Keep My Love 1/5
Title: Keep My Love 1/5
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong/Changmin (main), Yoochun/Heechul, Jaejoong/Changmin, Yunho/Junsu, (minor pairings: Hangeng/Heechul, Yoochun/FC, Yoochun/MC)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine in my head, and I have a hard enough time controlling them there.
Summary: Yoochun is seventeen. He doesn't care if they think he's still too young, he knows what he wants. Now he just has to convince his hyungs.
Warning: under18!Yoochun
A/N: This is a sequel to the fic Keep Me Safe, a fic where Micky (aka: Yoochun) was a child sex slave and found and saved by JaeMin. You don't necessarily have to read that one first to read this one, but the emotions might not make sense.
Fan art by jrocklover1973 I love it! ♥
Phase 1:
Warning: under18!Yoochun
“I need your help,” Yoochun said and dropped his book onto the table before sitting next to Heechul.
“Not a good place for a blowjob, Chunnie.”
Yoochun smirked. “Any place is a good place for a blowjob.”
“Too true. What’s up?”
Yoochun opened his bottle of water and took a deep drink before handing it to Heechul. He snagged Heechul’s plate of rice and vegetables and started eating it, grinning at the offended look Heechul shot him. When Heechul was drinking was always an opportune time to steal something from him, because Heechul refused to make a face that may or may not be caught on a cell phone and spread around the school. And choking on a beverage was not cool, graceful or something the mighty princess ever did.
Yoochun had eaten five bites before Heechul snagged the plate back.
“Fuck you. Find someone else to help you.”
Yoochun laughed. “Just wait and you’ll be begging me to help you.”
“I am not going to convince Daesung to fuck you. He’s straight.”
“And so last year, stop bringing up that fail moment of my life. Actually. It has a lot to do with this.”
Heechul pondered him and then waved his hand. “I am intrigued. You may continue.”
“I need to seduce Changmin and Jaejoong.”
Heechul would have spit out his water had he been drinking it. He raised a single eyebrow. “Come again? You want to seduce your fathers?”
“Foster fathers.”
“Still.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re hot and I’m not a fucking child anymore, and they keep treating me like I’m going to break.”
Heechul was the only person in Yoochun’s school who knew about his past. They’d been friends since they were eleven years old. Heechul was Yoochun’s very first friend.
He stared at Yoochun for a moment and then said, “You’re going to fuck everything up.”
Yoochun sighed and stabbed the empty water bottle with a pen. “Everything is already fucked up. I can’t be with anyone else, or even like anyone else. I can’t see anyone else, and I don’t want to be with anyone else. They …”
“Are you in love with them because they saved you?”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Stop psychoanalyzing me you psycho-asshole.”
“Well?”
Yoochun sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe, but who cares?”
“It’s going to fuck everything up. It’ll fuck up your relationship with them. It’ll fuck up their legal, fragile hold on your custody case. It’ll fuck up their relationship.”
“Or?”
Heechul crossed his arms.
“Or it’ll be perfect,” Yoochun whispered with a sigh. And then he scowled, “Besides, it’s better than letting Mr. Choi fuck me over his desk.”
“Nothing is better than that, you lucky bitch.”
Yoochun smirked. “You’re prettier than I am, he’ll easily succumb to your womanly ways if you play it right. Fail a test or something.”
“Fuck you. You could tell your hyungs that you’re letting our math teacher bone you if you want their attention.”
“Yeah, right. That won’t get me the kind of attention I want. Just the two of them being even more overprotective of me and thinking I’m some victim they need to protect.”
“This won’t help that.”
Yoochun sighed again. “Maybe not. But I’m tired of fucking just to fuck. I’m tired of sucking off science geeks just to get them to do my homework. I want to be with someone and … I don’t know, enjoy sex for once.”
“And it has to be with them?”
“Anyone else is just a fuck, Heechul.”
“Ouch. Bitch.”
Yoochun smirked. “You want to be my boyfriend. Excuse me, my girlfriend.”
Heechul slapped his shoulder. “No. Fuck you.”
“Then you’re just a fuck when you let me fuck you.”
“I hate you.”
“I hate you, too.”
The bell rang, warning that lunch was about to end.
“Meet me after school and we’ll discuss tactics.”
Yoochun nodded. “Thank you. I can always count on your sluttiness.”
Heechul flipped his hair and then sauntered away, the uniform skirt swishing around the tops of the black socks that hit just above his knees. Heechul was teased for wearing a skirt, back in first year, and then the first boy that had said anything about it had scratches on his face and sharp stiletto heel in his shin. Everyone left him alone after that. Heechul was Heechul, and you did not mess with Heechul unless you wanted to suffer.
Seriously, Yoochun wondered how in the hell Mr. Choi hadn’t bent that over his desk yet.
A warm body sat next to him, and he smiled down at Suri.
“Hi, Chunnie.”
“Hey Suri. What’s up?”
“Just wondering if you felt like ditching the next block of classes.”
Yoochun stood up, arm around her shoulders and said, “That depends? Did you bring a condom?”
“Always.”
Yes, he wanted Changmin and Jaejoong. Yes, he was more than attracted to them. But really, he wasn’t going to deprive himself of sex, whether it was with a male or a female. He was seventeen after all, and really, a seventeen year old boy had needs that just had to be met, no matter the time, place or circumstance.
===
Yoochun stumbled into their apartment almost four hours after school had ended. He came face to face with a slightly irate Jaejoong.
“Where have you been?”
“With Heechul.”
Jaejoong grabbed the collar of his white shirt. “Does Heechul have a new shade of lipstick?”
Yoochun jerked his head back and the shirt slipped from Jaejoong’s fingers. He took a deep breath. His hyungs were aware of his relationship with Heechul. Probably not to the extent of them having sex, but they knew that he and Heechul fooled around a lot.
Time to let them in on another little secret. Or as Heechul called it: Phase One.
“No, Heechul is in a lip gloss kink right now. That was from Suri when we skipped the third block of classes.”
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms. “Skipping class?”
“Yeah, can’t exactly bend her over in the middle of the classroom, though that would be hot.”
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide and he was silent for a good ten seconds. “You shouldn’t skip class to have sex, Yoochun.”
Yoochun snorted. “When else am I going to do it? Here? After school? When you want me home to have dinner? Or -“
“I’d rather you bring a girl here than skip class. Changmin and I can take off for a few hours.”
