Follow Me 6/?
Title: Follow Me 6/?
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to stalk or love or protect.
Summary: Changmin has a fascination with a street boy named Micky, but what will it take for Micky to trust him and follow him to something better?
Warnings: prostitution, small amount of incest, mentions of previous physical and sexual abuse, rape, pedophilia, and violence
Part 6: Safety
Pretty much inspired by this picture:
A/N: I'm going to Las Vegas this weekend to visit family, so don't worry if I disappear. I'll be back.
Changmin watched Yoochun sleep. He felt only slightly less stalker-ish with Yoochun in his bed, sleeping off the pleasure-induced exhaustion that came from multiple orgasms. He trailed his fingertips up Yoochun’s stomach, to his ribs and watched his eyes flutter open. He needed to wake up and get to his job.
“Creeper,” Yoochun said, voice deep and rough with sleep. It made Changmin think dirty thoughts. Not that he had stopped.
Changmin smiled. “Pretty things should be looked at.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and then stretched his arms above his head and yawned. “What time is it?”
“After two.”
“Which means I need to go.”
“Yep. Come back tomorrow?”
Yoochun pondered him with narrowed eyes.
“Bring Yoohwan. I have to work at two in the afternoon, but I’ll make us breakfast.”
“I’ll see if he wants to.”
“Don’t go out tonight,” Changmin all but begged. “Please.”
Yoochun smiled. He put his arms around Changmin’s shoulders and pulled him down for a kiss, one that was well on its way to leading to another round of fucking had Yoochun not pulled away suddenly. He rolled to the side and then stood up, leaving Changmin breathless and turned on, and without a reassurance that Yoochun would not go sell himself.
Changmin had no right to ask or plead. Yoochun needed the money. Changmin was only being selfish.
After a couple minutes, Yoochun returned to the bedroom, still naked, but with his hair pulled away from his face. He fell back into bed and crawled over to Changmin for a few more short kisses.
“Drive me home?”
Changmin smiled. “Okay. Naked?”
Yoochun laughed. “I thought you didn’t want other men to see me naked today.”
Changmin made a face. “Right. Let’s get dressed.”
---
Yoochun did not show up for breakfast. Changmin waited until noon before finally eating himself. He had to go to work.
He went to work, staring down at his phone every few minutes for a text from Yoochun. He hoped he was okay. He thought of sending one and didn’t. He did not want to wait for a reply.
There were problems with editing some of the pre-taped shows. Changmin ended up staying much longer than he thought. He staggered home, drained and depressed. The depression settled deep when he entered his apartment and it was empty.
With a sigh, he had soju for dinner and drank himself to sleep.
---
Two days later, Changmin walked through his front door and dropped his grocery bag in shock.
Yoohwan sat on his couch, looking back at him expectantly. He had a black eye and a split lip, and his shirt was torn. He flushed under Changmin’s gaze and turned away.
“Yoochun-hyung said I could stay here,” he whispered.
Changmin licked his lips to get moisture back into his mouth, and he cleared his throat. “Yes. Of course. I ... sorry. You just surprised me. Do you need anything?”
“Hyung got me some medicine. But I’m ... I ... He said to eat, but I didn’t ... I don’t want ...”
“Yeah. Here.” Changmin picked up his bag and went to his kitchen. “I just bought a lot of vegetables. We can make stir fry if you want.”
“O-okay.” He coughed a few times. Changmin took out a bottle of water and set it on the countertop. Changmin did not know what to say after that. Yoohwan said nothing. The silence was broken by the sizzle of vegetables and tofu, and by Yoohwan coughing every now and then
It wasn’t until the food was done that Changmin cleared his throat and asked, “So what happened?”
Yoohwan shrugged a shoulder, the one bared from his ripped shirt. “Oh, um ... he kind of caught me.”
Changmin stared at him. “Caught you?”
“Yeah.”
“Doing what?”
Yoohwan blushed and stammered. “S-sucking ... suck-sucking off our landlord.”
That Changmin was not expecting. “What?”
