[fic] Prologue - Love Complex
Title: Love Complex
Length: Pro/??
Author:JadeXScandal
Rating: overall NC17
Pairings: YooSu (main), YunJae (side).
Themes: Romance, smut, Angst and some fluff at times.
Warning: Unbetaed, Yaoi, BoyXBoy, you name it!
Disclaimer: I'm still saving my money., & banner made by aiko103 <3
Summary: Park Yoochun is an high educated english professor at KwangJu University, praised by other teachers and his students, when one day he gets back from a pub he stumbles upon a suicide action from one of his students, Kim Junsu, who's depressed and thinks to be better of dead, jumps of a viaduct in order to kill himself and get him out of the shit, called life. Just before he hits the ground Yoochun saves him, at first being all upset and frustrated he didn't die, but as they reach Yoochun's appartment it all changes.
A/N: While writing the other fics this story kept popping up in my brain, it had to get out now! .___. I really hope you'll like this one. Because this is a NC17 rated fic, it will mean I have to lock it in 3 days, so it will be friendlocked.
Character Profiles
Kim Junsu
16 year old student of KwangJu University, a boy with a low selfesteem, persimistic and withdrawn. He's a very bad student, he skips class and gets very low grades, there for his parents don't talk to him anymore.
He never knew love, or how to love. Most of his free time he spends wandering around the streets. He can be childish and disobedient towards others, doesn't care about the rules at all, so gets in trouble with the school's headmaster Jung Yunho a lot.
Park Yoochun
25 years old, Professor of KwangJu university, teaches English, a very polite and calm person in public, always knows how to react in certain situations, loved by a lot of female students. Expects the fullest from all of his students, he wants his classes to be the best of Korea, he loves contests, but only if he wins. Yoochun loves to read and write novels and plays the piano in his free time. When this person holds someone dear he'll try anything to protect them in any cause. He can be very dominant in a relationship, likes to get it done and won't stop untill he thinks it's enough.
Jung Yunho
31 years old, Headmaster of KwangJu University, a really strict and impatient man, feared by all students and some teachers. He loves to give punishment to his students. He secretly fucks with the school "nurse", Kim Jaejoong, and treats him as his personal slave at time, without thinking of a serious relationship with the guy. He sees himself as a superior human-being, no one is equal to him and he let people take notice of his thoughts.
Kim Jaejoong
28 years old, "nurse" of KwangJu university, he's really sensitive, emotional and feminine, that's why some students may address him with Ahjumma (he doesn't even mind.) He's desperately in love with Jung Yunho, thinks they really have something together, like a real relationship. In the past he earned money being a stripper in and X-rated club in town, untill Yunho was his client and promised him a job at his school. Same as Junsu, he can be really childish at times.
Shim Changmin
24 years old, perverted Sex ed. teacher of KwangJu university, people say he had a sexual relationship with Yunho but they both deny, he watches porn at work, reads Yaoi, Yuri and High rated Seinen manga during Lunch, claiming it's for research. He goes along well with Park Yoochun. He gets visits from Junsu a lot, to hear his problems. He usually makes perverted quotes and knows everything that happens in and around school, every scandal, every affaire, he knows it all.
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Prologue
His coat swung around the ankles of his long legs as he walked out of the pub. That stinking hole got on his nerves the longer he was inside. Everyone was drunk as usual; and he didn't have the time for such pointless things. He didn't even like to drink without having something to celebrate about. He knew what could happen to your vital organs if you did.
Grumbling, he tried to open his umbrella; the rain was pouring down heavily and the sky was dark, with signs of an upcoming thunderstorm. He hated the rain, just because it always rained when he had no ride, no stamina nor a good mood. Today, it looked like all the cabdrivers were on strike. He felt tired and his mood was spoilt by his boss, for not giving him the promised bonus he'd get. And his mood wasn't getting better at all, because of the heavy rainfall.
He passed by a viaduct and as he looked up to the huge stone, he spotted a boy standing at the edge, looking down at the street beneath him. He looked sad; depressed even. What is that boy doing there at this hour? The man narrowed his eyes. He recognized the face of the boy, a young student from one of his classes; Kim Junsu. He suddenly remembered that the boy hadn't been in class for weeks now, not that it was weird for him not to show up in class, but somehow the teacher felt worried. Which normal human being would even go outside in this kind of weather?
