Piano Lessons 4/?
Title: Piano Lessons 4/?
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: 3563
A/N: I have no idea why Live Journal is putting TWO cuts on this thing. I've tried to fix it three times, and now I've just decided that I don't care. They both take you to the story.
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.
Chapter 4 - written notes, math notes, class notes, music notes … whatever, just give me some lips
My mom gave me a small smile when I practically bolted down my breakfast and rushed for the door.
“Tuck your shirt in,” she said behind me.
I slid to a stop in the hall, hastily tucked my shirt in and then reached for the door.
She tsked at me. “No way, young man. I don’t care how excited you are. You are not going out looking like that. Fix your uniform.”
I sighed, but did as she said, using the mirror in the dining room to make sure I looked slightly presentable. My jacket was a bit wrinkled, and I vaguely remember tossing it on my bed after school Friday and then forgetting about it. I found it balled up on the floor this morning.
My mom lowered her voice and said, “It’s not just your grades that you’re going to have to watch. Liking someone does not give you the right to neglect or be disrespectful of yourself and others.”
“Yes, Mother.”
“Tell him I said hello.”
I was going to fly to school, but remembering my mom’s words, I ran instead. I knew better than to think he’d be waiting for me outside, but I was still a bit disappointed when he wasn’t. A piece of paper fell out of my locker when I opened it. I picked it up and unfolded it.
Minnie-ah I was serious about you hanging out with me. I’m in the cafeteria in the mornings till class starts. I expect to eat lunch with you, either in my domain or with you in the library. I have math before lunch, so you can tutor me during lunch and then we can leave after school for … other things. Can’t wait to see you. Chunnie
Oh, by the way, do you have any idea how pretty the stars are from the rooftop when I’m alone … thinking about you … doing things
He stopped there, but man, I filled in the rest of that and had to shut my eyes and take a deep breath and will myself under control before I turned from my locker. I put the letter on the top shelf, under a pile books, just in case, and then shut the door and headed to homeroom.
“Changmin!”
I stopped in surprise because no one ever called me in the halls. Of course, it was Yoochun, and I turned around and he hurried to catch up to me, leaving his fan club behind. He stopped a couple feet from me, his smile growing as the silence stretched between us. With difficulty, I kept my eyes on his face, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t take a quick second to memorize the way his uniform fell on him, shirt untucked, jacket unbuttoned, tie loose. The teachers gave up on getting him to dress right a long time ago.
I swallowed, and then said, “What’s up?”
He was trying not to laugh. “Just wanted to say hi.”
“Your entourage is coming.”
He shrugged. “Walk with us?”
“Nah.”
“Why not?”
I looked over his shoulder. The girls had their arms crossed, glares on their faces. The guys didn’t seem to notice anything different and were joking around.
“What do your fangirls know?” I whispered. “They look like they want to kill me.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Oh, that. I told them that I was busy being tutored by you yesterday so I couldn’t hang out with them, and well, they’re girls. They’re a little possessive.”
Right one cue, one of them said, “Yoochun,” in a snotty voice and put her hands on her hips.
Yoochun didn’t turn around. He smirked. “God, I’d love to kiss you right now and see what their reactions would be.”
I smiled widely. “Self-control is barely restrained. Don’t fucking say stuff like that.”
“Don’t think about what I’m going to do to you after school today. I’ll see you around.”
He turned and walked back to the girls, my eyes plastered to his ass.
Damn him.
I shook my head and went to homeroom, deep breaths the whole way there. If he wanted a show of my self control, well he was going to get one.
And that promise lasted until lunch.
“Changmin!”
Again a shout behind me. I stopped and turned. When Yoochun took his arm away from a girl’s shoulders, she grabbed his coat and held him, eyes narrowed. I saw more than heard Yoochun scoff. He said something that immediately made the girl let him go and lower her eyes. He and his friends did some weird handshakes, and then he walked toward me. He ignored the one girl that yelled after him.
“I don’t want to come between you and your friends,” I said.
Yoochun smiled. “You aren’t. Come on. I took awesome notes. You’ll be so proud of me. I even wrote neatly.”
We walked into the library. I bowed and said hello to the librarian. Yoochun did the same. She looked a bit startled to see someone with me.
I led Yoochun through the first row of books and then towards the back table that I always used. In the middle of an aisle, I stopped, pinned him to the shelf and kissed him before he could say anything. His hands pushed at my shoulders, but with a swipe of my tongue along his bottom lip, instead of pushing, his arms wrapped around my neck and our bodies pressed together. I slid one hand down his side, pulling at his untucked shirt until I could touch skin.
