mind games (1/?)
y2k was a low key little place, with too loud music, too watery drinks and too average patrons (him being the obvious exception of course), but it was the only *almost*club within a ten mile radius of his god-forsaken campus. He half raised his glass in a mock salute to his university. Good on you, SM. Good on you. The bass heavy music pounded through the rubber soles of his sneakers and he sighed, staring at the bubbles that rose lazily from the bottom of his drink, desperately trying to avoid yet another-
“Hey, don’t you come her a lot?”
Oh crap.
From the very moment he stepped in here, at least 27 different women had flirted outrageously with him, 15 of which had to be dragged away by the bar manager because they had parked their (kinda, he didn’t really look) fine asses on the seats for too long without even ordering. And the remaining 12? Glaring dejectedly at him from various corners of the room. Yeah...he was a cold, vicious, heartless bastard but he was hot so it didn’t really matter now, did it? Excuse him while he got out his well-used pair of hobnailed boots to stamp all over yet another girl’s feelings.
He swiveled round on the bar stool, plastering on a well practiced fake smile on his face to acknowledge the existence of the leggy girl that had somehow managed to get the seat beside him. "So, you come here often?" Mental note to self: Kill soon to be ex best friend for abandoning him. Yunho barely looked at her before uttering a half hearted “Mmph. But you know what? He frequents this joint more than I do,” in her general direction, gesturing to some stoned looking individual 3 stools away before turning back to his seemingly more interesting drink.
Meet Jung Yunho, 21, second year psychology student at SM University and the object of every female’s (and a few males, not that he actually minded anyway) desire on and occasionally, off campus. Yunho glanced sideways and was quite happy to find his vision now unhindered, sighing rather contentedly. Sometimes, he wondered if hanging a “Not interested, but thanks,” sign around his neck...or his ass, considering the fair amount of attention it received on a daily basis, was the best course of action.
“Yunho-yah, you do know that every time you sigh, a little bit off your life span gets exhaled too?” “And you’re full of shit, Chun.” offered Yunho without missing a beat, taking a sip of his drink. “Ah, but you love me for it, don’t you? Admit it, I’m the only one that’s just perfect for you.” His best friend grabbed the pint of beer Yunho had been cradling, downing at least 75% of it in a single gulp. Park Yoochun, 20, language major at SM Uni. and Yunho’s best friend since birth/current housemate/soon to be ex of both if he didn’t give him his beer back this very instant.
“C’mon, hyung, do something other than just sit there. The night is young, you’re hot and there’s still at least half a room of beautiful people you haven’t blown off yet.”
“Mm. Whatever. Beer. Now.”
Yunho lunged for his drink and Yoochun slipped out of reach. “Yoochun-ah, get your sorry ass back here now!” The younger of the two only laughed, tipping what remained in the glass to his lips. “I know you’ve had a hard day today, oh woe is me, I’m a psychology major, my course is so damn hard blahblahblah but will you just loosen up a little?” With a grin, Yoochun disappeared into the crowd, beer and all. Yunho groaned and glared daggers into his friend’s back until it was lost among the countless moving bodies.
“You know, he’s right.”
“None of your fucking-” Yunho started, turning to snap at whatever annoyance it was this time but stopped short when his eyes met something that wasn’t exactly what he was expecting. Said annoyance turned out to be a good-looking, young-ish raven haired boy decked in black, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his faded jeans as he eyed Yunho back coolly. A slight lift of his head and what could possibly be a wink later, the stranger turned and started to walk back into the crowd, stopping only to throw Yunho a look over his back that obviously said “Follow me, bitch,”.
For the first time in his life, Yunho followed.
He found the stranger a little off the middle of the dance floor and Yunho stood there for a good two minutes, mesmerized, watching him move his well toned body to the pulsating beat of the music. The smooth roll of his denim clad hips, eyes closed to the world and perfect dancing kept Yunho rooted to the spot, openly gaping at what could only be a demi-god. One eye cracked open and a deft hand shot out to catch Yunho’s waist, pulling the surprised boy close to the dancer’s body. “Don’t’ just stand there,” he growled in Yunho’s ear, eyes seductive, hand making it’s slow way down from waist to the seat of his pants.
