DAY TEN ★ love me the same

[yifantasyfest]

Username: guardianlake
Prompt #: T-23
Title: Love Me The Same
Ships: Suho/Yifan
Side ships: mentioned Lay/Yifan, Baekhyun/Sehun, Kai/Tao, D.O./Luhan, eventual Lay/Xiumin, Chanyeol/Chen, broken!Chanyeol/Suho, broken!Xiumin/Yifan
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 18,000 words
Warnings: Age gap, age switch, possessive!yifan, virgin!junmyeon, smut, first time sex
Summary: Yifan works hard to get what he wants, and when he lays eyes on a barely legal, new employee in his art gallery he decides he must have him.
Notes: I had a great time writing this and hope everyone enjoys reading it. Check my LJ after reveals for the add on to this (it's just more smut and sorry I couldn't add it to this). This is my longest published piece of work.

The ringing of his phone pulls Yifan out of his sleep. He had went to bed completely shit faced, with someone, and as he reaches for his phone to stop that god awful ringing he takes small notice that the other half of the bed his cold and empty. Not that he cared, Yixing knew to leave before Yifan woke up. It's not an alarm, it's someone calling him. He groans and tries to pry his eyes open long enough to read the caller ID and groans as the sun practically attacks his sensitive eyes. He'll definitely need sunglasses if he even wants to think about living his comfortable bed. "What?" he groans when he finally swipes the correct part of the screen of his phone and answers the call. "You were drinking last night." the voice deadpans. Of course, Kyungsoo can read Yifan like a book, even through a phone call. "Figures. You didn't hook up with some random person again did you?" ".." Yifan just breathes into the phone as he thinks of a adept lie to tell Kyungsoo when the other sighs. "Of course. Yixing, is it? As long as he didn't take any pictures of you two, or you passed out drunk in your bed." Kyungsoo is Yifan's manager and publicist. He makes sure that news of Yifan's new paintings gets out into the word, and makes sure that Yifan goes to events that an artist should go to, makes sure that people go to his gallery and pays for the tours, helps make Yifan's money. Yifan has gotten very popular, and wealthy over the years thanks to his art and Kyungsoo. So whatever Kyungsoo thinks he should do, Yifan ends up doing. "Why'd you wake me up?" Yifan pushes out his mouth. "Of course you wouldn't remember. We have a private showing booked today, and you're supposed to give the tour yourself. Fortunately it's at two, so you have time to pull yourself together and make yourself presentable and get the smell of beer and sweat off you." Yifan pulled his phone away from his ear to look at the time. It was eleven. Kyungsoo called him at the right time, making sure he had enough sleep so that he wouldn't just ignore Kyungsoo's call and go back to sleep, but not too much time sleeping so that he could take a long shower to wake himself up and drink himself into a coffee stupor. "Do you need me to come pick you up, or are you okay to drive?" "Give me a second, Kyungsoo. Let me see how I am on my own two feet." Yifan uses his free hand to pull away the blankets and uses his feet to kick the remainder on the opposite side of the bed. He wouldn't bother making the bed, the sheets would no doubt need to get cleaned today. Yifan throws his legs over the side of the bed and they touch the carpeted floor with no effort. He moves his phone from his hand to the junction between his neck and face and uses both his hands to help himself stand. When Yifan does stand he gets a little dizzy and his world goes a little fuzzy, but afterwards he feels completely fine. "I can drive myself, I'll just need a shit ton of coffee. Make sure there's some there when I get there as well." "No problem, as long as you're here. This are very important people, Yifan. Don't fuck it up." the line went dead with that and Yifan pulled his phone away from his ear to make sure that Kyungsoo had actually hung up. Sometimes Kyungsoo will go extremely quiet, making Yifan think that he had hung up only to start talking again a minute later. Kyungsoo was certainly off the phone, and his phone was inches from death. He bent down with a groan to pick up the cord of his charger off the floor and plugged his phone in. If he put his phone on airplane mode then he could maybe get half a battery before he had to leave. Yifan knew that if he put his phone on airplane mode and Kyungsoo called he'd be fucked, so he put it on airplane mode, hooked it up to his wifi, and sent Kyungsoo a text over Kakako talk telling him to text him through the app if anything came up in the time between now and him leaving his apartment. Now that he was awake, and had to get ready, he officially started the day by reaching his hands above his head and stretching, a yawn pushing past his lips and one hand coming down the scratch his stomach. His first stop was the shower. It started off cold to wake Yifan up, then he eventually warmed it so that he could wash himself properly. Forty minutes later he was wiping off the fogged up mirror so that he could shave. He was proud that he made it with only a nick on his chin and broke off a piece of toilet paper and stuck in on the part that was bleeding so that it would stop. His first stop was the kitchen, and he got the coffee maker going to get a good strong pot of coffee started before making it back to his bedroom. He headed straight for the walk-in closet. Yifan knew he had great taste (forget what Kyungsoo says) and instead goes for an all black suit with white accents. The coffee is ready by the time Yifan is fully dressed, so he walks out to the machine and turns it off. The coffee mugs are on a rack next to the machine, and he pours himself a cup and adds in cream and sugar before downing it in a few gulps, ignoring the heat that wasn't smoldered by the cool cream. He has two more cups before throwing the dirty dishes in the sink to be cleaned later before making his way to his bedroom to check his phone. No missed texts, and it's nearly one. Yifan decides to leave now, just so he can get a small briefing from Kyungsoo before whoever is so important gets there. Yifan pulls his phone from the charger and turns it off airplane mode. He hurries to the door and grabs his keys off the hook (at least drunk him knows where to put his shit) and slips a pair of dress shoes on. The door automatically locks as he leaves and goes towards the elevator. It's a few floors down and has to slowly make its way up to his floor. Seoul traffic is the worse, and even with Yifan going as fast as he can he makes it to his gallery at 1:40. Kyungsoo is waiting for him at the door, considering that the gallery is closed to the public until after the private tour is finished, he is able to do that. "Right on time, Yifan, as always. You have maybe five minutes before they show up." "You said the tour started at two!" Yifan shouts. Kyungsoo takes it in stride. "Yes, but that doesn't mean they won't be here earlier to introduce themselves to you. They're thinking about asking you to paint something for someone important back in China, don't ask me who they didn't tell me. They just said that they'd be willing to pay a lot of money for a painting by you, if you gave them a personal tour to look at some of your past artwork. Don't screw it up, please, I like getting paid, and expect some kind of bonus after dealing with you year round. Keep in mind that I won't be here to help you out if you fuck something up." "Why not?" Yifan narrows his eyes. "I have to interview someone, the other tour guide went part time, so I need someone to take over the hours that the original one can't do. He's sitting in the back right now, in my office. He's probably sweating bullets wondering what's taking so long." Kyungsoo tells him as he looks past Yifan. "They're here. Now remember: don't act like an idiot, smile and be informative, and ask what they have in mind for the painting when they bring it up." Yifan watches as Kyungsoo passes through the door back to his office and he pulls on his happy face before turning around to greet those he'll be showing around. He goes to reach for the door to open it for those on the other side, but someone beats him to it and pushes it open. Yifan waits with an almost painful smile on his face. The group that walks in, it's three men, they stop and look at him as he bows. "Hello, I'm Kris Wu," just the name he does his artwork under, but a simple Google search will bring up the results of his real persona. "Nice to meet you." All he can do is listen without interruption as the group introduces themselves and he nods. Some millionaire back in China is who he is expected to paint for. His gallery is three floors, the first and second having completed artwork, and the third one is currently empty save for a cash register and copies of his famous paintings It's currently used as a gift shop, but he's going to expand the gallery so that he could use the third floor as another level for artwork, and maybe an extension as the gift shop on the ground floor. He needs a few more paintings if he's going to get that level filled in. "How about we start on the first floor, then work our way up? That's how it usually goes." "We can do that." Yifan walks past the white wall that separates the main lobby from the beginning of the artwork. The group follows him without falter. Yifan stops at the first piece of art that is always seen when walking into the gallery. The way the hall is set up is that when walking in and looking straight all that can be seen is Yifan's very first piece of artwork. It's horrible, he knows, but as they go farther into the exhibit, having to turn a right to see it once they get to his first drawing. Yifan glances at his first drawing, a horrible picture of a dragon that he drew sometime when he was a lonesome teenager. "This is the picture that inspired me, it lead me to begin my life as an artist." he begins, turning to face the group. "It's horrible, I know. I was going through that awkward phase in school, the one with no friends until puberty stops treating you so horrible and your voice doesn't crack every other sentence." he smiles. "In fact, it was someone making fun of how bad the picture was that inspired me to get to where I am. If that person hadn't picked on me, I probably wouldn't have felt as though I had to improve my drawings to prove that I was good at something." He walks them forward, which actually means they have to turn left to see the rest of the artwork on this floor, and stops at his second drawing, like the first, in a case so that the delicate notebook paper doesn't get torn. "This one isn't much better, I was trying to replicate a stuffed Alpaca that my mother had gotten me for my birthday. We didn't grow up with a lot of money, with my father not being in the picture, and so for her to save and get me the animal was great. I still have it back at home, in good condition for how old it is." They stop on the second floor nearly an hour later after Yifan goes into detail about each drawing or painting or sketch. One of the largest pictures is located on the second floor, a drawing of his mother in exact detail that took months to do. There's one below this drawing of his mother, the one is in paint. He has it as the last thing on each floor just so the visitors can know just how important she is to him. "There's a gift shop, on the third floor, if you wish to get something from there. If not, then we should talk about what you wish for me to do." "Our employer, who is unfortunately doing business in China and was unable to make it, wishes for you to draw a painting of him. A portrait. We're willing to pay you a lot of money." Yifan lets out a small whistle when the amount is spoken. That is a lot of money. "Any time limit?" "He said no rush, as long as you get it to him as soon as possible. He wants the detail to be very noticeable. We have a picture of him, the one he wants you to replicate exactly, if you wish to take on the job." Yifan nods and holds out his hand. One of the men reach