The Second Game; JaeMin, HoSu; PG-15; AU, Romance, Drama; Part 4/?
Title: The Second Game [Part 4/?]
Author: Hanabi Reeza [aoireeza]
Rating: PG-15
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama
Pairing: JaeMin, HoSu, MinSu (other pairs to follow)
Word Count: 1588 words
Disclaimers: These delicious boys are not mine. Boo.
Summary: The world was made to be round for a single purpose - to make people bump into each other. And the reason why people are made to bump into each other is for the world to see what happens to the people after the collision. The rest is history. JunSu's boss makes him do extra work, and he really doesn't mind. But well, ChangMin does. Or so he thinks.
** crossposted at hug______, _starcandy, min_su, and hosu_yongwonhi
Author's Notes: This took a while to write... ^^; No, really. I had a hard time detaching myself from the MinSu. JaeMin all the way, people. :D And just to make things clear, there will never be JaeHo in this fic. But there will be another pair. ^^ Enjoy~
The Second Game
Round Four: No Other Way - Not This Time Around
“AAAAAAHHH!!”
He bites his lower lip and scratches the back of his head. I - I need to go now. My training starts at ten in the morning - his manager cuts him in the middle of his sentence and reminds him that his training starts at eight in the morning; he is surprised yet he continues, nevertheless - I mean 8 a.m., and I’ll be around until late in the afternoon. I’ll be entertaining your questions tomorrow. He then bows to the young sports reporter as he runs after his manager - Jae, for the life of me, wait up!
“I HATE YOU, KIM JAEJOONG!”
He hears his manager chuckle. He takes a deep breath.
Shim ChangMin has just declared war.
---
“He thinks he’s so great, huh? Does he think he’ll win me over with a - a kiss? That bastard.”
He chuckles to himself, making sure that his friend wouldn’t hear him. He watches his friend mumble and grumble about the recent events - that kiss with that guy, as his friend puts it - and couldn’t help but let out hearty laugh. And you’re amused. Great. And he couldn’t help but let laughter fill him.
Oh shut up! But he couldn’t, and he raises his hands close to his chest, defending himself from his friend. I’m sorry, Min. It’s just that you’re all red and there’s a smile at the corner of your lips. And then he laughs some more as his friend’s features contort in disbelief.
You are dead, JunSu. You really are. But he doesn’t believe that his friend could ever kill him. Not now, at least, that his friend is driving and blushing madly.
Not when ChangMin is actually smiling and he doesn’t want to admit it.
---
“Your stalker is here, YunHo.”
He pushes his friend forward and shoots a glare at the manager in the process. He then gives the boxer a curt nod and a small smile - just because he respects the boxer and actually recognizes that he is human unlike the boxer’s manager. The boxer returns the smile and leads them to the lounging area of the training room. He simply urges his friend to follow the latter and tells his friend that he’ll just be waiting for him near the ring.
He sees the manager emerge from Lord knows where with four cups of coffee - he is actually surprised and touched, to some extent, that the manager might have remembered to make coffee for him. He watches the manager offer the two coffee and both smile at him. His lips curve into a smirk as he sees the manager walk to him.
“For courtesy’s sake, honey, take the cup. I know you want to.”
He takes back his previous statement - he is not, in any way, touched by the thought of being offered coffee. He is even having second thoughts on drinking the said beverage. Just because.
But, he thinks, two can play the same game.
Thank you, sweetheart. I’d like milk to go with this.
Bastard.
He wins this round by a knockout.
---
“I’ve got the data for the pilot episode of the show, sir. I know these aren’t enough but-”
He is cut short by the hand of his boss appearing right before his eyes in a flash. He watches the man with a scrutinizing gaze as his boss’s eyebrows furrow - he hopes that his boss is nowhere near dissatisfied. Perhaps just a little? It is his first time to be given such a heavy task and a big break, after all.
This would do - his boss pauses as he flips the pages of his preliminary report - but I need more. We need something that would catch the public’s attention… something like what this Jung YunHo dreams about the night before the match itself or what goes on his mind as he sees the fist of his opponent crashing against his face.
