Keep My Love 3/5
Title: Keep My Love 3/5
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 3:
Warning: under18!Yoochun
Coming up with excuses on why he wasn’t available for a quick fuck was really hard, and by the end of the first day, Yoochun suddenly had an STD.
“People are so stupid,” he said and slammed his locker shut.
Heechul looked up from his filing his nails and said, “Haven’t I been saying that for years?”
“Yes.”
“Yoochun,” a whimpering girl said behind him.
Yoochun shut his eyes for just a second then turned around with a smile to Seonhee. “Hey, cutie. What’s up?”
“Did you give me syphilis?”
Heechul snorted and snapped, “Are you stupid?”
“Heechul,” Yoochun said in admonishment. He smiled at Seonhee and said, “No. I do not have an STD.”
“Everyone says you do.”
“God, what is wrong with you people?” Heechul shouted and attention turned to him. “Yoochun goes one day without fucking anyone and he suddenly has an STD? Really?”
“Heechul,” Yoochun said again.
“Well, people are stupid. You. Are. All. Stupid. Yoochun does not have an STD. Do you want to watch him fuck me to prove it?”
“Yes,” someone muttered, drawing a few laughs from people.
“There will be no public displays of sex in the halls today, gentlemen,” Mr. Park Jungsoo said.
“Your loss,” Heechul said, and then he smiled, seeing Hangeng and flicked his hair and bounced after him, calling him sexy names in Chinese.
Attention drifted away from him, and Yoochun leaned against his locker.
“So,” Seonhee whispered, “if you don’t have an STD then can we-“
Yoochun shook his head. “Not today, cutie.”
“Oh. Tomorrow?”
Yoochun winced. “Probably not.”
“Do you have a girlfriend or something?”
“No. Just … taking a break from sex is all.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Soft lips pressed against his cheek, and Yoochun smiled and gave her a strong hug.
==
With Heechul occupied and this sudden no sex after school thing, Yoochun didn’t have anything else to do but go home. Yoochun remembered that he was going to go to the gym after school, but figured he’d start doing that the next day. He was still too emotionally tired to do anything more than flop on the couch and vegetate.
It was alarming how much of his social life revolved around sex. But he should have realized that soon, since the only person he could stand in a social setting was Heechul, the school’s social pariah.
So, after the short time it took him to walk home, Yoochun entered their apartment after only a half hour since school let out.
“Wow. Hi there,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun lifted a hand in half a wave.
“You’re home early.”
“Yeah, well. No one for me to sleep around with.”
“I don’t believe that at all.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “I spent the day refusing offers to skip class or meet after school and now everyone thinks I have an STD. So yeah. No options.”
“Huh, are you hungry?”
“Not really. I just want to go lie down for a little while.”
“Okay.”
Yoochun slipped past Jaejoong and went toward his room. He stopped at his door, glanced at the open door of his hyungs’ room and went there instead. It was shadowed and dark, very little light streamed past the dark drapes. It was quiet, cool. Calm.
Yoochun took off his school jacket, left that and his shirt on the back of a chair, and folded his pants and put them on the seat. In just boxers and tank top, he climbed under the down blanket and surrounded himself in the combined scents of Jaejoong’s rosewater body wash and Changmin’s cologne.
He woke up when a warm body slipped in next to him, and strong arms wrapped around him.
“Hey,” Changmin whispered.
Yoochun yawned.
“Everything okay?”
He shrugged and used the same movement to turn around and curl up against his chest. “Apparently I have an STD,” he muttered into Changmin’s chest. “From one day without sex.”
“One day … fuck, Yoochun, how many people were you fucking in a day?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t know. At least two, if you count blowjobs and hand jobs.”
“Well, we sure didn’t see this coming at all.”
Yoochun rolled to his back and put his hand above his head. “I’d like to think that you should have, but it’s not like I’ve been throwing it under your nose.”
“True, but we should have realized … I don’t know what we should have realized. Neither one of us even considered that you’d want to have sex with people let alone controlling people through it-“”
Yoochun growled in annoyance and rolled away from him. “Sex is sex, hyung.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Says the man with the perfect husband. Not everyone is as lucky as you are.”
“That’s true.”
Yoochun glared at him and pulled Jaejoong’s pillow against his chest and curled away from Changmin.
“We need to talk about this.”
“No, we don’t.”
“Why don’t you think we need to talk about it?”
“Because my heart is already breaking. I don’t need it stepped on, smashed and then handed back to me with a ‘you’re still young, don’t worry about it, you’ll find someone your own age’ lecture.”
Changmin said nothing for a long time and then leaned over his back and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Dinner is almost ready.”
Yoochun’s throat closed and he buried the noise of anguish into Jaejoong’s pillow.
He felt more than heard Changmin sigh, and then Changmin left him alone.
Yoochun ignored Jaejoong’s quiet knock and his quiet announcement that dinner was ready. He ignored Jaejoong when he asked if Yoochun wanted some tea. He watched the analog clock that Jaejoong used as his alarm tick away the hours and then sighed when it was almost ten. He still had to do his homework.
Brooding wasn’t going to change anything. And it didn’t matter that everyone was saying he had an STD. He didn’t want to have sex with random people anymore anyway.
Yoochun finally unwrapped himself from the cocoon of JaeMin’s blankets. He took his school clothes to his room and hung them up. And then he went to the living room, where his bags were. Once again, he felt their gazes but neither of them said anything.
Instead of going into the kitchen, he dragged his bag to the couch, sat on the floor and opened his math book. It wasn’t smart to do homework in front of the TV, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to be close to his hyungs, even if it twisted his gut and felt like his heart was being ripped out of his ribcage.
A strong arm pointed over his shoulder, but nothing was said and Yoochun noticed the mistake that was currently fucking up his entire calculus problem. He sighed, erased it all and started over. He had a rough draft of an essay due in his history class, and he knew his teacher wasn’t going to be happy about his decision to write about the Japanese occupation and, despite the horribleness of it all, what it did for Korea’s economy once they were free. He knew he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on that right then; it’d have to be hastily thrown together during lunch. At least it was only a first draft.
Fingers touched his hair.
“Do you want something to eat?” Jaejoong whispered, almost like he was afraid to talk.
Yoochun jerked alert and then shook his head. “No thank you, hyung.” He rubbed his eyes and realized how late it was. Without saying anything else to them, he left his books where they were and went to his room to go to bed.
==
Yoochun woke up with vivid dreams of skin and smiles, and probably the hardest erection he’d had in a long time. He thought about taking care of it before he got out of bed, but before the thought fully registered, Jaejoong lightly tapped on his door and poked his head inside.
“Are you awake, dongsaeng?
Yoochun grunted and flung the blankets off himself. “Can’t really sleep with this thing, now can I?” He gestured to his crotch.
Jaejoong snorted.
Yoochun glared at his smile while he yanked on a pair of sweat pants.
“You have time for a shower, at least.”
