Even the Score 2/8?
Title: Even the Score 2/8?
Pairing: Main: Yunho/Junsu, Yoochun/Jaejoong (minor: Yunho/Heechul, Yunho/Sungmin, Yunho/Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Heechul/Junsu, Yunho/female characters)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, once again this is proven by the pairings.
Summary: Who knew that admitting I was bisexual would equate to having even more sex? Who knew it would bring someone back into my life and make me question everything I thought I knew about love?
Warning: slut!Yunho, HET, and (mentioned attempted rape and violence in later chapters)
A/N: This fic is more or less done. It was at one point, a normal story with non-Kpop characters that I started writing about 4 or 5 years ago, just for my own ... ahem ... pleasure. But that was before I knew about fanfiction, so I've changed the names and edited it to be a fanfiction full of gorgeous Kpop boys that like to fuck each other. I hope you like it!
THIS PART CONTAINS HET!SEX - Pairings in this part: Yunho/Tiffany, Yunho/Jessica, Yunho/Heechul
Part 2: switch hitter
THIS PART CONTAINS HET!SEX - Pairings in this part: Yunho/Tiffany, Yunho/Jessica, Yunho/Heechul
I ran to the Hunny Bunny. It was only about six blocks away. The parking lot wasn’t even half full and TOP, our bouncer, looked bored standing by the door. I waved at him, and he waved back. I walked around to the back door of the club and let myself in with a key. I could hear crappy music bouncing off the walls but not the noises of a crowd. I walked down the dimly lit hallway. There was a line of light under a door, and I knocked on it.
“If that’s you, Yunho, come in. If not, go away,” Tiffa’s voice said.
I opened the door and stopped in my tracks. The office was small. A metal desk. Two chairs. Three filing cabinets. No windows. There was a picture on the wall of a guy coming all over a pink pussy and on the other wall a poster of an aerial view of an orgy.
Those I was prepared for. I wasn’t prepared for Tiffa sitting naked on her desk. She had her shapely legs crossed, stockings up to her thighs. Her breasts sat perfectly perked and waiting to be licked. Her long, black hair hung behind her shoulders. She had an oval face with piercing eyes and soft features.
Full luscious kissable lips.
I shut my eyes. “Is this seriously what you called me in for?”
She laughed. “Are you refusing?”
“No,” I said and started undressing, “but I better be on the clock.”
“What took you so long to get here?” she asked.
“I was dealing with something,” I said shortly.
“Don’t want to talk about it?”
“No.”
Sex. Again. I’m sorry. Did that sound like I was complaining? I meant. SEX! AGAIN!
Tiffa always controlled these shows. I didn’t care. I let her push me onto a chair and drop to her knees. My mind really wasn’t on this at the moment, but I made the appropriate noises, and he didn’t make me look bad and like a good boy, rose up very nicely even though he wanted Heechul to be sucking on him.
Or Junsu.
I knew now that I was going to call him tomorrow. I didn’t want to think for what but I felt I owed him an explanation. That day in the locker room, Sungmin, one of my best friends, had called Junsu a faggot. Junsu had ignored him as always because it wasn’t the first time Sungmin had called him that but I was tired of it. I stood up and told Sungmin to shove it. I hated that word. It only made matters worse though. The HoSu nickname, the jokes.
The guys weren’t necessarily cruel just not observant. They didn’t see how much it hurt Junsu’s feelings. He always felt like he didn’t belong. I made sure that he came to our parties and the other guys got him just as drunk as anybody else. But he always felt secluded. After senior season of soccer and our first state title in ten years, Junsu told me to leave him alone.
Tiffa was suddenly kissing me. My dick slid in and out of her pussy. I didn’t even notice, and panicked before realizing that she had sheathed in a condom first. Thankfully. Who knew who else had done this to her?
Dude, what the hell was wrong with me? I had a beautiful woman straddling my lap and I was barely participating. I paid attention to her for a moment, kissing her lips and necks and massaging those perfect breasts. But Junsu continued to plague my thoughts.
Junsu and I had a major fight. He had blamed me for trying too hard, for treating him differently than anyone else and for pretending to like him so I didn’t look homophobic. I had laughed at him for being so stupid. I almost told him then. I almost told him that my relationship with my girlfriend wasn’t going well because of him. Almost. We had stared at each other, and then he left in a huff. We didn’t talk until graduation.
Tiffa really started moaning. She was faking it. I knew she was faking it, but I didn’t care if she got off tonight. If I cared at all, I would have sent her home to her husband. I came shortly after she did, all fake moans and whimpers of my name.
She pulled the condom off, ran a rough paper towel over my dick and then bit me.
I yelped. “That hurt.”
