Under Wraps 1/?
Title: Under Wraps 1/?
Rating: NC-17 (For this chapter)
Word count: 2,845
Main Characters: Jonghyun/Sekyung, son!Taemin, sister!Taeyeon, Minho, Taemin/Minho
Summary: Silence is something Taemin is all too familiar with.
Warnings: het!smut (for this chapter)
At seventeen, Sekyung sits on a student's desk that's half-pressed against the boring, gray walls of the classroom, spread legs sheathing the width of a hungry, bright-eyed man who is abusing her breasts in a delightfully sinful way. She's completely naked, save for her pretty lace panties and knee-high socks- Mr. Kim had insisted that she leave them on. Sekyung supposes that he likes it kinky, but doesn't dwell too much about it as a long, breathy moan echoes around the empty room when the older man's teeth graze her pert, pink nubs. Sekyung is seventeen and about to be debauched in an empty classroom by her Calculus teacher as a result of a bet she's won, but she doesn't really care because she's wild and young and crazy, and most importantly being debauched by the most sought-after male in the building- and the man of her dreams.
"I've wanted you since the day you crossed your legs on the table and flashed me your fucking cute panties." Mr. Kim whispers in her ear as he pushes an insistent finger into her, and Sekyung bites her lip from the pain while relishing in the fact that the day Jonghyun began lusting after her was the first time he came in. Minyoung would go batshit crazy and out-of-her-mind happy if she knew what Sekyung is up to now.
"Mr. Kim-" Sekyung gasps, her perfectly manicured nails digging into the fabric of the man's shirt as his beautiful, beautiful length finally deigns to slam into her, filling her up so completely she thinks she might explode. She finds that she likes the feel of Mr. Kim's silk tie rubbing against her bare breasts and cold zipper against her crotch. As she molds herself closer to the erotically clothed body, Mr. Kim is moving faster and harder, all the while keeping large, protective hands around the circle of her porcelain waist, as if one wrong squeeze could break her. Sekyung is exasperated for a moment in the midst of her building high, and her hands move from her teacher's balls to push at his gentle hands as a silent demand for him to hold her tighter, closer.
"Mr. Kim-"
"Jonghyun-oppa," growls the man so suddenly into Sekyung's ear that she lets out a squeak of surprise, her walls closing in on his length do tightly that his guttural snarl bleeds out into a frustrated moan. "God, baby-"
And then Sekyung just about loses it, crushing her full lips to Jonghyun's, skinny hands clamping over the swell of his buttocks to have him fill her to the hilt as she begins to ride her waves of ecstasy, feeling her stomach clench and have Jonghyun digging blunt trenches into her back for the first time as he follows soon after. The classroom is a disarray of desks and overturned chairs, and reeks of sex after the third time they do it, each round louder and crazier than the last.
Jonghyun wordlessly helps her into her micro-skirt at six-thirty, the end of her supposed Calculus tutoring- you make a better Biology teacher, Jonghyun oppa, she laughs in the shell of his ear after slipping on her shoes, then stepping back to watch him pull his zipper back up and redo his fly. When Jonghyun is dressed, he's impossibly impeccable and clean and sophisticated, and he looks nothing like the horny, licentious creature that he was during their lovemaking. Sekyung cannot make up her mind on which version of Jonghyun she likes best, and bends down on purpose to give him one last tidbit of her cleavage, careful to hold her hair out of the way with a scrunchie while she ties the laces of her shoes.
Jonghyun only smiles, picking up his briefcase and walking around the teacher's table to kiss her on the lips and squeeze her ass, then dipping down to graze his teeth between the valley of her breasts before walking out of the classroom purposefully, leaving a flustered, blushing girl in his wake. Sekyung hurries out of the room just quick enough to bump into Jonghyun, who's walked back into class to murmur a promise against her lips.
"Private Calculus lessons Friday, same time same place."
Sekyung wobbles back home and makes to her black-as-night bed before she collapses, shivering in delight against the cold sheets before rummaging through her bag and fishing out her phone to fill Minyoung in. Her best friend has been most encouraging and squeal-ish on the other line, two hundred percent happy for her. Sekyung forgets about her homework for that night and sneaks out of the house to party with Minyoung and Taesoo and the others, sharing the same, smug story with the rest of the wild, free world.
Sekyung digs the sex-sessions and partying-late routine from her debauchery onward, and digs the routine progressively hardcore as time ticks by. Jonghyun sometimes tags along to her clubbing parties too, and Sekyung shows him off like the glitzy necklace resting on her collarbones to the rest of her friends. Life is going good and crazy for her- she's not falling behind in school either, as one of the many perks of fucking a school teacher is to have actual private tutoring sessions when they have time.
The world only comes to a standstill and has its walls crumble when Sekyung is seventeen years, ten months and twenty-three days old, and she realizes that the little bump she's gotten isn't just plain old fat. It's a growing, living thing inside of her, and Sekyung is more than terrified, dropping the whole load of pink, positive pregnancy sticks onto the ground as she whirls around left and right, trying to see her stomach from every angle, as if it is just a trick of the light.
