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Title:Y.M.C.A part 3 (the end)
pairings: Yewook, kangteuk,
rating: NC-17
disclaimer: i own nothing and no one.
summary: the YMCA is more than just a place with a swimming pool and climbing wall, and Yesung takes Kibum and Siwon there for a good time.
“I love you,” Yesung whispered, nuzzling his head against Ryeowook’s.
“I lo-” Ryeowook stopped himself this situation was getting too out of hand, too many dreams were swimming in his head. Too many things that would never happen, could never happen. Ryeowook sighed, as Yesung’s fingers, traced over his stomach ever so gently making the butterflies inside go even more crazy.
“So when are you going to pack your bags and come lie with me?” The older man asked, placing a soft kiss to the younger man’s temple.
“Yesung,” Ryeowook whispered as he slipped out of the other man’s arms, beginning to pull on his pants. “I have a boyfriend.” The lie tasted bitter as it left his mouth.
“What?” Yesung’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, propping himself up on his elbow. “I thought…me and you….”
“I am paid, to make you like me. To make you want to spend the night with me. To make you want to pay a higher price. This relationship is fake.” Ryeowook spoke his eyes looking for a shirt.
Yesung sat up, just staring at the younger man as if the words had been spoken in another language he could not understand.
“Please don’t look at me that way!” Ryeowook pleaded his voice sounding probably a little too desperate. Considering he was supposed to be acting as if Yesung meant nothing for him “You should have known what you were getting your self into when you came here looking for love or release.”
Yesung rummaged around pulling on his clothes, his head spinning slightly. What had gone wrong, what was making his sweet innocent Ryeowook act this way? When did the room become to cold, when did the lights glow less bright? “Wookie,” Yesung whispered bring his fingers up to caress the smooth cheek he had many times before. Letting them dance around the high cheek bone.
“Don’t touch me.” Ryeowook slapped the hand away. “Times up.” he spoke coldly stepping back. “You can come back here next week and pay me to be yours again or you could get back into the real world and find someone for you. Because its become real pathetic you have to pay someone to be around you.”
Yesung stepped back slowly, the weight of his heart making it hard to stand. Betrayal. That’s what it felt like. The man he loved was nothing but a trained actor, trained to con money out of him. And he had done a good job. He wondered when anger from being tricked would take the place of this pain that weakened his body. The thought of all those words they exchanged over the past months of him going there being lies seemed impossible.
“Maybe you were right, this is where you belong. You must bring in a lot of money, toying with people so.” Yesung spoke, it seemed clear now why Ryeowook wouldn’t go with him when he begged him to. It was all a game and Yesung played the pawn.
Yesung took his wallet out from his back pocket and tossed it on the bed, “That’s what you wanted right? Well you worked hard for it.” He slipped out the door knowing how piercing his words were.
Ryeowook sucked in some air before letting his knees give out and crashing to the floor, in some jumbled mess. Those words cut through him leaving scars he hoped would heal. But it was better this way. Now Ryeowook wouldn’t have to worry about debt collectors harming Yesung, like they did with every man Ryeowook tried to date.
Ryeowook hated how he was forced to pay for useless family loans he didn’t even take part in. he hated his family even more for letting him work in such a place to pay back such monsters. Once in a while the debt collectors would come and screw him for free, taking off some of his debt. But they never took much money off, they always said he was a terrible partner.
But it was their fault he didn’t moan as loud as they wanted him to. It was their fault their hands were rough and not smooth like Yesung’s.
******************** Meanwhile In The Boss’s office*************
Teukie stealthily slipped into the door, closing it quietly behind him. He looked around the office, the papers on the desk were messy and the trash can was over flowing. But the chair behind the desk was empty.
Teukie let out a sad sigh, hoping to find his lover awake in order to apologize. He took a few quick steps to get in front of the door, that was behind the desk. The door lead to a small room with a bed inside. It was put there for Kangin to be able to take naps in if he was incapable of doing so earlier in the day. But the bed was mostly used for sex with Teukie.
