Sleepless ; Junsu/Changmin
I know it's been a very long time since I last wrote anything, so I'm really rusty. Just a warning.
Title: Sleepless
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Pairing(s): Junsu/Changmin, Yoochun/Junsu
Word count: 1360
Disclaimer: The boys do not belong to me. This is also nothing but pure fiction.
Sleepless
Junsu is asleep, curled up under the blanket, his face turned away from the light streaming in from outside the room.
Changmin stands by the bed, wide awake, sleepless and filled to the brim with a desire he has never known until now -
(until Junsu).
Changmin pushes the door open, Junsu's name falling carelessly from his lips. He pauses with his hand still on the doorknob. In the room, Junsu, pressed beneath Yoochun, stares at him with wide eyes. Junsu's mouth hangs open in shock, and a dark red flush rises from his neck to his face.
Braced above Junsu, Yoochun has one hand tangled in Junsu's hair. At the sound of the door opening, Yoochun looks up to see Changmin standing at the doorway, rooted to the ground.
Shock gives way to hot, stinging embarrassment, and before anyone can do anything, Changmin slams the door shut and flees.
Junsu's fingers tap on Changmin's ribs as though his bones are piano keys. Changmin wonders if it is a love song that Junsu is playing. He can feel Junsu's moist breath on the back of his neck and instantly, Changmin's thoughts run wild. Every nerve in his body catches fire, and he turns around so quickly Junsu rears backwards in surprise.
Junsu, Changmin mouths silently, having lost his voice, his breath and his heart, and anything else that matters.
Junsu's fingers closes Changmin's hands, and his grip is painfully tight. There is a bead of sweat running slowly down the side of Junsu's face. They are both flushed from the dance practice that just ended five minutes ago, and the pink glow on Junsu's cheeks sparks a foreign longing in Changmin.
They stand there - Changmin half turning towards Junsu, half leaning away, and Junsu with one hand holding Changmin's and the other lingering on Changmin's waist.
Not wanting to lose the chance, Changmin holds his breath and leans in. This simple action takes more courage out of him than anything else in this lifetime has. Junsu's mouth is scant inches away and Changmin's heart is about to burst out of his ribcage, when suddenly they hear Yunho's voice.
Changmin tips forward, startled and misses, kissing the corner of Junsu's mouth instead. They spring apart just as Yunho comes round the corner. Yunho stares at the two of them quizzically, Junsu looking stunned and Changmin with one hand pressed over his mouth as though he is about to throw up.
"Let's go home," Yunho says, at last.
Junsu turns to Changmin and repeats the phrase. And then, he takes Changmin's hand. Home.
Across the table, Jaejoong chatters non-stop and he is waving his chopsticks around to emphasis something or the other in the story he is narrating. Yunho is smiling, even as he dodges Jaejoong's waving hands. Yoochun is laughing, leaning over to steal food from Changmin's plate, not because he is hungry, but just because he can.
Changmin shovels food into his mouth, seemingly in a daze. Under the table, Junsu's foot taps a rhythm against the side of Changmin's calf, dictating the way his heart beats.
Changmin lies on his back, staring at the ceiling. Sleepless as usual. There is heat nestled somewhere in the centre on his chest, like a restless bird, waiting to take flight.
He rolls over, and hits his forehead three times against the wall in frustration.
Junsu is sleeping somewhere next door - Changmin imagines the sound of his even breathing, the peaceful look on his face, his tousled hair.
His skin. His lips. His neck.
Changmin presses both his hands desperately against the cool surface of the wall, an unmistakeable act of surrender.
They walk off stage, the lights dimming in their absence.
Yoochun and Yunho have their arms around Junsu, shouting and laughing, still riding the residual high that they always get from performing.
Changmin walks a few steps behind them, and there is a dull throbbing pain in his left ankle. He makes sure he does not limp, because someone will notice, and then there will be unnecessary worry all around.
Suddenly, Junsu turns around and catches his eye.
Changmin stumbles, and mentally blames his aching ankle.
Junsu grins and turns back around, nonchalant and casual, even as Changmin's emotions are dragged out of him by galloping horses, disappearing into the distance, too far for him to retract.
He is exhausted, but sleep will not come to him. He lies on the sofa, pretends to fall asleep. If he pretends for long enough, perhaps he will finally fall asleep.
Yoochun and Junsu stumble into the room, and Changmin watches them through slitted eyes.
"Quiet," Yoochun whispers, glancing at Changmin, sprawled on the sofa. "He's asleep." He grabs Junsu around the waist and turns him around. They kiss on the mouth. Junsu moans in his throat, a sound that strikes Changmin like a slap to the face.
Changmin squeezes his eyes shut. He has never wanted so much in his entire lifetime, to be fast asleep and unconscious.
It happens when they are at dance practice.
Changmin watches his own reflection in the mirror as he goes through the motions. At the end of the dance, they are supposed to jump into the air. The fourth time they rehearse this, Changmin lifts off the ground, but cannot remember ever coming back down.
When he opens his eyes again, he is lying on a bed.
