Piano Lessons 3/?
Title: Piano Lessons 3/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun (minor Yunho/Jaejoong and Junsu/FC)
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make Yoochun play the piano naked.
Warnings: AU
Word Count: 3259
Summary: It's the last year of high school, and Changmin doesn't expect it to be any different than the previous three. And then he finds out that Park Yoochun plays the piano. Tickling the ivories never felt this good.
A/N: This story, unlike the previous ones I've posted, is not finished. So updates will not be as frequent.
This story is in first person, told from Changmin's POV.
I am unaware of how texting works in Korea, and unwared of the grading system used in Korea, so I just used that in the US. A C is an average grade, but not very good, consider it as a barely passing grade.
Chapter 3 - at least I’m better at math than he is
I made it home with only minutes to spare.
“Where have you been?” my mom asked me right away. “And don’t tell me tutoring, young man.”
“No, Mom, honest I was,” I said, face still flushed. “But Yoochun plays the piano and we got a bit distracted.” Only a partial lie. “He was playing and I was singing, and then I looked at the clock and … ”
She pursed her lips like she didn’t want to believe me, but then she said, “Hurry and go get cleaned up. Your father will be home any minute.”
I ran up the stairs and changed from my casual clothes.
My mom threw suspicious glances at me during dinner.
Later that night, when I was about to go to bed, my mom knocked.
“Changmin-baby, let’s have a talk.”
“Mom,” I whined.
“Sit.”
I sat on the bed and she sat on the chair.
“Now, tell me the truth.”
Good thing I saw this coming. It was easier to lie to her when I had advanced warning. “The truth about what?”
“This Yoochun kid.”
“What truth? I’m helping him study.” True, we hadn’t actually done any studying yet, but it still wasn’t a lie.
“You’ve never mentioned a Yoochun being in the music program.”
“That’s because he’s not in the music program. He’s too good. Better at playing the piano than anyone I’ve ever met.”
She frowned. “Something isn’t right, Changmin-shi. You’re happy.”
I laughed. “God, Mom, isn’t that what all mothers want for their sons.”
“That’s not what I meant. You’re happy when you’re studying, and you love to learn, but you’ve been putting off your work this week, and you haven’t been filling my head with information you’re learning like you always do.”
“Are you saying I can’t see him anymore?”
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
She leveled her eyes at me. “See him? Word choice, young man. All in the word choice.”
I mentally smacked myself, but kept my face calm.
“I’m not saying you can’t see him, because obviously, you’ve become friends with him, but don’t let it affect your schoolwork.”
“I’d never let anything affect my schoolwork.”
“Just so we’re clear. And I want to meet him.”
I swallowed. “Well, actually. I sort of agreed to help him again tomorrow. I was going to ask if it was okay if he came over.” I managed to look contrite.
She pursed her lips, but then nodded. “That will be fine. Just stay out of your father’s way.”
“Of course.”
She rose and said, “I’m glad you have a friend, Changmin, but remember what’s important in life.”
“I know, Mom.”
As soon as the door closed behind her, I whipped out my phone. A text message, from Yoochun.
< do u miss me yet? >
< yes >
< good. i miss u 2 >
< mom says its ok if u come over 2mrrw >
< what time? >
< after lunch >
< cool. I should probably bring my math book, huh.>
< yeah > < oh, and chunnie, tomorrow, u will def get a good demonstration of my self control >
< lol can’t wait >
We texted for an hour, until suddenly he wasn’t there. My texts went unanswered. So I went to bed. And yeah, even though I was upset about him leaving without saying goodnight, my imagination provided a scenario that made me forgive him.
Sunday, I was nervous. My mom was again throwing concerned glances at me. I ate very little, couldn’t sit still and checked my phone every two minutes to see if I had missed a call or a text from him. I sent him one text in the morning, but he didn’t reply.
As the afternoon went from noon to one and then to two, I gave up hope of him coming. I went upstairs to my room, opened my chemistry book and started studying. An hour later, I didn’t even blink when the doorbell rang.
“Changmin!” my mom called.
My head shot up.
“Your friend is here!”
I slammed the book shut, almost tore the door off the hinges and barreled down the stairs. I stopped short at the bottom, and both my mom and Yoochun looked at me. Yoochun slowly grinned. He wore nice gray slacks and a button down white shirt. Better than me in my t-shirt and jeans.