The boy didn't move; he was just standing there, and the teacher wondered what was going through his mind right now-
Suddenly the boy threw himself over the edge, boldly facing the ground. He fell in sync with the never-ending rain drops around him, ready to splash onto the ground at any given moment. Swiftly, the teacher dropped his umbrella and ran to the place the boy was headed for. As he came closer, he readied himself and caught him in his arms. The boy was saved.
"What the hell! Why did you do that?!" The kid screamed; upset overshadowing the tears in his eyes. "I need to die! I NEED TO DIE!"
"Take it easy. C'mon." He murmured, carrying the boy in his arms.
"LET ME GO!"
"Yah, be quiet. Do you want to whole neighbourhood to wake up because of you?"
The boy recognized the voice, "Park-shii..."
"Yeah yeah, just be quiet until we reach my place.”
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"Here, change to this."
"But Park-shii..."
"Junsu-ah!" He said, handing out the dry clothes to the shivering boy on his sofa. "Dress up."
Mouth agape, Junsu stared at his teacher as he dried his hair with a towel. His eyes examined the huge body of the man; drinking in the sight of his wet clothes. He was wearing only a pair of Calvin Klein’s boxer and a tight tank top. The towel now hung limply around his neck. When the man’s eyes met his, he quickly did as he was told; the wet jeans falling onto the floor in his haste.
"I'll go change my clothes for a second. Stay here."
Junsu nodded, gazing at him until he got around the corner. He pulled the dry shirt over his head, the soft fabric giving him the warmth much needed by his cold, shivering body. The cotton pants fit his body shape perfectly, but it didn't look like the clothes belonged to his teacher; it was too small for him. He waited, sitting on the sofa, until his teacher came back into the room, wearing simple jeans and a white shirt.
"So Junsu-ah, what was that all about earlier?" He asked calmly. He didn't even look upset about it at all.
"… That's none of your business, Park-shii." Junsu hissed; arms folded. "Isn't it my own decision if I decided to throw myself of a viaduct?"
"Don't talk stupid Junsu-ah; you could have been dead by now." The teacher answered seriously. "What if I didn't catch you? What if you got injured? And what if people didn’t find you until morning?"
"But Park-shii...”
"Call me Yoochun."
Junsu raised his eyebrow. "But you're my teacher, how can I address you as that?"
Yoochun sighed. "Outside of school, you can just call me Yoochun. That aside, your reckless behaviour; how am I going to tell your parents about it?"
Junsu bit his lip. "Like they care. That's why I'm better off dead."
"Don't say things like that, Junsu-ah," Yoochun took a seat on the sofa next to the student, "Why do you want to die so badly?"
"Life just sucks..."
"True, but is it so bad that you'd actually throw your life away just like that?"
"I..." Junsu stammered. He was thinking; did he really want to stop living? And for what? "I... I don't know."
"See? You don't even know. What if you had really died? Then you would’ve missed the wonderful things in life. You would’ve never known what could have happened to you when you’ve grow older." Yoochun explained, to calm the kid down. "Teenage life is the hardest time, but the most precious time you'll remember when you're my age. Because when you grow up, you'll only be working and working your ass off all the time. And for what? To keep on living a good life." He pointed at Junsu. "You. You just have to understand that no matter how unfair life can be, you have to keep on living no matter what."
"Yoochun-shii... but what if- what if it just hurts to live? Would you still continue living?" Junsu asked the teacher.
"Of course! You should always keep on living for the ones you hold dear."
Eyes full of admiration, the student gazed at his teacher in awe. His head was spinning because of the man's appearance; he was the one who saved him, the one who saved his life. And now here he was, sitting in front of him, telling him the good values of life.
My hero-
In one swift movement, he wrapped his arms around the older man. "I understand it now... But how can I ever thank you for saving me, Yoochun-shii? I'll do anything!"
Flustered, Yoochun patted him on his back, "It's nothing. I’d just like to see you in class again, Junsu-ah."
That answer touched his heart. His cheeks colored red as he rested one on his teacher’s chest, "Yoochun-shii, there has to be something I can do in return..."
"I'm serious, I don't want anything."
Junsu started to shed tears. "But- but... you didn't just do anything, Yoochun-shii. You saved my live! You're my hero."
"Junsu-ah..."
"Yoochun-shii, if there's nothing you want, nothing of real value, then take me. Take my body."
