D&M 3
Dreams and Memories
Joonmyeon trailed behind his friend's mad running car. Luhan led them back to the KBS Building in only a matter of 10 minutes when it actually takes them 20 minutes to reach the said building in a normal day to day basis. When he begun parking Baekhyun's car, Luhan was already on his way to the building's entrance. He kept hurrying Baekhyun because the said drama queen was just taking his own wonderful time walking gracefully whilst phoning Chanyeol, asking his boyfriend when will their next date be.
"BYUN BAEKHYUN!!" he roared, stomping his feet and dragging his friend to catch up with Luhan.
They have no match with Luhan's running skill. When he's playing soccer, it's almost insane to catch up with him. They followed him through the hallway.
Luhan was taking big giant steps and kept looking around until he reached a particular studio. He waited for awhile, his narrowing eyes peering like a predator waiting for its prey. He cocked his head from side to side and started cracking his knuckles. When the door opened, a menacing smile crept across Luhan pretty features once he spotted the person he was looking for.
He smirked seeing the man walking out from the studio, fingers flipping the pages of what seemed to be a manuscript. Lips murmuringly explaining things to the person sidling beside him who looked like a live walking giant chinese bun in those fluffy cheeks. But he's not the person he came for.
With gritted teeth Luhan trotted through the passing by employees and shoved some of them who were dumbly standing when he already told them to "Step away I'm going to kill someone."
Standing a few feet from his target,
"Chen! Or should I call you Kim ing Jongdae?" Luhan shouted fiercely, attracting attention. His glazing deer eyes were aiming at their Junior Director who stopped walking when he heard someone calling his name in distraught.
"Huh?" Jongdae glances around searching for the voice who just mocked-called him. He finally noticed a person he just met earlier running straight to him and surprisingly grabbed him by his collar. His friend backed away in shocked.
"Luhan-"
"Oh! you have no idea how long I waited for this day to finally meet you you !" Luhan cussed, tugging his collars closer with a clenched fist raised an arm high and without any further words, Luhan attacked Jongdae's face. Punching at Jongdae's flawless face without missing a spot.
A series of hollered noises coming from Jongdae when Luhan's fist met his face, tumbling down the floor with the wild Luhan on top and constantly battering the life out of him. His restless screeches woke his friend from his shocked slumber.
"Hey what are you doing?!" Xiumin shouted, with his strong arms pulling Luhan off his dear bleeding friend. But the insane boxer was glued to his friend like a leech. He stopped trying to get rid of the leech-like being when he heard Jongdae saying a "No Xiumin." in chinese. A weak hand telling him to stay away. He glared down at his bestfriend with an ambiguous "What the hell Chen!?"
On the other corner, Joonmyeon found the last scene he wanted to witness in his earthly life on earth.
How Luhan found out where Jongdae was? both Joonmyeon and the " Like i care if Jongdae dies? I'll visit his funeral." Baekhyun couldn't guess well because Luhan is just so resourceful it's almost scary to see him popping around when they least expect to see him.
"Luhan," Joonmyeon and Baekhyun were speechless watching Luhan wildly beating the defenseless Jongdae. People around were encircling them and some guards were running to the commotion. They scuttled across the hall and trundles through the crowed of people huddled around the commotion.
When they made it through, the two of them nearly jumped off their skins.
"You ing idiot! Six years! Six years! He cried an ocean of useless tears because of you-" Luhan stood up pulling Jongdae with him. The guard made no progress on stopping Luhan. Even Xiumin who's been trying to help, couldn't do anything but watch. Luhan was about to kick Jongdae when,
"Luhan stop!" Joonmyeon angrily grabbed Luhan off of Jongdae but to no success. He glared at Baekhyun who was doing nothing but just standing idly and enjoying the whole bloody event progress into an insurmountable chaos.
"Help me Baekhyun! what the hell are you doing just standing there?!" he grumbled. Haughty shouting at both of his friends. The bystanders were all looking scared and didn't have the guts to interfere.The guards were charging to get Luhan off but Jongdae was the only one telling them to get back and let them be. Joonmyeon was furious at this that he infuriately grabbed Luhan.
"I said stop it!" he fervently Screamed. All his stress and madness were vented out. Just a single shout coming from him made all the people around stopped talking. Baekhyun was startled, Luhan even pauses and freed Jongdae with a threatening finger pointing at the boy.
