Until the Last Rose Dies [1/?]
Title: Until the Last Rose Dies
Pairing: Choi Seunghyunx Kwon Jiyong (GTOP)
Author: dakarasuki97
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst, fluff, romance, idk
Warnings: language
Summary: Kwon Jiyong’s failure of a father sells him off to the son of a wealthy multi-billion dollar corporation owner. Choi Seunghyun is this son. He is cruel, mean, and maybe even sadistic. He treats people as toys, to be played with and thrown away when they have lost their entertainment value… but never before has he met someone like Jiyong.
Jiyong is as fiery and filled with as much innocent passion as he is beautiful. At first Seunghyun sees him as the perfect challenge to break… but he is pushed underneath Jiyong’s spell which pulls and breaks away at his icy heart. Is it possible for these polar opposites to find something more? Is the line between love and hate as thin as they say it is?
A modern day, beauty and the beast… kind of… sort of… Seunghyun isn’t ugly, just really mean.
Author's note: HI GUYS!! I'm back... already... so... I originally just wanted to do some oneshot requests and stuff... apparently that's not happening. haha. Okay, so a lot of the requests I got (the ones I wanna fill... heheh sry) ... I'm probably going to have to make into multi-chapter fics. I am not awesome enough to create a plotline, develop it... and execute an ending in one go... so, yeah... the request is from dalpaengi who asked for:
beauty and the beast - top and jiyong style XD
but top isn't particularly ugly just very, very mean.
but same concept. modernize it *-*
I instantly LOVED this idea. LOL. Okay, so I'm warning you, TOP starts off as a total jackass. BUT BUT BUT! Since in all my other stories Jiyong is kind of... well he's always so burdened by pain that he can't really be too strong, but in this story Jiyong's got a pretty strong attitude... I think... lol... I hope you'll like this because it's fun to write so far.
I don't know if I changed the concept of the idea that dalpaengi was looking for or not... so... I'm just gonna go with it... thank you so much DALPAENGI love who requested this awesome idea... this is for you babe lol. OKAY, now that that ridiculously long author's note is out of the way... ENJOY heheh.
^LOL^ That's how I feel right now pretty much.
CHAPTER 1
“That’s him, that’s my son, isn’t he quite the beauty?” The rather seedy looking man said excited at the prospect of getting enough money to support his drug addiction for… a while…
In front of the two men were, two other men, holding a much, much slighter boy who appeared to be no older than 17 or 18. They each were holding one of his thin arms, forcing them roughly behind his back, even as he struggled uselessly in their grasp. He had longish dark brown hair that had a kind of reddish tint when it hit the light in the right way. It was layered in a way that framed his delicate face and the tips brushed spilled over thin eyebrows and into deep, piercing eyes. He had pale skin, but it wasn’t sickly, and full but small pink lips.
Choi Seunghyun stood, a good deal taller than the other boy and his father. He was dressed impeccably. Crisp, recently ironed black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows was tucked neatly into a pair of straight black pants which led down to perfectly shined black shoes. He looked down his aristocratic nose at the boy in front of him and watched with a twisted smirk as he was forced down onto his knees.
The boy looked up at him with an intense fire in his eyes and Seunghyun liked this. Because even if he did not show it, the boy in front of him was much, much prettier than any of his previous toys and he seemed as if he had some attitude to him. Seunghyun always liked this as they were always more fun to break… and he had never seen a fire like the one that shone so brightly beneath the others beautifully angry face.
“Is he… Is he good enough?” The man beside him asked. He was shorter than Seunghyun but taller than his son; his black hair only emphasized his receding hairline. His eyes were sunken in and he looked to be in need of a good shave, the prime example of the lowest of the low. A man who would sell his own son… for 1000000 won (that’s like… a tiny bit less than $900 USD)… he disgusted Seunghyun who was indeed a grade A bastard and used and abused and threw away people like they were nothing, but still, this man repulsed him, but he got what he wanted… so who was he to complain?
“He’s… he’s a virgin!” The father offered, worried that his son would be rejected. The young heir raised his eyebrows. Was it possible that this could get even better? Apparently so. He’d never had a virgin before.
Seunghyun walked slowly around the boy who refused to look at him but he could feel the anger rolling of the smaller in waves. As Seunghyun’s eyes trailed over every inch of his slight form, which was clad in a thin oversized white t-shirt and a pair of snuggly fitting black jeans, his smirk grew wider. Yes this would definitely be fun.
