Pairing: Min/Other (some jaeho and yoosu along the way)
Section Rating: R
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; Fifteen, Sixteen; Se7enteen; Eighteen; Minteen; Twenty; Twenty-One (Lime); Twenty-Two; Twenty-Three; Twenty-Four (Lemon); Twenty-Five; Twenty-Six; Twenty-Se7en (Lemon); Twenty-Eight; Twenty-Nine; Thirty (Lemon) Thirty-One (Lemon)
Related Fics: So Much Mine and Lavender Bunny. Links go to PDFs. Other related fics can be found at my LJ: wedspawn
Se7en woke to the breathing of another man beside him. He lay on the bed, listening to Min’s body, his eyes closed as the world moved around them. He could sense that it was still dark, the night still clinging to the city’s buildings. Changmin’s warmth felt good on the sheets, seeping from the young man’s naked body and into Se7en’s nude form.
He turned over onto his side, his hand skimming an inch of Min’s face. Se7en didn’t want to wake his lover but needed to feel the heat of Min’s breath on his palm. The young man’s face held more of an innocence to it than when his soulful brown eyes were open. Se7en missed the window into Min’s soul, the wisdom he found there and the calm but the purity of his lover’s heart shone best when Min didn’t know he was being watched.
Or was asleep.
Se7en ached to kiss the tilt on Min’s chin, a triangular path leading to his pout. He nearly fell apart when Min shifted, his hand brushing against Se7en’s bare belly. A corner of the sheet covered Min’s waist, a darkened purple bite forming on the rise of Min’s hip bone.
He left that mark there, Se7en realized. Those were his teeth prints along the golden blush of Min’s skin.
The enormity of what he’d done and who he’d done it with hit Se7en. Staring down at his lover, Se7en exhaled hard, pushing the air from his stomach and finding the ache he’d carried with him seeping from his nerves.
“Look what you’ve done to me, Minku.” He whispered. “You’ve turned my life upside down. I can’t think any more without wondering how you are. I watch people as they pass by and I think to myself, what kind of lives to they have? And I wonder if you’ve already seen them and would I be running over stories with ones that you’ve made if I make one of my own?”
Min murmured in his sleep, turning his face towards his lover’s voice. Even in his dreams, Se7en’s words called to him. Risking everything, Se7en bent over to kiss the soft pout of Min’s lower lip, tasting their mingled scents on his skin.
A tiny moan crept from Min’s throat, his mouth parting when Se7en touched him.
He loved the sounds Min made, asleep or awake. Although, pulling the sheet from his lover’s youthful body, awake was much more interesting.
There were more bites along Changmin’s hips, rising bruises looking like butterflies resting beneath the skin. Leaning over, Se7en kissed one he’d left along the cut of Min’s stomach muscles, the young man’s belly flexing at the touch. Changmin stirred again, his long legs shifting across the sheets, knees parting as Se7en eased his hand over Min’s thigh, supple fingers touching at the velvety skin he’d kissed earlier that evening.
Swallowing, Se7en let his held in breath puff his cheeks, wanting another taste of the young man against the roof of his mouth. Licking at the dryness on his lips, Se7en bent his head, ready to suckle at the tip of Min’s sex when his cell phone chirruped from the night stand.
Swearing softly, the older man grabbed at the cell, flipping it open to stop the ringing from waking his lover. Glancing at Min, Se7en turned around, keeping his voice down as he whispered into the phone.
“Minnie-ah?” The voice was Korean, silken and husky. Jaejoong, Se7en thought. Then with a cant of his head, the older man wondered why the group’s chaotic singer was calling before dawn. And on his phone.
“Joongie-ah,” Se7en whispered. “Is there something wrong? Why are you calling Min on my phone?”
“This is Minnie-ah’s number, Choi.” Jaejoong corrected. Pulling the phone away from his ear, Se7en winced, realizing he was holding his lover’s cell. “I was calling him to tell him that we were home. He wanted to know if we made it home safe. Is he around?”
“He’s asleep.” Se7en glanced guiltily at his lover. “Do you want me to wake him up?”
“No, please don’t.” Jaejoong replied. “He sleeps hard. It might take you forever to rouse him. Just tell him that we’re home and not worry.”
