Sum3r

Mblaq Drabbles

2010-01-18T01:56:10Z

Title: Patience, Nightmares, Boys on Top & Three
Author: Sum3r
Rating: PG - NC-17
Pairings: Seungho/Mir, Joon/Cheondong, Seungho/Joon & Joon/Seungho/Mir
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren't.
Summary: Four random drabbles about Mblaq, one with Mir and Seungho's troubles, two about Cheondong's nightmares, three about Seungho and Joon's relationship and four being a highschool!au.

[A/N]: Hi. My name is Sum3r. Let me show you my Mblaq bias.

&01;
Seungho/Mir; Patience

Seungho sighed, rubbing his temples as he stared at the mess in front of him. He took a deep breath, licking his lips as he prayed for patience.

“MIR!” He yelled, voice echoing throughout the apartment. The black noodles slipped from Mir’s mouth as he sat frozen in front of the T.V., hand still as he clutched his chopsticks. Cheondong edged away from Mir slowly, as G.O. followed suit, smirks breaking out from underneath their serious faces.

“Tsk. Tsk. I told you Seungho really wanted our room clean,” G.O. said, voice laced with amusement as he grinned at the youngest.

“Wait, wait, wait! Hyung!” whined, Mir, face devastated as he hurriedly put down his noodles on the table in front of him and ran into the room.

Cheondong and G.O. covered their laughs with their hands as Seungho’s and Mir’s shouts were heard all over the apartment, as Mir struggled to take back his clothes from Seungho, who was ready to throw them in a black garbage bag.

“Hyung! Hyung!” Mir cried, “wait, don’t—hyung!”

&02;
Joon/Cheondong; Nightmares

Joon holds him tight against his body; he pushes Cheondong flush against his chest and wraps his legs around his until they’re too tangled up to know who is who. He feels Cheondong’s heart beating against his hand, a distinct thump. thump. thump. that Joon knows by his own heart. He waits until his beats are synced with Cheondong’s, wait until the rise of their chests match, waits until their breaths even out.

“I’ll be here,” Joon whispers in Cheondong’s ear, the younger boy shivering as he feels Joon’s hot breath, his voice, wash over him.

It should be suffocating, Cheondong thinks, having someone too close, too near, but it’s not. He closes his eyes, and waits for the nightmares to come, knowing, waiting, for Joon’s voice to wake him up, for Joon’s hand to sneak itself under his shirt, for Joon’s lips to settle sweet, short kisses on his face. He waits, because he knows it will be Joon who’ll be the first thing he sees. And when he does wake up, when he blinks as the sun’s rays sneak through from the curtains and shine on his face, he knows the first thing he’ll do is brush his lips against Joon’s . He’ll wait until Joon’s eyes blink open and he’ll smile, whispering a tentative good morning, in between their breaths.

&03;
Seungho/Joon; Boys on Top

“F-Fuck,” Seungho says loudly, stuttering as he curses out loud. Joon smirks from underneath him; hands latched permanently onto Seungho’s hips as he grins up, his smile barely evading the devious mischief in his eyes.

“Now, now, leadershii—I don’t think it’s polite to curse…very unbecoming, don’t you think?” Seungho tries to say something, opens his mouth to yell or curse or something—but then Joon moves and Seungho whines instead, a low, desperate whine that leaves him shaken. He bows down; hands flat on Joon’s chest as he feels Joon’s chest muscles rise up and down and simply tries to breathe.

Unfortunately for him, being stuffed up with cock doesn’t leave much room for breathing.

“I—” Seungho tries to say, licking his lips as Joon tracks every move, eyes darkening as his hands tighten on Seungho’s hips. “On top—meant—younger…” It comes out in bits and pieces but Joon gets the message and he smiles lazily in response. His eyes fall on Seungho’s mouth, eyes lighting up with satisfaction as he sees Seungho’s swollen lips (by his lips, Joon thinks) and his neck (bitten and marked with his mouth, Joon thinks) and he waits until Seungho realizes that even though he’s on top, he’s not technically on top.

But then again, Joon thinks, as he watches Seungho struggle ever so slightly to gain balance on top of him, it’s not his fault that he doesn’t know anything about love, or sex—especially with another guy. And then Seungho makes another noise, a low, hungry keen and really, Joon thinks, there’s patience and then there’s dying of blue balls.

“I’m sorry,” Joon says out loud, and Seungho jerks his head up in response, confusion etched on his face as he watches the younger boy. “Sorry for…?”

But Joon simply grins in response and in less than a second, he pushes himself up, pulling out of Seungho’s body and slamming him down as Seungho looks up, dazed and unsure.

“For this,” Joon says, his voice an octave lower as he yanks Seungho’s body closer to him and in one swift thrust, he sinks himself into Seungho.

Seungho screams, his head thrown back as he clutches the sheet underneath him and pulls it apart, tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes. Joon winces, knowing it probably hurts like a bitch, and yeah it’s probably his fault because he’s not small—but when Seungho looks up at him, when he looks up and nods slightly, all Joon thinks, all he can think is—Fuck, what did I ever do to deserve you?

He goes slowly at first; Joon slides his cock at a very slow pace, feeling Seungo’s body drag and pull him in, full of lube and salvia and he’s so ridiculously tight that Joon just somehow wants to stay inside him forever.

But then Seungho gasps, an involuntary, compulsive sound that’s edged with frustration and need and Joon takes it for what it is.

He buries his head in Seungho’s neck, teeth wet as he bites and licks and soothes. He begins to thrust in faster, fucks into Seungho without rhythm or reason, the snap snap snap of their wet bodies echoing around the room.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Seungho pants, hands raking themselves down Joon’s shoulders with every push, every jerk of Joon’s cock inside him, savoring each and every second they have together. He tries to wrap his legs around Joon’s waist, but his legs give out instead and he can feel Joon’s smile in his neck.

“Seungho,” Joon whispers and Seungho shivers at the raw benediction in Joon’s voice as he says his name. He tries to muffle his sounds, but Joons holds down his hands as though he owns them and Seungho bites his lips instead, red and swollen, until it splits and he can taste the coppery flavor in his mouth.

Without finesse, or grace, without control, Joon begins to jack Seungho’s cock as he thrusts in faster, each push rocking Seungho’s quivering body.

“I’m—” Seungho comes before he even finishes up the words; he explodes all over Joon’s hands and their chests, ropes and ropes of come, as he muffles his scream by biting Joon’s neck. Joon shudders with the next thrust, mindlessly pushing in, one two three, until he comes, whitening out for a second as his body trembles uncontrollably. He leans down, sliding his tongue inside Seungho’s mouth and finishes up with a deep, dirty kiss. He pulls back as salvia slides down Seungho’s mouth and his glazed eyes seek Joon’s.

Joon grins, an easy smile, and Seungho knows, he knows, that this—whatever this was—was far from being over.

He breathes.

&04;
Joon/Seungho/Mir with student president!Seungho, delinquent!Joon and nerd!Mir; Three

It was an accident at first.

It was Mir’s first day and it was in the afternoon—classes had been over for at least an hour—and he couldn’t find his student I.D. He searched everywhere, in the library, in his homeroom, in his last class but he just couldn’t find it.

It was just like him to lose his I.D on his first day of class. He sighed, and pushing his glasses further on his nose, Mir looked around, unsure what corridor he ended up in. Glancing around and noticing that half of the classes were already closed, Mir was about to turn around when he heard the scraping of a chair against the floor.

Turning around swiftly, Mir followed the noise to the last room on the corridor, and pushing open the door, Mir looked in.

And he froze.

An older boy was sitting on a chair, his honey-colored head tipped back with shirt open, buttons undone and his tie loosened around his neck. Joon (because Joon was his name, Mir knew, after asking his friends, Joon Joon Joon) slowly tipped his head down and glanced straight into Mir’s eyes.

But Mir wasn’t staring at Joon, he was staring at the boy on his knees in front of Joon, the boy whose lips were wrapped around Joon’s dick. Seungho (because Seungho was his name, Mir knew, because he remembered seeing him in the morning addressing the new students in the auditorium) was making loud slurping noises as he hollowed in his cheeks and sucked, Joon’s fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer to his cock.

Mir stared, blushing as his heartbeat grew louder and louder. I should get out, he thought, but his feet wouldn’t move and he couldn’t lift his eyes away. It wasn’t until Joon smirked and winked at him, that Mir jerked back and turning around, he ran.

He ran out of the room, out of the school and it wasn’t until he was half way home that he finally stopped running.

“How was your first day of school honey?” his mother asked him kindly as he took off his shoes. Mir looked down, unable to look at his mother and struggled not to blush, to think, to remember.

“Fine,” he mumbled, before he ran up into his room and buried his burning face into his bed.

(Joon approached him the next day, and with a smirk and smiling eyes, he asked him not to say a word about what happened. Mir could only nod, eyes glued on the disarming smile and knew, quite clearly, how the student body president was unable to say no to someone like Joon.)

It surprised Mir when people told him that Joon and Seungho hated each other.

“Seungho? Yeah, he’s a bit reserved, but he’s one of the kindest people you’ll ever meet—him and Joon? No, they hate each other.”

“—And he always yells at Joon to stop smoking or skipping classes or—”

“Cats and dogs really, the way they go after each other. Joon always gets caught with Seungho around, after all, our president—”

Mir shook his head. He knew what he saw and it wasn’t hate, it wasn’t hate at all.

The next time he sees them, it’s a complete coincidence.

He’s sitting on the window ledge with a few of his friends, laughing and fooling around when Joon and his friends (blond and brown-haired and a complete disregard for school regulations) come out of the classroom across him. Mir glances at him but looks away quickly, only to stop and stare as Seungho and his friends (the vice-president and secretary, Mir knows) walk up the hallway.

Mir tries to look away but he can’t. It floors him that people can’t see the chemistry these two have, that even though they don’t even acknowledge each other, there’s this tension between them that increases as they walk past each other. He also knows that the mark slightly visible on Seungho’s neck was made by one and only one person.

When the test scores for his latest exam are posted up, Mir doesn’t even have to glance up to see that his name will be first. Out of curiosity, however, he follows the senior crowd next to him, and isn’t really that surprised to see Seungho’s name as the first student.

“—Seoul University? Really? He’s so smart! I heard—”

Cutting across the rest of the seniors, Mir was about to leave when he overhears another conversation.

“—Can’t believe he was second—I mean he doesn’t even attend class, how could he have gotten such a high score?”

Mir closes his eyes. Opening them slowly, he walks over to the junior crowd and stares at the name clearly printed next to the number two student.

Lee Joon.

At the next school assembly, Mir watches the student body president. Seungho, if not smart and tall, is really good looking, Mir thinks. But along with this, Mir also thinks, I wonder if he goes down on his knees willingly, or if Joon has to ask him every time? Or I wonder if they’ve had sex yet. They probably have—if Joon had anything to say about it. I bet he’d be on top—I wonder, Mr. Student body president, how often you spread your legs for him.

Mir makes a decision there, as he watches Seungho, surrounded by his entire school. He’s never really asked, or wanted something in his life, but in his first year of high school, in his first month, Mir decides that he wants something, and he’s going to get it.

The third time it happens, Joon and Seungho wait for him.

Mir takes a deep breath and before he can think about it twice, he opens the door and steps forward.

Joon grins at him, one hand underneath Seungho’s shirt, the other yanking on Seungho’s chin as he pulls in the other boy close with a hungry, wet kiss. Mir watches unabashed, eyes darkening as he walks one step closer. When Joon finally lets go, Seungho stares into Joon’s eyes and Mir, knowing full well that he was out of a private conversation makes his final, most important decision.

He wants in.

Seungho nods to Joon, absolute trust in his eyes, and Joon beckons Mir with his finger and a smirk. As Mir closes the distance between them, he knows that when Seungho goes to Seoul University this year, a year later Joon will make it in and Mir will follow with ease.

Because sometimes there are accidents and sometimes there is fate.

[A/N]: I'm new to this fandom and I'm just playing around but I hope you guys enjoy this :D! Comments/criticisms welcomed ^^

If I Could Be (I Would Be Yours) [3/3]

2009-09-21T22:25:45Z

Title: If I Could Be (I Would Be Yours) [3/3]
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: G - NC-17
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren't. All terms/references from dictionary.law.com
Summary: Yunho is one of Seoul's top lawyers ever since he graduated from law school. Now, four years later, he's about to take on a case with an opposing lawyer who's quickly rising on top and making him question what and who he's fighting for.
Inspired by:kurogomawho gave me this idea of a lawyer!fic with opposing sides and it just got me hooked. It's completely her fault.
Beta'd by: the amazing sly_pantera(thank you!)
Previous: [Part 1] [Part 2]

[A/N]: Because this would be the last part ♥

Yunho wanted to say something, but he didn’t know what or how he should say it. It was strange, this thing between them, and he didn’t know what to do. Changmin waited for a fraction of a second longer and then walked out, this time leaving Yunho behind.

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[That Night]

Changmin swirled the drink in his glass, shoulders slumped as he leaned forward on the counter.

“Rob Roy, on the rocks.”

Changmin started, whirling his head around, and he dropped his glass, only for Yunho to reach forward and grab it, his arm brushing the younger man’s chest. Changmin was sure he felt the temperature spike.

“What…” Changmin said dryly, words caught in his throat, and he licked his lips, Yunho’s gaze zeroing in on the movement. “What are you doing here? I thought—disorderly conduct and all that…”

Yunho didn’t say anything for a few moments, smiling at the waiter as his drink was pushed forward. Just as Changmin opened his mouth, he spoke. “Only the closing statements left, not much left of the case, right?”

Changmin closed his mouth. I should have walked away as soon as he approached me, or say something spiteful about the case but…The younger man was feeling a bit loose-limbed from the drinks he had, and although he was far from being drunk, he just didn’t have it in him for another fight or argument.

“Sucks, you know,” Changmin said with a soft smile, wiping the condensation that slipped down his glass with his thumb. “When you’re not sure if you should be happy that your asshole client’s in jail, or angry that you just lost your case.”

Yunho snorted, sipping his drink, “At least you know you did something right, now that he’s behind bars.”

Changmin turned around and faced him. Yunho froze, hand tightening around his glass, as the younger man shook his head and looked down, eyes downcast and mouth curved in a joyless smile.

“But either way we both lost, don’t you think so? The child has to grow up with the fact that she threw her own father into jail, and yeah, it’s better than before, but the family’s still not going to be okay.”

He understands. Yunho tried to say something, but his tongue felt two sizes too big, and his heart began beating uncontrollably. He…gets it. He wouldn’t just nod if I told him the shit I’ve been through—he’d understand it.

“I wanted to be anthropologist.”

Changmin glanced up, his eyes still forlorn but now filled with interest.

Yunho smiled, and glanced at the bartender, nodding for more drinks. Jaejoong quickly replaced the empty glasses with new ones as Yunho continued, tilting his head and grinning. “I know, it’s a crazy dream right? And stupid…but I guess I had something to do with my childhood and digging up things…”

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Ding Dong. Ding Dong.

Yunho glanced at his door, picking up his shirt from the floor and putting it on as he walked toward it, not expecting anyone at this hour. He turned the knob and pulled it open, eyes widening as he saw Changmin on his doorstep, not even hours after they had parted ways at the bar.

The younger man took a step forward, and Yunho opened the door wider, letting him into the threshold automatically, as though it was simply natural to do so. He said nothing as he waited for Changmin to begin speaking, but instead Changmin leaned forward and pressed their mouths together.

The kiss was tentative, a brush of lips against lips, and it was almost shy, leaving Yunho with a lingering desire for more. Changmin broke apart and breathed in, eyes wide and dark as they searched the older man’s, voice shaky and just on the side of desperate as he spoke.

“Tell me—” he said, cupping Yunho’s face as his lips moved a breath away, “tell me that I’m imagining things between—”

Yunho covered Changmin’s mouth with his hungrily and swallowed the rest of the sentence as he slammed him against the wall next to the door, closing it shut with a resolute bang.

The older man scrambled to get his hands underneath Changmin’s shirt, fingers itching to take in all that tanned, lean skin, and they tugged and tussled with each other. Yunho pulled at and pushed apart Changmin’s suit while the younger man lifted Yunho’s shirt, mouths coming back to each other like they were permanently attached.

“I don’t—Normally—” Changmin said between messy, wet kisses. Yunho made a low, angry sound at the back of his throat and drove his tongue in deep, making Changmin whine lowly.

He grabbed the older man by his hips and pushed him around, this time shoving him against the wall as the two stripped each other with an insistent, feverish desire that burned between them.

Yunho spread his legs, and Changmin slid between them, tight and snug up against Yunho’s thigh and cock, the budge of his jeans straining against the fabric. Hips pressed together, the two grinded against each other as Yunho grabbed a handful of Changmin’s hair and yanked, surging forward and sucking against the stretch of skin underneath the younger man’s neck.

Changmin yelped and before he knew it, Yunho drove him backwards until he hit the living room table, back bending over against the wood. The chair next to them fell backwards and hit the large picture frame, causing it to fall down with a loud crash.

“I’ll pay—” Changmin managed to get out before Yunho growled and shoved him further back. His hands reached for Changmin’s fly as the younger man quickly followed suit, wrenching open Yunho’s jeans and sliding a hand inside.

They both groaned, and it felt like some kind of drug. Yunho couldn’t get enough of it, couldn’t get enough of the picture of Changmin, desperate and needy and wanton under his hands. He was his to touch. It was impulsive, the feeling, impulsive and violent, and it burst from inside him and spread like the heat between them.

“Oh God. Fuck—”

Changmin’s hips pushed against Yunho’s, and his hands scrambled to get Yunho’s pants down. Once his cock was exposed, red and leaking, the younger man couldn’t help but break out in needy little pants that ghosted over their flushed skins. He rubbed their cocks together, precome sliding down the tips, and the friction was so fucking good—

Yunho’s hands grasped Changmin’s ass, and he pulled the younger man closer to him, rutting against him. Changmin gasped, throwing back his head and moaning, baring his throat for Yunho to latch onto his collarbone and bite, teeth scraping against skin.

Changmin continued to slide their cocks together, his pants rolled down and Yunho pressed up nicely against him, leaving no room for him to even breathe.

“I don’t bottom,” said Yunho, crushing their mouths together as his hands palmed Changmin’s ass, and he lifted the younger boy up, leaving Changmin with no choice but to follow his guidance and wrap his legs around his hips.

His breaths were fast and needy, and his mouth was obscenely swollen as they kissed over and over again, lips sliding and pushing against each other like it was another contest, another fight.

They didn’t even manage to make it to the bed.

“Driving me crazy—look so fucking hot—” Yunho didn’t even care that his back might get rug burns because Changmin was on top of him, looking unsure and also eager and frantic as he slid the condom down over the older man’s cock like he’d never seen one before. It was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.

And he stretched; Changmin leaned forward, Yunho’s lips trailing against his navel and sliding his tongue inside the younger man’s bellybutton as Changmin ducked his head down and whined, his asshole filled full of Yunho’s fingers. They slid against each other, and Yunho nuzzled Changmin’s stomach as he thrust in his fingers, wet and squishy with all the lube he’d slathered on them.

“I—Oh God, Yunho—” Changmin thrust back, his hips rolling as he struggled to match the older man’s pace. “Please, please—need it—” And Yunho was wrong because the hottest thing he’d ever seen was this, with Changmin gripping Yunho’s cock with his hands, sliding down and spreading his legs.

“Fuck—”

They both groan as Yunho fills Changmin slowly. And Changmin would never, ever admit it, but he mewled when Yunho shifted his cock inside him, mewled and let out a girly, soft keen. Yunho’s shoulders tensed and bunched as he lifted Changmin up and then slammed back down on him, his cock hard and unyielding as it buried itself inside the younger man.

“Oh God—so fucking tight, so good—” Yunho panted, chest heaving as he slid the younger man up and down.

Changmin muffled his sounds by biting his lip, but once Yunho noticed, he grinned and flipped them over, pushing Changmin against the floor and picking up the pace with rough thrusts. His hips snapped against Changmin’s ass, and Changmin’s entire body shook as he struggled to breathe.

Releasing a wild noise, Yunho fucked Changmin with abandon. Changmin wrapped his legs around the older man’s waist and gasps hoarsely as his body squirmed against Yunho’s. When Changmin finally came, he sobbed, his dick coming all over their chests. Yunho gave a few more thrusts before he released within the condom, but Changmin had blanked out.

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When Changmin woke up, he came to the realization of three things: one, this was not his bed, two, his ass and back hurt like he was run over by a freaking truck, and three, he might just be falling for someone he least expected.

He groaned, shuffling and digging his head deeper into his pillow as his eyes scrunched against the morning light. It wasn’t until he smelled something delicious wafting from the kitchens that his eyes snapped open, and he remembered everything from last night. And he’s here…he’s still here, in the kitchen…making breakfast?

Changmin got up slowly, waddling to Yunho’s closet and choosing a loose shirt that he slipped over his head, the worn edges barely reaching down his thighs. He glanced at the pants near the edge of the bed and blushed, but shook his head in dismay.

He then waddled over to the kitchen, stopping ever so often and leaning against the wall for support. He wanted to show Yunho that he was perfectly fine, because I refuse to show the effect of what he did last night. He did have his own pride after all.

Changmin stopped over-thinking, in fear of where his mind would lead and his dick would follow.

Yunho smiled as he saw the younger man enter the kitchen, easily catching the awkward way that Changmin spread his legs. The younger man flushed, hands catching the bottom of the shirt and tugging it down further, eyes downcast as he waited for the other man to speak.

“Don’t know what I like best,” Yunho said, voice amused as he nodded at the chair next to Changmin and slid out a plate. “You in my clothes or without them in general.” He slid the eggs and sausage on the plate from the frying pan while Changmin’s blush intensified, and he mumbled something about awkward after-mornings.

And it should be, thought the younger man as he caught Yunho’s easy grin. He noticed the way the light hit Yunho’s skin. Yunho only wore a pair of jeans and an apron, and the expanse of exposed skin brought memories that caused him to flush. But it’s not. The air between them was warmer, not so much of the frantic fervor it had been before, but more of a gentle glow.

Yunho passed him a mug, and their fingers grazed each other as the younger man clutched the coffee mug with both hands.

He looked up, and Yunho grinned, abashed, as he slid a hand to the back of his neck and said, “I don’t want you to take it the wrong way, but you sort of smell like it—cinnamon and warm vanilla, so I thought you’d like your coffee like that too—but I like it though, I like it a lot.”

Changmin looked down at his murky brown drink and then back up to Yunho. He set his down, and hesitated before reaching out and picking up Yunho’s mug. He took a sip and winced at the bitter taste.

At Yunho’s curious expression, Changmin said gingerly, “I want to know why you like it like that. I want—I want to see it from your eyes, your point of view, and understand.”

It wasn’t a confession; it probably didn’t even make sense, but Yunho smiled so wide it was infectious. Changmin couldn’t help but grin in return, the corner of his lips turning up, and his eyes crinkled as he watched the older man over the rim of his cup.

“I had one of the worst first cases ever. It was a simple one, only a divorce case, but the clients involved—” Yunho leaned back and listened, his body relaxing in the worn chair.

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[3 Months Later]

Yunho opened his cufflinks and loosened his tie by the time he opened his door. He took off his jacket and stripped off his shirt as he walked, tossing his keys into an empty bowl on a side table in the living room. By the time he made it to the kitchen, he’d unzipped his pants and stripped off his belt.

Opening the door of the bathroom, Yunho dropped his boxers and stepped into the shower. He muffled Changmin’s gasp as he kissed him, a long, slow kiss with enough tongue and teeth that it left the two of them panting by the time they broke apart.

Cold water dripping down his hair, the older man grabbed the soap and began laving Changmin’s skin, pausing to kiss the younger man’s shoulder gently. Changmin sighed, bones weary as he leaned against his lover for support.

“Tell me again why I decided to make this awful job my career?” asked Changmin, over the noise of the shower as Yunho lathered soap on his back.

Changmin had just finished up another case, and although he won, he wasn’t sure anymore if what he did was right. He closed his eyes as Yunho soothed his sore muscles.

“Because,” the older man said, grinning, “you’re doing the right thing, but you’re not sure if it’s coming out that way.” He flicked some soap in Changmin’s face and continued, “Besides, thinking is over-rated anyway.”

Changmin’s face scrunched up, and he reached up to rub his face. Smirking, he stole the shampoo bottle and poured some onto his hand, reaching for Yunho’s hair but covering his cheeks with it instead. “I’m sorry, what were you saying—”

“You little brat—” Yunho reached forward for the younger man, but Changmin pushed back. His feet slid over the wet and slippery floor as the two tousled, yelps of laughter and mirth echoing throughout the house.