“Move.”
He let his hands slide off the other boy’s body and Yunho let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, silently mourning the loss of his hands on him. Who was this person? Another track began and the sudden change in tempo allowed the stranger to sidle closer still until they were almost face to face and Yunho could almost feel his hips brush against his own crotch, too engrossed in savoring every moment he had with this sex-kitten to feel the cold glares of that night’s rejects from all corners of the dance floor.
“What, you don’t wanna dance with me?” His hands were on him again and Yunho’s body started to move against its own accord, trying to keep in sync with the other’s fluid movements. Yunho wasn’t a bad dancer, honestly, but next to whoever this was, he looked like a pregnant hippo trying to do the can-can in high heels. Nevertheless, his dancing seemed to satisfy the stranger and he pressed closer still. “Who are you?” Yunho managed to breathe close (he hoped) enough for the boy to hear but all he got a was a lazy smile and god it was making him frustrated.
So this is what it feels like.
He didn’t know how long they were out there, bodies twisting this way and that, another couple (no, what?) in the crowd but it felt like forever and a second. It was around 3 in the morning when the DJ wrapped up his last song and the floor was empty save for the two of them and the remaining girls of the Yunho fan club that stayed behind to watch him. Wiping the beads of sweat that streamed down the side of his face, Yunho turned to the stranger only to find that he was already halfway out.
“Hey! Hey wait,”
The black haired boy stopped and turned with what seemed to be an exaggerated slowness.
“Hmm?”
Yunho’s brain shut down involuntarily. Dammit what was he going to say now? “Thanks for tonight?” “Will I see you again?” He groaned inwardly at the sea of clichés that suddenly flooded his thinking and all the while, the (as Yunho now proclaimed him) God-of-sex waited ever so patiently, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched Yunho fumble to regain his power of rational thinking and speech. “For the record, it’s YoungWoong,” he finally offered and the double doors of blacked out glass swung shut behind him, leaving Yunho with his fan girls.
Oh god, he thought, paying no attention to his advancing fan girls. I have to find out who he is.
And the fan girls pounced.
chapter 2
“Hey, don’t you come her a lot?”
Oh crap.
From the very moment he stepped in here, at least 27 different women had flirted outrageously with him, 15 of which had to be dragged away by the bar manager because they had parked their (kinda, he didn’t really look) fine asses on the seats for too long without even ordering. And the remaining 12? Glaring dejectedly at him from various corners of the room. Yeah...he was a cold, vicious, heartless bastard but he was hot so it didn’t really matter now, did it? Excuse him while he got out his well-used pair of hobnailed boots to stamp all over yet another girl’s feelings.
He swiveled round on the bar stool, plastering on a well practiced fake smile on his face to acknowledge the existence of the leggy girl that had somehow managed to get the seat beside him. "So, you come here often?" Mental note to self: Kill soon to be ex best friend for abandoning him. Yunho barely looked at her before uttering a half hearted “Mmph. But you know what? He frequents this joint more than I do,” in her general direction, gesturing to some stoned looking individual 3 stools away before turning back to his seemingly more interesting drink.
Meet Jung Yunho, 21, second year psychology student at SM University and the object of every female’s (and a few males, not that he actually minded anyway) desire on and occasionally, off campus. Yunho glanced sideways and was quite happy to find his vision now unhindered, sighing rather contentedly. Sometimes, he wondered if hanging a “Not interested, but thanks,” sign around his neck...or his ass, considering the fair amount of attention it received on a daily basis, was the best course of action.
“Yunho-yah, you do know that every time you sigh, a little bit off your life span gets exhaled too?” “And you’re full of shit, Chun.” offered Yunho without missing a beat, taking a sip of his drink. “Ah, but you love me for it, don’t you? Admit it, I’m the only one that’s just perfect for you.” His best friend grabbed the pint of beer Yunho had been cradling, downing at least 75% of it in a single gulp. Park Yoochun, 20, language major at SM Uni. and Yunho’s best friend since birth/current housemate/soon to be ex of both if he didn’t give him his beer back this very instant.
