Skin You're In 9/?
Title: Skin You're In 9/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaehwa (Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Heechul, past Yunho/Jaehwa)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to play with.
Summary: Jaehwa is one of the prettiest girls Yoochun has ever met. Yoochun isn't sure how to react when he finds out that Jaehwa is a girl in her mind, but she has the body of a man. Does that change who she is?
Warnings: Transgender!Jaejoong
A/N: Before you start reading, I suggest you familiarize yourself with Gender Identity Disorder. I personally think calling it a disorder is bullshit. There is a lot of controversy over this topic.
If you have questions, or you want to discuss this topic with others, go here: http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/40030.html (you have to be a member of the community, go here to join http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/)
A/N Part 2: This fic is dedicated to willowwing because she has gone to great lengths to make her most recent fic realistic, and I hope that I have taken this topic and done the same. And she loves JaeChun, so it's a JaeChun.
Part 9: The Support
“Mother!” Yoojin shouted. “Jaejoong and his friends are here.”
That sounded so wrong to Yoochun. He scowled and bit his lip against a noise of protest.
“Who is Jaejoong?” Changmin muttered, loud enough for them all to hear.
Yoojin glared at him, but didn’t have a chance to say anything when an older woman emerged from the back of the house. She was an attractive woman, probably gorgeous in her younger years. Definitely the source of Jaehwa’s beauty. Another woman emerged behind her, taller and homely.
Jaehwa’s eyes widened, just a bit, and then she hurried forward and bowed, whispering a greeting to her mother and eldest sister, Sooyeon.
Junsu led introductions again. Jaehwa stayed to the side, head bowed.
“And this is Park Yoochun,” Junsu said.
“I’m Jaehwa’s boyfriend,” Yoochun said, eyes locked on her mother’s.
“Welcome to our home,” the old woman said, nostrils flaring a tiny bit. “Jaejoong, be a good son and show Junsu’s friend and your friend up to Yoonah’s old room. You and Junsu may share your old room.”
Yoochun opened his mouth to protest, but Junsu shook his head and he shut it, glaring more at Jaehwa than her mother.
“We will be having lunch soon, if you’d like to join us,” her mother said, even though her tone of voice wished that they wouldn’t.
“Thank you, Mother,” Junsu said with a bow, “but I told my mother we would go to her house for lunch, and be back here before Sooyeon’s birthday dinner.”
Her mother nodded and then turned around and went back into the kitchen.
“Um, what?” Changmin said.
Junsu winced and waved it away. Jaehwa said nothing and headed up the stairs silently. Yoochun swallowed, reached up and grabbed her hand. She turned and smiled at him, interlacing their fingers.
Yoojin cleared her throat, glaring at them.
Pink covered Jaehwa’s cheek, but she did not let go of his hand. She pulled and Yoochun walked up the steps to be even with her.
“What … I … Junsu!” Changmin muttered behind them.
“I’m sorry,” Junsu said back, pained but not really asking for an apology.
“It’s for the best,” Jaehwa said.
“The best for you, maybe,” Changmin said. “I didn’t know I was going to have to meet your parents.”
“Now you know how I feel,” Yoochun said and smiled down at him.
Changmin made a face.
Yoojin cleared her throat again and opened a door in the hall. “This is where you will sleep, Changmin-shi, Yoochun-shi.”
“Thank you, Yoojin-shi,” Changmin said.
Yoochun went into the room. The inside was more or less bare with only one dresser, a small table and two futons spread out on the floor. They didn’t look long enough for Changmin. Yoochun wanted to say something about hospitality, but tried to smile and tossed his backpack into the room. It landed on a futon.
“That one is mine.”
“Jaejoong,” Yoojin said carefully.
“Yes, noona?”
“Your friend is very rude.”
Jaehwa smiled at Yoochun and then at her sister. “So are you, noona.” She turned around and went down the hall. Yoojin followed after her.
“This is going to be fun,” Yoochun muttered.
Junsu winced. “Sorry, guys. They’re so judgmental.”
“They’re mental, all right,” Changmin said.
“Because he loves me!”
Yoochun jerked at the shout from Jaehwa, and the three of them quickly went into the hall. Yoojin’s voice murmured to them, too quiet to hear.
“You’re just upset because no one will marry you!”
Junsu winced again.
Jaehwa stalked out of a room down the hall, face scrunched like she was trying not to cry. She slipped around Yoochun’s outstretched arms and then pounded down the stairs. The front door slammed.
“It is improper for you to love Jaejoong,” Yoojin said.
Yoochun turned around, ready to scream at her, and then what she said registered in his mind. He smirked. “I guess it’s a good thing that I love Jaehwa then, isn’t it?”
Junsu and Changmin snorted, and after a moment of glaring at each other, Yoochun finally broke eye contact and went after Jaehwa. MinSu followed him outside.
Jaehwa was at the car, leaning against the side. Junsu beeped it unlocked, and she climbed into the back seat. As Yoochun walked over, he reminded himself that this was not about him. Yes, everything was awkward, and Jaehwa’s family thought he was gay, but they more or less accepted that. They did not accept Jaehwa. He opened the door and sat next to his girlfriend. Very carefully, he put his arms around her and pulled her close. He nuzzled against her ear, pushing the beanie up so he could kiss her earlobe.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Jaehwa nodded, breath gasping. She turned suddenly and buried her face in Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun held her tightly. He met Changmin’s concerned gaze, and didn’t protest when he reached back and took one of Jaehwa’s hands. She peered at him and then smiled.
