[Fic] My First Pages (yunjae ver.)
Title: My first Pages
Author: Pokky
Lenght: One-shot
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Smut.
Pairing: Yunjae, one-sided ChangminXJaejoong
Summary: "This was when my nightmare began, but instead, I called it my Fairytale..."
Notes: In this fic, Yunho is a rocker who plays guitar, dyes his hair and has a piercing somewhere on his face xD
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My First Pages
Fairytales. They were born to make humans wonder beyond reality, beyond what made a man a human. Every fairytales begin with a slight sense of sadness to it, not the happiness the characters were seeking. Then, the cruel turn comes. They fight for what they believe to be true, gaining trust from others, learning friendship... And surely, even always, they find it. Her mother told him this when he was 6 years old. He wanted this too. A story that he will start to write after and before he finds his 'fairytale'. Something that will belong to him and to the person whom he'd give anything to. But this way of thinking started to partially fade when her mother passed away due to a lung cancer. He was aged 11.
*
The sun was up in the middle of the sky, giving extra warmth to the park. He was swinging on the lonely swing by himself, letting the burning sun tan his white skin, as he thought about things he missed more than anything; His old bedroom, his old house, his old neighborhood, his old friends.. and his mother. He wondered why things suddenly changed. He was happy back then, and now, why wasn't he anymore?
"Hey..." He looks up and the other boy sits next to him, on the other swing. "I see you here alone every time I come by. Are you new around here?"
This was the first time someone he didn't know came and talked to him ever since he got there. It's not that he didn't care, but he did not want to make new friends. In his head, he was still hoping that his father would return to their old lives. He only finds himself being able to nod. "Call me Yunho. I'm 13, and you?" The other boy says, a silly grin plastered on his small face, he noted.
"... 12." He only said, not wanting to state his name, neither wanting to be rude.
"I see..." Yunho suddenly stood up, standing in front of him. "Since you don't want to tell me your name, I'll call you Boojae!" Yunho said with all his consciousness, pointing at him. Boojae... well, this was a silly nickname, but considering his 'real' name was Jaejoong, Boojae could be okay. He didn't say anything, just stared back with wide doe eyes that showed slight annoyance at the other boy. "Ok, Boojae. I am afraid that from now on, we are friends."
‘You don't go around talking to strangers and then become friends right away. And naming them, at that. This boy is an eternal idiot...’ He thought. Though, at this moment, he found it hard to hide the smirk that was tickling his lips.
"Kim Jaejoong." He said, his voice as low as a whisper could go, but the other boy heard and smiled, showing his adorable crooked teeth. It was the name his mother had wanted to grace him with.
"Well, Kim Jaejoong, from now on, I'll call you Boojae!"
*
He was sitting there with Yunho again, like every saturday after school since a year already. Somehow, Yunho had persuade him to skip his last class, giving them more time to spend with each other. And it didn't bother him so much, since today was the last day of school before summer vacations.
"Wanna come over tonight? My mom's making japanese curry and she knows you love it." His back was pressed against Yunho's, his empty scrapbook page on his lap, pencil at hand. Yunho had stopped the stroking on his guitar, waiting for an answer. He looked up at the green leaves and sighed briefly.
"I can't tonight... My dad wants me to meet someone 'important'." He said sadly, looking forward himself to eat with Yunho's family and somewhere behind his consciousness, staying by Yunho's side. Along that thought, he drew a round face. The sound of the guitar was heard again.
"And.. who is this lucky person who gets to meet you?" Jaejoong rolled his eyes at this, knowing well that Yunho probably knew he just did so.
"... I don't know. All I know is that it's a boy your age... Dad said he turned 15 this February, like you." He took his eraser and got rid of the only thing on the paper, leaving it all white again. How he wished he wouldn't have to meet this 'important person'. ".. Say... Why did you make friends with me from all people?" He asked, more to change the subject than for his personal information. He heard Yunho chuckle.
"Because I thought you were beautiful." Jaejoong blushed and his heart skipped a beat at this.
".. Kidding!.. Yunho exclaimed, It's.. well.. because when I first saw you, I knew we were at the same wavelenght.. well something like that. I thought that we weren't that different and we could get along easily... To tell the truth, I'm not quite sure of the answer myself.."
Yunho put his guitar aside, leaning against his back so that their head could make a comfortable contact. ".. And to tell the truth, I don't think I'll ever regret it." Jaejoong was too overwhelmed, he couldn't even move. Until this afternoon, something had unknowningly changed in him.
*
".. This is my son, Changmin. He was studying in America for 2 years and he came back home only yesterday. I am sure he is pleased to meet your son. Changmin, this is Youngw~"
"Jaejoong." He interrupted, making his father smack his shoulder.
"Youngwoon! Don't be impolite! Kangta-shii, I am really sorry for my son's bad behaviour. He is normally calm and respectful... I don't know what has gotten into him since we came here. I am truly really sorry." Jaejoong sighed and looked at the son of his father's boss. Well, he was really tall, and looked nice enough to talk to. He was dressed casually and there was this strange aura around him. 'The aura of an intellectual', Jaejoong thought. He couldn't be that bad.. Maybe he would try to be friends with him too.
