[oneshot] A Journal of Conquests 1/5

[minwhore]

Title: A Journal of Conquests
Pairings: Jongin/Kyungsoo, Jongin/Taemin, Jongin/Krystal, Luhan/Baekhyun
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~40.8k
Main Warnings (highlight to see!): character death, step-brother “incest,” people using other people for bets and revenge
Other Warnings: swearing
Summary: Jongin had a journal he liked to write in. Cruel Intentions AU!
Dedicated To: An (justangel), my hyung, who has been waiting for this fic since January. (LOL)

Author’s Notes: so this fic...spiralled out of control. i don’t even know what to do with myself anymore. i joined camp nanowrimo, so i’m trying to finish up some fics before uni hits again. pim and i are writing cd and another fic (lol) and i still have to finish up another long fic (taekai) for someone along with efs! let’s hope i’ll still be productive after this orz. oh! and i am aware that there is a baekai version of this fic up already. i made sure not to read it so that i wouldn’t subconsciously copy anything haha orz (i really wanted to tho pmsl i’ll probably read it after i finish writing for the year fml)

anyway, hope you enjoy this!

(p.s. happy birthday lee taemin! 20 already fml)

for extended author’s notes (which contains lots of rambling and whining), go here. however, if you’re going to read this, you should probably read the fic first because this contains spoilers (a LOT of spoilers lol).



Loud, crisp footsteps outside in the hallway were the only warning Jongin got before the doors to his room were flung open, swinging to hit the walls with a crack. Light flooded into the dark room, highlighting the creases in the sheets on the bed. Jongin looked up from between the girl’s wantonly spread thighs, scowling when he saw his rather gorgeous step-brother, Taemin, stride into the room without a care about what he was barging in on.

The girl let out a small noise of shock at being caught in such a compromising position, quickly scrambling up from the mattress and running around to put on her clothes. Jongin watched her, watched as the visible skin slowly disappeared from his view, with a hint of regret. He’d almost had her, he thought to himself. So close, and yet so far. He glared at Taemin for interrupting, and Taemin, not even sparing the girl a glance as she rushed out of the room, smirked back in reply.

Taemin leaned against the frame of the doorway, posture relaxed and confident. He didn’t look like he’d be leaving anytime soon, unfortunately enough. Jongin stifled a sigh, rolling over onto his back, not bothering to cover up his nude form. If Taemin was going to interrogate him, Jongin might as well be comfortable while it happened.

He resisted the urge to rub at his arms when a brisk breeze washed over him.

He found his room becoming steadily chilly. The cool air was coming in through the open doors Taemin hadn’t bothered to shut again, chasing out all the warmth his room had held. His lips thinned when he pressed them together in exasperation.

“Can’t you close the doors?” Jongin asked drolly, goosebumps rising on his skin. “It’s cold.”

“So,” Taemin said, completely ignoring Jongin’s request as he arched a perfect brow and trailed his eyes leisurely down Jongin’s bare body. He paused, staring at Jongin’s semi-hard erection, before raising his eyes again to meet Jongin’s. “How was your sex therapy today?”

“Well, sex therapy was going well. Until you interrupted, that is.” Jongin rolled his eyes and pulled some of his bedsheets toward him, using it to wipe the clear liquid glistening on his lips. An enticing smirk pulled at Taemin’s lips, and Jongin watched, grip loosening on the blankets, as his step-brother straightened from the doorway to walk slowly into the room. Taemin’s hips swayed with unsaid promises, and Jongin wondered what it would be like to press his own promises upon them.

“It didn’t go well,” Taemin assumed, climbing onto the bed as he thought out loud. He sat on the edge innocently, rubbing his hands against the sheets almost absentmindedly as he watched Jongin with expectant eyes. Jongin eyes darted from the small, circling movements back to Taemin’s face.

"I've successfully ruined my therapist, if that's what you're asking. She didn’t even stand a chance."

Jongin's eyes darkened with interest when Taemin slowly pushed himself up further onto the bed. The sheets rustled with the newly added weight. Taemin’s shadow made its way across the bed until it blocked the hallway light from Jongin’s face. Jongin stared upwards, slowly drinking in the delicate, angelic features of his step-brother as Taemin stared down at him.

Taemin got close enough that Jongin could feel minty breath puff against his lips. Something akin to desire pooled in the pit of Jongin’s stomach, and his body clenched in anticipation. Jongin, however, made no move to do anything about it - he just watched as the space between their faces slowly shrunk.

“Want to do something for me?” Taemin asked in a whisper (more like purr, actually), and his fingers skimmed up Jongin’s rib cage teasingly. The pads of his fingers played against his ribs as they would a piano, light but firm. Jongin breathed in deeply, controlling his urge to pin his step-brother down and do something wicked to him. Instead, he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

“Depends on what you want,” he said warily, catching Taemin’s fleeting hand in his own. Taemin pursed his lips at the unwanted touch, shaking off Jongin’s hand. And the moment was broken just like that. The hallway light returned to his eyes, and the bed became cold once more as Taemin pushed to his feet, smiling.

“The Jungs are going to be visiting today,” Taemin said, face positively sweet. Warning bells went off in Jongin’s head. His step-brother was planning something horrible again; that face could only mean trouble. Taemin checked his watch, lips pursed in fake thoughtfulness. “Actually, they should be here within the hour.”

“And so?” Jongin asked cautiously. He pushed himself up to a sitting position, crossing his legs at the ankles. Taemin rolled his eyes.

“That was subtle talk for, ‘You better be ready in an hour,’” Taemin said slowly, articulating each syllable as if to help Jongin comprehend it. He grinned at Jongin’s irritated expression after, eyes crinkling into pretty crescent moons, before swaying out of the room. Jongin watched Taemin’s ass as he went.

He released a sigh, dropping back onto the bed to stare up at the ceiling blankly. He’d wanted to do nothing but sleep, eat, and fuck, but he guessed that was just a mere fantasy of his which wouldn’t come true... at least, not today. He rolled himself over, pushed himself up again, and meandered to his closet, scratching irritatedly at the skin just under his belly button.