“We all love you,” Changmin said, serious for once. “I don’t want to say anything bad about your family, because they’re your family, but … well, we love you and accept you.”
“Aw, dongsaeng,” she said and sat up a little.
Changmin winced and Yoochun looked at their hands and laughed as the two of them squeezed really hard, trying to get the other to let go.
“All right, all right,” Yoochun said, batting at Changmin’s hand. “The big tough guy has to pick on the girl. Leave her alone.”
Changmin faced front. “See if I try to be nice to you again.”
Jaehwa laughed and threw her arms around Changmin’s neck. “Thanks, dongsaeng,” she whispered and kissed his cheek.
Changmin made a face and pushed her back to Yoochun.
Jaehwa curled up with Yoochun and Junsu started the car.
“Fuck my parents’ house,” Junsu said. “Let’s go downtown and get some ramen.”
“That sounds like the best idea of the day,” Changmin said.
“Coward,” Yoochun muttered.
Changmin stuck his tongue out.
Jaehwa laughed and Yoochun smiled, holding her closer as Junsu drove into the city.
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Yoochun shifted the pillow under his head and tried to find a more comfortable spot on the floor. He hadn’t slept on a floor for years. Changmin snored next to him. That was the least of the things keeping him awake.
The main thing bothering him were the glares he got every time he called Jaehwa by her name.
No one at the birthday dinner was happy with him. Except for Junsu, who after a couple of hours of calling her Jae, emulated Yoochun and called her Jaehwa. And Changmin did too, because he was obnoxious like that. Her mother and sisters did everything they could to call her “Jaejoong” or “son” or “brother.”
Yoochun could understand why her family was the way they were. It must have been hard to learn that your only son didn’t see himself as a son, but just another daughter. But as a parent, weren’t you supposed to love your child no matter what? And Jaehwa had done everything her sisters had done. She went to high school and graduated with good grades. She was in college working on a Bachelor’s degree, and working on getting an internship with an entertainment company. Yoochun felt that they should have been happy with her life.
Footsteps shuffled down the hall. A thin band of light seeped in from under the door, and then it was cut off. Someone was in the bathroom. Yoochun sighed and wondered what tomorrow would bring.
Junsu said they were going to have breakfast and then meet one more of Jaehwa’s sisters before going home. Only five of them had been at the birthday dinner; the other three had been busy with their families.
A few minutes later, another set of footsteps sounded in the hall. There was a light knocking, and then Junsu whispering, “Jae-baby, are you okay?”
Yoochun inhaled sharply and waited for the response. But none came. Junsu stayed outside, and Yoochun decided to get up. He couldn’t stay away when he knew that Jaehwa was hurting. He moved through the room quietly, and slipped out the door.
Junsu frowned at him.
“What’s wrong?” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu shook his head and pointed at the door.
“Jae-love?” Yoochun said through the door. He heard the unmistakable sound of a sob. He tried the knob and it turned under his hand. “Love, I’m coming in.”
Junsu clapped him on the back and, instead of going to the room he had been sharing with Jaehwa, went into the room Yoochun and Changmin had been sharing.
A single bulb burned above the mirror. Jaehwa was leaning on the counter, glaring at her reflection. Her eyes were red, skin blotchy with tears. She wore black sweats and a wife beater. And her hair was still pinned up on her head. Yoochun again saw the boy in her and he didn’t like it at all. Yoochun moved behind her, put his arms around her waist and held her tightly.
“I love you,” he whispered and kissed her neck, eyes shut.
Jaehwa breathed deeply and whispered it back, voice raspy.
“I miss my girlfriend,” Yoochun said, nuzzling up to her ear.
Jaehwa froze, and then struggled to turn around, but Yoochun held her tightly with one arm. The other hand he dragged up her front, pulling at the tank top. He paused only long enough to roll one nipple between his fingers, and then moved higher, tracing her collar bones and neck. He continued up, and met her eyes through the mirror.
He smiled and said, “You’re so pretty, love.” With shaking fingers, he unsnapped the clips in her hair; there were a lot of them, and even more bobby pins. He released the twisted bun and ran his fingers through her hair, inhaling deeply as it cascaded around him.
Jaehwa was shaking, and very lightly, she pushed her hips back, into Yoochun’s crotch.
“God, Jae-love, don’t do that,” he muttered, rutting lightly against her. His cock was hard almost instantly.
Her hands slipped behind her, settling on his hips. She tilted her head back and Yoochun kissed down her neck, watching them in the mirror. With her hair down, Jaehwa no longer looked like a boy.
They hadn’t been together for more than a hasty make-out session since their date. It was Yoochun’s fault. He had been a little rough and forceful with her. He knew that, and now he was just waiting until Jaehwa showed him she was okay. More often than not, he caught his beautiful girl worrying her lower lip and wringing her hands.
Jaehwa turned her head and their lips met in an open kiss. “I love you. Thank you so much for defending me.”
