The Arrow's Flight 6/?
Title: The Arrow's Flight 6/?
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu (Jaejoong/fc, Yunho/Heechul, Yoochun/Yoohwan [incest], Junho/fc)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Here is another world that I wish existed in a place other than my mind, but it doesn't and I don't own them and I can only place them into this delusion.
Summary: Greed and corruption rule two neighboring kingdoms: The Kingdom of Mountains and the Kingdom of Trees. Two princes are planning a coup. Their success or failure depends on the shadow in the woods, the rogue of the forests, the arrow in the sky.
A/N: Totally inspired by Robin Hood. Can you blame me?
Warning: het
Part 6:
The Bracer
The bracer is a sheath positioned on the bow arm that prevents the bowstring from slapping the arm or catching sleeves. http://www.3riversarchery.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/8540X.jpg.
Junsu continued to wake up throughout the day, sometimes in pain, sometimes not. Changmin stayed by his side, giving him water and sips of broth that Yoona had prepared for him. He stayed until Siwon ordered him out and into a bed to sleep.
Grumbling, Changmin followed his orders, but only because now that Junsu was awake, Siwon gave him medicine that controlled the pain to an extent, but it also made Junsu sleep for long hours.
“He’s through the worst of it,” Siwon had said. “We’ll continue to monitor him for infection, but there is nothing you can do holding vigil by his bed except make yourself sick and exhausted.”
Changmin hated it when Siwon was right, but as a previous palace doctor, Siwon knew what he was talking about, and Changmin went to Heechul’s bed, collapsed on it and did not move for hours.
When he woke up and actually felt rested, it was dark, just after sunset. He was only mildly surprised that Yoochun stood near the door of his room.
He sat up and stretched. Yoochun had his arms crossed over his chest, not threatening but not welcoming either. A cup sat on his table. He lifted an eyebrow at Yoochun.
“Tea, from Yoona.”
Changmin nodded. He thought for a moment of poison, but he trusted Yoochun almost as much as he trusted Heechul and Yunho. Maybe even more.
He lifted the cup and sipped at the green tea. “Where’s your other half?” Changmin asked.
“Recovering,” Yoochun said with smirk.
Changmin knew better than to ask. “And you’re here why?”
“Chat.”
“You’re failing at that.” Changmin stood up and started his stretches. He did not pause in turning his back on Yoochun. His trust in the other man had not changed and he meant to show him that.
Yoochun snorted and finally said, “I feel like I don’t know you anymore.”
“And you tell me all your secrets?”
“You want to know what Yoohwan looks like with my dick in--”
Changmin held up a hand. “No, thank you. I’m not going to believe that is your only secret.”
“I’m not sure any of my secrets carry as heavy a weight as yours.”
“Why don’t you say what you want to say and get out?”
“Can I?” Yoochun said. “Talk to you still, I mean? Without worry of betrayal, without--”
“I already told you my plans. I am not going to abandon this or the people here. They may need me, but I need them too. I’ve lived here, in the trees, for longer than I ever lived in the palace. This is my home, and you.” Changmin sighed. “You are my brother, so is Yunho and Heechul and every man here. Every woman my mother, my sister. I lost my family too, and live here as you do, a place to feel safe and secure with people I can trust. I have never required anyone to divulge all their secrets to be here. I have only expected them to work, to do their share, to support each other. You have always done that, and Yoohwan has always done that.”
“And the prince?”
Changmin swallowed and shrugged. “Tell me what it feels like to see your heart yanked from your chest with no way of knowing when it will return.”
Yoochun was quiet for a long time. “I do not know what that feels like.”
Changmin nodded. “I always think that when this is over, when Junho and Jaejoong are kings, I will have time to be together with him, get to know each other. Maybe. Maybe we’ll hate each other.” He tried to smile. “It’s very sad that the most time I’ve spent with him has been over the last few days.”
“Pathetic.”
Changmin took a very deep breath. “You’re so lucky.”
“I know.”
