revenge overdone
{Jui and Jun ki}
{Somewhere at the modelling agency}
{Rated PG}
Jun ki Lee was in search of his favorite little playmate. He hadn’t seen little Ayukawa Jui in a good long time and it was time they had a nice long talk. The man had to wonder why he hadn’t found out sooner, the up and coming idol he had been fucking wasn’t even out of high school. There was one thing Jun ki didn’t do and that was kids.
A sly smile was spread on the Koreans face as he walked into the agency, looking for Jui. A few waves and hellos were given to coworkers before he made his way to find the other. Once found he rested a hand on the boys shoulder.
”Jui~ Haven’t seen you in a while. Got a minute?”
Jui was startled out of his thoughts, vaguely concentrating as he watched some chick get her picture taken through a window. He'd already finished a shoot and had no reason to be there other than to charm others into giving him what he wanted.
And that was easy when he looked like he did right then- or so he thought.
And speaking of charm, who should be approaching him but his once upon a time much older, much more experienced foreign fuck buddy? Jui vaguely remembered lying about his age, but that was pretty insignificant. He thought so, anyway.
"I do, in fact." A small smirk. "How can I help you?"
“Just curious..” he began rather slowly. His arm snaked its way around the other’s shoulders as he pulled him close. They were friends right? There was no worry in getting this close to him, especially since he had been much closer. The grip on the other’s shoulder grew as well as his sinister smile.
”Why did you lie about your age to me?”
If the touch made Jui uncomfortable, he didn't show it, didn't even flinch. Jun ki was clearly annoyed- why? It really wasn't that big a deal, was it?
Oh, well. To each their own, or whatever the phrase was.
"Because you were hot and I was horny and if I hadn't lied you would've left me that way." A hundred percent the truth- there was nothing sinister about it and it wasn't like he was going to go trash Jun ki's reputation, so why the impending fuss?
“When exactly were you going to tell me your actual age?” He wasn’t that mad at the reason he was mad at the fact that he felt like he was the last to find out. It made him feel like he was a fool and Jun ki did not like being made a fool.
"Um..."
What a dumb question. And he'd thought Jun ki was a little bit smarter than that.
"I don't know? It's not like we hang out that much. We fucked once and have seen each other, like... three times since then." A shrug. "Who cares, anyway?" Jui wasn't sorry- he hardly ever was and this situation certainly didn't qualify as something to be sorry for.
“I care actually,” he said with a frown, removing his arm from around Jui. It may have seemed dumb to the younger model but Jun ki didn’t like feeling like he was some pedo at the thought of sleeping with someone who was in high school. It just grossed him out.
“I don’t like having sex with snot nose kids.” A bit harsh but that’s all Jui was to him now. A snot nose kid.
Snot nose kids? Jesus, he was acting like Jui was twelve or something. The younger model quirked an eyebrow and folded his arms.
"You certainly weren't complaining when you didn't know what a snot nose kid I was." And Jui was legal anyway so who the fuck cared? He'd lied by four years. Big. Fucking. Deal.
And hands balled into fists, a fist raised and swung at the other. Jun ki couldn’t figure out why he was so angry over a simple lie about an age but he couldn’t help wanting to beat Jui up for no reason. Maybe deep down he was jealous of the star? He felt like his territory was being invaded and it made him defensive.
Jui let out a slight yelp of shock before stumbling into the wall and sliding to the floor. Had Jun ki just hit him?
Seriously?
"What the fuck?" People were looking over at them, but he was too annoyed to care. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
And before the Korean could answer, Jui grasped the bottom of his pants in the hand that wasn't holding his brusing cheek and yanked them straight down. Lame revenge, but he was too weak for a real fight. Ever. And he had to do something.
The Korean looked down at his designer pants that were now at his ankles before looking at his rival. Had he just been pants. Seriously? Who did that? Snot nose kids that’s who. Giving the other a look saying ‘You’ve got to be kidding me’, he reached down to pull up his pants and ball his fist up to punch the other again.
He took his attention off Jui to notice that they were drawing a crowd and he was going to get in a world of trouble because of it.
Owowowow. Another yelp and Jui felt dizzy. The floor seemed to be turning vertical underneath him; he simply wasn't strong for this- or for the hatred he suddenly felt for this other model.
But people were staring and he needed to scream, so once everything was where it needed to be he simply stood up, grabbed the older man's sleeve and dragged him into an empty room, slamming the door behind him. God knew what room it was or if they were allowed to be there.
Everything hurt; his head, his pride. Someone had just pretty much owned him in front of a bunch of strangers who worked for this place. "What... the fuck... is wrong with you?!"
