Run Down, Beat Me. Rise Up, Save Me.
Part I: Here
Part II
Ah, why fucking now?
The raven was the first to snap into action. “Hurry!” he whispered, eyes darkening with fear. “Put the gag back on me!”
Yunho nodded, pulling his jacket from the boy's body and throwing it onto his bed. He reached for the gag, grabbing it by both ends carefully. “Wait!” he murmured back harshly, “What about that stuff that was in your-”
“I'll just say I swallowed it,” the boy told him, eyes snapping to the door as they heard a tinkling of keys.
“Right, right,” Yunho replied distractedly, readying the strap so it hung over the raven's ears. He frowned. “Okay, I'm gonna clasp it. Open your mouth.”
The boy complied, but before the ball could lodge between his jaws, he looked Yunho straight in the eye. “You're a good man, Jung Yunho,” he said quietly, eyes unbelievably sad.
Yunho paused, but only for a moment, fixing the ball into the boy's mouth and reaching around his neck to close the metal clasp with a snap. He reached for the potato sack lying on the pillow beside the raven's forearm. A key pressed into the lock.
Before he slipped it over the raven's head, Yunho held the bag in position over the boy's ear and leaned down, breath ghosting over the flushed skin. The raven stilled. “You would make me better,” he whispered. The raven was staring at him when he pulled away.
The door knob turned, and Yunho quickly pulled the bag over the boy's face before diving onto his bed, grabbing a random book from his shelf.
His roommate walked in to find the boy curled just as he had been when Yunho'd found him, Yunho leaning back on his bed with the second Harry Potter book open in his lap. The sight surprised him. “Yunho? I thought you had calc this hour?” he asked, blatantly ignoring the body tied to his own bed.
Yunho lifted his eyes from the page he had randomly turned to, gaze falling on the still raven before snapping to his roommate's innocent face. “I forgot my book.” He snapped Harry Potter shut, climbing to his feet.
The other man smirked as Yunho made his way to the boy's side. “I see you've met my pet.”
Yunho shook his head, looking down at the pitiful display of submission with a pang in his chest. Even after talking to the boy, it was still too much. “Dude, what the fuck?” he murmured softly.
“`What the fuck,' what?” his roommate asked coyly, crossing his arms. “Isn't he pretty?”
“This isn't cool, man,” Yunho continued, tearing his eyes away from the smaller body to scrutinize his roommate's smug face. “What the hell is with all of these marks?”
His roommate only laughed, amused. “Dude, chill. I'm not forcing him or anything. He likes it.” He slipped off his backpack, stepping forward to place it on his desk.
Yunho remained where he was, watching the other man with something akin to disgust in his eyes. But he couldn't argue. The boy had said so himself: he refused to let his lover know that he was uncomfortable with things the way they were. Yunho went on, anyway. “Are you sure about that?”
“Of course I am,” his roommate replied quickly before finally glancing down at the body. “Don't you, baby?”
The boy remained motionless.
Yunho's roommate smiled. He turned to Yunho, impressed. “He's not allowed to talk unless I give him permission.”
Yunho looked away. “I see.”
“Hold on, let me take the bag off,” the other man said hurriedly, stepping forward. “Wait 'till you see his face. You'll cum in your pants, man.”
With that, the potato sack was ripped from the raven's head, the careless gesture making Yunho's hand twitch. He watched with increasing concern as the boy squinted against the surrounding light. His roommate seemed to take no notice.
What the man did take notice of, however, was the lack of blood on the raven's face. He frowned. “What the hell? I thought-”
“Choi,” Yunho called, voice low and serious and succeeding in bringing the man's attention back to him. His roommate turned to him curiously, forgetting the third member of the room. Yunho glanced at the bedside clock. “I've been waiting here for you for almost an hour now. How long has he been here?”
Choi blinked bemusedly, stepping away from the bedside. “Why? You skipped your favorite class?”
Yunho shrugged, shaking his head. He didn't like explaining empathy to people who apparently didn't have it. “I guess I'm just not someone who can walk in on a corpse tied to the bed buck naked and leave him alone. What if someone broke in, huh? He wouldn't be able to defend himself, and they probably would rape him given the fact that he's in his fucking birthday suit.”
“Jung, chill,” Choi ordered, corner of his mouth upturned and arms raised in a show of surrender. “He probably looked dead because he thought you were me. He's only been here for about four hours-”
“`Four hours?'” Yunho parroted, feigning astonished surprise. Well, it wasn't all feigned; the thought of someone being forced to wait in such a manner for so long was still somewhat hard for him to take.
By this time, the raven had adjusted to the light, and his eyes were switching from one man to the next with every word spoken. Yunho and he locked gazes for a few moments, but then Yunho looked away.
Again, his roommate was laughing, apparently unable to take Yunho seriously. That fact only succeeded in pissing Yunho off. “Come on, I only do it because the longer I make him wait, the harder he cums,” Choi stated simply, smiling happily.
“Really,” Yunho commented sharply, eyes hardening.
His roommate nodded. “Yeah. Here, I'll show you.” With that, he turned to his boyfriend, stepping up to the bar between the raven's legs. The boy gave a start, gaze flicking to Yunho as he panicked mildly.
Something in Yunho's stomach lurched. “Wait,” he whispered, before coughing. “Wait, I don't need to see-”
Choi chuckled, taking a hold of the boy's cock roughly and undoing the ring that held it erect. “Oh, trust me, you'll want to see this. This slut is so fucking hot when he cums, all screaming and whimpering and shit.”
The boy flushed, staring at the wall resolutely, though droplets of water could be seen welling in the corners of his eyes. Yunho could practically feel the humiliation coming off of him in waves, and he dropped his own eyes when saliva began to trickle free from the ball gag. Despite the extremely inappropriate circumstances, he was starting to find the boy kind of attractive. More than attractive.
“Hey, Jung,” his roommate called, glancing over his shoulder. “Take off his gag for me, will you? There's no point if he can't scream.”
Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Yunho barely knew him, and he conversely barely knew Yunho, so they didn't ever hang out together despite having similar majors. They were in different crowds, which was blatantly obvious given the fact that Choi enjoyed tying men up and leaving them for hours while Yunho proudly did not. Did he think that all that would change if they shared his boyfriend for a night? The fuck it would. “No, thank you, Choi,” Yunho replied finally, shaking his head. “I don't touch other men's men.”
That wasn't completely true, of course, but this was more a show of integrity. He didn't torture. He didn't cheat. He didn't use. And he didn't share. Other couples could do whatever the fuck they wanted as long as they kept him out of it. That's where Choi had messed up.
Choi shrugged at that, letting go of the raven's genitals briefly to unclasp the gag himself. “Have it your way. Just watch.”
Yunho sighed, turning away to grab the physics book from his bookshelf. No matter how much he wanted to help the boy, there was little he could do in this point in time. “No, actually, I think I'll just study in the library for a few-”
He only glanced back out of overwhelming concern, for a moment at the most, but he soon froze at what he saw. His roommate was pumping the boy's dick, rough and quick, precum lubricating the movements of his hand. The boy's legs, now free from the bar that had held them in place previously, fell to the sheets, quivering and tired. His back arched, toes curling, fingers winding around their ropes, head thrown back. He was moaning. Panting. God, he was screaming, whimpers and whines tearing from his throat without regards to his visible attempts to keep them inside. He thrashed, helpless, completely at Choi's mercy.
And his eyes were locked with Yunho's. Yunho's throat ran dry.
It took only about a second for his roommate to follow his boyfriend's line of sight. When he had, looking back at Yunho curiously, he smirked. Yunho didn't like that look. Not a moment after, Choi was slapping the boy across the face, and Yunho gaped. The raven's lip busted open on impact.
“You are such a slut,” Choi told the squirming body beneath him. The boy broke his gaze with Yunho's to meet that of Choi's. “You looking at Yunho now? What, do you want his cock?”
Yunho blushed harder than he ever had in his life. Oh god, this was getting completely out of hand. “U-Um,” he stuttered, taking a step forward. “I-I don't think you should-”
“Are you picturing his hand jerking you off right now?” his roommate continued, either ignoring him or too consumed in his task to take notice. “Or are you thinking of his lips sucking you off?”
The raven's only answer to that was a high-pitched moan, cheeks reddening to a much darker hue than they had been before. Yunho swallowed thickly at the sight.
“No,” his roommate said now, grin broadening as an idea dawned on him. “No, picture your lips around his cock.”
That had the boy go completely rigid for a couple of moments before Choi tugged on his shaft harder. Then the raven was screaming again, louder.
“Yes,” his roommate breathed, stepping between the raven's legs. “Picture him cumming. He's cumming, baby, filling your mouth with his seed. Are you going to spit or swallow?”
Yunho didn't know what to do. He was standing there uselessly, watching this whole scene play out before him, watching the boy he was surely becoming infatuated with jerked off by another man. A cruel man. But what could he do? This whole thing was... He didn't know what this thing was anymore.
“The thought of making Yunho cum makes you hot, doesn't it?” Choi continued, unaware of Yunho's silent protests from behind him. He laughed. “Slut. Do you want him to fuck you? Huh? You want him pounding into you?”
“Choi,” Yunho called, panicking when the boy's eyes closed. He really didn't like this.“I don't think this is a good-”
And then the raven came. He screamed and moaned all alike, mouth hanging slack in a look of such pleasure that Yunho's breath was taken away. His limbs stretched, fingers and toes clenching and curling, entire body trembling in the loose sheets, pulling at his restraints halfheartedly, his white seed shooting into Choi's palms so fast, so much.
And Choi was at least right about that. The orgasm had to be the sexiest thing Yunho had ever seen.
His roommate took one look at the load in his hands, perplexed, before laughing in pure disbelief. “Jung!” he called, still staring at all of the sperm. “I think he likes you! He's never cum this fast!”