She shrugged. “You deserved it. You’re not paying any attention to me at all. Go to work. I really do need you. Seohyun didn’t show but Youngsaeng said he’d stay until you got here.”
She moved away and I stood up and got dressed. She watched me, not dressing herself, and frowned. “Why are you so distracted tonight?”
“I told you I’m dealing,” I muttered.
“With what?”
I ignored that.
“Tell me or you’re fired.”
I ignored that, too. She told me last week she’d fire me if I didn’t let her video tape us so she could show her husband. She always threatened to fire me.
I left her office and headed to the front. Youngsaeng was a jerk. I didn’t like him, but he fucked Tiffa more than I did, so he still had his job. Seohyun was going to get fired though. Youngsaeng made a few comments about why I was in Tiffa’s office for so long, and then I told him to fuck off and get the hell out of the practically empty bar. Seohyun was going to die tomorrow if she showed for work. I could have been with Heechul and instead I got to come here, fuck my boss and then stand and listen to half drunks problems.
There was only one exciting incident and that was at about midnight (somehow Tiffa talked me into staying until then) when a bum got a little too friendly with a young college girl, and TOP had to throw him out. The night was dull. I was glad I could do my job on automatic. I spent most of the night thinking about Junsu.
I left right at midnight with the intention of going home and finishing that stupid outline for my psych class in the morning, but a block away from the bar, a horn honked behind me and Sungmin, Eunhyuk, Donghae and Changmin pulled up in Sungmin’s Camaro. They were my four best friends from high school, and we were all on the soccer team. Sungmin and Donghae played midfield. Eunhyuk was our best striker and Changmin was the other goal keeper besides me.
“Hey, Yunho-ya!” Eunhyuk yelled from the back window.
Changmin was driving and the other three were drunk.
“Come with us to a party,” Sungmin said and opened the door.
“I have homework,” I said and kept walking.
“Boo hoo,” Donghae said. “Get in.”
I took a deep breath and got in.
Changmin drove a few blocks away. I ignored the ribs and shouts of the drunken guys next to me, trying to laugh like I was supposed to. Changmin pulled onto a lawn already full of cars, and we all spilled out. Sungmin, Eunhyuk and Donghae raced each other to the house. I walked with Changmin.
“I’m not going to drink anything tonight,” I said, “so you go ahead, and I’ll drive.”
Changmin shook his head. “I can’t, man. If I get another intox ticket, I’ll get my license taken away.”
I nodded. The frat house was packed with college students. I marveled at how the police hadn’t been called yet. Almost immediately, girls just barely eighteen and in college were falling on me, drunk, laughing, groping me. I let them and smiled and kissed a few. I could have gone back to any of their dorm rooms.
Eighteen year old college girls still turned me on. What did that mean?
I let one push me into a closet. We were kissing and hastily undressing each other. She was dyed-blonde with a tiny waist, perky breasts and legs up to her neck. She dropped to her knees and sucked on me for a while. I wrapped hands in her hair and fucked her face. She stood up and slipped a condom over me. She turned and bent over and I pushed into her pussy. I belatedly prayed that she was eighteen. She didn’t look it but she wasn’t a virgin, or even very tight. She started making noises and I put my hand over her mouth to mask them.
Who wanted to be interrupted in a closet? She squirmed around me and reached between me to rub my testicles. I came in a sudden rush and decided that I didn’t want anymore sex that day and I was set for tomorrow and the next day, too.
We dressed just as quickly as we undressed. She slipped out of the closet first, and then I followed a few seconds later. There were some sidelong glances in my direction. I spotted her across the living room. She grinned with her tongue in the corner of her mouth, then licked her lips. I blew a kiss to her and turned around to leave. I didn’t want to be there anymore.
Unfortunately, Sungmin found me and pulled me to the guys. I was talked into taking a couple of shots of tequila, and then the blonde girl was back, and we were making out on a couch.
Rough hands grabbed me away from her and threw me to the floor.
“Wha’the fuck, bitch?” a voice shouted. “Whothe fuck’s that?”
“I don’t know,” a girl answered. “Some guy.”
“Wha’the fuck are you ‘oing kissin’ him? You’re mine.”
Shit.
I struggled to sit up on the floor. Hands grabbed my shirt and hauled me to my feet.
“Wha’the fuck are you ’oing kissin’ my ‘irlfriend?”
“I didn’t know she was your girlfriend, man,” I said, holding my hands up to show him I didn’t want any trouble.
“I’m not his girlfriend,” the blonde said. “We broke up, like two hours ago.”
I scoffed. “Two hours, huh?”
“Wasso funny, dick?” the guy said.
