Promise in an Apron Pocket 3/6
His over-stuffed black and red duffle bag fell to the floor next to his temporary bed. Junsu began the arduous task of unpacking the last of his clothes in the already cluttered room. He still had his doubts about moving in, but Yoochun flat out refused to let him return to his apartment. In fact, the only reason he had time to get his things from the apartment he shared with Changmin was when Yoochun wasn't around to stop him. In all truth and honesty, the three pairs of underwear he originally packed wasn't going to last him the rest of the week.
It had taken some getting used to, waking up with Yoochun pouncing him every morning, but now it seemed so familiar. He barely even noticed the arms wrapping around his waist until a warm breath in his ear seemed to take the breath from his lungs.
"Miss me?"
"Get off! You scared the-" Junsu broke out of Yoochun hold on him, turning a well-aimed glare his way, but wincing at his sudden movement. "I really hate you."
"So you did miss me!"
Yoochun ignored the flat answer--"Hell no."
The older man took his hand, gazing in thought. "So did you see anything recently?"
Yoochun had a unique way of asking, but Junsu was used to the 'Chun-speak.' He was trying to ask if there had been any more visions. Since Junsu had been at Yoochun's place, there must have been more stimuli for the flashbacks. "No, except one where you wouldn't stop throwing flowers at me."
"Hm, I think you like that one - I'll write that down."
Well, there was one more, but he hadn't told Yoochun about it yet. But only because, well, because they were different from the rest. The memory moved in his mind like a shadow, and he had to bit his lip at the images in his mind. The scene was dark, red, -rushed.
"Junsu?"
"Huh?"
There was a slight hesitation before Yoochun nudged his shoulder. "No snarky comeback telling me to stop hitting on you?"
Honestly, he didn't even pick up on the teasing anymore. "Uhm, stop hitting on me?"
Yoochun stared. Sure, he might have gotten a few bruises from the punches Junsu seemed more willing to give out - but he didn't want to see his Junsu change too much. "Seriously, you okay?"
"Yeah."
Oh and, his Junsu? Yoochun didn't know what he was thinking. "Junsu, I made lunch." He motioned Junsu towards the table, where the elegant lunch was set up and displayed atop the newly discovered, wooden table.
"Hot dogs. Oh Yoochun, you work too hard for me, dear."
"I try, bootyful."
"Shut up."
That brought a smile to Yoochun's face Junsu didn't miss. And they ate.
"You've got a little ketchup there." Before Junsu even reached for the napkin, Yoochun wiped it off with his finger, licking it off his finger afterwards.
"Yoochun."
"Hm?"
"Nothing."
The rest of the day, Junsu shut himself up with his books, leaving the rest of his unpacked clothes as well as Yoochun out of his thoughts. He wasn't trying to, but he had inadvertently ignored Yoochun.
Unsurprisingly, he didn't mind the silence.
"I'm so...so sorry."
Crimson flowed like wine over his closed hands, dirtied and scorching.
Junsu let out a silent scream at the pain in his chest, his mind darting in and out of the flashback. His attempt to hold on to the present and not slip into his mind caused him to grip the mattress like a lifeline.
He had to stop this feeling.
"Junsu..." The sound broken by pain and blood as he struggled to breathe. Junsu peered down at the man before him, his vision blurred by tears. His hand was acting on it's own as it pulled the sharp blade from his lover's chest and pressed against his chest, his hands still wrapped tightly by unseen bonds.
He let out a strangled scream as metal pierced his skin, sinking deep below the surface.
Please forgive me, Yoochun...
"YOOCH!-"
The hands supporting him brought him back to focus. Yoochun was rubbing his back, repeating his name like a mantra. His breathing slowed back to a normal pace. The hand on his back stopped, resting and warming a spot on his back.
Yoochun helped him up, deciding it was best to put in on the bed; Junsu was exhausted for some reason.
"I'm not going to ask but whatever it is, you can tell me later, Sunshine-boy."
Junsu's hands balled around the end of Yoochun's shirt. "Ugh, Yoochun, I'm going to kill you."
"That's the Junsu I know and love."
Junsu was already asleep, but the death grip on his shirt would not relent.
A pain still burned in Yoochun’s chest as he watched Junsu sleep, white knuckles peeking above the death grip Junsu still had on his blue t-shirt. Knowing that Junsu wouldn't accept this as an excuse to wake up together, he squirmed out of the shirt - with Junsu still holding on to it.