[The End]

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[A/N]: I apologize for not replying but this is the last chapter so I'll be def. replying back because you guys have been amazing :D! I'm glad you enjoyed this series (I had fun writing it ;D) and a huge thanks to sly_pantera for her awesomne beta-ing skills and kurogoma for her prompt. I'd love to hear what you guys thought ♥

If I Could Be (I Would Be Yours) [2/3]

2009-09-11T23:37:04Z

Title: If I Could Be (I Would Be Yours) [2/3]
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: G - NC-17
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren't. All terms/references from dictionary.law.com
Summary: Yunho is one of Seoul's top lawyers ever since he graduated from law school. Now, four years later, he's about to take on a case with an opposing lawyer who's quickly rising on top and making him question what and who he's fighting for.
Inspired by:kurogomawho gave me this idea of a lawyer!fic with opposing sides and it just got me hooked. It's completely her fault. Beta'd by: the amazing sly_pantera(Thank you!)

[A/N]: Because it would be easier to believe that Seoul's law system is similar to the U.S's....XD!

Bom sighed, setting the cup on the desk only for it to be picked up by Changmin a second later. Lost in the files before him, Changmin barely heard the door closing as Bom let herself out of his office.

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[Third Day of Hearing]

“On this third day of hearing, the fourteenth of November…”

Changmin watched the other man from the corner of his eyes. He could tell Yunho was either nervous or frustrated from the way his left leg shook up and down. His entire body was tense, and his face was dark as he watched both the judge and jury.

Changmin was about to look away when Yunho glanced over for a second, eyes heated and blazing with anger. Fuck, he thought, straightening the papers in front of him, as his blood pumped heavier through his veins, and his throat swallowed the thick tension between them. He felt tendrils of desire pool in his belly, the temperature seeming to rise a few degrees. Changmin could see that the older man was re-adjusting his tie, loosening it with lean fingers as his cuff-links glinted under the light shining through the courthouse windows.

Changmin looked away.

“First witness, please come to the stand.”

As the session wore on, Changmin swore he felt the heat between them becoming hotter and hotter, and rather than be thrown into jail himself for wrongful conduct during a hearing, Changmin forced himself to leave his facial expressions blank, regardless of how exasperating the older man was. And exasperating he was.

“Did your daughter know you where in the kitchen making the sandwich?” Yunho asked, his voice harsh as the question rolled off his tongue quickly.

“Yes.”

“Is your daughter’s favorite stuffed animal a penguin?”

The man looked at Changmin, and the younger man quickly said, “Objection! Relevance, your—”

“Overruled, please continue.” The judge nodded at Yunho as the older man smiled tightly.

“Just answer the question— is your daughter’s favorite stuffed animal a penguin?”

“Yes, but I don’t know why that would matter in…”

“Do you like tomatoes, Mr. Kwong?”

The man looked at him, confused and annoyed and said, “What does this—”

“Answer the question.”

Changmin clasped his hands together as he watched the older man conferring with his witness. Where is he going with this?

“No, actually I do—”

“Then please explain to me why there were tomatoes in your sandwich? Had you made it yourself, you wouldn’t have put it in, would you? And what exactly was your daughter’s favorite stuffed animal doing on the kitchen table when you and your wife know very well that she hardly ever lets it out of her sight?”

Shit. Kwong was silent for a moment before he began to stutter, “I have no idea what you’re talking about…have you spoken to my daughter? I-Is she here? No, right? Then y-you can’t prove anything…”

After the hearing ended, Changmin caught up to Yunho behind the building. The majority of people had left, leaving them alone in the parking lot. “What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?” Yunho asked smoothly as he raised an eyebrow. Changmin was itching to punch him. He clenched his fist and tried to restrain his rage.

“You know what I mean,” he snapped. “That evidence was not supplied through—”

“Evidence is evidence,” Yunho said, cutting him off, “so why don’t you go back to your baby cases and read over all the evidentiary support that can be used.”

Changmin’s fist was swinging before he knew it. He could almost hear the crack of flesh meeting bone, but Yunho caught it with his palm and, within a second, pushed him around, slamming him against the front door of his car and pinning him against the window.

“Think about what you’re doing for a goddamn second…do you want us to be kicked off this case and thrown in jail for disorderly conduct?” Yunho hissed, his sinful mouth twisted in a sneer.

Changmin froze.

Heat rolled off them in waves. He couldn’t even concentrate; his breath hitched as their suits grazed each other, Yunho’s thighs trapping Changmin in like a vice, and oh shit—this is not how this is supposed to go. Changmin didn’t even know why he had to prove himself to this selfish attorney in the first place; it wasn’t like they knew each other or worked with each other, but nonetheless it was still there.

This desire to make himself equal to, or better than, this man had him blazing with anger and bristling with indignation.

He surged forward as Yunho took a step back, and he said, “What about now? You think they won’t throw us in for disorderly conduct for acting like this? Smart move, Yunho.”

He could almost taste Yunho’s animosity, and he fed on it, anticipating the brawl. He threw in his game piece and smirked, face tilted up as his eyes gleamed with impudence, egging the older man on. Yunho grabbed him by the lapels of his suit jacket, pressed him against the door and kissed him.

It felt like he was sucker punched, even though it was Yunho’s mouth and not his fist. Changmin raised his hands to push him away and opened his mouth to yell, but the older man simply took the opportunity to slide in his tongue, mouth eager and wet and oh, oh oh shit, because this? This was good.

Changmin’s heart was thudding in his chest. Changmin’s hands gripped yunho’s hair and yanked because he wasn’t about to just lay down and be the bitch—Changmin pushed up against him, mouth hard and messy and it was like they were eating each other, because the kiss just turned filthy with teeth and saliva and oh—

Changmin yanked himself back, breathing hard as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Yunho said nothing, and his chest was heaving as they looked at each other, slightly bewildered and slightly angry. When the younger man said nothing, Yunho’s jaw tightened, and he pushed Changmin away, slammed his car door shut, and drove away.

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“You need to get laid.”

Yunho barely blinked at the words as Junsu walked in through his office, setting down the cup of coffee on his desk.

“What I need,” said the older man, hand automatically curling around the china, “is for that child to testify. If she testifies, then we’ve got this one in the bag.”

Junsu shrugged, eyes alight with liveliness. “Nah, still think you need to get laid.”

Yunho sighed, taking a moment to rub his eyes and shake himself out of the achy sleep deprivation that hung on his bones and joints. He felt split up; there was Yunho, hard-working and studious attorney, and there was other Yunho, a Yunho that couldn’t stop thinking about how Changmin felt against him, how the heat between them smoldered and sparked, and how fucking good it felt to kiss like that…

“Well then why don’t you go out tonight? Take a break and catch up with old friends, take a few shots…?” Junsu asked tentatively.

The idea was actually appealing to Yunho, if only for him to focus elsewhere and to leave his goddamn office.

“Sure,” he said offhandedly, and Junsu beamed, face lighting up as he quickly shuffled the papers together and left Yunho’s office.

[That Night]

“…And I said that it was completely worth it, but she didn’t buy it for a second, and to think…”

Yunho struggled to pay attention, but the man he was talking to was boring as fuck, and even though he felt bad about it, he still politely excused himself to the bathroom.

He stared at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands, noticing the pale skin and bags underneath his eyes. Who would understand? Who would know what it felt like to come home knowing I either freed an innocent man or sent him to jail?

As an attorney working in a firm, he had no authority to claim his clients or his cases; he was handed a client, a file, and was told to represent—and win—him or her in court. Sometimes he wondered if it was even worth it, whether he should have just gone into anthropology instead of following in his father’s footsteps.

He looked down, watching the water swirl around his hands before sliding down the drain. It’s worthless to think of what-might-have-been now; it’s already too late.

Slightly more downhearted than when he came in, Yunho walked out of the bathroom and headed towards his table, only to be stopped by a gentle touch on his back.

“Excuse me?”

Yunho whirled around, eyes falling on a woman with a small smile, big cheeks and large brown eyes. The bar was pretty full, so Yunho assumed that she mistook him for someone else.

Then she held out her hand and asked, “Jung Yunho?”

He nodded, watching her as he shook her hand, and said curiously, “I’m sorry, but do I know you?”

She chuckled, but for some reason, as the older man continued to stare at her, he noticed there was some serious and decisive behind her smiling, playful mask. Cautious, he waited for her to say something, and she did not disappoint.

“I noticed you walking in as I was sitting with my friends,” she said, pointing to a table of four a little bit further behind her as the three girls surrounding it talked and laughed, glancing at them ever so often. “And I just wanted to say a few words on the account of my employer, but not on his behalf.”

Rolling the words around in his head, Yunho narrowed his eyes at her curiously and replied, “I’m sorry, do I kn—”

She suddenly leaned forward, and Yunho stopped talking mid-sentence as she narrowed her gaze and her voice dropped all pleasantness. “Whatever it is that you’re doing with Changmin, you need to either finish it or drop it.”

Yunho gaped at her, open mouthed, because I was trying to get over him, and he’s fucking invading everything in my life and—

“He’s losing concentration,” she snapped, and Yunho pulled himself out of his thoughts, “and whatever it is that you guys have to do to get it out of your system—”

She’s serious, Yunho thought as he continued to listen, but she’s honestly worried.

“Fuck for all I care. He could use a little rough sex once in a while, those pansy boys…ahem.” She fidgeted, knowing she had gone off-topic.

Yunho almost choked as she said the words out loud because he didn’t even like him, that cocky fucker, and wait…pansy boys? He fools around with pansy trash? It didn’t sit well with him, and Yunho didn’t want to contemplate it, but for some reason the thought that Changmin was fucking around with some stupid pretty boy just didn’t sit well inside him.

“I don’t even kno—” Yunho started saying, but she cut him off with a hand and firm shake of her head.

“Just think about it okay? I’m sure this isn’t an unheard of phenomenon for you either,” she said dryly, her smile amused as she bowed slightly in respect and turned around, high heels clicking against the wooden floor as she sauntered over to her table.

The older man rubbed a hand over his face, wondering if he was thinking too much, or not enough.

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[Final Day of Hearing]

Yunho was running out of options, and they were going fast. He bit his lip, and his left leg shook with anticipation. Of what, Yunho didn’t know. He had laid out all his evidence to the judge, had talked and persuaded and tricked each and every witness into bending toward his side, and Changmin was only seconds away from finishing with the last one and—

BAM. The courtroom doors burst open as a woman, with similar facial features to Mrs. Kwong, came strolling up the aisle with Min-sung in tow. “She wants to testify,” huffed the woman, in an apparent rush.

Yunho was rising up, but Changmin snapped out, “Objection your honor. She—”

“Overruled, I’m interested in what she has to say. Bailiff, see to it that Miss Kwong safely reaches the stand as our final witness.” The judge nodded to the bailiff as Yunho glanced over at Changmin, the younger man’s expression telling him everything he wanted to know. Looks like you lost this one, he told the younger man in his smirk, but Changmin merely turned away, refusing to acknowledge him.

After that, everything fell into place, as Min-sung told the judge and jury, with stuttering and hesitant sentences, what exactly went on that night and how her father had actually treated both her and her mother. The entire jury nodded sympathetically and shook their head pityingly with each word spoken, and Yunho just ate it up.

He was glad when the judge finally pounded the gavel on the sound block and announced that the closing statements were set for tomorrow at the same time and place. Without it being said, Yunho already knew he won this case.

He was piling in all the paperwork in his briefcase when he felt a presence near him, and he just knew who it was; maybe it was the smell, sharp cinnamon and warm vanilla, or maybe it was the animosity that crackled between them. Whatever the reason was, Yunho just knew.

He glanced up and met Changmin’s eyes. The air between them thickened and the silence stretched. Changmin watched him with his chin turned up and his eyes narrowed.

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[A/N]: I'm glad you're enjoying this series guys :D! You could totally blame this on kurogoma- I am merely the hands that write - because of her amazing prompt. Comments and critiques are, as usual, loved, and the third (and final) part should be up soon :D!

If I Could Be (I Would Be Yours) [1/3]

2009-09-05T16:28:11Z

Title: If I Could Be (I Would Be Yours) [1/3]
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: G - NC-17
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren't. All terms/references from dictionary.law.com
Summary: Yunho is one of Seoul's top lawyers ever since he graduated from law school. Now, four years later, he's about to take on a case with an opposing lawyer who's quickly rising on top and making him question what and who he's fighting for.
Inspired by:kurogomawho gave me this idea of a lawyer!fic with opposing sides and it just got me hooked. It's completely her fault.
Beta'd by: the amazing sly_pantera (thank you!)

[A/N]: Now let's all pretend that Seoul's law system is similar to the U.S.... :D!

If I Could Be (I Would Be Yours)

“Now, in this contract—let’s label it exhibit A—did she or did she not sign and date it underneath your signature?” He showed the contract—stupid, stupid piece of paper—to both the jury and the judge before passing it to the bailiff. Yunho gritted his teeth as Changmin smiled, a smug, upward lip I-won smirk that grated on his nerves, before turning back to the witness.

The man leaned forward on the stand, sneering, and simply said, “She did.”

“Nothing further said.”

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“Fuck!” Yunho slammed the glass door behind him as he threw his papers on his desk, slipping off into the wastebasket and onto the floor. He rubbed his temples as he began pacing back and forth, the worn markings on the carpet indicating his habitual act. He tried to calm down but thoughts of that fucking jackass invaded his mind like some sort of disease, spreading and overriding his normal thought processes until his blood boiled and all he could come up with were ideas on how to demolish his composed and nonchalant demeanor.

Junsu slipped through the doors silently, drink in hand. As Yunho turned around sharply, the younger man thrust the drink into his hand, making a drinking motion with his own hands in the hope that Yunho would follow. Taking the hint, Yunho threw back his head and drank it in one shot, wincing at the bitter taste.

Yunho wanted to ask him what he had just drunk, but he didn’t think he could talk without cursing every other word. He breathed deeply instead, closing his eyes as he focused on in and out, in and out, in and—

[Flashback – 3 Weeks Ago]

Yoochun clasped Yunho’s right shoulder and pressed down as he said, “Don’t sweat it, okay? Just relax; you’ve got this one in the bag.” He patted Yunho’s shoulder once more before walking out, leaving Yunho in front of the closed doors of the courtroom to wait for his client. He fidgeted for a moment, fixing his tie and smoothing down his suit jacket, until he heard footsteps from down the hall.

He expected his client as he turned around, but Yunho was almost surprised as the opposing attorney walked down the hallway. Because of his tailored suit, Yunho could tell that his body was lean and his chest was wide, tapering down to narrow hips and long legs that made up more than half his body. His hair was close cropped to his head, and his eyes were obscured by dark plastic eye glasses that perched just at the bridge of his nose. But it was his lips that affected Yunho, lips turned up at one end in a smirk, exuding confidence as though he had already won the case.

The silence was still, and the air around them almost crackled as it sparked with tension. Neither of them was willing to break eye contact as they sized each other up. Yunho bristled with poorly-repressed anger as Changmin’s usually impassive face now seethed with annoyance.

It wasn’t until a gentle hand touched Yunho’s clenched fist that they broke apart from their strange game. He glanced off to the side and noticed his client and her daughter watching him.

His client smiled softly, nodding to the closed doors as if asking for permission. Yunho immediately took it upon himself to open the doors and let her in, with Changmin and his own client following close behind.

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“Objection, your honor!” Yunho slammed his palms on the desk, and Changmin hardly spared him a glance, his entire focus on the witness on stand.

“Objection overruled.” The judge waved a passive hand at the older man as he watched the proceedings with a keen eye. Gritting his teeth, Yunho sat back down, his left leg bobbing up and down as he covered his chin with his right hand and watched the younger boy.

“Now,” said Changmin, his voice gentle as if he were coaxing a child, “you’ve been together with your wife for how many years? Eleven, is that right?” The man nodded, glancing over to his wife, her face pale and her lower lip trembling, sitting next to Yunho.

“And on the day of October sixteenth, at eight pm, where were you?”

“In the kitchen, making a sandwich, which of course she couldn’t do, using the excuse that she was tired or some shit like that.” His wife turned to Yunho, shaking her head and mouthing no. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears. Yunho merely nodded reassuringly, but a part of himself became anxious that he might just lose this one.

“You were taking care of your child, am I correct? Min-sung? So while Min-sung was watching television, and you were making a sandwich, your wife came in and…

“…And she lifted up the kitchen knife and almost fucking killed me, that bit—”

“That’s enough,” Changmin interceded, stopping the man from talking any further. “Thank you for your time.”

By the time the court session had ended, Yunho was ready to kill something. Had he reflected further, he might have realized that, in the four years he’d been in his field, that had been the first time he was truly angry. His client, withdrawn as she shakily wrapped her shawl around herself, had shed a tear or two by the time they had stormed out.

“He was beating her—I couldn’t just let him treat her the same way he treats—”

“Shhh.” Yunho gently touched her arm as she leaned towards him. “I know,” he continued, “but the evidence isn’t enough and since your daughter won’t testify—”

“I can’t,” she whispered, turning to face him as she stood before her car. “What mother would have her daughter throw her father in prison, no matter how bad he is? She’s only ten, Mr. Jung, and I just—”

Yunho covered her clasped hands with his own, noting the way her hands shook. “I will do my best,” he assured softly. “If we can’t push this case, then we can re-file and try second-degree murder, but we will find him guilty and assure that you—”

She shook her head, cutting off Yunho’s words as she told him, “I don’t care about myself. I just…I just don’t want her to end up with him. If he takes custody of her, then I don’t—I don’t know what I’d do…”

Yunho grimaced, his hands still covering hers, as thoughts and plans and ideas about the case raced through his mind.

[End/Flashback]

Yunho opened his eyes and watched Junsu shuffled in and out, setting down boxes and files all over his room.

“And this,” he said, breathing heavy as he laid down a large cardboard box, “is everything I could find on second-degree murders, emancipation, and parens patriae, which I think you could still use, since her asthma counts as a disability.”

Yunho took one of the files laying on his desk and began to flip through it, concentrating on the subject at hand. “We can’t—not enough substantial evidence that her well-being as an asthma patient is in jeopardy.”

Junsu snorted, sitting on the floor as he began opening up the boxes and taking out the files. “Being with that asshole of a father is being in jeopardy, let me tell you that,” he muttered under his breath.

Yunho barely heard him, his eyes taking in page after page of files and cases and official statements. “We’ve already had two court days, and we only have two more to go before we do a closing statement. We need to find something, and we need to do it fast.”

Hours later, Yunho was still sitting in his chair, files scattered all around him, hands covered with black ink. His mug was half-filled with black coffee, and his dinner was left cold, perched on the corner of his desk. Junsu came in occasionally as the night wore on, mentioning different cases, refilling his mug with coffee, or simply massaging his shoulders.

[The Next Day]

“Sir.” Yunho shifted, mumbling something unintelligible as he sunk deeper into the couch and turned his back to the noise. Junsu leaned over him and shook his shoulder again. “Sir,” he said more urgently, “Yunho!”

“Wha—Did…?” Yunho jerked up, eyes half-lidded in sleep. He wiped the saliva on his cheek and rubbed his face with his hands in a futile attempt to wake himself up.

Yunho shifted and stood up on unsteady feet, yawning as he stretched. He’d hardly gotten any sleep; his crinkled suit and the dark rings beneath his eyes were evidence of that. He only opened his eyes when he reached out blindly, and Junsu pressed a mug of fresh coffee into his palm.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” Yunho asked. His voice was hoarse and deep as he took a sip from his mug, and his shoulders visibly relaxed as he inhaled the distinct scent. But with each sip, Yunho regained a little more of his senses, and his shoulders began to tense up again at thoughts about the case, the subject, and—

“Every day,” Junsu replied, grinning as Yunho followed him out the door. He was heading to his own desk outside Yunho’s office when he heard the older man’s voice.

“I want everything and anything you can find out about Shim Changmin—and I want it on my desk by this afternoon.”

Junsu raised an eyebrow at his employer, but Yunho ignored him as he slammed the door shut.

[A Few Hours Later]

“Shim Changmin, age twenty-four,” Junsu recited, watching Yunho with a small smile. Yunho merely eyed the computer screen as Junsu continued to list facts. “Graduated last year, has been on only a handful of cases, and has won every single one. LSAT score was 17…”

“Yes, yes,” Yunho snapped, cutting off the rest of Junsu’s words, “so he’s a clever rookie with a lucky streak, so what?”

Junsu sniffed, spinning his chair around to turn his back to the older man. “Don’t get snide with me. I’m on your side. Plus,” he said, and he whirled around again, facing Yunho with an infectious grin, “I’m not the one having romantic issues around here.”

“It’s not a romantic issue,” barked the older man, turning away from Junsu’s desk. “The kid just gets under my skin, that’s all. Cocky mother fucker—”

Junsu returned to work, his smile widening. “Whatever you say, boss. Whatever you say.”

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To claim Shim Changmin always knew what he was doing was a complete lie. However, to say that he was intelligent, that he won his first few cases through hard work and determination rather than beginners’ luck, and to say that he walked out of his house everyday with sheer self-confidence was the absolute truth.

He was idealistic. It was reality that made him who he was today, reality with its clear cut conclusions and its harsh condemnations that made him turn to Plato when Socrates and his idiotic questions couldn’t help him.

But for some reason Changmin just couldn’t get him out of his mind. Where’s Plato when you need him? Oh wait—maybe he’d just say that he was an illusion of his ideal self and not worth thinking about…

“Changmin? Changmin…?” Bom snapped her fingers in front of the younger man’s face. “Changmin!”

“Wha—?!” Changmin immediately broke out of his thoughts, and he turned to look at his assistant.

“Pay attention,” she said sternly, “I haven’t seen you this lost in a while. Are you sure you’re alright?” She’d been with him ever since he joined his firm, and everyone in the building knew that she took care of him like a little brother.

“I’m fine,” Changmin replied irritably, as he glanced down at the files, still unopened, on his desk. “It’s just—he looks at me like…like…”

“Like every other college student did when you graduated with top marks? Or the assholes in this firm who still think you don’t belong here?” she supplied. Changmin scowled but nodded, knowing full well that she was right. She smiled to herself, shaking her head as she picked up the coffee pot and poured some into a mug before adding milk and sugar. “I thought you treated him like you treat every opposing attorney?”

“I did,” he said, “but he’s exactly the type of person that I hate—he probably thinks the law can be easily bended to his whim. I bet he’s laughing to himself right now, thinking he’s going to win this one without breaking a sweat.” Irritably, Changmin ran a hand through his air as he mumbled, “…not gonna let that happen though… asshole’s going to break more than sweat after I’m done with him…”

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*Second Degree Murder: A non-premeditated killing, resulting from an assault in which death of the victim was a distinct possibility.
*Emancipation: Freeing a minor child from the control of parents and allowing the minor to live on his/her own or under the control of others.
*Parens patriae: The term for the doctrine that the government is the ultimate guardian of all people under a disability, especially children, whose care is only "entrusted" to their parents.

[A/N]: Well, this was certainly interesting to write :D! I researched most of the references, but if there's anything I'm mistaken about, please don't hesitate to tell me. Comments and questions/critiques are loved :)!

I think (I need this)

2009-08-16T00:06:29Z

The "You Should Write..." Meme!
my thread here

Because I would love to know what you guys think I should write/finish up next :DD

Because of You [Chapter 26B]

2009-08-15T01:20:07Z

Title: Because of You [Chapter 26B/26]
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: JaeMin
Rating: R (Lemon)
Warning: Delinquent!Jae and Uke!Min = Smex / Language
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren't.
Summary: Min is a simple boy who was rejected by his first love. However, when he agrees to tutor a delinquent, his life turns upside down in ways he never wished it would.
Previous: [Master Post] / [Chapter 25 A] / [Chapter 25B]

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Chapter 26B

“Do you have any idea what you’re saying? This is not same game Jaejoong, I won’t allow it,” spat Chin-Hwa, as he stared at his son from behind the mahogany desk. Jaejoong shrugged his shoulders, his body the epitome of casual reluctance to be where he was now.

“I frankly don’t care what you allow or what you don’t. It doesn’t matter to me.” His voice was low, eyes half-lidded, but his hands were slightly clenched and his body began to tighten from underneath his shirt.

Chin-Hwa angrily opened his mouth, but closed it in order to gain control of his rage. When he finally spoke, his voice was cold, with no hint of sympathy, “He will make you make you weak. I will not let you make a mockery of what I have spent my life on—if this company fails, you would do best to know that you will not be the one targeted first.”

