[Fic] Dare you to move : four
Title: Dare you to Move
Pairing: Jaemin
Length: Chapter 4/10
Genre: high school AU,angst,drama
Warnings: bullying. bullying
(Plz don't hate/bash me, there has to be excessive bullying for there to be a bodyguard. :P)
Story request by rikuma, i hope you like it! <3
Summary : Changmin is the loser who everyone bullies at school. He's also the only son of the city's governor. Will an undercover bodyguard be able to protect him from everything without spilling his secret?
A/N: jaejoong's long awaited entrance hehe (i felt guilty for posting a post that wasn't actually an update so sharing this <3!)
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Previous Chapters:
| one | two | three |
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Two long years later from that day and he couldn’t say that much had changed. He was still the best student in the school, and he was still generally ignored or looked down on by the majority of his peers.
They all knew he was one of the few unfortunate that got bullied, got punished for things he didn’t do, but none of them cared enough to try and stop it or help. None of them wanted to be associated with him and get hurt themselves in the process. It was smarter to just leave Jisung and his followers their toys and focus instead on pretending he didn’t exist, only joining in out of peer pressure if the gang wanted backup or intimidation through numbers.
Even so, others laughed at him and teased him plenty. Some even hurt him a few times. Yet none ever showed him any kindness or favor. Not when he was marked and branded as the scum of the school. They had free range and permission to bully him with the knowledge they wouldn’t get in trouble for it. Just him. Along with sweet Junsu. The boy who Changmin had found out later really was attending on a full ride scholarship. Junsu’s family lived in the very same run down neighborhood Changmin’s middle school had been in. That fact had only made them closer.
Shifting gingerly in his seat, Changmin winced as the bruises running along his ribs ached. Just like the ones littering his forearms from when he’d been held down two days ago. They were all hidden under his clothes just like always so that Yoochun didn’t know about them. No one knew about them. Except for maybe Junsu who probably guessed already the reason to why he’d been throwing up in the bathroom during class time that day. Changmin hadn’t asked why Junsu was there in the bathroom himself and not in class as he should be.
But as much as he tried to hide marks or evidence if not play down those few that were visible, as ashamed and pathetic as he felt every time he lied about his day to Yoochun, as much as it almost physically hurt these days to keep up pretenses and act sunny and bright the moment he stepped off school grounds, he was starting to slip up. It was getting harder to pretend or cover up when the bullies never took a rest, always coming up with new creative ways to play with him.
He didn’t want Yoochun to know he still couldn’t protect himself. That that first day of school so long ago had not just been a one time initiation or hazing like he’d insisted until Yoochun let it drop. That nothing had changed and if anything had just gotten worse. He didn’t want to lie to Yoochun but he didn’t have to tell him all of the truth either.
He’d thought he was doing especially well these days, his grades never slipping, his report cards flawless and nothing less than outstanding. But he’d been so tired after such continual abuse. Nearly being drowned in the pool one day, and the practice dummy for Jisung to test his new boxing skills on another. He’d meant to throw away if not burn the clothes that had gotten bloodied that day, but hadn’t thought Yoochun would look in his gym bag for his uniform when he showed up after school dressed in his gym clothes.
His father must have been too busy to have the time to talk with him, or else Yoochun hadn’t reported the incident to him. Changmin could only hope it was the latter because he couldn’t forget the way Yoochun had looked at him so long and hard as he stood stupidly in his sweats, hanging his head and only able to see the way Yoochun’s fingers clutched at the handle of his opened bag, his knuckles white.
Even if Yoochun knew it all, even if he’d known all along that Changmin was still being bullied, there was nothing more he could do for him short of following him into the school and trailing him all day like a real body guard. Changmin had once wished he could do just that, but it was impossible and just the idea made him feel foolish and young.
It was his responsibility to take care of himself at school and he guessed the reason Yoochun didn’t say anything was because he was giving him a chance. Letting him chose whether to fight back or to break down and ask Yoochun for help. Yoochun was respecting his decision to keep quiet about what was going on, even if he may not know all the reasons why. He could tell that Yoochun didn’t like it, though, but Changmin was grateful for the gesture.