“Nothing, man,” I said. “I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. I’m sorry. I’m actually trying to leave.”
“Notil I’m through withu,” he muttered.
I saw his fist, but I was drunk too and didn’t move fast enough to avoid it. I toppled back from the force of the punch and landed on the floor. Changmin was there to pull the guy away from me, and Sungmin and Eunhyuk joined him. Donghae leaned over me, to ask if I was all right and threw up on my pants.
“That’s it,” I said. “I’m done.”
I stood up, ignored everything around me and headed to the front door. I was covered in vomit and everyone made way for me. I stepped out of the house, got my bearings and headed in the direction of the dorms.
“Hey!” a voice called.
I didn’t turn around. There were running footsteps behind me. The blonde girl caught up with me and walked beside me.
“Sorry,” she said. “I thought he had left the party.”
I grunted and sped up.
“Here,” she said. “You dropped this when you fell.” She had my cell phone in her hand.
“Thanks,” I muttered as I took it.
“My name’s Jessica,” she said quietly. “Your friend said your name is Yunho.”
I sighed. “No offense but fucking a random, no-name, gorgeous blonde in a closet is more exciting than fucking a Jessica.”
She laughed. “Sorry to ruin it for you,” she said. “I’m eighteen.”
“Thank God for small favors,” I said. “You look like you’re fifteen.”
“I know. I get more sex because of that. How old are you?”
I looked over at her and raised my eyebrows. “You do know what a hook up is right? A fling? A one night stand? A booty call? A fucking great time in a closet with someone that you don’t have to see again?”
She laughed again. “Sure, but-“
”No buts,” I said. “Leave me alone.”
“What crawled up your ass and died?” she said with another laugh.
“Go away,” I said. “I’m drunk, exhausted and I have to be up at seven for class tomorrow.”
“Okay, okay,” she said. “I can take a hint. I programmed my number in your phone if you ever want to fuck me again. It’s under ClosetWhore.”
Jessica turned around and walked back to the party. I turned to watch her ass and then gave myself a shake and walked faster to the dorms. I took the stairs to the fourth floor. I paused at the door of my dorm room. It was almost 3am. I wondered if Heechul was awake. There was a light under the door, but he always left a light on for me.
I fumbled with my key in the lock. I couldn’t get it to work. The door opened, and Heechul smiled out at me. Then his nose wrinkled and he took a step back.
“Not so scrumptious right now,” he said, “You smell like shit.”
“Vomit actually,” I replied. “Donghae threw up on me. Hand me my shower stuff and sweats so I don’t stink up the room.”
“No problem,” he said, “and throw those pants away. I’ll buy you another pair.”
I grunted, took my stuff and took another shower. It sobered me up some and that was a good thing. I didn’t need to be all hung over in the morning. I threw away all the clothes I had been wearing, including my shoes. You can’t get that vomit smell out of anything.
I went back to the room in the sweats.
Heechul was sitting at his desk, laptop glowing in the dim light. He looked up and smiled at me. “I didn’t know you were allowed to drink on the job.”
I scoffed and told him about my night.
“Wow,” he said with a grin. “You have been a busy fucker tonight. Are you going to call the Closet Whore?”
“Maybe,” I said. “She was cute as faked-dyed-blondes go but she isn’t worth the drama.”
“No kidding.”
I fell on my bed and struggled with the blankets. I gave up and laid half-covered. Heechul stood and pulled the blanket free and rearranged it.
“Thanks.”
“Do you want me to wake you up at seven?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I said. “I can’t miss anymore psych classes or I’ll fail.”
He kissed my forehead then went back to his computer, and the sound of the keyboard filled the small room. Sometimes it bothered me but not today.
“Heechul,” I muttered.
“Hm?”
“Have I thanked you yet?”
“For what?”
“For whatever.”
“No.”
“Thanks, then.”
He chuckled. “No problem.”
I fell asleep thinking about Junsu.
Heechul woke me up at seven, and then had to wake me up at seven thirty, and then seven forty-five. At seven-fifty, he finally grabbed me and pulled me out of bed. He roughly pulled a white t-shirt over my head. He nudged sandals on my feet, slung my backpack over my shoulder and pushed me out the door. I stopped in the cafeteria for a very large coffee and went to psychology. To my surprise, there was a finished outline in my folder. To my teacher’s surprise, I handed in a finished outline. I knew I would have to get Heechul something as a thank you for that.
I managed to stay awake for psychology and management. I had a break at ten, and I headed to a nearby café for some breakfast.
I pulled out my cell phone and flipped to Junsu’s number. I wondered for the first time if he still had this number. It’d been five months since I talked to him. Only one way to find out. I hit the call button.
