J.A.E.S.U. [Chapter - 1]
Title: J.A.E.S.U. (Just After Every Slut's Underwear)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: ...Disclaim is not in my vocabulary 8D
Length: [1/?]
Pairings: Jaesu, Hanchul, (YooSu???) o.O
Genre: Romantic comedy
Rating: PG-13 (Some dialogue and stuff...)
Summary: Jaejoong has always been the dumper, never the dumpee. One could call him a player, but he prefers a more accurate name. A professional. But when his latest love interest suddenly turns his back on him, he begins to question whether he's lost his game. After agreeing to a bet with his good friend Kim Heechul, Jaejoong's newest challenge is the virgin new guy, Junsu. In this new territory, can Jaejoong withhold his reputation and claim this Junsu person as his own? Will he want to let go once the bet is over?
A/N: So far I'm already having fun with this just by thinking of the name. xDD Seriously. Where did that come from?? My muses need to quit throwing Skittles at me. ._.
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B.E.T. (Bait Eagerly Taken)
“You’ve always failed at humor, Yunho babe. Just…stop.”
Yunho held his steady gaze and crossed his arms.
Jaejoong let out a nervous laugh. “Are you mad because I wanted to top last time? Listen, I promise next time I’ll be a good little whore accept your big-“
“There won’t be a next time.”
Jaejoong’s sultry smile lingered on his lips for a moment as his liquid black eyes darted between Yunho’s, searching for a sign, any sign that it was a joke or just a bad dream.
No one breaks up Kim Jaejoong.
Jaejoong could almost see the words “No One” tattooed to the taller man’s forehead in cruel jest at what was his reality.
“Yunho babe-“
“Just call me Yunho.”
In an instant, Jaejoong drew in a long, hot breath and stepped forward until he was no more than four millimeters from the other’s nose. Or rather, his nose leveled with Yunho’s chin.
“Look, Hercules. I don’t know what your problem is, but if you’re not crazy or tripping off some bad Ecstasy, then I suggest you get on your knees like a good little boy and take that back.”
Yunho’s eyes lifted towards the bright blue sky and he let out a sigh. “Jaejoong…” He said a bit more gently.
“That’s right…” Jaejoong smirked in satisfaction. There wasn’t anyone on earth who had the balls or stupidity to reject his power for no good reason. Or any reason, for that matter. He began nibbling on the space between Yunho’s neck and shoulder and slowly, possessively slid his fingers around the waist of Yunho’s jeans.
Abruptly, Yunho jerked back and swatted away Jaejoong’s wandering hands. Without a word, he simply glared at the older man, his tongue roughly swiping the inside of his cheek in defiance.
Jaejoong’s eyes widened. This was impossible. This was unnatural. Jaejoong’s dark eyes hardened. “Yunho… You had better not be acting like this because you’re dropping your pants for someone else.”
Yunho’s face scrunched up in disgust and scoffed as if ridding himself of a bad taste in his mouth. “Me?
Someone else? I should be asking the same thing of you.”
Jaejoong relaxed a bit once again and shook his head. Everyone he had been with had this problem at least once in their relationship with him, but those kinds of accusations were never true. Jaejoong didn’t like to juggle more than one toy at a time. Just too much work.
“Yun baby, there has never been anyone else but you. If you want me to prove it, then I’ve got evidence that I’m innocent right here in my back pocket if you want to reach in and get it…”
“But there will be someone after me,” Yunho spat, his face slowly growing a dangerous shade of red. “And someone after that one. And another one after that. I am not a tissue for you to wipe the cum off your thigh and toss into the trash can, Jaejoong. You know you’ll never last with just one person for longer than a cheap battery.”
“Then why were you the one that first kissed me in the middle of the coffee shop that day?” Jaejoong shot back, hoping, praying the volume of his voice would hide the embarrassing way his voice was beginning to quiver.
Yunho didn’t answer for a minute. Just stood, boring his angry glare into the other’s intense gaze until a group of college students began trickling out of the science building nearby.
