Keep Me Safe 3/3 (plus a tiny epilogue)
Title: Keep Me Safe 3/3
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong, implied!Yunho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to own or protect.
Summary: I find Micky broken and bruised in the back of my car, and all I care about is keeping him safe from the masters who abused him.
Warnings: implied Underage!Smut, implied!abuse, implied!pedophilia, implied!bondage, implied!slavery.
Micky is 10 years old in this fic. All sex with him is only implied, and it is in the past. None of it happens in this story.
Day 3:
Warnings: implied Underage!Smut, abuse, pedophilia, bondage, slavery.
Micky is full of smiles all morning and I let him help me crack eggs in a pan for breakfast and fish out a few shells while he’s not looking. Changmin helps him get dressed and brush his teeth. His hair is long enough for a short ponytail, and he arches and smiles while I brush it.
“Where do Yunho and Junsu work?” Micky asks.
I freeze for a second, and then reply, “They work in a place where they help people.”
“What kind of people?”
“All kinds of people. They’re police officers.”
“Oh,” Micky looks pensive. “Does that mean they are cops?”
Changmin and I look at each other, both at a loss. Finally, I say, “Yes, they are.”
“Oh. But they’re your friends, right?”
“Yes.”
“So they can’t be bad, right?”
“No, they aren’t bad. Cops help people.”
“My masters always said that cops are mean.”
“I know. But your masters said that because they didn’t want you to go to the cops.”
“Because they were bad people, right, hyung?”
“Right.”
“Oh.” He takes a deep breath. “Am I a bad person?”
“What, no way!” I say and turn him around so I can hug him. “What they did to you was wrong, but you didn’t know it was wrong. And even if you did know it was wrong, they would still be the bad people because they forced you.”
Micky hugs me tightly. “I’m glad you’re not a bad person, hyung.”
I shut my eyes and nod. “No one should be treated like you were treated.”
“Lots of kids are.”
“I know. Yunho and Junsu are trying to stop it from happening. But they need your help.”
“Why?”
I lean away and touch his cheek. “Because you were there, and they need to know the names of your masters so they can stop them from doing this to other kids.”
Micky bites his lower lip and whispers, “But I’ll get in trouble.”
“No, you won’t. I won’t let you get in trouble.”
My phone rings and I answer it after seeing that it’s Yunho’s number.
“Hey, Jaejoong. We’re sending a car to you. One of the patrols says there are three guys down your street, well dressed and no reason to be in your neighborhood.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. Are you ready to go?”
“Yes, we are.”
“Okay, driver’s name is TOP. He’s got blond hair and he’s a pretty big guy that always looks pissed at the world. His partner is Dragon, who you’ll recognize by the tattoo on his shoulder. He’ll show you a badge.”
“Okay. Thanks, Yunho.”
“Don’t leave the building without them. Wait until he comes and knocks on your door and escorts you. We have a very valuable witness with you.”
“I understand.”
“We have everything set up and waiting. They should be there in a couple minutes.”
I nod, sigh and end the call.
Changmin sits next to me and Micky is more or less draped over our laps. As I tell them about Yunho’s call, I lean into Changmin’s shoulder and he kisses my head.
Micky giggles.
“What?” I ask, opening an eye.
“I like watching you kiss.”
“Why?” Changmin asks, but I frown.
“Because you both like it a lot, and that makes it better.”
I look at Changmin and smile and I don’t protest when he presses a kiss to my mouth.
Micky laughs again and says, “Oh my god, you two are so cute.”
Changmin sticks his tongue out at Micky, and he laughs harder.
Someone knocks on the door and we all freeze. Changmin stands up, and I put my arms around Micky just in case. He checks the peep hole and says, “Who is it?”
A muffled voice replies, “TOP and Dragon.”
I stand up and nod to Changmin. He cracks the door open and looks at the badge, and then opens it wider.
The two officers come in and they are just as Yunho described them with TOP much taller and wider than the skinnier Dragon. He has a very intricate tattoo on his shoulder and TOP’s hair is blond.
Dragon smiles at Micky. “Hey, kid. Are you ready to go?”
Micky swallows nervously and looks at me. I nod, and then he nods and says, “Yes.”
I stand up and let Micky cling to my hand. We all head out of the apartment and down the stairs. Their car is parked in the No Parking Zone. The three of us climb in the back with Micky between us, and he’s shaking slightly.
“It’s okay,” I tell him.
Changmin looks at me and says, “Someone needs to tell you that, too. It’s okay. He’ll be okay.”
I nod, still worried. Changmin’s fingers trail over my neck.
The trip to the station seems longer than it really is. Micky starts shaking when TOP stops the car and announces that we are there, and then he looks out the window and sees Yunho and Junsu and he smiles widely.
“Can we get out now?” he asks.
Changmin laughs and climbs out of the car and I climb out the other side. Micky scrambles across the short distance between them and shouts, “Junsu-hyung.”
Junsu picks him up and lets the boy cling to his back and kiss his cheek. “Hey, Micky. How are you doing today?”
“I’m good.”
“Nothing scary?”
“Nope! Changmin and Jaejoong kiss a lot though. They like each other so much their hearts explode.”
Yunho smirks at me and Junsu laughs and I look away and blush.
Changmin laughs and rubs Micky’s hair. “You weren’t supposed to tell them that.”
“That’s okay,” Yunho says. “We already knew that anyway.”
Yunho and Junsu lead the way into the station and lots of people say hi to them and look over at us. I see Micky curling in on himself. Junsu must feel the tension because he says, “It’s okay, Micky. No one here will hurt you. And you don’t have to talk to all these people.”
Micky nods, but he still looks terrified.
We all enter a room and Junsu puts Micky down. He immediately comes to me and hides, burying his face in my side. There is a woman in the room, sitting in a chair. She is beautiful with long black hair. She’s wearing pants and pretty green shirt.
“Hi Micky.”
Micky peeks from behind me and mutters hello.
The woman stands up and bows and Yunho introduces her as Sooyoung. She gestures toward three chairs and asks us to sit.
Yunho and Junsu head for the door.
“Junsu hyung?” Micky says. “Are you leaving?”
“We’ll be back.”
“Don’t go, please.”
Junsu looks at Yunho and Yunho nods. “Okay,” Junsu says. “I won’t go.”
I sit in a chair and Micky climbs in my lap.
Sooyoung frowns at us, but says nothing. Changmin holds my hand and Junsu sits close enough that Micky can hold his hand.
“He forms attachments quickly,” Sooyoung says. “That’s unusual.”
“And irrelevant,” Junsu says.
“Right, sorry. Micky, Junsu says he asked you some questions last night.”
Micky swallows and nods. “Did I answer them wrong?”
“No, you did just fine. Can you tell me some more about where you used to live?”
“Like what?”
Sooyoung tilts her head, smiles and says, “Tell me what’s different about where you used to live and staying with Jaejoong.”
I stiffen and I notice Junsu frowning, but he says nothing.
Micky sits up and smiles. “I like it a lot more at Jaejoong-hyung’s house.”
“Why is that?”
“Because he doesn’t hurt me.”
“What doesn’t he do that your masters did do to you?”
Micky sucks his lower lip into his mouth and his arms wrap around himself. “He doesn’t hit me, not at all. And … and he doesn’t pee on me or … He doesn’t let me suck on his dick either. He says I’m not supposed to do that to anyone. And he hasn’t had sex with me. I haven’t had sex in two days. That is so weird.”
Sooyoung smiles, but before she can ask another question, Micky says, “Oh and Jaejoong-hyung lets me eat real food and not just come.”
I make a face and I see it mirrored on Changmin’s, but the two others keep their faces blank.
“You like staying with Jaejoong?”
Micky nods. “So much. He’s so nice to me. And Changmin-hyung too.”
“Can you tell me some of the other things your masters did to you?”
“Like what?”
“What was a normal day like for you? What’s the first thing you did in the morning?”
Micky bites his lip and rubs his arm. The bruises are fading, but still there. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“On who my master was.”
“Tell me about your last master.”
“Master made me bend over so he could fuck me every morning. And then he’d make me eat his come and then-“
I shut my eyes and Changmin squeezes my hand. I don’t want to listen to this, but Micky is still talking and rambling and going on and on about being hit for the smallest infractions, being passed from one man to another and being spanked and played with for hours and hours, tied up and gagged and tortured with things he didn’t even know the names of.
When he ends with a very quiet, “Master liked to hear me scream,” a tear falls from my eye and I tighten my hold around Micky’s stomach.
Everything is quiet and then Micky says, “Junsu-hyung?”
“What?”
“Are you really a cop?”
“Yes, I am.”
“And Yunho-hyung, too?”
“Yes.”
“Hyung says you don’t hurt people, that you help people.”
“We do. That’s what cops are for. To help people.”
“Hyung says that if I tell you my masters’ names that you can stop them from being bad to other kids.”
“It will definitely help.”
Micky looks at me and I smile at him. His lips thin and he nods once and says, “My last master’s name was Lee Sooman.”
My eyes widen, so do Junsu’s. There are a lot of Lee Sooman’s in Korean, but we both are thinking of the entertainment mogul.
“And my other masters were Han Seunghyun, and someone named Choi, but I can’t remember his first name, I just called him Master Choi, and Lee Sungmin and Park Youngsaeng. But that’s all I remember.”
Junsu smiles at him after recovering from his shock. “Thank you, Micky. That will really help us a lot.”
“Can we go home now?”
“We need to have a doctor look at you, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. And he won’t have sex with me?”
“No, Micky. He won’t.”
“Can Jaejoong-hyung stay with me?”
“Yes, he can.”
I smile reassuringly down at Micky, even though my insides are twisting and I want to do nothing more than wish the last two days away.
Junsu leads us to another room. This one has a table and cabinets and a sink. It actually looks like a doctor’s office. There is a man there. He is wearing black pants and button up shirt. The only thing that says he’s the doctor is the stethoscope around his neck. He smiles widely and says, “Hey there. I’m Doctor Lee.”
