Simulation [3/4]
Title: Simulation [3/4]
Pairing: Junseung
Genre: Angst, Horror
Rating: pg13
Summary: Junhyung spends every waking hour with a beautiful boy and someone else controlling his body.
Notes: Okay, so I've decided that the last part will be split into two chapters to make 4 rather than three. Just to clear up any confusion, the italic paragraphs are dream sequences. You should probably understand them by the final one but you'll probably be even more confused until you read the final chapter which is coming soon.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
He falls to the chair with a rush of air from his lungs, hands reaching out to grasp at slender hips. There’s a giggle soon after, high-pitched and unmistakably feminine just above his ear. Painted nails claw at his shirt, tearing buttons in the haste to expose his pale skin and they linger for a moment before drawing a dark red line across the tattoo just below his collarbone. Junhyung groans, hands reaching out for warm flesh but is slapped away as long black hair tickles his nose.
He blinks his eyes rapidly as he wakes up, letting out a soft groan as he realises it’s still too early to be getting up yet. The clock on his nightstand reads a little after 2am. Hyunseung’s soft curls tickle his face and he wrinkles his nose slightly in distaste before pressing his lips against the other’s hairline and turns away. He still has control over his own body at least. Hyunseung shifts against him, bare thighs brushing and he feels himself slowly starting to relax again. ‘Junnie~’ The other sighs in his sleep, fingers twitching against Junhyung’s chest. The dream comes back to him, a faceless girl swimming just out of his vision and he can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more to it.
He tangles a hand into Hyunseung’s hair, the older boy practically purring at the gesture and he chuckles as Hyunseung rubs his jaw against the tattoo on his chest. There are no scratch marks like in his dream and he reminds himself that he’s awake by smoothing a hand down his sleeping lover’s spine. Hyunseung murmurs in his sleep and slings a leg over Junhyung’s. His knees are slightly bony, stabbing at Junhyung’s thighs but he doesn’t really mind.
‘Good Morning, Neighbour’ Doojoon chirps making Junhyung jump the next morning as he enters the kitchen. The younger clutches his chest, eyes narrowing in suspicion and when he turns narrowed eyes to Hyunseung the other merely shrugs and shrinks away. ‘Sit down, Jun-ah. Breakfast is almost ready’ Hyunseung’s voice is shaky as he nods his head towards the empty chair opposite Doojoon and if Junhyung had been able to pay more attention to the other he’d have noticed the way his hands were quivering.
‘Get yourself a proper job yet?’ Junhyung asks as he picks up the folded newspaper from its usual spot on the kitchen table. Doojoon smirks at him from behind the comics as Hyunseung’s chastise goes ignored. ‘Yeah, Newspaper boy’ He laughs, rocking onto the back legs of the chair and Junhyung finds himself lowering the paper to squint at him. ‘Doojoon was kind enough to bring across the paper this morning. The paper-girl must have missed us out for some reason’ Hyunseung throws over his shoulder. Junhyung’s eyebrows rise, growing closer to his hairline and he folds the paper up. He doesn’t feel like reading it anymore and apparently neither does the controller.
So he finds himself reaching for his tie instead, weaving some kind of catastrophe that sits just below his collar bone. Hyunseung tuts as he puts a plate of food down in front of the two men and he watches for a few moments as the other hovers at his side. Hyunseung’s hands are trembling, even as they reach out towards him but they stop part way and Junhyung meets large brown eyes. Hyunseung looks like he’s fighting something, eyes narrowing slightly and his fingers shake as they creep an inch or two closer. Hyunseung pouts, forehead creasing at the effort and Junhyung notices the way the other man subtly leans closer, shoulders curling in. Just a little bit more. Suddenly a soft sigh escapes the older boy when he’s mere inches from Junhyung’s cheek and his hands drop to his sides. He steps away from Junhyung and moves around the table to stand behind Doojoon, delicate hands massaging broad shoulders.
