Enough
Title: Enough
Genre: Drama, romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Junho can't tell himself to get over it when Chansung fails to see that he's crossed the line.
Author's Notes: I wrote this in December but... Found a similar fic and wasn't too keen on posting this.... So... If it seems familiar, that's why.... Also... still not too keen on posting it now for other reasons >< I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
As if it wasn't hard enough for Junho to avoid Chansung's touches, it was horrible to shake off his stares. He shuddered as he ignored the maknae's eyes as they looked at his back sadly. Junho didn't have to look at the younger boy to know how he was feeling but he wasn't going to give into the puppy dog eyes. He was bothered and he wanted Chansung to feel the pain in his heart, even if he was stupidly jealous. Both of them knew how Junho was, they both knew that he got jealous over little things but it didn't help that Chansung was clueless.
It wasn't the first time and Junho knew it wouldn't be the last, it was something that happened daily and he told himself that he should just get over it. Unfortunately, the more he saw it, the more it aggravated him. The maknae was just too happy when any sort of contact, be it through words or touches. Junho didn't hear much of the words because he had the ability to block out voices but when he noticed Junsu's hands sneaking around Chansung's hip and squeezing, Junho felt himself twitch. Definitely not the first time that their hyung had touched them considering that Junsu was the touchy feely type. On a few occasions, Junho had slapped the older boy's hand away because he just wasn't into it. It wasn't just squeezes or pokes or hugs, it would sometimes become gropes or fingers travelling under the material of clothing.
Junho would admit that at time they all felt frustrated and yeah, even sometimes they'd help one another out to get release but he stopped once he started dating Chansung. He had hoped that the other boy had stopped since then to but it irked when he found the two of them on the couch, Junsu's hand buried in the maknae's pants. Junho could only guess from the motioning going on behind the material that the older boy was stroking Chansung's dick.
That was it, that was the last straw. Instead of calling him out of the room, Junho waited until the younger boy approached him. He needed think to think clearly so that he didn't completely lash out irrationally. He knew Chansung would look at him, stupefied and surprised like he had no clue as to what he had done wrong. The maknae begged and pleaded with Junho when all he said was, “I think we need a break. I'll come to you when I'm ready.”
With that, Junho left the room. Chansung sat in his room for the rest of the night, using his bed for the first time in months as he avoided contact with the other members.
Unfortunately for the whole group, their schedules weren't as kind to them. They took a plane to Japan and Junho felt like he should've seen it coming because everything likes to go wrong when he's really not in the mood for it. When life sucks, it just throws more challenges at him.
“Hyung, is there no way we can get another room?”
The manager shook his head, “I want to keep you all together Junho, I'm sorry.”
The group never made sleeping arrangements until after they arrived at the hotel and normally, it was up to them but for some reason their manager insisted on making the decision for them. To make matters worse, he decided to stick Junho and Chansung in a room with one bed. The other members gave them sympathetic glances as they separated and went into their own rooms.
Junho dropped his bag on the floor, looking into the bathroom mirror as he saw movement in its reflection. Chansung was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out of the window as if he was just a soulless vessel. His eyes were empty just like his stomach but Chansung couldn't bring himself to eat for the last few days. When Junho walked out the door, he left with not only his heart but everything else not visible to the naked eye. The sound of a chain hitting the porcelain countertop of the bathroom snapped him out of his concentration. He peeked into the bathroom, seeing Junho holding the necklace he had given them on their first month anniversary. Chansung thought he was being silly at the time but the reaction from Junho made his heart leap.
His eyes moved to the floor again as Junho came out of the bathroom to leave the room completely. The quick glance into the bathroom had Chansung's eyes blurry from the tears as he stared at the gold chain sitting alone on the counter. The last words from Junho weren't clear to him. There was no reason behind it, he hadn't explained anything to him but he sat there and listened because it was all he could do. Now the piercing silence was all that filled his ears as he sat on the bed. He couldn't figure out why Junho had said this to him.
Everything was easy, the boys were exceptionally gifted at faking emotion and Junho was amazing at pretending he didn't have any. Only the stylists knew of the dark cloud that hung over them but they all knew not to ask, it was none of their business. It was their job to make them look presentable, not to cheer up their mood.
