[fic] Scut Hamsters (chapter 13)
Title: Scut Hamsters
Pairing: Jaemin, Jaechun
Rating: PG-13 to R
Warning: a little bit WTFs in the latter chapters
Summary: Just another campus life story
Chapter 13
“Nnh… Changmin-ah… keep… keep moving…”
“Is it there… ?”
“Yeah… you like to do this from behind, don’t you…?” I tilt my head a bit to peer at the flushed cheeks and ears. “So I can’t see you? Or so you don’t have to see me?” I query with a smirk that soon falters due to the unbearable sensation his flesh emits.
“No, it’s not that…” his breath’s heavy on my ear. Seeing how his eyelids flutter and daze whenever the heated thing thrusts me deeper only makes my savage lust worsens.
“You don’t like it this way…?” He asks between whimpers and tinge of insecurity.
“Hold me tighter…”
He tightens his arms around me while keep thrusting his hips from behind, plastering his face against my shoulder in reflex while doing so.
“I like it when you do that…” I comment while shifting my back deeper to his chest; cornering him to the wall. We both lay on our side; I’m in front, coiling one of my legs around his to give him broader access.
“Like this..?” His face meets my skin again, now rubbing along my upper spine.
“Hmm… “
“Hyung, tell me if it’s hurt…”
“No, not at all, faster Min… faster, harder…” My hand reaches to cup his buttock, skimming the flesh, while slamming him harder to me.
The respond I get are those sinful, addictive sounds coming from that throat of his.
“You’re… you’re getting better at this, you know that…?” I clutch a handful of his hair, pressing his neck deeper against my mouth.
The obscene sounds of sucking and skins slapping fill the room.
“I-I’m so close, Hyung…”
“Keep it there, I want you inside…”
My fingers travel to his lips, touching his teeth. He knows the begging inside my eyes.
“The last time… nnhh… I hurt you….” He thrusts faster.
“I don’t care, Min… just… as hard as you can, just… hard…”
Pain and pleasure are inseparable as his pace accelerates; his moans are getting desperate, fingers dig deep into my flesh. I clutch the bed sheath and release a cry of pleasure when the hot lava intrudes me, together with the delectable pain of his teeth ripping the skin of my nape.
“Changmin-ah, do it again, do it there…!” I sound so lost and panic when he lets go of my skin. Still panting and convulsing from the orgasm, he quickly responds by licking and kissing the spot he just left and continues with nibbling it gently, as his hand finds my still-hard cock and pampers the tension.
I wiggle shamelessly, as if possessed, resisting all those things he does.
“Aah…mmh.. oh God… Min…”
He’s a fast learner. The way he strokes me like no other, so mercilessly, as if not giving me chance to even adjust my breath. When I reach climax he does the rituals he always does -holding me, kissing my cheek, my ear, my hair as if controlling me from exploding while saying that he needs more.
The previously chaotic room falls in silence, no sounds but our frantic breaths.
And the sound of Changmin’s lips against the wound on my nape.
“Honestly… that was surprising…” I flip over, facing him, observing how red retreats from his face.
“Why?”
“That was the first time you asked it from me… normally it was always me who wanted it first.”
“Yeah… I… I’m sorry...”
I frown and slap his cheek lightly, stopping the look of guilt.
“Silly, I enjoyed it.”
*
*
Campus life passes as normal, me with my ward-discussion-night duty-case presentation circle and Changmin with his corpse-rape-murder-abuse pattern in forensic. The renovation in his old room has been finished but I guess there’s no reason for him to move before Yoochun returns.
Lately he’s a bit busier (he fell asleep on the table one of these days), for next week he’ll have list of finals grimly scheduled. His department doesn’t take time as long as mine so he’ll rotate to another department sooner than I will.
Talking about forensic, I once wondered why he never smelled as froggy as before, and apparently he had been taking shower in the forensic bathroom (which is rumored as haunted) and washed the suits there. So much trouble he should went through just to maintain our room in decent smell, oh well…
On the other hand, everything in surgery department doesn’t seem too troublesome for me as much as before, except for some whiny, evil bunch of rodents (read: kids) that often pop here and there. Towards this situation Yunho gave his comment one day:
“You know, at least you never fight with kids anymore. I’m so happy about that improvement.”
Oh believe me he didn’t look happy at all. And I'm able to stitch now! After stitching that horrible skin of corpse for hours, doing the same thing to living people feels like a piece of cake (they went crazy during the anesthetic process, but soon they’d shut their mouths) But somehow Yunho didn’t praise me about that, instead commenting towards my attitude to rodents by insinuation
.
However, realizing that I owe him the privilege in Anhee’s death, I decided to express my gratitude the other day.
He blinked, as if asking ‘Will tomorrow be the apocalypse?’ when I slipped a can of coffee into his suit’s pocket.
“Is this poisoned?” he asked, expressionless.
“Yes. Warfarin.”
Still staring at me, he opened the can and patted my head.
Sometimes, when I see him writing medical records so seriously in the ward, frowning and fixing the position of his glasses over and over, or seeing him trying to comfort certain patients in a rather stiff way (because, yeah, he’s not exactly the sweet-talker type) a strange feeling emerges.
“What kind of feeling?” Changmin asked when I confessed that to him one night in our room.
“It’s like I want to buy him candies.”
“…. Candies?”
“Yes. I don’t know… to add colors to his bleak face, I guess?”
Changmin exploded in his distinctive laughter as if I was joking, and commented teasingly that I actually liked emperor Yeti but too prideful to admit. He suffered quite a hard knuckle on the head for that brave opinion.
Then out of the blue he said, “Hyung… we will graduate together, right.”
I stopped knuckling his head momentarily just to give him another hard knock.
“Still two and a half years to go!” I yapped. “And you remind me that Yoochun won’t graduate together with us!”
“Why? Because of the delay?”
I nodded forlornly.
“Don’t worry about that, I heard in some cases where many students failed or delayed a certain department, they could gather to catch up during holiday… “ He said.
My eyes sparkled. “Oh? So that means I should pray that many students will fail at surgery, is that what you mean?”
We giggled evilly.
“But well… “ I continued, “Aside from that, I hate the idea about graduation.”
“Why?” He asked, seriously.
“It’s like the scary things started from there. Be it post-graduate specialization or working as real doctors…”
“You don’t plan to continue your study, do you?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe not. You?”
“I’m not sure either, don’t know if I can afford it...”
“Ah you’re right… it’ll be expensive.”
Changmin hummed as agreement and mused for a while before he said, “But it’ll be nice if we can… you know… like working in a small clinic together, far from the busy city…” His pencil twirled between his fingers when he said that.
“That kind of dream is so you, I don’t know why.” I chuckled. “Well, that’s nice. You’ll live your life peacefully and… oh, village people will love you. You, I mean. I’m not sure if it’s me.”
“Aw, people will love you, Hyung!”
“Are you kidding me? I might get my house burned!”
He let out another laugh. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on, it’s hard for me to even fake a pleasant face, I might get into troubles.”
“In that case…” He took a plastic bag of something colorful from his drawer. “Here.”
Candies.
“…………to add colors to my bleak face?” I asked.
He nodded, biting a smile.
