Follow Me 4/?
Title: Follow Me 4/?
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to stalk or love or protect.
Summary: Changmin has a fascination with a street boy named Micky, but what will it take for Micky to trust him and follow him to something better?
Warnings: prostitution, small amount of incest, mentions of previous physical and sexual abuse, rape, pedophilia, and violence
Part 4:
Pretty much inspired by this picture:
It was so quiet. Changmin had no idea what to say. He stared, mouth open before he realized it and then quickly shut it. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck.
Lots and lots of things made a lot more sense to Changmin. The two looked almost exactly alike, and had Changmin not known Yoochun, he would have had a hard time telling who was older.
Brother. A younger brother.
And they lived in this small room, with barely enough things to be called possessions.
Changmin really did understand now. But he did not understand the way Yoochun’s fingertips pushed under the tank top and were obviously caressing Yoohwan’s skin.
Yoohwan started coughing, curling into Yoochun even more.
Yoochun hugged him, face tight with worry. He rubbed his hands up and down Yoohwan’s back, lifting the tank top, probably unconsciously. The same thin scars covered what Changmin could see of his skin.
“He ... he has chronic bronchitis,” Yoochun whispered in a moment where Yoohwan was not coughing. “Which means he gets colds more easily than others. And asthma attacks.”
Medicine. Yoochun sold himself for medicine. For his brother.
Changmin leaned against the door. That answered one question, but now, he had even more. This small room, this small boy, this ... Changmin felt a little overwhelmed.
“Do you need some water, love?” Yoochun whispered, smoothing down the back of Yoohwan’s hair.
Yoohwan shook his head, breath gasping. “Are -- are you leaving again?”
“Not right now. Come on. Come sit.”
“But--” He turned his head to their cooktop and the pot of water on it.
“Leave it.” Yoochun led his brother to their only chair. He sat down and pulled Yoohwan into his lap. The boy curled up, smiling, and his lips touched his brother’s neck for a moment. His eyes shut with a content sigh. He coughed a couple more times. Yoochun kept his hands moving up and down his back.
Changmin pushed away from the wall. “I’ll do it,” he said, turning his back on the brothers. There was a single packet of ramen waiting to go in the water. Changmin listened to Yoochun’s soft whispers and Yoohwan whimpers and coughs. He did not turn to look at whatever they were doing.
It took a long time for the water to boil. Changmin quickly broke the ramen in half and added it to the pot.
“Hyung.”
It took a moment for Changmin to realize that was meant for him. He paused in stirring and glanced over his shoulder.
Yoochun smiled. “Bring me some water.” He pointed at the far corner. There was a small refrigerator. He opened it and frowned at its sparse contents. Changmin took one of the three bottles of water and opened it before walking the few steps to the chair.
“Thank you.”
Changmin watched a moment longer while Yoochun encouraged Yoohwan to lift his head for a drink of water.
“My father forced us to smoke,” Yoochun said as Yoohwan sipped at the bottle, “when we were really, really young. Yoohwan had his first cigarette before he was five years old. It has really affected Yoohwan’s health even though both of us have quit.”
Changmin didn’t know what to say. He stirred the ramen.
“We don’t drain the water,” Yoochun said, “just add the flavoring. More broth. More to eat.”
Changmin nodded. He had done the same thing in college when he had to save his money. He was going to start buying extra groceries to give to Yoochun. He finished cooking the ramen and sat on the floor and watched Yoochun feed his brother. He coughed constantly, some attacks lasting more than a minute. It sounded painful.
Changmin did not know what to do about this new information, but Yoochun obviously trusted him, showing him where he lived, introducing him to the most important person in his life. Changmin understood that. He would never replace Yoohwan. He was going to end up sharing Yoochun with his little brother.
He did not hate it as much as he hated the thought of other random men touching Micky.
When Yoohwan finished eating, and Changmin noticed that Yoochun only had a few bites of the entire package of ramen, Yoochun did his best to pry Yoohwan away from him, but the boy was latched on, arms around his neck, curled up in the chair, and there was more than one kissed dropped to Yoochun’s neck, or shoulder, or cheek.
