[Jaemin] Beautiful Dirty Rich (R) X
TEN
The morning came sooner than I had hoped. My eyes lazily blinked at the morning sky as I continued to walk forward, out onto the highway where I could hopefully ride a bus out of Changmin’s street.
I left without saying goodbye. He was still deep in sleep when I left him this morning. There was nothing wrong with waking up next to him after sleeping with him. But last night was just too much for me to face him anytime soon.
Every time I thought about it, without even trying, I could feel Changmin’s hands on me again, dirtying my skin, my mind, my soul. I pushed my hands into the front pockets of my zipped up jacket as I stopped by the nearest bus stop.
A few minutes later the bus I had boarded passed by a Mcdonald’s, the sight of the restaurant chain instantly making me salivate. I took off from my seat, almost too quickly, and asked the driver to kindly stop the bus.
I made my way out and into the double doors of the restaurant, my tummy grumbling at the aroma of newly fried chicken and cooked burgers. Since it was about seven in the morning there wasn’t much of a line at the counter apart from a few students. I ordered my desired meal and walked out to the outside part of Mcdonald’s where I figured I could smoke after my meal.
As I proceeded to find a seat, a girl in a black jacket, jeans and a cap came into my peripheral view. I looked over to her direction as she continued to stare off into space. She wasn’t that difficult to miss, really.
“Amber.” I exclaimed as I walked over to the table she was situated in, settled my tray of food down and sat opposite her.
The sound of my voice seemed to have startled her as she immediately turned her head around to face me. “Jae..” She breathed my name out as she closed her eyes. She sounded relieved.
“Hey,” I smiled.
“Someone’s in a good mood.” Amber sneered.
“Yeah,” I placed one of my fries in my mouth. “And someone isn’t.”
She leaned her forehead on her palm. “I’m just a bit tired.”
“By the way, this is weird, huh?”
“What?”
“Us meeting here. At this hour.”
“Right.” Amber leaned back into her chair. “Where’s your business partner? Shouldn’t he be driving you home by now?”
I looked down at my food as I answered. “I left early.”
Amber replied with one of her smirks.
I was about to say something else when I noticed something very peculiar. “Amber,”
“Yeah?”
“You’re wearing the same clothes as last night.”
She stared back at me, looking as if she was trying her best not to react. I caught the almost nonexistent shock on her face, though. “So?”
She’s trying to stall. “So..” I continued. “did you not go home and change?”
“I-“
“You had sex!” I cut her off.
“Could you say that louder? Coz I don’t think the people in the back heard you.”
“So you did have sex?”
“Jae!”
“I fucking knew it. You have that I-just-got-lucky-afterglow thing going on.”
Amber leaned her head back and groaned.
The thing about Amber was that she liked putting people on the hot seat but hated it when the tables were turned. Which is exactly why I loved torturing her this way.
“I did not have sex, Jae.”
“Sure you did.” I argued. “It’s too obvious, Amber, I’m sorry. All you need now is an “I just had sex” tattoo on your average-sized forehead.”
Amber picked up one of her fries. “I’m gonna shove a shit load of these in you shit hole if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
“Go ahead. I might enjoy it.”
“Pig.”
“Then where were you last night?”
“I slept with Yoochun last night.” Amber said and as soon as she did her eyes broadened the same time mine did. “I slept over….Yoochun’s. That’s….that’s what I wanted to say.”
Even after Amber corrected herself I still remained frozen in my position, hamburger in both my hands, my mouth wide open as I was about to take the first bite.
“Jaejoong,”
“Yoochun?”
“No, Jaejoong.” Amber started to shake her head as she spoke. “I didn’t mean…I didn’t … I just…Oh God.”
I slowly placed the hamburger on the table. “Sometimes I hate it when I can see through your lies.”
“It just all happened so fast…”
“No, Amber. Wait!” I closed my eyes. “I’m not even sure if this is real right now. I mean, Yoochun!? Our Yoochun? Chunnie? Park Fucking Yoochun?”
“Park fucking Yoochun.” Amber breathed out as confirmation.
After readying my self for the gory details, Amber proceeded to tell me what she could remember of the night before and how they…got comfortable. Silence followed after her very long description and I couldn’t help but ask the questions lingering in my head.
“Why?” I said with an unintended look of what might have been disgust on my face.
“Jae, it’s Yoochun. It’s not that bad.” Amber shrugged.
“Oh,” I smiled. “So, it was good?”
“That’s not--!” Amber stood up quickly, her chair sliding backwards from her immediate stance, her finger pointed at me as if to stab me in between the brows. When she realized what she was doing she stopped herself and sat back down. “Never mind.”