He gasped. “Changmin.”
“Self control be damned,” I muttered.
“But-”
“No one ever comes here during lunch.”
“My fangirls might. They know I’m here and might try to spy on me.”
I shut my eyes and leaned my forehead against his. “Fine, but if they ever find out about the piano thing, I may have to kill them.”
Yoochun laughed. He settled hands on my hips and pushed me away. We held hands and walked to the table. Before I could sit, he stopped and his eyes slid down to my crotch.
I smirked. “What?”
“Nothing,” he replied with a grin and sat down.
I slid my chair closer to his. When I sat down, I made sure our knees touched. “So let the tutoring begin.”
Yoochun muttered, “I’d rather make out.”
“You’re the one that stopped it.” I flipped through his notebook. He only had two and a half pages of notes. “That’s it?”
He smiled and licked his lips. “Maybe I want to be punished.”
My face flushed, my breathing increased, and I remembered his note, about what he was doing last night on the roof. Fingers danced up my thigh.
“Fangirls,” I whispered.
He laughed and moved his hand. “Okay, okay.”
I took a deep breath. “So what don’t you understand?”
“Most of it.”
I flipped open his book, picked a problem and told him to do it. I ate my lunch, watching again as he grew frustrated almost immediately.
I sighed. “Yoochun, come on. You were doing these problems just fine last night.”
“Liar.”
“Well, you were doing better than you are now.”
He lowered his voice. “Maybe that’s because I wasn’t mauled right beforehand and I could concentrate.”
“Fine. You work on that. I’ll take your distraction away.”
He put a hand on my knee. “No, just help with a couple, and then I’ll do some.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
By the end of lunch, he was doing problems on his own. The bell rang and we gathered up our bags.
“Hey, I almost forgot,” Yoochun said. “What’s your favorite song to sing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Um, song, sing, you’re a singer, la la la.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Just your favorite song. Classical, opera, pop music, American, whatever.”
“Why?”
“Just pick one.”
I thought for a moment and then said, “FT Island. Don’t Love Me.”
“That is a good song. Kay, I’ll see you later. And I was going to say thanks, but I think I’ll wait and show you my thanks after school.”
I swallowed, but by the time I said, “Can’t wait,” he was already walking away. I sighed and followed after him, content to watch his ass until he turned out the door. In the hall, my eyes sought him out. A girl sidled up next to him, and he pushed her away. He talked to his buddies, never even looking at her or the others that joined a few seconds later. When the girl pouted and looked down the hall, I made sure to meet her eyes. She glared at me, and I smirked, finally turning away to head to class.
And I didn’t concentrate. I figured I owed myself a moment of daydreaming and stared out the window, looking at what Yoochun taught me to see. After each of my last few classes, my teachers asked me if I was alright. I smiled and promised them I wasn’t ill.
After school, to my utter surprise, two guys were leaning by my locker. Of course I recognized them. Jung Yunho and Kim Junsu were part of Yoochun’s little entourage. They were both athletic with Yunho on the basketball team and Junsu on the football team. Yunho was tall, almost as tall as me with spiky brown hair and brown eyes. Junsu’s hair was short, currently dyed a color that was almost orange, but not quite because that would have been against the rules. Both wore their uniforms about as sloppily as Yoochun did.
“Changmin-shi,” Junsu said, “the man of the hour.”
I opened my locker and filled my bag with books. “What can I do for you?”
“Well,” Yunho said, “we want to know what your deal is with Yoochun.”
“I’m tutoring him.”
“That’s what he said. Just a warning to you then that you keep it to tutoring and stop acting like you’re friends with him or something. Park Yoochun is not friends with nerds.”
I smiled. “Just assholes, huh?”
They both lost their fake smiles. “We’ll kick your ass,” Junsu said.
“Hey, guys,” Yoochun said at my shoulder. “Problems?”
“No, Yoochun,” Yunho automatically. He went to fling an arm around my shoulder, but I ducked away from it. He scowled at me.
“Just getting to know your new friend,” Junsu said.
“Sure,” Yoochun said. “Leave him alone. He’s tutoring me, and I know you’re here because of Soonyi. Promised you guys a tag team moment, huh? If you see Soonyi before me, just remind her that I can destroy her, okay? Now, go away.”
