Section Rating: PG-13
Overall Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hot Korean boys. A seduction. An alluring. A temptation. And Min's self-discovery.
Sections: One, Two
Related Fics: So Much Mine and Lavender Bunny. Links go to PDFs. Other related fics can be found at my LJ: wedspawn
The party was going late, Min sighed. He’d lost the others nearly four hours ago. It must be a burden to be so charismatic that one was dragged about like a new puppy, Changmin thought to himself, you would never get the chance to stand outside on a balcony over Seoul nursing a warm glass of soda and listening to the brash, thumping music churning from inside of a penthouse suite.
“They truly do not know what they are missing.” Min turned his back on the party and its noise, leaning his elbows against the high railing.
Seoul sparkled under a pitch black sky. Off in the distance, it ran along and around the mountains, dark jutting lengths of stone in a river of light. Up high above the street, Min heard only the rush of the wind, under the blaring noise of the sound from the party. He could imagine living in the penthouse, a serene vastness of glass and polished wooden floors set above a distant city.
“What are you doing out here?”
Min didn’t need to see who spoke to him. The man’s voice had become overly familiar to him in the hours he’d been trapped in the zoetrope of a party. It was his voice that Changmin heard ad nauseam all night.
There was a power to that voice, sensual at times but mostly a smooth trail of sound that drew one’s attention. Min was nearly sick of hearing it.
“Hyung.” Min spared Seven a glance, the briefest of courtesies acknowledging the older man.
“You’re not inside promoting our cross-label friendliness.” Dong-wook leaned with his back against the metal rail, his arm nearly touching the slender young man staring out at the city below.
“The hyungs are very good at doing that.” A short nod asserted the truth of his words although Seven saw a flicker of something in the younger man’s eyes. “Shouldn’t you be inside? It is your release party. They will miss you.”
“Let them.” Dong-wook dismissed the party with a casual wave Min envied. The man’s self-confidence rolled off of him in waves, a long lean body rippling as Seven moved.
The boy…the young man, Seven reminded himself, was a curiosity to many in the industry. Introverted and quiet, Shim Changmin mostly kept company with the other members of his group at events, never more than a few feet from one of the older singers. He often skipped the parties thrown for other groups and singers or would distance himself from the festivities after a few hours, patiently and silently waiting for the others to exit and take him with them.
Studying the other man’s face, Seven saw a steady intelligence in Min’s dark eyes and the resolute set of his full mouth and square chin. Changmin’s brow furrowed under Seven’s inspection, the younger man’s attention fixed on the skyline but he was growing increasingly uncomfortable under the other’s perusal.
“I never noticed how pretty you were.” Seven leaned over and whispered into Min’s ear. The heat of Seven’s words shocked Min and he turned, gaping at the other man. Changmin’s startled face gave Seven a clearer glimpse of the man behind the quiet mask.
The jaded ennui cracked and fell away, peeling back to reveal the innocent-blushed beauty beneath. Where Jaejoong was the group’s forbidden exotic, Changmin was its untasted androgynous delight. A promise of unbridled passion lay in the dip of boy’s mouth, and the silkiness of his smooth skin left no doubt of his youth. The combination rushed a strong desire into Seven’s belly, and he wondered at the taste of Min’s lips, licking his own in anticipation.
Recovering, Min frowned, his shoulders straightening before he sipped at his drink. He willed his hand not to tremble as he brought the glass up to his lips but he was certain Seven noticed the tremor before he could keep from sloshing.
“I’m not the pretty one.” Changmin replied after swallowing. “I left them inside.”
“Ah.” Seven didn’t hear bitterness in the other man’s words. Just a quiet statement of the truth. “You really believe that, then?”
The sidelong glance Seven earned in return was spiced with humour, a silent criticism of Seven’s sanity. “You’ve seen Jaejoong, right?”
“Yes.” Seven rubbed at the back of his head, mouth pursed in slight embarrassment. He’d run into Yunho’s temper during a game show for paying too much attention to that particular tasty nibble. Seven was too smart to do that again, despite the chaotic temptation Jaejoong represented. “I don’t think Jaejoong’s available.”
“And you think I am?”
Seven had to admit the crook of Min’s eyebrow was masterful. The gesture conveyed just the right amount of disbelief and censure. It gave the younger man’s face a frosting of challenge over his prettiness.
“I think you could be.” Seven slid a look over the young man’s body, slowly taking in the lean powerful form with an assessing eye. “If you just let yourself.”
“When you’re done staring at the city, come back inside.” Seven stepped away from the balcony and headed back to the party. “There are a lot of dark little corners that are just begging to be explored. I could show you my favourite.”
The first phone call came nearly a week later.
Changmin blinked at the sound of his cell’s ringtone. Peering at his clock, he mumbled at the time, only a few hours after midnight. Fumbling for the chirruping phone, he flipped it open, hoping it was one of the others who’d locked themselves out of the apartment again.
Swallowing his surprise, Min nearly choked on his own spit, rubbing at his face to clear some of the sleep from his eyes. He knew that voice. There was something familiar about it. Something that tugged at the questioning need in the crux of his groin.
“Hyung.” Changmin cleared his throat. “Choi.”
“Ah, I knew you would remember me.”
“Do you know what time it is?” Min fumbled for his glasses, holding up the frames so he could seen the soft glowing numbers clearer. No, he thought, the time didn’t change. It was still three in the morning.
