Naenuni [1/3]
Pairings: YooSu, Soulmates, Soulfighters
Rating: R
Summary: "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear ... " 1 John 4:18
A/N: Was meant to be my Christmas oneshot but it just grew D8 ~ Merry Christmas! (well it's Christmas in my part of the world). For all who already celebrated, hope it was wonderful!
Inspired by this picture:
For the last six years, Junsu had spent Christmas alone not out of necessity but by choice and this year was no different.
His family had stopped asking him to come to Seoul once they realized he had no intention of ever leaving Buyeo. In fact Junsu had chosen the quiet, untouched, little village surrounded by wooded hills and paddy fields because it was the very antithesis of Seoul.
The initial suspicion and curiosity of the simple minded villagers when the rich eccentric, young, man from the big city had purchased a large chunk of uninhabited land in their village had gradually turned into a sort of puzzled acceptance.
They didn’t really understand him but they liked him. He was easy on the eyes, polite and bought everything in his monthly visit to the open market place without bargaining and that was good enough for them.
Sometimes they still wondered but after years of their questions being met with stony silence, nobody dared to ask anymore. Most of the times they even forgot that he was there.
Junsu was a creature of habit and his days ran like clockwork. He hated even the slightest disruption to his daily routine so the only exception he made towards the festivities was wearing the hideous Christmas themed sweater his mother sent him every year without fail. He was not a good son, but he figured it was the very least he could do.
Exactly at 9:00 am a warm, slightly wet nose pressed against Junsu’s hand and he smiled affectionately, his face softening into an expression most people he knew would be hard pressed to believe he was capable of producing.
“Uri Naenuni, do you really want to go out in this cold, snowy day?” Junsu teased, gently scratching the velvety fur of the only living creature he truly trusted in this world.
Naenuni licked Junsu’s hand in response, knowing that her master looked forward to their morning ventures as much as he did and a little snow would not stop them. Junsu laughed, a sound so rare that only Naenuni had heard it in the recent years and attached the leash to the bright red collar decorating the black Labradors neck.
On their way out he grabbed the long white cane propped up by the door. He didn’t bother with the lights for they were already switched off.
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Yoochun knew he was in trouble when his phone beeped a couple of times, the battery signal blinking red, before the screen darkened. He was spending his Christmas in a godforsaken village searching for a mythical two hundred year old wild ginseng and now he was hopelessly lost.
“Why the hell did I agree to do this?” Yoochun asked himself, cursing as he almost tripped over a gnarled root of an oak tree hidden by the soft snow covering the entire land in pristine white blanket.
Yoochun knew exactly why he had come on this fool’s errand. It was because he was too chicken to face yet another year with his family, trying to pretend he didn’t care, while they poked and prodded at wounds that hadn’t quite healed.
The sparkling sunlight reflecting off the icicles hanging from the frozen branches dazzled Yoochun as he looked around to spot a hint of color and movement in the icy landscape.
It was breathtakingly beautiful and just as deadly.
His boyfriend had been beautiful, almost ethereally so and Yoochun still wondered what the pale, gorgeous man had seen in him, an introverted chemist who spent most of his time under the fluorescent lights of his laboratory. Once when he asked that question to his lover in a moment of insecurity, he had grinned and replied, “Chemistry.” Yoochun had laughed and fallen a little bit more in love.
They really were never meant to be. Kim Jaejoong was Korea’s most successful model coveted both nationally and internationally and a chance encounter at a marketing convention hosted by his company had Yoochun dreaming of him that night.
Next day just as he was wrapping up his work, Yoochun received a phone call from a restricted number, the man on the line claiming that he was Jaejoong. Yoochun had hung up, convinced that his colleague who had been teasing him throughout the day about being seen talking to the almighty Kim Jaejoong at the party last night was playing a prank.
But when Yoochun reached the parking lot, he saw the golden haired model leaning languidly against his car looking a vision in black leather and dark glasses. Jaejoong saw him and smiled and Yoochun almost passed out in shock.
He woke up next morning screaming Jaejoong’s name as waves of pleasure rolled through his body. Seeing the gorgeous model nestled between his legs, licking his lips like a satisfied kitten, Yoochun realized it was not another wet dream.
“ I always have protein for breakfast,” the blond had quipped with a smirk, lighting a cigarette as he lay down besides him.
