Ripped Chords and Blue Jeans 11/11
Title: Ripped Chords and Blue Jeans 11/11
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong (implied Yunho/Jaejoong, this chapter contains ninja!Changmin/Minsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would teach them how to play *pervs*
Summary: Yoochun is a piano instructor for children of the elite. When a bonafide prodigy lands on his piano bench, Yoochun falls hard
Warning: Underage sex. Yoochun is 24, Jaejoong is 15. Drug use, physical abuse (NOT Yoochun beating Jaejoong)
Poster credit goes to crazyaboutchun. Thank you darling! I love it! ♥
Part 11:
TWO MONTHS LATER
“Thank you very much for coming,” Yoochun said, trying not to wince from the bright lights pointing to the stage. “This recital is a special one since it showcases our student’s abilities in a different way. They all have proven to be able to play classical music as it has been written, and over the last two months, they have all worked hard on writing their own music, their own creations. True musical masters do not let music decide how it should be played. They create, and they manipulate the notes to do as they say. Also, this recital is a little longer since our student Kim Jaejoong has recovered from breaking his fingers and is able to play.”
Yoochun looked to the side, but could not see Jaejoong past the bright lights. Yoochun continued through line up of performances. He introduced Soonli as the first performer and then left the stage.
Jaejoong looked pale.
“You okay?” Yoochun asked, touching his cheek.
“Yeah, just … just … fucking nervous.”
“You’ll do well, baby,” he whispered. “You always do.”
“You’re such a pervert.”
Yoochun chuckled. Last night, he’d let Jaejoong fuck out his nerves on his ass. It’d been well worth the ache in his lower back today. He patted Jaejoong’s shoulder and then went to his other students, making sure they were okay. None were as nervous as Jaejoong, but that was because they’d already done two recitals for the class.
Jaejoong hadn’t left the hospital for a few days until Siwon had been properly incarcerated. His trial was still pending, and Jaejoong was going to have to testify. After he was released, he spent three weeks in a treatment center, wowing his fellow recovering drug addicts with his piano skills. Jaejoong was lucky, they said, to have such a skill.
Twice a week, Jaejoong met with a counselor. Jaejoong didn’t really like her, but he went because he was smart enough to know not to keep things buried deep inside again. He refused to live under the same roof as his mother, despite her protests, so he moved in with another sister, one that showered him with praise and love. Jaejoong said it took awhile to get used to that. But he was managing.
Sometimes Jaejoong said he missed Yunho. And sometimes, even though Yoochun told him not to, Jaejoong would call Yunho. And Jaejoong was a bit upset when Yunho said he wouldn’t come to Jaejoong’s recital. Yoochun understood Yunho’s hesitation.
When it was Jaejoong’s turn on stage, Yoochun gripped his shoulder.
“You’re going to do great, Jaejoong,” Jaelin said and hugged him. “Good luck.”
“Thanks, Linnie.”
The kid took a deep breath and walked out on stage to applause. But then he grabbed a microphone. Voice quiet, he said, “I …” He cleared his throat. “Sonsaengnim Park isn’t going to like me for this, but I … I’m going to sing. I wrote lyrics to this song behind his back. He calls me stubborn a lot, so I guess I should live up to his expectations.”
Titters of laughter rose from the audience.
Yoochun crossed his arms and watched as Jaejoong arranged the microphone where he wanted it. The song started with the familiar melody, and for a moment, it almost sounded like the song was going to be happy. But then Jaejoong started singing, voice gravely and short.
Even when sun shines
the darkness seeps inside
Even when lips smile
the emotions snap cold
powder makes it go away
kissing brings it back
circles spin
edges fall
crashing hurts the least
Even when moons rise
sleep is far away
Even when hands touch
pain is forever
a crutch
a need
an excuse
a hold
Please look the other way
please don’t see me now
See me when I’m strong
and not just holding on
soju makes it go away
loving brings it back
circles spin
edges fall
crashing hurts the least
Even when the moon shines
the darkness seeps inside
Even when the teeth smile
the emotions snap cold
See me when I’m strong
and not just holding on
See me when I’m strong
Right now, I’m just holding on
As the last refrain died, Yoochun realized he was crying. No one deserved to have so much emotion to write lyrics like that, especially not a teenager. Yoochun tore his eyes away and scanned the audience looking for their reaction. Some looked a bit scandalized at the implications of the lyrics, but most were concerned. A few women were crying.
His eyes were drawn to two figures standing near the side doors. Yunho and Donghae. They were clapping just like everyone else, and suddenly Yunho met Yoochun’s eyes. Yunho bowed his head in acknowledgement and then nudged Donghae and they disappeared though a door.
