Paying In Naivety
Title: Paying in Naivety
Length: Threeshot
Pairing: JunsuxOMC, HoSu, JaeHoSu
Summary: Junsu is a working boy. He sells his knickers for a living until he gets caught one day by one of his teachers. He gets punished. XD
Warning: Voyeurism ,pedophilia
A/N: Prompted by xiahwase and egoisticfreak . This mini series is for you, my HoSu bitches. ;D
The school bell rang around the room, the sound permeating through the thin walls of the high school. Students moved in a rush, disregarding their professors wholly ("Write a 1500 word essay on the importance of purple and green molds in daily life”), hands scurrying to grab their mandatory uniform black book bags and slinging them on their shoulders.
A boy of seventeen deftly makes his way out of the room, his hair bouncing, shiny and soft in the rather dull and fading afternoon sun. He makes his way to his lockers, located near the school entrance, and quickly deposits his school books inside and grabs for his street shoes. He heads out towards the great double doors of the school gates and out into his college entrance exam practice center.
He stops by a rather dark and dank alley way. A man whose age he estimated to range from 40-50 stood there, back leaning against the cold ceramic walls, lips pursed around a newly lit cigarette. Junsu approaches him and assumes his role. He puts on a playful school boy act as he taps the man on the shoulder, cheeks red from the cold and eyes shining a little too brightly with false mirth. “Konbanwa, oyaji,” he says, hands on his back, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The man puts out his cigarette, but not before he blows a couple of puffs in Junsu’s direction, much to the younger man’s annoyance. He dared not show it, or else he’ll lose this customer. And he doesn’t want that. Not now, when he needs the money so much.
“How’s school today, my apple pie?” the old man says, brushing his tobacco stained fingers on Junsu’s dark brown hair. Junsu stifles a wince. “Urgh, now my hair’s all stinky now.” The old man soaks up Junsu’s sour expression and deducts that his little boy has had a rather horrible day in school. He smiles woefully, shakes his head, and takes out his wallet. “How about I go pay double and get that out fresh from the oven now, huh?” he leers, eyes looking bloodshot and a little too creepy for Junsu’s taste, but he gets down to business.
With quick fingers, he unloosens the black leather belt fastening his pants to his hips, and he rolls them subtly, giving the old man a little show. His fingers snakes its way down to his zippers, his pants pooling down to his ankles. His navy blue briefs peeping behind his white polo shirt. The old man’s eyes grows bigger by the minute, wanting to take in as much of the sight as possible while exercising tremendous effort not to touch such young and supple skin.
Junsu shakes his index finger at him, lips forming a rather sexy pout a 17 year old shouldn’t be sporting. “Nuh uh uh, Oyaji-san…” he says, voice reprimanding, laced with a little twinge of playfulness.
“No- ,“ he tucks his right thumb inside his briefs,
”Can-,“ he tugs it down,
“Do.” And waves his undies with his right hand and throws it towards the old man, who was practically salivating from that little show.
Junsu smirks as the perverted old man hands him the money and he heard little excerpts of the man’s to do list for tonight. Short phrases like” simply fabulous”, “-can’t wait to go home,” and “-must but new bottle of Vaseline.” reached Junsu’s ears as he tucked himself carefully inside his black school pants, careful not to have any of his curlies get caught by the zipper. As he carelessly fluffs his hair up, hoping it would look like a perfectly unmade made up hairstyle (which is rather the trend with boys his age), he channels all his cutesy charms and hurls its power full on towards the unsuspecting old man.
“It was nice to see, oyaji-san~” he says and he trails off, hopping and never once looking back.
The old man was left alone, speechless, both hands grasping Junsu’s still warm drawers and he sniffs, rubs, and drools.
~~
Meanwhile, a man with brownish blonde hair watched all the things that transpired 5 floors beneath him. A rather chilly wind brushed past him, although it wasn’t enough to smother the steady heat engulfing his body, the image of the svelte dark brown haired kid seared in his mind.
