Promise in an Apron Pocket 5/6

[x_voracity]

A/N: Eep~ I know we're a tad late. With

lilfirefly's busy schedule and my first week of college - we couldn't find a good 'meeting' time for a day. Hope you guys like :} This is the longest chapter.

"Please, Yoochun, let me out."

"Why? What happened?"

"I can't keep our promise."

Junsu recoiled in Yoochun’s grasp, his eyes finally meeting Yoochun’s for a fraction of a second. "This isn't working out. You, you have your obligations to the city, and your... family..."

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

"Your brother."

"My brother?"

"Yoochun just let me leave."

"Junsu, you aren't making any sense."

"Yoochun, don't be so overemotional. That's why your brother thinks you can't take over." Junsu embraced the man, squeezing him as if he would disappear if he didn't hold on tight enough. He stayed like that for a few seconds, and Yoochun remained silent, unsure of what to say. "Sucks that the last place we made love was in your shower. I would have wanted it on your bed or something."

Yoochun held his breath after hearing that. What? "Uhm..."

"I know, it's inappropriate for me to talk about sex at a time like this! I guess this is what your brother means about me being lower class." Junsu laughed nervously into Yoochun's chest, his hold on Yoochun still tight.

"How, uhm, why - no, uhm - did you like it?"

"Yoochun you're so stupid." Junsu nuzzled a sensitive area just under YooChun’s collarbone in a familiar, but affectionate way. If YooChun was any good at reading the shorter man, that was a ‘yes.’

Yoochun decided to take matters into his own hands, lifted Junsu's chin and looked into his half lidded eyes. "I can't believe I'm doing this again."

"You always do thi-" Junsu's words were cut off by Yoochun's lips.

The soft meeting of their lips was enough to drive Yoochun temporarily into insanity. As the kiss intensified, so did the friction that was too good to be true. He felt the silent resignation or Junsu’s mouth, his tongue plunging past Junsu’s lips. The other’s moan reverberated in Yoochun’s throat sending shivers up his spine and down his arms. He tightened his hold on Junsu’s arms, pulling him even closer. Still, a nagging portion of his brain couldn’t help but wonder how long this would last before-

"Mmf! Yoochun, what are you doing!?"

-Junsu woke up.

"What? You started it."

"How did you-Why are you in here? I thought you were sleeping on the couch!"

Before Yoochun could think of a realistic answer, a deep blush spread across Junsu's face. He followed the direction of Junsu's embarrassed gaze to where their hips seemed to meet; Junsu’s left leg wrapped securely around the calf of YooChun’s right. He smirked.

"Well, someone seemed to like that."

"Shut up," He yelled, pushing Yoochun back against the wall and further away from him, "I don't understand you!"

"No, I really don't understand you! You were the one telling me about making love in my shower."

"Why...would I say that?" He was clearly at a loss for words.

"I don't know."

"I have a headache." Junsu narrowly missed slamming the door on YooChun’s face in an effort to get away. He sat down on the couch with his knees up to his chin, fingers working in circles around his throbbing temples.

Yoochun joined him, but kept his distance. He didn’t know what the hell was going on. "How did you know that I have a brother?"

"I didn't."

"Okay. Junsu, hear me out. I am not trying to hit on you but you were the one telling me about how we 'made love' and my brother doesn’t like it."

Junsu stared at him, obviously clueless to what Yoochun was talking about in the first place. He stared at the pattern on the rug, as if in the zigzags and swirls he could find an answer. "Yoochun, I don't remember saying any of that."

//

A small chirping noise filtered through the crack in the bedroom door, the radio alarm's electronic sound attempting to arouse Junsu from his scattered thoughts. He eyed his uniform hanging on the back of a kitchen chair only a few feet from where he still sat curled up against the armrest.

"I have to go to work." In the two hours after their unusual wake up call, neither had said a word past simple passing conversations. (“Man, it’s so hot in here! I think I’m going to take a shower,” “Now where did I put that apron...?” “I forgot, do you like your eggs brown or black?”)

"So we didn't--"

"No, we didn’t! Can you quit it with the sex jokes? This isn't some game, okay?" Junsu threw his over sized t-shirt at Yoochun, hitting him in the face.

"I thought you liked it..."

"Well, I didn't. We might have shared something in a past life, but in this one, you're still the same annoying customer that I wish I wouldn’t have...."

