Not Another Romance Fanfic
Title: Not Another Romance Fanfic
Pairing: JaeCo | ZiKyung
Genre: AU; romance
Rating: NC-17 :o (~ish~)
Summary: Cheesy romance fic; Zico and Jaehyo have a thing going on between them, but all Zico thinks he wants is Kyung.
Note: The title says it all, it's a cheesy romance fic. This took me too long to type up lkjsdzkl Also I suck at anything smut, so it sucks and isn't much. Also, Kyung is a flawless angel and my fic does not represent him in anyway. saying that for won ,_,
I'm pitching a tent, Jaehyo reads off the screen of his phone. He rolls his eyes and looks up from his desk to the line of chairs and couches along the hallway's walls. It is a slow day today at the law firm Jaehyo works at as a secretary. Two divorce cases and a reading of a will made for a boring, uneventful day. Leaving for lunch wouldn't do any harm.
Jaehyo brings his attention back to his cell phone screen and starts to reply to the text message.
Oh, you and Kyung went camping again?
Jaehyo understands the sexual reference Jiho was making by saying he was pitching a tent. He knew what it meant, he knew why Jiho would text him it, and he knew what he would be doing on his lunch break, which was in ten minutes. Sometimes Jaehyo thinks Jiho times his dick to start tingling and thirsting for Jaehyo's lips, or hands, or how ever Jiho wished to be let off. With all his free time, Jaehyo wouldn't put it past the aspiring rapper to do just that. If he needed Jaehyo at his lunch break the older would have no excuse to wriggle out of it. It was perfect and only a conniving bastard like Jiho would think of something so clever.
But playing dumb and acting like he had no clue what Jiho was talking about and watching Jiho get exasperated made this all a little bit more fun. Sometimes Jiho would beg, saying he needed Jaehyo more than ever. Other times he would tell Jaehyo to forget, he'll handle the situation in his pants on his own. Every time, however, he would end up standing outside of the law firm, jacket pulled down over his pants to hide is obvious erection, and calling Jaehyo in a panic.
It was fun.
"Come on you know what I mean," Jiho says the minute Jaehyo answers his call.
Jaehyo peeks at the clients waiting out in the hall. They are all too preoccupied with their cell phone conversations or crosswords to notice Jaehyo taking a personal call. He spins around in his chair and faces the wall to wall window of his building.
He was truly lucky to land this job, to say the least. He had just gotten out of law school and was fixing to get an internship when a lawyer he met on the subway offered him a full time secretary job. It would pay, he'd get insight into his future career, and it was available to him then and there. He didn't hesitate to snatch up the job.
The firm was located in downtown Manhattan, just blocks from his studio apartment and various night clubs. It's also two blocks away from a Kinko's. One day Jaehyo's printer ran out of toner while he was printing out a contract for one of his bosses. He had to run to the Kinko's to continue printing and that's where he met him.
Jiho was an average Joe trying to make it big in the rap world while working a 9 to 5 job for $5 an hour, Jaehyo made well over $20 working at the firm. He took a liking to Jaehyo from the start and Jaehyo kind of felt something for the rapper, too. Their feelings just lead to sexual frustration and every time the two would meet at the printer in aisle five their hormones and emotions would swell and rise. Then, one night in May Jaehyo needed his resume copied, he met Jiho in the aisle and after a few touches and glances, their bent up sexual frustration blew up. They had barely made it to the utility closet in the back of the store.
"You have two hands, Jiho. Get creative." Jaehyo looks down at the street below him. People in business suits, casual clothes, and tourist-y attire pass by each other in waves. Some talk on their phones, others talk with each other. Jaehyo spots a few couples holding hands and his face hardens and heart sinks. He sighs and focuses on the call he is sharing with Jiho.
"Please, I just really need you right now," Jiho begs in a voice that almost sounds like he isn't about to burst out of his pants and start jacking off.
Jaehyo sighs, it's just a blowjob or a hand job or whatever Jiho wants this time. He turns back around to his desk and starts to organize a few papers, his phone nuzzled between his shoulder and ear. Jiho continues to plead with Jaehyo. Just a quickie, he says.