Micky swallows, and his hand tightens around mine.
Junsu notices his apprehension and says, “You can call him Donghae.”
“Can I really?”
“Yes,” Donghae says. “That’s okay.”
Micky smiles at me.
“Sit right up here,” Donghae says and pats the padded table top. “I’m going to check your eyes and your ears and your heart and your nose and your mouth and well … pretty much everything.”
Micky swallows nervously, but nods. Donghae asks him about his favorite things and Micky talks about the books Changmin bought him and the animals Junsu showed him. Micky laughs and laughs when Donghae checks his reflexes on his knee and his leg jerks up.
“Can you take off your shirt for me?”
Micky freezes.
“It’s so I can examine your lungs and your heart. Do you know what lungs are?”
Micky shakes his head. And Donghae moves a model of the upper human body over to Micky and tells him about all the different parts in his body. After he’s done, Micky is less nervous and takes his shirt off.
Donghae frowns. “Quite a bit of bruising. Do your ribs hurt at all?”
“No, Donghae-hyung. They did a couple days ago, but they’re okay now.”
“Good.”
“This might be cold,” Donghae says. He puts the stethoscope against Micky’s chest and tells him to breathe in and out, and then listens to his heart, front and back.
“I need to check the rest of you,” Donghae said and taps his leg. “Will you take the rest of your clothes off?”
Micky’s eyes find mine and I nod. “It’s okay. He’s not going to hurt you.”
“Do you want some privacy?” Donghae asks and holds up a hospital gown.
Micky rolls his eyes and says, “No. It’s not like I haven’t been naked in a room full of men before. It’s actually weird to have clothes on.”
Anger rises in me as Micky unbuttons his pants.
Donghae doesn’t watch, but turns to us and explains the next step in examining him. Making sure certain muscles and organs haven’t been affected by the way he was treated. Depending on what he finds, he may want Micky to go to a hospital for an ultrasound and an MRI. Any evidence of abuse can really help their case, but one trauma at a time.
Micky rolls on his stomach when Donghae says to, and Donghae lightly pushes against his lower back asking if anything hurts.
Micky shakes his head and then says, “Only the bruises.”
“But nothing deep inside.”
“Nope.”
“And when you pee, it doesn’t hurt or sting?”
“Nope.”
“Good. That’s good. This part might be a little weird, okay? But I’m not going to hurt you.”
I lean against Changmin when Donghae presses a finger inside Micky’s body. Donghae mutters the entire time about what he’s feeling and asking if anything hurts.
“Fingers never hurt,” Micky says. He looks more than comfortable, laying his face on his hands, arms bent, hips raised a little bit.
Donghae does not look comfortable at all, and I don’t blame him. Doctor or not, this nonchalance shown from a kid having a finger in his ass is disconcerting.
Donghae pulls his finger away and throws the glove in the biomedical trash. “Well, there’s a lot of scar tissue, but everything else seems more or less normal. Put your clothes back on, Micky. I need to talk to Junsu outside.”
“Okay. Thanks for being nice, Donghae-hyung.”
Donghae smiles and ruffles Micky’s hair. He and Junsu leave the room for a minute and I shut my eyes, listening to Micky get dressed. As soon as he is through, he climbs up in my lap and kisses my cheek.
“You look sad, hyung.”
I smile and hug him. “Just really upset over what happened to you.”
“Oh. I’m okay. Donghae said so.”
“Yeah, I know.”
The door opens and Junsu returns followed by Sooyoung. She smiles at Micky and says, “I want you to come and talk to me again, okay?”
Micky swallows nervously. He had been doing that a lot lately.
“Just for a few minutes. Junsu and Yunho need to talk to your hyungs alone, okay?”
“I have to go by myself with you?”
I stiffen and Changmin squeezes my hand.
“Just for a few minutes, okay?”
Micky looks at me.
“It’s okay,” I say, even though I don’t want him out of my sight.
We all leave the makeshift doctor’s office and go back to the first room. Changmin and I stay outside with Junsu and I smile at Micky just before the door shuts. Junsu motions us to a room next to it, and we go in and we can hear the questions she asks.
“Have you ever gone to school?”
“No. Jaejoong-hyung already told me about school. It sounds like fun.”
“It can be. What about to the grocery store?”
“What’s a grocery store?”
“It’s where you can buy food.”
“Oh, no. I’ve never been there. This is the first time I’ve really been anywhere. Usually, I’m not let out of the car.”
“You’ve been staying with Jaejoong and Changmin for two days, right?”
“Right.”
“Do they live together?”
Changmin and I frown at the tone in her question. Junsu sighs and shakes his head.
“Live like in the same place? I don’t think so. Changmin is always over at Jaejoong’s house, but he said yesterday that he has his own apartment. But he likes being at Jaejoong’s. They’re really nice to each other.”
“Do they kiss?”
Junsu growls and moves around us and out the door. Micky answers the question and then a moment later, Junsu’s voice says, “Sooyoung, thanks. Micky, come on. We’re all done here.”
“But Junsu-“
“I agreed to let you ask him questions about himself. Not who he’s staying with.”
“I think it’s relevant.”
“Yunho and I don’t.”
“Of course you don’t. You wouldn’t.”
Junsu says nothing else and then a moment later, our door opens again and Micky comes right to me. I pick him up and he buries his face in my neck and asks if we can go home now.
I nod. “Yeah. We’re going home now.”
“I’ll have TOP and Dragon drive you back to your apartment,” Junsu says. “Yunho is working on gathering up photos of people whose names match those that Micky said. We need him to pick them out, but it won’t be until tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“Take care of your hyungs,” Junsu says and ruffles Micky’s hair again. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Did I do good, Junsu-hyung?”
“Yes, dongsaeng. You did very well.”
“Good.”
Micky clings to my neck and I carry him from the station. TOP and Dragon are waiting for us outside. We all climb in and halfway home I ask, “Can we stop at the store? I need groceries. I can’t really afford to eat out every day.”
TOP and Dragon agree and Dragon calls in to the station that we are stopping at a store.
“This is a grocery store,” I tell Micky. “We’re going to buy food. Keep a hold of my hand and don’t run off, okay?”
He nods.
To speed things up, I tell Changmin a list of things I know I need and he goes off by himself. I head to produce, because there’s a difference between buying something in a box and buying something fresh, and I don’t trust Changmin to pick out the right things.
Dragon and TOP trail us, looking every inch the bodyguards they are.
Micky has a lot of questions about fruits and vegetables and what I’m buying and I do my best to explain everything to him. He is so smart and never asks the same question twice. He learns fast and is more than eager. It takes about twice as long as I normally would because I’m explaining things to him, like the differences in flavor between purple onions and white onions.
When I have all the produce I need, I head to the meat counter.
Micky’s hand suddenly tightens in mine and I look up and stop. There are two men in suits talking to Changmin, and I quickly slip into an aisle and out of sight.
Micky is shaking hard and I pick him up and hug him tightly and whisper at him that they won’t see us. Dragon and TOP stay at the front of the aisle, watching Changmin.
“Do you know who they are?” I whisper, and Micky nods.
“What are their names?”
“Eunhyuk and Yesung. They’re friends with my last master.”
I see Dragon write that down, and then TOP motions toward Changmin and a moment later, he’s with us. Dragon slips away, probably to follow the men out the door.
“What did they say to you?” TOP asks.
Changmin looks shaken and he replies, “They said that they though Micky was dead when they threw him in Jaejoong's car. And that now that he's not dead, their boss doesn’t want Micky back, just wants the money for him. Seems like Micky is worth about two hundred million won.”
“They didn’t say who their boss was?”
“No.”
“So two hundred million won. Did they give you a date?”
“Yeah. Tomorrow. By noon.”
“And if they don’t have it?”
“They’ll take him back.”
Micky whimpers against my neck and I hug him tightly.
“Don’t worry, kid,” TOP says. “We won’t let them take you.”
Dragon returns. “They got in a black car, waved at me and left. The license plate isn’t in the system.”
“Can we please go?” Micky asks, shivering.
“Yeah,” TOP says. “Let’s go.”
I need more groceries than this, but they herd us through the checkout. While driving the rest of the way, Dragon asks for additional officers to stake out my apartment building.
My cell phone rings and Yunho’s number flashes up.
“Hey Jaejoong. Look, this is getting a little dangerous, and I’d rather be prepared than not. You and Changmin pack up some bags and come and stay with Junsu and me for a little while. Okay?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
“I’ll call your employers, and explain the situation to them. I don’t want you guys outside unless you have to be.”
“Okay.”
“Junsu will be at the apartment to let you guys in.”
I end the call and tell Changmin what’s up. He shuts his eyes with a sigh and nods.
“God, what I do for you,” he mutters and kisses my cheek.
I smile and whisper that I love him. He grunts and tightens his arm around my shoulder.
It takes only a few minutes to pack up the things I need for a week’s stay. And then Changmin gives Dragon a list of things at his apartment, as well as his key to get things for him later. He says he doesn’t need to go with because he’s not nearly as picky as I am. I punch his shoulder for that one.
Junsu is waiting for us outside of a really nice apartment building. There is a doorman and a lock and everything. I immediately feel for secure when we walk into the lobby. Junsu introduces us to the doorman, and then leads us to the elevator.
Junsu looks at Micky and smiles. “You okay, kid?”
Micky nods. “Just scared.”
“Yeah, so are we. But we won’t let them take you back okay?”
Micky nods again. “Can I … I’m really tired.”
“Do you want to take a nap?” I ask.
“Please.”
Junsu leads us down a hall and explains, “We only have a two bedroom, but Yunho and I don’t mind sharing a bed.”
“I bet not,” TOP mutters and earns a glare from Junsu.
“We don’t either,” Changmin says to Junsu with a smirk.
