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Whew, I finally have time to update my fic! YAY! Here it is, enjoy!
Title: Sweet Dreams Ch. 4
Author: Still me!
Rating: PG - NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu (minor YunJae, MinSu, and YooMin)
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine… but they’re not.
Summary: Yoochun is having trouble sleeping. Who could the mysterious person in his dreams be? And once he realizes who it is, what will he do about it? Fluff, smut, angst. Some evil!Chun in this one, but don’t worry, he doesn’t stay a bastard for long ^^;
Outside the room, one Park Yoochun stood frozen, shock and that strange emotion he had been feeling lately coming over him.
‘Changmin and Junsu? In LOVE?’
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/Dream Sequence/
/The sound of soft panting filled the air, occasional groans interrupting the continuous creak of bedsprings. On the bed, two forms writhed together in ecstasy, flesh glistening with sweat, connected in the most intimate of ways. Candlelight filled the room, flickering over the two lovers, seemingly creating a soft halo of light around them.
Yoochun’s hands gripped shapely hips as they moved on top of him, digging into pliant flesh, leaving red finger prints in their wake. He couldn’t bring himself to care. This was amazing, overwhelming. The hot velvet heat that surrounded him robbed him of all coherent thought, the only thing running through his head being ‘so tight, so good, oh GOD’. Bending his knees slightly so that the form on top of him had something to lean back against, the new angle caused him to slide deeper, balls meeting the delicious globes of the others ass. The other cried out sharply, throwing back his head in pleasure, delicate auburn hair plastered to a face filled with ecstasy. Almond eyes were shut tight, full pink lips parted with gasping pants and soft mewls leaving them with every thrust of Yoochun’s hips, every time he pushed back against the thrusts, riding Yoochun with a fevered abandon that far surpassed anything Yoochun had ever experienced with any lover before.
“Yes, oh yes, Yoochun, harder, faster, oh yes...”
One twist of his hips later, and the other was coming, a loud cry of “YOOCHUN!” escaping into the quiet of the glowing room. Seconds later, Yoochun was coming as well, the contractions around his cock from the tight heat and the beauty of the other too much for him to take. As he emptied himself into his lover, once again a name was cried out into the night…/
“Junsu!”
Yoochun shot up, breathing heavily, sweat trailing down his face. As he sat their, realization dawned on him.
“Oh my god… Junsu’s the one I’ve been dreaming of. Shit… it all makes sense now!”
The way Jaejoong and Yunho had been behaving after hearing that Yoochun couldn’t remember who he had been dreaming of, and the way Changmin had reacted when Yoochun had hurt Junsu’s feelings… Changmin. That name brought back the nameless emotions Yoochun had been feeling the past few days, only this time, he had a name for them: anger, guilt, and jealousy. Guilt over hurting Junsu, for every time he took his teasing a bit too far or every time he ignored the resident dolphin. Anger over the fact that nobody had thought to tell him that MinSu was now a reality, and not just fan service anymore. And jealousy, over that fact that Changmin had taken what was rightfully HIS, and had the gall to flaunt it in front of his face! Well, two could play at that game…
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“GIVE HER BACK, JAEJOONG!!!!!!!!!!”
‘Another typical day in the home of DBSK’ Yoochun thought sarcastically, sidestepping Jaejoong as he flew past, nearly knocking himself out on Yunho’s flying limbs of mass destruction as he tore after the eldest, screaming like a 5 year old.
“GIVE ME BACK BAMBI!!!!”
“No!” Came the heated response, Jaejoong diving over the couch to put space between him and the irate leader, clutching the doll under his arm in a death grip.
“You spend more time with this stupid doll than with me, and I’m sick of it! Either you spend more time with me, or I’ll… I’ll… give it to Junsu!!!”
Yunho paled. “No. You wouldn’t.”
Jaejoong smirked, sensing inevitable victory. “Oh, but I would.”
