Maid For You 4/6
Title: Maid For You 4/5
Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun (minor: Junsu/Yunho, Jaejoong/Yunho, Yoochun/Yunho, Junho/Yunho)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them, nor can I hire them for sexual pleasures.
Summary: Yoochun's supposed-BFF takes off and leaves him with no way to pay his rent. When her previous employer threatens to find her and take care of her, Yoochun goes to work in her place. Really? How hard can it be to be a maid for some rich guy?
Warnings: This fic contains minor cosplay and dubious consent.
This fic is dedicated to samui_sakura Thank you for the insipiration, baby! ♥♥♥ ! ♥♥♥ !
Poster credit goes to ponyboy. Thank you darling! I love it!!! ♥♥♥
Part 4:
“Minho,” Junsu said to the driver. “Take us to Junho’s first.”
Yoochun looked at him in question.
“We have some papers to go over. My father agreed to let me expand the clubs, but only if Junho agreed to it. It’s both of our names and reputations that are going to take over my father’s company.”
Yoochun nodded. “Makes sense. And what did Junho say?”
“Junho’s a bigger pervert than Jaejoong,” he said with a smirk. “Although, with less sadistic procedures.”
Junsu snuggled into his body, and Yoochun held him tightly. It’d been the first time in almost a week that they’d been together. Junsu had meetings and more meetings and press conferences and interviews, all about Intoxication. But Junsu told him not to worry, that he, his father and their public relations managed to tone down the bad press and the rumors surrounding it.
“I’ve missed you,” Junsu whispered, lips pressed against Yoochun’s collar bone. His fingers opened the top few buttons of Yoochun’s shirt.
Yoochun grabbed his wrist. “I’ve missed you, too, but you are not making me horny in the back of this car. Minho doesn’t need to see that.”
“You’re right,” he said. “Minho, drive around for … oh, I’d say about twenty minutes before going to my brother’s.”
Minho smirked at them through the review mirror. A dark partition slid up from the seat and blocked his view.
Junsu smiled and crawled into Yoochun’s lap. His fingers went back to the buttons. “Are you wearing panties or boxers today?”
Yoochun chuckled and leaned forward to steal Junsu’s lips in a kiss. “Why don’t you go down there and find out?”
Junsu moan and fell to his knees. The belt buckle clinked as Junsu slipped it free. With practiced ease, he unbuttoned Yoochun’s jeans. Junsu whimpered in disappointment when there was no additional cloth between his jeans and his hard cock.
“Wait,” Yoochun said with a grin. He lifted his hips and pushed the jeans down his legs, Junsu helped pull them off, eyes watering as black, thigh high stockings were revealed.
Yoochun's stockings
“They’re kind of boring because I wasn’t planning on showing them off, but I know you love it when I wear stockings.”
Junsu moaned and kissed the top of each one. Yoochun turned on the wide seat and spread his legs, putting one foot up on the seat and the other on the floor. Junsu ran his hands up and down the silk-covered legs. He lowered his head and licked the tip of Yoochun’s erection.
Yoochun leaned his head back with a moan.
Junsu’s hands slid up his legs, over his stomach and fingers tweaked his nipples. He tongued the slit of Yoochun’s cock and then wrapped his mouth around the head, sucking lightly.
“Fuck, Su,” Yoochun whispered and put his hand on Junsu’s head.
Junsu hummed and let more of Yoochun’s cock in his mouth.
“If you want me to come fast, you’re doing a great job,” Yoochun said, arching his hips. Junsu’s tongue spread around his cock again, the muscles tightened around him, and Yoochun whimpered, feeling his orgasm grow. Junsu’s arm snaked around his back and pulled him, making him slouch lower in the seat. Yoochun’s other leg lifted, foot sliding on the glass of the dark partition.
A wet finger pushed into his body and with a shout, Yoochun came into Junsu’s mouth. Junsu hummed in appreciation and slipped another finger into Yoochun’s body.
“This is going to be uncomfortable,” Yoochun said as Junsu prepped him. The arm around his waist jerked him again, and Yoochun ended up on his back, legs in the air, Junsu hovering over him.
“Don’t care,” Junsu said and he covered his hand in lube.
“Where the …”
“You think I’m going to have you alone for the first time in what feels like forever and not fuck you?” Junsu said, pushing three fingers back into Yoochun .
“Good point,” Yoochun said with a smile.
Junsu captured his lips in a kiss. The hand not practically buried in Yoochun’s ass loosened his belt and unclasped his pants. He fished out his cock, and then yanked his fingers from Yoochun. He covered his cock in lube. The head prodded his hole, but Junsu couldn’t get a good angle, and he growled in frustration.
Yoochun chuckled and pushed him back. “Sit down,” he said. “Take your pants off, so you don’t make a mess on them.”
Junsu frowned, but did as he was told.
Yoochun straddled Junsu’s lap. Junsu’s hands landed on his hips. Yoochun grabbed Junsu’s cock and held it up. Junsu slipped further down the seat, neck bent. As soon as the tip of Junsu’s cock was pressed up against Yoochun’s hole, Junsu thrust up, pushing past the ring of muscle. They both moaned. Yoochun planted his hands on the back of the seat and lifted up, face contorting as his body stretched to let Junsu in.
“Too long,” Junsu gasped. “Too long.”
Yoochun nodded.
“Never again am I going more than a day without fucking you.”
Yoochun laughed. When he was finally fully seated on Junsu’s lap, both of their bodies clenching, he stopped. Their lips met and Junsu’s hips rose, pulling a moan from Yoochun. Yoochun wrapped his hand around his cock and started moving, up and down, riding Junsu’s cock, fast and quick, because god, he wanted to feel it all the way down to his toes. Junsu’s hands rubbed up and down his stocking-clad thighs and legs.
“Fuck, Yoochun, fuck!” Junsu screamed and his eyes shut. His body shook, and Yoochun stilled. Junsu whimpered, and then grabbed Yoochun’s hips and lifted him up, slamming his hips up, thrusting into him. Yoochun’s second orgasm was whipping through him just as quickly as the first. Their voices joined, cries echoing through the car as they both came. Yoochun pumped his release all over Junsu’s shirt.
“Damn it,” Junsu muttered, breath short. “I loved this shirt.”
“Buy another one, rich boy,” Yoochun said, and they kissed again.
They rearranged, cuddling up on the seat. Junsu hit an intercom button and told Minho to go to his brother’s. A single finger traced circles over the black silk covering Yoochun’s thigh.
