Illicit Love 2/4
Title: Illicit Love 2/4
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong (implied sexual situations with Jaejoong and others)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to experiment with when I write fanfics like this.
Summary: I am an only child. But at about twelve, a boy was forced to work for us, and then suddenly I had a sister named Minjae. I knew that Jaejoong was still in there, behind the beautiful long hair and dresses and corsets. Did I fall in love with her, my adopted sister, or in love with the boy who she used to be?
Warning: implied sexual situations with a minor and prostitution
A/N: This fic is a little odd. As an explanation, yes, Jaejoong is a boy in this fic. But in Yunho's upbringing, he was taught to call him a girl and think of him as a girl, so he refers to Jaejoong as "her" and "she". This fic is first person, from Yunho's POV. Also, I tagged this as fantasy just because the setting is like an Inn during Medieval times.
Just a clarification on ages: Yunho is 17 during this chapter and Jae is 13, but turns 14 about halfway through the chapter.
Fanart by crazyaboutchun!!!
Part 2:
Just a clarification on ages: Yunho is 17 during this chapter and Jae is 13, but turns 14 about halfway through the chapter.
I woke up alone. Neither of us mentioned that night, but a few weeks later, I woke up to cold feet against my legs and long hair brushing over my face.
Jae slipped into bed with me at least once a week. I noticed a pattern pretty quickly. The days when she went to Father’s office frequently were nights that she slept with me. I held her tightly, because it was the only time I could protect her.
But some nights we didn’t sleep, or we couldn’t sleep. She would lie on her back, staring at the ceiling, and I would lay next to her, fingers playing with her hair. It made her smile, and I loved seeing her smile.
Time passed, and I finished school.
Father taught me how to run our expenses, profit and loss, and how to get things for a better price at the market. School can only teach you so much, he said.
In the financial books from the inn, I noticed an entry labeled “extra entertainment”. I had a suspicion on what that meant. Every morning, Father showed me how to enter and count the money from the night before. And sure enough, the days when Minjae disappeared with men, the “extra entertainment” pile increased.
I was enraged.
We were rich, because Father was selling her. And he didn’t care, because Minjae was not his real daughter. Just a piece of filth to him.
But she was my sister. Or my brother … or … I wasn’t sure what she was to me, but she was more than just something to pass around like a new toy.
Slowly I formulated a plan. Father trusted me to count the previous day’s income, and I slipped a few coins from the “extra entertainment” pile into my pocket. Just a few. Not a large enough amount to raise suspicion. I kept the money hidden behind a loose brick in my room.
For six months, I skimmed a little off the top. And then I realized I had no idea what to do with it. Part of me wanted to give it to Minjae so she could run away and live, but she’d never find another job. And this wasn’t about me letting her go. I did not want to let her go. I wanted to be mine, and I wanted to make her smile and laugh.
But I didn’t know if she wanted me to do that for her.
The next time she slipped into my bed, I was awake and almost waiting for her. With half closed eyes, I watched her drop her clock, revealing the thin shift underneath it. She did not have a woman’s body at all, and yet I found her more beautiful than any woman and more delicate than any man. She was something in between.
“Boo,” I whispered.
She jumped in surprise, and then hastily came to bed, crawling under the covers. Her bed was not this comfortable and her blanket was not this warm. It was summer though, so I knew she wasn’t here because she was cold.
I immediately played with her hair and she smiled. I wanted to talk to her about what I was thinking, but I had no idea where to start.
“BooJae,” I said again, and this time I put my arms around her tiny waist and pulled her against my body. “My BooJae.”
She stiffened and then relaxed, rubbing her head against my shoulder. “My Yunho,” she replied just as softly.
“Can I talk to you?” I asked. “About something serious.”
“W-what?”
“Do you like living here?”
“I like you.”
“That wasn’t an answer.”
“No, Yunho. I don’t.” There was a warning edge to her voice.
“Why don’t you run away?”
“And do what? And go where? And … and be who?”
I buried my face into the soft skin of her neck. She shivered from my breath, and I inhaled. She smelled of flowery soap, a tinge of sweat from her work.
