Because of You [Chapter 11A]
Title: Because of You [11/?]
Author: Sum3r
Pairing: JaeMin
Rating: R (Lemon)
Warning: Delinquent!Jae and Uke!Min = Smex / Language
Disclaimer: Plot is mine. Characters aren’t.
Summary: Min is a simple boy who was rejected by his first love. However, when he agrees to tutor a delinquent, his life turns upside down in ways he never wished it would.
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Regarding the plagiarism issue, please read à [This] ß I plan on finishing this series-no more side tracks-and giving it my all. ^^ For those that helped me with this- Love, love, love is all I have to say, as well as an apology for making you guys go through this-And now for the story~
[A/N]: Chapter 11 ^^ It’s a pretty long chapter (as an apology for delaying) with a lot of things happening all at once, so this is cut into two parts (a long post) and this is the first time I am writing a scene with everybody’s perspective. Warning: Molestation/Violence. ><;;; *knows what everybody is thinking* Read with caution, and I’m not kidding when I say that you should be mature/able to handle it. *bows down* Enjoy~!
Min walked forward, his arms wrapping around his mother. “Yea, I’d like to,” were the only words he said. He knew that right now, this moment, he wanted this, needed it. Probably more than his mother knew, probably more than he ever thought.
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Chapter 11 - //What is Need?//
Changmin pushed open the doors of Eden hesitantly, the people behind him getting impatient as they crammed through, pulling Changmin in with them. The younger boy had been unsure whether or not he was doing the right thing, nervous and awkward as he waiting on the line outside the club, a sea of people surrounding him. The bouncer had waved him through when he nervously gave him his name, stuttering a bit, repeating it again when the bouncer craned his ear as a signal to speak louder.
Falling forward, Changmin entered the club, the different colors of the light blinding him for a second, the sound of the music so loud that it resounded deep within him, the beat running through his entire body. He looked around, trying to find Yunho, Dong Wook, or anyone else he recognized through the thin veil of smoke, the club loud and big enough to slightly intimidate him. Walking around, Changmin searched through the people dancing, talking, the people sitting on the bar, drinking. He stopped when he felt his cell phone ringing, the vibration as his only indication as he walked to the side, flipping it open and putting a hand over the other ear to try and hear the voice.
“Changmin-ah, where are you? What took you so long?” Changmin nearly blushed at the familiarity Yunho had used, trying to talk loud enough so that he could tell the older boy that he was off to the side of the DJ, corner of the speakers. Closing the phone, the younger took a deep breath, trying to calm down his racing heart as he noticed Yunho walking over to him, their eyes making contact in between so many people.
The way Yunho moved, as though he was more like sliding through the crowd rather than walking through it, the people around him easily giving way. His clothes clung to his body, showing off the fact that he was a football player, that he worked for hours on end. He reached Changmin with ease, flashing him a full smile, from one corner to the other as he motioned for the younger boy to come closer. Sliding an arm across his shoulders, Yunho steered Changmin towards the middle of the dance floor, towards his friends.
“Guys, this is Changmin. Changmin, my friends.” It was a simple introduction, but Changmin nodded all the same, smiling as Yunho’s friends easily accepted the shy boy, the girls giving each other a knowing look as they checked out the younger boy.
Yunho continued to hold the younger boy closer to him, and as the DJ changed the track, the crowd gave out a yell, the beat stronger as they grabbed their partners, their friends and began to move, to dance. Changmin turned around, only to feel himself pressed up against Yunho as the people around him pushed up against each other, the girls rocking their hips, their hands high as the boys moved to beat, popping out and showcasing their moves. Changmin could only do so much as Yunho steadied him, feeling the younger boy begin to flush against him, grinning widely as he began to move to the music, overpowering the younger boy. Changmin felt his heart race, whether it was the atmosphere or the moves Yunho had started to show, the crowd immediately forming a circle as Yunho choreographed a dance out of midair, his body shifting to every note the music played. Changmin watched him intently, easily getting into the surroundings as he jumped with the crowd, cheering for Yunho as he felt excitement rush through his body.
He noticed Dong Wook when he jumped in with Yunho, the two creating a dance as though they had been practicing for days, for weeks. He cheered loudly for the two older boys, his friends, as the crowd began to grow wild, grow bigger. The two boys took over the dance floor, performing a sequenced dance as then splitting out, each showcasing their own styles as a dance battle sprang up. They way they moved-their hands, their legs, their body - Changmin watched in amazement, absorbed as the two battled it out.
But, somehow, Changmin realized, as he clapped and cheered loudly when Yunho and Dong Wook had finished, the two boys clasping each other’s hands in the end-hugging, as the crowd began to split up, that it wasn’t the same. Somehow, it felt different, he was happy, excited, with is heart racing and his feet pumping, but the feeling, he shook his head, no…I still like him, I do, but-something’s different. I…
Yunho immediately sought out Changmin through the crowd, the younger smiling happily in return, continuing to cheer, as he felt the same happiness within him whenever the older boy noticed him.
