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Even more JunChul	By : YeWook Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Crossovers Views: 808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: robot like Non of this is real, and these aren't my people to control at will... I just pretend

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Title: Folded Clothes
Author: Redeim
Pairing: JunChul; because I’m addicted to it and my best friend realized she hates HeeChul cause he’s a rude jerk. T_T (Which he is mind you, but I love him anyway)
Rating: It’s a little etchy, so I’ll say it’s around… Low R?
Warnings: somewhat high HeeChul… O.o Not literally high… just… >> weird. But I think that is more so a fact than a warning…
Word Count: about 1568 for the fanfic; 1640 total

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I wait for him to call me. It’s early yet, not even 8 am, but I know that sometime today, I will get a call from him. He’ll ask me to come over, and no matter how tired I am, or how much I want to say no, I’ll say yes. I’ll go to his house, I’ll smile flirtatiously at him, and he’ll smile back. Maybe we’ll talk for a little bit, or play a computer game together, but he’ll be kissing me. He’ll finally get my emotions and hormones to go his way so I can’t refuse anymore and before I know what’s happened, we’ll be in bed, with him on top of me, and then he’ll whisper to me with his low, seductive voice and I’m stuck with him again. I’ll call it making love. He’ll call it playing with his pet.
How do I know this will happen? Because that’s how it’s always been. Since I told him. Back when we were starting to get more familiar with each other. Because we had another episode of Xman together. It was going to be payback, and we’d insult each other mercilessly, unlike last time, when the worst he could throw at me was saying my name in different accents. This incident of “getting to know each other” happened almost six months ago. Four months ago, I told him I had feelings for him. Three months and three weeks ago, I became his pet. Not even just him, I became Shinhwa’s pet.
A couple weeks ago, LeeTeuk noticed I was tired. He had given me a worried look, and I had straightened up, given him a smile, and then patted him on the back as I searched for food in the refrigerator.
“When will you open your eyes and just tell him no?” LeeTeuk had asked. I frowned as I realized that the shadow in the trees each night must have been a spy, to see where I went.
“When you understand what’s going on.” I replied snarkily.
LeeTeuk frowned. “I understand your hurting yourself and possibly your career.” He retorted, equally as malicious.
“He knows when to leave me alone.” I said, sizing him up. The only person older than me was probably the only member I could size up properly in this band.
“That doesn’t stop you from being in pain.” He repeated, he started to size me up too. I held up pain medicine, “that’s why I use this and go to sleep.” I told him sarcastically. I actually just had a headache.

I’m snapped back to reality as I notice LeeTeuk frowning at me from my bedroom door. “What’d I do now?” I asked him while checking my phone for any messages. Yunho was suppose to call me today, too. Claimed it was his “day off” or something. Yeah right, like DBSK really gets those…
“Are you going to come with us to Sukira today?”
“Nah, I don’t have any new dances perfected.” With a sigh, LeeTeuk left it at that, knowing that now I would just sit around and do nothing until either my manager called me to do something or I was summoned by him. Or Yunho called, I half-hoped he’d be the first to call, but last I checked, they had a concert in Japan, then they had to go to China for a photo shoot before coming back to Korea for a fan signing and then heading off to an interview in Thailand. I really doubted I’d get to hang out with him.

My phone rang around 11:30 that morning.... I had been drifting in and out of sleep. Upon hearing no one, I figured I was probably the only one here. I picked up my phone and saw the incriminating number on my phone.
“hi JunJin.” I reply monotonally.
“You busy?” Are his first words. I can tell he’s still waking up, and I wonder if there’s a time of day when he isn’t horny.
“Not today…” Is my response, then I add, “You want me over there, right?” I know he probably just nodded his head yes, too sleepy still to realize I can’t see it.
“When you can… don’t rush.” He lies. He want me there now, I know it.
“I’ll be there soon, I still need to get dressed.” JunJin mutters something and I tell him goodbye and that I’ll see him soon and I know he probably is going to his kitchen to get coffee.
I wonder what he’d do if I just showed up in robe, since it’d be no use getting dressed if I wasn’t going to be clothed for long anyway and I actually have to shove the thought away. Besides, if the press found out, I’d lose him; and my job.
I get into loose pants and a button down shirt, only buttoning a couple of buttons. I leave a note for YeSung on the table telling him “I’m borrowing your car.” I finish, then put my name. If I used my car too much, the press would get suspicious. I tuck my hair up into a cap. I hate baseball caps. The most I’ve done with a baseball cap is model with one. (I was told that photo shoot was actually a success… Considering the amount of times I’ve seen it rotated among different websites, I’d have to agree.) I’m actually borrowing YeSung’s cap, so I add that to the note as well. I really don’t think he’ll care. As I leave, I notice the YehWook molesting each other on the couch, some movie long forgotten and half their clothes sprawled about on the floor. It looks like two people, lover‘s intertwined, just like on the couch. With a shrug, I leave the house quietly and hope that JunJin and I have traumatized one of the Shinhwa hyungs like the YehWook just did to me. It would make me feel better.
I pull into the driveway of the building that Shinhwa lived. Even though it was close, only about a ten minute drive, I never dared walk there. Too risky, too many people that always recognized “Kim HeeChul” before anyone else in Super Junior. With a small sigh, and the realization that I was at the door already, I turned the handle. For some reason, it was never locked, even when everyone was sleeping. Coming inside the Shinhwa home, I just quietly went up to JunJin’s room, leaving the seemingly dead bodies of Andy and Eric to lay on the couch, lest they be secretly looking for a playmate and just feigning sleeping.
“I’m here.” I coo to JunJin who, in waiting for me, is nearly asleep again. I grin at him and sit down on the bed. I hear a movement behind me and I know JunJin just wants to have fun right now, no talk please. He moves towards me and I feel his breath on my neck, and then his lips. I sink into his body and know I’ve once again been manipulated into bed with him. But we fit perfectly, and I move myself onto his lap and he moves his hands around my waist, kissing me from behind. He already has the buttons undone on my shirt and he slides the fabric off my body and it’s tossed on the ground. I resist the urge to stop myself by fussing over the shirt, which really doesn’t benefit the shirt much considering that in the end, it’d still be on the floor, and I’d still be seduced by the shirts’ floor-tosser. By the time I’m done debating with the shirt, I realize that JunJin is already farther than I thought and his hands wrap around my shaft. I let out a gasp and crane my neck to let him kiss me more.
I open my eyes and the shirt glares back at me, the next second, my pants are on the floor glaring at me as well. I ignore them as I get turned over by JunJin and he starts kissing my chest. He goes lower and lower until he right at the base. He’s going to drive me crazy and I grab on to his hair as he licks my tip.

After everything is done with, JunJin rolls over and attempts to go back to sleep. I look at the clock, not even half surprised it’s after seven pm. It’s gone on longer before, and it would always be the same, he’d start small, kisses and small massages on my shoulders and back, then he’d move up the scale, kissing me more passionately, no, more hungrily, there is no passion, moving down my chest and to my thighs, until finally he starts to lick and suck… and I know that no matter what, I won’t stop him. The final step is usually what’s most painful after two or three times in less than five hours. Then when he’s all done… I’m not. I stare at my clothes and I swear now they have eyes.
The clothes remind me of LeeTeuk, when he asked why I put myself through loving JunJin. They’re glaring at me, the folds making it seem like they have eyes and a large frown and I can’t help but laugh at the irony that JunJin’s clothes, also on the floor, seem to be smiling at me deviously, as if they’ve won the grand prize but they cheated and I know it.
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