[One-Shot] Flashing Lights
Even I can't believe my first finished fic in like months is a MinSu fic, which by the way is the only MinSu fic I've written that hadn't been a drabble. Well, weirder things have happened.
Also, this is a very belated birthday fic to the wonderful nobetterpicture who has written my most favorite story almost ever, I've pimped it, go read it. Anyway, my dear, this one's for you. I hope you like it ❤ ❤
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Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Genre: Drama, General, Romance
Rating: R
Summary: Changmin meets an idol.
The bass vibrates sinuously against the walls, thumping indecently through his body, intoxicating and raw.
"What is the point of this?" Changmin curls his hand around the crook of Yoochun's elbow in a death grip. He has a pile of depositions on his desk waiting for him; a trial in a few days and the last thing he needs is a distraction from it.
"You're wound so fucking tight you can't even take a proper shit. You need to fucking relax," Yoochun answers with a yell above the heavy beat reverberating against the walls.
A sweaty body presses against him, she's beautiful and sinfully innocent looking. "Dance with me," she beckons and Changmin's lips twist in a fraudulent smile.
"Sorry, Sweetheart, not my type," he leans down and whispers into her ear just before Yoochun drags him away into the sea of gyrating bodies.
They have a reserved table up on the second floor. Yoochun's status in the club scene precedes him and manages to get him into almost any club with just a mere wink, a tempting smile and promise of a good time. Perks are part of the reputation and the table is lined with expensive alcohols, tequila and vodka, champagne and spirits, ready to fly them to the moon. Yoochun pours him a drink, a wild concoction of something that is sure to knock him flat on his ass and wake up in the morning wishing he were dead.
"You know what your problem is?" Yoochun poses with a grimace as he swallows a mouthful of intense liquor, Changmin rolls his eyes, he'll tell him whatever the hell he wants to even if it's unasked of him. "You haven't been laid properly."
Changmin snorts in derision, taking a whiff of his drink, it smells dangerous. "I'm not the one getting laid, asshole, I do the laying," he corrects with an annoyed roll of his eyes.
"Always the power top," Yoochun clinks their glasses in a silent toast. "I want you to meet someone. Shut up, I've already set it up," Yoochun finishes his drink and snaps for a waiter. He's gorgeous with fake blue eyes and Changmin examines him cautiously, beautiful body lines and a firm jaw bone. "Give us two of your hardest drinks," Yoochun asks with a smug grin and a wonton slap on his ass. The waiter nods with a smile and brushes Yoochun's hand from his body, while his fingers linger in Yoochun's hold. Changmin wonders if there is much more than the run of the mill customer service going on between them.
Changmin watches him leave and turns curious eyes to his friend who's grinning to himself, eyes on the retreating waiter, he's got hungry eyes and it's nothing short of how Yoochun normally looks at delicious men. "What the fuck was that?" he questions. He watches Yoochun adjust himself in his seat with a seamless smile.
"So, this guy," Yoochun ignores him, checking his phone, playing it nonchalant and rude. Changmin accepts this kind of behavior from his friend. Ever since he's known Yoochun his self importance has been both a strength and deterrent. Changmin just happens to appreciate Yoochun's conceit, considering he'd been accused of being overly conceited himself. With his looks, he can be and Changmin finds no fault in that. He is perfectly aware that beautiful people are treated differently and he accepts those little indulgent luxuries.
Changmin purses his lips carefully, a simple motion that has claimed to capture several hearts in the past, "I never asked you to set me up," he leans against the back cushions in comfort, eyeing the glitter embedded on the walls to give the room a sparkle. He sits back and watches the beautiful people dancing around them, too drunk to care that their makeup is running down their cheeks or their friends are vomiting on the floor, too drunk to keep it in. "I have no problems in that department," he smiles slowly, shifting his eyes to his friend who's staring at him with intense black eyes.
"If you had a handle in that department you wouldn't be acting like a fucking asshole," Yoochun smiles when their waiter returns and offers them their drinks. Yoochun slips what looks to be a far larger tip Changmin has ever given to anyone in his life, into the waiter's pocket. "Thank you," he winks and Changmin rolls his eyes.
As soon as the blushing waiter leaves Yoochun takes a drink and hisses. "Fuck, that's strong," he uses the back of his hand to wipe at his lips.
Changmin grabs the cocktail napkin and places it on his crossed knee. "Are you fucking the waiter?" he asks him curiously and Yoochun lips turn up in a sinister grin which answers the question in silence. "Yoochun, really," he shakes his head in disappointment. "You're so much better than that."
The deep treble of his laughter amuses him. "It's not about who they are, Changmin, it's about how good they fuck and well-" he turns his head and plants a wonton look in the nameless waiter's direction, "he is fucking flexible," Yoochun licks his lips, "and that's all that's important," he winks with charm and Changmin understands what it is about Yoochun that drives people just a little wild.
Changmin takes the first drink of his wild concoction and immediately knows there is no way he is getting out of here alive.
The music is unending and somewhere between his third drink he is dancing sinfully against Yoochun, grinding his hips, holding him so close they might as well be fucking on the upper level dance floor.
As the lights flash hypnotizing against the wall Yoochun pulls away from him, eyes wild and intoxicated. His breathing erratic and his cheeks flushed. He looks golden and Changmin has the faintest desire of pressing his mouth to his lips, just to taste him once.
"Come on, he's here," he tells him above the bass and soon Changmin is being dragged haphazardly through the throngs of swaying bodies back to their little alcove of privacy.
"Seriously, Yoochun," Changmin trips over his own feet, wiping at the sweat accumulating around his neck and takes a deep breath, "I don't want you to-" but his words fall carelessly at bay when he sees their new company.
He's seen his face on magazines, on news papers. All over the television and on music shows. He's plastered in subway stations, the windows of shopping centers. Changmin blinks several times, trying to control the wave of his drunken vision.
Because really, his eyes are playing tricks on him.
But no matter how many times he does, no matter how often he rubs at his eyes, he is still there; sitting where their drinks are, bodyguards poised at both ends ready to distance the adoring fans who want just a little taste of him.
Changmin stands back and watches in silence as Yoochun walks straight to him and they wrap their arms around each other in a comfortable embrace. It's almost surreal, the way he moves so easily beside Yoochun, smiling at him, something a little more real than the smiles plastered on the magazine racks.
"I want you to meet him," he can hear Yoochun, the music silent against his ears and it's just the three of them. Everything else is silent, which seems the most odd since it's painfully loud in the building.
Changmin runs his sweat ridden hands through his hair, making sure it's in place. He hasn't had time to get it cut and Yoochun has told him it's getting a little wild. He smoothes down his clothing, not that it matters since the both of them are walking towards him and he can't seem to catch his breath.
"This is the one I've been telling you about," he can hear Yoochun clearly, saying things about him and Changmin averts his staring eyes.
It almost seems disrespectful to look at him, which is weird considering he's never been intimated by anyone in his life. He isn't even better looking, though it seems, just his mere existence is awe inspiring.
And the blond hair. The fucking blond hair coiffed up into a stylish wave and the black glimmer of his nail polish obliterates any misconception he had of being far better looking than him.
"Changmin," Yoochun's voice slices through the erratic stream of consciousness. "This is, Junsu, I'm sure you've seen him around," Yoochun grins wickedly past his intrusion.
Changmin finds himself a bit speechless, a rarity in the life of a lawyer but the idol, the fucking world idol Kim Junsu is looking at him with interest and it seems to be fucking with his speech, his mind, everything that is making him capable of thinking clearly.
He isn't even that good looking, except that he's fucking gorgeous.
"Hi," he manages to spew and Junsu laughs, loud and annoyingly sweet. It's different from the level he's heard on the variety shows. It seems more sincere, more real.
The lights switch into strong beams of white and clear specs against the walls. "Ah, Yoochun, he sure is pretty," Junsu's full lips curl into a tempting smile as he bows in introduction before him. It's a ninety degree angle and Changmin holds his breath.
He is bowing for him, Kim Fucking Junsu is bowing in front of him as if he were some normal human being and Changmin's knees weaken unexpectedly.
"Don't-" Changmin finds his voice and reaches for Yoochun as a means of support, to hold himself up properly. "You're Kim-"
Junsu rises slowly, his made up eyes intense as they stare directly into his. Piercing and so concentrated.
"I know who I am," he chuckles and looks over at Yoochun in satisfaction. "I still have manners," he admits and runs his hands down his jacket to smooth out the wrinkles. "It's nice to meet you, Changmin."
Yoochun has introduced him to several people throughout their years of friendship, high rollers who own lucrative businesses who have stock in the country but he has never, not once, mentioned his connections to the idol world.
Kim Junsu is an idol, beloved by the masses for his sincere intentions and devastating talent. Changmin swallows deeply and takes his own bow of respect.
"It's nice-an honor to meet you in person," he flounders his words unintentionally. There is something so encompassing about his presence that makes Changmin flail uncharacteristically. "I mean-"
"Well," Yoochun interrupts, "I'm gonna let you two get to know each other," he interjects and slams his hand against Changmin's back, leaving him nervously behind.