But that was all he felt.
He saw Yunho come towards him, an ecstatic smile on his face, his body slightly sweaty, the people around him clapping him on his back, the boys throwing him some punches. He walked forward to meet him, and as he reached the older boy, Yunho slipped an arm around his waist, pulling him close. Stiffening, but realizing that it was Yunho, Changmin relaxed in his hold, feeling himself burn slightly, his heart beginning to pound.
“So, did you like it?” Changmin smiled broadly and nodded, blushing slightly at the close proximity, knowing that Yunho probably felt how nervous he was getting.
“The dance battle was amazing, and your dancing…you’re such a good dancer! It seemed as though you practiced every movement, instead of just dancing to the beat. Thank you so much for-”
“Don’t.” Yunho stopped Changmin mid sentence, knowing what the younger would say. Turning him around to face him, he winked, “I’m glad you’re having a good time, just tell me whenever you’re getting bored.”
Changmin looked down, shaking his head, “I doubt that, but really, you should consider becoming a professional dancer, it was really cool…” Yunho laughed out loud, thanking him but waving off the compliment. He pushed Changmin to the dance floor, as the older girls smiled a flirtatious smile to both boys. Looking up, Changmin told Yunho he would come back in a few minutes, trying to carry his voice over the loud music. Nodding in understandment, Yunho let the younger boy go as the girls slid towards him, his body already moving to the next song.
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Changmin splashed his face with cold water, trying to relax his body from the club heat. It was his first time here, and he felt new to this type of place, feeling slightly out of place as the rest confidently knew what they were doing. The bathroom was empty, the last man leaving Changmin alone as reached for the paper towels, drying off his face, his hands. The door opened as three of Yunho’s friends came in, two of who were already in college. Changmin looked up, smiling, and as they moved forward towards him, he moved to the side to let them pass through.
He didn’t hear the door of the bathroom slightly click, signifying that it was locked.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Changmin looked at the man in the middle, the tone mocking, the face twisted up into a grimace. He looked from man to another, each with a sarcastic smile plastered on their lips.
“Wh-what, d-do, you m-mean…” Changmin began to stutter again, his heart beat increasing so loud he could almost hear it, as he swallowed nervously. The two other men began to approach him, and as Changmin started to walk backwards, one man’s hand flew out, pushing him back into the sink. Fear became evident in his eyes, and as he looked into the middle man’s eyes, he saw disgust, disgust and anger.
He pushed away the hands of the man, as he ran towards to the door, but the other man grabbed him from behind, holding his struggling arms from behind him as he turned him around. The middle man sneered at Changmin, as the younger opened his mouth to scream, each cry becoming louder as he cried out “Help me!” and “No!” One of the men stepped forward, smacking his face so hard that his face fell to the side, shutting him up. Changmin continued to struggle however, even with a mouthful of blood, his body twisting as the other man tried to hold him still, gripping his hands away and behind him.
“You probably thought you were so cool, huh?” Each word was a taunt, as the middle man continued to look into Changmin’s eyes with a hateful anger, as Changmin began to breathe heavily, staring into the vengeful eyes.
“So cool because Yunho talked to you once, because he invited you. You thought, oh, just because he talked to me, and was nice enough to invite me, that I would fit right in. That’s what you thought right?” He hit Changmin’s face again, slapping it and as Changmin opened his mouth to scream again, one of the other men clamped it shut with his hands, pushing it against his mouth to prevent Changmin from talking.
Frantic eyes looked everywhere, as Changmin tried to push, to kick, to try and get away, to just leave. He sucked in his breath as he felt his shirt being lifted up, as cold and beefy hands starting pinching it, touching it. No, no, please, leave me alone, leave me ALONE. Oh God, get away, get away. Tears sprang into Changmin’s eyes, as the middle man continued to talk.
“Well, let’s get this straight okay? Because you don’t fit in. And you never will. Just because he was nice to you, doesn’t give you the right to do anything. Especially acting as though you’re some fucking king, that you could take our bitches, that you could do anything. So we’re going to teach you a lesson. And-”
Changmin stopped hearing him talk as he felt the hands move higher, another one to join it as they mercilessly began to open Changmin’s jeans. No! you can’t touch me! Just go away, Yunho! Please, someone help me! Jaejoong! Please! I’m sorry for what I’ve done, I’m sorry. But no! No! You can’t-he’s can only touch me-Please! Stop! Just stop! Jae! JAE!
As much as Changmin tried to get away, it was useless, the men started to feel his body up, pinching his nipples, touching him in places he didn’t want them near at.
The middle man looked up as the doorknob began to shake violently, as though someone wanted to come in. “They’ll go away,” he turned his face back to Changmin as he reached forward, lifting up the shirt as he tweaked Changmin’s nipples painfully, a muffled cry escaping from the younger boy. The doorknob fell silent as Changmin began to shake, shuddering as he tried to push back, trying to get away from the hands. There was a second more of the pain and then, BAM! The doorknob fell, twisted hard enough to break as the door slammed open, the sound of it hitting the wall loud enough to make the middle man look up, the two other turning their heads.
