The morning after
The continuation of my story...
Noona woke up abruptly the next morning, clutching the sheets to her chin. Realizing that the previous nights encounter was not a dream, she screamed into her pillow. Yoochun and Changmin lay naked next to her on top of the covers. She was the filling in a Yoomin sandwich. Yoochun lay with his head in her lap, his arm outstretched, resting on Changmin’s bare chest. Noona was trapped. She was a prisoner in her own bed. She gently lifted Yoochun’s arm out of the way praying that she didn’t wake him up. Slowly, she slid off the bed. Yoochun rolled over and snored. Noona ran quickly to her bathroom and turned on the shower, desperately hoping the water would cleanse her body and soothe her troubled mind. Thoughts raced through her head.
“What do I do? What should I say?” The answers to these questions plagued her.
It had to be done. It would be painful. It will be devastating. But it was inevitable.
Noona stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a bathrobe. She took a deep breath and walked back to her bedroom. She approached the bed and attempted to wake Yoochun up. She gently rubbed his shoulder, hoping to get his attention. He moaned in protest and rolled over once more.
“Wake up, Yoochun,” she whispered in his ear.
He blinked and slowly began to wake up.
“Noona,” he called to her, his voice even more raspy than usual.
“Shh,” she placed a finger on his full lips. “Don’t wake Changmin.
Yoochun sat up and stretched his body. He looked over at Changmin who was sprawled out across the bed. Yoochun stood up and stared at his Noona. He smirked to himself, remembering the wild and reckless sex they had experienced the night before. Noona shivered at the sight of him. No matter how many times she saw him naked, it always affected her the same way. To many, he was too skinny, but to her, he was perfection. And he was always ready for her, like he was ready for her now. He stroked his semi-hard cock in anticipation of a morning escapade with his lover. But the look on her face did not encourage him. Something was wrong, and it made him suspicious. Noona picked up his boxers and tossed them to him.
“Get dressed,” she barked at him.
He scowled at her. He didn’t like taking orders from anyone, especially this early in the morning.
He reluctantly complied with her wishes and got dressed. She walked out of the bedroom and he followed her. She motioned for him to sit on the couch. Yoochun was visibly nervous. He looked up at her with his big, dark puppy dog eyes.
“What’s wrong, Noona?” His voice was shaky. All semblance of the cock-sure Park Yoochun was absent.
Noona took a deep breath to calm her self. This wasn’t going to be pretty.
“I’m sorry Yoochun-ah,” she breathed. “It’s not going to work.”
Yoochun stared at her, his eyes like a deer in headlights. His heart hammered in his chest.
“What’s not going to work?”
She could see it coming. The water works. The tears were welling up in his eyes. At any moment she would have to start building an ark.
“It’s over, Yoochun-ah. We are done.”
The silence in the room could be cut with a knife. Yoochun got off the couch and began to pace the living room floor like a caged animal.
“What do you mean, we are done? Are you breaking up with me?”
Tears were flowing freely from his eyes. Mouth agape, chest heaving, he continued his angry pacing across the floor.
“I’m sorry, Yoochun-ah.”
“No,” he screamed at her. He put his hand on her shoulder and violently pushed her against the wall.
“No one breaks up with me,” His voice was loud and defiant. Noona was frightened. Her sweet and gentle Yoochun had turned into a terrifying beast. Noona could feel his hot breath on her neck. He was gasping for air as if he were having an asthma attack. His eyes were narrowed now, staring at her intensely. The tears that trickled down his cheeks were no longer those of sorrow, but of hatred. He pressed his body against her until there was no space between them. She could feel his heart pounding in agony, like humming bird wings beating incessantly, trying to escape the confines of his chest. He ground his hips into her, his erection throbbing against her body. He turned her around so she faced the wall and stripped off her robe. Yoochun grabbed handfuls of her hair, making her cry out in pain.
“Nobody leaves me,” he groaned at her through gritted teeth. “You promised to love me. You promised to be with me forever.”
Yoochun bit her ear and her neck. With one hand still pulling her hair, the other traced the line of her spine down to the small of her back. His fingers probed deep inside her, making her shudder.
“Yoochun-ah,” she pleaded with him. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to fuck you. You are mine. You will never leave me.”
Yoochun bent her over and forced himself inside her. She cried out as he relentlessly violated her. He pounded her over and over again, her small frame being crushed between his body and the wall. Every thrust was full of anger and hate. She could feel it exuding from his very core. She prayed that it would end. She begged him, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. He was blinded with hatred and lust. And through all this, neither of them remembered they weren’t alone. They had forgotten all about Changmin. Changmin, who had heard the commotion and went in search of his hyung. Changmin, who stood in horror, his hands covering his mouth as he watched Yoochun rape his Noona.
