[Oneshot: Silvered smoke beneath the moonlight] {Part 1}
Junsu breathes in deeply, exhaling a lazy puff that trailed away from his lips in a crystallized stream to disperse in tattered fragments on the chilly bite of the wind. He extends a single bare foot to trace his big toe idly around the cold, chipped corners of an inlaid tile. Winters frost had seeped into the marbled expanse, shooting jabs of freezing cold to spear through his pale skin. Clad only in a simple pair of cotton briefs and a white pullover he had hastily dragged carelessly over his tousled hair, Junsu shivered beneath the inky heavens, a myriad of jewels blinking over down at him sprawled at the balcony doors edge.
The house was eerily quiet, a single comfortable hush settling like a blanket to huddle around their house and bunch around their sprawled limbs. A soft snore snags within the echoing hallway, trailing along in the shadows wake to drift and rumble into Junsu's ear. He still remembers the first time they met. A soft, unbidden smile crinkles the edges of his eyes as Junsu lifts a cheerily, lit cigarette to be straddled by tightly, pursed lips. It was almost comical- a bittersweet memory of happier times, laced by inconsequential mutters and carefree, starbursts of laughter.
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[7 years ago]
Oh fuck, I'm gonna be late. Just great, on my first day as well.
Junsu curses under his breath, pumping his legs in an effort to dash past the slowly creaking gates. Sweat beads across his forehead, plastering his carefully arranged fringe in a streaked mess, his inner tank top already damp and clinging stickily to his waist. Junsu frowned, he had showered just moments ago.
“Ho! There…” The elderly guard, his beard interspersed with a sprinkling of grey and silver called out genially, wagging a single reprimanding finger in warning before snapping the rusty lock on the wrought iron gates with a dull click.
“I'm sorry uncle,” Junsu bowed deeply, stifling a loud groan as he watched his freedom spiral away gleefully with the curious tinkling sound of the gleaming chains clanging against the bars. He turned resolutely away from the revolting sight, sighing heavily at the long day spent indoors in the stifling heat stretching before him in an endless line. “I'm gonna be late!” He shouted over his shoulder, before sprinting up the paved concrete towards the discrete general office door, situated in a shadowed corner of the large school.
The door was completely varnished in white, blending in fantastically with the whitewashed walls of the schools somewhat empty corridor. Junsu grimaced at the tacky stickers pasted haphazardly across the doors single placard, announcing to the world that this dingy little door was actually the entrance to the schools general office. They must not be getting much visitors, Junsu mused wryly.
Taking in a deep breath, Junsu knocked softly before pushing open the door.
***
“Class 4B?” Junsu murmured to himself, glancing periodically at the little worn slip of paper crinkled between his fingers and scanning at the many plain, wooden doors that lined the entire hallway. Smatters of sound drifted from beneath the doorframe to throw themselves in a skew across his path. An innocent, tittering giggle accompanied by the deeper, callous bark of teenage boys bantering amongst each other. The clatter of someone’s unfortunate pencil case crashing to the floor and the firm whack of the teacher’s ruler hitting harshly against the white board. A lustful whisper trailing shivering fingers down Junsu's back.
He stopped short, freezing in his tracks, his sneakers shoelaces dangling forward to brush lightly against the cheap, linoleum flooring. Junsu strained his ears, sifting through the cacophony of the bustle of midday classes to pick up on that elusive trace of sound. A swift flicker of movement at the corner of his periphery snapped Junsu's head up to stare at the entrance of the boy’s bathroom. Two boys still lingered within the empty hallway- a raven black head bent over to whisper into another’s hazel dyed locks, their bodies intimately close, a single arm brought upwards to lean heavily against the wall opposite, effectively blocking Junsu from getting a clear view of the boy’s face.
They were whispering to each other, no doubt, clandestine promises to meet each other in the boy’s bathroom at a certain time in the evening. Maybe even during physical education practice, sneaking away beneath the obviously hairy nose of their hulking P.E teacher. Junsu snorted, reining his imagination in with an irritated flick of his wrist. Junsu stifled his cry of dismay, flicking up widened eyes immediately to meet the icy gaze of the raven haired youngster. Too late now.“Fuck,” Junsu muttered irritably, letting his backpack slid to the floor, standing his ground defiantly as the youth suddenly sauntered down the hallway towards him.
