[High School Fic Contest] - You're My Melody
Title: You're My Melody
Rating: R (Lemon scene)
Pairing: YooSu
Summary: Even when the love has ended.. or is forced to stop, their melody continues.
A/N: This was for the High School Fic contest!! Woot woot!!
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Park Yoochun scowled darkly as he stood in the middle of his old high school gym, music from their generation blaring horribly from aged speakers while surviving teachers attempted to gather their reunited students around for a group dance together. He clutched his plastic cup of fruit punch with a pincer like grip and he felt his left eye begin to twitch ever so slightly.
He had expressed to his wife over and over again that he did not want to take part in a high school reunion, it brought on too many painful memories. Several times she would ask him what terrible memories a seventeen year old could have possibly suffered through that would prevent him from wanting to reunite with old high school chums.
Yoochun was never able to answer her.
A small sigh escaped barely parted lips as he casually gazed over the number of his classmates that had bothered to show up. Many of them he recognized, but was sure to keep his distance from. He hadn’t been too popular of a guy while in school, often hiding himself in the music room where he seemed to have few troubles. The music room where he discovered what he truly wanted to do with the rest of his life.
The music room where he met the one person that taught him how to smile.
“Oh! Park Yoochun!” Came a voice from somewhere to Yoochun’s immediate left. He cringed at the voice before rolling his eyes, but there was no escaping. He had been caught. A boney hand made harsh contact with his shoulder and the owner of the hand shook him slightly, causing several droplets of his red beverage to spill over the gymnasium’s floor. The speaker ignored it, his full attention on Yoochun. “Park Yoochun-sshi! Don’t you remember me? Kim Jaejoong!”
Of course he remembered Jaejoong. How could any not remember Jaejoong? The very odd boy had always seemed to have his nose buried in someone else’s business and always made it public to the rest of the school. No one, not even teachers or administrators had been able to escape the gossip queen. Yoochun himself had fallen victim to that Jaejoong’s big mouth.
He forced a tight lipped smile on his face and looked over the man. The years had been kind to him, as he suspected they would be, but the years had far kinder to Yoochun who was successful in the music industry where Jaejoong was just getting by as a grocery store clerk, as he was later informed.
“But I decided not to marry,” he went on, seeming to enjoy the conversation he was having with himself since Yoochun wasn’t listening to a word he was saying, “I thought, why tie myself down to one person? Someone as gorgeous as me should certainly get around. Right, Chun?” He nudged the man while laughing at his own statement.
“Right,” was the muttered reply before he excused himself to the punchbowl. Maybe if he dunked his head under he would be able to drown himself. It would certainly be better than staying in the gymnasium a moment longer than he had to.
It was then Yoochun saw him entering the gym. A bright smile, one that hadn’t changed despite the years, graced his features and he was instantly recognized and swarmed by many. His eyes twinkled with a light that Yoochun’s had been lacking for some time now and his smile and laughter was just as unique and potent as he remembered.
Junsu. Kim Junsu had come.
At seeing the man, Yoochun’s mouth ran dry and heart seemed to race. There was no forgetting the only friend he had made in high school. The only man he had held so dear in his heart.
For a fleeting second, the intensity of Yoochun’s gaze drew Junsu’s. Their eyes met and locked, causing so many memories to resurface almost instantly and at a blinding rate.
One in particular.
* * *
“Your date’s beautiful,” a seventeen year old Yoochun nudged his best friend, his only friend, lightly in the ribs, grinning brightly and winking suggestively. “You think you two are gonna go all the way after this dance? I mean, she‘s sending you all the right signs.”
Junsu laughed, a high pitched cackle that never seemed to fail to draw a smile from Yoochun. He smacked the boy’s arm and nudged him right back. “You have such a single track mind, Chun. Besides, you’re so busy worrying about my date, what about yours? She looks bored out of her mind sitting by herself at that table like that.”
Their high school had tried out the concept of a senior prom since the students had been so well behaved throughout the school year, but only for those students graduating. By some miracle, both Junsu and Yoochun were among them. The two friends had banned together, carefully picking out their dates and agreeing to double up.
Dinner, car ride, everything.
Yoochun glanced over his shoulder at his date and rolled his eyes, “Boa knows I just invited her for the hell of it, Su. She’s a nice girl, but not my type at all.”
“Then what is your type?” Junsu questioned curiously, though he was pretty sure he knew of the answer. It wasn’t the first time they had conversed on such a topic. The answer was always the same, and always seemed to leave a bitter taste in Junsu’s mouth though he was never quite sure as to why. Yoochun wanted big boobs and blond hair.
“Big boobs and blond hair,” he supplied cheekily, wiggling his eyebrows and taking a sip of his drink. “Boa doesn’t fit that description, so there’s just no hope for her.”
Junsu forced a small laugh and shook his head, “Then it’s a good thing I don’t hold your ideals for a woman, because that certainly isn’t Ri In.”
A brief silence fell between the two friends as Yoochun slowly lowered the cup from his lips and studied his friend carefully, his expression struggling between incredulous and encouraging, “You really like her, then? Ri In-ah?”
For some reason, their smiles slowly faded, the mood becoming despairingly serious despite the cheap decorations and blaring music they were surrounded by. A small and troubled frown littered Junsu’s face as he gazed out to the number of students who had gathered and eventually his gaze landed on Ri In’s dancing form. “Yoochun-ah,” he started softly.
“Ya, let’s get out of here,” Yoochun suggested, not wanting to hear Junsu’s response to the question asked, though he told himself that he genuinely wanted to leave the dance. He plucked at the first couple of buttons at his shirt, loosening them until his chest shyly peeked through the material. “It’s scorching in here. I need some fresh air.”
With a roll of his eyes and a resigned sigh, his friend nodded and followed loyally behind until they were outside the gymnasium and away from the parking lot. Yoochun didn’t want to be bothered by the number of girls he knew would be hurrying out the school function within the hour because of a ruined evening, so he continued to walk about until he was behind the gym building.
He was half surprised to see Junsu only a couple of steps behind him. Surprised, but pleased none the less.