On the third ring, a male voice said hello and I asked for Junsu.
“May I ask who is calling please?”
This guy was definitely gay. “This is Jung Yunho.”
“Hang on,” he said and then he shouted, “Hey, Su-ah! It’s some guy named Jung Yunho!”
There was a muttered shout.
“Hang on,” he said to me again. “He’s coming.”
Junsu said a breathless, “Hello.”
“Hey,” I said. “What’s up?”
“Nothing. I thought you forgot about me finally,” he said.
“Never,” I replied. “I need to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“This isn’t really one of those conversations you can have over the phone. Can you come out here?”
Junsu paused. Incheon was almost two hours away with traffic. “When?”
“Whenever,” I replied.
“I don’t have anything to do until seven tonight, so technically I could be there in two hours,” he said.
“I don’t want to rush you,” I said. “It’s not that important.”
“Liar. I’ll be there in two hours.”
He was gone after that, and I stared at my phone. Who was the guy that answered? Why was he running out here to see me? I only had two hours. Shit.
I finished my breakfast and went back to the dorms. Heechul was just waking up when I barreled in the door.
“Do I need to shower again?” I asked him. “No, I guess I don’t, but I was drunk and slept in my sheets and probably my own filth, so yeah, I need another shower. Heechul, I need to look nice, so help me out okay?”
I ran out of the room before he could say anything. I took a thorough shower and made sure I didn’t look too icky. There was a bruise on my cheek where that jerk hit me last night. Oh, well. Nothing I could do about it.
I went back to the room and started digging through my clothes.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in math class right now?” Heechul asked me.
“I think so.”
I started at the basics and pulled on green boxer briefs. “Are these okay? Or should I wear the red ones? Or what about blue?”
Heechul laughed. “Those are fine,” he said. “What is going on?”
“Junsu’s coming.”
“Junsu? Oh, the friend from high school.”
“I called him today, and said I had to talk to him, and he said that he would come out here and he’s on his way, and I’m freaking out because I want to look nice, and I don’t want to look nice, and I don’t know what I’m going to say to him, and I-“
Heechul pulled my face to his and kissed me softly until I could breathe normally. “You’re ranting,” he said with that grin. “If he’s coming out here to talk to you that means he likes you. Don’t worry about what to wear. You look scrumptious in everything.”
I pulled away and decided on jeans. I didn’t want to throw Junsu completely off with khakis. They were new jeans though. Stonewashed navy blue.
“Wear this,” Heechul said and pulled out a dark orange collared shirt. “You need different clothes, but you look good in this. You won’t get a ticket from the fashion police.”
I put on a tight, white tank top and then pulled on the shirt. I studied the effect, decided the orange didn’t work with the bruise and pulled the shirt off.
Four shirts later, Heechul laughed. “Calm down, Yunho,” he said. “Put the pumpkin polo back on. Wear a black belt and your black Nike’s. Don’t forget your watch and remember to breathe.”
I stared at his smiling face for a moment, and then did as he said. My phone rang, and caller ID said it was Junsu.
“Hello,” I managed to say.
“Hey. Where am I meeting you at?”
“Wherever.”
He tsked. “You know that’s bad hosting. I’m a visitor, and you want me to pick a place to meet?”
I thought about telling him to come here and decided that no way was I ready for that. I told him how to get the closest café to campus.
“Okay,” he said. “I should be there in about twenty minutes.”
That gave me just enough time to walk there. We said good bye, and I took another look at myself in the mirror.
Heechul said, “You should be there before him. I’ll drop you off on my way to class.”
“Thanks.”
I watched Heechul dress. He turned in a circle for me in just his boxers. “You’re drooling,” he said with a laugh.
“It’s nice that I can look now,” I said and tried to meet his eyes.
“You’ve always been able to,” he said.
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m glad that you look at me. And you look good.” Heechul grinned, pulled me to him and kissed me. “Good enough to make a mind wander into the bedroom and decide how slowly to take off those sexy clothes and reveal the gorgeous body underneath.”
I kissed him, and lost myself in his lips and tongue. When my hand dropped to his boxer-clad ass, Heechul pulled away. “I have to go to class,” he whispered, “and you have to go tell a guy that you’re bi.”
Bi. As in bisexual. I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be better than gay, but it was closer to the truth. Jessica had been hot last night.
“Come on,” Heechul said.
I let Heechul hold my hand as he drove.
“Give your friend a kiss for me,” he said with a laugh.
Sungmin
Eunhyuk/Donghae
(I needed a picture of them where they didn't look like lovers and this is the only one in my photobucket that I have)
Changmin
Tiffany
Jessica
Part 3: get the ball rolling
Part 1: roll with the punches
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Pairing: Main: Yunho/Junsu, Yoochun/Jaejoong (minor: Yunho/Heechul, Yunho/Sungmin, Yunho/Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Heechul/Junsu, Yunho/female characters)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, once again this is proven by the pairings.