Delicate hands smooth over his chest, nails barely scraping his skin. Junhyung lets out a soft groan as she places a kiss to his chest leaving a blush-coloured lipstick print just below his collar bone. He hums as her cheekbones skim his neck and with one hand he pulls her to him, crashing their lips together. The kiss is rough, a little awkward and he’s not sure whether he pulls or she pushes but moments later her weight settles over his lap and they’re impossibly close. She breaks away from the kiss, hands running over his forearms and he can see her lips moving but he’s too buzzed on alcohol. ‘Protection’ He barely makes anything out of what she says, her voice washing over him like chiming bells. There are condoms in his back pocket and she giggles against his lips as he murmurs something unintelligible. He jumps slightly as cool leather encases his wrists and he smiles dumbly as he realises he’s strapped to the chair.
Junhyung finds his morning ritual shaken up when Doojoon becomes a permanent fixture at the breakfast table. The other man’s presence grates on him but he finds himself unable to say anything. His lips part as he stares across the older man, smile twitching at the corners as he notices the egg smeared across his cheek. ‘You…’ Junhyung’s starts, forcing his lips apart but the words get stuck in his throat and he finds himself choking. You’re a bastard. You’re unwelcome. Hyunseung is mine so leave us alone. Hyunseung watches with wide panicked eyes and his reaction to slap Junhyung’s back is painfully slow. ‘You’ve got something on your face’ He finally manages, grip tight on his chopsticks.
‘Oh, Tha-‘ Doojoon is cut off as Hyunseung presses a napkin to his cheek, one hand cupping his jaw. He visibly purrs at the touch, leaning his head into Hyunseung’s palm and he catches Junhyung’s eye. The slow smirk that that spreads over his lips makes Junhyung’s blood boil. His hand moves of its own accord and he shovels more rice into his mouth. Hyunseung moves away slightly, sinking into the chair beside Doojoon when there’s a vaguely familiar change in the air.
The dark haired man sat opposite reaches for the pitcher of orange juice, paying little attention to the two other men at the table. He pulls it closer and begins to pour when his arm jerks, orange juice splashing up the sides of the glass. ‘What am I doing here?’ Asks the brown haired boy beside him and Junhyung is overcome with an odd sense of deja-vu. There’s mounting panic in the other’s eyes. ‘Who are?’ Asks the boy again. His large eyes flicker between Junhyung and the dark haired stranger as he pushes away from the kitchen table and towards safety. Junhyung mirrors his actions, creeping towards the other side of the kitchen. The dark haired boy lifts his arm to pour more juice and his hand jerks again. ‘My name is …’ For a moment he struggles to remember his own name. It’s there on his tongue, mouth forming a perfect syllable but he can’t bring himself to say it out loud. Damn. He plays with words and letters, sounds ringing familiar in his ear. ‘Junhyung. Yong Junhyung’
The other boy stares at him from beside the refrigerator, eyes narrowed. ‘I’m Jang Hyunseung’ He supplies and they both stare at the third boy. He doesn’t acknowledge their presence, glassy eyes trained on the pitcher of orange juice in his hand. He pours again and Junhyung watches a few drops spray out over the rim and land on the table top. The boy grunts, lips barely moving. ‘Doo... Doo… Doo…’ He sounds like a scratched CD on repeat. Hyunseung eyes him oddly and looks up to Junhyung, clearly weighing his options. ‘What the hell is going on?’ He asks but Junhyung has no reply. ‘I don’t know. I don’t remember how I got here’ There was a girl, a club, ‘Reality Corp’ and alcohol. He didn’t remember a club by that name but then he’d been to a lot of clubs that night.
He moves closer to the boy at the table and it’s with some relief that he notices the other boy coming to stand beside him. He puts his hand on the dark haired boy’s shoulder feeling nothing but stiff muscles and a rigid posture. ‘Hey, buddy, are you ok?’ He shakes the other gently and now more orange juice spills on the table top. ‘Doo!’ It comes a little louder this time. The boy with brown hair, Hyunseung, puts a hand on Junhyung’s wrist and pulls him away. ‘Is he real?’ He asks and Junhyung finds himself shrugging. He feels real but his actions are weird, stiff, and robotic. He can’t be sure.
‘We need to get the hell out of here’ Hisses Hyunseung, his grip tight on Junhyung’s arm. The younger male nods and takes one of Hyunseung’s wrists in his own hand. He pulls him roughly towards the front door, pushing down the inexplicable need to protect the other and reminds himself that it’s safer to stick together.