He didn’t want Yoochun to come to his rescue and save him like he was a child, as stupid and stubborn as that was since not only was it Yoochun’s job but he didn’t think he would even try to save himself either. It was already too set in stone and long ago become a daily normal part of his life that he accepted and bore silently. Plus he had Junsu to share his burden and comfort him without having to embarrass himself confessing to all the things he had let the bullies do to him.
Not only that, but Changmin felt the end was finally coming into sight, two more years of high school to go before he would be free at last. It would be his real chance to start over completely and he put all hopes on that future to come. For now he would just continue to study hard to ensure that he’d be able to leave all the jerks and tormentors behind. None of them smart enough to even dream of following him to university.
And he was dreaming of making it big and going far. To some famous school in America. Something they’d all be jealous of but wouldn’t be able to touch him after that. They’d have to respect him then, or at least pretend, and he’d never stop showing them just how much better he could do, just how much better he was than them.
Changmin tried to hide his smile by curling lower over his notebook, neatly patterned science equations long finished as he concentrated on doodling tiny hearts instead. Doodles that stemmed from the voice echoing those very words in his head. Yoochun bolstering him up and trying to cheer him up. The man didn’t know how much Changmin took those words to heart, how determined he was to make it all true.
He wanted to show Yoochun of course, too. To come back from America all grown up and successful. He couldn’t help but imagine how the glamour and greatness of that far off place would somehow rub off on him, would change him, and that everyone would be able to see it. They would regret and be sorry for how they’d treated him later when he left them in the dust and refused to even acknowledge them.
But he still couldn’t make up his mind if he wanted to bring Yoochun with him or not. There was the fluttering of his heart as he imagined with realistic anticipation the way Yoochun would look at him after he returned four years later. The way he must finally then see him as an equal, as someone beautiful and desirable, and it made him feel bubbly, giddy just thinking about it.
On the other hand, he didn’t think he could bear not seeing the other for four impossibly long years. Not when he’d been as close as family ever since he was a little boy. It didn’t really matter what he decided in the end, however, as he was almost certain Yoochun would comply with whatever he asked him to.
Changmin’s daydreams were interrupted as there was a loud knock on the door. It was already halfway through third period, and the room was deathly quiet as the students worked their way through page after page of equations.
He glanced up briefly to see one of the other teachers stick their heads through the door and was already turning his attention back to his doodles as their teacher answered the beckon.
Low voices and then shuffling of feet, the door sliding closed before the whispers of his classmates finally caused him to drag his eyes once more back up to look at what was going on at the front of the class.
He was shocked to find that his teacher wasn’t alone now, and that standing next to him was a dark haired boy dressed in their school uniform. And it was obvious from the class’ reaction as well as the unfamiliar face that it was a new student.
Changmin somehow tuned out what the teacher was saying as he stared at the new boy. The strap of his bag hung artfully off one shoulder, his jet black hair styled and long, brushing at his shoulders and curling around his neck even as glimmering silver piercings at his ears peeked through the silky strands.
What struck Changmin the most was his expression. Cool and defiant, looking completely unfazed by the room of thirty some students all staring at him fixedly. He said his name was Kim Jaejoong, and the bored tone of his voice couldn’t sound any more smooth and confident. As if he were completely at ease, walking down between the row of desks to the open seat at the back as if he owned the place.
Changmin didn’t dare to turn his head and watch him take his seat like all the others were doing, but before he passed out of sight he did see the way a hand came up to nonchalantly loosen the school tie and rip open the top few buttons of his white shirt.
He could hear the way his jacket was shucked off a few moments later, bag falling heavily upon the desktop without any sound of it being opened or books taken out.
The teacher was telling them to get back to work, but Changmin couldn’t see the problems on his page any longer. Too focused on listening to the scrape of a chair as Jaejoong sat, the almost uncomfortable silence of his classmates who were just aching to whisper and talk.
Because Jaejoong was so obviously different, like no one they’d ever seen. Just the single introduction and Changmin was already awed and not a little intimidated by the sharp black eyes that had swept the faces of the room before the faintest smirk had curled plump pink lips.
