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LFW chapter 10

Title: Letters From War
Length: [11/?]
Author: HolyStarDown
Pairing: Yunjae, Yoosu, Teukchul
Rating: Overall NC-17 
Genre: Romance, angst, drama
Disclaimer: i only own them in my dreams
Summary: In the breaking point of the Korean war, two brothers get drafted into the military and forced to fight for the lives. literally. punishment in camp 409 is just as unforgiving as its officers. attraction? frowned upon. affection? unheard of. love? strickly forbidden. But the training camp they thought they knew gets turned upside down when six of them decide to leave no rule left unbroken
Author's Note: obviously i didn't live in the 1950's and certainly was not in Korea during the Korean war, so some of the details are going to be inacurate... just bear with me :]


{Prologue} {Ch 1} {Ch 2} {Ch 3} {Ch 4} {Ch 5a} {Ch 5b} {Ch 6} {Ch 7} {Ch 8} {Ch 9a} {Ch 9b}


This be Chapter 10 :]

 

Yoochun’s breath caught in his throat, unwilling to let him breathe as the figure looked straight at him. Junsu’s breath was also gone, but Yoochun’s hand remained glued to the frozen lips. Neither of them dared to do anything as seconds stretched out to seem like hours. Yoochun silently cursed his heart for beating so damn loud and relentlessly pounding in his ears.

 

And finally, the figure stepped forward, flooding moonlight over his gorgeous, pale face- a face that Yoochun gladly recognized. He grinned in the darkness but kept his body tense to keep Junsu in the illusion that they were seconds away from getting caught. After a few seconds, the figure glanced over their shoulder before retreating and their footsteps gradually faded into the sounds of the night. Yoochun slowly lowered his hand and fully closed the door before turning to Junsu in the dark.

 

“We’re going back. Right now,” Junsu demanded. He’d already had enough of Yoochun’s crap and he refused to do anything more with him.

 

“But we haven’t even seen-”

 

“I don’t care!” Junsu hissed. “We were this close to getting caught Yoochun. You can keep going if you want to, but me? I’m going back to the Resident and going. to. sleep.” He reached out for the door, but a hand clamped on his wrist.

 

“No, not yet,” Yoochun whispered. He’d gotten this far and gotten the crap scared out of him, he wasn’t going to let Junsu leave until he got what he came for.

 

Junsu jerked his arm out of Yoochun’s grasp and glared in the latter’s general direction. “Why not?” he asked angrily. His question was answered by a hand threading through his hair and lips pressing harshly against his. At first he was too shocked to do anything. Half of his mind told him to push Yoochun away, and the other half was completely frozen. His hands rested on the older man’s chest, ready to force him off and into the wall, but his muscles refused to move. Yoochun’s free arm snaked around Junsu’s curvy waist, pulling him closer ad running his tongue along Junsu’s tightly closed lips. But Junsu didn’t react. He just stayed perfectly still.

 

Finally Yoochun very slowly pulled away, wishing that he could see Junsu’s face for any kind of reaction, but there was only silence and darkness around them. “Junsu?” he called carefully.

 

“I told you I wasn’t gay.”

 

“I know. I didn’t believe you.”

 

Another long silence stretched between them. Yoochun breathed hot air on Junsu’s neck as he waited for another response, desperate for anything. He lifted his hand and blindly sought out the smaller man’s cheek, resting his hand against it and feeling the cherry red blush that tinted the soft skin. “Junsu?”

 

“What?”

 

“Are you mad at me?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Do you want to go back now?”

 

“… No.”

 

Before Yoochun could do anything more, Junsu crushed their lips together again, kissing away his words. He wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s neck before his common sense could protest, and all too soon they parted to gulp in much-needed air. Despite them being only millimeters apart, they couldn’t see anything in the pitch black closet, yet they still looked right into each other’s eyes. Junsu’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions, not staying with one thought long enough to process it while Yoochun’s could only say one thing: kiss him again.