…..and again received my knuckle because of that.
*
*
This morning I squealed to see Siwon’s name in the list of tonight’s residents, meaning it would probably be the least boring night duty ever, scenery-wise at minimum. Because so far, as a result of my bad luck, four of my seven night duties were with Jung Yunho and none of them was with Siwon -I almost thought that Yunho was a CIA agent who spied on me or a Shinigami who blocked me from earthy blessings (okay maybe that was too much)
Anyway, it’s not that I’m planning for another slutty night (otherwise I’d have worn my Dior brief of luck) but I believe Siwon won’t quiz me about the types of wounds and fractures and how to treat them and blablabla, unlike a certain someone. He will either let me adore that well-built body of his, or…
“You know… people can see those hickeys from afar.”
…….start to talk the naughty.
I turn to my left, to find him crossing arms over his chest, watching the nurses settle a victim of motorcycle accident onto the cart.
“Well, you’re the first to comment. You sure you weren’t observing me a bit too much?”
“Maybe I was. Okay, on to that one.” He points the newly admitted male patient.
After a brief of primary assessment, he decides that the case is no life threatening and starts to reposition the guy’s fractured ulna while I’m dressing the other wounds on the guy’s body, seating myself comfortably next to him while doing so.
Oh my, this kind of activity has never felt so fun.
After a while cleaning the wounds over the patient's face with saline, I realize that the guy is too quiet compared to the other patients with the same case.
“You sure he’s okay?” I asked Siwon carefully.
“I gave him morphine.”
I lash him a shock look at the unnecessary use of such strong painkiller. “Should you…?”
“It’s easier if he shuts up.”
Finished with the first layer of bandage, Siwon tells me to prepare the roll of dried gyps to fixate the guy’s arm.
“Have you done that?” he asks.
“……..once.”
“Your turn.”
I scoff, commenting about how he and Yunho are no different. But then again, it’s their job to tutor the scuts, especially the useless one like me, so I guess I was the wrong one for not wanting any experience. And honestly, after doing these kinds of task several times, they don’t feel as disgusting as they used to.
Siwon pulls off his gloves and washes his hands while I change my blood-tainted gloves into a pair of new ones, before we sit side by side, facing the cart.
He hands me a roll of gyps that has been dipped into water. “You know how to do it right.” He shifts the seat closer to me, pressing our sides. I know he won’t do that without hidden motive, and when a hand travels to my inner thigh, I realize that letting my hands full of creamy white gyps isn’t really a wise decision at the moment.
Glad the patient is unaware of his surrounding, most likely due to the morphine that has been given a bit more than the common dose.
“Oh, I should’ve known better how sick you are.” I whisper when he massages the spot an inch far from my groin.
“This is hospital. The place for sick people.” He smiles smugly.
I haven’t sure whether to cooperate with the naughtiness or not, but before I make any decision, a tall twig barges into the chamber without permission.
Siwon quickly withdraws his hand.
“Changmin, what are you doing here!?” I ask rather rudely, maybe sounding annoyed, but honestly I’m just surprise.
“I have a night duty just like you.” He answers. Together with him enters a woman on the wheelchair, face bruised and swollen. He positions the woman on the corner and starts asking her questions with low voice, disregarding me and Siwon’s presence.
“You know dongsaeng, the other chambers are empty, for a better patient’s privacy…” Siwon suggests. Unlike me, his face shows no emotion.
“No, please… I prefer with many people…” The woman, who seems to be in the state of fear, begs.
“I know, Nuna… don’t worry we’ll take care of you.” Changmin consoles her, glancing a bit at us and continues his job.
Considering the woman’s comfort, I have no choice but to rest the complaints. I continue my task (with better focus since Siwon’s hand is tucked politely between his own legs) while Changmin continues his. He finishes earlier than me and leaves the chamber.
I thought he has finally returned to the forensic building, but then he barges in for the second time, alone, and just sits at the corner with a book, ignoring my distasteful look. Siwon’s still showing no awkwardness even after noticing how Changmin blatantly observes us.
In the end I finish with the gyps and Siwon pulls the patient’s cart out of the chamber. Soon I shoot a murderous glare at the twig who has been a pain in the ass all along.
“Min! You’re disturbing my happy moment with Siwon!” I protest with a loud whisper.
“You should be careful with him!” He whispers back.
“Oh please, I know him better than you!”
“Believe me Hyung… you should see how he looks at you!”
I roll my eyes at the lame reason before letting out a long, annoyed exhale. “Okay, so he lusts towards me, so what!? It’s not like you never do, stop treating it as a big deal.”
He can’t find a word to argue, looking shocked at my accusation. I’m not hurting him okay, just trying to make him aware of the reality that neither me nor my environment are clean and naive, so his idea about ‘perverts are dangerous’ should be fixed. If I should be careful for Siwon watches me lustfully, then what should I do to Changmin? Call the police?
I puff my cheeks and leave the chamber. He doesn’t follow me.
The emergency unit is rather quiet tonight, which is a good thing. Still six hours before I can retreat to my room and have a rest, so I hope nothing tiresome occurs during that time.
I swing my legs lightly along the quite hall, passing the wash room, toilet, and pantries. Suddenly a hand pulls my wrist.
“Siwon Hyung!“
"Sshh.” He roughly pushes me to one of the pantries next to us and closes the door.
The room is almost fatal for a claustrophobic, and I should be careful not to hit my elbows against the rows of medicine properties.
However Siwon corners me like a blind horse, mouth all over me, would have slammed it against mine if I didn’t dodge.
“Hyung!”
“What…? Don’t say you never thought about anything like this towards this place.”
“Are you crazy!?“
“Relax, lots of gauze, lots of cotton, lots of.… fun things….” He nuzzles my neck and tugs my white suit down while I’m trying to shove him away.
“Gosh, give me a break…”
“Sorry, no can do.” He unbuckles my pants and pulls it down.
Now I’m exposed. Blame my hormones for the quick reaction.
“Oh you sick, horny bastard… one of those fat nurses will soon be here to collect gauze stocks and if she fucking sees us--mmmhhh…”
He presses a palm against my mouth. I don’t know since when a bottle of alcohol is in his hand, but before I manage to object about anything he pours the ice cold content into the tip of my shaft. I jolt at the sensation and hit my back hard against the wall while he presses his palm stronger to muffle my scream.
“See..? Lots of fun things…”
“F-fucker! You-mmphh…”
“Sshh don’t be too loud… let’s see who’s faster, Joongie… me getting you off or that fat nurse?
Finally letting go of my numb mouth, he kneels down in front of me and begins jerking me off.
“Siwon, sperm all over my pants will get me into trouble, I tell you…”
“I know how to keep you clean…” He inserts almost my entire length into his mouth.
I feel so dead.
Well, I don’t know what’s wrong with this. My body reacts as it should be; Siwon’s blowjob is fantastic and I’m hard as hell, to the point where I should smother myself to be less noisy. However it doesn’t feel right; there’s something out of place, something I don’t feel comfortable with. I can’t point where and definitely not because of the place.
Then a nurse knocks the door, forcing us to stop in the middle and act as if nothing happens. I sigh in relief.