“We are going to play tonight,” Junsu said.
Yoochun smiled. “Good. I may or may not have something new to show you.”
Junsu’s cock twitched. “Really?”
“Yep.”
The car stopped, and Minho said they had arrived over the intercom. With a bit of difficulty, they both dressed enough to no longer be obscene. Junsu kissed Yoochun one more time before climbing out of the car. They were in an underground parking garage, and Junsu went straight to the elevator. It dinged open, and once inside, he hit the button for the top floor.
Their fingers laced together, and Junsu leaned into him for a short kiss that lasted until they reached the top. The dinging of the elevator jolted them apart. They smiled at each other and then Junsu led the way out into an opulent lobby. A butler bowed and opened the main door for him.
If Yoochun though Junsu’s master suite was amazing, it was nothing compared to this one. All the furniture was black, the carpet cream. Red and white pillows were thrown all over. The entire wall was windows.
“SuSu!”
A very happy Yunho was suddenly in Junsu’s arms, kissing his cheek and neck. All he wore was a pair of tight black boxer briefs.
Junsu laughed. “Yunho! Stop!”
Yunho did and bit his lip and looked away. “Sorry, SuSu.”
Junsu touched his cheek and smiled. “You must have missed me.”
Yunho nodded and then his eyes met Yoochun’s and he blushed and looked away. “Hi, Yoochun-shi.”
“Hey, Yunho.”
“Where’s Junho?” Junsu asked.
“Taking a shower,” Yunho said with a bit of a pout. “He said I couldn’t help him.”
“Why?”
“He says I’m too distracting in the shower.”
Junsu laughed. “Yes, darling, you are incredibly distracting. Yoochun and I are going to go into my room for a moment and change clothes. Will you go tell my brother I’m here?”
“Okay,” he said and walked across the room.
“He looks better,” Yoochun said as soon as Junsu turned and led them the opposite way.
Junsu nodded. “It’s because Junho knows how to take care of him. I should have never given him to Jaejoong, even if it was just for a few weeks.”
The room Junsu led him to was a bit larger than the one Yoochun had lived in at Junsu’s penthouse. The bed and décor were soft browns and blues. Yoochun liked it.
“Bathroom is through there if you want to rinse off.”
Yoochun smirked. “I like having your come dripping out of my ass.”
Junsu shivered and shoved him. “Go clean up.”
Yoochun laughed and went to the bathroom. He had to pull the stockings off, they were ruined now with come and lube all over them.
When Yoochun came out of the bathroom, he said, “We’re even. I ruined your favorite shirt, and you ruined my favorite pair of stockings.”
Junsu smiled. “Get dressed before I jump you,” he said and left the room quickly.
Yoochun pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and a tight orange t-shirt. He felt … weird, not having anything feminine on. To make up for it, he pulled his hair back into a short ponytail.
Junsu was waiting for him in the hallway. He held out his hand and led the way back to the main room.
Junho sat on the couch, Yunho straddling his lap. Junho’s hands gripped his ass and they were kissing.
Junsu cleared his throat. Junho flipped him off and with an arm firmly around Yunho’s back, laid him down on the couch, their lips stayed together. Junho’s hand massaged the bulge in Yunho’s boxers.
Junsu sighed in annoyance and bent forward to grab some papers on the coffee table. He ran fingers through Yoochun’s hair as he read the contracts.
“Half?” Junsu said in surprise.
Junho broke away from Yunho’s lips long enough to say, “Yes. It’s your business. You started it. It’s not fair for me to have more than that.”
“But this makes it ours.”
“I know that, dork. But am I seventy percent of our twinship and you’re only thirty? No. It takes two people to make twins.”
“Father isn’t going to like this at all.”
“Father can kiss my ass. He said he wasn’t going to get involved. This is what I want. Either sign it, and be happy that I’m trying to be fair, or be a little bitch about it.”
Junsu sighed. “Fine. Whatever. But you have to take the heat for it.”
Junho smiled and then went back to Yunho’s mouth.
Yoochun tried to concentrate on Junsu, but watching Yunho’s body being pleasured was distracting.
“What’s this?” Junsu asked.
Junho reluctantly broke away from Yunho again and glared. “What’s what?”
“This hiring and firing thing?”
“Look, bro,” Junho said and sat up. One hand continued massaging Yunho’s cock and the other twisted his nipple. Yunho’s body twisted in pleasure, but not a single sound escaped his lips. “I’m doing this because Father is making me, not because I want to. As far as I’m concerned, you’re in charge, and I’m the silent party. I don’t want anything to do with it.”
“But, bro-”
“Junsu, you’re opening a strip club. I just want to see the shows.” He smirked and then leaned down to Yunho, kissing him again.
Junsu’s eyes went wide. “Ho …”
Junho moaned to show he was listening.
“Yunho should do it.”
“Do what?” Junho asked between kisses.
“Strip, at the club.”
Junho finally broke away, eyebrows raised in interest. “What?”
“We’ve been trying to find something for him, something that he’d want to do to get out of here, and earn some money.”
“Genius brother, fantastically genius. Yunho?”
“Yeah, HoHo?”
“You want to be a stripper?”
“I am for you, aren’t I?”
“Yes, but SuSu is opening a strip club and you can work there if you want.”
Yunho frowned.
Junsu rose from the couch and kneeled next to Yunho. He ran his hands through Yunho’s hair. “We’re not trying to get rid of you, baby. We love you. But we want you to work and be happy and have money of your own to spend.”
“But I am happy,” Yunho said, “and you give me everything I need.”
“Just order him to do it,” Junho said.
Junsu shook his head. “No. You’re an amazing stripper, Yunho. You’ll make lots of money. And a lot of men will come and watch you. Remember at Jaejoong’s birthday last year, how much fun you had?”
“Yeah, but …” Yunho frowned.
“Just think about it,” Junsu said. “It will make us both happy if you do it, but we only want you to do it if you want to do it.”
Yunho bit his lower lip and Junsu leaned forward and kissed him. “Don’t do that.”
“Sorry, SuSu.”
“The club won’t be open for a month, so think about it, okay?”
Yunho nodded.
“Can I kiss him now?” Junho asked and shoved Junsu away. “Go back to your own toy.”
“Junho,” Junsu said, voice warning.
Junho rolled his eyes and smiled at Yoochun. “Sorry, Chunnie, but really.”
Yoochun grinned back. “It’s okay. I like it when he plays with me.”
