[Two-Shot] Dreaming of You
So this was originally supposed to be a one shot but like most of my fics, it's become to long, therefore, I'm breaking it up into two parts.
I hope you enjoy it :)
Title: Dreaming of You
Pairing: Yoochun/Changmin
Genre: Drama, General, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summery: Yoochun dreams of him.
"Come visit me again," says the boy with hair the color of raven wings and eyes that pierce his soul.
The world around him starts to wave, like the distance on a hot day, ripples in front of a flame.
"What's your name?"
He smiles and it's breathtaking every single time he sees it, filled with mischief and secrets. "Come back and I will tell you."
The world starts to bleed of color around him, the beautiful blues of the sky turning to grey, melting down past the dripping green of the tree tops. "What if I can't find you?"
And he kisses him on the mouth, softly, tenderly, like a lover. "You will always find me," he smiles and breathes in deeply to take the air from his lungs.
Yoochun wakes up with a gasp and looks at the clock. It's almost time to wake up for work, his heart is racing and it feels like his mouth still burns from the kiss.
It's the same boy, who's always in his dreams.
The same boy without a name.
Yoochun falls back to the bed, hitting his pillows and stares up at the ceiling with blank eyes.
It was a park this time, where he found him. He wasn't trying to look for him, he was walking down the deserted streets, the streets are always empty in his dreams and he doesn't know why, but he just kept walking until he saw the park. It was weird. The park hadn't been there before, just an empty expanse of dirt. He thought he heard a bird and turned his head to pinpoint the unfamiliar squawk, there were never birds before and when he looked back, it was a park.
And he was there, waiting for him, reading a book under the weeping leaves of a glowing tree.
Yoochun remembers talking, laughing, but can't remember why he was laughing or what they were talking about.
It's like this every day, every time he wakes up. He remembers the boy, but that's it.
Yoochun runs his hands over his tired face and jolts violently when the scream of the alarm clock screeches through the empty room.
It's time to get ready for work now and he closes his eyes one more time, picturing his face, the endearing mismatched eyes and full mouth.
"I told you you'd find me," he smiles with perfect teeth and glittering eyes.
"How do you do that?" he asks him reaching for his face, touching his cheek, it's warm under his palm.
"I'm here for you," he sighs pleasantly and leans into the velvet warmth.
"What is your name?" he asks him, running his thumb along the soft swell of his bottom lip. "Tell me."
He kisses the pad of his finger and looks into his eyes, hitting the center of his heart and it sings. "My name is-"
Yoochun screams when he hits the floor in a painful pile. The alarm is blaring insanely loud and he grabs it in his shaky hands to silence it.
Now he has fifteen minutes less to get ready for work.
"Fuck," he mutters and throws the plastic clock aside as he stands up and heads to the bathroom.
He almost had it this time.
"You look like shit."
Yoochun scowls at his jovial co-worker as he throws his bag by his desk and slumps in his seat. "Thank you, Jaejoong," he mutters and closes his eyes.
He can hear the shuffle of papers and the loud voices of everyone in the room. When he opens his eyes and blinks away the blur of his vision he sees Jaejoong staring at him.
"Bad night?" he asks him turning on his computer and Yoochun yawns with a shake of his head.
It wasn't bad at all, not while he was with him, with the sun kissed skin and strong shoulders. He can't remember how long he's been in his dreams but it seems like it's been forever and when he's with him time almost seems to stop.
"Have you ever had the same person in your dreams?" he asks Jaejoong, rolling over to his desk and turning his computer on. He moves a controller aside and grabs for his bag.
Jaejoong takes a drink from his coffee cup and looks at him thoughtfully. "Like a reoccurring dream?" he asks and Yoochun shakes his head pulling out the notes of the game he took home to test.
"No, the same person," he clarifies, "like when you dream, do you ever see the same person?"
Jaejoong ponders the question, quirking his lips in thought for a moment. "Not that I can remember," he shrugs and turns down the music of the latest game the company is producing. "Did you finish your levels?" he changes the subject and grabs for his controller as a demon with wings stands idly in the center of his monitor. "Level three had so many problems I thought I'd never finish."
Yoochun knows he's lost him and grabs his notes, looking through them meticulously. "There's a glitch in the sixth level, at the third check point the screen ripples every time and the wolves in level seven die without attack."
"Shit," Jaejoong sighs and grabs a pen, making a note on a yellow memo pad. "This game has too many fucking problems; we're never going to get it out to production on time. Junsu said there's a time portal mark in level two and those aren't supposed to appear until level four and Yunho sent out an email to everyone that we need to finish testing by the end of the week to meet the deadline. God I hate him," he frowns and Yoochun scoffs.
"Then stop sleeping with him," he smirks and glances over from the corner of his eyes to see Jaejoong smiling helplessly.
"Can't do that," he pushes away from the desk and stands up with a stretch that exposes the pale flesh of his stomach. "He's a good lay," he laughs and grabs his coffee cup. "Meeting in ten minutes," he reminds Yoochun and pats his shoulder as he walks away.
Yoochun watches him, sees Junsu meet him in the hallway and turns back to his computer, he opens the drive and slides the game in, waiting for it load and in the meantime he thinks back on his dreams.
The soft pillows of lips and enticing eyes that make him feel excited, he shivers suddenly and looks around before he slides his knees under the desk and crosses his arms over his notes.
Maybe he will see him again, even if it's for ten minutes.
And Yoochun drowns out the rest of the noise and closes his eyes.
He doesn't remember if he can swim and he can't see anything but more water and feels something tug him under as a wave crashes over his head.
He opens his eyes and feels the burn and closes them again, kicking back up for air.
There's a beach in front of him, one that wasn't there before, beautiful salvation and he starts swimming towards it, kicking, propelling himself forward with each stroke of his arms.
It feels like an hour has gone by and he's still swimming, making no ground. He can feel himself getting tired, his legs like heavy anchors tugging him down, making it harder and harder to reach the white sand beach.
Just a little more, he tells himself but when it feels like he's never going to reach it, he stops and screams in frustration.
It's only a moment before another tug pulls at his ankles and he's submerged again, held down by an invisible force until his lungs feel like they're going to explode and he needs air.
He can see it right above him.
But like the beach, no matter how hard he tries, how fast he kicks, it's unreachable.
He's being shaken from the shoulders.
"Open your eyes."
