[fic] All of You 2/7
Title: All of You
Pairings: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, romance, smut, angst
Chapters: 2/7
Summary: Abandoned by his parents at the age of 6, Jaejoong's life has been nothing but a great downfall. Getting sent to prison might have meant the end to some - but for Jaejoong, it's falling in love with a mystery called Jung Yunho.
A/N: Here's part 2 of the story, enjoy~ <3 Comments are much appreciated!
Chapter 2
The next morning I woke up early to the sound of the bell. I opened my eyes immediately and saw Yunho coming out of the bathroom, brushing his teeth. He looked even more handsome in the morning sunlight filtered through our window with his hair messed up and his pants riding low. He didn't seem to mind that I was awake and watching him, or he truly didn't notice. Yunho pulled out a clean pair of pants from his side of the small closet, got dressed, and left our cell as soon as the doors automatically opened. Only then I pushed away the blanket and got up myself, because the room was simply too small for us both to walk around at the same time.
I took a short shower and put on the ugly blue uniform of the prison before heading out to breakfast. I didn't really know anyone else so I sat down to the table where Yoochun and Changmin were eating at - I couldn't see Yunho anywhere - but luckily they didn't seem to mind me joining them.
"Good morning," I said politely as I sat down next to Changmin.
"Morning," they both mumbled, and we all sat in silence for a while, just eating, until Yoochun slurped down the last piece of his seaweed soup and started talking.
"I heard you and Yunho laughing last night," he grinned, "What was that about?"
"How did you hear that?"
"Me and Changmin are on the cell second to your left."
"Oh."
"So what was so funny?"
"Nothing," I said, blushing for some reason and explained myself, "I promised not to tell."
Changmin and Yoochun exchanged weird looks but didn't ask me any more questions. I had a feeling they knew something weird was up, but luckily for me, didn't make me tell them what was going on. Not that there was much to tell, when I was probably the most confused one out of us all.
After breakfast I spent a few hours in the library, borrowed a couple more books and took them up to our cell and then, went outside to get some sun. I still felt like people kept staring at me and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to make friends with more people than just Yoochun and Changmin, but I really didn't feel like it. To be honest, I was totally surprised by how normal most of the prisoners seemed. I knew it had been childish of me to imagine them all to look like creepy rapists and lunatics, especially when I wasn't any better than them.
I hadn't seen Yunho at the library or at the cell but I did find him out on the yard, playing soccer with a small group of other inmates. I sat down in the shadow and squinted my eyes too see how he was doing. Not only was Yunho much taller than most of the prisoners, but he also seemed to have perfect control of his very athletic body. He was still wearing the sleeveless top I had seen him in this morning, and his pant legs had been rolled up to make him able to run more freely. Pretending to be reading, I opened my book and placed it in my lap even though I was really following the game. I didn't want to look like I was staring if Yunho happened to glance at my direction.
It was weird how Yunho seemed to be on top of everything at all times. I spent the entire afternoon observing him play and was surprised to see that he was completely in charge at the field. He had that sort of powerful charisma that whenever an argument was about to take place, he only had to say a few words to stop the fighting. All the other prisoners really listened to him and I wasn't sure if it was because Yunho was intimidating, or if people just thought he was cool. I certainly thought he was cool, but that was partly because I found him to be extremely attractive. Watching him made me think all sort of weird things. I wondered if he'd come back to our cell in the evening still sweaty, would take off his top and toss it in the laundry basket - and I would get a glimpse of his perfect body.
That sort of thinking didn't do me any good though because after having dinner and returning to our small space, I was even more nervous than the night before. A couple minutes later Yunho arrived too, still sweaty like I had predicted, and started bustling around our room. I sat on my bed, fighting the urge to get up and have him fuck me. The smell of sweat made me think of sex and when Yunho finished whatever he had been doing and started doing push ups on the floor instead, my frustration grew considerably. I didn't know anything about him really and here I was, lusting over him when I was supposed to concentrate on serving my sentence and getting the hell out as soon as possible.
They turned the lights out in the hallway and locked the doors, but Yunho had moved onto doing crunches. Luckily it was dark so I couldn't see clearly - but my imagination was strong enough to picture exactly how drops of sweat trickled down his tanned skin, how his breathing sped up and how the muscles in his stomach tightened up... God, I felt so horny I was about to pass out. I was seriously considering going to the bathroom to relieve myself, but I was sure I would let out sounds I most certainly didn't want Yunho to hear. Then finally, Yunho stopped and got up from the floor. He went to the bathroom and I heard him brush his teeth and wash his face. I could finally relax a bit and so, I changed out of my day clothes and sat down on my bunk to get ready for bed.