Jaejoong’s voice was still calm when he spoke, showcasing nothing of what he felt, “You’re right.” His eyes stared into his father’s before he looked down, raising his clenched fists high enough for his father to see. “For years I’ve had my hands clenched like this and to this day I still don’t know what I’m fighting. You? The rest of the fucking world? Me? And yeah,” Jaejoog said, as he swallowed, his jaw taut, “You are right. But the thing is, I was weak, and—” he paused for a moment before continuing, “I was alone—and…we have to learn to be weak, to find out how strong we can really become, right? If I remember correctly, those were your words, were they not?”

Jaejoong stepped forward, anger radiating out from his body as he placed his hands on the table, his body hunched over the desk. He stared into his father’s face, his eyes cold and a complete replica of his father’s but his voice spoken slowly and with an undercurrent of fury. “I swear that if you touch one fucking hair on his head, this company will only be the beginning of what I will destroy.”

Chin-Hwa said nothing.

Jaejoong stormed out of the building, slamming his father’s office doors as several of the employees bowed to him, having been working with him for several weeks. Jaejoong ignored all of them as he walked out, his body only relaxing as he settled into the first seat of his car. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he calmed down and his heart beat settled. He slid a hand into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone, dialing one of the few numbers he knew by heart.

“Hey,” the older boy said, as he pulled out of the parking lot, “What are you doing right now?”

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[Several Weeks Later]

The principal walked around his school slowly, noticing the club and sport activities going on as he stepped on the school pathway, his eyes drifting to the trees surrounding it. Almost summer time, and yet the flowers are still blossoming…He strolled down the pathway until he heard someone say his name. Turning around, he smiled at his secretary as she approached him.

“Sir,” she said hesitantly, clutching several papers in her right hand, “I was doing the student graduating lists and…” she paused for a moment before stiffening her shoulders and continuing, “…and well, about Kim Jaejoong…”

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Changmin groaned as he ran through the school field, grass and mud sticking to the bottom of his shoes as he prayed that he wouldn’t be horribly late. It takes a while to call out all the names right? I probably missed nothing, he thought, to reassure himself. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t know he was heading towards someone until he crashed into him, his shoes slipping against the gravel pathway lining up to the school doors as he fell backwards.

A hand appeared in front of him, helping him up. “Sorry I’m—” Changmin stopped talking as he looked up to see who it was.

[Flashback]

Piling his books together and slipping them back inside his backpack, Min was about to get up, but a hand appeared in front him, as the other hand held his map.

“Lost?” The older boy was smiling as he helped Min stand up, Min staring at him quietly. “Y-yea…I’m not sure where my class is…” Min blushed, the red creeping up into his skin, his cheeks as he looked to the floor, shy and unsure how to treat the older classman.

“Don’t worry, it gets easier after a while.” Turning the map over, Yunho smiled when he say the class number.

[End/Flashback]

“Hey,” said Yunho, as he helped the younger boy up. He’s grown taller, Changmin thought, as he brushed the gravel off his pants, and he’s more…serious? Mature? Changmin could only stare as he watched the older boy, remembering old memories and past meetings.

“Hi,” he said softly, searching Yunho’s eyes. The older boy was calm, his body relaxed as he met his first love. “Let me guess,” Yunho said, a smile touching the corners of his mouth, “you’re heading towards the gymnasium.”

Changmin could only nod, silent as he watched the older boy. He glanced down at the ground first before meeting Yunho’s eyes again, straight forward. “How are you?” he asked, a million questions packed in three simple words. Yunho stood quiet for a moment until he too, nodded.

“Good,” he said and this time, his smile was wider, fuller and Changmin grinned back. “It’s been an interesting year,” he continued, and Changmin chuckled lightly, “but yeah, I’m good.” Now, but Yunho knew he didn’t have to say the rest. It was different, this feeling, and even though it wasn’t strong—there was hurt mixed in, with a sense of something lost but regardless…It’s going to be okay, Yunho thought, looking at Changmin once again, yeah, it’ll be alright.

“I have to go,” said Changmin his hand awkwardly pointing to the gymnasium, “but it…it was nice meeting you.” It was, he thought as they exchanged smiles one last time before the younger boy picked up his pace and ran towards the gym, it was.

Yunho watched him go, memories running through his mind as he slowly turned around and walked the opposite way, his hands in his pockets as he followed the pathway down, the trees surrounding it giving him shade from the sun. He was heading towards the school parking lot when he heard shouting. Curious, he walked around the bend and noticed several guys, sophomores, I think, surrounding a girl.

Eyes furrowing, Yunho was about to step in when he overheard the conversation, and as the girl spoke, the older boy stopped short.

“I’m warning you!” Her voice was loud, and although she was shorter than all of them, she stood up to her fullest height, her eyes blazing. “If you come one step closer, I will kick your asses, don’t think I won’t. I’m a black belt at karate and taekwondo.”

One of the guys stepped closer, and Yunho automatically did the same thing, but the girl raised her arms, and another guy pulled the man up front away, saying, “She’s not even worth it.” She narrowed her eyes, but the rest of the guys soon followed suit, shaking their heads. She stared at them for a few more seconds but soon turned away. As she looked up, she noticed Yunho.

The older boy raised his hands in mock defeat as she narrowed her eyes again and said nonchalantly, “I was just passing through, promise.” She stared at him, but then flipped her hair with her right hand as she said proudly, “Well, you better be, because I wasn’t kidding back there—I am black belt at martial arts.” She raised her head, but as she pulled her hands into her jacket pockets, Yunho noticed that they were trembling.

“And I’m sure you are,” he said amused, “but you do look, if you don’t mind me saying, a bit lost.” He tilted his head and smiled slightly, watching her as she blushed slightly.

“Yeah well,” she said hurriedly, “I was just…just looking around,” she continued voice quick but still hesitant at certain pauses. “I’m going here next year, and well…I just wanted to check it,” she finished somewhat slowly. She glanced away, cursing herself in her thoughts as she squared her shoulders and began to walk towards, and past, Yunho.

The older boy followed behind her for a few short minutes, and as she turned around to face him, her mouth scowling, he put his hands up again. “Just wanted to put out a few things you might want to know before school starts.” She looked at him warily, dropping all pretenses as she looked into his eyes curiously.

“Why?” she asked, her words a question, “Who are you?”

Jung Yunho. Captain of the football team. Student body president. Soon to be senior. Someone who lost his first love. “Yunho,” he said, finally settling on simply saying, “Just—Yunho.”

“Well,” she said, awkward and fidgeting again as she continued, “thank you for your help, but I’m…I’m meeting my boyfriend and well, since he goes here,” she took a second before speaking again and Yunho had to purse his lips so that he wouldn’t chuckle, “he’ll show me everything.” She nodded, more to herself that him, “Yeah, and…and he’s the student body president!” she announced. “So, he probably knows more than you know, you.”

“Really,” he said, his hands crossing over his chest, as he covered his mouth with his hand to hide his smile. He was interested in her for some reason that he wasn’t exactly sure of, she’s this mix of shy and fierce and somehow that’s…interesting. “The student body president huh? Wow, I would have never thought you two would be together.”

“Yeah,” she nodded more convincingly, “He likes me a lot you know,” she pointed out. Yunho was silent for a moment, before dropping his hands and walking up to her. “Yeah,” he said, as he stepped one step closer and she took a step back. He raised his hand as she flinched, but he merely brushed the flower petals and blossoms that fell on her hair.

“He might,” he said, and he was so close that he could see each eyelash on her eyes. She looked down for a moment before looking up again, refusing to back down. “No, he really does.” She put her hands on her hips, “So,” she breathed out, “thank you but no.”

They stood there for another second, eye to eye, his chest nearly touching hers but Yunho stepped back, his eyes never leaving her face. “Fine, I’ll go on my way and leave you to yours miss…”

“Bom,” she said, “Park Bom actually, because that’s the way you should address me and thank you…Something Yunho.” She watched him for few more seconds before quickly turning away and hurrying towards the school doors. He stared at her retreating back, smiling, and thought, I guess…this year might be as, if not more, interesting than last year.

He started towards the parking lot again but glanced back at the school and grinned before turning back around and strolling towards his car.

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“Han Chul…Han—”

Good, made it just in time. Changmin walked up towards the middle of the gym tiers and climbing up the stairs, he apologized as he pushed through the sitting crowd until he finally reached his mother.

“Where have you been?” she said, trying to speak over the applause. Changmin only shook his head as his reply and continued to push past his mother. He smiled when she took the hand of the man next to her, and nodded to Young Jun as he finally reached Junsu.

“Saved you a spot,” said Junsu, sliding over as the crowd applauded again, another student steeping up onto the dais.

“Kim Dong-Sun…” He bowed to the woman next to Junsu, smiling as Jaejoong’s mother mouthed thank you, and finally looked down at the men and women seated below him.

“Kim Iseul…Kim Jaejoong…” The crowd applauded loudly, Changmin being one of them, as Jaejoong walked down and finally onto the platform, his body laid-back and relaxed as he received his diploma and shook hands with the school diplomats. When he finally reached the last school official, the principal laid a hand over their handshake, and said, “I’m proud of you, son, we had no doubts.”

And for the first time in a while, Jaejoong had nothing to say. He bowed his head down slightly, knowing full well that without this man his life would have been completely different, and walked down the dais and to his seat slowly as the next name was called. He looked up at the tiers and automatically finding Changmin’s gaze, the older boy smirked.

As the graduation ceremony wore on, Jaejoong would find his gaze shifting towards Changmin’s and younger boy would find himself doing the same. It’s been a while, the younger boy thought, as he watched Jaejoong holding his diploma tightly in his lap, but even now, weeks later, we’re still together and I—

Jaejoong looked up again, part in reassurance, part in habit and Changmin smiled softly, I love him.

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“Where is he?” Soo Jin searched around the massive crowd surrounding her for her son, as Junsu, as he stood at the bottom of the tier and walked through the gowned students, searched for Jaejoong.

Where’s Changmin? Soo Jin thought as her eyes looked this way and that on the school grounds.

Where’s Jaejoong? Junsu thought, as he continued to stay inside the gymnasium and walked up towards the now empty seats, where did he go?

It was late afternoon, and as the students slowly dispersed with their families, Jaejoong and Changmin watched the setting sun from the school rooftop. They leaned against the door wall, pressed against each other, with their heads slightly tilted and their hands entwined.

It was quiet and as they watched the sun slowly dip down, a gust of wind went through them, fluttering their hair and gently breezing over their clasped hands.

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[A/N]: I feel…content? Happy? I can’t exactly explain it because I have too much going around/inside me to properly label it.

AND I’M SORRY FOR LYING \O/! Really, I know I promised I would reply back, but ;___;! Guys, this is the last chapter and the next one will be the epilogue—I have a million and a half things to say to you but I want to properly tell you in the epilogue. I’d still love to hear what you guys thought though, because idk guys, seeing the 26/26 on the chapter title is getting to me XD (and of course, fyi, I love you guys <333)

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Because of You [Chapter 26A]

2009-08-15T01:12:57Z

Title: Because of You [Chapter 26A/26]
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: JaeMin
Rating: R (Lemon)
Warning: Delinquent!Jae and Uke!Min = Smex / Language
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren't.
Summary: Min is a simple boy who was rejected by his first love. However, when he agrees to tutor a delinquent, his life turns upside down in ways he never wished it would.
Previous: [Master Post] / [Chapter 25 A] / [Chapter 25B]

[A/N]: For once I just....don't have anything to say, really ♥

Changmin woke up slowly, his eyes adjusting to the dim light as he realized it was still dark out, and was about to settle in back to sleep when he noticed an arm thrown over his chest and a hand entwined with his. Gently running a thumb over their joined fingers, he smiled, closing his eyes as he felt Jaejoong breathe behind him, knowing that here, in this bed with its scorch marks and simple sheets, in this apartment, with him—here is where he belongs.

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Chapter 26A

Jaejoong opened his eyes slowly against the sunlight that lit up his entire room and fell in shade on the two bodies entangled in bed. His body, warm and pliant against Changmin’s, refused to move as the older boy scrunched his eyes in effort to block out the sun.

It’s loud; he realized, it’s loud in here. Jaejoong could hear Changmin’s even breaths, could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the way his body moved slightly in semi-awareness. The older boy’s eyes flickered open as he took in the sight of the younger boy in his arms.

[Flashback]

“Whenever I see you get hurt, whenever I see your scars or wrap your wounds like last night… It hurts me too / It doesn’t matter to me if you’re adopted / I was happy when you called me last night / I want to help you / I want to be your friend”

It’s too quiet. The older boy put on the music loud, trying to forget the nosiness, the talking, the laughing. But as he settled in at night, closing his eyes, Jae dreamed about Changmin’s worried eyes, his anger at him getting hurt, the way he fussed over him, his gentle hands.

[End/Flashback]

Fuck, Jaejoong thought, I think I’m screwed over. He knew, he knew, that whatever’s going on with him and Changmin wasn’t going to leave anytime soon. The older boy traced the younger boy’s facial features with his finger; nose, cheeks, jaw, barely touching the younger boy’s face, as he spoke against the heady silence.

“I hope you’re gonna take responsibility for this, you know,” he said dryly. Changmin unconsciously leaned toward him, body curling up against his frame and Jaejoong could only scowl at the universe as it fucked with him. “I want you to skip class and go to the rooftop because that’s the only way I’m coming back to school, and if there’s something going on in your life, you better tell me about it or else I’m gonna kick your ass, and I want sex every night. You heard me? Every night.”

Changmin’s facial structure remained the same; his eyes were closed as his lips formed a slight smile, and his expression was relaxed and content and so goddamn happy that Jaejoong knew he wasn’t just screwed over now, it’s for fucking life, he thought. His scowl deepened as he spoke out loud, “To hell with every night. Twenty-four seven now, okay? In the bed, against the wall, on the table, down on the floor…”

Provoked with the lack of response from the younger boy, Jaejoong lifted his head and leaned forward, his lips only a breath away from Changmin’s when the younger boy opened his eyes and stared into Jaejoong’s. The older boy froze; his body still above Changmin’s.

Changmin’s voice was hoarse, scratchy as he said, “Only if you promise not to leave again.” His words were light, and spoken with a smile, but as Jaejoong searched Changmin’s eyes, he realized that it wasn’t just some joke to him, that the younger boy was scared. There was trepidation in Changmin’s eyes, trepidation and apprehension that one day Jaejoong’s going to walk out on him, that he’s going to leave—again.

Jaejoong knew, as he gently cupped Changmin’s face, that this would the time when he should say something comforting and promising; something that would assure Changmin that after everything they’ve gone through, the only time he’s ever going to leave would be when life on earth would get too fucking boring. But he’s just not that type of guy, and Changmin wouldn’t buy that bullshit for a second.

Instead, Jaejoong tilted his head and kissed him, lips against lips with enough pressure that they both sank into it within a second; soft and slick kisses with teeth and tongue that said something along the lines of, how the hell can I leave you when I love you so fucking much?

And Changmin’s kiss, as the younger boy’s arms went around Jaejoong’s neck and his body immersed into the mattress, said something along the lines of, I’m scared that when I wake up tomorrow, like all the other days of this week, it’ll be alone with remnants of dreams. When they finally broke apart, Changmin didn’t say a word and Jaejoong pressed his forehead against the younger boy’s, gently rubbing his cheek with his thumb.

They shared the air between them as Jaejoong’s lips slightly turned up, his smirk gentler and leaning towards a smile as he spoke out loud, “Guess that means you’re going to have to spend the night here again. And this time? We have to work even harder than last night.”

Changmin’s mouth broke out into a widening smile as he laughed, eyes mismatching as Jaejoong’s arms went around the younger boy’s waist and ruffled the sheet underneath them. He turned him over, going on his back as Changmin gasped and fell onto his chest, legs spreading and tightening around his hips as the younger boy fought for balance.

“Wha…?” What was meant to be a reply was cut off as Changmin’s body shuddered, the ache in between his legs overriding the throbbing pain of his lower back, a burning deep pulse that left him shaking as he bowed his head and pushed his hands against Jaejoong’s chest, his mind whirling with memories.

[Flashback]

[End/Flashback]

Changmin gave out a shaky breath, a gust of air escaping his swollen lips, bitten and indented with teeth marks, as he tried to get himself in control. He could feel Jaejoong’s come still inside him, sticky and itchy within and around his thighs, sliding down now that he was moving, now that Jaejoong held him on top.

[Flashback]

His arms flew and grabbed onto the headboard as Jaejoong slammed back inside him again, his cock pushing against Changmin’s sides and striving in deep, opening him up and staying there, thick and hard and right up in his throat, in his stomach and Changmin breathed out whimpers, moans sliding out like the cock inside him as his thighs stretched and his hips pushed down.

[End/Flashback]

“Hey.” Changmin’s eyes flew open as he looked straight into Jaejoong’s. The older boy’s eyebrow was raised and his voice sounded amused, almost fond. “I know…” he paused for a moment, and Changmin didn’t have to hear him say it because he saw it, could feel it, because that’s it, right? Our relationship isn’t—never was—made up of words or confessions but rather, body language and expressions…the realistic parts of our lives that decided—our bodies that decided, to show two very stubborn people, that somehow…

“We—I—didn’t really go easy last night, and it must hurt like fucking hell, I mean, my own cock seems to be broken and—”

Somehow, we belong together. This time Changmin kissed him, soft licks inside his mouth with a hint of tongue and composed of benediction, of words of endearment and devotion that filled Jaejoong up and left the younger boy flushing, the tips of ear turning red as he quietly moved away.

“It’s going to be okay,” Changmin whispered and Jaejoong heard it for what it was—not now, today but tomorrow and maybe later.

He snorted, sliding out from underneath the younger boy as he gently turned Changmin over onto his back. His feet padded across the room silently to where his jeans lay on the floor and as he slid them on, zipping up and sliding in his belt, Changmin watched him wearily, knowing full well there was no way he could achieve that much strength and agility anytime soon.

Jaejoong caught his eye and watched the younger boy stare at him, body half-caught in the sheets as a perchance of modesty. “Now that we’ve had our moment,” he mused sarcastically as Changmin smiled, because Jaejoong could only be Jaejoong, and I doubt there’s anyone else like him. “We should figure out what to do about breakfast, since I wasn’t really expecting someone else, let alone having to feed me after all that exercise…” His voice faded out as Jaejoong walked to the kitchen, jeans slung low over his hips with his hair mussed as though he raked a hand through it.

Changmin settled down back in bed, content, when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

Nothing. Jaejoong closed the refrigerator door, and then opened it again, in hopes that he missed something edible in the vast emptiness of his fridge. Shit. He looked around, his head turning this way and that, but the dishes were piled high in his sink and there were only crumbs on his table and kitchen counters.

He scratched the back of his head, his hand sliding down and resting behind the nape of his neck as he finally acknowledged that there was nothing to eat. Walking back to his room, Jaejoong stopped short of going further then the threshold and said, “Well since there’s nothing in the fridge, we must as well or—”

Changmin turned his neck around slowly as he looked up at Jaejoong from the foot of the bed. He was leaning down on his knees, his feet collapsed against the wood with a sheet hastily thrown over his body and he was holding, with shaking hands, a tattered picture. A picture that was ripped and tapped and bent and put together in desperate hopes that it could stay together.

Eyes wet, Changmin opened his mouth, but no words came out. I don’t know what to say… Nameless emotions built up inside him like a typhoon wave, leaving his mind only with the thought of Jaejoongjaejoongjaejoong. “I—”

His voice was breaking as he started to speak, eyes wistful and a small smile on his face, “I—hoped, you know? But I didn’t, I d-didn’t know, I wanted to—wanted to believe that somehow you…you love—”

Jaejoong was in front of him in seconds, crossing the room and leaning down on one knee as they faced each other, eye to eye. “How long?” croaked Changmin. How long did you have this picture, how long did you suffer, alone, in this room? For how long did you…

He glanced down at the picture, with its crinkled edges and torn middle, and said, very quietly, so much so that Changmin had to strain his ears to hear him, “Before…when…when it became us, instead of—instead of just me.”

[Flashback]

“It wasn’t because of you,” Jae said shortly, eyes roaming around.

“I know,” said Junsu, continuing to smile. It was because of him right?

[End/Flashback]

“I don’t say it often,” Jaejoong continued, louder this time and as a remembrance of last night, as a single tear slipped down Changmin’s cheek, leaving a watery trail, “so you better appreciate it, okay? And I don’t want you wasting tears on this kinda shit—if you’re gonna cry, then it better on your hands and knees, cause—.” He caught the tear with his forefinger, catching it before it dripped onto the wooden floor, and stopped short when Changmin threw his arms around him and buried his face in the older boy’s neck.

Awkwardly, Jaejoong pulled his arms around the younger boy, and was stiff for a second, before relaxing into his embrace and pulling him snug against his chest. It’s easy; it’s always easy when I’m with him—it’s like I’m learning all over again. He could feel Changmin’s heart beating, felt his own match his pulse for pulse as the younger boy tightened his hold and breathed in deep. Hesitantly, Jaejoong raised his right arm and brought it gently behind the younger boy’s head, touching it for a moment before burying his hand in Changmin hair and bringing the boy even closer. When, he thought, as he closed his eyes and looked up, did I become such a fucking pussy that something like this could completely undo me? Fuck.

“Now,” said Jaejoong, voice low and quiet as they pulled apart, glancing down before looking straight at Changmin again, “we should think about doing something about breakfast, since knowing you, you’re probably hungry as hell.”

Changmin smiled, tilting his head and said ruefully, “I’m not that hungry…I mean—” Jaejoong snorted, and Changmin grinned outright again, feeling light, as if I’m watching the sea now that the storm is past, he thought as he cupped Jaejoong’s face and leaned in, and I’m not afraid to stand right at the edge of the cliff, Jaejoong’s eyes flickered down at Changmin’s lips before meeting his eyes, because I know that if I step one step closer…

He’ll be right there beside me, and for some reason, at the end of the day—it’ll be okay.

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[Go to Part B >>]

Because of You [Master Post]

2009-08-13T22:18:40Z

Because of You

>> Poster Made by Pinkfluffies <<

>> Character List <<

>> Plagiarism Warning by Pinkfluffies <<
>> Original Soundtrack <<

Pairings: (Main) Jaejoong/Changmin (Side) Junsu/Yoochun, Junki/Se7en, Changmin/Yunho, Jaejoong/OCs

Ratings: NC-17 / R for language, explicit scenes, and violence

Disclaimer: The plot is originally mine but the characters are not. I do not condone any actions or illegal acts that may be present, nor do I support them in real life; this is merely a fragment of my imagination.

Summary: Changmin is a simple boy who was rejected by his first love. However, when he agrees to tutor a delinquent, his life turns upside down in ways he never wished it would.

Chapters: 26 + Epilogue

[Chapter 1] / [Chapter 2] / [Chapter 3] / [Chapter 4] / [Chapter 5] / [Chapter 6A] / [Chapter 6B] / [Chapter 7] / [At a Glance - YooSu SideStory] / [Chapter 8] / [Chapter 9] / [Chapter 10] / [Chapter 11A] / [Chapter 11B] / [Chapter 12] / [Chapter 13] / [Chapter 14] / [Chapter 15A] / [Chapter 15B] / [Chapter 16A] / [Chapter 16B] / [Chapter 17] / [Chapter 18] / [Chapter 19A] / [Chapter 19B] / [Chapter 20A] / [Chapter 20B] / [Chapter 21A] / [Chapter 21B] / [Chapter 22A] / [Chapter 22B] / [Chapter 22C] / [Chapter 23A] / [Chapter 23B] / [Interlude i. & Interlude ii.] / [Chapter 24A] / [Chapter 24B] / [Chapter 25A] / [Chapter 25B] / [Chapter 26A] / [Chapter 26B] / [Epilogue]

This is dedicated to all my friends at LJ. If it weren't for you guys, I would have never made it this far. Thank You. ♥

Found Myself;

2009-08-12T18:46:39Z

Chapter 26 should be up very soon ♥
Faster than the last chapter, ne? ;D
The master post will also be posted, because there are a lot of chapters and a master post just makes things much, much easier for me (and for you guys!)

There are a lot of well, surprises and such, and I hope you guys like it, because I do *laughs*
But yeah, I'm pretty much beta-ing it right now, so expect it either tonight or in a few days, promise :D

If you guys have any questions, please don't hesitate to message me, I'll do my best to reply <3

Because, Yeah.

