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; Thirteen; Fourteen
Related Fics: So Much Mine and Lavender Bunny. Links go to PDFs. Other related fics can be found at my LJ: wedspawn
Changmin knew this moment would come. Albeit it arrived sooner than he’d thought it would, but now as he felt the heat of Yunho’s anger, the knot in his stomach unraveled, leaving him strangely calm. It was finally out in the open.
“Dongsaeng, did you hear me?” Yunho’s voice was sharp. Min had not heard that edge in Yunho’s voice since he’d called Jaejoong a whore a long time ago. The young singer was certain he could cut diamonds with the hardness in Yunho’s tone. “Where are you?”
Change tactics, his mind whispered. Take what you’ve learned and use it to your advantage. Be the man that Se7en sees you as, not the frail, unsure young boy you need to leave behind.
Easier said than done, his gremlin snorted.
“Is everything alright, hyung?” Min swung his legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose and trying to work the headache from between his eyes. “Why are you home? You’re supposed to be in Okinawa.”
“Is that why you’re not here? Because we’re supposed to be in Okinawa?” Yunho asked, waving off Jaejoong’s shushing. “Where are you? Answer me, Changmin.”
Se7en slid over to rub at Changmin’s spine, propping himself up on one elbow and kissing at the edge of Min’s ribs, placing another along the downy hair on the other man’s lower back. “Is that Yunho?”
Min nodded rather than answering him, listening to Yunho’s questions on the other end of the phone. He was more worried that something happened rather than Yunho’s anger at finding him missing. Something changed inside of him. In that moment, Min took a breath in and breathed out as someone stronger than he’d given himself credit for.
“Come home now, Minnie-ah.” Yunho said, his voice tight. “You’re too young to be out like this. Tell whoever you’re with that you’re leaving. I’ll come get you.”
“Do you need me to take you home?” Se7en sat up all the way, resting his chin on Min’s shoulder, murmuring into the younger man’s ear. “I’ll do that if you want me to. I don’t want you to feel cornered by this. It’s not fair to you, Minku.”
“No. Thank you, iro, but no.” Min kissed Se7en on the nose, shaking his head. Turning his attention back to the phone conversation. “Yunnie-ah, no. You won’t be coming to get me. I won’t be coming home. Answer me please. Is everything okay with you and Joongie-ah? Did something happen to make you come home?”
“Is that Choi Dong-Wook I hear?” Yunho narrowed his eyes, glancing at Jaejoong standing at the end of the couch. “Did you know he was seeing Choi?”
“Se7en?” Jaejoong whistled under his breath. “Damn. Really? I had my money on Hyukjae.”
“You knew about this? You knew he was seeing someone?” Yunho gaped, his temper spilling over the tight control he held over it so far. “What the hell is going on? He’s barely old enough to drive much less…”
“Fuck? Believe it or not, I was old enough for that a while ago. I’ve just never gotten around to doing it.” Min supplied the coarseness for Yunho, twisting the phrase until it dripped with filth and baseness. “Yunnie-ah, if you can’t talk to me and tell me what’s happened to bring you home, then please give the phone to Joongie-ah. I can’t believe I have to get a straight answer from Jaejoong.”
“Do you want some tea?” Se7en asked, searching for his drawstring pants. “Never mind. I’ll make you cocoa.”
“Hold on a minute, Yunho.” Min said into the phone, listening for a second as the leader’s anger ramped back up. “Yunho, please. I need you to stop.”
“Thank you. I think I need some tea, really.” Min nodded, holding the phone away from his ear. The gentle kiss Se7en left on his forehead brought a flush of tears into his eyes, the sting of Yunho’s anger finally sinking in. “Green or jasmine if you have it.”
“Anything for you, baby.” Se7en murmured. “I’ll go pick some if I don’t have any.”
“Shichi?” Min sniffed, leaning his head back and breathing in deeply. He would not cry, he told himself. Taking in harsh breaths, he blew the air up onto his eyes, using the puffs to forestall any tears.