Junsu’s lips parted, but the boy seemed to think better of his words and reeled them back in before he said whatever it was that was playing on his mind. Instead, he offered his friend a warm smile before settling down on the sidewalk, loosening a couple of buttons of his own shirt.
With a grin, Yoochun was at his side almost instantly and it was if that strained silence had never been born between them while they had been inside the function.
“Look at the stars tonight,” Yoochun muttered softly, lightly brushing his hand across his friend’s as he pointed up at the sky. “I could write an entire song about this scene alone.” He glanced at Junsu, whose cheeks had a small hint of red embedded deep with them and he grinned, “If I wrote the song, would you sing it?”
“That again,” Jusnu groaned, shaking his head. “Chun, I don’t sing. It’s something I fooled around with as a kid, but that’s it.”
Yoochun frowned, but nodded, electing not to continue the argument they had had so many times in during the course of their friendship. “Junsu-ah,” he started up after a moment longer of silence, his eyes still fixed on the stars above them. It was such a romantic setting. A pity it had to be wasted on them. “Do you think we’ll be as close after high school?” He finally tore his gaze from the sky to watch his friend carefully for any change in expression, but he was frozen in place upon realizing that Junsu’s eyes had never left him.
A small frown touched Junsu’s features, but only for a quick second and he smiled that bright smile that had won him so many friends during his high school career, but he couldn’t seem to pull his gaze away from his best friend. His true friend. “We’ll always be close, Chunnie,” he assured, bumping the boy’s shoulder lightly.
“Closer than close?”
Junsu flashed the boy a peace sign, the very image of adorable in Yoochun’s mind. “Most definitely,” he confirmed with a nod of finality.
“And to seal the deal,” Yoochun chuckled, not thinking about his actions in the least before he leaned toward Junsu and stole a quick peck from his lips. Almost as soon as he performed the action, Yoochun’s mind screamed at him, calling him several kinds of idiot.
He jerkily pulled away from the boy with his gaze lowered to the ground, wondering how he would be able to laugh this one away as he had past incidences. Brushing of the hands, lightly touching his knee or grasping his hand for a moment too long had always been something he had been able to explain away, even to himself, but a kiss?
Junsu stared unblinkingly at Yoochun, his fingers slowly lifting to press lightly at his lips. “Ya,” he managed to mutter softly once the shock of the boy’s actions had completely settled in, “that was--” he paused, turning away from Yoochun and lowering his voice considerably. “That was my first kiss,” he confessed in a barely audible whisper.
Of all the things he had expected to pass through Junsu’s lips, curses, shouts of disgust, hurtful words that could have whipped his very soul, having a first kiss stolen? Yoochun had been caught completely off guard and was finally able to bring himself to look at his friend. “Su?”
“Well,” the boy hesitated, feeling a burning sensation claiming the entirety of his face. He hated the fact that he could blush so easily! He hated that it was Yoochun who could make him blush so easily! “Rin In and I-- We’re not-- I mean-- We aren’t--” For some reason, he couldn’t seem to muster up the strength to speak properly to his friend, and ended up saying the only thing that came to mind. “I don’t have big boobs and blond hair.”
A slow and hesitant grin found its way onto Yoochun’s face as he swallowed Junsu’s words the second they were fed to him. His relief was more evident than anything as he quickly closed the distance between himself and his best friend, hugging him tightly. “Only because it’s you, Su,” he muttered softly. “You’re the only one that doesn’t have to meet my requirements.”
* * *
Yoochun tore himself away from Junsu’s burning gaze and quickly rushed away from the gym, feeling that unfamiliar flood of emotion.
After than night, nearly ten years ago, the then teens started a relationship which they had had managed to keep from everyone, their families included. It was only when they had two days left of school did someone find out their secret and spill all they knew to the rest of the student body. Jaejoong had ratted them out the second he had received the chance to do so. Since the rumors concerned Kim Junsu, one of the most popular guys in school and Park Yoochun, the outcast, the news had spread quickly.
And stuck.
Outside the gymnasium, Yoochun quickly reached into his suit pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Smoking had been his form of release, of peace, especially after he graduated from high school. It seemed the harsh feel of the nicotine running its course through his body was the only solace he had been able to find after Junsu..
“Yoochun-ah.”
Not enough cigarettes in the world would be able to get him through this moment, that he was very sure of. He wasn’t even positive that he had enough of a smoke to even answer the beautiful man that had come after him. He closed his eyes and took a long drag from the his only form of stress relief, electing to busy himself with his own well being.
Not Junsu’s.
“Chunnie-ah,” Junsu started again. This time his voice was closer than it was before and Yoochun could feel the man’s presence now more than ever.
It was real. Junsu was really here.
Knowing he would regret this later on, possibly as soon as they were separated once again, Yoochun withdrew his cigarette from parted lips and quickly flicked it to the ground below before extinguishing it with the heel of his shoe. It was the waste of a perfectly good smoke. Attempting to keep his wit about him, he slowly turned around and smiled tightly to his former friend and offering a slight bow, “You look well, Junsu-sshi.”
The distance in his voice and formality of his words hurt Junsu to no end, his eyes certainly reflected that much, but he only replied just as politely, with just as much distance. “I hear you’re doing well for yourself. Professionally,” he hesitated for a moment before tacking on, “Personally.”
“Yes, Junsu,” Yoochun sighed, sliding his hands into his pants pockets and slouching as he looked over the man, “I’m a successful music producer and I’ve been happily married for three years.” He shook his head and looked away from his old high school friend. “I don’t even know why I came tonight, I owe nothing to this school. If you’ll excuse me,” he muttered, preparing to take his leave, but Junsu’s quick hand stopped him.
“You’re still angry with me, aren’t you?”
Yoochun’s eye narrowed at the question. How could he not be angry with Junsu? They had not only been best friends for a long time, but lovers, however short that time might have been. A trust had been formed between them and Junsu had betrayed it all too easily.
And for what? The sake of saving face?
“Who could blame you for what you did?” Yoochun questioned, refusing to look back at the man. “You were pulled into vicious lies. You, Kim Junsu who had everything to lose if these rumors were found to be true.” He paused as he yanked his arm free of Junsu’s grasp. “I, on the other hand, had nothing to lose whether the rumors were true or not.” Finally, he glanced over his shoulder at Junsu and though the man was ten years older, he was very much the same. Just as beautifully exquisite, just as breathtaking. “Was it so damaging to your status to be involved with me?”
