Follow Me 7/?
Title: Follow Me 7/?
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 7: Work
Pretty much inspired by this picture:
Changmin carried Yoochun into his apartment. Yoohwan was pacing a track in his floor, but stopped and shouted his brother’s name.
Yoochun’s head lolled to the side and he smiled, loopily.
Yoohwan stopped just short of him, and Changmin settled Yoochun onto his couch. Yoohwan kneeled on the floor and moved sweaty hair off Yoochun’s forehead. “Hyung.”
“Get him some water,” Changmin said. “I’ll be right back.”
Changmin went back to the car and grabbed the bags of the boys’ possessions.
“Sorry,” Yoohwan said right away. “He threw up on your floor.”
The smell invaded Changmin’s nose and he gagged. “That’s ... good ... gross. Yeah.”
Yoohwan scrambled to his feet. “I’ll clean it up. I didn’t want to leave him alone.”
Changmin nodded. He set the bags down on the floor and went back to the couch. He scooped Yoochun up in his arms, huffing at the effort, and took him into the bathroom. Stripping took a few minutes because Changmin had to keep Yoochun upright and take off their clothes at the same time. He swooned and moaned and dry heaved before Changmin could get him into the shower.
The water was almost cold, but Yoochun’s skin and body were too warm. He sagged into it, and Changmin climbed into the shower to hold him up and rinse him clean. He was careful of the new cuts and welts on his back.
“Stupid, so very stupid,” Changmin muttered.
“He always has been.”
Changmin jerked his head up and watched with wide eyes as Yoohwan stripped. He looked down and then looked away, flushing and actually using Yoochun as a shield to his own body.
“You hold him up, hyung. I’ll clean him.”
Changmin did not trust himself to open his mouth so he nodded. He held up Yoochun mostly unresponsive body while his brother cleaned him off. Yoohwan was quick, and after their shower held Yoochun up while Changmin dried him off. He did not put on clothes as he led the way back to Changmin’s bedroom.
Flushing, Changmin put on sweatpants because even if Yoohwan was worried about his brother, he kept looking at Changmin’s dick. And smiling.
Between the two of them, they lowered Yoochun onto the futon and covered him up. Without saying anything else, Yoohwan slid in next to him, fingers and lips dancing up and down the skin of his shoulders and neck.
Changmin watched as Yoochun rolled toward his brother’s warmth, still awake, but barely, and he smiled and lifted an arm to settle against Yoohwan’s side. It seemed the only effort he could manage. And a kiss to his brother’s lips.
Changmin turned away, blaming the jealousy, anger, and irritation on being so very tired. It had been a long day. He collapsed onto the couch just as the sky outside his window lightened with dawn.
---
Changmin woke up to soft touches on his back and side. He moaned and rolled over, burying his face into the back of his couch. The soft hand moved over his back, fingers sweeping back and forth down his spine. The touch felt amazing and was such a pleasant way to wake up. But it was wrong. The fingers not quite long or rough enough.
Changmin sat up with a mild curse, blinking his eyes to clear out the sleep-muddled fog. He glanced at the floor where Yoohwan was kneeling.
“Fuck,” Changmin muttered.
“Okay.”
Changmin raised an eyebrow.
“Yoochun’s in the shower. We have about five minutes. I won’t need that long.”
Changmin sagged back into the couch. Yoohwan touched his knee and Changmin jerked away, standing up too quickly.
“Stop it,” he muttered.
Yoohwan smiled. “Fine, fine.”
Changmin went to the bathroom and pissed. He did not flush the toilet because that would turn Yoochun’s shower ice cold. He pondered the closed curtain and with a sigh, slipped the sweats off and then climbed into the shower with Yoochun.
Yoochun turned his back without saying anything.
Changmin surged on and wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s waist. “Safer here,” he muttered into the wet skin of his neck.
“Huh?”
“Your brother has wandering hands. It’s safer here with you.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Yeah, he does.” Yoochun took Changmin’s arm and held his hand under the spray of water. It stung in the cuts on his knuckles from punching that man. “I thought ... it was a dream. I had lots of dreams.”
“I have lots of dreams, too.”
Yoochun finally turned in his arms and his eyes shut with a quiet sigh. Changmin tilted his head back and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“You did not have to come and get me.”
Changmin replied with a smile, “Yes, I did.”
“Yoohwan says you brought all our stuff.”
“Yeah, after punching out who I assume was your landlord I didn’t think he’d let you back.”
