love's collateral | yunjae | 1/?
Title: Love’s Collateral
Chapter(s): 1/?
Author: sentimentalenvy
Genre: Romance
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, side Yoochun/Junsu
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story.
Synopsis: Popular and handsome as sin, Jung Yunho is the most sought after bachelor amidst the students residing in his university. No man or woman can resist his charms and he doesn’t hesitate or fail to let others know it. Until he actually comes across another well known student, Kim Jaejoong, president of Korea University’s Language Studies Club. Yunho is then challenged in a simple wager: Seduce and steal the impossible - intimidating -president’s precious virtue. It’s a shame his efforts are eventually gone to waste. That is, Kim Jaejoong is no innocent.
1
“I’m warning you for the last time, Kim Jaejoong. Watch those little brats of yours. I won’t hesitate to say it again!”
An aging woman in her fifties screeched from the top of her lungs as she raised and shook her cane up and about in the air. Jaejoong fought every nerve in his body from rolling his eyes. He peered up from the patch of vegetables and waved in a nonchalant manner.
“Will do!”
“I mean it, Jaejoong! If this happens again, I’m telling your father!” Another screech followed by the rattling smacking of cane against concrete wall vibrated across the pathway from the Kim’s territory and the Choi’s. Jaejoong let out a frustrated exhale.
Even if his nephews managed to send more arrows crashing into her glass windows, his father wasn’t even in town. Well, he was going to come back from a business trip tonight. But neither of his older sisters was around either. Well, Sooyoung stayed around since he and she were the only ones left in his family that still hadn’t married. They were the two youngest members of the family and Jaejoong never understood why his mother was still tempted to marry them off to potential partners. Who still did that in this day in age?
The brown haired man nodded as if she could see him. And when he realized that she couldn’t, he gathered what was left of his patience and stood up on sore legs.
“Yes.” He nodded. “I will let them know. Is there anything else?” He asked, and made sure his smile killed the sweetest of sugars. Sending her one of his trademark smiles, the older woman seemed only slightly affected and snorted before looking away.
“Better be. I’ll be sending you the bill for the repairs.”
“Please do, and again, so sorry for the trouble!” Jaejoong waved at the retreating back of the older woman and growled beneath his breath. “I am going to kill those punks.”
“Changsuk! Changsun! You two are in big, big trouble!”
Almost immediately, Jaejoong heard the clatter of the bows and arrows against the shiny marble floors which they most likely have dirtied with their filthy boots. Even after the golden rule of never bounding around the residence with their shoes on you’d think they’d know by now. He thought irritably to himself as he removed his shoes before walking in.
Brown orbs narrowed dangerously as they zeroed in on the splatters of mud and boots scattered far apart. There was one particular lone boot lying amazingly halfway across the hall which Jaejoong had no doubts about them rushing around the hallway in attempt to get their boots off at the same time to avoid a more harsh of a punishment. No matter. They were going to get what was coming to them.
“Yah!” He yelled, nearly wincing at the loudness of his own tone. When the hell was Jessica getting back?! Why the hell did one bother giving birth to two monsters she couldn’t handle herself?! And when the hell did he become the second mother hen to all of his sister’s children?! “It’s not like I gave birth to the little monsters. Why is this happening to me?”
“They’re in their rooms. Eerily behaving with the brightest halos above their heads. Can’t help but wonder what could have possibly gone wrong?” Sooyoung asked, wide eyed as she brought a tip of her finger to her lip and Jaejoong knew right then and there that she was yanking his chain.
“Yeah, little monsters of mayhem strike again. And make sure they freaking stay there.”
“I heard Choi-sshi screaming her dentures out.” Sooyoung leaned down to pick up the boot nearest her. “How much is it going to cost us this time?”
“Us? This doesn’t come out of my allowance anymore as well as it shouldn’t.”
“But -”
“But nothing. This is coming out of Jessica’s tab. And believe me. It’s growing.” Jaejoong snarled as he bent down to start collecting the bows and arrows.
“She has a tab? Since when did she start allowing you to charge her for your services as her younger brother?”