That was it. Yunho had never felt such an intense feeling of possessiveness as this. This jealousy that was suddenly rearing its ugly head was foreign to him, never actually having someone to get jealous over. It was strong, or at least was strong to him, seeing someone else touching the raven so intimately; someone else seeing the raven so intimately. He didn't understand it.
As his roommate wiped his hand clean, smirking down lustfully at the boy coming down from his high, the feeling only worsened, became more painful. It scared him, because he was starting to think things, harsh things like punching Choi in the face-when he'd never hit anyone in his life-or claiming the raven right there and proving before his roommate's eyes that he was better for the boy than the other man could ever hope to be, more humane, and, “this is how you make love, asshole!”-when he'd already promised that he'd never take advantage of the raven. It was so incredibly unlike him. He couldn't make sense of it, and logic didn't seem to even apply to it. Levelheadedness, the epitome of Yunho's character, was fading away.
He needed to leave. This room was suddenly sick, vile, and it was infecting him. He didn't want to leave the boy with his roommate, but it looked like Choi didn't care who watched him have sex, and at this point, Yunho wouldn't put murder past himself. He needed to reign in this new emotion before someone ended up in jail.
“I'm leaving,” he said shortly to whoever was listening, keeping his eyes averted from the bed. No one answered him, not that he was listening anymore, and he grabbed his bag and keys from the floor quickly before making a beeline for the door.
Just as he had it open, he heard the slicing of rope. That brought him to a complete stop.
“Sit up.” An order.
A creak of bed springs, then a groan.
“Wrap your arms around my neck. Your legs around my waist.”
Another creak. A pant.
Yunho looked back, curiosity getting the best of him, just as his roommate entered the raven's battered body. Whether it was a good move or not was left undecided.
The boy's chin rested on his boyfriend's shoulder, gasping with every thrust the man made. But his eyes, wide and soulless, were on Yunho's. Tears, only a few, slipped freely down his cheeks.
It made Yunho break again, and again he only watched, useless and helpless and so many other demeaning words, standing in the open doorway with a look of such pain and sorrow. Maybe he shouldn't have felt more pain than the raven was feeling, but his chest hurt worse than ever.
He made a step back into the room, but a shake of the raven's head stopped him there. They held gazes for longer than what was probably appropriate given the fact that the boy was being fucked, but then the boy mouthed a word contrary to the look in his eyes: “Go.”
And so Yunho obeyed, because it was the boy's choice, after all.
*
That night, when Yunho came back from hours of endless drinking and a best friend fascinated with this raven Yunho couldn't help but talk about, he was surprised to find the boy still there. He was retied and re gagged, though the potato sack was missing, with fresh cuts and some new bites, only he was on Yunho's headboard this time, not his roommate's.
Yunho only stared, the sight just as mentally taxing as it had been the first time he had met the boy. The raven stared back, silent and analyzing as always. Yunho could hear his roommate brushing his teeth in the bathroom.
He sighed, tired, throwing his backpack onto his desk chair. The raven watched him approach and sit on the edge of the bed. Yunho reached for the gag calmly, unclasping it and pulling it to the side.
The boy relaxed his jaw with a wince.
“What are you still doing here?” Yunho asked softly, thumb brushing over one of the boy's pale cheeks.
The raven flushed slightly, dropping his eyes. “He thought you might want to fuck me.”
Yunho's gaze hardened.
“Jung, you're back,” his roommate called from behind him, flicking off the light and stepping out of the bathroom. “How was your time studying?”
With one last empowering look into the raven's dead eyes, Yunho stood, turning to face the other man. If alcohol did anything to him, it gave him courage. “Why is he still here?” he asked testily, gesturing in the raven's general direction.
His roommate shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I thought you could test him out. You know, give him a ride? Maybe teach him some new tricks?” he offered suggestively.
“He's a student, too, isn't he?” Yunho asked, becoming annoyed with the way Choi was talking about the boy like he was a dog. “Doesn't he need to study?”
“He can study on his own time,” Choi explained, smile fading. “On mine, he's mine to play with.” At Yunho's appalled look, he shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Dude, I don't get you. A pet's a pet, Jung.”
Yunho snapped. Under usual circumstances, he was patient, never showing when he was displeased with something someone else said and never getting into arguments with people he needed to stay on civil grounds with, like his teachers or his roommate. But he had twelve shots of vodka in his system, along with some mystery drink Changmin forced on him, and he was feeling quite confrontational.
“No,” he stated, voice low. He didn't recognize it. He turned to the raven, and maybe he looked as frightening as he sounded, because the boy was staring at him in what looked like fear. He ignored it, pulling the pocket knife from his back pocket and snapping it open. “A pet is a dog,” he argued, teeth clenching as he grabbed one of the boy's wrists.
Choi yelled something from behind him, but he didn't quite make it out, too caught up in his adrenaline rush. The raven gasped when his wrist was cut free.
“Or a cat, or fish, or rabbit, or snake, or whatever the fuck else,” Yunho continued as he cut the other wrist free. The raven immediately sat up, rubbing one of his wrists gingerly before leaning forward to remove the bar holding his legs apart. Once he'd done so, Yunho pulled him off the bed. The boy wobbled, grabbing onto Yunho's arm for support. “This,” Yunho seethed, indicating the smaller body next to his, “is a fucking premed major a year older than us.” He grabbed his jacket, the one with the list of phone numbers in its pocket, and hung it over the raven's shoulders. The boy pulled it around himself, blushing, and turned to take the ring off his cock.
Choi stood at full height, which wasn't any taller than Yunho, arms crossed and frown on his face. He looked between the two men dubiously. “Jung, he's my boyfriend. I can treat him how I want.”
Yunho snorted. “If you say so.”
His roommate nodded, scowling. “Well, I do say so,” he told him. Afterwards, he bent to pick up pieces of clothing from the floor that Yunho guessed belonged to the boy, and stepped forward. Before either the raven or Yunho could react, he grabbed the boy by the collar he still wore, dragging him to the door and throwing him out of it.
Yunho was livid. “What the hell do you think you're-”
He was ignored as Choi only threw the boy's clothes in his face. Before closing the door, he parted with a quick, “See ya later, babe,” and blew a kiss.
Yunho stared at him in complete astonishment when the other man turned to face him, the slammed door still resonating in the still air of the dorm room. “What the fuck?” was all he could think to say. “He was naked!”
His roommate rolled his eyes at him, grabbing his backpack and emptying its contents onto his soiled sheets. “You seriously need to chill, man. Don't you know that if you start treating pets like people, they'll actually start to believe they're human?”
Yunho shook his head, disgusted, and ran to the door. He threw it open.
The raven was nowhere to be seen.
*
It was another week until Yunho saw him again. After that night, he had marched straight into the counselor's office and demanded to be replaced as Choi's roommate. When asked why, he grimaced, saying something along the lines of, “He's a creeper who keeps watching me and making me extremely uncomfortable, and I have nightmares that he's going to kill me in my sleep.” For some crazy reason, they took that as a solid excuse. He was reassigned within the hour.
His new roommate wasn't half bad, a kid by the name of Kim Junsu who had an unhealthy passion for soccer and sugar. It took only one slip of his name to his best friend to find out that he was Changmin's ex. Their breakup was mutual, they promised, and it didn't take long for the three of them to form a sort of clan.
He was sitting with them, coincidentally, when he spotted the boy across the dining hall. He was surprised he was able to pick the raven out, to be completely honest. The boy was really quite plain, at least from a distance, with baggy sweat clothes three or four sizes too big for him and long, unkempt hair that fell over one eye. At a first glance, there was no way that he and the boy from the week before were even related, but once Yunho had singled him out, he was able to conclude that they were one in the same. They had the same shifty eyes and fidgety tendencies, head lowered as he scanned the tables in front of him searchingly, hands clutching the sides of his tray. Yunho recognized that crazed look, those blanched cheeks.
The boy was looking for Choi.
Without so much as a goodbye, Yunho left his two friends and lunch where they sat, striding across the room with quick steps before he realized he had moved at all. Junsu protested loudly with the sudden departure, but Changmin merely shrugged, pulling Yunho's tray to rest next to his own.
The raven didn't notice Yunho approaching until he was a few steps away, and he panicked, eyes growing impossibly wide as he tried to make a run for it. Yunho was faster, and the boy didn't get far. He took the boy's tray from his hands, placing it on the nearest table, before taking a hold of the raven's wrist and starting towards the door. The raven struggled weakly, but Yunho's grip was strong, dragging the boy behind him with a strength unknown to him.
When they were outside, in the fading sunlight, the raven began to verbally protest, muttering small complaints in a small voice, but Yunho didn't hear him, too caught up in getting away from the dorm supper and his roommate.
Finally, when the sophomore had led him into the campus observatory, the raven spoke louder, wincing. “Y-Yunho, please,” he pleaded, eying Yunho's grip on his wrist. “You're hurting me.”
That brought them to an abrupt stop, Yunho spinning on his heal to face the boy and letting go of the boy's wrist at the same time, resulting in him almost flailing like an idiot. He grasped the raven's hand, gently this time, and pushed up the sleeve of the shorter man's sweatshirt quickly.
The raven flinched, glancing around them. “Wait, Yunho, I don't want people seeing-I don't want you seeing-”
“Ah, fuck me,” Yunho breathed, shaking his head. The boy's wrists were terrible. Just terrible. They had rope burns all around them, carving grooves into his skin almost half an inch deep. They were red and swollen with spots of black where the skin was probably damaged beyond repair. The wrists were rough and scaly to the touch, contrasting greatly with the softness of the raven's hands. It had Yunho nearly seeing red.
