Impossible 1/2
Title: Impossible 1/2
Pairing: Junho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to look at and think ... maybe ... and then write fanfics.
Summary: Junho is a always a bit more affectionate and concerned when Junsu gets hurt playing soccer.
Warnings: implied!incest
A/N: DAMN YOU, HIATUS
Based on how happy Junsu looks that he's with his brother.
and on Junsu's more than painful collision while playing for FCMen
Part 1:
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Junho asked, whispering in the dark.
Junsu limped over to side table and flipped on the lamp. “Yeah. I’ll be fine tomorrow.”
“But you’re not fine now.”
Junsu smiled at his twin and said, “A few bottles of Soju and I can’t really feel it. Don’t worry. It’ll be bruised.”
“I can’t help but worry. That fucking hurt.”
“It felt like I ran into a cement pillar.”
Junsu twisted is shoulders, wincing at the pain in his side and his knee.
“Do you want a bath or something?”
“Hyung, I’m fine,” Junsu said.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been more injured than this before.” Junho shook his finger in Junsu’s face.
“Well, I have,” Junsu said with a laugh and grabbed his brother’s arm. He stepped closer and Junho wrapped his arms around him. Junsu took a deep breath in the warmth of his brother’s shoulder and smiled. He’d spent two entire days with his twin. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was that they were both free at the same time. He squeezed a little harder.
“Have you seen the fancams of it yet?” Junho asked.
“No, you know I don’t watch those.”
“Watch one, and then maybe you’ll understand why I’m so worried.”
Junsu rubbed his face on the softness of Junho’s sweater. Junho’s breath caught and Junsu winced, but not in pain. They’d promised each other. They weren’t teenagers anymore.
A cat wormed his way between their legs mewling impertinently.
Junho sighed and let him go.
Junsu bent down and picked Leo up and Junho rubbed the cat’s head before picking up Bakira. “You have too many cats, bro,” Junho said.
Junsu laughed. “Nope. I need more.” He turned around and headed toward the kitchen. Not that he’d find much to eat, but he was sure there would be rice or kimchi in the fridge. He set Leo down on a barstool.
“Today was fun,” Junho said. “I’ve missed you.”
Junsu smiled at his brother and nodded. “I’ve missed you, too.” He opened the fridge and shouted in joy. There was a big bowl and a note in Jaejoong’s handwriting.
To the soccer star - I bet you’re hungry. Some jjigae from your favorite hyung
Junsu lifted the bowl in victory. “Hungry?”
Junho nodded. “Do you love living so close to Jaejoong-hyung?”
Junsu nodded. He pulled the foil from the top and was tempted to eat the soup cold. Junho pulled two bowls from the counter and Junsu grabbed a spoon. He put some in a bowl for Junho and put it in the microwave before scooping out his own bowl.
Junho slid over to him while they waited. He put his arm around Junsu, fingers barely touching the sore spot on his ribs. “You’re sure you’re okay?” he whispered.
“Yes,” Junsu replied shortly, but leaned into his brother’s body.
Junho’s fingers went lower and then on a quest, easily finding the skin just above Junsu’s jeans.
“Hyung,” Junsu said in warning, but didn’t actually try to stop Junho’s fingers.
Junho sighed and hooked his thumb in a belt loop. They stood tensely and both jumped when the microwave beeped. Junsu moved, not all that surprised that his brother kept his hand on him. Over-protective, like always.
Junsu chose not to think about what else it was.
He took out Junho’s bowl and stirred the jjigae, making sure it was warm enough. He tried a bite and blanched at the spice. Damn Jaejoong. Still better than anything he could cook. He put the spoon back and then slid the bowl over to Junho. With a sigh, Junho released Junsu’s belt loop. He sat on a barstool around the island and ate his soup while Junsu warmed his own up. He stayed on the opposite side of the island as he ate, and as time passed, the ache in his side grew. It was hard to breathe between the spicy food and the pain.
“You aren’t okay,” Junho suddenly said.
“I will be.”
Junho sighed. “You’re so stubborn.”
“Brat,” Junsu returned for the lack of anything else.
Junho said nothing. He finished his bowl of soup and washed the bowl. He put the rest of it back in the fridge. Junsu tried not to watch him.
Leo jumped on the island and meowed at him. Junsu smiled and scratched his head.
