Smarty Smarty 11/?
Title: Smarty Smarty 11/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Jaejoong, Yunho/Jaejoong (and subsequent combinations), Yunho/Donghae, Heechul/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd all go to college and major in Sexy.
Summary: Jaejoong misses Yunho so much, but he still has his Yoochun, and they both are facing more challenges than merely trying to turn their roommates gay. Will being in college and away from Yunho tear them apart, or only push them closer?
Warnings: Older Yunho (40 yrs old), Younger Jaejoong (18)
A/N: This fic is a sequel to Naughty Naughty. And because it's a sequel, and the original was dedicated to my loverly Jules (julili) this one will be as well. I love you, my darling. ♥♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to candybow for finding a cool picture to use and to markieyumeutau for actually making the poster. Thank you darlings!!! ♥♥♥
Part 11:
Jae continued to pace after Junsu left their room. He chewed on his fingernails, a habit he thought he’d outgrown, but it calmed him down a bit.
God, he should have just kissed the kid. But he couldn’t. There were already too many feelings crowding his head to add guilt and maybe something else for someone else to it. Maybe after he figured out what was going on with Changmin, he’d do it.
After a few minutes, he picked up his phone and texted Yoochun.
sexyBeauty ~ Junsu asked me to kiss him and I didn’t. ~
sexyPianoMan = OMG! WHAT? =
sexy Beauty ~ I’m serious. I couldn’t do it. ~
sexyPianoMan =OMG WHY THE FUCK NOT=
sexyBeauty ~ he’s … so innocent, Chun. I’d feel guilty for corrupting him. He doesn’t deserve to have his first kiss taken by someone like me ~
sexyPianoMan = what about by me *waggles eyebrows* =
sexyPianoMan = he’s here you know, freaking out on Changmin’s bed, it is rather fetching and adorable =
sexyBeauty ~ whatever man, just make it good for him, and don’t rape him ~
sexyPianoMan = I won’t. Not yet anyway. *laughs* =
Jae pouted at the phone. Yoochun had fun with Changmin, and now he was having Junsu first, and who was Jae left with?
“Stop it,” he said aloud. “It’s not like Yoochun’s dating them.”
He turned to fall on his bed, but a piece of paper by his door caught his attention. He picked it up, and almost dropped it when he saw his name written in Yunho’s handwriting.
Shaking, he opened it and tried to read past the ache in his heart and the blurriness filling his eyes.
~To my heart, my soul, my love
Jaejoong, please, read this. I know you, and in a pouting fit, you’ll burn it. So if you feel like that, please just put it down and read it later.
Jae wiped his eyes. If Yunho had left this last night, he probably would have burned it.
I’ve done the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life and walked away from you. I’m sorry. I know you’re hurting, I know you’re sad, and god, I want to hold you and make everything better, but I don’t think it can be better. At least, not with the two of us together.
I remember the first time we fought about this, how your eyes were so cold and hard, but it didn’t last long, and you broke and cried and then wouldn’t let me touch you until I said I didn’t mean it.
And then the second time, when you shouted at me for lying to you, because I said I didn’t mean it when I did mean it.
You’re young and beautiful, Jaejoong. Nothing in this world is going to stop you from doing everything you want to do.
But this is something that I need, too. You were always so focused on how I was trying to get rid of you to really listen to this part of my defense. You’re not the only one that needs to find themselves. I don’t know where I’m at in my life, or where I’m going. I had a great marriage while it lasted, and plenty of experiences before that. And the best love I could ask for after that. And yes, if you were older, or if I were younger, this letter would be pointless, but you’re not and I’m not, so it’s here.
I’m going to quit my job, find something else that gets me out of the office and more involved with people.
If we were meant to be, then we will be, but please don’t wait for it. Have fun. Changmin is incredibly attractive; be good to him. He likes you.
I will always love you, you insufferable, bratty teenager. Work hard.
Jaejoong Fighting!
Sarangheyo ♥
From your slightly senile old man~
Jae cried. He curled up with his No-longer-smells-like-Yunho pillow and cried as he read the letter again and again and again. When he could see properly, he took out his cell phone and sent Yunho a text.
sexyBeauty ~ I read your letter ~
sexyBeauty ~ as soon as you realize that you don’t have to look for your place because you already have one, come find me ~
sexyBeauty ~ I love you ♥ ~
Jaejoong blocked Yunho’s number.
