Beauty and the Beast | Chapter 10/?
Beauty and the Beast
Author: love_cassiopeia
Summary: Jung Yunho - a gifted and successful actor. Kim Jaejoong - Yunho's biggest fan. After receiving the task to interview Yunho for his journalism assignment, Jaejoong realizes that his favourite actor just might transform him from a "fan" into something much more.
Rated: PG-13 ~ NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own the five members, I’m simply borrowing them.
Warning(s): NC-17 material, language
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Pairing(s): YunJae
Chapter 10: A Wronged Rapture
10.
A wronged rapture
Bedroom, Bora Bora Lagoon Resort and Spa. 3:55 AM Bora Bora
Spellbound by his enthralling yet tantalizing kiss, I was unable to fall asleep, shifting fretfully in my bed sheets and trying to attain slumber for my fatigued eyelids. The continuous flashbacks refused to leave me alone, rendering me powerless as I rested among the soft sheets. I swore under my breath, criticizing myself for taking our kiss so gravely.
What astonished me even more was not the kiss alone, but how we sustained the kiss. It felt as if the two of us committed to such an action only because we were eager for the sudden burst of affection, not because we needed it. I was fervent for him due to my burning passion for the performer; I felt that he, however, desired such a thing only to prove himself worthy of affection-to prove that he still had a heart despite the emptiness that lingered solely inside him.
Wide awake with the actor sleeping in the bed beside me, I began to replay the memorable scene at the beach, hoping that it wouldn’t be the last time I would congregate my lips with his. Every emotion I felt flustering inside me was genuine, and every single word I had spoken to him was the absolute truth. After the eloquent confession, I was no doubt still uncertain of my emotions. Was I only doing this for the actor’s good looks and talent? Or was I doing it to heal him from his misery?
“I want to be with you.” I told him earlier that night, after our ‘game’ had ended. And I truly did, knowing the truth about him and deeply sympathizing for him. I was distressed, however, when I realised the pace at which we were going. It had barely been six days on the island, and here I was, already acting like a lovesick puppy in front of the gorgeous entertainer.
I didn’t think he really seemed to mind, especially because he was the one who brought about such an action. There was also the possibility that he had done it only for his own amusement. After all, my womanly features were infamous for bringing out such unusual occurrences.
I had no clue what to do. The two of us were held together by our uncontrolled kiss, and I felt that I had been tainted-forever, by the beast who knew nothing of love. The old Jaejoong wouldn’t have minded it one bit, but now, I was feeling tentative and inundated.
Deciding to abandon sleep altogether, I sat up and strolled over to the desk where my laptop laid. I kept my procedures gentle in case I would disturb the sleeping actor. I sighed, hoping to get a bit of work done instead of wasting time in bed, not receiving a second of sleep.
I turned the laptop on, logged into my account, and opened up a word document. I had written a few paragraphs on behalf of my article on the actor beforehand, and now I was prepared to revise the final paper. However, my ideas for the article were erratically conflicting, caused by the significant and crucial occurrence tonight.
Staring at the blank word document, I began typing, hoping that my words would be enough to win me a position on the Seoul Times Newspaper.
The versatile actor and poised entertainer, Jung Yunho, is by far the most influential magnate in the film industry. I started my article out slow, hoping it would hook the audience’s attention.
However, after spending a few days with him, I not only realised his astonishing talent was bottomless, but that his inner child had influenced quite a large portion of him. The actor whom I imagined would be poised and graceful turned out to be nothing but a mischievous and stubborn child.
I halted, wondering if my last statement had been too harsh. I decided it against it however, when I realised it was the complete truth. I wasn’t in any position to construct any lies about him, so I stuck to reality, hoping my alternative would provide me with more amusement.
The actor is not only obstinate, but he is also very cold and inapproachable at first. But after spending only a few hours with him, his outer shell begins to melt, revealing his true colours and deep emotions-
“Jaejoong-ah, what are you doing?”
I was startled instantly by the deep voice of the actor as he spoke languidly within the bed sheets.
I saved my word document and shut down my laptop, hoping to keep my article as secretive as possible. I sighed in failure, discontented that the actor had prevented me from getting further in my assignment.
“Go back to sleep.” He droned wearily. “Don’t stay up all night typing.”
His vague mumbling brought a chuckle to my lips. It was always entertaining seeing him half awake and making a complete fool of himself.
Instead of making my way back to my own mattress, my body was mechanically drawn to his-almost as if a magnetic force was acting upon me. I sat next to the half-awake Yunho, snuggling up to him to receive a bit of comfort for my fatigued, frigid body. The messy bed hair and revealing tank top he wore nearly undid me, leaving sick fancies to wander throughout my tarnished mind.
The masculine fingers of his gently worked their way up my spine, causing a chill to be released throughout my entire body. He held me close to him, making sure the friction between us was powerful enough to create sparks.
As his lengthy fingers entangled through the strands of my hair, my lips were eagerly brought to his, causing the desired spark to appear. I let my curious tongue taste every corner of his cherry lips, giving up my whole soul as I continued.