His fingers curl around the cool metal of the brass door handle when he freezes. Wasn’t he just at the kitchen table? He looks down at his own hand curled around the door handle and turns to look at Hyunseung’s hand, a warm weight in his own. ‘What’s going on, Junhyung-ah?’ His Husband blinks up at him with large startled eyes. He’d noticed it too. Junhyung pulls him closer, realising he has power over his own body again and curls his arms around Hyunseung’s torso. He crushes the slightly shorter man against his chest and presses his nose into Hyunseung’s hair. Over the top of Hyunseung’s curls he notices Doojoon still at the kitchen table. The elder man’s lips move and his arm trembles though it now stays static in the air. ‘Do- Doojoon-sshi?’ He calls to the other but gets no response. Hyunseung presses his nose to Junhyung’s throat before he is pushed behind the younger.
‘Hyung, snap out of it’ He shakes the older man’s shoulder, feeling Hyunseung’s tight grip on the back of his shirt. Doojoon’s eyes are glazed over and the glass of orange juice in front of him has over flown. Doojoon doesn’t stir, even as Hyunseung prods the older man’s cheek. ‘Seung-ah, we should get out’ Junhyung doesn’t know where they’ll go but Doojoon is creeping him out, more so than usual and he thinks the quicker they put some distance between them the better.
He’s just about to pull Hyunseung to the door when his feet root themselves firmly to the ground and Hyunseung curls up against his side. ‘Can you feel that?’ He whispers. They’ve lost control again but something doesn’t seem right this time. Junhyung twines his hand with one of Hyunseung’s by his own will. He shouldn’t be able to do that. His feet won’t move from the spot and he can barely turn his head but his fingers tighten around Hyunseung’s hand and he realises with a fluttering of his heart that he still has a tiny bit of control.
Doojoon makes a grunt before abruptly stands from the table and turns to the couple. He looks around for a few moments, seemingly a little confused but he holds out his hand to them with a crazed smile. ‘Hello neighbours. I’m Yoon Doojoon. It’s nice to meet you’ The two glance at each other, brows knitting in confusion. ‘Is something the matter?’ He asks when neither reply to him. Junhyung nods slowly, subtly but it’s Hyunseung that takes a step forwards, clasping Doojoon’s hands in his own. ‘Hyung, you don’t recognise us? It’s me, Hyunseung’ The dark haired man simply stares at his own hand between Hyunseung’s. A slow smile finds his lips and he pulls Hyunseung closer. ‘I’d remember a face like yours’ He chuckles, his other hand tracing patterns along the inside of the younger’s elbow. Junhyung pulls at Doojoon’s hands and gives it a firm shake. ‘I’m Junhyung and this is my Husband, Hyunseung’
He’s pushed into a wooden chair, air whistling from his lungs. She giggles, voice floating somewhere above his ear. She makes quick work of his button up shirt though some of her cheap nail-polish chips off with each button she frees. Her cool fingers push his shirt over his collar bone, catching around his forearms and he sucks in a breath as the cool air touches his heated skin. Her hair tickles his nose as she leans over him, taking a moment to read the tattoo across his chest. He’s vaguely aware of other voices in the background. ‘Welcome to Reality Corps where your life is what we make it’. It’s hard for her to read the English, fingers gently pressing against his skin as she pronounces the words slowly. He reaches blindly for her hips but she bats his hands away with gentle swats.
Her nails scrape lightly at his skin as she presses various sized ECG Stickers against his chest. She leans close, checking they’re all stuck and runs a gentle hand over his neck to calm him down. A technician steps up beside her and gently presses Junhyung’s shoulders back into the chair to keep him still. ‘Welcome to Reality Corps where your life is what we make it. See what could have been or what never will be. Relive the past and experience your future today’ Junhyung can barely hear what the voice is saying, too dull and muted by the brick walls around him. Her fingers smooth over his forearms, rolling up his shirt sleeves and she pulls the safety restraints over his wrists and ankles. An oxygen mask is pressed to his face and he struggles for a moment as gas quickly filters into his lungs. ‘We’re just giving you something to help you sleep a little better, ok? It’ll make the experience a lot more … realistic’ He doesn’t miss the pause in her statement but his eye lids are growing heavy and he can feel his muscles quickly turning to jelly. ‘Junhyung-sshi, ok?’ He murmurs something tiredly in response as the assistant steps away, something too quiet for her to catch and it’s only a matter of seconds before he falls asleep.
