[fic] The reunion (chapter 10)
Title: The reunion
Pairing: Jaemin (main)
Warnings: language, drugs, not much really
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: The two boys were childhood friends, but a reunion was not always that sweet
CHAPTER 10
"Hyung, I'll try again, different book! listen to me! Listen to me!"
The older boy sighed, swirled his wheeled study chair around and looked at the younger boy who was holding a book with hopeful eyes. "Just once more, okay? I should do my math.”
"Okay.” The boy took a deep breath. “Whe…. When…a… em…a… man…. Eja.. choo? Culates, he’ll rele…ase sper…m… Uh this one is hard I’ll change… oh this one this one! … copu…lation… is-”
“Minnie-ah, do you understand what you’re reading....?”
“No, later Hyung, lateeerrr…”
“Uhm… you don’t need to. Let’s change that book, okay?” He snatched ‘Human Reproduction’ from the younger boy’s hand and gave him ‘The princess and the frog’ instead.
Smile appeared on Jaejoong's lips as the sweet flashback stung his eyes.
A box of CN blue's new releases had arrived this morning, and he was on his task to arrange the copies one by one into the display rack, a monotonous job that allowed him to daydream while doing it. His shift was already ended and little Minho had went home earlier, but he felt responsible to finish the job before leaving.
Three weeks had passed since they experienced the tragedy, and Changmin had been struggling to crawl up from the dark valley he had fallen to. Sometimes Jaejoong found him with puffed eyes, and even cried in a bad dream, but by the end of the second week such state were nowhere to be found. The painter had actually started to do something for himself- painted, cleaned the house, even went to convenience store. Few times, he even made jokes or uttered those memorable snarks. Jaejoong was so happy he could cry right at the spot when he did that.
Jaejoong began to think whether it was time to decrease the frequency of his visits, after all he didn’t want to constantly bug the painter with his persistence. However truthfully, it was him who needed those visits. He missed the other guy every night, and not seeing him for just one day was a big torture. He had missing the younger guy for years, and at the moment, anything he had done seemed like never enough.
“Hard worker.” Someone tugged his hair, and he thought it was part of a daydream to see his tanned beloved there beside him, both hands were inside his pocket.
“C-Changmin! You surprise me!” He looked around nervously, seeing anything but Changmin’s face was the only way to keep him composed. “Aish, too bad Minho has left…”
Changmin snickered, raising one of his eyebrows. “Too bad?” He showed those cute lines of teeth and received a light smack on the arm as a reply.
Jaejoong faked ignorance and continued his task, squatting to arrange the content of the lower rack. “Why are you here…?”
“Junsu’s campus is near, I went to a festival there.”
Jaejoong did the task faster. “Ah… come to think of it, you guys haven’t met for quite a long time. You guys must have shouted at each other.” He smiled, honestly missing the short-tempered guy as well.
“Seeing him dressed as Godzilla was a once in a lifetime experience, that’s why I came. But look at this!” Changmin stretched his arm right in front of the older guy’s nose, showing a streak of bruised skin along it.
“Yah, how do you get that..!?”
“I fell, he jumped on me!!”
Jaejoong exploded in laughter, the mental image of a Godzilla-suited Junsu jumped at Changmin was too amusing. “Jumped on you like what…?”
“Like jumped on me! That stupid duckbutt.”
“Like a glomp? Aww… he missed you.” He saw a curl of gentle smile on Changmin’s lips. “Maybe he just couldn’t say it.”
“Nah, this time he said it aloud in public…” The painter chuckled. “It took two popsicles and multiple slaps to calm him down.”
Jaejoong covered his mouth and laughed so hard till his tummy ached. “You guys better be my pets, too cute.”
“Eww, he’d make a horrible pet. Junsu always has this… weird behavioral change once in a while. I think it's PMS.”
All CDs had been arranged into the racks when Jaejoong’s cell phone vibrated, receiving a text message. Speaking about the devil:
-I can trust you, right…? He’s really important to me. I trust you, okay? Love you, Joongie. Love you love you so much-
“Uh… yeah. He’s PMS-ing.” Jaejoong concluded with deep red face and gleeful grin.
“Eh, he texted you…?” The painter tried to take a peek but Jaejoong quickly hid the phone inside his pocket.
“Noit’sfromafriendofmine. By the way are you going to wait for Eriko…? He tried to change the subject.
“No, I came to pick you up actually.”
“Pick me up?”
“Or walk you home or whatever.”
Jaejoong swore his inner organs were jelly-ficating. Hey, it had been a while. “Changmin…”
“Hurry up, I’ll get your bag.” Changmin rushed to the employee’s locker near the counter and grabbed Jaejoong’s bag (which surprised him, for the painter actually remembered in which locker Jaejoong liked to keep his bag). He slang the bag around his shoulder as if it was his own and waited the older guy before the exit door.
They walked side by side, not talking to each other, until they reached the bus stop and halted there.
Glancing from the corner of his eyes, Jaejoong finally broke the silence. “Uhm… is there anything wrong…?”
Changmin focused on the passing buses while twirling the metal buckles of the older guy’s bag. “Not really… why?”
“You pick me up.”
“Is that wrong?”
“No… but it’s unusual.”
