Redeeming Eden Chapter Nine
Title: Redeeming Eden
Length: Chaptered
Rating: PG and growing
Pairings: YooSu, JaeHo, MinOther
Summary: Love, Hatred, Gratitude, Revenge. Is love worth all the pain they have to go through?
30th November
The head of soft brown hair rested on his arm, the strands splayed across his white shirt. Junsu's eyelids were still closed, his breathing light and even.
Yoochun gently leaned towards Junsu, his fingers stroking the brown silky hair. The pair of plump lips spread into a silly smile during his perusal of the sleeping angel's face, a warm fuzzy feeling engulfed his heart. Even the unsightly patches of discoloration on his skin did nothing to cover the beauty caught by the eyes of a beloved. So beautiful.. My beautiful Junsu... Heh, mine... He stifled a giggle, not wanting to wake the other up.
Reluctantly leaving the soft strands, his hand shifted to Junsu's hand, picking it up and bringing it to his lips. A light peck but leaden with love.
Yoochun planted kisses on Junsu's hair, forehead, eyes, cheeks and on the tip of his nose. Rubbing noses in an Eskimo kiss, his eyes fell on the pink pouty lips. The memory of the kiss they 'shared' in the park brought another smile.
In place of the previous mischief, his movements this time carried nothing but love. Yoochun gently rubbed his lips against Junsu's, his eyelids lowered, concentrating on the feel.
A couple of seconds on, Junsu awoke, eyelids opened slightly and eyelashes brushing against Yoochun's.
The first thing that came to his sight was the absence of a gap between their lips. His shock drove his eyes wide open and he wanted to draw back.
The hand on the back of Junsu's head prevented any reversal.
Yoochun pressed in further, his eyes completely closed now. He took to sucking on Junsu's upper lip and then moved to the lower. His head tilted, tongue running on plump flesh, requesting entrance into the warm honeyed enclosure.
Junsu had stilled and was slowly relaxing by Yoochun's loving gestures. His response was initially nonexistent, but gradually started to let Yoochun urge him on. Easing the tight hold on his lips, he allowed Yoochun to slip in.
Tongues twirled around, nectar exchanged and Adam's apples bobbed at swallowing each other's sweet moisture. Both of them were totally immersed in the little interaction of love, not wanting to ever let go till their lungs ran hollow.
After adding a final peck on the swollen lips, Yoochun broke the kiss unwillingly. He propped himself up by the elbows, breathing heavily, trying to reclaim every bit of air missing from the suspension.
Junsu was grateful for the return of respiration, his body finally getting the oxygen much needed. The realization of the passion in the kiss they just shared brought a deep blush to Junsu's face and he burrowed his head into the crook of Yoochun's neck, shyly hiding from the other's eyes.
Yoochun was more than happy to have the contiguity increased. He turned to lay on his back, bringing Junsu's body to rest on his own. The contact between them was not allowed to be broken throughout all movements.
With concern for the other's injuries, Junsu shifted to place his body next to Yoochun's on the bed but remained in the loving embrace. Still feeling the heat of embarrassment, he kept his face hidden from view.
Gentle digits returned to their playground before, fingering the fine hair as the bliss of mutual love encompassed the 2 men.
"Junsu-ah, I'll never leave you again. And you'll never leave me, we'll always be together, right?"
No response.
"Su.."
He maintained the silence but Junsu nodded furiously, his actions clearly felt by the man who held him close.
Teeth flashed and eyes thinned into a line. The tremendous joy almost had Yoochun burst into laughter. He pressed the side of his face to the other's, ceasing the nods and taking in the distinctive light fragrance as he left a light kiss on the shell of Junsu's ear. "I'm sorry I left without a word the last time. I wen.."
Junsu suddenly turned to face him, pressing their foreheads together and their noses touching. "No, you don't have to explain anything. I.. I trust you."
Yoochun's smile returned. A fast peck on the lips. "Because you trust me, I have to explain. I want to tell you."
Silent agreement. Biding eyes.
"I went back to Fairfax, Virginia. Yoohwan, my little brother, was in a critical condition in the hospital due to pneumonia. My parents needed me so I spent the 2 weeks with them."
"Your brother..."
"He recovered. Everything's fine now."
Tears flooded Junsu's eyes before spilling over. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I wasn't with you when you needed me, whe.. I.. waitin.." He could no longer say complete words, his speech replaced by uncontrollable sobs and sniffs.
Yoochun panicked at the sudden outburst, quickly drawing Junsu closer and kissing the tears away. He cursed in his mind, blaming himself for insisting on the culpable topic, for making his beloved cry. "Hush, don't cry. No more. From now on, you will be with me when I need you. And I will be with you when you need me, even when you don't need me."
Words that successfully calmed them and brought smiles back to faces beautiful with love.
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Dimly lit by the soft glow from wall lamps, One Bar provided the correct mix of privacy and interaction for its patrons.
Only a few of the tables were taken and the staff pretty much left these quiet drinkers to themselves, appearing only when needed.
A piano stood on the central stage, a pianist continued his performance regardless of the response given.
Kitaro's One Man's Dream.
At a table hidden from view in the dark, a man sat taking in every note and feeling the loss in his heart deepen as the seconds ticked by. He leaned back, letting the chair fully support the weight of his tired body and at the same time forcing every escaping tear back.
Yunho picked up the glass of whiskey and drained it, then ordered another.
Right at the opposite end, in a similarly lit corner, stray rays of light gave life to pictures of bliss.
2 sleeping figures clothed in white, limbs wrapped around each other and a shared blanket added on to the warmth. One pair of lips mirrored the other in a smile retained even in slumber.
Changmin swirled the red wine in the glass he held by the stem, eyes never leaving the photographs on the table.
Flashback
Earlier in the evening
He was the only one left in the office, waiting for a man to bring him answers.
The shrill ring of the telephone was unexpected. "Yes?"
"The photos are in the mailbox. Taken this afternoon at the Seoul Central General Hospital."
"Got it."
End
It was his second bottle and still he was unable to reach a decision. Hyung, you are heading on a road of no return. It will only place more burden on you. How are you ever going to chose? I want to save you, I really want to. Yet how can I stop this when he has brought back to you the happiness you lost?