The elder man took a sight before pushing the door open slowly hoping to avoid the loud creaking sound it usually made. He smiled slightly at the lump in the red sheets. He closed partially close the door behind him leaving enough open so he could see where he was going.
He slipped under the sheets, snuggling close to the other body. “Honey, I’m sorry. I know you are only looking out for me. And I don’t want to sleep with other guys. I..I just hate seeing people younger than me miserable, like Henry. Please forgive me. From now on I promise just to clean, but couldn’t you have Henry a maid too I mean this place is awful big and the garden is dying because I don’t have time to tend it. Ugh I’m sorry there I go again. I love you.” Teukie nuzzled his face to dark mop of hair. Teukie felt his heart stop and breathing slow as Kangin crawled on top of him, leaning down to plant him a kiss.
The kiss felt different, it was aggressive and rough but also painful. Teukie gasped as the other man bit down on his lip, breaking the skin. “So you’re the whore my son is sleeping with.” The man’s rough voice was alien to Teukie’s ears. He froze he didn’t like this strange man straddling him.
“Wh-who.. W-what are you doing here?” Teukie panicked trying to crawl out from underneath the man.
“I’m Kangin’s father of course. I just flew in to see how he was holding this place up and I was jet lagged from my trip so he let me sleep.” Mr. Kim explained, pulling Teukie back to his original spot underneath him. “And I can see by you this place must make lots of money. What beautiful skin you have.” The man’s monstrous claws traced Teukie’s face.
“St-stop it!” Teukie covered his face quickly with his hands.
“No you stop!” The man growled, gripping Teukie’s wrists and holding them tightly against the bed. “If you want to my son to continue to have a job, you will just shut up.” He whispered harshly before crushing Teukie’s thin lips with his own foul ones. Teukie couldn’t help but squirm as Mr. Kim’s slimy tongue swirled around inside him, making his mouth as filthy and dirty as he felt.
Teukie felt the older man’s middle aged wrinkled hands grabbing and pinching at his flesh, threatening to tear it open with one false movement. He felt the vile hands creep lower to bring ultimately painful disgusting pleasure.
Just as Teukie squeezed his eyes shut, he made them flutter open as the weight on him lessened. He felt his harsh breathing become just a tad slower as eh noticed Mr. Kim on the floor holding his eye. Kangin looking outraged standing in front of him, his fist still clenched from when he hit the elder man.
“S-son, what is the meaning of this! I’m you father!” Mr. Kim stuttered in anger.
“I am no son or yours and you are no father of mine.” Kangin spat, as he scooped Teukie into his arms before exiting the room.
“Baby, are you okay?” Kangin questioned as the entered the hallway, trying to part Teukie’s bangs so he could see his crying face. Teukie didn’t reply but just clenched Kangin’s shirt tighter. The younger man pushed into one of the random rooms the building had for their guests. He slowly placed Teukie on the bed and kneeled before him.
“I’m so sorry.” Kangin whispered, his thumbs wiping the tears that ran down the older man’s cheeks, “This was all my fault.” Teukie shook his head ‘no’ as he remained silent, and still clinging to the younger man.
“ I never should have fought with you earlier, if I hadn’t you wouldn’t have gone looking for me.” Kangin frowned.
“You can’t predict the future.” Teukie’s voice came out a low whisper, as he regained his ability to speak coherent words.
“But I promised to protect you.”
“You did, you saved me before things got too bad. Thank you.” Teukie whispered placing a simple kiss to Kangin’s lips.
“You know what, I think it’s about time me and you leave this place behind for good.” Kangin whispered, placing a loving kiss to Teukie’s clammy forehead. “And once we are gone I promise to protect you even more so something like this can never happen again, so will you please come with me?”
“Even if you didn’t ask I would have followed you.” Teukie smiled weakly, but sealed the deal to go with Kangin with another quick kiss.