His mouth opened to speak but he just couldn’t think of the reason. He didn’t hate the other necessarily, he just felt extremely violated. Violated in a way he couldn’t describe. He knew the others popularity would grow when he first met him but now he felt like he was falling out of the lime light. He was scared in a way?
”Just fuck off Jui,” he said looking away from the other. Not the best thing to say but he didn’t want to tell the truth.
"Just fuck off?!" Jui was dizzy with rage. This was why he avoided emotion; he'd freak out and then he'd faint and all hell would break loose. Too late to go back now, though. "You just fucking attacked me! I could have you arrested, you piece of shit! I could fuck up your reputation in a second and a very fucking well may if you don't fix this right fucking now."
He wasn't sure if he was just talking shit or not. Certainly people were more likely to believe him than Jun ki if he were to lie to the media... maybe even Shun would. Probably not, but he could never be sure.
“What do you want me to apologize? Want me to pay you off? What the fuck do you want me to do? As far as I’m concerned I’ve fucked myself over by punching your dumb ass!”
His eyes finally lifted from the floor and looked at the other who was now getting some nice bruises on his face. It brought a small joy to him but it wasn’t enough to make him feel better about what he did. He might as well lay low for a while, go back to Korea or something. He had to get out of media attention or people would think he was a child beater.
"Fuck if I know, you stupid shit! How is it my fault that you got pissed off over something so trivial? Jesus fucking Christ!"
How in God's name was he going to explain this to Shun?
...He'd tell him the truth. Jun ki had attacked him. Perhaps he just wouldn't say why.
"God, you're so fucking stupid. How the hell could I have ever found you attractive?" He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
Jun ki was about ready to leave. Why did he have to keep talking to Jui anyway? His feet began to lead him to the door knowing that people were waiting out there just itching to know what the hell happened. He had nothing to say to them and that’s exactly how he felt with Jui. He had more important things to worry about and the whiney barely there teenage model yelling at him wasn’t one of them.
...Asshole.
"...Fine, fuck..." And Jui finally fainted as he always did, slipped down the wall and into the floor. Not caring because no one saw but Jun ki and who the fuck cared about Jun ki?
As soon as he woke up, he'd do his best to thoroughly fuck up the Korean's chances in the industry. Surely he had the influence- and Shun on his side.
It was what he deserved for being such a twat.
{Somewhere at the modelling agency}
{Rated PG}
Jun ki Lee was in search of his favorite little playmate. He hadn’t seen little Ayukawa Jui in a good long time and it was time they had a nice long talk. The man had to wonder why he hadn’t found out sooner, the up and coming idol he had been fucking wasn’t even out of high school. There was one thing Jun ki didn’t do and that was kids.
A sly smile was spread on the Koreans face as he walked into the agency, looking for Jui. A few waves and hellos were given to coworkers before he made his way to find the other. Once found he rested a hand on the boys shoulder.
”Jui~ Haven’t seen you in a while. Got a minute?”
Jui was startled out of his thoughts, vaguely concentrating as he watched some chick get her picture taken through a window. He'd already finished a shoot and had no reason to be there other than to charm others into giving him what he wanted.
And that was easy when he looked like he did right then- or so he thought.
And speaking of charm, who should be approaching him but his once upon a time much older, much more experienced foreign fuck buddy? Jui vaguely remembered lying about his age, but that was pretty insignificant. He thought so, anyway.
"I do, in fact." A small smirk. "How can I help you?"
“Just curious..” he began rather slowly. His arm snaked its way around the other’s shoulders as he pulled him close. They were friends right? There was no worry in getting this close to him, especially since he had been much closer. The grip on the other’s shoulder grew as well as his sinister smile.
”Why did you lie about your age to me?”
If the touch made Jui uncomfortable, he didn't show it, didn't even flinch. Jun ki was clearly annoyed- why? It really wasn't that big a deal, was it?
Oh, well. To each their own, or whatever the phrase was.
"Because you were hot and I was horny and if I hadn't lied you would've left me that way." A hundred percent the truth- there was nothing sinister about it and it wasn't like he was going to go trash Jun ki's reputation, so why the impending fuss?
“When exactly were you going to tell me your actual age?” He wasn’t that mad at the reason he was mad at the fact that he felt like he was the last to find out. It made him feel like he was a fool and Jun ki did not like being made a fool.
"Um..."
What a dumb question. And he'd thought Jun ki was a little bit smarter than that.
"I don't know? It's not like we hang out that much. We fucked once and have seen each other, like... three times since then." A shrug. "Who cares, anyway?" Jui wasn't sorry- he hardly ever was and this situation certainly didn't qualify as something to be sorry for.