Junho laughed. Junsu grumbled but stood up and came back to Yoochun on the couch. He sat down and read through the rest of the papers. Yoochun watched Junho and Yunho together, his cock hardening as Junho teased Yunho’s skin with fingers and tongue.
“So what are we calling this club?”
Junho sighed. “Um, get the hell out of my house. That sounds like a good name.”
“Fuck off. I told you I was coming over to do this today.”
“Whatever,” Junho said. “We’re meeting with lawyers tomorrow. Whatever you want to change, change it and I’ll sign it. Now get the fuck out.”
Junsu sighed. “God, sometimes I hate you, you horny asshole. You probably fucked Yunho an hour ago.”
Yunho giggled.
Junsu stood up, and took the papers with him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Junho. Bring Yunho with you.”
Junho waved him away with a finger in the air.
Junsu chuckled and turned to Yoochun. “Let’s go get some lunch.”
After lunch, Junsu drove Yoochun home. He kissed the back of Yoochun’s hand and said, “I have a surprise for you.”
Yoochun sighed.
“Hey. It’s within the rules,” Junsu said. “At eight oh clock, go to your roof. Dress nicely.”
Yoochun smirked.
Junsu clarified. “Dress in a suit. You can save your surprise for me for later.”
“Okay.”
Junsu leaned over the console and kissed him. “Damn responsibilities. I want to drag you upstairs and peel that t-shirt off you.”
“Anticipation,” Yoochun said.
“It sucks.”
Yoochun laughed. Their kiss extended into minutes, and didn’t stop until Yoochun pried Junsu’s hands off his cheeks.
“Go,” he whispered, and pecked Junsu’s lips. “It’s only a few hours.”
“A few hours without you is a lifetime,” Junsu replied.
“You’re so corny.”
Junsu kissed him again. “I’m so in love.”
Yoochun fought the blush that crept up his cheeks. He bit his lip and looked away. Junsu had fallen into the habit of randomly telling Yoochun he loved him. But Yoochun still wasn’t sure about his own feelings. He’d never been in love, and he’d never thought that he’d fall in love with another man or someone like Junsu.
Junsu rubbed the pad of his thumb on Yoochun’s cheek. “I do love you, Chunnie,” he whispered.
Yoochun caught the thumb between his lips for a moment. “I know,” he whispered.
Junsu smiled in defeat. Yoochun knew that Junsu would never force him or try to make him feel like he had to love him.
They kissed again, but Yoochun kept it to a soft press of lips before pulling away.
“I’ll call you later,” Junsu whispered.
Yoochun nodded and climbed out of the car. He turned and waved just before entering his apartment building. Junsu honked in farewell. Yoochun sighed. He climbed the stairs of his apartment with heavy feet. He had to figure this out, deal with his emotions. When he was with Junsu, it felt so easy to say I love you. When he wasn’t with Junsu, he wasn’t so sure.
Junsu had hurt him, made him feel used and broken. A little voice reminded Yoochun that things were different now, but were they really? It been almost two months, only two months, and there was still pain in Yoochun’s heart when he thought of Junsu.
Yoochun stood in the middle of his living room.
Everything in it was from Junsu. Everything he owned except Survivor, his dolphin plushie that sat on his dresser, had been bought and given to him by Junsu.
Who was he, really? Without Junsu?
He thought of who he had been before. And yes, he’d been poor, barely surviving, barely eating, barely living. No, he hadn’t been happy, but he had been himself.
He trailed his fingers over the keys of his piano. Or was it Junsu’s piano?
His eyes traveled around the room, and Junsu was everywhere. But where was he?
Part of him knew that if Junsu had been there, he wouldn’t be having these thoughts. But to Yoochun, it seemed more important for him to not have these thoughts when he was alone. Instead of questioning Junsu’s motives, shouldn’t he have been missing him? Shouldn’t Yoochun be excited to see him? Excited for his surprise?
Confusion ran through him.
He went to his bedroom. His hands peeled off the borrowed clothes. He went naked into the closet. So much of Junsu in the styles and the cuts and brand names.
Yoochun picked out a pair of jeans he had bought a few days before. They’d cost him twenty dollars. He put on a yellow t-shirt that had a piano on the front and black writing that said, play me. It’d cost him six dollars on sale. He didn’t have his own jacket, so he picked a hoody that hadn’t been more than a hundred dollars. He zipped it up. Keys, phone, some cash in the pocket. Again, he wore the cheapest pair of shoes he had.
He grabbed Survivor from the dresser and hugged him close. He’d been thrown in the washer, and then the drying. Yoochun had stared, wide eyed and scared until his mom pulled the plushie out. And Yoochun had renamed him Survivor. Yoochun couldn't remember what he'd first called him.
With the toy firmly in his hand, he left the apartment.
At first he had no idea what to do, so he walked, thinking, trying to think, trying not to think. He did cry, because he wanted to love Junsu, but he was too close to Junsu, and Junsu was too engrained in everything he did. Every aspect of his life was controlled by Junsu, even if Junsu hadn’t meant to do it. He had an apartment and a job, both provided for by Junsu.
By the time he’d found his way into familiar alleys of the city, Yoochun came to the conclusion that he still felt like a whore.
His phone vibrated. Again, bought for by Junsu. Paid for by Junsu. He took it out of his pocket.
thinking of you
Yoochun smiled, but didn’t reply. His feet settled easily into the route through his old neighborhood. Friends and the ajummah down the road said hello, and he stopped to talk to a few who thought he had died.
When he was asked where he was living, Yoochun was vague, because how did you tell these people who used to admire you that you had a sugar daddy and couldn’t provide for yourself anymore?
Yoochun bought a pack of cigarettes from the Crazy Guy who owned the Little Hut. He was shocked to see Yoochun, but happy and for the first time, Yoochun found out that the crazy guy’s name was JungSoo. He promised he would be back and he wouldn’t disappear again.
Yoochun felt at home here. He smoked cigarettes. He wasn’t surprised when he found himself outside of the local instrument store. Lee HyunJoong always let him in to play the piano.
He checked his phone. It was already seven.
Like a coward, he sent a text to Junsu instead of calling.
I won’t be there tonight.
Two seconds later, the phone rang. Yoochun ignored the call, and sent another text.
please understand, please
??? Chunnie, what’s wrong
Yoochun swallowed tears. please, i can’t … let me think.
anything you need, anything, but Yoochun, answer the phone please, talk to me
I can’t … not right now. I’m so sorry
Yoochun turned the phone off. He wiped a few tears, took a deep breath and entered the shop.
