Love for Money [Chaos] ; Chapter 1 - Bloody Knuckles and a Bruised Jaw
Title: Love for Money [Chaos]
Genre: AU, Drama, Romance, Humor, Fluff
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 1 - Bloody Knuckles and a Bruised Jaw
Pairing(s): Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/OC
Overall Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Rating for this Chapter: PG-13
Warning(s) for this Chapter: -
Summary: Jung Yunho is sick of following rules. He is sick of trying to be the ideal son to his parents, it is all he has done his whole life, and frankly he has had enough. Cue the entry of Kim Jaejoong who literally stumbles into Yunho one night on the streets, completely drunk and senseless. They get into a tussle, and all that is left behind after Jaejoong's departure which is as sudden as his appearance is a card, a student ID card of the Seoul National University. Yunho looks for Jaejoong the next day to return the card and comes to realize the boy is in trying circumstances. His brain cells move into action and an idea of sorts comes to mind. They draw up a contract, an act for money and Jaejoong becomes Yunho's pretend boyfriend, a contract boyfriend to help piss Yunho's family off and to stop the countless matchmaking sessions Yunho is forced to attend. However, with Jaejoong's colorful past sprinkled with different girls at every nook and corner along with the suspicions of Jaejoong's two roommates Park Yoochun and Shim Changmin and the curious Kim Junsu friend of Jung Yunho - their act has to be flawless for them to be believed. Flawless, realistic. Two straight males pretending to be gay, one love contract - just what will happen?
Character Biographies
Kim Jaejoong was by no means a gambler, he did not have a gambling addiction, and yet here he found himself sitting in the smoky back room of a take-out restaurant, mouth agape. He had just lost practically the entire contents of his bank account in a stupid poker game. He had told himself he would stop at a certain point, but the buy-in itself had made his eyes widen and the need to chase what he lost even greater. It wasn't like the contents of his bank account were astronomical to begin with - but they did contain hald of his school fees for the year, almost his entire year's worth of rent money, and whatever allowance his parents and flock of sister's had thrown together for him.
Fuck.
Running his tongue over his top lip as his heart hammered uncomfortably in his chest, Jaejoong wiped his palms against his thighs, feeling the denim scratch against the pads of his fingers. He considered running, but as if on cue, he felt a meaty hand rest itself on his shoulder in a tight grip.
"Don't even think about kid." The man across him half laughed, half sneered as his goon tightened his grip on Jaejoong's shoulder, another one stepping forward. "They'll escort you to the nearest cash machine and you can pass them what you owe. Don't even think about running."
Watching as the man stood, only to pat the side of his waistband, Jaejoong gulped as he heard chunky gold rings clang against a metallic body, a gun. How the fuck had he landed himself in this position - the 22 year old honestly did not remember. He had started off the night with Yoochun, both of them throwing back beers at a seedy bar somewhere they had never gone before, but the next thing he knew, Yoochun had vanished, and here he was, playing poker with a thick cloud of alcohol swimming around his brain. He sure as hell had not noticed the extremely unsavoury company he had wandered his way into playing with - not until now.
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"Yunho, you really ought to think about which department you want to start in next year. Of course, your father and I would like you to touch base with every department you possibly could before moving you to higher office, and you won't be starting too low either in these departments. But you should have a think about it, we are more than willing to give consideration to your preference." A pause as the voice lifted a wine glass to her lips, fingers delicately grasping the stem.
"I'm not starting next year."
"Of course, it would be ideal if you just start now, give up on the bar. I think enough is enough don't you? We've let you have your leeway and fun with law school-"
"I'm not giving up on the bar."
"-and don't you think its time to finally do what you were made for?"
"ENOUGH." It was uncharacteristic of him, and completely unheard of in the Jung household for anyone to raise their voices, especially at Jung Seoyoon.
"Excuse me." Seoyoon's tone had turned icy, her eyes narrowing as she placed the wine glass back on the table, gaze fixed on her son.
"I said, I'm not starting next year, neither am I giving up the bar - we've talked about this. I've told you before, I'm going to practice for a few years first."
"You mean your childish whims?" Seoyoon scoffed as she waved a manicured, jewel encrusted hand dismissively in the air. " They-"
"-are not chidish whims." Interrupting, his voice strained with frustration, Yunho sighed as he raked a hand through his hair. It was only the ten thousand time that they were having conversation, and every time it was the same bloody thing. When are you coming to the company Yunho, stop with the childish whims Yunho, give up on the bar Yunho. Every single goddamn time - she spoke, he listened, he spoke, she never heard. It had been that way for as long as he could remember - she said jump, and all Yunho ever said, all he had ever known to say was 'how high'.
