Devil of My Heart - 3
Title: Devil of My Heart
Pairings: Yoosu & other DBSK
Rating: PG13 to R
Chapters: ?
Summary: Born in poverty Junsu was sold away to become a slave, but he was tempted by his Young Master Yoochun into passions he would never forget. Who knew their love could grow so strong under the pressure of Yoochun's intolerance family? Worse yet, Yoochun is about to become a married man.
Plotbunny: veggieincoma
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
“Yah! You freak!” Min Sook fierce glare pinned into him as he came running towards her. “Are you deaf or something? I’ve been calling all morning!”
“I-I’m sorry,” Junsu replied gently pacing to her now.
“The kitchen floor is a mess, go wash it huh?” she folded her arms across her chest and twitched her lips. “If you do a good job, I might consider letting you have dinner tonight,” with a flip of the hair and cock of the face she spun around and walked away.
He bows keeping his head and waited for her to completely disappear. Giving out a sigh he slowly made his way to the kitchen, Yoochun’s face swamping his thoughts.
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After filling the wooden bucket with water Junsu lifted it up with both hands and carried it to the door. He grunts finding it a bit heavy and affected his balance as he walks. Missing the steps as he put his feet inside the door Junsu tripped, his body swinging forward and the bucket went flying. “Oh no!” he gasps now on the ground as he watches the water spill out soaking up the tables and floor then the bucket knocked down Min Sook’s bird’s nest.
He buried his face into his arms still lying on the ground, his stomach pressed against the hard floor and he winced knowing trouble will soon arrive. “WHAT IN THE WORLD?!” he heard Min Sook’s voice not too long after. “YAHHH!!!” her scream shook the whole house. “My bird’s nest! Oh I’m so mad!”
She stomped over to the boy kicked him, hard too. “How could you do such a thing? All I said was to wash the floor! What is so hard about that huh?” she repeatedly drove her foot into his side, aimlessly bruising on top of his ribcage.
Junsu bit his lips, his face red and a fresh layer of tears coated his eyes. Because he’s hurt, because he hates this, because he wants to escape. As he felt the kicking subsided he slowly pulled himself up from the ground and stared at Min Sook, tears leaking.
Her eyes bulged out and her vein pulsed, “Crying?! Why on earth are you crying? I’m the victim here! You know how much that costs?” her fingers directed at the spill. She kicked him again in the shoulders. “That’s it! I’m going to kill you!” she exclaims looking around the kitchen for something.
Min Sook’s breathing came heavy and low as her eyes narrowed the boiling pot on the stove. She quickly grabbed the handle and turned to Junsu. “I so sorry,” he cries, backing up away with his hands.
“Sorry?” she croaked a laugh, “Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it,” her feet nimbly pace itself to him. His brows furrowed looking at the steam rising from the pot. When he bumped into the table in the back he knew he could no longer back up and stared helplessly.
Min Sook stopped in front of him and lifted the pot. Junsu closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around himself. “Worthless piece of--”
“Yah,” a hand held her back knocking the pot the other direction. A rush of relief ran through him. Looking up he saw Yoochun, the man composed so calmly that it was almost scary. “Noona, didn’t I say Junsu is following me now?”
Min Sook pulled her hand away from his grip and grunts, “A worthless piece of crap like him is not worth your time Yoochun-ah.” She eyed Junsu. “Watch out huh?” she threatens dusting her dress and walked away.
Junsu watches her back as Yoochun gazed at him, then his eyes slowly averted to the Young Master’s. Scared and embarrassed at the same time but he straightened up and grabbed for a towel planning on cleaning the mess up. “Crazy?!” A hand reached out and jerked him up by the arm. “How long do you insist on stay here? Until she comes back?” His deep voice rumbles angrily.
Yoochun needn’t a reply but hastily yanks the boy out from the kitchen and hauled him along. “Young Master, I--” Another hard pull and he shuts up. He managed to drag Junsu to his room, kicking the door open and shoving the boy inside.
Junsu turned around to find Yoochun closing the door behind him. “Ah, I-I need..need to go black and clean,” he explained, finding it awkward and a bit frightening.
“You, sit down,” Yoochun said walking pass him and to a drawer digging through its contents. Junsu froze, eyes following his actions. He came back setting a bottle on the rounded table and grabbed Junsu’s wrist. “Yah, I said sit down!”
He sat.