Yoochun smiled. “I’d be a horrible boyfriend if I didn’t do whatever I could to make my girl happy.”
“My sisters called you gay, though.”
Yoochun shrugged. “They don’t understand, and they refuse to understand. I know I’m not gay, just like you know that you’re not gay. Tomorrow, please, wear your hair down. Wear something cute and sparkly.”
She smiled and then her eyes shut. She turned in Yoochun’s arms and sat on the counter, wrapping her legs around Yoochun’s waist and yanking him closer. Their lips met in a more frantic kiss and Yoochun slipped his hands under the tank top and up her bare back.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, tilting her head, baring her neck.
Yoochun kissed her neck, down to her collarbones. He pressed his erection to the inside of her thigh. She moaned, and then shook her head. “We c-can’t, Chunnie-ah. Not here.”
Yoochun smiled and pulled his back enough to look at her lust blown eyes. “It’ll be quick, and you’d just have to be quiet.”
Jaehwa smirked. “Like I said, we can’t.”
Yoochun growled and kissed her roughly.
There was a sudden tiny whistle outside the door, and Jaehwa pushed Yoochun away. She slipped off the counter and weaved around him, just as the door started opening.
“Excuse me,” Yoochun said, harshly.
One of Jaehwa’s sisters poked her head in the door. Yoochun couldn’t remember which one.
“What are you doing up, Yoochun-shi?” she asked, voice suspicious.
“Am I not allowed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?” Yoochun said it rudely, and the sister’s eyes narrowed.
“Have you seen Jaejoong?”
“Nope. I can’t say I’ve ever met anyone named Jaejoong.”
The sister crossed her arms, but said nothing. They stared at each other for a long time, and then Yoochun said, “Please, I would like to use the bathroom without someone watching.”
The sister blushed lightly, but wished him a good evening and left the bathroom. Jaehwa emerged from behind the door, holding a finger to her lips. Yoochun wondered why, and then about a minute later, footsteps left the hallway.
“I used to get in trouble for peeing sitting down,” Jaehwa said, blushing and not looking at him. “They used to spy on me when I was in the bathroom.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“Yeah, well …”
Yoochun sighed and bit his lip against another comment. It was Jaehwa’s family, and if he was going to be part of Jaehwa’s life then he had to learn to deal with them. He gathered her up in another hug. “So I’m pretty sure MinSu are doing things on the futon I’m supposed to be sleeping on.”
Jaehwa giggled. “Yeah, probably. I have a place for us to go, but it’s up high.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “If you’re there, I won’t even notice.”
With a wide smile, Jaehwa reached around him and turned off the light. She opened the door and checked the hallway. Putting a finger to her lips, she motioned Yoochun to wait. She slipped down the hall and into her room. She reemerged with a blanket and two pillows. Yoochun smiled and followed her down the stairs and through the kitchen. The back door squeaked, but they were outside before the noise really registered. Everything was dark, shrouded by trees. Yoochun kept up across the grass in his bare feet, chilled with dew.
Jaehwa stopped next to a tree and whispered, “Up we go. Wait until I get up there.”
Yoochun looked up and barely made out a small platform. It was like half a tree house.
“Dad built it for me before I … yeah. Anyway.” She wrapped the blanket around her neck and then scrambled up the ladder made of two-by-fours. When she was up there, she held out her hands and Yoochun tossed the pillows up. He missed the first try. And the second. Jaehwa tried to hold back her laughter.
“Shut up,” he muttered, moving to fetch it a few feet away.
It took a few more attempts before the pillows were safely in the tree house. Yoochun swallowed and gripped one of the boards.
“Better hurry, or I’ll be done before you get up here,” Jaehwa whispered.
Yoochun looked up, glanced at his feet firmly on the ground and took a deep breath. “The things I do for this woman,” he muttered and started climbing. He shut his eyes half way up. His breath was short as he climbed onto the platform, hugging the floor.
Jaehwa laughed.
Fingers gripped his arm and he half-crawled over to where Jaehwa had laid out the blanket. He wrapped his arms around her, jerking in shock when he hit bare skin. Lips pressed against his neck.
“I was almost done,” she said, voice amused. “Guess you’ll have to finish me off.”
Yoochun cupped her face in his hands and found her lips in the dark. She pushed him back and he fell with his head on a pillow. She moved over him, as always, comfortable in the dark. Their lips parted and the kiss bordered on violent.
“Hmm, we can’t … need lube, but …” Her lips moved across his cheek, down his neck. Yoochun gasped, hands gripping her bare hips. He slid them back, cupping her ass. She moaned and pushed against his hands for a moment, and then moved backwards, kissing down his arm while she pushed up his tank top. Her hot mouth closed around his nipple. Her chest brushed over his crotch. He moaned, hips rising.
Yoochun felt her smile as she tugged on his sweat pants. He pushed them down to his knees and then curled his legs up to finish kicking them off.
Jaehwa bypassed the rest of his body. Her soft hand curled around his erection and her lips pressed against the crown in a gentle kiss. “I love you, Chunnie-ah.”
“I-lo-lo-v-you,” Yoochun gasped.
With another chuckle, she opened her mouth and sucked on him lightly.
