Piano Lessons 15/15
Title: Piano Lessons 15/15
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun, Yunho/Jaejoong and minor Junsu/FC
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make Yoochun play the piano naked.
Summary: It's the last year of high school, and Changmin doesn't expect it to be any different than the previous three. And then he finds out that Park Yoochun plays the piano. Tickling the ivories never felt this good.
A/N: Yes, this fic is finally over. I am so sorry for the long wait. I hope it's worth it. And before you start asking, yes, there will be an epilogue!!!
This story is in first person, told from Changmin's POV.
Chapter 15: sunshine rainbows and ... cock rings? yes, please
I fell asleep in class, for the first time in my entire educational career.
Kibum nudged me awake right before the end of class. “You alright?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. Just a late night last night.”
Kibum grinned. “With who?”
“Not like that.”
“Sure.”
The bell rang and I slowly gathered my things. Yoochun met me right outside the door.
“God,” I said, “don’t you ever go to class?”
He shrugged. “No. Are you coming to Yunho’s today?”
“No. I have to go talk to my mom before my dad gets home from work.”
“You’re more snarky than usual today,” he said with a frown.
I opened my mouth to snap at him again, and then closed it. “Sorry. I’m really tired.”
He put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed briefly before letting go. “Want a ride home? I still have the keys to Jaejoong’s car.”
“Still?”
“Yunho takes him everywhere now.”
We stopped at our lockers, and then headed out of the school. We met up with the other three and Yoochun explained that I had to go talk to my mom.
“Good luck, Min,” Jae and Yunho said at once, and then they met each other’s eyes and both laughed.
I rolled my eyes.
Junsu clapped me on the back. “Don’t stress too much, Changmin,” he said. “If they don’t let you, then they don’t, but the important thing is that you went and tried. You know you can do it. We know you can do it. The modeling people know you can do it.”
“Thanks, Su.”
“So profound,” Yoochun said with an eye roll.
“At least he’s trying,” I snapped, and then winced. “God, Yoochun, I’m sorry.”
Yoochun smiled and hugged me. “It’s okay, baby. Let’s go.”
“You being good to my car?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun smirked. “About as good as Yunho is being to you.”
Jae’s laughed. “Good.”
Yoochun waited until we were in the parking lot and then he laced our fingers together. “I can’t wait until I can just hold your hand and kiss you whenever I want.”
I sighed. “That’d be nice.”
Yoochun drove silently. He didn’t go directly to my house, but pulled the car into the parking lot of a park. There were a few people there, but none in the little corner of pavement where Yoochun parked.
“I wanted a kiss,” Yoochun said as explanation.
I tugged on his tie, and he leaned across the console. Our lips met and molded, tongues reaching. My fingers tightened around the tie and all the built of anxiety turned to barely concealed lust.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
“Yeah.”
“Hand job?”
I unbuttoned my pants and shoved them and boxers past my knees.
He chuckled. “Pretty quick.”
“I need to learn how to get naked fast,” I replied with a smirk.
Yoochun looked around us and then grabbed my hard cock, stroking it fast. Our lips met again. I tangled one hand in his hair and the other gripped the knot of his tie. He whimpered. Pleasure clouded my vision, pulled my breath from me in quick gasps. He broke away from my lips and before I could comprehend what he was doing, his tongue wrapped around the head of my cock.
“Fuck, Chunnie!” I bucked up into his mouth and he whimpered in need.
Moments later, hands pulling his hair, I came in his mouth. He sucked me dry, and with one more swipe across the slit of my cock, he lifted up. Come dripped form his lower lip, and I swooped forward and licked it up.
“Relaxed now?” he asked, kissing across my cheek.
“A bit. What about you?” I reached down and grabbed his hard cock.
He smirked. “Well, this talk with your mom goes one of two ways. She says yes, and you fuck me in absolute joy, or she says no, and you fuck out your frustrations on my ass. Either way, I win.”
I rolled my eyes. “God, you’re a bastard sometimes.”
He laughed and kissed me again. “I love you, Min.”
“I love you.”
Yoochun sat back in the driver’s seat and I straightened my clothes as he drove away from the park. Our fingers entwined over the stick shift until he missed a gear and then he slapped my hand away.
“Jae will kill me if I hurt his transmission.”
I smiled and settled my hand on his thigh instead.
After he stopped in front of my house, he turned serious. “Look, Min. Be firm, okay? I … I know that I’m not the best example for standing up for what is good for me. I let my family walk all over me until I met you, but you don’t need that. You shouldn’t have to do that.”
“I can’t go in there and say, hey I’m doing this.”
“I know, but …” He shook his head. “Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
“I love you.” He looked like he wanted a kiss again, but it wasn’t worth the risk.
“I love you. I’ll call you as soon as I get this figured out.”
“You better.”
I climbed out of the car, backpack slung over my shoulder.
“Head high, Minnie,” Yoochun called after me. I flipped him off for good measure, but walked into my house with my head up.
“Home so soon?” my mom questioned from the kitchen.
“Um. Yeah,” I said, and then headed up the stairs.
“Problems with your friends?” she asked, coming after me.
“No.”
“Are you hungry, dear?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll make you a snack.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I hurried to the safety of my room, leaning against the closed door to take a few deep breaths.
I quickly changed into a t-shirt and jeans and then took the parental consent form out of my drawer. With a deep breath, I left the room and went to the kitchen.
“Hey, Mom. Can I …” I sighed.
She turned and frowned. “What’s wrong, Minnie baby?”
I held out the form for her. She took it and after only reading a little bit her eyes went wide. “What is this?”
“Yesterday… yesterday, I went into town and had a modeling audition with Purple Line Talent Agency and they loved me and they want me to model, but I need parental consent.”
Her lips pursed into a thin line. “Your father will not agree to this.”
“I know.”
I couldn’t breathe as she read through the form.
“Who offered this to you?”
I handed her YongWoo’s card. She immediately telephoned him.
“Hello, this is Shim Changmin’s mother. What is the meaning of this? … Yes, but he’s going to be a lawyer. … He wants to be a lawyer.”
I winced, and looked down. Her eyes narrowed at me.
“I simply cannot understand … Yes, he is. … Yes, he is. … Yes, I know that. … No. I will have him call you later.”