“No, Yunho,” the raven cut into his thoughts quickly, touching his shoulder. He could probably see the growing look of despair on Yunho's face. “It's fine. They're fine, they'll heal, so-”
“This is not fine!” Yunho all but yelled, startling the boy into silence. “Oh my god, look at these, they're-Wait, what are those?”
Curious, the boy looked down to spot what Yunho was staring at. “What?”
Slowly, Yunho raised his hand to trail his fingertips along the base of the raven's throat, lifting the boy's chin with his other hand. “Bruises,” he confirmed shortly, and his lips pursed in rising anger. His eyes moved between them, all five of them, as the boy finally found the strength to pull away. Yunho let go without a fight.
The raven coughed, ducking his head and folding his arms to hug his sweatshirt to him. “Yunho, it's not... It's not that bad.”
“He's choking you?” Yunho asked, muscles tensing. “That bastard's choking you? With his hands?”
The boy sighed, grimacing. “It's asphyxiation, like I told you before,” he murmured weakly. “It's the same thing.”
“No, it's not!” Yunho argued, stepping forward. The raven moved back. “A collar is kinky, but choking you with it is sick-but still kinky. Using his hands-I've seen his hands! They're fucking huge! What if he's cumming and he squeezes a little too hard? He could crush your windpipe-”
“He's more cautious than you think,” the boy replied, eyes hardening, as he pushed his hair behind his ears. Yunho was displeased to notice that, while the gashes on his cheeks had faded to white lines, another fresh wound had been etched across his forehead, from one temple to the other. “He treats me like a perfect gentleman out of the bedroom. He's so nice that it makes me-”
“What?” Yunho interrupted heatedly, moving in on the shorter man once again. The raven, like before, moved away, but his back soon hit the glass wall of one of the displays. “Love him? Is that what you're saying?” The boy opened his mouth, but Yunho continued before he could get a word out. Yunho didn't want to hear an answer to that question. “He's just manipulating you, you know that right? Getting you all good and mushy so he can do whatever the fuck he wants to you.”
The boy punched Yunho square in the jaw. He stood, body shaking with adrenaline, watching the taller man turn his head to the side with the force of the blow. As Yunho raised a hand to nurse a split lip slowly, he pushed his own anxiety away. He needed to make a stand for his dignity. Well, at least what he had left of it. “You know nothing about him,” he seethed, eyes darkening. “He's better than you could ever be.”
Yunho looked up at that, putting his pain to the side. He hadn't been expecting the punch (truth be told, he'd thought the boy was more of a slapper than a puncher), but he supposed he had it coming. He wasn't really controlling what was coming out of his mouth right now, and the hit was just enough to reestablish his self censorship. But he was still pissed. “No, I don't,” he agreed, closing in on the raven. “But I know you, and I know that you and he aren't working.”
“What the fuck makes you so sure?” the boy shot back, holding his arms out in front of him to ensure some kind of distance between them.
Yunho laughed bitterly, staring down into the raven's hard gaze. “Do I really need to point out the obvious? Sexually, you two are polar opposites.”
The raven's cheeks reddened. “I like it rough,” he replied awkwardly, and Yunho thought it best to believe him this time.
He shook his head knowingly, holding the boy's eyes. “Not that rough.”
“Sex isn't everything,” the boy said stubbornly, dropping his eyes to Yunho's chest, still at arm's length.
“True,” Yunho agreed smoothly, pushing his chest to the boy's palms. He tried to ignore when the boy's arms began to tremble. “But it should be one of the pros to a relationship, not a con. And if it is, then it means he's bad in bed, not violent in bed. You shouldn't be hospitalized every time he fucks you.” The raven couldn't think of anything to say to that, so he continued, taking the boy's hands into his own. He didn't let the boy pull them away. “You need someone compatible with you in all parts of the relationship: likes, dislikes, politics, future, sex. Especially sex, after what he's put you through.”
“Like you?” the raven asked, making Yunho pause. The boy stared up at him challengingly, standing at his full height with muscles tensed, ready for a fight. Yunho wondered if the boy was in martial arts or something similar, given his confrontational nature.
He didn't reply. Instead, he raised one of the boy's hands to his mouth, pressing lips to the mutilated wrist. The boy gave a start, aggression melting away to be replaced by something a little less familiar. Yunho didn't know what it was, the spark that flickered in the raven's confused eyes, but he didn't dwell on it. He held the boy's gaze, silently asking permission to continue while continuing anyway.
The boy was speechless, breath coming in short puffs as he watched Yunho's lips trail up his arm. He tugged at his shoulder halfheartedly, glancing around them, worried. “Y-Yunho, I, um,” he mumbled, biting his lip. He stopped as Yunho's mouth moved to his neck, head raising to stare at the ceiling high above them. Yunho placed kisses, feather-light, on every one of the five bruises before moving upward.
When their lips touched, they both knew that there was no going back from this. The raven was hesitant, but didn't pull away, simply allowing Yunho to do as he pleased. Yunho didn't pass the opportunity, leaning in and sealing their brushing mouths together in a chaste kiss. It was short, lasting only a few seconds, but Yunho was quick to place a second one, and a third and a fourth. Soon, he wasn't pulling away at all, winding his arms around the boy's waist and pulling him against his chest.
The raven pressed on his shoulders, cheeks reddening shyly as he tried to break the contact between their bodies. “Wait,” he whispered once his mouth was free, unable to look into the taller man's eyes. Yunho's gaze was on the raven's lips. “Hold on a second-”
Yunho paid no attention to the request, hand winding around the back of the boy's neck and pulling him in for another kiss. This time, he took advantage of the raven's open mouth, slipping his tongue inside and pressing it to the roof of his mouth. Despite his protests, the raven met Yunho's tongue with his own, winding it around the other man's eagerly. Yunho pressed him to the glass, pinning him there as he deepened the kiss.
Just as suddenly as it had happened, it was over. “Stop it!” the raven yelled breathlessly, shoving Yunho away with a force that left Yunho surprised and stumbling. The boy looked apologetic for only a few moments, reaching forward to take hold of the taller man and keep him from falling to the ground, before his eyes hardened once more. “You-What are you doing, Yunho?” he asked through clenched teeth.
Yunho's eyebrows furrowed at the question, licking his bruised lips. “What?” he asked, head still a bit hazy from the kiss.
“What are you doing here?” the boy murmured, eyes lowered. Yunho thought he saw the familiar shine of tears welling in the boy's eyes. “Why... Why do you care about what I do and who I do it with?”
“Why do you think?” Yunho replied, stepping forward. The boy still refused to look at him. He shook his head incredulously. “Seriously, I want to say that I just care. If it were any other case, that would be my reason, but yours... You know what you're doing to me, right?”
“What am I doing?” the boy whispered to Yunho's shoes, blushing.
Yunho groaned. “Fuck, do I have to spell it out?”
The raven finally looked up, scowling. Yunho was beginning to be intrigued with the many sides he was seeing of the boy, and he briefly wondered if his roommate had gotten the chance to see each and every one. He didn't like that thought. “But you didn't want me!” the boy yelled, startling Yunho out of his thoughts. “You didn't,” he repeated quietly, looking away again, “... want me.”
Yunho stared at him, completely and utterly lost. Were he and the boy not on the same page, here? “What would...” he began dubiously before shaking his head. “We just kissed.”
The raven wiped at his nose with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, cheeks flushing further. “That night, he... your roommate was gonna let you fuck me, but you... you didn't. You got angry at the very thought of fucking me, and,” he continued quietly, voice small, ignoring Yunho's dumbstruck look. He squirmed under the scrutiny of the other man's gaze. “Then, right after, he told me that you were reassigned rooms, and... and I thought that you didn't want to ever meet me again.”
“No,” Yunho replied quickly, placing his hands over the raven's shoulders. The sudden move startled the shorter man into looking at him. Yunho shook his head at the skeptical eyes. “No, that wasn't it. That was... He was controlling everything. He was the one tying you down, forcing you to get fucked by someone else without you're consent-”
“He always asks if it's okay,” the raven interrupted automatically.
Yunho paused. “Wait.” His head was beginning to spin with the amount of shit his roommate was apparently into. “How many people have fucked you while dating him?”
“Only about four,” the boy replied truthfully, shrugging as he bit his lip. “I always say yes, because I know it turns him on, but... you're the only one that I really wanted to...” he trailed off with a fresh blush on his face, dropping his eyes to the marble floor.
Yunho's heart fluttered at what the boy was saying, and he cleared his throat quickly. “It's... It's not that I didn't want to. I wanted to from the minute I grabbed your cock.” The raven's cheeks darkened. Yunho sighed. “It was just... If I fuck you-no, when I fuck you-it'll be on your terms. Not his.”
The raven met his eyes, then, gaze dark with something Yunho had only glimpsed a moment of the week before. It was lust. “... When you fuck me?” he asked, voice a bit deeper than it had been a minute ago.
Yunho nodded, not letting himself back down from the heated stare they were sharing. He might have been a virgin to the gay sex scene, but he was a red-blooded, testosterone-crazed 20 year old who had been sexually frustrated for the past three years. He knew what he was promising the raven, and he was going to own up to it. All in good time. “Yes. When I fuck you, you'll be mine, not his, and I'll do it because you want it, not because he does.”
The boy instantly pressed himself to Yunho's front, hands fisting the chest of Yunho's shirt. His face buried in the taller man's neck, and Yunho wrapped his arms around the smaller body in surprise. “I do want it,” the raven murmured, voice muffled. He pulled his head away just enough to meet Yunho's eyes. “Fuck, I want it so bad,” he moaned.
Yunho nearly fucked him right there, but he restrained himself. All in good time, he reminded himself. All in good time. “What's your name?” he asked softly, nose digging into the raven's hair.
“Jaejoong,” the boy replied just as quietly, blushing. “Kim Jaejoong.”
*
Two weeks. That's how long it was before Yunho finally took action, because he knew that Jaejoong was still with his roommate. He'd seen them together at lunch and dinner every single day that had passed.