Yoochun stuck his tongue out at him and said, “I have time for a blowjob, too. Wanna help me out?”
“Inappropriate,” Jaejoong snapped after the barest of pauses.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Yoochun stalked to the bathroom to stroke his cock silly.
When he was freshly showered and only partially satisfied, he went to the kitchen for breakfast.
“Do we really need to reinstate the rule where you can’t offer or allude to sexual favors?” Jaejoong asked.
“Alluding to it was never a rule,” Yoochun said and sat down with his cup of coffee.
“Well, it is now.”
“Why?”
Yoochun met his eyes and Jaejoong said nothing. His lips tightened and his cheeks tinged pink, and Yoochun fought back a smirk. Alluding to it meant Jaejoong was thinking about it.
Good.
Slightly flustered, Jaejoong left the kitchen, and Yoochun openly smirked and went about getting ready for school.
Yoochun stopped in the gym for a half hour after school, and then went home, still getting there earlier than he used to. He had a late lunch with Jaejoong in the kitchen, and spent the night doing his homework.
Sexual frustration became the norm, but it was definitely worth it.
===
“All right,” Changmin said, on a Saturday almost three weeks later.
Yoochun looked up from Jaejoong’s laptop and the elusive sentence that was on the edge of his brain. His hyungs were in the doorway to the kitchen, both with their arms crossed.
“All right what?” Yoochun asked.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Huh?”
“Your last report card,” Jaejoong prompted.
Yoochun tilted his head in confusion. He’d gotten perfect grades on his last report card, even in math despite no longer letting Mr. Choi fuck him. “Huh?”
“We don’t want you giving up your social life just to please us and get good grades,” Changmin elaborated.
Yoochun’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, seriously?”
“Well? You’re home right after school, you never go out to parties or with your friends. We haven’t seen Heechul in weeks.”
“Heechul has a boyfriend.”
“And the rest?”
“I have an STD, remember?”
Changmin laughed. “Come on, Yoochun, what’s up?”
Yoochun sighed and leaned back in the chair, lifting it off the front legs. He crossed his arms, his almost muscled arms, because one thing he had been doing after school lately was going to the gymnasium to lift weights. He’d still been doing the same thing at home and wearing as few clothes as he could get away with. He hadn’t really noticed his hyungs looking, but they didn’t call him out on it either.
“Sue me if I’d rather be here,” Yoochun finally said. “I’d rather stay home and be with you two than the simpering idiots at school. And I remember someone telling me once that it’s better that the people I love don’t feel like just another notch on my belt.”
Changmin nodded. “Point, but Yoochun-”
Yoochun waved him silent and said, “When I contracted syphilis I found out that most people were my friends because of the sex, or because I was popular. It was superficial and stupid. I guess I already knew that before, and really, Heechul is my only real friend besides you two and SuHo. Do I miss the constant sex? Sure. Am I horny and frustrated as fuck? Hell yes. But so far it’s been worth it.”
Yoochun concentrated on the laptop again, and pretended to type a few sentences, but really all he was typing was ‘don’t break my heart’ over and over again.
Jaejoong sighed and then Changmin did, and Yoochun saw Changmin move and hastily highlighted the lines and deleted them. He ruffled Yoochun’s hair, and Yoochun yanked his head away with an irritated growl.
Changmin chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “We’re glad you’re always home, dongsaeng, but remember, we want you to be happy.”
Yoochun met his eyes and said, “If only that were true.”
“Dongsaeng,” Jaejoong said.
“What? You know what would make me happy.”
“That’s inappropriate.”
“Says who?”
“Says the law,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun smiled and replied, “I was expecting you to say, ‘says me’ or ‘says us’. Interesting.”
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed.
“Go get dressed,” Changmin said and ruffled his hair again. “We’re going to go out for dinner with HoSu tonight.”
“SuHo,” Yoochun corrected and stood up. He carried his empty tea cup to the sink.
“When we first met them, it was HoSu.”
“I wonder when Yunho decided to let Junsu-hyung top,” Yoochun said.
“You should ask him.”
Yoochun laughed. “In the restaurant? Is that polite dinner conversation?”
Jaejoong snorted. “Definitely not.”
“What about you?” Changmin asked. “I know for a fact that it’s YooChul, because there is no way that Heechul is a top, but what about when you’re with someone else?”
“Only one way to find out, hyung.”
Changmin grinned. “Go get dressed,” he repeated and slapped Yoochun’s ass.
Yoochun yelped, rubbed the sting away and stuck his tongue out as he walked out of the kitchen.
“What?” he heard Changmin say.
“Stop encouraging him.”
“He’s a big boy, Jae-love.”
“I know, but I don’t want him to get his hopes up.”
Yoochun shut his eyes and took a deep breath. But it was Changmin who voiced his thoughts. “It’s already too late for that. I don’t think there’s anything we can do at this point to dissuade him without completely breaking his heart.”
Yoochun wasn’t sure what that “completely” meant. It sure as hell felt like his heart was already destroyed.
He heard them kiss and then went back into the kitchen. He watched them for a moment, and then said, “Last time I made out with Heechul in the kitchen, I got yelled at.”
They broke apart and Changmin smiled at him. “You’re not dressed.”
“I’m not naked.”
“True,” Jaejoong said, “but I doubt the proprietor of the restaurant is going to want to see you in little more than your underwear.”
“Again you didn’t say you were against it.”
Changmin laughed. Jaejoong smacked Changmin’s arm and glared at him.
“You didn’t specify how I should get dressed,” Yoochun said. “Is this dinner fancy enough for an evening gown or casual enough for saddle shoes and a skirt?”
“Too much of Heechul’s influence,” Changmin said.
“A mix,” Jaejoong said. “Actually … come with me.”
Slightly confused, Yoochun followed Jaejoong into their bedroom. Jaejoong went to the closet and searched through his stacks of jeans, finally pulling out a pair of dark blue ones.
“Wear these,” he said, snapping them out.
“Hyung, these aren’t going to fit me.”
“Yes, they will. Just try them on. You’ll have to take your boxers off first. I know they won’t fit over those.”
Yoochun stared at him for a little longer, and when Jaejoong did nothing but hold the jeans out for him, Yoochun shrugged and shucked off his boxers. He took the pants and had to practically roll them up his legs. Yes, they fit, but they were incredibly tight. He buttoned up the fly, thankful there wasn’t a zipper and then turned around to look at himself in Jaejoong’s full length mirror.
“You’re going to let me go out wearing pants that look like a second skin?”
“Yes. Now, go do your hair and brush your teeth. I’m going to find you a kick-ass shirt to wear.”
Slightly dazed, Yoochun left the room and went into his bathroom and brushed his teeth. He styled his hair, pondering cutting off the strands curling around his chin and on the back of his neck. He put on a chain that Heechul had given him and dabbed on some cologne.
Since Jaejoong seemed to be in charge of his wardrobe, Yoochun shouted, “Black or white undershirt?”
