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Opferungsfic chapter 8
Title: Opferungsfic
author: hana_cho
Pairings: YunJae, YooSu ...
Chapters: 8/...
Rating: PG-13 / NC -17
Warnings: AU, mpreg
Genre: Drama, Romance
A/N: The title is German and means sacrifice plus the word fic of fanfic
Every time I talk about that story I call it Opferungsfic and because I can't find a name I didn't change it. ^^
Summary: Sacrificing is the keyword. Every three month is a changing of the turn in the village, which must give a offering to their lord. This time it is the village of the Kim brothers turn. To help his beloved younger brother Jaejoong sacrifices himself. But he never expected what would happen.
Character Profil, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
junsu_luvr for reading beta.
Chapter 8
Sunlight shined through the window on the bed, which stood in the middle of the room. Sunbeams tickled his face, waking him up. He turned around to lay on his back but with the first movement he turned back with a light groan and a painful expression on his beautiful face. The memories of last night’s nightmare returned and tears filled his brown eyes.
“Now I know what 'get laid' or 'fuck' means, but will it hurt that much every time?”
A light knock on the door brought him back out of his thoughts. Without waiting for an allowance to enter, a servant came into the room. It was the same servant who found him last night on the floor and brought him to this room.
“Our Lord demands that you take a bath and get dressed. So that you can be present at breakfast. I'm here to help you to dress.” The servant informed Jaejoong.
The young man tried to stand up, but the pain and his sore back didn't allow it and he felt back onto the mattress which caused him to press his teeth together so that he wouldn't let out a scream due to the pain. He winced as he felt a hand on his shoulder gliding down to his upper arm and griped him there to help Jaejoong to stand up.
“I' ll help you, maybe after a bath you can walk alone and the soreness will vanish a bit.” The servant said kindly.
“Thank you.” The black haired man replied and blushed slightly.
He helped Jaejoong to get into the bathroom, lent him a hand to undress, and turned on the water. After a short while the bathtub was filled with water and extracts of camomile and strawberries that should help to heal the soreness. Jaejoong stepped into the water and sighed as he lay down and the water flooded over his body and let his muscles relax. The servant left the room to prepare Jaejoong's attire, which the Lord had demanded.
Jaejoong washed himself properly and was scrubbing the remains of the Lord and his touches off his body until these parts where a light red shade.
The servant came back into the room and saw the young man scrubbing himself.
“Stop it. You'll only hurt yourself more. Come, get out before you’re late. Lord Yunho wouldn't be pleased about it.” He helped the younger one out of the water and dried him with a soft towel. He brought him back into the bedroom and there on the bed was a green hanbok. Jaejoong's eyes widened as he saw the feminine dress.
“Why? Why should I wear a hanbok again? He knows that I'm a man.” He asked, bewildered.
“You should ask the Lord that. I only do what he instructs me to do.” The servant replied.
“Sorry, I should know ...”
“No, it is okay.” Jaejoong was interrupted.
He helped Jaejoong to dress in the hanbok. After they were finished the servant guided the black haired man down the floor and into the dinning room. When they arrived at the door the servant left Jaejoong alone and went back to his other work. Jaejoong entered the room and saw Junsu sitting on the table.
“Su?” He called out, not sure if he could address him with his real full name. He went to the table and sat down next to his brother, who turned to him.
As he sat down he could feel the pain again and tried hard not to show any signs of it.
“Is everything alright?” Junsu asked his brother worriedly.
“Yeah, of course.” He attempted to deviate the slight brown haired boy before he could worry more about him and his condition. “Why aren't you wearing a hanbok, too?”
“Should I?” Junsu asked back.
“Yeah, I mean no. Does he...?”
“Yeah he knows that I'm male. Thanks to you. You said 'him' twice and he acknowledged that. But Yoochun seems not to be angry about it. Look, he gave me such nice clothes.” He said and pointed to his new attire. Which were black trousers and a red shirt. “But you don't look like everything is alright. You can't even sit properly and I see pain in your eyes, hyung.” He said mindfully.
“No, you are wrong. I'm fine, really.” Jaejoong lied.
Junsu eyed him suspiciously and thought about what could have happened to him. But he knew what happened due to his brothers movements on the chair.