*
*
Siwon went for the operation after that, while I returned to previous chamber. Changmin was still there. He scanned my hair, my face and my pants in a quick glance without saying anything. I didn’t know what he was thinking.
I think he was worried (yeah, he’s that type of person), because after Siwon was nowhere in the emergency unit, he returned to the forensic.
At 6 am my shift ends. I return to my room, take a shower and bury self peacefully into the bed. After contemplating whether or not skipping classes today, I notice a new mail has popped out in my laptop.
Seeing Yoochun's name as the sender, I read the content in excitement.
Hey, Jaesmine!
It seems like I’ll be in Korea few weeks earlier. The research finished earlier than predicted and the professors offered us to join another research to fill the time gap. But then the theme isn’t really interesting for me so I prefer to go home; which is good in a way, believe me everything is damn expensive here. I’m still not sure when exactly I’ll be there, can be as soon as next week. If there’s a new department rotation by then, that means…. see you soon roommate! *hugs*^_^
Ps: otherwise I’ll wait until there’s a new rotation, in my parent’s house. (my parents prefer the second option, they miss me so much because Yohwan only play with girls everyday)
[to be continued]
Helllooooo!!!!!!!!
In case you wondered “What the..? Did I just miss something?” in the beginning of chapter 13, well… this is what you missed xDD enjoy!! xD
chapter 13 - 1/2
(bonus chapter)
It was nothing extraordinary, began with a calm night when we were busy with one of our nightly routine activities, doing people’s task for money in Changmin’s case and reading random comic in mine. However the tranquility was shattered as I yelped when accidentally touched something in our shared rack, which was a DVD case of the horror movie, One Miscall.
I nicked the case with my thumb and index finger in both frightfully and disgustedly, thanks to the cover picture of a horrid being with holes in the face as replacement of eyes.
“Why the hell are you keeping this thing in our room!? ” I snapped at the only culprit I could blame.
The culprit, with his slow reaction as usual, couldn’t grasp the state I was in. “Donghae lends me that… why?” He asked guiltlessly.
“Don’t just leave this kind of thing anywhere, it freaks me out!”
Changmin grinned and rushed to get the thing from my hand before carefully kept it between the books inside his bag. “I’m sorry…” He giggled. “I don’t know you hate this kind of thing, I mean… you have no problem walking alone at night.”
“Well usually I didn’t think that such creatures would appear out of nowhere.” I referred to the scary ghost at the cover. “But once I see the visualization… can’t get it out of my head.”
He let out a long, ‘Aaa…’ while nodding, getting my point. “Okay… now I know, next time I’ll be extra careful…”
I scoffed sulkily and stomped back to my bed, reading the next volume of comic I just got.
And therefore we supposed to be drowned in silence, concentrating. However, not so long after that a certain noise bugged the so-called concentration. At least in the condition where one had been sensitized by the imagery of the casts from The Ring and Ju-on, simple things would only appear as not so simple.
“Changmin-ah. Stop making that sound.”
“What sound?”
“That ‘crack crack’ sound from your slippers.”
“I’m not wearing slippers.”
I turned around to check whether it was true, and it was. “Uhm… I mean that sound your toe nail makes.” I corrected.
“…..toe nail?”
“Whatever, just stop making that sound!!!”
“Oh okay, okay…”
Few minutes passed with me being paranoid with those that I thought as auditory hallucinations, of hearing vague thuds and sounds of steps, as if something was walking under us.
“Changmin-ah, did you just hear that?”
“Hear what, Hyung?”
Changmin stared at me worriedly, and since he had just made a paragraph about Paranoid Schizophrenia a day before, I knew the reason of that stare.
“……Forget it.” I held back. “I think I was-AAAAARRGGH!!!!”
Jolted by the sudden scream, he got up from the seat and approached me who quickly lift my legs and wrinkled between pillows. “Hyung!! What happened!?” He asked warily.
“Someone touched my foot!!”
“Eh? Let me see…” He knelt down to check under my bed but I pulled his T-shirt, preventing him from doing it.
“No-no-no don’t look, Min!!”
“Why..?”
“This is the part where she would pop out from down there and drag your head into nowhere!”
He stiffened for a while before shaking heads in restrained laughter, giving pity face at my overactive imagination.
“Oh my cute Hyung…. you’re really tired, aren’t you? I’ll make you something to drink…” He walked towards the door.
“Hey! Don’t leave me alone!”
“Hehehe…okay okay, come with me then…”
I was just going to get on my feet and followed him cautiously, but as soon as my feet touched the floor I jumped in shock as a small, black creature with tail sprinted from under my bed to the space behind the closet.
“MIN IT’S A RAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Eh? Where!?”
“IT’S THE GODDAMN LEPTOSPIROSIS HOW COULD IT STUMBLE HERE!!!???”
“Where!!??”
“B-B-behind the closet…”
Changmin stepped slowly towards the closet and knocked it repeatedly with his leg. Nothing happened.
“Are you sure, Hyung?” He knitted his eyebrows and tapped the closet again to make sure.
“You think I’m hallucinating!!??”
Just after that the creature sprinted another distance to the stack of books near my table, and I nearly broke my vocal cord while protecting self by standing on the bed, flailing hands hysterically like an octopus.
“Hyung, calm down… it won’t…”
“IT’S BECAUSE YOU LEFT THE ROOM WITH WINDOW OPENED THIS AFTERNOON!!!”
“Ah… “
“I’VE TOLD YOU NOT TO DO IT, RIGHT!?”
“I… I forgot…”
The mutated rat even drops the stack of books when Changmin could only stay useless and paralyzed.
“GAAAAAAAAAAAARRGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”
“Uhm… I think… we should…”
“M-M-Min, check my drawer, I have rat glue, c-check the drawer…!
He was about to do as I told when the rat made another escape.
“CHANGMIN YOU STUPID IT ENTERS THE BATHROOM!!!”
“I-I-it’s okay Hyung I can catch it, it’s just a rat, it won’t bite…”
“Just a rat?? Won’t bite?? HIV, H5N1, HPV, Hepatitis B, EBV, they won’t bite but there’s a reason why they’re hazards towards human race!” I screamed to the air and got down from the bed before running towards the door with a pillow in my arms.
“You deal with it tonight! I’ll sleep in somebody else’s room!”
*
*
As if I actually had ‘somebody else’…
…other than this certain guy who is bawling at my sudden presence in exaggerated amusement.
“Joongita….. I know dear, I know. Those nights of longing towards me would somehow become unbearable tonight…”
Certain lips were puckered towards my face.
“Ugh… get away.”
“Don’t mind that peasant Yesung and just let our burning passion swallow us into one sacred entity… OUCH.”
“Hands.
“Yoochun got it and I don’t!?” Junsu pouted while his autistic roommate Yesung only peered from the corner of his eyes, not interested, not involved but didn’t mind.
I ignored his protest and made my way to his bed (how did I know? He had his own photo imprinted on the pillow) set my pillow and nestled comfortably there. He showed no objection towards my impudence and just resumed the thing he was doing with a laptop.
“What’s wrong with your room?” He asked before throwing a piece of cracker into his mouth and munched it noisily.
“That stupid Changmin left the window opened and now a rat terrors us.”
