Teach Me 1/4?
Title: Teach Me 1/4?
Pairing: Yunho/Yoohwan (Changmin/Yoochun, minor Jaejoong/Yoohwan)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to mess around with and make awesome pairings with.
Summary: Yoohwan is so tired of listening to his brother and Changmin fuck. It's just another reminder that he is alone, that his brother doesn't need or want him anymore. He wants someone to hold, someone to kiss, someone to touch. Enter Yunho, the sexy latte boy at Kiss B. But with an overprotective brother, even that relationship is doomed to fail as nothing more than a fuck.
A/N: This fic is a sequel of sorts to the Changmin/Yoochun fic Follow Me but I don't think you need to read that one to read this one.
Warnings: implied past!rape, pedophilia, prostitution, abuse, incest. But none of those things happens in this fic.
Yoohwan is 15, Yunho is 18.
Part 1:
Yoohwan glanced at his phone again. It still read 3:15 a.m. He took a deep breath before scrolling through his contacts.
Stupid.
So stupid.
But he had to get out of that apartment. He’d been able to block out the first round, but hearing his brother begging and whimpering for Changmin to touch him had been just about enough, thank you very much.
He probably should have just put on music or headphones, but even with them, he could hear the thump of the bed against the wall.
He probably shouldn’t have left the apartment. Yoochun-hyung was going to be pissed when he woke up and saw that Yoohwan had gone. He had left a note at least.
Hyungs - You’re loud. We need an apartment with soundproofed walls. I’m going to Jaejoong’s. Love you.
And now he was at Jaejoong’s.
Stupid.
So stupid.
He pressed the call button. The first time, the call went to voicemail. But the second time, a groggy voice answered.
“Yoohwannie? What’s wrong?”
“Are you home?” he asked.
“Yeah. Sleeping. ‘swrong?”
“Can you let me in?”
“What?”
Yoohwan hit the button on the outside of the building, knowing it was buzzing inside Jaejoong’s apartment.
Yoohwan heard the sound of cloth moving and Jaejoong stumbling, probably down his hallway. “Fuck, why are you here?”
“That’s why.”
“What?”
Yoohwan laughed. “Not with you, hyung, but my brother. He’s a screamer. Too loud.” The door latch clicked and Yoohwan opened it up. “Thanks, hyung. I’ll explain when I get up there.”
“The door is unlocked.”
Yoohwan disconnected the call. He took the elevator up to Jaejoong’s floor, and then walked down the hallway. He wasn’t really that tired. He’d been having a lot of problems sleeping lately and only part of them were from his cough and horny roommates.
Jaejoong stood just inside the door, leaning against the wall. He was barechested. God, even wearing bright pink pajama bottoms, Jaejoong was sexy. All muscles and skin and tattoos and piercings. Yoohwan wasn’t sure if the pants were supposed to be for a girl or not, but they were tantalizingly low, and only a small push would have them around Jaejoong’s ankles. Yoohwan shivered.
Jaejoong yawned and waved. “Morning, dongsaeng.”
Yoohwan smiled. He took off his shoes and lined them up with Jaejoong’s collection.
Jaejoong motioned him into the main room and then waved at the couch. “You can sleep there.”
“Thanks, hyung.”
“You were explaining?”
Yoohwan flopped down on the couch and shut his eyes. “My brother is a screamer. I’m so tired of listening to them have sex.”
Jaejoong chuckled.
“Changmin is ridiculously addicted to him and loyal, and Yoochun-hyung gets mad at me when I ask to join them. I’m just tired of ... yeah.” He stopped there because he wasn’t really sure what Jaejoong knew about his past.
“And Changmin is very good with his cock, so I don’t blame your brother for being a screamer.”
“Ugh.” Yoohwan rubbed his eyes and leaned his elbows on his knees.
Jaejoong ruffled his hair. Before he could move away, Yoohwan snatched his wrist. He looked up at him and tried not to pout. He didn’t want to be too obvious. Or childish.