She hung up the phone and turned her glare to me. She put the paper on the island between us and crossed her arms.
“I cannot lie about something like this to your father,” she said.
I looked away, and tried to swallow the lump in my throat.
“YongWoo says you’re talented, that you show great potential for modeling, but you are going to be a lawyer.”
“I don’t want to be a lawyer,” I practically shouted. “Father wants me to be a lawyer. You want me to be a lawyer. You know what I want? I want to be a teenager. I want to get drunk and make out with my boyfriend. I want to drive really fast and have Yoochun teach me how to smoke cigarettes. That’s what I want.”
Her eyes softened. “I know, Minnie baby. I know.”
I sat hard at the table. “I just … I don’t want to do this anymore, Mom. There so much pressure on me to be perfect. Why can’t I just be normal?”
“You think modeling is normal? You’ll have twice as much pressure, trying to keep up with your school work. And smoking? Really?”
I smiled. “Okay, so I wouldn’t start smoking, but … I have friends, Mom. For the first time in my life, I have friends. I didn’t really care before, content to walk through life and just get it over with, but Yoochun …”
His mom smiled. “Trust me when I say I know, Minnie. You have more confidence, and anyone that looks at you can tell, but you can’t do this. I can’t sign that without talking to your father about it, and he will not agree.”
I sighed and put my head in my arms. “I know.”
She ruffled my hair. “And remember, you’ll be eighteen soon, and then you can do it.”
“YongWoo says he won’t have an opening in February.”
“Then you’ll just have to try somewhere else, won’t you? Here. Eat.”
She placed a bowl of ramen in front of me and I grudgingly ate the noodles. I took my phone out and turned it on and sent Yoochun a text.
smarter_than_you = no go =
PianoMicky + :( fuck +
smarter_than_you = come and pick me up? =
PianoMicky + I’ll be there in ten minutes +
“Can I go over to Yunho’s?” I asked as I put the empty bowl in the sink.
“Yes. I know you’re upset, Minnie,” she said and hugged me, “but I want you to know that I am very proud of you.”
I snorted. “Yeah. Okay.”
“I am. You’re going to be a great lawyer.”
“No, I’m not,” I said and left the kitchen without clarifying that.
Yunho was right. I didn’t want to be a lawyer. And I’d be miserable for the rest of my life if I became one. I left the house and waited by the sidewalk for Yoochun to show up. While I was waiting, I a text to Junsu, since he was the most supportive before.
bigSuButt ~ sucks, bro, life can’t always be sunshine and rainbows, even if you’re gay~
bigSuButt ~ but you tried, and you can always do it later. You’re still sexy, but don’t tell the others I said that ~
smarter_than_you = sorry, I’m taken =
bigSuButt ~ ass ~
smarter_than_you = your ass =
bigSuButt ~ that doesn’t even make sense ~
smarter_than_you = neither does your ass, really? How can a straight guy have an ass like that? =
bigSuButt ~ you gay boys can’t get everything you want ~
bigSuButt ~ though I’m about to. Gotta go stick it somewhere ~
smarter_than_you = you’re such a slut =
bigSuButt ~ :) ~
Next was Yunho.
gae_for_Jae ^ tough luck, bro ^
smarter_than_you = yeah, sucks =
gae_for_Jae ^ come over after Yoochun is done with you, we’ll have a video game marathon ^
smarter_than_you = okay =
And two seconds later, Jaejoong texted.
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ MINNIE!! *hugs* ♥
smarter_than_you = I’m okay =
smarter_than_you = you need to change your name; it’s too long
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ you lie, but Yoochun will make you feel better ♥
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ I like my name. It’s prophetic. ♥
smarter_than_you = don’t need prophecy to know you’re so gay =
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ yes, yes, yes ♥
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ you know we love you, Min, you’re awesome. I’m really glad you decided to be Yoochun’s friend ♥
smarter_than_you = me too =
A horn honked and I pushed away from the tree I was leaning on.
smarter_than_you = He’s here. I’ll see you later =
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ fuck him hard ♥
smarter_than_you = he won’t be able to walk tomorrow, I promise =
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ YAY! ♥
“Who are you texting?” Yoochun asked as I climbed into the car.
“Your BFF Jae,” I replied.
Yoochun was still in his school clothes, but his tie was loose and shirt half unbuttoned. I reached over and snagged the end of the tie in my fingers.
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ forgot, I know you two are all kinky and stuff ♥
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ there’s a baggie in the glove box, you may enjoy the contents if you wish ♥
I read that message to Yoochun. His eyes went wide, and he reached around me and opened the glove box.
“Oh, fucking sweet,” Yoochun said, and then slammed it shut again before I could look in.
“What?”
Yoochun laughed. “We are going to the Loft now. You’ll see.”
While he drove, I called YongWoo.
After some pleasantries, I said, “I’m sorry, Yongwoo-shi.”
“No, Changmin it’s alright. I’m going to keep these pictures here, add them to our portfolio. They’re really good shots. Keep the products I gave you, and work out. In February, come and see me I’ll try to find a place for you.”
“Thank you, Yongwoo-shi.”
“Not a problem, but now I have to go tell Heechul that his new favorite model isn’t going to be a model. God, that guy is such a drama queen.”
“Good luck.”
“You, too, Changmin. Study hard.”
“I will.”
“Fighting.”
I laughed and we ended the call.
Yoochun took my hand a few moments later, brought up to his lips and kissed my knuckles.
“Um, not a girl,” I said even as I fought to keep the smile off my face.
Yoochun laughed. He held my hand all the way to the Loft. He took a bag from the backseat, and then grabbed the mysterious item from the glove box.
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Up.”
He walked to the far side of the cliff’s edge and then disappeared. I followed after him. There was a crevice in the rock, and he was using natural hand and footholds to pull himself up it.
“You’re insane,” I said.
He smiled down at me. “It’s not that high, coward. It’s an easy climb.”
“Would you stop calling me a coward, bastard?” I asked and started to climb after him.
Yoochun laughed.
My foot got stuck in a crack for only a moment and then I was pulling myself up onto a ledge overlooking the entire valley. Yoochun was already lounging on a blanket and devouring the contents of a plastic container.
“Jae made us dinner. Here.”
I sat next to Yoochun and ignored the offered dish. I took the one from his hands, and he pouted at me. I scooped up a bite of noodles and offered it to him.