He giggled, clapping hands. “Then where’s Minito?”
“He’s not afraid of rat so he’s taking responsibility.”
“Ooo… kay then, I already wear boxer and shirt with buttons so it’s easier to-“
“Forget it.”
Junsu answered with an ‘hmmph.’
The room was calm for a while until hysterical laughter busted out from him and Yesung, causing me to turn head curiously at the fun commotion.
“What are you guys doing?” I asked.
“I’m chatting with Yunissimo. Look. I sent him this masterpiece of mine.” He showed me a picture in his laptop, of bride and groom whose faces were photoshoped into his face and Yunho’s. “Soon after that he replied with this.”
A sweat trailed from my forehead. The reply was the same picture, but Junsu’s face was decorated childishly with a pink brush of animal ears, moustache, acnes, poop, together with an arrow pointed him, written ‘Monkey’.
“Wait. The mechanical android Yunho did this?”
Junsu nodded with a broad smile.
(Okay, so now Yunho has upgraded from Yeti. At least some androids are cool, unlike Yeti the plain mammals with questionable existence)
“How could that be!!!!??? What the hell is wrong with ozone and rainforests!!???” I shrieked.
I mean, Yunho, Yunho as in Jung Yunho, the surgery resident Jung Yunho, the used-to-be-emperor-Yeti-but-now-android Jung Yunho!!!???
“He’s indeed serious and kind of cold…” Junsu grinned. “But you can joke with him. Try to add him in YM. He’s rarely online but when we chatted we even exchanged K-pop macross….”
My mouth hang agape as I struggle to register that new information.
“Oh, and he always ends the chat with line like this, ‘Okay okay, now go study.’ , omo I think I’m falling hardeeeeerrrr…..” Junsu squealed and enthusiastically typed on his laptop.
I blinked several times and absentmindedly grabbed a magazine that was neglected on the floor and started reading to kill the time.
Half an hour or so had passed since I left my room, and I began to wonder whether Changmin was doing okay with the black mammalian intruder. At first I did think about sleeping in Junsu’s room, but somehow I couldn’t help but feeling a pang of pity towards that roommate of mine who might have already infected with leptospirosis by then.
Maybe I should check whether he was still alive.
So I waved Junsu goodbye (he complained, ‘Why!? We haven’t even kissed goodnight) and shuffled lazily towards my room.
Well, fortunately Changmin was still alive; only deserted outside the room, sitting on the floor with legs flexed against his chest the beggar style, holding a cell phone.
He looked kind of speechless when our eyes met.
“I… I thought you sleep in Junsu’s room…?” He asked hesitantly.
“I come to check whether you’ve caught the rat. How did it go?”
“Well… I’ve borrowed a mouse trap from Yeonhee.”
“Did it work?
“Yeah.”
“Then why are you still here?”
Not waiting for his answer, I turned the knob and pushed the door open. Changmin quickly got on his feet and followed me.
There, on the floor, a box of wire rat cage was placed right at the center. A small rat with size as big as a kid’s fist was running frantic inside it, nose sniffing and producing squeaky sounds.
Eeeeww.
I noticed that Changmin stayed behind me, almost attaching self to my back.
“Aish… hurry Min, take that and throw him somewhere!” I nudged his elbow with my goose bumped one.
“Oh… okay.”
He approached the cage in a really slow pace.
“Hurry up, you’re not afraid of rat, aren’t you?”
“I… I’m not…”
He leaned over and reached out to touch the cage. I almost saw slight tremor in his hand, but right when that happened someone slammed the door open rather abruptly, causing us to jump in surprise.
“Where’s the fellow?”
Kim Kibum. Hand on the waist.
Without wasting more time he stepped in and took the rat cage nonchalantly, sighing while holding back a smile like an out-of-place hero.
“Omo, big kid, you called me just to get rid of this harmless thing?”
Rather fidgeting, Changmin nodded and smiled with eyes as thin as lines. “Sorry, Kibummie…”
“You owe me ramyun tomorrow.”
He left the room.
*
*
Like a kid who had just got D for test, Changmin sat on the bed with head hanging low, submissively anticipating my other reaction beside some humiliating snickers I failed to hide earlier. My lips stretched into smile as I brushed a chlorine-soaked mop hard against the floor to diminish any trace of the filthy mammal.
After a while in silence (and effort to control myself from mocking him mercilessly) finally I expressed my comment, “You could’ve just told me that you’re also scared of it.”
“Uhm… you’d be more scared if I did….”
Seriously, I felt the urge to pinch his cheeks.
“Well, for future precaution…” I put the mop back into the bathroom and washed my hands extra thoroughly. “Check the rack. I’m sure I keep a tube of rat glue somewhere...”
Changmin hurried to do as I told as if it was a king's order.
“Is it there?”
He shook his head while keep looking.
“Oh, or maybe in the first drawer there…” I pointed at my table.
He pulled the drawer and fumbled through the content while I looked for the thing inside my closet. Finding nothing there, I turned to him.
And I noticed that he was looking at a piece of photo, seemingly stunned as if it was something weird. I leaned over to see the thing he was holding and found out that it was my old photo with Fuwa, the one taken by Yoochun.
“Oh…. I was cute there, right?” I grinned proudly. It seemed like he didn’t believe that even I was able to look almost innocent once.
“How…?”
“It’s Yoochun’s.”
“…Yoochun’s?”
“I found it accidentally one day and almost throw it away. This picture makes me a little bit sad, you know? Why did he even take my picture this way? If he wanted my photo he could just take it all the time, rather than doing it candidly like this…”
He didn’t give any comment so I continued the slurred rants. After all I needed to get the burden out of my chest.
Of course I turned my back against him, pretending to be busy with the book rack in order to hide my miserable face as much as I can.
“I know I might sound so full of myself, but if you were him, you wouldn’t take a candid picture of someone and kept it a secret for such a long time, if you didn’t love him secretly and desperately, right?”
I didn’t get the answer directly; surely he didn’t really grasp my story. Only after I repeated the last word he agreed, “…….Yeah, I wouldn’t.”
“I thought this kind of cheesy thing only existed in comic. Well, maybe I’m wrong, but I can’t help but to think that Yoochun once loved me but now he’s already-“
My line was cut off as he embraced me from behind, engulfing me into a warm, beating chest.
“C-Changmin-ah…!”
I supposed to yell at him, how could he disregard my sincere heart-to-heart confession for a lustful thought?
However it felt so good that I went meek.
Pinning me to his body, he stepped back to his bed and sat on it with me limping awkwardly on his lap. Moistness between chapped lips attacked my neck and nape as arms attached my waist against his, persistent and hasty without giving me chance to settle balance.
“Min…” My nose met his cheekbone, our lips were just few inches from each other but we knew so much not to make them met. “Min you weren’t listening to me…. “
As if hiding from my view, he rubbed his face against my shoulder, leaving chaste kisses several times.
“I was listening…” his voice was mumbled on my shirt. Hands roved everywhere.
“Nnhh… how cruel, your brain was filled with this while I was seriously confessing my failed roma-“
“Hyung, stop… stop talking…”
I could only answer it with moans as his hand slipped into my pants.
