{o43} | kotoba wa iranai: chapter one
kotoba wa iranai: chapter one.
pg-13; yunchun/twou (yoochunxyunho), jaesu (changmin x jaejoong x junsu); general
this is the love story of jung yunho and park yoochun. yunho plays the part of a prostitute. low on money and needing a way to support himself, he turned to prostitution just to survive. yoochun plays the part of your everyday rich guy. never low on money and used to getting everything he wants, he's the envy of every other person around him. . .although he'd much rather prefer to have little money and honest people around him. what happens when these two worlds collide? yunho wants to treat yoochun like just another client, but he's finding it difficult while yoochun battles whether or not to trust yunho, the walls he once built slowly crumbling. will these two not only learn how to overcome the power of society, but also the power of themselves? this is the story of lust, happiness, sadness, regret, and most importantly. . .love.
will be locked in twenty four hours.
this is the new rewrite to kotoba wa iranai. i left it for a while due to lack of ideas (a.k.a writer's block), but i've returned and hopefully, it will be a lot better than last time.
like always, this was written for aniprincess_13.
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jung yunho. he was tall, handsome, and masculine. he was the dream husband to every girl, the perfect experiment to a curiously gay man, and the source of what all guys envied. he was perfect. in the eyes of women and men, ajhummas and ajusshis; he was pure perfection. there were those who knew him differently, those who knew that the yunho that people see, all decked out in the expensive outfits and jewelry and riding around in that even more expensive car, was not the true yunho. this yunho wasn't the yunho that held the scars of the past and a heavy weight weighing down his heart and mind because it was him, it was u-know, the alter ego of the person they once cared about. he's flawed in almost every way and yet, he masks it so well. he's torn and destroyed more than he lets on and he would rather it remain that way; the details of his true occupation and past needing to remain in the depths of the knowing and their minds.
he sighed and glanced at the clock, his tired eyes shutting once more at the note of the time. he had a busy night; three customers, all of whom chose to use him more than once that, making good use of their time and his body. he sits up, hissing at the slight pain creeping up his back. biting back a few more screams and hisses of pain, he steps in front of his mirror and takes note of the bruises covering his body. he is too busy examining each and every purplish black mark on his body, that he fails to hear the calls of his name or even the door opening. what brings him out of his inspection and thoughts is the loud gasp of "oh shit" coming from the male behind him.
". . .yunho--" the male behind him starts and he turns to flash the other a soft smile.
"don't say anything. . .i'm fine," he says and blinks cutely.
"but those marks. . .and so many of them. . ."
"mn. got a little out of control, ne?" he said jokingly, hoping that it would liven up the atmosphere, but instead making it even tense.
he could sense the anger and worry coming from the other and he sighs softly, sliding on some shorts and heading towards the restroom.
". . .why?" the soft spoken question him freeze ". . .why do this, when this was the cause of your hell before."
it was spoken like a forbidden question and in a way it was, but rather than showing the effect it had on him, he continued his walk before pausing, "why? because it's all i'm good for, spreading my legs and taking all i can't just to make it through another day."
"hyung. . ."
"changmin, you might not understand it and neither do i. . .but if i was meant to do something else, then i'd do it."
"but. . .you have so many other qualities that you just choose to surpass."
"maybe that's why we are having this conversation and maybe tht's why i'll always remain on my back."
the conversation ends there and he smiles a bitter smile as he goes into the bathroom. climbing in the shower, he lets the warm water run down his body as the memories of the past flooded his mind like a bad drama. it was like a wave of pure agony ran through his body and he closed his eyes, not wanting to allow himself to open his eyes in fear that the past would come to haunt him. he let those memories come back for a while: the constant abuse, the sufficient blood he loss, the innocence he never truly had. it came back and even if was for a few seconds, he was reminded of how dirty he truly was. he lets out a scream of agony and disgust as it becomes almost way more than he can handle, the scream being masked by sounds of the running water. he grabs his rag and scrubs himself, the frantic and harsh scrubbing making his skin redder and redder to the point where it was starting to bleed. he continued scrubbing, until he finally broke down, sliding down the wall of the shower and allowing the water to mix with his tears and run down his body.
the water becomes cold and he slowly makes his way out of the tub, drying off and staring at himself in the mirror. once again, he's disgusted with the person he sees, the reflection showing him the old him: the battered, bruised, broken little boy with no future. he sighs softly and leans down to splash water on his face. his pushes the thoughts to the back of his head and makes his way out of the bathroom, walking back into his room and sliding on some clothing. what happens between him leaving the bathroom and him getting dressed is a blur and before long he's making his way down the stairs. at the table, it's only him, changmin, and an awkward silence.