"What?!" Yoochun exclaimed. Shocked, he grabbed the boy's shoulders tightly so he could look into his teary eyes. "Don't be so stupid Junsu-ah, why would I want your bo-" The sentence was abruptly broken by a passionate kiss on the lips. "W-wait, Junsu-ah!" Quickly, he pushed the student away. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"Teacher, please watch over me." Junsu begged him, "I'll do anything for you. I owe you my life."
"You're being a burden Junsu-ah. I have to call your parents." Yoochun said, quickly standing up from the sofa.
"NO!"
They tumbled onto the floor; Junsu on top of Yoochun. They stared at each other; the innocent face of the student was pure torture for the older man. He always had a weakness for innocent kids like that, but it was never as strong as now. "Junsu-ah… I have to call your parents."
"Don't call them. Please don't." Junsu sobbed, still lying on top of him. "They’ll only bring me down... They don't understand me at all!" Junsu hid his face in Yoochun's chest. "Please Yoochun-shii... I want to stay here, close to my hero."
The cuteness was overflowing. Yoochun bit his lip to hide the pressure he was feeling now. "You have to go home Junsu-ah. Your parents will worry about you, and wonder where you are now. I have to call them."
Tears flowing down his face, the sobbing student stared at him; his eyes filled with sadness. "Please watch over me Yoochun-shii. I want to- I want to know how it feels like."
"How what feels like?"
Junsu dried his eyes with his shirt, "To feel warmth. To feel being loved by someone. To feel loved by you, teacher."
"Junsu-ah, I can't love you, you're my student..." Yoochun whispered, "And don't even make me think of it."
"Why not?!" Junsu screamed, "Why can't you love me? Is it because I'm too young?!"
"Listen to me," Yoochun grabbed the hands of the younger boy and tugged him up, their faces only a few inches away from each other, "1. You're too young, you're still a kid. 2. Relationships between teachers and students are despised and is an offence. 3. I'll lose my job." He said seriously, "Junsu-ah, you should know better."
"Yoochun-shii... please make love to me. I won't leave until my debt's repaid."
"You don't even have a debt, and I'll never do such a thing to you. That's rape."
"No it's not, because... I want it." Junsu cried. "I want to know how it feels like, how it's supposed to be..." His pale fingers cupped his teacher's face, "Teach me how to love."
"Kim Junsu-ah, get off of me this instant or I'll have to punish you."
"Good! Go ahead and punish me!"
"That's not what I meant! Aish, you're really a burden."
Junsu rested his head on his teacher’s chest once again. "Yoochun-shii, I want it so badly. And if you don't do it, I'll jump you again tomorrow..."
"Don't you even dare do that." Yoochun said sternly, "You think it's that easy? That I’ll just give in to you like that? You're wrong." He pushed Junsu off of him and stood up straight. "You can stay here tonight, but I'll have to call your parents tomorrow."
"Can I really stay here?" Junsu eyes were open wide. "I can stay with you tonight?" Out of pure joy, he ran to his hero and hugged him tightly, "Thank you so much Yoochun-shii!"
"Yah! Don't touch me." His heart thumped, and his member ached. The youngster looked so small, so vulnerable and so… touchable. He'd rather drag him to the bed and do him there. But still, he had to know his limits, and he wasn't going to give in to his desires. Youngsters like Junsu still had a whole life in front of them, full of hopes and dreams... and sexual tensions. But he wasn't going to screw it up for the boy. That would be just wrong.
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"Jaejoong, where's my tea?!"
"Coming right away, Yunho-shii."
With half lidded eyes, the headmaster read his newspaper. An article about free taxes caught his attention, but that was 5 minutes later and Jaejoong still hadn't arrived with his tea yet. He had told him to bring his tea at precisely 10 o'clock, the time he always drank his tea. Where was he? "Jaejoong!"
"I'm sorry Yunho-shii, I'm here." Jaejoong shuffled into the room, his hands shaking as he placed the teacup on the side table, "Just as you like it."
The man took a sip from the hot liquid; he frowned and threw the cup onto the floor. "You call this tea?" He shouted, throwing the newspaper away. "Is this how you take care of me? Answer me!"
"I... I'm sorry sir... I-I thought you liked Earl Grey?" Jaejoong said carefully, diverting his gaze to the ground.