“Can I sleep with you, hyung?”
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide. “What?”
“Just ... sleep. In your bed. I ... I ...” Again, he did not know how much Jaejoong knew. “I miss ... Before Changmin, I slept with hyung. We only had one bed, and just ... to keep warm, and I miss it. I miss ... I miss lying next to someone, and I just ... never.”
Yoohwan looked away. He hadn’t meant to sound so pathetic and really, he didn’t realize how much he missed his brother in his bed in the platonic sort of way that they had been. He missed the kisses and the touches and the sex, too, but nowhere near as much as he missed his brother’s presence.
Jaejoong smiled and held out his hand. “Keep your hands to yourself, dongsaeng.”
Yoohwan glanced up and bit his lip. “Really, hyung?”
“Yeah, it’s okay.”
Yoohwan smiled widely and took Jaejoong’s hand. Jaejoong hauled him to his feet and then let go.
“I need to see if I can get a couple more hours of sleep before I need to get up.”
“Shit, sorry, hyung,” Yoohwan said. “You don’t have to be at the cafe at five do you?”
“No, Donghae is opening tomorrow ...today. I do need to be there by seven though. I have to do the schedule.”
Yoohwan stopped in the doorway of Jaejoong’s room, suddenly nervous. He really hadn’t shared a bed with anyone but his brother in so long. He swallowed and hurried in before Jaejoong could see how nervous he was.
Jaejoong’s bedroom was all sorts of contradictory. There was a wall of pink Hello Kitty things, but his furniture was very modern, very masculine. His bookcase had more manga than anything else, but another piece of furniture held a sleek television and entertainment system.
With no preamble, Jaejoong slipped his sweats off, leaving his perky little ass in tight boxerbriefs.
Yoohwan licked his lips.
“Just sleeping,” Jaejoong said, almost singing.
Yoohwan glanced up, felt himself blush a little, and smirked to cover the embarrassment from being caught looking. “Then I better keep my clothes on.”
Jaejoong chuckled. Yoohwan sat on the edge of the bed just as Jaejoong turned off the lamp on the bedside table, dousing the room in darkness. He took his shirt off, leaving him in sweats, and climbed under the covers.
“I’m a bit of cuddler with bedmates,” Jaejoong said.
Yoohwan inhaled sharply when Jaejoong’s hand slid over his stomach, around him. He shook and turned on his side. Jaejoong’s arms stayed around him, breath warm on his neck. Yoohwan fought off a cough.
“Relax and sleep,” Jaejoong said. “No sex, remember.”
“Yeah.”
Their entire relationship was based on “no sex.” At first, Yoohwan had been determined to seduce Jaejoong. He knew he could have, but then Jaejoong had said something, proving he knew what Yoohwan was up to. He’d said, “I can’t be your boss if you end up on your knees in my office, Yoohwannie.”
Which is as close to Jaejoong had ever gotten to firing him. And it made him think. Yes, he was a flirt, but it was how he learned to communicate with people. He was learning at the cafe how normal people acted. And he knew that he wasn’t going to get another job, not until he was older. Jaejoong was doing him a favor, and he did not want to put Jaejoong in a situation where he was taking advantage of that. He really liked working at the cafe. And Jaejoong said more than once that if he stayed on, that he’d be given more hours and Jaejoong would teach him how to make the coffee and the baked goods.
Yoohwan learned that he needed that job way more than he needed sex.
---
When Jaejoong’s alarm went off a few hours later, Yoohwan was awake. He had slept for a little while, but it was difficult to shut his brain off and control his cough. He had left in a hurry without medicine. Jaejoong frowned at him, probably knowing he hadn’t slept well, but unlike his brother, Jaejoong did not ask.
Yoohwan sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and watched Jaejoong flutter around his house and get ready for work.
“Can I ask you a very personal question?” Jaejoong asked, finally sitting at the table with something to eat.
Yoohwan took a sip of coffee. “Sure.”
