Will you be mine? - chapter 2

[kittlewit]

Title: Will you be mine? (This may change if I think of a better one)
Author: Kittlewit
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 later on)
Genre: Romance/Drama/Slight Angst and Humor
Pairing(s): YunJae; YooSu; one sided JaeChun
Length: 2/?
Basic Synopsis: Yunho is the Prince of Korea and life is good. Until his parent tell him of his impending marriage to a girl he hates! then he meets Jaejonng...but does Jaejoong like him back?

/ “She’s such a fucking bitch!”
“Calm down, Yunho, it’s not that bad!”
“Not that bad? I’m  never gonna get this of!” Yunho was standing in the gents at school, furiously rubbing his cheek with soap and water, trying in vain to get rid of the rid kiss mark Ahyoomee had let with her lipstick. Heechul wan leaning against another sink, trying not to laugh. As sorry as he felt for his friend for being forced to get married, but he just glad it wasn't him.
“You know, this wouldn’t have happened if you were gay.” As soon as he said it, Yunho’s hand slipped and his the porcelain sink with a heavy thud.
“Wh-what did you say to-to me?” Heechul was shocked by the shaking he heard in his friends voice.
“I was kidding man. Calm down. Everyone knows you’re not gay. You’ve had enough girlfriends in the past.”
Yunho stared at Heechul a little longer, then returned to washing his cheek.

By the time any trace of red was gone, it was time yet again for maths. When Yunho and Heechul entered the classroom, Jaejoong was already sitting down, doodling on his notebook.
“Haya, Jae.”
“Oh,” Jaejoong jumped at Heechul’s voice. “Hay.” He smiled at Yunho as well, who blushed and went to his normal seat. Jaejoong went back to doodling.

It was an uninteresting lesson, until five minutes before the class ended, the teacher suddenly felt very woozy - she was two months pregnant. She randomly pointed to Jaejoong, and asked him to take her to the nurse.
“The rest of you, your homework is too finish this exercise. Why don’t you pack up now, and go to your next class. Thank you, dear.” She smiled as Jaejoong took her arm and opened the door for her.

‘Aww, he’s so cute and nice.’ Yunho started smiling, and Heechul wasn’t sure he if had misunderstood some joke. They all packed their books away, and just as he passed the desk Jaejoong had been at, Yunho saw all of Jaejoong’s stuff he’d left behind.
“Er, you go on ahead to biology, Hecch, I’m gonna get these for Jaejoong.” Heechul shrugged, and walked out the room.

Yunho picked up Jaejoong’s bag, and was about to put the others books away, when he spotted what Jaejoong had doodled on his notebook.
‘I love Yoochun Oppa.’ ‘Mr Park Jaejoong.’ ‘Jaejoong + Yoochun forever’. It made Yunho sick to just look at it. He stuffed it furiously into Jaejoong’s book bag, and slammed it down besides jaejoong’s locker in the hallway. There was no way he was going to deliver this insulting book to Jaejoong. He wasn’t a delivery boy, for Christ’s sake, he was the crown Prince of Korea!

When he reached biology, class had already started. The bench he sat at already had Heechul, Junki and Siwon sitting at it, all talking and pointing at their textbooks. Sitting next to Junki, Yunho pulled out his own notebook, and pretended to be doing work on meiosis and mitosis, when in reality he was planning a game plan:

How to force get Jaejoong to like me.

Step 1: Become best friends with him. He and Heechul are close already, so it shouldn’t        take long.
Step 2: Destroy his relationship with Park Yoochun. eg, public humiliation of PYC. Ask                 Changmin, the devil boy for an idea.
Step 3: Steal Jaejoong’s heart.
Step 4: Get rid of disgusting fiancé Ahyoomee somehow.
Step 5: Live happily ever after. With Jaejoong.

After step five was written, Yunho felt slightly better. There was no way this brilliant plan could possibly fail him.

“Hay, guys,” he leaned forward, and whispered to the others, “wanna come round my place tonight and watch films?”
“Sure.” They all smiled and continued their work. Yunho knew they all loved coming to the Palace, aside from the obvious reason, there was a house maid who would always turn the other cheek when they brought alcohol or even wanted to watch dirty movies. Not that they ever did. Ahem.

Step two was carefully planned too. It was lunch, and the canteen, as usual, was packed. The four from biology plus Changmin were seated around a table. Changmin didn’t normally sit with his big brother, but today the girl who was likely to become his fiancé was with his friends, and it was just to awkward. He couldn’t eat as fast or as much around her, plus she had a whiney voice.