The last thing Changmin ever finds himself is anxious, though it's clear that is exactly what he feels standing in front of Junsu.
Junsu waves a hand and the both of them make their way to the comfortable benches of the VIP Lounge. Changmin lets his eyes stray around the club; it's too loud to sit at a distance so he finds himself unusually close to Junsu who smells like heaven, gauiac wood and something soft like vanilla. It's aromatic and intense and he smells wonderful.
"I don't know if you know this but Yoochun auditioned at my company," Junsu crosses his legs and asks for a drink. It seems like the new waiter they have knows exactly what he is asking for and nods in understanding. Junsu turns to him easily, smiles, so causally it almost seems natural. "He did well," Junsu rests an arm around the top of the cushions, his fingertips brushing against his shoulders, "but then his family intervened."
Changmin doesn't know that little slice of Yoochun's life. In all the years he he's known him, he's never once mentioned his attempts at idol stardom. It seems perhaps it isn't a piece of information he doesn't want to reveal but Changmin is considerably interested in further details.
"I did not know that," Changmin speaks deeply and reaches for the new drink Junsu's ordered for him. It's sweet and dangerous. A drink he can't even taste the alcohol in, which can seriously kick his ass before he even realizes the effects. "Was he any good?" Changmin is sure he had to be, with Yoochun's charm and charisma it would be difficult not to excel in the idol world. Junsu smiles with secrets in his enchanting eyes.
"He has talent. There's something about him that people would just fucking eat up but he-he got out in time. The idol life-" Junsu's words drop and his mouth falls soft, "he left a few weeks into training but it was enough for the two of us to get to know each other," Junsu finishes and pulls what looks to be an errant thread from his designer jacket. "He's pretty amazing, though clearly not as amazing as me," he lifts his eyes to him with a deep sweep of his lashes and Changmin feels his stomach drop when he smiles. "Right?"
Changmin nods obediently and can hear Junsu chuckle in his throat as he turns away to glance at his watch.
Junsu clears his throat loudly. "So I hear you're a lawyer," he takes a slow drink and Changmin watches every movement. He finds it a bit off that someone so famous can be so ordinary when he's not the focus of a camera. "Yoochun's mentioned you several times and apparently figured it was time we met," he finishes the pink cocktail and sets it aside with nimble fingers, nails painted in sin.
Changmin has never known anyone in real life to paint their nails and they are quite alluring. "Is that so?" Changmin clears his throat and crosses his legs. They seem to be unmanageable, shaking nervously apart and he coughs at the smoke pillowing around them from a nearby smoker.
He watches Junsu wave the cloud from his sight and coughs. He seems uncomfortable but smiles as a group of girls approach their little bubble of solitude. "It's ok," he calls out and the girls file into their limited space.
Changmin watches silently as they ask for autographs and pictures. He takes them willingly with a kind smile and poses nicely for pictures, signing autographs until his bodyguards step in and round them up.
"No more tonight," he hears Junsu address his guards and they nod in understanding. Changmin doesn't oppose sharing his celebrity. It almost seems unfair to keep him to himself but Junsu spreads himself out on the cushions and sighs as he takes the final drinks of what's left in his glass.
"So, maybe we should get out of here?" Junsu suggests brazenly and Changmin's stomach flops instantly, a heavy lump.
"Um-" he starts just as Yoochun walks back, a drunk looker dangling from his shoulder.
"I'm leaving, make sure he gets home safely," Yoochun addresses Junsu and Changmin whips his head at him. "I'll call you later, Changmin," Yoochun licks his lips and grabs his face. "You're gorgeous, motherfucker," he leans in and kisses him on the mouth. "Don't fuck this up," he breathes against his lips and moves away. "And don't say I never did anything for you."
Changmin feels drunk as he watches Yoochun leave him alone with Junsu.
They slip out the back door with the help of Junsu's bodyguards and the club staff. There's a black SUV waiting for them in the dimly lit ally way and Junsu enters first followed by Changmin who ducks his head low to avoid bashing his skull in. Junsu's boys settle themselves on the first bench and give instruction. They tell the driver to head home, Junsu's home, Changmin expects and feels an array of fluttering wings rolling around his stomach.
There is some English R&B playing on the speakers and Junsu has his head back on the car cushion looking tired.
"Maybe I should just get a ca-" Changmin begins to suggest but soon a rough clamp of delicate skin covers his hand and Junsu is looking at him.
"If I wanted to be alone, I would've gone home alone," he speaks deeply and removes his hand.
Changmin finds his lips curling into a subtle smile as he watches the lights from the city pass them in a blur. Somewhere between downtown and the flower district he turns to watch Junsu who is clearly exhausted. Changmin is sure he's had a rough schedule and the idol life seems anything but simple, work work work and he can appreciate that. There is something surreal and out of sorts about the whole experience. Lounging in the club, experiencing his quiet demeanor; in the car he is far from the glittering lights of the paparazzi and TV cameras and it makes him, different.
"I don't get to meet people very often," Junsu confesses softly, "my time is pretty limited."
Changmin acknowledges that he hears him and scoots in a little closer. Junsu doesn't react, in fact his body seems more inviting as Changmin wraps an arm around the back of the seat and cautiously brushes his fingers against his shoulder in test.
"Are you dating anyone?" Junsu leans in so their bodies are close.
Changmin swallows loudly and finds himself too nervous he can hardly think straight. He doesn't know if it's because Junsu smells so goddamn delicious or if that it's Junsu's hand on his leg. He's pretty sure it's a mixture of both.
"No," he answers, "I don't really have time," he adds for good measure, not because he doesn't want to date or is in any way undesirable; he is quite aware of his appeal. "Are you?" he finds the nerve to ask him. He half expects him not to answer, he shouldn't have to, he's Kim, Fucking Junsu, who doesn't need to partake in the pedestrian act of dating anyone.
Junsu chuckles, "I don't date," he admits and turns to him with mischievous dark, intrusive eyes. "Not really interested in it and I don’t really have the energy for it," he pauses for a moment and his eyes warm into something thought provoking. "But," he licks his lips slowly, purposefully to get him hot, which is quite successful, "I do like a good fuck," he leans in so close, Changmin feels his breath crush his cheeks. Changmin doesn't realize he's holding his breath, glaring into his eyes, "Do you like to fuck, Changmin?" he whispers, so no one else can hear.
Changmin kisses him, presses his mouth urgently and curls his arm around, burying his hand into his perfect hair.
Junsu opens his mouth for him, willingly, wantonly and it tastes of sweetness and danger. His tongue is soft and responsive and it's possibly the most seductive kiss he's had in a very long time.
"Hmm," Junsu hums as he pulls away and slides his hand up his leg, cupping him between the legs. "Let's have a good night, Changmin," he touches him, presses down on his arousal and Changmin shudders.
He thinks that maybe he'll owe Yoochun an expensive gift, maybe a nice fruit basket or erotic gift certificate.
The car pulls into a secluded driveway with a code at the gates. Changmin sits back as they drive in and soon they are stopped at an expensive apartment building. They check around before they let them out of the car. Changmin exits first, led into the building where he waits for Junsu to arrive. When he does he has sunglasses on and looks everything like his celebrity.
They walk towards the elevators without a sound and Changmin feels awkward as he stand beside Junsu's body guard. He steals a glance and finds Junsu looking at his phone. They stop on the fifth floor and the doors open into a luxurious hallway. They follow the guards to a room number which he covers from view. Changmin is pretty sure it's a preventative measure, if the one night stands don't know which number he's at, they can't come back, but Changmin notices there are only four doors and Junsu's is the last door on the left. It doesn't take a genius to figure to it out, though Changmin will easily admit to being one.
Junsu doesn't even open his own door. Changmin wonders when the last time Junsu did anything so common for himself.
A rough hand on his back guides him into the apartment swiftly and he pauses beside an expensive looking table as Junsu glides in and the door shuts behind him. Junsu proceeds to walk down the hall without a single word and it leaves him feeling awkward as he follows behind him.
In the silence he observes his surroundings. The apartment is lavish and expensive, rich dark woods, brilliant colors and photos. There are so many photos, large, small, tiny table top frames, blown posters, all pictures of him, Kim Junsu, smiling and laughing, serious and intense, posed and candid. They are all over and they are all beautiful even when they aren't meant to be.
Changmin catches Junsu staring at him, he's at the bar and there's a curious smile on his face.
"It's a bit vain right?" he asks him and Changmin shrugs.
"If you were ugly, it'd be a little more offending," he answers and Junsu laughs in amusement.
"Have a drink," Junsu offers from behind the counter, he was already pouring and Changmin walks over slowly, taking a seat in front of him. He can still see the glitter on his skin, illuminated from the hanging lights above them. It sparkles on his cheeks, the pale flesh just above his opened shirt, along his neck, dusted across his temples and Changmin sighs.
"It's ok," he decides once the glass has already been filled and brushed in front of him.
Junsu smirks with a flash in his dark eyes. "It wasn't a request," he chuckles and pours himself a drink. Changmin looks at the glass and back up at Junsu who is still just staring, staring at him, "Should we toast?" Junsu asks as Changmin's fingers curl around the cool glass, it looks expensive, probably crystal. His mother would certainly like it.
