What is the color of love?
Rating: PG 15
Length: Oneshot
Genre: Romance
Summary: Yoochun thought the color of love was black until he heard Junsu's answer.
A/N: This is for missvue09 because she is AWESOME and it is her birthday ~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL!!! Don't think I have forgotten about the fic that I owe you. Let me get my RL in some sort of order and I promise, I will get back to it. Hope you have a great time today!
Many thanks to missvue09 for going through the raw version and fixing it! 감사합니다
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Yoochun did not believe in love, at least not in the same everlasting, soul shaking, once in a lifetime sort of way they kept showing in those sappy dramas airing on TV.
What the hell did that word mean anyway?
“Black,” he replied to the question he was asked and laughed.
“I only see darkness in the future of those poor suckers who believe in this meaningless drivel.”
"HEY THAT HURTS!” He yelled, when his sarcasm won him a hard flick on his bountiful forehead.
“Will you take responsibility if your insanely painful act of violence leaves a mark on the symbol of my manhood?" Yoochun accused the pain inflicter.
“Those ridiculously small fingers of yours are surprisingly powerful duckky boy!” Junsu rolled his eyes and made a gagging sound.
Yoochun turned to peer at his reflection on the glass of wine kept on the coffee table, giving up the futile effort quickly when his pillow threatened mutiny.Instead he twisted and turned till he found the perfect position for optimum comfort. He was lying on the sofa, legs stretched over the armrest, crossed at the ankles with his head resting on Junsu's lap.
Once he found his happy spot, Yoochun sighed and closed his eyes. This was heaven.
To say he was exhausted would be an understatement of epic proportions. The schedule had been grueling, filming his drama, preparing for the showcase, performing all over Asia then flying across continent for their US debut and then immediately flying back to Korea for their Seoul concert. Add to that mix, all the stress over the impending court case and the war to get their album promoted. They were fitting in a 48-hour schedule in 24 hours and Yoochun had been surviving on power naps, double shots of espressos and nicotine. This was the first time in forever that they were taking a break and Yoochun intended to savor every delicious second of his vacation.
“Fine lover boy, why don’t you tell me what you think is the color of love?” He missed the expression on Junsu's face as he unconsciously stroked Yoochun’s hair while answering .
"Love is Transparent," he answered after a long pause. Yoochun opened his eyes and stared at Junsu, intrigued by his unexpected response.
“Care to explain?” he prodded, when Junsu seemed reluctant to add anything more to his statement.
“When two people meet, love starts of transparent, the color spreads little by little as if it had been dropped into the water."
Junsu smiled seeing Yoochun furrow his brows as he tried to process his words.
“Think of it this way," Junsu explained. "A relationship is never static. Love takes on the color of the emotions you experience at the different phases of that relationship.”
Yoochun nodded closing his eyes again, as Junsu continued his explanation.
“When the person you love is angry at you or when you are angry at that person, then the color is grey."
Yoochun’s mind immediately conjured up the time when he and Junsu had fought about something that now he didn’t even remember and had not spoken to each other for days.
His whole world had turned dark and gloomy, as if the sun itself had stopped shining. Every little thing around him had seemed annoying, pissing him off and he had not bothered hiding his feelings.
Jaejoong had intervened before their entire staff resigned en mass, forcing them to meet and talk it out like adults. His exact words were much more explicit and had involved a lot of cussing.
Yoochun had gone over to Junsu’s house still seething with rage, but the moment he saw the miserable looking creature standing in front of him, his anger was forgotten. He just pulled the boy in his arms, hugged him tight. Right that minute when Junsu hugged him back, Yoochun's world turned a whole lot brighter.
“It’s yellow when you are having fun.”
Yoochun smiled, yellow definitely suited Junsu. Just by his mere presence, Mr. Mood Maker could take a perfectly mundane day, fill it with joy and laughter and turn it into a memorable occasion.
“It shines an emerald green when you are Jealous”
Jealousy was exactly what Yoochun had been feeling when he had seen Junsu flirting with the American back up dancer. The girl was obviously enamored with Junsu, always asking him to show her some moves, or trying to teach him English. Her seductive gyrations and Junsu’s reciprocal hip swaying during rehearsal had been too much for Yoochun to watch.
After one particularly painful session that left his blood pressure sky rocketing, Yoochun made sure not to be around whenever she was present. Now they were tweeting each other. Bitch.