*
"He's not here tonight again and I am really disappointed because I was looking forward to be more close friends with him, Hyukjae-shii." Changmin said, with an all but genuine sad smile.
"It's his birthday today and he rather spends it with Yunho..." Hyukjae muttered. "You even came all the way here to see him."
"Yes, but it does not really matter. I'm more concerned of his well-being." Changmin said, frowning a bit. "I am afraid that Yunho-shii has bad intentions towards Youngwoon..." He continued, winning a confused look from his crush's father. 'It's so easy to manipulate stupid people.' "See, this Yunho-shii has pierced his inferior lip last friday."
"What?!"
"Hyukjae-ajushi.. I don't want Youngwoon to turn out like him too. There are a lot of bad rumours running about Yunho-shii. He smokes, he drinks, he doesn't go to all of his classes. He also doesn't have any friends beside Youngwoon. I just want to let you know that I wouldn't want anything bad to happen or to influence my friend."
*
"I don't trust that Changmin dude." Yunho broke the silence, as they were staring at the black autumn sky, lying on their backs on the long grass of Yunho's mother's garden. Jaejoong took a glance at Yunho with his confused eyes.
"Why not? Changmin is really nice." He said.
"That's what everyone thinks, but I'm sure he's not. Since he came in the picture, your father had been mostly strict about you not seeing me too often. I think it's because of him. Remember when he started the rumour about me smoking on school grounds? He can't be trusted." Yunho justified his point, waiting for Jaejoong to answer him somehow.
"I know he's not the type of person to do that.." Jaejoong replied, earning puppy eyes from Yunho. He chuckled, pinching his friend's nose in the process. He turned to his side to face Yunho, who has returned to stare at the sky. "But.. Why is he starting all those rumours about you?" He asked.
Yunho took a deep intake of cold air. "I wish I knew."
*
"Youngwoon, why are you always with Yunho-shii and not with me?" Changmin asked, faking a pout and letting go of his pen. Changmin was staying at his place to help Jaejoong with his homeworks.
Jaejoong turned to face the older and taller boy and looked shamefully down.
"Because.. because he is my best friend..." Jaejoong answered, though he knew what Changmin meant by the question.
".. Does he know your father hit you because of him?" Jaejoong jerked his head up to stare at Changmin, who was slightly smirking. Changmin calmly approached Jaejoong and when he was near enough, he raised his hand to brush Jaejoong's bruised arm. "... Does he know all the pain you go through just to see him?" Changmin smirked, the smirk of a crooked man.
Jaejoong winced at the touch and pushed the older boy away. "Changminah...?" Jaejoong asked, frightened by this side of Changmin he did not know of. He took a step back.
"Oh, this is so delighting." Changmin chuckled, forcefully taking Jaejoong by his wrists. ".. And you can't do anything about it. If you complain to your father, he wouldn't believe you and if you start to be too annoying with me, I can make my dad fire yours. I guess life favours me more than you... So, what homework did you need help with again?"
*
"Hey.. Why the long face, Boojae? It's been almost two weeks since we didn't see and talk to each other, with Changmin always by your side at school... I thought you'd be happy to see me.." Yunho faked his puppy eyes, making Jaejoong smile and hit Yunho's forehead playfully.
"You shouldn't have come to my house by the window... Even though my dad is away, it's still.."
"It's still Christmas tomorrow and you don't want to be left here alone." Yunho interrupted and went to pick up a cookie on the plate that was on Jaejoong’s desk.
"Um.. yes.. but that is not the point I wanted to justify... I meant that my father might get angry again if he finds out.. I wouldn't be able to see you for a more longer time.." Jaejoong bit his lip and looked shamefully down. Yunho smiled.
"You missed me?" Yunho asked, grinning heart-warmingly, walking to stand face-to-face to him. Jaejoong avoided Yunho’s stare, looking down at his feet. Trying to free his clouded mind from the sudden nervousness, he clumsily tried to reach the cookie plate with his hands, but instead, a loud thud was heard and he found the many cookies spread all over the floor.
"Oops." Jaejoong bent down to clean his mess, but his forehead met Yunho’s own, and they both let small groans of pain escape their mouths.
"Boojae!! Sorry! Are you okay?" Jaejoong heard Yunho say and laugh, though his head was still ringing from the brusque contact. He felt Yunho’s fingers on his small injury and opened his eyes slowly. Yunho’s face was mere centimetres apart from him, but his vision was a bit blurry. When it cleared up a bit, a blush crept up his face as he noticed how serious Yunho’s features had become.
‘It doesn’t hurt so bad and it’s not his fault.. I hope he doesn’t think I am mad at him because of that..’ Jaejoong inwardly thought, not understanding why Yunho seemed so.. not Yunho.Staring carefully at his friend's face, he noticed he found it quite attractive, the black lip-piercing on Yunho's handsome face. He noted that Yunho’s eyes were having a fixation on his lips. He silently watched as Yunho’s fingers traced a path down to brush them. He shivered.