Balling his napkin up in his lap, Yunho stood, the back of his knees pushing the plush velvet chair backwards. Throwing the square of cloth down on the table in front of him, the tall man turned on his heel silently, ignoring the words falling from his mother's mouth as he made his way out of the sickeningly extragavant dining room. Yunho had never done this before - never walked out when an elder was speaking, but enough was enough, he had once accepted everything unconditionally, no questions asking - but recently, he was starting to feel suffocated.
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"FUCKING BRUTES." Shouting, his words slurring, as hands shoved him out of the back of the heavily tinted mini van, Jaejoong felt his shoulder crash into the pavement. They had drove him to a cash machine, forced him to empty his account of everything but a few pennies, and whisked him off to dump him in the middle of fucking who knew where.
Groaning as he rolled onto his back, Jaejoong stared up at the street lamp standing overhead. He was still drunk, he could feel it, the alcohol swirling around his mind, tugging at his sight, causing his body to throb in pain, but at the same time, numbing him. Just how the fuck had his night ended up this way?
Struggling to his feet in drunken stupor, the young man clenched his fists as he staggered forward, half in rage. Letting out a cross between a growl and a howl, he let his fist strike forward, blinding punching the concrete wall before him.
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"What in the world.." brow cocking upwards as he brought his car to a crawl, Yunho watched as the man whom he had glimpsed lying on the road a moment ago (and half thought was very possibly dead) stagger to his feet only to make a lunge for the wall. The scenario that occurred next shouldn't have, but it made Yunho's lips curl in amusement as he watched the clearly drunk man jumped back in horror, hopping from one foot to another as he pulled his fist back only to cradle it to his chest, mouth moving rapidly, loud vulgarities that could be heard from the quiet inside of his A7, spewing from his mouth.
"Well you shouldn't have punched the wall." Mummuring to himself, voice tinged with amusement, the graduate manoeuvred his car parallel to the sidewalk, shifting the gear into park before climbing out of the vehicle.
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"Hey, you alright?"
Jaejoong felt a pair of cool hands come to rest on either side of his arms, steadying him from behind as he transitioned from a maniac hopping to a unstable sway, a whimphering sound still tickling the back of his throat.
"Your hand is bleeding, and so is the side of your face." The voice that belonged to the cool hands that felt like bliss against his alcohol flushed body spoke gently, in a concerned matter of fact tone. "It was a stupid move, punching the wall." The voice chuckled and Jaejoong flinched, pain forgotten as the dreadful events of the night came flowing back.
Yes, stupid, he was stupid. Shoulders squaring as his body tensed, Jaejoong whipped around while dropping the fist he had been cradling in his other hand a moment ago. He was stupid, but who was this voice to tell him so?!
"You are the stupid one." Jutting his bloodied fist out to take a swing at the voice, Jaejoong all but roared, spit flying from his mouth.
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Yunho was surpsised by the sudden turn of events as the shorter man turned violent on him, vaguely resembling a caged animal let lose. He wrinkled his nose slightly as the other man's fist came flying in his direction - he smelt of stale smoke and alcohol, a shitload of alcohol in fact, just how much had this guy had to drink? It was years of training in Judo, Hapkido and various sports that enabled Yunho to quickly slide himself out of the way with ease as he stared down at the drunkard who took yet another swing of his fist - this one which Yunho caught with a steady hand.
"A bit ungrateful aren't you." The taller mused as the light from the lamp above hit the face of the other man so that Yunho had an unobstructured, full frontal view of his face. Yunho was very much a hetrosexual male, but this man in front of him, he was well, gorgeous. Dark eyes that were glossy pools of black, red ruby lips whose default setting resembled a plush pout against fair skin - Yunho swore he could have been a girl.
"Stop looking at me like I'm a fucking girl," Jaejoong growled, struggling against the man's steady hold - god, he was strong. " I have a fucking dick you know."
"I wasn't..."