He waited in the bathroom of the premed building. Yeah, it was childish, and yeah, it was cliché, but he was fucking desperate. Unsatisfied lust aside, he was starting to see bruises on Jaejoong's body from twenty feet away, and that was scaring the shit out of him. Fortunately, none of the passing premed students needed to piss, and soon enough, a busy Jaejoong happened by, nose stuffed in a biology book.
Yunho reached out quickly, grabbing the unfocused raven by the wrist and yanking him into the bathroom. Jaejoong gave a yelp of surprise before freezing when he laid eyes on Yunho.
“Jaejoong...” Yunho breathed, feeling like he had just satisfied some drug addiction by just seeing the boy.
“Y-Yunho,” Jaejoong replied, cheeks reddening. “What are you doing here? I thought you had physics at this hour.”
Yunho broke out of his stare, trailing down the raven's body, to meet his eyes bemusedly. “You know my schedule?” he asked incredulously.
The boy blushed. “Um, no, I-Photographic memory, remember? I saw it once, and-”
Yunho wasn't listening, too busy getting to his knees. He began to lift the over-sized sweatshirt to find Jaejoong's stomach.
Jaejoong's eyes widened, staring down at the sophomore. “Y-Yunho?” he asked, alarmed. “What are you-”
Yunho was sure he'd seen a bruise somewhere around here. He'd spotted it when commuting between buildings. In the park, Jaejoong and his roommate were on a bench, alone, all over each other. At least, Choi was all over Jaejoong, and his hand had pushed up the raven's shirt to reveal-this. Yunho's breath caught in his throat. Jaejoong's stomach-his entire stomach-was black, with spots of blue and purple and green and-Yunho closed his eyes, anger and sorrow building up within him. The size of the bruise was nauseating. What had Choi hit him with? A car?
“Shh,” Jaejoong soothed from above him, eyes apologetic and filled with remorse, and Yunho almost laughed at their reversed roles. The raven's hand weaved into Yunho's hair. That was when Yunho realized that he was crying. “Don't cry, Yunho-ah, please,” Jaejoong whispered, his own tears slipping freely down his cheeks.
Yunho shook his head, not bothering to wipe away his tears. He only gripped the raven's hips, forcing himself to look at the damage his roommate had caused. “I can't believe... This much is... What was he...”
“He was drunk,” Jaejoong told him quietly, both hands now caressing Yunho's scalp. His forehead wrinkled as he began to cry harder, trying his best to keep his sobs inside. “H-He didn't mean it,” he whispered.
“Stop fucking defending him!” Yunho yelled, still staring at the large bruise. Jaejoong fell silent, closing his eyes when Yunho continued to cry. “I... I could have...” the younger man murmured, voice weak. He shook his head as his self-hate hit higher than it ever had in his life. “I could have stopped this.”
The raven's eyes snapped open at that, staring down at Yunho in complete disbelief. “Wait, no,” he breathed, shaking his head. “No, Yunho, this isn't-This isn't your fault.”
“Yes, it is,” Yunho argued, leaning his forehead against the injured abdomen gently. He sniffed. “That night, I could have just taken you and ran, but I didn't because I'm a fucking coward-”
“You're not!” Jaejoong yelled, leaning forward. He tilted Yunho's head up to him. “This is not your fault, okay? It's... It's mine, and-”
His breath hitched as Yunho kissed his stomach. The touch was light, just as it had been with his wrists, and his breathing wavered with every new kiss placed on his bruised skin.
He shivered. Yunho's gentleness was something that was increasingly hard for him to face. “Y-Yunho,” he whimpered, new tears beginning to well in the corners of his eyes. “You don't need to kiss every one.”
Yunho, to his surprise, listened to him, pulling away to peer into his sad eyes. “Then what?” the sophomore asked, hands still resting on the raven's hips. “What do you need me to do, Jaejoong? I'll do anything.”
He really was perfect, wasn't he? “Just this,” Jaejoong whispered, leaning forward and meeting Yunho's lips with his own.
*
“Hey, stranger.”
Yunho jumped, glancing up from his dinner plate in time to see a familiar face on a not-so-familiar body leaning over his shoulder. Changmin took the opportunity to steal three of his best friend's sausages. “Jaejoong?” Yunho asked, eyes wide in shock.
The raven nodded, sitting down next to him with his own tray of food. Junsu nodded in greeting. Jaejoong, to Yunho's credit, looked completely different than he had two days prior. His raggedy hair was now cut and died into a shaggy but stylish dirty-blond, and his sweat clothes were replaced with skinny jeans and a low v-neck sweater. He wore knee-high black boots, as well, accentuating his slim figure.
He had to be the sexiest person Yunho had ever seen. The raven chuckled, smirking under Yunho's dumb-struck gaze. “Can I sit here? Or do you have a problem with that?” he asked knowingly, hand sliding up Yunho's thigh. Yunho gulped.
“Please refrain from fucking in the dining hall,” Changmin deadpanned, sipping his Dr. Pepper coolly. He eyed the raven curiously when the two men across from him dully detached themselves from each other. “I'm guessing that you're the poor little boy that Yunho found tied up naked and gagged in his room with a cock ring on?”
Junsu choked on his chicken bulgogi, spitting it back onto his plate.
Jaejoong laughed. “Yes, I am, actually. My friends call me Jaejoong, though,” he replied as Junsu quickly
cleaned his mess up with a napkin, blushing profusely.
“Hey, all!” another person called, slumping down on Changmin's free side. The three friends stared at the newcomer bewilderedly. He ignored them, eyes on Jaejoong as he grinned from ear to ear.
Jaejoong chuckled, leaning into Yunho's side in amusement. “Hey, Yoochun. Guys, this is Yoochun, my best friend. He's a computer security major.”
Yunho's eyes lit up at that, nodding his head. “That's right. I think you're in my calculus class, aren't you?”
Yoochun nodded, grin widening. “Yep. Actually, Yunho, I wanted to thank you.”
Yunho's eyebrows furrowed. “For what?” Jaejoong smiled at him, lacing their fingers together.
“For giving me my best friend back,” Yoochun replied, as if it should have been as obvious as the air in front of their faces. “Do you see him now? Choi didn't let him dress like he wanted because he was afraid someone would try to take Jaejoong away from him. He totally killed Jae's self-esteem by taking his flirty-ness away from him.”
“Hey,” Jaejoong interrupted, frowning. “You're making me sound totally shallow here.”
“That's because you are,” Yoochun replied coyly, smirking at the pout he received in return. He turned back to an amused Yunho. “I'm warning you, man. He's a real pain in the ass. You think you can handle it?”
Yunho blushed when all four of the men in front of him looked at him expectantly, leaning forward in his seat. He squeezed Jaejoong's hand under the table before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. “Definitely.”
Junsu awed, saying things like, “you two are so cute,” and, “why the hell can't I get what you have,” while Yoochun simply nodded approvingly, leaning back in his seat.
Changmin didn't seem to care at all, turning in his seat to smack Yoochun's arm. The other man looked at him in surprise. The freshman wasted no time, face serious and voice businesslike. “If you pay for the food, I'll let you take me out on a date.”
The table fell completely silent after that. Yoochun stared at the boy beside him dumbly, reddening when Changmin only raised an impatient eyebrow.
Jaejoong and Yunho exchanged glances before the raven cleared his throat. “Um, Yoochun's not g-”
Yoochun held up his hand to silence his best friend, lips breaking out into a smirk. “Is that right?” he asked coyly, eyes on Changmin's. Changmin nodded, not even blushing.
Junsu coughed from behind him, tapping his ex's shoulder dubiously. “But, Changmin-ah, I thought that you were a top.”
“Sometimes,” Changmin informed him, not looking away from the man in front of him.
Yoochun laughed, eyes trailing up and down the Chemistry major's body, as he rose from his seat. “You're a little tall, but not enough to be distracting. I'm going to go find an ATM.” With that, he turned to leave before stepping back, smile shy this time, unlike before. “Um,” he began awkwardly, cheeks reddening. “Do you want to come with me?”
Changmin actually smiled, making the older man's smile falter. He climbed to his feet nonchalantly. “If you carry my tray so I can eat on the way,” he said, already walking in the direction of the banking machines in the next building. Yoochun quickly picked the tray up, trying to balance the large assortment of food as he followed.
The last three men watched them go, awestruck. Then Junsu turned to Jaejoong, holding out his hand. “Hi,” he said, a little irritatedly, “I'm Kim Junsu, the other guy at the table. Japanese major.”
Jaejoong laughed, reaching forward to shake the offered hand. “Hi, nice to meet you.”
When the two had enveloped themselves in a heated soccer debate, Yunho wound his arm around the raven's waist, bring the conversation to an abrupt stop. Junsu rolled his eyes, standing to dump out his tray. “Are you mine, now?” Yunho whispered into Jaejoong's ear, fingers caressing the boy's side gently. “Is he completely out, now?”
Jaejoong shivered, a vulnerability pushing its way to the surface that he had only let Yunho see. “Yes,” he replied softly, laying his head on Yunho's shoulder. “He won't touch us anymore.”
A/N: Um, yeah. Finally got an idea today for NMS, so I will be writing that, but I don't know when. Finals are coming up. This story was supposed to have smut, but... I just really don't like writing smut for one shots anymore. It bores me. Don't know why :/ Oh! And I am really happy that you all liked Collapsing Logic :) What's so great about you guys, is that you change my own views of my writing. NMS would have never been so about gay rights if it wasn't for you guys, and Collapsing Logic made me rethink my own thoughts. Yeah, and the reason Jae punched Yun in here instead of slapped him is because some of you, no offense, think that Jae is being denied his masculinity a lot in ff, and I didn't want to be bashed, lol. Anyway, see you next time, whenever that may be ^^
Part II
Ah, why fucking now?