Tired, exhausted, ready to pass out, the boys returned to their rooms after filling their faces and that much needed sleep had filled their minds hours ago. Junho was less eager to be in his room. He felt annoyed as he watched Chansung grab a pillow and curl up on the floor.
“I'll sleep here if you don't want to-”
“Don't be stupid,” Junho snarled, “Get on the bed.”
After shifting for what felt like forever, Junho deemed himself comfortable. His cheeks burned as he felt enraged when he climbed into bed, only then realizing that it was a double and not a queen or king where the two boys wouldn't have to worry about touching each other. Minute by minute, he felt Chansung move closer to him until the maknae's hands slipped around his waist. Taking it as a sign of habit, Junho grabbed the maknae's wrist only to discover that the arm tightened as he tried to pull it away.
“Chansung,” he growled.
“Tell me why.”
“Let go of me.”
“Tell me why you want this break. I have a right to know.”
“Get your filthy hands off me!”
Junho blinked and he found himself on his back, staring up at Chansung with intense anger, his hands pinned next to his head.
“My filthy hands? Where did that come from? Why are you being like this?”
“If you don't get off me right now Chansung, I'll put a nice ugly bruise on your face when I get free.”
“Junho! Stop this! Please tell me what's wrong! I love you and I don't want to hurt you!”
“It's too late for that! You've already hurt me!”
Chansung sighed, swallowing as he looked down at the smaller boy with tears in his eyes. “Keep talking. Tell me how I've hurt you. Please. I don't want to make this mistake again.”
“If you weren't such a clueless idiot you'd know. Hell, even a smart person would know! Who allows someone else to touch them so intimately when they're dating?!”
The maknae blinked, slowly leaning back and releasing Junho's wrists. “When... Junho, when are you talking about?”
Junho laughed in annoyance, “Yeah, you must have done it so much that you can't even pick out when.” He got up but the tall boy grabbed his arm.
“Tell me when!”
“When Junsu had his hand down your fucking pants! He was touching your dick, wasn't he? I bet you were enjoying it, I know you were! I know that look on your face because I've seen it!”
Junho's loud tone only made Chansung grip his arm tighter, “Junho, I would never do anything to hurt you, you know that.”
“Then why did you do it?!”
“We all help each other out, we all did it!”
“I stopped! How would you feel if I started sleeping with Taecyeon? Using my hand or my butt to get him off! It wasn't just the fact that you two were helping one another, it was the fact that his hand was down your pants! You didn't come to me!”
“We were watching something and I got in the mood! I didn't think you'd want to help me out.”
“You don't know until you ask! You could've went to the bathroom to jerk off.” The small boy ripped his arm out of Chansung's grip, hitting the wall behind him. “I can't deal with this.”
Chansung jumped up, trapping the older boy against the wall, “Don't leave Junho. I can't let you leaving knowing that you're feeling like this. Let me make it up to you. Let me beg you for forgiveness.”
“Why, so you can do it again?”
“No! I wish you would've told me if bothered you. I wish I had known because I would've stopped!”
Junho shook his head, “It should've been obvious.”
“What's obvious is that I love you. I don't want to be apart from you.”
“Don't start saying things like that,” Junho looked away from the tall boy, feeling the tears return to his eyes.
“I want to be with you forever Junho. It would break me if we weren't together, I'd never be the same. Please Junho, accept me into your heart again. I'll never hurt you again. I promise.” Chansung lifted the small boy's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. “Please?”
Junho sighed, feeling the large sad eyes dissolve the anger in his heart, “Fine. Okay, I'll let you off this time.” He squeaked as he was lifted off the floor and thrown to the bed gently. He started at Chansung with wide eyes as the tall boy crawled on top of him with a large grin.
“My hands are all yours Lee Junho,” he's snaked his fingers up Junho's sides, tickling the small boy until he cried and begged him to stop. “Since I'm one hundred percent yours,” Chansung whispered into the older boy's ear, “Do you think I could...” his fingers tickled the skin above Junho's pants.
The older boy tensed when Chansung's fingers slid around his skin, “C-Chansung, I-”
“Could I put this on you again?” The gold chain slipped out from Chansung's fingers, making Junho smile and roll over the tall boy.
“Yes. Do me the honors.”
