Don't Hate Me 17/18
Title: Don't Hate Me 17/18
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?
Poster credit goes to hichanchen. Thank you, darling! ♥♥♥
Yoochun stopped the car in front of Jaejoong’s house. He frowned and looked at both of them cuddling on the back seat.
“I am so glad I’m not you right now,” he said. “Call me later.”
“I will,” Jae replied. He leaned forward and pecked Yoochun’s cheek. “Send up a prayer to that deviant god of ours.”
“Send down a prayer, you mean.”
Jae smiled. “Yeah, that.”
Changmin sighed.
Yoochun reached out and grabbed his arm. “I don’t know if this makes you feel better, but I already see you as a brother, Min.”
Changmin looked at Jaejoong and smiled. “Does that mean you want to fuck me too?”
Yoochun burst out laughing. Jae shook his head.
“I’d love to fuck you, actually, but Jae won’t let me, and he shot down a foursome idea.”
“With good reason!”
“What reason?” Changmin asked.
“I don’t want them touching you.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “That’s not a good reason, hyung.”
“You want me, Minnie-ah?” Yoochun asked with a leer.
He shook his head. “Not really.”
Yoochun pouted and Jae laughed.
“You’re cute and all, Yoochun, but remember who I’m fucking? Best body ever? Ring a bell.”
Yoochun sulked and faced front, arms crossed. “I hate you both. Get out of my car.”
Changmin laughed and leaned forward enough to kiss Yoochun’s cheek. “Thanks, hyung. For helping me.”
“Anytime, and I mean that. I’m always just a phone call away.”
“I know.”
“Especially tonight. You two can crash at my house if things don’t go well.”
“Thanks, Chunnie.”
After Yoochun left, the two stood and stared at the house.
“You ready for this,” Jae said and laced their fingers together.
Changmin scoffed. “Yeah, sure. Should be fun.”
Jae squeezed. They walked hand-in-hand up to the door, and then released each other when Jae opened the front door.
Jae’s mom was pacing the hallway. When the door opened, she turned, breathed out a, “Thank god,” and was hugging Jae. Jae looked beyond her and met Kangwon’s eyes. He glared back.
And then his mom released him and hugged Changmin. “You silly thing. Running out in this weather without a coat or proper shoes.” She cooed at him.
Kangwon stalked down the hall. “Stop babying him. It’s his own fault if he gets sick.”
Changmin stiffened and tried to move away, but his dad grabbed his arm and tugged him through the door. Jae grabbed his other arm, and pulled Changmin back. They had another battle of glares.
“Let him go,” Jae whispered. “He’s old enough to walk on his own.”
Kangwon scoffed and flung Changmin’s arm away. “Living room. Both of you.”
Changmin immediately moved to obey, but Jae stayed where he was, until his mom said, “Come on. We’re a family. We need to talk about this.”
“No, we don’t. He’s not going.”
Kangwon sneered, but when he opened his mouth to say something, Jae’s mom said, “Please, Jae.”
Jae snorted and stalked into the living room. Changmin was sitting on the couch, but when Jae tried to sit next to him, Kangwon said, “You sit over there,” and pointed to the arm chair. Jae shut his eyes as anger rolled through him. When he opened them, he met Changmin’s look and Changmin nodded, eyes begging Don’t make it worse. Please.
He sat on the arm chair.
Kangwon pointed to Changmin. “You are going.”
“No, I’m not,” Changmin replied.
“It’s not up for debate.”
Changmin took a deep breath. “You really want to send me to an all boys’ school?”
“It’s the best one in the country.”
“No, it’s not. Fuck, Dad, if you want me to be challenged, let me take the college entrance exam and attend college courses.”
“You watch your mouth.” He glared at Jaejoong for a moment. “You’re going.”
“Really?” Changmin said, and then he finally looked up. Eyes measured. Face stern. “To an all boys’ school. No girls. Boys. Everywhere.”
Kangwon swallowed.
“It’s a good school, Changmin,” Jae’s mom said. “I’m sure you’ll make a lot of friends, and you’re too young to be thinking about girls anyway.”
Changmin grinned at her. “I know I’d make a lot of friends there.” He glanced back at his dad. “A lot of friends who are boys. Boyfriends.”
Jae was smiling, watching as Kangwon’s face processed that information.
And then Kangwon stalked forward and grabbed Changmin by the shirt, hauling him to his feet. “You said you-”
“I lied,” Changmin said quickly.