“I want you to be who you are,” I said, finally. “Not a shell of someone else.”
“Who am I?”
“Every time I say who you are you get mad at me, so I won’t.”
“I’m not. N-not anymore.”
“But you’re not Minjae.”
“Then I’m no one.”
“Now that is not true.” My lips caressed her skin. She shivered and her breath came out faster. I had never done anything like this to her before, but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to be near her, and hold her close. “You are my BooJae.”
Her chest hitched and with a muffled sob, she turned in my arms and pushed her face to my chest. “I’m not. I’m not. Because that’s …”
I cupped her cheeks and lifted her face. With a smile, I said, “You are. If you’re confused on who or what you are, don’t ever be confused about that.”
Her long lashes blinked, and tears spilled to my fingers. I wiped them away and then, on automatic, leaned down and kissed her. She inhaled sharply through her nose, and then whimpered, pressing back. Her arms went around my shoulders and I pulled her body against me. Our bodies were so different. I had the muscles and the brawn from working and training, and she only had slim shoulders, that tiny waist.
She tore away with a cry and yanked herself from me. But not before I felt the unmistakable press of an erection against my hip. She curled into a ball. Even in the dark, I could see her pale skin flush. I moved closer and put my arm around her waist. I pulled her back again, letting her feel my hardness against her body.
She shivered and tried to pull away, struggling and digging nails into my arm.
“Boo,” I said, “w-what-why-”
“It’s not … no. just-Let me go!”
“I love you,” I burst out.
She froze, and then struggled again. But I was stronger and I pinned her beneath me. She kept her eyes shut, mouth open in heaving gasps. Tears trailed down her cheeks again and I kissed them away.
“’Don’t, oppa, please, don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t love me. You can’t love me.”
“Too late.”
She tried to hide her face behind her hands, but I caught her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“Look at me.”
She shook her head.
“Look at me,” I demanded again, giving her a shake.
Her eyes snapped open. I had never, ever been rough with her.
“I love you,” I said right away. “I love you. I love everything about you, and I love the thought of you. I want you to be happy, and you are not happy here.”
She turned her face away and I kissed her cheek. The salty tang of her tears touched my lips.
With lips against her ear, I whispered, “When I save enough money, when I can get us out of here, will you run away with me?”
Her eyes widened and she turned quickly to me. “Are you crazy?” she said, more in Jaejoong’s voice than hers.
I smiled. “Crazy in love with you. Yes, I am.”
She bit her lower lip. “You’re not. I … I’m a freak.”
“My father is a bastard. You are not a freak. In his eyes, you are what he forced you to be so many years ago. In my eyes, you’re beautiful, intoxicating, addicting. Please, Boo. Believe me. You’re so beautiful.”
She shook her head and again looked away. I kissed her cheek, down her chin that was too sharp and defined for a girl. I continued down the column of her neck. She sighed, breath leaving her in little wisps of air.
I wondered if those other men had kissed her like this.
“What do they do to you?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Don’t make me say it.”
“I won’t. Is it painful?”
“Not always.”
“Not always?”
“No. Sometimes … sometimes it feels good.”
I growled possessively against the skin of her chest, below collar bones that protruded too much, and she trembled. “I hate it. I hate knowing what they’re doing to you. I hate not being able to do anything about it.”
“I … I can show you,” she whispered.
I stopped and looked up, but she did not meet my eyes. “Show me what?”
“Show you what … what I do for them.”
I shook and then said no. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” Her body moved to the side, under me, and I again felt a press of an erection on my hip. I moaned and lifted up, kissing her harshly.
She followed the kiss and begged for more. I let go of her hands and gripped her hips, shifting her so I could lower mine and press my erection against hers.
Or his.
“They … they don’t do this to you,” I said.
She shook her head. “I am a very well kept secret.”
“Good.” I dropped back down, rocking my hips, pushing against her body. She moaned into my mouth, fingers gripping my bare shoulders.
I had been with women before, but never another boy, and I had no idea what to expect. I sped up as her whimpers increased.
“O-oppa, so … I …”
“Hyung,” I said with a growl. “Call me hyung.”
