➱School

@‡ Yuga [SH] Setting the cup down in a bit of a hurry he went back into the kitchen, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. Taking care of someone was so far outside of his normal that he felt crippled trying to manage it. Keeping somebody alive was easy, but taking care of them was a whole different matter. Taehyung never needed taking care of, he barely needed guarded even if he had a bad habit of being a ing bleeding heart. He was good with a gun and didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, good qualities for staying alive. Yuga, however, did not possess any of the qualities that Jaejoong was familiar with in other people. He was so far outside of Jaejoong's usual realm of interaction that Jaejoong was literally at a complete and utter loss as to what to do. Even cooking was fairly outside his scope of skills, and he was fumbling around trying to remember how he was supposed to make anything. He found ramen noodles, and he found cheese in the fridge. He almost shouted to Yuga to ask if he was lactose intolerance but remembered at the last second that words were bad. So he went back out to the living room. "Hey Yuga, can I get like one for yes, two for no. Are you lactose intolerant?"

@† Jaejoong [SH] Yuga didn't move or look up, but he wasn't deaf. He could hear Jaejoong's cursing and mumbling, the sound of water being poured out and glasses clinking. He sounded rushed and a little disoriented. The chaos from the kitchen was good, it distracted him and stopped him from sinking into reflecting on all that had happened today. He didn't want to remember. Yuga was completely blocking off what had happened in that room, but he was also incredibly embarrassed at being found by someone he ... sort of ... new in his compromised state. Not only had this man, this stranger, had to change him after he'd soiled himself, he'd also seen him completely unresponsive. It hadn't been the threats or the violence that had triggered it. Yuga was timid but he'd been put under pressure and beaten before. He'd stopped going into total shock after things like that years ago. No, it was the gun that had triggered it. Unlike Satsuki, Yuga knew what kind of business his family was in, mostly because he was exposed to it by his father in an attempt to 'toughen him up'. One particularly warped episode of 'parental guidance' involved a gun and several dead bodies. He didn't want to think about any of that, so instead he listened attentively to Jaejoong. He hadn't heard the glass being set down, but, assuming he'd just missed it, Yuga carefully reached for the surface of the table, patting it in search of the water. He was a bit sad the noodles had failed. He'd never tried cooking before. He'd never had to. Firstly because of the staff at home, secondly because he wasn't allowed to do anything that would highlight his, well, disabilities. If his parents had started teaching him how to function without the help of others from a young age, he would definitely be able to cook for himself. But they hadn't. And no, at 22, trying to figure out how to do the most basic things was devastatingly frustrating and humiliating.

@‡ Yeonjun /i have to fight with everything ive got not to gag when you jerk your hips, my eyes water immediately and as a little tear trickles down my cheek i glare death and daggers at you; ive pulled away from your and am now running my nail up the length of your instead/
/bites down savagely onto your inner thigh and only once im content with the amount of pain ive caused you do i smile softly to myself and press a chaste, affectionate kiss to your and wrap my lips just around thr veryvtip and , my fingers wrapped around the base and jerking you off as I , kiss and the tip; ive stopped touching myself now because... im not too confident in suppressing further moans, but the urge to feel more is strong and i end up pressing my clothed crotch against the floor in search of friction/

@‡ Meto /leans back on the chair, face burning hot in embarrassment. i forget easily about my surroundings though, distracted by your piercing dragging up my , being a completely new sensation. my neck dips back, eyes rolling to the ceiling for few moments, hips jolting from the pleasure of having your warm mouth around my member; i swallow any lewd noises fighting to slip out, my teeth abusing my lower lip, biting hard to keep myself quiet. my eyes return to focus on your pretty face and red lips./
/i feign coughing to cover your faint moans and leans forward, elbows on the desk, to try to keep you hidden as much as possible with my body. s my hips without warning, forcing my deeper into your mouth, as a way of expressing my disappointment in you failing to stay quiet./
/i take my pencil, pretending to take notes to not look anymore sus./