“Hey, Changmin.”
“Hey,” I replied, not trusting myself to say more. I had a death grip on the banister. It was the only thing keeping me from tackling Yoochun and undoing those buttons.
My mom looked between the two of us. I really had to stop looking at Yoochun’s lips. He smirked a bit.
“Well,” he said. “Are we going to stand here, or are you going to help me pass my test on Tuesday?”
“You have a test on Tuesday?”
“Did I mention that yesterday?”
“No. Would have been helpful.”
“Use the kitchen table,” my mom said and turned away.
Yoochun took two steps toward me and I shook my head, and pointed to my ear, trying to pantomime that her hearing was amazing.
He smiled, and then I led the way into the kitchen. In the hall, out of sight, his hand barely caressed my ass. I shivered.
“So what is your test over?” I asked.
“Just more of the same that you were helping me with yesterday. Factoring and quadranters.”
God bless you, Yoochun.
I laughed. “Quadranters? You mean quadratics.”
“Yeah, that word.”
We sat next to each other. Yoochun opened his math book and I took his notebook. His practically empty notebook. “You need to take more notes,” I said.
“So you said yesterday.”
“Just promise me you’ll take more notes tomorrow. Isn’t Professor Cho having a review session tomorrow?”
“I guess.”
I looked at him and then put my face in my hands. “You guess.”
Yoochun sighed. “Okay, okay. I promise I’ll take more notes tomorrow.”
“If I look at this notebook tomorrow and you don’t have at least three pages of notes, I’m going to be pissed.”
“And what are you going to do to me?” Yoochun turned his head, so his hair fell across his face and he licked his lips.
I couldn’t breathe, but managed to say, “It’s not me that will fail and not get into a music school, now is it?”
His eyes narrowed. “Fine. Teach me, oh studious one.”
My mom brought over a plate of snacks and some drinks. Yoochun smiled and said his thanks. And then, I turned on *study mode* and made him work. As the time went by, his frustration level rose.
I leaned over him, and made sure our knees touched. I said some stuff about the problem he was working on, but wrote on the paper, “you’re so fucking hot today. I want to unbutton those buttons and do what you did to me yesterday”
“Any questions?” I asked.
His face flushed. “A lot.”
“Look let’s start over.” I erased the words and then again said the same numbers describing the same problem, but I wrote “and those lips of yours, could you lick them any more, it’s like you’re purposely tempting me. You are, aren’t you? Trying to see how long until I take you and throw you on this table and-”
“Dinner is ready in the dining room,” my mom said, and we both looked up, startled. “You boys have been studying hard.”
Yoochun recovered first and smiled. “Yeah, I may actually get a C on this test.”
“A C?” I said with disdain. “Come on, you can do better than that.”
“A C+?”
I rolled my eyes. We both rose and headed to the dining room. Again there was a soft brush of fingers on my backside.
He was going to make this torture.
And when my mom made it clear that she expected us to sit next to each other, I swore I saw a little glint in Yoochun’s eyes.
Almost immediately, his foot wrapped around mine.
I smiled, but didn’t look over at him. After the food was passed around, my mom started the conversation.
“So Yoochun, Changmin says that you play the piano.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Actually, Changmin, what was it that you said? Better than anyone he’s met.”
Yoochun looked over at me. “Really? You said that?” His foot slid up my leg.
I blushed. “Mom. Please don’t embarrass me.”
“Changmin used to play.”
Yoochun smile widened. “I know. I made him play for me yesterday.”
I ate faster. Because Yoochun may have been taking about the piano, but with his foot sliding up my leg, all I could think about were the kisses and heat and hands and skin and … my face grew red.
“He never really dedicated himself to it,” my mom said. “He preferred singing.”
“He’s a great singer,” Yoochun said. “He knows how to control his voice.”
I wanted to crawl under the table as I remembered all the moans and cries that Yoochun’s hands and tongue and elicited from me yesterday.
“Well, I’m sure if you put as much effort into your school as you did your music, you wouldn’t have to have Changmin tutor you, and you wouldn’t be causing him to fall behind.”
“Mom,” I said quickly. “I’m not behind.”