“Black. Tank top. Tight.”
Yoochun met his startled gaze in the mirror.
“Trust me,” Jaejoong shouted.
“Okay,” he replied and went to this closet to get a tight, ribbed black tank top over his body. He went back to Jaejoong’s room and Jaejoong tossed him a bright blue button down shirt that he’d only seen his hyung wear once.
“It’s too small for my shoulders,” he said, “which means it will fit yours perfectly.”
Yoochun flipped the shirt over his upper body and buttoned it up. God, it was tight. Almost too tight.
Jaejoong looked him up and down and Yoochun swallowed when he stepped close. Jaejoong unbuttoned the top two buttons. “That’ll do.”
Changmin snorted from behind him. “God, you were worried that he was being overly promiscuous and then you dress him like some street hooker.”
Jaejoong smirked. “He’s not flashing cleavage.”
Yoochun laughed.
Both of his hyungs looked amazing. Changmin was wearing black jeans that were almost as tight as Yoochun’s. He was wearing a deep red collared shirt that showed off his arms and his chest. Jaejoong was wearing a gauzy black sweater-shirt. The hem hit just below his ribs, showing off his tiny waist wrapped in teal shirt tucked into tight, cream pants. Yoochun swallowed and had to tear his eyes away from how revealing those pants were.
“One more thing,” Jaejoong said and handed Yoochun a leather jacket. Jaejoong’s favorite leather jacket.
“Hyung, I-“
“Wear it,” he said. “It looks good on you.”
Changmin nodded. “It really does.”
“God, why do I feel like you’re dressing me up to get me laid?”
They both laughed. “Let’s go. We’re going to be late, and Yunho hates it when people are late.”
Yoochun followed Jaejoong out of the bedroom and down the hall. Changmin draped an arm around Yoochun’s shoulders and whispered, “I know you’re curious but trust me, okay?”
“Okay.”
Changmin and Jaejoong put on light jackets, and they headed out. To Yoochun’s further surprise, they did not drive, but started walking toward Yunho and Junsu’s apartment. Halfway there, the couple met them.
Junsu was wearing black, head to toe, and Yoochun caught himself drooling at the sight of his ass wrapped in leather pants. Yunho wasn’t dressed nearly as ostentatiously, only a pair of well worn, tighter than normal jeans and a white t-shirt that was molded to his body.
Junsu whistled at Yoochun and just as obviously as Jaejoong had, racked his eyes up and down Yoochun’s body. “Wow.”
“Okay, what the hell?” Yoochun said, feeling his cheeks flush. “Who are you guys, and what have you done with my hyungs?”
They laughed. Yunho hooked his arm around Yoochun’s shoulders and they headed down the sidewalk.
“Consider it an early birthday present,” Yunho said.
“My birthday isn’t for six months.”
“Technically, we don’t exactly know when you were born, so who’s to say that today isn’t your birthday?”
“Can I use that excuse whenever I get in trouble?” Yoochun said, “Well, today could be my birthday, so it doesn’t count.”
Yunho chuckled.
Yoochun decided to stop worrying about it. He wanted his hyungs to treat him like an adult, and here they were, probably on their way to a club or something. It was confusing, but Yoochun loved it at the same time. He loved their attention, and he loved that they were taking him out. He knew that both pairs of his hyungs went out often, but rarely together. Their work schedules just didn’t match. He wondered if they all requested this time off just to do this for him.
Maybe he was thinking too much into it.
The first place they went was a ramen shop, a little hole in the wall and Yunho knew the cook. Yoochun got another shock when Yunho brought over five bottles of soju, and not just four. He glanced at Jaejoong, but his overprotective, mother-hen-of-a-foster-father just smiled at him and then reached over and popped off the cap.
Yoochun stared at him for a little longer, shrugged and took a swallow of the alcohol. His hyungs knew he drank at parties and things, though it’d been awhile since that last one.
Another obscure aspect was the conversation over dinner. His hyungs didn’t bother to moderate the topic, or censor their language. Junsu had a vulgar mouth, and practically everything out of Changmin’s mouth was a sexual innuendo. They didn’t talk about work, or at least not outside the general gossip of Changmin’s office or how SuHo were trying to get TOP and Dragon to understand that they were in love with each other.
It’s was weird. And Yoochun wasn’t sure how to participate in it, so he didn’t, just listening and laughing. Jaejoong handed him another bottle of soju. He wondered if his hyungs really understood how much he could drink without losing himself. He doubted it.
By the end of the second bottle, Yoochun was warm and smiling and leaning against Changmin’s side, highly aware of his hyung’s arm around his shoulders. Jaejoong was on his other side, and Changmin’s fingers were playing with the mesh of his sweater.
“So I’m supposed to ask you when your relationship switched from HoSu to SuHo,” Yoochun said.
They were silent for a moment, and then Yunho laughed.
Junsu smiled at him and leaned into Yunho’s body. “Didn’t take much. Just a few anal beads and a vibrator and these hips.”
“Those hips,” Yoochun said. “What about your hips?”
“Let’s go, so you can find out,” Junsu said and jumped up from the stool.
“What?” Yoochun said in surprise.
Junsu laughed. “Not that, you fucking little pervert. I need to dance.” He rolled his hips in an incredibly crude way.
“Dance?” Yoochun said.
Changmin smirked down at him. “Everyone in their life should have a chance to see Junsu dance.”
Yunho glared at him and then pulled Junsu into the space between his legs. His hands slid down his back and cupped his ass. “I wish you weren’t so sexy, love. Less people would want to look at you.”
Junsu laughed, kissed his lover and then pulled Yunho off his stool and toward the door. He slid over the tiles, twisting and teasing Yunho with smirks and twists of his hips.
Yoochun followed suit, his hyungs behind him as they left the restaurant. They were whispering and he tried to catch their words, but couldn’t before they stopped.
Jaejoong smiled at him and left, headed up to talk to SuHo.
Changmin put his arm around Yoochun’s shoulders again as they walked.
“What’s going on, Changmin-hyung?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin smiled. “You’re still worrying about it when I told you to trust me.”
“Yeah, but … well, this is weird.”
“You being an adult is weird.” He held out his hand, and in it was an identification card.
Yoochun took it, read it over and then looked up at Changmin in surprise.
“It was Yunho’s idea,” Changmin said, winked at him and jogged up to catch up with Jaejoong.
Yoochun stared at the ID in his hands. The fake ID, the one claiming that he was old enough to drink. What the fucking hell?’
“What the fucking hell?” he said loud enough for his hyungs to hear, but they did nothing more than smile at him and keep walking.
“You guys are fucking crazy,” Yoochun said.
The club they entered was called Keep Your Head Down, and Yoochun felt the heavy bass from the music when they were still half a block away.
The bouncer glanced at his ID and then at him, but before Yoochun could get nervous, Yunho slung an arm around his shoulders and said, “He’s old enough, Taecyeon.”
Taecyeon snorted. “If you say so, Officer.”