Yunho came out of the bathroom and much to my horror, sat down on the bed next to me. The small reading light on the wall next to my bed was on, and I saw Yunho's handsome face clearly.
"I saw you watching the game today, Jaejoong," he said awkwardly, sounding like he had practiced saying the words in his mind before actually speaking to me.
"I was reading," I lied.
"No, you weren't," Yunho tilted his head, smiling slightly, "You were watching me."
I didn't have anything to say to that. Was he accusing me of something, or why was he bringing it up in the first place?
"I almost got the feeling that..." Yunho started, but stopped mid-sentence, "Nevermind."
"What?" I couldn't stop myself from asking.
"That you are... You know," he said, still very awkwardly - which made me feel awkward too. Yunho was acting so strange.
"No, I don't know."
"You know," Yunho mumbled more quietly so that our neighbors wouldn't hear, "I got the feeling that you might be gay."
"Does it bother you?" I said bravely, surprised by the strength in my voice. Yunho's eyes dilated a bit but he didn't seem disgusted or anything - more like proud of himself for being right.
"No, it doesn't bother me."
"Good."
There was a long silence and I wasn't sure if he was trying to end the conversation or to desperately figure out something more to say. It seemed like he was trying real hard but couldn't come up with anything because he raised a hand and grabbed my forearm, suddenly pulling me closer. My heart jumped against my chest so violently that it almost made me feel sick - I looked back into Yunho's eyes but the other man still hadn't figured out what to say because he was still stuck opening and closing his mouth like a fish.
I could feel his thumb softly drawing circles to my arm, caressing the skin and causing shivers to run down my spine - all I could do was stare right back into his almond shaped eyes and hope to God he'd do something to break the tension. But then, Yunho pulled back, leaving me to my bed completely puzzled, and climbed up to his own bed instead. I turned off the reading lamp and laid down in my bed. My heart was still beating wildly and on top of everything I was fully hard - but it would be impossible for me to jerk off in that silence. After a while I heard Yunho's breathing come out in deep puffs and realized he had fallen asleep.
But once again, I was wide awake. What on earth had all that been?
On the next morning Yunho was again out the door before I had even managed to say good morning to him. Did he detest my company so much that he couldn't spare a few words to me after waking up, or was what I had said - or what I was - actually the problem here? I felt like a piece of furniture or someone extremely unpleasant that Yunho was only forced to share a room with. I would have really liked to get to know him better - not only because he was handsome, but because I was genuinely interested in him and his story. I was dying to know what he had done and so, I decided to ask Changmin and Yoochun about it over breakfast.
The prison kitchen was offering fried fish, eggs and rice for breakfast and as I watched Changmin stuff his face with his third portion, I got the chance to start a conversation.
"So," I said unsurely because I was trying too hard not to sound too interested, "What exactly did Yunho do?"
"I don't know," Yoochun replied honestly, "He was transferred from another prison so I couldn't even ask Junsu about it. Most of the information is secret but usually someone finds out eventually and spreads it around but that didn't happen with Yunho."
"All the other prisoners seem to get along well with him."
"That's because of the mystery," Changmin contributed to the conversation, "He's never told anyone exactly what he's guilty of but we all know he's killed someone so... He gets respect for that. His files are top secret for some weird reason. If you ask me, I'd say there is something shady with it all."
"What do you mean?"
"Why couldn't Junsu, who works as a guard here, find out what he's done? He's found out many things before so he's completely on our side because of Yoochun here," Changmin continued, "I have a theory."
"Not this again," Yoochun groaned and covered his ears with his hands.
"I think he's a defector from North Korea," Changmin leaned in closer as he spoke, obviously very much into his own story, "And he had to be put to prison to keep him safe."
"Right," I said disbelievingly but trying my best not to let my suspicions show in my voice.
"You've been reading too many conspiracy theories," Yoochun shook his head, but I honestly did agree with the fact that there was something strange with everything.
After breakfast, Changmin and Yoochun had the kitchen cleaning shift and I went back to our cell to think about everything I had learned about Yunho so far (which really wasn't much). I didn't know his full name or even his age, nor his hobbies or interests... It was really hard to fight the temptation of looking through Yunho's things when he wasn't there. I knew that he liked reading comics and I knew he had family because there was an obvious family portrayed glued to the wall. I could easily recognize Yunho, a girl that was probably his sister, and two old people who must have been his parents. His father had Yunho's strong jawline and her mother's lips were bow-shaped exactly like Yunho's. His sister was really pretty too.
