Follow Me Magician 2/3
Follow Me Magician
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: R, NC-17
Genre: Comedy, SciFi-ish, maybe Supernatural [If you squint!]
Warning: Copious amounts of sarcasm in 1st POV, unnecessary cursing, pretty much a stream of consciousness
Summary: Yoochun is forced into a school he wanted no part of. He wasn’t an illusionist or magician, whatever the hell the freaks in the school like to call themselves. Why would he intentionally label himself a freak? But Yoochun has a secret and now he won’t be able to hide it for much longer since it was the reason he landed in this place to begin with. The emo kid with long hair never stops staring at him. The school’s number one genius hates his guts enough to make class time impossible. The school’s sweetheart slash idol is actually not what he seems. In fact, he’s the opposite and somehow Yoochun ends up being on his black list too. To make matters worse, he’s pretty sure there’s something weird going on in this school. Something is after him. And he’s pretty sure it’s not ghosts. Some people call it paranoia, Park Yoochun calls it, being royally fucked. Can he finally manage to fit in when his only allies are a nosy professor, his nemesis’s brother and a best friend who seems to have a knack for getting him into trouble?
Part: 1, 2(M), 3(M)
A/N: Because illusionists are damn awesome and tachikoma29 stole my YooSu cookies when I wasn't looking. Here's your ransom darlin. And also a shout out to missvue09 for suggesting I enter the yoosu_yongwonhi contest. I'm sorry I didn't. But here's what came of the idea.
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/Jaejoong really did turn out be a decent guy. In fact, as luck has it he is awesome. We have so much in common in our likes, distastes and habits. Aside from the part where he is a math genius and I am not, we’re like two peas in a pod. I haven’t seen Yunho since the incident in my bedroom though. I stupidly forgot about our lunch date and after that I became distracted. Plus, he didn’t approach me either so neither of us really tried.
Jongsuk won’t shut up about it though. “So you rather hang out with that pretty Dunninger than hottie Houdini? Something is seriously wrong with you dude. That Jaejoong kid would frustrate any guy.”
“Why? Because he’s the prettiest and you just can’t stand it?” I mocked.
He made a noise that was distinctly his, a short but loud gasp that howled through walls. This kid kills me sometimes. He could destroy a whole town with his antics. “Listen to me Park Yoochun,” he began, striking a ridiculously graceful pose atop the teacher’s desk, “No one and I mean NO ONE will out do my fabulousness. Understood?”
I laughed, practically swinging in my seat. “Of course not, his is much more subtle” I assured him with tears still rolling down my face. Frustrated, he picked up book and threw it at me. I ducked it in time but just barely. He settled down and soon my laughter was gone too as a familiar nuisance interrupted our good humor.
At first it didn’t happen often but every now and then I hear a high sonar like sound. It numbs my ears every time and the last couple of days it’s been getting worse. It makes my ears ringing for up to an hour. No one else seems to notice, not even Jongsuk who usually will at least detect my discomfort. “Jongsuk-ah, do you hear it too?” I asked him. Not receiving a reply I continued, “It hurts now. I can’t do anything to tune it out anymore” I said.
He looked at me with that cheeky smile he always gives me but just a little less bright. “What makes you think I do? I can read you like a book Chunface but I’m not like you. You know that.”
“I know but it’s not like you’re deaf.” Jongsuk laughed again, believing his own amusement a little more. “Well, can you hear it or not?” I insisted. He stood and picked up the chalk from the board rim. In one foul swoop he dragged the chalk piece from one end to the other. The eerie sound almost made my ears bleed. “YAH! What the hell?!”
“Yes, Chunface. I hear it. It just doesn’t affect me the way it affects you” he observed. For a minute, I was tempted to scream again but instead I tossed my notebook at him. He’s quicker than me and so he managed to not only dodge it but catch and throw it back at me. I was about to reciprocate when I had the mind to notice his attention switch passed me.
“Jongsuk-ah? What’s...” I began to ask turning toward the door.
“Who’s Jongsuk?” a sweet baritone voice asked.
Junsu was standing by the door, taking care not to move too quickly. Why exactly, I’m not sure but he looks like he’s contemplating something very seriously. And I’m guessing that something had to do with me talking to myself and the boomerang notebook.
Oh no. Here it goes. Another trip to the loony bin. Fuck my life. Alright, no big deal. I can bullshit my way out of this one. I just have to... OW! Did something hard hit the back of my head?! Junsu jumped into the room and stalked past me, “What was that? How did you do that?” Jongsuk is going to die. I swear I’m going to find a way to kill him.
“Uh... a trick?”
“But you were talking to someone? Or something. You were just doing it...”
I took a deep breath before trying to justify anything. “Um... just myself. I do that a lot.”
“Then who is Jongsuk?” he asked still not convinced. His pretty little lips pouted and damn me if they did not look kissable. Dammit. Focus Yoochun! Your focus needs more focus! Yes, I just quoted Jackie Chan. What can I say, it usually applies to me. Ugh. Hurry up. Quick, think of something.
“My conscience” I said. Yoochun, you’re an idiot.
“Your... conscience?”
“Yeah, can’t my conscience have a name?” As a matter of fact, NO. Because that would make you either childish or crazy. Good going idiot.
“Why?”
I shrugged. “Why else? Can’t loners have someone to talk to?” Way to talk yourself up! Ugh. Minus ten points for stupidity.
Again, his lips pursed into that delectable heart shape and I almost lost it. “So you talk to your conscience with a name?” he asked again.
What? Do I need to spell it out for you? YES DAMMIT. “Yeah.”
“Park Yoochun, you are a very strange person” he said as if this wasn’t a talk between enemies. I almost wanted to say that he’s strange looking but that’s okay because that’s what makes him yummy. However, my prided self control took care of that. Kuddo points for my ego! Looking at him now though, I couldn’t help but gawk. Technically, he’s tall. Just not taller than me. He’s lean and lithe, that much is obvious. And his boyish good looks could fool even the best mentalist into thinking he means no harm. But that odd twinkle in his eyes and bold purple and silver hair say otherwise. He’s definitely not as naive as he looks. “Yah. Park Yoochun. Are you ignoring me?”
“I didn’t think you were so fond of my name” I observed. He rolled his eyes and started toward me. But he never made it. A strong force, aka Jongsuk, decided it was the appropriate time to show his strength and shoved him back against a desk. Junsu was so surprised he barely resisted.
Fuck, it’s all gone to hell from here. “Stop!” I shouted. But he didn’t. I watched him pick up Junsu by the collar and laugh as he tossed him toward me. Junsu’s full weight is suddenly on me with his breath ghosting over my neck. It’s warm. He’s warm.
Unfortunately, the sensation was gone before I knew it. “W-wh-what was THAT?!” he wailed standing. I followed. “That was NOT your conscience!”
I tried to remain calm while simultaneously throwing dirty looks at Jongsuk. “Well, you see... it’s kind of complicated.”
“Park Yoochun, this isn’t a common trick. I know every trick in the book and this isn’t one of them” he persisted.
Damn. He’s got me there. “Yeah... uh...well...” Ugh. I got nothing. Stupid Jongsuk. As if him having a ball wasn’t already obvious Jongsuk sat next to the chalkboard laughing his ass off and doing some sort of dance. I tried to ignore him and by the time I noticed the idiot had done something stupid again, it was too late.
DUCKBUTT COPPERFIELD IS AN ASS. OOPS. I MEAN TO SAY, HAS A DAMN FINE ASS.
YOURS TRULY,
JONGSUK --- YOUR FRIENDLY GHOST
Is written on the board in big capitalized letters. Coming to this school was definitely a mistake.
~*@*~
“You see a ghost?” Junsu asked for the hundredth time. I nodded. “And his name is Jongsuk.” I nodded again. “Why the heck is he bullying me?”
Okay, let’s brainstorm for a second. This kid discovers flying objects without some sort of scientific explanation and finds me talking to myself claiming that I see a ghost but his biggest concern is that Jongsuk is being rude? Does anyone else see the irony in this situation? Maybe this kid is more than just a freak. He’s a weirdo. And if I have to explain what the difference is then maybe I’m smarter than I thought. Kuddo points to me.
“Do I have some sort of ghost repelling aura or something?” he continued.
“I don’t think so. Even if I knew what an aura was, I’m almost sure that’s not the problem” I assured him. Maybe it has to do with you bullying me since school started mister genius, a fact that at the moment you can’t seem to remember.
Jongsuk stood by the window, seemingly ignoring our conversation. But it wasn’t long before he had something to say. “See, I told you Sexy Copperfield was self absorbed. He can’t even remember that he hates you” he snickered. I laughed with him.