Yoochun promised over and over that he would be right back; he was only going to walk Changmin to his car.
Changmin waited patiently. He did not want to leave yet. He wanted his questions answered. But he had no right to be demanding.
It took Yoochun taking Yoohwan to their thin futon, curling up with him for a moment, a kiss to his lips, and more whispered promises before Yoohwan turned around, burying his face into the pillow. He said, “I love you” just before they left the small room.
Yoochun locked the door, and then he smiled up at Changmin and held out his hand, which Changmin did not hesitate to take.
Yoochun led him back through the maze of doors and stairwells, back through the music thudding in the club, back through the throngs of people that seemed to have doubled in size. His car was where he left it and thankfully unscathed. The parking lot was still completely full, but empty of people.
Yoochun leaned against the car, pulled Changmin against him and demanded a kiss with his eyes and pout. Changmin obliged even if his mind was on the tender way he had kissed his brother.
“I really like you,” Yoochun said, pausing in their kiss for words before pressing lips together again. “But you have to understand. Yoohwan is why I sell myself. Yoohwan is why I do anything. I need you to understand that ... if you ... if you want more. If you want to date me. You have to understand how much he means to me. I love my brother, and he likes being touched and kissed. I don’t mind. It’s better than doing it with random men on the street, but ...” He looked away and sighed. “I don’t like it as much as he does. It’s only for him. Just for him, and everything I do is for him.”
“Do you fuck him?”
“No,” Yoochun said, eyes flashing in anger, probably at Changmin’s tone. It had been pretty rude, and quite technically, Yoochun was not Changmin’s boyfriend. Changmin considered him to be, but he hadn’t actually asked yet.
“My father abused us. A lot.” Yoochun sighed and pressed his face to Changmin’s neck. “He did ... he did a lot of things to us. We ran away when I had the chance. We’ve been on our own for more than two years.”
That only answered some of his questions. Changmin nodded, throat too tight and head swimming with too many thoughts to say any words. Or at least to say any words that might hurt Yoochun, scare him away, ruin whatever this was between them.
Yoochun seemed to understand and he kept talking. “I’ve been a prostitute most of my life, Changmin. My father sold me to his friends and whipped me when I wasn’t good enough or if I cried or if I tried to fight. When he started doing the same to Yoohwan, I knew we had to leave. But I was scared. I ... I didn’t think we could leave.”
“What about your mother?”
Yoochun shook his head. “She died ... when I was seven, before Yoohwan was even three.”
“Died?”
With another deep breath, Yoochun said, “Yeah. If you believe the police and my father, she committed suicide, but I’ve always thought that he killed her. She always stood up to him. All I remember of her is yelling and him hitting her.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Changmin whispered, arms tightening around him. “I want to help you.”
“You are,” Yoochun said and kissed his cheek. “You are. I feel normal with you, hyung. I feel ... sane, I guess.”
Changmin leaned away and stared at him in the different colors of neon light. “You’re beautiful, enthralling ...” He smiled. “Intriguing. Taking care of your brother is what I would expect you to do. If you weren’t, then ... well, what kind of hyung is that?”
Yoochun chuckled. “Thank you. I just ... I know it isn’t conventional. Our relationship.”
“Definitely not.”
“But I like you.”
“I like you, too.”
“I better get back to Yoohwan. He worries. About me. But I won’t let him sell himself anymore. I can’t let him do this.”
“You shouldn’t have to either.”
Yoochun nodded. “It won’t be forever.”
“Let me help.”
Yoochun laughed. “Didn’t we just have this conversation? You are helping, hyung. Every day.”
Changmin sighed.
With the smile that Changmin had more than fallen in love with, Yoochun cupped his cheek and pulled him down for a kiss. “Do you work tomorrow?”
“No.”
“Meet me for coffee tomorrow? I have to be to work at the ramen shop at five for dinner. We can spend the day together.”
Ramen shop. It was the first time Yoochun said what his other job was. “How about nine?”