He was stunningly handsome, and Changmin had no doubt his good looks were half if not all the reason for his haughty air and indifferent attitude. A boy who didn’t fit in at a school but at a nightclub or bar. A boy who could charm girls with a single smile and break hearts with a word.
Changmin knew the news of Kim Jaejoong would no doubt already be school wide by lunchtime, that his classmates would gather around and crowd in on him the second the teacher left for the break between periods. They would all ask him millions of questions all at once and try to gauge what type of person he was, where he fit into their social hierarchy, and who was to be allowed to try to become his friend.
Because it was obvious he was the spoiled son of rich family, the way he looked as if the whole school thing was beneath him or a waste of time. And Changmin couldn’t help but compare, remember the way he’d shuffled and ducked before the eyes of this same class and been beaten directly into the dirt. They hadn’t even given him a chance, but were watching this new boy with glittering eyes full of things like appreciation, excitement, or greed.
He wondered if soon enough he’d gain a new tormentor, already able to guess the group Jaejoong would be ushered into, already able to guess the way he’d easily take over and direct them all like mindless puppies if he chose to. Jisung couldn’t win against him no matter how mean he was, simply for the fact that the boy was as ugly as they came. There was a different level of reverence and mindless obedience before a person who was commanding in both presence and appearance.
He didn’t have to wait long to find out. The bell rang to indicate the start of their ten minute morning break, and the class burst into noisy movement almost before the teacher was out the door. Girls gravitated to where the queen bee sat preening furiously, mirror whipped out the moment the bell had rung, before breathless squeals and giggles filled the air with gushes of ‘Jaejoong’ and ‘gorgeous’ and ‘oh my god’.
The boys took their time, stretching and waiting for another to make the first move or speak up first. It wasn’t surprising that Jisung stood up first, sauntering over to where Jaejoong sat sprawled across his chair, one ankle hooked over his knee and earbuds nestled in his ears.
The faint sound of music blaring from the tiny speakers could be heard throughout the room. An obvious rejection that showed just how much he cared about their now frowning faces and awkward elbows nudging each other.
Jisung hesitated a moment as Jaejoong bobbed his head gently to the music, eyes closed and head tilted back slightly to expose the smooth creamy skin of his neck. He looked beautiful and so incredibly untouchable. His whole posture screaming off limits and no not disturb. Which the bully chose to ignore.
Rude hands reached out to snag the cord of the head phones, jerking them out of Jaejoong’s ears and slamming his hand down on the desk to get the boy’s attention. The girls squeaked in surprise before breaking into cascades of twitters and chatter as Jaejoong ever so slowly opened big black eyes.
All eyes were on him as he blinked dreamily at the ceiling before slowly dropping his gaze down to focus on the nearly irate boy standing before him.
“You. Kim Jaejoong.” Jisung spat with that fake angry tone that came before he went off an a scolding rampage. “Who do you think you are to walk in here like that without paying proper respect?”
His first tactic was always an attack, to test and see if the other would be intimidated or bend under his fire. But Jaejoong merely leveled a dark stare at him, not uttering a word in response, and Jisung’s buddies crowded up around him in support. They looked nervous and not a little unsure of how to deal with the cool silent air of the new boy.
Jisung crossed his arms. “Fine. You seem like you know what you’re doing. Just to let you know you don’t want to get in with the wrong crowd here. I’m offering you an easy way in to save you all the trouble of making the wrong choice.” The others nodded around him solemnly, but still Jaejoong didn’t speak.
Changmin was sure all of them were as baffled and unsure as he was himself, as that face seemed to be some sort of mask, literally impossible to read what he was thinking as not a single emotion showed on his face.
“I’d like to welcome you to my group, then. I’m Jisung.” It was almost astounding how quickly and easily Jisung went from threatening to accepting the boy who hadn’t even said a single word or hardly moved for that matter. He was staring at Jisung as if he was trying to read him, able to see something there, and in an attempt to break the awkward heaviness cramping the air, Jisung compulsively reached out to fist bump Jaejoong friendlily in the shoulder.
His reaction was instantaneous, almost too fast to follow as his hand flew up to grab Jisung’s wrist, twisting his arm around and flying to his feet all in a single fluid movement.
