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Title: Nowhere is SafePairing: JaeMin / MinJae
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Suspense, Romance, Army!fic
Summary: Invisible up close, able to kill from a long way away… when an elite sniper operates in your neighbourhood nowhere is safe. To Major Kim Jaejoong, being a sniper is more than a job. It's a mindset he needs when the people around him fall prey to a shooter with a high-powered rifle and his new partner, Captain Shim Changmin from Army Intelligence, turns out to be as much a distraction as he is a help. Undeniably both smart and gorgeous, the man has issues. And an attitude. And he's about as subtle as mortar fire in showing his dislike of Jaejoong.
Thrown together by the crisis, both Jaejoong and Changmin struggle to reconcile mutual dislike and mutual attraction. But when events escalate and the stakes get higher, they must put their attraction and differences aside and work together.
Under Attack || Return to Base || Pissed and Pissed Off || Do Over || Attempts at Apologies || Discoveries || Close to Home || Backfoot || Traps || Confession ||
Plans and Pleasure
"It's open!" Jaejoong called in the direction of the door in answer to a hesitant knock. They'd separated at the front of the building for showers and a change of clothes and Changmin had looked anywhere but at Jaejoong. Not even when Jae told him to come to his quarters once he'd changed. He'd simply nodded and turned away.The trek back from Colonel Seong's office had been made in silence and Min's frown had been fierce enough to stop any words Jae might have wanted to say. He couldn't quite fathom what bothered the younger man — thoughts of Ran Joon, worries that the colonel had been to lenient or resentment that Jae had heard Changmin's confession were all possible options — but since none of these were topics he was comfortably discussing out in the open, Jaejoong had been happy to wait.
"You cook?" Changmin stood in the entryway to Jaejoong's kitchen, scowl still firmly in place, but sniffing carefully at the fragrant steam spiralling up from the pot on the stove.
"When I have time," Jae replied easily. "Sit." He indicated the breakfast bar and slid a beer towards Min's place. "I thought we both could do with something soothing while we make plans." He fully expected Changmin to argue, decline the offer of food… anything but what he actually did: sit down and drain the beer almost in one long swallow. Jaejoong blinked at the display, slid another dewy bottle towards Min and returned to chopping green onions for the simmering soup.
Major Kim Jaejoong was a sniper of the elite solo patrol. He was someone who spent weeks without seeing or speaking to another person. He could lie in wait for days until he had the perfect shot. He had more patience in his little finger than Changmin could acquire if he lived to be a thousand. He would outlast the stubborn younger man. There was no doubt about it.
It took over two hours.
By then, Jaejoong had served jjigae, chestnut rice and fried chicken. They'd eaten and demolished more of Jaejoong's beer store than was maybe truly wise. The heavy atmosphere between them lightened by degrees, finally lifting completely once they'd washed the dishes and tidied the kitchen.
"Why did you lie for me?" Changmin wanted to know and Jae didn't have to be a genius to hear the anger and confusion in his voice. "Why are you covering my six for something that's entirely my fault?"
"The way you lied for your brother? The way you covered for something that's entirely his fault?"
"He's my brother," Changmin grated as if that explained everything.
And maybe it did. The colonel seemed to think so and Jaejoong trusted Colonel Seong. So he had no compunction to make use of the man's argument. "In a way, you're just as much a brother to me as Ran Joon is to you. None of us are bound by blood ties. He's your brother because he conducted himself as such."
"And I'm your brother because I didn't?"
"Don't be an idiot. You're my brother because I value loyalty when I see it. Even if it's directed at someone who, in my opinion, doesn't deserve it." Changmin's eyes were wide, his lush mouth pulled down at the corners in acute disbelief. "Smart as you are, this should be easy for you, Shim. None of what I know about Ran Joon puts a scratch on the history you share with him. You can't erase what you remember and replace it with facts that I consider true any more than I can. Given your experience with him, you trust him. Given mine, I don't. That has nothing to do with how we regard each other or work together."