He never finished that thought. Instead, he continued silently changing into his uniform.

He made his way outside, walking to work and hoping Yoochun wouldn't show up that day -especially after what had happened in the past few days. It would be a little more than awkward. Still, that didn't stop him from automatically making a certain familiar customer's coffee - more cream, hold the sugar. Yoochun didn’t like sweets.

There was the familiar ring of the bell, signaling a customer's entrance. Junsu probably would have ignored it, being so used to it, but he's been told to keep an eye on whoever walks in. His voice was trained to greet each face with friendly welcomes and polite courtesies. And that was what Junsu was about to do until he noticed that the person who walked in was Changmin.

"What are you d-"

"Come outside with me."

"What? No."

"I need to talk to you, Junsu. And if we can't do it somewhere more private we can do it here."

Changmin was a clever one - or so Junsu always thought. "Fine." He asked the manager to take five, and stepped outside with Changmin.

The alley behind the store that once was their safe hideaway from work just wasn't as inviting this time and Junsu tried his best to preoccupy himself with retying his apron around his waist while Changmin leaned against the wall. A familiar warm breeze promising an afternoon shower rushed through the alley.

"Please, come back."

Junsu's foot scraped a small circle in the dirt beside the brick wall. "I can't."

Changmin nodded knowingly. "I still love you, you know that."

"...Yeah." He knew it deep down, that he still loved his old friend despite everything. "But I can't go back to loving you-"

"Is it because of him?"

"Him?- He has nothing to do with my decision."

"Then you tell me he isn't telling you to stay - that I'm a danger to you."

He couldn't say that. "I can't help but think any sane person wouldn't watch what happened and assume I was safe - and loved."

"Too bad the people who see us don't know us."

Changmin's always been a smart one, but Junsu wondered if Changmin was trying to convince him what they had was okay - because he felt like it was the opposite. It wasn't okay. It wasn't okay to not find that security in that someone that is supposed to be your safety. "Changmin, I just don't want -"

The kiss was soft, sweet...and forced. Junsu could feel Changmin holding back the pressure he craved to push upon Junsu. There was nothing in it. The kiss lacked something that he didn't realize was ever missing.

Something he had felt only hours ago, but not from Changmin.

As their lips parted, there was a mutual understanding. And it ripped at Junsu's heart. "Changmin I--"

"You choose him."

"Some things just happen Changmin. We didn't. I have to get back to work..."

He never stopped him from leaving, merely moving aside to make from for the other. It left Junsu with a strange, empty feeling, as empty as the store as soon as the rain came. A few lost stragglers came in to the offered sanctuary from the light rain-turned-down pour outside. He watched the rain run off the roof in sheets outside while he waited for the day to end, until finally it did.

//

When he entered Yoochun's apartment, most of the lights were off. A dim lamp was on in the corner of the living room. Yoochun was on his piano bench, tapping away at the keys, pausing when Junsu came closer.

"Dinner's still warm."

Junsu looked over at the covered dishes on the dinner table. Eating alone wasn't very appealing.  But after all that happened, he was unsure of how to ask Yoochun for company. Well actually, he never had to ask, Yoochun simply just did what he did. But now, all Junsu had were a warm dinner and Yoochun's sad melody.

"When did you start playing?"

"Since I was a kid - though I kind of hated it then."

"Oh." He took another bite. Yoochun made spaghetti - one of the few things he could cook without making a gigantic mess in his unorganized kitchen. That and, he had his mother's formula for making sauce that absolutely delicious.

"How long since you've been ambidextrous? "

"Since I was 5 or so. How can you tell?"

"You smack with your right hand but you eat with your left." There was more silence that was filled with Junsu finishing his meal and neither of them moving. Yoochun tapped a few keys.

"How long have you been living alone?"

"A long time."

Junsu shoved the half-empty dinner plates in the sink, accidentally dislodging a plastic cup from the pile and watching it roll across the floor. The sounds of Yoochun’s piano stopped, ending on a low note that he didn't think was part of the song - but who was he to judge. He continued to mechanically wash the dishes, but the eyes he knew were watching him seemed relentless in their staring contest.

"Junsu, how long have you been wanting me?"

The china dish in his hand slipped back into the soapy water, clunking against whatever else lay beneath the foam.