Jaejoong passed the menthol stick to Yoochun who had quit years ago. He took a drag groaning in pleasure as the long forgotten nicotine rush hit him hard. The kiss that followed had tasted of mint, tobacco and sin and Yoochun was instantly addicted.
For an odd couple that everybody had written off before they even really started, somehow they had clicked.
Belying his cold, distant, image, which he later explained was a concept cooked up by his company to go with his looks, Jaejoong had been a warm and needy lover. He was always laving Yoochun with attention. Cooking for him, sending him texts, calling him when he had to leave the country for a shoot, showing Yoochun off to his friends. He always consulted Yoochun in every decision he took, making him feel needed and important.
It was while celebrating their first anniversary sipping champagne and exchanging kisses under the Tuscany sun, a surprise gift from Jaejoong, Yoochun let down the last of his barrier and fell completely in love.
“HELLO IS ANYBODY THERE? I NEED HELP!” Yoochun yelled, trudging aimlessly through the snow. Strands of fear curled through his body as he felt exhaustion seeping in. How ironic if he were to die now, just as the pain of his broken heart was becoming almost bearable, when all he had wanted to do last year was slash his wrists and end his miserable existence.
The warning signs were all there but Yoochun had chosen to ignore them, closing his ears against the vicious rumors about Jaejoong and the hot, new and very young modeling sensation, Shim Changmin.
They had been together for five years and had survived the jealous actions of people who had tried their best to break them up. Yoochun trusted Jaejoong. In fact Jaejoong hated that kid, always ranting to Yoochun about what an egotistical bastard he was and how he had no respect for his seniors.
Yoochun had understood without being told that most of this talk was coming from Jaejoong’s insecurities of growing older, of being dethroned by kids much younger and fitter than him. He had tried to assure the aging model that nobody could beat him that he had no need to worry. That no matter what, he would always remain number one in his eyes. It was only later Yoochun realized, it had not been enough.
When he had walked into Jaejoong’s locker to see his lover bent over the dressing table being fucked by the teenager he claimed to have hated, Yoochun had almost thrown up.
Jaejoong didn’t even notice him as he kept begging the kid to fuck him harder but Changmin had seen him. The memory of the kid’s smirk as he turned towards Yoochun while continuing to thrust into his lover, still haunted Yoochun. He had rushed out, his muffled cry cloaked by Jaejoong’s screams as he reached his orgasm.
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Naenuni stopped in her tracks, raising her head towards the wind as she caught scent of the stranger.
“What’s wrong girl?” Junsu asked in surprise. As a guide dog she had been trained to bark once to alert him before stopping. Without warning she broke free from Junsu’s grasp and ran into the forest leaving him all alone.
“NAAAENUUUUNNNIIII”, Junsu shouted in panic as he stumbled and fell to his knees, dropping his cane. Junsu crawled around in the snow, completely disoriented trying to find it. The darkness was overwhelming and a wave of helplessness crashed through Junsu. Images of the terrible day bombarded his mind and he started choking, unable to breathe. The woman’s laughter echoed around him as he collapsed, gasping for air.
“IT’S YOUR FAULT…ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU SHOULD HAVE LOVED ME…HOW CAN YOU WANT TO FUCK MEN? IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU NOBODY WILL. AND WHEN YOU DIE GOD WILL PUNISH YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE A SINNER!”
Her shrill screams had penetrated Junsu’s drugged up body and then the world was spinning around him as the car tumbled down the cliff. Fire…blood…pain…. everything was too loud and then spiraling darkness overwhelmed his senses. An agonizing pain ripped through his chest so he screamed before succumbing to the darkness.
☃ ☃ ☃
“Oh my beautiful angel, are you here to save me right?” Yoochun crooned to the big black Labrador with the red collar that had appeared out of nowhere. His initial surprise had turned into delight as knelt down to pet the beautiful, well groomed animal looking at him with soulful eyes. He checked the dog collar and read her name.
"Naenuni....my eyes? That's a pretty name. Your owner must love you very much." Yoochun grinned, as the dog shook his head as if in agreement.
“Omo, why are you looking at me like that? Do you want me to play with you?” Yoochun asked happily. He loved dogs, and this one for some reason was particularly appealing. Maybe because he had almost given up hope of being rescued.
He was trying to convince the intelligent animal that they could play fetch with a snowball instead of a real ball when he heard the scream pierce the silence of the forest and then abruptly stop.