Junsu shrugged and said, “Sorry, Yoochun, but she did-”
“I really don’t care,” Yoochun said.
Nothing else was said, and then the two guys looked at each other and left.
Yoochun leaned against the lockers, a smile tugged at his lips. “You called them assholes. That was hilarious. I almost started laughing.” He lowered his voice and said, “Give me about twenty minutes. I have to go talk to my math teacher and then have a cigarette.”
“Okay.”
He pushed away from the locker and sauntered down the hall. I walked leisurely, bowing at teachers. None of them stopped me; it wasn’t an odd sight to see me around after school. I passed the music room twice. The third time, soft notes floated down the hall. My feet moved faster. I shut the door, almost slamming it. My bag dropped to the floor and then I was behind Yoochun, the bench lengthwise again, holding him as his fingers danced along the keys. I moved his hair, fingers sliding on his neck, and then tugged on his earlobe with my lips.
“That better be you, Changmin,” he said, breath gasping.
“Who else?”
“Oh, you know. One of those gorgeous guys from SHINee or Big Bang.”
“Sorry, no such luck.”
“Hmm, FT Island, then.”
I pulled away from him in surprise when he played the opening notes of Don’t Love Me.
“Sing,” he said, but I couldn’t. I shifted enough to rest my head against his neck and listened to him play. He let the last notes ring through the room for a moment before silence fell. His hands dropped to my knees and he leaned his head on mine.
“You okay back there?”
I kissed the back of his neck, open mouth, along his jaw and back up to his ear. He moaned and leaned against me.
“Are you going to let me play?”
“I’m not holding your hands, am I?” I asked and hooked my thumbs in his pants pockets, tugging a bit so our lower bodies were flush against each other.
“True.” He played a few notes while I continued to leave open mouth kisses on his neck. I tugged on his pockets, fingers digging into his hips. I slid my hands into his pockets. Lighter, cigarettes, phone. I moved them all and then just sat there, gasping as the notes from the piano stayed low and deep.
“You done yet?” he asked.
“Maybe.”
My fingers clenched, and he shivered. “You’re incredibly forward for someone who’s never done this before.”
“Forward? Just doing what I want.”
“Everything you want?”
“Not yet.”
Yoochun leaned back enough for me to kiss him. The music stilled for a moment and then he pulled away and said, “Sing for me, please.”
“Busy,” I muttered against his skin. “Later.”
He laughed. I took one hand out of a pocket and brought it to the buttons on his shirt.
“You’re determined to torture me, aren’t you?” he whispered, leaning his head on my shoulder.
I made an agreeable noise. Buttons undone, tie loosened, he pulled the shirt off, and the t-shirt underneath it followed. Good fuck. I skimmed lips over his shoulders, across his upper back. The hand in his pocket had a death grip on his leg, the other slid along his skin, his chest and abs and sides. He seemed content to let me explore, head on my shoulder, eyes shut, a smile on his face. Every now and then he’d sigh and arch into my hand.
“I have this feeling that I’m always going to be half naked when I’m alone with you.”
I moved my lips far enough from his skin to ask, “Is that a bad thing?”
“No, just a distraction. I should be studying math.”
“Math is overrated.”
“Then I should be writing music.”
“Music is-”
“Don’t you dare. Music is the only thing that keeps me sane.’
“Music is awesome.”
“It is. I feel most complete when I’m playing. Life narrows down to eighty eight keys, melodies, harmonies.”
Yoochun sighed. He dropped the cover on the piano and leaned on his elbows. I moved soft kisses down his spine. He shivered.
“This is sort of the same,” he whispered. “Life narrows down to your lips and hands and breath.” He suddenly stood up, my hand catching in his pocket. He smiled at me and turned around. His legs draped over mine when he sat back down again. Again, he leaned against the piano on his elbows. My eyes trailed down his body. I licked my lips.
“Make the world disappear,” he whispered.
“My pleasure.” I grabbed his tie and yanked him to me. I kissed him, hard and fast, wrapping arms around his body, so he was more sitting on my lap than on the bench. His legs encircled me. Those fingers had my shirt unbuttoned in record time. I pulled my tie off and then shrugged out of the shirt. Yoochun grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, and it joined the pile on the floor. My head went light and fuzzy when our skin touched. Yoochun moved again, kissing harder, pressing me back. I had to put my hands on the bench behind me to stay up, but he kept coming and my elbows bent and I lay back on the bench, feet still on the floor. Yoochun had just enough space to kneel on the edge of the bench.