Summary: Who knew that admitting I was bisexual would equate to having even more sex? Who knew it would bring someone back into my life and make me question everything I thought I knew about love?
Warning: slut!Yunho, HET, and (mentioned attempted rape and violence in later chapters)
A/N: This fic is more or less done. It was at one point, a normal story with non-Kpop characters that I started writing about 4 or 5 years ago, just for my own ... ahem ... pleasure. But that was before I knew about fanfiction, so I've changed the names and edited it to be a fanfiction full of gorgeous Kpop boys that like to fuck each other. I hope you like it!
THIS PART CONTAINS HET!SEX - Pairings in this part: Yunho/Tiffany, Yunho/Jessica, Yunho/Heechul
Part 2: switch hitter
THIS PART CONTAINS HET!SEX - Pairings in this part: Yunho/Tiffany, Yunho/Jessica, Yunho/Heechul
I ran to the Hunny Bunny. It was only about six blocks away. The parking lot wasn’t even half full and TOP, our bouncer, looked bored standing by the door. I waved at him, and he waved back. I walked around to the back door of the club and let myself in with a key. I could hear crappy music bouncing off the walls but not the noises of a crowd. I walked down the dimly lit hallway. There was a line of light under a door, and I knocked on it.
“If that’s you, Yunho, come in. If not, go away,” Tiffa’s voice said.
I opened the door and stopped in my tracks. The office was small. A metal desk. Two chairs. Three filing cabinets. No windows. There was a picture on the wall of a guy coming all over a pink pussy and on the other wall a poster of an aerial view of an orgy.
Those I was prepared for. I wasn’t prepared for Tiffa sitting naked on her desk. She had her shapely legs crossed, stockings up to her thighs. Her breasts sat perfectly perked and waiting to be licked. Her long, black hair hung behind her shoulders. She had an oval face with piercing eyes and soft features.
Full luscious kissable lips.
I shut my eyes. “Is this seriously what you called me in for?”
She laughed. “Are you refusing?”
“No,” I said and started undressing, “but I better be on the clock.”
“What took you so long to get here?” she asked.
“I was dealing with something,” I said shortly.
“Don’t want to talk about it?”
“No.”
Sex. Again. I’m sorry. Did that sound like I was complaining? I meant. SEX! AGAIN!
Tiffa always controlled these shows. I didn’t care. I let her push me onto a chair and drop to her knees. My mind really wasn’t on this at the moment, but I made the appropriate noises, and he didn’t make me look bad and like a good boy, rose up very nicely even though he wanted Heechul to be sucking on him.
Or Junsu.
I knew now that I was going to call him tomorrow. I didn’t want to think for what but I felt I owed him an explanation. That day in the locker room, Sungmin, one of my best friends, had called Junsu a faggot. Junsu had ignored him as always because it wasn’t the first time Sungmin had called him that but I was tired of it. I stood up and told Sungmin to shove it. I hated that word. It only made matters worse though. The HoSu nickname, the jokes.
The guys weren’t necessarily cruel just not observant. They didn’t see how much it hurt Junsu’s feelings. He always felt like he didn’t belong. I made sure that he came to our parties and the other guys got him just as drunk as anybody else. But he always felt secluded. After senior season of soccer and our first state title in ten years, Junsu told me to leave him alone.
Tiffa was suddenly kissing me. My dick slid in and out of her pussy. I didn’t even notice, and panicked before realizing that she had sheathed in a condom first. Thankfully. Who knew who else had done this to her?
Dude, what the hell was wrong with me? I had a beautiful woman straddling my lap and I was barely participating. I paid attention to her for a moment, kissing her lips and necks and massaging those perfect breasts. But Junsu continued to plague my thoughts.
Junsu and I had a major fight. He had blamed me for trying too hard, for treating him differently than anyone else and for pretending to like him so I didn’t look homophobic. I had laughed at him for being so stupid. I almost told him then. I almost told him that my relationship with my girlfriend wasn’t going well because of him. Almost. We had stared at each other, and then he left in a huff. We didn’t talk until graduation.
Tiffa really started moaning. She was faking it. I knew she was faking it, but I didn’t care if she got off tonight. If I cared at all, I would have sent her home to her husband. I came shortly after she did, all fake moans and whimpers of my name.
She pulled the condom off, ran a rough paper towel over my dick and then bit me.
I yelped. “That hurt.”