Yoochun nodded. “I’ll text you the address.”
“See you then.”
Yoochun kissed him one more time before pushing Changmin far enough away to slip around him. Changmin watched him walk away, waved when Yoochun turned to smile at him, and then sagged against his car when Yoochun disappeared around the corner. He rubbed his face before climbing into his car and driving home.
---
Changmin was still half asleep when he staggered into a cafe not too far from his house. He wasn’t used to leaving the house without a morning cup of coffee. Yoochun was already there, dressed in sweats and a hoody against the chill of the morning. He smiled widely upon seeing Changmin and sipped at his coffee.
Changmin waved ... sort of ... and went to the counter to order a large coffee. Yoochun was sitting on a loveseat, and he slid over to let Changmin settle next to him. A bit of space separated them for only a moment before Yoochun slid over, pressing their thighs together.
“Hi,” Yoochun said and laughed at Changmin’s answering grunt. “Sleep well?”
“No.”
Yoochun smiled softly like he knew what had kept Changmin up all night. Considering that it had been Yoochun’s revelations, he probably did know.
“So what do you normally do on your day off?”
“Sleep,” Changmin answered immediately. “My schedule is all over the place. I usually stay in bed and watch dramas all day.”
“Staying in bed sounds good,” Yoochun said and winked at him.
Changmin felt himself blush, but he laughed along with Micky. “What about you?”
“I stay with Yoohwan. He doesn’t go out much, so if he feels okay, we’ll go get ice cream or just sleep. It’s so hard for him to sleep without coughing.”
Changmin nodded, unsure what to say to that.
“His medicine isn’t too expensive,” Yoochun continued, “but we had to decide between medicine and food. I hadn’t ... worked ... for almost a year when I started doing it again. It was hard to go back to that. I refuse to let Yoohwan do it.”
Changmin opened his mouth to tell Yoochun that he wanted to help, but he already had. And Yoochun smiled like he knew exactly what Changmin was going to say.
“What about you?” Yoochun said. “Do you have siblings?”
Changmin nodded. “Two younger sisters. I do not see them much.”
“Why not?”
Changmin sighed. “Can we talk about it later? I just ... this isn’t really the place for it.” He waved his hand around to signify the cafe.
Yoochun smiled. “Should we go take a walk?”
“In a little while.”
Yoochun did not lose his smile. He snuggled deeper into the couch and into Changmin’s side and sipped at his coffee.
Changmin was not sure what to talk about. They never really had problems making conversation before, but it had been Yoochun to start them. And they talked of nonsensical things. Or they talked about Changmin’s job. It was different now, with this knowledge weighing on his heart and mind.
“Where did you learn origami?” Changmin asked.
“One of my father’s friends taught me.”
Changmin inhaled slowly. Once again, the thing they could not talk about.
Yoochun chuckled. “Maybe I should have waited to tell you about Yoohwan.”
Changmin glanced over at him, and his heart fluttered as it usually did seeing Yoochun’s smile.
“It’s just very awkward.”
“I don’t know why.”
“Let’s just get out of here where we can talk about it,” Yoochun said and stood up. “I don’t want you to think you can’t mention it and I don’t want you to think I don’t want to tell you things.”
Changmin looked at him and nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.” He stood up and followed Yoochun out of the cafe. They walked side by side, sipping their coffee in silence. It was a little better, less awkward than in the cafe, just not by much.
“So did you not sleep well because you were thinking about my brother and me together, or did you not sleep well because you were thinking of what our father did to us?”
Changmin choked on his coffee. Yoochun smirked as he took another sip.
“B-both.”
Yoochun nodded. “And?”
“And what?”
“Did you come to any midnight or early morning conclusions?”
Changmin stopped walking and looked at Yoochun, who had taken a couple of steps before turning to him. Pedestrians weaved around them with muttered curses.
“I showed up this morning, didn’t I?”
Yoochun smiled. “Yes, but why?”
Changmin continued walking, hooking his arm around Yoochun’s shoulders. “The same reason I’ve stuck around since the moment I saw you.”
“Again, why?”