“What do you need, baby?” Se7en tied his pants, tucking the loops into the waistband. Leaning on the bed with the flat of his hands, Se7en kissed at the corners of Min’s eyelids, tasting the salt of the young man’s pain on his tongue. “Don’t cry, Minku. Please. You’ll break me. I can’t stand to see you cry. Tell you what, if you don’t want to deal with this crap, stay here until you feel like you want to deal with him.”
“Are you sure?” Min no longer heard the fire in Yunho’s words, just the intent to hem him into a corner where he no longer felt like he fit. “This is ugly. I don’t want you in the middle of this. You don’t deserve any of this.”
“Hell, if it means I get to come home and see you wearing my clothes, then I’m all for it.” Se7en grinned, biting a small nip into Min’s neck. “I’ll give you some privacy. And if you decide you want me to go over to your house and break Yunho’s nose, I can do that too.”
“Minnie-ah?” Jaejoong’s voice broke over the line, slightly distant in Min’s ear. “Let me talk to him, Yunnie.”
“No,” Yunho said firmly. “I’m coming to get you, Changmin.”
“No. No, you’re not.” Min replied. The butterflies in his stomach were sure to be wolves by the time he finished this phone call but if he didn’t speak up for himself now, he never would be able to do so in the future. “I’m going to ask you one more time, is everything alright?
“Our flight was delayed until later this morning. We thought we’d come home and sleep a bit. That is before we found you were gone.” Yunho bit back. “And no, everything’s not alright! You’re sleeping with Choi.”
“Who I sleep with isn’t any of your business, hyung.” Wrapping the sheets around his naked torso, Min fell back onto the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. “So long as you and the others are okay.”
“He’s going to hurt you, Min.” The older man warned. Yunho sat on the couch, tired of pacing off the living room. He’d failed their youngest, not giving him enough protection from the world around them. “Se7en’s not good enough for you. He’s not. He’s an asshole.”
“Yunnie-ah, you don’t know him.” The tears returned, burning across his eyelashes.
“I’m guessing you don’t know him either.” Yunho retorted. “Chances are you’re only seeing what he wants you to see.”
“Hyung, I love you. I do.” Min whispered, feeling his heart clench in his chest. He could hear Se7en moving around in the kitchen, the small rattle of pots and pans as he searched for a kettle. “But I need to be able to make my own mistakes. If Se7en hurts me, then I am the one making that decision. You can’t make it for me. You just can’t.”
“I promised your mother that I’d look out for you, Minnie-ah.” Yunho’s voice broke, his anger fighting a losing battle with worry. “I don’t like Choi. How do you know that he’s not doing this because he wanted Jaejoong? And you’re an easy way to get back at me and Joongie-ah?”
“So you don’t think that Se7en would be interested in me because of who I am?” A brittleness crept over Min’s words, a dangerous glint of steel emerging in his spirit. “Are you telling me that there’s nothing attractive in me other than a means for revenge because he couldn’t have Jaejoong?”
“It’s a possibility, Minnie-ah.” Yunho replied. “You don’t know him.”
“If that’s what you think he wants from me, then neither do you.” Changmin cut off Yunho’s protests. “Listen to me, Jung Yunho.”
“I can’t let you stay there, dongsaeng. I just can’t.”
“You don’t have a say in it, Yunho.” Min said, wishing in his guts that Se7en wasn’t in the kitchen making tea. He needed the other man beside him right now. Min wanted the other’s warmth against the coldness creeping into his body. “I keep saying that but you’re not listening.”
“Do you love him? Has it gone that far?”
“I don’t know.” Min whispered. “Yunnie-ah, I can’t talk to you about this. Please, put Jaejoong on the phone.”
“Don’t hang up until I’m done with you.” Yunho warned. “Hold on.”
“Minnie-ah,” Jaejoong took the phone from his lover, sitting down on the edge of the couch as Yunho stood, the leader’s long strides making short work of the living room floor. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Changmin sighed at the worry in Jae’s voice. “Please, I’m okay. Really.”