“Not yet,” Yoochun muttered, and almost immediately I pictured being behind him, holding him and …
“It’s not Yoochun’s fault,” I continued, voice a bit raspy. “I volunteered to do it. I didn’t have to. And I have the time, Mom.”
“He’s really been a great help,” Yoochun said. “He’s very thorough.”
God, talk about word choice, I thought.
“He’s detailed, and concise, and … I don’t know, he just makes everything easier. You’d make a great teacher.”
“Maybe,” I said, and decided to see if he could understand innuendos. “I still have a lot to learn.”
He smirked. “Always so humble, when you’re a natural. Trust me, Changmin, you’re the type of person that is going to be good at whatever you want to do.”
Oh, yeah. He understood it.
“He is smart.”
I blushed again and kept eating.
“So Yoochun, tell me about your parents,” my mom said.
Yoochun’s smile fell and he looked down at his plate. He pushed the noodles around with chopsticks. “Um, they live in America, and um, I don’t really talk to them much.”
“Who do you live with then?”
“My grandparents.”
“Oh.”
“Mom,” I said simply and caught her eyes. I tried to plead with her to talk about something else. Yoochun hadn’t looked up from his plate. His foot had stopped moving.
She got the hint. “Changmin says you’re going to study music in college.”
“If I can get in,” Yoochun said.
“You will,” Changmin said, “even if I have to help you all summer.”
Yoochun smiled and his foot continued its attentions to my ankle. “Thanks, Min.”
My mom opened her mouth and I beat her to it, “As long as my own studies are not affected,” I said with an eye roll. “Come on, Mom. I can do the math problems he’s doing in my sleep.”
“Thanks for not making me feel stupid,” Yoochun said.
“Oh, sorry,” I said quickly and repaid the favor of a foot sliding along his leg.
“It’s alright. You’re right. I’m not good at math.”
I frowned at him, and man, I wanted to kiss him and reassure him and make that smile come back. Dinner was finished in an awkward silence. Yoochun only ate a few more bites of his food. When my father finally rose from the table, I sighed in relief and stood up quickly. I helped clear the table, and then Yoochun grabbed his math book.
“Do you live far from here?” I whispered.
“No.”
“Hey, Mom, is it okay if I walk Yoochun home?’ I asked.
She looked at both of us, glanced at the clock and then frowned. “Yes, but make sure you’re home no later than nine. Tonight is a school night.”
“Okay.”
Yoochun thanked my mom and said good bye. I practically fled the house, but Yoochun followed more slowly.
“Slow down, Minnie,” he said. “I only live around the corner.”
I stopped in my tracks. “What?”
Yoochun caught up with me and laughed. “I told you. You need to get your nose out of your books for a little while. I live about five minutes away.”
“You’ve lived five minutes away from me since you were fourteen and I never knew?”
He took my hand, and we walked. “Being smart is good. Being as smart as you are is amazing, but you need to see the world around you, Min.”
“Thanks for the torture during dinner,” I said with a squeeze of his hand.
He laughed. “That was torture? Touching your ankle?”
“And the underlining meanings behind the praise and the innuendos and …”
“Well, it’s not my fault that you have a dirty mind, now is it?”
A little grocery mart was on the corner. Yoochun tugged my hand and pulled me along side it to a rickety fire escape. Yoochun set his book down, and then said, “I’m not as tall as you are, boost me up.”
“What-”
“We’re going up. Come on.”
I put my hands on his waist, and then slid them around his stomach to pull him close. I kissed his cheek. He leaned into the touch and then tsked at me. “More in a minute okay? But not here where everyone might see. I don’t know about your parents, but mine would kill me if they knew about this.”
“Yeah, mine would, too. Although, my father may actually take enough time to talk to me about it, so it may be worth getting caught.”
“Up.”
On the count of three, he jumped and I lifted and he grabbed one of the rungs, and then climbed up the ladder. The bottom rung was just out of reach of my stretched arm, so I jumped and swung myself up.
As soon as I was on the roof and slightly stable, I had an armful of Yoochun.
And lips full of Yoochun.
He moved backwards, and I followed him, no care to where I was stepping or where we were going. As long as I was attached to those lips, I was happy. He stopped suddenly and pulled away.
