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Changmin pulls the gun away.
“Empty.” He whispers.
Yoochun sobs as Changmin continues to hold him against the wall. “Are you ready to go?” Yoochun moves into Changmin’s arms, nodding. “Good.” They hear footstep and “Jaejoong-sshi!!” Changmin growls as Yoochun’s fist his shirt, tightly.
The door flies open and everyone screams at the sight of Jaejoong’s dead body.
Changmin glares out the window, furious. Yoochun sits beside him, eyes downcast and hands gripping his knees. “Are you mad at me?” Yoochun whispers.
Changmin scoffs, “Do I seem mad?”
Yoochun swallows, “Yes.”
Changmin looks from the window to glare at him, “Well I’m furious.”
Yoochun wets his lips. “Oh.” He looks at his knees before looking back up to meet Changmin’s eyes, “With me?”
Changmin rolls his eyes, “Don’t fucking play stupid.”
Yoochun nods, “I’m sorry.” And Changmin turns back to the window.
Changmin never been compared to anyone before, especially not in a negative light. You’re like Junsu, I’m just here for your fucking pleasure, aren’t I?!! Changmin growls to himself as Yoochun’s voice echoes in his head. It just wouldn’t stop. How many things did he do that Yoochun compared to Junsu? How he walked, how he dressed, how he talked, how he fucked him. He’s never been jealous before. Was he not good enough? Especially not of someone who’s dead.
Yoochun trails behind him as they walk into the building. Changmin wonders what he’s thinking about. The elevator ride is silent; suffocating.
Changmin explodes once the door is locked. He pushes Yoochun against the wall. “Is Junsu all you ever fucking think about?!”
Changmin growls and Yoochun gasps, “N-No!” He doesn’t sound sure at all. He sounds scared.
“You’re a fucking liar.” Changmin growls as he opens Yoochun’s shirt. He stares at Yoochun’s pale skin; all the marks and bruises are fading. Yoochun swallows under Changmin’s stare as he tries to cover his body. Changmin attacks.
Yoochun rocks with each of Changmin’s thrusts. Changmin’s grip is tight as he holds Yoochun against the leather couch in his living room. Yoochun’s fingers dig into his shoulder. “Are you thinking of him?” Changmin hisses, “Do you see Junsu instead of me?”
“No.” Yoochun cries, tears running down his face, “It hurts.”
Changmin growls, thrusting harder, “You’re lying!! You’re all he fucking thinks about.” Yoochun shakes and Changmin angles his next thrust. “Did he fuck you like this? Did you moan like a whore when he did?!!”
Yoochun arches as Changmin his prostate and he moans, “It hurts! Changmin stop!” Changmin forces their lips together and Yoochun sobs, kissing back. He claws at Changmin’s back as his lip trail down, biting his skin. “You’re hurting me!” He rasps.
Changmin stops moving, watching Yoochun gasp under him. It doesn’t calm Changmin, how pathetic Yoochun looks or sounds. It only adds to his rage. He pulls out and Yoochun shudders.
Changmin snorts, throwing his jacket on Yoochun. “Get dressed, you look like a whore.”
Yoochun holds the jacket against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. “Changmin, where are you going?” He whispers.
Changmin glares back at him, “Fuck you.”
The door echoes as it slams.
“I want a new mission.”
Yunho’s eyebrow rise, “What about Yoochun?”
Changmin’s eyes narrow, “He can get a fucking tutor, give me a fucking mission.”
Yunho smirks, “Trouble in paradise?”
Changmin growls, “Listen asshole, it has nothing to do with you, now give me a fucking mission.”
Yunho smirks as he slides over a yellow folder. “Fine, fine. I guess I’ll get someone to pick Yoochun up tomorrow morning?”
Changmin glares at him, “Whatever. Do what you want. But if you touch him, I will know.”
Changmin stares at the file. He’d have to leave as soon as possible.
Guilt finally hits Changmin as he stands outside his apartment door. He wonders if Yoochun is still on the couch, if he cried himself to sleep, if he’s even in the apartment anymore. Changmin bangs his head against the door. “Fuck” He grumbles, thumping his head in a slow pattern. “I fucked up.”
He opens the door and the lights are off. He flips the switch and Yoochun’s no where in sight. Changmin’s eyes follow along each and every corner as he moves towards his room.
The room door is open; inviting.
Yoochun’s curled into Changmin’s side of the bed and Changmin briefly wonders if this is how he slept the days when he couldn’t handle any touches. Changmin sits beside Yoochun’s exhausted body.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers into Yoochun’s ear, “I didn’t mean any of it.” Yoochun snorts a little in his sleep and Changmin kisses his cheek, “I swear I mean it.”
Changmin’s over county lines by the time Yoochun’s alarm rings. Changmin turns off his phone when he realizes he should call Yoochun.
Changmin’s never been to New York -Silent alleys, busy sidewalks, bright lights, loud chatters, couples on the train. It all reminds Changmin of Yoochun in every way.