“But you know how Junsu is with cute dolls; he hordes them! Once he got her, I’d never see her again! Please Boo, I’ll do anything, just don’t give her to Junsu!!!”
A slender brow rose. “Oh? Anything?”
Yunho nodded vigorously. “Anything.”
Yoochun shivered as an evil sounding cackle followed the two back into their room, Bambi lying on the ground, forgotten for the moment. As he stepped into the living room, he turned towards the couch, freezing at what he saw. Changmin was reclined back, his long legs extended, a tender look on his face. Junsu was with him, lying horizontally across the sofa, cuddled up to him, sleeping peacefully. But that’s not what made his blood boil, oh no. It was the fact that he was cuddled up to Changmin, with Changmin’s fingers threading through silky hair, head cushioned in Changmin’s lap! For a moment, Yoochun saw red, but he quickly calmed himself down. An evil thought had popped into his head, and though at first he was reluctant to follow it all the way through, one look at the angle on Changmin’s lap cemented his resolve.
“Hey Min, can I talk to you for a sec?”
Changmin started, having been absorbed in petting Junsu. Junsu had been upset that Yoochun still wasn’t paying attention to him, had come to Changmin once again for comfort, and had ended up falling asleep in his lap. He looked up at Yoochun.
“Sure hyung. Hold on a second.” He rose, and gently eased a pillow under Junsu’s head, ‘aww’-ing to himself quietly as the adorable boy snuggled up to the pillow in his sleep, a small smile coming to his face. Changmin turned and followed Yoochun into his room. Holding the door for Changmin, as soon as they stepped inside he slammed it shut, startling the youngest.
“Hyung? Why did you do that?”
“Shut up. Don’t you dare talk to me like everything’s just peachy.”
“What are you talking about hyung?” Changmin was getting nervous, the look Yoochun was shooting him making him shiver.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Shim Changmin. You and Junsu.”
“What about me and Junsu?” Now Changmin was getting angry, his confusion only feeding into it.
“You took Junsu from me.”
“And just how did I do that?!” came the flabbergasted response.
“I heard you two talking. About how you love each other. Well, I’m going to show him just why he shouldn’t love you.”
“Love me? Are you crazy? There’s nothing to show Yoochun, he loves-”
His angry outburst was cut off when Yoochun leaned forward and kissed him. His eyes widened comically, and he froze, his mind in shock and refusing to believe this was real. He was so shocked that neither of them noticed the door opening.
“Minnie, what’s going on? I heard a door slam…” The newly awoken Junsu trailed off, hand stilling as it came up to rub his eyes. The sight before him made his breath catch in his throat, and an icy chill settled in his chest. A few heartbeats later, and he felt his heart shatter. ‘Minnie and… Yoochun? I didn’t know… I didn’t realize… oh god.’ He fled.
Changmin saw the door open, and when he saw who it was, he panicked. He began to thrash, finally throwing Yoochun off of him. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!” He screamed, furious at the elder man. Yoochun just smirked.
“Like I said. I’m showing exactly why he shouldn’t love you.”
*SMACK*
Yoochun’s head flew to the side, hand coming up to hold his stinging cheek, which was quickly turning purple. He looked back at Changmin, angry words on his lips, but when he saw the venomous glare and shaking form of the scary youngest, he gulped and wisely kept his mouth shut.
“How dare you. How. Dare. You. Do something like that to Junsu. I always thought you were a jackass, Yoochun, but I never realized what an ASSHOLE you were! How Junsu could have ever fallen in love with you, I’ll never know!”
“Hey, I’m not a… wait, what? Junsu’s in love with…me?”
“YES, YOU DUMBASS!!!! He’s been in love with you since this band first formed, and it’s been tearing him up inside because he was afraid that if you ever found out that he loved you, you would hate him! I was the only one he could turn to for help, and now you’ve gone and done this! He might never recover from this, Yoochun-hyung. I hope you’re happy, you asshole.” Done with his rant, he rushed out of the room after Junsu, hoping to be able to rectify the damage that had been done. Yoochun sank to the ground, heart beating painfully in his chest. ‘What have I done?’