‘What is the link between my forehead and my lips?’ Jaejoong thought, confusion winning his mind. He wanted to ask his friend what was wrong, but when Yunho hesitantly moved his head towards him and slowly closed his eyelids, Jaejoong finally understood. He didn’t know how to react, neither why he felt like jelly. But something inside him made a movement before he could even question himself if it was wrong or right. He approached himself until he could feel the tip of Yunho’s nose on his own and the warm metallic lip ring. He could hear both of their hearts beating quite hard.
Yunho titled his head slightly to the right and their lips finally met.
Even if this act was new to him, Jaejoong immediately responded to Yunho’s kiss. He felt light-headed, but not confused. He was scared, thinking about his father’s obvious anger and Changmin’s threatening words, but something screamed he wanted Yunho, and the other teen obviously wanted him too.
Jaejoong rested his hands on Yunho’s thighs, curling his fingers at the feelings the kiss was offering them.
Yunho’s hands cupped Jaejoong’s left cheek, as he took the frail younger body by his other free arm, bringing Jaejoong’s body and his to touch. Jaejoong lifted his hands for them to rest on Yunho’s strong chest.
Yunho had wanted this since the very beginning of their friendship. At first, he didn’t understand what he felt for this boy. He thought it was due to his growing hormones, but soon realised it was more than just anything physical.
He gently broke the kiss, taking Jaejoong in his arms. The younger one rested his head on the crook of Yunho’s neck, his breath tickling Yunho’s skin. Jaejoong eagerly sank into his warmth, forgetting everything that his father and Changmin told him.
He will tell Yunho everything. About his uncertain mind, about his bruises, about what Changmin tried to do.
Yunho pecked Jaejoong’s head. No words were worth saying at this moment. He always knew, now or later, they would both fall insanely in love.
*
"… Yunho…" Jaejoong whispered gracefully into the silent night, his body tangled on the bed with his lover, who was nibbling and leaving butterfly kisses on his neck. Jaejoong’s wrists were in Yunho’s grip, on each side of his shoulders.
"… And they fell in love, for.. the first time." Yunho whispered the rest of the story, trailing his kisses up to Jaejoong’s nose. He then went to lick Jaejoong’s lower lip. ".. and for the first time.." He pressed a peck onto them. "… they made love.." Yunho laid on top and freed Jaejoong’s wrists, letting his hand wander under Jaejoong’s shirt, sensually touching the soft skin.
Yunho knew everything now. He knew Jaejoong was hit by his father whenever he would hear words about them two from Changmin. He knew Changmin wanted Jaejoong for himself. He knew all this would have happened, but he loved Jaejoong and he wanted to keep his loved one forever. And they were both willing to sacrifice whatever there was to preserve their growing love. He felt so full of joy, after what felt like an eternity of not seeing his lover. And this specific night, they were both ready to give and to take.
".. Yunho-ah.." Jaejoong whispered timidly, tugging on Yunho’s shirt. Jaejoong blushed deeply, trying to hide his discomfort. His pants were getting a lot tighter. Yunho understood and chuckled slightly. This wasn’t their first time involving erections, but anytime this would occur, Jaejoong would always tug at Yunho’s shirt and blush like there was no tomorrow.
Jaejoong groaned and pleaded Yunho with his eyes to take his pants off, which Yunho complied, zipping off Jaejoong’s black pants. Jaejoong slowly kicked his pants off, showing more of his white skin in a slow, erotic motion. He never was one to play sensual, but this was their first time. He didn’t want Yunho to think that he didn’t wanted to. He sat up, taking his t-shirt off in the process and threw it on Yunho’s bedroom floor.
Once Jaejoong was only left with his boxers on, he blushed as Yunho was staring at his naked flesh. Jaejoong pouted at Yunho and shyly tried to hide his body. He heard a low chuckle from Yunho and the bed shifted, as Yunho stripped himself in front of his vision. Jaejoong didn’t know if Yunho was playing with his mind, the black haired teen letting his hands softly unbuttoning his white blouse off, revealing his toned chest.
Jaejoong forced himself to close his eyes, letting out a small groan as he slid his boxers off, his manhood shyly erected. Yunho joined Jaejoong, climbing on the bed as Jaejoong took him into a tight embrace, both sitting on the bed. . Their naked skins were burning, craving to feel more than just what they already experienced together.
Yunho took Jaejoong’s mouth into his, putting his tongue to meet up with his Boojae's. Jaejoong sat up on his knees and held Yunho’s shoulders. He wrapped his thighs around Yunho’s hips, slowly grinding his erection against Yunho’s stomach and hardened cock. They both moaned at the pleasurable friction, breaking the languid kiss.
It was like an erotic lap-dance, grinding and grinding as their pants started to increase and their cocks throbbing for more excitement. Jaejoong’s movements became harder and faster, wishing for more than just only touching.
