Casanova
Title: Casanova
Pairing: Junsu/? [wait and see =D ]
Length: 4 or 5 chapters. maybe less. hopefully.
Genre: slight angst, romance
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It didnt start out as love. It wasnt meant to be anything near it. Why does it seem to be heading that way?
A/N: I know i should post another chapter of Meant For Someone Else, but this is something i started a few months ago, but lost inspiration for. It's back now, so hopefully it'll be received well =]]
1. Game Start
You know it’s bad when your life is good and you’re just not satisfied. He wondered when he’d become so…bored. When had alcohol lost its tangy flavor? When had all the women blurred into similar, indistinct faces? When had partying all night and waking up next to strangers the next morning become a routine instead of a thrill? It was kind of sad when he thought about it. He was a decent sort of guy-lazy, definitely, but only because he could afford to be. He had the looks, the charm, and more than enough money to indulge in any vice. And he had. He’d seduced every kind of woman-from the virginally innocent to the seductively coy. He’d experimented with every type of man-from whimpering masochists and domineering sadists. He’d walked the walk, talked the talk, and played all the games. The question still remained.
What now?
--
Junsu had always known he wasn’t an office kind of guy. Offices were for people who enjoyed living and breathing inside the same four walls every day, people who were fond of reading endless commerce jargon off of seamless A4, 8 x 11 white bond paper. People like his brother. Junho was the older twin, even if just by a few measly minutes-minutes that Junsu, at the moment, did not envy him for. His hyung had always been better at being diplomatic, at being subtly commanding. He had that presence. One that was impossible to ignore. Even growing up Junsu had felt the pull his brother attracted in others-and Junsu wasn’t jealous at all.
Oh, he wasn’t stupid-far from it actually. He could run the family company just as well as Junho if matters came to that, but Junsu simply didn’t have the patience, or the drive to do so. His whole life had been dedicated to be the best, all in preparation for that one day he and his brother would be fit to inherit the family company. It never occurred to Junsu that the day would be so soon.
It filled him with a kind of dread, to imagine life existing only in the silent din of sedated conference rooms discussing nothing but business. How do you do it? He’d often ask his brother when they shared an occasional moment alone out on the balcony of the mansion. Do what? Junho would respond, tilting his head one way to mirror Junsu’s. They’d smile, take a sip of the expensive brandy they both detested but were hopelessly addicted to. It was reminiscent of their younger days, when business-both family and financial-hadn’t even been an issue. How can you tolerate sitting in a chair all day in the same room for hours on end without getting claustrophobic?
They’d stare at each other for a moment, confusion in the eyes of one and amusement in the other, before that silent understanding that only real twins could relate to, would surface and no answer would be needed. These days, they could barely be called twins. Sure, they looked enough alike to still be labeled twins, but they were just so different. They had different views on life, different goals, and different ways of living. It wasn’t hard to tell them apart. Junsu missed their easy camaraderie, missed the easy way they could read each other’s mind, could tell each other’s mood, and decipher one another’s expression. It had come to a point that was almost painful.
They’d spent their whole lives focusing on the family company that both had little time for relationships of any kind, depending mostly on each other and a choice few friends to keep them sane. Junho, being the people person that he was, had been able to branch out in college, joining various sports to excel in and make a few acquaintances. Likewise, Junsu had also branched out, partaking in the arts instead of sports, but didn’t meet with the same success in making friends like his brother had. By the time they’d finished college, Junsu was still heavily dependent on his brother’s presence, even if he’d never admit it. Now, however, he was being forced to acknowledge it.
With their father’s retirement looming just around the corner, Junsu knew that the growing separation would be imminent. His brother enjoyed offices after all, while Junsu shied away from sitting around staring at the same four walls every day. Junho would, naturally take the title of President and CEO, while Junsu would be handed the Vice President role. He didn’t hate it, but that doesn’t mean he had to like it either. Their promotion would mean even more countless hours in the office, solitude a constant friend with only business proposals to keep you entertained.
Junsu couldn’t take that, the thought of spending most of his life doing business and spending the rest of it doing the exact same thing was enough to make him hyperventilate. Junsu needed touch. Human contact. Someone who responded when spoken to and not just another command typed onto a computer screen. Why, oh why, did he think he could get it here?
