Delicate 2/?
Title: Delicate 2/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't my pets or my toys or my slaves and that is so unfortunate.
Summary: Yoochun's eccentric uncle passes away and leaves Yoochun his pet and money to take care of it. But the pet isn't anything Yoochun is expecting, and suddenly he has to figure out how to help someone else while his own life is a fucking mess.
Warning: implied abuse, slavery, and pedophilia. Both Yoochun and Junsu are 27 when this fic starts This fic isn't really angsty. I mean ... it's going to be emotional, but it's going to have a happy ending.
A/N: I have no idea how long this fic will be or when I will update it. It's just one of those fics that shoulda been a one shot but isn't going to be.
A/N2: Fic is for willowwing, baileymoyes and xtooline because they are awesome and I love them!
A/N3: I am tired and I don't feel like replying to comments, but I will. <3 to you all!
Poster credit goes to back-to-five!! It's gorgeous! <3
Part 2:
Warning: implied abuse, slavery, and pedophilia. Both Yoochun and Junsu are 27 when this fic starts
Friday nights always exhausted Yoochun. Today was worse; Yoochun could not keep his attention on his customers. He thought of Junsu and how he was going to live with another person. He also forgot that he had told his coworkers that his uncle had left him a pet, so he made up a story about getting there just to find a dog that ended up running off as soon as they were outside.
He did not ignore drunken offers to kiss half-sloshed pretty boys like he usually did, and he accepted more drinks than he should have and even managed to get a 50,000 won note tucked into his pants after letting a really drunk ajusshi grope him and rub up against him. He told his coworkers he was fine and he staggered home, mostly drunk, completely confused about why everything was pink and pretty and swirling around his head in soft smiles and lace. Everything at his fingertips felt like lace.
Yoochun woke up slightly sober, curled up against a brick wall.
It was dark and chilly, and he cursed, checking to make sure he still had his phone and wallet. He was lucky. He stood and his liquid-fried brain sloshed in his head. He shut his eyes and swayed into the wall. He managed a few steps, paused to throw up, and then continued on his way, using walls and lamp posts to keep himself steady.
The apartment was blessedly dark, and Yoochun collapsed on his bed to sleep. He woke up in the morning only from the incessant tug to piss from his bladder. It was almost ten, and Yoochun cursed, hoping he’d fall back to sleep. When he came out of the bathroom, he stopped at the head sticking up above the back of his couch. A face.
Right. Junsu.
Yoochun rubbed his face with his hands. “Right,” he muttered out loud.
Before Yoochun could say anything else, a low rumble echoed around the room. He narrowed his eyes at Junsu. “Did you eat?”
Junsu shook his head.
“Why not?”
“I ... you ...” Junsu bit his lip and looked down. “I need permission.”
“Oh fucking hell, no you don’t!” Yoochun yelled.
Junsu jumped and his head disappeared.
Yoochun shut his eyes with a sigh. “I am too fucking hungover for this,” he muttered and walked around the couch. Junsu was curled up on the couch, shaking.
“You don’t need my permission for anything,” Yoochun said softly. He sat down on the couch, reached to touch Junsu, and then stopped, putting his hand on his knee instead. “You can eat, sleep, go to the bathroom, watch TV, and hell, jerk off whenever you want. You can do whatever you want without me telling you to, okay?”
Junsu nodded. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. This is probably weird and confusing for you, and I should be aware of that. Are you hungry? Stupid question.”
Junsu smiled, but hid his face against his knee.
“Do you know how to cook?”
Junsu shook his head. “I ... I ate what was given to me.”
“Okay, then I’ll call for take out. What do you want to eat?”
“Anything you want, mast ... mast ... Yoochun.”
Yoochun took a deep breath of control before saying, “I’m not going to eat anything right now. I’m still half drunk. So you choose.”
Junsu shifted and sat up, legs curled up, arms around his knees. “I ... I can’t. I ... I don’t know what ... I don’t know what things are called.”
“Okay, I’ll just order something and you’ll tell me if you like it or not.”
Junsu nodded. “Okay.”
Yoochun called the small shop down the street that knew his order before he had to ask. Though this time he surprised them and ordered a hangover soup and a kimchi jjigae for Junsu. In the few minutes that it took for the food to arrive, Yoochun showed Junsu how to turn on the TV and told him to sleep whenever he wanted, and to write down all the things he wanted that he saw on TV.
“Wait, do you know how to read and write?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu shook his head.
“Fuck, okay. Then we’ll start there.”