The two of us broke apart for air, but continued almost as eagerly (if not, more) as we retrieved our breaths. My body filled with sweet rapture as our lips met once again, my mind rapidly being preoccupied with erotic pictures of him. I couldn’t stop, no matter how hard I tried. His kiss was like a drug to me, leaving me merrily intoxicated and susceptible.
What marvelled me the most, however, was when my curious fingers sat at the foot of his shirt, lifting it up slightly and craving to dispose of the soft material. I could feel my member hardening as I lifted his shirt up halfway, allowing him to finish up the rest himself.
He eyed me favourably, knowing exactly where I was going with my actions. The stronger man laid me upon the mattress, leaving me no choice but to obey. He went to work on my clothes, his fingers impatient as the polyester material was removed. I sighed, my body quivering, unprepared of what was to happen next.
“You’re mine.” He whispered into my ears, making me wish I could say the same to him. He met his lips with a soft patch of skin upon my neckline, letting himself take what he desired.
The velvet lips upon my sensitive neckline offered me anxiety yet compassion. I whimpered in discomfort as the actor made his mark upon me, claiming his territory and making sure no one else would stumble upon it.
For a man who had never loved before in his entire life, he was quite an expert on pleasing my psyche. Perhaps it was just aspiration from the beginning. After all, he was my favourite actor and consisted of a perfectly-sculpted visage and body.
As he finished up along my jaw line, his fingers travelled down my pants, coming in contact with my hard length and setting my whole body on fire. With absolute impatience, he severs my pants from my hips in one pull, revealing every inch of me to his eyes, and his eyes only.
I let my eyelids lose to gravity, frightened of the sudden sensation which lingered throughout me. I could detect the desire in his touch; the heat of the seducing flames which met upon my skin. My mouth lost its control and breached-the voice barely audible as I let out a deep groan. With his fingers upon my sensitive region and his lean body pressed to mine, I was left feebly breathless.
I heard myself plea for more as I saw the tiny droplets of crystal sweat tainting his faultlessly tanned chest. My incessant longing for him reached its maximum height, making my body fervent to have him inside me.
My eager hands reached down to undo his pants. My fingers aspired to touch him as my tongue desired to taste him. I was immediately succumbed by my selfish desires, making my entire conscious blinded and paralyzed.
Acting as the offensive, I let my tongue travel to his erect nipple, tasting the tender skin upon his chest. My lengthy arms wrapped around him, claiming his broad and masculine shoulders as mine.
His voice carried utter desperation along with a hint of discomfort as he groaned. “Jae…joong…” He whispered into my neck, his hot breath delighting my fragile ears.
I closed my eyes, obeying his orders and letting my tongue meet his pulsating hard length. He let out an unexpected whimper as the meeting occurred, dumbfounded by the sudden burst of pleasure.
Letting my tongue take me wherever it desired, I enveloped the backside of his erection with my curious tongue, allowing him moan in pleasure. I wrapped my long fingers around his throbbing member, inundated by overpowering gratification.
His seductive groans nearly made my mind blow. He sighed into my skin, besieged by the enticing satisfaction.
Allowing him to dominate me once more, I let gravity bring my incited body back down onto the mattress, opening my whole heart, body, and soul to him. His strong arms nailed me onto the soft sheets, rendering me completely vulnerable as I lay, helpless.
Gliding his fingers into the rigid opening, he breached me, allowing himself an entrance into my body. My mind and heart was in synchronization as I let his hard member tease me at my opening. My body was utterly hungry to have him inside me. He entangled his fingers in mine to offer me a sense of security, and then without warning, he penetrated me, sending my whole body into complete alarm.
The pain which I felt upon the lower half of my body was equivalent to the overwhelming pleasure I experienced. Our bodies were so close that I swore our hearts would melt into the each other, unable to return to our own bodies as they eternally entwined within our souls.
I let my lips meet with his again, completing the love we had made upon the mattress. I allowed my eyelids to droop jadedly, solely wanting to feel the pain which dominated me.
Under the moonlight of the tranquil island, the two of us gave ourselves to each other. There we lay in the soft sheets, not separately-but as a complete puzzle.
I was gratified that in the end, my emotions weren’t a waste to him after all.
Bedroom, Hotel de Crillon. 6:32 PM Paris, France
The sombre manager glanced out of his hotel window in dismay. It had been a total of six days since the actor left Paris, venturing off into a distant land where no one would be able to find him. The cool autumn rain kissed the windows lightly, filling the manager with utter remorse and doubt. If only he hadn’t scolded the actor so for abandoning the insignificant staff dinner, then the picturesque entertainer would still be here today.
It wasn’t as if he couldn’t comprehend the actor. In fact, he knew it was essential for him to receive a relaxing vacation to take his mind off work. But what bothered him the most was when he decided to depart. Yunho had always appeared to take his filming seriously; so why was he rebelling so much now? Changmin shook his head, his body fatigued from his constant over thinking.