On to the HoSu Chapter--> Best Kept Secret/ Biggest Mistake
Length: Threeshot
Pairing: JunsuxOMC, HoSu, JaeHoSu
Summary: Junsu is a working boy. He sells his knickers for a living until he gets caught one day by one of his teachers. He gets punished. XD
Warning: Voyeurism ,pedophilia
A/N: Prompted by xiahwase and egoisticfreak . This mini series is for you, my HoSu bitches. ;D
The school bell rang around the room, the sound permeating through the thin walls of the high school. Students moved in a rush, disregarding their professors wholly ("Write a 1500 word essay on the importance of purple and green molds in daily life”), hands scurrying to grab their mandatory uniform black book bags and slinging them on their shoulders.
A boy of seventeen deftly makes his way out of the room, his hair bouncing, shiny and soft in the rather dull and fading afternoon sun. He makes his way to his lockers, located near the school entrance, and quickly deposits his school books inside and grabs for his street shoes. He heads out towards the great double doors of the school gates and out into his college entrance exam practice center.
He stops by a rather dark and dank alley way. A man whose age he estimated to range from 40-50 stood there, back leaning against the cold ceramic walls, lips pursed around a newly lit cigarette. Junsu approaches him and assumes his role. He puts on a playful school boy act as he taps the man on the shoulder, cheeks red from the cold and eyes shining a little too brightly with false mirth. “Konbanwa, oyaji,” he says, hands on his back, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The man puts out his cigarette, but not before he blows a couple of puffs in Junsu’s direction, much to the younger man’s annoyance. He dared not show it, or else he’ll lose this customer. And he doesn’t want that. Not now, when he needs the money so much.
“How’s school today, my apple pie?” the old man says, brushing his tobacco stained fingers on Junsu’s dark brown hair. Junsu stifles a wince. “Urgh, now my hair’s all stinky now.” The old man soaks up Junsu’s sour expression and deducts that his little boy has had a rather horrible day in school. He smiles woefully, shakes his head, and takes out his wallet. “How about I go pay double and get that out fresh from the oven now, huh?” he leers, eyes looking bloodshot and a little too creepy for Junsu’s taste, but he gets down to business.
With quick fingers, he unloosens the black leather belt fastening his pants to his hips, and he rolls them subtly, giving the old man a little show. His fingers snakes its way down to his zippers, his pants pooling down to his ankles. His navy blue briefs peeping behind his white polo shirt. The old man’s eyes grows bigger by the minute, wanting to take in as much of the sight as possible while exercising tremendous effort not to touch such young and supple skin.
Junsu shakes his index finger at him, lips forming a rather sexy pout a 17 year old shouldn’t be sporting. “Nuh uh uh, Oyaji-san…” he says, voice reprimanding, laced with a little twinge of playfulness.
“No- ,“ he tucks his right thumb inside his briefs,
”Can-,“ he tugs it down,
“Do.” And waves his undies with his right hand and throws it towards the old man, who was practically salivating from that little show.
Junsu smirks as the perverted old man hands him the money and he heard little excerpts of the man’s to do list for tonight. Short phrases like” simply fabulous”, “-can’t wait to go home,” and “-must but new bottle of Vaseline.” reached Junsu’s ears as he tucked himself carefully inside his black school pants, careful not to have any of his curlies get caught by the zipper. As he carelessly fluffs his hair up, hoping it would look like a perfectly unmade made up hairstyle (which is rather the trend with boys his age), he channels all his cutesy charms and hurls its power full on towards the unsuspecting old man.
“It was nice to see, oyaji-san~” he says and he trails off, hopping and never once looking back.
The old man was left alone, speechless, both hands grasping Junsu’s still warm drawers and he sniffs, rubs, and drools.
~~
Meanwhile, a man with brownish blonde hair watched all the things that transpired 5 floors beneath him. A rather chilly wind brushed past him, although it wasn’t enough to smother the steady heat engulfing his body, the image of the svelte dark brown haired kid seared in his mind.
On to the HoSu Chapter--> Best Kept Secret/ Biggest Mistake