Piano Lessons 7/?
Title: Piano Lessons 7/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun (minor Yunho/Jaejoong and Junsu/FC)
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make Yoochun play the piano naked.
Warnings: AU
Word Count: 3581
Summary: It's the last year of high school, and Changmin doesn't expect it to be any different than the previous three. And then he finds out that Park Yoochun plays the piano. Tickling the ivories never felt this good.
A/N: This story, unlike the previous ones I've posted, is not finished. So updates will not be as frequent.
This story is in first person, told from Changmin's POV.
Chapter 7 - whirlwinds of WTF-ery
I left the house subdued, mindful of my father’s temper, but he only looked me up and down, making sure I was presentable and then proceeded to ignore me again.
I fought back a sigh.
I meant to get to school early, but my mom had already thought of that, and wouldn’t let me leave until I had just enough time to make it to school on time.
And so I ran. I got there with eight minutes to spare.
Yoochun was waiting for me by my locker. His smile fell when he saw me.
“What happened?”
“I’m grounded,” I said and slammed books into my bag.
“What? Why?”
I shrugged. “Coming home looking like I did and smelling like sex. I’m lucky my father didn’t take his belt to me.”
Yoochun frowned. “Sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“Well,” he said with a grin.
I laughed. “Okay, so not entirely your fault. But anyway. I have no cell, or iPod or games or anything right now. I’m not allowed to stay after school unless I have a meeting with one of my teachers.”
“For how long?”
“Two weeks.”
“Fuck.”
“I know.”
“Well, I do have that song to finish,” he said. “Without you to distract me, I should be able to. And there’s always a repeat of the library performance.”
I laughed and shut my locker. We headed down the hall, shoulders bumping each other. More than one pair of eyes widened at seeing Mr. Popularity walking with me. He barely noticed. Outside of my class, he stopped and said in a low voice, “Try not to think about me giving you a kiss,” and then he said goodbye and clapped me on the shoulder.
Damn him. Like I could think of anything else today.
I took deep breaths. Fuck, I was going to be half hard all fucking day.
---
I was headed toward my locker before lunch when suddenly someone jumped on my back.
“Minnie-ah!” Yoochun screamed in my ear. “I got a B! I got a fucking B!”
I laughed. My first inclination was to drop him to the ground. Instead I put my arms at his legs and piggy-backed him down the hall. “All hail to Park Yoochun, master of getting a B on a single math test.”
“Fuck you, Minnie-ah, I’m excited,” he replied.
“Should you be riding him at school like that?” Jaejoong said from behind us.
Yoochun laughed again.
“Any word from Yunho?”
“No,” Yoochun said. “The fucker isn’t answering his phone.”
We reached my locker, and I set Yoochun down.
“Are you two going to disappear into a bathroom during lunch?” Jaejoong asked.
“Don’t know? Are we, Changmin?”
“For a few minutes,” I replied.
Junsu materialized at Yoochun’s elbow. “You got a B?” he said in disbelief.
“All thanks to Changmin here,” he said and gave me a one armed hug.
“Congratulations!”
“Thanks.”
“Do we know where-”
“Yunho,” Jaejoong said with a smile and stood up straight.
Yunho came striding up to us. I had just enough time to process the fact that he was pissed off before he grabbed Jaejoong and punched him.
Junsu and Yoochun immediately pulled him away as chaos erupted in the hall.
“What the fuck?” Yunho shouted, fighting against the others. “I have to find out from your sister. Your fucking sister?”
“Yunho, calm-”
“Shut the fuck up, Yoochun, because you’re about to get hit, too.”
I helped Jaejoong to his feet. He wiped blood away from his nose. “So what? You know. Big fucking deal. If you worried more about your friends and less about their sisters you would have known a lot sooner.”
Yunho scowled. “That’s not fucking fair. You didn’t even tell me that you were-”
Yoochun threw him against a locker. Yunho tried to push back, but Yoochun pinned him there.
“Seriously. This should be talked about where there aren’t so many eyes and ears.”
“It doesn’t need to be talked about at all,” Jae said. He was crying now, tears mixing with blood. He turned and headed to the doors.
“Jae!” Yunho called after him, and then scowled at Yoochun. “What the fuck, Micky? Huh? Roped Changmin into this too, huh? Is that why he’s suddenly your friend?”
“Not here, Yunho,” Yoochun said with clenched teeth.
Yunho shoved him away and said, “Fine,” and headed in the same direction as Jaejoong.
“Fuck,” Yoochun said.
“Yep,” Junsu muttered. “Guess we’re missing the rest of school.”
Yoochun turned to me. “Feel like skipping school?”
“I’m already in enough trouble,” I said.
“True,” Yoochun said, “but I still want you to come with.”
I thought about it, and then thought for another moment, and then cringed. Nothing really mattered except that my father didn’t think I had any friends. I looked back at Yoochun. He was the closest thing to a friend I had.