His eyes meet Junsu. "What should we toast to?" he asks curiously and holds his breath at the beautiful smile.
"To a good night," Junsu grins and leans in, aiming for Changmin's glass.
"A good night," he raises his hand and the clink sounds like a twinkle in the silence.
Junsu takes a long drink, his eyes on him, watching him through every swallow and it leaves Changmin enthralled, enough so he forgets to drink himself.
"Drink it," Junsu sets his glass down. "If you don't, I will take it as a personal insult," Junsu places a polished hand to his chest, right above his heart which is just rude and incredible effective.
So he drinks it, all of it to the very last drop and his throat feels like it's on fire and his eyes water and he coughs. "Good stuff," he wheezes which garners him a throaty chuckle and it's sexy which is horrifying considering he probably looks like an amateur.
But if Junsu sees him as such, he doesn't say anything about it, which eases Changmin's nerves. "Come," Junsu sets both glasses aside on the counter. "I want to show you something," he walks around the bar, straight for him and grabs his hand, tightly; sliding their fingers together; his hand is soft and smaller than his own. He gives him a slight tug and Changmin has no choice but to follow.
He guides him through the kitchen, down the hall, more pictures of Junsu and as they get closer towards the last door at the end of the long hallway, the pictures are less profession, less factory shop perfect and a little more intimate. He sees generations, maybe his mother and father, grandparents. He sees him normal, without a stitch of make-up and his face is not much different, less glamorized, more human.
"I like these better," Changmin comments as they come to a stop and Junsu turns and looks at him, then at the pictures, then back at him and his eyes are glittering in the dark mellow glow of the hall wall sconces.
"Those are private," Junsu comments without turning to look at him, though his fingers tighten around his hand.
"Then I would recommend that you don't have them visible for everyone to see," he says after a moment, stepping closer to one particular collage of childhood photographs, a child playing on the sands of a beach, picking seashells, splashing in the water.
Junsu clears his throat and steps forward. "That's rude."
Changmin looks at him defiantly. "Do you think that as an idol you are entitled to be rude?" It almost sounds a little testing and he can see Junsu's interest heighten almost immediately. He considers for a moment that the company Junsu keeps may not normally challenge him.
His shoulders relax and his fingers ease. "Do you think as a lawyer I should listen to you?" he counters and Changmin finds himself almost smiling. Almost.
"Yes, I do. I am very intelligent," he leans in just slightly enough so he can speak into his ear.
Junsu is fighting not to smile, he can tell with the tremble of the corner of his lips. "Don't be so nosey," he opens the door and pulls him in.
Changmin thinks his bedroom is ridiculously ostentatious.
It seems perfect and exactly how Changmin would assume a bedroom owned by Kim Junsu would be.
"This is ridiculous," he can't help himself as he stops beside an ornate entertainment center, probably more expensive than most things in his apartment combined. "Seriously," he mutters and lets go of Junsu's hand as he looks further around. Junsu moves towards the open bathroom area and Changmin makes his way towards the bed. The bedding is dark and alluring. There are too many pillows and he hates too many pillows. "Are all these pillows necessary?" Changmin speaks and finds Junsu sliding his jacket off.
He ignores him and reaches for the cufflink on his left wrist. He carefully sets them on table top and sits on a padded bench in the closet and crosses his legs looking straight at him. Right into his eyes and it seems to melt always everything else around him.
"Do you think I brought you here to listen to you speak?" Junsu's voice deepens very slightly. "And do you think it's appropriate to talk about my belongings so carelessly?"
And Changmin's spine tingles. The kind of tingle that makes him nervous and a bit uneasy, not so much that he's fears he's offended Junsu, he's almost certain he hasn't, but because he thinks Junsu is not used to someone being so vocal. He's sure Junsu's normal one night stands are overwhelmed by merely being near him they haven't the nerve to say a word to him. He clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair.
"No, I don't suppose I should," he responds and Junsu stands up elegantly. "So, why did you bring me here?" he asks and knows exactly why.
As soon as Junsu is standing in front of him, his full mouth slightly curved up in amusement, Changmin feels his stomach drop and when he reaches for the top button on his shirt and snaps it open, Changmin's pretty sure he's about to come in his pants. "Take your clothes off," he instructs softly and Changmin bites down on the inside of his cheek and tries to muffle the groan in his throat as Junsu reaches for his belt. "Or would you rather I do it?" he looks up from under his dark lashes.
He's consciously aware that he is hard and getting more so the more Junsu touches him.
"Ok," Changmin groans and fights to keep his eyes open as soon as Junsu's mouth closes over the spot on his neck that drives him over the edge. "Do, whatever," he shoves him away just for a second and Junsu stumbles back looking startled while he throws off his shirt. He's breathing hard and Junsu is dark and dangerous looking and Changmin grabs him by the belt and pulls him, one hand unclasping the buckle the other in his hair, curling around until he gives it a tug. "Whatever the fuck you want."
Junsu smiles against his mouth, "Good," he murmurs and shoves him on the bed.
Junsu is earth shattering, the kind of person who unrepentantly changes everything about you without trying.
It's in the way his hands touch, the gentle caress of his skin, the deep plunge of his nails into his skin as he hits that perfect spot that chokes his brilliant voice inside his throat.
It sounds amazing in his ears, hearing him like this, feeling him shudder with pleasure below him, tremble with excitement and whisper lewd dirty verse into his ear.
Changmin pulls Junsu's hands away and pins them above his head, rocking carefully between his legs.
"Oh fuck," Junsu's back arches and his head lifts from the damp pillow, his eyes burning in desire as they meet his. "Changmin," he groans and meets another thrust with a whip of his hips.
And when Changmin kisses him Junsu's mouth burns him with delicious relief.
"I'm getting some water," Changmin throws the blankets off and stretches his arms over his head, his body feels worn and exhausted. "Want some?"
Junsu sits up with a yawn. "Yes," he scratches his hair, the blond locks dirty and disheveled, lost of their perfect style and Changmin grins because god he is gorgeous. "There's some in the small fridge over there," Junsu points and Changmin turns to finds it. It's little and compact and almost impossible to see in the horrible lighting. He would've walked right past it. "Don't take the ones with my picture on it, they're a fan gift," he yawns again and rolls onto his stomach, wrapping his arms around his pillow.
He finds the one he's talking about on the shelves and it's the most ridiculous thing he's ever seen as he holds it and reads the girlie devotions of love. Changmin comes to realize, fans are insane so he puts it back and grabs two other bottles of water and moves back to his bed.
Junsu is smiling into the pillow, looking at him with one eye while the other half of his face is buried against the soft cotton material. "You have a great body," he lifts himself onto his elbows and then sits up as Changmin sits on the bed and hands him the bottle. The bordeaux sheet slides down his chest and Changmin drinks urgently from the bottle, trying not to get hard, being completely naked makes it very difficult to hide.
But Junsu is sexy, used and tired. His mouth is soft as it wraps around the bottle opening and Changmin finishes what's left of his water and grabs for Junsu's catching him by surprise.
"Hey," he sputters but Changmin's mouth is on him again and his lips are cold but his tongue is warm and inviting and his hands start touching him again and all Changmin wants to do is press his desire against him but Junsu pushes him away with a laugh. "Ok, calm down," Changmin makes him groan as he digs his hand under the blanket and touches his naked thigh. "Seriously, I don't know if I have anything left." he groans and shoves him again.
Changmin pulls away and chuckles. "Ok," he nods and Junsu reaches for him as if he's changed his mind.
"You're wearing me out here," he laughs and pulls him down on top of him, groping at his back, licking his neck and Changmin shuffles around until he's under the sheets and touching the smooth heat of Junsu's skin.
"I should stop then?" he proposes and Junsu grunts in offense.
"Don't you fucking dare," he melts against him and kisses him senseless.
Junsu is an amazing kisser, one of the best, his mouth so full and soft, little pillows of deliciousness that open almost as easily as his thighs. Changmin breaks away and grabs him from behind. "Turn around and get on your knees," he instructs deeply and Junsu's eyes open with sheer excitement.
"Oh fuck," he grins deliciously and does as he's told.
Changmin shuffles behind him and throws the sheets off to look at him. Kim Fucking Junsu, on his knees, head buried in a pillow, ready for him.
He presses a hand the beautiful curve of his full ass. It's perfection at its best, smooth and flawless and delicious enough to eat.
Changmin reaches for the lube and spreads a generous amount over two fingers. After all the fun, Junsu isn't as tight as he was when they first started but it's the polite thing to do and he's always enjoyed fingering guys; he's been complimented on his fingers, long and thin and poised to perform pleasure as readily as any other part of his body.
After a few heavy moans and careful rocks of his hips Junsu looks over his shoulder, "not that I'm not enjoying the finger play," he manages to sound so fucking elitist even with his bare ass in the air, "but enough with the fingers, I want you to put your dick in my ass now, understand?"
Changmin steadies himself on his knees and grabs for a condom. "Who do you think you are talking to me like that?" he uses his knee to spread Junsu's legs a little wider and gets even harder when Junsu groans in anticipation.