And as usual, Jaejoong walked past them, looking for somewhere to sit.
“Jaejoong, sit here.” Everyone was surprised by Yunho - normally he kept his distance from people he didn’t know (it came from being the Prince). All except Changmin, that is, who smirked until he was kicked hard in the shins by his brother.
“Thanks.” The angel sat down, and Yunho felt his palms sweating.
“So, what time can you guys come over? Oh Changmin, you can bring some people too.” said Yunho, like this was a great privilege.
“Gee, thanks.” replied his brother sarcastically.
“Um, nine?” asked Siwon, and the others nodded. Yunho snuck a side glance at Jaejoong, who sat quietly eating a sushi roll. Unfortunately, Changmin saw the quick look, and sighed in frustration. Another one of Yunho stupid step - by -step planes. He decided to make it easier, and ask
“Jaejoong, are you busy tonight?”
“What? Oh, yes...why?” Jaejoong looked in shock as Changmin yelped and grabbed his leg after asking him, until Yunho asked pleasantly
“Well, some people are coming round to our hous- place tonight, and it would be cool if you came too. 9 suit you too?”
“Yes, yes, thank you! That’ll be cool!” He blushed a brilliant shade of red, and it took all the strength Yunho had not to jump on him right there and then.

Several hours later, and Yunho still didn’t know what to wear. Somehow, word had got out that the Prince’s were having a party and at least two hundred people were definitely  coming. Yunho didn’t really care - just as long as Jaejoong came.

He had narrowed it down to a white tee shirt with a pattern on it, black jenas, two belts and a necklace. (A/N: I have pictures of how I imagine them at the end - cough *Ihavetomuchfreetime* cough)When he put it all on, he had to say, he’d never looked sexier.  Then a horrible thought hit him. What if Jaejoong didn’t like sexy? What if he liked preppy, or emo, or even chav? (A/N: sorry for so many notes, but if you don’t know what a chav is, click here: http://nycblog.citysearch.com/fashion/images/chav1.jpg). No, he liked Park Yoochun, who, though it pained Yunho to say it, was sexy.

A lot of people were already here, including Ahyoomee. Yunho wanted to find however invited her and throttle them slowly and painfully. But, knowing his luck, someone would see and tell the press.

He nervously checked his watch. 9:05. Ok, he was being politely late. That was fine. He sipped nervously at his Black Russian, and wandered off.

Jaejoong was terrified. What the hell do you wear to a Prince’s party? Yoochun wasn’t going, so there was no point going slutty. He assumed the King and Queen wouldn’t be there, so there was no need for formal attire. He decided to settle on a tee shirt and jeans, with a bead and chain necklace. That way, whatever type of party it was, he could blend in.

He took the bus to the stop nearest the Palace, and then started walking up the long driveway leading to the huge buildings. He’d visited it as a child on a school trip, but had forgotten how beautiful and scary the Palace was. He couldn’t imagine spending one night within these walls, let alone living here your entire life. He had assumed he was sleeping at the Palace, if not, he’d get Junki to give him a lift home. They lived nearish to each other. Ish.

As he approached, he saw hundreds of brightly lit red lanterns with Chinese messages on guiding the way to the correct entrance for tonight, and several armed guards patrolling. Jesus, this was just for some party?

At the door there was a beefy guy holding a clip board with a guest list, ticking people in, or turning them away if their names didn’t match. He glanced at his watch and guiltily swallowed. 9:45. Oops! But with all these people here, Yunho wouldn’t miss him. It was the bus’s fault, anyway.

“Name please?”
“Um, it’s Kim, Kim Jaejoong.”
 The guy ticked, and to Jaejoong’s relief - or was it panic - opened the door to let him through.

Loud music was blasting through built in speakers from the ceiling, with exotic looking cocktails scattered everywhere, and people dancing and getting off on the dance floor. It looked more like a night club than the Palace of South Korea. Walking around, Jaejoong recognized a few people from school, but couldn’t see anyone he knew, until he spotted Yunho holding a glass with a pinkish drink, swaying as he spoke animatedly to some guy.

