Skin You're In 11/?
Title: Skin You're In 11/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaehwa (Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Heechul, past Yunho/Jaehwa)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to play with.
Summary: Jaehwa is one of the prettiest girls Yoochun has ever met. Yoochun isn't sure how to react when he finds out that Jaehwa is a girl in her mind, but she has the body of a man. Does that change who she is?
Warnings: Transgender!Jaejoong
A/N: Before you start reading, I suggest you familiarize yourself with Gender Identity Disorder. I personally think calling it a disorder is bullshit. There is a lot of controversy over this topic.
If you have questions, or you want to discuss this topic with others, go here: http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/40030.html (you have to be a member of the community, go here to join http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/)
A/N Part 2: This fic is dedicated to willowwing because she has gone to great lengths to make her most recent fic realistic, and I hope that I have taken this topic and done the same. And she loves JaeChun, so it's a JaeChun.
Part 11: The Progress
November 2012
A harsh beeping filled Yoochun’s dreams. It didn’t interrupt much. Just vague images of Jaehwa’s laughter and a beach. He woke up smiling, and then sighed in contentment, feeling Jaehwa pressed against him. She was still asleep. He traced his fingers up and down her bare back. She shifted, pressing closer to him.
Yoochun smiled. Just the day before, he’d gotten a text from Junsu asking if he was ever going to give Jaehwa back. Yoochun hadn't noticed how much Jaehwa had been over at his apartment in the last three months. She kept a lot of clothes in his closet and even more stuff in his bathroom. And she had spent almost every night for the last month over at Yoochun’s house. He loved it for three reasons. Always being with his girlfriend and a constant stream of sex were the first two that always came to mind, but the third was the most important. They were growing more and more comfortable with each other. That didn’t mean that Jaehwa flashed and flaunted her body, but it meant that Yoochun no longer cringed or shivered when Jaehwa was naked, or like that morning, with her crotch on his hip.
And sex. Oh god, the sex. Because they were getting more and more comfortable, Jaehwa didn’t try or even think to hide herself from Yoochun. Yoochun still didn’t touch her there because it was like Yunho said, massive turn off, but more often than not, they had sex facing each other instead of with Yoochun always behind her.
Some nights, Jaehwa went crazy in bed, and Yoochun most definitely did not mind. He touched his fingers to red spots on her back. He had a few matching ones on his chest, complete with bite and nail marks.
Yoochun shivered. It was only nine. On a Sunday. He remembered that Jaehwa had made plans to meet MinSu for breakfast, but really, MinSu would understand.
Very carefully, he shifted out from under Jaehwa. She whimpered, shifting to her side, but did not wake up. Yoochun smiled and climbed out of bed. Not far, just to their pile of clothes from the night before. His neck tie was buried under his slacks. They’d gone to dinner and then a piano concerto of the students from their university. The music was lovely, emotional, but nothing compared to the moans and whimpers Jaehwa made when she was turned on and excited. He went back to the bed and slowly climbed over her, knees at her hips. He threaded the tie through the headboard, and then gently took her wrists.
Jaehwa whimpered, hips rising, like she was trying to wake up. She was not usually a morning person.
Yoochun smiled and finished tightening the knots. Her hands were bound, lifted up. He sat back and smiled at her, ran his hands up and down her chest and stomach. And he watched as her penis jerked. Forced himself to look even though he knew better than to touch. What would she look like with a vagina? He’d gotten curious and looked up images before, but he didn’t want to do things like that without Jaehwa next to him. He wanted her to talk to him about it. He knew that she talked to Junsu about it, and to her therapist (who she still refused to quit seeing), but Yoochun wanted her to talk to him.
Jaehwa moaned under him and he jerked, shocked that during his musings, he’d lightly cupped her and squeezed. He hastily removed his hand and fell over her bound body. He laid kisses on her neck and chest.
“Chunnie-ah,” she whispered and moaned again when Yoochun rolled his hips against her body.
“Good morning, my love,” Yoochun said and smiled. He adjusted his knees and hooked her legs under his elbows. With a minor adjustment, he pushed into her body.
She whimpered something that sounded like a curse, and her eyes blinked open.