“No.” I laughed. “I’m sorry, Amber. It’s just…” I tried to find the right words. “This is kind of weird for me..”
“And it isn’t weird for me? I’m the one he-“ She stopped herself again to lower her voice. “I’m the one who slept with him.”
“I know, I know, I know.” I assured her. “I get it Amber. I’m sorry. Lemme just…” I took a deep breath. “Okay. So, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Amber nodded. “Wait, what do you mean?”
“ Did..” I repeated a few times. “Did you use a raincoat?”
“What?” Amber thought for a moment. “Oh! Oh, you mean…”
“Yeah.” I confirmed.
“Well…no. BUT we were safe in another way.”
“Are you…” Again, with the unsure phrasing. “Do you…I mean, are Yoochun and you..are you..?” I paired my two forefingers in order to gesture the word together.
Amber, as she realized what I was asking, had both her brows meeting at the center of her forehead. “Is that even a question?”
“Amber, don’t get mad. I was just curious.” I explained. “Do you like the guy at all?”
“Absolutely not, Kim Jaejoong! There is no way.”
“There must be some sort of explanation as to why that happened.”
“Yeah, I was drunk and so was he. That’s it.”
“He said he’s liked you for a while now. Drunk people don’t make stories up, they reveal hidden ones.”
“Oh, so now you know a lot about drunk people, but when it comes to a certain business man saying that he loves you while he’s drunk, you are absolutely clueless.”
“Amber.”
“I know you always say my name when you don’t have a witty remark ready.”
“Shut it.”
“Case in point.”
“This is about you.” I tried to emphasize with my animated hand gestures. “Let’s focus on Amber for once.”
“I’d rather focus on something else.”
“Like Yoochun’s ass?”
“Too soon, Jae.”
“Sorry.”
Fortunately, after that we started focusing on our food. As I slowly consumed, my now, tasteless meal, Amber’s story and words remained in my mind. Sure, she had a point. Drunk people saying random things, it makes sense because it’s true. But sometimes drunk people don’t say what they actually feel. They just babble meaningless phrases. Right?
“You know,” Amber started again. “Alcohol, I’ve realized, has given us nothing, but despair and confusion.”
“How long have you been drinking?”
“Since I was fifteen.” Amber thought for a few seconds before answering.
“And how old are you now?”
“Twenty.”
“And you’re only realizing this now?”
“Whenever we see a bottle of hard liquor we really should just turn away. It isn’t worth it.” Amber shook her head slowly as she ended her sentence.
Her seriousness made me laugh. “Let’s stay away from the bottle.” I added.
She nodded in confirmation. “Hey, Jae.”
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“This is kind of overdue and I probably shouldn’t be asking this anymore, but I can’t let it go.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “What’s up.”
“About..” Amber started. “About…business man. No offense, but why did you say yes?”
Her question took me by surprise. I had to think for a bit to find the right answer. “He was very convincing that night.” I tried to joke.
“No, seriously.”
“Seriously?” I leaned forward. “I guess I liked him.” I shrugged. “He got me curious.”
“Curious.” Amber echoed.
“Yeah.” I agreed. “Like, he made me wonder about him. I couldn’t stop thinking about him after that. I…” My words were caught in my throat.
“What?”
There were things about my relationship with Changmin that not even Amber would be able to understand. It was too complicated to explain and too confusing to be desired as an ideal relationship or what have you. “I know what you’re thinking, Amber.”
“You do?”
“He’s wrong for me.”
“Well, in all fairness if you would’ve told that story to anyone else they would think exactly the same thing.”
“That’s because he is. And I get that.” I tried my best to form my words. “but….when he holds me everything else seems to crash down. Like, nothing else matters.”
Amber stared at me for a bit before answering. “Shouldn’t everything feel as if they’re falling back into place as opposed to falling apart?”
“Maybe he makes me feel right, but in a wrong way. Does that make sense?”
“Not really.” Amber shook her head. “But neither does me sleeping with Yoochun, so I guess we’re alright.”
“Are we alright?” I wondered.
“Probably not.” Amber and I laughed. “This is never going to get boring, though.”
“Maybe,” I flashed a huge grin on my face. “I should call Yoochun and ask him what he’s up to today. We should all hangout.”
“That is such a good idea.” Amber said overenthusiastically. “Why don’t we not do that!?”
***
It’s been 2 days since I cooked for Changmin. Now, he wants me to do it again because according to him, he wasn’t satisfied with being able to appreciate the cook instead of the cooking. Smartass.