Yoohwan rubbed his arms. “Yeah, he um ... I wasn’t expecting him to come home before he had to work the other day and ... I’ve been ... the landlord lets me suck him off to pay for rent, and Yoochun-hyung did not know that because he’s so protective of me and he doesn't have to be. I know he’s selling himself for my medicine, and I just ... wanted ... wanted to help. He doesn’t have to do it by himself.”
Yoohwan’s chest hitched and he put his head on the table. His back shook with coughs.
“Yoochun beat you up?”
“No!” Yoohwan shouted and sat up straight. That was bad for the cough though and he curled over, coughing again. He took a few drinks of water until it passed. “We fought, yes, but just yelling. Or he was yelling. I know he doesn’t want me to do that, but I don’t mind. I just ... I told him I wouldn’t anymore. I promised him. So today ... today, the landlord took his payment with his fists. Hyung told me to come here when he found me. I don’t know what he’s doing now.”
Changmin took out his phone and texted Yoochun’s number. Are you okay? Yoohwan is okay. What’s going on?
There was no reply.
Yoohwan’s body shook with another coughing fit.
“You can shower,” Changmin said. “And sleep. Whatever you want.”
Yoohwan smiled, but did not look at him. “Thanks.”
“For the record. Your brother is right. You shouldn’t have to do that.”
“Neither should he.”
Changmin smiled. “No. Neither of you should.”
“He won’t let me work either. I could find a job. Maybe.”
Changmin nodded. “Maybe. You should. Maybe it will help you get stronger, strengthen your lungs.”
Yoohwan nodded and stood up. “Thank you, Changmin-shi. For ... for helping.”
“You’re welcome. I wish I could help more.”
Changmin watched him disappear into the bathroom. He covered his face with his hands and exhaled. He sent Yoochun another text. I’m worried about you. Please call me.
But Yoochun did not call.
Yoohwan slept on the futon. Changmin slept on the couch and listened to him cough and whimper in his sleep.
---
Two days later, Changmin had enough of the silence. He worried that something was wrong with Yoochun. He worried that he had been hurt. But he also understood. Yoochun was blaming himself. If he was uninjured, then he was hiding. He had taken care of his brother by sending him to Changmin, and now, the little adorable gorgeous breathtaking brat thought that it’d be better if he was gone. It was his fault that Yoohwan felt he needed to pay their landlord with a blow job.
Changmin pulled on a hoody and slipped on his shoes.
“Where are you going, hyung?” Yoohwan whispered.
“To find your brother.”
Yoohwan bit his lip. “You think he’s okay?”
Changmin looked up and smiled at him. “How stubborn is your brother?”
Yoohwan’s lips twitched and then blossomed into a full blown smile. “Very.”
“He’s okay. I happen to know where he works, so I am going to go find him.”
Yoohwan stood up and walked over to him. Changmin stayed tense until Yoohwan hugged him around his middle. Changmin smiled and hugged him back and even pressed a kiss to his soft hair.
“What if you can’t find him?” Yoohwan asked and pulled away enough to look up at him.
Changmin shrugged. “I’ll keep looking.” He ran his hands through Yoohwan’s hair, and Yoohwan smiled, head tilted back. He licked his lips, and swallowed. The column of his neck shifted, and the skin twitched when Changmin trailed his fingers down to his collarbone. The boy was incredibly pretty, just like his brother.
Changmin cleared his throat and attempted to step back, but Yoohwan tightened the grip of his arms, and Changmin did not want to hurt him. Or kiss him. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back.
“Changmin hyung?”
Changmin grunted to show he was listening.
One arm unlatched from his waist, but went into his hair, and Changmin wasn’t expecting it, or the sudden pull. Or the sudden brush of lips on his. He stood frozen, eyes finally open and wide in shock, as Yoohwan pressed their lips together. It was short and forever, and then Yoohwan pulled away with a smirk.
“Don’t tell my brother.” He let go of Changmin and moved away from him.
Changmin retreated, out the door, leaning on it, breathing deeply. He understood Yoohwan too. His brother treated him as something fragile, something about to be broken, but Yoohwan already was broken, just as much as Yoochun, and both of them needed to know that neither was irreparable.
Yoochun needed to stop being a selfish man disguised as protecting his brother. His brother needed to be honest.
Changmin’s lips tingled.