Love. It was written all over their bodies and mind. It was a new world for them both to discover and learn. It was quite a frightening word. Love, so it was. Everything seemed perfect.. the day, the weather, the time, their vows... It was all like a new page they were willing to turn.
Shifting from the bed slightly, Yunho stood up, detaching himself from the blonde's strong thighs, ignoring Jaejoong's whining and protests. He hastily opened his small drawer, knowing exactly where the bottle of lube he just bought was. He returned to the bed and chuckled when Jaejoong almost jumped into him. He sat back on Yunho's laps, kissing his lover's cheek. He heard a bottle being opened and turned his head towards the sound. He saw the lube coating up three of Yunho's fingers. He slightly gulped, meeting up with Yunho's sweet, but very horny eyes.
Jaejoong suddenly sighed as those three lubed fingers worked their ways to his virgin asshole. He gulped again, sensing a cold liquid-like substance rubbing and pressing at his tight entrance. Two of Yunho's digits slowly went in, making him shiver and shift from the alien feeling. He gripped Yunho’s shoulders tighter and tried to get used to having something invade his insides. He knew what was to come, and he knew Yunho was much bigger than three fingers.
This was killing Yunho. His neglected member was twitching madly and he felt as if he would cum anytime soon. Only having Jaejoong like this made him lose all self resistance and control. He slid his third finger in, trying to create a scissoring motion while keeping himself from moaning at the tightness that was his lover. He watched as Jaejoong shyly slid his hand down to his groin and massaged the head. He groaned and smiled, watching the blush forming on his lover’s cheeks.
The sensations of having something invade his asshole were quite pleasuring. The slight pain dried off a bit and Jaejoong decided he liked it. His hand playing with Yunho’s shaft, leaking with pre-cum, hot and hard, he liked it too. And imagining that inside of him made him shiver and suppress a moan. He whimpered as the fingers slid off and stared at Yunho, pleading he wanted more with his eyes.
Remaining in the same position, Jaejoong licked his lips, helping Yunho coat up his length from tip to end. Yunho groaned, Jaejoong’s fingers not helping to calm the irregular beatings of his heart. "Jaejoong…" He moaned deeply, already guiding his dick to the younger’s entrance. With all the dirty dreams he’d had of fucking Jaejoong senseless lingering his mind all at the same time, he couldn’t tell if he’d be able to pleasure Jaejoong enough. He pressed in.
Jaejoong shot his eyes closed, holding Yunho’s neck tightly. He felt it sliding inside, he felt it twitch, he felt it going deeper and deeper. It didn’t hurt as much as he’d expected it to, but pain was still slightly present. He liked it. Feeling that Yunho had stopped all movement and realising that his ass had completely wrapped up Yunho’s manhood, he hurried himself to move up slowly and went back down.
This sudden but nice movement made Yunho’s pants increase. He was experiencing such a wonderful thing, he forgot to even rock his dick up. And he did, following the slow pace that Jaejoong had created. He felt a knot on his stomach and rocked too hard, making his Boojae sharply cry. But it was of pleasure, he knew.
Yunho repeated the same motion again, his length impatiently screaming for release, his mind in a complete state of sex-craving. He breathed something that even he didn’t understand and he cried, reaching his orgasm.
Cumming this way was too much for Yunho and he collapsed alone, his back hitting the soft bed. He panted and his breath was uneven, the good sensations still present in his whole body, Jaejoong’s ass still surrounding his limped penis.
Jaejoong gasped as he felt Yunho’s sperm explode in him and his lover collapse. But he was still not satisfied, his groin twitching uncomfortably. He watched Yunho beneath him, and gave him a small pout and he blushed. Yunho was simply gorgeous. He just had to wonder when the hell did he have time to work on defining his abs and muscular body.
He wasn’t used to this kind of situation, but calculated that it would be better if he just continued to try and pleasure himself. He lowered his hands to cup both of Yunho’s thighs and placed his knees around Yunho’s waist. He lowered his head, bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes from shyness. Then, he slid up and moaned, as he slid back down.
Yunho silently watched his lover, feeling his penis growing hard again. He loved it.
He loved to see his Boojae riding him so sensually and so innocently. He loved the way Jaejoong blushed and parted his lips to moan deeply each time that his prostate would be hit.
He loved everything.
*
The night was warmer than the day. A storm was about to be declared, he knew it. The air was cold, but their body warmth was enough for him. Yunho was cuddling him, and he accepted all of the comfort the other was giving him. Lately, Yunho’s garden seemed to be their only shelter from everything ugly in their world.
No words were needed to be spoken, as they held each other, exposed to the wariness of the sky. The time they spent together like this was poorly limited. The clearer the sky became, the shorter the time was left. Oh.. how they wished they were timeless.
But it was just the start of their own story.
This was Jaejoong’s and Yunho's fairytale, and they voluntarily decided to turn the next pages together.
End.
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Author's note: This fic originally belonged to another fandom, but I wrote it a long time ago... And I sort of modified it too, xD As for Changmin being the mean guy, well, I thought it fit well with him.. ^-^ Hope you guys enjoyed reading it!