“Lucky cat,” Junho muttered.
Junsu’s neck flushed but he didn’t turn around.
Junho’s warmth molded to his back and wet lips pressed just below his ear. “Take a bath, relax, and …”
Junsu nodded, before Junho could suggest anything else. They weren’t teenagers anymore, damn it. And they’d promised. It was just … just … It was hard to think of what they’d said it was when Junho’s mouth was against his skin, lips moving in the softest of kisses. Junsu turned his head and tried not to beg for more. He bit his lip, shaking.
Junho’s lips stayed on his skin for another moment, fingers light on his hips. Junsu didn’t think he breathed until Junho moved away and out of the room. A moment later, the water started in the bathroom.
Junsu inhaled deeply and finished his soup. He rinsed off his bowl, but didn’t wash it. His side was protesting mightily and he was finding it a bit hard to breathe. He’d been looked at after the game, and nothing was broken, just bruised and the doctor told him to rest for a few days. He’d already planned to go home with Junho and visit their parents. His mom had called about a half hour after the game asking if Junsu was all right.
The water stopped in the bathroom and Junsu staggered down the hall, meeting Junho half way. Junho frowned and reached for him, but the darkness and the concern and the twisting of his stomach were enough to get him to shake his head. Junho’s frown deepened but he didn’t try to touch Junsu as they went back to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, the steam made everything even more uncomfortable. Junsu couldn’t stop wincing and he hissed in pain when he tried to bend over to take off his jeans.
“Let me help you,” Junho whispered. Voice neutral.
Junsu shut his eyes but nodded.
Junho moved in front of him and with shaking hands pushed Junsu’s jeans and boxers to the ground. He followed them and Junsu used his shoulders to steady himself. Junho’s shaking increased, but he didn’t nothing while Junsu stepped out of his clothes. Junsu tried to pull his t-shirt over his head and gasped as pain whipped up his side.
Junho stood up and carefully helped him. “Oh, I’m fine, hyung, don’t worry. It’s nothing,” Junho muttered.
“Shut up,” Junsu mumbled.
Junho smiled and steadied him while he climbed into the tub. Junsu sighed at the hot water on his skin. He sank into his chin, knees bending. He leaned his head against the edge and let out a deep breath, wincing at the end of it.
Junho touched his cheek lightly, and then left.
Junsu’s eyes opened and he tried not to frown. It was better if he left, but before Junsu could really drop into a pit of want and despair, Junho returned. Junsu ignored the flutter in his heart.
Junho held a glass of water and more pain medicine than he knew Junsu would take.
Junsu rolled his eyes, but sat up, wincing again. He leaned over the edge of the tub and picked two mild muscle relaxers from the group. He downed them and said thanks.
Junho sat on the sink and messed with his phone, muttering to himself. Junsu relaxed against the edge of the tub and watched him through half-shut eyes.
“There we go,” Junho said and turned his phone around. The video played, a fancam of the game and the hard hit Junsu had taken against what looked nothing like the cement wall he’d felt like he’d smashed into. He’d been on the ground for a long time. The cries of the fangirls were worrisome.
“I need to tweet and tell them I’m okay,” Junsu said.
“I can do it. Take a picture right now,” Junho said.
Junsu laughed. “Yeah, right. Do you want to die?”
Junho smiled and put his phone down. He frowned and pondered Junsu carefully. Junsu shut his eyes against the scrutiny and tried to relax in the bathtub. The water was cooling quickly.
“Do you want me to go?” Junho whispered.
Junsu shook his head. “I’ll probably fall if I stand up.”
“Is that the only reason you want me to stay?”
Junsu opened an eye, contemplated his brother and then shut it. “Too relaxed to do anything. I’m going to be asleep as soon as these pills kick in.”
“That didn’t answer the question.”
“It should have.”
“If you weren’t well on your way to being drugged up?”
Junsu smiled and shook his head.
Junho huffed in annoyance. After a few minutes of silence, he said, “I can’t believe your hair is pink.”
“It’s light red.”
“It’s pink.”
“Light red.”
“Pink.”
Junsu laughed. “I like it.”
“So do I.”
“You need a haircut.” Junsu had a vague memory of Junho on his knees, Junsu tugging on his brother’s hair, telling him never to cut it while pulling on it and writhing in ecstasy.
