Of French Customs and Old Times Part 16
Title: Of French Customs and Old Times.
Status: Part 16
Author: xxqod
Pairings: Jonghyun/Taemin/Minho, Jinki/Kibum
Rating: PG-15
A/N: For bopeep_achu who requested this, it takes place in France of the 18th Century. Incorrect use of the French language XD lol, I only had basic French. It's not historically correct and I used their Korean names, cause I can't bring myself to change them. (Don't bash me for it! >.< )
~There's a wordlist at the end of each part, stating the French words and their translation.~
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"Taemin… I…" Jonghyun sighs, actually not knowing what he wants to say to the ball of sheets and blankets, Taemin somewhere underneath it all. After Jinki ran off, Jonghyun stopped trying to convince Taemin it would be best for all of them to leave here. But no matter what else he said Taemin didn't react to anything except for some slight movements which made the blankets rise and fall.
"Taemin, you're going to suffocate if you stay there." The big ball moves a bit and Jonghyun sighs again.
"You don't have to go with me, if that's what you want. You can stay here with Minho." He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to distract himself from all the emotions of want, lust, love and affection for the younger boy.
"I'll leave now then…" Jonghyun walks away to pick up his sword, the sword he wanted to use moments before to kill this girl almost identical to Taemin. The world is fucked up.
At the door he turns one time but there's nothing, nor a sound or motion, anything indicating Taemin doesn't want him to leave here. Defeated he turns but the floor creaks behind him and something collides with his back.
"Don't go?" And when Jonghyun keeps quiet Taemin slides his hands up Jonghyun's stomach and one moves further up to Jonghyun's chest.
"I don't know Taemin, you don't seem to love me as much as I love you." Taemin presses his body further into Jonghyun's back in response and Jonghyun feels the faint shape of the younger one's hipbones. He closes his eyes and thinks about the choices he has.
It seems more tempting to stay here and when Taemin's hands slide down in the quietness, Jonghyun really wants to let all his control go and kiss the younger boy silly. Maybe that is because sex after a fight is the best or maybe Jonghyun just needs an excuse to make Taemin's doubts faint and make Taemin his for the second time.
"I better be going." Jonghyun says, but he doesn't want to and he doesn't make a move to step away. Especially when Taemin's arms encircle him a little tighter and Jonghyun almost, almost, turns to kiss the boy. But it does not do anything for him and he pulls himself free, he needs to be away for now. He takes a small step just as Taemin yells at him.
"I'll go back to Minho if you leave now! He will love me the way I want too!" Taemin sounds desperate. He is and he is also childish for using such tricks, he knows himself, but it doesn't stop him from using them. He opens his eyes he had shut when he shouted and sees Jonghyun standing, almost like he's not breathing. Taemin holds his breath.
"So you want me to be like Minho, is that it?" Jonghyun turns around, eyes ablaze and jaw tight with frustration and anger.
"You want me to ban you from talking to anyone you know? Keep you inside and have you all to myself? Do you want me to fuck you when you're tired or not feeling like it?" Taemin shifts his gaze to the side giving Jonghyun a good look at his bruised cheeks and neck, traces of that girl's violence mixed with his love in the form of kisses and love bites on Taemin's skin.
"Do you want me to fuck others, girls, to get you a baby that looks like it could be ours?" Taemin's eyes water at that question.
"No." He answers in a tiny voice, a small whisper. "Only love me."
He looks back to Jonghyun, vulnerable but confident Jonghyun will act on that. And oh, he does. Jonghyun walks briskly towards Taemin and before the younger boy can do something, Jonghyun presses his lips to his. Taemin mewls into his mouth and grips Jonghyun's arms with slim fingers.
Jonghyun pulls the younger boy flush against him, one hand dropping to hold onto the sharp hipbone jutting through the skin of Taemin's body. The other hand rests in the boy's neck, making it impossible to escape. Not that Taemin wants to escape.
The boy slides one leg in between Jonghyun's and he feels the older breathing harshly against the corner of his lips.
"Taemin." The tone is warning and the brunette pushes his own leg roughly between the younger's bare ones and grinds the younger boy down on his leg, hands tightly gripping the other's waist. Taemin's arms lock around Jonghyun's neck as the boy arches his back and tries to hide his face into Jonghyun's chest at the same time.
