facing JiHye, which meant Junsu was also facing Yoochun, he caught the swipe of the man’s tongue against his lips, in the dimness of the room. Junsu swallowed back a muffled sound.
“Hmmm.” He answered.
An urge to touch the other man filled Junsu’s body, a shiver ran up his spine, goosebumps textured his arms, and he suddenly felt the coolness of the night catch up with him. He shuddered at the inappropriate thought knocking on the back of his mind. On the other side, Yoochun wasn’t faring off much better. After a while, their eyes found each other in the dark, Yoochun’s piercing gaze on Junsu’s steady brown orbs.
“Jalja, jagiya…” the baritone whispered, a low and deep husk in dark of the night.
Hoping the darkness obscured the blush that ran across his face, Junsu replied, “Jalja...” and quickly rolled onto the other side of the bed, the side where Yoochun wouldn’t see him flustered like a teenage girl.
Yoochun smiled to himself as Junsu tried to hide his embarrassment, although Yoochun did not find there was anything to be embarrassed about. But it was very much like Junsu to curl up in bed, hiding himself in the confines of the sheets, after they committed something intimate.
He sighed. Tomorrow would be hell. The press conference would break or make their relationship. He shuddered at the thought of losing Junsu again. And then Park Yoochun finally fell asleep at 3 am in the morning.
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A/N: 5k of words!!! omg... I hope that makes up from the shortness of the previous chappie :))) Happy Independence Day for all those living in the States. OT but I was at the movies yesterday and I saw an upcoming movie titled 'pitch perfect' and I like cried. lol I was like out of all the titles why... odg. ok done with ranting ;A; Next chappie will most likely be up next week ish. ummh.. still debating if i should do a flashback scene of yoosu's first meeting or not. :/
Oh btw... jalja~ means sleep well in korean, or good night ^^ and jagiya of course is an endearment that couples use.. like honey or darling.
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?
The entertainment industry’s popular tycoon, Park Yoochun, have been recently spotted escorting the upcoming Mozart! das musical’s leading actor, Kim Junsu, home. It is also noted that a child was in the car with them. Park is one of the biggest investor in the musical, he will also serve as a supervisor in the production team, but one will have to wonder what his motives are now that these pictures has emerged. Did Park fund the project as a way to win the singer's, formerly known as Xiah Junsu, heart? Will he come out to these allegations and - click.
Yoochun tightened his hold on the remote, tried hard to suppress the urge to break the god damn plastic, but he could still hear the thin material cracking around his hand. A long moment went by and he was back to keeping cool for the child that was just a few doors down from the living room. Sunday’s newspaper had pictures of him carrying Junsu into the car, and a few others with them making way to his house. Sunday’s papers were also crumpled and ripped in a million shreds, laying as black and white confetti in the trash. The pictures were innocent enough really, but the accusations on the paper pointed at all sort of ludicrous things.
He pulled out his phone and hit Changmin up on speed dial.
“Min, I need you to tell the dogs I’ll be holding a press conference tomorrow.”
“Hello, to you too.” Changmin grumbled. Min could practically hear Yoochun seething through the phone line. “Have Junsu seen the news?”
“Not yet. Or at least I hope not. Either way I need to clear things up before he goes off on me.” Yoochun released a long and heavy sigh. Changmin could already see how frustrated the other man was thinking about the situation. “I guess it doesn’t really matter. He’ll still blame me for it.”
“Blame you for what, Yoochun-ah?” Changmin solemnly asked, grimacing at the tone that reached his ear. “It’s not your fault. I accepted the project on your behalf before you even knew about it.”
“He’ll be mad at me for exposing JiHye to the world.” another tired and forlorn sigh reached Changmin’s ears, and then Min could see Yoochun pinching the bridge of his nose, brows locked in a knot. “I want you to make sure every single god damn broadcast station, magazine, and newspaper know that I will use everything in my power to break anyone that write or say anything of slander or libel that defame either Junsu and or JiHye.”
Changmin knew Yoochun meant every word of it. The intensity in the baritone’s voice indicated no signs of anything less. He swallowed. “Is JiHye….?”