Changmin paused for a moment before whispering, “At first it was because you were beautiful, and you still are, but now it’s because I want to help you.”
Yoochun opened his mouth to say something, probably to protest if the tensing of his body meant anything, but Changmin continued.
“Again, before it was because I wanted to help Micky. I know you do not like what you do. I’ve watched you throw up their come more than one.”
Yoochun stopped in his tracks, again disrupting those around them. “You watched me?”
Changmin winced and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, um ... you were intriguing.”
The smirk came back. “How long did you watch me until you had the balls to pick me up?”
“Um ...”
Yoochun chuckled and kept walking, weaving his arm around Changmin’s strong bicep. “More than a month?”
“Yes.”
“How many?”
“Three, okay. Three months.”
Yoochun smiled and leaned against him. “Why?”
“You were intriguing,” Changmin said.
Yoochun tilted his head up and smiled with his eyes shut. “You never followed me. You never ...”
“No. I’m not a stalker.”
“Well, sort of.”
“Yes. Sort of. But I’m not.”
Yoochun gripped his arm before tossing his coffee cup into the nearest trashcan. “Thank you,” he said, “for ... I don’t know ... just being a normal spot in my life.”
“I know your brother is important to you. My sisters are important to me.”
“You said you did not see them often.”
Changmin shook his head. “I told my parents I was gay right after my military service. They did not take it well, but my mother wanted me to be successful, so they let me keep my college fund and finish school. I’m not welcome at home. I knew I’d need to save some of my college fund for afterwards, and I have, so I can have my apartment.”
“You could not afford the money you were giving me.”
Changmin glanced down at him, fought the urge to kiss him, and squeezed his hand instead. “Probably not. But it was money well spent.”
“You understand why I stopped taking it?”
“Yes. You understand why I keep trying to give it to you?”
Yoochun smiled. “Yes. Can we go back to your place now? I really want to have your dick in my mouth.”
Changmin almost spit out a mouthful of coffee.
Part 5: Courage
Part 3: Trust
Part 2: Need
Part 1: Concern
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Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to stalk or love or protect.
Summary: Changmin has a fascination with a street boy named Micky, but what will it take for Micky to trust him and follow him to something better?
Warnings: prostitution, small amount of incest, mentions of previous physical and sexual abuse, rape, pedophilia, and violence
Part 4:
Pretty much inspired by this picture:
It was so quiet. Changmin had no idea what to say. He stared, mouth open before he realized it and then quickly shut it. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck.
Lots and lots of things made a lot more sense to Changmin. The two looked almost exactly alike, and had Changmin not known Yoochun, he would have had a hard time telling who was older.
Brother. A younger brother.
And they lived in this small room, with barely enough things to be called possessions.
Changmin really did understand now. But he did not understand the way Yoochun’s fingertips pushed under the tank top and were obviously caressing Yoohwan’s skin.
Yoohwan started coughing, curling into Yoochun even more.
Yoochun hugged him, face tight with worry. He rubbed his hands up and down Yoohwan’s back, lifting the tank top, probably unconsciously. The same thin scars covered what Changmin could see of his skin.
“He ... he has chronic bronchitis,” Yoochun whispered in a moment where Yoohwan was not coughing. “Which means he gets colds more easily than others. And asthma attacks.”
Medicine. Yoochun sold himself for medicine. For his brother.
Changmin leaned against the door. That answered one question, but now, he had even more. This small room, this small boy, this ... Changmin felt a little overwhelmed.
“Do you need some water, love?” Yoochun whispered, smoothing down the back of Yoohwan’s hair.
Yoohwan shook his head, breath gasping. “Are -- are you leaving again?”
“Not right now. Come on. Come sit.”
“But--” He turned his head to their cooktop and the pot of water on it.
“Leave it.” Yoochun led his brother to their only chair. He sat down and pulled Yoohwan into his lap. The boy curled up, smiling, and his lips touched his brother’s neck for a moment. His eyes shut with a content sigh. He coughed a couple more times. Yoochun kept his hands moving up and down his back.
