FIC: Wearing The Pants Ch. 1
I'm back! Hope everyone's well, because I'm just dying to jump back into LJ and all the Dong Banging I've missed on hiatus. :D Oh, and I passed my driving test yesterday! Yay! *does happy dance*
Also, here's the first chapter to my first fic ever.. Dedicated to my f-list, for being really awesome people.. I've missed you guys! ♥
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Title: Wearing The Pants
Pairing: JaeHo, possible YooSuMin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Crack, extensive mention of boxers
Word Count: ~1000
Disclaimer: The Dong Bang boys own themselves, and all their resultant smex.
Summary: A story about who wears the pants in the relationship, JaeHo. Literally.
A/N: This’ my first fic ever, so comments and concrit would be lovely. Friending is most welcome too. :) Unbeta-ed, so any mistakes are my own. Inspired by the infamous Boxer!Jae pic, and Jae’s comment during the Gayo interviews that “pants are but accessories”. Utter crack at the moment because that’s what I do best XD but I do plan to bring in some UST/romance as the story builds. Enjoy! <3
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Growing up the lone male child in a family of more than half a dozen females might have been a nightmare to some. The wildly fluctuating hormone levels (read: moods) and excessive presence of pink, shiny things would probably have left many a weaker man somewhat damaged, if not stark raving mad.
But, Jaejoong was no weakling. He learnt to pick up on the subtlest of mood changes (more for survival than anything else), and soon grew into a charming young man who was finely in-tuned with the emotions of others. Jaejoong’s childhood was no bed of roses, but he had been adaptable and strong, ultimately emerging an empathetic and tender-hearted, if somewhat stubborn, young man.
It probably helped, though, that Jaejoong happened to like pink, shiny things.
Having said that, it would be a great mistake to think Jaejoong girly, or God forbid, a prancing pansy. In spite of his delicate, borderline-effeminate facial features, strong maternal instincts and unexplainable soft spot for pink, heart-shaped birthday cakes, Jaejoong was very much a man. He was strong-willed, decisive and decidedly set on not falling in love till the perfect someone came along and swept him off his feet. Indeed, Jaejoong firmly believed in having all-consuming, passionate romances. That, and pink lilies at his wedding.
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Also, it might be interesting to note that his strange attraction to reflective surfaces and cameras had not been present from birth, but drilled into him in his formative years. It is sad to think that some people might see this attraction as vanity on Jaejoong’s part, thus labelling him a shallow camwhore.
How terribly unjust it is to unpack the prejudices and dish out stereotypes based on superficial observations. What ever has happened to not judging a book by its cover (which coincidentally, happens to be one of the most stereotypical, lameass clichés around)? It simply has to be made clear that the complete, utterly undeniable truth stands thus -
Kim Jaejoong was a camwhore. An extremely delectable and hot camwhore, but a camwhore nonetheless.
However, Jaejoong was by no means shallow. He was not deep in a pretentious way, and did not spout poetry on demand - he thought about life in the quiet recesses of his own mind. This was something he had done often growing up, and it was only later in life when he came into the media’s eye that he found it increasingly difficult to engage in this favoured pastime of his.
The problem was that doing so often resulted in a stare that became increasingly vacant, and the occasional gaping mouth. It was startling how well this particular look had gone down during his schooldays, since more than half the students in his class often sported similar looks. On the cover of popular entertainment magazines, however, looking like a drunk goldfish simply would not do.
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Thus, it was most fortunate that prior to his entertainment career, Jaejoong had stumbled upon an extremely important fact during one of his reflective sessions. Unknown as it was to him then, this realisation would not only affect his relations with his future band mates but play a vital role in his love life as well. Surely, this life-altering bit of information had to do with Jaejoong’s sexuality… a scandalous sexuality crisis, perhaps? Well, not really -
Jaejoong had discovered that pants and tight underwear were the bane of his life.
Being surrounded by females in his pre-pubescent years probably contributed significantly to that discovery. Jaejoong found out that, unlike his own clothing, skirts and dresses were free and billowed in the wind (not that Jaejoong had ever dared glimpse what lay underneath - during one close call at the age of seven, he had run away as fast his stubby legs could carry him, with his hands over his eyes). Not that Jaejoong ever felt the urge to cross dress… Of course not.
