The Color Of Confusion [11/?]

[miri_uchiha]

Title: The Color Of Confusion
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu
Genre: Mystery/Drama
Rating: NC-17
Idea: Plot idea from Prof.Becket@nanowrimo.org
Summary: It used to be peaceful at Chungbuk High School, until a string of murders began happening within the area.
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A/N: The first scene of this chapter was totally unplanned. But because the last chapter lacked a bit of Junsu, I decided to add him here just to tie up loose ends with YooSu. Also, this whole chapter was full of flashbacks. Forgive me.

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"Junsu . . . Junsu-ah . . . wake up. You're going to be late for school."

Junsu awoke to his brother shaking him. He automatically looked to his left and was disappointed when he found the spot empty.

"If you're looking for your boyfriend, he left an hour ago," Junho said. Junsu continued to stare at the spot. Junho took the silence and the faraway look in his brother's eyes as a signal to leave him alone. When the door closed, Junsu snapped out of his daze. He pulled the blanket up to his chin as he recalled what transpired last night.

-x-

"Junsu . . ."

He had just rushed out of the school building when he had gotten a text message from Yoochun saying that he was at the front gate. When he got there, panting like he had just ran a mile, Yoochun enveloped him in a firm hug. It was random, but Junsu liked it nontheless. It had been a long time since he was given this much attention by the other boy.

"Yoochun-ah . . . Is there something wrong?"

"We're so close, Junsu-ah . . ." Yoochun whispered into his neck. Junsu frowned,

"What do you mean?"

"We're so close now, baby," Yoochun whispered again.

"Chun-" Yoochun quickly cut the boy off with a peck on the lips,

"Let's celebrate."

"Wh-" Junsu was spun around with Yoochun's arm around his shoulders, "Celebrate what?"

They both piled into a taxi. When Yoochun closed the door, he turned to Junsu,

"We're finally going to get our revenge, Su."

-x-

Junsu remembered what happened afterward, mostly because he didn't get drunk unlike his boyfriend.

-x-

Five bottles later . . .

"I miss her. I miss her, Su . . ."

Junsu watched his lover continue to grieve over the now deceased girl in his drunken stupor.

"But you didn't love her," Junsu reasoned. At that, Yoochun raised his head up from the table and glared,

"Who are you to say if I didn't love her or not? For your information, Su, I loved her more than I ever loved anyone. She was my everything."

Junsu lowered his eyes and caught the glinting, silver ring that he had given to the other boy on his birthday. He gestured to the ring with his chin,

"Then, who gave you that?"

Yoochun stuck out his lower lip in a pout and brought his left hand to his face, furrowing his brow as he tried to remember,

"JiMin of course. She knows how much I love this brand of ring."

Junsu held the tears in, watching Yoochun raised another glass to his lips and draining the liquid before slamming the cup down. Junsu stood up,

"Let's go, you've had enough."

Yoochun shook his head stubbornly and grabbed the soju bottle, "No! I'm not done yet!"

"You are. You've had five bottles now," Junsu reasoned. Yoochun really looked like a puppy when he stuck his lip out and it always manages to win him over every time. But not tonight.

"Come on, Yoochun-ah. Let's go."

Yoochun frowned and quickly drank the rest of the soju before standing up as well, stumbling a bit when he took a step. Junsu smacked 10,000 won on the table and grabbed Yoochun by the elbow. They both walked out into the chilly night.

"I'll take you to my house, it's close by."

Yoochun turned to him when they both began walking and giggled, "Were you always this caring, Su?"

"What do you mean?" Junsu whispered. He still wasn't able to look the other boy in the eye because of the little mistake with the ring just minutes ago.

"I don't know," Yoochun shrugged, "I thought you were mad at me."

"For what?" Junsu said as they stopped at a crosswalk. Yoochun said nothing, but shrugged his shoulders again. The signal turned white and they both began crossing the street,

"I was never mad at you, Yoochun."

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"JiMin . . . JiMin . . . kiss me one last time, okay?" Yoochun muttered and Junsu stared at their intertwined hands in between their bodies. He tightened his grip when he felt the other boy nuzzle into his neck.