 

In the end, Yoochun’s persistent thought won and he pressed his lips against Junsu’s, more gentle and passionate than the kiss before. They moved their lips together slowly, as if they were molding together, and the elder’s tongue grazed over Junsu’s plump lips again. The soft pieces of flesh parted, finally allowing Yoochun’s tongue to slip into the heated, sinful cavern he longed for. His free hand roamed Junsu’s back and dove below the slightly tight waistband. The second his fingers began to caress the soft skin underneath, he was shoved back against the wall, sending several unloaded rifles clattering to the floor. “Junsu I-” Lips devouring his own silenced him instantly and his tongue fought for easily gained dominance in their battle of passion. Yoochun’s tongue knew no limits as he explored every dip and rise of Junsu’s mouth, savoring the sweet taste that exploded across his senses. He’d never tasted anything like it before and almost screamed when they parted again.

 

“Yoochun… we can’t do this…” Junsu said breathlessly against Yoochun’s heated skin. He panted quietly, breathing in the other’s scent with every inhale and driving him closer to insanity.

 

“No one will know but us,” Yoochun whispered as he leaned in to take Junsu’s sweet lips again, only to be blocked by a stubborn hand.

 

“No. They’ll find out. I know they will,” Junsu protested.

 

Yoochun gently moved Junsu’s hand out of the way and slid the hand that was still buried under the waistband of Junsu’s pants to almost cradle the younger’s luscious hip. “Don’t you want this?” he purred while his thumb massages slow circles on the smooth patch of skin.

 

Junsu’s eyes fluttered closed and he gripped Yoochun’s shoulders. “No,” he stated with faltering confidence obvious in his voice.

 

Yoochun’s smirk was invisible to the man in front of him. “Oh really?” He slid his hand further, his arm now completely wrapped around Junsu’s waist and his hand dangerously close to where he really wanted it to be, as Junsu nodded. “Something tells me otherwise,” he purred. His hand jerked down, grabbing the half-hard flesh he craved.

 

Junsu’s sharp gasp quickly transitioned into a drawn out moan and his nails dug into the skin on Yoochun’s shoulders, leaving pink crescents in curved lines. Once again, his lust overcame his common sense as he gave in to the delicious caresses assaulting his body.

 

**~**~**~**~**

 

Jaejoong walked as slowly as he dared away from the Officer’s Quarters. He knew it was a long shot, but he still hoped that Yunho would run out at any second and follow him if he really cared. Heaving a deep sigh, Jaejoong wandered through the scattered buildings in attempt to find his way back to his Resident. Thankfully he didn’t have to worry about getting caught since every officer in the camp was in the room he just left, and the full moon cast enough light on the ground to show him (somewhat) where he was going. But as the trainee wandered by what he believed to be a storage room, a chill ran down his spine, giving him the horrid feeling of being watched. He walked a little faster and finally stopped in front of a slightly opened door, the feeling becoming almost unbearable. He turned his head to the left, only to catch a glimpse of someone’s eye through the crack. Jaejoong completely froze. After a few heart-pounding seconds, he stepped closer to the door and moved no more. His mind raced with possibilities, all of them seeming too far off to be true.

 

The opening and closing of another door jerked him out of his thoughts. He glanced over his shoulder to see someone coming out of the Officer’s Quarters and he hurried away with the watched feeling practically forgotten. It was ridiculous, but he silently pleaded that whoever just left the Quarters was Yunho finally deciding to follow him. Taking a deep breath and whispering a soft ‘fighting!’ to himself, Jaejoong turned around another random building and stopped. He peeked around the corner and a mischievous smile spread across his lips, ignoring that they suddenly felt unnaturally hot. His breath suddenly hitched and he couldn’t breathe while his lips heated up further. After only a few seconds, air rushed into his lungs, leaving him panting for no apparent reason. His hand shot up to his throat as his breath left him again and his mind reeled with blurring thoughts that electrified every nerve in his body. When he could finally breathe again, he swore that he could feel someone’s soft hands roaming his hips. It was dark, yes, but the moonlight allowed him to clearly see that no one was anywhere close to him. Still, his blood ran south and his breath was stolen again.

 

In a matter of seconds, Jaejoong’s knees wobbled before sending him against the wall and a moan was ripped from his throat. For the life of him he couldn’t figure out what the heck was happening, but it felt so good. His fingers scratched at the concrete wall behind him in desperation to find something to cling to while his entire lower body tingled from invisible touches. Flames of pleasure rode through his veins to every inch of his body. Jaejoong threw his head back, hardly noticing that it smacked against the concrete wall, and opened his mouth to let another moan out. He could feel hands trailing down his thighs and fabric slipping off his body, yet his clothes stayed in place. The sensations were overwhelming and robbed the trainee of any coherent thought that tried to slip into his mind.