“I care actually,” he said with a frown, removing his arm from around Jui. It may have seemed dumb to the younger model but Jun ki didn’t like feeling like he was some pedo at the thought of sleeping with someone who was in high school. It just grossed him out.
“I don’t like having sex with snot nose kids.” A bit harsh but that’s all Jui was to him now. A snot nose kid.
Snot nose kids? Jesus, he was acting like Jui was twelve or something. The younger model quirked an eyebrow and folded his arms.
"You certainly weren't complaining when you didn't know what a snot nose kid I was." And Jui was legal anyway so who the fuck cared? He'd lied by four years. Big. Fucking. Deal.
And hands balled into fists, a fist raised and swung at the other. Jun ki couldn’t figure out why he was so angry over a simple lie about an age but he couldn’t help wanting to beat Jui up for no reason. Maybe deep down he was jealous of the star? He felt like his territory was being invaded and it made him defensive.
Jui let out a slight yelp of shock before stumbling into the wall and sliding to the floor. Had Jun ki just hit him?
Seriously?
"What the fuck?" People were looking over at them, but he was too annoyed to care. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
And before the Korean could answer, Jui grasped the bottom of his pants in the hand that wasn't holding his brusing cheek and yanked them straight down. Lame revenge, but he was too weak for a real fight. Ever. And he had to do something.
The Korean looked down at his designer pants that were now at his ankles before looking at his rival. Had he just been pants. Seriously? Who did that? Snot nose kids that’s who. Giving the other a look saying ‘You’ve got to be kidding me’, he reached down to pull up his pants and ball his fist up to punch the other again.
He took his attention off Jui to notice that they were drawing a crowd and he was going to get in a world of trouble because of it.
Owowowow. Another yelp and Jui felt dizzy. The floor seemed to be turning vertical underneath him; he simply wasn't strong for this- or for the hatred he suddenly felt for this other model.
But people were staring and he needed to scream, so once everything was where it needed to be he simply stood up, grabbed the older man's sleeve and dragged him into an empty room, slamming the door behind him. God knew what room it was or if they were allowed to be there.
Everything hurt; his head, his pride. Someone had just pretty much owned him in front of a bunch of strangers who worked for this place. "What... the fuck... is wrong with you?!"
His mouth opened to speak but he just couldn’t think of the reason. He didn’t hate the other necessarily, he just felt extremely violated. Violated in a way he couldn’t describe. He knew the others popularity would grow when he first met him but now he felt like he was falling out of the lime light. He was scared in a way?
”Just fuck off Jui,” he said looking away from the other. Not the best thing to say but he didn’t want to tell the truth.
"Just fuck off?!" Jui was dizzy with rage. This was why he avoided emotion; he'd freak out and then he'd faint and all hell would break loose. Too late to go back now, though. "You just fucking attacked me! I could have you arrested, you piece of shit! I could fuck up your reputation in a second and a very fucking well may if you don't fix this right fucking now."
He wasn't sure if he was just talking shit or not. Certainly people were more likely to believe him than Jun ki if he were to lie to the media... maybe even Shun would. Probably not, but he could never be sure.
“What do you want me to apologize? Want me to pay you off? What the fuck do you want me to do? As far as I’m concerned I’ve fucked myself over by punching your dumb ass!”
His eyes finally lifted from the floor and looked at the other who was now getting some nice bruises on his face. It brought a small joy to him but it wasn’t enough to make him feel better about what he did. He might as well lay low for a while, go back to Korea or something. He had to get out of media attention or people would think he was a child beater.
"Fuck if I know, you stupid shit! How is it my fault that you got pissed off over something so trivial? Jesus fucking Christ!"
How in God's name was he going to explain this to Shun?
...He'd tell him the truth. Jun ki had attacked him. Perhaps he just wouldn't say why.
"God, you're so fucking stupid. How the hell could I have ever found you attractive?" He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
Jun ki was about ready to leave. Why did he have to keep talking to Jui anyway? His feet began to lead him to the door knowing that people were waiting out there just itching to know what the hell happened. He had nothing to say to them and that’s exactly how he felt with Jui. He had more important things to worry about and the whiney barely there teenage model yelling at him wasn’t one of them.
...Asshole.
"...Fine, fuck..." And Jui finally fainted as he always did, slipped down the wall and into the floor. Not caring because no one saw but Jun ki and who the fuck cared about Jun ki?
As soon as he woke up, he'd do his best to thoroughly fuck up the Korean's chances in the industry. Surely he had the influence- and Shun on his side.
It was what he deserved for being such a twat.