“We need a couch,” Yoochun muttered and then his mouth closed around a chunk of skin at my shoulder.
“We need a bed,” I replied, gasping.
He chuckled and then pulled away, met my eyes. Held me with that look. I’m not sure how he managed to not fall off the bench, but he lowered his body along mine. All of it, hips to chest and then he kissed my neck. I grabbed his ass and arched into him as a moan was ripped from my throat.
“We need to get off this bench before we fall off like on Saturday,” he said.
“In a minute,” I gasped.
He laughed and kissed me. An enthusiastic thrust against my body almost spilled us to the floor.
“Alright, enough.”
He wriggled out of my hold and sat up. I stood and then leaned over him to kiss him. I wrapped the tie around my hand and then tugged on it. He followed, standing, his lips curving in a smile. His hands settled on my hips, fingers tracing the tops of my pants.
“Where do you want me?” he asked as I dragged him toward the windows.
“Is that a trick question?”
“Maybe.”
I sat down and leaned against the wall. Since I didn’t give any slack on the tie, Yoochun fell to his knees in front of me.
“God, if I had known you were going to be this domineering, I would have jumped you last year.”
“Shut up,” I muttered and yanked him to me to kiss him.
I really had no idea what I was doing. All I knew is that I liked it and I wanted more of it and it felt like warm water rushed through my blood and burst over my skin and I floated, Yoochun’s lips the only thing keeping me from drowning, but then touching his skin, his chest or stomach or sides or back or arms, and being dragged below the surface with short breaths, deep moans and body shivers.
We laid down, Yoochun on top of me. His knee nudged mine apart, and when he settled, thigh pressed against me, nothing could have pulled me back to the surface.
Except the sound of my phone going off.
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered, lips still sliding on my collar bone.
I grabbed his body, holding him in place while I fished out my phone. I silenced the alarm and then tossed the phone away. “Five minutes.”
Yoochun thrust against me. “What I want to do is going to take a lot longer than five minutes.”
I smiled. “Yeah, but then that’s a good thing I guess.”
He propped up, lower body sliding along mine. “I think that’s the first time I haven’t understood what you were saying.”
“Your fault.”
“What did you mean?”
Without his lips on me, my breathing slowed. “Don’t know, but I’m not sure if I’m ready for all of this.”
Yoochun scoffed. “All of this? Dude, you’ve moved this along a lot faster than I ever meant it to go. God, Min, I’m about thirty seconds away from giving you a hand job and I thought I was going to have to convince you to even think about being with a guy.”
All I heard was hand job. I shivered and then shut my eyes again.
“What?” he demanded and moved away from me, sat against the wall.
“God, Yoochun, I don’t know,” I said and sat up.
He took my hand. “Are we fighting? I can’t tell.”
“No,” I whispered and brought his hand up to my lips to kiss his fingers. “I’m just frustrated and I feel like I’m out of my depth and god, Yoochun, there are so many thoughts and ideas and questions in my head, but I think I’m a bit scared to find out all the answers.”
“Why do I feel like we’re not just talking about sex?”
I met his eyes. “I don’t even know you.”
“I know.”
“Well?”
“Well, what? You’re the horndog that attacks me whenever we’re alone.”
I opened my mouth to protest and then shut it again.
He laughed. “Not that I mind, but you want to get to know more than just my body, you should probably start talking to me.”
“What about you? You want to know more than my body?”
“Of course.” He kissed me and then stood up and walked back to our pile of clothes. “I like you, Minnie, of course I want to find out all about you. Or at least more than the studying thing. Seriously, what else do you do?”
“I’m assuming you mean besides masturbate.”
Yoochun burst out laughing and sat hard on the piano bench. I finally stood up and went to the pile of clothes. I leaned down, and he grabbed my hips, pulled me and bit my ass.
“Hey,” I said, jerking away.
“You liked it.”
I smirked. “Maybe.” I pulled the t-shirt on and then the button down. Yoochun stood and stopped my hands. He kissed me and proved that he was just as good at buttoning up shirts as he was unbuttoning them.
“Tomorrow, instead of doing this, can we go somewhere?” Yoochun asked.
“Where?”
“Don’t know. Somewhere where you can’t undress me.”
“Oh, no fun.”