Changmin pushed away from the wall. “I’ll do it,” he said, turning his back on the brothers. There was a single packet of ramen waiting to go in the water. Changmin listened to Yoochun’s soft whispers and Yoohwan whimpers and coughs. He did not turn to look at whatever they were doing.
It took a long time for the water to boil. Changmin quickly broke the ramen in half and added it to the pot.
“Hyung.”
It took a moment for Changmin to realize that was meant for him. He paused in stirring and glanced over his shoulder.
Yoochun smiled. “Bring me some water.” He pointed at the far corner. There was a small refrigerator. He opened it and frowned at its sparse contents. Changmin took one of the three bottles of water and opened it before walking the few steps to the chair.
“Thank you.”
Changmin watched a moment longer while Yoochun encouraged Yoohwan to lift his head for a drink of water.
“My father forced us to smoke,” Yoochun said as Yoohwan sipped at the bottle, “when we were really, really young. Yoohwan had his first cigarette before he was five years old. It has really affected Yoohwan’s health even though both of us have quit.”
Changmin didn’t know what to say. He stirred the ramen.
“We don’t drain the water,” Yoochun said, “just add the flavoring. More broth. More to eat.”
Changmin nodded. He had done the same thing in college when he had to save his money. He was going to start buying extra groceries to give to Yoochun. He finished cooking the ramen and sat on the floor and watched Yoochun feed his brother. He coughed constantly, some attacks lasting more than a minute. It sounded painful.
Changmin did not know what to do about this new information, but Yoochun obviously trusted him, showing him where he lived, introducing him to the most important person in his life. Changmin understood that. He would never replace Yoohwan. He was going to end up sharing Yoochun with his little brother.
He did not hate it as much as he hated the thought of other random men touching Micky.
When Yoohwan finished eating, and Changmin noticed that Yoochun only had a few bites of the entire package of ramen, Yoochun did his best to pry Yoohwan away from him, but the boy was latched on, arms around his neck, curled up in the chair, and there was more than one kissed dropped to Yoochun’s neck, or shoulder, or cheek.
Yoochun promised over and over that he would be right back; he was only going to walk Changmin to his car.
Changmin waited patiently. He did not want to leave yet. He wanted his questions answered. But he had no right to be demanding.
It took Yoochun taking Yoohwan to their thin futon, curling up with him for a moment, a kiss to his lips, and more whispered promises before Yoohwan turned around, burying his face into the pillow. He said, “I love you” just before they left the small room.
Yoochun locked the door, and then he smiled up at Changmin and held out his hand, which Changmin did not hesitate to take.
Yoochun led him back through the maze of doors and stairwells, back through the music thudding in the club, back through the throngs of people that seemed to have doubled in size. His car was where he left it and thankfully unscathed. The parking lot was still completely full, but empty of people.
Yoochun leaned against the car, pulled Changmin against him and demanded a kiss with his eyes and pout. Changmin obliged even if his mind was on the tender way he had kissed his brother.
“I really like you,” Yoochun said, pausing in their kiss for words before pressing lips together again. “But you have to understand. Yoohwan is why I sell myself. Yoohwan is why I do anything. I need you to understand that ... if you ... if you want more. If you want to date me. You have to understand how much he means to me. I love my brother, and he likes being touched and kissed. I don’t mind. It’s better than doing it with random men on the street, but ...” He looked away and sighed. “I don’t like it as much as he does. It’s only for him. Just for him, and everything I do is for him.”
“Do you fuck him?”
“No,” Yoochun said, eyes flashing in anger, probably at Changmin’s tone. It had been pretty rude, and quite technically, Yoochun was not Changmin’s boyfriend. Changmin considered him to be, but he hadn’t actually asked yet.
“My father abused us. A lot.” Yoochun sighed and pressed his face to Changmin’s neck. “He did ... he did a lot of things to us. We ran away when I had the chance. We’ve been on our own for more than two years.”
That only answered some of his questions. Changmin nodded, throat too tight and head swimming with too many thoughts to say any words. Or at least to say any words that might hurt Yoochun, scare him away, ruin whatever this was between them.