"another flashback, hyung?" changmin asks him, not looking up from the big plate of food.
". . ."
"i heard you scream. the water can only cover up so much."
"what is your point, changmin?" he asks, not answering the question directly.
"stop!"
"stop what?"
"stop pushing me away. stop hurting yourself. stop putting yourself down. stop hiding from the past rather than facing it. stop being u-know and be fucking jung yunho."
". . .whatever."
" whatever. my fucking ass. grow the fuck up hyung and realize the shit you do doesn't effect only you."
he glances up long enough to see changmin's angry face before the taller gets up and walks out, his food only half done. he looks down and continues eating his food silently, jumping slightly as the front door slams shut. suddenly, his food taste a little less appealing and little more disgusting and emptying the plates of food into the garbage. he heads back up to his room, grabbing his bag and making his way out his car. speeding off to his school, he parks and checks the mirror one last time before checking off his list mentally. well groomed? check. stylishly name brand clothes? check. face smile to shield the world? an obvious check. double taking once more, he climbs out of the car and heads towards the school. ignoring the screaming and cheering, he smiles a fake smile and makes a beeline towards changmin's class.
"what do you want u-know?" the name coming out cold and irritable.
"stop the cold act, changmin."
"i'm sorry. what was that? i need to stop acting cold and you can't stop laying on your back with your legs open? no can do. if you don't like it, please leave and ignore it."
he slides into the seat beside changmin and sighs, "i'm not perfect changmin and i can't just stop doing what i'm doing just like that. plus we need the money, it's not like there is any place that pays well to high school students."
"it's not about being perfect hyung, it's about you being here to live long enough to see graduation. and don't fucking say you'll be fine because you never know what's gonna happen when you're doing what you do. i don't care about the money hyung, i care more about your well being and if that means living on the streets, then so be it," he can hear the hurt and worry in changmin's voice and he places a hand on his dongsaeng's shoulder.
"min. . ."
"no, hyung. it hurts more than just you. how do you think i feel staring at your bruises?"
he opened his mouth to speak, but the bell rung.
"get to class, hyung. wouldn't want the teacher or your fannies to worry, yeh?"
he places a chaste kiss on changmin's lips in somewhat of an apology and makes his way out of the classroom, rushing back into his own and heading to his seat. a few minutes later, the rabbits, jaejoong and junsu come in looking slightly ruffled and overly pleased.
"good morning to you two too," he says with a smirk on his face as he watches junsu smile brighter than normal.
"morning yunnie," the rabbits they say in unison and he shakes his head.
"you both are such rabbits."
"can you blame me?" the raven haired male asks with an arm his lover's waist protectively as he gestured with the free arm to the smaller male "i have my junsu baby and his sexy ass."
"no, jaejoong-ah. . .i don't blame you," he chuckles out.
"whatever. anyway, what'd you do this weekend?" jaejoong asks him as junsu snuggles up to him and purrs.
"i did the usual. work and no play."
"i thought you were gonna stop because changmin told you to."
"i was. . .until i saw the bills."
"yunho. . .let us help you. su and i wouldn't mind it all. right baby?" the words earning an eager nod and a supportive smile from junsu.
"no. i'd feel bad, so i'll deal with this myself."
"i hope you realize how selfish you're being, yunho. . .you're hurting him. you're brother is hurting more than you will ever imagine."
"you think i don't know? well, i do. that's why it makes things harder. i only want him to have the best without worrying. even if that means getting used repeatedly in return."
"yunho. . ."
"and in the end, that's how it'll always be."
after a long silence, the teacher walks in and yunho puts his head down. he didn't bother paying much attention to the teacher's words seeing as it was all mindless mumbling to him anyway and kept his head down until a voice that's too perfect to ignore causes him to look up. he isn't disappointed once he looks up, his eyes landing on one of the sexiest males he's ever laid eyes upon: gorgeously pale skin, plump and pink lips, and gods, that collarbone. he was drooling somewhat, but he couldn't give a shit about how he looked when this man was in front of him. thoughts were running through his head at lightening speed and he could feel the tightening in his pants.
"yunnie!"
"huh?" he replied, not so intelligently.
"stop drooling. . .it's unattractive."
"can you blame me? damn that man is too fucking sexy to handle."