“Sit,” he said and pointed to a concrete wall near the middle of the roof.
I sat and then he straddled my lap and kissed me again. One arm around his waist, I held him tightly and finally did what I had wanted to do since I first saw him. I unbuttoned his shirt. When my questing fingers hit cloth instead of skin, I whimpered. He smiled, and said against my lips, “It’s not like it’s full body armor. It’ll come off.”
He stopped our kiss and pulled both shirts over his head. My hands hit skin, my eyes rolled back and I practically fell back to his lips. I touched every inch of his muscled back that I could. He broke away with a gasp, and I kissed down his neck. I’m not sure how it was possible that I was not incoherent and babbling on the ground at the moment. God, his skin was soft. Whatever body wash he used, I loved it. I licked his collar bone, his head fell back with a deep moan and he wiggled on my lap.
“Tickles,” he said. I did it again.
I moved lips over his shoulder, down his chest.
“You know,” he breathed, “I totally just meant to talk to you tonight.”
I laughed around the patch of skin in my mouth.
“But then you had to go and write dirty messages to me in my notebook.”
“What do you want to talk about?” I asked, lips skiffing across his muscles.
I touched the tip of my tongue to his nipple.
“Oh god,” he moaned and then swallowed. “Stuff, I think.”
“What kind of stuff?” I added more pressure, swirling.
A deep breath. “Last night. Tomorrow.”
“What about them?”
His hands grabbed my face and pulled me away from his skin. He smiled and kissed my frown. “Calm down.” He climbed off my lap, dug out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. “First off, last night. Sorry that I stopped texting you, but my aunt barged into my room, caught me at it and took my phone. I was lucky I managed to hit the erase all messages button before she snagged the thing out of my hand. And second, tomorrow.”
He took a deep drag on his cigarette.
“At school tomorrow.”
“Is this the part where you tell me that you can’t be seen with me because you’re popular and I’m not?”
Yoochun laughed. “No. This is the part where I tell you to try not to undress me in the halls.”
“Damn it.”
I stood up and walked toward him. He stepped back. “You’re going to smell like cigarette smoke.”
I watched him smoke and then after flinging the butt away, he curled up in my arms, head on my chest.
“I won’t ignore you tomorrow, Min. And you’re more than welcome to hang out with me, but I think the conversation would irritate you. My friends can be incredibly superficial.”
“I won’t bother you,” I said.
He looked at me. “Talking to you and being with you won’t bother me.”
“You know what I mean.”
I led him back to the wall, sat him on it, and then kneeled in front of him. We kissed as the sun set. Yoochun’s mood had changed. He seemed more withdrawn and focused. Sort of like when he played the piano, but less expressive.
“You better go,” he said to me between soft kisses.
“Yeah.”
“And we’re not having a repeat from yesterday. Just go.”
“Are you coming?”
“No. I’m going to smoke another cigarette.”
“I’m supposed to walk you home.”
“I live right over there,” he said and pointed in a direction. “Second house you can see is mine. Now, go.”
I smiled, kissed him one more time and stood up. “Just so you know, I’m not always going to be this agreeable to your demands.”
Yoochun smirked. “Lucky me.”
“Don’t forget your math book.”
“I won’t.”
I stole one more glance of him before heading down the fire escape. He was lighting a cigarette, flame throwing shadows across his face and then smoke obscuring it.
On the ground, I picked up his math book, and very quickly wrote him a note. Nothing too corny, I hoped. Just about dying to see him tomorrow, and watching him play, and then I had to stop and sign my name so I didn’t say anything stupid.
I floated home, a smile on my face, and when I walked through the front door and then leaned against it, the smile was still in place.
“Just a friend, huh?” my mom said.
My eyes flew open.
She smiled. “Don’t lie to me, young man. I know you better than you know yourself, and you’re in love with him.”
“Mom,” I said, voice shaking a bit.
She sighed. “I won’t tell your father.”
“Really?”
“I know what it’s like to be in love, and you’re young. Just keep your grades up, yes?”
I swooped to her, hugged her and kissed her cheek “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll do well."
Chapter 4 - written notes, math notes, class notes, music notes ... whatever
Chapter 2 - oh my god, something else he's good at
Chapter 1 - so he is good at something besides looking good?