She chewed on her lower lip and I sucked it into my mouth, biting down hard.
“Hyung!” she said, the word torn from her throat. My body spasmed with pleasure, rocking faster.
Her hands yanked at her shift and I helped push it up even as I kept kissing her. My hands touched bare skin, smooth bare skin and I hooked her knees around my body. I was quick to unfasten my pants and lower them, past my knees. Our bare skin touched, and again, our erections slid together.
She bit her lip against a cry, body arching up into mine. Her nails dug into my back and she shook spasming, shooting strands of white onto her shift and between our bodies. I moaned, watching her come. I swallowed her moans with a kiss and slid my cock through her mess. She moaned in response, and then broke away.
“Hyung, god.”
I chewed on her neck, careful not to mark her as she whimpered, “Hyung” over and over again. The pleasure shot through my skin and with a gasp of, “Jaejoong” I came hard, adding to the mess on her clothes and body.
His clothes.
I sighed and kissed her again. I was confusing myself so much.
She breathed harshly against my neck and then pushed me away, I moved, confused, but she only sat up enough to pull the dirtied shift over her head. Her hair cascaded down her body, the longest ends covering dusky nipples.
“Definitely not a girl,” I whispered and took a nipple between my fingers.
She inhaled sharply, and then her eyes shut with a sigh.
“And still so beautiful.”
“Don’t,” she protested.
I smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips lightly. I rolled away and finished kicking off my clothes. Turning back, I realized again that she is crying. I pulled her body against mine, fingers trailing down her hip and into the mess we both made.
“Tell me what to do for you. I’m giving everything to you.”
She turned her face to me. Our lips met. “I don’t know what I want.”
“I want to run away with you. Tell me you will.”
“Don’t get my hopes up, Yunho, please.”
I opened my mouth to tell her my secret of taking the extra money, and then shut it. I had a feeling that I would have to prove it to her.
Lips pressed against mine lightly.
“Thank you.”
I wasn’t sure what she was thanking me for. I held her tightly until she fell asleep. In order to prove it to her that I loved her for what she was, I had to start tomorrow.
~~♥~~♥~~♥~~
Once again, Jae was gone when I woke up. I sighed and rose carefully. I had hoped she would have stayed with me.
Perhaps she thought it was only a single night. She did not tell me to treat her differently than I had been. I wasn’t sure if I should. I wanted to call her Jaejoong, reverse the way I thought of her in my head.
But I didn’t dare. Not without her approval.
I had to start my day, even if I didn’t want to. Reluctantly, I dressed and headed to my father’s office.
Jae saw me and her cheeks turned a gorgeous pink. She greeted me with her standard, “Good morning, Oppa,” and then rushed off to get coffee and breakfast for me.
Summer was always a slow time for us. The daylight lasted longer, and it was warm enough that travelers would prefer to sleep on the side of the road than spend money for lodging. The “extra entertainment” pile was the only part of our profit that was not affected. I cut the amount I took in half, since Father was a bit more aware of the finances.
Jae slipped into the office. So quiet as always. She set a tray of food down for me and handed me coffee. I let my fingers brush hers.
“Next time, wake me up,” I whispered.
The red on her cheeks burned brighter.
God, I wanted to kiss her.
“Have a good day, Yunho-oppa,” she said and left the room, a little twist of her hips made her skirts billow for a moment.
I sighed and leaned back in the chair, reliving the moment. When I opened his eyes, Mother was standing in the doorway.
“What girl put that grin on your face, young man?”
I smiled and shook my head. “Just a siren in my dreams, Mother.”
“Too bad. You should look for a good wife, son. I know your father has been talking to the tailor about his daughter Muriel.”
I made a face, not bothering to hide my disgust.
Mother chuckled. “Think of it. You are almost eighteen. It is past time for you to be married.”
“I know, Mother, but Muriel. She … she’s a …” I knew my mother would not appreciate me using the excuse that she was a girl.
“It’s a good match.”
“We’ll see.”