"One kiss," Junsu whispered in response and leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss upon soft lips. He drew back, wondering how he came to be lost within Yoochun's memories and the only person remained in those happy images was her; Han JiMin.

"Where are you going?" Yoochun wondered when Junsu began to move away. The latter looked back at the bed where bleary eyes looked up at him in confusion.

"You don't need me."

"I do . . . God, I need you so much," Yoochun whimpered and Junsu was afraid that the boy would start crying so he sat back down on the bed. Yoochun reached out with a hand and hurriedly grasped his left hand which was the closest,

"Don't leave, please don't leave me, JiMin. I'll do anything, anything you say."

Junsu wanted to pull his hand away at the mention of the girl's name. He wasn't JiMin. Did he look like JiMin or was this how Yoochun was coping with her death?

He bit his lip. Yoochun was willing to do anything for JiMin. Anything. And he was just so selfish and foolishly in love.

"Anything?" Junsu asked. Yoochun nodded,

"Anything, JiMin. I'll do anything for you to come back to me."

"Then," Junsu leaned in, a breath away from the tantalizing lips he used to thought were his and his alone, "make love to me."

He closed his eyes, feeling lips press softly against his. The way Yoochun treated him like he was about to break, really made him want to break inside. Their relationship was always rough and raw, but this . . . this was how love was supposed to be.

"I love you, JiMin," Yoochun whispered, pushing Junsu onto his back and nipping down the latter's throat. Junsu arched his body, letting his arms sling over thin shoulders. He was selfish and jealous. Yoochun was his first. If only they hadn't kept their relationship a secret, probably . . . probably Yoochun would still be his.

He quickly removed Yoochun's gray hoodie and ran his hand down the other's back before fumbling with the belt between their bodies. He stopped momentarily when Yoochun giggled,

"What's the rush, JiMin? We have all night."

"But I want you now. I can't?" Junsu asked and Yoochun smiled,

"You can . . . But I can't be the only one naked."

Junsu let out a strangled, "Right" before moaning at the butterfly kisses at his neck and wincing when Yoochun bit at his collar bone.

"I love you, JiMin," Yoochun said pulling off Junsu's school uniform and lay a trail of kisses down to his bellybutton, not deterred by the lack of breasts on his chest.

"Yoochun, wait," Junsu whispered, half drunk on pleasure. He had realized the flaw in his plan. JiMin didn't have a penis and he was afraid that the magic in Yoochun's eyes would disappear when the boy finally found out the truth.

"Why? There's no going back, JiMin. You love me, don't you?" Yoochun said, successfully pulling down the jeans. Junsu was scared. If only he had thought things through . . .

"Now turn over."

The command shocked Junsu.

"What?"

"I know you like doing it doggy style, now turn over or do you want me to help?" Junsu stared at the lecherous grin on Yoochun's face. He had to thank JiMin even though he was supposed to hate her for stealing his boyfriend in the first place.

Junsu reluctantly turned over on his stomach and felt Yoochun pull his underwear off. He crawled onto his knees and flinched when he felt something cold. Lube?

He turned to look at Yoochun.

"Chunnie?" Junsu wondered. Did Yoochun remember who he was?

"Shh, I want to try something new," Yoochun said and pushed a finger in past the ring of muscle,

"You're so tight."

"That's because we haven't done it in a while," Junsu whispered into the pillow. He flinched when he felt Yoochun push into him without warning.

"What do you mean, in a while? Didn't we have sex last week?" Yoochun chuckled. Junsu's mind went blank.

"L-Last week? When?" He was afraid of the answer.

Yoochun pulled out and thrusted back in, rocking the bed slightly,

"JiMin, honey, did you hit your head somewhere? On our anniversary, of course."

The truth shocked Junsu so much, that his arms collapsed under him giving Yoochun a different angle to play with. With the new angle, Yoochun was able to reach the spot that had Junsu moaning. Yoochun gave a grunt of satisfaction.

Their anniversary . . . That was the day before JiMin had found out about their relationship.