"seems like yunnie bear has a crush on a certain new student named park yoochun."
"i don't have a crush on him. i hardly know him and yoochun is a cute name."
"uh-huh. you don't like him, but your body is begging for him. after all, you are sporting a pretty sexy hard-on."
he blushes deeply and groans softly, tugging his shirt down in hopes of hiding the obvious tent in his pants. a whistle makes him pause and he raises an eyebrow.
"your hottie is apparently your new seat mate," his head whipped upwards at jaejoong's words and he nearly choked as yoochun walks over to him.
he examined yoochun's walk, humming slightly in approval. 'medium size strides, means he's confident, but not overly confident. posture straightened, means he's a very eloquent and proper person. slender shape and form, means he's feminine, but masculine male. mmm. . .he's must be very well endowed.' subconsciously, he licked his lips and blushed when someone cleared their throat. he looks up and blushes, jaejoong's laughter making his blush deepen before he kicks the older under the table.
"annyeonghaseyo. yunho imnida."
"pangapseumnida. yoochun imnida."
"pangapseumnida. that's jaejoong and his main squeeze, junsu."
"did you just call me a main squeeze?" junsu talks for the first time in a while and he chuckles at his expressions.
"yes, yes i did. well, you are jaejoong's main squeeze and he loves only you."
"mhm. make sure that's what you meant."
"yes sire."
the interaction almost made him forget about yoochun until he heard someone beside him getting comfortable before being nudged by jaejoong to go talk to the other.
"uhm. . .hi."
". . .hi. how are you?"
"good. you're sexy. . ." he blushes at his bluntness and resists the urge to punch the laughing jaejoong and junsu couple "i mean---"
"haha. it's fine," he gulps slightly as yoochun leans closer to him and whispers sexily into his ear "i think you're quite sexy as well yunho-ssi."
his name off yoochun's tongue and like a forbidden fruit and he couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped his lips.
"y-yoochun-ssi."
"mm. . .maybe one day i'll make you moan a lot louder than that. . .you'll be mine, jung yunho."
he clears his throat and turns back to face the couple, yoochun's words ringing in his head and making the tent in his pants return.
'gods. . .today is gonna be a looooong day.'
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i'm restarting this. . .i hope this time around, it gets better. oh and by the way, i used this picture of yoochun as a reference.
pg-13; yunchun/twou (yoochunxyunho), jaesu (changmin x jaejoong x junsu); general
this is the love story of jung yunho and park yoochun. yunho plays the part of a prostitute. low on money and needing a way to support himself, he turned to prostitution just to survive. yoochun plays the part of your everyday rich guy. never low on money and used to getting everything he wants, he's the envy of every other person around him. . .although he'd much rather prefer to have little money and honest people around him. what happens when these two worlds collide? yunho wants to treat yoochun like just another client, but he's finding it difficult while yoochun battles whether or not to trust yunho, the walls he once built slowly crumbling. will these two not only learn how to overcome the power of society, but also the power of themselves? this is the story of lust, happiness, sadness, regret, and most importantly. . .love.
will be locked in twenty four hours.
this is the new rewrite to kotoba wa iranai. i left it for a while due to lack of ideas (a.k.a writer's block), but i've returned and hopefully, it will be a lot better than last time.
like always, this was written for aniprincess_13.
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jung yunho. he was tall, handsome, and masculine. he was the dream husband to every girl, the perfect experiment to a curiously gay man, and the source of what all guys envied. he was perfect. in the eyes of women and men, ajhummas and ajusshis; he was pure perfection. there were those who knew him differently, those who knew that the yunho that people see, all decked out in the expensive outfits and jewelry and riding around in that even more expensive car, was not the true yunho. this yunho wasn't the yunho that held the scars of the past and a heavy weight weighing down his heart and mind because it was him, it was u-know, the alter ego of the person they once cared about. he's flawed in almost every way and yet, he masks it so well. he's torn and destroyed more than he lets on and he would rather it remain that way; the details of his true occupation and past needing to remain in the depths of the knowing and their minds.
he sighed and glanced at the clock, his tired eyes shutting once more at the note of the time. he had a busy night; three customers, all of whom chose to use him more than once that, making good use of their time and his body. he sits up, hissing at the slight pain creeping up his back. biting back a few more screams and hisses of pain, he steps in front of his mirror and takes note of the bruises covering his body. he is too busy examining each and every purplish black mark on his body, that he fails to hear the calls of his name or even the door opening. what brings him out of his inspection and thoughts is the loud gasp of "oh shit" coming from the male behind him.
