Title: Tarnished Angels
Pairing: Min/Other (some jaeho and yoosu along the way)
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, Three, Four, Five, Six, Se7en, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven (Lemon), Twelve
Related Fics: So Much Mine and Lavender Bunny. Links go to PDFs. Other related fics can be found at my LJ: wedspawn
Se7en rubbed at his eyes, plastering a wide smile on his face as another photo was slid in front of him. He no longer regretted using his stage name for a signature. The kanji was much easier to write after a few thousand times. Shifting, he tried to work feeling back into his rear, his legs nearly numb from sitting down for three hours. A whisper from his road manager told him that the line was nearly gone and soon, he’d be free to stand up.
If he could stand up.
Se7en never understood why other singers and actors complained about signings. His wrist did hurt from scrawling his name and his face always felt stretched out from smiling, not to mention being tired of answering the same questions time and time again but one thing remained firm in his mind.
If not for the people standing on the other side of the table, it wouldn’t be his butt in the chair and his aching wrist signing Shichi-Sebun over and over again.
No, he was fine just where he was.
He took a moment between people to sign stock photos, tokens to be handed out at various events if he couldn’t get to everyone. Shadowy forms broke the light in front of him and then a poorly printed bootleg copy of his CD was slid in front of him, a familiar, haunting husky voice saying his name.
“Se7en, you didn’t sign this the other night.”
Looking up, Se7en couldn’t help but let his face crack into an actual grin, surprised and delighted to see the youngest member of Tohoshinki standing in front of him at his own signing. The young man was dressed down, a grey beanie pulled down over his forehead, a pair of brown-tinted oversized sunglasses hiding the crinkle of Min’s almond-shaped eyes.
“Hey.” Se7en knew his voice softened. He heard it. And he saw its effect on the young man’s face, a lift of the edges of lips Se7en wanted to give a kiss hello.
Se7en hated being trapped behind a table and a narrow-minded society.
Taking the CD from Min’s hand, he turned it over, wincing at the smeared ink on its badly printed liner notes. Wagging the jewel case in the air, he crooked a playful smile at Min. “You sure you don’t want one that looks better? Not like I don’t have a lot of these.”
“Nope.” Min glanced behind him, sliding a peek around to the relatively short line creeping around the store’s entrance. People stood at a distance, giving him some privacy. “That one has special meaning.”
“I’ve missed you.” Se7en whispered in Korean, just loud enough for the other man to hear. Bending his head down, the older singer scrawled his signature then wrote out a special message, leaving inked kisses and hugs along the edges of his own face. “This past week has been hell without seeing you.”
“That’s why I stood in line to see you.” Min bent down, making a show of picking out a photo for Se7en to autograph. He lightly brushed against the other man’s hand, inhaling at the spark arcing between them.
“Can you stay for a bit?” Se7en asked, smiling blandly to control a silly grin from eating up his face when the young man nodded. “I’ve got about ten or fifteen minutes after this signing. I can spend it with you in the waiting room. Then I’ve got to head to an interview. Unless you’ve got some place to be.”
“No, I’m done for the week.” Min nodded pleasantly. “Just tell your manager to take me to where you want to meet. I don’t think they’ll take my word for it that you’re letting some young kid smuggle himself into your waiting area.”
“Baby, if you could see yourself in those jeans, you’d understand why my manager would lock you in the car so you didn’t escape.” Se7en ran a smoldering look up Min’s long legs, glimpses of tanned skin showing under tears in the worn denim. He didn’t care who noticed at this point, especially when Se7en spotted a rip along the lower part of one back pocket as Min twisted to look down at his pants. A peek of red cotton flashed against the fold of Min’s rear, dark blood-hued underwear disappearing again when Min turned back to face Se7en. “I’m surprised the girls in line didn’t take you home with them.”
“They tried.” Changmin took the signed photo from Se7en’s fingers, running his thumb over the man’s palm before drawing back, the wicked gleam in his eyes hidden by the tint of his glasses. “But I told them I was holding out for you.”
“God, you’re a brat.” Se7en grinned as he closed the door to the waiting room behind him, firmly turning the deadbolt before stepping to embrace Changmin.
“Hello.” Min returned Dong-Wook’s smile with one of his own, a shy and pretty grin Se7en quickly kissed off of Min’s face.
“I’ve missed you.” Se7en leaned back against a table, cradling Min’s long body between his spread legs. Changmin looped his own arms around Se7en’s waist, letting the older man rock him back and forth in a loose embrace, just taking a moment to look at one another. “How have you been?”
“You talk to me every night.” Changmin laughed. “You should know how I’ve been.”