Junsu lifts himself up and straightens his arms in what looks like growing agitation, the sweat on his face makes him look even sexier. He turns his head slowly, deliberately and there's blazing fire in his eyes, "Kim, Fucking Junsu, now shut the fuck up and make me fucking come," he orders Changmin positions himself against Junsu. "Don't say another fucking w-"
Changmin wakes up with come on his chest, in his hair, against the spot on the sheet where his cheek is. He's pretty sure he passed out.
His eyes look around, he's not at home, but why would he? He spent the night fucking one of the most beloved idols in the country. The realization alone is exciting enough to get him hard. "Junsu?" he calls out with a dry mouth, his head is pounding and the morning light streaming through the drapes is just a little too dramatic.
"Good morning," comes the voice that's still grunting and groaning and crying out inside his head. Changmin sits up slowly and digs the base of his palm into his eye. Junsu is slightly blurry from behind his vision but he looks showered and dressed and his blond hair is perfect, swept across his forehead. Changmin wonders what time it is and rubs at his eyes until he can focus and sees a cup of coffee on a saucer waiting for him. "You should get up," he speaks again and takes a drink from his mug and his nails look newly painted in gunmetal grey.
Changmin doesn't feel like coffee and yawns. "What time is it?" he asks looking around the room, his clothes are on the floor, his underwear is the closest item near him and he grabs for it. "I should go I guess," he stands up and slides his underwear on. His head pounds as he straightens out and he feels a little dizzy for a moment.
Junsu sets the saucer down on the ornate table beside his chair. "Drink your coffee. There's breakfast in the kitchen if you're hungry," he looks at his watch.
Changmin finds him to be a little impatient and he's never been one to need more than a hint to get the point. "It's ok, I really should get going. I've got court," he beings to lie because it's better than sounding embarrassed and pressed that he thinks this one night stand is different than any other.
Not that he wants it to be different, but it is Junsu and that kind of makes it different. It also makes him feel like a complete fan boy, which is extremely embarrassing and makes him feel ashamed.
Junsu doesn't move as he works around the room picking up his clothing, he simply watches him and there's something very unnerving about it.
"Your belt is under the bed," he points and Changmin nods and moves around the bed to the other side. It's partly hidden by the pants Junsu was wearing the previous night.
While he slides it around the belt loops he recalls the excitement of the night. It really was a good night and he can appreciate that and he's never really been one to ruminate on one night stands, so he didn't need to start now.
It was a great night and despite everything he's said to convince himself sex isn't important, it's total bullshit. Despite the headache and his cotton mouth, he's probably never felt more relaxed and it makes it all worth it.
Changmin finds himself offering a grin of content to Junsu as he finishes the last button on his shirt. "This was fun," he finds a mirror to take a quick glance at his reflection. He looks thoroughly used and abused in the best way possible and it's pretty great.
Junsu nods and stands up, he looks much smaller in the sunlight and he walks over, smoothing his hands down Changmin's chest, around his waist and kisses him; surprisingly dirty for the time of morning. "Thanks for last night," he pulls away with a smile and Changmin nods. "I can't walk you out but I can walk you to the door," he explains and kisses him again. "And I'm a little sore, my choreographer is going to hate me," he laughs, deeply and grabs his hand. "Come on."
Junsu leads him out of the room; he doesn't even get a chance to look back. The apartment is still beautiful and expensive and ridiculously over decorated but it seems to suit him. Junsu is beautiful and expensive and a little over decorated, but it's ok, he deserves to be.
At the door it hits him and he turns around. "I didn't even make you sing last night, at least, not the kind that made you famous."
Junsu's laughs brightly. "Am I a trained animal? Who do you think I am?" he asks and Changmin leans in and slides a hand along his neck, into his hair, he holds him intimately.
"You're, Kim Fucking Junsu," he smiles and kisses him, probably for the last time.
It's sweet, gentle and nauseatingly tender, which makes him almost glad he's leaving it as a one night stand, because he could probably fall in love with him.
Junsu's phone rings out in the silence and it breaks them apart. Changmin doesn't hug him, or kiss him again; he gives him a wink and opens the door. Out in the hall are two body guards. "I'll see you," he gives a little wave and Junsu nods, doing the same.
When the door closes he looks at his phone, its almost 7 in the morning and he tucks the phone back.
Changmin didn't even offer to give him his number, Junsu didn't even ask and they didn't even talk about seeing each other again.
He doesn't know if it's a good or bad thing, Junsu is an idol after all and he's got a rep to protect. Although he knows it would be amazing to see him again, he's not expecting too and at least he had one night.
On his way to the elevator, through the steel doors and down a head spinning surge below Changmin smooths his fingers through his hair, hoping he doesn't look too offensive. He tries not to concentrate on what just happened and even more so tries to not look so much like the victim of a walk of shame.
Though it seems that way. He's pretty sure the security guards in the booth are talking about him, maybe calling him disgusting words he doesn't care for, but it doesn't seem to matter. Not this morning, not right now, not while his skin is still tingling and he can still taste Junsu on his tongue.
Changmin reaches for his phone to call a cab; it didn't occur to him as he followed Junsu home, that he had no means of returning to his part of town but it's almost no surprise when a black car pulls up to the sidewalk, pass the gate and stops right in front of him. Changmin watches his reflection scroll down as a chauffeur glances upon him.
"Changmin?" he questions above the loud jazz music blasting through his speakers. He nods and the engine dies as the door swings open, almost hitting him straight in the face. "Please, get in," he man walks to the back seat and opens the door for him.
Changmin looks over at Junsu's apartment building and chuckles. "At least he's a gentleman," he mutters and slides in.
Changmin gives the driver instructions home and Changmin wiggles down in the car seat and closes his eyes, he see's Junsu's face and find himself smiling.
He thinks maybe he'll upgrade Yoochun's gift to a nice vacation.
Yoochun is waiting outside his front door when he arrives, writing in a note book. He looks sleepy but satisfied as he grins up at him, taking one last puff from his cigarette before he snubs it out with the tip of his leather shoe. "About fucking time, you know how long I've been waiting out here?" he demands shoving his note book into his jacket pocket.
"It's too early to hear you bitching," Changmin pulls his keys out, "what are you doing here anyway?" he asks and opens the door for them. Yoochun throws his arm around his shoulder and smiles.
"You know I have issues with sleeping at stranger's houses," he takes off his jacket and throws it on the couch and begins to undress. "Come on, I need to fucking sleep," he groans. Changmin unbuttons his shirt on the way to his bedroom, he's pretty sure Yoochun is already naked when they enter the room.
He's right and watches him climb under the blankets.
Changmin frowns, he just washed those blankets and he's got dried come on his body, which means there's a good chance so does Yoochun and that's disgusting. He slides out of his pants and pulls his shirt off. "Get out of my bed and go shower."
There's a growl of displeasure under the blankets. "I'm sleeping."
Changmin won't have it as he walks over and throws the blankets off. "I said go shower, come on, it's gonna take a couple minutes," he tugs on legs and when he doesn't budge Changmin tickles the bottom of his foot. "Yoochun, I'm serious."
Yoochun explodes in laughter and jumps off the bed. "That's not fair," his laughter weans and he stretches. "God, I'm sore," he groans and heads toward the bathroom.
Changmin tosses his shirt aside and follows him in. He walks to the shower and turns it on and makes sure it's warm before he slides out of his shorts.
"What's that?" Yoochun asks and Changmin turns to him curiously.
"What's what?" he asks and Yoochun squints his eyes a bit and finally walks over to him for a better look.
"This," Yoochun rubs a finger along the small of his back.
Changmin rolls his eyes in an attempt to calm the annoyance of Yoochun. "What is this?" he questions and looks for his mirror, that is until he remembers it was cracked in an unfortunate fight with his last boyfriend and hadn't replaced it yet. "You need to describe it to me. I can't see it. Is it a marking?" he questions, it doesn't hurt so common sense deduces it's not an injury.
Yoochun hums and rubs again. "It looks like a phone number. Who would put-" Yoochun falls silent and Changmin looks over his shoulder at him when he starts laughing.
"What?" he demands.
Yoochun licks his lips and shakes his head. "I think that's Junsu's number," Yoochun crows.
Junsu's number?
Changmin doesn't know when Junsu would even have the opportunity to write on him, when they weren't fucking, they were sleeping but-Junsu had woken up before him.
Changmin attempts to look at his back with no plausible avail.
They hadn't even mentioned exchanging numbers; therefore if it really was his number, it turned out to be a pleasant surprise.
Yoochun smacks him on the ass and winks. "You must have rocked his world," Yoochun steps out of his underwear and into the shower. Changmin doesn't follow him in. "He don't give his number to anyone," he hums.
He doesn't want the mark to be washed away by the water and soap.
After a couple of minutes Yoochun pokes his head out. "You coming in? The water's gonna get cold," he warns but Changmin shakes his head and Yoochun rolls his eyes. "Don't be disgusting; I can see the fucking come on your chest, you slut, so get your ass in here. I've got Junsu's number in my phone, stalker," he closes the door and Changmin feel his entire body tingle in sweet memory.
