Behind the Bra: Chapter 6
Title: Behind the Bra.
Fandom: FT Island, C.N. Blue, Mblaq
Length: chaptered. -4.550 words-
Status: ongoing.
Pairing: JooMi, JongKi, SeungHwan, ShinMin
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Comedy, Romance, Drama, Yaoi, slight Angst and some hurt/comfort.
Summary: Kyungheesung School was not a regular school, and when Mir was handed a single female student uniform, he gulped harshly. Well, that was just the beginning.
previous chapters:
Ch1{ ♥}, Ch2{ ♥}, Ch2-2{ ♥}, Ch3{ ♥}, Ch3-2{ ♥}, Ch4{ ♥}, Ch5{ ♥}, Ch5-2{ ♥}
Baseless attraction.
Hate and love has a very fine in between. Once you bonded to either one, there would be vast consequences. However, Mir did not realize that fast enough, it took him few times to do that, and this time was one of those times. A time when he wished everything has a delete button he could press so everything he had ever done will just evaporate. Like the fact that he shared tongue and saliva with a man he loathed, something that happened just in a matter of hours.
A hand roamed over his body, making the spots twinge for more friction. Their heated bodies began to sway gently, erections building while knots in their stomachs drove them both almost over the edge. Eyes closed, not knowing, not confessing their crime of yearn while heartbeats pattered to meet each other’s rhythm. His chest rose and fell down with amazing abilities; air had gone from one of the essentials to a trivial task.
His fingers twined in soft locks of brown hair, getting lost in the most enthralled sensations, ravished. Sentimental noise rose from his throat, while images of intimacy were vivid in his mind. He felt so strong, yet so weak, fragile and vulnerable. Air had to sneak its way back into his lungs, which caused their parted lips, swollen tongues to halt in their actions, making cheeks burn with emotions they did not dare to question before.
Strong hands still held his shoulders securely that made him feel so feeble if was not for those smoldering dark eyes which ogled at his own pools of light brown so… very… wrongly. Mir’s body shivered under the attention and his whole existing seemed to doubt itself. Was he to survive under those overwhelming emotions? Emotions those are so bare, so obvious, so devious, so selfish and so new.
Joon could not help gasp for air, as he took all the air he could before he leaned for another kiss with his hands ready to cup Mir’s cheeks for the kiss, a kiss Mir did not mind at all. Since his brain seemed to stop functioning correctly, and all his other senses wanted to express one this, the lust he felt for Lee Joon. His heart almost felt like it is going to shred through his chest to show how fast it beats in a second.
He opened his eyes, slightly and hazy from the overwhelming amount of pleasure a person can give you through their oral parts alone. Breathes came onto his neck, his exposed skin felt like burning when that mouth ended sucking the skin, flooding blood into those places, which reddened in a very strong move of blushing. Blood did not end its way in his neck therefore it moved in his veins into his ears, cheeks, and very private lower parts of his anatomy.
His latest way of entertainment had to stop. He mastered the courage to raise his hands, shakily but stable enough to pull Joon’s heated face off his neck. Joon’s half-lidded eyes looked hazily at him while the older took longer breaths. “We have to stop” Mir whispered in a low and seductive sound, which drove both of them to more intimacy.
His whole power failed to submit enough energy in his tone. He got a nod from his senior that did not seem so convincing since Joon seemed to peruse after the idea of kissing the brains out of Mir. Joon’s lips could not let go of his own and because his back only faced the wall, therefore Joon had to move backward.
“No, I’m serious. I have classes I must not miss, not in the first academic day.” Mir said that with a tone that was weak yet firm that made Joon take it seriously. His fingers sheepishly traced a vein in Joon’s neck and his eyes could not find anywhere to look at but Joon’s neck.
His hands still cupped Mir’s face, his breath only centimeters away from Mir’s forehead due to their heights. When they parted, which was something they knew it would come eventually, Joon could not move further than three steps before he looked behind, but Mir was not looking at him, he kept walking to his destination, which made the older move on.
Both did not have an idea that simple nagging would lead to heavy make out sessions. Joon had to stop himself from growing an erection, and so did Mir. When Mir got back to his class, his teacher gave him a suspicious look, but then she saw the beads of sweat trailing down his hairline.
He huffed annoyingly at the look she gave him when she took the pass from his extended hand. He took small steps to his seat; a bit shaken if he may confess. Jaejin on the other side gave him another look that screamed, “What is wrong?” but Mir was able to smile as if nothing happened.