Yoochun huffed and turned his head, pressing his cheek to Changmin’s shoulder. “I ... thank you for letting Yoohwan stay. He ... he said he was going to have Yoohwan taken ... put in with a pimp. I ... I did it ... he wanted payment, to keep the gang away. I had to. I need to take care of my brother.”
Changmin ran his hand over the back of Yoochun’s wet hair. “And who is going to take care of you?”
He stiffened. “We don’t need you,” he said quietly.
That hurt, but Changmin understood. He hugged Yoochun tightly. “I know,” he said finally. “You have proven that you only need each other. But if you let me, if you let yourself, take this chance. Take it because it will make life easier for you. You won’t have to fight as hard. You can fight, but why should you if you don’t have to?”
There was another long silence. “We’ll stay for a little while.”
“That’s all I’m asking.”
Yoochun pulled his head away and smiled up at him. “Thanks, hyung. I still think you’re a creepy stalker.”
Changmin laughed. “Maybe a little.”
They ended their shower, dried off and then dressed in the bedroom. Changmin went right to the coffee pot. Yoochun went right to his brother. He smacked the back of his head.
“Keep your hands off my boyfriend.”
Yoohwan cursed at him and then smiled. “Just my hands?”
“And your lips, and your tongue, and your teeth, and your feet, and your skin, and your hair--”
Yoohwan laughed. “Okay, okay. Fine.”
“And your cock,” Yoochun said pointedly.
“Damn. I was hoping you’d forget that one.”
Yoochun stuck his tongue out and then sagged onto the couch next to Yoohwan, who slid over and hugged him. Yoohwan met Changmin’s eyes and he winked.
---
It was weird to have people in his apartment. He kept forgetting over the next two weeks. He’d walk out into the kitchen in just boxers or sometimes naked depending on the hour of the night, and forget about Yoohwan until the younger boy whistled at him. Changmin blamed his work schedule. He’d always lived in this half-fog of work and sleep, but now it included brothers, kisses, touches, and blow jobs sometimes.
The minor embarrassment was worth it to see both brothers smile more, laugh more, and eat more, and to hear Yoohwan cough less.
Changmin had woken up alone at one in the morning for a shift that started at three, but a quick glance in the living room showed both brothers curled together. Only Yoochun was awake. Changmin smiled at him before going into the kitchen.
“He had a coughing fit.”
“Take him to our bed,” Changmin said. “I’m not going back into it until I get off work.”
Yoochun smiled. “I will when he wakes up. I don’t want him to wake up yet. He just fell back to sleep.”
“Do you need some money for his medicine?”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed, and he looked away.
Changmin sighed. “If you need money, just ask me, okay?”
“You know I won’t.”
“I know.” Changmin bit his lip and did not ask if Yoochun was still selling himself. Yoochun knew his work schedule. He could leave after Changmin and come home right before Changmin, and tell Yoohwan not to say anything. Yoohwan wouldn’t because the brothers were loyal to each other first.
But ...
A relationship was based on trust and communication. Changmin knew that, and so he did not pry or demand or ask. He did not accuse or manipulate. He drank his coffee and got ready for work.
---
Changmin wanted to have sex with Yoochun. He wanted to every single day. But everyday, something managed to get in their way.
Yoohwan.
If he knew what they were doing or even suspected, he would cheer through the walls, or wolf whistle or ask to join, and that was the quickest way to kill his boner. He was persistent and annoying. Changmin wasn’t sure how much of it was jealousy and how much of it was just Yoohwan being a fourteen-year-old brat.
But Yoochun was also hesitant. He woke Changmin up most mornings with lips on his cock, but other than that, nothing. Changmin did not understand. He needed to talk to Yoochun, but not with Yoohwan.
Yoohwan needed to get out of the house. He remembered their conversation about Yoohwan wanting to work, and luckily, he knew a place.
He’d call Jaejoong and see if he had a position available for Yoohwan a couple days a week. His relationship with Jaejoong had started with Changmin searching for an apartment, wandering into a cafe, and ending up in a back room with Jaejoong’s ankles around his shoulders and his nail marks down his back. He never did call in that favor that Jaejoong had gasped into his ear along with an apology for drawing blood.
---
“You want me to hire a fourteen-year-old?”
“He’s almost fifteen,” Changmin said. “At least meet him. And only for a couple days a week. He’s sick, but he needs to get out of the house. I’m going crazy.”
“What? You are not making sense.”
“I’m working a weird shift today. I’ll stop by after work and explain.”