Pairing: Junseung
Genre: Angst, Horror
Rating: pg13
Summary: Junhyung spends every waking hour with a beautiful boy and someone else controlling his body.
Notes: Okay, so I've decided that the last part will be split into two chapters to make 4 rather than three. Just to clear up any confusion, the italic paragraphs are dream sequences. You should probably understand them by the final one but you'll probably be even more confused until you read the final chapter which is coming soon.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
He falls to the chair with a rush of air from his lungs, hands reaching out to grasp at slender hips. There’s a giggle soon after, high-pitched and unmistakably feminine just above his ear. Painted nails claw at his shirt, tearing buttons in the haste to expose his pale skin and they linger for a moment before drawing a dark red line across the tattoo just below his collarbone. Junhyung groans, hands reaching out for warm flesh but is slapped away as long black hair tickles his nose.
He blinks his eyes rapidly as he wakes up, letting out a soft groan as he realises it’s still too early to be getting up yet. The clock on his nightstand reads a little after 2am. Hyunseung’s soft curls tickle his face and he wrinkles his nose slightly in distaste before pressing his lips against the other’s hairline and turns away. He still has control over his own body at least. Hyunseung shifts against him, bare thighs brushing and he feels himself slowly starting to relax again. ‘Junnie~’ The other sighs in his sleep, fingers twitching against Junhyung’s chest. The dream comes back to him, a faceless girl swimming just out of his vision and he can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more to it.
He tangles a hand into Hyunseung’s hair, the older boy practically purring at the gesture and he chuckles as Hyunseung rubs his jaw against the tattoo on his chest. There are no scratch marks like in his dream and he reminds himself that he’s awake by smoothing a hand down his sleeping lover’s spine. Hyunseung murmurs in his sleep and slings a leg over Junhyung’s. His knees are slightly bony, stabbing at Junhyung’s thighs but he doesn’t really mind.
‘Good Morning, Neighbour’ Doojoon chirps making Junhyung jump the next morning as he enters the kitchen. The younger clutches his chest, eyes narrowing in suspicion and when he turns narrowed eyes to Hyunseung the other merely shrugs and shrinks away. ‘Sit down, Jun-ah. Breakfast is almost ready’ Hyunseung’s voice is shaky as he nods his head towards the empty chair opposite Doojoon and if Junhyung had been able to pay more attention to the other he’d have noticed the way his hands were quivering.
‘Get yourself a proper job yet?’ Junhyung asks as he picks up the folded newspaper from its usual spot on the kitchen table. Doojoon smirks at him from behind the comics as Hyunseung’s chastise goes ignored. ‘Yeah, Newspaper boy’ He laughs, rocking onto the back legs of the chair and Junhyung finds himself lowering the paper to squint at him. ‘Doojoon was kind enough to bring across the paper this morning. The paper-girl must have missed us out for some reason’ Hyunseung throws over his shoulder. Junhyung’s eyebrows rise, growing closer to his hairline and he folds the paper up. He doesn’t feel like reading it anymore and apparently neither does the controller.
So he finds himself reaching for his tie instead, weaving some kind of catastrophe that sits just below his collar bone. Hyunseung tuts as he puts a plate of food down in front of the two men and he watches for a few moments as the other hovers at his side. Hyunseung’s hands are trembling, even as they reach out towards him but they stop part way and Junhyung meets large brown eyes. Hyunseung looks like he’s fighting something, eyes narrowing slightly and his fingers shake as they creep an inch or two closer. Hyunseung pouts, forehead creasing at the effort and Junhyung notices the way the other man subtly leans closer, shoulders curling in. Just a little bit more. Suddenly a soft sigh escapes the older boy when he’s mere inches from Junhyung’s cheek and his hands drop to his sides. He steps away from Junhyung and moves around the table to stand behind Doojoon, delicate hands massaging broad shoulders.
Delicate hands smooth over his chest, nails barely scraping his skin. Junhyung lets out a soft groan as she places a kiss to his chest leaving a blush-coloured lipstick print just below his collar bone. He hums as her cheekbones skim his neck and with one hand he pulls her to him, crashing their lips together. The kiss is rough, a little awkward and he’s not sure whether he pulls or she pushes but moments later her weight settles over his lap and they’re impossibly close. She breaks away from the kiss, hands running over his forearms and he can see her lips moving but he’s too buzzed on alcohol. ‘Protection’ He barely makes anything out of what she says, her voice washing over him like chiming bells. There are condoms in his back pocket and she giggles against his lips as he murmurs something unintelligible. He jumps slightly as cool leather encases his wrists and he smiles dumbly as he realises he’s strapped to the chair.