She shrugged. “You deserved it. You’re not paying any attention to me at all. Go to work. I really do need you. Seohyun didn’t show but Youngsaeng said he’d stay until you got here.”
She moved away and I stood up and got dressed. She watched me, not dressing herself, and frowned. “Why are you so distracted tonight?”
“I told you I’m dealing,” I muttered.
“With what?”
I ignored that.
“Tell me or you’re fired.”
I ignored that, too. She told me last week she’d fire me if I didn’t let her video tape us so she could show her husband. She always threatened to fire me.
I left her office and headed to the front. Youngsaeng was a jerk. I didn’t like him, but he fucked Tiffa more than I did, so he still had his job. Seohyun was going to get fired though. Youngsaeng made a few comments about why I was in Tiffa’s office for so long, and then I told him to fuck off and get the hell out of the practically empty bar. Seohyun was going to die tomorrow if she showed for work. I could have been with Heechul and instead I got to come here, fuck my boss and then stand and listen to half drunks problems.
There was only one exciting incident and that was at about midnight (somehow Tiffa talked me into staying until then) when a bum got a little too friendly with a young college girl, and TOP had to throw him out. The night was dull. I was glad I could do my job on automatic. I spent most of the night thinking about Junsu.
I left right at midnight with the intention of going home and finishing that stupid outline for my psych class in the morning, but a block away from the bar, a horn honked behind me and Sungmin, Eunhyuk, Donghae and Changmin pulled up in Sungmin’s Camaro. They were my four best friends from high school, and we were all on the soccer team. Sungmin and Donghae played midfield. Eunhyuk was our best striker and Changmin was the other goal keeper besides me.
“Hey, Yunho-ya!” Eunhyuk yelled from the back window.
Changmin was driving and the other three were drunk.
“Come with us to a party,” Sungmin said and opened the door.
“I have homework,” I said and kept walking.
“Boo hoo,” Donghae said. “Get in.”
I took a deep breath and got in.
Changmin drove a few blocks away. I ignored the ribs and shouts of the drunken guys next to me, trying to laugh like I was supposed to. Changmin pulled onto a lawn already full of cars, and we all spilled out. Sungmin, Eunhyuk and Donghae raced each other to the house. I walked with Changmin.
“I’m not going to drink anything tonight,” I said, “so you go ahead, and I’ll drive.”
Changmin shook his head. “I can’t, man. If I get another intox ticket, I’ll get my license taken away.”
I nodded. The frat house was packed with college students. I marveled at how the police hadn’t been called yet. Almost immediately, girls just barely eighteen and in college were falling on me, drunk, laughing, groping me. I let them and smiled and kissed a few. I could have gone back to any of their dorm rooms.
Eighteen year old college girls still turned me on. What did that mean?
I let one push me into a closet. We were kissing and hastily undressing each other. She was dyed-blonde with a tiny waist, perky breasts and legs up to her neck. She dropped to her knees and sucked on me for a while. I wrapped hands in her hair and fucked her face. She stood up and slipped a condom over me. She turned and bent over and I pushed into her pussy. I belatedly prayed that she was eighteen. She didn’t look it but she wasn’t a virgin, or even very tight. She started making noises and I put my hand over her mouth to mask them.
Who wanted to be interrupted in a closet? She squirmed around me and reached between me to rub my testicles. I came in a sudden rush and decided that I didn’t want anymore sex that day and I was set for tomorrow and the next day, too.
We dressed just as quickly as we undressed. She slipped out of the closet first, and then I followed a few seconds later. There were some sidelong glances in my direction. I spotted her across the living room. She grinned with her tongue in the corner of her mouth, then licked her lips. I blew a kiss to her and turned around to leave. I didn’t want to be there anymore.
Unfortunately, Sungmin found me and pulled me to the guys. I was talked into taking a couple of shots of tequila, and then the blonde girl was back, and we were making out on a couch.
Rough hands grabbed me away from her and threw me to the floor.
“Wha’the fuck, bitch?” a voice shouted. “Whothe fuck’s that?”
“I don’t know,” a girl answered. “Some guy.”
“Wha’the fuck are you ‘oing kissin’ him? You’re mine.”
Shit.
I struggled to sit up on the floor. Hands grabbed my shirt and hauled me to my feet.
“Wha’the fuck are you ’oing kissin’ my ‘irlfriend?”
“I didn’t know she was your girlfriend, man,” I said, holding my hands up to show him I didn’t want any trouble.
“I’m not his girlfriend,” the blonde said. “We broke up, like two hours ago.”
I scoffed. “Two hours, huh?”
“Wasso funny, dick?” the guy said.
“Nothing, man,” I said. “I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. I’m sorry. I’m actually trying to leave.”
