At Your Service Finale - 5
Thank God it was a Saturday when they wake that morning, messily bundle into Junsu’s limited sheets and cuddling in his small bed. Yunho is studying the marks on his right hand with concentration. The teeth marks sinks into his flesh hard, so hard that he thought he skin was going to break. He only realizes that Junsu is awake when the small frame reaches up to touch Yunho’s wrist, “Sorry,” he says, sliding-if possible-even closer to him.
“There’s going to be a scar you know?” Yunho tells him making Junsu feel worse than he already is feeling. He untangles himself from Junsu and flips to lay on his stomach, “But I don’t mind,” Yunho mumbles and pulls Junsu’s body into his.
Junsu’s eyebrows curve gently as they stare at each other. A sudden knock at the door shocks the two and breaks their contact, “Junsu! I’m going to work!”
It’s his Dad, Junsu tries to sit up only to discover that he can’t, a displeasing moan escapes his lips as he winces, “Sorry Appa, I stayed up late last night.”
“It’s fine,” the old man sighs and his footsteps begin to fade.
Yunho sits up and helps Junsu against the wall, “Does it hurt?”
“Just a little,” he lies with a small grin, “Tell me hyung,” Junsu holds onto his hands, “Am I dreaming?”
“Idiot.”
He makes out Yunho’s relaxes expression through his blurry vision and smiles, “So we’re good?”
“We’re better than before,” Yunho pushes his hair back and presses a kiss onto his forehead. “And please, don’t ever go to Jaejoong to say stupid stuff like that ever again.”
Realizing by now that Yunho had heard him, Junsu looks down at their hands, “Sorry, I just thought-”
“You thought wrong, it’s over,” his boyfriend breathes out, “I loved Jaejoong because I understand him, but when Junsu understands me, it makes me love him more.”
He blushes and bites the inside of his mouth.
“What I’m saying is I’ll never stop loving Jaejoong because he’s still my friend, it’s just different now,” Yunho pauses and leans closer to Junsu who rests against the wall, “It’s different from the love I have for you.”
Junsu can hear his own heart pounds, beating so fast that he imagines it leaping out of his chest, “Yunho…” Feeling brave, Junsu eliminates the small gap between them by initiating a kiss. It only takes a second for Yunho to respond, pressing his body closer and pulling Junsu deeper into the kiss. His tongue slides to caress Junsu’s tongue, who has, by now, mastered the art of frenching. For a few more seconds their kiss heats up, they move faster as hands began to roam.
Yunho slows down and pulls away gently, not missing the small but visible pout on Junsu’s wet lips, “Sorry,” he quickly apologizes, “It’s just-oh God Junsu-don’t temp me-you’re naked and-shit.”
`
They hold hands the following Monday into a swelling school full of teenage boys. It’s not big news that Jung Yunho and Kim Junsu are dating anymore, no one seems to mind. However Junsu is still distress to see Yoochun, he doesn’t know how Yoochun will take things.
When he and Hyukjae tackles each other down the hall, nearing Junsu’s locker with Yunho still gripping his hand, Junsu shuffles nervously on his feet.
“Say, is that the afterglow of sex I see?” Hyukjae asks after letting go of Yoochun’s shoulders.
The other widens his eyes, “What? You two-”
“Hush!” Junsu almost shrieks. He shoves his free hand into Yoochun’s face whose eyes widens at him.
Yunho laughs, “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s normal right?”
“Right…” Hyukjae gives his friend a light punch.
“Wait…” Yoochun pulls Junsu’s hand away, confused, “I thought that-”
“We’re back together now, Yoochun,” Yunho glares at the other in the eye, “Don’t go randomly touching him anymore.”
Yoochun pouts and grabs for Hyukjae, pulling him down by the shoulders, “Hyukjae would get jealous if I do that, won’t you?”
“What?” the other pouts and tries to pull away, giggling in the process. “You wish.”
Junsu and Yoochun exchange looks for a moment, sharing a bond of understanding, “Thank you,” Junsu mouths before Yunho pulls him completely away.
“Hyung,” Junsu calls as they walk to class (hand in hand). Yunho leans over to his left and Junsu covers his ear, lips brushes across his skin as he whispers, “I love you.”
His boyfriend blushes and covers his face with the other hand, letting a small smile slips into Junsu’s view.
`
“So this is why you have this?” Lina flips Yunho’s wrist over and examines the scar.
Yunho nods, “Yep.”
“WHATTT???” Junsu frowns coming out of the kitchen, “You’re lucky the pot-roast was burning Jung!” he glares and squeezes into the couch.
“It’s such a sweet story,” the girl sighs, eyes looking dreamily lost.
“He lied,” Junsu accuses, “I gave him that because the freaking bastard tried to rape me.”
“Nuh uh!” Yunho gasps, reaching over and grasping a small piece of Junsu’s shirt.
“It’s true!” Junsu pushes back while Lina stares at her babysitter and his boyfriend fight. “Listen to my side of the story, Lina.”
“Ah!” Lina grasps onto her vibrating cell phone, her own boyfriend had finally called, “Maybe another time,” she gets up between the two and dashes to her room.
Yeah maybe another time…
At Your Service, the end.