I watched Yunho running around the courtyard in circles from the window of our cell. His white t-shirt was plastered to his back from sweat but he kept going until I lost count of how many laps he had ran.
That night Yunho didn't come to my bed and no matter how much I hated to admit it - I was very disappointed.
On the next morning Yunho again left before I had managed to open my mouth to wish him a good morning and honestly, I was getting really annoyed with him. What was so important that it couldn't wait? Was it simply impossible for him to acknowledge my existence? If that was how Yunho wanted to act, I was going to beat him at his own game. I could ignore him too and pretend like I was living all alone in our tiny cell. I was done trying to be friends when clearly I wasn't getting the same response.
I was so mad that I had to complain about it to Yoochun and Changmin over breakfast.
"He keeps ignoring me!" I exclaimed, waving my chopsticks at Yoochun's face, "All he ever does is run around the courtyard or work out in our cell!"
"Well have you tried talking to him?" Changmin questioned wisely, causing me to blush slightly.
"Not really..."
"Didn't you say that he keeps coming to your bed at night?" Yoochun raised an eyebrow at the strange expression on my face. "Why should he always be the one making the first move?"
"Not last night! I don't know... I..."
"So, he doesn't show up on one night and your whole world is ruined?"
"It's not like that... You don't understand."
"Why do you even want to be friends with him so much?" Changmin asked, obviously confused, but Yoochun's face lightened up.
"I knew it! You're gay!" he grinned victoriously, reaching over the table and grabbing my wrist forcefully, "You want to fuck him!"
"I do not!" I denied, shaking my head furiously but the damage was already done. Yoochun was smiling like the Cheshire cat, and Changmin's eyes widened in understanding.
"You're all faggots," Changmin lowered his gaze back to his breakfast and continued eating. I knew he hadn't meant it as an insult but I was so embarrassed I felt my heart skip a few beats. I had no choice but to trust them.
"Just don't tell anyone..." I muttered, and so, my secret was out.
I was still angry at Yunho later that evening when he returned to our room. It was probably childish and stupid but I didn't care when I simply felt too frustrated with everything to act normally. I kept my eyes fixated on the page I had been reading and even though my concentration was lost, continued reading the same line over and over again. Yunho rummaged through his things, changed his clothes and went to the bathroom before asking me if he could turn off the lights. At first I didn't reply.
Yunho stood there awkwardly for a moment, shifting his weight from one foot to another until I finally nodded. He turned off the lights and climbed to his bed, obviously confused about why I was acting in such a way. I felt a huge amount of satisfaction from the puzzled look on his face. When the automatic doors closed for the night, I put away my book and turned to my side to get some sleep. I was exhausted from staying up late at night and constantly thinking about Yunho. Sleep came easier that night.
I was just about to drift off when I felt the blanket move, and a warm figure slid under the covers next to me. My eyes opened immediately and my heart started pumping so fast I was suddenly wide awake. I felt Yunho wrap an arm around my waist and pull me flush against him, his heavy breathing tickling my ear. For a short moment everything felt so unreal that I thought I was dreaming.
"Yunho?" I mumbled, but then bit my lip to stop the words from spilling out. Yunho clearly wasn't much of a talker and I didn't want to scare him off... but what the hell was he doing?
The next thing I knew, were Yunho's lips pressed against my neck. He placed open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin under my ear, hands traveling up and down my bare stomach under my shirt and then, I felt his erection against my thigh. I gasped in excitement as Yunho started rocking his hips, his cock digging into my thigh. I was hard in a matter of seconds - harder than I had been in ages - but I was very unsure what to do and so I lied there, taking whatever it was he had to offer. Yunho's breathing sped up and his caresses got braver when I didn't object, fingers digging to my hips, hands brushing over my nipples and then finally, pushing my pants down together with my underwear.
I held back the moans but couldn't help the fact that my breathing came out in harsh, loud puffs and so, Yunho pulled me closer and covered my mouth with his arm. My eyes turned to the back of my head when I felt Yunho lowering his own pants and his bare, rock hard cock was suddenly guided against my ass. I wasn't shocked that he was big - I had seen him in his underwear before after all - but the size did make me nervous when I felt it press against my hole.
"Tell me if you don't want this," Yunho murmured to my ear, fumbling with something with his one free hand and then, applied something slick to my skin. I wasn't going to tell him to stop, there was no way, as his fingers circled my rim softly, spreading the lube everywhere. My entire body was shaking in anticipation of what was to come, but I still cried out when he pushed inside.