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Junsu fled, running into his room, his haven. Tears streamed down his face, each one containing a piece of his broken heart. He collapsed on the bed, unable to hold himself upright with his weakening legs. He sobbed, clutching at his chest as if to stop the pain from crushing him. This was the soul-shattering scene Changmin walked in on as he came to repair this broken being.
“Suyah…” he whispered, stepping closer to the bed, uncertain as to whether or not his touch would be accepted or not.
Junsu jerked upright, quickly wiping his face, trying to hide his tears from the youngest. Once his face was clean, he faced the tall prince, pasting a false smile on his face.
“Hey Min. Sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to intrude.” His smile wavered. “I’m so sorry, Min.”
“Su…”
“No, let me finish.” He took a deep breath. “I… never realized that you… liked Yoochun too. I’m so sorry Min. If I had known, I would have stopped trying to get his attention a long time ago! I’m sorry…” A tear slowly made its way down a sharp cheekbone.
“Junsu, there’s nothing to be sorry for!” Changmin exclaimed, worried over the defeated look he saw in Junsu’s eyes.
“Yes, there is. If I hadn’t been so selfish, only thing about myself, I would have noticed earlier… instead, I forced you to help me try to get the one you love to fall in love with me…. I’m sorry for being so selfish, Minnie.” Another tremulous smile. “I guess I was right, huh? He never loved me… and he never will.” He stood up, walking past Changmin towards the door. He stopped right before the exit, and turned slightly, allowing Changmin to see one last tear trail down a drawn face, before it closed off completely. There was no joy in that face, no happiness or innocence. Just pain.
“I know you two will be very happy together, Minnie. I’m so glad you got to be with the one you love finally. And… I’m sorry.” And he quietly turned and walked away.
TBC…
Whoo, that was rough! Poor Su… Damn you, Yoochun! No worries everyone, things will get better soon, I promise! ^^
Title: Sweet Dreams Ch. 4
Author: Still me!
Rating: PG - NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu (minor YunJae, MinSu, and YooMin)
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine… but they’re not.
Summary: Yoochun is having trouble sleeping. Who could the mysterious person in his dreams be? And once he realizes who it is, what will he do about it? Fluff, smut, angst. Some evil!Chun in this one, but don’t worry, he doesn’t stay a bastard for long ^^;
Outside the room, one Park Yoochun stood frozen, shock and that strange emotion he had been feeling lately coming over him.
‘Changmin and Junsu? In LOVE?’
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/Dream Sequence/
/The sound of soft panting filled the air, occasional groans interrupting the continuous creak of bedsprings. On the bed, two forms writhed together in ecstasy, flesh glistening with sweat, connected in the most intimate of ways. Candlelight filled the room, flickering over the two lovers, seemingly creating a soft halo of light around them.
Yoochun’s hands gripped shapely hips as they moved on top of him, digging into pliant flesh, leaving red finger prints in their wake. He couldn’t bring himself to care. This was amazing, overwhelming. The hot velvet heat that surrounded him robbed him of all coherent thought, the only thing running through his head being ‘so tight, so good, oh GOD’. Bending his knees slightly so that the form on top of him had something to lean back against, the new angle caused him to slide deeper, balls meeting the delicious globes of the others ass. The other cried out sharply, throwing back his head in pleasure, delicate auburn hair plastered to a face filled with ecstasy. Almond eyes were shut tight, full pink lips parted with gasping pants and soft mewls leaving them with every thrust of Yoochun’s hips, every time he pushed back against the thrusts, riding Yoochun with a fevered abandon that far surpassed anything Yoochun had ever experienced with any lover before.
“Yes, oh yes, Yoochun, harder, faster, oh yes...”