“Well, you didn’t show up for 3 days… that's also unusual.”
“Oh…” Jaejoong wondered if Changmin knew that that decision for not coming was actually the result of coin-flipping game he did three days in a row. He wanted to meet Changmin so bad, logic prohibited him and flipping coin didn’t give much help. “Uhm.. actually I’m planning to go there today, after work…”
“Really? Oh that’s the bus. My house, right?”
He also wondered why world reacted so fast to something he had just decided few seconds before.
They took seats, the awkward atmosphere lingered. Being together inside one room and being side by side in the open air (or bus, furthermore with Jaejoong’s bag sprawled comfortably on Changmin’s lap) felt strangely different.
Jaejoong wondered (again) whether it was because Changmin actually didn’t want him to come. Seriously he wondered a lot.
“………Will I bother you…?” He tried to confirm.
“My tummy, to be exact.”
“………What does that mean?”
“There’s no way I’ll let you leave before cooking something, right. My tummy is grumbling just by imagining it.”
Jaejoong chuckled, punching the younger guy lightly on his arm. “… You rubber belly.”
And the next minutes didn’t feel too awkward anymore.
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Changmin never locked the door, was something the other guy already knew. Thanks to the not quite safe habit, he could roam around freely inside the apartment room during the last 3 weeks. What surprised him was that the painter didn’t lock it even when he left the house.
“Minnie, it’s really dangerous to leave your room unlocked…”
“Well, the biggest danger here I can think about is Junsu and I already know how to get rid of him.”
Jaejoong scoffed and shook his head, knowing he couldn't change the stubborn head.
During the last three weeks, he came everyday to check Changmin's condition, brought him food or cooked something simple with his mini stove. Sometimes he cleaned the house or brought Changmin's clothes to the laundry. Sometimes he just came to find that the younger guy was sleeping, so he would spend hours to adore the sleeping face before leaving.
But this time none of those tasks could he do, so he tried to talk a lot to make everything less awkward.
“Oh, I’ve tasted that!" He quickly commented upon seeing Changmin drank a small cup of Tahitian noni juice from the fridge. "My mom gave me that once. It was traumatizing, how could you drink it and stay stoic?”
Changmin replied the amazement with a proud smile. “I’ve got used to this, Junsu forced me to drink this regularly.” He gulped some more.
“It tastes like shit!" astonished, he approached Changmin and watched him drink the horrible liquid from his side.
“Hmm…” Holding a mouthful of noni juice inside his mouth, Changmin turned to Jaejoong and covered the parted mouth with his own, causing the blond to swallow the weirdly sour liquid in reflect, few leaked from the corner of his lips. “Still tastes like shit…?”
"A.......a.....a....." of course, Jaejoong forgot the taste of the damn noni, he even forgot how to stop his jaw from hanging open.
Changmin smiled in satisfaction seeing such reaction. He took a bottle of orange juice and drank the content, “Omo, stone-spell, here’s the antidote.…” , and passed the orange juice with another mouth to mouth action before the older guy managed to overcome the shock.
"C-C-Changmin... w-w-w-what’s on your mind…? Jaejoong finally regained his voice and brushed the trickles of noni and orange juice from his face and neck groggily.
The taller guy held his hands and walked backwards, drawing him closer with both persuasive and challenging manner until the bed's edge bumped against Changmin’s legs, prompting him to sit on the bed while the other guy stood in front of him, making quite a ridiculous distance and unable to hide his nervousness.
“What..?" The blond glanced away. His knees froze, didn't know how to react.
Changmin moved his grip to Jaejoong's arms, pulled him and trapped the guy’s legs between his own. With face at the same level as Jaejoong’s stomach, eyes focused on the texture of Jaejoong’s shirt, he slowly caressed the slim waist that was displayed within meaningless inches, the impudent hand instinctively descended along the side of Jaejoong's hip.
“Hey… Changmin…...!”
The hand returned to the waist with a slight brush against his ass on the way.
"Changmin..!" Jaejoong's yelp was too weak to be called a protest. He shivered when Changmin guiltlessly looked up, making him encountered those round brown eyes which were staring at him dazzlingly.
Changmin moved his claim from Jaejoong's waist to his hand, tugging it slightly as he asked,
"Hyung, do you want me..?"
Jaejoong swore he almost got a heart attack.
It was similar to how a kid tugged his mom’s hand for candies, but instead of waiting for approval, this kid insolently undid the last button on Jaejoong's shirt. "Say you want me..." He continued to unbutton in reverse order, his eyes refused to leave Jaejoong's. "I'll be gentle, I promise..."
His tone was nothing like demanding, nor seducing.
Jaejoong grabbed Changmin’s hand, delaying it from undressing him completely. "… w-why suddenly…?"
Changmin brought Jaejoong’s hand to his lips as a respond. He nudged his nose against the older guy’s bare abdomen before brushing his entire face features against it, shutting his eyes in comfort as the warm, soft and supple skin and its faint smell of soap relaxed him. He then left a trail of light pecks, one, two, three, the last was a lick in Jaejoong's navel, causing the blond to hiss quietly.