Yoochun’s eyes squeezed shut and he moaned, reveling in the teasing and the touches. It seemed Jaehwa was content to play. His orgasm teased him, coiling low and dissipating as Jaehwa loosened her grip. He wrapped her long hair in his hands, pulling, trying to make her speed up, but she bit down, lightly, not moving.
“Jae-hwa, please,” he moaned.
“Be good,” she said, voice muffled around his cock.
He loosened his hold, but kept his hands in her hair. She held his hips down and bobbed her head. Yoochun threw his head back with a cry when her lips met his body and she slowed down even more, drawing his length out and lapped at the head.
“Fuck, Jae, just do it.”
“But it’s so much fun to tease you,” she whispered and licked down the shaft.
“Oh my god, I love you, fuck, Jae, come on. Please.”
“And it’s so much fun to hear you beg.” She sucked his balls in to her mouth and used her hand to stroke him firmly. His hips rose and he threw his arms above his head, searching for something to grab onto. They touched nothing but wood and then found a pillow. Heat closed around his dick again and he moaned, legs spreading, hips rising. A few short trips into her mouth had Yoochun screaming his orgasm into the pillow and pumping his release into her throat. He whimpered when she continued to play for a moment, and then she let his erection slip out of her mouth and smack against his stomach.
“Fuck, Jaehwa,” he murmured into the pillow.
He was barely conscious of her laughter. She crawled over him, kissing random bits of skin and then lay next to him. It took a few more minutes for Yoochun to regain control and move the pillow. He turned his head and barely made out the smiling face of his girlfriend. He leaned over, hand sliding up her neck and into her hair, and kissed her deeply.
“My turn?” she whispered.
Yoochun tried to control the fluttering in his heart and said calmly, “For?”
She shrugged. “Whatever. I can’t say I’ve ever been left wanting with you before.”
Yoochun smiled and stole one more kiss. He climbed over her, straddling her upper thighs. His heart was still racing, but he moved her hair and leaned down and kissed her neck and shoulders. “Any chance there is lube stashed in here?”
“For my nieces and nephews to find? Really?”
“Just thought I’d ask.”
Yoochun knew he wouldn’t fuck her without lube. He’d been rough enough with her. Instead, he continued to kiss down her skin. Her hips were moving slightly, rutting against the blanket and pillow beneath her. He pressed his hands to her lower back and moved his hips enough to let her feel that he was still so hard. She moaned, fingers clutching the blanket. It was hard to pleasure her when he couldn’t exactly touch her, but he didn’t think he was comfortable enough to touch her anyway.
Yoochun brought a hand up to his mouth and lathed two fingers with spit. He pressed them gently into her cleft, just teasing and sliding. She tried to spread her legs, hips riding with a quiet moan. Yoochun added more spit and then did it again, this time letting a single finger press into her spasming entrance.
“Oh, Chunnie-ah, please.”
“You’re beautiful when you beg,” he whispered and kissed her neck while his finger moved slowly. She moved with him, hips coming back as he went forward with his hand. She panted, mouth open and he licked at her lips, teasing her into a sideways kiss. He kissed her until his finger dragged in and out of her. Carefully, he removed them and she whimpered in disbelief.
“I was so close,” she said, and then buried her face in the pillow.
Yoochun smiled. “Just a second. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Jaehwa turned her head and said, “And what if pain is what does it for me?”
Yoochun snorted and then slicked his fingers up again. He pressed in two.
Her eyes shut with a hiss, hips rising again to meet his hand.
“Then I better do something about that.” He leaned over her and attacked her back again, biting harder, sucking purple spots into her skin. She cried out, body shaking with every new spot. Yoochun sped up his fingers, this time not stopping as the drag increased. Her hips thrust down and he stilled his hand, letting her do the work as he continued to abuse her back. He let his other hand trail up her body and tangle in her hair.
“C-Chu-unn-nnie-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ee, oh shit, yes.” Jaehwa froze and her entrance clenched his fingers tightly, before her body shuddered and then collapsed.
Yoochun softened his touch, moving his fingers slowly and kissing her skin while her back heaved with heavy breaths.
“I love you,” he whispered into her skin.
“Love. You.”
Yoochun grinned and removed his fingers. He crawled over her and lowered his hips, letting his erection slide over her entrance, up and around. She moaned and lifted her hips. He did not flinch when his cock slipped down and pressed against balls. At least not a lot. She sighed and he took a deep breath, not moving before lying against her body. But whatever lust had been there slowly leaked away as he continued to hold still. He kissed her cheek. She smiled and her eyes opened and then she shook her head. Yoochun understood and rolled to the side. They curled up in the blankets, arms around each other.
After Jaehwa’s breathing evened out, Yoochun smiled, because she hadn’t insisted on putting on clothes and her naked body was pressed against his. The whole situation was still confusing as hell, but at least she was comfortable, and he was comfortable, for now, and he didn’t try to move away, nor did he want to move away. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, let his hands run through her hair, and let her breathing lull him to sleep.
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Part 10: The Reset
Part 8: The Situation
Part 7: The Promise
Part 6: The Conflict
Part 5: The Setback
Part 4: The Date
Part 3: The Wait
Part 2: The Talk
Part 1: The Secret
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaehwa (Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Heechul, past Yunho/Jaehwa)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to play with.