“Yes she does.” Jaejoong flexed out his fingers in mid air in front of her face. “There, I just made one. And to answer your question, since she started guilt tripping and blackmailing me to do her dirty work. I swear it’s like she doesn’t have a single remorse for treating me like this.”
It was a known fact that Kim Jessica was probably the one member of their family with the most diva in her genes. Of course the Kims were known for being rich and classy, and each individual was blessed with incredibly great looks and beauty to boot. But it seemed like Jessica was the sole glamour of attention. Her charms seemed to always work on their parents and Jaejoong sort of envied her for it. She’d even used her charms on him, and while it used to work on him, he was determined to collect a bit of his envy and love-hate for her to his advantage. It was a good thing her kids were a huge help in aiding his assistance. They were annoying as hell.
“And help me clean up, will you? Father’s going to be back in a few hours and you know how he feels about coming home to a mess.”
Jaejoong ignored the squeak that emitted from his older sister as he shoved the archery equipment into her arms while making his way past her.
“Way to treat a lady, brother!” He heard her wail at his back and he waved an arm carelessly in response. Sooyoung and Jessica were the only ones in the family that knew that he only swung one way.
“Where’s Aeyoung?” Jaejoong asked, the though suddenly occurred to him. Tiffany was bound to return tonight from her trip and she’d given Jaejoong temporary custody of her 4 year old daughter while she bounded off to Paris for a vacation with her husband. Swell. Well at least she was one of his favorites. Aeyoung was adorable and she could never do wrong.
“She’s playing in Tiffany’s room with the nanny. Where she always is.”
“Ah. I’ll check up on her after I deal with Tweedledee and Tweedledum.”
“Brat.” Sooyoung seethed through her teeth, and glared up at Jaejoong’s back through the gap of the bow, wondering how effective the damage would be if she’d be able to club her brother in the head with it.
Two brothers stared up at their silent but most likely deadly uncle as he paced in a lurking manner back and forth in front of them. They stayed seated, their little behinds twitching in the equidistant of their wooden chairs, and waited for their fate to unravel. As usual, neither brother bothered to speak. Wise decision. Jaejoong wondered how long it would be before Changsuk started shooting his mouth off.
The most deviant troublemaker of them all, Changsuk. He had the mouth of the devil. It was unusual for him to stay quiet this time around. Perhaps he was aware of the trouble he was in. It was odd because he’d done much worse. Jaejoong sighed as he weighed out the possibilities of what to do with them this time. Although they were both close in age, and their names were deadly and annoyingly similar, they weren’t twins. Oh, no. Not by a long shot.
Changsuk barely turned 10 this month. He wasn’t young at all. He’d always had a passion for archery and any sport considered manly and cool and it pained Jaejoong to see Jessica forbidding him from joining any dangerous activities of any sort. She wanted her children to dress the best at all times, and if possible, be the cleanest without a spot of dust to the shoulder. Beautiful people were supposed to stand out, Jessica would say. Though in Jaejoong’s eyes, it seemed like Changsuk only played the part. Of course physical education was always permitted - per school rules to graduate - but it was sad to say that with this kid, sky was not the limit. His father had business plans for him, and knowing the responsibilities he had to face as the older of the two, Changsuk seemed to do everything in his power to rebel against his parents every chance he got.
Changsun on the other hand, wasn’t nearly as rebellious as his brother. Jaejoong assumed the only reason he was being a naughty little thing was the fact that he was following in his older brother’s footsteps - like Hansel and Gretel with the bread crumbs. But reversed. If that made any sense…
The boy was only 7 years old and he was already batting baseballs into expensive glass windows and letting the dogs loose around the house on purpose just to get a reaction out of Yoona. Who was basically dog phobic. Or anything with sharp teeth and more than a pair of legs for that matter.
With Changsun, he was just misguided by a rebellious brother who acted from his gut. He was far too young to be following in his footsteps - at least not when his brother was in such a phase. Jaejoong often wondered how he could help Changsuk, but in the end, his nephew was in no way his son. He didn’t have the right to take hold of his brother in law’s kid and he didn’t intend on getting in the way. Although he had talked to Jessica about it, in hopes of letting Changsuk have some more leisure time with sports, she’d only shake her head and shoot the offer down with a flick of her hand.