“Quite good… actually, I’m going to increase your reward by one zero. (That would be about $9000 USD).” The man looked as if he was about to pass out from happiness. He instantly dropped to the ground a flood of thanks falling from his filthy mouth. Seunghyun stepped back as he didn’t want that filthy man getting diseases or something on his new shoes. He looked at his brand new toy who was currently glaring at his father with a look of disgust and disappointment. Actually, it amazed Seunghyun that a boy as incredibly beautiful as the one before him was actually related to the groveling man at his feet. He didn’t understand how one so nauseating could ever have had a hand in creating something so flawless. No matter how beautiful the mother was, it was just mind blowing that that was possible.
Seunghyun walked in two long strides to his captive and reached down to grab his chin and roughly force his head and gaze up to him. The boy did not look away this time and stared with anger and defiance into Seunghyun’s eyes. The elder smirked.
“What’s your name, pretty?” He was asking merely to be… polite… yes, that was a good word choice. Of course he already knew his name, but didn’t see the harm in asking and letting the other think he actually had some control over the situation.
The boy’s eyes narrowed.
“Fuck you.” He grit out.
Seunghyun blinked. None of his toys had ever talked to him like that. He had a few with spunk every once and a while, but none were ever so openly defiant. It was… refreshing actually.
Seunghyun let out a loud, deep, mocking laugh, and grinned a grin that showed his white teeth. He gently stroked the soft skin of the boy’s cheek and enjoyed the way the other trembled with anger beneath his touch.
“Welcome to my world Kwon Jiyong.” He breathed into the other’s ear quite liking the way his name rolled over his tongue.
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The stupid looking henchmen had rather rudely groped Jiyong’s ass and then flung him into what appeared to be a small bedroom. It had a bed, a nightstand, a closet, a lamp, but no window and the walls were bare. After picking himself up off the ground he perched cautiously on the edge of the small bed running a hand through his hair. This was pretty fucked up. Dammit… he knew his father was an asshole… but he never knew he could sink this low. Jiyong had worked so, so fucking hard to make sure that there was at least food on the table when his father would stumble in smelling of god knows what at 4 o’clock in the morning. He would make sure there was running water, and electricity… he would do all of this for that man… who had just sold him out. His heart clenched and he bit his lip to keep from crying. He had spent so much of his youth making sure that stupid bastard had what he needed to stay alive and out of jail… because… because he was his damn father. Because he was all he had left… and because he hadn’t always been like that.
Jiyong’s first eight years of life had been amazing. His mother and father showered him with unconditional love and support. He loved them so much and he was the light of their lives. Or at least, that was, while they were whole. As a family, they were perfect, but if a part of that picture was missing… it all fell apart. When Jiyong was eight… about a week after his eighth birthday his mother passed away after a long fight with cancer that he didn’t quite understand until later.
“Jiyong ah… I love you more than anything in this world, and whatever world I am going to after this… I’m sorry to leave you like this, you know I would do anything to stay here with you and your father. I love you, Jiyong, my son… I love you… take care of your father okay?”
Those were her last words to him… to anyone… after she had said that, her eyes had closed never to open again. Everything had changed after that. His father fell into a deep depression and let himself go. After a few half hearted suicide attempts, he tried to drink his pain away, and would get high every other day to not have to stand being in a world without his wife… where his only reminder of her was his son, who looked so much like her. They lived off of their life savings until Jiyong was about thirteen and it ran out, but he was able to take up a few jobs to support them, even though he was so young.
The worst would be the nights when his father would come home stumbling with every step and crash into him, in a tight embrace… he could almost pretend he was a child again, in the protection of his father’s arms. But then his father would always start crying like a baby and pull away calling him by his mother’s name. He would apologize over and over and Jiyong had never heard the words “I love you” more than when his father was in that state… the older man would pass out after that. And it hurt more than he could ever explain, that his father never saw him… never even bothered to think that they could be okay if he would just see him… that Jiyong fucking loved him… if he would just look at him and not see a broken memory.
Shaking his head he grit his teeth and groaned in frustration. That asshole, that fucking asshole. He swore internally so vehemently that even a sailor might blush at his word choice. He was just so frustrated. It wasn’t even that he was in a strange place, under even stranger conditions, with some weird guy who he had no idea what his intentions for him were… no, it was that his father had sold him out. All these years he had had hope… just a little hope, that somewhere underneath all the shit of grief and debris of life that was so heavily caked around his father’s heart, that there was a glimmer of the man he used to be. Apparently not. And it hurt. It hurt so fucking much. And he had never felt more alone.