“She’s mine, Min-ah. JiHye is our daughter. Mine and Junsu.”
“I understand.” He nodded, even though he knew Yoochun couldn’t see him. Changmin processed the information slowly, digested it with a single gulp down the pit of his stomach, but his eyes roamed elsewhere to find reason within.
“Good.” And then the line went dead.
Changmin stared at his phone, a tremor coursing through his hand, he breathed deeply. Yoochun always had gone to the extreme when it came to Kim Junsu, but he had never heard the man sound like this, never heard Yoochun threatened to destroy someone so blatantly. He was almost afraid to ask, but Changmin knew Yoochun had the power to crumble anyone in the entertainment industry.
The man was that powerful. Yoochun have people who would die for him, connections that ran deep underground, the music scene where he was born and raised, and also where Yoochun found and scouted most of his talents. The elder man held an empire around his hand, in the short span of five years, Yoochun had successfully raised actors, singers, musicians, models, and artistes in every field. He has the affluence as well as influence to make such impossible threats.
“Was that Yoochun?” Changmin had almost forgotten that Jae was one of those crazy people that would die for Yoochun. Min scoffed. Of course, they had been in the indie duo, Soulmates, together afterall, long before Yoochun had retired from being onstage and onscreen.
“Yeah… I’m sure you’ve already heard what he said on the phone,” Changmin grimaced, lips stretching thin to straight line. Jae smiled, wrapped his arms around Min, massaging his shoulder gently, and kissed him on the lip.
“It’s the least I could do for him. I owe him so much, Minnie-ah.” Jae’s eyes sparkled in the light, his lashes fleetingly sweeping up the tears brimming around his eyes.
“We both owe him a lot,” Changmin corrected as he returned the kiss, pulling Jae tighter into his arms. “Sometimes I feel like the world owes Park Yoochun too much.”
“It it was thanks to him that I met you,” Jae hushed his lover, his arm rubbing soothing circles down the curve of his taller lover’s back. “And that’s what made me owe him the most.”
“We both owe Yoochun for finding each other.” Changmin brought their heads together. Jae smiled in agreement, breathing lightly against his lover’s mouth, and pressed his body closer to Changmin’s when the other tightened his hold. “We both played the game of love and somehow tore his life apart. Now, we have to be the ones to fix it back up.”
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JiHye yawned, cutely, as she quietly closed the studio doors. She saw her Appa - no it was Micky ahjusshi- sitting alone on the leather couch with the flat of his forearm covering his face. She soundlessly approached him, tapped him on the knees when she was in front of him, and jumped in his arms when he finally noticed her.
“Hey there,” Yoochun automatically grinned at the little girls wiggling into his lap, “did you have fun?”
“Yeh! There are so many different types of sound and instrument in your studio. JiHye wants to learn them all.” She wrapped her arms around Yoochun’s neck, smiling when Yoochun scooted her closer, and giggled as he lifted her up.
“I’m sure you can do it. You’re made from talent.” Yoochun rubbed their nose together in an Eskimo kiss, and smiled wider when she giggled affectionately in return.
“Ap-… Ah… I’m hungry.” Yoochun went frigid from shock. Did he just hear what he thought he did? Flashes of her teary face, eyes overcasting with a heavy cloak of sadness, her small fingers holding on to the length of his pants as they had walked to his car, came crashing back in mini explosions. The first time he had heard JiHye calling him ‘Appa’, he had shaken it off from shock, telling himself she had most likely meant Junsu.
The little girl had been so worried about Junsu, constantly looking at the shaking and trembling figure from the back of the car, as they had drove to Yoochun’s home. She hadn’t spoken much afterwards, but her eyes told Yoochun a million different stories and questions, as he’d glimpsed between Junsu, the road, and the rearview mirror.
JiHye seemed to have sensed his hesitation and fidgeted uncomfortably in Yoochun’s arms until he decided to let her down. She ran into the kitchen.
