You're my boyfriend and I'll cry if I want to
Title: You're my boyfriend and I'll cry if I want to
Pairing: Yoosu
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rated: R
Length: Oneshot
Summary: Junsu is recovering and Yoochun is there every step of the way
AN: FOR peachinlabel just because ,
Junsu was getting tired of waiting. It had been over fifteen minutes and he was starting to think that something was seriously wrong. He didn't want to call out, didn't really have the power too anyway.
He was relieved that five minutes later he finally entered.
“The man who should never have gotten his driver's licence in the beginning,” Yoochun grinned at him as he entered the room.
“You don't go out much do you,” Junsu snorted. “Obviously you don't know that this is a place where people rest so you can't go around being your loud self.”
“Then what's the point of coming here in the first place?” Yoochun frowned and put a plastic bag at the foot of Junsu's hospital bed.
“What did you bring me?” Junsu asked curiously.
“This?” Yoochun said pointing at the bag. “That's for my boyfriend. I'm seeing him later on.”
“I pity the man who has to tolerate you. Must be an amazing guy. Some kind of saint probably. What does he see in you-”
“Enough about this imaginary guy,” Yoochun cut him off and opened the bag. He pulled out a box of chocolates and waved it in front of his face. “How does this look?”
Junsu let out a small moan as an answer. “Give me one.”
Yoochun unwrapped the box, took one out and put it against Junsu's lips. Junsu opened his mouth and accepted the chocolate and felt a slight sting when Yoochun's fingers lingered on his lips, touching the swollen, burst flesh. “Does it hurt?”
Junsu shook his head and pushed his hand away. “Lots of painkillers. But hey, I have an excuse for looking like shit. What's yours? You look like you've been hit by a truck.”
“I know,” Yoochun said and pushed his dark uncombed hair back and let out a shivering breath. “Ironic, ain't it?”
“Let's not go down that road,” Junsu tried for a pun. Yoochun snorted and pulled a chair closer to the bed before sitting down.
Junsu took a good look at him, at the dark circles around his eyes, the pale skin surrounding it, the short messy hair and the clothes that were obviously chosen in haste. He closed his eyes for a second, thinking he could have avoided this. He could have avoided everyone being so worried, he could have avoided seeing his parents' tears, Yoochun feeling the way he did...
“I'm fine, you know,” he said. “Broken bones heal, and bruises only make you stronger, right?”
Yoochun wasn't looking at him anymore. Instead he had settled his eyes on a spot on the floor.
“I thought someone was pulling someone fucked up joke on me,” he finally said. “It was your dad's voice, and he'd never do that...but still. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't imagine you...”
“It was nothing serious, in the end,” Junsu tried to console him, but Yoochun wasn't buying it. He brought his hands up to his face and pressed them against his eyes. He stayed like that for a while.
“I'm fine,” Junsu repeated. “Yoochun, I'm fine. I'll be back in school before you know it. And I get to go home in a week. You'll bring me my homework, right? And we'll do it together. Everything is going to be back to normal before we know it.”
“I know,” Yoochun said. “You're fine. Thank god, you're fine.”
“Have you been going to school?”
“Not for the last three days. But they sent you a card. It's in the bag.”
“Hmm. Give me your hand.”
Yoochun reached over and put one of his hands on top of Junsu's and Junsu saw his red eyes.
“Don't do that,” he said softly. “I'm fine. There's no need for tears. Ever, okay?”
“I can cry whenever I want and there's nothing you can do about it,” Yoochun sniffed and squeezed his hand. “Crippled in bed and you're still trying to control my life.”
“The right that comes with agreeing to date a man who can't choose between dark blue and darker blue,” Junsu smiled.
“It was kobaltblue and dark blue. Two completely different things, but that's beside the point. The point is...that I'm allowed to cry when my boyfriend's car got flipped over on the highway and breaks nearly every bone in his body.”
“One leg, a few ribs and a wrist! It's not that bad!”
“Except for the fact that you're black and blue all over your body.”
“You haven't even seen my body, so don't assume. It's not that bad. I'm still sexy under this hospital gown, and all the bandages.”
“You've never been sexy under any clothes so don't try to fool me now,” Yoochun teased and Junsu pinched him in is palm.
