Before you could move an inch back, Changmin quickly froze you by holding onto your wrists. He felt gentle but he did it with control. “Please don’t continue to push me away, ____… I don’t think my heart can take it whenever I see you ignoring me while I do my best to make you realize that I am sorry for my sins…” he painfully admitted.
“Umma, are you really going to go to Gwangju just for a job interview?” you worriedly looked at your mother as you read what the small sign printed in a bond paper in front of your door.
“Of course, my dear. If you’re going to transfer to another school, I should find myself a job so that I can pay for your school fees…” she cupped your cheeks caringly while giving you a sweet smile. She easily noticed how you looked uneasy with her plans. “It’s really fine, ____-ah. You told me that your full scholarship is already stressing and draining you because of the pressure you feel whenever you have exams… so I really have to work hard too, to give you the best education that you deserve, okay?” her smile looked genuine enough for you to be convinced.
“I guess I’m ready for another day…” you sighed brokenly as you closed your locker.
A new week arrived. It was the last day of classes. It’s been… just four days since you and Changmin last talked but it felt like months for you. You sighed as you stared at your project: it was a thick clear book full of the sophisticated pictures you took of different good-looking people who dressed like the prominent figures such as King Louis XVI, Marie Antoinette, Maximillian Robespierre, Anna Pompadour and others. They looked gorgeous, you thought.
“And I did these for just two days? Hah…” you weakly smiled. “I can be the most productive when there’s no Shim Changmin to bother me…” you giggled brokenly. When the morning bell rang, you decided to go to your classroom.
Just as Changmin opened his iced coffee freshly bought from the vending machine. He sipped some before turning to the direction from where the voice came from. “Oh, it’s you guys. What’s up?” he asked casually.
A heavy dance beat played early in the morning. It was about 5:00 am.
Changmin quickly woke up and rubbed his eyes while sitting upright. Upon seeing you sleeping soundly beside him with the shared blanket, he broke into a gentle smile. He slightly hovered on top of you when he leaned towards the side table to turn off his alarm. He got back to his position, staring lovingly at you while revealing your face from the hair that covered it. At that, he bent downwards and leaned towards your ear. “Wake up, darling… we have to get ready for school…” he whispered, still caressing your hair gently.
Changmin kissed you with intense passion again. You slowly responded to his kiss and decided to rest your arms around his neck, pulling his head closer. “That’s the way to go…” he commented. Changmin’s hands then slowly moved behind you and held onto the string of your top. He pulled one of them quickly, releasing your top on the couch. You suddenly gasped and covered your chest with your arms.
“Y-Yah…” you cut the kiss and looked at Changmin with pleading eyes. “Don’t be shy… I want to see them so badly…” Changmin narrowed his eyes, charming you. He gently held onto your wrist and took them off slowly from your exposed chest. You quickly closed your eyes and turned away, not wanting to see his reaction.
“Aish… he’s taking too long… just where is he? It’s already 7:00 pm so there shouldn’t be a long line or something. Normally, the art shop shuts down earlier than 8:00 pm because there of few customers. Ugh, is he still chatting with his friends? If he isn’t back here in five seconds, I will really go out and find him. I don’t care if anyone sees me like this. And what is it to him? He always sees me like this. Does he think that it’s only him who can see me dressed like a freaking hooker? Huh? Shim Changmin?! Huh!?”
“For your final project, I would like to ask a creative paper from all of you. It will be an individual work and it will be due next week. The topic will be about our last discussion about the French Revolution. You can base a story out of the historical events or even hold a photoshoot or simply make an artwork. All I want from you is your creativity since it will hold the largest percentage of grading in my system. That’s all. Clear?” the history professor clarified.
Waking up slowly, you rubbed your eyes and used your right arm to block the already hot sun hitting your face. You sat upright, turned to your left and got the clock from your side table with a slight pout on your lips. “Why isn’t my alarm clock ringing?” you asked yourself.
