You In my Fantasy: Sequel
Title: You in my Fantasy: Sequel
Genre: Angst, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junsu
Summary: After Junsu discovers what Chansung has been doing, he is determined to make him stop.
Author's Notes: --
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
Junsu sat on the edge of the bed. He could feel Chansung staring at him from his own bed but he refused to move. His phone went off multiple times but Junsu ignored it.
“Aren't you going to get that?” Chansung asked, “It's probably hyung, you're late for your practise.”
“I'm skipping today,” Junsu informed the tall boy, getting off the bed to grab his phone. He put the ringer on silent and shoved it in the drawer. He stood facing the window. As much as he wanted to stay in the room, the tension in the air was suffocating him.
“You should leave,” the maknae whispered in his ear.
“Why?”
“It's about that time... I'm going to leave soon and find someone so you better be out of here by the time I get back.”
“No!” Junsu turned around, grabbing the younger boy by the wrist, “You don't need to do this! Stop!”
Chansung ripped his hand away from the smaller boy, “Don't tell me what to do.”
Junsu bit his lip in anger. His position as the hyung was thrown in the trash and all respect was gone. He had never expected to be treated as more than equal while they were alone but the younger boys seemed to do it anyways. Junsu quickly ran to the bathroom door as the tall boy closed it. He shoved a chair under the knob.
“Yah!” Chansung shouted, hearing the door being wedged, “What the hell?! Let me out!”
“No! You're being stupid! You need time to think about this before you go out and-”
“I don't need to think about anything! I've thought it through over and over. Nothing is going to change,” Chansung shook the door knob, trying to shove the door open as he rammed his body into it.
The door didn't budge and the younger boy was doing nothing but hurting his arm. His phone suddenly rang in his pocket, “Hyung... Yeah okay... Fine, we'll be there.”
Junsu pressed his ear to the door, hearing movement and the tall boy's muffled voice.
“Junsu,” the small boy jumped, “Let me out... Hyung wants us all to go to dinner.”
The older boy hesitated for a moment before pulling the chair away from the door. His voice got caught in his throat as Chansung barrelled out of the bathroom and shoved him against the bed.
“You're lucky people have to see you every day and that I feel the way I do about you or else you'd have a nice bruise on your face,” Chansung growled.
“So now you're threatening me? What happened to the happy maknae?”
“That's only what the fans need to see.”
“I think these women are changing you and it's definitely not for the better Chansung.”
“Not that I want to give you all the credit but this is partly your fault.”
A knock on the door stopped Junsu from speaking. The tall boy got up and answered the door.
“Hey Chansung,” Junho said softly. He looked at the younger boy with concern but Chansung shook his head, “I can-” he whispered.
“Don't worry about it.”
“Are you guys ready to go?” the small boy asked and soon Wooyoung and Nichkhun were behind him. Taecyeon and Minjae were walking down the hall to join them.
“Junsu? Are you coming?” Minjae asked, looking into the room to find the other boy a bit dishevelled.
The small boy got up, passing Chansung and standing next to Taecyeon. Four of the six boys happily conversed with one another, discussing food and their schedules.
“Hyung,” Junho poked the oldest boy's shoulder, “You're not taking a photo?”
Junsu raised a brow.
“You always take photos during dinner at a restaurant.”
“Oh,” the taller boy reached into his pocket. His brows knitted as he patted down his pants, “I don't have my phone...”
“Hyung are you sick or something? You always have it?”
Junsu sighed, remembering that he had shoved his phone in a drawer and that Namyoung would probably work him into the ground later.
“Are you okay?” Junho whispered in his ear.
“I'm fine.”
No one seemed to notice the anti-social nature that Chansung was presenting. He sat quietly as the end of the table, stabbing his food with anger. He had been denied the release of frustration he desperately needed to vent out. His levels were rising to an uncomfortable rate and even the sound of Junsu's voice was driving him crazy. Chansung shifted in his seat, groaning as the uncomfortable feeling in his pants grew. As much as he wanted to get rid of his discomfort, he couldn't bring himself to leave the table. He settled for the brisk movements of moving around in his seat. Chansung hid his face behind his hand as he stabbed at his food again. He adjusted himself, feeling his pants rub against his aching cock. He let his hand drop into his lap, hoping to help stimulate himself even faster. He started to pant as he rubbed himself over his pants.
“Not going to eat that?” Nichkhun asked, making the maknae jump.
“M-mm...” Chansung pulled his hand away from his crotch, stabbing the piece of beef and shoving it into his mouth. He didn't bother to chew as he closed his eyes for a brief moment when he wiggled his hips. This was not going to work, it was never going to end and his length would forever stay hard, throbbing and painful. Chansung dropped his fork before excusing himself to the bathroom.
He bit his lip as he walked quickly, his pants rubbing his hard-on roughly. His legs wobbled before he finally made it into a bathroom stall and slammed the door. Chansung quickly unzipped his pants and freed his leaking cock. He wrapped his fingers around the base, sliding his fingers down it and letting out a low moan. He massaged the pre-cum into the tip before starting to pump his cock quickly. Chansung rolling his hips into his hand, riding his fingers as he leaned against the wall. “Fuck Junsu...” he growled. He slipped his fingers under his shirt, rubbing them against his hardening nipples. His hips twitched from the light touch as he continued to toy with them. “Damn, almost...” Chansung panted, closing his eyes as they rolled back into his head. He pumped himself one last time before spilling his seed into his hand, “Ah Junsu!”
“You need help,” Junho said softly from the other side of the stall.
The tall boy opened the door, letting himself out and going to the sink to wash his hands.
“This has gotten worse than you and I had ever thought it would. As much as I don't think confessing is going to help, maybe you need to be rejected.”