Out of nowhere, Kangwon backhanded Changmin. Changmin fell to the couch with a little cry. Jae jerked out of his seat.
“You said you weren’t like that anymore,” Kangwon shouted.
Jae tried to go to Changmin, but Kangwon latched onto his arm and pulled him back. “You stay the fuck away from him.”
The world spun and pain lashed over Jae’s cheekbone.
“How dare you hit him,” his mom shouted.
“He’s a filthy piece of trash that deserves every bit he gets.”
Jae shook his head, trying to clear the fuzziness from it. Something warm dripped down his cheek.
“If you’d raised him right, he wouldn’t have ended up that way-“
“What are you talking about?”
“You son is a fucking faggot.”
Jae’s mom inhaled sharply. She stood arms crossed and said, “So?”
“He’s going to spread it to Changmin.”
“Fuck off, Dad,” Changmin said, pushing himself to his hands. Blood was flowing from his nose. “I’m gay, get over it. I told you I wasn’t because I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
Before Jae could move, Kangwon punched Changmin.
“Min!” Jae shouted and started to move to him whimpering on the ground.
Jae’s mom pulled Kangwon by his arm. “Stop it,” she shouted. “Stop hit-”
Kangwon spun quickly and backhanded her, and she fell to the ground, crying.
Jae’s vision went red, and with a yell he launched himself and Kangwon, digging his shoulder into the other’s stomach. Air left Kangwon in a rush, and then Jae had him pinned, fists landing on his face.
“Don’t you ever fucking lay a hand on my mom again, you stupid bastard!”
“Stop, Jae, stop!”
Arms pulled him back and he fell, away from Kangwon into his mom’s arms. Kangwon rolled away and got to his feet.
“Let him go,” Kangwon mocked. “I’ll beat the gayness out of him.”
Jae’s mom glared at him. “Get out. Now. I told you I would never stand for a man hitting me.”
Kangwon sneered. “Fine. Changmin, let’s go.”
Changmin swallowed and slowly stood up. “No,” he said.
Kangwon’s eyes narrowed. “What?”
“No. I’m not going with you.”
“You little, ungrate-“
“You don’t like me. You don’t like who I am. Why would I go with you?”
“I’m your father, you have to.”
“No. After mom left, I did everything I could so you wouldn’t hate me like she hated me. But it wasn’t enough, I guess. I … I’m gay, Dad. And if you can’t accept that, then I’m not going with you.”
Kangwon took a step toward him, and Jae stepped between them. “Get out of my house,” he snarled. “Now.”
Kangwon looked like he was going to hit him again.
“If you hit him again,” Jae’s mom said, “I’m calling the police. Get out.”
Kangwon glared at the three of them, and then with a growl, he left the room. His footsteps sounded on the stairs, and then five minutes later, the front door slammed, and a car squealed from the parking lot.
And Changmin lost it. Screaming, body going limp. Jae caught him and lowered him to the floor. Changmin beat at his chest.
“Hey, Minnie, it’s okay, baby. I’m here.” Jae kissed his forehead and held him tightly.
Jae’s mom went to the other side of Changmin and hugged him. She gave Jae a look that said you are going to explain yourself later. Jae smiled and continued rocking Changmin, whispering words of praise and encouragement at him.
Jae’s mom waited until Changmin’s crying turned to hiccupping and gasping. “I’ll be right back,” she said and kissed the top of Changmin’s head.
Jae held Changmin tighter. “Minnie?”
Changmin pressed closer to him. “What?”
“You were awesome.”
Changmin scoffed.
“You were. You stood up to him.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you, hyung.”
Jae’s mom came back with wet towels and started wiping at Jae’s face. “Alright. Now. You two. One of you better start talking right now and tell me what the hell is going on.”
Changmin sighed and sat up. Jae’s mom gave the towel to Jae and then turned her attention to Changmin.
“I’m assuming my dad never told you why my mom left?”
“He said they just didn’t get along anymore.”
Changmin scoffed. “It’s because she almost beat me to death for being gay.”
Jae’s mom gasped, and then whispered, “Oh, Baby Min.” She hugged him tightly. “You poor thing.”
“I-I-when he started freaking out about me being gay, I … I just didn’t want him to hate me, so I told him I wasn’t, and he was happy again.”
“You should never feel like you have to hide who you are. I’m really proud of you.”
Changmin tried to smile. “Thanks, Mrs. Kim.”
