Will- O'- the- Wisp: Chapter 1
Title: Will- O'- the- Wisp
Author: chaebol
Plot by: kpopbee
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Mystery, horror, romance, mpreg, some angst and humor
Length: (1/?)
Warning(s): lots of explicit smut, some language
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Jaejoong turned sixteen, he started dreaming of certain things. Things with gentle hands, strong legs, broad shoulders, smooth tan skin, a cunning face with sweet luscious lips and an alluring voice whispering delicious sin every night. He was tempted to wake up. He really was. He just didn’t know how.
Chapter 1
“No…” A hand reached in between his thigh while another grasped onto a handful of his ass. It burned against his skin, enflaming him to the very edge and he couldn’t resist letting out a moan- a sensual moan. Obviously too blinded by lust and want, which excessively needs to be fulfilled or his mind just might combust then and there.
Smoothly, the body hovered over his own, leaving him absolutely no room at all to make an attempt getaway, especially with his feeble hands tied up above his head. His clothes were already lost in the process and he almost couldn’t bear to hold in a sneeze. However, with the occasional hands burning him down in heat, he flushed in embarrassment instead and unconsciously left his mouth hung open- implicitly delighted for more.
He felt a pair of moist lips drift over the sensitivity of his nape and his mind turned into haze instantly.
It felt so good.
So good.
And he shamelessly wanted more.
“Ah, ah… ple-“ he plead, but the hands didn’t cease their motion and took hold of his length, pumping it rhythmically until he was so close to a release.
So so close.
Subconsciously, his hands clutched onto his bed sheets and he could tell the person above him was smirking with amusement even though his eyes were closed shut. The hand squeezed his manhood so delectably, those slim fingers stroked him off so evenly and he almost forgot how to breathe.
It only took a few more strokes when he let out a scream of ecstasy and came all over the other’s hand. “Ahh!!”
beep beep beep
The alarm clock went off and Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered open immediately. The sight of his bedroom ceiling greeted him and he was met with yet again, cold sweat and an icky wet soiling in his pants.
“Ugh.” He groaned, wiping his drenched forehead with the back of his hand, and then sighed.
It was the same dream again.
The same dream he had for almost the past two years now.
It was since the night he turned sixteen, a person- a man specifically had been visiting him every time he slept. A built, tall man with strong arms, whose chestnut colored hair radiated even throughout the depths of the dark night- touched him with those gentle beautiful hands.
He was always smiling, taunting or just plainly amused every time he visited yet, Jaejoong could never make out his face. Particularly the facial area since it was always a blur and he couldn’t decipher what sort of features the other man held even when he was busy stroking him off to a near climax.
Getting up, Jaejoong looked up at his alarm clock, noting it was blinking 6:05, five minutes past the original time he never set.
Originally, he would set his alarm clock to seven-thirty, however ever since those dreams started, he’s been waking up an hour and a half earlier after his violated session- or what horny people would call it, a wet dream. A development during the stages of puberty in which he thought he had already finished growing but alas never fail to appear after every single dream.
He sighed at the thought.
Either way, it’s not like the person in his dreams went that far with him. Not that the wanted it to- with a man at that.
Stretching his limbs, Jaejoong got out of bed and went into the bathroom to freshen up. He had to meet up with Yoochun later today to work on their project and the deadline wasn’t that far either.
Even though he was up earlier than usual, it was hard enough to go back to sleep because he never wanted to re-visit his dreams again. Considering one time every night is already insanely crazy and he would rather not go outside with a tent sticking out on his pants thank you very much.
He just needed to stop thinking about it.
It was only another dream and it can’t possibly hurt him.
- ->
“You’re late” Yoochun stated the first thing he saw Jaejoong. “Have you been getting enough sleep? The bags under your eyes are darker than last tim- “
“I’m fine.” Jaejoong intercepted before his friend could inquire further. Although, he had told him that he hasn’t been able to sleep very well ever since they entered a new school together two years ago and only because he couldn’t handle the new environment and workload. However, the excuse was running thin and his sleep hasn’t been getting better because if he knew Yoochun well, he wouldn’t buy the same story any longer.
Not when his childhood friend’s life is deteriorating.
“I know you’re not, Jaejoong. Didn’t I tell you to try to sleep earlier for once? Why do you have to keep staying up all night studying? Relax and get some rest. I don’t want you collapsing on me one day.” Yoochun said in a half caring and a-matter-of-factly way, which he probably adopted from spending too much time with Changmin, Jaejoong thinks.