"What? I thought we went over this already."

Junsu put on the gloves to do the dishes, wanting to drop the subject. He could hear Yoochun's footsteps towards the kitchen - obviously the other man didn't share his plan. Yoochun arrived at his side, leaning on the surface next to the sink.

"When did you decide that you would choose me?" The question was different from Yoochun's usual jokes. It was soft, more serious, and sincere.

So Junsu put down the last dish into the soapy water, and he looked Yoochun right in the eye. "A long time ago, remember?"

Junsu's vision blurred at Yoochun’s soft touch, but he was already prepared for what he knew was coming.

"This is your last warning. Cut all ties with Yoochun or I'll cut them for you." The man in front of him stood a foot taller than Junsu, his intimidating gaze sending a cold chill down his arms.

Junsu tried not to let Yoochun’s brother get to him. It was an idle threat. Ever since the fire, Yoochun kept an even closer watch on him.

"I think I'll take my chances."

"That mouth of yours is going to be the end of both you and Yoochun. He should never have trusted a common whore."

As the man walked out of the room, he fixed his cold gaze on Junsu, a ghost of a smile on his contorted face. It seemed that with his departure from the room all the warmth from that summer had been swept away in his wake.

//

Junsu was back from one of his shifts when he found Yoochun napping on his couch - mouth open, one leg on the floor. Quite attractive, really. A few snorts here and there were only boosting the man's image of prince charming. He could only shake his head at the sight. Junsu put his bag down on the kitchen counter - deciding it would be best if he made dinner today and let Yoochun sleep. The man had a busy- well, what Junsu would guess to be a busy day. He never really asked Yoochun what he did, and it never came up because Junsu was always the one leaving for work anyway.

A thump was heard and Junsu looked over to see that Yoochun had successfully fallen to the living room floor - on soft carpeting at least. Junsu put down the ingredients he was preparing and decided it was best that he, well, move the man at least.

"Yoochun, you messy thing, you're going to drool all over your carpet."

Yoochun wasn't the lightest thing to pick up. His diet of hotdogs and pizza pockets during the day wasn't helping. After much struggling, Junsu managed to drag Yoochun into a sitting position against the couch. Yoochun never once stirred, but Junsu knew better. The last time he thought Yoochun was asleep he ended up in a pillow fight.

"I know you're pretending," he whispered, sitting next to Yoochun on the floor. The curve at the side of Yoochun’s lips finally gave him away.

"You're so observant, Su."

"You obviously fell off the couch so you could get me close enough to tackle again."

"Ah, and it was such a good plan, too."

"Yeah, you sure are the brilliant one. When did you wake up anyway?"

"Probably a little while after you came in - you were in the kitchen."

"You're quite attractive when you sleep."

"Oh, am I?" Yoochun sounded interested. Was Junsu finally hitting on him for a change?

"Yeah, like a beautiful Venus flytrap."

Yoochun laughed at the response Junsu gave. He was glad there were comfortable around each other again. It had been so awkward when they barely talked for those few days. But Junsu never seemed to fully recover from that - he was always seemingly more careful around Yoochun.

"Yoochun, about one of my dreams-"

"Oh no, no - not one of your dreams again. I have to eat first."

"Unless you really can eat flies, you're out of luck."

Yoochun seemed to actually think that option over. "It depends on if I have to share."

"We really need to talk about this one, it wasn't like the others," Junsu persisted, poking at Yoochun's growling stomach.

"I'll take us out to eat and pay too. Enough with your pervy thoughts."

"Yoochun!" No one could say that Junsu didn't try but the smile on Yoochun's face told Junsu that he could at least wait until tonight.  The older man went to go get dressed, leaving Junsu to repackage what he opened in the kitchen and then waiting for Yoochun to finish. "Why is it taking so long for you to do your hair?"

As Yoochun emerged from the bathroom, narrowly missing a tumbling book as he opened the door, Junsu saw what was taking so long. He eyed the black, pinstriped suit and black button up in disbelief.

"I think the zoo closed two hours ago, Yoochun."

Next to the suit, Junsu's worn khakis and soccer shirt couldn't compare.

"You're turned on."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are!"

"No, I'm really not." Junsu knew that this was going to go nowhere. "Am I underdressed?"

"No, you look fine. But if you want to change I got something for you - put it on your bed."