“Notil I’m through withu,” he muttered.
I saw his fist, but I was drunk too and didn’t move fast enough to avoid it. I toppled back from the force of the punch and landed on the floor. Changmin was there to pull the guy away from me, and Sungmin and Eunhyuk joined him. Donghae leaned over me, to ask if I was all right and threw up on my pants.
“That’s it,” I said. “I’m done.”
I stood up, ignored everything around me and headed to the front door. I was covered in vomit and everyone made way for me. I stepped out of the house, got my bearings and headed in the direction of the dorms.
“Hey!” a voice called.
I didn’t turn around. There were running footsteps behind me. The blonde girl caught up with me and walked beside me.
“Sorry,” she said. “I thought he had left the party.”
I grunted and sped up.
“Here,” she said. “You dropped this when you fell.” She had my cell phone in her hand.
“Thanks,” I muttered as I took it.
“My name’s Jessica,” she said quietly. “Your friend said your name is Yunho.”
I sighed. “No offense but fucking a random, no-name, gorgeous blonde in a closet is more exciting than fucking a Jessica.”
She laughed. “Sorry to ruin it for you,” she said. “I’m eighteen.”
“Thank God for small favors,” I said. “You look like you’re fifteen.”
“I know. I get more sex because of that. How old are you?”
I looked over at her and raised my eyebrows. “You do know what a hook up is right? A fling? A one night stand? A booty call? A fucking great time in a closet with someone that you don’t have to see again?”
She laughed again. “Sure, but-“
”No buts,” I said. “Leave me alone.”
“What crawled up your ass and died?” she said with another laugh.
“Go away,” I said. “I’m drunk, exhausted and I have to be up at seven for class tomorrow.”
“Okay, okay,” she said. “I can take a hint. I programmed my number in your phone if you ever want to fuck me again. It’s under ClosetWhore.”
Jessica turned around and walked back to the party. I turned to watch her ass and then gave myself a shake and walked faster to the dorms. I took the stairs to the fourth floor. I paused at the door of my dorm room. It was almost 3am. I wondered if Heechul was awake. There was a light under the door, but he always left a light on for me.
I fumbled with my key in the lock. I couldn’t get it to work. The door opened, and Heechul smiled out at me. Then his nose wrinkled and he took a step back.
“Not so scrumptious right now,” he said, “You smell like shit.”
“Vomit actually,” I replied. “Donghae threw up on me. Hand me my shower stuff and sweats so I don’t stink up the room.”
“No problem,” he said, “and throw those pants away. I’ll buy you another pair.”
I grunted, took my stuff and took another shower. It sobered me up some and that was a good thing. I didn’t need to be all hung over in the morning. I threw away all the clothes I had been wearing, including my shoes. You can’t get that vomit smell out of anything.
I went back to the room in the sweats.
Heechul was sitting at his desk, laptop glowing in the dim light. He looked up and smiled at me. “I didn’t know you were allowed to drink on the job.”
I scoffed and told him about my night.
“Wow,” he said with a grin. “You have been a busy fucker tonight. Are you going to call the Closet Whore?”
“Maybe,” I said. “She was cute as faked-dyed-blondes go but she isn’t worth the drama.”
“No kidding.”
I fell on my bed and struggled with the blankets. I gave up and laid half-covered. Heechul stood and pulled the blanket free and rearranged it.
“Thanks.”
“Do you want me to wake you up at seven?” he whispered.
“Yeah,” I said. “I can’t miss anymore psych classes or I’ll fail.”
He kissed my forehead then went back to his computer, and the sound of the keyboard filled the small room. Sometimes it bothered me but not today.
“Heechul,” I muttered.
“Hm?”
“Have I thanked you yet?”
“For what?”
“For whatever.”
“No.”
“Thanks, then.”
He chuckled. “No problem.”
I fell asleep thinking about Junsu.
Heechul woke me up at seven, and then had to wake me up at seven thirty, and then seven forty-five. At seven-fifty, he finally grabbed me and pulled me out of bed. He roughly pulled a white t-shirt over my head. He nudged sandals on my feet, slung my backpack over my shoulder and pushed me out the door. I stopped in the cafeteria for a very large coffee and went to psychology. To my surprise, there was a finished outline in my folder. To my teacher’s surprise, I handed in a finished outline. I knew I would have to get Heechul something as a thank you for that.
I managed to stay awake for psychology and management. I had a break at ten, and I headed to a nearby café for some breakfast.
I pulled out my cell phone and flipped to Junsu’s number. I wondered for the first time if he still had this number. It’d been five months since I talked to him. Only one way to find out. I hit the call button.
On the third ring, a male voice said hello and I asked for Junsu.