Junsu looked between us. “What’s going on, Yoochun?”
“I’ll explain on the way,” he said and turned away from me.
They walked about two feet away and then I said, “Fuck it,” and decided that I was due for a little bit of rebellion. I caught up to them, and asked, “So where are we going?”
“The Loft,” Yoochun said with a smile.
“Do I know what that is?” I asked.
Junsu laughed. “You’ll see when we get there.”
In the parking lot, the three of us stopped and stared at Yunho and Jaejoong. Fighting, but not with fists. Screaming at each other. Yunho had Jaejoong pinned to the side of a beautiful dark blue mustang.
It was lunch time, so there were a lot of students eating outside, enjoying the cool weather, eyes focused on two of the popular guys fighting.
“Because you fucking ignored me, that’s why. And you made it perfectly clear that-”
“We were fourteen!”
“We’re not fourteen now!”
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered and took off at a jog. He once again pulled Yunho away from Jae and hissed, “Not here, damn you. You want the whole fucking school to know?”
Yunho shrugged out of his hold and then glared at me. His eyes went to Yoochun, and he shook his head. “This is bullshit,” he muttered but walked around the car and climbed into the driver’s seat.
Jaejoong jumped away as Yunho threw the car into reverse. “Guess we’re taking my car,” he said. He handed the keys to Yoochun. “Here, you drive.”
Yoochun led the way to a cherry red Audi. Jaejoong and Junsu climbed into the back seat, leaving me to be the passenger.
The tense silence in the car was broken by Junsu. “So what’s going on?” he asked. “And why the hell am I always the last one to know?”
Jaejoong sighed and turned to look out the window. “I’m gay,” he said very quietly.
Junsu made a noise and then there was silence, until Yoochun said, “So am I.”
“I guess I should add myself into that, too,” I said.
More silence.
“Well, shit, so why is Yunho so pissed?” Junsu asked, voice wavering just a bit.
I didn’t blame him. Finding out two of your best friends were gay had to have been a shock.
“I have no idea,” Jaejoong said. “He wasn’t making any sense. Just kept screaming about how I should have told him. I am going to kill HyeGyo.”
“Told him what?”
Jaejoong sighed again. “Yoochun, you tell him.”
“You know that incident HyeGyo is always blackmailing him with?” Yoochun asked.
“Catching him with some girl, yeah,” Junsu replied.
“It wasn’t a girl she caught him with. It was me. And it appears that the secret is out.”
Jaejoong’s phone rang. He answered it with a, “What the fuck did you go and tell Yunho for, huh? I hate you.” He hung up. I turned to look at him. Junsu was hugging him, wincing a bit at the blood transferring to his shirt.
Yunho had a head start, but it wasn’t long before I caught sight of him a few cars ahead of us. Yoochun was speeding, whipping around cars, finally getting right up on Yunho’s bumper. They hit the highway, speeds increasing, as more cars were passed and cut off and horns were blaring.
“Holy shit,” I muttered and had a death grip on the door.
Yoochun glanced over at me and smiled. “You don’t drive, do you, Min?”
“Nope. I have to graduate first before my parents will let me.”
Yunho squealed his tires as he turned off the highway. He hit highway speeds on the narrow road, and only slowed down when he couldn’t pass the cars in front of him.
A half hour after we left school, my phone rang.
“Fuck,” I muttered and check the display.
“Your mom?” Yoochun asked.
“Yep.”
“You’re in deep shit.”
“Probably.”
I waited until she left a voicemail and then I sent her a text. can’t talk. in the middle of a car chase
I read it out loud.
Yoochun smirked. “Guess that’s better than telling her you’re in the middle of getting sucked off.”
“What? I would much rather have you on your knees right now than behind the wheel of this car.”
“Just different forms of an adrenaline rush, Minnie dear.”
After three more calls from her, I turned my phone off.
Another sharp turn, and then another, tires squealing. This road led up, and up, around corners, through tight lanes and narrow streets. At least they had both slowed down. The road turned into little more than dirt, and then after a few more corners, it leveled off to a flat expanse of dirt and weeds, the mountain continuing above us.
Yunho slammed on his breaks, sending up a cloud of dust. Yoochun pulled next to him.
All five of us climbed out of the cars. Smog obscured the city below.
Yunho leaned against his mustang and crossed his arms, staring only at Jaejoong. Jaejoong didn’t look at him.
“Open your trunk,” Yoochun told Yunho.
Yunho looked like he was about to protest, but then he did. Yoochun rummaged around in the junk, until he found a half empty bottle of water and a towel. He doused the towel in water and then stood in front of Jaejoong, blocking Yunho from his sight for a moment. He wiped at Jaejoong’s face. Jae’s nose had stopped bleeding, but it was sore and he winced with every swipe of the towel.
“Ah, there’s my beautiful best friend,” he said with a smile.