"Earl Grey? I wanted to drink Kamille tea today. I told you that." Yunho approached him, tugging him closer for a fiery kiss, "You know what the consequences are for making a mistake. Undress yourself."
With tears in his eyes, Jaejoong took off his clothes. Yunho was looking at him with full satisfaction; the body of the guy was a hidden gem. As all of his clothes were removed and the exposed skin shone in the candlelight, he took out his own length, already hard and ready to go.
"Yunho-shii..." Jaejoong gasped when the thrusts vibrated throughout his entire body. He could feel the warm breath of the man near his ear, and he groaned in pleasure. This pleasure was his drug, his endorphin, and for him this wasn't punishment, it was a routine.
For as long as Jaejoong could remember, ever since he and Yunho had gotten together, Yunho would give the orders and he'd perform them. It’s been like that for ages, after he quit his job at the pub, where he got laid daily.
"I want to hear you moan, Jaejoong. Moan for me."
Jaejoong did as he was told and when the older man came inside him, he panted, his heart beating rapidly. He couldn't ask for a better life than this. Could he?
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"Good night, Yoochun-shii."
"Good night."
Junsu pretended he was asleep. He waited and waited long enough, but after a while, he crawled up from the mattress next to Yoochun's bed and slowly invaded the piece of furniture. Yoochun was deeply asleep, his mouth slightly ajar and his eyes closed. Junsu stared at him, and then crawled back on top of him, whispering softly, "Yoochun-shii... Yoochun-shii..." He giggled when the teacher moved a bit. "Yoochun-shii, it's me. Junsu. I just want you to know that I'm really grateful and... I-I love you teacher. I want to spend all my days together with you." He cuddled close to the man. "You saved my life. You're my hero."
"Junsu-ah..."
He smiled. "Yoochun-shii should know how I feel-" He pressed his lips on his cheek, "Because if Yoochun-shii knows how I feel, he'll understand and enclose me deep inside his heart."
Yoochun groaned, a sign that the words had reached him somehow.
"I want to be with you Yoochun-shii..."
So you can protect me forever.
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I never wrote such a long prologue, but here it is xD, I hope you all like the first part and I hope I can move on with this story, so please comment to it ^^. The story is rather different from my other fics, but I really wanted to write something new, something refreshing!
This fic will be friendlocked!
Length: Pro/??
Author:JadeXScandal
Rating: overall NC17
Pairings: YooSu (main), YunJae (side).
Themes: Romance, smut, Angst and some fluff at times.
Warning: Unbetaed, Yaoi, BoyXBoy, you name it!
Disclaimer: I'm still saving my money., & banner made by aiko103 <3
Summary: Park Yoochun is an high educated english professor at KwangJu University, praised by other teachers and his students, when one day he gets back from a pub he stumbles upon a suicide action from one of his students, Kim Junsu, who's depressed and thinks to be better of dead, jumps of a viaduct in order to kill himself and get him out of the shit, called life. Just before he hits the ground Yoochun saves him, at first being all upset and frustrated he didn't die, but as they reach Yoochun's appartment it all changes.
A/N: While writing the other fics this story kept popping up in my brain, it had to get out now! .___. I really hope you'll like this one. Because this is a NC17 rated fic, it will mean I have to lock it in 3 days, so it will be friendlocked.
Character Profiles
Kim Junsu
16 year old student of KwangJu University, a boy with a low selfesteem, persimistic and withdrawn. He's a very bad student, he skips class and gets very low grades, there for his parents don't talk to him anymore.
He never knew love, or how to love. Most of his free time he spends wandering around the streets. He can be childish and disobedient towards others, doesn't care about the rules at all, so gets in trouble with the school's headmaster Jung Yunho a lot.
Park Yoochun
25 years old, Professor of KwangJu university, teaches English, a very polite and calm person in public, always knows how to react in certain situations, loved by a lot of female students. Expects the fullest from all of his students, he wants his classes to be the best of Korea, he loves contests, but only if he wins. Yoochun loves to read and write novels and plays the piano in his free time. When this person holds someone dear he'll try anything to protect them in any cause. He can be very dominant in a relationship, likes to get it done and won't stop untill he thinks it's enough.
Jung Yunho
31 years old, Headmaster of KwangJu University, a really strict and impatient man, feared by all students and some teachers. He loves to give punishment to his students. He secretly fucks with the school "nurse", Kim Jaejoong, and treats him as his personal slave at time, without thinking of a serious relationship with the guy. He sees himself as a superior human-being, no one is equal to him and he let people take notice of his thoughts.