Junho cleared his throat and Junsu figured they were thinking of the same moment.
“Help me up,” Junsu said and lifted an arm out of the tub.
The pain had dropped a little.
Junho pushed off from the sink and, uncaring of the water, put his arms under Junsu’s back and lifted him up. Junsu stumbled, but Junho held firm, clothes soaking.
Junsu shivered in the cool air, and Junho reached to the hook for his robe. He helped his brother pull it on. His side ached, not the deep pain from before, but enough to make him move slowly.
Junho released the plug on the tub and then before Junsu could move, he picked him up, easily carrying him with an arm under his knees. Junsu smiled, put his arms around Junho’s neck and rested his head against his shoulder. The bedroom wasn’t too far, and Junho carefully deposited him in the middle of the room. Junsu held onto his brother for longer than he should have, but just a few more minutes. He yawned and Junho tightened his hold around Junsu’s waist.
“Do you need help getting ready for bed?” Junho whispered.
Junsu stepped back and pulled the robe off. It fell to the floor, leaving him naked and chilled. And aching. He licked his lips and said, “Nope. That was easy.”
Junho’s eyes flickered down his muscular body and Junsu fought off a shiver. He turned around and tried to climb into bed graciously, but his body still hurt. He half fell and then struggled with the covers. Junho cleared his throat and moved to help him.
Junsu grabbed his wrist. “Sleep with me.”
Junho met his eyes, licked his lips and then nodded.
Junsu smiled and relaxed against his pillows. The medicine was working on knocking him out. He did not watch his brother change his wet clothes. The light behind his eyelids went dark and the bed dipped next to him. Strong arms wrapped around him and Junsu found a comfortable spot against his brother’s chest, noting with a bit of amusement that his brother was wearing sweatpants. He brother never slept in anything unless they were home.
Junsu hummed in contentment, pressed an open kiss to the spot below Junho’s collarbone. Junho froze for a moment, and then relaxed and their legs entwined and Junsu hummed again, mind clouded with more than just the medicine, but too tired to do more than to physically let his brother know how much he liked having Junho next to him.
Maybe in the morning. Maybe.
Junsu knew they shouldn’t. But maybe.
Part 2: Possibly
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Pairing: Junho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to look at and think ... maybe ... and then write fanfics.
Summary: Junho is a always a bit more affectionate and concerned when Junsu gets hurt playing soccer.
Warnings: implied!incest
A/N: DAMN YOU, HIATUS
Based on how happy Junsu looks that he's with his brother.
and on Junsu's more than painful collision while playing for FCMen
Click to viewPart 1:
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Junho asked, whispering in the dark.
Junsu limped over to side table and flipped on the lamp. “Yeah. I’ll be fine tomorrow.”
“But you’re not fine now.”
Junsu smiled at his twin and said, “A few bottles of Soju and I can’t really feel it. Don’t worry. It’ll be bruised.”
“I can’t help but worry. That fucking hurt.”
“It felt like I ran into a cement pillar.”
Junsu twisted is shoulders, wincing at the pain in his side and his knee.
“Do you want a bath or something?”
“Hyung, I’m fine,” Junsu said.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been more injured than this before.” Junho shook his finger in Junsu’s face.
“Well, I have,” Junsu said with a laugh and grabbed his brother’s arm. He stepped closer and Junho wrapped his arms around him. Junsu took a deep breath in the warmth of his brother’s shoulder and smiled. He’d spent two entire days with his twin. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was that they were both free at the same time. He squeezed a little harder.
“Have you seen the fancams of it yet?” Junho asked.
“No, you know I don’t watch those.”
“Watch one, and then maybe you’ll understand why I’m so worried.”
Junsu rubbed his face on the softness of Junho’s sweater. Junho’s breath caught and Junsu winced, but not in pain. They’d promised each other. They weren’t teenagers anymore.
A cat wormed his way between their legs mewling impertinently.
Junho sighed and let him go.
Junsu bent down and picked Leo up and Junho rubbed the cat’s head before picking up Bakira. “You have too many cats, bro,” Junho said.
Junsu laughed. “Nope. I need more.” He turned around and headed toward the kitchen. Not that he’d find much to eat, but he was sure there would be rice or kimchi in the fridge. He set Leo down on a barstool.
“Today was fun,” Junho said. “I’ve missed you.”