“You’ve been through a lot, I want to make you feel good… no, I want us to feel good…” He kissed Jaejoong’s palm, his fingers, the inner part of his arm, in such needy demeanor. Jaejoong was on the verge of losing sanity already.
“I’ll be a hypocrite to say that I don’t want it..." He flicked the strands of hair from the younger guy’s forehead and let out a nervous sigh. “But we know we’ll both regret it afterward, right..?”
Ignoring the second statement, Changmin got up and continued to undo the rest of Jaejoong’s buttons, letting the interfering fabric slid down his shoulder, revealing a beautiful display of flawless white skin and pink nipples before he proceeded to get rid of his own T-shirt top and tossed it away.
“Minnie… you…” Jaejoong blushed seeing the gorgeous tanned skin and perfect toned lines of muscles, not overdid, just perfect.
“This time we won’t regret it. Don't run away.", warned the painter, before pulling Jaejoong into his embrace, both exposed skin was able to share each other’s warmth, heartbeat and pulsating veins. The latter felt it was just one of his dreams when Changmin's lips calmed his trembling ones, sucking him slowly, slowly, until his uncertainty and disbelief go away, answering his longing, his affection, his restrained passion. Jaejoong wanted more proves that the heat was real, that this delicious taste inside his mouth was real, so he explored back, deeper, savaging the warm and slick tongue and every corner eagerly, thoroughly. Moans and whimpers escaped and he felt Changmin smiled against his mouth. The next thing he knew they were entangling on the bed, roving every inch of each's bare skin with palms, fingers, tongue and every sensory properties possible, passionately yet timidly as if it was a way to learn about each other for the very first time.
Jaejoong noticed that every time he nibbled Changmin's earlobe the guy would release a desperate mewl that sounded like a melody to his ear, and grind against him harder. He learned that Changmin enjoyed the area around his waist a little too much and shamelessly showed adoration towards his nipples, while Jaejoong couldn't stop his obsession towards Changmin's slender neck and the curve of his pecs muscles. He traced it down to the line of the younger guy's belt, undid his pants and slipped a hand to claim the heated hardness.
Changmin's hip tensed and wiggled erotically in the possession of Jaejoong's touch, eyes lost in unbearable pleasure, mouthing incoherent begs and God's name in vain with voice that was too weak to be above whisper.
"Hyung... Nnhh… faster…..."
More than granting the request Jaejoong pulled down Changmin's pants and threw it aside, the gorgeous long legs and proud erection were then displayed in front of his face, one of the most beautiful sights he could ever ask for in life.
"Hyung... you make me nervous..." Changmin tilted Jaejoong's chin, interrupting his moment of fascination towards that certain body part.
Jaejoong chuckled shyly as Changmin traced his lower lip with his index finger. "You?? nervous..?" He licked Changmin's finger and inserted it into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it seductively. Changmin groaned, fighting back the urge to touch himself.
"Stupid, isn't it...? I feel like a virgin..."
Jaejoong burst out laughing, making Changmin blushed even redder. He ascended to kiss the painter, two pecks and deep kiss on the third, hands placed on either side of Changmin's face. "My Changmin..." he stated, seeking refusal and distaste in the younger guy, only to find nothing but a joyous smile.
"I’m all yours." Changmin answered with half lidded eyes, stirring Jaejoong's hand to his chest.
Spine shivered, he savored Changmin's lips once more before traveling downward, leaving soft bites along the way.
"Hyung, you…….. ah…....!." Changmin gasped in surprise when Jaejoong's mouth claimed his beating hardness, strangely didn't see that coming. He tensed and writhed and purred as his breath accelerated in every plopping sound Jaejoong produced on the tip of his shaft.
"Hyu- ahh...nnh..."
"Do you like it..?" Jaejoong asked in between sucks and strokes.
"... So much, oh God... you're so... Nnhh...
"Tell me how you like it..."
"Inside you... Hyung, I-I want to be inside you..."
Answering such plea, Jaejoong crawled upward only to have his neck ravished hungrily and pants unbuckled in a short moment of time. The younger guy’s skillful gesture to get rid of clothing had always amazed him.
“Uh… Minnie… Do you have a…?”
Changmin stopped, looked like thinking about something and shifted to the bed’s side to reach something handy on the floor.
“…This…?” He showed a bottle of painting oil.
Few moments of silence had passed before Jaejoong explode in laughter. Changmin giggled embarrassedly, face red and about to shrunk.
“Seriously!?”
“Hyung, you’re making me nervous again!”
“B-but… you’ve tried it before, right…?”
Changmin just prompted Jaejoong to lie on his back and spread his legs. “Uhm… no, honestly.” Without wasting time, he oiled a finger and made an initial entrance into Jaejoong’s hole as slow as he could.
When the older guy gasped and trembled in a rather different way than pleasure, Changmin quickly withdrew his finger.
“Hyung.” Something was wrong. “You’re not a virgin, right?”
Jaejoong only bit his lips.
“Oh God.” Changmin immediately placed curing kisses around his inner thigh, his member, his entrance. “Is it hurt…?”
“I’m okay, … please… don’t stop…”
“Hyung, why don’t you tell me that… oh God… this is your first time, it’s me, is it okay…?”
“I want it to be you… please… I’m not really clueless about these things anyway…”
Changmin paused for a moment before he ran his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair. “… Look at me. Never leave my eyes, okay? Look at me.”
The eye contact didn’t broke even when a warm and slick finger entered the blond, and when the second finger made its way a soft gasp released was immediately overcame by Changmin’s overwhelming kiss. Jaejoong whimpered inside Changmin’s mouth, louder when he felt something heated stretched him wider.
“Hyung… I’m inside you now…” The painter’s brown orbs and accelerated breaths were intense against him as those words felt so right.
Sweat and tear trickled down Jaejoong’s cheek. He clutched Changmin’s hair hard, half fighting back the stabbing pain, half wondering why he wished for it to be endless, as the comforting wetness of Changmin’s mouth explored his own. The feeling of their body connected in the most intimate way, the scenery of Changmin losing his sense on top of him, how his muscles beautifully tensed and veins beat, his erotic moans, were something even heaven couldn’t offer.
Jaejoong’s body bounced and contracted as every thrust always aimed his sensitive spot, making him squealed, wiggled in indescribable pleasure, begging the other guy to be deeper.
“…Oh God, Hyung…” Changmin couldn’t help but tasting that entire sweaty surface greedily as the heat of Jaejoong’s tight cave swallowed him in every friction he made.
“Nnhh…. Say my name, Min.…”
“J-Jaejoong Hyung…”
“Jaejoong… say Jaejoong…”
“Sshh…. Ahh… Jaejoong…”
Everything was so perfect; moments passed with only moans filled the air as they gradually headed towards their peak.
“I… I’m so close Min….”
“Kiss me…”
Their lips sealed each other’s scream as they both reach climax, and after that Jaejoong knew that people’s sayings about how your mind goes blank when having orgasm didn’t apply to him. Even when Changmin squirted inside him, filled him with his seed and went limp on top of him, he couldn’t stop thinking that the other guy was nothing but a pure and beautiful being.
His Changmin.
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A smell of soap tickled Jaejoong’s nose, forcing him to open his heavy eyelids and noticed Changmin’s scent all over him. Something stole his sight before he managed to adjust his vision any better.
Changmin was sitting with legs extended beside him, all fresh and fully dressed, twirling his own handmade rabbit doll Joongjoong between his fingers. Jaejoong caught a brief moment of Changmin examining the doll, which soon interrupted for he noticed that the blond had awoken, and switched his attention to him instead.
“Sleepyhead…” He teased, poking Jaejoong’s cheek with the rabbit doll. The latter was lost in a moment of admiration before he regained the long lost self awareness.
“H-How do you get that…!?” Heartbeats hammered against Jaejoong’s ribcage.
“This…?” Changmin referred to Joongjoong. “From your bag… I dig it to know if you bring extra clothes. You can use mine, though.” He put the doll back to Jaejoong’s bag, and Jaejoong mentally cursed himself.
“Changmin….” Don’t you remember that…? Don’t you remember something you held so dear, that you made by yourself…? “Don’t you………”
“Hmm?”
“Don’t you…..…… want to have breakfast…?”
Stupid as always, Kim Jaejoong. You haven’t turned any better even after losing your virginity to the most perfect guy possible.
Changmin lashed a wide grin and ruffled the older guy’s hair. “Can you even walk?”
Jaejoong blushed hard, bending his legs and planting his forehead against his knees. “…Uh…” Now that the other guy reminded him, he did feel sore there.
“Heh. Let me guess. Around 100-110 per minute.” The painter grabbed Jaejoong's wrist and while looking at his wristwatch, pressing three digits vertically on it.
“Huh…? What?” Jaejoong frowned, attempting to withdraw his hand.
Changmin waited until 15 seconds while mouthing numbers. “Wait. 27 times 4… 108, see, I’m right.”
“What’s that??”
“Your heartbeat at the moment. Normal is around 60-80 per minute, while yours is 108. Hyung, living like this is not good for your health…”
“Yah!! Changmin…!!” Jaejoong grabbed a pillow and lashed it at the younger guy who was grinning victoriously before pulling him into a hug. The heartbeat increased, probably more than 108. “Minnie, you said it’s not good for my health…” Still, he smiled against Changmin’s shoulder.
“I didn’t do it too hard last night, but don’t go home if you’re not feeling well. I have to go now. ”
“Where?”
“Busan. Yoochun gave me some keys at the hospital, our house’s keys. He told me to check the place.”
“Minnie…. you’re going to be okay?”
“… I guess…” The brown orbs suddenly watered. The sorrow couldn’t leave that easily, no matter how Changmin had tried to act like normal. Jaejoong already knew this; he massaged the other guy’s hand and wiped the tears, showing love and concern.
“Oh Minnie…”
“I can’t be pathetic for too long, Hyung.” Changmin released him and got up, looking for his shoes. He eventually found them and proceeded to the exit door.
“Hey… do you want me to accompany you?”
“I want you to be a good boy and stay here.” The brunette puckered his lips as a goodbye before leaving.
As the door slammed shut, Jaejoong decided something. The next time he saw Changmin, he would reveal everything.
{TO BE CONTINUED}
A/N: hahaha two last chapter were lovey dovey , I hope I don't bore anyone xD the plot itself will continue in the next chapter xD
Pairing: Jaemin (main)
Warnings: language, drugs, not much really
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: The two boys were childhood friends, but a reunion was not always that sweet
CHAPTER 10
"Hyung, I'll try again, different book! listen to me! Listen to me!"
The older boy sighed, swirled his wheeled study chair around and looked at the younger boy who was holding a book with hopeful eyes. "Just once more, okay? I should do my math.”
"Okay.” The boy took a deep breath. “Whe…. When…a… em…a… man…. Eja.. choo? Culates, he’ll rele…ase sper…m… Uh this one is hard I’ll change… oh this one this one! … copu…lation… is-”
“Minnie-ah, do you understand what you’re reading....?”
“No, later Hyung, lateeerrr…”
“Uhm… you don’t need to. Let’s change that book, okay?” He snatched ‘Human Reproduction’ from the younger boy’s hand and gave him ‘The princess and the frog’ instead.
Smile appeared on Jaejoong's lips as the sweet flashback stung his eyes.
A box of CN blue's new releases had arrived this morning, and he was on his task to arrange the copies one by one into the display rack, a monotonous job that allowed him to daydream while doing it. His shift was already ended and little Minho had went home earlier, but he felt responsible to finish the job before leaving.
Three weeks had passed since they experienced the tragedy, and Changmin had been struggling to crawl up from the dark valley he had fallen to. Sometimes Jaejoong found him with puffed eyes, and even cried in a bad dream, but by the end of the second week such state were nowhere to be found. The painter had actually started to do something for himself- painted, cleaned the house, even went to convenience store. Few times, he even made jokes or uttered those memorable snarks. Jaejoong was so happy he could cry right at the spot when he did that.
Jaejoong began to think whether it was time to decrease the frequency of his visits, after all he didn’t want to constantly bug the painter with his persistence. However truthfully, it was him who needed those visits. He missed the other guy every night, and not seeing him for just one day was a big torture. He had missing the younger guy for years, and at the moment, anything he had done seemed like never enough.
“Hard worker.” Someone tugged his hair, and he thought it was part of a daydream to see his tanned beloved there beside him, both hands were inside his pocket.
“C-Changmin! You surprise me!” He looked around nervously, seeing anything but Changmin’s face was the only way to keep him composed. “Aish, too bad Minho has left…”
Changmin snickered, raising one of his eyebrows. “Too bad?” He showed those cute lines of teeth and received a light smack on the arm as a reply.
Jaejoong faked ignorance and continued his task, squatting to arrange the content of the lower rack. “Why are you here…?”
“Junsu’s campus is near, I went to a festival there.”
Jaejoong did the task faster. “Ah… come to think of it, you guys haven’t met for quite a long time. You guys must have shouted at each other.” He smiled, honestly missing the short-tempered guy as well.
“Seeing him dressed as Godzilla was a once in a lifetime experience, that’s why I came. But look at this!” Changmin stretched his arm right in front of the older guy’s nose, showing a streak of bruised skin along it.
“Yah, how do you get that..!?”
“I fell, he jumped on me!!”
Jaejoong exploded in laughter, the mental image of a Godzilla-suited Junsu jumped at Changmin was too amusing. “Jumped on you like what…?”
“Like jumped on me! That stupid duckbutt.”
“Like a glomp? Aww… he missed you.” He saw a curl of gentle smile on Changmin’s lips. “Maybe he just couldn’t say it.”
“Nah, this time he said it aloud in public…” The painter chuckled. “It took two popsicles and multiple slaps to calm him down.”
Jaejoong covered his mouth and laughed so hard till his tummy ached. “You guys better be my pets, too cute.”
“Eww, he’d make a horrible pet. Junsu always has this… weird behavioral change once in a while. I think it's PMS.”
All CDs had been arranged into the racks when Jaejoong’s cell phone vibrated, receiving a text message. Speaking about the devil:
-I can trust you, right…? He’s really important to me. I trust you, okay? Love you, Joongie. Love you love you so much-
“Uh… yeah. He’s PMS-ing.” Jaejoong concluded with deep red face and gleeful grin.
“Eh, he texted you…?” The painter tried to take a peek but Jaejoong quickly hid the phone inside his pocket.
“Noit’sfromafriendofmine. By the way are you going to wait for Eriko…? He tried to change the subject.
“No, I came to pick you up actually.”
“Pick me up?”
“Or walk you home or whatever.”
Jaejoong swore his inner organs were jelly-ficating. Hey, it had been a while. “Changmin…”
“Hurry up, I’ll get your bag.” Changmin rushed to the employee’s locker near the counter and grabbed Jaejoong’s bag (which surprised him, for the painter actually remembered in which locker Jaejoong liked to keep his bag). He slang the bag around his shoulder as if it was his own and waited the older guy before the exit door.
They walked side by side, not talking to each other, until they reached the bus stop and halted there.
Glancing from the corner of his eyes, Jaejoong finally broke the silence. “Uhm… is there anything wrong…?”
Changmin focused on the passing buses while twirling the metal buckles of the older guy’s bag. “Not really… why?”
“You pick me up.”
“Is that wrong?”
“No… but it’s unusual.”
“Well, you didn’t show up for 3 days… that's also unusual.”
“Oh…” Jaejoong wondered if Changmin knew that that decision for not coming was actually the result of coin-flipping game he did three days in a row. He wanted to meet Changmin so bad, logic prohibited him and flipping coin didn’t give much help. “Uhm.. actually I’m planning to go there today, after work…”
“Really? Oh that’s the bus. My house, right?”
He also wondered why world reacted so fast to something he had just decided few seconds before.
They took seats, the awkward atmosphere lingered. Being together inside one room and being side by side in the open air (or bus, furthermore with Jaejoong’s bag sprawled comfortably on Changmin’s lap) felt strangely different.
Jaejoong wondered (again) whether it was because Changmin actually didn’t want him to come. Seriously he wondered a lot.
“………Will I bother you…?” He tried to confirm.
“My tummy, to be exact.”
“………What does that mean?”
“There’s no way I’ll let you leave before cooking something, right. My tummy is grumbling just by imagining it.”
Jaejoong chuckled, punching the younger guy lightly on his arm. “… You rubber belly.”
And the next minutes didn’t feel too awkward anymore.
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Changmin never locked the door, was something the other guy already knew. Thanks to the not quite safe habit, he could roam around freely inside the apartment room during the last 3 weeks. What surprised him was that the painter didn’t lock it even when he left the house.
“Minnie, it’s really dangerous to leave your room unlocked…”
“Well, the biggest danger here I can think about is Junsu and I already know how to get rid of him.”
Jaejoong scoffed and shook his head, knowing he couldn't change the stubborn head.
During the last three weeks, he came everyday to check Changmin's condition, brought him food or cooked something simple with his mini stove. Sometimes he cleaned the house or brought Changmin's clothes to the laundry. Sometimes he just came to find that the younger guy was sleeping, so he would spend hours to adore the sleeping face before leaving.
But this time none of those tasks could he do, so he tried to talk a lot to make everything less awkward.
“Oh, I’ve tasted that!" He quickly commented upon seeing Changmin drank a small cup of Tahitian noni juice from the fridge. "My mom gave me that once. It was traumatizing, how could you drink it and stay stoic?”
Changmin replied the amazement with a proud smile. “I’ve got used to this, Junsu forced me to drink this regularly.” He gulped some more.
“It tastes like shit!" astonished, he approached Changmin and watched him drink the horrible liquid from his side.
“Hmm…” Holding a mouthful of noni juice inside his mouth, Changmin turned to Jaejoong and covered the parted mouth with his own, causing the blond to swallow the weirdly sour liquid in reflect, few leaked from the corner of his lips. “Still tastes like shit…?”
"A.......a.....a....." of course, Jaejoong forgot the taste of the damn noni, he even forgot how to stop his jaw from hanging open.
Changmin smiled in satisfaction seeing such reaction. He took a bottle of orange juice and drank the content, “Omo, stone-spell, here’s the antidote.…” , and passed the orange juice with another mouth to mouth action before the older guy managed to overcome the shock.
"C-C-Changmin... w-w-w-what’s on your mind…? Jaejoong finally regained his voice and brushed the trickles of noni and orange juice from his face and neck groggily.
The taller guy held his hands and walked backwards, drawing him closer with both persuasive and challenging manner until the bed's edge bumped against Changmin’s legs, prompting him to sit on the bed while the other guy stood in front of him, making quite a ridiculous distance and unable to hide his nervousness.
“What..?" The blond glanced away. His knees froze, didn't know how to react.
Changmin moved his grip to Jaejoong's arms, pulled him and trapped the guy’s legs between his own. With face at the same level as Jaejoong’s stomach, eyes focused on the texture of Jaejoong’s shirt, he slowly caressed the slim waist that was displayed within meaningless inches, the impudent hand instinctively descended along the side of Jaejoong's hip.
“Hey… Changmin…...!”
The hand returned to the waist with a slight brush against his ass on the way.
"Changmin..!" Jaejoong's yelp was too weak to be called a protest. He shivered when Changmin guiltlessly looked up, making him encountered those round brown eyes which were staring at him dazzlingly.
Changmin moved his claim from Jaejoong's waist to his hand, tugging it slightly as he asked,
"Hyung, do you want me..?"
Jaejoong swore he almost got a heart attack.
It was similar to how a kid tugged his mom’s hand for candies, but instead of waiting for approval, this kid insolently undid the last button on Jaejoong's shirt. "Say you want me..." He continued to unbutton in reverse order, his eyes refused to leave Jaejoong's. "I'll be gentle, I promise..."
His tone was nothing like demanding, nor seducing.
Jaejoong grabbed Changmin’s hand, delaying it from undressing him completely. "… w-why suddenly…?"
Changmin brought Jaejoong’s hand to his lips as a respond. He nudged his nose against the older guy’s bare abdomen before brushing his entire face features against it, shutting his eyes in comfort as the warm, soft and supple skin and its faint smell of soap relaxed him. He then left a trail of light pecks, one, two, three, the last was a lick in Jaejoong's navel, causing the blond to hiss quietly.
“You’ve been through a lot, I want to make you feel good… no, I want us to feel good…” He kissed Jaejoong’s palm, his fingers, the inner part of his arm, in such needy demeanor. Jaejoong was on the verge of losing sanity already.
“I’ll be a hypocrite to say that I don’t want it..." He flicked the strands of hair from the younger guy’s forehead and let out a nervous sigh. “But we know we’ll both regret it afterward, right..?”
Ignoring the second statement, Changmin got up and continued to undo the rest of Jaejoong’s buttons, letting the interfering fabric slid down his shoulder, revealing a beautiful display of flawless white skin and pink nipples before he proceeded to get rid of his own T-shirt top and tossed it away.
“Minnie… you…” Jaejoong blushed seeing the gorgeous tanned skin and perfect toned lines of muscles, not overdid, just perfect.
“This time we won’t regret it. Don't run away.", warned the painter, before pulling Jaejoong into his embrace, both exposed skin was able to share each other’s warmth, heartbeat and pulsating veins. The latter felt it was just one of his dreams when Changmin's lips calmed his trembling ones, sucking him slowly, slowly, until his uncertainty and disbelief go away, answering his longing, his affection, his restrained passion. Jaejoong wanted more proves that the heat was real, that this delicious taste inside his mouth was real, so he explored back, deeper, savaging the warm and slick tongue and every corner eagerly, thoroughly. Moans and whimpers escaped and he felt Changmin smiled against his mouth. The next thing he knew they were entangling on the bed, roving every inch of each's bare skin with palms, fingers, tongue and every sensory properties possible, passionately yet timidly as if it was a way to learn about each other for the very first time.
Jaejoong noticed that every time he nibbled Changmin's earlobe the guy would release a desperate mewl that sounded like a melody to his ear, and grind against him harder. He learned that Changmin enjoyed the area around his waist a little too much and shamelessly showed adoration towards his nipples, while Jaejoong couldn't stop his obsession towards Changmin's slender neck and the curve of his pecs muscles. He traced it down to the line of the younger guy's belt, undid his pants and slipped a hand to claim the heated hardness.
Changmin's hip tensed and wiggled erotically in the possession of Jaejoong's touch, eyes lost in unbearable pleasure, mouthing incoherent begs and God's name in vain with voice that was too weak to be above whisper.
"Hyung... Nnhh… faster…..."
More than granting the request Jaejoong pulled down Changmin's pants and threw it aside, the gorgeous long legs and proud erection were then displayed in front of his face, one of the most beautiful sights he could ever ask for in life.
"Hyung... you make me nervous..." Changmin tilted Jaejoong's chin, interrupting his moment of fascination towards that certain body part.
Jaejoong chuckled shyly as Changmin traced his lower lip with his index finger. "You?? nervous..?" He licked Changmin's finger and inserted it into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it seductively. Changmin groaned, fighting back the urge to touch himself.
"Stupid, isn't it...? I feel like a virgin..."
Jaejoong burst out laughing, making Changmin blushed even redder. He ascended to kiss the painter, two pecks and deep kiss on the third, hands placed on either side of Changmin's face. "My Changmin..." he stated, seeking refusal and distaste in the younger guy, only to find nothing but a joyous smile.
"I’m all yours." Changmin answered with half lidded eyes, stirring Jaejoong's hand to his chest.
Spine shivered, he savored Changmin's lips once more before traveling downward, leaving soft bites along the way.
"Hyung, you…….. ah…....!." Changmin gasped in surprise when Jaejoong's mouth claimed his beating hardness, strangely didn't see that coming. He tensed and writhed and purred as his breath accelerated in every plopping sound Jaejoong produced on the tip of his shaft.
"Hyu- ahh...nnh..."
"Do you like it..?" Jaejoong asked in between sucks and strokes.
"... So much, oh God... you're so... Nnhh...
"Tell me how you like it..."
"Inside you... Hyung, I-I want to be inside you..."
Answering such plea, Jaejoong crawled upward only to have his neck ravished hungrily and pants unbuckled in a short moment of time. The younger guy’s skillful gesture to get rid of clothing had always amazed him.
“Uh… Minnie… Do you have a…?”
Changmin stopped, looked like thinking about something and shifted to the bed’s side to reach something handy on the floor.
“…This…?” He showed a bottle of painting oil.
Few moments of silence had passed before Jaejoong explode in laughter. Changmin giggled embarrassedly, face red and about to shrunk.
“Seriously!?”
“Hyung, you’re making me nervous again!”
“B-but… you’ve tried it before, right…?”
Changmin just prompted Jaejoong to lie on his back and spread his legs. “Uhm… no, honestly.” Without wasting time, he oiled a finger and made an initial entrance into Jaejoong’s hole as slow as he could.
When the older guy gasped and trembled in a rather different way than pleasure, Changmin quickly withdrew his finger.
“Hyung.” Something was wrong. “You’re not a virgin, right?”
Jaejoong only bit his lips.
“Oh God.” Changmin immediately placed curing kisses around his inner thigh, his member, his entrance. “Is it hurt…?”
“I’m okay, … please… don’t stop…”
“Hyung, why don’t you tell me that… oh God… this is your first time, it’s me, is it okay…?”
“I want it to be you… please… I’m not really clueless about these things anyway…”
Changmin paused for a moment before he ran his fingers through Jaejoong’s hair. “… Look at me. Never leave my eyes, okay? Look at me.”
The eye contact didn’t broke even when a warm and slick finger entered the blond, and when the second finger made its way a soft gasp released was immediately overcame by Changmin’s overwhelming kiss. Jaejoong whimpered inside Changmin’s mouth, louder when he felt something heated stretched him wider.
“Hyung… I’m inside you now…” The painter’s brown orbs and accelerated breaths were intense against him as those words felt so right.
Sweat and tear trickled down Jaejoong’s cheek. He clutched Changmin’s hair hard, half fighting back the stabbing pain, half wondering why he wished for it to be endless, as the comforting wetness of Changmin’s mouth explored his own. The feeling of their body connected in the most intimate way, the scenery of Changmin losing his sense on top of him, how his muscles beautifully tensed and veins beat, his erotic moans, were something even heaven couldn’t offer.
Jaejoong’s body bounced and contracted as every thrust always aimed his sensitive spot, making him squealed, wiggled in indescribable pleasure, begging the other guy to be deeper.
“…Oh God, Hyung…” Changmin couldn’t help but tasting that entire sweaty surface greedily as the heat of Jaejoong’s tight cave swallowed him in every friction he made.
“Nnhh…. Say my name, Min.…”
“J-Jaejoong Hyung…”
“Jaejoong… say Jaejoong…”
“Sshh…. Ahh… Jaejoong…”
Everything was so perfect; moments passed with only moans filled the air as they gradually headed towards their peak.
“I… I’m so close Min….”
“Kiss me…”
Their lips sealed each other’s scream as they both reach climax, and after that Jaejoong knew that people’s sayings about how your mind goes blank when having orgasm didn’t apply to him. Even when Changmin squirted inside him, filled him with his seed and went limp on top of him, he couldn’t stop thinking that the other guy was nothing but a pure and beautiful being.
His Changmin.
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A smell of soap tickled Jaejoong’s nose, forcing him to open his heavy eyelids and noticed Changmin’s scent all over him. Something stole his sight before he managed to adjust his vision any better.
Changmin was sitting with legs extended beside him, all fresh and fully dressed, twirling his own handmade rabbit doll Joongjoong between his fingers. Jaejoong caught a brief moment of Changmin examining the doll, which soon interrupted for he noticed that the blond had awoken, and switched his attention to him instead.
“Sleepyhead…” He teased, poking Jaejoong’s cheek with the rabbit doll. The latter was lost in a moment of admiration before he regained the long lost self awareness.
“H-How do you get that…!?” Heartbeats hammered against Jaejoong’s ribcage.
“This…?” Changmin referred to Joongjoong. “From your bag… I dig it to know if you bring extra clothes. You can use mine, though.” He put the doll back to Jaejoong’s bag, and Jaejoong mentally cursed himself.
“Changmin….” Don’t you remember that…? Don’t you remember something you held so dear, that you made by yourself…? “Don’t you………”
“Hmm?”
“Don’t you…..…… want to have breakfast…?”
Stupid as always, Kim Jaejoong. You haven’t turned any better even after losing your virginity to the most perfect guy possible.
Changmin lashed a wide grin and ruffled the older guy’s hair. “Can you even walk?”
Jaejoong blushed hard, bending his legs and planting his forehead against his knees. “…Uh…” Now that the other guy reminded him, he did feel sore there.
“Heh. Let me guess. Around 100-110 per minute.” The painter grabbed Jaejoong's wrist and while looking at his wristwatch, pressing three digits vertically on it.
“Huh…? What?” Jaejoong frowned, attempting to withdraw his hand.
Changmin waited until 15 seconds while mouthing numbers. “Wait. 27 times 4… 108, see, I’m right.”
“What’s that??”
“Your heartbeat at the moment. Normal is around 60-80 per minute, while yours is 108. Hyung, living like this is not good for your health…”
“Yah!! Changmin…!!” Jaejoong grabbed a pillow and lashed it at the younger guy who was grinning victoriously before pulling him into a hug. The heartbeat increased, probably more than 108. “Minnie, you said it’s not good for my health…” Still, he smiled against Changmin’s shoulder.
“I didn’t do it too hard last night, but don’t go home if you’re not feeling well. I have to go now. ”
“Where?”
“Busan. Yoochun gave me some keys at the hospital, our house’s keys. He told me to check the place.”
“Minnie…. you’re going to be okay?”
“… I guess…” The brown orbs suddenly watered. The sorrow couldn’t leave that easily, no matter how Changmin had tried to act like normal. Jaejoong already knew this; he massaged the other guy’s hand and wiped the tears, showing love and concern.
“Oh Minnie…”
“I can’t be pathetic for too long, Hyung.” Changmin released him and got up, looking for his shoes. He eventually found them and proceeded to the exit door.
“Hey… do you want me to accompany you?”
“I want you to be a good boy and stay here.” The brunette puckered his lips as a goodbye before leaving.
As the door slammed shut, Jaejoong decided something. The next time he saw Changmin, he would reveal everything.
{TO BE CONTINUED}
A/N: hahaha two last chapter were lovey dovey , I hope I don't bore anyone xD the plot itself will continue in the next chapter xD