Entry tags:

!fic, character: changmin, character: sunday, character: yunho, fandom: csjh, fandom: dbsk, rating: explicit content, series: hooker!verse

Family
For out_of_words24's birthday, I decided to write a hooker!fic which combines the following attributes:

• theft of her hooker!verse characters
• subversion of her hooker!verse plotline
• failure to be finished on her birthday, or even the day after

Um...happy birthday? ilu.

Also, this was beta'd by the fabulous ouimonsieur, who I smile at with various parts of me and for whom I leave intentional grammatical errors in this sentence.

Family
pairings: Changmin/Sunday, Yunho/Changmin

She is his Japanese teacher—fifth period, right before lunch, he thinks faintly—and he is used to seeing her wearing horn-rimmed glasses and sensible shoes, writing neat lines of kana across the board and saying, "Repeat after me." He is at a momentary loss, then, when he runs into her here, like this.

Or rather, when she runs into him—he is sliding out the back entrance of the club after a disjointed visit with Jaejoong (on busy nights, Eeteuk only allows them five-minute blocks in between customers) when she barrels straight into his chest and clings to him, whispering, "Help. Help," frantically into his neck. She is wearing the uniform of one of the nearby hostess bars—bra, garter belt and fishnets, high stiletto heels—her hair is down and her face is heavily made up; she looks like a pin-up girl, and he is almost certain that he has made a mistake and she isn't really his teacher, just someone who looks a lot like her. Then she finally looks at his face and her eyes widen and she says, "Changmin!"

"Jin-sensei. Konbanwa," he returns dumbly, bowing slightly out of habit.

He can see the conflict play across her face for a split second, and then she is grabbing his arm and looking him in the eye and saying, "Can you hide me?" and before he knows what he is doing he pulls her back inside the club with him. They steal down the dimly-lit hallway, Changmin leading her by the hand and trying door handles until he finds one that is unlocked. He opens the door and ushers her in, locking the door behind them.

She pulls out a chair and sits down at a table—Yunho fucked you on that table once, his mind offers helpfully—and Changmin notices her shaking and her red eyes and the trail of black running down her cheeks, remnants of tears and eye makeup. He walks to the minibar and pours her a shot of whiskey. When he sets it on the table in front of her, she looks up at him uncomprehending, then back down at the shot, and then drinks it in one pull. He pours her another, and another; she throws throws them back in quick succession and then laughs, loudly. It is a jarring sound and he jumps.

"They wait for you sometimes, wait until you get off of work; it happens, you know? They want to wolf whistle and grab their cocks and tell you how they'd fuck you, and I can deal with that." She smiles a little, bitterly, looks down at the shot glass she's twisting on the tabletop. "But this one, he just followed me for a while, and then he started saying things. Things about me. He knew my real name, my phone number, my address. He probably knows where I work. Oh God, what if he tells the school?" She starts to cry and Changmin, not knowing what else to do, pats her back awkwardly. She begins to laugh again through her sobs. "Oh God, this must be as fucked up for you as it is for me. I'm sorry, Changmin."

"It's ok," he says hurriedly. "Do you...do you need somewhere to stay tonight?"

"I can't go home, not tonight," she says, wiping her eyes with her hands. "I—where are we?" she asks suddenly.

"It's a club. I...have some friends here. But we can't stay the night." He purses his lips, then blurts out, "You can stay at my place, if you want." He surprises himself with the suggestion.

She laughs again. "What would your parents think?"

"I don't—I live alone." He feels embarrassed, gets up suddenly and walks to the minibar to put the whiskey away.

"Oh. Ok, then, if you don't mind."

So he sneaks her out the back entrance and takes her home with him. They don't talk during the long subway ride to his apartment, just sit across from each other in the deserted passenger car, eyes running over each other without meeting. In the harsh light she looks older, tired, and her outfit seems obscenely gaudy. Changmin realizes after a while that his eyes keep running over her thighs under the garter belt, her cleavage, the line of her hip. Her body has no pretenses here; it is raw and exposed. When he begins to get hard he forces himself to look out the window instead.

In his apartment, he wordlessly shows her the shower in the bathroom attached to his bedroom and begins making up the couch for his bed. He has just finished when she walks out of his room wearing grey sweatpants that pool around her feet and a white t-shirt the goes down nearly to her knees. She is lost in the baggy clothes and Changmin feels the sudden urge to run his hands over her body, retrace her figure through the fabric.

"I hope you don't mind; I needed something to sleep in, so i just thought..." She trails off.

"No, it's fine," Changmin gets out through a dry throat. "Do you need anything else?" She shakes her head. "Ok. You can have my bed; I'll sleep on the couch."

