control freak (4/?)
control freak (4/?)
nc-17
yoosu
angst, smut, romance, fluff
un-betaed
junsu needs to have complete control over his life. yoochun never stand a chance- except this one time.
[four]
“Hey.”
Slender fingers poke at Junsu’s shoulder, and he grunts in annoyance. He burrows deeper into the bed, turning into a human ball, intent on being childish. He peeks at his glow-in-the-dark watch and notes how late the time is. He’s heard the tinkling of the door opening, Yoochun entering the house with a weary I’m back and sounds of shoes being taken off. Ever since he’s staged the ‘running away’ trick, the man has been coming home past midnight, and he really doesn’t like the nagging feeling he’s nursing throughout the day as he stares at the colours splashed across the walls.
“Yah. I know you’re the Director’s son and a direct heir to the company, but this really is going too much.” Yoochun grumbles, blunt with his words. “You’ve sulked long enough, now get back to work. I’ve been covering all the work you left, and it’s chaotic. I’d just entered the company, remember?"
Junsu scrunches up his face petulantly, and re-emerges from the warm covers. “Nobody told you to.” He sticks out a tongue.
“Yah!” Yoochun’s own face contorts in a mix of emotions. “Your dad’s been looking for you. I heard he’s going to hire private investigators if you don’t come home by this Friday. Junsu-yah-“ he drops on the bed and reaches out of the latter’s hands, “I don’t want him to find out I’ve been hiding you out. I don’t want to betray him this early. Please go home-“
“So you’re going to betray him after this?” Junsu cuts through.
“What?” Yoochun looks startled.
“You said you don’t want to betray him this early. So you’re going to do something bad later on to the company? Are you going to swindle his money? Are you going to steal company information and sell it to some outsider?” Junsu doesn’t know why his mouth is shooting words, unfiltered and unnecessary; but his guts coils in apprehension as he watches the smooth face twists into an ugly frown.
“Forget it.” Yoochun spits out after a few seconds, eyes wide as saucers. “Get out of my home. I thought if I’d give you time, you’d snap out of this whole stupid thing. I was wrong.” He chuckles bitterly. “Get out. I don’t want to see your face once I’m done with my shower.”
Junsu’s left with an outstretched hand as he stares openmouthed at the retreating back, and winces when he hears a door bangs shut loudly.
“Stupid mouth.” Junsu slur-scolds himself. “Stupid mouth. Stupid mouth- hic- stupid mouth. Why did ya- hic- hafta say nasty things, stupid- hic- Junsu-“ he slurs through his words, and downs the glass of alcohol in front of him in a one-shot. “Fark- hic- Yoochunnie, nasty man-“ he burps and giggles, “nasty Yoochunnie disowned- hic- me too. He’s just like Appa. Bad man. Bad man.” His eyes water in shame, longing, hate, want, disappointment- all snowballing into one. "Of course- hic- I'm bad too- hic- always lying- hic- always hiding- hic- so how can I- hic- be better-" his hands shake as he tries to empty the green bottle, liquid dripping everywhere.
“Sir, slowly-“ The faceless bartender attempts to sneak the bottle of soju away.
“Shaddap-” He swipes drunkenly, hands flailing and body shaking. “You nasty boy- hic- if you take soju away- hic- I’m gonna make- hic- Yoochunnie kick your ass- hic- if you- hic-“
He falls onto the gleaming tabletop, face-first, and snores.
Junsu wakes up with a nasty hangover.
Alone.
Naked.
Crusty white sheets.
Sticky abdomen.
"Aw fuck." He moans, clutching at his throbbing temples. "The fuck did I do now-"
He scrabbles around, eyes in slits, looking for his clothes. He'll be glad to find some shreds of his dignity too, if he's lucky. One-night-stands are normal even if it's a once-in-a-while, just not when he's flat out drunk and incoherent. He's in control, he's the one with the power, he's the one making choices and decisions-
He sees a piece of paper on the bedside table-
You're one hot fuck, as always. Noisy like hell too. Next time don't drink alone, it's a dangerous world out there, full of bad wolves. :p
~Oppar
His sleep-addled brain kicks in full gear, headache be goddamned, and Junsu wants nothing, or maybe just one plain torturous painful death.
Yoochun glances out of the window again. His whole body is thrumming with nerves, anticipating the worst. He's been that way since Junsu's text entered his phone.
[Kim Junsu]
4.45pm: S.O.S. CAFE BENE ACROSS STREET. ASAP.