Jaejoong blushed and smiled, then hugged Yoochun tightly. “Thanks, Chunnie,” he whispered.
“You want me to handle this?” Yoochun whispered back.
“No. I’ll be alright.”
Yoochun pulled back and then leaned against the Audi next to Jae. I stood between the cars, and Junsu was on the other side. We all looked at Yunho.
“So,” Yunho said. “Care to explain?”
“What do I need to explain? I was confused and mortified and Yoochun was more than willing to help me figure things out.”
Yunho scoffed and turned his glare to Yoochun. “And you? How long have you been more eager to suck a cock than lick a pussy?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Twelve, thirteen years old. I don’t ever remember being attracted to women.”
“And Jae needed some help, and you were oh so willing.”
“Stop acting like you’re the one that was wronged here, you selfish bastard,” Yoochun said. “You hurt him. And I’m not talking about the bloody nose.”
Jae put a hand on his arm. “I said I’d handle it. Look, Yunho. I’ve been madly in love with you since I was fourteen, and then you let me kiss you and then you acted like it never happened.”
“So did you!” Yunho protested.
“You’re the one that ignored me for almost two months,” Jae said back, leaning forward a bit. “I tried to talk to you about it more than once and you constantly avoided me. I finally had to start talking about girls for you to even look at me again.”
“So you ran to Yoochun.”
“I didn’t start messing around with Yoochun until we were sixteen, but this has nothing to do with that. Two years had passed and damn you, Yunho, I felt gross and wrong and sometimes a well placed knife would have just ended everything, because yeah, I made out with girls and talked about girls, but the only thing I could think about was you. And now, now that I’m almost free of you and free of this town, my fucking sister had to open her damn mouth.”
“Free of me?” Yunho frowned.
Jaejoong looked away.
“Our friendship means so little, then.”
“No, it means so much, but I can’t do this anymore, Yunho. I can’t.”
“So you let me hang out with your sister. How does that make sense?”
Yoochun threw his hands in the air. “That’s what I asked him!”
“She likes you,” Jae said. “You like her. It would have been selfish of me to keep you from her.”
“Damn it, Jae, then be selfish,” Yunho said. “Don’t just roll over and take things. You should fight for what you want.”
Jae looked up at him. Yoochun’s eyes were bugging. Even I was looking at Yunho in awe. Only Junsu still appeared a bit lost.
But he was the first one to break the silence. “So, am I the only straight one here?” he asked, voice breaking a bit.
Jaejoong scoffed, and we all stared at Yunho.
“Well,” Yoochun said after a long moment. “Changmin, let me, um, show you around the Loft, since you’ve never been up here.”
He grabbed my arm and started dragging me away. He jerked his head at Junsu.
“Yeah,” Junsu said. “We’ll just be … over there. Showing Changmin around.”
Yunho mouth twitched in a smile.
We walked a few hundred feet away. Yoochun leaned up against an outcropping boulder and pulled out a cigarette.
“So Yoochun,” Junsu said, “you’ve always been gay.”
Yoochun shrugged. “I guess. Who cares anyway?”
“But you’ve … I’ve watched you fuck a girl.”
Yoochun smirked. “Living a lie, Junsu.” He held out his hand and I took it, tugging him closer so I could hold him.
“And you?” Junsu asked me.
I shrugged. “Never thought about it until Yoochun here corrupted me.”
Yoochun struggled and made a noise of protest. I hugged him and kissed his head.
“Seriously, though,” I said, “I’ve never been attracted to girls. I’ve only focused on school.”
“One of your biggest problems,” Yoochun said and turned his head to look at me.
Yoochun was leaning up to kiss me when Junsu said, “Holy fuck!”
We both looked back to Jae and Yunho. They were hugging, and Jae’s body shook like he was crying.
“He kissed him,” Junsu said. “Yunho just kissed him.”
Yoochun’s scoff turned into a startled cough when Yunho pulled away to kiss Jae again.
“Holy shit!” Yoochun yelled.
They both jumped and broke apart. Jae blushed, buried his face into Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho smiled and flipped us off. He opened the passenger door of his Mustang for Jae and then climbed into the driver’s side.
We watched, silent as they drove away.
“Oh, god, that’s hot,” Yoochun said.
Junsu rolled his eyes. “This is fucking perfect. What am I supposed to do?”
“Join our team,” Yoochun said with a feral grin. He let his eyes scan Junsu’s body, and then he licked his lips.
“Hey,” I said and yanked Yoochun away from him. “Knock it off.”
Yoochun laughed, succumbed to my arms and let me kiss him.
“Mine,” I growled, “and I don’t share well.”
“Ugh, don’t worry about it. I’m not interested in joining your team.” Junsu smiled. “Guess I can always go console HyeGyo.”
We laughed.
“Come on,” Yoochun said. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Where are we going now?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Back to school?” Junsu said.