Junsu’s brows knit together and he was clearly struck by Yoochun’s question. “Chunnie, I was scared. I didn’t know what to do when people started talking about us.” He took a step toward his former lover and friend and much to his grief, Yoochun took a step back. “I was a kid, Chun. I’m sorry.”
A flicker of the seventeen year old that Yoochun once was appeared as a tiny glimmer in dark and sunken eyes. He sighed, fully turning around to face Junsu. “What do you want from me, Junsu? Haven’t you hurt me enough to last me a lifetime?”
“Just a song,” Junsu supplied quickly, jumping the beat and almost cutting Yoochun short. “I just want to sing one of your songs.”
* * *
By some miracle, the music room was left unchanged, even after ten years of talentless music classes and serving as a hideout for those who took great pride in skipping countless courses. The very feel of the room was exactly how both men remembered it. The familiarity embraced them both, welcoming them like old friends that hadn’t been by in a very long time.
Yoochun immediately made way for the baby grand piano set up in the far corner of the room while Junsu thanked the custodial staff who had granted them admission. In a moment’s time, he too was making his way across the room and watched as Yoochun’s long delicate finger carefully traced over the ivory keys. If stroked just right, music would no doubt take life right then and there.
“Just a song, right?” Was the question that pulled Junsu from his silent musings.
He nodded at first then finally found his voice. “I miss hearing you play, Yoochun.”
Those wiry fingers, still tracing gently over the keys paused for a moment, “Then listen to the radio sometimes. The music I produce is always being played.”
“No,” Junsu sighed, “I want to hear you play, Chun.” He paused, wondering if going on was a good idea, but in the end he decided to speak on. Ten years and hard feelings had kept them apart, he needed to take advantage of what little time they had. “Like when you used to play for me.”
Yoochun frowned slightly, but nodded and finally applied just enough pressure for a note to resonate through the tiny music room. His fingers danced nimbly across the ebony and ivory keys, adding slight tempo changes to the moderato tune.
It was instantly recognized as the first song Yoochun had ever written. One the boy had played for him countless times. The only one Junsu had ever found himself singing to,
Their song.
Junsu found his entrance easily, singing only the notes since no words had ever been written out for the piece. Both had agreed that the music spoke epics on its own. As he sang, he carefully moved around the baby grand until he was behind Yoochun and lightly wrapping his arms around the man’s neck, not caring that the music had stopped playing at the touch. Even after all these years, he remembered the melody and softly continued to sing on, but eventually, the singing too faded into silence.
Eyes gently slid closed as Yoochun relished in the feel of having Junsu’s arms around him once again. He parted his lips, no doubt to protest, but never received the chance as Junsu carefully lowered his lips to the man’s neck, laying one searing hot kiss after another along his neck. Yoochun’s hands slowly lifted to grasp onto Junsu’s arms. He needed to pry the man away. Those lips were potent, lethal almost, but instead, he held the man in place while he craned his neck around to kiss him tenderly and full on the lips.
The kiss was eagerly returned as Junsu’s eyes fluttered closed, embracing the warmth and taste of the other that he had been denied of for far too long. Their tongues, rather than battling for dominancy, tangoed seductively with one another, rising when the other lowered, pulling back when the other pushed forward. Both men had wanted this too much to play stupid little games of trying to best the other.
They both had gone without the other for ten years. They both needed this. They both needed this from each other.
For a short moment, though that moment seemed to be agonizingly long for both of them, the kiss was broken, but only while Yoochun pushed the bench he was seated on back while Junsu positioned himself between the man and the instrument. Once situated, Yoochun grasped the man’s narrow hips as he nuzzled against Junsu’s lower abdomen. “I missed you too much, Su,” he confessed in a whisper.
Junsu leaned against the keys of the piano, causing an unruly chord to escape, but neither man took note of it. His fingers gently combed through Yoochun’s inky black hair. “I miss you everyday, Chunnie.”
Yoochun’s hands eventually removed themselves from Junsu’s hips, making careful and gentle explorations of the rest of the man. Eventually, those wandering hands came across Junsu’s awakening member. Even through the clothing he could feel the heat radiating from it, the heat that was only supposed to belong to him.
Junsu’s head lolled to one side at the slow and torturous pleasure resonating through his body like the first chord Yoochun had plucked out the piano he was now sitting on. “Yoochun-ah,” he breathed, want threading its way through his whisper. “Please.”
Ignoring his own member, which had begun twitching to life, Yoochun’s fingers ghosted over Junsu’s growing erection once more before carefully unclasping the black pants that hid his desire from plain view. He found himself releasing a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding as he roughly tugged on the man’s clothing, wanting finally to reveal that waiting and throbbing sex.
His fingers gently wrapped around the base of that cock that stood out proudly, the very image of what Junsu needed and without another thought as to what this could do to him, to his relationship, Yoochun took that hardened bit of desire into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he slowly tortured the man.
When Yoochun had descended upon him, enveloping his sex within the warm cavern of his mouth, Junsu nearly lost control of himself right then and there, but not holding out would mean not losing himself in Yoochun’s expert mouth. The pleasure was just too much to lose. With a small moan, Junsu bucked his hips, indicating for Yoochun to pick up the pace, even if just a little, but the man simply stilled his motions with those musical hands.
Several times Yoochun had been able to emit from Junsu moans, hitched breathing, even the occasional sigh. Whenever his tongue made an impressive swirl about the head of his cock, the pleasured man would attempt to break Yoochun’s hold on him to thrust himself further into the infectious heat that was his lover’s mouth, his inability to control himself obvious.
“Yoochun,” he growled, his voice slightly strained as he attempted to somewhat gather himself, but it was proven to be impossible as the man pulled back, only to run his tongue along the underside of his pulsating erection. He swallowed hard and allowed his head to drop back, his breathing becoming erratic and uneven. “I’m going to-- Chun, I can’t--” Junsu’s hands curled into fists, tugging sharply at Yoochun’s hair, only to slacken for a brief second before curling back up and tugging at the dark hair as he had before.