Naenuni immediately howled in distress, running off towards the sound before making her way back to Yoochun whining and nudging at him. She again took a few steps forward then stopped and looked back, barking at Yoochun till the he started running after her.
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Yoochun cleared the dense shrubbery and stopped, when he saw the man collapsed on the ground. Naenuni rushed towards her master licking his face and whining, trying to wake him up.
“Stop” Yoochun commanded, pushing Naenuni away as he examined the man for physical wounds. He didn’t see any blood but it was obvious that the man was not in a good condition. He was lying still, barely breathing and even in the freezing cold, beads of sweat dotted his forehead and upper lips. He looked so young and vulnerable.
“Hey, can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?” Yoochun asked, gently shaking the man’s arm after checking for swellings and broken bones. When there was no response, he placed two fingers at the base of the man’s throat, feeling it pulse weakly against his fingers. This was not good. Taking a quick decision, Yoochun decided to perform CPR and for the first time he felt grateful for the mandatory first aid workshop he had to take at his job.
He began the chest compressions pushing down on the man’s chest hard and fast counting under his breath. When Yoochun reached thirty, he stopped the compressions, held the man’s chin and tilted his face up, pinching the nose close with his other hand. Then he took a deep breath and bent over, covering the man’s mouth with his own.
Yoochun didn’t notice his teardrops spilling on the stranger face, slowly trailing down his cheeks or that the dog that brought him there was lying down with her head between her paws whimpering in distress. He just focused on keeping the man in his arms alive.
The third time their lips were pressed together, Junsu opened his eyes and the sad emptiness in them made Yoochun's his heart ache. He released the man’s nose and exhaled, shuddering slightly in sweet relief. His lips were still clinging to the stranger’s lips as if afraid to let go.
Junsu felt the soft weight and warmth of the person lips on his own and felt a deep pang of something indescribable clutch his heart. How long had it been that somebody had touched him...felt the sweet tenderness of lips sliding against his own?
Then reality set that a stranger was kissing him and he freaked out.
☃ ☃ ☃
A/N: Yoochun mentions it, but just in case you didn't catch it, Junsu named the dog Naenuni because Nae Nun (내 눈) means "My Eyes."
BTW I know I am kinda off the grid but I have been ninja reading all your posts and tweets :D
[Part 2]
Rating: R
Summary: "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear ... " 1 John 4:18
A/N: Was meant to be my Christmas oneshot but it just grew D8 ~ Merry Christmas! (well it's Christmas in my part of the world). For all who already celebrated, hope it was wonderful!
Inspired by this picture:
For the last six years, Junsu had spent Christmas alone not out of necessity but by choice and this year was no different.
His family had stopped asking him to come to Seoul once they realized he had no intention of ever leaving Buyeo. In fact Junsu had chosen the quiet, untouched, little village surrounded by wooded hills and paddy fields because it was the very antithesis of Seoul.
The initial suspicion and curiosity of the simple minded villagers when the rich eccentric, young, man from the big city had purchased a large chunk of uninhabited land in their village had gradually turned into a sort of puzzled acceptance.
They didn’t really understand him but they liked him. He was easy on the eyes, polite and bought everything in his monthly visit to the open market place without bargaining and that was good enough for them.
Sometimes they still wondered but after years of their questions being met with stony silence, nobody dared to ask anymore. Most of the times they even forgot that he was there.
Junsu was a creature of habit and his days ran like clockwork. He hated even the slightest disruption to his daily routine so the only exception he made towards the festivities was wearing the hideous Christmas themed sweater his mother sent him every year without fail. He was not a good son, but he figured it was the very least he could do.
Exactly at 9:00 am a warm, slightly wet nose pressed against Junsu’s hand and he smiled affectionately, his face softening into an expression most people he knew would be hard pressed to believe he was capable of producing.
“Uri Naenuni, do you really want to go out in this cold, snowy day?” Junsu teased, gently scratching the velvety fur of the only living creature he truly trusted in this world.
Naenuni licked Junsu’s hand in response, knowing that her master looked forward to their morning ventures as much as he did and a little snow would not stop them. Junsu laughed, a sound so rare that only Naenuni had heard it in the recent years and attached the leash to the bright red collar decorating the black Labradors neck.
On their way out he grabbed the long white cane propped up by the door. He didn’t bother with the lights for they were already switched off.
☃ ☃ ☃
Yoochun knew he was in trouble when his phone beeped a couple of times, the battery signal blinking red, before the screen darkened. He was spending his Christmas in a godforsaken village searching for a mythical two hundred year old wild ginseng and now he was hopelessly lost.