The applause was deafening, never ending, and Jaejoong sat for a long time with his fingers just above the keys. Suddenly, he stood up, back to the audience and bolted from the stage.
Yoochun made sure Jaelin was announced and okay to take the stage and then he went to find Jaejoong. He was in a corner, shoulders heaving with tears. Yoochun knew better than to say anything, so he kneeled and wrapped his arms around him. It took Jaejoong long minutes to calm down.
“You are so amazing,” Yoochun whispered.
“It … it was okay?”
“Well, I’m going to question why you thought singing those lyrics in front of so many people was a good idea, but yes, it was perfect.”
“I … I need to go to the bathroom,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun slipped his hand over Jaejoong’s thigh, fingers brushing his half hard erection. “Need some company?”
“Now that’s not a good idea. You really do make stupid decisions around me, huh?”
Yoochun nodded. “Yes. Hurry up. Yuri is almost done playing.”
When all the students had performed, Yoochun led them back on stage for an ending bow. He made a few concluding remarks, announced the next recital in four weeks, and then ended the show. Champagne and refreshments were served in the adjoining hall, where the audience could talk to the performers.
Yoochun found himself a corner, sipping on a flute of champagne and talking to Changmin, when Jaejoong said his name and pushed through the crowds, a familiar face behind him. Interested eyes followed them, and Yoochun saw a few girls lift their cameras to get a picture of pop idol, Kim Junsu.
Yoochun bowed as Jaejoong introduced him, and Junsu shook his hand and Changmin’s hand.
“Thank you for what you’ve done for Jaejoong. I feel bad since my debut because I haven’t had time to watch out for him.”
“You’re the best, hyung,” Jaejoong said and hugged him around the middle.
“You are the best, Jaejoong. I really think you should try out for a company.”
Jaejoong shrugged. “I … I don’t know. I think I’d rather do something else.”
“Like what?” Yoochun asked, intrigued. Jaejoong never talked about his future.
He refused to look up and then mumbled something about helping kids on the street and then he left, embarrassed.
Junsu smiled. “Yeah. You’ve definitely helped him. Both of you. Thank you.”
“Kid still has no manners though,” Changmin muttered to Yoochun. “Shouldn’t you be punishing him for that?”
Yoochun smiled. “I’m usually the one being punished.”
Junsu snorted. “Dare I ask what you’re alluding to?”
Changmin chuckled. “Just private lessons.”
Yoochun choked on his champagne.
“Wow. I really have been a bad hyung if he’s been getting private lessons from you.”
Changmin matched Junsu’s smirk and said, “Such a bad hyung. Maybe you need to be punished?”
Junsu’s face threatened to break into a grin as he looked Changmin up and down, eyes lingering on his long legs and broad shoulders.. “Maybe.” He reached into his jacket pocket, and then handed Changmin a card. “I might not be home until really late, about two or three am. I definitely should be punished for that.”
Changmin slipped the card into his shirt pocket and sipped on his champagne. “Most definitely.”
With a laugh, Junsu bowed and wished them well before walking away.
Yoochun raised an eyebrow at Changmin.
“What?” he said with a not-so-innocent grin. “Did you see his ass? I’m not going to say no to that.”
“Would you say no to anything?”
“Probably not.”
“Hyung,” Jaejoong said next to his elbow. “Can we go? I’m tired of people telling me how good I am.”
“If we go, I’m just going to tell you how good you are.”
“Yeah, but you won’t be talking about the piano.”
Yoochun smiled. “A few more minutes, okay?”
Jaejoong sighed. “Fine. I’m going to sneak out and smoke a cigarette and whenever you’re done basking in your students’ limelight, go home. I’ll probably be there.”
Jaejoong turned away, disappearing in the crowd again. Yoochun was having a hard time letting Jaejoong out of his sight, he was still worried that Jaejoong would go back to Yunho or Donghae. He was still worried about a relapse. But he had promised Jaejoong that he would trust him. And even though it was hard, Yoochun trusted him.
“Gonna get your fill of piano smut tonight,” Changmin said, hiding his smile behind a sip of champagne.
Yoochun cock stirred. He loved riding Jaejoong’s cock on the piano bench.
What felt like years later, he cursed internally when he got caught in more than one conversation, prolonging the time he could leave. Almost an hour later, he’d talked to everyone in the hall, and people were trickling out. He lit a much needed cigarette on his way to the car, and decided on the way home to speed things along. He removed his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons on his dress shirt.