[end of chapter 13-1/2]
Pairing: Jaemin, Jaechun
Rating: PG-13 to R
Warning: a little bit WTFs in the latter chapters
Summary: Just another campus life story
Chapter 13
“Nnh… Changmin-ah… keep… keep moving…”
“Is it there… ?”
“Yeah… you like to do this from behind, don’t you…?” I tilt my head a bit to peer at the flushed cheeks and ears. “So I can’t see you? Or so you don’t have to see me?” I query with a smirk that soon falters due to the unbearable sensation his flesh emits.
“No, it’s not that…” his breath’s heavy on my ear. Seeing how his eyelids flutter and daze whenever the heated thing thrusts me deeper only makes my savage lust worsens.
“You don’t like it this way…?” He asks between whimpers and tinge of insecurity.
“Hold me tighter…”
He tightens his arms around me while keep thrusting his hips from behind, plastering his face against my shoulder in reflex while doing so.
“I like it when you do that…” I comment while shifting my back deeper to his chest; cornering him to the wall. We both lay on our side; I’m in front, coiling one of my legs around his to give him broader access.
“Like this..?” His face meets my skin again, now rubbing along my upper spine.
“Hmm… “
“Hyung, tell me if it’s hurt…”
“No, not at all, faster Min… faster, harder…” My hand reaches to cup his buttock, skimming the flesh, while slamming him harder to me.
The respond I get are those sinful, addictive sounds coming from that throat of his.
“You’re… you’re getting better at this, you know that…?” I clutch a handful of his hair, pressing his neck deeper against my mouth.
The obscene sounds of sucking and skins slapping fill the room.
“I-I’m so close, Hyung…”
“Keep it there, I want you inside…”
My fingers travel to his lips, touching his teeth. He knows the begging inside my eyes.
“The last time… nnhh… I hurt you….” He thrusts faster.
“I don’t care, Min… just… as hard as you can, just… hard…”
Pain and pleasure are inseparable as his pace accelerates; his moans are getting desperate, fingers dig deep into my flesh. I clutch the bed sheath and release a cry of pleasure when the hot lava intrudes me, together with the delectable pain of his teeth ripping the skin of my nape.
“Changmin-ah, do it again, do it there…!” I sound so lost and panic when he lets go of my skin. Still panting and convulsing from the orgasm, he quickly responds by licking and kissing the spot he just left and continues with nibbling it gently, as his hand finds my still-hard cock and pampers the tension.
I wiggle shamelessly, as if possessed, resisting all those things he does.
“Aah…mmh.. oh God… Min…”
He’s a fast learner. The way he strokes me like no other, so mercilessly, as if not giving me chance to even adjust my breath. When I reach climax he does the rituals he always does -holding me, kissing my cheek, my ear, my hair as if controlling me from exploding while saying that he needs more.
The previously chaotic room falls in silence, no sounds but our frantic breaths.
And the sound of Changmin’s lips against the wound on my nape.
“Honestly… that was surprising…” I flip over, facing him, observing how red retreats from his face.
“Why?”
“That was the first time you asked it from me… normally it was always me who wanted it first.”
“Yeah… I… I’m sorry...”
I frown and slap his cheek lightly, stopping the look of guilt.
“Silly, I enjoyed it.”
*
*
Campus life passes as normal, me with my ward-discussion-night duty-case presentation circle and Changmin with his corpse-rape-murder-abuse pattern in forensic. The renovation in his old room has been finished but I guess there’s no reason for him to move before Yoochun returns.
Lately he’s a bit busier (he fell asleep on the table one of these days), for next week he’ll have list of finals grimly scheduled. His department doesn’t take time as long as mine so he’ll rotate to another department sooner than I will.
Talking about forensic, I once wondered why he never smelled as froggy as before, and apparently he had been taking shower in the forensic bathroom (which is rumored as haunted) and washed the suits there. So much trouble he should went through just to maintain our room in decent smell, oh well…
On the other hand, everything in surgery department doesn’t seem too troublesome for me as much as before, except for some whiny, evil bunch of rodents (read: kids) that often pop here and there. Towards this situation Yunho gave his comment one day:
“You know, at least you never fight with kids anymore. I’m so happy about that improvement.”
Oh believe me he didn’t look happy at all. And I'm able to stitch now! After stitching that horrible skin of corpse for hours, doing the same thing to living people feels like a piece of cake (they went crazy during the anesthetic process, but soon they’d shut their mouths) But somehow Yunho didn’t praise me about that, instead commenting towards my attitude to rodents by insinuation
.
However, realizing that I owe him the privilege in Anhee’s death, I decided to express my gratitude the other day.
He blinked, as if asking ‘Will tomorrow be the apocalypse?’ when I slipped a can of coffee into his suit’s pocket.
“Is this poisoned?” he asked, expressionless.
“Yes. Warfarin.”
Still staring at me, he opened the can and patted my head.
Sometimes, when I see him writing medical records so seriously in the ward, frowning and fixing the position of his glasses over and over, or seeing him trying to comfort certain patients in a rather stiff way (because, yeah, he’s not exactly the sweet-talker type) a strange feeling emerges.
“What kind of feeling?” Changmin asked when I confessed that to him one night in our room.
“It’s like I want to buy him candies.”
“…. Candies?”
“Yes. I don’t know… to add colors to his bleak face, I guess?”
Changmin exploded in his distinctive laughter as if I was joking, and commented teasingly that I actually liked emperor Yeti but too prideful to admit. He suffered quite a hard knuckle on the head for that brave opinion.
Then out of the blue he said, “Hyung… we will graduate together, right.”
I stopped knuckling his head momentarily just to give him another hard knock.
“Still two and a half years to go!” I yapped. “And you remind me that Yoochun won’t graduate together with us!”
“Why? Because of the delay?”
I nodded forlornly.
“Don’t worry about that, I heard in some cases where many students failed or delayed a certain department, they could gather to catch up during holiday… “ He said.
My eyes sparkled. “Oh? So that means I should pray that many students will fail at surgery, is that what you mean?”
We giggled evilly.
“But well… “ I continued, “Aside from that, I hate the idea about graduation.”
“Why?” He asked, seriously.
“It’s like the scary things started from there. Be it post-graduate specialization or working as real doctors…”
“You don’t plan to continue your study, do you?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe not. You?”
“I’m not sure either, don’t know if I can afford it...”
“Ah you’re right… it’ll be expensive.”
Changmin hummed as agreement and mused for a while before he said, “But it’ll be nice if we can… you know… like working in a small clinic together, far from the busy city…” His pencil twirled between his fingers when he said that.
“That kind of dream is so you, I don’t know why.” I chuckled. “Well, that’s nice. You’ll live your life peacefully and… oh, village people will love you. You, I mean. I’m not sure if it’s me.”
“Aw, people will love you, Hyung!”
“Are you kidding me? I might get my house burned!”
He let out another laugh. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on, it’s hard for me to even fake a pleasant face, I might get into troubles.”
“In that case…” He took a plastic bag of something colorful from his drawer. “Here.”
Candies.
“…………to add colors to my bleak face?” I asked.
He nodded, biting a smile.
…..and again received my knuckle because of that.