“Annyeon-Yoochun! Yoochun-ah? Yoochun! Chunnie!”
A moment later, he had his arms full of eleven-year-old Minji, HyunJoong’s daughter. She kissed his cheek and then shouted, “Papa! Papa! Yoochun is here!”
Yoochun hugged her tightly. “Ooh, Ji-ah, I’ve missed you.”
“Where did you go? Someone said you died.”
Yoochun smiled, and crouched down to her level. “I moved into a friend’s house, but it’s been hard, and I haven’t had time to come and tell everyone.”
“Yoochun-shi,” Hyunjoong said.
Yoochun stood and shook his hand. Hyunjoong took in his appearance with a glance. “Minji, go back to cleaning.”
“Ah, but Papa-“
“Go.”
Minji scuffed her slipper on the floor and with a pout huffed off.
“It’s good to see you,” he said.
Yoochun nodded. “You, too. Do you mind if I play?”
“I was about to close the store for the night.”
“Just a few minutes.”
“Of course.”
Hyunjoong left him on his own. Yoochun moved to an upright piano. Non-electric, with a price tag of $500 on it. Yoochun had wanted one so badly, but every time he started saving for it, a crisis would hit.
He sat on the bench, put his feet on the pedals and his fingers on the keys. He played, he didn’t know what, but he played over and over and around and notes swam through him and over his emotions. He knew that he cried. What felt like moments later, someone sat beside him. He jerked alert, noting the darkness only lit by a lamp bright enough for him to see the keys.
Jaelin, Hyunjoong’s wife. She gave him a cup of tea.
Yoochun had to swallow before he could say thank you.
“What’s wrong, Yoochun-ah?” she whispered.
He shook his head. “Noona, how do I know if I’m in love?”
Jaelin smiled. “Based on how you just lost yourself in music and cried, I’d say you are.”
“But … but it’s complicated.”
“Why?”
“He …” Yoochun shut his mouth and looked away.
Jaelin pursed her lips. “I’m not going to approve of that, young man, but go on.”
“He … he’s given me everything that I could possibly want. He’s bought me everything I need, but at what price? I don’t even know who I am anymore.”
She said nothing for a moment. “He’s rich?”
Yoochun nodded. “Incredibly, extremely, filthy rich. He bought me a Clavinova.”
She gasped.
“I know. He just said, oh hey, I bought you a piano. And … and I love it, and I can compose on it, and … but I don’t want to go back to it. To any of it.”
“Not to him.”
A tear slipped down Yoochun’s cheek. “Going back to him means going back to the rest of it.”
“Do you need a place to stay?” she asked. “Minji would happily give up her bed.”
Yoochun shook his head. “No. I have enough for a hotel. I-”
“Nonsense. You’re staying here. Come on.” She tugged on Yoochun’s arm.
“Noona.”
She smiled. “Fine. Stay and play, but you are going to come up for dinner and you are going to stay the night.”
Yoochun met her eyes. “Thank you, noona.”
Yoochun turned the phone on the next morning. There were a few voicemails from Junsu, a few texts. Some pleading to at least say he was okay. But Yoochun couldn’t even reply to those.
He drank lukewarm, dull coffee, and ate rice and eggs seasoned with pepper for breakfast. He walked Minji to school, and met all of her friends.
On his was back to the shop, he saw SeoHee. Their eyes met.
SeoHee looked dull, lifeless, half the woman she used to be. They both walked forward and stopped and stared and then she said, “I came back but you left.”
“I had no reason to stay,” Yoochun replied.
She swallowed. “You … you look really good.”
“You don’t.”
She bit her lip. “I … I shouldn’t have left.”
Yoochun tried to be angry. He tried to remember all the anger he’d felt when she had abandoned him. He’d been raped for this woman, for her life.
“I miss you,” she said.
Yoochun shook his head. “I don’t miss you.”
She looked flabbergasted.
“I went to work for Kim Junsu in your place because he threatened to kill you,” Yoochun said. “He stole my dignity, and my pride.”
“Chunnie, I-”
Yoochun sighed. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry. Here.” He gave her some of the cash he had. “You look like you need it more than I do.”
He pushed past her.
“Chunnie!”
He kept walking, head lowered. He went back to the Lee’s, but took a round about way to make sure that SeoHee hadn’t followed him. They’d been great friends, and now she looked like a drug addict. She was probably selling herself again.
Was Yoochun any different? Wasn’t he still selling himself to Junsu?
He was quiet during lunch, and then when Jaelin asked, he told them he had a job as a bartender, and that he wouldn’t be off until late and that he’d crash with one of his co-workers.
Jaelin hugged him. “Come back tomorrow, so I know you’re alright.”
Yoochun nodded. He left Survivor on MinJi’s bed, and then started walking. By the time he arrived at Intoxication, he’d made his decision.
He went through the back halls of the club, and knocked on Jiyong’s door.
“Come in.”
Yoochun opened the door.
“God, Yoochun, where the hell have you been?” Jiyong said, arms crossed. He huffed, breath blowing his blond hair off his face.
“Around,” Yoochun said with a wince.
“Junsu has called me four times already today. He called seven times last night. He says you left.”
Yoochun opened his mouth, and then shut it. After a moment, he said, “I can’t work here anymore.”
Jiyong nodded. “Okay.”
“But I need a job.”
He sighed. He wrote a quick note on a piece of paper and said, “Here. Go there. Ask for Taeyang and give him that. He’ll hire you.”
“Thanks.”
“And I guess this is when you ask me not to tell Junsu?”
“Yeah.”
“I have to tell him you quit.”
Yoochun nodded.
The door burst open. “What?” Heechul demanded. “You’re quitting?”
Yoochun stood up. “Yeah. Sorry. I … I have to.”
Heechul pouted and crossed his arms. “You can’t quit. I love you.”
“I love you,” Yoochun said and kissed his cheek. “But I can’t work here anymore.”
Heechul scoffed. “Which means you did something utterly stupid like break up with Junsu. God damn you. He’s rich and attractive and rich, and-and … and rich.”
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah. He is.”
“But where are you going to go? What are you going to do?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t know. But I’ll do it myself. Give this to him.” He set the phone on the desk, bowed to both of them and left the office.
