Through the crown of the sakura tree - 55
Author: Hikaru Del Sogno
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu (MinSu), Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Junsu’s apetite had grown considerably and mysteriously. Everyday, they would cook and have dinner like normal, but at night Junsu always whined for some street food, and both would walk out to have an extra meal close to midnight. By now, they have done almost all of the famous street dishes of Seoul.
Sometimes, after eating, Junsu would say he didn’t feel like walking, or was too sleepy to walk, and Changmin would have to piggyback him home. Sometimes, Junsu would fall asleep right on Changmin’s shoulder. Other times, he would suddenly start singing dumb songs. Changmin had never even suspected Junsu knew these songs, so he concluded all was just the effect of soju.
“1 plus 1 equals Gwiyomi
2 plus 2 equals Gwiyomi
3 plus 3 equals Gwiyomi
4 plus 4 equals Gwiyomi too
5 plus 5 equals Gwiyomi too
6 plus 6 equals chu chu chu chu chu chu
Gwiyomi”
Changmin kept his pace. Their shadows on the road alternating from long and short on the orange background. Junsu’s breath formed white steams next to Changmin’s cheek. His voice was drunkenly cheerful, husky and got slower with every step Changmin made as he approached his slumber.
“I’m Gwiyomi
Don’t look at other girls
No matter what they say
You’re mine
Don’t even talk to other girls
Please pinky promise me
That you’ll never leave me
That you’ll never leave me…”
Then while repeating some more times the "That you’ll never leave me" part, he would completely doze off. What Changmin didn't know was why there was a tinge of sadness there, even though the lyric was so childish.
One time they went to eat jjukkumi. The yellow light of the street lamp was right above their head and Junsu was particularly happy when he ordered for both of them. When the food came out, seeing Junsu’s full portion, Changmin couldn’t resist it anymore.
“Are you pregnant?” He blurted out.
“What?” Junsu stopped his eating.
“I just mean…” Changmin suddenly realized the dead mistake he had just committed, “You’ve been eating weird…”
Junsu didn’t say anything. He threw a chopstick and it hit just on Changmin’s head.
“Screw you, I’m a man.”
Then he continued with his food. “Besides, we haven’t done that in months. How can I get pregnant?”
Changmin was speechless. Junsu talked about it so casually that Changmin was totally taken aback.
On the other hand, he kind of rejoiced because what Junsu said meant that the pianist hadn’t done that with anyone but Changmin. So the Shim heir grinned, putting some of the octopus legs that Junsu liked so much on Junsu’s plate.
However, he would have to regret this action not long after, when he had to piggyback Junsu home. Junsu’s weight fluctuated wildly before and after he ate (even though his metabolism allowed all the fat to go away the next morning magically, so he always stayed thin - or all fat just went to his butt). This time it was one of the extreme cases. After climbing a number of stairs and got to the apartment finally, Changmin literally collapsed on the rug.
“God…” he shut his eyes, breathed out heavily. He didn’t mind piggybacking Junsu, but he certainly needed to catch up on basketball. Days of sedentariness at the office, luckily, hadn’t cost him his precious six packs, but certainly had made his strength go away a bit.
Changmin was still recovering when suddenly, he felt something so soft and warm at his mouth. His eyes opened to meet Junsu’s eyelashes at dangerous proximity, and the wetness that began to invade his own lips told him that Junsu was kissing him.
Changmin broke it off. “Junsu, don’t…” he said panickily.
Junsu frowned questioningly.
Changmin swallowed. “Don’t do things you’ll regret later-ah!”
Junsu had pushed Changmin down and Changmin breathed out with difficulty. ‘This is not good’ was the last thought that manage to sneak inside Changmin’s foggy reason, when Junsu went down on Changmin’s member. All the while his eyes were wide open, directed at Changmin. Looking down and seeing Junsu dawdle over his flesh rod got Changmin painfully hard. The heir moaned. Junsu smiled seductively, his eyes suddenly became so dark and sultry under the thick veil of eyelashes. His tongue worked wonders and soon his pink, flexible tongue was licking white precum from Changmin’s cock.
He leaned upwards swiftly like a leopard, and kissed Changmin wetly, while his hands unbuttoned Changmin’s and his own shirt.
Strangely, in the midst of all the heat and the salty taste of his own pre-cum, Changmin still tasted something like bitterness on Junsu’s lips. It got his heart ache but all was so vague that Changmin told himself it might only be his own illusion. He hoped it was only his own illusion.