He pushed away from the door and ran down the flights of stairs and out the door to his car. The moonlight burned through a thin layer of clouds and smog. It was almost eleven. Changmin hoped to find Yoochun underneath Micky’s light before someone else picked him up for the night.
---
Micky was not at his light.
Changmin sat down the block and watched the regulars circle. It had been a very long time since he’d last staked out Micky’s light.
Yoochun usually came over to his apartment. Whenever he wanted.
Changmin propped his feet up on the dash and waited, watching as those on feet neared but did not come into the light. As the hours passed, some gave up. But a few, like Changmin persisted. It was unlike Micky to be with a customer this long. Changmin did not think that Micky was coming.
He waited until almost two in the morning before driving away. He’d only been to the brothers’ small apartment once, but he did remember the way to the small parking lot. He got turned around in the bars, drunkards, and hookers, but remembered the bar down a few steps. As soon as he walked through the door, he knew he was in the right place.
The lights were dim, the dancers wild. It all made Changmin’s head spin. He tried to move through the bar, but found himself pushed against the walls, knocked into tables, and twisted onto the dance floor by nameless hands and bodies. There were four doors, and Changmin had no idea which one Yoochun had led him through. With a resigned but determined growl, he went back to the bar.
It was busy, and he ordered bottle of soju, just to keep up pretenses. When the bartender sat it in front of him, he leaned over and shouted over the music, “I’m looking for Micky.”
The man’s eyes twitched in recognition, but he shook his head. “No one works here by that name.”
“Then Yoochun. I need to find Park Yoochun.”
The man crossed his arms, eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“I haven’t seen him in a few days, and his brother and I are worried.”
That caught the man’s attention.
Changmin smiled and drank his soju. The bartender walked down the bar to get more orders. Changmin could be patient.
Almost a half hour (and another bottle of soju later), the man came up to him and said, “Yoohwan is okay?”
Changmin’s smile widened. “Yeah. He’s been staying with me while his brother plays missing. We haven’t heard from him in five days.”
The man frowned and then nodded, to himself. He pointed. “That door, the one with the orange paint strip.”
Changmin turned and looked. He nodded his thanks and left the man a huge tip. He downed the rest of his soju on the way to the door. Leaving the bar, Changmin entered a familiar stairway. He walked up the stairs, onto the roof, through the corner door. The soju made his head spin a bit. He remembered which door was Yoochun’s.
The knob turned, unlocked.
Worried, Changmin opened the door completely, and almost wished he hadn’t.
Yoochun was there, but it was Micky that looked over at him. Micky that had another man’s cock down his throat. Micky that was naked with bruised skin and an empty look in his eyes.
“Excuse you,” the man said, fingers tightening in Micky’s hair.
Changmin finally looked over at him, away from Micky. He smiled and crossed his arms. “Sorry. I have an appointment.”
The man snorted. “With this trash?”
“Trash good enough to suck your dick?”
“Get out before I throw you out.”
“Naw. I’ll watch.”
“Get out.”
Changmin leaned against the doorjamb. “Make me.”
Micky whimpered in protest.
The man pulled away, cock slipping from his lips. He backhanded Micky before he could do anything else and then turned on Changmin. He yanked his sweatpants over his cock.
Changmin took a few deep breaths and relaxed his stance. The man was older, portly, not in shape at all. There was a wildness in his eyes that said he was high on something.
“You fuck with me?” the man slurred. “You fucked.”
Changmin wasn’t sure what that meant, but he did not have time to decipher it. The man charged at him in the small space, and it took only a few punches, a few kicks, and a well placed shove into the wall before the man moaned and sank to the floor, retching.
Changmin left him there and moved over to Micky.
Micky was shaking, and his eyes were dilated, spinning. Drugged. Again. There were fresh welts on his back, bruises on his ribs and face.
“Come home,” Changmin whispered and touched him.
Micky jerked back with a whimper.
Movement in the other corner had Changmin glancing up. The man was on his feet, though not steadily. Blood poured from his nose. Changmin hoped he broke it.
“He’s a whore,” the man said.
Changmin nodded. “True. But he’s my whore. He no longer belongs to you.”
The man spit blood at him and then staggered out the door.
“Chang ... Changmin.”