“I didn’t think you would. What about Micky?”
“He’s spent the last two nights sleeping with us,” I reply.
Junsu frowns, but nods. “I guess that’s okay, though Sooyoung would disagree.”
He swipes a card in the slot by the door and it turns green, allowing him to enter. The hall is basic, with a shoe closet and a table that is piled high with mail and other things. We take our shoes off and Junsu leads us through a hallway, pointing out a half bath and then we enter the main area. The kitchen and living room are connected, separated by a table set for four people. The decorations are utilitarian, not much of a surprise from two cops. Everything is pretty clean, though there are some sweaters hanging on the back of chairs, and dishes in the sink. The kitchen is a good size, easy for me to cook in.
Dragon and TOP put our groceries on the counter and then they say they’ll keep in touch and they leave.
Junsu shows us to our room. It’s more obviously a guest room rather than one that gets used every night. The bed is a queen, larger than mine, with blue linens. There is a walk-in closet and a small table. Changmin puts my bag down on the table.
I carefully put Micky on the bed. He’s shaking a little but crawls under the covers. I press a kiss to his forehead. He clings to my arm, unwilling to let me go.
“Stay, please, please don’t leave me.”
Junsu frowns and I smile at him softly. I climb onto the bed, over the covers and let him curl up around my lap.
Changmin and Junsu exchange a look and I shoo them away. They leave the door open just a little and in the silence I start singing a song that I remember my mom singing to me.
Micky sighs and relaxes, white fingers releasing their grip on the blanket.
My eyes shut and after only a few minutes, I trail off in the middle of the song, body too tired to do anything but sleep.
I wake up when Micky screams, and his hands push into my stomach. My eyes fly open and he’s looking at me, gasping, and then crying and falling into me.
I soothe him with quiet words and rub his back. Changmin appears in the doorway, concerned and climbs into the bed with us, holding Micky from the other side.
“Sorry, hyungs. Nightmare.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “It’s almost dinner time. Do you want to help me cook?”
He lifts his tear stained face and rubs his nose with his hand. “Yeah.”
“Come on.” I wipe his cheeks. “No more tears today, okay?”
“Okay.”
We make dokkbokki with tofu and I let him measure the rice and water for the rice cooker. I show him how to measure the ingredients for the kochujang sauce, and he spills a little oil and then some sugar, wincing like I’m going to hit him. But I just tell him to clean it up.
Junsu and Yunho arrive home and Micky smiles so widely at them and laughs when Yunho picks him up and ruffles his hair.
“Thanks for letting us come to your house, hyung. I like it here.”
“So do we. What did you do today?”
“I took a nap with Jaejoong-hyung and we cooked dokkbokki. Come on. It’s so spicy and good.”
Junsu face blanches at the word spicy, but Yunho grins and leads them into the kitchen. Yunho and Junsu thank me for making dinner and we all sit down to eat.
Junsu coughs after the first bite.
Micky laughs. “It’s not that spicy.”
“I think Jaejoong is trying to kill us,” he says, drinking a glass of milk.
Micky laughs again.
After dinner, Changmin washes the dishes, and the rest of us go into the living room. Junsu has a whole collection of movies and lets Micky pick out one about robots to watch. He and Junsu squish into an arm chair, and I sit next to Yunho.
“You know,” he says with a smirk. “This movie is about two hours long.”
“Yeah.”
“And Junsu and I can watch Micky for two hours.”
“And?”
Yunho rolls his eyes. “Go get that man of yours out of the kitchen and into a bed. Sheesh.”
I smile and shake my head. “I’m not really in the mood.”
“I didn’t necessarily mean for that, but just … you know. You two time.”
I listen to the water run in the kitchen. “We’re not really … together. I don’t know. It’s confusing. We dated like four years ago, and then we stopped, and then we were friends, and then we were friends who slept together, and now we’re … friends that love each other. I don’t know.”
Yunho smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I know. Trust me. There are supplies for stuff in the drawer of the table in that room. Just go.”
I sigh and get up.
“Jaejoong-hyung?”
I smile at Micky. “I’m going to go lay back down for a little while. Yunho and Junsu will stay with you and watch the movie.”
Micky smiles at them and turns back to the TV.
I walk to the kitchen, grab Changmin’s arm and pull him with me.
“What the hell, hyung?”
“We’ve been given a babysitting reprieve,” I reply and shut the door to the bedroom. I open the drawer and smile at the box of condoms and lube. There’s also lotion in there and I take that out, toss it onto the bed and say, “You’re massaging my back.”
Changmin scoffs. “What?”
I pull my t-shirt over my head and kneel on the bed. “I’m stressed out. You’re massaging my back.”
I can picture him rolling his eyes, but he picks up the bottle of lotion. I settle in the middle of the bed, head on a pillow, arms wrapped around it. I jerk in surprise as cold liquid drops on my back.
“Fucker,” I mutter.
He laughs and straddles my ass. His hands spread the lotion around lightly, he adds more and then digs his fingers into my muscles. My eyes shut with a moan and I try to relax into his touches. He massages me for a long time, not complaining or talking.
“Magical hands, Changmin,” I mutter.
“Magical everything,” he replies and then lowers his hips and presses his erection against my ass.
Just like that, I go from being relaxed to horny. Moaning, I lift my hips and he leans over me, hands by my head, lips on my neck, brushing over the sensitive areas where neck meets shoulder. His thrusts are light and agonizing, pushing my throbbing erection into the bed.
“Roll over,” he growls.
I shiver in anticipation and do as he says. He sits back on his feet and as soon as he can, unbuttons my jeans. I lift my hips and he pulls them down along with my boxers. I curl my legs up so he can take them completely off. He unbuttons his jeans and pushes them and boxers down his thighs, freeing his erection.
I smile and then flip around, on my knees and elbows. I open my mouth and he whimpers just as my tongue touches the soft head and slips into the slit of his dick. His other hand tangles in my hair and he lets go of the base of his cock. I suck the head into my mouth, teasing the ridge with my lips for a moment. He gasps and his hips jerk forward. I gag from the suddenness of a cock in the back of my throat and glare up at him.
He smiles, unrepentant and slowly rocks forward, into my mouth and throat. I roll my eyes and let him, taking as much of him as I can. His hands and fingers run up and down my back and shoulders. I cup his balls and he yanks completely away with a gasp.
“Nope. None of that.”
“Gonna come already?” I ask and lick my lips.
Changmin moans, eyes shut and leans down for a kiss that I’m more than happy to give him. He presses back and I follow the direction, lying in the middle of the bed with my legs spread. His long fingers curl around my dick and stroke slow, pulling moans and whimpers from our kiss. He touches me only a little and then brings his hand up to his mouth.
“There’s lube in that same drawer,” I offer.
“There was lube and you grabbed the lotion? What is wrong with you?”
I smack his arm. “Not everything is about sex, dongsaeng.”
“Should be,” he mutters and leaves the bed to get the lube. While he’s up, he finishes undressing and then crawls over me, gorgeously naked. He covers his fingers with lube. I lift my legs, hands behind my knees. He licks his lips and then presses fingers inside me. He doesn’t bother with one at a time, two stretching me right away and I agree with him. It’s been at least a week since I last got laid. No time for patience.
“You know you’re beautiful right?” he asks as he adds more lube to his hand and rubs his dick.
I smile and reply, “Of course. You know you’re sexy, right?”
“Of course,” he returns.
The head of his erection breaches my body easily and we both moan. I shift my legs, adjusting as he presses completely inside me, eyes shut tight, mouths open. Our tongues meet and he thrusts lightly, pulling mewls and whimpers from my throat again. When his slick hand wraps around my dick, I lose control, cry out and bite down on the shoulder by my face. It only takes a few pumps of his hand and I’m coming all over our bodies. He speeds up, grunting from the muscles clenching around his cock.
Our lips meet again for only a moment, and then he breaks away, eyes shut tight, spasming through his release.
He falls on top of me.
“Fuck,” I mutter and try to push him off. His back is heaving with his breaths, and he ignores my attempts to push him away.
Laughing, he turns his head and puts all of his weight on me, stealing my breath.
I squirm and hit his shoulder and he moans my name, so low and desperate and just like that, we’re both ready for round two, and round two flows into three and after I add to the growing mess on his stomach and chest, I fall into him, and his arms wrap around me and everything is thankfully dark and quiet enough and I’m half asleep before Changmin whispers my name.
“What?” I mutter darkly into his chest.
His body rumbles with low laughter. He runs his hands through my sweaty hair and presses a kiss to my head. “I love you. But we’re dirty and we have to go shower.”
I huff and reply, “Fine. Ruin the perfect after-sex glow.” I push up, using his chest.
He lifts his arms above his head, smirking at me.
“What?”
“You’re so cute when you’re all sex-rumpled.” He pinches my cheek.
I yank my head away from him and smack his arm. “Hate you,” I mutter and try to climb off the bed. My lower body is sore and too well-fucked to actually move.
He comes up behind me and puts his arms around my waist to steady me. He kisses my shoulder and my cheek and my neck over and over until I’m laughing and turning around in his arms. Just like that, naked and covered in come, he leads me backwards and into the bathroom across the hall. We kiss while we shower, always touching, never apart.
Changmin washes my hair and I rub his body down with my girly smelling loufa that he complains about. I sigh and lean into him when he washes me and three fingers slip into my stretched body to clean me up. I shiver and we kiss again and again.
It’s so easy to whisper “I love you.”
He smiles and returns the endearment.
We’re both little more than jelly when we’re finally dry and dressed, and we stumble out into the main room, his arm around me.
“Not in the mood, huh?” Yunho says with a smirk.
Micky smiles widely at me and as soon as I’m sitting, he’s in my lap and hugging me tightly. I hug him back.
“You guys took forever,” Micky says. “Forever. Junsu-hyung says that’s because you’re both horny lovebirds.”