He can hear the voice that belongs to him and he tries a little harder this time.
"Try again," he encourages him tenderly.
This time he manages to. Behind the flutter of his eyelashes he sees him, leaning over, his hair wet, his eyes smiling and his mouth pulled into a grin of relief.
When he tries to talk he coughs and his lungs feel like they are filled with water. "What happened?" he gasps as he helps him sit up. He looks around and they're on the beach, sand clings to his legs and back in a new skin. "Where did my shirt go?"
And he laughs beautifully, full of joy and content.
"You washed up on the beach," he answers and falls from his haunches to his seat. "I found you," he reaches out and wipes his dry hands along his leg and brushes the sand away. "Can I keep you?" he asks sweetly.
The sound of his voice makes his pulse race. "If you'd like," he whispers and moves closer to him as they look out at the sun together.
"I like this place, it's nice," he hums.
"Tell me your name."
He laughs and leans in, resting his head on his pale shoulder, warming the skin to his bones. "Tell me yours." His hand creeps along until their fingers are intertwined.
"Yoochun," he tells him and presses his cheek to his hair. "Now, it's your turn."
He smiles and squeezes his hand. "Next time," he pulls away and brushes the hair from Yoochun's eyes with a caress.
He sighs longingly. "Why?"
"Because you have to go now."
"Wake the fuck up!"
Yoochun swats at the buzz in his ear and sighs.
"We have a meeting in two minutes, you asshole," and this time Yoochun feels an ice cube sliding down his back and he yelps in alarm, his eyes flying open.
"That wasn't me," Jaejoong laughs and Yoochun glares at Junsu who's cracking up against his desk, in his hand, the evidence. "Come on we have to go upstairs, I can't believe you fucking fell asleep."
Yoochun looks at the clock and frowns. "It was only eight minutes," he mutters to himself and grabs his notes.
Junsu slings an around his shoulders and guides him down the hall. "You were completely out," he chuckles as he presses the elevator button.
Yoochun sighs and rolls the arm from his shoulder, wiping his face. "It felt like I was asleep longer."
The doors open and they walk in, Jaejoong hits the 3rd level button and stands back. "Well, be glad it wasn't. If you missed the meeting Yunho would kick your ass," he smirks and Yoochun glares at him.
"I swear it was longer," he says again and leans against the walls closing his eyes.
When they come to a halt and the doors open again the sound of voices disappear and Yoochun can only remember the sound of his voice.
Jaejoong asks him if he wants to meet up later for drinks. He declines, reminding him they have work to do to meet the new deadline for the game.
"You're a workaholic," Jaejoong's laugh vibrates through the speaker as Yoochun closes the refrigerator door.
"You're an alcoholic," he shoots back and walks to the couch where he can see all his work splayed out in taunting. "Fuck, I think I'll be up all night working on this."
"Well if you need help, let me know," he offers nicely, "I'm gonna go now. Call me if you change your mind."
After his goodbyes Yoochun snaps his phone closed and sits on the couch, grabbing the controller. He looks at the clock, it's only ten but he's already tired.
He stares at the television for a few moments, the controller held loosely in his hands as he debates whether or not to join Jaejoong, drinks would be nice.
A couple contemplating minutes pass by and he presses play.
The faster he finishes these levels, the better, so he takes a drink from his water and prepares himself for a night of video games.
It's sweltering in the dark building, burning clouds of air shriek through the dimly lit hallways of rust and grime.
He holds the machine gun tightly in his arms as he makes his way cautiously through the desolate walkway, the loud crunch of his boots ring like doom with each footstep.
He hears a crash to his left and turns swiftly in memorized training, raising the gun to his shoulder.
A rat scurries out from behind the silo dripping with something that looks green and hazardous. It's otherwise silent, save it for the loud grinding of the factory wheels and the whiny sounds of hot air blowing through pipe holes.
He doesn't know what he's looking for, but he's seen too many movies and played too many games to know when he's dressed head to toe in protective gear, he's looking for something dangerous.
He moves cautiously, holding the gun up at every corner, though nothing seems to appear in front of him. The building is like a maze, dark halls and steep stairwells.
It's so hot he worries he may pass out and the gun is heavy in his arms.
He thinks he's been looking for hours.
When he turns a corner, ready to aim he hears gunfire echoing through the air and starts running in that direction.
He almost trips and falls on his face as he's rushing down the stairs but catches himself and looks around, running through open doorways, holding tightly to his weapon.
More shots are fired and he sprints with unnatural speed through the building, winding through the unfamiliar environment with a clear vision of where he's going.
He sees an opening ahead of him and it sounds like the gunfire is coming from inside. He slows down, positioning his weapon defensively as he moves in slowly, his eyes scanning the grounds. It's oversized wheels, churning slowly and every few seconds he can see through the gaps into dark nothingness. A light flickers above him casting eerie reflections on the wall.
He can feel his heart pounding and when a shot blasts through and ricochets off the wall he whips around and he can't breathe.
"I see you," comes a deep voice.
Yoochun freezes.
"Don't move," the voice instructs and he stays still.
He can see the other figure appear around a giant pillar, dressed in army fatigues, he's tall and menacing. "What are you doing here?" he asks as he walks to him slowly, pointing his gun at his chest.
"I don't know," Yoochun answers with a voice much stronger than he anticipates. "Who are you?" he calls out, his finger curling around the trigger.
"Put your gun down," the other orders, aim unwavering. "Slowly."
He does as he's told and stands up, defenseless. Yoochun can't take his eyes off of him and stays silent as the figure approaches carefully. When he doesn't move, the gun lowers to his side and he walks forward a little more quickly. He lets the gun fall suddenly and moves with determination until he's standing right in front of him, breathing down on him.
"Are you scared?" he asks him quietly.
Yoochun shakes his head. "No," but it's a lie. He is terrified.
"Don't be," he tells him and reaches up, pulling off his helmet and black locks slide out. Behind the goggles reveals soft recognizable eyes that glitter in the flickering light and he tosses them both aside. "Nice choice," he smiles and it seems completely inappropriate since he just had a gun aimed right at Yoochun's heart.
But it's like the wall on his chest lifts and he can breathe again.
"You," he takes his own gear off and throws them to the floor. "You knew it was me."
And he nods with a perfect quirk of his lips. "Why did you pick this place?" he starts looking around, the sweating walls of condensation, the heat unbearable and their clothes stuck to them like a wet film.
"Should we go somewhere else?" Yoochun asks and the beautiful boy nods. "I don't know how to get out of here."
So he takes his gloves off and lets them drop to the floor before reaching for his hands and Yoochun watches, his heart in his throat, as he slowly removes them until he can feel his skin.
It's warm and strong when their fingers connect.
"There's a door," he leads him through the sticky air.
Where an empty wall stood before, there's an escape.
"Is it the way out?" Yoochun turns to him and searches his eyes, though he knows he would never lead him astray.
His smile says it all and they open it.
It's a field of beautiful wild flowers and a cloudless blue blue sky.
"This is beautiful," Yoochun whispers in awe and the fingers tighten around his hand as he looks at him with the same intoxicating eyes that burn every single nerve in his body.
"You made it beautiful," he tells him and he's no longer in his fatigues but a white billowing shirt and cream colored loose pants that press gently against his hips with the sway of the wind.
He looks like an angel.
"How do you do it?" Yoochun asks, his own clothing different, kind to his skin and comfortable as they walk through the flowers.
The world around them is magnificent. Serene and quiet, the wind, cool on their warm cheeks and the sun bright in the heavens with no burn.
It's amazing how one minute he thinks he may have a bullet through his heart and the next he's in paradise, with him.
Whose name he still doesn't know.
But when he looks at him like he's the only important thing in the world, he doesn't mind.
"You do this, Yoochun," he extends his hand and waves it through the breeze and Yoochun looks around the field of beautiful colors and quiet life and feels amazed.
They walk together, not speaking, comfortable in their own presence.
"Who are you?" Yoochun stops him, lets the wind sweep them into each other and his arms come around his shoulders, pressing him close. "Are you real?"
He can feel the heat of his skin, the warmth of his breath and he feels real.
"I'm whoever you want me to be," he whispers, hands running gently against his back, pulling him closer until he can feel his lips on his neck. "I'm yours, Yoochun."
The sound of the phone wakes him up and he groans loudly as he reaches for it. It's Jaejoong.
"Yeah?" he sits up and winces, there's a crick in his neck courtesy of his uncomfortable couch and when he moves, the controller on his lap slides between his feet to the floor.
"I need a ride," Jaejoong slurs and there's loud heavy music in the background. "Too drunk," he hiccups and Yoochun looks at the clock.
He's was only asleep for a few hours.
It seems so much longer in his dreams.
"Where are you?" Yoochun yawns and wipes the sleep from his eyes. When he gets up he searches for his keys and finds them on the table.
"That one bar near work, don't know the name," Jaejoong laughs suddenly; "stop it!" he hisses and Yoochun already knows he's not alone.
He makes sure he has his wallet before he leaves the apartment and tells Jaejoong to behave and he'll get there as soon as possible.
In the car Yoochun can't keep his eyes from the time.
It's incredible to him that his dreams seem to last much longer than he's actually sleeping. Hours, it seems, while in reality, it's been mere minutes. Days when it's been hours.
He focuses on the road, tightening his fingers around the steering wheel and tries to forget that he still doesn't know his name.
Yoochun's assumptions are validated when he pulls up to the street, to the couple making out, one of them he recognizes as Jaejoong, the other, Yunho.
"Get your ass in the car," he speaks mostly to Jaejoong who looks like he really needs to have sex soon and that's not a good thing in his opinion, especially when it's in his car he's going to try and get it.
"You can give Yunho a ride too, right?" Jaejoong laughs as he throws the back door open and Yoochun tries not to scowl.
"I'm not a damn taxi, someone better sit up front with me," he growls but when they ignore him and tumble into the back seat, tangled in fondling hands, he signals and makes an illegal u-turn on the street.
Yoochun tries to think of his dreamland in hopes to avoid listening to the slick noise of wet kisses and lustful moans.
When he thinks Jaejoong may possibly be giving Yunho a blow job he jerks the car to the side of the road and stops. He refuses to turn around and avoids the rearview mirror from finding something he doesn't care to see.
"Jaejoong, get your mouth off his dick and sit up front with me!" he orders, eyes on the dark street ahead of him.
There's a succulent pop and Yoochun shudders in disgust. Why did his radio have to die on him today?
"Yoochun, seriously-"
"I said get up here!"
Yunho's deep laughter flows through the tight space and there's the faint sound of a zipper. "We'll behave," he reassures, much to Jaejoong's quiet protests. "Shut up," he whispers and Yoochun chances a look at the back seat where Yunho's got a hand over Jaejoong's mouth. When he meets his eyes Yoochun looks away quickly.
It's weird.
He's his boss.
And he kind of hates him.
Right now, a little more.
"No sex," Yoochun tells him. "I'm serious," he warns and hates that he left his phone on before falling asleep.
Yoochun thinks he's an angel, fallen from the paradise of heavenly bliss to be with him.
"Are we in heaven?" he looks around, the sky is within his reach and his hand slides through the clouds in diaphanous passages, he always wondered what they would feel like.
Like nothing, like breaking through air.
Pinks and purples paint the world and there are clouds as far as his eyes can see. Silent wind, perfectly cool that weaves through their hair.
It's like a painting, and it's just the two of them.
"If you'd like it to be," he smiles and reaches for his hand.
Yoochun smiles and it feels like he's floating, no earth to keep him down.
When he touches his hand it's softer than he last remembers and he holds it tight.
"Won't you tell me your name now?" he asks.
The man in his dreams leans in and kisses him, like the caress of silk against his mouth. "Take me some place else," he whispers and Yoochun nods.
When he opens his eyes they're in a blossoming meadow, Yoochun can hear the calming flow of a waterfall that breaks the silence and nestled between the flowers is a bed.
The sun is setting in the west and the sky glows in brilliant blue twilight.
The stars are shining like diamonds in the moonless air.
Yoochun feels the bed shift beside him and his can feel sensitive tingles crawling up his neck.
"They're never this bright," Yoochun speaks softly, mesmerized by the sight.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" he sighs with content and wraps his arm around Yoochun's chest, pressing his cheek to his shoulder.
Yoochun runs his hand along his arm thoughtfully, turning away and to look into the eyes of the beautiful boy beside him. "I think you're beautiful," he whispers and his heart flutters at the soft glowing blush that sweeps his cheeks.
"Can we stay here forever?" he asks him, reaching up, pressing the tips of his fingers against his mouth gently, "do you have to leave?"
Yoochun bends and kisses him tenderly, with a softness that has the rest of him melting. "I can try," he slides his fingers through his hair and rolls him to his back. "Stay with me," Yoochun presses his lips to the corner of his mouth, "always," he whispers wistfully and runs his thumb across his cheek, kisses his neck and lets his hand slide down his chest.
His sheets are stuck to him when he wakes up and Yoochun groans throwing them aside.
"Gross," he mutters and gets to his feet feeling disgusting as he heads to the shower.
He finds Yunho sitting at his kitchen table reading his news paper when he gets out of the shower and a hand is rubbing a towel over his hair.
"Good morning," Yunho smiles which looks weird and awkward on his face.
Yoochun stops and thinks for a moment, then remembers and frowns. "Morning," he mutters and walks past him into the kitchen, throwing the towel around his neck.
"I made some coffee," Yunho tells him and goes back to his reading.
He thinks he's going to kill Jaejoong when he sees him.
Until he actually does.
Jaejoong looks like he wants to kill himself.
"Oh god, stop making so much noise," he groans inching his way into the kitchen.
Yoochun and Yunho look at each other.
They weren't making any noise.
"How did you sleep?" Yoochun yells as he stands up and Jaejoong covers his ears in pain.
"God, shut up," he moans and presses his cheek to the table top.
"Have some coffee," Yunho slides his mug over and Jaejoong looks green as his shaky fingers curl around the handle.
Yoochun throws the rest of his fruit pastry away and washes his hands. "Did you find your keys?" He leans against the counter and Yunho shakes his head.
"I called the club this morning but got no answer," one hand is holding the business section up and the other is stroking through Jaejoong's hair.
Yoochun watches them for a minute.
Never in a million years would he think Yunho, his asshole boss, would be in his apartment.
"Weird," he mutters and pours some water for Jaejoong, setting it beside him as he leaves for his room.
The first thing he sees is the residue on his red sheets.
He hasn't had a wet dream in years.
Though, when he remembers how soft his skin was and how succulent his mouth tasted, Yoochun isn't as disgusted.
Aside from kissing, it was the first time they actually did something more.
And it was beautiful.
Yoochun closes his eyes and remembers the black sky and the twinkling stars.
"You have the softest skin."
"You have the sweetest lips."
"Touch me, Yoochun."
"I promise to be gentle."
Yoochun opens his eyes and wishes he didn't have to wake up.
"Go out with me."
Yoochun looks up to see Junsu smiling down at him. He's wearing his glasses today and he looks cute. But not cute enough.
"No thanks," he turns his eyes back to the computer screen.
He can hear Jaejoong laughing beside him and ignores it.
"Why not?" Junsu waves his hand in front of his eyes and Yoochun looks at him patiently.
"I'm not interested," he tells him truthfully and moves back to the screen.
"It'll be fun," Junsu pulls the controller from Yoochun's hand and Yoochun sighs heavily. Annoyed. But Junsu is smiling charmingly and really, it is very difficult to stay annoyed with someone so endearingly positive as Junsu. "Come on," he winks and Yoochun stares at him for a few moments.
He can see Jaejoong from the corner of his eyes and he's grinning like a lunatic. "It could be fun, Yoochun," Jaejoong suggests and Yoochun blinks. "Just think about it."
Yoochun thinks, then grabs his controller back. "No," he answers and starts the game up.
Never one to beg Junsu nods. "Ok, then let me set you up."
"I'm in a relationship."
"No you're not."
Yoochun glares at Jaejoong who's still smiling and still butting in.
Junsu looks interested. "What's his name?"
Damn.
Yoochun frowns. "Um," he swallows the bitter taste of someone who's been caught lying. "I. Can't remember."
Junsu laughs. "Right, ok, so let me set you up. He's really cute."
Yoochun decides to finally ignore him. If he doesn't speak, maybe, like an ignored pet, he'll leave him alone.
Which he doesn't.
"Yoochun, you're a strong, virile, man!"
Yoochun looks at Junsu dumbstruck, Jaejoong laughs. "Virile? Did you get that from your word a day calendar?" he asks Junsu, who doesn't know the meaning of shame, as he nods enthusiastically. Jaejoong chuckles. "Impressive," he mutters and continues on with his gaming.
"And you totally need to get laid, you're all dark and twisty right now. It's not good for your aura," Junsu smacks him hard on the back and Yoochun cries out as his controller flies from his hands. "Oops," he picks it up and gives it to him, "I have a picture, let me show you, he's hot."
With his patience drawn too thin Yoochun grabs the phone from Junsu's hand and snaps it shut. "I told you, I'm not interested."
"Yoochun," Jaejoong's voice sounds part nails on a chalk board, part scolding parent, "he's only trying to help."
Yoochun gives Junsu his phone back and stands up, tossing the controller on his desk. "I don't need help," he sighs and pats Junsu's shoulder, "but thanks anyway. I'm going to lunch."
The sound of his laughter is enchanting and Yoochun closes his eyes, savoring the music.
When he feels his mouth touch his lips he's falling into deep swirls of color and love and Yoochun smiles as he kisses him back tipping him over the edge of the cliff.
"You're sleeping too much."
Yoochun's eyes flutter open and he's back in the real world again.
"And I think you should really take Junsu up on his offer to set you up," Jaejoong sits beside him in the empty boardroom, kicking his feet on the table. "You haven't gone out in a long time."
Yoochun stretches until his back pops as he yawns and scratches his fingers through his dark hair. "I don't need to be set up," he frowns and looks at his watch, he only has a couple minutes left of his lunch hour. "It's insulting."
Jaejoong laughs delightfully as he rocks himself. "The guy's really cute, Yoochun. What's his name?" he turns thoughtful for a few moments, "Ah, Changmin."
Changmin.
Yoochun yawns again and shakes his head as he stands up, shoving Jaejoong's feet from the polished tabletop. "I told you, I'm not interested," he mutters and leaves the room.
On his way to the bathroom he spots Junsu, and with Junsu is another man. He's tall and has shoulder length black hair and he's wearing a backpack. It's black and blue and looks like it belongs to student. It's all he can see of him with his back turned.
Yoochun ducks before he can be spotted.
But he's too late. Or luck doesn't seem to be on his side.
"Yoochun!" Junsu screams from the other side of the lobby and Yoochun rushes into the bathroom in escape.
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Title: Dreaming of You
Pairing: Yoochun/Changmin
Genre: Drama, General, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summery: Yoochun dreams of him.
"Come visit me again," says the boy with hair the color of raven wings and eyes that pierce his soul.
The world around him starts to wave, like the distance on a hot day, ripples in front of a flame.
"What's your name?"
He smiles and it's breathtaking every single time he sees it, filled with mischief and secrets. "Come back and I will tell you."
The world starts to bleed of color around him, the beautiful blues of the sky turning to grey, melting down past the dripping green of the tree tops. "What if I can't find you?"
And he kisses him on the mouth, softly, tenderly, like a lover. "You will always find me," he smiles and breathes in deeply to take the air from his lungs.
Yoochun wakes up with a gasp and looks at the clock. It's almost time to wake up for work, his heart is racing and it feels like his mouth still burns from the kiss.
It's the same boy, who's always in his dreams.
The same boy without a name.
Yoochun falls back to the bed, hitting his pillows and stares up at the ceiling with blank eyes.
It was a park this time, where he found him. He wasn't trying to look for him, he was walking down the deserted streets, the streets are always empty in his dreams and he doesn't know why, but he just kept walking until he saw the park. It was weird. The park hadn't been there before, just an empty expanse of dirt. He thought he heard a bird and turned his head to pinpoint the unfamiliar squawk, there were never birds before and when he looked back, it was a park.
And he was there, waiting for him, reading a book under the weeping leaves of a glowing tree.
Yoochun remembers talking, laughing, but can't remember why he was laughing or what they were talking about.
It's like this every day, every time he wakes up. He remembers the boy, but that's it.
Yoochun runs his hands over his tired face and jolts violently when the scream of the alarm clock screeches through the empty room.
It's time to get ready for work now and he closes his eyes one more time, picturing his face, the endearing mismatched eyes and full mouth.
"I told you you'd find me," he smiles with perfect teeth and glittering eyes.
"How do you do that?" he asks him reaching for his face, touching his cheek, it's warm under his palm.
"I'm here for you," he sighs pleasantly and leans into the velvet warmth.
"What is your name?" he asks him, running his thumb along the soft swell of his bottom lip. "Tell me."
He kisses the pad of his finger and looks into his eyes, hitting the center of his heart and it sings. "My name is-"
Yoochun screams when he hits the floor in a painful pile. The alarm is blaring insanely loud and he grabs it in his shaky hands to silence it.
Now he has fifteen minutes less to get ready for work.
"Fuck," he mutters and throws the plastic clock aside as he stands up and heads to the bathroom.
He almost had it this time.
"You look like shit."
Yoochun scowls at his jovial co-worker as he throws his bag by his desk and slumps in his seat. "Thank you, Jaejoong," he mutters and closes his eyes.
He can hear the shuffle of papers and the loud voices of everyone in the room. When he opens his eyes and blinks away the blur of his vision he sees Jaejoong staring at him.
"Bad night?" he asks him turning on his computer and Yoochun yawns with a shake of his head.
It wasn't bad at all, not while he was with him, with the sun kissed skin and strong shoulders. He can't remember how long he's been in his dreams but it seems like it's been forever and when he's with him time almost seems to stop.
"Have you ever had the same person in your dreams?" he asks Jaejoong, rolling over to his desk and turning his computer on. He moves a controller aside and grabs for his bag.
Jaejoong takes a drink from his coffee cup and looks at him thoughtfully. "Like a reoccurring dream?" he asks and Yoochun shakes his head pulling out the notes of the game he took home to test.
"No, the same person," he clarifies, "like when you dream, do you ever see the same person?"
Jaejoong ponders the question, quirking his lips in thought for a moment. "Not that I can remember," he shrugs and turns down the music of the latest game the company is producing. "Did you finish your levels?" he changes the subject and grabs for his controller as a demon with wings stands idly in the center of his monitor. "Level three had so many problems I thought I'd never finish."
Yoochun knows he's lost him and grabs his notes, looking through them meticulously. "There's a glitch in the sixth level, at the third check point the screen ripples every time and the wolves in level seven die without attack."
"Shit," Jaejoong sighs and grabs a pen, making a note on a yellow memo pad. "This game has too many fucking problems; we're never going to get it out to production on time. Junsu said there's a time portal mark in level two and those aren't supposed to appear until level four and Yunho sent out an email to everyone that we need to finish testing by the end of the week to meet the deadline. God I hate him," he frowns and Yoochun scoffs.
"Then stop sleeping with him," he smirks and glances over from the corner of his eyes to see Jaejoong smiling helplessly.
"Can't do that," he pushes away from the desk and stands up with a stretch that exposes the pale flesh of his stomach. "He's a good lay," he laughs and grabs his coffee cup. "Meeting in ten minutes," he reminds Yoochun and pats his shoulder as he walks away.
Yoochun watches him, sees Junsu meet him in the hallway and turns back to his computer, he opens the drive and slides the game in, waiting for it load and in the meantime he thinks back on his dreams.
The soft pillows of lips and enticing eyes that make him feel excited, he shivers suddenly and looks around before he slides his knees under the desk and crosses his arms over his notes.
Maybe he will see him again, even if it's for ten minutes.
And Yoochun drowns out the rest of the noise and closes his eyes.
He doesn't remember if he can swim and he can't see anything but more water and feels something tug him under as a wave crashes over his head.
He opens his eyes and feels the burn and closes them again, kicking back up for air.
There's a beach in front of him, one that wasn't there before, beautiful salvation and he starts swimming towards it, kicking, propelling himself forward with each stroke of his arms.
It feels like an hour has gone by and he's still swimming, making no ground. He can feel himself getting tired, his legs like heavy anchors tugging him down, making it harder and harder to reach the white sand beach.
Just a little more, he tells himself but when it feels like he's never going to reach it, he stops and screams in frustration.
It's only a moment before another tug pulls at his ankles and he's submerged again, held down by an invisible force until his lungs feel like they're going to explode and he needs air.
He can see it right above him.
But like the beach, no matter how hard he tries, how fast he kicks, it's unreachable.
He's being shaken from the shoulders.
"Open your eyes."
He can hear the voice that belongs to him and he tries a little harder this time.
"Try again," he encourages him tenderly.
This time he manages to. Behind the flutter of his eyelashes he sees him, leaning over, his hair wet, his eyes smiling and his mouth pulled into a grin of relief.
When he tries to talk he coughs and his lungs feel like they are filled with water. "What happened?" he gasps as he helps him sit up. He looks around and they're on the beach, sand clings to his legs and back in a new skin. "Where did my shirt go?"
And he laughs beautifully, full of joy and content.
"You washed up on the beach," he answers and falls from his haunches to his seat. "I found you," he reaches out and wipes his dry hands along his leg and brushes the sand away. "Can I keep you?" he asks sweetly.
The sound of his voice makes his pulse race. "If you'd like," he whispers and moves closer to him as they look out at the sun together.
"I like this place, it's nice," he hums.
"Tell me your name."
He laughs and leans in, resting his head on his pale shoulder, warming the skin to his bones. "Tell me yours." His hand creeps along until their fingers are intertwined.
"Yoochun," he tells him and presses his cheek to his hair. "Now, it's your turn."
He smiles and squeezes his hand. "Next time," he pulls away and brushes the hair from Yoochun's eyes with a caress.
He sighs longingly. "Why?"
"Because you have to go now."
"Wake the fuck up!"
Yoochun swats at the buzz in his ear and sighs.
"We have a meeting in two minutes, you asshole," and this time Yoochun feels an ice cube sliding down his back and he yelps in alarm, his eyes flying open.
"That wasn't me," Jaejoong laughs and Yoochun glares at Junsu who's cracking up against his desk, in his hand, the evidence. "Come on we have to go upstairs, I can't believe you fucking fell asleep."
Yoochun looks at the clock and frowns. "It was only eight minutes," he mutters to himself and grabs his notes.
Junsu slings an around his shoulders and guides him down the hall. "You were completely out," he chuckles as he presses the elevator button.
Yoochun sighs and rolls the arm from his shoulder, wiping his face. "It felt like I was asleep longer."
The doors open and they walk in, Jaejoong hits the 3rd level button and stands back. "Well, be glad it wasn't. If you missed the meeting Yunho would kick your ass," he smirks and Yoochun glares at him.
"I swear it was longer," he says again and leans against the walls closing his eyes.
When they come to a halt and the doors open again the sound of voices disappear and Yoochun can only remember the sound of his voice.
Jaejoong asks him if he wants to meet up later for drinks. He declines, reminding him they have work to do to meet the new deadline for the game.
"You're a workaholic," Jaejoong's laugh vibrates through the speaker as Yoochun closes the refrigerator door.
"You're an alcoholic," he shoots back and walks to the couch where he can see all his work splayed out in taunting. "Fuck, I think I'll be up all night working on this."
"Well if you need help, let me know," he offers nicely, "I'm gonna go now. Call me if you change your mind."
After his goodbyes Yoochun snaps his phone closed and sits on the couch, grabbing the controller. He looks at the clock, it's only ten but he's already tired.
He stares at the television for a few moments, the controller held loosely in his hands as he debates whether or not to join Jaejoong, drinks would be nice.
A couple contemplating minutes pass by and he presses play.
The faster he finishes these levels, the better, so he takes a drink from his water and prepares himself for a night of video games.
It's sweltering in the dark building, burning clouds of air shriek through the dimly lit hallways of rust and grime.
He holds the machine gun tightly in his arms as he makes his way cautiously through the desolate walkway, the loud crunch of his boots ring like doom with each footstep.
He hears a crash to his left and turns swiftly in memorized training, raising the gun to his shoulder.
A rat scurries out from behind the silo dripping with something that looks green and hazardous. It's otherwise silent, save it for the loud grinding of the factory wheels and the whiny sounds of hot air blowing through pipe holes.
He doesn't know what he's looking for, but he's seen too many movies and played too many games to know when he's dressed head to toe in protective gear, he's looking for something dangerous.
He moves cautiously, holding the gun up at every corner, though nothing seems to appear in front of him. The building is like a maze, dark halls and steep stairwells.
It's so hot he worries he may pass out and the gun is heavy in his arms.
He thinks he's been looking for hours.
When he turns a corner, ready to aim he hears gunfire echoing through the air and starts running in that direction.
He almost trips and falls on his face as he's rushing down the stairs but catches himself and looks around, running through open doorways, holding tightly to his weapon.
More shots are fired and he sprints with unnatural speed through the building, winding through the unfamiliar environment with a clear vision of where he's going.
He sees an opening ahead of him and it sounds like the gunfire is coming from inside. He slows down, positioning his weapon defensively as he moves in slowly, his eyes scanning the grounds. It's oversized wheels, churning slowly and every few seconds he can see through the gaps into dark nothingness. A light flickers above him casting eerie reflections on the wall.
He can feel his heart pounding and when a shot blasts through and ricochets off the wall he whips around and he can't breathe.
"I see you," comes a deep voice.
Yoochun freezes.
"Don't move," the voice instructs and he stays still.
He can see the other figure appear around a giant pillar, dressed in army fatigues, he's tall and menacing. "What are you doing here?" he asks as he walks to him slowly, pointing his gun at his chest.
"I don't know," Yoochun answers with a voice much stronger than he anticipates. "Who are you?" he calls out, his finger curling around the trigger.
"Put your gun down," the other orders, aim unwavering. "Slowly."
He does as he's told and stands up, defenseless. Yoochun can't take his eyes off of him and stays silent as the figure approaches carefully. When he doesn't move, the gun lowers to his side and he walks forward a little more quickly. He lets the gun fall suddenly and moves with determination until he's standing right in front of him, breathing down on him.
"Are you scared?" he asks him quietly.
Yoochun shakes his head. "No," but it's a lie. He is terrified.
"Don't be," he tells him and reaches up, pulling off his helmet and black locks slide out. Behind the goggles reveals soft recognizable eyes that glitter in the flickering light and he tosses them both aside. "Nice choice," he smiles and it seems completely inappropriate since he just had a gun aimed right at Yoochun's heart.
But it's like the wall on his chest lifts and he can breathe again.
"You," he takes his own gear off and throws them to the floor. "You knew it was me."
And he nods with a perfect quirk of his lips. "Why did you pick this place?" he starts looking around, the sweating walls of condensation, the heat unbearable and their clothes stuck to them like a wet film.
"Should we go somewhere else?" Yoochun asks and the beautiful boy nods. "I don't know how to get out of here."
So he takes his gloves off and lets them drop to the floor before reaching for his hands and Yoochun watches, his heart in his throat, as he slowly removes them until he can feel his skin.
It's warm and strong when their fingers connect.
"There's a door," he leads him through the sticky air.
Where an empty wall stood before, there's an escape.
"Is it the way out?" Yoochun turns to him and searches his eyes, though he knows he would never lead him astray.
His smile says it all and they open it.
It's a field of beautiful wild flowers and a cloudless blue blue sky.
"This is beautiful," Yoochun whispers in awe and the fingers tighten around his hand as he looks at him with the same intoxicating eyes that burn every single nerve in his body.
"You made it beautiful," he tells him and he's no longer in his fatigues but a white billowing shirt and cream colored loose pants that press gently against his hips with the sway of the wind.
He looks like an angel.
"How do you do it?" Yoochun asks, his own clothing different, kind to his skin and comfortable as they walk through the flowers.
The world around them is magnificent. Serene and quiet, the wind, cool on their warm cheeks and the sun bright in the heavens with no burn.
It's amazing how one minute he thinks he may have a bullet through his heart and the next he's in paradise, with him.
Whose name he still doesn't know.
But when he looks at him like he's the only important thing in the world, he doesn't mind.
"You do this, Yoochun," he extends his hand and waves it through the breeze and Yoochun looks around the field of beautiful colors and quiet life and feels amazed.
They walk together, not speaking, comfortable in their own presence.
"Who are you?" Yoochun stops him, lets the wind sweep them into each other and his arms come around his shoulders, pressing him close. "Are you real?"
He can feel the heat of his skin, the warmth of his breath and he feels real.
"I'm whoever you want me to be," he whispers, hands running gently against his back, pulling him closer until he can feel his lips on his neck. "I'm yours, Yoochun."
The sound of the phone wakes him up and he groans loudly as he reaches for it. It's Jaejoong.
"Yeah?" he sits up and winces, there's a crick in his neck courtesy of his uncomfortable couch and when he moves, the controller on his lap slides between his feet to the floor.
"I need a ride," Jaejoong slurs and there's loud heavy music in the background. "Too drunk," he hiccups and Yoochun looks at the clock.
He's was only asleep for a few hours.
It seems so much longer in his dreams.
"Where are you?" Yoochun yawns and wipes the sleep from his eyes. When he gets up he searches for his keys and finds them on the table.
"That one bar near work, don't know the name," Jaejoong laughs suddenly; "stop it!" he hisses and Yoochun already knows he's not alone.
He makes sure he has his wallet before he leaves the apartment and tells Jaejoong to behave and he'll get there as soon as possible.
In the car Yoochun can't keep his eyes from the time.
It's incredible to him that his dreams seem to last much longer than he's actually sleeping. Hours, it seems, while in reality, it's been mere minutes. Days when it's been hours.
He focuses on the road, tightening his fingers around the steering wheel and tries to forget that he still doesn't know his name.
Yoochun's assumptions are validated when he pulls up to the street, to the couple making out, one of them he recognizes as Jaejoong, the other, Yunho.
"Get your ass in the car," he speaks mostly to Jaejoong who looks like he really needs to have sex soon and that's not a good thing in his opinion, especially when it's in his car he's going to try and get it.
"You can give Yunho a ride too, right?" Jaejoong laughs as he throws the back door open and Yoochun tries not to scowl.
"I'm not a damn taxi, someone better sit up front with me," he growls but when they ignore him and tumble into the back seat, tangled in fondling hands, he signals and makes an illegal u-turn on the street.
Yoochun tries to think of his dreamland in hopes to avoid listening to the slick noise of wet kisses and lustful moans.
When he thinks Jaejoong may possibly be giving Yunho a blow job he jerks the car to the side of the road and stops. He refuses to turn around and avoids the rearview mirror from finding something he doesn't care to see.
"Jaejoong, get your mouth off his dick and sit up front with me!" he orders, eyes on the dark street ahead of him.
There's a succulent pop and Yoochun shudders in disgust. Why did his radio have to die on him today?
"Yoochun, seriously-"
"I said get up here!"
Yunho's deep laughter flows through the tight space and there's the faint sound of a zipper. "We'll behave," he reassures, much to Jaejoong's quiet protests. "Shut up," he whispers and Yoochun chances a look at the back seat where Yunho's got a hand over Jaejoong's mouth. When he meets his eyes Yoochun looks away quickly.
It's weird.
He's his boss.
And he kind of hates him.
Right now, a little more.
"No sex," Yoochun tells him. "I'm serious," he warns and hates that he left his phone on before falling asleep.
Yoochun thinks he's an angel, fallen from the paradise of heavenly bliss to be with him.
"Are we in heaven?" he looks around, the sky is within his reach and his hand slides through the clouds in diaphanous passages, he always wondered what they would feel like.
Like nothing, like breaking through air.
Pinks and purples paint the world and there are clouds as far as his eyes can see. Silent wind, perfectly cool that weaves through their hair.
It's like a painting, and it's just the two of them.
"If you'd like it to be," he smiles and reaches for his hand.
Yoochun smiles and it feels like he's floating, no earth to keep him down.
When he touches his hand it's softer than he last remembers and he holds it tight.
"Won't you tell me your name now?" he asks.
The man in his dreams leans in and kisses him, like the caress of silk against his mouth. "Take me some place else," he whispers and Yoochun nods.
When he opens his eyes they're in a blossoming meadow, Yoochun can hear the calming flow of a waterfall that breaks the silence and nestled between the flowers is a bed.
The sun is setting in the west and the sky glows in brilliant blue twilight.
The stars are shining like diamonds in the moonless air.
Yoochun feels the bed shift beside him and his can feel sensitive tingles crawling up his neck.
"They're never this bright," Yoochun speaks softly, mesmerized by the sight.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" he sighs with content and wraps his arm around Yoochun's chest, pressing his cheek to his shoulder.
Yoochun runs his hand along his arm thoughtfully, turning away and to look into the eyes of the beautiful boy beside him. "I think you're beautiful," he whispers and his heart flutters at the soft glowing blush that sweeps his cheeks.
"Can we stay here forever?" he asks him, reaching up, pressing the tips of his fingers against his mouth gently, "do you have to leave?"
Yoochun bends and kisses him tenderly, with a softness that has the rest of him melting. "I can try," he slides his fingers through his hair and rolls him to his back. "Stay with me," Yoochun presses his lips to the corner of his mouth, "always," he whispers wistfully and runs his thumb across his cheek, kisses his neck and lets his hand slide down his chest.
His sheets are stuck to him when he wakes up and Yoochun groans throwing them aside.
"Gross," he mutters and gets to his feet feeling disgusting as he heads to the shower.
He finds Yunho sitting at his kitchen table reading his news paper when he gets out of the shower and a hand is rubbing a towel over his hair.
"Good morning," Yunho smiles which looks weird and awkward on his face.
Yoochun stops and thinks for a moment, then remembers and frowns. "Morning," he mutters and walks past him into the kitchen, throwing the towel around his neck.
"I made some coffee," Yunho tells him and goes back to his reading.
He thinks he's going to kill Jaejoong when he sees him.
Until he actually does.
Jaejoong looks like he wants to kill himself.
"Oh god, stop making so much noise," he groans inching his way into the kitchen.
Yoochun and Yunho look at each other.
They weren't making any noise.
"How did you sleep?" Yoochun yells as he stands up and Jaejoong covers his ears in pain.
"God, shut up," he moans and presses his cheek to the table top.
"Have some coffee," Yunho slides his mug over and Jaejoong looks green as his shaky fingers curl around the handle.
Yoochun throws the rest of his fruit pastry away and washes his hands. "Did you find your keys?" He leans against the counter and Yunho shakes his head.
"I called the club this morning but got no answer," one hand is holding the business section up and the other is stroking through Jaejoong's hair.
Yoochun watches them for a minute.
Never in a million years would he think Yunho, his asshole boss, would be in his apartment.
"Weird," he mutters and pours some water for Jaejoong, setting it beside him as he leaves for his room.
The first thing he sees is the residue on his red sheets.
He hasn't had a wet dream in years.
Though, when he remembers how soft his skin was and how succulent his mouth tasted, Yoochun isn't as disgusted.
Aside from kissing, it was the first time they actually did something more.
And it was beautiful.
Yoochun closes his eyes and remembers the black sky and the twinkling stars.
"You have the softest skin."
"You have the sweetest lips."
"Touch me, Yoochun."
"I promise to be gentle."
Yoochun opens his eyes and wishes he didn't have to wake up.
"Go out with me."
Yoochun looks up to see Junsu smiling down at him. He's wearing his glasses today and he looks cute. But not cute enough.
"No thanks," he turns his eyes back to the computer screen.
He can hear Jaejoong laughing beside him and ignores it.
"Why not?" Junsu waves his hand in front of his eyes and Yoochun looks at him patiently.
"I'm not interested," he tells him truthfully and moves back to the screen.
"It'll be fun," Junsu pulls the controller from Yoochun's hand and Yoochun sighs heavily. Annoyed. But Junsu is smiling charmingly and really, it is very difficult to stay annoyed with someone so endearingly positive as Junsu. "Come on," he winks and Yoochun stares at him for a few moments.
He can see Jaejoong from the corner of his eyes and he's grinning like a lunatic. "It could be fun, Yoochun," Jaejoong suggests and Yoochun blinks. "Just think about it."
Yoochun thinks, then grabs his controller back. "No," he answers and starts the game up.
Never one to beg Junsu nods. "Ok, then let me set you up."
"I'm in a relationship."
"No you're not."
Yoochun glares at Jaejoong who's still smiling and still butting in.
Junsu looks interested. "What's his name?"
Damn.
Yoochun frowns. "Um," he swallows the bitter taste of someone who's been caught lying. "I. Can't remember."
Junsu laughs. "Right, ok, so let me set you up. He's really cute."
Yoochun decides to finally ignore him. If he doesn't speak, maybe, like an ignored pet, he'll leave him alone.
Which he doesn't.
"Yoochun, you're a strong, virile, man!"
Yoochun looks at Junsu dumbstruck, Jaejoong laughs. "Virile? Did you get that from your word a day calendar?" he asks Junsu, who doesn't know the meaning of shame, as he nods enthusiastically. Jaejoong chuckles. "Impressive," he mutters and continues on with his gaming.
"And you totally need to get laid, you're all dark and twisty right now. It's not good for your aura," Junsu smacks him hard on the back and Yoochun cries out as his controller flies from his hands. "Oops," he picks it up and gives it to him, "I have a picture, let me show you, he's hot."
With his patience drawn too thin Yoochun grabs the phone from Junsu's hand and snaps it shut. "I told you, I'm not interested."
"Yoochun," Jaejoong's voice sounds part nails on a chalk board, part scolding parent, "he's only trying to help."
Yoochun gives Junsu his phone back and stands up, tossing the controller on his desk. "I don't need help," he sighs and pats Junsu's shoulder, "but thanks anyway. I'm going to lunch."
The sound of his laughter is enchanting and Yoochun closes his eyes, savoring the music.
When he feels his mouth touch his lips he's falling into deep swirls of color and love and Yoochun smiles as he kisses him back tipping him over the edge of the cliff.
"You're sleeping too much."
Yoochun's eyes flutter open and he's back in the real world again.
"And I think you should really take Junsu up on his offer to set you up," Jaejoong sits beside him in the empty boardroom, kicking his feet on the table. "You haven't gone out in a long time."
Yoochun stretches until his back pops as he yawns and scratches his fingers through his dark hair. "I don't need to be set up," he frowns and looks at his watch, he only has a couple minutes left of his lunch hour. "It's insulting."
Jaejoong laughs delightfully as he rocks himself. "The guy's really cute, Yoochun. What's his name?" he turns thoughtful for a few moments, "Ah, Changmin."
Changmin.
Yoochun yawns again and shakes his head as he stands up, shoving Jaejoong's feet from the polished tabletop. "I told you, I'm not interested," he mutters and leaves the room.
On his way to the bathroom he spots Junsu, and with Junsu is another man. He's tall and has shoulder length black hair and he's wearing a backpack. It's black and blue and looks like it belongs to student. It's all he can see of him with his back turned.
Yoochun ducks before he can be spotted.
But he's too late. Or luck doesn't seem to be on his side.
"Yoochun!" Junsu screams from the other side of the lobby and Yoochun rushes into the bathroom in escape.
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