He pinned his arm painfully to his back as he leaned in close to the grimacing boy’s face. Not an expression flitted over Jaejoong’s face as he spoke clear and calm into the dead quiet of the classroom.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” His voice was cold. Controlled and empty. A long second in which he stared into Jisung’s eyes, the latter nodding frantically and making a small pained noise as Jaejoong released his arm.
He knocked roughly against Jisung’s shoulder as he walked by him, giving him one last long lingering look, a warning, before sweeping out of the room without a glance back.
Jaejoong didn’t return even after the bell had rung the start of class, and a fuming nearly livid Jisung sat down heavily in his seat beside Changmin. Changmin tried to make himself as unoffensive and quiet as possible, hunching over his notes like always as the history lesson began.
He could feel the bad energy radiating off of the boy, and just waited for the moment he’d boil over and turn to take out his embarrassed fury on the first willing body: Changmin.
It happened even before the class had gotten through no more than ten minutes. His hand flying up along with a demure cough to get the teacher’s attention. Changmin wasn’t expecting the boy’s excuse to be that Changmin looked horribly faint and pale and that he’d volunteer to accompany him to the nurse’s office.
The teacher turned an eye to Changmin who sat stricken in his seat, sure that the blood had drained from his face to leave it convincingly pallid, and nodded approval before returning to the book spread open in his hands. Jisung took hold of Changmin’s upper arm and elbow in a death grip, lifting him bodily and steering him towards the door purposefully.
Changmin couldn’t do anything but stumble along beside him, trying to match his furious pace as they walked down the empty hallway, droning voices reading and reciting in the classrooms they passed sounding like something so far away, something he wished he could be doing rather than marching straight for some sort of painful beating.
He wasn’t surprised when they walked right past the nurse’s office and around the corner to the stairs. Up four flights and then he was being dragged out the door to the roof. It was a chilly day, sky slate grey and building itself slowly into a bulge ready to pour rain. It was the first time the other had brought him here and Changmin had no idea what he was thinking of doing. It wasn’t like he could push him off the roof or something.
But as Jisung continued to drag him forward, right over to the edge of the wall, Changming couldn’t suppress the tinge of apprehension, the nearly heart stopping question of a what if? Or a why not?
He was helpless to stop the small sound of fear that gusted out with the rest of the air in his lungs as Jisung easily shoved him onto his chest face first halfway over the wall. His head, shoulders, and upper body were leaning precariously out over the edge, hair falling into his eyes and his glasses slipping off his face to gracefully sail down six stories to smash to little pieces on the cement so far below.
One of Jisung’s hands was curled around Changmin’s hip to keep him in place, but the other fisted the back of his shirt behind his neck to push his head firmly down as far as he could reach. Changmin’s own hands scrabbled blindly at the edge of the wall, trying to hang on and pull himself back to safety.
“Stop struggling or I’ll let go.” Jisung snarled threateningly, his left hand slipping away from Changmin’s hip slightly in warning, his body slipping forward a centimeter which felt like a foot and Changmin froze with his fingers just barely curled on the edge.
He squeezed his eyes closed as seeing the drop before him hanging nearly upside down was making his head spin and his stomach rise suffocatingly to fill his chest. He struggled to fight the way his whole body was screaming for him to fight and hang on.
“Jisung, please! Please let me up!” He begged, more terrified that Jisung would overestimate the position in his anger and accidentally push him just a bit too far more than he intended. Just a bit too far so that he couldn’t pull him back up in time.
He knew the other was just trying to scare him, to make himself feel powerful and in control, and Changmin was ready to do whatever the other boy wanted to make it stop. Whatever Jisung needed to make himself feel like he wasn’t a pathetic nobody that just got walked all over on by a new student.
“Shut up.” Jisung said angrily, his own body pressed against Changmin’s from behind. Changmin didn’t know what freaked him out more, the fact that he was hanging off the roof where with just a slip he could plummet to his death or the fact that holding power over Changmin’s very life like this was making Jisung hard.
He bit his lip and focused on his own short panicked breaths as the other boy’s hand sneaked around his waist to the front of his pants, crudely feeling him through the material. Changmin bit back a cry of protest, unable to fight him off in this position and not quite able to believe that the other would want to do such a thing now, to go to such an extreme as this.