His hyung took a deep breath. “I was thinking about this after you showed up last night. Well, not true. I’ve been wondering for a while.” He cleared his throat. “Are you a virgin?”
Yoohwan smirked. “Virginity. Such a fickle thing.”
“Well, you are or you aren’t.”
“True, but are you because it was taken from you, or--”
“You were raped? God, Yoohwan, I’m ... sorry. I ...”
Yoohwan waved it away. “I wasn’t. Well, not at first, but ...” He looked at the shocked and pitying face of his boss and took another sip of coffee. “Did Changmin tell you how we met him?”
Jaejoong tilted his head in question and then answered, “He met Yoochun randomly on the street. And then he said that you two had a problem with your landlord and you had to move in with him or be homeless.”
“That’s it?” Yoohwan asked in surprise.
“He also told me that you were sick but loyal and a bit devious.”
Yoohwan smiled and shook his head. “I’m not sure we have time for this conversation, hyung.”
Jaejoong glanced at the clock. “I can be late. I am the boss. Tell me.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re better off not knowing.”
“I’ll take that chance, dongsaeng.”
“Okay, but I warned you.” Yoohwan leaned back in the chair and laced his fingers behind his head. “Yoochun-hyung is four years older than I am.”
Jaejoong nodded.
“I was three when our mother died. She committed suicide, though Yoochun-hyung thinks my father killed her to keep her quiet.”
“What?”
“Yeah. He said that our father was always beating my mother, hurting her ... selling her.” Yoohwan shut his eyes for a moment. “Hyung walked into their room once, and this was ... before ... he didn’t know what was going on, but our mom was naked in bed with someone else while our father watched. He didn’t know what sex was yet.”
“I think you're too young to know what sex is.”
Yoohwan laughed. “Yeah, but I’ve known my entire life. After my mother died ... well, Father needed a way to make money again. He started selling Yoochun.”
“Holy fuck.”
“Yeah. Yoochun was eight. He said it started small, just touching, kissing, and only with my father while others watched, and it just escalated from there. My father let men record them and put the videos on the internet. He fucked Yoochun the first time on his tenth birthday. It was a themed video with a cake, presents, candles ... wax.”
“Oh god.”
Yoohwan watched Jaejoong drop his head in his hands. He tried not to feel vindictive. It was hard. “He started the same things with me when I was seven. Yoochun-hyung was protective of me even back then. He took beatings for me. He took men away from me. He exchanged his body for them to leave me alone. I told him that if he had to do it then I should have to do it. He didn’t like that.”
Jaejoong was taking very deep breaths. Yoohwan worried that he was hyperventilating, but he did not interrupt.
“In a fucked up sense of tradition, I lost whatever virginity you want to call it when I was ten. I’d been fingered and fucked with toys before that, but never someone’s cock. So losing my virginity? I don’t know. It depends on your definition, but the first cock inside me was when I was ten and it was my older brother.”
Jaejoong peered at him through his fingers.
“He wanted to be the first because he knew he wouldn’t hurt me. He didn’t. Not really. But it was the nine others after him that hurt. One for every year. I remember my dad telling me that it was the most popular video on the website even two years later.”
“God, he should be in prison.”
“Yeah, he should be. We don’t know where he is though, and it’s ... neither Yoochun nor I have been able to find these websites or anything. I don’t know. We tried when we first ran away, but we were more worried about finding a place to stay and eating. Even on the streets though people will pay a lot for a blowjob from a boy, so Yoochun did that. He wouldn’t let me. I didn’t think he had the right to tell me not to do it too. Changmin met him on a street corner.”
Yoohwan sighed and then added, “We found a guy willing to give us a room for a couple hundred dollars a month. I told him that I’d suck on his cock instead, and one day, Yoochun walked in on me sucking him down and he got pissed and yeah. He sent me to Changmin’s and Changmin found Yoochun drunk and drugged and ... he punched out our landlord and got us evicted.”
“That sounds like Changmin.”