"You better stay away because if you ever- if you ever! Agh! I swear no plastic surgeon will ever be able to rearrange your pretty face back to its original form. Ever." Luhan turned his back, the people scurried away immediately when Luhan walked straight through the crowd.
Joonmyeon crouches down, checking Jongdae. He was Perturbed when the beaten man weakly leaning against the marble wall, hisses in pain the second he tried wiping the steaming blood coming from his traumatized lips.
"I'll take care of him. " Xuimin said, draping Jongdae's arm around his neck and hauled him up.
Joonmyeon nodded and painfully watched Jongdae trying his best to walk. He looked around and found Baekhyun telling him where Luhan is.
Joonmyeon saw his friend and followed him out of the Building. He angrily grabbed Luhan's arm before the boxer diva can even hop inside his improperly parked car.
"Luhan! what is wrong with you! how could you do that!?"
Luhan wiped a handkerchief over his reddened knuckles before turning to face Joonmyeon.
"Oh my god, your actually asking me that?" in as sarcastic tone, Luhan flinched from Joonmyeon's hold and massaged his sore bloodstained knuckles. Joonmyeon's was beyond mad, but his face softened when he saw his friend hurtly grimacing.
"Lu-Luhan..."
"Don't even try talking this out with me." he glares, walking down the stairs towards his wrongly parked car. The guards who were planning on giving whoever owned the car a long lecture, moved back when they figured the car belongs to Luhan.
"Apologize to him!" Joonmyeon demanded.
Luhan who was walking down in a hurry, halted. He clenched his hands into a ball of pissed off fist.
"What?! Hell no! after what he did to you?" Luhan boldly screamed in defiance. His bloodshot eyes glared at him. Joonmyeon must admit it scares a part of him.
"Luhan that was six years ago and" he croaked.
"Oh, so your saying 6 years ago doesn't affect you much right now?" Luhan beseechingly sniffled a mordacious chuckle making Joonmyeon hem on the spot.
"Yes, it's six years and-" He couldn't say it straight. The question took him off guard. His own self, doubting with his reply.
Luhan pulled a silver mirror from his pocket and handed it to Joonmyeon.
"Say that one more time in front of this mirror. And if you don't see your face breaking like as I see you now, then let's continue this conversation until then." the honey haired boy walked down the stairs leaving Joonmyeon dumbfounded. Baekhyun finally decided to be useful and asked luhan to stop. But he only got ignored.
"Luhan, c'mon." he frantically cried seeing Luhan leaving the building. Baekhyun says he'll follow the other to make sure he won't kill anyone along the way.
•••
Joonmyeon was awkwardly and remorsefully looking at Yixing worriedly treating Jongdae's swollen face. They were in one of the vacant rooms of the building. Xiumin left an hour ago telling them he needs to check on his Mother again at the hospital.
Yixing magically showed up a little later. Looking shredded into bits seeing his Boyfriend's broken face in a bloody shirt. He kept shouting at everyone who the hell beaten his boyfriend into a pulp and left just like that.
No one answered him though. Everybody knows how Luhan makes an extravagant y comeback.
"Who in their insane mind would do this to you?!" Yixing grunted. Throwing the cotton ball soaked with blood into the waste receptacle beside him. He was cleaning some bloodstains on Jongdae's face while the beaten boy who was now in a fresh clean clothe, was trying his hardest not to shriek.
Joonmyeon's tongue got twisted. He can't say it's Luhan. Not because he wanted to cover up Luhan's violent exhibitions. But more like he isn't up to witness a diva and a diva fighting with each other for the sake of them.
"It's nobody." Jongdae answered. Grimacing when Yixing placed an ice pack over his bruises. He heard Yixing talking back some Chinese he didn't understand much. In turn Jongdae muttered some mandarin slang that didn't made sense to Joonmyeon either.
He sighed in euphoric relief when Baekhyun texted saying he managed to pacify Luhan and they are currently out for a bubble tea.
It was fine with him though. He was the reason why the commotion happened in the first place.
"Joonmyeon?" Yixing called, startling Joonmyeon who've been in the room with them but was just speechless to even move. He was just sitting at the corner of the room bitting his lip seeing Jongdae physically suffering.