“Hi, Yunho.” mumbled Jaejoong, shyly.
“Wellhellolil’o!”
“Wh-what?”
“HELLOLIL’O” Yunho burst out laughing at Jaejoong’s blank expression, and gulped his drink in one go.
“Sex on the beach?” Yunho asked Jaejoong, smiling goofily.
“Excuse me?”
“Sex-on-the-beach? It’s a drink!”
“Oh.” Jaejoong blushed yet again, embarrassed by his ignorance. “I’ll just have a vodka and red bull.”
“Aww,” Yunho threw his arm around Jaejoong, who noticed that Yunho’s breath stank of alcohol and aftershave and sweat. Gross. “You’re sooo cute? Isn’t he?” the other guy nodded vaguely, then walked off. Someone passed them two drinks - Jaejoong’s and Yunho weird one, a spicy cosmo.
“Um, Yunho, how much vodka have you drunk tonight?” Judging from his breath, at least half a bottle’s worth of Smirnoff.
“A few glasses... let’s go!” and he led Jaejoong off. They passed lots of people, and Jaejoong was hoping Siwon or someone would rescue him from Yunho. What was the etiquette for dealing with a drunk Prince? He was still thinking about it when he realized where they were.

A bedroom.

He looked at the picture frames, and guessed it was Yunho’s room from cheerful photos of him and various other people. He almost fainted at Yunho smiling with his arm around BoA. His sisters loved her.
“Yunho, why are we here? Let’s go back to the party.”
Yunho came up to Jaejoong’s ear, and whispered “I don’t want  to.”
Jaejoong recoiled at the stinky breath in his ear, and pushed Yunho away from him. Yunho, however, smiled, and started to push Jaejoong towards his huge bed.
“Yunho, what, what are you doing?”
“Do you know just how hot you are? Do you know how much I think about you? God, and all you talk about is fucking Yoochun.”
Suddenly a mouth was pressing itself against Jaejoong’s, as hands dragged him down onto the bed, the heavy weight of Yunho pressing on top of his body.

Jaejoong pushed with all his might against Yunho’s chest, but his efforts only weakened his mouth, allowing Yunho to stick his tongue inside. He also stared to sneak a hand inside Jaejoong’s shirt, his long fingers caressing the porcelain skin. Jaejoong reached out, his hand touching the bedside table. He found what he was looking for - something heavy. He brought it up behind Yunho’s head, and slammed it down on top of him. Yunho screamed, and finally rolled off Jaejoong, clutching his head. Jaejoong was about to run away, when he suddenly punched Yunho in the eye, then scampered out of the room.

He ran into the room with music, but couldn’t see a door. He felt terrible. His first proper kiss, and it was forced upon him but someone he didn’t like in that way. Or at all, now.
“Yo, Jae, are you ok? You look like you might cry?”
“Heechul, I’m fine... Can you take me home, please?”
“I’m drunk, Jae! I’ll get Yunho to get you a drive-”
“NO, no, it’s fine, I’ll, I’ll walk.” He ran out before Heechul could reply. He ran down the long driveway, and didn’t bother to check if there was a bus coming, he just ran all the way home.

“Hahaha, Yunho got beaten up at his own party!”
“Not surprising, you saw how much he drank!”
“Yeah! He’s so thick sometimes!”
Yunho woke up in the middle of the hallway with Heechul, Siwon Junki and Changmin surrounding him, smirking.
“Huh?” he groggily grunted, sitting up slowly.
“Yunho, who punched you?”
“Punched me?” He stood up, and his head ached like hell. He stumbled over to a mirror, and saw he had a poppy bruise on his left eye. Shocked, he tried to remember what happened last night. He could remember drinking a lot, and being worried Jaejoong wasn’t coming. Jaejoong was really late, he knew that... He’d been talking to Joo Hoon when Jaejoong finally came, by that time he was trollied. He’d lead Jaejoong somewhere. Where? The bathroom? No. The spare room? No, no, he remembered a bed. Oh, oh shit! The last night came flooding back into his mind, and he felt like throwing up as he remembered forcing himself on the poor boy. It was a good thing Jaejoong had stopped him - otherwise he’d gone all the way, the state he had been in last night. He shuddered at the thought. He didn’t blame Jaejoong for punching him, and felt shamed the more he looked at it.
“So, who was it?” Junki’s voice snapped him back to the present, and he glanced away from the mirror.
“I er, don’t remember. I probably tried to steal someone’s drink or something.”
“Yeah, that’s probably it. You drank so much! Ahyoomee kept bugging me all night to make you stop.”
Ahyoomee! Oh, if she found out, she’d tell her parents, who’d tell his, and he’d be even more fucked then he already was. This couldn’t get any better. He was already dreadign seeing Jaejoong on Monday.

This is how I imagined them at the party...






Sorry for the longish wait, my dad ‘accidently’ restarted my computer and didn’t save. Idiot.  Not really, I love him... Anyway, I hope this was alright... I don’t really know that much about vodka cocktails, I just googeled it. Like I said, I have too much free time. Please leave comments!!!