Yoochun moved slowly, thrusting in the way he’d learned over the last few months that kept their bodies together and brought her the most pleasure. It was more of a hip roll than a thrust, but worth it when every time he did it, her body tightened around him and she let out a little puff of noise.
“Chunnie.”
Yoochun chuckled at her tone. “Yes?”
“W-why-“ Her hands flexed and her back rose off the bed.
“I have enough nail marks my back,” he said and kissed her neck again. He sped up.
Her protests turned to moans, and her hips rolled to meet his thrusts. “Some days-oh god, harder-hate … fuck, Chunnie!”
He swallowed her high pitched cry in a deep kiss, snapping his hips forward. Her legs tightened, her body tensed and she ripped away from him, shuddering her release between them. Yoochun smiled and went back to her neck with his lips.
“You know,” she said, chest heaving, “most people … mmm, god … ask permission before …” She shivered, legs stretching wider.
“I knew you wouldn’t mind,” Yoochun said.
Jaehwa scoffed. “Hurry up. I want to shower.”
“So do I,” Yoochun said, licking up to her ear. He nibbled on the lobe, smiling as she trembled underneath him. “I want to take a shower with you.”
Her body froze for a moment, and then relaxed. “Then hurry up.”
Yoochun smiled, laughed, and then pushed up, away from her. He grabbed behind her knees, bent her legs farther, so her feet were level with her hands, and thrust into her harshly.
“Fuck!” she shouted. Her fingers were white where she gripped the tie.
Yoochun tilted his head back, eyes shut as he let his orgasm build.
“You stupid fucker, I want to touch you!” Jaehwa complained, making Yoochun smile again. He waited until he was ready to come, and then looked back down at his girlfriend. At all of her. His eyes were clouded with need, but he could still see her. Below him, bouncing around, skin dotted with her white release. He readjusted, gripping behind her thighs instead of her knees. His fingers touched her balls, and she whimpered, but he did not move his hands. The pressure built and at the very last moment, he made himself touch her, just a little, fingers curled lightly around. She cried out and then he came, falling forward with both hands on either side of her body. His hips snapped into her and he pumped out his release inside her spasming body.
It took a few seconds before he could think again. With a muttered groan, he pulled his hips away and lifted his head. Her eyes were shut, chest still rising and falling quickly. He pressed light kisses to her cheek and neck until she smiled.
“Untie me, please.”
“No. You might hurt me.”
Jaehwa narrowed her eyes at him. Her lower body shifted and a knee was suddenly between his legs, pressing against his groin. “I can hurt you like this, too.”
“Woah, there,” Yoochun said, trying really hard not to laugh. “Okay, okay. Just … don’t …”
She added pressure, and Yoochun’s eyes shut and he moved against her leg.
“Oh my god, you are such a sex fiend!”
“Says the virginal nun,” he replied and got a snort in response.
With another laugh, he reached up and untied her. Almost immediately, she pushed him away, and climbed out of bed. With staggering steps, she walked across the room. Yoochun wondered if she was upset with him.
At the door, she smirked over her shoulder. “Weren’t we taking a shower?”
Yoochun grinned and sat up. “Yes.”
“Give me five minutes.”
“Okay.”
She slipped out the door and Yoochun stood up, stretching. He noticed Jaehwa’s cell phone, flashing with a notification of a text message. He picked it up. It was from Junsu.
Tell Yoochun to get out of your ass! You’re supposed to be meeting us for breakfast!
Yoochun replied: I like being in her ass, and we’re going to take a shower. Together. And we will meet you for lunch.
Junsu: I had plans to have something in my ass for lunch. Damn it. You two are sex whores.
Yoochun laughed and told him to go eat Changmin’s ass for brunch. He tossed the phone on the bed and went to his bathroom. The shower was already running, the room warm from steam. He used the toilet first, and then went to the sink to brush his teeth.
“I thought you had changed your mind,” Jaehwa said carefully.
Yoochun spit in the sink and rinsed his mouth out. “Your best friend said for me to get out of your ass and get to breakfast, so I had to tell him that I like being in your ass and to have Changmin for breakfast.”
Jaehwa laughed. “Why do I love that kid so much?”
“That is something I have never understood,” Yoochun said and pulled the curtain back to climb in the shower.