“Changsuk - ” Jaejoong began.
“I know, uncle. You’ve given us the same old speech tens of millions of times. We’ve learned our lesson. Blah blah blah.” Changsuk shrugged, and slid further down his chair with his hands stuffed into his pockets as his legs started to spread out a little in a sloppy fashion. Jaejoong shot him a glare and knew Jessica would flip tables if she came home to see her son covered in mud with attitude of a boy who’d never had lessons of proper etiquette.
“Yes, and I don’t know why I have to keep on reminding you of the same things over and over again. Surely you’re smarter than that.” Jaejoong wanted to smirk as Changsuk shot up, irritated by his uncle’s insult. Changsun just stayed seated, like a marble statue, watching his brother as if waiting for the next command of what he should do.
“I don’t see why we can’t have a little bit of fun.” Changsuk’s hands shot out of his hands as he stood up to give his uncle a hard stare. “I understand why Umma doesn’t want me doing manly things. She wants me to turn out fragile and useless like her -”
“Don’t talk about your mother like that.” Jaejoong was nearly undone with the sudden urge to strike his nephew across the face for that one. Jessica wasn’t exactly the most convenient person to deal with, but she was still a good person and a damn good mother to her kids. She loved them unconditionally and to hear his nephew of his mother useless had him seeing red. Changsuk seemed to notice the careless slip of his words and shut his mouth almost immediately. But the defiant and hard stare in his eyes never relented.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured, as if reluctant. “But you know what I mean. You’re the only one that knows how we feel. Why are you always siding with her and Appa?”
“Know how we feel?” Jaejoong asked, shifting his gaze towards Changsun, who was still sitting beside his brother in silence. “Or you?”
Changsuk shrugged.
“Changsun and I agree and even though he may not say anything, I talk for him.”
“And I’m sure Changsun loves having you pulling words out of his mouth. I’m sure he doesn’t have any opinions of his own.” Jaejoong said, making sure to emphasize the scrcasm in his tone.
“Uncle -” Changsun began to speak, but Changsuk silenced him with an arm forced out in front of his brother, like a shield. “Not a word, Changsun. You don’t want to say anything stupid like the last time.”
“But, hyung!”
“Not. Another word.”
It broke Jaejoong’s heart to watch Changsun shrivel back into his chair. He let out a frustrated sigh and massaged the sides of his temples.
“Alright. I’ve had just about enough.”
“What are you going to do, Uncle? Appa has already done his worst.” And Jaejoong nearly winced at that thought. Their father didn’t necessarily beat success out of them but he excelled in abusing them with words. Spanking and slapping was only necessary when Changsuk really crossed the line.
“Don’t take that tone with me, Changsuk. You know it isn’t fair to me.”
Changsuk flinched for a millisecond before looking away in guilt. Jaejoong knew very well Changsuk didn’t hate him like he hated a lot of other people. What he wanted to know was why his nephew put him through a bunch of unnecessary shit he didn’t want any part of. Why couldn’t he be more like Changsun? If that was the case, they’d both make Jaejoong’s life a whole lot easier.
“If you want to take up archery or soccer, or whatever it is you like to do, I have no problem with it.” He said, staring down at his nephew, whose narrowed gaze softened just a bit. “Your mother may have a problem with it, but have you ever seen me protesting to what you do with your free time?”
“But - ”
“I’ve never done anything to stop you, have I? All these years of babysitting? I’d expect you to figure that out already. Just clean up after yourself and not cause mayhem. How hard is that, huh?” Jaejoong looked away and put his hands at his hips before looking back at his nephew. “You’re still young. You’re still a kid and you deserve to act like it.”
“But you’re always defending Umma and Appa every time we fight about it.”
“I only do that because I have no authority over your parents’. Your parents care about you, Changsuk.” Changsuk snorted and Jaejoong gave him a keen stare in warning. “Focus. I’m not finished.”
Changsuk rolled his eyes halfway and looked up at his uncle.
