Story: The Idea Of Ideal
The Idea Of Ideal
Minho/Key + Minho/misc ; NC-17
*Experimental fic
Choi Min Ho had never had the ‘ideal’ girlfriend. It was either the girl drank her self into comas with dozed alcohol blue jell-o shots or she was a complete freak and ransacked him naked each time they met and fucked endlessly. Min Ho had the whole Asian model package, a face that doesn’t need photoshopped, slender, yet had muscles(so we should all assume that stereotypes of Asian males don‘t exist for him height wise and down in the southern region), eyes that weren’t too small but were big and bright enough to resemble Naruto’s Rock Lee(and even with that look he was attractive even to ahjummas) in a charming matter. He loved sports and had a brain. But really, what more could a girl ask for?
This 18 year old really was never content with his girlfriends and their own actions. He didn’t know what allured them to him or how he got himself tangled into their web or cautious actions and lust. Sure, he was a pretty boy. But in all honesty, was he just someone that looked good with that certain girl with the creamy skin, long legs and soft curled hair, and lips much like Angelina Jolie? Ever since Min Ho founded that out about himself, he kept it that way. So, he partied when he was asked, fucked when he was asked, locking up those other emotions of what was wrong to do and just did the dirty deeds of people’s desires.
What a life any teenager could ask for.
Most likely, this was just his alter ego, you could say. At school he was a stone-faced statue that seemed like the biggest jackass anyone could ever meet. Some people wonder how he even managed to have friends, but that was their own question to answer themselves. He settled for a private school, the uniforms hide the true self of this raging chock-full hormonal boy. In all sense, he was used to do this for quite some time now. It was about noon time when his last morning class ended and he rushed outside of the school building, hiding himself near a very large and green dumpster. Min Ho met up with Kim Jong Hyun. Also known as the ‘shortie asian playah’, and he really did carry that name proudly, invisibly labeled at his back.
“Took you long enough to get your ass out of class,” Jong Hyun, laughed, keeping his eyes plastered to his cell phone, texting.
“Sorry, the teacher made us stay late since half the class failed the test,” Min Ho sat beside his friend, glancing at the older boy’s text. He was texting Jin Ki again.
“What’s up with him?”
“Hmmm, he went to a party this weekend and practically partied until he crashed with a horrible hangover,”
“Sucks for him.”
“Yeah.” Jong Hyun, finished his texting and threw the cell phone into his bag, it was a lucky shot since the bag was a good 5 feet away from him. “So…how’s…uhm…your girlfriend? That chick named, uhm…Anna was it?”
“It’s Su Ann, but close enough. Yeah, well…I dumped her.”
“Oh. And what number is she?”
“Girlfriend number fifteen within third month of school.”
“Damn. You’re such a loose person, maybe you ought to keep that dick of yours in your pants man.”
“You know, I’m not the horny one,”
“But you let them…take you down like that, without struggle. You’re a loose man, Min Ho, a loose man.”
“Yes, I’m such a ho bag.” Min Ho flatly said, almost sounding monotonous. He had an apathetic look on his face as he made eye contact with his friend. He sighed audibly and bit the inside of his cheek. “I’m eighteen years old. And already, I’m a ho bag. People at school don’t dare look at me because they think I’ll burn their eyes with my so called glares or something. I have a part-time job I’m not that proud of.”
“Huh? You have a job now? Why would you need one now? You’re parents pay for everything ‘nyways.”
“I pop cherries because someone gave me the idea of doing so.”
“…”
“It’s not something to be proud of, but it’s a job.”
“Can I call you a hooker now too?”
“No. I do this in a private manner, I don’t fucking carry a card around saying I pop cherries for a dime and the card had a photo of some cliché sex sign.”
“…How much do you charge?”
“Depends on the person, how much they’re good with their first time and how much they can pay for it.”
“So what’s the average of that all?”
“So far? Well, six-hundred normally…?”
“Why the fuck would someone pay for that much to be screwed by you?”
“I don’t make it painful. More pleasurable I guess.”
“…Do you bend down for guys?”
“If they want them to do me, sure. I won’t force them for myself to do it all or something.”