If only I could tell my night visitor that. I would gladly go to sleep. Jaejoong mentally grunted but smiled to his friend instead. “I’ll try.”
“Trying doesn’t solve everything.” His other friend, Changmin approached them. Mildly saying ‘hi’ to Yoochun before turning to Jaejoong. “It is important to sleep so you can enhance your long-term memory, which I might add, will help you pass your exams instead of studying all-nighters. Therefore…”
He pointed straight at Jaejoong’s forehead, who took a moment to process what was happening. “Go to sleep.” Changmin stated in a monotone and flicked the other on the forehead.
“Aish…” Jaejoong groaned, rubbing his forehead attentively and glared at Changmin, who only glared back.
“Now now, children. We have class and a project to work on today.” Yoochun cooed in a higher voice, hoping to soothe his two friends before they go all out at each other’s throats and in front of the school at that.
Quietly, Changmin was the first to leave, and then pause. “Fine. If someone doesn’t want to take my advice, he doesn’t have to.” He snorted, quickly utilizing his god damn long legs to enter the building before anyone else ahead of him.
“C’mon Jaejoong.” Yoochun suggest but was also ignored when Jaejoong decided to enter the building first followed by his friend.
Obviously, he would take the advice.
He just can’t use it.
- ->
Today they had to dissect a frog.
Apparently, everyone had to be grouped together and take out its insides one by one. If anything, it wasn’t the most disgusting Jaejoong has ever seen in his entire life.
Clearly, not much people in their right mind would perform the activity in real life.
Unless that was their life.
Practically, almost everyone who took one look at the frog lying on the table, quickly looked away or handed it out to another member who is most likely forced and pressured to do the project for them with all eyes watching.
Luckily, Jaejoong didn’t have to do much for the dissecting project because one of his classmates in his group, Kyuhyun wasn’t scared and had been looking happily forward to taking the frog apart. Saving the rest of his group from watching a live specimen’s inside and satisfying their classmate’s fascination.
However, there were some people who couldn’t handle it and had already left the table, heading toward the sink to empty out their lunches.
One classmate was holding his mouth with scalpel in his hand, but he began gagging and his other classmates promptly stepped away from him.
“Are you alright?” He pulled the smaller man away from the table, where the dissection sat and it looked like he was about to barf on it. Another person already pushed forward to cover for him since they only had the class period to finish the project before it was due.
Hurriedly, Jaejoong directed the smaller man to the sink and watch the poor guy pour his lunch out as he moved away to avoid being a victim to the trait stomach acids.
After the shorter man was finished, he cleaned his mouth and began rummaging in his pocket for a bottle, taking out a pill and swallowing it in mere seconds.
“What are you doing?” He asked curiously, startling the smaller man who quickly attempted to cover up the bottle to took out of his pocket just a moment ago and tried to stuff it back in.
“N-n-nothing. Nothing at all, Kim Jaejoong-sshi.” The smaller classmate, Ryeowook was it? His last name was also ‘Kim’ from what he remembers.
“Why are you hiding ‘that’?” He pointed to the other man’s pocket, who suddenly let out surprised squeak, like a mouse and covered his pocket again. His eyes growing wider with suspicion and Jaejoong could tell he was pouring sweat from the obvious discomfort. “Uhh…um…I-I…” He looked around, making sure the other classmates were too occupied with the dissecting project before turning around, closely to the sink and whispered to Jaejoong’s ear.
“It’s speed.”
Surprised, Jaejoong’s eyes widen and Ryeowook pulled him back down because he was about to get up. He signaled a finger in front of his mouth and implicitly told him to be quiet.
Even though, Jaejoong didn’t want to be quiet about it because he was on the verge of avoiding the said man for bringing some illegal to campus.
“Just listen first. I don’t take these often and I only take it when I need to. Please my grades are slipping. I only use these to stay awake and it’s not bad as long as you’re not addicte- ehh!” Swiftly Jaejoong pushed Ryeowook to the wall and the smaller man yelped.
“What did you say?”
“As long as you’re not add- it!” Jaejoong pushed him against the wall again, earning him another half-yelp because he covered the shorter man’s mouth and he glanced around for a second to make sure no one heard that.
“Before that.” He demanded.