The raven was the first to snap into action. “Hurry!” he whispered, eyes darkening with fear. “Put the gag back on me!”
Yunho nodded, pulling his jacket from the boy's body and throwing it onto his bed. He reached for the gag, grabbing it by both ends carefully. “Wait!” he murmured back harshly, “What about that stuff that was in your-”
“I'll just say I swallowed it,” the boy told him, eyes snapping to the door as they heard a tinkling of keys.
“Right, right,” Yunho replied distractedly, readying the strap so it hung over the raven's ears. He frowned. “Okay, I'm gonna clasp it. Open your mouth.”
The boy complied, but before the ball could lodge between his jaws, he looked Yunho straight in the eye. “You're a good man, Jung Yunho,” he said quietly, eyes unbelievably sad.
Yunho paused, but only for a moment, fixing the ball into the boy's mouth and reaching around his neck to close the metal clasp with a snap. He reached for the potato sack lying on the pillow beside the raven's forearm. A key pressed into the lock.
Before he slipped it over the raven's head, Yunho held the bag in position over the boy's ear and leaned down, breath ghosting over the flushed skin. The raven stilled. “You would make me better,” he whispered. The raven was staring at him when he pulled away.
The door knob turned, and Yunho quickly pulled the bag over the boy's face before diving onto his bed, grabbing a random book from his shelf.
His roommate walked in to find the boy curled just as he had been when Yunho'd found him, Yunho leaning back on his bed with the second Harry Potter book open in his lap. The sight surprised him. “Yunho? I thought you had calc this hour?” he asked, blatantly ignoring the body tied to his own bed.
Yunho lifted his eyes from the page he had randomly turned to, gaze falling on the still raven before snapping to his roommate's innocent face. “I forgot my book.” He snapped Harry Potter shut, climbing to his feet.
The other man smirked as Yunho made his way to the boy's side. “I see you've met my pet.”
Yunho shook his head, looking down at the pitiful display of submission with a pang in his chest. Even after talking to the boy, it was still too much. “Dude, what the fuck?” he murmured softly.
“`What the fuck,' what?” his roommate asked coyly, crossing his arms. “Isn't he pretty?”
“This isn't cool, man,” Yunho continued, tearing his eyes away from the smaller body to scrutinize his roommate's smug face. “What the hell is with all of these marks?”
His roommate only laughed, amused. “Dude, chill. I'm not forcing him or anything. He likes it.” He slipped off his backpack, stepping forward to place it on his desk.
Yunho remained where he was, watching the other man with something akin to disgust in his eyes. But he couldn't argue. The boy had said so himself: he refused to let his lover know that he was uncomfortable with things the way they were. Yunho went on, anyway. “Are you sure about that?”
“Of course I am,” his roommate replied quickly before finally glancing down at the body. “Don't you, baby?”
The boy remained motionless.
Yunho's roommate smiled. He turned to Yunho, impressed. “He's not allowed to talk unless I give him permission.”
Yunho looked away. “I see.”
“Hold on, let me take the bag off,” the other man said hurriedly, stepping forward. “Wait 'till you see his face. You'll cum in your pants, man.”
With that, the potato sack was ripped from the raven's head, the careless gesture making Yunho's hand twitch. He watched with increasing concern as the boy squinted against the surrounding light. His roommate seemed to take no notice.
What the man did take notice of, however, was the lack of blood on the raven's face. He frowned. “What the hell? I thought-”
“Choi,” Yunho called, voice low and serious and succeeding in bringing the man's attention back to him. His roommate turned to him curiously, forgetting the third member of the room. Yunho glanced at the bedside clock. “I've been waiting here for you for almost an hour now. How long has he been here?”
Choi blinked bemusedly, stepping away from the bedside. “Why? You skipped your favorite class?”
Yunho shrugged, shaking his head. He didn't like explaining empathy to people who apparently didn't have it. “I guess I'm just not someone who can walk in on a corpse tied to the bed buck naked and leave him alone. What if someone broke in, huh? He wouldn't be able to defend himself, and they probably would rape him given the fact that he's in his fucking birthday suit.”
“Jung, chill,” Choi ordered, corner of his mouth upturned and arms raised in a show of surrender. “He probably looked dead because he thought you were me. He's only been here for about four hours-”
“`Four hours?'” Yunho parroted, feigning astonished surprise. Well, it wasn't all feigned; the thought of someone being forced to wait in such a manner for so long was still somewhat hard for him to take.
By this time, the raven had adjusted to the light, and his eyes were switching from one man to the next with every word spoken. Yunho and he locked gazes for a few moments, but then Yunho looked away.
Again, his roommate was laughing, apparently unable to take Yunho seriously. That fact only succeeded in pissing Yunho off. “Come on, I only do it because the longer I make him wait, the harder he cums,” Choi stated simply, smiling happily.
“Really,” Yunho commented sharply, eyes hardening.
His roommate nodded. “Yeah. Here, I'll show you.” With that, he turned to his boyfriend, stepping up to the bar between the raven's legs. The boy gave a start, gaze flicking to Yunho as he panicked mildly.
Something in Yunho's stomach lurched. “Wait,” he whispered, before coughing. “Wait, I don't need to see-”
Choi chuckled, taking a hold of the boy's cock roughly and undoing the ring that held it erect. “Oh, trust me, you'll want to see this. This slut is so fucking hot when he cums, all screaming and whimpering and shit.”
The boy flushed, staring at the wall resolutely, though droplets of water could be seen welling in the corners of his eyes. Yunho could practically feel the humiliation coming off of him in waves, and he dropped his own eyes when saliva began to trickle free from the ball gag. Despite the extremely inappropriate circumstances, he was starting to find the boy kind of attractive. More than attractive.
“Hey, Jung,” his roommate called, glancing over his shoulder. “Take off his gag for me, will you? There's no point if he can't scream.”
Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Yunho barely knew him, and he conversely barely knew Yunho, so they didn't ever hang out together despite having similar majors. They were in different crowds, which was blatantly obvious given the fact that Choi enjoyed tying men up and leaving them for hours while Yunho proudly did not. Did he think that all that would change if they shared his boyfriend for a night? The fuck it would. “No, thank you, Choi,” Yunho replied finally, shaking his head. “I don't touch other men's men.”
That wasn't completely true, of course, but this was more a show of integrity. He didn't torture. He didn't cheat. He didn't use. And he didn't share. Other couples could do whatever the fuck they wanted as long as they kept him out of it. That's where Choi had messed up.
Choi shrugged at that, letting go of the raven's genitals briefly to unclasp the gag himself. “Have it your way. Just watch.”
Yunho sighed, turning away to grab the physics book from his bookshelf. No matter how much he wanted to help the boy, there was little he could do in this point in time. “No, actually, I think I'll just study in the library for a few-”
He only glanced back out of overwhelming concern, for a moment at the most, but he soon froze at what he saw. His roommate was pumping the boy's dick, rough and quick, precum lubricating the movements of his hand. The boy's legs, now free from the bar that had held them in place previously, fell to the sheets, quivering and tired. His back arched, toes curling, fingers winding around their ropes, head thrown back. He was moaning. Panting. God, he was screaming, whimpers and whines tearing from his throat without regards to his visible attempts to keep them inside. He thrashed, helpless, completely at Choi's mercy.
And his eyes were locked with Yunho's. Yunho's throat ran dry.
It took only about a second for his roommate to follow his boyfriend's line of sight. When he had, looking back at Yunho curiously, he smirked. Yunho didn't like that look. Not a moment after, Choi was slapping the boy across the face, and Yunho gaped. The raven's lip busted open on impact.
“You are such a slut,” Choi told the squirming body beneath him. The boy broke his gaze with Yunho's to meet that of Choi's. “You looking at Yunho now? What, do you want his cock?”
Yunho blushed harder than he ever had in his life. Oh god, this was getting completely out of hand. “U-Um,” he stuttered, taking a step forward. “I-I don't think you should-”
“Are you picturing his hand jerking you off right now?” his roommate continued, either ignoring him or too consumed in his task to take notice. “Or are you thinking of his lips sucking you off?”
The raven's only answer to that was a high-pitched moan, cheeks reddening to a much darker hue than they had been before. Yunho swallowed thickly at the sight.
“No,” his roommate said now, grin broadening as an idea dawned on him. “No, picture your lips around his cock.”
That had the boy go completely rigid for a couple of moments before Choi tugged on his shaft harder. Then the raven was screaming again, louder.
“Yes,” his roommate breathed, stepping between the raven's legs. “Picture him cumming. He's cumming, baby, filling your mouth with his seed. Are you going to spit or swallow?”
Yunho didn't know what to do. He was standing there uselessly, watching this whole scene play out before him, watching the boy he was surely becoming infatuated with jerked off by another man. A cruel man. But what could he do? This whole thing was... He didn't know what this thing was anymore.
“The thought of making Yunho cum makes you hot, doesn't it?” Choi continued, unaware of Yunho's silent protests from behind him. He laughed. “Slut. Do you want him to fuck you? Huh? You want him pounding into you?”
“Choi,” Yunho called, panicking when the boy's eyes closed. He really didn't like this.“I don't think this is a good-”
And then the raven came. He screamed and moaned all alike, mouth hanging slack in a look of such pleasure that Yunho's breath was taken away. His limbs stretched, fingers and toes clenching and curling, entire body trembling in the loose sheets, pulling at his restraints halfheartedly, his white seed shooting into Choi's palms so fast, so much.
And Choi was at least right about that. The orgasm had to be the sexiest thing Yunho had ever seen.
His roommate took one look at the load in his hands, perplexed, before laughing in pure disbelief. “Jung!” he called, still staring at all of the sperm. “I think he likes you! He's never cum this fast!”