Junsu eyed his current surroundings warily, mindful of the lifelike caricatures of naked men and women painted frolicking through greenery. He tried to keep the pink flush tingeing his cheeks to a minimum as he cautiously glanced at the less refined pictures of men taking men against walls, their intercourse a rough contrast to the painting of two women gently fondling each other on some delicate divan. He skimmed the more ‘interesting’ pictures, his eyes barely touching their canvas for fear of further embarrassing himself.
Was this really an office? He wondered, eyes cast down. He was sure that as long as he didn’t look up, there wouldn’t be any more naughty depictions of people in various states of undress. It’s so different from-What is-! Junsu’s eyes widened as he stared at the carpet. When he was first ushered into the unconventional office, his gaze immediately roamed the walls, wanting, but unable to look away from the images that hung there. He’d thought that staring at the multi-hued, sepia-toned carpeting was his only reprieve.
Until he realized that the carpet was the picture of a giant orgy.
Junsu shut his eyes, enhanced body parts swimming in his vision. Was it really right, coming here? Was he so desperate for company that he’d come here of all places? Just as quickly as the doubt had sprung in his mind, it disappeared. If there was one thing he’d learned while growing up in a business-oriented environment, it’s that indecision was your enemy. You had to know what you want before you could get it, and Junsu had already decided. As the door to the office opened, revealing the handsome owner and one of Junsu’s long time friends, he was glad for it.
“Junsu-yah,” Jaejoong opened his arms to welcome the younger man even before he’d come fully through the door. Junsu was pulled into a tight hug, one he returned quite well, he thought, even if it was a little weak. Then again it wasn’t everyday that you decide to go completely insane-well maybe in Jaejoong hyung’s case, it was, but that was another thing all together. And really, the man wasn’t anywhere near conventional, so Junsu didn’t think he’d mind the rather subdued greeting.
“Hey, hyung,” Junsu returned as Jaejoong ushered him back to his seat. Jaejoong took his own place behind the large desk, sitting in it like the boss that he was.
“It’s been a while Junsu-yah,” Jaejoong said, “How’s the Fam Bam? Does your father still have the stick I shoved up his ass the last time we met? Please tell me your brother isn’t still trying to follow in his footsteps. “
Junsu smiled despite the not-so-nice description of his patriarch. “The family’s fine. Junho’s still a workaholic, but mom’s been setting him on blind dates recently. He complains a lot, but I think he secretly enjoys them. It gives him a chance to loosen up and let loose the people-person in him, you know?”
“You would know,” Jaejoong smiled affectionately. “What with the whole telepathic twin thing. How about you? Your mother setting you up on dates too?” Junsu shook his head, small smile in place. Jaejoong didn’t like the fact that it didn’t reach his eyes. Kim Junsu was meant to smile. A frown had no business being on a face like that. At least that’s what Jaejoong liked to think. “Really, now? I’d have thought what she’d wanted for one child, she’d want for the other.”
“It’s not that she didn’t try,” Junsu replied. “I went on a couple, but after the first few times, she realized I wasn’t really enjoying myself, so she stopped.”
“Point for mommy dearest.” Jaejoong eyed the man in front of him, genuinely curious to know why he was there. There were a dozen other places they could have met, a lot of other, more respectable businesses that Jaejoong owned-and a couple he didn’t, but really, there wasn’t much that money couldn’t buy when placed in the right hands; his hands-that would have been more suitable for a friendly excursion. Except Junsu had been adamant in their brief phone call a few days ago, that they meet here, in Mirotic, Jaejoong’s host club of all places! Junsu was one of the most innocent people Jaejoong knew-and in his line of work, there really weren’t that many. He didn’t really blame Junsu’s father for not liking him at all. Any self respecting parent wouldn’t let Jaejoong anywhere near their offspring. It really was quite a wonder how he and Junsu had become friends-and managed to maintain it.
“So…dongsaeng,” Jaejoong started, finally deciding to get to the bottom of whatever it was that was occurring behind Junsu’s conflicted eyes. “Tell me: what brings you here?”