Yoochun stared at him in surprise.
“What? You’re young and attractive. Now that I think about it, I’m sure that a lot of girls would want you. But that doesn’t mean you should be fucking practically everything that moves. Which isn’t healthy, by the way.”
“Before you settled with Changmin you were fucking a different guy every other night, so don’t lecture me about getting frisky with a couple of girls at school.”
“Please tell me you use a condom.”
Yoochun smirked. “It’s a rule that all the girls know.”
“What?”
Yoochun loved it when he made Jaejoong speechless. “The girls know, that if they want me, they have to bring a condom, a Trojan Bareskin condom and some sort of proof they’re on the pill.”
“Well ...”
Yoochun shook his head and said, “Can I go shower now, please?”
Jaejoong waved his hand in the general direction of Yoochun’s room.
Yoochun walked by him, smirking. He knew that Jaejoong would talk to Changmin about this. And he knew he was going to get a lecture about it later.
In his room, Yoochun pulled out his phone and texted Heechul: Phase One was successful
My Little Princess: This is going to be so easy.
===
The next day (a Saturday, unfortunately), Yoochun sat at the kitchen table, doing his homework. There was something to do with chemicals and then something to do with history and Japan. Yoochun didn’t really care, but Saturday was homework day, and if he wanted to do anything with his friends that night or on Sunday, then he had to get it done.
Changmin sat with him. “Do you need any help?”
“No, hyung,” Yoochun said, “I got this shit down. Busy work is busy work.”
Changmin ruffled his hair.
Yoochun looked up at him in disbelief. “Seriously?”
Changmin smiled. “Can’t blame me. I’m proud of you.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Whatever, hyung.”
“I am.”
“Can we not do this, right now? Sungmin is throwing a party and I want to go to it.”
“Alcohol?”
“Usually.”
“Yoochun.”
“Changmin.”
Changmin thumped his head with his knuckles.
“Ow,” Yoochun said and rubbed his head and glared at him.
“What has gotten into you the last couple weeks, huh?”
“Nothing,” Yoochun grumbled and went back to chemistry.
“You’ve been a righteous stuck up snob.”
“I’m a teenager, isn’t that what I’m supposed to act like?”
“No.”
“Maybe I’m just tired of you treating me like I’m still eleven years old. I’m not.”
“I know that.”
“Your significant other doesn’t.”
“We don’t treat you like you’re eleven,” Changmin said. “We don’t read you good night stories anymore.”
Yoochun smiled and felt his throat close up. He did sort of miss that. But now he wanted Changmin and Jaejoong cuddled up in bed with him for a different reason than filling his mind full of wondrous adventures and characters.
“Do you want us to cuddle up in bed with you at night and tell you stories?”
“Maybe not for that,” Yoochun muttered and then cursed himself. Giving them the idea of sex with him was not until Phase Four.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just … I’m not … I’m not a kid anymore. Okay?”
“Yeah. Okay.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Yoochun said, “Are we going to talk about my sex discussion with Jaejoong or just ignore that you know about it too?”
Changmin took a deep breath. “You’re using protection?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then.”
Yoochun looked up in surprise. “Just okay then?”
“Jaejoong isn’t really thrilled about the idea of you sleeping around. He’s worried about you, but what did you just say, you aren’t a kid anymore. As long as you’re being smart about it, then you’re right, you can fuck who you want. But Jaejoong did tell me how you have rules in regards to girls who you fuck. That’s messed up, and that isn’t healthy. We’re more worried about you approaching sex in a healthy way, and not as a fucked up way to control someone. We know you know all about that.”
Yoochun looked down at the table, hiding his scowl. “Yeah, I know all about that.”
Changmin sighed again and leaned forward to get Yoochun to look back up at him. “Don’t fuck around just because you can. Sex can be a great way to relieve stress. It can be a great way to form friendships and goof off. But never use it as a way to control or manipulate someone. Ever.”
It was Yoochun’s turn to sigh.
“What?”
“That’s easy for you to say. You can fuck the person you love all you want. When you just don’t give a fuck, then what do you?”
“You keep it in your pants.”
Yoochun glared at him, and Changmin stared back. Finally, Changmin stood up and left him alone with the parting shot, “Sex should always be something you enjoy, Yoochun. If you’re fucking people because you just don’t give a fuck, then you’re not enjoying it.”
“And if I can’t have sex with the person I knew I’d enjoy it with?”
Changmin smirked. “Keep it in your pants. You don’t want them to think you’re a slut. You want them to think that they’re special. That you only want them. Think about it. You’re a good looking kid, dongsaeng. I’m sure there are a lot of girls and boys that want you. But that doesn’t mean you have to have them.”
“Save myself for that special someone, huh? That’s rich.”
“Just be glad you have a special someone to save it for.”
“Do I?” Yoochun asked, meeting his eyes coolly.
Changmin tilted his head, and Yoochun internally cursed himself again. “If you’re going to crash at Sungmin’s house, please make sure you call us first.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened. They’d never given him permission to stay out all night before. He swallowed and nodded. “O-okay, hyung.”
==
“We’re going to have to rethink this,” Yoochun said, head leaning back on the couch in Sungmin’s basement.
Heechul hummed in agreement. “They’re being more reasonable than I thought.”
“Yeah.”
“We may have to jump to Phase Four.”
Yoochun sighed. “I don’t even want to. I just … they won’t do it. And then I’m going to ruin everything.” Yoochun brought the bottle of beer to his lips and drank from it.
Heechul took it from him and had a few swallows. “You have to, though. You’re miserable.”
Yoochun sighed and took the bottle of beer.
Heechul ran a manicured, brightly blue-painted nail up to his ear and tugged on it. “You know I’m right.”
“So, Phase Four. Let’s do that.”
“Who are you going to do Phase Four with?”
Yoochun looked at Heechul and raised a single eyebrow.
“No way, fuck you.”
Yoochun ran his hand up Heechul’s stocking clad leg and under his short, pleated skirt. He played with the strap on the garter. “Come on. Your lips look amazing on my dick.”
Heechul pouted. “I don’t want to.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know, it’s weird.”
“It’s not weird. They’ve caught us kissing before.”
“Catching us kissing and catching me giving you a blow job are two completely different things.”
“Look, I could easily convince a girl to come with me and do it-”
“Which would be following the original plan.”