I felt like I was being torn in half but Yunho continued kissing my neck feverishly as his hips took on a steady rhythm of slowly fucking me. It was lazy and sloppy but felt so good I started rolling my hips to meet his thrusts. Yunho held me in his arms so strongly I could barely move, but I didn't even want to when he was doing it oh so well. I could feel him sink into me balls deep, the tip of his penis brushing against my prostate with every push, causing my orgasm to near me embarrassingly fast.
"Aa, ah!" I moaned against Yunho's heavy arm, my cock twitching in pleasure as the pace remained slow like Yunho was truly savoring each thrust. At some point his arm slid away from my face, obviously not caring if I made enough sound to wake all our neighbors, and reached down between my legs to take my cock into his hand. Letting out a quiet sob, I gasped at the feeling of Yunho's large palm covering my erection and just like that, effortlessly sending me over the edge. I cried out again as my climax washed over me, so intense that my vision blacked out for a short moment, continuous waves of pleasure coursing through my body as Yunho kept fucking me slowly. I had never came so hard in my entire life.
"Oh God, oh God," I moaned, searching for Yunho's hand and pulling it close to my chest, wanting to feel his body all over me and inside me. I heard Yunho let out a shuddering breath and hold on to me tighter, the rocking of his hips finally growing irregular until at last, letting go and releasing his load inside me.
His teeth sunk into my shoulder as he came, suddenly fucking me that much faster as the warmth of his orgasm filled me up. Yunho was shaking badly and I knew he had come just as hard as I had moments before, and it was amazing really how clearly I felt his manhood pulse inside me. There was an embarrassing, wet sound when he pulled out - the cum sliding down my thigh and making everything sticky. I didn't want him to go so I kept clutching his hand against my chest like my life depended on it. My heart was still beating so fast it was almost painful.
"I'm sorry I didn't use a condom," he muttered roughly while attempting to wipe of the cum from my thighs with his fingers but failing miserably, "I'm clean though."
"I'm not worried about that," I said and rolled onto my back, letting him have the full view of my body. I didn't know why but it was the truth. I was so infatuated with him that I probably wouldn't have cared if he gave me every imaginable disease in world. All that mattered was him.
"You're not?" Yunho mumbled, obviously having great difficulties at trying to keep his eyes on my face. "Are you clean?"
"I'm clean," I told him honestly and smiled a little. I was so happy my heart felt like bursting out of my chest but Yunho looked a bit guilty. His eyebrows were furrowed but his gaze was still hungry and passionate.
"I'll... I'll help you with that," he stuttered, took of his top and gently, wiped the cum off my thighs with the fabric. The touch made me feel a little bit too excited, but Yunho ignored my half hard cock resting on my stomach and pulled my boxers back up. I was just about to say something when Yunho opened his mouth to speak.
"I'm sorry," he said, voice quiet like speaking was almost painful to him. I found it very hard to understand what he was saying.
"For what?"
"For... You know," he apologized unsurely, "I'm really sorry, I won't bother you again. Good night."
Yunho got off from my bed and climbed back up to his own before I had managed to process the information he had just given me. I heard him let out a sigh and I pulled the blankets up to cover myself. Did Yunho think I hadn't enjoyed it? Did he think he had forced himself upon me? I had been much more than willing to let him fuck me. The after glow of the best sex I had ever had faded out and gave room for confusion. Why hadn't he stayed in bed and held me? Why did Yunho always seem so confident when I was watching him, but when it was just the two of us, he could barely speak?
The next thought that popped up into my head made me feel sick to my stomach. Yunho hadn't kissed me on the lips. Did he think I was just a hole to fuck? Was he straight? Had he just been using me to get off? Did he know how I felt about him - and what exactly did I feel? It had been forever since the last time I'd even had feelings for someone, so long that I had truthfully thought that the cruel act of my parents, abandoning me like that, had somehow damaged my brains and I had simply forgotten how to love. No-one had ever loved me before so how would I know what love even was? Love had always been something silly I had only seen in movies and read about in books, but could it be something that might actually happen to me? It certainly didn't help that I could still practically feel him inside me. Had the sex affected my thinking? It had been so great not having more would be much more difficult than not having any.
I tossed and turned in bed, fighting the exhaustion about to come over me. I needed to think. I needed to figure out what was going on and do it soon, because out of all the dangerous things I had done in my life, having feelings for Yunho was probably the worst. There was no way things could work out between us when he was sentenced to life in prison. Was he even sentenced for life? Who had he killed? How could I already feel so much when I practically knew nothing about him? What in the world was the matter with Yunho?
It was going to be another long and sleepless night.