I made a face.
“Let’s go to Yunho’s,” Yoochun said. “He’ll be occupied in his room, but we can take over his game room.”
“Does he have a piano?” I asked.
Yoochun shot a warning look at me, and then said, “Maybe.”
And then I remembered that no one knew he played. Sorry, I mouthed to him.
“Do you play?” Junsu asked me.
“A little bit,” I replied.
We climbed into Jaejoong’s car and drove back into the city. Yoochun only sped a little bit. In a very upscale part of town, Yoochun stopped at a gate and entered a code into a keypad. The gate swung open. We climbed a hill, the road turning a few times. It ended in a courtyard in front of a large house. Yoochun parked the Audi next to the mustang.
I climbed out of the car and stared up at the house.
“Yeah, Yunho’s parents are incredibly rich,” Yoochun said. “Come on.”
A doorman bowed us through the door. I followed Yoochun up three winding flights of stairs before he broke off at a landing, walked down to the end of the hall, and then up more stairs. He slowed and paused at a door, holding his finger up to his lips. He pressed his ear to the door and then smiled and motioned for us to do so, too.
After listening for a moment, I picked up the faint sounds of moaning.
Yoochun jerked his head for us to follow and we went down another hall and ended up in a huge den. Couches and arm chairs and floor pillows littered the entire place. There were three TVs, all with game consoles and DVD players. There were arcade games along one wall and a pool table on the other side of the room.
Junsu plopped on a couch and turned a TV on.
Yoochun sat on another couch and then pulled me down next to him. Almost immediately he was in my lap, lips pressed against mine.
“Oh, come on,” Junsu said. “Just because I’m okay with it doesn’t mean I need to see it.”
“Consider it a show of what you’re missing out on. Advertising and recruitment to join our team.”
“It’s going to take more than that.”
Yoochun smirked over his shoulder and then looked at me. “Do you mind if he watches, Min?”
“Oh, fuck no!” Junsu said. “That is not what I meant.”
We laughed, and resettled on the couch to watch TV. I held Yoochun close, fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt.
“You know,” he whispered, “there are a lot of empty rooms in this house.”
“Really?” I replied, feigning disinterest.
“Yep. Big house. Lots of rooms. Lots of beds.”
“Lots of pillows and lots of dust and-”
He poked me in the side. “Min, come on. Please.”
I dug his phone from his pants pocket. He hissed when my hand brushed against his hard cock. I looked at the display and sighed.
“I would love to, Chunnie, but I can’t. It’s already three. I have to be home in about a half hour.”
“Crap. I better take you home then. Junsu, you want a ride home?”
“Sure. What about the two lovebirds?”
Yoochun leered at him. “You want to go interrupt to say goodbye?”
“No. Let’s go.”
We left Yunho’s and climbed back into Jae’s car.
“Man, I wish Yunho would let me drive that mustang,” Yoochun said with a wistful sigh. He took Junsu home first, and then drove towards my house, stopping down the road a bit.
He sighed. “You’re in deep, deep shit.”
“I know.”
“Kiss me.”
I looked around quickly and then kissed him hard. As the kiss ended, I wrapped my hand around his tie. “God, I’m going to miss you.”
“We still have stolen moments in the bathroom.”
“I know, but I’ll miss hearing you play.”
“You’ll miss taking advantage of me while I’m distracted is what you really mean.”
“Maybe.”
I kissed him again, and then broke away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye.”
I climbed out of the car and waited until I couldn’t see it before taking a deep breath and heading home.
It was as I expected. My father backhanded me, split my lip open. My mom stood back a ways, a frown on her face.
“Where the hell have you been?” he demanded.
“A friend needed my help.”
“That is a completely unacceptable reason to skip school, young man.”
I smirked. “To you, maybe.”
He backhanded me again, hard enough that I lost my balance and fell. My mom eep-ed softly.
I tried to stand up, but he put a shoe in the middle of my back.
“I am working very hard to secure a place for you in college and with a good job after you graduate, and this is how you repay me? With insolence and debauchery and disobedience? I will not stand for it. Do you understand me?”
I didn’t answer until the heel of the shoe dug into my back.
“Yes, sir,” I said, voice choked.
He nudged me with his foot. Well, it was less than a kick but more than a nudge. And then his footsteps retreated.
I stood up, wiped my hand against my mouth. I stared at my mother for a long moment. It hurt a bit to know that she would have just stood there and watched my father beat me if he chose to.
“Yoochun got a B on his math test,” I said, and headed up the stairs.
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Chapter 8 - things come to a head, no, not that kind of head
Chapter 6 - not so much talking
Chapter 5 - talking is really overrated
Chapter 4 - written notes, math notes, class notes, music notes ... whatever
Chapter 3 - at least i'm better at math than he is
Chapter 2 - oh my god, something else he's good at
Chapter 1 - so he is good at something besides looking good?