“Now you’re just being corny.”
“Then you should like it even more. Eat.”
Yoochun smiled and closed his mouth around the bite, wrapping his tongue around the loose noodles. He moaned, lips pressed around the chopsticks. Our eyes locked as I slowly withdrew them. By the fourth bite, I was already hard.
“Are you going to eat anything?” he asked.
“I ate some ramen right before you picked me up, but I figure I’ll swallow something later. Are you full?” I asked.
“Not yet,” he replied with a leer.
“God, and you call me corny.”
Yoochun chuckled. I let him take the bowl and set it on the ground. I stopped him from kissing me, and ignored his pout.
“What was in the bag in the glove box?”
His smile widened. “Oh, just something to make the evening more interesting.”
“Yoochun. You’re not getting an evening until you tell me.”
He groped my crotch. “Oh really?”
“Yes, really. I can tie your hands behind your back and stroke off without you.”
A shiver ran through his body. “Come on my face?”
I smirked. “No.”
“How about I kiss you for a bit, and then when the time is right, I show you what was in the bag?”
Before he could react, I lunged forward and pinned him to the ground. He struggled only enough to make it look like he was trying, and then let me pin his hands above his head with one hand. The other I stuck into his pocket and fished for the plastic baggy, making sure to squeeze his balls and grope his cock in my search. Prize found, I yanked it out and then stared. My mouth watered, and my cock hardened in the confines of my jeans.
A cock ring, a bottle of lube, and small blue beads. Anal beads.
I stared down at him. He smirked at me. I put the baggy on the ground and then with my free hand I pulled at his school tie until one end was long, the other still in a noose.
“God, I love that look in your eyes,” Yoochun said with a shiver.
I ignored him, and tugged on the tie until the loop was in his mouth. I tightened it and then stretched the long end and bound his hands together. He moaned, eyes rolling back as he tried to thrust his body into mine.
I twisted a nipple through his shirt. “Be good,” I said through his muffled cry.
His eyes were dark with lust, perfect teeth clamped around the makeshift gag in his mouth. I took my time undressing him, kissing every bit of skin I revealed as I unbuttoned his school shirt.
“I want you naked,” I whispered, “but I guess I should have waited to bind your hands.”
I unbuttoned his pants, and pushed down on his hard cock with my palm. He moaned, eyes shutting.
“And I guess I don’t need all of you naked.”
I held his hips, fingers curling into the waistband of his pants. As I leaned over him to kiss his neck, his legs wrapped around me. I almost protested, then instead, ground my body into his, pinning him. He moaned, trying to press up.
While thrusting almost imperceptibly against him, I bit his neck and collar bones, leaving deep purple hickys and bite marks. He was shuddering, and recognizing the signs of an imminent orgasm, I stopped and kneeled.
He whimpered.
I shoved my hands into his boxers and pulled out his cock. He was so hard, and the head was wet. I licked him once, pulling an agonized moan from him.
"Can't have you coming already," I said, lips brushing the soft head.
I found the discarded baggy and took out the cock ring. I'd seen enough porn over the last few weeks to know how to use one. I had no desire to ever have one on me (I liked coming), but Yoochun's gaze smoldered when he saw it. I snapped it on. Yoochun's eyes shut with a hiss. I went back to my task and left a trail of purple marks over his chest. I stopped at his nipple and sucked and played with it until it was red and hot.
A steady stream of whimpers left Yoochun’s mouth, and his body slowly covered with sweat.
I once again pushed my hips into his, scraping my jeans over his bare cock.
He shouted something and his body shook with a dry orgasm, eyes rolling back. And then he went limp. I chuckled and kissed the side of his mouth, just above the gag.
“All through?”
He whimpered and thrust his hips up. I rocked against his body again. My own orgasm was fast approaching. This was too fucking hot. Too much, god. Yoochun was gorgeous.
I climbed over his body and straddled his chest. I unbuttoned my jeans and released my cock, sighing from the sudden lack of too much pressure. With fingers of one hand hooked around the base, I stroked.
Yoochun whimpered.
I watched his eyes as they watched my hand. And I knew that if he could lick his lips, he would have.
“You’re gorgeous all tied up and needy,” I said.
My orgasm built quickly and unconsciously I thrust into my own hand. Precome dribbled onto Yoochun’s collar bones.
“Didn’t you say you wanted come on your face?” I asked, labored.
Yoochun jerked and nodded, more whimpers of need and a word that sounded like “please” through the gag.
Everything tightened in my stomach. My thighs shook and I fell forward, my cock sliding on Yoochun’s cheek. He moaned and tried to arch his neck up. I thought of his lips around my cock, his throat around it, my hands holding his head while I fucked his face, and with a shout of his name, I came, covering his cheeks and nose and eyes and the tie in come. After a short breath, I pushed myself back to my knees. Yoochun was biting at the gag, trying to lick the come up from it.
It made me laugh. “Eager bastard. Luckily for you, so am I.”
I pulled his pants and boxers off. With a pinch on his thigh, I said, “Hands and knees.”
With the tie being used as a gag and a restraint, Yoochun had some problems, but when he was finally situated, nothing much mattered. He was on his knees, but couldn’t get his hands right to support him, so his head was lowered, ass in the air.
I undressed behind him, aware of his eager, interested gaze.
There was only one way I could think of to get rid of it. I brought my hand back and spanked him.
He cried out and begged for more with a shake of his ass. I spanked him again, and then again on the other cheek. Over and over until his cheeks were pink. I rubbed my body against his.
“You okay, Chunnie?” I asked, letting a bit of concern leak into my voice.
He whimpered and thrust back into my body.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” I said.
He chuckled and did it again. I gripped his cheeks, spread them wide and dropped down to lick at his entrance. He moaned, thrusting back against my face. After only a few licks, I pulled away and ignored his whine of disappointment.
I reached for the baggy again and took out the bottle of lube. I thought briefly of prepping Yoochun first, but decided against it. I poured a puddle of lube into my palm, and then rolled the anal toy around it.
I pushed the first bead against his pink hole, rotating it slowly, stretching the ring of muscles. Yoochun cried out, trying to thrust back against it. I tsked at him, swatting his hip, and he stilled with a whimper. The first bead popped into him. I played with his hole with the second bead, twisting it, pushing it half in and then out again.
