FIERCE HEART CHAPTER 7

Jun 22, 2010 19:48



Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu, slight Yunho/Jaejoong , slight Siwon/ Heechul
Disclaimer: They are not mine but each have their own place in my heart ;)
Warning: m-preg, rape, romance, jealousy
Summary: Darkly handsome and rich beyond imagining, Yoochun was called the Black Lion for his fierceness... until he met the golden-eyed Junsu whose fiery spirit matched his own. Junsu endured all to be by his side until jealousy and lies drove him across the sea and plunge into danger.

The lovely poster- credit goes to didikoishi- thanx 4 making da poster 4 fierce heart

CHAPTERS : 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 2526 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31(p1) | 31(p2) |

Chapter 7.

“There are no best courses today, but our Cook had promised one, within two days.”

“I cannot stay for two days. I have to go back to Carstairs.” Yoochun said bleakly.

“I know nothing about you.” Junsu faced went white and his delicate arched brows lifted. “Don’t you have a wife?”

Yoochun studied Junsu “No. no wife nor sister nor mother.”

Color returned to Junsu’s face. It could not make any difference to him but he was extremely glad that Yoochun had no wife.

The meal was over. He did not want to leave Yoochun, but wanted very much to stay with him.

“I must attend to Harang, my Frisian.” Yoochun hesitated.” Would you like to see how gentle he is?”

“Yes!” Junsu instantly looked away. That was too eager.

“I must come separately then. My mother will need my help. Junsu whispered quietly, so anyone couldn’t hear them.

Yoochun nodded.

This is so…like a secret affair.

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Junsu couldn’t understand his mother. Everything he did, Yuna corrected.
Yuna also told his son to leave because Junsu was too clumsy, she said.

I don’t think that I was clumsy though…

Junsu hurried to the stables before his mother change her mind.

Yoochun stroked Harang thick black mane and wondered at himself for jumping at every sound and looking constantly toward the stall door. Yoochun’s breath caught at his throat with the sight of Junsu, his lips wide in a smile of triumph, his golden eyes brilliant from a run through the cold wind.

“I must return soon”, he whispered; they were like conspirators.

Cautiously, Junsu approached and the beautiful black horse nuzzled his shoulder. He laughed as he stroked the lovely head.

“You were right, he is sweet... It’s just his size and blackness that frightened me.” He startled and stared at Yoochun, just beside him. “Like you.”

Before he could answer, they heard two men begin to speak, from the far end of the stable. Junsu looked up with panic in his eyes. “My father! He did not like me to speak with other man”

War had thought Yoochun to be resourceful and to think quickly.

He grabbed a russet cloak from the back of the stall and threw it across Junsu’s shoulders, covering Junsu’s golden mass of hair with its hood. Yoochun moved him so Junsu’s small back was at the door and stood facing him. As Junsu looked up at him with a slight smile and such a complete trust, his arms snaked around Junsu and his lips touched his, gently at first.

Junhyung was forgotten, and neither heard his footstep or knew he was looking into the stall. He saw Yoochun kissing a serf boy, for only serf wore russets cloak, and he left, chuckling to himself. He liked to know his guest were well entertained…but if he was just one second late…he could see a strand of golden hair that only belong to his lovely son, escaped from the hood.

At the first touched of Yoochun’s lips, Junsu thought all his senses had flown. He felt only Yoochun's lips, his body next to his, and he never experienced anything that made him felt like this. He slanted his mouth to the side and put his arms around Yoochun neck, pulling him closer and closer to him. Yoochun’s arms tightened and he felt his strong hard body pressed to him, every inch of his, hungering more for him.

Yoochun lips parted and Junsu followed his example, moving his lips under Yoochun’s. Junsu heart beats wildly, thundering in his ears. He would not let go.

Yoochun pushed Junsu from him, his body aching at the sight of Junsu’s closed eyes and his moist, parted lips “Go!” Yoochun voice harsh.

Junsu nodded and silently left the stall, his legs weak and trembling from the force of his emotion.

Kim Yuna watched his son coming into the Great Hall and gives him chores. “There are bath to prepare for our guest, and you... my son…must help.”

Junsu looked in surprised. His father did not allow him to help bathe guests. “I don’t know what to do!”

“Just get me Jess and Tiff. Go!” Kim Yuna ordered his son. This is odd…

Junsu was very tired when hours later; he saw Yoochun enters the bathing chambers. He was confused by this man whom….

Jess come to Junsu and gave him a sly look. “You must tell your mother that your father needs her and had to come straight away.”

“I can’t. You tell her...”

“No way. He was in there.” She looked at the chamber in horror.