Once again, that talented mouth enclosed Junsu’s cock, now moving faster, bringing the man closer to his climax with every passing millisecond. Yoochun could feel him teetering on the brink of ultimate pleasure and at the thought of being the one to cause him that pleasure, he offered the man a long hard suck that seemed to draw out Junsu’s orgasm.
It was like a sweet symphony, Junsu’s final release of pleasure as he emptied his hot seed into Yoochun’s willing mouth. The tempo of their melody slowed as Junsu regained his breath and slowly sank from the piano to his knees, his conductor, his lover, safely guiding him the entire way down. The feel of the freezing tile floor chilled his body instantly, causing him to stay close to Yoochun for warmth.
“Yoochun-ah,” he began in a slight whisper, his own hands resting on the man’s thighs and drifting closer to that erection hidden behind dress clothes. He wanted to return the favor, to taste the man he had fallen in love with in high school, to take back how badly he hurt him all those years ago. He knew he had lost out on his opportunity to get a second chance a long time ago, knew that there was no way to turn back time and stop the man before him from getting married.
But they still had this moment. They still had their melody.
His hand reached for the zipper of the man’s pants, gently tugging it downward, but to his surprise and dismay, Yoochun gently pried his hand away. “You don’t have to Junsu.” His voice was thick with lust, eyes darkened with pure and unashamed desire.
He was the most beautiful being Junsu had ever seen. He wanted Yoochun, had wanted Yoochun for so long. Wanted Yoochun in a sense that only lovers were permitted.
“I don’t have big boobs and blond hair,” he muttered with a small smile and an even softer chuckle, before closing the distance between himself and the man who seemed to live constantly in his mind and heart. The kiss was tender yet passionate at the same time. It was an erotic waltz that only could be shared between the two of them. At tasting himself within the confines of Yoochun’s mouth, a slight growl rumbled from the back of Junsu’s throat.
It was in that instant, when Junsu released his encouragement in the sound of growl, though it was more like a purr in Yoochun’s ears, was when the other man quickly removed himself from the piano bench and pinned the beautiful male to the tile floor, the kiss breaking off into many hurried and needing kisses, suckles, nips and licks.
The sound of Yoochun’s rustling clothing as he quickly stripped himself was lost onto him. He could only hear the mixed sounds of his rapidly beating heart and Junsu’s panting breaths. Nothing mattered more than the beautiful male sprawled and wanting before him.
With little to no effort, Junsu lifted his lower body from the floor, pressing himself against Yoochun’s aching member, earning him a low hiss from the male above him. “Chun,” he groaned, repeating the action until he got the desired response.
Slipping from the last hold he had on his self control, Yoochun’s dominant hand quickly began its hurried search for Junsu’s entrance, the gateway to a place he had always wanted to lose himself in. Even after Junsu’s betrayal. Yoochun had only wanted to lose himself in his lover, wanted to forget that anything bad had come between them. Even the night he had claimed his wife as his own, the night they had married, Yoochun had only wanted to be wrapped tight in Junsu’s warmth and emotion.
His wife.
Throughout their entire three years of marriage, Yoochun had never been fair to her, and if he dived too deeply into Junsu, indulged himself in forbidden symphony so sweet, he knew he wouldn’t be fair to melody that the they had created together. For the sake of his carefully pieced together life, he would never leave his wife, and he knew that by doing this to Junsu, he would be insulting the man’s loving nature.
Yoochun’s fingers froze inside of the man, stopping in their scissoring motions as he seemed to find some sense of himself. Even if they weren’t as close as a husband and wife should have been, they were still friends and this was still a betrayal to her. And to Junsu, he couldn’t bare to put him through the pain of heartbreak.
Junsu’s writhing frame called Yoochun’s attention and he hesitantly pulled himself away from the terrible thing he had almost done, from what he had already done. “Su, I--” he shook his head and pulled back, clumsily searching for his clothes but reluctant to look away from the beauty. “I can’t do this.”
Understanding what it was the man couldn’t do, Junsu slowly sat up, resting a majority of his weight on his arms as he studied Yoochun carefully. His breath falling in short pants, tumbling from slightly swollen lips and crashing onto the cool surface of the tiled flooring. “Chunnie? You aren’t going, are you?”
“I have to,” his voice was a shocked whisper. “I’m sorry, Junsu-ah. I love you too much to do this to you. I love my wife too much to hurt her like this.” He shook his head and straightened up his half removed shirt. It was only a second later when his motions ceased and slumped against the piano’s bench. The melody came to screeching halt, an unresolved chord hanging in the air and Yoochun had to wonder if it would end like this.
Feeling his heart reach out for the man, Junsu carefully sat up and tightly hugged him from behind, offering every bit of himself that he could. “I love you, Yoochun-ah,” he sighed, tears welling up in his eyes. “So much.” He sniffed, trying to keep it as subtle as possible, “I should have told you that a long time ago though.”
Yoochun’s shoulders shook lightly as he attempted to suppress his silent tears, but Junsu had declared his love for him, had said those words that he had wanted to spill from his lover’s lips ten years ago when they would have really meant the world to him. “I love you, Junsu-ah,” he began silently, “but I can’t--”
“And I’d never ask you to,” Junsu cut him off just as silently, hugging the man in his arms even tighter, no longer simply comforting, but trying to draw comfort from him as well.
Their melody had diminished to a pianissimo volume and modulated into another key all together, but it did hold firm. Yoochun’s music and Junsu’s voice were still ever present, still weaving to form a beautiful art, but no longer together. Their melody now had a counter melody, a painful one that neither could ignore, but also one they could not stop.
The underlying tones that they together had created would have to pull them through the harshness of these new chords they were unfamiliar with. It helped them to pry themselves apart, helped Junsu to clothe himself while Yoochun finished putting himself back together. It helped them to bid the other farewell as they broke off in separate directions. It helped coax them through the mourning of a lost love, a love that should have been but never got the chance.
But the melody was still there. With every footstep away from the other. Blending in with the blood that flowed freely through their bodies. It was in every shuddering breath they took, every strand of hair and every physical feature.