Genre: Drama, romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chansung/Junho
Summary: Junho can't tell himself to get over it when Chansung fails to see that he's crossed the line.
Author's Notes: I wrote this in December but... Found a similar fic and wasn't too keen on posting this.... So... If it seems familiar, that's why.... Also... still not too keen on posting it now for other reasons >< I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
As if it wasn't hard enough for Junho to avoid Chansung's touches, it was horrible to shake off his stares. He shuddered as he ignored the maknae's eyes as they looked at his back sadly. Junho didn't have to look at the younger boy to know how he was feeling but he wasn't going to give into the puppy dog eyes. He was bothered and he wanted Chansung to feel the pain in his heart, even if he was stupidly jealous. Both of them knew how Junho was, they both knew that he got jealous over little things but it didn't help that Chansung was clueless.
It wasn't the first time and Junho knew it wouldn't be the last, it was something that happened daily and he told himself that he should just get over it. Unfortunately, the more he saw it, the more it aggravated him. The maknae was just too happy when any sort of contact, be it through words or touches. Junho didn't hear much of the words because he had the ability to block out voices but when he noticed Junsu's hands sneaking around Chansung's hip and squeezing, Junho felt himself twitch. Definitely not the first time that their hyung had touched them considering that Junsu was the touchy feely type. On a few occasions, Junho had slapped the older boy's hand away because he just wasn't into it. It wasn't just squeezes or pokes or hugs, it would sometimes become gropes or fingers travelling under the material of clothing.
Junho would admit that at time they all felt frustrated and yeah, even sometimes they'd help one another out to get release but he stopped once he started dating Chansung. He had hoped that the other boy had stopped since then to but it irked when he found the two of them on the couch, Junsu's hand buried in the maknae's pants. Junho could only guess from the motioning going on behind the material that the older boy was stroking Chansung's dick.
That was it, that was the last straw. Instead of calling him out of the room, Junho waited until the younger boy approached him. He needed think to think clearly so that he didn't completely lash out irrationally. He knew Chansung would look at him, stupefied and surprised like he had no clue as to what he had done wrong. The maknae begged and pleaded with Junho when all he said was, “I think we need a break. I'll come to you when I'm ready.”
With that, Junho left the room. Chansung sat in his room for the rest of the night, using his bed for the first time in months as he avoided contact with the other members.
Unfortunately for the whole group, their schedules weren't as kind to them. They took a plane to Japan and Junho felt like he should've seen it coming because everything likes to go wrong when he's really not in the mood for it. When life sucks, it just throws more challenges at him.
“Hyung, is there no way we can get another room?”
The manager shook his head, “I want to keep you all together Junho, I'm sorry.”
The group never made sleeping arrangements until after they arrived at the hotel and normally, it was up to them but for some reason their manager insisted on making the decision for them. To make matters worse, he decided to stick Junho and Chansung in a room with one bed. The other members gave them sympathetic glances as they separated and went into their own rooms.
Junho dropped his bag on the floor, looking into the bathroom mirror as he saw movement in its reflection. Chansung was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out of the window as if he was just a soulless vessel. His eyes were empty just like his stomach but Chansung couldn't bring himself to eat for the last few days. When Junho walked out the door, he left with not only his heart but everything else not visible to the naked eye. The sound of a chain hitting the porcelain countertop of the bathroom snapped him out of his concentration. He peeked into the bathroom, seeing Junho holding the necklace he had given them on their first month anniversary. Chansung thought he was being silly at the time but the reaction from Junho made his heart leap.
His eyes moved to the floor again as Junho came out of the bathroom to leave the room completely. The quick glance into the bathroom had Chansung's eyes blurry from the tears as he stared at the gold chain sitting alone on the counter. The last words from Junho weren't clear to him. There was no reason behind it, he hadn't explained anything to him but he sat there and listened because it was all he could do. Now the piercing silence was all that filled his ears as he sat on the bed. He couldn't figure out why Junho had said this to him.
Everything was easy, the boys were exceptionally gifted at faking emotion and Junho was amazing at pretending he didn't have any. Only the stylists knew of the dark cloud that hung over them but they all knew not to ask, it was none of their business. It was their job to make them look presentable, not to cheer up their mood.
