| Fan Fiction |
by Walin
"Was it enough to scare you out of being shocked?"
"What are you talking about?" Junsu walked towards his door.
"Who exactly was that ‘someone’ you were talking about?" he asked.
Junsu hid his grin. He knew Yoochun knew exactly who he was referring to. He fumbled to open the door.
"Yah, answer me already," Yoochun demanded as his hand went to take hold of the doorknob firmly.
"Why are you picking on me?" Junsu backed up a step as Yoochun came closer.
"Yah, how am I picking on you? You’re the one that’s been acting the whole time," he reminded the man.
"Junsu! Junsu!" Changmin’s voice came from the staircase.
Yoochun fearing that their conversation would be interrupted turned the doorknob and pushed it open. His hands then went to Junsu’s shoulders, he dragged him into the room and shut the door quickly but quietly.
"What are you…" his mouth was covered with Yoochun’s hand.
"Shhh," he hissed.
"Junsu! Yah, where are you? Since you were just acting that means you broke my computer and laptop on purpose! Where are you? You have to buy me a new laptop and computer!" Changmin ran over to the door. "Yah, I know you’re in there! Open up!" he pounded on the door.
Yoochun kept his grip tightly on Junsu’s mouth. All the while Junsu’s eyes never left Yoochun’s face.
"Yah! Open up! You owe me laptops and computers! Oh and it was you that broke my ipod wasn’t it? Aish, open up!" Changmin was outside of Junsu’s door for a few more seconds before giving up and turning back to his room.
"He’s gone," Yoochun finally let go of Junsu’s mouth once he heard a door shut down the hallway. "You see what kind of trouble this gets you into when you act like that?" he spoke without even turning around to see the other man’s eyes. "You know how much he loves his computers, he’s not going to let you off easily," he added finally turned around after not getting a response. His eyes blinked a few times to make sure that the face in front of him was real. Junsu was beautiful, the sunset coming in through the big window behind him made his hair glow. But what made him breathless was his eyes. They were innocently staring at him, but yet so seductive.
"Kiss me already," Junsu spoke.
Within a second Yoochun’s face was on Junsu's. His lips were on Junsu’s lips, sucking them furiously, making a suctioning sound.
Junsu stumbled backwards as Yoochun came forward. All the way back to Junsu’s big fluffy bed, Yoochun pulled the other ontop of him as his back hit the bed. Their lips not parting for a second as their hands grazed each other’s body, wanting to feel the other person. Soon they were tugging off each other’s shirt. Yoochun then pushed him over onto the bed and he got on top. Eating up Junsu’s lips then moving down to the neck, he had hungered for this man’s lips and neck for so long that he had forgotten when it started. He left no dry spot on Junsu’s neck as he moved onto Junsu’s chest. As his mouth worked the upper part of the body one of his hand had slipped down to Junsu’s thigh. Finally freeing Junsu out of his pants, he pulled his head up. His lips were puffy and red as if he had been stung by a bee. He gave a smile once he saw the other man’s body. Junsu’s lips, neck, and chest were no less red than his lips.
"Don’t look at me like that," Junsu brought his hand up to cover his chest.
"You’re beautiful," he lowered his mouth to Junsu’s ear. His eyes on Junsu’s face as he pulled back.
Junsu couldn’t help but smile once he heard the words. "I know I am," he joked.
"When did you become so confident? I guess there’s a lot about you I don’t know," his rubbed at Junsu’s thighs before slipping in between them. Catching Junsu by surprise as his hand shook with what stood from the man’s pelvis.
"Erg," Junsu squirmed at the sudden contact. His smile disappeared instantly.
Yoochun gave a little squeeze to Junsu’s member as his face went back down to those lips. Trying to make Junsu more at ease for his next move, his hand slid back and down the growing meat in his hand. Minutes passed and Junsu was breathing into Yoochun’s mouth, unable to control himself anymore as the first shot of warm liquid came from his member. Yoochun’s hand was soaked as he took a last stroke to the rock hard meat stick.
"I can’t take it anymore," Yoochun got on his knees and undid his jeans, pulling them down with his boxer in one move. His own member pointed straight upwards towards Junsu.
Junsu seemed shocked at first then immediately his hand went to return the favor, but it was right on contact that Yoochun spilled his first load. Just the feel of Junsu’s hand drove him insane. His hands searched for a place to land on, he found it on Junsu’s shoulders.
Junsu moved closer to Yoochun as he lowered his head and gave the rock hard member kisses all around. His soaked hand milked the other man covering it with the juice.