“Hyung is overprotective. He didn’t want me to get a job because I’m sick, but Changmin wanted me out of the apartment so they could fuck. And now I’m here because they’ve suddenly stopped caring if I’m in the apartment or not.”
Jaejoong chuckled and then he broke off the noise with one of pain. “I just ... I can’t ... Fuck.” He moved over to Yoohwan and hugged him. Yoohwan stiffened for only a moment and then relaxed and hugged him back, arms around his small waist, face pressed against his strong chest. It was part of a fantasy, but only part because Jaejoong still had clothes on.
“I can understand why your brother is overprotective,” Jaejoong said. “I would be too.”
Yoohwan nodded. “I know. But he acts like I haven’t gone through the same exact shit as he did. I want to protect him just as much as he wants to protect me.”
Jaejoong pulled away and he ran his fingers over Yoohwan’s cheek. “Can I tell you a secret?”
Yoohwan leaned into the touch and nodded.
“I jerked off to thoughts of your lips on my cock.”
Yoohwan’s eyes shot open. “Huh?”
Jaejoong smiled. “You are very attractive, Yoohwan, but god, you’re way way way too young for me. I’m more than twice your age.”
Yoohwan shrugged. “So what?”
“I understand to you that age doesn’t mean much, but it does to me, and god, I felt guilty for weeks just looking at you after that. What I told you before was true. I can’t be your boss and have that kind of relationship with you. And you need this job.”
Yoohwan nodded. “I know.”
Jaejoong leaned down and pressed a kiss to Yoohwan’s lips.
Yoohwan gasped in surprise, but it wasn’t anything longer and Jaejoong pulled away.
“You are very attractive,” Jaejoong repeated, “so I am going to tell you another secret, but one that you can’t tell anyone else about, okay?”
Yoohwan cleared his throat and tried to get his brain to work again. “O-okay.”
“Jung Yunho thinks you’re hot.”
Yoohwan’s eyes went wide. “Yunho-shi? Really?”
Jaejoong smirked and moved away from him. “I heard him talking to himself in the back room one day. It was about ten minutes before your shift, and as we all know, you like to be early. He was muttering ‘be cool, just ... be cool. he’s just a guy, you know, just a sexy smart funny guy that you want to kiss but yeah just be cool’. I had to go up to the front to keep from laughing.”
“But ... but Yunho-shi is ... he’s ...”
Jaejoong laughed. “Is he too young for you because he isn’t twenty yet?”
“Fuck.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Look, let me tell you something about Yunho. He’s working at the cafe for a few months before he does his army service. He is going to go to college afterwards. Therefore, if you want to have a quick little few-month fling with him, then you can. No obligations. No commitment.”
Yoohwan thought about that. Jung Yunho was hot. And now that he thought about it, Yoohwan had noticed the way Yunho-shi blushed around him sometimes.
“He is working today at ten. Maybe you can come by and see ... I don’t know. See if he wants to watch a movie or something. You told me before you wanted money of your own to spend on things you want. Take him on a date.”
Yoohwan bit his lip. “I’ve never asked anyone out before. Hell, I’ve never been asked out. Propositioned, ordered, controlled, but you know ... requested? Wow. This is weird. What do I say?”
“Be honest,” Jaejoong said with a smile. “Just tell him you think he’s cute and ask him if he wants to go out after his shift.”
“I’m not sure ... I ... are you sure he likes me?”
“He follows you around and watches every single move you make when you’re in the lobby. I’ve had to call his attention back to drink orders before he screws them up. Trust me. He likes you.”
Yoohwan bit his lip. This was something brand new. He’d never had anything like this before. Could he do that? Could he go out with Yunho the way his brother went out with Changmin? He wasn’t sure.
“I have to go, dongsaeng,” Jaejoong said and moved in close again. “You tell your brother I kissed you and I’ll lose my testicles.”
Yoohwan laughed. He reached up and gripped Jaejoong’s shirt. He surged up and kissed Jaejoong firmly. “Thanks for letting me stay over, hyung.”
Jaejoong nodded, eyes a little glassy. “Brat.”
