length: one shot
summary: Of parties, molestation and an unromantic confession.
a/n: THIS WAS ACTUALLY FIRST POSTED IN WINGLIN AS A JOON/OC REQUEST A LONG, LONG TIME AGO LOL THEN I FOUND THIS IN A FOLDER WHILE I WAS CHECKING OUT SOME STUFF SO I DECIDED TO REVISE THIS AND MAKE IT YOOSU.
IWONTRAPEYOU, the gang of hottest beasts in town— everyone who joins the group is considered a bad boy literally and figuratively. I never really liked having connections to a gang but then it all changed when I met Shim Changmin, my current boyfriend. He’s the reason why my views about gangs changed. They weren’t like the ones I usually see in movies, the big-muscled goon-ish guys. In fact, they were the exact opposite. I guess their outer appearance just gives off the vibe that they’re tough cookies to crack.
“Junsu ah, I missed you!” Changmin shouted, running towards me. See what I mean? They’re not so bad. He stopped in front of me, giving me a hug and a soft peck on the lips. “I missed you.”
“I think we’ve already established that fact. Stop messing with me. We saw each other yesterday.” A pout formed his lips and I had to mentally roll my eyes at that. “I was kidding, you know.” Although I’m dead serious, I had to say it for the sake of my dignity. Changmin’s definition of cute just is different. And it’s not tolerable. He often throws a fit with the weirdest reasons at the oddest times. Not that I’m complaining. No, not really, just saying.
“There’s a party at Yunho’s. Wanna go? The guys are expecting you.”
I sighed. “Does it look like I have a choice,” he shook his head. “I figured.”
That was pretty much how I ended up partying at Yunho’s house. I had no worries though since I know each and every face in the house. Changmin made sure I knew them all. He knows how I am when with people I’m unfamiliar with. I sat on the couch with a bottle of beer in my hand, observing everyone having fun. In my peripheral view, I saw someone approaching me. When I turned my head, I saw a grinning Yoochun. I grinned back and waved at him. “Yoochun ah!”
“Yah, it’s been a while!” I stood up and gave him a welcoming hug. Like he said, it has really been a while since we last saw each other. He stays at the university dorm and he’s too busy so there was no way he could manage to come and see us. “Where’s Changmin?”
I pointed at the mini bar, taking a sip of my beer. “Having shots with Donghae and the others.”
He nodded in understanding as he sat beside me, putting an arm over my shoulder. It didn’t make me awkward, I was used to it. I mean, we’re friends and we’re definitely tight so engaging a bit in skinship wouldn’t hurt. “You know, I really won’t be surprised if Changmin becomes an alcoholic one day.”
I laughed, agreeing with him. Changmin drinks too much that sometimes, it scares the crap out of me. Alcohol is very dangerous for one’s health but no matter how much I tell him to drink in moderation, he just won’t listen to me. Sometimes, I feel like I’m not doing a good job as his boyfriend. I try hard to do everything but it just doesn’t pay off.
“How are things going on for you?” I asked Yoochun, trying to occupy my mind with something else other than my silent complaints regarding my relationship with Changmin. He’s sweet and all and I love him but there are just things about him that I don’t like. And I think it’s just normal to feel the way I do.
My conversation with him went on for a while, at least two hours. We were all having a sleep over so I expected everyone, excluding me of course, to get wasted. Just as what I thought, Donghae was throwing up in the comfort room, Sungmin and some guys were fast asleep in the living room floor. Yoochun and I were the only ones sober. When I asked him why he didn’t drink that much, he answered “I’m a changed man now, Junsu ah.” Up to now, I still don’t get what he meant by that.
“Ju…Ju…Junshoo yaaaah…” sang a wasted Changmin.
I gave him a look of disapproval and helped him out. “Did you really have to drink that much?”
“Preeettyyy…” he slurred, caressing my cheeks. I removed his hand from my face and put his arm over my shoulder.
“Come on, let’s get you clean.” I guided him towards the guest room. This is one of the reasons why I don’t like him drinking too much. If taking care of a normal Changmin is hard, then a drunken one is ten times harder. Where the hell is Yoochun when I need him?
Twisting the door knob open, I kicked the door open and dragged my almost unconscious boyfriend to the bed. As soon as I laid him down, he pulled me down with him, making me crash on his muscular chest. “I want you…now..” he breathed huskily in my ear which seriously sent shivers down my spine.
“You’re drunk.” I told him. “You know what, forget about cleaning up and go to sleep.” I tried to get out of his embrace but he was gripping on my waist too tight. “Changmin, you’re hurting me.”
Without warning or whatsoever, he crashed his lips with mine. I gasped but it was a wrong move as his tongue slipped inside my mouth.
“Stop..” I managed to say in the kiss. We have kissed countless of times but I don’t like doing it when he’s drunk. I could taste the alcohol on his mouth. I tried pushing him away but to no avail. His next move surprised me to an extent. He flipped our positions so he was on top of me. He pinned both my hands above me as he kissed my neck like a hungry wild beast. “Yah…stop…Changmin!” he sucked on a spot on my neck and I tried my best not to moan.
Tears welled up in my eyes, I didn’t want this. I’m not ready to give up my virginity just yet. I squirmed at his touch. My eyes widened as he slid his hands under my shirt. “NO! PLEASE NO!”I pleaded him. He ripped off my shirt, exposing my bare chest.
A smirk appeared on his face. “I know you want this too babe…” It looked like he was possessed or something. No, I don’t want this. Someone get me out of here please?
“CHANGMIN PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!” he wouldn’t listen to me as he continued his work. I pounded his chest with my fists but he wouldn’t budge. This was a nightmare.