Junsu couldn't say he wasn't curious so he went to go take a look. And it was quite a site; he never really understood how simple suits could clean up someone's look so greatly. He looked towards the door, where Yoochun was standing and waiting - and he closed the door promptly.

What he didn't see was the smile that grew on Yoochun's face. "I guess that means you like it!"

Junsu decided not to answer, opting to just change instead.

The fabric was stiff, but surprisingly soft on the back of his neck. So much so that he decided to forget the oversized jacket on the bed, thought the gray dress shirt fit perfectly to his form.

"This is our first date." Yoochun’s voice came from the other side of the door.

"This isn't a date."

"Yes it is."

"If I agree, will you stop arguing with me?" Junsu pushed the door open, hoping beyond hope that Yoochun's face would oh-so-accidentally stop it. No such luck.

Junsu rolled his eyes, awaiting the joke or pun that he knew was coming to him.

"Damn."

"That's it?"

Yoochun nodded.

"I thought you said you were hungry."

"I am, but I think my appetite is changing."

"What's new? Let's go."

"You're so used to me, Junsu. I might have to change my ways - like buy you flowers and be a gentleman and everything." With that he opened the door for Junsu, leaving the apartment.

"Oh, now don't do that", Junsu said sarcastically, "I might fall out of love with you."

"Fall out of love?"

"Yeah. Yoochun, do you ever think you could fall out of love with me?"

Yoochun only cuddled in closer to Junsu, "Why would I do that?"

Junsu didn't answer him, leaving Yoochun feeling uneasy. "Junsu."

"No, I'm just being stupid. You know, I love you."

Yoochun kissed the younger man lightly, "But I think being stupid was my job."

"Ow."

"Yoochun?" They were on their way down the stairs, and Junsu paused after he noticed that the other man wasn't following.

"Nothing. Just another flashback I guess - seems like you have a thing with trying to break up with me." Nervous laughter did nothing to ease the mood, but Junsu laughed anyway.

//

This was the only time Junsu wished he had a car. It would have been so much easier to ignore the gaping stares and flashing cell phone cameras aimed in their general direction. He liked the attention, but it only amplified his anxiety. Yoochun seemed almost used to the attention, stopping to wave at a few younger girls who could only blush and smile in response.

"Yoochun, you have to be the world's biggest flirt."

He was too busy staring at the city structures obscured in the pale twilight to see the smile spreading across Yoochun's face in response. Junsu didn't seem to realize that Yoochun had stopped several feet away in front of a well-hidden bistro. "Oh, trust me. You'll have my complete attention tonight, so don't be jealous."

"We're eating here?"

"What, you thought I would get you all dressed to go just anywhere? Come on, I made reservations." Junsu followed Yoochun into the elegant restaurant. The setting was simple - basic colors and basic patterns - but that did the trick.

"You have a thing for simplicity."

Yoochun turned his head slightly, answering. "Simplicity is elegant. But I must not like it that much."  The waiter showed them to their table, and they took their seats.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not simple at all." Yoochun said it matter-of-factly, taking the menu the waiter was hanging him. "So what are we ordering?"

Deciding to ignore the statement, Junsu opened the menu, turning it on its side to try and read it.

"Is this French?"

"No, it's English."

"Then I'm having whatever you're having."

"I'm having quite the delicacy tonight. But I'm not sure if you can have a piece."

"And why not?" Junsu squeaked right after his question, a not so mysterious foot touching his ankle.

"I think it's only for certain tastes."

He tried to distract himself and ignore Yoochun, though that never really proved to do anything in the past. "What is this?" His tongue rolled off unfamiliar syllables that resulted in a few chuckles from Yoochun.

"Do you like little cows?"

"Um, sure, they're cute I guess."

His grin grew wider and Junsu was suddenly aware of the path of the foot that was now rubbing against his inner thigh. Junsu tried to fight off the red he knew was settling in his cheeks as the waiter returned asking for their orders.

"Two plates of the sautéed mushrooms and veal."

As the waiter disappeared behind the swinging doors, Junsu's chair squeaked in protest.

"Wait, where are you going?" Yoochun’s foot hit the ground with a thump.

"Bathroom."

Junsu left unceremoniously, leaving a surprised Yoochun alone at the table.