He's a little miffed to be left waiting though. He sips his cup of coffee slowly, grimacing as he realized that it's gone cold. He peers through clear glass and sees nobody resembling the person he's waiting-
He waves a waiter over and smiles charmingly. "Can you change my cup? And add on an iced Americano please?" He smirks when the young woman stumbles in her steps when she turns away.
He drags his chair slightly nearer to face the windows yet again. Unfazed by the busy chatter in the coffee shop, he blows warm gust of air at the glass and draws a smiley face on it. He pouts a little as the image gradually fades, and blows again, extra hard. He draws a pair of tadpoles, and then a large circle around it. He peers at it, wondering what the shape resembles... and grins. He places two little dots and makes a squiggly line underneath it.
"There you are. Your name is Kim Junsu. And you suck." Yoochun smiles fondly at the childish picture and waits for it to fade into nothingness.
"Sir...?"
Yoochun whips around and sends another charming smile at the same waitress as she deposits his orders. Her cheeks are pink, healthy and flushing-
But she's no Junsu.
He waves her away with an elegant flick of his wrist.
Honestly, he is not really angry with Junsu the last time. He remembers how his father has responded to him coming out himself, and it's not a pretty picture. His father has ultimately banished him to Korea, perhaps to repress his sexuality; even going as far as engaging a close friend for help, who happened to be Junsu's father. Back then, he's ashamed of himself and as he steps on the new land, he wonders what the older man thinks of him. He knows his father will have spilled every single details about him, especially the reason why he's sent.. but Mr Kim is everything opposite of his expectations.
And now it's time for Junsu to realize that.
He reaches for his phone and dials a number. As he waits for the call to be connected, he steals a sneaky sip at the cup of cold coffee in front of him, meant to be Junsu's and-
Wake you up
In the middle of the night to say
I will never walk away again
I'm never gonna leave this bed, oh
So you say "Go, it isn't working"
And I say "No, it isn't perfect"
So I stay instead
I'm never gonna leave this bed
The newcomer fumbles with his pockets, clad in red bubble-jacket, head half-hidden by a beanie. Even amidst the stares he's getting, he bows twice apologetically and clumsily tries to extract the ringing machinery-
Yoochun chuckles as he presses the X button, and waves- "Junsu-yah! Here-"
He smiles as the other plops down on the chair opposite him, and extends a little to take the scruffy beanie off to reveal disheveled mop of hair.
"I've been waiting for almost thirty minutes." He accuses, a smile intact. "Here I thought it was a real emergency, I ditched work halfway."
Junsu merely looks at him reproachfully and inhales the cold beverage without even asking, half gone in a blink.
He shrugs and observes the young man. "Where were you last night? You didn't come home."
"You told me to get out." Junsu shoots an evil eye.
"Angry people say stupid things."
"Either way, you told me to get lost. So I'm doing exactly what you told me to."
"So where were you last night?"
"Got thrashed. And-" Junsu ignores the disapproving look he gets and extracts a folded piece of paper from the crevices of his jackets yet again with some difficulty. "I think I'm in trouble."
Yoochun merely raises his eyebrows and scans through the paper with feigned indifference.
"This Oppar guy. I slept with him once last year. He's trouble, Yoochun-ah. He's like... a professional stalker or something. I had to pay him a lot of money to get him off my back."
"So?"
Junsu throws a serviette at Yoochun's bored face.
"He'll get off my back if I tell him I have a boyfriend."
Yoochun weighs in on his options. Either Junsu spends a lot of money to buy off this pedophile-sounding guy again, or goes into permanent hiding which is a little unimaginable... or Junsu can crash in his place again and he gets himself a boyfriend.
A certain Kim Junsu. As his boyfriend.
The choice is clear, isn't it?
Yoochun smirks.
"Only if you come back to work."
tbc
ps: haha. i have no idea where this is going. this doesn't even make sense, it's strayed off the original plot so far off. sooooo..... guys, pitch in with your ideas! what scenes you want to see, etcetc hehehehe :D as always, crit is awesome! comment, comment, comment, guys! xD
pps: this post is to reward yoosu_sarang for posting something. hikhikhik. and i blame ojakgyo brothers for the absolute fluffy feelings i've been having for the past one week *_____* tae hee oppar! tae pil oppar! tae bum oppar!
ppps: i was having writer's block. if anyone wants to help with the ending of my jaesu's piece, you're absolutely welcomed too! only one last chapter.... sobs this is such a bad time to get stuck ;~~~~~~~;
nc-17
yoosu
angst, smut, romance, fluff
un-betaed
junsu needs to have complete control over his life. yoochun never stand a chance- except this one time.