All of Changmin’s trains of thought were cut when Junsu started lowering himself on Changmin’s hard cock. “Ehh…” the pianist moaned softly. The fingers on one of his hands were on Changmin’s toned abs. His face slowly got clouded with ecstasy, and to Changmin the sight was purely erotic. Despite the overwhelmingly pleasurable heat that was engulfing him, Changmin managed to keep his eyes open, so he would not miss anything of Junsu.
This was priceless, the face of Junsu in the midst of their love making. The pianist’s lips were red and moist. His clear skin was decorated with crystal-like beads of sweat. His nostrils were heaving, and the little Adam apple went up and down as he tried to gasp for air, because the pleasure was too much. The white shirt half way down Junsu's creamy shoulder, all buttons undone to reveal Junsu's naked torso... It was the first time that Changmin was aware it was love making when it was going on. One of his arms extended out to support Junsu’s slender waist, the other went upwards and his fingers touched lightly Junsu’s swollen, red nipples.
Junsu moaned at the contact between Changmin’s hands and his skin. He rode Changmin with languid rhythm, a hand took Changmin’s hand, putting Changmin’s index finger in his mouth and used his tongue to lick it all over, and the saliva ran down to Changmin’s palm. His gaze were locked in Changmin’s, and just like that they knew when the other one was at limit. When Junsu released, Changmin’s seeds also spurted out inside Junsu’s pink, abused hole.
Thick, opaquely white fluid ran down on the base of Changmin’s cock due to gravity, when Junsu lowered himself down and took Changmin’s quick breaths with his lips. Now the bitter undertone in between all the watery frictions was so clear, that Changmin had to direct his eyes to look at Junsu’s.
Junsu had sure caught Changmin’s point of questioning, but he said instead, “For your stupid pregnant joke…” And his talented fingers stroked Changmin’s hair so gently.
“…mmm,” Changmin made a sound. He felt so tired, and couldn’t really insist on an answer anymore. For the first time, he fell asleep before Junsu did after sex.
The next morning, Changmin went to the headquarters, because now that it was summer, he didn’t have to go to school. Jang Woohyun walked in first thing, and Changmin didn’t know whether this day was going to be a good day anymore.
The man whom Changmin suspected to be the most boring person that had ever set foot on earth cleared his voice, before commencing his tedious report.
Like all other times, Changmin could only flipped through the pile of documents in front of him, faking concentration. A sense of déjà vu hit him when he saw a design of the new building they were going to build in Japan, at the end of the pile. It reminded him of that time he had had the guts to swap the design of the Shim-Jung building with his own work, and how his father had got so angry.
Changmin inhaled deeply, then let out a long breath. His hand traced the outlines of the building. He was suddenly reminded also of the feeling when he was working on that design. How he had felt so much passion and love, and just known that Architecture was something that was meant for him.
This design for the Japanese building was actually good, but all the more it made a sense of desire flooded into Changmin’s heart. There was no reason Changmin had to fix the design himself anymore, instead, Changmin was overwhelmed with a sort of regret. He knew that he was capable of producing such a work, but he was never going to do, because he had other roles to fulfill.
He had lost Architecture. He couldn’t afford to lose Junsu, the only thing left that he knew he couldn’t do without, and who had given his life so much meaning.
Pursuing his thoughts was really a good way to pass the time, because before he knew it, it was already 11am. Jang Woohyun had to excuse himself for some other job, and Kibum walked in.
“Hey Minnie,” the handsome man flashed a smile.
“Hey Bum,” Changmin greeted. The other male threw his chin upwards. “How’s it going?”
Changmin sighed. “It’s okay. What brought you here?”
“Nothing much,” Kibum scratched his head, “Just wanna ask if you want to go to my family’s party tonight.”
“Nah,” Changmin started reading some documents, “I’m taking Junsu out for dinner.”
“Come on Changmin!” Kibum said.
“No. I really am taking Junsu out for dinner today,” Changmin looked up with a smile. He had to, because he wanted the bitterness on Junsu’s lips to go away. Whatever that was bothering Junsu, Changmin might not know, but he would try to make Junsu think less about it.
“Okay,” Kibum shrugged, “You’re old now. Too bad, only in his 20s but already with a family. May I ask when the children are coming?”
“Hahahaha,” Changmin laughed. Coincidentally, just the night before he had Junsu had joked about having kids.
Later that day, Changmin drove back to Junsu’s apartment. He had booked a table at one of the most famous Italian restaurants in Seoul, and was taking Junsu there for dinner. Junsu would be able to eat to his heart's (and stomach's) content all the most delicious food.
Never in his imagination had it occurred to Changmin, that when he opened the door, the apartment was completely empty.
End 55
The last smut scene in this fic! xD Tell me what you think!