Upon opening your eyes, you were so surprised to see the clock reading 8:00 am. You quickly shouted as you stood from your bed and scrammed into the closet. “Wh-What?! H-How can I be late?!” you talked to yourself while getting your uniform. When you ran towards the door to grab your towel and onto the smaller cabinet to get your toiletries and scrubber, you scratched your head.
“Dammit! Move faster, ____-ah!” you scolded yourself upon slamming the bathroom door.
You came out of the master’s bathroom wearing a maid outfit consisting of a black tube with a backless design and strings to tie in cross patterns at the back, a short black pencil skirt with an unreasonable length, a pair of laced black gloves and laced black garters under black boots. Your hair was tied up into a high bun and your ear tails were curled to perfection. You blushed as you faced your master, Changmin, who was grinning at you. He was sitting on the side of his bed, surveying you from head to toe. He had this devilish smirk upon seeing that you occupied those clothes with your great figure and creamy complexion. Feeling the need of covering yourself, your arms slowly wrap around your stomach.
There you are, standing by the platform of the last class, your hands resting flatly on your hips. You had a cocky smile on your face as the girls in the class started to applaud for you while the boys groan in defeat. “Thank you so much, president! I knew we could count on you!” a girl with pigtails praised you. “We always believed in your abilities, president, and you never failed us!” another girl who wore her hair in a clean ponytail told you happily.
As you smiled at them, you didn’t notice Changmin enter the room.
“You’re all welcome! It is always my duty to… provide you… with…”
You slowly stopped upon seeing the class slowly leaving your presence and basking in the new one. Their eyes started to widen and their jaws dropped upon laying their eyes onto this famous student. There was even a bunch of people from other classes who snuck inside the windows of the classroom just to see him. He is standing before them, smirking confidently. You noticed him giving all of his attention to you. He spent his time looking at you and it made you narrow your eyes.
You looked bravely at your classmates. Standing just directly in front of the bulletin boards, you posted a sheet of white paper full of content.
It was the new set of regulations you approved as the Student Council President of the school.
“Huh?!” a male student shouted.
“What the?! Where the hell did ‘All male students’ locker room will be on the third floor of the gymnasium while the female students’ will be on the second’ come from!?” another male student approached you with a violent reaction. Without much regret, everyone’s eyes widened when you slapped his head and gritted your teeth angrily at him. “Of course I got it from girls’ protests, you perverts! It is because you keep peeking at them while they change after gym class! That is why I am asking the maintenance department of our school to change the rooms as soon as possible to lessen these kinds of cases!” you crossed your arms and glared at the male student before walking away.
Requested by: ashketchumdelprado and anonymous
Hello :) I made a joint request for this one :) since my chingu, Ashley, asked for a “Changmin fanfic wherein he is just completely dominating over you and is a little demanding” while a dear anonie asked for a “smutty smuttish smut one”, I guess I can fit those requests into one story! So here it is. I hope you guys enjoy it :)
Synopsis: What happens if you work as the directress’ son’s personal maid for a month so that he’ll pay for your school fees?
Changmin laid you on his soft bed. He slowly and gently took off your yellow dress shirt, leaving you only on your black bra. He replaced it with a plain white shirt of his. After that, he proceeded into taking off your skirt and making you wear one of his black pyjama shorts. It looked so loose on you but for this time, it was fine. He neatly folded your clothes and placed it on top of his table.
You needed his help. Even if he felt a bit angry at you, he still had to take care of you, seeing that you looked like you suffered. Your cheeks were still flustered and your hands were still sweaty. Changmin couldn’t help but to hold and kiss them. “What could’ve happened…?” he asked himself.
Right now, some people noticed the shock in his eyes even though he tried hard to look casual.
Changmin noticed how some people started to murmur. He must get his act together, he thought. Even if you weren’t there to provide him with what he needed, he still had to stand on both feet.
With a chuckle, he started his speech. “I didn’t expect a lot of people to come…” he managed to flash an assertive smirk to everyone, making them all look at him. “Actually, I have a prepared speech I made a week ago but unfortunately…” he then titled his head.