“Why the hell did I agree to do this?” Yoochun asked himself, cursing as he almost tripped over a gnarled root of an oak tree hidden by the soft snow covering the entire land in pristine white blanket.
Yoochun knew exactly why he had come on this fool’s errand. It was because he was too chicken to face yet another year with his family, trying to pretend he didn’t care, while they poked and prodded at wounds that hadn’t quite healed.
The sparkling sunlight reflecting off the icicles hanging from the frozen branches dazzled Yoochun as he looked around to spot a hint of color and movement in the icy landscape.
It was breathtakingly beautiful and just as deadly.
His boyfriend had been beautiful, almost ethereally so and Yoochun still wondered what the pale, gorgeous man had seen in him, an introverted chemist who spent most of his time under the fluorescent lights of his laboratory. Once when he asked that question to his lover in a moment of insecurity, he had grinned and replied, “Chemistry.” Yoochun had laughed and fallen a little bit more in love.
They really were never meant to be. Kim Jaejoong was Korea’s most successful model coveted both nationally and internationally and a chance encounter at a marketing convention hosted by his company had Yoochun dreaming of him that night.
Next day just as he was wrapping up his work, Yoochun received a phone call from a restricted number, the man on the line claiming that he was Jaejoong. Yoochun had hung up, convinced that his colleague who had been teasing him throughout the day about being seen talking to the almighty Kim Jaejoong at the party last night was playing a prank.
But when Yoochun reached the parking lot, he saw the golden haired model leaning languidly against his car looking a vision in black leather and dark glasses. Jaejoong saw him and smiled and Yoochun almost passed out in shock.
He woke up next morning screaming Jaejoong’s name as waves of pleasure rolled through his body. Seeing the gorgeous model nestled between his legs, licking his lips like a satisfied kitten, Yoochun realized it was not another wet dream.
“ I always have protein for breakfast,” the blond had quipped with a smirk, lighting a cigarette as he lay down besides him.
Jaejoong passed the menthol stick to Yoochun who had quit years ago. He took a drag groaning in pleasure as the long forgotten nicotine rush hit him hard. The kiss that followed had tasted of mint, tobacco and sin and Yoochun was instantly addicted.
For an odd couple that everybody had written off before they even really started, somehow they had clicked.
Belying his cold, distant, image, which he later explained was a concept cooked up by his company to go with his looks, Jaejoong had been a warm and needy lover. He was always laving Yoochun with attention. Cooking for him, sending him texts, calling him when he had to leave the country for a shoot, showing Yoochun off to his friends. He always consulted Yoochun in every decision he took, making him feel needed and important.
It was while celebrating their first anniversary sipping champagne and exchanging kisses under the Tuscany sun, a surprise gift from Jaejoong, Yoochun let down the last of his barrier and fell completely in love.
“HELLO IS ANYBODY THERE? I NEED HELP!” Yoochun yelled, trudging aimlessly through the snow. Strands of fear curled through his body as he felt exhaustion seeping in. How ironic if he were to die now, just as the pain of his broken heart was becoming almost bearable, when all he had wanted to do last year was slash his wrists and end his miserable existence.
The warning signs were all there but Yoochun had chosen to ignore them, closing his ears against the vicious rumors about Jaejoong and the hot, new and very young modeling sensation, Shim Changmin.
They had been together for five years and had survived the jealous actions of people who had tried their best to break them up. Yoochun trusted Jaejoong. In fact Jaejoong hated that kid, always ranting to Yoochun about what an egotistical bastard he was and how he had no respect for his seniors.
Yoochun had understood without being told that most of this talk was coming from Jaejoong’s insecurities of growing older, of being dethroned by kids much younger and fitter than him. He had tried to assure the aging model that nobody could beat him that he had no need to worry. That no matter what, he would always remain number one in his eyes. It was only later Yoochun realized, it had not been enough.
When he had walked into Jaejoong’s locker to see his lover bent over the dressing table being fucked by the teenager he claimed to have hated, Yoochun had almost thrown up.
Jaejoong didn’t even notice him as he kept begging the kid to fuck him harder but Changmin had seen him. The memory of the kid’s smirk as he turned towards Yoochun while continuing to thrust into his lover, still haunted Yoochun. He had rushed out, his muffled cry cloaked by Jaejoong’s screams as he reached his orgasm.