“I plan on seeing this to its end, whatever end that may be. You and Yoohwan are more resourceful than many. The day you two decide to disappear is the day no one ever sees you again. I am actually surprised you’re still here.”
“Thank Yoohwan for that.”
“I will. I want you by my side. You’re both amazing fighters and archers, but I also understand if you no longer trust me.”
Yoochun looked at him for another long moment before turning around abruptly and leaving the room. Only seconds later, Heechul entered the room, and Changmin understood. Yoochun had heard him coming, leaving only for that reason.
“Did you jerk off in my bed?” Heechul asked, complete with obscene hand motions.
“Nope.”
“Too bad. Your prince is awake and asking for you.”
Changmin looked at the half-full cup of cold tea. Well, he needed it, so he tilted it back, swallowing it in two mouthfuls.
“If you bat your eyelashes at me, I’ll make you more.”
“I’ll go ask Yoona. You might poison me.”
“After last winter, that mess with an entire bucket of water being spilled over her bed and freezing overnight, you should be suspicious of her too. Yoona is crafty, probably just biding her time for the perfect moment.”
Changmin smiled and then frowned. “You did not deny that you might poison me.”
Heechul laughed and moved in close to him. One arm went around his neck, the other at his waist. Changmin stood still and only protested a little when Heechul kissed him. “How could I ever poison you, huh? You’re still the adorable gangly slip of a teenager who was too afraid to tell me you had no coin to pay me for relieving you of your virginity.”
Changmin felt his cheeks flush. “Shut up.”
Heechul laughed again and kissed him quickly. “But you did introduce me to Yunho, so don’t worry. You never have to repay that.”
“You may owe me.”
Heechul laughed again. “How about we’re even?”
Changmin nodded and finally hugged him. “Even. Thanks.”
“Yoochun may be a brooding stuck pig right now, but Yunho and I aren’t going anywhere. You know that right?”
“Yes, but it is good to hear.”
“Good. Now,” Heechul kissed his cheek. “Get over to your prince before I push you to my own bed to see how much you’ve learned since that adorable, awkward fumble in the village square.”
<|---------<<<
Junsu sat up against the wooden headboard, propped up on pillows donated from other beds in the village. He swallowed a few sips of broth on his own. His side twinged with minor pain. He watched the dusk turn to night, the spray of moonlight through the trees.
Siwon had left to get more bandages and medicine.
Junsu leaned back and breathed, trying to relax. Without meaning to, he fell back asleep, waking at a soft touch to his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled at Changmin. His throat closed, and he blinked back a sting in his eyes.
“Hi,” Changmin said and leaned forward and brushed a kiss to his lips.
Junsu whimpered, lifted a hand to Changmin’s head and kept him there with fingers tangled in a messily pulled back bun.
Their tongues touched, lightly at first, and then more firmly as Changmin pressed closer. Junsu’s hands slid down his neck, to his shoulders, and Changmin crawled into the bed, careful with his hands and careful not to break their kiss. He straddled Junsu’s thighs and used his own hands to pull at Junsu’s shorter hair.
By the time Changmin broke away, chest heaving with tight breaths, the two had shared their longest kiss ever.
The sting was back in Junsu’s eyes.
“Hi,” Changmin repeated, fingers soft on his cheeks.
Junsu smiled. “Hi.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Sore, weak, like a cart ran me over.”
Changmin nodded. “That’s actually good. It means your body is healing.”
“Doesn’t mean I like it.”
Changmin sat back on Junsu’s thighs. He lifted Junsu’s shirt and checked his bandages. Lifting the corners showed that the skin was a healing pink and not warm to the touch. And with the shirt up, Changmin’s fingers trailed up his uninjured side, making Junsu quiver and lean his head back with a sigh.
Changmin continued to touch him, up a little higher, brushing his fingertips over his nipples, and then lower, down to the band of his soft pants. Junsu’s breath sped up, his body taut.
“He is not well enough for you to be in bed with him,” Siwon said behind him.
Changmin smiled, looking at Junsu. “I know, but I cannot help myself.”
“You should be resting,” Siwon pressed.
