Shuffling Realities Chapter Five
Title: Shuffling Realities
Length: 5 / 7
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: YooSu, JaeHo
Summary: Park Yoochun is married to Kim Junsu. But, what happens when Junsu goes back to being Xiah?
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His shift had ended hours ago and although it had not been busy at the hospital, he stayed around to help out wherever he could. But the crowd thinned out as the night wore on so he had no choice but to leave.
Even though he was sad, he was still human. Therefore, despite the lack of appetite, he forced himself to pick something out of the variety of instant food lining the shelves.
Cooking had lost its attraction ever since it became preparation for sustenance. And with every morsel tasting similar, he no longer felt the difference between making food and buying it.
After paying the cashier, he picked up the bag and left the convenience store.
The late spring night was still chilly with the occasional gust of wind ruffling his hair and pushing him to speed up the pace towards his car.
Almost tripping over something on the poorly lit road, he muttered a curse under his breath and was about to move on when the scent of copper reached his nose.
Being a doctor made him extremely sensitive to blood. Which allowed him to be able to make an estimate on the loss by the smell of it alone.
And so he knew that if left alone, the person could possibly die.
Without a torch, the only alternative was to use his mobile phone as a light source and try to check on the victim.
The pale face scrunched up in pain brushed all the colour off his too.
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It was not what he expected.
Maybe a dirty alley with rats and insects crawling around. Perhaps the hospital with white sheets and lights. Even the extend of never waking up, moving onto eternal darkness.
But the soft glow and gentle warmth of sunshine on his skin as he woke up on a cozy bed, that he found quite impossible to register in his brain.
Flipping off the covers and pushing himself to sit up with difficulty, he realised that his wounds had been attended to and bandaged properly.
Just then, the door opened slowly and a figure moved in with gentle steps while trying to balance a fully loaded tray.
When he saw the other's face, the reason for the sense of familiarity finally dawned on him.
"Junsu, you're awake! I brought you breakfast and some medicine..."
Ignoring the chirpy voice, he tried to stand up from the bed, looking around for a shirt to throw on.
"No, Su, don't try to stand up you'll only aggravate the injury on your..."
"Do not touch me!" He swept the hands off his arms, only to feel a sharp pain beneath the gauze on his shoulder, followed by a growing patch of red on the white.
Lacking blood and food, his energy level plummeted and he fell backwards onto the bed.
Yoochun hoisted the smaller body into a more comfortable position and went to retrieve his medical kit.
When he reappeared, the younger was still in the same position, trying to deal with both the pain and weakness by taking deep breaths.
Sighing, he sat down on the bed and took out the necessary equipment, pulling on a pair of surgical gloves.
"Junsu-sshi, I'm not going to force you to stay, I don't think I can do that, actually."
Cutting away the stained bandages with a pair of scissors.
"But I'll have to re-do the stitches on your shoulder, after which, I'd suggest that you eat something if you want to gain enough energy to walk out of this house."
Removing the stitches.
"I won't deny that I have selfish desires for bringing you back here, but seeing that there were multiple slash wounds, you would have been questioned by the police if I brought you to the hospital."
Prepaing the needle.
"Your wounds will need a couple of days to heal, more if you don't take care of yourself. This will hurt a bit."
Sewing up the torn skin.
Eyebrows tried to meet as their owner felt the material running through his skin.
Su hates getting stitched up, he hasn't changed, it's still him. "I suppose whoever that was trying to harm you last night doesn't know about this house."
Snipping off the end of the thread, he wrapped up the job with new bandages.
"I'll leave the breakfast tray on the bedside table. The pills are to help you with the pain and to prevent infections."
Just as the door was about to be closed, a small voice called out.
"I would like to make a call, please."
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"I don't need you to feed me, I'm fine eating by myself! I ate breakfast..."
"Yes, your eating breakfast was fine. Nothing's wrong with your eating. Except that your left shoulder and right palm are both injured and you choosed to let your wounds bleed again instead of asking for help."
"I'm a man, I can take the pain."
"And use up all my medical supplies faster than I planned to."
"..."
"Please open your mouth, my arm is getting tired."
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"Why can't I just take a shower? I'm fully capable of cleaning myself."
"The same reason why you can't feed yourself. And your wounds shouldn't get wet."
"I'm not an invalid or an old man! I don't do sponge baths!"
"If your body isn't clean then bacteria will multiply and spread, cause infections. Besides, I cleaned you when I brought you back, so this won't the first time."
"I still don't want you to be doing that."
"My nearest neighbour is a 60 year old lady who lives half a mile away, I can ask her if you prefer that."
Glare. "You do not touch me below the waist."
"You have a cut on your thigh too. I'll just wipe down your legs."
... ...
"Ouch! Why did you slap me?!"
"Watch where you're touching!"
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As the last piece of bandage was removed, both doctor and patient expressed satisfaction at the well healed skin.
"If you had been less stubborn, there wouldn't be a scar on your shoulder."
Fingers ran over the short ridge. "It's not like I'm a girl, it's alright to have a few scars here and there. And you didn't do such a bad job, it's barely noticeable."
Yoochun reached out with a hand but quickly retracted it as he received a frown. "But how many more scars with you get in future?"
Eyes met over the tender concern in the spoken words.
From there, a turmoil of emotions erupted, the men swept into a whirlwind that neither wanted to put too much consideration into.
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They fumbled up the stairs, down the hallway and into the room, barely stopping long enough to close the door.
Lips stuck together as though they were trying to merge as one, creating a perfect tunnel for tongues to slide through.
Frantic hands tore at each other's clothing while they rolled on the bed, fighting for the position of dominance.
It did not take long before the taller male gained the upper hand.
A final thrust brought both of them to their climax, leaving a mixture of seeds dripping onto the sheets as they remained stationary less their heaving chests.
Gently extracting himself, Yoochun laid down, gathering Junsu into his arms and planting a kiss on his lips.
He smiled as his love snuggled closer, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace, and they drifted off to sleep.
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A/N: I admit that I'm posting this because I want to post the prologue for the other fic. BUT I will finish this fic before I start on the next chapter for the other, so I will not be abandoning this one.
Junsu's fine. =] (You know what I mean.)