Don't Hate Me 16/?
Title: Don't Hate Me 16/?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun BFF-ery with benefits
Rating: eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: Mine? Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Damn it.
Warnings: ... um, possible incest and a tiny bit of pedophilia if you really want to think of it that way
Summary: Senior year of high school, Jaejoong's mom gets married. But a new, quiet step-brother isn't going to distract Jaejoong from what's important. Right?
A/N: I will try to finish this tomorrow! It will be 17 or 18 parts.
Poster credit goes to hichanchen. Thank you, darling! ♥♥♥
It felt like forever, but was less than ten minutes, when Yoochun returned, pulling a shivering Changmin behind him.
“Min!” Jae shouted and jumped from the bed. He gathered Changmin against him and kissed shaking lips over and over. “God, I was worried. Where did you go? What did your dad say?”
“Hey, Jae. Let him warm up a bit,” Yoochun said, prying Jaejoong away.
“Dry. You need dry clothes,” Jae said.
“You need clothes,” Yoochun said, and turned to Junsu. “Finally wanted to see what it was like, so you got my best friend naked?”
Junsu smirked. “Felt him up, we had a quickie, and now I know why you’re with me.”
Yoochun laughed.
Jae’s attention never left Changmin. He pulled soaked clothes from his body. He pressed his bare skin against Changmin’s, running his hands up and down his back.
“This would be like free porn under other circumstances,” Yoochun said.
Changmin blushed and ducked his head to Jae’s shoulder.
A blanket wrapped around them, and then Yoochun gave them a gentle shove. “Come on. To the bed.”
After some shifting and a few elbows in stomachs, they all ended up curled up on the bed, Changmin somehow in the middle, flush against Jaejoong skin. Junsu and Yoochun were on either side of him, not under the blanket, and had one arm wrapped around his back.
“What’s wrong, Minnie?” Jae asked, kissing his head.
Changmin took a deep breath. “Dad’s sending me to Jonghin.”
“What?” Jae practically screeched.
“What is Jonghin?” Junsu asked.
“A private school,” Jae answered, “for really smart students. In Busan.”
“Busan?” Yoochun and Junsu said at once.
“He … he says I’m leaving in two weeks.” Changmin buried his face into Jae’s chest and started crying.
Jae tightened his arms around him.
“Fuck,” Junsu said.
“Did he say why?”
Changmin shook his head.
“Fuck,” Jae said and held Changmin more tightly.
“I won’t go, hyung, I won’t.”
After a sigh, Jae said, “It’d be better for you.”
Changmin leaned his head up. Gasping through tears. “You want me to leave?”
“Of course not, but you’re smart, Min. You’re being held back at our high school. It’s not challenging enough for you.”
“That’s what my dad said,” he said and lay back against Jae’s chest.
The sound of Changmin’s panicky breathing filled the silence.
“So now what?” Junsu asked.
“I don’t want to go home,” Changmin whispered.
“You don’t have to,” Yoochun said quickly. “It’s only eight. You can stay for a couple hours. Should we watch a movie?”
“Porn,” Junsu said. “Live porn. Those two are still naked.”
Changmin scoffed. “Do you guys ever think of anything but sex?” he asked and licked Jae’s pierced nipple.
Jae jerked in surprise, and then moaned when Changmin sucked on it. “Fuck, Min. Stop it.”
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Yoochun said.
Changmin chuckled, but stopped. Jae was gasping.
“No,” Junsu said, “to answer your question. But look. It distracted you for a moment.”
“Yeah.”
“Sex is good for that.”
Yoochun’s phone rang, and he frowned as he looked at the display. “Oh, wait. That’s your home number,” Yoochun said and handed it to Jaejoong.
“Probably my mom,” Jae said and answered it.
“God, where are you, young man?” his mom demanded.
“Yoochun’s obviously.”
“Don’t get smart with me. I’m worried sick about you. Is Changmin with you?”