“But I don’t want to embarrass a girl. You won’t be embarrassed.”
“Since when did you care about a girl’s feelings?”
Yoochun didn’t answer and took another swallow of beer.
“Okay, fine, fine. You know I’m a whore for voyeurism.”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Yoochun cupped his crotch. “Suck me off for practice.”
Heechul licked his lips.
“I’ll take you to Starbucks tomorrow, and you can get a brownie for breakfast.”
Heechul smiled widely and with a shout fell between Yoochun’s spread legs. A few of the other people around them cried foul, but Yoochun smirked and noted that even if they said they didn’t like it, none of them left and watched Heechul suck him off until he came all over that pretty face.
===
Yoochun sat at the Starbucks, sipping on a hot latte. Heechul was chattering away on his phone, but Yoochun didn’t care who he was talking to. His own phone vibrated with a text message, and he knew who it was going to be and thought about ignoring it, but that would worry his hyungs unnecessarily. He didn’t like to do that on purpose.
Maybe Changmin was right. The last few weeks he really had turned into some sort of bitchy monster of a teenager. It wasn’t really his fault though. Not entirely.
With a sigh, he picked up his phone.
Pretty Hyung: Changmin and I are done with our Sunday morning fuck, so it’s safe to come home now.
Yoochun burst out laughing.
Yoochun: Damn it. I missed it? Is today one of those Sundays where you can’t keep your hands off each other and you’ll end up doing it again thinking I can’t hear you?
Pretty Hyung: We’re never fucking at home again.
Yoochun bit his lip, wondering how to play this. It really was borderline flirting. He knew better than to ask Heechul. He’d gathered enough info from tidbits of conversation to realize that he was talking to Hangeng, the Chinese exchange student. And one did not just simply interrupt a conversation with Heechul when he was talking to Hangeng.
Yoochun: Aw, hyung, but then you’d take away my primary source of jerk off material.
He hovered over the send button for a moment, and then hit the button.
Pretty Hyung: HaHa. I’m not amused. Where are you?
Yoochun set up his phone to take a picture and then leaned into Heechul’s space and kissed his cheek. Heechul had been taking a sip of his drink, and the picture clearly showed where they were.
Yoochun: At Starbucks with my princess of a girlfriend. He’s sore and it’s my fault so I owe him.
Pretty Hyung: Ooh, tell him I like his nails. Blue really suits his skin. And what did Changmin tell you about fucking around?
Yoochun sighed and then replied: It’s just Heechul. Changmin would have been proud of me. I refused a threesome with Yoona and Seonhee. With Seonhee, hyung!!!!! Do you have any idea how well that girl can suck cock?
Pretty Hyung: First of all, ew, girl. And second of all, ew, seventeen year old girl.
“What’s wrong with you?” Heechul asked suddenly.
Yoochun shrugged. “I’m having probably the most awkward conversation with Jaejoong-hyung. And … it’s … well, here.”
Yoochun gave him his phone and Heechul snorted just once, probably when he read that Yoochun had called him his girlfriend. He looked at his nails and said, “This blue is pretty with my skin, isn’t it?”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and snatched his phone back.
“Yoona and Seonhee offered you a threesome and you went to bed with me?” Heechul said, a little too loudly and a few of the patrons at Starbucks glared at them.
“So what? I can’t get you pregnant now can I?”
Pretty Hyung: Are you coming home soon?
Yoochun: Aw, do you miss me?”
Pretty Hyung: Yes. It’s the first time you’ve been gone all night and I’ve been worried and I’ll stop being worried when you’re here and in my arms.
Yoochun’s heart lurched and his vision went misty. It was definitely a text he wanted from his hyung, but preferably with a different context.
Yoochun: On my way.
As an afterthought, Yoochun added a heart to the end of that and then smiled widely when Jaejoong sent a heart back.
“You want to come home with me?” he asked Heechul. “Jaejoong is being overprotective and needy, so that means he’s probably cooking.”
Heechul laughed. “Sure. And I can hang all over you and act like a simpering idiot like all those girls do and see if I can’t rile him up a bit.”
Yoochun smiled. “Thanks, Heenim.”
Heechul kissed his cheek and then jumped up from their table. Yoochun followed him out of the café, and then held out his hand. Heechul took it and smiled at him and then said, “This whole seducing your hyungs thing is dangerous.”
“I know. I sort of don’t want to do it anymore.”
“Sort of.”
Yoochun sighed. “What if I destroy everything?”
Heechul nodded sagely. “Let’s get a cab.”
“Hyung,” Yoochun whined (even though Heechul was only three months older than him).
“Sore body, remember?” Heechul swooned dramatically.
Yoochun sighed, but flagged down a cab. If anything, it just meant he’d be home sooner.
===
Jaejoong made them lunch, and Heechul borrowed their shower. Luckily, he’d left enough clothes in Yoochun’s closet over the years that he was able to scrounge up a suitable outfit of tight red jeans and a plaid little camisole. He borrowed one of Yoochun’s school shirts and tied the ends at his waist.
After his own shower, Yoochun brooded on the couch, he’d been brooding since they got home and despite Jaejoong’s text, he hadn’t hugged Yoochun or clung to him, and Yoochun figured it was because his hyungs were worried about treating him like a little kid.
“You okay?” Heechul whispered in his ear, and then hummed in delight at Yoochun’s shiver and licked Yoochun’s earlobe.
Yoochun sighed and tilted his head to the side. Heechul tugged at the lobe with his teeth and then licked up around his ear. He shifted around in Yoochun’s lap, and Yoochun shut his eyes, soaking in the feel of Heechul’s talented tongue on his skin. Heechul’s hands pushed under his tank top, and Yoochun moaned softly when fingertips brushed over his nipples. He sagged deeper into the couch and yanked Heechul on top of him by his belt loops.
Heechul smirked at him and then kissed him and Yoochun really lost himself. He had no idea how Heechul became so talented with his tongue. Didn’t really want to find out the details, but god, he sure appreciated it. Each teasing kiss pumped pleasure to his dick and Heechul didn’t hesitate to rub his thigh on Yoochun’s erection.
Heechul moaned, nothing quiet, and Yoochun felt his cheeks flush.
Heechul broke away from his lips and kissed down his neck, and to his collarbone. Yoochun sighed, head resting on the arm of the couch. He cupped Heechul’s bony ass and lifted one leg to the back of the couch and Heechul moaned in appreciation, rutting against him lightly.