"You're a lot of trouble, Sunshine."
//
The front door had barely slammed shut behind Yoochun before Junsu had his head out of the door-his weight supported on wobbly legs, short brown hair resembling something from an American horror film.
"You left your dirty laundry, but couldn't leave a note or something?"
"See, I knew you would worry one of these days." Yoochun grinned, haphazardly dropping a grocery bag on the couch. Junsu could see the grin falter. "Are you alright?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Maybe if he pretended nothing had happened, the subject would drop altogether.
Then again, maybe not.
"Junsu, are you not telling me something?" Yoochun grabbed his arm, holding it still so Junsu could not walk away from him. He knew it was asking a lot for Junsu to trust him completely, but their situation wasn't exactly that of a normal relationship.
"Yoochun, just leave it alone."
"Tell me."
"Yoochun, please!" Junsu pried the fingers off his wrist. He wasn't some princess that needed the Prince Charming's protection.
"Junsu. Tell me what he said."
"He just said the usual stuff - your family thinks I'm your whore, remember?"
"You're lying. You wouldn't leave over that."
"Wouldn't I? Yoochun, I have pride too - I am a man also."
"No, Junsu, please." Yoochun entwined his fingers with Junsu's.
"I shouldn't stay with you, Yoochun." Junsu frowned as he reluctantly took his hand back; I'm going to end up killing you.
"Ah." Yoochun's hand jerked back and he rubbed his temples. "Well, that isn't something we should do everyday."
"You saw it too?"
"At the same time I'm guessing. I wonder what you had to tell me."
"Me too..." Apparently, they did have the same flashback, but they did not share minds. Yoochun saw it from his point of view, and was still clueless.
"Is that why you've been acting weird, Junsu? You think you should leave?"
"No!" His mouth moved before he had a chance to correct it. "It's not that."
For the first time since that day in the coffee shop, Yoochun didn't reply with a sly remark, just a silent, intense gaze that seemed to search for a further explanation.
"I just think this is getting out of hand. I don't want to go back with Changmin...at least, for now, but I can't take this."
"Were you a first born?"
"What?"
"You seem to think you're the only one putting up with this. It's not all fun and games for me, either, Sunshine."
"Stop calling me that!"
"No."
Damn. One of these days, Junsu was going to rip that stupid grin off Yoochun's face.
"Fine then," Junsu countered with his own smirk, "pervert."
Yoochun smiled, a hand ruffling Junsu's hair. "Now you're starting to have fun, Mr. Applebottoms."
Junsu looked at Yoochun, countenance displaying his slight confusion. He totally understood Yoochun's character but he could never predict anything about the man. It only took him a moment to recover, but before he could think of something to fire in return, Yoochun's grin grew wider.
"I saw something this morning."
"Hm?"
"It was kind of like this." With that, Yoochun took Junsu's chin, "Trust me and stay", and kissed him. He exhaled against Junsu's lips when he drew back. "Kind of like that."
Junsu licked his lips before answering, “That’s nothing compared to what I saw the other day."
"What did you see?"
Junsu pulled Yoochun’s hand away, leaning forward enough until their noses were inches apart. The back of Yoochun’s knees hit the couch, causing him to happily hold onto Junsu's waist. "Something like...this." Junsu nibbled on Yoochun’s ear for a moment before licking his way down the base of Yoochun’s collarbone. For a moment, he could feel the pulse beneath his lips beat faster, and he couldn't hide the smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. Before Yoochun could pull him back in for another kiss, Junsu leaned forward, his hips pushing against Yoochun’s. He could feel Yoochun’s hands fall further down his waist until they rested smug over his back jeans pockets.
"Like this?"
"Actually, no."
Yoochun raised his eyebrows. "No?"
"By now, you were already undressed." With that, Junsu let go of Yoochun, watching him lose balance and tumble backwards. As he watched Junsu disappear with a slam behind the bedroom door, Yoochun was left to wonder why Junsu had all the good memories.
It took him a few seconds to gather himself and the parts of his brain that weren't fried. A smirk couldn't help but creep its way to his face as well, Oh, I think he likes me. And yes, there was a singsong voice. He got up, walked to Junsu's door and shouted, "So that's why you take so long looking for the toothpaste in the morning. You're looking for condoms!"
