[DBSK] mister and mister 4/6 - (R)
notes: i need to start re-reading and editing. D:
junsu had always encouraged yoochun to grow out his hair. and right now, yoochun wonders if this is why.
junsu kicks him, then kneels. junsu takes yoochun by the roots of his hair, forcing his head up.
junsu has the upper hand now. but it's not like yoochun can't move. they both reach for their guns at the same time.
junsu's pistol is pointed to yoochun's temple. yoochun's is pointed at junsu's heart.
they breath heavily, staring into each others' eyes. one of yoochun's eyes is swollen shut. but yoochun can see clearly that junsu's eyes are red.
there's silence for a while. and all they can hear between them is their breathing and the sounds of the fire department putting out the fire to their house in the background.
yoochun drops his gun first.
"i can't" yoochun croaks. "i can't. so you do it."
///\\\///\\\
junsu almost wants to fling his gun and punch yoochun in the face again.
junsu briefly wonders if this is another trick, another lie. just like their six years of marriage.
"fuck" says yoochun. there are tears leaking from yoochun's eyes. "even after knowing everything, i'm still okay with this if it's you."
the sob lodged in junsu's throat suddenly comes loose. junsu gasps and drops his gun.
then, junsu slaps yoochun's left cheek.
"what the hell!?!" screams junsu. "what the hell..."
but yoochun's hand is already caressing the side of junsu's face and junsu's already sobbing like he's never sobbed before. their lips meet and it's rough. yoochun's teeth scrape against junsu's upper lip. they both want to take control and they're both equally desperate. junsu nicks yoochun's bottom lip with his teeth. yoochun's tongue nearly gets bitten. but in the end, they just gasp and hold each other.
they say things like, "i. you. never." mostly nonsense.
and by the time they're through, they're covered in bruises, cuts, and blood.
"junsu" yoochun says after a long silence. "what do we do now?"
///\\\///\\\
"so you never majored in math" deadpans yoochun.
"nope. i hate math."
"but i really liked that about you" whines yoochun. "damnit."
"and um..." junsu fidgets. "about my parents? at the wedding?"
yoochun's eyes widen and he stops watching the road for a good ten seconds.
"you mean..."
"they were paid actors. my real parents own a pizza store in ilsan."
"damnit!" yoochun cries. "i said! i said i saw your parents in the jinshil game show didn't i?"
junsu winces.
"god, i can't believe i brought my real mom and my real brother to our wedding."
"and well, as long as we're letting everything out here..."
"there's more?"
"remember when you said you thought you saw my look-alike in china on your business trip?"
"yeeeah..."
"well..."
"you were there on a mission too, weren't you?"
junsu shakes his head.
"i have a twin brother..."
"oh my god. you just broke my brain."
"it's not like you were a saint either" defends junsu. "right?"
"well..."
yoochun looks uncomfortable for a second.
"remember how i said i grew up in hollywood when i was a child?"
junsu's eyes grow wide this time.
"well, in all honestly, i only lived in the states for about six years. and i lived in virginia."
"no wonder i've never heard any stories about celebrities."
"and um."
"there's more?!"
"just thought i'd let you know while we're at this that...we're on our way to jaejoong's place."
"what?!"
"he texted me. we're on the hot list now."
"what?!"
"he's the only one we can trust. imagine your team and tell me that they won't try to kill you."
junsu thinks of onew and opens his mouth to protest. but then he remembers minho and how he'll probably lead the pack now that junsu's gone.
"fine" junsu huffs and folds his arms.
but when yoochun reaches over to ruffle junsu's hair, junsu still let's him. just like they're used to.
///\\\///\\\
yoochun stares hard into jaejoong's eyes. jaejoong shifts his pupils and gasps a little when he finds junsu's face so close to his own.
"so. um. i take it you two made up?"
jaejoong shakes his leg, sitting on the kitchen chair in his bathrobe and boxers. somehow, it feels like an interrogation.
"how much" junsu says succinctly.
"um. what?" jaejoong stalls, fingering his terry cloth belt.
"jaejoong" yoochun says, clutching at jaejoong's jaw with just two fingers. "tell me. how. much."
jaejoong says six hundred thou. junsu and yoochun share a look.
"a piece" finishes jaejoong and looks away guiltily.
"you don't say" junsu looks at jaejoong sharply.
"i need to save up and move out, you know."
yoochun sighs.
"they'll be all over us by noon tomorrow" whines junsu.
"you mean you'll be all over them in little itty bitty pieces by noon tomorrow" corrects jaejoong.
junsu pinches jaejoong, long and hard, on the nipple.
"ow ow make him stop!"
yoochun crooks a brow.
"yoochun! make him stop!"
"huh. so you and what army?"
"yoochun~~~~"
after ten long minutes, jaejoong cedes.