He looked at himself in the mirror while washing his hands. "Oh god Kim Junsu, what did you get yourself into this time?" He took a deep breath in, calming himself. He tried to relax and closed his eyes.

"Yoochun, do you ever think you could fall out of love with me?"

The man cuddled closer to him, as if he were seeking comfort. "Why would I do that?"

And Junsu doesn't answer him, unsure of what he was supposed to say. Love was giving, but in giving there is also sacrifice.

"Junsu."

"No, I'm just being stupid." And he knew he loved him. But just how badly did he want to keep Yoochun?

Yoochun kissed the younger man lightly, "But I thought being stupid was my job."

And he laughs. They were doomed from the start.

Unlike the other memories, this one left him with a sense of need; something he had been trying to ward off ever since Yoochun arrived in his life - this life. The cold drops of water ran in rivulets down his cheeks, but they did nothing to calm him. He must have been that way for a long time because the next he knew, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind, pulling him into a warm embrace.

"I was worried you fell in."

He couldn't help but react to the gentle touch of lips below his ear. "I had another dream-"

Yoochun cut him off with a sharp bite to his ear. "Tell me about it later."

"No, Yoochun, you have to listen to me-"

Just as their lips touched, the mirror behind them shattered in a shower of broken glass and a painful thump as the frame hit the spot they had just stood.

"Well, that doesn't happen everyday."

"Yoochun! You have to listen to me, please."

Yoochun placed his finger on Junsu's lips, silencing him. "I promise I will. After dinner, okay?"

The two walked out of the bathroom and sat back down at their table. Yoochun stopped teasing Junsu, noticing that he was very edgy after that last vision. He would probably have to tell him about what veal actually was some other time.

They left dinner faster than Yoochun would have liked, but there was not much that could be done about it anyway. Yoochun tried to hail a cab with little luck, the taxis zooming by already filled with customers. "Unbelievable. You would think that there would be more cabs in his area."

Junsu sighed, he wasn't exactly one to not take action but if there weren't any cabs, they could just find another way back

"I'm going across the street. Maybe there’s more luck on the other side."

Yoochun’s form was swallowed by the crowd of people crossing, only the top of his head was visible. The city streets were crowded with rowdy club goers and honking cars, but somehow, all the sounds faded away from Junsu's ears with his increasing uneasiness.

Junsu adjusted his shirt collar, watching the crowd in anticipation of seeing Yoochun resurface, but the streetlights had already switched over and still no Yoochun. He had just about given up hope when he froze to his spot.

A woman stood out in the crowd, no even five feet away from him, a cryptic grin on her aged facade. Even the clothes she wore seemed from another time or place, old and ragged yet holding a strange, familiar glow. Just a soon as she had appeared, she vanished, her small form melding into the crowd of nameless faces.

"Junsu!"

His name woke him from his thoughts, but the note of urgency in the all-too familiar voice sent a cold shiver down his spine.

All of the color out drained from his face at the sight of Yoochun running across the highway, narrowly missing a passing car. Another pair of headlights illuminated Yoochun’s form, freezing him to the spot. Junsu's mind screamed at him to help him, but he couldn't see a break from the traffic. Every step he took ended in a near miss. No, things couldn't end like this. This wasn't supposed to happen...Maybe once, but not now-

The screeching of tires echoed in his ears as he jumped into the oncoming traffic, pushing Yoochun out of the way in time to hear a deafening crunch echo across the street.

Yoochun watched the still form, watching for some kind of movement. His legs were numb from the sight. Get up. get up, his brain as telling him. Junsu wasn't moving. He wasn't moving. Yoochun pushed himself up slowly, walking over to the younger man through the momentarily paused traffic.

"Junsu." He was afraid to touch the man, not wanting to further damage anything. Junsu's brow wrinkled when Yoochun touched his cheek. "Junsu, are - oh god, are you okay?"

Junsu's eyes wandered, staring at the sky above them, unfocused. "Yoochun?"

"Junsu. Junsu - you're so stupid."

Junsu finally looks at him. "Yoochun. I guess that spell went wrong." He laughs uncomfortably at Yoochun's confused expression.

"Junsu, why - why?" His words were choked and suffocated, his lungs fighting to catch more oxygen.

Tears threatened to fall from Junsu's eyes. "Because I loved you. And you loved me." His hand moved, and Yoochun gasps once again. "I wish you said yes. Yes, you could fall out of love."