@‡ Yeonjun /startles when your knees hit the desk at the side of me, drawing back as I silently laugh at you, the amusement and excitement dripping from my dark eyes/
/with a smirk I dive back in for my 'treat' and drag my tongue up the side of your throbbing , I can feel your eyes on me and make sure you get to feel all of my tongue piercings fully/
/once I'm satisfied with the amount of saliva I've coated your member in I raise my gaze to you and wrap my still red lips - cause my lipstick is invincible - around your tip; lips taught around your girth I push down to take in your head and gently; my brow twitches, eyes narrowing slightly as I dig the nail of my free hand into my own ; the mix of pleasure and pain sends shivers through my body and I accidentally moan quietly; it's a soft sound but audible to those sitting very close if they're paying attention/

@‡ Meto /i can't take my eyes off you, watching intensely your every action; it's the first time you touch me like this and it's so arousing, it sets my body on fire, blood pumping into my member, growing harder with each passing second. my eyes darken, filling with lust; the visuals are killing me already, your pretty lips peppering kisses on my shaft. /
mmphh-! /has completely forgotten about the piercing and once it digs into my slit, my body reacts on his own, jumping slightly, knees hitting the top of the desk. it draws attention to me, some students in front turning their heard to throw me curious looks. my face flushes in embarrassment and my teeth sink hard into my bottom lip so i contain any obscene noises, threatening to spill. it felt so ing good. it makes me question if i can survive this./
ahh.../peeks down at you again, fully hard by now, twitching against your tongue.

@‡ Yeonjun /smirks up at you and shakes my head; I hook two fingers into the hemline and tug them down just enough for for your to come free/
/eyesmiles up at you and then rubs my face against your crotch once more, humming oh so faintly as I let it roll over my face; I'm enjoying myself, the feeling of your semi-hard member's weight on my face, the dark confines of under the desk and the little tap tap tap of people nearby typing notes... or, more likely, texting their friends/
/holds your by the base and presses little butterfly kisses up its shaft, my free hand dipping into the front of my sweatpants... and further into the front of my leather shorts/
/cheeks a little flushed, I stretch my tongue out and run the front ring piercing at the tip of my tongue over the slit of your , dipping it into it as far as it will go; kisses your head and then starts working butterfly kisses and tiny down the underside of your to the base/

@‡ Meto /glances to the people around us, checking if anyone heard or saw you moving under the desk but most are either focused on the lecture, sleeping or on mindlessly scrolling on their phone. inhales deeply, opening my legs more to give you enough room as i admire the sight of you between them, that alone . /
god...i love that. /whispers, loving when they nuzzle and act all cute despite their position; it causes my to throb, quick to sport a semi-. i bite down on my lip, enjoying the show of getting my pants undone with your mouth only. i swallow thickly in reaction do your doings, your tongue running along the outline of my clothed . i had given up long ago on the possibility of you me off so this really excites me, being in public only adding to how thrilling it is/ don't tease...

@‡ Yeonjun ---oh. /did not realise that/ too late......
/smirks; honestly not that confident in my oral skills but.../ I guess we'll see~ I'll take that as a challenge. /chuckles
/bites down a smile when you guide my hand to your crotch and gives it a squeeze/
Mkay~ /looks around and then slips under the desk, crawling to settle between your legs
/shivers because just the thought of this is exciting
/grins at you from under the desk, spreading your legs apart so that I can sit between them and nuzzles your clothed crotch affectionately with my face
/mouths and nips at the fabric; then starts undoing your pants with my mouth and immediately drags my tongue over your boxers(?) once they are revealed

@‡ Meto you're supposed to undress first not wear it over--- hope you survive, meto.
/laughs at your silliness; looks around us, taking note of the few students sitting not far from us, most of them looking to be, just as expected, dealing with hangovers and having came to the class just to sleep. sighs in relief, thinking that maybe we are going to be fine after all./
mm are you that confident in your skills that you think i will struggle staying quiet? ;) /asks with a smug smile before leaning back on my chair, guiding your hand on my thigh to my crotch./ go ahead. he's going to start the lecture right away. doubt he can even see us so far in the back.

