Runner: Chapter 5, Angel

[onthethruway01]

Title: Runner: Chapter 5, Angel

Author: onthethruway01

Length: chaptered

Rating: This chapter, rated pg-13 for het

Pairings: This chapter Junsu x female oc

Genre: AU ( another place and time), friendship, angst

A/N: this chapter dedicated to Sierra

Summary: 5 young men dream of growing up together and being friends forever, but wishes don’t always come true.

Junsu sat on a bench, shoulders slumped, eyelids heavy.  He was tired; so damned tired.  It had been a rough night; too many wounded; too many dead.  He was told he was doing the best he could.

“Don’t take it personal,” they told him as a sheet was drawn over another patient’s body.

It was making him sick.

“Dr. Kim?”

A sweet, delicate voice made him open his eyes.  It was Seo-ra, his nurse.

“I thought maybe you would like some tea.”

Junsu managed to smile; he accepted the piping hot beverage and nodded to the girl.

She looked exhausted; he couldn’t even imagine how she must feel; how she managed.  Seo-ra smiled back at him.  She hesitated for a moment before joining him on the bench.

“Are you ok?” she asked.

He chuckled and shook his head.

The nurse cursed herself for asking such a stupid question.  How could he be ok?  How could anyone in this situation be ok?

“I’m sorry,” she apologized; he shook his head again, and answered.

“No, it’s fine.  I appreciate your concern.  Are you ok?”

She sniffled; tears falling down her cheeks.  With shaking hands, Junsu wiped away the tears.

“It’s going to be ok,” he lied to her.  “We are going to be ok.”

She sighed deeply and nodded.  Seo-ra tried not to stare at the young doctor, but his face was so compelling.  Like an angel he brought hope to this otherwise Godless place.  She would have laughed if she knew that Junsu felt the same way about her.

She was funny and lively; her dark hair cut strangely; it suited her quirky personality.  Seo-ra knew him so well.  In the operating theater she anticipated his needs; was always on top of things, even if he wasn’t.  They were perfect for each other.

They were a team; worked well together.  They rarely spoke during operations; it was as if they had some psychic link.  Their success rate was high, but this night they were not so lucky; this night had nearly broken them.

They finished their tea in silence; Seo-ra gently taking the cup from Junsu’s hands when he was done.  He followed her every move as she washed the mugs and left them to dry.

“What are you doing here?” he said to himself, though the question was directed to Seo-ra.  “You don’t belong here.”

Seo-ra wiped her hands in the towel and turned to face him.  He smiled at her and she returned the gesture.

“Shall I walk you back to your tent?’ he asked.

Seo-ra nodded; Junsu always walked her “home.”  It was if they were on a date.

They exited the infirmary; walking side by side; their gait slow and steady.  A thin mist floated upon the air, lending an eerie atmosphere to the evening.  Junsu looked up at the sky; it was dark and pocked with stars.  He breathed in deep and sighed.

They walked in silence through the compound; a few soldiers walked by; they saluted quickly and went about their business.

For the most part, doctor and nurse walked a straight line, only occasionally sidestepping to avoid being splashed by a  swerving jeep driving through a muddy puddle.

They came to Seo-ra’s quarters and stopped.  At this point, like any other night, he would have bowed deeply to her and walked back to his own bivouac, but before entering the tent Seo-ra stopped and spoke quietly to the young doctor.

“Would you like to come in?”

Junsu froze in his tracks.

“My roommate is on leave.”

Seo-ra undid the ties and held back the flaps of the tent.

Junsu hesitated.  He slowly looked around to see if anyone was watching.  Cautiously, and with some trepidation, he entered the tent.  He swallowed hard as Seo-ra tied the tent shut.  He stuck his hands in his pockets like a little boy and nervously shuffled his feet.

The tent was surprisingly spacious, but there was something missing.  There was no place to sit, not even an army cot; there was only the traditional Korean bedding on the floor.

“I know you don’t drink, but do you mind if I have a shot of soju?”

He shook his head as he watched the nurse take a swig of the strong liquor.

“Perhaps I should go,” he told her as he eyed the exit to the tent.

“Don’t go,” she spoke breathlessly as she held his hand; his body feeling weightless as she guided him onto the covers.

“Seo-ra,” he moaned; she kissed him hard; fingers undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.

“I shouldn’t be here.”

He gasped as she fondled him through his boxers.

“You’re right where you belong.”

Her mouth smothered his and he shivered.

“You don’t belong here;” the words echoed in his brain; but at that moment it didn’t matter; at that moment there was no war, no blood, no dying men.  There was only Seo-ra.

He held her close; stroked her hair nuzzled her throat; he found his rhythm within her; hips thrusting in slow, even strokes.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him in deep.  His body shuddered as she seductively whispered his nickname in his ear.

“Xia,” her voice smooth like melted chocolate, made him groan.

Seo-ra giggled; he countered with a deep thrust which made her change her tune.  Her back arched and her insides clenched around his length.  She held back her screams; biting her lip instead of crying out as she peaked; Junsu growled and pitched forward; holding fast; hands gripping her hips tight until the wave of pleasure subsided.

Spent; they lay huddled together; arms and legs a tangled mess.  He slowly rose to his feet; legs wobbly; body drenched in sweat.  He dressed swiftly and quietly; Seo-ra watching him.  She smiled and held back her laughter as he turned his back to her; her eyes fixated on the marks she had left on his backside.

Junsu faced her and nodded his head; again, no words were needed;  their eyes spoke volumes.  He left her with a heavy heart; she had hoped to lift his spirits, but their lovemaking was only a temporary respite from grim reality.

When the dawn broke, their ordeal would begin anew.  More fighting, more blood, more bodies.

When would it end?

As he made his way to his own bivouac, the angel cried, unaware that he had been seen.

Another lonely soul leaned against a flickering lamp, cigarette trailing smoke into the night.  A figure deep in his own thoughts; trying to forget the face that haunted him; the one who was lost to him; the one whom he needed most.