"Save it." The shorter snapped, deciding at that moment it was a good idea to swing his other fist at the man who had him in a vice grip. He couldn't entirely make out his features due to the shadows on his face, and also partially because Jaejoong found that he couldn't decide if the man had one face, or two, or three. It was as if a myraid of faces were pulling together before fanning out again, repeatedly. It wasn't that anyone had said out loud that Jaejoong looked like a girl, but spend your whole life with delicate features and soon you did realise that look when it came onto a persons face. Jaejoong hated it - something his mother had attributed to a childhood trauma that stemmed from his eight sisters shoving him into dresses, makeup, and heels all through his adolescent years before he got much stronger than them.
The second punch caught Yunho off guard, in the midst of wondering if he had just called the man gorgeous out loud. Knuckles grazed his the side of his jaw and Yunho scowled. How on earth did trying to help a poor lost soul translate to this? First his mother, and now this? He just could not catch a break.
Hand twisting lightly, but at an angle enough that caused the drunkard to howl in pain, Yunho gripped the man's fist even tighter, his voice steady, but having lost any sense of amusement. He was usually much more forgiving, but tonight just was not his night.
"I suggest you sober the fuck up, and go home before you kill yourself, or worse anyone." Letting go of the fist he was holding onto, Yunho took a look at the still swaying man in front of him - perhaps he had been too harsh. Biting down on the inside of his cheek, Yunho huffed - there was just something about that man that wouldn't let Yunho leave so easily, not when he was drunk and quite possibly out of his mind. Jung Yunho was not a guy to leave someone in the lurch. "I'll call you a cab."
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Cab? He had no money to pay for a cab, eyes shifting from left to right, along the deserted street Jaejoong tugged at the pockets of his jeans. He was dead ass broke, and this man of multiple faces wanted to call him a cab? He had to get away. Leg jutting out to aim a swift kick at the man's shin, Jaejoong let out a yelp and a long drawn out war cry as he burst forth, his drunken senses suddenly becoming that of a sprinter as he ran into the night, the cool night air whipping against his skin.
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Yunho isn't entirely sure what happens, as the whirlwind of a man sprints past him, into the night towards the direction of the main street that Yunho had just driven in from - well at least he was running towards somewhere. Lips twisted into a puzzled expression, Yunho looks down at his feet as he wipes his palms, soiled with the now gone stranger's blood against his jeans. Bending a knee, the graduate picked up a card - one that looked strikingly familiar.
Seoul National University
Kim Jaejoong
3rd Law Undergraduate (3 years / LLB Hons)
Lips twisting themselves into a smile of sorts, Yunho shook his head - well, what did you know, him and beautiful drunk boy had more in common than his blood on Yunho's jeans. Flipping the student card, but not before letting his gaze linger on the grainy photo of the man on the front, Yunho's eyes scanned the address he knew he would find on the flipside.
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"Fucking hell." Jaejoong's throat was parched, and even with his eyes closed his head was spinning, throbbing and just pounding really. His limbs felt heavy and sore, so did every muscle in his body. Pushing his eyelids open with a frown and a strangled, low throaty sound, Jaejoong squinted as soon as he managed to open his eyes. Light, there was too much sunlight, where was he? What had happened last night? Would someone shut out the damn light?
"Well look what the cat dragged in." Changmin drawled out from his perch at the dining table. He had awoken about an hour ago, only to find his hyung looking very much worse for wear, passed out in the middle of their living room - on the floor thank heavens. He reeked of last nights alcohol and smoke, and his fist and side of his face looked like they were caked with a thin sheen of dried blood, his hair in what looked like knots. Changmin had found his hyungs (himself included at times), in various states of trashy over the last year, however this was by far one of the worst - Jaejoong looked like he had been dragged through an obstacle course.
"Help me." Was what the third year managed to croak out as he sought to lift his arms. He succeeded, arms raising themselves a few inches above the ground before landing back on the parquet with a thud.
"You owe me." A grumble as the younger, but very tall Changmin pushed the last of his cereal into his mouth before pushing himself out of his chair and padding over to grab his hyung both both hands.
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Stroking the side of his jaw thoughtfully as he caught glimpse of himself in the rear view mirror of his car, Yunho frowned lightly. There was a bruise, not an enormous one - but still a noticeable one, that had blossomed along his jawline over night, all thanks to one Kim Jaejoong. One Kim Jaejoong whose apartment he was now headed to, assuming the man had made it home alive.