It was a frightened and confused Changmin, who stood frozen in his tracks, unable to decide if he should intervene or run away. The hair on the back of Yoochun’s neck stood up. He sensed he was being watched. An evil thought came across his mind.
“Changmin,” he called out breathlessly while still fucking Noona. “Come watch.”
Noona managed to turn her head enough to see Changmin looking at her with sympathetic eyes.
“It’s ok,” she mouthed to him. “I’m ok.”
Changmin shook his head.
“No,” he thought. This is wrong.
“Hyung,” he begged Yoochun. “please stop.”
He grabbed Yoochun and forced the older man off of Noona. Yoochun hissed at Changmin and punched him in the stomach, sending the boy to the floor.
“Bastard,” Noona cried and she rushed to Changmin’s side. But Yoochun got in her way. He slapped her hard across the face sending her reeling.
“No hyung, leave her be. Punish me instead.”
“You see,” Yoochun gasped. “Changmin’s a good boy. He loves me. Don’t you Changmin?”
Changmin nodded.
“Yes hyung, I love you.”
“Show me. Show me you love me.”
Without hesitation, Changmin crawled on his hands and knees towards Yoochun.
“Don’t do it, Changmin,” Noona begged him. But he would not listen. He reached out and took hold of Yoochun’s swollen cock. He opened his mouth wide and took the fullness of it inside him. Yoochun fucked Changmin’s mouth, thrusting his cock deep into the back of his throat. Noona sat helpless as Changmin sacrificed himself for her. Yoochun was like a rabid dog, unaware of the mental anguish he was causing. Without warning he came full force inside Changmin’s mouth, causing the younger man to gag.
“Swallow it, boy, Yoochun ordered him. “Swallow all of me.”
Changmin obeyed Yoochun like a slave obeyed his master. When he was finished, he staggered to his feet.
Yoochun left Noona and Changmin in the living room. They stared at each other but said nothing.
Yoochun came back a few moments later. He threw Changmin his clothes.
“Get dressed,” he ordered him.
The two men put their clothes on. Yoochun motioned for Changmin to leave. Changmin looked back at Noona. She was still on the floor. He hung his head in shame and walked out.
Noona stared at the boy she loved. Or thought she loved. He could not look her in the eye. He knew he had wronged her. He hated himself. He was sick. She had a right to hate him now. Now they were done. It was over. He was wretched. He was alone. Yoochun closed the door behind him without saying a word. Noona sat upon the floor. Holding her self tightly. She sobbed uncontrollably, longing for the love she had lost.
Noona woke up abruptly the next morning, clutching the sheets to her chin. Realizing that the previous nights encounter was not a dream, she screamed into her pillow. Yoochun and Changmin lay naked next to her on top of the covers. She was the filling in a Yoomin sandwich. Yoochun lay with his head in her lap, his arm outstretched, resting on Changmin’s bare chest. Noona was trapped. She was a prisoner in her own bed. She gently lifted Yoochun’s arm out of the way praying that she didn’t wake him up. Slowly, she slid off the bed. Yoochun rolled over and snored. Noona ran quickly to her bathroom and turned on the shower, desperately hoping the water would cleanse her body and soothe her troubled mind. Thoughts raced through her head.
“What do I do? What should I say?” The answers to these questions plagued her.
It had to be done. It would be painful. It will be devastating. But it was inevitable.
Noona stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a bathrobe. She took a deep breath and walked back to her bedroom. She approached the bed and attempted to wake Yoochun up. She gently rubbed his shoulder, hoping to get his attention. He moaned in protest and rolled over once more.
“Wake up, Yoochun,” she whispered in his ear.
He blinked and slowly began to wake up.
“Noona,” he called to her, his voice even more raspy than usual.
“Shh,” she placed a finger on his full lips. “Don’t wake Changmin.
Yoochun sat up and stretched his body. He looked over at Changmin who was sprawled out across the bed. Yoochun stood up and stared at his Noona. He smirked to himself, remembering the wild and reckless sex they had experienced the night before. Noona shivered at the sight of him. No matter how many times she saw him naked, it always affected her the same way. To many, he was too skinny, but to her, he was perfection. And he was always ready for her, like he was ready for her now. He stroked his semi-hard cock in anticipation of a morning escapade with his lover. But the look on her face did not encourage him. Something was wrong, and it made him suspicious. Noona picked up his boxers and tossed them to him.
“Get dressed,” she barked at him.
He scowled at her. He didn’t like taking orders from anyone, especially this early in the morning.
He reluctantly complied with her wishes and got dressed. She walked out of the bedroom and he followed her. She motioned for him to sit on the couch. Yoochun was visibly nervous. He looked up at her with his big, dark puppy dog eyes.
“What’s wrong, Noona?” His voice was shaky. All semblance of the cock-sure Park Yoochun was absent.
Noona took a deep breath to calm her self. This wasn’t going to be pretty.