***********************Mean while in the lobby***********************
Kibum smiled as he noticed Siwon appear, his lips a little swollen and hair a mess. Sure Kibum knew he looked worse with his shirt on inside out, belt still undone and one shoe untied and he imagined terrible sex hair to top it off.
“Fun night huh?” Kibum asked as he tiredly leaned on his hyung for support.
“Mmmm.” Siwon smiled, as he lead his overly exhausted friend back out the exit of the Y.M.C.A. building.
“I wonder what’s wrong with Yesung.” Kibum spoke as they exited the building out into the fresh cool air.
“I don’t know, so he called you too and told you he was leaving?’ Siwon questioned and got a nod in return.
“So was tonight worth going to hell?” Kibum asked.
“I’m not going to hell and neither are you. I had some wise words spoken to me about being gay.” Siwon smiled slightly remember the foreign man.
“So, you are going to come back with me sometime?” Kibum asked.
“I thought you didn’t like Heechul..”
“I don’t know him well enough to judge him, that’s why we are going to the movies tomorrow.” Kibum smiled and laughed slightly, imagining Heechul trying to get him to do sexual things during the movie.
“Hankyung is going to church with me tomorrow.” Siwon spoke as he opened the passenger door of the vehicle for Kibum to get in. The two both noticed how everything happy was sucked out of them, with just a breath inside the car.
Neither spoke, but just watched Yesung’s cold face. “Are you ready?” Yesung gripped the steering wheel tightly, anxious to get far away from that building far away from Ryeowook. The air in the car was heavy as it rumbled to a start, Yesung shifting it into drive.
Kibum looked out the window as the peeled out of the parking lot, just in time to see Kangin and Teukie putting boxes in the back of a car before getting inside themselves. They were looking for escape from the place people went to escape.
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sorry for the quick ending, i ran out of ideas, mostly. I am thinking of doing a yewook sidestory for this fic, i have started it but i dont know if i'll finish it. I want to write a new fic with an actual plot, any one got ideas? please...?
well thank you for reading this fic!!! i appreciate every comment.
pairings: Yewook, kangteuk,
rating: NC-17
disclaimer: i own nothing and no one.
summary: the YMCA is more than just a place with a swimming pool and climbing wall, and Yesung takes Kibum and Siwon there for a good time.
“I love you,” Yesung whispered, nuzzling his head against Ryeowook’s.
“I lo-” Ryeowook stopped himself this situation was getting too out of hand, too many dreams were swimming in his head. Too many things that would never happen, could never happen. Ryeowook sighed, as Yesung’s fingers, traced over his stomach ever so gently making the butterflies inside go even more crazy.
“So when are you going to pack your bags and come lie with me?” The older man asked, placing a soft kiss to the younger man’s temple.
“Yesung,” Ryeowook whispered as he slipped out of the other man’s arms, beginning to pull on his pants. “I have a boyfriend.” The lie tasted bitter as it left his mouth.
“What?” Yesung’s eyebrows knitted in confusion, propping himself up on his elbow. “I thought…me and you….”
“I am paid, to make you like me. To make you want to spend the night with me. To make you want to pay a higher price. This relationship is fake.” Ryeowook spoke his eyes looking for a shirt.
Yesung sat up, just staring at the younger man as if the words had been spoken in another language he could not understand.
“Please don’t look at me that way!” Ryeowook pleaded his voice sounding probably a little too desperate. Considering he was supposed to be acting as if Yesung meant nothing for him “You should have known what you were getting your self into when you came here looking for love or release.”
Yesung rummaged around pulling on his clothes, his head spinning slightly. What had gone wrong, what was making his sweet innocent Ryeowook act this way? When did the room become to cold, when did the lights glow less bright? “Wookie,” Yesung whispered bring his fingers up to caress the smooth cheek he had many times before. Letting them dance around the high cheek bone.
“Don’t touch me.” Ryeowook slapped the hand away. “Times up.” he spoke coldly stepping back. “You can come back here next week and pay me to be yours again or you could get back into the real world and find someone for you. Because its become real pathetic you have to pay someone to be around you.”