There’s a short silence in which a million thoughts, glanced at and discarded just as quickly, flash across Junsu’s face before the other man decides to settle for determined resignation. It’s there, in the way Junsu sits a little straighter, shoulders back, chin up, deep breath escaping into one sentence Jaejoong didn’t think he could believe. “Father is…retiring.”
“Really, now.” Jaejoong found himself saying, slight disbelief lacing his tone. The Kim patriarch was a well-known workaholic, with a penchant for following tradition, convention, and any other words ending in -tion to make him the walking prick that he was. And even if Jaejoong hadn’t had ample experience dealing with his stickler-for-propriety figure in the business world, he had countless memories of the man from school days long passed. “I am suitably shocked, thought I don’t really know how that pertains to you being here right now.”
Another deep breath and Junsu is once again spewing what could only be nonsense. “Junho and I are inheriting the company.”
Jaejoong nodded his head in understanding, though he’s sure it’s not for the right thing. He’d always known that Junsu didn’t want an office job-heck he’d even offered him a place at Mirotic (with an ass like that, sales would be through the roof!) just to give him something to fall back on. Junsu had, unfortunately, turned down the offer, something Jaejoong had fully expected, even if it made him a tad disapppinted. “It’s a lot sooner than I’m sure you expected, but really Su-ah, wasn’t that the plan from the beginning?”
“Yeah. Yeah it was.”
“Then…” Jaejoong didn’t really know where this was going, and that fact alone unnerved him. Junsu’s face was like a mirror to his soul-it was easy to tell what he was thinking. The fact that Jaejoong didn’t know right now just by looking at the face he’d grown to love (as a brother of course) over the years signaled something epic about to happen. “You still haven’t really answered my question. What does any of that have to do with why you’re sitting in the office of a disreputable business man whose sole cash capital comes from renting out good-looking male bodies to lonely housewives?”
A pregnant pause and then probably the most scandalous thing that Jaejoong had ever, could ever, would ever hear from Kim Junsu’s mouth came out.
“I’m not a housewife, but I would like to rent out one of your good-looking male bodies.”
Pairing: Junsu/? [wait and see =D ]
Length: 4 or 5 chapters. maybe less. hopefully.
Genre: slight angst, romance
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It didnt start out as love. It wasnt meant to be anything near it. Why does it seem to be heading that way?
A/N: I know i should post another chapter of Meant For Someone Else, but this is something i started a few months ago, but lost inspiration for. It's back now, so hopefully it'll be received well =]]
1. Game Start
You know it’s bad when your life is good and you’re just not satisfied. He wondered when he’d become so…bored. When had alcohol lost its tangy flavor? When had all the women blurred into similar, indistinct faces? When had partying all night and waking up next to strangers the next morning become a routine instead of a thrill? It was kind of sad when he thought about it. He was a decent sort of guy-lazy, definitely, but only because he could afford to be. He had the looks, the charm, and more than enough money to indulge in any vice. And he had. He’d seduced every kind of woman-from the virginally innocent to the seductively coy. He’d experimented with every type of man-from whimpering masochists and domineering sadists. He’d walked the walk, talked the talk, and played all the games. The question still remained.
What now?
--
Junsu had always known he wasn’t an office kind of guy. Offices were for people who enjoyed living and breathing inside the same four walls every day, people who were fond of reading endless commerce jargon off of seamless A4, 8 x 11 white bond paper. People like his brother. Junho was the older twin, even if just by a few measly minutes-minutes that Junsu, at the moment, did not envy him for. His hyung had always been better at being diplomatic, at being subtly commanding. He had that presence. One that was impossible to ignore. Even growing up Junsu had felt the pull his brother attracted in others-and Junsu wasn’t jealous at all.
Oh, he wasn’t stupid-far from it actually. He could run the family company just as well as Junho if matters came to that, but Junsu simply didn’t have the patience, or the drive to do so. His whole life had been dedicated to be the best, all in preparation for that one day he and his brother would be fit to inherit the family company. It never occurred to Junsu that the day would be so soon.