Making a turn into the smaller lane off the main street, Yunho hummed knowingly as his gaze scanned his surroundings. He was in an area he knew well - most SNU law students littered the apartment buildings along this particular street, with the proximity from the law faculty and library being a short eqidistant from this area. Aparments here were not overly fancy, but they weren't derelict either - they were clean, modern and ideal for student living. He and his then room mates, Junsu and Junho had stayed in an apartment block along this very street just the year before. Smiling lightly at the memories, Yunho shifted his car into a parallel lot along the side of the road.
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Ding.
Frowning, his toothbrush midway out of his mouth, Jaejoong stared at his own topless reflection in the mirror, his brain crying out in protest at the jarring sound of the doorbell. He had been manhandled by Changmin into a cup of coffee and two painkillers before being pushed into the shower a good forty five minutes ago where he had been left to his own devices while his roommate had shouted something about heading out for class. A quick check of the mini digital wall clock just above the sink deepened Jaejoong frown. It was half past the hour, and no way could it be Changmin - classes began at the hour, and there was no where Changmin would be back so soon.
Spitting the toothpaste from his mouth, Jaejoong swirled cool liquid around his tongue, while simultaneously rinsing off his toothbrush before sluggishly pulling himself towards the door. He was still struggling to remember the events from the night before - his brain not having had the chance to nurse its hangover properly and recall just why the fuck he was aching so badly, and what that nagging, ominious feeling meant he got up to the night before.
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Beep, Beep, Beep, Click.
Hearing the electronic lock being activated from inside, Yunho flipped the student card he had picked up the night before around his fingers as the door swung open to reveal Kim Jaejoong. Yunho let out a breath he didn't even realise he had been holding, at the sight of the very topless man who was well alive and kicking.
"Good to see you made it home in one piece."
Chapter 2
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A/N: Hai guysssss. I'm back after a super insanely long time wuhuuu. So, I'm trying my hand at writing again, and yes I will be continuing my other fics - so please don't ask me to for now, I will! Just enjoy this for the moment. I've really been excited to write this, and I know this is a fairly unexciting chapter, just an intro with no much to go on just yet - but I kind of wanted to try exercising my writing muscle (its been v long!) before delving into solid stuff, and also to see how well, or if this story takes at all! So, let me know what you guys think ok <3
Please forgive any mistakes/choppy sentence or writing, like I said, I really need to get back into the groove of things.
Genre: AU, Drama, Romance, Humor, Fluff
Length: Chaptered; Chapter 1 - Bloody Knuckles and a Bruised Jaw
Pairing(s): Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/OC
Overall Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Rating for this Chapter: PG-13
Warning(s) for this Chapter: -
Summary: Jung Yunho is sick of following rules. He is sick of trying to be the ideal son to his parents, it is all he has done his whole life, and frankly he has had enough. Cue the entry of Kim Jaejoong who literally stumbles into Yunho one night on the streets, completely drunk and senseless. They get into a tussle, and all that is left behind after Jaejoong's departure which is as sudden as his appearance is a card, a student ID card of the Seoul National University. Yunho looks for Jaejoong the next day to return the card and comes to realize the boy is in trying circumstances. His brain cells move into action and an idea of sorts comes to mind. They draw up a contract, an act for money and Jaejoong becomes Yunho's pretend boyfriend, a contract boyfriend to help piss Yunho's family off and to stop the countless matchmaking sessions Yunho is forced to attend. However, with Jaejoong's colorful past sprinkled with different girls at every nook and corner along with the suspicions of Jaejoong's two roommates Park Yoochun and Shim Changmin and the curious Kim Junsu friend of Jung Yunho - their act has to be flawless for them to be believed. Flawless, realistic. Two straight males pretending to be gay, one love contract - just what will happen?
Character Biographies
Kim Jaejoong was by no means a gambler, he did not have a gambling addiction, and yet here he found himself sitting in the smoky back room of a take-out restaurant, mouth agape. He had just lost practically the entire contents of his bank account in a stupid poker game. He had told himself he would stop at a certain point, but the buy-in itself had made his eyes widen and the need to chase what he lost even greater. It wasn't like the contents of his bank account were astronomical to begin with - but they did contain hald of his school fees for the year, almost his entire year's worth of rent money, and whatever allowance his parents and flock of sister's had thrown together for him.
Fuck.
Running his tongue over his top lip as his heart hammered uncomfortably in his chest, Jaejoong wiped his palms against his thighs, feeling the denim scratch against the pads of his fingers. He considered running, but as if on cue, he felt a meaty hand rest itself on his shoulder in a tight grip.