Yoochun actually started with the arrival of the food. He gave Junsu the money and told him to go pay for it.
The delivery guy looked in at Yoochun, confused, but Yoochun said nothing. Junsu was very polite and said thank you and bowed at the man. After the door shut, and Junsu came back with their food, the smile on his face was so bright.
“Perfect,” Yoochun muttered, and then hastily added, “that was perfect.” Yoochun only had TV trays to eat on, he was lucky he even had two of those, and he had Junsu grab them and move them to the couch. Junsu watched Yoochun take out his food and then did the same, though he froze when it actually came to eating.
Yoochun took a few spoonfuls of the hot soup before looking over at Junsu. “What now? Do I have to feed you, too?”
Junsu shook his head.
“Then eat.”
“S-sorry. Just ...” He grabbed the plastic spoon that had come with his food and took a small swallow of the spicy soup. After a few bites, he said, “Master fed me from his fingers.”
“I will definitely not be doing that.”
Junsu nodded and his chest hitched, and Yoochun sighed when he saw a tear drip down Junsu’s cheek.
“Sorry,” Yoochun said. “I ... I’m not ...”
“Don’t apologize,” Junsu said softly. “I’m ... I just have to get used to ... doing things myself.”
“You will,” Yoochun said. “I’ll help you. I’m sorry if I lose patience with you. I’m not sure how ... to deal with this. What my uncle did to you was wrong.”
Junsu bit his lip again.
“What?”
Junsu shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Lie. Tell me.”
Junsu squirmed and again brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them. “He ... Master ... your uncle was very nice to me, despite what you may think. He did not hit me or abuse me, and only spanked me when I did something wrong, and then he ...”
Yoochun snorted. “He kept you as a pet, as a slave, and you’re a fucking human being.”
Junsu nodded, but Yoochun knew that Junsu was not convinced. He glared at his soup and took a few more bites.
“I am going back to bed,” Yoochun announced. “You can do what you want, okay? You can take a shower, you can go to the bathroom, you can change your clothes. My clothes should fit you. You can watch TV if you keep the volume low. You can masturbate, just again, keep the volume low. You can walk out that door and never come back if you want. Okay?”
Junsu nodded. “Okay.”
Yoochun stood up and went back to bed. It wasn’t until he crawled under the covers that he realized he had that entire conversation in his boxers and he’d been walking around in nothing but his boxers. He grumbled quietly to himself, felt his cheeks heat up, and turned to the side, away from the rest of the room. Away from Junsu.
Yoochun woke up to the neighbors fucking. He groaned, trying to tune out the sounds of the girl begging and crying for Daddy. It was only a half hour before his alarm went off.
“Fucking hell.”
“They’re really loud.”
Yoochun jerked in surprise, sitting up and blinking rapidly. Right, Junsu. Yoochun moaned and rubbed his face, falling back into bed. The girl screamed from the other side of the wall.
“One begs to be hit harder, the other begs to be left alone.”
“They’re both crazy.”
Junsu laughed, high and wild, and it made Yoochun smile. He sat back up. Junsu was sitting on the couch, once again with his knees curled up to his chest and arms around his knees. “Did you sleep?”
“A little. I’m ... I’m used to sleeping at night.”
“You can,” Yoochun said and stood up. “You can even sleep in my bed when I’m at work.”
Junsu smiled but at his knees.
“And you’re still wearing those clothes? Honestly, you can shower and change and wear my clothes, okay?”
Junsu nodded.
Yoochun lit a cigarette and went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. He wondered if Junsu wanted some, but decided not to brew extra. It was better if he slept, and Junsu probably hadn’t had coffee before.
“Do you want a bowl of cereal?” Yoochun asked instead.
“Yes, please.”
Yoochun took the two bowls from the cupboard he owned. He poured some generic cereal into both and added a little milk. He turned around and leaned against the counter to eat. Junsu looked over at him and then slowly stood up and joined him, mirroring his position. After the first spoonful, he smiled widely and ate faster.
“You like that?”
He nodded. “It’s good. Sweet.”
“And cheap.”
Yoochun finished his bowl just as the coffee finished brewing. He poured it black into his cup and took that first perfect sip.
“What’s it taste like?”
Yoochun offered him the cup. “Be careful. It’s hot.”
Junsu did take a small sip and made a face and stuck out his tongue.
Yoochun chuckled. “That’s why most people drink it with cream and sugar.”
“Why don’t you?”