~+~+~+~
Changmin stalked down the hallways. He was still so upset and he couldn’t tell who he was upset with. Himself, Yoochun, Jaejoong. All of them. He barely ate, he tried to study. But after the third time he’d been quieted by the librarian for grumbling too loudly, he left. At least in his room he could grumble all he wanted.
Neither of the two people on his bed noticed when the door opened. But they both jerked up when Changmin scoffed.
“God, at least fucking make out on your own bed,” Changmin snapped and then slammed the door again and leaned against it. It seemed that everyone he was kissing was kissing someone else the next time he saw them. The thought that it was Junsu underneath Yoochun didn’t really register until he was halfway down the hall.
Figures, though. Junsu had to cave sooner or later.
Changmin found himself in front of Jaejoong’s room. He sighed, raised his hand to knock and then let it fall. He liked Jaejoong so much, and the pain in his heart was his fault anyway. He’s the one who kissed Jaejoong first.
Changmin knocked.
“Come in.”
He opened the door and went right to Jaejoong’s desk and sat in the chair, spinning around to face him. He crossed his arms.
Jae bit his lower lip. “Um, hi.”
“Hi.”
They stared at each other and then Jae looked away. His eyes were puffy, his cheeks red.
“Have you been crying?”
“No,” Jae lied.
“What’s wrong?”
Jae shrugged. “I’m not sure I know anymore. But you’re mad at me, Yoochun is making out with Junsu, Yunho broke up with me and there’s a test on Monday worth twenty percent of our grade that I haven’t even started studying for.”
Changmin sighed. “I’m mad at you.”
“I know.”
“But I’m not sure if I have the right to be. You should be mad at me.”
“I’m not.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. I guess I should be mad at someone right now, but I’m really just upset with myself for fucking everything up with Yunho and you and Junsu.”
“Junsu is pretty happy right now,” Changmin said. “I mean, he’s kissing Yoochun, and Yoochun is a fantastic kisser.”
“Yeah, he is.”
“You’re better,” Changmin said with a smirk.
“That’s because I taught him.”
“Someone may have mentioned that you’re also better at sucking cock than he is.”
“Again,” Jae said with a smile, “that’s because I taught him.”
“And when was the last time you had someone compare, huh?”
Jae laughed. “Want me to suck your cock, Min?”
“Maybe.”
“I can’t do it when you’re all the way over there.”
Changmin raised a single eyebrow. “And why do I have to move?” He uncrossed his legs, slouched in the chair and put his hands behind his head. “Looks like there’s a perfect spot for you right there.”
Jae smiled, but bit his lip. “You sure?”
“Why not?”
Jae stood up and walked across the room. He kneeled between Changmin’s legs and put his hands just above Changmin’s knees. “I don’t want this to be just about sex, Min. Maybe it was at first, maybe it was all about teasing you and seeing if you would do it, but I like you.”
Changmin stared at him for a moment, and then said, “So because Yunho’s gone, then I’m okay to date now, not just to kiss and play around with.”
Jae sighed. “I’m sorry, Min. I hadn’t seen him in three weeks, and I love him more than my heart can handle. But I’ll get over it. I’ve always been a bit shallow.”
Changmin scoffed. “Well that’s helping your argument.”
Jae smiled. He leaned his head on Changmin’s knee and shut his eyes. Changmin looked at him for a moment, so docile, so hurt and confused. He ran his fingers through that burgundy hair. Jae sighed, arching into the touch.
“Kiss me,” Changmin whispered.
Jae’s eyes opened. “I like this though.”
“I can run my fingers through your hair while you kiss me.”
“True.” Jae straightened and leaned over Changmin’s body. Their lips met in a chaste kiss. Changmin ran all of his fingers through Jae’s hair as the kiss slowly evolved to include tongues and teeth.
“Much better than Yoochun,” Changmin whispered.
Jae grinned against his lips. “I know.”
Changmin sat up a bit and wrapped his arms around Jae’s waist, pulling him into his lap. Jae whimpered when his thigh brushed against Changmin’s erection. His fingers found the buttons of Changmin’s shirt. When Jae’s fingers fumbled on the fourth button, Changmin growled. He pushed Jae away and just pulled the shirt over his head.