Yoochun's vision came back into focus and the stark contrast of Junsu's pale skin against the pavement reminded him of his surroundings.

"Junsu, we need to talk."

Instead of standing, Junsu let his head fall against the pavement once again. All of his energy had left him drained.

"Can we do this later? Preferably not in the middle of the street."

No grin appeared on Yoochun's unnaturally pale face as he helped the shorter man from up the ground. Junsu's shirt was the only casualty from the fall, its large gapping holes and stained back standing out on the unscathed skin.

//

"What happened back there?"

Junsu hadn't expected the immediate outburst the moment he shut the door. He shed his shirt on the back of the couch, inspecting himself in the mirror.

"I don't know. I was about to ask you the same thing. Most people don't walk in the middle of a four lane highway."

"It wasn't a highway, maybe just a very busy street." Yoochun walked over to examine Junsu, wondering how what had happened back there actually happened.

Junsu's hand glided over the side of his ribcage. "This is were I slid."

Yoochun poked his ribs, as if that would bring him any answers. ."I don't know how to explain any of this. That old lady watching you was creeping me out too."

"Old lady?"

"Yeah. She just like watched from her spot. Staring at you almost. But she went away by the time I got to you."

"Yoochun, I saw her too."

"Yeah, it's not like she's invisible."

"No, but I saw her. And she just vanished."

"Have you seen her before?" Yoochun's hands stilled just above Junsu's hips, a slight glimmer of fear in his eyes as Junsu processed the question.

"No, I don't think so."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't know. I've never met her before- Wait, she was in my memory the other night."

"And here I thought those were just between the two of us. I'm wounded."

"Can you quit changing the subject?"

"Can you not get bothered and just go on?"

Junsu decided it was best to not cast a glare at Yoochun - as tempted as he was to do so. "No, she's the one who - " Junsu paused. He never got to tell Yoochun about the vision he saw.

"The one who...?"

"You never let me explain the other one."

Yoochun pulled his tied and jacket off, tossing it to the floor and making his way to the bedroom. Taking the hint, Junsu followed, his belt soon joining Yoochun's jacket.

"Looks like we're going to have a long night," Yoochun said, falling face down on the mattress, and Junsu knew this wasn't the after-date plan Yoochun had in mind. Too bad, he didn't really have a choice.

"Remember a few nights ago, when I couldn't wake up from the dream?"

A muffled 'yeah' urged him on.

"Well, that night, I saw myself with a knife and - I killed you. And then I killed myself, but I couldn't control my hands."

Yoochun remained quiet until he felt the bed dip down beside him. "Why did you...do that?"

"I didn't. I mean, there was this other memory where I asked you if you could ever fall out of love with me, but...I already knew that we weren't meant to stay together." His voice drifted into the air, barely heard above the sound of the air conditioning.

"And what told you that?"

Junsu settled in, and muffled an 'I don't know' into a pillow.

"I said I wouldn't, didn't I?" Yoochun turned his head to look at Junsu, the other man realizing they had the same vision.

"Nhf." Junsu didn’t move, his chin rested into the fluffy pillow, staring at the bedposts.

"Do you think that would ever changed?"

Junsu's eyes rolled over to look at Yoochun; the man's face was serious. No, back then it never changed, and now it probably wouldn't. "I just don't understand why."

"Why what?"

"Why you would. Maybe back then I would, maybe."

"You've got me under your spell, Junsu."

"Corny."

"But irresistible."

For the first time that night, Junsu laughed happily along with Yoochun. He rolled on his side, pulling himself closet to his friend--his Yoochun. He had come to accept that fact.

"Yes, my corny, goofy, stupid, accident-prone--"

"Are you trying to say something here?"

"--Irresistible Yoochun."

With a light squeeze to Junsu's shoulders, Yoochun cuddled up against the shorter man.

"Junsu?"

"Mm-yeah?"

"You never once broke our promise."

Soon, the peaceful respite of sleep overtook Junsu as the calm breaths blew against Yoochun’s collarbone. Staring at the sleeping man in his arms, he couldn't help but wonder how true the statement was. If their futures weren't truly meant to be together.

He brushed a spare strand of ebony out of Junsu's closed eyes. Somehow, he knew something that felt so right was worth the sacrifice.