“I never have. I guess I’m just used to it. I like the flavor.” He picked up his burning cigarette for a drag, and Junsu leaned away from it.
“You don’t like that flavor do you?”
Yoochun smiled. “Nope. This is just an addiction.”
“They stink.”
Yoochun frowned, and Junsu dropped his eyes and apologized softly. Yoochun doused the cigarette in an ashtray.
“I didn’t mean to be critical, mast-Yoochun.”
“No, you’re right. They do stink. I’m going to take a shower.” Yoochun slipped around him and went to the bathroom to get ready for his day. When he emerged clean and mostly human, he hadn’t necessarily forgotten that he had a roommate, but he was so used to walking out of the bathroom naked that he didn’t even notice until he met Junsu’s eyes, eyes that did not stay on his face for long and slowly dropped to the rest of his body. Yoochun cursed and lowered the towel to cover his bottom half. Junsu meeped and spun around.
“Sorry,” Yoochun said and hurried to his dresser.. “God, I need to get used to sharing space.” His foot got caught on his boxers and he cursed again and ended up falling onto the bed with one leg twisted up and the boxers in a twist around his ankle.
Junsu laughed.
And Yoochun mentally cursed his life, collapsed on the bed and just lay there, listening to Junsu laugh. And then he started laughing too.
He looked over at Junsu, who was watching him, covering his mouth, trying to control his laughter. Yoochun sat up and finished pulling on the boxers.
“You have a tattoo,” Junsu said.
Yoochun winced and sighed. “Yeah.”
“What is it?”
“It ... it says ‘mate’ in English.”
“Why?”
Yoochun’s chest tightened with pain that he had thought he had finally forgotten. “I’d rather not talk about it.” He pulled out a pair of jeans violently from his dresser.
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Fuck, you apologize a lot.” He squirmed his way into his jeans.
“I have to.”
“So you don’t get in trouble?” Yoochun pulled a tank top over his head and looked over at him.
Junsu bit his lip and then he nodded. “Sorry. Um, sorry. Um ...”
Yoochun chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. Just stop. Okay?”
Junsu nodded. “I’ll try.”
Yoochun finished dressing with a tight black button down over the tank top. He went into the bathroom and finished getting ready for work. He ran his fingers through his hair and quickly yanked it back. He needed a haircut. He let the long lengths fall around his face again. He huffed in annoyance.
When he left the bedroom, Junsu was on the couch, curled up, eyes shut.
Yoochun smiled and then touched his shoulder. “Hey, seriously, you can sleep on the bed.”
Junsu smiled up at him and shook his head. “I ... I don’t want to be on a separate schedule from you. I don’t want to disturb you when you’re sleeping.”
Yoochun was going to tell him that it was okay, but he was sure Junsu would only apologize again. Instead, he smiled and said, “That’s probably a good idea. Then we can sleep together.”
Junsu’s eyes went wide.
“Oh ... um, not together, not ... but sleep ... at the same time. Fuck.”
Junsu laughed and reached up to grab Yoochun’s arms. “Yes, let’s sleep together. At the same time.”
Yoochun smiled, and he reached over and ruffled that pink hair. “Punk. I’ll see you later.”
“Have a good day at work, Yoochun-shi.”
Yoochun nodded and left with a smile on his face. It felt really good to smile. His coworkers made a few jibes about his good mood, that he must have found someone to fuck away his bad mood from the night before. He took everything in good humor, and could not stop smiling. He didn’t let nearly as many drunk men kiss and touch him, but managed to go home with more tips than the night before. He arrived home, sober and in tact, at about four in the morning.
The neighbors were quiet. The blanket from one window lay in folds, hanging from only a few pins. Light from the city brightened the apartment enough for him to see his way.
Junsu lay at the end of his bed, curled up, asleep with one arm under his head. His pink hair was spread over the mattress, the light showing the color. Yoochun wondered if Junsu would want to dye it. He noticed that Junsu had put on one of his long sleeved shirts. Yoochun was glad that he had done that and taken the blanket down, showing a bit more of his ability to do things on his own.
Yoochun watched him for a moment. Everything about Junsu was so very delicate. His hair, his lips, his skin, his eyes, his hands, his feet.
It came from a pampered life that Yoochun knew he could not afford. Sooner or later, Junsu was going to leave him, become part of the world. Yoochun wished he could stop that. As fucked up as what his uncle did was, maybe part of it was good. Maybe. Keeping Junsu away from the pain and fuckery of real life.
The world was a fucked up place too, and real life sucked. At least for Yoochun.