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun (minor Yunho/Jaejoong and Junsu/FC)
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make Yoochun play the piano naked.
Warnings: AU
Word Count: 3581
Summary: It's the last year of high school, and Changmin doesn't expect it to be any different than the previous three. And then he finds out that Park Yoochun plays the piano. Tickling the ivories never felt this good.
A/N: This story, unlike the previous ones I've posted, is not finished. So updates will not be as frequent.
This story is in first person, told from Changmin's POV.
Chapter 7 - whirlwinds of WTF-ery
I left the house subdued, mindful of my father’s temper, but he only looked me up and down, making sure I was presentable and then proceeded to ignore me again.
I fought back a sigh.
I meant to get to school early, but my mom had already thought of that, and wouldn’t let me leave until I had just enough time to make it to school on time.
And so I ran. I got there with eight minutes to spare.
Yoochun was waiting for me by my locker. His smile fell when he saw me.
“What happened?”
“I’m grounded,” I said and slammed books into my bag.
“What? Why?”
I shrugged. “Coming home looking like I did and smelling like sex. I’m lucky my father didn’t take his belt to me.”
Yoochun frowned. “Sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“Well,” he said with a grin.
I laughed. “Okay, so not entirely your fault. But anyway. I have no cell, or iPod or games or anything right now. I’m not allowed to stay after school unless I have a meeting with one of my teachers.”
“For how long?”
“Two weeks.”
“Fuck.”
“I know.”
“Well, I do have that song to finish,” he said. “Without you to distract me, I should be able to. And there’s always a repeat of the library performance.”
I laughed and shut my locker. We headed down the hall, shoulders bumping each other. More than one pair of eyes widened at seeing Mr. Popularity walking with me. He barely noticed. Outside of my class, he stopped and said in a low voice, “Try not to think about me giving you a kiss,” and then he said goodbye and clapped me on the shoulder.
Damn him. Like I could think of anything else today.
I took deep breaths. Fuck, I was going to be half hard all fucking day.
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I was headed toward my locker before lunch when suddenly someone jumped on my back.
“Minnie-ah!” Yoochun screamed in my ear. “I got a B! I got a fucking B!”
I laughed. My first inclination was to drop him to the ground. Instead I put my arms at his legs and piggy-backed him down the hall. “All hail to Park Yoochun, master of getting a B on a single math test.”
“Fuck you, Minnie-ah, I’m excited,” he replied.
“Should you be riding him at school like that?” Jaejoong said from behind us.
Yoochun laughed again.
“Any word from Yunho?”
“No,” Yoochun said. “The fucker isn’t answering his phone.”
We reached my locker, and I set Yoochun down.
“Are you two going to disappear into a bathroom during lunch?” Jaejoong asked.
“Don’t know? Are we, Changmin?”
“For a few minutes,” I replied.
Junsu materialized at Yoochun’s elbow. “You got a B?” he said in disbelief.
“All thanks to Changmin here,” he said and gave me a one armed hug.
“Congratulations!”
“Thanks.”
“Do we know where-”
“Yunho,” Jaejoong said with a smile and stood up straight.
Yunho came striding up to us. I had just enough time to process the fact that he was pissed off before he grabbed Jaejoong and punched him.
Junsu and Yoochun immediately pulled him away as chaos erupted in the hall.
“What the fuck?” Yunho shouted, fighting against the others. “I have to find out from your sister. Your fucking sister?”
“Yunho, calm-”
“Shut the fuck up, Yoochun, because you’re about to get hit, too.”
I helped Jaejoong to his feet. He wiped blood away from his nose. “So what? You know. Big fucking deal. If you worried more about your friends and less about their sisters you would have known a lot sooner.”
Yunho scowled. “That’s not fucking fair. You didn’t even tell me that you were-”
Yoochun threw him against a locker. Yunho tried to push back, but Yoochun pinned him there.
“Seriously. This should be talked about where there aren’t so many eyes and ears.”
“It doesn’t need to be talked about at all,” Jae said. He was crying now, tears mixing with blood. He turned and headed to the doors.
“Jae!” Yunho called after him, and then scowled at Yoochun. “What the fuck, Micky? Huh? Roped Changmin into this too, huh? Is that why he’s suddenly your friend?”
“Not here, Yunho,” Yoochun said with clenched teeth.
Yunho shoved him away and said, “Fine,” and headed in the same direction as Jaejoong.
“Fuck,” Yoochun said.
“Yep,” Junsu muttered. “Guess we’re missing the rest of school.”
Yoochun turned to me. “Feel like skipping school?”
“I’m already in enough trouble,” I said.
“True,” Yoochun said, “but I still want you to come with.”
I thought about it, and then thought for another moment, and then cringed. Nothing really mattered except that my father didn’t think I had any friends. I looked back at Yoochun. He was the closest thing to a friend I had.