Ryeowook gulped. “Use these to stay awake?” He answered in a question, hoping it was correct because he didn’t want to be pummeled by the other man after his embarrassing episode.
“Use these to stay awake? Are you sure?” Jaejoong insisted, expecting it to be true because if it is, then maybe they could help him with his dreams.
“Y-yes. They work, but not all the tim-ah!”
“Why not?”
“You can get a-a-addicted.” He wheezed, too exhausted from the physical threats.
Addictive but avoidable, he thought.
“Could you give them to me?”
“B-but, it took me a long time to get the-esshh!” Another pressure shoved him along the wall and Jaejoong thought the other man would understand his demands by now.
He handed the bottle to Jaejoong and he released the smaller man. Pocketing the bottle, he heading back to his group to find they were nearly finished and he swiftly asked Donghae if he could copy his answers.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
He could finally get rid of his dreams.
- ->
After Jaejoong finished dinner, he headed to his room with a glass of water to do his homework even though school hours were already long overdue. Taking out the bottle he got from Ryeowook, he uncapped it and grabbed two pills as instructed on the bottle.
Gulping down the pills, Jaejoong let the medication do their work and he could feel the adrenaline quickly circling its way around his body- right down to every single cell. His vision became clear and he noticed the way his hands closed together, the stressing of his muscle hurt less and he wasn’t tired or sleepy at all. He grinned.
“I’m going to beat this. For sure this time.” He smiled triumphantly, even if the drugs were to give him some sort of side effects afterwards, he wouldn’t regret it because it would show that he had succeeded enough to avoid his perpetrator tonight.
Even if he had to risk his life, it was worth a try. Two years, fuck, if it hasn’t left him by now, he doesn’t know when the dreams will ever.
Humming, Jaejoong grabbed his textbook at the edge of his bed, ready to spend an all-nighter doing homework until the drug wears off. However, just when he turned around- about to retrieve his book, another hand made a grab for it and landed right above his own.
He looked up from the hand to the person it belonged and his eyes widen.
“Hello, BooJae.”
A/N: Hello. I finally started on the plot kpopbee gave me and I hope I have done it justice rather than disappoint. OTL This is not going to be a really long series but I do hope it will continue to interest all of you. ^___^;
Author: chaebol
Plot by: kpopbee
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Mystery, horror, romance, mpreg, some angst and humor
Length: (1/?)
Warning(s): lots of explicit smut, some language
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When Jaejoong turned sixteen, he started dreaming of certain things. Things with gentle hands, strong legs, broad shoulders, smooth tan skin, a cunning face with sweet luscious lips and an alluring voice whispering delicious sin every night. He was tempted to wake up. He really was. He just didn’t know how.
Chapter 1
“No…” A hand reached in between his thigh while another grasped onto a handful of his ass. It burned against his skin, enflaming him to the very edge and he couldn’t resist letting out a moan- a sensual moan. Obviously too blinded by lust and want, which excessively needs to be fulfilled or his mind just might combust then and there.
Smoothly, the body hovered over his own, leaving him absolutely no room at all to make an attempt getaway, especially with his feeble hands tied up above his head. His clothes were already lost in the process and he almost couldn’t bear to hold in a sneeze. However, with the occasional hands burning him down in heat, he flushed in embarrassment instead and unconsciously left his mouth hung open- implicitly delighted for more.
He felt a pair of moist lips drift over the sensitivity of his nape and his mind turned into haze instantly.
It felt so good.
So good.
And he shamelessly wanted more.
“Ah, ah… ple-“ he plead, but the hands didn’t cease their motion and took hold of his length, pumping it rhythmically until he was so close to a release.
So so close.
Subconsciously, his hands clutched onto his bed sheets and he could tell the person above him was smirking with amusement even though his eyes were closed shut. The hand squeezed his manhood so delectably, those slim fingers stroked him off so evenly and he almost forgot how to breathe.
It only took a few more strokes when he let out a scream of ecstasy and came all over the other’s hand. “Ahh!!”
beep beep beep
The alarm clock went off and Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered open immediately. The sight of his bedroom ceiling greeted him and he was met with yet again, cold sweat and an icky wet soiling in his pants.
“Ugh.” He groaned, wiping his drenched forehead with the back of his hand, and then sighed.
It was the same dream again.
The same dream he had for almost the past two years now.