Free Counters
Pairings: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, romance, smut, angst
Chapters: 2/7
Summary: Abandoned by his parents at the age of 6, Jaejoong's life has been nothing but a great downfall. Getting sent to prison might have meant the end to some - but for Jaejoong, it's falling in love with a mystery called Jung Yunho.
A/N: Here's part 2 of the story, enjoy~ <3 Comments are much appreciated!
Chapter 2
The next morning I woke up early to the sound of the bell. I opened my eyes immediately and saw Yunho coming out of the bathroom, brushing his teeth. He looked even more handsome in the morning sunlight filtered through our window with his hair messed up and his pants riding low. He didn't seem to mind that I was awake and watching him, or he truly didn't notice. Yunho pulled out a clean pair of pants from his side of the small closet, got dressed, and left our cell as soon as the doors automatically opened. Only then I pushed away the blanket and got up myself, because the room was simply too small for us both to walk around at the same time.
I took a short shower and put on the ugly blue uniform of the prison before heading out to breakfast. I didn't really know anyone else so I sat down to the table where Yoochun and Changmin were eating at - I couldn't see Yunho anywhere - but luckily they didn't seem to mind me joining them.
"Good morning," I said politely as I sat down next to Changmin.
"Morning," they both mumbled, and we all sat in silence for a while, just eating, until Yoochun slurped down the last piece of his seaweed soup and started talking.
"I heard you and Yunho laughing last night," he grinned, "What was that about?"
"How did you hear that?"
"Me and Changmin are on the cell second to your left."
"Oh."
"So what was so funny?"
"Nothing," I said, blushing for some reason and explained myself, "I promised not to tell."
Changmin and Yoochun exchanged weird looks but didn't ask me any more questions. I had a feeling they knew something weird was up, but luckily for me, didn't make me tell them what was going on. Not that there was much to tell, when I was probably the most confused one out of us all.
After breakfast I spent a few hours in the library, borrowed a couple more books and took them up to our cell and then, went outside to get some sun. I still felt like people kept staring at me and I wasn't sure if I was supposed to make friends with more people than just Yoochun and Changmin, but I really didn't feel like it. To be honest, I was totally surprised by how normal most of the prisoners seemed. I knew it had been childish of me to imagine them all to look like creepy rapists and lunatics, especially when I wasn't any better than them.
I hadn't seen Yunho at the library or at the cell but I did find him out on the yard, playing soccer with a small group of other inmates. I sat down in the shadow and squinted my eyes too see how he was doing. Not only was Yunho much taller than most of the prisoners, but he also seemed to have perfect control of his very athletic body. He was still wearing the sleeveless top I had seen him in this morning, and his pant legs had been rolled up to make him able to run more freely. Pretending to be reading, I opened my book and placed it in my lap even though I was really following the game. I didn't want to look like I was staring if Yunho happened to glance at my direction.
It was weird how Yunho seemed to be on top of everything at all times. I spent the entire afternoon observing him play and was surprised to see that he was completely in charge at the field. He had that sort of powerful charisma that whenever an argument was about to take place, he only had to say a few words to stop the fighting. All the other prisoners really listened to him and I wasn't sure if it was because Yunho was intimidating, or if people just thought he was cool. I certainly thought he was cool, but that was partly because I found him to be extremely attractive. Watching him made me think all sort of weird things. I wondered if he'd come back to our cell in the evening still sweaty, would take off his top and toss it in the laundry basket - and I would get a glimpse of his perfect body.
That sort of thinking didn't do me any good though because after having dinner and returning to our small space, I was even more nervous than the night before. A couple minutes later Yunho arrived too, still sweaty like I had predicted, and started bustling around our room. I sat on my bed, fighting the urge to get up and have him fuck me. The smell of sweat made me think of sex and when Yunho finished whatever he had been doing and started doing push ups on the floor instead, my frustration grew considerably. I didn't know anything about him really and here I was, lusting over him when I was supposed to concentrate on serving my sentence and getting the hell out as soon as possible.
They turned the lights out in the hallway and locked the doors, but Yunho had moved onto doing crunches. Luckily it was dark so I couldn't see clearly - but my imagination was strong enough to picture exactly how drops of sweat trickled down his tanned skin, how his breathing sped up and how the muscles in his stomach tightened up... God, I felt so horny I was about to pass out. I was seriously considering going to the bathroom to relieve myself, but I was sure I would let out sounds I most certainly didn't want Yunho to hear. Then finally, Yunho stopped and got up from the floor. He went to the bathroom and I heard him brush his teeth and wash his face. I could finally relax a bit and so, I changed out of my day clothes and sat down on my bunk to get ready for bed.