Junsu looked between us. “What’s going on, Yoochun?”
“I’ll explain on the way,” he said and turned away from me.
They walked about two feet away and then I said, “Fuck it,” and decided that I was due for a little bit of rebellion. I caught up to them, and asked, “So where are we going?”
“The Loft,” Yoochun said with a smile.
“Do I know what that is?” I asked.
Junsu laughed. “You’ll see when we get there.”
In the parking lot, the three of us stopped and stared at Yunho and Jaejoong. Fighting, but not with fists. Screaming at each other. Yunho had Jaejoong pinned to the side of a beautiful dark blue mustang.
It was lunch time, so there were a lot of students eating outside, enjoying the cool weather, eyes focused on two of the popular guys fighting.
“Because you fucking ignored me, that’s why. And you made it perfectly clear that-”
“We were fourteen!”
“We’re not fourteen now!”
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered and took off at a jog. He once again pulled Yunho away from Jae and hissed, “Not here, damn you. You want the whole fucking school to know?”
Yunho shrugged out of his hold and then glared at me. His eyes went to Yoochun, and he shook his head. “This is bullshit,” he muttered but walked around the car and climbed into the driver’s seat.
Jaejoong jumped away as Yunho threw the car into reverse. “Guess we’re taking my car,” he said. He handed the keys to Yoochun. “Here, you drive.”
Yoochun led the way to a cherry red Audi. Jaejoong and Junsu climbed into the back seat, leaving me to be the passenger.
The tense silence in the car was broken by Junsu. “So what’s going on?” he asked. “And why the hell am I always the last one to know?”
Jaejoong sighed and turned to look out the window. “I’m gay,” he said very quietly.
Junsu made a noise and then there was silence, until Yoochun said, “So am I.”
“I guess I should add myself into that, too,” I said.
More silence.
“Well, shit, so why is Yunho so pissed?” Junsu asked, voice wavering just a bit.
I didn’t blame him. Finding out two of your best friends were gay had to have been a shock.
“I have no idea,” Jaejoong said. “He wasn’t making any sense. Just kept screaming about how I should have told him. I am going to kill HyeGyo.”
“Told him what?”
Jaejoong sighed again. “Yoochun, you tell him.”
“You know that incident HyeGyo is always blackmailing him with?” Yoochun asked.
“Catching him with some girl, yeah,” Junsu replied.
“It wasn’t a girl she caught him with. It was me. And it appears that the secret is out.”
Jaejoong’s phone rang. He answered it with a, “What the fuck did you go and tell Yunho for, huh? I hate you.” He hung up. I turned to look at him. Junsu was hugging him, wincing a bit at the blood transferring to his shirt.
Yunho had a head start, but it wasn’t long before I caught sight of him a few cars ahead of us. Yoochun was speeding, whipping around cars, finally getting right up on Yunho’s bumper. They hit the highway, speeds increasing, as more cars were passed and cut off and horns were blaring.
“Holy shit,” I muttered and had a death grip on the door.
Yoochun glanced over at me and smiled. “You don’t drive, do you, Min?”
“Nope. I have to graduate first before my parents will let me.”
Yunho squealed his tires as he turned off the highway. He hit highway speeds on the narrow road, and only slowed down when he couldn’t pass the cars in front of him.
A half hour after we left school, my phone rang.
“Fuck,” I muttered and check the display.
“Your mom?” Yoochun asked.
“Yep.”
“You’re in deep shit.”
“Probably.”
I waited until she left a voicemail and then I sent her a text. can’t talk. in the middle of a car chase
I read it out loud.
Yoochun smirked. “Guess that’s better than telling her you’re in the middle of getting sucked off.”
“What? I would much rather have you on your knees right now than behind the wheel of this car.”
“Just different forms of an adrenaline rush, Minnie dear.”
After three more calls from her, I turned my phone off.
Another sharp turn, and then another, tires squealing. This road led up, and up, around corners, through tight lanes and narrow streets. At least they had both slowed down. The road turned into little more than dirt, and then after a few more corners, it leveled off to a flat expanse of dirt and weeds, the mountain continuing above us.
Yunho slammed on his breaks, sending up a cloud of dust. Yoochun pulled next to him.
All five of us climbed out of the cars. Smog obscured the city below.
Yunho leaned against his mustang and crossed his arms, staring only at Jaejoong. Jaejoong didn’t look at him.
“Open your trunk,” Yoochun told Yunho.
Yunho looked like he was about to protest, but then he did. Yoochun rummaged around in the junk, until he found a half empty bottle of water and a towel. He doused the towel in water and then stood in front of Jaejoong, blocking Yunho from his sight for a moment. He wiped at Jaejoong’s face. Jae’s nose had stopped bleeding, but it was sore and he winced with every swipe of the towel.
“Ah, there’s my beautiful best friend,” he said with a smile.