It was since the night he turned sixteen, a person- a man specifically had been visiting him every time he slept. A built, tall man with strong arms, whose chestnut colored hair radiated even throughout the depths of the dark night- touched him with those gentle beautiful hands.
He was always smiling, taunting or just plainly amused every time he visited yet, Jaejoong could never make out his face. Particularly the facial area since it was always a blur and he couldn’t decipher what sort of features the other man held even when he was busy stroking him off to a near climax.
Getting up, Jaejoong looked up at his alarm clock, noting it was blinking 6:05, five minutes past the original time he never set.
Originally, he would set his alarm clock to seven-thirty, however ever since those dreams started, he’s been waking up an hour and a half earlier after his violated session- or what horny people would call it, a wet dream. A development during the stages of puberty in which he thought he had already finished growing but alas never fail to appear after every single dream.
He sighed at the thought.
Either way, it’s not like the person in his dreams went that far with him. Not that the wanted it to- with a man at that.
Stretching his limbs, Jaejoong got out of bed and went into the bathroom to freshen up. He had to meet up with Yoochun later today to work on their project and the deadline wasn’t that far either.
Even though he was up earlier than usual, it was hard enough to go back to sleep because he never wanted to re-visit his dreams again. Considering one time every night is already insanely crazy and he would rather not go outside with a tent sticking out on his pants thank you very much.
He just needed to stop thinking about it.
It was only another dream and it can’t possibly hurt him.
- ->
“You’re late” Yoochun stated the first thing he saw Jaejoong. “Have you been getting enough sleep? The bags under your eyes are darker than last tim- “
“I’m fine.” Jaejoong intercepted before his friend could inquire further. Although, he had told him that he hasn’t been able to sleep very well ever since they entered a new school together two years ago and only because he couldn’t handle the new environment and workload. However, the excuse was running thin and his sleep hasn’t been getting better because if he knew Yoochun well, he wouldn’t buy the same story any longer.
Not when his childhood friend’s life is deteriorating.
“I know you’re not, Jaejoong. Didn’t I tell you to try to sleep earlier for once? Why do you have to keep staying up all night studying? Relax and get some rest. I don’t want you collapsing on me one day.” Yoochun said in a half caring and a-matter-of-factly way, which he probably adopted from spending too much time with Changmin, Jaejoong thinks.
If only I could tell my night visitor that. I would gladly go to sleep. Jaejoong mentally grunted but smiled to his friend instead. “I’ll try.”
“Trying doesn’t solve everything.” His other friend, Changmin approached them. Mildly saying ‘hi’ to Yoochun before turning to Jaejoong. “It is important to sleep so you can enhance your long-term memory, which I might add, will help you pass your exams instead of studying all-nighters. Therefore…”
He pointed straight at Jaejoong’s forehead, who took a moment to process what was happening. “Go to sleep.” Changmin stated in a monotone and flicked the other on the forehead.
“Aish…” Jaejoong groaned, rubbing his forehead attentively and glared at Changmin, who only glared back.
“Now now, children. We have class and a project to work on today.” Yoochun cooed in a higher voice, hoping to soothe his two friends before they go all out at each other’s throats and in front of the school at that.
Quietly, Changmin was the first to leave, and then pause. “Fine. If someone doesn’t want to take my advice, he doesn’t have to.” He snorted, quickly utilizing his god damn long legs to enter the building before anyone else ahead of him.
“C’mon Jaejoong.” Yoochun suggest but was also ignored when Jaejoong decided to enter the building first followed by his friend.
Obviously, he would take the advice.
He just can’t use it.
- ->
Today they had to dissect a frog.
Apparently, everyone had to be grouped together and take out its insides one by one. If anything, it wasn’t the most disgusting Jaejoong has ever seen in his entire life.
Clearly, not much people in their right mind would perform the activity in real life.
Unless that was their life.
Practically, almost everyone who took one look at the frog lying on the table, quickly looked away or handed it out to another member who is most likely forced and pressured to do the project for them with all eyes watching.
Luckily, Jaejoong didn’t have to do much for the dissecting project because one of his classmates in his group, Kyuhyun wasn’t scared and had been looking happily forward to taking the frog apart. Saving the rest of his group from watching a live specimen’s inside and satisfying their classmate’s fascination.
However, there were some people who couldn’t handle it and had already left the table, heading toward the sink to empty out their lunches.
