Every Time Chapter 9
Title: Every Time (Chapter 9)
Pairing: Haehyuk, Kihae, Kiteuk Side!Yoosu, Maybe more later
Rating: PG-13+
Summary: Hyukjae was walking home from the store to his shared apartment with Junsu, when in the darkness of night, people attacked him. He woke up in a teen's house. What happens when he, an adult, falls for this teen?
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Jongwoon knocked on the apartment door and shifted his weight to his left foot. He cocked his head to the side in irritation and placed his hands on his hips, waiting for the door to open. He let out an irritated sigh when no one answered and he reached in his pockets to get his keys. As his hand dug around the pockets, he found they were empty save for the car key he has. He really should get a key ring. He sighed yet again out of irrtitation and raised his hand to the door again, knocking on it with loud thuds, turning every which way expecting a neighbor to yell at him for being too loud.
When he got no answer, Jongwoon grunted in irritation, fishing it out of his pocket and swiftly pressing the button that directly sent his call to a certain person. He waited. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Jongwoon heaved a deep sigh and snapped his phone shut. "Jungsu. Call me baaaack." Jongwoon bounced in his tracks while turning to look at the door behind his, back to the door in front of him. He raised his hand again and knocked on the door.
"Jungsu! Let me in!" He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at his feet, shifting his weight to his right foot again. He looked up at the door through his bangs and yet again let out another sigh. He turned around and pressed his back against the door as he took out his cell phone, pressing "1" on his speed dial. He waited for the phone to ring. On the second ring the person answered. "Woooookie!" "Jongwooooon." "Wookie, Jungsu isn't answering the door for me." "Why not? Is he upset you left or something?" "Wookie, I don't even know. Maybe. He isn't answering his cell phone or answering the door. I'm locked out." "Well use your key." "It's inside of the house." There was and audible sigh from the other line.
"You're hopeless, Jongwoon." "You love me though." There was a period of silence and Jongwoon leaned awkwardly on the door and stared at his feet with half a smile on his face and half a frown. "You can sleep at my house if you want." Jongwoon smiled and pushed himself off of the door and opened his mouth to say yes but he stopped himself and looked up at the ceiling, pouting while contemplating his next words. He let out a rigged breath and looked to the floor and back up to the neighbor's door.
He could say yes. He could agree and go to Ryeowook's house, but he had to remember he has a boyfriend. Who he is supposed to be protecting. Who he is trying to save. He needs to save Jungsu from women and men who want to take advantage of his vulnerability, from people who think they can trick Jungsu or wants to take his dreams away from him. He needs to protect Jungsu from himself. From what lies in Jungsu's mind.
"Ryeowook... if... I... Jungsu." "I'm sure he''ll understand." "I-okay. Fine. But if I'm in trouble, it's your fault." There was a chuckle, "I'll take fault. Now hury up and get here because I'm tired and don't want to wait up long." "I'll be there soon."
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He felt sticky. He felt gross. He felt hot and tired and he wanted nothing more than to shower. He went to move his left arm to wipe his hair out of his face but he felt it was under-more like crushed under-something. He looked to his left side and his eyes widened a bit as he saw a face next to his, nearly touching his. So close he could feel the other man's breath. He felt warmth in his insides and his fingers curled at the feeling. "Dream. This is a dream."
He closed his eyes and waited for himself to wake up but he knew that wasn't going to happen. Nobody says "This is a dream" and it is actually a dream. He felt a smile grow on his face and he turned his face to his left again and he looked affectionately at the man next to him. He felt his arm throb and found he didn't care much. He brought his right hand up from underneath of the covers that were setteled low on both of their waists and he trailed his fingers along the other's side.
The man squeezed his already shut eyes and made a small moaning sound, snuggling into the body that was paying attention to him. "Hyukkie," the younger cooed and looked at the older man who was sleeping, cuddling up to him. He ran his fingers down the other's side and tapped his fingers on the older man's hips. He had long since forgotten about the uncomfortable feeling that he had felt when he woke up. All he could feel now in warmth and he didn't want it to go away.
"Hyukkie," he cooed again and pinched the older man's hip lightly. He didn't know what to do, what to say. He didn't quite know this feeling. He's never felt it before. He remembers lying in bed with his boyfriend, looking up with glassy eyes, feeling groggy and looking at the sleeping, emotionless face. He remembers a certain wave of warmth washing over him at the time but it can't even compare to now. He briefly wonders what it is he is feeling exactly. For a man he's only known for eight days? It can't possibly be love.