“How are you today then?” The older man nibbled on his friend’s nose tip, earning him a disgusted grimace from the fastidious Min. “What? Are you afraid I’m going to suck your brains out?”
“No,” Min replied. “Other things. Ick. Don’t do that. Suppose I didn’t wipe my nose enough.”
“That’s what I love about you, Minku.” Se7en licked at the corners of Changmin’s mouth. “You’re very practical.”
Changmin froze in Se7en’s arms, his face numbing as the weight of Se7en’s words sank into his mind. Clearing his throat, Min swallowed, his thoughts scattering under the chaos working quickly through his body.
“What’s that look for?” Se7en asked, bending back slightly to stare at Min’s shocked face. “Because I said that I loved something about you? We’ve been doing this for how long, Minku? Talking and sharing? You don’t think I’d love some things about you?”
“It just was,” Min whispered, moving his hands to the flat of Se7en’s chest. “I didn’t expect it. Just when I think I know where I stand, you move the rug.”
“That’s what you love about me.” Se7en teased. “Admit it.”
“No.” Min scowled, unwilling to let the older man have the upper hand. A nibble of Se7en’s teeth along the column of his neck changed his mind. “Yes. Shit.”
“I’m a bad influence on you.” The singer laughed against Min’s throat. “You never used to swear until you started talking to me.”
“I did swear.” Changmin replied. “Just now, I do it out loud.”
“I’m sorry I don’t have much time to spend with you this afternoon.” Se7en frowned. “Everything just seemed to take off after we went to the carnival.”
“It did.” Min agreed, tracing over the other’s shoulders. He missed the feel of Se7en under his hands, letting his fingers roam where they could reach along the other man’s back. “We got pulled into doing more things, too.”
“Thank god for cell phones.” Se7en murmured, hooking his hands into Min’s back pockets and pulling the younger man closer. “And little minks that are willing to talk to me at three in the morning.”
“I’m beginning to think you never sleep.” Changmin complained. “The other members think I talk in my sleep. Yoochun heard me the other night and I had to pretend I was snoring when he came in. You must have thought I was crazy.”
“I was wondering what happened.” The older man nodded, finally comprehending the odd noises on the other end of the call. “I thought that maybe you were…enjoying the phone call a bit too much.”
“We were talking about books.” Min reminded him, snorting at Se7en’s salacious wink.
“You were talking about books. I had my mind on the talker of books.” Dong-Wook said. He lightly touched Min’s reddened cheeks, moving aside the sunglasses so he could get a better look at the younger man’s eyes.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”
“Wanted what?” Min asked, canting his head in confusion.
Cupping Min’s rear, Se7en leaned the younger man into him, trapping Changmin’s lean body between his arms and sucked open the part of Min’s lips.
There was a sweetness to the young man’s mouth, still untouched by the jaded taint of age. The intimacies they’d shared under the stars of an open moon roof were pale ghosts when compared to the whispered confessions told over a phone line linking Min’s bedroom to Se7en’s flat.
“Damn, I swear to God, every time I kiss you, it’s like I’m tasting you for the first time.” Se7en murmured on Min’s panting mouth, drawing back and listening to Changmin’s beating heart. The older man ran his tongue along the lower pout of Min’s lips, leaving a trail of wet to blow on, something Se7en knew drove shivers down into Min’s bones.
“How does your schedule look?” Se7en asked before licking at the faint yellow mark left on Min’s neck. He chuckled when the young man jerked away and gave him a warning glare. “What? You didn’t mind the first time I left you marked.”
“I wasn’t thinking.” Min admitted. “Yunho saw it a couple of days later when it was just turning blue and I had to blame it on Jaejoong for hitting me during rehearsal. You’re lucky. I could have told Yunnie-ah that it was you.”
“You’d never do that to me.” The other pursed his lips, cocky and smug at the flushed look on Min’s face. “I am safe from Yunho as long as I keep you happy.”
“We were booked up but Junsu had to head back to Seoul for some family thing. Yoochun went with him.” Min said. “I think he missed the kim chee more than he would miss Junsu. But don’t tell them I said that.”
“And your parents?”
“Jaejoong and Yunho?” Min lightly punched Se7en’s shoulder. “Don’t call them that. Or I’ll start doing it and get into trouble with management. It’s hard enough keeping them hidden now.”
“What are they doing?” Se7en corrected himself.
“They are going to Okinawa.” Changmin said, a sly grin on his kiss-swollen lips. “They leave this afternoon and will be gone for two days.”
“So, you’re going to be left alone in Japan?”
“Our manager is still around.” Min reminded him. “He said he’d check on me if I needed anything.”
“So, again I say,” Se7en repeated. “You’re going to be left alone in Japan?”