Junhyung finds his morning ritual shaken up when Doojoon becomes a permanent fixture at the breakfast table. The other man’s presence grates on him but he finds himself unable to say anything. His lips part as he stares across the older man, smile twitching at the corners as he notices the egg smeared across his cheek. ‘You…’ Junhyung’s starts, forcing his lips apart but the words get stuck in his throat and he finds himself choking. You’re a bastard. You’re unwelcome. Hyunseung is mine so leave us alone. Hyunseung watches with wide panicked eyes and his reaction to slap Junhyung’s back is painfully slow. ‘You’ve got something on your face’ He finally manages, grip tight on his chopsticks.
‘Oh, Tha-‘ Doojoon is cut off as Hyunseung presses a napkin to his cheek, one hand cupping his jaw. He visibly purrs at the touch, leaning his head into Hyunseung’s palm and he catches Junhyung’s eye. The slow smirk that that spreads over his lips makes Junhyung’s blood boil. His hand moves of its own accord and he shovels more rice into his mouth. Hyunseung moves away slightly, sinking into the chair beside Doojoon when there’s a vaguely familiar change in the air.
The dark haired man sat opposite reaches for the pitcher of orange juice, paying little attention to the two other men at the table. He pulls it closer and begins to pour when his arm jerks, orange juice splashing up the sides of the glass. ‘What am I doing here?’ Asks the brown haired boy beside him and Junhyung is overcome with an odd sense of deja-vu. There’s mounting panic in the other’s eyes. ‘Who are?’ Asks the boy again. His large eyes flicker between Junhyung and the dark haired stranger as he pushes away from the kitchen table and towards safety. Junhyung mirrors his actions, creeping towards the other side of the kitchen. The dark haired boy lifts his arm to pour more juice and his hand jerks again. ‘My name is …’ For a moment he struggles to remember his own name. It’s there on his tongue, mouth forming a perfect syllable but he can’t bring himself to say it out loud. Damn. He plays with words and letters, sounds ringing familiar in his ear. ‘Junhyung. Yong Junhyung’
The other boy stares at him from beside the refrigerator, eyes narrowed. ‘I’m Jang Hyunseung’ He supplies and they both stare at the third boy. He doesn’t acknowledge their presence, glassy eyes trained on the pitcher of orange juice in his hand. He pours again and Junhyung watches a few drops spray out over the rim and land on the table top. The boy grunts, lips barely moving. ‘Doo... Doo… Doo…’ He sounds like a scratched CD on repeat. Hyunseung eyes him oddly and looks up to Junhyung, clearly weighing his options. ‘What the hell is going on?’ He asks but Junhyung has no reply. ‘I don’t know. I don’t remember how I got here’ There was a girl, a club, ‘Reality Corp’ and alcohol. He didn’t remember a club by that name but then he’d been to a lot of clubs that night.
He moves closer to the boy at the table and it’s with some relief that he notices the other boy coming to stand beside him. He puts his hand on the dark haired boy’s shoulder feeling nothing but stiff muscles and a rigid posture. ‘Hey, buddy, are you ok?’ He shakes the other gently and now more orange juice spills on the table top. ‘Doo!’ It comes a little louder this time. The boy with brown hair, Hyunseung, puts a hand on Junhyung’s wrist and pulls him away. ‘Is he real?’ He asks and Junhyung finds himself shrugging. He feels real but his actions are weird, stiff, and robotic. He can’t be sure.
‘We need to get the hell out of here’ Hisses Hyunseung, his grip tight on Junhyung’s arm. The younger male nods and takes one of Hyunseung’s wrists in his own hand. He pulls him roughly towards the front door, pushing down the inexplicable need to protect the other and reminds himself that it’s safer to stick together.