Junsu tried to raise himself up on his arms and craned his neck back to look at the boy he loved. Yoochun was so focused in what he was doing, that it should've turned him on. But the fact that Yoochun couldn't remember if he was JiMin or Junsu, was disheartening.

"I'm close, are you close baby?" Yoochun grunted, the thrusts coming in short and fast. Junsu groaned just to entertain the other boy. In reality, after hearing the truth that Yoochun had sex with JiMin, deflated his desire to capture the love that JiMin had manage to steal from him. He didn't want to love Yoochun anymore, but his heart still yearned for it. He still wanted Yoochun's attention on him.

"Close," Junsu replied, snaking his hand underneath to grab at his erection and gave a few pumps. Yoochun thrusted a few more times before spilling inside the boy. The feel of Yoochun's cum inside him, spurred his own orgasm and he came onto his hand. Yoochun fell to the side of him, panting in content,

"I love you, JiMin."

Junsu couldn't look at him. He couldn't show the other boy his tears and his broken heart.

Yoochun reached around to pull Junsu close so that he was spooned up against him. Yoochun disregarded the fact that the body was tense and stiff at his touch.

"JiMin . . . I love you . . . remember that . . ."

Junsu waited until he heard Yoochun's breathing even out to conclude that the boy finally fell asleep. He moved slightly out of Yoochun's grasp and for the first time, felt disgusted by the cum running down his thighs.

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"If I ask you today, will you remember it Yoochun-ah?" Junsu whispered at the empty spot. After looking at the spot for a few more minutes, he got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. He couldn't wait to wash away Yoochun's stench.

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Yoochun stepped onto school grounds, not really expecting anything to happen. That morning when he awoke, he had been slightly surprised to find himself waking up with an armful of Junsu in the latter's bed and stark naked as well. But he shrugged it off, thinking that whatever happened last night, happened because of the alcohol influence. He was still unsure where their relationship stood as of the moment due to JiMin's murder, but he would have to figure it out sometime later.

His mood was lifted when he spotted police officers patrolling the campus and he couldn't keep the smile off his lips when he spotted a familiar man talking to the Principal.

He walked over to the Principal and the detective and overheared their conversation.

"I want everyone to be interviewed, let no student out of here until they tell us where they were the night my daughter died," the old man spat.

"Please calm down," Yunho told the Principal and they both heard a scoff. Yunho turned sharply to his left and spotted Yoochun standing there. He chewed at the inside of his cheeks, afraid that the boy would say something that would reveal that his brother or Jaejoong was the Lipstick Murderers. Instead, Yoochun said something equally chilling,

"So this is just a mask, huh? And it's so convincible too. Even when you were with me, you're this sweet. I wonder how people will react when they see the real you?"

With a nod to the Principal, Yoochun smiled, "I'm sure you'll find them soon, don't worry Sir."

He gave another glance to the stunned detective before walking into the school building. The Principal turned a questionable gaze to Yunho,

"What is he talking about?"

Yunho shook his head slowly, "I-I don't know."

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Changmin walked into his English class and sat down in his seat. Last night, he allowed Yunho to drag him back home. After talking for two hours in Jaejoong's bedroom, he felt the need to go back because Yunho was definitely on their side.

His smile faded however, when he spotted Yoochun walking into class with a confident smirk. Changmin ignored the other boy and continued to place his books on the table. He stopped when a shadow loomed over the right side of his table. Changmin looked up to see Yoochun standing there,

"Yes?"

"You brothers . . . I wonder what'll happen in the end, huh?"

Changmin curled his hand into a fist at the hidden meaning and Yoochun noticed. He laid his hand over the clenching fist and leaned into the taller boy's ear, catching the attention from their other classmates,

"Let's see who will win in the end, huh?"

Changmin watched the other boy move away and taking his seat at the front of the class. Changmin looked down at his clenched fist.

We'll see.

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"I hope it's not dirty," Jaejoong frowned, inviting the older Jung into his bedroom. Yunho chuckled,

"I don't mind. It's Changmin that you have to worry about. He's the neat freak between the two of us."

Jaejoong rolled his eyes, "No kidding. Last night, he didn't want to sleep in my bed because he was afraid that I had jacked off in bed and hadn't washed the sheets."