Chapter 5 - talking is really overrated
Chapter 3 - at least i'm better at math than he is
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: 3563
A/N: I have no idea why Live Journal is putting TWO cuts on this thing. I've tried to fix it three times, and now I've just decided that I don't care. They both take you to the story.
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.
Chapter 4 - written notes, math notes, class notes, music notes … whatever, just give me some lips
My mom gave me a small smile when I practically bolted down my breakfast and rushed for the door.
“Tuck your shirt in,” she said behind me.
I slid to a stop in the hall, hastily tucked my shirt in and then reached for the door.
She tsked at me. “No way, young man. I don’t care how excited you are. You are not going out looking like that. Fix your uniform.”
I sighed, but did as she said, using the mirror in the dining room to make sure I looked slightly presentable. My jacket was a bit wrinkled, and I vaguely remember tossing it on my bed after school Friday and then forgetting about it. I found it balled up on the floor this morning.
My mom lowered her voice and said, “It’s not just your grades that you’re going to have to watch. Liking someone does not give you the right to neglect or be disrespectful of yourself and others.”
“Yes, Mother.”
“Tell him I said hello.”
I was going to fly to school, but remembering my mom’s words, I ran instead. I knew better than to think he’d be waiting for me outside, but I was still a bit disappointed when he wasn’t. A piece of paper fell out of my locker when I opened it. I picked it up and unfolded it.
Minnie-ah I was serious about you hanging out with me. I’m in the cafeteria in the mornings till class starts. I expect to eat lunch with you, either in my domain or with you in the library. I have math before lunch, so you can tutor me during lunch and then we can leave after school for … other things. Can’t wait to see you. Chunnie
Oh, by the way, do you have any idea how pretty the stars are from the rooftop when I’m alone … thinking about you … doing things
He stopped there, but man, I filled in the rest of that and had to shut my eyes and take a deep breath and will myself under control before I turned from my locker. I put the letter on the top shelf, under a pile books, just in case, and then shut the door and headed to homeroom.
“Changmin!”
I stopped in surprise because no one ever called me in the halls. Of course, it was Yoochun, and I turned around and he hurried to catch up to me, leaving his fan club behind. He stopped a couple feet from me, his smile growing as the silence stretched between us. With difficulty, I kept my eyes on his face, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t take a quick second to memorize the way his uniform fell on him, shirt untucked, jacket unbuttoned, tie loose. The teachers gave up on getting him to dress right a long time ago.
I swallowed, and then said, “What’s up?”
He was trying not to laugh. “Just wanted to say hi.”
“Your entourage is coming.”
He shrugged. “Walk with us?”
“Nah.”
“Why not?”
I looked over his shoulder. The girls had their arms crossed, glares on their faces. The guys didn’t seem to notice anything different and were joking around.
“What do your fangirls know?” I whispered. “They look like they want to kill me.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Oh, that. I told them that I was busy being tutored by you yesterday so I couldn’t hang out with them, and well, they’re girls. They’re a little possessive.”
Right one cue, one of them said, “Yoochun,” in a snotty voice and put her hands on her hips.
Yoochun didn’t turn around. He smirked. “God, I’d love to kiss you right now and see what their reactions would be.”
I smiled widely. “Self-control is barely restrained. Don’t fucking say stuff like that.”
“Don’t think about what I’m going to do to you after school today. I’ll see you around.”
He turned and walked back to the girls, my eyes plastered to his ass.
Damn him.
I shook my head and went to homeroom, deep breaths the whole way there. If he wanted a show of my self control, well he was going to get one.
And that promise lasted until lunch.
“Changmin!”
Again a shout behind me. I stopped and turned. When Yoochun took his arm away from a girl’s shoulders, she grabbed his coat and held him, eyes narrowed. I saw more than heard Yoochun scoff. He said something that immediately made the girl let him go and lower her eyes. He and his friends did some weird handshakes, and then he walked toward me. He ignored the one girl that yelled after him.
“I don’t want to come between you and your friends,” I said.
Yoochun smiled. “You aren’t. Come on. I took awesome notes. You’ll be so proud of me. I even wrote neatly.”
We walked into the library. I bowed and said hello to the librarian. Yoochun did the same. She looked a bit startled to see someone with me.
I led Yoochun through the first row of books and then towards the back table that I always used. In the middle of an aisle, I stopped, pinned him to the shelf and kissed him before he could say anything. His hands pushed at my shoulders, but with a swipe of my tongue along his bottom lip, instead of pushing, his arms wrapped around my neck and our bodies pressed together. I slid one hand down his side, pulling at his untucked shirt until I could touch skin.