“Oh my God, you screw guys too?”
“…I am ‘loose’, as you say.” And so Jong Hyun and Min Ho’s conversation lagged to talks of what type of people the eighteeen year old had banged and who was his favourite and his least favourites. And after that, when the school bell loudly rings for everyone, inside and outside the school campus.
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Min Ho had always been a diligent student. Spoke when talked to and listened to the teachers. Every teacher he had ever had, assumed he was a good boy who did his homework. He was a master at keeping his private life away from school and everyone at school besides Jong Hyun and a couple friends he had for a good amount of years. Much like the boy Jong Hyun was texting earlier, Lee Jin Ki. They weren’t all like Min Ho, but they weren’t afraid to do a little ecstatic things every once in a while.
Min Ho boredly tapped his pencil against his desk and wrote notes as the teacher dully spoke, and wrote on the dry erase board. In the midst of an explanation of the ever fascinating subject of the 1300’s in Italy, a note suddenly landed right in front of the boy, making a soft landing against his notebook. He looked around who could have passed it to him, but he didn’t see anyone make eye contact with him. Min Ho opened the note in a swift fashion under his desk and read.
I’ll pay you two hundred dollars of you do something for me. Ask to go to the bathroom, I’m on the third floor, guys bathroom.
Someone does know about his whole little job as it seems. The boy crumpled the note and stuffed it into his pocket. A couple sighs escaped from his lips as he raised his hand.
----
As he made his way up the stairs and his shoes clacking gently against the tile floor, Min Ho couldn’t help but worry about this. Someone knows about his ‘other’ side, and for a fact this could kick him out of school which was the last thing his parents would have wanted. And if his parents found out that he screwed for money, they’d tear his head off and cast him off, and he could spend hours at school in Korea again. Being in the U.S. had never been easier.
The men’s bathroom gave a faint baby blue glow for the sun brightened the whole room and the odor or cleaning products and cologne dipped the air. The tall boy entered the bathroom, to find one of the student-teacher’s leaning against the blue painted walls, gazing at him. Min Ho suddenly felt his heart fall to the floor.
It was Mr. Shim. Or as everyone called him, Max. The Korean kids always went with Changmin instead of his English name. Min Ho could only dryly swallow his how own thoughts on what could happen now.
“Hello Mr. Choi,”
“…”
“Aww, that’s no way to greet your sunbae you know, everyone says you’re polite to teachers, so why not me?”
“You aren’t a teacher. Not to me at least.” Min Ho almost hissed, his eyes were intense with fire. Changmin only chuckled at how the boy looked so fierce.
“I’m not a dirty old man at least---”
“How the fuck do you know about this? Who the Hell told you?” The younger boy stepped forever, pinning the man, compared to Min Ho, Changmin stayed placid.
“When you’re an ex-student of this school and know enough people, you find out things. Don’t get your panties in a knot, no one in this school knows, besides me at least.”
“I fucking swear, if anyone knows I’ll---”
“What? Just fuck even more? Such a pretty boy doing such dirty things…popping cherries.”
The younger boy gave an immense glare, not letting this man see a weak side of him. “What the fuck do you want me to do?”
“It seems like every time you open your mouth the word ‘fuck’ comes out. Must be your favourite word and thing to do.” Seeing the boy only get more aggravated amused Changmin greatly. He gently traced his fingers against Min Ho’s soft red lips and his ever soft cheeks. “I’d love to see those lips of yours around my dick…”
“For 200? Not a deal. I won’t do it.”
“Hmm, maybe I can just tell the dean of those things you as an after school curricular activity than?”
“…”
“Hmm? What? No? Alright than, just let me go and I’ll trot my way down to the dean’s office and---”
“Fine. Just…keep your word. Please.”
“Oh look, the slut is begging?” A smirk crossed the man’s lips as Min Ho’s gaze softened, eyes almost looking much like a puppy’s.