"Y-yes?" he stood up, slowly approaching the two.
"Mind if you treat Jongdae's bruises for a sec? I need to take this call. It's my boss." Yixing said, his phone on his right hand while the other reaching out to give him the ice pack.
"What?! But-"
Yixing was already gone leaving him, the ice pack and Jongdae. He quiveringly gazed at the ice pack that felt like a melting crushed ice on his hand. He carefully sat down on the vacant chair beside Jongdae. Gulping hard before glancing at the other.
His chest tightened seeing Jongdae up close looking badly hurt. He got a teared up lips, a bruised cheek and a bleeding nose. He couldn't barely move his lips.
Jongdae who couldn't seem to look at him straight, looks down and was breathing irregularly.
He has all the right to be angry at Jongdae. But seeing him in this state looking so injured just melted all his anger tentatively.
"What were you thinking? you could have avoided Luhan's hits . Instead you were just standing there like a free punching bag." he couldn't help but scold him. Jongdae just nodded and attempting to smile at him but winced in pain when he did.
Joonmyeon sighed deeply. Bringing the ice pack close. He was reluctant to touch his face. Both due to the reason of hurting Jongdae and hurting himself the moment he'll feel a close contact with the boy he once loved so much.
"Just, tell me if I'm pressing it too hard and,"
"Agh!!" the boy hissed when he felt the ice pack touched his swollen face. Joonmyeon panicky pulled the ice pack away, unconsciously leaning forward to blew some air just to alleviate the pain. Even just a little.
"I'm sorry!!" he exclaimed, attempting to just get Yixing back in the room and deal with his own boyfriend. But Jongdae held his hand when he wanted to stand up. His warm hand made him flinched in startle.
"No don't go please.. just.. stay." he pleaded, hauling the other to sit back. Joonmyeon hesitatingly sat back. Taking the ice pack again.
"Ahh.. Tell me if I'm overdoing it."
Jongdae nodded.
Joonmyeon's hand was a bit shaking, but he needed to at least held Jongdae's chin so he'll be able to apply the pack properly. As if Jongdae heard his dilemma, he moved closer to Joonmyeon.
Joonmyeon couldn't help but look into those black eyes that were looking back at him.
Those eyes reminded him of some images from the sweet yesterday they both shared.
•••
Years ago..
Joonmyeon moved closer to Jongdae, patting the cold ice pack consolingly on the wincing boy's right cheek. He held Jongdae's chin to steady him whenever he pressed the numbing ice pack a little less mildly.
They were currently at Jongdae's spaciously dim room. On his comfy bed, sitting besides each other while the other one attending to Jongdae's bruises.
"Ah!!" Jongdae howled, grimacing in the process. Pushing Joonmyeon's hand away for a timeout.
"I'm sorry." he sighed and gazed at Jongdae as the boy was feeling his bruises cooling up yet still felt a tinge of pain.
"You shouldn't done it Jongdae." Joonmyeon starts. Although he was extremely shaken by what happened, seeing Jongdae with a swollen lip and a purple discoloration at the corner of his right lips squeezes his heart in wretched.
Jongdae smirkily faced him" Yeah, your right. I shouldn't let you stop me from beating him into dust."
mordaciously chuckling at his words.
"Jongdae.."Joonmyeon cooed disquietly.
"What?!"Jongdae shot his concerned boyfriend a glare,"I'm sorry but I'm not sorry."scowling, he stood up and left Joonmyeon's side to rearrange his books over the table that doesn't really need any rearranging since it was filed properly.
"That was harsh and violent.You could have just talked to him Jongdae."
"You think talking will work with that narrow minded jerk?" Jongdae snort in disbelief.
Joonmyeon sighed heavily.
Jongdae was angry and he couldn't blame him.
It was their Junior year. Joonmyeon decided to take his leadership to the next level. He ran for school Presidency and unfortunately lost. The position was won by the school's basketball captain Lee Sungyeol. Jongdae's mocking face during the end of election was something he will forever remember. He didn't take his defeat into heart though, he was placed as the Vice president in the end after all. It was smooth sailing at first. Until some officers were handing some of their workloads to the remaining officials who were willing to take it. Joonmyeon was one of them and Sungyeol was the stubborn of them all, giving all the resposibities to his vice president with all his lame excuses.