@‡ Yeonjun /as soon as you drive off i start putting your clothes on over mine/ yeonjun I'm going to die of a heatstroke in this-- /complains and fans myself/
/grumbling, i get out of the car and follow you to the lecture hall, looking around very curiously at everything, kind of excited and not just because of what we're about to do/
/sits down next to you and grins, leans over to whisper/
you better be quiet then /chuckles darkly and gives your thigh a squeeze/
you want me down there now or should I wait a little? /unsure if the professor would notice me not being a student here/

@‡ Meto /takes you with me to my car and it's a short drive to my school, finding a parking spot took longer actually. i walk with rushed steps towards the academy, guiding us to my class; fortunately the teacher is not here and the lecture hall seems to be packed with people which fortunately makes it easier for us to blend in. the tough part is finding a good spot at the back which fortunately we do, sitting next to each other. i place my notebook on the long desk just as the teacher gets in and everyone sits down, getting quiet./
meto, i dont know how we wont get caught. why did so many come to this class wth. that's a first.

@‡ Yuga "Water, yes, okay, great. I can do that. I will be right back," Jaejoong promised, heading into the kitchen only to realize that something had been boiling on the stove this whole time. "Oh ." Hurrying over to it he turned the burner off, gingering fishing out a noodle with a fork and giving it a moment to cool before he bit into it. It was absolute mush. "Alright, plan B on that." He set the pot aside, he would figure that out after he got Yuga a drink. Opening every cupboard he finally found cups. After some thinking he took down one that had a lid, filling it with some ice and water before he brought it out to the living room. "I brought water. This cup is one of those insulated things with the lids, that way if you knock into it you don't have to worry about it spilling or anything. I figured that might help because you seem freaked out enough, I don't want you worry about making a mess or whatever. Not that you should worry about it, I'm not the one who will be cleaning this place after we leave. Anyway, I ed up the noodles, so I'm going to see what else is in the kitchen."

@† Jaejoong [SH] Yuga might have laughed in another situation. The meathead was a little cute. Alas, at the moment, he was busy trying not to panic more. Frankly, Jaejoong was doing quite well. Yuga hadn't said a word or expressed anything except tears for quite some time now and yet the man was attempting to communicate. Yuga never spoke to strangers. Well, 99.99% of the time he did not speak to strangers. He barely even spoke to his parents, or Taehyung for that matter. The only person he could talk to when they were in private was Satsuki. He upset him and they fought and often didn't get along, but he still felt most comfortable around him. They'd grown up together, after all. Anyways- Come on, Yuga. You've got this. Cheeks flushed in embarrassment he eventually, finally, managed to hold up one finger. Water. This was going to be a very long and taxing stay at the safe house, for the both of them.

@‡ Yuga "Right, okay... words, we don't like words. That's fair, I don't like them either." Jaejoong was partially rambling as his mind raced to try to come up with solutions. He wasn't built for this, he wasn't smart enough for this. He had half a mind to call Taehyung and rip him a new one for not picking someone better qualified. Then again if he tried that he'd find himself without a job, and this one paid really well. He liked his job, and he liked his boss, and that didn't happen often in the line of work he was experienced in. "Here, let's try this. I'll give you three options, all you have to do is hold up one finger, two, or three. That way you don't have to worry about words. But what if you don't like my options? Ah ... you know what, we will cross that bridge when we get to it. So how about water, sode, or juice?" He offered, since he knew he'd seen all of those options in the fridge when the kid had been looking for whatever it was he'd been looking for.