Junsu smiled at his brother and nodded. “I’ve missed you, too.” He opened the fridge and shouted in joy. There was a big bowl and a note in Jaejoong’s handwriting.
To the soccer star - I bet you’re hungry. Some jjigae from your favorite hyung
Junsu lifted the bowl in victory. “Hungry?”
Junho nodded. “Do you love living so close to Jaejoong-hyung?”
Junsu nodded. He pulled the foil from the top and was tempted to eat the soup cold. Junho pulled two bowls from the counter and Junsu grabbed a spoon. He put some in a bowl for Junho and put it in the microwave before scooping out his own bowl.
Junho slid over to him while they waited. He put his arm around Junsu, fingers barely touching the sore spot on his ribs. “You’re sure you’re okay?” he whispered.
“Yes,” Junsu replied shortly, but leaned into his brother’s body.
Junho’s fingers went lower and then on a quest, easily finding the skin just above Junsu’s jeans.
“Hyung,” Junsu said in warning, but didn’t actually try to stop Junho’s fingers.
Junho sighed and hooked his thumb in a belt loop. They stood tensely and both jumped when the microwave beeped. Junsu moved, not all that surprised that his brother kept his hand on him. Over-protective, like always.
Junsu chose not to think about what else it was.
He took out Junho’s bowl and stirred the jjigae, making sure it was warm enough. He tried a bite and blanched at the spice. Damn Jaejoong. Still better than anything he could cook. He put the spoon back and then slid the bowl over to Junho. With a sigh, Junho released Junsu’s belt loop. He sat on a barstool around the island and ate his soup while Junsu warmed his own up. He stayed on the opposite side of the island as he ate, and as time passed, the ache in his side grew. It was hard to breathe between the spicy food and the pain.
“You aren’t okay,” Junho suddenly said.
“I will be.”
Junho sighed. “You’re so stubborn.”
“Brat,” Junsu returned for the lack of anything else.
Junho said nothing. He finished his bowl of soup and washed the bowl. He put the rest of it back in the fridge. Junsu tried not to watch him.
Leo jumped on the island and meowed at him. Junsu smiled and scratched his head.
“Lucky cat,” Junho muttered.
Junsu’s neck flushed but he didn’t turn around.
Junho’s warmth molded to his back and wet lips pressed just below his ear. “Take a bath, relax, and …”
Junsu nodded, before Junho could suggest anything else. They weren’t teenagers anymore, damn it. And they’d promised. It was just … just … It was hard to think of what they’d said it was when Junho’s mouth was against his skin, lips moving in the softest of kisses. Junsu turned his head and tried not to beg for more. He bit his lip, shaking.
Junho’s lips stayed on his skin for another moment, fingers light on his hips. Junsu didn’t think he breathed until Junho moved away and out of the room. A moment later, the water started in the bathroom.
Junsu inhaled deeply and finished his soup. He rinsed off his bowl, but didn’t wash it. His side was protesting mightily and he was finding it a bit hard to breathe. He’d been looked at after the game, and nothing was broken, just bruised and the doctor told him to rest for a few days. He’d already planned to go home with Junho and visit their parents. His mom had called about a half hour after the game asking if Junsu was all right.
The water stopped in the bathroom and Junsu staggered down the hall, meeting Junho half way. Junho frowned and reached for him, but the darkness and the concern and the twisting of his stomach were enough to get him to shake his head. Junho’s frown deepened but he didn’t try to touch Junsu as they went back to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, the steam made everything even more uncomfortable. Junsu couldn’t stop wincing and he hissed in pain when he tried to bend over to take off his jeans.
“Let me help you,” Junho whispered. Voice neutral.
Junsu shut his eyes but nodded.
Junho moved in front of him and with shaking hands pushed Junsu’s jeans and boxers to the ground. He followed them and Junsu used his shoulders to steady himself. Junho’s shaking increased, but he didn’t nothing while Junsu stepped out of his clothes. Junsu tried to pull his t-shirt over his head and gasped as pain whipped up his side.
Junho stood up and carefully helped him. “Oh, I’m fine, hyung, don’t worry. It’s nothing,” Junho muttered.
“Shut up,” Junsu mumbled.
Junho smiled and steadied him while he climbed into the tub. Junsu sighed at the hot water on his skin. He sank into his chin, knees bending. He leaned his head against the edge and let out a deep breath, wincing at the end of it.