Joonmyeon as being the concerned VP, he didn't want to get into any arguments or even leave work unattended so he accepted the loads with open arms. He barely walked with Jongdae home ( like they usually do and he misses walking home with Jongdae )telling him to just go home ahead of him for he has some things to finish. Jongdae was being the understanding other half who expected it coming the moment Joonmyeon was elected as Vice president.
One afternoon. After meeting with their teachers, Sungyeol said the same swooning words at Joonmyeon to get the job done for him. He was exhausted and rejected to help for the very first time in a grazillion years. Sungyeol doesn't take rejections pretty easily and started pointing fingers, harassing and throwing profanities at him. Jongdae went home alone that afternoon. At least, Joonmyeon thought he did.
In a split second he was standing in awe watching Jongdae throw buffering punches at Sungyeol. He had to call some help to pull the two away because they were having a serious fist fun without holding back. And he was only shoved away ( by Jongdae) everytime he attempts to interfere. It was the first time he saw a violent side of Jongdae. And he hopes it's the last.
"Look, your kindness is earnestly endearing Joonmyeon. But please, know when to slow down." Jongdae snarled, throwing some scratch papers into the dustbin and ripping some colored papers apart gruntingly. Joonmyeon understood Jongdae's ways of venting out his bottled up anger.
"Your too kind for your own sake. Some people are just too abusive and taking advantage of you." he added, running a hand through his dark hair disheveling it." It frustrates me." he gasped, throwing his history book into the dustbin."So don't sneak around telling me to keep cool and calm while watching some people boss you around because that's not happening."
And that made Joonmyeon smile for the first that day. He walked across the room and wrapped his long milky arms around Jongdae's waist feeling the other's body relaxed the moment their body felt each other.
"I'm sorry for making you frustratedly worried." Joonmyeon leaned his head against Jongdae's back. When he felt his lover's warm soft hand caressing on top of his wrapped arms, his heart was smiling with him.
Jongdae slowly turned around and faces him. Now the creases of anger and hostility were long gone, only replaced by warm eyes speaking of compassion and deep worry.
"You think I don't know how some of you are under some stupid slavery? How that brain Sungyeol who won by popularity asked you to write a speech for him? Or that-"
"Ssshhhhhhhhh..." Joonmyeon wooed quieting the other because he was tensing in vexation again.
"If there's anyone who deserves that upper position, it's you and I'm not saying this because I'm your boyfriend. I'm saying this because I know you do. " Jongdae added, looking straight inside his eyes, telling him how sincere his words were. And Joonmyeon wanted to cry in gratefulness for having someone like him by his side.
He smiled, bigger and wider to the point of scaring anyone. Jongdae smiled with him, that smile that makes his eyes twinkle in mixed shades of bliss.
"Thank you, for always being so protectively supportive Jongdae but," he hang the words in the air, Jongdae looking expectantly."still, you shouldn't beaten the guy up. just talk in civil manner. What if sungyeol and his gang beats you up tomorrow and-"
Jongdae's smile disappeared when Joonmyeon's serene voice turned into scoldings. He playfully pushed him aside, rolling his eyes and saying"Oh please!!" helplessly.
Joonmyeon laughed loudly, turning Jongdae to face him. Still laughing he picked the cold ice pack up. Bringing it over Jongdae's screeching face and gingerly the bruises, asking in between whether it still hurts or if he is applying to much pressure on it.
Warm hand, Jongdae took the pack away.
"It still hurts but that's not what I need." pursing his lower lip.
"Then what?"
Those dark irises glanced at Joonmyeon's brown one. Jongdae was all shy smiles as he was leaning his cheek closer to Joonmyeon's lips."
"Here." pointing at the right corner of his lips with a purple bruise while feigning a pained expression, whining to make it more unbelievably fake.
Joonmyeon smothered his giggles that made the other whine even more, desperate for his wishes to be granted. Joonmyeon sighed in flushed cheeks, leaning closer and playing along with Jongdae's antics.
He pursed his lips and kissed the corner of Jongdae's lips childishly, with Jongdae smiling as he did so.
"Better?" he asks, still suppressing his giggles because Jongdae looks and acts a night vs day different from the mad boy with bursting temper he was trying to calm down earlier.
