Obsession
Title: Obsession Pt.1
Genre: Angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Junho/Taecyeon
Summary: Taecyeon becomes obsessed with Junho. Junho finds out a scary secret about the older boy.
Note: Somewhat fantasy fic to try to make it interesting. LONG FIC! 13207 words.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM.
Junho smiled, laughing with Chansung as the tall boy told a joke. His eyes disappeared into tiny slits as he giggled next to the maknae. He didn't notice the sharp gaze on him, the brown eyes that flickered into blood red. Junho shivered and the tall boy laughed, doing the same, “Must be cold in here,” Junho said, rubbing away the goosebumps.
“Yeah,” Chansung smiled, feeling that it wasn't the climate.
He groaned in his sleep, tossing and turning on the floor in his blankets. Chansung suddenly became uncomfortable as felt as if someone was watching him. Stings of pain danced around under his skin, making his body twitch until they got to his heart. He suddenly bolted upright, gripping his chest and panting. Chansung looked around the room, his eyes focusing in the dark, “What was that?” He rubbed his chest, still feeling a bit of pain in his heart.
“Hey Junho!” Chansung smiled, slapping the smaller boy on the back. His chest suddenly felt constricted and it became difficult to breathe. It was then that Chansung noticed Taecyeon's eyes narrowed at him. His eyes widened as he noticed the dark red in the older boy's irises even from his distance. Chansung swallowed, pulling his hand back and hugging his chest. The pain seemed to lessen and air filled his lungs again.
“You alright?” Junho asked, raising a worried brow at the tall boy.
“Fine,” Chansung wheezed, back away from the other boy. At first, he thought something might have been wrong with him. His sudden chest pains and heart aches were just coming from their crazy routine but that was something he should've been used to by now. It wasn't until he caught Taecyeon's gaze that he realized that there was nothing rational about this. The older boy seethed with envy but Chansung was positive there was nothing in this world that could make him actually feel it. He wondered why Taecyeon would even act this way. What would make the older boy feel jealous, surely not Junho. Had they not been all together since the beginning of their debut? Had they not all shared feelings like a bunch of college girls in a sorority? Why was it now that Taecyeon was feeling attached to one of them and why Junho?
“You in pain or something?” Wooyoung asked, breaking Chansung out of his thoughts.
“Huh?”
“Your face, it's twisting up like you're constipated or something.”
“I'm thinking.”
“Looks painful.”
Chansung sighed, rubbing his temples. It was painful, but not in his head. He decided to make mental notes on the occurrences, seeing how close he could get to Junho before the pain gripped at his heart. To his surprise, it never came back and Taecyeon was as normal as ever. “So weird...”
“What's weird?” Taecyeon asked.
“Oh, nothing,” the younger boy smiled.
Junho sighed, flopping over and resting his head in Junsu's lap. The older boy stroked his head, running his fingers through his hair and making him sleepy. He nudged Junsu's lap and the older boy chuckled, “You're such a baby.”
“Only because you treat me like one,” Junho smiled, poking the taller boy's thigh. “I'm sleepy hyung.”
“Then go to sleep. I won't be moving for a while.”
Junho got more comfortable before falling asleep. He felt like he was in a dream, which was should've been going on because he was asleep, but everything seemed so vivid. He slowly sat up, seeing Junsu fast asleep. Junho smiled, “I guess hyung was sleepy too.”
He was about to get up when he felt something wet against his hand. Junho looked down, gasping at the red that covered Junsu's thigh. He raised his hand, realizing that blood was all over his fingers. He followed up the trail to see it disappear under Junsu's shirt. Slowly, with a trembling hand, Junho lifted the older boy's shirt, dropping it immediately and falling off the couch. His breath caught in his throat as he choked, looking at the now dead Junsu with his heart missing. “H-hyung?” Junho climbed over to the couch, shaking the older boy in disbelief, “H-hyung wake up.” He screamed when Junsu fell on top of him and he was shook violently.
“Yah Junho wake up!”
Junho blinked, opening his terrified eyes to look at Junsu. He stared at the older boy before tears ran down his cheeks, “Hyung!” he shouted, wrapping his arms around Junsu's neck and crawling into his lap.
“What's the matter?” Junsu asked, patting the small boy's back.
“What's going on?” Nichkhun asked, coming out of his room.
“I don't know... Junho was screaming in his sleep.”
Junho sniffled, burying his nose in the older boy's shirt. He squeezed Junsu tight, not believing that the this was reality anymore, “Hyung, this isn't a dream right? You're actually here, right?”
“What are you talking about, of course I'm here,” the older boy raised a brow, “Did you have nightmare?”
The small boy nodded, “I t-think so... But it felt so real...” Junho looked at his hand, seeing no trace of blood.
“It wasn't real Junho,” Junsu said, making the small boy look up, “I'm here and alive. Now go change, you're all sweaty.”
Instead of just changing his clothes, Junho decided to shower. He let the hot water pour of his tired body, working the knots out of his strained muscles. His dream had made him feel sick to his stomach so he tried to let the water stream the thoughts out of his head. Junho jolted suddenly when a cool breeze tickled his wet skin. He opened his eyes, staring at the curtain and waiting. The only reason for there to be a chill was if the door had been opened. Junho has clearly stated that he was going to shower so everyone in the dorm knew that. He tensed, thinking of ridiculous and impossible situations, 'What if someone broke in? What if it's a killer and everyone outside is dead?' Junho thought, his nightmare haunting his memory. He looked around at his choice of weapons, whimpering at the shampoo bottles, sponges and a plug. He heard something behind the curtain shuffle and he pinned himself against the wall. His breathing quickened as he stood behind the spray of the shower, watching the curtain. A cool breeze whirled around him, making him shiver uncontrollably. Junho saw a shadow, seeing a hand come towards the shower curtain and he tensed. His heart raced as he clawed at the shower tiles.
“Yah Junho, have you seen my- what are you doing?” Taecyeon asked, raising a brow as he pulled the shower curtain away.
Junho let out a heavy sigh as he pulled himself away from the wall, “What do you want hyung?”
“My ring, have you seen it? I think I remember taking it off before I showered but I can't remember where I left it.”
The small boy looked around the shower, “It's not here hyung.”
Taecyeon frowned, looking miserable, “Okay, thanks.”
Junho's heart calmed once the tall boy left the room, hearing the click as confirmation. He raised a brow, wondering when he had ever seen Taecyeon wear a ring, at least one that was important enough to have all the time. Sure they had accessories for photoshoots but Taecyeon wasn't the type for casual jewelry, so Junho thought.
“I thought you drown in there,” Junsu said as the small boy came out of the shower.
“My body needed that,” Junho replied, rolling his arm to work out the last bit of knots.
“Need a massage?” Nichkhun smirked.
“Really?” the small boy smiled.
Nichkhun nodded, “How about after we eat?”
Junho was glad that the older boy had picked before to eat because as soon as Nichkhun put his hands on him, Junho felt too relaxed to move. He felt like the taller boy lifted away all the bad from his body as he slowly worked out the knots. Nichkhun got to a particularly tight spot, making the small boy tense, “Relax Junho, I'll work it out.”
“I know hyung,” Junho gripped his pant leg, “It just hurts.” He closed his eyes tight until the pain was eased out of him. His shoulders slumped and he leaned back into Nichkhun.
“Had enough?” the tall boy whispered into his ear.
“Mm,” Junho closed his eyes, “It feels really good hyung, just a bit more.”
Nichkhun chuckled, “Okay, try not to fall asleep.”
The younger boy's lip twitched, knowing that it wouldn't be possible. He was already starting to doze off before Nichkhun started up again.
“Take him to bed,” Junsu said.
“I don't want to wake him up,” Taecyeon frowned.
“At least he'll be in bed where he can fall asleep again. Just take him.”
The tall boy sighed, looking at Junho as he slept sitting up on the floor. He didn't want the small boy to sleep like that all night but he feared that the poor boy would wake up if he moved him.
“Don't be stupid,” Junsu interrupted his thoughts, “Take him to bed.”
Just then, Junho's breath hitched and he blinked slowly before rubbing his eyes. He looked up to see his two hyung staring down at him. “What's going on?” he asked sleepily.
“Nothing,” Taecyeon smiled, “Come on, let's go to bed.”
The older boy pulled Junho to his feet and he crashed into Taecyeon's chest. Junho closed his eyes, nuzzling against the tall boy, feeling warmth emitting from his body. Taecyeon smiled, wrapping his arms around the younger boy and taking him to bed.