“Of course if he’s asleep,” The singer mused. “He couldn’t have been too worried about us.”
“Um, no, I’m sure he was very concerned.” Se7en struggled to recall if Min ever mentioned he’d asked the members to call him. He wasn’t certain.
They’d mumbled a lot of things when their mouths were pressed together. It might have been something that Min said. Of course, they’d issued a moratorium of mentioning the other members when making out. Since they’d been making out nearly non-stop since before dinner, it would have been hard to work that small bit of information into the conversation.
“Is he okay, Se7en?” The dreamer in Jae’s voice dissipated, leaving the hard edges of the street-smart youth the older man suspected lurked inside of the other singer.
This was the man who arranged for Rain to be dealt with a few reminders to leave the youngest member of their group alone. If not directly then by some circuitous route that could not be traced back to Jaejoong. Se7en would be careful not to cross the singer. He liked his face. Having Yunho pummel it was indignant enough.
“He’s fine, Kim.” The older man peeked over his shoulder at Changmin who was staring back at him with hooded eyes. “And I’ve woken him up.”
“Phone.” Min held his hand out to his lover.
“And now he’s going to want to talk to you.” Se7en passed the cell over to his lover, kissing Min’s shoulder before sliding from the bed. “Minku, give Yunho my love. I’m going to get something cold to drink. I’ll bring you something.”
Se7en spent ten minutes in the kitchen, staring at the chaise lounge he’d first begun to love Min on. Leaning on his elbows, he sipped at his beer, wondering if he shouldn’t move the chaise into his bedroom. The last thing he wanted was for someone to sit down on it.
“Now who’s getting mushy?” Se7en shook his head, finishing the bottle with a final swig. “Why not get matching tattoos while you’re fucking at it, Choi?”
Still, it was maneuverable enough that he could slide it into his bedroom. He needed something to rest by the windows. Some place for Min to read while he worked on music. Nodding, Se7en tossed the empty bottle away and dug around in his nearly empty freezer, looking for the box of mochi ice cream he’d bought a couple of days ago.
Min was saying goodbye when he walked into the door, holding up the pair of mochi balls he’d taken from the container. Crawling onto the bed, Se7en paused and kissed Min’s ankle, rubbing one of the frozen ice cream bits on the taut tendon behind Min’s foot, licking the spot clean before his lover could jerk away. Laughing, Changmin wished Jaejoong a good night and hung up, tackling Se7en back onto the bed.
Straddling the older man’s hips, Min bent over and bit into one of the mochi-wrapped ice cream, sucking at Se7en’s fingers and licking off the sweet rice powder clinging to the tips. His hips rubbed tiny circles on Se7en’s groin, capturing the other man’s sex against the part of his rear.
Groaning, the older man bent his head, licking at the line between Min’s neck muscles. Changmin pulled away, placing his hands on Se7en’s chest. Shaking his head at his lover, Min smiled wickedly.
“You stay there.” He whispered, bending down to kiss at the soft spot under Se7en’s right ear, nipping at the other man’s pierced earlobe. “Eat your ice cream. I have other things I want to lick.”
“Oh no, you’re going to get me started and it’s too soon.” Se7en refused, offering the mochi for Min to bite into. “Here, cool yourself down.”
Changmin pouted, then blushed, realizing how brazen he’d been. Laughing at his lover’s flushed cheeks, Se7en pulled the young man down onto his side, cuddling up against him. Their legs tangled, Se7en graceful in his nudity while Changmin shifted around, unsure on where to put his hands or other parts that seemed to have a mind of their own.
“Relax, baby.” Se7en murmured, his hand stroking Min’s side. “I’m going to take care of you.”
Changmin bit down into the ice cream treat, his teeth hurting slightly with the cold. The chill hit the roof of his mouth and spread down his throat. Gasping, he chewed around the mochi, trying to warm his tongue as Se7en chuckled under his breath.
“Don’t laugh, it’s cold.” Min pouted, furrowing his brow. He swallowed, savouring the chocolate. Opening his mouth, he took a smaller bite when Se7en held the mochi over his parted lips.