Confused Junsu looked at me, “What’s so funny?” I tried to stop but it was near impossible. “Did he say something funny?” That only made me laugh harder.
“I can’t believe they call this guy a genius. Does he not realize how awkward this is? Then again, you do want to fuck the guy so to each their own I guess” Jongsuk continued. Now that part almost made me choke.
Junsu noticed and was immediately kneeling next to me by the desk. “Hey, are you okay? My heart almost stopped. Holy magic crap. He’s so close and his lips look so soft. I just want to...
“Yoochun-ah?” Jaejoong’s voice echoed. Sweet. Just what I need, a mentalist to add to this mess. Have I mentioned how much I hate this school? “Is everything okay? You look pale” he said squeezing my shoulder, concern obvious in his expression.
Junsu barely acknowledged him when he replied, “He chocked when...” Oh no, is he going to out me? Why he is taking so long to answer? Say something! “... I said something funny, apparently” he said with a smirk plastered on his face. Perfect, the school’s idol is a damn sadist.
Jaejoong appeared to have believed him up until the point where Junsu said it was his fault. “But you’re not funny,” he retorted. HUZZAH! Dunninger Jaejoong is my new best friend. Both Jongsuk and I began to laugh all over again. That is, until Junsu gave me the dirtiest look known to man.
I cleared my throat and straightened on my seat, not taking my eyes off Jaejoong. “Sorry guys, I’m good now. Jae, what’s up?”
“It’s dinner time. You didn’t come to the... You said we’d meet. I was waiting for you at our spot” Jaejoong said sweetly, a little too sweetly. What is up with this kid all of a sudden? I tried to stand but I found that Junsu was holding my hand. What the heck, when did that happen? When we both realized it, he let go and I become free to stand on my own.
“Sorry Jae. I forgot” I admitted.
“But you never forget food. WE never forget food. You.should.never.forget.food” he rambled cutely.
“What if you are on a strict diet?” Junsu interrupted.
Jaejoong’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Who would say no to food?” he retorted.
“I diet” Junsu declared.
“Well then, you’re a freak” Jaejoong accused.
Interesting, a freak calling another freak a FREAK. I think it’s time I do something about this situation before it gets out of hand. I looked for Jongsuk for reassurance but he was nowhere to be found. Since when does he disappear without announcing some sort of dramatic finale? Oh well, I guess he had his fun. “Freaks or not, we all have to eat at some point. Now let’s go, I’m starving” I announced before starting for the door.
A sudden prick on the back of my head had me swaying though. My ears were also growing increasingly tingly. Crap. It’s that sound again. It’s so annoying, much worse than the high cry of a dolphin or scratch against the chalkboard. Why do I feel so heavy now? And my arms feel like they are being tied to the floor.
“YOOCHUN!”
~*@*~
“It’s you again” I heard myself say when I spotted Dr. Heechul.
He chuckled and shook his head. “I should be saying that to you. I’m starting to think this is some sort of ploy” he said looking to Junsu and Jaejoong. “You sure know how to pick them though, I’ll give you that.”
I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. “What happened?” I asked.
Snorting Dr. Heechul pretended like he cared to explain, “You fainted. And judging but that cute little ass of yours I’m guessing it’s not due to hunger so I’m ordering some tests. Now stay still so I can take out some blood.”
“WHAT! NO WAY! WHY!” I complained.
“All right boys, hold him still. I’m sure that’s what he wants anyway” Dr. Heechul threatened with a smile I am not quite comfortable with.
At that moment though I saw Junsu reach for the doctor’s malevolent wrist and shake his head. “You don’t need to do that. What’s wrong with him isn’t exactly something you can fix with medicine” he declared. Thank you GODS that decided to crawl up his uptight butt. I hate needles. Fuck, wait. Is he going to say something stupid? Like, this kid claims to see ghosts just take him to the loony bin. I turned to Jaejoong only to discover he had been watching me the whole time, giving me a look that I’m not sure how to interpret.
Heechul sighed. “Well, that’s a shame. Looks like I can’t keep you here pretty boy. Again” he said looking annoyed. “I’ll give you something for a headache and then you can leave.”
“Yoochun! What happened? Are you okay” Yunho’s voice echoed through the room.
“Hyung, how did you know I was here?” I asked surprised. He looked exasperated, like he’d been running to get here. His tall muscled frame was glowing with a thin shine of sweat and his lose clothing was rumpled. Damn, I regret not going to that lunch now.
He smiled his lovely megawatt charming smile before he replied shoving Heechul aside and standing next to me. “People were saying they saw Junsu and Jaejoong carrying an unconscious you and heading toward the infirmary. I freaked” he admitted, looking a little guilty.
“Now I know you’re doing this on purpose,” Heechul accused, crossing his arms and smirking.
“WHAT? NO! I just... It has nothing to do with... I think I should just sleep. I haven’t been sleeping. I think that may be the problem” I tried. I’m not technically lying. I haven’t been sleeping. That stupid sound in the back of my head keeps me awake most of the night. I could tell Jaejoong didn’t buy the excuse though. His face contorted in a weird, you-can’t-be-fucking-serious-face. Damn him and his super mentalist powers. Junsu actually looked concerned which makes me freak out just a little. What is this kid playing at? One minute he’s bullying me and the next he finds my deepest darkest secret and he’s suddenly all cute and friendly. Who turns around like that? And poor Yunho. He must think this has to do with the last incident.
As we stepped out into the hall I felt a firm grip around my arm, I turned to find Yunho looking down at me with those same guilty eyes I first saw on our coincidental meeting. “You really are okay, right?”
“I am” I reassured. “I just can’t sleep.” Junsu snorted and I wanted to slap him. What a brat.
“Is everything okay? You’re not keeping yourself awake just because you’re scared of sleep walking, are you?” Yunho asked.
“You sleep walk?” Jaejoong asked, raising his eye brows. “Isn’t that like unsafe? Keeping yourself awake until you pass out, isn’t that just going to make it worse?”
I have no fucking clue but this is getting way out of hand. It’s like reveal Yoochun’s secrets day. What the hell?! This is no place to have debate about my sleeping habits or any habits for that matter and from the looks of it Junsu is a terrible liar. I have to do something. I think it’s time to peace out and get out. “Well guys, I’m just going to my dorm to try and get some rest. I’m sure my head will feel a lot better after” I said already turning away but as luck would have it that only inspired protest.
“No way, you’re walking out to the east dorms alone! Seriously, why don’t you have a roommate?” Yunho demanded. I thought I explained this already. Because I freak people out. Well, no. That’s not true. Jongsuk intentionally freaks people out for me. Case and point, Junsu. “That settles it. Tonight I’m sleeping with you” he said. Come again? Did I hear that right?
“Huh?” I heard my stupid self say.
“You need a roommate tonight. What if you sleep walk and won’t wake up? What if you stay up and you pass out again and get hurt or something?” Yunho kept blabbing. I tried to say no, shake my head. Scream out a big fat NO. But nothing came out. Instead I just stood there, searching for Jongsuk. Where the hell is he? Why isn’t he here helping me say things I don’t mean to say? It’s oddly strange without him here.
Another voice joined Yunho’s monologue. “I’ll come too” Junsu announced. Say what? What is going on here?!
“Excuse me? I think I heard that wrong. Did you just invite yourself to sleep in Chunnie’s room?” Jaejoong asked appalled. Oh thank the gods. At least someone will put him on the spot. “No offense dongsaeng but don’t you like... hate Yoochun?” Yes. Yes he does!
“No. Why would you say that? Yoochun and I are friends now” Junsu declared.
I looked at Jaejoong, hoping he would understand my pleading eyes. He offered a sympathetic smile and I almost sighed in relief before he said, “Fine. I guess I have no choice. It looks like we’re having a slumber party.” Fuck my life. I’m screwed. Jongsuk will never let this pass. He hates people crowding his space. And who am I kidding, so do I. This is going to be one long night.
~*@*~
My room is not meant for so many people. It’s barely meant for one let alone four people and possibly a ghost if Jongsuk decides to show up. Luckily, my headache isn’t as bad anymore and I have no trouble hearing either. But that just means I can’t tune these guys out. “Honestly, you guys don’t have to do this. I’m fine. Really, I am.” I insisted for the hundredth time.
“Wow Yoochun-ah, I didn’t think it was possible but you really cleaned up this place” Yunho said flopping onto my bed with a comfortable sigh. “Still as comfy as I remember, I’m so jealous of this bed.”