Jaejoong huffed into the phone. “Fine, dongsaeng, but this is all sorts of crazy.”
Changmin smiled. “I know.”
---
Changmin showed up at a little after ten a.m. He’d just missed the morning rush and was lucky enough to be at Jaejoong’s cafe right before lunch. The place was always packed because of the good coffee, the good food, and the pretty, pretty owner who flirted with everyone that walked through his door.
Jaejoong saw him and floated over to him. His hair was blond again, cut in waves around his face, and his body was wrapped in jeans too tight and an obscene, clingy blue shirt that dipped between his pec muscles. He smiled his pretty smile, red just touching his pale cheeks. He hurried from behind the counter, shouted at one of his workers to make Changmin a white chocolate mint latte and then wrapped his arms around Changmin’s neck and hugged him.
Changmin froze for a moment but hugged him back, his arms going around Jaejoong’s tiny waste.
“You look amazing,” Jaejoong said, pulling away, “even half dead off a long shift from work. Why did I ever stop wrapping my legs around your neck?”
Changmin smiled. “Something prettier than me walked by.”
Jaejoong smirked. “Not much out there that is prettier than you.”
Changmin rolled his eyes and did not protest when Jaejoong hooked his arm through Changmin’s and dragged him to the back room. After the first time they had fucked in Jaejoong’s office, Changmin had returned for more just a few times. Jaejoong was addicting.
They talked about Changmin’s job until the employee brought Changmin his coffee and Jaejoong asked “Darling Minho” if he would please close the door.
“So what do you need?” Jaejoong asked.
---
“You what?” Yoochun demanded.
“I got Yoohwan a job.”
“He can’t work.”
“Hyung--”
Yoochun held out a hand to silence his brother. “He is sick. He needs--”
“Fuck you!” Yoohwan shouted.
Yoochun winced but did not even look at him. “He cannot work.”
Changmin smiled. “Yes, he can. Jaejoong is going to let him do clean up, in the back of the cafe, two days a week to start. It will get him out of the house and give him some of his own money to spend.”
“Where?” Yoohwan asked.
Changmin turned to him and said, “Kiss B Cafe. My friend Jaejoong owns it. He was a bit reluctant to hire someone so young, but I told him that it was only for a few days a week, and just to see if you could do it. I think you can do it.”
“I can.”
“No,” Yoochun said, spinning to face his brother. “You can’t. You’re--”
“I am not sick!” Yoohwan said, but the outburst caused him to curl up on himself and cough.
Yoochun crossed his arms and waited until the spasm passed.
Changmin shook his head. “It took a lot of persuading for Jaejoong to agree to this. Yoohwan wants to work. He wants a job. Let him work. Let him strengthen his lungs. Let him have some of his own money that he can earn without getting on his knees for someone and money that he can spend on whatever he wants.”
Yoohwan smirked, face a little pale from the coughing. “I don’t mind earning money from my knees.”
“No,” Yoochun snapped.
Yoohwan sighed and moved toward his brother. “Let me try, okay? You’re always telling me you want me to do something normal. Well, this will be normal.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I know. Let me do it anyway.”
Yoochun did not uncross his arms as his brother hugged him and pressed a kiss below his ear. He huffed and shifted, but only because he was trying to stay angry.
“Besides,” Yoohwan added. “It’ll give you two time to fuck without having to worry about me listening in.”
Yoochun met Changmin’s eyes, and Changmin knew he’d been caught, though he was not surprised that Yoohwan had figured it out.
Finally, Yoochun nodded. “Fine, but if it’s too much for you ...”
“No more difficult than trying to breathe with a cock down my throat.”
Yoochun growled, hooked his hand around his brother’s neck, and yanked him forward for a firm kiss. “You are not allowed to do that.”
Yoohwan smirked. “I know.”
Yoochun shoved his brother away, though not harshly, and stomped his way to the bathroom. The door slammed.
“Thanks, Changmin-hyung,” Yoohwan said and smiled. “I appreciate it even if you only did it so you could fuck my brother.”
Changmin rubbed the back of his neck. “That was only part of it.”
“Most of it.”
Changmin nodded. “Okay, most of it.”
Yoohwan chuckled. “Is my new boss hot?”
“I heard that!” Yoochun shouted from the bathroom. “Not allowed!”
Changmin smiled. “He’s gorgeous.”
“Good.”