Yunho laughed and Taecyeon stamped the back of Yoochun’s hand. Yoochun followed his hyungs through the press of bodies and to the bar. He just heard Junsu order five shots of tequila.
Five.
Yoochun looked at Changmin again, the only one who seemed to understand how weirded out he was. Changmin smiled, leaned down and whisper-yelled through the music, “Trust me.” Something warm and wet lapped at his earlobe, widening Yoochun’s eyes, but then Changmin and his tongue were gone, and Yoochun had a feeling he’d imagined it, but he wasn’t even drunk yet.
The shots were set out and filled, and Yoochun reached for one, shaking. At least it would calm him down a bit. The five of them clinked glasses and Yoochun knocked back the shot.
Junsu set his glass on the bar and then grabbed Yunho’s hand and dragged him through the crowd to the dance floor that was pulsing with bodies.
“Do you want something fruity?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun looked at him, thought about it and decided that the night was weird enough, and a little flirting wouldn’t harm anything. “I’m pretty sure we both know that I want you, so yes, I want something fruity.”
Changmin laughed and laughed and laughed, and Jaejoong glared at him for a moment. He snorted and then turned to the bartender to make them a couple drinks.
“I’m going to go dance with SuHo,” Changmin said. He kissed Yoochun’s cheek, lips pressed to his skin for a lot longer than normal, and then he sucked at Jaejoong’s mouth, leaving his boyfriend slightly glassy eyed and wobbly. He winked at Yoochun, unseen by Jaejoong.
Jaejoong blinked and then focused on Yoochun.
Yoochun fought the urge to squirm.
The bar tender handed them their drinks. Yoochun’s was blue. Jaejoong’s was purple.
“Come on,” Jaejoong said, and grabbed Yoochun’s elbow and led him to one of the empty tables scattered around the edge of the dance floor.
Yoochun sat down and sipped at what tasted more like alcohol than fruit.
“That’s all you get,” Jaejoong said and sat in a chair across from him. “I don’t care what Changmin says, I’m still not entirely okay with this.”
Yoochun smirked at him. “I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, but hey, cheers.” He took another drink.
Jaejoong took a deep breath and before looking out to the dance floor. Yoochun followed his eyes and found Yunho being smashed in a MinSu sandwich. It was less dancing and more of a three-way on the dance floor. Junsu’s hips were sinful, rolling and twisting over Yunho’s ass. Yoochun could only imagine the power they held over Yunho in the bedroom. It was sexy, and the way Changmin and Yunho were rocking their crotches together was downright obscene.
It was a side of his hyungs he’d only heard about and never seen. It was alluring and confusing, and Yoochun was pretty sure he wasn’t going to sleep later until he jerked off.
“Go dance,” Jaejoong said to him.
Yoochun looked at him. “Huh?”
“Go dance,” he repeated. “You’re practically bouncing in your chair.”
Yoochun smiled, and then said, “Okay, but …”
“Just go dance. With Changmin. You try to dance with anyone else, and I may have to rip their balls off.”
Yoochun laughed, and jumped off the stool. He took off the leather jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. He weaved around the table, kissed Jaejoong’s cheek and then made his way to the other three. He flowed through bodies, sliding on his feet, pulling more than one set of eyes toward him.
He tapped Changmin’s shoulder and said, “Can I interrupt your threesome?”
Changmin laughed and let Yunho go and then had his arms around Yoochun’s waist, bent over because he was taller. Yoochun’s eyes shut when Changmin’s hips rolled against his. He was frozen in surprise, and then Changmin’s liquid voice dripped down his neck and trailed along the edge of his ear.
“Come on, dongsaeng, dance with me.”
Yoochun lifted his arms, around Changmin’s neck and let his body feel the beat. With his eyes shut it was easy to think he was at a party, but still with Changmin. His hyung breathed praise into his ear and Yoochun shivered. The alcohol, Changmin, dancing, music - it all blurred together, and Yoochun lost himself.
Yoochun had no idea how long he was dancing with Changmin when his hyung suddenly stopped and took his arm and pulled him to the table.
The abruptness yanked Yoochun into reality and he was very aware of the hard on pressed against the buttons if his jeans, and the matching one tenting Changmin’s pants. Changmin more or less deposited him in a chair and then guzzled a glass of water. Sweat dripped down his neck and stuck his shirt to his back. Yoochun felt the same way and he took a few swallows of water. SuHo were still dancing, uncaring of the sweat and heat of the club. Yoochun couldn’t see Jaejoong.
Changmin said he’d be right back and then went to the bar.
Yoochun picked up his discarded drink, the alcohol and water had separated. He used his finger to mix it up and then sucked the liquid off his finger.
“You shouldn’t be sucking on things like that in public,” a voice said at his elbow.
Yoochun swallowed and looked behind him at a man he didn’t know.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” Yoochun said. He waited to be nervous that some random guy was coming up to talk to him, and then smiled.
The man took that as an invitation and sat next to him, pulling the chair close enough that their legs brushed. “You looked amazing on that dance floor. That man your boyfriend?”
Yoochun cradled his chin on his elbow and said no. “Just a friend.”
“Lucky me.”
Yoochun chuckled and took a sip of his drink.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Naw, this one is enough for me.” Yoochun wasn’t stupid. He’d been knocked out enough time with GHB when he was younger to know better than to let some strange man buy him a drink.
The man pouted again and then smiled. “What’s your name?”
“Yoochun. Yours?”
“Taeyang.”
“I like your hair,” Yoochun lied. The man’s Mohawk was about ten years out of date and didn’t look good on his older face. Yoochun figured that he was older than even SuHo.
“I like yours. I can see myself tugging on it while you suck on my cock.”
God, what a dick. But Yoochun smiled and leaned closer to him. He liked to flirt and it’d been so long since he’d last had someone’s attention.
An arm snaked around Yoochun’s waist and pulled him close, and Yoochun looked up at Jaejoong and smiled.
“Beat it.”
Taeyang smiled. “Is this your boyfriend?”
“Yes,” Jaejoong said. “Go away.”
Yoochun couldn’t protest and the guy walked away.
“Hyung,” Yoochun said and glared up at Jaejoong.
“Shut up.”
Changmin set another shot of amber liquid in front of Yoochun.
“Changmin,” Jaejoong admonished.
Yoochun smiled at him, thanked him and downed the shot. It was some kind of rum and it warmed him up, all the way down to his stomach.
Jaejoong frowned at them both.
“Rested up enough?” Changmin said, and then without waiting for an answer, pulled Yoochun back to the dance floor. As soon as they were wrapped around each other again, Changmin asked, “So who was that you were flirting with?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Some guy.”
“Made Jaejoong pretty upset.”
“He said he was my boyfriend.”
Changmin laughed. “How drunk are you?”
Yoochun snorted. “Not even, why?”
“Because now it’s time to get you what you want.”
