Haunting (Part 4b)
Title: Haunting
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13
Length: Undetermined
Summary: A tragic end leads to a new beginning...
As much as he tried to pretend that everything was okay, tension grew between Yunho and Jaejoong.
They still talked playfully, still spent all day everyday together, except for those few occasions when Jaejoong suddenly disappeared, sometimes for hours. But he always came back and they would resume their routine: lighthearted jabs, helpful conversation, soulful talks. The problem was the awareness, sexual in nature, that refused to go away. It was like his admission had opened Pandora’s Box: once open, it couldn’t be closed and everything had changed. They were the same, but not. He could see it in Jaejoong’s eyes and was sure that Jaejoong could see it in his.
It didn’t even bother him that he was having cravings for a boy despite knowing that he wasn’t gay. What he felt for Jaejoong had nothing to do with gender. Besides, they’d already had sex so that horse was long dead. What troubled him was that he didn’t know what to do about it. If Jaejoong had been a girl, a living girl, he would’ve tried to take things to the next step. Dating, for sure, and whatever else came after. Even if he’d been himself, a boy, and alive, he probably would have been open to seeing where things went, albeit secretly. He wasn’t afraid of what other people would think but being with Jaejoong would be new territory for him and he’d need time to get used to it, not to mention that he’d want to make sure that he was “throwing his life away” on a worthy cause.
One day, while walking down the hall, lost in thought - Jaejoong was MIA at the moment - he found himself heading in the direction of his old hideout. As he entered the secluded greenhouse, he realized that he hadn’t been there since the day Jaejoong died. It was strange how much he’d changed. Before Jaejoong’s death, this had been his refuge away from all the stress and drama that followed him around day-to-day. Now, Jaejoong was his refuge, his shelter in a sense. He no longer had drama with his friends because he barely saw them anymore, Himchan too unfortunately. His sun rose and set with Jaejoong and on those occasions when he disappeared, he’d be waiting, counting the hours, until he came back. He’d wanted to ask him where he went but as soon as he reappeared, he’d just be too happy that he was there and the thought would slip his mind.
“When did I become so obsessed?” he muttered.
“Obsessed? Who are you obsessed with?”
Yunho gasped, eyes swinging upward at the sound of that voice.
Sena cocked a brow as she stopped in front of him. “Hmm? I know that it’s not me since you’ve barely spoken a word to me in weeks.”
Yunho flushed. “Sena…what are you doing here?”
“I followed you. Thought that was obvious,” she replied frankly. “You come to school, pay attention in class, spazz out at lunch and then you’re gone as soon as the bell rings. Unless you have practice, but then you’re too busy for me to talk to you. You don’t even come here anymore like you used to. I even…I even waited here for you a couple of times, hoping that you would show up,” she admitted, blushing slightly.
Yunho’s neck grew warm. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Did you want something?”
Sena’s eyes narrowed, the color in her cheeks fading. “Since when do I need a reason to speak to my boyfriend?”
Yunho’s head snapped back. “Boyfriend? If memory serves, we broke up over two months ago.”
She rolled her eyes, waving a hand impatiently. “You know that doesn’t mean anything. Our breakups are never really breakups, they’re just like…pauses. Like a song that you pause for five seconds, only to resume it sometime later.”
“Were we on a pause when you hooked up with that college guy?” Yunho drawled.
Sena had the grace to blush. “I already apologized for that.”
Yunho clenched his teeth. “And is that supposed to make it okay? I thought I…I’d thought I loved you.”
Sena rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, Yunho. Don’t get all sentimental on me. You know that our relationship had nothing to do with love. You’re the hottest, most popular guy; I’m the hottest, most popular girl. It just made sense that we’d be together. It’s not like we were ever going to get married or anything.”
Yunho felt like his jaw would shatter if it tightened any more. “I see.”
Sena smiled now, sliding her hands up his chest. “So…why don’t we just forget the past and start fresh? We’re graduating soon so we may as well make the best of it. And I’ve missed you, Yunnie…you and little Yunnie both,” she purred.
Yunho swatted her hands away. “Why don’t you go find your flavor of the month? Or is it week now?”
Sena slid her arm around his waist and molded herself to his body. “Come on, Yunnie, don’t be like that.” She nibbled on his neck. “I missed you… I really did.”