He gasped. “Changmin.”
“Self control be damned,” I muttered.
“But-”
“No one ever comes here during lunch.”
“My fangirls might. They know I’m here and might try to spy on me.”
I shut my eyes and leaned my forehead against his. “Fine, but if they ever find out about the piano thing, I may have to kill them.”
Yoochun laughed. He settled hands on my hips and pushed me away. We held hands and walked to the table. Before I could sit, he stopped and his eyes slid down to my crotch.
I smirked. “What?”
“Nothing,” he replied with a grin and sat down.
I slid my chair closer to his. When I sat down, I made sure our knees touched. “So let the tutoring begin.”
Yoochun muttered, “I’d rather make out.”
“You’re the one that stopped it.” I flipped through his notebook. He only had two and a half pages of notes. “That’s it?”
He smiled and licked his lips. “Maybe I want to be punished.”
My face flushed, my breathing increased, and I remembered his note, about what he was doing last night on the roof. Fingers danced up my thigh.
“Fangirls,” I whispered.
He laughed and moved his hand. “Okay, okay.”
I took a deep breath. “So what don’t you understand?”
“Most of it.”
I flipped open his book, picked a problem and told him to do it. I ate my lunch, watching again as he grew frustrated almost immediately.
I sighed. “Yoochun, come on. You were doing these problems just fine last night.”
“Liar.”
“Well, you were doing better than you are now.”
He lowered his voice. “Maybe that’s because I wasn’t mauled right beforehand and I could concentrate.”
“Fine. You work on that. I’ll take your distraction away.”
He put a hand on my knee. “No, just help with a couple, and then I’ll do some.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
By the end of lunch, he was doing problems on his own. The bell rang and we gathered up our bags.
“Hey, I almost forgot,” Yoochun said. “What’s your favorite song to sing?”
“What do you mean?”
“Um, song, sing, you’re a singer, la la la.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Just your favorite song. Classical, opera, pop music, American, whatever.”
“Why?”
“Just pick one.”
I thought for a moment and then said, “FT Island. Don’t Love Me.”
“That is a good song. Kay, I’ll see you later. And I was going to say thanks, but I think I’ll wait and show you my thanks after school.”
I swallowed, but by the time I said, “Can’t wait,” he was already walking away. I sighed and followed after him, content to watch his ass until he turned out the door. In the hall, my eyes sought him out. A girl sidled up next to him, and he pushed her away. He talked to his buddies, never even looking at her or the others that joined a few seconds later. When the girl pouted and looked down the hall, I made sure to meet her eyes. She glared at me, and I smirked, finally turning away to head to class.
And I didn’t concentrate. I figured I owed myself a moment of daydreaming and stared out the window, looking at what Yoochun taught me to see. After each of my last few classes, my teachers asked me if I was alright. I smiled and promised them I wasn’t ill.
After school, to my utter surprise, two guys were leaning by my locker. Of course I recognized them. Jung Yunho and Kim Junsu were part of Yoochun’s little entourage. They were both athletic with Yunho on the basketball team and Junsu on the football team. Yunho was tall, almost as tall as me with spiky brown hair and brown eyes. Junsu’s hair was short, currently dyed a color that was almost orange, but not quite because that would have been against the rules. Both wore their uniforms about as sloppily as Yoochun did.
“Changmin-shi,” Junsu said, “the man of the hour.”
I opened my locker and filled my bag with books. “What can I do for you?”
“Well,” Yunho said, “we want to know what your deal is with Yoochun.”
“I’m tutoring him.”
“That’s what he said. Just a warning to you then that you keep it to tutoring and stop acting like you’re friends with him or something. Park Yoochun is not friends with nerds.”
I smiled. “Just assholes, huh?”
They both lost their fake smiles. “We’ll kick your ass,” Junsu said.
“Hey, guys,” Yoochun said at my shoulder. “Problems?”
“No, Yoochun,” Yunho automatically. He went to fling an arm around my shoulder, but I ducked away from it. He scowled at me.
“Just getting to know your new friend,” Junsu said.
“Sure,” Yoochun said. “Leave him alone. He’s tutoring me, and I know you’re here because of Soonyi. Promised you guys a tag team moment, huh? If you see Soonyi before me, just remind her that I can destroy her, okay? Now, go away.”