He might as well humor Taemin, he thought. Maybe Taemin was planning something that would be a point of interest to Jongin as well... (Jongin rolled his eyes at the thought though. Since when did he ever find what Taemin was doing interesting?)

He wasn’t feeling underwear at the moment, but he supposed it was a good thing the guests would never know whether he was wearing underwear or not. He could go commando. The thought made him brighten and he grabbed his jeans with a smile.

When Jongin finally left his room - perfection took time, after all, and so did his journal entries - Taemin was already sitting in the living room, posture impeccably straight and face innocent and cavity-inducingly sweet. Jongin wanted to honestly barf just looking at that angelic countenance; if only people knew the devil that lurked behind that cute facade.

Across from Taemin sat two girls - sisters, Jongin assumed, due to their resembling features. He squinted at them from the safety of the hallway, wondering why they seemed so familiar - or rather, why the older looking one seemed so familiar. He idly rubbed his pointer finger and thumb together.

When the older sister leaned forward, allowing her long, golden hair to flow over her shoulder, Jongin realized where he’d “seen” her before. He smirked.

Jung Jessica, huh?

She had been known as an Ice Princess back in her high school days, both in and out of the bedroom. She was strangely cold and passive between the sheets, according to her old suitors. Jongin wanted to snort at the thought. When he’d gotten Jessica into his bed, though, she’d been a screamer.

Then again, he thought to himself blandly, everyone was a screamer when he had them in his bed, so he supposed Jessica wasn’t alone in that aspect.

His gaze dragged from Jessica to land on the unknown girl sitting next to her. She had the slightest hint of Jessica in her. He considered her for a moment, staring hard until a name surfaced in his mind. Ah yes, hadn’t Jessica told him something about a spoiled, bratty little sister? If Jongin remembered correctly, Jessica’s sister was named Krystal.

Jongin smiled, pleased with his memory. He took pride in his ability to remember names - it kept him on the “good side” with all the people he’d fucked and dumped throughout his high school career.

He studied the girl (Krystal, his mind supplied again helpfully), wondering if she was the reason Taemin had his precious panties in a wad. She was pretty enough, he supposed, for Taemin to be mildly irritated by her, with her long brown hair and thin, lanky limbs. Still, she wasn’t to his tastes, and he wondered why Taemin wanted him to be there in the first place.

A jiggle of dishes behind him made him turn around. Kevin, their part-time friend and part-time butler, gave him a small nod before he neatly sidestepped Jongin to go into the living room, the scent of rich green tea filling the air.

Taemin turned around, murmuring a quiet expression of gratitude in English as his eyes slipped passed Kevin’s shoulder to meet Jongin’s eyes. His face twisted, one moment sweet and the next wickedly pleased, before rearranging his features as he turned back to face the two sisters.

“Oh, I see you know English as well, Taemin,” Jessica said, smile satisfied by the revelation. Krystal remained slouched on the couch near Jessica, staring at her nails in disinterest.

“Ah, yes,” Taemin said modestly. Jongin resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “I’ve been trying to learn English in my spare time. It’s the universal language, after all, and getting into a college in America is a dream I’ve had since I’ve been a boy.”

“Are you aiming for an Ivy League, perhaps?” Jessica wondered out loud, approval ringing in her voice. “What a great goal, Taemin. If only some of your aspirations rubbed off on that incompetent brother of yours...”

“So I’m incompetent?” Jongin asked, finally walking out from where he’d been lurking. A flash of misplaced joy sparked through him when he saw Jessica’s jaw slack open in shock. Her posture grew straighter than a ruler, jaw snapping shut with a click as her eyes ran over his figure. He resisted the urge to pose mockingly.

At his arrival, Krystal sat up, eyeing him interestedly. He ignored her in favor of her older sister. Smirking at Jessica, he continued, “That’s not what you said when I fucked you two years ago.”

Taemin shoved him, disgust open on his face; Jongin wasn’t fooled by this either - he could easily see the amusement hidden within the depths of Taemin’s eyes.

“So, Jung Jessica,” Jongin said, cocking his hip against the piano nearby. “What brings you to our humble abode?” He didn’t miss the little nudge that Krystal gave her sister at that.

Jessica’s lip curled up into a sneer at the action, and she forced out a tight, “My...sister.”

Krystal didn’t seem to notice Jessica’s distaste, smiling at Jongin infatuatedly.

“My name is Jung Krystal,” she said eagerly, big eyes shining with excitement. Jongin battled against the urge to wince. He really didn’t want another fangirl. “I’m going to your high school at the start of second semester. Nice to meet you.”

Nonetheless...

“People call me Jongin,” he purred out, gliding over to snatch her hand and press a quick kiss to it. As Krystal blushed, Jessica batted him away from her sister, face pink with anger.

“Jongin, control yourself,” Taemin muttered in warning. However, the way Taemin said that was obvious that he meant for the two sisters to hear it as well. For show’s sake (Taemin was putting on such a good act, and Jongin didn’t want to thawt his step-brother’s efforts, after all), Jongin simply waved a flippant hand in the air as he returned to his spot near the piano. Jessica stood up, pulling her unwilling sister by the arm. Taemin stood up as well.

“Thanks for your time, Taemin,” Jessica said politely, eyes shooting back to warily stare at Jongin. “It’s been a pleasure. Please take good care of my sister next semester.”

“Oh, no,” Taemin said, shaking his head with a cheerful smile. “The pleasure was all mine. I’ll send you an email regarding the information you asked about earlier.”

“Thank you,” Jessica said again, and quickly turned to leave. Krystal stopped her, however, and looked over to where Jongin stood, light pink dusting across her high cheekbones.

“It was nice meeting you,” she said shyly. Jongin curled his lips up at one corner and gave a two-fingered salute as the two sisters left. He turned to Taemin was soon as the door slammed shut.

“So, you want to tell me what that was about?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Taemin didn’t answer him, too busy loosening up his stiff clothing with a distasteful expression marring his features. Taemin tugged once at the tight tie around his neck before giving up and walking over to Jongin, bringing with him the faint smell of spicy cologne.

“Loosen my tie up, please?” Taemin asked, fluttering his eyes cutely. Jongin stifled a sigh, reaching up to pull at the tie expertly.