Part 2: Alone
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Pairing: Yunho/Yoohwan (Changmin/Yoochun, minor Jaejoong/Yoohwan)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to mess around with and make awesome pairings with.
Summary: Yoohwan is so tired of listening to his brother and Changmin fuck. It's just another reminder that he is alone, that his brother doesn't need or want him anymore. He wants someone to hold, someone to kiss, someone to touch. Enter Yunho, the sexy latte boy at Kiss B. But with an overprotective brother, even that relationship is doomed to fail as nothing more than a fuck.
A/N: This fic is a sequel of sorts to the Changmin/Yoochun fic Follow Me but I don't think you need to read that one to read this one.
Warnings: implied past!rape, pedophilia, prostitution, abuse, incest. But none of those things happens in this fic.
Yoohwan is 15, Yunho is 18.
Part 1:
Yoohwan glanced at his phone again. It still read 3:15 a.m. He took a deep breath before scrolling through his contacts.
Stupid.
So stupid.
But he had to get out of that apartment. He’d been able to block out the first round, but hearing his brother begging and whimpering for Changmin to touch him had been just about enough, thank you very much.
He probably should have just put on music or headphones, but even with them, he could hear the thump of the bed against the wall.
He probably shouldn’t have left the apartment. Yoochun-hyung was going to be pissed when he woke up and saw that Yoohwan had gone. He had left a note at least.
Hyungs - You’re loud. We need an apartment with soundproofed walls. I’m going to Jaejoong’s. Love you.
And now he was at Jaejoong’s.
Stupid.
So stupid.
He pressed the call button. The first time, the call went to voicemail. But the second time, a groggy voice answered.
“Yoohwannie? What’s wrong?”
“Are you home?” he asked.
“Yeah. Sleeping. ‘swrong?”
“Can you let me in?”
“What?”
Yoohwan hit the button on the outside of the building, knowing it was buzzing inside Jaejoong’s apartment.
Yoohwan heard the sound of cloth moving and Jaejoong stumbling, probably down his hallway. “Fuck, why are you here?”
“That’s why.”
“What?”
Yoohwan laughed. “Not with you, hyung, but my brother. He’s a screamer. Too loud.” The door latch clicked and Yoohwan opened it up. “Thanks, hyung. I’ll explain when I get up there.”
“The door is unlocked.”
Yoohwan disconnected the call. He took the elevator up to Jaejoong’s floor, and then walked down the hallway. He wasn’t really that tired. He’d been having a lot of problems sleeping lately and only part of them were from his cough and horny roommates.
Jaejoong stood just inside the door, leaning against the wall. He was barechested. God, even wearing bright pink pajama bottoms, Jaejoong was sexy. All muscles and skin and tattoos and piercings. Yoohwan wasn’t sure if the pants were supposed to be for a girl or not, but they were tantalizingly low, and only a small push would have them around Jaejoong’s ankles. Yoohwan shivered.
Jaejoong yawned and waved. “Morning, dongsaeng.”
Yoohwan smiled. He took off his shoes and lined them up with Jaejoong’s collection.
Jaejoong motioned him into the main room and then waved at the couch. “You can sleep there.”
“Thanks, hyung.”
“You were explaining?”
Yoohwan flopped down on the couch and shut his eyes. “My brother is a screamer. I’m so tired of listening to them have sex.”
Jaejoong chuckled.
“Changmin is ridiculously addicted to him and loyal, and Yoochun-hyung gets mad at me when I ask to join them. I’m just tired of ... yeah.” He stopped there because he wasn’t really sure what Jaejoong knew about his past.
“And Changmin is very good with his cock, so I don’t blame your brother for being a screamer.”
“Ugh.” Yoohwan rubbed his eyes and leaned his elbows on his knees.
Jaejoong ruffled his hair. Before he could move away, Yoohwan snatched his wrist. He looked up at him and tried not to pout. He didn’t want to be too obvious. Or childish.
“Can I sleep with you, hyung?”