It isn't.
Sekyung drops to the floor in a heaving, weak mess, arms crossed tightly in front of her stomach as she upends her insides into the toilet. Her fingers are fluttering against the bump, and her mind's practically going to pieces just thinking about how to explain the entire situation to her eleven-month-odd illicit boyfriend. Sekyung's sassy attitude disintegrates; she's never been so scared to punch in eight numbers.
Naturally, all hell breaks loose when Jonghyun finds out. The teacher just about sweeps everything off his table in the (luckily) empty classroom, and takes to pacing back and forth with wild eyes darting all over the place. Jonghyun's mind works like clockwork, ticking at an impossible pace, running through all possibilities and solutions as he waits impatiently for the schoolgirl to meet him personally, to tell him that everything was a joke, a fucked up mistake she made with the results of the test.
His dreams are, needless to say, futile silvers of hope as his fingers trace shakily over the slight deformity of Sekyung's otherwise-flat torso. His fingers leap into the air, as if they've been burnt, and Jonghyun once again stalks the length of the classroom, cursing under his breath, polished shoes creating a ruckus on the scratched linoleum.
"I-I'm sorry," Sekyung stutters, letting the hem of her blouse slip between her hands as she backs up against the front row of tables, sitting heavily on the first surface her behind comes into contact with. Sekyung flinches and arranges her skirt unnecessarily to sit straight-as-a-pin across her thighs when Jonghyun whirls around, hair flying and eyes bright at her.
"Sorry?"
"Yeah- Mr. Ki- Oppa, I didn't mean to-" Jonghyun shakes his head and drags himself slowly toward her- what the hell did she not mean?
"I'm sorry." The Calculus teacher's voice plummets down several octaves, and he sounds a lot older than he looks as he stiffly picks up Sekyung's fiddling fingers and turns them in his light grip. She seems so much more fragile now that he knows what else is inside her.
"Why're you-"
"Because I fucking did away with the condoms, goddamnit it Sekyung. If you had any fault in this mess, I'd only hold you responsible for successfully seducing me." The edges of Jonghyun's lips hike themselves up high enough to stitch a rueful smile across his features, and he holds it there until the uncertainty in Sekyung's features falls away.
"Oppa, it’s still my fault either way." The brunette man hides an involuntary smirk, then puts his hands around the girl's waist from behind, taking care to rest them on the little bump protruding from her abdomen.
"Oh, no you don't. I knew about your intentions all along."
"How-?" Jonghyun laughs outrightly at the mixture of innocence and embarrassment on the schoolgirl's cheeks.
"Believe me, I didn't mean to overhear Miss Lee's exclamations."
Sekyung merely hums in response, crossing her ankles together. Jonghyun is slightly frustrated by the fact that he can't read the emotions on her face- not with the onyx curtain obscuring it, so he reaches out to comb the strands away, then stepping back to admire the view of the insecure, nervous teenager.
Jonghyun sets his jaw in the face of fate surreptitiously, locking his eyes with Sekyung's. He says nothing, allowing his lips to do the work as they converse in an unknown language with hers, flesh against flesh. The problems could wait- heaven knows that the both of them are looking for reassurance in one another.
Reality is a completely different thing altogether- Jonghyun and Sekyung would know. While the teacher faced off with a whole fucking council of pompous authority about the audacity of his actions- love, he argued-, Sekyung was experiencing hell at its worst on her own in front of a long line of disgusted family members. It was love, she too argued, when bombarded with discrimination and sick accusations, hands curling protectively over the growing bump, as it her frail arms alone could protect her and the baby from the judging, unrelenting eyes of the world. While she tuned out the last of everyone, Jonghyun was the only utterance she made under her breath, like a drowning person clutching at straws. Jonghyun was her lifeline of love, she just knew it. Each believed the ordeal to be over and love to be granted the second the dams started building up again, and the verbal missiles ceased fire.
The couple moves into their new apartment shortly after the retreating of May. Sekyung is four months along now, and she rubs her belly in surprise as the first of kicks are felt from within. It is a curious, squirm-ish feeling that borderlines on being nauseous, but Sekyung takes it as a sign of a good beginning to their new life. She tells Jonghyun this as the man hauls their luggages up the stairs, and receives a cheerful retort in return. Sekyung grins like a Cheshire cat and maneuvers herself to the couch, plopping heavily down onto it- oh, there were the kicks again. She briefly wonders if it's a boy or a girl, but doesn't fret too much because she loves both just the same.
The couple had had a quiet wedding ceremony of their own a month after Sekyung's parents kicked her out and when the both of them lost heir places at the school. The baby only showed through the white silk the slightest bit, and as the rings were exchanged Sekyung's hummingbird heart reached a new high as it soared about with mixed feelings in her chest. She had never expected herself to be wedded at such a young age (and to her teacher, no less), with child and without family, but she found the changes heartening in their own way. It was as if her wild, free spirit finally had something solid to fall back on.