“I could warm you up.” Leaning closer, Se7en chased the bite of mochi into Min’s mouth, licking at the back of his teeth.
Changmin’s body stirred under the contact, the kernel of his desire ignited by the taste of Se7en mingled with the chocolate ice cream in his mouth. Willing himself to calm down, his body refused to listen, strengthening its desire and shifting heat from his belly down to his groin.
“Now why aren’t we doing this again?” Min grumbled under his breath, swallowing the rest of his mouthful.
“Because if we do, you’ll be too sore.” His lover kisses his nose. “And I want to leave you wanting more of me later.”
“Ah, good plan.” Changmin stifled a yawn, gulping when Se7en’s fingers traced over the ridge of his hip bone. “Stop that. You’re making me want you. You can’t tease if you’re not going to make me... I’m trying to be good here.”
“I like that I made you not so good.” He cuddled closer, wrapping his arms around Changmin’s waist. Se7en nuzzled his lover’s neck, placing small kisses and nibbles until he reached Min’s collar bone. Traveling back up, he left a trail of goosebumps across Min’s chest, the shivers working down the young man’s arms and tracing around his nipples. “Come here.”
“Go away. Come here.” Min mumbled. “No touch. Touchy now. Make up your mind.”
“I love it when you’re grumpy.” Se7en suckled on Min’s lower lip, drawing it into his mouth to nibble on, pulling out a bite before releasing it again. “I love touching you. And I want to. It’s just very soon, baby. I don’t want to hurt you. It might feel okay now but if I go at you again, it’s not going to feel good afterwards. Trust me on that.”
Min quirked his mouth, squinting at his lover’s earnest face. “Maybe you just don’t want me anymore. The others go at it constantly.”
“Okay, first… none of that shit about not wanting you.” Se7en tapped his nose with a finger. “I think I’ve proven myself in wanting you. Fuck, do you have any idea how hard it is not to just roll you over and keep going? Look at me, I’m going to be poking a new belly button into you if my body has any say in it.”
“And secondly, if those horny little boys that you live with didn’t take the time with each other and ease each other into sex, then they were probably hurting for weeks afterwards.” His voice grew gentler, coaxing a smile from the petulant young man. “Do you really think I don’t want you?”
“No,” Min shook his head, ashamed at playing games with Se7en’s affections. “Sorry, I get grumpy when I’ve not gotten enough sleep. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s okay, Minku.” Se7en shrugged it off, playing with Min’s mouth with his lips.
He snuggled down into the blankets, his finger tips running along the base of Changmin’s neck. They kissed, slow, lingering caresses that did more to comfort than arouse. Min sighed, laying his head back when Se7en rolled over on top of him, the man’s greater weight trapping him against the mattress.
Se7en still tasted of ice cream and dark pleasures, his tongue skillfully threading into Min’s mouth and stoking the fires the young man strained to keep down. The older man’s were making quick work of the control he had over his sex, Se7en’s skillful touching a scorching trail over his overheated body.
“You’re making me insane, Mitsu.” Changmin murmured, leaning his head back and gasping as Se7en’s sharp teeth closed over one of his nipples. The sharp bite and release hardened his sex and he strained to lift his hips, rubbing himself against the man’s thigh. “I need…”
“I’m going to give you what you need, baby.” Pulling himself up, Se7en laved at Min’s mouth. “Lay back and let me give you pleasure. I might not be able to be inside of you but there’s no reason I can’t have the taste of you on my tongue.”
Changmin collapsed onto the couch of the studio’s green room, his face hitting the hard faux-leather and sticking from the overabundance of makeup on his face. Sighing, he debated crawling over to the stylist to beg for some cleanser but the distance seemed too far to walk.
Besides, Jaejoong was getting his face cleaned off first. The older man was particular about his skin, hating the greasy stage make up they were sometimes slathered with, the thick pancake leaving a greasy sheen behind even after scrubbed off with soap and water.
Yoochun slid down onto the couch next to him, holding out a bag of cotton balls and astringent. “Here, I stole these from the table. You can use them.”
“Thanks.” Min took the bottle and sat up, smiling gratefully at his friend. Soaking a cotton ball, he ran it over his face, working the make up out of the creases besides his nose and the flat of his forehead. Yoochun wrinkled his nose at the smell but didn’t move, his body nearly as drained of energy as Junsu’s.