Jaehwa was tense, as Yoochun knew she would be. She kept her back to him as she lathered her hair with his conditioner.
“I wanted to wash your hair,” he said with a pout and put his arms around her waist. Half of his body was hot from the water and the other half cold.
“You shouldn’t have taken the time to flirt with Junsu then.”
Yoochun laughed and pressed a kiss to her neck. He moved her from the shower spray and ducked under it to wet his head. Slick fingers trailed over his nipples. He gasped and grabbed Jaehwa’s wrists. Their eyes met and she smiled and he hugged her tightly and kissed her under the shower spray.
“I haven’t told you I love you yet today,” Yoochun said.
“You’re slacking.”
“I am. I love you.”
“I love you,” she replied.
“Can we have a serious talk without you thinking that I’m breaking up with you?”
Her body froze. “Probably not.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed her shoulder and then her neck again. “Junsu and I have been talking behind your back, and we both really want you to get a new therapist.”
“I know.”
“He isn’t helping you, love. He’s like … he’s like your family, where he thinks you’re just cross-dressing.”
“What if I am just cross-dressing though?”
Yoochun pulled away from her and gave her a look. “Really?”
She looked away and pushed by him. He moved so she could rinse out her hair and he grabbed his shampoo. Half way through scrubbing, her hands took over, and he leaned his head back with a sigh.
“I love you, Jaehwa, I really do. Every time I think I can’t love you more, I hope that I can, because then I’ll love you more and more. That makes more sense in my head, but you get it, right?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “I get it.”
Yoochun turned around and ignored the soap dripping down his face. He cupped her cheeks with his hands and said, “I will always love you and always support you in whatever you decide to do. I want to go smack your therapist, because you doubt yourself because of him. He isn’t helping you, my love. He isn’t.”
Her eyes shut and tears mingled with the water. Yoochun shut his eyes and ducked under the water again. She stood to the side, arms crossed. Sometime in the last month, she’d moved into his bathroom. There was a pink loufa and body wash that smelled like peaches, a pink razor and another scrubby thing and something that looked like it could have been a sex toy, but Jaehwa said she used it on her feet. And if his memory served him, there were lotions and stuff in his bathroom drawers.
Yoochun took the loufa and filled it with body wash. Jaehwa tensed at the first touch and then relaxed as Yoochun washed her body. He started at her shoulders and arms, then went across her chest and down her stomach. Her breathing sped up, but Yoochun wasn’t going to risk it again and he bypassed the middle of her body and washed her legs. He stayed on his knees, watering pounding over him. He ran his hands up her skin, washing the soap away, and then followed with his lips, over the curve of her ass and to her hips. He bit down and sucked. Jaehwa grabbed his shoulders with a whimper, knees buckling. Yoochun smiled and kissed higher, and around, not quite at the bend of her hip. Not that close. Biting, he used her body and the wall to pepper her skin in more red marks.
“Chunnie-ah.”
“Hmm?” he asked against her collarbone. He used his grip on her hips to pull their bodies together.
She tilted her head back into the stream of water, mouth open as Yoochun sucked a mark on her shoulder. She jerked forward with a cry, sliding against him, smooth skin slick on the edge of his cock.
“I think we need to go back to bed,” Jaehwa said.
“You are so smart,” Yoochun said.
They hastily rinsed off. Jaehwa climbed out of the shower first and reached for a towel. Yoochun grabbed his robe from the hook and draped it over her shoulders. “Go. I’ll dry off on the way.”
Jaehwa laughed and spun in his arms. He slipped his hands into the robe and moaned, pulling their bodies together again. They staggered through his apartment, unwilling to let go of the other. Eventually, they made it to the bed. Yoochun fell to the bed, crawling up to the pillows. But Jaehwa didn’t follow. He looked back, and saw her with her phone in her hands. She smiled and typed something into it and then tossed the phone onto the floor.
“What was that?” Yoochun asked as she crawled over him, his blue robe open and teasing his eyes.
“Just told Junsu that we’d have to meet him for dinner.”
Yoochun laughed and grabbed around her middle. He pulled her against her body and their lips met. She moaned into the kiss and rolled to the side. Yoochun easily followed, throwing a leg over her thighs. His hand curled under the robe, around her waist.