Sexual harrassment wasn’t anything new to him, he’d been forced to suck the other boys off countless times, but never had they touched him like this, never had he been humiliated to this level, never had his life ever been threatened at any point in time. He felt like throwing up, panic and denial making his head light as Jisung pressed closer, rubbing against him pervertedly, his breath already going ragged.
Changmin didn’t know what about the situation could possibly turn the other on, but he could only focus on inching his fingers more tightly around the edge of the wall, holding on more tightly as he tried to shift himself backwards. The wall cut into his stomach and it hurt to breathe, but he managed to slip just a bit more of his body towards the roof side of the wall.
Jisung felt him moving back and groped him tightly in response, growling a low curse. His fingers fumbled with the button of Changmin’s pants.
“Fucker. Eager, aren’t you?”
Changmin didn’t care what he thought, didn’t care what he did as long as he got his feet back on solid ground first. Then he would deal with the way Jisung seemed about ready to rape him.
But before Jisung could do anything else, before Changmin could pull himself another inch back to safety, another voice suddenly cut through the air.
“Yah. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Jisung’s body went tense and rigid against him even as Changmin’s own heart stilled, eyes slowly opening to stare unseeingly at the ground that was a grey blur so far below. It was none other than Jaejoong’s voice, and hearing it now he didn’t know if the feeling filling him up was relief or shame at being found in such a position.
Jisung’s hand moved away from his pants to clutch once more at his hip instead, moving back away from him slightly as he turned to look at the other boy.
“Don’t think I wont push him over. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
Jaejoong was silent for a while, then the sound of a few soft footsteps coming towards them.
“Stop.” Jisung commanded. His voice was no longer tight with anger or low with breathy threats, but back to his usual bossy confident tone. “Just stay where you are. You made me look bad in front of everyone. I didn’t appreciate that. At all.”
There was a faint snort from Jaejoong. Something like contempt or probably disbelief that someone like Jisung actually existed, but Jisung continued easily as if he hadn’t heard. He was leaning his hips heavily against Changmin’s ass as if it were the wall, and Changmin was sure the posture looked downright wrong and vulgar. He didn’t know anymore if the heat blossoming on his cheeks was from the blood rushing to his head by hanging upside down or from shamed embarrassment.
“Who are you, then?” Jisung prodded.
Jaejoong sighed. “No one you need to worry about, kid. Now let him go before something bad happens.”
“Who are you to tell me what to do?” Jisung sneered. “No one would miss his sorry ass anyway.” He pushed down against Changmin’s shoulders as he spoke and Changmin’s right hand slipped from where his aching fingers had been barely holding on.
He whimpered in fear as his body lurched slightly, closing his eyes and curling as best he could around the wall, but at least Jisung’s body pressing into his own was still holding him back. He didn’t feel like he was actually going to fall yet, just his whole body was too tired to hold on much longer and he didn’t think Jisung would catch him.
“I’m not here to steal your position, stop acting like a dick.” Jaejoong spoke calmly, bored, as if dumbing his words down to talk to a stupid child who didn’t understand he was not actually trying to take away his favorite toy. “Stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.”
Changmin’s body was shaking and he wished they’d let him down first before they worked out their issues and fought over positions. But whatever passed between them that he couldn’t see must have done something, because suddenly Jisung’s hands were curling around his waist and chest, tugging him backwards at last fully onto the roof.
His legs gave out then, and he sank to his knees, pressing his forehead to the wall and hiding his face from the two behind him as he thankfully caught his breath. He didn’t even have the energy to hate the touch of Jisung’s hand as he pet his hair roughly, condescendingly, like he was an animal that had performed well.
He didn’t know if they said anything else to each other, too wrapped up in his own world, but when he finally had gathered himself enough to lift his head at last, he was all alone on the roof and it was drizzling. The misty wetness felt like soft kisses on his cheeks, and he sighed the last of the tension from his body.
He had no idea how much time had passed, but he knew he had to return to class even though all he felt like doing at the moment was finding Junsu and tickling him until the infectious dolphin laughter exploded in his ears, a sound he knew would envelop and ease away all of the remaining dull heaviness lingering depressingly inside of him.
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