Yunho came out of the bathroom and much to my horror, sat down on the bed next to me. The small reading light on the wall next to my bed was on, and I saw Yunho's handsome face clearly.
"I saw you watching the game today, Jaejoong," he said awkwardly, sounding like he had practiced saying the words in his mind before actually speaking to me.
"I was reading," I lied.
"No, you weren't," Yunho tilted his head, smiling slightly, "You were watching me."
I didn't have anything to say to that. Was he accusing me of something, or why was he bringing it up in the first place?
"I almost got the feeling that..." Yunho started, but stopped mid-sentence, "Nevermind."
"What?" I couldn't stop myself from asking.
"That you are... You know," he said, still very awkwardly - which made me feel awkward too. Yunho was acting so strange.
"No, I don't know."
"You know," Yunho mumbled more quietly so that our neighbors wouldn't hear, "I got the feeling that you might be gay."
"Does it bother you?" I said bravely, surprised by the strength in my voice. Yunho's eyes dilated a bit but he didn't seem disgusted or anything - more like proud of himself for being right.
"No, it doesn't bother me."
"Good."
There was a long silence and I wasn't sure if he was trying to end the conversation or to desperately figure out something more to say. It seemed like he was trying real hard but couldn't come up with anything because he raised a hand and grabbed my forearm, suddenly pulling me closer. My heart jumped against my chest so violently that it almost made me feel sick - I looked back into Yunho's eyes but the other man still hadn't figured out what to say because he was still stuck opening and closing his mouth like a fish.
I could feel his thumb softly drawing circles to my arm, caressing the skin and causing shivers to run down my spine - all I could do was stare right back into his almond shaped eyes and hope to God he'd do something to break the tension. But then, Yunho pulled back, leaving me to my bed completely puzzled, and climbed up to his own bed instead. I turned off the reading lamp and laid down in my bed. My heart was still beating wildly and on top of everything I was fully hard - but it would be impossible for me to jerk off in that silence. After a while I heard Yunho's breathing come out in deep puffs and realized he had fallen asleep.
But once again, I was wide awake. What on earth had all that been?
On the next morning Yunho was again out the door before I had even managed to say good morning to him. Did he detest my company so much that he couldn't spare a few words to me after waking up, or was what I had said - or what I was - actually the problem here? I felt like a piece of furniture or someone extremely unpleasant that Yunho was only forced to share a room with. I would have really liked to get to know him better - not only because he was handsome, but because I was genuinely interested in him and his story. I was dying to know what he had done and so, I decided to ask Changmin and Yoochun about it over breakfast.
The prison kitchen was offering fried fish, eggs and rice for breakfast and as I watched Changmin stuff his face with his third portion, I got the chance to start a conversation.
"So," I said unsurely because I was trying too hard not to sound too interested, "What exactly did Yunho do?"
"I don't know," Yoochun replied honestly, "He was transferred from another prison so I couldn't even ask Junsu about it. Most of the information is secret but usually someone finds out eventually and spreads it around but that didn't happen with Yunho."
"All the other prisoners seem to get along well with him."
"That's because of the mystery," Changmin contributed to the conversation, "He's never told anyone exactly what he's guilty of but we all know he's killed someone so... He gets respect for that. His files are top secret for some weird reason. If you ask me, I'd say there is something shady with it all."
"What do you mean?"
"Why couldn't Junsu, who works as a guard here, find out what he's done? He's found out many things before so he's completely on our side because of Yoochun here," Changmin continued, "I have a theory."
"Not this again," Yoochun groaned and covered his ears with his hands.
"I think he's a defector from North Korea," Changmin leaned in closer as he spoke, obviously very much into his own story, "And he had to be put to prison to keep him safe."
"Right," I said disbelievingly but trying my best not to let my suspicions show in my voice.
"You've been reading too many conspiracy theories," Yoochun shook his head, but I honestly did agree with the fact that there was something strange with everything.
After breakfast, Changmin and Yoochun had the kitchen cleaning shift and I went back to our cell to think about everything I had learned about Yunho so far (which really wasn't much). I didn't know his full name or even his age, nor his hobbies or interests... It was really hard to fight the temptation of looking through Yunho's things when he wasn't there. I knew that he liked reading comics and I knew he had family because there was an obvious family portrayed glued to the wall. I could easily recognize Yunho, a girl that was probably his sister, and two old people who must have been his parents. His father had Yunho's strong jawline and her mother's lips were bow-shaped exactly like Yunho's. His sister was really pretty too.
