Lost in Jeolla
Rating: NC 17
Genre: Angsty Smut?
Summary: Jaejoong, Yoochun and Junsu explore the Korean countryside without staff, managers or cameras following them around. Even the stalkers decided to leave them alone at Yoochun's request.They should have been happier.
A/N: I am in middle of a monster writers block Even this took me forever to write and I am not really happy with it. will post the rest tomorrow.
Why oh why has writing suddenly become so hard? T.T
Thanks a whole bunch to xiahniste and childofnazgul for helping out with the edits. You both are awesome.
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They fucked twice, once if you discount the blowjob in the disgustingly dirty toilet outside the only gas station in the entire stretch between Jeonju and Namwon.
The first time, when they had stopped to stock up on cigarettes, liquor and beef jerky in the tiny gas station. They had been driving six hours straight and were still clueless about where they were heading. Being the master of your own destiny did not necessarily mean you had a plan in mind. They were hopelessly lost.
Yoochun borrowed the key from the surly looking kid behind the register. If the kid recognized them, he was doing helluva job pretending he didn't.
"Anyone else need to take a piss?" Yoochun asked, looking pointedly at Junsu who flushed and quickly averted his eyes. Yoochun walked away without saying anything else.
Jaejoong was busy trying on the hideous shades displayed at the counter. Amazingly he looked great even in grotesque multicolored monster shades.
"Hyung I think I will go too", Junsu muttered distractedly and followed Yoochun. Jaejoong shrugged and he tried on a square hot pink frame, smiling winningly at the kid behind the counter.
It was hard to make out behind all the acne, but the kid tuned slightly little red, it was not everyday that a god smiled at him.
The stink was almost unbearable but soon ignored. Junsu leaned against the door and closed his eyes as Yoochun's hand slipped inside the wife beater, exploring his taut muscles. . He moaned as one hand angled downward, towards his groin and cupped him. Yoochun snagged Junsu's made for travel not paparazzi track pants and pushed it down to his knees along with the briefs. Junsu's rock hard erection sprung free from it's confines and he moaned at the first lick.
They were in an unclean shithouse in the middle of nowhere and anybody could walk in on them at anytime. It was insane that he was this aroused and desperate when he should have felt revolted and terrified. Yoochun somehow managed to push his boundaries and make him do things a good Christian boy should never do. It was easier now, but earlier they would always be in the look out for secret corners and empty dressing rooms, constantly afraid of getting caught. It was a miracle that nobody had discovered their secret.
Sometimes Junsu wondered if the others had known, if Jaejoong knew.
Junsu closed his eyes and bit his lips not wanting to remember the past right now. Not when Yoochun was deepthroating him.
Yoochun placed paper napkins on the toilet floor before getting down on his knees. He steadied Junsu's cock with one hand and locked his lips at the base, before swirling his tongue around the engorged member. Junsu clutched Yoochun's hair, fingers tangling in tousled locks as he started fucking Yoochun's throat in earnest.
It did not take long. Yoochun twisted his fingers, flicking his tongue over the sensitive slit. Junsu stuffed his fist inside his mouth before coming soundlessly inside Yoochun's mouth who swallowed the whole load.
When they went back to the store, Jaejoong was already waiting for them in the car. Yoochun bought a sanitizer and slathered the cool liquid on every bit of exposed skin, before throwing the bottle over to Junsu. It was time to hit the road again.
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The second time was in the shower of the decrepit hotel they managed to find in the middle of nowhere.
Escaping to the countryside had been a stupid idea. Jaejoong was miserable without his fans following his every step, Junsu was maudlin and had stopped singing, Yoochun was pissed off. He had wanted to escape the confines of the city, escape the exhausting battle he was fighting against a stronger more powerful army. For a brief moment, he wanted to leave behind the past and the future and simply exist in the moment. He should have known better.
Jaejoong was passed out on the bed in a drunken stupor. The three of them were sharing one room.
The initial wonder and sense of freedom of independent living had grown old pretty quick. They were used to five bodies cramped together jostling for space, getting on each other nerves, fighting over bathroom privileges, teasing each other or to be accurate, just Junsu. They had laughed endlessly for the silliest of reasons and shared their deepest secrets and innermost desires. So many years of getting used to each others heat, smell, touch....so many years of getting used to each others presence. Now their large apartments reeked of loneliness.
