Sweet Revenge, Sweet Love, Sweet Irony, Ch. 1
Title: Sweet Revenge, Sweet Love, Sweet Irony
Author: kissthecoffin
Pairing: Jaemin, YunJae, JaeSu and more ^^;
Summary: When a bitter Changmin finds an unconscious and almost dead Jaejoong, a headstrong delinquent, gets in over his head in a fight and ends up unconscious on the brink of death in between the apartments owned by Shim Changmin, the son of Korea’s richest man and a member of one of the most famous bands in Asia. When Changmin recognizes him from their school days, he decides to take him in and nurse him back to health, but not for free, of course. Changmin’s revenge for Jaejoong’s treatment of him in the past? Of course, Jaejoong will become his personal [s]sex[/s] maid.
Warnings (for now and later): Rape, sadistic Changmin, language, male-cross dressing, smex (later) and a newbie writer. :P
Story rating: PG13 to NC17
SLAM. CRASH. THUD.
One of the thugs went down. Jaejoong panted heavily and wiped his blood-spattered knuckles against his face to stop the irritating river of sweat running down the side of his face. His blood smeared with the liquid, and he suddenly felt like he was in a war. Humid, enemies everywhere, no safe place to hide. Jaejoong chuckled at the thought, trying to imagine himself in Vietnam or other. Standing there at 5'5 with black hair and all its glory.
Another guy, twice his age, stampeded at his. He whirled around to meet his fist with his palm. Their bodies fought to be in control of the situation, obviously mystifying his attacker, making him question about how such a feminine looking man could be winning over him with brute strength. More sweat ran down Jaejoong's face and he let out a quick, annoyed sigh as the man swung another fist at his. He blocked with his other palm and now they were nose to nose, pushing on each other, trying to keep their footing. The man was growling and throwing out an occasional 'damn you' at his, but Jaejoong remained as silent as possible besides the occasional grunt when he pushed a bit harder.
From the sidelines, Jaejoong could his lackeys shouting, "C'mon, boss, you can take this frilly little girl!" and "He's just a bitch, kill him!" Jaejoong smirked and pushed harder, making the man lose his footing. Gotha. He thought as he swung the final blow. The boss fell to the floor with a loud thud. One of his eyes trailed to the group of underling. He smiled. Some of the weaker ones were trembling, while the rest just said curses.
Police sirens echoed in the distance, "You guys can either run or avenge your fallen comrades? What’ll it be, boys?" The group let out a last curse and ran away.
What weaklings...He thought stepping out of the alley way in the opposite direction.
He loved fighting and gambling, but he loved gambling while fighting even more. That was why he always picked the biggest, muscular, dangerous looking people to fight. He knew that if he ever lost, they would nail his against the alley wall and would take turns playing 'deflower the virgin'. This reality only made Jaejoong fight even harder. At school he'd stay out of trouble the best he could, though he can't control the type of brutes that enter his school.
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"Dammit, you little shit! You're gonna pay for what you did to the boss!" he heard them yell. This time they came back with weapons. Jaejoong felt a slight tingle go up his spine. He couldn't tell if he was scared or excited about the weapons.
"I knew I would." He smirked, "So? Which one of you wants to go first? Or is it an All versus One? You guys need the handicap." He heard some of them snarl at him. Somehow, provoking them made it even more of a thrill.
In an instant, they all charged at his. He took down a few of the smaller ones within five minutes but the larger ones, whose numbers seemed to have increased since yesterday, wouldn't stay down. Bloody sweat trickled down his face and into his mouth and eyes. He had stopped hitting a while ago when his arms gave way, now he was being tossed around like a rag doll. One punch would take his to the left, the next to the north.
"Heh. Looks like Ryu can't fight anymore." The gang laughed at the stupid joke. Jaejoong tried to talk but nothing would come out. My head is pounding...he thought watching the largest guy make his way over to him; I guess this is what I get…
Apparently, it was the bigger ones that got first dibs on his virginity. Jaejoong slowly shook his head no. The man chuckled, "Don't worry, kitty cat, I'll be extra rough, for your pleasure, not mine." He let out a louder laugh while taking off his tattered clothes, "Aren't I the sweetest?"
The cars zoomed past loudly, ignoring what was going on in the alley way. He wouldn't have minded swallowing his pride if someone was to come and save his, but no one did. Tears streamed down his face as he cursed his damn fight sprit. No matter how much he wanted to scream, he knew it wouldn't do anything or his now.
A/N: Jae's badass? XD Uh, yeah, this was a short and really lame, but please comment to tell me what I can improve on and what you’d like to see happen next (or not).