“My hair is going to look like crap if I don’t dry it first,” she said against his lips.
“Then I guess we’ll have to get in the shower again. Should I make you sweaty and sticky enough to rationalize another?”
“Yes, please.”
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“Chunnie, I have to go back to work,” Jaehwa said, trying not to laugh as Yoochun trailed his lips whisper-soft down her neck.
“I got a job for you,” he muttered.
“I have the same job for you,” she said back.
Yoochun laughed and tried to kiss her lips. She leaned away from him, laughing at his pout, and then kissed him deeply, arms around his neck.
Junsu made a disgusted noise from across the café.
“You don’t have to go,” Yoochun said, pulling her closer by her hips. His hands slid under her skirt, fingers touching the top of her tights. “There aren’t any customers.”
“Oh my god, seriously. Are you sixteen?” Junsu said. “Get a leash on your pet, Jaehwa.”
“He likes that,” Jae said back.
“Oh, god, do I like that,” Yoochun said, fingers going higher up. Jaehwa’s breath sped up, body shivering.
Junsu sat across from them and said, “Then I guess you leave me no choice.”
“In what?” Jaehwa asked, voice breathy.
“You haven’t told him yet, so I’m going to tell him.”
Jaehwa pushed Yoochun away. “Don’t you dare.”
“Tell me what?” Yoochun said, still trying to kiss her skin. Her shirt had slipped down, revealing a collarbone.
“Don’t, Junsu.”
Yoochun waited a few seconds as she grew more and more tense. He cupped her face and made her look at him. “My love?”
Her eyes shut with a sigh. “I have a new therapist.”
“Thank god!” Yoochun said and flung his hands in the air.
“And …” Junsu prompted.
“And what?” Yoochun asked.
“She wants to meet you.”
“Okay. Good.”
“Huh?” Jaehwa said, confused.
“Let’s go. Right now? When is your next appointment?”
“You want to come with me?”
“Of course I want to come with you, why would I not want to come with you?”
Jaehwa blushed and looked away, so Yoochun looked to Junsu for an explanation. He waved his hand and said, “You know Jaehwa. All insecure and shit when she shouldn’t be.”
Yoochun nodded. “You said, she. Your new therapist is a woman.”
Jaehwa nodded.
“Even better,” Junsu said. “Her name is Doctor Lee. She’s Korean, but she studied in America, which is where she got her degree and her experience. She specializes in sexual therapy.”
“Perfect,” Yoochun said and put his arm around Jaehwa’s shoulders.
A customer entered the store, and Junsu stood up to help them.
Jaehwa leaned into his arms.
“Why were you afraid to tell me?”
Jaehwa shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t … I … She’s different, and she’s … she’s so nice. I was worried it wouldn’t work out, so I was waiting to tell you until I knew for certain that I’d be seeing her for a while.”
“How long have you been seeing her?”
“I’ve only met with her twice, but she … she … I really like her. She doesn’t ask me how Jaejoong is feeling.”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide. “That other guy … what … Jaehwa!”
She smiled softly and turned her head to bury more into his chest. “I know. I know. I’m meeting with Doctor Lee again tomorrow, but you’ll have to miss your Management class if you want to come with me.”
Yoochun kissed the top of her head, arms tightening. “Missing one class won’t kill me. I’ll be there. I love you so much.”
“Promise?” she whispered, tilting her head up.
“I promise.” Their lips met just as the door jingled again, and a group of rowdy teenagers came in. Jaehwa sighed and Yoochun let her go. She slipped out of the booth and headed to the front. Yoochun sipped on his now-cold latte and smiled, watching her greet the customers. The guys in the group tried to act cool and manly in front of her.
This was a great step for his girl. She needed to talk to someone just like this Doctor Lee. Someone else that accepted her for who she was. Maybe with this new therapist, Jaehwa would learn not to hate herself, and not be so afraid of taking that last step toward truly becoming who she was inside.
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Part 12: The Meeting
Part 10: The Reset
Part 9: The Suuport | Part 8: The Situation | Part 7: The Promise | Part 6: The Conflict | Part 5: The Setback | Part 4: The Date | Part 3: The Wait | Part 2: The Talk | Part 1: The Secret
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaehwa (Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Heechul, past Yunho/Jaehwa)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to play with.