-----
Min Ho got down onto his knees and felt fingers wrapping around his locks, gripping rather roughly. He fumbled slightly as he unbuckled Changmin’s pants belt and unzipping the pants. His fingers felt numb and cold, his face, warm. The boy gripped the second layer of clothing, which was boxers and pushed them downward a bit, revealing Changmin’s growing erection. Min Ho kept his mouth ajar, feeling hesitant. But before he could be forced, he had his wet lips around the tip of the cock, tasting it. He then took in the whole cock with his mouth, letting it touch his tongue and the back of his throat. The organ felt hot and stiff as the boy let cock take over his mouth. He gave the shaft a number of licks, wet and almost coated with saliva. His lips touched the tip and his own tongue rubbing against the slit. Changmin groaned lowly as he felt jolt of pleasure down his back. Wrapping his mouth the whole burning organ and hummed, giving vibrations that felt too good. Pre-cum slide down Min Ho’s throat as he continued to hum even more.
Eventually, the two had just finished the ‘business’ just five minutes before classes were released. Min Ho cleaned himself up, furiously gargling water and wiping his mouth against his polo sleeve. This was the first time he ever felt so dirty.
To his surprise, Changmin gave him more than he expected of just two hundred dollars.
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Min Ho entered the classroom with no students and the teacher, sitting at her desk, grading papers. She turned her head, and motioned her hand for the boy to come in.
“Min Ho, you were gone almost half the period. Is something wrong?” She asked, a look of concerned stricken her face. The last thing Min Ho wanted at the moment was a teacher on his case. He sighed and shook his head no.
“Are you sure, honey? Your face looks a bit red and your eyes are puffy. Were you crying?”
“N-N-No, I have allergies and they were just acting up…”
“Hmm…I hope those allergies of yours would calm down, huh? You missed a good amount of notes. Lucky for you, I have a teacher’s copy.”
“It’s okay Mrs. Milton, I can take them from someone else--”
“Nonsense, just take them. You’re one of my most diligent and well behaved seniors, so why not get a little cheat sheet?” The middle aged woman gave a smile, her eyes sweet compared to the way she taught. She handed Min Ho the papers beside her and wrote him a pass for his next class. It had never been so easy to lie to someone and get a bonus right at the same time.
Minho/Key + Minho/misc ; NC-17
*Experimental fic
Choi Min Ho had never had the ‘ideal’ girlfriend. It was either the girl drank her self into comas with dozed alcohol blue jell-o shots or she was a complete freak and ransacked him naked each time they met and fucked endlessly. Min Ho had the whole Asian model package, a face that doesn’t need photoshopped, slender, yet had muscles(so we should all assume that stereotypes of Asian males don‘t exist for him height wise and down in the southern region), eyes that weren’t too small but were big and bright enough to resemble Naruto’s Rock Lee(and even with that look he was attractive even to ahjummas) in a charming matter. He loved sports and had a brain. But really, what more could a girl ask for?
This 18 year old really was never content with his girlfriends and their own actions. He didn’t know what allured them to him or how he got himself tangled into their web or cautious actions and lust. Sure, he was a pretty boy. But in all honesty, was he just someone that looked good with that certain girl with the creamy skin, long legs and soft curled hair, and lips much like Angelina Jolie? Ever since Min Ho founded that out about himself, he kept it that way. So, he partied when he was asked, fucked when he was asked, locking up those other emotions of what was wrong to do and just did the dirty deeds of people’s desires.
What a life any teenager could ask for.
Most likely, this was just his alter ego, you could say. At school he was a stone-faced statue that seemed like the biggest jackass anyone could ever meet. Some people wonder how he even managed to have friends, but that was their own question to answer themselves. He settled for a private school, the uniforms hide the true self of this raging chock-full hormonal boy. In all sense, he was used to do this for quite some time now. It was about noon time when his last morning class ended and he rushed outside of the school building, hiding himself near a very large and green dumpster. Min Ho met up with Kim Jong Hyun. Also known as the ‘shortie asian playah’, and he really did carry that name proudly, invisibly labeled at his back.
“Took you long enough to get your ass out of class,” Jong Hyun, laughed, keeping his eyes plastered to his cell phone, texting.