His fingers stilled when Taemin trailed fingers up his arm with a mysterious smile.

The tension in the air rose. Things steamed in front of Jongin’s eyes, making his vision foggy and unclear as those fingers slid up from his shoulder to caress the sensitive spot on his neck. Taemin leaned in, large, dark eyes looking into Jongin’s, and got so close that Jongin could actually feel the puffs of Taemin’s breath against the corner of lips.

Jongin didn’t dare to breathe. Taemin was so close. If he just leaned in by a little, then-

Taemin’s smile twisted into a smirk, and he was gone a heartbeat later, slipping into the hallway with the faintest click of heels against the marbled floor.

Jongin stared after his step-brother dumbly for a moment before following.

“I have something I need you to do for me,” Taemin told Jongin as soon as he entered into Taemin’s room. The room was dimly lit by a nice, expensive lamp set on Taemin’s bedside. Jongin slipped in quietly through the door, closing it behind him gently as he stared at Taemin’s bare back. He trailed his eyes up the pale, flawless skin, taking in the ridges of Taemin’s spine and the barest hint of curve to Taemin’s nude, lean arms in the dim light.

“Let me guess,” Jongin said, resting his eyes on Taemin’s covered ass. Taemin turned around just as he put another shirt on, and Jongin caught a glimpse of dusky nipples before they disappeared underneath the white cloth. “You want me to seduce Krystal and possibly do something horrible to her in the process, and probably for no good reason whatsoever.”

“Wow, how ever did you figure that one out?” Taemin asked him in an awed voice - so awed, in fact, that it could only be faked. Mockery. Jongin scowled. Taemin continued, “Besides, there’s a good reason. She stole Minho away from me.”

Jongin almost snorted out loud. That was it? Krystal “stole” Minho away from Taemin, and that was why he wanted Jongin to seduce her and destroy her? He wasn’t impressed.

Taemin liked to insist that he was straight. And for all Jongin knew, his step-brother had been straight... at least, until a certain Choi Minho walked in, anyway. Suddenly Taemin was willing to take it up the ass. Jongin was pretty sure, though, that Taemin was actually just curious about having sex with another man, and not that he actually liked Minho. After all, there was no such thing as love in a heart as dark as Taemin’s.

“Taemin,” he said as gently as he could (which wasn’t so gently). “I hate to break it to you, but Minho was never yours in the first place.” Minho probably never would be either, Jongin thought to himself. Minho was so grossly touchy with everyone (more so with guys than girls) that there was never a doubt that he was straight.

Something akin to anger flashed in Taemin’s eyes, and something in Jongin hoped he wouldn’t have to pay for his blunt honesty later on. Taemin had a vengeful streak. Thankfully, the anger disappeared as fast as it came.

“He would’ve been mine,” Taemin said pleasantly, trailing his knuckles against Jongin’s collarbones. Goosebumps broke out on Jongin’s skin underneath his shirt. “If only that tramp hadn’t come along and stolen his attention.”

Did Jongin mention that Taemin liked to lie to himself?

Because Taemin really, really liked lying to himself.

Jongin didn’t bother to reply. He didn’t want to deal with a mad Taemin anyway.

“What do you think of her?” Taemin asked, his fingers swirling patterns teasingly across Jongin’s neck. Jongin gazed at his step-brother, eyes half mast as the beginnings of desire blossomed in his core. He hadn’t had sex in two days, and the lack of fucking was driving his hormones crazy.

Taemin’s voice lowered, husky, as he continued, “She’s cute, isn’t she, with her soft skin and supple breasts.” And then Taemin’s eyes were focused on his, dark and sinful. “Don’t you just want to fuck her?”

“No, not really,” Jongin murmured truthfully. Taemin’s face screwed up with displeasure, and he walked away from Jongin. Jongin breathed in, thankful he had his breathing area (not to mention, his mind) back. Taemin did weird things to his head when he got in that close a proximity to Jongin.

“And why not?” Taemin demanded, wheeling around to pin a glare onto Jongin. Jongin snorted.

“Why would I?” Jongin asked, rolling his eyes. “She won’t do anything for my reputation.” He turned around to leave Taemin’s room, pausing by the door. He smirked at how infuriated Taemin looked. “Besides, she’s way too easy for me. For once, I’d like a challenge.”

“National teenage pop sensation Do Kyungsoo reveals he plans to wait to have sex,” Jongin read out loud idly, about to flip to the next page before the words registered in his head. He paused and squinted at the text, wondering if his eyes were just playing tricks on him. Skimming the article, he let a chuckle slip from his lips.

“Wow, I never thought I’d find comedy in this section of the magazine,” Jongin said, laughing to himself.

“Can you stop muttering out loud to yourself like a crazy person? I’m trying to take a nap here,” Taemin muttered grouchily from the couch. Jongin ignored him, rereading the article as his lips twitched up into an entertained smile.

“Hey, Tae,” Jongin said lazily, looking over to where his step-brother was splayed across the couch. Taemin grunted, cracking an irritated eye open. “This -” Jongin waved the magazine in the air, “- is what you call a challenge.”

“The hell are you even talking about?” Taemin asked blearily. He closed his eye in disinterest soon after. “No, wait. Don’t answer that - I don’t want to know.”

“‘In a recent interview,’” Jongin read out loud anyway. “‘Famous singer Do Kyungsoo revealed that he had made a promise to not have sex until he marries.’ Blah, blah, blah. ‘He says his parents raised him to become a good, virtuous son.’” Jongin paused from reading, staring dreamily down at the magazine page. “Can you imagine the way people would bow down to me if I fucked his ass?”

Taemin sat up with a huff, shooting Jongin an annoyed glance. “I can’t believe people, much less you, would actually buy that shit. The guy is a fucking celebrity. There’s no way he hasn’t had sex yet. Besides, your little ‘challenge’ doesn’t live anywhere near us.”

