BROKEN
This is for my missing unnie/pimp omgorgasm because she wanted JaeChunSuGeng and I am her fic whore
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BROKEN
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The door opens and Junsu’s eyes widen at the sight of Hankyung on their doorsteps. There’s a quick, tight hug and Hankyung’s small carrybag is taken from his hands and he is dragged inside. Junsu doesn’t ask why he is here.
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There’s two queen sized beds pushed together and Hankyung curls up on one of them, his head resting on Yoochun’s arm and Junsu’s hand splayed across his stomach. Jaejoong isn’t there that night and Hankyung had told them not to call; Jaejoong would be free of his burden for another night. He breathes in the soft scent of Yoochun’s aftershave as the other hug him closer and he’s shaking and Junsu spoons him, the hand tightening around his middle, offering warmth. They sleep pressed together and Hankyung doesn’t cry that night.
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He’s in the shower when Jaejoong comes home. The bathroom door opens and Jaejoong steps under the water without taking his clothes off, stepping close, wrapping arms around Hankyung’s neck and says nothing. The water cascading down around them as Jaejoong nuzzled his neck and Hankyung hugged him close, holding on as if for dear life. The water goes cold before they let go.
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He watches them on television, dressed in Yoochun’s shirt and curled up on the couch. He watches and he sees the pain in their movements and he hears the questions the others are shouting at him through the screen. Hankyung doesn’t realize that he’s crying until Yoochun is pulling him onto his lap and Jaejoong is rubbing soft circles on his back. Junsu turns off the television and pulls out the plug.
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The bottles scatter and roll on the floor as Hankyung and Junsu dance in the middle of the lounge room floor, tipsy spins and soft laughter and uncoordinated moves. They dance their own dances, each other’s dances, make up new dances and think of mirrored practice rooms and sweat covered floors and happy smiles. They catch each other as they both stumble. They don’t dance after that, Junsu’s tear stricken face is pressed into Hankyung’s chest as they hug each other to sleep on the floor. The soju bottles stops rolling after a while.
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They don disguises: hats, sunglasses and masks and Yoochun is pulling him along by the hand. They shop and try on things, sightseeing around the buildings, eating by a small food stall on the side of the road. Then Hankyung remembers that they are in Japan and it doesn’t even matter anymore, because he has his freedom back now. Yoochun laughs along with him as they talk about stealing their contracts and making a bonfire. They leave the hats and the sunglasses and the masks behind and they’re running through the streets, exhilaration and loss flowing through them as no one recognized them. They go to a themepark and ride the rollercoaster and the carousel, buys cotton candy and balloons, until they are too exhausted to think; to feel.
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The curtains are shut and in the darkness, they kiss. Soft and languid, gentle like their touches. There are hands and lips and bodies pressed close; there’s movement and caresses and breathing, but mostly just kisses. They kiss again and again, here and there and everywhere, because the kisses feel like love and comfort and hope, and they are all hurting. They kiss and touch and love and it makes them feel that little less broken.
//end
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BROKEN
~
The door opens and Junsu’s eyes widen at the sight of Hankyung on their doorsteps. There’s a quick, tight hug and Hankyung’s small carrybag is taken from his hands and he is dragged inside. Junsu doesn’t ask why he is here.
~
There’s two queen sized beds pushed together and Hankyung curls up on one of them, his head resting on Yoochun’s arm and Junsu’s hand splayed across his stomach. Jaejoong isn’t there that night and Hankyung had told them not to call; Jaejoong would be free of his burden for another night. He breathes in the soft scent of Yoochun’s aftershave as the other hug him closer and he’s shaking and Junsu spoons him, the hand tightening around his middle, offering warmth. They sleep pressed together and Hankyung doesn’t cry that night.
~
He’s in the shower when Jaejoong comes home. The bathroom door opens and Jaejoong steps under the water without taking his clothes off, stepping close, wrapping arms around Hankyung’s neck and says nothing. The water cascading down around them as Jaejoong nuzzled his neck and Hankyung hugged him close, holding on as if for dear life. The water goes cold before they let go.
~
He watches them on television, dressed in Yoochun’s shirt and curled up on the couch. He watches and he sees the pain in their movements and he hears the questions the others are shouting at him through the screen. Hankyung doesn’t realize that he’s crying until Yoochun is pulling him onto his lap and Jaejoong is rubbing soft circles on his back. Junsu turns off the television and pulls out the plug.
~
The bottles scatter and roll on the floor as Hankyung and Junsu dance in the middle of the lounge room floor, tipsy spins and soft laughter and uncoordinated moves. They dance their own dances, each other’s dances, make up new dances and think of mirrored practice rooms and sweat covered floors and happy smiles. They catch each other as they both stumble. They don’t dance after that, Junsu’s tear stricken face is pressed into Hankyung’s chest as they hug each other to sleep on the floor. The soju bottles stops rolling after a while.
~
They don disguises: hats, sunglasses and masks and Yoochun is pulling him along by the hand. They shop and try on things, sightseeing around the buildings, eating by a small food stall on the side of the road. Then Hankyung remembers that they are in Japan and it doesn’t even matter anymore, because he has his freedom back now. Yoochun laughs along with him as they talk about stealing their contracts and making a bonfire. They leave the hats and the sunglasses and the masks behind and they’re running through the streets, exhilaration and loss flowing through them as no one recognized them. They go to a themepark and ride the rollercoaster and the carousel, buys cotton candy and balloons, until they are too exhausted to think; to feel.
~
The curtains are shut and in the darkness, they kiss. Soft and languid, gentle like their touches. There are hands and lips and bodies pressed close; there’s movement and caresses and breathing, but mostly just kisses. They kiss again and again, here and there and everywhere, because the kisses feel like love and comfort and hope, and they are all hurting. They kiss and touch and love and it makes them feel that little less broken.
//end