Changmin thinks he needs to figure out if here's a possible way to maybe give Yoochun the world.
Also, this is a very belated birthday fic to the wonderful nobetterpicture who has written my most favorite story almost ever, I've pimped it, go read it. Anyway, my dear, this one's for you. I hope you like it ❤ ❤
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Pairing: Changmin/Junsu
Genre: Drama, General, Romance
Rating: R
Summary: Changmin meets an idol.
The bass vibrates sinuously against the walls, thumping indecently through his body, intoxicating and raw.
"What is the point of this?" Changmin curls his hand around the crook of Yoochun's elbow in a death grip. He has a pile of depositions on his desk waiting for him; a trial in a few days and the last thing he needs is a distraction from it.
"You're wound so fucking tight you can't even take a proper shit. You need to fucking relax," Yoochun answers with a yell above the heavy beat reverberating against the walls.
A sweaty body presses against him, she's beautiful and sinfully innocent looking. "Dance with me," she beckons and Changmin's lips twist in a fraudulent smile.
"Sorry, Sweetheart, not my type," he leans down and whispers into her ear just before Yoochun drags him away into the sea of gyrating bodies.
They have a reserved table up on the second floor. Yoochun's status in the club scene precedes him and manages to get him into almost any club with just a mere wink, a tempting smile and promise of a good time. Perks are part of the reputation and the table is lined with expensive alcohols, tequila and vodka, champagne and spirits, ready to fly them to the moon. Yoochun pours him a drink, a wild concoction of something that is sure to knock him flat on his ass and wake up in the morning wishing he were dead.
"You know what your problem is?" Yoochun poses with a grimace as he swallows a mouthful of intense liquor, Changmin rolls his eyes, he'll tell him whatever the hell he wants to even if it's unasked of him. "You haven't been laid properly."
Changmin snorts in derision, taking a whiff of his drink, it smells dangerous. "I'm not the one getting laid, asshole, I do the laying," he corrects with an annoyed roll of his eyes.
"Always the power top," Yoochun clinks their glasses in a silent toast. "I want you to meet someone. Shut up, I've already set it up," Yoochun finishes his drink and snaps for a waiter. He's gorgeous with fake blue eyes and Changmin examines him cautiously, beautiful body lines and a firm jaw bone. "Give us two of your hardest drinks," Yoochun asks with a smug grin and a wonton slap on his ass. The waiter nods with a smile and brushes Yoochun's hand from his body, while his fingers linger in Yoochun's hold. Changmin wonders if there is much more than the run of the mill customer service going on between them.
Changmin watches him leave and turns curious eyes to his friend who's grinning to himself, eyes on the retreating waiter, he's got hungry eyes and it's nothing short of how Yoochun normally looks at delicious men. "What the fuck was that?" he questions. He watches Yoochun adjust himself in his seat with a seamless smile.
"So, this guy," Yoochun ignores him, checking his phone, playing it nonchalant and rude. Changmin accepts this kind of behavior from his friend. Ever since he's known Yoochun his self importance has been both a strength and deterrent. Changmin just happens to appreciate Yoochun's conceit, considering he'd been accused of being overly conceited himself. With his looks, he can be and Changmin finds no fault in that. He is perfectly aware that beautiful people are treated differently and he accepts those little indulgent luxuries.
Changmin purses his lips carefully, a simple motion that has claimed to capture several hearts in the past, "I never asked you to set me up," he leans against the back cushions in comfort, eyeing the glitter embedded on the walls to give the room a sparkle. He sits back and watches the beautiful people dancing around them, too drunk to care that their makeup is running down their cheeks or their friends are vomiting on the floor, too drunk to keep it in. "I have no problems in that department," he smiles slowly, shifting his eyes to his friend who's staring at him with intense black eyes.
"If you had a handle in that department you wouldn't be acting like a fucking asshole," Yoochun smiles when their waiter returns and offers them their drinks. Yoochun slips what looks to be a far larger tip Changmin has ever given to anyone in his life, into the waiter's pocket. "Thank you," he winks and Changmin rolls his eyes.
As soon as the blushing waiter leaves Yoochun takes a drink and hisses. "Fuck, that's strong," he uses the back of his hand to wipe at his lips.
Changmin grabs the cocktail napkin and places it on his crossed knee. "Are you fucking the waiter?" he asks him curiously and Yoochun lips turn up in a sinister grin which answers the question in silence. "Yoochun, really," he shakes his head in disappointment. "You're so much better than that."
The deep treble of his laughter amuses him. "It's not about who they are, Changmin, it's about how good they fuck and well-" he turns his head and plants a wonton look in the nameless waiter's direction, "he is fucking flexible," Yoochun licks his lips, "and that's all that's important," he winks with charm and Changmin understands what it is about Yoochun that drives people just a little wild.
Changmin takes the first drink of his wild concoction and immediately knows there is no way he is getting out of here alive.
The music is unending and somewhere between his third drink he is dancing sinfully against Yoochun, grinding his hips, holding him so close they might as well be fucking on the upper level dance floor.
As the lights flash hypnotizing against the wall Yoochun pulls away from him, eyes wild and intoxicated. His breathing erratic and his cheeks flushed. He looks golden and Changmin has the faintest desire of pressing his mouth to his lips, just to taste him once.
"Come on, he's here," he tells him above the bass and soon Changmin is being dragged haphazardly through the throngs of swaying bodies back to their little alcove of privacy.
"Seriously, Yoochun," Changmin trips over his own feet, wiping at the sweat accumulating around his neck and takes a deep breath, "I don't want you to-" but his words fall carelessly at bay when he sees their new company.
He's seen his face on magazines, on news papers. All over the television and on music shows. He's plastered in subway stations, the windows of shopping centers. Changmin blinks several times, trying to control the wave of his drunken vision.
Because really, his eyes are playing tricks on him.
But no matter how many times he does, no matter how often he rubs at his eyes, he is still there; sitting where their drinks are, bodyguards poised at both ends ready to distance the adoring fans who want just a little taste of him.
Changmin stands back and watches in silence as Yoochun walks straight to him and they wrap their arms around each other in a comfortable embrace. It's almost surreal, the way he moves so easily beside Yoochun, smiling at him, something a little more real than the smiles plastered on the magazine racks.
"I want you to meet him," he can hear Yoochun, the music silent against his ears and it's just the three of them. Everything else is silent, which seems the most odd since it's painfully loud in the building.
Changmin runs his sweat ridden hands through his hair, making sure it's in place. He hasn't had time to get it cut and Yoochun has told him it's getting a little wild. He smoothes down his clothing, not that it matters since the both of them are walking towards him and he can't seem to catch his breath.
"This is the one I've been telling you about," he can hear Yoochun clearly, saying things about him and Changmin averts his staring eyes.
It almost seems disrespectful to look at him, which is weird considering he's never been intimated by anyone in his life. He isn't even better looking, though it seems, just his mere existence is awe inspiring.
And the blond hair. The fucking blond hair coiffed up into a stylish wave and the black glimmer of his nail polish obliterates any misconception he had of being far better looking than him.
"Changmin," Yoochun's voice slices through the erratic stream of consciousness. "This is, Junsu, I'm sure you've seen him around," Yoochun grins wickedly past his intrusion.
Changmin finds himself a bit speechless, a rarity in the life of a lawyer but the idol, the fucking world idol Kim Junsu is looking at him with interest and it seems to be fucking with his speech, his mind, everything that is making him capable of thinking clearly.
He isn't even that good looking, except that he's fucking gorgeous.
"Hi," he manages to spew and Junsu laughs, loud and annoyingly sweet. It's different from the level he's heard on the variety shows. It seems more sincere, more real.
The lights switch into strong beams of white and clear specs against the walls. "Ah, Yoochun, he sure is pretty," Junsu's full lips curl into a tempting smile as he bows in introduction before him. It's a ninety degree angle and Changmin holds his breath.
He is bowing for him, Kim Fucking Junsu is bowing in front of him as if he were some normal human being and Changmin's knees weaken unexpectedly.
"Don't-" Changmin finds his voice and reaches for Yoochun as a means of support, to hold himself up properly. "You're Kim-"
Junsu rises slowly, his made up eyes intense as they stare directly into his. Piercing and so concentrated.
"I know who I am," he chuckles and looks over at Yoochun in satisfaction. "I still have manners," he admits and runs his hands down his jacket to smooth out the wrinkles. "It's nice to meet you, Changmin."
Yoochun has introduced him to several people throughout their years of friendship, high rollers who own lucrative businesses who have stock in the country but he has never, not once, mentioned his connections to the idol world.
Kim Junsu is an idol, beloved by the masses for his sincere intentions and devastating talent. Changmin swallows deeply and takes his own bow of respect.
"It's nice-an honor to meet you in person," he flounders his words unintentionally. There is something so encompassing about his presence that makes Changmin flail uncharacteristically. "I mean-"
"Well," Yoochun interrupts, "I'm gonna let you two get to know each other," he interjects and slams his hand against Changmin's back, leaving him nervously behind.
The last thing Changmin ever finds himself is anxious, though it's clear that is exactly what he feels standing in front of Junsu.