“Yes.”
“Thank god.”
“Mom, why is Kangwon sending Changmin to Busan for school?”
“Changmin’s too smart for-”
“There are schools for smart kids in Seoul.”
“He said he was going to look into those, too.”
“Well, he told Changmin he’s leaving for Busan in two weeks.”
“Oh.”
There was silence, and then Jae asked, “Why does Kangwon suddenly disapprove of me?”
“I asked him, and all he’ll say is you’re bad influence, and he doesn’t want Changmin falling down that road again.”
“What road?”
“He didn’t say, just that Changmin was kind of a terror a few years ago.”
“Oh, god, Mom. Changmin? Sweet, adorable, perfect son Changmin?”
“Hard to believe.”
Jae scoffed and shook his head. He met Changmin’s eyes and then it dawned on him. “Mom, does Kangwon know I’m bisexual?”
“Who doesn’t?” she asked with a laugh.
“When did he find out?”
“Oh, while we were in Hong Kong. I told him about walking in on you and Yoochun when you were fifteen.”
“Fuck.”
“Excuse me.”
“Nothing, Mom. Hey, we’re going to hang out at Yoochun’s for awhile until Changmin calms down.”
“Okay. Be safe.”
“We will.”
Jae disconnected. He looked at them and then said, “Well, we have our answer now.”
“What?” Yoochun asked.
“Kangwon keeps glaring at me, and he told Changmin to stay away from me. I bet it’s because I’m bisexual. He didn’t find out until they were in Hong Kong.”
“Bastard,” Junsu said. “I’m assuming he doesn’t know you’re gay.” He ran his hand over Changmin’s shoulder.
Changmin shook his head. “I … “ and then he shut his mouth and buried back into Jae’s chest.
“Do you want me to tell them?” Jae whispered.
Changmin nodded, so Jae told them about why Changmin’s mom left and how Changmin lied to his dad about being gay. “So he thinks it was just a phase.”
“Fuck, Min,” Yoochun said and kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that so young.”
“But hyung, this makes no sense,” Changmin said and lifted his head.
“What?”
“Jonghin is a boys’ school. All boys.”
Yoochun started laughing.
Jae smacked his shoulder.
“Sorry, but that is too funny. Throwing your recovering-from-gayness son into a school of all boys?”
Jae nodded. “I retract my previous statement. You are not going to that school. You’d find a cute boyfriend and leave me.”
Changmin tried to smile.
Someone shouted Yoochun’s name through the house. Yoochun groaned, and rose from the pile of limbs. “Fuck, seriously, we could have gotten off at least one more time before my parents got home. I bribed Yoohwan to keep his mouth shut about you two being here. We don’t need my mom going all overprotective on Changmin right now.”
His mom called for him again.
“Come on, Su. Let’s leave these two alone for a moment.”
“They’re going to come on your bed again,” Junsu warned.
“No, we’re not,” Changmin said. “I’m not in the mood.”
“In that case, you have my permission,” Yoochun said, and they left the room.
Changmin and Jaejoong lay in silence. Changmin kept shaking, little bursts that made Jae hold him a bit tighter.
“I don’t want to go. I won’t,” Changmin muttered over and over.
Jae didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure that Changmin had a choice.
“Make me forget, hyung, just … for a little while, please.”
Their eyes met. Changmin was close to tears again. Jae leaned down and kissed him. Changmin made a noise of pain, and then deepened the kiss. He crawled up Jaejoong’s body and straddled his lap.
Jae pushed him away. “Stop, Min.”
Changmin pouted, but not in the cute way that drove Jae crazy. His eyes were too panicked, his body too stiff.
“Sorry, Min, but this won’t help anything.”
“So?”
Jae leaned forward and kissed him slow, calm. “Just try to calm down, okay? We’ll go home. You’ll talk to your dad. I’m sure my mom is talking to him right now, because she wasn’t aware that he’d already made the decision. But you need to be rational about it. Logical.”