He looked back down at Yoochun. “Hi, love. You okay?”
Yoochun shook his head. “Hurts.”
“I know.” He didn’t want to leave Yoochun alone, but he also didn’t want to leave all of Yoochun’s things there. Yoohwan had brought only two bags with him, and one of those bags was mostly full of cash.
Savings. Yoohwan had said. For something. To get a real place. He’d saved the rent money and let that man fuck his face instead. Smart, but not something Changmin wanted either brother to do.
“Shit.”
Changmin spun around and saw the bartender leaning against the wall, rubbing his face with his hands. “Sorry. I saw Hyungsaeng stagger bloodied through the bar and came to check on you.”
“Can you help me?” Changmin asked.
The man took a deep breath and nodded. “What do you need me to do?”
Changmin held onto Yoochun while the other followed his directions of packing up the clothes and shoes into garbage bags. He wrapped Yoochun in a blanket and did his best to steady him on his back, piggyback style. Yoochun whimpered, reaching out a hand. Changmin saw a stuffed toy on the ratty futon. The bartender picked it up. A teddy bear with one eye missing. He handed it to Yoochun who pulled it to his face.
Changmin led the way, walking carefully down the stairs, through the club. The bartender followed with a full bag in each hand. It was harder to meander through the early-morning rush of drunk crowds. He moved slow, not wanting to put Yoochun down to rest.
When they got to the quiet of the parking lot, Changmin sighed in relief.
“Thank you so much,” Changmin said to the bartender as he threw the bags into the trunk of Changmin’s car.
“No, just ... take care of him,” the man said and touched the back of Yoochun’s head. “He’s so stubborn.”
Changmin smiled. “I know.”
The bartender pressed a kiss to Yoochun’s neck, the only skin he could see and then turned and left, back the way he had come.
Changmin settled Yoochun in the passenger seat. He curled up with the toy, covered in the blanket, and cried.
Changmin wanted to hold and comfort him, but he needed to get Yoochun home first.
Part 7: Work
Part 5: Courage
Part 4: Understanding
Part 3: Trust
Part 2: Need
Part 1: Concern
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Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to stalk or love or protect.
Summary: Changmin has a fascination with a street boy named Micky, but what will it take for Micky to trust him and follow him to something better?
Warnings: prostitution, small amount of incest, mentions of previous physical and sexual abuse, rape, pedophilia, and violence
Part 6: Safety
Pretty much inspired by this picture:
A/N: I'm going to Las Vegas this weekend to visit family, so don't worry if I disappear. I'll be back.
Changmin watched Yoochun sleep. He felt only slightly less stalker-ish with Yoochun in his bed, sleeping off the pleasure-induced exhaustion that came from multiple orgasms. He trailed his fingertips up Yoochun’s stomach, to his ribs and watched his eyes flutter open. He needed to wake up and get to his job.
“Creeper,” Yoochun said, voice deep and rough with sleep. It made Changmin think dirty thoughts. Not that he had stopped.
Changmin smiled. “Pretty things should be looked at.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes and then stretched his arms above his head and yawned. “What time is it?”
“After two.”
“Which means I need to go.”
“Yep. Come back tomorrow?”
Yoochun pondered him with narrowed eyes.
“Bring Yoohwan. I have to work at two in the afternoon, but I’ll make us breakfast.”
“I’ll see if he wants to.”
“Don’t go out tonight,” Changmin all but begged. “Please.”
Yoochun smiled. He put his arms around Changmin’s shoulders and pulled him down for a kiss, one that was well on its way to leading to another round of fucking had Yoochun not pulled away suddenly. He rolled to the side and then stood up, leaving Changmin breathless and turned on, and without a reassurance that Yoochun would not go sell himself.
Changmin had no right to ask or plead. Yoochun needed the money. Changmin was only being selfish.
After a couple minutes, Yoochun returned to the bedroom, still naked, but with his hair pulled away from his face. He fell back into bed and crawled over to Changmin for a few more short kisses.
“Drive me home?”
Changmin smiled. “Okay. Naked?”
Yoochun laughed. “I thought you didn’t want other men to see me naked today.”
Changmin made a face. “Right. Let’s get dressed.”