She smiles faintly, warmly. "Thanks. Well, good night." And she retreats back into his room and closes the door behind her.

Changmin settles himself on the couch and conjures images behind closed eyelids as he jerks off—Yunho's hands, Jaejoong's tongue, his teacher wearing his clothes and sleeping in the next room.

***

The next morning, he wakes up to find a freshly-brewed pot of coffee and a note that reads in small, neat letters:

Changmin, thank you. Please see me after class today. Jin Bora

Changmin daydreams through science and history and Korean, feels on edge all through Japanese class. When it finally ends, he fiddles with his books and pretends to pack up his bag until everyone else is out of the room. After all his classmates have left, he walks over to the door, closes it and looks up expectantly at Bora (he has started calling her by her given name in his head).

"Come here, please," she says, voice low, and Changmin has sudden flashes of her bending him over her desk and spanking him, of her pulling on his tie and raking her nails down the blackboard as he fucks her against it. He shakes his head slightly, banishes the images, and walks to the front of the classroom.

"I just wanted to thank you again for last night, and," she hesitates, hands fidgeting, playing with the nail of her right pinky finger. "And I want to explain why I'm working at the club."

"You don't have to do that," Changmin says hurriedly, but she shakes her head.

"I know, but I want to. Here, sit down." She gestures at a desk in the front row of seats and sits down in the desk next to it. She takes a deep breath once Changmin has sat down, then starts. "I have a brother, and he has a gambling problem. He's in debt, a lot of debt, with people who..." She shakes her head, grimaces, continues in a strained voice. "He's in trouble. I'm trying to help him. I just don't want you to think that...that I'm doing this for fun, or out of boredom or something; it's not like that."

"It's never like that," Changmin says softly before realizing it. He sees a spark of recognition in her eyes.

"That club from last night...you used to work there, didn't you?" The words are halting, hesitant, but not because they are unsure.

He doesn't ask her how she knows—we know our own, he thinks—instead, he turns his head to look out the window. He is surprised to feel her warm, small hand cover his and squeeze, once.

"You're a surprising man, Shim Changmin," she says. His heart skips a beat when she calls him a man; he squeezes her hand back.

***

That night, Changmin thinks of her as he lies in bed and watches Yunho, naked by the window, blowing puffs of smoke out into the night air. Yunho only smokes after he fucks Changmin, and Changmin has never figured out why, but he keeps a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in the top drawer of his night stand because he likes to watch Yunho silhouetted in the moonlight, likes to watch the smoke drift up towards the stars.

"Have you ever fucked a girl?" Changmin asks.

Yunho laughs, flicks the cigarette out the window and slips back into bed. "What do you think?" he breathes into Changmin's neck as his hands slide over Changmin's waist.

"What was it like?"

"It was...I don't know, it was fucking. What's this all about?"

Changmin doesn't answer; he closes his eyes and arches as Yunho's hands run over his body, Yunho's mouth explores his neck. After a while he says, "You have to get married soon, don't you?" Yunho freezes and Changmin swallows; he has never asked this kind of question of Yunho before.

"Yeah. Why?"

So Changmin tells Yunho his plan.

***

Bora jumps when the doorbell rings, is prepared to pretend she is not home when she sees the tall man standing on the other side of the peep hole, but then she hears, "Excuse me, Jin Bora-sshi? I'm a friend of Changmin's; are you home?"

When she opens the door the man smiles a brilliant white smile and hands her a bouquet of flowers. "Jin-sshi, my name is Jung Yunho and I have a proposition for you."

***

Bora accepts the proposition, and when Yunho leaves she calls her brother. He doesn't pick up. At the beep, she leaves her message.

"Jongwoon-oppa, this is Bora. I'll have the money to pay down your debt by the end of the week. I'm going to deposit it into your account; what you do with it from there is up to you. I hope you do the right things, oppa, I hope you get your life straightened out and you can be happy, but I'm done. When I've deposited the money, I never want to hear from you again."

After, she snaps her cell phone closed, grabs her purse and walks out into the night.

***

Changmin thinks he should be surprised to see her again as he slips out the back of the club, but he isn't. She smiles when she sees him, broadly, with her eyes.

"I just quit my job at the bar," she says.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you," she whispers fiercely, and grabs the collar of his shirt, pushes him up against the brick wall and kisses him hard, until he is reeling and out of breath. "Thank you," she whispers again, and lets go, and he opens his mouth to say something but no words come out.

She laughs. "Relax, Changmin," she says, trailing her finger down his chest. "I'm your boyfriend's fiancée—we're practically family now." Then she is walking away, down the alley. He hears her voice again as she's about to round the corner. "Just remember, in school I'm still your teacher."

Changmin smiles. "Hai, sensei," he says to himself, then starts on his own way home.