Kim Jaejoong
28 years old, "nurse" of KwangJu university, he's really sensitive, emotional and feminine, that's why some students may address him with Ahjumma (he doesn't even mind.) He's desperately in love with Jung Yunho, thinks they really have something together, like a real relationship. In the past he earned money being a stripper in and X-rated club in town, untill Yunho was his client and promised him a job at his school. Same as Junsu, he can be really childish at times.
Shim Changmin
24 years old, perverted Sex ed. teacher of KwangJu university, people say he had a sexual relationship with Yunho but they both deny, he watches porn at work, reads Yaoi, Yuri and High rated Seinen manga during Lunch, claiming it's for research. He goes along well with Park Yoochun. He gets visits from Junsu a lot, to hear his problems. He usually makes perverted quotes and knows everything that happens in and around school, every scandal, every affaire, he knows it all.
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Prologue
His coat swung around the ankles of his long legs as he walked out of the pub. That stinking hole got on his nerves the longer he was inside. Everyone was drunk as usual; and he didn't have the time for such pointless things. He didn't even like to drink without having something to celebrate about. He knew what could happen to your vital organs if you did.
Grumbling, he tried to open his umbrella; the rain was pouring down heavily and the sky was dark, with signs of an upcoming thunderstorm. He hated the rain, just because it always rained when he had no ride, no stamina nor a good mood. Today, it looked like all the cabdrivers were on strike. He felt tired and his mood was spoilt by his boss, for not giving him the promised bonus he'd get. And his mood wasn't getting better at all, because of the heavy rainfall.
He passed by a viaduct and as he looked up to the huge stone, he spotted a boy standing at the edge, looking down at the street beneath him. He looked sad; depressed even. What is that boy doing there at this hour? The man narrowed his eyes. He recognized the face of the boy, a young student from one of his classes; Kim Junsu. He suddenly remembered that the boy hadn't been in class for weeks now, not that it was weird for him not to show up in class, but somehow the teacher felt worried. Which normal human being would even go outside in this kind of weather?
The boy didn't move; he was just standing there, and the teacher wondered what was going through his mind right now-
Suddenly the boy threw himself over the edge, boldly facing the ground. He fell in sync with the never-ending rain drops around him, ready to splash onto the ground at any given moment. Swiftly, the teacher dropped his umbrella and ran to the place the boy was headed for. As he came closer, he readied himself and caught him in his arms. The boy was saved.
"What the hell! Why did you do that?!" The kid screamed; upset overshadowing the tears in his eyes. "I need to die! I NEED TO DIE!"
"Take it easy. C'mon." He murmured, carrying the boy in his arms.
"LET ME GO!"
"Yah, be quiet. Do you want to whole neighbourhood to wake up because of you?"
The boy recognized the voice, "Park-shii..."
"Yeah yeah, just be quiet until we reach my place.”
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"Here, change to this."
"But Park-shii..."
"Junsu-ah!" He said, handing out the dry clothes to the shivering boy on his sofa. "Dress up."
Mouth agape, Junsu stared at his teacher as he dried his hair with a towel. His eyes examined the huge body of the man; drinking in the sight of his wet clothes. He was wearing only a pair of Calvin Klein’s boxer and a tight tank top. The towel now hung limply around his neck. When the man’s eyes met his, he quickly did as he was told; the wet jeans falling onto the floor in his haste.
"I'll go change my clothes for a second. Stay here."
Junsu nodded, gazing at him until he got around the corner. He pulled the dry shirt over his head, the soft fabric giving him the warmth much needed by his cold, shivering body. The cotton pants fit his body shape perfectly, but it didn't look like the clothes belonged to his teacher; it was too small for him. He waited, sitting on the sofa, until his teacher came back into the room, wearing simple jeans and a white shirt.
"So Junsu-ah, what was that all about earlier?" He asked calmly. He didn't even look upset about it at all.
"… That's none of your business, Park-shii." Junsu hissed; arms folded. "Isn't it my own decision if I decided to throw myself of a viaduct?"
"Don't talk stupid Junsu-ah; you could have been dead by now." The teacher answered seriously. "What if I didn't catch you? What if you got injured? And what if people didn’t find you until morning?"
"But Park-shii...”