---
Yoochun did not show up for breakfast. Changmin waited until noon before finally eating himself. He had to go to work.
He went to work, staring down at his phone every few minutes for a text from Yoochun. He hoped he was okay. He thought of sending one and didn’t. He did not want to wait for a reply.
There were problems with editing some of the pre-taped shows. Changmin ended up staying much longer than he thought. He staggered home, drained and depressed. The depression settled deep when he entered his apartment and it was empty.
With a sigh, he had soju for dinner and drank himself to sleep.
---
Two days later, Changmin walked through his front door and dropped his grocery bag in shock.
Yoohwan sat on his couch, looking back at him expectantly. He had a black eye and a split lip, and his shirt was torn. He flushed under Changmin’s gaze and turned away.
“Yoochun-hyung said I could stay here,” he whispered.
Changmin licked his lips to get moisture back into his mouth, and he cleared his throat. “Yes. Of course. I ... sorry. You just surprised me. Do you need anything?”
“Hyung got me some medicine. But I’m ... I ... He said to eat, but I didn’t ... I don’t want ...”
“Yeah. Here.” Changmin picked up his bag and went to his kitchen. “I just bought a lot of vegetables. We can make stir fry if you want.”
“O-okay.” He coughed a few times. Changmin took out a bottle of water and set it on the countertop. Changmin did not know what to say after that. Yoohwan said nothing. The silence was broken by the sizzle of vegetables and tofu, and by Yoohwan coughing every now and then
It wasn’t until the food was done that Changmin cleared his throat and asked, “So what happened?”
Yoohwan shrugged a shoulder, the one bared from his ripped shirt. “Oh, um ... he kind of caught me.”
Changmin stared at him. “Caught you?”
“Yeah.”
“Doing what?”
Yoohwan blushed and stammered. “S-sucking ... suck-sucking off our landlord.”
That Changmin was not expecting. “What?”
Yoohwan rubbed his arms. “Yeah, he um ... I wasn’t expecting him to come home before he had to work the other day and ... I’ve been ... the landlord lets me suck him off to pay for rent, and Yoochun-hyung did not know that because he’s so protective of me and he doesn't have to be. I know he’s selling himself for my medicine, and I just ... wanted ... wanted to help. He doesn’t have to do it by himself.”
Yoohwan’s chest hitched and he put his head on the table. His back shook with coughs.
“Yoochun beat you up?”
“No!” Yoohwan shouted and sat up straight. That was bad for the cough though and he curled over, coughing again. He took a few drinks of water until it passed. “We fought, yes, but just yelling. Or he was yelling. I know he doesn’t want me to do that, but I don’t mind. I just ... I told him I wouldn’t anymore. I promised him. So today ... today, the landlord took his payment with his fists. Hyung told me to come here when he found me. I don’t know what he’s doing now.”
Changmin took out his phone and texted Yoochun’s number. Are you okay? Yoohwan is okay. What’s going on?
There was no reply.
Yoohwan’s body shook with another coughing fit.
“You can shower,” Changmin said. “And sleep. Whatever you want.”
Yoohwan smiled, but did not look at him. “Thanks.”
“For the record. Your brother is right. You shouldn’t have to do that.”
“Neither should he.”
Changmin smiled. “No. Neither of you should.”
“He won’t let me work either. I could find a job. Maybe.”
Changmin nodded. “Maybe. You should. Maybe it will help you get stronger, strengthen your lungs.”
Yoohwan nodded and stood up. “Thank you, Changmin-shi. For ... for helping.”
“You’re welcome. I wish I could help more.”
Changmin watched him disappear into the bathroom. He covered his face with his hands and exhaled. He sent Yoochun another text. I’m worried about you. Please call me.
But Yoochun did not call.
Yoohwan slept on the futon. Changmin slept on the couch and listened to him cough and whimper in his sleep.
---
Two days later, Changmin had enough of the silence. He worried that something was wrong with Yoochun. He worried that he had been hurt. But he also understood. Yoochun was blaming himself. If he was uninjured, then he was hiding. He had taken care of his brother by sending him to Changmin, and now, the little adorable gorgeous breathtaking brat thought that it’d be better if he was gone. It was his fault that Yoohwan felt he needed to pay their landlord with a blow job.