“Sorry, the teacher made us stay late since half the class failed the test,” Min Ho sat beside his friend, glancing at the older boy’s text. He was texting Jin Ki again.
“What’s up with him?”
“Hmmm, he went to a party this weekend and practically partied until he crashed with a horrible hangover,”
“Sucks for him.”
“Yeah.” Jong Hyun, finished his texting and threw the cell phone into his bag, it was a lucky shot since the bag was a good 5 feet away from him. “So…how’s…uhm…your girlfriend? That chick named, uhm…Anna was it?”
“It’s Su Ann, but close enough. Yeah, well…I dumped her.”
“Oh. And what number is she?”
“Girlfriend number fifteen within third month of school.”
“Damn. You’re such a loose person, maybe you ought to keep that dick of yours in your pants man.”
“You know, I’m not the horny one,”
“But you let them…take you down like that, without struggle. You’re a loose man, Min Ho, a loose man.”
“Yes, I’m such a ho bag.” Min Ho flatly said, almost sounding monotonous. He had an apathetic look on his face as he made eye contact with his friend. He sighed audibly and bit the inside of his cheek. “I’m eighteen years old. And already, I’m a ho bag. People at school don’t dare look at me because they think I’ll burn their eyes with my so called glares or something. I have a part-time job I’m not that proud of.”
“Huh? You have a job now? Why would you need one now? You’re parents pay for everything ‘nyways.”
“I pop cherries because someone gave me the idea of doing so.”
“…”
“It’s not something to be proud of, but it’s a job.”
“Can I call you a hooker now too?”
“No. I do this in a private manner, I don’t fucking carry a card around saying I pop cherries for a dime and the card had a photo of some cliché sex sign.”
“…How much do you charge?”
“Depends on the person, how much they’re good with their first time and how much they can pay for it.”
“So what’s the average of that all?”
“So far? Well, six-hundred normally…?”
“Why the fuck would someone pay for that much to be screwed by you?”
“I don’t make it painful. More pleasurable I guess.”
“…Do you bend down for guys?”
“If they want them to do me, sure. I won’t force them for myself to do it all or something.”
“Oh my God, you screw guys too?”
“…I am ‘loose’, as you say.” And so Jong Hyun and Min Ho’s conversation lagged to talks of what type of people the eighteeen year old had banged and who was his favourite and his least favourites. And after that, when the school bell loudly rings for everyone, inside and outside the school campus.
-----
Min Ho had always been a diligent student. Spoke when talked to and listened to the teachers. Every teacher he had ever had, assumed he was a good boy who did his homework. He was a master at keeping his private life away from school and everyone at school besides Jong Hyun and a couple friends he had for a good amount of years. Much like the boy Jong Hyun was texting earlier, Lee Jin Ki. They weren’t all like Min Ho, but they weren’t afraid to do a little ecstatic things every once in a while.
Min Ho boredly tapped his pencil against his desk and wrote notes as the teacher dully spoke, and wrote on the dry erase board. In the midst of an explanation of the ever fascinating subject of the 1300’s in Italy, a note suddenly landed right in front of the boy, making a soft landing against his notebook. He looked around who could have passed it to him, but he didn’t see anyone make eye contact with him. Min Ho opened the note in a swift fashion under his desk and read.
I’ll pay you two hundred dollars of you do something for me. Ask to go to the bathroom, I’m on the third floor, guys bathroom.
Someone does know about his whole little job as it seems. The boy crumpled the note and stuffed it into his pocket. A couple sighs escaped from his lips as he raised his hand.
----
As he made his way up the stairs and his shoes clacking gently against the tile floor, Min Ho couldn’t help but worry about this. Someone knows about his ‘other’ side, and for a fact this could kick him out of school which was the last thing his parents would have wanted. And if his parents found out that he screwed for money, they’d tear his head off and cast him off, and he could spend hours at school in Korea again. Being in the U.S. had never been easier.
The men’s bathroom gave a faint baby blue glow for the sun brightened the whole room and the odor or cleaning products and cologne dipped the air. The tall boy entered the bathroom, to find one of the student-teacher’s leaning against the blue painted walls, gazing at him. Min Ho suddenly felt his heart fall to the floor.