Phase 4: Tempted
Phase 2: Discovered
Phase 1: Recognized
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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 3:
Warning: under18!Yoochun
Coming up with excuses on why he wasn’t available for a quick fuck was really hard, and by the end of the first day, Yoochun suddenly had an STD.
“People are so stupid,” he said and slammed his locker shut.
Heechul looked up from his filing his nails and said, “Haven’t I been saying that for years?”
“Yes.”
“Yoochun,” a whimpering girl said behind him.
Yoochun shut his eyes for just a second then turned around with a smile to Seonhee. “Hey, cutie. What’s up?”
“Did you give me syphilis?”
Heechul snorted and snapped, “Are you stupid?”
“Heechul,” Yoochun said in admonishment. He smiled at Seonhee and said, “No. I do not have an STD.”
“Everyone says you do.”
“God, what is wrong with you people?” Heechul shouted and attention turned to him. “Yoochun goes one day without fucking anyone and he suddenly has an STD? Really?”
“Heechul,” Yoochun said again.
“Well, people are stupid. You. Are. All. Stupid. Yoochun does not have an STD. Do you want to watch him fuck me to prove it?”
“Yes,” someone muttered, drawing a few laughs from people.
“There will be no public displays of sex in the halls today, gentlemen,” Mr. Park Jungsoo said.
“Your loss,” Heechul said, and then he smiled, seeing Hangeng and flicked his hair and bounced after him, calling him sexy names in Chinese.
Attention drifted away from him, and Yoochun leaned against his locker.
“So,” Seonhee whispered, “if you don’t have an STD then can we-“
Yoochun shook his head. “Not today, cutie.”
“Oh. Tomorrow?”
Yoochun winced. “Probably not.”
“Do you have a girlfriend or something?”
“No. Just … taking a break from sex is all.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Soft lips pressed against his cheek, and Yoochun smiled and gave her a strong hug.
==
With Heechul occupied and this sudden no sex after school thing, Yoochun didn’t have anything else to do but go home. Yoochun remembered that he was going to go to the gym after school, but figured he’d start doing that the next day. He was still too emotionally tired to do anything more than flop on the couch and vegetate.
It was alarming how much of his social life revolved around sex. But he should have realized that soon, since the only person he could stand in a social setting was Heechul, the school’s social pariah.
So, after the short time it took him to walk home, Yoochun entered their apartment after only a half hour since school let out.
“Wow. Hi there,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun lifted a hand in half a wave.
“You’re home early.”
“Yeah, well. No one for me to sleep around with.”
“I don’t believe that at all.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “I spent the day refusing offers to skip class or meet after school and now everyone thinks I have an STD. So yeah. No options.”
“Huh, are you hungry?”
“Not really. I just want to go lie down for a little while.”
“Okay.”
Yoochun slipped past Jaejoong and went toward his room. He stopped at his door, glanced at the open door of his hyungs’ room and went there instead. It was shadowed and dark, very little light streamed past the dark drapes. It was quiet, cool. Calm.
Yoochun took off his school jacket, left that and his shirt on the back of a chair, and folded his pants and put them on the seat. In just boxers and tank top, he climbed under the down blanket and surrounded himself in the combined scents of Jaejoong’s rosewater body wash and Changmin’s cologne.
He woke up when a warm body slipped in next to him, and strong arms wrapped around him.
“Hey,” Changmin whispered.
Yoochun yawned.
“Everything okay?”
He shrugged and used the same movement to turn around and curl up against his chest. “Apparently I have an STD,” he muttered into Changmin’s chest. “From one day without sex.”
“One day … fuck, Yoochun, how many people were you fucking in a day?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t know. At least two, if you count blowjobs and hand jobs.”
“Well, we sure didn’t see this coming at all.”
Yoochun rolled to his back and put his hand above his head. “I’d like to think that you should have, but it’s not like I’ve been throwing it under your nose.”
“True, but we should have realized … I don’t know what we should have realized. Neither one of us even considered that you’d want to have sex with people let alone controlling people through it-“”
Yoochun growled in annoyance and rolled away from him. “Sex is sex, hyung.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Says the man with the perfect husband. Not everyone is as lucky as you are.”
“That’s true.”
Yoochun glared at him and pulled Jaejoong’s pillow against his chest and curled away from Changmin.
“We need to talk about this.”
“No, we don’t.”
“Why don’t you think we need to talk about it?”
“Because my heart is already breaking. I don’t need it stepped on, smashed and then handed back to me with a ‘you’re still young, don’t worry about it, you’ll find someone your own age’ lecture.”
Changmin said nothing for a long time and then leaned over his back and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Dinner is almost ready.”
Yoochun’s throat closed and he buried the noise of anguish into Jaejoong’s pillow.
He felt more than heard Changmin sigh, and then Changmin left him alone.
Yoochun ignored Jaejoong’s quiet knock and his quiet announcement that dinner was ready. He ignored Jaejoong when he asked if Yoochun wanted some tea. He watched the analog clock that Jaejoong used as his alarm tick away the hours and then sighed when it was almost ten. He still had to do his homework.
Brooding wasn’t going to change anything. And it didn’t matter that everyone was saying he had an STD. He didn’t want to have sex with random people anymore anyway.
Yoochun finally unwrapped himself from the cocoon of JaeMin’s blankets. He took his school clothes to his room and hung them up. And then he went to the living room, where his bags were. Once again, he felt their gazes but neither of them said anything.
Instead of going into the kitchen, he dragged his bag to the couch, sat on the floor and opened his math book. It wasn’t smart to do homework in front of the TV, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to be close to his hyungs, even if it twisted his gut and felt like his heart was being ripped out of his ribcage.
A strong arm pointed over his shoulder, but nothing was said and Yoochun noticed the mistake that was currently fucking up his entire calculus problem. He sighed, erased it all and started over. He had a rough draft of an essay due in his history class, and he knew his teacher wasn’t going to be happy about his decision to write about the Japanese occupation and, despite the horribleness of it all, what it did for Korea’s economy once they were free. He knew he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on that right then; it’d have to be hastily thrown together during lunch. At least it was only a first draft.
Fingers touched his hair.
“Do you want something to eat?” Jaejoong whispered, almost like he was afraid to talk.
Yoochun jerked alert and then shook his head. “No thank you, hyung.” He rubbed his eyes and realized how late it was. Without saying anything else to them, he left his books where they were and went to his room to go to bed.
==
Yoochun woke up with vivid dreams of skin and smiles, and probably the hardest erection he’d had in a long time. He thought about taking care of it before he got out of bed, but before the thought fully registered, Jaejoong lightly tapped on his door and poked his head inside.
“Are you awake, dongsaeng?
Yoochun grunted and flung the blankets off himself. “Can’t really sleep with this thing, now can I?” He gestured to his crotch.
Jaejoong snorted.
Yoochun glared at his smile while he yanked on a pair of sweat pants.
“You have time for a shower, at least.”
Yoochun stuck his tongue out at him and said, “I have time for a blowjob, too. Wanna help me out?”