into their back pocket and pulls out a wallet, and pulls out a piece of paper which they unfold and hand to Yifan. "Here, can you do it?" Yifan studies the picture closely. It's some rich guy from China, head of a big company, which explains the money amount they're willing to spend. "Yeah, I can do it. I'll do it for you." "A contract needs to be signed." "Yeah, I'll have my publicist read over it for me, and if you come back in a few hours I'll give it to you, signed." "Sounds like a deal, Mr. Wu." - Yifan decides he needs out the house. He's been locked in it for the past month, not really seeing any reason for him to leave other than to go out and get drunk at the club, then text Yixing for a booty call. Then he would stay home until he was sober enough to add onto the outline of the portrait of Mr. Yang. From past mistakes, Yifan learned to sketch out at least the outline of his subject before painting. It saved money in the long run and was easier than having to go over a mistake with different paints to try and fix it. What brought on the decision to leave his home was because he actually hadn’t woken up half drunk or with a hangover for once, and he thinks the cleaning people deserve to clean in silence, and because his room is starting to smell bad and needs to be cleaned. The drive to his gallery is nice and mellow, he's listening to a few of his favourite songs and the weather is nice so he has the windows down , going through his freshly red dyed hair. He needed a change from blonde. He parks behind the gallery where employees park so that he doesn't have to deal with any visitors asking for his autograph for the time being. He fumbles to find the correct key to the back door and pushes it open once he does. The door closes with a bang and there goes his chance of slipping in without Kyungsoo noticing. And sure enough he and Kyungsoo run into each other when Yifan is trying to make his way to the break room. "Oh. What do we owe this pleasure to? Finally decided to rejoin the living?" "I've been amongst the living, thank you." "Going out clubbing and getting drunk and then either finding someone to bring home from the club to fuck, or getting drunk at home and calling Yixing to come and fuck hardly counts." Kyungsoo frowns. "You're lucky you're an artist and not an idol or movie star, because if you did any of that you'd be screwed and out of a career. But you should still be careful who you bring home. What if one of them recognizes you or takes a picture of your work in progress?" "I'd be screwed." Yifan answers like a scolded child would answer its mother. He would be screwed, and out of big money, if someone were to take a picture of his progress in drawing a picture of the millionaire. The men that had arranged for the drawing had been very clear when they said that if it was shown to the public before their employer then the deal would be off. "Yes, you would be. So would I, and the other people that work here." Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. "Nice of you to join us. Are you going to stay and introduce yourself to the people currently here? We have some looking around and the new guy giving a tour," Kyungsoo looks at his watch as nods, "He should be almost done, you could probably sneak up there and give the group a surprise." Yifan groans and Kyungsoo hands up his hand, "I don't want to hear it. It would be great publicity if the people left reviews or told their friends that the great Kris Wu came and greeted them in person and was so nice. And with your red hair people might not recognize you at first, allowing you to go up." Kyungsoo wouldn't let Yifan say no, so he pockets his keys and sticks his tongue out at Kyungsoo and teases him by saying, "Yes, mother." The worst part is that Kyungsoo is right, so he makes his way into the gallery. There is only one way in that isn't the fire exit, and going that way would trigger alarms. So Yifan makes his way into the gallery, walking fast and keeping his head down to avoid attention. When he gets to the second floor he hears a voice different from the last tour guide speaking in the usually silent space. Whoever it is is talking loud enough to be heard over the small hum of music coming from the overheads, but his voice is still so soft and gentle. "Here is the last part of the gallery. A drawing of Kris Wu's mother. He has it as the last thing you see on each floor for a reason, perhaps to remind himself and us of who helped him get to where he is today. It was her encouragement that lead him to paint for a living. He did struggle for a few years, but it paid off in the end." Yifan towers over most of the people in the crowd but he still can't get a good look at the new guide who is half turned towards the drawing and half towards the crowd. "It's sweet, at least I think it is. He loves his mother very much. And do have her as one of the biggest things in his gallery, it's just, great." "Any questions?" the guy turns around to face the crowd and Yifan gets a good look at his face. He's gorgeous. This wide smile that shows all his teeth and reaches up to his eyes, the glossy hair on his head is flat on his head and he's constantly brushing a piece away from his eyes. His brown eyes sparkle in the lighting and it complements his light skin. The guide looks over the crowd and his gaze makes his way to Yifan who has to make sure that his mouth is closed and that there isn't drool coming out. The guide looks startled for a moment before his smile widens. "Oh, well, it looks like we have a visitor everyone." the group turns around and their eyes one by one start flickering with recognition. "It's a pleasant surprise that Mr. Wu has come to visit us! This doesn't happen very often. Maybe he'll be more able to answer any questions than myself." As the group starts coming towards him, women already rustling in their bags to get out paper and pens, the guide tells the group that if they want to find him and ask him any questions he'll be downstairs at the front desk. Yifan watches in distress as the guide walks away and down the stairs, out of sight. It takes him nearly an hour to get away from all the questions and autographs, and that is only because he says he has things to do. He does make sure to tell them to visit the gift shop to pick up replicas of their favourite paints before making his way down to the main floor with them following. He sees the guide manning the counter with the same smile on his face and nodding and handing tickets and taking money from new people that are going into the gallery. Yifan wishes very much to make eye contact with him again, but instead he goes back to Kyungsoo's office. He knocks first because he has sure learned his lesson with walking in on Kyungsoo (and Kyungsoo's boyfriend). Kyungsoo doesn't say 'come in' and instead comes to the door and opens it enough to peak his head out. "Still here?" Kyungsoo says and pulls the door open the rest of the way to let Yifan into his office. It's clean as ever, and Yifan makes his way to the couch (probably in the room specifically for him) and plops down. "Of course, that group was unreal. It was like one left and two came. I'm lucky I got away when I did." Yifan moans. "Mhm." Kyungsoo goes back to his desk and is doing something on the computer, probably emailing someone. "And you're still here because?" "Well, I wanted to know who the guide was that sicced them on me." Kyungsoo laughs and turns off the screen in order to turn all his attention on Yifan. "I very much doubt Junmyeon 'sicced' them on you. That's his name, by the way. Kim Junmyeon. Hired part time. Manages the front desk and scheduled tours. He's very nice, by the way. Maybe if you came out more and came here more you'd get to know your employees very well, considering you kind of pay them." Yifan regrets his past month now, because all that time that he's been sitting at home drunk off his ass he could have been here getting to know Junmyeon. Yifan just wants to say it, to feel the name roll of his tongue. "Was Junmyeon the one you were interviewing the last time I was here?" Kyungsoo nods. "He left probably a little bit after you did. I would have introduced you to him then, since he pretty much got hired on the spot. Smart, so nice, great voice to talk to the people with. He hasn't shown frustration once since he's been hired." "He's a great employee, too bad he's only part time. If you stay for another hour his shift will be over, you could meet him yourself." Yifan likes the sound of that. "That would be nice." Kyungsoo stares at him for a few seconds after he turns on the screen and starts typing again. "Are you just going to sit on the couch for the next hour?" "Why not? I have nothing else to do while I wait, and I did pay for it." Kyungsoo scowls in return and Yifan smiles smugly and closes his eyes, fully willing to wait this next hour out in silence. He doesn't know when, but he eventually dozes off only to be awoken by Kyungsoo's shaking. "Wake up you slob, so you don't introduce yourself looking completely shitfaced." Yifan watches as Kyungsoo leaves the room and hurries to right himself. He combs his hair with his fingers and reaches in his pocket and pulls out a pack of gum. He picks out a piece and pops it in his mouth quickly enough and chews it fast to get the minty smell out quicker. He stands right as the door is pushed open and there's Kyungsoo with Junmyeon. Junmyeon is barely taller than Kyungsoo and looks up at Yifan with a huge smile on his eyes. He looks so innocent, so adorable. Yifan really wishes he had seen this beauty sooner. "Oh, wow. It's great to meet you." Junmyeon comes rushing forward and offers his hand, which Yifan takes easily in his. As Junmyeon bows Yifan can't help noticing how smooth his hand is, and how small it is, how his hand practically swallows Junmyeon's. "No need to bow, take it easy." Yifan chuckles as Junmyeon stands straight up and sheepish smile on his lips with the hint of a blush. "Sorry, I just feel it's right when meeting someone as huge as you." "I heard you've been working here for a little bit, how do you like it so far?" "It's great!" Junmyeon replies quickly. "You're not just saying that because I pay you, are you?" Junmyeon looks shocked and quickly shakes his head, clearly not hearing Yifan's joking tone. "Of course not, I love it. I meet nice people, and I'm surrounded by beautiful artwork done by one of my favourite modern artists. It’s an honor, and I'm so glad that I was able to get the job here." "And it's nice finally meeting you. I didn't apply for the job thinking I'd see you, but I'm glad that I had the chance to formally introduce myself." "It's a pleasure meeting you. Tell me, Junmyeon, what do you do as free time when you're not here?" "Oh, I study!" "Study?" "College. It hasn’t started yet but I want to be prepared for my first year there. I was thinking of taking a leap year, but decided against it. I don't plan on just working here in the summer, though. I have full time hours now, but I'll go to actual part time hours once school starts." "A freshman in college? How old are you?" "Eighteen." Junmyeon grins. "Just turned eighteen in May." Shit. Yifan thinks, kid is barely legal. It's legal though, if Yifan were to make a move. No law against it, even though Yifan himself is twenty-nine. That's an eleven year gap between their ages. "It was nice meeting you, Mr. Wu, but I have to go home now. I'll see you next time we're here together, maybe?" Junmyeon offers a wave before turning around and heading towards the door to then go out the back entrance. Kyungsoo gives a smile. "So, how'd you like meeting him?" "Oh, it was great, Kyungsoo. Good to know you hire good people." "I do my job exceptionally well." - For once, later that night, Yifan doesn't go out to the club, and doesn't even drink. He sits in his studio sketching out on the canvas all while thinking about Junmyeon. Thoughts race around his head, like, does he think I'm attractive? , and, would he ever go for someone my age? Is he even gay?' The next day Yifan has to se Junmyeon again. He makes up the excuse of