That was it. Yunho had never felt such an intense feeling of possessiveness as this. This jealousy that was suddenly rearing its ugly head was foreign to him, never actually having someone to get jealous over. It was strong, or at least was strong to him, seeing someone else touching the raven so intimately; someone else seeing the raven so intimately. He didn't understand it.
As his roommate wiped his hand clean, smirking down lustfully at the boy coming down from his high, the feeling only worsened, became more painful. It scared him, because he was starting to think things, harsh things like punching Choi in the face-when he'd never hit anyone in his life-or claiming the raven right there and proving before his roommate's eyes that he was better for the boy than the other man could ever hope to be, more humane, and, “this is how you make love, asshole!”-when he'd already promised that he'd never take advantage of the raven. It was so incredibly unlike him. He couldn't make sense of it, and logic didn't seem to even apply to it. Levelheadedness, the epitome of Yunho's character, was fading away.
He needed to leave. This room was suddenly sick, vile, and it was infecting him. He didn't want to leave the boy with his roommate, but it looked like Choi didn't care who watched him have sex, and at this point, Yunho wouldn't put murder past himself. He needed to reign in this new emotion before someone ended up in jail.
“I'm leaving,” he said shortly to whoever was listening, keeping his eyes averted from the bed. No one answered him, not that he was listening anymore, and he grabbed his bag and keys from the floor quickly before making a beeline for the door.
Just as he had it open, he heard the slicing of rope. That brought him to a complete stop.
“Sit up.” An order.
A creak of bed springs, then a groan.
“Wrap your arms around my neck. Your legs around my waist.”
Another creak. A pant.
Yunho looked back, curiosity getting the best of him, just as his roommate entered the raven's battered body. Whether it was a good move or not was left undecided.
The boy's chin rested on his boyfriend's shoulder, gasping with every thrust the man made. But his eyes, wide and soulless, were on Yunho's. Tears, only a few, slipped freely down his cheeks.
It made Yunho break again, and again he only watched, useless and helpless and so many other demeaning words, standing in the open doorway with a look of such pain and sorrow. Maybe he shouldn't have felt more pain than the raven was feeling, but his chest hurt worse than ever.
He made a step back into the room, but a shake of the raven's head stopped him there. They held gazes for longer than what was probably appropriate given the fact that the boy was being fucked, but then the boy mouthed a word contrary to the look in his eyes: “Go.”
And so Yunho obeyed, because it was the boy's choice, after all.
*
That night, when Yunho came back from hours of endless drinking and a best friend fascinated with this raven Yunho couldn't help but talk about, he was surprised to find the boy still there. He was retied and re gagged, though the potato sack was missing, with fresh cuts and some new bites, only he was on Yunho's headboard this time, not his roommate's.
Yunho only stared, the sight just as mentally taxing as it had been the first time he had met the boy. The raven stared back, silent and analyzing as always. Yunho could hear his roommate brushing his teeth in the bathroom.
He sighed, tired, throwing his backpack onto his desk chair. The raven watched him approach and sit on the edge of the bed. Yunho reached for the gag calmly, unclasping it and pulling it to the side.
The boy relaxed his jaw with a wince.
“What are you still doing here?” Yunho asked softly, thumb brushing over one of the boy's pale cheeks.
The raven flushed slightly, dropping his eyes. “He thought you might want to fuck me.”
Yunho's gaze hardened.
“Jung, you're back,” his roommate called from behind him, flicking off the light and stepping out of the bathroom. “How was your time studying?”
With one last empowering look into the raven's dead eyes, Yunho stood, turning to face the other man. If alcohol did anything to him, it gave him courage. “Why is he still here?” he asked testily, gesturing in the raven's general direction.
His roommate shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I thought you could test him out. You know, give him a ride? Maybe teach him some new tricks?” he offered suggestively.
“He's a student, too, isn't he?” Yunho asked, becoming annoyed with the way Choi was talking about the boy like he was a dog. “Doesn't he need to study?”
“He can study on his own time,” Choi explained, smile fading. “On mine, he's mine to play with.” At Yunho's appalled look, he shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Dude, I don't get you. A pet's a pet, Jung.”
Yunho snapped. Under usual circumstances, he was patient, never showing when he was displeased with something someone else said and never getting into arguments with people he needed to stay on civil grounds with, like his teachers or his roommate. But he had twelve shots of vodka in his system, along with some mystery drink Changmin forced on him, and he was feeling quite confrontational.
“No,” he stated, voice low. He didn't recognize it. He turned to the raven, and maybe he looked as frightening as he sounded, because the boy was staring at him in what looked like fear. He ignored it, pulling the pocket knife from his back pocket and snapping it open. “A pet is a dog,” he argued, teeth clenching as he grabbed one of the boy's wrists.
Choi yelled something from behind him, but he didn't quite make it out, too caught up in his adrenaline rush. The raven gasped when his wrist was cut free.
“Or a cat, or fish, or rabbit, or snake, or whatever the fuck else,” Yunho continued as he cut the other wrist free. The raven immediately sat up, rubbing one of his wrists gingerly before leaning forward to remove the bar holding his legs apart. Once he'd done so, Yunho pulled him off the bed. The boy wobbled, grabbing onto Yunho's arm for support. “This,” Yunho seethed, indicating the smaller body next to his, “is a fucking premed major a year older than us.” He grabbed his jacket, the one with the list of phone numbers in its pocket, and hung it over the raven's shoulders. The boy pulled it around himself, blushing, and turned to take the ring off his cock.
Choi stood at full height, which wasn't any taller than Yunho, arms crossed and frown on his face. He looked between the two men dubiously. “Jung, he's my boyfriend. I can treat him how I want.”
Yunho snorted. “If you say so.”
His roommate nodded, scowling. “Well, I do say so,” he told him. Afterwards, he bent to pick up pieces of clothing from the floor that Yunho guessed belonged to the boy, and stepped forward. Before either the raven or Yunho could react, he grabbed the boy by the collar he still wore, dragging him to the door and throwing him out of it.
Yunho was livid. “What the hell do you think you're-”
He was ignored as Choi only threw the boy's clothes in his face. Before closing the door, he parted with a quick, “See ya later, babe,” and blew a kiss.
Yunho stared at him in complete astonishment when the other man turned to face him, the slammed door still resonating in the still air of the dorm room. “What the fuck?” was all he could think to say. “He was naked!”
His roommate rolled his eyes at him, grabbing his backpack and emptying its contents onto his soiled sheets. “You seriously need to chill, man. Don't you know that if you start treating pets like people, they'll actually start to believe they're human?”
Yunho shook his head, disgusted, and ran to the door. He threw it open.
The raven was nowhere to be seen.
*
It was another week until Yunho saw him again. After that night, he had marched straight into the counselor's office and demanded to be replaced as Choi's roommate. When asked why, he grimaced, saying something along the lines of, “He's a creeper who keeps watching me and making me extremely uncomfortable, and I have nightmares that he's going to kill me in my sleep.” For some crazy reason, they took that as a solid excuse. He was reassigned within the hour.
His new roommate wasn't half bad, a kid by the name of Kim Junsu who had an unhealthy passion for soccer and sugar. It took only one slip of his name to his best friend to find out that he was Changmin's ex. Their breakup was mutual, they promised, and it didn't take long for the three of them to form a sort of clan.
He was sitting with them, coincidentally, when he spotted the boy across the dining hall. He was surprised he was able to pick the raven out, to be completely honest. The boy was really quite plain, at least from a distance, with baggy sweat clothes three or four sizes too big for him and long, unkempt hair that fell over one eye. At a first glance, there was no way that he and the boy from the week before were even related, but once Yunho had singled him out, he was able to conclude that they were one in the same. They had the same shifty eyes and fidgety tendencies, head lowered as he scanned the tables in front of him searchingly, hands clutching the sides of his tray. Yunho recognized that crazed look, those blanched cheeks.
The boy was looking for Choi.
Without so much as a goodbye, Yunho left his two friends and lunch where they sat, striding across the room with quick steps before he realized he had moved at all. Junsu protested loudly with the sudden departure, but Changmin merely shrugged, pulling Yunho's tray to rest next to his own.
The raven didn't notice Yunho approaching until he was a few steps away, and he panicked, eyes growing impossibly wide as he tried to make a run for it. Yunho was faster, and the boy didn't get far. He took the boy's tray from his hands, placing it on the nearest table, before taking a hold of the raven's wrist and starting towards the door. The raven struggled weakly, but Yunho's grip was strong, dragging the boy behind him with a strength unknown to him.
When they were outside, in the fading sunlight, the raven began to verbally protest, muttering small complaints in a small voice, but Yunho didn't hear him, too caught up in getting away from the dorm supper and his roommate.
Finally, when the sophomore had led him into the campus observatory, the raven spoke louder, wincing. “Y-Yunho, please,” he pleaded, eying Yunho's grip on his wrist. “You're hurting me.”
That brought them to an abrupt stop, Yunho spinning on his heal to face the boy and letting go of the boy's wrist at the same time, resulting in him almost flailing like an idiot. He grasped the raven's hand, gently this time, and pushed up the sleeve of the shorter man's sweatshirt quickly.
The raven flinched, glancing around them. “Wait, Yunho, I don't want people seeing-I don't want you seeing-”
“Ah, fuck me,” Yunho breathed, shaking his head. The boy's wrists were terrible. Just terrible. They had rope burns all around them, carving grooves into his skin almost half an inch deep. They were red and swollen with spots of black where the skin was probably damaged beyond repair. The wrists were rough and scaly to the touch, contrasting greatly with the softness of the raven's hands. It had Yunho nearly seeing red.
“No, Yunho,” the raven cut into his thoughts quickly, touching his shoulder. He could probably see the growing look of despair on Yunho's face. “It's fine. They're fine, they'll heal, so-”
“This is not fine!” Yunho all but yelled, startling the boy into silence. “Oh my god, look at these, they're-Wait, what are those?”