One classmate was holding his mouth with scalpel in his hand, but he began gagging and his other classmates promptly stepped away from him.
“Are you alright?” He pulled the smaller man away from the table, where the dissection sat and it looked like he was about to barf on it. Another person already pushed forward to cover for him since they only had the class period to finish the project before it was due.
Hurriedly, Jaejoong directed the smaller man to the sink and watch the poor guy pour his lunch out as he moved away to avoid being a victim to the trait stomach acids.
After the shorter man was finished, he cleaned his mouth and began rummaging in his pocket for a bottle, taking out a pill and swallowing it in mere seconds.
“What are you doing?” He asked curiously, startling the smaller man who quickly attempted to cover up the bottle to took out of his pocket just a moment ago and tried to stuff it back in.
“N-n-nothing. Nothing at all, Kim Jaejoong-sshi.” The smaller classmate, Ryeowook was it? His last name was also ‘Kim’ from what he remembers.
“Why are you hiding ‘that’?” He pointed to the other man’s pocket, who suddenly let out surprised squeak, like a mouse and covered his pocket again. His eyes growing wider with suspicion and Jaejoong could tell he was pouring sweat from the obvious discomfort. “Uhh…um…I-I…” He looked around, making sure the other classmates were too occupied with the dissecting project before turning around, closely to the sink and whispered to Jaejoong’s ear.
“It’s speed.”
Surprised, Jaejoong’s eyes widen and Ryeowook pulled him back down because he was about to get up. He signaled a finger in front of his mouth and implicitly told him to be quiet.
Even though, Jaejoong didn’t want to be quiet about it because he was on the verge of avoiding the said man for bringing some illegal to campus.
“Just listen first. I don’t take these often and I only take it when I need to. Please my grades are slipping. I only use these to stay awake and it’s not bad as long as you’re not addicte- ehh!” Swiftly Jaejoong pushed Ryeowook to the wall and the smaller man yelped.
“What did you say?”
“As long as you’re not add- it!” Jaejoong pushed him against the wall again, earning him another half-yelp because he covered the shorter man’s mouth and he glanced around for a second to make sure no one heard that.
“Before that.” He demanded.
Ryeowook gulped. “Use these to stay awake?” He answered in a question, hoping it was correct because he didn’t want to be pummeled by the other man after his embarrassing episode.
“Use these to stay awake? Are you sure?” Jaejoong insisted, expecting it to be true because if it is, then maybe they could help him with his dreams.
“Y-yes. They work, but not all the tim-ah!”
“Why not?”
“You can get a-a-addicted.” He wheezed, too exhausted from the physical threats.
Addictive but avoidable, he thought.
“Could you give them to me?”
“B-but, it took me a long time to get the-esshh!” Another pressure shoved him along the wall and Jaejoong thought the other man would understand his demands by now.
He handed the bottle to Jaejoong and he released the smaller man. Pocketing the bottle, he heading back to his group to find they were nearly finished and he swiftly asked Donghae if he could copy his answers.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
He could finally get rid of his dreams.
- ->
After Jaejoong finished dinner, he headed to his room with a glass of water to do his homework even though school hours were already long overdue. Taking out the bottle he got from Ryeowook, he uncapped it and grabbed two pills as instructed on the bottle.
Gulping down the pills, Jaejoong let the medication do their work and he could feel the adrenaline quickly circling its way around his body- right down to every single cell. His vision became clear and he noticed the way his hands closed together, the stressing of his muscle hurt less and he wasn’t tired or sleepy at all. He grinned.
“I’m going to beat this. For sure this time.” He smiled triumphantly, even if the drugs were to give him some sort of side effects afterwards, he wouldn’t regret it because it would show that he had succeeded enough to avoid his perpetrator tonight.
Even if he had to risk his life, it was worth a try. Two years, fuck, if it hasn’t left him by now, he doesn’t know when the dreams will ever.
Humming, Jaejoong grabbed his textbook at the edge of his bed, ready to spend an all-nighter doing homework until the drug wears off. However, just when he turned around- about to retrieve his book, another hand made a grab for it and landed right above his own.
He looked up from the hand to the person it belonged and his eyes widen.
“Hello, BooJae.”
A/N: Hello. I finally started on the plot kpopbee gave me and I hope I have done it justice rather than disappoint. OTL This is not going to be a really long series but I do hope it will continue to interest all of you. ^___^;