"Alright," Jaehyo snaps. He takes the phone in his hand and turns away from the clients. In a hushed voice he responds, "Just be in the front of the store in five. I'm not waiting for you this time." Jaehyo hangs up his phone before he can catch Jiho cheekily saying 'I love you.'
"This is classy, Jiho. Real romantic." Jaehyo calls out as he spots Jiho turn the corner and start down the alley in his usual Kinko's uniform. There weren't many places the two could get off quickly; Jaehyo's apartment, Jiho's work, Jaehyo's work. Jiho usually opted for his work space, closer and if they got caught, well, getting caught fucking in a Kinko's is nothing like getting caught fucking in a law firm full of lawyers, some who focus specifically on work related sexual harassment crimes. Simply put, there was more riding on Jaehyo's job than Jiho. At least Jiho was man enough to respect that.
"You know this charming young lady just walked out of here. You see that vomit," Jaehyo points to a small pool of vomit near the front of the alley, "yeah she just threw that up. I should have gotten her name and number, she really seemed like a nice lady."
"C'mon, shut up. My boss has been on my tail lately. He sees me going into the bathroom or closets every other day and thinks I'm stealing supplies or getting high on the job." Jiho catches up to Jaehyo and runs his hand over the older's cheek. He pulls Jaehyo into a soft kiss. "Thank you," the rapper says quietly in between kisses.
Unable to stay mad, Jaehyo gives in to the kiss and smiles. "We really need to do something about that sex drive of your's."
Jaehyo pulls out a folded stack of scrap papers from his briefcase and places them on the ground. Jiho laughs as Jaehyo makes sure he puts his knees and calves on the papers, not the grungy ground of the alley. "It's so cute when you do that."
"This is a $400 suit that my father bought me. I don't want to ruin it with this piss stained, slime covered ground. Besides, how will I explain dirt on my knees and calves when I get back to work?"
Jiho pouts and starts unbuttoning and zipping down his pants. "I don't know why you wear that monkey suit. You're just becoming another corporate drone, mindlessly working for the man for the rest of your life."
"Save your self righteous, anti government rants for your raps," Jaehyo replies as he pulls down Jiho's boxers, revealing Jiho's hardened erection. He rolls his eyes and looks up to Jiho. "You know, you're right. I should have chosen the career path that gave me the freedom to wear whatever I want, just so long as it is dark blue or black and matches a Kinko's apron," the older retorts.
Jiho bucks his hips forward, hitting Jaehyo in the face with his dick. Jaehyo balls one of his hands in a fist and socks Jiho in the thigh. "Do that again and I'll bite it off."
Jiho chuckles, but does as he is told. He and Jaehyo play like this all the time. Messing with each other and getting the other pissed off just made for hotter sex later on, or this is what Jiho had theorized. Based off the evidence from constantly belittling Jaehyo and consecutive steamy Saturday nights in the past three months, his theory proved right.
Jaehyo gives Jiho one last glare before attaching his lips to Jiho's dick. He moves along the shaft with his tongue and sucks the head in his mouth. Jiho swivels his hips against Jaehyo's mouth and the older takes more of Jiho in his mouth. Jiho drops his head against the wall and starts to breathe heavily.
Jaehyo pulls away and lets a glob of spit trail out of his mouth and drop on Jiho's dick. "So," he says, breaking the minute long silence between the two, "how did things go with you and Kyung last week?"
"Shit," Jiho speaks up through heavy gasps of air. Kyung was his best friend, ever since he moved to America. They were both trying to make it in the music business. Kyung was a little more well-off than Jiho. He had just been signed and was in and out of the recording studio every day. He only had a few off days that he could spend with Jiho.
"I, uhm," Jiho stutters out slowly while rubbing the nape of his neck. Jaehyo continues to work down below as Jiho explains his situation. The two had minor small talk like this every time they got together. It was the most they ever got to share with one another. "I didn't tell him."