“Yah! Noona said that was my outfit!” Wooyoung yelled at Junho, bonking the younger boy in the head.
“Ow, I wondered why it was smaller.”
“Take it off,” the older boy growled.
“We don't have time,” a stylist said, “Come out, outside now.”
Wooyoung sent glares at the smaller boy as they both felt uncomfortable in their outfits. His clothing suddenly felt tight against his body, pinching off his air, 'Stupid Junho, if he had just put on the righ-' Wooyoung gasped, trying to breathe. He gripped Nichkhun's shoulder, who was standing in front of him.
“Yah, are you okay?” the older boy whispered.
“F-fine, the outfit is too small.”
“Shouldn't you take it off then?”
“Don't have time.”
Nichkhun looked at the smaller boy with concern as Wooyoung panted. He ignored the flash of the camera as the younger boy gripped his chest, “Wooyoung?” The small boy fell to his knees, panting harshly before passing out, “Yah!”
Wooyoung watched a noona getting scolded for mixing up the outfits. “I-I'm sorry hyung.” He looked up, seeing Junho look extremely guilty with tears in his eyes, “I didn't know that it was that small or else I would hav-”
“It's okay Junho, I'm okay now,” Wooyoung said, patting the smaller boy's arm. He felt a sting in his chest and he pulled his hand away.
Little by little, the members of 2PM started to keep their distance away from Junho, whether it was from simple gestures or hugs. When Junho would get close, they'd smile awkwardly, like they were in pain. It wasn't just that for Junho, he would suddenly feel tense, like someone was closing their arms around him tightly. The feeling bothered him when he joined other groups, “Can you feel that?” Minho asked, rubbing the goosebumps off his arm, “It's like the air is suffocating me.”
“I've been feeling it for weeks.”
Minho looked at the older boy, “Hyung, maybe someone has a grudge on you... Or is being really overprotective with voodoo or something.”
Junho raised a brow but he could sense that the other boy was being serious in a way. It all seemed to fit but it wasn't possible. Things got worse as time went on as Junho shivered almost every hour from a sense of being watched. It didn't matter where he went, who he was with or what he was doing, Junho always felt a pair of eyes on him. He was used to cameras spying on his every move but this was different. It was a bone-chilling glare that made even his goosebumps get goosebumps. He glanced around, feeling stupid for looking around the bathroom when he knew he was alone but how was it possible to feel this way when he was alone in the dorm?
He stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. Something suddenly knocked him against the wall and he hit his head. Junho fell onto the floor, feeling something snake up his leg and under the towel. He gasped as it teased his length before tickling his thigh. He quickly scrambled off the floor and into his room, slamming the door behind him. He hid under the blankets, shaking in fear.
Hours passed before his door opened, “Junho, are you alright?” Chansung asked, seeing the smaller boy sitting in the dark. The younger boy turned on the light before walking towards the bed, “Junho?” He reached out, gripping Junho's shoulder and making the small boy jump, “Are you okay?”
Junho suddenly came back to this world as he threw the blanket off his body, “Fine,” he lied. Chansung eyed the small boy as he climbed off the bed, still in his towel.
“Were you... About to shower?” the tall boy asked, seeing Junho's dry hair.
“No, I already had one.”
“New drying method..?”
“I said I'm fine!”
Chansung blinked before walking up to the older boy, “That's not what I asked,” he said, flipping Junho around to face him. “What's going on with you? You're always tense...”
“I don't know okay? Just leave me alone,” Junho grabbed his clothes and left the room.
'Maybe I have a ghost haunting me,' Junho thought. From the members avoiding him, to the tenseness in his body, the awkward feeling of being watched and now this new feeling of his body aching and losing energy.
He fell onto his bed, feeling completely drained. His body hurt all over but his thighs seemed to hurt the most, as if he had been pinched really hard. Junho had checked for signs of bruising or marks but his thighs were clean. “I can't even move anymore,” he sighed. His stomach growled at him and he whined, knowing that he wouldn't have the strength to get up. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Can you bring me food? I can't move.
What do you want?
Noodles please.
Ten minutes later, Taecyeon arrived with a bowl of hot soup in his hand, “Are you okay?”
“Mm, I just feel so tired,” Junho sat up slowly, his eyes barely staying open. He placed the soup in his lap, watching the steam rather than eating it.
Taecyeon raised a brow before grabbing the spoon and bringing it up to the smaller boy's lips. Junho opened his mouth as the older boy started to feed him. To Taecyeon's surprise, the younger boy was asleep before he was even able to take the bowl from his lap. He gently pushed Junho over before pulling the blankets over him, “Goodnight Junho,” Taecyeon said before kissing the small boy's forehead.
Wooyoung yelped when he saw Junho’s face the next morning, “Jesus! Did you not sleep or something?”
Junho raised a brow as he stopped dragging his feet. He felt like he had slept but his body still felt drained. He barely had enough strength to stand as Taecyeon came up behind him. Junho felt his legs give out and the tall boy caught him, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fucking fine!” Junho glared, pushing away from the tall boy. He felt something nag at his heart but he ignored it as he made his way into the bathroom. Junho looked at himself in the mirror and he gasped, falling back against the wall. He gently touched his face, not believing his reflection. Dark rings surrounded his eyes and skin was paler than a ghost. He wasn’t surprised that Wooyoung had been shocked.
“It’s a good thing we have today off. I doubt makeup could cover that,” Junho could hear Wooyoung say behind the door.
“Junho needs his rest,” Taecyeon said.
Junho spent most of the day in his room, falling in and out of sleep. He was plagued with nightmares, causing him to wake up more often than he would have liked to. Finally, after the fifth time, he gave up and got out of bed. Junho reached for a new shirt, his previous one soaked with sweat, when Chansung came into his room, “Yah Junho, we need to talk.”
The small boy sighed, griping the edge of the drawer. Chansung walked up behind him before wrapping his arms tightly around his chest. Junho blinked, feeling the younger boy's arms against his naked skin.
“What's the matter with you?” Chansung whispered, “Don't tell me nothing. Your mood is horrible... The air is tense... And you look deathly sick.”
Junho breathed out, touching the tall boy's arm, “I don't know what's wrong with me,” he felt Chansung's arms tighten, “Honestly. I feel so drained... I feel like I'm always being watched... You guys have been avoiding me because... Because you guys feel it too.”
“I think I might know who it is that's doing this...”
The small boy's eyes widened as he turned in Chansung's arms, “Who? Tell me.”
Chansung shook his head, “I... I'm not positive yet and I don't want to say anything if I'm not sure.”
“Chansung, whoever it is that's causing this needs to know that it isn't healthy. We have to get them to stop. This... This problem isn't even realistic... It's like something from a book. I want to know what it is and who is causing it.”
The younger boy stared into Junho's eyes as he looked up at him. He could feel the other boy begging and he knew the strain that it was putting on Junho, “I-it's-” Chansung closed his eyes tight.
“What's the matter?”
“My head... It's suddenly pounding.”
Junho pulled the tall boy closer, wrapping his arms around his neck, “That person is watching then... Whoever it is... They don't want anyone near me.”
“Junho please, let me go... I need to leave.”
The small boy frowned before pulling away. He watched as Chansung quickly left the room and almost bumped into Nichkhun. The older boy blinked, “Everything okay?”
“Fine as always.”
Junho sighed, pulling a shirt out of his dresser and slipping it over his head. He started to make a mental list of suspects, crossing off every name except for the members of 2PM. He started to think more clearly, finding the clues to be a little more obvious when it came to the group. Who had the symptoms? Junho was sure that the first was Chansung. The tall boy had gripped his chest, looking like he had trouble breathing. It was the same case for Wooyoung too, though that could've easily been mistaken for his wrong outfit. Third was Junsu. If Junsu was the culprit, he would've have had a dream about him with his heart ripped out. Junho shuddered, trying not to let the nightmare drift back into his mind. There were only two people left who didn't seem to show a single symptom. 'Nichkhun hyung still touches me... and still talks me and nothing has happened to him. Taecyeon hyung seems to be fine too... Though...' Junho thought back to the time that he was in the shower and the chilled air tickled his skin. He remembered feeling it once when he was alone too.
“Boo.”
Junho screamed, whirling around and punching Taecyeon in the stomach. The tall boy stepped back, holding his gut and Junho held his breath, seeing red flash in the other boy's eyes before he blinked and the bronze was back, “J-Junho, what the hell?”
“Sorry hyung,” he swallowed, “Y-you startled me.”
“What's got you so scared? You don't normally act this way unless we watch a scary movie.”
