[Prologue] Verse Two
Title: Verse Two
Length: Chaptered, Prologue
Pairings: Yoosu, YunJae.
Overall Rating: R (Mpreg)
Section rating: PG
Author: Akioflove
Summary: Kim Junsu is stuck with the decision of leaving his player boyfriend with an unborn child or to stick with him for the rest of his life, living in a lie. But the latter wouldn't let go of him, despite being the unfaithful one, bounding Junsu physically and emotionally. Could they both try again in the path of love?
A/N: Kyaaa~ a sudden inspiration while i wrote my other fiction. ;_; And oh, Prologue would be open to public. Subsequent chapters would be public for 48 hrs then locked due to contents. :D
Junsu kept running.
He just kept running and running and running till his lungs couldn’t take it anymore, till his legs gave way, till a certain Kim Junsu to fell on his knees then-
Park Yoochun caught him, held him in his arms, uttered soft words in his ears to calm him down, rocked him back and forth like a baby and smothered his back to tell him, I’m here.
But Junsu wouldn’t listen to anything Yoochun said, he pushed him away and wanted to run away. Only to find him still trapped in the strong arms of the other. No matter how much he tries to wiggle out by punching Yoochun’s chest with his small fist, tug and pull at the latter’s dress shirt or trying all he can to get rid of the hands around his waist, Junsu couldn’t get out of the tight grip.
It’s the grip that tied him down, the grip that suffocates him, the grip that seems to take over Kim Junsu and that Kim Junsu, isn’t really Kim Junsu anymore.
“Let me go…” Junsu cried out in desperate, wailing how he hated the other man, how he loathe his touch, how he is dying to get out of this place.
“Junsu, please, Junsu.” Was all that Yoochun could say over and over again as he continued to hold the smaller male who twist and turn in hope to break loose of his embrace.
“It’s not yours, it’s not YOURS! I said it’s NOT YOURS!” Junsu screamed, tired of his attempts to break free. He could only hold on to Yoochun and breathe in sharply to supply his weak body the air it needed.
“It could only be my baby, Junsu. You haven’t got anyone else but me.” Yoochun replied gently, his hand going up and down the other’s back, waiting for him to regulate his breathing.
“I don’t need you, I don’t need you. I DON’T FUCKING NEED YOU ANYMORE!” Junsu yelled as he sobbed in the man’s chest, clutching on tightly to Yoochun’s shirt and banging his fist against the tone chest muscle. He didn’t care how pathetic he looked; he didn’t care of anything, right now.
Yoochun gazed upon the wailing boy, crying and felling apart emotionally right before him. His heart ached. He never felt any heart aches before, he never experience the pain of love because he caused them and never probably been in love to find out.
But alas, he found Kim Junsu, after weeks of searching, after being stunned to find an empty room, after being a total bastard and after Junsu ran into him and one of those women. After he knew, Junsu is the one that touches his heart.
“Junsu….”
“Get the fuck out, Park Yoochun. Junsu isn’t your plaything anymore”
A/N: i will continue this fiction in a manner of flashback and con-current situations. Prologue is set to be in a FUTURE state. Hence, early chapters would be earlier is terms of timeline. ^_^
Length: Chaptered, Prologue
Pairings: Yoosu, YunJae.
Overall Rating: R (Mpreg)
Section rating: PG
Author: Akioflove
Summary: Kim Junsu is stuck with the decision of leaving his player boyfriend with an unborn child or to stick with him for the rest of his life, living in a lie. But the latter wouldn't let go of him, despite being the unfaithful one, bounding Junsu physically and emotionally. Could they both try again in the path of love?
A/N: Kyaaa~ a sudden inspiration while i wrote my other fiction. ;_; And oh, Prologue would be open to public. Subsequent chapters would be public for 48 hrs then locked due to contents. :D
Junsu kept running.
He just kept running and running and running till his lungs couldn’t take it anymore, till his legs gave way, till a certain Kim Junsu to fell on his knees then-
Park Yoochun caught him, held him in his arms, uttered soft words in his ears to calm him down, rocked him back and forth like a baby and smothered his back to tell him, I’m here.
But Junsu wouldn’t listen to anything Yoochun said, he pushed him away and wanted to run away. Only to find him still trapped in the strong arms of the other. No matter how much he tries to wiggle out by punching Yoochun’s chest with his small fist, tug and pull at the latter’s dress shirt or trying all he can to get rid of the hands around his waist, Junsu couldn’t get out of the tight grip.
It’s the grip that tied him down, the grip that suffocates him, the grip that seems to take over Kim Junsu and that Kim Junsu, isn’t really Kim Junsu anymore.
“Let me go…” Junsu cried out in desperate, wailing how he hated the other man, how he loathe his touch, how he is dying to get out of this place.
“Junsu, please, Junsu.” Was all that Yoochun could say over and over again as he continued to hold the smaller male who twist and turn in hope to break loose of his embrace.
“It’s not yours, it’s not YOURS! I said it’s NOT YOURS!” Junsu screamed, tired of his attempts to break free. He could only hold on to Yoochun and breathe in sharply to supply his weak body the air it needed.
“It could only be my baby, Junsu. You haven’t got anyone else but me.” Yoochun replied gently, his hand going up and down the other’s back, waiting for him to regulate his breathing.
“I don’t need you, I don’t need you. I DON’T FUCKING NEED YOU ANYMORE!” Junsu yelled as he sobbed in the man’s chest, clutching on tightly to Yoochun’s shirt and banging his fist against the tone chest muscle. He didn’t care how pathetic he looked; he didn’t care of anything, right now.
Yoochun gazed upon the wailing boy, crying and felling apart emotionally right before him. His heart ached. He never felt any heart aches before, he never experience the pain of love because he caused them and never probably been in love to find out.
But alas, he found Kim Junsu, after weeks of searching, after being stunned to find an empty room, after being a total bastard and after Junsu ran into him and one of those women. After he knew, Junsu is the one that touches his heart.
“Junsu….”
“Get the fuck out, Park Yoochun. Junsu isn’t your plaything anymore”
A/N: i will continue this fiction in a manner of flashback and con-current situations. Prologue is set to be in a FUTURE state. Hence, early chapters would be earlier is terms of timeline. ^_^