“He already knows.”
“What?! How?”
Chansung sighed, “He saw one of the girls... She exposed everything.”
“He knows everything? The girls, the reason.... He knows how you feel about him?”
The tall boy glanced at Junho before leaving the bathroom.
Junsu stared at the ceiling, his eyes not willing to close for any reason. He should've been tired, he should've been able to fall asleep but his own stupid paranoia kept him awake. He wasn't sure if he should've feared Chansung now that the younger boy seemed to have no inch of respect for him. The tall boy hadn't had a girl tonight so would he be so angry that he might jump Junsu? Thoughts flooded into the older boy's head, instantly giving him a headache. He tensed when Chansung shifted in his bed.
Their brotherly love had now shattered into millions of pieces and there were no more traces of it to be found. What it an instant thing? Junsu didn't think so. He knew that crushes were sometimes love at first sight and happened quickly. He wondered just how long Chansung had been torturing himself to keep his feelings locked away. Did they take years, months or days to develop? Junsu doubted that the maknae just woke up one morning and decided that he liked Junsu in a romantic way. Too many questions plagued his mind and he desperately wanted to ask Chansung about them but he knew the younger boy would never answer him.
Junsu blinked and something caught the corner of his eye. He jumped, “C-Chansung!”
The tall boy stood at the edge of Junsu's bed, keeping still for a moment before lifting the older boy's blankets and crawling into the bed. Junsu's heart jumped into his throat as the tall boy wrapped his arms around his body and pulled him close. He kept his body still as Chansung moved before finally settling down. The younger boy gave a small moan and rubbed his face against Junsu's chest. Junsu kept his body still, afraid to move before he realized that the tall boy was asleep, 'Sleepwalking?'
The older boy's heart finally calmed down as it crawled back into his chest. He let out a breath he had been holding as he closed his eyes.
Junsu wiped the sweat from his brow. The days were getting warmer and even the dark sky and late hours didn't seem to cool down the earth. 'What was the point of showering?' he thought, 'I'm sweaty again.' Junsu went to dry his forehead again when he bumped into someone, “Oops, sorry.” His eyes widened as he had a good look at the tall female before him.
“It's no problem sweetheart,” she said as she shoved money into her purse.
He bit his lip, preventing him for asking what was none of his business. He clenched his fists tightly before storming towards his room. Junsu stood in front of the door, fuming like crazy, 'Do I have any right to be angry? If he needs women then-no... This could jeopardize the group. This could ruin all that we've worked for. Does he use protection? All those girls...'
“Are you coming in or are you just going to stand there?” Chansung asked, looking at Junsu as he stood in the doorway.
Junsu decided to keep his lips sealed as he pushed passed the tall boy. He wasn't ready to say anything, he wasn't going to ask any questions until he sat down to think about what reasoning he could use that would get through to Chansung.
“Not going to talk to me?”
The older boy growled low in his throat. So Chansung was going to act dumb, was he? Did he think that Junsu was blind?
“Just going to ignore me from now on?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Chansung blinked in surprise before laughing, “So I give you a little attitude and now you show your true colours. Hyung isn't all nice and joking anymore?”
The small boy tried not to explode as Chansung broke his nerves, snapping them in half one by one. He was using the same lines Junsu had used and he could how annoying they were but Chansung was using them in a mocking tone. The truth was, the maknae was pissing him off and his spout of 'attitude' wasn't due to the fact that Chansung was being rebellious and that Junsu wanted to show off.
“Hey hyung,” Chansung whispered into his ear, “Are you going to punish me?”
“Get your hands off me,” the small boy hissed, pushing Chansung's hands off his waist.
“Why? Does it disgust you that a queer like me is touching you?”
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Junsu turned around, “Why are you acting this way? This isn't like you at all! Even on your off days!”
“I'm changing hyung, I'm getting older.”
“Getting older doesn't turn you into a prick, trust me, I know.”
Junsu couldn't be more off with his dancing as he thought about the maknae. His concentration had gotten so bad that Namyoung had just told him to go home but not before pestering him about what his issue was. Junsu kept his lips sealed, apologizing to his dance instructor before leaving the building. “I didn't even get sweaty...”
He slipped his keycard into the door and was about to walk in when he heard a low moan from the other side.
“Fuck, move faster.”
Junsu kicked open the door and his eyes almost bulged out of his head. He caught Chansung's eyes but the younger boy ignored him, continuing to lift his hips to push into the girl on top of him.
“Stop!” Junsu shouted.
The girl jumped and covered her chest. She was about to crawl off the tall boy's lap when Chansung gripped her arm, “You stop now and you don't get paid.”
She bite her lip before letting out a moan as Chansung thrust his hips. Junsu swiftly made his way towards the bed, grabbing the girl and pulling her away. He gathered her clothing before handing it to her and shoving her out into the hallway, “I'm sorry,” he said then closed the door.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Chansung hissed, grabbing the small boy's shoulders and shoving him against the wall.
“Stop this... You need to stop! You're not just hurting yourself but all of us too! Whether the others know it or not this involves everyone!”
“Stay out of it! This is none of your god damn business!”
“It is! You're blaming me, aren't you?! It's my fault because you can't control yourself! How long have you been like this? How long have you been hiding these feelings?”
“I don't want to talk about it,” Chansung turned around.
“Why..? Why the hell not?! What's it going to hurt?! I already know how you feel about me so how much worse can you make it between us?!”
The tall boy looked at Junsu, hurt deep in his eyes, “So my confession ruined our relationship, did it?”
“I-I didn't mean it like that. I mean... All this shit you're doing...”