Junsu waves a hand and the both of them make their way to the comfortable benches of the VIP Lounge. Changmin lets his eyes stray around the club; it's too loud to sit at a distance so he finds himself unusually close to Junsu who smells like heaven, gauiac wood and something soft like vanilla. It's aromatic and intense and he smells wonderful.
"I don't know if you know this but Yoochun auditioned at my company," Junsu crosses his legs and asks for a drink. It seems like the new waiter they have knows exactly what he is asking for and nods in understanding. Junsu turns to him easily, smiles, so causally it almost seems natural. "He did well," Junsu rests an arm around the top of the cushions, his fingertips brushing against his shoulders, "but then his family intervened."
Changmin doesn't know that little slice of Yoochun's life. In all the years he he's known him, he's never once mentioned his attempts at idol stardom. It seems perhaps it isn't a piece of information he doesn't want to reveal but Changmin is considerably interested in further details.
"I did not know that," Changmin speaks deeply and reaches for the new drink Junsu's ordered for him. It's sweet and dangerous. A drink he can't even taste the alcohol in, which can seriously kick his ass before he even realizes the effects. "Was he any good?" Changmin is sure he had to be, with Yoochun's charm and charisma it would be difficult not to excel in the idol world. Junsu smiles with secrets in his enchanting eyes.
"He has talent. There's something about him that people would just fucking eat up but he-he got out in time. The idol life-" Junsu's words drop and his mouth falls soft, "he left a few weeks into training but it was enough for the two of us to get to know each other," Junsu finishes and pulls what looks to be an errant thread from his designer jacket. "He's pretty amazing, though clearly not as amazing as me," he lifts his eyes to him with a deep sweep of his lashes and Changmin feels his stomach drop when he smiles. "Right?"
Changmin nods obediently and can hear Junsu chuckle in his throat as he turns away to glance at his watch.
Junsu clears his throat loudly. "So I hear you're a lawyer," he takes a slow drink and Changmin watches every movement. He finds it a bit off that someone so famous can be so ordinary when he's not the focus of a camera. "Yoochun's mentioned you several times and apparently figured it was time we met," he finishes the pink cocktail and sets it aside with nimble fingers, nails painted in sin.
Changmin has never known anyone in real life to paint their nails and they are quite alluring. "Is that so?" Changmin clears his throat and crosses his legs. They seem to be unmanageable, shaking nervously apart and he coughs at the smoke pillowing around them from a nearby smoker.
He watches Junsu wave the cloud from his sight and coughs. He seems uncomfortable but smiles as a group of girls approach their little bubble of solitude. "It's ok," he calls out and the girls file into their limited space.
Changmin watches silently as they ask for autographs and pictures. He takes them willingly with a kind smile and poses nicely for pictures, signing autographs until his bodyguards step in and round them up.
"No more tonight," he hears Junsu address his guards and they nod in understanding. Changmin doesn't oppose sharing his celebrity. It almost seems unfair to keep him to himself but Junsu spreads himself out on the cushions and sighs as he takes the final drinks of what's left in his glass.
"So, maybe we should get out of here?" Junsu suggests brazenly and Changmin's stomach flops instantly, a heavy lump.
"Um-" he starts just as Yoochun walks back, a drunk looker dangling from his shoulder.
"I'm leaving, make sure he gets home safely," Yoochun addresses Junsu and Changmin whips his head at him. "I'll call you later, Changmin," Yoochun licks his lips and grabs his face. "You're gorgeous, motherfucker," he leans in and kisses him on the mouth. "Don't fuck this up," he breathes against his lips and moves away. "And don't say I never did anything for you."
Changmin feels drunk as he watches Yoochun leave him alone with Junsu.
They slip out the back door with the help of Junsu's bodyguards and the club staff. There's a black SUV waiting for them in the dimly lit ally way and Junsu enters first followed by Changmin who ducks his head low to avoid bashing his skull in. Junsu's boys settle themselves on the first bench and give instruction. They tell the driver to head home, Junsu's home, Changmin expects and feels an array of fluttering wings rolling around his stomach.
There is some English R&B playing on the speakers and Junsu has his head back on the car cushion looking tired.
"Maybe I should just get a ca-" Changmin begins to suggest but soon a rough clamp of delicate skin covers his hand and Junsu is looking at him.
"If I wanted to be alone, I would've gone home alone," he speaks deeply and removes his hand.
Changmin finds his lips curling into a subtle smile as he watches the lights from the city pass them in a blur. Somewhere between downtown and the flower district he turns to watch Junsu who is clearly exhausted. Changmin is sure he's had a rough schedule and the idol life seems anything but simple, work work work and he can appreciate that. There is something surreal and out of sorts about the whole experience. Lounging in the club, experiencing his quiet demeanor; in the car he is far from the glittering lights of the paparazzi and TV cameras and it makes him, different.
"I don't get to meet people very often," Junsu confesses softly, "my time is pretty limited."
Changmin acknowledges that he hears him and scoots in a little closer. Junsu doesn't react, in fact his body seems more inviting as Changmin wraps an arm around the back of the seat and cautiously brushes his fingers against his shoulder in test.
"Are you dating anyone?" Junsu leans in so their bodies are close.
Changmin swallows loudly and finds himself too nervous he can hardly think straight. He doesn't know if it's because Junsu smells so goddamn delicious or if that it's Junsu's hand on his leg. He's pretty sure it's a mixture of both.
"No," he answers, "I don't really have time," he adds for good measure, not because he doesn't want to date or is in any way undesirable; he is quite aware of his appeal. "Are you?" he finds the nerve to ask him. He half expects him not to answer, he shouldn't have to, he's Kim, Fucking Junsu, who doesn't need to partake in the pedestrian act of dating anyone.
Junsu chuckles, "I don't date," he admits and turns to him with mischievous dark, intrusive eyes. "Not really interested in it and I don’t really have the energy for it," he pauses for a moment and his eyes warm into something thought provoking. "But," he licks his lips slowly, purposefully to get him hot, which is quite successful, "I do like a good fuck," he leans in so close, Changmin feels his breath crush his cheeks. Changmin doesn't realize he's holding his breath, glaring into his eyes, "Do you like to fuck, Changmin?" he whispers, so no one else can hear.
Changmin kisses him, presses his mouth urgently and curls his arm around, burying his hand into his perfect hair.
Junsu opens his mouth for him, willingly, wantonly and it tastes of sweetness and danger. His tongue is soft and responsive and it's possibly the most seductive kiss he's had in a very long time.
"Hmm," Junsu hums as he pulls away and slides his hand up his leg, cupping him between the legs. "Let's have a good night, Changmin," he touches him, presses down on his arousal and Changmin shudders.
He thinks that maybe he'll owe Yoochun an expensive gift, maybe a nice fruit basket or erotic gift certificate.
The car pulls into a secluded driveway with a code at the gates. Changmin sits back as they drive in and soon they are stopped at an expensive apartment building. They check around before they let them out of the car. Changmin exits first, led into the building where he waits for Junsu to arrive. When he does he has sunglasses on and looks everything like his celebrity.
They walk towards the elevators without a sound and Changmin feels awkward as he stand beside Junsu's body guard. He steals a glance and finds Junsu looking at his phone. They stop on the fifth floor and the doors open into a luxurious hallway. They follow the guards to a room number which he covers from view. Changmin is pretty sure it's a preventative measure, if the one night stands don't know which number he's at, they can't come back, but Changmin notices there are only four doors and Junsu's is the last door on the left. It doesn't take a genius to figure to it out, though Changmin will easily admit to being one.
Junsu doesn't even open his own door. Changmin wonders when the last time Junsu did anything so common for himself.
A rough hand on his back guides him into the apartment swiftly and he pauses beside an expensive looking table as Junsu glides in and the door shuts behind him. Junsu proceeds to walk down the hall without a single word and it leaves him feeling awkward as he follows behind him.
In the silence he observes his surroundings. The apartment is lavish and expensive, rich dark woods, brilliant colors and photos. There are so many photos, large, small, tiny table top frames, blown posters, all pictures of him, Kim Junsu, smiling and laughing, serious and intense, posed and candid. They are all over and they are all beautiful even when they aren't meant to be.
Changmin catches Junsu staring at him, he's at the bar and there's a curious smile on his face.
"It's a bit vain right?" he asks him and Changmin shrugs.
"If you were ugly, it'd be a little more offending," he answers and Junsu laughs in amusement.
"Have a drink," Junsu offers from behind the counter, he was already pouring and Changmin walks over slowly, taking a seat in front of him. He can still see the glitter on his skin, illuminated from the hanging lights above them. It sparkles on his cheeks, the pale flesh just above his opened shirt, along his neck, dusted across his temples and Changmin sighs.
"It's ok," he decides once the glass has already been filled and brushed in front of him.
Junsu smirks with a flash in his dark eyes. "It wasn't a request," he chuckles and pours himself a drink. Changmin looks at the glass and back up at Junsu who is still just staring, staring at him, "Should we toast?" Junsu asks as Changmin's fingers curl around the cool glass, it looks expensive, probably crystal. His mother would certainly like it.
