Your Move Finale - 15
Yoochun frowned and instantly felt his heart break, he hates seeing Junsu cry because the boy was always so strong. “God, Junsu,” his hand moved down to grasped onto the slender fingers. “Don’t cry.”
The other jerked away angrily and glared at him through teary eyes, “Shut up Yoochun. Leave me the hell alone!”
Junsu wiped the remainder of his tears and fell back against his seat. A sigh escaped his lips and he tried to concentrate on calming himself down. His eyes avoided Yoochun as he closed them for a nap. The CEO kept his eyes on Junsu though, even when he had drifted off to somewhere Yoochun can’t get to.
Very slowly, he reached over and molded his fingers around Junsu’s right cheek; it was warm and tainted with tears. Yoochun didn’t care if he got caught; he’s dying to kiss this boy. And he did just that, leaned over carefully and pressed his lips against Junsu’s.
***
“Stop stalking me,” Junsu hissed looking around for his uncle.
“I can if I want, America is a free country,” Yoochun smirked, “I’ve stalked you here and now I’m going to keep stalking you.”
“You’re not an American citizen stupid,” the younger male rolled his eyes and noticed a neon green poster board with ‘Junsu Kim’ written in Hangul.
***
The ride home was awkward, Junsu didn’t know whether it was because he’s new or his uncle doesn’t want to talk. When he opened the door a cold atmosphere hit him. “Changmin!” His uncle called out, “Junsu’s here!” He then turned to Junsu and smiled, “I’ve got work, Changmin will show you around and your aunt will be home soon.”
Junsu gave him a little bow at the door before turning around to face the tallest person he had ever seen; well perhaps just an exaggeration.
“Hey there cousin,” Changmin greeted in perfect English and Junsu chuckled coldly.
Changmin moved towards him with a weird smirk, “What’s wrong? Don’t understand?” he asked towering over his cousin.
Junsu backed up against the front door and furrowed his brows, “Ne?”
The taller boy laughed and stared Junsu up and down.
“Uncle said you’d show me my room,” Junsu said in annoyance.
“What room?” he finally spoke Korean.
Feeling foreign, Junsu thinned out his lips, “I’m really tired Changmin, I’ll call your dad if you insist on being a brat.”
Changmin immediately shoved him on one shoulder, “Who’s the brat here? I’m not the one being sent away.”
He knew better than that but caught up in the momentum Junsu shoved his cousin back. They instantly broke out into a fight until a very loud and obnoxious knocking separated the two.
“Junsu?” Changmin was greeted with an unfamiliar face as soon as he opened the door.
“Yoochun?” Junsu cried nudging Changmin over to see the CEO.
“Junsu come stay with me if this boy is being rude to you.”
“Are you crazy?” Junsu asked and stole a glance at Changmin, “We get along great.”
“Uh,” Changmin suddenly interrupted, “Who are you?” he pointed.
Before Junsu can give a proper answer Yoochun had already spoken up for him, “I’m his boyfriend.”
“His boyfriend?” the youngest one asked bewildered, “You brought your boyfriend with you too?” he turned to ask.
“No!”
“Yes!”
***
“Bathroom, hallway, my room; restricted, parents’,” Changmin stopped at the guest room, “Guest room,” he opened the door, “And absolutely no sex on the bed.”
Yoochun smiled, hand in hand with Junsu who gritted his teeth angrily.
Changmin sighed and left the two alone.
“Is this funny to you?” Junsu asked, closing the door and wiggling out of his grip.
“No.”
He punched Yoochun in the arm, hard.
“Junsu please give me another chance,” he moved closer.
“What chance?” Junsu asked feeling close to tears again, “You bastard.”
“I know I was wrong to use you. I didn’t realize that I needed you so bad,” Yoochun confessed, “It was out of plan and I think about it everyday. I want to make it up to you. I know you’re hurt and it hurts me too.”
Junsu laughed bitterly and ignored his eyes, “You’re hurt?”
“I am. I’ve called you everyday. I wanted to forget but I can’t,” Yoochun lips shook, “Junsu, damn it,” he latched onto his shoulders. “When I saw you cry like that running away that day I was so lost,” those warm brown eyes returned his affections, “I felt like I just broke the most fragile thing in my life.”
“YAH!!! JUNSU! I’M HUNGRY!”
The two almost jumped at the frightening voice from outside the door. “I came to live here not to be your slave!” Junsu turned his head to reply.
Yoochun held his chin and turned his face back trying to ignore the other, “Junsu, let’s get married.”
“What?”
“YAH!!!”
“I’m serious, let’s do it.”
“I have school! My Dad hates your guts.”
“He might find it beneficial if we merge companies. Let’s go talk to your Dad,” Yoochun pleaded.