 

Jaejoong’s lower region was fully awake at this point and begging for something more. Fire was the only thing he could come up with to describe the unbearable heat that seemed to be devouring him. It must be on fire. But the only pain it brought him was the pain of monstrous desire. The outside world disappeared as he was taken over by lust and drowned in pleasure. He could swear that he heard someone humming when soft vibrations suddenly assaulted him- the sound muffled as if the person were humming with something in their mouth. Even the hand that rested itself on his shoulder couldn’t shake him from the lustful spell.

 

“Jaejoong? Jaejoong, what’s going on?” Yunho shook the man in front of him harshly, but it did nothing more than get Jaejoong to shift his eyes to look at him. He was horrified when he saw Jaejoong slide to the ground, panting and gasping for breath and practically ran to see what was wrong. He mistook moans of pleasure for groans of pain and the sweat glistening on the trainee’s skin as his body suffering from heat exhaustion again. What he didn’t expect was something poking his leg when he pressed against Jaejoong to see what he thought was wrong. “Wait a second… You’re…?”

 

Jaejoong only answered him with another deep moan. He fisted his hand in Yunho’s shirt, twisting the fabric as his breath hitched again and his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh… God Yunho!” he cried.

 

Yunho just stared at Jaejoong with wide, confused eyes. How could he possibly know what to do? The Soryeong glanced around the empty campus to make sure they were alone before he lowered himself onto his knees in front of Jaejoong. He figured that the trainee needed help with his… problem… even though it looked like he already was. But the area around them was empty and one of Jaejoong’s hands was fisted in his shirt while the other clawed at the wall behind him. It made no sense what was going on, but he wanted to do something. He slowly reached for Jaejoong’s belt, but the latter pushed him away.

 

“N-no…” he breathed out. “It won’t ah… do anything…” Jaejoong’s teeth clamped on his bottom lip hard enough for a small trickle of blood to graze his tongue as he tried to suppress another moan. “Junsu… ah… he’s-” His sentence was cut off by a bitten-back scream. His entrance was on fire, painful fire this time. His hand gripped Yunho’s shirt even tighter, nearly ripping the fabric from his body. “Ung… It hurts…”

 

Again, Yunho could do nothing but stare at his illicit lover in shock. “Hurts?” he asked. “What hurts?” His concerned eyes made quick sweeps over Jaejoong’s body, searching for anything that could possibly hurt him, only to find nothing.

 

Much to Jaejoong’s relief, the pain soon dissolved into bliss. He wanted more- needed more. A name kept resounding in his head and tried to force its way out of his mouth, but his teeth kept a tight hold on his bloody lip. It was such a wonderful torture.

 

Yunho went practically unnoticed as he watched Jaejoong be overcome with an invisible wave of sensation. He longed to be the cause of it all now that Jaejoong was well past the pain, but it seemed that there was no cause what so ever. It was no surprise when the man in front of him finally became unable to hold back his screams of ecstasy any longer.

 

**~**~**~**~**

 

Heechul stood silently in front of the crowd of officers until they finally got the hint to shut up. They all shifted their gaze to stare at the Daeryeong in all his hidden-defeat glory and waited for him to speak. He waited for Leeteuk to slide into his seat before he launched into the speech he’d been thinking about for the past hour or so, and locked gazes with Leeteuk. He was sure he didn’t have the confidence to look at anyone else.

 

“I’m not going to give you some long, drawn-out load of crap tonight and I’m only going to say this once, so listen and remember. Wonsu Kim is coming on August 31. From now until he leaves, I will not tolerate any kind of screw-up, slipups, mistakes, or any other flaws of any kind. All of your uniforms will be completely spotless. Your Residents and the Quarters will be spotless. All of your trainees will be in perfect order. Everything will be perfect. If not, there will be severe consequences. And I mean extremely severe consequences. Do you understand me?”