"No, I'm not!" Now, Yoochun couldn't really take the whiny voice coming from the door seriously.
"Yes, you are!"
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are!"
The door flew open, "No! I'm not!"
"Yes. You are. And if you really must know, they're in the bottom left drawer.”
It had taken some getting used to, waking up with Yoochun pouncing him every morning, but now it seemed so familiar. He barely even noticed the arms wrapping around his waist until a warm breath in his ear seemed to take the breath from his lungs.
"Miss me?"
"Get off! You scared the-" Junsu broke out of Yoochun hold on him, turning a well-aimed glare his way, but wincing at his sudden movement. "I really hate you."
"So you did miss me!"
Yoochun ignored the flat answer--"Hell no."
The older man took his hand, gazing in thought. "So did you see anything recently?"
Yoochun had a unique way of asking, but Junsu was used to the 'Chun-speak.' He was trying to ask if there had been any more visions. Since Junsu had been at Yoochun's place, there must have been more stimuli for the flashbacks. "No, except one where you wouldn't stop throwing flowers at me."
"Hm, I think you like that one - I'll write that down."
Well, there was one more, but he hadn't told Yoochun about it yet. But only because, well, because they were different from the rest. The memory moved in his mind like a shadow, and he had to bit his lip at the images in his mind. The scene was dark, red, -rushed.
"Junsu?"
"Huh?"
There was a slight hesitation before Yoochun nudged his shoulder. "No snarky comeback telling me to stop hitting on you?"
Honestly, he didn't even pick up on the teasing anymore. "Uhm, stop hitting on me?"
Yoochun stared. Sure, he might have gotten a few bruises from the punches Junsu seemed more willing to give out - but he didn't want to see his Junsu change too much. "Seriously, you okay?"
"Yeah."
Oh and, his Junsu? Yoochun didn't know what he was thinking. "Junsu, I made lunch." He motioned Junsu towards the table, where the elegant lunch was set up and displayed atop the newly discovered, wooden table.
"Hot dogs. Oh Yoochun, you work too hard for me, dear."
"I try, bootyful."
"Shut up."
That brought a smile to Yoochun's face Junsu didn't miss. And they ate.
"You've got a little ketchup there." Before Junsu even reached for the napkin, Yoochun wiped it off with his finger, licking it off his finger afterwards.
"Yoochun."
"Hm?"
"Nothing."
The rest of the day, Junsu shut himself up with his books, leaving the rest of his unpacked clothes as well as Yoochun out of his thoughts. He wasn't trying to, but he had inadvertently ignored Yoochun.
Unsurprisingly, he didn't mind the silence.
"I'm so...so sorry."
Crimson flowed like wine over his closed hands, dirtied and scorching.
Junsu let out a silent scream at the pain in his chest, his mind darting in and out of the flashback. His attempt to hold on to the present and not slip into his mind caused him to grip the mattress like a lifeline.
He had to stop this feeling.
"Junsu..." The sound broken by pain and blood as he struggled to breathe. Junsu peered down at the man before him, his vision blurred by tears. His hand was acting on it's own as it pulled the sharp blade from his lover's chest and pressed against his chest, his hands still wrapped tightly by unseen bonds.
He let out a strangled scream as metal pierced his skin, sinking deep below the surface.
Please forgive me, Yoochun...
"YOOCH!-"
The hands supporting him brought him back to focus. Yoochun was rubbing his back, repeating his name like a mantra. His breathing slowed back to a normal pace. The hand on his back stopped, resting and warming a spot on his back.
Yoochun helped him up, deciding it was best to put in on the bed; Junsu was exhausted for some reason.
"I'm not going to ask but whatever it is, you can tell me later, Sunshine-boy."
Junsu's hands balled around the end of Yoochun's shirt. "Ugh, Yoochun, I'm going to kill you."
"That's the Junsu I know and love."
Junsu was already asleep, but the death grip on his shirt would not relent.
A pain still burned in Yoochun’s chest as he watched Junsu sleep, white knuckles peeking above the death grip Junsu still had on his blue t-shirt. Knowing that Junsu wouldn't accept this as an excuse to wake up together, he squirmed out of the shirt - with Junsu still holding on to it.
"You're a lot of trouble, Sunshine."
//
The front door had barely slammed shut behind Yoochun before Junsu had his head out of the door-his weight supported on wobbly legs, short brown hair resembling something from an American horror film.