Yesung stepped back slowly, the weight of his heart making it hard to stand. Betrayal. That’s what it felt like. The man he loved was nothing but a trained actor, trained to con money out of him. And he had done a good job. He wondered when anger from being tricked would take the place of this pain that weakened his body. The thought of all those words they exchanged over the past months of him going there being lies seemed impossible.
“Maybe you were right, this is where you belong. You must bring in a lot of money, toying with people so.” Yesung spoke, it seemed clear now why Ryeowook wouldn’t go with him when he begged him to. It was all a game and Yesung played the pawn.
Yesung took his wallet out from his back pocket and tossed it on the bed, “That’s what you wanted right? Well you worked hard for it.” He slipped out the door knowing how piercing his words were.
Ryeowook sucked in some air before letting his knees give out and crashing to the floor, in some jumbled mess. Those words cut through him leaving scars he hoped would heal. But it was better this way. Now Ryeowook wouldn’t have to worry about debt collectors harming Yesung, like they did with every man Ryeowook tried to date.
Ryeowook hated how he was forced to pay for useless family loans he didn’t even take part in. he hated his family even more for letting him work in such a place to pay back such monsters. Once in a while the debt collectors would come and screw him for free, taking off some of his debt. But they never took much money off, they always said he was a terrible partner.
But it was their fault he didn’t moan as loud as they wanted him to. It was their fault their hands were rough and not smooth like Yesung’s.
******************** Meanwhile In The Boss’s office*************
Teukie stealthily slipped into the door, closing it quietly behind him. He looked around the office, the papers on the desk were messy and the trash can was over flowing. But the chair behind the desk was empty.
Teukie let out a sad sigh, hoping to find his lover awake in order to apologize. He took a few quick steps to get in front of the door, that was behind the desk. The door lead to a small room with a bed inside. It was put there for Kangin to be able to take naps in if he was incapable of doing so earlier in the day. But the bed was mostly used for sex with Teukie.
The elder man took a sight before pushing the door open slowly hoping to avoid the loud creaking sound it usually made. He smiled slightly at the lump in the red sheets. He closed partially close the door behind him leaving enough open so he could see where he was going.
He slipped under the sheets, snuggling close to the other body. “Honey, I’m sorry. I know you are only looking out for me. And I don’t want to sleep with other guys. I..I just hate seeing people younger than me miserable, like Henry. Please forgive me. From now on I promise just to clean, but couldn’t you have Henry a maid too I mean this place is awful big and the garden is dying because I don’t have time to tend it. Ugh I’m sorry there I go again. I love you.” Teukie nuzzled his face to dark mop of hair. Teukie felt his heart stop and breathing slow as Kangin crawled on top of him, leaning down to plant him a kiss.
The kiss felt different, it was aggressive and rough but also painful. Teukie gasped as the other man bit down on his lip, breaking the skin. “So you’re the whore my son is sleeping with.” The man’s rough voice was alien to Teukie’s ears. He froze he didn’t like this strange man straddling him.
“Wh-who.. W-what are you doing here?” Teukie panicked trying to crawl out from underneath the man.
“I’m Kangin’s father of course. I just flew in to see how he was holding this place up and I was jet lagged from my trip so he let me sleep.” Mr. Kim explained, pulling Teukie back to his original spot underneath him. “And I can see by you this place must make lots of money. What beautiful skin you have.” The man’s monstrous claws traced Teukie’s face.
“St-stop it!” Teukie covered his face quickly with his hands.
“No you stop!” The man growled, gripping Teukie’s wrists and holding them tightly against the bed. “If you want to my son to continue to have a job, you will just shut up.” He whispered harshly before crushing Teukie’s thin lips with his own foul ones. Teukie couldn’t help but squirm as Mr. Kim’s slimy tongue swirled around inside him, making his mouth as filthy and dirty as he felt.