Here I am, once again, in his kitchen, making the same carbonara fettuccini while he was still out with another one of his I’ll be home around 8 promises. I was stirring the white, creamy sauce with full concentration, a cigarette clipped in between my two fingers in the other hand, the ashtray Changmin bought me close by when I felt someone’s breath on the back of my neck.
“Can I have a taste?” Changmin’s husky whisper reached my ears.
I jumped at the sound. “Changmin!”
“Mmm?” He kissed my neck as I tried to calm my racing heart.
“We’ve been over this.” I said in the same tone of voice as he continued to nip at my neck, his hands rested on the side of the stove, cornering me. “I’m a jumpy person. You know this. So, please! I beg you. The next time you come up behind me give me a decent warning, yeah?”
Changmin looked up at me with his big brown eyes, paralyzing me with just a simple gaze. “What?”
I rolled my eyes. “Never mind.”
I turned around to avert my full attention back to the sauce. As I stirred once again with the wooden spoon I felt Changmin’s hands creep under my shirt, his fingers landing on the sensitive areas of my sides and back. He placed his chin on my right shoulder. My heart started to race again. It took so much effort just to breathe around him. It was amazing, I thought, how his simple actions could put me into cardiac arrest at any minute.
“I’m hungry.” Changmin breathed.
“Well, this is just about ready.” I said. “The pasta is in the blue bowl, right over there on the counter. Why don’t you set the table while you wait.”
“Yes, sir.” Changmin teased, moving away from me, the distance between us making me completely thankful. Now I can think straight.
Once everything was set we sat down on either side of the rectangular dining table. I placed my cell phone next to my plate, like I usually did.
“You changed your phone?” Changmin said when he caught sight of the unfamiliar gadget next to my plate.
“Oh yeah,” I remembered as I got a handful of pasta and placed in on my plate. “I lost my old phone.”
“Where?”
“In the bus I think. I was on my way home when I lost it.”
“Shame.” He started mixing his pasta with the sauce. “That was a good phone.”
“Stop reminding me. I might cry.”
“Why didn’t you buy a better replacement?”
I looked back at him with one brow raised as a response.
“Don’t I pay you well?” Changmin smirked.
At this point I was already immune to our business agreement and his quips about it. About time too. “Why buy when I can get one for free?”
“Someone gave you that?” Changmin asked.
“I borrowed it.” I explained. “She didn’t have a problem letting it go either seeing as this unit is as old as you are.”
Changmin laughed.
It was about a few days ago when I lost my phone. I haven’t told my mom yet, nor do I intend to anytime soon. Luckily Amber had an extra phone to lend me but it was a definite downgrade. Didn’t matter as long as I could be contacted. Plus, my mom was too busy with herself and other much more important things to take any notice.
“MMMmmm!” I heard Changmin moan as he placed a spoonful of pasta in his mouth. “scrumptious!”
“Anything tastes like first class to the hungry.”
“I’m being serious.” He said through his mouthful of food. “I can’t remember the last time I had a good home cooked meal.”
“That sounds depressing.”
“I live alone.” He shrugged. “And besides, I’m at the office most of the time.”
As soon as I said the words that followed I wished I could take them back. “I can cook for you regularly, if you like.”
He froze, his eyes stared into mine, a smile forming at the corner of his lips. “Are you serious?”
“Or not.” I looked away. “It was a stupid idea anyway.”
“No. That was really nice of you to offer.” His smile widened. I could feel my cheeks starting to warm due to the sudden rush of blood caused by Changmin’s smile.
“Just forget about it.”
“I like it when you cook for me.”
The second I heard him say it I looked up at him. His expression was unreadable because it contained nothing but a half smile and wide eyes.
“I just don’t feel comfortable asking you to have to do it everytime we meet. I think I’ve taken advantage of you enough.”
“At least let me do something for you that I actually enjoy.”
I heard Changmin’s fork clink against his plate. I looked up and he was staring at me again, except this time, there was no smile on his face, but I could tell that he was amused. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I enjoy cooking.” I explained slowly, making sure I didn’t say anything wrong,
“But you don’t enjoy sleeping with me?” One of Changmin’s brows raised as he questioned me.
My face formed a confused expression. “That’s not-“
“Because as far as I know, making me pasta and making me moan are the only things you’ve been doing for me, so far.”
I was taking a sip of water when I heard what he said causing me to choke on the liquid I was consuming rather quickly. I get really dehydrated when I’m nervous.
A wide smile spread across Changmin’s face as his gaze remained at me.