“I just... I'm not feeling right,” Junho stepped back as the tall boy stepped forward. He gasped as Taecyeon moved so fast that his eyed couldn't follow. He found himself in the older boy's arms.
“You don't have a fever... But you are really pale. Have you eaten yet today?” Junho shook his head, “I'll make you something or are you even hungry.”
The small boy suddenly felt dizzy and he fell against Taecyeon's chest, “I-I...”
“I think we should take you to the hospital. Hyung would have a fit if he saw you like this.”
“N-no...”
“No? Junho, something is obviously wrong,” he pulled Junho's chin up to look into his eyes, “Have you seen yourself? Hell, I'm sure you feel like shit.” Taecyeon's brow twitch and his face was full of concern, “W-what if you have some disease that's killing you? I mean, you definitely have the signs!”
“I'm not dying.”
“How do you know?! I'm taking you,” the older boy said, throwing Junho over his shoulder.
“No!” Junho kicked, “Put me down!”
“I'm not allowing you to die Junho, don't be so stubborn,” Taecyeon got to the door just as Nichkhun stepped in his way, “What are you doing?”
“What are you doing?”
“Taking Junho to the hospital, he's obviously sick.”
“I don't think so.”
Junho stiffened, feeling the tense air thicken. Taecyeon couldn't have been the culprit if he was going to take him to the hospital. He felt the tall boy chuckle, “You're just going to let Junho die then?”
“He's not dying.”
“Then what? What's your reason for him being like this?!”
“Taecyeon hyung, put me down.”
“What? Why? I told you that I'm taking you to the hospital.”
“I don't need to go, I know what's wrong with me.”
Taecyeon slowly lowered the small boy onto his feet, “What? If you know then... Tell me.”
“I can't.”
“But Junho! If you're dying then-”
“I'm not dying.”
“I told you,” Nichkhun said.
“Is this a secret between you two or something? Tell me what the hell is going on!”
Junho looked down at the floor. If Nichkhun was the culprit, keeping him out of the hospital seemed like the right thing to do in his case but if he wasn't, why was he protecting Junho? “H-hyung, can you go make me some soup?”
Taecyeon glared, sighing angrily, “Fine.”
The small boy face Nichkhun, “Stop this right now. No good with come from it.” Junho missed the look of confusion of the older boy's face when he walked away.
Junho thanked the stars that the group wasn't full of nighthawks. They all went to bed early which meant that they had stopped bugging Junho and allowed him to sleep. The bed suddenly dipped slowly as he kept his body still, not fully conscious. He felt hands roaming around his body, making it numb. A gasp escaped his lips as cold fingers slid under his shirt. Junho slowly opened his eyes, feeling a large shadow over him. His eyes widened and he was about to scream when a hand was firm over his mouth, “Shh,” the shadow whispered. Junho wrapped his fingers around the shadow's wrist, trying to pull it away from his mouth but it wouldn't budge. He grunted, feeling something jerk against his hips. A hand slithered it's way into his pants before grabbing his awakening arousal. Junho had no idea how he had gotten hard but the shadow gave him no time to breathe as the hand moved quickly. His hand darted out, grabbing the shadow's and trying to pull it out of his pants. He panted against the fingers over his mouth before one of them slipped between his lips. His name was whispered into his ear, causing him to buck his hips as a shiver of pleasure ran to his cock. Junho sucked on the finger that was in his mouth, trying to breath around as it felt around inside. His moan echoed in the small room, bouncing off the walls and back into his ears, “P-please,” Junho begged, “Please stop...”
He knew it was useless because who ever was straddling his hips was not able to stop, their grip tight on his cock. His hand followed the shadow's as he kept his fingers locked around their wrist. Junho's body writhed under the stranger until he thrust his hips off the bed and cum shot from his cock as it covered the shadow's hand. His body twitched as he came down him from orgasm. Junho's drained body felt even more numb now and he didn't even feel the shadow as it moved between his legs. He panted, trying to catch his breath before something pinched his inner thigh hard and he yelped. Junho saw his vision go hazy before he passed out.
“Junho, Junho wake up.”
The small boy groaned, reaching up to rub his eyes but fingers wrapped around his wrist. He opened his eyes, glaring at Chansung because the sun was too bright, “What is it?” he suddenly noticed the tall boy between his legs.
“Yesterday-”
“Yes, yesterday?” Junho's eyes widened as he remembered, he sat up on his elbows, looking at the tall boy, “Tell me.”
“Yah! Get up! We have to leave in half an hour,” Nichkhun said, standing in the doorway. “Yah... I didn't wake you up just so you could find another bed to crawl into. Get up!”
Junho's heart raced as he thought about what might happen to anyone who got close to him. Whatever the shadow was that night, it seemed to be closing in on him and claiming his body. He tensed, glancing over at Nichkhun who was talking to Chansung as they sat in the van. 'W-what if he's planning on hurting Chansung because of what he saw this morning? L-last night was...' Junho blushed, not able to remember the last time he had felt so good. He heard Taecyeon chuckle next to him, realizing that no one was talking to him, “What's so funny hyung?”
“Hm?” the tall boy raised a brow, “Oh nothing, just remembered something.”
“Junho!” Chansung hissed.
The small boy walked into the hallway, raising a brow at Chansung. The younger boy suddenly grabbed his face, pressing his palms tightly against his cheeks, “I don't know who it is now!”
“What?”
“I-I thought it was Taecyeon but... I felt so much pain today that I thought I was going to die!” Chansung whispered.
“Nichkhun hyung tried to stop Taecyeon hyung from taking me to the hospital... It must be him.”
They heard the older boy's door open and Chansung scrambled away. Junho rubbed his cheeks, wondering why the tall boy had even grabbed them. He back away slowly as Nichkhun came down the hallway and he was suddenly yanked into his room. He blinked into the darkness, his eyes not adjusting at all, “H-hello?”
“I don't like the way he looks at you,” A deep, angry voice said, “The way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way he touches you.” The male tightened his grip on Junho's collar, setting more fear into the small boy, “He touches you so casually like you two are fucking. I want to rip his head off.”
Junho's breath trembled and he squinted, trying to see who was in front of him. His eyes couldn't grow any wider as he stared at Taecyeon when the tall boy stepped into the moonlight. He had convinced himself that all this time, Nichkhun had been the culprit, “H-hyung...”
“I swear when he was talking to you that he wanted to taste your lips,” Taecyeon said, running his finger over the small boy's lips. Junho gasped as a sharp nail ran over his skin.
“Hyung, it's not like that... He... We-we aren't like that.”
“You aren't Junho... But he is. I can smell it... I know how he feels about you.”
Junho's brow furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean?”
“He wants you Junho but I won't let him... You're mine,” Junho yelped when the tall boy pushed him onto the bed. He felt his hands being pinned over his head, “I'll mark you if I have to. Anything to keep him away. I might even have to kill him.”
“No!” Junho gasped, “Please don't kill him... He's done nothing wrong...”
“He's driving me crazy!” Taecyeon hissed, “I don't want him near you. The next time he touches you-”
“Hyung,” Junho interrupted the older boy, “W-why are you here?” he asked, trying to change the subject. He squirmed, trying to get out of Taecyeon's grip.
“I can't take it anymore Junho. I need you now.”
The younger boy's brows furrowed, “Need me? Need me ho-” Junho gasped, arching his back off the bed, “Hyung!”
“If I had my ring...” Taecyeon muttered as he quickly stripped the small boy of his pants, “I'd be able to control myself.” He ripped Junho's pants off his feet, boxers included before wrapping his fingers tightly against the other boy's cock.
“Hyung! Hyung, what are you doing?! Stop!”
“Hush... I told you... I need you,” the tall boy pumped Junho's length quickly, feeling it grow hard in no time. Taecyeon played with his own belt before it finally opened and he pulled his pants off his hips.
Junho's eyes widened, “H-hyung, what are you-” He swallowed hard as his heart raced when Taecyeon freed his large, thick cock, “Hyung I don't know what you're thinking but... P-put that away.”
The tall boy smirked, giving himself a few strokes and closing his eyes as he moaned, “Junho.”
Junho shivered, fear setting in again as it came back. He tried to free his wrists but Taecyeon was much stronger than he was at the moment, easily pinning him with one hand. Junho yelped suddenly when something big nudged his entrance, “No! Stop! Don't do this!” he struggled even more when Taecyeon tried to push inside him, “Stop! Hyung please!”
“Shut up Junho, you'll attract attention,” Taecyeon shuddered as his cock slipped passed the small boy's hole.