I blush and Changmin laughs and ruffles Micky’s hair. “Yep. That’s about it.”
Micky smiles and then looks at me closely. “Yunho-hyung says that it’s okay if you two have sex because you’re in love. But that we can’t do it with you, because we’re not in love with you. We like you, but not love.”
I meet Changmin’s gaze and he kisses my cheek. “He’s right. Yunho should keep his mouth shut, but he’s right.”
Junsu snorts. “You don’t really know how loud you scream when you’re getting fucked, do you, Jaejoong?”
I blush even harder.
Micky smiles and hugs me. “Changmin is lucky, because you’re so pretty.”
“Thanks, dongsaeng. Now what are we doing?”
“Yunho hyung said they have games to play here and we were just waiting for you two.”
“I think I’m too tired to play games right now.”
Micky frowns. “Oh. Okay. What about you, Changmin-hyung?”
“Yeah. I’ll play. We’ll let the princess relax.”
I lightly smack his arm, and Micky laughs and climbs off my lap and tugs on Changmin’s arm. I watch them argue over a board game and then let my eyes slip close.
I wake up only when I’m placed gently in a bed and Changmin kisses my lips softly. Another body presses against my side and I hum and say a sleepy hi to Micky and he kisses my cheek. The lights go out and the bed dips and I’m wrapped up in Changmin’s arms and warm and happy and asleep again.
The next day, we have breakfast and I let Micky cut up vegetables for omelets. He’s awed when I flip the omelet without a spatula, and I let him try with his omelet. As I expect, it ends up as a mess on the counter, but Micky laughs and scoops it up and eats it anyway.
We get ready to go, and Yunho and Junsu escort us to the police station. There is a prominent limp in Junsu’s step that has Changmin smirking and poking fun at the guy.
At the station, Yunho shows Micky a lot of pictures and he picks out three of his old masters definitely, but the other two he says were a long time ago and he can’t really remember what they look like. Yunho assures him that it’s okay, and that he’s done so well and helped them so much.
When they’re done, Junsu takes Micky around the station and explains to him what everything is for and people say hi to him.
Yunho smiles at me. “This is such a good break for us,” he says. “We have warrants ready for searches of their properties. Wow. Today is going to be fun. TOP and Dragon are going to escort you back to our place, and I want you guys to stay there until this case is more or less closed. Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” I say. “It’s nice of you to let your space as a safe house.”
Yunho smiles, and then he hands me some papers. “These are guardianship papers,” he explains. “Power of attorneys. Documents that if you sign them, you’ll be the official guardian of Micky. Both of your names are on it, but if just you’re willing, Jaejoong, then that’s okay, too. This is completely unorthodox, and we wouldn’t normally do it, but Micky is comfortable with you, and we want him to stay that way, just in case we need to ask him more questions or have him testify. Or if neither of you are willing, that’s okay. It is a lot to ask, we know, but we wanted to offer it to you first before we took custody of him.”
I swallow and look at Changmin. His eyes are wide, and then he smirks. “You told me you were on the pill, and now look, after one night of sex, I have a kid.”
I stare at him, and Yunho chuckles, and I huff and smack his arm. “Fucker.”
Changmin smiles and says sincerely, “I’ve been here with Jaejoong since he found Micky. I wouldn’t just abandon him now.”
“Well?”
“Is this permanent?” I ask.
Yunho shrugs. “If you want it to be. Right now the papers say for the duration of the case, which could be months or years, depending on appeals and evidence we gather. After that, you can petition for custody and have a child social worker that isn’t biased like Sooyoung talk to Micky, and then you can make it permanent.”
“Wow.”
I look at Changmin and he shrugs. “It’s your decision.”
“What if we don’t?”
“He’ll be placed in government custody.”
“Foster homes?”
“Yep.”
“Do I have to decide right now?”
“I wouldn’t expect you to sign it all without reading it. Just let me know tomorrow.”
I nod, eyes on the papers, not really seeing them.
Yunho leaves us alone, and I lean against Changmin’s shoulder. When my parents told me to have kids whether I was married or not, I don’t think they had this in mind.
“I need to call my mother,” I say.
“Yeah. You better.”
With a sigh, I stand up and head toward the exit. Changmin goes over to where Junsu and Micky are.
As soon as I’m outside, I light a cigarette and dial my mother’s number.
“JaeJae! How are you?”
“Um, hey, Mom. I have a problem. Or … something.”
“What’s wrong, dear?”
I start at the beginning and tell her everything about Micky and Changmin helping me and my feelings about Changmin, and then Yunho and Junsu and the papers to gain legal authority over the boy.
“You’re not playing with me, right, son? This isn’t a practical joke?”
“Omma, no.”
I light another cigarette and listen to her breathe.
“What have I always told you, since you were his age, ten years old and crushing after our cute neighbor?”
“Always follow your heart,” I mutter.
“Good. And what does your heart tell you to do right now?”
“Sign the papers.”
I can almost hear her smiling. “Then why are you calling me?”
“What would you have done if I just showed up with some ten year old kid?”
“Wondered who you got pregnant.”
“Exactly.”
His mom laughs. “Bring him down when you and Changmin get settled. I always did like that man.”
“Just because he loves your cooking.”
“Yeah.”
I end the call, and light another cigarette.
“You’re going to have to quit smoking those,” Changmin whispers. His arm snakes around my waist and I toss the cigarette away.
“Are you going to call your mother?” I ask and lean into his shoulder.
“Maybe after it’s finalized. She’ll scream and drive over here and forbid me to do it if I call her first.”
I shiver, remembering the last time I’d met Mrs. Shim. She was tiny but loud and had told anyone that would listen that I was her disgusting son’s disgusting boyfriend. “Good idea.”
He chuckles and then stands in front of me, blocking out anything but him. He meets my eyes and says, “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s kind of like when a gay couple gets a dog, but way more responsibility.”
“Yeah, I-I know, but twenty-six years old, and … I don’t know. It’s scary. Someone needs to take care of him, and what if he gets put with a family that doesn’t care?”
Changmin nods. “Between the money I get from the bookstore and your bar tending shifts, do you think we’ll have enough money for a new apartment? Two bedroom, because he can’t sleep with us forever, and in a better neighborhood where he can go to school?”
I clutch his shirt and sigh. “Why do you have to be so smart and think of everything?”
“I want it in writing that you think I’m smart.”
“Keep dreaming, dongsaeng.”
“Keep dreaming of you, and us.” He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to my lips.
“God, this is insane.”
“You’re insane. But I still love you.”
“Oh god, Minnie, I love you.” I wrap my arms around his stomach and press my face to his chest. “I’m sorry it took something like this to show me how much I love you, but at the same time, I’m glad. I don’t think I ever would have realized how important you are to me.”
His hands trail through my hair and he says, “Same here, hyung. So you want a kid, huh?’
I smile and nod. “Yeah. Micky … he’s pretty cool. I hope we can take care of him.”
“We will. I don’t want to inflate your ego or anything, but you’re great with your nieces and nephews, and kids seem to love you.”
I put my hand on his chest. “You don’t have to sign the papers.”
He smiles and says, “Just try and stop me.”
“Fucker,” I mutter and lean my head on his shoulder.
We stay that way until someone chuckles. We turn and see Junsu and Micky by the door.
“See,” Junsu says. “I told you they ran off to find somewhere to cuddle.”
Micky laughs behind his hand and runs over to us. Changmin picks him up and Micky smiles so widely when Changmin kisses his cheek.
Changmin smirks at me “Like I said, just try to stop me.”
I put my arms around them both and Micky’s arm wraps around my neck and we stand there until Junsu tells us to break up the love fest and get inside with his very important witness.
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Epilogue - Six months later -
“Do you like this apartment?” I ask Micky as the three of us walk around the empty space. It’s a two bedroom with two bathrooms and a huge kitchen and living space.
“Yes, it’s pretty.”
“I like the loft,” Changmin says and points up. There is a set of steep stairs that leads to nothing more than a small balcony. The design doesn’t make much sense to me.
“Maybe you can sleep up there then,” I reply.
Micky giggles. He stands in the middle of the living room arms spread and just smiles at nothing. He’s wearing his school uniform still. Changmin had picked him up right after school and brought him there to meet me. He spins once and then twice, sock slipping over the hardwood.
He’s grown so much over the last six months. After a few books and study sessions, Micky caught up with other kids his age. His brain soaks up knowledge faster than I can comprehend. The one master that taught him to read and write definitely saved him from being too far behind the other kids in his class.
At Yunho’s suggestion, we made a name up for him, choosing a common family name of Park and the name Yoochun, which meant plentiful, and I am reminded everyday of all the many things that Micky has brought us. The love and the smiles. He’s such a great boy, and growing up so fast and so well after the hell that his life used to be.
The case against his masters was easily prosecuted after Yunho and Junsu found countless child slaves and private documents during their searches. Five high profile business men went to prison, including Lee Sooman and two presidents of his smaller corporations.
We’ve gotten a lot of shit from teachers and other parents about two gay guys with a ten year old son, but they can’t deny us our rights after they realize who we are, and what Micky has been through.
I watch Changmin in the kitchen, turning on faucets, lips pursed, eyes looking for anything that is amiss. He’s been more than supportive. Part of me still can’t believe it, still can’t believe that Changmin loves me as much as I love him. He’s taking online classes and I’m taking regular college courses. We are always tired, always stressed out. And always happy. I know it’s worth it.
“What are you looking at, you creeper?” Changmin asks.
I laugh and twirl on the hardwood floor, sliding towards him. I put too much power into the finale and I crash into him. His strong arms catch me, wrap around me, hold me up. Just like they always do.
“I like this place a lot,” I say.
Micky nods. “Yep. This is a nice place. I like it, too. We should live here.”
I smile up at Changmin and he smiles back. He holds out his arm and Micky slides across the floor and joins our hug.