Part 8: Sex (and Love)
Part 6: Safety
Part 5: Courage
Part 4: Understanding
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 7: Work
Pretty much inspired by this picture:
Changmin carried Yoochun into his apartment. Yoohwan was pacing a track in his floor, but stopped and shouted his brother’s name.
Yoochun’s head lolled to the side and he smiled, loopily.
Yoohwan stopped just short of him, and Changmin settled Yoochun onto his couch. Yoohwan kneeled on the floor and moved sweaty hair off Yoochun’s forehead. “Hyung.”
“Get him some water,” Changmin said. “I’ll be right back.”
Changmin went back to the car and grabbed the bags of the boys’ possessions.
“Sorry,” Yoohwan said right away. “He threw up on your floor.”
The smell invaded Changmin’s nose and he gagged. “That’s ... good ... gross. Yeah.”
Yoohwan scrambled to his feet. “I’ll clean it up. I didn’t want to leave him alone.”
Changmin nodded. He set the bags down on the floor and went back to the couch. He scooped Yoochun up in his arms, huffing at the effort, and took him into the bathroom. Stripping took a few minutes because Changmin had to keep Yoochun upright and take off their clothes at the same time. He swooned and moaned and dry heaved before Changmin could get him into the shower.
The water was almost cold, but Yoochun’s skin and body were too warm. He sagged into it, and Changmin climbed into the shower to hold him up and rinse him clean. He was careful of the new cuts and welts on his back.
“Stupid, so very stupid,” Changmin muttered.
“He always has been.”
Changmin jerked his head up and watched with wide eyes as Yoohwan stripped. He looked down and then looked away, flushing and actually using Yoochun as a shield to his own body.
“You hold him up, hyung. I’ll clean him.”
Changmin did not trust himself to open his mouth so he nodded. He held up Yoochun mostly unresponsive body while his brother cleaned him off. Yoohwan was quick, and after their shower held Yoochun up while Changmin dried him off. He did not put on clothes as he led the way back to Changmin’s bedroom.
Flushing, Changmin put on sweatpants because even if Yoohwan was worried about his brother, he kept looking at Changmin’s dick. And smiling.
Between the two of them, they lowered Yoochun onto the futon and covered him up. Without saying anything else, Yoohwan slid in next to him, fingers and lips dancing up and down the skin of his shoulders and neck.
Changmin watched as Yoochun rolled toward his brother’s warmth, still awake, but barely, and he smiled and lifted an arm to settle against Yoohwan’s side. It seemed the only effort he could manage. And a kiss to his brother’s lips.
Changmin turned away, blaming the jealousy, anger, and irritation on being so very tired. It had been a long day. He collapsed onto the couch just as the sky outside his window lightened with dawn.
---
Changmin woke up to soft touches on his back and side. He moaned and rolled over, burying his face into the back of his couch. The soft hand moved over his back, fingers sweeping back and forth down his spine. The touch felt amazing and was such a pleasant way to wake up. But it was wrong. The fingers not quite long or rough enough.
Changmin sat up with a mild curse, blinking his eyes to clear out the sleep-muddled fog. He glanced at the floor where Yoohwan was kneeling.
“Fuck,” Changmin muttered.
“Okay.”
Changmin raised an eyebrow.
“Yoochun’s in the shower. We have about five minutes. I won’t need that long.”
Changmin sagged back into the couch. Yoohwan touched his knee and Changmin jerked away, standing up too quickly.
“Stop it,” he muttered.
Yoohwan smiled. “Fine, fine.”
Changmin went to the bathroom and pissed. He did not flush the toilet because that would turn Yoochun’s shower ice cold. He pondered the closed curtain and with a sigh, slipped the sweats off and then climbed into the shower with Yoochun.
Yoochun turned his back without saying anything.
Changmin surged on and wrapped his arms around Yoochun’s waist. “Safer here,” he muttered into the wet skin of his neck.
“Huh?”
“Your brother has wandering hands. It’s safer here with you.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Yeah, he does.” Yoochun took Changmin’s arm and held his hand under the spray of water. It stung in the cuts on his knuckles from punching that man. “I thought ... it was a dream. I had lots of dreams.”
“I have lots of dreams, too.”
Yoochun finally turned in his arms and his eyes shut with a quiet sigh. Changmin tilted his head back and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“You did not have to come and get me.”
Changmin replied with a smile, “Yes, I did.”
“Yoohwan says you brought all our stuff.”
“Yeah, after punching out who I assume was your landlord I didn’t think he’d let you back.”