He takes a deep breath and gulps down hard. That would be quite hard, sir, he tells his boss, but the man simply shakes his head. I gave you this job because I know that you can do it, JunSu. Are you going to let me down now? And he notes that knowing smile on his boss’ lips that he hates so much because he is left with no choice but to actually do something humiliating just to get something - and he quotes his boss - that would catch the public’s attention. Perhaps he could ask YunHo if he actually dreams of his opponent the night before the match? There could be two possible outcomes - either he’d die laughing of YunHo’s answer or he’d be scared like hell upon hearing the boxer’s answer.
But that would indeed catch the public’s attention.
You have to get closer to him. His eyes bolt up upon hearing his boss’ statement and he fixes his eyes on his boss. You have to know and memorize every part of him like he’s your lover.
His boss pauses and looks at him intently as if trying to give more emphasis on his words - You have to make him yours.
He needs ChangMin, stat.
---
“You look like shit, Su.”
He gives his friend a glare and continues padding toward the door of the training center they’ve been visiting quite frequently these past few days. Much as he would want to retort and hit his friend like there’s no tomorrow, he could not; his eyes are failing him and so is his mind that has been babbling incoherent words due to his lack of rest and sleep. He gives his friend another glare as he hears a stifled laugh come from the other.
This is just not his day.
That - his friend pauses to ruffle his hair and he is, admittedly, mildly miffed by his friend’s action, but he shuns the though of giving his friend a good kick anywhere - is what happens when you become too engrossed in a certain person named Jung YunHo. And then he finds himself being jolted back to reality as he quickly retorts and raises an eyebrow - Say what? But his friend doesn’t reply and he resolves to just resuming what he has been doing prior to his friend’s immensely disturbing statement.
That is what he gets for having Shim ChangMin as his best friend.
He pauses in his tracks as the sound of his friend’s footsteps come to a gradual halt. You’ll be staying at my place for the time being, his friend tells him, and he simply gives his friend a blank stare.
“I can’t just stand here and let everyone see my best friend looking like shit, now, can I?”
And by some twist of fate, he finds the energy to erupt in a lovely peal of laughter.
---
“You have a crush on me, don’t you?”
He eyes the person beside him and gives him a glare. In your dreams, he replies, and he quickly turns his head away and fixes his gaze on his friend who is obviously too absorbed in the interview he is conducting with the boxer. He can hear the manager chuckling right beside him, and he would give anything in this world just to smash the person beside him into pieces. But he won’t - he can’t just retreat from the battle now, can he? Not when he actually has the chance to win.
“I’m sorry to crush your heart, but I don’t,” he pauses for a while to study the shocked look on the other’s face, then continues, “But I am pretty certain that you’ve been checking me out since the day I stepped inside this training center of yours.” A smile surfaces on his lips as he lets those last words pull themselves together to form a sentence. “So sorry, honey. Let’s just say I’m-” he pauses to search for the right word to use - taken? In the next millennium, perhaps. “I’m not interested.” He then sees the look on the manager’s face transform from that of shock to disgust, and eventually to frustration. And he is triumphant; he has successfully carried out his mission, save for the moment when the word he wanted to use was too elusive to be captured.
The game count? 2-0 and still counting.
“You owe me a date, lover.” He sharply turns his head to the direction of the person who has just walked away from him and his eyes widen in shock as he hears the statement. “I hope you’d be fine with a double-date. You know those two,” the manager points at the boxer and the sports reporter, then continues, “They’re quite an item, aren’t they? I don’t think we’d too bad a couple, either.”
He fights the urge to launch himself onto the manager and beat the living daylights out of him. He gives the other a wry smile instead, trying to look the least bit annoyed. “I’ll give you a call,” he calls out to the manager as the smile - or at least that is what it seems to be - on his lips fades and he clenches his fist. He sees the manager turn his heel to walk away and pause for a few second to blow a kiss his way. “I’ll be waiting.” And he notes the playful tone in the manager’s voice as the latter let those words slip from his lips.
2-2 on the scoreboard and, by some stroke of luck, the score becomes 2-3. Or 2-4? Maybe even 2-5.
