Make up or Breakup?
“Yoochun, what are you doing?”
“I’m sleeping.”
“Wake up Yoochun.”
“I don’t want to. You can’t make me.”
“If you don’t wake up now, you’ll never wake up.”
“I’m afraid.”
“What are you afraid of?”
“Of being alone in the dark.”
“Be a big boy now.”
“I don’t want to.”
“If you don’t wake up now, you will never wake up.”
“Am I going to die?”
“Be brave.”
“If I wake up, will you hold me?”
“Wake up Park Yoochun.”
“I’m so cold. Will you keep me warm?”
“Yoochun…”
“Hello? Are you still there? Did you leave me? Please don’t leave me…please?”
Yoochun hit the floor hard. Noona ran to him and with all her strength, she dragged his seemingly lifeless body to her couch.
“Oh no you don’t, “ she scolded him. “Don’t you dare die on me Yoochun.”
She stripped off his wet clothes and checked him for signs of life.
“Oh good God,” she thought. “I see the headlines now. Park Yoochun of DBSK dies in mysterious woman’s apartment.”
Noona cursed herself for even thinking about such a horrible thing.
“Yoochun-ah. Wake up now. Please. Don’t die. Please wake up.”
She wrapped her arms around him and clung to him for dear life. He was ice cold.
“Please baby. Please be ok. Give me a sign. Anything. I beg you.”
“Damn you Park Yoochun. I swear if you die on me….”
Noona vigorously rubbed his body to give him warmth. She ran her fingers through his hair and caressed his cheek. With her hand over his heart, she planted a gentle kiss on his mouth. Nothing. She kissed him again, this time full and hard on his lips.
“Wake up Yoochun. It’s going to be ok.”
“Is it? Is it going to be ok? Will you hold me?
“I’m here Yoochun.”
“Will you stay with me?
“Yes, Yoochun. I’ll be here. I’ll stay with you.”
“Will you stay with me forever?”
“Yes, I’ll hold you. I’ll keep you safe and warm.”
“Do you promise?”
“ I promise.”
“Forever?
“Yes Yoochun. Forever…”
Yoochun woke up gasping for air. His whole body shuddered. Noona was holding him tight. She was trembling.
“Noona,” he breathed
“Shh Yoochun. It’s ok. Noona is here.”
He leaned into her and lightly put his arms around her. He coughed violently for a few seconds. Noona rubbed his back until the spell was over.
He sat up and looked into his Noona’s eyes. She was crying. He wiped the tears from her cheek.
“I’m ok Noona. I’m ok.” He did his best to smile.
“Bullshit.”
Noona ran to her hall closet and dragged out a warm blanket. She covered his naked body and picked up her cordless phone. She sat down on the edge of the couch and began to dial a number.
“What are you doing?”
Noona waited for the phone to ring.
“I’m calling an ambulance.”
Yoochun grabbed the phone away from her.
“No ambulance. No hospital. No way.”
He threw the phone across the room.
“What the Hell do you think you are doing? You need a doctor.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here, with you.”
Noona was not amused. Yoochun had a lot of nerve. He was dictating to her in her own home.
“You fucking idiot,” she screamed at him. “I thought you were dead!”
“I’m ok. You’ll take care of me,” he smirked at her.
Noona’s mouth was agape.
“Oh I’ll take care of you. I’ll beat the shit out of you and throw you out.”
Yoochun’s smile turned into a frown. He pulled the blanket closer around him.
“You don’t mean that, do you Noona? You still love me, right?”
Yoochun’s lower lip trembled, waiting for his Noona to answer. But she turned away from him and picked up his wet clothes.
“I’ll dry your clothes for you. After that you are on your own. I don’t care what you do. But you’ll have to leave.”
Yoochun could not believe his ears. He came all this way; sick as a dog to say he was sorry. He stood in front of her door in the pouring rain. He crawled on his hands and knees and begged her forgiveness. He nearly died for her. Yet she was still going to throw him out. He felt like shit. He wanted to stay. He wanted her to take him back. He couldn’t leave her. Not now. Not ever.