Summary: Jaehwa is one of the prettiest girls Yoochun has ever met. Yoochun isn't sure how to react when he finds out that Jaehwa is a girl in her mind, but she has the body of a man. Does that change who she is?
Warnings: Transgender!Jaejoong
A/N: Before you start reading, I suggest you familiarize yourself with Gender Identity Disorder. I personally think calling it a disorder is bullshit. There is a lot of controversy over this topic.
If you have questions, or you want to discuss this topic with others, go here: http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/40030.html (you have to be a member of the community, go here to join http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/)
A/N Part 2: This fic is dedicated to willowwing because she has gone to great lengths to make her most recent fic realistic, and I hope that I have taken this topic and done the same. And she loves JaeChun, so it's a JaeChun.
Part 9: The Support
“Mother!” Yoojin shouted. “Jaejoong and his friends are here.”
That sounded so wrong to Yoochun. He scowled and bit his lip against a noise of protest.
“Who is Jaejoong?” Changmin muttered, loud enough for them all to hear.
Yoojin glared at him, but didn’t have a chance to say anything when an older woman emerged from the back of the house. She was an attractive woman, probably gorgeous in her younger years. Definitely the source of Jaehwa’s beauty. Another woman emerged behind her, taller and homely.
Jaehwa’s eyes widened, just a bit, and then she hurried forward and bowed, whispering a greeting to her mother and eldest sister, Sooyeon.
Junsu led introductions again. Jaehwa stayed to the side, head bowed.
“And this is Park Yoochun,” Junsu said.
“I’m Jaehwa’s boyfriend,” Yoochun said, eyes locked on her mother’s.
“Welcome to our home,” the old woman said, nostrils flaring a tiny bit. “Jaejoong, be a good son and show Junsu’s friend and your friend up to Yoonah’s old room. You and Junsu may share your old room.”
Yoochun opened his mouth to protest, but Junsu shook his head and he shut it, glaring more at Jaehwa than her mother.
“We will be having lunch soon, if you’d like to join us,” her mother said, even though her tone of voice wished that they wouldn’t.
“Thank you, Mother,” Junsu said with a bow, “but I told my mother we would go to her house for lunch, and be back here before Sooyeon’s birthday dinner.”
Her mother nodded and then turned around and went back into the kitchen.
“Um, what?” Changmin said.
Junsu winced and waved it away. Jaehwa said nothing and headed up the stairs silently. Yoochun swallowed, reached up and grabbed her hand. She turned and smiled at him, interlacing their fingers.
Yoojin cleared her throat, glaring at them.
Pink covered Jaehwa’s cheek, but she did not let go of his hand. She pulled and Yoochun walked up the steps to be even with her.
“What … I … Junsu!” Changmin muttered behind them.
“I’m sorry,” Junsu said back, pained but not really asking for an apology.
“It’s for the best,” Jaehwa said.
“The best for you, maybe,” Changmin said. “I didn’t know I was going to have to meet your parents.”
“Now you know how I feel,” Yoochun said and smiled down at him.
Changmin made a face.
Yoojin cleared her throat again and opened a door in the hall. “This is where you will sleep, Changmin-shi, Yoochun-shi.”
“Thank you, Yoojin-shi,” Changmin said.
Yoochun went into the room. The inside was more or less bare with only one dresser, a small table and two futons spread out on the floor. They didn’t look long enough for Changmin. Yoochun wanted to say something about hospitality, but tried to smile and tossed his backpack into the room. It landed on a futon.
“That one is mine.”
“Jaejoong,” Yoojin said carefully.
“Yes, noona?”
“Your friend is very rude.”
Jaehwa smiled at Yoochun and then at her sister. “So are you, noona.” She turned around and went down the hall. Yoojin followed after her.
“This is going to be fun,” Yoochun muttered.
Junsu winced. “Sorry, guys. They’re so judgmental.”
“They’re mental, all right,” Changmin said.
“Because he loves me!”
Yoochun jerked at the shout from Jaehwa, and the three of them quickly went into the hall. Yoojin’s voice murmured to them, too quiet to hear.
“You’re just upset because no one will marry you!”
Junsu winced again.
Jaehwa stalked out of a room down the hall, face scrunched like she was trying not to cry. She slipped around Yoochun’s outstretched arms and then pounded down the stairs. The front door slammed.
“It is improper for you to love Jaejoong,” Yoojin said.
Yoochun turned around, ready to scream at her, and then what she said registered in his mind. He smirked. “I guess it’s a good thing that I love Jaehwa then, isn’t it?”
Junsu and Changmin snorted, and after a moment of glaring at each other, Yoochun finally broke eye contact and went after Jaehwa. MinSu followed him outside.
Jaehwa was at the car, leaning against the side. Junsu beeped it unlocked, and she climbed into the back seat. As Yoochun walked over, he reminded himself that this was not about him. Yes, everything was awkward, and Jaehwa’s family thought he was gay, but they more or less accepted that. They did not accept Jaehwa. He opened the door and sat next to his girlfriend. Very carefully, he put his arms around her and pulled her close. He nuzzled against her ear, pushing the beanie up so he could kiss her earlobe.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Jaehwa nodded, breath gasping. She turned suddenly and buried her face in Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun held her tightly. He met Changmin’s concerned gaze, and didn’t protest when he reached back and took one of Jaehwa’s hands. She peered at him and then smiled.