". . .yunho--" the male behind him starts and he turns to flash the other a soft smile.
"don't say anything. . .i'm fine," he says and blinks cutely.
"but those marks. . .and so many of them. . ."
"mn. got a little out of control, ne?" he said jokingly, hoping that it would liven up the atmosphere, but instead making it even tense.
he could sense the anger and worry coming from the other and he sighs softly, sliding on some shorts and heading towards the restroom.
". . .why?" the soft spoken question him freeze ". . .why do this, when this was the cause of your hell before."
it was spoken like a forbidden question and in a way it was, but rather than showing the effect it had on him, he continued his walk before pausing, "why? because it's all i'm good for, spreading my legs and taking all i can't just to make it through another day."
"hyung. . ."
"changmin, you might not understand it and neither do i. . .but if i was meant to do something else, then i'd do it."
"but. . .you have so many other qualities that you just choose to surpass."
"maybe that's why we are having this conversation and maybe tht's why i'll always remain on my back."
the conversation ends there and he smiles a bitter smile as he goes into the bathroom. climbing in the shower, he lets the warm water run down his body as the memories of the past flooded his mind like a bad drama. it was like a wave of pure agony ran through his body and he closed his eyes, not wanting to allow himself to open his eyes in fear that the past would come to haunt him. he let those memories come back for a while: the constant abuse, the sufficient blood he loss, the innocence he never truly had. it came back and even if was for a few seconds, he was reminded of how dirty he truly was. he lets out a scream of agony and disgust as it becomes almost way more than he can handle, the scream being masked by sounds of the running water. he grabs his rag and scrubs himself, the frantic and harsh scrubbing making his skin redder and redder to the point where it was starting to bleed. he continued scrubbing, until he finally broke down, sliding down the wall of the shower and allowing the water to mix with his tears and run down his body.
the water becomes cold and he slowly makes his way out of the tub, drying off and staring at himself in the mirror. once again, he's disgusted with the person he sees, the reflection showing him the old him: the battered, bruised, broken little boy with no future. he sighs softly and leans down to splash water on his face. his pushes the thoughts to the back of his head and makes his way out of the bathroom, walking back into his room and sliding on some clothing. what happens between him leaving the bathroom and him getting dressed is a blur and before long he's making his way down the stairs. at the table, it's only him, changmin, and an awkward silence.
"another flashback, hyung?" changmin asks him, not looking up from the big plate of food.
". . ."
"i heard you scream. the water can only cover up so much."
"what is your point, changmin?" he asks, not answering the question directly.
"stop!"
"stop what?"
"stop pushing me away. stop hurting yourself. stop putting yourself down. stop hiding from the past rather than facing it. stop being u-know and be fucking jung yunho."
". . .whatever."
" whatever. my fucking ass. grow the fuck up hyung and realize the shit you do doesn't effect only you."
he glances up long enough to see changmin's angry face before the taller gets up and walks out, his food only half done. he looks down and continues eating his food silently, jumping slightly as the front door slams shut. suddenly, his food taste a little less appealing and little more disgusting and emptying the plates of food into the garbage. he heads back up to his room, grabbing his bag and making his way out his car. speeding off to his school, he parks and checks the mirror one last time before checking off his list mentally. well groomed? check. stylishly name brand clothes? check. face smile to shield the world? an obvious check. double taking once more, he climbs out of the car and heads towards the school. ignoring the screaming and cheering, he smiles a fake smile and makes a beeline towards changmin's class.
"what do you want u-know?" the name coming out cold and irritable.
"stop the cold act, changmin."
"i'm sorry. what was that? i need to stop acting cold and you can't stop laying on your back with your legs open? no can do. if you don't like it, please leave and ignore it."
he slides into the seat beside changmin and sighs, "i'm not perfect changmin and i can't just stop doing what i'm doing just like that. plus we need the money, it's not like there is any place that pays well to high school students."
"it's not about being perfect hyung, it's about you being here to live long enough to see graduation. and don't fucking say you'll be fine because you never know what's gonna happen when you're doing what you do. i don't care about the money hyung, i care more about your well being and if that means living on the streets, then so be it," he can hear the hurt and worry in changmin's voice and he places a hand on his dongsaeng's shoulder.
"min. . ."
"no, hyung. it hurts more than just you. how do you think i feel staring at your bruises?"
he opened his mouth to speak, but the bell rung.