He slipped out of his jeans and shirt, and into a pair of sweatpants.
The bed moved.
“Hm, master.”
Yoochun froze and looked over at Junsu. “What?”
Junsu frowned and his eyes opened slowly. He met Yoochun’s gaze and then he glanced away. “S-sorr ... so ... sorry.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Junsu sat up and frowned, and then turned wide eyes to the window. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I was ...” He stood up and attempted to put the blanket over the window again. “I was ... just wanted to see--”
Yoochun stopped his hands and said, “Leave it. It’s fine. I have them up to block the sun during the day.”
“I was going to put them back before you got home and I was ... I’m sorry.”
Yoochun gripped his shoulders. “Junsu, calm down. It’s fine. And what did I say about apologizing for everything?”
Junsu bit his lip.
Yoochun smiled. “I’m going to order some food and watch TV for a bit. Are you hungry?”
Junsu nodded. “Yes.”
“Didn’t you eat while I was gone?”
“I ... I fell asleep before ... right after ... the sun set. I ... I’m sorry.”
Yoochun shut his eyes in slight annoyance and then used the grip on Junsu’s shoulders to pull him to the couch. He pushed Junsu to the couch and sat next to him. He pulled out his phone and called for food, this time ordering his usual tteokbokki. He had Junsu pay the delivery guy again and they sat and ate and watched TV. After awhile, Yoochun looked over at Junsu; he was asleep again.
Yoochun got up carefully. He finished unpinning the blanket from the window and laid it over Junsu. He stared out over the city and smoked a cigarette before going to bed. He woke up when his alarm went off. The room was dark again, the blanket back in place. It was such a small thing, so considerate. It made Yoochun smile.
Yoochun had been smiling a lot lately. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. It wasn’t even six.
Junsu stood in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water. His clothes were different again (sweats and one of Yoochun’s t-shirts).
Yoochun reached for a cigarette, but he remembered about the smell. He stood up and unpinned enough of the blanket to open the window. He sat on the end of the bed and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke out the window. He looked back into the kitchen to see Junsu watching him.
“Hi.”
Junsu blushed and looked down, rubbing his arms. “Hi.”
“Did you sleep well?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. Still a bit tired.”
“Me, too.” Yoochun took a few more drags in the silence. “I don’t have to work today,” he finally continued. “I figure we can go spend some of this money that my uncle has left you and go buy you some things.”
“Oh, um ...”
Yoochun glanced over at him. He was rubbing his arm even faster.
“You don’t want to?”
Junsu bit his lip, worrying it and not looking up from the floor. “I don’t know. I ... I haven’t been outside in seventeen years.”
Yoochun stood up. “I’m not going to force you to come with me, but you can, if you want. If you want to stay here, you can stay here. Okay?”
Junsu nodded.
“Think about it. I’m going to go take a shower.”
“Do ... do you want coffee? I can make it for you?”
Yoochun thought about that and said, “Do you want to make me coffee, or are you making it because you think you should and that you have to?”
Junsu bit his lip again.
“I’ll make it when I’m done with my shower,” Yoochun said.
“Okay,” Junsu whispered, weakly. Chest hitching.
Yoochun hurried into the bathroom. When he was through with his shower, he remembered to keep the towel around his waist, but then got to the dresser and had to drop it to get on some boxers. He waited until he had on a pair of slightly loose fitting jeans, holes up one leg, before turning to Junsu. He was still in the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen.
“Well?”
Junsu shut his eyes and leaned his head back. “I ... I don’t know. I ...” He looked at Yoochun. “Tell me to come with you.”
Yoochun smiled. “I can’t do that, Junsu. It’s your decision.”
“I know, but I ... want to go, but it’s ... it’s ... I haven’t been ... never outside, and only ...” Junsu broke off with a growl and rubbed his face.
Yoochun understood, but said, “If you want to come with me, then you’re coming with me.” He dug into his jean drawer and found a pair of black jeans that he rarely wore anymore. He moved over to Junsu and held them out. “Here, put these on, and then we’ll go out. You need shoes and some food, and clothes.”
Cautiously, Junsu took them. He met Yoochun’s eyes, his own look a bit wild and afraid.
“I won’t leave you alone out there,” Yoochun whispered and touched his shoulder. Junsu leaned into the contact. “I’ll be right next to you, and if you’re uncomfortable at all, we’ll come right back home. Okay?”
Junsu nodded and hurried past him into the bathroom.