“Is there anything to eat?” she asked as she opened the fridge. If Yoochun wasn’t still in a daze, he would have thought JiHye could have been Changmin’s sister. He cursed himself for that thought. Having Min as his child would be extremely revolting.
“What would you like to eat?” Yoochun finally came back to his senses, smiling, as JiHye smiled cutely back at him from the kitchen.
“Ehh… there’s nothing in here but these large bottles,” JiHye pouted. She grabbed a hold of one of the dark bottles and ran back to Yoochun with it, lifting the heavy bottle up with her small hands until it was thrusting up Yoochun’s face. “What can we make with this?”
“Ah…umhh…ughhh...” Yoochun was rendered speechless. JiHye’s round kitty eyes reminded him so much of Junsu, and then she was asking him that with a large bottle of wine in between her tiny fingers, her weight barely supporting the heavy object as her muscles struggled with it. His stomach poor couldn’t handle all this laughter.
“What… did I do?” she blinked a few time.
“You’re killing me!” Yoochun chuckled and took the bottle away from her. “Sorry, I’m so used to living alone and going out to eat, that I don’t keep much food around in the fridge. There are still a few bags of ramyeon left, but Junsu will probably skewer me alive if I only feed you that.”
“But Umma likes to eat skewers!” JiHye retorted with large round eyes.
Yoochun convulsed in laughter once more, knees bending back as his weight shifted. “Then I guess your Umma likes to eat me.”
“Then JiHye wants to eat you too!” She grinned, playfully, before attacking him. Yoochun fell on the floor as JiHye tackled him, laughing more than he ever remembered he has. “Rawr!”
He tickled her before she got a chance to bite him, she released a melodic screech when his calves lifted her small body up, long arms holding on to hers, as she pretended to be an airplane. He landed her on his chest when she was having too much fun, kissed her on the forehead as she snuggled closer to him.
JiHye was out of breath by the time Junsu opened the door. The singer stood there amused, a smile quirking his lips and brightening his face, from seeing the childish games between his daughter and Yoochun on the floor. Neither has even noticed him. They were too busy rolling around, laughing too hard to have heard the door open.
“Ahem… kids…” he interrupted with a smirk. Junsu tilted his chin and cocked an eyebrow at Yoochun, who immediately straightened up, and acted like nothing had just happen, that he didn’t just have the time of his life with JiHye. Junsu bit his lips to hold back the laughter bubbling in his belly, the tips of Yoochun’s ears was still colored with embarrassment.
“Umma!” JiHye ran to him and he picked her up in a tight embrace. God, he missed this child. When was the last time Junsu had seen her?
Yoochun picked himself up, hoping he has collected back some of his dignity, but his heaving chest was telling him otherwise. For the first time, he wished he was in JiHye’s shoes. He had not realized how much he has missed the smaller man. Heck, he was always fucking missing Junsu, but wait- no- Is he- Park Yoochun- actually jealous of their daughter?
Yoochun mentally smacked himself, hand covering the surface of his temples, and of course, Junsu just have to be there watching him with that adorable yet teasing smile. Yoochun’s left eye twitched. Junsu was sticking his tongue out at him. Not only that that, he has the audacity to curl the tip of his tongue until it touched the center of his upper lip. Damn him. Damn him to hell. Yoochun made a note to himself to get Junsu back, already a thousand different ways entered his head.
“JiHye is hungry,” Yoochun blurted after he could no longer take the endless display of affection between the little girl and Junsu. He sucked on the inside of his cheeks. “We were just talking about having skewers for dinner.”
“Maybe another day,” Junsu patted JiHye on the head, before showing her the bags of grocery on his other hand, smiling. “I figured I would have to cook today.”
“Yay! Umma is cooking!” JiHye squealed, and then ran around the living room with her arms spread out, like an airplane. “Umma hardly ever cook for JiHye anymore after we came to Korea.”
“When did you start cooking again?” Yoochun raised a brow, skepticism written all over his face. He crossed his arms as a look of pondering rearranged his handsome features. “Last I remember you almost burned down my kitchen.
JiHye giggled until she was down on the floor, rolling around in circles again. Yoochun grinned at the sight.