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun (minor Yunho/Jaejoong and Junsu/FC)
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make Yoochun play the piano naked.
Warnings: AU
Word Count: 3259
Summary: It's the last year of high school, and Changmin doesn't expect it to be any different than the previous three. And then he finds out that Park Yoochun plays the piano. Tickling the ivories never felt this good.
A/N: This story, unlike the previous ones I've posted, is not finished. So updates will not be as frequent.
This story is in first person, told from Changmin's POV.
I am unaware of how texting works in Korea, and unwared of the grading system used in Korea, so I just used that in the US. A C is an average grade, but not very good, consider it as a barely passing grade.
Chapter 3 - at least I’m better at math than he is
I made it home with only minutes to spare.
“Where have you been?” my mom asked me right away. “And don’t tell me tutoring, young man.”
“No, Mom, honest I was,” I said, face still flushed. “But Yoochun plays the piano and we got a bit distracted.” Only a partial lie. “He was playing and I was singing, and then I looked at the clock and … ”
She pursed her lips like she didn’t want to believe me, but then she said, “Hurry and go get cleaned up. Your father will be home any minute.”
I ran up the stairs and changed from my casual clothes.
My mom threw suspicious glances at me during dinner.
Later that night, when I was about to go to bed, my mom knocked.
“Changmin-baby, let’s have a talk.”
“Mom,” I whined.
“Sit.”
I sat on the bed and she sat on the chair.
“Now, tell me the truth.”
Good thing I saw this coming. It was easier to lie to her when I had advanced warning. “The truth about what?”
“This Yoochun kid.”
“What truth? I’m helping him study.” True, we hadn’t actually done any studying yet, but it still wasn’t a lie.
“You’ve never mentioned a Yoochun being in the music program.”
“That’s because he’s not in the music program. He’s too good. Better at playing the piano than anyone I’ve ever met.”
She frowned. “Something isn’t right, Changmin-shi. You’re happy.”
I laughed. “God, Mom, isn’t that what all mothers want for their sons.”
“That’s not what I meant. You’re happy when you’re studying, and you love to learn, but you’ve been putting off your work this week, and you haven’t been filling my head with information you’re learning like you always do.”
“Are you saying I can’t see him anymore?”
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
She leveled her eyes at me. “See him? Word choice, young man. All in the word choice.”
I mentally smacked myself, but kept my face calm.
“I’m not saying you can’t see him, because obviously, you’ve become friends with him, but don’t let it affect your schoolwork.”
“I’d never let anything affect my schoolwork.”
“Just so we’re clear. And I want to meet him.”
I swallowed. “Well, actually. I sort of agreed to help him again tomorrow. I was going to ask if it was okay if he came over.” I managed to look contrite.
She pursed her lips, but then nodded. “That will be fine. Just stay out of your father’s way.”
“Of course.”
She rose and said, “I’m glad you have a friend, Changmin, but remember what’s important in life.”
“I know, Mom.”
As soon as the door closed behind her, I whipped out my phone. A text message, from Yoochun.
< do u miss me yet? >
< yes >
< good. i miss u 2 >
< mom says its ok if u come over 2mrrw >
< what time? >
< after lunch >
< cool. I should probably bring my math book, huh.>
< yeah > < oh, and chunnie, tomorrow, u will def get a good demonstration of my self control >
< lol can’t wait >
We texted for an hour, until suddenly he wasn’t there. My texts went unanswered. So I went to bed. And yeah, even though I was upset about him leaving without saying goodnight, my imagination provided a scenario that made me forgive him.
Sunday, I was nervous. My mom was again throwing concerned glances at me. I ate very little, couldn’t sit still and checked my phone every two minutes to see if I had missed a call or a text from him. I sent him one text in the morning, but he didn’t reply.
As the afternoon went from noon to one and then to two, I gave up hope of him coming. I went upstairs to my room, opened my chemistry book and started studying. An hour later, I didn’t even blink when the doorbell rang.
“Changmin!” my mom called.
My head shot up.
“Your friend is here!”
I slammed the book shut, almost tore the door off the hinges and barreled down the stairs. I stopped short at the bottom, and both my mom and Yoochun looked at me. Yoochun slowly grinned. He wore nice gray slacks and a button down white shirt. Better than me in my t-shirt and jeans.