Part 3: Clothes
Part 1: Lace
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Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't my pets or my toys or my slaves and that is so unfortunate.
Summary: Yoochun's eccentric uncle passes away and leaves Yoochun his pet and money to take care of it. But the pet isn't anything Yoochun is expecting, and suddenly he has to figure out how to help someone else while his own life is a fucking mess.
Warning: implied abuse, slavery, and pedophilia. Both Yoochun and Junsu are 27 when this fic starts This fic isn't really angsty. I mean ... it's going to be emotional, but it's going to have a happy ending.
A/N: I have no idea how long this fic will be or when I will update it. It's just one of those fics that shoulda been a one shot but isn't going to be.
A/N2: Fic is for willowwing, baileymoyes and xtooline because they are awesome and I love them!
A/N3: I am tired and I don't feel like replying to comments, but I will. <3 to you all!
Poster credit goes to back-to-five!! It's gorgeous! <3
Part 2:
Warning: implied abuse, slavery, and pedophilia. Both Yoochun and Junsu are 27 when this fic starts
Friday nights always exhausted Yoochun. Today was worse; Yoochun could not keep his attention on his customers. He thought of Junsu and how he was going to live with another person. He also forgot that he had told his coworkers that his uncle had left him a pet, so he made up a story about getting there just to find a dog that ended up running off as soon as they were outside.
He did not ignore drunken offers to kiss half-sloshed pretty boys like he usually did, and he accepted more drinks than he should have and even managed to get a 50,000 won note tucked into his pants after letting a really drunk ajusshi grope him and rub up against him. He told his coworkers he was fine and he staggered home, mostly drunk, completely confused about why everything was pink and pretty and swirling around his head in soft smiles and lace. Everything at his fingertips felt like lace.
Yoochun woke up slightly sober, curled up against a brick wall.
It was dark and chilly, and he cursed, checking to make sure he still had his phone and wallet. He was lucky. He stood and his liquid-fried brain sloshed in his head. He shut his eyes and swayed into the wall. He managed a few steps, paused to throw up, and then continued on his way, using walls and lamp posts to keep himself steady.
The apartment was blessedly dark, and Yoochun collapsed on his bed to sleep. He woke up in the morning only from the incessant tug to piss from his bladder. It was almost ten, and Yoochun cursed, hoping he’d fall back to sleep. When he came out of the bathroom, he stopped at the head sticking up above the back of his couch. A face.
Right. Junsu.
Yoochun rubbed his face with his hands. “Right,” he muttered out loud.
Before Yoochun could say anything else, a low rumble echoed around the room. He narrowed his eyes at Junsu. “Did you eat?”
Junsu shook his head.
“Why not?”
“I ... you ...” Junsu bit his lip and looked down. “I need permission.”
“Oh fucking hell, no you don’t!” Yoochun yelled.
Junsu jumped and his head disappeared.
Yoochun shut his eyes with a sigh. “I am too fucking hungover for this,” he muttered and walked around the couch. Junsu was curled up on the couch, shaking.
“You don’t need my permission for anything,” Yoochun said softly. He sat down on the couch, reached to touch Junsu, and then stopped, putting his hand on his knee instead. “You can eat, sleep, go to the bathroom, watch TV, and hell, jerk off whenever you want. You can do whatever you want without me telling you to, okay?”
Junsu nodded. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. This is probably weird and confusing for you, and I should be aware of that. Are you hungry? Stupid question.”
Junsu smiled, but hid his face against his knee.
“Do you know how to cook?”
Junsu shook his head. “I ... I ate what was given to me.”
“Okay, then I’ll call for take out. What do you want to eat?”
“Anything you want, mast ... mast ... Yoochun.”
Yoochun took a deep breath of control before saying, “I’m not going to eat anything right now. I’m still half drunk. So you choose.”
Junsu shifted and sat up, legs curled up, arms around his knees. “I ... I can’t. I ... I don’t know what ... I don’t know what things are called.”
“Okay, I’ll just order something and you’ll tell me if you like it or not.”
Junsu nodded. “Okay.”
Yoochun called the small shop down the street that knew his order before he had to ask. Though this time he surprised them and ordered a hangover soup and a kimchi jjigae for Junsu. In the few minutes that it took for the food to arrive, Yoochun showed Junsu how to turn on the TV and told him to sleep whenever he wanted, and to write down all the things he wanted that he saw on TV.
“Wait, do you know how to read and write?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu shook his head.
“Fuck, okay. Then we’ll start there.”