“What the fuck?!” I heard a voice and right at that moment, I sobbed uncontrollably. I didn’t know that being molested by your own boyfriend is worse than getting raped by a stranger. “Are you okay?” I looked up and saw Yoochun looking at me with worried eyes. He wrapped a blanket around me and whispered, “I’m sorry...” I didn’t know why he was apologizing but I didn’t ask why. I was still too shocked about what happened. “...the guys got him already, you don’t have to worry about anything.”
“T-thank you…” I said with a hoarse voice as soon as I regained a bit of my energy.
I had no idea what would happen to me if it wasn’t for Yoochun. I was truly grateful that he saved me from the monster that is Changmin. All the love I have for the guy disappeared in an instant. He was drunk, yes. But that isn’t a reason for me to just let him get away with it. I’ve reminded him countless of times to not drink too much but he still doesn’t listen. Now, this is what he gets for being a stubborn jerk.
With Yoochun’s help, I managed to calm down.
“What should I do now?” I asked him. “I...I’m scared of him. What if...what if...what if he...” I was slowly being a paranoid and I know I look stupid but I didn’t care. I fear for my life.
Zipping up my suitcase, I was finally done. I scanned my room and let out a sad smile. I’m not gonna be gone for long but I’m so gonna miss my room. I glanced at my watch and sighed, he’s late. As if on cue, the door bell rang.
“Just to let you know, you’re late.” I informed a smiling Yoochun as soon as I opened the front door. “My things are in my room. Can you help me?”
“Yes sir!” he mock-saluted and I just had to slap his arm at that.
The day after the incident happened, I often receive calls and text messages from Changmin which I kept on ignoring. I didn’t want to talk to him. Not right now. What he did was just too hard to be forgiven, at least right now, it is. Frankly, I don’t care if we don’t have a closure, to hell with that. I’m done with him. We’re done…over. End of story.
Yoochun helped me recover. It was him who suggested that I take some time off from all this drama. I didn’t see the point at first but the all-expense paid trip was just too tempting. In the end, I had to give in.
“Where are we going?” I asked him as he drove on the highway.
“That...is a secret.”
Apparently, the secret place he was referring to is a beautiful town three hours away from the city. It was really different from Seoul. I wouldn’t mind living in a place like this. According to Yoochun, this was his hometown and he loved the place so much that he comes back whenever he has the chance.
“Don’t you have school?” I asked, unpacking my things.
“I’m on a break at the moment. Won’t be coming back ‘till next week.” I nodded and continued doing my thing.
In all honesty, I felt like we’re a couple. I’m not saying that I don’t like it. It’s just that…I find it weird. Weird in a sense that I don’t feel uneasy or uncomfortable with that thought. I have no idea what the hell is wrong with me.
It’s amazing how Changmin never crossed my mind again. The time I spent with Yoochun was all about us, just us. He made me feel like I was more than special. We would take a walk on a park, or just anywhere and we talk about life and some random stuff which totally doesn’t make sense. When he promised that he’ll make me forget about Changmin, he meant it. And I’m really glad that he doesn’t break promises.
Changmin once promised me that he’ll never hurt me in any way. I trusted him and expected him to do just that. But I guess I expected too much. I know I’m making him look like a bad guy but I’m just telling the truth.
Two days, four days, up until a week, I stayed with Yoochun. I still had no plan of going back home. For some reason, I grew fond of the place and the environment. Flicking the channels on the television, I patiently waited for Yoochun who went out to buy snacks. Just as I was watching a show about a private investigator that was framed up and got chased by the police for murder, my phone rang. It was Yoochun saying that he’ll be back in a few. Well that was fast.
Being a man of his words, he did get home in about ten minutes or so. “I’m back!” was his enthusiastic greeting. I stood up the couch and approached him.
I looked at him in confusion. “I thought you said you’ll buy snacks?”
“I did,” he flashed me a grin. “I forgot my wallet and I also forgot to tell you that I like you.”
“Wait what?” I was really taken aback by that. Was that a confession? That was just so unromantic. “Yoochun…seriously?”
“Not kidding,” his serious voice sounded convincing. “I may be the most unromantic person alive but I’m sincere. Are you hungry?” he asked all of a sudden, completely ruining the mood. I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head. “Good, ‘cause I have some explaining to do.”
He led me back to the living room and we sat down the couch side-by-side and he took my hand. “Talk,” I demanded.
“I was planning this whole confession thing for like a week already but since I’m the most uncreative and unromantic man on the face of the earth, I just gave up. And besides, I know you like people who are straightforward so…I guess this will do…” he kept on ranting. Can’t he just go straight to the point? “Okay, I’ll start.” Just what I thought, “You know how Changmin and I are best buddies.” I nodded, encouraging him to carry on. “I had the hots for you ever since I first saw you. I know it’s some cliché shit but I don’t give a damn. You’re his man and I didn’t want to ruin your relationship. It sucks that he saw you first. Long story short, I like you a lot but I just couldn’t tell you ‘cause you’re with him.”
I stared at him in utter awe. “Wow Yoochun, your choice of words is more interesting than the story itself.”
“Oh come on Junsu, is that what you’re really gonna say? I mean, I’m practically asking you to be my boyfriend.”
“Well that doesn’t sound like it. And I’m thrilled that you know you’re not romantic. Your so-called confession doesn’t even give me goosebumps…”
“Does it have to be goosebumpy-ish?” he asked innocently. I fought the urge to pinch his cheeks.
“You’re hopeless.” I told him. “But it’s safe to say that I like you too, a lot.”
I didn’t know what I was saying but I might as well give it a try. Who knows, we might be meant for each other.