[four]
“Hey.”
Slender fingers poke at Junsu’s shoulder, and he grunts in annoyance. He burrows deeper into the bed, turning into a human ball, intent on being childish. He peeks at his glow-in-the-dark watch and notes how late the time is. He’s heard the tinkling of the door opening, Yoochun entering the house with a weary I’m back and sounds of shoes being taken off. Ever since he’s staged the ‘running away’ trick, the man has been coming home past midnight, and he really doesn’t like the nagging feeling he’s nursing throughout the day as he stares at the colours splashed across the walls.
“Yah. I know you’re the Director’s son and a direct heir to the company, but this really is going too much.” Yoochun grumbles, blunt with his words. “You’ve sulked long enough, now get back to work. I’ve been covering all the work you left, and it’s chaotic. I’d just entered the company, remember?"
Junsu scrunches up his face petulantly, and re-emerges from the warm covers. “Nobody told you to.” He sticks out a tongue.
“Yah!” Yoochun’s own face contorts in a mix of emotions. “Your dad’s been looking for you. I heard he’s going to hire private investigators if you don’t come home by this Friday. Junsu-yah-“ he drops on the bed and reaches out of the latter’s hands, “I don’t want him to find out I’ve been hiding you out. I don’t want to betray him this early. Please go home-“
“So you’re going to betray him after this?” Junsu cuts through.
“What?” Yoochun looks startled.
“You said you don’t want to betray him this early. So you’re going to do something bad later on to the company? Are you going to swindle his money? Are you going to steal company information and sell it to some outsider?” Junsu doesn’t know why his mouth is shooting words, unfiltered and unnecessary; but his guts coils in apprehension as he watches the smooth face twists into an ugly frown.
“Forget it.” Yoochun spits out after a few seconds, eyes wide as saucers. “Get out of my home. I thought if I’d give you time, you’d snap out of this whole stupid thing. I was wrong.” He chuckles bitterly. “Get out. I don’t want to see your face once I’m done with my shower.”
Junsu’s left with an outstretched hand as he stares openmouthed at the retreating back, and winces when he hears a door bangs shut loudly.
“Stupid mouth.” Junsu slur-scolds himself. “Stupid mouth. Stupid mouth- hic- stupid mouth. Why did ya- hic- hafta say nasty things, stupid- hic- Junsu-“ he slurs through his words, and downs the glass of alcohol in front of him in a one-shot. “Fark- hic- Yoochunnie, nasty man-“ he burps and giggles, “nasty Yoochunnie disowned- hic- me too. He’s just like Appa. Bad man. Bad man.” His eyes water in shame, longing, hate, want, disappointment- all snowballing into one. "Of course- hic- I'm bad too- hic- always lying- hic- always hiding- hic- so how can I- hic- be better-" his hands shake as he tries to empty the green bottle, liquid dripping everywhere.
“Sir, slowly-“ The faceless bartender attempts to sneak the bottle of soju away.
“Shaddap-” He swipes drunkenly, hands flailing and body shaking. “You nasty boy- hic- if you take soju away- hic- I’m gonna make- hic- Yoochunnie kick your ass- hic- if you- hic-“
He falls onto the gleaming tabletop, face-first, and snores.
Junsu wakes up with a nasty hangover.
Alone.
Naked.
Crusty white sheets.
Sticky abdomen.
"Aw fuck." He moans, clutching at his throbbing temples. "The fuck did I do now-"
He scrabbles around, eyes in slits, looking for his clothes. He'll be glad to find some shreds of his dignity too, if he's lucky. One-night-stands are normal even if it's a once-in-a-while, just not when he's flat out drunk and incoherent. He's in control, he's the one with the power, he's the one making choices and decisions-
He sees a piece of paper on the bedside table-
You're one hot fuck, as always. Noisy like hell too. Next time don't drink alone, it's a dangerous world out there, full of bad wolves. :p
~Oppar
His sleep-addled brain kicks in full gear, headache be goddamned, and Junsu wants nothing, or maybe just one plain torturous painful death.
Yoochun glances out of the window again. His whole body is thrumming with nerves, anticipating the worst. He's been that way since Junsu's text entered his phone.
[Kim Junsu]
4.45pm: S.O.S. CAFE BENE ACROSS STREET. ASAP.