His eyes meet Junsu. "What should we toast to?" he asks curiously and holds his breath at the beautiful smile.
"To a good night," Junsu grins and leans in, aiming for Changmin's glass.
"A good night," he raises his hand and the clink sounds like a twinkle in the silence.
Junsu takes a long drink, his eyes on him, watching him through every swallow and it leaves Changmin enthralled, enough so he forgets to drink himself.
"Drink it," Junsu sets his glass down. "If you don't, I will take it as a personal insult," Junsu places a polished hand to his chest, right above his heart which is just rude and incredible effective.
So he drinks it, all of it to the very last drop and his throat feels like it's on fire and his eyes water and he coughs. "Good stuff," he wheezes which garners him a throaty chuckle and it's sexy which is horrifying considering he probably looks like an amateur.
But if Junsu sees him as such, he doesn't say anything about it, which eases Changmin's nerves. "Come," Junsu sets both glasses aside on the counter. "I want to show you something," he walks around the bar, straight for him and grabs his hand, tightly; sliding their fingers together; his hand is soft and smaller than his own. He gives him a slight tug and Changmin has no choice but to follow.
He guides him through the kitchen, down the hall, more pictures of Junsu and as they get closer towards the last door at the end of the long hallway, the pictures are less profession, less factory shop perfect and a little more intimate. He sees generations, maybe his mother and father, grandparents. He sees him normal, without a stitch of make-up and his face is not much different, less glamorized, more human.
"I like these better," Changmin comments as they come to a stop and Junsu turns and looks at him, then at the pictures, then back at him and his eyes are glittering in the dark mellow glow of the hall wall sconces.
"Those are private," Junsu comments without turning to look at him, though his fingers tighten around his hand.
"Then I would recommend that you don't have them visible for everyone to see," he says after a moment, stepping closer to one particular collage of childhood photographs, a child playing on the sands of a beach, picking seashells, splashing in the water.
Junsu clears his throat and steps forward. "That's rude."
Changmin looks at him defiantly. "Do you think that as an idol you are entitled to be rude?" It almost sounds a little testing and he can see Junsu's interest heighten almost immediately. He considers for a moment that the company Junsu keeps may not normally challenge him.
His shoulders relax and his fingers ease. "Do you think as a lawyer I should listen to you?" he counters and Changmin finds himself almost smiling. Almost.
"Yes, I do. I am very intelligent," he leans in just slightly enough so he can speak into his ear.
Junsu is fighting not to smile, he can tell with the tremble of the corner of his lips. "Don't be so nosey," he opens the door and pulls him in.
Changmin thinks his bedroom is ridiculously ostentatious.
It seems perfect and exactly how Changmin would assume a bedroom owned by Kim Junsu would be.
"This is ridiculous," he can't help himself as he stops beside an ornate entertainment center, probably more expensive than most things in his apartment combined. "Seriously," he mutters and lets go of Junsu's hand as he looks further around. Junsu moves towards the open bathroom area and Changmin makes his way towards the bed. The bedding is dark and alluring. There are too many pillows and he hates too many pillows. "Are all these pillows necessary?" Changmin speaks and finds Junsu sliding his jacket off.
He ignores him and reaches for the cufflink on his left wrist. He carefully sets them on table top and sits on a padded bench in the closet and crosses his legs looking straight at him. Right into his eyes and it seems to melt always everything else around him.
"Do you think I brought you here to listen to you speak?" Junsu's voice deepens very slightly. "And do you think it's appropriate to talk about my belongings so carelessly?"
And Changmin's spine tingles. The kind of tingle that makes him nervous and a bit uneasy, not so much that he's fears he's offended Junsu, he's almost certain he hasn't, but because he thinks Junsu is not used to someone being so vocal. He's sure Junsu's normal one night stands are overwhelmed by merely being near him they haven't the nerve to say a word to him. He clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair.
"No, I don't suppose I should," he responds and Junsu stands up elegantly. "So, why did you bring me here?" he asks and knows exactly why.
As soon as Junsu is standing in front of him, his full mouth slightly curved up in amusement, Changmin feels his stomach drop and when he reaches for the top button on his shirt and snaps it open, Changmin's pretty sure he's about to come in his pants. "Take your clothes off," he instructs softly and Changmin bites down on the inside of his cheek and tries to muffle the groan in his throat as Junsu reaches for his belt. "Or would you rather I do it?" he looks up from under his dark lashes.
He's consciously aware that he is hard and getting more so the more Junsu touches him.
"Ok," Changmin groans and fights to keep his eyes open as soon as Junsu's mouth closes over the spot on his neck that drives him over the edge. "Do, whatever," he shoves him away just for a second and Junsu stumbles back looking startled while he throws off his shirt. He's breathing hard and Junsu is dark and dangerous looking and Changmin grabs him by the belt and pulls him, one hand unclasping the buckle the other in his hair, curling around until he gives it a tug. "Whatever the fuck you want."
Junsu smiles against his mouth, "Good," he murmurs and shoves him on the bed.
Junsu is earth shattering, the kind of person who unrepentantly changes everything about you without trying.
It's in the way his hands touch, the gentle caress of his skin, the deep plunge of his nails into his skin as he hits that perfect spot that chokes his brilliant voice inside his throat.
It sounds amazing in his ears, hearing him like this, feeling him shudder with pleasure below him, tremble with excitement and whisper lewd dirty verse into his ear.
Changmin pulls Junsu's hands away and pins them above his head, rocking carefully between his legs.
"Oh fuck," Junsu's back arches and his head lifts from the damp pillow, his eyes burning in desire as they meet his. "Changmin," he groans and meets another thrust with a whip of his hips.
And when Changmin kisses him Junsu's mouth burns him with delicious relief.
"I'm getting some water," Changmin throws the blankets off and stretches his arms over his head, his body feels worn and exhausted. "Want some?"
Junsu sits up with a yawn. "Yes," he scratches his hair, the blond locks dirty and disheveled, lost of their perfect style and Changmin grins because god he is gorgeous. "There's some in the small fridge over there," Junsu points and Changmin turns to finds it. It's little and compact and almost impossible to see in the horrible lighting. He would've walked right past it. "Don't take the ones with my picture on it, they're a fan gift," he yawns again and rolls onto his stomach, wrapping his arms around his pillow.
He finds the one he's talking about on the shelves and it's the most ridiculous thing he's ever seen as he holds it and reads the girlie devotions of love. Changmin comes to realize, fans are insane so he puts it back and grabs two other bottles of water and moves back to his bed.
Junsu is smiling into the pillow, looking at him with one eye while the other half of his face is buried against the soft cotton material. "You have a great body," he lifts himself onto his elbows and then sits up as Changmin sits on the bed and hands him the bottle. The bordeaux sheet slides down his chest and Changmin drinks urgently from the bottle, trying not to get hard, being completely naked makes it very difficult to hide.
But Junsu is sexy, used and tired. His mouth is soft as it wraps around the bottle opening and Changmin finishes what's left of his water and grabs for Junsu's catching him by surprise.
"Hey," he sputters but Changmin's mouth is on him again and his lips are cold but his tongue is warm and inviting and his hands start touching him again and all Changmin wants to do is press his desire against him but Junsu pushes him away with a laugh. "Ok, calm down," Changmin makes him groan as he digs his hand under the blanket and touches his naked thigh. "Seriously, I don't know if I have anything left." he groans and shoves him again.
Changmin pulls away and chuckles. "Ok," he nods and Junsu reaches for him as if he's changed his mind.
"You're wearing me out here," he laughs and pulls him down on top of him, groping at his back, licking his neck and Changmin shuffles around until he's under the sheets and touching the smooth heat of Junsu's skin.
"I should stop then?" he proposes and Junsu grunts in offense.
"Don't you fucking dare," he melts against him and kisses him senseless.
Junsu is an amazing kisser, one of the best, his mouth so full and soft, little pillows of deliciousness that open almost as easily as his thighs. Changmin breaks away and grabs him from behind. "Turn around and get on your knees," he instructs deeply and Junsu's eyes open with sheer excitement.
"Oh fuck," he grins deliciously and does as he's told.
Changmin shuffles behind him and throws the sheets off to look at him. Kim Fucking Junsu, on his knees, head buried in a pillow, ready for him.
He presses a hand the beautiful curve of his full ass. It's perfection at its best, smooth and flawless and delicious enough to eat.
Changmin reaches for the lube and spreads a generous amount over two fingers. After all the fun, Junsu isn't as tight as he was when they first started but it's the polite thing to do and he's always enjoyed fingering guys; he's been complimented on his fingers, long and thin and poised to perform pleasure as readily as any other part of his body.
After a few heavy moans and careful rocks of his hips Junsu looks over his shoulder, "not that I'm not enjoying the finger play," he manages to sound so fucking elitist even with his bare ass in the air, "but enough with the fingers, I want you to put your dick in my ass now, understand?"
Changmin steadies himself on his knees and grabs for a condom. "Who do you think you are talking to me like that?" he uses his knee to spread Junsu's legs a little wider and gets even harder when Junsu groans in anticipation.