*
*
This morning I squealed to see Siwon’s name in the list of tonight’s residents, meaning it would probably be the least boring night duty ever, scenery-wise at minimum. Because so far, as a result of my bad luck, four of my seven night duties were with Jung Yunho and none of them was with Siwon -I almost thought that Yunho was a CIA agent who spied on me or a Shinigami who blocked me from earthy blessings (okay maybe that was too much)
Anyway, it’s not that I’m planning for another slutty night (otherwise I’d have worn my Dior brief of luck) but I believe Siwon won’t quiz me about the types of wounds and fractures and how to treat them and blablabla, unlike a certain someone. He will either let me adore that well-built body of his, or…
“You know… people can see those hickeys from afar.”
…….start to talk the naughty.
I turn to my left, to find him crossing arms over his chest, watching the nurses settle a victim of motorcycle accident onto the cart.
“Well, you’re the first to comment. You sure you weren’t observing me a bit too much?”
“Maybe I was. Okay, on to that one.” He points the newly admitted male patient.
After a brief of primary assessment, he decides that the case is no life threatening and starts to reposition the guy’s fractured ulna while I’m dressing the other wounds on the guy’s body, seating myself comfortably next to him while doing so.
Oh my, this kind of activity has never felt so fun.
After a while cleaning the wounds over the patient's face with saline, I realize that the guy is too quiet compared to the other patients with the same case.
“You sure he’s okay?” I asked Siwon carefully.
“I gave him morphine.”
I lash him a shock look at the unnecessary use of such strong painkiller. “Should you…?”
“It’s easier if he shuts up.”
Finished with the first layer of bandage, Siwon tells me to prepare the roll of dried gyps to fixate the guy’s arm.
“Have you done that?” he asks.
“……..once.”
“Your turn.”
I scoff, commenting about how he and Yunho are no different. But then again, it’s their job to tutor the scuts, especially the useless one like me, so I guess I was the wrong one for not wanting any experience. And honestly, after doing these kinds of task several times, they don’t feel as disgusting as they used to.
Siwon pulls off his gloves and washes his hands while I change my blood-tainted gloves into a pair of new ones, before we sit side by side, facing the cart.
He hands me a roll of gyps that has been dipped into water. “You know how to do it right.” He shifts the seat closer to me, pressing our sides. I know he won’t do that without hidden motive, and when a hand travels to my inner thigh, I realize that letting my hands full of creamy white gyps isn’t really a wise decision at the moment.
Glad the patient is unaware of his surrounding, most likely due to the morphine that has been given a bit more than the common dose.
“Oh, I should’ve known better how sick you are.” I whisper when he massages the spot an inch far from my groin.
“This is hospital. The place for sick people.” He smiles smugly.
I haven’t sure whether to cooperate with the naughtiness or not, but before I make any decision, a tall twig barges into the chamber without permission.
Siwon quickly withdraws his hand.
“Changmin, what are you doing here!?” I ask rather rudely, maybe sounding annoyed, but honestly I’m just surprise.
“I have a night duty just like you.” He answers. Together with him enters a woman on the wheelchair, face bruised and swollen. He positions the woman on the corner and starts asking her questions with low voice, disregarding me and Siwon’s presence.
“You know dongsaeng, the other chambers are empty, for a better patient’s privacy…” Siwon suggests. Unlike me, his face shows no emotion.
“No, please… I prefer with many people…” The woman, who seems to be in the state of fear, begs.
“I know, Nuna… don’t worry we’ll take care of you.” Changmin consoles her, glancing a bit at us and continues his job.
Considering the woman’s comfort, I have no choice but to rest the complaints. I continue my task (with better focus since Siwon’s hand is tucked politely between his own legs) while Changmin continues his. He finishes earlier than me and leaves the chamber.
I thought he has finally returned to the forensic building, but then he barges in for the second time, alone, and just sits at the corner with a book, ignoring my distasteful look. Siwon’s still showing no awkwardness even after noticing how Changmin blatantly observes us.
In the end I finish with the gyps and Siwon pulls the patient’s cart out of the chamber. Soon I shoot a murderous glare at the twig who has been a pain in the ass all along.
“Min! You’re disturbing my happy moment with Siwon!” I protest with a loud whisper.
“You should be careful with him!” He whispers back.
“Oh please, I know him better than you!”
“Believe me Hyung… you should see how he looks at you!”
I roll my eyes at the lame reason before letting out a long, annoyed exhale. “Okay, so he lusts towards me, so what!? It’s not like you never do, stop treating it as a big deal.”
He can’t find a word to argue, looking shocked at my accusation. I’m not hurting him okay, just trying to make him aware of the reality that neither me nor my environment are clean and naive, so his idea about ‘perverts are dangerous’ should be fixed. If I should be careful for Siwon watches me lustfully, then what should I do to Changmin? Call the police?
I puff my cheeks and leave the chamber. He doesn’t follow me.
The emergency unit is rather quiet tonight, which is a good thing. Still six hours before I can retreat to my room and have a rest, so I hope nothing tiresome occurs during that time.
I swing my legs lightly along the quite hall, passing the wash room, toilet, and pantries. Suddenly a hand pulls my wrist.
“Siwon Hyung!“
"Sshh.” He roughly pushes me to one of the pantries next to us and closes the door.
The room is almost fatal for a claustrophobic, and I should be careful not to hit my elbows against the rows of medicine properties.
However Siwon corners me like a blind horse, mouth all over me, would have slammed it against mine if I didn’t dodge.
“Hyung!”
“What…? Don’t say you never thought about anything like this towards this place.”
“Are you crazy!?“
“Relax, lots of gauze, lots of cotton, lots of.… fun things….” He nuzzles my neck and tugs my white suit down while I’m trying to shove him away.
“Gosh, give me a break…”
“Sorry, no can do.” He unbuckles my pants and pulls it down.
Now I’m exposed. Blame my hormones for the quick reaction.
“Oh you sick, horny bastard… one of those fat nurses will soon be here to collect gauze stocks and if she fucking sees us--mmmhhh…”
He presses a palm against my mouth. I don’t know since when a bottle of alcohol is in his hand, but before I manage to object about anything he pours the ice cold content into the tip of my shaft. I jolt at the sensation and hit my back hard against the wall while he presses his palm stronger to muffle my scream.
“See..? Lots of fun things…”
“F-fucker! You-mmphh…”
“Sshh don’t be too loud… let’s see who’s faster, Joongie… me getting you off or that fat nurse?
Finally letting go of my numb mouth, he kneels down in front of me and begins jerking me off.
“Siwon, sperm all over my pants will get me into trouble, I tell you…”
“I know how to keep you clean…” He inserts almost my entire length into his mouth.
I feel so dead.
Well, I don’t know what’s wrong with this. My body reacts as it should be; Siwon’s blowjob is fantastic and I’m hard as hell, to the point where I should smother myself to be less noisy. However it doesn’t feel right; there’s something out of place, something I don’t feel comfortable with. I can’t point where and definitely not because of the place.
Then a nurse knocks the door, forcing us to stop in the middle and act as if nothing happens. I sigh in relief.