“Since I have a child to feed,” Junsu shot back with a pout. “What? Scared I’ll poison your portion?”
“A little,” Yoochun admitted with a smirk. Junsu glared at him a little. “But I guess I wouldn’t mind dying under your hands.”
Junsu stormed into the kitchen before Yoochun could see his flushing face. JiHye was still rolling around on the floor, like a kitten on its back, rolling back and forth on its side.
“Did you give her sweets or something?” Junsu asked when he felt Yoochun’s presence creeping up on him from behind. “Why is she so hyper all the sudden?”
“She’s a kid. She doesn’t need candy to be hyper. Actually, I think she inherited from you.” The older man chuckled as he leaned closer, his chin resting on the blade of Junsu’s shoulder. “You know you’re very squirmy whenever the kid is there. Or is it because I’m making you uncomfortable?”
Junsu ignored him as he filled the fridge with solid foods and vegetables. When he was done, Junsu ignited the stove, washed his hands, and took off his jacket to put the apron on. Yoochun acted as his shadow, following him around with a smirk constantly attached to his face, grinning at the smaller man when Junsu finally turned to face him with one hand on his hip.
“I need to cook. Go play with JiHye,” Junsu ordered.
“At least tell me what you’re making,” Yoochun glanced at the variety of food laid out on the kitchen counter. He made a face when he saw the bag of green peas sitting with the rest of the veggies.
“Omurice…” Junsu replied, pushing Yoochun out of the kitchen.
“My favorite,” Yoochun grinned, refusing to budge; another step and he would be in the living room.
“JiHye’s favorite,” Junsu countered. The singer fumed a little when Yoochun winked at him, and then chuckled when Junsu turned around back into the kitchen with an evident pout on his face. Yoochun grinned to himself.
For a second, he had debated on whether he should tell Junsu his suspicions on JiHye overhearing their little argument. Yoochun decided to hold the thought to himself, until it was confirmed, he didn’t need to complicate things more than what it already was, besides, Junsu already has too much burdens to carry on his shoulders.
A light, sweet laughter rang in his ear, Yoochun turned his attention to the little girl watching Running Man on the flat screen television. JiHye was sitting on the leather couch now, eyes sparkling with stars, amazed by all the chaos and silliness on the show, her little hands clapping once in a while when she was enjoying what she was seeing.
Hands stretched on the back spine of the couch, Yoochun leaned down and asked, “Do you want me to show you another song?”
JiHye turned around, eye lightening to a honey brown, and then she smiled excitedly. “Yes, please!”
Hand in hand, they walked to Yoochun’s in-home-studio- room together, JiHye skipping on her small feet and Yoochun watching her dance with grace. Inside the music room, JiHye immediately let go of his hand, running toward a framed portrait of Junsu on the wall, she stared wide eyed before pointing at it. The Junsu in the picture was fierce, bold red hair spiked on his head, dark kohl lining his eyes, body caught in a fluid dance, microphone positioned near his mouth.
The producer’s breath was caught in his throat. He had forgotten how many pictures of Junsu - and of Junsu and him- were hanging around the house. JiHye must be very confused facing all of these different snippets of Junsu. The smirk on Xiah Junsu’s face (in the picture) as he performed on stage seemed to be taunting Yoochun more than ever.
“Umma…looks so different,” JiHye commented, breaking Yoochun from his reverie.
“That picture was from eight years ago. He was on fire that night. Nobody could have shined brighter than Xiah Junsu on stage.” Yoochun took JiHye by the hand as he explained the origins of each of the portrait aligned on the wall.
“Umma doesn’t tell me much about his singing life. He always avoided talking about Korea,” She smiled sadly, teeth scrapping along her lower lip. “JiHye wanted to ask about these pictures when JiHye was here earlier…but Umma and you were still asleep.”
Yoochun’s heart was stuck in his throat. Kneeling down to her height, palms wrapping around her trembling shoulders, he asked, “JiHye, at that restaurant, did you overhear…?”