@† Jaejoong [SH] Oh. Maybe he really was trying. Yuga glanced at him briefly as he explained the layout of the place and after a while gave a small nod. He had missed his timing so he'd nodded after Jaejoong had offered him a drink but... oh well. Time to panic. Now he had to say what he wanted. Out loud. What did he want? What even was there? What if he said something they didn't have? What if he couldn't say anything at all? Yuga's heart started to race. He felt like there was a bomb inside him with a timer that was about to reach 00:00. So. much. pressure. He'd go for something safe, like tap water. He knew they had tap water. Okay. Let's do this. Part your lips and make a sound. One... two... three... silence. He breathed in and out shakily. He was frozen trying to conquer the mountain that was saying 'tap water' out loud. How had he managed to say anything earlier?

@‡ Yuga "I'll take your not immediately running away from me as a good sign," Jaejoong decided, because honestly he had no idea how else to take it. People were not his strong suite, and traumatized people even less so. "I don't know how good your memory is but we're in the living room now. Two feet in front of you is the back of the couch. Right in front of that is a stand that has the TV remote on it. About six feet the right is the hallway that will lead you to the bathroom. I'll see what I can do about dinner, probably ruin whatever you started, and end up ordering us something. In the mean time you can do whatever it is you do. I don't know, I don't know what the I'm doing. Um... do you want something to drink or anything? I probably should have asked that first, huh?"

@† Jaejoong [SH] Yuga didn't even know Jaejoong was in the same room and visibly flinched when his voice sounded from so close. He hurriedly tried to up all the tears. Jaejoong's hand on his shoulder, he felt him trying to push him in a certain direction and, after initial resistance, he gave in and walked into the other room. Yuga listened. He wiped at his eyes again, forcing down a sniffle and then lowered his hands. He wasn't sure what to feel. Surprise? Yes. He hadn't expected him to say anything like that. An image of the other started forming in his head. A meathead, probably, who stood around glaring at people and deriving satisfaction when they got scared and left. Someone who had no idea how to talk to people without looking down at them or getting in a fight. Probably had never read a book in his life. Yuga laughed in his mind. Okay, that was a bit mean. That's not what he sounded like. He sounded ignorant but... attempting to be reasonable. Well. Fine. Yuga wasn't sure how to give him a chance, but he'd... try to not feel so offended by his existence. None of his new resolve was translated to the outside, so Jaejoong was going to have to learn how to read minds or something. In the meantime, the noodles happily bubbled away in the kitchen. Yuga let out a final muffled sniffle.

@‡ Yuga Jaejoong let Yuga stumble around the kitchen, not interfering until he finally started crying again. "Listen," he said, walking over to him. "I'm going to put my hand on your shoulder," he warned him before he did, gently trying to steer Yuga back over towards the living room instead. "I appreciate you wanting to help, and I'm sorry that you're stuck with me. I'm not a people person, I don't know how to... do any of this. I'm usually security because I know how to piss people off and hit them. I don't know how to take care of someone. I'm probably the last person Taehyung should have put with you, and I am sorry for that because I know I'm not making this easier on you. I will try, okay? Can you at least give me that chance? It going to take me some time to figure out how to be around you, and I'm gonna up and upset you because I'm ing stupid and I know that. If you can try to be patient with me I promise I'll try not to be an ."

@† Jaejoong [SH] "Hey!!", Satsuki immediately protested upon his phone being grabbed. "Why would my life be in danger...? I'm just going home." He shook his head, not understanding why the man was acting like he was putting himself in danger.