Yoochun and Junsu had tossed a coin to see who would clean Jaejoong’s puke. His love affair with whiskey was fast reaching addiction levels, not that anybody would dare to say that to him on his face. Yoochun had tried once and Jaejoong had given him a bloody nose and not spoken to him for a month. The silent treatment had been more painful than the broken blood vessels and he never broached that subject again. He just tried to keep him company when he could, making sure to he was the one behind the wheels.
Yoochun lost.
He cleaned up the putrid mess on the floor before removing all the clothes of Jaejoong's slack body except for his black briefs. He bundled up the dirty clothes in a plastic bag and trashed them before starting to clean Jaejoong's pale, sweaty body with a warm washcloth. Jaejoong moaned in protest, shivering in the cold. Once he was done, Junsu handed Yoochun a clean towel and he wiped Jaejoong dry before covering him with a thick blanket.
Junsu bent down and planted a kiss on Jaejoong's forehead, stiffening when he whispered out a man's name.
How long would it take for them to forget, to stop dreaming? How long before it stopped hurting?
Yoochun pulled a reluctant Junsu into the bathroom, making quick work of stripping their clothes off and turning on the shower. The slick heat felt good against their freezing bodies. The countryside was even colder than the city and the heater in their room had spluttered and died one hour after switching it on. They didn't bother complaining.
"Yoochunnah I don't want to..."
Junsu never got to finish his sentence, grunting in surprise when Yoochun slammed him hard against the tiled wall before turning him around roughly. He twisted Junsu’s hands behind his back, gripping delicate wrists with one hand and using the other to stroke Junsu’s cock.
Junsu moaned at the loss when Yoochun let go of him and stepped away. He started to turn around only to be pushed back against the tiles again.
“Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs wider. Make sure you cock is touching the wall”,
Junsu did as instructed, his erection pressing against the cold tiles. The intense sensation of heat and cold all at once made him shudder.
Yoochun used one leg to splay Junsu even wider.
There was no foreplay and prepping was minimal. Three fingers coated with the viscous liquid inside the unbranded shampoo bottle Yoochun found in medicine cabinet. Yoochun removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock, his hands clawing into Junsu’s hips.
The pace Yoochun set was brutal. Each thrust grinding Junsu's erection painfully against the cold slippery tiles. Junsu’s soft cries spurred Yoochun on and he lifted Junsu’s leg and pushed even deeper from the new angle. He started stroking Junsu’s neglected cock in unison with his thrusts.
“I am going to come now,” Yoochun whispered into Junsu’s ear and pulled almost completely out before plunging inside with all his force, jamming Junsu against the wall. Junsu screamed as he came.
Yoochun bit Junsu’s shoulder, shaking with the force of his orgasm. It was not enough. The release he had been seeking had nothing to do with sex and all he had managed to do in the end was hurt the one man who actually gave a damn.
Yoochun didn’t know how long he stood there before pulling out. The water was slowly turning cold. He didn’t want to face Junsu. He cleaned them both up with soap without once looking Junsu in the eye and left.
Junsu stood under the shower until the lukewarm water turned cold.
He was on his second cigarette, when the balcony door opened.
“Yoochunah,”
Yoochun stiffened and turned around, swearing under his breath when he saw Junsu was clad only in a thin t-shirt and pajama. It was the freezing cold outside.
“Get the fuck inside you idiot” he growled throwing his cigarette away and quickly removing his jacket and placing it on Junsu’s shoulders before leading him inside.
They got in bed, trying not to wake Jaejoong. But the man was passed out cold. A herd of his beloved elephants could have come visiting and he wouldn’t have woken up.
They were both lying on each side of Jaejoong, the same way they stood on stage, Junsu, Jaejoong, Yoochun.
“I fixed the heat,” Yoochun said awkwardly into the darkness. Those were not the words he had wanted to say.
“I noticed,” Junsu replied and reached across Jaejoong, placing his hand over Yoochun’s heart, which immediately sped up.
“I am…sorry,” the words felt ridiculously inadequate.
“I know…..we are all hurting Yoochunah,” Junsu whispered back.
Yoochun laced his fingers with Junsu and raised it to his mouth for a kiss before placing it back over his heart again. He finally allowed himself to cry.
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A/N ~ It took me forever but atleast I finished it. Besides my own issues at RL, JYJ tweets have been getting to me. Yoochun seems to be trying hard to make the others smile, but he is hurting too. They are all hurting. TT.TT
Genre: Angsty Smut?
Summary: Jaejoong, Yoochun and Junsu explore the Korean countryside without staff, managers or cameras following them around. Even the stalkers decided to leave them alone at Yoochun's request.They should have been happier.
A/N: I am in middle of a monster writers block Even this took me forever to write and I am not really happy with it. will post the rest tomorrow.
Why oh why has writing suddenly become so hard? T.T
Thanks a whole bunch to xiahniste and childofnazgul for helping out with the edits. You both are awesome.
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They fucked twice, once if you discount the blowjob in the disgustingly dirty toilet outside the only gas station in the entire stretch between Jeonju and Namwon.
The first time, when they had stopped to stock up on cigarettes, liquor and beef jerky in the tiny gas station. They had been driving six hours straight and were still clueless about where they were heading. Being the master of your own destiny did not necessarily mean you had a plan in mind. They were hopelessly lost.
Yoochun borrowed the key from the surly looking kid behind the register. If the kid recognized them, he was doing helluva job pretending he didn't.
"Anyone else need to take a piss?" Yoochun asked, looking pointedly at Junsu who flushed and quickly averted his eyes. Yoochun walked away without saying anything else.
Jaejoong was busy trying on the hideous shades displayed at the counter. Amazingly he looked great even in grotesque multicolored monster shades.
"Hyung I think I will go too", Junsu muttered distractedly and followed Yoochun. Jaejoong shrugged and he tried on a square hot pink frame, smiling winningly at the kid behind the counter.
It was hard to make out behind all the acne, but the kid tuned slightly little red, it was not everyday that a god smiled at him.
The stink was almost unbearable but soon ignored. Junsu leaned against the door and closed his eyes as Yoochun's hand slipped inside the wife beater, exploring his taut muscles. . He moaned as one hand angled downward, towards his groin and cupped him. Yoochun snagged Junsu's made for travel not paparazzi track pants and pushed it down to his knees along with the briefs. Junsu's rock hard erection sprung free from it's confines and he moaned at the first lick.
They were in an unclean shithouse in the middle of nowhere and anybody could walk in on them at anytime. It was insane that he was this aroused and desperate when he should have felt revolted and terrified. Yoochun somehow managed to push his boundaries and make him do things a good Christian boy should never do. It was easier now, but earlier they would always be in the look out for secret corners and empty dressing rooms, constantly afraid of getting caught. It was a miracle that nobody had discovered their secret.
Sometimes Junsu wondered if the others had known, if Jaejoong knew.
Junsu closed his eyes and bit his lips not wanting to remember the past right now. Not when Yoochun was deepthroating him.
Yoochun placed paper napkins on the toilet floor before getting down on his knees. He steadied Junsu's cock with one hand and locked his lips at the base, before swirling his tongue around the engorged member. Junsu clutched Yoochun's hair, fingers tangling in tousled locks as he started fucking Yoochun's throat in earnest.
It did not take long. Yoochun twisted his fingers, flicking his tongue over the sensitive slit. Junsu stuffed his fist inside his mouth before coming soundlessly inside Yoochun's mouth who swallowed the whole load.
When they went back to the store, Jaejoong was already waiting for them in the car. Yoochun bought a sanitizer and slathered the cool liquid on every bit of exposed skin, before throwing the bottle over to Junsu. It was time to hit the road again.
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The second time was in the shower of the decrepit hotel they managed to find in the middle of nowhere.
Escaping to the countryside had been a stupid idea. Jaejoong was miserable without his fans following his every step, Junsu was maudlin and had stopped singing, Yoochun was pissed off. He had wanted to escape the confines of the city, escape the exhausting battle he was fighting against a stronger more powerful army. For a brief moment, he wanted to leave behind the past and the future and simply exist in the moment. He should have known better.
Jaejoong was passed out on the bed in a drunken stupor. The three of them were sharing one room.
The initial wonder and sense of freedom of independent living had grown old pretty quick. They were used to five bodies cramped together jostling for space, getting on each other nerves, fighting over bathroom privileges, teasing each other or to be accurate, just Junsu. They had laughed endlessly for the silliest of reasons and shared their deepest secrets and innermost desires. So many years of getting used to each others heat, smell, touch....so many years of getting used to each others presence. Now their large apartments reeked of loneliness.