“I'm happy to see that through this all you're still as funny as ever. And with as funny as ever I mean not funny at all.”
“This is where I cry again.”
Junsu gets to go home after a week in which Yoochun came to visit for two hours everyday after school to 'drop off homework' or in other words just sit there, talk, look at him sleep and occasionally shed some tears which Junsu pointedly ignored.
But he was home now, and there were no visiting hours. It was nine pm and Yoochun was scribbling on Junsu's cast. Some music notes here, something that looked like penguin and a Micky mouse head.
Junsu slurped on his juice box and watched his boyfriend's concentrated face as he filled in a music note with black marker.
“Ma!” Junsu called without breaking his staring.
“Yeah, hun?” she called back from the kitchen.
“Can Yoochun stay the night?”
Yoochun looked up in surprise.
“Course baby,” his mother said.
“School in the morning,” Yoochun reminded him.
Junsu shrugged and sipped on his juice box.
“Are you sure? It's not like we're going to do much, but you're supposed to rest...”
Junsu shrugged again. “It's not like you can deny me or anything.”
Yoochun didn't say anything after that and instead called his mom to tell her where he would be that night.
When they were on Junsu's bed an hour later, they had their first kiss since the accident. Junsu knew that Yoochun was afraid to hurt him everytime he touched him no matter how many times he stressed that it wasn't that bad.
“You can't break what's broken already,” Junsu had joked.
Yoochun was kissing him carefully, not letting his hands trail below his neck, making sure their bodies weren't touching.
“This feels like the first time we kissed here,” Junsu chuckled. “Remember that?”
“No, what happened then?”
Junsu pinched his nipple and Yoochun hissed in pain before slapping his hand away.
“I was kidding. God, you're so abusive.”
“Stop moaning, my parents can hear,” Junsu said. “When I start going back to school we have some sleeping at your place to catch up on.”
Yoochun bit his lip before leaning in for another kiss. Sleeping over at Yoochun's house meant serious sex. They made a distinction between 'serious sex' and 'sex-with-parents-in-the-next-room'.
Serious sex could only be had in Yoochun's room which was in the attic and pretty much sound proof and had a lock on the door. It was the only place they could be without anyone intruding, where they could completely let go, take their time and had no restrictions. They had only had serious sex 3 times.
And then there was 'sex-with-parents-in-the-next-room' which occurred way, way more often. It would happen on almost al their sleepovers at Junsu's house, under the covers, hushing each other to keep quiet, giggling and making stupid jokes more than anything else. Most of the time there was barely any penetration, just frantic frotting and coming on each other's thighs.
“I'd like that,” Yoochun said and brushed Junsu's bangs out of his face. “You're almost as good as new right?”
Junsu knew he was just repeating the words he had been saying through all of this, but was still not completely convinced. He was going to have to be up and walking and running and flying before Yoochun was convinced that he was anywhere near recovered.
“We'll be having awkward sex again before you know it,” Junsu promised. Yoochun leant down and pressed a kiss on his forehead. “I love you,” he whispered and Junsu had to blink away tears.
“So, if I understand correctly, you're going to use that thing to cut off the cast? Isn't that what serial killers use in movies to cut off limbs?”
“Yoochun, don't be a creep. It's going to be fine-”
“It's a freaking chainsaw!”
“It's not a chainsaw,” the nurse said. “I've done this a hundred times, so you don't have to worry.”
“I feel much better now. Continue sawing my boyfriend's leg off then,” Yoochun frowned and turned around when the nurse turned on the machine.
Junsu watched as she started at his feet and cut through the cast in one smooth motion up his leg.
“It feels so much lighter now,” Junsu said and brushed his fingers through the now fuzzy looking hairs on his leg.
“Are you done?” Yoochun asked.
“You're an idiot,” Junsu sighed and Yoochun turned around.
“Ew, that leg needs a shower. Like now.”
“I'll let you sponge me off when we get home,” Junsu said.
“Is that what kids call it these days?” the nurse murmured before leaving them alone.
Junsu snorted and put out his hand. “Help me get off this bed.”
“What's the magic word?”
“Blowjob?”
“Oh, you know me so well."
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