“Now.” She sat back, crossed her arms and stared at both of them. “Care to explain the rest to me?”
Changmin swallowed and looked at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong smiled. “I caught him jerking off.”
“Hyung!” Changmin shouted, cheeks going bright red, and he buried his face in his hands.
Jae’s mom laughed. “When are you ever going to say no to temptation, Kim Jaejoong?”
Jae smiled. “When I’m dead.” He put his arm around Changmin and pulled him close, kissing his forehead.
Her smile fell and she sighed. “Well, that was a short marriage.”
Jae scoffed. “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry,” Changmin said, voice hitching.
“Whatever for?” she asked. “It’s not your fault.”
“But-“
“No. I will not stay with a man who has hit me.” She stood up. “You-“ she pointed at Jaejoong “-take him upstairs and get cleaned up. I’m going to order take out and make a few phone calls.”
Jae stood and helped him to his feet. His mom cupped Changmin’s cheeks. “Don’t you worry about anything, Changmin. You’ll always be welcome here, in our family. Okay?”
Changmin nodded.
She kissed his cheek. “Now, go and let my son take care of you.” And then she glared at Jaejoong. “And not like that. I want you both at the kitchen table in less than fifteen minutes.”
Changmin blushed again and tried to hide his face.
Jae grinned. “No funny stuff,” he promised.
He led Changmin upstairs, and just outside of the bathroom, Changmin stopped and said, “Will … will you leave me alone for just a minute, hyung?”
Jae frowned and then pushed him far enough away to look at him. Tears were brimming his eyes.
“You have to call Yoochun anyway, and tell him what happened,” Changmin’s voice hitched.
“But-“
“Please, Jae.”
Jae nodded, and touched his cheek. “Five minutes.”
Changmin smiled as he leaned into the touch. “Thanks, hyung.”
Jae leaned forward and pressed their lips together only for a moment. Changmin went into the bathroom. The sound of water in the sink came into hall. Jae knew Changmin had turned it on just so he wouldn’t hear him crying.
Jae sighed and went to his room. He took off Yoochun’s borrowed clothes and dressed in his own. He found his phone, and called Yoochun.
“Well?” Yoochun demanded.
“It wasn’t pretty.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Didn’t expect it to be.”
Jae told him about everything, and Yoochun whistled at the end of it. “Wow. How’s Changmin holding up?”
“He’s doing okay. We might not be in school tomorrow.”
“Okay. Let me know. I’ll come over.”
“Kay.”
“Hey, Jae?”
“Huh?”
“I … you’re the greatest friend anyone could have.”
Jae scoffed. “God, what is that?”
“Fuck off, you are.”
“So are you, Chunnie.” Jae sighed.
“What?”
“It felt weird with Changmin on the roof today. Like … it was wrong. I don’t think I want to share it.”
“Well, now we don’t have to. Now that you two don’t have to hide it from your mom.”
“True. We can bequeath the roof to Changmin when we graduate.”
Yoochun laughed. “God, that’s … kinda lame. Really lame.”
“It’s true though. You know that all we have to do before we leave is say that it’s Changmin’s and everyone will follow it.”
“Yeah. If he doesn’t graduate with us. Kid is brilliant.”
“That he is.”
A door opened down the hall.
“Chunnie, I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay. I love you, you know.”
“I know. I love you.”
“You’re such a fag.”
“You’re my bitch.”
Yoochun laughed and hung up on him.
Jae smiled at his phone and then went to Changmin’s room. Changmin was changing clothes. His eyes were red and puffy. His chest rising and falling in deep gasps. Jae waited until Changmin was dressed and then hugged him close, kissing his cheek.
“Sleep with me tonight,” Jae said.
Changmin swallowed. “But your mom-”
“She’ll understand, Minnie. She’s always understood me better than anyone.”
Changmin bit his lip.
Jae kissed it, startling a gasp out of Changmin. “Don’t do that,” Jae whispered. “I don’t have time to take care of you right now.”
Changmin smiled, and then slowly licked his bottom lip. Jae groaned, and covered the distance between them for a desperate kiss.
“It’s been seventeen minutes, you two! Downstairs now!”
“Fuck,” Jae said and forcefully yanked himself away from Changmin.
Changmin laughed. “See you downstairs, hyung,” he said and walked by him, hand brushing against the hard on tenting Jae’s pants.
Jae whimpered. He had to take many deep breaths before he could leave the room.
Part 18: Relieving pent-up stress
Part 16: Coming to a decision
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?