going to see Kyungsoo about any upcoming events he should be worried about and goes early in the morning, right when he gallery opens. Usually no one comes in until an hour after opening, so Yifan knows he can walk in and not be interrupted. He parks in the front this time, and walks in. Junmyeon is at the front desk and his surprise is clear on his face when he see's Yifan, but he greets enthusiastically, "Hello Mr. Wu! Nice to have you back so soon. Will you be staying a little while?" Junmyeon's smile overpowers the lighting of the room. It shines so bright. "Yes, I am. Any tours today?" Yifan leans across the desk as casually as he can manage and watches as Junmyeon turns to the computer and logs into the system and scrolls down, the screen lighting his face. "Yes, it looks like we have one in about an hour." he turns away from the computer to look Yifan in the eyes. They sparkle as he asks, "Will you join us today?" "Maybe." Oh god, he's pouting, he's adorable. Yifan thinks as Junmyeon juts his bottom lip out jokingly. "It would be great if you could join us, Mr. Wu." "Call me Yifan." Junmyeon looks down and grins at the table before looking up. "Alright, Yifan." Junmyeon seems to be testing his name out on his tongue. "Please join us if you can." Yifan excuses himself to go see Kyungsoo, who is walking around his office on his cell phone. "What do you mean you don't know? How can you not know?" the person on the phone replies and Kyungsoo lets out a humorless laugh. "Fucking find out, will you?" Kyungsoo takes the phone away from his ear and presses the screen before tossing it on his desk. "Yes, Yifan?" Kyungsoo turns around and faces Yifan. "I don't think I should ask anymore, you seem tense." "Tense is a bit of an understatement, but you're my employer, I kind of have to ask why you're here." "I was just coming to see if there were any important art events coming up that I should know about, you know, that I could possibly go to." Kyungsoo looks genuinely shocked. "You've never came here and voluntarily wanted to go to an event." "Figured you were right, and I need to get out of my house and come out more." Yifan shrug. "Well if that's the case, then alright. I'm sure that I can find something for you to go to." Kyungsoo walks over to his desk and boots up the computer. "I always have something saved in my history just in case you want to go to one of these things." Yifan listens as Kyungsoo lists of the many things that he could go to, the many things he could do to get his name out there. "How about the charity auction one? I could paint something just for that, and you said the proceeds would go towards helping those help overcome mental disorders?" "Yes. Charities are good, they make you seem like a good person. Not that you aren't…" Kyungsoo pauses, "Though you spend more money than you should going out clubbing." "Cut the chit-chat Kyungsoo. I'll do that one. I can paint something up, it'll probably go for a lot of money too." Kyungsoo nods in agreement. "I'm sorry to cut this short, but I have to call Han. Something's going on right now, kind of important." "Oh, and is that who you were yelling at on the phone?" "Yes, it was. Now go, so I can yell at him some more in private." When Yifan comes back to the front there is someone different at the front desk, one of their full timers. "What are you doing here?" he asks. "I work here, sir." Yifan figures he should rephrase that, "I know that, Soojung. I thought the other one, Junmyeon, was doing the front desk today and taking money." The employee, Soojung, shakes her head. "No, Junmyeon's job description doesn't formally say he's to take the money. In fact, he is mainly supposed to be for tours. If he is here and taking money, it's probably because no one else was able to come in that day. When Junmyeon isn't giving tours he's walking around, answering any questions that customers may have, or at the front desk and talking to potential customers." "Oh. Where is he now?" "Giving a tour, it just started." Yifan says goodbye to Soojung before walking towards the exhibit. He wants to see Junmyeon in action some more. The group is now at the second drawing, the one of the alpaca, and Junmyeon is talking enthusiastically. "This is a drawing of an alpaca." Junmyeon starts, "Like the first drawing in the gallery, it is on notebook paper. This was back before Kris Wu had made his interests of drawing known to his mother and therefore didn't have professional art supplies to draw. This was drawn with his mother, single and working multiple jobs with not a lot of money, saved up and bought Kris Wu a stuffed alpaca. He tried to draw it, but as you can see it doesn't have as much realism as his current pieces." "Of course if you go further into the exhibit, I did redraw it, with much more likeness to the actual stuffed animal." Yifan interrupts. Junmyeon whips around and his smile gets that much bigger. "Well, look at who we have here! Kris Wu has came to watch us in person!"the crowd rushes towards him much like they had yesterday but he holds his hands up, like he's surrendering. "Let the walkthrough of the gallery finish, then I'll make out autographs and talk to you." Yifan watches as Junmyeon speaks about each of his pieces. He's impressed; Kyungsoo found a good worker. Junmyeon is very passionate about his job, he talks with so much enthusiasm. When they get to the end Junmyeon releases those he was giving the tour to onto Yifan. Junmyeon waves as he walks away once more. - "You're good at your job." Yifan says when he's able to get a hold of Junmyeon once more. Junmyeon is in the back for his break. "Thank you, I work hard at all tasks that I am given. I think what makes it so much easier is that I love this job, I love the people, they aren't too rude. And, I get to see my favourite artist on occasion. It has its perks." "Glad to know you didn't take this job just for the money." "I wouldn't have applied for a job I wouldn't have enjoyed. I would like to work here as long as possible, so I think it's best that I enjoy it." "How long is as long as possible?" Junmyeon smiles. "Until college is over. Then I'll be perusing another career. One that'll suit my major. As much as I may enjoy working here now, the pay won't get me a fancy place to live, or much money for personal enjoyment." If you lived with me you could quit altogether. I'd provide for both of us. Yifan shakes his head to rid himself of those thoughts and focuses back on the conversation. "What's your major going to be?" "I'm studying business as of now, but that could change. I've become very indecisive these past few years. Who knows? Maybe I'll try my hand at artwork." he teases Yifan. "Seriously though, I'll see how the first semester goes. If I like my classes, I'll stick to my major. If not, I'll switch." Yifan falls silent as Junmyeon pulls out his phone to scroll on it. He wonders if he's annoying Junmyeon, which is why after five more minutes of Junmyeon on his phone he still doesn't strike up another conversation. It is Junmyeon's break, and he will have to be here four more hours after this. Yifan decides he should leave for the day and go back home. When he stands Junmyeon's attention goes back to him and the younger looks surprised. "Oh, going already?" he questions as Yifan straightens is jacket. Yifan nods. Yeah, it's time for me to go. I have work to do." "You know," Junmyeon looks like he's trying to figure out how to formulate his words without sounding too off-putting, "In my month of working here I thought it was strange that you never came and painted in your gallery." "How so?" Yifan raises one of his pointed eyebrows. "You paid for this gallery, your lifework is here. But you don't paint here. I don't know, it just seems weird. You have plenty of room to move you art supplies here if you wanted to." "Do you think I should?" "I didn't say if I thought you should, but it may be a nice change of pace. Painting in a different environment, that is." Yifan hums as he heads towards the door. "Maybe I'll take you up on your suggestion." - Yifan does end up moving a few of his art supplies to his gallery. There's plenty of room to paint, but no privacy. Anyone would easily be able to come up to the third floor to buy something from the gift shop and take a sneak peek at any upcoming works of art. He could move the break room upstairs to the third floor and make that his new location, but that wouldn't work either because he wasn't cruel and wasn't going to make his employee's walk up three flights of stairs to take their break. Kyungsoo's office was an immediate no. That left the basement. It was a step up from the bland concrete that most basements where, but not by much. Wood panels that looked like copy and pastes of each other, the wall was a stale white. The basement was so bland, and Yifan would have to spice it up to get the creativity flowing. The windows and overhead lamps gave Yifan enough light to see what he was working on, and if he spilled any paint it wouldn't be much of a lost. The basement would have to get redone eventually. He'd just add to its character along the way. One advantage of moving his work to his gallery building was that he could see Junmyeon more. The fresh out of high school teen (Yifan called him that, though he knew full well Junmyeon was a legal adult) was now a freshman in college. Which meant that his hours were cut back, so Yifan would stay as late as possible in hopes of getting a glance at Junmyeon in the evening. Often times Junmyeon is in the break room for an hour before his shift begins and he spends that time catching up on homework. The first time Yifan sees him that early he was confused and thought that Kyungsoo had changed shift times on him. "What're you doing here so early?" Yifan was leaning against the doorframe as he asked this question. He felt bad as Junmyeon nearly jumped out of his skin before looking up at Yifan. "My ride drops me off early. He has to go to work before me, so this is how it works out for me." "You can't take the bus?" "Yes, I could, but that would be more of a hassle. And, the gallery is on the way to his job, so he honestly doesn't mind. When he gets off he comes and picks me up and takes us back to the dorm." "That's awfully nice of him." "He's a nice guy." Yifan knows that he and Junmyeon aren't a thing, yet, but he can't help the pang of jealousy that shoots through his spine. "Is he your roommate?" "No." Junmyeon doesn't give clarification and Yifan doesn't ask. He'll find out another day. "You know, if it ever gets too noisy in here, because I know the walls aren't soundproof, you could always come downstairs. I'm a quiet painter, and there's even a desk that I don't use except for storage." Junmyeon grins. "I think I'll take you up on your offer. Another day though, this seat is warm and I don't want to lose my page in the textbook." "I'll see you down there then." Yifan exits the room and does a fist pump as soon as he's out of sight. Perfect. - Junmyeon always makes the same face when he's concentrating on homework, Yifan finds out weeks after that. His forehead scrunches up and he chews on the metal part of his wooden pencil before jotting down a few steps to the probably before re-reading them. Yifan knows this because every time he's sure that Junmyeon isn't looking he's chance a glance. He thinks it's hilarious, and so he wants to capture this moment for Junmyeon to see himself. But pulling out his camera and taking a picture would be too obvious; with the lighting in the basement a flash would surely be needed to get a decent picture. As Junmyeon leaves Yifan decides he should do what he does best: draw. Over the course of a week he steals subtle glances at Junmyeon to make sure a feature on his face is just right. He hands it to Junmyeon one night as the young man is about to leave. Junmyeon already has his book bag on and is about to bust out the door when Yifan gently grabs his arm. Junmyeon turns around confused and the expression only deepens as he grabs the paper that Yifan hands him. "Don't tell me these are my termination papers," he's only half joking, and Yifan quickly assures him it's not. "No, no. I don't do the firing, Kyungsoo does. So if you ever get a paper from him, that's when you should start sweating. I drew this for you." Junmyeon looks at it and a grin spreads across his face. "Whoa. It's me. Looks just like me." "I always see you working so hard on your homework. Thought you'd like to see what I see through my eyes, and not just some picture." "Whoa. This is really nice. Thank you so much!" Junmyeon clutches the paper in his hand like a child would hold its favourite toy at Christmas. "I'm going to hand this up at the dorm. Or maybe I shouldn't, my roommates hands are kind of grubby." "Do whatever you want with it, it's yours." Junmyeon's smile makes Yifan's day that much better. - "Chanyeol? What are you doing here?" "Got the rest of the day off, someone came in and they said I could go home. Thought I may as well stop by and see what you do outside of school." Yifan watches the exchange between the two men. 