Jaehyo retracts his lips from Jiho's dick abruptly. He gets on his feet and gawks at Jiho. "What! It's been four months since he dumped his girlfriend. You said it yourself, he isn't seeing anyone. Tell him now or forever hold your peace."
Jiho hangs his hand and rubbs his temples. He can feel a Jaehyo induced migraine coming on.
Jiho is in love with Kyung. But Kyung was a very religious guy and he loved the ladies, a lot. Confessing his homosexual feelings to Kyung was not going to be easy. Jiho liked to think the more he put it off the better. But Jaehyo persistently asked and urged Jiho to confess.
"I know, Jaehyo. I know. It's just, I get choked up. He doesn't have a clue that I could possibly be gay." Jiho bends down to pull his boxers and trousers up. He buttons them while listening to Jaehyo draw out a long sigh.
"Is this what you want? Do you want to be doing this for the rest of your life, getting fucked by a stranger in an empty alley? Because I sure as hell don't want to." Jaehyo throws his hands on his hips and ducks his head to look Jiho in the eyes.
Jiho turns away and looks down the alley towards the streets. The two were deep in the alley, far enough where any passerbys wouldn't be able to hear their tiff. Jiho stares at the people walking by, his eyes moving from people to people. Not really staring at anyone or anything in particular. He couldn't face Jaehyo while they were talking like this.
"We're not strangers," Jiho says simply, eyes still bouncing from each of the pedestrian's heads.
Jaehyo and Jiho weren't really dating. They weren't friends. They never really ever hung out. They would just get together every now and then for meetings like this. They would suck or jerk each other off, while trying to squeeze in minor tidbits about their lives. Aside from a few obvious facts, the two basically knew nothing about the other. Their relationship was solely founded on sex and the two liked to keep it that way. Only on rare occasions would Jiho share deep intimate details about his life. But Jaehyo liked to keep it casual and give objective advice to Jiho, though it always went in one ear and out the other.
"Do you even know how old I am?"
A question so simple as this should be easy for Jiho to answer. Age is so trivial, but not something one forgets easily. Jiho is only twenty himself, which must mean Jaehyo is only a few years older. 22? No, he went to graduate school and Jiho knows Jaehyo has been working at the law firm for
But Jiho is speachless. He stands there frozen, eyes locking on nothing in particular. He clenches his jaw and just stands there. Stands there as Jaehyo scoffs. Stands motionless, without an answer, as Jaehyo scoops up the papers he used to keep clean and throws them in a nearby dumpster. Jiho stands still, eyes still focusing down the ally, unable to move or come up with a response, as Jaehyo gathers his things and sighs with a quiet, "I thought so."
They were strangers.
Jiho shoves his hands in his pockets, still a little hard, but not in the mood to finish himself off. He leaves the dirty alley and turns to go back to ringing up office supplies and helping idiots work a simple printer. Halfway to his work he stops, someone is calling his name. Instantly he thinks of Jaehyo, but he knows the voice anywhere. He turns on his heels and watches his best friend wave his hand and walk up to him, a hot young girl not far behind Kyung.
Kyung looks like your average douchebag rapper; polo shirt with collar firmly popped, ridiculously big aviator shades, pants that look like they are three sizes too big and hang far below his ass, and a letterman jacket, despite the temperatures being well over 80 degrees. Jiho would bag on Kyung for his wardrobe, but Kyung would reassure him that this was the style nowadays. To be in you had to dress this way.
"Kyung, hey," Jiho greets.
"'Sup man? You alright? You look like you just got punched in the gut," Kyung says sincerely, but with a slight laugh at the end. He examines Jiho well, noting his friend's frown and drooping eyes.
"I didn't get enough sleep is all. Hey tonight do you think we can meet? I forget I have something important to tell you." Jiho gulps, he has no plan to tell Kyung his big secret right now, but the thought of having to tell him churns Jiho's stomach.
"I'll have to check my schedule, but I should be free. Something wrong?"
Jiho shakes his head and forces a smile. "Nah, man. I have some things on my mind." Jiho looks past Kyung and studies the girl texting on her cellphone behind Kyung. She's short, wearing a short mini skirt and tight tank top. Her busty body forms a perfect S curve, definitely the kind of girl Kyung likes to get with. Jiho nods his head at the girl and asks, "New fling?"