Yoochun’s nimble fingers undid his ropes and had Junsu fidgeting, “Uh-umm..” his voice cracked trying to get a hold of Yoochun’s hand working on his clothes.
“Sit still won’t you?” Yoochun demanded.
“Wh..what are ..yo-you doing?” A cold hand ran up his stomach, Junsu sucked in a gasp. Yoochun managed to pull the top off and set it on the table.
“I have rubbing alcohol,” he told Junsu bending low to kiss a bruise near his stomach. He furrowed his brows and swallowed a whimper as Yoochun grabbed for the bottle and spill out a small amount of liquid, rubbed his hands together and slid it slowly up the boy’s sides.
His thumbs and fingers wrapped about the tiny waist sliding easily up and down adding a bit more pressure each time it did. Junsu held both of Yoochun’s arms softly and closed his eyes throwing his head back.
For the first time in his life besides getting sick he could feel his skin flaming up burning to the flesh and bones underneath. His heart quickly raced against itself and he felt a strange tingly feeling. Junsu couldn’t help but let out a groan, however it was quickly swallowed by Yoochun’s lips.
He didn’t pull back or ask him to stop, instead his arms came up to wrap around Yoochun’s neck, eyes still closed as he felt himself being picked onto and set down on the table. They exchanged hot breaths and saliva as their tongues battle, both inexperienced because of their young age. But that doesn’t mean Yoochun can’t be the damn best kisser in the world, Junsu decided.
He gasps and Yoochun bit his bottom lip sucking on the plump sweetness he bruised this morning; swallowing every moan Junsu ever made. Pulling back he received a small whine but noticed that Junsu’s face was flushed, hot and red. His small frame molded perfectly into his hands and Yoochun smiled catching the exhausted boy before he fell backwards.
His lips swoop down to kiss Junsu’s jaw line leaving a wet trail down to his neck and collar bone. He felt fingers dug into his hair and another moan escaped Junsu’s lips. Yoochun’s face slide against Junsu as he pants and pulled closer to his ear, “You’re so precious,” he told the young boy in a small whisper. “I can’t wait until your injuries are healed, I need your body so bad,”
Junsu closed his eyes again and gently gave into the hug his Young Master provided, feeling warmth and security for the first time that he came into the household.
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Pairings: Yoosu & other DBSK
Rating: PG13 to R
Chapters: ?
Summary: Born in poverty Junsu was sold away to become a slave, but he was tempted by his Young Master Yoochun into passions he would never forget. Who knew their love could grow so strong under the pressure of Yoochun's intolerance family? Worse yet, Yoochun is about to become a married man.
Plotbunny: veggieincoma
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
“Yah! You freak!” Min Sook fierce glare pinned into him as he came running towards her. “Are you deaf or something? I’ve been calling all morning!”
“I-I’m sorry,” Junsu replied gently pacing to her now.
“The kitchen floor is a mess, go wash it huh?” she folded her arms across her chest and twitched her lips. “If you do a good job, I might consider letting you have dinner tonight,” with a flip of the hair and cock of the face she spun around and walked away.
He bows keeping his head and waited for her to completely disappear. Giving out a sigh he slowly made his way to the kitchen, Yoochun’s face swamping his thoughts.
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After filling the wooden bucket with water Junsu lifted it up with both hands and carried it to the door. He grunts finding it a bit heavy and affected his balance as he walks. Missing the steps as he put his feet inside the door Junsu tripped, his body swinging forward and the bucket went flying. “Oh no!” he gasps now on the ground as he watches the water spill out soaking up the tables and floor then the bucket knocked down Min Sook’s bird’s nest.
He buried his face into his arms still lying on the ground, his stomach pressed against the hard floor and he winced knowing trouble will soon arrive. “WHAT IN THE WORLD?!” he heard Min Sook’s voice not too long after. “YAHHH!!!” her scream shook the whole house. “My bird’s nest! Oh I’m so mad!”
She stomped over to the boy kicked him, hard too. “How could you do such a thing? All I said was to wash the floor! What is so hard about that huh?” she repeatedly drove her foot into his side, aimlessly bruising on top of his ribcage.
Junsu bit his lips, his face red and a fresh layer of tears coated his eyes. Because he’s hurt, because he hates this, because he wants to escape. As he felt the kicking subsided he slowly pulled himself up from the ground and stared at Min Sook, tears leaking.