Poster credit goes to hichanchen. Thank you, darling! ♥♥♥
Yoochun stopped the car in front of Jaejoong’s house. He frowned and looked at both of them cuddling on the back seat.
“I am so glad I’m not you right now,” he said. “Call me later.”
“I will,” Jae replied. He leaned forward and pecked Yoochun’s cheek. “Send up a prayer to that deviant god of ours.”
“Send down a prayer, you mean.”
Jae smiled. “Yeah, that.”
Changmin sighed.
Yoochun reached out and grabbed his arm. “I don’t know if this makes you feel better, but I already see you as a brother, Min.”
Changmin looked at Jaejoong and smiled. “Does that mean you want to fuck me too?”
Yoochun burst out laughing. Jae shook his head.
“I’d love to fuck you, actually, but Jae won’t let me, and he shot down a foursome idea.”
“With good reason!”
“What reason?” Changmin asked.
“I don’t want them touching you.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “That’s not a good reason, hyung.”
“You want me, Minnie-ah?” Yoochun asked with a leer.
He shook his head. “Not really.”
Yoochun pouted and Jae laughed.
“You’re cute and all, Yoochun, but remember who I’m fucking? Best body ever? Ring a bell.”
Yoochun sulked and faced front, arms crossed. “I hate you both. Get out of my car.”
Changmin laughed and leaned forward enough to kiss Yoochun’s cheek. “Thanks, hyung. For helping me.”
“Anytime, and I mean that. I’m always just a phone call away.”
“I know.”
“Especially tonight. You two can crash at my house if things don’t go well.”
“Thanks, Chunnie.”
After Yoochun left, the two stood and stared at the house.
“You ready for this,” Jae said and laced their fingers together.
Changmin scoffed. “Yeah, sure. Should be fun.”
Jae squeezed. They walked hand-in-hand up to the door, and then released each other when Jae opened the front door.
Jae’s mom was pacing the hallway. When the door opened, she turned, breathed out a, “Thank god,” and was hugging Jae. Jae looked beyond her and met Kangwon’s eyes. He glared back.
And then his mom released him and hugged Changmin. “You silly thing. Running out in this weather without a coat or proper shoes.” She cooed at him.
Kangwon stalked down the hall. “Stop babying him. It’s his own fault if he gets sick.”
Changmin stiffened and tried to move away, but his dad grabbed his arm and tugged him through the door. Jae grabbed his other arm, and pulled Changmin back. They had another battle of glares.
“Let him go,” Jae whispered. “He’s old enough to walk on his own.”
Kangwon scoffed and flung Changmin’s arm away. “Living room. Both of you.”
Changmin immediately moved to obey, but Jae stayed where he was, until his mom said, “Come on. We’re a family. We need to talk about this.”
“No, we don’t. He’s not going.”
Kangwon sneered, but when he opened his mouth to say something, Jae’s mom said, “Please, Jae.”
Jae snorted and stalked into the living room. Changmin was sitting on the couch, but when Jae tried to sit next to him, Kangwon said, “You sit over there,” and pointed to the arm chair. Jae shut his eyes as anger rolled through him. When he opened them, he met Changmin’s look and Changmin nodded, eyes begging Don’t make it worse. Please.
He sat on the arm chair.
Kangwon pointed to Changmin. “You are going.”
“No, I’m not,” Changmin replied.
“It’s not up for debate.”
Changmin took a deep breath. “You really want to send me to an all boys’ school?”
“It’s the best one in the country.”
“No, it’s not. Fuck, Dad, if you want me to be challenged, let me take the college entrance exam and attend college courses.”
“You watch your mouth.” He glared at Jaejoong for a moment. “You’re going.”
“Really?” Changmin said, and then he finally looked up. Eyes measured. Face stern. “To an all boys’ school. No girls. Boys. Everywhere.”
Kangwon swallowed.
“It’s a good school, Changmin,” Jae’s mom said. “I’m sure you’ll make a lot of friends, and you’re too young to be thinking about girls anyway.”
Changmin grinned at her. “I know I’d make a lot of friends there.” He glanced back at his dad. “A lot of friends who are boys. Boyfriends.”
Jae was smiling, watching as Kangwon’s face processed that information.
And then Kangwon stalked forward and grabbed Changmin by the shirt, hauling him to his feet. “You said you-”
“I lied,” Changmin said quickly.