Yoochun was a mess, hands clutching the loose part of the tie. He moaned when the second bead entered him. With no preamble, I forced the third and fourth into his body.
“Yoochun,” I said, just loud enough to permeate the lust and moans surrounding him.
He looked back at him, eyes dark and needy. I leaned forward and licked his hole, around the connecting plastic string. He cried out again, thrusting back. I hooked the last bead into my mouth. Using my tongue, I pushed it into his body, my tongue following right behind.
Yoochun practically screamed. I continued licking him, fucking him with my tongue. Feeling evil, I reached around his hip and grabbed his rock hard cock. He cried out, back arching as I stroked the sensitive skin. Almost immediately, his body shook with another dry orgasm. His body looked on the verge of collapse, so I moved quickly and kneeled behind him, grabbing his hips. The ring at the end of the toy jerked as Yoochun’s hole clenched around the beads. Precome leaked from my cock, and I spread it up and down his crack, letting the head breach him for a moment before pulling back out.
The whimpers had turned to guttural moans and whines.
I looped the end of the toy around my finger and slowly pulled. I thought of playing as I took the beads out, but honestly, I wanted to fuck him. Yoochun thrust back as each bead popped from his hole. I tossed the toy away as soon as it was free and then covered my cock in lube.
“Hope you’re ready for me,” I whispered and then without waiting for an answer, I thrust into him all at once. His head rose off the ground, back bowing as he screamed in pleasure. But there wasn’t enough slack in the tie to hold himself up and he again fell to the blanket. He looked back at me, and I wondered if he even saw me.
His eyes shut with a moan as I fucked him harder.
He wasn’t prepared enough, at least, not for a normal round of sex, but nothing about this was normal for us. His body was tight, clenching and releasing, shivering and shuddering. And once again, I could feel my orgasm coming too soon, too fast. I wanted to be in Yoochun’s ass forever.
I reached around his hip again, and after only a few strokes of my hand on his weeping cock, I released the cock ring. He screamed, body frozen as I pumped in and out of him, and then a violent shuddered wracked his body and everything was too tight, too much, way too much, and I shut my eyes, mouth open, Yoochun’s name falling from my lips as I filled him full of come.
We collapsed, Yoochun whimpering, trying to cuddle up to me. It took me a few long minutes before I could move and undo the tie on his wrist. I pulled it out of mouth. He still had come on his face, so when he moved in to kiss me, I stopped him and licked it off his nose and chin and cheeks.
He chuckled. Voice harsh, he said, “That was fucking amazing.”
I smiled. “Yeah.
Our lips met in a heavy kiss. And then Yoochun shivered as a breeze blew across our little cliff. I wrapped us up in the blanket. Yoochun settled on his side, head at my shoulder.
“Love you,” he whispered.
“I love you,” I replied and kissed his head.
We watched the sun drop closer to the horizon, throwing red rays through the pollution congesting Seoul.
“So what are you going to do?” Yoochun whispered.
I wanted to make a flippant comment about fucking him again, but I knew what he meant, and I could hear the concern in his voice.
“I don’t know. I can’t do anything on my own until I’m eighteen.”
“You’re going to have a lot of fights with your father before then.”
“Probably.”
“Come live at Yunho’s,” Yoochun said.
I laughed. “That’d be fun, but it’s not going to happen.”
“Nope.”
“What about you?” I asked. “What are you going to do?”
This time Yoochun sighed. “I don’t know. Finish school. Try to go to college, I guess.”
“Yeah. You know what would be really cool?”
“Huh?”
“If you went around town to like clubs and stuff and played the piano. Got some gigs for it. You’re amazing enough.”
“Jaejoong has been trying to get me to do that since he found out I play the piano.”
“Well, now we’re both going to pester you and you should know by now that when we gang up on you, you stand no chance.”
Yoochun chuckled. “The joy of having supportive friends.”
“Yeah.”
Yoochun propped up and stared at me, eyes searching mine. I didn’t know what he’d find. I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out. Yoochun seemed to know everything about me even without me telling him.
“Are you happy?” he whispered.
I grinned, and couldn’t help the smart ass remark that slipped through my lips. “Post-coital happiness is the best.”
“Bastard. I meant in general. In life.”
“I don’t know,” I said with a soft smile. I touched his cheek, and he leaned into the touch. “I’m happy with you. I’m happy studying and learning new things. I’m happy when I’m eating, and I’m happy when I’m with the guys.”
“But not completely?”
“Is anyone ever completely happy?”
“Post-coital,” he said and laughed with me. He snuggled back into my hold.
“Are you happy?” I asked.
His body froze. “Sometimes,” he finally replied.
I left it at that. Sometimes. I wondered what it would take for me to extremely happy. And how, as a seventeen year old, did I even know what happiness was? For me, with Yoochun lying next to me and the smell of come in the air, nothing could have made me happier. But tomorrow, when real life presented itself again, when I had to be Shim Changmin, brilliant student? I knew that I could still be smart, and still be happy.
“Hey, Chunnie?”
“Huh?”
“Thank you.”
He propped up and looked at me again. “For what?”
I smiled and kissed him. “Making me happy, post-coital and the other kind, too.”
Yoochun laughed. “You’re welcome.”
I pulled on his body until he was straddling my waist. The blanket fell away from us. “Let me thank you properly.”
He smiled and leaned down and kissed me.
Epilogue: sometime in the near future
Chapter 14 - do my little turn on the catwalk
Chapter 13 - i knew this would be more fun
Chapter 12 - performing arts or performing acts? i'll take the latter
Chapter 11 - … oh, right, because I haven’t had a boyfriend in my entire high school career
Chapter 10 - can you please tell me why I haven’t spent my entire high school experience doing this?
Chapter 9 - things come to a head, yes, that kind of head
Chapter 8 - things come to a head, no, not that kind of head
Chapter 7 - Whirlwinds of WTF-ery
Chapter 6 - not so much talking
Chapter 5 - talking is really overrated
Chapter 4 - written notes, math notes, class notes, music notes ... whatever
Chapter 3 - at least i'm better at math than he is
Chapter 2 - oh my god, something else he's good at
Chapter 1 - so he is good at something besides looking good?