Yoochun moved forward forcing Junsu flat on his back. Yoochun’s hands roamed on either side of Junsu’s legs. Finally pulling them up by the knee, his hard member looking for a warm place to relieve it from it’s erection. He found it, he moved up closer and slowly he disappeared into the warm hole.
"Ahh," Junsu squeaked as the hard stick forced it’s way into him. His hands came up to Yoochun’s chest. Pushing at first, then it would slide to the back and pull him closer, as if suggesting when to slow down or when to go faster. In no time Yoochun was all the way in and then back out. He repeated his act for a few minutes as the both of them became covered in sweat. As the rhythm increased their bodies became more tensed and soon they were moaning in ecstasy. Yoochun slumped over once his load was shot into the other man’s body. The liquid shot from Junsu covered the other man's stomach.
"Are you ready to tell me everything now?" Yoochun's left hand swept the strands of bang from Junsu's forehead.
"Ready? I've wanted to tell you since the first day," Junsu looked up to the man who's arm his head rested on. "I just wanted you to ask me," he explained.
"Why are you going around in circles? Just tell me already," Yoochun demanded.
"Yah, why are you talking to me like that?" Junsu shot back.
"I'm just asking you to explain it to me," Yoochun replied.
"Or else what? You're going to make me sleep with girls?" Junsu sat up immediately.
"You're upset? Shouldn't I be the one who's upset about this? You're the one that's been lying all this time," he spoke without thinking.
Junsu turned to glance at him quickly. "Yeah, I lied to everyone for no reason," he said sarcastically.
"That's not what I meant," Yoochun sat up. "You know that's not what I meant," his hands went to Junsu's shoulders.
"What else is it suppose to mean?"
"Junsu," he was interrupted.
"I lied to everyone because I wanted to make a fool out of everyone. I lied to you because I thought it was fun having you take care of me and pay attention to me," Junsu was in tears now.
"I'm sorry," Yoochun leaned forward as his arms wrapped around the other man's chest. His naked chest rubbing at Junsu's back. "I didn't mean it that way," he repeated. "I know why you sick, but I don't know the reason for your recovery," Yoochun explained.
"I told you why," Junsu pulled away and turned to face Yoochun. "You're the reason I recovered. That rainy day when you took me out for a drive. You almost ran into the ditch because of me, instead of being angry with me, you held me in your arms and protected me," Junsu reminded him.
"Was it really because of me?"
"After that day, I slowly began to put things back together in my head. I didn't want to tell you the truth because I was scared....... that you wouldn't pay attention to me like how you did before. You wouldn't rest your head on my lap and tell me how your day went. You wouldn't scrub my back or massage my feet anymore. You wouldn't ..... like me anymore," Junsu bit his little lower lip as he finished his confession.
"Idiot," was the first word from Yoochun's mouth.
Junsu's eyes made contact with Yoochun's.
"Why wouldn't I do those things for you even if you're not sick?"
"You would?"
Yoochun pulled the man into his arms again. Their naked bodies made contact once more. "And maybe more if I knew you weren't sick," Yoochun added.
"Yah," Junsu pushed against the man's chest.
"There's no need to push me away. I'll never leave," Yoochun pulled them both back down onto the bed. His lips locking onto Junsu's as his left hand pulled the white cover over their heads.
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"This is my room, my only room," the blond headed man sat on the bed. "Youngwoong is here to stay, it's been three days since I've come home, Youngwoong is here to stay," he repeated.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Yah, Jae.. Youngwoong, can I come in?" Changmin spoke from the other side of the door.
Quickly the man ran and shut his bathroom door to cover up what he had done in the bathroom. "If Changmin saw that, he'd get upset," he scolded himself before running to the door.
"Yah, I was going to ask you if... yah, what's that smell?" Changmin made sniffing sounds from his nose.
"What do you want?"
"Oh, I was going to ask if you wanted to go see detective Kim... about the case," Changmin explained.
The blond man let out a sigh. "I hate cops," he answered annoyingly.
"Oh," Changmin nodded. "Alright, then I'll let you know what happens with that woman," he turned to head out of the room. "Yah, you really don't smell that?"
"It must be cleaning products, the maids were just in here cleaning," he explained.
"Oh," Changmin gave him a nod and waved as he started down the hall.
Right at that moment Yoochun and Junsu came around the corner and saw him.
"Youngwoong," Yoochun greeted right away as Junsu just stood and stared at him as if examining him from head to toe.
"Yoochun," he answered.
"Are you getting used to everyone in the house?" Yoochun walked over and stood in front of the blond man as he pulled his room shut.
"Yeah," he kept his answer short.
"Have you decided what you're going to do?" Yoochun asked.
The man looked dazed for a few seconds as he thought about the question given to him by his father. "Junsu started at the company, he can take care of them, I'll take care of the organization," his voice was manlier than usual.
