How I turned gay [Part 1]
“Yes, Mr. Choi,” the class replied monotonously.
Biology class with Mr. Choi was what every student dreaded every single week. Well, maybe not every student, but a certain student named Jung Yunho sure hated it. For some reason he couldn’t stand his biology teacher, he hated the mere sight of him. Mr. Choi had never acted disrespectful towards Yunho, or in any way been rude, but Yunho’s subconscious had a few reason for the evident disliking.
“Yunho? Jaejoong is staring at you again.”
Yunho pushed his chair back and stood up, effortlessly swinging his backpack over his left shoulder, deliberately ignoring his best friend, and the student who had developed an infatuation for him.
Yunho turned around, his eyes immediately connecting with a pair of brown orbs, “Let’s just go, Yoochun.”
Pushing past the line of students in front of Mr. Choi’s desk, Yunho went straight for his locker, ignoring his teacher’s questions about his homework. Yoochun picked up his backpack and watched as the black haired boy walked to the front of the class, his sinfully good-looking hips swaying from side to side, a few strands of hair falling in front of his eyes. Yoochun closed his eyes when the student walked past him, a strong scent of vanilla coming from the raven’s hair. It was well-known that Yoochun had a crush on the gorgeous student, but he never dared to ask him out since he was madly attracted to Yunho, and not himself.
When Yoochun opened his eyes, he was the only one left in the classroom, apart from his teacher who smirked at him, “He is a beauty, isn’t he?”
“Creep..” Yoochun muttered under his breath, handing his teacher his homework before he stepped out of the classroom. He spotted Yunho leaning against his locker, arms crossed across his chest and a frown painting his face.
“Took you long enough.”
“Yeah, sorry. Anyway, wanna come to my place?”
Yunho nodded, grinning when a random girl brushed up against him, “Why don’t you come to my place instead?”
He leaned closer and kissed her cheek, making her choke out a silent squeal, “Maybe later, babe. I’ll be sure to find you when I wanna have some fun.”
She licked her lips and disappeared into the crowd of her Barbie-like friends, leaving Yunho and Yoochun alone in the hallway.
Yunho excused himself to go to the toilet, completely forgetting who he always happened to run into while he was there.
He pushed open the door, revealing the seemingly empty bathroom stalls. Resting his palms on the side of the sink, he admired his reflection in the mirror with a smile. His handsome features, chiseled jawline and heart-shaped lips as well as his perfectly almond-shaped eyes were only a few of the reasons why he had so many admirers.
His smile quickly faded when the door to one of the bathroom stalls opened with loud creaks and squeaks.
“We have to stop running into each other like this.”
Yunho stared at the slender figure standing behind him through the mirror, “Jaejoong, for god’s sake, stop following me. It’s seriously creepy.”
“Is it though?”
The student named Kim Jaejoong, smirked with satisfaction as he walked closer, his eyes glued to glorious behind of the man he had dreamt about for so long. When he was close enough, he placed his hands on Yunho’s hips, pressing his front flush against Yunho’s backside. The taller student immediately turned around and pushed him off, “Stop it! God, what’s wrong with you!? Don’t’ fucking touch me.”
A dark and mischievous chuckle emitted from Jaejoong’s plump lips, sending Yunho into a deep trance-like state. He stared at Jaejoong’s lips, long enough for the raven to notice.
“I know,” he said, sliding closer to Yunho until he had him pinned against the sink, his small hands resting on Yunho’s chest, “that you want me, you just don’t want to admit it.”
Yunho’s breathing hitched when he realized how close they were; Jaejoong’s face only a breath away from his own. Jaejoong leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on Yunho’s neck, making the taller boy moan softly.
“Told you so. You totally want me.”
“I-I.. don’t.”
“Really? Because I want you. More than you’ll ever know.”
The pale boy slid his thigh between Yunho’s legs, moaning when he felt him leaning into his touch.
“Why can’t you stop resisting? I know you want it, want me. ”
Before Yunho could process what was going on, Jaejoong unzipped his pants, pulled them down and dropped to his knees.
‘God, what am I doing?!’
“S-Stop it! Shit, stop it! Get up, dammit! I-I’m not gay!”
Yunho pulled up his pants and ran out the bathroom, not even sparing Jaejoong a second glance. He ran out to the parking lot where Yoochun waited for him.
“Took YOU long enou-dude? Your face is flushed.”