*
*
Siwon went for the operation after that, while I returned to previous chamber. Changmin was still there. He scanned my hair, my face and my pants in a quick glance without saying anything. I didn’t know what he was thinking.
I think he was worried (yeah, he’s that type of person), because after Siwon was nowhere in the emergency unit, he returned to the forensic.
At 6 am my shift ends. I return to my room, take a shower and bury self peacefully into the bed. After contemplating whether or not skipping classes today, I notice a new mail has popped out in my laptop.
Seeing Yoochun's name as the sender, I read the content in excitement.
Hey, Jaesmine!
It seems like I’ll be in Korea few weeks earlier. The research finished earlier than predicted and the professors offered us to join another research to fill the time gap. But then the theme isn’t really interesting for me so I prefer to go home; which is good in a way, believe me everything is damn expensive here. I’m still not sure when exactly I’ll be there, can be as soon as next week. If there’s a new department rotation by then, that means…. see you soon roommate! *hugs*^_^
Ps: otherwise I’ll wait until there’s a new rotation, in my parent’s house. (my parents prefer the second option, they miss me so much because Yohwan only play with girls everyday)
[to be continued]
Helllooooo!!!!!!!!
In case you wondered “What the..? Did I just miss something?” in the beginning of chapter 13, well… this is what you missed xDD enjoy!! xD
chapter 13 - 1/2
(bonus chapter)
It was nothing extraordinary, began with a calm night when we were busy with one of our nightly routine activities, doing people’s task for money in Changmin’s case and reading random comic in mine. However the tranquility was shattered as I yelped when accidentally touched something in our shared rack, which was a DVD case of the horror movie, One Miscall.
I nicked the case with my thumb and index finger in both frightfully and disgustedly, thanks to the cover picture of a horrid being with holes in the face as replacement of eyes.
“Why the hell are you keeping this thing in our room!? ” I snapped at the only culprit I could blame.
The culprit, with his slow reaction as usual, couldn’t grasp the state I was in. “Donghae lends me that… why?” He asked guiltlessly.
“Don’t just leave this kind of thing anywhere, it freaks me out!”
Changmin grinned and rushed to get the thing from my hand before carefully kept it between the books inside his bag. “I’m sorry…” He giggled. “I don’t know you hate this kind of thing, I mean… you have no problem walking alone at night.”
“Well usually I didn’t think that such creatures would appear out of nowhere.” I referred to the scary ghost at the cover. “But once I see the visualization… can’t get it out of my head.”
He let out a long, ‘Aaa…’ while nodding, getting my point. “Okay… now I know, next time I’ll be extra careful…”
I scoffed sulkily and stomped back to my bed, reading the next volume of comic I just got.
And therefore we supposed to be drowned in silence, concentrating. However, not so long after that a certain noise bugged the so-called concentration. At least in the condition where one had been sensitized by the imagery of the casts from The Ring and Ju-on, simple things would only appear as not so simple.
“Changmin-ah. Stop making that sound.”
“What sound?”
“That ‘crack crack’ sound from your slippers.”
“I’m not wearing slippers.”
I turned around to check whether it was true, and it was. “Uhm… I mean that sound your toe nail makes.” I corrected.
“…..toe nail?”
“Whatever, just stop making that sound!!!”
“Oh okay, okay…”
Few minutes passed with me being paranoid with those that I thought as auditory hallucinations, of hearing vague thuds and sounds of steps, as if something was walking under us.
“Changmin-ah, did you just hear that?”
“Hear what, Hyung?”
Changmin stared at me worriedly, and since he had just made a paragraph about Paranoid Schizophrenia a day before, I knew the reason of that stare.
“……Forget it.” I held back. “I think I was-AAAAARRGGH!!!!”
Jolted by the sudden scream, he got up from the seat and approached me who quickly lift my legs and wrinkled between pillows. “Hyung!! What happened!?” He asked warily.
“Someone touched my foot!!”
“Eh? Let me see…” He knelt down to check under my bed but I pulled his T-shirt, preventing him from doing it.
“No-no-no don’t look, Min!!”
“Why..?”
“This is the part where she would pop out from down there and drag your head into nowhere!”
He stiffened for a while before shaking heads in restrained laughter, giving pity face at my overactive imagination.
“Oh my cute Hyung…. you’re really tired, aren’t you? I’ll make you something to drink…” He walked towards the door.
“Hey! Don’t leave me alone!”
“Hehehe…okay okay, come with me then…”
I was just going to get on my feet and followed him cautiously, but as soon as my feet touched the floor I jumped in shock as a small, black creature with tail sprinted from under my bed to the space behind the closet.
“MIN IT’S A RAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Eh? Where!?”
“IT’S THE GODDAMN LEPTOSPIROSIS HOW COULD IT STUMBLE HERE!!!???”
“Where!!??”
“B-B-behind the closet…”
Changmin stepped slowly towards the closet and knocked it repeatedly with his leg. Nothing happened.
“Are you sure, Hyung?” He knitted his eyebrows and tapped the closet again to make sure.
“You think I’m hallucinating!!??”
Just after that the creature sprinted another distance to the stack of books near my table, and I nearly broke my vocal cord while protecting self by standing on the bed, flailing hands hysterically like an octopus.
“Hyung, calm down… it won’t…”
“IT’S BECAUSE YOU LEFT THE ROOM WITH WINDOW OPENED THIS AFTERNOON!!!”
“Ah… “
“I’VE TOLD YOU NOT TO DO IT, RIGHT!?”
“I… I forgot…”
The mutated rat even drops the stack of books when Changmin could only stay useless and paralyzed.
“GAAAAAAAAAAAARRGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”
“Uhm… I think… we should…”
“M-M-Min, check my drawer, I have rat glue, c-check the drawer…!
He was about to do as I told when the rat made another escape.
“CHANGMIN YOU STUPID IT ENTERS THE BATHROOM!!!”
“I-I-it’s okay Hyung I can catch it, it’s just a rat, it won’t bite…”
“Just a rat?? Won’t bite?? HIV, H5N1, HPV, Hepatitis B, EBV, they won’t bite but there’s a reason why they’re hazards towards human race!” I screamed to the air and got down from the bed before running towards the door with a pillow in my arms.
“You deal with it tonight! I’ll sleep in somebody else’s room!”
*
*
As if I actually had ‘somebody else’…
…other than this certain guy who is bawling at my sudden presence in exaggerated amusement.
“Joongita….. I know dear, I know. Those nights of longing towards me would somehow become unbearable tonight…”
Certain lips were puckered towards my face.
“Ugh… get away.”
“Don’t mind that peasant Yesung and just let our burning passion swallow us into one sacred entity… OUCH.”
“Hands.
“Yoochun got it and I don’t!?” Junsu pouted while his autistic roommate Yesung only peered from the corner of his eyes, not interested, not involved but didn’t mind.
I ignored his protest and made my way to his bed (how did I know? He had his own photo imprinted on the pillow) set my pillow and nestled comfortably there. He showed no objection towards my impudence and just resumed the thing he was doing with a laptop.
“What’s wrong with your room?” He asked before throwing a piece of cracker into his mouth and munched it noisily.
“That stupid Changmin left the window opened and now a rat terrors us.”