"Don't even think about kid." The man across him half laughed, half sneered as his goon tightened his grip on Jaejoong's shoulder, another one stepping forward. "They'll escort you to the nearest cash machine and you can pass them what you owe. Don't even think about running."
Watching as the man stood, only to pat the side of his waistband, Jaejoong gulped as he heard chunky gold rings clang against a metallic body, a gun. How the fuck had he landed himself in this position - the 22 year old honestly did not remember. He had started off the night with Yoochun, both of them throwing back beers at a seedy bar somewhere they had never gone before, but the next thing he knew, Yoochun had vanished, and here he was, playing poker with a thick cloud of alcohol swimming around his brain. He sure as hell had not noticed the extremely unsavoury company he had wandered his way into playing with - not until now.
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"Yunho, you really ought to think about which department you want to start in next year. Of course, your father and I would like you to touch base with every department you possibly could before moving you to higher office, and you won't be starting too low either in these departments. But you should have a think about it, we are more than willing to give consideration to your preference." A pause as the voice lifted a wine glass to her lips, fingers delicately grasping the stem.
"I'm not starting next year."
"Of course, it would be ideal if you just start now, give up on the bar. I think enough is enough don't you? We've let you have your leeway and fun with law school-"
"I'm not giving up on the bar."
"-and don't you think its time to finally do what you were made for?"
"ENOUGH." It was uncharacteristic of him, and completely unheard of in the Jung household for anyone to raise their voices, especially at Jung Seoyoon.
"Excuse me." Seoyoon's tone had turned icy, her eyes narrowing as she placed the wine glass back on the table, gaze fixed on her son.
"I said, I'm not starting next year, neither am I giving up the bar - we've talked about this. I've told you before, I'm going to practice for a few years first."
"You mean your childish whims?" Seoyoon scoffed as she waved a manicured, jewel encrusted hand dismissively in the air. " They-"
"-are not chidish whims." Interrupting, his voice strained with frustration, Yunho sighed as he raked a hand through his hair. It was only the ten thousand time that they were having conversation, and every time it was the same bloody thing. When are you coming to the company Yunho, stop with the childish whims Yunho, give up on the bar Yunho. Every single goddamn time - she spoke, he listened, he spoke, she never heard. It had been that way for as long as he could remember - she said jump, and all Yunho ever said, all he had ever known to say was 'how high'.
Balling his napkin up in his lap, Yunho stood, the back of his knees pushing the plush velvet chair backwards. Throwing the square of cloth down on the table in front of him, the tall man turned on his heel silently, ignoring the words falling from his mother's mouth as he made his way out of the sickeningly extragavant dining room. Yunho had never done this before - never walked out when an elder was speaking, but enough was enough, he had once accepted everything unconditionally, no questions asking - but recently, he was starting to feel suffocated.
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"FUCKING BRUTES." Shouting, his words slurring, as hands shoved him out of the back of the heavily tinted mini van, Jaejoong felt his shoulder crash into the pavement. They had drove him to a cash machine, forced him to empty his account of everything but a few pennies, and whisked him off to dump him in the middle of fucking who knew where.
Groaning as he rolled onto his back, Jaejoong stared up at the street lamp standing overhead. He was still drunk, he could feel it, the alcohol swirling around his mind, tugging at his sight, causing his body to throb in pain, but at the same time, numbing him. Just how the fuck had his night ended up this way?
Struggling to his feet in drunken stupor, the young man clenched his fists as he staggered forward, half in rage. Letting out a cross between a growl and a howl, he let his fist strike forward, blinding punching the concrete wall before him.
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"What in the world.." brow cocking upwards as he brought his car to a crawl, Yunho watched as the man whom he had glimpsed lying on the road a moment ago (and half thought was very possibly dead) stagger to his feet only to make a lunge for the wall. The scenario that occurred next shouldn't have, but it made Yunho's lips curl in amusement as he watched the clearly drunk man jumped back in horror, hopping from one foot to another as he pulled his fist back only to cradle it to his chest, mouth moving rapidly, loud vulgarities that could be heard from the quiet inside of his A7, spewing from his mouth.
"Well you shouldn't have punched the wall." Mummuring to himself, voice tinged with amusement, the graduate manoeuvred his car parallel to the sidewalk, shifting the gear into park before climbing out of the vehicle.