It filled him with a kind of dread, to imagine life existing only in the silent din of sedated conference rooms discussing nothing but business. How do you do it? He’d often ask his brother when they shared an occasional moment alone out on the balcony of the mansion. Do what? Junho would respond, tilting his head one way to mirror Junsu’s. They’d smile, take a sip of the expensive brandy they both detested but were hopelessly addicted to. It was reminiscent of their younger days, when business-both family and financial-hadn’t even been an issue. How can you tolerate sitting in a chair all day in the same room for hours on end without getting claustrophobic?
They’d stare at each other for a moment, confusion in the eyes of one and amusement in the other, before that silent understanding that only real twins could relate to, would surface and no answer would be needed. These days, they could barely be called twins. Sure, they looked enough alike to still be labeled twins, but they were just so different. They had different views on life, different goals, and different ways of living. It wasn’t hard to tell them apart. Junsu missed their easy camaraderie, missed the easy way they could read each other’s mind, could tell each other’s mood, and decipher one another’s expression. It had come to a point that was almost painful.
They’d spent their whole lives focusing on the family company that both had little time for relationships of any kind, depending mostly on each other and a choice few friends to keep them sane. Junho, being the people person that he was, had been able to branch out in college, joining various sports to excel in and make a few acquaintances. Likewise, Junsu had also branched out, partaking in the arts instead of sports, but didn’t meet with the same success in making friends like his brother had. By the time they’d finished college, Junsu was still heavily dependent on his brother’s presence, even if he’d never admit it. Now, however, he was being forced to acknowledge it.
With their father’s retirement looming just around the corner, Junsu knew that the growing separation would be imminent. His brother enjoyed offices after all, while Junsu shied away from sitting around staring at the same four walls every day. Junho would, naturally take the title of President and CEO, while Junsu would be handed the Vice President role. He didn’t hate it, but that doesn’t mean he had to like it either. Their promotion would mean even more countless hours in the office, solitude a constant friend with only business proposals to keep you entertained.
Junsu couldn’t take that, the thought of spending most of his life doing business and spending the rest of it doing the exact same thing was enough to make him hyperventilate. Junsu needed touch. Human contact. Someone who responded when spoken to and not just another command typed onto a computer screen. Why, oh why, did he think he could get it here?
Junsu eyed his current surroundings warily, mindful of the lifelike caricatures of naked men and women painted frolicking through greenery. He tried to keep the pink flush tingeing his cheeks to a minimum as he cautiously glanced at the less refined pictures of men taking men against walls, their intercourse a rough contrast to the painting of two women gently fondling each other on some delicate divan. He skimmed the more ‘interesting’ pictures, his eyes barely touching their canvas for fear of further embarrassing himself.
Was this really an office? He wondered, eyes cast down. He was sure that as long as he didn’t look up, there wouldn’t be any more naughty depictions of people in various states of undress. It’s so different from-What is-! Junsu’s eyes widened as he stared at the carpet. When he was first ushered into the unconventional office, his gaze immediately roamed the walls, wanting, but unable to look away from the images that hung there. He’d thought that staring at the multi-hued, sepia-toned carpeting was his only reprieve.
Until he realized that the carpet was the picture of a giant orgy.
Junsu shut his eyes, enhanced body parts swimming in his vision. Was it really right, coming here? Was he so desperate for company that he’d come here of all places? Just as quickly as the doubt had sprung in his mind, it disappeared. If there was one thing he’d learned while growing up in a business-oriented environment, it’s that indecision was your enemy. You had to know what you want before you could get it, and Junsu had already decided. As the door to the office opened, revealing the handsome owner and one of Junsu’s long time friends, he was glad for it.
“Junsu-yah,” Jaejoong opened his arms to welcome the younger man even before he’d come fully through the door. Junsu was pulled into a tight hug, one he returned quite well, he thought, even if it was a little weak. Then again it wasn’t everyday that you decide to go completely insane-well maybe in Jaejoong hyung’s case, it was, but that was another thing all together. And really, the man wasn’t anywhere near conventional, so Junsu didn’t think he’d mind the rather subdued greeting.
“Hey, hyung,” Junsu returned as Jaejoong ushered him back to his seat. Jaejoong took his own place behind the large desk, sitting in it like the boss that he was.