Yunho slowly inched off the mattress at the mention and Jaejoong jumped up in defense,

"But I didn't!"

Yunho moved to sit at the computer chair, but then Changmin spoke up,

"He also jacked off there too, hyung."

Jaejoong was apalled and slapped at his boyfriend's shoulder,

"Do you want to drive him out of here?!"

"So . . . you didn't?" Yunho asked. Jaejoong looked down with blush on his cheeks,

"I . . . did."

Changmin let out a loud laugh, "I knew it."

Jaejoong glowered at the laughing boy,

"And you? Don't tell me you haven't masturbated at your chair while staying up late at night watching your porn?"

Changmin clammed up and looked over at his brother and then back to Jaejoong,

"Why'd you have to go and say that?"

Jaejoong shrugged, "Revenge."

They were interrupted by a knock and a voice, "Jaejoong-ah, here are some of the pineapple you brought home. Share it with the guests, okay?"

Jaejoong got up from his spot on the bed and retrieved the plate of yellow fruit, "Thanks, mom."

"Oh, and make sure you walk them out when they leave," the woman said. Jaejoong smiled,

"Will do."

He closed the door and placed the fruit on the floor in front of Changmin. Changmin picked up a toothpick and skewered a piece of the fruit before gobbling it up,

"So sour and delicious."

Jaejoong chuckled and looked over at the older Jung,

"Have some too."

Yunho reached forward for the offered fruit and placed it in his mouth. He scrunched his eyes and nose at the sour taste. Jaejoong giggled at the reaction.

"Yah!" Changmin shoved a piece of pineapple between red lips, "Who are you giggling at?!"

Jaejoong frowned, chewing at the fruit, "Stop getting so jealous."

"I'm not," Changmin sneered and ate another piece of fruit.

"There's . . . something we have to talk about," Yunho announced. He wished this happy moment could last, but they were in the middle of a war right now.

Changmin and Jaejoong stared quietly at their laps.

"What's there to talk about? I thought we got everything out in the open?" Changmin whispered, his tone edging towards annoyance.

"Yes, about us. But this . . . " Yunho gestured his hand at the three of them, "This, has gotten bigger than just us three."

The room was silent.

"Is there something that we don't know about?" Jaejoong asked. Yunho was quiet. He fiddled with his toothpick before looking at the two pair of eyes who were looking curiously back. He broke eye contact and said just above a whisper,

"Yoochun knows."

"We know that already. Kim Junsu told him, " Changmin said. Yunho looked up,

"Wait, you already know?"

"Yeah, for a while now. Ever since last week, actually," Jaejoong said. Yunho was flabbergasted. So he was worrying over nothing?

"So then . . . Do you also know that he has proof that you two are the Lipstick Murderers?"

Jaejoong and Changmin looked at each other before nodding, "Yeah, if you count Kim Junsu being the witness to the crime as proof."

Yunho shook his head, "No. I meant tangible proof. They were able to get a lipstick match with the lipstick found on all of the victim's lips."

Now that was something new to them.

"What do you mean they found a match? How were they able to find one lipstick out of millions? It's impossible," Changmin was surprised. Yunho looked over at Jaejoong,

"That lipstick is yours, isn't it?"

Jaejoong blinked, "Huh?"

"The lipstick that you used for the murders, it's yours right?" Yunho asked again and Jaejoong nodded slowly.

"Somehow, Yoochun was able to obtain the lipstick smear from a lipstick they knew would be the one that you guys used."

"Wait, when did you say he got the smear?" Jaejoong asked.

"Yesterday," Yunho answered. Jaejoong sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose when he finally understood what happened,

"Kim Junsu."

"What?" Changmin whispered in disbelief. Jaejoong looked at Changmin,

"It was Junsu who got the smear. He wasn't there at P.E. and I thought it was because he was scared to face me after what we did to him."

Yunho frowned, "You did something to him?"

"Unimportant," Changmin told his brother and turned his attention on Jaejoong,

"So he skipped class on purpose in order to get at the lipstick without getting caught by you."