Junsu glimpsed the auburn haired boy straighten up from his slouch on the wall, scuffing his sneakers lackadaisically upon the linoleum flooring sounding a shrieking squeak that rebounded along the rows of metal lockers lined up against the sides. Junsu blinked. He was a good head taller than the black haired boy that was still striding along, eating up the distance between Junsu's rigid frame with each sure swing of his long, lean legs. Junsu stared a while longer at the boy standing off to the side, his breath catching as his eyes locked suddenly with the total stranger.
The boy was suave at all angles- small lips curving upwards in a friendly smile, a straight narrow nose sidelining his sharp profile and accentuating his jaunty cheekbones, accompanying crinkled eyes filled with mirth. Junsu found himself taking an instant liking to the tall, lanky youth. That is, until his grin widened into a smirk of contempt. Junsu's answering smile faltered and faded away, leaving his lips to twist and purse together like he was sucking on a sliver of bitter, orange rind.
“Hey you,” The other uncouth boy strode to a stop in front of Junsu, thrusting his face uncomfortably close to brush his lips tantalisingly close to Junsu's ear. “You didn’t see that did you?” He whispered in a low, sweet drawl, his hot breath tickling deliciously against Junsu's cooler earlobe. Junsu pulled back uncomfortably, shooting a glare at the slight smirk curving the boy’s plump, reddened lips upwards in a sinful pouty arc. At such close proximity, Junsu marvelled at the porcelain skin that seemed brushed on in silken strokes of a painter’s brush, the metallic glint of silver studs arrayed across the tender skin of his ear that peeked past ebony locks which fell lankly downwards to cup his dainty face. But past his fine features, Junsu shifted his gaze further downwards to widen in shock.
His eyes enlarged into saucers, staring unabashedly at the noticeable bulge hidden within the folds of the boy’s uniformed pants with slightly horrified fascination. Both boys had obviously done something that would remain unspoken within the boy’s bathroom just moments before he had arrived. “You saw what we did didn’t you?” The boy whispered accusatorily narrowing his eyes at Junsu's bewildered face. The boy huffed angrily and turned away from Junsu, flicking his eyes back and forth along the floor, unseeing and fretful, turned inwards to witness some diabolical puzzle unravel its secrets within the confines of his mind. “Fine. But you have to swear not to rat us out, or you’ll face hell after school.” He hissed threateningly, cocking his head upwards in a jaunty challenge.
Junsu frowned. “Yeah, I saw you and what that other guy did over there...” He confirmed cautiously, glancing warily between both individuals- one whistling to himself over at the corner and one shooting incensed glares straight at Junsu's forehead. “But I won’t go babbling to the teacher. Who’s gonna believe me anyways?” Junsu let out a hesitant laugh, reaching up an awkward hand to rub at his blushing nape.
The boy’s frown only deepened with irritation, his lips curling upwards in affront. Junsu fidgeted, screaming inwardly in frantic panic at what he had done wrong. He had simply stated that he had witnessed both of them leaving the bathroom, obviously doing something that was to be kept private between the both of them. Junsu certainly was not going to pry into other’s personal space. He had had enough of that back in his old hometown. “Ohhh.. They’ll believe you alright! If you even mention my name, they would most certainly believe your sorry little ass…” The boy said degradedly, flinging lancing darts of contempt to quiver across Junsu's face, forming a porcupine’s back filled with the pretty boy’s poisonous spines. Junsu felt like slapping himself. And strangling his overactive imagination.
But all flurried thoughts erased from his mind the moment the boy promptly stuck his hand down the front of his pants.
Holy shit! Is he gonna show it to me!? I'm still a virgin! What the fuck is wrong with this school?? Are they all like sexually deprived!? Junsu’s maddened thoughts broke past his carefully crafted control to flood him in a torrent of overwhelming, sheer panic. He felt helpless and eagerly tortured by god’s hand. It was his first day of school; he did not deserve this sort of welcome. A part of him was enthralled in morbid fascination as he stared somewhat bashfully at the boy’s hand slowly retracting. And yet, the other half of him was roaring in outrage, pitting every fibre of his being against his lids to simply slide close.
Junsu’s lips fell apart in a surprised ‘O’.
“You’ll just pretend you never saw this alright?” The boy whispered deathly low, wriggling his hips slightly to emphasize his point.