“Since your dad seems to be away on his business trip and your mother isn’t due for another few hours, I’d suggest you clean yourself up and help your Aunt Sooyoung in cleaning the mud off the hallway floors. She’ll hide your equipment in the usual spot, and if you’re good, I’ll probably play a badminton game with you in the courts indoors.”
Jaejoong wanted to fall onto the floor and roll at Changsuk and Changsun’s groans in unison.
“Badminton?! How much of a wuss do you think we are?!” Changsuk complained, half wailing in protest. “We’re not even good at it!”
“That’s not true. I’m really good at it!” Changsun squeaked, as if insulted.
“It’s plenty manly.” Jaejoong frowned. “You just don’t know the tactics and strategies to it. There’s timing involved. And precise agility. Plenty impressive and a very difficult sport if you ask me. Maybe if you were good at it, you’d think otherwise.”
“Still think it’s girly.” Changsuk shrugged,
and yelped as he felt painful fingers pinch and tug sharply at his ear.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s doing it on purpose!” A loud, booming voice rang out, and Jaejoong could imagine the sound waves bouncing off the walls of the indoor courts of the university.
“Junsu! Any louder and you’d be inviting people to come over and watch.” Jaejoong grunted as he zoomed over to hit the birdie back over the net.
“Well I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Yoochun’s acting weird again. I think he’s cheating on me.” Junsu pouted as he lodged the birdie back towards his friend’s side. “Think about it. He’s out late at night again and he never seems to wants us to go over to his place or hang out with any of his friends. I mean sure he can hang out with some of my friends, but when it comes to him, nnnoo. Noo can do because of the drinking and partying and what? The possibility of his friends groping me? And probably because he’s always with his best friend who I do not trust!”
“What? What does his best friend have to do with anything?” Jaejoong panted slightly as he hit the ball back. “That Shim Changmin fellow? I’ve always thought of him as harmless. I think the only times I’ve really seen him around is by the food courts. I swear it’s like he lives there.”
“No, not him. Jung Yunho.”
“Oh.” Jaejoong wanted to puke his lunch out at the notorious name. Oh yeah, he knew him.
Everyone on campus either feared him, loved him, some hated him, and some innocents avoided him like the plague. Jaejoong wouldn’t blame the avoiding. Yes, he admitted that the man was dripping sex on legs. Powerful aura, broad shoulders, fucking amazing body, plenty tall and a handsome face boot to perfection. All those traits put together were never good news.
He’d never discriminate against his own people about the whole beautiful people were always trouble stereotype that they’d get at times. But with Jung Yunho? Most of the time the rumors were actually pretty damn true. His reputation was positively ruined. Everyone knew he was bad news and he didn’t seem like he gave a piece of shit about it. True, Jaejoong was envious for his positive attitude of not caring whether or not people liked him. Jaejoong always found himself trying to please most of his viewers and by keeping up a fine reputation, it annoyed him to no end that he always had to constantly keep up a good front. But as much as Jaejoong envied him for that one speck of confidence. There was nothing else about Jung Yunho that impressed him.
“The guy who prowls around for his never ending disposal of ass and vag?” Jaejoong snorted. “Don’t even sweat it. Even if they’re best friends, despite his down the gutter rep with relationships, I’m sure he isn’t the kind to poach.” The words even sounded ridiculous coming out of his own mouth. He wasn’t even sure. When it came to Jung Yunho, nobody could ever be. “Even if he does leave a trail of cum out every one of his conquests.” He shrugged. “Poor souls. I sure as hell hope you won’t be one of them. God knows if any of us clean people are chucked into a pile of those, huh?”
“Don’t say that.” Junsu frowned. “Didn’t you hear about what happened to Boa?”
“Yeah.” Jaejoong’s heart froze. Oh, right. Jung had staked his claim on Boa at one point and chucked her away like the others. That had him seeing red once more. Fucking a bunch of cock whores was one thing, but ruining a perfectly good person was completely out of the question. Jung Yunho had treated another one of his good friends like the rest of the trash girls that he’d fucked in the past. Another reason why he should hate the man. “I still say he should’ve been kicked out of the school.”