In the hotel room, Changmin sleeps body folded into Yoochun’s side of the bed.
The mission is slow, hours turning into days turning into weeks. By the time his mission is done and it’s pushing a month since Changmin’s seen Yoochun. And Changmin aches.
Yunho’s smirking when Changmin enters the office. “What did you do to Yoochun?”
Yunho laughs, “As much as I wanted to taint and possibly fuck him, I fear your all knowing mind.”
Changmin sighs as he throws the file on the desk. “Completed.” Yunho’s smirk widens.
“Going home?”
Changmin glares, “Yeah don’t call me for a while.”
The key is still the same, Changmin finds as he walks in. The apartment is cold and Changmin wonders if it’s always been this cold. He ventures in and wonders if Yoochun’s even there anymore when Yoochun walks out into the hallway. He looks the same. He stops as he notices Changmin.
Yoochun opens his mouth a few times. “I-I started the bath for you.” Sounds the same.
Changmin moves towards him, hand digging in his pocket. They stare at each other once Changmin is only a few feet away.
Yoochun swallows, “I started the b-bath.” Acts the same.
Changmin reaches for his hand as he leans down to press their lips together. Feels the same. Changmin tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Tastes the same. Changmin presses his face into Yoochun’s neck, softly inhaling. Smells the same.
“Good.” He whispers as he moves to the bathroom. Very good.
The water feels perfect and Changmin groans, sliding into the warm water. He’s covered in blood. Having left America once his mission was done, only picking up his stuff before getting a one way back to South Korea. He leans his head back, eyes closed when he hears the door. It’s almost inaudible. But he hears it.
“Ch-Changmin?” Yoochun whispers as he sits beside the tub.
“Yes?” His eyes are still closed.
“I missed you.” Changmin opens his eyes and Yoochun’s two seconds from crying. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, “I never ever compa-”
Changmin kisses him again, over the edge of the tub. He is the same.
They have sex under the spray of hot water. Yoochun falls for each and every one Changmin’s touches. Changmin remaps Yoochun’s body with his tongue. Finding every spot that makes Yoochun groan, cry and just melt in Changmin’s arms all over again.
Changmin sleeps with Yoochun tucked into his body; instead of his side of the bed. It feels nice as Yoochun softly snores into his skin. Yoochun’s fingers splayed across his sleeping chest, his legs tangled with his, cold toes curled against his warm skin.
Changmin missed it -missed Yoochun.
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“Empty.” He whispers.
Yoochun sobs as Changmin continues to hold him against the wall. “Are you ready to go?” Yoochun moves into Changmin’s arms, nodding. “Good.” They hear footstep and “Jaejoong-sshi!!” Changmin growls as Yoochun’s fist his shirt, tightly.
The door flies open and everyone screams at the sight of Jaejoong’s dead body.
Changmin glares out the window, furious. Yoochun sits beside him, eyes downcast and hands gripping his knees. “Are you mad at me?” Yoochun whispers.
Changmin scoffs, “Do I seem mad?”
Yoochun swallows, “Yes.”
Changmin looks from the window to glare at him, “Well I’m furious.”
Yoochun wets his lips. “Oh.” He looks at his knees before looking back up to meet Changmin’s eyes, “With me?”
Changmin rolls his eyes, “Don’t fucking play stupid.”
Yoochun nods, “I’m sorry.” And Changmin turns back to the window.
Changmin never been compared to anyone before, especially not in a negative light. You’re like Junsu, I’m just here for your fucking pleasure, aren’t I?!! Changmin growls to himself as Yoochun’s voice echoes in his head. It just wouldn’t stop. How many things did he do that Yoochun compared to Junsu? How he walked, how he dressed, how he talked, how he fucked him. He’s never been jealous before. Was he not good enough? Especially not of someone who’s dead.
Yoochun trails behind him as they walk into the building. Changmin wonders what he’s thinking about. The elevator ride is silent; suffocating.
Changmin explodes once the door is locked. He pushes Yoochun against the wall. “Is Junsu all you ever fucking think about?!”
Changmin growls and Yoochun gasps, “N-No!” He doesn’t sound sure at all. He sounds scared.
“You’re a fucking liar.” Changmin growls as he opens Yoochun’s shirt. He stares at Yoochun’s pale skin; all the marks and bruises are fading. Yoochun swallows under Changmin’s stare as he tries to cover his body. Changmin attacks.
Yoochun rocks with each of Changmin’s thrusts. Changmin’s grip is tight as he holds Yoochun against the leather couch in his living room. Yoochun’s fingers dig into his shoulder. “Are you thinking of him?” Changmin hisses, “Do you see Junsu instead of me?”
“No.” Yoochun cries, tears running down his face, “It hurts.”
Changmin growls, thrusting harder, “You’re lying!! You’re all he fucking thinks about.” Yoochun shakes and Changmin angles his next thrust. “Did he fuck you like this? Did you moan like a whore when he did?!!”