Yoochun seemed to understand and he kept talking. “I’ve been a prostitute most of my life, Changmin. My father sold me to his friends and whipped me when I wasn’t good enough or if I cried or if I tried to fight. When he started doing the same to Yoohwan, I knew we had to leave. But I was scared. I ... I didn’t think we could leave.”
“What about your mother?”
Yoochun shook his head. “She died ... when I was seven, before Yoohwan was even three.”
“Died?”
With another deep breath, Yoochun said, “Yeah. If you believe the police and my father, she committed suicide, but I’ve always thought that he killed her. She always stood up to him. All I remember of her is yelling and him hitting her.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Changmin whispered, arms tightening around him. “I want to help you.”
“You are,” Yoochun said and kissed his cheek. “You are. I feel normal with you, hyung. I feel ... sane, I guess.”
Changmin leaned away and stared at him in the different colors of neon light. “You’re beautiful, enthralling ...” He smiled. “Intriguing. Taking care of your brother is what I would expect you to do. If you weren’t, then ... well, what kind of hyung is that?”
Yoochun chuckled. “Thank you. I just ... I know it isn’t conventional. Our relationship.”
“Definitely not.”
“But I like you.”
“I like you, too.”
“I better get back to Yoohwan. He worries. About me. But I won’t let him sell himself anymore. I can’t let him do this.”
“You shouldn’t have to either.”
Yoochun nodded. “It won’t be forever.”
“Let me help.”
Yoochun laughed. “Didn’t we just have this conversation? You are helping, hyung. Every day.”
Changmin sighed.
With the smile that Changmin had more than fallen in love with, Yoochun cupped his cheek and pulled him down for a kiss. “Do you work tomorrow?”
“No.”
“Meet me for coffee tomorrow? I have to be to work at the ramen shop at five for dinner. We can spend the day together.”
Ramen shop. It was the first time Yoochun said what his other job was. “How about nine?”
Yoochun nodded. “I’ll text you the address.”
“See you then.”
Yoochun kissed him one more time before pushing Changmin far enough away to slip around him. Changmin watched him walk away, waved when Yoochun turned to smile at him, and then sagged against his car when Yoochun disappeared around the corner. He rubbed his face before climbing into his car and driving home.
---
Changmin was still half asleep when he staggered into a cafe not too far from his house. He wasn’t used to leaving the house without a morning cup of coffee. Yoochun was already there, dressed in sweats and a hoody against the chill of the morning. He smiled widely upon seeing Changmin and sipped at his coffee.
Changmin waved ... sort of ... and went to the counter to order a large coffee. Yoochun was sitting on a loveseat, and he slid over to let Changmin settle next to him. A bit of space separated them for only a moment before Yoochun slid over, pressing their thighs together.
“Hi,” Yoochun said and laughed at Changmin’s answering grunt. “Sleep well?”
“No.”
Yoochun smiled softly like he knew what had kept Changmin up all night. Considering that it had been Yoochun’s revelations, he probably did know.
“So what do you normally do on your day off?”
“Sleep,” Changmin answered immediately. “My schedule is all over the place. I usually stay in bed and watch dramas all day.”
“Staying in bed sounds good,” Yoochun said and winked at him.
Changmin felt himself blush, but he laughed along with Micky. “What about you?”
“I stay with Yoohwan. He doesn’t go out much, so if he feels okay, we’ll go get ice cream or just sleep. It’s so hard for him to sleep without coughing.”
Changmin nodded, unsure what to say to that.
“His medicine isn’t too expensive,” Yoochun continued, “but we had to decide between medicine and food. I hadn’t ... worked ... for almost a year when I started doing it again. It was hard to go back to that. I refuse to let Yoohwan do it.”
Changmin opened his mouth to tell Yoochun that he wanted to help, but he already had. And Yoochun smiled like he knew exactly what Changmin was going to say.
“What about you?” Yoochun said. “Do you have siblings?”
Changmin nodded. “Two younger sisters. I do not see them much.”