… And still counting.
Tsuzuku.
Author: Hanabi Reeza [aoireeza]
Rating: PG-15
Genre: AU, Romance, Drama
Pairing: JaeMin, HoSu, MinSu (other pairs to follow)
Word Count: 1588 words
Disclaimers: These delicious boys are not mine. Boo.
Summary: The world was made to be round for a single purpose - to make people bump into each other. And the reason why people are made to bump into each other is for the world to see what happens to the people after the collision. The rest is history. JunSu's boss makes him do extra work, and he really doesn't mind. But well, ChangMin does. Or so he thinks.
** crossposted at hug______, _starcandy, min_su, and hosu_yongwonhi
Author's Notes: This took a while to write... ^^; No, really. I had a hard time detaching myself from the MinSu. JaeMin all the way, people. :D And just to make things clear, there will never be JaeHo in this fic. But there will be another pair. ^^ Enjoy~
The Second Game
Round Four: No Other Way - Not This Time Around
“AAAAAAHHH!!”
He bites his lower lip and scratches the back of his head. I - I need to go now. My training starts at ten in the morning - his manager cuts him in the middle of his sentence and reminds him that his training starts at eight in the morning; he is surprised yet he continues, nevertheless - I mean 8 a.m., and I’ll be around until late in the afternoon. I’ll be entertaining your questions tomorrow. He then bows to the young sports reporter as he runs after his manager - Jae, for the life of me, wait up!
“I HATE YOU, KIM JAEJOONG!”
He hears his manager chuckle. He takes a deep breath.
Shim ChangMin has just declared war.
---
“He thinks he’s so great, huh? Does he think he’ll win me over with a - a kiss? That bastard.”
He chuckles to himself, making sure that his friend wouldn’t hear him. He watches his friend mumble and grumble about the recent events - that kiss with that guy, as his friend puts it - and couldn’t help but let out hearty laugh. And you’re amused. Great. And he couldn’t help but let laughter fill him.
Oh shut up! But he couldn’t, and he raises his hands close to his chest, defending himself from his friend. I’m sorry, Min. It’s just that you’re all red and there’s a smile at the corner of your lips. And then he laughs some more as his friend’s features contort in disbelief.
You are dead, JunSu. You really are. But he doesn’t believe that his friend could ever kill him. Not now, at least, that his friend is driving and blushing madly.
Not when ChangMin is actually smiling and he doesn’t want to admit it.
---
“Your stalker is here, YunHo.”
He pushes his friend forward and shoots a glare at the manager in the process. He then gives the boxer a curt nod and a small smile - just because he respects the boxer and actually recognizes that he is human unlike the boxer’s manager. The boxer returns the smile and leads them to the lounging area of the training room. He simply urges his friend to follow the latter and tells his friend that he’ll just be waiting for him near the ring.
He sees the manager emerge from Lord knows where with four cups of coffee - he is actually surprised and touched, to some extent, that the manager might have remembered to make coffee for him. He watches the manager offer the two coffee and both smile at him. His lips curve into a smirk as he sees the manager walk to him.
“For courtesy’s sake, honey, take the cup. I know you want to.”
He takes back his previous statement - he is not, in any way, touched by the thought of being offered coffee. He is even having second thoughts on drinking the said beverage. Just because.
But, he thinks, two can play the same game.
Thank you, sweetheart. I’d like milk to go with this.
Bastard.
He wins this round by a knockout.
---
“I’ve got the data for the pilot episode of the show, sir. I know these aren’t enough but-”
He is cut short by the hand of his boss appearing right before his eyes in a flash. He watches the man with a scrutinizing gaze as his boss’s eyebrows furrow - he hopes that his boss is nowhere near dissatisfied. Perhaps just a little? It is his first time to be given such a heavy task and a big break, after all.
This would do - his boss pauses as he flips the pages of his preliminary report - but I need more. We need something that would catch the public’s attention… something like what this Jung YunHo dreams about the night before the match itself or what goes on his mind as he sees the fist of his opponent crashing against his face.