Part 5: Empty Pain
Part 3: Hard Work
Part 2: Dance Around
Part 1: Dress Up
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Pairing: Junsu/Yoochun (minor: Junsu/Yunho, Jaejoong/Yunho, Yoochun/Yunho, Junho/Yunho)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them, nor can I hire them for sexual pleasures.
Summary: Yoochun's supposed-BFF takes off and leaves him with no way to pay his rent. When her previous employer threatens to find her and take care of her, Yoochun goes to work in her place. Really? How hard can it be to be a maid for some rich guy?
Warnings: This fic contains minor cosplay and dubious consent.
This fic is dedicated to samui_sakura Thank you for the insipiration, baby! ♥♥♥ ! ♥♥♥ !
Poster credit goes to ponyboy. Thank you darling! I love it!!! ♥♥♥
Part 4:
“Minho,” Junsu said to the driver. “Take us to Junho’s first.”
Yoochun looked at him in question.
“We have some papers to go over. My father agreed to let me expand the clubs, but only if Junho agreed to it. It’s both of our names and reputations that are going to take over my father’s company.”
Yoochun nodded. “Makes sense. And what did Junho say?”
“Junho’s a bigger pervert than Jaejoong,” he said with a smirk. “Although, with less sadistic procedures.”
Junsu snuggled into his body, and Yoochun held him tightly. It’d been the first time in almost a week that they’d been together. Junsu had meetings and more meetings and press conferences and interviews, all about Intoxication. But Junsu told him not to worry, that he, his father and their public relations managed to tone down the bad press and the rumors surrounding it.
“I’ve missed you,” Junsu whispered, lips pressed against Yoochun’s collar bone. His fingers opened the top few buttons of Yoochun’s shirt.
Yoochun grabbed his wrist. “I’ve missed you, too, but you are not making me horny in the back of this car. Minho doesn’t need to see that.”
“You’re right,” he said. “Minho, drive around for … oh, I’d say about twenty minutes before going to my brother’s.”
Minho smirked at them through the review mirror. A dark partition slid up from the seat and blocked his view.
Junsu smiled and crawled into Yoochun’s lap. His fingers went back to the buttons. “Are you wearing panties or boxers today?”
Yoochun chuckled and leaned forward to steal Junsu’s lips in a kiss. “Why don’t you go down there and find out?”
Junsu moan and fell to his knees. The belt buckle clinked as Junsu slipped it free. With practiced ease, he unbuttoned Yoochun’s jeans. Junsu whimpered in disappointment when there was no additional cloth between his jeans and his hard cock.
“Wait,” Yoochun said with a grin. He lifted his hips and pushed the jeans down his legs, Junsu helped pull them off, eyes watering as black, thigh high stockings were revealed.
Yoochun's stockings
“They’re kind of boring because I wasn’t planning on showing them off, but I know you love it when I wear stockings.”
Junsu moaned and kissed the top of each one. Yoochun turned on the wide seat and spread his legs, putting one foot up on the seat and the other on the floor. Junsu ran his hands up and down the silk-covered legs. He lowered his head and licked the tip of Yoochun’s erection.
Yoochun leaned his head back with a moan.
Junsu’s hands slid up his legs, over his stomach and fingers tweaked his nipples. He tongued the slit of Yoochun’s cock and then wrapped his mouth around the head, sucking lightly.
“Fuck, Su,” Yoochun whispered and put his hand on Junsu’s head.
Junsu hummed and let more of Yoochun’s cock in his mouth.
“If you want me to come fast, you’re doing a great job,” Yoochun said, arching his hips. Junsu’s tongue spread around his cock again, the muscles tightened around him, and Yoochun whimpered, feeling his orgasm grow. Junsu’s arm snaked around his back and pulled him, making him slouch lower in the seat. Yoochun’s other leg lifted, foot sliding on the glass of the dark partition.
A wet finger pushed into his body and with a shout, Yoochun came into Junsu’s mouth. Junsu hummed in appreciation and slipped another finger into Yoochun’s body.
“This is going to be uncomfortable,” Yoochun said as Junsu prepped him. The arm around his waist jerked him again, and Yoochun ended up on his back, legs in the air, Junsu hovering over him.
“Don’t care,” Junsu said and he covered his hand in lube.
“Where the …”
“You think I’m going to have you alone for the first time in what feels like forever and not fuck you?” Junsu said, pushing three fingers back into Yoochun .
“Good point,” Yoochun said with a smile.
Junsu captured his lips in a kiss. The hand not practically buried in Yoochun’s ass loosened his belt and unclasped his pants. He fished out his cock, and then yanked his fingers from Yoochun. He covered his cock in lube. The head prodded his hole, but Junsu couldn’t get a good angle, and he growled in frustration.
Yoochun chuckled and pushed him back. “Sit down,” he said. “Take your pants off, so you don’t make a mess on them.”
Junsu frowned, but did as he was told.
Yoochun straddled Junsu’s lap. Junsu’s hands landed on his hips. Yoochun grabbed Junsu’s cock and held it up. Junsu slipped further down the seat, neck bent. As soon as the tip of Junsu’s cock was pressed up against Yoochun’s hole, Junsu thrust up, pushing past the ring of muscle. They both moaned. Yoochun planted his hands on the back of the seat and lifted up, face contorting as his body stretched to let Junsu in.
“Too long,” Junsu gasped. “Too long.”
Yoochun nodded.
“Never again am I going more than a day without fucking you.”
Yoochun laughed. When he was finally fully seated on Junsu’s lap, both of their bodies clenching, he stopped. Their lips met and Junsu’s hips rose, pulling a moan from Yoochun. Yoochun wrapped his hand around his cock and started moving, up and down, riding Junsu’s cock, fast and quick, because god, he wanted to feel it all the way down to his toes. Junsu’s hands rubbed up and down his stocking-clad thighs and legs.
“Fuck, Yoochun, fuck!” Junsu screamed and his eyes shut. His body shook, and Yoochun stilled. Junsu whimpered, and then grabbed Yoochun’s hips and lifted him up, slamming his hips up, thrusting into him. Yoochun’s second orgasm was whipping through him just as quickly as the first. Their voices joined, cries echoing through the car as they both came. Yoochun pumped his release all over Junsu’s shirt.
“Damn it,” Junsu muttered, breath short. “I loved this shirt.”
“Buy another one, rich boy,” Yoochun said, and they kissed again.
They rearranged, cuddling up on the seat. Junsu hit an intercom button and told Minho to go to his brother’s. A single finger traced circles over the black silk covering Yoochun’s thigh.