Fandom: DB5K
Pairings: Changmin x Junsu (MinSu), Yoochun x Junsu, Yunho x Jaejoong
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Junsu’s apetite had grown considerably and mysteriously. Everyday, they would cook and have dinner like normal, but at night Junsu always whined for some street food, and both would walk out to have an extra meal close to midnight. By now, they have done almost all of the famous street dishes of Seoul.
Sometimes, after eating, Junsu would say he didn’t feel like walking, or was too sleepy to walk, and Changmin would have to piggyback him home. Sometimes, Junsu would fall asleep right on Changmin’s shoulder. Other times, he would suddenly start singing dumb songs. Changmin had never even suspected Junsu knew these songs, so he concluded all was just the effect of soju.
“1 plus 1 equals Gwiyomi
2 plus 2 equals Gwiyomi
3 plus 3 equals Gwiyomi
4 plus 4 equals Gwiyomi too
5 plus 5 equals Gwiyomi too
6 plus 6 equals chu chu chu chu chu chu
Gwiyomi”
Changmin kept his pace. Their shadows on the road alternating from long and short on the orange background. Junsu’s breath formed white steams next to Changmin’s cheek. His voice was drunkenly cheerful, husky and got slower with every step Changmin made as he approached his slumber.
“I’m Gwiyomi
Don’t look at other girls
No matter what they say
You’re mine
Don’t even talk to other girls
Please pinky promise me
That you’ll never leave me
That you’ll never leave me…”
Then while repeating some more times the "That you’ll never leave me" part, he would completely doze off. What Changmin didn't know was why there was a tinge of sadness there, even though the lyric was so childish.
One time they went to eat jjukkumi. The yellow light of the street lamp was right above their head and Junsu was particularly happy when he ordered for both of them. When the food came out, seeing Junsu’s full portion, Changmin couldn’t resist it anymore.
“Are you pregnant?” He blurted out.
“What?” Junsu stopped his eating.
“I just mean…” Changmin suddenly realized the dead mistake he had just committed, “You’ve been eating weird…”
Junsu didn’t say anything. He threw a chopstick and it hit just on Changmin’s head.
“Screw you, I’m a man.”
Then he continued with his food. “Besides, we haven’t done that in months. How can I get pregnant?”
Changmin was speechless. Junsu talked about it so casually that Changmin was totally taken aback.
On the other hand, he kind of rejoiced because what Junsu said meant that the pianist hadn’t done that with anyone but Changmin. So the Shim heir grinned, putting some of the octopus legs that Junsu liked so much on Junsu’s plate.
However, he would have to regret this action not long after, when he had to piggyback Junsu home. Junsu’s weight fluctuated wildly before and after he ate (even though his metabolism allowed all the fat to go away the next morning magically, so he always stayed thin - or all fat just went to his butt). This time it was one of the extreme cases. After climbing a number of stairs and got to the apartment finally, Changmin literally collapsed on the rug.
“God…” he shut his eyes, breathed out heavily. He didn’t mind piggybacking Junsu, but he certainly needed to catch up on basketball. Days of sedentariness at the office, luckily, hadn’t cost him his precious six packs, but certainly had made his strength go away a bit.
Changmin was still recovering when suddenly, he felt something so soft and warm at his mouth. His eyes opened to meet Junsu’s eyelashes at dangerous proximity, and the wetness that began to invade his own lips told him that Junsu was kissing him.
Changmin broke it off. “Junsu, don’t…” he said panickily.
Junsu frowned questioningly.
Changmin swallowed. “Don’t do things you’ll regret later-ah!”
Junsu had pushed Changmin down and Changmin breathed out with difficulty. ‘This is not good’ was the last thought that manage to sneak inside Changmin’s foggy reason, when Junsu went down on Changmin’s member. All the while his eyes were wide open, directed at Changmin. Looking down and seeing Junsu dawdle over his flesh rod got Changmin painfully hard. The heir moaned. Junsu smiled seductively, his eyes suddenly became so dark and sultry under the thick veil of eyelashes. His tongue worked wonders and soon his pink, flexible tongue was licking white precum from Changmin’s cock.
He leaned upwards swiftly like a leopard, and kissed Changmin wetly, while his hands unbuttoned Changmin’s and his own shirt.
Strangely, in the midst of all the heat and the salty taste of his own pre-cum, Changmin still tasted something like bitterness on Junsu’s lips. It got his heart ache but all was so vague that Changmin told himself it might only be his own illusion. He hoped it was only his own illusion.