Author: Pokky
Lenght: One-shot
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Smut.
Pairing: Yunjae, one-sided ChangminXJaejoong
Summary: "This was when my nightmare began, but instead, I called it my Fairytale..."
Notes: In this fic, Yunho is a rocker who plays guitar, dyes his hair and has a piercing somewhere on his face xD
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My First Pages
Fairytales. They were born to make humans wonder beyond reality, beyond what made a man a human. Every fairytales begin with a slight sense of sadness to it, not the happiness the characters were seeking. Then, the cruel turn comes. They fight for what they believe to be true, gaining trust from others, learning friendship... And surely, even always, they find it. Her mother told him this when he was 6 years old. He wanted this too. A story that he will start to write after and before he finds his 'fairytale'. Something that will belong to him and to the person whom he'd give anything to. But this way of thinking started to partially fade when her mother passed away due to a lung cancer. He was aged 11.
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The sun was up in the middle of the sky, giving extra warmth to the park. He was swinging on the lonely swing by himself, letting the burning sun tan his white skin, as he thought about things he missed more than anything; His old bedroom, his old house, his old neighborhood, his old friends.. and his mother. He wondered why things suddenly changed. He was happy back then, and now, why wasn't he anymore?
"Hey..." He looks up and the other boy sits next to him, on the other swing. "I see you here alone every time I come by. Are you new around here?"
This was the first time someone he didn't know came and talked to him ever since he got there. It's not that he didn't care, but he did not want to make new friends. In his head, he was still hoping that his father would return to their old lives. He only finds himself being able to nod. "Call me Yunho. I'm 13, and you?" The other boy says, a silly grin plastered on his small face, he noted.
"... 12." He only said, not wanting to state his name, neither wanting to be rude.
"I see..." Yunho suddenly stood up, standing in front of him. "Since you don't want to tell me your name, I'll call you Boojae!" Yunho said with all his consciousness, pointing at him. Boojae... well, this was a silly nickname, but considering his 'real' name was Jaejoong, Boojae could be okay. He didn't say anything, just stared back with wide doe eyes that showed slight annoyance at the other boy. "Ok, Boojae. I am afraid that from now on, we are friends."
‘You don't go around talking to strangers and then become friends right away. And naming them, at that. This boy is an eternal idiot...’ He thought. Though, at this moment, he found it hard to hide the smirk that was tickling his lips.
"Kim Jaejoong." He said, his voice as low as a whisper could go, but the other boy heard and smiled, showing his adorable crooked teeth. It was the name his mother had wanted to grace him with.
"Well, Kim Jaejoong, from now on, I'll call you Boojae!"
*
He was sitting there with Yunho again, like every saturday after school since a year already. Somehow, Yunho had persuade him to skip his last class, giving them more time to spend with each other. And it didn't bother him so much, since today was the last day of school before summer vacations.
"Wanna come over tonight? My mom's making japanese curry and she knows you love it." His back was pressed against Yunho's, his empty scrapbook page on his lap, pencil at hand. Yunho had stopped the stroking on his guitar, waiting for an answer. He looked up at the green leaves and sighed briefly.
"I can't tonight... My dad wants me to meet someone 'important'." He said sadly, looking forward himself to eat with Yunho's family and somewhere behind his consciousness, staying by Yunho's side. Along that thought, he drew a round face. The sound of the guitar was heard again.
"And.. who is this lucky person who gets to meet you?" Jaejoong rolled his eyes at this, knowing well that Yunho probably knew he just did so.
"... I don't know. All I know is that it's a boy your age... Dad said he turned 15 this February, like you." He took his eraser and got rid of the only thing on the paper, leaving it all white again. How he wished he wouldn't have to meet this 'important person'. ".. Say... Why did you make friends with me from all people?" He asked, more to change the subject than for his personal information. He heard Yunho chuckle.
"Because I thought you were beautiful." Jaejoong blushed and his heart skipped a beat at this.
".. Kidding!.. Yunho exclaimed, It's.. well.. because when I first saw you, I knew we were at the same wavelenght.. well something like that. I thought that we weren't that different and we could get along easily... To tell the truth, I'm not quite sure of the answer myself.."
Yunho put his guitar aside, leaning against his back so that their head could make a comfortable contact. ".. And to tell the truth, I don't think I'll ever regret it." Jaejoong was too overwhelmed, he couldn't even move. Until this afternoon, something had unknowningly changed in him.
*
".. This is my son, Changmin. He was studying in America for 2 years and he came back home only yesterday. I am sure he is pleased to meet your son. Changmin, this is Youngw~"
"Jaejoong." He interrupted, making his father smack his shoulder.
"Youngwoon! Don't be impolite! Kangta-shii, I am really sorry for my son's bad behaviour. He is normally calm and respectful... I don't know what has gotten into him since we came here. I am truly really sorry." Jaejoong sighed and looked at the son of his father's boss. Well, he was really tall, and looked nice enough to talk to. He was dressed casually and there was this strange aura around him. 'The aura of an intellectual', Jaejoong thought. He couldn't be that bad.. Maybe he would try to be friends with him too.