'Chanyeol' is his height, with a more friendly face and a grin that looks like it could break his face into two. "It looks much nicer on the inside." "Yeah, we make sure to keep it clean. Also, looks can be deceiving, You of all people should know that Chanyeol." Junmyeon is leaning across the front desk, and god, is he teasing this guy? Yifan wants to know who he is, stat. "Hello," he comes up behind Chanyeol and side eyes him, not giving him his full attention. "Your first time here?" "We'll, I've been outside the building a lot, but yeah, first time inside. Looks way cooler than I thought it would." Chanyeol's voice is deeper than Yifan's, and it carries in through the floor. "Outside the building a lot?" "I give Junmyeon his rides here." "Oh yes, I remember talking about you. I was wondering why Junmyeon was wasting an hour of his time at work when he could be out." Not that I mind. "Yeah, I wouldn't do that to him if it could be avoided. But our schedules are on the same days, and in order for him to be on time and for me to be on time, he has to be stuck here an hour in advance. Not that he minds, he told me he really likes the guy who draws all these paintings." "Really?" "Yeah. Junmyeon never stops, actually. Says how nice he is, how silly he can be sometimes. He even drew Junmyeon a nice picture, which is really nice." As Chanyeol keeps talking Junmyeon's face becomes more and more red, his gaze flickering between Chanyeol, Yifan, and his desk. It is then that Yifan realises that Chanyeol doesn't know he's talking to the guy he's talking about. "Uh, Chanyeol." Junmyeon weakly interjects but Chanyeol hears it anyway and falls silent. "Yeah?" "This… is… the…. painter." he says slowly. As if saving himself the embarrassment. Chanyeol's eyebrows shoot up once it comprehends and he looks at Yifan, who has finally turned so that Chanyeol can get a full view of his face. "Whoa, you're right." Chanyeol holds out his hand, which Yifan takes with the reminder to run his hand under boiling bleach later. "Nice to finally meet the other guy in Junmyeon's life." "Other guy?" Junmyeon rolls his eyes. "Chanyeol, I have work to do. Go look around, you might see something you'll like?" "Right-o." Chanyeol does a mock salute and walks away. "Sorry about him, he gets too excited sometimes." "Sometimes?" "Yeah. Most of our friends wonder how we're even dating. We contrast a lot, but I like to think our differences is what put us together." Junmyeon watches as Chanyeol turns the corner into the exhibit. "Oh, wait. He didn't pay. I should probably pull him back." "No, it's fine." Yifan would much rather be in Junmyeon's presence without Chanyeol being there as well. "Let him enjoy himself. As long as the other people here don't get word of someone getting in for free." At the end of Chanyeol's walk around he asks Junmyeon if he's ready to go, and Yifan is surprised to see that it's time for Junmyeon to clock out and leave. He says goodbye to Junmyeon and gives a tiny wave to Chanyeol, who returns it much more enthusiastically than Yifan wanted. Yifan watches as Chanyeol leads Junmyeon to his car, and notices that he doesn't open the door for Junmyeon. Yifan is busy comparing himself to Chanyeol over the brief time that he's met him, thinking about all the ways he's better, and he jumps with he feels a hand on his back. "They're gone, so why are you still standing here." "Just thinking." "You must think about Junmyeon a lot?" Kyungsoo asks softly. Yifan hums his answer, not completely listening to Kyungsoo, and he misses the shake of Kyungsoo's head as Yifan turns to go into the basement and finish the last touches on his painting before leaving for the night. - It doesn't take long for Yifan to notice Junmyeon's absence from work. He usually works on Sunday mornings and Yifan hasn't seen him since last weekend. In fact, Hwasa who doesn't work as often anymore has been at the gallery as his replacement. "You're here more. Something happen with school?" Hwasa raises an eyebrow and shakes her head. "No, I'm covering Junmyeon's shifts while he's out, so it doesn’t go against his attendance. I'll probably be here more another two months. I'm surprised you didn't know." "Two months?" "Yeah, Kyungsoo permitted him medical leave. You know, his accident?" "A-accident?" Yifan's mouth has dried and his heart is beating out of pace. No one told him. He should have been told. He makes a lame excuse to get away from Hwasa and makes his way back to Kyungsoo's office, where the door is surprisingly open. Kyungsoo hadn't been doing anything and he looks at Yifan with mild surprise. "Oh, you've graced me with your presence? Usually you're locked in your home or in the basement." "What happened to Junmyeon? Why didn't you tell me he was on medical leave." Kyungsoo crosses his arms and his eyes harden, not ready to take any grief from Yifan. "I'm in charge of everyone who works here, I don't need to inform you of all the hiring I do, Yifan. Or of the state of their employment status. Would you like to read my contract? Junmyeon is on medical leave, something that I'm not obligated to tell you. He's been in the hospital since last Sunday. You've never shown this much care for any of the employees except for Junmyeon." Kyungsoo quickly raises a ringer and a matching eyebrow before Yifan's mouth can open. "Besides, you two appeared so close that I thought he had already told you. His boyfriend called and told me. Junmyeon had been sent into surgery at the time and I thought that Junmyeon would have told you after he had woken up." Yifan's face turns sour at the mention of Chanyeol and Kyungsoo gives him a particular look but remains quiet on whatever he wanted to say. He instead continues with, "I'll write down what hospital he's in, and the room number, if you'd like to go visit." It's not really a question because Kyungsoo knows that Yifan does want to visit Junmyeon and he gets to writing down the information. "Here you go. Don't spend all your afternoon there, he needs to rest so he can get back to work as soon as possible." Kyungsoo had snatched the paper out from Yifan's reach before giving him the verbal warning. He then hands it to Yifan with a, "Tell him we'll miss him while he's out." "Will do." - He double then triple checks that the door he's about to knock on is actually Junmyeon's room. He hears a soft, 'come in' and walks in slowly. Junmyeon has a room by himself but there's still a curtain around his bed and the side closest to the door is pulled enough for Junmyeon to not be able to see him approaching. Junmyeon's entire left leg is wrapped in a thick cast and it's held up above head level. He gapes before fixing his face. He shows the bouquet of flowers he had bought on the way to the hospital first and he hears a pleased gasp. "Wow, someone actually decides to get me flowers. Who could it be? Baekhyun?" Junmyeon starts. "No, fingers way too thick. And the hand is too big. Chanyeol?" Yifan's grip tightens around the stems of the flowers and he's afraid he's going to break off the stems as Junmyeon continues. "No, because if it was Chanyeol he'd have bought flowers already. And he wouldn't have picked such an expensive looking batch. You've finally come to visit your ailing friend, Yifan?" Yifan finally moves the curtain back to reveal Junmyeon who is in a T-Shirt and pair of shorts. He looks incredibly tired and Yifan sets the flowers down on the table next to Junmyeon's bed. "I forgot the vase, I'll get one later. You look tired, do you want me to leave?" "Of course not! You'll probably wake me up a little. I've been on painkillers and sedated this week, they had to do another surgery on me two days ago, but I'm up now." Junmyeon blinks and looks up at Yifan. "I look like crap compared to you and your beautiful hair." Junmyeon must still not be completely there. "Mmm." Yifan hums and looks around for somewhere to sit. He takes the seat against the wall under the window and pulls it closer to Junmyeon's bed. "The reason it took me so long is because I didn't know you where in the hospital. Chanyeol called the gallery and told them, and no one told me." "You're my friend. I can't believe they didn't think to tell you." "You consider me your friend?" "Yeah. You listen to me. Talk to me. You even drew me a very nice picture. Why wouldn't I consider you a friend? Because you're older than me?" "Some people like to keep the old ones away." "You're old but not old, Yifan. Your age doesn't deter me from being your friend." Would it deter you from being my boyfriend? Yifan digs his fingernails into his palm to bring himself back to reality and the situation at hand. "No offense, but you look terrible. What happened to you?" "None taken, I know I do. Bunch of drunk assholes. Hit me with their car. Chanyeol really feels terrible, but it wasn’t his fault. I got out his car to cross the street and that's when they came and hit me. He thinks that if he parked on the other side I wouldn't have gotten hit, but that wasn't possible. I was knocked out on impact. The guys did stop and they're in jail now." "How are you now?" "In pain. The painkillers have my legs only throbbing right now. I get to go home in a couple days. My parents want me to be there before I go back to my dorm. All my teachers have been informed that I won't be in school for the next two weeks, at least. I won't be able to work until the cast comes off, sorry." Yifan would rather not have Junmyeon away from the gallery and he knows how selfish that is. "I'm sure we could change your job description for the moment. You could be a cashier and someone else could lead the tours. If you'd be up to it when the time came to be." "It'd probably keep me from going stir crazy." Yifan hears someone clear their throat and he looks up to see a couple who are in their forties looking at the two. They're probably Junmyeon's parents. Yifan stands up to greet them and bow, and he's met with a similar response, and the man, Mr. Kim, says, "You can sit down. We were interrupting the conversation." "Who are you?" Mrs. Kim asks politely. "This is my boss, Mom. Kris Wu." Junmyeon looks up at her. "You could call me Yifan, if it would make you more comfortable. Or Mr. Wu, whichever really." "Nice to meet you, Yifan. You're the guy our Junmyeon's been talking about, huh?" "Oh?" "Junmyeon showed us the picture you drew him, it was really lovely. He was really excited to get the job at your gallery, he's been a fan of your artwork for a while. You should see his room at home, he's got posters of your paintings hanging up." "Mooooom." Junmyeon draws the word out and covers his face in embarrassment. "What? I thought he already knew how much you liked him." but Mrs. Kim apologizes to her son anyway. "It's nice of you to visit him, Yifan. Not many employers would do that." Yifan nods as Mr. Kim talks. "Yes, well, I had only been informed of the accident today, and wanted to come and check up on one of my best employees. I brought him flowers. And, a card." Yifan completely forgot about it until now, and he pulls it out of his coats large pocket and hands the envelope to