Now - Chapter 3 - "Let Me Fall In Love
parings: Jaemin/Minjae
rated: n-17 (smut, violence, gore, murder)
genre: angst, drama, au
length: complete
disclaimer: english isn't my native language
Changmin was a hired assassin, a cold and empty man, prepared to die any day without having never believed in love. One night, he felt his heart beat fast when he saw the pale skin and dark eyes that seemed to be a demon of sex, a succubus - the young and beautiful stripper Youngwoong. Without realizing, he was attracted by a network of lies, hatred and revenge, unable to resist his treacherous heart that fell in love with someone who wasn't who he seemed to be.
*sorry, not reviewed*[Changmin's POV]
None of us were watching the movie. No, really.
"You can't stop looking at me?"
"I missed you." Why am I acting so strange?
He laughed and touched the tip of my nose with his finger. "You lie."
I bit his finger gently.
He was lying on the couch and I sat on the floor near him.
"Why do you spoil all my attempts to be charming?"
"Why do you lie so badly?"
"I'm not lying, though."
"You're just pretending to be something you are not ... I mean, 'cute'. "
"Kitty, you wouldn't like the real me."
He seemed sad now.
"Nobody is what it seems. In the end, I think we are all detestable ... But okay, I don't think I'll love you one day, anyway. "
Why is he so cold?
Since when I care about others?
"Remember when I said I think I'm sick?"
He put his hand on my forehead again. I closed my eyes.
The soft touch of his hand...
"You don't look sick." He said, like that other time.
"You're my disease." I replied.
He smirked. "So you know that's probably not safe to approach me."
"I like to live dangerously." I said and kissed him.
At first I just wanted him to understand my primal need to be in physical contact with him, to feel his lips on mine, feel his skin on mine. But what was happening was spinning out of my control, it was like I was drunk, my hands were acting without that I realized, feeling with my fingertips every inch of his soft skin, I touched tenderly and insatiably at same time . It was as if I was hungry for him.
He moaned softly as if to protest, but it was not as if any of us could stop what was happening. I completed him.
The muscles of his lean and muscular abdomen were tense when I touched it with my fingertips.
He was moaning my name.
He opened his legs when I stuck my hand inside his underwear.
I didn't realize he was pulling my hair until I felt a little pain. But okay, I like to feel a little pain. When I leave him, he will feel more pain. Everyone I know feel pain because of me, somehow, in the end.
He was holding my face and frowned - his hands were wet. I was crying?
I must be going crazy.
I lay on him pumping his dick, he panted my name when I whispered in her ear "you want it, don't you want, whore?"
I was holding his wrists above his head, and he couldn't slap me. I know he hates being called that.
He tried to hit me again.
"Get off me, I hate you!" He said angrily.
"Why don't you try to hit me again, whore?"
He tried to pull away again.
"Whore, whore, whore." I whispered, I've never seen someone so angry. He was crying with rage now. "You're nothing but a pretty whore ."
"I'll kill you!" He said.
"Well, you can try." I smiled evilly and ran like a kid who had just made a very bad prank.
He ran after me shouting something about cut me into a thousand pieces, and it sounded so funny. He is irresistible when he's pissed off, you know.
I entered the room and took off my shirt before he came.
He slapped me in the face and I tasted blood.
That's better, my skittish kitten had turned into a tiger.
"You can do better, kitten."
He began furiously pounding my chest, but it didn't hurt me, just warmed my blood. I'm in love with this his wild side.
He bit my shoulder and I groaned. With one arm I grabbed him by his thin waist and threw him on the bed.
"I hate you," he murmured before I lie on him and he kissed me furiously scratching my back like a wild cat.
When I took off my pants, hastily, he did the same.
"Hateful boy can you fuck me now?"
I never fucked a guy before, but it's not like I need a manual.
I stuck my fingers in his mouth, his saliva was delightfully warm.
"Changmin! Changmin ... hurry up. You son of a bitch. "
I was kissing him when I stuck my finger in his butthole. It was so tight and hot that I could hardly wait to be able to stick my dick inside him and fuck him until he forgot his own name.
"I said I want you." When I whispered to him that, his dark eyes were clouded with desire and lust, his lips were swollen and reddened by my rude kiss.
"I want you too."
Without any warning, I lifted his legs, holding behind the knees and stuck my dick in his ass.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD." He cried and I felt like I had won a war.
I never felt so much pleasure as he entered more deeply into him, and retreated to thrust harder.
"Come on, boy. You can do better" he groaned.