Pretty sure he parked crooked and not caring, Yoochun jumped from his car, barely remembered to grab his bag, and then hurried into his apartment. He finished unbuttoning his shirt before he was at his door. Keys in the lock, hand shaking, he entered his slightly darkened apartment.
At first, he wasn’t even sure if Jaejoong was there. Normally when Jaejoong surprised him by being at his house, Yoochun would already be on his knees, not even passed the front hall. The only thing that let him know that Jaejoong was probably there was the dim light in the kitchen.
Before the thought of Jaejoong waiting for him in bed could flip through Yoochun’s mind, he spotted Jaejoong at the piano, hunched over, asleep, fingers barely on the upper keys. His mouth was open, eyelashes fluttering.
Yoochun smiled. Gently, he put his arms around Jaejoong and lifted him up.
Jaejoong stirred. “H-hyung.”
“Hey, baby.”
Jaejoong cuddled up to Yoochun’s chest as Yoochun walked down the hallway. “Hmm, guess what?”
“Huh?”
“Yunho said he saw me play.”
“Yeah. I saw him while you were playing. He left right after. He was clapping really hard, so he liked it.”
Yoochun settled Jaejoong into bed. He peeled Jaejoong’s jeans off, leaving him in boxers and a tank top.
“Hyung, where are you go-go…” Jaejoong yawned.
“I’m going to change my clothes.”
“M’kay.”
Yoochun watched as Jaejoong curled on his side, arm across the bed. He changed into sweat pants, ran a quick check to make sure all the lights were off, and the door locked. He lifted the edge of the blanket and laid down next to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong whimpered in contentment and shuffled close, arm across Yoochun’s chest. “Warm,” he muttered.
“Hot,” Yoochun said and kissed Jaejoong’s forehead.
Jaejoong’s lips twitched in a smile. “Pervert.”
“Love.”
“Mm, yeah. Love. Thanks, hyung.” Jaejoong snuggled closer. Yoochun kissed Jaejoong’s cheek and then leaned back on the pillows to wait for sleep.
Part 10: Bloody Jeans
Part 9: Twisted Chords
Part 8: Sexy Jeans
Part 7: Sharp Chords
Part 6: Same Jeans
Part 5: Broken Chords
Part 4: Tattered Jeans
Part 3: Shaken Chords
Part 2: Holey Jeans
Part 1: Common Chords
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong (implied Yunho/Jaejoong, this chapter contains ninja!Changmin/Minsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would teach them how to play *pervs*
Summary: Yoochun is a piano instructor for children of the elite. When a bonafide prodigy lands on his piano bench, Yoochun falls hard
Warning: Underage sex. Yoochun is 24, Jaejoong is 15. Drug use, physical abuse (NOT Yoochun beating Jaejoong)
Poster credit goes to crazyaboutchun. Thank you darling! I love it! ♥
Part 11:
TWO MONTHS LATER
“Thank you very much for coming,” Yoochun said, trying not to wince from the bright lights pointing to the stage. “This recital is a special one since it showcases our student’s abilities in a different way. They all have proven to be able to play classical music as it has been written, and over the last two months, they have all worked hard on writing their own music, their own creations. True musical masters do not let music decide how it should be played. They create, and they manipulate the notes to do as they say. Also, this recital is a little longer since our student Kim Jaejoong has recovered from breaking his fingers and is able to play.”
Yoochun looked to the side, but could not see Jaejoong past the bright lights. Yoochun continued through line up of performances. He introduced Soonli as the first performer and then left the stage.
Jaejoong looked pale.
“You okay?” Yoochun asked, touching his cheek.
“Yeah, just … just … fucking nervous.”
“You’ll do well, baby,” he whispered. “You always do.”
“You’re such a pervert.”
Yoochun chuckled. Last night, he’d let Jaejoong fuck out his nerves on his ass. It’d been well worth the ache in his lower back today. He patted Jaejoong’s shoulder and then went to his other students, making sure they were okay. None were as nervous as Jaejoong, but that was because they’d already done two recitals for the class.
Jaejoong hadn’t left the hospital for a few days until Siwon had been properly incarcerated. His trial was still pending, and Jaejoong was going to have to testify. After he was released, he spent three weeks in a treatment center, wowing his fellow recovering drug addicts with his piano skills. Jaejoong was lucky, they said, to have such a skill.
Twice a week, Jaejoong met with a counselor. Jaejoong didn’t really like her, but he went because he was smart enough to know not to keep things buried deep inside again. He refused to live under the same roof as his mother, despite her protests, so he moved in with another sister, one that showered him with praise and love. Jaejoong said it took awhile to get used to that. But he was managing.