Sequel: Keep My Love
Day 2: Helped
Day 1: Found
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Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong, implied!Yunho/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to own or protect.
Summary: I find Micky broken and bruised in the back of my car, and all I care about is keeping him safe from the masters who abused him.
Warnings: implied Underage!Smut, implied!abuse, implied!pedophilia, implied!bondage, implied!slavery.
Micky is 10 years old in this fic. All sex with him is only implied, and it is in the past. None of it happens in this story.
Day 3:
Warnings: implied Underage!Smut, abuse, pedophilia, bondage, slavery.
Micky is full of smiles all morning and I let him help me crack eggs in a pan for breakfast and fish out a few shells while he’s not looking. Changmin helps him get dressed and brush his teeth. His hair is long enough for a short ponytail, and he arches and smiles while I brush it.
“Where do Yunho and Junsu work?” Micky asks.
I freeze for a second, and then reply, “They work in a place where they help people.”
“What kind of people?”
“All kinds of people. They’re police officers.”
“Oh,” Micky looks pensive. “Does that mean they are cops?”
Changmin and I look at each other, both at a loss. Finally, I say, “Yes, they are.”
“Oh. But they’re your friends, right?”
“Yes.”
“So they can’t be bad, right?”
“No, they aren’t bad. Cops help people.”
“My masters always said that cops are mean.”
“I know. But your masters said that because they didn’t want you to go to the cops.”
“Because they were bad people, right, hyung?”
“Right.”
“Oh.” He takes a deep breath. “Am I a bad person?”
“What, no way!” I say and turn him around so I can hug him. “What they did to you was wrong, but you didn’t know it was wrong. And even if you did know it was wrong, they would still be the bad people because they forced you.”
Micky hugs me tightly. “I’m glad you’re not a bad person, hyung.”
I shut my eyes and nod. “No one should be treated like you were treated.”
“Lots of kids are.”
“I know. Yunho and Junsu are trying to stop it from happening. But they need your help.”
“Why?”
I lean away and touch his cheek. “Because you were there, and they need to know the names of your masters so they can stop them from doing this to other kids.”
Micky bites his lower lip and whispers, “But I’ll get in trouble.”
“No, you won’t. I won’t let you get in trouble.”
My phone rings and I answer it after seeing that it’s Yunho’s number.
“Hey, Jaejoong. We’re sending a car to you. One of the patrols says there are three guys down your street, well dressed and no reason to be in your neighborhood.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. Are you ready to go?”
“Yes, we are.”
“Okay, driver’s name is TOP. He’s got blond hair and he’s a pretty big guy that always looks pissed at the world. His partner is Dragon, who you’ll recognize by the tattoo on his shoulder. He’ll show you a badge.”
“Okay. Thanks, Yunho.”
“Don’t leave the building without them. Wait until he comes and knocks on your door and escorts you. We have a very valuable witness with you.”
“I understand.”
“We have everything set up and waiting. They should be there in a couple minutes.”
I nod, sigh and end the call.
Changmin sits next to me and Micky is more or less draped over our laps. As I tell them about Yunho’s call, I lean into Changmin’s shoulder and he kisses my head.
Micky giggles.
“What?” I ask, opening an eye.
“I like watching you kiss.”
“Why?” Changmin asks, but I frown.
“Because you both like it a lot, and that makes it better.”
I look at Changmin and smile and I don’t protest when he presses a kiss to my mouth.
Micky laughs again and says, “Oh my god, you two are so cute.”
Changmin sticks his tongue out at Micky, and he laughs harder.
Someone knocks on the door and we all freeze. Changmin stands up, and I put my arms around Micky just in case. He checks the peep hole and says, “Who is it?”
A muffled voice replies, “TOP and Dragon.”
I stand up and nod to Changmin. He cracks the door open and looks at the badge, and then opens it wider.
The two officers come in and they are just as Yunho described them with TOP much taller and wider than the skinnier Dragon. He has a very intricate tattoo on his shoulder and TOP’s hair is blond.
Dragon smiles at Micky. “Hey, kid. Are you ready to go?”
Micky swallows nervously and looks at me. I nod, and then he nods and says, “Yes.”
I stand up and let Micky cling to my hand. We all head out of the apartment and down the stairs. Their car is parked in the No Parking Zone. The three of us climb in the back with Micky between us, and he’s shaking slightly.
“It’s okay,” I tell him.
Changmin looks at me and says, “Someone needs to tell you that, too. It’s okay. He’ll be okay.”
I nod, still worried. Changmin’s fingers trail over my neck.
The trip to the station seems longer than it really is. Micky starts shaking when TOP stops the car and announces that we are there, and then he looks out the window and sees Yunho and Junsu and he smiles widely.
“Can we get out now?” he asks.
Changmin laughs and climbs out of the car and I climb out the other side. Micky scrambles across the short distance between them and shouts, “Junsu-hyung.”
Junsu picks him up and lets the boy cling to his back and kiss his cheek. “Hey, Micky. How are you doing today?”
“I’m good.”
“Nothing scary?”
“Nope! Changmin and Jaejoong kiss a lot though. They like each other so much their hearts explode.”
Yunho smirks at me and Junsu laughs and I look away and blush.
Changmin laughs and rubs Micky’s hair. “You weren’t supposed to tell them that.”
“That’s okay,” Yunho says. “We already knew that anyway.”
Yunho and Junsu lead the way into the station and lots of people say hi to them and look over at us. I see Micky curling in on himself. Junsu must feel the tension because he says, “It’s okay, Micky. No one here will hurt you. And you don’t have to talk to all these people.”
Micky nods, but he still looks terrified.
We all enter a room and Junsu puts Micky down. He immediately comes to me and hides, burying his face in my side. There is a woman in the room, sitting in a chair. She is beautiful with long black hair. She’s wearing pants and pretty green shirt.
“Hi Micky.”
Micky peeks from behind me and mutters hello.
The woman stands up and bows and Yunho introduces her as Sooyoung. She gestures toward three chairs and asks us to sit.
Yunho and Junsu head for the door.
“Junsu hyung?” Micky says. “Are you leaving?”
“We’ll be back.”
“Don’t go, please.”
Junsu looks at Yunho and Yunho nods. “Okay,” Junsu says. “I won’t go.”
I sit in a chair and Micky climbs in my lap.
Sooyoung frowns at us, but says nothing. Changmin holds my hand and Junsu sits close enough that Micky can hold his hand.
“He forms attachments quickly,” Sooyoung says. “That’s unusual.”
“And irrelevant,” Junsu says.
“Right, sorry. Micky, Junsu says he asked you some questions last night.”
Micky swallows and nods. “Did I answer them wrong?”
“No, you did just fine. Can you tell me some more about where you used to live?”
“Like what?”
Sooyoung tilts her head, smiles and says, “Tell me what’s different about where you used to live and staying with Jaejoong.”
I stiffen and I notice Junsu frowning, but he says nothing.
Micky sits up and smiles. “I like it a lot more at Jaejoong-hyung’s house.”
“Why is that?”
“Because he doesn’t hurt me.”
“What doesn’t he do that your masters did do to you?”
Micky sucks his lower lip into his mouth and his arms wrap around himself. “He doesn’t hit me, not at all. And … and he doesn’t pee on me or … He doesn’t let me suck on his dick either. He says I’m not supposed to do that to anyone. And he hasn’t had sex with me. I haven’t had sex in two days. That is so weird.”
Sooyoung smiles, but before she can ask another question, Micky says, “Oh and Jaejoong-hyung lets me eat real food and not just come.”
I make a face and I see it mirrored on Changmin’s, but the two others keep their faces blank.
“You like staying with Jaejoong?”
Micky nods. “So much. He’s so nice to me. And Changmin-hyung too.”
“Can you tell me some of the other things your masters did to you?”
“Like what?”
“What was a normal day like for you? What’s the first thing you did in the morning?”
Micky bites his lip and rubs his arm. The bruises are fading, but still there. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“On who my master was.”
“Tell me about your last master.”
“Master made me bend over so he could fuck me every morning. And then he’d make me eat his come and then-“
I shut my eyes and Changmin squeezes my hand. I don’t want to listen to this, but Micky is still talking and rambling and going on and on about being hit for the smallest infractions, being passed from one man to another and being spanked and played with for hours and hours, tied up and gagged and tortured with things he didn’t even know the names of.
When he ends with a very quiet, “Master liked to hear me scream,” a tear falls from my eye and I tighten my hold around Micky’s stomach.
Everything is quiet and then Micky says, “Junsu-hyung?”
“What?”
“Are you really a cop?”
“Yes, I am.”
“And Yunho-hyung, too?”
“Yes.”
“Hyung says you don’t hurt people, that you help people.”
“We do. That’s what cops are for. To help people.”
“Hyung says that if I tell you my masters’ names that you can stop them from being bad to other kids.”
“It will definitely help.”
Micky looks at me and I smile at him. His lips thin and he nods once and says, “My last master’s name was Lee Sooman.”
My eyes widen, so do Junsu’s. There are a lot of Lee Sooman’s in Korean, but we both are thinking of the entertainment mogul.
“And my other masters were Han Seunghyun, and someone named Choi, but I can’t remember his first name, I just called him Master Choi, and Lee Sungmin and Park Youngsaeng. But that’s all I remember.”
Junsu smiles at him after recovering from his shock. “Thank you, Micky. That will really help us a lot.”
“Can we go home now?”
“We need to have a doctor look at you, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. And he won’t have sex with me?”
“No, Micky. He won’t.”
“Can Jaejoong-hyung stay with me?”
“Yes, he can.”
I smile reassuringly down at Micky, even though my insides are twisting and I want to do nothing more than wish the last two days away.
Junsu leads us to another room. This one has a table and cabinets and a sink. It actually looks like a doctor’s office. There is a man there. He is wearing black pants and button up shirt. The only thing that says he’s the doctor is the stethoscope around his neck. He smiles widely and says, “Hey there. I’m Doctor Lee.”