Junsu shrugged and said, “Sorry, Yoochun, but she did-”
“I really don’t care,” Yoochun said.
Nothing else was said, and then the two guys looked at each other and left.
Yoochun leaned against the lockers, a smile tugged at his lips. “You called them assholes. That was hilarious. I almost started laughing.” He lowered his voice and said, “Give me about twenty minutes. I have to go talk to my math teacher and then have a cigarette.”
“Okay.”
He pushed away from the locker and sauntered down the hall. I walked leisurely, bowing at teachers. None of them stopped me; it wasn’t an odd sight to see me around after school. I passed the music room twice. The third time, soft notes floated down the hall. My feet moved faster. I shut the door, almost slamming it. My bag dropped to the floor and then I was behind Yoochun, the bench lengthwise again, holding him as his fingers danced along the keys. I moved his hair, fingers sliding on his neck, and then tugged on his earlobe with my lips.
“That better be you, Changmin,” he said, breath gasping.
“Who else?”
“Oh, you know. One of those gorgeous guys from SHINee or Big Bang.”
“Sorry, no such luck.”
“Hmm, FT Island, then.”
I pulled away from him in surprise when he played the opening notes of Don’t Love Me.
“Sing,” he said, but I couldn’t. I shifted enough to rest my head against his neck and listened to him play. He let the last notes ring through the room for a moment before silence fell. His hands dropped to my knees and he leaned his head on mine.
“You okay back there?”
I kissed the back of his neck, open mouth, along his jaw and back up to his ear. He moaned and leaned against me.
“Are you going to let me play?”
“I’m not holding your hands, am I?” I asked and hooked my thumbs in his pants pockets, tugging a bit so our lower bodies were flush against each other.
“True.” He played a few notes while I continued to leave open mouth kisses on his neck. I tugged on his pockets, fingers digging into his hips. I slid my hands into his pockets. Lighter, cigarettes, phone. I moved them all and then just sat there, gasping as the notes from the piano stayed low and deep.
“You done yet?” he asked.
“Maybe.”
My fingers clenched, and he shivered. “You’re incredibly forward for someone who’s never done this before.”
“Forward? Just doing what I want.”
“Everything you want?”
“Not yet.”
Yoochun leaned back enough for me to kiss him. The music stilled for a moment and then he pulled away and said, “Sing for me, please.”
“Busy,” I muttered against his skin. “Later.”
He laughed. I took one hand out of a pocket and brought it to the buttons on his shirt.
“You’re determined to torture me, aren’t you?” he whispered, leaning his head on my shoulder.
I made an agreeable noise. Buttons undone, tie loosened, he pulled the shirt off, and the t-shirt underneath it followed. Good fuck. I skimmed lips over his shoulders, across his upper back. The hand in his pocket had a death grip on his leg, the other slid along his skin, his chest and abs and sides. He seemed content to let me explore, head on my shoulder, eyes shut, a smile on his face. Every now and then he’d sigh and arch into my hand.
“I have this feeling that I’m always going to be half naked when I’m alone with you.”
I moved my lips far enough from his skin to ask, “Is that a bad thing?”
“No, just a distraction. I should be studying math.”
“Math is overrated.”
“Then I should be writing music.”
“Music is-”
“Don’t you dare. Music is the only thing that keeps me sane.’
“Music is awesome.”
“It is. I feel most complete when I’m playing. Life narrows down to eighty eight keys, melodies, harmonies.”
Yoochun sighed. He dropped the cover on the piano and leaned on his elbows. I moved soft kisses down his spine. He shivered.
“This is sort of the same,” he whispered. “Life narrows down to your lips and hands and breath.” He suddenly stood up, my hand catching in his pocket. He smiled at me and turned around. His legs draped over mine when he sat back down again. Again, he leaned against the piano on his elbows. My eyes trailed down his body. I licked my lips.
“Make the world disappear,” he whispered.
“My pleasure.” I grabbed his tie and yanked him to me. I kissed him, hard and fast, wrapping arms around his body, so he was more sitting on my lap than on the bench. His legs encircled me. Those fingers had my shirt unbuttoned in record time. I pulled my tie off and then shrugged out of the shirt. Yoochun grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, and it joined the pile on the floor. My head went light and fuzzy when our skin touched. Yoochun moved again, kissing harder, pressing me back. I had to put my hands on the bench behind me to stay up, but he kept coming and my elbows bent and I lay back on the bench, feet still on the floor. Yoochun had just enough space to kneel on the edge of the bench.