It was Mr. Shim. Or as everyone called him, Max. The Korean kids always went with Changmin instead of his English name. Min Ho could only dryly swallow his how own thoughts on what could happen now.
“Hello Mr. Choi,”
“…”
“Aww, that’s no way to greet your sunbae you know, everyone says you’re polite to teachers, so why not me?”
“You aren’t a teacher. Not to me at least.” Min Ho almost hissed, his eyes were intense with fire. Changmin only chuckled at how the boy looked so fierce.
“I’m not a dirty old man at least---”
“How the fuck do you know about this? Who the Hell told you?” The younger boy stepped forever, pinning the man, compared to Min Ho, Changmin stayed placid.
“When you’re an ex-student of this school and know enough people, you find out things. Don’t get your panties in a knot, no one in this school knows, besides me at least.”
“I fucking swear, if anyone knows I’ll---”
“What? Just fuck even more? Such a pretty boy doing such dirty things…popping cherries.”
The younger boy gave an immense glare, not letting this man see a weak side of him. “What the fuck do you want me to do?”
“It seems like every time you open your mouth the word ‘fuck’ comes out. Must be your favourite word and thing to do.” Seeing the boy only get more aggravated amused Changmin greatly. He gently traced his fingers against Min Ho’s soft red lips and his ever soft cheeks. “I’d love to see those lips of yours around my dick…”
“For 200? Not a deal. I won’t do it.”
“Hmm, maybe I can just tell the dean of those things you as an after school curricular activity than?”
“…”
“Hmm? What? No? Alright than, just let me go and I’ll trot my way down to the dean’s office and---”
“Fine. Just…keep your word. Please.”
“Oh look, the slut is begging?” A smirk crossed the man’s lips as Min Ho’s gaze softened, eyes almost looking much like a puppy’s.
-----
Min Ho got down onto his knees and felt fingers wrapping around his locks, gripping rather roughly. He fumbled slightly as he unbuckled Changmin’s pants belt and unzipping the pants. His fingers felt numb and cold, his face, warm. The boy gripped the second layer of clothing, which was boxers and pushed them downward a bit, revealing Changmin’s growing erection. Min Ho kept his mouth ajar, feeling hesitant. But before he could be forced, he had his wet lips around the tip of the cock, tasting it. He then took in the whole cock with his mouth, letting it touch his tongue and the back of his throat. The organ felt hot and stiff as the boy let cock take over his mouth. He gave the shaft a number of licks, wet and almost coated with saliva. His lips touched the tip and his own tongue rubbing against the slit. Changmin groaned lowly as he felt jolt of pleasure down his back. Wrapping his mouth the whole burning organ and hummed, giving vibrations that felt too good. Pre-cum slide down Min Ho’s throat as he continued to hum even more.
Eventually, the two had just finished the ‘business’ just five minutes before classes were released. Min Ho cleaned himself up, furiously gargling water and wiping his mouth against his polo sleeve. This was the first time he ever felt so dirty.
To his surprise, Changmin gave him more than he expected of just two hundred dollars.
------------------
Min Ho entered the classroom with no students and the teacher, sitting at her desk, grading papers. She turned her head, and motioned her hand for the boy to come in.
“Min Ho, you were gone almost half the period. Is something wrong?” She asked, a look of concerned stricken her face. The last thing Min Ho wanted at the moment was a teacher on his case. He sighed and shook his head no.
“Are you sure, honey? Your face looks a bit red and your eyes are puffy. Were you crying?”
“N-N-No, I have allergies and they were just acting up…”
“Hmm…I hope those allergies of yours would calm down, huh? You missed a good amount of notes. Lucky for you, I have a teacher’s copy.”
“It’s okay Mrs. Milton, I can take them from someone else--”
“Nonsense, just take them. You’re one of my most diligent and well behaved seniors, so why not get a little cheat sheet?” The middle aged woman gave a smile, her eyes sweet compared to the way she taught. She handed Min Ho the papers beside her and wrote him a pass for his next class. It had never been so easy to lie to someone and get a bonus right at the same time.