Junmyeon. "It's from all of us at the gallery." "Thank you so much, tell them all I said thank you." "Will do. I should leave now, so you can talk to your parents." "Wait!" Junmyeon yells, too loud and Yifan wonders if the teen knows how loud he is speaking. "Your number. My number. Let's exchange them. Yeah?" "Alright. Sounds good." By the time he leaves he has Junmyeon's number. It's a small victory but it is still one. - Junmyeon returns to work at the end of one month of his cast on. His parents have given him the okay, and the doctors have given him the okay as long as he isn't on his feet too much. Yifan had always thought it was cruel to make people who work behind the counter stand up on their feet all day, so the stools had already been there before Junmyeon started working at the gallery. The day that Junmyeon is scheduled to come back Yifan goes and buys a large arrangement of flowers, with the vase this time, and comes it right when he knows there is going to be a lull in traffic to hand them to Junmyeon. Junmyeon's attention is on the door and all he sees in the flowers at first, and not Yifan's face. Yifan sets the vase down, to the side. "That was way heavier than it should have been." "Flowers? For?" "Mostly you, if you read the little card that's somewhere lost in the roses, daisy's, tulips, and whatever else. But also, for Hwasa and Soojung. Since they were kind enough to pick up your shifts." Junmyeon laughs and reaches forward to dig his hand around for the card. He finds it easily, little droplets of water clinging to the paper and he shakes it off before opening and reading it. Junmyeon, I'm glad to have you back and I hope you have a speedy recovery. I enjoy working with you and enjoy your company -Yifan "Awe. Thank you. They're so nice." "I figured I'd make up for the flowers that Chanyeol didn't give you, plus a little extra." "You mean a lot extra. Chanyeol still hasn't gotten me flowers. In fact, we haven't really talked too much since the accident. My parents didn't let him visit when I was with them, and he didn't stop by my dorm as much as he usually does. Yeah, he drove me here, but it was really awkward. So these are nice, they brighten my day up." "Anything to make you feel better." Hwasa is waiting for anyone who may be interested in a tour to come in and when she hears that she gags. "Yifan, no offense, but you sound like a love struck teenager." Yifan snaps his fingers to shut her up, and he hopes Junmyeon can't see the flush on his cheeks or the tint of red at the tips of his ears. He didn't think he was really that noticeable. "Whatever, Hwasa. Yifan and I are just good friends. He listens to me." "Suuuuuuuuure." Hwasa drawls it out as the eye contact she makes with Yifan intensifies. "Keep telling yourself that." "Hwasa, you don't even know what you're talking about." Hwasa simply raises her eyebrows and attends to the newest person to enter the gallery. "She has jokes, doesn't she?" Junmyeon whispers so that their conversation isn't overheard. "Yeah." Yifan answers, but he can't even look Junmyeon in the eyes as he says this, and he's glad that Junmyeon can't pick up on his actual feelings. That night, when the gallery is closes, Yifan is surprised to find that Junmyeon is the last one there besides Kyungsoo and himself. "What are you still doing here?" Yifan feels bad for not making his presence known because Junmyeon nearly jumps to the moon. "Oh. Chanyeol hasn't picked me up yet. I'm sure he's on his way. He's probably running late." Yifan crosses his arms and nods to himself, knowing full well why Chanyeol isn't here. He excuses himself for a moment before going to the back to tell Kyungsoo he's taking Junmyeon home. "I hope you mean his home." "Of course I do, what else would I mean?" Kyungsoo sighs and removes his reading glasses before pushing the fringe of his bangs away from his forehead. "I see how you look at him, Yifan. It's the same way you used to look at Minseok, before you two broke up. I know that you hook up with Yixing all the time, and you drink yourself stupid just so you don't have to deal with it. Yifan, the breakup was two years ago, and I know you're lonely, as much as you don't want to admit to me or yourself." Yifan feels his heart clinch at the mention of Minseok. He was so in love with Minseok that it hurt. And then Minseok broke it off once he got transferred out of the country, into China, saying he didn't want a long distance relationship. He had even discouraged Yifan from going, because he didn't want Yifan to give up or risk his career for him. It had hurt him so much, and Kyungsoo was the only one he was willing to talk to about it. "I know you, Yifan. And I know that you somehow always manage to get your way. And Junmyeon is young. You like him, but he has a boyfriend and a life outside of work. If you do decide that you want an actual relationship with Junmyeon, and not just someone to fuck, you better not pressure him into anything." "Even though he's eleven years younger than me, you're giving me the okay to have a relationship with him?" "Age doesn't mean everything, Yifan. You're both legal, and as long as he consents to a relationship with you, if you choose to make your feelings known to him, who am I to stop you? But right now, he's still with his boyfriend, so back off. Take him to his house, and you go to yours and jack off in the shower. Alright?" "Alright." Yifan jingles his keys this time to let Junmyeon know that he's there, and Junmyeon looks back at him. "You're leaving?" "Taking you to your dorm, actually. Chanyeol still hasn't shown up, and my car is just as good as his. You texted him, right?" "Yes." "Did he respond?" "No." "That settles it, come on, I'll help you." Junmyeon has to use crutches to get around, though on the way to his dorm, through the instructions, he tells Yifan that when he's on campus he'll use his wheelchair when he has to go far, and one of his friends usually pushes him around. Junmyeon lives on the third floor in his dorm building, and after Yifan parks the car and helps Junmyeon out, he offers to help him to his door. "You don't have to." "I don't, but I am a gentleman." Junmyeon walks into the building first, and in the foyer is the person who checks the ID of all who enter. The man looks Yifan up and down and listens as Junmyeon explains that Yifan is just helping him to his dorm then leaving, and the man waves Yifan through, saying that if he isn't back in fifteen minutes without a word from Junmyeon he will call the campus police. Junmyeon sags against the elevator walls as it goes up two floors. "Even with the padding they hurt my underarms." he tells Yifan while lifting a crutch a little off the floor. Yifan keeps his promise and helps Junmyeon right up to his door, and while Junmyeon is fumbling around his pockets looking for his keys Yifan knocks on the door loudly. The door opens soon after, and the person that opens it is unbelievably handsome, and he stares at Yifan before looking at Junmyeon. "We've been worried about you. Where have you been?" "Chanyeol was a no show picking me up." The guy, whose face remains passively blank, looks back to Yifan. "Who is this?" "This is my boss." "The guy that drew you the picture? The one you said is really h-" "Ah, aH!" Junmyeon raises his voice and talks over whatever the guy is saying. "Yes, Sehun, this is my boss. He was nice enough to bring me home." "Thanks." Sehun says before pulling Junmyeon towards him. "You can go now, he's home." Sehun then shuts the door in Yifan's face. It's okay though, because later that night when Yifan is in bed, right before he opens the bottle of beer that is on his nightstand, he gets a text saying, Sorry about Sehun. He's just protective over me. Don't lose sleep over it. Goodnight. And for once, Yifan gets out of bed to put the beer back into the refrigerator. - Yifan shows up to the gallery early one day just to get a look around the place in peace. He's been thinking of having some of his artwork moved around, and having more lighting installed in the rooms so the pictures look better overall. After finishing that last painting for the client, which he was paid handsomely for, he decided to spend the extra money on upgrades for his building. The blinds are still closed and the lights are off when he unlocks the front door, so he nearly jumps out his skin when he turns around to find Junmyeon sitting at the cashier seat, eyes red, and crutches laying helplessly on the floor. "Junmyeon? What are you doing here? It's seven in the morning. You don't have to work until nine." Yifan walks forward ready to comfort his friend, who is now wiping at his eyes with his long sleeve. "I just needed to be alone. I came here because Kyungsoo doesn't come until 8:30, the rest of the employee's don't come until almost nine. You don't come until after nine." "Why are you here? Did Chanyeol leave you here?" "No. Chanyeol is the reason I'm here though." Junmyeon makes a pitiful attempt at a laugh because it dies down to a few sniffles. "We broke up. I didn't want to go back to my dorm because our mutual friends live with me, and I wasn't ready to answer any questions." "Oh. Jun, I'm sorry to hear that." No he wasn't, but he has to keep up the illusion. "If Chanyeol didn't drive, how'd you get here?" "Another friend of mine. I should have known something was up two months ago when Chanyeol didn't pick me up or answer any of my texts. He apologized, but he's been distancing himself away from me. Worst part is, he didn't even break up with me in person. He sent me a text. A text. At four in the morning." He wipes his face with his long sleeve and says, "I wanted to be alone.. could I get some privacy?" "No problem." Yifan leaves to attend to the things he came here to originally do, though Junmyeon is in the back of his mind the entire time. By the time the other employees have came and clocked in, Junmyeon looks normal, but his smile doesn't look at genuine as it usually does. - At the end of the shift Junmyeon looks positively uneasy as he picks up his crutches and slowly makes his way to the back to clock out. Yifan follows behind and waits until Junmyeon punches in his number and clocks out to ask, "Do you need a place to stay for the night? With the whole roommate thing?" Junmyeon looks surprised as he slowly does a pivot on his crutches. "And there I was, thinking you were only pretending to listen to me because I was crying and looked pathetic." Junmyeon says it in a joking tone but the look on his face is concerned. "I really wouldn't want to impose." "No, you wouldn't be imposing. I'm willing to help out those in need." "I'd really appreciate it." The ride to Yifan's penthouse is a somewhat uncomfortable silence. Junmyeon is clearly nervous and Yifan has to keep his excitement at bay. When they arrive he parks in the underground garage and runs around the side to help Junmyeon get out of his car. "Thanks." Junmyeon says once he's situated with his crutches, and Yifan has to keep his pace slow so that Junmyeon can keep up. When the both of them are on the elevator Yifan swipes his identification card so that the elevator takes them straight up to his penthouse. "What's the card for?" "The elevator leads directly to my penthouse. I have to swipe this card against the reader for it to take us up there. It's for privacy and safety purposes." "Whoa. It'd suck if you lost it." Yifan shrugs. "I have a few extras and the owner of the complex has two as well. So I'd be fine if I lost it." This silence is more comfortable, and Junmyeon breaks it by saying, "I never told you how much I really appreciated all the flowers and cards you've given me." Yifan's mouth upturns in a smile. "You deserved it." "But you were so thoughtful when you gave them to me. I practically had to flat out say it for Chanyeol to give me anything, and a get well card. Even my other friends gave me flowers before he did. And what you wrote in the card was so sweet. It made me tear up." "Like I said," Yifan looks towards the elevator doors as they open, you deserved it. Now come on." The elevator opens up to a foyer, where