~~♥~~♥~~♥~~
Part 3: My Companion
Part 1: My Sister
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong (implied sexual situations with Jaejoong and others)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to experiment with when I write fanfics like this.
Summary: I am an only child. But at about twelve, a boy was forced to work for us, and then suddenly I had a sister named Minjae. I knew that Jaejoong was still in there, behind the beautiful long hair and dresses and corsets. Did I fall in love with her, my adopted sister, or in love with the boy who she used to be?
Warning: implied sexual situations with a minor and prostitution
A/N: This fic is a little odd. As an explanation, yes, Jaejoong is a boy in this fic. But in Yunho's upbringing, he was taught to call him a girl and think of him as a girl, so he refers to Jaejoong as "her" and "she". This fic is first person, from Yunho's POV. Also, I tagged this as fantasy just because the setting is like an Inn during Medieval times.
Just a clarification on ages: Yunho is 17 during this chapter and Jae is 13, but turns 14 about halfway through the chapter.
Fanart by crazyaboutchun!!!
Part 2:
Just a clarification on ages: Yunho is 17 during this chapter and Jae is 13, but turns 14 about halfway through the chapter.
I woke up alone. Neither of us mentioned that night, but a few weeks later, I woke up to cold feet against my legs and long hair brushing over my face.
Jae slipped into bed with me at least once a week. I noticed a pattern pretty quickly. The days when she went to Father’s office frequently were nights that she slept with me. I held her tightly, because it was the only time I could protect her.
But some nights we didn’t sleep, or we couldn’t sleep. She would lie on her back, staring at the ceiling, and I would lay next to her, fingers playing with her hair. It made her smile, and I loved seeing her smile.
Time passed, and I finished school.
Father taught me how to run our expenses, profit and loss, and how to get things for a better price at the market. School can only teach you so much, he said.
In the financial books from the inn, I noticed an entry labeled “extra entertainment”. I had a suspicion on what that meant. Every morning, Father showed me how to enter and count the money from the night before. And sure enough, the days when Minjae disappeared with men, the “extra entertainment” pile increased.
I was enraged.
We were rich, because Father was selling her. And he didn’t care, because Minjae was not his real daughter. Just a piece of filth to him.
But she was my sister. Or my brother … or … I wasn’t sure what she was to me, but she was more than just something to pass around like a new toy.
Slowly I formulated a plan. Father trusted me to count the previous day’s income, and I slipped a few coins from the “extra entertainment” pile into my pocket. Just a few. Not a large enough amount to raise suspicion. I kept the money hidden behind a loose brick in my room.
For six months, I skimmed a little off the top. And then I realized I had no idea what to do with it. Part of me wanted to give it to Minjae so she could run away and live, but she’d never find another job. And this wasn’t about me letting her go. I did not want to let her go. I wanted to be mine, and I wanted to make her smile and laugh.
But I didn’t know if she wanted me to do that for her.
The next time she slipped into my bed, I was awake and almost waiting for her. With half closed eyes, I watched her drop her clock, revealing the thin shift underneath it. She did not have a woman’s body at all, and yet I found her more beautiful than any woman and more delicate than any man. She was something in between.
“Boo,” I whispered.
She jumped in surprise, and then hastily came to bed, crawling under the covers. Her bed was not this comfortable and her blanket was not this warm. It was summer though, so I knew she wasn’t here because she was cold.
I immediately played with her hair and she smiled. I wanted to talk to her about what I was thinking, but I had no idea where to start.
“BooJae,” I said again, and this time I put my arms around her tiny waist and pulled her against my body. “My BooJae.”
She stiffened and then relaxed, rubbing her head against my shoulder. “My Yunho,” she replied just as softly.
“Can I talk to you?” I asked. “About something serious.”
“W-what?”
“Do you like living here?”
“I like you.”
“That wasn’t an answer.”
“No, Yunho. I don’t.” There was a warning edge to her voice.
“Why don’t you run away?”
“And do what? And go where? And … and be who?”
I buried my face into the soft skin of her neck. She shivered from my breath, and I inhaled. She smelled of flowery soap, a tinge of sweat from her work.