“I promise I am not moving,” Junsu said.
“But even from here, I can tell your heart rate is higher, and your skin is flushed and sweaty.”
Changmin leaned down for one more kiss before he climbed from the bed. “I will control myself.”
“Not fair,” Junsu said with a pout.
Changmin laughed. “Get well, be strong, and well ... then I can climb into bed with you.” His cheeks flushed, all the way to his ears, and Junsu laughed at him.
Siwon smiled as he checked Junsu’s bandages. “You’ll continue to heal quickly if you rest and listen to me.”
Junsu nodded. “I will.”
“I want you to eat some solid food soon. Some vegetables. I’ll have Yoona bring you some now if you think you can eat.”
Junsu smiled. “Yeah. That’ll be good.”
“I’ll supervise,” Changmin said, sitting in the chair by his bed and reaching for his hand.
Junsu laughed and entwined their fingers.
“Don’t laugh. Supervising means making sure your food isn’t poisoned.”
“Your people wouldn’t ...”
Changmin shrugged. “I do not think they’d poison me. So if they know I’m eating your food first, then maybe not.”
“And Seohyun? Who is eating her food first?”
Siwon chuckled. “She eats it so fast that she hasn’t given anyone enough time to poison it. Don’t worry. Yoona, my wife, prepares your food and hers.”
“You seem so very familiar to me,” Junsu said.
Siwon smiled. “I was training to be a palace doctor for the Mountains Kingdom before my skills were re-appropriated.”
“That makes it sound like I kidnapped you,” Changmin argued.
Siwon shrugged. “If the boot fits, Max.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “Don’t let him sound like such a martyr. He wandered into our camp, and once someone sees it and knows where it is, we don’t let them leave. And he said himself that we had a need for his skills, so he has stayed.”
“Now that is noble,” Junsu said.
Siwon smiled. “Yes. Rest for a little while, please.” He looked at Changmin when he said this. “I will send Yoona over with some food.”
Junsu nodded. “Thank you, Siwon. If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead, giving my father yet another reason to start a war.”
“Another reason?” Changmin said, suddenly alert.
Junsu shook his head. “It does not take much.”
Changmin waited until Siwon was gone and then lifted an eyebrow. “Keeping secrets, my love?”
Junsu huffed. “Yes, but ...” He looked around. “They are really really big secrets.”
Changmin nodded. He understood. They were going to have to wait until they were alone. Relatively alone.
Yoona arrived a few minutes later, and Changmin had no problems just staring at Junsu. It was so different than looking at him from across a carriage, or while one of Changmin’s men held him hostage while Changmin looted his belongings.
Changmin, as promised, took the first few bites of Junsu’s vegetables before letting Junsu even try. He hoped his people were not stupid enough to poison a prince, but he had to be sure. Better a dead outlaw leader than a dead prince.
As soon as Junsu finished eating, Changmin went to the doorway. He held his tongue to the roof of his mouth and whistled the passcode for Yoochun and Yoohwan.
“What was that?” Junsu asked.
“We need to talk, and I don’t want anyone to listen in on us.”
“So you make a ‘top secret, don’t disturb, highly classified’ village-wide announcement?”
Changmin chuckled. “No. That was for Yoochun and Yoohwan, who are going to come and make sure no one listens in on us.”
“But they will hear!”
Changmin nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. “I trust them both with my life. And any plans we make will include both of them anyway.”
Junsu huffed.
Changmin smiled and leaned over him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “You’re so cute.”
Junsu crinkled his nose. “Annoying.”
Their next kiss was longer, straying too close to desperate for Junsu’s condition.
“You did not call us in here just to watch you two fuck, right?” Yoochun said from the door.
Changmin pulled away from Junsu’s mouth reluctantly. “Unfortunately no. He still isn’t well enough to fuck.”
“Doesn’t look like there’s anything wrong with his mouth, though.”
“Doctor’s orders,” Junsu muttered.
Yoochun chuckled. “What do you need?”
“Junsu and I need to talk. Privately. Without anyone listening in.”