I used my hand to wipe off the excess water dribbling on my chin. “That was inappropriate.”
“Kind of rude too. I happen to think that I’m a very enjoyable person in bed.”
“I’m sure you are.” I thought about what I said. “I mean, I know you are.”
“You like it, right?”
“Are you trying to make me feel uncomfortable, hyung? Coz I can assure you right now that it’s working pretty well.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with asking you what you like in bed. I’m simply being considerate.”
“Don’t be.”
“It’s also for my sake. I like knowing that you don’t feel unfulfilled.”
“It’s fine.” I tried to keep myself composed, but I was only a few pushes away from losing it.
“Really. Jaejoong, I want to know.”
Three. “There’s nothing to know.”
“Come on. Just tell me.”
Two. “Tell you what?”
“Do you like it when we…play pickle me, tickle me?”
And, I’ve lost it. “Fine!” I said in a higher voice. “I like it. I like it! Okay? You happy now, Changmin?”
“You like it?”
“A lot!”
“You like it when I touch you?”
I nodded. “Especially when you lick me.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.” I winked then went back to my food.
“Dirty boy.”
I raked my fingers through my hair and leaned back on my chair. “What about you?”
“Me?” Changmin crossed his arms and placed the on the table.
“What is it that I do to you that you like?”
“I’m not a very picky person, Jaejoong.”
“Okay.” I shrugged.
“I like absolutely everything.”
My eyes narrowed upon hearing his reply, which he said in a raspy voice. “You like everything that I do?”
He nodded. “Everything. Everything you do, everything you say, everything about you. Actually,” He shifted his weight on his seat before continuing. “You sitting there, right now, as you comb your fingers through your hair and every blonde strand falls back down to your face, is kind of turning me on.”
“Everything turns you on, though.” I grinned.
Changmin shook his head. “Everything about you, yeah.”
I bit my lower as a very impure thought crossed my mind. We stared at each other for a few moments longer before my lust kicked in, overruling all of my better judgment. I pushed my chair backwards a little in order to allow myself ample space to slip underneath the table. I could feel Changmin’s eyes on me the entire time, knowing full well that my hunger could no longer be satisfied by what was on my plate.
When I reached where he was from underneath the table, I placed both my palms on his knees intending to spread them apart. Changmin pushed the table away, making room for me slide up in between him, against his heated body. I wondered if he could feel the longing in my kiss as our lips finally met. There was once a time when I thought that I would rather die than see him on a regular basis. Now, I couldn’t keep myself sane in just two days without him.
In the days that I didn’t see him my head and my dreams would be filled with his face, his skin, his taste, his scent. I would wake up wanting to go back to sleep just so I could see him again. He had filled my thoughts and made me want more every moment I got some of him. I was addicted. Hook line and sinker. He was beautiful and terrible all rolled into one, a nightmare that if were able to consume me, I would blissfully succumb to without any regrets.
I positioned myself to sit on the table for support, my legs left to dangle in mid air as Changmin continued to move his lips with mine. His touch burned into my skin as he slipped his hands beneath my shirt, feeling every part of me, sending waves of electricity shooting randomly through my body, then all the way down to my crotch.
Finally out of the confines of our clothes, my body was sprawled across the table, Changmin lining up his hips to match my entry. The anticipation was killing me. I wanted to feel him, no matter how painful, because with him every ache was sweeter than anything that I had ever felt.
Changmin allowed my legs to rest on his shoulders as he entered me without restraint, his face melting into an expression of complete pleasure. My eyes shut, head leaned back, at the feel of his sudden intrusion, my nails digging deep into the mahogany dining table.
He started to move in and out, my body trying to match his rhythm, our moans coming out in unison. As he went faster and deeper sweat started trickling down from his chest to my stomach, making me want to lick every droplet I could find on his body.
His grip on the back of my thighs started to harden as I knew from his screams and his face that he was about to climax. I pulled him closer, wanting to help him cum, and stuck my tongue in his mouth, moaning as I did so. That’s when I felt his hot liquid pierce into me, filling me, marking me as his. With the feel of his explosion inside me I came soon after that.
He fell back on the chair where he was seated on earlier as we both tried to catch our breaths.
After what seemed like 45 deep breaths later, I propped myself up on my elbows and saw him still sitting on his chair, still naked, his head still leaned back as he stared at the ceiling. He must’ve felt me staring at him because he looked down a few seconds after. A smirk formed on my lips as I said, “So, are you ready for desert?”
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The morning came sooner than I had hoped. My eyes lazily blinked at the morning sky as I continued to walk forward, out onto the highway where I could hopefully ride a bus out of Changmin’s street.