He's a little miffed to be left waiting though. He sips his cup of coffee slowly, grimacing as he realized that it's gone cold. He peers through clear glass and sees nobody resembling the person he's waiting-
He waves a waiter over and smiles charmingly. "Can you change my cup? And add on an iced Americano please?" He smirks when the young woman stumbles in her steps when she turns away.
He drags his chair slightly nearer to face the windows yet again. Unfazed by the busy chatter in the coffee shop, he blows warm gust of air at the glass and draws a smiley face on it. He pouts a little as the image gradually fades, and blows again, extra hard. He draws a pair of tadpoles, and then a large circle around it. He peers at it, wondering what the shape resembles... and grins. He places two little dots and makes a squiggly line underneath it.
"There you are. Your name is Kim Junsu. And you suck." Yoochun smiles fondly at the childish picture and waits for it to fade into nothingness.
"Sir...?"
Yoochun whips around and sends another charming smile at the same waitress as she deposits his orders. Her cheeks are pink, healthy and flushing-
But she's no Junsu.
He waves her away with an elegant flick of his wrist.
Honestly, he is not really angry with Junsu the last time. He remembers how his father has responded to him coming out himself, and it's not a pretty picture. His father has ultimately banished him to Korea, perhaps to repress his sexuality; even going as far as engaging a close friend for help, who happened to be Junsu's father. Back then, he's ashamed of himself and as he steps on the new land, he wonders what the older man thinks of him. He knows his father will have spilled every single details about him, especially the reason why he's sent.. but Mr Kim is everything opposite of his expectations.
And now it's time for Junsu to realize that.
He reaches for his phone and dials a number. As he waits for the call to be connected, he steals a sneaky sip at the cup of cold coffee in front of him, meant to be Junsu's and-
Wake you up
In the middle of the night to say
I will never walk away again
I'm never gonna leave this bed, oh
So you say "Go, it isn't working"
And I say "No, it isn't perfect"
So I stay instead
I'm never gonna leave this bed
The newcomer fumbles with his pockets, clad in red bubble-jacket, head half-hidden by a beanie. Even amidst the stares he's getting, he bows twice apologetically and clumsily tries to extract the ringing machinery-
Yoochun chuckles as he presses the X button, and waves- "Junsu-yah! Here-"
He smiles as the other plops down on the chair opposite him, and extends a little to take the scruffy beanie off to reveal disheveled mop of hair.
"I've been waiting for almost thirty minutes." He accuses, a smile intact. "Here I thought it was a real emergency, I ditched work halfway."
Junsu merely looks at him reproachfully and inhales the cold beverage without even asking, half gone in a blink.
He shrugs and observes the young man. "Where were you last night? You didn't come home."
"You told me to get out." Junsu shoots an evil eye.
"Angry people say stupid things."
"Either way, you told me to get lost. So I'm doing exactly what you told me to."
"So where were you last night?"
"Got thrashed. And-" Junsu ignores the disapproving look he gets and extracts a folded piece of paper from the crevices of his jackets yet again with some difficulty. "I think I'm in trouble."
Yoochun merely raises his eyebrows and scans through the paper with feigned indifference.
"This Oppar guy. I slept with him once last year. He's trouble, Yoochun-ah. He's like... a professional stalker or something. I had to pay him a lot of money to get him off my back."
"So?"
Junsu throws a serviette at Yoochun's bored face.
"He'll get off my back if I tell him I have a boyfriend."
Yoochun weighs in on his options. Either Junsu spends a lot of money to buy off this pedophile-sounding guy again, or goes into permanent hiding which is a little unimaginable... or Junsu can crash in his place again and he gets himself a boyfriend.
A certain Kim Junsu. As his boyfriend.
The choice is clear, isn't it?
Yoochun smirks.
"Only if you come back to work."
tbc
ps: haha. i have no idea where this is going. this doesn't even make sense, it's strayed off the original plot so far off. sooooo..... guys, pitch in with your ideas! what scenes you want to see, etcetc hehehehe :D as always, crit is awesome! comment, comment, comment, guys! xD
pps: this post is to reward yoosu_sarang for posting something. hikhikhik. and i blame ojakgyo brothers for the absolute fluffy feelings i've been having for the past one week *_____* tae hee oppar! tae pil oppar! tae bum oppar!
ppps: i was having writer's block. if anyone wants to help with the ending of my jaesu's piece, you're absolutely welcomed too! only one last chapter.... sobs this is such a bad time to get stuck ;~~~~~~~;