Changmin shivered. “I’m going to have to tell him I’m gay, aren’t I?”
“Probably.”
“Oh my god, hyung, I can’t. I can’t. He’s going to be so mad, and fuck. He’ll blame you, you know.”
“I know.”
“Shit, shit, shit.”
“Min-“
“Shit, and fuck and-”
Jae kissed him again. Kissed him until his breath calmed a bit.
“He’s going to hate me, hyung.”
“Then he doesn’t deserve you as a son.”
Changmin looked at him carefully. “Would your father have accepted you, as gay, I mean?”
Jae looked up and sighed. “Mom says he would have, but … I don’t know. I try really hard not to disappoint him.”
“So you know how I feel. He used to frown at me with this desperate crazed look in his eyes when I used to say I thought a guy was cute, like a celebrity or someone in a magazine. And one day I said a girl was pretty, and he about had an aneurism. He was so excited.” Changmin bit his lip. “I didn’t want him to be upset with me. I still don’t, but god, hyung, I don’t want to go to Busan.”
“He won’t send you to an all boys’ school if you tell him you’re gay.”
Changmin scoffed. “Yeah, probably not. Should we tell them about us?”
“Not unless we have to.”
“Will your mom approve?”
“I don’t know. Probably not. She’s seeing you as her new baby boy.”
Changmin shivered. “I’m not used to being the dongsaeng, you know.” His breath hitched.
“What?”
“I miss my sister.”
“How old is she?”
“Twelve, now. Two years younger. She cried and cried and cried when Mom told her that she had to leave. She wanted to stay with me.”
Jae held him tightly as his body shook again.
“I can’t even send her cards because I don’t know where she lives. Dad knows, but he said that he promised my mom that I wouldn’t ever know. I’ve tried to find out, but he doesn’t have contact with them either. He blames me for their divorce.”
“It’s not your fault, Min.”
“Logically, I know that. But it’s hard to convince myself of that.”
They settled into silence, with Changmin curled back in his chest. Jae ran soothing hands up and down his back.
“I-“ Changmin sighed and started again. “This is have been so great, Jae. Really. I just … is it corny to thank you for the great sex and stuff?”
“Just a little bit.”
Changmin buried deeper into Jae’s body.
Jae chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “But thank you. You’ve … well, yeah.”
Changmin scoffed. “Yeah, corny.”
“Told you.”
“Thanks, hyung.”
I love you stuck in the back of Jaejoong’s throat. He only said that to Yoochun and his mom. He didn’t know Changmin well enough, he couldn’t look at him and know what he was thinking, he couldn’t touch him and know how that inch of skin tasted. He hadn’t laughed with him, laughed so hard that his abs hurt the next day. He hadn’t gotten drunk and melancholy and spilled his secrets. He hadn’t held Changmin while he clawed at his skin asking for answers to unanswerable questions.
It was definitely too soon for those words.
The door opened, and the one person he did love walked into the room.
“I’m surprised you two aren’t fucking,” Yoochun said.
“He said no,” Changmin said.
Yoochun scoffed. “Next time he says no, just rape him. He won’t mind.”
“Where’s Junsu?” Jae asked.
“He went home.” Yoochun sat on the bed and touched Changmin’s shoulder. “You okay, Min?”
Changmin nodded. “Yeah, for now.”
“Will you drive us home?” Jae asked.
“Yeah. You need to get some clothes on though.”
“Never thought I’d hear the day that Yoochun preferred me dressed.”
Yoochun laughed. “I’ve dropped you off naked in front of your house enough times in my life.”
Changmin burst out laughing. “What?”
“He’s kidding.”
“Am not.”
“Don’t, Chunnie.”
“Don’t what? Tell him about the time that we got so fucking drunk that in the morning we were naked and our clothes were a pile of ash in the backyard?”
Changmin laughed harder.