It was simply the overwhelming need to explore alternatives to his normal day, irritatingly constrictive trousers. Jaejoong hated the way they clung to his legs with every step he took - the constant caressing contact made him fear for his manly virtue. Tighty-whities were even worse! The horrible constricting pressure - every part of his body had a right to breathe, dammit! Just thinking about it left Jaejoong with his knickers in a knot (not that he had ever tried any on… nuh-uh).
Jaejoong’s mother had been strict (truly the best euphemism). She staunchly believed that her favourite saying (“real men don’t leave things dangling… they keep things in their proper places!”) was applicable to all aspects of life, undergarments included. Conventional briefs became the only acceptable underwear for Jaejoong, and since his mother bought all his clothes (no hand-me-downs… blessing or otherwise?) and did the laundry, her word was law.
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On his thirteenth birthday, Jaejoong’s gaggle of sisters had secretly given him a pair of boxers. Awed, Jaejoong had never before seen such a glorious article of clothing. They liberated him, but didn’t result in his privates freezing off (which they probably would if he tried walking around with nothing on at all in the frigid Korean winters). Freedom had never tasted so sweet.
But, Jaejoong knew that as long as he continued living under the same roof as his family, he would never be completely free. He longed for the day he could walk freely around his home with naught but his beloved boxers. And so, as Jaejoong patiently waited for the day he could finally leave his home (and the accompanying Anti-Boxers Regime of Doom), he surreptitiously started amassing the largest collection of boxers imaginable.
Most importantly, Jaejoong decided that his current first (albeit inanimate) love in life would definitely have to get along with his next love - thus Jaejoong’s couple set of boxers was born. They were a perfect match, and it warmed Jaejoong’s heart imagining his future lover wearing a complementary pair of boxers to his own as they spent a lazy evening snuggled together on the couch.
The significance of his future lover wearing boxers eluded the young Jaejoong, for the very idea of his own sexuality had yet to cross his mind before. All he knew was that in his idyllic but hazy daydreams, there was always a brilliantly white smile and the safe haven of two strong arms wrapped intimately around his waist. And there were always two pairs of boxers.
Boxers that matched.
Also, here's the first chapter to my first fic ever.. Dedicated to my f-list, for being really awesome people.. I've missed you guys! ♥
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Title: Wearing The Pants
Pairing: JaeHo, possible YooSuMin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Crack, extensive mention of boxers
Word Count: ~1000
Disclaimer: The Dong Bang boys own themselves, and all their resultant smex.
Summary: A story about who wears the pants in the relationship, JaeHo. Literally.
A/N: This’ my first fic ever, so comments and concrit would be lovely. Friending is most welcome too. :) Unbeta-ed, so any mistakes are my own. Inspired by the infamous Boxer!Jae pic, and Jae’s comment during the Gayo interviews that “pants are but accessories”. Utter crack at the moment because that’s what I do best XD but I do plan to bring in some UST/romance as the story builds. Enjoy! <3
---
Growing up the lone male child in a family of more than half a dozen females might have been a nightmare to some. The wildly fluctuating hormone levels (read: moods) and excessive presence of pink, shiny things would probably have left many a weaker man somewhat damaged, if not stark raving mad.
But, Jaejoong was no weakling. He learnt to pick up on the subtlest of mood changes (more for survival than anything else), and soon grew into a charming young man who was finely in-tuned with the emotions of others. Jaejoong’s childhood was no bed of roses, but he had been adaptable and strong, ultimately emerging an empathetic and tender-hearted, if somewhat stubborn, young man.
It probably helped, though, that Jaejoong happened to like pink, shiny things.
Having said that, it would be a great mistake to think Jaejoong girly, or God forbid, a prancing pansy. In spite of his delicate, borderline-effeminate facial features, strong maternal instincts and unexplainable soft spot for pink, heart-shaped birthday cakes, Jaejoong was very much a man. He was strong-willed, decisive and decidedly set on not falling in love till the perfect someone came along and swept him off his feet. Indeed, Jaejoong firmly believed in having all-consuming, passionate romances. That, and pink lilies at his wedding.