Summary: Jaehwa is one of the prettiest girls Yoochun has ever met. Yoochun isn't sure how to react when he finds out that Jaehwa is a girl in her mind, but she has the body of a man. Does that change who she is?
Warnings: Transgender!Jaejoong
A/N: Before you start reading, I suggest you familiarize yourself with Gender Identity Disorder. I personally think calling it a disorder is bullshit. There is a lot of controversy over this topic.
If you have questions, or you want to discuss this topic with others, go here: http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/40030.html (you have to be a member of the community, go here to join http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/)
A/N Part 2: This fic is dedicated to willowwing because she has gone to great lengths to make her most recent fic realistic, and I hope that I have taken this topic and done the same. And she loves JaeChun, so it's a JaeChun.
Part 11: The Progress
November 2012
A harsh beeping filled Yoochun’s dreams. It didn’t interrupt much. Just vague images of Jaehwa’s laughter and a beach. He woke up smiling, and then sighed in contentment, feeling Jaehwa pressed against him. She was still asleep. He traced his fingers up and down her bare back. She shifted, pressing closer to him.
Yoochun smiled. Just the day before, he’d gotten a text from Junsu asking if he was ever going to give Jaehwa back. Yoochun hadn't noticed how much Jaehwa had been over at his apartment in the last three months. She kept a lot of clothes in his closet and even more stuff in his bathroom. And she had spent almost every night for the last month over at Yoochun’s house. He loved it for three reasons. Always being with his girlfriend and a constant stream of sex were the first two that always came to mind, but the third was the most important. They were growing more and more comfortable with each other. That didn’t mean that Jaehwa flashed and flaunted her body, but it meant that Yoochun no longer cringed or shivered when Jaehwa was naked, or like that morning, with her crotch on his hip.
And sex. Oh god, the sex. Because they were getting more and more comfortable, Jaehwa didn’t try or even think to hide herself from Yoochun. Yoochun still didn’t touch her there because it was like Yunho said, massive turn off, but more often than not, they had sex facing each other instead of with Yoochun always behind her.
Some nights, Jaehwa went crazy in bed, and Yoochun most definitely did not mind. He touched his fingers to red spots on her back. He had a few matching ones on his chest, complete with bite and nail marks.
Yoochun shivered. It was only nine. On a Sunday. He remembered that Jaehwa had made plans to meet MinSu for breakfast, but really, MinSu would understand.
Very carefully, he shifted out from under Jaehwa. She whimpered, shifting to her side, but did not wake up. Yoochun smiled and climbed out of bed. Not far, just to their pile of clothes from the night before. His neck tie was buried under his slacks. They’d gone to dinner and then a piano concerto of the students from their university. The music was lovely, emotional, but nothing compared to the moans and whimpers Jaehwa made when she was turned on and excited. He went back to the bed and slowly climbed over her, knees at her hips. He threaded the tie through the headboard, and then gently took her wrists.
Jaehwa whimpered, hips rising, like she was trying to wake up. She was not usually a morning person.
Yoochun smiled and finished tightening the knots. Her hands were bound, lifted up. He sat back and smiled at her, ran his hands up and down her chest and stomach. And he watched as her penis jerked. Forced himself to look even though he knew better than to touch. What would she look like with a vagina? He’d gotten curious and looked up images before, but he didn’t want to do things like that without Jaehwa next to him. He wanted her to talk to him about it. He knew that she talked to Junsu about it, and to her therapist (who she still refused to quit seeing), but Yoochun wanted her to talk to him.
Jaehwa moaned under him and he jerked, shocked that during his musings, he’d lightly cupped her and squeezed. He hastily removed his hand and fell over her bound body. He laid kisses on her neck and chest.
“Chunnie-ah,” she whispered and moaned again when Yoochun rolled his hips against her body.
“Good morning, my love,” Yoochun said and smiled. He adjusted his knees and hooked her legs under his elbows. With a minor adjustment, he pushed into her body.
She whimpered something that sounded like a curse, and her eyes blinked open.