“I want you to be who you are,” I said, finally. “Not a shell of someone else.”
“Who am I?”
“Every time I say who you are you get mad at me, so I won’t.”
“I’m not. N-not anymore.”
“But you’re not Minjae.”
“Then I’m no one.”
“Now that is not true.” My lips caressed her skin. She shivered and her breath came out faster. I had never done anything like this to her before, but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to be near her, and hold her close. “You are my BooJae.”
Her chest hitched and with a muffled sob, she turned in my arms and pushed her face to my chest. “I’m not. I’m not. Because that’s …”
I cupped her cheeks and lifted her face. With a smile, I said, “You are. If you’re confused on who or what you are, don’t ever be confused about that.”
Her long lashes blinked, and tears spilled to my fingers. I wiped them away and then, on automatic, leaned down and kissed her. She inhaled sharply through her nose, and then whimpered, pressing back. Her arms went around my shoulders and I pulled her body against me. Our bodies were so different. I had the muscles and the brawn from working and training, and she only had slim shoulders, that tiny waist.
She tore away with a cry and yanked herself from me. But not before I felt the unmistakable press of an erection against my hip. She curled into a ball. Even in the dark, I could see her pale skin flush. I moved closer and put my arm around her waist. I pulled her back again, letting her feel my hardness against her body.
She shivered and tried to pull away, struggling and digging nails into my arm.
“Boo,” I said, “w-what-why-”
“It’s not … no. just-Let me go!”
“I love you,” I burst out.
She froze, and then struggled again. But I was stronger and I pinned her beneath me. She kept her eyes shut, mouth open in heaving gasps. Tears trailed down her cheeks again and I kissed them away.
“’Don’t, oppa, please, don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t love me. You can’t love me.”
“Too late.”
She tried to hide her face behind her hands, but I caught her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“Look at me.”
She shook her head.
“Look at me,” I demanded again, giving her a shake.
Her eyes snapped open. I had never, ever been rough with her.
“I love you,” I said right away. “I love you. I love everything about you, and I love the thought of you. I want you to be happy, and you are not happy here.”
She turned her face away and I kissed her cheek. The salty tang of her tears touched my lips.
With lips against her ear, I whispered, “When I save enough money, when I can get us out of here, will you run away with me?”
Her eyes widened and she turned quickly to me. “Are you crazy?” she said, more in Jaejoong’s voice than hers.
I smiled. “Crazy in love with you. Yes, I am.”
She bit her lower lip. “You’re not. I … I’m a freak.”
“My father is a bastard. You are not a freak. In his eyes, you are what he forced you to be so many years ago. In my eyes, you’re beautiful, intoxicating, addicting. Please, Boo. Believe me. You’re so beautiful.”
She shook her head and again looked away. I kissed her cheek, down her chin that was too sharp and defined for a girl. I continued down the column of her neck. She sighed, breath leaving her in little wisps of air.
I wondered if those other men had kissed her like this.
“What do they do to you?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Don’t make me say it.”
“I won’t. Is it painful?”
“Not always.”
“Not always?”
“No. Sometimes … sometimes it feels good.”
I growled possessively against the skin of her chest, below collar bones that protruded too much, and she trembled. “I hate it. I hate knowing what they’re doing to you. I hate not being able to do anything about it.”
“I … I can show you,” she whispered.
I stopped and looked up, but she did not meet my eyes. “Show me what?”
“Show you what … what I do for them.”
I shook and then said no. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” Her body moved to the side, under me, and I again felt a press of an erection on my hip. I moaned and lifted up, kissing her harshly.
She followed the kiss and begged for more. I let go of her hands and gripped her hips, shifting her so I could lower mine and press my erection against hers.
Or his.
“They … they don’t do this to you,” I said.
She shook her head. “I am a very well kept secret.”
“Good.” I dropped back down, rocking my hips, pushing against her body. She moaned into my mouth, fingers gripping my bare shoulders.
I had been with women before, but never another boy, and I had no idea what to expect. I sped up as her whimpers increased.
“O-oppa, so … I …”
“Hyung,” I said with a growl. “Call me hyung.”