“Please no,” Junho choked over his tears, “I don't want this...Taecyeon... Please!” the younger boy shouted, closing his eyes tight as Taecyeon pushed just the tip inside.
His name caught his attention as he stopped, feeling Junho's inner walls clamp down around his cock. Taecyeon saw the tears running down the small boy's cheeks as he kept his eyes closed, silently sobbing. “Junho,” the tall boy stroked Junho's cheek, causing the younger boy to flinch, “I don't want to hurt you... But I want you to know that you're mine.” He thought for a moment, feeling Junho tremble beneath him. Taecyeon looked between them, noticing that the younger boy's length was now soft and limp against his stomach. He saw another tear stream down Junho's cheek and he sighed. He licked his fingers before wrapping them around the small boy's length once more.
Junho shuddered, “Please hyung... I'm sorry, don't hurt me.”
“I'm not going to hurt you, just be calm,” the tall boy kissed Junho's forehead as he stroked him slowly. His cries soon stopped as he began to pant and his cock hardened.
Junho arched off the bed, throwing his head back against the pillow, “H-hyung...”
Taecyeon shivered, feeling his neglected cock twitch between his legs. He squeezed Junho's tip, watching as clear liquid bubbled from the hole before he smeared it. The small boy surprised him by moaning as he did it, “Sensitive here?” Taecyeon whispered in his ear, making Junho whimper. The younger boy's body jerked as he rubbed the slit with his thumb and he smirked. He felt Junho claw at his hand as he continued to pin down his wrists. The younger boy obviously wanted to be released but Taecyeon would have none of that.
Junho's breath caught in his throat and he opened his eyes out of fear when the tall boy shuffled, “Hyung,” he whined, seeing Taecyeon grip his own cock and bring it towards his body. He let out a sigh of relief when the older boy brought their lengths together and stroked them both. Junho moaned, feeling the tall boy's tip rub against his own. He tried to pull his hands down again as he felt heat pooling in his stomach, “Hyung... Hyung please...” he squirmed while rolling his hips.
“Are you going to cum Junho?”
“Yes hyung,” Junho panted, “Almost...”
“Say my name Junho and I'll let you cum.”
“T-Ta-” the small boy moaned.
“Say it.”
“Taecyeon,” Junho breathed out.
“Again.”
His lip quivered, “Taecyeon...Taecyeon...Ah, Taecyeon hyung!” Junho lifted his body off the bed, his cock erupting in the older boy's hand as he came.
Taecyeon winced as he felt the younger boy's length twitch against his own. He wanted to cum too but he was still far from finished. Seeing this as a moment of distraction, he flipped Junho over and raised his ass off the bed.
“H-hyung?” Junho panted. He gasped when Taecyeon rubbed his cock against his ass, “No!”
“Junho please... You have no idea how crazy you make me... I want to, I need to.”
“No! J-just... Don't!”
“Junho,” Taecyeon whispered in the small boy's ear, “I'm still hard.” He stroked Junho's stomach, smearing his cum all over his skin, “You're not going to leave me that way, are you?”
The younger boy held his breath, his body twitching from Taecyeon's gentle touch. He tensed when the tall boy pushed his length against his rear, “I can do something else!”
“Something else?” Taecyeon raised a brow, “Like what Junho? I'm not in the mood for games.”
“R-release me.”
The tall boy hesitated, glaring at Junho and giving him goosebumps. He slid his hand away from the younger boy's wrist and stood on his knees. Junho turned slowly, looking at the tall boy with fear in his eyes. He cleared his throat quietly before crawling towards Taecyeon. It was not something he was really wanting to do but he would sacrifice his mouth over his behind any day. Junho swallowed before lightly tugging the tall boy's cock to his mouth. He heard Taecyeon let out a satisfied chuckle before he slipped the tip passed his lips.
Junho cringed, trying not to gag at the bitter taste that entered his enter. He breathed calmly, pushing the cock into his mouth slowly. He choked at Taecyeon forced himself deep into his mouth, tickling the back of his throat, “Let's end this quickly Junho, I need release,” growled Taecyeon.
It was that moment that fear was pushed back into Junho as the tall boy took no mercy on him. His closed his eyes tight as Taecyeon began to thrust into his mouth, giving him no time to adjust. Junho choked over his tears as he tried hard not to throw up. The older boy's cock was too big to fit fully into his mouth but Taecyeon was forcing it in anyways. He had difficulty breathing through his nose as he cried. Junho dug his nails deep into the tall boy's leg as Taecyeon fucked his mouth. He tried to swallow, making the older boy moan and buck his hips. He tried to protest but it only made the cock in his mouth move faster.
“Ah Junho... Get ready.”
Junho opened his eyes wide, not wanting to end like this. He pulled his head back but Taecyeon held it firmly over his cock.
“Don't you dare think about using your teeth,” Taecyeon hissed just as the small boy thought it. He felt a rush of pleasure course through his veins before white ribbons shot from his cock.
The younger boy choked as hot cum filled his mouth, forcing it's way down his throat. Junho felt it burn from choking previously. His breath hitched as the thick seed continued to leak into his mouth before his head was pulled away. He was about to spit it out when Taecyeon slapped a hand over his lips.
“Swallow it.”
Junho looked at the tall boy, begging with his eyes but it did him no good. He felt Taecyeon's hand burning against his lips and he closed his eyes as he let the bitter cum ooze down his throat. He panted hard as the older boy released his mouth.
“This was a good idea... But don't expect to get away with it all the time. Your body will be mine at some point and I mean all of it,” Taecyeon pushed the small boy over on the bed and left the room.
Junho curled up, pulling the blanket over his head. He gripped the stuffed animal Chansung had given him, letting tears fall from his eyes as he shook with fear. He didn't care for the drying cum on his stomach or the bile taste in his throat.
“Junho, you have to get up,” Nichkhun said, standing in the doorway. He cocked a brow at the small boy who was buried under the blanket. He hadn't seen Junho move since he opened the door, “Junho?” Nichkhun walked into the room, pulling the blanket from the younger boy's face. “Whoa, your eyes look horrible. Have you been crying?”
“Up and at 'em Junho, you don't have time to sleep anymore,” Taecyeon said as he passed the room.
Junho jumped and bolted out of the bed, leaving Nichkhun feeling confused, “Is he going to be okay?”
“I guess so.”
Knowing that Nichkhun wasn't the culprit and that he seemed to be invincible, Junho stayed close to the older boy. He grabbed Nichkhun's sleeve, holding on to it whenever they walked. The tall boy raised a brow but shrugged and allowed Junho to do whatever he wanted to. The moments when Taecyeon would come close, the small boy would hide behind Nichkhun, making him wonder even more, “Junho, are you afraid of Taecyeon?”
Junho swallowed, finding the question to be too forward, “W-why would you say that?”
“Lots of reason, just answer my question.”
“N-no.”
“No you won't answer or no you're not afraid?”
Junho gasped when the tall boy came closer, pinning him against the wall, “H-hyung.”
“Well? Which is it?”
“I-I-” the younger boy's lip quivered. He tensed when Nichkhun stroked his cheek, “Hyung please stop.” Junho wiggled he way out of the tall boy's arms and he walked away as quickly as he could. If Taecyeon had seen-
“What was that?”
Junho's heart stopped. He saw Taecyeon step out of the shadows and come towards him. He wanted to run but his feet were glued to the floor. He wanted to scream but he lost his voice.
“Did I tell you that you were mine? That I didn't want anyone near you or touching you?”
'Hyung, you can't say that... We all live together... We're a family.'
“I can say that,” Junho panicked, “Junho, do I have to teach you?”
The small boy didn't have time to protect himself before he was on the floor, blood pouring his mouth. It took him a moment to register what was going on before pain shot through his lip. Junho was suddenly dragged to the bathroom, the bright light blinding him. He gasped for air when Taecyeon closed his hand around his neck to keep him still as he dabbed his lip with a wet tissue.
“They're going to notice anyways... Tell them that your lips are dry and that they cracked. You tell them otherwise and someone will end up dead, do you understand me?” Junho choked, trying to speak but the hand on his neck prevented him from responding, “Do you understand me?!”
He nodded the best that he could before Taecyeon let go. Junho cough, spitting out the remainder of blood that still pooled in his mouth. He swallowed, holding his throat lightly.
“Get up.”
He quickly scrambled to his feet, leaning against the wall for support. Taecyeon grabbed his shoulder roughly before pushing him towards the door.
“You leave first.”