Distracting him from the darkness that loitered about him, his mobile phone rang, severing his mind from his unremitting depression. He answered the phone eagerly, wishing that Yunho would be on the other side of the line.
“Yes? Shim Changmin here.”
The manager listened vigilantly as an alien voice spoke from the opposite end of the line. “Mr. Shim Changmin-sshi, this is the head of VX Magazine.” The voice stated, a bit enigmatically. “On behalf of VX Magazine, we would like to share that we have received photos of Jung Yunho on the island of Bora Bora.”
Changmin’s eyes widened as the stranger finished, completely flabbergasted.
“Y-you know where he is?” He asked curiously, not knowing anything about the stranger on the other end.
The stranger agreed. “We not only know where he is, but the paparazzi have received countless amounts of pictures of him on the island.” He clarified. “If you will not meet our requests, we will post the photos on the October edition of our magazine.”
Confusion lingered through Changmin, replacing the remorse which originally filled him. The words which he received from his mobile phone left his body paralyzed and engulfed with apprehension.
“W-what?” He was speechless yet impatient to skip to conclusions. “What kind of pictures?”
The mysterious stranger on the other side of the line chuckled, nodding in satisfaction. “Our reporters have managed to capture a bit of intimate footage of him with another man.” He spoke maliciously, sending chills up the manager’s spine. “We sent the photos to your email. I think it would be wise to look inside your inbox right this moment.”
The young manager panicked, turning on his laptop and navigating through his email. There, on the very top of the page, was an email sent from VX magazine, displaying five photo attachments.
Impatient, the manager downloaded the five photos, curious to see if the man’s descriptions were valid. When the photos finished loading, Changmin opened them up one by one, scanning them over in unreserved bewilderment.
The consecutive five photos all consisted of the same scene. Two people were situated beside the ocean, seated on the beautiful white-sand beach, beside a small bonfire. There, amidst the aesthetic scenery, the two of them met their lips intimately, sharing the moment of ecstasy mutually.
The manager, with the phone still attached to his ears, squinted his eyes to view the two people a bit more clearly. After a few moments, the manger finally realised the truth of the photo-the truth that obdurately sent needles into his heart.
The two people meeting their lips, was none other than Jung Yunho, and the reporter he had only met briefly, Kim Jaejoong.
“Wha-” Changmin was left speechless, attempting to draw coherency out of the photo. After try after try, he was unable to, his mind cluttered with confusion and his knees weakening from the sudden shock.
The deep voice travelled through the phone, once again. “Quite a shock, is it not?” The stranger asked, smirking. “We will issue these photos if you do not meet our demands, understand?”
Changmin was taken back from the man’s vicious words. “A-are you blackmailing me?” He asked, fear in his voice.
The man chuckled. “Even in you are to report us to the authorities, we will still not hesitate to leak the pictures.”
Changmin furrowed his brows. “You bastard…”
He returned to the screen and scanned across the five photos once again. If such photos were publicized, the actor’s illustrious career would be ruined. The fans that were once so devoted to him would change their minds, now disgusted of him for kissing another man.
The manger sighed, trying to relieve himself from stress. “What do you want?” He asked, impatient. “What can I do to stop this?”
“So you’re agreeing.” The puzzling man replied.
“Just tell me what I have to do!” He cried out, furious at the turnout of events.
The man chuckled, being completely flippant during the solemn discussion. “Have the film company pay us 500,000 dollars.” The man responded. “If we do not have the money, we will not hesitate to post the photos.”
The young manager was dumbfounded. “500,000 dollars?” He echoed. “Are you crazy?”
The alien voice responded humorously. “So you want the photos published, then.”
Changmin shook his head furiously. “No!” He cried out, frightened out of his own skin. “It will ruin Yunho’s fame and career! If such a thing was to happen, all his years of hard work would go to complete waste!”
The stranger smirked. “Then have the money by Thursday, or we will publish the photos in your next issue.” He concluded. “Understood?”
“W-wait, you can’t-”
The line went dead, cutting off the manager’s alarmed voice. He sighed, thinking over the perturbed situation as he stared off into space angrily.
Everything which could’ve gone wrong went wrong. The manager’s temper was at its heights, rendering him completely livid and irritated.
His one last nerve popped, sending him to throw his costly mobile phone to the wall before him. The large amount of money the company requested was preposterous; there would be no way he would be able to fund for the actor’s careless mistake!
As the phone conversation concluded, the manager sunk back down into his armchair. An influx of stress subjugated him, making his mind spin.The very least he could do now was to attempt to contact the two about the shocking news. Out of all the things he needed to do, his first task was to caution Jaejoong and Yunho about the danger which lay ahead of them.
So, the manager did as his heart desired. He picked up his mobile phone once again, and dialled Kim Jaejoong’s cell phone number.
There were merely four days until Thursday, he needed to hurry.
Do you smell the trouble now? I know I do =D I’ve managed to balance this chapter out: with the pro of it being the smut and the con of it being the bad news. Poor, poor Changmin… the things he has to go through because of the actor!
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