“For what? Sleeping around with students of the university isn’t exactly against the rules. They have no say in our dating lives.” Junsu sighed, having caught the birdie ten lobs ago, game forgotten. “The board has no say about it unless he goes prowling around with HIV and knowingly fucking and infecting every guy and girl he comes across.”
“Isn’t that what’s happening right now anyway?” Jaejoong snorted, crossing his arms with his racquet digging into his forearm. “HIV symptoms are hard to diagnose. How are you sure he isn’t doing it already?”
“Well…I don’t know.” Junsu finally shrugged, clenching the birdie in his fist. “Well anyway, I’m not worried about him hitting on me. I’m more worried about Yoochun’s trust. I mean, does he even trust me enough to be with his best friend? I figure if he doesn’t trust me enough to something as little as this then is this relationship even worth it?”
Jaejoong frowned in thought. Yoochun and Junsu had only dated for nearly six months. It was dangerously close to a year and Junsu was worried when it was a wise time to back out. Yoochun didn’t exactly have the greatest dating history either. He was never as terrible as Jung Yunho but he wasn’t exactly the typical committed breadwinner of the family either. In fact, a month and a half after they started dating, Junsu had caught Yoochun fingering one of his classmates in the deserted Art hallway. After several episodes of confusion and passionate fights and Junsu’s constantly avoiding him, it took awhile for Yoochun to realize how much his feelings had grown for the younger male, and eventually, Junsu found it in his heart to forgive him. Of course, Junsu was at it again with his second thoughts.
The sight of Junsu’s expression in a pained dilemma nearly broke Jaejoong’s heart.
“Hey.” He crossed over towards Junsu’s side as the shorter male looked up at him in curiosity. “If he turns out to be like Jung, I won’t hesitate to kick his ass for you. I’m always here if you need me. You know that, right?” Wrapping a reassuring arm around his best friend, he gave Junsu’s arms a firm squeeze. “From what I’ve seen between you two, from the shit that you’ve stomped through together, I have doubts of him cheating on you so easily. I mean, yeah, what happened several months ago was a setback. But you guys have just started dating. And I guess the idea of Yoochun committing scared the bloody Jesus out of him which caused him to fling himself in between the legs of a tramp who then made him realize that he didn’t want cunt trash like her. Hence, the home he finds in the warm confines of your snuggly ass. Do I make sense?”
Junsu sent him a wide eyed stare and a fierce, loud, and hard smack to the shoulder.
“Since when did you start talking so nasty?!” He asked, face beet red.
“I’m just puttin’ it the way I see it. Can’t blame me for speaking the truth. And besides, don’t you feel better now?”
“Yes, I do. You’re too cute and I fucking hate you for it.”
Jaejoong huffs and puffs his cheeks out in retort.
His classes were finally finished and it was nearly three in the afternoon. Even though his car was parked in the lot furthest away from his last class, the thought of spending time with his nephew and niece was probably the highlight of his day. Even though he would be exercising plenty with Changsuk and Changsun, he supposed a long walk across campus to his car, several minutes of extra exercise wouldn’t hurt. Besides, his muscles needed more toning. Maybe Junsu would agree to another badminton spar. Or some basketball drills with Siwon. After all, he was only a door away.
Making his way downstairs, he suddenly found the urgency to rush back home a bit disturbing. How ridiculous he would look to the public if he’d went sprinting down and across the campus. Jessica would probably bag on him for acting like such a stupid fool. Beautiful people were supposed to walk with elegance and not looked distraught no matter what kind of conflicts they were battling on the inside. Jaejoong inwardly rolled his eyes at the thought. It’s no wonder Jessica opened up her own etiquette school. Who would have the oh so honorable pleasure of running that school in the future? He had no doubts about Jessica constantly making babies until she popped out a daughter as future heir. Somehow that thought amused him.
Jaejoong laughed softly at the thought. Out of nowhere, his quick reflexes caught him on guard, and his sense sharpened. And within seconds, an arrow came flying past the centimeters from his eyes and stabbed into the wall beside him. He ducked quickly enough, but even if he hadn’t he realized that the arrow wouldn’t have hit him.