( Part 2 )
Genre: Angst
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Junho/Taecyeon
Summary: Taecyeon becomes obsessed with Junho. Junho finds out a scary secret about the older boy.
Note: Somewhat fantasy fic to try to make it interesting. LONG FIC! 13207 words.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM.
Junho smiled, laughing with Chansung as the tall boy told a joke. His eyes disappeared into tiny slits as he giggled next to the maknae. He didn't notice the sharp gaze on him, the brown eyes that flickered into blood red. Junho shivered and the tall boy laughed, doing the same, “Must be cold in here,” Junho said, rubbing away the goosebumps.
“Yeah,” Chansung smiled, feeling that it wasn't the climate.
He groaned in his sleep, tossing and turning on the floor in his blankets. Chansung suddenly became uncomfortable as felt as if someone was watching him. Stings of pain danced around under his skin, making his body twitch until they got to his heart. He suddenly bolted upright, gripping his chest and panting. Chansung looked around the room, his eyes focusing in the dark, “What was that?” He rubbed his chest, still feeling a bit of pain in his heart.
“Hey Junho!” Chansung smiled, slapping the smaller boy on the back. His chest suddenly felt constricted and it became difficult to breathe. It was then that Chansung noticed Taecyeon's eyes narrowed at him. His eyes widened as he noticed the dark red in the older boy's irises even from his distance. Chansung swallowed, pulling his hand back and hugging his chest. The pain seemed to lessen and air filled his lungs again.
“You alright?” Junho asked, raising a worried brow at the tall boy.
“Fine,” Chansung wheezed, back away from the other boy. At first, he thought something might have been wrong with him. His sudden chest pains and heart aches were just coming from their crazy routine but that was something he should've been used to by now. It wasn't until he caught Taecyeon's gaze that he realized that there was nothing rational about this. The older boy seethed with envy but Chansung was positive there was nothing in this world that could make him actually feel it. He wondered why Taecyeon would even act this way. What would make the older boy feel jealous, surely not Junho. Had they not been all together since the beginning of their debut? Had they not all shared feelings like a bunch of college girls in a sorority? Why was it now that Taecyeon was feeling attached to one of them and why Junho?
“You in pain or something?” Wooyoung asked, breaking Chansung out of his thoughts.
“Huh?”
“Your face, it's twisting up like you're constipated or something.”
“I'm thinking.”
“Looks painful.”
Chansung sighed, rubbing his temples. It was painful, but not in his head. He decided to make mental notes on the occurrences, seeing how close he could get to Junho before the pain gripped at his heart. To his surprise, it never came back and Taecyeon was as normal as ever. “So weird...”
“What's weird?” Taecyeon asked.
“Oh, nothing,” the younger boy smiled.
Junho sighed, flopping over and resting his head in Junsu's lap. The older boy stroked his head, running his fingers through his hair and making him sleepy. He nudged Junsu's lap and the older boy chuckled, “You're such a baby.”
“Only because you treat me like one,” Junho smiled, poking the taller boy's thigh. “I'm sleepy hyung.”
“Then go to sleep. I won't be moving for a while.”
Junho got more comfortable before falling asleep. He felt like he was in a dream, which was should've been going on because he was asleep, but everything seemed so vivid. He slowly sat up, seeing Junsu fast asleep. Junho smiled, “I guess hyung was sleepy too.”
He was about to get up when he felt something wet against his hand. Junho looked down, gasping at the red that covered Junsu's thigh. He raised his hand, realizing that blood was all over his fingers. He followed up the trail to see it disappear under Junsu's shirt. Slowly, with a trembling hand, Junho lifted the older boy's shirt, dropping it immediately and falling off the couch. His breath caught in his throat as he choked, looking at the now dead Junsu with his heart missing. “H-hyung?” Junho climbed over to the couch, shaking the older boy in disbelief, “H-hyung wake up.” He screamed when Junsu fell on top of him and he was shook violently.
“Yah Junho wake up!”
Junho blinked, opening his terrified eyes to look at Junsu. He stared at the older boy before tears ran down his cheeks, “Hyung!” he shouted, wrapping his arms around Junsu's neck and crawling into his lap.
“What's the matter?” Junsu asked, patting the small boy's back.
“What's going on?” Nichkhun asked, coming out of his room.
“I don't know... Junho was screaming in his sleep.”
Junho sniffled, burying his nose in the older boy's shirt. He squeezed Junsu tight, not believing that the this was reality anymore, “Hyung, this isn't a dream right? You're actually here, right?”
“What are you talking about, of course I'm here,” the older boy raised a brow, “Did you have nightmare?”
The small boy nodded, “I t-think so... But it felt so real...” Junho looked at his hand, seeing no trace of blood.
“It wasn't real Junho,” Junsu said, making the small boy look up, “I'm here and alive. Now go change, you're all sweaty.”
Instead of just changing his clothes, Junho decided to shower. He let the hot water pour of his tired body, working the knots out of his strained muscles. His dream had made him feel sick to his stomach so he tried to let the water stream the thoughts out of his head. Junho jolted suddenly when a cool breeze tickled his wet skin. He opened his eyes, staring at the curtain and waiting. The only reason for there to be a chill was if the door had been opened. Junho has clearly stated that he was going to shower so everyone in the dorm knew that. He tensed, thinking of ridiculous and impossible situations, 'What if someone broke in? What if it's a killer and everyone outside is dead?' Junho thought, his nightmare haunting his memory. He looked around at his choice of weapons, whimpering at the shampoo bottles, sponges and a plug. He heard something behind the curtain shuffle and he pinned himself against the wall. His breathing quickened as he stood behind the spray of the shower, watching the curtain. A cool breeze whirled around him, making him shiver uncontrollably. Junho saw a shadow, seeing a hand come towards the shower curtain and he tensed. His heart raced as he clawed at the shower tiles.
“Yah Junho, have you seen my- what are you doing?” Taecyeon asked, raising a brow as he pulled the shower curtain away.
Junho let out a heavy sigh as he pulled himself away from the wall, “What do you want hyung?”
“My ring, have you seen it? I think I remember taking it off before I showered but I can't remember where I left it.”
The small boy looked around the shower, “It's not here hyung.”
Taecyeon frowned, looking miserable, “Okay, thanks.”
Junho's heart calmed once the tall boy left the room, hearing the click as confirmation. He raised a brow, wondering when he had ever seen Taecyeon wear a ring, at least one that was important enough to have all the time. Sure they had accessories for photoshoots but Taecyeon wasn't the type for casual jewelry, so Junho thought.
“I thought you drown in there,” Junsu said as the small boy came out of the shower.
“My body needed that,” Junho replied, rolling his arm to work out the last bit of knots.
“Need a massage?” Nichkhun smirked.
“Really?” the small boy smiled.
Nichkhun nodded, “How about after we eat?”
Junho was glad that the older boy had picked before to eat because as soon as Nichkhun put his hands on him, Junho felt too relaxed to move. He felt like the taller boy lifted away all the bad from his body as he slowly worked out the knots. Nichkhun got to a particularly tight spot, making the small boy tense, “Relax Junho, I'll work it out.”
“I know hyung,” Junho gripped his pant leg, “It just hurts.” He closed his eyes tight until the pain was eased out of him. His shoulders slumped and he leaned back into Nichkhun.
“Had enough?” the tall boy whispered into his ear.
“Mm,” Junho closed his eyes, “It feels really good hyung, just a bit more.”
Nichkhun chuckled, “Okay, try not to fall asleep.”
The younger boy's lip twitched, knowing that it wouldn't be possible. He was already starting to doze off before Nichkhun started up again.
“Take him to bed,” Junsu said.
“I don't want to wake him up,” Taecyeon frowned.
“At least he'll be in bed where he can fall asleep again. Just take him.”
The tall boy sighed, looking at Junho as he slept sitting up on the floor. He didn't want the small boy to sleep like that all night but he feared that the poor boy would wake up if he moved him.
“Don't be stupid,” Junsu interrupted his thoughts, “Take him to bed.”
Just then, Junho's breath hitched and he blinked slowly before rubbing his eyes. He looked up to see his two hyung staring down at him. “What's going on?” he asked sleepily.
“Nothing,” Taecyeon smiled, “Come on, let's go to bed.”
The older boy pulled Junho to his feet and he crashed into Taecyeon's chest. Junho closed his eyes, nuzzling against the tall boy, feeling warmth emitting from his body. Taecyeon smiled, wrapping his arms around the younger boy and taking him to bed.