“Inappropriate,” Jaejoong snapped after the barest of pauses.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Yoochun stalked to the bathroom to stroke his cock silly.
When he was freshly showered and only partially satisfied, he went to the kitchen for breakfast.
“Do we really need to reinstate the rule where you can’t offer or allude to sexual favors?” Jaejoong asked.
“Alluding to it was never a rule,” Yoochun said and sat down with his cup of coffee.
“Well, it is now.”
“Why?”
Yoochun met his eyes and Jaejoong said nothing. His lips tightened and his cheeks tinged pink, and Yoochun fought back a smirk. Alluding to it meant Jaejoong was thinking about it.
Good.
Slightly flustered, Jaejoong left the kitchen, and Yoochun openly smirked and went about getting ready for school.
Yoochun stopped in the gym for a half hour after school, and then went home, still getting there earlier than he used to. He had a late lunch with Jaejoong in the kitchen, and spent the night doing his homework.
Sexual frustration became the norm, but it was definitely worth it.
===
“All right,” Changmin said, on a Saturday almost three weeks later.
Yoochun looked up from Jaejoong’s laptop and the elusive sentence that was on the edge of his brain. His hyungs were in the doorway to the kitchen, both with their arms crossed.
“All right what?” Yoochun asked.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Huh?”
“Your last report card,” Jaejoong prompted.
Yoochun tilted his head in confusion. He’d gotten perfect grades on his last report card, even in math despite no longer letting Mr. Choi fuck him. “Huh?”
“We don’t want you giving up your social life just to please us and get good grades,” Changmin elaborated.
Yoochun’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, seriously?”
“Well? You’re home right after school, you never go out to parties or with your friends. We haven’t seen Heechul in weeks.”
“Heechul has a boyfriend.”
“And the rest?”
“I have an STD, remember?”
Changmin laughed. “Come on, Yoochun, what’s up?”
Yoochun sighed and leaned back in the chair, lifting it off the front legs. He crossed his arms, his almost muscled arms, because one thing he had been doing after school lately was going to the gymnasium to lift weights. He’d still been doing the same thing at home and wearing as few clothes as he could get away with. He hadn’t really noticed his hyungs looking, but they didn’t call him out on it either.
“Sue me if I’d rather be here,” Yoochun finally said. “I’d rather stay home and be with you two than the simpering idiots at school. And I remember someone telling me once that it’s better that the people I love don’t feel like just another notch on my belt.”
Changmin nodded. “Point, but Yoochun-”
Yoochun waved him silent and said, “When I contracted syphilis I found out that most people were my friends because of the sex, or because I was popular. It was superficial and stupid. I guess I already knew that before, and really, Heechul is my only real friend besides you two and SuHo. Do I miss the constant sex? Sure. Am I horny and frustrated as fuck? Hell yes. But so far it’s been worth it.”
Yoochun concentrated on the laptop again, and pretended to type a few sentences, but really all he was typing was ‘don’t break my heart’ over and over again.
Jaejoong sighed and then Changmin did, and Yoochun saw Changmin move and hastily highlighted the lines and deleted them. He ruffled Yoochun’s hair, and Yoochun yanked his head away with an irritated growl.
Changmin chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “We’re glad you’re always home, dongsaeng, but remember, we want you to be happy.”
Yoochun met his eyes and said, “If only that were true.”
“Dongsaeng,” Jaejoong said.
“What? You know what would make me happy.”
“That’s inappropriate.”
“Says who?”
“Says the law,” Jaejoong said.
Yoochun smiled and replied, “I was expecting you to say, ‘says me’ or ‘says us’. Interesting.”
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed.
“Go get dressed,” Changmin said and ruffled his hair again. “We’re going to go out for dinner with HoSu tonight.”
“SuHo,” Yoochun corrected and stood up. He carried his empty tea cup to the sink.
“When we first met them, it was HoSu.”
“I wonder when Yunho decided to let Junsu-hyung top,” Yoochun said.
“You should ask him.”
Yoochun laughed. “In the restaurant? Is that polite dinner conversation?”
Jaejoong snorted. “Definitely not.”
“What about you?” Changmin asked. “I know for a fact that it’s YooChul, because there is no way that Heechul is a top, but what about when you’re with someone else?”
“Only one way to find out, hyung.”
Changmin grinned. “Go get dressed,” he repeated and slapped Yoochun’s ass.
Yoochun yelped, rubbed the sting away and stuck his tongue out as he walked out of the kitchen.
“What?” he heard Changmin say.
“Stop encouraging him.”
“He’s a big boy, Jae-love.”
“I know, but I don’t want him to get his hopes up.”
Yoochun shut his eyes and took a deep breath. But it was Changmin who voiced his thoughts. “It’s already too late for that. I don’t think there’s anything we can do at this point to dissuade him without completely breaking his heart.”
Yoochun wasn’t sure what that “completely” meant. It sure as hell felt like his heart was already destroyed.
He heard them kiss and then went back into the kitchen. He watched them for a moment, and then said, “Last time I made out with Heechul in the kitchen, I got yelled at.”
They broke apart and Changmin smiled at him. “You’re not dressed.”
“I’m not naked.”
“True,” Jaejoong said, “but I doubt the proprietor of the restaurant is going to want to see you in little more than your underwear.”
“Again you didn’t say you were against it.”
Changmin laughed. Jaejoong smacked Changmin’s arm and glared at him.
“You didn’t specify how I should get dressed,” Yoochun said. “Is this dinner fancy enough for an evening gown or casual enough for saddle shoes and a skirt?”
“Too much of Heechul’s influence,” Changmin said.
“A mix,” Jaejoong said. “Actually … come with me.”
Slightly confused, Yoochun followed Jaejoong into their bedroom. Jaejoong went to the closet and searched through his stacks of jeans, finally pulling out a pair of dark blue ones.
“Wear these,” he said, snapping them out.
“Hyung, these aren’t going to fit me.”
“Yes, they will. Just try them on. You’ll have to take your boxers off first. I know they won’t fit over those.”
Yoochun stared at him for a little longer, and when Jaejoong did nothing but hold the jeans out for him, Yoochun shrugged and shucked off his boxers. He took the pants and had to practically roll them up his legs. Yes, they fit, but they were incredibly tight. He buttoned up the fly, thankful there wasn’t a zipper and then turned around to look at himself in Jaejoong’s full length mirror.
“You’re going to let me go out wearing pants that look like a second skin?”
“Yes. Now, go do your hair and brush your teeth. I’m going to find you a kick-ass shirt to wear.”
Slightly dazed, Yoochun left the room and went into his bathroom and brushed his teeth. He styled his hair, pondering cutting off the strands curling around his chin and on the back of his neck. He put on a chain that Heechul had given him and dabbed on some cologne.
Since Jaejoong seemed to be in charge of his wardrobe, Yoochun shouted, “Black or white undershirt?”
“Black. Tank top. Tight.”