"I knew you'd pick the organization over the company," Yoochun explained. "But that's good, you'll like the organization more than sitting behind a work desk all day long," he added.
"Youngwoong hyung," Junsu interrupted all of a sudden. "Who were you staying with for the last couple of weeks?"
"Why are you asking that all of a sudden?" Yoochun turned to look at the man who had walked up to stand next to him.
"I just want to know if hyung stayed alone or if he was with someone. It must of had been awefully boring if he was by himself," Junsu explained.
"I was alone," the man answered interrupting the other two.
"You were?" Junsu asked.
"I was alone, Yoochun can confirm that," he looked over to Yoochun as if ordering him to agree.
"Yoochun?" Junsu looked at him.
"Yeah, he was alone," Yoochun answered.
"Like I said, you must of had been bored for the last week. If you need someone to talk to, you know where I'm at," Junsu gave him a smile before turning around.
"Junsu," Yoochun turned halfway towards the man walking away before turning back to the man in front of him. "I'll see you later," he said then ran after Junsu.
"He wasn’t alone, was he?" Junsu dropped the briefcase onto the work table in his room.
"Junsu, why are you curious all of a sudden?" Yoochun asked. "I thought you knew Youngwoong more than anyone else, you act like you don’t believe him," he added.
"If he was Youngwoong, I wouldn’t be second guessing him at all," Junsu replied.
"If he was?"
"Did Jaejoong hyung say anything to you before any of this happened?"
Right away Yoochun remembered Jaejoong’s words.
"He said something to you, didn’t he?" Junsu walked up to Yoochun, his eyes locked on the other man’s.
"Jaejoong........ he...," Yoochun struggled to explain.
"What did he say?"
"He said when he becomes Youngwoong, I should keep an eye on him," Yoochun couldn’t tell Junsu he was ordered to kill Youngwoong. Junsu wouldn’t allow him to kill his brother.
"Keep an eye on Youngwoong? Why?"
"I think Jaejoong just wanted me to take care of Youngwoong like how I took care of him," he tried to convince Junsu. But the younger man was too smart for his own good. He knew there was something else. He knew there had to be a reason why Youngwoong wasn’t Youngwoong.
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"I can’t," Yunho kneeled in front of his aunt.
"Yunho, get up," the aunt pulled him up to his feet.
"Auntie, I’m sorry. I love uncle but I can’t do it. I can’t marry someone I don’t love," Yunho explained. He was at his wit’s end. He’s been at his uncle’s bedside for the last three days. He’s been away from his own home for three days. He’s been without Jaejoong for three days. He’s not heard Jaejoong’s voice in three days. He was running very low on patience, he needed to see Jaejoong. Tears ran down his face as his hands came up to cover his eyes.
"Yunho-yah, don’t cry. I’m sure your uncle will understand. I just hope you can wait and tell him when he’s fully recovered," she explained.
"Auntie," Yunho cried into his aunt’s shoulder. He was more than sure that those tears were not because of his uncle. They were from the worries in his heart for a special someone. Someone he hadn’t been able to take out of his head, but he knew that if he had left the hospital he would be sent straight to hell the first second his breathe was gone.
"Why don’t you go on home and rest for a few days. And your work, you should go and give your boss a proper explanation of why you’ve been gone the last three days," she explained. "Don’t worry about your uncle, I’ll tell him that you went to clear up your work," she added.
Yunho felt as if he had been given the permission he had waited for the minute he had picked up the phone at his house. "Can I?" his eyes sparkled.
"Of course, you’ve been here caring for your uncle this whole time. He’ll understand," she told him.
"Thank you!" Yunho gave his aunt a hug. "I’ll come back as soon as everything is taken cared of, I promise!" Yunho got up quickly and ran towards the entrance. "Jaejoong! I’m coming home!" he wanted to shout as loud as he could.
The train ride home was a big torture for Yunho. His heart was already at the gate of his house since he stepped onto the train. His feet moved around non stop as he sat in his seat. He was hoping that Jaejoong had called him, but it was his fault that he didn’t get the call since his cellphone had been dead for two days. "I shouldn’t have wasted all the battery calling the house so much," he scolded himself as he looked at the phone. Once the train stopped he ran out and jumped on the first taxi, he had cut in front of a group of people and had caused a stir, but he knew if those people had heard his story, they’d understand that this was a matter of life and death, as least to him it was.
