BreakShot ch.3
Title: BreakShot
Author: florzhia
Pairing: Jason x Jinguk [Wooyoung x Taecyeon]
Rating: No idea, man.
Genre: Cool story, broh
Disclaimer: JYP is my husband~ so i do OWN 2PM's bodies and souls =]
Summary: I said it's my turn already?
NOTE: Listening "ONE WAY"
Chapter Three
“Fucking city” He curses in English, the anger is blinding him. The sensation of being rejected punched his perfect face. “Stupid asshole”
Jason walks in the middle of the night, near to his house there’s a park which he likes to visit when there’s nothing else to do. He waits even if he feels no one will come.
The grass is wet after yesterday’s rain, from some threes, the raindrops still falls. His new shoes are already dirty because of the mud, he missed New York’s warmness. Wishing he could call his mother, Jason kicks the ground and let his voice shout the scream of sorrow he hides inside. Because of his father, he left New York, he left the whole country to pursue his dream against his father’s will and ended living in unknown place by himself.
No one knows him, no friends were made and his arrogant personality along with the lack of Korean vocabulary doesn’t make it easy. Although, Jason is proud of himself, Kirin Art High School wants him and they even gave him the highest score in the audition.
The minutes of silence has calmed him down, he keeps walking until he sees him.
Being taller isn’t an impediment for him to dance as well Jason does, his longs legs hit the ground symmetrically and his arms follow the wind. Jason can’t believe what his eyes see, he hides behind a three and keep staring.
Jinguk is dancing as his life depends of it. He bites his lips and holds a painful expression but keeps moving his body. Jason can notice the raindrops falling over him, but Jinguk doesn’t care as long the song keeps playing, he won’t stop. As much he wants to deny it, he finds him more than just attractive and the dance is turning him on. How can deny it when Jinguk’s clothes are getting tighter to his body? His hair is darker than night, raindrops falls from his hair to his face as he tries to breathe while he dances and his lips looks swollen.
Music ends, Jason leaves his hideout and Jinguk rests. Jason’s hands hit each other, applauding Jinguk’s performance.
“Well done, I guess” He says proudly of being the only viewer. “We meet again”
“You” Jinguk whispers nervously, Jason can read his expression like an opened book.
“I was waiting you” Straight forward declaration confused Jinguk. “The note! Didn’t read it?”
“Sorry, I can’t understand English”.
“Oh, great”
“Shh…”
“Shh? What the hell, man?” Jinguk takes Jason’s arm and he pushes him against the three where Jason were hiding. “Fuck, they are here”
“Who? What?” Jinguk covers Jason’s mouth and hugs him closer.
“They’re searching for me. They can’t find me. Don’t make any noise. “Jason nods; the heat makes his cheeks go red. Jinguk is so close and yet so far away from what Jason wants from him. “Crap, they coming closer”.
Jason puts his hands over Jinguk’s face and pushes his lips against Jinguk’s. He’s kissing him slowly, enjoying the moment, forgetting the pressure Jinguk’s hands over his chest. Jinguk’s lips are soft and tiny but they became a new drug to Jason who asked for more as his length grow bigger by the caress of Jinguk’s waist.
“Are they gone?” Jason asked softly, a whisper which break the awkward moment between them. Jinguk doesn’t look around, his eyes are staring Jason’s and the only thing he does is breathing. “Jinguk?”
“Well, well. It isn’t our beloved Jinguk?” A man with suit walks near to them, he’s wearing a suit and his smiles took away all the color of Jinguk’s skin. Even Jason feels the fear and the cold sweat running from his forehead.
Author: florzhia
Pairing: Jason x Jinguk [Wooyoung x Taecyeon]
Rating: No idea, man.
Genre: Cool story, broh
Disclaimer: JYP is my husband~ so i do OWN 2PM's bodies and souls =]
Summary: I said it's my turn already?
NOTE: Listening "ONE WAY"
Chapter Three
“Fucking city” He curses in English, the anger is blinding him. The sensation of being rejected punched his perfect face. “Stupid asshole”
Jason walks in the middle of the night, near to his house there’s a park which he likes to visit when there’s nothing else to do. He waits even if he feels no one will come.
The grass is wet after yesterday’s rain, from some threes, the raindrops still falls. His new shoes are already dirty because of the mud, he missed New York’s warmness. Wishing he could call his mother, Jason kicks the ground and let his voice shout the scream of sorrow he hides inside. Because of his father, he left New York, he left the whole country to pursue his dream against his father’s will and ended living in unknown place by himself.
No one knows him, no friends were made and his arrogant personality along with the lack of Korean vocabulary doesn’t make it easy. Although, Jason is proud of himself, Kirin Art High School wants him and they even gave him the highest score in the audition.
The minutes of silence has calmed him down, he keeps walking until he sees him.
Being taller isn’t an impediment for him to dance as well Jason does, his longs legs hit the ground symmetrically and his arms follow the wind. Jason can’t believe what his eyes see, he hides behind a three and keep staring.
Jinguk is dancing as his life depends of it. He bites his lips and holds a painful expression but keeps moving his body. Jason can notice the raindrops falling over him, but Jinguk doesn’t care as long the song keeps playing, he won’t stop. As much he wants to deny it, he finds him more than just attractive and the dance is turning him on. How can deny it when Jinguk’s clothes are getting tighter to his body? His hair is darker than night, raindrops falls from his hair to his face as he tries to breathe while he dances and his lips looks swollen.
Music ends, Jason leaves his hideout and Jinguk rests. Jason’s hands hit each other, applauding Jinguk’s performance.
“Well done, I guess” He says proudly of being the only viewer. “We meet again”
“You” Jinguk whispers nervously, Jason can read his expression like an opened book.
“I was waiting you” Straight forward declaration confused Jinguk. “The note! Didn’t read it?”
“Sorry, I can’t understand English”.
“Oh, great”
“Shh…”
“Shh? What the hell, man?” Jinguk takes Jason’s arm and he pushes him against the three where Jason were hiding. “Fuck, they are here”
“Who? What?” Jinguk covers Jason’s mouth and hugs him closer.
“They’re searching for me. They can’t find me. Don’t make any noise. “Jason nods; the heat makes his cheeks go red. Jinguk is so close and yet so far away from what Jason wants from him. “Crap, they coming closer”.
Jason puts his hands over Jinguk’s face and pushes his lips against Jinguk’s. He’s kissing him slowly, enjoying the moment, forgetting the pressure Jinguk’s hands over his chest. Jinguk’s lips are soft and tiny but they became a new drug to Jason who asked for more as his length grow bigger by the caress of Jinguk’s waist.
“Are they gone?” Jason asked softly, a whisper which break the awkward moment between them. Jinguk doesn’t look around, his eyes are staring Jason’s and the only thing he does is breathing. “Jinguk?”
“Well, well. It isn’t our beloved Jinguk?” A man with suit walks near to them, he’s wearing a suit and his smiles took away all the color of Jinguk’s skin. Even Jason feels the fear and the cold sweat running from his forehead.