Micky swallows, and his hand tightens around mine.
Junsu notices his apprehension and says, “You can call him Donghae.”
“Can I really?”
“Yes,” Donghae says. “That’s okay.”
Micky smiles at me.
“Sit right up here,” Donghae says and pats the padded table top. “I’m going to check your eyes and your ears and your heart and your nose and your mouth and well … pretty much everything.”
Micky swallows nervously, but nods. Donghae asks him about his favorite things and Micky talks about the books Changmin bought him and the animals Junsu showed him. Micky laughs and laughs when Donghae checks his reflexes on his knee and his leg jerks up.
“Can you take off your shirt for me?”
Micky freezes.
“It’s so I can examine your lungs and your heart. Do you know what lungs are?”
Micky shakes his head. And Donghae moves a model of the upper human body over to Micky and tells him about all the different parts in his body. After he’s done, Micky is less nervous and takes his shirt off.
Donghae frowns. “Quite a bit of bruising. Do your ribs hurt at all?”
“No, Donghae-hyung. They did a couple days ago, but they’re okay now.”
“Good.”
“This might be cold,” Donghae says. He puts the stethoscope against Micky’s chest and tells him to breathe in and out, and then listens to his heart, front and back.
“I need to check the rest of you,” Donghae said and taps his leg. “Will you take the rest of your clothes off?”
Micky’s eyes find mine and I nod. “It’s okay. He’s not going to hurt you.”
“Do you want some privacy?” Donghae asks and holds up a hospital gown.
Micky rolls his eyes and says, “No. It’s not like I haven’t been naked in a room full of men before. It’s actually weird to have clothes on.”
Anger rises in me as Micky unbuttons his pants.
Donghae doesn’t watch, but turns to us and explains the next step in examining him. Making sure certain muscles and organs haven’t been affected by the way he was treated. Depending on what he finds, he may want Micky to go to a hospital for an ultrasound and an MRI. Any evidence of abuse can really help their case, but one trauma at a time.
Micky rolls on his stomach when Donghae says to, and Donghae lightly pushes against his lower back asking if anything hurts.
Micky shakes his head and then says, “Only the bruises.”
“But nothing deep inside.”
“Nope.”
“And when you pee, it doesn’t hurt or sting?”
“Nope.”
“Good. That’s good. This part might be a little weird, okay? But I’m not going to hurt you.”
I lean against Changmin when Donghae presses a finger inside Micky’s body. Donghae mutters the entire time about what he’s feeling and asking if anything hurts.
“Fingers never hurt,” Micky says. He looks more than comfortable, laying his face on his hands, arms bent, hips raised a little bit.
Donghae does not look comfortable at all, and I don’t blame him. Doctor or not, this nonchalance shown from a kid having a finger in his ass is disconcerting.
Donghae pulls his finger away and throws the glove in the biomedical trash. “Well, there’s a lot of scar tissue, but everything else seems more or less normal. Put your clothes back on, Micky. I need to talk to Junsu outside.”
“Okay. Thanks for being nice, Donghae-hyung.”
Donghae smiles and ruffles Micky’s hair. He and Junsu leave the room for a minute and I shut my eyes, listening to Micky get dressed. As soon as he is through, he climbs up in my lap and kisses my cheek.
“You look sad, hyung.”
I smile and hug him. “Just really upset over what happened to you.”
“Oh. I’m okay. Donghae said so.”
“Yeah, I know.”
The door opens and Junsu returns followed by Sooyoung. She smiles at Micky and says, “I want you to come and talk to me again, okay?”
Micky swallows nervously. He had been doing that a lot lately.
“Just for a few minutes. Junsu and Yunho need to talk to your hyungs alone, okay?”
“I have to go by myself with you?”
I stiffen and Changmin squeezes my hand.
“Just for a few minutes, okay?”
Micky looks at me.
“It’s okay,” I say, even though I don’t want him out of my sight.
We all leave the makeshift doctor’s office and go back to the first room. Changmin and I stay outside with Junsu and I smile at Micky just before the door shuts. Junsu motions us to a room next to it, and we go in and we can hear the questions she asks.
“Have you ever gone to school?”
“No. Jaejoong-hyung already told me about school. It sounds like fun.”
“It can be. What about to the grocery store?”
“What’s a grocery store?”
“It’s where you can buy food.”
“Oh, no. I’ve never been there. This is the first time I’ve really been anywhere. Usually, I’m not let out of the car.”
“You’ve been staying with Jaejoong and Changmin for two days, right?”
“Right.”
“Do they live together?”
Changmin and I frown at the tone in her question. Junsu sighs and shakes his head.
“Live like in the same place? I don’t think so. Changmin is always over at Jaejoong’s house, but he said yesterday that he has his own apartment. But he likes being at Jaejoong’s. They’re really nice to each other.”
“Do they kiss?”
Junsu growls and moves around us and out the door. Micky answers the question and then a moment later, Junsu’s voice says, “Sooyoung, thanks. Micky, come on. We’re all done here.”
“But Junsu-“
“I agreed to let you ask him questions about himself. Not who he’s staying with.”
“I think it’s relevant.”
“Yunho and I don’t.”
“Of course you don’t. You wouldn’t.”
Junsu says nothing else and then a moment later, our door opens again and Micky comes right to me. I pick him up and he buries his face in my neck and asks if we can go home now.
I nod. “Yeah. We’re going home now.”
“I’ll have TOP and Dragon drive you back to your apartment,” Junsu says. “Yunho is working on gathering up photos of people whose names match those that Micky said. We need him to pick them out, but it won’t be until tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“Take care of your hyungs,” Junsu says and ruffles Micky’s hair again. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Did I do good, Junsu-hyung?”
“Yes, dongsaeng. You did very well.”
“Good.”
Micky clings to my neck and I carry him from the station. TOP and Dragon are waiting for us outside. We all climb in and halfway home I ask, “Can we stop at the store? I need groceries. I can’t really afford to eat out every day.”
TOP and Dragon agree and Dragon calls in to the station that we are stopping at a store.
“This is a grocery store,” I tell Micky. “We’re going to buy food. Keep a hold of my hand and don’t run off, okay?”
He nods.
To speed things up, I tell Changmin a list of things I know I need and he goes off by himself. I head to produce, because there’s a difference between buying something in a box and buying something fresh, and I don’t trust Changmin to pick out the right things.
Dragon and TOP trail us, looking every inch the bodyguards they are.
Micky has a lot of questions about fruits and vegetables and what I’m buying and I do my best to explain everything to him. He is so smart and never asks the same question twice. He learns fast and is more than eager. It takes about twice as long as I normally would because I’m explaining things to him, like the differences in flavor between purple onions and white onions.
When I have all the produce I need, I head to the meat counter.
Micky’s hand suddenly tightens in mine and I look up and stop. There are two men in suits talking to Changmin, and I quickly slip into an aisle and out of sight.
Micky is shaking hard and I pick him up and hug him tightly and whisper at him that they won’t see us. Dragon and TOP stay at the front of the aisle, watching Changmin.
“Do you know who they are?” I whisper, and Micky nods.
“What are their names?”
“Eunhyuk and Yesung. They’re friends with my last master.”
I see Dragon write that down, and then TOP motions toward Changmin and a moment later, he’s with us. Dragon slips away, probably to follow the men out the door.
“What did they say to you?” TOP asks.
Changmin looks shaken and he replies, “They said that they though Micky was dead when they threw him in Jaejoong's car. And that now that he's not dead, their boss doesn’t want Micky back, just wants the money for him. Seems like Micky is worth about two hundred million won.”
“They didn’t say who their boss was?”
“No.”
“So two hundred million won. Did they give you a date?”
“Yeah. Tomorrow. By noon.”
“And if they don’t have it?”
“They’ll take him back.”
Micky whimpers against my neck and I hug him tightly.
“Don’t worry, kid,” TOP says. “We won’t let them take you.”
Dragon returns. “They got in a black car, waved at me and left. The license plate isn’t in the system.”
“Can we please go?” Micky asks, shivering.
“Yeah,” TOP says. “Let’s go.”
I need more groceries than this, but they herd us through the checkout. While driving the rest of the way, Dragon asks for additional officers to stake out my apartment building.
My cell phone rings and Yunho’s number flashes up.
“Hey Jaejoong. Look, this is getting a little dangerous, and I’d rather be prepared than not. You and Changmin pack up some bags and come and stay with Junsu and me for a little while. Okay?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
“I’ll call your employers, and explain the situation to them. I don’t want you guys outside unless you have to be.”
“Okay.”
“Junsu will be at the apartment to let you guys in.”
I end the call and tell Changmin what’s up. He shuts his eyes with a sigh and nods.
“God, what I do for you,” he mutters and kisses my cheek.
I smile and whisper that I love him. He grunts and tightens his arm around my shoulder.
It takes only a few minutes to pack up the things I need for a week’s stay. And then Changmin gives Dragon a list of things at his apartment, as well as his key to get things for him later. He says he doesn’t need to go with because he’s not nearly as picky as I am. I punch his shoulder for that one.
Junsu is waiting for us outside of a really nice apartment building. There is a doorman and a lock and everything. I immediately feel for secure when we walk into the lobby. Junsu introduces us to the doorman, and then leads us to the elevator.
Junsu looks at Micky and smiles. “You okay, kid?”
Micky nods. “Just scared.”
“Yeah, so are we. But we won’t let them take you back okay?”
Micky nods again. “Can I … I’m really tired.”
“Do you want to take a nap?” I ask.
“Please.”
Junsu leads us down a hall and explains, “We only have a two bedroom, but Yunho and I don’t mind sharing a bed.”
“I bet not,” TOP mutters and earns a glare from Junsu.
“We don’t either,” Changmin says to Junsu with a smirk.
“I didn’t think you would. What about Micky?”