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Yuga was uncomfortable the entire way there. He didn't say anything, he didn't look at anything and whenever he could he kept a safe distance from Jaejoong. Despite being "saved" by him, Yuga didn't trust him. Why? Because he knew he was just a chore and an assignment to the person. He also didn't like him. He wanted to see Taehyung. Sniff. Yuga hesitantly inched his way from the entrance into the safe. When Jaejoong offered to cook, Yuga slowly made his way into what looked like the kitchen instead of responding. He started rummaging around, the process slow as he tried to figure out what kind of food was stocked. He found something that felt like noodles and then managed to bring a pot of water of what seemed to be a stove. Yuga was out to prove that he didn't need help and wasn't as pathetic that Jaejoong no doubt thought he was. He got the right spot on the stove to light up, and then went to rummage through the fridge but he couldn't find anything to make a sauce with - or he found it but didn't recognise it - and.... ended up crying again. Yuga wasn't used to cooking, he didn't go grocery shopping either so he had no practice recognising different foods by their blurry shapes.

@‡ Yuga "Fine, but give me this," Jaejoong snatched the phone out of Satsuki's hand, adding in his number and saving it under the speed dial 2 option. "If anything happens and you think your life is in danger, call me. Seriously, don't hesitate." He insisted, though he doubted that the brat would listen to him. "Alright Yuga, let's get you out of here and someplace safe."

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"Are you hungry?" He finally asked once they arrived at the safe house and were more or less settled in. Jaejoong really had no idea what he was supposed to do, how he was supposed to interact with this kid. He looked like he would shake apart if Jaejoong so much as clapped his hands too loudly. Taehyung might have been good at dealing with people like this, but Jaejoong was decidedly well out of practice. "I can cook, sorta. I can make something I'm sure."

@† Jaejoong [SH] Yuga appreciated the warning and in exchange, turned around to face him. Well, face him except he was staring down at the floor. He sniffled and wiped his eyes with his arm again. Behind Jaejoong, Satsuki spoke up. He had his phone in hand. "No need. I'm going to go home, so you only need to put him somewhere." Satsuki had to figure out what Jaejoong meant or he'd go crazy. Yuga could not go home. There would be too many questions.
-wanna do a timeskip to the safe house?-

@‡ Satsuki Jaejoong stared at the door for a moment in stunned silence. "Did he just run away from me?" He asked no one in particular. Sighing heavily he grumbled to himself about demanding a raise before he followed after Yuga. "Listen kid, I'm about to put my hands on your shoulders." He warned him a second before he did just that, coaxing him to turn back around. "You aren't going to get anywhere but hurt trying to walk out on your own. I know your brother can be a , clearly you two have some issues that I'm not paid enough to get in to. I get it, okay? But lets get you two out of here safely. I'll put you in two separate safe houses if you prefer? Just tell me what you'd like."

@† Jaejoong Was Satsuki the only one really confused about this? Why was this basically random guy telling him this? And how did he sound so sure? Worst of all, Satsuki had a sinking feeling that he was right. And Yuga-- it was like he wasn't even listening! Like this didn't even concern him at all! Satsuki wrapped an arm around his waist and bit off a piece of his thumb nail that was suddenly bothering him.

Yuga flinched when Jaejoong suddenly put his hand on his shoulder. He didn't believe him. Handling this better than he'd expected? Sure. He was just a burden. Yuga sniffled and kept his face hidden behind his arms. There was silence for a while and then he spoke. " ⁱ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ... *sniff* ᵗᵉˡˡ " That's what Jaejoong was concerned about, right? Well, he didn't have to worry. Yuga walked to the door, opened it and walked out. He wasn't sure where he was going, he could see even less than usual, one arm hiding his face while he felt for the wall with his other arm.

@‡ Yuga "... you seriously don't know do you kid?" He asked, shaking his head slowly. His heart went out to the kids, their whole world was gonna come crash down sooner than later. He wasn't sure either of them were really prepared for it, but it wasn't his place to tell them either. Watching Yuga stand he took that as his cue to stand up too, resting his hand lightly on Yuga's shoulder. "Hey, listen... I'm kind of at taking care of people. Weirdly enough my sociopath mafia boss is a lot better at taking care of people than I am. I don't know how to help you feel better, but you are handling this a hell of a lot better than I expected. So why don't we get you out of here? Someplace safe, we'll see about getting you that dog?" He offered, hoping to bridge a little bit of the gap between him and the quite kid. He was trying, he was just really at it. "If you really want to know the truth Satsuki, ask Taehyung, but... I doubt you'll believe him even if he told you. Just seriously... consider moving the hell out and putting as much distance between yourselves and your parents as you can."