“No,” Junsu quickly disagreed, “Unless you want to die.”
“I’ll do anything for you,” the other smiled.
“HUNGRY!!!”
***
Yoochun found Junsu days later walking unevenly next to Changmin, he no longer wore the traditional Korean uniform but decked in regular jeans and a bright orange T-shirt. Changmin shoved Junsu and scoffed; Junsu shoved him back and yelled something until they saw Yoochun leaning against his car.
Changmin left them to walk home alone and Junsu remained rooted to the ground as the other approached him, “Joy ride anyone?” Yoochun dangled the keys in front of him and before he can tell what he did wrong, Junsu was already into tears.
***
Yoochun ordered for Junsu in almost perfect English and waited until the juice reached Junsu’s hand before he opened his mouth, “What’s wrong?”
“It sucks, Yoochun,” Junsu palmed the cool glass between his hands, his eyes settled on the drink, “I don’t know English, it’s hard to get around, I feel all foreign.” He frowned as Junsu slipped exhaled noisily, “I wish I can have my old life back, before I met you.”
Their eyes met for only a second before Yoochun covered his mouth uncomfortably and looked away, “I think we should get you home before your aunt worries.”
***
Jaejoong chuckled feeling Yunho’s lips urgently nipping at the sensitive skin on his neck and collarbone, “Look!” Jaejoong shoved him back, “We look good,” he pointed to the magazine cover.
Yunho pressed himself closer against Jaejoong on the couch and bit his right ear, “I have a surprise for you, to congratulate your modeling success,” he said, slight sarcasm decorated his words.
“What?”
He pulled himself together and sat on lightly on Jaejoong’s thighs although his knees on each side supported most of his weight. Yunho reached back and undid the chain on his necklace, he held it in front of them and Jaejoong noticed a plain gold ring dangling off. “It’s not much,” Yunho admits, “I suck at these things…”
Jaejoong eye’s trembled nervously, his heart raced a hundred times faster when Yunho reached to put the necklace onto him. The new piece of jewelry felt cool against his skin but Yunho warmed it all up with a hug, “Marry me, Kim Jaejoong. I’ll make you happy.”
Jaejoong hugged him back tightly but doesn’t reply, confused that tears burnt into his eyes for the first time in the presence of Yunho. His boyfriend pulled away and looked at him with a smile, his thumb stroked Jaejoong’s cheek. “Say something.”
He laughed half heartedly at Yunho’s cheekiness, “Of course!”
Their lips closed over each other’s in a passionate kiss, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“You better watch out Jung Yunho,” Jaejoong threatened, “If you break your promise I’ll turn into an abusive husband.”
“You’re funny, you small, lovable man,” Yunho ran his fingers into Jaejoong’s hair who pouted.
“You don’t think I can beat the shit out of you?”
“Of course you can,” Yunho sigh defeated and kissed him again.
***
It was a few days later that Junsu received the most shocking surprise in his life. A huge banner hung across the wall outside of his school, the red letters read: “Park Junsu, let’s start over because I love you.”
Changmin gasped, “Shameful, look at the cliché!” he turned to his cousin who paused, his lips hung open. Changmin patted his back, “At least he didn’t write it in English for the world to see.”
“Yah!” Yoochun stood a distance in their view and waved to Junsu.
“Since when is my name Park?” Junsu felt flames of excitement burnt into chest and settled at his stomach, he ran across the street into Yoochun’s arms.
“It’s written all over your face.”
Junsu pulled him down and kissed him, hard. It was the first time in such a long time that they’ve gotten a taste of each other. Junsu couldn’t help himself but bite Yoochun’s lower lips, sucking in delight. “I’m here,” Yoochun whispered, “I’ll help you.”
“My dad-”
“Appa said that it was okay, I flew back to talk to him.”
“What?” Junsu ran both hands all over Yoochun’s body with a worried expression, “What did he do to you?”
“Nothing,” Yoochun laughed taking hostage of both his wrists and set them over his chest, “I said I wanted a trade.”
“What trade?”
“For Junsu,” Junsu whacked his head immediately.
“Am I a thing?”
“My thing,” Yoochun wrapped his arms around the slender waist to and pulled him in closer.
Junsu rolled his eyes, “What did you trade?”
“I’ll never tell you.”
Junsu whined.
“I’m saving this secret for only my wife,” he took Junsu’s hand, slipped a ring on easily and kissed its place. “Be mine forever…”
The younger male pushed his head with the tip of his finger, annoyed that he said ‘wife’ but kissed him again right after. Yoochun didn’t need to hear his voice because his heart was already beating yes.
***
The heart has already surrendered; Your Move, the end.
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The other jerked away angrily and glared at him through teary eyes, “Shut up Yoochun. Leave me the hell alone!”