“Bedroom, please,” a voice not Heechul’s said, and Yoochun opened his eyes, vision blurry with lust.
Changmin’s face was upside down and smirking at him.
Heechul made a noise of protest. “Seriously,” he said, and ran his tongue up Yoochun’s neck. “Five more minutes and I would have had him coming in his pants.”
“We sit on that couch, thank you,” Changmin said. “Now either go to your room, or behave.”
“We’ll behave,” Yoochun said.
Heechul sat up and glared at him. “What?”
Yoochun gripped Heechul’s hips and shifted so he could sit up. Heechul moaned and rocked his hips against Yoochun’s lap.
“We’ll behave,” Yoochun said again and pushed Heechul away.
“Oh fuck you we will.” Heechul stood up and grabbed Yoochun’s arm and yanked on it.
Yoochun almost stumbled and caught his footing. He pulled back, and Heechul glared at him for a moment, and then pressed their bodies together, for a deep kiss onto his lips. He grabbed Yoochun’s erection through his sweats, pulling a whimper from him, and then said, “If I can sit in my chair at school tomorrow without squirming, then I’m going to tell everyone that you have an STD.”
“Heechul,” Changmin warned.
Yoochun saw the dancing laughter in Heechul’s eyes and then sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine, fine.”
Heechul nodded once in victory and then started dragging him down the hall.
Yoochun looked back at Changmin and smirked. “And you think Jaejoong is demanding in bed.”
Changmin laughed and shooed him away.
===
Yoochun woke up to a slick pleasurable tightness around his dick. He moaned, hand falling to Heechul’s hair, and he lifted his hips with a whine of his name.
Heechul chuckled around Yoochun’s morning erection, and then tugged on his balls.
Yoochun moaned, spread his legs and slowly lifted them up and down, forcing his dick inside Heechul’s mouth and throat.
“God, hyung,” Yoochun whimpered.
“Good morning,” Heechul said, lips pressing against the soft head.
Yoochun made a sound that was something between a moan and a protest. Heechul took his cock deep, over and over, and Yoochun bit his lip against a really loud moan. Even after spending most of the night in bed with Heechul, he still wasn’t satisfied, still so ready to come.
“Keep this up and I might fall in love with you,” Yoochun teased.
Heechul rolled his eyes up and gave him a very dramatic look.
Yoochun chuckled and Heechul /squeezed/ his erection tightly and Yoochun moaned.
There was a light rapping on the door, and Yoochun internally panicked, because god, Jaejoong was there to wake him up, like he did every morning, but Heechul’s mouth was on his dick, in plain view of everything.
Part of the plan, remember, Heechul said in his head.
Yeah, Yoochun remembered, but actually being caught getting a blowjob from Heechul was different than just planning it.
“Yoochun-ah … oh, never mind.”
Yoochun opened blurry eyes to see Jaejoong at his door. “Hyung, sheesh.”
“Your door has a lock on it,” Jaejoong reminded him.
Heechul sucked really hard at that point and Yoochun’s response was lost in a loud moan. He heard the door shut and then grabbed Heechul’s hair and lifted his hips, fucking his throat roughly until he came.
Heechul gagged on his release, yanked himself away and spit it out all over Yoochun’s bed.
“Bitch,” Heechul said.
“Sorry, just …” Yoochun’s chest was heaving, cock pulsing out weak clumps of come.
Heechul ran his hand up and down his sweaty skin. “So?”
Yoochun covered his face with his arm. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“Lay low now, for a day or two. They’ve now seen you as this sexual thing, and well, now Jaejoong at least has seen your cock hard and desperate and sliding in and out of someone’s mouth.”
Yoochun smiled and hooked his hand around Heechul’s neck. “Someone’s very pretty, very talented mouth.”
Heechul grinned, and then his eyes went wide. “Oh fuck, I have to get home.”
“Why?”
“I don’t have any school clothes here.”
“Changmin will drive you on his way to work,” Yoochun said.
Heechul smiled and kissed him. He got out of bed, tugged on the same bright red jeans, and then a loose t-shirt. Yoochun followed more slowly, slipping on sweatpants, and nothing else. There were drops of come on his stomach, just above his belly button, and he almost wiped them away, but left them.
He left his room and heard Heechul thank his hyungs for letting him stay over. Yoochun went right to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup.
“Yoochun-ah,” Heechul called from the living room. “You owe me an orgasm.”
Yoochun snorted and said, “Meet me on the roof at lunch.”
Jaejoong tittered in disapproval.
Yoochun waited until Heechul’s laughter was cut off by the door and then looked up at him. “What?”
“This is weird.”
“What is?”
“In the space of a week, you went from this perfect student to a rebellious promiscuous teenager.”
“My grades are still perfect.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about.”
Yoochun didn’t reply and took another drink of coffee.
“There’s come on your stomach.”
Yoochun looked down at himself, pretending to be startled. “Huh.” Daring, compulsive and utterly stupid, Yoochun scraped up the random drops with his fingers and then licked them clean.
He heard Jaejoong inhale sharply, but then that was it.
When their eyes met again, Jaejoong did not look happy.
Yoochun took another sip of coffee and went to the table to sit down. He was exhausted. Heechul was never easily satisfied when it came to sex.
“Changmin and I like Heechul. We don’t understand why you two aren’t dating.”
“Heechul knows me too well,” Yoochun said, letting the implications of that sink into Jaejoong.
“He won’t date you because of your past?”
Yoochun scoffed. “No. It’s like … I don’t know. He’s my friend. I don’t like him like that, and he’s way too high maintenance for me. He’s utterly in love with Hangeng, and he’s trying to find a way to seduce our math teacher. Maybe you should be giving him lectures on being promiscuous instead of me, when all I want is-“
Yoochun shut his mouth and looked away.
“What do you want, Yoochun-ah?”
“Nothing,” he muttered. He took another heavy swallow of coffee and set his cup on the counter. He tried to move past Jaejoong, but Jaejoong gripped his upper arm and held him still, even when he jerked to get out of his hold.
Yoochun glared at him.
“What do you want?”
“Something I can’t have. Will you please let me go?”
“Yoochun-ah.”
Yoochun shook his head and turned his face away, and Jaejoong let him go. Yoochun escaped to the bathroom and didn’t let his tears fall until they were obscured by the shower.