“We are going to play tonight,” Junsu said.
Yoochun smiled. “Good. I may or may not have something new to show you.”
Junsu’s cock twitched. “Really?”
“Yep.”
The car stopped, and Minho said they had arrived over the intercom. With a bit of difficulty, they both dressed enough to no longer be obscene. Junsu kissed Yoochun one more time before climbing out of the car. They were in an underground parking garage, and Junsu went straight to the elevator. It dinged open, and once inside, he hit the button for the top floor.
Their fingers laced together, and Junsu leaned into him for a short kiss that lasted until they reached the top. The dinging of the elevator jolted them apart. They smiled at each other and then Junsu led the way out into an opulent lobby. A butler bowed and opened the main door for him.
If Yoochun though Junsu’s master suite was amazing, it was nothing compared to this one. All the furniture was black, the carpet cream. Red and white pillows were thrown all over. The entire wall was windows.
“SuSu!”
A very happy Yunho was suddenly in Junsu’s arms, kissing his cheek and neck. All he wore was a pair of tight black boxer briefs.
Junsu laughed. “Yunho! Stop!”
Yunho did and bit his lip and looked away. “Sorry, SuSu.”
Junsu touched his cheek and smiled. “You must have missed me.”
Yunho nodded and then his eyes met Yoochun’s and he blushed and looked away. “Hi, Yoochun-shi.”
“Hey, Yunho.”
“Where’s Junho?” Junsu asked.
“Taking a shower,” Yunho said with a bit of a pout. “He said I couldn’t help him.”
“Why?”
“He says I’m too distracting in the shower.”
Junsu laughed. “Yes, darling, you are incredibly distracting. Yoochun and I are going to go into my room for a moment and change clothes. Will you go tell my brother I’m here?”
“Okay,” he said and walked across the room.
“He looks better,” Yoochun said as soon as Junsu turned and led them the opposite way.
Junsu nodded. “It’s because Junho knows how to take care of him. I should have never given him to Jaejoong, even if it was just for a few weeks.”
The room Junsu led him to was a bit larger than the one Yoochun had lived in at Junsu’s penthouse. The bed and décor were soft browns and blues. Yoochun liked it.
“Bathroom is through there if you want to rinse off.”
Yoochun smirked. “I like having your come dripping out of my ass.”
Junsu shivered and shoved him. “Go clean up.”
Yoochun laughed and went to the bathroom. He had to pull the stockings off, they were ruined now with come and lube all over them.
When Yoochun came out of the bathroom, he said, “We’re even. I ruined your favorite shirt, and you ruined my favorite pair of stockings.”
Junsu smiled. “Get dressed before I jump you,” he said and left the room quickly.
Yoochun pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and a tight orange t-shirt. He felt … weird, not having anything feminine on. To make up for it, he pulled his hair back into a short ponytail.
Junsu was waiting for him in the hallway. He held out his hand and led the way back to the main room.
Junho sat on the couch, Yunho straddling his lap. Junho’s hands gripped his ass and they were kissing.
Junsu cleared his throat. Junho flipped him off and with an arm firmly around Yunho’s back, laid him down on the couch, their lips stayed together. Junho’s hand massaged the bulge in Yunho’s boxers.
Junsu sighed in annoyance and bent forward to grab some papers on the coffee table. He ran fingers through Yoochun’s hair as he read the contracts.
“Half?” Junsu said in surprise.
Junho broke away from Yunho’s lips long enough to say, “Yes. It’s your business. You started it. It’s not fair for me to have more than that.”
“But this makes it ours.”
“I know that, dork. But am I seventy percent of our twinship and you’re only thirty? No. It takes two people to make twins.”
“Father isn’t going to like this at all.”
“Father can kiss my ass. He said he wasn’t going to get involved. This is what I want. Either sign it, and be happy that I’m trying to be fair, or be a little bitch about it.”
Junsu sighed. “Fine. Whatever. But you have to take the heat for it.”
Junho smiled and then went back to Yunho’s mouth.
Yoochun tried to concentrate on Junsu, but watching Yunho’s body being pleasured was distracting.
“What’s this?” Junsu asked.
Junho reluctantly broke away from Yunho again and glared. “What’s what?”
“This hiring and firing thing?”
“Look, bro,” Junho said and sat up. One hand continued massaging Yunho’s cock and the other twisted his nipple. Yunho’s body twisted in pleasure, but not a single sound escaped his lips. “I’m doing this because Father is making me, not because I want to. As far as I’m concerned, you’re in charge, and I’m the silent party. I don’t want anything to do with it.”
“But, bro-”
“Junsu, you’re opening a strip club. I just want to see the shows.” He smirked and then leaned down to Yunho, kissing him again.
Junsu’s eyes went wide. “Ho …”
Junho moaned to show he was listening.
“Yunho should do it.”
“Do what?” Junho asked between kisses.
“Strip, at the club.”
Junho finally broke away, eyebrows raised in interest. “What?”
“We’ve been trying to find something for him, something that he’d want to do to get out of here, and earn some money.”
“Genius brother, fantastically genius. Yunho?”
“Yeah, HoHo?”
“You want to be a stripper?”
“I am for you, aren’t I?”
“Yes, but SuSu is opening a strip club and you can work there if you want.”
Yunho frowned.
Junsu rose from the couch and kneeled next to Yunho. He ran his hands through Yunho’s hair. “We’re not trying to get rid of you, baby. We love you. But we want you to work and be happy and have money of your own to spend.”
“But I am happy,” Yunho said, “and you give me everything I need.”
“Just order him to do it,” Junho said.
Junsu shook his head. “No. You’re an amazing stripper, Yunho. You’ll make lots of money. And a lot of men will come and watch you. Remember at Jaejoong’s birthday last year, how much fun you had?”
“Yeah, but …” Yunho frowned.
“Just think about it,” Junsu said. “It will make us both happy if you do it, but we only want you to do it if you want to do it.”
Yunho bit his lower lip and Junsu leaned forward and kissed him. “Don’t do that.”
“Sorry, SuSu.”
“The club won’t be open for a month, so think about it, okay?”
Yunho nodded.
“Can I kiss him now?” Junho asked and shoved Junsu away. “Go back to your own toy.”
“Junho,” Junsu said, voice warning.
Junho rolled his eyes and smiled at Yoochun. “Sorry, Chunnie, but really.”
Yoochun grinned back. “It’s okay. I like it when he plays with me.”