Junsu wiped the remainder of his tears and fell back against his seat. A sigh escaped his lips and he tried to concentrate on calming himself down. His eyes avoided Yoochun as he closed them for a nap. The CEO kept his eyes on Junsu though, even when he had drifted off to somewhere Yoochun can’t get to.
Very slowly, he reached over and molded his fingers around Junsu’s right cheek; it was warm and tainted with tears. Yoochun didn’t care if he got caught; he’s dying to kiss this boy. And he did just that, leaned over carefully and pressed his lips against Junsu’s.
***
“Stop stalking me,” Junsu hissed looking around for his uncle.
“I can if I want, America is a free country,” Yoochun smirked, “I’ve stalked you here and now I’m going to keep stalking you.”
“You’re not an American citizen stupid,” the younger male rolled his eyes and noticed a neon green poster board with ‘Junsu Kim’ written in Hangul.
***
The ride home was awkward, Junsu didn’t know whether it was because he’s new or his uncle doesn’t want to talk. When he opened the door a cold atmosphere hit him. “Changmin!” His uncle called out, “Junsu’s here!” He then turned to Junsu and smiled, “I’ve got work, Changmin will show you around and your aunt will be home soon.”
Junsu gave him a little bow at the door before turning around to face the tallest person he had ever seen; well perhaps just an exaggeration.
“Hey there cousin,” Changmin greeted in perfect English and Junsu chuckled coldly.
Changmin moved towards him with a weird smirk, “What’s wrong? Don’t understand?” he asked towering over his cousin.
Junsu backed up against the front door and furrowed his brows, “Ne?”
The taller boy laughed and stared Junsu up and down.
“Uncle said you’d show me my room,” Junsu said in annoyance.
“What room?” he finally spoke Korean.
Feeling foreign, Junsu thinned out his lips, “I’m really tired Changmin, I’ll call your dad if you insist on being a brat.”
Changmin immediately shoved him on one shoulder, “Who’s the brat here? I’m not the one being sent away.”
He knew better than that but caught up in the momentum Junsu shoved his cousin back. They instantly broke out into a fight until a very loud and obnoxious knocking separated the two.
“Junsu?” Changmin was greeted with an unfamiliar face as soon as he opened the door.
“Yoochun?” Junsu cried nudging Changmin over to see the CEO.
“Junsu come stay with me if this boy is being rude to you.”
“Are you crazy?” Junsu asked and stole a glance at Changmin, “We get along great.”
“Uh,” Changmin suddenly interrupted, “Who are you?” he pointed.
Before Junsu can give a proper answer Yoochun had already spoken up for him, “I’m his boyfriend.”
“His boyfriend?” the youngest one asked bewildered, “You brought your boyfriend with you too?” he turned to ask.
“No!”
“Yes!”
***
“Bathroom, hallway, my room; restricted, parents’,” Changmin stopped at the guest room, “Guest room,” he opened the door, “And absolutely no sex on the bed.”
Yoochun smiled, hand in hand with Junsu who gritted his teeth angrily.
Changmin sighed and left the two alone.
“Is this funny to you?” Junsu asked, closing the door and wiggling out of his grip.
“No.”
He punched Yoochun in the arm, hard.
“Junsu please give me another chance,” he moved closer.
“What chance?” Junsu asked feeling close to tears again, “You bastard.”
“I know I was wrong to use you. I didn’t realize that I needed you so bad,” Yoochun confessed, “It was out of plan and I think about it everyday. I want to make it up to you. I know you’re hurt and it hurts me too.”
Junsu laughed bitterly and ignored his eyes, “You’re hurt?”
“I am. I’ve called you everyday. I wanted to forget but I can’t,” Yoochun lips shook, “Junsu, damn it,” he latched onto his shoulders. “When I saw you cry like that running away that day I was so lost,” those warm brown eyes returned his affections, “I felt like I just broke the most fragile thing in my life.”
“YAH!!! JUNSU! I’M HUNGRY!”
The two almost jumped at the frightening voice from outside the door. “I came to live here not to be your slave!” Junsu turned his head to reply.
Yoochun held his chin and turned his face back trying to ignore the other, “Junsu, let’s get married.”
“What?”
“YAH!!!”
“I’m serious, let’s do it.”
“I have school! My Dad hates your guts.”
“He might find it beneficial if we merge companies. Let’s go talk to your Dad,” Yoochun pleaded.
“No,” Junsu quickly disagreed, “Unless you want to die.”
“I’ll do anything for you,” the other smiled.
“HUNGRY!!!”
***
Yoochun found Junsu days later walking unevenly next to Changmin, he no longer wore the traditional Korean uniform but decked in regular jeans and a bright orange T-shirt. Changmin shoved Junsu and scoffed; Junsu shoved him back and yelled something until they saw Yoochun leaning against his car.