Her eyes glimmered with tears as it met Yoochun’s, her mouth parting as she lowered her head, before looking back up through a forest of curly lashes a moment later, eyes averting to the next portrait. It was a picture of the sensual singer, smiling as he sat on Yoochun’s lap, their hands dancing on a grand baby piano together, under a dim spotlight.
“Come on, I’ll show you the song I was talking about.” Yoochun lifted JiHye off of her feet. She smiled a little when she was behind the piano, touching the black and white keys with the tips of her fingers. It looked like the same one from the picture.
JiHye didn’t even have to wait for Yoochun to show her a new song, her fingers itched to play, and as soon as her hand connected with the keys, she couldn’t stop the music from spilling out from her heart. Yoochun looked at the way her fingers danced, watched as she struggled for a little, and smiled to himself when she got the arpeggio down.
“Where did you learn that from?” He asked.
“I heard Umma playing this song in Mozart,” she answered, sheepishly. “I don’t know. The sound just came rushing back in my head like it was telling me to play.”
“Why don’t we try something different,” Yoochun suggested. He walked across the room, picked up a guitar, and started playing a tune. “Play that on the piano for me.”
JiHye did what she was asked, executing the simple tune in 4/4 time signature flawlessly. She looked back at Yoochun, expecting something harder, and so he gave her another tune to follow, this time a level harder. Each time she completed a tune Yoochun gave her, JiHye’s eyes beamed with pride, smiling exuberantly as she completed the mission. Yoochun was more than impressed. He tried switching key signatures, increasing the meters, adding in different sharps and flats to throw her off, but she still somehow managed to duplicate the sound.
She struggled with the last tune, humming the melody aloud, before proceeding to play it on the piano. The response was unpolished, but Yoochun could already see how much better she would get with a little bit of practice. His suspicion was correct, and Yoochun isn’t sure if he should be proud or sadden by JiHye’s gift.
“Are you alright?” JiHye asked after a moment of silence.
Yoochun smiled at her, signaled for her not to leave her seat from behind the piano as she made an attempt to move. He started to strum the guitar, dramatically, and then a simple melody emerged.
“Kiss me, darling… Kiss me, kiss me, tonight...Kiss me, darling, kiss me, and I’ll be alright.” He winked.
The door creaked open, giggles from the little girl’s mouth, along with the strumming of a guitar ricocheted in waves as it bounced off the walls, and shot through the door . Junsu poked his head in just in time to see JiHye landing a sloppy kiss on Yoochun’s mouth. Blinking back his surprise, Junsu’s eyes grew larger as Yoochun continued playing.
“Kiss me, darling…Kiss... Your kiss is so wonderful,” Yoochun cocked his head to the door. “My love you’ll always be. My love you’ll always be.”
Junsu flushed bright red and quickly closed the door, hiding the tomato red blush that colored his cheeks and concealing the echoes of clapping and giggling inside. He recomposed himself, inhaled and exhaled, doing so a few times until his heart was no longer running a marathon, and only then did he twisted the knob.
“Dinner’s ready!” Junsu shouted as he opened the door. JiHye and Yoochun stood directly behind it, which meant he was practically yelling in Yoochun’s face. Junsu groaned in an apology.
When the three was finally situated at the dining table, nobody expected it to be so quiet. Junsu looked at JiHye, who was busy separating the peas from the rest of the Omurice, and Yoochun, who seemed suspicious of Junsu’s cooking. Junsu took a bite of his rice and omelet, nibbling it lightly and then taking a larger chunk. It tasted fine on his tongue.
“JiHye don’t waste your food,” Junsu frowned. JiHye looked at him and then pouted. Junsu side eyed the kicked puppy face she was giving him. JiHye sighed in defeated, a little whimper emitting from her lips.
“Ahh..I know!” JiHye giggled as she lifted her plate next to Yoochun’s and scooted all of her peas over to his plate. “Hehehehe” She grinned when Yoochun gasped in horror.
“I knew you would but these in!” Yoochun quickly sorted the peas on his plate to the side, along with the rest of the peas JiHye had given him. Yoochun shifted the perfectly round peas on to Junsu’s plate, him glaring at the cook and Junsu pouting unhappily as the peas poured on his plate.