Jonghyun's been receiving insistent phone calls for the past hour now, and it bothers him to no end as he straightens up from behind the bar, wiping his hands on his pants. Excusing himself, he leaves his co-worker to run the show, slipping out of the double backdoor into the twilight-bathed alley to pick it up. The air is a little chillier than he would have liked for it to be, but he ignores it as his trademark ringtone starts up again.
"Hey jagi, I'm kind of busy right now, it's the peak hour." Jonghyun frowns a little at the absence of his new wife's usual outbursts of enthusiasm, and he pressed the phone closer to his ear. Something strikes him as odd: a heavy breathing seems to sound in tandem of the blaring sitcom in the distance.
"Jagi?"
"Jon-" Sekyung's voice is a husky rasp before it breaks off into a restrained keen, and Jonghyun almost drops the phone in shock. Instincts kicking in, he's already weaving through the crowd in the bar as haphazardly picking up his belongings from random places behind the counter, ignoring his co-worker's questions.
"Jagi, is it the baby? Are you hurting?" Jonghyun's voice trembles the slightest like a leaf in the midst of barely-existent breeze. He's out of the bar now, excusing himself with a hasty wave to his colleague. Jonghyun flings open the car door and leaps in, heart pounding.
"Jjong-" Sekyung's voice breaks off, but only for two immeasurably long seconds. "He-she- the baby's coming."
"Stay calm, I love you," is Jonghyun's only response to the girl as he hangs up, smashing his foot onto the gas. The baby isn't supposed to arrive anytime soon; July's two months too early.
It's been five hours of waiting for Jonghyun, and in the course of that time frame, he's received five irate messages from his boss, one bank payment text and three fucked-up chain mails on bad luck. In exasperation, he's switched off his phone and shoved it deep into his pocket, then taken to sinking onto the floor despite the whole row of empty plastic chairs available. He can't function properly right now.
The only words he caught from the bustling surgeon were "suffocating" and "mother would die". Jonghyun is beside himself, almost flying into a fucking rage, available in almost all colors of the rainbow when he is barred from the operating theatre- hygiene and privacy purposes, they said. Jonghyun almost punches the snobbish man's nose in; couldn't he have scrubbed down? And the woman inside was his wife, for fuck's sakes.
The beginning of sixth hour is interrupted by the dramatic swishing of doors from the theatre as the surgeons walks out, green robes billowing in a sick fashion behind him. Jonghyun feels like he's filming for a drama series when he jumps up to greet the masked man- everything seems so unreal.
When the surgeon finishes his report, Jonghyun doesn't know what to feel. The words are swimming in his brains, and he's both delighted and sorrowful. He doesn't know what to think, so he thanks the doctor fervently before dashing into the recovery rooms.
"Is my baby okay?" is the first question Sekyung asks when Jonghyun strides in. The elder takes in the sick, deathly gaunt that is his wife's face, and he silently smoothes her sweaty hair over a couple of times before answering.
"Don't worry jagi. He's in the nursery. Just concentrate on getting better."
"He?" Sekyung frowns tiredly for a moment before realization hits and her thin face blooms into pure ecstasy. "We have a son?"
"Mmm." Jonghyun bites his tongue to hold his words back, but Sekyung notices anyway, and braids her fingers with his.
"There's something you're not telling me."
Jonghyun hesitates for a moment, feeling the now-familiar swooping sensation at the pit of his stomach once again. "Nothing. Do you want to see him? Our son?"
"Jonghyun," Sekyung persists, and the man has no other options.
"The doctor said that you wouldn't be able to have children anymore. It- our son tore you up too badly." Jonghyun then falls silent, watching the teenager's face switch between a multitude of expressions, before settling on one he never expects to see.
"I guess that isn't such a big deal. What can we do with so many kids anyway? I'm okay with one, and I'm not just comforting myself. Speaking of him, do you think Taesun is a fitting name for him?"
I want a girl, Jonghyun's heart screams, but he fixes a wooden smile upon his chiseled features and sits down on the hospital bed, nostrils flaring with the stench of medication and anesthetic and disappointment in the air. "Taesun's a good name, but it feels a little too rough for him. Our son's a little featherweight with the cutest button nose."
"Really?" Sekyung exclaims, and Jonghyun wordlessly resigns to fate, pushing the semblances of a smile higher up his cheekbones.
They decide on Taemin, because Jonghyun wanted Jongmin (or rather Minjung), and Sekyung wanted Taesun. Taemin goes home three weeks after his birth with his parents, a little bundle of joy all wrapped up quilts, nestling in the arms of Sekyung's. As Jonghyun scrapes the key into the lock, he feels the last threads of reality sink in.
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a/n - I'm back. /sidles into fanfiction stance once more
My month-long hiatus was due preliminary exams (preparation for national exams), three days/week training and competition season. As a result, I haven't much time to write.
Under Wraps is something that has been sitting in my phone for a long while. It's supposed to be an immense longfic, only to be posted when it is completely written. However, as I'm not sure about how this will be received, I'd like to ask: would you guys like me to continue this? I have the plot outlines done, and there will be het!smut (probably), violence, cross-dressing, homophobia, homo!smut(another probability) and negative influences.
Should I complete this? :/