Truly Beloved
Title: Truly beloved
Author: onthethruway01
Pairings: Noona x Yoochun; Yoosu
Genre: angst, smut, unrequited love
Rating: pg-13?
Length: one shot
Summary: Noona loves Yoochun; Yoochun's not sure. Yoochun loves Junsu; Junsu's not sure
"What are you thinking about Noona?"
He lay on the couch, the petite red head embracing him; her head buried in his chest; strong, young heart beating steady in her ear.
"I'm thinking about you. What else would I be thinking about?"
Her small hands fiddled with the buttons on his crisp, white shirt. She desperately wanted to feel his skin.
Nuzzling his neck, she nibbled on his pale flesh. He groaned as she began to grind her hips into his.
"When did you first start thinking about me Noona?"
The buttons were undone; fingers stroking his bare chest; heartbeat increasing with every touch.
"From the moment I first laid eyes upon you; saw you dance; play the piano; heard your deep voice for the first time."
Swollen lips were engulfed; he moaned as she kissed him hard; body shaking; back arching as his arousal grew. He couldn't take it any more.
"Noona please stop."
He pulled away from her; breathless he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I'm sorry," she apologized; "too soon?"
He shook his head.
"What then? Is it because I'm white?"
Yoochun took a deep breath. He had been seeing the American woman in secret for a few weeks. Nobody knew about their relationship. Not even him.
He got up from the couch and began to pace up and down the floor.
She followed him; wrapping her arms around his chest to make him stop; his heart pounding hard and fast.
"It's ok," she whispered; "you can tell me anything."
Yoochun sighed deeply.
"It's not that I don't want to," he tried to explain; "it's just..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. Noona sensed that something or someone was making him hesitant.
"There's someone else, isn't there?"
He turned around to face her.
Noona was so clever.
He began to cry.
An invisible light bulb went off on top of Noona's head.
"Oh my God, it's true, isn't it!"
Yoochun fell to the floor, bawling his eyes out.
Noona cradled him in her arms.
"Chunnie-ah, don't cry. It's ok. Do you love him?"
Tohoshinki's baritone nodded his head.
Noona smiled, despite the fact that her heart was breaking.
She kissed him sweetly; the taste of his tears sending a shiver up and down her spine.
"Who am I to stand between you and your true love, my sweet boy?"
He sniffled and looked at her with his dark puppy dog eyes.
"I'm not a boy," he answered her; " I'm a man."
She got up from the floor and chuckled.
"Of course you are. But to me, you will always be that sweet little boy whom I almost got to love."
Picking up her bag, she headed to the door. He trotted after her, trying to keep her from leaving.
"Don't go," he begged her.
She wiped the tears from his eyes.
"You need time to think. I'll go with whatever you decide; friends or lovers, it doesn't matter to me. I'm not angry. You just need some time. I'll be waiting. I'll still love you no matter what."
She blew him a kiss and closed the door behind her. He slid to the floor; grasping his knees he rocked back and forth, calling out his beloved's name.
"Yoochun?"
The baritone let himself in; sitting down on the couch, he was obviously agitated. His eyes were red and swollen from crying.
"Are you ok, hyung? Why are you crying?"
Junsu sat next to Yoochun; a look of concern on his face.
A deep and raspy voice, whispered his name.
"Su-ah."
Junsu gasped as Yoochun's bee stung lips pressed hard against his. The baritone moaned; body aching and on fire.
The younger man's hands pressed hard against Yoochun's chest, fighting off his hyung's onslaught.
"Yoochun stop; we've discussed this. I know you love me; I love you too; but not that way."
Yoochun did not listen. He continued to molest a frightened Junsu; the younger man panicking as his hyung began to grind his hips into his Su-ah's crotch.
"Oh my God," Junsu exclaimed as he felt Yoochun's hardened length twitching on top of him.
Junsu tried to relax; allowed Yoochun's tongue to slide between his teeth. Junsu began to cry. He loved Yoochun; loved him so much. But he had no idea what to do. It all started as a joke. From the beginning the fans had paired them up; made them out to be lovers. It was silly, really. It wasn't funny anymore.
Yoochun could have any girl he wanted; had every girl he wanted. Yet here he was, grinding his cock into Junsu's body. There wasn't anything Junsu could do. He resolved to be the victim; a pawn; Yoochun's plaything. That's how much he loved his hyung. Emotionally and spiritually, they were inseparable. Junsu just wasn't ready for the next step. He might never be ready.
Junsu clung to Yoochun for dear life; the baritone's body shaking as he thrust forward; still fully clothed; he continued to hump his friend. Reaching his end; he groaned and bucked forward; spilling hard and heavy; Junsu held him fast until he was finally spent.
Reaching out, Junsu ran his fingers through Yoochun's damp hair; the baritone collapsing his full weight upon the younger man. Yoochun whimpered; his slender body shivering on top of Su-ah. Overcome with exhaustion, the baritone fell unconscious; a trembling Junsu beneath him.
"Oh Chunnie, what am I to do with you?"
Junsu wept; his mind confused; his heart torn asunder; he drifted to sleep in the arms of his beloved.