Yunho touched his cheeks and they were scorching hot. Only when he looked down did he realize the affect Jaejoong’s touch had on him. He folded his hands over the front of his pants, hiding the bulge. He felt like he was obliged to tell Yoochun about what happened, so he did. He gave him a pat on the back and Yunho gave him a major laugh.
When Yunho entered the classroom the next day, word about the bathroom incident had gotten around, and he already knew who told everyone. He walked to his desk, trying to ignore the silent whispers and muffled laughs coming from his classmates who eyed him intently.
“Hot for the pale one, are we?”
“Got a little action yesterday, Jung?”
Yunho huffed in annoyance and slumped back in his chair, frowning when Jaejoong came into his view seconds later with a smirk painted across his face. Jaejoong licked his lips, liking the affect the simple action had on Yunho, whose jaw dropped at the sight. He thought about what would have happened if he hadn’t left the bathroom. He imagined what Jaejoong’s lips would feel like wrapped around his cock, what it would feel like when his manhood slid in and out of the raven’s mouth while he entangled his fingers in Jaejoong’s dark locks.
When his math teacher cleared his throat, Yunho snapped back to reality, noticing how Jaejoong walked past him as slowly as he possibly could without it being annoying for the students behind him. Surprisingly enough, nothing else happened. No random touches or vulgar words like he was used to getting from the shorter boy on a daily basis. Maybe Jaejoong had finally understood that Yunho wasn’t gay.
Half-way through an incredibly boring math class, Yoochun handed Yunho a small note, mouthing ‘from Jaejoong.’ Yunho rolled his eyes and threw the note to the floor, sighing when he heard a deep chuckle coming from behind him. Kim Junsu, one of Yunho’s many friends, picked up the note and handed it back to him, silently telling him to read it for Jaejoong’s sake.
This time, he accepted the pile of shriveled paper. He ran his palm over the note, straightening it out. He recognized the writing as Jaejoong’s and the words scribbled down surely seemed to come from him as well.
‘This class is a drag. Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes. I’ll show you what my lips can do, I know you want it.’
There it was again. The simple phrase that caused Yunho to question what he really desired. ‘I know you want it.’
He decided that he would once and for all find out if he really wanted Jaejoong, if he was really gay.
Surely enough, a few minutes after Jaejoong excused himself to go the bathroom, Yunho did the same, silently wondering if he would be the same person after Jaejoong was done with him.
A/N: Part 2
Biology class with Mr. Choi was what every student dreaded every single week. Well, maybe not every student, but a certain student named Jung Yunho sure hated it. For some reason he couldn’t stand his biology teacher, he hated the mere sight of him. Mr. Choi had never acted disrespectful towards Yunho, or in any way been rude, but Yunho’s subconscious had a few reason for the evident disliking.
“Yunho? Jaejoong is staring at you again.”
Yunho pushed his chair back and stood up, effortlessly swinging his backpack over his left shoulder, deliberately ignoring his best friend, and the student who had developed an infatuation for him.
Yunho turned around, his eyes immediately connecting with a pair of brown orbs, “Let’s just go, Yoochun.”
Pushing past the line of students in front of Mr. Choi’s desk, Yunho went straight for his locker, ignoring his teacher’s questions about his homework. Yoochun picked up his backpack and watched as the black haired boy walked to the front of the class, his sinfully good-looking hips swaying from side to side, a few strands of hair falling in front of his eyes. Yoochun closed his eyes when the student walked past him, a strong scent of vanilla coming from the raven’s hair. It was well-known that Yoochun had a crush on the gorgeous student, but he never dared to ask him out since he was madly attracted to Yunho, and not himself.
When Yoochun opened his eyes, he was the only one left in the classroom, apart from his teacher who smirked at him, “He is a beauty, isn’t he?”
“Creep..” Yoochun muttered under his breath, handing his teacher his homework before he stepped out of the classroom. He spotted Yunho leaning against his locker, arms crossed across his chest and a frown painting his face.
“Took you long enough.”
“Yeah, sorry. Anyway, wanna come to my place?”
Yunho nodded, grinning when a random girl brushed up against him, “Why don’t you come to my place instead?”
He leaned closer and kissed her cheek, making her choke out a silent squeal, “Maybe later, babe. I’ll be sure to find you when I wanna have some fun.”
She licked her lips and disappeared into the crowd of her Barbie-like friends, leaving Yunho and Yoochun alone in the hallway.
Yunho excused himself to go to the toilet, completely forgetting who he always happened to run into while he was there.