Yoochun huffed and turned his head, pressing his cheek to Changmin’s shoulder. “I ... thank you for letting Yoohwan stay. He ... he said he was going to have Yoohwan taken ... put in with a pimp. I ... I did it ... he wanted payment, to keep the gang away. I had to. I need to take care of my brother.”
Changmin ran his hand over the back of Yoochun’s wet hair. “And who is going to take care of you?”
He stiffened. “We don’t need you,” he said quietly.
That hurt, but Changmin understood. He hugged Yoochun tightly. “I know,” he said finally. “You have proven that you only need each other. But if you let me, if you let yourself, take this chance. Take it because it will make life easier for you. You won’t have to fight as hard. You can fight, but why should you if you don’t have to?”
There was another long silence. “We’ll stay for a little while.”
“That’s all I’m asking.”
Yoochun pulled his head away and smiled up at him. “Thanks, hyung. I still think you’re a creepy stalker.”
Changmin laughed. “Maybe a little.”
They ended their shower, dried off and then dressed in the bedroom. Changmin went right to the coffee pot. Yoochun went right to his brother. He smacked the back of his head.
“Keep your hands off my boyfriend.”
Yoohwan cursed at him and then smiled. “Just my hands?”
“And your lips, and your tongue, and your teeth, and your feet, and your skin, and your hair--”
Yoohwan laughed. “Okay, okay. Fine.”
“And your cock,” Yoochun said pointedly.
“Damn. I was hoping you’d forget that one.”
Yoochun stuck his tongue out and then sagged onto the couch next to Yoohwan, who slid over and hugged him. Yoohwan met Changmin’s eyes and he winked.
---
It was weird to have people in his apartment. He kept forgetting over the next two weeks. He’d walk out into the kitchen in just boxers or sometimes naked depending on the hour of the night, and forget about Yoohwan until the younger boy whistled at him. Changmin blamed his work schedule. He’d always lived in this half-fog of work and sleep, but now it included brothers, kisses, touches, and blow jobs sometimes.
The minor embarrassment was worth it to see both brothers smile more, laugh more, and eat more, and to hear Yoohwan cough less.
Changmin had woken up alone at one in the morning for a shift that started at three, but a quick glance in the living room showed both brothers curled together. Only Yoochun was awake. Changmin smiled at him before going into the kitchen.
“He had a coughing fit.”
“Take him to our bed,” Changmin said. “I’m not going back into it until I get off work.”
Yoochun smiled. “I will when he wakes up. I don’t want him to wake up yet. He just fell back to sleep.”
“Do you need some money for his medicine?”
Yoochun’s eyes narrowed, and he looked away.
Changmin sighed. “If you need money, just ask me, okay?”
“You know I won’t.”
“I know.” Changmin bit his lip and did not ask if Yoochun was still selling himself. Yoochun knew his work schedule. He could leave after Changmin and come home right before Changmin, and tell Yoohwan not to say anything. Yoohwan wouldn’t because the brothers were loyal to each other first.
But ...
A relationship was based on trust and communication. Changmin knew that, and so he did not pry or demand or ask. He did not accuse or manipulate. He drank his coffee and got ready for work.
---
Changmin wanted to have sex with Yoochun. He wanted to every single day. But everyday, something managed to get in their way.
Yoohwan.
If he knew what they were doing or even suspected, he would cheer through the walls, or wolf whistle or ask to join, and that was the quickest way to kill his boner. He was persistent and annoying. Changmin wasn’t sure how much of it was jealousy and how much of it was just Yoohwan being a fourteen-year-old brat.
But Yoochun was also hesitant. He woke Changmin up most mornings with lips on his cock, but other than that, nothing. Changmin did not understand. He needed to talk to Yoochun, but not with Yoohwan.
Yoohwan needed to get out of the house. He remembered their conversation about Yoohwan wanting to work, and luckily, he knew a place.
He’d call Jaejoong and see if he had a position available for Yoohwan a couple days a week. His relationship with Jaejoong had started with Changmin searching for an apartment, wandering into a cafe, and ending up in a back room with Jaejoong’s ankles around his shoulders and his nail marks down his back. He never did call in that favor that Jaejoong had gasped into his ear along with an apology for drawing blood.
---
“You want me to hire a fourteen-year-old?”
“He’s almost fifteen,” Changmin said. “At least meet him. And only for a couple days a week. He’s sick, but he needs to get out of the house. I’m going crazy.”
“What? You are not making sense.”
“I’m working a weird shift today. I’ll stop by after work and explain.”