☃ ☃ ☃
Naenuni stopped in her tracks, raising her head towards the wind as she caught scent of the stranger.
“What’s wrong girl?” Junsu asked in surprise. As a guide dog she had been trained to bark once to alert him before stopping. Without warning she broke free from Junsu’s grasp and ran into the forest leaving him all alone.
“NAAAENUUUUNNNIIII”, Junsu shouted in panic as he stumbled and fell to his knees, dropping his cane. Junsu crawled around in the snow, completely disoriented trying to find it. The darkness was overwhelming and a wave of helplessness crashed through Junsu. Images of the terrible day bombarded his mind and he started choking, unable to breathe. The woman’s laughter echoed around him as he collapsed, gasping for air.
“IT’S YOUR FAULT…ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU SHOULD HAVE LOVED ME…HOW CAN YOU WANT TO FUCK MEN? IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU NOBODY WILL. AND WHEN YOU DIE GOD WILL PUNISH YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE A SINNER!”
Her shrill screams had penetrated Junsu’s drugged up body and then the world was spinning around him as the car tumbled down the cliff. Fire…blood…pain…. everything was too loud and then spiraling darkness overwhelmed his senses. An agonizing pain ripped through his chest so he screamed before succumbing to the darkness.
☃ ☃ ☃
“Oh my beautiful angel, are you here to save me right?” Yoochun crooned to the big black Labrador with the red collar that had appeared out of nowhere. His initial surprise had turned into delight as knelt down to pet the beautiful, well groomed animal looking at him with soulful eyes. He checked the dog collar and read her name.
"Naenuni....my eyes? That's a pretty name. Your owner must love you very much." Yoochun grinned, as the dog shook his head as if in agreement.
“Omo, why are you looking at me like that? Do you want me to play with you?” Yoochun asked happily. He loved dogs, and this one for some reason was particularly appealing. Maybe because he had almost given up hope of being rescued.
He was trying to convince the intelligent animal that they could play fetch with a snowball instead of a real ball when he heard the scream pierce the silence of the forest and then abruptly stop.
Naenuni immediately howled in distress, running off towards the sound before making her way back to Yoochun whining and nudging at him. She again took a few steps forward then stopped and looked back, barking at Yoochun till the he started running after her.
☃ ☃ ☃
Yoochun cleared the dense shrubbery and stopped, when he saw the man collapsed on the ground. Naenuni rushed towards her master licking his face and whining, trying to wake him up.
“Stop” Yoochun commanded, pushing Naenuni away as he examined the man for physical wounds. He didn’t see any blood but it was obvious that the man was not in a good condition. He was lying still, barely breathing and even in the freezing cold, beads of sweat dotted his forehead and upper lips. He looked so young and vulnerable.
“Hey, can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?” Yoochun asked, gently shaking the man’s arm after checking for swellings and broken bones. When there was no response, he placed two fingers at the base of the man’s throat, feeling it pulse weakly against his fingers. This was not good. Taking a quick decision, Yoochun decided to perform CPR and for the first time he felt grateful for the mandatory first aid workshop he had to take at his job.
He began the chest compressions pushing down on the man’s chest hard and fast counting under his breath. When Yoochun reached thirty, he stopped the compressions, held the man’s chin and tilted his face up, pinching the nose close with his other hand. Then he took a deep breath and bent over, covering the man’s mouth with his own.
Yoochun didn’t notice his teardrops spilling on the stranger face, slowly trailing down his cheeks or that the dog that brought him there was lying down with her head between her paws whimpering in distress. He just focused on keeping the man in his arms alive.
The third time their lips were pressed together, Junsu opened his eyes and the sad emptiness in them made Yoochun's his heart ache. He released the man’s nose and exhaled, shuddering slightly in sweet relief. His lips were still clinging to the stranger’s lips as if afraid to let go.
Junsu felt the soft weight and warmth of the person lips on his own and felt a deep pang of something indescribable clutch his heart. How long had it been that somebody had touched him...felt the sweet tenderness of lips sliding against his own?
Then reality set that a stranger was kissing him and he freaked out.
☃ ☃ ☃
A/N: Yoochun mentions it, but just in case you didn't catch it, Junsu named the dog Naenuni because Nae Nun (내 눈) means "My Eyes."
BTW I know I am kinda off the grid but I have been ninja reading all your posts and tweets :D
[Part 2]