Chansung nodded, gritting his teeth, “Fucking asshole.” He grabbed his clothes, about to leave the room when Junsu grabbed him.
“Where are you going?”
“To find that girl. I need to finish and she needs to get paid.”
“Are you serious? Don't you get it? This is...”
“Not your problem.”
“Stop!” Junsu slammed his hands flat against the door as the tall boy went to open it. He pinned Chansung between himself and the door, “All you want is release?”
“That should be obvious.”
Junsu exhaled, “Use me,” he whispered.
“What?”
“Use my body, have sex with me.”
Chansung's eyes widened before he turned around, “Do you know what you're saying? Have you lost it? Have you been listening to a word I've said, ever?”
“I want this to stop... I don't want you to... I want you to stop doing stupid things! Just use me!” Junsu jumped as the tall boy punched the wall next to his head.
Chansung opened his mouth, about to say something when he stopped himself. He shook his head before opening the door and leaving. Junsu slid to the floor as tears stung his eyes. He started to sob, covering his face with his hands. Chansung wasn't going to listen to him and he had used what he had thought would've stopped it all. His mind wasn't in the right place as those words spilled from his lips. Junsu didn't think of the tall boy's emotions as he said it. Chansung was probably shocked that he would ever say that, his own selfish feelings coming through. Chansung loved him, not just for his body but his soul too. What kind of person was Junsu for telling the younger boy to use his body like a toy when it was worth more than gold?
“Hyung... Your eyes look terrible,” Wooyoung whispered, looking at the oldest boy.
“Mm,” Junsu stared down at the floor. His eyes felt sore but he blamed it on himself. It was an hour after Chansung had left that he picked himself up off the floor. He wobbled to the bathroom to wash his face, looking at his red eyes and tear stained cheeks in the mirror. Junsu quickly tried to wash away all his misery but it all came back when Chansung never returned to the room.
“Didn't you wear that yesterday?” Taecyeon's voice broke through Junsu's thoughts.
He looked up seeing Chansung enter the room, “I like these clothes hyung,” the tall boy pouted.
Junsu closed his eyes, feeling his head throb. He rubbed his temple, trying to massage the pain away.
“Hyung, are you okay?”
He didn't notice Chansung glance at him as he continued to press against the pressure point. Junsu sighed, “I'll be fine... It's just a small headache.”
The small headache quickly grew as the throbbing moved into Junsu's entire body. He fell onto the bed when he made his way back to his room. He rolled over, swallowing a pill before laying back onto the pillow. His short nap allowed him a quick recovery as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Junsu got up from the bed and make his way towards the bathroom.
“You,” Chansung growled at he approached the small boy.
Junsu's eyes widened as he was pushed against the wall.
“You have a lot of nerve saying what you said last night,” the tall boy hissed, grabbing Junsu's collar. “Maybe I should just fuck you if that's what you really want.” Chansung slid his hand between them, quickly undoing the smaller boy's pants and pulling them to his knees. Junsu gasped, about to yell when he stopped himself; he asked for this. His breathing quickened as Chansung stripped him of his underwear and he stood up, looking into Junsu's eyes as he paused. The younger boy sighed, “Nothing good would come from doing this. I'd die if I actually played with you. I could never do anything like that knowing you don’t feel the same way about me.”
Chansung grabbed his jacket before stepping out of the room. Junsu panted, standing shocked against the wall. He bent down slowly, pulling his pants back up his hips. How did Chansung have this kind of control with him but not with girls, why did he need these girls then? He'd survive without them. Junsu got an idea suddenly and left the room.
“Hyung!”
“What's the matter Junsu?” Minjae asked as he sat up on his bed.
“Chansung and I have been talking-”
“Oh, you have? It seems that you two have been a bit distant.”
Junsu blinked in surprise, “U-uh yeah, anyways... Chansung has been spending a lot of money lately and he's getting worried so he asked me to hang on to it for him.”
“Ah, I've noticed... He asks for his cut early... It seems like he's been spending too much money. What's he buying?”
Junsu swallowed nervously, “I-I don't know...”
“Ah, well here then. This is his half.”
“Thanks hyung.”
He was surprised at how easy Minjae had given him the money but they were a family should he shouldn't have been that surprised. Now all he had to do was count down to the seconds. He hid the money, knowing that Chansung would never find it though Junsu feared that the tall boy might do something regrettable to get it back.
“Junsu!” Chansung's angry voice rang out through the room as he stepped in the door. “What the fuck are you think you're doing?!”
Junsu stood up, clenching his fists tightly against his sides, “I'm doing what needs to be done. This is going to end. Now. You're lucky that I haven't told hyu-” he tripped as Chansung's fist found his mouth. He was about to fall when Chansung grabbed his collar. He groaned when the tall boy smashed his lips against his own. He dug his fingers into Chansung's shoulders as the younger boy licked his lips.
“Your blood is all I can taste,” Chansung whispered, “This isn't what a first kiss is supposed to taste like.”
Junsu could see the sadness in the tall boy's eyes. He licked his lips, cringing at the taste of copper and the possible cut on his lip, “Are you still angry with me?”
“Of course I'm angry,” Chansung said softly, “You have no idea how crazy you're making me.”
“Well I'll have you know,” the small boy whispered against Chansung's lips, “You're driving me crazy too. I want you to stop... You're hurting the group... Yourself... Me. At first I just wanted you to see how much damage you were going to do if everyone found out but then I realized how I felt. They'd probably keep us apart because of the drastic measures you're taking to keep yourself under control. Don't do it anymore. I'm serious.”
“Junsu,” Chansung closed his eyes tight, wanting to argue.
“I won't let you... I don't want you to touch anyone else. I don't want anyone else to see you intimately but me.”
The younger boy raised his head, “Junsu?”