Jaejoong huffed into the phone. “Fine, dongsaeng, but this is all sorts of crazy.”
Changmin smiled. “I know.”
---
Changmin showed up at a little after ten a.m. He’d just missed the morning rush and was lucky enough to be at Jaejoong’s cafe right before lunch. The place was always packed because of the good coffee, the good food, and the pretty, pretty owner who flirted with everyone that walked through his door.
Jaejoong saw him and floated over to him. His hair was blond again, cut in waves around his face, and his body was wrapped in jeans too tight and an obscene, clingy blue shirt that dipped between his pec muscles. He smiled his pretty smile, red just touching his pale cheeks. He hurried from behind the counter, shouted at one of his workers to make Changmin a white chocolate mint latte and then wrapped his arms around Changmin’s neck and hugged him.
Changmin froze for a moment but hugged him back, his arms going around Jaejoong’s tiny waste.
“You look amazing,” Jaejoong said, pulling away, “even half dead off a long shift from work. Why did I ever stop wrapping my legs around your neck?”
Changmin smiled. “Something prettier than me walked by.”
Jaejoong smirked. “Not much out there that is prettier than you.”
Changmin rolled his eyes and did not protest when Jaejoong hooked his arm through Changmin’s and dragged him to the back room. After the first time they had fucked in Jaejoong’s office, Changmin had returned for more just a few times. Jaejoong was addicting.
They talked about Changmin’s job until the employee brought Changmin his coffee and Jaejoong asked “Darling Minho” if he would please close the door.
“So what do you need?” Jaejoong asked.
---
“You what?” Yoochun demanded.
“I got Yoohwan a job.”
“He can’t work.”
“Hyung--”
Yoochun held out a hand to silence his brother. “He is sick. He needs--”
“Fuck you!” Yoohwan shouted.
Yoochun winced but did not even look at him. “He cannot work.”
Changmin smiled. “Yes, he can. Jaejoong is going to let him do clean up, in the back of the cafe, two days a week to start. It will get him out of the house and give him some of his own money to spend.”
“Where?” Yoohwan asked.
Changmin turned to him and said, “Kiss B Cafe. My friend Jaejoong owns it. He was a bit reluctant to hire someone so young, but I told him that it was only for a few days a week, and just to see if you could do it. I think you can do it.”
“I can.”
“No,” Yoochun said, spinning to face his brother. “You can’t. You’re--”
“I am not sick!” Yoohwan said, but the outburst caused him to curl up on himself and cough.
Yoochun crossed his arms and waited until the spasm passed.
Changmin shook his head. “It took a lot of persuading for Jaejoong to agree to this. Yoohwan wants to work. He wants a job. Let him work. Let him strengthen his lungs. Let him have some of his own money that he can earn without getting on his knees for someone and money that he can spend on whatever he wants.”
Yoohwan smirked, face a little pale from the coughing. “I don’t mind earning money from my knees.”
“No,” Yoochun snapped.
Yoohwan sighed and moved toward his brother. “Let me try, okay? You’re always telling me you want me to do something normal. Well, this will be normal.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I know. Let me do it anyway.”
Yoochun did not uncross his arms as his brother hugged him and pressed a kiss below his ear. He huffed and shifted, but only because he was trying to stay angry.
“Besides,” Yoohwan added. “It’ll give you two time to fuck without having to worry about me listening in.”
Yoochun met Changmin’s eyes, and Changmin knew he’d been caught, though he was not surprised that Yoohwan had figured it out.
Finally, Yoochun nodded. “Fine, but if it’s too much for you ...”
“No more difficult than trying to breathe with a cock down my throat.”
Yoochun growled, hooked his hand around his brother’s neck, and yanked him forward for a firm kiss. “You are not allowed to do that.”
Yoohwan smirked. “I know.”
Yoochun shoved his brother away, though not harshly, and stomped his way to the bathroom. The door slammed.
“Thanks, Changmin-hyung,” Yoohwan said and smiled. “I appreciate it even if you only did it so you could fuck my brother.”
Changmin rubbed the back of his neck. “That was only part of it.”
“Most of it.”
Changmin nodded. “Okay, most of it.”
Yoohwan chuckled. “Is my new boss hot?”
“I heard that!” Yoochun shouted from the bathroom. “Not allowed!”
Changmin smiled. “He’s gorgeous.”
“Good.”
Part 8: Sex (and Love)
Part 6: Safety
Part 5: Courage
Part 4: Understanding
Part 3: Trust
Part 2: Need
Part 1: Concern
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