Their melody.
Rating: R (Lemon scene)
Pairing: YooSu
Summary: Even when the love has ended.. or is forced to stop, their melody continues.
A/N: This was for the High School Fic contest!! Woot woot!!
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Park Yoochun scowled darkly as he stood in the middle of his old high school gym, music from their generation blaring horribly from aged speakers while surviving teachers attempted to gather their reunited students around for a group dance together. He clutched his plastic cup of fruit punch with a pincer like grip and he felt his left eye begin to twitch ever so slightly.
He had expressed to his wife over and over again that he did not want to take part in a high school reunion, it brought on too many painful memories. Several times she would ask him what terrible memories a seventeen year old could have possibly suffered through that would prevent him from wanting to reunite with old high school chums.
Yoochun was never able to answer her.
A small sigh escaped barely parted lips as he casually gazed over the number of his classmates that had bothered to show up. Many of them he recognized, but was sure to keep his distance from. He hadn’t been too popular of a guy while in school, often hiding himself in the music room where he seemed to have few troubles. The music room where he discovered what he truly wanted to do with the rest of his life.
The music room where he met the one person that taught him how to smile.
“Oh! Park Yoochun!” Came a voice from somewhere to Yoochun’s immediate left. He cringed at the voice before rolling his eyes, but there was no escaping. He had been caught. A boney hand made harsh contact with his shoulder and the owner of the hand shook him slightly, causing several droplets of his red beverage to spill over the gymnasium’s floor. The speaker ignored it, his full attention on Yoochun. “Park Yoochun-sshi! Don’t you remember me? Kim Jaejoong!”
Of course he remembered Jaejoong. How could any not remember Jaejoong? The very odd boy had always seemed to have his nose buried in someone else’s business and always made it public to the rest of the school. No one, not even teachers or administrators had been able to escape the gossip queen. Yoochun himself had fallen victim to that Jaejoong’s big mouth.
He forced a tight lipped smile on his face and looked over the man. The years had been kind to him, as he suspected they would be, but the years had far kinder to Yoochun who was successful in the music industry where Jaejoong was just getting by as a grocery store clerk, as he was later informed.
“But I decided not to marry,” he went on, seeming to enjoy the conversation he was having with himself since Yoochun wasn’t listening to a word he was saying, “I thought, why tie myself down to one person? Someone as gorgeous as me should certainly get around. Right, Chun?” He nudged the man while laughing at his own statement.
“Right,” was the muttered reply before he excused himself to the punchbowl. Maybe if he dunked his head under he would be able to drown himself. It would certainly be better than staying in the gymnasium a moment longer than he had to.
It was then Yoochun saw him entering the gym. A bright smile, one that hadn’t changed despite the years, graced his features and he was instantly recognized and swarmed by many. His eyes twinkled with a light that Yoochun’s had been lacking for some time now and his smile and laughter was just as unique and potent as he remembered.
Junsu. Kim Junsu had come.
At seeing the man, Yoochun’s mouth ran dry and heart seemed to race. There was no forgetting the only friend he had made in high school. The only man he had held so dear in his heart.
For a fleeting second, the intensity of Yoochun’s gaze drew Junsu’s. Their eyes met and locked, causing so many memories to resurface almost instantly and at a blinding rate.
One in particular.
* * *
“Your date’s beautiful,” a seventeen year old Yoochun nudged his best friend, his only friend, lightly in the ribs, grinning brightly and winking suggestively. “You think you two are gonna go all the way after this dance? I mean, she‘s sending you all the right signs.”
Junsu laughed, a high pitched cackle that never seemed to fail to draw a smile from Yoochun. He smacked the boy’s arm and nudged him right back. “You have such a single track mind, Chun. Besides, you’re so busy worrying about my date, what about yours? She looks bored out of her mind sitting by herself at that table like that.”
Their high school had tried out the concept of a senior prom since the students had been so well behaved throughout the school year, but only for those students graduating. By some miracle, both Junsu and Yoochun were among them. The two friends had banned together, carefully picking out their dates and agreeing to double up.
Dinner, car ride, everything.
Yoochun glanced over his shoulder at his date and rolled his eyes, “Boa knows I just invited her for the hell of it, Su. She’s a nice girl, but not my type at all.”
“Then what is your type?” Junsu questioned curiously, though he was pretty sure he knew of the answer. It wasn’t the first time they had conversed on such a topic. The answer was always the same, and always seemed to leave a bitter taste in Junsu’s mouth though he was never quite sure as to why. Yoochun wanted big boobs and blond hair.
“Big boobs and blond hair,” he supplied cheekily, wiggling his eyebrows and taking a sip of his drink. “Boa doesn’t fit that description, so there’s just no hope for her.”
Junsu forced a small laugh and shook his head, “Then it’s a good thing I don’t hold your ideals for a woman, because that certainly isn’t Ri In.”
A brief silence fell between the two friends as Yoochun slowly lowered the cup from his lips and studied his friend carefully, his expression struggling between incredulous and encouraging, “You really like her, then? Ri In-ah?”
For some reason, their smiles slowly faded, the mood becoming despairingly serious despite the cheap decorations and blaring music they were surrounded by. A small and troubled frown littered Junsu’s face as he gazed out to the number of students who had gathered and eventually his gaze landed on Ri In’s dancing form. “Yoochun-ah,” he started softly.
“Ya, let’s get out of here,” Yoochun suggested, not wanting to hear Junsu’s response to the question asked, though he told himself that he genuinely wanted to leave the dance. He plucked at the first couple of buttons at his shirt, loosening them until his chest shyly peeked through the material. “It’s scorching in here. I need some fresh air.”
With a roll of his eyes and a resigned sigh, his friend nodded and followed loyally behind until they were outside the gymnasium and away from the parking lot. Yoochun didn’t want to be bothered by the number of girls he knew would be hurrying out the school function within the hour because of a ruined evening, so he continued to walk about until he was behind the gym building.
He was half surprised to see Junsu only a couple of steps behind him. Surprised, but pleased none the less.
