Quite Forbidden Prologue
Quite Forbidden
Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Taemin (complicated)
NC-17 - R
After a drunken night of passion and ecstasy, Jaejoong wakes to the pleasant ray of sunshine caressing his face due to wide open curtains. He was in an uncluttered foreign room, under soft, azure blankets and beside him, a handsome stranger.
One night stands.
He's never engaged in one before. Jaejoong firmly believed in commitments, most especially monogamy and now here he was, hungover with his back pressed against some older man he met in a bar. After pushing all the events of that perfect night behind him, Changmin finds him then begs to start anew. What happens when he meets the stranger once more, but this time, he's dressed in an ugly sweatshirt, reading the daily newspaper, sipping a cup of strong, black coffee, and introduced as a father... Changmin's father.
PRLOGUE
He had to try to sneak out of bed. Jaejoong feared the awkward morning that would soon come ahead if he stayed any longer. He needed to leave.
Slowly, as not to arouse the other from sleep, Jaejoong gently lifted the toned arm wrapped around his front that locked him in place. The other man stirred and Jaejoong held his breath, thinking he had managed to wake him. After a moment of silence, the effeminate teen realized he was wrong then continued on, also carefully untangling their legs from one another. A faint thought flickered in his head as he was trying to flee. The man was really trying to cocoon him with his embrace, wasn't he? Somehow, that made Jaejoong's lips quirk up in delight. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally fully unwrapped himself from the man. Now all he had to do was roll out of bed and-
“Where are you going?”
Shit.
Arms quickly returned around his slender frame, ensnaring him once again in his warm hold, only this time tighter, ensuring that he doesn't escape.
He's been caught.
“Uh... I was ummm...” Jaejoong nervously tried to think of something smart to say, beads of sweat slowly accumulating on his crown.
He felt the man's beautiful lips trace along his long neck, moving down to caress him all the way to the tip of his shoulders, then to the bony blades of his back. The arms that were around him began their quest around his body once more, touching the soft skin that was slowly flushing pink. Skimming hands did nothing more than memorize every dip and curve of his body. “You were going to leave without saying goodbye, weren't you?”
“Y-yeah but I-”
“Shhh” He sensually whispered in his ears. His lips have travelled up and were now busily sucking on his neck, trying to leave a mark that he would not forget.
“Ah~” Jaejoong moaned like a pleasured siren thus igniting the fire of passion once more. The older man aggressively ripped away the azure blankets that covered his slim body, thus exposing the graceful curve of his back to the other man.
He gently pushed Jaejoong to lie on his back while he positioned himself above. The taller man stared at his body in wonder, noting how his alabaster skin bathed in the morning sun that seeped in through the wide open curtains making him shine.
Jaejoong fluttered his eyes open then lay his eyes on the stranger. He was so handsome. The man had sharp and striking eyes that stared at him with such ferocity, eliciting a gasp from the younger man. The other was definitely older than him. If the brief case and hung suits from the other side of the room didn't hint that already, the man's appearance surely did. He couldn't be a day older than 35, Jaejoong thought, and even though he seemed twice his age, that still did not deny the fact that he looked like an Adonis. Now if only he remembered his name...
“I've never had anyone as beautiful as you. Please do not leave me yet.” The man said before dipping down and capturing his plump lips. The contact was slow, sweet, and unrushed. Their lips fit perfectly with one another. When Jaejoong felt his soft appendage asking for entry, he gladly opened his lips a bit to accommodate it. The other languidly probed his tongue all around the raven's sweet cavern. There was something extremely erotic about their slow dance of tongues and for a while, Jaejoong considered staying, he needed at least another round with this man. He felt himself hardening as the kiss only grew more intense. The older man was hugging him to his chest really tightly as if trying to meld their two forms together. The latter rested his hands behind Jaejoong's back, cupping his smooth butt cheeks. Jaejoong could scarcely breathe due to all the sensations. This was too good.
But Changmin...
Right when the man on top was about to latch his lips to his neck once more, the raven pushed him off harshly. The other man was now on the other side of the bed with a confused expression dawning on his face as Jaejoong stared, still trying to catch his breath.
“Wait... Jae-”
“I have a boyfriend.” Yeah, a bastard who cheated on me... but we never really formally broke up yet... so this is wrong. Jaejoong added in his head, whilst also arguing with himself internally.
The other was silent after that and absently stared as Jaejoong scuffled off, busily trying to look for his clothes that were a mess on the floor as the other watched.
“Um.. uh..” He spoke after a moment, now awkwardly facing him. He could not remember his name.
“It's Yunho.” He said simply, looking sexy with the way he was staring at Jaejoong and how he lay back on his elbows, showing off his beautiful abs. He chuckled lightly at the raven who was in the middle of a scavenger hunt for all his lost clothes. So far, he's only found his black skinny jeans and briefs.
“Yunho-sshi, is my shirt on your side of the bed?”
“Oh. Yeah about that.” He shifted to the side of the bed then grabbed something from the smooth granite floors. He lifted a white blouse that looked as if it had been mauled by a wild tiger “I kind of tore it off you last night...” He said while guiltily scratching the back of his head. “If you want, you can borrow one of my shirts...”