2009-08-03T16:50:06Z

Keep The Faith ♥

Because of You [Chapter 25B]

2009-06-18T21:27:09Z

Title: Because of You [Chapter 25/?]
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: JaeMin
Rating: R (Lemon)
Warning: Delinquent!Jae and Uke!Min = Smex / Language
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren't.
Summary: Min is a simple boy who was rejected by his first love. However, when he agrees to tutor a delinquent, his life turns upside down in ways he never wished it would.
Previous: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6A] [Chapter 6B] [Chapter 7] [At a Glance - YooSu SideStory] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11A] [Chapter 11B] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15A] [Chapter 15B] [Chapter 16A] [Chapter 16B] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] [Chapter 19A] [Chapter 19B] [Chapter 20A] [Chapter 20B] [Chapter 21A] [Chapter 21B] [Chapter 22A] [Chapter 22B] [Chapter 22C] [Chapter 23A] [Chapter 23B] [Interlude i. & Interlude ii.] [Chapter 24A] [Chapter 24B]

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Chapter 25B

“No,” Jaejoong spoke finally, harshly and with his lip curling, “you can’t just wake up the next fucking day and walk away like that, we’re not—we’re not going through this fucking shithole we’ve been in for the past couple of weeks again, I can’t—no,” he breathed. “I don’t care if you—if you regret it, if you’re angry at me, because I’ll wait, I’ll fucking wait until you get over it because I’m not letting you go. You get that? I’m. Not. Letting. You. Go.” Each word was spoken out callously, but Changmin was still smiling, holding himself very still, as if the older boy would move away with any sudden movement.

Jaejoong lifted his hand from around Changmin’s waist and slid them over to his heart. When, he realized, as Changmin was tall enough to stare straight into his eyes, when did this grow so much, when did he grow so much—that now he can completely take over me? That he can take me in, swallow me—

Changmin lifted Jaejoong’s hand, and brought it to his mouth as the older boy stood frozen.

—without a fight, and unknowingly to the last fucking second, I’ve lost to him—

His breath settled across the webs of Jaejoong’s fingers as the younger boy finally kissed the center of his palm.

Entirely .

At that second, Jaejoong completely lost his control.

He slammed his lips against Changmin’s as his hand cradled the back of the younger boy’s head. Changmin opened up instantly, lips swiftly parting against the wet probing of his tongue, as Jaejoong handled the younger boy’s head where he wanted it and drove in deep.

There was so much going on and all at once—Changmin could still smell Jaejoong’s cologne, spicy and fragrant and his own personal smell underneath, he could feel the soft warmth of Jaejoong’s lips on his, the pressure of his teeth against his as they kissed hard and desperate. He could feel the older boy’s tongue, inside, slicking it along his own teeth, dirty and hot and frantic. He kissed back just as desperately, sliding a leg in between Jaejoong’s as the older boy gave out a wild whine and pulled him hip to hip and chest to chest, without an inch of air between them.

When they finally let up for air, Changmin was breathing hard, saliva sliding down the corner of his lip as he stared at the older boy with glazed eyes.

“Jaejoong,” he whispered, hands wrapped around his neck, the bottom of his lip gently touching Jaejoong’s as he breathed out his name, an endearment and prayer all rolled in one breath.

Jaejoong merely gripped the younger boy more tightly, forcing him to wrap his legs around the older boy as he stumbled backwards, muttering words into Changmin’s skin, near his cheek, on his jaw, inside the juncture of his neck. He tripped when they reached the edge of the living room and crashed on his back, causing Changmin to fall on top of him, his legs straddling the older boy.

Changmin tried to move away, but Jaejoong growled, “Where are you going?” and yanked him back on top of him, canting him until he was right on top. It was dark out, at some point at night that Jaejoong couldn’t remember, with only a few shards of moonlight and city lights from the windows illuminating the younger boy’s face.

Jaejoong went motionless as the world around them froze at a standstill, the beats of their heart thunder to their ears as the breaths from their mouths evened out. He didn’t realize he had a question in his eyes, an uncertainty that clouded his face and left his life in the balance, because it’s not only about us now—it’s everything, until Changmin slid down and kissed him gently.

It was sloppy, and messy, with tongues clashing and sliding against each other, with lips pushed and caressed and licked and when Changmin lifted up his head, Jaejoong knew, he knew.

Yes.

The older boy got up from the floor; Changmin’s legs still wrapped his waist, his mouth slippery wet heat against his collar, his skin peeking out from his shirt, his jaw. He half-carried, half-dragged him into the room, barely making it from the soft rubs of skin against skin and muffled kisses, and slams against the wall as Changmin desperately tried to hold on, his jean clad leg sliding down Jaejoong’s ever so often.

The younger boy groaned as he was pushed flush against the wall outside Jaejoong’s bedroom, hitching his leg over the older boy’s hip as he felt Jaejoong’s hands roam against his body, his shirt lost somewhere in the distance between the living room and bedroom as they grinded against each other, bruises imprinting themselves on their skins.

He was burning up with this fever, and it consumed him, made him gasp and whine and hitch his breath, until they finally stumbled near the older boy’s bed. A shirt was carelessly thrown on top it, and Changmin merely tilted his head as he noticed the scorch marks on the side.

“You burned your bed,” he said softly, grinning into a wide smile as it broke over the air, broke over the heat of their frantic touches. Jaejoong merely cupped his cheeks and kissed him with both hands, cradling his face in the gentlest way he knew how, drawing out whimpers and easing the younger boy through it.

“Jaejoong,” Changmin spoke against the older boy’s lips, shallow breaths mingling, nearly laughing now as his entire face lighted up and he grinned uncontrollably, “You burned your bed.” Jaejoong chuckled, low and dark and merely pushed the younger boy, tumbling on the bed and rolling until Changmin was trapped underneath the older boy’s body, covered inch by inch.

Changmin stopped laughing, as his chest pushed up and his stomach tightened with pleasure, the air between them sparking with this thing of theirs, this indescribable fire that flickered and ignited and kindled with every emotion they felt, with every breath they shared.

He glanced up, eyelashes open, and Jaejoong pulled them closer together again, hands on his body as Changmin’s fingers slid softly in the hair at the back of the older boy’s neck. He kissed him again, with sucks and small bites against Changmin’s bottom lip, before sitting up and sliding off his shirt, his hands falling on the younger boy’s belt as he drew out his pants and followed suit soon after.

Changmin gasped breathlessly, his voice torn from his body as Jaejoong kissed him messily on his chest, the younger boy’s hands buried in Jaejoong’s hair as he slid down, his mouth leaving a wet trail on the younger boy’s feverish skin. Shivering, Changmin tried to hold back his voice, biting down on his lip as Jaejoong began licking one of his nipples, sucking and tugging at it as if it was a girl’s, all tongue and teeth. Wet and red, he turned his attention to the older one, but not before kissing Changmin swiftly and speaking a smoky, “let me hear your voice—” near the shell of his ear.

Changmin was gone.

He moaned, unconsciously spreading his legs as Jaejoong settled in between, precome pooling wet under his navel. Jaejoong slid up, eyes dark and intent as he watched the younger boy.

“Please, Jaejoong, please—” Voice raw and hoarse, lips swollen, Changmin trembled against the intensity of his gaze. Arousal flooded through his body, but Jaejoong shook his head sharply.

“No,” he said, his voice low, so low, “wanna—I wanna watch you spread your…yeah,” he said, rough as Changmin spread his legs even further, begs and moans sliding from his mouth as the older boy’s eyes slid half-shut, dangerous and dark.

He palmed Changmin’s thighs, feeling them tense underneath his hands as he went down and Changmin thought for a split second that he was going to suck him until he felt Jaejoong’s breath on his skin, damp and warm, and then his tongue inside his hole. He threw back his head and moaned, “oh…oh,” as he felt his tongue slide in and out, pushing against him and wiggling and he could feel him inside—oh God—Changmin tried to keep his body still but his thighs shook and his hips jumped as Jaejoong held him down, pushing him into the mattress. Changmin got a glimpse of what might happen, remembered pushing down against Jaejoong while riding him like a goddamn horse and “ah, ahhh, ah—”

He came, spurts of come all over his chest and pooling around him as he sank in Jaejoong’s hold and quivered from the insistent wet thrusts of Jaejoong’s tongue, feeling hot as saliva filled his hole and slid down, Jaejoong’s head buried in between his thighs.

He whimpered softly as Jaejoong finally lifted up his head, an amused glance at his come-filled chest before sliding his fingers through it. Changmin felt a swirl of warm heat enter his belly, a thick tension in the air as he watched Jaejoong stroke his bottom lip. He opened without question and complete trust, he opened and Jaejoong slid in two fingers, watching the younger boy sloppily suck them with small licks as blood rushed down into his own cock, red and hard and pushing against Changmin’s thigh.

Watching and keeping a hold on Changmin’s gaze the entire time, Jaejoong slid in a finger inside Changmin’s hole, breaching into the wet heat as the younger boy jerked and his whole body throbbed for Jaejoong, as if it was waiting for him, and Jaejoong winced himself, fuck, fuck, fuck, before sliding in another finger, the younger boy’s ass clenching against the intrusion.

Changmin mindlessly pushed against Jaejoong’s hold, but the older boy held him down as he spread his legs and settled in between, fingers sliding in and out as he felt the younger boy’s hole stretch and rub against him. Grabbing the lube from his bedside table, Jaejoong messily slide in three wet fingers, as lube dribbled down Changmin’s hole and slid down his fingers. He spread the rest over his cock, and gave the younger boy a second to breathe before sliding in, head pushing against the hole.

“I want you to do a favor for me baby,” Jaejoong said, his voice an octave lower as Changmin tried to heed his words, his head turned to side, his eyes distant and glazed over. Blood pounding in his ears, he flicked his eyes over to Jaejoong’s.

“I want you to grab the headboard and scream very, very loud,” and it took a moment for Changmin to process the words but Jaejoong was already moving, a moment’s silence before he finally pushed inside him, the head of his cock sliding into his hole with a slow thrust as he filled himself in completely, bottoming out inside the younger boy as Changmin shook and writhered on his cock.

Changmin felt his breath leave his body within a second, his body tightening, and he opened his mouth to say something when Jaejoong slid back out and then slammed into him, jack hammering inside, hard and deep and Changmin threw back his head and screamed.

His arms flew and grabbed onto the headboard as Jaejoong slammed back inside him again, his cock pushing against Changmin’s sides and striving in deep, opening him up and staying there, thick and hard and right up in his throat, in his stomach and Changmin breathed out whimpers, moans sliding out like the cock inside him as his thighs stretched and his hips pushed down.

He tried to focus, his legs wrapping themselves around Jaejoong as the older boy pushed them close, bending his head down until their lips were almost sliding against each other, their skin sweat damp and warm.

“I would take this slow…the first time,” Jaejoong said, with every snap of his hips, the slip slack of skin against skin, as Changmin struggled to breathe, “but that’s not me.”

Palms sweaty, the younger body struggled to hold onto the bars as Jaejoong’s cock drove itself deep inside him, every thrust rocking his body, the sound of his heartbeat ringing in his ears as his eyes slid over Jaejoong’s throat and down the long expanse of his body, golden-warm and solid, a body accustomed to fighting and his, and the thought of that had Changmin’s eyes fluttering close as he felt a rush throughout his body, pleasure and hotness rising up.

Sliding his hands off of the headboard, the younger boy wrapped them around Jaejoong’s back, feeling the older boy’s shoulders bunch up, feeling each sinew and muscle tightening with every thrust, his nails raking down Jaejoong’s skin. His breath came out in huffs, his thighs trying to hold on, but sliding down as the older boy pushed inside, slamming in over and over again.

“I’m going to say this once,” Jaejoong spoke against Changmin’s ear as the younger boy’s eyes snapped open. He struggled to fully understand with every push of Jaejoong’s cock inside him, unyielding and dragging his hole. “So listen up okay? Don’t want you thinking twice about this or doubting me or anything stupid like that—”

Jaejoong’s voice was so close to his ear and Changmin’s body was tingling, his balls heavy and his cock hard and Jaejoong opened his mouth and said,

“I love you.”

Changmin jerked up, gasping for air, as his hips crashed against Jaejoong’s and he came all over himself, ropes and ropes of come as his body sank in a loose-limbed feeling, his mind barely conscious but body still shaking. Jaejoong snapped his hips once, twice, his cock burying itself inside Changmin as the other boy moaned, body staying still as his cock tried to shove itself as far into the younger boy as possible and then he came, and Changmin could feel the pulses of come inside him, sliding out his hole and down Jaejoong’s cock.

He watched the older boy warily, his body spent and wet, with Jaejoong’s cock softening inside him. His mouth fell down and he sighed contently as he obscenely opened up his legs, watching Jaejoong as the older boy hungrily sees the come, the salvia, the lube—all dripping down his hole.

He bit down on his lip and Jaejoong caught the movement, eyes darkening with every subtle motion and the younger boy wanted to say something, but closed his eyes instead, completely worn out. His body relaxed, his mind at ease with the simple thought that he’s safe, that here, in Jaejoong’s arms, he’ll always be safe.

There’s a second of silence, as Jaejoong watched the younger boy, drinking in the sight of him on his bed, body curled into his, his cock still inside him, soft and unrelenting. But then the older boy leaned down, chest pressing against chest as he slid a wet tongue around the younger boy’s ear and said, “You don’t expect it to be over like this…” he bites down, eliciting a small yelp, “do you?”

Changmin’s eyes flickered open and he jerked as he feels Jaejoong inside him, filling him up as he gets hard. He whimpered slightly as Jaejoong stroked his cock, spent but becoming half-hard in his grip, and as the older boy began to jack him off, slow but with a strong grip, he gets images in his head again—what happened in the past or what will happen—and he’s on his knees, Jaejoong’s cock sliding down his throat, his mouth a wet suction, and he’s struggling to fit in all of it, hands around the base, all sloppy and messy, with pre come sliding down the corner of his lips, cheeks hallowing, eyes staring into the older boy’s with muffled gasps as he tries not to choke—and Changmin gets hard.

His body is satiated and over-sensitive, and all the younger boy has enough energy to do is hang on for the ride as Jaejoong slid his cock out, both of them wincing as Changmin’s ass clenches, feeling the emptiness inside and almost keeping the rest of it in. He blushed as Jaejoong raised an eyebrow, eyes amused as he watched the skin turn pink, but the younger boy drew his arm over his eyes, hiding in the crook of his elbow, and there’s a moment of perfect stillness, before Jaejoong growls and picks him up, one arm slung over his back, sliding up in one deep thrust.

Changmin’s breath got stuck in his throat as he sank in the older boy’s hold, breathless and frozen as he stared into Jaejoong’s eyes, no walls, no barriers, nothing hidden between them. His voice was barely above a whisper as he gently touched Jaejoong’s lower lip, the pad of his forefinger caressing it softly as he said, “Say it again,” my turn, not expecting a response.

But Jaejoong heard it for what it is, and opened his mouth, kissing the younger boy’s fingers as they lingered on his lips and told him, “I love you,” the words washing over the younger boy as if he was waiting for them his entire life. Changmin’s hands went around Jaejoong’s neck as he kissed him, lips barely touching, breaths exchanging, mouth hesitating as he fell into Jaejoong’s gaze.

When Jaejoong slid out and then back inside the younger boy, deep and full, it’s with ease and patience, as if they have all the time in the world. Changmin moaned softly, hips pushing against Jaejoong’s cock inside him, wanting and craving, this desire insistent and enveloping around them. He buried his face in the older boy’s neck as Jaejoong pushed into him to the hilt, clutching Changmin close as the younger boy’s body convulsed around him, shaking as he came for the third time and gave into the blackness ebbing around the corners of his mind.

Jaejoong gently settled the younger boy back into the bed, sliding out as streaks of come covered the younger boy’s thighs, his body well spent and resting comfortably. The older boy took a side, eyes semi-closing as he heard the evening of Changmin’s breath, his body still coming down from its high as he watched his lover settle in. After a moment’s notice, Jaejoong hesitantly pushed the younger boy closer to him, his back flush against the older boy’s chest, his arm thrown over Changmin’s chest.

Changmin curled into him, unconsciously seeking Jaejoong and resting openly within his arms.

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The parked Lamborghini on the corner purred to life, easily sliding into traffic as Junsu glanced back at Jaejoong’s apartment.

“You think they’re going to be okay?” he asked, turning his head to the driver as they slipped into the main street. Lines of worry creased his forehead as he bit his bottom lip, thinking about everything they had gone through.

Yoochun chuckled, “Yeah,” he said, his voice amiable and at ease as he glanced at the younger boy. They had waited for Changmin to come running once he had picked up the phone, waited for him to take the elevator to Jaejoong’s apartment, waited for the confrontation.

They waited on the side streets of the corner of his apartment, dreading the return of the younger boy in tears and heartbreak.

“Yeah,” Yoochun said again in reassurance, gently clasping Junsu’s hand. Changmin didn’t come back.

“They’ll be alright.”

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[A/N]: It’s been a while, but I would like to thank you guys for being with Jaejoong and Changmin since the beginning—and all the ups and downs they’ve had so far. I’ll be tying up loose ends in the next couple of chapters, so be ready for that as well ^^

I’ll be responding to all the messages/comments (for real this time XD) and will be making a master post for this fanfic, so any artist that would like collab with me for OST covers, character charts, etc, would be very much appreciated—but most importantly, any thoughts and comments thus far would be loved. Thank you guys!

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Because of You [Chapter 25A]

2009-06-18T21:17:34Z

[A/N]: Does anyone remember this? :D! I highly recommend that you read this from the beginning, not only to refresh but for this chapter to flow smoother. ♥

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“But I learned that if you truly want something, that if you’re ready to give it your all for a decision you’ve decided on your own—that you’re ready to give up everything you have, everything you are, then there will always be ways presented to you. All you need to decide is whether or not you want to take them.”

Past Changmin’s table, across the hall and down the stairs and into the living room, a phone began to ring.

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Chapter 25A

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Uncurling himself from his blankets, Jaejoong opened his eyes slowly against the semi-darkness of the room as he heard the thumping of a fist against his apartment door. What the—automatically, Jaejoong’s heart spiked as his eyes snapped open and he reached for his jeans. It wasn’t until the older boy was already in his living room that his heart beat slowed down and cold rationality dawned on his drowsy mind.

[Flashback]

He flung open the door and ran straight to the apartment door, slamming against it, as he pressed his hand against the doorbell, the sound ringing over and over again in the apartment.

“I can hear the fucking doorbell you know, so if you stop ringing—” The door opened as Changmin fell against Jaejoong’s body, hands going around his back to grab fistfuls of his shirt as he dampened the front.

[End/Flashback]

Fuck, he thought, as his hands fell uselessly to his sides, and putting a hand over his heart, he laughed bitterly, guess old habits die hard. But he shouldn’t even have had habits; that was his first mistake. The second was getting close to him, too close, until he couldn’t tell what belonged to him and what was his—and the third, the third was getting him involved in the shithole that was his life.

But he’s gone now, and it’ll stay that way. Whether or not it was said for his benefit, Jaejoong didn’t know, but he did know that whatever happened, he’d make sure that Changmin wouldn’t be caught in the middle of what was his fault.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Scowling, and a loose thought of who could it be? ran through the older boy’s mind as he stalked to his door and yanked it open. He was prepared to yell something out, an angry retort of some sorts, when the words got lodged in his throat and his mind went freely, completely blank.

His mouth was still open, his hand stuck in mid-air, and the only thing that Jaejoong could think of, the only one formed in his scattered, thoughtless mind, was that …the world’s fucking with me right? This is all one fucking sick joke against me, right?

Changmin stood outside his door, hands clenched at his sides, body drawn at full height, eyes blazing with an undistinguishable light as he held himself still. He was still shaking though; his chin trembled and his hands shook as he held them in tight fists, but his gaze was locked directly at Jaejoong’s eyes as he met them straight on.

There was a moment’s pause as they stared straight into each other’s eyes, and then the next second, Jaejoong had slammed the door closed, catching only a glimpse of Changmin’s shocked eyes before he blocked them out.

But Changmin stepped his foot forward at the last instant, and pushed against the door as Jaejoong tried to slam it shut.

“No,” Changmin spoke, loudly against the mostly closed doorframe, words piercing and clear as they washed over Jaejoong. The older boy froze at the sound, and taking advantage of the situation, Changmin wedged his foot in further, making it impossible for Jaejoong to shut the door fully.

Both hands pushing against the door, Jaejoong stood still as he yearned to shut it completely, but then again, it was Changmin and his foot that he would be hurting, and fuck—when did I become so weak?

Laying his head against the wood, Jaejoong waited for his feelings, his stupid feelings, to pass before he did anything else foolish. Seeing him, here, outside his door, it threw him off; unbalanced him, his plans, and his stupid feelings that tended to get in between of everything. It was fucking hard enough to get through this once, and now that jackass of a God wants me to go through it again?

Fuck, just—fuck.

“No,” spoke Changmin again, but this time it was softer, and his voice trembled at the end, and it did something to Jaejoong, rocked him to his core, and he closed his eyes as the younger boy’s words sank into the air that separated them.

“It’s-It’s my turn to speak.” His words were sharp, no stumbling, no hesitation, and Jaejoong couldn’t stop himself from feeling the sudden flare of pride that sparked in him, pride that Changmin was getting over it, that he was moving on—before it was pushed down and squashed. No, he told himself, stupid shit like that got you here in the first place, it won’t help you now.

“I…I know what you did for me.” Jaejoong’s eyes snapped open, his head still pressed against the door and in the space amid his hands. Junsu…Junsu, that fucker probably told—

“A-And no, okay? I’m not letting you do this a-alone. Not this time. And I don’t care if you made up your decision…I don’t care. Because this time, t-this time, I’ve made my own decision. Mine. Not yours, not…someone else’s,” his breath came out in short huffs, “not something you decided on. But me. Just…just me.” Changmin’s voice slowly faded away in the end, and the younger boy stepped forward, hands splayed against the wood, and leaning against the door, he spoke again.

“I’m going to stay with you.” The words came out determined, strong despite his weakening attitude and Jaejoong’s direct refusal. “I choose who I want to be with, who I want to stay w-with…and you can’t,” Changmin took a deep breath, grasping for air, “you can’t decide that. You never could.”

[Flashback]

Changmin slipped away from the bed, footstep silent as he walked through the bedroom, towards the living room, towards Jae. –I can’t forget about him, he’s making me change; he’s making me feel—

Min reached Jae, the body laid out on the sofa, the older boy’s eyes closed. Reaching out a hand, Min jerked when he felt it being caught, Jae’s hand gripping his, as the older boy opened his eyes. “I told not to come back here. So why the fuck did you?”

—I want to be with you. Will you let me?

[End/Flashback]

“No m-matter what…I’m—I’m going to be with—”

Jaejoong slammed open the door, the sound of wood hitting concrete loud against the sudden silence. Eyes widening, Changmin cut off his words as he stared at the older boy mutely. He was breathing hard; eyes slightly wild, jaw tight and teeth clenched and the sight hit Changmin, hit him like a sudden force, but the younger boy held steady.

“And what makes you think I want you, huh? Didn’t I fucking tell you I was through with you?” Jaejoong’s spoke harshly, tone angry and edged with bite as he spat out the words. He was staring at Changmin in part fury and part stark disbelief, as if he was still surprised that the younger boy was standing at his doorsteps.

“Because I should have realized it the first t-time,” because I know your lies are well-polished and well-placed, “because I know the truth,” because they’re said with anger or no feeling at all, “because if you really thought so, then—then you wouldn’t be in front of me, speaking straight at me,” because I’m putting everything in line here, not just my body, but everything, at stake. Changmin’s voice wavered, but he knew what he wanted, why he came.

He took one step forward, reaching out a hand, but Jaejoong took a step back and recoiled at his touch. The younger boy froze, eyes wide and serious, so serious, as they stared into Jaejoong’s.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m gonna believe that you’re just—just—” Jaejoong didn’t want to get too close, didn’t want to get too near. I don’t think I’d control myself, won’t be able to pass it off as a sick dream.

“Do you have any idea what you’re saying? You can get hurt you know, and not the fucking playground hurt, but the—”

“I’ll take the risk,” Changmin said, voice firm and quiet against Jaejoong’s loud and uncontrolled one. His eyes were fixed at Jaejoong, noticing the pale skin, the lack of sleep, reveling at the anger in eyes, better than nothing at all, so much better, at the scowling lips, the tightening of his mouth, his jaw.