Jaejoong blushed and smiled, then hugged Yoochun tightly. “Thanks, Chunnie,” he whispered.
“You want me to handle this?” Yoochun whispered back.
“No. I’ll be alright.”
Yoochun pulled back and then leaned against the Audi next to Jae. I stood between the cars, and Junsu was on the other side. We all looked at Yunho.
“So,” Yunho said. “Care to explain?”
“What do I need to explain? I was confused and mortified and Yoochun was more than willing to help me figure things out.”
Yunho scoffed and turned his glare to Yoochun. “And you? How long have you been more eager to suck a cock than lick a pussy?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Twelve, thirteen years old. I don’t ever remember being attracted to women.”
“And Jae needed some help, and you were oh so willing.”
“Stop acting like you’re the one that was wronged here, you selfish bastard,” Yoochun said. “You hurt him. And I’m not talking about the bloody nose.”
Jae put a hand on his arm. “I said I’d handle it. Look, Yunho. I’ve been madly in love with you since I was fourteen, and then you let me kiss you and then you acted like it never happened.”
“So did you!” Yunho protested.
“You’re the one that ignored me for almost two months,” Jae said back, leaning forward a bit. “I tried to talk to you about it more than once and you constantly avoided me. I finally had to start talking about girls for you to even look at me again.”
“So you ran to Yoochun.”
“I didn’t start messing around with Yoochun until we were sixteen, but this has nothing to do with that. Two years had passed and damn you, Yunho, I felt gross and wrong and sometimes a well placed knife would have just ended everything, because yeah, I made out with girls and talked about girls, but the only thing I could think about was you. And now, now that I’m almost free of you and free of this town, my fucking sister had to open her damn mouth.”
“Free of me?” Yunho frowned.
Jaejoong looked away.
“Our friendship means so little, then.”
“No, it means so much, but I can’t do this anymore, Yunho. I can’t.”
“So you let me hang out with your sister. How does that make sense?”
Yoochun threw his hands in the air. “That’s what I asked him!”
“She likes you,” Jae said. “You like her. It would have been selfish of me to keep you from her.”
“Damn it, Jae, then be selfish,” Yunho said. “Don’t just roll over and take things. You should fight for what you want.”
Jae looked up at him. Yoochun’s eyes were bugging. Even I was looking at Yunho in awe. Only Junsu still appeared a bit lost.
But he was the first one to break the silence. “So, am I the only straight one here?” he asked, voice breaking a bit.
Jaejoong scoffed, and we all stared at Yunho.
“Well,” Yoochun said after a long moment. “Changmin, let me, um, show you around the Loft, since you’ve never been up here.”
He grabbed my arm and started dragging me away. He jerked his head at Junsu.
“Yeah,” Junsu said. “We’ll just be … over there. Showing Changmin around.”
Yunho mouth twitched in a smile.
We walked a few hundred feet away. Yoochun leaned up against an outcropping boulder and pulled out a cigarette.
“So Yoochun,” Junsu said, “you’ve always been gay.”
Yoochun shrugged. “I guess. Who cares anyway?”
“But you’ve … I’ve watched you fuck a girl.”
Yoochun smirked. “Living a lie, Junsu.” He held out his hand and I took it, tugging him closer so I could hold him.
“And you?” Junsu asked me.
I shrugged. “Never thought about it until Yoochun here corrupted me.”
Yoochun struggled and made a noise of protest. I hugged him and kissed his head.
“Seriously, though,” I said, “I’ve never been attracted to girls. I’ve only focused on school.”
“One of your biggest problems,” Yoochun said and turned his head to look at me.
Yoochun was leaning up to kiss me when Junsu said, “Holy fuck!”
We both looked back to Jae and Yunho. They were hugging, and Jae’s body shook like he was crying.
“He kissed him,” Junsu said. “Yunho just kissed him.”
Yoochun’s scoff turned into a startled cough when Yunho pulled away to kiss Jae again.
“Holy shit!” Yoochun yelled.
They both jumped and broke apart. Jae blushed, buried his face into Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho smiled and flipped us off. He opened the passenger door of his Mustang for Jae and then climbed into the driver’s side.
We watched, silent as they drove away.
“Oh, god, that’s hot,” Yoochun said.
Junsu rolled his eyes. “This is fucking perfect. What am I supposed to do?”
“Join our team,” Yoochun said with a feral grin. He let his eyes scan Junsu’s body, and then he licked his lips.
“Hey,” I said and yanked Yoochun away from him. “Knock it off.”
Yoochun laughed, succumbed to my arms and let me kiss him.
“Mine,” I growled, “and I don’t share well.”
“Ugh, don’t worry about it. I’m not interested in joining your team.” Junsu smiled. “Guess I can always go console HyeGyo.”
We laughed.
“Come on,” Yoochun said. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Where are we going now?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Back to school?” Junsu said.
I made a face.