Yoochun moved slowly, thrusting in the way he’d learned over the last few months that kept their bodies together and brought her the most pleasure. It was more of a hip roll than a thrust, but worth it when every time he did it, her body tightened around him and she let out a little puff of noise.
“Chunnie.”
Yoochun chuckled at her tone. “Yes?”
“W-why-“ Her hands flexed and her back rose off the bed.
“I have enough nail marks my back,” he said and kissed her neck again. He sped up.
Her protests turned to moans, and her hips rolled to meet his thrusts. “Some days-oh god, harder-hate … fuck, Chunnie!”
He swallowed her high pitched cry in a deep kiss, snapping his hips forward. Her legs tightened, her body tensed and she ripped away from him, shuddering her release between them. Yoochun smiled and went back to her neck with his lips.
“You know,” she said, chest heaving, “most people … mmm, god … ask permission before …” She shivered, legs stretching wider.
“I knew you wouldn’t mind,” Yoochun said.
Jaehwa scoffed. “Hurry up. I want to shower.”
“So do I,” Yoochun said, licking up to her ear. He nibbled on the lobe, smiling as she trembled underneath him. “I want to take a shower with you.”
Her body froze for a moment, and then relaxed. “Then hurry up.”
Yoochun smiled, laughed, and then pushed up, away from her. He grabbed behind her knees, bent her legs farther, so her feet were level with her hands, and thrust into her harshly.
“Fuck!” she shouted. Her fingers were white where she gripped the tie.
Yoochun tilted his head back, eyes shut as he let his orgasm build.
“You stupid fucker, I want to touch you!” Jaehwa complained, making Yoochun smile again. He waited until he was ready to come, and then looked back down at his girlfriend. At all of her. His eyes were clouded with need, but he could still see her. Below him, bouncing around, skin dotted with her white release. He readjusted, gripping behind her thighs instead of her knees. His fingers touched her balls, and she whimpered, but he did not move his hands. The pressure built and at the very last moment, he made himself touch her, just a little, fingers curled lightly around. She cried out and then he came, falling forward with both hands on either side of her body. His hips snapped into her and he pumped out his release inside her spasming body.
It took a few seconds before he could think again. With a muttered groan, he pulled his hips away and lifted his head. Her eyes were shut, chest still rising and falling quickly. He pressed light kisses to her cheek and neck until she smiled.
“Untie me, please.”
“No. You might hurt me.”
Jaehwa narrowed her eyes at him. Her lower body shifted and a knee was suddenly between his legs, pressing against his groin. “I can hurt you like this, too.”
“Woah, there,” Yoochun said, trying really hard not to laugh. “Okay, okay. Just … don’t …”
She added pressure, and Yoochun’s eyes shut and he moved against her leg.
“Oh my god, you are such a sex fiend!”
“Says the virginal nun,” he replied and got a snort in response.
With another laugh, he reached up and untied her. Almost immediately, she pushed him away, and climbed out of bed. With staggering steps, she walked across the room. Yoochun wondered if she was upset with him.
At the door, she smirked over her shoulder. “Weren’t we taking a shower?”
Yoochun grinned and sat up. “Yes.”
“Give me five minutes.”
“Okay.”
She slipped out the door and Yoochun stood up, stretching. He noticed Jaehwa’s cell phone, flashing with a notification of a text message. He picked it up. It was from Junsu.
Tell Yoochun to get out of your ass! You’re supposed to be meeting us for breakfast!
Yoochun replied: I like being in her ass, and we’re going to take a shower. Together. And we will meet you for lunch.
Junsu: I had plans to have something in my ass for lunch. Damn it. You two are sex whores.
Yoochun laughed and told him to go eat Changmin’s ass for brunch. He tossed the phone on the bed and went to his bathroom. The shower was already running, the room warm from steam. He used the toilet first, and then went to the sink to brush his teeth.
“I thought you had changed your mind,” Jaehwa said carefully.
Yoochun spit in the sink and rinsed his mouth out. “Your best friend said for me to get out of your ass and get to breakfast, so I had to tell him that I like being in your ass and to have Changmin for breakfast.”
Jaehwa laughed. “Why do I love that kid so much?”
“That is something I have never understood,” Yoochun said and pulled the curtain back to climb in the shower.