I left without saying goodbye. He was still deep in sleep when I left him this morning. There was nothing wrong with waking up next to him after sleeping with him. But last night was just too much for me to face him anytime soon.
Every time I thought about it, without even trying, I could feel Changmin’s hands on me again, dirtying my skin, my mind, my soul. I pushed my hands into the front pockets of my zipped up jacket as I stopped by the nearest bus stop.
A few minutes later the bus I had boarded passed by a Mcdonald’s, the sight of the restaurant chain instantly making me salivate. I took off from my seat, almost too quickly, and asked the driver to kindly stop the bus.
I made my way out and into the double doors of the restaurant, my tummy grumbling at the aroma of newly fried chicken and cooked burgers. Since it was about seven in the morning there wasn’t much of a line at the counter apart from a few students. I ordered my desired meal and walked out to the outside part of Mcdonald’s where I figured I could smoke after my meal.
As I proceeded to find a seat, a girl in a black jacket, jeans and a cap came into my peripheral view. I looked over to her direction as she continued to stare off into space. She wasn’t that difficult to miss, really.
“Amber.” I exclaimed as I walked over to the table she was situated in, settled my tray of food down and sat opposite her.
The sound of my voice seemed to have startled her as she immediately turned her head around to face me. “Jae..” She breathed my name out as she closed her eyes. She sounded relieved.
“Hey,” I smiled.
“Someone’s in a good mood.” Amber sneered.
“Yeah,” I placed one of my fries in my mouth. “And someone isn’t.”
She leaned her forehead on her palm. “I’m just a bit tired.”
“By the way, this is weird, huh?”
“What?”
“Us meeting here. At this hour.”
“Right.” Amber leaned back into her chair. “Where’s your business partner? Shouldn’t he be driving you home by now?”
I looked down at my food as I answered. “I left early.”
Amber replied with one of her smirks.
I was about to say something else when I noticed something very peculiar. “Amber,”
“Yeah?”
“You’re wearing the same clothes as last night.”
She stared back at me, looking as if she was trying her best not to react. I caught the almost nonexistent shock on her face, though. “So?”
She’s trying to stall. “So..” I continued. “did you not go home and change?”
“I-“
“You had sex!” I cut her off.
“Could you say that louder? Coz I don’t think the people in the back heard you.”
“So you did have sex?”
“Jae!”
“I fucking knew it. You have that I-just-got-lucky-afterglow thing going on.”
Amber leaned her head back and groaned.
The thing about Amber was that she liked putting people on the hot seat but hated it when the tables were turned. Which is exactly why I loved torturing her this way.
“I did not have sex, Jae.”
“Sure you did.” I argued. “It’s too obvious, Amber, I’m sorry. All you need now is an “I just had sex” tattoo on your average-sized forehead.”
Amber picked up one of her fries. “I’m gonna shove a shit load of these in you shit hole if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
“Go ahead. I might enjoy it.”
“Pig.”
“Then where were you last night?”
“I slept with Yoochun last night.” Amber said and as soon as she did her eyes broadened the same time mine did. “I slept over….Yoochun’s. That’s….that’s what I wanted to say.”
Even after Amber corrected herself I still remained frozen in my position, hamburger in both my hands, my mouth wide open as I was about to take the first bite.
“Jaejoong,”
“Yoochun?”
“No, Jaejoong.” Amber started to shake her head as she spoke. “I didn’t mean…I didn’t … I just…Oh God.”
I slowly placed the hamburger on the table. “Sometimes I hate it when I can see through your lies.”
“It just all happened so fast…”
“No, Amber. Wait!” I closed my eyes. “I’m not even sure if this is real right now. I mean, Yoochun!? Our Yoochun? Chunnie? Park Fucking Yoochun?”
“Park fucking Yoochun.” Amber breathed out as confirmation.
After readying my self for the gory details, Amber proceeded to tell me what she could remember of the night before and how they…got comfortable. Silence followed after her very long description and I couldn’t help but ask the questions lingering in my head.
“Why?” I said with an unintended look of what might have been disgust on my face.
“Jae, it’s Yoochun. It’s not that bad.” Amber shrugged.
“Oh,” I smiled. “So, it was good?”
“That’s not--!” Amber stood up quickly, her chair sliding backwards from her immediate stance, her finger pointed at me as if to stab me in between the brows. When she realized what she was doing she stopped herself and sat back down. “Never mind.”
“No.” I laughed. “I’m sorry, Amber. It’s just…” I tried to find the right words. “This is kind of weird for me..”