`
A/N: IT'S THE ENDING! *throws confettis* THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR LOVELY SUPPORT!
PERHAPS WE SHALL HEAR JUNSU'S SIDE LATER...YEAH? =D
“There’s going to be a scar you know?” Yunho tells him making Junsu feel worse than he already is feeling. He untangles himself from Junsu and flips to lay on his stomach, “But I don’t mind,” Yunho mumbles and pulls Junsu’s body into his.
Junsu’s eyebrows curve gently as they stare at each other. A sudden knock at the door shocks the two and breaks their contact, “Junsu! I’m going to work!”
It’s his Dad, Junsu tries to sit up only to discover that he can’t, a displeasing moan escapes his lips as he winces, “Sorry Appa, I stayed up late last night.”
“It’s fine,” the old man sighs and his footsteps begin to fade.
Yunho sits up and helps Junsu against the wall, “Does it hurt?”
“Just a little,” he lies with a small grin, “Tell me hyung,” Junsu holds onto his hands, “Am I dreaming?”
“Idiot.”
He makes out Yunho’s relaxes expression through his blurry vision and smiles, “So we’re good?”
“We’re better than before,” Yunho pushes his hair back and presses a kiss onto his forehead. “And please, don’t ever go to Jaejoong to say stupid stuff like that ever again.”
Realizing by now that Yunho had heard him, Junsu looks down at their hands, “Sorry, I just thought-”
“You thought wrong, it’s over,” his boyfriend breathes out, “I loved Jaejoong because I understand him, but when Junsu understands me, it makes me love him more.”
He blushes and bites the inside of his mouth.
“What I’m saying is I’ll never stop loving Jaejoong because he’s still my friend, it’s just different now,” Yunho pauses and leans closer to Junsu who rests against the wall, “It’s different from the love I have for you.”
Junsu can hear his own heart pounds, beating so fast that he imagines it leaping out of his chest, “Yunho…” Feeling brave, Junsu eliminates the small gap between them by initiating a kiss. It only takes a second for Yunho to respond, pressing his body closer and pulling Junsu deeper into the kiss. His tongue slides to caress Junsu’s tongue, who has, by now, mastered the art of frenching. For a few more seconds their kiss heats up, they move faster as hands began to roam.
Yunho slows down and pulls away gently, not missing the small but visible pout on Junsu’s wet lips, “Sorry,” he quickly apologizes, “It’s just-oh God Junsu-don’t temp me-you’re naked and-shit.”
`
They hold hands the following Monday into a swelling school full of teenage boys. It’s not big news that Jung Yunho and Kim Junsu are dating anymore, no one seems to mind. However Junsu is still distress to see Yoochun, he doesn’t know how Yoochun will take things.
When he and Hyukjae tackles each other down the hall, nearing Junsu’s locker with Yunho still gripping his hand, Junsu shuffles nervously on his feet.
“Say, is that the afterglow of sex I see?” Hyukjae asks after letting go of Yoochun’s shoulders.
The other widens his eyes, “What? You two-”
“Hush!” Junsu almost shrieks. He shoves his free hand into Yoochun’s face whose eyes widens at him.
Yunho laughs, “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s normal right?”
“Right…” Hyukjae gives his friend a light punch.
“Wait…” Yoochun pulls Junsu’s hand away, confused, “I thought that-”
“We’re back together now, Yoochun,” Yunho glares at the other in the eye, “Don’t go randomly touching him anymore.”
Yoochun pouts and grabs for Hyukjae, pulling him down by the shoulders, “Hyukjae would get jealous if I do that, won’t you?”
“What?” the other pouts and tries to pull away, giggling in the process. “You wish.”
Junsu and Yoochun exchange looks for a moment, sharing a bond of understanding, “Thank you,” Junsu mouths before Yunho pulls him completely away.
“Hyung,” Junsu calls as they walk to class (hand in hand). Yunho leans over to his left and Junsu covers his ear, lips brushes across his skin as he whispers, “I love you.”
His boyfriend blushes and covers his face with the other hand, letting a small smile slips into Junsu’s view.
`
“So this is why you have this?” Lina flips Yunho’s wrist over and examines the scar.
Yunho nods, “Yep.”
“WHATTT???” Junsu frowns coming out of the kitchen, “You’re lucky the pot-roast was burning Jung!” he glares and squeezes into the couch.
“It’s such a sweet story,” the girl sighs, eyes looking dreamily lost.
“He lied,” Junsu accuses, “I gave him that because the freaking bastard tried to rape me.”
“Nuh uh!” Yunho gasps, reaching over and grasping a small piece of Junsu’s shirt.
“It’s true!” Junsu pushes back while Lina stares at her babysitter and his boyfriend fight. “Listen to my side of the story, Lina.”
“Ah!” Lina grasps onto her vibrating cell phone, her own boyfriend had finally called, “Maybe another time,” she gets up between the two and dashes to her room.
Yeah maybe another time…
At Your Service, the end.
`
A/N: IT'S THE ENDING! *throws confettis* THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR LOVELY SUPPORT!
PERHAPS WE SHALL HEAR JUNSU'S SIDE LATER...YEAH? =D