"Call me Yoochun."
Junsu raised his eyebrow. "But you're my teacher, how can I address you as that?"
Yoochun sighed. "Outside of school, you can just call me Yoochun. That aside, your reckless behaviour; how am I going to tell your parents about it?"
Junsu bit his lip. "Like they care. That's why I'm better off dead."
"Don't say things like that, Junsu-ah," Yoochun took a seat on the sofa next to the student, "Why do you want to die so badly?"
"Life just sucks..."
"True, but is it so bad that you'd actually throw your life away just like that?"
"I..." Junsu stammered. He was thinking; did he really want to stop living? And for what? "I... I don't know."
"See? You don't even know. What if you had really died? Then you would’ve missed the wonderful things in life. You would’ve never known what could have happened to you when you’ve grow older." Yoochun explained, to calm the kid down. "Teenage life is the hardest time, but the most precious time you'll remember when you're my age. Because when you grow up, you'll only be working and working your ass off all the time. And for what? To keep on living a good life." He pointed at Junsu. "You. You just have to understand that no matter how unfair life can be, you have to keep on living no matter what."
"Yoochun-shii... but what if- what if it just hurts to live? Would you still continue living?" Junsu asked the teacher.
"Of course! You should always keep on living for the ones you hold dear."
Eyes full of admiration, the student gazed at his teacher in awe. His head was spinning because of the man's appearance; he was the one who saved him, the one who saved his life. And now here he was, sitting in front of him, telling him the good values of life.
My hero-
In one swift movement, he wrapped his arms around the older man. "I understand it now... But how can I ever thank you for saving me, Yoochun-shii? I'll do anything!"
Flustered, Yoochun patted him on his back, "It's nothing. I’d just like to see you in class again, Junsu-ah."
That answer touched his heart. His cheeks colored red as he rested one on his teacher’s chest, "Yoochun-shii, there has to be something I can do in return..."
"I'm serious, I don't want anything."
Junsu started to shed tears. "But- but... you didn't just do anything, Yoochun-shii. You saved my live! You're my hero."
"Junsu-ah..."
"Yoochun-shii, if there's nothing you want, nothing of real value, then take me. Take my body."
"What?!" Yoochun exclaimed. Shocked, he grabbed the boy's shoulders tightly so he could look into his teary eyes. "Don't be so stupid Junsu-ah, why would I want your bo-" The sentence was abruptly broken by a passionate kiss on the lips. "W-wait, Junsu-ah!" Quickly, he pushed the student away. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"Teacher, please watch over me." Junsu begged him, "I'll do anything for you. I owe you my life."
"You're being a burden Junsu-ah. I have to call your parents." Yoochun said, quickly standing up from the sofa.
"NO!"
They tumbled onto the floor; Junsu on top of Yoochun. They stared at each other; the innocent face of the student was pure torture for the older man. He always had a weakness for innocent kids like that, but it was never as strong as now. "Junsu-ah… I have to call your parents."
"Don't call them. Please don't." Junsu sobbed, still lying on top of him. "They’ll only bring me down... They don't understand me at all!" Junsu hid his face in Yoochun's chest. "Please Yoochun-shii... I want to stay here, close to my hero."
The cuteness was overflowing. Yoochun bit his lip to hide the pressure he was feeling now. "You have to go home Junsu-ah. Your parents will worry about you, and wonder where you are now. I have to call them."
Tears flowing down his face, the sobbing student stared at him; his eyes filled with sadness. "Please watch over me Yoochun-shii. I want to- I want to know how it feels like."
"How what feels like?"
Junsu dried his eyes with his shirt, "To feel warmth. To feel being loved by someone. To feel loved by you, teacher."
"Junsu-ah, I can't love you, you're my student..." Yoochun whispered, "And don't even make me think of it."
"Why not?!" Junsu screamed, "Why can't you love me? Is it because I'm too young?!"
"Listen to me," Yoochun grabbed the hands of the younger boy and tugged him up, their faces only a few inches away from each other, "1. You're too young, you're still a kid. 2. Relationships between teachers and students are despised and is an offence. 3. I'll lose my job." He said seriously, "Junsu-ah, you should know better."
"Yoochun-shii... please make love to me. I won't leave until my debt's repaid."
"You don't even have a debt, and I'll never do such a thing to you. That's rape."