Yoochun met his startled gaze in the mirror.
“Trust me,” Jaejoong shouted.
“Okay,” he replied and went to this closet to get a tight, ribbed black tank top over his body. He went back to Jaejoong’s room and Jaejoong tossed him a bright blue button down shirt that he’d only seen his hyung wear once.
“It’s too small for my shoulders,” he said, “which means it will fit yours perfectly.”
Yoochun flipped the shirt over his upper body and buttoned it up. God, it was tight. Almost too tight.
Jaejoong looked him up and down and Yoochun swallowed when he stepped close. Jaejoong unbuttoned the top two buttons. “That’ll do.”
Changmin snorted from behind him. “God, you were worried that he was being overly promiscuous and then you dress him like some street hooker.”
Jaejoong smirked. “He’s not flashing cleavage.”
Yoochun laughed.
Both of his hyungs looked amazing. Changmin was wearing black jeans that were almost as tight as Yoochun’s. He was wearing a deep red collared shirt that showed off his arms and his chest. Jaejoong was wearing a gauzy black sweater-shirt. The hem hit just below his ribs, showing off his tiny waist wrapped in teal shirt tucked into tight, cream pants. Yoochun swallowed and had to tear his eyes away from how revealing those pants were.
“One more thing,” Jaejoong said and handed Yoochun a leather jacket. Jaejoong’s favorite leather jacket.
“Hyung, I-“
“Wear it,” he said. “It looks good on you.”
Changmin nodded. “It really does.”
“God, why do I feel like you’re dressing me up to get me laid?”
They both laughed. “Let’s go. We’re going to be late, and Yunho hates it when people are late.”
Yoochun followed Jaejoong out of the bedroom and down the hall. Changmin draped an arm around Yoochun’s shoulders and whispered, “I know you’re curious but trust me, okay?”
“Okay.”
Changmin and Jaejoong put on light jackets, and they headed out. To Yoochun’s further surprise, they did not drive, but started walking toward Yunho and Junsu’s apartment. Halfway there, the couple met them.
Junsu was wearing black, head to toe, and Yoochun caught himself drooling at the sight of his ass wrapped in leather pants. Yunho wasn’t dressed nearly as ostentatiously, only a pair of well worn, tighter than normal jeans and a white t-shirt that was molded to his body.
Junsu whistled at Yoochun and just as obviously as Jaejoong had, racked his eyes up and down Yoochun’s body. “Wow.”
“Okay, what the hell?” Yoochun said, feeling his cheeks flush. “Who are you guys, and what have you done with my hyungs?”
They laughed. Yunho hooked his arm around Yoochun’s shoulders and they headed down the sidewalk.
“Consider it an early birthday present,” Yunho said.
“My birthday isn’t for six months.”
“Technically, we don’t exactly know when you were born, so who’s to say that today isn’t your birthday?”
“Can I use that excuse whenever I get in trouble?” Yoochun said, “Well, today could be my birthday, so it doesn’t count.”
Yunho chuckled.
Yoochun decided to stop worrying about it. He wanted his hyungs to treat him like an adult, and here they were, probably on their way to a club or something. It was confusing, but Yoochun loved it at the same time. He loved their attention, and he loved that they were taking him out. He knew that both pairs of his hyungs went out often, but rarely together. Their work schedules just didn’t match. He wondered if they all requested this time off just to do this for him.
Maybe he was thinking too much into it.
The first place they went was a ramen shop, a little hole in the wall and Yunho knew the cook. Yoochun got another shock when Yunho brought over five bottles of soju, and not just four. He glanced at Jaejoong, but his overprotective, mother-hen-of-a-foster-father just smiled at him and then reached over and popped off the cap.
Yoochun stared at him for a little longer, shrugged and took a swallow of the alcohol. His hyungs knew he drank at parties and things, though it’d been awhile since that last one.
Another obscure aspect was the conversation over dinner. His hyungs didn’t bother to moderate the topic, or censor their language. Junsu had a vulgar mouth, and practically everything out of Changmin’s mouth was a sexual innuendo. They didn’t talk about work, or at least not outside the general gossip of Changmin’s office or how SuHo were trying to get TOP and Dragon to understand that they were in love with each other.
It’s was weird. And Yoochun wasn’t sure how to participate in it, so he didn’t, just listening and laughing. Jaejoong handed him another bottle of soju. He wondered if his hyungs really understood how much he could drink without losing himself. He doubted it.
By the end of the second bottle, Yoochun was warm and smiling and leaning against Changmin’s side, highly aware of his hyung’s arm around his shoulders. Jaejoong was on his other side, and Changmin’s fingers were playing with the mesh of his sweater.
“So I’m supposed to ask you when your relationship switched from HoSu to SuHo,” Yoochun said.
They were silent for a moment, and then Yunho laughed.
Junsu smiled at him and leaned into Yunho’s body. “Didn’t take much. Just a few anal beads and a vibrator and these hips.”
“Those hips,” Yoochun said. “What about your hips?”
“Let’s go, so you can find out,” Junsu said and jumped up from the stool.
“What?” Yoochun said in surprise.
Junsu laughed. “Not that, you fucking little pervert. I need to dance.” He rolled his hips in an incredibly crude way.
“Dance?” Yoochun said.
Changmin smirked down at him. “Everyone in their life should have a chance to see Junsu dance.”
Yunho glared at him and then pulled Junsu into the space between his legs. His hands slid down his back and cupped his ass. “I wish you weren’t so sexy, love. Less people would want to look at you.”
Junsu laughed, kissed his lover and then pulled Yunho off his stool and toward the door. He slid over the tiles, twisting and teasing Yunho with smirks and twists of his hips.
Yoochun followed suit, his hyungs behind him as they left the restaurant. They were whispering and he tried to catch their words, but couldn’t before they stopped.
Jaejoong smiled at him and left, headed up to talk to SuHo.
Changmin put his arm around Yoochun’s shoulders again as they walked.
“What’s going on, Changmin-hyung?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin smiled. “You’re still worrying about it when I told you to trust me.”
“Yeah, but … well, this is weird.”
“You being an adult is weird.” He held out his hand, and in it was an identification card.
Yoochun took it, read it over and then looked up at Changmin in surprise.
“It was Yunho’s idea,” Changmin said, winked at him and jogged up to catch up with Jaejoong.
Yoochun stared at the ID in his hands. The fake ID, the one claiming that he was old enough to drink. What the fucking hell?’
“What the fucking hell?” he said loud enough for his hyungs to hear, but they did nothing more than smile at him and keep walking.
“You guys are fucking crazy,” Yoochun said.
The club they entered was called Keep Your Head Down, and Yoochun felt the heavy bass from the music when they were still half a block away.
The bouncer glanced at his ID and then at him, but before Yoochun could get nervous, Yunho slung an arm around his shoulders and said, “He’s old enough, Taecyeon.”
Taecyeon snorted. “If you say so, Officer.”