The rest of dinner ended up consisting of small casual talk. JiHye told storied of her elementary school in America, Junsu spoke a little about the musical, and Yoochun subtle and subliminal hints on the signing of JiHye’s contract with him. JiHye excused herself when she was done to watch a Japanese anime on television. Junsu washed the dishes while Yoochun dried them.
“I’m going to make a special contract for JiHye,” Yoochun offered as Junsu handed him the last plate. “You can change anything that you don’t particularly like.”
“I don’t know, Yoochun. School will be starting soon,” Junsu washed his hands, and then dried them with a towel, avoiding as much eye contact with Yoochun as possible.
“Your musical runs for four months, Junsu-ah. You’re under contact, aren’t you? You can’t fly back and forth like that.”
“Actually, I only agreed to do the musical for one month.” Junsu looked at his hands, suddenly finding an interest in his fingernails. “I’m not staying very long, you see...”
“Are you really going to separate us now that I just found her?” Yoochun shook his head in disbelief. How could Junsu be so cruel? Seven years of waiting and now Junsu would leave him again just like that. “What are you running away from?”
“I’m not running away from anything. JiHye is mine… Solely my responsibility… I don’t want her to be involved in the entertainment industry so early,” Junsu bit his lips, Yoochun was cornering him until Junsu’s back was arched over the counter, Yoochun’s arms on both side, locking him in a cage. “You don’t have to feel guilty about her. The decision to welcome her to this world was mine to make, and I intend to raise her by myself. We have a home in America…”
Scepters of ice sliced through Yoochun‘s skin, Junsu’s arctic words were bitter and hard hitting, but it was fine, he was use to the cold. “Guilty? I think you’re the one coming off as guilty, Junsu-ah. Why else did you forbid almost any sort of contact JiHye has with the piano. Does she remind you of me? Is that it?” He laughed.
The truth in Yoochun’s words stung at Junsu’s heart, the blunt shards piercing until blood was rushing in hot streams to his eyes. Yoochun had been spot on with his speculations.
The singer’s eyes were begging Yoochun to stop, glossy orbs filled with hurt stared at him behind dilated pupils. Yoochun brought his hand up to cup Junsu’s face, thumb wiping away the tear just as it fell. His eyes softened, voice hushing down to a soothing whisper.
“Our baby has absolute pitch, Su-ah. She’s pitch perfect.”
Junsu inhaled a little too sharply, gasping as he choked on a sob. Yoochun’s other hand encompassed the smalls of his waist and drew tiny circles on his back. “I… I- I knew she was different…and I always had suspicions but-but-“
Eyes lost in a search for answers, Junsu suddenly looked smaller in Yoochun’s arms, and it only made Yoochun want to hurt him more, pain Junsu until he was a crumbling mess, just so he could have Junsu tightly secured in his embrace once more. He smiled in spite of himself. “It’s ok… We’ll discuss this later. It’s time for us all to retire to bed anyways.”
Junsu nodded, unfurled himself from Yoochun’s body, and washed his face with cold, cold water. Yoochun drank a glass of water as he observed Junsu splashing his face in the sink. He handed the smaller man a paper towel to dry off with when Junsu was done, the singer thanking him with a small smile, and together they made their way to the living room. They both stared at each other with a grin. JiHye was knocked out on the couch, her little body laid directionless as she slept on her belly.
Gently, Yoochun picked her up, cradling her lithe body in his arms. The little girl was so tired she didn’t feel a thing as she was transported into Yoochun’s room. Junsu followed behind them quietly. As delicately as possibly, Yoochun placed her in the middle of the king sized bed, but when he tried to remove himself from her, JiHye cradled herself deeper into his chest. He looked to Junsu who smiled back uneasily at him.
The smaller male was lying on the other side of the bed, sweeping JiHye’s hair from her face, and then stroking her smooth soft black locks. “She usually never falls asleep unless I’m next to her… JiHye must be very tired.”