“He’s spent the last two nights sleeping with us,” I reply.
Junsu frowns, but nods. “I guess that’s okay, though Sooyoung would disagree.”
He swipes a card in the slot by the door and it turns green, allowing him to enter. The hall is basic, with a shoe closet and a table that is piled high with mail and other things. We take our shoes off and Junsu leads us through a hallway, pointing out a half bath and then we enter the main area. The kitchen and living room are connected, separated by a table set for four people. The decorations are utilitarian, not much of a surprise from two cops. Everything is pretty clean, though there are some sweaters hanging on the back of chairs, and dishes in the sink. The kitchen is a good size, easy for me to cook in.
Dragon and TOP put our groceries on the counter and then they say they’ll keep in touch and they leave.
Junsu shows us to our room. It’s more obviously a guest room rather than one that gets used every night. The bed is a queen, larger than mine, with blue linens. There is a walk-in closet and a small table. Changmin puts my bag down on the table.
I carefully put Micky on the bed. He’s shaking a little but crawls under the covers. I press a kiss to his forehead. He clings to my arm, unwilling to let me go.
“Stay, please, please don’t leave me.”
Junsu frowns and I smile at him softly. I climb onto the bed, over the covers and let him curl up around my lap.
Changmin and Junsu exchange a look and I shoo them away. They leave the door open just a little and in the silence I start singing a song that I remember my mom singing to me.
Micky sighs and relaxes, white fingers releasing their grip on the blanket.
My eyes shut and after only a few minutes, I trail off in the middle of the song, body too tired to do anything but sleep.
I wake up when Micky screams, and his hands push into my stomach. My eyes fly open and he’s looking at me, gasping, and then crying and falling into me.
I soothe him with quiet words and rub his back. Changmin appears in the doorway, concerned and climbs into the bed with us, holding Micky from the other side.
“Sorry, hyungs. Nightmare.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “It’s almost dinner time. Do you want to help me cook?”
He lifts his tear stained face and rubs his nose with his hand. “Yeah.”
“Come on.” I wipe his cheeks. “No more tears today, okay?”
“Okay.”
We make dokkbokki with tofu and I let him measure the rice and water for the rice cooker. I show him how to measure the ingredients for the kochujang sauce, and he spills a little oil and then some sugar, wincing like I’m going to hit him. But I just tell him to clean it up.
Junsu and Yunho arrive home and Micky smiles so widely at them and laughs when Yunho picks him up and ruffles his hair.
“Thanks for letting us come to your house, hyung. I like it here.”
“So do we. What did you do today?”
“I took a nap with Jaejoong-hyung and we cooked dokkbokki. Come on. It’s so spicy and good.”
Junsu face blanches at the word spicy, but Yunho grins and leads them into the kitchen. Yunho and Junsu thank me for making dinner and we all sit down to eat.
Junsu coughs after the first bite.
Micky laughs. “It’s not that spicy.”
“I think Jaejoong is trying to kill us,” he says, drinking a glass of milk.
Micky laughs again.
After dinner, Changmin washes the dishes, and the rest of us go into the living room. Junsu has a whole collection of movies and lets Micky pick out one about robots to watch. He and Junsu squish into an arm chair, and I sit next to Yunho.
“You know,” he says with a smirk. “This movie is about two hours long.”
“Yeah.”
“And Junsu and I can watch Micky for two hours.”
“And?”
Yunho rolls his eyes. “Go get that man of yours out of the kitchen and into a bed. Sheesh.”
I smile and shake my head. “I’m not really in the mood.”
“I didn’t necessarily mean for that, but just … you know. You two time.”
I listen to the water run in the kitchen. “We’re not really … together. I don’t know. It’s confusing. We dated like four years ago, and then we stopped, and then we were friends, and then we were friends who slept together, and now we’re … friends that love each other. I don’t know.”
Yunho smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I know. Trust me. There are supplies for stuff in the drawer of the table in that room. Just go.”
I sigh and get up.
“Jaejoong-hyung?”
I smile at Micky. “I’m going to go lay back down for a little while. Yunho and Junsu will stay with you and watch the movie.”
Micky smiles at them and turns back to the TV.
I walk to the kitchen, grab Changmin’s arm and pull him with me.
“What the hell, hyung?”
“We’ve been given a babysitting reprieve,” I reply and shut the door to the bedroom. I open the drawer and smile at the box of condoms and lube. There’s also lotion in there and I take that out, toss it onto the bed and say, “You’re massaging my back.”
Changmin scoffs. “What?”
I pull my t-shirt over my head and kneel on the bed. “I’m stressed out. You’re massaging my back.”
I can picture him rolling his eyes, but he picks up the bottle of lotion. I settle in the middle of the bed, head on a pillow, arms wrapped around it. I jerk in surprise as cold liquid drops on my back.
“Fucker,” I mutter.
He laughs and straddles my ass. His hands spread the lotion around lightly, he adds more and then digs his fingers into my muscles. My eyes shut with a moan and I try to relax into his touches. He massages me for a long time, not complaining or talking.
“Magical hands, Changmin,” I mutter.
“Magical everything,” he replies and then lowers his hips and presses his erection against my ass.
Just like that, I go from being relaxed to horny. Moaning, I lift my hips and he leans over me, hands by my head, lips on my neck, brushing over the sensitive areas where neck meets shoulder. His thrusts are light and agonizing, pushing my throbbing erection into the bed.
“Roll over,” he growls.
I shiver in anticipation and do as he says. He sits back on his feet and as soon as he can, unbuttons my jeans. I lift my hips and he pulls them down along with my boxers. I curl my legs up so he can take them completely off. He unbuttons his jeans and pushes them and boxers down his thighs, freeing his erection.
I smile and then flip around, on my knees and elbows. I open my mouth and he whimpers just as my tongue touches the soft head and slips into the slit of his dick. His other hand tangles in my hair and he lets go of the base of his cock. I suck the head into my mouth, teasing the ridge with my lips for a moment. He gasps and his hips jerk forward. I gag from the suddenness of a cock in the back of my throat and glare up at him.
He smiles, unrepentant and slowly rocks forward, into my mouth and throat. I roll my eyes and let him, taking as much of him as I can. His hands and fingers run up and down my back and shoulders. I cup his balls and he yanks completely away with a gasp.
“Nope. None of that.”
“Gonna come already?” I ask and lick my lips.
Changmin moans, eyes shut and leans down for a kiss that I’m more than happy to give him. He presses back and I follow the direction, lying in the middle of the bed with my legs spread. His long fingers curl around my dick and stroke slow, pulling moans and whimpers from our kiss. He touches me only a little and then brings his hand up to his mouth.
“There’s lube in that same drawer,” I offer.
“There was lube and you grabbed the lotion? What is wrong with you?”
I smack his arm. “Not everything is about sex, dongsaeng.”
“Should be,” he mutters and leaves the bed to get the lube. While he’s up, he finishes undressing and then crawls over me, gorgeously naked. He covers his fingers with lube. I lift my legs, hands behind my knees. He licks his lips and then presses fingers inside me. He doesn’t bother with one at a time, two stretching me right away and I agree with him. It’s been at least a week since I last got laid. No time for patience.
“You know you’re beautiful right?” he asks as he adds more lube to his hand and rubs his dick.
I smile and reply, “Of course. You know you’re sexy, right?”
“Of course,” he returns.
The head of his erection breaches my body easily and we both moan. I shift my legs, adjusting as he presses completely inside me, eyes shut tight, mouths open. Our tongues meet and he thrusts lightly, pulling mewls and whimpers from my throat again. When his slick hand wraps around my dick, I lose control, cry out and bite down on the shoulder by my face. It only takes a few pumps of his hand and I’m coming all over our bodies. He speeds up, grunting from the muscles clenching around his cock.
Our lips meet again for only a moment, and then he breaks away, eyes shut tight, spasming through his release.
He falls on top of me.
“Fuck,” I mutter and try to push him off. His back is heaving with his breaths, and he ignores my attempts to push him away.
Laughing, he turns his head and puts all of his weight on me, stealing my breath.
I squirm and hit his shoulder and he moans my name, so low and desperate and just like that, we’re both ready for round two, and round two flows into three and after I add to the growing mess on his stomach and chest, I fall into him, and his arms wrap around me and everything is thankfully dark and quiet enough and I’m half asleep before Changmin whispers my name.
“What?” I mutter darkly into his chest.
His body rumbles with low laughter. He runs his hands through my sweaty hair and presses a kiss to my head. “I love you. But we’re dirty and we have to go shower.”
I huff and reply, “Fine. Ruin the perfect after-sex glow.” I push up, using his chest.
He lifts his arms above his head, smirking at me.
“What?”
“You’re so cute when you’re all sex-rumpled.” He pinches my cheek.
I yank my head away from him and smack his arm. “Hate you,” I mutter and try to climb off the bed. My lower body is sore and too well-fucked to actually move.
He comes up behind me and puts his arms around my waist to steady me. He kisses my shoulder and my cheek and my neck over and over until I’m laughing and turning around in his arms. Just like that, naked and covered in come, he leads me backwards and into the bathroom across the hall. We kiss while we shower, always touching, never apart.
Changmin washes my hair and I rub his body down with my girly smelling loufa that he complains about. I sigh and lean into him when he washes me and three fingers slip into my stretched body to clean me up. I shiver and we kiss again and again.
It’s so easy to whisper “I love you.”
He smiles and returns the endearment.
We’re both little more than jelly when we’re finally dry and dressed, and we stumble out into the main room, his arm around me.
“Not in the mood, huh?” Yunho says with a smirk.
Micky smiles widely at me and as soon as I’m sitting, he’s in my lap and hugging me tightly. I hug him back.
“You guys took forever,” Micky says. “Forever. Junsu-hyung says that’s because you’re both horny lovebirds.”
I blush and Changmin laughs and ruffles Micky’s hair. “Yep. That’s about it.”