"mercenary" he wheezes to junsu. "someone named max. he's coming after you two."
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junsu had always encouraged yoochun to grow out his hair. and right now, yoochun wonders if this is why.
junsu kicks him, then kneels. junsu takes yoochun by the roots of his hair, forcing his head up.
junsu has the upper hand now. but it's not like yoochun can't move. they both reach for their guns at the same time.
junsu's pistol is pointed to yoochun's temple. yoochun's is pointed at junsu's heart.
they breath heavily, staring into each others' eyes. one of yoochun's eyes is swollen shut. but yoochun can see clearly that junsu's eyes are red.
there's silence for a while. and all they can hear between them is their breathing and the sounds of the fire department putting out the fire to their house in the background.
yoochun drops his gun first.
"i can't" yoochun croaks. "i can't. so you do it."
///\\\///\\\
junsu almost wants to fling his gun and punch yoochun in the face again.
junsu briefly wonders if this is another trick, another lie. just like their six years of marriage.
"fuck" says yoochun. there are tears leaking from yoochun's eyes. "even after knowing everything, i'm still okay with this if it's you."
the sob lodged in junsu's throat suddenly comes loose. junsu gasps and drops his gun.
then, junsu slaps yoochun's left cheek.
"what the hell!?!" screams junsu. "what the hell..."
but yoochun's hand is already caressing the side of junsu's face and junsu's already sobbing like he's never sobbed before. their lips meet and it's rough. yoochun's teeth scrape against junsu's upper lip. they both want to take control and they're both equally desperate. junsu nicks yoochun's bottom lip with his teeth. yoochun's tongue nearly gets bitten. but in the end, they just gasp and hold each other.
they say things like, "i. you. never." mostly nonsense.
and by the time they're through, they're covered in bruises, cuts, and blood.
"junsu" yoochun says after a long silence. "what do we do now?"
///\\\///\\\
"so you never majored in math" deadpans yoochun.
"nope. i hate math."
"but i really liked that about you" whines yoochun. "damnit."
"and um..." junsu fidgets. "about my parents? at the wedding?"
yoochun's eyes widen and he stops watching the road for a good ten seconds.
"you mean..."
"they were paid actors. my real parents own a pizza store in ilsan."
"damnit!" yoochun cries. "i said! i said i saw your parents in the jinshil game show didn't i?"
junsu winces.
"god, i can't believe i brought my real mom and my real brother to our wedding."
"and well, as long as we're letting everything out here..."
"there's more?"
"remember when you said you thought you saw my look-alike in china on your business trip?"
"yeeeah..."
"well..."
"you were there on a mission too, weren't you?"
junsu shakes his head.
"i have a twin brother..."
"oh my god. you just broke my brain."
"it's not like you were a saint either" defends junsu. "right?"
"well..."
yoochun looks uncomfortable for a second.
"remember how i said i grew up in hollywood when i was a child?"
junsu's eyes grow wide this time.
"well, in all honestly, i only lived in the states for about six years. and i lived in virginia."
"no wonder i've never heard any stories about celebrities."
"and um."
"there's more?!"
"just thought i'd let you know while we're at this that...we're on our way to jaejoong's place."
"what?!"
"he texted me. we're on the hot list now."
"what?!"
"he's the only one we can trust. imagine your team and tell me that they won't try to kill you."
junsu thinks of onew and opens his mouth to protest. but then he remembers minho and how he'll probably lead the pack now that junsu's gone.
"fine" junsu huffs and folds his arms.
but when yoochun reaches over to ruffle junsu's hair, junsu still let's him. just like they're used to.
///\\\///\\\
yoochun stares hard into jaejoong's eyes. jaejoong shifts his pupils and gasps a little when he finds junsu's face so close to his own.
"so. um. i take it you two made up?"
jaejoong shakes his leg, sitting on the kitchen chair in his bathrobe and boxers. somehow, it feels like an interrogation.
"how much" junsu says succinctly.
"um. what?" jaejoong stalls, fingering his terry cloth belt.
"jaejoong" yoochun says, clutching at jaejoong's jaw with just two fingers. "tell me. how. much."
jaejoong says six hundred thou. junsu and yoochun share a look.
"a piece" finishes jaejoong and looks away guiltily.
"you don't say" junsu looks at jaejoong sharply.
"i need to save up and move out, you know."
yoochun sighs.
"they'll be all over us by noon tomorrow" whines junsu.
"you mean you'll be all over them in little itty bitty pieces by noon tomorrow" corrects jaejoong.
junsu pinches jaejoong, long and hard, on the nipple.
"ow ow make him stop!"
yoochun crooks a brow.
"yoochun! make him stop!"
"huh. so you and what army?"
"yoochun~~~~"
after ten long minutes, jaejoong cedes.
"mercenary" he wheezes to junsu. "someone named max. he's coming after you two."
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