“They’re so many other people in this fucking world, why not stay with them? Live a fucking normal life? You want me to believe that you wanna stay with someone like me? Someone who had to get a freaking tutor to graduate? Someone who ran away from home? Left his family, fucked with people just because he was bored?” Jaejoong laughed; a cruel, bitter laugh as he spoke his words with sarcasm and mockery. He was on edge, eyes following every movement of the younger boy’s but out of control of his own. This is just another lie. He’ll wake up one goddamn day and tell me that this shit isn’t worth it, that nothing of this is.

Changmin moved one step closer. Jaejoong moved one step back, watching him warily.

“You taught me…” Changmin looked down as Jaejoong stood stiff, muscles coiled tight and waiting to be released. When at last he looked up, his eyes were wet, but no tears spilled. Instead, his voice came out determined, strong with a fierceness that encompassed his entire body.

“You taught me to be selfish. Because of you—I learned to appreciate what I have, and need what I didn’t.” He cocked his head to the side and willed for the words to reach the older boy, reach him somehow. “If we break up, if we separate, then I want it because of us. Because of what we decided, that we left on our terms, no—not because of someone else, not because of anything else.”

“If—if I walk away, I want it knowing what it feels like to wake up in the mornings wrapped around you—what you do right before you go to sleep. I want to know your favorite dish, want to walk with you to the grocery store, I want to—” Jaejoong turned his head away, his side profile tight as his jaw jumped and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Look at me.” Jaejoong glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, and this time when Changmin stepped closer, he stayed still. He was so close Jaejoong could see the tears clinging to his eyelashes, could see his pupils, his irises. He stilled, heart beating furiously inside his chest.

The younger boy tentatively slid out his hand again, gently pressing it against his torso. Jaejoong looked at him, turning his head around completely, eyes lost and searching, confusion and desire etched on his face.

“You’re right, this isn’t normal.” Changmin was smiling slightly, hand shaking, lips slightly opening, “…the way…the way we started out wasn’t normal, in the middle, in the middle when we learned each other, when we learned who we are, and even now—you’re right.” He looked down for a moment before lifting up his eyelashes and said, softly, “But what’s normal? Does it matter? W-who we were—are—is that…is that normal? What I went through in the last couple of months, how I changed, is all because of you. And…And I don’t—I want to…”

Changmin smile grew larger, his eyes wistful, “I want to know what it’s like to spend more than just one night with you, want to take care of you when you’re sick, see you when you cook, when you do something that you like—I—”

“—I,” Changmin eyes held everything he felt for the past days, the weeks, and it filled him, this feeling, “I want to stay here,” he whispered, hand pressing against Jaejoong’s chest, “Let me in Jaejoong.” No hyung. No. Not this time. He glanced down at his hand right above Jaejoong’s heart, and when he looked up, he felt it click.

“I want to stay because—”

Nonononononono, Jaejoong tore himself away, unsteady on his feet as he stumbled backward, but Changmin continued, unburdened and freely as he smiled softly and said,

“I love you.”

Shock coursed Jaejoong’s body, as the words wrapped themselves around him, a repetitive mantra inside his head. Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou…

And the next thing he knew, Changmin was slammed against the wall, the door falling shutting behind them as Jaejoong pushed him against the concrete, violent and hostile as he held onto the younger boy.

“Say that—” Jaejoong’s voice came out as a croak, a hoarse sound, and he cut himself off before he spoke again. “Say that again, say that—”

“I love you,” Changmin relaxed in his arms, his mismatched eyes clearly showing as he spoke the words hesitantly at first, but strongly towards the end with wonder in his voice. “I lo—” The rest of the younger boy’s words went unspoken as Jaejoong pressed his mouth against him, the kiss brutal and hard, but Changmin merely softened it, opening up to the older boy and seeking in return.

Jaejoong pulled away at the last second, snatched back his lips as Changmin automatically followed it with his own. He opened his eyes, and Jaejoong gazed into them, searching, seeking out any hints of a lie, or some kind of joke.

Serene light brown eyes stared back at him, cheeks moistened by the onset of tears, and fuck, everything—you can see everything in them.

Slowly using his right hand, while the other held onto the older boy, Changmin cupped Jaejoong’s cheek and gently rubbed his thumb across it.

“I don’t want to let you go,” Changmin whispered and something began to rise inside of Jaejoong, some frantic, desperate feeling tied with desire and want and need and shit shit shit. He was always good with wanting things, want was an easy enough emotion for him, but need—need swallowed him sometimes, it doesn’t let him sleep, it doesn’t let him eat—and there’s this feeling, this ever present feeling that shakes him sometimes, makes him scared and vulnerable.
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Update & Chapter 25

2009-06-16T12:39:57Z

It's been so long (I know) but I'm back again ♥!
I promised I would finish Because of You, and even though i don't update very often (i know that too XD)
I will finish it.
And that being said, please expect the next chapter (25) of BOY in a couple of days,
if not by the end of this week, most definitely.

It's been a long time, so I think (personally) it would be better to re-read the chapters again
in order for the story to flow smoother for the up-coming 25. They're a lot, I know, so
just refreshing the last couple is good XD!

I apologize for adding everyone late, and I'll try my best to get back to your messages ♥
If not, I'll be going through the last chapter once I post 25, and responding to those too.

And of course, just to let you know, you guys are amazing ♥!

Promises & BOY

2009-04-03T19:26:05Z

(Once Again) I Am Alive.
Promise.

RL is completely taking over right now, but I will come back.
Really. And I will finish BOY. Promise ♥

Also, just as a side note, Jaejoong's father is Chin-Hwa while Changmin's father is Jong-Il.
I'm sorry if I caused any confusion or made any mistakes. But I did fix it up,
thanks to harulken, so please don't hesitate to ask/tell me about any confusions
and/or mistakes. Messages might be faster though, since I get them more regularly.

And if you get a message back to a comment posted three months ago,
that would be me. XD!

Because of You [Chapter 24B]

2009-01-29T21:17:23Z

Title: Because of You [Chapter 24/?]
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: JaeMin
Rating: R (Lemon)
Warning: Delinquent!Jae and Uke!Min = Smex / Language
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren't.
Summary: Min is a simple boy who was rejected by his first love. However, when he agrees to tutor a delinquent, his life turns upside down in ways he never wished it would.
Previous: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6A] [Chapter 6B] [Chapter 7] [At a Glance - YooSu SideStory] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11A] [Chapter 11B] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15A] [Chapter 15B] [Chapter 16A] [Chapter 16B] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] [Chapter 19A] [Chapter 19B] [Chapter 20A] [Chapter 20B] [Chapter 21A] [Chapter 21B] [Chapter 22A] [Chapter 22B] [Chapter 22C] [Chapter 23A] [Chapter 23B] [Interlude i. & Interlude ii.]

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Chapter 24B

[Flashback]

“I need you to help me. I’m not sure of Jaejoong hyung told you…but he is no longer in contact with our family. Actually, it’s been quite a few years…” Junsu smiled sadly, “but…our parents’ 25^th anniversary is coming up, and I was wondering…actually I was hoping if you help convince him to go to the party. Not even convince, rather just tell him.”

Min’s eyes widened slightly, “m-me? I-I don’t k-know if I-I can help y-you…”

“You can.” Junsu nodded his head, reaching forward to put the invitation in Min’s hand, holding on it as he grasped the younger boy’s hand. “I know. It’s a big favor to ask of you, and I am truly sorry for coming out here like this, but I don’t know where else to go. I don’t have any more options left.” Junsu stared into Changmin’s eyes, the desperation escaping through.

[End/Flashback]

“Junsu,” Yoochun said, as an attempt to calm him down, voice earnest and smooth, “Listen to me. Yes, okay, so you might have helped them in some ways, but baby, there are some things that are inevitable no matter what you do. People get hurt over and over again to get where they are, to get what they want, and then they move on. They’re still in high school and granted that their love is—”

He stopped short when Junsu turned up to look at him, eyelashes framing large brown eyes. “You think they’ll just move on?” he said, voice cracking. “You think,” he continued, lips quivering and voice on the verge of panic, “that’ll everything will just end up okay? In high school,” he demanded, “In high school, what was your biggest concern when you were dating? If the person liked you? Cheating? Popularity? You think that’s what their relationship is compared to?”

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Soo Jin glanced at the phone as she uncrossed her legs and stood up, sighing as she picked it up. “Hello? Yes, this is his mother speaking…No; he’s not here right now. No, he’s been coming late nowadays, so I’m not exactly sure when he’ll be back…yes, I’ll let him know you called. You’re welcome…goodbye.”

Slowly putting down the phone, she looked up at the clock. Almost six o’clock, she thought, baby when are you coming home? She closed her eyes, shoulders dropping; don’t keep me waiting for too long, she whispered against the quietness of her house.

Tears slipped out from the corner of his eyes but he pushed on, words tumbling out of his mouth. “You don’t understand Yoochun-ah, you weren’t there. Half—half the things they went through, you think that’s normal? They’re too, they’ve—”

“Because I love him.” Empty bed, bleak eyes, despair.

Junsu slowly closed his eyes. “I just wanted him to be happy,” he softly said. “As his brother, I wanted him to be happy. Did I ask for too much? Did I hope for something that wouldn’t happen? I don’t understand, they were getting somewhere, moving together, and then, then—”

Changmin looked up from his lap. Uncurling his body, he leaned against the wall as he watched the sun from the rooftop. It’s going to set soon, he thought aimlessly. Getting up slowly, he brushed the dirt off his pants as an automatic gesture, lifeless and thoughtless.

Walking to the rooftop door, the younger boy stopped short as he reached the doorknob. His reflection stared back at him; skin pale, bags underneath his eyes, eyes solemn and searching—Changmin closed his eyes.

“They’re not okay. When you fall love, you fall, but there’s always restrictions and barriers, barriers that protect you and keep you safe. But they, they didn’t have that, both of them—they fell without knowing, and yeah, they’re different, but both of them gave up something that they didn’t even realize, and they want it back, they—they want it back.”

Jaejoong picked up the can and poured the kerosene all over the bed, until the liquid finished, leaving behind only droplets, and it became empty. Throwing it aside, he stumbled backward, until he crashed against the wall and slid down. Hands shaking, he reached inside his jacket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.

Flicking the lighter open, he lit the cigarette and put it in his mouth, breathing out a short burst of smoke. With a flick of his wrist he dropped the lighter, igniting the kerosene and burning the bed. Head tipped back, legs spread open, hair draped in front of his eyes, Jaejoong smoked until the sprinkles turned on and the fumes of the fire escaped.

Bed smoldering, Jaejoong closed his eyes against the seething sheets.

“I’m sorry,” Junsu choked out, “I’m sorry that I wanted more for him, more for them both, but, but fuck Yoochun, they don’t deserve this.” He leaned forward, burying his face in Yoochun’s shirt, “Out of everyone, everyone, they don’t deserve this, because, because it’s like they’re being…being—”

The wind ruffled his hair as Changmin opened his eyes. Another day, he thought, just another day, as he opened the door.

Water seeping through his jacket and jeans, Jaejoong opened his eyes and stared straight ahead, flickers of fire reflected in his pupils.

“—ripped apart,” he softly said, “…like they’re dying,” he whispered with an air of finality.

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Ring. Ring. Ring.

Minwoo looked up from where he was cleaning his guns, body still and silent against the ringing doorbell. Flickering his eyes to Hyesung, he nodded, eyes falling back on his gun as he cleansed it with his rag. The table with littered with gun parts and bullets and the older man snorted to himself as he thought of anyone trying to attack him in this state.

Hyesung looked through the peep hole and noticing one of business men that worked with his boss, opened the door slowly. He was flocked by two other guards and as they walked past him and into the apartment, the man felt his hackles rising as he checked them out. Two automatics in both left and right jacket pocket, one revolver, one rifle hidden in the right side of the coat, four knives, and two shurikens. Giving a curt nod to Minwoo behind their backs, Hyesung stood at the rear as Minwoo dropped the gun on the table and leaned forward, a smirk on his face.

“Now,” he said in a pleasant tone, eyes smiling but with an undercurrent of steel and ferocity, “what can I do for you gentlemen?” Glancing at one of the men behind the businessman, Minwoo winked at him, noticing the surprise glance and then a hint of fury, but covered nicely with a small touch of blush. Deeping his smile, he turned back to the businessman and raised an eyebrow. “I do assume you came for business?”

Yoochun smiled, but it was the same sort of smile as Minwoo’s and slid a picture across the table. “You were directed by your boss to protect his boy, were you not?”

The older man shrugged, eyes flickering down as he grabbed his rag and began cleaning again. “I might, I might not. What’s it to you?” Turning his head to the side, Yoochun nodded to one of his men, and then Eric stepped up, sliding out a checkbook from underneath his suit and handing it to the younger man with a pen.

Pen poised at the tip of the check, Yoochun spoke, “Leave him to me, and I’ll pay double what he pays you.”

Minwoo shook his head, “I’m sorry sir, but I’m a simple man and follow simple rules.” Voice sarcastic and slightly mocking, Minwoo continued, “If my boss said—”

“Four times as much and your boss will not hear a word. Which means that you keep your job, the boy is protected, I get what I want, and you and your partner receive payment that is four times than what he would give you. Works all around, right?”

Minwoo glanced at Hyesung, but seeing no hint of either a yes or no, he turned back to Yoochun. “And what,” he said, dropping all pretenses, “makes you think I can trust you? You might just take the boy and leave us with nothing but a fake fucking check.” His words were hard now, and Minwoo was leaning forward, hands splayed on the table.

But Yoochun continued to smile. “Then I’d have to worry for my life, wouldn’t I?”

Silence followed his words, and the Minwoo tipped back his head and laughed, loud and rough. He was grinning when he turned back to the younger man, a wolfish grin on his face as his eyes slanted in interest.

“I like you,” he said, a wicked smile forming at the corner of his lips. “Fine, I agree to your request. But only on one wager.” When Yoochun raised an eyebrow, Minwoo continued with a nod to the man behind him, “I want the pretty boy’s number.”

As soon as the words slipped from his mouth, Minwoo was face to face at gunpoint from a revolver, with Hyesung pulling out two semi-automatics. The other guard, pushing Yoochun behind him, took out an automatic and rifle, pointing at both him and Hyesung.

“A colt python, huh? Good, but not strong enough,” said Minwoo lightly, raking his eyes down the other man’s body as Yoochun stepped up. Pushing the rifle and revolver down, the younger man took control over the situation.

“Eric, down,” he said, and the other man, Eric, slowly put down his guns as Hyesung and the man in front of him did the same. “Whether or not Dongwan wishes to comply, it’s his choice. I, however,” Yoochun said to the older man, “will take that as a yes.”

Minwoo merely looked down at his guns and began cleaning them again, listening as Yoochun continued speaking. “I’m also offering you a position in my company if you would like…like a change of scenery.”

Dongwan made a chocked noise and stepped forward, but Yoochun merely waved a hand. Minwoo, shaking his head, threw the rag over his shoulders and leaned against the table. “He’s not perfect, but we’ve been with him for a while now, so thanks, but no thanks.”

Not surprised, Yoochun took out his card and slid it next to the picture, “You’re welcome here if you change your mind of course.” And then turning around, he gave a small smile to Dongwan before heading out. Hyesung, looking past them, felt that feeling again as Eric walked past, and face turning sour, he proceeded to follow them out.

Cocking his head to the side, Minwoo watched Dongwan closely. “Well?” he asked, and Dongwan, scowling, snatched the card. “I hope you realize that I’m doing it because of him,” he said, voice annoyed and sounding like a petulant child.

He scribbled something behind the card and handed it over, “It could be fake,” he huffed as Minwoo took it with a grin. “Nah,” Minwoo replied, flipping the card between his thumb and forefinger, “You’re the serious type, I doubt you’d lie like that.”

Frown deepening, Dongwan gave the man a leveled gaze before stiffly turning his back towards him and walking away. Hyesung watched him from beside the door and after hearing it slam, turned to Minwoo with a wary grin.

“You always did like to fuck things up, huh?” he said, shaking his head as he glanced at the door one last time before finally moving away. Minwoo watched the card as he kept flipping it, scribbled writing on one side, print on the other.

“Life isn’t worth living if there isn’t anything worth living for.”

“And you think waiting around for the next available hookup is worth living life for?” asked Hyesung, as he picked up one of the guns and ruffled around the tables, looking for a clean rag. He wasn’t expecting an answer; to him it was rhetorical question that needed no reply.

“No,” said Minwoo as the card slipped from his fingers and fluttered to the table, “but the chance that the next hookup might be something more, well,” he ginned, “that makes the day worth it, don’t you think? No one’s waiting for the next fucking big bang; they just want something that makes the shit in their life worth it.” Stretching his back, he looked upwards at the ceiling.

“And who knows? Maybe it’ll turn out to be something you least expect.”

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Soo Jin knocked on the door with one hand, knuckle brushing against the wood as she balanced a tray with the other. “Changmin-ah?” she called out, “I’m coming in, okay?” Opening the door, she walked in and stood at the corner of the table, silently watching her son.

Changmin was on the window ledge, wall to his back and his knees pulled up to his chest. He was looking outside the window, leaning against the window pane, but Soo Jin knew he wasn’t really seeing anything. Settling the tray on his table, she walked up quietly to him. The curtains billowed around her as the wind swept though the room, fluttering the pages and gently picking up her hair.

He looked up at her and she looked down. When he turned back to the window, she sat next to him, thigh near his feet as she stared straight ahead at the door. Tendrils of her hair flowed around her as she smiled gently.

“I never regretted it,” she started, voice hushed but blending into the serene atmosphere. “He hurt me, yes, but every moment, every second that I spent with him, I never regretted it. I never regretted leaving him either, because it was my decision, and because it was mine, my heart was already resolved when I decided it.”

Changmin continued to stay silent. His pale face stared back at him, but it was distorted against the sunshine that filtered through and lit up the room.

“Sometimes,” he spoke, voice subdued, “sometimes w-when I see something that reminds me of him, or s-something that sparks up a memory, I start speaking out loud before I r-realize that he’s not there to listen to me. And I-I have these conversations in my head, of things that I w-was going to say to him the next time I would see him, but then I remember, I remember—” He cut himself off, falling into another silence as his mother looked down at her lap.

“You’re speaking well…your stuttering is almost gone,” she remarked, but with no emotion behind it, as if she was remarking on the weather or some other trifle fact.

“They say desolation makes y-you do the craziest things. Guess it benefited me s-somehow, right?” But Changmin, no matter how many times he forced a smile on his face, could put enough happiness behind his tone to make it believable. It sounds all fake, he thought, but it looks like they were right about something—no matter how much you tell yourself to be happy, you can’t force yourself to honestly feel it. His chest constructed as the younger man continued to stare out the window. Not again, he told himself, please, not again.

“No baby,” his mother said, voice dismal, “that’s love. Desolation is only the after-effect. It’s telling you something, you know…it’s telling you that whatever you’re in now, whatever you’re feeling—it’s bigger than your fear, stronger then what you felt for your father.”

When Changmin didn’t respond, she leaned back until she hit the window pane. “When I left him, the only reason I kept going was because I had you. Because I had something, someone, to give me the unconditional love that he wouldn’t give me, that I don’t know if he would ever give me. It was selfish, because I didn’t even love him as much as I wanted from him, but as, as silly as it sounds, it gave me strength, strength to do something I didn’t think I would have been able to do without it.”

“People need each other Changmin-ah, and there’s no changing that. But the world isn’t perfect, and neither are the people that live in it. They make mistakes, and they hurt and they make others hurt and sometimes it’s unintentional and sometimes there’s a reason. But I want you to know, I want you realize, that out of all the emotions someone can feel…out of anger, and love and hate, and guilt, it’s…it’s regret that hits you the strongest. It comes back in tidal waves when you least expect it and hurts you the most when you least want it.”

She turned to him, eyes filled with sadness as she placed a hand on his knee. “It’s not until you reach a point when you’ve tried your hardest, when you’ve given it all and no matter what happens, you can tell yourself, fully tell yourself, that I couldn’t do anything more, that you should then give up and move on. Because no matter what age you are,” she said, eyes heartfelt and reaching out to him, “when you love someone, truly love someone, when you place their happiness above your own, you love them with everything you have, not just your heart, but your body, and your mind, and everything you do.”

Changmin closed his eyes against the onset of tears, but didn’t brush them away as they escaped and slid down his cheeks. His tears were silent now, silent and wasted after the long nights of muffled cloth and damp pillows. “When he told me he d-didn’t need me anymore, didn’t want me, it—I didn’t even know you could, could…hurt this much. It’s like—like I can’t even breathe sometimes, my chest hurts so much. And I-I could stay be his side as a friend, as a brother, as—a-anything—I just, I just want to stay by his side. I want to be with him, I just w-want,” he said, letting out a shaking breath, “—to be with him.”

Soo Jin smiled gently, “I know, baby, I know, but sometimes,” she said as she gently brushed his arm, and when he moved towards her, she opened her arms, letting him fall into them. “Sometimes, just simply being with someone is the hardest part.” He buried his face into her neck as she stroked his back, speaking against his temple. “But I learned that if you truly want something, that if you’re ready to give it your all for a decision you’ve decided on your own—that you’re ready to give up everything you have, everything you are, then there will always be ways presented to you. All you need to decide is whether or not you want to take them.”

Past Changmin’s table, across the hall and down the stairs and into the living room, a phone began to ring.

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[A/N]: Comments and concrit for this story thus far is always appreciated. ♥

Because of You [Chapter 24A]

2009-01-29T21:09:35Z

Changmin had nearly disappeared from view as Yoochun glanced up, seeing the retreating back fading from view, “Brown hair, tall frame?” His jaw clenched and he had a feeling this, whatever this boy was going through, wasn’t…wasn’t right. “I think I just met him, Junsu-ah and something must have happened between him and Jaejoong because that boy—that boy is breaking apart.”

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Chapter 24A / How much will you break? /

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Hyung? Jaejoong hyung?” Junsu rapped harder on the door, knuckles knocking against the ridges as he lifted the bag higher on his hips. He saw signs of what appeared to be blood on the door, and his eyes furrowed as his continuous thumping turned unanswered. He reached for the doorknob with his free hand as his other pushed the grocery bag closer to his body, molding the paper bag to the side of his chest.

“Jaejoong hyung? I’m coming in, okay? The door’s open so I’m locking—”

Crash.

The grocery bag fell onto the floor with a large thump as tomatoes and fruits rolled out, vegetables spilling over as Junsu stood frozen next to it. The younger man had been expecting a turn for the worst ever since he received Yoochun’s call, worried and fretted over what had happened to not only Changmin, but to Jaejoong as well, and decided to march right over and demand explanations, demand and fix, but this, this—

The entire floor was a mess; shards of glass littered the floor as the telltale signs of blood, of what I’m becoming familiar with, thought the younger boy, covered them. The table was torn straight down in the middle as the bookshelf was brought down and its books ripped, pages trying to cover up the shattered wood and splintered sides. The broken frames covered a side of the floor, with their glasses smashed and their pictures in ruins.

Moving as though he couldn’t help it, Junsu stepped over the broken lamp and crushed the glass underneath the soles of his shoes as he walked through the living room, forgetting to take off his shoes as he noticed the sight before him.

Jaejoong, Junsu immediately thought, whipping his head up as he glanced around to see if his older brother was around, but Jaejoong was nowhere near in sight. Where could he be? Where—?

Progressively getting more and more anxious as he got closer to Jaejoong’s bedroom, Junsu noticed the shattered glass of the bathroom mirror; saw the broken plates the filled the garbage of the kitchen and the untouched and unopened boxes of convenience store lunches left on the counter. He didn’t know why, but his heart was speeding up, a steady beat of thump thump thump that made swallowing difficult and his eyes sting.

Where…Wha—Why…

[Flashback]

“I think I just met him, Junsu-ah and something must have happened between him and Jaejoong because that boy—that boy is breaking apart.”

[End/Flashback]

Stumbling over what seemed to be Jaejoong’s clothes, a pair of ratty old jeans and a loose shirt, Junsu stepped into his room, body shivering slightly at the onset of the chill that settled in. The windows were open, and there was a slight smell of cologne that shouldn’t be here. Nothing, Junsu thought as he licked his lips and breathed in deeply, should be here, like this, like—

The bed was unmade but rather than being messy, it was empty, with its sheets pulled off and its mattress bare. Instead, the floor next to it held a rumpled blanket and a pillow pushed up against the bedside table.

No.

He didn’t know where it came from, but Junsu felt it strongly. Felt it settle deep inside and there was this presence, this presence that hung around the room, and it wasn’t the musk of cologne or the weather chill, but a pressure of some kind, and it pushed down against him like a heavy hand on his shoulder. The younger boy tried to swallow, but he couldn’t get past the lump in his throat, and for some reason his hands shook.