He takes a deep breath and gulps down hard. That would be quite hard, sir, he tells his boss, but the man simply shakes his head. I gave you this job because I know that you can do it, JunSu. Are you going to let me down now? And he notes that knowing smile on his boss’ lips that he hates so much because he is left with no choice but to actually do something humiliating just to get something - and he quotes his boss - that would catch the public’s attention. Perhaps he could ask YunHo if he actually dreams of his opponent the night before the match? There could be two possible outcomes - either he’d die laughing of YunHo’s answer or he’d be scared like hell upon hearing the boxer’s answer.
But that would indeed catch the public’s attention.
You have to get closer to him. His eyes bolt up upon hearing his boss’ statement and he fixes his eyes on his boss. You have to know and memorize every part of him like he’s your lover.
His boss pauses and looks at him intently as if trying to give more emphasis on his words - You have to make him yours.
He needs ChangMin, stat.
---
“You look like shit, Su.”
He gives his friend a glare and continues padding toward the door of the training center they’ve been visiting quite frequently these past few days. Much as he would want to retort and hit his friend like there’s no tomorrow, he could not; his eyes are failing him and so is his mind that has been babbling incoherent words due to his lack of rest and sleep. He gives his friend another glare as he hears a stifled laugh come from the other.
This is just not his day.
That - his friend pauses to ruffle his hair and he is, admittedly, mildly miffed by his friend’s action, but he shuns the though of giving his friend a good kick anywhere - is what happens when you become too engrossed in a certain person named Jung YunHo. And then he finds himself being jolted back to reality as he quickly retorts and raises an eyebrow - Say what? But his friend doesn’t reply and he resolves to just resuming what he has been doing prior to his friend’s immensely disturbing statement.
That is what he gets for having Shim ChangMin as his best friend.
He pauses in his tracks as the sound of his friend’s footsteps come to a gradual halt. You’ll be staying at my place for the time being, his friend tells him, and he simply gives his friend a blank stare.
“I can’t just stand here and let everyone see my best friend looking like shit, now, can I?”
And by some twist of fate, he finds the energy to erupt in a lovely peal of laughter.
---
“You have a crush on me, don’t you?”
He eyes the person beside him and gives him a glare. In your dreams, he replies, and he quickly turns his head away and fixes his gaze on his friend who is obviously too absorbed in the interview he is conducting with the boxer. He can hear the manager chuckling right beside him, and he would give anything in this world just to smash the person beside him into pieces. But he won’t - he can’t just retreat from the battle now, can he? Not when he actually has the chance to win.
“I’m sorry to crush your heart, but I don’t,” he pauses for a while to study the shocked look on the other’s face, then continues, “But I am pretty certain that you’ve been checking me out since the day I stepped inside this training center of yours.” A smile surfaces on his lips as he lets those last words pull themselves together to form a sentence. “So sorry, honey. Let’s just say I’m-” he pauses to search for the right word to use - taken? In the next millennium, perhaps. “I’m not interested.” He then sees the look on the manager’s face transform from that of shock to disgust, and eventually to frustration. And he is triumphant; he has successfully carried out his mission, save for the moment when the word he wanted to use was too elusive to be captured.
The game count? 2-0 and still counting.
“You owe me a date, lover.” He sharply turns his head to the direction of the person who has just walked away from him and his eyes widen in shock as he hears the statement. “I hope you’d be fine with a double-date. You know those two,” the manager points at the boxer and the sports reporter, then continues, “They’re quite an item, aren’t they? I don’t think we’d too bad a couple, either.”
He fights the urge to launch himself onto the manager and beat the living daylights out of him. He gives the other a wry smile instead, trying to look the least bit annoyed. “I’ll give you a call,” he calls out to the manager as the smile - or at least that is what it seems to be - on his lips fades and he clenches his fist. He sees the manager turn his heel to walk away and pause for a few second to blow a kiss his way. “I’ll be waiting.” And he notes the playful tone in the manager’s voice as the latter let those words slip from his lips.
2-2 on the scoreboard and, by some stroke of luck, the score becomes 2-3. Or 2-4? Maybe even 2-5.
… And still counting.
Tsuzuku.