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"Hey, you alright?"
Jaejoong felt a pair of cool hands come to rest on either side of his arms, steadying him from behind as he transitioned from a maniac hopping to a unstable sway, a whimphering sound still tickling the back of his throat.
"Your hand is bleeding, and so is the side of your face." The voice that belonged to the cool hands that felt like bliss against his alcohol flushed body spoke gently, in a concerned matter of fact tone. "It was a stupid move, punching the wall." The voice chuckled and Jaejoong flinched, pain forgotten as the dreadful events of the night came flowing back.
Yes, stupid, he was stupid. Shoulders squaring as his body tensed, Jaejoong whipped around while dropping the fist he had been cradling in his other hand a moment ago. He was stupid, but who was this voice to tell him so?!
"You are the stupid one." Jutting his bloodied fist out to take a swing at the voice, Jaejoong all but roared, spit flying from his mouth.
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Yunho was surpsised by the sudden turn of events as the shorter man turned violent on him, vaguely resembling a caged animal let lose. He wrinkled his nose slightly as the other man's fist came flying in his direction - he smelt of stale smoke and alcohol, a shitload of alcohol in fact, just how much had this guy had to drink? It was years of training in Judo, Hapkido and various sports that enabled Yunho to quickly slide himself out of the way with ease as he stared down at the drunkard who took yet another swing of his fist - this one which Yunho caught with a steady hand.
"A bit ungrateful aren't you." The taller mused as the light from the lamp above hit the face of the other man so that Yunho had an unobstructured, full frontal view of his face. Yunho was very much a hetrosexual male, but this man in front of him, he was well, gorgeous. Dark eyes that were glossy pools of black, red ruby lips whose default setting resembled a plush pout against fair skin - Yunho swore he could have been a girl.
"Stop looking at me like I'm a fucking girl," Jaejoong growled, struggling against the man's steady hold - god, he was strong. " I have a fucking dick you know."
"I wasn't..."
"Save it." The shorter snapped, deciding at that moment it was a good idea to swing his other fist at the man who had him in a vice grip. He couldn't entirely make out his features due to the shadows on his face, and also partially because Jaejoong found that he couldn't decide if the man had one face, or two, or three. It was as if a myraid of faces were pulling together before fanning out again, repeatedly. It wasn't that anyone had said out loud that Jaejoong looked like a girl, but spend your whole life with delicate features and soon you did realise that look when it came onto a persons face. Jaejoong hated it - something his mother had attributed to a childhood trauma that stemmed from his eight sisters shoving him into dresses, makeup, and heels all through his adolescent years before he got much stronger than them.
The second punch caught Yunho off guard, in the midst of wondering if he had just called the man gorgeous out loud. Knuckles grazed his the side of his jaw and Yunho scowled. How on earth did trying to help a poor lost soul translate to this? First his mother, and now this? He just could not catch a break.
Hand twisting lightly, but at an angle enough that caused the drunkard to howl in pain, Yunho gripped the man's fist even tighter, his voice steady, but having lost any sense of amusement. He was usually much more forgiving, but tonight just was not his night.
"I suggest you sober the fuck up, and go home before you kill yourself, or worse anyone." Letting go of the fist he was holding onto, Yunho took a look at the still swaying man in front of him - perhaps he had been too harsh. Biting down on the inside of his cheek, Yunho huffed - there was just something about that man that wouldn't let Yunho leave so easily, not when he was drunk and quite possibly out of his mind. Jung Yunho was not a guy to leave someone in the lurch. "I'll call you a cab."
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Cab? He had no money to pay for a cab, eyes shifting from left to right, along the deserted street Jaejoong tugged at the pockets of his jeans. He was dead ass broke, and this man of multiple faces wanted to call him a cab? He had to get away. Leg jutting out to aim a swift kick at the man's shin, Jaejoong let out a yelp and a long drawn out war cry as he burst forth, his drunken senses suddenly becoming that of a sprinter as he ran into the night, the cool night air whipping against his skin.
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Yunho isn't entirely sure what happens, as the whirlwind of a man sprints past him, into the night towards the direction of the main street that Yunho had just driven in from - well at least he was running towards somewhere. Lips twisted into a puzzled expression, Yunho looks down at his feet as he wipes his palms, soiled with the now gone stranger's blood against his jeans. Bending a knee, the graduate picked up a card - one that looked strikingly familiar.