Yoochun stared at him for a moment. “All right.”
“Can I kill anyone that gets close?” Yoohwan asked and patted his side where he held his throwing knives.
Changmin rolled his eyes. “No, what is wrong with you?”
Yoohwan smirked and said nothing.
Kid was crazy. Changmin shook his head.
“Corners,” Yoochun said to Yoohwan and they bumped fists before one turned one way and the other went the other way.
“You trust them?” Junsu whispered.
“With my life.” Junsu did not look convinced, so Changmin said, “I was ... lax one day about eight years ago. I did not completely check my surroundings before attacking a small guard of men. The four I thought were alone were suddenly twice that many, and I would have been killed if not for Yoochun and Yoohwan. They just materialized out of the air, helped defend me for no other reason than taking revenge for their family, and then just as quickly disappeared. They contacted me again a few months later, ambushed me in my own house that I had built, and more or less showed me how easily and told me how often they could have killed me but didn’t. The exact words that Yoochun used were, ‘I let you live because I admire your skills. Do you mind if we build a house next to yours?’ And I said yes, knowing that Yoochun would have slit my throat if I said no. This was after Yunho and Heechul joined me, and we had decided to build in the trees, and so Yoochun and Yoohwan’s house was the first in the trees.”
Junsu nodded. “Okay,” he said, then shifted and sighed.
“You need to tell me everything, Kim Junsu.”
Junsu huffed. “I know, it’s just ... hard, to ... I mean, I’m planning on murdering my father, and that’s just ... he’s not the greatest king, but he’s my father, and everything is complicated and blown out of my control. It’s hard ... and I can’t ... I’m having a hard time dealing with it. The fact that my guards betrayed me. They were sworn to secrecy.”
“Money will make people do crazy things.”
“Like become a woodland bandit?” he asked with a grin.
Changmin laughed. “Yes, just like that.”
Part 7: The Aim
Part 5: The Fletching
Part 4: The Limbs
Part 3: The Anchor
Part 2: The Grip
Part 1: The Shaft
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Pairing: Changmin/Junsu (Jaejoong/fc, Yunho/Heechul, Yoochun/Yoohwan [incest], Junho/fc)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Here is another world that I wish existed in a place other than my mind, but it doesn't and I don't own them and I can only place them into this delusion.
Summary: Greed and corruption rule two neighboring kingdoms: The Kingdom of Mountains and the Kingdom of Trees. Two princes are planning a coup. Their success or failure depends on the shadow in the woods, the rogue of the forests, the arrow in the sky.
A/N: Totally inspired by Robin Hood. Can you blame me?
Warning: het
Part 6:
The Bracer
The bracer is a sheath positioned on the bow arm that prevents the bowstring from slapping the arm or catching sleeves. http://www.3riversarchery.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/8540X.jpg.
Junsu continued to wake up throughout the day, sometimes in pain, sometimes not. Changmin stayed by his side, giving him water and sips of broth that Yoona had prepared for him. He stayed until Siwon ordered him out and into a bed to sleep.
Grumbling, Changmin followed his orders, but only because now that Junsu was awake, Siwon gave him medicine that controlled the pain to an extent, but it also made Junsu sleep for long hours.
“He’s through the worst of it,” Siwon had said. “We’ll continue to monitor him for infection, but there is nothing you can do holding vigil by his bed except make yourself sick and exhausted.”
Changmin hated it when Siwon was right, but as a previous palace doctor, Siwon knew what he was talking about, and Changmin went to Heechul’s bed, collapsed on it and did not move for hours.
When he woke up and actually felt rested, it was dark, just after sunset. He was only mildly surprised that Yoochun stood near the door of his room.
He sat up and stretched. Yoochun had his arms crossed over his chest, not threatening but not welcoming either. A cup sat on his table. He lifted an eyebrow at Yoochun.
“Tea, from Yoona.”
Changmin nodded. He thought for a moment of poison, but he trusted Yoochun almost as much as he trusted Heechul and Yunho. Maybe even more.