Out of nowhere, Kangwon backhanded Changmin. Changmin fell to the couch with a little cry. Jae jerked out of his seat.
“You said you weren’t like that anymore,” Kangwon shouted.
Jae tried to go to Changmin, but Kangwon latched onto his arm and pulled him back. “You stay the fuck away from him.”
The world spun and pain lashed over Jae’s cheekbone.
“How dare you hit him,” his mom shouted.
“He’s a filthy piece of trash that deserves every bit he gets.”
Jae shook his head, trying to clear the fuzziness from it. Something warm dripped down his cheek.
“If you’d raised him right, he wouldn’t have ended up that way-“
“What are you talking about?”
“You son is a fucking faggot.”
Jae’s mom inhaled sharply. She stood arms crossed and said, “So?”
“He’s going to spread it to Changmin.”
“Fuck off, Dad,” Changmin said, pushing himself to his hands. Blood was flowing from his nose. “I’m gay, get over it. I told you I wasn’t because I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
Before Jae could move, Kangwon punched Changmin.
“Min!” Jae shouted and started to move to him whimpering on the ground.
Jae’s mom pulled Kangwon by his arm. “Stop it,” she shouted. “Stop hit-”
Kangwon spun quickly and backhanded her, and she fell to the ground, crying.
Jae’s vision went red, and with a yell he launched himself and Kangwon, digging his shoulder into the other’s stomach. Air left Kangwon in a rush, and then Jae had him pinned, fists landing on his face.
“Don’t you ever fucking lay a hand on my mom again, you stupid bastard!”
“Stop, Jae, stop!”
Arms pulled him back and he fell, away from Kangwon into his mom’s arms. Kangwon rolled away and got to his feet.
“Let him go,” Kangwon mocked. “I’ll beat the gayness out of him.”
Jae’s mom glared at him. “Get out. Now. I told you I would never stand for a man hitting me.”
Kangwon sneered. “Fine. Changmin, let’s go.”
Changmin swallowed and slowly stood up. “No,” he said.
Kangwon’s eyes narrowed. “What?”
“No. I’m not going with you.”
“You little, ungrate-“
“You don’t like me. You don’t like who I am. Why would I go with you?”
“I’m your father, you have to.”
“No. After mom left, I did everything I could so you wouldn’t hate me like she hated me. But it wasn’t enough, I guess. I … I’m gay, Dad. And if you can’t accept that, then I’m not going with you.”
Kangwon took a step toward him, and Jae stepped between them. “Get out of my house,” he snarled. “Now.”
Kangwon looked like he was going to hit him again.
“If you hit him again,” Jae’s mom said, “I’m calling the police. Get out.”
Kangwon glared at the three of them, and then with a growl, he left the room. His footsteps sounded on the stairs, and then five minutes later, the front door slammed, and a car squealed from the parking lot.
And Changmin lost it. Screaming, body going limp. Jae caught him and lowered him to the floor. Changmin beat at his chest.
“Hey, Minnie, it’s okay, baby. I’m here.” Jae kissed his forehead and held him tightly.
Jae’s mom went to the other side of Changmin and hugged him. She gave Jae a look that said you are going to explain yourself later. Jae smiled and continued rocking Changmin, whispering words of praise and encouragement at him.
Jae’s mom waited until Changmin’s crying turned to hiccupping and gasping. “I’ll be right back,” she said and kissed the top of Changmin’s head.
Jae held Changmin tighter. “Minnie?”
Changmin pressed closer to him. “What?”
“You were awesome.”
Changmin scoffed.
“You were. You stood up to him.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you, hyung.”
Jae’s mom came back with wet towels and started wiping at Jae’s face. “Alright. Now. You two. One of you better start talking right now and tell me what the hell is going on.”
Changmin sighed and sat up. Jae’s mom gave the towel to Jae and then turned her attention to Changmin.
“I’m assuming my dad never told you why my mom left?”
“He said they just didn’t get along anymore.”
Changmin scoffed. “It’s because she almost beat me to death for being gay.”
Jae’s mom gasped, and then whispered, “Oh, Baby Min.” She hugged him tightly. “You poor thing.”
“I-I-when he started freaking out about me being gay, I … I just didn’t want him to hate me, so I told him I wasn’t, and he was happy again.”
“You should never feel like you have to hide who you are. I’m really proud of you.”
Changmin tried to smile. “Thanks, Mrs. Kim.”
“Now.” She sat back, crossed her arms and stared at both of them. “Care to explain the rest to me?”