This time, Changmin couldn't hold back a rude noise and Jaejoong grinned sheepishly.
"Yeah, okay, that went a little too far. It shouldn't interfere with how we work together, but I know it has. For that, I apologise. And I want to start over."
"Why?"
"Because you're worth it, you stupid piece of—" Jaejoong forcefully turned the younger man around and shoved him into the direction of the sofa. "Go. Before I say something I shouldn't. I'll bring tea."
"And I didn't lie for you," he said a few minutes later as he set out cups and a teapot on the low table. "You were starting to outline a plan to catch Ran Joon. You said he would need to be baited in a way he didn't expect and be led into a trap. No?"
"I didn't think you'd listened to a word I'd said," Changmin muttered, ears suspiciously red.
"Now who's making assumptions and jumping to conclusions? Whether it's Ran Joon or not, I want to stop the attacks on the base as much as you do. So tell me what you were thinking of. I'll tell you my ideas and we'll work out a plan we can take back to the colonel."
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"And how do we make sure he sees us leaving the base?" Changmin queried, voice hoarse. They'd argued the matter to death. The coffee table was covered in sketches and equipment lists with many of the items scratched out only to be added back and removed once more. But between Min's profile and strategies and Jaejoong's tactical genius they had devised a plan. A dangerous plan with many loops and contingencies, but a plan. A solid one. When he and Jaejoong laid their animosity aside and focussed on a common goal, they meshed almost without friction like cogs in a complicated set of gears. Even when their opinions differed.
"Let's think about that in the morning," Jaejoong yawned. "My brain's fried."
"Not surprising. It's almost one o'clock." Changmin stood and stretched.
"Stay here?" Jaejoong's voice was an intriguing mix of hesitant and sultry. "I'm sorry I overreacted when I saw the pendant earlier. I'm sorry I ruined the mood. There's no excuse for interrupting a kiss that good."
Jaejoong was right. It had been a damned good kiss. The fallout of his omission and Jaejoong's reaction hadn't done much to kill Changmin's motor. Neither had confessing the whole to Colonel Seong and having Jaejoong listening in. If he concentrated, he could remember Jaejoong's taste on his tongue, could feel defined muscles move under his fingertips. He'd been acutely aware of Jaejoong all evening. He grew painfully hard every time he caught a waft of Jaejoong's cologne, especially knowing it for something the man wore to remind himself that he was home.
Changmin wanted to be the one reminding Jaejoong that he was no longer camped out in the woods, watching every step he took and breath he drew. He wanted nothing more than get his hands on that sleek, pale-skinned body and explore each tattoo in great detail. He just couldn't understand how Jae could even want to stay in the same room with him after what he'd done.
His thoughts must have shown, since Jae dug himself out of the couch cushions and stepped very close to him.
"You had the courage to take responsibility for your actions. Without hours of internal debate, too. I find that sexy as hell. I should have just asked, rather than make assumptions and jump to conclusions based on those. Let me make it up to you?"
"If anyone has any making up to do it's me." Changmin could barely get the words out.
"That works out nicely then, no?"
Jaejoong slid flat palms up his chest and a shiver raced through Changmin at the touch. He couldn't take his eyes from the sniper's lush lips, transfixed by the tip of pink tongue snaking out to wet them. When the tongue tip disappeared, Changmin went after it. Two pairs of lips brushed, almost shyly, before Changmin sucked Jaejoong's lower lip between his and nibbled until a rough groan bubbled from Jaejoong's throat and his hands tightened convulsively on Changmin's collar.
"Don't fucking tease!"
"Why not?"
"Because I fucking hate it!"