Though, then he remembers what he'd said before to a close friend of his. He looks at the older and smiles as he thinks of the moment and what he had said. he decides this is what he was talking about and he laughs at himself when he thinks back to how sure that feeling was for him then, and how wrong he was. "This is what it feels like, huh?" There was a small "mmph" from Hyukjae and Donghae smiles at him and brings his face to the older man's face. He presses his lips to the other man's and smiles again, softly, as he pulls back and brushes Hyukjae's bangs to the side.
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Jungsu wakes up with arms wrapped around him and he grunts at the hotness. He sighs and opens his eyes and stares at the wall across from him. It's an off-shade of white. More yellow than anything. He didn't look around last night and he's glad he didn't. He takes in the beer bottles on the floor and he wrinkles his nose in mild disgust thinking of a teenager not even of age drinking already. He turns his head to look at the foot of the bed and his eyes widen at the door that is open and hanging slightly off of it's hinges.
He turns his head as far as he can and looks at the guy next to him. The teenager is sleeping with this sort of expression that Jungsu can't explain. It doesn't look happy, and it doesn't look sad. Somewhere in bewteen. Something that gives off the impression of not being happy and not being okay. Maybe everything isn't okay, Jungsu thinks and he turns back to look at the broken closet door and yellow-stained walls.
He moves gently, making sure not to wake the other and as he stands, he straightens his shirt and pulls on it slightly to get it to stop clinging to him because of sweat. He fans himself slightly and wonders how the other can sleep so comforably in this unbearable heat. He sighs and steps forward, and grimaces as there was a squeaking sound. He turns to look at the teen sleeping and lets out a sigh as he realizes the younger man didn't wake up. He looks at the floor and mentally curses at it telling it to stay quiet even though he knows it would have no avail.
He stepped forward again and cringed at the sqeauking, wondering why floor boards seem to be quiet until you want them to be. He turned around again and decided to hell with it. If the teen wakes up, he wakes up. Jungsu started on the way to the bedroom door, scrunching his nose up again at the sight before him. The trim of the door was cracked and scratched and Jungsu thinks that maybe if you were to shut the door, it wouldn't shut completely.
He continues walking and frowns at the dusty, old, clammy feeling and smell. He stops in front of what he thinks is a couch and makes a disgusted face at the ripped, brown and yellow piece of furniture. He walks into the kitchen, or what he assumes is a kitchen because of what he believes to be is a fridge is in the room. He walked into the room and stopped at the fridge, opening it and looking in. He rolled his eyes as he saw it was stocked with nothing but beer. "What the fuck does a teen need all that beer for?"
Not long after he said that he yelped as he felt arms encircle his waist and a body press flush to his and he felt what's known as a "morning erection" press into his backside. "A teen needs all that beer to get drunk off his ass, or to give to the people he's about to fuck." Jungsu repressed his shiver and rolled his eyes at the next words to leave the teenager's mouth. "Want a beer?" Jungsu grabbed the teen's arms and pulled them off of him. "No." "Why not?" Jungsu rolled his eyes yet again and moved around the younger man and to the door frame, taking in the trashy interior.
Jungsu's eyes widened as he was pushed, chest first into the yellowed wall. "The fuck Kibum?!" "I like it when you say my name." "Get the fuck off of me!" "I like when you talk dirty." Jungsu frowned and stared at the wall, trying to push back off of it realizing his attempts were futile. "Get off of me, seriously!" Kibum sighed and rolled his eyes and pushed away from the older man. "You are really boring." "I'm not here for your entertainment. I'm here for my cell phone."
Kibum frowned and turned away from Jungsu. "I don't like you." "What ever. I don't want you to,"Jungsu snapped and rubbed his arm as he pulled away from the wall. "Yes you do," Kibum said cheekily as he looked at the older man. Jungsu rolled his eyes as he wrinkled his nose in disgust at the interior, yet again.
"You should stay for the night again." "I can't." "Yeeess, you can." "I can't, I need to get back to Ye-Jongwoon. Besides I have an interview tomorrow." Kibum cocked his head to the side in confusion. "I have an interview with a school." Kibum raised an eyebrow and smirked. "you should come to mokpo to teach. I can only imagine. You as my teacher... kinky." "I have a teaching job in Seoul." "Once again, you're no fun."
Jungsu smiled.
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So this was kind of a filler chapter. It was written by JJ and me! (:
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Chapter 10