*
"He's not here tonight again and I am really disappointed because I was looking forward to be more close friends with him, Hyukjae-shii." Changmin said, with an all but genuine sad smile.
"It's his birthday today and he rather spends it with Yunho..." Hyukjae muttered. "You even came all the way here to see him."
"Yes, but it does not really matter. I'm more concerned of his well-being." Changmin said, frowning a bit. "I am afraid that Yunho-shii has bad intentions towards Youngwoon..." He continued, winning a confused look from his crush's father. 'It's so easy to manipulate stupid people.' "See, this Yunho-shii has pierced his inferior lip last friday."
"What?!"
"Hyukjae-ajushi.. I don't want Youngwoon to turn out like him too. There are a lot of bad rumours running about Yunho-shii. He smokes, he drinks, he doesn't go to all of his classes. He also doesn't have any friends beside Youngwoon. I just want to let you know that I wouldn't want anything bad to happen or to influence my friend."
*
"I don't trust that Changmin dude." Yunho broke the silence, as they were staring at the black autumn sky, lying on their backs on the long grass of Yunho's mother's garden. Jaejoong took a glance at Yunho with his confused eyes.
"Why not? Changmin is really nice." He said.
"That's what everyone thinks, but I'm sure he's not. Since he came in the picture, your father had been mostly strict about you not seeing me too often. I think it's because of him. Remember when he started the rumour about me smoking on school grounds? He can't be trusted." Yunho justified his point, waiting for Jaejoong to answer him somehow.
"I know he's not the type of person to do that.." Jaejoong replied, earning puppy eyes from Yunho. He chuckled, pinching his friend's nose in the process. He turned to his side to face Yunho, who has returned to stare at the sky. "But.. Why is he starting all those rumours about you?" He asked.
Yunho took a deep intake of cold air. "I wish I knew."
*
"Youngwoon, why are you always with Yunho-shii and not with me?" Changmin asked, faking a pout and letting go of his pen. Changmin was staying at his place to help Jaejoong with his homeworks.
Jaejoong turned to face the older and taller boy and looked shamefully down.
"Because.. because he is my best friend..." Jaejoong answered, though he knew what Changmin meant by the question.
".. Does he know your father hit you because of him?" Jaejoong jerked his head up to stare at Changmin, who was slightly smirking. Changmin calmly approached Jaejoong and when he was near enough, he raised his hand to brush Jaejoong's bruised arm. "... Does he know all the pain you go through just to see him?" Changmin smirked, the smirk of a crooked man.
Jaejoong winced at the touch and pushed the older boy away. "Changminah...?" Jaejoong asked, frightened by this side of Changmin he did not know of. He took a step back.
"Oh, this is so delighting." Changmin chuckled, forcefully taking Jaejoong by his wrists. ".. And you can't do anything about it. If you complain to your father, he wouldn't believe you and if you start to be too annoying with me, I can make my dad fire yours. I guess life favours me more than you... So, what homework did you need help with again?"
*
"Hey.. Why the long face, Boojae? It's been almost two weeks since we didn't see and talk to each other, with Changmin always by your side at school... I thought you'd be happy to see me.." Yunho faked his puppy eyes, making Jaejoong smile and hit Yunho's forehead playfully.
"You shouldn't have come to my house by the window... Even though my dad is away, it's still.."
"It's still Christmas tomorrow and you don't want to be left here alone." Yunho interrupted and went to pick up a cookie on the plate that was on Jaejoong’s desk.
"Um.. yes.. but that is not the point I wanted to justify... I meant that my father might get angry again if he finds out.. I wouldn't be able to see you for a more longer time.." Jaejoong bit his lip and looked shamefully down. Yunho smiled.
"You missed me?" Yunho asked, grinning heart-warmingly, walking to stand face-to-face to him. Jaejoong avoided Yunho’s stare, looking down at his feet. Trying to free his clouded mind from the sudden nervousness, he clumsily tried to reach the cookie plate with his hands, but instead, a loud thud was heard and he found the many cookies spread all over the floor.
"Oops." Jaejoong bent down to clean his mess, but his forehead met Yunho’s own, and they both let small groans of pain escape their mouths.
"Boojae!! Sorry! Are you okay?" Jaejoong heard Yunho say and laugh, though his head was still ringing from the brusque contact. He felt Yunho’s fingers on his small injury and opened his eyes slowly. Yunho’s face was mere centimetres apart from him, but his vision was a bit blurry. When it cleared up a bit, a blush crept up his face as he noticed how serious Yunho’s features had become.
‘It doesn’t hurt so bad and it’s not his fault.. I hope he doesn’t think I am mad at him because of that..’ Jaejoong inwardly thought, not understanding why Yunho seemed so.. not Yunho.Staring carefully at his friend's face, he noticed he found it quite attractive, the black lip-piercing on Yunho's handsome face. He noted that Yunho’s eyes were having a fixation on his lips. He silently watched as Yunho’s fingers traced a path down to brush them. He shivered.