Junsu’s lips parted, but the boy seemed to think better of his words and reeled them back in before he said whatever it was that was playing on his mind. Instead, he offered his friend a warm smile before settling down on the sidewalk, loosening a couple of buttons of his own shirt.
With a grin, Yoochun was at his side almost instantly and it was if that strained silence had never been born between them while they had been inside the function.
“Look at the stars tonight,” Yoochun muttered softly, lightly brushing his hand across his friend’s as he pointed up at the sky. “I could write an entire song about this scene alone.” He glanced at Junsu, whose cheeks had a small hint of red embedded deep with them and he grinned, “If I wrote the song, would you sing it?”
“That again,” Jusnu groaned, shaking his head. “Chun, I don’t sing. It’s something I fooled around with as a kid, but that’s it.”
Yoochun frowned, but nodded, electing not to continue the argument they had had so many times in during the course of their friendship. “Junsu-ah,” he started up after a moment longer of silence, his eyes still fixed on the stars above them. It was such a romantic setting. A pity it had to be wasted on them. “Do you think we’ll be as close after high school?” He finally tore his gaze from the sky to watch his friend carefully for any change in expression, but he was frozen in place upon realizing that Junsu’s eyes had never left him.
A small frown touched Junsu’s features, but only for a quick second and he smiled that bright smile that had won him so many friends during his high school career, but he couldn’t seem to pull his gaze away from his best friend. His true friend. “We’ll always be close, Chunnie,” he assured, bumping the boy’s shoulder lightly.
“Closer than close?”
Junsu flashed the boy a peace sign, the very image of adorable in Yoochun’s mind. “Most definitely,” he confirmed with a nod of finality.
“And to seal the deal,” Yoochun chuckled, not thinking about his actions in the least before he leaned toward Junsu and stole a quick peck from his lips. Almost as soon as he performed the action, Yoochun’s mind screamed at him, calling him several kinds of idiot.
He jerkily pulled away from the boy with his gaze lowered to the ground, wondering how he would be able to laugh this one away as he had past incidences. Brushing of the hands, lightly touching his knee or grasping his hand for a moment too long had always been something he had been able to explain away, even to himself, but a kiss?
Junsu stared unblinkingly at Yoochun, his fingers slowly lifting to press lightly at his lips. “Ya,” he managed to mutter softly once the shock of the boy’s actions had completely settled in, “that was--” he paused, turning away from Yoochun and lowering his voice considerably. “That was my first kiss,” he confessed in a barely audible whisper.
Of all the things he had expected to pass through Junsu’s lips, curses, shouts of disgust, hurtful words that could have whipped his very soul, having a first kiss stolen? Yoochun had been caught completely off guard and was finally able to bring himself to look at his friend. “Su?”
“Well,” the boy hesitated, feeling a burning sensation claiming the entirety of his face. He hated the fact that he could blush so easily! He hated that it was Yoochun who could make him blush so easily! “Rin In and I-- We’re not-- I mean-- We aren’t--” For some reason, he couldn’t seem to muster up the strength to speak properly to his friend, and ended up saying the only thing that came to mind. “I don’t have big boobs and blond hair.”
A slow and hesitant grin found its way onto Yoochun’s face as he swallowed Junsu’s words the second they were fed to him. His relief was more evident than anything as he quickly closed the distance between himself and his best friend, hugging him tightly. “Only because it’s you, Su,” he muttered softly. “You’re the only one that doesn’t have to meet my requirements.”
* * *
Yoochun tore himself away from Junsu’s burning gaze and quickly rushed away from the gym, feeling that unfamiliar flood of emotion.
After than night, nearly ten years ago, the then teens started a relationship which they had had managed to keep from everyone, their families included. It was only when they had two days left of school did someone find out their secret and spill all they knew to the rest of the student body. Jaejoong had ratted them out the second he had received the chance to do so. Since the rumors concerned Kim Junsu, one of the most popular guys in school and Park Yoochun, the outcast, the news had spread quickly.
And stuck.
Outside the gymnasium, Yoochun quickly reached into his suit pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Smoking had been his form of release, of peace, especially after he graduated from high school. It seemed the harsh feel of the nicotine running its course through his body was the only solace he had been able to find after Junsu..
“Yoochun-ah.”
Not enough cigarettes in the world would be able to get him through this moment, that he was very sure of. He wasn’t even positive that he had enough of a smoke to even answer the beautiful man that had come after him. He closed his eyes and took a long drag from the his only form of stress relief, electing to busy himself with his own well being.
Not Junsu’s.
“Chunnie-ah,” Junsu started again. This time his voice was closer than it was before and Yoochun could feel the man’s presence now more than ever.
It was real. Junsu was really here.
Knowing he would regret this later on, possibly as soon as they were separated once again, Yoochun withdrew his cigarette from parted lips and quickly flicked it to the ground below before extinguishing it with the heel of his shoe. It was the waste of a perfectly good smoke. Attempting to keep his wit about him, he slowly turned around and smiled tightly to his former friend and offering a slight bow, “You look well, Junsu-sshi.”
The distance in his voice and formality of his words hurt Junsu to no end, his eyes certainly reflected that much, but he only replied just as politely, with just as much distance. “I hear you’re doing well for yourself. Professionally,” he hesitated for a moment before tacking on, “Personally.”
“Yes, Junsu,” Yoochun sighed, sliding his hands into his pants pockets and slouching as he looked over the man, “I’m a successful music producer and I’ve been happily married for three years.” He shook his head and looked away from his old high school friend. “I don’t even know why I came tonight, I owe nothing to this school. If you’ll excuse me,” he muttered, preparing to take his leave, but Junsu’s quick hand stopped him.
“You’re still angry with me, aren’t you?”
Yoochun’s eye narrowed at the question. How could he not be angry with Junsu? They had not only been best friends for a long time, but lovers, however short that time might have been. A trust had been formed between them and Junsu had betrayed it all too easily.
And for what? The sake of saving face?
“Who could blame you for what you did?” Yoochun questioned, refusing to look back at the man. “You were pulled into vicious lies. You, Kim Junsu who had everything to lose if these rumors were found to be true.” He paused as he yanked his arm free of Junsu’s grasp. “I, on the other hand, had nothing to lose whether the rumors were true or not.” Finally, he glanced over his shoulder at Junsu and though the man was ten years older, he was very much the same. Just as beautifully exquisite, just as breathtaking. “Was it so damaging to your status to be involved with me?”