He lifted the cup and sipped at the green tea. “Where’s your other half?” Changmin asked.
“Recovering,” Yoochun said with smirk.
Changmin knew better than to ask. “And you’re here why?”
“Chat.”
“You’re failing at that.” Changmin stood up and started his stretches. He did not pause in turning his back on Yoochun. His trust in the other man had not changed and he meant to show him that.
Yoochun snorted and finally said, “I feel like I don’t know you anymore.”
“And you tell me all your secrets?”
“You want to know what Yoohwan looks like with my dick in--”
Changmin held up a hand. “No, thank you. I’m not going to believe that is your only secret.”
“I’m not sure any of my secrets carry as heavy a weight as yours.”
“Why don’t you say what you want to say and get out?”
“Can I?” Yoochun said. “Talk to you still, I mean? Without worry of betrayal, without--”
“I already told you my plans. I am not going to abandon this or the people here. They may need me, but I need them too. I’ve lived here, in the trees, for longer than I ever lived in the palace. This is my home, and you.” Changmin sighed. “You are my brother, so is Yunho and Heechul and every man here. Every woman my mother, my sister. I lost my family too, and live here as you do, a place to feel safe and secure with people I can trust. I have never required anyone to divulge all their secrets to be here. I have only expected them to work, to do their share, to support each other. You have always done that, and Yoohwan has always done that.”
“And the prince?”
Changmin swallowed and shrugged. “Tell me what it feels like to see your heart yanked from your chest with no way of knowing when it will return.”
Yoochun was quiet for a long time. “I do not know what that feels like.”
Changmin nodded. “I always think that when this is over, when Junho and Jaejoong are kings, I will have time to be together with him, get to know each other. Maybe. Maybe we’ll hate each other.” He tried to smile. “It’s very sad that the most time I’ve spent with him has been over the last few days.”
“Pathetic.”
Changmin took a very deep breath. “You’re so lucky.”
“I know.”
“I plan on seeing this to its end, whatever end that may be. You and Yoohwan are more resourceful than many. The day you two decide to disappear is the day no one ever sees you again. I am actually surprised you’re still here.”
“Thank Yoohwan for that.”
“I will. I want you by my side. You’re both amazing fighters and archers, but I also understand if you no longer trust me.”
Yoochun looked at him for another long moment before turning around abruptly and leaving the room. Only seconds later, Heechul entered the room, and Changmin understood. Yoochun had heard him coming, leaving only for that reason.
“Did you jerk off in my bed?” Heechul asked, complete with obscene hand motions.
“Nope.”
“Too bad. Your prince is awake and asking for you.”
Changmin looked at the half-full cup of cold tea. Well, he needed it, so he tilted it back, swallowing it in two mouthfuls.
“If you bat your eyelashes at me, I’ll make you more.”
“I’ll go ask Yoona. You might poison me.”
“After last winter, that mess with an entire bucket of water being spilled over her bed and freezing overnight, you should be suspicious of her too. Yoona is crafty, probably just biding her time for the perfect moment.”
Changmin smiled and then frowned. “You did not deny that you might poison me.”
Heechul laughed and moved in close to him. One arm went around his neck, the other at his waist. Changmin stood still and only protested a little when Heechul kissed him. “How could I ever poison you, huh? You’re still the adorable gangly slip of a teenager who was too afraid to tell me you had no coin to pay me for relieving you of your virginity.”
Changmin felt his cheeks flush. “Shut up.”
Heechul laughed again and kissed him quickly. “But you did introduce me to Yunho, so don’t worry. You never have to repay that.”
“You may owe me.”
Heechul laughed again. “How about we’re even?”
Changmin nodded and finally hugged him. “Even. Thanks.”
“Yoochun may be a brooding stuck pig right now, but Yunho and I aren’t going anywhere. You know that right?”
“Yes, but it is good to hear.”
“Good. Now,” Heechul kissed his cheek. “Get over to your prince before I push you to my own bed to see how much you’ve learned since that adorable, awkward fumble in the village square.”