“You’ve been in here before?” Junsu practically groaned. It sounded kind of scary actually. As if he was accusing us of something. Oh crap, he can’t possibly think that Yunho and I are that close, right? Or wait, maybe he’s homophobic. Of course he would be. When we accidently kissed he was so disgusted he practically ran from me as if I had some contagious disease. “Can’t say I’m not surprised. I didn’t think he was your type hyung” he finished. And there goes my people reading skills. Hottie Houdini is openly gay and Sexy Copperfield is okay with that. What the hell is wrong with this picture?
“Eh? What makes you think that? He’s cute AND pretty” Yunho responded throwing me a wink. Dignity Yoochun. Remember, dignity. You’re a man. Act like a man. Not a child with a crush. But he does look so yummy in his plain grey sweats and revealing skin tight tank. Damn, he must work out for hours for muscles like that.
Jaejoong laughed. “That he is indeed. Not your cup of tea, Junsu?” he teased.
Junsu blushed noticeably almost as if he was caught red handed. Or maybe I’m just seeing things. He’s so cute. But dressed similarly to Yunho, he looked mighty sexy too. Ugh. What am I thinking? The kid is a brat. But really, who am I kidding, he’s a very sexy brat. “If pretty is what you are referring to, I prefer pretty girls. Not just a thing that looks like one” he said. I changed my mind. He’s just a jerk.
“What about you Jaejoong? What’s your type?” Yunho suddenly asked.
Well, this is certainly an interesting development. What’s more interesting is that Jaejoong actually seems to be thinking about an answer. Wrapped in warm baby blue pajamas, his adorable thinking face is a sharp contrast to his usually cold demeanor. “Mhm... Smart. But not like you posers.
Someone that’s actually smart and passionate about learning. Preferably tall. Cute but handsome. A little on the wild side maybe” he declared. “It would be nice if they were as interesting as Yoochun too.”
“WOW! You could have an orgy here Chun.” Jongsuk said appearing out of nowhere. Marvelous timing might I add. I looked toward the door to find him leaning against it as if he’d been there the entire time. Now what? It’s not like I can talk to him without looking like complete crazy person. I settled for giving him the dirtiest and sneakiest look I could muster. I noticed Junsu catching me in mid act though, a bright smirk appearing on his annoyingly cute face. A knock on the door, however, had us all jumping from our spots.
I opened the door to find none other than the self proclaimed Einstein himself. “Changmin-ah! What are you doing here?” Junsu squealed.
The boy genius at the door does not look amused. In fact, he looks annoyed. I hope whatever is up his butt does not end up hitting mine because the last thing I need is a confrontation. “You missed rehearsal today. And that goes for you too, Yunho” he said with a surprisingly monotonous voice.
Yunho smiled nervously, contemplating an excuse. Unfortunately for him, Junsu beat him to it. “Sorry, we had to watch over Yoochun. He fainted” Junsu stated. Whatever hope I had of not being blamed for any of this fiasco was instantly shattered.
To my surprise, Changmin looked interested rather than defiant at the revelation. “Did he know?”
“Yeah, he doesn’t sleep. So we are here to make sure he does” Junsu kept on.
Jongsuk scoffed loudly. “This kid has no concept of discretion, does he?” he said.
“Definitely not.” I responded before I could catch myself.
Being next to me, Changmin did not miss it. “What?”
“Huh?”
“You said something.”
“No, I didn’t” I denied. “Ugh. Whatever. Look guys, I appreciate what you’re doing but you really don’t have to” I tried again, lowly adding, “At least not all of you.”
“Who are you kidding fuck bunny? This is like a dream come true!” Jongsuk mocked. Aigoo, I need to make better acquaintances. Even the ghostly kind. I tried to tell him to shut up with my awesome telepathic skills but the bastard stuck out his tongue and ignored my message. If only such powers did exist. I would be able to torment him just as much as he does me. “When do they get naked?” he continued.
“I hate you” I mumbled, unintentionally interrupting the spat between Changmin and Yunho.
“What did you say?” the tall genius asked. It took me like three seconds to realize he was talking to me.
“Huh?”
“Park, what the hell do you keep staring at?” Changmin asked, curiously looking behind him to the invisible Jongsuk.
I choked. “Um. Nothing” I replied.
“Try saying, a ghost.” Jongsuk suggested.
“Didn’t I say he was weird?” Junsu teased.
Jaejoong laughed. What a traitor. “Yeah, but in a good way” the wannabe Dunninger said. Okay, maybe the pretty Dunninger is not a complete traitor.
“I happen to think he’s interesting” Yunho asserted.
To my surprise it was Changmin who had something to say to that remark, “That’s because you are a ho, ho. How can you be so fickle? I thought you had a thing for Professor Rain?” Everyone burst into a ridiculous fit of laughter to which I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable with. These guys seem like friends. Even Jaejoong seems to have no reservations with the infamous trio. Call me paranoid but I feel this may not be such good news for me. Jongsuk must have noticed my anxiety because he was about to open his obnoxiously annoying mouth again.
“Guys, could you not talk about me like I’m not here? It weirds me out” I groaned. All of them stared at me, wide eyed and looking deflected. I knew it! They had forgotten I was even here. This is going to be long night.
~*@*~
Somehow I ended up sharing my bed with Junsu. Out of all the people in my room, it was Junsu. Kim fucking Junsu because the school’s idol had never slept on the floor and wasn’t about to start. And let me tell you, the guy is not a sound sleeper. What was even more surprising was that he didn’t seem to mind our close proximity or the fact that he was half naked next to a guy that kissed him. Yes, that’s right. He was shirtless.
[Flashback]
“Um, Junsu. What are you doing?” I asked as I saw him remove his tank when we were settling on the bed.
He turned to me smiling. I instinctively backed up against the wall. “Taking off my shirt? I usually sleep naked but tonight I’ll keep my pants on” he reassured. Woah. This kid is dangerous. And incredibly sexy. How can someone so lithe have so much muscle tone? What are they putting in the food here? WHAT? I noticed even Jaejoong is built; more than Junsu but not quite as much as Yunho. Even so, Junsu is a whole specimen of his own. He moved like a Bengal Tiger, stalking through water without a sound. It’s like he’s not human. “Yoochun-ah? Is everything okay” he asked innocently.
“Eh? Oh, yeah. I’m just tired. Good night” I said letting myself fall back onto my pillow and turning to face the wall. I heard the sexy bastard giggle and lay down too.
“Hey, Chunnie?” What the fuck? Since when am I Chunnie? Dammit, Yoochun don’t fall for it. Don’t take the bait, “I know you’re not asleep. You’re an insomniac” he contested. Fuck. Now this kid decides to be clever. Thanks to him I’m stuck in this situation to begin with. He should have just left me alone in that room and pretended to not have heard a thing and I wouldn’t have missed lunch with Jaejoong. Then I wouldn’t have fainted in public and Yunho wouldn’t have come to the health clinic and all this would just have been a bad nightmare.
I hummed to let him know I was listening. “Is he here?” he asked.
“Is who here?”
“You know. Him?”
I turned back to him immediately and pulled half my body over his to check up on the intruders now sprawled on my floor. “Are you insane? Shut up!” I whispered like scared five year old.
He had the nerve to laugh. “It’s okay. Yunho and Changmin sleep like logs. And Jaejoong apparently sleeps with music on” he noted.
“Aish! You’re going to give me a stroke one day” I complained, finally taking my eyes of the guys on the floor when Junsu’s statement was confirmed.
To my utter horror however, I found myself nearly face to face with the brazenfaced boy. I stood frozen, trying to will my boundless libido to stay in check and NOT stare at his lips; his wonderfully full pink and luscious lips that I would totally suck on like sweet watermelon lollipops. Fuck. Someone save me from this little devil, already.
Again, he did something only he would do without much reservation. He stuck his palm to my chest, now without a doubt spotting my erratic heartbeat. “I wouldn’t say a stroke, but you are in danger of giving yourself a panic attack” he said. “Give me some credit. Technically, I am considered a genius you know.” His attempt at trying to ease my nerves worked, oddly enough. I realized that he was right and I had little reason to panic unless he was intentionally trying to reveal my secret which at the moment, it didn’t seem that way. But then I remembered I was nervous for an entirely different reason and his advice went down to hell. Noticing I was still very anxious he pouted. Yes, he fucking pouted. “You don’t think I’m a genius?” he asked.
“What? No. I mean, yes. You are. I’m just... um... I’m not used to it” I stuttered.
“You’re not used to me being a genius?” he asked amused.
“No, no. I’m not used to you knowing. I’m not used to anyone knowing for that matter” I quickly clarified.
“Anyone?”
“Anyone. I’ve never told anybody. Not even my family.” What am I doing? Why am I blabbing all of a sudden? This isn’t cool. Now he’s going to think he’s special. Again, he smiled. But this time it wasn’t devious. It really was a smile full of nothing but happiness at what I had said.