“We all love you,” Changmin said, serious for once. “I don’t want to say anything bad about your family, because they’re your family, but … well, we love you and accept you.”
“Aw, dongsaeng,” she said and sat up a little.
Changmin winced and Yoochun looked at their hands and laughed as the two of them squeezed really hard, trying to get the other to let go.
“All right, all right,” Yoochun said, batting at Changmin’s hand. “The big tough guy has to pick on the girl. Leave her alone.”
Changmin faced front. “See if I try to be nice to you again.”
Jaehwa laughed and threw her arms around Changmin’s neck. “Thanks, dongsaeng,” she whispered and kissed his cheek.
Changmin made a face and pushed her back to Yoochun.
Jaehwa curled up with Yoochun and Junsu started the car.
“Fuck my parents’ house,” Junsu said. “Let’s go downtown and get some ramen.”
“That sounds like the best idea of the day,” Changmin said.
“Coward,” Yoochun muttered.
Changmin stuck his tongue out.
Jaehwa laughed and Yoochun smiled, holding her closer as Junsu drove into the city.
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Yoochun shifted the pillow under his head and tried to find a more comfortable spot on the floor. He hadn’t slept on a floor for years. Changmin snored next to him. That was the least of the things keeping him awake.
The main thing bothering him were the glares he got every time he called Jaehwa by her name.
No one at the birthday dinner was happy with him. Except for Junsu, who after a couple of hours of calling her Jae, emulated Yoochun and called her Jaehwa. And Changmin did too, because he was obnoxious like that. Her mother and sisters did everything they could to call her “Jaejoong” or “son” or “brother.”
Yoochun could understand why her family was the way they were. It must have been hard to learn that your only son didn’t see himself as a son, but just another daughter. But as a parent, weren’t you supposed to love your child no matter what? And Jaehwa had done everything her sisters had done. She went to high school and graduated with good grades. She was in college working on a Bachelor’s degree, and working on getting an internship with an entertainment company. Yoochun felt that they should have been happy with her life.
Footsteps shuffled down the hall. A thin band of light seeped in from under the door, and then it was cut off. Someone was in the bathroom. Yoochun sighed and wondered what tomorrow would bring.
Junsu said they were going to have breakfast and then meet one more of Jaehwa’s sisters before going home. Only five of them had been at the birthday dinner; the other three had been busy with their families.
A few minutes later, another set of footsteps sounded in the hall. There was a light knocking, and then Junsu whispering, “Jae-baby, are you okay?”
Yoochun inhaled sharply and waited for the response. But none came. Junsu stayed outside, and Yoochun decided to get up. He couldn’t stay away when he knew that Jaehwa was hurting. He moved through the room quietly, and slipped out the door.
Junsu frowned at him.
“What’s wrong?” Yoochun whispered.
Junsu shook his head and pointed at the door.
“Jae-love?” Yoochun said through the door. He heard the unmistakable sound of a sob. He tried the knob and it turned under his hand. “Love, I’m coming in.”
Junsu clapped him on the back and, instead of going to the room he had been sharing with Jaehwa, went into the room Yoochun and Changmin had been sharing.
A single bulb burned above the mirror. Jaehwa was leaning on the counter, glaring at her reflection. Her eyes were red, skin blotchy with tears. She wore black sweats and a wife beater. And her hair was still pinned up on her head. Yoochun again saw the boy in her and he didn’t like it at all. Yoochun moved behind her, put his arms around her waist and held her tightly.
“I love you,” he whispered and kissed her neck, eyes shut.
Jaehwa breathed deeply and whispered it back, voice raspy.
“I miss my girlfriend,” Yoochun said, nuzzling up to her ear.
Jaehwa froze, and then struggled to turn around, but Yoochun held her tightly with one arm. The other hand he dragged up her front, pulling at the tank top. He paused only long enough to roll one nipple between his fingers, and then moved higher, tracing her collar bones and neck. He continued up, and met her eyes through the mirror.
He smiled and said, “You’re so pretty, love.” With shaking fingers, he unsnapped the clips in her hair; there were a lot of them, and even more bobby pins. He released the twisted bun and ran his fingers through her hair, inhaling deeply as it cascaded around him.
Jaehwa was shaking, and very lightly, she pushed her hips back, into Yoochun’s crotch.
“God, Jae-love, don’t do that,” he muttered, rutting lightly against her. His cock was hard almost instantly.
Her hands slipped behind her, settling on his hips. She tilted her head back and Yoochun kissed down her neck, watching them in the mirror. With her hair down, Jaehwa no longer looked like a boy.
They hadn’t been together for more than a hasty make-out session since their date. It was Yoochun’s fault. He had been a little rough and forceful with her. He knew that, and now he was just waiting until Jaehwa showed him she was okay. More often than not, he caught his beautiful girl worrying her lower lip and wringing her hands.
Jaehwa turned her head and their lips met in an open kiss. “I love you. Thank you so much for defending me.”