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun, Yunho/Jaejoong and minor Junsu/FC
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make Yoochun play the piano naked.
Summary: It's the last year of high school, and Changmin doesn't expect it to be any different than the previous three. And then he finds out that Park Yoochun plays the piano. Tickling the ivories never felt this good.
A/N: Yes, this fic is finally over. I am so sorry for the long wait. I hope it's worth it. And before you start asking, yes, there will be an epilogue!!!
This story is in first person, told from Changmin's POV.
Chapter 15: sunshine rainbows and ... cock rings? yes, please
I fell asleep in class, for the first time in my entire educational career.
Kibum nudged me awake right before the end of class. “You alright?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. Just a late night last night.”
Kibum grinned. “With who?”
“Not like that.”
“Sure.”
The bell rang and I slowly gathered my things. Yoochun met me right outside the door.
“God,” I said, “don’t you ever go to class?”
He shrugged. “No. Are you coming to Yunho’s today?”
“No. I have to go talk to my mom before my dad gets home from work.”
“You’re more snarky than usual today,” he said with a frown.
I opened my mouth to snap at him again, and then closed it. “Sorry. I’m really tired.”
He put his arm around my shoulders and squeezed briefly before letting go. “Want a ride home? I still have the keys to Jaejoong’s car.”
“Still?”
“Yunho takes him everywhere now.”
We stopped at our lockers, and then headed out of the school. We met up with the other three and Yoochun explained that I had to go talk to my mom.
“Good luck, Min,” Jae and Yunho said at once, and then they met each other’s eyes and both laughed.
I rolled my eyes.
Junsu clapped me on the back. “Don’t stress too much, Changmin,” he said. “If they don’t let you, then they don’t, but the important thing is that you went and tried. You know you can do it. We know you can do it. The modeling people know you can do it.”
“Thanks, Su.”
“So profound,” Yoochun said with an eye roll.
“At least he’s trying,” I snapped, and then winced. “God, Yoochun, I’m sorry.”
Yoochun smiled and hugged me. “It’s okay, baby. Let’s go.”
“You being good to my car?” Jaejoong asked.
Yoochun smirked. “About as good as Yunho is being to you.”
Jae’s laughed. “Good.”
Yoochun waited until we were in the parking lot and then he laced our fingers together. “I can’t wait until I can just hold your hand and kiss you whenever I want.”
I sighed. “That’d be nice.”
Yoochun drove silently. He didn’t go directly to my house, but pulled the car into the parking lot of a park. There were a few people there, but none in the little corner of pavement where Yoochun parked.
“I wanted a kiss,” Yoochun said as explanation.
I tugged on his tie, and he leaned across the console. Our lips met and molded, tongues reaching. My fingers tightened around the tie and all the built of anxiety turned to barely concealed lust.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
“Yeah.”
“Hand job?”
I unbuttoned my pants and shoved them and boxers past my knees.
He chuckled. “Pretty quick.”
“I need to learn how to get naked fast,” I replied with a smirk.
Yoochun looked around us and then grabbed my hard cock, stroking it fast. Our lips met again. I tangled one hand in his hair and the other gripped the knot of his tie. He whimpered. Pleasure clouded my vision, pulled my breath from me in quick gasps. He broke away from my lips and before I could comprehend what he was doing, his tongue wrapped around the head of my cock.
“Fuck, Chunnie!” I bucked up into his mouth and he whimpered in need.
Moments later, hands pulling his hair, I came in his mouth. He sucked me dry, and with one more swipe across the slit of my cock, he lifted up. Come dripped form his lower lip, and I swooped forward and licked it up.
“Relaxed now?” he asked, kissing across my cheek.
“A bit. What about you?” I reached down and grabbed his hard cock.
He smirked. “Well, this talk with your mom goes one of two ways. She says yes, and you fuck me in absolute joy, or she says no, and you fuck out your frustrations on my ass. Either way, I win.”
I rolled my eyes. “God, you’re a bastard sometimes.”
He laughed and kissed me again. “I love you, Min.”
“I love you.”
Yoochun sat back in the driver’s seat and I straightened my clothes as he drove away from the park. Our fingers entwined over the stick shift until he missed a gear and then he slapped my hand away.
“Jae will kill me if I hurt his transmission.”
I smiled and settled my hand on his thigh instead.
After he stopped in front of my house, he turned serious. “Look, Min. Be firm, okay? I … I know that I’m not the best example for standing up for what is good for me. I let my family walk all over me until I met you, but you don’t need that. You shouldn’t have to do that.”
“I can’t go in there and say, hey I’m doing this.”
“I know, but …” He shook his head. “Good luck.”
“Thanks.”
“I love you.” He looked like he wanted a kiss again, but it wasn’t worth the risk.
“I love you. I’ll call you as soon as I get this figured out.”
“You better.”
I climbed out of the car, backpack slung over my shoulder.
“Head high, Minnie,” Yoochun called after me. I flipped him off for good measure, but walked into my house with my head up.
“Home so soon?” my mom questioned from the kitchen.
“Um. Yeah,” I said, and then headed up the stairs.
“Problems with your friends?” she asked, coming after me.
“No.”
“Are you hungry, dear?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll make you a snack.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I hurried to the safety of my room, leaning against the closed door to take a few deep breaths.
I quickly changed into a t-shirt and jeans and then took the parental consent form out of my drawer. With a deep breath, I left the room and went to the kitchen.
“Hey, Mom. Can I …” I sighed.
She turned and frowned. “What’s wrong, Minnie baby?”
I held out the form for her. She took it and after only reading a little bit her eyes went wide. “What is this?”
“Yesterday… yesterday, I went into town and had a modeling audition with Purple Line Talent Agency and they loved me and they want me to model, but I need parental consent.”
Her lips pursed into a thin line. “Your father will not agree to this.”
“I know.”
I couldn’t breathe as she read through the form.
“Who offered this to you?”
I handed her YongWoo’s card. She immediately telephoned him.
“Hello, this is Shim Changmin’s mother. What is the meaning of this? … Yes, but he’s going to be a lawyer. … He wants to be a lawyer.”
I winced, and looked down. Her eyes narrowed at me.
“I simply cannot understand … Yes, he is. … Yes, he is. … Yes, I know that. … No. I will have him call you later.”