He giggled, clapping hands. “Then where’s Minito?”
“He’s not afraid of rat so he’s taking responsibility.”
“Ooo… kay then, I already wear boxer and shirt with buttons so it’s easier to-“
“Forget it.”
Junsu answered with an ‘hmmph.’
The room was calm for a while until hysterical laughter busted out from him and Yesung, causing me to turn head curiously at the fun commotion.
“What are you guys doing?” I asked.
“I’m chatting with Yunissimo. Look. I sent him this masterpiece of mine.” He showed me a picture in his laptop, of bride and groom whose faces were photoshoped into his face and Yunho’s. “Soon after that he replied with this.”
A sweat trailed from my forehead. The reply was the same picture, but Junsu’s face was decorated childishly with a pink brush of animal ears, moustache, acnes, poop, together with an arrow pointed him, written ‘Monkey’.
“Wait. The mechanical android Yunho did this?”
Junsu nodded with a broad smile.
(Okay, so now Yunho has upgraded from Yeti. At least some androids are cool, unlike Yeti the plain mammals with questionable existence)
“How could that be!!!!??? What the hell is wrong with ozone and rainforests!!???” I shrieked.
I mean, Yunho, Yunho as in Jung Yunho, the surgery resident Jung Yunho, the used-to-be-emperor-Yeti-but-now-android Jung Yunho!!!???
“He’s indeed serious and kind of cold…” Junsu grinned. “But you can joke with him. Try to add him in YM. He’s rarely online but when we chatted we even exchanged K-pop macross….”
My mouth hang agape as I struggle to register that new information.
“Oh, and he always ends the chat with line like this, ‘Okay okay, now go study.’ , omo I think I’m falling hardeeeeerrrr…..” Junsu squealed and enthusiastically typed on his laptop.
I blinked several times and absentmindedly grabbed a magazine that was neglected on the floor and started reading to kill the time.
Half an hour or so had passed since I left my room, and I began to wonder whether Changmin was doing okay with the black mammalian intruder. At first I did think about sleeping in Junsu’s room, but somehow I couldn’t help but feeling a pang of pity towards that roommate of mine who might have already infected with leptospirosis by then.
Maybe I should check whether he was still alive.
So I waved Junsu goodbye (he complained, ‘Why!? We haven’t even kissed goodnight) and shuffled lazily towards my room.
Well, fortunately Changmin was still alive; only deserted outside the room, sitting on the floor with legs flexed against his chest the beggar style, holding a cell phone.
He looked kind of speechless when our eyes met.
“I… I thought you sleep in Junsu’s room…?” He asked hesitantly.
“I come to check whether you’ve caught the rat. How did it go?”
“Well… I’ve borrowed a mouse trap from Yeonhee.”
“Did it work?
“Yeah.”
“Then why are you still here?”
Not waiting for his answer, I turned the knob and pushed the door open. Changmin quickly got on his feet and followed me.
There, on the floor, a box of wire rat cage was placed right at the center. A small rat with size as big as a kid’s fist was running frantic inside it, nose sniffing and producing squeaky sounds.
Eeeeww.
I noticed that Changmin stayed behind me, almost attaching self to my back.
“Aish… hurry Min, take that and throw him somewhere!” I nudged his elbow with my goose bumped one.
“Oh… okay.”
He approached the cage in a really slow pace.
“Hurry up, you’re not afraid of rat, aren’t you?”
“I… I’m not…”
He leaned over and reached out to touch the cage. I almost saw slight tremor in his hand, but right when that happened someone slammed the door open rather abruptly, causing us to jump in surprise.
“Where’s the fellow?”
Kim Kibum. Hand on the waist.
Without wasting more time he stepped in and took the rat cage nonchalantly, sighing while holding back a smile like an out-of-place hero.
“Omo, big kid, you called me just to get rid of this harmless thing?”
Rather fidgeting, Changmin nodded and smiled with eyes as thin as lines. “Sorry, Kibummie…”
“You owe me ramyun tomorrow.”
He left the room.
*
*
Like a kid who had just got D for test, Changmin sat on the bed with head hanging low, submissively anticipating my other reaction beside some humiliating snickers I failed to hide earlier. My lips stretched into smile as I brushed a chlorine-soaked mop hard against the floor to diminish any trace of the filthy mammal.
After a while in silence (and effort to control myself from mocking him mercilessly) finally I expressed my comment, “You could’ve just told me that you’re also scared of it.”
“Uhm… you’d be more scared if I did….”
Seriously, I felt the urge to pinch his cheeks.
“Well, for future precaution…” I put the mop back into the bathroom and washed my hands extra thoroughly. “Check the rack. I’m sure I keep a tube of rat glue somewhere...”
Changmin hurried to do as I told as if it was a king's order.
“Is it there?”
He shook his head while keep looking.
“Oh, or maybe in the first drawer there…” I pointed at my table.
He pulled the drawer and fumbled through the content while I looked for the thing inside my closet. Finding nothing there, I turned to him.
And I noticed that he was looking at a piece of photo, seemingly stunned as if it was something weird. I leaned over to see the thing he was holding and found out that it was my old photo with Fuwa, the one taken by Yoochun.
“Oh…. I was cute there, right?” I grinned proudly. It seemed like he didn’t believe that even I was able to look almost innocent once.
“How…?”
“It’s Yoochun’s.”
“…Yoochun’s?”
“I found it accidentally one day and almost throw it away. This picture makes me a little bit sad, you know? Why did he even take my picture this way? If he wanted my photo he could just take it all the time, rather than doing it candidly like this…”
He didn’t give any comment so I continued the slurred rants. After all I needed to get the burden out of my chest.
Of course I turned my back against him, pretending to be busy with the book rack in order to hide my miserable face as much as I can.
“I know I might sound so full of myself, but if you were him, you wouldn’t take a candid picture of someone and kept it a secret for such a long time, if you didn’t love him secretly and desperately, right?”
I didn’t get the answer directly; surely he didn’t really grasp my story. Only after I repeated the last word he agreed, “…….Yeah, I wouldn’t.”
“I thought this kind of cheesy thing only existed in comic. Well, maybe I’m wrong, but I can’t help but to think that Yoochun once loved me but now he’s already-“
My line was cut off as he embraced me from behind, engulfing me into a warm, beating chest.
“C-Changmin-ah…!”
I supposed to yell at him, how could he disregard my sincere heart-to-heart confession for a lustful thought?
However it felt so good that I went meek.
Pinning me to his body, he stepped back to his bed and sat on it with me limping awkwardly on his lap. Moistness between chapped lips attacked my neck and nape as arms attached my waist against his, persistent and hasty without giving me chance to settle balance.
“Min…” My nose met his cheekbone, our lips were just few inches from each other but we knew so much not to make them met. “Min you weren’t listening to me…. “
As if hiding from my view, he rubbed his face against my shoulder, leaving chaste kisses several times.
“I was listening…” his voice was mumbled on my shirt. Hands roved everywhere.
“Nnhh… how cruel, your brain was filled with this while I was seriously confessing my failed roma-“
“Hyung, stop… stop talking…”
I could only answer it with moans as his hand slipped into my pants.
[end of chapter 13-1/2]