He walked a little further, pushed open the door fully and looked around to see if there was some sort of explanation, or a reason, or something that made sense in a place that didn’t. The closet wasn’t fully closed and where there were once jeans and sweats, were now suits and ties. Junsu turned away, letting out a shuddering breath and noticed the few pictures scattered that were on the floor, in between the blanket and the pillow.

Bending down on his ankles, Junsu picked a few of them up and eyes widening, he let out a small gasp as his stomach sucked in and his chest pushed out, his hands shaking as the pictures slipped from his hands one by one. There were a few pictures of Changmin, at school maybe? Walking home? And the younger boy was either smiling slightly, or dazing off, or just simply daydreaming, and in each of them, in every single one of them, Changmin was marked with a big red X.

No.

The last picture that he held, the only one that didn’t fall out of his hands, was of them both. It was at a fair of some kind, or maybe at an amusement park, and it neither had an X nor any red coloring, but as Junsu held it at the corners with his thumb and forefinger, he thought the picture summed up their relationship perfectly. Changmin was looking down and there was a smile at the corners of his lips, and his eyes were crinkled and just by that, Junsu knew that if the younger boy looked up, his eyes would have been mismatched. Jaejoong had his face partly turned the side, jaw tight and a scowl on his face. But his eyes were light and though a stranger wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, he could and he knew Changmin could too, that he could tell that Jaejoong was happy.

Junsu was smiling and he didn’t realize he was crying until the tears splashed on the picture, and as he rubbed them away with his thumb, he realized he couldn’t stop. Gasping and letting out breathy noises, Junsu could no longer hold his smiling face, and lips quivering, the younger boy closed his eyes and bent forward, crying as his shoulders shook and his mouth tried to hold the noises within.

Because in the middle, in the middle, they were holding hands, with Changmin’s tentative fingers wrapped around Jaejoong’s hand and it wasn’t a big deal, but it was, it was, and the picture was ripped straight down in between their joined hands and then re-tapped and re-ripped and re-tapped until the lines became too blurry to know whose fingers were whose. He sat here, thought the younger boy, as tears dripped down his nose and his eyes stung, he sat here and wondered and thought they had a chance, but, but—he hoped, he hoped, but his guilt, and he wanted to, so many times—I wonder, oh God, I wonder what he told himself at night, what he thought before he slept and there was no one else around.

His body rocked, forward and backward until he could no longer see from his eyes, but he heard the footsteps down the hall, heard and didn’t move until Jaejoong walked in through the door.

There was no noise, no yelling or what the hell are you doing here?! or anything at all. The sound of the closet opening was heard and as Junsu lifted his head, his face tear-stained and red, Jaejoong’s eyes lifted as well, looked up from where he was taking off his tie and straight at him. He shouldn’t be surprised, but Junsu let out a wet sob anyway, and looked down, looked down at the picture in front of him.

By now it should have been expected, but that didn’t mean that Junsu felt ready, that didn’t mean that Junsu could just let this happen. He felt like breaking things, or screaming, or grabbing Jaejoong and yelling in his face, but right now, right now he was at a loss to do anything but cry.

His eyes were empty, and where there used to be passion and anger even back then, even before Changmin entered his life, there was no trace of it now. Now, Jaejoong’s eyes appeared blank as a slate and empty as his bed, stripped of everything essential.

“Wh—”Junsu broke off as his voice came out, throat frozen as he tried to sum everything into one sentence, one word. “Why?” he said, and it came out almost desperate, but like his emotions, like his feelings, he couldn’t help it.

And Jaejoong said it. He said the words that should be whispered late at night, underneath the bed covers or at a restaurant, across the candle and the flowers, or beneath the sky, and that shouldn’t be said like this, not spoken in a position like this.

“Because I love him,” and like everything his room, in this apartment, the words were bleak as he himself was. Bleak and bare.

Junsu let out another sob, stifled with whimpers and shaking his head, he stood up, the picture slipping from his hand and falling onto the floor.

“No,” he choked out, and looking up at Jaejoong, he let out another inaudible no, before pushing past him and slamming open the door as he ran out of the room, ran out of the apartment. He was running down the steps and although he didn’t know where he was going, he just knew he had to get out.

Junsu slipped on the last step and grabbing the railing, he held on and slid down until he reached the step, sitting with his head leaning on the rail and his arms curled in. Despair. It hung in the room, hung around Jaejoong, his apartment, and it swallowed Junsu up. Bowing his head again and curling within himself, Junsu cried until he couldn’t cry anymore, cried until his body stopped shaking and his tears stopped coming and he got a hold on his whimpers and snuffles.

When at last Junsu reached his driver, eyes red and voice hoarse, he slid into the backseat without a word.

“Where to sir?” asked his driver, glancing up at the mirror and noticing Junsu’s red eyes and downcast demeanor through its reflection. And Junsu, eyes closing as he pressed back against the seat, said only a name.

The company was busy as it normally is every day, but Junsu didn’t feel normal at all. By the time he walked through the glass doors and into the elevator, he felt it rising up inside him again, felt the desolation and sorrow wrapping itself tight around his heart as he gripped the edges of his shirt and forced himself to take deep breaths. Talk, he thought desperately, I need to talk to him, talk, and tell him, tell—

“Mr. Kim, Sir, you can’t go inside, Mr. Park is in a meeting, Sir…Junsu!” Eun-Hye tried futilely to stop Junsu, but the younger boy strode straight past her and by the time the secretary could get past her desk and towards him, it was already too late.

“—And as shown here, if we agree to the deal, the assets of this company will go up 1.3 perc—” Yoochun stopped talking as Junsu pushed open the doors, his secretary at his heels, looking hurried and flushed behind him.

Striding past his board members, Yoochun walked towards Junsu, saying, “Mr. Kim, if you have any urgent issues we can speak—”

“Yoochun,” Junsu said, as it cut off his words and halted his speech, leaving silence in its wake. It was a simple word, but with a million different feelings behind it, feelings that Yoochun knew, knew and could decipher each by each. Junsu’s voice wavered at the end, and as the older man looked straight at him, noticing his red eyes and shaking hands, seeing how he was trying to hold himself up when he could barely stand…he nodded to his secretary as he grabbed Junsu by his arm and walked out of the meeting.

Walking steadily up to take his place, Eun-Hye spoke directly to the members, “I apologize for the interruption, it appears as though there has been a problem with the Kim family merger, and it seems to be a necessity to clear up the solution. Now, where were we?”

Shutting the door at his secretary’s voice, Yoochun pulled Junsu closer to his body and took him directly to his office. He’s trembling, Yoochun noticed, as his hold tightened and his lips flattened. As his office door shut behind him, he pulled Junsu in front of him, holding him by his arms and with only a few inches of space in between them.

“Now Junsu-ah, what—” He had been expecting an outburst, or maybe some tears, but what wasn’t expecting though, was that Junsu would grab him through his shirt, fists full of cloth as he felt his knuckles press into his skin, and bring him down until the younger boy was looking straight at him, straight up into his eyes.

“You were right,” the younger boy splat out, eyes blazing and hands trembling as he gripped Yoochun’s shirt, “You were—And it was my fault, mine, I pushed them too hard, pushed them…pushed them and now they’re…they’re—”

“Junsu-ah,” Yoochun cut in, as he covered Junsu’s fists with his and gently uncurled them from his shirt, “Junsu, what are you talking about? Jaejoong and Changmin? Baby, it’s no one’s fault but their own, they knew what they were getting into when—”

“No,” spoke Junsu, and he finally said it loud and clear for the world to hear him, “No.” He dropped his hands and let them loose against his sides as he looked down, eyelashes lowered and downcast. “You don’t—you don’t understand. I told him to go to Jaejoong, I pushed him to it, and I guess it was too far, I guess they were pushed too far, and—and…” He was crying again, he realized, with his face scrunched up and his throat convulsing, “it was, it was…”

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OH YES. ___________________

2009-01-15T21:07:25Z

YES, maybe this mv might be in everyone's F-page and posted about 2548574089x and YES, it might not be epic like DBSK's or BB's mv, and YES, Jaejoong is only like in a second of it...
BUT OMG. JUST--
OMG. AFJNDGHJ;SDFKJJ;SDFJKLDGJ!!!!! *________________________*
First off, watch it [Here] if you haven't done so already. BUT YOU PROBABLY HAVE BECAUSE YOU'RE PROB. AS CRAZY AS ME. XDDD.

First off, Park Shin Hye. MOTHER F-PARK SHIN HYE. Okay, So I've been in love with her ever since she came out in Heaven's Tree (dude, i bawled so much, the only drama I cried like a freaking baby) and every mv she's in is win. HANDS DOWN. LIKE OMFG YES.
And the whole leather jacket thing? HOLY. I mean it was akward a bit when she was with Taegoon and the club, BUT SHE'S SO HOT IT DOESN'T EVEN MATTER. And the smirk? Don't even get me started on that. afdsfnjkgdf;dkjfgfkl; *DIES* And it was so perfect with Jaejoong, cause she was all akward!not paying attention because I'm cheating on you way!but smiling anyway and it worked.

Jaejoong didn't get a lot of screentime, but WHATEVER. HE WAS HOT ANYWAY. And I'm such a sucker for badass!Jae that it was PERFECT. I was waiting when he was calling her and it was all, he's going to do something and fasterfasterfaster and he had that fuckyou face and all SERIOUS like and YES. YES. YESxMILLION. It was angsty too and I was waiting for a bit more expression on his face or something, but this is IT. This is THE ANGER, AND THE ANGST, and when he was all angry and hitting the stirring wheel and YES. THANK GOD FOR FANDOM.

And the gun clinched it all. DUDE. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?

Last of all, Taegoon who is ser. HOT and I'm totally liking the song (but it seems like every other K song) esp. the beginning (WAIIIII~) and the dancing. *___________* Was weird with the thrusts but after watching it 19 billion times I think I like it now. AND HE WAS SMILING WHEN HE WAS DANCING. That (I think) is the best thing EVER. Yeah, we know you're dancing, but it's not the end of the world or anything, so smile, okay? I love girls/guys who dance/sing while smiling because YOU'RE HAPPY = ME HAPPY.

I liked the open ending. Cliche, but good cliche. And Jaejoong all DIE NOW with those eyes of his? THAT'S MY JAEJOONG BABY. I AM ALL USING THIS FOR PROJECTION OF MY FIC THANK YOU VERY MUCH. :DDDDDDDDDD

[Meme]

2009-01-01T15:43:30Z

♥ the fanficcers love meme, continued ♥

Because I would love to know ♥

[Request] Beta

2008-12-28T00:57:31Z

I have a favor. A MAJOR favor. It's long and strenuous and just BIG.
I've kept it away for so long, but it's been too late already and I feel I no longer have an option.

I need a beta.

- I need someone who I can talk to, at night, in the morning, middle of the day (etc) about any new fic that popped into my head at night.
- I need someone to proofread, and check my story for grammar mistakes, as well as any sentences that don't make sense, need a bit of tweaking and/or don't fit.
- It's going to be a hard job, I know, but it's mostly for my one-shots that I write in the middle of the night and can't seem to fix perfectly in the morning.
- Someone who will put the effort in, because if I spent hours/days on this fic, I expect some time spent beta-ing it as well.
- Someone with free time, because I write at odd times, post at odd times, and ask that you remain stable.
- Aim, gmail, msn messenger, w/e is comfortable for you, is fine by me.
- I am erratic, will probably not be on LJ for weeks/months on end, and I might be even gone for an entire summer.
- BUT I am a spaz 9/10 times and will be eternally grateful if you decide to say 'yes.'

All comments will be screened. ♥

Edit: You guys? YOU'RE F- AMAZING ♥! *SQUISHES YOU ALL*

Up Against the Wall

2008-12-27T17:45:30Z

Title: Up Against the Wall
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: HoMin
Rating: Hard R / NC-17
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren't.
Warnings: Kinks, plugs and walls (Oh my!)
Summary: Yunho slowly pushes away until there's some space in between them, narrows his gaze down and waits for Changmin, like he fucking owns him.

[A/N]: For sarah_the_craband her promt Here. I hope I got all of them down bb ♥

Up Against the Wall

It feels weird…to say the least.

Changmin feels it whenever he sits down, or gets up, or whenever he laughs at Junsu’s jokes, body tilting, shoulders shaking, or when he’s waiting for the interview to start, or when he moves, really. It’s a constant pressure, alien, but then again, not so.

It fills him up, and with every move it twists and hits just so, and fuck, Changmin knows he’s been leaking ever since he slid it in, dripping with lube and hard and unyielding into his ass. He tries to fake it off, tried to pretend that there’s nothing, laughing when he’s supposed to laugh, moving with ease, dancing with ease and it’s probably one of the hardest things he’s ever done, hands down.

And if that’s not enough, he’s been getting these looks, half-lidded and filled with dark promises and he’s whimpering, he knows, as he even tries to think about it, whimpers and cut-off moans permanently attached to the back of his throat. It stretches him like he can’t even begin to believe, and he’s doing good he thinks, been doing good the entire day, but the show’s about to end and the interviewers are refusing to leave and he wants to leave, to leave and pull it out and forget about it, but he can’t, he can’t.

He’s trying to breathe now, air drawn tightly from his nostrils down to the tips of his toes, and his smile is just about to crack when she leans closer to him. There’s a pause as the rest of the band members stiffen, and then out of the corner of his eyes the younger man can see him stiffen; can see the set shoulders and the grim line of his mouth and his hands, his hands, drawn tight into fists.

Changmin can smell her perfume, an overdose of what might have been sweet, but now makes him want to gag slightly over the essence of chemicals and fake flowers. He feels hot wherever she doesn’t touch him and cold where she lays down her arm, and he nods as she tells him the model design she came up with, and continues to nod to every word she says.

He balances his weight on one foot, and then the other, and jerks slightly when it pushes itself deeper inside of him, shuddering and giving off a surprised gasp as lube drips down into his boxers. It’s warm, he thinks desperately, his eyes widening by the second, warm and he really, really needs to leave.

“Excuse me,” he cuts across her mindless chatter, and winces slightly because his own voice sounds foreign to him, sounds strained and desperate and worried. “I have somewhere I need to go…band members and everything…” and he makes some weird hand motions to emphasize his point and she nods, understanding.

“Of course, you guys are probably busier than the president himself,” she says with a smile, and he thinks she’s nice, and she is, but something’s burning inside of him, hot and heavy and slick and wet. “I’ll talk to your manager and he’ll put the details through. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

She slides out her hand and Changmin looks at it for a second before reciprocating, and he knows, he knows that she lingered her hand on his purposefully. His stomach rolls and his chest swells and it’s ready to burst out of him, this thing, but he gives her a tight smile before turning around on his heels and walking aimlessly outside, pushing past set directors and make up artists and bustles of clothes.

He slides into the van without hesitation, and squirms slightly in the backseat with every bump, every turn the car makes. He glances up in one particular jerk and notices his eyes in the mirror, dark, and narrowed, and angry—Changmin turns away, swallowing, focusing on breathing right, deep breaths in and out; in and out.

It’s stifling in the car, with even the air pulsing with this heat of theirs and the electricity between them is so intensifying that Changmin can feel goosebumps on his skin. He shivers in the car.

He’s the first one out, pushing aside everyone, and running, running, into the house, pushing open doors and practically taking two stairs at a time, and he’s right behind him, right after him. Changmin doesn’t know what he’s running away from, or who he’s running to, but he reaches the bedroom door only a split second ahead and doesn’t even bother to close the door fully.

SLAM.

And the next thing he knows, he’s being slammed up against the wall, wood meeting his back with a definite slap and he’s being lifted, fucking lifted, by Yunho’s hands. The older man slides a knee in between Changmin’s legs and holds his arms up with one hand, grip bruising against Changmin’s wrists.

“—And what the fuck do you think you were doing Minnie-ah?” Yunho’s voice is tight and laced with anger, an octave lower than normal, and this shouldn’t be turning Changmin on, it shouldn’t, but Yunho’s pushing all of Changmin’s buttons and he’s feeling himself harden at the very thought of what might happen.

“I-I…” Yunho leans forward and kisses him, steals his voice and rubs his tongue against Changmin’s lips before pushing in, tongue wet and hot inside his mouth. It makes Changmin moan, his hands pushing against Yunho’s as the older man sucks, and bites and licks, mouth swollen when Yunho finally breaks away, swollen with saliva sliding down and mewls of protest.

“I said no. No to every bitch who comes in a ten mile radius and lays a hand on you, expecting something. No. You’re not some mindless whore to be handed around business and I’m letting them do that. Not now, not ever.” Changmin tries to say something in return, something along the lines of I’m not, I wouldn’t, don’t care what the industry wants, but that requires him to speak, and he’s not sure if can do that right now.

Yunho slides his hand down from Changmin’s wrists to his hips, holding them and pushing up, until Changmin’s feet are dangling, inches from the ground, and the older man is carrying most of his weight. It’s crazy because Changmin isn’t one to be manhandled; he’s 187 centimeters of muscle thank you very much, but Yunho’s holding him up like he’s no big deal, like it’s easy, and Changmin can’t help but groan, his body pliant and submissive and in tune to whatever Yunho does.

Or maybe it’s just because Yunho drives him crazy.

Yunho nuzzles against Changmin’s cheek, nipping slightly at his jaw before dropping down to his neck and sucking, skin caught between his teeth and biting it, licking afterwards with his tongue lapping around the bite as Changmin holds onto his arms. He whimpers slightly as he feels the muscle jump underneath his hands, biceps pushing against the warmth of his palm as sweat drips down.

The younger man leans forward and forces his lips to work, his mouth too dry and whispers into his ear, “I wore i-it, all—all day,” as Yunho stills automatically.

He lifts his head from the younger man’s neck and when Changmin meets his eyes, they’re fucked wide, pupils dilated in a hazy daze, dark and slanted with insatiable lust.

“Show me,” he says, growling near Changmin’s ear and he shivers, heart beating erratically. Fuck, his voice alone could make come, Changmin thinks, but his body’s already following the order. Yunho slowly pushes away until there’s some space in between them, narrows his gaze down and waits for Changmin, like he fucking owns him.

The sound of his zipper is unnaturally loud in the now silenced room and Changmin’s blushing, heat spreading across his cheeks and to the tips of his ears as he slowly pulls down his pants, lets Yunho throw them away along with his shirt, until all he’s wearing is his boxers.

He can see it, Changmin thinks, and his blush intensifies, because it really is embarrassing and he doesn’t know what he’ll think since—Oh.

Yunho peels away his boxers, dripping with lube and slides them down, his whole body frozen as he sees the plug inside Changmin, sees it inside, wet and lube-y and fuck. Yunho breathes, his body in the verge of coming, and when Changmin looks at him, slightly scared, slightly defiant, he crashes his mouth against his.

The kiss is hard and hot as before, but there’s more Yunho in it, more Yunho everywhere, as the older man crowds into Changmin’s space as if he belongs there (and he does, he does, Changmin thinks). He mumbles words into Changmin’s mouth, nips and bites his lips until they’re red and swollen and when his fingers trace around the opening, the younger man yelps, pushing back, but forward when he realizes he’s got nowhere to go.

“So hot, so fucking hot—the way you’re so wet and open around it, could take anything huh? Could take my cock right now too, wrap your legs around and fucking beg as you fuck yourself down on my cock…” Changmin moans when he hears Yunho’s voice wash over him, an open mouth, eyes closed, half-whine moan that pushes out from the back of his throat.

His body doesn’t know to push down or push away as Yunho traces the plug with his finger and then slowly slides one in, until he can feel the rubber inside. Changmin gasps, which drawls out into a sexy whine as Yunho slides his finger in and out, fucking the younger man gently with the plug still inside him.

It’s a stretch, but the burn feels so good, and Changmin’s hips roll down with his finger, matching thrust for thrust, as his back rubs red against the wall. Yunho leans forward until his mouth is near Changmin’s ear and growls low, “God, you feel so tight,” his voice a hot breath as Changmin tries to pull himself together.

It’s getting to be too much, with Yunho’s fingers, and his mouth and the plug—he’s so hard it hurts, and God, he wants to come, wants to come so badly, but there’s not enough friction and Yunho is going so slow with his finger, so fucking slow.

“Yunho,” and the voice rips out of him, hoarse and broken and it takes him a second to realize it’s his voice, “fuck me already.”

But rather than complying, Yunho chuckles, chuckles, dark and sounding like pure sin that Changmin shudders and pushes against his chest, scrambling to get his shirt off. He wants skin to skin, and wants it now, wants to feel Yunho’s chest brush against his, his arms warm around his waist. He rips open his buttons in frustration and slides the shirt off until all he can feel is the press of his pants against his thighs.

“Patience is a virtue, Minnie-ah,” mocks Yunho, and Changmin tries to say fuck patience, but Yunho presses forward until he’s being blanketed by his body and then reaches down to slide out the plug, the younger gasping and squirming as he feels it leaving him. His thighs leave traces of the lube as Yunho takes it out and as he lifts it up to show him, Changmin moans a little, body heating up.

“Big, but not as big as my cock. It probably filled you up though, made you feel it every moment of the day. Don’t worry baby, that’s exactly what’s going to happen now. Gonna fill you up with my cock, fill you until you can’t take it, you can’t even crawl, then put you down and do it all over again.” Changmin tries not to show how hot the idea makes him feel, but he knows he’s not fooling anyone and instead, eyes widening, opens his mouth.

Yunho sucks in a breath, hands bruising as he slides the plug inside Changmin’s mouth and sees him take all of it, watches him wrap his lips around the base. It tastes weird, Changmin thinks, warm and with the flavor of plain lube, but he hallows his cheeks anyway, sucks and wraps his tongue around the base, short licks and small thrusts. Before he can even do further, though, Yunho rips it from his mouth and he hears it crash to the floor, hears it, but it takes a second for everything to register.

Changmin whimpers slightly, a choked off whimper, and when he lifts his half-lidded eyes he feels a jolt of heat as he looks at Yunho, fully looks at him. The older man’s panting slightly, voice low and eyes dark, with sweat sliding down his body and swollen lips. It gives Changmin a sense of pleasure, of pride that he reduced their leader, their perfectly tailored, considerate of everything and everyone, and slightly sporadic leader to this. It makes his heart clench and his body burn and—

Yeah, Changmin thinks, he’s pretty much screwed.

He tries to push futilely against Yunho’s weight, but he’s like the goddamn fucking wall itself, so Changmin merely holds on for the ride. He stays still as Yunho hoists him up, tries to relax as he feels Yunho’s fingers around his opening and then jerks up, gasping as his body arches when Yunho slides in two fingers. He pushes them to the knuckle and spreads them wide, feeling them squish against the lube still inside, dripping down Changmin’s thigh and making him speak into nonsense syllables and random words.

“Yunho—please, oh God, please, please—Can’t…you don’t even—I-I,” And he can’t even control it, can’t even do anything about it, but Yunho merely shushes him, a wet finger on his mouth, and whispers filth in his ear, dirty hot promises and words of possession that brand onto his skin.

“Don’t share, don’t know what she was thinking—show the world if I want to, you were mine fucking first,” and Changmin’s so strung out he doesn’t even shudder when Yunho slides in the third finger, fucking Changmin slowly with shallow thrusts. He takes it, slides down his hips and rolls with it, wanting the inevitable and waiting, waiting.

“Please,” his voice is a wreck now, too strung out and high-pitched, but he needs to say to it, “Please Yunho.”

And there’s a pause as Yunho’s eyes focus on him, only him, and go even darker. Then, sliding out his fingers with a slick pop, the older man pushes down his pants and boxers, his cock hard and red as he pulls it out.

Changmin licks his bottom lip, pushing it in between his teeth and letting it go as his mouth waters at the sight, body aching to feel the hard cock slide inside his mouth, feel it push at the back of his throat, the smell and thickness of it overbearing.

Yunho notices it, gaze zeroing into the subtle movement, and spreads Changmin’s legs wider, forcing the younger man to push back at the wall and grip harder on his arms. “Take it like this, won’t you? Spread your legs for me and up against the wall like a cockslut I know you are—I’ll make you suck me next time, make you open your mouth and take me as much as you can, come all over that pretty face of yours, grip that hair—”

Yunho grabs Chaingmin’s hair, silky strands trapped in his fist as he jerks his head up. It takes a second’s notice as Yunho nudges Changmin’s legs and slides in, straight to the hilt, as he bites down hard on his neck, skin breaking underneath his mouth.

Changmin keens, low in his throat and tucks his legs together behind Yunho’s back to hold himself up as the older man slides out and pushes back in and God, so much bigger and fuck, it feels so good—gonna come, gonna— He nearly screams when Yunho sinks in even deeper, fucking screwing him, and its so dirty, so hot, and all he can do is break out into breathy gasps.