But he'd be damned if he was going to just roll over and let this rich jackass have his way with him.
Pairing: Choi Seunghyunx Kwon Jiyong (GTOP)
Author: dakarasuki97
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst, fluff, romance, idk
Warnings: language
Summary: Kwon Jiyong’s failure of a father sells him off to the son of a wealthy multi-billion dollar corporation owner. Choi Seunghyun is this son. He is cruel, mean, and maybe even sadistic. He treats people as toys, to be played with and thrown away when they have lost their entertainment value… but never before has he met someone like Jiyong.
Jiyong is as fiery and filled with as much innocent passion as he is beautiful. At first Seunghyun sees him as the perfect challenge to break… but he is pushed underneath Jiyong’s spell which pulls and breaks away at his icy heart. Is it possible for these polar opposites to find something more? Is the line between love and hate as thin as they say it is?
A modern day, beauty and the beast… kind of… sort of… Seunghyun isn’t ugly, just really mean.
Author's note: HI GUYS!! I'm back... already... so... I originally just wanted to do some oneshot requests and stuff... apparently that's not happening. haha. Okay, so a lot of the requests I got (the ones I wanna fill... heheh sry) ... I'm probably going to have to make into multi-chapter fics. I am not awesome enough to create a plotline, develop it... and execute an ending in one go... so, yeah... the request is from dalpaengi who asked for:
beauty and the beast - top and jiyong style XD
but top isn't particularly ugly just very, very mean.
but same concept. modernize it *-*
I instantly LOVED this idea. LOL. Okay, so I'm warning you, TOP starts off as a total jackass. BUT BUT BUT! Since in all my other stories Jiyong is kind of... well he's always so burdened by pain that he can't really be too strong, but in this story Jiyong's got a pretty strong attitude... I think... lol... I hope you'll like this because it's fun to write so far.
I don't know if I changed the concept of the idea that dalpaengi was looking for or not... so... I'm just gonna go with it... thank you so much DALPAENGI love who requested this awesome idea... this is for you babe lol. OKAY, now that that ridiculously long author's note is out of the way... ENJOY heheh.
^LOL^ That's how I feel right now pretty much.
CHAPTER 1
“That’s him, that’s my son, isn’t he quite the beauty?” The rather seedy looking man said excited at the prospect of getting enough money to support his drug addiction for… a while…
In front of the two men were, two other men, holding a much, much slighter boy who appeared to be no older than 17 or 18. They each were holding one of his thin arms, forcing them roughly behind his back, even as he struggled uselessly in their grasp. He had longish dark brown hair that had a kind of reddish tint when it hit the light in the right way. It was layered in a way that framed his delicate face and the tips brushed spilled over thin eyebrows and into deep, piercing eyes. He had pale skin, but it wasn’t sickly, and full but small pink lips.
Choi Seunghyun stood, a good deal taller than the other boy and his father. He was dressed impeccably. Crisp, recently ironed black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows was tucked neatly into a pair of straight black pants which led down to perfectly shined black shoes. He looked down his aristocratic nose at the boy in front of him and watched with a twisted smirk as he was forced down onto his knees.
The boy looked up at him with an intense fire in his eyes and Seunghyun liked this. Because even if he did not show it, the boy in front of him was much, much prettier than any of his previous toys and he seemed as if he had some attitude to him. Seunghyun always liked this as they were always more fun to break… and he had never seen a fire like the one that shone so brightly beneath the others beautifully angry face.
“Is he… Is he good enough?” The man beside him asked. He was shorter than Seunghyun but taller than his son; his black hair only emphasized his receding hairline. His eyes were sunken in and he looked to be in need of a good shave, the prime example of the lowest of the low. A man who would sell his own son… for 1000000 won (that’s like… a tiny bit less than $900 USD)… he disgusted Seunghyun who was indeed a grade A bastard and used and abused and threw away people like they were nothing, but still, this man repulsed him, but he got what he wanted… so who was he to complain?
“He’s… he’s a virgin!” The father offered, worried that his son would be rejected. The young heir raised his eyebrows. Was it possible that this could get even better? Apparently so. He’d never had a virgin before.
Seunghyun walked slowly around the boy who refused to look at him but he could feel the anger rolling of the smaller in waves. As Seunghyun’s eyes trailed over every inch of his slight form, which was clad in a thin oversized white t-shirt and a pair of snuggly fitting black jeans, his smirk grew wider. Yes this would definitely be fun.