“Because I thought I could change you,” Yunho’s voice was lower, yet lighter than the spring breeze that brushed by the two as they stood in heavy silence. “But you don’t change, Jaejoong. You don’t change.”
A moment passed and the two took a deep breath. One for the courage to move on. One for the extra oxygen that would keep his world from spinning.
For the first time in his life, Jaejoong witnessed the sight of a man’s back receding into the distance with no intension of turning back.
Jaejoong needed a drink.
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“Man, that is sick!”
“I know! The only place that toothbrush didn’t rub against was the ceiling.”
“Awesome!”
“I know!”
Changmin quaked in uncontrollable laughter and Heechul smacked the other on the back, while dribbling a stream of beer down his own shirt with three prominent Greek letters adorning the front.
They were wasted. But they were worse when sober.
“What else?!” Changmin shouted before downing the rest of his glass.
“Waddayamean ‘What else’?” Heechul slurred while jutting his elbow into Jaejoong’s ribcage. “Yesung brushed his teeth. Tha’s what else. And ya know what else, what else?”
“What else, what else?!”
“It was epic!”
The two dissolved into loud, drunken giggles while Jaejoong sipped on his water and stared off into the middle of the bar. There had to be someone to seduce. Anyone. Just for one night.
“Didn’t the toothbrush look nasty?” Changmin managed through long, labored breaths.
“Nah. Kangin cleaned it up real nice in the toilet. That kid probably still doesn’t know.”
“Holla!”
Jaejoong had been happily tuning out his friends’ alcohol-induced playtime, until gravity dragged the weight of Changmin’s head onto his shoulder and the taller man poured happy-smiley-beer-breath in his face.
Roughly shrugging Changmin off without caring whether or not the sudden motion would send the kid reeling in the opposite direction and sprawling out on the floor, Jaejoong lightly clucked his tongue.
“Don’ chu have any questions, Jae?” It was Heechul’s turn to lean in uncomfortably close and spray booze breath into Jaejoong’s nostrils.
“You realize that kid might have hepatitis, now, right?” He placed a hand on Heechul’s chest and replaced the man back into his own personal space.
“Hepa-wah…?!” The volume of Changmin’s voice almost echoed off the sticky wood as he let his head loll around on the table.
Jaejoong flicked Changmin’s ear. “I thought you were taking honor’s classes, Mr. Dean’s List.”
“I am!” He shouted and shot his head up from the table to look Jaejoong (somewhat) in the eye. “You were jus’ talkingtoofast!”
“You don’t have to yell. How many drinks did you have, Min?”
“Er…sixty-nine…sixty-nine good…”
Heechul giggled and Jaejoong rolled his eyes with a tiny smile. He wasn’t even sure if the kid was legal yet.
“Changmin, spell your name.”
“C…A…”
“Hey.”
The three looked up (Well, Heechul and Jaejoong looked up. Changmin squinted around confusedly as if the voice had come from God.) to see a tall man with dark, expecting eyes and a flirtatious smile.
The other two glanced at Jaejoong expectantly while the latter didn’t so much as give the guy a thorough once over.
He confidently offered Jaejoong a hand without hesitation or breaking eye contact. “I’m Jinwoo. You’re Jaejoong, right?”
“Yes, I am.” Jaejoong paid no attention to the hand outstretched in front of him.
“How about we-“
“No, thanks.”
Jinwoo blinked as if the other had just slapped him and his smile dissolved. “What?”
“No, thanks. You’re much too young for me.”
“But-“
“Goodbye,” With a thin smile plastered on his face, Jaejoong watched the other wander dejectedly away to another table on the far side of the room.
Too easy. He can’t just have people lining up to get to him. Where is the chase? It took incredible skill to get Yunho to break out of his shell and succumb to Jaejoong.
Changmin and Heechul gawked at him until Jaejoong’s icy glare told them to cut it out and say something already.
“What was that?” Heechul squinted suspiciously. “You don’t care about age. Just as long as they’re legal.”