Phase 2: Discovered
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong/Changmin (main), Yoochun/Heechul, Jaejoong/Changmin, Yunho/Junsu, (minor pairings: Hangeng/Heechul, Yoochun/FC, Yoochun/MC)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine in my head, and I have a hard enough time controlling them there.
Summary: Yoochun is seventeen. He doesn't care if they think he's still too young, he knows what he wants. Now he just has to convince his hyungs.
Warning: under18!Yoochun
A/N: This is a sequel to the fic Keep Me Safe, a fic where Micky (aka: Yoochun) was a child sex slave and found and saved by JaeMin. You don't necessarily have to read that one first to read this one, but the emotions might not make sense.
Fan art by jrocklover1973 I love it! ♥
Phase 1:
Warning: under18!Yoochun
“I need your help,” Yoochun said and dropped his book onto the table before sitting next to Heechul.
“Not a good place for a blowjob, Chunnie.”
Yoochun smirked. “Any place is a good place for a blowjob.”
“Too true. What’s up?”
Yoochun opened his bottle of water and took a deep drink before handing it to Heechul. He snagged Heechul’s plate of rice and vegetables and started eating it, grinning at the offended look Heechul shot him. When Heechul was drinking was always an opportune time to steal something from him, because Heechul refused to make a face that may or may not be caught on a cell phone and spread around the school. And choking on a beverage was not cool, graceful or something the mighty princess ever did.
Yoochun had eaten five bites before Heechul snagged the plate back.
“Fuck you. Find someone else to help you.”
Yoochun laughed. “Just wait and you’ll be begging me to help you.”
“I am not going to convince Daesung to fuck you. He’s straight.”
“And so last year, stop bringing up that fail moment of my life. Actually. It has a lot to do with this.”
Heechul pondered him and then waved his hand. “I am intrigued. You may continue.”
“I need to seduce Changmin and Jaejoong.”
Heechul would have spit out his water had he been drinking it. He raised a single eyebrow. “Come again? You want to seduce your fathers?”
“Foster fathers.”
“Still.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re hot and I’m not a fucking child anymore, and they keep treating me like I’m going to break.”
Heechul was the only person in Yoochun’s school who knew about his past. They’d been friends since they were eleven years old. Heechul was Yoochun’s very first friend.
He stared at Yoochun for a moment and then said, “You’re going to fuck everything up.”
Yoochun sighed and stabbed the empty water bottle with a pen. “Everything is already fucked up. I can’t be with anyone else, or even like anyone else. I can’t see anyone else, and I don’t want to be with anyone else. They …”
“Are you in love with them because they saved you?”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Stop psychoanalyzing me you psycho-asshole.”
“Well?”
Yoochun sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe, but who cares?”
“It’s going to fuck everything up. It’ll fuck up your relationship with them. It’ll fuck up their legal, fragile hold on your custody case. It’ll fuck up their relationship.”
“Or?”
Heechul crossed his arms.
“Or it’ll be perfect,” Yoochun whispered with a sigh. And then he scowled, “Besides, it’s better than letting Mr. Choi fuck me over his desk.”
“Nothing is better than that, you lucky bitch.”
Yoochun smirked. “You’re prettier than I am, he’ll easily succumb to your womanly ways if you play it right. Fail a test or something.”
“Fuck you. You could tell your hyungs that you’re letting our math teacher bone you if you want their attention.”
“Yeah, right. That won’t get me the kind of attention I want. Just the two of them being even more overprotective of me and thinking I’m some victim they need to protect.”
“This won’t help that.”
Yoochun sighed again. “Maybe not. But I’m tired of fucking just to fuck. I’m tired of sucking off science geeks just to get them to do my homework. I want to be with someone and … I don’t know, enjoy sex for once.”
“And it has to be with them?”
“Anyone else is just a fuck, Heechul.”
“Ouch. Bitch.”
Yoochun smirked. “You want to be my boyfriend. Excuse me, my girlfriend.”
Heechul slapped his shoulder. “No. Fuck you.”
“Then you’re just a fuck when you let me fuck you.”
“I hate you.”
“I hate you, too.”
The bell rang, warning that lunch was about to end.
“Meet me after school and we’ll discuss tactics.”
Yoochun nodded. “Thank you. I can always count on your sluttiness.”
Heechul flipped his hair and then sauntered away, the uniform skirt swishing around the tops of the black socks that hit just above his knees. Heechul was teased for wearing a skirt, back in first year, and then the first boy that had said anything about it had scratches on his face and sharp stiletto heel in his shin. Everyone left him alone after that. Heechul was Heechul, and you did not mess with Heechul unless you wanted to suffer.
Seriously, Yoochun wondered how in the hell Mr. Choi hadn’t bent that over his desk yet.
A warm body sat next to him, and he smiled down at Suri.
“Hi, Chunnie.”
“Hey Suri. What’s up?”
“Just wondering if you felt like ditching the next block of classes.”
Yoochun stood up, arm around her shoulders and said, “That depends? Did you bring a condom?”
“Always.”
Yes, he wanted Changmin and Jaejoong. Yes, he was more than attracted to them. But really, he wasn’t going to deprive himself of sex, whether it was with a male or a female. He was seventeen after all, and really, a seventeen year old boy had needs that just had to be met, no matter the time, place or circumstance.
===
Yoochun stumbled into their apartment almost four hours after school had ended. He came face to face with a slightly irate Jaejoong.
“Where have you been?”
“With Heechul.”
Jaejoong grabbed the collar of his white shirt. “Does Heechul have a new shade of lipstick?”
Yoochun jerked his head back and the shirt slipped from Jaejoong’s fingers. He took a deep breath. His hyungs were aware of his relationship with Heechul. Probably not to the extent of them having sex, but they knew that he and Heechul fooled around a lot.
Time to let them in on another little secret. Or as Heechul called it: Phase One.
“No, Heechul is in a lip gloss kink right now. That was from Suri when we skipped the third block of classes.”
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms. “Skipping class?”
“Yeah, can’t exactly bend her over in the middle of the classroom, though that would be hot.”
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide and he was silent for a good ten seconds. “You shouldn’t skip class to have sex, Yoochun.”
Yoochun snorted. “When else am I going to do it? Here? After school? When you want me home to have dinner? Or -“
“I’d rather you bring a girl here than skip class. Changmin and I can take off for a few hours.”