One twist of his hips later, and the other was coming, a loud cry of “YOOCHUN!” escaping into the quiet of the glowing room. Seconds later, Yoochun was coming as well, the contractions around his cock from the tight heat and the beauty of the other too much for him to take. As he emptied himself into his lover, once again a name was cried out into the night…/
“Junsu!”
Yoochun shot up, breathing heavily, sweat trailing down his face. As he sat their, realization dawned on him.
“Oh my god… Junsu’s the one I’ve been dreaming of. Shit… it all makes sense now!”
The way Jaejoong and Yunho had been behaving after hearing that Yoochun couldn’t remember who he had been dreaming of, and the way Changmin had reacted when Yoochun had hurt Junsu’s feelings… Changmin. That name brought back the nameless emotions Yoochun had been feeling the past few days, only this time, he had a name for them: anger, guilt, and jealousy. Guilt over hurting Junsu, for every time he took his teasing a bit too far or every time he ignored the resident dolphin. Anger over the fact that nobody had thought to tell him that MinSu was now a reality, and not just fan service anymore. And jealousy, over that fact that Changmin had taken what was rightfully HIS, and had the gall to flaunt it in front of his face! Well, two could play at that game…
-----------♥Next Day♥--------------
“GIVE HER BACK, JAEJOONG!!!!!!!!!!”
‘Another typical day in the home of DBSK’ Yoochun thought sarcastically, sidestepping Jaejoong as he flew past, nearly knocking himself out on Yunho’s flying limbs of mass destruction as he tore after the eldest, screaming like a 5 year old.
“GIVE ME BACK BAMBI!!!!”
“No!” Came the heated response, Jaejoong diving over the couch to put space between him and the irate leader, clutching the doll under his arm in a death grip.
“You spend more time with this stupid doll than with me, and I’m sick of it! Either you spend more time with me, or I’ll… I’ll… give it to Junsu!!!”
Yunho paled. “No. You wouldn’t.”
Jaejoong smirked, sensing inevitable victory. “Oh, but I would.”
“But you know how Junsu is with cute dolls; he hordes them! Once he got her, I’d never see her again! Please Boo, I’ll do anything, just don’t give her to Junsu!!!”
A slender brow rose. “Oh? Anything?”
Yunho nodded vigorously. “Anything.”
Yoochun shivered as an evil sounding cackle followed the two back into their room, Bambi lying on the ground, forgotten for the moment. As he stepped into the living room, he turned towards the couch, freezing at what he saw. Changmin was reclined back, his long legs extended, a tender look on his face. Junsu was with him, lying horizontally across the sofa, cuddled up to him, sleeping peacefully. But that’s not what made his blood boil, oh no. It was the fact that he was cuddled up to Changmin, with Changmin’s fingers threading through silky hair, head cushioned in Changmin’s lap! For a moment, Yoochun saw red, but he quickly calmed himself down. An evil thought had popped into his head, and though at first he was reluctant to follow it all the way through, one look at the angle on Changmin’s lap cemented his resolve.
“Hey Min, can I talk to you for a sec?”
Changmin started, having been absorbed in petting Junsu. Junsu had been upset that Yoochun still wasn’t paying attention to him, had come to Changmin once again for comfort, and had ended up falling asleep in his lap. He looked up at Yoochun.
“Sure hyung. Hold on a second.” He rose, and gently eased a pillow under Junsu’s head, ‘aww’-ing to himself quietly as the adorable boy snuggled up to the pillow in his sleep, a small smile coming to his face. Changmin turned and followed Yoochun into his room. Holding the door for Changmin, as soon as they stepped inside he slammed it shut, startling the youngest.
“Hyung? Why did you do that?”
“Shut up. Don’t you dare talk to me like everything’s just peachy.”
“What are you talking about hyung?” Changmin was getting nervous, the look Yoochun was shooting him making him shiver.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Shim Changmin. You and Junsu.”
“What about me and Junsu?” Now Changmin was getting angry, his confusion only feeding into it.
“You took Junsu from me.”
“And just how did I do that?!” came the flabbergasted response.
