(dbsk; fanfic) I hate you like I love you
Yunho/Jaejoong | PG
everyone knows that Kim Jaejoong hates Jung Yunho
Yunho dances like he’s on fire; his entire body shakes to the thumps of the music, his moves were powerful and strong and when he does those pelvic thrusts he is so well known for, the crowd goes wild. They roar with him, scream out the lyrics with him. The adrenaline rush drives him crazy; he jumps off the stage, running towards the crowds, reaching out to everyone.
The security hates Yunho's guts as they try to contain the crowd behind the fences.
Yunho knows how to drive his fans crazy with need and lust and he knows how to control them; he knows how to make their fingers and toes curls, he knows how to make them moan. He gives them pain. He gives them pleasure.
He is a fucking rockstar.
"Great show. Fantastic!" His manager greets him backstage with a towel and a bottle of glucose. "You are the man."
"Hyung." Yunho smirks, gulping down grateful amounts of glucose. "Tell me something I don't know."
"Brat." His manager smiles at the singer. "An hour rest and you have an interview with Time Out and then home."
"Cool." Yunho shrugs, stripping himself off his shirt and flexing his tired muscles. "I'm going to shower before the interview." Yunho informs his manage and picks up a magazine that’s lying on the table top as he heads towards the showers. It’s the city’s local tabloids.
This is Yunho’s favorite part.
He flips to page three and there it is, without a doubt; socialite and columnist Kim Jaejoong’s article on the current music trend.
“It’s come to my notice,” Jaejoong’s written in his article. “That everyone’s taste in music seems to be dropping. Somehow, music these days is all about being seen and not heard; one such example that comes instantly into my mind as I pen this is the latest single released by Jung Yunho. No offense to him and his fans, but he sucks.”
Yunho’s used to this, used to reading this guy’s column that’s published in nearly every tabloid Asia has to print. And though, Kim Jaejoong’s hate for everything and anything Yunho is quite evident through his writing, Yunho never misses to read it.
His manager says he’s crazy; but Yunho likes to think this is critical criticism that most people lack in giving.
“To be quite honest,” Yunho continues to read; “I would like my dear, loyal readers to pay attention to artists who don’t use their company names to hype themselves in the music industry. Like Jang Guen Suek, his latest song Nature Boy about nature and nature’s way is what young listeners should be listening to. Not to crude and vulgar songs like the ones a certain Jung Yunho comes up with.”
Yunho bursts out laughing as he places the paper down and enters his shower. Yunho has no idea what makes Kim Jaejoong hate him so much but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy every minute of it.
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“How would you describe your ideal woman?”
Yunho sits with the Time Out interviewer, diligently answering all the questions and trying his best to suppress his yawn. In his defense, he’s just completed a two hour concert, two hours of jumping around, singing, dancing, screaming and followed up by a hot shower, he is bound to be sleepy. And who the hell schedules an interview right after a concert?
Yunho, in his mind, kicks his manager’s butt.
“Hm, my ideal woman.” Yunho smiles secretively. “I actually, have a confession to make.”
The interviewer looks more interested all of a sudden, sits up straight and looks at Yunho with widened eyes. “Yes?” He asks. “What is it?”
“I am in love with all my fans.” Yunho laughs and the interviewer glares at him for a fraction of a second and forces out a laughter. “But, on a serious note,” Yunho continues. “My ideal woman should be intelligent but kind of dorky, you know? She should be able to crack lame jokes and yet compose herself as a confident person. She should be able to make my house a home.”
Yunho has actually lost count of how many times he’s rehearsed that answer; it’s the same question again and again and he gives the same answer but only rephrases it a bit here and a bit there.
“Alright, last question.”
Yunho thanks his lucky stars.
“What do you think of Kim Jaejoong? He publicly talks about how he much he dislikes you, what do you have to say to that?”
Yunho smiles, leans back into the chair and crosses his leg; “Well, I think I could like to point out that, Jaejoong-sshi has never expressed his dislike towards me. It’s always been about my music or my music videos and I would actually like to thank him because the fact that he makes me the center of his word is truly very flattering. If Kim Jaejoong-sshi reads this, I’d like to say thank you and please continue to look after me.”
The interviewer smiles at Yunho slyly, as though he knows that Yunho’s up to. They bow down to each and bid each other goodbye and Yunho, like a zombie, walks to his room and passes out.
+
Yunho stretches out on his sofa and switches on the television; it’s his day off and all Yunho wants to do is sit on his sofa and watch mindless television, sipping on his can of beer. He’s made sure to switch off his phone and he’s also unplugged his home phone line; if anyone wanted to get in touch with Yunho, they’d have to come to his apartment.