“Yes please. I kind of don't want to walk out of here half-naked as you can see.”
“I wouldn't mind, though, if you did.” Yunho added with a smirk. He stood up from his king-sized bed, looking as graceful as any prince would. Instead of grabbing one from his drawer, he walked out of his room, naked as the day he was born, to retrieve a shirt. A few silent moments later, he returned with a white shirt and tossed it over to the beautiful boy who stood awkwardly (and blushing profusely for some reason) by his closet, already wearing his jeans.
“It's a shame for you to go so soon, Jaejoong-ah.” Yunho, almost a full head taller than him, said looking down.
“I already told you. I have a boyfriend.” He replied, walking to the side to add more space in between their bodies.
“That didn't stop you from having sex with me last night.” Yunho all but purred as a predatory look glinted in his hazel eyes. He looked as if he was about to feast on him (again) in at any given moment.
“W-well that's different... I was... I-”
“Drunk? Intoxicated? Hmm?”
“Y-yeah..” He nervously looked down to his feet as to avoid Yunho's stern gaze.
“You know, I found you crying all alone in the bar, drowning yourself away with alcohol. Being the gentleman that I was, I approached you to ask what was wrong. You stared at me with those big beautiful eyes of yours and I could already tell exactly how heartbroken you were. It made me want to comfort you, steal the pain away...”
“So you took advantage of me?” Jaejoong interrupted only because he still could not believe himself. He'd been drunk many times before and even then, he never had drunk sex with anybody. People usually had tried to bed him every time he was drunk and yet he didn't fall for the trap. And now this Yunho character comes along and sweeps him off his feet. He made him defy all of the principals he so believed in, attracting him like a moth to flames.
Yunho looked at him disbelievingly and chose to ignore the question. He strode up gripped Jae's thin waist in a firm grip, kissing those lips again, this time in a hurry as if he'd never see him again after this. Jaejoong found himself responding with just the same amount of vigor before he could stop himself.
“Jae, don't go yet.” He whispered as he breathed on his plush lips.
“I have to... Yunho.” This time, it felt more like an obligation rather than what he really wanted to do.
And so, Yunho watched silently as the man he so desired left him alone in the solace of his apartment.
Shim Changmin. In school, he was eyed as their royal prince. Everywhere he walked, people naturally followed like eager kindergarten children. His words were law. Whoever he befriended would inevitably gain popularity too. All males and females desired him, and yes, faculty and staff alike. People also saw him as a man without a single problem in his life. He wasn't only a deity in school but he was also a very respected... heir, so to say. His father was a very rich man. He is both the President and CEO of his own company, J&S Corporation. What they didn't know was that he lived in a flawed household. He grew up with parents who did not even love each other. He grew up with a mother that thought of him as nothing but...a mistake. For three years, his parents were both tangled in a lawsuit, fighting over their many assets, and not Changmin. Heck, his mother could care less if he died right then and there. She only cared about the money. Cold, hard, money that his father had a lot of. It was like a breath of fresh air when it was all over. But this still left Changmin depressed.
During his Sophomore year in high school, when the lawsuit was still going on, he finally had methim. If it were appropriate to call it love at first sight, then let it be so because that was exactly how it felt. Changmin was just walking down the freshmen corridors during lunch time (since he preferred the silence of the hallway rather than the almost blaring loudness of the cafeteria) when he first settled his eyes on him, and just like in all fairytales, it felt as if he'd been stabbed by Cupid's arrow, plunged deeply... straight at his pulsing heart. Then, he could not find it in himself to look away. He got it bad.
Kim Jaejoong. He truly was a sight to behold. It only took a small glimpse of the teen and that was all it took for Changmin to fall in love. First of all, Changmin never even knew that he was gayto begin with until then. He was so drawn in by the fey creature that it didn't even bother him that he was attracted to....a person of his own gender. . .
He simply stared in awe at the boy who sat in the empty music room, playing euphonious melodies on the grand piano. He was so focused on his own world of adagio and serenade that he did not notice Changmin's presence who was now slowly walking over.
“Hi.” The usual genius, Changmin, stupidly piped out. 'Talk about bad timing!' He thought to himself. Now he felt like punching himself for acting so lamely.
Large doe eyes stared at him in surprise, still really unaware he had company at all. “Hello.” He replies.
“Ummm... you play well. Do you take lessons?”
“No. My parents taught me when I was young and now I'm just learning my favorite pieces by myself.” The younger replies as he starts folding up his sheet music to pack it back inside his bag.
“Oh! Wait! No! I'm sorry for interrupting! You can continue playing!”
The other giggled, and Changmin thought to himself how he loved the sound of that very much. “Oh no. I'm pretty hungry anyways. I should hurry now and eat lunch. Care to join?”
The taller one was surprised yet very delighted by his offer. He nodded dumbly as the pretty man stood up.
“And I didn't catch your name. You're?”
“Changmin! Shim Changmin!”
“Ah~ I'm Kim Jaejoong. Nice to meet you.”