“And it isn’t weird for me? I’m the one he-“ She stopped herself again to lower her voice. “I’m the one who slept with him.”
“I know, I know, I know.” I assured her. “I get it Amber. I’m sorry. Lemme just…” I took a deep breath. “Okay. So, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Amber nodded. “Wait, what do you mean?”
“ Did..” I repeated a few times. “Did you use a raincoat?”
“What?” Amber thought for a moment. “Oh! Oh, you mean…”
“Yeah.” I confirmed.
“Well…no. BUT we were safe in another way.”
“Are you…” Again, with the unsure phrasing. “Do you…I mean, are Yoochun and you..are you..?” I paired my two forefingers in order to gesture the word together.
Amber, as she realized what I was asking, had both her brows meeting at the center of her forehead. “Is that even a question?”
“Amber, don’t get mad. I was just curious.” I explained. “Do you like the guy at all?”
“Absolutely not, Kim Jaejoong! There is no way.”
“There must be some sort of explanation as to why that happened.”
“Yeah, I was drunk and so was he. That’s it.”
“He said he’s liked you for a while now. Drunk people don’t make stories up, they reveal hidden ones.”
“Oh, so now you know a lot about drunk people, but when it comes to a certain business man saying that he loves you while he’s drunk, you are absolutely clueless.”
“Amber.”
“I know you always say my name when you don’t have a witty remark ready.”
“Shut it.”
“Case in point.”
“This is about you.” I tried to emphasize with my animated hand gestures. “Let’s focus on Amber for once.”
“I’d rather focus on something else.”
“Like Yoochun’s ass?”
“Too soon, Jae.”
“Sorry.”
Fortunately, after that we started focusing on our food. As I slowly consumed, my now, tasteless meal, Amber’s story and words remained in my mind. Sure, she had a point. Drunk people saying random things, it makes sense because it’s true. But sometimes drunk people don’t say what they actually feel. They just babble meaningless phrases. Right?
“You know,” Amber started again. “Alcohol, I’ve realized, has given us nothing, but despair and confusion.”
“How long have you been drinking?”
“Since I was fifteen.” Amber thought for a few seconds before answering.
“And how old are you now?”
“Twenty.”
“And you’re only realizing this now?”
“Whenever we see a bottle of hard liquor we really should just turn away. It isn’t worth it.” Amber shook her head slowly as she ended her sentence.
Her seriousness made me laugh. “Let’s stay away from the bottle.” I added.
She nodded in confirmation. “Hey, Jae.”
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“This is kind of overdue and I probably shouldn’t be asking this anymore, but I can’t let it go.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “What’s up.”
“About..” Amber started. “About…business man. No offense, but why did you say yes?”
Her question took me by surprise. I had to think for a bit to find the right answer. “He was very convincing that night.” I tried to joke.
“No, seriously.”
“Seriously?” I leaned forward. “I guess I liked him.” I shrugged. “He got me curious.”
“Curious.” Amber echoed.
“Yeah.” I agreed. “Like, he made me wonder about him. I couldn’t stop thinking about him after that. I…” My words were caught in my throat.
“What?”
There were things about my relationship with Changmin that not even Amber would be able to understand. It was too complicated to explain and too confusing to be desired as an ideal relationship or what have you. “I know what you’re thinking, Amber.”
“You do?”
“He’s wrong for me.”
“Well, in all fairness if you would’ve told that story to anyone else they would think exactly the same thing.”
“That’s because he is. And I get that.” I tried my best to form my words. “but….when he holds me everything else seems to crash down. Like, nothing else matters.”
Amber stared at me for a bit before answering. “Shouldn’t everything feel as if they’re falling back into place as opposed to falling apart?”
“Maybe he makes me feel right, but in a wrong way. Does that make sense?”
“Not really.” Amber shook her head. “But neither does me sleeping with Yoochun, so I guess we’re alright.”
“Are we alright?” I wondered.
“Probably not.” Amber and I laughed. “This is never going to get boring, though.”
“Maybe,” I flashed a huge grin on my face. “I should call Yoochun and ask him what he’s up to today. We should all hangout.”
“That is such a good idea.” Amber said overenthusiastically. “Why don’t we not do that!?”
***
It’s been 2 days since I cooked for Changmin. Now, he wants me to do it again because according to him, he wasn’t satisfied with being able to appreciate the cook instead of the cooking. Smartass.
Here I am, once again, in his kitchen, making the same carbonara fettuccini while he was still out with another one of his I’ll be home around 8 promises. I was stirring the white, creamy sauce with full concentration, a cigarette clipped in between my two fingers in the other hand, the ashtray Changmin bought me close by when I felt someone’s breath on the back of my neck.