the front door of his apartment is. He watches to make sure Junmyeon crosses the threshold of the elevator safely before swiping a different card into the slot of his apartment and waiting for the beep before turning the knob to go in. When Junmyeon walks in to his penthouse he's pleased to see Junmyeon's mouth drop. "Wow, Yifan. This is, wow. Look at all this artwork. You painted it, right?" Junmyeon hobbles over to a painting and stares at it. "I never imagined you would decorate your own place with paintings you did. They're all so beautiful. Why didn't you put them in your gallery?" "I didn't think they were good enough to put in my gallery." Junmyeon turns around with a really look on his face. "This are absolutely amazing. I can't believe you don't like them." Yifan shrugs, "Not all artist like their own works of art. The ones I really don't like haven't really seen the light of day." "Oh?" "I'll show you." Yifan leads Junmyeon to one of the spare bedrooms he has, the one he uses to paint. It's cleaner than it has been because his easel has been moved to the gallery, and now he uses this room for drawing and sketching. He turns on the light and heads over to one of the three stacks of canvases on the floor, and looks through it before picking a picture third from the bottom and showing it to Junmyeon. "A galaxy? The detail on this is great. You don't like this?" "I don't like any of these. You could have that, if you'd like." Junmyeon gasps. "Yifan, do you know how much this is probably worth? All of this artwork? You could make a fortune!" he pauses and looks around the room. "I mean, you already make a fortune. But you could make more money." Yifan laughs. "I'm living comfortably, but I'll find something for these paintings. Just because you don't like that they're gathering dust. But, enough about that. Are you hungry?" Junmyeon nods. "Good, because so am I. I just want to let you know I can't cook worth anything. I'll order out. What would you like?" Junmyeon almost immediately says, "Sushi." "Sushi it is." The two of them watch TV while they wait for the delivery man to ring the doorbell. "Why did you and Chanyeol breakup, if you don't mind my asking." Junmyeon's face falls blank and Yifan is ready to rush in an apology before Junmyeon tells him, "Chanyeol liked someone else more than he liked me. He told me this in the next, and then told me that he and the person made out." "He also told me that the person didn't know than Chanyeol and I were dating, so it wasn't his fault. Then Chanyeol said that he felt like I liked someone else more than I liked him, so it was kind of even. Bullshit, if you ask me." "I never hear you curse. You must be really upset about this." "I am really upset about this. Yifan, I left my dorm crying because of it. I don't even want to go back because I know all I'll get are questions about the breakup." Yifan is about to give some words of consolation when there's a buzzing sound coming from the intercom near the door and Yifan stands up to go get the food, which means he has to take the elevator all the way down and all the way back up. Yes, there is a button that overrides the lock on the elevator to his floor briefly, but he doesn't trust it too much. When he comes back he goes to the kitchen and grabs a few plates and two sets of chopsticks out one of the kitchen drawers. He heads back over to Junmyeon, who has changed the station to some music show and places a plate in Junmyeon's lap. Junmyeon gives a whispered thanks before digging in. Yifan can't rest about the breakup between Junmyeon and Chanyeol though, and he's soon asking, "Did your roommates know he liked someone else?" "One of them saw Chanyeol talking to the guy a lot and told me, but I thought nothing of it. That was my fault." Yifan sees that Junmyeon's plate is empty and takes it to throw in the sink. "You're not going to clean them tonight?" "No, they'll get cleaned in the morning." Yifan looks at the time displayed by the TV. "It's getting kind of late. Want to move this to the bedroom, where there's a bed and les chance of either of us falling asleep on the couch?" "Sounds fine with me." Junmyeon takes Yifan's hand as Yifan pulls him up to a standing position and hands him his crutches. When they get to Yifan's room Yifan curses under his breath as he forgot one thing. "I only have one bed. Three bedroom penthouse, and I only have one bed." "No problem. It's big. We can probably both sleep in it with no problem." Junmyeon hesitates before a sly look comes across his face. "Unless you don't want to sleep with me. Unless you're scared I'll do something to you at night." Yifan isn't scared of what Junmyeon will do to him. He's scared of what he'll do to Junmyeon. Having the guy who all his masturbate fantasy's have been about in his bed isn't the best idea. But, maybe it is. But, Yifan shouldn't take advantage of Junmyeon because he and his boyfriend just broke up and he's vulnerable. But, he could make Junmyeon feel so much better. He's too busy arguing with himself internally to hear the rest of what Junmyeon has to say, and a poke at his side gets his attention. He looks down and sees Junmyeon staring up at him. "Is that a no?" "What? I didn't hear you." "I need help taking a bath. Can you help me?" Yifan feels his heart begin to beat faster and he nods, maybe a little to enthusiastically. "I trust you not to do anything I wouldn't be comfortable with." "I won't do anything to you, I promise." Not tonight, anyway. Yifan leads Junmyeon to the bathroom where he starts running his bath and makes it so that the water isn't too hot for himself. Yifan excuses himself to go get a towel and a wash cloth and by the time he comes back with clean ones (it's times like these where he's glad that he hired a cleaning service) and when he comes back the water isn't running anymore and Junmyeon doesn't have his shirt or pants on. Yifan bites his lip hard to keep his dick down, because that's the last thing he needs right now. Junmyeon gratefully takes the towel and places it on the toilet. "I'm about to take my boxers off, don't get too excited." he jokes, "I just need help getting in and out of the tub." Yifan respectively looks away while Junmyeon takes his underwear off because even though part of him is dying to see Junmyeon naked, it'd be less awkward to do when he was helping Junmyeon in the tub, rather than watching the younger undress. "Alright. Can you help me in? I need to keep my left leg out of the water, so the cast doesn't get wet." "Got it." Yifan turns around and tries his hardest not to stare at Junmyeon's perfect naked body. The parts of him that are not regularly exposed to the sunlight and even lighter than his face and hands, though barely. His thighs and calves are toned, and there is even the faintest hint of abs on Junmyeon's stomach. Yifan does notice the lack of hair down there and sees how smooth Junmyeon's legs are, and releases that Junmyeon probably does a lot to keep up with his appearance. "How do you want to do this?" "Pick me up and place me in the tub." Yifan doesn't pick up on the joking tone in Junmyeon's voice, so when he moves forward with his arms extended Junmyeon holds up his hands and laughs. "I was joking. I need your support so I can get my good leg in the water, and help sitting down so that I don't fall and splash anything. Or bump my head." "Gotcha." Yifan moves forward and allows Junmyeon to put his hand on Yifan's bicep, and Yifan grabs Junmyeon's other hand as Junmyeon's lifts his good leg quickly and places it in the water. Junmyeon lets out a sigh and he and Yifan both slowly lower until Junmyeon is in the water. Junmyeon's casted leg is hanging over the side, which leaves Junmyeon's legs spread apart, which leaves little to hide from Yifan. He asks if Junmyeon is nice and settled, and stands up to grab the wash cloth to toss to Junmyeon, who catches it easily. "I'll just leave now." "You don't have to." Junmyeon pipes up. "You're going to have to help me get out, and it's only going to take about ten minutes for me to finish washing. Plus, you've seen me naked. No need to be awkward, Yifan." Yifan shrugs and takes a seat on the toilet. "Aren't your roommates going to be worried about you?" Junmyeon doesn't look up from where he's soaking the cloth. "I don't know. Probably. I don't really care. I need time away from them. If they have any of, 'Chanyeol's really sorry and he's worried about you' then I don't want to hear it." "So did Chanyeol tell them his side of it?" "Yeah." "So they know who Chanyeol thinks you like?" "Yup." "Who is it?" Yifan can take the hint that Junmyeon doesn't answer when Junmyeon just doesn't answer. "What about your parents?" he changes the subject. "They'd probably drag me home and coddle me to death. They still think it's Chanyeol's fault that I got hit by a car, so they really don't like him." "If this was all one big misunderstanding, would you ever take Chanyeol back?" Junmyeon pauses his wiping and stares blankly at Yifan, who quickly grows uncomfortable under the look. "Yifan, he made out someone else. Even if there was a misunderstanding, you don't go and make out someone else while you're still in a relationship. No, I won't take him back, even if he does want me back. He can have this, Jongdae, and I'll have to move on." Yifan instantly regrets bringing up that part of the subject because he see's Junmyeon's eyes start to water. "Hey, don't cry." Yifan rushes out. "Chanyeol didn't deserve to have you if he didn't know how to properly treat you. As bad as this might sound, it's good that this happened when it did in your relationship. You need to have someone that'll take care of you and watch out for you, not someone that goes behind your back and does something instead of talking it out. And, you're so beautiful, and have such an amazing personality that I'm sure someone will come along soon enough." "Really?" Junmyeon sniffs. "Yeah." "Thanks. I… really needed to hear that." Yifan had anticipated Junmyeon needed clothes, so after he helped Junmyeon out of the tub and Junmyeon was steady enough to dry off he left the bathroom to go search through some drawers. Now, because he doesn't do anything with his laundry except wear it and throw it off, he doesn't know where all of it is, especially the items he hasn't worn in years. It's pure luck that he's able to find one of his old T-shirts (it was too small when he bought it, he had just picked up the pack without reading the size) and he got a pair of basketball shorts that would probably easily fit over the cast, and h goes back to the bathroom. "I don't have any underwear, but here, a shift and pants." "It’s a little hard to bend, can you help me put them on?" "Y-yeah." Yifan hopes Junmyeon didn't hear the voice crack. If he didn't have more self control his dick would probably be saying hi to Junmyeon right now. Yifan gets down on his knees and while Junmyeon puts his foot in one leg of the shorts, Yifan has to put Junmyeon's cast in the other side. He pulls them up and even goes the extra mile to tie up the pants. Junmyeon needs no help putting the shirt on, and Yifan marvels at how good Junmyeon looks in the shirt, which is too big for Junmyeon. "Bed?" "Yeah, it's late. I'm tired." Yifan makes sure Junmyeon doesn't need help getting in the bed before going to take his own shower. He's able to shave off some of the sexual frustration with a quick hand job to the thoughts of Junmyeon spread under him. When he's dressed and his hair towel dried he quietly goes to his bedroom and he coos softly at the sight of Junmyeon sleeping, as curled up as he can be with the cast on his bed, soft breaths coming out his mouth. It deserves a picture. Yifan's grateful the lights are still on so he doesn't have to risk flash waking Junmyeon up. He tells himself that it isn't creepy that he's taking a sleeping Junmyeon's picture, even though he knows it is deep down inside. He places his phone on the nightstand next to his bed after making sure that the alarm set for tomorrow is off and hopes into bed next to Junmyeon. The worst part about having a