“Yunho, stop it.” Jaejoong pointed towards the kitchen. Yunho’s pacing was making him nervous, his lover’s body a frenetic blur of motion. “Go make us coffee or tea. Just stop walking around me.”
“He’s really mad.” Min said. “I knew he was going to be but I guess I didn’t think it would be like this.”
“Yunnie-ah doesn’t like Se7en.” The older man admitted. “And the last thing he would want for you is to be hurt by Choi Dong-Wook. He’d feel like he failed you.”
“He didn’t fail me.” The blankets smelled of star anise and coffee, two fragrances he’d come to associate with Se7en. “Dong-Wook and I are… exploring things. But I really need you to understand that I’m not doing this because I just want to see what sex is like.”
“I worry that you’re experimenting with men because of us…because of me.” Jaejoong whispered, the echo of his father’s accusing words of perversion coming back to haunt the older man. “We’ve talked about before.”
“Jaejoong, being around you has only taught me that love really doesn’t confine itself to what we want or what we’re looking for. I wasn’t looking for this thing with Se7en.” Min admitted. “I wasn’t but we started talking and Jaejoong, he listens to me.”
“We listen to you. Minnie-ah.”
“No, you sort of pay attention to some of the things I say but it’s different. He listens and asks questions.” Chewing on one of his knuckles, the young man thought about what he wanted to stay. “We talk sometimes for hours about nothing. Just the things that we see in our day or sometimes we laugh about how funny our lives are.”
“He makes me feel…special, Joongie-ah. I’ve not felt special for a very long time. And never like this.”
“You can’t make me feel like this,” Min whispered. “And even if he breaks my heart, it’s going to be my heart, not any one else’s.”
“Yunnie-ah asked you if you loved him. Do you?”
“I love him.” Changmin swallowed at the lump in his throat. “I don’t know if I’m in love with him. That’s so much to ask from him and I don’t think he wants to be in love. But he’s someone that I feel like I can just sit on the couch with and read while he does something else. And we don’t have to do anything but talk or lean against each other.”
“He asks me what I see when I watch people, Joongie-ah.” Min rolled over onto his side, taking the Se7en scented sheets with him. “No one’s ever cared about what I see. No one. It’s…nice.”
“Is he nice enough to be worth the pain?” Jaejoong asked, breathless with worry. “Tell me, please, that he is. Because Yunho thinks he’s going to break your heart and throw you away. I don’t want that for you. Not you, Minnie-ah.”
“If he throws me away,” Changmin bit his lip to prevent himself from openly sobbing. “Then I hope I break his heart as much as he can break mine. But I’m not letting him go, Joongie-ah. We’ve come too far for me to just walk away. And I won’t do that to him. He needs me as much as I need him. I feel that, Jaejoong. I really do.”
“You sound like you’re in love, Min.” Jaejoong saw the shock on Yunho’s face, his lover glancing up from the kitchen area. Grimacing at Yunho’s stricken look, Jaejoong turned away, hoping he was wrong about Min’s feelings towards the other man. Se7en’s reputation for seduction and dismissal was rumour at best but there had to be truth there, a sliver of something that endangered their tender-hearted Changmin.
“If I am, would that be so wrong?” The younger man asked. “And if I’m not, wouldn’t that also be wrong?”
“I need to feel like I’m alive, Joongie-ah.” Min continued. “I’m living my life behind a glass wall. I can see everything but I can’t touch anything. Every day I spend hours watching people and imagining what their lives are like. I live through these people that I don’t even know. I go with them to work or school. I fight with their husbands or wives and hell, I even spend hours wondering what it would be like to make those soft murmuring sounds I hear from Junsu’s mouth when they haven’t closed the door all the way.”
“I can’t spend my life that way, Jaejoong. I’m not living. I’m just waiting to die while moving around when other people tell me to move or dancing when other people tell me to dance. I’ve got to have some control over who I am. And Se7en gives me that.”