We both laid facing each other. His torso was uncovered and I had a hard time ignoring it. But he didn’t seem to notice. Far from it. He dragged himself closer to me until our noses almost touched. My reflexes pulled me back but I had forgotten I was close to the wall and banged my head against it. We laughed to ourselves, failing miserably at not making noise.
[End of flashback]
Throughout the night he moved and squirmed. His leg brushed over mine, his breath stuck to my cheek and his restless limbs eventually snuck their way around me. I woke up worse off for sleep and with an obvious excitement caught down on my nether regions. Luckily, I pried away and locked myself into the bathroom before anyone woke up. Oh but the nightmare does not end there.
[Flasback]
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Kim fucking Junsu!” I thought looking at myself in the mirror, my morning erection now a focal point in the reflection. I palmed my clothed length, pressing down and willing it to go away. But to no avail. The mental picture of Junsu laying next me with his lips partly open and his arms around me just wouldn’t subside. Unawarely, my palm pressed harder and a small nuance of a moan escaped from somewhere low in my throat.
“Having a little problem there?” Jongsuk suddenly appeared.
I jumped, banging myself against the wall and sliding down to the floor. “FUCK! YAH! Why do you keep doing that lately?” I fussed.
However, rather than amused he looked angered. “Why do you keep forgetting that I’m around?” he contested. “You don’t even notice when I’m not anymore.” What? How could I not notice? He’s been the bane of my existence for years. Okay, only two years but still. That’s a long time for a teenager. And in case that little comment about hitting puberty being the pivotal point to my misery still rings fresh, yes, I was late bloomer. But it was awful, nonetheless. My voice dropped two octaves every other second for months and then this stupid problem with seeing ghosts happened and well let’s just say my life has never been the same.
A knock on the door had us both tense in an instant. “Yoochun-ah, are you okay? We heard a strange noise?” A muffled voice asked though it was clearly Junsu.
“Uh... y-yeah, sorry. I dropped my... uh... the soap” I answered back.
“Oh. Okay. Changmin and Yunho have left and Jaejoong says he needs to go too.”
“Bye Jaejoong-ah! I’ll see you at lunch!” I shouted, waiting to hear the hall door close. When it was finally silent I turned back to Jongsuk. “What are you talking about? I’m always aware of you” I said. But he didn’t answer. I noticed that he seemed uncomfortable. Something was obviously bothering him. I was about to ask when the bathroom lock clicked and the door opened. I was currently in my boxers and so I moved to cover myself as much as possible.
The purple haired genius walked in looking pleased. “Hey!”
“Junsu! What are you still doing here? I thought you said you guys were leaving.”
He chuckled. “No, I said THEY were leaving. Not me. Is he here?”
“Is who here?”
“Jongsuk. Your ghost friend” Junsu asked carelessly. Again, my nerves were on high.
I turned to where Jongsuk previously stood only to find that he was gone. “No. He’s gone.”
His pretty little eyes widened. “So he was here? While you... interesting.”
“What’s interesting?” I frowned.
Junsu walked closer until we were only inches apart. Again, the vague realization that we were both partially unclothed dawned on me and Chunnie Jr. I swallowed trying to calm myself but the little nuisance between my legs wouldn’t comply. It wasn’t until I managed to look away from his tempting lips that I found a rising bulge against the thin fabric of his sweat pants. Before I knew what was happening, he took my wrists and placed my palms at his hips and slowly slid his hands up my arms and around my neck to whisper in my ear, “He was watching you.” That was not a question. “Does he help you? If he can touch objects, can he touch you? Does he grind against you like this?” he asked.
His hips pressed against mine and even though our heights were different, he somehow managed to roll up and down so our lengths touched side by side. I groaned in pleasure and squeezed the sinewy flesh of his hips, if only to know he was real. “Junsu, what are you doing?” I breathed out.
“You are not very clever Yoochun. All night, I was on your bed and you didn’t do a thing” he noted. Another wave was provoked by his devilish hips and I legitimately moaned. He seemed to take that as my compliance because the next thing I know, he is pulling me off the wall and pushing me down onto the covered toilette seat as he straddled me. His hips kept moving, rolling in circles, pushing harder and harder until we were both heated and out of breath. “He’s really not here, right?” he asked, strangely shy and out of character. I shook my head and he smiled.
He stood and yanked at my boxers. Before I had too much time to think about it, they were already being tossed somewhere up in the air. Junsu kneeled, taking my length with hands as he began to pump. The heat around my groin began to spread and holy magic fuck did it feel good. His warm slender hands had a power like no other and were only out done when his beautiful lips touched my crown and the soft wet flesh of his tongue touched my slit. I was close. My body arched and my toes curled as mindless gibberish escaped my throat. This kid is seriously dangerous.
The wonderful sensation of silk skin against my length was suddenly gone and I opened my eyes to find him looking up at me. His eyes were bright and shone with a lust I could never imagine coming from him. He let go and stood, pulling me by the arm as we rushed out of the bathroom. He tossed me on the bed and immediately resumed his position on top, straddling me once again. My poor slicked length never stood a chance against his wrath as he took both hands and pumped again. Primal sounds echoed throughout the room but neither of us knew which belonged to whom. Concentrated on his task, Junsu kept his hands moving until the tip was covered with my pearly substance. It was only then that he stopped. But only for moment. His long lithe form flexed and stretched down to catch my lips. After long satisfying kiss, he moved up again. “Ready Chunnie?” he asked. Through clouded vision I nodded, only to realize later I wasn’t sure what he was asking. Even so, as soon as he positioned his puckered entrance against my tip it was obvious. I felt the pressure around my crown and I heard him curse his dry spell from the breach. Nonetheless, he pushed down until all of me was inside him and wasted no time in moving. Junsu rode me until oblivion, until the stars disappeared against the black of my lids and my voice was hoarse. We kissed until our lips stung and we could no longer breathe. And finally, we cuddled until our appetite for something else beckoned from within our stomachs.
Without a doubt, I Park Yoochun was no longer a virgin.
[End of Flashback]
“Most definitely not a virgin, alright” Jongsuk scoffed from his usual spot on our tree refuge.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he is pissed. Again. “What now?” I asked.
“Yoochun, think for a minute. One day he’s bullying you and the next he discovers your secret and he wants to fuck you? Doesn’t that seem a little... suspicious to you?” I know. I know it’s weird but it felt too damn good not let it happen. I mean, what are the chances of someone like me sleeping with a guy like him ever again? Try close to never. “And every time he’s around you...” he stalled in mid phrase.
“What? Every time he’s around me... what?” I asked.
“You have a hard time noticing me. No, more like... you have a hard time seeing me. You didn’t notice me the first day of class in your techniques course, you didn’t notice me when he came into the room yesterday and I ran passed you to shove him against the desk and you didn’t even notice me coming into the room last night or again this morning.”
“So I’m distracted by him. That’s not that big of a deal” I explained.
But he only shook his head and huffed. “You don’t get it. You’re not acknowledging me because you’re not seeing me. And you’re not seeing me because I’m forced to not be there.”
“What?” I asked, seriously confused.
“Whenever he’s around, I can’t be. It’s the same when you hear that sound that gives you a headache or when you have that eerie feeling that someone is watching you. It’s not any ghost that I know of Yoochun. And you’re not just numb to everything around you, you’re numb to me. You don’t see me walking next to you until you do and then you’re startled even when I’ve been next to you the whole time. I don’t know what connection all this has with Junsu but it is definitely connected” he rattled on. “And then, there are times I disappear. I actually disappear. That’s never happened before and now it’s like I don’t have any control over my own... well... destination.”
“Woah, wait! What do you mean you disappear?”
“Exactly that! I disappear to this white room. It’s bright and I feel like I’m being tied to the floor looking up. Other times, I hear voices but I don’t know what they are saying. One minute I’m here, standing next to you and the next I blink to find myself weighed down in that room where I can’t breathe or talk” he said staring off in the direction of the school but not really looking at it. “I don’t know what’s going on with me Yoochun-ah.”
I looked up at him. For the first time since I first came to know him I realized that I actually don’t know much about him. I felt shame and regret fill me up. Yes, Jongsuk is a ghost. But he’s also been my constant companion and only true friend since I discovered this stupid ability of mine. And for better or worse, we are connected in a way I will probably never experience with anyone else. Even so, he’s never expressed any concern for my relationship with others or any fears. Seeing him now, I started to realize just how utterly lonely his new predicament must be. “What should I do? I don’t know how to help myself let alone you, Jongsuk-ah? What should I do?”
Chapter: 3(M)
A/N2: In case it's not clear. When ever Jongsuk speaks and there are other people are around besides Yoochun, his dialogue will be in italics.