Junsu struggled with his words for a moment, “Show me how much you love me Chansung. I'm ready.”
“H-hyung...”
“No,” the older boy shook his head, “I've thought about this. Don't look at anyone else, only look at me.”
“Do you know what you're saying?”
“I do.”
Chansung let go of the smaller boy's collar and he fell onto he bed. Junsu started to unbutton his shirt, staring up at the younger boy. He pulled his shirt off his shoulders and dropped it on the floor. Chansung swallowed hard as he stood stiff.
When Junsu shivered, it hit him like a hammer and he crawled onto the bed, forcing the older boy to slide back. His breath ghosted over Junsu's lips between they met in a gentle kiss. Chansung shivered when the older boy licked his lips before his tongue slipped into his mouth. He felt Junsu inhale underneath him as he pushed the smaller boy against the bed. “I'm sorry.”
“For what?” Junsu panted.
“I can't wait... I haven't... Today and-”
“It's okay,” the older boy smiled, “Just be gentle okay?”
Chansung nodded before quickly stripping himself of his clothes. Junsu swallowed nervously as his eyes widened when he noticed the bulge in the tall boy's pants. Chansung pulled off his pants before moving to remove his own pants. He kissed Junsu's hip bone, moving close and closer to the smaller boy's length. Junsu gasped, tightening his fists as he gripped the sheets when the younger boy slipped the tip of his cock passed his lips. His breath hitched when Chansung stroked his length with his mouth, giving him the ultimate pleasure when his tongue moved against the underside.
“A-ah Chansung...” Junsu moaned, raising his hips off the bed and causing the younger boy to choke.
“Be careful hyung... I'm new at this too.”
“S-sorry Chansung.”
“It's okay,” the tall boy smiled, caressing Junsu's cheek. Once the older boy was fully erect, Chansung grabbed the bottle of lotion, making the smaller boy yelp, “Ah, sorry hyung, force of habit. I'll use something else.”
“It's fine Chansung... At least it's getting used right?”
Chansung chuckled and blushed before squeezing the lotion onto his hand. He leaned over, smiling before kissing Junsu softly, “This is going to feel weird... At least for now.”
The older boy took a deep breath before nodded his head. Chansung circled Junsu's entrance before pushing a finger inside. He watched as the smaller boy's face twisted in discomfort. He moved his finger in and out slowly before adding another until he was probing Junsu with three. The older boy moaned, sliding his hand between his legs to wrap around his cock.
“Does it feel good?” Chansung smirked, not being able to stop himself.
“M-mm...”
“Are you ready?”
Junsu licked his lip, “I think so.”
The tall boy brought more lotion into his hand before smearing it over his length. He inhaled sharply as his cock twitched from being touched. Chansung leaned over the small boy, nudging him with the tip, “This is going to hurt,” he whispered.
“I know,” Junsu whispered back, “But I'm ready.”
Chansung slid in slowly, closing his eyes as he felt the tight heat surround him. Junsu's muscles instantly clamped down around his cock, “J-Junsu... Relax a bit.”
“I'm trying.”
The younger boy opened his eyes, seeing the pain on Junsu's face. He smiled to himself before stroking the small boy's face, “We don't have to do this.”
“No, it's okay... If not now, then later, it will be the same.”
Chansung bit his lip, knowing that this was true. He held the tip of his length once more, pushing back in quickly and making Junsu yelp, “Sorry,” he cooed, kissing the older boy's face, “I'm so sorry.” He felt Junsu's chest rise and fall quickly before he moved his hips. “If I don't move, you'll never get used to it.”
Junsu's breath hitched as he felt the tall boy's length fill him. He could feel the pain so much but he knew that one day it would no longer be there so he'd deal with it for now. He felt a sense of relief every time Chansung pulled out but it shocked him when the tall boy thrust back in. He slowly adjusted to the pain as his muscles loosened around the younger boy's cock.
“Junsu.”
The small boy opened his eyes finally, not being able to see clearly through his tears. He blinked a few times before he saw Chansung clearly as the tall boy looked down at him.
“Are you okay?”
Junsu nodded, “It's okay now. It doesn't hurt... As much.”
“I'm glad,” the tall boy kissed him.
Junsu grunted as the younger boy wrapped his fingers around his length that had softened over time. He moaned against Chansung's lips as he stroked his cock, teasing the tip with his thumb. Junsu felt a ripple of pleasure run through his veins and he bucked his hips accidentally, making the tall boy groan. He kissed Chansung, biting his lips and devouring his mouth hungrily. His lust was suddenly spiked as the younger boy began to pump his cock quickly, “Ah Chansung!”
“H-hyung, you got tighter again,” the tall boy closed his eyes, trying to bare with the muscles clenching his length.
“C-Chansung, I'm going to cum,” Junsu whined, thrusting his hips.
Chansung panted against the older boy's lips as they met in a sloppy kiss. He grunted when Junsu's suddenly clamped down, pulling on his cock greedily as he came, spilling his seed onto his stomach. Chansung took advantage of the moment, thrusting into the smaller boy before his orgasm hit. He panted against Junsu's neck as his hips twitched, emptying himself inside the older boy.
“Ch-Chansung,” Junsu panted.
The tall boy raised his head, “M-mm?”
“I hope... That was what you always fantasized about.”
Chansung paused for a moment before chuckling, “Hyung, just being with you as more than a friend or a group mate is so much more better than what I could fantasize about.”
“So, no more girls?”
The younger boy shook his head, “No, just you and only you.”
Junsu smiled, kissing the tall boy briefly, “I-I love you.”
Chansung's heart fluttered in his chest as a blush rose to his cheeks. He buried his face in the small boy's chest, “I love you too,” he mumbled.