She hung up the phone and turned her glare to me. She put the paper on the island between us and crossed her arms.
“I cannot lie about something like this to your father,” she said.
I looked away, and tried to swallow the lump in my throat.
“YongWoo says you’re talented, that you show great potential for modeling, but you are going to be a lawyer.”
“I don’t want to be a lawyer,” I practically shouted. “Father wants me to be a lawyer. You want me to be a lawyer. You know what I want? I want to be a teenager. I want to get drunk and make out with my boyfriend. I want to drive really fast and have Yoochun teach me how to smoke cigarettes. That’s what I want.”
Her eyes softened. “I know, Minnie baby. I know.”
I sat hard at the table. “I just … I don’t want to do this anymore, Mom. There so much pressure on me to be perfect. Why can’t I just be normal?”
“You think modeling is normal? You’ll have twice as much pressure, trying to keep up with your school work. And smoking? Really?”
I smiled. “Okay, so I wouldn’t start smoking, but … I have friends, Mom. For the first time in my life, I have friends. I didn’t really care before, content to walk through life and just get it over with, but Yoochun …”
His mom smiled. “Trust me when I say I know, Minnie. You have more confidence, and anyone that looks at you can tell, but you can’t do this. I can’t sign that without talking to your father about it, and he will not agree.”
I sighed and put my head in my arms. “I know.”
She ruffled my hair. “And remember, you’ll be eighteen soon, and then you can do it.”
“YongWoo says he won’t have an opening in February.”
“Then you’ll just have to try somewhere else, won’t you? Here. Eat.”
She placed a bowl of ramen in front of me and I grudgingly ate the noodles. I took my phone out and turned it on and sent Yoochun a text.
smarter_than_you = no go =
PianoMicky + :( fuck +
smarter_than_you = come and pick me up? =
PianoMicky + I’ll be there in ten minutes +
“Can I go over to Yunho’s?” I asked as I put the empty bowl in the sink.
“Yes. I know you’re upset, Minnie,” she said and hugged me, “but I want you to know that I am very proud of you.”
I snorted. “Yeah. Okay.”
“I am. You’re going to be a great lawyer.”
“No, I’m not,” I said and left the kitchen without clarifying that.
Yunho was right. I didn’t want to be a lawyer. And I’d be miserable for the rest of my life if I became one. I left the house and waited by the sidewalk for Yoochun to show up. While I was waiting, I a text to Junsu, since he was the most supportive before.
bigSuButt ~ sucks, bro, life can’t always be sunshine and rainbows, even if you’re gay~
bigSuButt ~ but you tried, and you can always do it later. You’re still sexy, but don’t tell the others I said that ~
smarter_than_you = sorry, I’m taken =
bigSuButt ~ ass ~
smarter_than_you = your ass =
bigSuButt ~ that doesn’t even make sense ~
smarter_than_you = neither does your ass, really? How can a straight guy have an ass like that? =
bigSuButt ~ you gay boys can’t get everything you want ~
bigSuButt ~ though I’m about to. Gotta go stick it somewhere ~
smarter_than_you = you’re such a slut =
bigSuButt ~ :) ~
Next was Yunho.
gae_for_Jae ^ tough luck, bro ^
smarter_than_you = yeah, sucks =
gae_for_Jae ^ come over after Yoochun is done with you, we’ll have a video game marathon ^
smarter_than_you = okay =
And two seconds later, Jaejoong texted.
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ MINNIE!! *hugs* ♥
smarter_than_you = I’m okay =
smarter_than_you = you need to change your name; it’s too long
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ you lie, but Yoochun will make you feel better ♥
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ I like my name. It’s prophetic. ♥
smarter_than_you = don’t need prophecy to know you’re so gay =
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ yes, yes, yes ♥
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ you know we love you, Min, you’re awesome. I’m really glad you decided to be Yoochun’s friend ♥
smarter_than_you = me too =
A horn honked and I pushed away from the tree I was leaning on.
smarter_than_you = He’s here. I’ll see you later =
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ fuck him hard ♥
smarter_than_you = he won’t be able to walk tomorrow, I promise =
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ YAY! ♥
“Who are you texting?” Yoochun asked as I climbed into the car.
“Your BFF Jae,” I replied.
Yoochun was still in his school clothes, but his tie was loose and shirt half unbuttoned. I reached over and snagged the end of the tie in my fingers.
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ forgot, I know you two are all kinky and stuff ♥
being_pretty_takes_talent ♥ there’s a baggie in the glove box, you may enjoy the contents if you wish ♥
I read that message to Yoochun. His eyes went wide, and he reached around me and opened the glove box.
“Oh, fucking sweet,” Yoochun said, and then slammed it shut again before I could look in.
“What?”
Yoochun laughed. “We are going to the Loft now. You’ll see.”
While he drove, I called YongWoo.
After some pleasantries, I said, “I’m sorry, Yongwoo-shi.”
“No, Changmin it’s alright. I’m going to keep these pictures here, add them to our portfolio. They’re really good shots. Keep the products I gave you, and work out. In February, come and see me I’ll try to find a place for you.”
“Thank you, Yongwoo-shi.”
“Not a problem, but now I have to go tell Heechul that his new favorite model isn’t going to be a model. God, that guy is such a drama queen.”
“Good luck.”
“You, too, Changmin. Study hard.”
“I will.”
“Fighting.”
I laughed and we ended the call.
Yoochun took my hand a few moments later, brought up to his lips and kissed my knuckles.
“Um, not a girl,” I said even as I fought to keep the smile off my face.
Yoochun laughed. He held my hand all the way to the Loft. He took a bag from the backseat, and then grabbed the mysterious item from the glove box.
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Up.”
He walked to the far side of the cliff’s edge and then disappeared. I followed after him. There was a crevice in the rock, and he was using natural hand and footholds to pull himself up it.
“You’re insane,” I said.
He smiled down at me. “It’s not that high, coward. It’s an easy climb.”
“Would you stop calling me a coward, bastard?” I asked and started to climb after him.
Yoochun laughed.
My foot got stuck in a crack for only a moment and then I was pulling myself up onto a ledge overlooking the entire valley. Yoochun was already lounging on a blanket and devouring the contents of a plastic container.
“Jae made us dinner. Here.”