Yoochun stared at him in surprise.
“What? You’re young and attractive. Now that I think about it, I’m sure that a lot of girls would want you. But that doesn’t mean you should be fucking practically everything that moves. Which isn’t healthy, by the way.”
“Before you settled with Changmin you were fucking a different guy every other night, so don’t lecture me about getting frisky with a couple of girls at school.”
“Please tell me you use a condom.”
Yoochun smirked. “It’s a rule that all the girls know.”
“What?”
Yoochun loved it when he made Jaejoong speechless. “The girls know, that if they want me, they have to bring a condom, a Trojan Bareskin condom and some sort of proof they’re on the pill.”
“Well ...”
Yoochun shook his head and said, “Can I go shower now, please?”
Jaejoong waved his hand in the general direction of Yoochun’s room.
Yoochun walked by him, smirking. He knew that Jaejoong would talk to Changmin about this. And he knew he was going to get a lecture about it later.
In his room, Yoochun pulled out his phone and texted Heechul: Phase One was successful
My Little Princess: This is going to be so easy.
===
The next day (a Saturday, unfortunately), Yoochun sat at the kitchen table, doing his homework. There was something to do with chemicals and then something to do with history and Japan. Yoochun didn’t really care, but Saturday was homework day, and if he wanted to do anything with his friends that night or on Sunday, then he had to get it done.
Changmin sat with him. “Do you need any help?”
“No, hyung,” Yoochun said, “I got this shit down. Busy work is busy work.”
Changmin ruffled his hair.
Yoochun looked up at him in disbelief. “Seriously?”
Changmin smiled. “Can’t blame me. I’m proud of you.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “Whatever, hyung.”
“I am.”
“Can we not do this, right now? Sungmin is throwing a party and I want to go to it.”
“Alcohol?”
“Usually.”
“Yoochun.”
“Changmin.”
Changmin thumped his head with his knuckles.
“Ow,” Yoochun said and rubbed his head and glared at him.
“What has gotten into you the last couple weeks, huh?”
“Nothing,” Yoochun grumbled and went back to chemistry.
“You’ve been a righteous stuck up snob.”
“I’m a teenager, isn’t that what I’m supposed to act like?”
“No.”
“Maybe I’m just tired of you treating me like I’m still eleven years old. I’m not.”
“I know that.”
“Your significant other doesn’t.”
“We don’t treat you like you’re eleven,” Changmin said. “We don’t read you good night stories anymore.”
Yoochun smiled and felt his throat close up. He did sort of miss that. But now he wanted Changmin and Jaejoong cuddled up in bed with him for a different reason than filling his mind full of wondrous adventures and characters.
“Do you want us to cuddle up in bed with you at night and tell you stories?”
“Maybe not for that,” Yoochun muttered and then cursed himself. Giving them the idea of sex with him was not until Phase Four.
“What?”
“Nothing. Just … I’m not … I’m not a kid anymore. Okay?”
“Yeah. Okay.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Yoochun said, “Are we going to talk about my sex discussion with Jaejoong or just ignore that you know about it too?”
Changmin took a deep breath. “You’re using protection?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then.”
Yoochun looked up in surprise. “Just okay then?”
“Jaejoong isn’t really thrilled about the idea of you sleeping around. He’s worried about you, but what did you just say, you aren’t a kid anymore. As long as you’re being smart about it, then you’re right, you can fuck who you want. But Jaejoong did tell me how you have rules in regards to girls who you fuck. That’s messed up, and that isn’t healthy. We’re more worried about you approaching sex in a healthy way, and not as a fucked up way to control someone. We know you know all about that.”
Yoochun looked down at the table, hiding his scowl. “Yeah, I know all about that.”
Changmin sighed again and leaned forward to get Yoochun to look back up at him. “Don’t fuck around just because you can. Sex can be a great way to relieve stress. It can be a great way to form friendships and goof off. But never use it as a way to control or manipulate someone. Ever.”
It was Yoochun’s turn to sigh.
“What?”
“That’s easy for you to say. You can fuck the person you love all you want. When you just don’t give a fuck, then what do you?”
“You keep it in your pants.”
Yoochun glared at him, and Changmin stared back. Finally, Changmin stood up and left him alone with the parting shot, “Sex should always be something you enjoy, Yoochun. If you’re fucking people because you just don’t give a fuck, then you’re not enjoying it.”
“And if I can’t have sex with the person I knew I’d enjoy it with?”
Changmin smirked. “Keep it in your pants. You don’t want them to think you’re a slut. You want them to think that they’re special. That you only want them. Think about it. You’re a good looking kid, dongsaeng. I’m sure there are a lot of girls and boys that want you. But that doesn’t mean you have to have them.”
“Save myself for that special someone, huh? That’s rich.”
“Just be glad you have a special someone to save it for.”
“Do I?” Yoochun asked, meeting his eyes coolly.
Changmin tilted his head, and Yoochun internally cursed himself again. “If you’re going to crash at Sungmin’s house, please make sure you call us first.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened. They’d never given him permission to stay out all night before. He swallowed and nodded. “O-okay, hyung.”
==
“We’re going to have to rethink this,” Yoochun said, head leaning back on the couch in Sungmin’s basement.
Heechul hummed in agreement. “They’re being more reasonable than I thought.”
“Yeah.”
“We may have to jump to Phase Four.”
Yoochun sighed. “I don’t even want to. I just … they won’t do it. And then I’m going to ruin everything.” Yoochun brought the bottle of beer to his lips and drank from it.
Heechul took it from him and had a few swallows. “You have to, though. You’re miserable.”
Yoochun sighed and took the bottle of beer.
Heechul ran a manicured, brightly blue-painted nail up to his ear and tugged on it. “You know I’m right.”
“So, Phase Four. Let’s do that.”
“Who are you going to do Phase Four with?”
Yoochun looked at Heechul and raised a single eyebrow.
“No way, fuck you.”
Yoochun ran his hand up Heechul’s stocking clad leg and under his short, pleated skirt. He played with the strap on the garter. “Come on. Your lips look amazing on my dick.”
Heechul pouted. “I don’t want to.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know, it’s weird.”
“It’s not weird. They’ve caught us kissing before.”
“Catching us kissing and catching me giving you a blow job are two completely different things.”
“Look, I could easily convince a girl to come with me and do it-”
“Which would be following the original plan.”
