#13 Made of Blood and Bones
Title: Made of Blood and Bones (4/5)
Pairing: JaeHo, Jaemin, YooSu, YooSuMin
Raiting: PG-13 for the drama and Love eventually ^^
Disclaimer: Fan Fiction
Summary: This is a full blown drama of what happens to the boys after Yunho’s encounter with the cynoacrilic drink and takes place after the first radio interview the five of them had participated since this had happened. I can’t remember now which radio station it was with but I did remember that people had pointed out that Yunho didn’t touch the cake and how he was usually eating and stuff.
A/N: Chapter Four! Finished it faster than i thought and it isn't all angst/drama anymore : ) Although I'm not too certain how well I portrayed the boys on the fluffier bit.. Comments?
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“Enough” Junsu whispers in desperation, crouched in the small corner Yoochun had been hiding himself in. He swallows down the faint tremor of pain as he gently holds on to the bruised hand and draws it closer into his heart.
“Enough” He says with a strength he does not have when the other man simply stares at him, drenched with sweat, and there is only emptiness in those self-same eyes he had once sought so much solace from, “You’re hurting yourself”.
There is only silence and he calls out softly, “Yoochun ah”, reaching one hand forward to touch that hollow space between Yoochun’s collarbone, to reach past his barriers and touch him.
The clenched hand loosens and Su holds on as the anger gives way and Yoochun doubles over, pressing his forehead against the floor’s hardness, and gasped for air.
“Yoochun!” he cries out, strangled with the fear and helplessness that tore at him, Oh god no!
“Please” he begs, pulling the shaking body into his, holding it steady as Yoochun struggles on for air against the curve of Junsu’s neck.
Please, he says, tasting the sweat in Yoochun's cheeks - over and over again - when hands pulls mindlessly against the back of his shirt and leaves begind a searing pain.
Breathe, he whispers against the open mouth, breathe damnit! But there is no one to hear the desperation in his voice, no one to wake him from the nightmare as Yoochun clung to his small frame, unable to breathe pass the tears that he couldn't shed.
Chunnie damn it, he pleads, what am I going to do without you?, he screams against the incapacitating fear. But the words no longer make it pass his lips as he holds on in despair and cries fresh hot tears frozen in that endless second held by a flimsy sheet of paper that has never left Yoochun’s hands, not even when their manager had pried it from him and tucked it away from them.
Junsu has never touched the letter like Yoochun had, has never brushed it away like Jae did who was carefully talking to Yunho while Min ran out to call for help, he has never seen it like they would, but he remembers each word by heart nonetheless. It stares at him mockingly as they smile at the public and ask the people to forgive her, looks at him with cold blank eyes when they pretend to be normal and smiles in triumph when Yoochun doesn’t even flinch when the news is brought up recklessly around them.
He cries the tears Yoochun no longer can because he does not know the right words to say when the world has been ushered away and they become human once again. He cries for the days and nights and each second Yoochun has been robbed of and fills the space between their lips where he is empty and Junsu is broken without it.
He cries until it breaks the numbness in Yoochun’s eyes and a jumble of “I’m sorry” and “Oh god Su, I’m so sorry” pierces through them like waves falling into one another.
He says them over and over again, kissing the beads of clear crystal that clung to Junsu’s eyelashes, drinking in the trail it has left on the curve of his cheeks, on and on again until he is down on knees tasting the tangy sweetness in the curve of his neck and offering bargains to anyone who was watching over them.
Don’t even think of hurting him, Hyukjae had half-threatened when they had walked in with fingers laced together, telltale lips and rumpled clothes.
Hyung, Changmin had whispered near dawn, eyes glazed and wide with excitement, we’re going to be happy forever, I can tell. Smug and laughing while their limbs were tangled up together and neither of them knew where one began and the other two ended.
I love you, a confession murmured softly with a shy smile while Changmin slept between the both of you, the city lights outside your window suddenly dull beside the glimmer in his eyes and the tomorrow he offered with those three words.
“I’m sorry” Yoochun whispers when the sobs have finally subsided and Junsu looks up into eyes that are once again the color of dark amber.
He believes them finally, for the first time, when Yoochun leans in and gives him back the words he tells himself, “It’s going to be ok”.
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By the time Min returns to the bedroom he shares with Yoochun and Junsu, he finds that the two have already fallen asleep in his bed.