Teukie felt the older man’s middle aged wrinkled hands grabbing and pinching at his flesh, threatening to tear it open with one false movement. He felt the vile hands creep lower to bring ultimately painful disgusting pleasure.
Just as Teukie squeezed his eyes shut, he made them flutter open as the weight on him lessened. He felt his harsh breathing become just a tad slower as eh noticed Mr. Kim on the floor holding his eye. Kangin looking outraged standing in front of him, his fist still clenched from when he hit the elder man.
“S-son, what is the meaning of this! I’m you father!” Mr. Kim stuttered in anger.
“I am no son or yours and you are no father of mine.” Kangin spat, as he scooped Teukie into his arms before exiting the room.
“Baby, are you okay?” Kangin questioned as the entered the hallway, trying to part Teukie’s bangs so he could see his crying face. Teukie didn’t reply but just clenched Kangin’s shirt tighter. The younger man pushed into one of the random rooms the building had for their guests. He slowly placed Teukie on the bed and kneeled before him.
“I’m so sorry.” Kangin whispered, his thumbs wiping the tears that ran down the older man’s cheeks, “This was all my fault.” Teukie shook his head ‘no’ as he remained silent, and still clinging to the younger man.
“ I never should have fought with you earlier, if I hadn’t you wouldn’t have gone looking for me.” Kangin frowned.
“You can’t predict the future.” Teukie’s voice came out a low whisper, as he regained his ability to speak coherent words.
“But I promised to protect you.”
“You did, you saved me before things got too bad. Thank you.” Teukie whispered placing a simple kiss to Kangin’s lips.
“You know what, I think it’s about time me and you leave this place behind for good.” Kangin whispered, placing a loving kiss to Teukie’s clammy forehead. “And once we are gone I promise to protect you even more so something like this can never happen again, so will you please come with me?”
“Even if you didn’t ask I would have followed you.” Teukie smiled weakly, but sealed the deal to go with Kangin with another quick kiss.
***********************Mean while in the lobby***********************
Kibum smiled as he noticed Siwon appear, his lips a little swollen and hair a mess. Sure Kibum knew he looked worse with his shirt on inside out, belt still undone and one shoe untied and he imagined terrible sex hair to top it off.
“Fun night huh?” Kibum asked as he tiredly leaned on his hyung for support.
“Mmmm.” Siwon smiled, as he lead his overly exhausted friend back out the exit of the Y.M.C.A. building.
“I wonder what’s wrong with Yesung.” Kibum spoke as they exited the building out into the fresh cool air.
“I don’t know, so he called you too and told you he was leaving?’ Siwon questioned and got a nod in return.
“So was tonight worth going to hell?” Kibum asked.
“I’m not going to hell and neither are you. I had some wise words spoken to me about being gay.” Siwon smiled slightly remember the foreign man.
“So, you are going to come back with me sometime?” Kibum asked.
“I thought you didn’t like Heechul..”
“I don’t know him well enough to judge him, that’s why we are going to the movies tomorrow.” Kibum smiled and laughed slightly, imagining Heechul trying to get him to do sexual things during the movie.
“Hankyung is going to church with me tomorrow.” Siwon spoke as he opened the passenger door of the vehicle for Kibum to get in. The two both noticed how everything happy was sucked out of them, with just a breath inside the car.
Neither spoke, but just watched Yesung’s cold face. “Are you ready?” Yesung gripped the steering wheel tightly, anxious to get far away from that building far away from Ryeowook. The air in the car was heavy as it rumbled to a start, Yesung shifting it into drive.
Kibum looked out the window as the peeled out of the parking lot, just in time to see Kangin and Teukie putting boxes in the back of a car before getting inside themselves. They were looking for escape from the place people went to escape.
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sorry for the quick ending, i ran out of ideas, mostly. I am thinking of doing a yewook sidestory for this fic, i have started it but i dont know if i'll finish it. I want to write a new fic with an actual plot, any one got ideas? please...?
well thank you for reading this fic!!! i appreciate every comment.