“We need a couch,” Yoochun muttered and then his mouth closed around a chunk of skin at my shoulder.
“We need a bed,” I replied, gasping.
He chuckled and then pulled away, met my eyes. Held me with that look. I’m not sure how he managed to not fall off the bench, but he lowered his body along mine. All of it, hips to chest and then he kissed my neck. I grabbed his ass and arched into him as a moan was ripped from my throat.
“We need to get off this bench before we fall off like on Saturday,” he said.
“In a minute,” I gasped.
He laughed and kissed me. An enthusiastic thrust against my body almost spilled us to the floor.
“Alright, enough.”
He wriggled out of my hold and sat up. I stood and then leaned over him to kiss him. I wrapped the tie around my hand and then tugged on it. He followed, standing, his lips curving in a smile. His hands settled on my hips, fingers tracing the tops of my pants.
“Where do you want me?” he asked as I dragged him toward the windows.
“Is that a trick question?”
“Maybe.”
I sat down and leaned against the wall. Since I didn’t give any slack on the tie, Yoochun fell to his knees in front of me.
“God, if I had known you were going to be this domineering, I would have jumped you last year.”
“Shut up,” I muttered and yanked him to me to kiss him.
I really had no idea what I was doing. All I knew is that I liked it and I wanted more of it and it felt like warm water rushed through my blood and burst over my skin and I floated, Yoochun’s lips the only thing keeping me from drowning, but then touching his skin, his chest or stomach or sides or back or arms, and being dragged below the surface with short breaths, deep moans and body shivers.
We laid down, Yoochun on top of me. His knee nudged mine apart, and when he settled, thigh pressed against me, nothing could have pulled me back to the surface.
Except the sound of my phone going off.
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered, lips still sliding on my collar bone.
I grabbed his body, holding him in place while I fished out my phone. I silenced the alarm and then tossed the phone away. “Five minutes.”
Yoochun thrust against me. “What I want to do is going to take a lot longer than five minutes.”
I smiled. “Yeah, but then that’s a good thing I guess.”
He propped up, lower body sliding along mine. “I think that’s the first time I haven’t understood what you were saying.”
“Your fault.”
“What did you mean?”
Without his lips on me, my breathing slowed. “Don’t know, but I’m not sure if I’m ready for all of this.”
Yoochun scoffed. “All of this? Dude, you’ve moved this along a lot faster than I ever meant it to go. God, Min, I’m about thirty seconds away from giving you a hand job and I thought I was going to have to convince you to even think about being with a guy.”
All I heard was hand job. I shivered and then shut my eyes again.
“What?” he demanded and moved away from me, sat against the wall.
“God, Yoochun, I don’t know,” I said and sat up.
He took my hand. “Are we fighting? I can’t tell.”
“No,” I whispered and brought his hand up to my lips to kiss his fingers. “I’m just frustrated and I feel like I’m out of my depth and god, Yoochun, there are so many thoughts and ideas and questions in my head, but I think I’m a bit scared to find out all the answers.”
“Why do I feel like we’re not just talking about sex?”
I met his eyes. “I don’t even know you.”
“I know.”
“Well?”
“Well, what? You’re the horndog that attacks me whenever we’re alone.”
I opened my mouth to protest and then shut it again.
He laughed. “Not that I mind, but you want to get to know more than just my body, you should probably start talking to me.”
“What about you? You want to know more than my body?”
“Of course.” He kissed me and then stood up and walked back to our pile of clothes. “I like you, Minnie, of course I want to find out all about you. Or at least more than the studying thing. Seriously, what else do you do?”
“I’m assuming you mean besides masturbate.”
Yoochun burst out laughing and sat hard on the piano bench. I finally stood up and went to the pile of clothes. I leaned down, and he grabbed my hips, pulled me and bit my ass.
“Hey,” I said, jerking away.
“You liked it.”
I smirked. “Maybe.” I pulled the t-shirt on and then the button down. Yoochun stood and stopped my hands. He kissed me and proved that he was just as good at buttoning up shirts as he was unbuttoning them.
“Tomorrow, instead of doing this, can we go somewhere?” Yoochun asked.
“Where?”
“Don’t know. Somewhere where you can’t undress me.”
“Oh, no fun.”
Chapter 5 - talking is really overrated
Chapter 3 - at least i'm better at math than he is
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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