"get to class, hyung. wouldn't want the teacher or your fannies to worry, yeh?"
he places a chaste kiss on changmin's lips in somewhat of an apology and makes his way out of the classroom, rushing back into his own and heading to his seat. a few minutes later, the rabbits, jaejoong and junsu come in looking slightly ruffled and overly pleased.
"good morning to you two too," he says with a smirk on his face as he watches junsu smile brighter than normal.
"morning yunnie," the rabbits they say in unison and he shakes his head.
"you both are such rabbits."
"can you blame me?" the raven haired male asks with an arm his lover's waist protectively as he gestured with the free arm to the smaller male "i have my junsu baby and his sexy ass."
"no, jaejoong-ah. . .i don't blame you," he chuckles out.
"whatever. anyway, what'd you do this weekend?" jaejoong asks him as junsu snuggles up to him and purrs.
"i did the usual. work and no play."
"i thought you were gonna stop because changmin told you to."
"i was. . .until i saw the bills."
"yunho. . .let us help you. su and i wouldn't mind it all. right baby?" the words earning an eager nod and a supportive smile from junsu.
"no. i'd feel bad, so i'll deal with this myself."
"i hope you realize how selfish you're being, yunho. . .you're hurting him. you're brother is hurting more than you will ever imagine."
"you think i don't know? well, i do. that's why it makes things harder. i only want him to have the best without worrying. even if that means getting used repeatedly in return."
"yunho. . ."
"and in the end, that's how it'll always be."
after a long silence, the teacher walks in and yunho puts his head down. he didn't bother paying much attention to the teacher's words seeing as it was all mindless mumbling to him anyway and kept his head down until a voice that's too perfect to ignore causes him to look up. he isn't disappointed once he looks up, his eyes landing on one of the sexiest males he's ever laid eyes upon: gorgeously pale skin, plump and pink lips, and gods, that collarbone. he was drooling somewhat, but he couldn't give a shit about how he looked when this man was in front of him. thoughts were running through his head at lightening speed and he could feel the tightening in his pants.
"yunnie!"
"huh?" he replied, not so intelligently.
"stop drooling. . .it's unattractive."
"can you blame me? damn that man is too fucking sexy to handle."
"seems like yunnie bear has a crush on a certain new student named park yoochun."
"i don't have a crush on him. i hardly know him and yoochun is a cute name."
"uh-huh. you don't like him, but your body is begging for him. after all, you are sporting a pretty sexy hard-on."
he blushes deeply and groans softly, tugging his shirt down in hopes of hiding the obvious tent in his pants. a whistle makes him pause and he raises an eyebrow.
"your hottie is apparently your new seat mate," his head whipped upwards at jaejoong's words and he nearly choked as yoochun walks over to him.
he examined yoochun's walk, humming slightly in approval. 'medium size strides, means he's confident, but not overly confident. posture straightened, means he's a very eloquent and proper person. slender shape and form, means he's feminine, but masculine male. mmm. . .he's must be very well endowed.' subconsciously, he licked his lips and blushed when someone cleared their throat. he looks up and blushes, jaejoong's laughter making his blush deepen before he kicks the older under the table.
"annyeonghaseyo. yunho imnida."
"pangapseumnida. yoochun imnida."
"pangapseumnida. that's jaejoong and his main squeeze, junsu."
"did you just call me a main squeeze?" junsu talks for the first time in a while and he chuckles at his expressions.
"yes, yes i did. well, you are jaejoong's main squeeze and he loves only you."
"mhm. make sure that's what you meant."
"yes sire."
the interaction almost made him forget about yoochun until he heard someone beside him getting comfortable before being nudged by jaejoong to go talk to the other.
"uhm. . .hi."
". . .hi. how are you?"
"good. you're sexy. . ." he blushes at his bluntness and resists the urge to punch the laughing jaejoong and junsu couple "i mean---"
"haha. it's fine," he gulps slightly as yoochun leans closer to him and whispers sexily into his ear "i think you're quite sexy as well yunho-ssi."
his name off yoochun's tongue and like a forbidden fruit and he couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped his lips.
"y-yoochun-ssi."
"mm. . .maybe one day i'll make you moan a lot louder than that. . .you'll be mine, jung yunho."
he clears his throat and turns back to face the couple, yoochun's words ringing in his head and making the tent in his pants return.
'gods. . .today is gonna be a looooong day.'
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i'm restarting this. . .i hope this time around, it gets better. oh and by the way, i used this picture of yoochun as a reference.