“Can I have a taste?” Changmin’s husky whisper reached my ears.
I jumped at the sound. “Changmin!”
“Mmm?” He kissed my neck as I tried to calm my racing heart.
“We’ve been over this.” I said in the same tone of voice as he continued to nip at my neck, his hands rested on the side of the stove, cornering me. “I’m a jumpy person. You know this. So, please! I beg you. The next time you come up behind me give me a decent warning, yeah?”
Changmin looked up at me with his big brown eyes, paralyzing me with just a simple gaze. “What?”
I rolled my eyes. “Never mind.”
I turned around to avert my full attention back to the sauce. As I stirred once again with the wooden spoon I felt Changmin’s hands creep under my shirt, his fingers landing on the sensitive areas of my sides and back. He placed his chin on my right shoulder. My heart started to race again. It took so much effort just to breathe around him. It was amazing, I thought, how his simple actions could put me into cardiac arrest at any minute.
“I’m hungry.” Changmin breathed.
“Well, this is just about ready.” I said. “The pasta is in the blue bowl, right over there on the counter. Why don’t you set the table while you wait.”
“Yes, sir.” Changmin teased, moving away from me, the distance between us making me completely thankful. Now I can think straight.
Once everything was set we sat down on either side of the rectangular dining table. I placed my cell phone next to my plate, like I usually did.
“You changed your phone?” Changmin said when he caught sight of the unfamiliar gadget next to my plate.
“Oh yeah,” I remembered as I got a handful of pasta and placed in on my plate. “I lost my old phone.”
“Where?”
“In the bus I think. I was on my way home when I lost it.”
“Shame.” He started mixing his pasta with the sauce. “That was a good phone.”
“Stop reminding me. I might cry.”
“Why didn’t you buy a better replacement?”
I looked back at him with one brow raised as a response.
“Don’t I pay you well?” Changmin smirked.
At this point I was already immune to our business agreement and his quips about it. About time too. “Why buy when I can get one for free?”
“Someone gave you that?” Changmin asked.
“I borrowed it.” I explained. “She didn’t have a problem letting it go either seeing as this unit is as old as you are.”
Changmin laughed.
It was about a few days ago when I lost my phone. I haven’t told my mom yet, nor do I intend to anytime soon. Luckily Amber had an extra phone to lend me but it was a definite downgrade. Didn’t matter as long as I could be contacted. Plus, my mom was too busy with herself and other much more important things to take any notice.
“MMMmmm!” I heard Changmin moan as he placed a spoonful of pasta in his mouth. “scrumptious!”
“Anything tastes like first class to the hungry.”
“I’m being serious.” He said through his mouthful of food. “I can’t remember the last time I had a good home cooked meal.”
“That sounds depressing.”
“I live alone.” He shrugged. “And besides, I’m at the office most of the time.”
As soon as I said the words that followed I wished I could take them back. “I can cook for you regularly, if you like.”
He froze, his eyes stared into mine, a smile forming at the corner of his lips. “Are you serious?”
“Or not.” I looked away. “It was a stupid idea anyway.”
“No. That was really nice of you to offer.” His smile widened. I could feel my cheeks starting to warm due to the sudden rush of blood caused by Changmin’s smile.
“Just forget about it.”
“I like it when you cook for me.”
The second I heard him say it I looked up at him. His expression was unreadable because it contained nothing but a half smile and wide eyes.
“I just don’t feel comfortable asking you to have to do it everytime we meet. I think I’ve taken advantage of you enough.”
“At least let me do something for you that I actually enjoy.”
I heard Changmin’s fork clink against his plate. I looked up and he was staring at me again, except this time, there was no smile on his face, but I could tell that he was amused. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I enjoy cooking.” I explained slowly, making sure I didn’t say anything wrong,
“But you don’t enjoy sleeping with me?” One of Changmin’s brows raised as he questioned me.
My face formed a confused expression. “That’s not-“
“Because as far as I know, making me pasta and making me moan are the only things you’ve been doing for me, so far.”
I was taking a sip of water when I heard what he said causing me to choke on the liquid I was consuming rather quickly. I get really dehydrated when I’m nervous.
A wide smile spread across Changmin’s face as his gaze remained at me.
I used my hand to wipe off the excess water dribbling on my chin. “That was inappropriate.”
“Kind of rude too. I happen to think that I’m a very enjoyable person in bed.”
“I’m sure you are.” I thought about what I said. “I mean, I know you are.”
