Image of you [oneshot]
Promoting new album takes a lot of energy and determination. Having some free time was something unreal and made the boys feel even more drained, but it was their job. Live shows, dramas, photo shoots, interviews, training and many more things were included in their hectic schedule. So, when Minjae came to the living room of their dorm and said “You have one day to do what you want.” Everyone was even more than simply happy. It was like a Christmas wish coming true in depths of hell.
Wooyoung, Taecyeon, Junho and Nichkhun decided to go to the pool and have some fun in the water. They found a hotel, which had spa center, pools and similar things related to water activities and leisure.
“Why don’t you come with us, Chansung?” Khun asked.
“I really want to get a good share of sleep and finish the book I began reading last month.” He yawned.
“I see. What about you, hyung?” Taec looked at Junsu.
“I want to work on some songs.” He took a cup of coffee and sipped.
“You’re boring… It’s always you and music. You should marry it.” Taec laughed and punched his shoulder on the way to their room.
“And you should marry your muscles.”
The four of them left the dorm soon. Junsu went to the kitchen and asked Chansung if he wanted anything, but it was pretty obvious what kind of answer the older boy would get. The maknae came closer to his hyung and rested his chin on Junsu’s shoulder behind him.
“Chan, I’m making food, go away.” His voice became cold suddenly.
“But I’m not interrupting anything, hyung.”
“You are. Too close.” He turned around to push the maknae away.
“What? You’re weird, hyung.”
Chansung went to his room and shut the door. Something’s wrong with Junsu. Do I smell or something. It sucks, he’s cold to me recently. It can’t go on. Maybe I did something wrong and angered him… He was laying on his bed, when he heard Junsu shouting something about the food and the sound of door closing.
He went to the kitchen and saw a plate full of food, made by Junsu. Chansung smiled to himself and devoured the food in a few minutes. He washed the dishes and went to his room to take the book he wanted to finish. Chansung came back to the living room and placed himself on the couch. He didn’t feel when, but he fell asleep with a book in his hands, though the sun was shining brightly to his face.
It was already 11PM when he woke up. Shit, I feel asleep. I guess the book will have to wait. The maknae got up and wandered around the apartment, expecting Junsu to be here, but he wasn’t. What the hell, he could at least call me or write a message. He stepped into the vocalist’s and giant’s room. Chansung spotted a photo camera on Junsu’s bed. He knew his hyung’s hobby to take embarrassing pictures of 2PM members, so he smiled mischievously taking the camera. Maybe I shouldn’t do this, but it’s your fault. You never show us the pictures you take. He giggled and turned on the camera.
His eyes got wider with every click to go further through pictures. A shiver run down through his spine as he furiously was clicking the ‘next’ button. What? Why?.. He was staring at himself in those pictures. It was him - smiling, pouting, pulling pranks on his hyungs, sleeping, eating and many more. But what was the most important…
The door banged behind him. “What are you doing?!”. Junsu was staring at the taller boy’s back. Chansung turned around and then Junsu saw a camera in his hands. He rushed to the maknae and grabbed it. “I think I told you not to touch my personal belongings?” He yelled to his face.
“These pictures…” He saw the dread in the vocalist’s dark orbs. “Why is it only me?”
Junsu couldn’t hold Chan’s gaze, he looked away biting his lower lip nervously. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not your business.” Junsu has never felt so much embarrassment in his life before. He felt his heart almost jumping out of his chest.
“What do you mean it’s not my business?!” Now Chansung was yelling. “It’s me! I’m in your pictures! Everywhere! It’s MY fuckin business. What does that mean? Do you really hate me or something?”
Junsu had a confused expression, when he looked back at furious maknae. “What? I hate you? Where did you get that from?”
“Your behavior! You avoid me so much that I can’t think of anything else as hate. The only times you act friendly are the times when we’re dead tired after our schedule and you lean on my shoulder sleeping in the car.” Chansung thought his vision must be failing, because it looked like Junsu blushed at the last statement.
“I-it’s nothing like that…” He opened the drawer of his desk and put the camera inside it.
“Then explain it.” Chansung’s gaze was almost burning holes in the older boy’s back.
“I…” Junsu was still avoiding the maknae’s look. “I can’t.” He was hoping for Chansung’s retrieval from his room, but his hopes were shattered.
Chansung grabbed Junsu by his collar and pushed him to the wall. Junsu was caught off guard, he didn’t expect the younger boy to get so mad at him. All he could see was Chan’s frowned brows and intense gaze. “Tell me.” His voice was low and calm, but that didn’t mean anything good and Junsu knew it. “I want to know the reason behind those pictures.”
Junsu was flustered as he could feel Chan’s face getting closer to his, fist gripping his collar tighter. He couldn’t tell a thing to the maknae, he just couldn’t express it in words. When did he fell in love with him? When did his feelings start to change? How could he reveal it to the one, who’s now so close and has no clue? He opened his mouth trying to make his thoughts into words, but it was pointless. Junsu lost his voice.
Chansung saw Junsu’s desperate face and felt something sharp in his chest. He didn’t want to hurt him, but he wanted to know the truth. Junsu was important to him, they spent so much time together since Hot Blood days and recent coldness made him angry. He noticed Junsu was trying to answer his question, but the sound never left his throat.
Chansung wanted to pull away and apologize to the vocalist, but he froze when he felt Junsu’s soft lips on his. The taller boy couldn’t react properly, he was shocked. Junsu pulled away quickly, breaking the shy kiss he gave to the maknae. “I’m sorry. I have serious feelings for you.” He felt Chansung’s fist getting loose on his collar. “I’m screwed, right?” Junsu chuckled nervously. “Just leave the room and forget about this. That’s why I was avoiding you.”
As Junsu was getting closer to the door Chansung grabbed him by his lean waist, hugged him tighly and crushed his lips onto Junsu’s making him moan into the taller boy’s mouth. Things were getting in their way as they stumbled across the room to the bed.
Junsu’s mind went blank and he circled his arms around Chan’s neck, when they fell on the bed. He could feel the body heat increasing between the two of them. The taste of Chansung’s lips and mouth was making him purr as he let his tongue inside his own mouth.
Chansung had no idea Junsu’s lips could be so addictive. He just wanted to feel more of his warmth, but Junsu broke their lustful kiss, cupping Chan’s face into his heated palms and panting beneath him. He could see the bright red color on Junsu’s cheeks. Cute. He smiled and put his hands under Junsu’s shirt, stroking his abs gently.
“Wait, Chansung.” He was staring straight to the dark eyes above his. “Now I’m confused. Are you playing with me?”
“No. It seems like the serious feeling is mutual.” He nuzzled his nose to Junsu’s temple and whispered. “And the next time you take a picture of me, be sure to do it when I’m kissing you.”