Cheating and Misogyny: Final
Title: Cheating and Misogyny: Part 2
Pairing: Jaemin, Hosu, Yunchun, Homin, Yoomin
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble
Genre: angst, drama, romance, some humor, some fluff, bitter people, etc.
Disclaimer: Not even necessary.
Summary: Women and men being cheating assholes. And other things, not really.
AN: I wrote these after reading this post: my muse. This is basically my way of saying I'm not okay with this.
Tact, Jaemin
His eyes held a mix of disgust and anger for the man in front of him.
“Don’t misunderstand baby.”
“I don’t think there is a way to misunderstand this situation.”
“I.....I....It just kind of happened.”
“At least it didn’t just kind of happen in my bed.” The man in front of him looks affronted like he is insulted by the very idea that he could think that about him.
He scoffs and can’t keep the chuckle in. “You’re having sex with my brother in the hotel that I work at. You don’t have the right to be insulted.”
Patience, Hosu
The first time Yunho had cheated Junsu had taken it in stride. Their marriage was arranged and Yunho had been dating at the time.
The second time Yunho cheats, Junsu cries and spends the night getting drunk. He stumbles home when Yunho calls, yelling at him to come home.
The third time Junsu catches him, he puts him out. He follows him to a hotel and watches him pick up a curvy brunette in the lobby.
The numbers just kept piling up.
Until their fifth anniversary rolls around and Yunho doesn’t show up. Junsu decides it’s time to stop counting.
Amiability, Yunchun
She was great. Awesome personality and pretty, but they didn’t work as a married couple. Even though he knew it was true, he knew he couldn’t use it to explain away his cheating.
He had met Yunho at a party. They had become fast friends, then lovers. They met up every weekend and occasionally in the office during work hours for their trysts.
He knew when she found out. Still he hadn’t been able to stop.
He came home and found her crying. As she told him to go and be happy, he realized how much he didn’t deserve her.
Modesty, Homin
Changmin couldn’t deny his beauty. It had made even the strict and upright Yunho cheat on his darling wife. Changmin was enjoying every second of torturing Minji, his cousin, who had taken everything from him with her bowing, scraping, and smiling. She had gained the favor of the court and in the process he had lost his place as the people’s favorite.
The smile never left his face as he slid into Yunho, hard, making him beg, scream his name. The satisfaction as she walks in, the look on her face as she backs out, retreating footsteps, it felt good.
Grace, Yoomin
Changmin decides there is only way to handle the situation.
He gestures to his secretary to take a picture of the sunrise. He doesn’t stop putting on his cufflinks. Someone hands him his jacket. He slides it on and hands reach up to smooth his suit, straighten his tie, and tousle his hair. He thanks the assistants for the help before turning.
He dictates an email, phone call, and memo to his secretary. The noise increases as he walks down the hall. He pauses at his bedroom door. Breathes in, pushes. His poker face in place.
“We’re getting a divorce.”
Pairing: Jaemin, Hosu, Yunchun, Homin, Yoomin
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble
Genre: angst, drama, romance, some humor, some fluff, bitter people, etc.
Disclaimer: Not even necessary.
Summary: Women and men being cheating assholes. And other things, not really.
AN: I wrote these after reading this post: my muse. This is basically my way of saying I'm not okay with this.
Tact, Jaemin
His eyes held a mix of disgust and anger for the man in front of him.
“Don’t misunderstand baby.”
“I don’t think there is a way to misunderstand this situation.”
“I.....I....It just kind of happened.”
“At least it didn’t just kind of happen in my bed.” The man in front of him looks affronted like he is insulted by the very idea that he could think that about him.
He scoffs and can’t keep the chuckle in. “You’re having sex with my brother in the hotel that I work at. You don’t have the right to be insulted.”
Patience, Hosu
The first time Yunho had cheated Junsu had taken it in stride. Their marriage was arranged and Yunho had been dating at the time.
The second time Yunho cheats, Junsu cries and spends the night getting drunk. He stumbles home when Yunho calls, yelling at him to come home.
The third time Junsu catches him, he puts him out. He follows him to a hotel and watches him pick up a curvy brunette in the lobby.
The numbers just kept piling up.
Until their fifth anniversary rolls around and Yunho doesn’t show up. Junsu decides it’s time to stop counting.
Amiability, Yunchun
She was great. Awesome personality and pretty, but they didn’t work as a married couple. Even though he knew it was true, he knew he couldn’t use it to explain away his cheating.
He had met Yunho at a party. They had become fast friends, then lovers. They met up every weekend and occasionally in the office during work hours for their trysts.
He knew when she found out. Still he hadn’t been able to stop.
He came home and found her crying. As she told him to go and be happy, he realized how much he didn’t deserve her.
Modesty, Homin
Changmin couldn’t deny his beauty. It had made even the strict and upright Yunho cheat on his darling wife. Changmin was enjoying every second of torturing Minji, his cousin, who had taken everything from him with her bowing, scraping, and smiling. She had gained the favor of the court and in the process he had lost his place as the people’s favorite.
The smile never left his face as he slid into Yunho, hard, making him beg, scream his name. The satisfaction as she walks in, the look on her face as she backs out, retreating footsteps, it felt good.
Grace, Yoomin
Changmin decides there is only way to handle the situation.
He gestures to his secretary to take a picture of the sunrise. He doesn’t stop putting on his cufflinks. Someone hands him his jacket. He slides it on and hands reach up to smooth his suit, straighten his tie, and tousle his hair. He thanks the assistants for the help before turning.
He dictates an email, phone call, and memo to his secretary. The noise increases as he walks down the hall. He pauses at his bedroom door. Breathes in, pushes. His poker face in place.
“We’re getting a divorce.”