"No it's not, because... I want it." Junsu cried. "I want to know how it feels like, how it's supposed to be..." His pale fingers cupped his teacher's face, "Teach me how to love."
"Kim Junsu-ah, get off of me this instant or I'll have to punish you."
"Good! Go ahead and punish me!"
"That's not what I meant! Aish, you're really a burden."
Junsu rested his head on his teacher’s chest once again. "Yoochun-shii, I want it so badly. And if you don't do it, I'll jump you again tomorrow..."
"Don't you even dare do that." Yoochun said sternly, "You think it's that easy? That I’ll just give in to you like that? You're wrong." He pushed Junsu off of him and stood up straight. "You can stay here tonight, but I'll have to call your parents tomorrow."
"Can I really stay here?" Junsu eyes were open wide. "I can stay with you tonight?" Out of pure joy, he ran to his hero and hugged him tightly, "Thank you so much Yoochun-shii!"
"Yah! Don't touch me." His heart thumped, and his member ached. The youngster looked so small, so vulnerable and so… touchable. He'd rather drag him to the bed and do him there. But still, he had to know his limits, and he wasn't going to give in to his desires. Youngsters like Junsu still had a whole life in front of them, full of hopes and dreams... and sexual tensions. But he wasn't going to screw it up for the boy. That would be just wrong.
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"Jaejoong, where's my tea?!"
"Coming right away, Yunho-shii."
With half lidded eyes, the headmaster read his newspaper. An article about free taxes caught his attention, but that was 5 minutes later and Jaejoong still hadn't arrived with his tea yet. He had told him to bring his tea at precisely 10 o'clock, the time he always drank his tea. Where was he? "Jaejoong!"
"I'm sorry Yunho-shii, I'm here." Jaejoong shuffled into the room, his hands shaking as he placed the teacup on the side table, "Just as you like it."
The man took a sip from the hot liquid; he frowned and threw the cup onto the floor. "You call this tea?" He shouted, throwing the newspaper away. "Is this how you take care of me? Answer me!"
"I... I'm sorry sir... I-I thought you liked Earl Grey?" Jaejoong said carefully, diverting his gaze to the ground.
"Earl Grey? I wanted to drink Kamille tea today. I told you that." Yunho approached him, tugging him closer for a fiery kiss, "You know what the consequences are for making a mistake. Undress yourself."
With tears in his eyes, Jaejoong took off his clothes. Yunho was looking at him with full satisfaction; the body of the guy was a hidden gem. As all of his clothes were removed and the exposed skin shone in the candlelight, he took out his own length, already hard and ready to go.
"Yunho-shii..." Jaejoong gasped when the thrusts vibrated throughout his entire body. He could feel the warm breath of the man near his ear, and he groaned in pleasure. This pleasure was his drug, his endorphin, and for him this wasn't punishment, it was a routine.
For as long as Jaejoong could remember, ever since he and Yunho had gotten together, Yunho would give the orders and he'd perform them. It’s been like that for ages, after he quit his job at the pub, where he got laid daily.
"I want to hear you moan, Jaejoong. Moan for me."
Jaejoong did as he was told and when the older man came inside him, he panted, his heart beating rapidly. He couldn't ask for a better life than this. Could he?
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"Good night, Yoochun-shii."
"Good night."
Junsu pretended he was asleep. He waited and waited long enough, but after a while, he crawled up from the mattress next to Yoochun's bed and slowly invaded the piece of furniture. Yoochun was deeply asleep, his mouth slightly ajar and his eyes closed. Junsu stared at him, and then crawled back on top of him, whispering softly, "Yoochun-shii... Yoochun-shii..." He giggled when the teacher moved a bit. "Yoochun-shii, it's me. Junsu. I just want you to know that I'm really grateful and... I-I love you teacher. I want to spend all my days together with you." He cuddled close to the man. "You saved my life. You're my hero."
"Junsu-ah..."
He smiled. "Yoochun-shii should know how I feel-" He pressed his lips on his cheek, "Because if Yoochun-shii knows how I feel, he'll understand and enclose me deep inside his heart."
Yoochun groaned, a sign that the words had reached him somehow.
"I want to be with you Yoochun-shii..."
So you can protect me forever.
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I never wrote such a long prologue, but here it is xD, I hope you all like the first part and I hope I can move on with this story, so please comment to it ^^. The story is rather different from my other fics, but I really wanted to write something new, something refreshing!
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