All of Changmin’s trains of thought were cut when Junsu started lowering himself on Changmin’s hard cock. “Ehh…” the pianist moaned softly. The fingers on one of his hands were on Changmin’s toned abs. His face slowly got clouded with ecstasy, and to Changmin the sight was purely erotic. Despite the overwhelmingly pleasurable heat that was engulfing him, Changmin managed to keep his eyes open, so he would not miss anything of Junsu.
This was priceless, the face of Junsu in the midst of their love making. The pianist’s lips were red and moist. His clear skin was decorated with crystal-like beads of sweat. His nostrils were heaving, and the little Adam apple went up and down as he tried to gasp for air, because the pleasure was too much. The white shirt half way down Junsu's creamy shoulder, all buttons undone to reveal Junsu's naked torso... It was the first time that Changmin was aware it was love making when it was going on. One of his arms extended out to support Junsu’s slender waist, the other went upwards and his fingers touched lightly Junsu’s swollen, red nipples.
Junsu moaned at the contact between Changmin’s hands and his skin. He rode Changmin with languid rhythm, a hand took Changmin’s hand, putting Changmin’s index finger in his mouth and used his tongue to lick it all over, and the saliva ran down to Changmin’s palm. His gaze were locked in Changmin’s, and just like that they knew when the other one was at limit. When Junsu released, Changmin’s seeds also spurted out inside Junsu’s pink, abused hole.
Thick, opaquely white fluid ran down on the base of Changmin’s cock due to gravity, when Junsu lowered himself down and took Changmin’s quick breaths with his lips. Now the bitter undertone in between all the watery frictions was so clear, that Changmin had to direct his eyes to look at Junsu’s.
Junsu had sure caught Changmin’s point of questioning, but he said instead, “For your stupid pregnant joke…” And his talented fingers stroked Changmin’s hair so gently.
“…mmm,” Changmin made a sound. He felt so tired, and couldn’t really insist on an answer anymore. For the first time, he fell asleep before Junsu did after sex.
The next morning, Changmin went to the headquarters, because now that it was summer, he didn’t have to go to school. Jang Woohyun walked in first thing, and Changmin didn’t know whether this day was going to be a good day anymore.
The man whom Changmin suspected to be the most boring person that had ever set foot on earth cleared his voice, before commencing his tedious report.
Like all other times, Changmin could only flipped through the pile of documents in front of him, faking concentration. A sense of déjà vu hit him when he saw a design of the new building they were going to build in Japan, at the end of the pile. It reminded him of that time he had had the guts to swap the design of the Shim-Jung building with his own work, and how his father had got so angry.
Changmin inhaled deeply, then let out a long breath. His hand traced the outlines of the building. He was suddenly reminded also of the feeling when he was working on that design. How he had felt so much passion and love, and just known that Architecture was something that was meant for him.
This design for the Japanese building was actually good, but all the more it made a sense of desire flooded into Changmin’s heart. There was no reason Changmin had to fix the design himself anymore, instead, Changmin was overwhelmed with a sort of regret. He knew that he was capable of producing such a work, but he was never going to do, because he had other roles to fulfill.
He had lost Architecture. He couldn’t afford to lose Junsu, the only thing left that he knew he couldn’t do without, and who had given his life so much meaning.
Pursuing his thoughts was really a good way to pass the time, because before he knew it, it was already 11am. Jang Woohyun had to excuse himself for some other job, and Kibum walked in.
“Hey Minnie,” the handsome man flashed a smile.
“Hey Bum,” Changmin greeted. The other male threw his chin upwards. “How’s it going?”
Changmin sighed. “It’s okay. What brought you here?”
“Nothing much,” Kibum scratched his head, “Just wanna ask if you want to go to my family’s party tonight.”
“Nah,” Changmin started reading some documents, “I’m taking Junsu out for dinner.”
“Come on Changmin!” Kibum said.
“No. I really am taking Junsu out for dinner today,” Changmin looked up with a smile. He had to, because he wanted the bitterness on Junsu’s lips to go away. Whatever that was bothering Junsu, Changmin might not know, but he would try to make Junsu think less about it.
“Okay,” Kibum shrugged, “You’re old now. Too bad, only in his 20s but already with a family. May I ask when the children are coming?”
“Hahahaha,” Changmin laughed. Coincidentally, just the night before he had Junsu had joked about having kids.
Later that day, Changmin drove back to Junsu’s apartment. He had booked a table at one of the most famous Italian restaurants in Seoul, and was taking Junsu there for dinner. Junsu would be able to eat to his heart's (and stomach's) content all the most delicious food.
Never in his imagination had it occurred to Changmin, that when he opened the door, the apartment was completely empty.
End 55
The last smut scene in this fic! xD Tell me what you think!