<|---------<<<
Junsu sat up against the wooden headboard, propped up on pillows donated from other beds in the village. He swallowed a few sips of broth on his own. His side twinged with minor pain. He watched the dusk turn to night, the spray of moonlight through the trees.
Siwon had left to get more bandages and medicine.
Junsu leaned back and breathed, trying to relax. Without meaning to, he fell back asleep, waking at a soft touch to his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled at Changmin. His throat closed, and he blinked back a sting in his eyes.
“Hi,” Changmin said and leaned forward and brushed a kiss to his lips.
Junsu whimpered, lifted a hand to Changmin’s head and kept him there with fingers tangled in a messily pulled back bun.
Their tongues touched, lightly at first, and then more firmly as Changmin pressed closer. Junsu’s hands slid down his neck, to his shoulders, and Changmin crawled into the bed, careful with his hands and careful not to break their kiss. He straddled Junsu’s thighs and used his own hands to pull at Junsu’s shorter hair.
By the time Changmin broke away, chest heaving with tight breaths, the two had shared their longest kiss ever.
The sting was back in Junsu’s eyes.
“Hi,” Changmin repeated, fingers soft on his cheeks.
Junsu smiled. “Hi.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Sore, weak, like a cart ran me over.”
Changmin nodded. “That’s actually good. It means your body is healing.”
“Doesn’t mean I like it.”
Changmin sat back on Junsu’s thighs. He lifted Junsu’s shirt and checked his bandages. Lifting the corners showed that the skin was a healing pink and not warm to the touch. And with the shirt up, Changmin’s fingers trailed up his uninjured side, making Junsu quiver and lean his head back with a sigh.
Changmin continued to touch him, up a little higher, brushing his fingertips over his nipples, and then lower, down to the band of his soft pants. Junsu’s breath sped up, his body taut.
“He is not well enough for you to be in bed with him,” Siwon said behind him.
Changmin smiled, looking at Junsu. “I know, but I cannot help myself.”
“You should be resting,” Siwon pressed.
“I promise I am not moving,” Junsu said.
“But even from here, I can tell your heart rate is higher, and your skin is flushed and sweaty.”
Changmin leaned down for one more kiss before he climbed from the bed. “I will control myself.”
“Not fair,” Junsu said with a pout.
Changmin laughed. “Get well, be strong, and well ... then I can climb into bed with you.” His cheeks flushed, all the way to his ears, and Junsu laughed at him.
Siwon smiled as he checked Junsu’s bandages. “You’ll continue to heal quickly if you rest and listen to me.”
Junsu nodded. “I will.”
“I want you to eat some solid food soon. Some vegetables. I’ll have Yoona bring you some now if you think you can eat.”
Junsu smiled. “Yeah. That’ll be good.”
“I’ll supervise,” Changmin said, sitting in the chair by his bed and reaching for his hand.
Junsu laughed and entwined their fingers.
“Don’t laugh. Supervising means making sure your food isn’t poisoned.”
“Your people wouldn’t ...”
Changmin shrugged. “I do not think they’d poison me. So if they know I’m eating your food first, then maybe not.”
“And Seohyun? Who is eating her food first?”
Siwon chuckled. “She eats it so fast that she hasn’t given anyone enough time to poison it. Don’t worry. Yoona, my wife, prepares your food and hers.”
“You seem so very familiar to me,” Junsu said.
Siwon smiled. “I was training to be a palace doctor for the Mountains Kingdom before my skills were re-appropriated.”
“That makes it sound like I kidnapped you,” Changmin argued.
Siwon shrugged. “If the boot fits, Max.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “Don’t let him sound like such a martyr. He wandered into our camp, and once someone sees it and knows where it is, we don’t let them leave. And he said himself that we had a need for his skills, so he has stayed.”
“Now that is noble,” Junsu said.
Siwon smiled. “Yes. Rest for a little while, please.” He looked at Changmin when he said this. “I will send Yoona over with some food.”
Junsu nodded. “Thank you, Siwon. If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead, giving my father yet another reason to start a war.”