Yunho sighs, continuing to sip on his beer when some loud entertainment program starts on the television; the host of the show looks too happy and she’s in a tight, glittery dress equipped with a pair of five inch heels and her face is caked with make up; so much so that her face looks a tone lighter than the rest of her body.
Yunho groans and he’s about to change channels when she starts the show; “Hello everyone, today we’d like open our program with the hottest controversy that’s going in the music industry. What does Kim Jaejoong have to say to Jung Yunho’s ‘apparent’ thank you message published in the Time Out magazine? Have a look.”
Yunho increases the volume on the show and Kim Jaejoong’s face zooms in on his screen; Jaejoong is at some press conference and he’s got his shades on and he looks like a poisonous snake that knows no mercy.
“Jaejoong-sshi, we’re guessing you read Jung Yunho’s message to you on the Time Out magazine?” someone asks from the crowd.
Jaejoong smiles slyly and leans in to the microphone; “I don’t see why we have to talk about people who are not here. If I want to say anything to Yunho-sshi, I’ll be telling it to his face the next time I see him. Next question please?”
Yunho lets out a frustrated noise, mutes the television and yells; “Babe, what the fuck?!”
Jaejoong walks out of the kitchen, sheepishly smiling at his boyfriend; “You saw that?” He giggles and Yunho is caught between wanting to kiss him and shout at him.
“Why would you say that? Now, the fans are going to go crazy.”
“You started it.” Jaejoong huffs and pouts. “Why would you be all ‘oh my god Kim Jaejoong thank you so much I love you’?” He says, putting his hands on his hips.
“Two can play the game, Yunho.”
Yunho laughs and walks over to Jaejoong; “Oh god, I’d hate you so much if I didn’t love you.” Yunho says, kissing Jaejoong.
“You meatloaf.” Jaejoong sighs and kisses Yunho back.
“You made my favorite stew, didn’t you? You rat you.” Yunho says, tickling Jaejoong.
Jaejoong squeaks and struggles to free himself from Yunho’s grip.
“You don’t really like Nature boy, do you?”
“Oh god, that awful video? God, no. I don’t even know how high Guen Suek was when he made it.”
“My video is the best, right?”
“It’s better than the best.”
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a/n: hehehehehehe!
okay so it all started because I saw this picture of Jaejoong looking like a motherfucking hottie and it just started from there on twitter - basically~! Hope you guys liked it ^_^
everyone knows that Kim Jaejoong hates Jung Yunho
Yunho dances like he’s on fire; his entire body shakes to the thumps of the music, his moves were powerful and strong and when he does those pelvic thrusts he is so well known for, the crowd goes wild. They roar with him, scream out the lyrics with him. The adrenaline rush drives him crazy; he jumps off the stage, running towards the crowds, reaching out to everyone.
The security hates Yunho's guts as they try to contain the crowd behind the fences.
Yunho knows how to drive his fans crazy with need and lust and he knows how to control them; he knows how to make their fingers and toes curls, he knows how to make them moan. He gives them pain. He gives them pleasure.
He is a fucking rockstar.
"Great show. Fantastic!" His manager greets him backstage with a towel and a bottle of glucose. "You are the man."
"Hyung." Yunho smirks, gulping down grateful amounts of glucose. "Tell me something I don't know."
"Brat." His manager smiles at the singer. "An hour rest and you have an interview with Time Out and then home."
"Cool." Yunho shrugs, stripping himself off his shirt and flexing his tired muscles. "I'm going to shower before the interview." Yunho informs his manage and picks up a magazine that’s lying on the table top as he heads towards the showers. It’s the city’s local tabloids.
This is Yunho’s favorite part.
He flips to page three and there it is, without a doubt; socialite and columnist Kim Jaejoong’s article on the current music trend.
“It’s come to my notice,” Jaejoong’s written in his article. “That everyone’s taste in music seems to be dropping. Somehow, music these days is all about being seen and not heard; one such example that comes instantly into my mind as I pen this is the latest single released by Jung Yunho. No offense to him and his fans, but he sucks.”
Yunho’s used to this, used to reading this guy’s column that’s published in nearly every tabloid Asia has to print. And though, Kim Jaejoong’s hate for everything and anything Yunho is quite evident through his writing, Yunho never misses to read it.
His manager says he’s crazy; but Yunho likes to think this is critical criticism that most people lack in giving.
“To be quite honest,” Yunho continues to read; “I would like my dear, loyal readers to pay attention to artists who don’t use their company names to hype themselves in the music industry. Like Jang Guen Suek, his latest song Nature Boy about nature and nature’s way is what young listeners should be listening to. Not to crude and vulgar songs like the ones a certain Jung Yunho comes up with.”