 

A shocked silence held the officers before they slowly began to vocalize their assents. Leeteuk blinked slowly, still holding Heechul’s dark, very tired eyes. Millions of thoughts were rushing through his mind, had been rushing through his mind, and they just didn’t seem to stop. He didn’t know where he stood with Heechul now. He didn’t know if Heechul had completely believed Changmin’s lie or if he was just going with it because he was too stressed with everything else to add on more. He didn’t know if Heechul hated him or if he still had that “most trusted officer” status. But the thing that jerked his mind around the most was that he didn’t know how to fix the torn figure of perfection in front of him. Every tear was hidden from all eyes but his. Every line of worry that marked that blank mask for a split second was seen only by him. Every slight waver in the strong, smooth voice was meant for only his ears. And that was how Leeteuk wanted it to stay.

 

They were dismissed for dinner but Leeteuk stayed frozen in his place. Heechul waited until all but two of them were gone (one of them just about to leave) until he swept away to his room, keeping the blankness on his face painted on as always. A hand resting on his shoulder stopped him from opening his door more than a few inches.

 

The move was risky, dangerous even, but Heechul looked so vulnerable…

 

“Heechullie-ah, talk to me.”

 

The hand was harshly shaken off and Heechul closed himself in his room without saying a word.

 

**~**~**~**~**

 

The silent air held only phantoms of Jaejoong’s screams and his panting breath. Yunho held a spent Jaejoong in his arms, still completely dumbstruck about what had just happened. The ordeal had completely turned him on, but the fact that he had no part in it and that for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why Jaejoong suddenly burst into a one-man porno put a damper on that. The trainee in his arms stayed silent aside from his harsh panting, his hand still clinging onto Yunho’s shirt.

 

“Are you going to tell me what the hell that was all about?” Yunho asked when Jaejoong seemed to catch his breath.

 

“Ju-” his brother’s name almost came out of his mouth before he realized what he was saying. The Kim twins had a type of twin telepathy that went deep enough to convey their physical feelings. It didn’t usually go that far, but when it happened it was almost always coming from Junsu. Jaejoong knew that his brother must have been doing something with a certain someone whose name he couldn’t get out of his head just a few minutes ago. And he definitely wasn’t going to rat the two of them out to a Soryeong- Yunho or not. He stared up at Yunho for a minute, trying to come up with something other than the truth while the other’s deep brown eyes bore into his own. After a long silence, Jaejoong finally answered. “I have no idea,” he lied. “It just… felt like someone was all over me all of a sudden.” He kept his eyes locked with Yunho’s to try to convince the Soryeong he was telling the truth and tried to look as innocent as possible.

 

Yunho didn’t quite buy it. He could clearly see the lie in Jaejoong’s eyes and just how hard he was trying to fake it. But behind that very well covered lie, he saw something else. He’d only seen it in one other person’s eyes before, and when he thought about it, he could almost feel it radiating off of Jaejoong in soft waves. He’s protecting someone… Yunho thought as he continued to gaze into the gates of Jaejoong’s soul. “I believe you,” he lied, answering an unasked question.

 

A weak smile stretched Jaejoong’s still bleeding lip, the skin only splitting further. He leaned into Yunho’s solid body, resting his head on the strong shoulder and closing his eyes in a sudden wave of exhaustion. Arms wrapped themselves more tightly around him and he was carefully lifted up.

 

“You should eat dinner Jaejoong-ah. It’ll give you some of your energy back and keep suspicion away.”

 

The words barely reached him over the sound of Yunho’s heartbeat. The steady rhythm was like a lullaby, slowly pulling him closer to the sleep that had suddenly demanded its way into his mind.

 

“Jaejoong? Can you hear me?”

 

All Jaejoong could do was hum softly in assent as sleep finally dragged him into its gentle embrace.

 

**~**~**~**~**

 

The next morning, Jaejoong woke up to someone harshly jerking his shoulder back and forth.

 

“For fuck’s sake Jaejoong WAKE UP!!”

 

Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered open to see Junsu’s face only inches away from his own. His twin was glaring holes into his skin and shaking him just a little too hard for his liking. He swatted a hand at Junsu and lazily turned on his side. “Go away Junsu…” he muttered.

 

“No! You have to get up and get to the showers now!” Junsu protested after evading his brother’s flailing arm.

 

“Mrs. Lee won’t care of I miss the first ten minutes…”

 

“Maybe Mrs. Lee won’t, but I guarantee you Jungnyeong Park will!” The younger twin punctuated Leeteuk’s title with a smack on Jaejoong’s shoulder. “Now get up before he comes back in here and kills us both.”