The hour was late, nearly midnight after a long day. Changmin barely had enough time to kiss Se7en goodbye when the older singer dropped him off at the apartment, having to hurry upstairs to meet with the others before their van came to take them to their first appointment. The hours flew by in a rush of dancing and questions, their scant Japanese strained nearly to its limits. He’d struggled with some of the less known words, often whispering into Yunho’s ear when the leader searched his mind to remember something they’d just been taught.
All in all, a good day for TVfXQ, although their exhaustion seemed to be steeped down into their bones. Min looked around the room, too tired to do more than wait for someone to tell him that it was time to go. Junsu walked by, pulling Yoochun from the couch and offering a hand to Changmin.
Of all of them, the leader seemed nearly unaffected by the pace, although Min knew that to be a lie. Yunho’s stress was borne silently and behind closed doors. Stumbling in front of a camera or falling down before the world was not something that their leader would tolerate from himself. The rest of them could fall apart around him and he would pick them up to carry them but Yunho refused to give himself that luxury.
“Are we going home?” Changmin asked plaintively. Yunho’s face softened into concern for their youngest, his arm wrapping around Min’s waist to lead him back to the van.
“Yeah, we’re going home.” Yunho promised. “We don’t have to be anywhere until tomorrow afternoon. There’ll be some food for us when we get there. How about if you eat something then crash for the night?”
“Just tell Junsu not to run in the hall.” He murmured, half asleep on his feet. Yunho grinned over Min’s shoulder at Jaejoong, the singer shaking his head in sympathy at their youngest’s worn down voice. “He makes so much noise.”
“I’ll tell him.” Jaejoong replied, holding the door to the van open for Min to step up into. “Just sit in the front seat. We’ll tell you when we get home.”
Min didn’t remember the ride back just the sound of the engine being started and then suddenly, being shaken awake by Yunho. Rubbing at his face, he blinked and winced at the burn of his contacts against his eyes. They stuck against his lids for a second before he could adjust his vision. Sighing, he pulled himself from the van, holding onto Jaejoong’s shoulder as he stepped over the curb, his legs aching.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed out so late with Choi last night?” Junsu teased him.
“I don’t hurt from Se7en.” Min replied without thinking. “My ass is fine. It’s my thighs that hurt. Too much dancing.”
“I don’t want to hear about your ass hurting or not hurting.” Yunho muttered darkly. “In fact, the only ass I want to hear about is Jaejoong’s and that’s only in the privacy of our bedroom.”
“He is no fun.” Yoochun said with a sigh. “I think I wanted to hear about Min’s ass. Yunho shouldn’t be able to set the topics of conversation.”
“Aish. No. Not while I’m around.” Yunho cut across the air with a stiff hand gesture. “No more. Wait until I’m out of the room. That’s final.”
“Don’t worry, Chunnie.” Jaejoong unlocked their front door, stretching down to work his shoes off and placing them on a shelf. “I’m going to make me and Yunnie-ah plates of food to take into our room. You’ll have all the talking time that you want.”
“I’m not going to talk about my ass.” Changmin shook his head. “You guys can talk about your asses all you want. I just want some food and then to go to sleep.”
“No phone call from your lover?” Junsu asked, his teasing voice a singsong lilt.
“Dong-Wook had to go to Seoul this afternoon. He’ll be back in the morning.” Min picked through the boxes of food on the counter, sniffing at some of the noodles before helping himself. “I’ve talked to him before we did this last interview.”
“You trust him going to Korea without you?” Yoochun pursed his lips, thinking. “I’d be afraid he’d hook up with some sweet babe while he was out of my sight.”
“That’s just the kind of person that you are, Chunnie.” Min smiled sweetly, grabbing a pair of wooden chopsticks. “No wonder Junsu follows you around everywhere.”
“Hey!” Yoochun protested, elbowed in the ribs by his lover to move aside. “Did you hear what he said about me, Susu-ah?”
“Min-min is tired and hungry. You should know better than to poke at him.” Junsu picked out a shitake mushroom from a box, holding it up for Yoochun to take. Mollified, Yoochun licked at the other man’s fingers as he bit, earning him an eye roll from Yunho.