“Shut up, Chunnie.”
“Oh, man. Min. It was awesome. I locked my keys in the house so we had to go to his house, and man, it was noon, and two of his sisters were in the yard, and refused to get us clothes. We had to run across his lawn naked. I’m pretty sure his sisters have pictures of it.”
“I hate you,” Jae said and got out of the bed. He stalked over to Yoochun’s closet.
“You’re so lucky, Min,” Yoochun said with a wistful sigh. “Best body in the entire world and you get to fuck it.”
Jae turned around with a raised eyebrow. They were both staring at him with lust in their eyes.
“What about Junsu?” Changmin asked.
“He has a nice ass. God, does he have a nice ass. And yeah, a nice body, but man, Jaejoong’s-”
“Shut up, Yoochun.” Jae pulled on a pair of jeans.
“Actually, if you put Junsu’s ass on Jaejoong’s body, then it’d be perfect.”
Changmin laughed.
Jae threw a pair of shorts at his head. “Get dressed.”
“I can’t wait to hear more stories.”
“Oh, man, Min, there are so many. This other time, we’d just gotten done with these two girls, and we passed out, but then they were all mad at us, so they stole our clothes-”
Jaejoong threw a shoe at him, but he caught it and laughed. “God, that was great. We had to run through the neighborhood naked. Luckily it was like four in the morning, but his mom was up waiting for him, and-”
“God, Yoochun, shut up.”
Part 17: Standing up
Part 15: Revealing some things
Part 14: Dealing without you
Part 13: Stretching Out Time
Part 12: Making amends
Part 11: Fighting to Understand
Part 10: Fucking ... yeah, fucking
Part 9: Solving Stupid Problems
Part 8: Hitting your Face
Part 7: Protecting What's Mine
Part 6: Thrusting Into Insanity
Part 5: Kissing away your Tears
Part 4: Moaning Into Kisses
Part 3: Succumbing to the Pressure
Part 2: Trying to Hold Back
Part 1: Getting to Know You
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun BFF-ery with benefits
Rating: eventual NC-17
Disclaimer: Mine? Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Damn it.
Warnings: ... um, possible incest and a tiny bit of pedophilia if you really want to think of it that way
Summary: Senior year of high school, Jaejoong's mom gets married. But a new, quiet step-brother isn't going to distract Jaejoong from what's important. Right?
A/N: I will try to finish this tomorrow! It will be 17 or 18 parts.
Poster credit goes to hichanchen. Thank you, darling! ♥♥♥
It felt like forever, but was less than ten minutes, when Yoochun returned, pulling a shivering Changmin behind him.
“Min!” Jae shouted and jumped from the bed. He gathered Changmin against him and kissed shaking lips over and over. “God, I was worried. Where did you go? What did your dad say?”
“Hey, Jae. Let him warm up a bit,” Yoochun said, prying Jaejoong away.
“Dry. You need dry clothes,” Jae said.
“You need clothes,” Yoochun said, and turned to Junsu. “Finally wanted to see what it was like, so you got my best friend naked?”
Junsu smirked. “Felt him up, we had a quickie, and now I know why you’re with me.”
Yoochun laughed.
Jae’s attention never left Changmin. He pulled soaked clothes from his body. He pressed his bare skin against Changmin’s, running his hands up and down his back.
“This would be like free porn under other circumstances,” Yoochun said.
Changmin blushed and ducked his head to Jae’s shoulder.
A blanket wrapped around them, and then Yoochun gave them a gentle shove. “Come on. To the bed.”
After some shifting and a few elbows in stomachs, they all ended up curled up on the bed, Changmin somehow in the middle, flush against Jaejoong skin. Junsu and Yoochun were on either side of him, not under the blanket, and had one arm wrapped around his back.
“What’s wrong, Minnie?” Jae asked, kissing his head.
Changmin took a deep breath. “Dad’s sending me to Jonghin.”
“What?” Jae practically screeched.