“It’s been a while Junsu-yah,” Jaejoong said, “How’s the Fam Bam? Does your father still have the stick I shoved up his ass the last time we met? Please tell me your brother isn’t still trying to follow in his footsteps. “
Junsu smiled despite the not-so-nice description of his patriarch. “The family’s fine. Junho’s still a workaholic, but mom’s been setting him on blind dates recently. He complains a lot, but I think he secretly enjoys them. It gives him a chance to loosen up and let loose the people-person in him, you know?”
“You would know,” Jaejoong smiled affectionately. “What with the whole telepathic twin thing. How about you? Your mother setting you up on dates too?” Junsu shook his head, small smile in place. Jaejoong didn’t like the fact that it didn’t reach his eyes. Kim Junsu was meant to smile. A frown had no business being on a face like that. At least that’s what Jaejoong liked to think. “Really, now? I’d have thought what she’d wanted for one child, she’d want for the other.”
“It’s not that she didn’t try,” Junsu replied. “I went on a couple, but after the first few times, she realized I wasn’t really enjoying myself, so she stopped.”
“Point for mommy dearest.” Jaejoong eyed the man in front of him, genuinely curious to know why he was there. There were a dozen other places they could have met, a lot of other, more respectable businesses that Jaejoong owned-and a couple he didn’t, but really, there wasn’t much that money couldn’t buy when placed in the right hands; his hands-that would have been more suitable for a friendly excursion. Except Junsu had been adamant in their brief phone call a few days ago, that they meet here, in Mirotic, Jaejoong’s host club of all places! Junsu was one of the most innocent people Jaejoong knew-and in his line of work, there really weren’t that many. He didn’t really blame Junsu’s father for not liking him at all. Any self respecting parent wouldn’t let Jaejoong anywhere near their offspring. It really was quite a wonder how he and Junsu had become friends-and managed to maintain it.
“So…dongsaeng,” Jaejoong started, finally deciding to get to the bottom of whatever it was that was occurring behind Junsu’s conflicted eyes. “Tell me: what brings you here?”
There’s a short silence in which a million thoughts, glanced at and discarded just as quickly, flash across Junsu’s face before the other man decides to settle for determined resignation. It’s there, in the way Junsu sits a little straighter, shoulders back, chin up, deep breath escaping into one sentence Jaejoong didn’t think he could believe. “Father is…retiring.”
“Really, now.” Jaejoong found himself saying, slight disbelief lacing his tone. The Kim patriarch was a well-known workaholic, with a penchant for following tradition, convention, and any other words ending in -tion to make him the walking prick that he was. And even if Jaejoong hadn’t had ample experience dealing with his stickler-for-propriety figure in the business world, he had countless memories of the man from school days long passed. “I am suitably shocked, thought I don’t really know how that pertains to you being here right now.”
Another deep breath and Junsu is once again spewing what could only be nonsense. “Junho and I are inheriting the company.”
Jaejoong nodded his head in understanding, though he’s sure it’s not for the right thing. He’d always known that Junsu didn’t want an office job-heck he’d even offered him a place at Mirotic (with an ass like that, sales would be through the roof!) just to give him something to fall back on. Junsu had, unfortunately, turned down the offer, something Jaejoong had fully expected, even if it made him a tad disapppinted. “It’s a lot sooner than I’m sure you expected, but really Su-ah, wasn’t that the plan from the beginning?”
“Yeah. Yeah it was.”
“Then…” Jaejoong didn’t really know where this was going, and that fact alone unnerved him. Junsu’s face was like a mirror to his soul-it was easy to tell what he was thinking. The fact that Jaejoong didn’t know right now just by looking at the face he’d grown to love (as a brother of course) over the years signaled something epic about to happen. “You still haven’t really answered my question. What does any of that have to do with why you’re sitting in the office of a disreputable business man whose sole cash capital comes from renting out good-looking male bodies to lonely housewives?”
A pregnant pause and then probably the most scandalous thing that Jaejoong had ever, could ever, would ever hear from Kim Junsu’s mouth came out.
“I’m not a housewife, but I would like to rent out one of your good-looking male bodies.”