Changmin swallowed and looked at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong smiled. “I caught him jerking off.”
“Hyung!” Changmin shouted, cheeks going bright red, and he buried his face in his hands.
Jae’s mom laughed. “When are you ever going to say no to temptation, Kim Jaejoong?”
Jae smiled. “When I’m dead.” He put his arm around Changmin and pulled him close, kissing his forehead.
Her smile fell and she sighed. “Well, that was a short marriage.”
Jae scoffed. “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry,” Changmin said, voice hitching.
“Whatever for?” she asked. “It’s not your fault.”
“But-“
“No. I will not stay with a man who has hit me.” She stood up. “You-“ she pointed at Jaejoong “-take him upstairs and get cleaned up. I’m going to order take out and make a few phone calls.”
Jae stood and helped him to his feet. His mom cupped Changmin’s cheeks. “Don’t you worry about anything, Changmin. You’ll always be welcome here, in our family. Okay?”
Changmin nodded.
She kissed his cheek. “Now, go and let my son take care of you.” And then she glared at Jaejoong. “And not like that. I want you both at the kitchen table in less than fifteen minutes.”
Changmin blushed again and tried to hide his face.
Jae grinned. “No funny stuff,” he promised.
He led Changmin upstairs, and just outside of the bathroom, Changmin stopped and said, “Will … will you leave me alone for just a minute, hyung?”
Jae frowned and then pushed him far enough away to look at him. Tears were brimming his eyes.
“You have to call Yoochun anyway, and tell him what happened,” Changmin’s voice hitched.
“But-“
“Please, Jae.”
Jae nodded, and touched his cheek. “Five minutes.”
Changmin smiled as he leaned into the touch. “Thanks, hyung.”
Jae leaned forward and pressed their lips together only for a moment. Changmin went into the bathroom. The sound of water in the sink came into hall. Jae knew Changmin had turned it on just so he wouldn’t hear him crying.
Jae sighed and went to his room. He took off Yoochun’s borrowed clothes and dressed in his own. He found his phone, and called Yoochun.
“Well?” Yoochun demanded.
“It wasn’t pretty.”
Yoochun scoffed. “Didn’t expect it to be.”
Jae told him about everything, and Yoochun whistled at the end of it. “Wow. How’s Changmin holding up?”
“He’s doing okay. We might not be in school tomorrow.”
“Okay. Let me know. I’ll come over.”
“Kay.”
“Hey, Jae?”
“Huh?”
“I … you’re the greatest friend anyone could have.”
Jae scoffed. “God, what is that?”
“Fuck off, you are.”
“So are you, Chunnie.” Jae sighed.
“What?”
“It felt weird with Changmin on the roof today. Like … it was wrong. I don’t think I want to share it.”
“Well, now we don’t have to. Now that you two don’t have to hide it from your mom.”
“True. We can bequeath the roof to Changmin when we graduate.”
Yoochun laughed. “God, that’s … kinda lame. Really lame.”
“It’s true though. You know that all we have to do before we leave is say that it’s Changmin’s and everyone will follow it.”
“Yeah. If he doesn’t graduate with us. Kid is brilliant.”
“That he is.”
A door opened down the hall.
“Chunnie, I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Okay. I love you, you know.”
“I know. I love you.”
“You’re such a fag.”
“You’re my bitch.”
Yoochun laughed and hung up on him.
Jae smiled at his phone and then went to Changmin’s room. Changmin was changing clothes. His eyes were red and puffy. His chest rising and falling in deep gasps. Jae waited until Changmin was dressed and then hugged him close, kissing his cheek.
“Sleep with me tonight,” Jae said.
Changmin swallowed. “But your mom-”
“She’ll understand, Minnie. She’s always understood me better than anyone.”
Changmin bit his lip.
Jae kissed it, startling a gasp out of Changmin. “Don’t do that,” Jae whispered. “I don’t have time to take care of you right now.”
Changmin smiled, and then slowly licked his bottom lip. Jae groaned, and covered the distance between them for a desperate kiss.
“It’s been seventeen minutes, you two! Downstairs now!”
“Fuck,” Jae said and forcefully yanked himself away from Changmin.
Changmin laughed. “See you downstairs, hyung,” he said and walked by him, hand brushing against the hard on tenting Jae’s pants.
Jae whimpered. He had to take many deep breaths before he could leave the room.
Part 18: Relieving pent-up stress
Part 16: Coming to a decision
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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