Sometimes Jaejoong said he missed Yunho. And sometimes, even though Yoochun told him not to, Jaejoong would call Yunho. And Jaejoong was a bit upset when Yunho said he wouldn’t come to Jaejoong’s recital. Yoochun understood Yunho’s hesitation.
When it was Jaejoong’s turn on stage, Yoochun gripped his shoulder.
“You’re going to do great, Jaejoong,” Jaelin said and hugged him. “Good luck.”
“Thanks, Linnie.”
The kid took a deep breath and walked out on stage to applause. But then he grabbed a microphone. Voice quiet, he said, “I …” He cleared his throat. “Sonsaengnim Park isn’t going to like me for this, but I … I’m going to sing. I wrote lyrics to this song behind his back. He calls me stubborn a lot, so I guess I should live up to his expectations.”
Titters of laughter rose from the audience.
Yoochun crossed his arms and watched as Jaejoong arranged the microphone where he wanted it. The song started with the familiar melody, and for a moment, it almost sounded like the song was going to be happy. But then Jaejoong started singing, voice gravely and short.
Even when sun shines
the darkness seeps inside
Even when lips smile
the emotions snap cold
powder makes it go away
kissing brings it back
circles spin
edges fall
crashing hurts the least
Even when moons rise
sleep is far away
Even when hands touch
pain is forever
a crutch
a need
an excuse
a hold
Please look the other way
please don’t see me now
See me when I’m strong
and not just holding on
soju makes it go away
loving brings it back
circles spin
edges fall
crashing hurts the least
Even when the moon shines
the darkness seeps inside
Even when the teeth smile
the emotions snap cold
See me when I’m strong
and not just holding on
See me when I’m strong
Right now, I’m just holding on
As the last refrain died, Yoochun realized he was crying. No one deserved to have so much emotion to write lyrics like that, especially not a teenager. Yoochun tore his eyes away and scanned the audience looking for their reaction. Some looked a bit scandalized at the implications of the lyrics, but most were concerned. A few women were crying.
His eyes were drawn to two figures standing near the side doors. Yunho and Donghae. They were clapping just like everyone else, and suddenly Yunho met Yoochun’s eyes. Yunho bowed his head in acknowledgement and then nudged Donghae and they disappeared though a door.
The applause was deafening, never ending, and Jaejoong sat for a long time with his fingers just above the keys. Suddenly, he stood up, back to the audience and bolted from the stage.
Yoochun made sure Jaelin was announced and okay to take the stage and then he went to find Jaejoong. He was in a corner, shoulders heaving with tears. Yoochun knew better than to say anything, so he kneeled and wrapped his arms around him. It took Jaejoong long minutes to calm down.
“You are so amazing,” Yoochun whispered.
“It … it was okay?”
“Well, I’m going to question why you thought singing those lyrics in front of so many people was a good idea, but yes, it was perfect.”
“I … I need to go to the bathroom,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun slipped his hand over Jaejoong’s thigh, fingers brushing his half hard erection. “Need some company?”
“Now that’s not a good idea. You really do make stupid decisions around me, huh?”
Yoochun nodded. “Yes. Hurry up. Yuri is almost done playing.”
When all the students had performed, Yoochun led them back on stage for an ending bow. He made a few concluding remarks, announced the next recital in four weeks, and then ended the show. Champagne and refreshments were served in the adjoining hall, where the audience could talk to the performers.
Yoochun found himself a corner, sipping on a flute of champagne and talking to Changmin, when Jaejoong said his name and pushed through the crowds, a familiar face behind him. Interested eyes followed them, and Yoochun saw a few girls lift their cameras to get a picture of pop idol, Kim Junsu.
Yoochun bowed as Jaejoong introduced him, and Junsu shook his hand and Changmin’s hand.
“Thank you for what you’ve done for Jaejoong. I feel bad since my debut because I haven’t had time to watch out for him.”
“You’re the best, hyung,” Jaejoong said and hugged him around the middle.
“You are the best, Jaejoong. I really think you should try out for a company.”
Jaejoong shrugged. “I … I don’t know. I think I’d rather do something else.”
“Like what?” Yoochun asked, intrigued. Jaejoong never talked about his future.
He refused to look up and then mumbled something about helping kids on the street and then he left, embarrassed.
Junsu smiled. “Yeah. You’ve definitely helped him. Both of you. Thank you.”
“Kid still has no manners though,” Changmin muttered to Yoochun. “Shouldn’t you be punishing him for that?”
Yoochun smiled. “I’m usually the one being punished.”