“Let’s go to Yunho’s,” Yoochun said. “He’ll be occupied in his room, but we can take over his game room.”
“Does he have a piano?” I asked.
Yoochun shot a warning look at me, and then said, “Maybe.”
And then I remembered that no one knew he played. Sorry, I mouthed to him.
“Do you play?” Junsu asked me.
“A little bit,” I replied.
We climbed into Jaejoong’s car and drove back into the city. Yoochun only sped a little bit. In a very upscale part of town, Yoochun stopped at a gate and entered a code into a keypad. The gate swung open. We climbed a hill, the road turning a few times. It ended in a courtyard in front of a large house. Yoochun parked the Audi next to the mustang.
I climbed out of the car and stared up at the house.
“Yeah, Yunho’s parents are incredibly rich,” Yoochun said. “Come on.”
A doorman bowed us through the door. I followed Yoochun up three winding flights of stairs before he broke off at a landing, walked down to the end of the hall, and then up more stairs. He slowed and paused at a door, holding his finger up to his lips. He pressed his ear to the door and then smiled and motioned for us to do so, too.
After listening for a moment, I picked up the faint sounds of moaning.
Yoochun jerked his head for us to follow and we went down another hall and ended up in a huge den. Couches and arm chairs and floor pillows littered the entire place. There were three TVs, all with game consoles and DVD players. There were arcade games along one wall and a pool table on the other side of the room.
Junsu plopped on a couch and turned a TV on.
Yoochun sat on another couch and then pulled me down next to him. Almost immediately he was in my lap, lips pressed against mine.
“Oh, come on,” Junsu said. “Just because I’m okay with it doesn’t mean I need to see it.”
“Consider it a show of what you’re missing out on. Advertising and recruitment to join our team.”
“It’s going to take more than that.”
Yoochun smirked over his shoulder and then looked at me. “Do you mind if he watches, Min?”
“Oh, fuck no!” Junsu said. “That is not what I meant.”
We laughed, and resettled on the couch to watch TV. I held Yoochun close, fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt.
“You know,” he whispered, “there are a lot of empty rooms in this house.”
“Really?” I replied, feigning disinterest.
“Yep. Big house. Lots of rooms. Lots of beds.”
“Lots of pillows and lots of dust and-”
He poked me in the side. “Min, come on. Please.”
I dug his phone from his pants pocket. He hissed when my hand brushed against his hard cock. I looked at the display and sighed.
“I would love to, Chunnie, but I can’t. It’s already three. I have to be home in about a half hour.”
“Crap. I better take you home then. Junsu, you want a ride home?”
“Sure. What about the two lovebirds?”
Yoochun leered at him. “You want to go interrupt to say goodbye?”
“No. Let’s go.”
We left Yunho’s and climbed back into Jae’s car.
“Man, I wish Yunho would let me drive that mustang,” Yoochun said with a wistful sigh. He took Junsu home first, and then drove towards my house, stopping down the road a bit.
He sighed. “You’re in deep, deep shit.”
“I know.”
“Kiss me.”
I looked around quickly and then kissed him hard. As the kiss ended, I wrapped my hand around his tie. “God, I’m going to miss you.”
“We still have stolen moments in the bathroom.”
“I know, but I’ll miss hearing you play.”
“You’ll miss taking advantage of me while I’m distracted is what you really mean.”
“Maybe.”
I kissed him again, and then broke away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye.”
I climbed out of the car and waited until I couldn’t see it before taking a deep breath and heading home.
It was as I expected. My father backhanded me, split my lip open. My mom stood back a ways, a frown on her face.
“Where the hell have you been?” he demanded.
“A friend needed my help.”
“That is a completely unacceptable reason to skip school, young man.”
I smirked. “To you, maybe.”
He backhanded me again, hard enough that I lost my balance and fell. My mom eep-ed softly.
I tried to stand up, but he put a shoe in the middle of my back.
“I am working very hard to secure a place for you in college and with a good job after you graduate, and this is how you repay me? With insolence and debauchery and disobedience? I will not stand for it. Do you understand me?”
I didn’t answer until the heel of the shoe dug into my back.
“Yes, sir,” I said, voice choked.
He nudged me with his foot. Well, it was less than a kick but more than a nudge. And then his footsteps retreated.
I stood up, wiped my hand against my mouth. I stared at my mother for a long moment. It hurt a bit to know that she would have just stood there and watched my father beat me if he chose to.
“Yoochun got a B on his math test,” I said, and headed up the stairs.
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Chapter 8 - things come to a head, no, not that kind of head
Chapter 6 - not so much talking
Chapter 5 - talking is really overrated
Chapter 4 - written notes, math notes, class notes, music notes ... whatever
Chapter 3 - at least i'm better at math than he is
Chapter 2 - oh my god, something else he's good at
Chapter 1 - so he is good at something besides looking good?
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