“What is Jonghin?” Junsu asked.
“A private school,” Jae answered, “for really smart students. In Busan.”
“Busan?” Yoochun and Junsu said at once.
“He … he says I’m leaving in two weeks.” Changmin buried his face into Jae’s chest and started crying.
Jae tightened his arms around him.
“Fuck,” Junsu said.
“Did he say why?”
Changmin shook his head.
“Fuck,” Jae said and held Changmin more tightly.
“I won’t go, hyung, I won’t.”
After a sigh, Jae said, “It’d be better for you.”
Changmin leaned his head up. Gasping through tears. “You want me to leave?”
“Of course not, but you’re smart, Min. You’re being held back at our high school. It’s not challenging enough for you.”
“That’s what my dad said,” he said and lay back against Jae’s chest.
The sound of Changmin’s panicky breathing filled the silence.
“So now what?” Junsu asked.
“I don’t want to go home,” Changmin whispered.
“You don’t have to,” Yoochun said quickly. “It’s only eight. You can stay for a couple hours. Should we watch a movie?”
“Porn,” Junsu said. “Live porn. Those two are still naked.”
Changmin scoffed. “Do you guys ever think of anything but sex?” he asked and licked Jae’s pierced nipple.
Jae jerked in surprise, and then moaned when Changmin sucked on it. “Fuck, Min. Stop it.”
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Yoochun said.
Changmin chuckled, but stopped. Jae was gasping.
“No,” Junsu said, “to answer your question. But look. It distracted you for a moment.”
“Yeah.”
“Sex is good for that.”
Yoochun’s phone rang, and he frowned as he looked at the display. “Oh, wait. That’s your home number,” Yoochun said and handed it to Jaejoong.
“Probably my mom,” Jae said and answered it.
“God, where are you, young man?” his mom demanded.
“Yoochun’s obviously.”
“Don’t get smart with me. I’m worried sick about you. Is Changmin with you?”
“Yes.”
“Thank god.”
“Mom, why is Kangwon sending Changmin to Busan for school?”
“Changmin’s too smart for-”
“There are schools for smart kids in Seoul.”
“He said he was going to look into those, too.”
“Well, he told Changmin he’s leaving for Busan in two weeks.”
“Oh.”
There was silence, and then Jae asked, “Why does Kangwon suddenly disapprove of me?”
“I asked him, and all he’ll say is you’re bad influence, and he doesn’t want Changmin falling down that road again.”
“What road?”
“He didn’t say, just that Changmin was kind of a terror a few years ago.”
“Oh, god, Mom. Changmin? Sweet, adorable, perfect son Changmin?”
“Hard to believe.”
Jae scoffed and shook his head. He met Changmin’s eyes and then it dawned on him. “Mom, does Kangwon know I’m bisexual?”
“Who doesn’t?” she asked with a laugh.
“When did he find out?”
“Oh, while we were in Hong Kong. I told him about walking in on you and Yoochun when you were fifteen.”
“Fuck.”
“Excuse me.”
“Nothing, Mom. Hey, we’re going to hang out at Yoochun’s for awhile until Changmin calms down.”
“Okay. Be safe.”
“We will.”
Jae disconnected. He looked at them and then said, “Well, we have our answer now.”
“What?” Yoochun asked.
“Kangwon keeps glaring at me, and he told Changmin to stay away from me. I bet it’s because I’m bisexual. He didn’t find out until they were in Hong Kong.”
“Bastard,” Junsu said. “I’m assuming he doesn’t know you’re gay.” He ran his hand over Changmin’s shoulder.
Changmin shook his head. “I … “ and then he shut his mouth and buried back into Jae’s chest.
“Do you want me to tell them?” Jae whispered.
Changmin nodded, so Jae told them about why Changmin’s mom left and how Changmin lied to his dad about being gay. “So he thinks it was just a phase.”
“Fuck, Min,” Yoochun said and kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that so young.”