Junho laughed. Junsu grumbled but stood up and came back to Yoochun on the couch. He sat down and read through the rest of the papers. Yoochun watched Junho and Yunho together, his cock hardening as Junho teased Yunho’s skin with fingers and tongue.
“So what are we calling this club?”
Junho sighed. “Um, get the hell out of my house. That sounds like a good name.”
“Fuck off. I told you I was coming over to do this today.”
“Whatever,” Junho said. “We’re meeting with lawyers tomorrow. Whatever you want to change, change it and I’ll sign it. Now get the fuck out.”
Junsu sighed. “God, sometimes I hate you, you horny asshole. You probably fucked Yunho an hour ago.”
Yunho giggled.
Junsu stood up, and took the papers with him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Junho. Bring Yunho with you.”
Junho waved him away with a finger in the air.
Junsu chuckled and turned to Yoochun. “Let’s go get some lunch.”
After lunch, Junsu drove Yoochun home. He kissed the back of Yoochun’s hand and said, “I have a surprise for you.”
Yoochun sighed.
“Hey. It’s within the rules,” Junsu said. “At eight oh clock, go to your roof. Dress nicely.”
Yoochun smirked.
Junsu clarified. “Dress in a suit. You can save your surprise for me for later.”
“Okay.”
Junsu leaned over the console and kissed him. “Damn responsibilities. I want to drag you upstairs and peel that t-shirt off you.”
“Anticipation,” Yoochun said.
“It sucks.”
Yoochun laughed. Their kiss extended into minutes, and didn’t stop until Yoochun pried Junsu’s hands off his cheeks.
“Go,” he whispered, and pecked Junsu’s lips. “It’s only a few hours.”
“A few hours without you is a lifetime,” Junsu replied.
“You’re so corny.”
Junsu kissed him again. “I’m so in love.”
Yoochun fought the blush that crept up his cheeks. He bit his lip and looked away. Junsu had fallen into the habit of randomly telling Yoochun he loved him. But Yoochun still wasn’t sure about his own feelings. He’d never been in love, and he’d never thought that he’d fall in love with another man or someone like Junsu.
Junsu rubbed the pad of his thumb on Yoochun’s cheek. “I do love you, Chunnie,” he whispered.
Yoochun caught the thumb between his lips for a moment. “I know,” he whispered.
Junsu smiled in defeat. Yoochun knew that Junsu would never force him or try to make him feel like he had to love him.
They kissed again, but Yoochun kept it to a soft press of lips before pulling away.
“I’ll call you later,” Junsu whispered.
Yoochun nodded and climbed out of the car. He turned and waved just before entering his apartment building. Junsu honked in farewell. Yoochun sighed. He climbed the stairs of his apartment with heavy feet. He had to figure this out, deal with his emotions. When he was with Junsu, it felt so easy to say I love you. When he wasn’t with Junsu, he wasn’t so sure.
Junsu had hurt him, made him feel used and broken. A little voice reminded Yoochun that things were different now, but were they really? It been almost two months, only two months, and there was still pain in Yoochun’s heart when he thought of Junsu.
Yoochun stood in the middle of his living room.
Everything in it was from Junsu. Everything he owned except Survivor, his dolphin plushie that sat on his dresser, had been bought and given to him by Junsu.
Who was he, really? Without Junsu?
He thought of who he had been before. And yes, he’d been poor, barely surviving, barely eating, barely living. No, he hadn’t been happy, but he had been himself.
He trailed his fingers over the keys of his piano. Or was it Junsu’s piano?
His eyes traveled around the room, and Junsu was everywhere. But where was he?
Part of him knew that if Junsu had been there, he wouldn’t be having these thoughts. But to Yoochun, it seemed more important for him to not have these thoughts when he was alone. Instead of questioning Junsu’s motives, shouldn’t he have been missing him? Shouldn’t Yoochun be excited to see him? Excited for his surprise?
Confusion ran through him.
He went to his bedroom. His hands peeled off the borrowed clothes. He went naked into the closet. So much of Junsu in the styles and the cuts and brand names.
Yoochun picked out a pair of jeans he had bought a few days before. They’d cost him twenty dollars. He put on a yellow t-shirt that had a piano on the front and black writing that said, play me. It’d cost him six dollars on sale. He didn’t have his own jacket, so he picked a hoody that hadn’t been more than a hundred dollars. He zipped it up. Keys, phone, some cash in the pocket. Again, he wore the cheapest pair of shoes he had.
He grabbed Survivor from the dresser and hugged him close. He’d been thrown in the washer, and then the drying. Yoochun had stared, wide eyed and scared until his mom pulled the plushie out. And Yoochun had renamed him Survivor. Yoochun couldn't remember what he'd first called him.
With the toy firmly in his hand, he left the apartment.
At first he had no idea what to do, so he walked, thinking, trying to think, trying not to think. He did cry, because he wanted to love Junsu, but he was too close to Junsu, and Junsu was too engrained in everything he did. Every aspect of his life was controlled by Junsu, even if Junsu hadn’t meant to do it. He had an apartment and a job, both provided for by Junsu.
By the time he’d found his way into familiar alleys of the city, Yoochun came to the conclusion that he still felt like a whore.
His phone vibrated. Again, bought for by Junsu. Paid for by Junsu. He took it out of his pocket.
thinking of you
Yoochun smiled, but didn’t reply. His feet settled easily into the route through his old neighborhood. Friends and the ajummah down the road said hello, and he stopped to talk to a few who thought he had died.
When he was asked where he was living, Yoochun was vague, because how did you tell these people who used to admire you that you had a sugar daddy and couldn’t provide for yourself anymore?
Yoochun bought a pack of cigarettes from the Crazy Guy who owned the Little Hut. He was shocked to see Yoochun, but happy and for the first time, Yoochun found out that the crazy guy’s name was JungSoo. He promised he would be back and he wouldn’t disappear again.
Yoochun felt at home here. He smoked cigarettes. He wasn’t surprised when he found himself outside of the local instrument store. Lee HyunJoong always let him in to play the piano.
He checked his phone. It was already seven.
Like a coward, he sent a text to Junsu instead of calling.
I won’t be there tonight.
Two seconds later, the phone rang. Yoochun ignored the call, and sent another text.
please understand, please
??? Chunnie, what’s wrong
Yoochun swallowed tears. please, i can’t … let me think.
anything you need, anything, but Yoochun, answer the phone please, talk to me
I can’t … not right now. I’m so sorry
Yoochun turned the phone off. He wiped a few tears, took a deep breath and entered the shop.