Yunho lets go of Changmin’s long hair, and slides his hands to the younger man’s waist, to his hips as he presses the v of his fly onto Changmin’s thighs, leaving marks the younger man knows will last for days. He leans forward, mouth to ear as Changmin flattens himself to the wall and lowers his eyelashes, the world silent as they both stay still.

“Like this Minnie-ah, like this,” and Yunho holds down his hips as he pushes in, cock hard and thick as it sinks inside, and this time Changmin does scream, loud as he feels it inside of him, unyielding and burning as it pushes against his walls and he can even feel it up to his goddamn fucking throat.

He wraps his arms around his shoulders and leans forward until his face is buried in his neck, whimpering and shaking and keening as Yunho slides out and thrusts back in, cock pulsating and alive, pushing against his spot and making him nearly blacken out as it fucks him. His eyes open as he feels Yunho’s hand on his dick, eyes dazed and blown wide as the older man jacks him, fingers hard and rough and applying the right amount of friction as each thrust of his cock shakes and pierces his body.

“So good Minnie-ah, so good,” Yunho says, voice rich and deep, but Changmin doesn’t hear it, doesn’t hear anything but the slick thrusts in and out of his body; doesn’t feel anything but the brush and burn of Yunho’s cock as it settles inside and it won’t leave he knows (not now, not ever). He’s been half-hard all day, with the plug inside him from the morning, and knows he won’t last long, won’t last with Yunho’s cock pushing his spot every fucking time.

When he comes, he doesn’t just come, he fucking explodes over Yunho’s hand, spurts and spurts of come all over his hand and their chests, coating it with hot come. He sinks in Yunho’s hold, boneless and fucked out as the older man’s thrusts become erratic, hard and frantic, and with one final thrust, he comes inside of him, filling him up with his come as it drips down, lube and come all over his thighs and down Yunho’s cock.

One of Yunho’s hand spans Changmin’s back as the other curls around his long hair, gentle as he picks the younger man up and carries him over to the bed. He lays him down slowly, head pillowed and body sinking into the sheets as Changmin tries to control his body. His breathing is irregular, his heart pounding as sweat slides down, and he’s blackening out, he knows, and won’t be able to stay conscious for much longer.

He hisses when he feels the cool cloth, shudders as Yunho cleanses him, eyes heavy lidded as he watches the older man settle in between his legs and rub a finger inside of him, a heavy look in his eyes as it comes out with his come.

Changmin mumbles something, but Yunho merely stretches out next to him, pants scratchy against his skin, and pushes him flush against his chest, arm sliding around his waist as he kisses his temple and breath a good night against his lips.

Fin.

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[A/N]: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I had writing it ;)

As the Storm Settles (I'll Stay by You)

2008-12-09T06:23:12Z

Title: As the Storm Settles (I'll Stay by You)
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: HoMin
Rating: PG - NC-17
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren't.
Summary: Short drabbles about Yunho and Changmin.

[A/N]: Straight up pwp ♥

&01;

Changmin shuffles softly in his bed, wiggles and shakes and squirms and one moment it’s too hot and another it’s too cold. He’s tired and achy and all he wants to do is curl up in bed and sleep, but something’s missing and he can’t go to sleep without it.

He turns on his belly, on his sides, on his back and he can’t find it, can’t find the perfect spot to sleep in, and it’s frustrating him to no end. He sneaks in an open eye at the digital clock and nearly winces at the time. He wants to sleep goddamn it, but his body is refusing to and he’s almost tempted to get up and find somewhere else to sleep when he feels the covers slowly lift up.

“mmmhf?” Changmin turns around, feeling cold air get inside his cavern of warmth and mumbles nonsense syllables to make his point across. He opens his mouth, but his jaw is too tired to move and he merely sinks back down into the pillow as the bed dips and a warm body slides in next to him.

“mmmmhm,” keens Changmin softly, head falling on his chest as arms circle his waist, and pull him closer, until hips fit with hips and legs get too tangled to tell which is which.

“Are you wearing my pajamas?” whispers Yunho with a laugh, softly in Changmin’s ears as the younger boy shifts slightly and buries the side of his face in the groove of Yunho’s shoulder and neck, feeling gentle hands stoke his hair.

“’m soft,” he says, but he squirms a bit more, until ah, and the last thing he remembers is a kiss on his forehead, un-chapped lips and a breath of warm air, and his body simply unwinds and lets go.

&02;

He’s angry, the heady, deep anger that makes him want to break things or yell out or throw something in rage. It shifts along a current underneath his skin and he feels like he’s almost about to pop open a vein; his blood pulsating with all the infuriation he’s kept up inside, wanting to break away but years of self-control locking it down.

It’s rage and jealousy and lust and love all at once, and he can feel it from Changmin, can practically see his struggle to keep it in and it burns inside of him, igniting something that keeps going and going and going.

“On the bed,” he snaps and Changmin doesn’t hesitate, stepping out his clothes one by one and throwing them on the floor as he stumbles onto the bed, spreading his legs and palming his cock and fuck, if that wasn’t enough to cream his pants like he was in high school again—

He slides his belt out of its loops, slinks off his shirt, but keeps on his jeans and draws his boxers down instead, slipping out his cock.

The younger man lets out a moan when he sees Yunho climb into the bed with only his jeans on, a thick, scrambled noise from the back of his throat as Yunho settles in between his legs and leans over, hands on the sides of his head, and crashes his lips on his.

There’s a scream muffled in between a kiss, a loud wrecked noise that escapes when Yunho lets go for the briefest of seconds to angle Changmin’s face and fuck, fuck fuck— He knows he’s not one to manhandled, but he’s been feeling the itch for days now— and fucks his mouth, tongue sliding in and out and pulling out sexy half-whines and slick moans from the younger man, making his arch and scramble his hands onto his biceps.

Shit. Bad move, Yunho’s shoulders and muscles bunch with every move he makes, and Changmin can feel it, can feel the thick muscle and the hard, lean skin, and he can’t even grab onto it, and his hands can’t close around it—

Yunho jerks back, and Changmin can feel his cock hard against his thigh and he rubs against it, letting out a pitiful sound when Yunho moves away and pushes him down onto the bed, looming over him.

“Please—can’t, fuck, Yunho, please—don’t, don’t know w-what, come on, come on.” Changmin has no idea what he’s babbling, but he’s arching into Yunho’s body and the jeans are scratchy against his skin, and the friction feels so, so, so good, and he wants it, fucking craves it.

“Fuck, so hot—don’t even know it, look at me, Changmin, look at me,” and Changmin does, eyes wide and Yunho pushes his body down, his full weight, and pins him to the bed, and when his hand curls around his cock, Changmin rips out a whine, arching his neck and shuddering with only the feel of his hand. Feeling him jack his cock, and slid his thumb over the slit and fuck, fuck, fuck—

He’s too strung out, feeling Yunho everywhere, and he knows he’s about to come soon, but his hips jerk with every touch as he grounds himself against Yunho’s jeans, hears the hot pants and the curses near his ear, and feels a small sense of satisfaction. He’s fucked over, he knows, but it pleases him like no end to see the older man lose control.

“Give i-it, Yunho, fuck, just give it—” too me, but Changmin feels the rush and he’s about to open his mouth, I’m coming, but he splurts all over Yunho’s hands, come staining the older man’s chest and covering all of Changmin’s, making the younger boy’s body jerk and shudder with the aftereffects.

Yunho kisses him through it, sloppy, wet kisses, but as Changmin comes down from his high, the older man slides his fingers in come, and touches the younger man’s bottom lip, tapping it gently, eyes hungry.

Opening his mouth, Changmin takes in two of Yunho’s fingers, cheeks hollowing and eyes widening as he looks up from his hair, working the older man’s fingers like he’s blowing on him, takes down all of it and flicks his tongue around them, heat and friction surrounding and swallowing his cum.

“Shit,” Yunho rubs his hard cock against Changmin’s, making the younger boy close his eyes as he feels his softened cock all up against Yunho’s, and it borders on painful, but feels so fucking good and he whimpers slightly as he feels blood rush into his dick again.

“Gonna be so good,” he’s saying in amusement, but it’s too hot and heated and makes Changmin moan around the wet fingers, “fuck you over with my fingers first, open you up, think you can take in four?”

Changmin jerks in Yunho’s grip, but the older man only chuckles and releases his fingers from Changmin’s mouth, salvia and cum sliding down the younger man’s mouth as he fingers Changmin’s belly button.

The younger man’s fingernails dig into his arms, and he’s about to let go when Yunho jerks up, moving the bed, and bites down on his shoulder, making him cry out and shudder when he feels his tongue lap over it, soothing and marking and making it open, and wide and shit— Changmin hadn’t realized he slid in a finger, warm hard flesh stretching him open and before he can say anything more, another one slides in next to it, wet and slimy and slick.

He rolls down his hips, fucking himself onto the fingers and he’s making all these desperate slutty sounds, and it shouldn’t be like this, (it never was, just casual sex and casual friendship, and this wasn’t on the agenda, but then again, love never was), but sweat pools down his back, and he wants more.

“Told you—” Yunho rasps, as he slides in number four, lube out in one hand and he opens it with his mouth, flips open the bottle and pours half of it down his fingers, still in Changmin’s hole, and making him feel the cool liquid inside him everywhere. “So hot for my fingers…should see yourself—f-fucking yourself on t-them—God,” and it bursts out of him, a groan as he kisses him again, a split second of a hard kiss before he starts speaking again.

“Make you feel it, beg for it, hard cock in your ass—you’d love it too, wrap your legs around me, fuck yourself on it, crying and moaning in that voice of yours—”

Changmin gasps and pants and closes his eyes, and he can picture it—can see himself against the wall, or over a desk, legs spread wide, being fucked down on a large cock, rolling his hips and making it jump inside of him and—

Yunho slides them out with a slick pop, and Changmin feels the emptiness even more so than before, feels the rough feel of his jeans and knows the marks are going to last for days.

“Want…want you inside of me, fuck Yunho, inside and need it, me—” and Changmin has no idea what he’s saying, babbles and words that don’t make any sense and he leans forward, biting on Yunho’s ear and chewing on it like it’s his new favorite toy.

“Please,” he whispers in his ears, and Yunho snaps, pushes himself off of the younger boy and spreads his legs wider, pulling him closer until his cock is snug between his legs and right where he wants it.

“Gonna make you feel it,” he promises, as he pours the lube on the rest of his cock, and without warning, without hesitation, slides in straight to the hilt until Changmin is full of Yunho, screwed and fucked over as he takes all of it.

Changmin yells out, voice become hoarse already and won’t make it through the night, as he feels the hard, pulsating piece of flesh inside him, world narrowing down to only the feel of it, full and wet as he breathes out in gasps and moans, Yunho still as he watches the younger man settle into it.

He gives a tiny thrust, rocking the bed and Changmin with it, and there’s a moment of pure stillness before Changmin opens his eyes and says in a breathless voice, a small smirk at the corner of his mouth, “Thought you w-were gonna make me—Fuck,”

Yunho slides in all of it, pushing against Changmin’s sides as he grabs his hips and caresses them, grinning as he says, “You were saying something?” Changmin can only give out a strangled cry, torn from his voice and muffled and it’s some sort of choked sound, and the older man smirks, leaning forward to take in one of his nipples into his mouth.

He works at it, giving Changmin’s body small thrusts that shake his body and when he finally lets go, after nibbling and chewing and pulling at it, his lips are shiny with split and Changmin wonders if someone can die from feeling like this.

“Fast now, make it feel good, you like that don’t you—All hot and messy, and fuck, gonna take you like this all the time—” and Yunho slides all the way out, making the younger man trying to pull himself down with him and he wants to say something, really, wipe that smirk off his face but all he can do is break into gasps and moans, and Yunho slams back in, faster and stronger thrusts and no wonder all he can do is take it.

Long strokes, and Changmin whines with every one, and there’s a moment’s notice before Yunho slides arm from underneath him and picks up, pushes him against his chest and Changmin nearly screams again when he feels his cock push against that spot of his, over and over and over again.

His jeans leaves marks all over his thighs and Changmin can feel how loud Yunho’s heartbeat is next to his own, can hear the pants and the feel of kisses on his neck.

He throws back his head and wraps his legs around him, thighs shaking as Yunho slides in and out of him, an irregular rhythm that touches his spot every fucking time, and he feels himself burning again, can feel the pressure rising inside of him.

He rolls his hips down with every thrust and it makes Yunho falter at first, curse and bite his neck, but then the older man nudges him even wider and Changmin can almost picture himself now, all heavy-lidded and fucked out, and he’s about to come, he knows, and the thrusts are almost frantic now, in and out, in and out.

“I’m—need, n-eed, co—” This time Changmin almost blackens out, feels the edges of his vision dim and his body tighten up and his come splatters in between their chests; feels his head pitch over and his arms wrap around Yunho’s neck, body entirely held up by the older man.

Yunho fucks into him a few more times, lean, thick cock rubbing against his insides and pushing his hole open before he comes inside of the younger man with a moan, burying his face in Changmin’s neck and making him feel his cum, feel it filling inside of him.

Changmin slumps over, struggling to breathe and shuddering, with his body quaking in Yunho’s arms as cum slides out of him and into the sheets. Their bodies are hot and sleek and wet as Yunho gently slides him down, kisses his temple, and smoothes his sweat slick hair from his forehead, cleans him and wipes the both of them down.

Changmin moans softly as the older man settles in next to him, hip to hip, one hand underneath the younger boy’s head, touching his hair gently as Changmin slips an arm over his chest. Walking? Is his last thought, I don’t think I can even move.

&03;

The weather is cold outside, snowing and wind billowing and their activities are canceled for the night, their interviewers all sick and unable to make it.

“Made you some hot chocolate,” said Yunho with a quick smile as Changmin walks in, blanket around his body and making him look like he’s five again.

He nods, mouths a thank you and takes it with grateful hands, closes his eyes as he breathes in the steam.

They grab their mugs, side by side, and rather than sit on the sofa, they sit on the floor, leaning against the sofa and spreading the blanket in between them. Changmin leans against Yunho and Yunho leans against Changmin, and the younger man sighs softly as they stare out the window.

It’s a cold night, dark and windy, but Changmin and Yunho merely settle in with a deep breath, watching the storm as it quiets down and clears up.

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[A/N]: *Sighs* Blame my muse, really.

As the Wind Blows (I'll Follow You) [2/2]

2008-12-02T06:52:12Z

Title: As the Wind Blows (I'll Follow You) [2/2]
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: MinSu, OT5
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren't.
Summary: In which Dong Bang Shin Ki pretends to rob a convenience store, Changmin sleeps in a tub, and Junsu begins to realize that he's falling for someone he least expected.

[A/N]: Based on Come to Play, and other various shows DBSK have currently been on and shared secrets with. And because, well, MinSu just about exploded. :D

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“—first, and fifteen minutes later, Junsu and Changmin will go.” Junsu nodded with the group, face serious, eyes sharp. The reason why they went didn’t concern the older man; it was how they went to the convenience store that made it worth it.

Changmin looked less than convinced, but he was the youngest and in discussions like these, his voice was the least heard (not that Junsu wouldn’t hear him out, but when the rest had decided to go, he no longer had a choice). Jaejoong had finally gotten into as well; his face was excited and he was smiling, not the fake-smiling that he covered with his hand, but smiling as if he was honestly happy.

They set the alarm for one, but by the time they all rolled out of bed and brushed their teeth, it was nearing one thirty and they struggled to be quiet. They kept giving their manager’s closed door furtive glances and whispering hurry ups in between getting dressed and putting on their shoes. Junsu felt as though he was ten again, a secret plan made under bed sheets and with torches, the feeling of getting caught and the exhilaration that they’re actually doing it making his heart pound and his hands clammy with sweat.

They dressed appropriately (at least Junsu thought so), with Jaejoong wearing a beanie, glasses and a scarf that covered his mouth, Yunho wearing a hat, sunglasses and his collar turned up and Yoochun with only a beanies and sunglasses. (They had planned on Yoochun being blind, but Yunho thought it would attract too much attention and Jaejoong couldn’t find a blind man’s walking stick in time).

Changmin and Junsu took a more natural look, with Changmin wearing sunglasses and a beanie, and Junsu wearing a hat and a sick mask, covering nearly all of his mouth. (Changmin opted for a ski mask, but Yoochun was worried that they might actually look like robbers if he had worn it).

True to his word, Yunho took both Yoochun and Jaejoong out of the apartment first, while Junsu and Changmin watched their backs in case of their manager, or worse, fangirls trailing around their apartment complex waiting for a glimpse of their faces.

Junsu felt as if the fifteen minutes would never end, as he first sat on the window ledge, and then on the sofa, and finally walked around the door in an attempt to pass time. Changmin was snoring softly on the sofa in front of him, and only jerked awake when his watch beeped loudly. Wiping drool off the side of his face, the younger man looked straight up into Junsu’s eyes and nodded, as the two quickly escaped their apartment and set out onto the streets.

They arrived in two minutes and forty six seconds (but hey, thought Junsu, who was counting?) and made it in time to see Jaejoong add microwavable vegetables to the cart that Yoochun was idly holding. Since Changmin and Junsu weren’t supposed to know them, the two grabbed a basket and moved to the back of the store, Changmin casually checking over the cart and seeing over two boxes of mango pudding inside it.

He visibly shuddered.

Junsu didn’t have a reason to buy anything, but he still picked up a box of cookies and turned around to see Changmin dump nearly four boxes of crackers into the basket. Grabbing them from his hands, Junsu shoved the crackers next to the pasta and whispered hotly, “Check your wallet first before you pick up stuff!”

“We have money!” whispered Changmin, indignant and with pursed lips, but Junsu didn’t give the crackers back until Changmin opened up his wallet and stared at the few bills and the remains of a candy wrapper.

He looked up with pouted lips and a babyish look, but Junsu didn’t buy it. “We can’t use our credit cards you know, so lets just buy simple stuff, like milk or something.”

“But we have—”

“Milk,” said Junsu sternly, and left the crackers on the shelf and moved towards the refrigerated aisle. “It’s cheaper and we need it so—”

“Are you kidding me?! Of course Dong Bang Shin Ki is better, I mean, come on.”

Junsu and Changmin froze, with the older man going still as he opened up one of the refrigerated doors. They gave quick worried glances at each other before turning their heads discreetly away from the girls down the aisle.

“I still think Big Bang is better,” said a different voice, and Junsu was torn in hightailing it out of here or waiting to hear what she said, “they promoted working for a natural disaster for their music video, and all Dong Bang whatever did is talk about owning someone and breaking some stupid rules.”

The older man felt Changmin stiffen beside him and he knew it was dangerous to stay there, but somehow he couldn’t move his feet. “Come here,” hissed Junsu, as he suddenly grasped Changmin’s hand and intertwined their fingers, “so they won’t notice us,” as a response to Changmin’s surprised look.

“I think, hyung, dressing up in sunglasses and sick masks and holding hands would be more noticeable,” said the younger man dryly, but he moved closer anyway, strengthening their fingers and leaning close enough that their chests brushed and they shared the same air.

Changmin was looking down at him, his warmth spreading through Junsu and the older man didn’t think it was important or anything, but Changmin’s hands were tangled up with his. He had begun to notice them, thin and long and not thick and pudgy like men as tall as him, but strong both ways, strong enough (Junsu thinks) to pick him up, to make things seems smaller compared to him, but not compared his height at all.

He expresses himself with his hands, sings and plays games and picks up sofas when Jaejoong needs to redecorate things again and it’s not important or anything, but Junsu notices them immediately, notices how gently they touch people who are close to him, soft strokes of affection that leave as quick a they come, but he notices. He was about to say to say something, anything, since he’s finding it slightly difficult to breathe and Changmin’s looking down at him with warm and gentle eyes—

“At least,” said the first voice, snottier and with an I-know-more-than-you tone, “they don’t come up to my waist.”

Silence stretched in between the girls as Junsu and Changmin quickly broke apart and put back their milk, walking as fast as they could without running towards the front exist. As soon as they walked out the doors, backs to the store, both men ran straight towards their apartment building, not resting until they were safe behind their front door.

“I think,” said Changmin, between gasps of air as he was bent over, hands on knees, “that we’re never going to do that again.”

Junsu, who was covering his mouth to muffle his laugh, could only nod weakly as he struggled to breathe and nearly crashed into the younger man, who loosely held him up but eventually the two sank to the floor, Changmin hiding his laughter by burying his face in Junsu’s shoulder.

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“And Yoochun finally got his mango pudding too,” said Changmin, the remains of his laughter on his face as his body shuddered slightly. He was grinning widely and Junsu couldn’t help but follow him, an infectious air surrounding the two.

“Remember—” started Junsu, stopping suddenly before he tilted his head and said, “remember the episode when the pipe line broke and we had to shuffle around in different rooms?” It was a quite sort of thought, and Changmin had the choice of picking up the conversation or letting it slide, and if he chose the latter, for some reason it didn’t bother Junsu as it once did. He doesn’t know how to explain it (he doesn’t even know what it is) but there’s just something between them; if one conversation ends, it doesn’t matter when the next one starts, sorta like an endless conversation that they have, he thinks.

“Of course,” said Changmin with a chuckle, but when he turns towards Junsu, his eyes are warm. “We camped out on the sofa.”

“You camped out on the sofa,” said Junsu, but with no real heat, “I slept on my own bed the first day.”

“Yeah?” teased Changmin, “what about the other days? If I remember correctly, you—”

“Talked in your sleep.” finished Junsu, ignoring Changmin’s look of fake shock as he settled into another memory.

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It was slow at first; like a steady fall of rain before it began to pour hard and fast, leaving clear skies in its wake. Junsu was simply used to having Changmin by his side, whether it was dance practices, singing rehearsals, or even when the two settled down for sleep, at whatever hour they stumbled back home.

Changmin had a tendency to do each song, each new dance routine, over and over again until he deemed it was perfect. Junsu had a tendency to practice better (he thinks so) when Changmin is in the studio with him, his head peeking out from behind tall doors and open windows. It wasn’t much of a need, but rather a dependency that co-existed between them; one that led to better results with less amount of time (is how Changmin explained it to him).

But Junsu thinks it’s much simpler than that. He doesn’t think it has do anything with co-existence (“what are we, fish?” is his first response when Changmin told him), but rather two people who have learned to know each so well that words no longer became necessary. Actions, thought Junsu, became important, not words or demands, or wants. With Junho, it was easy; whenever he would call his brother, Junho would always know what to say to make him feel better, would always talk him through a problem, or tell him that it’s going to be fine and that he loves him.

With Changmin, as Junsu started putting everything together, it was completely different. Changmin never said something out loud that he wasn’t sure about (“I don’t know if it’s going to be better hyung, but I promise you we’re going to try and make it,”), pointed out all the mistakes and little problems Junsu tended to ignore, and rather than tell him anything, Changmin would give him a blanket or tell him he can relax for a few minutes, or simply touch him on the shoulder and it would mean, I’m here. Don’t forget that.

He would laugh at all his jokes, and not the strained laughs that he was so used to hearing, but laughs that meant that was good! Don’t stop what you’re doing, I like it, and Junsu got this happy feeling, this feeling that he likes him no matter what happens. And he felt the same way, as his sleeping pattern had anything to show for it.

“Sorry,” the manager had said, shaking his head as the group watched him from the living room. “The water pipe broke, and the electricians can’t come until Friday, so Junsu and Changmin need to bunk somewhere else for the next couple of nights.”

The five all looked at each other, blinking before Yunho finally grasped at what the manager said and coughed, opening his mouth to say something, but instead Changmin cut him off.

“I’ll take the sofa, Junsu can sleep in Yoochun’s room on the extra mattress that Jaejoong has.” Yunho nodded as if to prove that he thought about it as well, that he came up with it first, but no one bothered to clarify or expand or fight or anything. Yoochun merely nodded and Jaejoong got up and grabbed the extra mattress as Junsu turned his eyes to Changmin’s and seeing the reassurance, nodded before walking into Yoochun’s room.

But it was a restless night for the older man, as Junsu shifted and turned and frowned in his sleep. He didn’t feel comfortable and maybe it had to do with something in the room, or the bed, or even the old blankets he misses (that were now wet) but he just couldn’t sleep.

“Are you hungry?” murmured Junsu sometime after four in the morning and expecting an answer, Junsu’s frown deepened as no reply came but the noise of Yoochun’s snoring. By the time he woke up, he felt as if he hadn’t had any sleep at all, with bags underneath his eyes and a tired ache in his body. Changmin looked no better, with his eyes blinking rapidly to stay awake, and his mouth falling open at every interval.