Kyung turns and looks at the girl. "Yeah! She's a cousin of my friend, just flew in from Korea a few days ago. I said I show her around the city then maybe she could show me around her-"
"I get it." Jiho interupts before he has to hear another one of Kyung's digusting sex jokes. It's not that Jiho thought they were stupid or vile, it's just he hated hearing them. He hated the picture Kyung would ultimately paint for him of Kyung fucking a girl in his water bed or between the red satin sheets of his king sized, vibrating 'love bed.' It just made the aching pain of never between the one between the sheets or on the water bed burn a little bit more for Jiho.
"Damn, someone's in a bad mood. You need to let loose. How about tonight you and I hit a club, get a few drinks, huh? Two hot young rappers on the scene, chicks will be dropping to their knees for us." Before Jiho can object, Kyung starts speaking again. "Hey, I gotta get missy over here back to the recording studio. I told her cousin we'd be back before lunch ended. I'll catch you later, aight?"
Kyung says a couple words in Korean and the girl stops texting, puts her phone in her small hand bag, and clings to Kyung's arm. Kyung claps Jiho on the shoulder and says, "Cheer up, Jiho. Things'll get better soon. I've been talking to my producer and maybe we'll be able to feature you on my next song. See you later, man." Kyung heads down the street with the girl, leaving Jiho alone in a world of different emotions.
Jiho's apartment was nothing to be proud of; one room, half of a kitchen, and no bathroom. It was located in the South Bronx, too. But with his salary he couldn't afford something nice in the Hamptons like Kyung had or even a decent studio apartment in Manhatten, like Jaehyo. The place he rented was small and dingy, coming home to it every night was less than enjoyable.
Jiho drops his bag in the small kitchen and pulls out a beer from the fridge. He uncaps it and before flopping down on the couch he checks the couple of voicemails waiting to be played. The first two are of bill collectors; telling him if he doesn't pay back the money he owes for his television or the voicemail machine, they are going to start reposessing process. The last one is of Kyung.
"Hey man, no go on the club thing tonight. How about you just come over and watch the basketball game with me? We'll order in some pizza, have a few beers, like old times."
Jiho sighs and hits the fast forward button on the machine. He walks around his counter to his couch and falls down on it lazily and starts to think about Kyung and finally telling him about his feelings.
When Jiho moved to America he was seven. He met Kyung four year later when he immigrated to the states. There wasn't much to be said about their friendship at first. Jiho spoke Korean, Kyung spoke Korean. It was something they shared that no other student in their school could. It bonded them together and for years it's all that kept them together.
Love for music was another thing the two shared. Jiho loved rapping and making songs after school in the high school music lab, Kyung loved to listen and nod his head at whatever Jiho would spit out. Kyung would jot down a few lyrics here and there in his English class and eventually started to get his own flow. Their passion for music and the emotions they could convey through simple beats pulled them closer together than spoken words ever could.
It wasn't until Jiho listened to Kyung's first single that he realized there was something he felt for Kyung, something beyond friendship or brotherhood. The song was a stupid, generic love song, about a guy and girl who had met in junior high and the guy was in love with the girl, but the girl didn't share the feelings. When Jiho first listened to it a small thought embedded it's way into Jiho's brain. Maybe Kyung wrote the song about Jiho. Jiho couldn't dismiss the thought and the more he would think about it the more he found himself getting used to the idea of his best friend liking him until he started to feel the same way.
Later on Kyung told Jiho the song was about a girl Kyung had crush on and even asked out, he had been turned down and experienced his first unrequited love, which helped influence the lyrics to his song. But the feelings Jiho had for Kyung still remained.
Jiho takes a sip of his beer and looks at his wrist watch. It's almost 6:30PM. The game would be starting soon. Jiho knew he couldn't flake on his best friend, no matter how hard it would be to trudge through Kyung's apartment and see girls or evidence of girls scattered around the apartment in the form of lacy thongs or the scent of their sweet bubblegum perfume. Jiho finishes his beer with a drawn out sigh and starts towards the door.