“But hyung, this makes no sense,” Changmin said and lifted his head.
“What?”
“Jonghin is a boys’ school. All boys.”
Yoochun started laughing.
Jae smacked his shoulder.
“Sorry, but that is too funny. Throwing your recovering-from-gayness son into a school of all boys?”
Jae nodded. “I retract my previous statement. You are not going to that school. You’d find a cute boyfriend and leave me.”
Changmin tried to smile.
Someone shouted Yoochun’s name through the house. Yoochun groaned, and rose from the pile of limbs. “Fuck, seriously, we could have gotten off at least one more time before my parents got home. I bribed Yoohwan to keep his mouth shut about you two being here. We don’t need my mom going all overprotective on Changmin right now.”
His mom called for him again.
“Come on, Su. Let’s leave these two alone for a moment.”
“They’re going to come on your bed again,” Junsu warned.
“No, we’re not,” Changmin said. “I’m not in the mood.”
“In that case, you have my permission,” Yoochun said, and they left the room.
Changmin and Jaejoong lay in silence. Changmin kept shaking, little bursts that made Jae hold him a bit tighter.
“I don’t want to go. I won’t,” Changmin muttered over and over.
Jae didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure that Changmin had a choice.
“Make me forget, hyung, just … for a little while, please.”
Their eyes met. Changmin was close to tears again. Jae leaned down and kissed him. Changmin made a noise of pain, and then deepened the kiss. He crawled up Jaejoong’s body and straddled his lap.
Jae pushed him away. “Stop, Min.”
Changmin pouted, but not in the cute way that drove Jae crazy. His eyes were too panicked, his body too stiff.
“Sorry, Min, but this won’t help anything.”
“So?”
Jae leaned forward and kissed him slow, calm. “Just try to calm down, okay? We’ll go home. You’ll talk to your dad. I’m sure my mom is talking to him right now, because she wasn’t aware that he’d already made the decision. But you need to be rational about it. Logical.”
Changmin shivered. “I’m going to have to tell him I’m gay, aren’t I?”
“Probably.”
“Oh my god, hyung, I can’t. I can’t. He’s going to be so mad, and fuck. He’ll blame you, you know.”
“I know.”
“Shit, shit, shit.”
“Min-“
“Shit, and fuck and-”
Jae kissed him again. Kissed him until his breath calmed a bit.
“He’s going to hate me, hyung.”
“Then he doesn’t deserve you as a son.”
Changmin looked at him carefully. “Would your father have accepted you, as gay, I mean?”
Jae looked up and sighed. “Mom says he would have, but … I don’t know. I try really hard not to disappoint him.”
“So you know how I feel. He used to frown at me with this desperate crazed look in his eyes when I used to say I thought a guy was cute, like a celebrity or someone in a magazine. And one day I said a girl was pretty, and he about had an aneurism. He was so excited.” Changmin bit his lip. “I didn’t want him to be upset with me. I still don’t, but god, hyung, I don’t want to go to Busan.”
“He won’t send you to an all boys’ school if you tell him you’re gay.”
Changmin scoffed. “Yeah, probably not. Should we tell them about us?”
“Not unless we have to.”
“Will your mom approve?”
“I don’t know. Probably not. She’s seeing you as her new baby boy.”
Changmin shivered. “I’m not used to being the dongsaeng, you know.” His breath hitched.
“What?”
“I miss my sister.”
“How old is she?”
“Twelve, now. Two years younger. She cried and cried and cried when Mom told her that she had to leave. She wanted to stay with me.”
Jae held him tightly as his body shook again.
“I can’t even send her cards because I don’t know where she lives. Dad knows, but he said that he promised my mom that I wouldn’t ever know. I’ve tried to find out, but he doesn’t have contact with them either. He blames me for their divorce.”
“It’s not your fault, Min.”
“Logically, I know that. But it’s hard to convince myself of that.”