Before Jaejoong could open his mouth, Changmin sloppily shoved Heechul’s shoulder and picked up another glass. “HehasYunho. You know he doesn’t play more than one game at a time. ‘s too classy.”
With a sigh, Jaejoong ran his finger up and down the condensation forming on the side of his glass of heavily iced water. “About Yunho…. He-“
“Don’t tell me you broke up with him already,” Heechul supported his chin in one hand and looked intently at Jaejoong.
Fighting down, angry butterflies, Jaejoong opened his mouth, “Actually-“
“Of course he did!” Changmin interrupted. “He’s been with Yunho for three months already. That guy was getting stale. Way over due for a dumping.”
“He’s not a piece of bread,” Jaejoong said, sounding stronger than he felt. It was so strange, this feeling. It was completely foreign to him, as if some other life form had slipped into his body, taken something away, and simply left him to fester. What exactly was taken, he couldn’t figure out.
“I love you, hyung!” Changmin suddenly shouted in Jaejoong’s ear, bumping his glass of water onto the floor.
“I’m right here, idiot,” Changmin had a slight tendency to shout when he was drunk and Jaejoong had a tendency to bite when he was pissed, not to mention thirsty.
“Whatever,” Heechul continued and leaned back in his chair with a lazy smile. “Something is up with you. I know you dropped Yunho, so in any other circumstance, you would’ve had that Ryeowook guy up against a wall somewhere by now. Are you bored? Need a break? Well, if you take a rest for too long, when you come back and you be quite as potent as before,” Heechul chuckled.
Jaejoong’s eyes sparked. Was that it? Was he not as potent as he used to be? Was he losing his edge?
“I’m not losing it,” He muttered more to himself than anyone else.
“What?!” Changmin bellowed.
Heechul paused and eyed him carefully. “You’re losing your confidence.”
Darn him and his drunken perceptiveness.
“I am not,” Jaejoong shot back and rashly finished off the rest of Changmin’s beer before he could blindly reach it himself. “I’m just tired.”
“No confidence,” Heechul deadpanned.
“Shut up!” Jaejoong fought the urge to slam the other into a wall and pour iced beer down his pants.
“How does it feel for the king to lose his own crown?” Heechul said, thoroughly ignoring him. “Must be tough, but you’ve had a good run. Remember the good times: Leeteuk, Siwon, Sungmin-“
“You want to shut your face now?” Jaejoong hissed through gritted teeth. He hadn’t lost anything. He couldn’t.
“I challenge you, brother Kim,” Heechul leaned forward over the table with a smirk, the alcohol in his system dissipating. “Get a guy.”
Jaejoong scoffed openly and rolled his eyes. “Are you kidding? Have you seen me?”
“Don’t get cocky. I’m picking him. You’ve got a week to get him in bed.”
A week? Jaejoong mentally laughed. Try the next two hours. If whoever Heechul picked was a human being, Jaejoong could get him or her to worship him in no time.
Heechul’s skilled eyes scanned the bar until they landed on one person standing at the counter nearby eagerly asking for a job application.
“Him.”
Jaejoong followed his wicked gaze and his jaw fell open a few degrees. If ever there existed a virgin on this planet, this was it.
“No.”
“No confidence.”
Jaejoong winced and clenched his jaw until he thought his teeth would crumble in his mouth. It was Kim Junsu. The guy had just transferred to the university last week and had proved to be way, subterrainially beneath Jaejoong’s league. “Fine. But what do I get out of it?”
Heechul shrugged. “Pride? A pat on the back? A threesome with me and Hankyung? Maybe I’ll figure it out later.”
Jaejoong sighed. It didn’t really matter. His reputation, his way of life was at stake. He glanced again at his new found target who had finally received a sheet of paper and walked out the door.
At least the view from behind is good, Jaejoong thought while licking his lips.
Heechul laughed and clapped a hand on Changmin’s immobile back. “This should be fun, eh, Min?”
The youngest had utterly passed out on the table with a bit of drool oozing out the corner of his mouth.
Fun. Well, if it wasn’t fun, it was sure going to be interesting.
Chapter 2a
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