His fingers curl around the cool metal of the brass door handle when he freezes. Wasn’t he just at the kitchen table? He looks down at his own hand curled around the door handle and turns to look at Hyunseung’s hand, a warm weight in his own. ‘What’s going on, Junhyung-ah?’ His Husband blinks up at him with large startled eyes. He’d noticed it too. Junhyung pulls him closer, realising he has power over his own body again and curls his arms around Hyunseung’s torso. He crushes the slightly shorter man against his chest and presses his nose into Hyunseung’s hair. Over the top of Hyunseung’s curls he notices Doojoon still at the kitchen table. The elder man’s lips move and his arm trembles though it now stays static in the air. ‘Do- Doojoon-sshi?’ He calls to the other but gets no response. Hyunseung presses his nose to Junhyung’s throat before he is pushed behind the younger.
‘Hyung, snap out of it’ He shakes the older man’s shoulder, feeling Hyunseung’s tight grip on the back of his shirt. Doojoon’s eyes are glazed over and the glass of orange juice in front of him has over flown. Doojoon doesn’t stir, even as Hyunseung prods the older man’s cheek. ‘Seung-ah, we should get out’ Junhyung doesn’t know where they’ll go but Doojoon is creeping him out, more so than usual and he thinks the quicker they put some distance between them the better.
He’s just about to pull Hyunseung to the door when his feet root themselves firmly to the ground and Hyunseung curls up against his side. ‘Can you feel that?’ He whispers. They’ve lost control again but something doesn’t seem right this time. Junhyung twines his hand with one of Hyunseung’s by his own will. He shouldn’t be able to do that. His feet won’t move from the spot and he can barely turn his head but his fingers tighten around Hyunseung’s hand and he realises with a fluttering of his heart that he still has a tiny bit of control.
Doojoon makes a grunt before abruptly stands from the table and turns to the couple. He looks around for a few moments, seemingly a little confused but he holds out his hand to them with a crazed smile. ‘Hello neighbours. I’m Yoon Doojoon. It’s nice to meet you’ The two glance at each other, brows knitting in confusion. ‘Is something the matter?’ He asks when neither reply to him. Junhyung nods slowly, subtly but it’s Hyunseung that takes a step forwards, clasping Doojoon’s hands in his own. ‘Hyung, you don’t recognise us? It’s me, Hyunseung’ The dark haired man simply stares at his own hand between Hyunseung’s. A slow smile finds his lips and he pulls Hyunseung closer. ‘I’d remember a face like yours’ He chuckles, his other hand tracing patterns along the inside of the younger’s elbow. Junhyung pulls at Doojoon’s hands and gives it a firm shake. ‘I’m Junhyung and this is my Husband, Hyunseung’
He’s pushed into a wooden chair, air whistling from his lungs. She giggles, voice floating somewhere above his ear. She makes quick work of his button up shirt though some of her cheap nail-polish chips off with each button she frees. Her cool fingers push his shirt over his collar bone, catching around his forearms and he sucks in a breath as the cool air touches his heated skin. Her hair tickles his nose as she leans over him, taking a moment to read the tattoo across his chest. He’s vaguely aware of other voices in the background. ‘Welcome to Reality Corps where your life is what we make it’. It’s hard for her to read the English, fingers gently pressing against his skin as she pronounces the words slowly. He reaches blindly for her hips but she bats his hands away with gentle swats.
Her nails scrape lightly at his skin as she presses various sized ECG Stickers against his chest. She leans close, checking they’re all stuck and runs a gentle hand over his neck to calm him down. A technician steps up beside her and gently presses Junhyung’s shoulders back into the chair to keep him still. ‘Welcome to Reality Corps where your life is what we make it. See what could have been or what never will be. Relive the past and experience your future today’ Junhyung can barely hear what the voice is saying, too dull and muted by the brick walls around him. Her fingers smooth over his forearms, rolling up his shirt sleeves and she pulls the safety restraints over his wrists and ankles. An oxygen mask is pressed to his face and he struggles for a moment as gas quickly filters into his lungs. ‘We’re just giving you something to help you sleep a little better, ok? It’ll make the experience a lot more … realistic’ He doesn’t miss the pause in her statement but his eye lids are growing heavy and he can feel his muscles quickly turning to jelly. ‘Junhyung-sshi, ok?’ He murmurs something tiredly in response as the assistant steps away, something too quiet for her to catch and it’s only a matter of seconds before he falls asleep.