Jonghyun watches the pleasure adorning the younger's face and smirks. He prides himself he really knows the younger boy too well, even if they missed so many years together. He shoots back into reality when Taemin starts grinding himself onto Jonghyun's leg and runs his tongue along the side of the older boy's neck. Jonghyun grunts and grabs Taemin's long hair and pulls it so white creamy skin is shown to him. He then bites down and Taemin moans, canting his hips and rubbing harder against Jonghyun.
Jonghyun laps at the small bruises and cuts, runs his short nails across the younger's back. He helps Taemin lifting his legs to cross them around the brunette's waist. Hands squeeze his ass and Taemin bucks wanting to feel more. Jonghyun sees the want in the other's eyes and quickly makes work of it.
The moan that tears itself from Taemin's throat is louder, filled with lust. Jonghyun grins this time, knowing he almost has Taemin were he wants him. His wrist flicks and Taemin moves into his touch. Jonghyun knows the younger one is close when he begins to whimper and mewl and takes Jonghyun's hand to urge him on, make him move his hand faster. The other does nothing, he even stills his motions and Taemin's eyes water, the corners wet.
"Jonghyun, Jong, Jjong. S'il te plaît. S'il te plaît… let me…" But Jonghyun only holds him firmer with every whimper, disabling Taemin to writhe even.
"Voulez-vous-" Jonghyun can't even finish his question when Taemin starts frantically shaking his head up and down, sobbing with want.
"Come with me then." Jonghyun whispers hotly in Taemin's ear sending shivers down his spine, but confusedly he blinks his eyes, not fully understanding what Jonghyun wants from him.
"Run away with me. Run away with me and I'll let you come." His voice is so deep and filled with promises Taemin almost comes on the spot, except that hand prevents him from doing so. The younger boy sobs, doesn't want to give in, but Jonghyun slowly moves his fingers up and down again and Taemin chokes on his breath, hands pulling at Jonghyun's hair when lips trace hotly against his collarbone. His control snaps.
"Oui! Oui! Je viendrai!" It is followed by a high mewl and more moans as Taemin tries his best to fill his lungs with oxygen and not get dizzy from the pleasure he gets. Jonghyun's bangs cling to his forehead and his face is covered with tiny sweat droplets running down his face, trying to give Taemin as much as possible. Not long after he feels the boy tense in his arms, clinging onto him like Jonghyun is his lifeline. His name falling from those pouty lips makes Jonghyun feel jittery and he clenches his teeth, way too lost to notice himself falling off the edge.
His own vision blurs entirely unexpected as his abdomen clench and he grunts out. Jonghyun drops them both on the ground, breath laboured and he doesn't even care he just came untouched, because Taemin half-slumped on top of him is way too pretty and distracting to care about such a tiny detail.
Jonghyun runs his hands up and down Taemin's sides, the boy shuddering under his touches, clearly not ready yet to have physical contact. Jonghyun doesn't stop though, continues feeling Taemin up till the younger rolls off of him, wrapping his arms around him self to keep the spasms under control. When he opens his eyes he has a face full of Jonghyun.
"Let's find the others." Jonghyun says, but Taemin reaches up and pecks the older boy's lips, moaning a bit.
"Let me get dressed." Taemin responses and slowly he sits up, pushing Jonghyun back on his heels as the younger boy silently stands and slips a clean gown on and tries to pull the dress Jinki left for him over his head. His hair gets stuck though and Jonghyun moves to help his friend and lover to free himself and pull the dress fully over himself.
As the younger pulls the knots from his hair, combs his fingers through it to untangle his locks, Jonghyun pulls at the strings of the dress, tying it tightly together on Taemin's back. As Taemin stands the other eyes him and smiles, mumbling a 'Tu es magnifique'. Taemin blushes and Jonghyun circles his arms around his waist, just where the corset changes into the skirt.
Jonghyun smiles again, his eyes becoming small, eyelids a bit puffy and lower lip full and pouty, showing a bit of his pearl white teeth. Taemin's heart flutters and shyly he holds onto Jonghyun's extended hand.