Junsu lifts himself up and straightens his arms in what looks like growing agitation, the sweat on his face makes him look even sexier. He turns his head slowly, deliberately and there's blazing fire in his eyes, "Kim, Fucking Junsu, now shut the fuck up and make me fucking come," he orders Changmin positions himself against Junsu. "Don't say another fucking w-"
Changmin wakes up with come on his chest, in his hair, against the spot on the sheet where his cheek is. He's pretty sure he passed out.
His eyes look around, he's not at home, but why would he? He spent the night fucking one of the most beloved idols in the country. The realization alone is exciting enough to get him hard. "Junsu?" he calls out with a dry mouth, his head is pounding and the morning light streaming through the drapes is just a little too dramatic.
"Good morning," comes the voice that's still grunting and groaning and crying out inside his head. Changmin sits up slowly and digs the base of his palm into his eye. Junsu is slightly blurry from behind his vision but he looks showered and dressed and his blond hair is perfect, swept across his forehead. Changmin wonders what time it is and rubs at his eyes until he can focus and sees a cup of coffee on a saucer waiting for him. "You should get up," he speaks again and takes a drink from his mug and his nails look newly painted in gunmetal grey.
Changmin doesn't feel like coffee and yawns. "What time is it?" he asks looking around the room, his clothes are on the floor, his underwear is the closest item near him and he grabs for it. "I should go I guess," he stands up and slides his underwear on. His head pounds as he straightens out and he feels a little dizzy for a moment.
Junsu sets the saucer down on the ornate table beside his chair. "Drink your coffee. There's breakfast in the kitchen if you're hungry," he looks at his watch.
Changmin finds him to be a little impatient and he's never been one to need more than a hint to get the point. "It's ok, I really should get going. I've got court," he beings to lie because it's better than sounding embarrassed and pressed that he thinks this one night stand is different than any other.
Not that he wants it to be different, but it is Junsu and that kind of makes it different. It also makes him feel like a complete fan boy, which is extremely embarrassing and makes him feel ashamed.
Junsu doesn't move as he works around the room picking up his clothing, he simply watches him and there's something very unnerving about it.
"Your belt is under the bed," he points and Changmin nods and moves around the bed to the other side. It's partly hidden by the pants Junsu was wearing the previous night.
While he slides it around the belt loops he recalls the excitement of the night. It really was a good night and he can appreciate that and he's never really been one to ruminate on one night stands, so he didn't need to start now.
It was a great night and despite everything he's said to convince himself sex isn't important, it's total bullshit. Despite the headache and his cotton mouth, he's probably never felt more relaxed and it makes it all worth it.
Changmin finds himself offering a grin of content to Junsu as he finishes the last button on his shirt. "This was fun," he finds a mirror to take a quick glance at his reflection. He looks thoroughly used and abused in the best way possible and it's pretty great.
Junsu nods and stands up, he looks much smaller in the sunlight and he walks over, smoothing his hands down Changmin's chest, around his waist and kisses him; surprisingly dirty for the time of morning. "Thanks for last night," he pulls away with a smile and Changmin nods. "I can't walk you out but I can walk you to the door," he explains and kisses him again. "And I'm a little sore, my choreographer is going to hate me," he laughs, deeply and grabs his hand. "Come on."
Junsu leads him out of the room; he doesn't even get a chance to look back. The apartment is still beautiful and expensive and ridiculously over decorated but it seems to suit him. Junsu is beautiful and expensive and a little over decorated, but it's ok, he deserves to be.
At the door it hits him and he turns around. "I didn't even make you sing last night, at least, not the kind that made you famous."
Junsu's laughs brightly. "Am I a trained animal? Who do you think I am?" he asks and Changmin leans in and slides a hand along his neck, into his hair, he holds him intimately.
"You're, Kim Fucking Junsu," he smiles and kisses him, probably for the last time.
It's sweet, gentle and nauseatingly tender, which makes him almost glad he's leaving it as a one night stand, because he could probably fall in love with him.
Junsu's phone rings out in the silence and it breaks them apart. Changmin doesn't hug him, or kiss him again; he gives him a wink and opens the door. Out in the hall are two body guards. "I'll see you," he gives a little wave and Junsu nods, doing the same.
When the door closes he looks at his phone, its almost 7 in the morning and he tucks the phone back.
Changmin didn't even offer to give him his number, Junsu didn't even ask and they didn't even talk about seeing each other again.
He doesn't know if it's a good or bad thing, Junsu is an idol after all and he's got a rep to protect. Although he knows it would be amazing to see him again, he's not expecting too and at least he had one night.
On his way to the elevator, through the steel doors and down a head spinning surge below Changmin smooths his fingers through his hair, hoping he doesn't look too offensive. He tries not to concentrate on what just happened and even more so tries to not look so much like the victim of a walk of shame.
Though it seems that way. He's pretty sure the security guards in the booth are talking about him, maybe calling him disgusting words he doesn't care for, but it doesn't seem to matter. Not this morning, not right now, not while his skin is still tingling and he can still taste Junsu on his tongue.
Changmin reaches for his phone to call a cab; it didn't occur to him as he followed Junsu home, that he had no means of returning to his part of town but it's almost no surprise when a black car pulls up to the sidewalk, pass the gate and stops right in front of him. Changmin watches his reflection scroll down as a chauffeur glances upon him.
"Changmin?" he questions above the loud jazz music blasting through his speakers. He nods and the engine dies as the door swings open, almost hitting him straight in the face. "Please, get in," he man walks to the back seat and opens the door for him.
Changmin looks over at Junsu's apartment building and chuckles. "At least he's a gentleman," he mutters and slides in.
Changmin gives the driver instructions home and Changmin wiggles down in the car seat and closes his eyes, he see's Junsu's face and find himself smiling.
He thinks maybe he'll upgrade Yoochun's gift to a nice vacation.
Yoochun is waiting outside his front door when he arrives, writing in a note book. He looks sleepy but satisfied as he grins up at him, taking one last puff from his cigarette before he snubs it out with the tip of his leather shoe. "About fucking time, you know how long I've been waiting out here?" he demands shoving his note book into his jacket pocket.
"It's too early to hear you bitching," Changmin pulls his keys out, "what are you doing here anyway?" he asks and opens the door for them. Yoochun throws his arm around his shoulder and smiles.
"You know I have issues with sleeping at stranger's houses," he takes off his jacket and throws it on the couch and begins to undress. "Come on, I need to fucking sleep," he groans. Changmin unbuttons his shirt on the way to his bedroom, he's pretty sure Yoochun is already naked when they enter the room.
He's right and watches him climb under the blankets.
Changmin frowns, he just washed those blankets and he's got dried come on his body, which means there's a good chance so does Yoochun and that's disgusting. He slides out of his pants and pulls his shirt off. "Get out of my bed and go shower."
There's a growl of displeasure under the blankets. "I'm sleeping."
Changmin won't have it as he walks over and throws the blankets off. "I said go shower, come on, it's gonna take a couple minutes," he tugs on legs and when he doesn't budge Changmin tickles the bottom of his foot. "Yoochun, I'm serious."
Yoochun explodes in laughter and jumps off the bed. "That's not fair," his laughter weans and he stretches. "God, I'm sore," he groans and heads toward the bathroom.
Changmin tosses his shirt aside and follows him in. He walks to the shower and turns it on and makes sure it's warm before he slides out of his shorts.
"What's that?" Yoochun asks and Changmin turns to him curiously.
"What's what?" he asks and Yoochun squints his eyes a bit and finally walks over to him for a better look.
"This," Yoochun rubs a finger along the small of his back.
Changmin rolls his eyes in an attempt to calm the annoyance of Yoochun. "What is this?" he questions and looks for his mirror, that is until he remembers it was cracked in an unfortunate fight with his last boyfriend and hadn't replaced it yet. "You need to describe it to me. I can't see it. Is it a marking?" he questions, it doesn't hurt so common sense deduces it's not an injury.
Yoochun hums and rubs again. "It looks like a phone number. Who would put-" Yoochun falls silent and Changmin looks over his shoulder at him when he starts laughing.
"What?" he demands.
Yoochun licks his lips and shakes his head. "I think that's Junsu's number," Yoochun crows.
Junsu's number?
Changmin doesn't know when Junsu would even have the opportunity to write on him, when they weren't fucking, they were sleeping but-Junsu had woken up before him.
Changmin attempts to look at his back with no plausible avail.
They hadn't even mentioned exchanging numbers; therefore if it really was his number, it turned out to be a pleasant surprise.
Yoochun smacks him on the ass and winks. "You must have rocked his world," Yoochun steps out of his underwear and into the shower. Changmin doesn't follow him in. "He don't give his number to anyone," he hums.
He doesn't want the mark to be washed away by the water and soap.
After a couple of minutes Yoochun pokes his head out. "You coming in? The water's gonna get cold," he warns but Changmin shakes his head and Yoochun rolls his eyes. "Don't be disgusting; I can see the fucking come on your chest, you slut, so get your ass in here. I've got Junsu's number in my phone, stalker," he closes the door and Changmin feel his entire body tingle in sweet memory.
Changmin thinks he needs to figure out if here's a possible way to maybe give Yoochun the world.