“She stayed up last night, worried to death about you. I didn’t want her to catch your cold so I had her outside the entire time,” Yoochun replied, apologetically. Junsu nodded in understanding, hands never leaving JiHye’s pretty face.
“This child has gone through so much because of me…,” Junsu whispered, breathing ever so lightly as he caressed JiHye’s cheeks. “The first word she said was Umma… isn’t that crazy? I’ve tried everything to make her call me her Appa, but she refused to. Well it might be my fault as well. I let Seonah, Haeri, and Gongju spend too much time with her. They somehow managed to teach her the word Umma before I could teach her I was her Appa.”
Yoochun held back a laugh from bubbling inside his belly, Junsu looked so gentle and serious and thoughtful, and he just couldn’t take it all at once. The singer looked dreamy like he was reading a fantasy, most likely remembering JiHye’s little childish antics. Yoochun’s heart broke a little, he doesn’t have those memories. When Junsu caught Yoochun staring at him again, he quickly looked away.
“I better get going or else you’ll never fall asleep.” Junsu fidgeted on his side of the bed, Yoochun tried to pry JiHye’s small hands from his shirt; her tiny fist was balled tightly around his breast pocket. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, forehead digging deeper into the concave of his shoulders.
“Ah…ppa….Ap…pa…” JiHye whimpered.
Yoochun and Junsu froze from shock, Junsu gasping for air, and Yoochun heart palpitating beyond his control. They stared at each other, dumbfounded, as JiHye stirred a little in response.
“Why don’t stay for tonight.” A pregnant silence passed before Junsu suggested the idea, hesitation lacing his voice, but Yoochun heard a beg in disguise. “There’s only one bed… and it’s big enough for all of us.”
“I’ll have Min bring new a new bed for her tomorrow,” Yoochun stated. A change of expression crossed Junsu’s face at the mention of the name. Nonetheless, Junsu gave a slight nod.
“Oh yeah, Junsu?” Yoochun asked in the dark, even though he knew the other man was still awake. JiHye’s little body separated them, but he could feel Junsu’s erratic heartbeat across the bed, the loud da-thump, da-thump couldn’t possibly be his own could it? Yoochun wetted his lips. “I’m holding a press conference tomorrow. Be sure to catch it.”
Lying on his side, body facing JiHye, which meant Junsu was also facing Yoochun, he caught the swipe of the man’s tongue against his lips, in the dimness of the room. Junsu swallowed back a muffled sound.
“Hmmm.” He answered.
An urge to touch the other man filled Junsu’s body, a shiver ran up his spine, goosebumps textured his arms, and he suddenly felt the coolness of the night catch up with him. He shuddered at the inappropriate thought knocking on the back of his mind. On the other side, Yoochun wasn’t faring off much better. After a while, their eyes found each other in the dark, Yoochun’s piercing gaze on Junsu’s steady brown orbs.
“Jalja, jagiya…” the baritone whispered, a low and deep husk in dark of the night.
Hoping the darkness obscured the blush that ran across his face, Junsu replied, “Jalja...” and quickly rolled onto the other side of the bed, the side where Yoochun wouldn’t see him flustered like a teenage girl.
Yoochun smiled to himself as Junsu tried to hide his embarrassment, although Yoochun did not find there was anything to be embarrassed about. But it was very much like Junsu to curl up in bed, hiding himself in the confines of the sheets, after they committed something intimate.
He sighed. Tomorrow would be hell. The press conference would break or make their relationship. He shuddered at the thought of losing Junsu again. And then Park Yoochun finally fell asleep at 3 am in the morning.
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A/N: 5k of words!!! omg... I hope that makes up from the shortness of the previous chappie :))) Happy Independence Day for all those living in the States. OT but I was at the movies yesterday and I saw an upcoming movie titled 'pitch perfect' and I like cried. lol I was like out of all the titles why... odg. ok done with ranting ;A; Next chappie will most likely be up next week ish. ummh.. still debating if i should do a flashback scene of yoosu's first meeting or not. :/
Oh btw... jalja~ means sleep well in korean, or good night ^^ and jagiya of course is an endearment that couples use.. like honey or darling.