Jongdae closed his eyes hummingly as if assessing his pain scale. He shook his head in negativity after his long hum."More please..." he asked demandingly, intendedly making his voice hoarse and whinny knowing he can't stand that peculiar voice of his. Jongdae was now pointing not on the corner of his lips he just kissed but a little close to his thin rosy lips.
Joonmyeon couldn't help himself anymore and burst out laughing. Covering his mouth cutely while Jongdae was just looking at him in his deep seriousness like he wasn't joking and it's a life over death scenario so just kiss me or else I won't make it. Can you live with that Joonmyeon?
"Yes your highness." Joonmyeon bowed, still smiling.
He leaned over.
A kiss is sweeter the second time around as Joonmyeon kissed the corner of Jongdae's lips, moving inch by inch towards his lips. A low distinctive smacking sounds echoes between them as his lips presses to Jongdae's. Making the bruised boy quiver on how his boyfriend lovingly quenches his needy lips.
And the third kiss is the lucky charm.
Jongdae's lips curved into a smile on the third kiss. Satisfied, but not really. Tilting Joonmyeon's chin, he moves his lips along Joonmyeon's languidly. Nibbling at his lower lip a bit longer, forgetting how his lips were swollen and sensitive. His other hand caressing Joonmyeon's soft neck motioning him to move around. When Joonmyeon did so, Jongdae pushed him against the edge of the table.
Joonmyeon felt Jondae's right hand raising his right thigh nonverbally asking him to sit on the table. As he slowly did, never breaking their chaste kiss. Jongdae settled himself in between his boyfriend's spread legs, leaning over and asking for a pleasing entrance into his boyfriend's warm carven.
Joonmyeon smiled for a second before letting Jongdae's warm tongue linger inside his mouth. Taking in the cool minty breath and peppermint taste of Jongdae's warm tongue that he now loves more than anything. His hands snaking around Jongdae's neck, along with him when their shared kiss turned a little deeper than they usually share.
Jongdae's left hand clasping less tightly around Joonmyeon's soft tresses pulling him a bit more deeper, a little needy. The muffling moans were swallowed down inside their mouths, traveling down to their synchronized hearts, hugging each other tighter as joonmeyeon wraps his leg around Jongdae's waist pressing Jongdae more to him and the other one falling forward willingly.
When oxygen requirement was high they slowly pulled away. Joonmyeon smiling at Jongdae who was still in his closed lidded eyes looking still drowned in their shared loving moment.
"Whoe.." closed eyelids slowly opens, grinning at his smiling nurse."I can feel my bruises healing." Jongdae greasily whispered that Joonmyeon's cheeks felt warmer and a bit stinging from too much smiling.
Jongdae pulled him in a affectionate hug, giving Joonmyeon's shoulder some fleeting pecks and rocking the both of them sideways.
Joonmyeon's heart flutters too much for him to handle. Clasping his hands interlocking securely together around Jongdae to not let him shimmer away. Resting his head over Jongdae's shoulder, he chuckled when he felt something. He knows that the extra loud thumping fast heartbeats (he feels) that shares the same rhythm as his, belongs not to him, but coming from Jongdae's pressed chest against him.
"Promise you won't get into fights?" he asked, snuggling over Jongdae's neck smelling his lover's natural scent he grew accustomed to. He bet Jongdae's eyeballs are rolling like a football in a championship game.
"If your involved, I can't and won't promise." Jongdae answered in his deep husky voice with a glint of seriousness vibrating it's heaviness over Joonmyeon's shoulder making him slightly tremble.
Joonmyeon untangled his arms around his lover, pulling away and stared back at Jongdae's face. He was frowning animatedly at him.
"What?"
He quickly kissed those traumatized lips lightly and Jongdae smiled back ever so pleased at his straightforward act.
Joonmyeon's smile wavered the second he heard his own heart whispering something to him.
He was momentarily dazed by that bright and benevolent smile that can make a long tired day joyous and forever memorable. How Jongdae's eyes averts away whenever he's in the middle of an embarrassing situation.
When he sticks his tongue out smilingly when he is being praised for having an incredible voice and a long list of talents , making him eventually laughing away with a hand draped over his giggles and smiles and right on that moment he knows Jongdae is shy and feeling self-conscious.