“For a couple of day, yes.” Changmin agreed.
God, you’re dense, his inner voice whispered. Just tell him to come over and stay.
No, that’s a bad idea, Min thought, we’ll leave something for the others to find. Stuff like that always happens. Look at Yoochun and Junsu.
“And I’m stuck working.” Se7en mused. “I’m not going to get out of filming until late tonight.”
“Oh.” Changmin let out a small sigh of disappointment. He hadn’t planned on anything, not really; he said to himself. Just the chance to spend some time with Se7en without the others looking over his shoulder was nearly too much for him to resist.
“How about this?” The older man kissed at Min’s sad smile, hugging the singer to him. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a set of keys strung over a ring. Dangling the knotted cord tied to the ring in front of Min’s nose, Se7en smiled. “I don’t suppose you’d want to wait for me tonight? At my place?”
“I don’t know…” The reality of an evening spent with Se7en suddenly struck Min hard. He wasn’t ready for that. He wasn’t sure he’d been ready for the pleasures Se7en gave him in the car. His body was still recovering its equilibrium sucked clean from it by Se7en’s skillful mouth. Changmin wasn’t sure he’d survive anything else at the moment.
“Baby, we don’t have to do anything.” Se7en tucked under his friend’s chin, lifting Min’s face up until he could see into the younger man’s eyes. “I’m going to be dead tired and it’s still too soon for you. I know that. I just want to spend some time with you. Share some take out. Maybe pass out on the couch and drool on your lap while you read a book.”
“Would you like that, Minku?” The older man asked, watching Min’s pretty face.
“Yes. It sounds…nice.” He took the key from Se7en’s hand, trembling as he closed it into his fist. The metal bit into his palm, reminding him of Se7en’s teeth on his body. “I can cook dinner for you. If you want. It won’t be anything like Jaejoong can cook but I can make something from home. Maybe even bulgogi?”
“Iro, I would love a home cooked meal.” Se7en let out a sigh, releasing the breath he held tighter than he’d held the ring of keys between his fingers. “I don’t know what I’ve got in the apartment. Mostly, I order in.”
“I’ll stop at the store.” Changmin nodded. His heart seemed to have stopped. He was sure his heart stopped. He could no longer hear anything but the rush of wind in his ears and the gulping of his throat as it closed up around his words. Min wondered how long it would be before he just passed out in Se7en’s arms.
“Breathe, baby.” Se7en urged him, placing a gentle kiss on Min’s chin. “Stay with me tonight. I just want to fall asleep talking and holding you. I’d like to wake up and find you in bed with me, even if it’s six o’clock in the morning and I have to leave to do an interview.”
“This is just moving so fast.” Min whispered. “But we’ve known each other for a long time. Why is this scaring me?”
“Don’t let it scare you.” The other man reassured him. “You don’t have to stay. Hell, you don’t even have to show up. If you’re not there when I get home, I’ll understand, honey. It’s okay.”
“No, I’ll be there.” Min promised, tucking the key into his pocket. “I’ll need your address.”
“Do you want me to send a car or are you going to take a cab?” Se7en found a piece of paper, scribbling down his flat address on the back of a flyer. “It’s on the top floor. The small key will unlock the elevator for you.”
“I’ll get a cab or take the train. I can stop and get something at the store first.” Finally inhaled deeply, Changmin’s lungs wept from lack of oxygen. “This sounds so… weird.”
“What?” Se7en tucked the folded address into Min’s pocket. “Dinner?”
“I’m scared.” Changmin said, his voice trembling. “But I’m okay. I mean, I know you’re not going to…”
“Force myself on you?”
“Yeah,” Min nodded. “I think I trust you.”
“Well, if it makes you feel better,” Se7en replied. “I have to trust you too.”
“What? How come?”
“’Cause you’re making me dinner. You could poison me.” The older man ducked, pulling away from Min’s reach as the young man turned to grab at him. “And you’d be safe because you’ve eaten your cooking before.”
“Aish! You deserve to get sick.” Changmin pushed at Se7en’s shoulder, barely nudging the heavier man’s body.
“Choi-kun!” A masculine voice called through the locked door. “We have to leave now.”
“Damn.” Se7en grabbed Min’s wrist, pulling him close and stealing a lengthy kiss from his lover’s mouth. “The doorman has you on my list of visitors. If he asks, just tell him your name. He’ll show you up.”
“You’re pretty sure that I’d come over, huh?” Min cocked his head at Se7en, the older man reluctantly unlocking the door to the hall.
“Baby, I had your name on that list before I had furniture.” Dong-Wook winked. “I wasn’t sure of me. I was sure of you. See you tonight. And don’t poison me.”