functioning penis, when sharing a bed with someone you're crushing on, is probably morning wood. In fact, Junmyeon has managed to uncurl himself enough to drape himself over Yifan's stomach. Which means if Junmyeon moves just a few inches lower he'll be able to feel Yifan's morning wood. Yifan is trying to think of everything to make it go down, but it's still standing tall and proud. Having Junmyeon occasionally snuggle his head into Yifan's chest isn't helping one bit. In fact, it's making it worse. Grandma's boobs. Old man penis. Chanyeol. It's still not going down, and Yifan is going to have to face the embarrassment soon because Junmyeon's breath deepens signaling his awakening. And Junmyeon is facing his dick. Shit. Maybe Junmyeon will see my dick and get turned on and forget all about Chanyeol? Even Yifan knew he was stretching. Junmyeon yawns and Yifan hears him smack his lips. So Yifan does what he thinks is best. He shuts his eyes and pretends to be asleep. Can't be embarrassed about morning wood if you're not awake. But Yifan can clearly tell when Junmyeon sees his erect penis, because Junmyeon coughs and says, "Uh, wow." before moving back off of Yifan's body. "Still sleep?" Junmyeon whispers. "Yifan?" Yifan doesn't show any reaction. "Alright." Yifan waits five minutes, and fuck it's not going to go away without him handling it, so he has to 'wake up' in order to get his embarrassment over quicker. He takes a deep breath and throws his arms over his head, cracking some joints while he's at it. and He sits up and yawns before opening his eyes. He looks at Junmyeon who now has his eyes forward and smiles. "Did you sleep well?" "Yes I did. Did you?" Yifan nods. He looks down to see if Junmyeon has most of the blankets covering him, because Yifan has none, and that's when Yifan sees that Junmyeon has a problem himself. So, to save them both the embarrassment, he says he's going to shower and that he'll be back out. He doesn't know what Junmyeon did, or if Junmyeon did anything at all, but by the time he comes back out little Junmyeon isn't trying to say 'hi' anymore. The two spend their day relaxing, and Yifan is glad that Junmyeon didn't have work today, because that means Yifan can spend more personal time with Junmyeon. "So, what happened to my clothes and the dishes?" "Oh, you noticed they were gone? I have a cleaning service, they do what I'm too lazy to do. Your clothes are probably hanging in my closest, or folded up in a drawer. The two had slept in pretty late after all. Junmyeon is busy on his phone while Yifan is busy picking out another movie for them to watch when Junmyeon asks, "Yifan? Can I tell you something, without making it awkward between the two of us?" "Yeah." Yifan is actually paying Junmyeon completely attention, and now he's just glancing at movie titles trying to figure out the best one for them to watch. "You know how I said that Chanyeol said he thought I liked another guy?" "Yeah." "I didn't tell you last night, because I didn't want to make it awkward, but I saw some things today and you saw some things today, and figured it can't get any more awkward than it already is." "Spill the beans. I won't tell." Yifan teases. "You." "What?" "Chanyeol thought that I liked you, and he said that he thought we were sneaking around behind his back." "Oh." "You know what else?" Junmyeon's voice has gone so soft that Yifan has to lean over a little to hear him. "What?" "I might." Yifan can feel his heartbeat in his ears, because Junmyeon has just said the magic words. "I… I didn't like you like that at first. Really, you were just a boss to me. And then when you gave me those flowers and Chanyeol didn't, I thought they were so sweet. When Hwasa said that you sounded like a love struck teenager, I had really began to think about how nice you had been to me. And then you took me home when Chanyeol didn't pick me up. It was all so nice." Junmyeon had started off speaking very hesitantly, but now he was speaking almost too fast for Yifan to understand. "And I didn't want to tell you because I'm pretty sure you think I'm too young for you, and what if you think it's just because I'm rebounding off of Chanyeol, but that would require sex right? And you probably have some guy you're dating, and how do I even know you're gay, and-" Yifan has had enough and pushes his finger against Junmyeon's mouth. "Breathe, Junmyeon. Breathe." When he sees that Junmyeon has taken some deep breaths then Yifan starts. "I appreciate you telling me all this. And honestly, I've liked you for a while." it feels good to get this off of his chest. "Seeing you with Chanyeol made me unhappy, but you looked happy and I wasn't ready to interfere with that. Even if I wanted you to love me the same way it looked like you loved Chanyeol. Though it appears I, in some way, am the reason you and Chanyeol broke up. I want to be with you. And I want you to be with me. But, you're not ready." Junmyeon opens his mouth and Yifan hushes him again. "Not because of your age, but because of the breakup. I want to make sure that this is actually what you want, and not just some emotions speaking up for you. Let's take our time with this, and get to know each other. You will be the one that decides if our relationship happens. Does that sound fair?" Junmyeon mulls it over before nodding his head. "Yeah, it does." - That night, when Junmyeon is in the bed next to him on his own phone, Yifan pulls his out and sends a quick text to Yixing. Hey, I think we should stop. I may have found someone and don't want it to have issues. Sorry. Yifan gets a response immediately. Congratulations! I'm happy for you! I've found someone too! I'll keep quiet about everything if you do. We can still be friends? Yifan chuckles before sending back a quick, Yes. - Junmyeon starts spending more time at Yifan's place than his own dorm. Junmyeon tells Yifan that his friends said that if Yifan does anything to him, they'll come and kill him themselves. The two find a flow, and after much testing of boundaries they're finally comfortable around each other. Their first kiss happens a few weeks after they confess their feelings for each other. They're play wrestling for the remote, though Yifan is careful of the cast, and Junmyeon plays dirty to win it. He leans forward and gives Yifan a peck on the lips, and in his shock Yifan lets go of the remote, and Junmyeon laughs in triumph before changing the channel to some anime he likes. Yifan brings his hand up to his lips and whispers, "You kissed me." "Yes I did. And, I got to pick what we're watching." "You played dirty." "So what if I did?" Junmyeon's too caught up in his TV show to see Yifan tense up, and soon Junmyeon is lying with his back on the couch and Yifan on top of him. Yifan makes eye contact before leaning down, and he presses his lips on Junmyeon. What Junmyeon doesn't expect is for Yifan to deepen the kiss, and Yifan eventually coaxes Junmyeon's mouth open. Yifan thrusts his tongue into Junmyeon's mouth, and Junmyeon moans and fuck it sounds so sexy when Junmyeon makes that sound. Junmyeon kisses him back, and it's frantic, and Yifan pulls away to take a breath. Junmyeon's lips are red and swollen from their kiss, and his hair is messy. Yifan also notices that Junmyeon is half hard. It's perfect. "You're saying I played dirty." "In my defense, I wasn't trying to get you hard. Junmyeon, you're blushing like a virgin. It's just an erection." "But I am a virgin." That goes straight to Yifan's dick. Because damn, if this relationship continues he will be the one to defile Junmyeon, the first one to enter him, the first one to make him an absolute mess. "Really? So you and Chanyeol?" "Never got that far. With anyone." Yifan smirks. - When Junmyeon texts him at 11 in the morning one day when Yifan is overlooking the construction of the third floor, Yifan thinks 'Shouldn't he be in class?' I have a surprise. Be excited. What is he supposed to be excited for? But Yifan is ready, and when he sees Junmyeon's parents car pull up in front of the gallery he quickly goes to the stairs to help his boyfriend out the car. Yes, boyfriend. A few weeks ago the two have finally said that they had reached the point in their relationship for them to call each other that. When Yifan gets to the ground floor he sees the surprise. And the surprise is Junmyeon, walking on his own legs, no crutches, no wheelchair. Yifan walks up and hugs Junmyeon, congratulating him on making his recovery. "I'll still have therapy every so often, but at least the cast is gone." "That's my boy." Mr. Kim smiles. "Enjoy work, yeah. We'll see you soon." Junmyeon has only slowly started telling people that he and Yifan are a thing. Yifan had already told those who needed to know, like Kyungsoo, Han, and Yixing. Man, he really doesn't have a lot of friends. Junmyeon hasn't told his parents yet, and Yifan is alright with that. Yifan and Junmyeon are talking downstairs when Kyungsoo comes down. And Kyungsoo never comes down here. "We have someone demanding to see Junmyeon." "Who?" Junmyeon takes Yifan's hand as he pulls him up, still getting used to not having a cast. "Just. Come." When they end up in the lobby Junmyeon tenses, and so does Yifan. It's Chanyeol. With some guy that is Junmyeon's size. The guy looks at Junmyeon, and then at Chanyeol. "Okay, you fucking asshole. Do it. Now." Chanyeol whines something out and the shorter male reaches up and grabs Chanyeol by the jaw and pulls him down to his level. "Chanyeol. I swear to fucking god." and Chanyeol pulls away and walks up to Junmyeon and Yifan and his eyes narrow at the two being so close to each other. "Junmyeon. I'm sorry for cheating on you. I'm sorry for hurting you." "You better fucking mean it, Chanyeol." the shorter man comes closer so that he's at Chanyeol's side. "I do mean it. I was an asshole, and shouldn’t have done it. But you look happier whenever I see you, and I hope you're happy after what I did." "Oh. Thank you? For your apology." Junmyeon looks at the person his height. "And you are?" "I'm Jongdae. And I'm sorry too. I should have looked into Chanyeol more before I got involved with him. I didn't know he had a boyfriend until a few weeks ago, when Tao slipped it out during a conversation. I fucking broke up someone's relationship. I feel really bad about it." Oh. This is Jongdae. Jongdae is beautiful in some of the same ways that Junmyeon is. "It's fine, Jongdae. Chanyeol told me you didn't know anything about the two of us, so I can't blame you for what happened. I can only blame Chanyeol." "I'll beat him up for you, if you want." Junmyeon smiles, "No need, it looks like he's already whipped. And besides, I'm happier without him." "I'm glad. I hope that you and I can get past this." "I think we can." - Jongdae is on the invite to the end of the school year party, which is also Junmyeon's birthday party. It's being held at Yifan's apartment, which took lots of kisses and promises of nothing being broken to achieve. Chanyeol comes with Jongdae, following him like a lovesick puppy. The rest of Junmyeon's friends are there as well, and Junmyeon tells them about each of them when they're not around. "Sehun and Baekhyun just recently started dating. Sehun may seem really intimidating but in reality he's a bottom bitch." After Junmyeon and Jongdae started hanging out Junmyeon's vocabulary has become more colorful. "Kind of like Kyungsoo. You think he'll gut you, but Han keeps him in check." Yifan chuckles at the memory of an hour earlier, when Kyungsoo had arrived with Han, and Kyungsoo had introduced Han as his husband. Junmyeon was shocked that Kyungsoo was married. "Lu Kyungsoo? Never thought that 'Lu' was a little too foreign?" Kyungsoo was clearly judging Junmyeon. "Jongin and Zitao are a thing too, and Tao takes up my bed when I'm not at the dorm." "At least I can share a bed with you." "Mhm." Junmyeon laughs. It dies off soon though when Yifan's smile tightens. "Are you okay?" Junmyeon asks and looks around for the source. He sees two men, near Yifan's age, approaching the two. "You must be the birthday boy?" one of them muses. "I am. And