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide. “What?”
“Just ... sleep. In your bed. I ... I ...” Again, he did not know how much Jaejoong knew. “I miss ... Before Changmin, I slept with hyung. We only had one bed, and just ... to keep warm, and I miss it. I miss ... I miss lying next to someone, and I just ... never.”
Yoohwan looked away. He hadn’t meant to sound so pathetic and really, he didn’t realize how much he missed his brother in his bed in the platonic sort of way that they had been. He missed the kisses and the touches and the sex, too, but nowhere near as much as he missed his brother’s presence.
Jaejoong smiled and held out his hand. “Keep your hands to yourself, dongsaeng.”
Yoohwan glanced up and bit his lip. “Really, hyung?”
“Yeah, it’s okay.”
Yoohwan smiled widely and took Jaejoong’s hand. Jaejoong hauled him to his feet and then let go.
“I need to see if I can get a couple more hours of sleep before I need to get up.”
“Shit, sorry, hyung,” Yoohwan said. “You don’t have to be at the cafe at five do you?”
“No, Donghae is opening tomorrow ...today. I do need to be there by seven though. I have to do the schedule.”
Yoohwan stopped in the doorway of Jaejoong’s room, suddenly nervous. He really hadn’t shared a bed with anyone but his brother in so long. He swallowed and hurried in before Jaejoong could see how nervous he was.
Jaejoong’s bedroom was all sorts of contradictory. There was a wall of pink Hello Kitty things, but his furniture was very modern, very masculine. His bookcase had more manga than anything else, but another piece of furniture held a sleek television and entertainment system.
With no preamble, Jaejoong slipped his sweats off, leaving his perky little ass in tight boxerbriefs.
Yoohwan licked his lips.
“Just sleeping,” Jaejoong said, almost singing.
Yoohwan glanced up, felt himself blush a little, and smirked to cover the embarrassment from being caught looking. “Then I better keep my clothes on.”
Jaejoong chuckled. Yoohwan sat on the edge of the bed just as Jaejoong turned off the lamp on the bedside table, dousing the room in darkness. He took his shirt off, leaving him in sweats, and climbed under the covers.
“I’m a bit of cuddler with bedmates,” Jaejoong said.
Yoohwan inhaled sharply when Jaejoong’s hand slid over his stomach, around him. He shook and turned on his side. Jaejoong’s arms stayed around him, breath warm on his neck. Yoohwan fought off a cough.
“Relax and sleep,” Jaejoong said. “No sex, remember.”
“Yeah.”
Their entire relationship was based on “no sex.” At first, Yoohwan had been determined to seduce Jaejoong. He knew he could have, but then Jaejoong had said something, proving he knew what Yoohwan was up to. He’d said, “I can’t be your boss if you end up on your knees in my office, Yoohwannie.”
Which is as close to Jaejoong had ever gotten to firing him. And it made him think. Yes, he was a flirt, but it was how he learned to communicate with people. He was learning at the cafe how normal people acted. And he knew that he wasn’t going to get another job, not until he was older. Jaejoong was doing him a favor, and he did not want to put Jaejoong in a situation where he was taking advantage of that. He really liked working at the cafe. And Jaejoong said more than once that if he stayed on, that he’d be given more hours and Jaejoong would teach him how to make the coffee and the baked goods.
Yoohwan learned that he needed that job way more than he needed sex.
---
When Jaejoong’s alarm went off a few hours later, Yoohwan was awake. He had slept for a little while, but it was difficult to shut his brain off and control his cough. He had left in a hurry without medicine. Jaejoong frowned at him, probably knowing he hadn’t slept well, but unlike his brother, Jaejoong did not ask.
Yoohwan sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and watched Jaejoong flutter around his house and get ready for work.
“Can I ask you a very personal question?” Jaejoong asked, finally sitting at the table with something to eat.
Yoohwan took a sip of coffee. “Sure.”
His hyung took a deep breath. “I was thinking about this after you showed up last night. Well, not true. I’ve been wondering for a while.” He cleared his throat. “Are you a virgin?”