Yoochun actually started with the arrival of the food. He gave Junsu the money and told him to go pay for it.
The delivery guy looked in at Yoochun, confused, but Yoochun said nothing. Junsu was very polite and said thank you and bowed at the man. After the door shut, and Junsu came back with their food, the smile on his face was so bright.
“Perfect,” Yoochun muttered, and then hastily added, “that was perfect.” Yoochun only had TV trays to eat on, he was lucky he even had two of those, and he had Junsu grab them and move them to the couch. Junsu watched Yoochun take out his food and then did the same, though he froze when it actually came to eating.
Yoochun took a few spoonfuls of the hot soup before looking over at Junsu. “What now? Do I have to feed you, too?”
Junsu shook his head.
“Then eat.”
“S-sorry. Just ...” He grabbed the plastic spoon that had come with his food and took a small swallow of the spicy soup. After a few bites, he said, “Master fed me from his fingers.”
“I will definitely not be doing that.”
Junsu nodded and his chest hitched, and Yoochun sighed when he saw a tear drip down Junsu’s cheek.
“Sorry,” Yoochun said. “I ... I’m not ...”
“Don’t apologize,” Junsu said softly. “I’m ... I just have to get used to ... doing things myself.”
“You will,” Yoochun said. “I’ll help you. I’m sorry if I lose patience with you. I’m not sure how ... to deal with this. What my uncle did to you was wrong.”
Junsu bit his lip again.
“What?”
Junsu shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Lie. Tell me.”
Junsu squirmed and again brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them. “He ... Master ... your uncle was very nice to me, despite what you may think. He did not hit me or abuse me, and only spanked me when I did something wrong, and then he ...”
Yoochun snorted. “He kept you as a pet, as a slave, and you’re a fucking human being.”
Junsu nodded, but Yoochun knew that Junsu was not convinced. He glared at his soup and took a few more bites.
“I am going back to bed,” Yoochun announced. “You can do what you want, okay? You can take a shower, you can go to the bathroom, you can change your clothes. My clothes should fit you. You can watch TV if you keep the volume low. You can masturbate, just again, keep the volume low. You can walk out that door and never come back if you want. Okay?”
Junsu nodded. “Okay.”
Yoochun stood up and went back to bed. It wasn’t until he crawled under the covers that he realized he had that entire conversation in his boxers and he’d been walking around in nothing but his boxers. He grumbled quietly to himself, felt his cheeks heat up, and turned to the side, away from the rest of the room. Away from Junsu.
Yoochun woke up to the neighbors fucking. He groaned, trying to tune out the sounds of the girl begging and crying for Daddy. It was only a half hour before his alarm went off.
“Fucking hell.”
“They’re really loud.”
Yoochun jerked in surprise, sitting up and blinking rapidly. Right, Junsu. Yoochun moaned and rubbed his face, falling back into bed. The girl screamed from the other side of the wall.
“One begs to be hit harder, the other begs to be left alone.”
“They’re both crazy.”
Junsu laughed, high and wild, and it made Yoochun smile. He sat back up. Junsu was sitting on the couch, once again with his knees curled up to his chest and arms around his knees. “Did you sleep?”
“A little. I’m ... I’m used to sleeping at night.”
“You can,” Yoochun said and stood up. “You can even sleep in my bed when I’m at work.”
Junsu smiled but at his knees.
“And you’re still wearing those clothes? Honestly, you can shower and change and wear my clothes, okay?”
Junsu nodded.
Yoochun lit a cigarette and went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. He wondered if Junsu wanted some, but decided not to brew extra. It was better if he slept, and Junsu probably hadn’t had coffee before.
“Do you want a bowl of cereal?” Yoochun asked instead.
“Yes, please.”
Yoochun took the two bowls from the cupboard he owned. He poured some generic cereal into both and added a little milk. He turned around and leaned against the counter to eat. Junsu looked over at him and then slowly stood up and joined him, mirroring his position. After the first spoonful, he smiled widely and ate faster.
“You like that?”
He nodded. “It’s good. Sweet.”
“And cheap.”
Yoochun finished his bowl just as the coffee finished brewing. He poured it black into his cup and took that first perfect sip.
“What’s it taste like?”
Yoochun offered him the cup. “Be careful. It’s hot.”
Junsu did take a small sip and made a face and stuck out his tongue.
Yoochun chuckled. “That’s why most people drink it with cream and sugar.”
“Why don’t you?”