 

Jaejoong very reluctantly sat up and rubbed the remains of sleep out of his half-closed eyes. The empty resident slowly came into focus along with Junsu’s worried face. “What time is it?” he slurred.

 

“That doesn’t matter.” Junsu grabbed his brother’s arm and jerked him out of bed. “Come on Hyung, we need to go.”

 

Only when several men’s voices and the constant patter of water raining on the floor hit Jaejoong’s tired ears did he realize where they actually were. The dull grey concrete walls of the trainee showers were squeezing at least forty men together as most of them began to strip their cloths off and head to a running showerhead. Jaejoong just stood there as his brother ran off to the opposite end of the room (he could have sworn he saw Yoochun going that way just a second ago) and stared in horror at the men around him. He couldn’t bring himself to take a shower, completely exposed, in front of all these people. It just wasn’t going to happen. He turned to leave the room when he smacked right into Changmin.

 

“You’re done already?” the smiling Jungnyeong asked. He reached out a hand and twirled a lock of Jaejoong's hair around his finger. “Your hair isn’t even wet.”

 

Jaejoong jumped back and furiously shook his head. “N-no. I just… think I’m going to skip a shower today.” And the next day… and the next day… and the next day…

 

Changmin lifted an eyebrow and slowly scanned Jaejoong’s body from head to toe. He certainly didn’t look like someone who would ever willingly skip keeping up his hygiene. “That’s kinda gross,” Changmin said bluntly. He knew Jaejoong hadn’t taken a shower since he and Yunho caught him in the officer’s showers, and it showed. The trainees raven locks clung to his face and stuck up in various directions, while the oil on his skin dimly reflected the soft light overhead. All this would have normally disgusted him, but Changmin still found Jaejoong to be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. A grin crept its way onto Changmin’s lips. “I promise no one is going to rape you or anything.”

 

Jaejoong jumped again at the comment. He hadn’t even thought of that until the Jungnyeong in front of him said something about it! His eyes made a quick sweep over the naked bodies surrounding him and shivered slightly.

 

Changmin laughed a little and wrapped his arm around Jaejoong’s thin shoulders. “I told you they wouldn’t. Especially not with me in here.” He looked into the shorter man’s eyes, trying to convey silent reassurance to him while hiding his own inner desire- a desire that Jaejoong was horribly blind to.

 

The trainee smiled weakly and shrugged off Changmin’s arm. “Um thanks Jungnyeong Shi-”

 

“Changmin,” the Jungnyeong corrected with a slight grin. He patted Jaejoong lightly on the arm before taking a few steps toward a shower and pulling his shirt over his head.

 

“Jung- I mean, Changmin, why are you here? The officer showers are much better and well… I’m sure you have better things to do than supervise us.”

 

Changmin smirked and continued sliding off his shirt a little more sensually than he should have. “My reasons are my own.”

 

Jaejoong watched Changmin completely undress, lost in the picture perfect shape of the officer’s body. It was a wonderful sight, yes, but it did next to nothing for him. At least, not when he’d seen someone better… someone closer to his heart. He shook his head, tearing his gaze away from the Jungnyeong’s flawless tan skin before it could morph into someone else’s. He decided not to press any farther and very hesitantly slid out of his own shirt, unaware of the eyes savoring every inch of the pale beauty.




A/N: ok i know my updates have been slow but... writer's block and time crunches/ holidays are a bitch. i'll try to do better for the next chapter. the lack of comments on chapter 9 was super dissapointing so i can't ask you enough to comment <3 even if it's just something short, comments kep a writer's confidance up and makes them want to write more ^^ keep that in mind for al the fics you read!

 

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Sunghe: Wonsu ((American equal is General of Army))

Heechul: Daeryeong ((American equal is colonel))
Changmin: Jungnyeong ((American equal is lieutenant colonel))
Leeteuk: Jungnyeong ((American equal is lieutenant colonel))
Dongwook: Jungnyeong ((American equal is lieutenant colonel))
Yunho: Soryeong ((American equal is major))

Eunhyuk: Soryeong/ Head Medic ((American equal is major and… head medic))
Yoochun: Sangdeungbyeong ((American equal is corporal))
Donghae: Sangdeungbyeong ((American equal is corporal))
Jaejoong: Ideungbyeong ((American equal is private))
Junsu: Ideungbyeong ((American equal is private))

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