Changmin pulled on a hoody and slipped on his shoes.
“Where are you going, hyung?” Yoohwan whispered.
“To find your brother.”
Yoohwan bit his lip. “You think he’s okay?”
Changmin looked up and smiled at him. “How stubborn is your brother?”
Yoohwan’s lips twitched and then blossomed into a full blown smile. “Very.”
“He’s okay. I happen to know where he works, so I am going to go find him.”
Yoohwan stood up and walked over to him. Changmin stayed tense until Yoohwan hugged him around his middle. Changmin smiled and hugged him back and even pressed a kiss to his soft hair.
“What if you can’t find him?” Yoohwan asked and pulled away enough to look up at him.
Changmin shrugged. “I’ll keep looking.” He ran his hands through Yoohwan’s hair, and Yoohwan smiled, head tilted back. He licked his lips, and swallowed. The column of his neck shifted, and the skin twitched when Changmin trailed his fingers down to his collarbone. The boy was incredibly pretty, just like his brother.
Changmin cleared his throat and attempted to step back, but Yoohwan tightened the grip of his arms, and Changmin did not want to hurt him. Or kiss him. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back.
“Changmin hyung?”
Changmin grunted to show he was listening.
One arm unlatched from his waist, but went into his hair, and Changmin wasn’t expecting it, or the sudden pull. Or the sudden brush of lips on his. He stood frozen, eyes finally open and wide in shock, as Yoohwan pressed their lips together. It was short and forever, and then Yoohwan pulled away with a smirk.
“Don’t tell my brother.” He let go of Changmin and moved away from him.
Changmin retreated, out the door, leaning on it, breathing deeply. He understood Yoohwan too. His brother treated him as something fragile, something about to be broken, but Yoohwan already was broken, just as much as Yoochun, and both of them needed to know that neither was irreparable.
Yoochun needed to stop being a selfish man disguised as protecting his brother. His brother needed to be honest.
Changmin’s lips tingled.
He pushed away from the door and ran down the flights of stairs and out the door to his car. The moonlight burned through a thin layer of clouds and smog. It was almost eleven. Changmin hoped to find Yoochun underneath Micky’s light before someone else picked him up for the night.
---
Micky was not at his light.
Changmin sat down the block and watched the regulars circle. It had been a very long time since he’d last staked out Micky’s light.
Yoochun usually came over to his apartment. Whenever he wanted.
Changmin propped his feet up on the dash and waited, watching as those on feet neared but did not come into the light. As the hours passed, some gave up. But a few, like Changmin persisted. It was unlike Micky to be with a customer this long. Changmin did not think that Micky was coming.
He waited until almost two in the morning before driving away. He’d only been to the brothers’ small apartment once, but he did remember the way to the small parking lot. He got turned around in the bars, drunkards, and hookers, but remembered the bar down a few steps. As soon as he walked through the door, he knew he was in the right place.
The lights were dim, the dancers wild. It all made Changmin’s head spin. He tried to move through the bar, but found himself pushed against the walls, knocked into tables, and twisted onto the dance floor by nameless hands and bodies. There were four doors, and Changmin had no idea which one Yoochun had led him through. With a resigned but determined growl, he went back to the bar.
It was busy, and he ordered bottle of soju, just to keep up pretenses. When the bartender sat it in front of him, he leaned over and shouted over the music, “I’m looking for Micky.”
The man’s eyes twitched in recognition, but he shook his head. “No one works here by that name.”
“Then Yoochun. I need to find Park Yoochun.”
The man crossed his arms, eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“I haven’t seen him in a few days, and his brother and I are worried.”
That caught the man’s attention.
Changmin smiled and drank his soju. The bartender walked down the bar to get more orders. Changmin could be patient.
Almost a half hour (and another bottle of soju later), the man came up to him and said, “Yoohwan is okay?”
Changmin’s smile widened. “Yeah. He’s been staying with me while his brother plays missing. We haven’t heard from him in five days.”
The man frowned and then nodded, to himself. He pointed. “That door, the one with the orange paint strip.”