Much to the admirers of Changmin's dismay, the two had started dating a few weeks after that incident and they've been going strong ever since. Naturally, they grew envious of Kim Jaejoong for capturing their prince's attention. They couldn't hate him though because it was perfectly justifiable for Changmin to fall for him. Jaejoong was after all like an angel, soft raven locks that framed his beautiful face, wide doe-like eyes below long eyelashes, and plump lips that never lost its rose-pricked tinge. Kim Jaejoong was the definition of beauty itself, so to speak, and it was only natural for two flawless beings to fall for each other. Soon afterwards, mostly everyone supported them..... that is, except for one who always held vengeance in his heart.
“Jaejoong! Please forgive me! I swear to god up above, nothing, I repeat, nothing happened between me and Taemin!”
Jaejoong, still a bit guilty for the activities that transpired the night before, merely looked away from his (ex?) boyfriend and chose to stare at the sidewalk instead. It was still too soon. He could still feel the firm press of Yunho's lips on his collar bone. He could still remember the texture of his rough hands as he caressed him all over, on his neck, chest, sides, thighs, and... below.... still remember how he had ravished him that night... and morning. He blushed at the memory, the flashes of the encounter unwillingly playing in his head.
“Jae! Are you even listening to me?”
He snapped his head up and stared at the man he thought he loved until guilt washed over him once more.
“He just approached me while I was unaware and... God! Just please forgive me! I love you!”
“Just tell that to the person who had your tongue down his throat. I'm pretty sure he'd be delighted to hear that.” The venom lacing his words surprised not only Changmin but he himself. Even if something did happen, they'd both be equally guilty, Jaejoong thought. Changmin didn't deserve this treatment....
“Jae! I love you so much... please give me another chance.” A lone tear rolled down his eyes. The idea of losing Jae was aching his heart. “Please. Please. Please” He croaked. When he saw that his lover merely looked away again, he decided that this couldn't go on any longer. He got down on his knees and hugged Jaejoong's legs, desperately needing to be forgiven.
Jaejoong was moved to pity. He stared at Changmin sadly before stooping down to cup his face.
“Changmin.” He whispered as he continued sobbing. “Minnie, stop.” He lightly brushed his tears away as he caressed his cheeks. “I... I forgive you.”
{1 month later}
After much time spent arguing with himself over and over, Changmin finally decided to confess to his father about his relationship with Jaejoong. Yes, he has been dating the latter for two full years without his father knowing. He felt guilty for lying to him, the sole other person (besides Jaejoong) in his life who actually understood him and genuinely loved him. But seriously... what could he do? His father would certainly note like it if he found out about his homosexual escapades. He was too afraid of his father's disapproval. Also, Changmin was the heir to the company for Christ's sakes! Of course he expected his father to be mad with the fact that he's gay.
Nervously, he chewed on his thick lips - a bad habit of his - as he waited patiently for Jaejoong to arrive. He was starting to have second thoughts. Maybe he should've told his father about him coming over first... Suddenly, the decision to make Jaejoong's visit a “surprise” sounded completely absurd and he really wanted to smack himself on the head right now. Right before grab the phone and call his boyfriend to suspend the meeting until next weekend, the door bell rings. Instantly he jolts up and screams “I'LL GET IT!!!”
When he opened the door, he was greeted by a light smirk adorning his beautiful boyfriend's soft features. “I could hear you from out here.” He said.
Changmin gave him an uneasy smile before scooping him up to his arms. He buried his face in his neck and whispered, “I'm nervous.”
“Don't worry, I am too.” The other replied while comfortingly brushing his long fingers through chocolate tresses. “But we can do this. It's just like introducing your girlfriend.... yet I'm not a girl... but it's similar”
“You sure do look like one, though.”
And at that, Changmin quickly ducked before Jaejoong could claw his eyes out for what he just said.
“Come on. Let me introduce you to my dad.” The taller one said before pressing a swift kiss on plump lips for good luck.
When the two entered the kitchen, Jaejoong stared in awe at the state-of-the-art appliances. The sleek, stainless steel refrigerator, the matching stove, the colorful array of herbs and spices resting on a metal rack, and the smooth marble island counter top. After surveying his eyes through the large kitchen, he focused them on the man who was sitting on the kitchen table. His back was to them and Jaejoong grimaced when he saw the design on his sweater. Who knitted that... thing? It is an absolute sin to mix that shade of maroon with pink. And why were there small smidgens of neon blue snow flakes?
While Jaejoong was mentally murdering the creator of such a sweater, Changmin purposely coughed to get his father's attention.
“Dad?”
“Mmm”
“I want you to meet someone.”
The man, exuding authority and power (albeit being dressed in that hideous sweater) turned around to meet his son's guest.
“This is Jaejoong... my lover...”
To be continued
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Author's note #2: 2886 WC
Hopefully I don't get flooded with assignments tomorrow. I feel very inspired all of a sudden. If ever I'm not bombarded w/ assignments tomorrow, I'll post the next part in about two (or three) days.
Please tell me what you think about this plot line /:)