"No, you don't." Suddenly sure of his path, Changmin swung them around. He pinned Jaejoong's back to the wall and shoved his thigh between Jae's legs. "You don't hate this at all. You're hard and too damn desperate, but hate what I'm doing? No way." He took Jaejoong's mouth then, hard and hungry and devouring. His hips rolled in a slow rhythm, driving the other man insane. Profiling skills had their uses. As much as spending hours imagining how desperate Jae had to feel, how starved for contact after nobody had touched him for a month.
Pinning the sniper to a wall and almost eating him alive had sounded like a great idea.
Seeing that he'd been right was even better.
And the small desperate sounds that bubbled their way out of Jaejoong's throat were the most amazing thing he'd ever heard.
He pulled back when the muscular body under his arched away from the wall in search of that final bit of friction.
"Bedroom. Now," he growled, giving Jaejoong just enough space to slide out from under Changmin's body.
The sniper didn't argue. He just grabbed a fistful of Changmin's shirt on the way past and pulled him along until they stood beside Jaejoong's immaculately made bed.
"Strip," Changmin ordered, stepping close to help. "I can't wait to see all this ink."
Jaejoong smirked and tilted his head up. "Just the ink?"
Changmin's hands became more demanding, ripping at fabric and tearing at Jaejoong's belt until the sniper stood like a pale statue in a puddle of dark fabric, annoying smirk still in place.
Changmin kissed it right off his face. He relished the play of taut muscles under his hands, waited for Jaejoong's breath to go ragged before he stepped back and shoved the other man onto the sheets. "On your back," he ordered and followed the sniper. "Hands over your head and keep them there."
The contrast of jungle BDUs against pale skin and dark ink was amazing. As was the man splayed out for their pleasure. Changmin stretched out over the sniper and lost himself in exploration, tasting pale skin and ink just as he'd imagined doing since the first time he'd caught a glimpse of the design through the filmy veil of a threadbare shirt.
Jaejoong wasn't quiet and Changmin used the sighs, ragged breaths and deep moans like a set of directions to Jae's pleasure. Small bites to Jae's ears almost reduced the man to begging, teeth on collarbones and a tongue on the hollow of Jae's throat made him arch off the bed, hips seeking friction. Bites and suction on his nipples brought Jae's voice to a pitch so low, it crawled through Changmin's body like black fire.
"Min, stop. Too close."
"Already? Well, you've reason." Changmin stopped his slow rocking and pressed their hips firmly together. "Fancy a bet? How many times, do you think, can I make you come before sunrise?" He didn't give the sniper a chance to reply. He simply leaned down and took the man's mouth, resuming his slow, steady rocking at the same time.
Jaejoong clung to the kiss. His fingers clenched on the metal bars of the headboard, the knuckles white. His breathing sped and under his palm Changmin could feel Jae's heart racing. Never letting go of the kiss, Changmin dragged blunt nails down Jaejoong's chest.
And that was all it took.
Changmin pulled back far enough that his eyes wouldn't cross and watched Jae pant out his release between them. He'd have to borrow a pair of Jae's BDUs to return to his quarters, but the thought barely had time to register before Jae opened lust-blackened eyes and Changmin let himself fall into the gaze, picking up right where he'd left off.
An hour before sunrise, Changmin conceded that Jaejoong was the most pleasurable challenge he'd ever set himself. Enough wasn't a word in Jae's dictionary, whatever sensual torture Changmin came up with. Jaejoong craved skin and relished touch and Changmin was happy to give him what he craved, fulfil every demand Jaejoong made of him.
And the sniper was damned demanding when it came to sharing pleasure.
Pressed into the rumpled sheets, glistening lips bitten red and eyes blown midnight dark with lust, the man writhing under him was glorious in his ecstasy. Changmin wanted nothing more than to join him, but his mind wouldn't let him. He was so unbelievably close, yet he hung on the edge of his release, unable to let go.
Until Jaejoong intervened.
Even blissed out after hours of sex and wracked by the force of his final release, the sniper read him like a book. He gripped Changmin's hips and slowed the frantic thrusts. Leaning up, his palms enveloped Changmin's ass and long fingers dove into the crack.