“Yunnie, I’ve got our food.” Jaejoong held up two plates for his lover to see. “Can you grab us something to drink?”
Nodding, their leader grabbed a couple of bottles of tea from the refrigerator, wishing the others a good night before following Jae down the hall. Changmin stared down at his plate of food, his appetite fleeing under the fatigue in his belly. Sitting down in the living room to leave the other two space and privacy in the dining room, Min poked at his noodles while listening to the couple’s soft banter.
They were so unlike he and Se7en, Min realized. Much younger in how they interacted. Se7en’s goofiness still held a tincture of maturity that Changmin cherished, burdened with a more solemn personality than the two middle members of his group. Their teasing took on a more seductive, raunchy tone and Min sighed, reaching for his back pack to pull out his music player. He would finish his food and then crawl into bed, eschewing taking his dinner in his room for fear of accidentally leaving a dirty plate behind.
He knocked over his backpack with his knee, spilling its contents onto the floor. Sighing, Changmin bent over, grabbing his notebooks and other things and stopped when he found an envelope with his name on it. Curious, he turned it over and leaned back into the soft couch, his dinner cold and forgotten on the coffee table.
Se7en’s handwriting made him smile. He could see the man’s aggressive, smooth personality in each penstroke, strong bold black markings scrawled over the beige parchment. Slitting the envelope open, he unfolded the pages to read what his lover left him.
You’re asleep right now. I don’t know when you are going to find this but right now, you’re asleep next to me. We’ve just spent the night making love for the first time and then well, you needed a little help sleeping so of course, I was more than happy to spend a few minutes working the edge off of you.
I’m sitting here with the taste of you and chocolate mochi ice cream in my mouth, watching you sleep. You look so peaceful, and God, so fucking sexy. I just want to crawl over you and have you again.
But I can’t. Because I know it would hurt you. And baby, that’s the last thing that I want to do. I never ever want to hurt you.
I can’t say that I won’t. I’m an asshole. I know that. You know that. Hell, most of the world knows that but you do make me better than I am. I don’t know if I’ve told you that, but you do.
Before I woke us both up (and I have no regrets for doing that because I got to hear those little kitten noises that you make in your throat when I have you in my mouth), I actually had a dream.
I can’t tell you the last time that I fell asleep and I had a dream. You know I don’t sleep a lot. And I’ve lost the ability to carry my mind off to somewhere else a long time ago. I think your love for me gave my mind just the smallest taste of flight and it felt so damned good.
This dream of mine was kind of weird, mostly it was me sitting at a table. I’m not even sure where I was but it was a nice table and there were people walking by. Gorgeous laughing people and I looked at them and I knew who they were. Not everything but just tidbits that made me smile. Someone came by and served me a glass of wine and when I turned, I could feel you nearby. I couldn’t see you but I could feel you. I knew then that I was waiting for you. Somehow I knew that somewhere you were there and you were heading towards me.
When I woke up, you were there beside me, your eyes closed and your face so beautiful in the evening light. I hated waking you. But I hated not having your kiss even more.
I’m going to be stuck in Korea for a couple of days. And since I don’t know when you’re getting this, because you have entire countries lost someplace in that backpack of yours, I wanted to tell you that I love you. I loved you the moment I turned and saw that gorgeous face against the Seoul skyline, even though I tried to tell myself that it was only going to be sex.
And then I fell in love with you when you blushed under my kiss. How the fuck was I supposed to know that your beautiful face would be my downfall? That mouth, God fucking damn that mouth. I want to drink wine from your mouth. To eat food from you. Every thing that I’ve ever stolen from your lips has tasted like Heaven.
You’re my angel, Minku. No matter what happens in the world and around us, you are my angel. I wish I could be yours but I think my wings are tarnished nearly black from my sinning and rusted shut. I hope that I don’t rub any of it off on you. If anything, you’ve made me think I could fly again, even as chained down to the ground as I am, you make me feel like I can soar.
Just from your touch. Just from your mouth. And certainly from your smile.
Get some sleep, baby. Please. I intend to keep you up for a very long time when I get back.