“You promised,” he cried out to her, his voice raspy and weak. “You said you would hold me and keep me warm. You said you would stay with me forever.”
Yoochun stood up, but the room starting spinning once more. He took a few steps, but started to fall. Noona dropped his clothes and ran to him, catching him before his head hit the coffee table.
“Good God, Yoochun,” she yelled at him. “Can’t you see how ill you are? You need a doctor.”
Yoochun put his hand to his mouth.
“Oh no, what is it now,” Noona asked?
Yoochun looked as if he were turning green.
“I’m going to be sick,” he gasped.
“Not in my living room.”
Noona helped Yoochun into the bathroom. He started to vomit. She pushed back his hair from his face and held onto him until it was all over.
“You see,” she whispered to him. You are so ill. Let me call a doctor for you.”
Yoochun shook his head. He refused to go. He would not budge.
“You are one stubborn son of a bitch, Park Yoochun. What the Hell am I going to do with you?”
“Love me,” he begged her. “Love me forever.”
Yoochun buried his face in the crook of her neck. His whole body was shivering from cold. Noona held him tightly against her body. He began to sob uncontrollably. His chest was heaving; his lungs desperately trying to draw in air. His heart was racing out of control. Yoochun’s eyes were fluttering as if he were going to pass out again. He was a mess. She decided a hot bath would make him feel better. She ran some water in the tub. Noona struggled to get Yoochun up off the floor. She helped him into the tub and began to clean him up.
“You are so good to me,” he whispered to her. “I don’t deserve you.”
“No you don’t.”
Noona’s hands felt so good on his skin. With a sponge she gently massaged him. The heat from the steamy water helped with his breathing. She squeezed the sponge, the warm water cascading down his body. Yoochun gripped the sides of the bathtub. He began to moan in pleasure.
“Well, that was not a good idea,” Noona said to herself.
“Let’s go,” she ordered him.
He looked at her with disappointment. She wrapped him in a towel and dried him off. Her ministrations were apparently too good. Yoochun’s cock was stiff.
“Christ,” she said to herself while trying to ignore his erection.
“What the fuck is wrong with this boy?”
She brought him into the bedroom and put him under the covers. She threw several more blankets over him and propped him up with pillows.
“Hey,” he whispered. “It’s our bed.”
He somehow managed to crack a smile. He patted the sheets and called out to her.
“C’mere, baby…..”
Noona shook her head.
“Unbelievable. I’ll make you some tea.”
Yoochun buried his head in the pillows. He inhaled; he could smell her perfume. He swallowed hard remembering how good she tasted, how good it felt making love to her.
Noona boiled some water and fixed some Ginseng tea. She picked up the hot mug and went to give it to Yoochun. She nearly dropped the cup. Yoochun had thrown off the covers. He lay with his back on the pillows…eyes shut, mouth open. One hand gripped the sheets; the other his swollen cock.
“Park Yoochun, what are you doing?”
He looked straight at her with his bedroom eyes stare.
“What does it look like I’m doing baby,” he winked at her.
Yoochun continued to pleasure himself. He closed his eyes again, secretly wishing she would come to him; that her hand would replace his own. But Noona didn’t move. She watched him in amazement. He was breathing hard through his mouth. Too hard. She could hear him wheezing. His whole body glistened with sweat. She stood motionless as Yoochun’s hand pumped harder and faster up and down his shaft. Noona didn’t know whether she should let him continue or if she should stop him. She put the cup down on the dresser and sat next to him in the bed. He was so beautiful. He never ceased to amaze her.
“Yoochun-ah,” she called him. “Why are you doing this?”
He licked his lips and stared at her.
“Don’t you like what you do to me, baby?”
She had to admit, she was turned on. But she would not let him know. She scolded him like a child.
“Stop this instant, do you hear me? Yoochun, you are too sick for this.”
“Never too sick for love, baby.”
He smiled at her. With cock in hand he kissed her sweetly on the mouth. Reluctantly, she responded to him.
“Touch it, baby,” he begged her. “You know you want it…..”