“You like it, right?”
“Are you trying to make me feel uncomfortable, hyung? Coz I can assure you right now that it’s working pretty well.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with asking you what you like in bed. I’m simply being considerate.”
“Don’t be.”
“It’s also for my sake. I like knowing that you don’t feel unfulfilled.”
“It’s fine.” I tried to keep myself composed, but I was only a few pushes away from losing it.
“Really. Jaejoong, I want to know.”
Three. “There’s nothing to know.”
“Come on. Just tell me.”
Two. “Tell you what?”
“Do you like it when we…play pickle me, tickle me?”
And, I’ve lost it. “Fine!” I said in a higher voice. “I like it. I like it! Okay? You happy now, Changmin?”
“You like it?”
“A lot!”
“You like it when I touch you?”
I nodded. “Especially when you lick me.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.” I winked then went back to my food.
“Dirty boy.”
I raked my fingers through my hair and leaned back on my chair. “What about you?”
“Me?” Changmin crossed his arms and placed the on the table.
“What is it that I do to you that you like?”
“I’m not a very picky person, Jaejoong.”
“Okay.” I shrugged.
“I like absolutely everything.”
My eyes narrowed upon hearing his reply, which he said in a raspy voice. “You like everything that I do?”
He nodded. “Everything. Everything you do, everything you say, everything about you. Actually,” He shifted his weight on his seat before continuing. “You sitting there, right now, as you comb your fingers through your hair and every blonde strand falls back down to your face, is kind of turning me on.”
“Everything turns you on, though.” I grinned.
Changmin shook his head. “Everything about you, yeah.”
I bit my lower as a very impure thought crossed my mind. We stared at each other for a few moments longer before my lust kicked in, overruling all of my better judgment. I pushed my chair backwards a little in order to allow myself ample space to slip underneath the table. I could feel Changmin’s eyes on me the entire time, knowing full well that my hunger could no longer be satisfied by what was on my plate.
When I reached where he was from underneath the table, I placed both my palms on his knees intending to spread them apart. Changmin pushed the table away, making room for me slide up in between him, against his heated body. I wondered if he could feel the longing in my kiss as our lips finally met. There was once a time when I thought that I would rather die than see him on a regular basis. Now, I couldn’t keep myself sane in just two days without him.
In the days that I didn’t see him my head and my dreams would be filled with his face, his skin, his taste, his scent. I would wake up wanting to go back to sleep just so I could see him again. He had filled my thoughts and made me want more every moment I got some of him. I was addicted. Hook line and sinker. He was beautiful and terrible all rolled into one, a nightmare that if were able to consume me, I would blissfully succumb to without any regrets.
I positioned myself to sit on the table for support, my legs left to dangle in mid air as Changmin continued to move his lips with mine. His touch burned into my skin as he slipped his hands beneath my shirt, feeling every part of me, sending waves of electricity shooting randomly through my body, then all the way down to my crotch.
Finally out of the confines of our clothes, my body was sprawled across the table, Changmin lining up his hips to match my entry. The anticipation was killing me. I wanted to feel him, no matter how painful, because with him every ache was sweeter than anything that I had ever felt.
Changmin allowed my legs to rest on his shoulders as he entered me without restraint, his face melting into an expression of complete pleasure. My eyes shut, head leaned back, at the feel of his sudden intrusion, my nails digging deep into the mahogany dining table.
He started to move in and out, my body trying to match his rhythm, our moans coming out in unison. As he went faster and deeper sweat started trickling down from his chest to my stomach, making me want to lick every droplet I could find on his body.
His grip on the back of my thighs started to harden as I knew from his screams and his face that he was about to climax. I pulled him closer, wanting to help him cum, and stuck my tongue in his mouth, moaning as I did so. That’s when I felt his hot liquid pierce into me, filling me, marking me as his. With the feel of his explosion inside me I came soon after that.
He fell back on the chair where he was seated on earlier as we both tried to catch our breaths.
After what seemed like 45 deep breaths later, I propped myself up on my elbows and saw him still sitting on his chair, still naked, his head still leaned back as he stared at the ceiling. He must’ve felt me staring at him because he looked down a few seconds after. A smirk formed on my lips as I said, “So, are you ready for desert?”
a/n: YAY! JAEMIN IS BACK. hahaha. another long chapter and detailed jaemin lovin for all of you patient readers. I love you all for taking the time to read this and please, once again, comment and add me as well if you wanna follow this fiction. I add people back, no worries. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. <333 LOVE IT? HATE IT? WHAT n_n
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