Junsu snorted. “Dare I ask what you’re alluding to?”
Changmin chuckled. “Just private lessons.”
Yoochun choked on his champagne.
“Wow. I really have been a bad hyung if he’s been getting private lessons from you.”
Changmin matched Junsu’s smirk and said, “Such a bad hyung. Maybe you need to be punished?”
Junsu’s face threatened to break into a grin as he looked Changmin up and down, eyes lingering on his long legs and broad shoulders.. “Maybe.” He reached into his jacket pocket, and then handed Changmin a card. “I might not be home until really late, about two or three am. I definitely should be punished for that.”
Changmin slipped the card into his shirt pocket and sipped on his champagne. “Most definitely.”
With a laugh, Junsu bowed and wished them well before walking away.
Yoochun raised an eyebrow at Changmin.
“What?” he said with a not-so-innocent grin. “Did you see his ass? I’m not going to say no to that.”
“Would you say no to anything?”
“Probably not.”
“Hyung,” Jaejoong said next to his elbow. “Can we go? I’m tired of people telling me how good I am.”
“If we go, I’m just going to tell you how good you are.”
“Yeah, but you won’t be talking about the piano.”
Yoochun smiled. “A few more minutes, okay?”
Jaejoong sighed. “Fine. I’m going to sneak out and smoke a cigarette and whenever you’re done basking in your students’ limelight, go home. I’ll probably be there.”
Jaejoong turned away, disappearing in the crowd again. Yoochun was having a hard time letting Jaejoong out of his sight, he was still worried that Jaejoong would go back to Yunho or Donghae. He was still worried about a relapse. But he had promised Jaejoong that he would trust him. And even though it was hard, Yoochun trusted him.
“Gonna get your fill of piano smut tonight,” Changmin said, hiding his smile behind a sip of champagne.
Yoochun cock stirred. He loved riding Jaejoong’s cock on the piano bench.
What felt like years later, he cursed internally when he got caught in more than one conversation, prolonging the time he could leave. Almost an hour later, he’d talked to everyone in the hall, and people were trickling out. He lit a much needed cigarette on his way to the car, and decided on the way home to speed things along. He removed his tie and unbuttoned a few buttons on his dress shirt.
Pretty sure he parked crooked and not caring, Yoochun jumped from his car, barely remembered to grab his bag, and then hurried into his apartment. He finished unbuttoning his shirt before he was at his door. Keys in the lock, hand shaking, he entered his slightly darkened apartment.
At first, he wasn’t even sure if Jaejoong was there. Normally when Jaejoong surprised him by being at his house, Yoochun would already be on his knees, not even passed the front hall. The only thing that let him know that Jaejoong was probably there was the dim light in the kitchen.
Before the thought of Jaejoong waiting for him in bed could flip through Yoochun’s mind, he spotted Jaejoong at the piano, hunched over, asleep, fingers barely on the upper keys. His mouth was open, eyelashes fluttering.
Yoochun smiled. Gently, he put his arms around Jaejoong and lifted him up.
Jaejoong stirred. “H-hyung.”
“Hey, baby.”
Jaejoong cuddled up to Yoochun’s chest as Yoochun walked down the hallway. “Hmm, guess what?”
“Huh?”
“Yunho said he saw me play.”
“Yeah. I saw him while you were playing. He left right after. He was clapping really hard, so he liked it.”
Yoochun settled Jaejoong into bed. He peeled Jaejoong’s jeans off, leaving him in boxers and a tank top.
“Hyung, where are you go-go…” Jaejoong yawned.
“I’m going to change my clothes.”
“M’kay.”
Yoochun watched as Jaejoong curled on his side, arm across the bed. He changed into sweat pants, ran a quick check to make sure all the lights were off, and the door locked. He lifted the edge of the blanket and laid down next to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong whimpered in contentment and shuffled close, arm across Yoochun’s chest. “Warm,” he muttered.
“Hot,” Yoochun said and kissed Jaejoong’s forehead.
Jaejoong’s lips twitched in a smile. “Pervert.”
“Love.”
“Mm, yeah. Love. Thanks, hyung.” Jaejoong snuggled closer. Yoochun kissed Jaejoong’s cheek and then leaned back on the pillows to wait for sleep.
Part 10: Bloody Jeans
Part 9: Twisted Chords
Part 8: Sexy Jeans
Part 7: Sharp Chords
Part 6: Same Jeans
Part 5: Broken Chords
Part 4: Tattered Jeans
Part 3: Shaken Chords
Part 2: Holey Jeans
Part 1: Common Chords
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