"He also lifted a fingerprint off of the lipstick as well," Yunho added and Jaejoong closed his eyes with a groan,

"Then there's no place for me to hide if he got my fingerprint. How can I escape when they have evidence like that?"

"So how are we going to get out of this?" Changmin asked his brother. Yunho looked down,

"I'm not so sure myself."

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Yoochun snickered inwardly when he sat in his seat. Usually he wouldn't taunt his enemy like he did, but it was just so much fun to rile up someone and get a kick out of their reaction.

Just then, his phone alerted him of a text message. He immediately thought of Junsu and how it might be the boy trying to explain what had happened to them last night. But when he checked the message, it was from the detective, Jung Yunho.

I've made my decision. Meet me up at the rooftop after your class.

Yoochun chuckled and shut his cellphone. He turned around to take a look at the tall boy situated in the back. Changmin looked up just in time and caught his eye.

The game had just begun.

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Right when the bell rang, Yoochun made a beeline for the only stairs in the school building that would take him to the rooftop. He opened the door and found the man leaning over the railing with a cigarette between his lips.

"Oh, I didn't know that you smoke."

Yunho gave a glance at the boy who walked up to him to his right. Yoochun pulled out his own pack of cigarettes and without hesitance, Yunho raised the lighter up. Yoochun muttered a thanks before puffing at the cancer stick,

"So, you said you've made your decision. Have you finally decided that the victim's deaths are more valuable than that murderer you call brother?"

Yunho threw a surprised punch at the boy, sending Yoochun sprawling on the floor. The latter winced when the ashes from his cigarette burned his skin. He looked up with a glare,

"Still sensitive, which means that you've decided to stand by that murderer."

Yunho seethed in anger, watching critically as Yoochun stood up to his full height. When Yoochun puffed at his cigarette, Yunho threw another punch in which the boy dodged.

"I guess you've never been in this business or any type of business before, have you?" Yoochun chuckled,

"Haven't you heard of the phrase, Never mix pleasure with work? That same phrase can also be the same for one's private life. When you work, you work. Don't let your personal feelings interrupt you from going down the right path. You'll never make a great detective if you are always sympathetic to people."

"And you think you know what being a detective is like?" Yunho spat. Yoochun scoffed, dropping his half used cigarette to the floor and crushing it with his heel. With a small smirk, he lunged forward, catching the detective off guard.

Yunho quickly moved back before crouching low and doing a swipe kick. Yoochun jumped, crossing his arms in front of his face when he saw another kick coming for his head.

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"That sounds like Yunho," Jaejoong said, pressing his ear against the door. Changmin stood on the stairs and leaned against the wall with arms crossed about his chest,

"And it seems like he's fighting with Yoochun."

Jaejoong nodded, "Aren't you glad that Yunho is on our side?"

"How can I be glad? Don't you know what's at stake? His job, Jaejoong," Changmin sighed. Jaejoong frowned,

"You're right, sorry. . . You don't think they'll kill each other, right?"

Changmin looked at the older boy before giving the door a quick glance. He pushed Jaejoong away from the door and yanked it open, just in time to see Yunho kicking Yoochun in the chest.

"Oh my god," Jaejoong cringed.

"Are you trying to kill each other?!" Changmin shouted. Both Yunho and Yoochun stood a few feet away from each other, huffing and puffing. Yoochun turned his head over to the couple,

"You must be happy to have a detective by your side."

Jaejoong and Changmin were quiet. Yoochun wiped the blood from his chin and pushed past between the couple with a hand to the doorknob,

"From now on, I'm not going to be nice. I'm taking this case to the very end and I'm not going to go easy on you. I'm planning to send the both of you to jail."

Changmin tensed and Yunho moved forward. Yoochun chuckled,

"You're all going to learn your lesson one way or another."

Jaejoong, Changmin and Yunho let the loud slam of the metal door, ring in their head. The possibility of them going to jail, scared them. It was real. It was really real.

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A/N: Sorry about the fight scene. I'm not really experienced with it, but it was definitely needed. It was so much easier to envision the fight rather than having to put it into words. T_T

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