“Do you want another pillow? Maybe it will be more comfortable to sit.” He said.
“Yeah, that would be nice.” Jaejoong answered without giving it a second thought and confessed that he wasn't fine.
“I knew it, you are in pain. You don’t have to be strong all the time. I know you care about us all, but we can take care of ourselves. And I want to be there for you. You can tell me everything. I'm not a little child anymore.”
“I know. Sorry.”
“I'm sorry, because of me you have to suffer so much.” Junsu apologized.
“I can handle it, don't worry.” Jaejoong tried to cheer him up.
They started to eat and Junsu glanced at his brother from time to time.
“Is something bothering you?” The black haired man asked.
“Mmh. You know Yoochun, the advisor.” He began to speak.
“Yeah.” Jaejoong mumbled with a full mouth.
“He was really caring and nice last night. He brought me to my room. And yeah … How should I say it? He, no we...” But he was interrupted as the said person and the Lord entered the room.
Jaejoong lowered his head so that he didn’t have to meet Yunho's eyes. He didn't want to see them nor him: the person who hurt him so much and humiliated him and would do it whenever he could. He knew it, he could feel it.
“I won't cry in front of him anymore. I won't let him see that I'm in pain, that he can hurt me. I won't show him my weakness.” The young man thought as the other two men joined them and sat down to eat breakfast.
Yunho looked at the man in the green hanbok and was still fascinated at the beauty in front of him, but he wouldn’t say it out loud. His thoughts replayed the last night again and again and brought him to only one conclusion. “That was the best sex I ever had. No woman could make me feel as satisfied as he could. He was so hot and tight. I can't wait to feel it again.” He thought and looked at Jaejoong, but to his disappointment he had lowered his head and was fidgeting all the time.
“Stop fidgeting and sit up straight. Look into my eyes!” He demanded. He liked to see the unwillingness in his brown eyes. “Such a good boy.” He smiled coldly. He looked at the person next to Jaejoong and saw a boy sitting there, who had the same face as the girl yesterday. He glanced at Yoochun and he needed only one word to get what he wanted.
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If anyone has an idea, who the servant could be, please be free to tell me. ^^
Please leave a comment, that makes me happy and I'll write faster.
author: hana_cho
Pairings: YunJae, YooSu ...
Chapters: 8/...
Rating: PG-13 / NC -17
Warnings: AU, mpreg
Genre: Drama, Romance
A/N: The title is German and means sacrifice plus the word fic of fanfic
Every time I talk about that story I call it Opferungsfic and because I can't find a name I didn't change it. ^^
Summary: Sacrificing is the keyword. Every three month is a changing of the turn in the village, which must give a offering to their lord. This time it is the village of the Kim brothers turn. To help his beloved younger brother Jaejoong sacrifices himself. But he never expected what would happen.
Character Profil, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Thank you
junsu_luvr for reading beta. Chapter 8
Sunlight shined through the window on the bed, which stood in the middle of the room. Sunbeams tickled his face, waking him up. He turned around to lay on his back but with the first movement he turned back with a light groan and a painful expression on his beautiful face. The memories of last night’s nightmare returned and tears filled his brown eyes.
“Now I know what 'get laid' or 'fuck' means, but will it hurt that much every time?”
A light knock on the door brought him back out of his thoughts. Without waiting for an allowance to enter, a servant came into the room. It was the same servant who found him last night on the floor and brought him to this room.
“Our Lord demands that you take a bath and get dressed. So that you can be present at breakfast. I'm here to help you to dress.” The servant informed Jaejoong.
The young man tried to stand up, but the pain and his sore back didn't allow it and he felt back onto the mattress which caused him to press his teeth together so that he wouldn't let out a scream due to the pain. He winced as he felt a hand on his shoulder gliding down to his upper arm and griped him there to help Jaejoong to stand up.
“I' ll help you, maybe after a bath you can walk alone and the soreness will vanish a bit.” The servant said kindly.
“Thank you.” The black haired man replied and blushed slightly.
He helped Jaejoong to get into the bathroom, lent him a hand to undress, and turned on the water. After a short while the bathtub was filled with water and extracts of camomile and strawberries that should help to heal the soreness. Jaejoong stepped into the water and sighed as he lay down and the water flooded over his body and let his muscles relax. The servant left the room to prepare Jaejoong's attire, which the Lord had demanded.