Jaehwa was tense, as Yoochun knew she would be. She kept her back to him as she lathered her hair with his conditioner.
“I wanted to wash your hair,” he said with a pout and put his arms around her waist. Half of his body was hot from the water and the other half cold.
“You shouldn’t have taken the time to flirt with Junsu then.”
Yoochun laughed and pressed a kiss to her neck. He moved her from the shower spray and ducked under it to wet his head. Slick fingers trailed over his nipples. He gasped and grabbed Jaehwa’s wrists. Their eyes met and she smiled and he hugged her tightly and kissed her under the shower spray.
“I haven’t told you I love you yet today,” Yoochun said.
“You’re slacking.”
“I am. I love you.”
“I love you,” she replied.
“Can we have a serious talk without you thinking that I’m breaking up with you?”
Her body froze. “Probably not.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed her shoulder and then her neck again. “Junsu and I have been talking behind your back, and we both really want you to get a new therapist.”
“I know.”
“He isn’t helping you, love. He’s like … he’s like your family, where he thinks you’re just cross-dressing.”
“What if I am just cross-dressing though?”
Yoochun pulled away from her and gave her a look. “Really?”
She looked away and pushed by him. He moved so she could rinse out her hair and he grabbed his shampoo. Half way through scrubbing, her hands took over, and he leaned his head back with a sigh.
“I love you, Jaehwa, I really do. Every time I think I can’t love you more, I hope that I can, because then I’ll love you more and more. That makes more sense in my head, but you get it, right?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “I get it.”
Yoochun turned around and ignored the soap dripping down his face. He cupped her cheeks with his hands and said, “I will always love you and always support you in whatever you decide to do. I want to go smack your therapist, because you doubt yourself because of him. He isn’t helping you, my love. He isn’t.”
Her eyes shut and tears mingled with the water. Yoochun shut his eyes and ducked under the water again. She stood to the side, arms crossed. Sometime in the last month, she’d moved into his bathroom. There was a pink loufa and body wash that smelled like peaches, a pink razor and another scrubby thing and something that looked like it could have been a sex toy, but Jaehwa said she used it on her feet. And if his memory served him, there were lotions and stuff in his bathroom drawers.
Yoochun took the loufa and filled it with body wash. Jaehwa tensed at the first touch and then relaxed as Yoochun washed her body. He started at her shoulders and arms, then went across her chest and down her stomach. Her breathing sped up, but Yoochun wasn’t going to risk it again and he bypassed the middle of her body and washed her legs. He stayed on his knees, watering pounding over him. He ran his hands up her skin, washing the soap away, and then followed with his lips, over the curve of her ass and to her hips. He bit down and sucked. Jaehwa grabbed his shoulders with a whimper, knees buckling. Yoochun smiled and kissed higher, and around, not quite at the bend of her hip. Not that close. Biting, he used her body and the wall to pepper her skin in more red marks.
“Chunnie-ah.”
“Hmm?” he asked against her collarbone. He used his grip on her hips to pull their bodies together.
She tilted her head back into the stream of water, mouth open as Yoochun sucked a mark on her shoulder. She jerked forward with a cry, sliding against him, smooth skin slick on the edge of his cock.
“I think we need to go back to bed,” Jaehwa said.
“You are so smart,” Yoochun said.
They hastily rinsed off. Jaehwa climbed out of the shower first and reached for a towel. Yoochun grabbed his robe from the hook and draped it over her shoulders. “Go. I’ll dry off on the way.”
Jaehwa laughed and spun in his arms. He slipped his hands into the robe and moaned, pulling their bodies together again. They staggered through his apartment, unwilling to let go of the other. Eventually, they made it to the bed. Yoochun fell to the bed, crawling up to the pillows. But Jaehwa didn’t follow. He looked back, and saw her with her phone in her hands. She smiled and typed something into it and then tossed the phone onto the floor.
“What was that?” Yoochun asked as she crawled over him, his blue robe open and teasing his eyes.
“Just told Junsu that we’d have to meet him for dinner.”
Yoochun laughed and grabbed around her middle. He pulled her against her body and their lips met. She moaned into the kiss and rolled to the side. Yoochun easily followed, throwing a leg over her thighs. His hand curled under the robe, around her waist.