Yunho bursts out laughing as he places the paper down and enters his shower. Yunho has no idea what makes Kim Jaejoong hate him so much but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy every minute of it.
+
“How would you describe your ideal woman?”
Yunho sits with the Time Out interviewer, diligently answering all the questions and trying his best to suppress his yawn. In his defense, he’s just completed a two hour concert, two hours of jumping around, singing, dancing, screaming and followed up by a hot shower, he is bound to be sleepy. And who the hell schedules an interview right after a concert?
Yunho, in his mind, kicks his manager’s butt.
“Hm, my ideal woman.” Yunho smiles secretively. “I actually, have a confession to make.”
The interviewer looks more interested all of a sudden, sits up straight and looks at Yunho with widened eyes. “Yes?” He asks. “What is it?”
“I am in love with all my fans.” Yunho laughs and the interviewer glares at him for a fraction of a second and forces out a laughter. “But, on a serious note,” Yunho continues. “My ideal woman should be intelligent but kind of dorky, you know? She should be able to crack lame jokes and yet compose herself as a confident person. She should be able to make my house a home.”
Yunho has actually lost count of how many times he’s rehearsed that answer; it’s the same question again and again and he gives the same answer but only rephrases it a bit here and a bit there.
“Alright, last question.”
Yunho thanks his lucky stars.
“What do you think of Kim Jaejoong? He publicly talks about how he much he dislikes you, what do you have to say to that?”
Yunho smiles, leans back into the chair and crosses his leg; “Well, I think I could like to point out that, Jaejoong-sshi has never expressed his dislike towards me. It’s always been about my music or my music videos and I would actually like to thank him because the fact that he makes me the center of his word is truly very flattering. If Kim Jaejoong-sshi reads this, I’d like to say thank you and please continue to look after me.”
The interviewer smiles at Yunho slyly, as though he knows that Yunho’s up to. They bow down to each and bid each other goodbye and Yunho, like a zombie, walks to his room and passes out.
+
Yunho stretches out on his sofa and switches on the television; it’s his day off and all Yunho wants to do is sit on his sofa and watch mindless television, sipping on his can of beer. He’s made sure to switch off his phone and he’s also unplugged his home phone line; if anyone wanted to get in touch with Yunho, they’d have to come to his apartment.
Yunho sighs, continuing to sip on his beer when some loud entertainment program starts on the television; the host of the show looks too happy and she’s in a tight, glittery dress equipped with a pair of five inch heels and her face is caked with make up; so much so that her face looks a tone lighter than the rest of her body.
Yunho groans and he’s about to change channels when she starts the show; “Hello everyone, today we’d like open our program with the hottest controversy that’s going in the music industry. What does Kim Jaejoong have to say to Jung Yunho’s ‘apparent’ thank you message published in the Time Out magazine? Have a look.”
Yunho increases the volume on the show and Kim Jaejoong’s face zooms in on his screen; Jaejoong is at some press conference and he’s got his shades on and he looks like a poisonous snake that knows no mercy.
“Jaejoong-sshi, we’re guessing you read Jung Yunho’s message to you on the Time Out magazine?” someone asks from the crowd.
Jaejoong smiles slyly and leans in to the microphone; “I don’t see why we have to talk about people who are not here. If I want to say anything to Yunho-sshi, I’ll be telling it to his face the next time I see him. Next question please?”
Yunho lets out a frustrated noise, mutes the television and yells; “Babe, what the fuck?!”
Jaejoong walks out of the kitchen, sheepishly smiling at his boyfriend; “You saw that?” He giggles and Yunho is caught between wanting to kiss him and shout at him.
“Why would you say that? Now, the fans are going to go crazy.”
“You started it.” Jaejoong huffs and pouts. “Why would you be all ‘oh my god Kim Jaejoong thank you so much I love you’?” He says, putting his hands on his hips.
“Two can play the game, Yunho.”
Yunho laughs and walks over to Jaejoong; “Oh god, I’d hate you so much if I didn’t love you.” Yunho says, kissing Jaejoong.
“You meatloaf.” Jaejoong sighs and kisses Yunho back.
“You made my favorite stew, didn’t you? You rat you.” Yunho says, tickling Jaejoong.
Jaejoong squeaks and struggles to free himself from Yunho’s grip.
“You don’t really like Nature boy, do you?”
“Oh god, that awful video? God, no. I don’t even know how high Guen Suek was when he made it.”
“My video is the best, right?”
“It’s better than the best.”
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a/n: hehehehehehe!
okay so it all started because I saw this picture of Jaejoong looking like a motherfucking hottie and it just started from there on twitter - basically~! Hope you guys liked it ^_^