‘What is the link between my forehead and my lips?’ Jaejoong thought, confusion winning his mind. He wanted to ask his friend what was wrong, but when Yunho hesitantly moved his head towards him and slowly closed his eyelids, Jaejoong finally understood. He didn’t know how to react, neither why he felt like jelly. But something inside him made a movement before he could even question himself if it was wrong or right. He approached himself until he could feel the tip of Yunho’s nose on his own and the warm metallic lip ring. He could hear both of their hearts beating quite hard.
Yunho titled his head slightly to the right and their lips finally met.
Even if this act was new to him, Jaejoong immediately responded to Yunho’s kiss. He felt light-headed, but not confused. He was scared, thinking about his father’s obvious anger and Changmin’s threatening words, but something screamed he wanted Yunho, and the other teen obviously wanted him too.
Jaejoong rested his hands on Yunho’s thighs, curling his fingers at the feelings the kiss was offering them.
Yunho’s hands cupped Jaejoong’s left cheek, as he took the frail younger body by his other free arm, bringing Jaejoong’s body and his to touch. Jaejoong lifted his hands for them to rest on Yunho’s strong chest.
Yunho had wanted this since the very beginning of their friendship. At first, he didn’t understand what he felt for this boy. He thought it was due to his growing hormones, but soon realised it was more than just anything physical.
He gently broke the kiss, taking Jaejoong in his arms. The younger one rested his head on the crook of Yunho’s neck, his breath tickling Yunho’s skin. Jaejoong eagerly sank into his warmth, forgetting everything that his father and Changmin told him.
He will tell Yunho everything. About his uncertain mind, about his bruises, about what Changmin tried to do.
Yunho pecked Jaejoong’s head. No words were worth saying at this moment. He always knew, now or later, they would both fall insanely in love.
*
"… Yunho…" Jaejoong whispered gracefully into the silent night, his body tangled on the bed with his lover, who was nibbling and leaving butterfly kisses on his neck. Jaejoong’s wrists were in Yunho’s grip, on each side of his shoulders.
"… And they fell in love, for.. the first time." Yunho whispered the rest of the story, trailing his kisses up to Jaejoong’s nose. He then went to lick Jaejoong’s lower lip. ".. and for the first time.." He pressed a peck onto them. "… they made love.." Yunho laid on top and freed Jaejoong’s wrists, letting his hand wander under Jaejoong’s shirt, sensually touching the soft skin.
Yunho knew everything now. He knew Jaejoong was hit by his father whenever he would hear words about them two from Changmin. He knew Changmin wanted Jaejoong for himself. He knew all this would have happened, but he loved Jaejoong and he wanted to keep his loved one forever. And they were both willing to sacrifice whatever there was to preserve their growing love. He felt so full of joy, after what felt like an eternity of not seeing his lover. And this specific night, they were both ready to give and to take.
".. Yunho-ah.." Jaejoong whispered timidly, tugging on Yunho’s shirt. Jaejoong blushed deeply, trying to hide his discomfort. His pants were getting a lot tighter. Yunho understood and chuckled slightly. This wasn’t their first time involving erections, but anytime this would occur, Jaejoong would always tug at Yunho’s shirt and blush like there was no tomorrow.
Jaejoong groaned and pleaded Yunho with his eyes to take his pants off, which Yunho complied, zipping off Jaejoong’s black pants. Jaejoong slowly kicked his pants off, showing more of his white skin in a slow, erotic motion. He never was one to play sensual, but this was their first time. He didn’t want Yunho to think that he didn’t wanted to. He sat up, taking his t-shirt off in the process and threw it on Yunho’s bedroom floor.
Once Jaejoong was only left with his boxers on, he blushed as Yunho was staring at his naked flesh. Jaejoong pouted at Yunho and shyly tried to hide his body. He heard a low chuckle from Yunho and the bed shifted, as Yunho stripped himself in front of his vision. Jaejoong didn’t know if Yunho was playing with his mind, the black haired teen letting his hands softly unbuttoning his white blouse off, revealing his toned chest.
Jaejoong forced himself to close his eyes, letting out a small groan as he slid his boxers off, his manhood shyly erected. Yunho joined Jaejoong, climbing on the bed as Jaejoong took him into a tight embrace, both sitting on the bed. . Their naked skins were burning, craving to feel more than just what they already experienced together.
Yunho took Jaejoong’s mouth into his, putting his tongue to meet up with his Boojae's. Jaejoong sat up on his knees and held Yunho’s shoulders. He wrapped his thighs around Yunho’s hips, slowly grinding his erection against Yunho’s stomach and hardened cock. They both moaned at the pleasurable friction, breaking the languid kiss.
It was like an erotic lap-dance, grinding and grinding as their pants started to increase and their cocks throbbing for more excitement. Jaejoong’s movements became harder and faster, wishing for more than just only touching.