His lips curl into an endearing smile as he leans into the door and simply looks at them a little longer. It has always warmed his heart how despite there were three beds in the room, they always ended up tangled together in his bed.
You, me and him , Junsu had explained quite proudly when they had finally worked through all the flustered emotions of loving each other,US.
*Flashback*
“I love them” He had admitted to Jae and Yunho over breakfast one day.
There was a brief pause from the two where Yunho turned to study Jae’s reaction who was staring at Min in confusion.
“Like love LOVE?” He had finally asked, “THAT love?”
Min nodded.
“THEM?” Jae added, pointing at Yoochun and Su who had chosen that exact time to laugh hysterically over something stupid.
Min could only nod once again.
Seconds extended to long excruciating minutes as Jae’s forehead scrunched up a little in concentration and seemed to travel off into someplace else altogether before realizing that Yunho and Min were still waiting for his response, “Are you pulling a prank?”
Min looked over Jae’s head and pleaded for help from Yunho who rolled his eyes in response, tugged Jae’s hand to draw his attention and softly said, “They’re really in love BooJae.”
“Oh”
Jae had then shifted a little closer towards Yunho and proceeded to ask a million other small questions that Min could only catch bits and pieces off.
Don’t worry about it , Yunho had mouthed over to Min with an encouraging smile that relieved him immediately.
He was about to leave them alone when Jae had suddenly called him to stay.
“Wait, Min ah”
His heart skipped a bit then, there was a slight mix of uncertainty and seriousness in Jae’s voice and Yunho was suddenly very interested with his breakfast. Oh no.
“Uhm..” Min held his breath, waiting for him to continue “Absolutely no sex on the kitchen, ok?”
*End*
He remembers how Yunho had bursted out laughing then and Jae had pouted with a demand for an explanation.
He treads softly across the room while unbuttoning his shirt, peeling them away as he bends to turn off Junsu’s computer and puts on a fresh shirt before picking up Yoochun’s battered pillow. He unbuttons the fly of his jeans and slips out of them just in time to dump them on the laundry basket as he heads for the bathroom to pick up the first aid kit. He comes back a few minutes later with his hair damp and brushed back, places the kit on the table and leans back into the cabinet as he slipped on an off-white draw-string pajama they had picked up in Bora Bora.
Yoochun watches him with half-closed eyes, enjoying the naturally languid way Min moved whenever they were alone together, and waits patiently when Min takes his injured hand and starts cleaning it.
Min smiles when a hiss escapes Yoochun’s already swollen lips and his eyelids flutter against the light.
“Just a minute more” He whispers, careful not to wake Junsu up when Yoochun starts to pull his hand away.
He loves them, he is certain about it, one that was different from the brotherly affections he held for Yunho and more primal than the need Jae filled. It was the type that completed him in a way he’ll never admit to the others, because it scares him in as much as he is addicted to it.
Changmin offers small kisses over the battered hand, relishing the lazy smile Yoochun gave in response, happy with the knowledge that they were slowly healing themselves finally. More than the three of them being lovers, he knew the five of them were bonded in such that they were broken if one of them was broken.
We’re like fingers in one hand, Yunho had explained, if one finger is hurt, the rest would hurt with it.
Hurry Hyung, Changmin offers silently into the image of Yunho smiling over them reassuringly against their anxieties and last minute stage frights.
When he’s certain that the bandage has been properly secured, he moves to stand up only to realize that Su’s hand had wrapped itself around his shirt possessively.
“Hyung” he coos gently, trying to loosen the hold, “I have to turn off the lights first.”
Junsu frowns at the thought, still half-asleep, before letting go of his shirt, “Hurry”, and slides in closer into Yoochun’s frame.
It isn’t long when the lights have been turned off and Su is impatiently pulling Changmin back into bed with them. His laughter is muffled against Yoochun’s lips and turns immediately into a moan when Junsu moves down to greedily lavish the deep V of his waist with attention.
You, me and him, Changmin thinks breathlessly. Us.
Links to Previous Chapeters:
Ch.1: http://twilight-ave.livejournal.com/2937.html#cutid1
Ch.2: http://twilight-ave.livejournal.com/3203.html#cutid1
Ch.3: http://twilight-ave.livejournal.com/3602.html#cutid1