He needed to be punished for being so sassy when I was fucking him so hard and I thrust as hard as I could. I felt waves of pleasure running through my limbs, ready to implode with pleasure.
"DON'T STOP!" He cried, and I haven't stopped.
"Fuck ...." he moaned, as he came and I felt sticky and warm drops of his cum dripping on my stomach seconds before and explode with pleasure.
So I couldn't sustain the weight of my body after emptying myself inside and lay beside him, panting.
What was I thinking? For some time, my body wasn't in this dimension, after the epic burst of pleasure, small shocks of pleasure ran through all my body, decreasing in intensity as I felt myself relax.
I had never felt such pleasure before.
Suddenly, Jaejoong gave me slap in the face. Damm. That hurt.
"Why did you do that?"
He was as tired as I was, sweaty, panting.
"Don't ever call me a whore again. That may have worked this time, but next time, I'll stab you, I'm not kidding."
I believed him.
"Sorry."
He gave me a peck and laid his head on my chest.
"That was an incredible sex, boy. Nice job. "
I hate when he calls me 'boy', but I didn't care too much about it right now.
He's right, it was an incredible sex.
I was tired but didn't want to sleep, he was in my arms for the first time, vulnerable and at the same time, fearless, relaxed, peaceful.
"You want to sleep?" He muttered.
But I didn't answer.
"If you want, I can sing to you sleep. You deserve it. "
I smiled. "Please sing, kitten."
Then, he sang.
"Before I go to sleep tonight won't you tell a story,
one that does not center around power or glory,
a simple tale of love that is tender and sweet,
however glorified still uncorrupted with a steady heartbeat?"
I closed my eyes as his sweet voice sounded in the quiet room.
I can't understand what is happening to me.
My heart is tight.
"Or better still of love that's also passionate and wide,
that holds the light of youth and makes you playful like a child..."
Why is he singing this song? Sounds so sweet, for some reason, it sounds so sad. I think it's because of his voice.
My heart is tighter.
He ever loved someone?
I can't understand because I don't believe in love... right?
"And let me fall in love, fall in love
And let me fall in love, fall in love
And let me fall in love, fall in love"
I wanted him to stop singing, I wasn't getting sleepy, instead I was getting sad I don't know why. I just had the most amazing sex of my life, I should be sleeping not caring about anything else. I don't want to hear him singing about love. And I don't want to think of him loving someone... else.
"I've heard people speak of sad endings and broken hearts
but the heart does heal and where you thing ends another starts."
I closed my eyes to not cry, and I felt his eyes on me, he thought I was asleep, and I thought he would stop singing. But he continued singing softly, stroking my chest lightly.
"I've hear them say they wish they never knew such pain
but to wish for pain-free love is to wish in vain."
I wanted to be fast asleep, not be hearing his sweet voice and singing a sad love song. I never clung to a person, I mean, sex is the only reason to be lying in the same bed with another person, right?
But why would I want to keep him in my arms? Why I want to protect him? Why I want to dry his tears?
But without knowing how much it hurt me he continued singing.
"And anyway pain does not have to mean suffering:
If love is a gift, to it yield an offering"
I felt like I had fallen into a trap. My heart was trapped like a fly in a glass cup.
His sad voice sang softly in my ear and I could smell vanilla in his hair. That smell never fades? I think this is his true fragrance.
Why a killer like me, someone who has long ceased to believe in some good feeling started to understand the words of love that he sang so softly?
"Cos when you in love, you fall in love with everything, with everyone
And you look at the world through a new pair of eyes
And you see fear it crawls but love it flies."
He brushed his fingers in my face, I might have been stupid enough to let a tear escape from my closed eyes. I was feeling like an idiot.
I heard him chuckle before continuing to sing.
"So, fly away, fly away.
Grow a pair of wings and soar up high.
This bird it sings a lullaby."
He kissed my cheek, I think he tried to reach my forehead. It is so stupid and clumsy.
"Close your eyes, now go asleep
and dream a dream of falling deep in love."
Taking a deep breath, I began to feel my body relax tired slowly, letting the sadness go away when I thought that no matter what happened before in his life, at least for now he is in my arms and I will not let nobody hurt him again. I still remember his voice echoing in my head when he said that his soul was hurt.
I started to fall asleep and it's true I dreamed that I fell in love deeply. When I was losting my consciousness, he repeated the refrain softly.
"And let me fall in love, fall in love..."
N/A* Title Song: And let me fall in love, fall in love [by Marketa Irglova]
Ps* I think this chapter kind of stupid, idk