The doctor asks when was the last time he slept, how long he slept, how often he experiences difficulty maintaining sleep. Changmin answers all the questions patiently.
Insomnia, the doctor says. A sleeping disorder, he explains, characterized by persistent difficulty falling asleep or staying asleep.
Changmin thinks, no, you don't know that - you haven't even asked me why yet.
Changmin goes home with a bottle of sleeping pills that he knows will not solve the problem. Junsu opens the door for him, and he looks as wretched as Changmin feels.
"I'm okay," Changmin says automatically. Bearing the sin of telling a lie is worth getting that pained look off Junsu's face.
Junsu shakes his head, and wordlessly leans forward to rest his forehead against Changmin's shoulders. Changmin pats him awkwardly on the back.
"I'm okay," he repeats.
That night, Junsu crawls into bed with him, and Changmin thinks, perhaps, for the first time in months, he may be able to sleep all the way to morning, with Junsu lying next to him, smelling of comfort.
Instead, he is startled awake a little after midnight, only to find Junsu licking the side of his neck and Junsu's fingers pushed under his shirt, teasing bare skin. In the deep silence of the night, Junsu makes love to him, achingly slow and Changmin holds so tightly onto Junsu's hands that he leaves bruises and nail-marks.
The aftermath is Changmin being coaxed into sleep by Junsu's fingers stroking the line of his jaw, a silent lullaby.
When he wakes, it is dark and Junsu is gone.
Changmin sits up, just as the door opens and he looks up to see Junsu peering in. "You're awake," Junsu says, sounding surprised.
Changmin nods, his movements sluggish and clumsy. He peels the blanket away from his body and blinks the sleep out of his eyes.
"You wouldn't wake up," Junsu tells him. "You've been asleep for nearly twenty hours."
Changmin stares at the clock, and wonders how he could have been unaware of the date changing, of the days running into each other like water droplets. "I'm hungry," he says, not knowing what else to say.
Junsu smiles at him, bright and electric, and it sends more energy through Changmin's body more than hours of sleep can.
"Junsu," Changmin says, his mouth going dry. His voice comes out scratchy and hoarse. Junsu laughs.
There are a hundred and one things that Changmin can say, but before he can decide on one, Junsu closes the distance between them in three and a half steps, and leans down to fit perfectly against Changmin.
Maybe tomorrow, he will break Changmin's heart again. Maybe next week, Changmin will have to let him go again.
But today - now - he is here and Changmin will hold on with all his strength.
♥? Also, it's really annoying that I'm not getting any email notifications from livejournal, so I'm sorry if I don't reply to any comments, especially on older posts :\
MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE
Title: Sleepless
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Dong Bang Shin Ki
Pairing(s): Junsu/Changmin, Yoochun/Junsu
Word count: 1360
Disclaimer: The boys do not belong to me. This is also nothing but pure fiction.
Sleepless
Junsu is asleep, curled up under the blanket, his face turned away from the light streaming in from outside the room.
Changmin stands by the bed, wide awake, sleepless and filled to the brim with a desire he has never known until now -
(until Junsu).
Changmin pushes the door open, Junsu's name falling carelessly from his lips. He pauses with his hand still on the doorknob. In the room, Junsu, pressed beneath Yoochun, stares at him with wide eyes. Junsu's mouth hangs open in shock, and a dark red flush rises from his neck to his face.
Braced above Junsu, Yoochun has one hand tangled in Junsu's hair. At the sound of the door opening, Yoochun looks up to see Changmin standing at the doorway, rooted to the ground.
Shock gives way to hot, stinging embarrassment, and before anyone can do anything, Changmin slams the door shut and flees.
Junsu's fingers tap on Changmin's ribs as though his bones are piano keys. Changmin wonders if it is a love song that Junsu is playing. He can feel Junsu's moist breath on the back of his neck and instantly, Changmin's thoughts run wild. Every nerve in his body catches fire, and he turns around so quickly Junsu rears backwards in surprise.
Junsu, Changmin mouths silently, having lost his voice, his breath and his heart, and anything else that matters.
Junsu's fingers closes Changmin's hands, and his grip is painfully tight. There is a bead of sweat running slowly down the side of Junsu's face. They are both flushed from the dance practice that just ended five minutes ago, and the pink glow on Junsu's cheeks sparks a foreign longing in Changmin.
They stand there - Changmin half turning towards Junsu, half leaning away, and Junsu with one hand holding Changmin's and the other lingering on Changmin's waist.
Not wanting to lose the chance, Changmin holds his breath and leans in. This simple action takes more courage out of him than anything else in this lifetime has. Junsu's mouth is scant inches away and Changmin's heart is about to burst out of his ribcage, when suddenly they hear Yunho's voice.
Changmin tips forward, startled and misses, kissing the corner of Junsu's mouth instead. They spring apart just as Yunho comes round the corner. Yunho stares at the two of them quizzically, Junsu looking stunned and Changmin with one hand pressed over his mouth as though he is about to throw up.
"Let's go home," Yunho says, at last.
Junsu turns to Changmin and repeats the phrase. And then, he takes Changmin's hand. Home.