He pushed open the door, revealing the seemingly empty bathroom stalls. Resting his palms on the side of the sink, he admired his reflection in the mirror with a smile. His handsome features, chiseled jawline and heart-shaped lips as well as his perfectly almond-shaped eyes were only a few of the reasons why he had so many admirers.
His smile quickly faded when the door to one of the bathroom stalls opened with loud creaks and squeaks.
“We have to stop running into each other like this.”
Yunho stared at the slender figure standing behind him through the mirror, “Jaejoong, for god’s sake, stop following me. It’s seriously creepy.”
“Is it though?”
The student named Kim Jaejoong, smirked with satisfaction as he walked closer, his eyes glued to glorious behind of the man he had dreamt about for so long. When he was close enough, he placed his hands on Yunho’s hips, pressing his front flush against Yunho’s backside. The taller student immediately turned around and pushed him off, “Stop it! God, what’s wrong with you!? Don’t’ fucking touch me.”
A dark and mischievous chuckle emitted from Jaejoong’s plump lips, sending Yunho into a deep trance-like state. He stared at Jaejoong’s lips, long enough for the raven to notice.
“I know,” he said, sliding closer to Yunho until he had him pinned against the sink, his small hands resting on Yunho’s chest, “that you want me, you just don’t want to admit it.”
Yunho’s breathing hitched when he realized how close they were; Jaejoong’s face only a breath away from his own. Jaejoong leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on Yunho’s neck, making the taller boy moan softly.
“Told you so. You totally want me.”
“I-I.. don’t.”
“Really? Because I want you. More than you’ll ever know.”
The pale boy slid his thigh between Yunho’s legs, moaning when he felt him leaning into his touch.
“Why can’t you stop resisting? I know you want it, want me. ”
Before Yunho could process what was going on, Jaejoong unzipped his pants, pulled them down and dropped to his knees.
‘God, what am I doing?!’
“S-Stop it! Shit, stop it! Get up, dammit! I-I’m not gay!”
Yunho pulled up his pants and ran out the bathroom, not even sparing Jaejoong a second glance. He ran out to the parking lot where Yoochun waited for him.
“Took YOU long enou-dude? Your face is flushed.”
Yunho touched his cheeks and they were scorching hot. Only when he looked down did he realize the affect Jaejoong’s touch had on him. He folded his hands over the front of his pants, hiding the bulge. He felt like he was obliged to tell Yoochun about what happened, so he did. He gave him a pat on the back and Yunho gave him a major laugh.
When Yunho entered the classroom the next day, word about the bathroom incident had gotten around, and he already knew who told everyone. He walked to his desk, trying to ignore the silent whispers and muffled laughs coming from his classmates who eyed him intently.
“Hot for the pale one, are we?”
“Got a little action yesterday, Jung?”
Yunho huffed in annoyance and slumped back in his chair, frowning when Jaejoong came into his view seconds later with a smirk painted across his face. Jaejoong licked his lips, liking the affect the simple action had on Yunho, whose jaw dropped at the sight. He thought about what would have happened if he hadn’t left the bathroom. He imagined what Jaejoong’s lips would feel like wrapped around his cock, what it would feel like when his manhood slid in and out of the raven’s mouth while he entangled his fingers in Jaejoong’s dark locks.
When his math teacher cleared his throat, Yunho snapped back to reality, noticing how Jaejoong walked past him as slowly as he possibly could without it being annoying for the students behind him. Surprisingly enough, nothing else happened. No random touches or vulgar words like he was used to getting from the shorter boy on a daily basis. Maybe Jaejoong had finally understood that Yunho wasn’t gay.
Half-way through an incredibly boring math class, Yoochun handed Yunho a small note, mouthing ‘from Jaejoong.’ Yunho rolled his eyes and threw the note to the floor, sighing when he heard a deep chuckle coming from behind him. Kim Junsu, one of Yunho’s many friends, picked up the note and handed it back to him, silently telling him to read it for Jaejoong’s sake.
This time, he accepted the pile of shriveled paper. He ran his palm over the note, straightening it out. He recognized the writing as Jaejoong’s and the words scribbled down surely seemed to come from him as well.
‘This class is a drag. Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes. I’ll show you what my lips can do, I know you want it.’
There it was again. The simple phrase that caused Yunho to question what he really desired. ‘I know you want it.’
He decided that he would once and for all find out if he really wanted Jaejoong, if he was really gay.
Surely enough, a few minutes after Jaejoong excused himself to go the bathroom, Yunho did the same, silently wondering if he would be the same person after Jaejoong was done with him.
A/N: Part 2