“What?” Junsu asked and Yoochun flushed in embarrassment when he realized he had spoken aloud.
“No…nothing….just go on,” he muttered.
Junsu stared at him suspiciously then shook his head before continuing,
“When you are content, at peace, it is white”
Like right now, Yoochun thought, snuggling closer.
Junsu placed his hand over Yoochun’s hand, lacing their fingers and Yoochun curled his fingers, locking their hands together.
“And….” Junsu voice turned deeper, piquing Yoochun’s curiosity.
“And?”
“I was thinking what color best describes passion. I think it is red” Junsu replied quietly.
Yoochun tensed up.
Red…. lips stilled in surprise then slowly moving against his lips....the feel of his slick tongue grazing against his tongue as he explored the moist insides of his hot mouth…red…as he swallowed the needy moans and soft whimpers…driving him crazy.
Japan, thanksgiving live at the dome, standing three instead of five surrounded by the red ocean, it had felt odd not be standing next to Junsu.
It had been an emotional, bittersweet experience for all of them and Jaejoong and Junsu had been fighting off tears at the end. But Yoochun refused to cry.He had slipped away from the after party, gone to his favorite bar and gotten thoroughly wasted. The bar manager was a friend and he had called Junsu, who picked him up from the bar and drove him back to the hotel.
Junsu settled him on the bed before turning to leave but Yoochun held on. He had pulled the startled boy down on the bed and clung to him, begging him not to leave. Junsu had comforted him, whispering lifelong promises and soothing words into his ears and without thinking Yoochun’s lips had sought out the lips of the one man he trusted more than anybody else in this entire world.
Lost in the kiss, he had felt Junsu’s body reacting to his touch, his erection pressing against his groin and Yoochun had pulled away in panic. Junsu had left immediately.
Next day Yoochun had woken up with a hangover and a professed blackout of the events of the night. Junsu never brought it up and the kiss might as well have been an aberration....except Yoochun dreamt about it constantly. Sometimes, when he was alone, he would touch himself thinking about the kiss.
It suddenly occurred to him that right now, if he turned his head even just a little bit, his lips would touch Junsu’s …..he left the thought unfinished as his body reacted instinctively to the dangerous idea filling his mind.
Yoochun's eyes shot open and connected with hooded dark pools that hinted a similar tension.
Junsu slowly unfurled each finger and let go of Yoochun’s hand. He would have protested but the same hand was now caressing his face so he moaned instead.
Junsu traced the curves of Yoochun’s full lips, shuddering when a moist pink tip flicked out to have a taste. Almost without thinking he inserted his thumb inside the inviting mouth, whimpering when Yoochun bit it and then rolled his tongue over it in a silent apology.
Yoochun bit his lips when Junsu took out his finger from Yoochun’s mouth and put it inside his own, sucking it in a slow, deliberate motion while their eyes stayed connected the entire time.
Yoochun whimpered, breaking out in a sweat.
After what seemed an eternity, Junsu spoke again, his voice husky with desire and something else.
"So let me ask you the question again Yoochunah, what do you think is the color of Love?"
All Yoochun knew for certain as Junsu's lips descended to claim him was that it definitely wasn't black.
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This fic was inspired by the following quotes (I LOVE JUNSUS's ANSWER!!!)
"I think it's pure white. White is still the colour that best express pure feelings." (Yunho)
"I think it must be red. Red is a colour that matches well with passion." (Jejung)
"If it's me, I think it's pure black. We meet when the surroundings are all darkness, and it's like gradually seeking different colours. I want to continue searching while we're deeply in love." (Yuchun)
"I think it's green. When you enter each other's dreams, the surroundings will gradually disappear. It's that kind of image." (Changmin)
"Love is transparent. It's a feeling like this - from the day the two meet, the colours are slowly added. It's like the black that Yuchun said, but no matter what colours are added, you can't see those colours. If it's transparent then you can see those colours. If it's bad, it'll change to black, if it's good it'll change to white, if it's passionate it changes to red, when happy, it changes to green. I think that it's really good when there are all these changes. Love, has to be honest. When you're honest and you can trust in each other, that's when it's transparent." (Junsu)
A/N: I might be getting over my block, this was not as painful as I thought it would be and I finished it...Joy! \(^w^)