“Yah! Noona said that was my outfit!” Wooyoung yelled at Junho, bonking the younger boy in the head.
“Ow, I wondered why it was smaller.”
“Take it off,” the older boy growled.
“We don't have time,” a stylist said, “Come out, outside now.”
Wooyoung sent glares at the smaller boy as they both felt uncomfortable in their outfits. His clothing suddenly felt tight against his body, pinching off his air, 'Stupid Junho, if he had just put on the righ-' Wooyoung gasped, trying to breathe. He gripped Nichkhun's shoulder, who was standing in front of him.
“Yah, are you okay?” the older boy whispered.
“F-fine, the outfit is too small.”
“Shouldn't you take it off then?”
“Don't have time.”
Nichkhun looked at the smaller boy with concern as Wooyoung panted. He ignored the flash of the camera as the younger boy gripped his chest, “Wooyoung?” The small boy fell to his knees, panting harshly before passing out, “Yah!”
Wooyoung watched a noona getting scolded for mixing up the outfits. “I-I'm sorry hyung.” He looked up, seeing Junho look extremely guilty with tears in his eyes, “I didn't know that it was that small or else I would hav-”
“It's okay Junho, I'm okay now,” Wooyoung said, patting the smaller boy's arm. He felt a sting in his chest and he pulled his hand away.
Little by little, the members of 2PM started to keep their distance away from Junho, whether it was from simple gestures or hugs. When Junho would get close, they'd smile awkwardly, like they were in pain. It wasn't just that for Junho, he would suddenly feel tense, like someone was closing their arms around him tightly. The feeling bothered him when he joined other groups, “Can you feel that?” Minho asked, rubbing the goosebumps off his arm, “It's like the air is suffocating me.”
“I've been feeling it for weeks.”
Minho looked at the older boy, “Hyung, maybe someone has a grudge on you... Or is being really overprotective with voodoo or something.”
Junho raised a brow but he could sense that the other boy was being serious in a way. It all seemed to fit but it wasn't possible. Things got worse as time went on as Junho shivered almost every hour from a sense of being watched. It didn't matter where he went, who he was with or what he was doing, Junho always felt a pair of eyes on him. He was used to cameras spying on his every move but this was different. It was a bone-chilling glare that made even his goosebumps get goosebumps. He glanced around, feeling stupid for looking around the bathroom when he knew he was alone but how was it possible to feel this way when he was alone in the dorm?
He stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. Something suddenly knocked him against the wall and he hit his head. Junho fell onto the floor, feeling something snake up his leg and under the towel. He gasped as it teased his length before tickling his thigh. He quickly scrambled off the floor and into his room, slamming the door behind him. He hid under the blankets, shaking in fear.
Hours passed before his door opened, “Junho, are you alright?” Chansung asked, seeing the smaller boy sitting in the dark. The younger boy turned on the light before walking towards the bed, “Junho?” He reached out, gripping Junho's shoulder and making the small boy jump, “Are you okay?”
Junho suddenly came back to this world as he threw the blanket off his body, “Fine,” he lied. Chansung eyed the small boy as he climbed off the bed, still in his towel.
“Were you... About to shower?” the tall boy asked, seeing Junho's dry hair.
“No, I already had one.”
“New drying method..?”
“I said I'm fine!”
Chansung blinked before walking up to the older boy, “That's not what I asked,” he said, flipping Junho around to face him. “What's going on with you? You're always tense...”
“I don't know okay? Just leave me alone,” Junho grabbed his clothes and left the room.
'Maybe I have a ghost haunting me,' Junho thought. From the members avoiding him, to the tenseness in his body, the awkward feeling of being watched and now this new feeling of his body aching and losing energy.
He fell onto his bed, feeling completely drained. His body hurt all over but his thighs seemed to hurt the most, as if he had been pinched really hard. Junho had checked for signs of bruising or marks but his thighs were clean. “I can't even move anymore,” he sighed. His stomach growled at him and he whined, knowing that he wouldn't have the strength to get up. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Can you bring me food? I can't move.
What do you want?
Noodles please.
Ten minutes later, Taecyeon arrived with a bowl of hot soup in his hand, “Are you okay?”
“Mm, I just feel so tired,” Junho sat up slowly, his eyes barely staying open. He placed the soup in his lap, watching the steam rather than eating it.
Taecyeon raised a brow before grabbing the spoon and bringing it up to the smaller boy's lips. Junho opened his mouth as the older boy started to feed him. To Taecyeon's surprise, the younger boy was asleep before he was even able to take the bowl from his lap. He gently pushed Junho over before pulling the blankets over him, “Goodnight Junho,” Taecyeon said before kissing the small boy's forehead.
Wooyoung yelped when he saw Junho’s face the next morning, “Jesus! Did you not sleep or something?”
Junho raised a brow as he stopped dragging his feet. He felt like he had slept but his body still felt drained. He barely had enough strength to stand as Taecyeon came up behind him. Junho felt his legs give out and the tall boy caught him, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fucking fine!” Junho glared, pushing away from the tall boy. He felt something nag at his heart but he ignored it as he made his way into the bathroom. Junho looked at himself in the mirror and he gasped, falling back against the wall. He gently touched his face, not believing his reflection. Dark rings surrounded his eyes and skin was paler than a ghost. He wasn’t surprised that Wooyoung had been shocked.
“It’s a good thing we have today off. I doubt makeup could cover that,” Junho could hear Wooyoung say behind the door.
“Junho needs his rest,” Taecyeon said.
Junho spent most of the day in his room, falling in and out of sleep. He was plagued with nightmares, causing him to wake up more often than he would have liked to. Finally, after the fifth time, he gave up and got out of bed. Junho reached for a new shirt, his previous one soaked with sweat, when Chansung came into his room, “Yah Junho, we need to talk.”
The small boy sighed, griping the edge of the drawer. Chansung walked up behind him before wrapping his arms tightly around his chest. Junho blinked, feeling the younger boy's arms against his naked skin.
“What's the matter with you?” Chansung whispered, “Don't tell me nothing. Your mood is horrible... The air is tense... And you look deathly sick.”
Junho breathed out, touching the tall boy's arm, “I don't know what's wrong with me,” he felt Chansung's arms tighten, “Honestly. I feel so drained... I feel like I'm always being watched... You guys have been avoiding me because... Because you guys feel it too.”
“I think I might know who it is that's doing this...”
The small boy's eyes widened as he turned in Chansung's arms, “Who? Tell me.”
Chansung shook his head, “I... I'm not positive yet and I don't want to say anything if I'm not sure.”
“Chansung, whoever it is that's causing this needs to know that it isn't healthy. We have to get them to stop. This... This problem isn't even realistic... It's like something from a book. I want to know what it is and who is causing it.”
The younger boy stared into Junho's eyes as he looked up at him. He could feel the other boy begging and he knew the strain that it was putting on Junho, “I-it's-” Chansung closed his eyes tight.
“What's the matter?”
“My head... It's suddenly pounding.”
Junho pulled the tall boy closer, wrapping his arms around his neck, “That person is watching then... Whoever it is... They don't want anyone near me.”
“Junho please, let me go... I need to leave.”
The small boy frowned before pulling away. He watched as Chansung quickly left the room and almost bumped into Nichkhun. The older boy blinked, “Everything okay?”
“Fine as always.”
Junho sighed, pulling a shirt out of his dresser and slipping it over his head. He started to make a mental list of suspects, crossing off every name except for the members of 2PM. He started to think more clearly, finding the clues to be a little more obvious when it came to the group. Who had the symptoms? Junho was sure that the first was Chansung. The tall boy had gripped his chest, looking like he had trouble breathing. It was the same case for Wooyoung too, though that could've easily been mistaken for his wrong outfit. Third was Junsu. If Junsu was the culprit, he would've have had a dream about him with his heart ripped out. Junho shuddered, trying not to let the nightmare drift back into his mind. There were only two people left who didn't seem to show a single symptom. 'Nichkhun hyung still touches me... and still talks me and nothing has happened to him. Taecyeon hyung seems to be fine too... Though...' Junho thought back to the time that he was in the shower and the chilled air tickled his skin. He remembered feeling it once when he was alone too.
“Boo.”
Junho screamed, whirling around and punching Taecyeon in the stomach. The tall boy stepped back, holding his gut and Junho held his breath, seeing red flash in the other boy's eyes before he blinked and the bronze was back, “J-Junho, what the hell?”
“Sorry hyung,” he swallowed, “Y-you startled me.”
“What's got you so scared? You don't normally act this way unless we watch a scary movie.”
