parings: Jaemin/Minjae
rated: n-17 (smut, violence, gore, murder)
genre: angst, drama, au
length: complete
disclaimer: english isn't my native language
*sorry not reviewed*
[Changmin's POV]
I could describe his perfect, soft, delicate and pale skin. I could tell I knew every note of his soft tone of voice. I could tell you how his big, dark eyes seem deep. I knew his first name and knew his stage name. Still, I knew nothing about him.
I was in doubt for a second or two, thinking "every time I see him he looks younger."
Jaejoong was wearing jeans torn at the knees, a broad white shirt and a black sweater hoodie. Completely soaked. Holding an old canvas backpack on one shoulder.
He didn't look happy. Well, when he's happy?
I stopped the car next to him, opened the car window and asked, "Hey pretty. Come in. Are you soaked."
He looked at me angrily. Seeing some emotion on his face, even though it was anger made me smile. I dislike the expression stray kitten he had before.
"What is it, Changmin. You become a stalker now?"
"I would say that our destinies were intertwined."
"Less drama, please."
I laughed again. I can not understand my reactions.
"What are you doing here, kitten?"
He looked at me like he didn't understand my language and I realized that something was wrong.
"Jaejoong? Jaejoong, get in the car."
He didn't hear me.
His eyes were focused on a group of men in suits who left a building. I did not know what was happening, all those austere men dressed in similar, elegant and impersonal way.
Suddenly, he opened the door and said "Let's go."
One of the men had stopped in the rain, his assistant holding a large black umbrella over his head.
Jaejoong grabbed the sleeve of my jacket and yelled "LET'S GO! NOW!"
The elegant man was looking in our direction.
"Changmin! Let's go!" Jaejoong was in trouble.
Some men dressed as security guards started running towards us, and that put me into action. I started the car and sped as fast as I could, going through a red light and nearly causing an accident.
I thought maybe we were followed, but I have not seen any car following us. Even so, I made evasive maneuvers to outwit whoever had the courage to do so.
After some time, as I drove far away, he asked, almost shyly, "You will not ask me anything?"
I thought a bit before answering, "Are you hungry?"
He laughed and I felt a little better.
-
I bought new clothes for him, and he threw the wet clothes in the back seat of the car, but I would not admit I was worried about the possibility of him getting sick.
Is this some sort of identity crisis, I'm getting going crazy, why am I bothering with a project bitch?
When he took off his clothes in the car I watched, nothing has changed, it remains deliciously perfect.
He muttered, "You're fucking me with your eyes, Changmin. Inelegant."
"When I look at your body, kitten, I don't care about being elegant or not."
Some people have started realizing that there was a naked guy in my car, he laughed and put the dry clothes I had bought for him.
-
"How long have you not eat?" I asked, watching him devour the food like a refugee. "Can you cook? The refrigerator in your house is empty? Seriously, when was your last meal."
He rolled his eyes.
I laughed. "It's because I'm impressed, you're like me when I'm eating."
"You're not eating right now."
When he said, I looked at the table in front of me. Really. I was so focused on the kitten had forgotten myself.
I'm sick?
He had no idea what it meant to the fact that I, Shim Changmin, was not thinking about eating something.
"I guess I'm kind of sick."
Not that I expected, he reached across the table and touched my forehead. His cold, soft hand felt good.
"You don't look sick."
In my mind I muttered under my breath 'isn't that kind of disease, you idiot.'
It was still raining outside.
"I must go."
I didn't want to let him go.
"Jaejoong, stay here tonight."
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not a who-"
"Whore, I know."
I got up and went to him, holding his cute and pretty face between my fingers. "I'm offering you food and shelter, a heated night."
"You just want to fuck me."
"That's true, kitten. But tonight, I just want to comfort you .. you know, like a good friend."
He stood up and walked away from me.
"You're not my friend. You are nothing to me. Why should I trust you?"
"You should not trust me." I smirked. My skittish kitten is even more hot when he's angry.