“I’m sorry Yoochun-ah,” she breathed. “It’s not going to work.”
Yoochun stared at her, his eyes like a deer in headlights. His heart hammered in his chest.
“What’s not going to work?”
She could see it coming. The water works. The tears were welling up in his eyes. At any moment she would have to start building an ark.
“It’s over, Yoochun-ah. We are done.”
The silence in the room could be cut with a knife. Yoochun got off the couch and began to pace the living room floor like a caged animal.
“What do you mean, we are done? Are you breaking up with me?”
Tears were flowing freely from his eyes. Mouth agape, chest heaving, he continued his angry pacing across the floor.
“I’m sorry, Yoochun-ah.”
“No,” he screamed at her. He put his hand on her shoulder and violently pushed her against the wall.
“No one breaks up with me,” His voice was loud and defiant. Noona was frightened. Her sweet and gentle Yoochun had turned into a terrifying beast. Noona could feel his hot breath on her neck. He was gasping for air as if he were having an asthma attack. His eyes were narrowed now, staring at her intensely. The tears that trickled down his cheeks were no longer those of sorrow, but of hatred. He pressed his body against her until there was no space between them. She could feel his heart pounding in agony, like humming bird wings beating incessantly, trying to escape the confines of his chest. He ground his hips into her, his erection throbbing against her body. He turned her around so she faced the wall and stripped off her robe. Yoochun grabbed handfuls of her hair, making her cry out in pain.
“Nobody leaves me,” he groaned at her through gritted teeth. “You promised to love me. You promised to be with me forever.”
Yoochun bit her ear and her neck. With one hand still pulling her hair, the other traced the line of her spine down to the small of her back. His fingers probed deep inside her, making her shudder.
“Yoochun-ah,” she pleaded with him. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to fuck you. You are mine. You will never leave me.”
Yoochun bent her over and forced himself inside her. She cried out as he relentlessly violated her. He pounded her over and over again, her small frame being crushed between his body and the wall. Every thrust was full of anger and hate. She could feel it exuding from his very core. She prayed that it would end. She begged him, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. He was blinded with hatred and lust. And through all this, neither of them remembered they weren’t alone. They had forgotten all about Changmin. Changmin, who had heard the commotion and went in search of his hyung. Changmin, who stood in horror, his hands covering his mouth as he watched Yoochun rape his Noona.
It was a frightened and confused Changmin, who stood frozen in his tracks, unable to decide if he should intervene or run away. The hair on the back of Yoochun’s neck stood up. He sensed he was being watched. An evil thought came across his mind.
“Changmin,” he called out breathlessly while still fucking Noona. “Come watch.”
Noona managed to turn her head enough to see Changmin looking at her with sympathetic eyes.
“It’s ok,” she mouthed to him. “I’m ok.”
Changmin shook his head.
“No,” he thought. This is wrong.
“Hyung,” he begged Yoochun. “please stop.”
He grabbed Yoochun and forced the older man off of Noona. Yoochun hissed at Changmin and punched him in the stomach, sending the boy to the floor.
“Bastard,” Noona cried and she rushed to Changmin’s side. But Yoochun got in her way. He slapped her hard across the face sending her reeling.
“No hyung, leave her be. Punish me instead.”
“You see,” Yoochun gasped. “Changmin’s a good boy. He loves me. Don’t you Changmin?”
Changmin nodded.
“Yes hyung, I love you.”
“Show me. Show me you love me.”
Without hesitation, Changmin crawled on his hands and knees towards Yoochun.
“Don’t do it, Changmin,” Noona begged him. But he would not listen. He reached out and took hold of Yoochun’s swollen cock. He opened his mouth wide and took the fullness of it inside him. Yoochun fucked Changmin’s mouth, thrusting his cock deep into the back of his throat. Noona sat helpless as Changmin sacrificed himself for her. Yoochun was like a rabid dog, unaware of the mental anguish he was causing. Without warning he came full force inside Changmin’s mouth, causing the younger man to gag.
“Swallow it, boy, Yoochun ordered him. “Swallow all of me.”
Changmin obeyed Yoochun like a slave obeyed his master. When he was finished, he staggered to his feet.
Yoochun left Noona and Changmin in the living room. They stared at each other but said nothing.
Yoochun came back a few moments later. He threw Changmin his clothes.
“Get dressed,” he ordered him.
The two men put their clothes on. Yoochun motioned for Changmin to leave. Changmin looked back at Noona. She was still on the floor. He hung his head in shame and walked out.
Noona stared at the boy she loved. Or thought she loved. He could not look her in the eye. He knew he had wronged her. He hated himself. He was sick. She had a right to hate him now. Now they were done. It was over. He was wretched. He was alone. Yoochun closed the door behind him without saying a word. Noona sat upon the floor. Holding her self tightly. She sobbed uncontrollably, longing for the love she had lost.