“I never have. I guess I’m just used to it. I like the flavor.” He picked up his burning cigarette for a drag, and Junsu leaned away from it.
“You don’t like that flavor do you?”
Yoochun smiled. “Nope. This is just an addiction.”
“They stink.”
Yoochun frowned, and Junsu dropped his eyes and apologized softly. Yoochun doused the cigarette in an ashtray.
“I didn’t mean to be critical, mast-Yoochun.”
“No, you’re right. They do stink. I’m going to take a shower.” Yoochun slipped around him and went to the bathroom to get ready for his day. When he emerged clean and mostly human, he hadn’t necessarily forgotten that he had a roommate, but he was so used to walking out of the bathroom naked that he didn’t even notice until he met Junsu’s eyes, eyes that did not stay on his face for long and slowly dropped to the rest of his body. Yoochun cursed and lowered the towel to cover his bottom half. Junsu meeped and spun around.
“Sorry,” Yoochun said and hurried to his dresser.. “God, I need to get used to sharing space.” His foot got caught on his boxers and he cursed again and ended up falling onto the bed with one leg twisted up and the boxers in a twist around his ankle.
Junsu laughed.
And Yoochun mentally cursed his life, collapsed on the bed and just lay there, listening to Junsu laugh. And then he started laughing too.
He looked over at Junsu, who was watching him, covering his mouth, trying to control his laughter. Yoochun sat up and finished pulling on the boxers.
“You have a tattoo,” Junsu said.
Yoochun winced and sighed. “Yeah.”
“What is it?”
“It ... it says ‘mate’ in English.”
“Why?”
Yoochun’s chest tightened with pain that he had thought he had finally forgotten. “I’d rather not talk about it.” He pulled out a pair of jeans violently from his dresser.
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Fuck, you apologize a lot.” He squirmed his way into his jeans.
“I have to.”
“So you don’t get in trouble?” Yoochun pulled a tank top over his head and looked over at him.
Junsu bit his lip and then he nodded. “Sorry. Um, sorry. Um ...”
Yoochun chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. Just stop. Okay?”
Junsu nodded. “I’ll try.”
Yoochun finished dressing with a tight black button down over the tank top. He went into the bathroom and finished getting ready for work. He ran his fingers through his hair and quickly yanked it back. He needed a haircut. He let the long lengths fall around his face again. He huffed in annoyance.
When he left the bedroom, Junsu was on the couch, curled up, eyes shut.
Yoochun smiled and then touched his shoulder. “Hey, seriously, you can sleep on the bed.”
Junsu smiled up at him and shook his head. “I ... I don’t want to be on a separate schedule from you. I don’t want to disturb you when you’re sleeping.”
Yoochun was going to tell him that it was okay, but he was sure Junsu would only apologize again. Instead, he smiled and said, “That’s probably a good idea. Then we can sleep together.”
Junsu’s eyes went wide.
“Oh ... um, not together, not ... but sleep ... at the same time. Fuck.”
Junsu laughed and reached up to grab Yoochun’s arms. “Yes, let’s sleep together. At the same time.”
Yoochun smiled, and he reached over and ruffled that pink hair. “Punk. I’ll see you later.”
“Have a good day at work, Yoochun-shi.”
Yoochun nodded and left with a smile on his face. It felt really good to smile. His coworkers made a few jibes about his good mood, that he must have found someone to fuck away his bad mood from the night before. He took everything in good humor, and could not stop smiling. He didn’t let nearly as many drunk men kiss and touch him, but managed to go home with more tips than the night before. He arrived home, sober and in tact, at about four in the morning.
The neighbors were quiet. The blanket from one window lay in folds, hanging from only a few pins. Light from the city brightened the apartment enough for him to see his way.
Junsu lay at the end of his bed, curled up, asleep with one arm under his head. His pink hair was spread over the mattress, the light showing the color. Yoochun wondered if Junsu would want to dye it. He noticed that Junsu had put on one of his long sleeved shirts. Yoochun was glad that he had done that and taken the blanket down, showing a bit more of his ability to do things on his own.
Yoochun watched him for a moment. Everything about Junsu was so very delicate. His hair, his lips, his skin, his eyes, his hands, his feet.
It came from a pampered life that Yoochun knew he could not afford. Sooner or later, Junsu was going to leave him, become part of the world. Yoochun wished he could stop that. As fucked up as what his uncle did was, maybe part of it was good. Maybe. Keeping Junsu away from the pain and fuckery of real life.
The world was a fucked up place too, and real life sucked. At least for Yoochun.