Junsu’s brows knit together and he was clearly struck by Yoochun’s question. “Chunnie, I was scared. I didn’t know what to do when people started talking about us.” He took a step toward his former lover and friend and much to his grief, Yoochun took a step back. “I was a kid, Chun. I’m sorry.”
A flicker of the seventeen year old that Yoochun once was appeared as a tiny glimmer in dark and sunken eyes. He sighed, fully turning around to face Junsu. “What do you want from me, Junsu? Haven’t you hurt me enough to last me a lifetime?”
“Just a song,” Junsu supplied quickly, jumping the beat and almost cutting Yoochun short. “I just want to sing one of your songs.”
* * *
By some miracle, the music room was left unchanged, even after ten years of talentless music classes and serving as a hideout for those who took great pride in skipping countless courses. The very feel of the room was exactly how both men remembered it. The familiarity embraced them both, welcoming them like old friends that hadn’t been by in a very long time.
Yoochun immediately made way for the baby grand piano set up in the far corner of the room while Junsu thanked the custodial staff who had granted them admission. In a moment’s time, he too was making his way across the room and watched as Yoochun’s long delicate finger carefully traced over the ivory keys. If stroked just right, music would no doubt take life right then and there.
“Just a song, right?” Was the question that pulled Junsu from his silent musings.
He nodded at first then finally found his voice. “I miss hearing you play, Yoochun.”
Those wiry fingers, still tracing gently over the keys paused for a moment, “Then listen to the radio sometimes. The music I produce is always being played.”
“No,” Junsu sighed, “I want to hear you play, Chun.” He paused, wondering if going on was a good idea, but in the end he decided to speak on. Ten years and hard feelings had kept them apart, he needed to take advantage of what little time they had. “Like when you used to play for me.”
Yoochun frowned slightly, but nodded and finally applied just enough pressure for a note to resonate through the tiny music room. His fingers danced nimbly across the ebony and ivory keys, adding slight tempo changes to the moderato tune.
It was instantly recognized as the first song Yoochun had ever written. One the boy had played for him countless times. The only one Junsu had ever found himself singing to,
Their song.
Junsu found his entrance easily, singing only the notes since no words had ever been written out for the piece. Both had agreed that the music spoke epics on its own. As he sang, he carefully moved around the baby grand until he was behind Yoochun and lightly wrapping his arms around the man’s neck, not caring that the music had stopped playing at the touch. Even after all these years, he remembered the melody and softly continued to sing on, but eventually, the singing too faded into silence.
Eyes gently slid closed as Yoochun relished in the feel of having Junsu’s arms around him once again. He parted his lips, no doubt to protest, but never received the chance as Junsu carefully lowered his lips to the man’s neck, laying one searing hot kiss after another along his neck. Yoochun’s hands slowly lifted to grasp onto Junsu’s arms. He needed to pry the man away. Those lips were potent, lethal almost, but instead, he held the man in place while he craned his neck around to kiss him tenderly and full on the lips.
The kiss was eagerly returned as Junsu’s eyes fluttered closed, embracing the warmth and taste of the other that he had been denied of for far too long. Their tongues, rather than battling for dominancy, tangoed seductively with one another, rising when the other lowered, pulling back when the other pushed forward. Both men had wanted this too much to play stupid little games of trying to best the other.
They both had gone without the other for ten years. They both needed this. They both needed this from each other.
For a short moment, though that moment seemed to be agonizingly long for both of them, the kiss was broken, but only while Yoochun pushed the bench he was seated on back while Junsu positioned himself between the man and the instrument. Once situated, Yoochun grasped the man’s narrow hips as he nuzzled against Junsu’s lower abdomen. “I missed you too much, Su,” he confessed in a whisper.
Junsu leaned against the keys of the piano, causing an unruly chord to escape, but neither man took note of it. His fingers gently combed through Yoochun’s inky black hair. “I miss you everyday, Chunnie.”
Yoochun’s hands eventually removed themselves from Junsu’s hips, making careful and gentle explorations of the rest of the man. Eventually, those wandering hands came across Junsu’s awakening member. Even through the clothing he could feel the heat radiating from it, the heat that was only supposed to belong to him.
Junsu’s head lolled to one side at the slow and torturous pleasure resonating through his body like the first chord Yoochun had plucked out the piano he was now sitting on. “Yoochun-ah,” he breathed, want threading its way through his whisper. “Please.”
Ignoring his own member, which had begun twitching to life, Yoochun’s fingers ghosted over Junsu’s growing erection once more before carefully unclasping the black pants that hid his desire from plain view. He found himself releasing a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding as he roughly tugged on the man’s clothing, wanting finally to reveal that waiting and throbbing sex.
His fingers gently wrapped around the base of that cock that stood out proudly, the very image of what Junsu needed and without another thought as to what this could do to him, to his relationship, Yoochun took that hardened bit of desire into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he slowly tortured the man.
When Yoochun had descended upon him, enveloping his sex within the warm cavern of his mouth, Junsu nearly lost control of himself right then and there, but not holding out would mean not losing himself in Yoochun’s expert mouth. The pleasure was just too much to lose. With a small moan, Junsu bucked his hips, indicating for Yoochun to pick up the pace, even if just a little, but the man simply stilled his motions with those musical hands.
Several times Yoochun had been able to emit from Junsu moans, hitched breathing, even the occasional sigh. Whenever his tongue made an impressive swirl about the head of his cock, the pleasured man would attempt to break Yoochun’s hold on him to thrust himself further into the infectious heat that was his lover’s mouth, his inability to control himself obvious.
“Yoochun,” he growled, his voice slightly strained as he attempted to somewhat gather himself, but it was proven to be impossible as the man pulled back, only to run his tongue along the underside of his pulsating erection. He swallowed hard and allowed his head to drop back, his breathing becoming erratic and uneven. “I’m going to-- Chun, I can’t--” Junsu’s hands curled into fists, tugging sharply at Yoochun’s hair, only to slacken for a brief second before curling back up and tugging at the dark hair as he had before.