“Annyeon-Yoochun! Yoochun-ah? Yoochun! Chunnie!”
A moment later, he had his arms full of eleven-year-old Minji, HyunJoong’s daughter. She kissed his cheek and then shouted, “Papa! Papa! Yoochun is here!”
Yoochun hugged her tightly. “Ooh, Ji-ah, I’ve missed you.”
“Where did you go? Someone said you died.”
Yoochun smiled, and crouched down to her level. “I moved into a friend’s house, but it’s been hard, and I haven’t had time to come and tell everyone.”
“Yoochun-shi,” Hyunjoong said.
Yoochun stood and shook his hand. Hyunjoong took in his appearance with a glance. “Minji, go back to cleaning.”
“Ah, but Papa-“
“Go.”
Minji scuffed her slipper on the floor and with a pout huffed off.
“It’s good to see you,” he said.
Yoochun nodded. “You, too. Do you mind if I play?”
“I was about to close the store for the night.”
“Just a few minutes.”
“Of course.”
Hyunjoong left him on his own. Yoochun moved to an upright piano. Non-electric, with a price tag of $500 on it. Yoochun had wanted one so badly, but every time he started saving for it, a crisis would hit.
He sat on the bench, put his feet on the pedals and his fingers on the keys. He played, he didn’t know what, but he played over and over and around and notes swam through him and over his emotions. He knew that he cried. What felt like moments later, someone sat beside him. He jerked alert, noting the darkness only lit by a lamp bright enough for him to see the keys.
Jaelin, Hyunjoong’s wife. She gave him a cup of tea.
Yoochun had to swallow before he could say thank you.
“What’s wrong, Yoochun-ah?” she whispered.
He shook his head. “Noona, how do I know if I’m in love?”
Jaelin smiled. “Based on how you just lost yourself in music and cried, I’d say you are.”
“But … but it’s complicated.”
“Why?”
“He …” Yoochun shut his mouth and looked away.
Jaelin pursed her lips. “I’m not going to approve of that, young man, but go on.”
“He … he’s given me everything that I could possibly want. He’s bought me everything I need, but at what price? I don’t even know who I am anymore.”
She said nothing for a moment. “He’s rich?”
Yoochun nodded. “Incredibly, extremely, filthy rich. He bought me a Clavinova.”
She gasped.
“I know. He just said, oh hey, I bought you a piano. And … and I love it, and I can compose on it, and … but I don’t want to go back to it. To any of it.”
“Not to him.”
A tear slipped down Yoochun’s cheek. “Going back to him means going back to the rest of it.”
“Do you need a place to stay?” she asked. “Minji would happily give up her bed.”
Yoochun shook his head. “No. I have enough for a hotel. I-”
“Nonsense. You’re staying here. Come on.” She tugged on Yoochun’s arm.
“Noona.”
She smiled. “Fine. Stay and play, but you are going to come up for dinner and you are going to stay the night.”
Yoochun met her eyes. “Thank you, noona.”
Yoochun turned the phone on the next morning. There were a few voicemails from Junsu, a few texts. Some pleading to at least say he was okay. But Yoochun couldn’t even reply to those.
He drank lukewarm, dull coffee, and ate rice and eggs seasoned with pepper for breakfast. He walked Minji to school, and met all of her friends.
On his was back to the shop, he saw SeoHee. Their eyes met.
SeoHee looked dull, lifeless, half the woman she used to be. They both walked forward and stopped and stared and then she said, “I came back but you left.”
“I had no reason to stay,” Yoochun replied.
She swallowed. “You … you look really good.”
“You don’t.”
She bit her lip. “I … I shouldn’t have left.”
Yoochun tried to be angry. He tried to remember all the anger he’d felt when she had abandoned him. He’d been raped for this woman, for her life.
“I miss you,” she said.
Yoochun shook his head. “I don’t miss you.”
She looked flabbergasted.
“I went to work for Kim Junsu in your place because he threatened to kill you,” Yoochun said. “He stole my dignity, and my pride.”
“Chunnie, I-”
Yoochun sighed. “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry. Here.” He gave her some of the cash he had. “You look like you need it more than I do.”
He pushed past her.
“Chunnie!”
He kept walking, head lowered. He went back to the Lee’s, but took a round about way to make sure that SeoHee hadn’t followed him. They’d been great friends, and now she looked like a drug addict. She was probably selling herself again.
Was Yoochun any different? Wasn’t he still selling himself to Junsu?
He was quiet during lunch, and then when Jaelin asked, he told them he had a job as a bartender, and that he wouldn’t be off until late and that he’d crash with one of his co-workers.
Jaelin hugged him. “Come back tomorrow, so I know you’re alright.”
Yoochun nodded. He left Survivor on MinJi’s bed, and then started walking. By the time he arrived at Intoxication, he’d made his decision.
He went through the back halls of the club, and knocked on Jiyong’s door.
“Come in.”
Yoochun opened the door.
“God, Yoochun, where the hell have you been?” Jiyong said, arms crossed. He huffed, breath blowing his blond hair off his face.
“Around,” Yoochun said with a wince.
“Junsu has called me four times already today. He called seven times last night. He says you left.”
Yoochun opened his mouth, and then shut it. After a moment, he said, “I can’t work here anymore.”
Jiyong nodded. “Okay.”
“But I need a job.”
He sighed. He wrote a quick note on a piece of paper and said, “Here. Go there. Ask for Taeyang and give him that. He’ll hire you.”
“Thanks.”
“And I guess this is when you ask me not to tell Junsu?”
“Yeah.”
“I have to tell him you quit.”
Yoochun nodded.
The door burst open. “What?” Heechul demanded. “You’re quitting?”
Yoochun stood up. “Yeah. Sorry. I … I have to.”
Heechul pouted and crossed his arms. “You can’t quit. I love you.”
“I love you,” Yoochun said and kissed his cheek. “But I can’t work here anymore.”
Heechul scoffed. “Which means you did something utterly stupid like break up with Junsu. God damn you. He’s rich and attractive and rich, and-and … and rich.”
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah. He is.”
“But where are you going to go? What are you going to do?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t know. But I’ll do it myself. Give this to him.” He set the phone on the desk, bowed to both of them and left the office.
Part 5: Empty Pain
Part 3: Hard Work
Part 2: Dance Around
Part 1: Dress Up
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