Curious, the boy looked down to spot what Yunho was staring at. “What?”
Slowly, Yunho raised his hand to trail his fingertips along the base of the raven's throat, lifting the boy's chin with his other hand. “Bruises,” he confirmed shortly, and his lips pursed in rising anger. His eyes moved between them, all five of them, as the boy finally found the strength to pull away. Yunho let go without a fight.
The raven coughed, ducking his head and folding his arms to hug his sweatshirt to him. “Yunho, it's not... It's not that bad.”
“He's choking you?” Yunho asked, muscles tensing. “That bastard's choking you? With his hands?”
The boy sighed, grimacing. “It's asphyxiation, like I told you before,” he murmured weakly. “It's the same thing.”
“No, it's not!” Yunho argued, stepping forward. The raven moved back. “A collar is kinky, but choking you with it is sick-but still kinky. Using his hands-I've seen his hands! They're fucking huge! What if he's cumming and he squeezes a little too hard? He could crush your windpipe-”
“He's more cautious than you think,” the boy replied, eyes hardening, as he pushed his hair behind his ears. Yunho was displeased to notice that, while the gashes on his cheeks had faded to white lines, another fresh wound had been etched across his forehead, from one temple to the other. “He treats me like a perfect gentleman out of the bedroom. He's so nice that it makes me-”
“What?” Yunho interrupted heatedly, moving in on the shorter man once again. The raven, like before, moved away, but his back soon hit the glass wall of one of the displays. “Love him? Is that what you're saying?” The boy opened his mouth, but Yunho continued before he could get a word out. Yunho didn't want to hear an answer to that question. “He's just manipulating you, you know that right? Getting you all good and mushy so he can do whatever the fuck he wants to you.”
The boy punched Yunho square in the jaw. He stood, body shaking with adrenaline, watching the taller man turn his head to the side with the force of the blow. As Yunho raised a hand to nurse a split lip slowly, he pushed his own anxiety away. He needed to make a stand for his dignity. Well, at least what he had left of it. “You know nothing about him,” he seethed, eyes darkening. “He's better than you could ever be.”
Yunho looked up at that, putting his pain to the side. He hadn't been expecting the punch (truth be told, he'd thought the boy was more of a slapper than a puncher), but he supposed he had it coming. He wasn't really controlling what was coming out of his mouth right now, and the hit was just enough to reestablish his self censorship. But he was still pissed. “No, I don't,” he agreed, closing in on the raven. “But I know you, and I know that you and he aren't working.”
“What the fuck makes you so sure?” the boy shot back, holding his arms out in front of him to ensure some kind of distance between them.
Yunho laughed bitterly, staring down into the raven's hard gaze. “Do I really need to point out the obvious? Sexually, you two are polar opposites.”
The raven's cheeks reddened. “I like it rough,” he replied awkwardly, and Yunho thought it best to believe him this time.
He shook his head knowingly, holding the boy's eyes. “Not that rough.”
“Sex isn't everything,” the boy said stubbornly, dropping his eyes to Yunho's chest, still at arm's length.
“True,” Yunho agreed smoothly, pushing his chest to the boy's palms. He tried to ignore when the boy's arms began to tremble. “But it should be one of the pros to a relationship, not a con. And if it is, then it means he's bad in bed, not violent in bed. You shouldn't be hospitalized every time he fucks you.” The raven couldn't think of anything to say to that, so he continued, taking the boy's hands into his own. He didn't let the boy pull them away. “You need someone compatible with you in all parts of the relationship: likes, dislikes, politics, future, sex. Especially sex, after what he's put you through.”
“Like you?” the raven asked, making Yunho pause. The boy stared up at him challengingly, standing at his full height with muscles tensed, ready for a fight. Yunho wondered if the boy was in martial arts or something similar, given his confrontational nature.
He didn't reply. Instead, he raised one of the boy's hands to his mouth, pressing lips to the mutilated wrist. The boy gave a start, aggression melting away to be replaced by something a little less familiar. Yunho didn't know what it was, the spark that flickered in the raven's confused eyes, but he didn't dwell on it. He held the boy's gaze, silently asking permission to continue while continuing anyway.
The boy was speechless, breath coming in short puffs as he watched Yunho's lips trail up his arm. He tugged at his shoulder halfheartedly, glancing around them, worried. “Y-Yunho, I, um,” he mumbled, biting his lip. He stopped as Yunho's mouth moved to his neck, head raising to stare at the ceiling high above them. Yunho placed kisses, feather-light, on every one of the five bruises before moving upward.
When their lips touched, they both knew that there was no going back from this. The raven was hesitant, but didn't pull away, simply allowing Yunho to do as he pleased. Yunho didn't pass the opportunity, leaning in and sealing their brushing mouths together in a chaste kiss. It was short, lasting only a few seconds, but Yunho was quick to place a second one, and a third and a fourth. Soon, he wasn't pulling away at all, winding his arms around the boy's waist and pulling him against his chest.
The raven pressed on his shoulders, cheeks reddening shyly as he tried to break the contact between their bodies. “Wait,” he whispered once his mouth was free, unable to look into the taller man's eyes. Yunho's gaze was on the raven's lips. “Hold on a second-”
Yunho paid no attention to the request, hand winding around the back of the boy's neck and pulling him in for another kiss. This time, he took advantage of the raven's open mouth, slipping his tongue inside and pressing it to the roof of his mouth. Despite his protests, the raven met Yunho's tongue with his own, winding it around the other man's eagerly. Yunho pressed him to the glass, pinning him there as he deepened the kiss.
Just as suddenly as it had happened, it was over. “Stop it!” the raven yelled breathlessly, shoving Yunho away with a force that left Yunho surprised and stumbling. The boy looked apologetic for only a few moments, reaching forward to take hold of the taller man and keep him from falling to the ground, before his eyes hardened once more. “You-What are you doing, Yunho?” he asked through clenched teeth.
Yunho's eyebrows furrowed at the question, licking his bruised lips. “What?” he asked, head still a bit hazy from the kiss.
“What are you doing here?” the boy murmured, eyes lowered. Yunho thought he saw the familiar shine of tears welling in the boy's eyes. “Why... Why do you care about what I do and who I do it with?”
“Why do you think?” Yunho replied, stepping forward. The boy still refused to look at him. He shook his head incredulously. “Seriously, I want to say that I just care. If it were any other case, that would be my reason, but yours... You know what you're doing to me, right?”
“What am I doing?” the boy whispered to Yunho's shoes, blushing.
Yunho groaned. “Fuck, do I have to spell it out?”
The raven finally looked up, scowling. Yunho was beginning to be intrigued with the many sides he was seeing of the boy, and he briefly wondered if his roommate had gotten the chance to see each and every one. He didn't like that thought. “But you didn't want me!” the boy yelled, startling Yunho out of his thoughts. “You didn't,” he repeated quietly, looking away again, “... want me.”
Yunho stared at him, completely and utterly lost. Were he and the boy not on the same page, here? “What would...” he began dubiously before shaking his head. “We just kissed.”
The raven wiped at his nose with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, cheeks flushing further. “That night, he... your roommate was gonna let you fuck me, but you... you didn't. You got angry at the very thought of fucking me, and,” he continued quietly, voice small, ignoring Yunho's dumbstruck look. He squirmed under the scrutiny of the other man's gaze. “Then, right after, he told me that you were reassigned rooms, and... and I thought that you didn't want to ever meet me again.”
“No,” Yunho replied quickly, placing his hands over the raven's shoulders. The sudden move startled the shorter man into looking at him. Yunho shook his head at the skeptical eyes. “No, that wasn't it. That was... He was controlling everything. He was the one tying you down, forcing you to get fucked by someone else without you're consent-”
“He always asks if it's okay,” the raven interrupted automatically.
Yunho paused. “Wait.” His head was beginning to spin with the amount of shit his roommate was apparently into. “How many people have fucked you while dating him?”
“Only about four,” the boy replied truthfully, shrugging as he bit his lip. “I always say yes, because I know it turns him on, but... you're the only one that I really wanted to...” he trailed off with a fresh blush on his face, dropping his eyes to the marble floor.
Yunho's heart fluttered at what the boy was saying, and he cleared his throat quickly. “It's... It's not that I didn't want to. I wanted to from the minute I grabbed your cock.” The raven's cheeks darkened. Yunho sighed. “It was just... If I fuck you-no, when I fuck you-it'll be on your terms. Not his.”
The raven met his eyes, then, gaze dark with something Yunho had only glimpsed a moment of the week before. It was lust. “... When you fuck me?” he asked, voice a bit deeper than it had been a minute ago.
Yunho nodded, not letting himself back down from the heated stare they were sharing. He might have been a virgin to the gay sex scene, but he was a red-blooded, testosterone-crazed 20 year old who had been sexually frustrated for the past three years. He knew what he was promising the raven, and he was going to own up to it. All in good time. “Yes. When I fuck you, you'll be mine, not his, and I'll do it because you want it, not because he does.”
The boy instantly pressed himself to Yunho's front, hands fisting the chest of Yunho's shirt. His face buried in the taller man's neck, and Yunho wrapped his arms around the smaller body in surprise. “I do want it,” the raven murmured, voice muffled. He pulled his head away just enough to meet Yunho's eyes. “Fuck, I want it so bad,” he moaned.
Yunho nearly fucked him right there, but he restrained himself. All in good time, he reminded himself. All in good time. “What's your name?” he asked softly, nose digging into the raven's hair.
“Jaejoong,” the boy replied just as quietly, blushing. “Kim Jaejoong.”
*
Two weeks. That's how long it was before Yunho finally took action, because he knew that Jaejoong was still with his roommate. He'd seen them together at lunch and dinner every single day that had passed.
