You won't lose me [1/1]
Pairing: Junho/Junsu
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Junho never expected he'd be playing bodyguard whilst shadowing Junsu's mananger.
Junsu's sharing the stage with a 4-member rookie girl band that are close to debuting, a geurilla show to test the public's reaction. The girls are pretty and they've put a lot of hard work into this. One girl, the youngest at just fifteen, is particullarly talented and Junsu thinks that she'll reach all sorts of fame if she keeps her head level. The leader struts forwards with a sashay of her hips and a flip of her hair and Junsu holds back a sigh. Their leader is lacking in talent and skill, leaves things to be desired. Junsu can already see she'll be a bad influence on the younger girls.
Junsu's on stage when it happens, a flash of metal in the crowd highlighed by the spotlights above. His blood runs cold and the words of the chorus vanish from his head, leak out of his ears like invisible steam because he finds himself meeting dark eyes over the barrel of the gun. There's a scream in the crowd and chaos ensues, the crowd parting like the red sea at his feet. Oh god, oh god. I'm doing to die. He can't see the man's face for the blue neckerchief pulled over his nose, can't see what his expression is even as it makes the man's skin wrinkle around his eyes. People fall about in every which direction and the attacker even goes as far as hitting a man over the back of the head. There's a loud crack that seems to reverberate in Junsu's ears despite the sheer panic of the room.
'Move' He doesn't register the cries of his manager at the side of the stage, hidden in safety by green velvet curtains. The girls' managers are hysterical and the girls are already pushing, tripping over each other in their haste to get off the stage. 'Get down!' Junho, the trainee manager shadowing Minjae shouts, voice barely carrying above the din. The gun turns from Junsu, flicks towards the girls and is back. The stranger doesn't know who to kill first, the pretty young girls or Korea's biggest Idol.
Junsu closes his eyes, he can't move from the spot. His fingers twitch but his legs feel like lead and his heart is hammering so fast that it might explode from his chest and land at the feet of the gunman. Would he step on it if it did? Would he stamp on it with his heavy boots and ground it into the laminate? He hears stillettos as the girls run across the stage, they're nearby, perhaps behind him by now. It doesn't matter.
Bang!
Junsu feels pain, so much pain. His body aches and the air rushes passed his ears. The girls scream, the sound blood curdling. His body feels heavy, crushed, and he's pinned to the floor. It seems like forever has passed when he realises he's not that hurt. There's no agonizing pain that threatens to make his vision faded and blurry. No pain from a wound that expels blood, warm and rich scarlet from his body. There's just a body, a warm body pressed against him, hot breath fanning his cheek. 'Move' His eyes shoot open, just in time to catch a flash of Junho's fiery hair as the boy slides off him, a hand tugging at Junsu's hip to roll him to his stomach.
'Crawl' Junho nudges him, a hand at Junsu's elbow and another at the base of his spine, keeping him low. Junsu shakes his head, Junho already moving away. 'I'm checking the girls, move!' Junho slaps his calf and manages to get a kick to the side of Junsu's thigh and the singer crawls because his life depends on it. He keeps himself low, using his elbows and knees to get himself across. Minjae is crouched behind the curtain, barely visible and Junsu can see three of the girls just behind him. The group maknae, Hee-Jeong somwhere behind him on the stage. The leader turns in his direction, dark rings of mascara sliding down her cheeks, skin and clothing tinted red with blood not her own. There's a second gunshot that makes Junsu flinch, and the leader screams. Not Junho. Not Junho. He doesn't pause when something warm touches his hand and as he stretches his elbows out that there's a water mark across the back of his hand. When did he start crying?
Moments later Minjae reaches for him, hands curling around Junsu's forearms and he drags the singer behind the curtains. He clings to Junsu with a vice like grip once the singer is safe, and tries to push him away towards the back exit and a waiting van but Junsu reels away. Please be ok. It's hard for him to breath and his thoughts run a mile an hour. Junho just saved his life. Dorky Junho who pulls faces behind the backs of photographers and wakes Junsu every morning by blowing raspberries on his butt, cold feet rubbing his heels. Junho is cute and silly, a ray of sunshine when Minjae gets stressed out. Junsu stumbles to the curtains, his legs fail him and he finds himself on hands and knees, scrabbling across the floor.