Genre: Angst, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junsu
Summary: After Junsu discovers what Chansung has been doing, he is determined to make him stop.
Author's Notes: --
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
Junsu sat on the edge of the bed. He could feel Chansung staring at him from his own bed but he refused to move. His phone went off multiple times but Junsu ignored it.
“Aren't you going to get that?” Chansung asked, “It's probably hyung, you're late for your practise.”
“I'm skipping today,” Junsu informed the tall boy, getting off the bed to grab his phone. He put the ringer on silent and shoved it in the drawer. He stood facing the window. As much as he wanted to stay in the room, the tension in the air was suffocating him.
“You should leave,” the maknae whispered in his ear.
“Why?”
“It's about that time... I'm going to leave soon and find someone so you better be out of here by the time I get back.”
“No!” Junsu turned around, grabbing the younger boy by the wrist, “You don't need to do this! Stop!”
Chansung ripped his hand away from the smaller boy, “Don't tell me what to do.”
Junsu bit his lip in anger. His position as the hyung was thrown in the trash and all respect was gone. He had never expected to be treated as more than equal while they were alone but the younger boys seemed to do it anyways. Junsu quickly ran to the bathroom door as the tall boy closed it. He shoved a chair under the knob.
“Yah!” Chansung shouted, hearing the door being wedged, “What the hell?! Let me out!”
“No! You're being stupid! You need time to think about this before you go out and-”
“I don't need to think about anything! I've thought it through over and over. Nothing is going to change,” Chansung shook the door knob, trying to shove the door open as he rammed his body into it.
The door didn't budge and the younger boy was doing nothing but hurting his arm. His phone suddenly rang in his pocket, “Hyung... Yeah okay... Fine, we'll be there.”
Junsu pressed his ear to the door, hearing movement and the tall boy's muffled voice.
“Junsu,” the small boy jumped, “Let me out... Hyung wants us all to go to dinner.”
The older boy hesitated for a moment before pulling the chair away from the door. His voice got caught in his throat as Chansung barrelled out of the bathroom and shoved him against the bed.
“You're lucky people have to see you every day and that I feel the way I do about you or else you'd have a nice bruise on your face,” Chansung growled.
“So now you're threatening me? What happened to the happy maknae?”
“That's only what the fans need to see.”
“I think these women are changing you and it's definitely not for the better Chansung.”
“Not that I want to give you all the credit but this is partly your fault.”
A knock on the door stopped Junsu from speaking. The tall boy got up and answered the door.
“Hey Chansung,” Junho said softly. He looked at the younger boy with concern but Chansung shook his head, “I can-” he whispered.
“Don't worry about it.”
“Are you guys ready to go?” the small boy asked and soon Wooyoung and Nichkhun were behind him. Taecyeon and Minjae were walking down the hall to join them.
“Junsu? Are you coming?” Minjae asked, looking into the room to find the other boy a bit dishevelled.
The small boy got up, passing Chansung and standing next to Taecyeon. Four of the six boys happily conversed with one another, discussing food and their schedules.
“Hyung,” Junho poked the oldest boy's shoulder, “You're not taking a photo?”
Junsu raised a brow.
“You always take photos during dinner at a restaurant.”
“Oh,” the taller boy reached into his pocket. His brows knitted as he patted down his pants, “I don't have my phone...”
“Hyung are you sick or something? You always have it?”
Junsu sighed, remembering that he had shoved his phone in a drawer and that Namyoung would probably work him into the ground later.
“Are you okay?” Junho whispered in his ear.
“I'm fine.”
No one seemed to notice the anti-social nature that Chansung was presenting. He sat quietly as the end of the table, stabbing his food with anger. He had been denied the release of frustration he desperately needed to vent out. His levels were rising to an uncomfortable rate and even the sound of Junsu's voice was driving him crazy. Chansung shifted in his seat, groaning as the uncomfortable feeling in his pants grew. As much as he wanted to get rid of his discomfort, he couldn't bring himself to leave the table. He settled for the brisk movements of moving around in his seat. Chansung hid his face behind his hand as he stabbed at his food again. He adjusted himself, feeling his pants rub against his aching cock. He let his hand drop into his lap, hoping to help stimulate himself even faster. He started to pant as he rubbed himself over his pants.
“Not going to eat that?” Nichkhun asked, making the maknae jump.
“M-mm...” Chansung pulled his hand away from his crotch, stabbing the piece of beef and shoving it into his mouth. He didn't bother to chew as he closed his eyes for a brief moment when he wiggled his hips. This was not going to work, it was never going to end and his length would forever stay hard, throbbing and painful. Chansung dropped his fork before excusing himself to the bathroom.
He bit his lip as he walked quickly, his pants rubbing his hard-on roughly. His legs wobbled before he finally made it into a bathroom stall and slammed the door. Chansung quickly unzipped his pants and freed his leaking cock. He wrapped his fingers around the base, sliding his fingers down it and letting out a low moan. He massaged the pre-cum into the tip before starting to pump his cock quickly. Chansung rolling his hips into his hand, riding his fingers as he leaned against the wall. “Fuck Junsu...” he growled. He slipped his fingers under his shirt, rubbing them against his hardening nipples. His hips twitched from the light touch as he continued to toy with them. “Damn, almost...” Chansung panted, closing his eyes as they rolled back into his head. He pumped himself one last time before spilling his seed into his hand, “Ah Junsu!”
“You need help,” Junho said softly from the other side of the stall.
The tall boy opened the door, letting himself out and going to the sink to wash his hands.
“This has gotten worse than you and I had ever thought it would. As much as I don't think confessing is going to help, maybe you need to be rejected.”