“I heard you two talking. About how you love each other. Well, I’m going to show him just why he shouldn’t love you.”
“Love me? Are you crazy? There’s nothing to show Yoochun, he loves-”
His angry outburst was cut off when Yoochun leaned forward and kissed him. His eyes widened comically, and he froze, his mind in shock and refusing to believe this was real. He was so shocked that neither of them noticed the door opening.
“Minnie, what’s going on? I heard a door slam…” The newly awoken Junsu trailed off, hand stilling as it came up to rub his eyes. The sight before him made his breath catch in his throat, and an icy chill settled in his chest. A few heartbeats later, and he felt his heart shatter. ‘Minnie and… Yoochun? I didn’t know… I didn’t realize… oh god.’ He fled.
Changmin saw the door open, and when he saw who it was, he panicked. He began to thrash, finally throwing Yoochun off of him. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!” He screamed, furious at the elder man. Yoochun just smirked.
“Like I said. I’m showing exactly why he shouldn’t love you.”
*SMACK*
Yoochun’s head flew to the side, hand coming up to hold his stinging cheek, which was quickly turning purple. He looked back at Changmin, angry words on his lips, but when he saw the venomous glare and shaking form of the scary youngest, he gulped and wisely kept his mouth shut.
“How dare you. How. Dare. You. Do something like that to Junsu. I always thought you were a jackass, Yoochun, but I never realized what an ASSHOLE you were! How Junsu could have ever fallen in love with you, I’ll never know!”
“Hey, I’m not a… wait, what? Junsu’s in love with…me?”
“YES, YOU DUMBASS!!!! He’s been in love with you since this band first formed, and it’s been tearing him up inside because he was afraid that if you ever found out that he loved you, you would hate him! I was the only one he could turn to for help, and now you’ve gone and done this! He might never recover from this, Yoochun-hyung. I hope you’re happy, you asshole.” Done with his rant, he rushed out of the room after Junsu, hoping to be able to rectify the damage that had been done. Yoochun sank to the ground, heart beating painfully in his chest. ‘What have I done?’
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Junsu fled, running into his room, his haven. Tears streamed down his face, each one containing a piece of his broken heart. He collapsed on the bed, unable to hold himself upright with his weakening legs. He sobbed, clutching at his chest as if to stop the pain from crushing him. This was the soul-shattering scene Changmin walked in on as he came to repair this broken being.
“Suyah…” he whispered, stepping closer to the bed, uncertain as to whether or not his touch would be accepted or not.
Junsu jerked upright, quickly wiping his face, trying to hide his tears from the youngest. Once his face was clean, he faced the tall prince, pasting a false smile on his face.
“Hey Min. Sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to intrude.” His smile wavered. “I’m so sorry, Min.”
“Su…”
“No, let me finish.” He took a deep breath. “I… never realized that you… liked Yoochun too. I’m so sorry Min. If I had known, I would have stopped trying to get his attention a long time ago! I’m sorry…” A tear slowly made its way down a sharp cheekbone.
“Junsu, there’s nothing to be sorry for!” Changmin exclaimed, worried over the defeated look he saw in Junsu’s eyes.
“Yes, there is. If I hadn’t been so selfish, only thing about myself, I would have noticed earlier… instead, I forced you to help me try to get the one you love to fall in love with me…. I’m sorry for being so selfish, Minnie.” Another tremulous smile. “I guess I was right, huh? He never loved me… and he never will.” He stood up, walking past Changmin towards the door. He stopped right before the exit, and turned slightly, allowing Changmin to see one last tear trail down a drawn face, before it closed off completely. There was no joy in that face, no happiness or innocence. Just pain.
“I know you two will be very happy together, Minnie. I’m so glad you got to be with the one you love finally. And… I’m sorry.” And he quietly turned and walked away.
TBC…
Whoo, that was rough! Poor Su… Damn you, Yoochun! No worries everyone, things will get better soon, I promise! ^^