She chewed on her lower lip and I sucked it into my mouth, biting down hard.
“Hyung!” she said, the word torn from her throat. My body spasmed with pleasure, rocking faster.
Her hands yanked at her shift and I helped push it up even as I kept kissing her. My hands touched bare skin, smooth bare skin and I hooked her knees around my body. I was quick to unfasten my pants and lower them, past my knees. Our bare skin touched, and again, our erections slid together.
She bit her lip against a cry, body arching up into mine. Her nails dug into my back and she shook spasming, shooting strands of white onto her shift and between our bodies. I moaned, watching her come. I swallowed her moans with a kiss and slid my cock through her mess. She moaned in response, and then broke away.
“Hyung, god.”
I chewed on her neck, careful not to mark her as she whimpered, “Hyung” over and over again. The pleasure shot through my skin and with a gasp of, “Jaejoong” I came hard, adding to the mess on her clothes and body.
His clothes.
I sighed and kissed her again. I was confusing myself so much.
She breathed harshly against my neck and then pushed me away, I moved, confused, but she only sat up enough to pull the dirtied shift over her head. Her hair cascaded down her body, the longest ends covering dusky nipples.
“Definitely not a girl,” I whispered and took a nipple between my fingers.
She inhaled sharply, and then her eyes shut with a sigh.
“And still so beautiful.”
“Don’t,” she protested.
I smiled and pressed a kiss to her lips lightly. I rolled away and finished kicking off my clothes. Turning back, I realized again that she is crying. I pulled her body against mine, fingers trailing down her hip and into the mess we both made.
“Tell me what to do for you. I’m giving everything to you.”
She turned her face to me. Our lips met. “I don’t know what I want.”
“I want to run away with you. Tell me you will.”
“Don’t get my hopes up, Yunho, please.”
I opened my mouth to tell her my secret of taking the extra money, and then shut it. I had a feeling that I would have to prove it to her.
Lips pressed against mine lightly.
“Thank you.”
I wasn’t sure what she was thanking me for. I held her tightly until she fell asleep. In order to prove it to her that I loved her for what she was, I had to start tomorrow.
~~♥~~♥~~♥~~
Once again, Jae was gone when I woke up. I sighed and rose carefully. I had hoped she would have stayed with me.
Perhaps she thought it was only a single night. She did not tell me to treat her differently than I had been. I wasn’t sure if I should. I wanted to call her Jaejoong, reverse the way I thought of her in my head.
But I didn’t dare. Not without her approval.
I had to start my day, even if I didn’t want to. Reluctantly, I dressed and headed to my father’s office.
Jae saw me and her cheeks turned a gorgeous pink. She greeted me with her standard, “Good morning, Oppa,” and then rushed off to get coffee and breakfast for me.
Summer was always a slow time for us. The daylight lasted longer, and it was warm enough that travelers would prefer to sleep on the side of the road than spend money for lodging. The “extra entertainment” pile was the only part of our profit that was not affected. I cut the amount I took in half, since Father was a bit more aware of the finances.
Jae slipped into the office. So quiet as always. She set a tray of food down for me and handed me coffee. I let my fingers brush hers.
“Next time, wake me up,” I whispered.
The red on her cheeks burned brighter.
God, I wanted to kiss her.
“Have a good day, Yunho-oppa,” she said and left the room, a little twist of her hips made her skirts billow for a moment.
I sighed and leaned back in the chair, reliving the moment. When I opened his eyes, Mother was standing in the doorway.
“What girl put that grin on your face, young man?”
I smiled and shook my head. “Just a siren in my dreams, Mother.”
“Too bad. You should look for a good wife, son. I know your father has been talking to the tailor about his daughter Muriel.”
I made a face, not bothering to hide my disgust.
Mother chuckled. “Think of it. You are almost eighteen. It is past time for you to be married.”
“I know, Mother, but Muriel. She … she’s a …” I knew my mother would not appreciate me using the excuse that she was a girl.
“It’s a good match.”
“We’ll see.”
~~♥~~♥~~♥~~
Part 3: My Companion
Part 1: My Sister
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