Tired, exhausted, ready to pass out, the boys returned to their rooms after filling their faces and that much needed sleep had filled their minds hours ago. Junho was less eager to be in his room. He felt annoyed as he watched Chansung grab a pillow and curl up on the floor.
“I'll sleep here if you don't want to-”
“Don't be stupid,” Junho snarled, “Get on the bed.”
After shifting for what felt like forever, Junho deemed himself comfortable. His cheeks burned as he felt enraged when he climbed into bed, only then realizing that it was a double and not a queen or king where the two boys wouldn't have to worry about touching each other. Minute by minute, he felt Chansung move closer to him until the maknae's hands slipped around his waist. Taking it as a sign of habit, Junho grabbed the maknae's wrist only to discover that the arm tightened as he tried to pull it away.
“Chansung,” he growled.
“Tell me why.”
“Let go of me.”
“Tell me why you want this break. I have a right to know.”
“Get your filthy hands off me!”
Junho blinked and he found himself on his back, staring up at Chansung with intense anger, his hands pinned next to his head.
“My filthy hands? Where did that come from? Why are you being like this?”
“If you don't get off me right now Chansung, I'll put a nice ugly bruise on your face when I get free.”
“Junho! Stop this! Please tell me what's wrong! I love you and I don't want to hurt you!”
“It's too late for that! You've already hurt me!”
Chansung sighed, swallowing as he looked down at the smaller boy with tears in his eyes. “Keep talking. Tell me how I've hurt you. Please. I don't want to make this mistake again.”
“If you weren't such a clueless idiot you'd know. Hell, even a smart person would know! Who allows someone else to touch them so intimately when they're dating?!”
The maknae blinked, slowly leaning back and releasing Junho's wrists. “When... Junho, when are you talking about?”
Junho laughed in annoyance, “Yeah, you must have done it so much that you can't even pick out when.” He got up but the tall boy grabbed his arm.
“Tell me when!”
“When Junsu had his hand down your fucking pants! He was touching your dick, wasn't he? I bet you were enjoying it, I know you were! I know that look on your face because I've seen it!”
Junho's loud tone only made Chansung grip his arm tighter, “Junho, I would never do anything to hurt you, you know that.”
“Then why did you do it?!”
“We all help each other out, we all did it!”
“I stopped! How would you feel if I started sleeping with Taecyeon? Using my hand or my butt to get him off! It wasn't just the fact that you two were helping one another, it was the fact that his hand was down your pants! You didn't come to me!”
“We were watching something and I got in the mood! I didn't think you'd want to help me out.”
“You don't know until you ask! You could've went to the bathroom to jerk off.” The small boy ripped his arm out of Chansung's grip, hitting the wall behind him. “I can't deal with this.”
Chansung jumped up, trapping the older boy against the wall, “Don't leave Junho. I can't let you leaving knowing that you're feeling like this. Let me make it up to you. Let me beg you for forgiveness.”
“Why, so you can do it again?”
“No! I wish you would've told me if bothered you. I wish I had known because I would've stopped!”
Junho shook his head, “It should've been obvious.”
“What's obvious is that I love you. I don't want to be apart from you.”
“Don't start saying things like that,” Junho looked away from the tall boy, feeling the tears return to his eyes.
“I want to be with you forever Junho. It would break me if we weren't together, I'd never be the same. Please Junho, accept me into your heart again. I'll never hurt you again. I promise.” Chansung lifted the small boy's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. “Please?”
Junho sighed, feeling the large sad eyes dissolve the anger in his heart, “Fine. Okay, I'll let you off this time.” He squeaked as he was lifted off the floor and thrown to the bed gently. He started at Chansung with wide eyes as the tall boy crawled on top of him with a large grin.
“My hands are all yours Lee Junho,” he's snaked his fingers up Junho's sides, tickling the small boy until he cried and begged him to stop. “Since I'm one hundred percent yours,” Chansung whispered into the older boy's ear, “Do you think I could...” his fingers tickled the skin above Junho's pants.
The older boy tensed when Chansung's fingers slid around his skin, “C-Chansung, I-”
“Could I put this on you again?” The gold chain slipped out from Chansung's fingers, making Junho smile and roll over the tall boy.
“Yes. Do me the honors.”