“Hey, Changmin.”
“Hey,” I replied, not trusting myself to say more. I had a death grip on the banister. It was the only thing keeping me from tackling Yoochun and undoing those buttons.
My mom looked between the two of us. I really had to stop looking at Yoochun’s lips. He smirked a bit.
“Well,” he said. “Are we going to stand here, or are you going to help me pass my test on Tuesday?”
“You have a test on Tuesday?”
“Did I mention that yesterday?”
“No. Would have been helpful.”
“Use the kitchen table,” my mom said and turned away.
Yoochun took two steps toward me and I shook my head, and pointed to my ear, trying to pantomime that her hearing was amazing.
He smiled, and then I led the way into the kitchen. In the hall, out of sight, his hand barely caressed my ass. I shivered.
“So what is your test over?” I asked.
“Just more of the same that you were helping me with yesterday. Factoring and quadranters.”
God bless you, Yoochun.
I laughed. “Quadranters? You mean quadratics.”
“Yeah, that word.”
We sat next to each other. Yoochun opened his math book and I took his notebook. His practically empty notebook. “You need to take more notes,” I said.
“So you said yesterday.”
“Just promise me you’ll take more notes tomorrow. Isn’t Professor Cho having a review session tomorrow?”
“I guess.”
I looked at him and then put my face in my hands. “You guess.”
Yoochun sighed. “Okay, okay. I promise I’ll take more notes tomorrow.”
“If I look at this notebook tomorrow and you don’t have at least three pages of notes, I’m going to be pissed.”
“And what are you going to do to me?” Yoochun turned his head, so his hair fell across his face and he licked his lips.
I couldn’t breathe, but managed to say, “It’s not me that will fail and not get into a music school, now is it?”
His eyes narrowed. “Fine. Teach me, oh studious one.”
My mom brought over a plate of snacks and some drinks. Yoochun smiled and said his thanks. And then, I turned on *study mode* and made him work. As the time went by, his frustration level rose.
I leaned over him, and made sure our knees touched. I said some stuff about the problem he was working on, but wrote on the paper, “you’re so fucking hot today. I want to unbutton those buttons and do what you did to me yesterday”
“Any questions?” I asked.
His face flushed. “A lot.”
“Look let’s start over.” I erased the words and then again said the same numbers describing the same problem, but I wrote “and those lips of yours, could you lick them any more, it’s like you’re purposely tempting me. You are, aren’t you? Trying to see how long until I take you and throw you on this table and-”
“Dinner is ready in the dining room,” my mom said, and we both looked up, startled. “You boys have been studying hard.”
Yoochun recovered first and smiled. “Yeah, I may actually get a C on this test.”
“A C?” I said with disdain. “Come on, you can do better than that.”
“A C+?”
I rolled my eyes. We both rose and headed to the dining room. Again there was a soft brush of fingers on my backside.
He was going to make this torture.
And when my mom made it clear that she expected us to sit next to each other, I swore I saw a little glint in Yoochun’s eyes.
Almost immediately, his foot wrapped around mine.
I smiled, but didn’t look over at him. After the food was passed around, my mom started the conversation.
“So Yoochun, Changmin says that you play the piano.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Actually, Changmin, what was it that you said? Better than anyone he’s met.”
Yoochun looked over at me. “Really? You said that?” His foot slid up my leg.
I blushed. “Mom. Please don’t embarrass me.”
“Changmin used to play.”
Yoochun smile widened. “I know. I made him play for me yesterday.”
I ate faster. Because Yoochun may have been taking about the piano, but with his foot sliding up my leg, all I could think about were the kisses and heat and hands and skin and … my face grew red.
“He never really dedicated himself to it,” my mom said. “He preferred singing.”
“He’s a great singer,” Yoochun said. “He knows how to control his voice.”
I wanted to crawl under the table as I remembered all the moans and cries that Yoochun’s hands and tongue and elicited from me yesterday.
“Well, I’m sure if you put as much effort into your school as you did your music, you wouldn’t have to have Changmin tutor you, and you wouldn’t be causing him to fall behind.”
“Mom,” I said quickly. “I’m not behind.”