Across the table, Jaejoong chatters non-stop and he is waving his chopsticks around to emphasis something or the other in the story he is narrating. Yunho is smiling, even as he dodges Jaejoong's waving hands. Yoochun is laughing, leaning over to steal food from Changmin's plate, not because he is hungry, but just because he can.
Changmin shovels food into his mouth, seemingly in a daze. Under the table, Junsu's foot taps a rhythm against the side of Changmin's calf, dictating the way his heart beats.
Changmin lies on his back, staring at the ceiling. Sleepless as usual. There is heat nestled somewhere in the centre on his chest, like a restless bird, waiting to take flight.
He rolls over, and hits his forehead three times against the wall in frustration.
Junsu is sleeping somewhere next door - Changmin imagines the sound of his even breathing, the peaceful look on his face, his tousled hair.
His skin. His lips. His neck.
Changmin presses both his hands desperately against the cool surface of the wall, an unmistakeable act of surrender.
They walk off stage, the lights dimming in their absence.
Yoochun and Yunho have their arms around Junsu, shouting and laughing, still riding the residual high that they always get from performing.
Changmin walks a few steps behind them, and there is a dull throbbing pain in his left ankle. He makes sure he does not limp, because someone will notice, and then there will be unnecessary worry all around.
Suddenly, Junsu turns around and catches his eye.
Changmin stumbles, and mentally blames his aching ankle.
Junsu grins and turns back around, nonchalant and casual, even as Changmin's emotions are dragged out of him by galloping horses, disappearing into the distance, too far for him to retract.
He is exhausted, but sleep will not come to him. He lies on the sofa, pretends to fall asleep. If he pretends for long enough, perhaps he will finally fall asleep.
Yoochun and Junsu stumble into the room, and Changmin watches them through slitted eyes.
"Quiet," Yoochun whispers, glancing at Changmin, sprawled on the sofa. "He's asleep." He grabs Junsu around the waist and turns him around. They kiss on the mouth. Junsu moans in his throat, a sound that strikes Changmin like a slap to the face.
Changmin squeezes his eyes shut. He has never wanted so much in his entire lifetime, to be fast asleep and unconscious.
It happens when they are at dance practice.
Changmin watches his own reflection in the mirror as he goes through the motions. At the end of the dance, they are supposed to jump into the air. The fourth time they rehearse this, Changmin lifts off the ground, but cannot remember ever coming back down.
When he opens his eyes again, he is lying on a bed.
The doctor asks when was the last time he slept, how long he slept, how often he experiences difficulty maintaining sleep. Changmin answers all the questions patiently.
Insomnia, the doctor says. A sleeping disorder, he explains, characterized by persistent difficulty falling asleep or staying asleep.
Changmin thinks, no, you don't know that - you haven't even asked me why yet.
Changmin goes home with a bottle of sleeping pills that he knows will not solve the problem. Junsu opens the door for him, and he looks as wretched as Changmin feels.
"I'm okay," Changmin says automatically. Bearing the sin of telling a lie is worth getting that pained look off Junsu's face.
Junsu shakes his head, and wordlessly leans forward to rest his forehead against Changmin's shoulders. Changmin pats him awkwardly on the back.
"I'm okay," he repeats.
That night, Junsu crawls into bed with him, and Changmin thinks, perhaps, for the first time in months, he may be able to sleep all the way to morning, with Junsu lying next to him, smelling of comfort.
Instead, he is startled awake a little after midnight, only to find Junsu licking the side of his neck and Junsu's fingers pushed under his shirt, teasing bare skin. In the deep silence of the night, Junsu makes love to him, achingly slow and Changmin holds so tightly onto Junsu's hands that he leaves bruises and nail-marks.
The aftermath is Changmin being coaxed into sleep by Junsu's fingers stroking the line of his jaw, a silent lullaby.
When he wakes, it is dark and Junsu is gone.
Changmin sits up, just as the door opens and he looks up to see Junsu peering in. "You're awake," Junsu says, sounding surprised.
Changmin nods, his movements sluggish and clumsy. He peels the blanket away from his body and blinks the sleep out of his eyes.
"You wouldn't wake up," Junsu tells him. "You've been asleep for nearly twenty hours."
Changmin stares at the clock, and wonders how he could have been unaware of the date changing, of the days running into each other like water droplets. "I'm hungry," he says, not knowing what else to say.
Junsu smiles at him, bright and electric, and it sends more energy through Changmin's body more than hours of sleep can.
"Junsu," Changmin says, his mouth going dry. His voice comes out scratchy and hoarse. Junsu laughs.
There are a hundred and one things that Changmin can say, but before he can decide on one, Junsu closes the distance between them in three and a half steps, and leans down to fit perfectly against Changmin.
Maybe tomorrow, he will break Changmin's heart again. Maybe next week, Changmin will have to let him go again.
But today - now - he is here and Changmin will hold on with all his strength.
♥? Also, it's really annoying that I'm not getting any email notifications from livejournal, so I'm sorry if I don't reply to any comments, especially on older posts :\
MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE