Avoiding Mirrors; (C7)
(C7); Incurable
JaeJoong&Yunho
Drama, Romance, Smut
Summary: Yunho is a Psychoanalyst and JaeJoong's his patient.
Avoiding Mirrors;
Chapter 7
"Dr Jung" a soft voice entered the room. Snapping into attention, Yunho looked up, wide eyed and stunned - barely able to sputter out the name, "Yoochun."
His arms crossed over his stomach as he felt his stomach twist and knot together upon laying eyes on his former patient. "Doc-tor Ju-ung," The younger man repeated dauntingly, "have you missed me?"
Yunho could only stare uncomprehendingly, his eyes following the younger man's every movement. Yoochun smiled, his bow shaped lips pulled upright revealing white well cared for teeth. A smile of a charming boy with only sweet things on his mind. Slowly, he eased himself into the leather chair across from Yunho, clasping his hands together, elbows on armrests - his eyes on Yunho. His eyes are questioning, suspecting, teasing.
"No," Yunho finally mumbled, more to himself than to the younger man across from him. He shook his head. Yoochun remained smiling, his eyes bright and clear, his face shining. Nothing like his former patient, nothing like the old Park Yoochun. "Not even a bit?" Yoochun teased.
"What are you doing here Yoochun?" Yunho asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he took a double take on the man's face. His hair was a soft black that would have fell to his shoulders if not tied in a clean ponytail and his eyes were dark brown, wide enough to captivate those who stared directly at him.
He watched as the man looked around the office, his smile not wavering even a bit as he seemed to be replaying his moments in Yunho's office.
"It's been awhile. I've missed you," Yoochun said seriously this time, his gaze meeting Yunho's, "have you thought of me even once since I stopped coming?" Yunho remained motionless, his eyes shifting nervously from Yoochun to the door.
It was Yoochun's turn to shake hs head, disappointment and hurt clouding his once dancing eyes, "I'm sorry about the last time," Yoochun whispered sincerely. Yunho closed his eyes, "You tried to kill me Yoochun."
Kill you, fucking kill you kill you kill you kill you.
The memory of Yoochun standing before him - a knife held painfully tight in his shaking hands, his tear masked face contorted in anger, his trembling body and wild frantic eyes as he screamed, screamed, screamed.
I'll fucking kill myself, self self self self self self .
Stop, Yoochun, stop! - Yunho-ah, please , please. Let me - Don't Yoochun, don't touch there don't! - Yunho-ah, you'll like it. Please. Please let me. - Stop stop stop stop stop!
Yoochun was eighteen when he walked into Yunho's office, a good boy. A smart boy, a boy that had everything in the palm of his hand. He was a prodigy, and everyone knew of him. Piano player and composer Park Yoochun, rich and well natured Park Yoochun. Athletic and hard working Park Yoochun. Lonely, with no one by his side - Park Yoochun. Yoochun had been one of Yunho's first patients, and Yunho was naive in the beginning, believing he could cure everyone who walked into his office.
He couldn't, and he certainly couldn't help Yoochun - he was too far gone - too far gone to save. One night, Yoochun just - snapped.
Naked, his hands tied behind him, Yoochun played with Yunho's body. Sucking him off into an erection he didn't want, biting him in places that made him cry out loud, touching him in places that made him want to puke.
DO AS I SAY, and I promise. I won't kill you.
"But I didn't!" Yoochun exclaimed, his eyes shot open with fear and desperation. "I didn't mean to hurt you Yunho-ah. I didn't want to hurt you." He said, his voice growing faint.
That night, Yunho was saved by Yoochun's agent who came just in time. Just before Yoochun took Yunho raw, just before Yoochun could shatter Yunho's life
You are all I have Yunho-ah, you promised me - you would cure me - You lied?
"Why are you here Yoochun." Yunho asked again, his voice harder than he meant it to be. Yunho tried to cling onto any kind of control he could muster up.
Yoochun's face grew tired, as if aging before him - Yunho could only look away. Yoochun looked at his hands, the hands of a god. The hands that some would sell their lungs for. "I was worried about you." Yoochun said softly, but something about the tone was strange, somewhat eerie. It made Yunho shiver as he felt something crawl into his skin.
"Yoochun -" Yunho started, indecisive.
"You stopped calling, stopped texting." Yoochun looked up. Yunho saw the younger man return his look with a level gaze. A half smirk on his face.
"What are you talking about?" Yunho peered at the man, his eyes hot and strained.
"I was curious as to who was calling and texting my lover, and why he was always so hesitant upon seeing that call, or that message." Yoochun laughed,
"It was surprising, you know. Seeing your name in his phone. Reading your messages and seeing how many times a day you called. I would think - you loved him."
LoverLoverLoverLoverLover - Lover.
"You would have thought right." Yunho choked, and Yoochun curled his upper lip into a sneer. "I thought you didn't fuck patient's." Yoochun pressed.
"Yoochun. Please, get out." Yunho sighed, tearing his eyes away from the younger man.
"He's amazing isn't he? The way he sucks you in." Yoochun's crooked grin widened, "how he can just take your cock in - in one go, and grip you. Oh, he gives me great orgasms. Just having him scream my name makes me hard."
Immediately, Yunho was up on his feet, his palms slamming onto the desk. He glared at Yoochun, a look of resent present on his face. He turned away from the man and walked to the window as tears blurred the vision of the taller building across the street.
"Yunho-ah." The younger mans voice came up behind him as his arms snaked around Yunho's waist. His chest pressed up against Yunho's back, his chin rested on Yunho's shoulder, "I could have given you everything JaeJoong did. If you had let me."
Yunho tore away from Yoochun's grip, pushing the younger man away from him, "You couldn't." Yunho was cold, and it stabbed Yoochun hard in the chest.
"Why!" Yoochun demanded with a scowl, "what could you have possibly wanted from a slut?!"
Before Yunho knew it, his arm flew up, his fisted hand meeting the younger man's jaw. "Don't ever call him that again." Yoochun chuckled, one hand on his cheek - his smile fading. "Something tells me you don't know anything about my lover." Yoochun licked his lips. "Something tells me he hasn't told you about his mother."
Yoochun smiled. Yunho stopped breathing.
"And how the crack loving whore sold her own son to the industry."
Yoochun's eyes gleamed again. Yunho couldn't breath - his heart pounding - pounding - pounding.
"You know Yunho, not everyone has it lucky in our world. Some people get in with great agents, great management - some have a list of producers they have to sleep with to secure their profile. Did JaeJoong tell you, he was one of those who got the weekly list?"
Yoochun cocked an eyebrow. Yunho staggered backwards.
"You shouldn't want someone like him Yunho-ah, someone that would give away his body like he did."
"It - it wasn't his fault!" Yunho could feel the pressure behind his eyes. He wanted to cry, wanted scream out his rage. How stupid of him, why couldn't he see it - see how his Jaebaby was hurting.
"Stop fooling yourself!" Yoochun screamed, pushing Yunho in the chest. "Wake up and realize it was just fucking to him. If he loved you - wouldn't he trust you enough to tell you his past, wouldn't he trust you? Like I did, Yunho-ah."
He - he didn't trust - me . . . why didn't you trust me Jae?
"Get out!" Yunho screamed, his hands clenching and unclenching as his teeth gnashed together.
"My lover, is a slut. Isn't he?" Yoochun mocked as he walked towards Yunho's desk, taking hold of Bae's framed picture and throwing it into the garbage. "Bae - didn't you also use her as an excuse not to love me?"
With that, he walked away satisfied, he paused, turning around, tears in his eyes, "I always loved you Yunho-ah." Then he was gone. Leaving Yunho to crumble to the floor to weep. Yoochun re-opened old wounds that Yunho thought had healed, becoming painless scars - painless scars to remember JaeJoong by.
Yunho was welcomed home with the smell of Kimchi and cooked barbeque meat. "Yun Oppa!" Bae said coming from the kitchen wearing a pink apron and a wide smile that quickly vanished upon seeing Yunho, "have you been drinking - Oppa?"
"Only half a cup Bae. Only half a cup." He didn't lie.
"Oppa, what's wrong?" Bae asked, her fingers clumsily stroking Yunho's cheeks.
He looked down at his beauty, his friend, his girlfriend and all he could feel was hurt. Hurt that he couldn't help JaeJoong, that he couldn't find JaeJoong and take him into his arms and tell him it was okay. Because he failed him, he failed everyone he promised he would take care of.
I'll do right by you Bae.
Slowly, he leveled with her, as he pressed his lips onto hers softly, he pulled away and stroked her head. Her hands flew to her mouth in surprise.
"Bae, do you trust me, With everything you have?" Yunho asked. "Yunho Oppa," Bae looked at him earnestly, "You know you're the only one I have" Yunho looked at his beauty and smiled, stroking away her fly away hairs, he said steadily, "lets get married Bae," as he kissed his beauty deeper.
Little did Yunho know, at that very moment his beast was being rushed to the hospital after being found unconscious on the floor of his Korea suite, an empty bottle of sleeping pills laying beside him.
//
This is as raw as it's going to get darling's! I really didn't have time to go into a frenzy with editing, since work has been hectic, and I have sadly fallen sick yet again. Yeah I know right? Fuck my weak immune system. So if you see grammatical errors, and spelling mistakes - I'm madly sorry! I really didn't have time.
So let's keep trucking? As you can see, I'm really pushing forward with everything, and you can really tell I'm lacking in something *grins- Basically, my descriptions and so on are kinda -ehhhhh. I also really didn't get into Yoochun too much, but you get the jist that something is off with the boy. I really don't say what's wrong with him, but I'm leaning towards bi-polar.
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JaeJoong&Yunho
Drama, Romance, Smut
Summary: Yunho is a Psychoanalyst and JaeJoong's his patient.
Avoiding Mirrors;
Chapter 7
"Dr Jung" a soft voice entered the room. Snapping into attention, Yunho looked up, wide eyed and stunned - barely able to sputter out the name, "Yoochun."
His arms crossed over his stomach as he felt his stomach twist and knot together upon laying eyes on his former patient. "Doc-tor Ju-ung," The younger man repeated dauntingly, "have you missed me?"
Yunho could only stare uncomprehendingly, his eyes following the younger man's every movement. Yoochun smiled, his bow shaped lips pulled upright revealing white well cared for teeth. A smile of a charming boy with only sweet things on his mind. Slowly, he eased himself into the leather chair across from Yunho, clasping his hands together, elbows on armrests - his eyes on Yunho. His eyes are questioning, suspecting, teasing.
"No," Yunho finally mumbled, more to himself than to the younger man across from him. He shook his head. Yoochun remained smiling, his eyes bright and clear, his face shining. Nothing like his former patient, nothing like the old Park Yoochun. "Not even a bit?" Yoochun teased.
"What are you doing here Yoochun?" Yunho asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he took a double take on the man's face. His hair was a soft black that would have fell to his shoulders if not tied in a clean ponytail and his eyes were dark brown, wide enough to captivate those who stared directly at him.
He watched as the man looked around the office, his smile not wavering even a bit as he seemed to be replaying his moments in Yunho's office.
"It's been awhile. I've missed you," Yoochun said seriously this time, his gaze meeting Yunho's, "have you thought of me even once since I stopped coming?" Yunho remained motionless, his eyes shifting nervously from Yoochun to the door.
It was Yoochun's turn to shake hs head, disappointment and hurt clouding his once dancing eyes, "I'm sorry about the last time," Yoochun whispered sincerely. Yunho closed his eyes, "You tried to kill me Yoochun."
Kill you, fucking kill you kill you kill you kill you.
The memory of Yoochun standing before him - a knife held painfully tight in his shaking hands, his tear masked face contorted in anger, his trembling body and wild frantic eyes as he screamed, screamed, screamed.
I'll fucking kill myself, self self self self self self .
Stop, Yoochun, stop! - Yunho-ah, please , please. Let me - Don't Yoochun, don't touch there don't! - Yunho-ah, you'll like it. Please. Please let me. - Stop stop stop stop stop!
Yoochun was eighteen when he walked into Yunho's office, a good boy. A smart boy, a boy that had everything in the palm of his hand. He was a prodigy, and everyone knew of him. Piano player and composer Park Yoochun, rich and well natured Park Yoochun. Athletic and hard working Park Yoochun. Lonely, with no one by his side - Park Yoochun. Yoochun had been one of Yunho's first patients, and Yunho was naive in the beginning, believing he could cure everyone who walked into his office.
He couldn't, and he certainly couldn't help Yoochun - he was too far gone - too far gone to save. One night, Yoochun just - snapped.
Naked, his hands tied behind him, Yoochun played with Yunho's body. Sucking him off into an erection he didn't want, biting him in places that made him cry out loud, touching him in places that made him want to puke.
DO AS I SAY, and I promise. I won't kill you.
"But I didn't!" Yoochun exclaimed, his eyes shot open with fear and desperation. "I didn't mean to hurt you Yunho-ah. I didn't want to hurt you." He said, his voice growing faint.
That night, Yunho was saved by Yoochun's agent who came just in time. Just before Yoochun took Yunho raw, just before Yoochun could shatter Yunho's life
You are all I have Yunho-ah, you promised me - you would cure me - You lied?
"Why are you here Yoochun." Yunho asked again, his voice harder than he meant it to be. Yunho tried to cling onto any kind of control he could muster up.
Yoochun's face grew tired, as if aging before him - Yunho could only look away. Yoochun looked at his hands, the hands of a god. The hands that some would sell their lungs for. "I was worried about you." Yoochun said softly, but something about the tone was strange, somewhat eerie. It made Yunho shiver as he felt something crawl into his skin.
"Yoochun -" Yunho started, indecisive.
"You stopped calling, stopped texting." Yoochun looked up. Yunho saw the younger man return his look with a level gaze. A half smirk on his face.
"What are you talking about?" Yunho peered at the man, his eyes hot and strained.
"I was curious as to who was calling and texting my lover, and why he was always so hesitant upon seeing that call, or that message." Yoochun laughed,
"It was surprising, you know. Seeing your name in his phone. Reading your messages and seeing how many times a day you called. I would think - you loved him."
LoverLoverLoverLoverLover - Lover.
"You would have thought right." Yunho choked, and Yoochun curled his upper lip into a sneer. "I thought you didn't fuck patient's." Yoochun pressed.
"Yoochun. Please, get out." Yunho sighed, tearing his eyes away from the younger man.
"He's amazing isn't he? The way he sucks you in." Yoochun's crooked grin widened, "how he can just take your cock in - in one go, and grip you. Oh, he gives me great orgasms. Just having him scream my name makes me hard."
Immediately, Yunho was up on his feet, his palms slamming onto the desk. He glared at Yoochun, a look of resent present on his face. He turned away from the man and walked to the window as tears blurred the vision of the taller building across the street.
"Yunho-ah." The younger mans voice came up behind him as his arms snaked around Yunho's waist. His chest pressed up against Yunho's back, his chin rested on Yunho's shoulder, "I could have given you everything JaeJoong did. If you had let me."
Yunho tore away from Yoochun's grip, pushing the younger man away from him, "You couldn't." Yunho was cold, and it stabbed Yoochun hard in the chest.
"Why!" Yoochun demanded with a scowl, "what could you have possibly wanted from a slut?!"