"Jaejoong! Jaejoong!" he ran up and down the house calling for the person he had missed. His heart sank as he opened the bedroom door to find the bed neatly made, the way it was made was so familiar to him. Then it hit him, that it was made three days ago, he remembered Jaejoong tucking that bedsheet under the bedspread like that. He turned around and walked down the steps. Then he saw his note on the kitchen counter. Jaejoong hadn’t come home for three days. His feet took him outside again, then down the alley, up and down the street. Running and searching. It was all too familiar, that feeling of Jaejoong missing, it was painful.
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"I miss him," the blond headed man sat on the porch of his bedroom in tears. He shut his eyes and leaned onto the wall as he looked up to the dark sky. No stars were seen. A sign it was going to rain. "Will he catch a cold sleeping alone?" his right hand came up to his head. It slowly massaged his forehead before sliding down to his chest, the spot that hurts the most.
He brought out his cellphone from his pocket. He dialed the numbers he had memorized so easily, but he couldn’t hit the green button. He just couldn’t. He flipped his phone shut as a drop of tear escaped his eye. He got up and walked inside, his eyes aiming for his bed but his feet took him towards the door. And his hands turned the doorknob, his heart was telling him to go somewhere else. His heart was aching to be somewhere else.
"Where are you going?" Changmin was just walking up the staircase as the blond man ran down. He didn’t get an answer. "Yah! Where are you going?"
"What’s going on?" Yoochun and Junsu came out of their room after hearing Changmin’s voice.
"Youngwoong just ran down the stairs, did he tell you guys where he was going?" Changmin walked up to the top of the staircase.
"No," Yoochun answered.
"He seems to be in a rush," Changmin pointed out. "Yah, I'm getting confused here. How are we suppose to treat him really? I miss Jaejoong," Changmin added.
"Maybe he just wanted to go for a walk?" Junsu gave a chuckle before returning to his room.
"Junsu, wait for me," Yoochun turned after Junsu.
"Yah, your room’s down that way," Changmin told Yoochun.
"Yeah," Yoochun scratched his head. "I... we’re going over some stuff for tomorrow’s meeting," Yoochun explained before running into Junsu’s room and shutting the door.
"At this time of the night?" Changmin asked dumbfounded.
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"Jaejoong, where did you go?" Yunho came to rest under the tree in a park a few blocks from his house. "Have you gotten lost again?" he huffed for air. "I’m sorry I didn’t come look for you," he shut his eyes and layed onto the grass. He had been running all evening and into the night. He wasn’t sure if his whole body was so weak because of the lack of rest or if it was because of worrying about Jaejoong. But he didn’t care, he had to find Jaejoong. He got back up and started running again.
The blond man stopped in front of a house. "This is where I wanted to come to. This is it," he took a few steps forward towards the gate. Before his hand could pull the gate open he backed up. "No, Youngwoong wouldn’t come here. Youngwoong wouldn’t know this place," he hissed. He took a few steps backwards and brought his hand up to cover his face in frustration. "What am I doing here? I have to leave!" he told himself.
"Jaejoong!" a voice came from a few feet away. "Jaejoong! Where’ve you been?" Yunho dragged his feet as he ran towards the man whose head was hidden under a hood.
"Yunho," the blond man let out in surprise as he turned to look.
"Jaejoong, I’ve been looking for you everywhere," Yunho came up and was only a few feet away when the man turned around.
"Stop!" his voice was different. "Don’t come any closer!"
"Jaejoong, what’s wrong with you? It’s me, Yunho. Where’ve you been? I’ve been looking," he was cut short.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m not who you think I am!" he returned angrily.
"Jaejoong. It’s you. I know it’s you," Yunho’s voice was filled with sorrow.
"I don’t know who you’re looking for, but it’s not me," the man answered.
"Jaejoongie," he called again as sweat and tears mixed and ran down his cheek.
"I’m sorry, but that’s not me," the man started to walk away.
"No, Jaejoong! Don’t go. Don’t ............."
[THUMP!]
Yunho dropped to the floor.
The man trying to walk away stopped as he heard the noise. He turned around slowly to see the figure on the ground. "YUNHO!" he shouted as he ran over and pulled the man onto his lap. "Yunho! What happened?" he quickly took hold of the man’s face with his hand. "You’re burning up," his voice was full of worry. He looked up and down the man’s body. His shirt was covered in sweat. His shoes were covered in dirt. "Yunho!"
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hehehee, poor boys. i make all of them suffer in my story! haha.. wait minnie isn’t suffering, he seems to be his normal self all the time. ^_^
yoochun is soooooo whipped! and junsu is using his whip so well. ^_^
our ‘youngwoong’ can’t seem to get over that ache in his heart!
and our yunho just left his uncle in the hospital to come home to an empty house! and that’s not all! he ends up running for hours just to look for jaejoong!
how should i end this story? hehehehe ^_^