The next night, Junsu began turning over again, and finding no peace, picked up his blanket and his pillow and padded over to the sofa. Seeing Changmin sprawled over it, his body sinking and open and warm, Junsu dropped his pillow and slid in, body fitting tightly against Changmin’s taller frame, head tucked under his chin, legs tangled with his, chest to chest. He doesn’t really have a preference over where he sleeps (he knows) but he’s pretty sure he’d get some sleep tonight like this.

By the time he stirs around four in the morning and murmurs, “Are you hungry?” against Changmin’s chest, there’s a pause before Changmin murmurs back, voice husky with sleep, eyes closed, “No…Jaejoong’s soup…bad.”

And when Junsu finally wakes up, he feels refreshed and comfortable and somehow it feels like every other moment with Changmin, but he likes it, he likes it. They don’t really talk in the morning, slightly awkward and glances that turn away and feet shuffling, but when Jaejoong says something about soup tonight, Junsu speaks up and says he doesn’t like it.

So when Changmin shoots him a surprised glance, knowing and smiling and his lips twisting up into a smile, Junsu gets the feeling that it’s going to be fine and if he slides in next to Changmin the next night, then it’s not that big of a deal (at least he doesn’t think so).

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“Thank God we got our room fixed,” mused Changmin, “thought I was going to break my back sleeping on the sofa.”

Junsu snorted, “Yeah, sure. You fell asleep as soon as you put your legs up.”

Changmin began to deny it, but finding no desire to, he merely shrugged instead. “It hasn’t been easy ever since we got back,” he said, and as soon as he said the words, there was no truth in denying them.

“Yeah,” said Junsu softly, and he was right, its wasn’t easy physically and emotionally—wondering if the fourth album would please the fans, the country, wondering if they were getting out of style, getting out of touch, working endlessly night after night until everything was damn near perfect, perfect for everyone, for them.

But Junsu knew it wasn’t the fans, or the country or how much albums they sold or whether they would still be undefeated that truly bothered Changmin. He wasn’t wrong when he said that the younger man didn’t feel jealousy or anything of that sort, but maybe he hadn’t said it right.

Junsu knew Changmin never got jealous because the younger man never believed that he lacked something that he needed. What was his was something he wanted to share with anyone, like his voice or his smile, or the way he would express something, his laugh. He never wanted what someone else had only because it wasn’t that much important to him, and it was slightly cruel almost, Junsu thought, but it made perfect sense to him. To Changmin, his worry was that he wouldn’t be able to pull out his best, wouldn’t be able to take the best of his abilities and showcase them with the group, or in time.

“Be we did it…or,” Junsu corrected himself, “we’re doing it. The best we can do.”

“Yeah,” Changmin smiled, his glass somewhere lost on the grass, “we are.”

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Changmin doesn’t think he’s ever felt protective over anyone really, (his sisters don’t count since months go by before he can even see them) but Junsu brings it out of him in ways he can’t explain, no matter how psychological he gets.

“I think I’m just going to buy the whole outfit, what do you—” Changmin reaches forward without thinking, one hand holding the mannequin up, the other around Junsu’s waist, pulling him back and flush up against his chest. He feels time dragging into a halt; the only sounds heard are of Junsu’s breathing, shallow pants and beating of his own heart.

Then time starts again, as Changmin fully pushes the mannequin up and slips his arm out from around Junsu, letting the older man take over the situation as Yoochun and Jaejoong come over.

It is the slightest of feelings, but Changmin can’t shake the idea that Junsu feels so small underneath him, feels comfortable and warm and reminds him of quite naps and curling up with games and soft blankets. Junsu would protest if Changmin ever told him, laugh or make a joke if he ever said it out loud, because Junsu isn’t actually small, he’s tall and built and strong, and feels solid against Changmin’s body.

But he’s soft in all the right places and fits so well with Changmin, the younger man wonders if he ever truly left. (“It’s Jaejoong that should feel small,” Junsu would say, “He’s slimmer and you’re lean,” but Changmin knows that’s not true at all).

Changmin doesn’t have many close friends, doesn’t have many people he relies on, and he doesn’t mind it or regret it when he rejects offers to go out. Once he lets people in once, such as his family and childhood friends, he lets them in for life. Junsu, Changmin knows, is no exception. None of the members are.

So when there’s an offer to see KangIn’s new movie, and with Jaejoong, Yoochun and Yunho busy, Changmin doesn’t hesitate to say “Yes,” to Junsu’s question, doesn’t hesitate to tug the hem of Junsu’s shirt when the older man receives the tickets and asks around to see if anyone’s going. They’re tired, and probably have a full day of interviews, and rehearsals, and practice tomorrow, but it’s KangIn and Junsu and Changmin finds it surprising (but not so much) that he truly wants to go.

It’s like every other moment (but then again it’s not) and when Changmin slips his hand in the rush of the premiere, Junsu takes it in without protest.

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When Changmin opens his eyes, it’s darker then before, much darker, and he can see the full moon straight up ahead, surrounded by clusters of stars.

He stirs, his head on Junsu’s lap, and as Junsu looks down at him, eyes light and slightly sleepy, he murmurs “Hey,” and leans up, just as Junsu leans down.

It’s not as epic as pretending to rob a convenience store, or their horizontal dance, and rockets don’t explode and the ground doesn’t shake, but Junsu’s lips are warm as they meet his, and Changmin thinks that out of all the specific moments in his life (all the ones—becoming a trainee, joining the group, wining the mutizen and even still today, wining album of the year) this moment is definitely one of the most perfect of them all.

“Hi,” Junsu whispers back as they break apart, Changmin smiling as their foreheads touch and he’s cupping Junsu’s face as the older man grins, laughing slightly as a breeze filters though, ruffling their hair and shifting the swings of an old playground.

Fin.

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[A/N]: It’s two in the morning and I expected ~2,000 words at the most but this thing just grew and grew and grew and I haven’t replied back yet and T_______T! I have no idea what this is, honestly.

As the Wind Blows (I'll Follow You) [1/2]

2008-12-02T06:48:17Z

Title: As the Wind Blows (I'll Follow You) [1/2]
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: MinSu, OT5
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren't.
Summary: In which Dong Bang Shin Ki pretends to rob a convenience store, Changmin sleeps in a tub, and Junsu begins to realize that he's falling for someone he least expected.

[A/N]: Based on Come to Play, and other various shows DBSK have currently been on and shared secrets with. And because, well, MinSu just about exploded. :D

As the Wind Blows (I’ll follow you)

“Hey.”

“Hi,” replied Changmin, smiling slightly as he turned his head and tilted it to look up at Junsu. The older man sat down next to him on the grass, Indian style, and watched the playground as the swings shifted slightly in the wind. It was colder now, in Korea than it was in Japan, and Junsu shivered in the weather.

“Want a drink?” asked Changmin, eyes light and face calm, content. Junsu shook his head as Changmin poured from his soju bottle and took a long drink. He cradled his glass in his hands and Junsu was immediately drawn to it. It was dark, nearing almost twelve at night, but the older man could see Changmin clearly as it were day, notice the relaxed eyebrows, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips, his mismatched eyes, the barest hint of redness in his cheeks.

“I called Junho today,” said Junsu quietly, hands clasped in his lap. “I asked him if he missed me, and he told me to get back to whatever it was I was doing.”

“And then?”

“He said yes.”

Changmin poured himself a little more, and holding it with one hand, as he gazed at the empty playground and absentmindedly placed his hand on his knee. There was a small pause, as he drank his soju and Junsu slowly relaxed, shoulders dropping, hands loosening, body working itself out its knots.

“I was thinking,” said Changmin, voice contemplative and with a slightest hint of being deep in thought, “of all things we would have to say the next time we’re on a show.” His eyes furrowed at this, and he brought the glass closer to his lips, draining the rest of the contents. Junsu watched him in the corner of the eyes but didn’t comment. Usually he would ask why, crack a joke, make an irrelevant comment, but the air was…was too peaceful (he guesses) and he didn’t want to disturb it (is what he saying).

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” said the younger man, “I mean I know where you are all the time,” he turned his head to Junsu as he said the rest of his sentence, “but it’s not as if I wanted everyone else to know.”

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Junsu knows were all the members usually are. It’s never a guessing game for him, if they’re not in one place, then they’re in another, or another and it all somehow makes sense in his mind. But Junsu never forgot the day (so long ago he muses, years had past then) when Changmin got lost and no one could find him.

“Changmin?” Junsu was walking through the shoot, “Changm—oof!” Nearly tripping over the wire and falling on his face, the older man pulled himself up at the least second, brushing away invisible threads as he continued walking. He walked through the studio, through the doors, as his eyes shifted from left to right, looking for one specific head in particular.

“Yunho-ah,” he said, as he found Yunho in one of the sets, “have you seen Changmin?”

The older man was searching for something on his own, hands fiddling around the table uselessly as his eyes focused on the mess around him. “Nope,” he said, “but have you seen my cell phone? I swear I put it on the table two seconds ago, but it’s not here…”

“Check your pockets,” said Junsu in a slightly exasperated tone, and continued on his hunt for the maknae. It shouldn’t have bothered him as it did, but somehow Junsu couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong and that he had to find Changmin now.

“Changmin’s missing.” Junsu’s voice was flat, his eyes narrowed as he watched Jaejoong and Yoochun laughing about something or other and checking their cell phones. There’s a pause in which they look at each other and then at Junsu.

“Find him.”

They’re up within a second, and fanning out, checking each room, every nook and cranny of the studio and its sets. It’s not until Yoochun sends him a text, Found him. Bathroom. that Junsu lets out a deep breath and closes his eyes, praying to whoever was up there that the younger man would be okay.

He was cramped up in a tub, when Junsu came over, hands and feet too large and underneath him as he was laid down on the ceramic. His eyes were closed; the younger man sleeping with his cell phone tucked in his head and near his ears. Having been waiting for his turn, Changmin had probably been too tired and exhaustion had won out, making the younger man search for a quiet place to catch even minutes of sleep.

Yoochun simply looked at Junsu when he reached Changmin and Junsu wanted to ask him, why? Why are you looking at me like that? but he knew why.

He picked up the phone; he probably forgot to turn it off from silent, and said, in a loud voice. “I still haven’t found him guys! He’s not here!”

Yoochun smiled and patted him on the shoulder, walking past him as Junsu stared down at Changmin and wondered if he could somehow fit into the tub too.

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“It was an accident!” whined Changmin in a don’t-blame-it-on-me tone of voice. “I was tired, and it wasn’t as if they needed me at that moment anyway.”

Junsu shook his head, but smiled, tucking his hands in the pocket of his jacket as the wind suddenly picked up. “It took years off my life, not to mention Yunho was too busy searching for his phone to do his job.” Despite the words, the tone was light and held no feeling, making the younger man look down at his lap and rub the condensation that formed on the outside of his glass.

“It gets tiring sometimes, and I don’t blame Jaejoong when he does some of the things he does,” Changmin said, sounding much like the older man he was thought to be. Junsu didn’t like it.

“You mean the crazy stalker pictures? Or the way he would pop up everywhere when you least expect it?”

Changmin laughed at that, straight out and laughed, body shaking mouth widening, eyes turning up. “I guess,” he said when he finally caught his breath, “but he does have a point. Whenever we say something about ourselves, it becomes their’s, not our’s.” Junsu nodded, knowing what he meant, what he felt, but it wasn’t much of issue to him; at least he didn’t think so.

“But I don’t think they’ll ever know some things,” Junsu finally said, thinking about mornings when Yunho tumbled out of bed and tripped over everything in sight, when Changmin would spend hours brushing his teeth because he’d forget that he brushed there already, or how Jaejoong would give him that sleepy smile when he finally made it to the breakfast table, and how Yoochun would blink and blink and blink and blindly reach for his juice, or breakfast in a rush to eat it because he didn’t remember that they had the morning off.

“Some things,” the younger man snorts, but there’s a half-smile forming at the edges of his lips and he says, “I wish we could do some of the old things too, things like riding a bike, or going to the convenience store, or even grocery shopping.”

“You want to go grocery shopping?” asked Junsu, some disbelief evident in his voice.

“Well…actually yeah, I do. It’s not some thing people normally think about, but I want to.”

“But we did, remember? Not grocery shopping, but we did go that one time to the convenience store.”

When he stopped talking, the silence was endless and Junsu could hear the faint clinking of the swings, but then Changmin threw back his head and Junsu burst out, leaning together as they laughed, laughed and laughed until tears formed at the corners of their eyes and Junsu was holding his stomach, his sides beginning to hurt.

“Now that,” said the younger man pointedly and grinning widely, “was epic.”

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It was because of Yoochun, Changmin remembered, because of Yoochun and his stupid desire to have pudding. Mango pudding. Found only in the convenience store down the block from their apartment. Now Changmin loves food, more than anyone can imagine, but he shuddered when he first heard about mango pudding, because there was pudding, and then there was mango pudding. Even month later, he still shuddered whenever anyone mentioned it.

“I think,” said Yoochun, after the group stumbled into their apartment in the middle of the night, sweaty and tired and slightly sick of the fact that they can hear Mirotic over and over in their heads, “that I really want mango pudding.”

No one gave him a second thought, firstly because they’re tired, and secondly, it’s Yoochun, and chances are, he’ll forget about it in the morning. Unfortunately, they were wrong.

Dead wrong.

“Okay, we get it,” snapped Jaejoong during one of their practices when Yoochun mumbled something offhand about mango and puddings, “just—just tell someone to get it for you.” But Yoochun was adamant, and shook his head, pouting as he said, “I want to get it for myself, and guys it’s been so long since we’ve been out, I mean, we always get shuffled here or there, and—”

They turned to Yunho, who felt torn between wanting to say yes, and feeling like he should say no.

“—and walk for a bit, stretch out our legs, feel the fresh air. And maybe we’d hear a conversation about what people really think about us, beyond the internet—”

“Fine,” said Yunho, interrupting Yoochun’s monologue, “we’ll go. But we’ll have to plan this out first.”

The first one to convince was Junsu, since if Junsu agreed then the both of them knew Changmin wouldn’t be too far behind. Jaejoong took some time though, since he told them repeatedly that everyone would recognize him and while they wouldn’t recognize Yoochun, it’d still be risky.

He was finally won over when Yoochun promised to wash dishes for a month.

“Okay,” said Yoochun, as he drew out the small map he made during rehearsal breaks on the dining room table. It was a hideous drawing, Changmin thought, with lines and squares and things, but Yoochun was serious and everyone was hanging on to his last word.

“We strike at 2 A.M. Less people in the store, but enough that it won’t get too empty. The cashier probably won’t even care who’s on the line, and the customers will mind their own business, since all they want to do is get back home.” Changmin almost burst out laughing at the craziness of the solution, it’s seems liking we’re robbing the place for God’s sakes, but Yoochun was focused and dedicated and Junsu was right there next to him.

“We’ll split into two groups,” said Yunho as he picked up the conversation, “me, Yoochun and Jaejoong will go—”

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“They split us into two groups remember?” Junsu grinned, a flash of teeth, and Changmin shouldn’t have even asked him to remember, because Junsu remembered everything.

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[Part 2/2 >>]

Because of You [Interlude i. & Interlude ii.]

2008-11-28T04:51:29Z

Title: Because of You Interlude i. & Interlude ii.
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: JaeMin
Rating: R (Lemon)
Warning: Delinquent!Jae and Uke!Min = Smex/Language
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren't.
Summary: Min is a simple boy who was rejected by his first love. However, when he agrees to tutor a delinquent, his life turns upside down in ways in he never wished it would. Previous: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6A] [Chapter 6B] [Chapter 7] [At a Glance - YooSu SideStory] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11A] [Chapter 11B] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15A] [Chapter 15B] [Chapter 16A] [Chapter 16B] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] [Chapter 19A] [Chapter 19B] [Chapter 20A] [Chapter 20B] [Chapter 21A] [Chapter 21B] [Chapter 22A] [Chapter 22B] [Chapter 22C] [Chapter 23A] [Chapter 23B]

[A/N]: Small interludes between certain chapters ^^

Interlude i.

→ Takes place in between chapters [Chapter 16B]/[Chapter 17] and [Chapter 18]

Ha-Neul sighed as she stared at herself in the mirror, wiping away the rest of her makeup with the wet cloth. Ducking down, she washed her face in the marble sink and dried it, making sure to cleanse every part of her face.

Wrapping the robe around her, she walked out of her bathroom and into her bedroom, wincing at the sight of her clothes hastily thrown on top of her chairs, her sofa, her bed, with her expensive shoes all over the floor. She then smiled, remembering that Jaejoong usually would pick up after himself, while Junsu took after her, all messy and taking hours to decide what to wear. It’s because we both have no sense of fashion, she chuckled to herself, because we’re too alike in that sense.

She glanced at the closed door and walked over to open it slightly, an old habit from an old house, when her children were still children and scared of creatures underneath their beds and inside their closets. Now Junsu’s sleeping over at a friend’s house and Jaejoong…

Jaejoong…

She turned away, tilting her head as she began removing her earring. What’s the use of such a large house when there’s no one to share it with? Jong-Il wouldn’t come back till late, she knew, and felt a tingle of regret that she escaped the party as soon as she did. It wasn’t as if I was going to miss much anyway—

Ring. Ring. Ring.

I mean, it’s the same thing over and over—

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Ha-Neul picked up her cell phone, absentmindedly flipping it open as she toyed with her earring still, trying to get it open. Should I have stayed? It doesn’t seem as if I’d miss anything relatively important, “Hello?” Maybe I’ll just make it up later…

“Mother,” said the voice, and Ha-Neul froze; every thought disappearing from her mind as she almost dropped her phone. Shock made her stiff, widened her eyes until the earring crashed into the floor and jolted her into the present.

“Jaejoong,” she said breathlessly, closing her eyes against the tidal wave of the emotions, “baby.” It’s been so long. How are you? How have you been? Do miss home? But for some reason, nothing would come out except his name and the sound of her heart, beating so loud, thump…thump…thump.

There was a slight pause on the other end before Jaejoong spoke, voice tight, but simple and short, as always. “I’m…I’m doing well…and yeah. Yeah.”

“Have—” Ha-Neul stopped short before she swallowed and said in a more tentative tone, hand fumbling around in her lap as she gripped hard on her phone, “Have you been eating well? I know how you only like to eat from only certain places…or people, and I mean, convenience lunch boxes aren’t healthy and—”

“Don’t,” cut in Jaejoong, “Don’t worry about me or anything, I’m gonna…I’m going to be alright.”

Ha-Neul smiled softly, eyes lighting up, “I’d worry anyway baby, but thank—thank you for calling, calling and letting me know.”

“Yeah,” Jaejoong replied back, slightly awkward but with no regrets. “I’ll talk to you later, I guess,” and Ha-Nuel swallowed against all the questions she wanted to say; How’s school? Have you been fighting again? and Is work alright? Is the apartment holding up? and let it slide. For another time, she thought and nodded, but realizing that he couldn’t see her, she said quietly, “Please…please do Jaejoong-ah, I’d love to hear from you time to time.”

“Yeah…yeah, so, well…goodbye,” he said, and Ha-Nuel said a soft goodbye back before shutting off the phone. Gripping it tightly in her hands, Ha-Nuel closed her eyes and let out a deep breath.

She hadn’t known she was holding her breath for so long, years maybe, until she had finally let it out.

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Interlude ii.

→ Takes place in between chapters [Chapter 20A]/[Chapter 20B] and [Chapter 21A]

“I know, I told him to shut up, but he kept speaking, and speaking—” Laughter carried over from the open door as a few student walked through, laughing and joking.

Jaejoong was washing his hands, cleansing and rubbing them slowly as he watched them from the bathroom mirror. One of the boys walked towards the separate urinals while two checked to see if one of the stalls were free.

“Nope, someone’s in here, see the feet? Yeah—that one’s free—” The door of the first stall creaked open slightly, and Jaejoong could hear the panting breaths from inside, struggling for control. But much like everything else that happened, control wasn’t able to rein itself in today; it left its participants hot and heady, desire, lust, sex a need that coursed through their blood and ran deep, so deep.

Jaejoong calmly walked over to the paper towels and began to towel his hands dry, the group finishing up and cleaning their own quickly, the sound of the electronic hand dryer stifling their voices.

When at last they walked out, Jaejoong waited a moment, leaning his hand forward as he closed his eyes and tried to regain his composure. His heart was beating too fast, his eyes too dark, blown with satiated lust, his body coming down from its high.

When at last he turned to the first stall, Jaejoong opened the door and stepped inside, cocking his head to the right and saying amusedly, “Are you done yet, or should I help you get up?” At that sound of his voice, the head jerked up gradually, the sight making Jaejoong hard all over again, cock pushing against the fold of his pants.

And the sight—

Cum was everywhere, on the walls of the stall, hand-printed and sliding down, white and hot against the gray background, all over Changmin’s body, on his chest, his cock, slipping down his jeans, slippery, and on the floor, pooling out onto a dirty mess, dirty with the younger boy sitting on top and completely dazed out.

His body was slumped back, shoulder dropping, pants loosened, fly unzipped. His hands had remains of cum around them, his lips swollen and wet, school shirt unbuttoned; bite marks all over his neck. His eyes, are he lifted them up to Jaejoong’s were fucked wide, blown away by the sheer magnitude of his want.

“I—” He croaked out, voiced quite and hoarse and only able to speak in monosyllables, but as Jaejoong reached forward, he leaned towards him, as much as his sore body could lean, in an instinctual way. “I—” he tried again, but Jaejoong merely leaned forward until he was a breath away, lips too close, eyes too near.

Changmin, too confused at what he was saying, what Jaejoong wanted, merely opened his mouth to try to speak again and instead was captured in a deep kiss, lips opening wide automatically and letting Jaejoong in, as far as he could, but he was too far in, too far inside to be able to leave.

It was messy, and hot, and Jaejoong’s tongue rubbed in light circles around Changmin’s lips, wrapping them around his tongue and making the younger boy jerk back his head to take in more. The younger made a slight whimpering noise as Jaejoong tangled his tongue around his, easily overtaking his mouth.

When they separated at last, salvia dripped down Changmin’s mouth and he slumped forward, head buried in the older boy’s neck, chest heaving.

“This,” said Jaejoong in a low, low, voice, husky and raw, near Changmin’s ear, “is what I feel every fucking moment of the day, when all you do is touch me.”

He was shaking, spasms of shudders through his body as the memories, the feelings, the touch— filled his mind. The younger boy made a soft keening sound against Jaejoong’s neck, warm breath settling on skin and closed his eyes as he remembered his skin, on top of him, inside of him, around him and hard and hot and arms going around his neck, shoulder bunching, sweat dripping, legs wrapping around his waist, sounds muffled through cloth, an endless—

A warm hand gently touched his waist as Jaejoong simply said, voice thick, “Class is about to start soon,” and Changmin gasped, back arching neck snapping up, his body convulsing as his cock sputtered out only drops of cum, body too weak to do anything but jerk in Jaejoong’s grasp as he came again.

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[A/N]: Am finally working through the replies ^^! Short interludes that I’ve had on my mind for a while, and I think some of you (like me) miss the chemistry between those two <3

Happy Thanksgiving + Beta

2008-11-27T21:17:35Z

+ As its too late for me to sign up at dbsk_bigbang I wanted to know if anybody wants me to beta their fanfic? I'm opening up my f-list first before I apply to the com. I have no preference on rating or type, (but if you're into heavy het, then please double check with me) and I'm willing to help. ^^! Please email me at [sum3rlj] [@] . [gmail] . [com]

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone ♥!

Sum3r

Mblaq Drabbles

If I Could Be (I Would Be Yours) [3/3]

If I Could Be (I Would Be Yours) [2/3]

If I Could Be (I Would Be Yours) [1/3]

I think (I need this)

Because of You [Chapter 26B]

Because of You [Chapter 26A]

Because of You [Master Post]

Found Myself;

Because, Yeah.

Because of You [Chapter 25B]

Because of You [Chapter 25A]

Update & Chapter 25

Promises & BOY

Because of You [Chapter 24B]

Because of You [Chapter 24A]

OH YES. *___________________*

[Meme]

[Request] Beta

Up Against the Wall

As the Storm Settles (I'll Stay by You)

As the Wind Blows (I'll Follow You) [2/2]

As the Wind Blows (I'll Follow You) [1/2]

Because of You [Interlude i. & Interlude ii.]

Happy Thanksgiving + Beta

OH YES. ___________________