Jaejoong washed himself properly and was scrubbing the remains of the Lord and his touches off his body until these parts where a light red shade.
The servant came back into the room and saw the young man scrubbing himself.
“Stop it. You'll only hurt yourself more. Come, get out before you’re late. Lord Yunho wouldn't be pleased about it.” He helped the younger one out of the water and dried him with a soft towel. He brought him back into the bedroom and there on the bed was a green hanbok. Jaejoong's eyes widened as he saw the feminine dress.
“Why? Why should I wear a hanbok again? He knows that I'm a man.” He asked, bewildered.
“You should ask the Lord that. I only do what he instructs me to do.” The servant replied.
“Sorry, I should know ...”
“No, it is okay.” Jaejoong was interrupted.
He helped Jaejoong to dress in the hanbok. After they were finished the servant guided the black haired man down the floor and into the dinning room. When they arrived at the door the servant left Jaejoong alone and went back to his other work. Jaejoong entered the room and saw Junsu sitting on the table.
“Su?” He called out, not sure if he could address him with his real full name. He went to the table and sat down next to his brother, who turned to him.
As he sat down he could feel the pain again and tried hard not to show any signs of it.
“Is everything alright?” Junsu asked his brother worriedly.
“Yeah, of course.” He attempted to deviate the slight brown haired boy before he could worry more about him and his condition. “Why aren't you wearing a hanbok, too?”
“Should I?” Junsu asked back.
“Yeah, I mean no. Does he...?”
“Yeah he knows that I'm male. Thanks to you. You said 'him' twice and he acknowledged that. But Yoochun seems not to be angry about it. Look, he gave me such nice clothes.” He said and pointed to his new attire. Which were black trousers and a red shirt. “But you don't look like everything is alright. You can't even sit properly and I see pain in your eyes, hyung.” He said mindfully.
“No, you are wrong. I'm fine, really.” Jaejoong lied.
Junsu eyed him suspiciously and thought about what could have happened to him. But he knew what happened due to his brothers movements on the chair.
“Do you want another pillow? Maybe it will be more comfortable to sit.” He said.
“Yeah, that would be nice.” Jaejoong answered without giving it a second thought and confessed that he wasn't fine.
“I knew it, you are in pain. You don’t have to be strong all the time. I know you care about us all, but we can take care of ourselves. And I want to be there for you. You can tell me everything. I'm not a little child anymore.”
“I know. Sorry.”
“I'm sorry, because of me you have to suffer so much.” Junsu apologized.
“I can handle it, don't worry.” Jaejoong tried to cheer him up.
They started to eat and Junsu glanced at his brother from time to time.
“Is something bothering you?” The black haired man asked.
“Mmh. You know Yoochun, the advisor.” He began to speak.
“Yeah.” Jaejoong mumbled with a full mouth.
“He was really caring and nice last night. He brought me to my room. And yeah … How should I say it? He, no we...” But he was interrupted as the said person and the Lord entered the room.
Jaejoong lowered his head so that he didn’t have to meet Yunho's eyes. He didn't want to see them nor him: the person who hurt him so much and humiliated him and would do it whenever he could. He knew it, he could feel it.
“I won't cry in front of him anymore. I won't let him see that I'm in pain, that he can hurt me. I won't show him my weakness.” The young man thought as the other two men joined them and sat down to eat breakfast.
Yunho looked at the man in the green hanbok and was still fascinated at the beauty in front of him, but he wouldn’t say it out loud. His thoughts replayed the last night again and again and brought him to only one conclusion. “That was the best sex I ever had. No woman could make me feel as satisfied as he could. He was so hot and tight. I can't wait to feel it again.” He thought and looked at Jaejoong, but to his disappointment he had lowered his head and was fidgeting all the time.
“Stop fidgeting and sit up straight. Look into my eyes!” He demanded. He liked to see the unwillingness in his brown eyes. “Such a good boy.” He smiled coldly. He looked at the person next to Jaejoong and saw a boy sitting there, who had the same face as the girl yesterday. He glanced at Yoochun and he needed only one word to get what he wanted.
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If anyone has an idea, who the servant could be, please be free to tell me. ^^
Please leave a comment, that makes me happy and I'll write faster.