Seoul National University
Kim Jaejoong
3rd Law Undergraduate (3 years / LLB Hons)
Lips twisting themselves into a smile of sorts, Yunho shook his head - well, what did you know, him and beautiful drunk boy had more in common than his blood on Yunho's jeans. Flipping the student card, but not before letting his gaze linger on the grainy photo of the man on the front, Yunho's eyes scanned the address he knew he would find on the flipside.
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"Fucking hell." Jaejoong's throat was parched, and even with his eyes closed his head was spinning, throbbing and just pounding really. His limbs felt heavy and sore, so did every muscle in his body. Pushing his eyelids open with a frown and a strangled, low throaty sound, Jaejoong squinted as soon as he managed to open his eyes. Light, there was too much sunlight, where was he? What had happened last night? Would someone shut out the damn light?
"Well look what the cat dragged in." Changmin drawled out from his perch at the dining table. He had awoken about an hour ago, only to find his hyung looking very much worse for wear, passed out in the middle of their living room - on the floor thank heavens. He reeked of last nights alcohol and smoke, and his fist and side of his face looked like they were caked with a thin sheen of dried blood, his hair in what looked like knots. Changmin had found his hyungs (himself included at times), in various states of trashy over the last year, however this was by far one of the worst - Jaejoong looked like he had been dragged through an obstacle course.
"Help me." Was what the third year managed to croak out as he sought to lift his arms. He succeeded, arms raising themselves a few inches above the ground before landing back on the parquet with a thud.
"You owe me." A grumble as the younger, but very tall Changmin pushed the last of his cereal into his mouth before pushing himself out of his chair and padding over to grab his hyung both both hands.
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Stroking the side of his jaw thoughtfully as he caught glimpse of himself in the rear view mirror of his car, Yunho frowned lightly. There was a bruise, not an enormous one - but still a noticeable one, that had blossomed along his jawline over night, all thanks to one Kim Jaejoong. One Kim Jaejoong whose apartment he was now headed to, assuming the man had made it home alive.
Making a turn into the smaller lane off the main street, Yunho hummed knowingly as his gaze scanned his surroundings. He was in an area he knew well - most SNU law students littered the apartment buildings along this particular street, with the proximity from the law faculty and library being a short eqidistant from this area. Aparments here were not overly fancy, but they weren't derelict either - they were clean, modern and ideal for student living. He and his then room mates, Junsu and Junho had stayed in an apartment block along this very street just the year before. Smiling lightly at the memories, Yunho shifted his car into a parallel lot along the side of the road.
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Ding.
Frowning, his toothbrush midway out of his mouth, Jaejoong stared at his own topless reflection in the mirror, his brain crying out in protest at the jarring sound of the doorbell. He had been manhandled by Changmin into a cup of coffee and two painkillers before being pushed into the shower a good forty five minutes ago where he had been left to his own devices while his roommate had shouted something about heading out for class. A quick check of the mini digital wall clock just above the sink deepened Jaejoong frown. It was half past the hour, and no way could it be Changmin - classes began at the hour, and there was no where Changmin would be back so soon.
Spitting the toothpaste from his mouth, Jaejoong swirled cool liquid around his tongue, while simultaneously rinsing off his toothbrush before sluggishly pulling himself towards the door. He was still struggling to remember the events from the night before - his brain not having had the chance to nurse its hangover properly and recall just why the fuck he was aching so badly, and what that nagging, ominious feeling meant he got up to the night before.
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Beep, Beep, Beep, Click.
Hearing the electronic lock being activated from inside, Yunho flipped the student card he had picked up the night before around his fingers as the door swung open to reveal Kim Jaejoong. Yunho let out a breath he didn't even realise he had been holding, at the sight of the very topless man who was well alive and kicking.
"Good to see you made it home in one piece."
Chapter 2
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A/N: Hai guysssss. I'm back after a super insanely long time wuhuuu. So, I'm trying my hand at writing again, and yes I will be continuing my other fics - so please don't ask me to for now, I will! Just enjoy this for the moment. I've really been excited to write this, and I know this is a fairly unexciting chapter, just an intro with no much to go on just yet - but I kind of wanted to try exercising my writing muscle (its been v long!) before delving into solid stuff, and also to see how well, or if this story takes at all! So, let me know what you guys think ok <3
Please forgive any mistakes/choppy sentence or writing, like I said, I really need to get back into the groove of things.