They settled into silence, with Changmin curled back in his chest. Jae ran soothing hands up and down his back.
“I-“ Changmin sighed and started again. “This is have been so great, Jae. Really. I just … is it corny to thank you for the great sex and stuff?”
“Just a little bit.”
Changmin buried deeper into Jae’s body.
Jae chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “But thank you. You’ve … well, yeah.”
Changmin scoffed. “Yeah, corny.”
“Told you.”
“Thanks, hyung.”
I love you stuck in the back of Jaejoong’s throat. He only said that to Yoochun and his mom. He didn’t know Changmin well enough, he couldn’t look at him and know what he was thinking, he couldn’t touch him and know how that inch of skin tasted. He hadn’t laughed with him, laughed so hard that his abs hurt the next day. He hadn’t gotten drunk and melancholy and spilled his secrets. He hadn’t held Changmin while he clawed at his skin asking for answers to unanswerable questions.
It was definitely too soon for those words.
The door opened, and the one person he did love walked into the room.
“I’m surprised you two aren’t fucking,” Yoochun said.
“He said no,” Changmin said.
Yoochun scoffed. “Next time he says no, just rape him. He won’t mind.”
“Where’s Junsu?” Jae asked.
“He went home.” Yoochun sat on the bed and touched Changmin’s shoulder. “You okay, Min?”
Changmin nodded. “Yeah, for now.”
“Will you drive us home?” Jae asked.
“Yeah. You need to get some clothes on though.”
“Never thought I’d hear the day that Yoochun preferred me dressed.”
Yoochun laughed. “I’ve dropped you off naked in front of your house enough times in my life.”
Changmin burst out laughing. “What?”
“He’s kidding.”
“Am not.”
“Don’t, Chunnie.”
“Don’t what? Tell him about the time that we got so fucking drunk that in the morning we were naked and our clothes were a pile of ash in the backyard?”
Changmin laughed harder.
“Shut up, Chunnie.”
“Oh, man. Min. It was awesome. I locked my keys in the house so we had to go to his house, and man, it was noon, and two of his sisters were in the yard, and refused to get us clothes. We had to run across his lawn naked. I’m pretty sure his sisters have pictures of it.”
“I hate you,” Jae said and got out of the bed. He stalked over to Yoochun’s closet.
“You’re so lucky, Min,” Yoochun said with a wistful sigh. “Best body in the entire world and you get to fuck it.”
Jae turned around with a raised eyebrow. They were both staring at him with lust in their eyes.
“What about Junsu?” Changmin asked.
“He has a nice ass. God, does he have a nice ass. And yeah, a nice body, but man, Jaejoong’s-”
“Shut up, Yoochun.” Jae pulled on a pair of jeans.
“Actually, if you put Junsu’s ass on Jaejoong’s body, then it’d be perfect.”
Changmin laughed.
Jae threw a pair of shorts at his head. “Get dressed.”
“I can’t wait to hear more stories.”
“Oh, man, Min, there are so many. This other time, we’d just gotten done with these two girls, and we passed out, but then they were all mad at us, so they stole our clothes-”
Jaejoong threw a shoe at him, but he caught it and laughed. “God, that was great. We had to run through the neighborhood naked. Luckily it was like four in the morning, but his mom was up waiting for him, and-”
“God, Yoochun, shut up.”
Part 17: Standing up
Part 15: Revealing some things
Part 14: Dealing without you
Part 13: Stretching Out Time
Part 12: Making amends
Part 11: Fighting to Understand
Part 10: Fucking ... yeah, fucking
Part 9: Solving Stupid Problems
Part 8: Hitting your Face
Part 7: Protecting What's Mine
Part 6: Thrusting Into Insanity
Part 5: Kissing away your Tears
Part 4: Moaning Into Kisses
Part 3: Succumbing to the Pressure
Part 2: Trying to Hold Back
Part 1: Getting to Know You
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