“Ah, see,” Jongin said, getting up to wave the magazine in Taemin’s face gleefully. “But that’s where you’re wrong. According to this article, he will be attending the ‘most prestigious fine arts school in the nation’ next semester. In short, he’ll be going to our school.” Jongin smiled to himself, gazing up at the ceiling. He ignored the bored yawn Taemin let out, too busy caught up in his fantasies. The thought of screwing a rumored celebrity virgin was just too good to pass up. “Can you imagine what fucking him will do to my reputation? I’d be revered as a god.”

“What makes you think you stand a chance?” Taemin asked archly.

“This is me we’re talking about,” Jongin replied factually. “They all fall to my charms sooner or later. I give Kyungsoo a month, at most.” His step-brother stared at him, unimpressed.

“I see you’re still lacking in self-confidence,” Taemin said snidely before smiling. Jongin stared at him warily, wondering at the abrupt change in expression. Nothing ever came good out of that smile. His predictions were right when Taemin slowly inched toward him, lips pursing into a wicked grin. “So... how about making a bet?”

Jongin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Well, he hadn’t been expecting that.

“And what are the terms?” he asked slowly. Taemin didn’t just make random wagers - he made bets to get what he wanted. Jongin couldn’t even count the number of things he’d had to give Taemin because of losing some dumb bet.

“How about you give me...” Taemin paused, tapping a finger thoughtfully against his pouty lips. Jongin stared at Taemin, and dread bloomed in the pit of his gut. Taemin smiled, pulling Jongin down on top of him. Jongin grunted when he landed, going stock still when Taemin’s breath skimmed lightly against his jaw.

“How about you give me those autographed shoes of yours?” Taemin asked, fingers brushing through Jongin’s hair. “You know, the ones that you got from that broadway star you look up to.”

Jongin snapped out of his daze, pushing himself away to sneer at his step-brother.

“Like hell I’m betting those shoes,” he said, clicking his tongue. “You’re crazy if you think I’d even let you touch them. They’re worth more than anything in this house, both my car and that weird car of yours that cost a fortune included.”

“Even with the chance of screwing me?” Taemin asked serenely, leaning back on the couch to rub a hand down his chest. Jongin watched as the hand settled lower and lower until it rested just above the waistband of Taemin’s jeans. When Jongin looked up, the expression on Taemin’s face could only be described as lustful and racy. He cleared his throat, looking away.

“What makes you think I want to screw you?” Jongin asked uselessly.

“Because I’m the only person you can’t have, and it burns you to know,” Taemin answered, smiling like an angel.

Jongin ended up taking the bet. As much as Jongin hated to admit it, Taemin was right; no way was Jongin passing up a chance the dominate his sly, cunning step-brother, even at the expense of his specially autographed shoes. Fucking Taemin into oblivion was far more priceless than anything else.

Besides, Jongin was sure he would win, anyway. He’d fucked less famous celebrities before, and taking a crack at Kyungsoo couldn’t be too different, right?

Right.

“And what brings the great Kim Jongin over to see little ole’ me?”

Jongin turned around to see Baekhyun leaning a hip against the wall. He looked quite good, eyelids heavily lined with dark make-up and clothes casual but form fitting. Jongin licked his lips, sauntering over to pull Baekhyun against him. He smiled when Baekhyun humored him, looking up at him with a teasing quirk of his eyebrow.

“You know,” Jongin said, running his hands down Baekhyun’s shoulder blades to slip his hands into the back pockets of Baekhyun’s jeans. The warmth from Baekhyun seeped into him, and he savored it. “It’s been awhile since we had a go at it. What do you say? Wanna do a round?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Baekhyun grinned, leaning up to bite at Jongin’s bottom lip before pulling away. “Now, you know we aren’t compatible at all,” he scolded Jongin teasingly, settling a safe distance away from Jongin again. “Besides, you aren’t as good at that sex thing as you like to think.”

Jongin scoffed, but a smile lit up his face. “Neither are you, you know.” Baekhyun let out a laugh.

The thing Jongin liked about Baekhyun was that he understood Jongin. Though they were labeled as the two most promiscuous guys on campus, they got along surprisingly well - so well, in fact, that Jongin sometimes thought of Baekhyun as the closest thing to a best friend he had.

"Now, we both know that's a lie," Baekhyun said arrogantly, gesturing a hand to himself. "I mean, who wouldn't be satisfied with this?"

Jongin opened his mouth to retort, determined to get the last word in, but Baekhyun cut him off with a delighted grin.

"Was there a real reason you came to visit me? Or did you come to just be graced by my presence?” Baekhyun raised an eyebrow. Jongin snorted, then thought better of it and bowed mockingly. He was there to get Baekhyun’s help with something, so it was best to flatter the man while he could.

“Oh, Great One,” he said dramatically. He caught sight of Baekhyun’s rather unimpressed face and resisted the urge to snicker. Laughing now would only ruin his moment. He continued, “Please help me retrieve some dearly needed information.” He looked up and curled his lips into a half-grin. “After all, no one has better networking than you do.”

Baekhyun smiled at praise, pleased. He waved a hand in the air regally.

“As much as I like hearing nothing but flattery from you... What do you need my networking for? You’ve never come to me for help this blatantly before,” Baekhyun said, tone suspicious but face cheerful.

“I need to know about Do Kyungsoo, the idol coming to our school next semester,” Jongin said carefully. The little “verbal game” they were playing now was tricky - he had to play his pieces right. One incorrect move here could land Jongin’s prized shoes into Taemin’s pretty, little hands, and he definitely did not want that. “You can help, right?”

Baekhyun’s lips twitched up into a smirk, aware of how Jongin neatly sidestepped his question. However, Baekhyun decided to humor him.

“Well, my services will cost you some,” Baekhyun replied. Jongin was already pulling out two crisp one-hundred dollar bills from his wallet.

“I hope American dollar bills is fine with you,” Jongin said airily, waving the bills around lightly. “I’m not carrying any Korean currency on me at the moment.”

Baekhyun took the money with a flick of his wrists and a devilish smile. "American currency is just fine.” He managed to tuck them away in his ridiculously tight skinny jeans. “You're in luck, Kim Jongin. I happen to be sleeping with the guy whose house Kyungsoo will be staying at before he transfers over second semester."

"What a coincidence," Jongin muttered, sure that it was anything but. Baekhyun merely stared at him, a mocking little smile on his lips. Jongin resisted the urge to pout and looked away instead. "Can you set up a meeting? Preferably today."