“May I ask who is calling please?”
This guy was definitely gay. “This is Jung Yunho.”
“Hang on,” he said and then he shouted, “Hey, Su-ah! It’s some guy named Jung Yunho!”
There was a muttered shout.
“Hang on,” he said to me again. “He’s coming.”
Junsu said a breathless, “Hello.”
“Hey,” I said. “What’s up?”
“Nothing. I thought you forgot about me finally,” he said.
“Never,” I replied. “I need to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“This isn’t really one of those conversations you can have over the phone. Can you come out here?”
Junsu paused. Incheon was almost two hours away with traffic. “When?”
“Whenever,” I replied.
“I don’t have anything to do until seven tonight, so technically I could be there in two hours,” he said.
“I don’t want to rush you,” I said. “It’s not that important.”
“Liar. I’ll be there in two hours.”
He was gone after that, and I stared at my phone. Who was the guy that answered? Why was he running out here to see me? I only had two hours. Shit.
I finished my breakfast and went back to the dorms. Heechul was just waking up when I barreled in the door.
“Do I need to shower again?” I asked him. “No, I guess I don’t, but I was drunk and slept in my sheets and probably my own filth, so yeah, I need another shower. Heechul, I need to look nice, so help me out okay?”
I ran out of the room before he could say anything. I took a thorough shower and made sure I didn’t look too icky. There was a bruise on my cheek where that jerk hit me last night. Oh, well. Nothing I could do about it.
I went back to the room and started digging through my clothes.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in math class right now?” Heechul asked me.
“I think so.”
I started at the basics and pulled on green boxer briefs. “Are these okay? Or should I wear the red ones? Or what about blue?”
Heechul laughed. “Those are fine,” he said. “What is going on?”
“Junsu’s coming.”
“Junsu? Oh, the friend from high school.”
“I called him today, and said I had to talk to him, and he said that he would come out here and he’s on his way, and I’m freaking out because I want to look nice, and I don’t want to look nice, and I don’t know what I’m going to say to him, and I-“
Heechul pulled my face to his and kissed me softly until I could breathe normally. “You’re ranting,” he said with that grin. “If he’s coming out here to talk to you that means he likes you. Don’t worry about what to wear. You look scrumptious in everything.”
I pulled away and decided on jeans. I didn’t want to throw Junsu completely off with khakis. They were new jeans though. Stonewashed navy blue.
“Wear this,” Heechul said and pulled out a dark orange collared shirt. “You need different clothes, but you look good in this. You won’t get a ticket from the fashion police.”
I put on a tight, white tank top and then pulled on the shirt. I studied the effect, decided the orange didn’t work with the bruise and pulled the shirt off.
Four shirts later, Heechul laughed. “Calm down, Yunho,” he said. “Put the pumpkin polo back on. Wear a black belt and your black Nike’s. Don’t forget your watch and remember to breathe.”
I stared at his smiling face for a moment, and then did as he said. My phone rang, and caller ID said it was Junsu.
“Hello,” I managed to say.
“Hey. Where am I meeting you at?”
“Wherever.”
He tsked. “You know that’s bad hosting. I’m a visitor, and you want me to pick a place to meet?”
I thought about telling him to come here and decided that no way was I ready for that. I told him how to get the closest café to campus.
“Okay,” he said. “I should be there in about twenty minutes.”
That gave me just enough time to walk there. We said good bye, and I took another look at myself in the mirror.
Heechul said, “You should be there before him. I’ll drop you off on my way to class.”
“Thanks.”
I watched Heechul dress. He turned in a circle for me in just his boxers. “You’re drooling,” he said with a laugh.
“It’s nice that I can look now,” I said and tried to meet his eyes.
“You’ve always been able to,” he said.
“You know what I mean.”
“I’m glad that you look at me. And you look good.” Heechul grinned, pulled me to him and kissed me. “Good enough to make a mind wander into the bedroom and decide how slowly to take off those sexy clothes and reveal the gorgeous body underneath.”
I kissed him, and lost myself in his lips and tongue. When my hand dropped to his boxer-clad ass, Heechul pulled away. “I have to go to class,” he whispered, “and you have to go tell a guy that you’re bi.”
Bi. As in bisexual. I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be better than gay, but it was closer to the truth. Jessica had been hot last night.
“Come on,” Heechul said.
I let Heechul hold my hand as he drove.
“Give your friend a kiss for me,” he said with a laugh.
Sungmin
Eunhyuk/Donghae
(I needed a picture of them where they didn't look like lovers and this is the only one in my photobucket that I have)
Changmin
Tiffany
Jessica
Part 3: get the ball rolling
Part 1: roll with the punches
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