Just then Yunho felt her hand push past his waistband and into his boxers, grasping his soft member. A soft gasp drew his attention and he looked up to find himself staring into wide, black orbs.
Jaejoong.
Taking advantage of Yunho’s distracted state, Sena pushed him back against a table, fusing her lips with his as she expertly unzipped his jeans and started stroking his cock to life.
Yunho never tore his eyes away from Jaejoong, not even when Sena’s mouth finally closed over his hardness. The entire time she worked him with her mouth and hands, he stared into Jaejoong’s eyes and when he started participating, threading his fingers through her hair and pumping his hips into her mouth, he knew that Jaejoong knew that it was him he was responding to, not Sena.
Jaejoong watched, mesmerized, as the girl that he hated more than anyone in the world pleasured the boy that he loved more than anyone in the world. He should have been jealous, he should have been furious, but instead he was strangely…touched. That Yunho looked at him and only him, even when he finally responded to Sena’s ministrations, turned him on outrageously. His breathing quickened and lust burned low in his stomach. He might have been dead but his libido was still very much alive. His tongue snaked out and licked his dry lips.
Yunho groaned, eyes squeezing shut as Jaejoong’s little involuntary action conjured up memories of their evening in the noraebang, of when he’d woken up mid-orgasm to find Jaejoong going down on him. He’d licked his lips then too.
His hips picked up the pace and before he knew it, he was fucking Sena’s mouth without any help from her at all. The hand in her hair tightened as he neared orgasm, Jaejoong and nothing but Jaejoong in his mind as he pumped his way towards completion. He was so caught up in the sensations coursing through him, in the mental images flashing through his mind, that he did not hear the girl kneeling before him gagging, did not feel her nails digging into his thighs as she tried to dislodge him.
Only when he peaked, a harsh, tormented groan bursting through clenched teeth, did the fingers holding her in place relax enough for her to push herself away from him. She scrambled back, her hand at her throat as she coughed and fought for breath, his seed dribbling out the sides of her mouth. She looked at him as if she didn’t recognize him, like he was a stranger.
Yunho finally realized what he’d done.
Oh, God.
“Sena, I…” He started towards her but she cringed, fear shining in the depths of her eyes.
“Stay away from me,” she croaked. Still shaky, she climbed to her feet. “Stay the hell away from me.” She turned and fled the greenhouse, the door slamming behind her.
“Oh, shit,” Yunho whispered. What the hell had he done?
Taking a deep breath, he stuffed his deflated member back into his boxers and fixed his clothing. He’d fucked things up with Sena and he could only imagine what Jaejoong must think of him.
But when he looked up, gathering the courage to face those all-knowing eyes, he came up empty.
Jaejoong was gone.
He screamed.
He couldn’t help himself. The extent of the pain eating at him was unbearable. He had to let it out somehow.
Why wasn’t he passing out? This was the worst it had ever been. He’d passed out on other occasions for far less than this, why wasn’t he blacking out?
“Somebody, please,” he cried, tears rolling down his cheeks as he curled into a ball on the floor of the greenhouse. “Help me. Help me.” The worst part, besides the pain, was that Yunho had been right there but he couldn’t see him, couldn’t hear his anguish, so he’d left. He’d left him all alone.
He heard a movement, or movements, but couldn’t see who or what it was. But he knew that it was whoever had been following him since he’d blacked out that very first time.
“Who’s there?” he called weakly. “Show yourself.”
There was no response, no more movement.
“Somebody…”
He was so weak, so tired. He willed his mind to shut down, willed the darkness to come, but to no avail. His skull felt like it was being crushed and he had to endure every excruciating second of it. His back hurt, which was why he barely moved as he lay on the floor; his arm was numb, yet his hand screamed in pain.
Why was this happening to him? It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair…
“Jaejoong.”
He froze: his breath, his thoughts, his cries. Time seemed to have come to a halt at the sound of that voice. He knew that voice.
Gathering what little strength he had left, he tilted his head upward…and gasped.
“Dad?”
His father stepped out of the shadows in the darkening room, a tender smile on his face.
“Hello, son.”
“Dad…” he whimpered, his head dropping back down as his strength waned. “Daddy…What’s happening to me?”