“I just... I'm not feeling right,” Junho stepped back as the tall boy stepped forward. He gasped as Taecyeon moved so fast that his eyed couldn't follow. He found himself in the older boy's arms.
“You don't have a fever... But you are really pale. Have you eaten yet today?” Junho shook his head, “I'll make you something or are you even hungry.”
The small boy suddenly felt dizzy and he fell against Taecyeon's chest, “I-I...”
“I think we should take you to the hospital. Hyung would have a fit if he saw you like this.”
“N-no...”
“No? Junho, something is obviously wrong,” he pulled Junho's chin up to look into his eyes, “Have you seen yourself? Hell, I'm sure you feel like shit.” Taecyeon's brow twitch and his face was full of concern, “W-what if you have some disease that's killing you? I mean, you definitely have the signs!”
“I'm not dying.”
“How do you know?! I'm taking you,” the older boy said, throwing Junho over his shoulder.
“No!” Junho kicked, “Put me down!”
“I'm not allowing you to die Junho, don't be so stubborn,” Taecyeon got to the door just as Nichkhun stepped in his way, “What are you doing?”
“What are you doing?”
“Taking Junho to the hospital, he's obviously sick.”
“I don't think so.”
Junho stiffened, feeling the tense air thicken. Taecyeon couldn't have been the culprit if he was going to take him to the hospital. He felt the tall boy chuckle, “You're just going to let Junho die then?”
“He's not dying.”
“Then what? What's your reason for him being like this?!”
“Taecyeon hyung, put me down.”
“What? Why? I told you that I'm taking you to the hospital.”
“I don't need to go, I know what's wrong with me.”
Taecyeon slowly lowered the small boy onto his feet, “What? If you know then... Tell me.”
“I can't.”
“But Junho! If you're dying then-”
“I'm not dying.”
“I told you,” Nichkhun said.
“Is this a secret between you two or something? Tell me what the hell is going on!”
Junho looked down at the floor. If Nichkhun was the culprit, keeping him out of the hospital seemed like the right thing to do in his case but if he wasn't, why was he protecting Junho? “H-hyung, can you go make me some soup?”
Taecyeon glared, sighing angrily, “Fine.”
The small boy face Nichkhun, “Stop this right now. No good with come from it.” Junho missed the look of confusion of the older boy's face when he walked away.
Junho thanked the stars that the group wasn't full of nighthawks. They all went to bed early which meant that they had stopped bugging Junho and allowed him to sleep. The bed suddenly dipped slowly as he kept his body still, not fully conscious. He felt hands roaming around his body, making it numb. A gasp escaped his lips as cold fingers slid under his shirt. Junho slowly opened his eyes, feeling a large shadow over him. His eyes widened and he was about to scream when a hand was firm over his mouth, “Shh,” the shadow whispered. Junho wrapped his fingers around the shadow's wrist, trying to pull it away from his mouth but it wouldn't budge. He grunted, feeling something jerk against his hips. A hand slithered it's way into his pants before grabbing his awakening arousal. Junho had no idea how he had gotten hard but the shadow gave him no time to breathe as the hand moved quickly. His hand darted out, grabbing the shadow's and trying to pull it out of his pants. He panted against the fingers over his mouth before one of them slipped between his lips. His name was whispered into his ear, causing him to buck his hips as a shiver of pleasure ran to his cock. Junho sucked on the finger that was in his mouth, trying to breath around as it felt around inside. His moan echoed in the small room, bouncing off the walls and back into his ears, “P-please,” Junho begged, “Please stop...”
He knew it was useless because who ever was straddling his hips was not able to stop, their grip tight on his cock. His hand followed the shadow's as he kept his fingers locked around their wrist. Junho's body writhed under the stranger until he thrust his hips off the bed and cum shot from his cock as it covered the shadow's hand. His body twitched as he came down him from orgasm. Junho's drained body felt even more numb now and he didn't even feel the shadow as it moved between his legs. He panted, trying to catch his breath before something pinched his inner thigh hard and he yelped. Junho saw his vision go hazy before he passed out.
“Junho, Junho wake up.”
The small boy groaned, reaching up to rub his eyes but fingers wrapped around his wrist. He opened his eyes, glaring at Chansung because the sun was too bright, “What is it?” he suddenly noticed the tall boy between his legs.
“Yesterday-”
“Yes, yesterday?” Junho's eyes widened as he remembered, he sat up on his elbows, looking at the tall boy, “Tell me.”
“Yah! Get up! We have to leave in half an hour,” Nichkhun said, standing in the doorway. “Yah... I didn't wake you up just so you could find another bed to crawl into. Get up!”
Junho's heart raced as he thought about what might happen to anyone who got close to him. Whatever the shadow was that night, it seemed to be closing in on him and claiming his body. He tensed, glancing over at Nichkhun who was talking to Chansung as they sat in the van. 'W-what if he's planning on hurting Chansung because of what he saw this morning? L-last night was...' Junho blushed, not able to remember the last time he had felt so good. He heard Taecyeon chuckle next to him, realizing that no one was talking to him, “What's so funny hyung?”
“Hm?” the tall boy raised a brow, “Oh nothing, just remembered something.”
“Junho!” Chansung hissed.
The small boy walked into the hallway, raising a brow at Chansung. The younger boy suddenly grabbed his face, pressing his palms tightly against his cheeks, “I don't know who it is now!”
“What?”
“I-I thought it was Taecyeon but... I felt so much pain today that I thought I was going to die!” Chansung whispered.
“Nichkhun hyung tried to stop Taecyeon hyung from taking me to the hospital... It must be him.”
They heard the older boy's door open and Chansung scrambled away. Junho rubbed his cheeks, wondering why the tall boy had even grabbed them. He back away slowly as Nichkhun came down the hallway and he was suddenly yanked into his room. He blinked into the darkness, his eyes not adjusting at all, “H-hello?”
“I don't like the way he looks at you,” A deep, angry voice said, “The way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way he touches you.” The male tightened his grip on Junho's collar, setting more fear into the small boy, “He touches you so casually like you two are fucking. I want to rip his head off.”
Junho's breath trembled and he squinted, trying to see who was in front of him. His eyes couldn't grow any wider as he stared at Taecyeon when the tall boy stepped into the moonlight. He had convinced himself that all this time, Nichkhun had been the culprit, “H-hyung...”
“I swear when he was talking to you that he wanted to taste your lips,” Taecyeon said, running his finger over the small boy's lips. Junho gasped as a sharp nail ran over his skin.
“Hyung, it's not like that... He... We-we aren't like that.”
“You aren't Junho... But he is. I can smell it... I know how he feels about you.”
Junho's brow furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean?”
“He wants you Junho but I won't let him... You're mine,” Junho yelped when the tall boy pushed him onto the bed. He felt his hands being pinned over his head, “I'll mark you if I have to. Anything to keep him away. I might even have to kill him.”
“No!” Junho gasped, “Please don't kill him... He's done nothing wrong...”
“He's driving me crazy!” Taecyeon hissed, “I don't want him near you. The next time he touches you-”
“Hyung,” Junho interrupted the older boy, “W-why are you here?” he asked, trying to change the subject. He squirmed, trying to get out of Taecyeon's grip.
“I can't take it anymore Junho. I need you now.”
The younger boy's brows furrowed, “Need me? Need me ho-” Junho gasped, arching his back off the bed, “Hyung!”
“If I had my ring...” Taecyeon muttered as he quickly stripped the small boy of his pants, “I'd be able to control myself.” He ripped Junho's pants off his feet, boxers included before wrapping his fingers tightly against the other boy's cock.
“Hyung! Hyung, what are you doing?! Stop!”
“Hush... I told you... I need you,” the tall boy pumped Junho's length quickly, feeling it grow hard in no time. Taecyeon played with his own belt before it finally opened and he pulled his pants off his hips.
Junho's eyes widened, “H-hyung, what are you-” He swallowed hard as his heart raced when Taecyeon freed his large, thick cock, “Hyung I don't know what you're thinking but... P-put that away.”
The tall boy smirked, giving himself a few strokes and closing his eyes as he moaned, “Junho.”
Junho shivered, fear setting in again as it came back. He tried to free his wrists but Taecyeon was much stronger than he was at the moment, easily pinning him with one hand. Junho yelped suddenly when something big nudged his entrance, “No! Stop! Don't do this!” he struggled even more when Taecyeon tried to push inside him, “Stop! Hyung please!”
“Shut up Junho, you'll attract attention,” Taecyeon shuddered as his cock slipped passed the small boy's hole.