Author: onthethruway01
Pairings: Noona x Yoochun; Yoosu
Genre: angst, smut, unrequited love
Rating: pg-13?
Length: one shot
Summary: Noona loves Yoochun; Yoochun's not sure. Yoochun loves Junsu; Junsu's not sure
"What are you thinking about Noona?"
He lay on the couch, the petite red head embracing him; her head buried in his chest; strong, young heart beating steady in her ear.
"I'm thinking about you. What else would I be thinking about?"
Her small hands fiddled with the buttons on his crisp, white shirt. She desperately wanted to feel his skin.
Nuzzling his neck, she nibbled on his pale flesh. He groaned as she began to grind her hips into his.
"When did you first start thinking about me Noona?"
The buttons were undone; fingers stroking his bare chest; heartbeat increasing with every touch.
"From the moment I first laid eyes upon you; saw you dance; play the piano; heard your deep voice for the first time."
Swollen lips were engulfed; he moaned as she kissed him hard; body shaking; back arching as his arousal grew. He couldn't take it any more.
"Noona please stop."
He pulled away from her; breathless he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I'm sorry," she apologized; "too soon?"
He shook his head.
"What then? Is it because I'm white?"
Yoochun took a deep breath. He had been seeing the American woman in secret for a few weeks. Nobody knew about their relationship. Not even him.
He got up from the couch and began to pace up and down the floor.
She followed him; wrapping her arms around his chest to make him stop; his heart pounding hard and fast.
"It's ok," she whispered; "you can tell me anything."
Yoochun sighed deeply.
"It's not that I don't want to," he tried to explain; "it's just..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. Noona sensed that something or someone was making him hesitant.
"There's someone else, isn't there?"
He turned around to face her.
Noona was so clever.
He began to cry.
An invisible light bulb went off on top of Noona's head.
"Oh my God, it's true, isn't it!"
Yoochun fell to the floor, bawling his eyes out.
Noona cradled him in her arms.
"Chunnie-ah, don't cry. It's ok. Do you love him?"
Tohoshinki's baritone nodded his head.
Noona smiled, despite the fact that her heart was breaking.
She kissed him sweetly; the taste of his tears sending a shiver up and down her spine.
"Who am I to stand between you and your true love, my sweet boy?"
He sniffled and looked at her with his dark puppy dog eyes.
"I'm not a boy," he answered her; " I'm a man."
She got up from the floor and chuckled.
"Of course you are. But to me, you will always be that sweet little boy whom I almost got to love."
Picking up her bag, she headed to the door. He trotted after her, trying to keep her from leaving.
"Don't go," he begged her.
She wiped the tears from his eyes.
"You need time to think. I'll go with whatever you decide; friends or lovers, it doesn't matter to me. I'm not angry. You just need some time. I'll be waiting. I'll still love you no matter what."
She blew him a kiss and closed the door behind her. He slid to the floor; grasping his knees he rocked back and forth, calling out his beloved's name.
"Yoochun?"
The baritone let himself in; sitting down on the couch, he was obviously agitated. His eyes were red and swollen from crying.
"Are you ok, hyung? Why are you crying?"
Junsu sat next to Yoochun; a look of concern on his face.
A deep and raspy voice, whispered his name.
"Su-ah."
Junsu gasped as Yoochun's bee stung lips pressed hard against his. The baritone moaned; body aching and on fire.
The younger man's hands pressed hard against Yoochun's chest, fighting off his hyung's onslaught.
"Yoochun stop; we've discussed this. I know you love me; I love you too; but not that way."
Yoochun did not listen. He continued to molest a frightened Junsu; the younger man panicking as his hyung began to grind his hips into his Su-ah's crotch.
"Oh my God," Junsu exclaimed as he felt Yoochun's hardened length twitching on top of him.
Junsu tried to relax; allowed Yoochun's tongue to slide between his teeth. Junsu began to cry. He loved Yoochun; loved him so much. But he had no idea what to do. It all started as a joke. From the beginning the fans had paired them up; made them out to be lovers. It was silly, really. It wasn't funny anymore.
Yoochun could have any girl he wanted; had every girl he wanted. Yet here he was, grinding his cock into Junsu's body. There wasn't anything Junsu could do. He resolved to be the victim; a pawn; Yoochun's plaything. That's how much he loved his hyung. Emotionally and spiritually, they were inseparable. Junsu just wasn't ready for the next step. He might never be ready.
Junsu clung to Yoochun for dear life; the baritone's body shaking as he thrust forward; still fully clothed; he continued to hump his friend. Reaching his end; he groaned and bucked forward; spilling hard and heavy; Junsu held him fast until he was finally spent.
Reaching out, Junsu ran his fingers through Yoochun's damp hair; the baritone collapsing his full weight upon the younger man. Yoochun whimpered; his slender body shivering on top of Su-ah. Overcome with exhaustion, the baritone fell unconscious; a trembling Junsu beneath him.
"Oh Chunnie, what am I to do with you?"
Junsu wept; his mind confused; his heart torn asunder; he drifted to sleep in the arms of his beloved.