His father’s eyes were sad. “You’re dying.”
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13
Length: Undetermined
Summary: A tragic end leads to a new beginning...
As much as he tried to pretend that everything was okay, tension grew between Yunho and Jaejoong.
They still talked playfully, still spent all day everyday together, except for those few occasions when Jaejoong suddenly disappeared, sometimes for hours. But he always came back and they would resume their routine: lighthearted jabs, helpful conversation, soulful talks. The problem was the awareness, sexual in nature, that refused to go away. It was like his admission had opened Pandora’s Box: once open, it couldn’t be closed and everything had changed. They were the same, but not. He could see it in Jaejoong’s eyes and was sure that Jaejoong could see it in his.
It didn’t even bother him that he was having cravings for a boy despite knowing that he wasn’t gay. What he felt for Jaejoong had nothing to do with gender. Besides, they’d already had sex so that horse was long dead. What troubled him was that he didn’t know what to do about it. If Jaejoong had been a girl, a living girl, he would’ve tried to take things to the next step. Dating, for sure, and whatever else came after. Even if he’d been himself, a boy, and alive, he probably would have been open to seeing where things went, albeit secretly. He wasn’t afraid of what other people would think but being with Jaejoong would be new territory for him and he’d need time to get used to it, not to mention that he’d want to make sure that he was “throwing his life away” on a worthy cause.
One day, while walking down the hall, lost in thought - Jaejoong was MIA at the moment - he found himself heading in the direction of his old hideout. As he entered the secluded greenhouse, he realized that he hadn’t been there since the day Jaejoong died. It was strange how much he’d changed. Before Jaejoong’s death, this had been his refuge away from all the stress and drama that followed him around day-to-day. Now, Jaejoong was his refuge, his shelter in a sense. He no longer had drama with his friends because he barely saw them anymore, Himchan too unfortunately. His sun rose and set with Jaejoong and on those occasions when he disappeared, he’d be waiting, counting the hours, until he came back. He’d wanted to ask him where he went but as soon as he reappeared, he’d just be too happy that he was there and the thought would slip his mind.
“When did I become so obsessed?” he muttered.
“Obsessed? Who are you obsessed with?”
Yunho gasped, eyes swinging upward at the sound of that voice.
Sena cocked a brow as she stopped in front of him. “Hmm? I know that it’s not me since you’ve barely spoken a word to me in weeks.”
Yunho flushed. “Sena…what are you doing here?”
“I followed you. Thought that was obvious,” she replied frankly. “You come to school, pay attention in class, spazz out at lunch and then you’re gone as soon as the bell rings. Unless you have practice, but then you’re too busy for me to talk to you. You don’t even come here anymore like you used to. I even…I even waited here for you a couple of times, hoping that you would show up,” she admitted, blushing slightly.
Yunho’s neck grew warm. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Did you want something?”
Sena’s eyes narrowed, the color in her cheeks fading. “Since when do I need a reason to speak to my boyfriend?”
Yunho’s head snapped back. “Boyfriend? If memory serves, we broke up over two months ago.”
She rolled her eyes, waving a hand impatiently. “You know that doesn’t mean anything. Our breakups are never really breakups, they’re just like…pauses. Like a song that you pause for five seconds, only to resume it sometime later.”
“Were we on a pause when you hooked up with that college guy?” Yunho drawled.
Sena had the grace to blush. “I already apologized for that.”
Yunho clenched his teeth. “And is that supposed to make it okay? I thought I…I’d thought I loved you.”
Sena rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, Yunho. Don’t get all sentimental on me. You know that our relationship had nothing to do with love. You’re the hottest, most popular guy; I’m the hottest, most popular girl. It just made sense that we’d be together. It’s not like we were ever going to get married or anything.”
Yunho felt like his jaw would shatter if it tightened any more. “I see.”
Sena smiled now, sliding her hands up his chest. “So…why don’t we just forget the past and start fresh? We’re graduating soon so we may as well make the best of it. And I’ve missed you, Yunnie…you and little Yunnie both,” she purred.
Yunho swatted her hands away. “Why don’t you go find your flavor of the month? Or is it week now?”
Sena slid her arm around his waist and molded herself to his body. “Come on, Yunnie, don’t be like that.” She nibbled on his neck. “I missed you… I really did.”