Jaejoong grinned, eyes sparkling, and Changmin felt like he was being devoured by a gaze. And then Jae licked his lips and swallowed. Before Changmin could say anything, Jae’s mouth covered one of his nipples and he sucked hard.
Changmin cried out, and tangled his hands in Jae’s hair again. His breathing echoed harshly in his head as Jae’s mouth moved around up and over his chest and then slipped down to his stomach.
With only two fingers, Jae unbuttoned his jeans.
“I want to learn that,” Changmin whimpered as his zipper was lowered.
“All in good time, Minnie.”
Jae hooked his hands at the waistband of his jeans and tugged. Changmin lifted his hips and Jae pulled off pants and boxers at once.
“Holy mother of all that is sexy,” Jae said and before Changmin could be embarrassed at the look in his eyes while Jae stared at his cock, Jae leaned forward and licked him. Changmin sighed, moaned and slouched further, spreading his legs.
Jae took Changmin’s cock in his hand. Almost reverently, he wrapped his tongue around the tip, pulling another moan from Changmin’s throat. The pressure stayed light, only teasing licks around the head and slit. His hand shook as it settled on Jae’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. As soon as he could breathe properly, Jae added more pressure, and slipped the tip into his mouth.
Changmin cried out and tugged on his hair. He wasn’t sure why, but Jae’s mouth, even just at the tip of his cock, felt amazing, like the muscles in his mouth knew exactly when to constrict and relax to give Changmin the utmost pleasure.
A bit more slid into Jae’s mouth, and then more, and more, and more and Jae’s tongue kept moving and swirling and it felt like every single square of skin on his cock was being licked at the same time.
Yoochun had only taken a little more than half him, but Jae didn’t stop, didn’t stop moaning and whimpering as more and more of Changmin’s cock disappeared into his mouth and throat, the tip scraping deliciously against muscles and slickness and firmness.
“Oh, fuck, Jaejoong.”
Jae hummed in question, and Changmin cried out, hips thrusting up, cock pushing deeper into Jaejoong’s throat.
“Oh god, oh shit,” Changmin said as his orgasm twisted through him. “Jae, please, it’s too much.”
Jae met his eyes, and even if his mouth was full of cock, he smirked.
Without looking away from Changmin, Jae relaxed his throat and pushed his head down, taking all of Changmin. Changmin yanked on this hair, bucked up until Jae’s lips touched his body and with a slight tightening of Jaejoong’s throat, Changmin came, practically screaming as Jae moved his mouth up and down his cock, swallowing Changmin’s release.
Changmin fell boneless against the back of the chair. His fingers traced around Jae’s cheek in a lazy circle while Jae continued to suck on him. He shivered and said, “Too sensitive.”
Jae grinned and let him fall from his mouth. “Told you I was better than Yoochun.”
Changmin nodded. “Much better.”
Jae stood up and took Changmin’s hands in his. “Come on. I’m going to teach you how to do it.”
~+~+~+~
Yunho’s phone vibrated. He checked around him for traffic or errant drivers and then fished his phone out of his pocket as it vibrated again. He glanced at the name and smiled.
sexyBeauty ~ I read your letter ~
sexyBeauty ~ as soon as you realize that you don’t have to look for your place because you already have one, come find me ~
sexyBeauty ~ I love you ♥ ~
He quickly typed a reply of I love you and put the phone in his lap. It vibrated again almost immediately
Status: Undeliverable. Please try again.
Yunho tried again, and received the same reply. He had full bars, he knew there was reception in Jae’s dorms. Well, he’d wait until he wasn’t driving.
A few minutes later, it hit him, and he gasped and had to blink and clear his vision to keep from wrecking.
Jaejoong had blocked him.
He didn’t want to believe it, but when he reread Jae’s messages that had sounded like a goodbye. He’d try again, and then text Yoochun to confirm.
In the meantime, he sent another text to the newest number in his phone.
Yunho + call me if you’re not busy +
Donghae ^ give me ten minutes ^
Part 12: losing innocence
Part 10: kisses
Part 9: emotional drama
Part 8: more physical drama
Part 7: physical drama
Part 6: different ways to cope
Part 5: different ways to worship
Part 4: moving backwards
Part 3: moving forward
Part 2: In the Other Dorm Room
Part 1: In the Dorm Room
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Jaejoong, Yunho/Jaejoong (and subsequent combinations), Yunho/Donghae, Heechul/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, they'd all go to college and major in Sexy.
