[JaeMin] Beautiful Dirty Rich (R) IV
Title: Beautiful Dirty Rich
Pairings: Jaejoong + Changmin
Rating: R
Warnings: Jaejoong's POV, Changmin might be too sexy for his own good :), rough, may be slightly emo, smut, crude language
Summary: Jaejoong, a 19 year old college student in dire need of money, meets a successful architect named Changmin, who has too much. When both charatcters collide Changmin is instantly drawn to our protagonist Jaejoong and offers him something that could either make or break him.
FOUR
I was breathless. I wanted to scream but an invisible lump in my throat prevented any sound from escaping my mouth. Helpless. I wanted to protect myself from the faceless man above me, hovering over me, his weight crushing me. It was dark. I couldn’t see clearly. Why wasn’t anyone coming to help me? If I shed a tear would that help? Would someone feel my fright?
I woke up from another bad dream. A nightmare born from a memory that I forced to suppress. I wiped with my palm the beads of sweat that were scattered all over my face as I sat up from my bed. My room was covered in a blanket of darkness with strands of light shining unevenly through my window from the streetlights outside. I breathed heavily as I tried to calm myself. I buried my face in my hands. It was obvious. Sleep was not going to accompany me tonight.
*****
A week had passed since I last saw Changmin. I don’t remember when I started counting the days that have passed without us seeing each other. It just happened. Just like my relationship with Changmin. It just happened.
I was at a supermarket and with my hard earned money I scanned the aisles and bought my essentials. Soap, shampoo and also, during the week something else sudden stirred up inside of me. Out of nowhere I had this urge to color my hair. Why that is, I honestly don’t know. It just seemed like a really cool idea at the time. I took my time at the hair color aisle. The sales lady was close by me and it was annoying the shit out of me.
Nevertheless, I came to the conclusion of a dirty blonde shade. A hair color that was the complete opposite of my natural one. Yunho, another friend of mine, explained to me his expertise in hair coloring and since he was willing to color my hair for free, for a person who doesn’t like to spend much money on such things, it was as if I won the lottery. I promised to meet Amber at a nearby coffee shop in about half an hour. I reached the coffee shop, early, settled my things and lit a cigarette.
Amber arrived a few minutes after and settled in the couch in front of me.
“Fuckin traffic, man!” Amber complained immediately.
“Do you wanna order?” I asked.
“Why? What’s good here?”
“Just try anything.” I shrugged.
“I checked the menu on my way in, this place sells their coffee for an arm and a leg. No joke.”
I laughed. “At least we get to smoke here.”
“Amen to that.” Amber was about to light up a cigarette when she noticed the bags of groceries and such beside my chair. “Wow. Somebody’s loaded.”
I looked down. “Don’t mind ‘em.”
“What did you buy?”
“Gay shit.”
“Let’s see it then.”
“Okay.” I grabbed my plastic bags and showed her the contents. They varied from hair products to new ear phones.
“Wow. Your mom finally lightened up about the whole money sitch?” Amber asked as she eyed each item.
Amber’s question, for some peculiar reason worried yet excited me at the same time. Maybe all of this time I was waiting for her to ask me that question so that I could finally tell her about Changmin. “I kind of have a job.”
Amber smiled. “I fuckin’ knew it.”
My eyes narrowed.
“Is that why you never make it to any of our hangouts anymore?”
“Hey!” I objected. “I still meet up with you guys!”
“Yeah! Like in between breaks. What good is that?”
I looked away.
“So is it illegal?” Amber asked suddenly.
I could tell from just looking at her that she had a few ideas as to what my job was. She had that look in her eyes and yes it was quite frightening. There were certain things that I could hide from her but at this moment I really wanted to tell someone about Changmin.
“Is it?” Amber asked again when I didn’t answer.
“Is what illegal?”
She blew out smoke before she spoke. “Your job.”
“Kind of.” I shrugged.
“Well,” Amber smiled. “The pay is obviously good. Plus, you still get to go to school. You’re only unavailable after 6.. so it’s probably a night job..”
I waited in anticipation at Amber’s words. Waited for her to say it, what she thought was real. I just stared at her in silence as she continued to investigate.
“Your phone doesn’t ring nonstop and you don’t disappear as often in between classes so I’m pretty sure you’re not selling drugs on the side. Besides you don’t have the balls to do that sort of job.”
“Lovely,” I said monotonously.
“Hold on,” Amber’s eyes started to narrow as she lifted herself from the chairs handles. She looked at me, straight in the eyes. “No. You wouldn’t, you couldn’t…”
“What?” I shook my head.
“Is someone paying you for sex?”
She said it so unapologetically that it almost made me fall out of my chair. I placed my cigarette in between my lips and clapped my hands together. “Bravo.”
“You’re fucking with me.”
“No.” I said. “Never!”
“Who is it? Is it someone I know?”
“No. I won’t tell you everything.” I always thought to myself that when it came to these types of situations I would never go into detail with it with anyone, not even my closest friends. It’s just one of those things. It might be because I was ashamed of myself and what I was doing but it was a combination of that and so much more. There is a lot that you give up once you start sleeping with someone for money. I understood that now.
“Why not? What’s his name?”
“Ch-“ I almost blurted out. Why was it so natural for me to speak his name so nonchalantly? “Amber!”
“Just tell me his first name!”
“NO!”
“Well, this is for shit.”
“AMBER! I’m not telling you his name.”
“Doesn’t he want you spreading the word about your new found love?” Amber teased.
“Gross.” I laughed. “And no. That’s not it. I just…I’d rather not talk about this because I’m not really proud about what’s going on between us.”
“Jae, I’ve heard AND seen worse.”
“He has a girlfriend.”
“Well, look at you!” Amber clapped her hands slowly and crossed her legs.
I took a deep breath and smiled.
“Is he hot?”
“He’s alright. He’s old.”
“How old?”
“25.”
“Dirty old man!”
“Ha!” I leaned forward. “He’s nice though. Funny guy. Smart and all that shit that I like.”
“Is he good?”
“Yeah he’s a good person.” I nodded slowly.
“No, Mother Teresa! I meant in the sack.”
“Oh,” I contemplated the first time we had sex. “He definitely knows his way around.”
“Doesn’t need a map?” Amber raised both her eyebrows up and down suggestively.
“He’s a tour guide.” I smiled.
“Sweet.” Amber mused. “So he’s gay?”
“I dunno.” I shrugged. “He must be bi. He’s got a GF, whom he loves very much.”
“He said that?”
“I’m assuming.”
“He doesn’t talk about her?” Amber raised a brow.
“I never ask.”
“Interesting.”
A moment passed before Amber spoke again.
“Are you being safe?”
“Amber!”
“What? I’m just asking. Word isn’t the only thing that gets around nowadays, you know.”
I stared at her.
“I’m talking about STD’s, Jae.”
“I know. It’s just really cheesy how you had to put it that way instead of just saying ‘Jaejoong, you might get AIDS.’”
“What’s classy about that?” Amber took another hit of her cigarette. “So, loverboy. When are you gonna see him again?”
I took a deep breath. “I dunno.”
“Do you wanna see him again?”
“I wanna see my hand filled with his money again, that’s for sure.”
“You should be careful.”
I knew what Amber meant. I didn’t have to ask. If it were anyone else they wouldn’t comprehend the gravity of those four words Amber just spoke. But because she knew enough about my love life and vice versa I understood completely.
A/N: Next chapter will bee post shortly after this one. Please post your thoughts about this. :) All input is accepted. Seriously, your comments and the fact that you actually care about this makes my day. Saranghe <3
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