Before Yunho knew it, his arm flew up, his fisted hand meeting the younger man's jaw. "Don't ever call him that again." Yoochun chuckled, one hand on his cheek - his smile fading. "Something tells me you don't know anything about my lover." Yoochun licked his lips. "Something tells me he hasn't told you about his mother."
Yoochun smiled. Yunho stopped breathing.
"And how the crack loving whore sold her own son to the industry."
Yoochun's eyes gleamed again. Yunho couldn't breath - his heart pounding - pounding - pounding.
"You know Yunho, not everyone has it lucky in our world. Some people get in with great agents, great management - some have a list of producers they have to sleep with to secure their profile. Did JaeJoong tell you, he was one of those who got the weekly list?"
Yoochun cocked an eyebrow. Yunho staggered backwards.
"You shouldn't want someone like him Yunho-ah, someone that would give away his body like he did."
"It - it wasn't his fault!" Yunho could feel the pressure behind his eyes. He wanted to cry, wanted scream out his rage. How stupid of him, why couldn't he see it - see how his Jaebaby was hurting.
"Stop fooling yourself!" Yoochun screamed, pushing Yunho in the chest. "Wake up and realize it was just fucking to him. If he loved you - wouldn't he trust you enough to tell you his past, wouldn't he trust you? Like I did, Yunho-ah."
He - he didn't trust - me . . . why didn't you trust me Jae?
"Get out!" Yunho screamed, his hands clenching and unclenching as his teeth gnashed together.
"My lover, is a slut. Isn't he?" Yoochun mocked as he walked towards Yunho's desk, taking hold of Bae's framed picture and throwing it into the garbage. "Bae - didn't you also use her as an excuse not to love me?"
With that, he walked away satisfied, he paused, turning around, tears in his eyes, "I always loved you Yunho-ah." Then he was gone. Leaving Yunho to crumble to the floor to weep. Yoochun re-opened old wounds that Yunho thought had healed, becoming painless scars - painless scars to remember JaeJoong by.
Yunho was welcomed home with the smell of Kimchi and cooked barbeque meat. "Yun Oppa!" Bae said coming from the kitchen wearing a pink apron and a wide smile that quickly vanished upon seeing Yunho, "have you been drinking - Oppa?"
"Only half a cup Bae. Only half a cup." He didn't lie.
"Oppa, what's wrong?" Bae asked, her fingers clumsily stroking Yunho's cheeks.
He looked down at his beauty, his friend, his girlfriend and all he could feel was hurt. Hurt that he couldn't help JaeJoong, that he couldn't find JaeJoong and take him into his arms and tell him it was okay. Because he failed him, he failed everyone he promised he would take care of.
I'll do right by you Bae.
Slowly, he leveled with her, as he pressed his lips onto hers softly, he pulled away and stroked her head. Her hands flew to her mouth in surprise.
"Bae, do you trust me, With everything you have?" Yunho asked. "Yunho Oppa," Bae looked at him earnestly, "You know you're the only one I have" Yunho looked at his beauty and smiled, stroking away her fly away hairs, he said steadily, "lets get married Bae," as he kissed his beauty deeper.
Little did Yunho know, at that very moment his beast was being rushed to the hospital after being found unconscious on the floor of his Korea suite, an empty bottle of sleeping pills laying beside him.
//
This is as raw as it's going to get darling's! I really didn't have time to go into a frenzy with editing, since work has been hectic, and I have sadly fallen sick yet again. Yeah I know right? Fuck my weak immune system. So if you see grammatical errors, and spelling mistakes - I'm madly sorry! I really didn't have time.
So let's keep trucking? As you can see, I'm really pushing forward with everything, and you can really tell I'm lacking in something *grins- Basically, my descriptions and so on are kinda -ehhhhh. I also really didn't get into Yoochun too much, but you get the jist that something is off with the boy. I really don't say what's wrong with him, but I'm leaning towards bi-polar.
Comments are ♥
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