“He already knows.”
“What?! How?”
Chansung sighed, “He saw one of the girls... She exposed everything.”
“He knows everything? The girls, the reason.... He knows how you feel about him?”
The tall boy glanced at Junho before leaving the bathroom.
Junsu stared at the ceiling, his eyes not willing to close for any reason. He should've been tired, he should've been able to fall asleep but his own stupid paranoia kept him awake. He wasn't sure if he should've feared Chansung now that the younger boy seemed to have no inch of respect for him. The tall boy hadn't had a girl tonight so would he be so angry that he might jump Junsu? Thoughts flooded into the older boy's head, instantly giving him a headache. He tensed when Chansung shifted in his bed.
Their brotherly love had now shattered into millions of pieces and there were no more traces of it to be found. What it an instant thing? Junsu didn't think so. He knew that crushes were sometimes love at first sight and happened quickly. He wondered just how long Chansung had been torturing himself to keep his feelings locked away. Did they take years, months or days to develop? Junsu doubted that the maknae just woke up one morning and decided that he liked Junsu in a romantic way. Too many questions plagued his mind and he desperately wanted to ask Chansung about them but he knew the younger boy would never answer him.
Junsu blinked and something caught the corner of his eye. He jumped, “C-Chansung!”
The tall boy stood at the edge of Junsu's bed, keeping still for a moment before lifting the older boy's blankets and crawling into the bed. Junsu's heart jumped into his throat as the tall boy wrapped his arms around his body and pulled him close. He kept his body still as Chansung moved before finally settling down. The younger boy gave a small moan and rubbed his face against Junsu's chest. Junsu kept his body still, afraid to move before he realized that the tall boy was asleep, 'Sleepwalking?'
The older boy's heart finally calmed down as it crawled back into his chest. He let out a breath he had been holding as he closed his eyes.
Junsu wiped the sweat from his brow. The days were getting warmer and even the dark sky and late hours didn't seem to cool down the earth. 'What was the point of showering?' he thought, 'I'm sweaty again.' Junsu went to dry his forehead again when he bumped into someone, “Oops, sorry.” His eyes widened as he had a good look at the tall female before him.
“It's no problem sweetheart,” she said as she shoved money into her purse.
He bit his lip, preventing him for asking what was none of his business. He clenched his fists tightly before storming towards his room. Junsu stood in front of the door, fuming like crazy, 'Do I have any right to be angry? If he needs women then-no... This could jeopardize the group. This could ruin all that we've worked for. Does he use protection? All those girls...'
“Are you coming in or are you just going to stand there?” Chansung asked, looking at Junsu as he stood in the doorway.
Junsu decided to keep his lips sealed as he pushed passed the tall boy. He wasn't ready to say anything, he wasn't going to ask any questions until he sat down to think about what reasoning he could use that would get through to Chansung.
“Not going to talk to me?”
The older boy growled low in his throat. So Chansung was going to act dumb, was he? Did he think that Junsu was blind?
“Just going to ignore me from now on?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Chansung blinked in surprise before laughing, “So I give you a little attitude and now you show your true colours. Hyung isn't all nice and joking anymore?”
The small boy tried not to explode as Chansung broke his nerves, snapping them in half one by one. He was using the same lines Junsu had used and he could how annoying they were but Chansung was using them in a mocking tone. The truth was, the maknae was pissing him off and his spout of 'attitude' wasn't due to the fact that Chansung was being rebellious and that Junsu wanted to show off.
“Hey hyung,” Chansung whispered into his ear, “Are you going to punish me?”
“Get your hands off me,” the small boy hissed, pushing Chansung's hands off his waist.
“Why? Does it disgust you that a queer like me is touching you?”
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Junsu turned around, “Why are you acting this way? This isn't like you at all! Even on your off days!”
“I'm changing hyung, I'm getting older.”
“Getting older doesn't turn you into a prick, trust me, I know.”
Junsu couldn't be more off with his dancing as he thought about the maknae. His concentration had gotten so bad that Namyoung had just told him to go home but not before pestering him about what his issue was. Junsu kept his lips sealed, apologizing to his dance instructor before leaving the building. “I didn't even get sweaty...”
He slipped his keycard into the door and was about to walk in when he heard a low moan from the other side.
“Fuck, move faster.”
Junsu kicked open the door and his eyes almost bulged out of his head. He caught Chansung's eyes but the younger boy ignored him, continuing to lift his hips to push into the girl on top of him.
“Stop!” Junsu shouted.
The girl jumped and covered her chest. She was about to crawl off the tall boy's lap when Chansung gripped her arm, “You stop now and you don't get paid.”
She bite her lip before letting out a moan as Chansung thrust his hips. Junsu swiftly made his way towards the bed, grabbing the girl and pulling her away. He gathered her clothing before handing it to her and shoving her out into the hallway, “I'm sorry,” he said then closed the door.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Chansung hissed, grabbing the small boy's shoulders and shoving him against the wall.
“Stop this... You need to stop! You're not just hurting yourself but all of us too! Whether the others know it or not this involves everyone!”
“Stay out of it! This is none of your god damn business!”
“It is! You're blaming me, aren't you?! It's my fault because you can't control yourself! How long have you been like this? How long have you been hiding these feelings?”
“I don't want to talk about it,” Chansung turned around.
“Why..? Why the hell not?! What's it going to hurt?! I already know how you feel about me so how much worse can you make it between us?!”
The tall boy looked at Junsu, hurt deep in his eyes, “So my confession ruined our relationship, did it?”
“I-I didn't mean it like that. I mean... All this shit you're doing...”
Chansung nodded, gritting his teeth, “Fucking asshole.” He grabbed his clothes, about to leave the room when Junsu grabbed him.