“I was just heading to bed.” Seven said, cocky and assured in Min’s ear. “Actually, I’m already in bed and for some reason, my mind wandered over to how you looked the other night. And I wanted to hear your voice.”
“It’s three in the morning.” Min repeated, a husky grumble in his voice. “Are you insane?”
“Sometimes.” Seven admitted. “Were you asleep?”
“Most rational people are asleep at three in the morning. Even some irrational people.” Min fell back into his pillows, throwing his arm over his eyes. Cradling cell phone against his ear, he nested under the covers, trying to figure out why he was continuing the conversation. “What do you want?”
The answer came too suddenly for Changmin to absorb. It sank into him in stages, starting with suspicion that the other man was teasing him to denial, afraid to even believe that there could be a kernel of truth in that one word.
“You are… crazy.” Min whispered.
“You don’t think someone could want you?”
There, Seven thought. That was a truth spoken from Changmin’s soul.
“You’re very desirable.” Seven replied. “Truth is, I’ve been thinking about you ever since I saw you under that night sky. You left quite an impression on my mind…and you should have left an impression on my body but you left without coming to find me.”
“I’m not something to be played with, hyung.” Changmin’s voice trembled. “I’m not a toy.”
“What are you looking for, Minnie-ah? Forever?” Seven’s voice shimmered tears into Min’s eyes. “Are you so surrounded by true love that you are going to deny yourself even the simplest pleasures until your true prince comes along? Or is it princess?”
“I…” Min’s sleepy brain struggled with Seven’s words. “I don’t know. I don’t think it matters what sex someone is if you like them.”
“Does that like only include love or is it desire as well?”
“Because I’m telling you, Shim Changmin, I would love to spend a very long night licking at every inch of your body. From that little point of cartilage in the outside middle of your ear to exploring that delectable down of hair that I’ve been told is on the small of your back.” Seven murmured, listening to the young man’s breathing go shallow. “And I want to feel your tongue explore me right back.”
“Is this some kind of sick joke because Yunho warned you off of Joongie-ah?” Changmin retorted, keeping his guard up as he in turn, fought the rolling want hooking claws into his body.
“He told you about that?”
“You just confirmed it.”
“Ah, that’s the last time I underestimate you, iroppoi.”
“What does that mean?” Changmin cursed under his breath. His Japanese was no where near what he wanted it to be.
“I could teach you what it means.” Seven’s teasing voice promised more than a language lesson. “I would love to show you how to say it properly. You know the best way for a teacher to discover if a student is saying a word properly is for him to place his finger on his student’s tongue. I could do that for you.”
“Once again, I’m thinking this is some sort of sick joke.” Min refused to allow himself to fall into the desire taking hold of him. Seven was promising nothing more than a way to provide himself and his friends some laughs at Changmin’s expense, probably in retaliation for Jaejoong’s ignoring the other man’s subtle advances.
“It’s no joke, pretty.” Seven grew serious, his voice deepening. “Jaejoong was just someone I looked at. Touched a little bit. I’d be a fool to cross Yunho’s lawn.”
“You are much more promising than Jaejoong, pretty Minne-ah.” The older man continued. “There is something especially erotic about watching someone as beautiful as you opening up under my hands and mouth. And from what I can see, you aren’t looking for someone to be with you forever. I’m guessing that you’re standing on the outside of true love and thinking, I’m not ready to be consumed by another person but wouldn’t it be nice to feel someone against me…or inside of me. Am I right, airashii?”
“Yes.” Changmin felt his mind tumble down into the abyss, letting go of the anchors that held his reserved personality in place. Sighing with relief at the freedom to embrace the truth in his heart, Min whispered with a broken hitch of want into the phone. “I don’t want love. I’m too young for love. I have too much to do in my life but I want…”
“I know what you want, Min.” Seven purred, his words licking at Changmin’s ear. “And I want to be the one to give it to you.”
“Why don’t you go back to sleep?” The older man suggested. “But do me a favour first.”
“Tell me what you’re wearing to bed.” Seven’s husky chuckle thrilled Min, an uncontrollable shiver running through him. “Or better yet, why don’t you take off what you’re wearing so I can go to bed thinking of how I got you undressed.”
“No.” Changmin hissed, embarrassment turning his face hot. He longed to gain some control over the conversation. Taking a breath to centre himself, Min whispered back. “Maybe I’m not wearing anything already.”
“Damn.” Seven let out a low whistle, panting slightly. “That’s definitely an image I want to take with me when I dream.”
“I’m going to hang up now.” Min suppressed the smile he felt tug at his mouth. He would learn to play at Seven’s game, Changmin decided. If Seven was serious about chasing him, then Changmin would let himself be chased. The promise of exploring his awakening sensuality was too much of a lure for Min to pass up. “I want to go to sleep.”
“Are you going to dream about me?” The other man asked.
“I might.” Changmin admitted. “But I’m not making any promises.”
“Ah.” Seven murmured. “Would it help if I told you that I’m not wearing anything to bed? And that my body is quite taken by the sound of your voice. If you were here, you could see that.”
“I’ll take your word for it. Maybe I’ll be around sometime to see. Maybe even touch.” Changmin let go of the breath he held in his lungs, a hard pant releasing the tremor of his nerves. “Good night, Dong-wook.”
“Good night, Minnie-ah.” Seven laughed, hearing the desire running hot in Min’s voice. “I’ll talk to you later. And maybe soon, we can arrange that touching you. Because I would like that very much.”