’Did he find out I was a male? On the other hand, did he think it was normal so he did not say anything? God I cannot believe I kissed him like that. If I get expelled for blowing the cover, it’s all Joon’s fault.’ Mir thought repeatedly. Worried and anxious about what reaction Joon would have if he did find out that he was not a chick.
However, Mir did not know that Joon did think he kissed a girl few seconds ago. The dark haired teen entered his class. Yonghwa threw him a look and got back to doodling something in his notebook ’probably a new song’ Joon thought as he handed over the pass.
He received loving glares from the angry teacher, Joon knew he took forever, but you are not expecting him to hurry, right? He walked over to his seat and sat there, Joon gazed at the teacher with his elbows propped on the table with his chin rested on top of one palm but his head was somewhere far away.
‘She likes me. No one would kiss someone like that if the two did not share something. I’m sure, she likes Me.’ the thought, in between smug and sure. A hand ran through his soft dark hair as he remembered the heat against his body just moments ago; Joon could not wait to see her again in lunch.
“What’s this?” Cheondoong hummed when he saw the camera in Hongki’s hands, his voice questioned but amazed by the modern technology. “This is my dear friend is a camera.” Hongki smiled smugly and as if showing off a very expensive antique, he opened the camera and the branded machine brought to life. “Amazing…!” Cheondoong let another chirp of astonishment. The two seemingly blonde-haired people walked side by side, as they headed over to the cafeteria. Hongki found the lost kit on his way back from his drama class that was both amusing but very disturbing.
---------Flash back--------
“today, we are going to start a project which is about shooting a movie without the need of anything fancy, the project will be graded and it could help to catch the eyes of scouts, as from three months from now, it will be played at the party of this semester.” The teacher explained frequently for the students.
Jonghyun scribbled notes into his little black book. He looked interestingly at the paper passed over to the students. While looking up, to his right, he caught a glimpse of Hongki’s focused face.
‘She must be very interested in this…’ Jonghyun thought quietly to himself, not admitting the sheer interest in this girl. He looked at the camera on his own desk; those black orbs looked at the paper on the desk. Jonghyun’s eyes spluttered the ideas of boredom and disinterest.
“You will be paired in a team of three. The girls will pick two folded papers from this box” Hongki nodded once through the teacher’s explanation. Then someone nudged him, he looked over his right and a girl signaled him to take something from the box.
‘Oh right, I am a chick! I totally forgot that… awkward~’ Hongki thought to himself as he smiled sweetly before he took two folded papers. He read the names aloud, “Lee Jonghyun” Jonghyun’s eyes blinked before he looked over Hongki. Hongki looked at the back and met his eyes.
The blond haired senior smiled slowly, but then when he unfolded the other paper, his smile was gone. “Choi Jonghun…” his voice died at the end, and his words came out as whisper. Jonghun’s eyes did not blink; they stared at Hongki for the longest time when he turned his head to his left. ‘Strike that, this is awkward…’ the blond haired male thought to himself, and he just wanted to curse his luck.
“You’re lucky, Jonghun Oppa is great in this, I bet you three will be an excellent team,” the girl next to him chirped happily. He smiled faintly at her before he banged his head to the table, which caused her to flinch and stare at him as if he was a freak.
‘I’m Lucky, my ass! I will face the person who hates my guts an hour two times a week!’ he murmured to himself. The class ended moments later. Hongki had to do something, to change or anything! Jonghun could not bear a moment with him, how is he going to work with a major important project with a male that loathed him? As painful as that idea was, but Hongki did not want to risk his whole future, all because a silly thing like this. Little he knew how much this meant for the black haired student who stood behind him.
“Excuse me, Mr. Song,” he voiced quietly, the teacher was busy looking for something, which Hongki recognized as some papers. The teacher glanced at him for a second before diverted his eyeballs to somewhere else. He hummed as an answer to him, Hongki’s eyes narrowed, ‘Dumb teacher, look in my eyes!’ Hongki yelled mentally, the man obviously stared at anything but his eyes.
“I wondered if I can switch partners.” his words were unconfident and his voice weakened at the bit. Jonghun stiffened behind him as he predicted it almost immediately. His hands fisted his camera as he glared at Hongki’s head.
“You want to change partners? And does Mr. Choi agrees to this?” the teacher did not look at Hongki but his eyes diverted to Jonghun who stepped closer to Hongki and firmly placed a hand on Hongki’s shoulder,
“No! We won’t be switching partners” the words, dangerous and slick cut through Hongki’s heart and made it stop for a second. His head turned slowly to look at the profile of Jonghun so close to him.