I sat next to Yoochun and ignored the offered dish. I took the one from his hands, and he pouted at me. I scooped up a bite of noodles and offered it to him.
“Now you’re just being corny.”
“Then you should like it even more. Eat.”
Yoochun smiled and closed his mouth around the bite, wrapping his tongue around the loose noodles. He moaned, lips pressed around the chopsticks. Our eyes locked as I slowly withdrew them. By the fourth bite, I was already hard.
“Are you going to eat anything?” he asked.
“I ate some ramen right before you picked me up, but I figure I’ll swallow something later. Are you full?” I asked.
“Not yet,” he replied with a leer.
“God, and you call me corny.”
Yoochun chuckled. I let him take the bowl and set it on the ground. I stopped him from kissing me, and ignored his pout.
“What was in the bag in the glove box?”
His smile widened. “Oh, just something to make the evening more interesting.”
“Yoochun. You’re not getting an evening until you tell me.”
He groped my crotch. “Oh really?”
“Yes, really. I can tie your hands behind your back and stroke off without you.”
A shiver ran through his body. “Come on my face?”
I smirked. “No.”
“How about I kiss you for a bit, and then when the time is right, I show you what was in the bag?”
Before he could react, I lunged forward and pinned him to the ground. He struggled only enough to make it look like he was trying, and then let me pin his hands above his head with one hand. The other I stuck into his pocket and fished for the plastic baggy, making sure to squeeze his balls and grope his cock in my search. Prize found, I yanked it out and then stared. My mouth watered, and my cock hardened in the confines of my jeans.
A cock ring, a bottle of lube, and small blue beads. Anal beads.
I stared down at him. He smirked at me. I put the baggy on the ground and then with my free hand I pulled at his school tie until one end was long, the other still in a noose.
“God, I love that look in your eyes,” Yoochun said with a shiver.
I ignored him, and tugged on the tie until the loop was in his mouth. I tightened it and then stretched the long end and bound his hands together. He moaned, eyes rolling back as he tried to thrust his body into mine.
I twisted a nipple through his shirt. “Be good,” I said through his muffled cry.
His eyes were dark with lust, perfect teeth clamped around the makeshift gag in his mouth. I took my time undressing him, kissing every bit of skin I revealed as I unbuttoned his school shirt.
“I want you naked,” I whispered, “but I guess I should have waited to bind your hands.”
I unbuttoned his pants, and pushed down on his hard cock with my palm. He moaned, eyes shutting.
“And I guess I don’t need all of you naked.”
I held his hips, fingers curling into the waistband of his pants. As I leaned over him to kiss his neck, his legs wrapped around me. I almost protested, then instead, ground my body into his, pinning him. He moaned, trying to press up.
While thrusting almost imperceptibly against him, I bit his neck and collar bones, leaving deep purple hickys and bite marks. He was shuddering, and recognizing the signs of an imminent orgasm, I stopped and kneeled.
He whimpered.
I shoved my hands into his boxers and pulled out his cock. He was so hard, and the head was wet. I licked him once, pulling an agonized moan from him.
"Can't have you coming already," I said, lips brushing the soft head.
I found the discarded baggy and took out the cock ring. I'd seen enough porn over the last few weeks to know how to use one. I had no desire to ever have one on me (I liked coming), but Yoochun's gaze smoldered when he saw it. I snapped it on. Yoochun's eyes shut with a hiss. I went back to my task and left a trail of purple marks over his chest. I stopped at his nipple and sucked and played with it until it was red and hot.
A steady stream of whimpers left Yoochun’s mouth, and his body slowly covered with sweat.
I once again pushed my hips into his, scraping my jeans over his bare cock.
He shouted something and his body shook with a dry orgasm, eyes rolling back. And then he went limp. I chuckled and kissed the side of his mouth, just above the gag.
“All through?”
He whimpered and thrust his hips up. I rocked against his body again. My own orgasm was fast approaching. This was too fucking hot. Too much, god. Yoochun was gorgeous.
I climbed over his body and straddled his chest. I unbuttoned my jeans and released my cock, sighing from the sudden lack of too much pressure. With fingers of one hand hooked around the base, I stroked.
Yoochun whimpered.
I watched his eyes as they watched my hand. And I knew that if he could lick his lips, he would have.
“You’re gorgeous all tied up and needy,” I said.
My orgasm built quickly and unconsciously I thrust into my own hand. Precome dribbled onto Yoochun’s collar bones.
“Didn’t you say you wanted come on your face?” I asked, labored.
Yoochun jerked and nodded, more whimpers of need and a word that sounded like “please” through the gag.
Everything tightened in my stomach. My thighs shook and I fell forward, my cock sliding on Yoochun’s cheek. He moaned and tried to arch his neck up. I thought of his lips around my cock, his throat around it, my hands holding his head while I fucked his face, and with a shout of his name, I came, covering his cheeks and nose and eyes and the tie in come. After a short breath, I pushed myself back to my knees. Yoochun was biting at the gag, trying to lick the come up from it.
It made me laugh. “Eager bastard. Luckily for you, so am I.”
I pulled his pants and boxers off. With a pinch on his thigh, I said, “Hands and knees.”
With the tie being used as a gag and a restraint, Yoochun had some problems, but when he was finally situated, nothing much mattered. He was on his knees, but couldn’t get his hands right to support him, so his head was lowered, ass in the air.
I undressed behind him, aware of his eager, interested gaze.
There was only one way I could think of to get rid of it. I brought my hand back and spanked him.
He cried out and begged for more with a shake of his ass. I spanked him again, and then again on the other cheek. Over and over until his cheeks were pink. I rubbed my body against his.
“You okay, Chunnie?” I asked, letting a bit of concern leak into my voice.
He whimpered and thrust back into my body.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” I said.
He chuckled and did it again. I gripped his cheeks, spread them wide and dropped down to lick at his entrance. He moaned, thrusting back against my face. After only a few licks, I pulled away and ignored his whine of disappointment.
I reached for the baggy again and took out the bottle of lube. I thought briefly of prepping Yoochun first, but decided against it. I poured a puddle of lube into my palm, and then rolled the anal toy around it.
I pushed the first bead against his pink hole, rotating it slowly, stretching the ring of muscles. Yoochun cried out, trying to thrust back against it. I tsked at him, swatting his hip, and he stilled with a whimper. The first bead popped into him. I played with his hole with the second bead, twisting it, pushing it half in and then out again.