Yoochun smiled. “I’d be a horrible boyfriend if I didn’t do whatever I could to make my girl happy.”
“My sisters called you gay, though.”
Yoochun shrugged. “They don’t understand, and they refuse to understand. I know I’m not gay, just like you know that you’re not gay. Tomorrow, please, wear your hair down. Wear something cute and sparkly.”
She smiled and then her eyes shut. She turned in Yoochun’s arms and sat on the counter, wrapping her legs around Yoochun’s waist and yanking him closer. Their lips met in a more frantic kiss and Yoochun slipped his hands under the tank top and up her bare back.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, tilting her head, baring her neck.
Yoochun kissed her neck, down to her collarbones. He pressed his erection to the inside of her thigh. She moaned, and then shook her head. “We c-can’t, Chunnie-ah. Not here.”
Yoochun smiled and pulled his back enough to look at her lust blown eyes. “It’ll be quick, and you’d just have to be quiet.”
Jaehwa smirked. “Like I said, we can’t.”
Yoochun growled and kissed her roughly.
There was a sudden tiny whistle outside the door, and Jaehwa pushed Yoochun away. She slipped off the counter and weaved around him, just as the door started opening.
“Excuse me,” Yoochun said, harshly.
One of Jaehwa’s sisters poked her head in the door. Yoochun couldn’t remember which one.
“What are you doing up, Yoochun-shi?” she asked, voice suspicious.
“Am I not allowed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?” Yoochun said it rudely, and the sister’s eyes narrowed.
“Have you seen Jaejoong?”
“Nope. I can’t say I’ve ever met anyone named Jaejoong.”
The sister crossed her arms, but said nothing. They stared at each other for a long time, and then Yoochun said, “Please, I would like to use the bathroom without someone watching.”
The sister blushed lightly, but wished him a good evening and left the bathroom. Jaehwa emerged from behind the door, holding a finger to her lips. Yoochun wondered why, and then about a minute later, footsteps left the hallway.
“I used to get in trouble for peeing sitting down,” Jaehwa said, blushing and not looking at him. “They used to spy on me when I was in the bathroom.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“Yeah, well …”
Yoochun sighed and bit his lip against another comment. It was Jaehwa’s family, and if he was going to be part of Jaehwa’s life then he had to learn to deal with them. He gathered her up in another hug. “So I’m pretty sure MinSu are doing things on the futon I’m supposed to be sleeping on.”
Jaehwa giggled. “Yeah, probably. I have a place for us to go, but it’s up high.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “If you’re there, I won’t even notice.”
With a wide smile, Jaehwa reached around him and turned off the light. She opened the door and checked the hallway. Putting a finger to her lips, she motioned Yoochun to wait. She slipped down the hall and into her room. She reemerged with a blanket and two pillows. Yoochun smiled and followed her down the stairs and through the kitchen. The back door squeaked, but they were outside before the noise really registered. Everything was dark, shrouded by trees. Yoochun kept up across the grass in his bare feet, chilled with dew.
Jaehwa stopped next to a tree and whispered, “Up we go. Wait until I get up there.”
Yoochun looked up and barely made out a small platform. It was like half a tree house.
“Dad built it for me before I … yeah. Anyway.” She wrapped the blanket around her neck and then scrambled up the ladder made of two-by-fours. When she was up there, she held out her hands and Yoochun tossed the pillows up. He missed the first try. And the second. Jaehwa tried to hold back her laughter.
“Shut up,” he muttered, moving to fetch it a few feet away.
It took a few more attempts before the pillows were safely in the tree house. Yoochun swallowed and gripped one of the boards.
“Better hurry, or I’ll be done before you get up here,” Jaehwa whispered.
Yoochun looked up, glanced at his feet firmly on the ground and took a deep breath. “The things I do for this woman,” he muttered and started climbing. He shut his eyes half way up. His breath was short as he climbed onto the platform, hugging the floor.
Jaehwa laughed.
Fingers gripped his arm and he half-crawled over to where Jaehwa had laid out the blanket. He wrapped his arms around her, jerking in shock when he hit bare skin. Lips pressed against his neck.
“I was almost done,” she said, voice amused. “Guess you’ll have to finish me off.”
Yoochun cupped her face in his hands and found her lips in the dark. She pushed him back and he fell with his head on a pillow. She moved over him, as always, comfortable in the dark. Their lips parted and the kiss bordered on violent.
“Hmm, we can’t … need lube, but …” Her lips moved across his cheek, down his neck. Yoochun gasped, hands gripping her bare hips. He slid them back, cupping her ass. She moaned and pushed against his hands for a moment, and then moved backwards, kissing down his arm while she pushed up his tank top. Her hot mouth closed around his nipple. Her chest brushed over his crotch. He moaned, hips rising.
Yoochun felt her smile as she tugged on his sweat pants. He pushed them down to his knees and then curled his legs up to finish kicking them off.
Jaehwa bypassed the rest of his body. Her soft hand curled around his erection and her lips pressed against the crown in a gentle kiss. “I love you, Chunnie-ah.”
“I-lo-lo-v-you,” Yoochun gasped.
With another chuckle, she opened her mouth and sucked on him lightly.