Pairing: Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: R, NC-17
Genre: Comedy, SciFi-ish, maybe Supernatural [If you squint!]
Warning: Copious amounts of sarcasm in 1st POV, unnecessary cursing, pretty much a stream of consciousness
Summary: Yoochun is forced into a school he wanted no part of. He wasn’t an illusionist or magician, whatever the hell the freaks in the school like to call themselves. Why would he intentionally label himself a freak? But Yoochun has a secret and now he won’t be able to hide it for much longer since it was the reason he landed in this place to begin with. The emo kid with long hair never stops staring at him. The school’s number one genius hates his guts enough to make class time impossible. The school’s sweetheart slash idol is actually not what he seems. In fact, he’s the opposite and somehow Yoochun ends up being on his black list too. To make matters worse, he’s pretty sure there’s something weird going on in this school. Something is after him. And he’s pretty sure it’s not ghosts. Some people call it paranoia, Park Yoochun calls it, being royally fucked. Can he finally manage to fit in when his only allies are a nosy professor, his nemesis’s brother and a best friend who seems to have a knack for getting him into trouble?
Part: 1, 2(M), 3(M)
A/N: Because illusionists are damn awesome and tachikoma29 stole my YooSu cookies when I wasn't looking. Here's your ransom darlin. And also a shout out to missvue09 for suggesting I enter the yoosu_yongwonhi contest. I'm sorry I didn't. But here's what came of the idea.
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/Jaejoong really did turn out be a decent guy. In fact, as luck has it he is awesome. We have so much in common in our likes, distastes and habits. Aside from the part where he is a math genius and I am not, we’re like two peas in a pod. I haven’t seen Yunho since the incident in my bedroom though. I stupidly forgot about our lunch date and after that I became distracted. Plus, he didn’t approach me either so neither of us really tried.
Jongsuk won’t shut up about it though. “So you rather hang out with that pretty Dunninger than hottie Houdini? Something is seriously wrong with you dude. That Jaejoong kid would frustrate any guy.”
“Why? Because he’s the prettiest and you just can’t stand it?” I mocked.
He made a noise that was distinctly his, a short but loud gasp that howled through walls. This kid kills me sometimes. He could destroy a whole town with his antics. “Listen to me Park Yoochun,” he began, striking a ridiculously graceful pose atop the teacher’s desk, “No one and I mean NO ONE will out do my fabulousness. Understood?”
I laughed, practically swinging in my seat. “Of course not, his is much more subtle” I assured him with tears still rolling down my face. Frustrated, he picked up book and threw it at me. I ducked it in time but just barely. He settled down and soon my laughter was gone too as a familiar nuisance interrupted our good humor.
At first it didn’t happen often but every now and then I hear a high sonar like sound. It numbs my ears every time and the last couple of days it’s been getting worse. It makes my ears ringing for up to an hour. No one else seems to notice, not even Jongsuk who usually will at least detect my discomfort. “Jongsuk-ah, do you hear it too?” I asked him. Not receiving a reply I continued, “It hurts now. I can’t do anything to tune it out anymore” I said.
He looked at me with that cheeky smile he always gives me but just a little less bright. “What makes you think I do? I can read you like a book Chunface but I’m not like you. You know that.”
“I know but it’s not like you’re deaf.” Jongsuk laughed again, believing his own amusement a little more. “Well, can you hear it or not?” I insisted. He stood and picked up the chalk from the board rim. In one foul swoop he dragged the chalk piece from one end to the other. The eerie sound almost made my ears bleed. “YAH! What the hell?!”
“Yes, Chunface. I hear it. It just doesn’t affect me the way it affects you” he observed. For a minute, I was tempted to scream again but instead I tossed my notebook at him. He’s quicker than me and so he managed to not only dodge it but catch and throw it back at me. I was about to reciprocate when I had the mind to notice his attention switch passed me.
“Jongsuk-ah? What’s...” I began to ask turning toward the door.
“Who’s Jongsuk?” a sweet baritone voice asked.
Junsu was standing by the door, taking care not to move too quickly. Why exactly, I’m not sure but he looks like he’s contemplating something very seriously. And I’m guessing that something had to do with me talking to myself and the boomerang notebook.
Oh no. Here it goes. Another trip to the loony bin. Fuck my life. Alright, no big deal. I can bullshit my way out of this one. I just have to... OW! Did something hard hit the back of my head?! Junsu jumped into the room and stalked past me, “What was that? How did you do that?” Jongsuk is going to die. I swear I’m going to find a way to kill him.
“Uh... a trick?”
“But you were talking to someone? Or something. You were just doing it...”
I took a deep breath before trying to justify anything. “Um... just myself. I do that a lot.”
“Then who is Jongsuk?” he asked still not convinced. His pretty little lips pouted and damn me if they did not look kissable. Dammit. Focus Yoochun! Your focus needs more focus! Yes, I just quoted Jackie Chan. What can I say, it usually applies to me. Ugh. Hurry up. Quick, think of something.
“My conscience” I said. Yoochun, you’re an idiot.
“Your... conscience?”
“Yeah, can’t my conscience have a name?” As a matter of fact, NO. Because that would make you either childish or crazy. Good going idiot.
“Why?”
I shrugged. “Why else? Can’t loners have someone to talk to?” Way to talk yourself up! Ugh. Minus ten points for stupidity.
Again, his lips pursed into that delectable heart shape and I almost lost it. “So you talk to your conscience with a name?” he asked again.
What? Do I need to spell it out for you? YES DAMMIT. “Yeah.”
“Park Yoochun, you are a very strange person” he said as if this wasn’t a talk between enemies. I almost wanted to say that he’s strange looking but that’s okay because that’s what makes him yummy. However, my prided self control took care of that. Kuddo points for my ego! Looking at him now though, I couldn’t help but gawk. Technically, he’s tall. Just not taller than me. He’s lean and lithe, that much is obvious. And his boyish good looks could fool even the best mentalist into thinking he means no harm. But that odd twinkle in his eyes and bold purple and silver hair say otherwise. He’s definitely not as naive as he looks. “Yah. Park Yoochun. Are you ignoring me?”
“I didn’t think you were so fond of my name” I observed. He rolled his eyes and started toward me. But he never made it. A strong force, aka Jongsuk, decided it was the appropriate time to show his strength and shoved him back against a desk. Junsu was so surprised he barely resisted.
Fuck, it’s all gone to hell from here. “Stop!” I shouted. But he didn’t. I watched him pick up Junsu by the collar and laugh as he tossed him toward me. Junsu’s full weight is suddenly on me with his breath ghosting over my neck. It’s warm. He’s warm.
Unfortunately, the sensation was gone before I knew it. “W-wh-what was THAT?!” he wailed standing. I followed. “That was NOT your conscience!”
I tried to remain calm while simultaneously throwing dirty looks at Jongsuk. “Well, you see... it’s kind of complicated.”
“Park Yoochun, this isn’t a common trick. I know every trick in the book and this isn’t one of them” he persisted.
Damn. He’s got me there. “Yeah... uh...well...” Ugh. I got nothing. Stupid Jongsuk. As if him having a ball wasn’t already obvious Jongsuk sat next to the chalkboard laughing his ass off and doing some sort of dance. I tried to ignore him and by the time I noticed the idiot had done something stupid again, it was too late.
DUCKBUTT COPPERFIELD IS AN ASS. OOPS. I MEAN TO SAY, HAS A DAMN FINE ASS.
YOURS TRULY,
JONGSUK --- YOUR FRIENDLY GHOST
Is written on the board in big capitalized letters. Coming to this school was definitely a mistake.
~*@*~
“You see a ghost?” Junsu asked for the hundredth time. I nodded. “And his name is Jongsuk.” I nodded again. “Why the heck is he bullying me?”
Okay, let’s brainstorm for a second. This kid discovers flying objects without some sort of scientific explanation and finds me talking to myself claiming that I see a ghost but his biggest concern is that Jongsuk is being rude? Does anyone else see the irony in this situation? Maybe this kid is more than just a freak. He’s a weirdo. And if I have to explain what the difference is then maybe I’m smarter than I thought. Kuddo points to me.
“Do I have some sort of ghost repelling aura or something?” he continued.
“I don’t think so. Even if I knew what an aura was, I’m almost sure that’s not the problem” I assured him. Maybe it has to do with you bullying me since school started mister genius, a fact that at the moment you can’t seem to remember.
Jongsuk stood by the window, seemingly ignoring our conversation. But it wasn’t long before he had something to say. “See, I told you Sexy Copperfield was self absorbed. He can’t even remember that he hates you” he snickered. I laughed with him.