@† Jaejoong The tears had siezed and wven though he didn't budge an inch from where he sat, he was listening very closely to everything Jaejoong said. He wanted a dog. He wanted to dump Satsuki at a dumpster. He wanted to move out. Most of all, he wanted this humiliating experience to be over. Was he really overreacting that much? Tissues lowered he let out a shaky sob, chest heaving and wiped his swollen eyes with his sleeve. Fine then. If he was overreacting then he'd stop. He tried to speak. He couldn't. Before he could spiral into depression he pushed himself off the bed and stood up. Stop crying. Just walk to the door. No. No. No. Stop crying already!! There's nothing to cry about. You brought this on yourself. Yuga did not walk to the door. He stood next to the bed, feet planted to the floor, arms over his face as he tried desperately to force the tears down. You're so stupid, Yuga.

@† Jaejoong "Right... anything for Yuga.", Satsu muttered under his breath, not loud enough for Jaejoong to hear. -- "Wait what? Why? What'll happen??" Now Satsuki looked genuinely concerned. He did not know they did human trafficking, but he knew whatever it was, he was supposed to take it over. And unlike Yuga, he didn't totally hate his father. All the care and attention Yuga received outside the home, Satsu received at home. He enjoyed the praise and recognition from his father. He didn't want it all to fall apart.

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@‡ Satsuki "So he doesn't have to take it home. Taehyung can arrange for it get ing chauffeured around the city if you asked him to. Hell, he'd probably make me do it since I'm supposed to be watching the kid. Whatever, I guess it wouldn't be so bad. I was thinking about a dog anyway..." Realizing he was getting off track he shook his head, looking back at Yuga again. "You'd have it any time you were at the club, or if you wanted to while you were at school. I can pick it up before you go home. Or you know... just move out? That's also a thought. Might not be a bad thing to consider for you both. You gotta know what kind of business your family is in, and I don't think they'll be in operation too much longer. Getting out now would save you a lot of stress and trouble."

@† Jaejoong Satsu folded his arms and watched the other take a seat on the bed. Only now did he look at Yuga again and silently wonder if he'd gone a bit too far. He didn't know exactly what had happened, but it sounded like he'd been kidnapped and obviously beaten... The oh so familiar nagging guilt was back. It always followed his subtle, vindicative digs at his twin. He shook his head. No. Yuga was lucky to have him and he was fine. Nothing broken, no ual assault. It was fine. He just had to man up a bit and stop crying at everything. Ah. More guilt. He pushed it down. "What?! Why am I being dumped--?!" Satsuki didn't get the joke. Yuga, however, was seriously considering taking up that offer.

Since Yuga wasn't reacting at all, Satsu stepped in. "He won't be able to keep it."

@‡ Satsuki "Damn, I'll take my family issues over yours any day..." Jaejoong shook his head with a low whistle, making a decision on where to go and he walked over to sit down on the bed again. He still wasn't totally sure what to do about Yuga, he wasn't exactly good with delicate and he knew that Taehyung should probably hear about what happened, but he didn't want to say anything until the kid was a little more stable. "Is it okay if I take you somewhere safe? Just until you're feeling better? Satsuki can come if you want him to, or I we can drop him off on a street corner. I know a place he'd make some good money..." he offered, though he was only teasing, he didn't expect either twin to find it very funny though. "One of Taehyung's safe houses isn't far from here, has a nice pool and everything. You'll be safe there. You know I could probably talk to Taehyung about getting you a dog if you wanted one. Like one of those poodle doodle things that are really popular service animals."