The game is boring. Jiho had never really liked basketball. He didn't take Kyung for much of a fan, either. Must be another think he picked up from hanging out with other famous rappers and produces. Jiho slinks further into the plush leather sofa, contemplating telling Kyung about everything or bringing his secret to the grave. Kyung shifts beside him. Jiho quickly snaps his attention away from the flat screen TV to Kyung.
"Listen man, we gotta talk." Jiho digs his fingernails into his palms and bites the inside of his cheek. A nervous habit. "I know what you've been feeling these past couple weeks." Jiho's face goes hard. He gulps and tilts his head, his teeth start to chatter. "I've been a dick. I've been devoting all my time to music," Kyung says, shrugging faux apologetically.
Jiho snaps out of panic mode and a wave of anger overcomes him. Kyung, devoting all of his time to his music? He's been blowing all his money on cheap hookers and fucking everyone's cousin. Jiho gulps down a few choice words to say against his friend and continues to listen to Kyung's bullshit.
"...and I haven't come by your place or Costco to see you at work. Shit, I haven't even called you. My album is just blowing up and I got this thing in LA to do and after that we can ha-"
"I'm gay." Jiho blurts out and he's almost positive he said it more to shut Kyung up than it was to finally come out and get everything off his chest.
"No, don't say you're okay. I'm you're only friend, I don't want to walk out on your life because my music career." Kyung puts on the most fake, shit eating grin Jiho had ever seen.
And that was it.
That was the last straw in the huge roll of hay on Jiho's back. "I said I'm gay. I'm not okay, I'm gay."
Kyung's grin slowly turns down. He furrows his brow and tilts his head with the dumbest most bewildered face on; as if Jiho had just told him the sky was purple and little green people live in his head. "Y-you're gay?" Kyung stutters, only making himself sound more like a tool. "Gay for what?"
Jiho slams his beer on the glass coffee table and gets on his feet. "For what? Gay for what? I'm gay for men. I like men and I like one in particular. Even though he's become this fake bastard, wearing dollar store bling and speaking like he doesn't even know English, when we both know damn well he aced Mrs. Matthew's advanced English class for three years in a row."
Kyung is stuck for words. Jiho blows out some steam and continues.
"You're a pretentious, self centered asshole. That spiel you were going on about a few seconds made me want to puke. You have deluded yourself into thinking you are some hot shot rap artist, when you're own record company doesn't even know your name. The songs you praise and speak so highly of are shit and no one wants to tell you because they don't want to hurt your feelings or they know it'll go in one ear and out the other. You have different girls hanging off your shoulder day in and day out. They split the first second they can after they see that tiny dick of yours. Just like every girlfriend you've ever had. And that's probably why you act like such a fucking dick, to compensate for what your lacking in your pants."
"And this," Jiho kicks the black metal rungs of the coffee table, "what is this? It looks like it belongs in the Queen's castle not a studio apartment in the lower east side of New York. Jesus Kyung, what happened to you?"
"Another thing, I work at Kinkos, not Costco. Okay? Kinkos, we sell office supplies, but you wouldn't know that because you're a hot shot fucking rapper and not a secretary at a law firm who likes graphic novels and can't ever get his fucking printer to work." And with saying that something clicks in Jiho's head. The anger flushing his face red drains and his blood pressure lowers.
Kyung has been hit by a hurricane. Without think he says, "Get out." The words slip from his lips and the second he hears them he sits up, rage growing in his stomach. "Get out of my apartment. Get the fuck out of my apartment Jiho and don't come back."
Jiho smiles and does a small curtsy. "Gladly." Jiho kicks the coffee table one more time, this time harder and with enough force to spill his and Kyung's beer. He opens the door and before slamming it shut pops his head back in the apartment. "One more thing, I have a friend other than you." With that he slams the door, causing the items on the wall to rattle a bit.
Jiho gets home with an odd smile on his face. He thought having a falling out with his friend would make him upset, just a little. But there's not a shred of remorse to be felt. Jiho takes out his phone and dials a number he knows all too well.
