thank you for allowing changmin and se7en into your days. and nights. thank you for seeing the se7en that i wanted min to have. thank you for seeing the min that i wanted se7en to have. it was truly a pleasure being able to write for all of you.
Title: Tarnished Angels
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); Thirty-Two; Thirty-Three; Thirty-Four; Thirty-Five (Lemon); Thirty-Six (Lemon)
Related Fics: So Much Mine and Lavender Bunny. Links go to PDFs. Other related fics can be found at my LJ: wedspawn
A mist fell over Seoul, the promised torrential downpour a few hours away. The storm was taking its time to move in, leaving the lovers surrounded by haven of fog on Se7en’s balcony. Tucked under an awning made of steel and clouded glass, Se7en held Changmin in his lap, the young man sitting sideways with his lover, a broad papa-san chair cradling their woven together bodies.
Se7en’s strong fingers were marbled with sticky bits of pinched together cheesecake, offering handheld bites for Changmin to suck off of him. The older man followed the cheesecake sliding into Min’s mouth, chasing the sweet with his tongue.
“Your kiss makes the cheesecake taste sour.” Changmin tried to keep a straight face but his words sounded cheesy, even to his inexperienced ears. Choking on the kiss, he doubled over, laughing until he needed to take a breath.
“That was horrible.” Se7en agreed, grinning at his lover’s broad smile. “Aish, haven’t I taught you anything?”
“It’s harder to do than it sounds.” Min complained. “You do it so easily. I’m not smooth enough. Let me try again.”
“Okay,” Se7en agreed, digging his fingers into the dessert, holding up another morsel for the young man. “Here you go, baby.”
The kiss that followed was as creamy as the sweet, a loving, tender exploration of Min’s mouth. They shared the tangy dessert between their lips, the rain softly pouring a few feet away. Se7en’s tongue was a sensual rake over Min’s teeth and palate, his fingers raised to stroke Changmin’s jaw. Pulling back, Se7en left Changmin nearly breathless, the older man’s hands roaming down over his lover’s back, hooking his fingers into the other’s waistband.
“Okay, now I can’t think.” Min swallowed. “I’m going to have to do that again.”
“I think you just want more cheesecake.”
“And the kisses,” Shifting his rear, Min slid over Se7en’s hips, earning him a tender, warning moan. Bending forward, Min licked at a speck of cheesecake he’d left on the man’s full mouth, tracing the slant of Se7en’s upper lip with his tongue. “Don’t forget the kisses.”
“How could I forget the kisses?” Se7en slid his fingers past the drawstring of Min’s loose cotton pants. He nuzzled along Min’s neck, tasting nearly every inch of his lover’s throat. He enjoyed the feel of Min’s downy skin under his palm, his index finger stroking small caresses over the flat span above Min’s rear. “I like the kisses most of all.”
“The kisses are very nice.” He responded with a murmur, resting his head on Se7en’s shoulder. “You’re very nice, too.”
Min curled against his lover, purring under Se7en’s touch. The patter of rain overhead was as intimate as the older man’s mouth, a brushing mist soft against his skin. His stomach delightfully content with what he’d been fed from Se7en’s fingers, Min listened to the storm’s approach, watching the sky’s light up with white streaks over the nearby hills.
‘Do you remember what I told you the first time I saw you out here?” Se7en broke the companionable silence between them, his fingers making lazy circles up and down Min’s back.
Changmin shook his head, scarcely believing he’d once stood on this balcony and thought Se7en’s presence left him unaffected. Now he couldn’t even see the number seven without shivering in response, his body reacting to the memory of the other man’s hands and mouth exploring entire stretches of his body. His lover sometimes took minutes licking at one spot just to, in Se7en’s words, to be sure that he could remember Min’s flavours when they were parted.
God, I was a fool; Min thought, staring at his lover’s profile.
“I told you that I never noticed how pretty you were.” Se7en murmured. “I was a fucking idiot. Just so you know, that was possibly the stupidest thing that I’ve ever said in my life.”
Min bit back his laughter, hearing his own voice in his lover’s words. Drawing in Se7en’s scent into his lungs, Changmin murmured under his breath, a nonsensical reassurance that he loved the other man despite his stupidity.
“You were so young and that scared me a bit. I saw you and said; Damn, I can get off just by imagining you underneath me. That’s as far as I let myself think about you. Because shit, you were so damned gorgeous against the sky that I wanted you so much.” He continued, staring out at the mist-shrouded city. “The truth was, I don’t think I was ready for how much you affected me. You’re like an addiction, Minku. One small little taste and then, suddenly my veins were crawling with wanting you.”