Summary: Jaejoong misses Yunho so much, but he still has his Yoochun, and they both are facing more challenges than merely trying to turn their roommates gay. Will being in college and away from Yunho tear them apart, or only push them closer?
Warnings: Older Yunho (40 yrs old), Younger Jaejoong (18)
A/N: This fic is a sequel to Naughty Naughty. And because it's a sequel, and the original was dedicated to my loverly Jules (julili) this one will be as well. I love you, my darling. ♥♥♥♥♥
Poster credit goes to candybow for finding a cool picture to use and to markieyumeutau for actually making the poster. Thank you darlings!!! ♥♥♥
Part 11:
Jae continued to pace after Junsu left their room. He chewed on his fingernails, a habit he thought he’d outgrown, but it calmed him down a bit.
God, he should have just kissed the kid. But he couldn’t. There were already too many feelings crowding his head to add guilt and maybe something else for someone else to it. Maybe after he figured out what was going on with Changmin, he’d do it.
After a few minutes, he picked up his phone and texted Yoochun.
sexyBeauty ~ Junsu asked me to kiss him and I didn’t. ~
sexyPianoMan = OMG! WHAT? =
sexy Beauty ~ I’m serious. I couldn’t do it. ~
sexyPianoMan =OMG WHY THE FUCK NOT=
sexyBeauty ~ he’s … so innocent, Chun. I’d feel guilty for corrupting him. He doesn’t deserve to have his first kiss taken by someone like me ~
sexyPianoMan = what about by me *waggles eyebrows* =
sexyPianoMan = he’s here you know, freaking out on Changmin’s bed, it is rather fetching and adorable =
sexyBeauty ~ whatever man, just make it good for him, and don’t rape him ~
sexyPianoMan = I won’t. Not yet anyway. *laughs* =
Jae pouted at the phone. Yoochun had fun with Changmin, and now he was having Junsu first, and who was Jae left with?
“Stop it,” he said aloud. “It’s not like Yoochun’s dating them.”
He turned to fall on his bed, but a piece of paper by his door caught his attention. He picked it up, and almost dropped it when he saw his name written in Yunho’s handwriting.
Shaking, he opened it and tried to read past the ache in his heart and the blurriness filling his eyes.
~To my heart, my soul, my love
Jaejoong, please, read this. I know you, and in a pouting fit, you’ll burn it. So if you feel like that, please just put it down and read it later.
Jae wiped his eyes. If Yunho had left this last night, he probably would have burned it.
I’ve done the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life and walked away from you. I’m sorry. I know you’re hurting, I know you’re sad, and god, I want to hold you and make everything better, but I don’t think it can be better. At least, not with the two of us together.
I remember the first time we fought about this, how your eyes were so cold and hard, but it didn’t last long, and you broke and cried and then wouldn’t let me touch you until I said I didn’t mean it.
And then the second time, when you shouted at me for lying to you, because I said I didn’t mean it when I did mean it.
You’re young and beautiful, Jaejoong. Nothing in this world is going to stop you from doing everything you want to do.
But this is something that I need, too. You were always so focused on how I was trying to get rid of you to really listen to this part of my defense. You’re not the only one that needs to find themselves. I don’t know where I’m at in my life, or where I’m going. I had a great marriage while it lasted, and plenty of experiences before that. And the best love I could ask for after that. And yes, if you were older, or if I were younger, this letter would be pointless, but you’re not and I’m not, so it’s here.
I’m going to quit my job, find something else that gets me out of the office and more involved with people.
If we were meant to be, then we will be, but please don’t wait for it. Have fun. Changmin is incredibly attractive; be good to him. He likes you.
I will always love you, you insufferable, bratty teenager. Work hard.
Jaejoong Fighting!
Sarangheyo ♥
From your slightly senile old man~
Jae cried. He curled up with his No-longer-smells-like-Yunho pillow and cried as he read the letter again and again and again. When he could see properly, he took out his cell phone and sent Yunho a text.
sexyBeauty ~ I read your letter ~
sexyBeauty ~ as soon as you realize that you don’t have to look for your place because you already have one, come find me ~
sexyBeauty ~ I love you ♥ ~
Jaejoong blocked Yunho’s number.