“Not yet,” Yoochun muttered, and almost immediately I pictured being behind him, holding him and …
“It’s not Yoochun’s fault,” I continued, voice a bit raspy. “I volunteered to do it. I didn’t have to. And I have the time, Mom.”
“He’s really been a great help,” Yoochun said. “He’s very thorough.”
God, talk about word choice, I thought.
“He’s detailed, and concise, and … I don’t know, he just makes everything easier. You’d make a great teacher.”
“Maybe,” I said, and decided to see if he could understand innuendos. “I still have a lot to learn.”
He smirked. “Always so humble, when you’re a natural. Trust me, Changmin, you’re the type of person that is going to be good at whatever you want to do.”
Oh, yeah. He understood it.
“He is smart.”
I blushed again and kept eating.
“So Yoochun, tell me about your parents,” my mom said.
Yoochun’s smile fell and he looked down at his plate. He pushed the noodles around with chopsticks. “Um, they live in America, and um, I don’t really talk to them much.”
“Who do you live with then?”
“My grandparents.”
“Oh.”
“Mom,” I said simply and caught her eyes. I tried to plead with her to talk about something else. Yoochun hadn’t looked up from his plate. His foot had stopped moving.
She got the hint. “Changmin says you’re going to study music in college.”
“If I can get in,” Yoochun said.
“You will,” Changmin said, “even if I have to help you all summer.”
Yoochun smiled and his foot continued its attentions to my ankle. “Thanks, Min.”
My mom opened her mouth and I beat her to it, “As long as my own studies are not affected,” I said with an eye roll. “Come on, Mom. I can do the math problems he’s doing in my sleep.”
“Thanks for not making me feel stupid,” Yoochun said.
“Oh, sorry,” I said quickly and repaid the favor of a foot sliding along his leg.
“It’s alright. You’re right. I’m not good at math.”
I frowned at him, and man, I wanted to kiss him and reassure him and make that smile come back. Dinner was finished in an awkward silence. Yoochun only ate a few more bites of his food. When my father finally rose from the table, I sighed in relief and stood up quickly. I helped clear the table, and then Yoochun grabbed his math book.
“Do you live far from here?” I whispered.
“No.”
“Hey, Mom, is it okay if I walk Yoochun home?’ I asked.
She looked at both of us, glanced at the clock and then frowned. “Yes, but make sure you’re home no later than nine. Tonight is a school night.”
“Okay.”
Yoochun thanked my mom and said good bye. I practically fled the house, but Yoochun followed more slowly.
“Slow down, Minnie,” he said. “I only live around the corner.”
I stopped in my tracks. “What?”
Yoochun caught up with me and laughed. “I told you. You need to get your nose out of your books for a little while. I live about five minutes away.”
“You’ve lived five minutes away from me since you were fourteen and I never knew?”
He took my hand, and we walked. “Being smart is good. Being as smart as you are is amazing, but you need to see the world around you, Min.”
“Thanks for the torture during dinner,” I said with a squeeze of his hand.
He laughed. “That was torture? Touching your ankle?”
“And the underlining meanings behind the praise and the innuendos and …”
“Well, it’s not my fault that you have a dirty mind, now is it?”
A little grocery mart was on the corner. Yoochun tugged my hand and pulled me along side it to a rickety fire escape. Yoochun set his book down, and then said, “I’m not as tall as you are, boost me up.”
“What-”
“We’re going up. Come on.”
I put my hands on his waist, and then slid them around his stomach to pull him close. I kissed his cheek. He leaned into the touch and then tsked at me. “More in a minute okay? But not here where everyone might see. I don’t know about your parents, but mine would kill me if they knew about this.”
“Yeah, mine would, too. Although, my father may actually take enough time to talk to me about it, so it may be worth getting caught.”
“Up.”
On the count of three, he jumped and I lifted and he grabbed one of the rungs, and then climbed up the ladder. The bottom rung was just out of reach of my stretched arm, so I jumped and swung myself up.
As soon as I was on the roof and slightly stable, I had an armful of Yoochun.
And lips full of Yoochun.
He moved backwards, and I followed him, no care to where I was stepping or where we were going. As long as I was attached to those lips, I was happy. He stopped suddenly and pulled away.