“Another reason?” Changmin said, suddenly alert.
Junsu shook his head. “It does not take much.”
Changmin waited until Siwon was gone and then lifted an eyebrow. “Keeping secrets, my love?”
Junsu huffed. “Yes, but ...” He looked around. “They are really really big secrets.”
Changmin nodded. He understood. They were going to have to wait until they were alone. Relatively alone.
Yoona arrived a few minutes later, and Changmin had no problems just staring at Junsu. It was so different than looking at him from across a carriage, or while one of Changmin’s men held him hostage while Changmin looted his belongings.
Changmin, as promised, took the first few bites of Junsu’s vegetables before letting Junsu even try. He hoped his people were not stupid enough to poison a prince, but he had to be sure. Better a dead outlaw leader than a dead prince.
As soon as Junsu finished eating, Changmin went to the doorway. He held his tongue to the roof of his mouth and whistled the passcode for Yoochun and Yoohwan.
“What was that?” Junsu asked.
“We need to talk, and I don’t want anyone to listen in on us.”
“So you make a ‘top secret, don’t disturb, highly classified’ village-wide announcement?”
Changmin chuckled. “No. That was for Yoochun and Yoohwan, who are going to come and make sure no one listens in on us.”
“But they will hear!”
Changmin nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. “I trust them both with my life. And any plans we make will include both of them anyway.”
Junsu huffed.
Changmin smiled and leaned over him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “You’re so cute.”
Junsu crinkled his nose. “Annoying.”
Their next kiss was longer, straying too close to desperate for Junsu’s condition.
“You did not call us in here just to watch you two fuck, right?” Yoochun said from the door.
Changmin pulled away from Junsu’s mouth reluctantly. “Unfortunately no. He still isn’t well enough to fuck.”
“Doesn’t look like there’s anything wrong with his mouth, though.”
“Doctor’s orders,” Junsu muttered.
Yoochun chuckled. “What do you need?”
“Junsu and I need to talk. Privately. Without anyone listening in.”
Yoochun stared at him for a moment. “All right.”
“Can I kill anyone that gets close?” Yoohwan asked and patted his side where he held his throwing knives.
Changmin rolled his eyes. “No, what is wrong with you?”
Yoohwan smirked and said nothing.
Kid was crazy. Changmin shook his head.
“Corners,” Yoochun said to Yoohwan and they bumped fists before one turned one way and the other went the other way.
“You trust them?” Junsu whispered.
“With my life.” Junsu did not look convinced, so Changmin said, “I was ... lax one day about eight years ago. I did not completely check my surroundings before attacking a small guard of men. The four I thought were alone were suddenly twice that many, and I would have been killed if not for Yoochun and Yoohwan. They just materialized out of the air, helped defend me for no other reason than taking revenge for their family, and then just as quickly disappeared. They contacted me again a few months later, ambushed me in my own house that I had built, and more or less showed me how easily and told me how often they could have killed me but didn’t. The exact words that Yoochun used were, ‘I let you live because I admire your skills. Do you mind if we build a house next to yours?’ And I said yes, knowing that Yoochun would have slit my throat if I said no. This was after Yunho and Heechul joined me, and we had decided to build in the trees, and so Yoochun and Yoohwan’s house was the first in the trees.”
Junsu nodded. “Okay,” he said, then shifted and sighed.
“You need to tell me everything, Kim Junsu.”
Junsu huffed. “I know, it’s just ... hard, to ... I mean, I’m planning on murdering my father, and that’s just ... he’s not the greatest king, but he’s my father, and everything is complicated and blown out of my control. It’s hard ... and I can’t ... I’m having a hard time dealing with it. The fact that my guards betrayed me. They were sworn to secrecy.”
“Money will make people do crazy things.”
“Like become a woodland bandit?” he asked with a grin.
Changmin laughed. “Yes, just like that.”
Part 7: The Aim
Part 5: The Fletching
Part 4: The Limbs
Part 3: The Anchor
Part 2: The Grip
Part 1: The Shaft
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