"You left your dirty laundry, but couldn't leave a note or something?"
"See, I knew you would worry one of these days." Yoochun grinned, haphazardly dropping a grocery bag on the couch. Junsu could see the grin falter. "Are you alright?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Maybe if he pretended nothing had happened, the subject would drop altogether.
Then again, maybe not.
"Junsu, are you not telling me something?" Yoochun grabbed his arm, holding it still so Junsu could not walk away from him. He knew it was asking a lot for Junsu to trust him completely, but their situation wasn't exactly that of a normal relationship.
"Yoochun, just leave it alone."
"Tell me."
"Yoochun, please!" Junsu pried the fingers off his wrist. He wasn't some princess that needed the Prince Charming's protection.
"Junsu. Tell me what he said."
"He just said the usual stuff - your family thinks I'm your whore, remember?"
"You're lying. You wouldn't leave over that."
"Wouldn't I? Yoochun, I have pride too - I am a man also."
"No, Junsu, please." Yoochun entwined his fingers with Junsu's.
"I shouldn't stay with you, Yoochun." Junsu frowned as he reluctantly took his hand back; I'm going to end up killing you.
"Ah." Yoochun's hand jerked back and he rubbed his temples. "Well, that isn't something we should do everyday."
"You saw it too?"
"At the same time I'm guessing. I wonder what you had to tell me."
"Me too..." Apparently, they did have the same flashback, but they did not share minds. Yoochun saw it from his point of view, and was still clueless.
"Is that why you've been acting weird, Junsu? You think you should leave?"
"No!" His mouth moved before he had a chance to correct it. "It's not that."
For the first time since that day in the coffee shop, Yoochun didn't reply with a sly remark, just a silent, intense gaze that seemed to search for a further explanation.
"I just think this is getting out of hand. I don't want to go back with Changmin...at least, for now, but I can't take this."
"Were you a first born?"
"What?"
"You seem to think you're the only one putting up with this. It's not all fun and games for me, either, Sunshine."
"Stop calling me that!"
"No."
Damn. One of these days, Junsu was going to rip that stupid grin off Yoochun's face.
"Fine then," Junsu countered with his own smirk, "pervert."
Yoochun smiled, a hand ruffling Junsu's hair. "Now you're starting to have fun, Mr. Applebottoms."
Junsu looked at Yoochun, countenance displaying his slight confusion. He totally understood Yoochun's character but he could never predict anything about the man. It only took him a moment to recover, but before he could think of something to fire in return, Yoochun's grin grew wider.
"I saw something this morning."
"Hm?"
"It was kind of like this." With that, Yoochun took Junsu's chin, "Trust me and stay", and kissed him. He exhaled against Junsu's lips when he drew back. "Kind of like that."
Junsu licked his lips before answering, “That’s nothing compared to what I saw the other day."
"What did you see?"
Junsu pulled Yoochun’s hand away, leaning forward enough until their noses were inches apart. The back of Yoochun’s knees hit the couch, causing him to happily hold onto Junsu's waist. "Something like...this." Junsu nibbled on Yoochun’s ear for a moment before licking his way down the base of Yoochun’s collarbone. For a moment, he could feel the pulse beneath his lips beat faster, and he couldn't hide the smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. Before Yoochun could pull him back in for another kiss, Junsu leaned forward, his hips pushing against Yoochun’s. He could feel Yoochun’s hands fall further down his waist until they rested smug over his back jeans pockets.
"Like this?"
"Actually, no."
Yoochun raised his eyebrows. "No?"
"By now, you were already undressed." With that, Junsu let go of Yoochun, watching him lose balance and tumble backwards. As he watched Junsu disappear with a slam behind the bedroom door, Yoochun was left to wonder why Junsu had all the good memories.
It took him a few seconds to gather himself and the parts of his brain that weren't fried. A smirk couldn't help but creep its way to his face as well, Oh, I think he likes me. And yes, there was a singsong voice. He got up, walked to Junsu's door and shouted, "So that's why you take so long looking for the toothpaste in the morning. You're looking for condoms!"
"No, I'm not!" Now, Yoochun couldn't really take the whiny voice coming from the door seriously.
"Yes, you are!"
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are!"
The door flew open, "No! I'm not!"
"Yes. You are. And if you really must know, they're in the bottom left drawer.”