“Why not?”
Changmin sighed. “Can we talk about it later? I just ... this isn’t really the place for it.” He waved his hand around to signify the cafe.
Yoochun smiled. “Should we go take a walk?”
“In a little while.”
Yoochun did not lose his smile. He snuggled deeper into the couch and into Changmin’s side and sipped at his coffee.
Changmin was not sure what to talk about. They never really had problems making conversation before, but it had been Yoochun to start them. And they talked of nonsensical things. Or they talked about Changmin’s job. It was different now, with this knowledge weighing on his heart and mind.
“Where did you learn origami?” Changmin asked.
“One of my father’s friends taught me.”
Changmin inhaled slowly. Once again, the thing they could not talk about.
Yoochun chuckled. “Maybe I should have waited to tell you about Yoohwan.”
Changmin glanced over at him, and his heart fluttered as it usually did seeing Yoochun’s smile.
“It’s just very awkward.”
“I don’t know why.”
“Let’s just get out of here where we can talk about it,” Yoochun said and stood up. “I don’t want you to think you can’t mention it and I don’t want you to think I don’t want to tell you things.”
Changmin looked at him and nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.” He stood up and followed Yoochun out of the cafe. They walked side by side, sipping their coffee in silence. It was a little better, less awkward than in the cafe, just not by much.
“So did you not sleep well because you were thinking about my brother and me together, or did you not sleep well because you were thinking of what our father did to us?”
Changmin choked on his coffee. Yoochun smirked as he took another sip.
“B-both.”
Yoochun nodded. “And?”
“And what?”
“Did you come to any midnight or early morning conclusions?”
Changmin stopped walking and looked at Yoochun, who had taken a couple of steps before turning to him. Pedestrians weaved around them with muttered curses.
“I showed up this morning, didn’t I?”
Yoochun smiled. “Yes, but why?”
Changmin continued walking, hooking his arm around Yoochun’s shoulders. “The same reason I’ve stuck around since the moment I saw you.”
“Again, why?”
Changmin paused for a moment before whispering, “At first it was because you were beautiful, and you still are, but now it’s because I want to help you.”
Yoochun opened his mouth to say something, probably to protest if the tensing of his body meant anything, but Changmin continued.
“Again, before it was because I wanted to help Micky. I know you do not like what you do. I’ve watched you throw up their come more than one.”
Yoochun stopped in his tracks, again disrupting those around them. “You watched me?”
Changmin winced and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, um ... you were intriguing.”
The smirk came back. “How long did you watch me until you had the balls to pick me up?”
“Um ...”
Yoochun chuckled and kept walking, weaving his arm around Changmin’s strong bicep. “More than a month?”
“Yes.”
“How many?”
“Three, okay. Three months.”
Yoochun smiled and leaned against him. “Why?”
“You were intriguing,” Changmin said.
Yoochun tilted his head up and smiled with his eyes shut. “You never followed me. You never ...”
“No. I’m not a stalker.”
“Well, sort of.”
“Yes. Sort of. But I’m not.”
Yoochun gripped his arm before tossing his coffee cup into the nearest trashcan. “Thank you,” he said, “for ... I don’t know ... just being a normal spot in my life.”
“I know your brother is important to you. My sisters are important to me.”
“You said you did not see them often.”
Changmin shook his head. “I told my parents I was gay right after my military service. They did not take it well, but my mother wanted me to be successful, so they let me keep my college fund and finish school. I’m not welcome at home. I knew I’d need to save some of my college fund for afterwards, and I have, so I can have my apartment.”
“You could not afford the money you were giving me.”
Changmin glanced down at him, fought the urge to kiss him, and squeezed his hand instead. “Probably not. But it was money well spent.”
“You understand why I stopped taking it?”
“Yes. You understand why I keep trying to give it to you?”
Yoochun smiled. “Yes. Can we go back to your place now? I really want to have your dick in my mouth.”
Changmin almost spit out a mouthful of coffee.
Part 5: Courage
Part 3: Trust
Part 2: Need
Part 1: Concern
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