“Get the fuck away from him. NOW.”
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Jaejoong walked up the stairs to the back entrance to the club, making it in time for the beginning of his shift. Nodding to Tablo to show him that he was here, Jae walked over towards the bar, sliding under the table as he began to reach for the various glasses, setting them on the counter.
Finished talking to the customers, Tablo walked over to Jae and Eru, “There are going to be a lot kids from high school tonight, so make sure you check their IDs.” Clapping Jae on the back, he told him, “There was a call for you before, your brother I think he said, saying he wanted to talk or something.” Before Jae could respond, the backdoor was slammed shut as the third bartender started walking near the both of them.
“High Schoolers, huh? I’m sure Jae could relate to them, ask them why they didn’t wear their uniforms, if they did their homework or not…” TOP laughed, walking under the counter as he slide in between Eru and Jae.
“Shut up,” Jae said without any emotion, choosing to forget about the call as he exchanged a smirk with him before he walking towards the bottles, taking out the Vodka and Liqueur and setting them near the ice, on the shelf underneath the counter.
As the clubbers started coming in, all three men got down to business, handing out shot after shot, drink after drink. “G & T, please” “Just a shot of whiskey,” “Martini, dry” “Galliano, on the rocks,” As the students started to pour in, each had to stop and check his/her ID, knowing full well that most of the students would end up drunk by the end of the night anyway. Tablo knew it himself, but said the words regardless.
It was near 9, when Eru was taking a break, that TOP noticed the battle. Pouring the tequila into a martini glass, he gestured to Jae, “Check it out, they aren’t half bad.” Looking up, Jae watched the two dancers, snorting as he reached for more glasses. As he began to pour in the cider, he noticed the two, immediately recognizing the junior football captain. Giving no regards, he was about to pour in the ice when his eyes flickered towards the boy standing close to the junior, and as the battle finished, the boy Yunho walked towards, his arm around the younger’s waist.
Is that…? Fuck, it is. Jae stared with surprise, watching the scene enfolding in front of him. What the hell does he think he’s doing here? Especially with….
Oh. Fuck.
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed, his eyes intent on the scene before him. So he thinks he can play me like that? Obviously he didn’t tell the junior kid about me, or else he wouldn’t be hanging all over him.
“Excuse me?” Jae looked up to the woman, realizing the empty glass he held had a crack running through it as he nearly broke the glass. Grabbing another glass and pouring the ice, Jae finished up her drink. “Thank you.” Jae moved towards the side, watching Changmin leave from the floor. If the kid thinks he can play games like these, he better fucking think again, cause I’m not going to put up with this shit-
“Eru, take over for me, I’m checking something out.” Walking away, he ignored Eru’s frantic call, “Wait, Jaejoong, there are too many people!” as he slid from under the table, his eyes searching for the younger boy. The men naturally backed away from him as he moved through the floor, the girls looking over from their boyfriends’ heads as they grinded against them, as his eyes roamed, going from one person to another, blatant fury consuming him.
Now where the fuck did he go?
Finding out that Changmin was no longer on the floor, Jae headed towards the restrooms, the rooms in the back of the club. Reaching the men’s bathroom, he turned the doorknob, only to find it locked.
What the….? The customers know better than to lock the bathroom… Getting angrier by the moment, Jae started turning around to get the keys from Tablo, but the sounds coming from within stopped him. Coming nearer to the door, Jae heard nothing for a few seconds, and then a muffled scream erupted from within, a scream Jae had heard many times before, a scream he usually caused himself, a scream that only he could bring out from the younger boy.
This scream, though, was filled with raw fear, of defiance, of a cry to be helped, to be saved-and the fact that it was Changmin, the fact that it was his young tutor, his-
Jae stilled for a moment, the rage filling him up so much that he was momentarily motionless, and then all of a sudden, he grabbed the doorknob, turning it so violently, so strongly that it broke from the pressure, as he kicked open the door, seeing the picture before him.
Changmin was held by one man, his hands captured behind him, his mouth bleeding as the two men stood in front of him, their hands on him, one up his shirt, the other trying to open his jeans. The middle man looked up and as the two turned around, Jae saw Changmin, saw him and lost whatever thought of rationality he had.
Changmin turned around to look at him with eyes of true fear, a blank void overfilling them as the tears freely flowed down his face. Jae had seen Changmin’s eyes full of shyness, nervousness, seen him when he was passionate, lustful, noticed them, noticed and mostly caused them, when they were filled with pain, a slight pang of fear, of uncertainty.
But raw fear, raw fear and a blank look, one filled with unwanted acceptance replaced the usually emotion filled eyes,
“Get the fuck away from him. NOW.”
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