I watched Yunho running around the courtyard in circles from the window of our cell. His white t-shirt was plastered to his back from sweat but he kept going until I lost count of how many laps he had ran.
That night Yunho didn't come to my bed and no matter how much I hated to admit it - I was very disappointed.
On the next morning Yunho again left before I had managed to open my mouth to wish him a good morning and honestly, I was getting really annoyed with him. What was so important that it couldn't wait? Was it simply impossible for him to acknowledge my existence? If that was how Yunho wanted to act, I was going to beat him at his own game. I could ignore him too and pretend like I was living all alone in our tiny cell. I was done trying to be friends when clearly I wasn't getting the same response.
I was so mad that I had to complain about it to Yoochun and Changmin over breakfast.
"He keeps ignoring me!" I exclaimed, waving my chopsticks at Yoochun's face, "All he ever does is run around the courtyard or work out in our cell!"
"Well have you tried talking to him?" Changmin questioned wisely, causing me to blush slightly.
"Not really..."
"Didn't you say that he keeps coming to your bed at night?" Yoochun raised an eyebrow at the strange expression on my face. "Why should he always be the one making the first move?"
"Not last night! I don't know... I..."
"So, he doesn't show up on one night and your whole world is ruined?"
"It's not like that... You don't understand."
"Why do you even want to be friends with him so much?" Changmin asked, obviously confused, but Yoochun's face lightened up.
"I knew it! You're gay!" he grinned victoriously, reaching over the table and grabbing my wrist forcefully, "You want to fuck him!"
"I do not!" I denied, shaking my head furiously but the damage was already done. Yoochun was smiling like the Cheshire cat, and Changmin's eyes widened in understanding.
"You're all faggots," Changmin lowered his gaze back to his breakfast and continued eating. I knew he hadn't meant it as an insult but I was so embarrassed I felt my heart skip a few beats. I had no choice but to trust them.
"Just don't tell anyone..." I muttered, and so, my secret was out.
I was still angry at Yunho later that evening when he returned to our room. It was probably childish and stupid but I didn't care when I simply felt too frustrated with everything to act normally. I kept my eyes fixated on the page I had been reading and even though my concentration was lost, continued reading the same line over and over again. Yunho rummaged through his things, changed his clothes and went to the bathroom before asking me if he could turn off the lights. At first I didn't reply.
Yunho stood there awkwardly for a moment, shifting his weight from one foot to another until I finally nodded. He turned off the lights and climbed to his bed, obviously confused about why I was acting in such a way. I felt a huge amount of satisfaction from the puzzled look on his face. When the automatic doors closed for the night, I put away my book and turned to my side to get some sleep. I was exhausted from staying up late at night and constantly thinking about Yunho. Sleep came easier that night.
I was just about to drift off when I felt the blanket move, and a warm figure slid under the covers next to me. My eyes opened immediately and my heart started pumping so fast I was suddenly wide awake. I felt Yunho wrap an arm around my waist and pull me flush against him, his heavy breathing tickling my ear. For a short moment everything felt so unreal that I thought I was dreaming.
"Yunho?" I mumbled, but then bit my lip to stop the words from spilling out. Yunho clearly wasn't much of a talker and I didn't want to scare him off... but what the hell was he doing?
The next thing I knew, were Yunho's lips pressed against my neck. He placed open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin under my ear, hands traveling up and down my bare stomach under my shirt and then, I felt his erection against my thigh. I gasped in excitement as Yunho started rocking his hips, his cock digging into my thigh. I was hard in a matter of seconds - harder than I had been in ages - but I was very unsure what to do and so I lied there, taking whatever it was he had to offer. Yunho's breathing sped up and his caresses got braver when I didn't object, fingers digging to my hips, hands brushing over my nipples and then finally, pushing my pants down together with my underwear.
I held back the moans but couldn't help the fact that my breathing came out in harsh, loud puffs and so, Yunho pulled me closer and covered my mouth with his arm. My eyes turned to the back of my head when I felt Yunho lowering his own pants and his bare, rock hard cock was suddenly guided against my ass. I wasn't shocked that he was big - I had seen him in his underwear before after all - but the size did make me nervous when I felt it press against my hole.
"Tell me if you don't want this," Yunho murmured to my ear, fumbling with something with his one free hand and then, applied something slick to my skin. I wasn't going to tell him to stop, there was no way, as his fingers circled my rim softly, spreading the lube everywhere. My entire body was shaking in anticipation of what was to come, but I still cried out when he pushed inside.