Her eyes bulged out and her vein pulsed, “Crying?! Why on earth are you crying? I’m the victim here! You know how much that costs?” her fingers directed at the spill. She kicked him again in the shoulders. “That’s it! I’m going to kill you!” she exclaims looking around the kitchen for something.
Min Sook’s breathing came heavy and low as her eyes narrowed the boiling pot on the stove. She quickly grabbed the handle and turned to Junsu. “I so sorry,” he cries, backing up away with his hands.
“Sorry?” she croaked a laugh, “Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it,” her feet nimbly pace itself to him. His brows furrowed looking at the steam rising from the pot. When he bumped into the table in the back he knew he could no longer back up and stared helplessly.
Min Sook stopped in front of him and lifted the pot. Junsu closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around himself. “Worthless piece of--”
“Yah,” a hand held her back knocking the pot the other direction. A rush of relief ran through him. Looking up he saw Yoochun, the man composed so calmly that it was almost scary. “Noona, didn’t I say Junsu is following me now?”
Min Sook pulled her hand away from his grip and grunts, “A worthless piece of crap like him is not worth your time Yoochun-ah.” She eyed Junsu. “Watch out huh?” she threatens dusting her dress and walked away.
Junsu watches her back as Yoochun gazed at him, then his eyes slowly averted to the Young Master’s. Scared and embarrassed at the same time but he straightened up and grabbed for a towel planning on cleaning the mess up. “Crazy?!” A hand reached out and jerked him up by the arm. “How long do you insist on stay here? Until she comes back?” His deep voice rumbles angrily.
Yoochun needn’t a reply but hastily yanks the boy out from the kitchen and hauled him along. “Young Master, I--” Another hard pull and he shuts up. He managed to drag Junsu to his room, kicking the door open and shoving the boy inside.
Junsu turned around to find Yoochun closing the door behind him. “Ah, I-I need..need to go black and clean,” he explained, finding it awkward and a bit frightening.
“You, sit down,” Yoochun said walking pass him and to a drawer digging through its contents. Junsu froze, eyes following his actions. He came back setting a bottle on the rounded table and grabbed Junsu’s wrist. “Yah, I said sit down!”
He sat.
Yoochun’s nimble fingers undid his ropes and had Junsu fidgeting, “Uh-umm..” his voice cracked trying to get a hold of Yoochun’s hand working on his clothes.
“Sit still won’t you?” Yoochun demanded.
“Wh..what are ..yo-you doing?” A cold hand ran up his stomach, Junsu sucked in a gasp. Yoochun managed to pull the top off and set it on the table.
“I have rubbing alcohol,” he told Junsu bending low to kiss a bruise near his stomach. He furrowed his brows and swallowed a whimper as Yoochun grabbed for the bottle and spill out a small amount of liquid, rubbed his hands together and slid it slowly up the boy’s sides.
His thumbs and fingers wrapped about the tiny waist sliding easily up and down adding a bit more pressure each time it did. Junsu held both of Yoochun’s arms softly and closed his eyes throwing his head back.
For the first time in his life besides getting sick he could feel his skin flaming up burning to the flesh and bones underneath. His heart quickly raced against itself and he felt a strange tingly feeling. Junsu couldn’t help but let out a groan, however it was quickly swallowed by Yoochun’s lips.
He didn’t pull back or ask him to stop, instead his arms came up to wrap around Yoochun’s neck, eyes still closed as he felt himself being picked onto and set down on the table. They exchanged hot breaths and saliva as their tongues battle, both inexperienced because of their young age. But that doesn’t mean Yoochun can’t be the damn best kisser in the world, Junsu decided.
He gasps and Yoochun bit his bottom lip sucking on the plump sweetness he bruised this morning; swallowing every moan Junsu ever made. Pulling back he received a small whine but noticed that Junsu’s face was flushed, hot and red. His small frame molded perfectly into his hands and Yoochun smiled catching the exhausted boy before he fell backwards.
His lips swoop down to kiss Junsu’s jaw line leaving a wet trail down to his neck and collar bone. He felt fingers dug into his hair and another moan escaped Junsu’s lips. Yoochun’s face slide against Junsu as he pants and pulled closer to his ear, “You’re so precious,” he told the young boy in a small whisper. “I can’t wait until your injuries are healed, I need your body so bad,”
Junsu closed his eyes again and gently gave into the hug his Young Master provided, feeling warmth and security for the first time that he came into the household.
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