It’s still noon even though the events of that day really tell otherwise. Jonghyun and Taemin don’t get far as they see Jinki standing in one of the writing rooms, sword in hand, staring at something on the shelve, or that’s what Taemin thinks. Jonghyun however knows exactly why Jinki looks like that.
“Jinki... are you alright? Did something happen to Kibum?” Jonghyun asks when Jinki doesn’t acknowledge their presence when they walk into the room.
“Kibum is mad at me, Jjong.” And Jinki’s ever strong voice trembles saying those words, just like the time Jonghyun’s, Taemin’s parents died that horrible accident.
“I almost killed the girl, but Kibum wanted her to live. I... it took me a lot to scream at her to leave here with her child without stabbing her. You have to believe me. She almost took Kibum’s life and now Kibum’s angry with me for wanting to kill her and sending her off.” Jinki tells them in almost one intake of breath and Taemin bites his lip.
“We’ll find Kibum, Jinki.” He says, but Jonghyun holds Taemin back when he wants to go.
“I think this is something Jinki himself should do, Tae.” Jonghyun speaks, while looking Jinki, his servant and best friend straight in the eyes, daring him to do different. It doesn’t take long for the lost man to find his way and run after his lover.
He catches him outside in the rose gardens, near that one pond where Jonghyun lied that morning. Jinki pulls Kibum back from falling face first into the ice cold water, even though the weather should be nice enough for it to be warm. His arms hold Kibum securely and his mouth places kisses all over the other’s face, expressing how much he is loved.
“Jinki...” Kibum starts, but Jinki silences him by pushing their lips together and Kibum doesn’t protest, doesn’t push him away like he did earlier. He too, winds his arms around Jinki’s waist, connecting them at the hips as his mouth moves against Jinki’s and his breath comes out in short puffs of hot air.
“I love you, Kibum.” The ‘Please forgive me’ goes unsaid, but Kibum smiles and nods his head, snuggling into Jinki’s vest with closed eyes and smelling that scent that makes Jinki Jinki.
“I should’ve... known you would be upset with me, liking kids and all. I... I know it hurts you when you wanted a kid to raise, but... Kibum. That girl hurt you. I can’t let her go her way, so I made her leave... with her kid.” Jinki explains and Kibum for once, listens quietly to him, trying not to interfere with Jinki’s story.
“I can’t let her leave the kid here, because who would’ve taken care of it? I know you want to Kibum, but you don’t have enough time. You, mustn’t forget you’re still a servant here, your time gets all eaten by serving Taemin.” It stops there and Kibum can understand, but he doesn’t want to, wants to take care of a kid so badly, he’s aching just by the thought the child is left with that evil witch, who doesn’t even want it.
“I don’t want to Jinki. We need to find her now, before she drowns the poor baby somewhere in the ponds here or kills it, leaving it behind for the wild animals to eat!” Kibum pleads, his eyes watery and Jinki can’t really disagree, for he too doesn’t want the kid to suffer unnecessarily.
Just as Jinki agrees with Kibum to help him go look for the girl and child, Jonghyun and Taemin come running towards them. The look of fear on their faces doesn’t speak of anything good, but very bad instead, and Jinki gets this worse feeling it’s about their health or lives.
“Kibum!” Taemin sounds hysterical, almost in tears and Jonghyun doesn’t look much better. Kibum holds his breath, because he too, can feel the fear emitting from those two. As they halt in front of Jinki and Kibum, Taemin gives Kibum a little piece of paper.
“We found it in the room where the concubines should’ve been staying.” Taemin huffs, Jonghyun nodding his head with wide eyes.
“I sent a letter to Roi Minho, he will be pleased with me. Maybe he’ll notice my worth now. As for the kid, I already disposed of it somewhere. Good luck finding it, Kibum, I know you wanted a kid to raise. Minho will chase you to the end of the world. Better give up your lives cheaters.“
Tears fall from Kibum’s eyes with every word he reads. This was exactly what he was fearing and now it is happening right under his nose.
“Kibum! This is not the time to wallow in self-reflection!” Jonghyun yells at him.
“We have to go look for the kid! You and Taemin will look inside the castle! Jinki and I will take the gardens! Go!” And it’s Taemin who has to pull Kibum with him back inside.