He slipped out of his jeans and shirt, and into a pair of sweatpants.
The bed moved.
“Hm, master.”
Yoochun froze and looked over at Junsu. “What?”
Junsu frowned and his eyes opened slowly. He met Yoochun’s gaze and then he glanced away. “S-sorr ... so ... sorry.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Junsu sat up and frowned, and then turned wide eyes to the window. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I was ...” He stood up and attempted to put the blanket over the window again. “I was ... just wanted to see--”
Yoochun stopped his hands and said, “Leave it. It’s fine. I have them up to block the sun during the day.”
“I was going to put them back before you got home and I was ... I’m sorry.”
Yoochun gripped his shoulders. “Junsu, calm down. It’s fine. And what did I say about apologizing for everything?”
Junsu bit his lip.
Yoochun smiled. “I’m going to order some food and watch TV for a bit. Are you hungry?”
Junsu nodded. “Yes.”
“Didn’t you eat while I was gone?”
“I ... I fell asleep before ... right after ... the sun set. I ... I’m sorry.”
Yoochun shut his eyes in slight annoyance and then used the grip on Junsu’s shoulders to pull him to the couch. He pushed Junsu to the couch and sat next to him. He pulled out his phone and called for food, this time ordering his usual tteokbokki. He had Junsu pay the delivery guy again and they sat and ate and watched TV. After awhile, Yoochun looked over at Junsu; he was asleep again.
Yoochun got up carefully. He finished unpinning the blanket from the window and laid it over Junsu. He stared out over the city and smoked a cigarette before going to bed. He woke up when his alarm went off. The room was dark again, the blanket back in place. It was such a small thing, so considerate. It made Yoochun smile.
Yoochun had been smiling a lot lately. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. It wasn’t even six.
Junsu stood in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water. His clothes were different again (sweats and one of Yoochun’s t-shirts).
Yoochun reached for a cigarette, but he remembered about the smell. He stood up and unpinned enough of the blanket to open the window. He sat on the end of the bed and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke out the window. He looked back into the kitchen to see Junsu watching him.
“Hi.”
Junsu blushed and looked down, rubbing his arms. “Hi.”
“Did you sleep well?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. Still a bit tired.”
“Me, too.” Yoochun took a few more drags in the silence. “I don’t have to work today,” he finally continued. “I figure we can go spend some of this money that my uncle has left you and go buy you some things.”
“Oh, um ...”
Yoochun glanced over at him. He was rubbing his arm even faster.
“You don’t want to?”
Junsu bit his lip, worrying it and not looking up from the floor. “I don’t know. I ... I haven’t been outside in seventeen years.”
Yoochun stood up. “I’m not going to force you to come with me, but you can, if you want. If you want to stay here, you can stay here. Okay?”
Junsu nodded.
“Think about it. I’m going to go take a shower.”
“Do ... do you want coffee? I can make it for you?”
Yoochun thought about that and said, “Do you want to make me coffee, or are you making it because you think you should and that you have to?”
Junsu bit his lip again.
“I’ll make it when I’m done with my shower,” Yoochun said.
“Okay,” Junsu whispered, weakly. Chest hitching.
Yoochun hurried into the bathroom. When he was through with his shower, he remembered to keep the towel around his waist, but then got to the dresser and had to drop it to get on some boxers. He waited until he had on a pair of slightly loose fitting jeans, holes up one leg, before turning to Junsu. He was still in the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen.
“Well?”
Junsu shut his eyes and leaned his head back. “I ... I don’t know. I ...” He looked at Yoochun. “Tell me to come with you.”
Yoochun smiled. “I can’t do that, Junsu. It’s your decision.”
“I know, but I ... want to go, but it’s ... it’s ... I haven’t been ... never outside, and only ...” Junsu broke off with a growl and rubbed his face.
Yoochun understood, but said, “If you want to come with me, then you’re coming with me.” He dug into his jean drawer and found a pair of black jeans that he rarely wore anymore. He moved over to Junsu and held them out. “Here, put these on, and then we’ll go out. You need shoes and some food, and clothes.”
Cautiously, Junsu took them. He met Yoochun’s eyes, his own look a bit wild and afraid.
“I won’t leave you alone out there,” Yoochun whispered and touched his shoulder. Junsu leaned into the contact. “I’ll be right next to you, and if you’re uncomfortable at all, we’ll come right back home. Okay?”
Junsu nodded and hurried past him into the bathroom.
Part 3: Clothes
Part 1: Lace
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