“Hmm,” Baekhyun said, tapping his lips thoughtfully. “I think we’re meeting up tonight for a little something-something, if you know what I mean.” Baekhyun wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Great,” Jongin replied drolly. He didn’t care about others’ sex lives, especially when it didn’t involve him. He looked at Baekhyun questioningly. “I’m guessing you’re okay with me crashing your little...‘something-something’?” Baekhyun simply smiled.

“Why should it matter to me?” Baekhyun asked carelessly, flapping a hand in the air. “Not getting laid a day out of many doesn’t mean much to me.”

“So I’ll be seeing you around midnight,” Jongin said, already turning away. Excitement thrummed in his veins. He was one step closer to winning the bet.

“Midnight it is,” Baekhyun agreed. “Oh, and by the way, he’s a little in the closet. Don’t break him too much, okay?”

Another thing Jongin liked about Baekhyun was that Baekhyun always followed through on his promises, even if getting a promise out of him in the first place was just the slightest bit costly. By the time Jongin arrived at Baekhyun’s house and let himself in, the fun had already started. Everyone was in place. A shiver of delight tingled through him.

"Mm, you like my cock, don't you? Such a good little cock sucker."

Jongin held in a snort from outside the bedroom, pressing a closed first to his mouth as if it would help to keep the laughter in. He straightened himself up, fiddling with the recorder in his grasp as he smiled to himself with twitching lips. He never thought Baekhyun would go for the dirty talkers. Baekhyun, no matter how he looked on the outside, was actually quite a prude on the inside. Baekhyun must like his new toy, Jongin thought to himself idly. Otherwise Baekhyun wouldn’t put up with the language.

He checked his watch, observed the time, and said out loud, “Perfect timing.” He turned on his video recorder, and then hefted it in the air as he barged into the room unannounced. The door slammed hard against the wall, and bounced back to greet Jongin lightly. He shoved it away, all his attention focused on the little screen on his video recorder.

“Holy fu-”

Jongin walked through the entrance with a smile on his face, casually looking around the room as the two lumps under the bed frantically moved and stilled.

“I thought you said the door was locked!” the first lump hissed from under the covers. New boy toy had a mysterious, almost-Chinese accent, Jongin noticed.

“Oh, did I? I must’ve been so eager to get laid that I really forgot to lock the door,” the second lump, Baekhyun, said blandly. “Sorry about that.” But it was obvious Baekhyun wasn’t sorry. Jongin rolled his eyes. His friend never changed, huh?

He walked close to the bed, eyeing the silken sheets interestedly before picking at them. He felt them between his fingers, enjoying the way they slid over his skin, before taking a firm grip of the sheets and pulling roughly. The sheets slid from the bed, revealing the nearly naked, rumpled boys hiding under to the little red light of his recorder. The blond boy lying next to Baekhyun squawked and tried to hide his face in the other’s arm to no avail. Baekhyun merely seemed to be stifling a grin, taking in the recorder with interest.

Jongin whistled when he got a good look at the body lying beside Baekhyun.

“Well, well, well,” Jongin said, chuckling. He looked over to Baekhyun. “You never told me you were fucking Luhan. Isn’t this guy rumored to have been asked by some big shot producer to play a part in an upcoming movie once he graduates?”

“You never asked,” Baekhyun replied, shrugging. He didn’t appear to care that he was fucking someone potentially famous, as he probably would have with someone else. Curious indeed, Jongin thought. He looked to Luhan.

“Luhan,” he called, taking a dark delight in the way Luhan’s pale, slight body tensed in the dim light. “I see you’re enjoying the...finer pleasures...life has to offer.”

Luhan pushed himself up from where he’d been trying to disappear into the comforter and looked pleadingly at Jongin. “Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

Jongin sighed exaggeratedly. “I’m not so sure I can give into that request,” he said apologetically. “You have to understand, my mouth can get a little...loose.”

Luhan scrambled from the bed, throwing himself down at Jongin’s feet with wide, terrified eyes. “Please, you have no idea how ruined my career will be if word gets out about this. Please don’t tell. Please. Please. I’ll do anything, as long as you don’t say a word of this incident to anyone!”

“Well...” Jongin trailed off thoughtfully. He stopped recording and crossed his arms. “I don’t think I really want anything I don’t already have...” He resisted the urge to smile when Luhan practically deflated; he had Luhan in the palm of his hands. Now, all that was left to do was to let Luhan eat out of it. His face brightened. “Actually, I do think I have something I want from you.”

“What? I’ll do anything,” Luhan said, almost eagerly. His big eyes sparkled hopefully up at Jongin.

“Let me stay over at your house for a while,” Jongin said, maintaining a straight face through sheer will. Victory was making him giddy.

A frown crossed Luhan’s face, and his nod was hesitant. He seemed suspicious of the favor, but Jongin knew Luhan wouldn’t turn him down - not if he wanted to keep his future career afloat, anyway.

“Okay,” Luhan finally agreed.

The assent was music to Jongin’s ears.

Luhan’s house was nice. A mansion set within the city limits, the lawn was a vibrant green and the statues a dignified grey. Jongin ran his fingers through the water fountain’s spray, taking a childish delight in the cool sensation over his hands before shaking the water off. Since it was the biting season of winter, his fingers quickly numbed over in the chilly temperature, and he shoved them back into his coat in a futile attempt to warm them up.

Luhan waited a few meters ahead of him impatiently, cheeks rosy from giving Jongin a tour around the outside of the house. Jongin spared him a glance before passing by him, moving toward the house even though part of him still wanted to stay outdoors. He supposed he could be nice for once. Luhan was clearly freezing and wanted to go inside. Jongin accepted this easily; he'd gotten a good feel for the outside layout anyway.

The door opened and closed behind them silently. He toed off his shoes politely at the door and turned to Luhan.

“Let’s run through the scenario once more, shall we?” Jongin asked hypothetically, leaning against the nearest wall casually. “As soon as Do Kyungsoo arrives, you will...?”