Junsu narrowed his eyes at the girl and send her away. He knocked timidly at the door and opened it a crack…and began relying his father’s messages.

“Junsu! Come. Closed the door. The heat will escape. Now, tell me the messages.”

Carefully avoiding Yoochun eyes, which he could feel burning behind his back, Junsu gave his message.

Yuna put her thin cloaks hastily across her shoulders. “I beg your pardon my lords. My son will help you with your bath. Junsu, make sure you don’t get your thin cloak and surcoat wet.”

Alone now, Junsu couldn’t turn to see Yoochun..but... the sadness in Yoochun tone immediately changed his mind.

“I don’t need your help. You can leave if you want.”Junsu heart painfully constricted. I don't want to...can't you see...

He turned to smile at Yoochun and found himself staring at the steaming tub wide-eyed. Yoochun shoulders were wide, his chest thick and muscles at his arms greatly defined…and his curly hair were wet.

He cannot help it. He laughed. “You look like a drown puppy”. Junsu blurted out. Junsu appalled and looked away.

Yoochun began to laughed, a rare occurrence. Then, they both laughed together.

Yoochun then glared at him,” I cannot see how such a lovely lady as your mother was cursed with such a mannerless son. “Come, wash my back”.

As he stepped forward, he remembered his mother’s warning. He removed his thin cloaked from his shoulder and his outer surcoat. “Now, I will not get wet”

Yoochun watched Junsu undress and was glad for the heat from the water. Dressed only in gold tunic, which fitted as a second skin, none of his lovely figures was hidden.

Silently, Junsu took the soap and lathered it. He touched the warm smooth skin of Yoochun’s back. His hands delighted with the touch. He follows the wide shoulders, the sexy collarbone, to his arms. His chest was from iron and his hand trailed to Yoochun’s neck, a restraint power of the lord who trained every single days. He smiled and looked for the first time, at Yoochun’s face.

Yoochun stared at him with the strangest expression on his face. For some reason, Junsu blushed.

“Close your eyes. I’m not finish.”

“Yes, but…”Yoochun voice was hardly more than a whisper- harsh, ragged. He closed his eyes eventually.

Junsu ran a light fingers over the handsome face, not able to resist touching Yoochun’s full lower lips. Yoochun lashes moved as if he wants to open his eyes, so Junsu quickly ran a soapy finger on each eye-lid.

When Yoochun left in a few days, he wants to remember this, to burn them in his memory.

Junsu rubbed Yoochun’s scalp hard. After everything was done, Yoochun stood up from the tub, his back on him and Junsu paused to look at his glistening nude body.

Yoochun cast a backward glance toward Junsu, questioning on his long paused.

Junsu had soaked the entire front of the figure-molding tunic, leaving little to his imagination. He turned away quickly. “Su! The water grows cold”

Junsu seemed not to notice Yoochun’s sharp tone, but quickly stood on a stool and poured water over Yoochun’s head.

Afterward, they sat on the benches at the corner of the chamber, reluctant to leave each other. Yoochun tried to keep his mind from Junsu’s transparent tunic, Junsu’s golden eyes sparkling in amusement. He knew he should dress, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t cover his skin where Junsu had touched them.

“So, tell me Su…can I call you that? Why is that your father forbid you to bath guests?”

Junsu nodded. “I was in this room when I was 12 years old. A knight visits us, and I thought of him silly when the man often asked me to sit on his lap.” Junsu did not see Yoochun frowned and that his knuckles went white…but he tried to relax himself for Junsu sake but failed.

“When he bathes, I accidentally entered the room to search for my lost pet. Everything happened at once. I walked at the fire a moment and the knight jumped on me…thanks to my father. I was saved. It’s a long story. Just a long time ago memory.”

Junsu looked at Yoochun face. There was no expression crossing that handsome face but he could see Yoochun’s knuckles went white.

Junsu decided to say something.“Ehmm, did I hurt you anywhere?”

Yoochun looked at Junsu puzzled.

“When I bath you?” Junsu pinned Yoochun, with his innocence eyes.

Yoochun laughed, hard. He looked at Junsu’s small hand and body but find the idea of Junsu hurting him at bath was priceless.

Junsu gasped and eventually laughed with him.

Yuna quietly opened the door. She was greeted by a wet Junsu and a nearly nude Yoochun laughing their hearts out. She smiled in secret.

Clothed again in perfectly tailored dress, Yoochun prepared to leave the room.” I never enjoyed a bath as much. I don’t think I have ever laughed that much today too. Thank you.”

He looked at Junsu’s lovely face, eyes bright from laughter, and he imagined him at Carstairs and liked the idea very much.

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