Once again, that talented mouth enclosed Junsu’s cock, now moving faster, bringing the man closer to his climax with every passing millisecond. Yoochun could feel him teetering on the brink of ultimate pleasure and at the thought of being the one to cause him that pleasure, he offered the man a long hard suck that seemed to draw out Junsu’s orgasm.
It was like a sweet symphony, Junsu’s final release of pleasure as he emptied his hot seed into Yoochun’s willing mouth. The tempo of their melody slowed as Junsu regained his breath and slowly sank from the piano to his knees, his conductor, his lover, safely guiding him the entire way down. The feel of the freezing tile floor chilled his body instantly, causing him to stay close to Yoochun for warmth.
“Yoochun-ah,” he began in a slight whisper, his own hands resting on the man’s thighs and drifting closer to that erection hidden behind dress clothes. He wanted to return the favor, to taste the man he had fallen in love with in high school, to take back how badly he hurt him all those years ago. He knew he had lost out on his opportunity to get a second chance a long time ago, knew that there was no way to turn back time and stop the man before him from getting married.
But they still had this moment. They still had their melody.
His hand reached for the zipper of the man’s pants, gently tugging it downward, but to his surprise and dismay, Yoochun gently pried his hand away. “You don’t have to Junsu.” His voice was thick with lust, eyes darkened with pure and unashamed desire.
He was the most beautiful being Junsu had ever seen. He wanted Yoochun, had wanted Yoochun for so long. Wanted Yoochun in a sense that only lovers were permitted.
“I don’t have big boobs and blond hair,” he muttered with a small smile and an even softer chuckle, before closing the distance between himself and the man who seemed to live constantly in his mind and heart. The kiss was tender yet passionate at the same time. It was an erotic waltz that only could be shared between the two of them. At tasting himself within the confines of Yoochun’s mouth, a slight growl rumbled from the back of Junsu’s throat.
It was in that instant, when Junsu released his encouragement in the sound of growl, though it was more like a purr in Yoochun’s ears, was when the other man quickly removed himself from the piano bench and pinned the beautiful male to the tile floor, the kiss breaking off into many hurried and needing kisses, suckles, nips and licks.
The sound of Yoochun’s rustling clothing as he quickly stripped himself was lost onto him. He could only hear the mixed sounds of his rapidly beating heart and Junsu’s panting breaths. Nothing mattered more than the beautiful male sprawled and wanting before him.
With little to no effort, Junsu lifted his lower body from the floor, pressing himself against Yoochun’s aching member, earning him a low hiss from the male above him. “Chun,” he groaned, repeating the action until he got the desired response.
Slipping from the last hold he had on his self control, Yoochun’s dominant hand quickly began its hurried search for Junsu’s entrance, the gateway to a place he had always wanted to lose himself in. Even after Junsu’s betrayal. Yoochun had only wanted to lose himself in his lover, wanted to forget that anything bad had come between them. Even the night he had claimed his wife as his own, the night they had married, Yoochun had only wanted to be wrapped tight in Junsu’s warmth and emotion.
His wife.
Throughout their entire three years of marriage, Yoochun had never been fair to her, and if he dived too deeply into Junsu, indulged himself in forbidden symphony so sweet, he knew he wouldn’t be fair to melody that the they had created together. For the sake of his carefully pieced together life, he would never leave his wife, and he knew that by doing this to Junsu, he would be insulting the man’s loving nature.
Yoochun’s fingers froze inside of the man, stopping in their scissoring motions as he seemed to find some sense of himself. Even if they weren’t as close as a husband and wife should have been, they were still friends and this was still a betrayal to her. And to Junsu, he couldn’t bare to put him through the pain of heartbreak.
Junsu’s writhing frame called Yoochun’s attention and he hesitantly pulled himself away from the terrible thing he had almost done, from what he had already done. “Su, I--” he shook his head and pulled back, clumsily searching for his clothes but reluctant to look away from the beauty. “I can’t do this.”
Understanding what it was the man couldn’t do, Junsu slowly sat up, resting a majority of his weight on his arms as he studied Yoochun carefully. His breath falling in short pants, tumbling from slightly swollen lips and crashing onto the cool surface of the tiled flooring. “Chunnie? You aren’t going, are you?”
“I have to,” his voice was a shocked whisper. “I’m sorry, Junsu-ah. I love you too much to do this to you. I love my wife too much to hurt her like this.” He shook his head and straightened up his half removed shirt. It was only a second later when his motions ceased and slumped against the piano’s bench. The melody came to screeching halt, an unresolved chord hanging in the air and Yoochun had to wonder if it would end like this.
Feeling his heart reach out for the man, Junsu carefully sat up and tightly hugged him from behind, offering every bit of himself that he could. “I love you, Yoochun-ah,” he sighed, tears welling up in his eyes. “So much.” He sniffed, trying to keep it as subtle as possible, “I should have told you that a long time ago though.”
Yoochun’s shoulders shook lightly as he attempted to suppress his silent tears, but Junsu had declared his love for him, had said those words that he had wanted to spill from his lover’s lips ten years ago when they would have really meant the world to him. “I love you, Junsu-ah,” he began silently, “but I can’t--”
“And I’d never ask you to,” Junsu cut him off just as silently, hugging the man in his arms even tighter, no longer simply comforting, but trying to draw comfort from him as well.
Their melody had diminished to a pianissimo volume and modulated into another key all together, but it did hold firm. Yoochun’s music and Junsu’s voice were still ever present, still weaving to form a beautiful art, but no longer together. Their melody now had a counter melody, a painful one that neither could ignore, but also one they could not stop.
The underlying tones that they together had created would have to pull them through the harshness of these new chords they were unfamiliar with. It helped them to pry themselves apart, helped Junsu to clothe himself while Yoochun finished putting himself back together. It helped them to bid the other farewell as they broke off in separate directions. It helped coax them through the mourning of a lost love, a love that should have been but never got the chance.
But the melody was still there. With every footstep away from the other. Blending in with the blood that flowed freely through their bodies. It was in every shuddering breath they took, every strand of hair and every physical feature.
Their melody.