Confused Junsu looked at me, “What’s so funny?” I tried to stop but it was near impossible. “Did he say something funny?” That only made me laugh harder.
“I can’t believe they call this guy a genius. Does he not realize how awkward this is? Then again, you do want to fuck the guy so to each their own I guess” Jongsuk continued. Now that part almost made me choke.
Junsu noticed and was immediately kneeling next to me by the desk. “Hey, are you okay? My heart almost stopped. Holy magic crap. He’s so close and his lips look so soft. I just want to...
“Yoochun-ah?” Jaejoong’s voice echoed. Sweet. Just what I need, a mentalist to add to this mess. Have I mentioned how much I hate this school? “Is everything okay? You look pale” he said squeezing my shoulder, concern obvious in his expression.
Junsu barely acknowledged him when he replied, “He chocked when...” Oh no, is he going to out me? Why he is taking so long to answer? Say something! “... I said something funny, apparently” he said with a smirk plastered on his face. Perfect, the school’s idol is a damn sadist.
Jaejoong appeared to have believed him up until the point where Junsu said it was his fault. “But you’re not funny,” he retorted. HUZZAH! Dunninger Jaejoong is my new best friend. Both Jongsuk and I began to laugh all over again. That is, until Junsu gave me the dirtiest look known to man.
I cleared my throat and straightened on my seat, not taking my eyes off Jaejoong. “Sorry guys, I’m good now. Jae, what’s up?”
“It’s dinner time. You didn’t come to the... You said we’d meet. I was waiting for you at our spot” Jaejoong said sweetly, a little too sweetly. What is up with this kid all of a sudden? I tried to stand but I found that Junsu was holding my hand. What the heck, when did that happen? When we both realized it, he let go and I become free to stand on my own.
“Sorry Jae. I forgot” I admitted.
“But you never forget food. WE never forget food. You.should.never.forget.food” he rambled cutely.
“What if you are on a strict diet?” Junsu interrupted.
Jaejoong’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Who would say no to food?” he retorted.
“I diet” Junsu declared.
“Well then, you’re a freak” Jaejoong accused.
Interesting, a freak calling another freak a FREAK. I think it’s time I do something about this situation before it gets out of hand. I looked for Jongsuk for reassurance but he was nowhere to be found. Since when does he disappear without announcing some sort of dramatic finale? Oh well, I guess he had his fun. “Freaks or not, we all have to eat at some point. Now let’s go, I’m starving” I announced before starting for the door.
A sudden prick on the back of my head had me swaying though. My ears were also growing increasingly tingly. Crap. It’s that sound again. It’s so annoying, much worse than the high cry of a dolphin or scratch against the chalkboard. Why do I feel so heavy now? And my arms feel like they are being tied to the floor.
“YOOCHUN!”
~*@*~
“It’s you again” I heard myself say when I spotted Dr. Heechul.
He chuckled and shook his head. “I should be saying that to you. I’m starting to think this is some sort of ploy” he said looking to Junsu and Jaejoong. “You sure know how to pick them though, I’ll give you that.”
I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. “What happened?” I asked.
Snorting Dr. Heechul pretended like he cared to explain, “You fainted. And judging but that cute little ass of yours I’m guessing it’s not due to hunger so I’m ordering some tests. Now stay still so I can take out some blood.”
“WHAT! NO WAY! WHY!” I complained.
“All right boys, hold him still. I’m sure that’s what he wants anyway” Dr. Heechul threatened with a smile I am not quite comfortable with.
At that moment though I saw Junsu reach for the doctor’s malevolent wrist and shake his head. “You don’t need to do that. What’s wrong with him isn’t exactly something you can fix with medicine” he declared. Thank you GODS that decided to crawl up his uptight butt. I hate needles. Fuck, wait. Is he going to say something stupid? Like, this kid claims to see ghosts just take him to the loony bin. I turned to Jaejoong only to discover he had been watching me the whole time, giving me a look that I’m not sure how to interpret.
Heechul sighed. “Well, that’s a shame. Looks like I can’t keep you here pretty boy. Again” he said looking annoyed. “I’ll give you something for a headache and then you can leave.”
“Yoochun! What happened? Are you okay” Yunho’s voice echoed through the room.
“Hyung, how did you know I was here?” I asked surprised. He looked exasperated, like he’d been running to get here. His tall muscled frame was glowing with a thin shine of sweat and his lose clothing was rumpled. Damn, I regret not going to that lunch now.
He smiled his lovely megawatt charming smile before he replied shoving Heechul aside and standing next to me. “People were saying they saw Junsu and Jaejoong carrying an unconscious you and heading toward the infirmary. I freaked” he admitted, looking a little guilty.
“Now I know you’re doing this on purpose,” Heechul accused, crossing his arms and smirking.
“WHAT? NO! I just... It has nothing to do with... I think I should just sleep. I haven’t been sleeping. I think that may be the problem” I tried. I’m not technically lying. I haven’t been sleeping. That stupid sound in the back of my head keeps me awake most of the night. I could tell Jaejoong didn’t buy the excuse though. His face contorted in a weird, you-can’t-be-fucking-serious-face. Damn him and his super mentalist powers. Junsu actually looked concerned which makes me freak out just a little. What is this kid playing at? One minute he’s bullying me and the next he finds my deepest darkest secret and he’s suddenly all cute and friendly. Who turns around like that? And poor Yunho. He must think this has to do with the last incident.
As we stepped out into the hall I felt a firm grip around my arm, I turned to find Yunho looking down at me with those same guilty eyes I first saw on our coincidental meeting. “You really are okay, right?”
“I am” I reassured. “I just can’t sleep.” Junsu snorted and I wanted to slap him. What a brat.
“Is everything okay? You’re not keeping yourself awake just because you’re scared of sleep walking, are you?” Yunho asked.
“You sleep walk?” Jaejoong asked, raising his eye brows. “Isn’t that like unsafe? Keeping yourself awake until you pass out, isn’t that just going to make it worse?”
I have no fucking clue but this is getting way out of hand. It’s like reveal Yoochun’s secrets day. What the hell?! This is no place to have debate about my sleeping habits or any habits for that matter and from the looks of it Junsu is a terrible liar. I have to do something. I think it’s time to peace out and get out. “Well guys, I’m just going to my dorm to try and get some rest. I’m sure my head will feel a lot better after” I said already turning away but as luck would have it that only inspired protest.
“No way, you’re walking out to the east dorms alone! Seriously, why don’t you have a roommate?” Yunho demanded. I thought I explained this already. Because I freak people out. Well, no. That’s not true. Jongsuk intentionally freaks people out for me. Case and point, Junsu. “That settles it. Tonight I’m sleeping with you” he said. Come again? Did I hear that right?
“Huh?” I heard my stupid self say.
“You need a roommate tonight. What if you sleep walk and won’t wake up? What if you stay up and you pass out again and get hurt or something?” Yunho kept blabbing. I tried to say no, shake my head. Scream out a big fat NO. But nothing came out. Instead I just stood there, searching for Jongsuk. Where the hell is he? Why isn’t he here helping me say things I don’t mean to say? It’s oddly strange without him here.
Another voice joined Yunho’s monologue. “I’ll come too” Junsu announced. Say what? What is going on here?!
“Excuse me? I think I heard that wrong. Did you just invite yourself to sleep in Chunnie’s room?” Jaejoong asked appalled. Oh thank the gods. At least someone will put him on the spot. “No offense dongsaeng but don’t you like... hate Yoochun?” Yes. Yes he does!
“No. Why would you say that? Yoochun and I are friends now” Junsu declared.
I looked at Jaejoong, hoping he would understand my pleading eyes. He offered a sympathetic smile and I almost sighed in relief before he said, “Fine. I guess I have no choice. It looks like we’re having a slumber party.” Fuck my life. I’m screwed. Jongsuk will never let this pass. He hates people crowding his space. And who am I kidding, so do I. This is going to be one long night.
~*@*~
My room is not meant for so many people. It’s barely meant for one let alone four people and possibly a ghost if Jongsuk decides to show up. Luckily, my headache isn’t as bad anymore and I have no trouble hearing either. But that just means I can’t tune these guys out. “Honestly, you guys don’t have to do this. I’m fine. Really, I am.” I insisted for the hundredth time.
“Wow Yoochun-ah, I didn’t think it was possible but you really cleaned up this place” Yunho said flopping onto my bed with a comfortable sigh. “Still as comfy as I remember, I’m so jealous of this bed.”