Just then Yunho felt her hand push past his waistband and into his boxers, grasping his soft member. A soft gasp drew his attention and he looked up to find himself staring into wide, black orbs.
Jaejoong.
Taking advantage of Yunho’s distracted state, Sena pushed him back against a table, fusing her lips with his as she expertly unzipped his jeans and started stroking his cock to life.
Yunho never tore his eyes away from Jaejoong, not even when Sena’s mouth finally closed over his hardness. The entire time she worked him with her mouth and hands, he stared into Jaejoong’s eyes and when he started participating, threading his fingers through her hair and pumping his hips into her mouth, he knew that Jaejoong knew that it was him he was responding to, not Sena.
Jaejoong watched, mesmerized, as the girl that he hated more than anyone in the world pleasured the boy that he loved more than anyone in the world. He should have been jealous, he should have been furious, but instead he was strangely…touched. That Yunho looked at him and only him, even when he finally responded to Sena’s ministrations, turned him on outrageously. His breathing quickened and lust burned low in his stomach. He might have been dead but his libido was still very much alive. His tongue snaked out and licked his dry lips.
Yunho groaned, eyes squeezing shut as Jaejoong’s little involuntary action conjured up memories of their evening in the noraebang, of when he’d woken up mid-orgasm to find Jaejoong going down on him. He’d licked his lips then too.
His hips picked up the pace and before he knew it, he was fucking Sena’s mouth without any help from her at all. The hand in her hair tightened as he neared orgasm, Jaejoong and nothing but Jaejoong in his mind as he pumped his way towards completion. He was so caught up in the sensations coursing through him, in the mental images flashing through his mind, that he did not hear the girl kneeling before him gagging, did not feel her nails digging into his thighs as she tried to dislodge him.
Only when he peaked, a harsh, tormented groan bursting through clenched teeth, did the fingers holding her in place relax enough for her to push herself away from him. She scrambled back, her hand at her throat as she coughed and fought for breath, his seed dribbling out the sides of her mouth. She looked at him as if she didn’t recognize him, like he was a stranger.
Yunho finally realized what he’d done.
Oh, God.
“Sena, I…” He started towards her but she cringed, fear shining in the depths of her eyes.
“Stay away from me,” she croaked. Still shaky, she climbed to her feet. “Stay the hell away from me.” She turned and fled the greenhouse, the door slamming behind her.
“Oh, shit,” Yunho whispered. What the hell had he done?
Taking a deep breath, he stuffed his deflated member back into his boxers and fixed his clothing. He’d fucked things up with Sena and he could only imagine what Jaejoong must think of him.
But when he looked up, gathering the courage to face those all-knowing eyes, he came up empty.
Jaejoong was gone.
He screamed.
He couldn’t help himself. The extent of the pain eating at him was unbearable. He had to let it out somehow.
Why wasn’t he passing out? This was the worst it had ever been. He’d passed out on other occasions for far less than this, why wasn’t he blacking out?
“Somebody, please,” he cried, tears rolling down his cheeks as he curled into a ball on the floor of the greenhouse. “Help me. Help me.” The worst part, besides the pain, was that Yunho had been right there but he couldn’t see him, couldn’t hear his anguish, so he’d left. He’d left him all alone.
He heard a movement, or movements, but couldn’t see who or what it was. But he knew that it was whoever had been following him since he’d blacked out that very first time.
“Who’s there?” he called weakly. “Show yourself.”
There was no response, no more movement.
“Somebody…”
He was so weak, so tired. He willed his mind to shut down, willed the darkness to come, but to no avail. His skull felt like it was being crushed and he had to endure every excruciating second of it. His back hurt, which was why he barely moved as he lay on the floor; his arm was numb, yet his hand screamed in pain.
Why was this happening to him? It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair…
“Jaejoong.”
He froze: his breath, his thoughts, his cries. Time seemed to have come to a halt at the sound of that voice. He knew that voice.
Gathering what little strength he had left, he tilted his head upward…and gasped.
“Dad?”
His father stepped out of the shadows in the darkening room, a tender smile on his face.
“Hello, son.”
“Dad…” he whimpered, his head dropping back down as his strength waned. “Daddy…What’s happening to me?”
His father’s eyes were sad. “You’re dying.”