“I will greet him enthusiastically,” Luhan stated drolly, rolling his eyes. “Soon after, though, I’ll remember that I ‘forgot’ to do something, and ‘hand’ him over to you for a tour of the house while I ‘conspicuously’ leave the house for a few hours.” Jongin smiled at the answer, pleased.

“Oh, good,” he said, nodding. “I’m glad you still remember everything. But I think you forgot the most important thing. Under no circumstances are you-”

“To tell him about you blackmailing me, or anything bad about you at all,” Luhan finished, moving passed Jongin with an exasperated expression marring his face. “Yeah, I remember that, too.”

Jongin watched him leave the room thoughtfully. Kyungsoo was bound to show up sometime around noon of the next day, according to Luhan. That meant he still had time to perfect his seduction techniques. He snorted at the thought before smiling. Do Kyungsoo would never realize what hit him.

Jongin concentrated on the clock upon the wall, studying it intently as one...two...three seconds ticked by. Absentmindedly drumming his fingers against his knee, he let out a large sigh as the minute hand moved slowly, taunting him with the sluggish pace. He forced a calm upon himself; staring at the clock wouldn’t make Kyungsoo appear any faster, and it would only drive him to even more impatience.

Patience was, after all, the only virtue Jongin had, and he planned on keeping it.

Standing up, he walked to the coat closet, slipped his coat and shoes on, and opened the front door. He eyed the buildup of snow sticking to the ground before smiling.

He knew exactly what to do to pass his time.

An hour later, suffering from a runny nose and only half finished with an igloo, Jongin looked up when he heard the engine of a car roar in the near distance. He paused, gloved hands resting upon a block of snow as he thought about what this meant. Was Luhan finally back, and this time with their...special guest? Excitement thrummed through him and he almost discarded all his hard work to greet them before he forced himself to take a deep breath.

Play things cool, Jongin, he reminded himself. He couldn’t act like he knew Kyungsoo was coming, otherwise that would give everything away. He was supposed to just be at Luhan’s house because he was “buddy-buddy” with Luhan, not because he had to seduce Kyungsoo to win a bet.

That decided, he got back to work on his igloo, tongue sticking out in concentration. He scooped up a pile of snow, using his wet, soggy gloves to pat the white coldness together into a solid block of snow. His hands were numb - they’d long since stopped feeling icy, and Jongin couldn’t decide whether that was a good thing or not - but he didn’t let it stop him from staying outside. It’d been awhile since he had gotten the chance to play in the snow, and he was going to get his fill of the chilly wonderland before he missed his chance.

The sound of shoes crunching through unmarred snow slowly brought him to his senses right as he finished the another block to put on top of the igloo. He blinked, turning around when the footsteps halted behind him.

And there he was, standing there with cheeks ruddy from the cold and eyes wide as they took in the igloo. Do Kyungsoo. He was cuter in real life than in the pictures, Jongin noticed satisfactorily.

Jongin took a deep breath, the beginnings of a smirk twitching onto his lips. Let the games begin, he thought to himself.

“Luhan!” Jongin exclaimed, pouting up at his temporary housemate. “That was cruel of you, leaving like that without telling me!” He watched the way Luhan’s eyes darkened in momentarily surprise... but the actor-to-be wasn’t an actor-to-be for no reason, Jongin thought. He’d picked the right person to blackmail, it seemed. Luhan quickly masked the shock on his face, a pleasant expression surfacing.

“Sorry, Jongin,” Luhan said sheepishly, eyes crinkling as he smiled. “I had to pick up a friend.” He gestured to where Kyungsoo stood silently, as if unwilling to intrude upon the moment.

“A friend?” Jongin questioned out loud, eyes turning upon the figure. He observed Kyungsoo, watching the way his eyes sparkled like the winter wonderland around them, and how small he seemed to be, huddled within his giant coat. He looked like a regular teenager... but Jongin couldn’t deny that there was something uncharacteristic about Kyungsoo. He had an air around him that no regular high school student could have. Jongin noted that with faint approval.

“Ah!” Jongin cried as he ‘recognized’ Luhan’s friend, clapping his hands together and pushing himself up to his feet. “I’ve seen you before! You’re Do Kyungsoo, aren’t you?” he asked eagerly, gazing at the other male intently.

But instead of blushing at the close scrutiny like Jongin imagined, Kyungsoo merely returned Jongin’s stare with a stare of his own. A smile formed on Kyungsoo’s lips, and Jongin watched in something akin to shock as it transformed the idol’s face.

Kyungsoo owned a really nice smile, he thought to himself, satisfied at this observation. He blinked once, twice, to clear the image from his head.

If he’d had any reservations about fucking Kyungsoo before, they were all long gone by now. He simply had to have that smile in his bed, and that was that.

With a smile like that, Kyungsoo would be his greatest conquest yet.

Jongin bowed slightly and said, “My name is Kim Jongin. Nice to meet you.” Kyungsoo responded with a bow of his own and a smile.

“Oh, man,” Luhan groaned abruptly, hitting himself lightly on the head. He seemed bothered by something. Jongin and Kyungsoo turned to stare at him questioningly, and Luhan shot them an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, guys,” Luhan said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “I have to leave for a bit. I seem to have forgotten that I was supposed to run an errand before I picked Kyungsoo up.”

Jongin held in a smile at that. So Luhan was already putting the plan into motion, huh? His approval for the actor continued to climb. Maybe Baekhyun really had picked up someone impressive. Luhan turned big eyes onto Jongin and Kyungsoo, his acting flawless. Had Jongin not known about the plan in the first place, he would’ve been completely fooled. Jongin cast a secretive glance over to the unsuspecting Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo was a goner.

“Is it okay if you can show Kyungsoo around, Jongin? I should be back within an hour or two!” Luhan continued, pulling up his sleeves to glance at his watch. He winced when he saw the time, and then clapped his hands together pleadingly as his eyes begged at them.

Jongin blinked, gathering his wits. His forehead wrinkled in false worry as he nodded. “I’m completely fine with giving Kyungsoo a tour around the house, if he’s okay with it.” He glanced over to Kyungsoo, a silent question in his eyes. Kyungsoo smiled at him before turning to Luhan.