Changmin froze under a touch he'd never allowed anyone. No words would come, but his body knew better than his mind what he needed. A single fingertip breached him amid the long, slow thrusts that Jae pulled him into and just like that Changmin went flying.
Violent shudders ripped through him and he wasn't any quieter than Jaejoong had been. Wave after wave wracked his frame until he thought he'd never surface from the storm. But Jaejoong was with him for the ride. A long, deep kiss pulled him from the maelstrom, soft slow kisses helped him through the shallows and when he finally opened his eyes it was to a smile so bright it lit the room.
"We make a damned good team, don't you think?"
"I don't think. Not for a while," Changmin's breathing hitched and he didn't care. "I don't think I can move, either."
"You mean you aren't up for going again?" Jaejoong's pout could have brought a horde of attacking barbarians to a dead stop. "Kids these days…. no stamina…"Part 12: Reasonable Doubt
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Date: 2015-10-10 01:01 pm (UTC)yummy yummy yummy
*rolls around in MinJae Yummy* think we can bottle, market, and sell MinJae Yummy
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Date: 2015-10-10 03:04 pm (UTC)(and not that I'm naggin' or anything, but you left us on the edge of JaeChul... and I'm sorta salivating here...)
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Date: 2015-10-10 08:05 pm (UTC)but i don't
instead, I'm off to something else
I've been incredibly busy this week.
My mantra has been "is it Monday yet?" but today that has changed to "is it Tuesday yet?" So yeah.
JaeChun are pretty much on the edge and salivating too ;)
“Let me touch you,” Heechul said. It was a request, not actually a demand, so Jaejoong released the magic on his hands.
Yeah, salivating.
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Date: 2015-10-11 03:09 pm (UTC)I've got a crazy week coming up, plus the second lot of edits for Ghosts. And then, of course, Jaejoong has got to open his mouth and send my story completely off course...
I think I'll go and hide out with your boys for a while... <3
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Date: 2015-10-10 01:32 pm (UTC)I love Changmin taking control and Jae let him
The snarky comment of Jae for stamina cant wait to see Changmin prove him wrong!!
Finally JaeMin it was time \^o^/
Thanks for the update
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Date: 2015-10-10 03:05 pm (UTC)And yes, it really was time.
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Date: 2015-10-10 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-10 03:07 pm (UTC)I was thinking of wrapping it up in the next chapter, but the ideas start coming....
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Date: 2015-10-10 08:08 pm (UTC)"Major Kim Jaejoong was a sniper of the elite solo patrol. He was someone who spent weeks without seeing or speaking to another person. He could lie in wait for days until he had the perfect shot. He had more patience in his little finger than Changmin could acquire if he lived to be a thousand.
"It took over two hours.
"By then, Jaejoong had served jjigae, chestnut rice and fried chicken. They'd eaten and demolished more of Jaejoong's beer store than was maybe truly wise.
Loved these lines and the images they created for me.
Loved what Jae said here:
"Stay here?" Jaejoong's voice was an intriguing mix of hesitant and sultry. "I'm sorry I overreacted when I saw the pendant earlier. I'm sorry I ruined the mood. There's no excuse for interrupting a kiss that good."
What a great line!
I was surprised that Changmin took the more dominant role in the love-making. Not sure why. I loved the finish. Loved that Jae could tell what Changmin needed in order to let go.
The last line made me laugh out loud.
I'm not at all surprised that this is the story you're updating. After Jaejoong at the army festival, how could you not?! Thanks!
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Date: 2015-10-12 08:29 pm (UTC)The chance to put it all aside for a short time has to be tempting.
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Date: 2015-10-10 08:47 pm (UTC)And I'm so happy this time there wasn't interruption! So now all the tension disappeared, will it affect their team-work? They were good even with tension between them, how good they can get if they were in perfect synch?
Thank you for the lovely update!
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