“You’ve been in here before?” Junsu practically groaned. It sounded kind of scary actually. As if he was accusing us of something. Oh crap, he can’t possibly think that Yunho and I are that close, right? Or wait, maybe he’s homophobic. Of course he would be. When we accidently kissed he was so disgusted he practically ran from me as if I had some contagious disease. “Can’t say I’m not surprised. I didn’t think he was your type hyung” he finished. And there goes my people reading skills. Hottie Houdini is openly gay and Sexy Copperfield is okay with that. What the hell is wrong with this picture?
“Eh? What makes you think that? He’s cute AND pretty” Yunho responded throwing me a wink. Dignity Yoochun. Remember, dignity. You’re a man. Act like a man. Not a child with a crush. But he does look so yummy in his plain grey sweats and revealing skin tight tank. Damn, he must work out for hours for muscles like that.
Jaejoong laughed. “That he is indeed. Not your cup of tea, Junsu?” he teased.
Junsu blushed noticeably almost as if he was caught red handed. Or maybe I’m just seeing things. He’s so cute. But dressed similarly to Yunho, he looked mighty sexy too. Ugh. What am I thinking? The kid is a brat. But really, who am I kidding, he’s a very sexy brat. “If pretty is what you are referring to, I prefer pretty girls. Not just a thing that looks like one” he said. I changed my mind. He’s just a jerk.
“What about you Jaejoong? What’s your type?” Yunho suddenly asked.
Well, this is certainly an interesting development. What’s more interesting is that Jaejoong actually seems to be thinking about an answer. Wrapped in warm baby blue pajamas, his adorable thinking face is a sharp contrast to his usually cold demeanor. “Mhm... Smart. But not like you posers.
Someone that’s actually smart and passionate about learning. Preferably tall. Cute but handsome. A little on the wild side maybe” he declared. “It would be nice if they were as interesting as Yoochun too.”
“WOW! You could have an orgy here Chun.” Jongsuk said appearing out of nowhere. Marvelous timing might I add. I looked toward the door to find him leaning against it as if he’d been there the entire time. Now what? It’s not like I can talk to him without looking like complete crazy person. I settled for giving him the dirtiest and sneakiest look I could muster. I noticed Junsu catching me in mid act though, a bright smirk appearing on his annoyingly cute face. A knock on the door, however, had us all jumping from our spots.
I opened the door to find none other than the self proclaimed Einstein himself. “Changmin-ah! What are you doing here?” Junsu squealed.
The boy genius at the door does not look amused. In fact, he looks annoyed. I hope whatever is up his butt does not end up hitting mine because the last thing I need is a confrontation. “You missed rehearsal today. And that goes for you too, Yunho” he said with a surprisingly monotonous voice.
Yunho smiled nervously, contemplating an excuse. Unfortunately for him, Junsu beat him to it. “Sorry, we had to watch over Yoochun. He fainted” Junsu stated. Whatever hope I had of not being blamed for any of this fiasco was instantly shattered.
To my surprise, Changmin looked interested rather than defiant at the revelation. “Did he know?”
“Yeah, he doesn’t sleep. So we are here to make sure he does” Junsu kept on.
Jongsuk scoffed loudly. “This kid has no concept of discretion, does he?” he said.
“Definitely not.” I responded before I could catch myself.
Being next to me, Changmin did not miss it. “What?”
“Huh?”
“You said something.”
“No, I didn’t” I denied. “Ugh. Whatever. Look guys, I appreciate what you’re doing but you really don’t have to” I tried again, lowly adding, “At least not all of you.”
“Who are you kidding fuck bunny? This is like a dream come true!” Jongsuk mocked. Aigoo, I need to make better acquaintances. Even the ghostly kind. I tried to tell him to shut up with my awesome telepathic skills but the bastard stuck out his tongue and ignored my message. If only such powers did exist. I would be able to torment him just as much as he does me. “When do they get naked?” he continued.
“I hate you” I mumbled, unintentionally interrupting the spat between Changmin and Yunho.
“What did you say?” the tall genius asked. It took me like three seconds to realize he was talking to me.
“Huh?”
“Park, what the hell do you keep staring at?” Changmin asked, curiously looking behind him to the invisible Jongsuk.
I choked. “Um. Nothing” I replied.
“Try saying, a ghost.” Jongsuk suggested.
“Didn’t I say he was weird?” Junsu teased.
Jaejoong laughed. What a traitor. “Yeah, but in a good way” the wannabe Dunninger said. Okay, maybe the pretty Dunninger is not a complete traitor.
“I happen to think he’s interesting” Yunho asserted.
To my surprise it was Changmin who had something to say to that remark, “That’s because you are a ho, ho. How can you be so fickle? I thought you had a thing for Professor Rain?” Everyone burst into a ridiculous fit of laughter to which I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable with. These guys seem like friends. Even Jaejoong seems to have no reservations with the infamous trio. Call me paranoid but I feel this may not be such good news for me. Jongsuk must have noticed my anxiety because he was about to open his obnoxiously annoying mouth again.
“Guys, could you not talk about me like I’m not here? It weirds me out” I groaned. All of them stared at me, wide eyed and looking deflected. I knew it! They had forgotten I was even here. This is going to be long night.
~*@*~
Somehow I ended up sharing my bed with Junsu. Out of all the people in my room, it was Junsu. Kim fucking Junsu because the school’s idol had never slept on the floor and wasn’t about to start. And let me tell you, the guy is not a sound sleeper. What was even more surprising was that he didn’t seem to mind our close proximity or the fact that he was half naked next to a guy that kissed him. Yes, that’s right. He was shirtless.
[Flashback]
“Um, Junsu. What are you doing?” I asked as I saw him remove his tank when we were settling on the bed.
He turned to me smiling. I instinctively backed up against the wall. “Taking off my shirt? I usually sleep naked but tonight I’ll keep my pants on” he reassured. Woah. This kid is dangerous. And incredibly sexy. How can someone so lithe have so much muscle tone? What are they putting in the food here? WHAT? I noticed even Jaejoong is built; more than Junsu but not quite as much as Yunho. Even so, Junsu is a whole specimen of his own. He moved like a Bengal Tiger, stalking through water without a sound. It’s like he’s not human. “Yoochun-ah? Is everything okay” he asked innocently.
“Eh? Oh, yeah. I’m just tired. Good night” I said letting myself fall back onto my pillow and turning to face the wall. I heard the sexy bastard giggle and lay down too.
“Hey, Chunnie?” What the fuck? Since when am I Chunnie? Dammit, Yoochun don’t fall for it. Don’t take the bait, “I know you’re not asleep. You’re an insomniac” he contested. Fuck. Now this kid decides to be clever. Thanks to him I’m stuck in this situation to begin with. He should have just left me alone in that room and pretended to not have heard a thing and I wouldn’t have missed lunch with Jaejoong. Then I wouldn’t have fainted in public and Yunho wouldn’t have come to the health clinic and all this would just have been a bad nightmare.
I hummed to let him know I was listening. “Is he here?” he asked.
“Is who here?”
“You know. Him?”
I turned back to him immediately and pulled half my body over his to check up on the intruders now sprawled on my floor. “Are you insane? Shut up!” I whispered like scared five year old.
He had the nerve to laugh. “It’s okay. Yunho and Changmin sleep like logs. And Jaejoong apparently sleeps with music on” he noted.
“Aish! You’re going to give me a stroke one day” I complained, finally taking my eyes of the guys on the floor when Junsu’s statement was confirmed.
To my utter horror however, I found myself nearly face to face with the brazenfaced boy. I stood frozen, trying to will my boundless libido to stay in check and NOT stare at his lips; his wonderfully full pink and luscious lips that I would totally suck on like sweet watermelon lollipops. Fuck. Someone save me from this little devil, already.
Again, he did something only he would do without much reservation. He stuck his palm to my chest, now without a doubt spotting my erratic heartbeat. “I wouldn’t say a stroke, but you are in danger of giving yourself a panic attack” he said. “Give me some credit. Technically, I am considered a genius you know.” His attempt at trying to ease my nerves worked, oddly enough. I realized that he was right and I had little reason to panic unless he was intentionally trying to reveal my secret which at the moment, it didn’t seem that way. But then I remembered I was nervous for an entirely different reason and his advice went down to hell. Noticing I was still very anxious he pouted. Yes, he fucking pouted. “You don’t think I’m a genius?” he asked.
“What? No. I mean, yes. You are. I’m just... um... I’m not used to it” I stuttered.
“You’re not used to me being a genius?” he asked amused.
“No, no. I’m not used to you knowing. I’m not used to anyone knowing for that matter” I quickly clarified.
“Anyone?”
“Anyone. I’ve never told anybody. Not even my family.” What am I doing? Why am I blabbing all of a sudden? This isn’t cool. Now he’s going to think he’s special. Again, he smiled. But this time it wasn’t devious. It really was a smile full of nothing but happiness at what I had said.