“Go ahead and do whatever you need to, Luhan,” Kyungsoo said cheerfully, breathing coming out in cute little puffs of white clouds. Jongin watched them dissipate in the clear, crisp air of winter as an indescribable feeling welled up within him. “I’m sure I can get around fine with Jongin at my side.” Kyungsoo said this as he linked arms with Jongin as if to prove an unsaid point.

Jongin rolled his eyes downward to look at their linked arms in surprise, speechless, before snapping out of it. He pulled Kyungsoo closer to him, a small part of him loving the warmth radiating from the idol, and grinned charmingly at Luhan. His eyes, however, told another story. You can leave now, he said internally, eyes narrowing on the soon-to-be actor as he fought to keep the smile in place.

Luhan observed them for a second, recognition passing through his eyes right before he sighed and nodded.

“Okay,” Luhan finally said, and his features brightened in thankfulness. He turned to leave. “Then I’ll be going now. Thanks a lot, Jongin! I’ll see you two later!”

Jongin and Kyungsoo waved cheerfully as they bid Luhan farewell, watching in silence as Luhan left with snow crunching in his wake. The sound of a car’s engine purred to life somewhere in the distance, the sound growing distant before disappearing altogether.

And then there were two, Jongin thought.

As if hearing his thoughts, Kyungsoo turned to him with a bright smile. He unlinked their arms and pointed to the unfinished igloo in the snow.

“You look like you need help with that,” Kyungsoo said, winking. “Mind if I help finish it?”

“No,” Jongin said, smiling. “I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

After finishing the igloo, the pair made their way into the house, shivering. Jongin’s hands were completely numb, and he winced when he thought about the aches and pains he would have to feel later when they warmed up. Pulling his completely sopping wet gloves off, he ushered Kyungsoo inside. Kyungsoo left his shoes outside to dry, and Jongin did the same, quickly closing the door as if to seal away the chill. They stood in the doorway for a moment, pants soaked with melted snow and bones shaking inside their skin.

Kyungsoo’s cheeks, nose, and ears were completely red from staying outside in the chilly weather. Jongin figured he wasn’t faring any better than the idol - he couldn’t even feel his face anymore, if he were completely honest with himself.

“Mr. Kim,” a polite female voice intruded on them. Jongin turned around, absently rubbing his hands together for warmth. The maid offered a small bow, eyes downcast. “There’s a fire on in the living room, if you wish to warm up. The butler is also fetching some dry clothes and towels for you two. Would you like me to make some hot chocolate for you and the guest?”

The maids and butlers around the house had already been told that Jongin would be the one to give Kyungsoo a tour, Luhan had told him. Jongin smiled at the memory. Though Luhan might not have liked being blackmailed, he sure was doing an efficient job in keeping up his end of the deal.

He glanced at Kyungsoo questioningly. “Do you want something to drink?” he asked, eyes gazing at Kyungsoo’s red face.

“Hot chocolate sounds like heaven right now,” Kyungsoo told him, flashing both him and the maid a small smile. The action was stiff, as if his face was still numb from the cold. It was a little... adorable, Jongin had to admit. He looked away, disturbed by the thought. When the hell had adorable existed in his vocabulary?

“We’ll have some hot chocolate, then,” he told the maid. She nodded, glanced up once to look at both of them, and then left. Jongin stared after her. For some reason, he dreaded being alone with Kyungsoo. He frowned at the thought, confused. What, exactly, was he afraid of?

“Well?” Kyungsoo asked, voice amused. Jongin looked at him, blinking. The color was already fading from Kyungsoo’s face, and his smile seemed easier than just a moment ago. “Are you going to show me how to get to the living room, or do I have to find it myself?”

“So, where are your bags?” Jongin asked, sipping his hot chocolate slowly. He didn’t look at Kyungsoo, opting instead to stare at the fire crackling behind the safety of the partially open glass screen.

"According to Luhan, my bags are already in my room, " Kyungsoo said, and a crackle from the wood in the fireplace plunged them back into silence. Jongin fidgeted, unused to the silence (normally people initiated conversations with him, not the other way around), and risked a glance at Kyungsoo from the corner of his eyes. Irritatingly enough, Kyungsoo didn’t seem at all bothered by the silence as he was.

In fact, Kyungsoo seemed to bask in the peace of the moment, his breathing deep and calm as he peered absently into the fire. Jongin watched, transfixed by the way the firelight reflected in Kyungsoo’s dark eyes. Kyungsoo’s face glowed with an inner contentment, a sort of peace that Jongin had no knowledge over. He seemed...happy...with life. Jongin hadn’t seen that happiness in years.

Something tightened in his chest.

Jongin couldn’t help but stare blatantly, throwing subtilty to the wind. Something about Kyungsoo was strangely appealing.

As if he could hear Jongin’s thoughts, Kyungsoo turned to him and, when he noticed Jongin gawking at him, smiled.

“Did I get some hot chocolate on my face?” he asked Jongin. Long used to being watched by others, Kyungsoo wasn’t at all bothered by it. In fact, he appeared more amused than anything else. Jongin blinked, composing himself. Since when did he ever treat anyone, even celebrities, like this? The answer to that was, never. He let a smirk turn his lips upward, his staring becoming purposeful.

“No,” Jongin said slowly, eyes tracing the gentle slope of Kyungsoo’s cheeks. “I just rather like looking at you. Is there a problem with that?” He would’ve said more, but he didn’t even know if his advances were welcome yet. Jongin made a note to test the waters a bit before he tried anything. It wasn’t so much that he was scared of the rejection; it was more of the fact that he’d have to work harder to get Kyungsoo to give into him if he was rejected.

Heaven forbid Jongin working hard at anything, honestly. He had a list of things he hated putting effort into, and conquering someone in bed was most definitely on it.

But then again, he supposed that if he didn’t have to work hard at getting into the virgin celebrity’s pants, he’d end up more dissatisfied than naught. Jongin had been hoping for a challenge by seducing Kyungsoo into his bed.

After all, what was the point in all of this if he couldn’t bask in the glory of his success later?