“Sit,” he said and pointed to a concrete wall near the middle of the roof.
I sat and then he straddled my lap and kissed me again. One arm around his waist, I held him tightly and finally did what I had wanted to do since I first saw him. I unbuttoned his shirt. When my questing fingers hit cloth instead of skin, I whimpered. He smiled, and said against my lips, “It’s not like it’s full body armor. It’ll come off.”
He stopped our kiss and pulled both shirts over his head. My hands hit skin, my eyes rolled back and I practically fell back to his lips. I touched every inch of his muscled back that I could. He broke away with a gasp, and I kissed down his neck. I’m not sure how it was possible that I was not incoherent and babbling on the ground at the moment. God, his skin was soft. Whatever body wash he used, I loved it. I licked his collar bone, his head fell back with a deep moan and he wiggled on my lap.
“Tickles,” he said. I did it again.
I moved lips over his shoulder, down his chest.
“You know,” he breathed, “I totally just meant to talk to you tonight.”
I laughed around the patch of skin in my mouth.
“But then you had to go and write dirty messages to me in my notebook.”
“What do you want to talk about?” I asked, lips skiffing across his muscles.
I touched the tip of my tongue to his nipple.
“Oh god,” he moaned and then swallowed. “Stuff, I think.”
“What kind of stuff?” I added more pressure, swirling.
A deep breath. “Last night. Tomorrow.”
“What about them?”
His hands grabbed my face and pulled me away from his skin. He smiled and kissed my frown. “Calm down.” He climbed off my lap, dug out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. “First off, last night. Sorry that I stopped texting you, but my aunt barged into my room, caught me at it and took my phone. I was lucky I managed to hit the erase all messages button before she snagged the thing out of my hand. And second, tomorrow.”
He took a deep drag on his cigarette.
“At school tomorrow.”
“Is this the part where you tell me that you can’t be seen with me because you’re popular and I’m not?”
Yoochun laughed. “No. This is the part where I tell you to try not to undress me in the halls.”
“Damn it.”
I stood up and walked toward him. He stepped back. “You’re going to smell like cigarette smoke.”
I watched him smoke and then after flinging the butt away, he curled up in my arms, head on my chest.
“I won’t ignore you tomorrow, Min. And you’re more than welcome to hang out with me, but I think the conversation would irritate you. My friends can be incredibly superficial.”
“I won’t bother you,” I said.
He looked at me. “Talking to you and being with you won’t bother me.”
“You know what I mean.”
I led him back to the wall, sat him on it, and then kneeled in front of him. We kissed as the sun set. Yoochun’s mood had changed. He seemed more withdrawn and focused. Sort of like when he played the piano, but less expressive.
“You better go,” he said to me between soft kisses.
“Yeah.”
“And we’re not having a repeat from yesterday. Just go.”
“Are you coming?”
“No. I’m going to smoke another cigarette.”
“I’m supposed to walk you home.”
“I live right over there,” he said and pointed in a direction. “Second house you can see is mine. Now, go.”
I smiled, kissed him one more time and stood up. “Just so you know, I’m not always going to be this agreeable to your demands.”
Yoochun smirked. “Lucky me.”
“Don’t forget your math book.”
“I won’t.”
I stole one more glance of him before heading down the fire escape. He was lighting a cigarette, flame throwing shadows across his face and then smoke obscuring it.
On the ground, I picked up his math book, and very quickly wrote him a note. Nothing too corny, I hoped. Just about dying to see him tomorrow, and watching him play, and then I had to stop and sign my name so I didn’t say anything stupid.
I floated home, a smile on my face, and when I walked through the front door and then leaned against it, the smile was still in place.
“Just a friend, huh?” my mom said.
My eyes flew open.
She smiled. “Don’t lie to me, young man. I know you better than you know yourself, and you’re in love with him.”
“Mom,” I said, voice shaking a bit.
She sighed. “I won’t tell your father.”
“Really?”
“I know what it’s like to be in love, and you’re young. Just keep your grades up, yes?”
I swooped to her, hugged her and kissed her cheek “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll do well."
Chapter 4 - written notes, math notes, class notes, music notes ... whatever
Chapter 2 - oh my god, something else he's good at
Chapter 1 - so he is good at something besides looking good?
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