~+~+~+~
Changmin stalked down the hallways. He was still so upset and he couldn’t tell who he was upset with. Himself, Yoochun, Jaejoong. All of them. He barely ate, he tried to study. But after the third time he’d been quieted by the librarian for grumbling too loudly, he left. At least in his room he could grumble all he wanted.
Neither of the two people on his bed noticed when the door opened. But they both jerked up when Changmin scoffed.
“God, at least fucking make out on your own bed,” Changmin snapped and then slammed the door again and leaned against it. It seemed that everyone he was kissing was kissing someone else the next time he saw them. The thought that it was Junsu underneath Yoochun didn’t really register until he was halfway down the hall.
Figures, though. Junsu had to cave sooner or later.
Changmin found himself in front of Jaejoong’s room. He sighed, raised his hand to knock and then let it fall. He liked Jaejoong so much, and the pain in his heart was his fault anyway. He’s the one who kissed Jaejoong first.
Changmin knocked.
“Come in.”
He opened the door and went right to Jaejoong’s desk and sat in the chair, spinning around to face him. He crossed his arms.
Jae bit his lower lip. “Um, hi.”
“Hi.”
They stared at each other and then Jae looked away. His eyes were puffy, his cheeks red.
“Have you been crying?”
“No,” Jae lied.
“What’s wrong?”
Jae shrugged. “I’m not sure I know anymore. But you’re mad at me, Yoochun is making out with Junsu, Yunho broke up with me and there’s a test on Monday worth twenty percent of our grade that I haven’t even started studying for.”
Changmin sighed. “I’m mad at you.”
“I know.”
“But I’m not sure if I have the right to be. You should be mad at me.”
“I’m not.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. I guess I should be mad at someone right now, but I’m really just upset with myself for fucking everything up with Yunho and you and Junsu.”
“Junsu is pretty happy right now,” Changmin said. “I mean, he’s kissing Yoochun, and Yoochun is a fantastic kisser.”
“Yeah, he is.”
“You’re better,” Changmin said with a smirk.
“That’s because I taught him.”
“Someone may have mentioned that you’re also better at sucking cock than he is.”
“Again,” Jae said with a smile, “that’s because I taught him.”
“And when was the last time you had someone compare, huh?”
Jae laughed. “Want me to suck your cock, Min?”
“Maybe.”
“I can’t do it when you’re all the way over there.”
Changmin raised a single eyebrow. “And why do I have to move?” He uncrossed his legs, slouched in the chair and put his hands behind his head. “Looks like there’s a perfect spot for you right there.”
Jae smiled, but bit his lip. “You sure?”
“Why not?”
Jae stood up and walked across the room. He kneeled between Changmin’s legs and put his hands just above Changmin’s knees. “I don’t want this to be just about sex, Min. Maybe it was at first, maybe it was all about teasing you and seeing if you would do it, but I like you.”
Changmin stared at him for a moment, and then said, “So because Yunho’s gone, then I’m okay to date now, not just to kiss and play around with.”
Jae sighed. “I’m sorry, Min. I hadn’t seen him in three weeks, and I love him more than my heart can handle. But I’ll get over it. I’ve always been a bit shallow.”
Changmin scoffed. “Well that’s helping your argument.”
Jae smiled. He leaned his head on Changmin’s knee and shut his eyes. Changmin looked at him for a moment, so docile, so hurt and confused. He ran his fingers through that burgundy hair. Jae sighed, arching into the touch.
“Kiss me,” Changmin whispered.
Jae’s eyes opened. “I like this though.”
“I can run my fingers through your hair while you kiss me.”
“True.” Jae straightened and leaned over Changmin’s body. Their lips met in a chaste kiss. Changmin ran all of his fingers through Jae’s hair as the kiss slowly evolved to include tongues and teeth.
“Much better than Yoochun,” Changmin whispered.
Jae grinned against his lips. “I know.”
Changmin sat up a bit and wrapped his arms around Jae’s waist, pulling him into his lap. Jae whimpered when his thigh brushed against Changmin’s erection. His fingers found the buttons of Changmin’s shirt. When Jae’s fingers fumbled on the fourth button, Changmin growled. He pushed Jae away and just pulled the shirt over his head.