Junho stumbles forwards, pushing the group maknae infront of him. 'He's gone' Junho announces loudly, eyes on Junsu even as the girl staggers. Staff members rush passed them, secure the perimeter and check for injured fans. Junsu's chest tightens and his hands instantly reach out for Junho's arm. He stands up, determined not to let Junho leave his sight again. One of the managers pulls the girl away. She's limping and Junsu notices belatedly that Junho's shirt is torn, a strip of fabric wrapped around the girl's arm. She's been shot. Panic bubbles in his throat, adrenaline still spiked and oh dear lord, what if Junho had been the one to get shot.
Junho's hands smooth over his shoulders, thumb pads brushing his neck. 'Calm down' Junho sighs, warm breath fanning his face. Junsu's hands find the sides of his shirt, press to his ribs and clutch the fabric at his waist. 'I thought -' He hiccups, unable to speak anymore and his knees give out. Junho manages to back him the few paces to the nearest wall, and slides to the floor with him. Junsu shakes and quivers in his arms, face pressed to Junho's chest. Junho's hands card through his hair, holding him closer still and Minjae hovers a few feet away.
Sirens wail in the background, the emergency services not far away and Minjae presses a hand to Junho's shoulder. 'You shouldn't have done that, Ho-yah, you could have been killed' Junho's mouth opens about to say something but Minjae squeezes his shoulder, silencing him. 'But I'm glad you did. Thanks to you, Junsu-yah and Hee-Jeong-ah are alive' He rubs at Junho's shoulder and steps away. He needs to check on the girls.
'Don't you ever do something like that to me again' Junsu hisses, hands still grasping at Junho's shirt. Junho nods, rubbing small circles into Junsu's back. 'I can't stand..' Junsu's cut off by another hiccup, struggling to get the words passed the lump in his throat and Junho pulls away slightly to wipe the tears from Junsu's eyes. 'Can't stand what, Hyung?' Junho brushes Junsu's hair from his eyes, and Junsu's skin burns under his fingers. 'Hyung?' Junho brushes his hand over Junsu's cheeks, smudging the tear tracks. The older man looks down and Junho sees his adam's apple bob as he swallows. 'I can't' Junsu pauses, grabbing Junho's wrist 'I can't stand the thought of being without you'
Junho cocks his head to a side, cheeks flushing because Junsu didn't just say what he thought he did, did he? 'What are you talking about?' He forces a laugh, and it sounds like a dying lawnmower on concrete. 'I'll be shadowing Minjae for at least another few months' He rubs at Junsu's back a little harder than he meant to and the older boy pulls himself closer. Junho's skin burns as Junsu temple brushes his throat. 'That's not good enough. I thought you were dead. I thought we were going to die' Junsu's hands claw up his back, holding him tightly as they fist into his shirt. Junho inhales, the smell of sweat and Junsu making his head swim. 'Hyung, what are you getting at?' Junho pulls away, holding tightly to Junsu's biceps. The older man doesn't answer for a long time and Junho shakes him, careful not to bash his head against the wall behind them.
Police filter into the auditorium, Minjae leading the medics to Hee-Jeong. One pauses as they pass, Junho's covered in an alarming amount of blood but Minjae reassures them he's ok. The paramedics shuffle off and Minjae gives them one last meaningful look before striding away. Junho turns back to Junsu, not wanting to let the older man drift from the conversation when he feels lips against his own. Junsu doesn't push, doesn't press his lips to Junho's and force his tongue. He doesn't bite at his lip or stroke his face. His fingers cling to Junho's arms, and he stills completely, the innocent press of lips enought to calm him. Junho breaks away and reaches up to smooth Junsu's hair with startlingly bright eyes.
'I promise you won't lose me'
IFini!
It was supposed to end with them huddled away somewhere in a dark corner and be a bit more mysterious but that didn't quite happen. I'm sorry for mistakes, I'm sick and my beta ran off to bed so I'll edit it tomorrow once she's read through it -__-