Love. It was written all over their bodies and mind. It was a new world for them both to discover and learn. It was quite a frightening word. Love, so it was. Everything seemed perfect.. the day, the weather, the time, their vows... It was all like a new page they were willing to turn.
Shifting from the bed slightly, Yunho stood up, detaching himself from the blonde's strong thighs, ignoring Jaejoong's whining and protests. He hastily opened his small drawer, knowing exactly where the bottle of lube he just bought was. He returned to the bed and chuckled when Jaejoong almost jumped into him. He sat back on Yunho's laps, kissing his lover's cheek. He heard a bottle being opened and turned his head towards the sound. He saw the lube coating up three of Yunho's fingers. He slightly gulped, meeting up with Yunho's sweet, but very horny eyes.
Jaejoong suddenly sighed as those three lubed fingers worked their ways to his virgin asshole. He gulped again, sensing a cold liquid-like substance rubbing and pressing at his tight entrance. Two of Yunho's digits slowly went in, making him shiver and shift from the alien feeling. He gripped Yunho’s shoulders tighter and tried to get used to having something invade his insides. He knew what was to come, and he knew Yunho was much bigger than three fingers.
This was killing Yunho. His neglected member was twitching madly and he felt as if he would cum anytime soon. Only having Jaejoong like this made him lose all self resistance and control. He slid his third finger in, trying to create a scissoring motion while keeping himself from moaning at the tightness that was his lover. He watched as Jaejoong shyly slid his hand down to his groin and massaged the head. He groaned and smiled, watching the blush forming on his lover’s cheeks.
The sensations of having something invade his asshole were quite pleasuring. The slight pain dried off a bit and Jaejoong decided he liked it. His hand playing with Yunho’s shaft, leaking with pre-cum, hot and hard, he liked it too. And imagining that inside of him made him shiver and suppress a moan. He whimpered as the fingers slid off and stared at Yunho, pleading he wanted more with his eyes.
Remaining in the same position, Jaejoong licked his lips, helping Yunho coat up his length from tip to end. Yunho groaned, Jaejoong’s fingers not helping to calm the irregular beatings of his heart. "Jaejoong…" He moaned deeply, already guiding his dick to the younger’s entrance. With all the dirty dreams he’d had of fucking Jaejoong senseless lingering his mind all at the same time, he couldn’t tell if he’d be able to pleasure Jaejoong enough. He pressed in.
Jaejoong shot his eyes closed, holding Yunho’s neck tightly. He felt it sliding inside, he felt it twitch, he felt it going deeper and deeper. It didn’t hurt as much as he’d expected it to, but pain was still slightly present. He liked it. Feeling that Yunho had stopped all movement and realising that his ass had completely wrapped up Yunho’s manhood, he hurried himself to move up slowly and went back down.
This sudden but nice movement made Yunho’s pants increase. He was experiencing such a wonderful thing, he forgot to even rock his dick up. And he did, following the slow pace that Jaejoong had created. He felt a knot on his stomach and rocked too hard, making his Boojae sharply cry. But it was of pleasure, he knew.
Yunho repeated the same motion again, his length impatiently screaming for release, his mind in a complete state of sex-craving. He breathed something that even he didn’t understand and he cried, reaching his orgasm.
Cumming this way was too much for Yunho and he collapsed alone, his back hitting the soft bed. He panted and his breath was uneven, the good sensations still present in his whole body, Jaejoong’s ass still surrounding his limped penis.
Jaejoong gasped as he felt Yunho’s sperm explode in him and his lover collapse. But he was still not satisfied, his groin twitching uncomfortably. He watched Yunho beneath him, and gave him a small pout and he blushed. Yunho was simply gorgeous. He just had to wonder when the hell did he have time to work on defining his abs and muscular body.
He wasn’t used to this kind of situation, but calculated that it would be better if he just continued to try and pleasure himself. He lowered his hands to cup both of Yunho’s thighs and placed his knees around Yunho’s waist. He lowered his head, bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes from shyness. Then, he slid up and moaned, as he slid back down.
Yunho silently watched his lover, feeling his penis growing hard again. He loved it.
He loved to see his Boojae riding him so sensually and so innocently. He loved the way Jaejoong blushed and parted his lips to moan deeply each time that his prostate would be hit.
He loved everything.
*
The night was warmer than the day. A storm was about to be declared, he knew it. The air was cold, but their body warmth was enough for him. Yunho was cuddling him, and he accepted all of the comfort the other was giving him. Lately, Yunho’s garden seemed to be their only shelter from everything ugly in their world.
No words were needed to be spoken, as they held each other, exposed to the wariness of the sky. The time they spent together like this was poorly limited. The clearer the sky became, the shorter the time was left. Oh.. how they wished they were timeless.
But it was just the start of their own story.
This was Jaejoong’s and Yunho's fairytale, and they voluntarily decided to turn the next pages together.
End.
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Author's note: This fic originally belonged to another fandom, but I wrote it a long time ago... And I sort of modified it too, xD As for Changmin being the mean guy, well, I thought it fit well with him.. ^-^ Hope you guys enjoyed reading it!