Jaejoong grinned, eyes sparkling, and Changmin felt like he was being devoured by a gaze. And then Jae licked his lips and swallowed. Before Changmin could say anything, Jae’s mouth covered one of his nipples and he sucked hard.
Changmin cried out, and tangled his hands in Jae’s hair again. His breathing echoed harshly in his head as Jae’s mouth moved around up and over his chest and then slipped down to his stomach.
With only two fingers, Jae unbuttoned his jeans.
“I want to learn that,” Changmin whimpered as his zipper was lowered.
“All in good time, Minnie.”
Jae hooked his hands at the waistband of his jeans and tugged. Changmin lifted his hips and Jae pulled off pants and boxers at once.
“Holy mother of all that is sexy,” Jae said and before Changmin could be embarrassed at the look in his eyes while Jae stared at his cock, Jae leaned forward and licked him. Changmin sighed, moaned and slouched further, spreading his legs.
Jae took Changmin’s cock in his hand. Almost reverently, he wrapped his tongue around the tip, pulling another moan from Changmin’s throat. The pressure stayed light, only teasing licks around the head and slit. His hand shook as it settled on Jae’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. As soon as he could breathe properly, Jae added more pressure, and slipped the tip into his mouth.
Changmin cried out and tugged on his hair. He wasn’t sure why, but Jae’s mouth, even just at the tip of his cock, felt amazing, like the muscles in his mouth knew exactly when to constrict and relax to give Changmin the utmost pleasure.
A bit more slid into Jae’s mouth, and then more, and more, and more and Jae’s tongue kept moving and swirling and it felt like every single square of skin on his cock was being licked at the same time.
Yoochun had only taken a little more than half him, but Jae didn’t stop, didn’t stop moaning and whimpering as more and more of Changmin’s cock disappeared into his mouth and throat, the tip scraping deliciously against muscles and slickness and firmness.
“Oh, fuck, Jaejoong.”
Jae hummed in question, and Changmin cried out, hips thrusting up, cock pushing deeper into Jaejoong’s throat.
“Oh god, oh shit,” Changmin said as his orgasm twisted through him. “Jae, please, it’s too much.”
Jae met his eyes, and even if his mouth was full of cock, he smirked.
Without looking away from Changmin, Jae relaxed his throat and pushed his head down, taking all of Changmin. Changmin yanked on this hair, bucked up until Jae’s lips touched his body and with a slight tightening of Jaejoong’s throat, Changmin came, practically screaming as Jae moved his mouth up and down his cock, swallowing Changmin’s release.
Changmin fell boneless against the back of the chair. His fingers traced around Jae’s cheek in a lazy circle while Jae continued to suck on him. He shivered and said, “Too sensitive.”
Jae grinned and let him fall from his mouth. “Told you I was better than Yoochun.”
Changmin nodded. “Much better.”
Jae stood up and took Changmin’s hands in his. “Come on. I’m going to teach you how to do it.”
~+~+~+~
Yunho’s phone vibrated. He checked around him for traffic or errant drivers and then fished his phone out of his pocket as it vibrated again. He glanced at the name and smiled.
sexyBeauty ~ I read your letter ~
sexyBeauty ~ as soon as you realize that you don’t have to look for your place because you already have one, come find me ~
sexyBeauty ~ I love you ♥ ~
He quickly typed a reply of I love you and put the phone in his lap. It vibrated again almost immediately
Status: Undeliverable. Please try again.
Yunho tried again, and received the same reply. He had full bars, he knew there was reception in Jae’s dorms. Well, he’d wait until he wasn’t driving.
A few minutes later, it hit him, and he gasped and had to blink and clear his vision to keep from wrecking.
Jaejoong had blocked him.
He didn’t want to believe it, but when he reread Jae’s messages that had sounded like a goodbye. He’d try again, and then text Yoochun to confirm.
In the meantime, he sent another text to the newest number in his phone.
Yunho + call me if you’re not busy +
Donghae ^ give me ten minutes ^
Part 12: losing innocence
Part 10: kisses
Part 9: emotional drama
Part 8: more physical drama
Part 7: physical drama
Part 6: different ways to cope
Part 5: different ways to worship
Part 4: moving backwards
Part 3: moving forward
Part 2: In the Other Dorm Room
Part 1: In the Dorm Room
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