And he likes that smile a little bit too much. The way he makes him feel valued, wanted and inscrutably loved. Every time he says, "You'll be stuck with me longer than you think." with a grin on his face.
It was just two months ago when he found Jongdae standing reluctantly outside the front gates of his house, asking him to be his writer. He undeniably admitted his undying crush for the other in front of his mirror wall.
But maybe the feeling was more than that.
It was just a month ago when he gathered all his guts to blurt out a confession without expecting too much, but ended up getting a shock of his life when Jongdae gathered his guts and blurted out a confession with a lot of expectation in mind saying,"You have to date me." he was the happiest.
But maybe the feeling was more than that either.
When they started dating and hanging out more, Spending their weekends together (Baekhyun was being a jealous girlfriend when Jongdae's around shouting" why don't you just eat Jongdae?! You can't seem to get enough of him.") cuddling after their long brain wrenching studying. He feels silly feeling like a floating petal over a body of water whenever he is with him.
But maybe the feeling was incredibly more than that.
More than what it is. It's far more deeper than that because he was,
Jongdae cocked his head on one side. flickering a finger at Joonmyeon's forehead to snap him out from his own reverie.
"Why don't you share that ocean deep thoughts with me?" he prods Joonmyeon's cheek that has a pink tinge of amusing look all in all.
Joonmyeon gazed down, fiddling with the hem of his sweater. He pensively struggled within his own reasoning. His heart wasn't giving him any rest so he decided to take risk and sell himself out in front of Jongdae.
"Jongdae, I - I think I'm in love with you."
He confessed in his closed eyes head facing down. His chest never felt so much like exploding waiting for Jongdae's reaction that didn't came earlier than he expected.
He met Jongdae's eyes. The boy in front of him was looking dumbfounded, slowly giggles, his giggled turning into exaggerated laughs, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as his happy tears almost came rolling down from too much cackling.
His expression dropped seeing Jongdae laughed at his heartfelt confession. He felt a prick of hurt when he just said something so important while the other one was never taking anything so seriously.
"Your saying it like its a bad thing." he laughed even more and Joonmyeon felt regretful shouting his feelings out.
"You think? Joonmyeon, your words are always funny." his laughs halted when he saw Joonmyeon was being serious and his expression etched in hurt.
"I'm sure your in love with me. When we first met i had an incredible premonition that this day will come." Jongdae wiggled his brows as if what he said was just a big junk of jokes, with that proud smug all over his handsome face so assured.
When they started dating they uttered all endearing words with each other except that. And Joonmyeon already felt like a lovesick puppy saying it first. And now he was just being laughed at.
"Stop teasing really." Joonmyeon peevingly shoved Jongdae aside, hopping down and on his way out of the room. He'll just go home rather than be the subject of Jongdae's entertainment. He will walk out and let a car ran him over and back.
"I'm not teasing." Jongdae's voice solemnly cooed, flying towards Joonmyeon who was a hand away from the doorknob. He paused and spun around seeing Jongdae's back facing him.
"When i had that premonition, i already had an answer in mind Joonmyeon. You don't have to worry about anything." Jongdae leisurely turned, facing him. And even though the room was dim and it's a little hard seeing Jongdae's face, when he muttered the next genuine words Joonmyeon was sure Jongdae was sweetly smiling at him with eyes sparkles until the words slipped out of his tongue.
"Because I'm in love with you too. "
•••
Jongdae suddenly appears blurry in Joonmyeon's sight. He scraped his eyes away from the man in front of him and placed the Ice pack on the table. He couldn't do it any longer.
The door opened revealing Jongdae's Boyfriend. He smiled at him, gratefully taking the ice pack on the table. Joonmyeon stood up and gave the seat to Yixing.
"I'll go now. Ahh... Jongdae, hope you get some rest." He nodded in front of them and didn't throw a last glance. He wanted to go home. Crawl on top of his bed and maybe cry until he's sick of crying.
He walked out of the building, wiping his tears-soaked eyes away. It's only been a day and his life is in great up mess just because a certain Jongdae came back.
He grasped for some healthy air, thinking back those flashes.
The memories they created together were so beautiful that recalling it now just crushes his fragile heart into fragments. Because its all it will ever be.
Just faint memories.
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