“That’s not very romantic. You make me sound like a drug. You’re addicted to me.” Min replied casually, flattening his mouth in mock displeasure. Reaching for the plate balanced on the chair’s cushion, he scooped up a finger-breadth of cheesecake, dangling it over Se7en’s mouth. “You get to try again.”
Se7en took his time laving off the sweet concoction, the tip of his tongue dipping small tidbits free. Sucking at the line of Min’s pressed together fingers, he left a moistness that he suckled clean with a ravening ferocity, flattening his tongue against Min’s palm before he pulled back.
Changmin let a moan slither from his throat. He no longer cared if Se7en knew that his tongue shattered all of Min’s control.
“You want romantic, Minku?” Se7en pressed a kiss on his lover’s mouth, the young man’s face resting near the curve of his throat. The weight of Min’s head on his shoulder was a comfortable burden, the heat of Min’s long body keeping his heart skipping with desire. “I don’t know. You’re asking for a lot.”
“I want to know what’s in your heart, Shichi.” Changmin whispered, his eyes dark with the swell of their pleasure. “You’ve already told me that everything there is mine. I want it. Now.”
“What’s in my heart?” He reflected on the past months he’d spent both loving and fighting with the younger man. If he’d known where he’d be after he first approached Changmin on the balcony, Se7en knew he would have spent less time stewing over his anger and more time loving the young man’s sweet soul.
“When I followed you out here onto this balcony, I think my heart was whispering into my soul, leading me around like I was a puppet.” Se7en admitted. “It was dry and parched. Like a cracked, barren desert. Even in sand, some things grow and people think ah, such perseverance. They admire adversity and strength but the beauty is sparse.”
“You came into my life and I fought wanting to love you. Tooth and nail, Minku. I didn’t want to fall in love with you.” Min’s eyelashes fluttered up against Se7en’s jaw, not surprised to hear of the other’s reluctance. “I didn’t want you to have my heart. My friendship, yes. I wanted to give that.”
“I can tell you the exact moment I fell in love with who you were.” Se7en leaned his head against the papa-san cushion, thinking back to the time he’d trailed Min from his apartment to the tea shop.
He’d never told the young man how he’d really found him, lost amid the Tokyo crowd. He’d wandered around, aimless, and found himself standing outside of the Dong Bang’s building. When Min exited the front door a few minutes later, Se7en decided serendipity led him to where he needed to be.
“You’d just ordered blooming tea and the fragrance was so pungent, a raspberry spice that reminded me of your thoughts.” He continued to stroke at Min’s spine, making the young man purr softly with each pass of his hand. “I watched you for a long time. I don’t think you saw me when you came out of the building.”
“No,” Min admitted. “That’s kind of… I don’t know if it’s stalker-like or romantic.”
“Go for romantic. It looks better for me that way.” Se7en laughed. “I was thinking about what I was going to do about you. I wanted to either have more of you or less of you. Being around you was driving me insane and I needed some kind of guidance to figure out where we were going to go.”
“See, little by little, you were everywhere I turned. In my thoughts, in my heart. Everywhere, Minku.” He said, slowly. Unsure on how to express what was in his mind at the time, Se7en forged ahead. “I sat and watched you and then as the world moved around you, I saw you dream.”
“You’re the first person who I actually could see dream. Your gorgeous face reflected entire universes and the sighs on your mouth were like distant exotic fruits ripened under warm suns. You held so much potential and your hands were open towards me, offering me dreams you’d concocted in your soul as easily as some people might breathe.”
“And baby, I wanted your dreams for me more than anything else.” He rubbed his cheek against Min’s, letting the friction of their bodies bring up their mingled scents. “You’re gossamer wings on my soul, breathing life into a wasteland I’d sucked dry with my ambition. I forgot what it was like to wonder. Everything in my life was focused in tight, telescoped down only what I wanted, regardless of what else was out there.”
“And there you were, dreaming. You dream for other people, you take their lives and weave in possibilities. I ached for that. I ached to have you do that for me.” Se7en whispered. “I’m not sure if I’m making any fucking sense with this, Minku. But that’s when I fell in love with you. When I saw you turn and your face said, in that instant, that your heart and soul held for me too. Secret, loving dreams.”
“I began to love you so fucking much, right then and there.” He said, letting go of the breath he’d held in. “And while it might not be romantic, it’s the truth. That’s when I fell in love with you. That’s when I realized that love wasn’t something that I had to miss out on.”
“Now, what’s in your heart, my tenshi?”