“Where are you going?”
“To find that girl. I need to finish and she needs to get paid.”
“Are you serious? Don't you get it? This is...”
“Not your problem.”
“Stop!” Junsu slammed his hands flat against the door as the tall boy went to open it. He pinned Chansung between himself and the door, “All you want is release?”
“That should be obvious.”
Junsu exhaled, “Use me,” he whispered.
“What?”
“Use my body, have sex with me.”
Chansung's eyes widened before he turned around, “Do you know what you're saying? Have you lost it? Have you been listening to a word I've said, ever?”
“I want this to stop... I don't want you to... I want you to stop doing stupid things! Just use me!” Junsu jumped as the tall boy punched the wall next to his head.
Chansung opened his mouth, about to say something when he stopped himself. He shook his head before opening the door and leaving. Junsu slid to the floor as tears stung his eyes. He started to sob, covering his face with his hands. Chansung wasn't going to listen to him and he had used what he had thought would've stopped it all. His mind wasn't in the right place as those words spilled from his lips. Junsu didn't think of the tall boy's emotions as he said it. Chansung was probably shocked that he would ever say that, his own selfish feelings coming through. Chansung loved him, not just for his body but his soul too. What kind of person was Junsu for telling the younger boy to use his body like a toy when it was worth more than gold?
“Hyung... Your eyes look terrible,” Wooyoung whispered, looking at the oldest boy.
“Mm,” Junsu stared down at the floor. His eyes felt sore but he blamed it on himself. It was an hour after Chansung had left that he picked himself up off the floor. He wobbled to the bathroom to wash his face, looking at his red eyes and tear stained cheeks in the mirror. Junsu quickly tried to wash away all his misery but it all came back when Chansung never returned to the room.
“Didn't you wear that yesterday?” Taecyeon's voice broke through Junsu's thoughts.
He looked up seeing Chansung enter the room, “I like these clothes hyung,” the tall boy pouted.
Junsu closed his eyes, feeling his head throb. He rubbed his temple, trying to massage the pain away.
“Hyung, are you okay?”
He didn't notice Chansung glance at him as he continued to press against the pressure point. Junsu sighed, “I'll be fine... It's just a small headache.”
The small headache quickly grew as the throbbing moved into Junsu's entire body. He fell onto the bed when he made his way back to his room. He rolled over, swallowing a pill before laying back onto the pillow. His short nap allowed him a quick recovery as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Junsu got up from the bed and make his way towards the bathroom.
“You,” Chansung growled at he approached the small boy.
Junsu's eyes widened as he was pushed against the wall.
“You have a lot of nerve saying what you said last night,” the tall boy hissed, grabbing Junsu's collar. “Maybe I should just fuck you if that's what you really want.” Chansung slid his hand between them, quickly undoing the smaller boy's pants and pulling them to his knees. Junsu gasped, about to yell when he stopped himself; he asked for this. His breathing quickened as Chansung stripped him of his underwear and he stood up, looking into Junsu's eyes as he paused. The younger boy sighed, “Nothing good would come from doing this. I'd die if I actually played with you. I could never do anything like that knowing you don’t feel the same way about me.”
Chansung grabbed his jacket before stepping out of the room. Junsu panted, standing shocked against the wall. He bent down slowly, pulling his pants back up his hips. How did Chansung have this kind of control with him but not with girls, why did he need these girls then? He'd survive without them. Junsu got an idea suddenly and left the room.
“Hyung!”
“What's the matter Junsu?” Minjae asked as he sat up on his bed.
“Chansung and I have been talking-”
“Oh, you have? It seems that you two have been a bit distant.”
Junsu blinked in surprise, “U-uh yeah, anyways... Chansung has been spending a lot of money lately and he's getting worried so he asked me to hang on to it for him.”
“Ah, I've noticed... He asks for his cut early... It seems like he's been spending too much money. What's he buying?”
Junsu swallowed nervously, “I-I don't know...”
“Ah, well here then. This is his half.”
“Thanks hyung.”
He was surprised at how easy Minjae had given him the money but they were a family should he shouldn't have been that surprised. Now all he had to do was count down to the seconds. He hid the money, knowing that Chansung would never find it though Junsu feared that the tall boy might do something regrettable to get it back.
“Junsu!” Chansung's angry voice rang out through the room as he stepped in the door. “What the fuck are you think you're doing?!”
Junsu stood up, clenching his fists tightly against his sides, “I'm doing what needs to be done. This is going to end. Now. You're lucky that I haven't told hyu-” he tripped as Chansung's fist found his mouth. He was about to fall when Chansung grabbed his collar. He groaned when the tall boy smashed his lips against his own. He dug his fingers into Chansung's shoulders as the younger boy licked his lips.
“Your blood is all I can taste,” Chansung whispered, “This isn't what a first kiss is supposed to taste like.”
Junsu could see the sadness in the tall boy's eyes. He licked his lips, cringing at the taste of copper and the possible cut on his lip, “Are you still angry with me?”
“Of course I'm angry,” Chansung said softly, “You have no idea how crazy you're making me.”
“Well I'll have you know,” the small boy whispered against Chansung's lips, “You're driving me crazy too. I want you to stop... You're hurting the group... Yourself... Me. At first I just wanted you to see how much damage you were going to do if everyone found out but then I realized how I felt. They'd probably keep us apart because of the drastic measures you're taking to keep yourself under control. Don't do it anymore. I'm serious.”
“Junsu,” Chansung closed his eyes tight, wanting to argue.
“I won't let you... I don't want you to touch anyone else. I don't want anyone else to see you intimately but me.”
The younger boy raised his head, “Junsu?”