Junho touched his cheek lightly, and then left.
Junsu’s eyes opened and he tried not to frown. It was better if he left, but before Junsu could really drop into a pit of want and despair, Junho returned. Junsu ignored the flutter in his heart.
Junho held a glass of water and more pain medicine than he knew Junsu would take.
Junsu rolled his eyes, but sat up, wincing again. He leaned over the edge of the tub and picked two mild muscle relaxers from the group. He downed them and said thanks.
Junho sat on the sink and messed with his phone, muttering to himself. Junsu relaxed against the edge of the tub and watched him through half-shut eyes.
“There we go,” Junho said and turned his phone around. The video played, a fancam of the game and the hard hit Junsu had taken against what looked nothing like the cement wall he’d felt like he’d smashed into. He’d been on the ground for a long time. The cries of the fangirls were worrisome.
“I need to tweet and tell them I’m okay,” Junsu said.
“I can do it. Take a picture right now,” Junho said.
Junsu laughed. “Yeah, right. Do you want to die?”
Junho smiled and put his phone down. He frowned and pondered Junsu carefully. Junsu shut his eyes against the scrutiny and tried to relax in the bathtub. The water was cooling quickly.
“Do you want me to go?” Junho whispered.
Junsu shook his head. “I’ll probably fall if I stand up.”
“Is that the only reason you want me to stay?”
Junsu opened an eye, contemplated his brother and then shut it. “Too relaxed to do anything. I’m going to be asleep as soon as these pills kick in.”
“That didn’t answer the question.”
“It should have.”
“If you weren’t well on your way to being drugged up?”
Junsu smiled and shook his head.
Junho huffed in annoyance. After a few minutes of silence, he said, “I can’t believe your hair is pink.”
“It’s light red.”
“It’s pink.”
“Light red.”
“Pink.”
Junsu laughed. “I like it.”
“So do I.”
“You need a haircut.” Junsu had a vague memory of Junho on his knees, Junsu tugging on his brother’s hair, telling him never to cut it while pulling on it and writhing in ecstasy.
Junho cleared his throat and Junsu figured they were thinking of the same moment.
“Help me up,” Junsu said and lifted an arm out of the tub.
The pain had dropped a little.
Junho pushed off from the sink and, uncaring of the water, put his arms under Junsu’s back and lifted him up. Junsu stumbled, but Junho held firm, clothes soaking.
Junsu shivered in the cool air, and Junho reached to the hook for his robe. He helped his brother pull it on. His side ached, not the deep pain from before, but enough to make him move slowly.
Junho released the plug on the tub and then before Junsu could move, he picked him up, easily carrying him with an arm under his knees. Junsu smiled, put his arms around Junho’s neck and rested his head against his shoulder. The bedroom wasn’t too far, and Junho carefully deposited him in the middle of the room. Junsu held onto his brother for longer than he should have, but just a few more minutes. He yawned and Junho tightened his hold around Junsu’s waist.
“Do you need help getting ready for bed?” Junho whispered.
Junsu stepped back and pulled the robe off. It fell to the floor, leaving him naked and chilled. And aching. He licked his lips and said, “Nope. That was easy.”
Junho’s eyes flickered down his muscular body and Junsu fought off a shiver. He turned around and tried to climb into bed graciously, but his body still hurt. He half fell and then struggled with the covers. Junho cleared his throat and moved to help him.
Junsu grabbed his wrist. “Sleep with me.”
Junho met his eyes, licked his lips and then nodded.
Junsu smiled and relaxed against his pillows. The medicine was working on knocking him out. He did not watch his brother change his wet clothes. The light behind his eyelids went dark and the bed dipped next to him. Strong arms wrapped around him and Junsu found a comfortable spot against his brother’s chest, noting with a bit of amusement that his brother was wearing sweatpants. He brother never slept in anything unless they were home.
Junsu hummed in contentment, pressed an open kiss to the spot below Junho’s collarbone. Junho froze for a moment, and then relaxed and their legs entwined and Junsu hummed again, mind clouded with more than just the medicine, but too tired to do more than to physically let his brother know how much he liked having Junho next to him.
Maybe in the morning. Maybe.
Junsu knew they shouldn’t. But maybe.
Part 2: Possibly
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