A sleepy voice answers, "I just got to bed, can we fuck tomorrow?" Jiho had failed to realize it was past 10pm and Jaehyo likes to get to sleep before 9 on most nights.
"What's your favorite graphic novel?"
It takes a minute for Jaehyo to respond. "What?"
"I've noticed you like to read. Sometimes you have a book in your brief case, a different one each time. I looked them all up, they're all graphic novels. Which one is your favorite."
"What? You noticed that?" Jaehyo ignores the question again.
"Just tell me your favorite one?"
"I guess I'd have to say Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. Why?"
Jiho pauses, looks at his watch even though he doesn't give a fuck what the time is, "Damn, Boarders is closed. Mind if I come over and borrow it?"
"Jiho I swear to god if this is just a plan to sleep with me I'll kick your ass." Jaehyo pauses. He listens in on the phone call, but there is no response. "Hello? Jiho? You better not be coming over."
Fourteen minutes later there's a knock on Jaehyo's door. Knowing full well who it is, Jaehyo takes his time sulking to the apartment door. He peers through the peep hole and see Jiho, staring back in the peep hole.
"Ugh."
Jaehyo unlocks all the latches and opens the door, ready to get in an argument with Jiho for coming over late at night. He opens the door, opens his mouth, and is immediately greeted by Jiho's lips. He tries to push Jiho off for a split second, but quickly softens and kisses Jiho back. Before things can go any farther, Jiho pulls back and smiles at Jaehyo.
Jaehyo rolls his eyes, but can't fight off the smile growing on his face. Though late at night, Jiho coming over and kissing him was so impromptu and almost romantic. Jaehyo crosses his arms across his chest and hardens his face, fighting off the smile that wants to come back. "What are you doing here Jiho?"
"I told him," Jiho states proudly. He was proud to finally have everything out in the open and off his chest even if it resulted in him possibly losing his long time best friend. "I told Kyung that I'm gay and I told him that I liked him."
"And?"
"He kicked me out of his apartment," Jiho replies nonchalantly. He steps beside Jaehyo and into the young secretary's apartment. Jiho had been there so much, it was like his second home. He takes a few steps in the main room and turns around. "I'm sorry."
Jaehyo closes his door and walks up to Jiho.
"I don't know what your favorite food is. I don't know if you're a cat person or a dog person. I haven't stuck around long enough to know if you like your eggs scrambled or sunny side up. I don't even know how old you are. You're a stranger to me. We've known each other long enough and done enough shit to know our mothers' maiden names, but I only know you like graphic novels and can't work a printer to save your life." Jiho pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts. "I want to know what your favorite food is and if you like cats or dogs. I want to make eggs for you, just the way you like them, every morning. And I want to not have sex, not suck your dick in an alley or employee bathroom that smells like bleach and toner. I want to cuddle."
Tears are stinging Jaehyo's eyes, he's always been a hopeless romantic, but the last thing Jiho said has bubbles of laughter threatening to come up. "You want to cuddle?"
Jiho shrugs and smiles earnestly. "Whatever you want."
Jaehyo stays in his position, staring at Jiho, arms still crossed. He looks mad and displeased, almost. As if Jiho's speech wasn't romantic enough. It was too cheesy for the cheesiest romantic comedy. But Jaehyo is a sucker for that kind of sentimental crap. He's losing the battle with his laughter and it all comes up in big HAH HAH HAHs. "You sound so lame!"
"I worked on that the whole walk over here!"
Jaehyo looks at Jiho and shakes his head. He walks over to Jiho and stops just before the other. He wraps his arms around Jiho and shakes his head again. "You're dumb, Jiho. But I'm glad you told me. I'm glad you told Kyung. He'll forgive you, he just needs to let it all sink in."
"I know," Jiho says and hugs Jaehyo back.
"By the way, I like my eggs scrambled with a dash of pepper."
"I'll be sure to remember that in the morning."
I didn't beta cuz it's midnight and I'm crazy tired. I'll do it in the morning. o/ goodnight.