He snorted and grabbed his duffel bag that was lying on the couch. "I'm leaving."
But before he reached the door I grabbed his wrist and threw him against the wall, pressing my body against him. My intention was to provoke him sexually.
This wasn't my first intention, but being with Jaejoong that was a foregone conclusion.
When I realized that his eyes that held tears.
"Jaejoong ...?"
I tried to make him look at me, but he kept his head down. A tear trickled down his cheek.
"Jaejoong! Are you hurt?"
He pushed me furiously and shouted "Yes! I'm hurt! My soul is hurt!"
"Jaejoong ..." I tried to get closer, anxious, worried. What is happening to me? I don't care about people.
"Don't touch me! You may not realize it but I ... I ... I'm a person!"
"I know, I-"
"No. You don't know! Don't you know anything, don't you care care about anything! You're just like any other person I've ever met in my life! Says I'm beautiful! Says I'm perfect! The only thing that people can think about me is about sex!! I'm just a fucking sex toy, isn't? "
What could I say?
I had said I wanted to comfort him and in the end I was looking for sex. He was right.
I felt bad for being myself.
"I'm sorry ..."
"No. YOU DON'T!"
Maybe I should let it go. I was feeling like an idiot.
"You know what?" He said, taking the bangs of the front of his red eyes. "I don't care."
"Do you care ...." My voice was barely a whisper.
"No, I don't care anymore." He laughed, but his laughter sounded sarcastic and cold. I didn't like to hear that sound. "I think I'm numb already."
He took off his shirt.
I knew his body. His perfect body.
But I couldn't admire him as I always had. Jaejoong was acting strange. When he started to move toward me, I backed a few steps without realizing.
Dammit.
When he began to unbuckle his belt and take the pants I gasped "J-J-Jaejoong ... what are you d-doing ...?"
I fell on the couch because he kept moving toward me.
"The first time we met, you said I was the only man you ever wanted to fuck in your life ... That means that you really ... really never touched a man before?"
"I n-never ..."
"No matter how girly is my face, inside my pants ... I'm a man."
"I know."
"How far does your interest in me, Changmin-ah? I mean, how far will you be interest in my body? Changmin-ah, a guy who has never been with another guy. You just want to fuck me? My hole is the only thing it matter now? Are you really interested in me, not because my androgen look but for me as a sexy man? Really?"
The tears continued to fall down his face, but I could feel the anger exploding in his chest. He wasn't mad at me, but with something else.
"I want you, Jaejoong." I muttered.
"As man?"
"As a man."
"Prove to me."
I stared at him in the eyes. It wasn't just about proving my desire for him as my man. It was something more substantial - not just what until then distanced ourselves physically, but psychologically.
He took off his pants and his underwear.
His cock was hard as stone.
I wondered how it feels, he seeing me sitting on the couch, staring at him with surprised eyes (or should I say 'scared'). At his mercy, proving to be thirsty for his body, his manliness.
"Suck it." He said.
I never touched a man. I haven't thought that someday I'd be in this position. Grabbing a guy's dick? Sulking a guy's dick? Is this me?
Really? What happened?
I was more horny than ever.
Grabbing his cock, I muttered "I thought you'd never ask ..."
His skin was soft and warm. As every inch of his body, smelled good. Maybe I instinctively knew that I would love to suck his cock, but the action itself, was something much better than I could imagine. I was moaning before realizing.
He pulled my hair, purring like a kitten.
I love .... I love to hear his moans.
He started fucking my mouth harder. It hurt a bit, I was choking. But I never felt so horny before.
He came in my mouth and I swallowed most of it, some sticky droplets dripping from my chin and he smirked.
"You're a good boy ..." he muttered, wiping a drop of cum with the tip of a finger and point inside his mouth. "I'm proud of you, Min-ah."
I couldn't say it but I felt the same way.
He pulled away and said "I'll take a shower, choose a good movie and make popcorn, yes?"
When he turned his back I smiled whispering "motherfucker."