“Quite good… actually, I’m going to increase your reward by one zero. (That would be about $9000 USD).” The man looked as if he was about to pass out from happiness. He instantly dropped to the ground a flood of thanks falling from his filthy mouth. Seunghyun stepped back as he didn’t want that filthy man getting diseases or something on his new shoes. He looked at his brand new toy who was currently glaring at his father with a look of disgust and disappointment. Actually, it amazed Seunghyun that a boy as incredibly beautiful as the one before him was actually related to the groveling man at his feet. He didn’t understand how one so nauseating could ever have had a hand in creating something so flawless. No matter how beautiful the mother was, it was just mind blowing that that was possible.
Seunghyun walked in two long strides to his captive and reached down to grab his chin and roughly force his head and gaze up to him. The boy did not look away this time and stared with anger and defiance into Seunghyun’s eyes. The elder smirked.
“What’s your name, pretty?” He was asking merely to be… polite… yes, that was a good word choice. Of course he already knew his name, but didn’t see the harm in asking and letting the other think he actually had some control over the situation.
The boy’s eyes narrowed.
“Fuck you.” He grit out.
Seunghyun blinked. None of his toys had ever talked to him like that. He had a few with spunk every once and a while, but none were ever so openly defiant. It was… refreshing actually.
Seunghyun let out a loud, deep, mocking laugh, and grinned a grin that showed his white teeth. He gently stroked the soft skin of the boy’s cheek and enjoyed the way the other trembled with anger beneath his touch.
“Welcome to my world Kwon Jiyong.” He breathed into the other’s ear quite liking the way his name rolled over his tongue.
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The stupid looking henchmen had rather rudely groped Jiyong’s ass and then flung him into what appeared to be a small bedroom. It had a bed, a nightstand, a closet, a lamp, but no window and the walls were bare. After picking himself up off the ground he perched cautiously on the edge of the small bed running a hand through his hair. This was pretty fucked up. Dammit… he knew his father was an asshole… but he never knew he could sink this low. Jiyong had worked so, so fucking hard to make sure that there was at least food on the table when his father would stumble in smelling of god knows what at 4 o’clock in the morning. He would make sure there was running water, and electricity… he would do all of this for that man… who had just sold him out. His heart clenched and he bit his lip to keep from crying. He had spent so much of his youth making sure that stupid bastard had what he needed to stay alive and out of jail… because… because he was his damn father. Because he was all he had left… and because he hadn’t always been like that.
Jiyong’s first eight years of life had been amazing. His mother and father showered him with unconditional love and support. He loved them so much and he was the light of their lives. Or at least, that was, while they were whole. As a family, they were perfect, but if a part of that picture was missing… it all fell apart. When Jiyong was eight… about a week after his eighth birthday his mother passed away after a long fight with cancer that he didn’t quite understand until later.
“Jiyong ah… I love you more than anything in this world, and whatever world I am going to after this… I’m sorry to leave you like this, you know I would do anything to stay here with you and your father. I love you, Jiyong, my son… I love you… take care of your father okay?”
Those were her last words to him… to anyone… after she had said that, her eyes had closed never to open again. Everything had changed after that. His father fell into a deep depression and let himself go. After a few half hearted suicide attempts, he tried to drink his pain away, and would get high every other day to not have to stand being in a world without his wife… where his only reminder of her was his son, who looked so much like her. They lived off of their life savings until Jiyong was about thirteen and it ran out, but he was able to take up a few jobs to support them, even though he was so young.
The worst would be the nights when his father would come home stumbling with every step and crash into him, in a tight embrace… he could almost pretend he was a child again, in the protection of his father’s arms. But then his father would always start crying like a baby and pull away calling him by his mother’s name. He would apologize over and over and Jiyong had never heard the words “I love you” more than when his father was in that state… the older man would pass out after that. And it hurt more than he could ever explain, that his father never saw him… never even bothered to think that they could be okay if he would just see him… that Jiyong fucking loved him… if he would just look at him and not see a broken memory.
Shaking his head he grit his teeth and groaned in frustration. That asshole, that fucking asshole. He swore internally so vehemently that even a sailor might blush at his word choice. He was just so frustrated. It wasn’t even that he was in a strange place, under even stranger conditions, with some weird guy who he had no idea what his intentions for him were… no, it was that his father had sold him out. All these years he had had hope… just a little hope, that somewhere underneath all the shit of grief and debris of life that was so heavily caked around his father’s heart, that there was a glimmer of the man he used to be. Apparently not. And it hurt. It hurt so fucking much. And he had never felt more alone.
But he'd be damned if he was going to just roll over and let this rich jackass have his way with him.