Yoochun arches as Changmin his prostate and he moans, “It hurts! Changmin stop!” Changmin forces their lips together and Yoochun sobs, kissing back. He claws at Changmin’s back as his lip trail down, biting his skin. “You’re hurting me!” He rasps.
Changmin stops moving, watching Yoochun gasp under him. It doesn’t calm Changmin, how pathetic Yoochun looks or sounds. It only adds to his rage. He pulls out and Yoochun shudders.
Changmin snorts, throwing his jacket on Yoochun. “Get dressed, you look like a whore.”
Yoochun holds the jacket against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. “Changmin, where are you going?” He whispers.
Changmin glares back at him, “Fuck you.”
The door echoes as it slams.
“I want a new mission.”
Yunho’s eyebrow rise, “What about Yoochun?”
Changmin’s eyes narrow, “He can get a fucking tutor, give me a fucking mission.”
Yunho smirks, “Trouble in paradise?”
Changmin growls, “Listen asshole, it has nothing to do with you, now give me a fucking mission.”
Yunho smirks as he slides over a yellow folder. “Fine, fine. I guess I’ll get someone to pick Yoochun up tomorrow morning?”
Changmin glares at him, “Whatever. Do what you want. But if you touch him, I will know.”
Changmin stares at the file. He’d have to leave as soon as possible.
Guilt finally hits Changmin as he stands outside his apartment door. He wonders if Yoochun is still on the couch, if he cried himself to sleep, if he’s even in the apartment anymore. Changmin bangs his head against the door. “Fuck” He grumbles, thumping his head in a slow pattern. “I fucked up.”
He opens the door and the lights are off. He flips the switch and Yoochun’s no where in sight. Changmin’s eyes follow along each and every corner as he moves towards his room.
The room door is open; inviting.
Yoochun’s curled into Changmin’s side of the bed and Changmin briefly wonders if this is how he slept the days when he couldn’t handle any touches. Changmin sits beside Yoochun’s exhausted body.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers into Yoochun’s ear, “I didn’t mean any of it.” Yoochun snorts a little in his sleep and Changmin kisses his cheek, “I swear I mean it.”
Changmin’s over county lines by the time Yoochun’s alarm rings. Changmin turns off his phone when he realizes he should call Yoochun.
Changmin’s never been to New York -Silent alleys, busy sidewalks, bright lights, loud chatters, couples on the train. It all reminds Changmin of Yoochun in every way.
In the hotel room, Changmin sleeps body folded into Yoochun’s side of the bed.
The mission is slow, hours turning into days turning into weeks. By the time his mission is done and it’s pushing a month since Changmin’s seen Yoochun. And Changmin aches.
Yunho’s smirking when Changmin enters the office. “What did you do to Yoochun?”
Yunho laughs, “As much as I wanted to taint and possibly fuck him, I fear your all knowing mind.”
Changmin sighs as he throws the file on the desk. “Completed.” Yunho’s smirk widens.
“Going home?”
Changmin glares, “Yeah don’t call me for a while.”
The key is still the same, Changmin finds as he walks in. The apartment is cold and Changmin wonders if it’s always been this cold. He ventures in and wonders if Yoochun’s even there anymore when Yoochun walks out into the hallway. He looks the same. He stops as he notices Changmin.
Yoochun opens his mouth a few times. “I-I started the bath for you.” Sounds the same.
Changmin moves towards him, hand digging in his pocket. They stare at each other once Changmin is only a few feet away.
Yoochun swallows, “I started the b-bath.” Acts the same.
Changmin reaches for his hand as he leans down to press their lips together. Feels the same. Changmin tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Tastes the same. Changmin presses his face into Yoochun’s neck, softly inhaling. Smells the same.
“Good.” He whispers as he moves to the bathroom. Very good.
The water feels perfect and Changmin groans, sliding into the warm water. He’s covered in blood. Having left America once his mission was done, only picking up his stuff before getting a one way back to South Korea. He leans his head back, eyes closed when he hears the door. It’s almost inaudible. But he hears it.
“Ch-Changmin?” Yoochun whispers as he sits beside the tub.
“Yes?” His eyes are still closed.
“I missed you.” Changmin opens his eyes and Yoochun’s two seconds from crying. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, “I never ever compa-”
Changmin kisses him again, over the edge of the tub. He is the same.
They have sex under the spray of hot water. Yoochun falls for each and every one Changmin’s touches. Changmin remaps Yoochun’s body with his tongue. Finding every spot that makes Yoochun groan, cry and just melt in Changmin’s arms all over again.
Changmin sleeps with Yoochun tucked into his body; instead of his side of the bed. It feels nice as Yoochun softly snores into his skin. Yoochun’s fingers splayed across his sleeping chest, his legs tangled with his, cold toes curled against his warm skin.
Changmin missed it -missed Yoochun.
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