“But I don’t want to embarrass a girl. You won’t be embarrassed.”
“Since when did you care about a girl’s feelings?”
Yoochun didn’t answer and took another swallow of beer.
“Okay, fine, fine. You know I’m a whore for voyeurism.”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Yoochun cupped his crotch. “Suck me off for practice.”
Heechul licked his lips.
“I’ll take you to Starbucks tomorrow, and you can get a brownie for breakfast.”
Heechul smiled widely and with a shout fell between Yoochun’s spread legs. A few of the other people around them cried foul, but Yoochun smirked and noted that even if they said they didn’t like it, none of them left and watched Heechul suck him off until he came all over that pretty face.
===
Yoochun sat at the Starbucks, sipping on a hot latte. Heechul was chattering away on his phone, but Yoochun didn’t care who he was talking to. His own phone vibrated with a text message, and he knew who it was going to be and thought about ignoring it, but that would worry his hyungs unnecessarily. He didn’t like to do that on purpose.
Maybe Changmin was right. The last few weeks he really had turned into some sort of bitchy monster of a teenager. It wasn’t really his fault though. Not entirely.
With a sigh, he picked up his phone.
Pretty Hyung: Changmin and I are done with our Sunday morning fuck, so it’s safe to come home now.
Yoochun burst out laughing.
Yoochun: Damn it. I missed it? Is today one of those Sundays where you can’t keep your hands off each other and you’ll end up doing it again thinking I can’t hear you?
Pretty Hyung: We’re never fucking at home again.
Yoochun bit his lip, wondering how to play this. It really was borderline flirting. He knew better than to ask Heechul. He’d gathered enough info from tidbits of conversation to realize that he was talking to Hangeng, the Chinese exchange student. And one did not just simply interrupt a conversation with Heechul when he was talking to Hangeng.
Yoochun: Aw, hyung, but then you’d take away my primary source of jerk off material.
He hovered over the send button for a moment, and then hit the button.
Pretty Hyung: HaHa. I’m not amused. Where are you?
Yoochun set up his phone to take a picture and then leaned into Heechul’s space and kissed his cheek. Heechul had been taking a sip of his drink, and the picture clearly showed where they were.
Yoochun: At Starbucks with my princess of a girlfriend. He’s sore and it’s my fault so I owe him.
Pretty Hyung: Ooh, tell him I like his nails. Blue really suits his skin. And what did Changmin tell you about fucking around?
Yoochun sighed and then replied: It’s just Heechul. Changmin would have been proud of me. I refused a threesome with Yoona and Seonhee. With Seonhee, hyung!!!!! Do you have any idea how well that girl can suck cock?
Pretty Hyung: First of all, ew, girl. And second of all, ew, seventeen year old girl.
“What’s wrong with you?” Heechul asked suddenly.
Yoochun shrugged. “I’m having probably the most awkward conversation with Jaejoong-hyung. And … it’s … well, here.”
Yoochun gave him his phone and Heechul snorted just once, probably when he read that Yoochun had called him his girlfriend. He looked at his nails and said, “This blue is pretty with my skin, isn’t it?”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and snatched his phone back.
“Yoona and Seonhee offered you a threesome and you went to bed with me?” Heechul said, a little too loudly and a few of the patrons at Starbucks glared at them.
“So what? I can’t get you pregnant now can I?”
Pretty Hyung: Are you coming home soon?
Yoochun: Aw, do you miss me?”
Pretty Hyung: Yes. It’s the first time you’ve been gone all night and I’ve been worried and I’ll stop being worried when you’re here and in my arms.
Yoochun’s heart lurched and his vision went misty. It was definitely a text he wanted from his hyung, but preferably with a different context.
Yoochun: On my way.
As an afterthought, Yoochun added a heart to the end of that and then smiled widely when Jaejoong sent a heart back.
“You want to come home with me?” he asked Heechul. “Jaejoong is being overprotective and needy, so that means he’s probably cooking.”
Heechul laughed. “Sure. And I can hang all over you and act like a simpering idiot like all those girls do and see if I can’t rile him up a bit.”
Yoochun smiled. “Thanks, Heenim.”
Heechul kissed his cheek and then jumped up from their table. Yoochun followed him out of the café, and then held out his hand. Heechul took it and smiled at him and then said, “This whole seducing your hyungs thing is dangerous.”
“I know. I sort of don’t want to do it anymore.”
“Sort of.”
Yoochun sighed. “What if I destroy everything?”
Heechul nodded sagely. “Let’s get a cab.”
“Hyung,” Yoochun whined (even though Heechul was only three months older than him).
“Sore body, remember?” Heechul swooned dramatically.
Yoochun sighed, but flagged down a cab. If anything, it just meant he’d be home sooner.
===
Jaejoong made them lunch, and Heechul borrowed their shower. Luckily, he’d left enough clothes in Yoochun’s closet over the years that he was able to scrounge up a suitable outfit of tight red jeans and a plaid little camisole. He borrowed one of Yoochun’s school shirts and tied the ends at his waist.
After his own shower, Yoochun brooded on the couch, he’d been brooding since they got home and despite Jaejoong’s text, he hadn’t hugged Yoochun or clung to him, and Yoochun figured it was because his hyungs were worried about treating him like a little kid.
“You okay?” Heechul whispered in his ear, and then hummed in delight at Yoochun’s shiver and licked Yoochun’s earlobe.
Yoochun sighed and tilted his head to the side. Heechul tugged at the lobe with his teeth and then licked up around his ear. He shifted around in Yoochun’s lap, and Yoochun shut his eyes, soaking in the feel of Heechul’s talented tongue on his skin. Heechul’s hands pushed under his tank top, and Yoochun moaned softly when fingertips brushed over his nipples. He sagged deeper into the couch and yanked Heechul on top of him by his belt loops.
Heechul smirked at him and then kissed him and Yoochun really lost himself. He had no idea how Heechul became so talented with his tongue. Didn’t really want to find out the details, but god, he sure appreciated it. Each teasing kiss pumped pleasure to his dick and Heechul didn’t hesitate to rub his thigh on Yoochun’s erection.
Heechul moaned, nothing quiet, and Yoochun felt his cheeks flush.
Heechul broke away from his lips and kissed down his neck, and to his collarbone. Yoochun sighed, head resting on the arm of the couch. He cupped Heechul’s bony ass and lifted one leg to the back of the couch and Heechul moaned in appreciation, rutting against him lightly.