“Let’s start with the concubines’ room.” Taemin offers, even though he knows it’s almost impossible for the kid to be there, but it sure works for Kibum, because suddenly he starts to move and almost drags Taemin along with him, reversing the situation in just a second. Then he realizes he doesn’t even know where that room is. He stops abruptly and turns to the younger boy.
“Taemin, how do you know where they stayed?” I don’t even know.
“You know, we were looking for you and Jinki, when we stumbled upon a wall that was missing a part?” Kibum nods while noting Taemin sounds way too intrigued and amazed, but he brushes it off as childishness, even at Taemin’s age. It is like the boy will always stay sixteen years old.
“Well, Jonghyun pushed against it and then it disappeared further! Like a sliding door, those things they have in Japan?” By now Taemin is a little ball of hyper activeness, stumbling over his own dress as he tugs at Kibum’s arm.
“Let’s go!” Taemin shouts excitedly, but goes flat on his face because his heels got stuck in his dress. Kibum sighs and helps the fallen boy back up. Taemin puffs his cheeks and kicks his shoes off.
“I can’t do anything in this get-up!” He takes the underside of the dress in his hands and pulls hard, ripping the fabric of the dress there where he holds it and Kibum yelps. A beautiful dress ruined! Nevertheless he helps Taemin shortening the clothing around mid-thigh and with Taemin’s smooth and nicely shaped legs, Kibum has to admit, the boy is sexy. And secretly, the dress doesn’t look that bad either, this short.
They leave the shoes and the left over cloth lying in the hallways, because they both know they won’t be coming back here, for the good or for the bad. Kibum’s mouth falls open when they arrive at Minho’s chambers, because right next to the entrance, on the inside of the room, there’s a big gaping opening in the wall, or where should’ve been a wall, if it wasn’t for a secret doorway.
Taemin leads him into the room filled with a lot of beds shoved together and in the corners, one smaller door leading to a bathroom and another to a room with a few chairs and a table, where they ate, because Kibum doesn’t see any concubines here, so that must mean there aren’t any left in the castle. His eyes land on a toppled-over crib and his heart constricts a bit.
Slowly he begins looking around the room, seeing more baby toys and toys for a growing child as he goes. He finds Taemin leaning over an old pillar, looking at it with a fascination, Kibum didn’t know the boy could muster.
“Give me a hand here Kibum.” The boy speaks up and Kibum walks over curiously, wanting to know what Taemin wants from him.
“Help me push this back.” So Kibum grabs onto the object just like Taemin and pushes hard against it, and with their combined power the pillar slides back, at the same time the wall next to them slides open, startling Kibum.
“I knew it!” Taemin cheers.
“How did you know?” Kibum asks, because it awes him the boy is such a sharp-eyed person. It didn’t strike him earlier, not with the boy’s whining and childish behaviour.
“I saw hand prints in the dust layer, so I figured it would be like a switch. Then I saw those grooves in the floor. It was quite logical.” Taemin explains and now he has said it Kibum doesn’t find it weird anymore for the boy to notice those things, because he sees it too now.
“Do you know where it leads?” But Taemin shakes his head.
“I’ve never been here before, but it seems like the stairs are going down.” Taemin says while looking into the darkness. Kibum takes the first step, his hands at the walls to hold his balance, when two little hands grab him from behind. He yelps again and turns around to Taemin whose eyes are big and watery.
“I’m scared, Kibum.” And as Kibum looks back over his shoulder to the darkness awaiting them, he has to admit he’s scared too. He takes the younger one by the hand and pulls him into the hallway with him.
“Moi aussi, Taemin, but we’ll be alright.” He says, squeezing the hand he’s holding onto for reassurance and the hand squeezes back. Kibum smiles, even when the light from the room isn’t visible anymore and they get swallowed in the blackness, his heart screaming at him to leave there.
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A/N: Sorry for being back this late. It's another chapter, but I didn't bother to check the french and I didn't have a dictionary at hand XD So when you see something that doesn't make sense, please tell me :)
List of French words with translation:
- s'il te plait - please
- voulez-vous… - do you want…
- oui - yes
- je viendrai - I will come
- tu es magnifique - you are beautiful
- roi Minho - king Minho
- moi aussi - me too