“My hair is going to look like crap if I don’t dry it first,” she said against his lips.
“Then I guess we’ll have to get in the shower again. Should I make you sweaty and sticky enough to rationalize another?”
“Yes, please.”
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“Chunnie, I have to go back to work,” Jaehwa said, trying not to laugh as Yoochun trailed his lips whisper-soft down her neck.
“I got a job for you,” he muttered.
“I have the same job for you,” she said back.
Yoochun laughed and tried to kiss her lips. She leaned away from him, laughing at his pout, and then kissed him deeply, arms around his neck.
Junsu made a disgusted noise from across the café.
“You don’t have to go,” Yoochun said, pulling her closer by her hips. His hands slid under her skirt, fingers touching the top of her tights. “There aren’t any customers.”
“Oh my god, seriously. Are you sixteen?” Junsu said. “Get a leash on your pet, Jaehwa.”
“He likes that,” Jae said back.
“Oh, god, do I like that,” Yoochun said, fingers going higher up. Jaehwa’s breath sped up, body shivering.
Junsu sat across from them and said, “Then I guess you leave me no choice.”
“In what?” Jaehwa asked, voice breathy.
“You haven’t told him yet, so I’m going to tell him.”
Jaehwa pushed Yoochun away. “Don’t you dare.”
“Tell me what?” Yoochun said, still trying to kiss her skin. Her shirt had slipped down, revealing a collarbone.
“Don’t, Junsu.”
Yoochun waited a few seconds as she grew more and more tense. He cupped her face and made her look at him. “My love?”
Her eyes shut with a sigh. “I have a new therapist.”
“Thank god!” Yoochun said and flung his hands in the air.
“And …” Junsu prompted.
“And what?” Yoochun asked.
“She wants to meet you.”
“Okay. Good.”
“Huh?” Jaehwa said, confused.
“Let’s go. Right now? When is your next appointment?”
“You want to come with me?”
“Of course I want to come with you, why would I not want to come with you?”
Jaehwa blushed and looked away, so Yoochun looked to Junsu for an explanation. He waved his hand and said, “You know Jaehwa. All insecure and shit when she shouldn’t be.”
Yoochun nodded. “You said, she. Your new therapist is a woman.”
Jaehwa nodded.
“Even better,” Junsu said. “Her name is Doctor Lee. She’s Korean, but she studied in America, which is where she got her degree and her experience. She specializes in sexual therapy.”
“Perfect,” Yoochun said and put his arm around Jaehwa’s shoulders.
A customer entered the store, and Junsu stood up to help them.
Jaehwa leaned into his arms.
“Why were you afraid to tell me?”
Jaehwa shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t … I … She’s different, and she’s … she’s so nice. I was worried it wouldn’t work out, so I was waiting to tell you until I knew for certain that I’d be seeing her for a while.”
“How long have you been seeing her?”
“I’ve only met with her twice, but she … she … I really like her. She doesn’t ask me how Jaejoong is feeling.”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide. “That other guy … what … Jaehwa!”
She smiled softly and turned her head to bury more into his chest. “I know. I know. I’m meeting with Doctor Lee again tomorrow, but you’ll have to miss your Management class if you want to come with me.”
Yoochun kissed the top of her head, arms tightening. “Missing one class won’t kill me. I’ll be there. I love you so much.”
“Promise?” she whispered, tilting her head up.
“I promise.” Their lips met just as the door jingled again, and a group of rowdy teenagers came in. Jaehwa sighed and Yoochun let her go. She slipped out of the booth and headed to the front. Yoochun sipped on his now-cold latte and smiled, watching her greet the customers. The guys in the group tried to act cool and manly in front of her.
This was a great step for his girl. She needed to talk to someone just like this Doctor Lee. Someone else that accepted her for who she was. Maybe with this new therapist, Jaehwa would learn not to hate herself, and not be so afraid of taking that last step toward truly becoming who she was inside.
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Part 12: The Meeting
Part 10: The Reset
Part 9: The Suuport | Part 8: The Situation | Part 7: The Promise | Part 6: The Conflict | Part 5: The Setback | Part 4: The Date | Part 3: The Wait | Part 2: The Talk | Part 1: The Secret
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