“C’mon, hyung, do something other than just sit there. The night is young, you’re hot and there’s still at least half a room of beautiful people you haven’t blown off yet.”
“Mm. Whatever. Beer. Now.”
Yunho lunged for his drink and Yoochun slipped out of reach. “Yoochun-ah, get your sorry ass back here now!” The younger of the two only laughed, tipping what remained in the glass to his lips. “I know you’ve had a hard day today, oh woe is me, I’m a psychology major, my course is so damn hard blahblahblah but will you just loosen up a little?” With a grin, Yoochun disappeared into the crowd, beer and all. Yunho groaned and glared daggers into his friend’s back until it was lost among the countless moving bodies.
“You know, he’s right.”
“None of your fucking-” Yunho started, turning to snap at whatever annoyance it was this time but stopped short when his eyes met something that wasn’t exactly what he was expecting. Said annoyance turned out to be a good-looking, young-ish raven haired boy decked in black, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his faded jeans as he eyed Yunho back coolly. A slight lift of his head and what could possibly be a wink later, the stranger turned and started to walk back into the crowd, stopping only to throw Yunho a look over his back that obviously said “Follow me, bitch,”.
For the first time in his life, Yunho followed.
He found the stranger a little off the middle of the dance floor and Yunho stood there for a good two minutes, mesmerized, watching him move his well toned body to the pulsating beat of the music. The smooth roll of his denim clad hips, eyes closed to the world and perfect dancing kept Yunho rooted to the spot, openly gaping at what could only be a demi-god. One eye cracked open and a deft hand shot out to catch Yunho’s waist, pulling the surprised boy close to the dancer’s body. “Don’t’ just stand there,” he growled in Yunho’s ear, eyes seductive, hand making it’s slow way down from waist to the seat of his pants.
“Move.”
He let his hands slide off the other boy’s body and Yunho let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, silently mourning the loss of his hands on him. Who was this person? Another track began and the sudden change in tempo allowed the stranger to sidle closer still until they were almost face to face and Yunho could almost feel his hips brush against his own crotch, too engrossed in savoring every moment he had with this sex-kitten to feel the cold glares of that night’s rejects from all corners of the dance floor.
“What, you don’t wanna dance with me?” His hands were on him again and Yunho’s body started to move against its own accord, trying to keep in sync with the other’s fluid movements. Yunho wasn’t a bad dancer, honestly, but next to whoever this was, he looked like a pregnant hippo trying to do the can-can in high heels. Nevertheless, his dancing seemed to satisfy the stranger and he pressed closer still. “Who are you?” Yunho managed to breathe close (he hoped) enough for the boy to hear but all he got a was a lazy smile and god it was making him frustrated.
So this is what it feels like.
He didn’t know how long they were out there, bodies twisting this way and that, another couple (no, what?) in the crowd but it felt like forever and a second. It was around 3 in the morning when the DJ wrapped up his last song and the floor was empty save for the two of them and the remaining girls of the Yunho fan club that stayed behind to watch him. Wiping the beads of sweat that streamed down the side of his face, Yunho turned to the stranger only to find that he was already halfway out.
“Hey! Hey wait,”
The black haired boy stopped and turned with what seemed to be an exaggerated slowness.
“Hmm?”
Yunho’s brain shut down involuntarily. Dammit what was he going to say now? “Thanks for tonight?” “Will I see you again?” He groaned inwardly at the sea of clichés that suddenly flooded his thinking and all the while, the (as Yunho now proclaimed him) God-of-sex waited ever so patiently, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched Yunho fumble to regain his power of rational thinking and speech. “For the record, it’s YoungWoong,” he finally offered and the double doors of blacked out glass swung shut behind him, leaving Yunho with his fan girls.
Oh god, he thought, paying no attention to his advancing fan girls. I have to find out who he is.
And the fan girls pounced.
chapter 2