Junsu struggled with his words for a moment, “Show me how much you love me Chansung. I'm ready.”
“H-hyung...”
“No,” the older boy shook his head, “I've thought about this. Don't look at anyone else, only look at me.”
“Do you know what you're saying?”
“I do.”
Chansung let go of the smaller boy's collar and he fell onto he bed. Junsu started to unbutton his shirt, staring up at the younger boy. He pulled his shirt off his shoulders and dropped it on the floor. Chansung swallowed hard as he stood stiff.
When Junsu shivered, it hit him like a hammer and he crawled onto the bed, forcing the older boy to slide back. His breath ghosted over Junsu's lips between they met in a gentle kiss. Chansung shivered when the older boy licked his lips before his tongue slipped into his mouth. He felt Junsu inhale underneath him as he pushed the smaller boy against the bed. “I'm sorry.”
“For what?” Junsu panted.
“I can't wait... I haven't... Today and-”
“It's okay,” the older boy smiled, “Just be gentle okay?”
Chansung nodded before quickly stripping himself of his clothes. Junsu swallowed nervously as his eyes widened when he noticed the bulge in the tall boy's pants. Chansung pulled off his pants before moving to remove his own pants. He kissed Junsu's hip bone, moving close and closer to the smaller boy's length. Junsu gasped, tightening his fists as he gripped the sheets when the younger boy slipped the tip of his cock passed his lips. His breath hitched when Chansung stroked his length with his mouth, giving him the ultimate pleasure when his tongue moved against the underside.
“A-ah Chansung...” Junsu moaned, raising his hips off the bed and causing the younger boy to choke.
“Be careful hyung... I'm new at this too.”
“S-sorry Chansung.”
“It's okay,” the tall boy smiled, caressing Junsu's cheek. Once the older boy was fully erect, Chansung grabbed the bottle of lotion, making the smaller boy yelp, “Ah, sorry hyung, force of habit. I'll use something else.”
“It's fine Chansung... At least it's getting used right?”
Chansung chuckled and blushed before squeezing the lotion onto his hand. He leaned over, smiling before kissing Junsu softly, “This is going to feel weird... At least for now.”
The older boy took a deep breath before nodded his head. Chansung circled Junsu's entrance before pushing a finger inside. He watched as the smaller boy's face twisted in discomfort. He moved his finger in and out slowly before adding another until he was probing Junsu with three. The older boy moaned, sliding his hand between his legs to wrap around his cock.
“Does it feel good?” Chansung smirked, not being able to stop himself.
“M-mm...”
“Are you ready?”
Junsu licked his lip, “I think so.”
The tall boy brought more lotion into his hand before smearing it over his length. He inhaled sharply as his cock twitched from being touched. Chansung leaned over the small boy, nudging him with the tip, “This is going to hurt,” he whispered.
“I know,” Junsu whispered back, “But I'm ready.”
Chansung slid in slowly, closing his eyes as he felt the tight heat surround him. Junsu's muscles instantly clamped down around his cock, “J-Junsu... Relax a bit.”
“I'm trying.”
The younger boy opened his eyes, seeing the pain on Junsu's face. He smiled to himself before stroking the small boy's face, “We don't have to do this.”
“No, it's okay... If not now, then later, it will be the same.”
Chansung bit his lip, knowing that this was true. He held the tip of his length once more, pushing back in quickly and making Junsu yelp, “Sorry,” he cooed, kissing the older boy's face, “I'm so sorry.” He felt Junsu's chest rise and fall quickly before he moved his hips. “If I don't move, you'll never get used to it.”
Junsu's breath hitched as he felt the tall boy's length fill him. He could feel the pain so much but he knew that one day it would no longer be there so he'd deal with it for now. He felt a sense of relief every time Chansung pulled out but it shocked him when the tall boy thrust back in. He slowly adjusted to the pain as his muscles loosened around the younger boy's cock.
“Junsu.”
The small boy opened his eyes finally, not being able to see clearly through his tears. He blinked a few times before he saw Chansung clearly as the tall boy looked down at him.
“Are you okay?”
Junsu nodded, “It's okay now. It doesn't hurt... As much.”
“I'm glad,” the tall boy kissed him.
Junsu grunted as the younger boy wrapped his fingers around his length that had softened over time. He moaned against Chansung's lips as he stroked his cock, teasing the tip with his thumb. Junsu felt a ripple of pleasure run through his veins and he bucked his hips accidentally, making the tall boy groan. He kissed Chansung, biting his lips and devouring his mouth hungrily. His lust was suddenly spiked as the younger boy began to pump his cock quickly, “Ah Chansung!”
“H-hyung, you got tighter again,” the tall boy closed his eyes, trying to bare with the muscles clenching his length.
“C-Chansung, I'm going to cum,” Junsu whined, thrusting his hips.
Chansung panted against the older boy's lips as they met in a sloppy kiss. He grunted when Junsu's suddenly clamped down, pulling on his cock greedily as he came, spilling his seed onto his stomach. Chansung took advantage of the moment, thrusting into the smaller boy before his orgasm hit. He panted against Junsu's neck as his hips twitched, emptying himself inside the older boy.
“Ch-Chansung,” Junsu panted.
The tall boy raised his head, “M-mm?”
“I hope... That was what you always fantasized about.”
Chansung paused for a moment before chuckling, “Hyung, just being with you as more than a friend or a group mate is so much more better than what I could fantasize about.”
“So, no more girls?”
The younger boy shook his head, “No, just you and only you.”
Junsu smiled, kissing the tall boy briefly, “I-I love you.”
Chansung's heart fluttered in his chest as a blush rose to his cheeks. He buried his face in the small boy's chest, “I love you too,” he mumbled.