Yoochun’s eyes squeezed shut and he moaned, reveling in the teasing and the touches. It seemed Jaehwa was content to play. His orgasm teased him, coiling low and dissipating as Jaehwa loosened her grip. He wrapped her long hair in his hands, pulling, trying to make her speed up, but she bit down, lightly, not moving.
“Jae-hwa, please,” he moaned.
“Be good,” she said, voice muffled around his cock.
He loosened his hold, but kept his hands in her hair. She held his hips down and bobbed her head. Yoochun threw his head back with a cry when her lips met his body and she slowed down even more, drawing his length out and lapped at the head.
“Fuck, Jae, just do it.”
“But it’s so much fun to tease you,” she whispered and licked down the shaft.
“Oh my god, I love you, fuck, Jae, come on. Please.”
“And it’s so much fun to hear you beg.” She sucked his balls in to her mouth and used her hand to stroke him firmly. His hips rose and he threw his arms above his head, searching for something to grab onto. They touched nothing but wood and then found a pillow. Heat closed around his dick again and he moaned, legs spreading, hips rising. A few short trips into her mouth had Yoochun screaming his orgasm into the pillow and pumping his release into her throat. He whimpered when she continued to play for a moment, and then she let his erection slip out of her mouth and smack against his stomach.
“Fuck, Jaehwa,” he murmured into the pillow.
He was barely conscious of her laughter. She crawled over him, kissing random bits of skin and then lay next to him. It took a few more minutes for Yoochun to regain control and move the pillow. He turned his head and barely made out the smiling face of his girlfriend. He leaned over, hand sliding up her neck and into her hair, and kissed her deeply.
“My turn?” she whispered.
Yoochun tried to control the fluttering in his heart and said calmly, “For?”
She shrugged. “Whatever. I can’t say I’ve ever been left wanting with you before.”
Yoochun smiled and stole one more kiss. He climbed over her, straddling her upper thighs. His heart was still racing, but he moved her hair and leaned down and kissed her neck and shoulders. “Any chance there is lube stashed in here?”
“For my nieces and nephews to find? Really?”
“Just thought I’d ask.”
Yoochun knew he wouldn’t fuck her without lube. He’d been rough enough with her. Instead, he continued to kiss down her skin. Her hips were moving slightly, rutting against the blanket and pillow beneath her. He pressed his hands to her lower back and moved his hips enough to let her feel that he was still so hard. She moaned, fingers clutching the blanket. It was hard to pleasure her when he couldn’t exactly touch her, but he didn’t think he was comfortable enough to touch her anyway.
Yoochun brought a hand up to his mouth and lathed two fingers with spit. He pressed them gently into her cleft, just teasing and sliding. She tried to spread her legs, hips riding with a quiet moan. Yoochun added more spit and then did it again, this time letting a single finger press into her spasming entrance.
“Oh, Chunnie-ah, please.”
“You’re beautiful when you beg,” he whispered and kissed her neck while his finger moved slowly. She moved with him, hips coming back as he went forward with his hand. She panted, mouth open and he licked at her lips, teasing her into a sideways kiss. He kissed her until his finger dragged in and out of her. Carefully, he removed them and she whimpered in disbelief.
“I was so close,” she said, and then buried her face in the pillow.
Yoochun smiled. “Just a second. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Jaehwa turned her head and said, “And what if pain is what does it for me?”
Yoochun snorted and then slicked his fingers up again. He pressed in two.
Her eyes shut with a hiss, hips rising again to meet his hand.
“Then I better do something about that.” He leaned over her and attacked her back again, biting harder, sucking purple spots into her skin. She cried out, body shaking with every new spot. Yoochun sped up his fingers, this time not stopping as the drag increased. Her hips thrust down and he stilled his hand, letting her do the work as he continued to abuse her back. He let his other hand trail up her body and tangle in her hair.
“C-Chu-unn-nnie-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ee, oh shit, yes.” Jaehwa froze and her entrance clenched his fingers tightly, before her body shuddered and then collapsed.
Yoochun softened his touch, moving his fingers slowly and kissing her skin while her back heaved with heavy breaths.
“I love you,” he whispered into her skin.
“Love. You.”
Yoochun grinned and removed his fingers. He crawled over her and lowered his hips, letting his erection slide over her entrance, up and around. She moaned and lifted her hips. He did not flinch when his cock slipped down and pressed against balls. At least not a lot. She sighed and he took a deep breath, not moving before lying against her body. But whatever lust had been there slowly leaked away as he continued to hold still. He kissed her cheek. She smiled and her eyes opened and then she shook her head. Yoochun understood and rolled to the side. They curled up in the blankets, arms around each other.
After Jaehwa’s breathing evened out, Yoochun smiled, because she hadn’t insisted on putting on clothes and her naked body was pressed against his. The whole situation was still confusing as hell, but at least she was comfortable, and he was comfortable, for now, and he didn’t try to move away, nor did he want to move away. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, let his hands run through her hair, and let her breathing lull him to sleep.
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Part 10: The Reset
Part 8: The Situation
Part 7: The Promise
Part 6: The Conflict
Part 5: The Setback
Part 4: The Date
Part 3: The Wait
Part 2: The Talk
Part 1: The Secret
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