Yoohwan smirked. “Virginity. Such a fickle thing.”
“Well, you are or you aren’t.”
“True, but are you because it was taken from you, or--”
“You were raped? God, Yoohwan, I’m ... sorry. I ...”
Yoohwan waved it away. “I wasn’t. Well, not at first, but ...” He looked at the shocked and pitying face of his boss and took another sip of coffee. “Did Changmin tell you how we met him?”
Jaejoong tilted his head in question and then answered, “He met Yoochun randomly on the street. And then he said that you two had a problem with your landlord and you had to move in with him or be homeless.”
“That’s it?” Yoohwan asked in surprise.
“He also told me that you were sick but loyal and a bit devious.”
Yoohwan smiled and shook his head. “I’m not sure we have time for this conversation, hyung.”
Jaejoong glanced at the clock. “I can be late. I am the boss. Tell me.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re better off not knowing.”
“I’ll take that chance, dongsaeng.”
“Okay, but I warned you.” Yoohwan leaned back in the chair and laced his fingers behind his head. “Yoochun-hyung is four years older than I am.”
Jaejoong nodded.
“I was three when our mother died. She committed suicide, though Yoochun-hyung thinks my father killed her to keep her quiet.”
“What?”
“Yeah. He said that our father was always beating my mother, hurting her ... selling her.” Yoohwan shut his eyes for a moment. “Hyung walked into their room once, and this was ... before ... he didn’t know what was going on, but our mom was naked in bed with someone else while our father watched. He didn’t know what sex was yet.”
“I think you're too young to know what sex is.”
Yoohwan laughed. “Yeah, but I’ve known my entire life. After my mother died ... well, Father needed a way to make money again. He started selling Yoochun.”
“Holy fuck.”
“Yeah. Yoochun was eight. He said it started small, just touching, kissing, and only with my father while others watched, and it just escalated from there. My father let men record them and put the videos on the internet. He fucked Yoochun the first time on his tenth birthday. It was a themed video with a cake, presents, candles ... wax.”
“Oh god.”
Yoohwan watched Jaejoong drop his head in his hands. He tried not to feel vindictive. It was hard. “He started the same things with me when I was seven. Yoochun-hyung was protective of me even back then. He took beatings for me. He took men away from me. He exchanged his body for them to leave me alone. I told him that if he had to do it then I should have to do it. He didn’t like that.”
Jaejoong was taking very deep breaths. Yoohwan worried that he was hyperventilating, but he did not interrupt.
“In a fucked up sense of tradition, I lost whatever virginity you want to call it when I was ten. I’d been fingered and fucked with toys before that, but never someone’s cock. So losing my virginity? I don’t know. It depends on your definition, but the first cock inside me was when I was ten and it was my older brother.”
Jaejoong peered at him through his fingers.
“He wanted to be the first because he knew he wouldn’t hurt me. He didn’t. Not really. But it was the nine others after him that hurt. One for every year. I remember my dad telling me that it was the most popular video on the website even two years later.”
“God, he should be in prison.”
“Yeah, he should be. We don’t know where he is though, and it’s ... neither Yoochun nor I have been able to find these websites or anything. I don’t know. We tried when we first ran away, but we were more worried about finding a place to stay and eating. Even on the streets though people will pay a lot for a blowjob from a boy, so Yoochun did that. He wouldn’t let me. I didn’t think he had the right to tell me not to do it too. Changmin met him on a street corner.”
Yoohwan sighed and then added, “We found a guy willing to give us a room for a couple hundred dollars a month. I told him that I’d suck on his cock instead, and one day, Yoochun walked in on me sucking him down and he got pissed and yeah. He sent me to Changmin’s and Changmin found Yoochun drunk and drugged and ... he punched out our landlord and got us evicted.”
“That sounds like Changmin.”
“Hyung is overprotective. He didn’t want me to get a job because I’m sick, but Changmin wanted me out of the apartment so they could fuck. And now I’m here because they’ve suddenly stopped caring if I’m in the apartment or not.”