Micky smiles and then looks at me closely. “Yunho-hyung says that it’s okay if you two have sex because you’re in love. But that we can’t do it with you, because we’re not in love with you. We like you, but not love.”
I meet Changmin’s gaze and he kisses my cheek. “He’s right. Yunho should keep his mouth shut, but he’s right.”
Junsu snorts. “You don’t really know how loud you scream when you’re getting fucked, do you, Jaejoong?”
I blush even harder.
Micky smiles and hugs me. “Changmin is lucky, because you’re so pretty.”
“Thanks, dongsaeng. Now what are we doing?”
“Yunho hyung said they have games to play here and we were just waiting for you two.”
“I think I’m too tired to play games right now.”
Micky frowns. “Oh. Okay. What about you, Changmin-hyung?”
“Yeah. I’ll play. We’ll let the princess relax.”
I lightly smack his arm, and Micky laughs and climbs off my lap and tugs on Changmin’s arm. I watch them argue over a board game and then let my eyes slip close.
I wake up only when I’m placed gently in a bed and Changmin kisses my lips softly. Another body presses against my side and I hum and say a sleepy hi to Micky and he kisses my cheek. The lights go out and the bed dips and I’m wrapped up in Changmin’s arms and warm and happy and asleep again.
The next day, we have breakfast and I let Micky cut up vegetables for omelets. He’s awed when I flip the omelet without a spatula, and I let him try with his omelet. As I expect, it ends up as a mess on the counter, but Micky laughs and scoops it up and eats it anyway.
We get ready to go, and Yunho and Junsu escort us to the police station. There is a prominent limp in Junsu’s step that has Changmin smirking and poking fun at the guy.
At the station, Yunho shows Micky a lot of pictures and he picks out three of his old masters definitely, but the other two he says were a long time ago and he can’t really remember what they look like. Yunho assures him that it’s okay, and that he’s done so well and helped them so much.
When they’re done, Junsu takes Micky around the station and explains to him what everything is for and people say hi to him.
Yunho smiles at me. “This is such a good break for us,” he says. “We have warrants ready for searches of their properties. Wow. Today is going to be fun. TOP and Dragon are going to escort you back to our place, and I want you guys to stay there until this case is more or less closed. Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” I say. “It’s nice of you to let your space as a safe house.”
Yunho smiles, and then he hands me some papers. “These are guardianship papers,” he explains. “Power of attorneys. Documents that if you sign them, you’ll be the official guardian of Micky. Both of your names are on it, but if just you’re willing, Jaejoong, then that’s okay, too. This is completely unorthodox, and we wouldn’t normally do it, but Micky is comfortable with you, and we want him to stay that way, just in case we need to ask him more questions or have him testify. Or if neither of you are willing, that’s okay. It is a lot to ask, we know, but we wanted to offer it to you first before we took custody of him.”
I swallow and look at Changmin. His eyes are wide, and then he smirks. “You told me you were on the pill, and now look, after one night of sex, I have a kid.”
I stare at him, and Yunho chuckles, and I huff and smack his arm. “Fucker.”
Changmin smiles and says sincerely, “I’ve been here with Jaejoong since he found Micky. I wouldn’t just abandon him now.”
“Well?”
“Is this permanent?” I ask.
Yunho shrugs. “If you want it to be. Right now the papers say for the duration of the case, which could be months or years, depending on appeals and evidence we gather. After that, you can petition for custody and have a child social worker that isn’t biased like Sooyoung talk to Micky, and then you can make it permanent.”
“Wow.”
I look at Changmin and he shrugs. “It’s your decision.”
“What if we don’t?”
“He’ll be placed in government custody.”
“Foster homes?”
“Yep.”
“Do I have to decide right now?”
“I wouldn’t expect you to sign it all without reading it. Just let me know tomorrow.”
I nod, eyes on the papers, not really seeing them.
Yunho leaves us alone, and I lean against Changmin’s shoulder. When my parents told me to have kids whether I was married or not, I don’t think they had this in mind.
“I need to call my mother,” I say.
“Yeah. You better.”
With a sigh, I stand up and head toward the exit. Changmin goes over to where Junsu and Micky are.
As soon as I’m outside, I light a cigarette and dial my mother’s number.
“JaeJae! How are you?”
“Um, hey, Mom. I have a problem. Or … something.”
“What’s wrong, dear?”
I start at the beginning and tell her everything about Micky and Changmin helping me and my feelings about Changmin, and then Yunho and Junsu and the papers to gain legal authority over the boy.
“You’re not playing with me, right, son? This isn’t a practical joke?”
“Omma, no.”
I light another cigarette and listen to her breathe.
“What have I always told you, since you were his age, ten years old and crushing after our cute neighbor?”
“Always follow your heart,” I mutter.
“Good. And what does your heart tell you to do right now?”
“Sign the papers.”
I can almost hear her smiling. “Then why are you calling me?”
“What would you have done if I just showed up with some ten year old kid?”
“Wondered who you got pregnant.”
“Exactly.”
His mom laughs. “Bring him down when you and Changmin get settled. I always did like that man.”
“Just because he loves your cooking.”
“Yeah.”
I end the call, and light another cigarette.
“You’re going to have to quit smoking those,” Changmin whispers. His arm snakes around my waist and I toss the cigarette away.
“Are you going to call your mother?” I ask and lean into his shoulder.
“Maybe after it’s finalized. She’ll scream and drive over here and forbid me to do it if I call her first.”
I shiver, remembering the last time I’d met Mrs. Shim. She was tiny but loud and had told anyone that would listen that I was her disgusting son’s disgusting boyfriend. “Good idea.”
He chuckles and then stands in front of me, blocking out anything but him. He meets my eyes and says, “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s kind of like when a gay couple gets a dog, but way more responsibility.”
“Yeah, I-I know, but twenty-six years old, and … I don’t know. It’s scary. Someone needs to take care of him, and what if he gets put with a family that doesn’t care?”
Changmin nods. “Between the money I get from the bookstore and your bar tending shifts, do you think we’ll have enough money for a new apartment? Two bedroom, because he can’t sleep with us forever, and in a better neighborhood where he can go to school?”
I clutch his shirt and sigh. “Why do you have to be so smart and think of everything?”
“I want it in writing that you think I’m smart.”
“Keep dreaming, dongsaeng.”
“Keep dreaming of you, and us.” He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to my lips.
“God, this is insane.”
“You’re insane. But I still love you.”
“Oh god, Minnie, I love you.” I wrap my arms around his stomach and press my face to his chest. “I’m sorry it took something like this to show me how much I love you, but at the same time, I’m glad. I don’t think I ever would have realized how important you are to me.”
His hands trail through my hair and he says, “Same here, hyung. So you want a kid, huh?’
I smile and nod. “Yeah. Micky … he’s pretty cool. I hope we can take care of him.”
“We will. I don’t want to inflate your ego or anything, but you’re great with your nieces and nephews, and kids seem to love you.”
I put my hand on his chest. “You don’t have to sign the papers.”
He smiles and says, “Just try and stop me.”
“Fucker,” I mutter and lean my head on his shoulder.
We stay that way until someone chuckles. We turn and see Junsu and Micky by the door.
“See,” Junsu says. “I told you they ran off to find somewhere to cuddle.”
Micky laughs behind his hand and runs over to us. Changmin picks him up and Micky smiles so widely when Changmin kisses his cheek.
Changmin smirks at me “Like I said, just try to stop me.”
I put my arms around them both and Micky’s arm wraps around my neck and we stand there until Junsu tells us to break up the love fest and get inside with his very important witness.
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Epilogue - Six months later -
“Do you like this apartment?” I ask Micky as the three of us walk around the empty space. It’s a two bedroom with two bathrooms and a huge kitchen and living space.
“Yes, it’s pretty.”
“I like the loft,” Changmin says and points up. There is a set of steep stairs that leads to nothing more than a small balcony. The design doesn’t make much sense to me.
“Maybe you can sleep up there then,” I reply.
Micky giggles. He stands in the middle of the living room arms spread and just smiles at nothing. He’s wearing his school uniform still. Changmin had picked him up right after school and brought him there to meet me. He spins once and then twice, sock slipping over the hardwood.
He’s grown so much over the last six months. After a few books and study sessions, Micky caught up with other kids his age. His brain soaks up knowledge faster than I can comprehend. The one master that taught him to read and write definitely saved him from being too far behind the other kids in his class.
At Yunho’s suggestion, we made a name up for him, choosing a common family name of Park and the name Yoochun, which meant plentiful, and I am reminded everyday of all the many things that Micky has brought us. The love and the smiles. He’s such a great boy, and growing up so fast and so well after the hell that his life used to be.
The case against his masters was easily prosecuted after Yunho and Junsu found countless child slaves and private documents during their searches. Five high profile business men went to prison, including Lee Sooman and two presidents of his smaller corporations.
We’ve gotten a lot of shit from teachers and other parents about two gay guys with a ten year old son, but they can’t deny us our rights after they realize who we are, and what Micky has been through.
I watch Changmin in the kitchen, turning on faucets, lips pursed, eyes looking for anything that is amiss. He’s been more than supportive. Part of me still can’t believe it, still can’t believe that Changmin loves me as much as I love him. He’s taking online classes and I’m taking regular college courses. We are always tired, always stressed out. And always happy. I know it’s worth it.
“What are you looking at, you creeper?” Changmin asks.
I laugh and twirl on the hardwood floor, sliding towards him. I put too much power into the finale and I crash into him. His strong arms catch me, wrap around me, hold me up. Just like they always do.
“I like this place a lot,” I say.
Micky nods. “Yep. This is a nice place. I like it, too. We should live here.”
I smile up at Changmin and he smiles back. He holds out his arm and Micky slides across the floor and joins our hug.
Sequel: Keep My Love
Day 2: Helped
Day 1: Found
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