We both laid facing each other. His torso was uncovered and I had a hard time ignoring it. But he didn’t seem to notice. Far from it. He dragged himself closer to me until our noses almost touched. My reflexes pulled me back but I had forgotten I was close to the wall and banged my head against it. We laughed to ourselves, failing miserably at not making noise.
[End of flashback]
Throughout the night he moved and squirmed. His leg brushed over mine, his breath stuck to my cheek and his restless limbs eventually snuck their way around me. I woke up worse off for sleep and with an obvious excitement caught down on my nether regions. Luckily, I pried away and locked myself into the bathroom before anyone woke up. Oh but the nightmare does not end there.
[Flasback]
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Kim fucking Junsu!” I thought looking at myself in the mirror, my morning erection now a focal point in the reflection. I palmed my clothed length, pressing down and willing it to go away. But to no avail. The mental picture of Junsu laying next me with his lips partly open and his arms around me just wouldn’t subside. Unawarely, my palm pressed harder and a small nuance of a moan escaped from somewhere low in my throat.
“Having a little problem there?” Jongsuk suddenly appeared.
I jumped, banging myself against the wall and sliding down to the floor. “FUCK! YAH! Why do you keep doing that lately?” I fussed.
However, rather than amused he looked angered. “Why do you keep forgetting that I’m around?” he contested. “You don’t even notice when I’m not anymore.” What? How could I not notice? He’s been the bane of my existence for years. Okay, only two years but still. That’s a long time for a teenager. And in case that little comment about hitting puberty being the pivotal point to my misery still rings fresh, yes, I was late bloomer. But it was awful, nonetheless. My voice dropped two octaves every other second for months and then this stupid problem with seeing ghosts happened and well let’s just say my life has never been the same.
A knock on the door had us both tense in an instant. “Yoochun-ah, are you okay? We heard a strange noise?” A muffled voice asked though it was clearly Junsu.
“Uh... y-yeah, sorry. I dropped my... uh... the soap” I answered back.
“Oh. Okay. Changmin and Yunho have left and Jaejoong says he needs to go too.”
“Bye Jaejoong-ah! I’ll see you at lunch!” I shouted, waiting to hear the hall door close. When it was finally silent I turned back to Jongsuk. “What are you talking about? I’m always aware of you” I said. But he didn’t answer. I noticed that he seemed uncomfortable. Something was obviously bothering him. I was about to ask when the bathroom lock clicked and the door opened. I was currently in my boxers and so I moved to cover myself as much as possible.
The purple haired genius walked in looking pleased. “Hey!”
“Junsu! What are you still doing here? I thought you said you guys were leaving.”
He chuckled. “No, I said THEY were leaving. Not me. Is he here?”
“Is who here?”
“Jongsuk. Your ghost friend” Junsu asked carelessly. Again, my nerves were on high.
I turned to where Jongsuk previously stood only to find that he was gone. “No. He’s gone.”
His pretty little eyes widened. “So he was here? While you... interesting.”
“What’s interesting?” I frowned.
Junsu walked closer until we were only inches apart. Again, the vague realization that we were both partially unclothed dawned on me and Chunnie Jr. I swallowed trying to calm myself but the little nuisance between my legs wouldn’t comply. It wasn’t until I managed to look away from his tempting lips that I found a rising bulge against the thin fabric of his sweat pants. Before I knew what was happening, he took my wrists and placed my palms at his hips and slowly slid his hands up my arms and around my neck to whisper in my ear, “He was watching you.” That was not a question. “Does he help you? If he can touch objects, can he touch you? Does he grind against you like this?” he asked.
His hips pressed against mine and even though our heights were different, he somehow managed to roll up and down so our lengths touched side by side. I groaned in pleasure and squeezed the sinewy flesh of his hips, if only to know he was real. “Junsu, what are you doing?” I breathed out.
“You are not very clever Yoochun. All night, I was on your bed and you didn’t do a thing” he noted. Another wave was provoked by his devilish hips and I legitimately moaned. He seemed to take that as my compliance because the next thing I know, he is pulling me off the wall and pushing me down onto the covered toilette seat as he straddled me. His hips kept moving, rolling in circles, pushing harder and harder until we were both heated and out of breath. “He’s really not here, right?” he asked, strangely shy and out of character. I shook my head and he smiled.
He stood and yanked at my boxers. Before I had too much time to think about it, they were already being tossed somewhere up in the air. Junsu kneeled, taking my length with hands as he began to pump. The heat around my groin began to spread and holy magic fuck did it feel good. His warm slender hands had a power like no other and were only out done when his beautiful lips touched my crown and the soft wet flesh of his tongue touched my slit. I was close. My body arched and my toes curled as mindless gibberish escaped my throat. This kid is seriously dangerous.
The wonderful sensation of silk skin against my length was suddenly gone and I opened my eyes to find him looking up at me. His eyes were bright and shone with a lust I could never imagine coming from him. He let go and stood, pulling me by the arm as we rushed out of the bathroom. He tossed me on the bed and immediately resumed his position on top, straddling me once again. My poor slicked length never stood a chance against his wrath as he took both hands and pumped again. Primal sounds echoed throughout the room but neither of us knew which belonged to whom. Concentrated on his task, Junsu kept his hands moving until the tip was covered with my pearly substance. It was only then that he stopped. But only for moment. His long lithe form flexed and stretched down to catch my lips. After long satisfying kiss, he moved up again. “Ready Chunnie?” he asked. Through clouded vision I nodded, only to realize later I wasn’t sure what he was asking. Even so, as soon as he positioned his puckered entrance against my tip it was obvious. I felt the pressure around my crown and I heard him curse his dry spell from the breach. Nonetheless, he pushed down until all of me was inside him and wasted no time in moving. Junsu rode me until oblivion, until the stars disappeared against the black of my lids and my voice was hoarse. We kissed until our lips stung and we could no longer breathe. And finally, we cuddled until our appetite for something else beckoned from within our stomachs.
Without a doubt, I Park Yoochun was no longer a virgin.
[End of Flashback]
“Most definitely not a virgin, alright” Jongsuk scoffed from his usual spot on our tree refuge.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he is pissed. Again. “What now?” I asked.
“Yoochun, think for a minute. One day he’s bullying you and the next he discovers your secret and he wants to fuck you? Doesn’t that seem a little... suspicious to you?” I know. I know it’s weird but it felt too damn good not let it happen. I mean, what are the chances of someone like me sleeping with a guy like him ever again? Try close to never. “And every time he’s around you...” he stalled in mid phrase.
“What? Every time he’s around me... what?” I asked.
“You have a hard time noticing me. No, more like... you have a hard time seeing me. You didn’t notice me the first day of class in your techniques course, you didn’t notice me when he came into the room yesterday and I ran passed you to shove him against the desk and you didn’t even notice me coming into the room last night or again this morning.”
“So I’m distracted by him. That’s not that big of a deal” I explained.
But he only shook his head and huffed. “You don’t get it. You’re not acknowledging me because you’re not seeing me. And you’re not seeing me because I’m forced to not be there.”
“What?” I asked, seriously confused.
“Whenever he’s around, I can’t be. It’s the same when you hear that sound that gives you a headache or when you have that eerie feeling that someone is watching you. It’s not any ghost that I know of Yoochun. And you’re not just numb to everything around you, you’re numb to me. You don’t see me walking next to you until you do and then you’re startled even when I’ve been next to you the whole time. I don’t know what connection all this has with Junsu but it is definitely connected” he rattled on. “And then, there are times I disappear. I actually disappear. That’s never happened before and now it’s like I don’t have any control over my own... well... destination.”
“Woah, wait! What do you mean you disappear?”
“Exactly that! I disappear to this white room. It’s bright and I feel like I’m being tied to the floor looking up. Other times, I hear voices but I don’t know what they are saying. One minute I’m here, standing next to you and the next I blink to find myself weighed down in that room where I can’t breathe or talk” he said staring off in the direction of the school but not really looking at it. “I don’t know what’s going on with me Yoochun-ah.”
I looked up at him. For the first time since I first came to know him I realized that I actually don’t know much about him. I felt shame and regret fill me up. Yes, Jongsuk is a ghost. But he’s also been my constant companion and only true friend since I discovered this stupid ability of mine. And for better or worse, we are connected in a way I will probably never experience with anyone else. Even so, he’s never expressed any concern for my relationship with others or any fears. Seeing him now, I started to realize just how utterly lonely his new predicament must be. “What should I do? I don’t know how to help myself let alone you, Jongsuk-ah? What should I do?”
Chapter: 3(M)
A/N2: In case it's not clear. When ever Jongsuk speaks and there are other people are around besides Yoochun, his dialogue will be in italics.