“My heart? You’re in my heart. You take up all of the space there. You make it beat.” Min whispered, his breath hot on Se7en’s neck. “I needed a friend. That’s what I think I was really looking for.”
“Ah, a friend.” He murmured. “That’s just so…plain.”
“Stop it.” Changmin slapped at Se7en’s stomach, reaching under his t-shirt to tickle at his ribs.
“Well, you have four friends. Really good ones. What did you need one more for?”
“Because you’re mine.” He replied, softly touching Se7en’s poignant smile. “I don’t have to share you with anyone.”
“You are like an imaginary friend. Someone that a child plays with and loses when they grow up.”
“Ah, so now I’m not real.” Se7en teased, kissing the frown forming on Min’s forehead.
“Baka.” Min growled, protesting the faint taunt. “I had a lot of imaginary friends when I was growing up. You were like a piece of me that I left behind that came back to me. Something brave and daring. Naughty. I love that about you. You make me feel like I’m free.”
“When we began,” Changmin refused to put a word on their bond, avoiding a label for the insanity that kept him balanced. “Everything that I’ve kept inside of me suddenly came out in a rush of words. I didn’t have to hide even the stupidest of my ideas because you listened to me and asked me how I got there or what was on my mind.”
“No one but you listens like that, Shichi.” Changmin said with a sigh. “You give me wings to soar on. You built them out of scraps of your soul and put them on my shoulder blades. Then pushed me off the cliff and told me I could fly.”
“You can fly, Minku.” He reassured his lover, wiping at the tear silvering Min’s right cheek. “There isn’t a cloud in the world that shouldn’t fear your fingers along its belly.”
“I know. And that’s what’s so frustrating. Because I was walling myself up. I did this to myself but then you came along and hammered me out of the prison I made.” Min explained. “I feel like all of the doubts that I had inside of me were just seared away. Each time you kissed me, you took its weight from me and changed it into a feather.”
“I used to think that nothing I did in the group was really going to matter because I was shoved behind the others.” Min confessed.
“Baby, you’re worth as much if not more than the other four.” His lover protested, shushed by Min’s fingers.
“I know that now. Well, not more than them but I’m not less of a person than any of them.” Changmin sighed, wrapping his arm about Se7en’s trim waist. The moisture in the air hid the sting of tears threatening his eyes, the world watery from the sighs in his heart. “You make me feel like I’m the most important person in the world. Even when you’re pissed off at me, you love me.”
“I’ve always been afraid that if I got someone angry at me, they’ll not like me anymore. You gave me a relationship that I could be free to make mistakes in. That my entire life wasn’t hanging in the balance if I made a wrong step or said something badly.”
“I felt like I needed to prove myself in everything.” Min turned, inching over until he lay his back against Se7en’s stomach, one of his favourite positions. The older man’s arms immediately reached around him, cuddling Min close, one hand on Min’s belly. “I don’t feel like I have to do that anymore.”
“You’re like a mirror for me. Every time I think something bad about myself, you hold up what you think is the truth, trying to show me what you see. I love you for that. For reminding me that I’m special, even if it’s only something between us, you make me feel unique.”
“I love you, Choi Dong-Wook.” Changmin tilted his head back, capturing Se7en’s gaze. “I love you. I love Shichi and I don’t even mind that cocky bastard, Se7en because that’s the part of you that pushes me up into the sky.”
“You hold me up, Shichi.” He released the last of his words, letting them drift into the moist night.
“I like holding you down too, Minku.” Se7en growled, sliding Min to the side, he turned over to trap the younger man’s writhing body against the vibrant rust fabric. His hands pulled at Min’s drawstrings, undoing the small bow at his waist then tugging the fabric off of his lover’s hips. His own sweats fell to the stone tiles, their legs flopping into the encroaching puddles spreading across the terrace. Their shirts followed, tossed aside in the frantic need for each other’s skin.
With the rain starting to pound at the overhead frosted glass, Se7en stole into his lover’s warmth, the young man’s mouth filled with the other man’s kiss. Holding one another close, they lay tightly entwined, listening to the tempest rage around them. They cuddled, hidden behind the clouds falling down from the hills.
“Thank you for loving me, Minku.” Se7en whispered, holding Changmin’s nude body against him. “You are the most incredible gift that I’ve ever gotten.”
“Thank you for unwrapping me, Shichi.” Min replied, kissing the spot above his lover’s heart. “And thank you for giving me this. I promise, I’ll take good care of it.”
“It’s yours, baby.” Dong-Wook smiled down into Min’s soft gaze. “Always yours.”