Changmin turned and looked. He nodded his thanks and left the man a huge tip. He downed the rest of his soju on the way to the door. Leaving the bar, Changmin entered a familiar stairway. He walked up the stairs, onto the roof, through the corner door. The soju made his head spin a bit. He remembered which door was Yoochun’s.
The knob turned, unlocked.
Worried, Changmin opened the door completely, and almost wished he hadn’t.
Yoochun was there, but it was Micky that looked over at him. Micky that had another man’s cock down his throat. Micky that was naked with bruised skin and an empty look in his eyes.
“Excuse you,” the man said, fingers tightening in Micky’s hair.
Changmin finally looked over at him, away from Micky. He smiled and crossed his arms. “Sorry. I have an appointment.”
The man snorted. “With this trash?”
“Trash good enough to suck your dick?”
“Get out before I throw you out.”
“Naw. I’ll watch.”
“Get out.”
Changmin leaned against the doorjamb. “Make me.”
Micky whimpered in protest.
The man pulled away, cock slipping from his lips. He backhanded Micky before he could do anything else and then turned on Changmin. He yanked his sweatpants over his cock.
Changmin took a few deep breaths and relaxed his stance. The man was older, portly, not in shape at all. There was a wildness in his eyes that said he was high on something.
“You fuck with me?” the man slurred. “You fucked.”
Changmin wasn’t sure what that meant, but he did not have time to decipher it. The man charged at him in the small space, and it took only a few punches, a few kicks, and a well placed shove into the wall before the man moaned and sank to the floor, retching.
Changmin left him there and moved over to Micky.
Micky was shaking, and his eyes were dilated, spinning. Drugged. Again. There were fresh welts on his back, bruises on his ribs and face.
“Come home,” Changmin whispered and touched him.
Micky jerked back with a whimper.
Movement in the other corner had Changmin glancing up. The man was on his feet, though not steadily. Blood poured from his nose. Changmin hoped he broke it.
“He’s a whore,” the man said.
Changmin nodded. “True. But he’s my whore. He no longer belongs to you.”
The man spit blood at him and then staggered out the door.
“Chang ... Changmin.”
He looked back down at Yoochun. “Hi, love. You okay?”
Yoochun shook his head. “Hurts.”
“I know.” He didn’t want to leave Yoochun alone, but he also didn’t want to leave all of Yoochun’s things there. Yoohwan had brought only two bags with him, and one of those bags was mostly full of cash.
Savings. Yoohwan had said. For something. To get a real place. He’d saved the rent money and let that man fuck his face instead. Smart, but not something Changmin wanted either brother to do.
“Shit.”
Changmin spun around and saw the bartender leaning against the wall, rubbing his face with his hands. “Sorry. I saw Hyungsaeng stagger bloodied through the bar and came to check on you.”
“Can you help me?” Changmin asked.
The man took a deep breath and nodded. “What do you need me to do?”
Changmin held onto Yoochun while the other followed his directions of packing up the clothes and shoes into garbage bags. He wrapped Yoochun in a blanket and did his best to steady him on his back, piggyback style. Yoochun whimpered, reaching out a hand. Changmin saw a stuffed toy on the ratty futon. The bartender picked it up. A teddy bear with one eye missing. He handed it to Yoochun who pulled it to his face.
Changmin led the way, walking carefully down the stairs, through the club. The bartender followed with a full bag in each hand. It was harder to meander through the early-morning rush of drunk crowds. He moved slow, not wanting to put Yoochun down to rest.
When they got to the quiet of the parking lot, Changmin sighed in relief.
“Thank you so much,” Changmin said to the bartender as he threw the bags into the trunk of Changmin’s car.
“No, just ... take care of him,” the man said and touched the back of Yoochun’s head. “He’s so stubborn.”
Changmin smiled. “I know.”
The bartender pressed a kiss to Yoochun’s neck, the only skin he could see and then turned and left, back the way he had come.
Changmin settled Yoochun in the passenger seat. He curled up with the toy, covered in the blanket, and cried.
Changmin wanted to hold and comfort him, but he needed to get Yoochun home first.
Part 7: Work
Part 5: Courage
Part 4: Understanding
Part 3: Trust
Part 2: Need
Part 1: Concern
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