Yoochun and Junsu had tossed a coin to see who would clean Jaejoong’s puke. His love affair with whiskey was fast reaching addiction levels, not that anybody would dare to say that to him on his face. Yoochun had tried once and Jaejoong had given him a bloody nose and not spoken to him for a month. The silent treatment had been more painful than the broken blood vessels and he never broached that subject again. He just tried to keep him company when he could, making sure to he was the one behind the wheels.
Yoochun lost.
He cleaned up the putrid mess on the floor before removing all the clothes of Jaejoong's slack body except for his black briefs. He bundled up the dirty clothes in a plastic bag and trashed them before starting to clean Jaejoong's pale, sweaty body with a warm washcloth. Jaejoong moaned in protest, shivering in the cold. Once he was done, Junsu handed Yoochun a clean towel and he wiped Jaejoong dry before covering him with a thick blanket.
Junsu bent down and planted a kiss on Jaejoong's forehead, stiffening when he whispered out a man's name.
How long would it take for them to forget, to stop dreaming? How long before it stopped hurting?
Yoochun pulled a reluctant Junsu into the bathroom, making quick work of stripping their clothes off and turning on the shower. The slick heat felt good against their freezing bodies. The countryside was even colder than the city and the heater in their room had spluttered and died one hour after switching it on. They didn't bother complaining.
"Yoochunnah I don't want to..."
Junsu never got to finish his sentence, grunting in surprise when Yoochun slammed him hard against the tiled wall before turning him around roughly. He twisted Junsu’s hands behind his back, gripping delicate wrists with one hand and using the other to stroke Junsu’s cock.
Junsu moaned at the loss when Yoochun let go of him and stepped away. He started to turn around only to be pushed back against the tiles again.
“Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs wider. Make sure you cock is touching the wall”,
Junsu did as instructed, his erection pressing against the cold tiles. The intense sensation of heat and cold all at once made him shudder.
Yoochun used one leg to splay Junsu even wider.
There was no foreplay and prepping was minimal. Three fingers coated with the viscous liquid inside the unbranded shampoo bottle Yoochun found in medicine cabinet. Yoochun removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock, his hands clawing into Junsu’s hips.
The pace Yoochun set was brutal. Each thrust grinding Junsu's erection painfully against the cold slippery tiles. Junsu’s soft cries spurred Yoochun on and he lifted Junsu’s leg and pushed even deeper from the new angle. He started stroking Junsu’s neglected cock in unison with his thrusts.
“I am going to come now,” Yoochun whispered into Junsu’s ear and pulled almost completely out before plunging inside with all his force, jamming Junsu against the wall. Junsu screamed as he came.
Yoochun bit Junsu’s shoulder, shaking with the force of his orgasm. It was not enough. The release he had been seeking had nothing to do with sex and all he had managed to do in the end was hurt the one man who actually gave a damn.
Yoochun didn’t know how long he stood there before pulling out. The water was slowly turning cold. He didn’t want to face Junsu. He cleaned them both up with soap without once looking Junsu in the eye and left.
Junsu stood under the shower until the lukewarm water turned cold.
He was on his second cigarette, when the balcony door opened.
“Yoochunah,”
Yoochun stiffened and turned around, swearing under his breath when he saw Junsu was clad only in a thin t-shirt and pajama. It was the freezing cold outside.
“Get the fuck inside you idiot” he growled throwing his cigarette away and quickly removing his jacket and placing it on Junsu’s shoulders before leading him inside.
They got in bed, trying not to wake Jaejoong. But the man was passed out cold. A herd of his beloved elephants could have come visiting and he wouldn’t have woken up.
They were both lying on each side of Jaejoong, the same way they stood on stage, Junsu, Jaejoong, Yoochun.
“I fixed the heat,” Yoochun said awkwardly into the darkness. Those were not the words he had wanted to say.
“I noticed,” Junsu replied and reached across Jaejoong, placing his hand over Yoochun’s heart, which immediately sped up.
“I am…sorry,” the words felt ridiculously inadequate.
“I know…..we are all hurting Yoochunah,” Junsu whispered back.
Yoochun laced his fingers with Junsu and raised it to his mouth for a kiss before placing it back over his heart again. He finally allowed himself to cry.
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A/N ~ It took me forever but atleast I finished it. Besides my own issues at RL, JYJ tweets have been getting to me. Yoochun seems to be trying hard to make the others smile, but he is hurting too. They are all hurting. TT.TT