“Bedroom, please,” a voice not Heechul’s said, and Yoochun opened his eyes, vision blurry with lust.
Changmin’s face was upside down and smirking at him.
Heechul made a noise of protest. “Seriously,” he said, and ran his tongue up Yoochun’s neck. “Five more minutes and I would have had him coming in his pants.”
“We sit on that couch, thank you,” Changmin said. “Now either go to your room, or behave.”
“We’ll behave,” Yoochun said.
Heechul sat up and glared at him. “What?”
Yoochun gripped Heechul’s hips and shifted so he could sit up. Heechul moaned and rocked his hips against Yoochun’s lap.
“We’ll behave,” Yoochun said again and pushed Heechul away.
“Oh fuck you we will.” Heechul stood up and grabbed Yoochun’s arm and yanked on it.
Yoochun almost stumbled and caught his footing. He pulled back, and Heechul glared at him for a moment, and then pressed their bodies together, for a deep kiss onto his lips. He grabbed Yoochun’s erection through his sweats, pulling a whimper from him, and then said, “If I can sit in my chair at school tomorrow without squirming, then I’m going to tell everyone that you have an STD.”
“Heechul,” Changmin warned.
Yoochun saw the dancing laughter in Heechul’s eyes and then sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine, fine.”
Heechul nodded once in victory and then started dragging him down the hall.
Yoochun looked back at Changmin and smirked. “And you think Jaejoong is demanding in bed.”
Changmin laughed and shooed him away.
===
Yoochun woke up to a slick pleasurable tightness around his dick. He moaned, hand falling to Heechul’s hair, and he lifted his hips with a whine of his name.
Heechul chuckled around Yoochun’s morning erection, and then tugged on his balls.
Yoochun moaned, spread his legs and slowly lifted them up and down, forcing his dick inside Heechul’s mouth and throat.
“God, hyung,” Yoochun whimpered.
“Good morning,” Heechul said, lips pressing against the soft head.
Yoochun made a sound that was something between a moan and a protest. Heechul took his cock deep, over and over, and Yoochun bit his lip against a really loud moan. Even after spending most of the night in bed with Heechul, he still wasn’t satisfied, still so ready to come.
“Keep this up and I might fall in love with you,” Yoochun teased.
Heechul rolled his eyes up and gave him a very dramatic look.
Yoochun chuckled and Heechul /squeezed/ his erection tightly and Yoochun moaned.
There was a light rapping on the door, and Yoochun internally panicked, because god, Jaejoong was there to wake him up, like he did every morning, but Heechul’s mouth was on his dick, in plain view of everything.
Part of the plan, remember, Heechul said in his head.
Yeah, Yoochun remembered, but actually being caught getting a blowjob from Heechul was different than just planning it.
“Yoochun-ah … oh, never mind.”
Yoochun opened blurry eyes to see Jaejoong at his door. “Hyung, sheesh.”
“Your door has a lock on it,” Jaejoong reminded him.
Heechul sucked really hard at that point and Yoochun’s response was lost in a loud moan. He heard the door shut and then grabbed Heechul’s hair and lifted his hips, fucking his throat roughly until he came.
Heechul gagged on his release, yanked himself away and spit it out all over Yoochun’s bed.
“Bitch,” Heechul said.
“Sorry, just …” Yoochun’s chest was heaving, cock pulsing out weak clumps of come.
Heechul ran his hand up and down his sweaty skin. “So?”
Yoochun covered his face with his arm. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“Lay low now, for a day or two. They’ve now seen you as this sexual thing, and well, now Jaejoong at least has seen your cock hard and desperate and sliding in and out of someone’s mouth.”
Yoochun smiled and hooked his hand around Heechul’s neck. “Someone’s very pretty, very talented mouth.”
Heechul grinned, and then his eyes went wide. “Oh fuck, I have to get home.”
“Why?”
“I don’t have any school clothes here.”
“Changmin will drive you on his way to work,” Yoochun said.
Heechul smiled and kissed him. He got out of bed, tugged on the same bright red jeans, and then a loose t-shirt. Yoochun followed more slowly, slipping on sweatpants, and nothing else. There were drops of come on his stomach, just above his belly button, and he almost wiped them away, but left them.
He left his room and heard Heechul thank his hyungs for letting him stay over. Yoochun went right to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup.
“Yoochun-ah,” Heechul called from the living room. “You owe me an orgasm.”
Yoochun snorted and said, “Meet me on the roof at lunch.”
Jaejoong tittered in disapproval.
Yoochun waited until Heechul’s laughter was cut off by the door and then looked up at him. “What?”
“This is weird.”
“What is?”
“In the space of a week, you went from this perfect student to a rebellious promiscuous teenager.”
“My grades are still perfect.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about.”
Yoochun didn’t reply and took another drink of coffee.
“There’s come on your stomach.”
Yoochun looked down at himself, pretending to be startled. “Huh.” Daring, compulsive and utterly stupid, Yoochun scraped up the random drops with his fingers and then licked them clean.
He heard Jaejoong inhale sharply, but then that was it.
When their eyes met again, Jaejoong did not look happy.
Yoochun took another sip of coffee and went to the table to sit down. He was exhausted. Heechul was never easily satisfied when it came to sex.
“Changmin and I like Heechul. We don’t understand why you two aren’t dating.”
“Heechul knows me too well,” Yoochun said, letting the implications of that sink into Jaejoong.
“He won’t date you because of your past?”
Yoochun scoffed. “No. It’s like … I don’t know. He’s my friend. I don’t like him like that, and he’s way too high maintenance for me. He’s utterly in love with Hangeng, and he’s trying to find a way to seduce our math teacher. Maybe you should be giving him lectures on being promiscuous instead of me, when all I want is-“
Yoochun shut his mouth and looked away.
“What do you want, Yoochun-ah?”
“Nothing,” he muttered. He took another heavy swallow of coffee and set his cup on the counter. He tried to move past Jaejoong, but Jaejoong gripped his upper arm and held him still, even when he jerked to get out of his hold.
Yoochun glared at him.
“What do you want?”
“Something I can’t have. Will you please let me go?”
“Yoochun-ah.”
Yoochun shook his head and turned his face away, and Jaejoong let him go. Yoochun escaped to the bathroom and didn’t let his tears fall until they were obscured by the shower.
Phase 2: Discovered
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