“Okay then, there won’t be any problems? Ms. Lee?” he finally looked at Hongki but the blond haired man was looking elsewhere. He shook his head as an immediate answer. His breath caught up in his throat and if he spoke anytime soon, he will be saying things too embarrassing.
Jonghun’s hand left his shoulder and Hongki was alone again. His stood there; his eyes looked aimlessly at the board. Someone nudged him from the back, he turned his head slightly, and he saw Lee Jonghyun. The man looked as blank as earlier this morning. Hongki tried to clear his throat, and that worked perfectly. He smiled his big toothy smile. Jonghyun’s heart felt like it missed a beat. “They are locking up the place, it’s the last class for today…” that deep voice ran through Hongki’s head until it got to his brain very slowly. His smile disappeared and nodded. A blush spread in his cheeks. ‘Gosh, I’m such a geek!’ he scolded himself for being such an airhead.
He walked out of the place, his purse in one hand and the camera in another. He had thirty minutes before his next class, Korean language. The idea made him shiver. He walked to the hall and saw the other blond haired ‘girl’ in their little clique. There, the flash back ended in Hongki’s eyes.
“Here, let’s try taking some picture” Hongki said to distract himself from the previous confusion that had stuck in his heart in a very strange manner. Cheondoong’s eyes seemed to approve as he nodded, his curls bounced around his pale features. The two stood close by, their cheeks brushing as Hongki held a V sign, and Cheondoong pouted with puppy eyes. The click of the flash announced that the picture taken. Cheondoong complained about his cheeks while Hongki thought his eyes looked a bit weird, the two just laughed away their complexes.
Walked pass them was a distracted Mir, he did not even realized that Hongki actually spotted him and called over his name, the brown headed male just looked too consumed in his own dimension to answer. Seunghyun, bumped to Mir while he walked fast to get into class, did not get an apology, nor did he mouth one. Hongki just scowled when he spotted the dark haired “demon” near his friend. The longhaired Seunghyun thought of Hongki’s existence as nothing as the tall drop dead gorgeous passed the two seemingly blonde-haired students.
“Do I dare to wonder about the reason of that?” Cheondoong mumbled quietly to Hongki, the other seemed very… intense in his glaring he had not heard Cheondoong’s words correctly, he turned sharply, the glare pierced through the younger male’s soul, and he just feared the actual effect it had when it got full powered. The rage in those honey jars faded the slightest bit to be seeped into something darker, Cheondoong felt himself sucked with curiosity. However, the blond haired senior just smiled as he shrugged his question, and just continued to take some pathetic but adorable pictures.
While on Mir’s side, he hurried to the bathrooms. However, he felt flustered all of the sudden when he spotted one dark haired Lee Changsun right around the corner. Joon did not seem to notice Mir though, occupied with Yonghwa.
Mir took a long breath, which cooled down his throbbing anatomy in his chest, in one swift flee; Mir was in the girls’ bathroom. The least he needed now is those emotions to surface his face, the emotions he felt burning his body when thinking of that adventure almost an hour ago.
His eyeballs glared at his reflection in the mirror. He hated everything about how he looked. Disgusted and simply sad, he punched the mirror slightly, his fist too soft to scratch the shiny surface.
The brown in his eyes darkened and shadowed with makeup. His lips pouted with the slight crimson glossy color. His fingers traced the hidden hickey at the side of his neck, he thanked god no one had noticed it. Maybe someone did notice it, but did not question the love bite.
He wrinkled his nose as he opened the rubber band, his hair released, on his shoulders. His fingers untied the knots in his fake hair. His mouth stretched in a smug smile as he got out of the bathroom. As predicted, he saw Lee Joon standing there, right where he left him about seven minutes ago. This time however, Joon noticed Mir through the little change in his hairstyle.
A strange kind of euphoria exploded as he saw the male’s actions seemed to halt. His open mouth stayed open, but nothing came out. A lopsided smirk invaded Mir’s peaceful features, made them more captivating, more exquisite. Joon felt that old piece of meat in his chest growl and bounce into life. Seeking attention and devouring one specific individual with burning eyes. He left Yonghwa in the middle of his sentence, which made the other wrinkle his features resulting from distastefulness Joon showed for him.
Mir knew exactly what ran wildly in Joon’s smoldering eyes. Joon was completely and out of the question disillusioned by his appearance, which what Mir knew. He waited for the long strides to end and for Joon to face him, and say anything.
However, he mistook the jumpy heartbeat for excitement, and his trembling fingers as nervous. When the older boy finally got in front of him, at the left side of the hall, hands rested by his side but they clearly threatened to fist his skirt from anxiety. All the pressure he felt disappeared when Joon’s rock face eased into a smile, which caused the wrinkling of his eyes, into perfect half moons. His jumpy heartbeat got worse though, it seemed to be in a speed race against his breathing, the later made him almost pant.
“I know I didn’t build a good impression of me in you, therefore I wish for a second chance’ Joon said, the half moons widened into almonds and Mir was again caught up in those two bowls of brown to clearly think of anything.
He nodded, and a smile broke on his lips when Joon’s eyes brightened with gleefulness. He recalled what the older had requested. Why would he want a second chance? Because of that make out time, they starred. He felt bashful as he stared at his feet, his hand rose to stroke the side of his neck, it ran over his new hickey and he gasped. Joon’s attention seemed to drive to his trembling hands and saw that shapeless glowing piece of flush. His face reddened with a blush but a feeling of possession folded his eyes in an interesting emotion. His hands uncontrollably rose to touch the side of Mir’s neck, where a fearful finger nestled.
The cold touch of Joon’s hand brought Mir’s subconscious into reality. He backed away with a gentle, see you later. When he was out of Joon’s sight, he breathed a heavy sigh, his pounding heart almost made his whole circulation stop. He could not say the same thing about the other man though, Joon felt very disappointed. There was a part of him that wished to get to share some of the actions they acted out perfectly previously. However, the same part of him was satisfied with a single glance from those dark eyes.
Seunghyun was in a hurry due to his unpunctuality. He misplaced his alarm this morning, thinking he will not be in much trouble if he overslept, since he only had one morning class, which was at nine thirty in the morning. Sleep had another thought in mind, and his mood swung into an unpleasant side when he saw an intolerable Blondie this morning.
His hair felt messier than usual, he wavered as his hand penetrated his hair, getting a very unpleasing result. His wig felt simply bothersome. On his way to his class, chemistry class was the most troublesome place ever. You had to run through the halls of the first two buildings to get to the labs; there he almost tripped with a bottle of water.
Seunghyun snapped his head at the direction of the hand, which grabbed his shoulders tightly. This was not expected, the bothered breathing against his cheek, nor was the slight tremble in that frame made him less worried. His beck faced the rescuer's front; he crouched vaguely to the front, hands reached nothing, and his bag by his feet on the ceramic tiled floor.
His legs spread slightly, in an awkward situation. He felt his skirt rise to reveal his honey thighs, and his butt felt something harsh against its soft surface. He gasped as he gained his balance and broke free from the hands on his shoulders. He looked back to see one stone in the shape of a very shocked boy.
Seunghyun waved his hand in his face, as one shaky hand reached slowly for his bag. The statue seemed frozen, not moving a bit. Seunghyun straightened his skirt, covered his thighs with that remarkable shade of navy and white in the shape of squares. Minhwan’s solidification faded off his limbs as his hands and legs relaxed, then the horrified expression he seemed to sport faded into a sigh.
Seunghyun looked at him once again before he wore a questioning face. Minhwan felt his heart about to bounce out of his chest and start doing aerobics. He breathed in the smell of Seunghyun’s perfume, fruity with a hint of spikiness, just like the girl in front of him.
A dreamy smile drawn into his perfect charming face, Seunghyun thought he was turning into a rock instead. He smiled as he whispered a thank you, alongside a ninety-degree bow. Minhwan looked much matured with wine colored eyes, small nose, high cheekbones, with curved lips in a small smile, and a nice shaped chin. Seunghyun had fine eyes, and those eyes shimmered at the sight of the nametag.
Choi Minhwan is his name, also a name that meant a bit more to Seunghyun. Minhwan is the name of Jonghun’s brother, the younger brother of Seunghyun’s subject of affection. Seunghyun’s position eased as he reached to flatten Minhwan’s necktie against his firm chest, his hands held an indescribable interest in those muscles.
Minhwan’s breath hitched as he bowed and introduced himself, while pointing out that he only helped a fellow student, a good deed he would love to repeat anytime. Seunghyun replayed politely, expressed more appreciation in his vocals than needed.
The awkward introduction Seunghyun managed to spill out of his mouth did not last. It was short albeit affective on both, they parted, Seunghyun going off to his class, which he seemed to forget while looking in those charming pools of light brown, and Minhwan waving his hand, the rascal had no classes until the afternoon.
Walking through the little space of green, Minhwan’s eyes spotted an acknowledgeable Mir, who seemed unavailable since he daydreamed shamelessly. Minhwan fought a chuckle as he headed for his dorm room.
As he walked across Jonghun’s room, through the opened door, he saw his brother, who sat on his bed, typing nonstop on that soft keyboard. He did not even glance at Minhwan as what busied him kept him like that for the next five minutes Minhwan used to take off his jacket, hang it in the closet for later, and place his shoes in the shoes' cabinet.
The younger Choi brother threw his body on the comfortable bed in his own room, sighing as he did it. He just had the best event in his whole life. The girl he wanted to have babies with talked to him, smiled to him, and showed clear interest in him.
Minhwan just felt exceedingly in high spirits, if he owned wings, he might even flutter, joyful and simply happy. His heart flattered at the remembrance of that playful looks Seunghyun showered him.
Jaejin bemused at the sight of Minhyuk, his cheeks tainted with an identifiable blush. The individual looked confused, flustered and simply out of the regular Minhyuk, who Jaejin had seen yesterday. He hurried to check on Minhyuk, but the strange albeit interesting gleam in those bottomless dark eyes brightened Jaejin’s worrisome ogling eyes into sheer curiosity.
They walked together to Minhyuk’s social class, on the way, Jaejin tried to coax Minhyuk to confess what really caught him off guard, but the older male seemed very able to dodge all of Jaejin’s questioning glances.
However, Minhyuk understood them very well, that is why he had enough ability to send Jaejin from one daze into another. It saddened him a bit, not being able to tell a best-friend-to-be about how his heart raced for the wrong person, how red his hands were as he kept wiping them roughly in his skirt.
He sighed and smiled beautifully as he parted away from Jaejin, waved slightly and he entered his class. His mind recalled the smell of Jungshin’s cologne, the sweet sound of his ninja laugh whenever he saw something in the class.
Minhyuk had a deep intuition of belonging to that place, where he had only Jungshin. It embarrassed him, to think of a boy he liked five years ago as if they were soul mates, but the strange feelings seemed imprinted in the boy.
Those features, proverbial to his subconscious, confused the sharp Jungshin. That appeared out of question, but it is true. He seemed to ignore the urge to ogle at first; however, it caught up on him. He stole glances at the serious side Minhyuk expressed as he paid one hundred percent of his attention to the teacher, yet Jungshin’s heart jumped when the girl looked at him out of the sudden.
The girl’s features, the façade she wore, looked so familiar to his mind, which made no sense, since he don’t recognize those small eyes, high cheekbones yet round with cuteness, and small natural pouted lips, he noted, in any part of his memories of girls. Everything about Minhyuk yelled gorgeous.
He looked simple at first sight. At a second glance however, you notice how his eyes disappear when he smiles, deep dimples in his cheeks, perfect complexion even from where Jungshin sat. His lips were naturally glossy with a pink color. Impressed at the sight of lean finger, hands likewise, slender and perfect, just screamed feminine.
Jungshin had to surpass a sigh, which seemed to bubble from the calmness that filled his heart at the sight of Minhyuk. It all made no sense. Until now, he contemplated that believable belief as the tall boy walked alone, the halls of the building seemed to get more vacant as time for classes started, to his social class.
His legs stopped as the back of a very familiar girl, who also seemed to imprint the feelings of want in him, caught his attention. He smirked, a knowing smirk that was common dissimilar than the feelings that seemed to adapt awkwardly into his system, as he walked over the third table in the raw and sat next to one full-of-oblivion Kang Minhyuk.
“We meet again,” he said, his voice full of confidant and curiosity jabbed into Minhyuk’s seemingly wide orbs. He bowed his head slightly, since Jungshin was obviously younger, I mean who could think of that boyish glamour was older than 17 years old anyway?
Jonghyun was alone, that had been both disturbing and peaceful. One combination of the two confused him a bit. His brain used to Jungshin’s aggravating noise, which the other calls tone. He walked in the big yard, which was in between the three buildings. He sighed as the fresh air filled his lungs.
He smiled beautifully, his eyes calm and watched the birds chirp in the trees. The place was green and filled the boy’s calm personality more quietness, it was both a good point for said boy, and a bad point for said boy’s roommate. Glancing at the high halls of the second floor of the building on his right, he caught sight of blinding blond hair, and a curious pout, which directed its attention at the black digital camera.
‘Well, that’s a very good sight’ he smiled into the thought. Without thinking, Jonghyun picked his camera that snuggled in his backpack since he received it, and pressed the button and took a picture after adjusting the camera’s lens to catch the perfect scene of pure innocence and beauty, in the form of one human, Lee Hongki. Jonghyun just added a picture into his growing interest.
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