Yunho laughed and Taecyeon stamped the back of Yoochun’s hand. Yoochun followed his hyungs through the press of bodies and to the bar. He just heard Junsu order five shots of tequila.
Five.
Yoochun looked at Changmin again, the only one who seemed to understand how weirded out he was. Changmin smiled, leaned down and whisper-yelled through the music, “Trust me.” Something warm and wet lapped at his earlobe, widening Yoochun’s eyes, but then Changmin and his tongue were gone, and Yoochun had a feeling he’d imagined it, but he wasn’t even drunk yet.
The shots were set out and filled, and Yoochun reached for one, shaking. At least it would calm him down a bit. The five of them clinked glasses and Yoochun knocked back the shot.
Junsu set his glass on the bar and then grabbed Yunho’s hand and dragged him through the crowd to the dance floor that was pulsing with bodies.
“Do you want something fruity?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun looked at him, thought about it and decided that the night was weird enough, and a little flirting wouldn’t harm anything. “I’m pretty sure we both know that I want you, so yes, I want something fruity.”
Changmin laughed and laughed and laughed, and Jaejoong glared at him for a moment. He snorted and then turned to the bartender to make them a couple drinks.
“I’m going to go dance with SuHo,” Changmin said. He kissed Yoochun’s cheek, lips pressed to his skin for a lot longer than normal, and then he sucked at Jaejoong’s mouth, leaving his boyfriend slightly glassy eyed and wobbly. He winked at Yoochun, unseen by Jaejoong.
Jaejoong blinked and then focused on Yoochun.
Yoochun fought the urge to squirm.
The bar tender handed them their drinks. Yoochun’s was blue. Jaejoong’s was purple.
“Come on,” Jaejoong said, and grabbed Yoochun’s elbow and led him to one of the empty tables scattered around the edge of the dance floor.
Yoochun sat down and sipped at what tasted more like alcohol than fruit.
“That’s all you get,” Jaejoong said and sat in a chair across from him. “I don’t care what Changmin says, I’m still not entirely okay with this.”
Yoochun smirked at him. “I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, but hey, cheers.” He took another drink.
Jaejoong took a deep breath and before looking out to the dance floor. Yoochun followed his eyes and found Yunho being smashed in a MinSu sandwich. It was less dancing and more of a three-way on the dance floor. Junsu’s hips were sinful, rolling and twisting over Yunho’s ass. Yoochun could only imagine the power they held over Yunho in the bedroom. It was sexy, and the way Changmin and Yunho were rocking their crotches together was downright obscene.
It was a side of his hyungs he’d only heard about and never seen. It was alluring and confusing, and Yoochun was pretty sure he wasn’t going to sleep later until he jerked off.
“Go dance,” Jaejoong said to him.
Yoochun looked at him. “Huh?”
“Go dance,” he repeated. “You’re practically bouncing in your chair.”
Yoochun smiled, and then said, “Okay, but …”
“Just go dance. With Changmin. You try to dance with anyone else, and I may have to rip their balls off.”
Yoochun laughed, and jumped off the stool. He took off the leather jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. He weaved around the table, kissed Jaejoong’s cheek and then made his way to the other three. He flowed through bodies, sliding on his feet, pulling more than one set of eyes toward him.
He tapped Changmin’s shoulder and said, “Can I interrupt your threesome?”
Changmin laughed and let Yunho go and then had his arms around Yoochun’s waist, bent over because he was taller. Yoochun’s eyes shut when Changmin’s hips rolled against his. He was frozen in surprise, and then Changmin’s liquid voice dripped down his neck and trailed along the edge of his ear.
“Come on, dongsaeng, dance with me.”
Yoochun lifted his arms, around Changmin’s neck and let his body feel the beat. With his eyes shut it was easy to think he was at a party, but still with Changmin. His hyung breathed praise into his ear and Yoochun shivered. The alcohol, Changmin, dancing, music - it all blurred together, and Yoochun lost himself.
Yoochun had no idea how long he was dancing with Changmin when his hyung suddenly stopped and took his arm and pulled him to the table.
The abruptness yanked Yoochun into reality and he was very aware of the hard on pressed against the buttons if his jeans, and the matching one tenting Changmin’s pants. Changmin more or less deposited him in a chair and then guzzled a glass of water. Sweat dripped down his neck and stuck his shirt to his back. Yoochun felt the same way and he took a few swallows of water. SuHo were still dancing, uncaring of the sweat and heat of the club. Yoochun couldn’t see Jaejoong.
Changmin said he’d be right back and then went to the bar.
Yoochun picked up his discarded drink, the alcohol and water had separated. He used his finger to mix it up and then sucked the liquid off his finger.
“You shouldn’t be sucking on things like that in public,” a voice said at his elbow.
Yoochun swallowed and looked behind him at a man he didn’t know.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” Yoochun said. He waited to be nervous that some random guy was coming up to talk to him, and then smiled.
The man took that as an invitation and sat next to him, pulling the chair close enough that their legs brushed. “You looked amazing on that dance floor. That man your boyfriend?”
Yoochun cradled his chin on his elbow and said no. “Just a friend.”
“Lucky me.”
Yoochun chuckled and took a sip of his drink.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Naw, this one is enough for me.” Yoochun wasn’t stupid. He’d been knocked out enough time with GHB when he was younger to know better than to let some strange man buy him a drink.
The man pouted again and then smiled. “What’s your name?”
“Yoochun. Yours?”
“Taeyang.”
“I like your hair,” Yoochun lied. The man’s Mohawk was about ten years out of date and didn’t look good on his older face. Yoochun figured that he was older than even SuHo.
“I like yours. I can see myself tugging on it while you suck on my cock.”
God, what a dick. But Yoochun smiled and leaned closer to him. He liked to flirt and it’d been so long since he’d last had someone’s attention.
An arm snaked around Yoochun’s waist and pulled him close, and Yoochun looked up at Jaejoong and smiled.
“Beat it.”
Taeyang smiled. “Is this your boyfriend?”
“Yes,” Jaejoong said. “Go away.”
Yoochun couldn’t protest and the guy walked away.
“Hyung,” Yoochun said and glared up at Jaejoong.
“Shut up.”
Changmin set another shot of amber liquid in front of Yoochun.
“Changmin,” Jaejoong admonished.
Yoochun smiled at him, thanked him and downed the shot. It was some kind of rum and it warmed him up, all the way down to his stomach.
Jaejoong frowned at them both.
“Rested up enough?” Changmin said, and then without waiting for an answer, pulled Yoochun back to the dance floor. As soon as they were wrapped around each other again, Changmin asked, “So who was that you were flirting with?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Some guy.”
“Made Jaejoong pretty upset.”
“He said he was my boyfriend.”
Changmin laughed. “How drunk are you?”
Yoochun snorted. “Not even, why?”
“Because now it’s time to get you what you want.”
Phase 4: Tempted
Phase 2: Discovered
Phase 1: Recognized
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