Yoochun was a mess, hands clutching the loose part of the tie. He moaned when the second bead entered him. With no preamble, I forced the third and fourth into his body.
“Yoochun,” I said, just loud enough to permeate the lust and moans surrounding him.
He looked back at him, eyes dark and needy. I leaned forward and licked his hole, around the connecting plastic string. He cried out again, thrusting back. I hooked the last bead into my mouth. Using my tongue, I pushed it into his body, my tongue following right behind.
Yoochun practically screamed. I continued licking him, fucking him with my tongue. Feeling evil, I reached around his hip and grabbed his rock hard cock. He cried out, back arching as I stroked the sensitive skin. Almost immediately, his body shook with another dry orgasm. His body looked on the verge of collapse, so I moved quickly and kneeled behind him, grabbing his hips. The ring at the end of the toy jerked as Yoochun’s hole clenched around the beads. Precome leaked from my cock, and I spread it up and down his crack, letting the head breach him for a moment before pulling back out.
The whimpers had turned to guttural moans and whines.
I looped the end of the toy around my finger and slowly pulled. I thought of playing as I took the beads out, but honestly, I wanted to fuck him. Yoochun thrust back as each bead popped from his hole. I tossed the toy away as soon as it was free and then covered my cock in lube.
“Hope you’re ready for me,” I whispered and then without waiting for an answer, I thrust into him all at once. His head rose off the ground, back bowing as he screamed in pleasure. But there wasn’t enough slack in the tie to hold himself up and he again fell to the blanket. He looked back at me, and I wondered if he even saw me.
His eyes shut with a moan as I fucked him harder.
He wasn’t prepared enough, at least, not for a normal round of sex, but nothing about this was normal for us. His body was tight, clenching and releasing, shivering and shuddering. And once again, I could feel my orgasm coming too soon, too fast. I wanted to be in Yoochun’s ass forever.
I reached around his hip again, and after only a few strokes of my hand on his weeping cock, I released the cock ring. He screamed, body frozen as I pumped in and out of him, and then a violent shuddered wracked his body and everything was too tight, too much, way too much, and I shut my eyes, mouth open, Yoochun’s name falling from my lips as I filled him full of come.
We collapsed, Yoochun whimpering, trying to cuddle up to me. It took me a few long minutes before I could move and undo the tie on his wrist. I pulled it out of mouth. He still had come on his face, so when he moved in to kiss me, I stopped him and licked it off his nose and chin and cheeks.
He chuckled. Voice harsh, he said, “That was fucking amazing.”
I smiled. “Yeah.
Our lips met in a heavy kiss. And then Yoochun shivered as a breeze blew across our little cliff. I wrapped us up in the blanket. Yoochun settled on his side, head at my shoulder.
“Love you,” he whispered.
“I love you,” I replied and kissed his head.
We watched the sun drop closer to the horizon, throwing red rays through the pollution congesting Seoul.
“So what are you going to do?” Yoochun whispered.
I wanted to make a flippant comment about fucking him again, but I knew what he meant, and I could hear the concern in his voice.
“I don’t know. I can’t do anything on my own until I’m eighteen.”
“You’re going to have a lot of fights with your father before then.”
“Probably.”
“Come live at Yunho’s,” Yoochun said.
I laughed. “That’d be fun, but it’s not going to happen.”
“Nope.”
“What about you?” I asked. “What are you going to do?”
This time Yoochun sighed. “I don’t know. Finish school. Try to go to college, I guess.”
“Yeah. You know what would be really cool?”
“Huh?”
“If you went around town to like clubs and stuff and played the piano. Got some gigs for it. You’re amazing enough.”
“Jaejoong has been trying to get me to do that since he found out I play the piano.”
“Well, now we’re both going to pester you and you should know by now that when we gang up on you, you stand no chance.”
Yoochun chuckled. “The joy of having supportive friends.”
“Yeah.”
Yoochun propped up and stared at me, eyes searching mine. I didn’t know what he’d find. I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out. Yoochun seemed to know everything about me even without me telling him.
“Are you happy?” he whispered.
I grinned, and couldn’t help the smart ass remark that slipped through my lips. “Post-coital happiness is the best.”
“Bastard. I meant in general. In life.”
“I don’t know,” I said with a soft smile. I touched his cheek, and he leaned into the touch. “I’m happy with you. I’m happy studying and learning new things. I’m happy when I’m eating, and I’m happy when I’m with the guys.”
“But not completely?”
“Is anyone ever completely happy?”
“Post-coital,” he said and laughed with me. He snuggled back into my hold.
“Are you happy?” I asked.
His body froze. “Sometimes,” he finally replied.
I left it at that. Sometimes. I wondered what it would take for me to extremely happy. And how, as a seventeen year old, did I even know what happiness was? For me, with Yoochun lying next to me and the smell of come in the air, nothing could have made me happier. But tomorrow, when real life presented itself again, when I had to be Shim Changmin, brilliant student? I knew that I could still be smart, and still be happy.
“Hey, Chunnie?”
“Huh?”
“Thank you.”
He propped up and looked at me again. “For what?”
I smiled and kissed him. “Making me happy, post-coital and the other kind, too.”
Yoochun laughed. “You’re welcome.”
I pulled on his body until he was straddling my waist. The blanket fell away from us. “Let me thank you properly.”
He smiled and leaned down and kissed me.
Epilogue: sometime in the near future
Chapter 14 - do my little turn on the catwalk
Chapter 13 - i knew this would be more fun
Chapter 12 - performing arts or performing acts? i'll take the latter
Chapter 11 - … oh, right, because I haven’t had a boyfriend in my entire high school career
Chapter 10 - can you please tell me why I haven’t spent my entire high school experience doing this?
Chapter 9 - things come to a head, yes, that kind of head
Chapter 8 - things come to a head, no, not that kind of head
Chapter 7 - Whirlwinds of WTF-ery
Chapter 6 - not so much talking
Chapter 5 - talking is really overrated
Chapter 4 - written notes, math notes, class notes, music notes ... whatever
Chapter 3 - at least i'm better at math than he is
Chapter 2 - oh my god, something else he's good at
Chapter 1 - so he is good at something besides looking good?
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