He waited in the bathroom of the premed building. Yeah, it was childish, and yeah, it was cliché, but he was fucking desperate. Unsatisfied lust aside, he was starting to see bruises on Jaejoong's body from twenty feet away, and that was scaring the shit out of him. Fortunately, none of the passing premed students needed to piss, and soon enough, a busy Jaejoong happened by, nose stuffed in a biology book.
Yunho reached out quickly, grabbing the unfocused raven by the wrist and yanking him into the bathroom. Jaejoong gave a yelp of surprise before freezing when he laid eyes on Yunho.
“Jaejoong...” Yunho breathed, feeling like he had just satisfied some drug addiction by just seeing the boy.
“Y-Yunho,” Jaejoong replied, cheeks reddening. “What are you doing here? I thought you had physics at this hour.”
Yunho broke out of his stare, trailing down the raven's body, to meet his eyes bemusedly. “You know my schedule?” he asked incredulously.
The boy blushed. “Um, no, I-Photographic memory, remember? I saw it once, and-”
Yunho wasn't listening, too busy getting to his knees. He began to lift the over-sized sweatshirt to find Jaejoong's stomach.
Jaejoong's eyes widened, staring down at the sophomore. “Y-Yunho?” he asked, alarmed. “What are you-”
Yunho was sure he'd seen a bruise somewhere around here. He'd spotted it when commuting between buildings. In the park, Jaejoong and his roommate were on a bench, alone, all over each other. At least, Choi was all over Jaejoong, and his hand had pushed up the raven's shirt to reveal-this. Yunho's breath caught in his throat. Jaejoong's stomach-his entire stomach-was black, with spots of blue and purple and green and-Yunho closed his eyes, anger and sorrow building up within him. The size of the bruise was nauseating. What had Choi hit him with? A car?
“Shh,” Jaejoong soothed from above him, eyes apologetic and filled with remorse, and Yunho almost laughed at their reversed roles. The raven's hand weaved into Yunho's hair. That was when Yunho realized that he was crying. “Don't cry, Yunho-ah, please,” Jaejoong whispered, his own tears slipping freely down his cheeks.
Yunho shook his head, not bothering to wipe away his tears. He only gripped the raven's hips, forcing himself to look at the damage his roommate had caused. “I can't believe... This much is... What was he...”
“He was drunk,” Jaejoong told him quietly, both hands now caressing Yunho's scalp. His forehead wrinkled as he began to cry harder, trying his best to keep his sobs inside. “H-He didn't mean it,” he whispered.
“Stop fucking defending him!” Yunho yelled, still staring at the large bruise. Jaejoong fell silent, closing his eyes when Yunho continued to cry. “I... I could have...” the younger man murmured, voice weak. He shook his head as his self-hate hit higher than it ever had in his life. “I could have stopped this.”
The raven's eyes snapped open at that, staring down at Yunho in complete disbelief. “Wait, no,” he breathed, shaking his head. “No, Yunho, this isn't-This isn't your fault.”
“Yes, it is,” Yunho argued, leaning his forehead against the injured abdomen gently. He sniffed. “That night, I could have just taken you and ran, but I didn't because I'm a fucking coward-”
“You're not!” Jaejoong yelled, leaning forward. He tilted Yunho's head up to him. “This is not your fault, okay? It's... It's mine, and-”
His breath hitched as Yunho kissed his stomach. The touch was light, just as it had been with his wrists, and his breathing wavered with every new kiss placed on his bruised skin.
He shivered. Yunho's gentleness was something that was increasingly hard for him to face. “Y-Yunho,” he whimpered, new tears beginning to well in the corners of his eyes. “You don't need to kiss every one.”
Yunho, to his surprise, listened to him, pulling away to peer into his sad eyes. “Then what?” the sophomore asked, hands still resting on the raven's hips. “What do you need me to do, Jaejoong? I'll do anything.”
He really was perfect, wasn't he? “Just this,” Jaejoong whispered, leaning forward and meeting Yunho's lips with his own.
*
“Hey, stranger.”
Yunho jumped, glancing up from his dinner plate in time to see a familiar face on a not-so-familiar body leaning over his shoulder. Changmin took the opportunity to steal three of his best friend's sausages. “Jaejoong?” Yunho asked, eyes wide in shock.
The raven nodded, sitting down next to him with his own tray of food. Junsu nodded in greeting. Jaejoong, to Yunho's credit, looked completely different than he had two days prior. His raggedy hair was now cut and died into a shaggy but stylish dirty-blond, and his sweat clothes were replaced with skinny jeans and a low v-neck sweater. He wore knee-high black boots, as well, accentuating his slim figure.
He had to be the sexiest person Yunho had ever seen. The raven chuckled, smirking under Yunho's dumb-struck gaze. “Can I sit here? Or do you have a problem with that?” he asked knowingly, hand sliding up Yunho's thigh. Yunho gulped.
“Please refrain from fucking in the dining hall,” Changmin deadpanned, sipping his Dr. Pepper coolly. He eyed the raven curiously when the two men across from him dully detached themselves from each other. “I'm guessing that you're the poor little boy that Yunho found tied up naked and gagged in his room with a cock ring on?”
Junsu choked on his chicken bulgogi, spitting it back onto his plate.
Jaejoong laughed. “Yes, I am, actually. My friends call me Jaejoong, though,” he replied as Junsu quickly
cleaned his mess up with a napkin, blushing profusely.
“Hey, all!” another person called, slumping down on Changmin's free side. The three friends stared at the newcomer bewilderedly. He ignored them, eyes on Jaejoong as he grinned from ear to ear.
Jaejoong chuckled, leaning into Yunho's side in amusement. “Hey, Yoochun. Guys, this is Yoochun, my best friend. He's a computer security major.”
Yunho's eyes lit up at that, nodding his head. “That's right. I think you're in my calculus class, aren't you?”
Yoochun nodded, grin widening. “Yep. Actually, Yunho, I wanted to thank you.”
Yunho's eyebrows furrowed. “For what?” Jaejoong smiled at him, lacing their fingers together.
“For giving me my best friend back,” Yoochun replied, as if it should have been as obvious as the air in front of their faces. “Do you see him now? Choi didn't let him dress like he wanted because he was afraid someone would try to take Jaejoong away from him. He totally killed Jae's self-esteem by taking his flirty-ness away from him.”
“Hey,” Jaejoong interrupted, frowning. “You're making me sound totally shallow here.”
“That's because you are,” Yoochun replied coyly, smirking at the pout he received in return. He turned back to an amused Yunho. “I'm warning you, man. He's a real pain in the ass. You think you can handle it?”
Yunho blushed when all four of the men in front of him looked at him expectantly, leaning forward in his seat. He squeezed Jaejoong's hand under the table before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. “Definitely.”
Junsu awed, saying things like, “you two are so cute,” and, “why the hell can't I get what you have,” while Yoochun simply nodded approvingly, leaning back in his seat.
Changmin didn't seem to care at all, turning in his seat to smack Yoochun's arm. The other man looked at him in surprise. The freshman wasted no time, face serious and voice businesslike. “If you pay for the food, I'll let you take me out on a date.”
The table fell completely silent after that. Yoochun stared at the boy beside him dumbly, reddening when Changmin only raised an impatient eyebrow.
Jaejoong and Yunho exchanged glances before the raven cleared his throat. “Um, Yoochun's not g-”
Yoochun held up his hand to silence his best friend, lips breaking out into a smirk. “Is that right?” he asked coyly, eyes on Changmin's. Changmin nodded, not even blushing.
Junsu coughed from behind him, tapping his ex's shoulder dubiously. “But, Changmin-ah, I thought that you were a top.”
“Sometimes,” Changmin informed him, not looking away from the man in front of him.
Yoochun laughed, eyes trailing up and down the Chemistry major's body, as he rose from his seat. “You're a little tall, but not enough to be distracting. I'm going to go find an ATM.” With that, he turned to leave before stepping back, smile shy this time, unlike before. “Um,” he began awkwardly, cheeks reddening. “Do you want to come with me?”
Changmin actually smiled, making the older man's smile falter. He climbed to his feet nonchalantly. “If you carry my tray so I can eat on the way,” he said, already walking in the direction of the banking machines in the next building. Yoochun quickly picked the tray up, trying to balance the large assortment of food as he followed.
The last three men watched them go, awestruck. Then Junsu turned to Jaejoong, holding out his hand. “Hi,” he said, a little irritatedly, “I'm Kim Junsu, the other guy at the table. Japanese major.”
Jaejoong laughed, reaching forward to shake the offered hand. “Hi, nice to meet you.”
When the two had enveloped themselves in a heated soccer debate, Yunho wound his arm around the raven's waist, bring the conversation to an abrupt stop. Junsu rolled his eyes, standing to dump out his tray. “Are you mine, now?” Yunho whispered into Jaejoong's ear, fingers caressing the boy's side gently. “Is he completely out, now?”
Jaejoong shivered, a vulnerability pushing its way to the surface that he had only let Yunho see. “Yes,” he replied softly, laying his head on Yunho's shoulder. “He won't touch us anymore.”
A/N: Um, yeah. Finally got an idea today for NMS, so I will be writing that, but I don't know when. Finals are coming up. This story was supposed to have smut, but... I just really don't like writing smut for one shots anymore. It bores me. Don't know why :/ Oh! And I am really happy that you all liked Collapsing Logic :) What's so great about you guys, is that you change my own views of my writing. NMS would have never been so about gay rights if it wasn't for you guys, and Collapsing Logic made me rethink my own thoughts. Yeah, and the reason Jae punched Yun in here instead of slapped him is because some of you, no offense, think that Jae is being denied his masculinity a lot in ff, and I didn't want to be bashed, lol. Anyway, see you next time, whenever that may be ^^