After the fireplace dried them off thoroughly, Jongin gave Kyungsoo a tour of the mansion. As time wore on, it became more and more obvious to Jongin that Kyungsoo was rather... unique, to put it simply. Kyungsoo didn’t act at all like Jongin had expected. Jongin’s casual flirting wasn’t rebuffed nor was it ignored. In fact, Kyungsoo seemed to take the flirting easily, tossing a good amount of flirting back into Jongin’s face. Strange enough, though, the flirting seemed impersonal. It seemed to come as easily as breathing, like it was a part of Kyungsoo’s nature.

Jongin wasn’t sure what to think about that.

“Now this,” Jongin said, pushing open the doors open, “is the indoor pool room.” He turned to Kyungsoo, watching the way the idol’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. He stifled the urge to smile at the expression, instead grabbing Kyungsoo’s hand to pull him into the large pool area. The waterfall was up and running, and Jongin pointed out the fish tank within the pool.

“Luhan never told me he had an awesome pool room,” Kyungsoo said in awe, still taking everything in with wide eyes.

“Isn’t it great?” Jongin asked, sidling up close enough behind Kyungsoo’s back that he could feel the idol’s warmth. He noted with satisfaction that Kyungsoo still hadn’t let go of his hand.

“Is it bad that I just want to strip naked and dive in?” Kyungsoo asked, his voice dreamy. Jongin smiled, amused.

“Why don’t you, then?” Jongin asked. Kyungsoo looked up at him, face thoughtful as he observed Jongin. Jongin felt his smile lock into place at the scrutiny. Finally, Kyungsoo smiled.

“Only if you do it first.”

“So do you have a house around here?” Kyungsoo asked him curiously as they continued their tour. They ran into servants a few times, but other than that, they had the entire place to themselves. Which reminded Jongin, he hadn’t seen Luhan’s parents since he had started staying over.

He made a note to ask Luhan or Baekhyun about that later.

“Nah,” Jongin said, tossing back a smile to Kyungsoo. “I live down in the city. I come over to Luhan’s every once in a while to get away from the hustle and bustle.”

“I see,” Kyungsoo said thoughtfully. “Then do you, by chance, go to the fine arts high school that Luhan goes to?” Jongin carefully kept his face forward, not wanting his face to reveal anything as he hummed an agreement. A chuckle floated to Jongin’s ears and he turned around curiously. Kyungsoo seemed amused by something, but shook his head when Jongin raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“I’m going to that high school starting next semester,” Kyungsoo said, smiling. Jongin wasn’t sure how to react to that, but he soon realized the opportunity laid out before him. This would be a good time to talk about Kyungsoo’s latest magazine interview. He smiled, allowing his teeth to peek out from between his lips.

“Ah yes, I remember reading about that,” Jongin said, grin widening as they trudged up the stairs to the second floor. Finally done with the lower half of the mansion, Jongin figured that the tour was pretty much done. Bedrooms mainly occupied the second floor, with a towel and clothing closet and a large entertainment room. Jongin pointed the doors out as they went, but decided to not go in them. It was already close to four in the afternoon, and he figured he had to let Kyungsoo settle in. “I think you said something about changing schools in one of your interviews?”

Kyungsoo cocked his head, confused. “Which interview? I’ve done quite a bit of them, you know.” They stopped outside of Kyungsoo’s room. Jongin idly pointed out that he was across the hallway if Kyungsoo needed anything.

“The one about you waiting to have sex until marriage.” He leaned against the wall, watching the way Kyungsoo’s features shifted on his face. Fortunately, Kyungsoo didn’t seem to suspect anything. He decided to push for a little more information. “Was all of that true, by the way?”

“What do you mean?” Kyungsoo asked, blinking.

“Were you actually telling the truth during that interview?” Jongin asked curiously. “That you’re still a virgin and won’t have sex until you marry?”

“Well, yeah,” Kyungsoo said as he shrugged. “Personally, I don’t believe in casual sex, so I suppose it’s more of the fact that I won’t have sex until I’m actually in love.”

“But that’s not fun,” Jongin said, frowning. He didn’t understand the concept of waiting to have sex with someone you “loved.” More importantly, did love actually even exist? He’d never personally seen it, so the thought puzzled him.

Kyungsoo merely shrugged again, a mysterious smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Before Jongin could question him further, Kyungsoo disappeared into his room with a wave and a silent click of the door closing. Jongin stared blankly at the opposite wall before pushing off and disappearing into his own room.

Jongin picked up his ringing phone, glancing at the caller ID before heaving out a sigh. Taemin. He should’ve guessed.

He swiped his fingers across the screen to take the call before dragging the phone to his ear. He really didn’t want to deal with Taemin being cruel and callous like typical, so he hoped that it was an unusual day for Taemin.

“Yeah?” he asked into the phone, careful not to reveal his current turmoil in his voice. Taemin was like a predator; he could smell negative emotions and he’d pick at them until they became a hundred times worse. Jongin would know; after all, he’d lived with the guy for practically ten years. One year was enough to show Jongin Taemin’s true colors, much less ten. Maybe an unusual day would loosen Taemin into talking for once.

“Have you started working on Krystal yet?” Taemin asked bluntly. Jongin could almost see Taemin sitting in their living room, bored out of his mind. But even bored out of his mind, Taemin would still be horrifyingly beautiful. Jongin pressed his lips together at the thought.

“Krystal?” he asked, and arched a brow knowing fully well Taemin couldn’t see him. “I’m pretty sure I never said I’d ‘work’ on her in the first place.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure you did say you’d work on her,” Taemin replied, sounding quizzical. Jongin wasn’t fooled in the least. They both knew Taemin was lying. “Didn’t you say you wanted to fuck her?”

“No,” Jongin snorted. The last thing he wanted to do was actually do Krystal. He’d had enough girls like her to keep him satisfied for a while. Now, all he wanted was change, and an example of said change was a certain someone right across the hallway.

“Oh,” Taemin murmured. Jongin counted to five before Taemin, exactly as expected, said then, “But you’ll work on her anyway, right? If I asked?” Jongin exhaled slowly, careful not to sigh into the phone. He should’ve known this would’ve happened. He weighed his options thoughtfully before he clicked his tongue.

“What’s in it for me?”

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