“I’m going to have some tea.” Changmin said, catching his breath. “Tell Yunho I’ll talk to him tomorrow. Well, later today. Don’t miss your flight to Okinawa.”
“He won’t leave until he knows that you’re home safe, Min.” Jaejoong replied. “Right now, I don’t think he wants to go at all. Yunnie-ah is just worried for you.”
“Tell him I’m fine.” Min smiled when he spotted Se7en in the doorway. “I’m going to have some tea and talk with Dong-Wook. I have to see if he still wants me now that Yunho knows about him. I wouldn’t blame Se7en if he walks away and never looks back.”
“Never.” Se7en carried a tray of steaming mugs into the bedroom, setting it down on the night stand. “If Yunho breaks my face, you’ll kiss it better, no?”
“Yes.” Min laughed. “Still silly.”
“Always.” The other man headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
“Please, Jaejoong. Don’t put off your vacation for this.” Changmin pleaded. “And please don’t let Yunnie-ah worry about this. I’m alright. Se7en will take care of me.”
“I would tell him, Minnie-ah.” Jaejoong looked about the room worriedly. Yunho’s car keys were missing, gone from the table he’d tossed them on. “But I think he’s gone.”
“Gone?” The mattress creaked under Min as he sat up. “Gone where?”
“I’m guessing he’s gone to get you.” Jaejoong sighed heavily. “He just needs to call someone who’ll give him Se7en’s address and there are several people who’ll do that.”
“Fuck.” Min swore. Junsu had the right idea. The expletive felt good to release. “I don’t need this. Se7en doesn’t need this. He’s acting like his father.”
“Be sure to tell him that when he gets there, Minnie-ah.” The singer snorted. “I’m sure that will win him right over.”
“What do I do, Joongie?” Changmin glanced worriedly at the closed bathroom door, wondering how long he could hold off Yunho before the older man got tired of pounding on a locked up apartment.
“Don’t let Yunho bully you, Min-min.” Jaejoong sent a quick prayer for their youngest’s safety. Se7en would be able to take care of himself. That one always landed on his feet, Jae thought to himself. “If Se7en means anything to you, fight for it. That’s all I can say to you. I love Yunho but sometimes he has to be reminded he can’t arrange our lives for us.”
“Thank you, hyung.” Min heard the door open, mentally preparing to tell Se7en of Yunho’s impending arrival. “Saranghae.”
“I love you too.” Jae whispered. “Take care of yourself. And if you want me to come over, I will.”
“No, the last thing I want to have is you, me and Se7en all in one room while Yunho’s raging.” Dong-Wook shook his head as he slid onto the bed next to Changmin. “Se7en thinks that’s a bad idea too.”
“Well good luck.” The singer said. “And damn, I don’t think Chunnie-ah guessed it was Se7en. We were guessing who you were talking to. Yunho thought it might be someone in Suju. Shiwon, I think. Actually it would have been better if it was Shiwon.”
“At least it’s not Rain.” Min said, a tint of bitterness in his voice.
“Rain’s never touching you again, Minnie-ah.” Jaejoong reassured him.
“You know then. Of course you do. I don’t know why I keep thinking that you’re as dumb as people say you are.” Changmin bowed his head, stiffening when Se7en’s hand touched his shoulder. “This night is just getting better.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Jaejoong said. “If anyone understands, it’s me, dongsaeng.”
“That’s true.” Min smiled ruefully. “You do.”
“Now, warn Se7en. Maybe he can find a quick flight out of Japan.”
“Never.” Changmin retorted. “Se7en isn’t one to hide.”
“Better ask Se7en that before you make any promises.” Dong-Wook interjected. “I might be willing to hide.”
“From Yunho.” Min said to his lover. “Jaejoong thinks he’s coming here.”
“Ah,” Se7en thought for a second then nodded. “Tell Joongie-ah goodnight for me. I’m going to go make some more tea. And I’ll guess we’ll need another cup. With any luck, he’ll drink from it instead of throwing it at me.”