“Please no,” Junho choked over his tears, “I don't want this...Taecyeon... Please!” the younger boy shouted, closing his eyes tight as Taecyeon pushed just the tip inside.
His name caught his attention as he stopped, feeling Junho's inner walls clamp down around his cock. Taecyeon saw the tears running down the small boy's cheeks as he kept his eyes closed, silently sobbing. “Junho,” the tall boy stroked Junho's cheek, causing the younger boy to flinch, “I don't want to hurt you... But I want you to know that you're mine.” He thought for a moment, feeling Junho tremble beneath him. Taecyeon looked between them, noticing that the younger boy's length was now soft and limp against his stomach. He saw another tear stream down Junho's cheek and he sighed. He licked his fingers before wrapping them around the small boy's length once more.
Junho shuddered, “Please hyung... I'm sorry, don't hurt me.”
“I'm not going to hurt you, just be calm,” the tall boy kissed Junho's forehead as he stroked him slowly. His cries soon stopped as he began to pant and his cock hardened.
Junho arched off the bed, throwing his head back against the pillow, “H-hyung...”
Taecyeon shivered, feeling his neglected cock twitch between his legs. He squeezed Junho's tip, watching as clear liquid bubbled from the hole before he smeared it. The small boy surprised him by moaning as he did it, “Sensitive here?” Taecyeon whispered in his ear, making Junho whimper. The younger boy's body jerked as he rubbed the slit with his thumb and he smirked. He felt Junho claw at his hand as he continued to pin down his wrists. The younger boy obviously wanted to be released but Taecyeon would have none of that.
Junho's breath caught in his throat and he opened his eyes out of fear when the tall boy shuffled, “Hyung,” he whined, seeing Taecyeon grip his own cock and bring it towards his body. He let out a sigh of relief when the older boy brought their lengths together and stroked them both. Junho moaned, feeling the tall boy's tip rub against his own. He tried to pull his hands down again as he felt heat pooling in his stomach, “Hyung... Hyung please...” he squirmed while rolling his hips.
“Are you going to cum Junho?”
“Yes hyung,” Junho panted, “Almost...”
“Say my name Junho and I'll let you cum.”
“T-Ta-” the small boy moaned.
“Say it.”
“Taecyeon,” Junho breathed out.
“Again.”
His lip quivered, “Taecyeon...Taecyeon...Ah, Taecyeon hyung!” Junho lifted his body off the bed, his cock erupting in the older boy's hand as he came.
Taecyeon winced as he felt the younger boy's length twitch against his own. He wanted to cum too but he was still far from finished. Seeing this as a moment of distraction, he flipped Junho over and raised his ass off the bed.
“H-hyung?” Junho panted. He gasped when Taecyeon rubbed his cock against his ass, “No!”
“Junho please... You have no idea how crazy you make me... I want to, I need to.”
“No! J-just... Don't!”
“Junho,” Taecyeon whispered in the small boy's ear, “I'm still hard.” He stroked Junho's stomach, smearing his cum all over his skin, “You're not going to leave me that way, are you?”
The younger boy held his breath, his body twitching from Taecyeon's gentle touch. He tensed when the tall boy pushed his length against his rear, “I can do something else!”
“Something else?” Taecyeon raised a brow, “Like what Junho? I'm not in the mood for games.”
“R-release me.”
The tall boy hesitated, glaring at Junho and giving him goosebumps. He slid his hand away from the younger boy's wrist and stood on his knees. Junho turned slowly, looking at the tall boy with fear in his eyes. He cleared his throat quietly before crawling towards Taecyeon. It was not something he was really wanting to do but he would sacrifice his mouth over his behind any day. Junho swallowed before lightly tugging the tall boy's cock to his mouth. He heard Taecyeon let out a satisfied chuckle before he slipped the tip passed his lips.
Junho cringed, trying not to gag at the bitter taste that entered his enter. He breathed calmly, pushing the cock into his mouth slowly. He choked at Taecyeon forced himself deep into his mouth, tickling the back of his throat, “Let's end this quickly Junho, I need release,” growled Taecyeon.
It was that moment that fear was pushed back into Junho as the tall boy took no mercy on him. His closed his eyes tight as Taecyeon began to thrust into his mouth, giving him no time to adjust. Junho choked over his tears as he tried hard not to throw up. The older boy's cock was too big to fit fully into his mouth but Taecyeon was forcing it in anyways. He had difficulty breathing through his nose as he cried. Junho dug his nails deep into the tall boy's leg as Taecyeon fucked his mouth. He tried to swallow, making the older boy moan and buck his hips. He tried to protest but it only made the cock in his mouth move faster.
“Ah Junho... Get ready.”
Junho opened his eyes wide, not wanting to end like this. He pulled his head back but Taecyeon held it firmly over his cock.
“Don't you dare think about using your teeth,” Taecyeon hissed just as the small boy thought it. He felt a rush of pleasure course through his veins before white ribbons shot from his cock.
The younger boy choked as hot cum filled his mouth, forcing it's way down his throat. Junho felt it burn from choking previously. His breath hitched as the thick seed continued to leak into his mouth before his head was pulled away. He was about to spit it out when Taecyeon slapped a hand over his lips.
“Swallow it.”
Junho looked at the tall boy, begging with his eyes but it did him no good. He felt Taecyeon's hand burning against his lips and he closed his eyes as he let the bitter cum ooze down his throat. He panted hard as the older boy released his mouth.
“This was a good idea... But don't expect to get away with it all the time. Your body will be mine at some point and I mean all of it,” Taecyeon pushed the small boy over on the bed and left the room.
Junho curled up, pulling the blanket over his head. He gripped the stuffed animal Chansung had given him, letting tears fall from his eyes as he shook with fear. He didn't care for the drying cum on his stomach or the bile taste in his throat.
“Junho, you have to get up,” Nichkhun said, standing in the doorway. He cocked a brow at the small boy who was buried under the blanket. He hadn't seen Junho move since he opened the door, “Junho?” Nichkhun walked into the room, pulling the blanket from the younger boy's face. “Whoa, your eyes look horrible. Have you been crying?”
“Up and at 'em Junho, you don't have time to sleep anymore,” Taecyeon said as he passed the room.
Junho jumped and bolted out of the bed, leaving Nichkhun feeling confused, “Is he going to be okay?”
“I guess so.”
Knowing that Nichkhun wasn't the culprit and that he seemed to be invincible, Junho stayed close to the older boy. He grabbed Nichkhun's sleeve, holding on to it whenever they walked. The tall boy raised a brow but shrugged and allowed Junho to do whatever he wanted to. The moments when Taecyeon would come close, the small boy would hide behind Nichkhun, making him wonder even more, “Junho, are you afraid of Taecyeon?”
Junho swallowed, finding the question to be too forward, “W-why would you say that?”
“Lots of reason, just answer my question.”
“N-no.”
“No you won't answer or no you're not afraid?”
Junho gasped when the tall boy came closer, pinning him against the wall, “H-hyung.”
“Well? Which is it?”
“I-I-” the younger boy's lip quivered. He tensed when Nichkhun stroked his cheek, “Hyung please stop.” Junho wiggled he way out of the tall boy's arms and he walked away as quickly as he could. If Taecyeon had seen-
“What was that?”
Junho's heart stopped. He saw Taecyeon step out of the shadows and come towards him. He wanted to run but his feet were glued to the floor. He wanted to scream but he lost his voice.
“Did I tell you that you were mine? That I didn't want anyone near you or touching you?”
'Hyung, you can't say that... We all live together... We're a family.'
“I can say that,” Junho panicked, “Junho, do I have to teach you?”
The small boy didn't have time to protect himself before he was on the floor, blood pouring his mouth. It took him a moment to register what was going on before pain shot through his lip. Junho was suddenly dragged to the bathroom, the bright light blinding him. He gasped for air when Taecyeon closed his hand around his neck to keep him still as he dabbed his lip with a wet tissue.
“They're going to notice anyways... Tell them that your lips are dry and that they cracked. You tell them otherwise and someone will end up dead, do you understand me?” Junho choked, trying to speak but the hand on his neck prevented him from responding, “Do you understand me?!”
He nodded the best that he could before Taecyeon let go. Junho cough, spitting out the remainder of blood that still pooled in his mouth. He swallowed, holding his throat lightly.
“Get up.”
He quickly scrambled to his feet, leaning against the wall for support. Taecyeon grabbed his shoulder roughly before pushing him towards the door.
“You leave first.”
( Part 2 )