---
Also, it might be interesting to note that his strange attraction to reflective surfaces and cameras had not been present from birth, but drilled into him in his formative years. It is sad to think that some people might see this attraction as vanity on Jaejoong’s part, thus labelling him a shallow camwhore.
How terribly unjust it is to unpack the prejudices and dish out stereotypes based on superficial observations. What ever has happened to not judging a book by its cover (which coincidentally, happens to be one of the most stereotypical, lameass clichés around)? It simply has to be made clear that the complete, utterly undeniable truth stands thus -
Kim Jaejoong was a camwhore. An extremely delectable and hot camwhore, but a camwhore nonetheless.
However, Jaejoong was by no means shallow. He was not deep in a pretentious way, and did not spout poetry on demand - he thought about life in the quiet recesses of his own mind. This was something he had done often growing up, and it was only later in life when he came into the media’s eye that he found it increasingly difficult to engage in this favoured pastime of his.
The problem was that doing so often resulted in a stare that became increasingly vacant, and the occasional gaping mouth. It was startling how well this particular look had gone down during his schooldays, since more than half the students in his class often sported similar looks. On the cover of popular entertainment magazines, however, looking like a drunk goldfish simply would not do.
---
Thus, it was most fortunate that prior to his entertainment career, Jaejoong had stumbled upon an extremely important fact during one of his reflective sessions. Unknown as it was to him then, this realisation would not only affect his relations with his future band mates but play a vital role in his love life as well. Surely, this life-altering bit of information had to do with Jaejoong’s sexuality… a scandalous sexuality crisis, perhaps? Well, not really -
Jaejoong had discovered that pants and tight underwear were the bane of his life.
Being surrounded by females in his pre-pubescent years probably contributed significantly to that discovery. Jaejoong found out that, unlike his own clothing, skirts and dresses were free and billowed in the wind (not that Jaejoong had ever dared glimpse what lay underneath - during one close call at the age of seven, he had run away as fast his stubby legs could carry him, with his hands over his eyes). Not that Jaejoong ever felt the urge to cross dress… Of course not.
It was simply the overwhelming need to explore alternatives to his normal day, irritatingly constrictive trousers. Jaejoong hated the way they clung to his legs with every step he took - the constant caressing contact made him fear for his manly virtue. Tighty-whities were even worse! The horrible constricting pressure - every part of his body had a right to breathe, dammit! Just thinking about it left Jaejoong with his knickers in a knot (not that he had ever tried any on… nuh-uh).
Jaejoong’s mother had been strict (truly the best euphemism). She staunchly believed that her favourite saying (“real men don’t leave things dangling… they keep things in their proper places!”) was applicable to all aspects of life, undergarments included. Conventional briefs became the only acceptable underwear for Jaejoong, and since his mother bought all his clothes (no hand-me-downs… blessing or otherwise?) and did the laundry, her word was law.
---
On his thirteenth birthday, Jaejoong’s gaggle of sisters had secretly given him a pair of boxers. Awed, Jaejoong had never before seen such a glorious article of clothing. They liberated him, but didn’t result in his privates freezing off (which they probably would if he tried walking around with nothing on at all in the frigid Korean winters). Freedom had never tasted so sweet.
But, Jaejoong knew that as long as he continued living under the same roof as his family, he would never be completely free. He longed for the day he could walk freely around his home with naught but his beloved boxers. And so, as Jaejoong patiently waited for the day he could finally leave his home (and the accompanying Anti-Boxers Regime of Doom), he surreptitiously started amassing the largest collection of boxers imaginable.
Most importantly, Jaejoong decided that his current first (albeit inanimate) love in life would definitely have to get along with his next love - thus Jaejoong’s couple set of boxers was born. They were a perfect match, and it warmed Jaejoong’s heart imagining his future lover wearing a complementary pair of boxers to his own as they spent a lazy evening snuggled together on the couch.
The significance of his future lover wearing boxers eluded the young Jaejoong, for the very idea of his own sexuality had yet to cross his mind before. All he knew was that in his idyllic but hazy daydreams, there was always a brilliantly white smile and the safe haven of two strong arms wrapped intimately around his waist. And there were always two pairs of boxers.
Boxers that matched.