Jaejoong chuckled and then he broke off the noise with one of pain. “I just ... I can’t ... Fuck.” He moved over to Yoohwan and hugged him. Yoohwan stiffened for only a moment and then relaxed and hugged him back, arms around his small waist, face pressed against his strong chest. It was part of a fantasy, but only part because Jaejoong still had clothes on.
“I can understand why your brother is overprotective,” Jaejoong said. “I would be too.”
Yoohwan nodded. “I know. But he acts like I haven’t gone through the same exact shit as he did. I want to protect him just as much as he wants to protect me.”
Jaejoong pulled away and he ran his fingers over Yoohwan’s cheek. “Can I tell you a secret?”
Yoohwan leaned into the touch and nodded.
“I jerked off to thoughts of your lips on my cock.”
Yoohwan’s eyes shot open. “Huh?”
Jaejoong smiled. “You are very attractive, Yoohwan, but god, you’re way way way too young for me. I’m more than twice your age.”
Yoohwan shrugged. “So what?”
“I understand to you that age doesn’t mean much, but it does to me, and god, I felt guilty for weeks just looking at you after that. What I told you before was true. I can’t be your boss and have that kind of relationship with you. And you need this job.”
Yoohwan nodded. “I know.”
Jaejoong leaned down and pressed a kiss to Yoohwan’s lips.
Yoohwan gasped in surprise, but it wasn’t anything longer and Jaejoong pulled away.
“You are very attractive,” Jaejoong repeated, “so I am going to tell you another secret, but one that you can’t tell anyone else about, okay?”
Yoohwan cleared his throat and tried to get his brain to work again. “O-okay.”
“Jung Yunho thinks you’re hot.”
Yoohwan’s eyes went wide. “Yunho-shi? Really?”
Jaejoong smirked and moved away from him. “I heard him talking to himself in the back room one day. It was about ten minutes before your shift, and as we all know, you like to be early. He was muttering ‘be cool, just ... be cool. he’s just a guy, you know, just a sexy smart funny guy that you want to kiss but yeah just be cool’. I had to go up to the front to keep from laughing.”
“But ... but Yunho-shi is ... he’s ...”
Jaejoong laughed. “Is he too young for you because he isn’t twenty yet?”
“Fuck.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Look, let me tell you something about Yunho. He’s working at the cafe for a few months before he does his army service. He is going to go to college afterwards. Therefore, if you want to have a quick little few-month fling with him, then you can. No obligations. No commitment.”
Yoohwan thought about that. Jung Yunho was hot. And now that he thought about it, Yoohwan had noticed the way Yunho-shi blushed around him sometimes.
“He is working today at ten. Maybe you can come by and see ... I don’t know. See if he wants to watch a movie or something. You told me before you wanted money of your own to spend on things you want. Take him on a date.”
Yoohwan bit his lip. “I’ve never asked anyone out before. Hell, I’ve never been asked out. Propositioned, ordered, controlled, but you know ... requested? Wow. This is weird. What do I say?”
“Be honest,” Jaejoong said with a smile. “Just tell him you think he’s cute and ask him if he wants to go out after his shift.”
“I’m not sure ... I ... are you sure he likes me?”
“He follows you around and watches every single move you make when you’re in the lobby. I’ve had to call his attention back to drink orders before he screws them up. Trust me. He likes you.”
Yoohwan bit his lip. This was something brand new. He’d never had anything like this before. Could he do that? Could he go out with Yunho the way his brother went out with Changmin? He wasn’t sure.
“I have to go, dongsaeng,” Jaejoong said and moved in close again. “You tell your brother I kissed you and I’ll lose my testicles.”
Yoohwan laughed. He reached up and gripped Jaejoong’s shirt. He surged up and kissed Jaejoong firmly. “Thanks for letting me stay over, hyung.”
Jaejoong nodded, eyes a little glassy. “Brat.”
Part 2: Alone
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