I felt like I was being torn in half but Yunho continued kissing my neck feverishly as his hips took on a steady rhythm of slowly fucking me. It was lazy and sloppy but felt so good I started rolling my hips to meet his thrusts. Yunho held me in his arms so strongly I could barely move, but I didn't even want to when he was doing it oh so well. I could feel him sink into me balls deep, the tip of his penis brushing against my prostate with every push, causing my orgasm to near me embarrassingly fast.
"Aa, ah!" I moaned against Yunho's heavy arm, my cock twitching in pleasure as the pace remained slow like Yunho was truly savoring each thrust. At some point his arm slid away from my face, obviously not caring if I made enough sound to wake all our neighbors, and reached down between my legs to take my cock into his hand. Letting out a quiet sob, I gasped at the feeling of Yunho's large palm covering my erection and just like that, effortlessly sending me over the edge. I cried out again as my climax washed over me, so intense that my vision blacked out for a short moment, continuous waves of pleasure coursing through my body as Yunho kept fucking me slowly. I had never came so hard in my entire life.
"Oh God, oh God," I moaned, searching for Yunho's hand and pulling it close to my chest, wanting to feel his body all over me and inside me. I heard Yunho let out a shuddering breath and hold on to me tighter, the rocking of his hips finally growing irregular until at last, letting go and releasing his load inside me.
His teeth sunk into my shoulder as he came, suddenly fucking me that much faster as the warmth of his orgasm filled me up. Yunho was shaking badly and I knew he had come just as hard as I had moments before, and it was amazing really how clearly I felt his manhood pulse inside me. There was an embarrassing, wet sound when he pulled out - the cum sliding down my thigh and making everything sticky. I didn't want him to go so I kept clutching his hand against my chest like my life depended on it. My heart was still beating so fast it was almost painful.
"I'm sorry I didn't use a condom," he muttered roughly while attempting to wipe of the cum from my thighs with his fingers but failing miserably, "I'm clean though."
"I'm not worried about that," I said and rolled onto my back, letting him have the full view of my body. I didn't know why but it was the truth. I was so infatuated with him that I probably wouldn't have cared if he gave me every imaginable disease in world. All that mattered was him.
"You're not?" Yunho mumbled, obviously having great difficulties at trying to keep his eyes on my face. "Are you clean?"
"I'm clean," I told him honestly and smiled a little. I was so happy my heart felt like bursting out of my chest but Yunho looked a bit guilty. His eyebrows were furrowed but his gaze was still hungry and passionate.
"I'll... I'll help you with that," he stuttered, took of his top and gently, wiped the cum off my thighs with the fabric. The touch made me feel a little bit too excited, but Yunho ignored my half hard cock resting on my stomach and pulled my boxers back up. I was just about to say something when Yunho opened his mouth to speak.
"I'm sorry," he said, voice quiet like speaking was almost painful to him. I found it very hard to understand what he was saying.
"For what?"
"For... You know," he apologized unsurely, "I'm really sorry, I won't bother you again. Good night."
Yunho got off from my bed and climbed back up to his own before I had managed to process the information he had just given me. I heard him let out a sigh and I pulled the blankets up to cover myself. Did Yunho think I hadn't enjoyed it? Did he think he had forced himself upon me? I had been much more than willing to let him fuck me. The after glow of the best sex I had ever had faded out and gave room for confusion. Why hadn't he stayed in bed and held me? Why did Yunho always seem so confident when I was watching him, but when it was just the two of us, he could barely speak?
The next thought that popped up into my head made me feel sick to my stomach. Yunho hadn't kissed me on the lips. Did he think I was just a hole to fuck? Was he straight? Had he just been using me to get off? Did he know how I felt about him - and what exactly did I feel? It had been forever since the last time I'd even had feelings for someone, so long that I had truthfully thought that the cruel act of my parents, abandoning me like that, had somehow damaged my brains and I had simply forgotten how to love. No-one had ever loved me before so how would I know what love even was? Love had always been something silly I had only seen in movies and read about in books, but could it be something that might actually happen to me? It certainly didn't help that I could still practically feel him inside me. Had the sex affected my thinking? It had been so great not having more would be much more difficult than not having any.
I tossed and turned in bed, fighting the exhaustion about to come over me. I needed to think. I needed to figure out what was going on and do it soon, because out of all the dangerous things I had done in my life, having feelings for Yunho was probably the worst. There was no way things could work out between us when he was sentenced to life in prison. Was he even sentenced for life? Who had he killed? How could I already feel so much when I practically knew nothing about him? What in the world was the matter with Yunho?
It was going to be another long and sleepless night.
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