you must be Yifan's friends?" "We are. I'm Yixing. And this is my fiancé, Minseok." "Minseok's my ex." Yifan clarifies, oh, that's why it was so awkward. "And you must be Yifan's current boyfriend." Minseok finally speaks up, and small smile on his face. "It's nice to see Yifan happy. I'm glad you can do that for him." Junmyeon leaves the two to catch up as he goes to talk to his own friends. Yifan rejoins his side later as it's time for Junmyeon's gifts to be opened. Yifan sits next to him and hands him the gifts from the pile on the table. Most of it is money, and one, from Baekhyun and Jongdae, is opened the closed immediately and thrusted into Yifan's hands. Junmyeon goes to personally thank the two for the gift after the cake has been served, and Jongdae and Baekhyun both end up with cake in their hair. - At the end of the night when everyone is gone, and Junmyeon's parents accept the excuse of Junmyeon staying over Yifan's house to help clean up, the two retire to the bedroom where Junmyeon plans to spend the rest of his night. He starts it with a kiss, drawing Yifan's full attention to him. Yifan pulls Junmyeon into his lap as they lock lips, Junmyeon lifting his arms so that they're around Yifan's neck. Junmyeon's weight in his lap is reassuring. Junmyeon is the one to deepen the kiss, drawing Yifan's tongue into his mouth. Yifan drops his hands to Junmyeon's hips, and he hears the hitch of breath before Junmyeon moves his hips a little. It sends a shock straight to his cock, and Yifan isn't sure that Junmyeon is doing it on purpose until he does it again, this time pushing his ass back onto Yifan's quickly hardening cock. A quick slip of a hand down later and Yifan finds that Junmyeon himself is hard. Yifan pulls away and whispers. "What are you doing?" "I dunno. I think I know what I'm doing." Junmyeon leans back so he can make eye contact with Yifan. "Isn't this how sex usually starts." Yifan swallows before answering, "Yes. Why, do you want to have sex?" "Don't you think the birthday boy deserves to lose his virginity?" "Only if the birthday boy really wants it." Yifan says, and slips a finger up the hem of Junmyeon's shirt. "The birthday boy really wants it." Yifan is okay with this, because it's Junmyeon that came to him about wanting to take their relationship to the next level, not the other way around. He lifts Junmyeon's shirt up, looking at a chest that has become familiar in these past months. Junmyeon is clearly confused about what Yifan is doing, but he lets Yifan take his shirt off. Yifan lowers his head so that his mouth is at level with Junmyeon's nipples, and gives the right one a long, tentative lick. Junmyeon gasps at the new sensation, his head going town to look at Yifan. He takes this as the okay to continue, and sucks the nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around, and Junmyeon's shiver gives Yifan the incentive to go on. He can't keep licking Junmyeon's nipple forever, so he slowly maneuvers them so that Junmyeon is on his back on Yifan's bed. Yifan breaks away from Junmyeon's nipple to trail wet kisses up Junmyeon's torso, and when he gets to the neck he sucks the skin into his mouth and bites it. After tonight everyone will know that Junmyeon is taken. He's working on the third hickey when he reaches down to blindly fumble with Junmyeon's belt buckle, not wanting to get away from his current objective. "You sure?" Yifan asks between hickeys. "Yifan, I'm a nineteen year old v-virgin." Junmyeon's voice hitches up as his pants and underwear slide down his legs at once. "I have so much sexual frustration pent up, and I would really like for you to get rid of that for me. "You're lucky I'm experienced, this could be more awkward if neither of us had sex before. And it could hurt more. But I'm going to make this as enjoyable and pain free as I can. Sound good?" "Yeah." Yifan smiles and makes his way down to Junmyeon's cock. "Do you always go bare, or just when you think you're going to get laid?" "I happen to like the feel of smooth skin above my dick, don't think you're special Yifan." "You wound me." Yifan jokes an licks at a vein on Junmyeon's cock that leads up to the head, where he sucks on it. He has enough experience and memories to know to hold the hips down, so that Junmyeon doesn't fuck up into his mouth. Yifan bobs his head, Junmyeon's soft cries music to his ears. When he feels Junmyeon tense up he pulls away, and Junmyeon whines. "Why'd you stop?" "Because you were about to come, and I only want you to do it when I'm inside you." "Screw you." "Yes dear," Yifan muses as he leans forward and opens the top drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a fresh tube of lube. Junmyeon watches as he uncaps it, and grin on his face. "How long has that been there?" "Since you've been staying at my house." Yifan tells him, and rubs the lube between his fingers. It's going to be cold now, when he pushes his fingers into Junmyeon, and hopefully the younger can look past it later. He's not sure if it's the coldness or the sudden push of a finger against Junmyeon's entrance that has it tensing, so Yifan leans up to kiss at Junmyeon's mouth to distract him. "Don't tense up, you'll make it hurt more than it should." "I guess I'm not used to having fingers up my ass." Yifan has only gotten his finger in to the bed of the nail and he pauses. "You've never fingered yourself?" Junmyeon shakes his head. "I usually just jerk myself off." "Nice to know." Yifan grins, storing that information in for later. Probably when they're more comfortable having sex, and Yifan will have Junmyeon finger himself to orgasm while Yifan watches. Maybe he'd make Junmyeon beg to come, have Junmyeon massage his own prostate, use a cock ring to make sure Junmyeon doesn't come until Yifan says he can. Just those images has more blood rushing to Yifan's own cock, so he pushes the rest of his index finger in and leaves it there. "Are you alright?" "Yeah. I'm fine. Do whatever you would usually do after this." "Don't tell me you've never watched gay porn?" "They don't usually show this part." Yifan had to agree, and soon, after moving his first finger around he pulled it out and added more lube. "Alright. Two fingers." this time he would be aiming to find Junmyeon's prostate. Usually, in Yifan's experience, it's hard to come with only a cock in your ass the first few times. So Yifan wants to find Junmyeon's prostate, so he can hit that and stroke his cock at the same time. He finds it right as Junmyeon seems to be growing impatient, and he smirks at the jerk of Junmyeon's hips. "Oh. Wow, that f-" Yifan doesn't give Junmyeon a chance to finish what he's saying as he strokes Junmyeon's prostate even more, leaving the younger breathless. "God, you're so beautiful like this. A mess under my fingers. Moaning my name." "Will you shut up, and fuck me?" "No, I won't." Junmyeon's cry of protest is cut off by the pressure as Yifan pushes his third finger in. Theoretically speaking, Junmyeon should have been fully prepared for Yifan's cock with just the first two fingers, because Yifan's hands and fingers are huge. But Yifan wants to make sure that nothing goes wrong so he prepares Junmyeon even more. "I'm going to make love to you. Slow, and passionate." "Same thing." Junmyeon huffs, and Yifan shakes his head with a small chuckle as he pulls all three fingers out and pushes them back in, loving Junmyeon's reaction as his back arches off the bed. "On the contrary, they're very different." Yifan deems Junmyeon well prepared, but to make sure he puts more lube on his fingers and push them into Junmyeon, then pulls out. "Don’t move." he says when he sees Junmyeon look up, "I have to get a condom." "Hmmm." Junmyeon hums, and Yifan reaches back into the nightstand drawer to grab a condom. He is careful with ripping off the foil, and he strokes himself a few more times before pinching the tip of the condom before rolling it on himself. Yifan pulls Junmyeon into his lap, his cock teasing the outside of Junmyeon's hole. "You see Junmyeon," he motions for Junmyeon to kneel, and Yifan lines himself up when Junmyeon's body isn't making contact with his. "Sink down." Junmyeon goes straight down and Yifan is holding his cock to make sure it goes in, "Slowly. At your own pace." He isn't expecting Junmyeon to just sit on his lip in one go. Junmyeon clenches around him and it feels like Junmyeon is trying to cut the circulation off. "Told you to go slow." "Shut up." Junmyeon looks up and purses his lips. Yifan takes the hint and leans down to kiss Junmyeon to take his mind off the pain. This kiss is lazy, their tongues rubbing against each other, and there's trail of spit with Junmyeon pulls away. Yifan thinks Junmyeon is going to tell him he's ready for Yifan to move. "This is what it feels like to have a dick up my ass." Yifan snorts, "Perfect thing to say in the middle of sex." "I thought it was making love." "Making love is a form of love, so is fucking. And Junmyeon, you're going to know when I'm fucking you, because the only thing you're going to be thinking about is me, you're going to be calling out my name, and clenching around my cock as I pound you into the mattress." Junmyeon opens his mouth but he clearly doesn't know what to say because his mouth just hangs open. "Are you ready for me to move?" "Yes." Yifan had only sat Junmyeon on his lap for the initial penetration. He moves Junmyeon back onto his back, keeping himself in Junmyeon. He pulls out when Junmyeon's back is on the mattress. He makes sure he's making eye contact with Junmyeon as he thrusts back in, loving the soft moan that comes from Junmyeon's mouth. "You look so good like this. I want you to know that." "Thanks, I'm sure I do." Yifan wants to get in deeper, to make Junmyeon really feel it. He starts to spread Junmyeon's legs and he groans when they go further than Yifan had anticipated. "You're really flexible." "Yeah. You didn't know?" Yifan shakes his head and pulls back and thrusts in hard. Junmyeon gasps. "Did you like that?" "Yes." So Yifan does it again, pushing into his boyfriend at a slow but deep pace. It's not doing much for Yifan, but seeing the ecstasy on Junmyeon's face is more than enough. Junmyeon looks close again, and Yifan isn't going to be mean about it this time. He removes his hands from Junmyeon's legs to get closer and picks up his pace and wraps one of his hands around Junmyeon, and the younger comes after five strokes. Yifan watches as it splatters Junmyeon's chest, which is moving rapidly as he tries to regain his breath from his orgasm. "Sex is great." he decides and Yifan laughs as he pulls out, completely ignoring the fact that he's hard. "It can get better, this is only the beginning for you." "Is that so?" he looks down and sees Yifan still hard. "Do you want me to take care of that?" "No, I'll deal with it myself. I'm going to go get a towel to wipe you off with." By the time Yifan comes back Junmyeon is out cold. He doesn't stir when Yifan wipes him with the moist towel or throws the blankets on him, and Yifan kisses his forehead before going back to the bathroom to shower and then to the living room where he can watch TV. - "You never said anything about it hurting the next day." Junmyeon hisses and kicks Yifan's back. "Ouch. Ouch!" Yifan is on the floor before he knows what's going on. "What the fuck, Junmyeon?" "My fucking ass and back hurts." "Yeah, well that happens when a dick goes up your ass." Yifan yells. "Your back and ass will hurt." "You know what old man, give it five years, and you'll be waking up with back pain every day because of you being a senior citizen." "I'm not that old." "You're almost thirty. That's old by my standard." "This old man had his dick up your ass less than 24 hours ago, and this is how you repay me? By insulting my age?" "You could have told me it would hurt the next day." "I forgot." "Oh." "I think you need to apologize." "Sorry." "No, I mean a different way." Junmyeon can only shake his head as Yifan wiggles his eyebrows and climbs back into the bed. THANK YOU FOR READING! Please leave a comment HERE or on the Livejournal post.