Author: kissthecoffin
Pairing: Jaemin, YunJae, JaeSu and more ^^;
Summary: When a bitter Changmin finds an unconscious and almost dead Jaejoong, a headstrong delinquent, gets in over his head in a fight and ends up unconscious on the brink of death in between the apartments owned by Shim Changmin, the son of Korea’s richest man and a member of one of the most famous bands in Asia. When Changmin recognizes him from their school days, he decides to take him in and nurse him back to health, but not for free, of course. Changmin’s revenge for Jaejoong’s treatment of him in the past? Of course, Jaejoong will become his personal [s]sex[/s] maid.
Warnings (for now and later): Rape, sadistic Changmin, language, male-cross dressing, smex (later) and a newbie writer. :P
Story rating: PG13 to NC17
SLAM. CRASH. THUD.
One of the thugs went down. Jaejoong panted heavily and wiped his blood-spattered knuckles against his face to stop the irritating river of sweat running down the side of his face. His blood smeared with the liquid, and he suddenly felt like he was in a war. Humid, enemies everywhere, no safe place to hide. Jaejoong chuckled at the thought, trying to imagine himself in Vietnam or other. Standing there at 5'5 with black hair and all its glory.
Another guy, twice his age, stampeded at his. He whirled around to meet his fist with his palm. Their bodies fought to be in control of the situation, obviously mystifying his attacker, making him question about how such a feminine looking man could be winning over him with brute strength. More sweat ran down Jaejoong's face and he let out a quick, annoyed sigh as the man swung another fist at his. He blocked with his other palm and now they were nose to nose, pushing on each other, trying to keep their footing. The man was growling and throwing out an occasional 'damn you' at his, but Jaejoong remained as silent as possible besides the occasional grunt when he pushed a bit harder.
From the sidelines, Jaejoong could his lackeys shouting, "C'mon, boss, you can take this frilly little girl!" and "He's just a bitch, kill him!" Jaejoong smirked and pushed harder, making the man lose his footing. Gotha. He thought as he swung the final blow. The boss fell to the floor with a loud thud. One of his eyes trailed to the group of underling. He smiled. Some of the weaker ones were trembling, while the rest just said curses.
Police sirens echoed in the distance, "You guys can either run or avenge your fallen comrades? What’ll it be, boys?" The group let out a last curse and ran away.
What weaklings...He thought stepping out of the alley way in the opposite direction.
He loved fighting and gambling, but he loved gambling while fighting even more. That was why he always picked the biggest, muscular, dangerous looking people to fight. He knew that if he ever lost, they would nail his against the alley wall and would take turns playing 'deflower the virgin'. This reality only made Jaejoong fight even harder. At school he'd stay out of trouble the best he could, though he can't control the type of brutes that enter his school.
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"Dammit, you little shit! You're gonna pay for what you did to the boss!" he heard them yell. This time they came back with weapons. Jaejoong felt a slight tingle go up his spine. He couldn't tell if he was scared or excited about the weapons.
"I knew I would." He smirked, "So? Which one of you wants to go first? Or is it an All versus One? You guys need the handicap." He heard some of them snarl at him. Somehow, provoking them made it even more of a thrill.
In an instant, they all charged at his. He took down a few of the smaller ones within five minutes but the larger ones, whose numbers seemed to have increased since yesterday, wouldn't stay down. Bloody sweat trickled down his face and into his mouth and eyes. He had stopped hitting a while ago when his arms gave way, now he was being tossed around like a rag doll. One punch would take his to the left, the next to the north.
"Heh. Looks like Ryu can't fight anymore." The gang laughed at the stupid joke. Jaejoong tried to talk but nothing would come out. My head is pounding...he thought watching the largest guy make his way over to him; I guess this is what I get…
Apparently, it was the bigger ones that got first dibs on his virginity. Jaejoong slowly shook his head no. The man chuckled, "Don't worry, kitty cat, I'll be extra rough, for your pleasure, not mine." He let out a louder laugh while taking off his tattered clothes, "Aren't I the sweetest?"
The cars zoomed past loudly, ignoring what was going on in the alley way. He wouldn't have minded swallowing his pride if someone was to come and save his, but no one did. Tears streamed down his face as he cursed his damn fight sprit. No matter how much he wanted to scream, he knew it wouldn't do anything or his now.
A/N: Jae's badass? XD Uh, yeah, this was a short and really lame, but please comment to tell me what I can improve on and what you’d like to see happen next (or not).