Changmin left them to walk home alone and Junsu remained rooted to the ground as the other approached him, “Joy ride anyone?” Yoochun dangled the keys in front of him and before he can tell what he did wrong, Junsu was already into tears.
***
Yoochun ordered for Junsu in almost perfect English and waited until the juice reached Junsu’s hand before he opened his mouth, “What’s wrong?”
“It sucks, Yoochun,” Junsu palmed the cool glass between his hands, his eyes settled on the drink, “I don’t know English, it’s hard to get around, I feel all foreign.” He frowned as Junsu slipped exhaled noisily, “I wish I can have my old life back, before I met you.”
Their eyes met for only a second before Yoochun covered his mouth uncomfortably and looked away, “I think we should get you home before your aunt worries.”
***
Jaejoong chuckled feeling Yunho’s lips urgently nipping at the sensitive skin on his neck and collarbone, “Look!” Jaejoong shoved him back, “We look good,” he pointed to the magazine cover.
Yunho pressed himself closer against Jaejoong on the couch and bit his right ear, “I have a surprise for you, to congratulate your modeling success,” he said, slight sarcasm decorated his words.
“What?”
He pulled himself together and sat on lightly on Jaejoong’s thighs although his knees on each side supported most of his weight. Yunho reached back and undid the chain on his necklace, he held it in front of them and Jaejoong noticed a plain gold ring dangling off. “It’s not much,” Yunho admits, “I suck at these things…”
Jaejoong eye’s trembled nervously, his heart raced a hundred times faster when Yunho reached to put the necklace onto him. The new piece of jewelry felt cool against his skin but Yunho warmed it all up with a hug, “Marry me, Kim Jaejoong. I’ll make you happy.”
Jaejoong hugged him back tightly but doesn’t reply, confused that tears burnt into his eyes for the first time in the presence of Yunho. His boyfriend pulled away and looked at him with a smile, his thumb stroked Jaejoong’s cheek. “Say something.”
He laughed half heartedly at Yunho’s cheekiness, “Of course!”
Their lips closed over each other’s in a passionate kiss, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“You better watch out Jung Yunho,” Jaejoong threatened, “If you break your promise I’ll turn into an abusive husband.”
“You’re funny, you small, lovable man,” Yunho ran his fingers into Jaejoong’s hair who pouted.
“You don’t think I can beat the shit out of you?”
“Of course you can,” Yunho sigh defeated and kissed him again.
***
It was a few days later that Junsu received the most shocking surprise in his life. A huge banner hung across the wall outside of his school, the red letters read: “Park Junsu, let’s start over because I love you.”
Changmin gasped, “Shameful, look at the cliché!” he turned to his cousin who paused, his lips hung open. Changmin patted his back, “At least he didn’t write it in English for the world to see.”
“Yah!” Yoochun stood a distance in their view and waved to Junsu.
“Since when is my name Park?” Junsu felt flames of excitement burnt into chest and settled at his stomach, he ran across the street into Yoochun’s arms.
“It’s written all over your face.”
Junsu pulled him down and kissed him, hard. It was the first time in such a long time that they’ve gotten a taste of each other. Junsu couldn’t help himself but bite Yoochun’s lower lips, sucking in delight. “I’m here,” Yoochun whispered, “I’ll help you.”
“My dad-”
“Appa said that it was okay, I flew back to talk to him.”
“What?” Junsu ran both hands all over Yoochun’s body with a worried expression, “What did he do to you?”
“Nothing,” Yoochun laughed taking hostage of both his wrists and set them over his chest, “I said I wanted a trade.”
“What trade?”
“For Junsu,” Junsu whacked his head immediately.
“Am I a thing?”
“My thing,” Yoochun wrapped his arms around the slender waist to and pulled him in closer.
Junsu rolled his eyes, “What did you trade?”
“I’ll never tell you.”
Junsu whined.
“I’m saving this secret for only my wife,” he took Junsu’s hand, slipped a ring on easily and kissed its place. “Be mine forever…”
The younger male pushed his head with the tip of his finger, annoyed that he said ‘wife’ but kissed him again right after. Yoochun didn’t need to hear his voice because his heart was already beating yes.
***
The heart has already surrendered; Your Move, the end.
`
OMG CAN I SPAZZ FOR A MOMENT?! What to say? Homg this is it! It's the ending T_T Thank you dearests for supporting me through this story, I know I say it so many times that it won't hurt to say again: without you guys I'd never be able to complete this story. Shout out to
p.s. downloads will be up by the end of this week, and your move 2 should be out soon too (^^)v
usagi_bara , happy early birthday dear<3 This is for you. THANK YOU AGAIN! and I'm sorry for the long wait.