What the hell…
Jaejoong stood up slowly and stared at the beautiful, no doubt handmade, arrow embedded into the wall of the school building. God knows what the president would say about this. The arrow was made of fine material, smooth and elegant feathers spiraling towards the stretching end of the stem. Maybe Changsuk would like a present like this for Christmas. The arrow was fine and beautifully crafted.
If it weren’t for the engraved and elegant looking YH on the side of it. Only one person could go as far as staking claim on his possessions like dog piss on territory. Jaejoong was afraid to look. What the fuck was he doing on this side of campus? Did the Archery Club switch locations.
“Oh fuck me.”
“I’d love to, Angel. Just name the time and place.”
Jaejoong’s head snapped up and over to the source of the sultry voice, and there he was. Narcissistic Jung Yunho in his arrogant dripping glory.
OH, FUCK ME.
A/N: That was like…fuck me in a really bad way, of course. Don’t get any wrong ideas, lol. I know I was supposed to update Blossoms before this but my mom still has my laptop and I had a good lot of stuff down for that update and I didn’t want to start a new on this computer. But I had the urge to write and I hadn’t updated this fic yet. So I did. I hope this did justice. It’s almost 3 in the morning but who the fuck cares. I finished! Please let me know what you think? As had pointed out, Yunho doesn’t get much of a spotlight in my fics. Which is very true. That has made me realize that indeed, in my fics, it’s mostly Jaejoong’s POV that’s been exposed and I think it’s safe to say that in this fic, you will see a lot of what goes on through the mind of Jung Yunho. Freaking pervert version of him or not, LOL. I figured he deserved some justice since I practically have a I Hate You Jung Yunho fanclub from Man Versus Vibrator, LOL old readers you know what I’m referring to. X’D
Also, I still have to re-do and spiffy up the prologue. It seems to be lacking. Like...a lot. But I'll unlock it now and lock it again when I have time to work on it again. Sorry for the inconvenience. I've got a lot of shit going on. :\ But! Comments make me happy? Think of your opinions as therapy for me, LOL.
By the way, LJ's new layout is freaking ugly. Why even...?
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Chapter(s): 1/?
Author: sentimentalenvy
Genre: Romance
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, side Yoochun/Junsu
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story.
Synopsis: Popular and handsome as sin, Jung Yunho is the most sought after bachelor amidst the students residing in his university. No man or woman can resist his charms and he doesn’t hesitate or fail to let others know it. Until he actually comes across another well known student, Kim Jaejoong, president of Korea University’s Language Studies Club. Yunho is then challenged in a simple wager: Seduce and steal the impossible - intimidating -president’s precious virtue. It’s a shame his efforts are eventually gone to waste. That is, Kim Jaejoong is no innocent.
1
“I’m warning you for the last time, Kim Jaejoong. Watch those little brats of yours. I won’t hesitate to say it again!”
An aging woman in her fifties screeched from the top of her lungs as she raised and shook her cane up and about in the air. Jaejoong fought every nerve in his body from rolling his eyes. He peered up from the patch of vegetables and waved in a nonchalant manner.
“Will do!”
“I mean it, Jaejoong! If this happens again, I’m telling your father!” Another screech followed by the rattling smacking of cane against concrete wall vibrated across the pathway from the Kim’s territory and the Choi’s. Jaejoong let out a frustrated exhale.
Even if his nephews managed to send more arrows crashing into her glass windows, his father wasn’t even in town. Well, he was going to come back from a business trip tonight. But neither of his older sisters was around either. Well, Sooyoung stayed around since he and she were the only ones left in his family that still hadn’t married. They were the two youngest members of the family and Jaejoong never understood why his mother was still tempted to marry them off to potential partners. Who still did that in this day in age?
The brown haired man nodded as if she could see him. And when he realized that she couldn’t, he gathered what was left of his patience and stood up on sore legs.
“Yes.” He nodded. “I will let them know. Is there anything else?” He asked, and made sure his smile killed the sweetest of sugars. Sending her one of his trademark smiles, the older woman seemed only slightly affected and snorted before looking away.
“Better be. I’ll be sending you the bill for the repairs.”
“Please do, and again, so sorry for the trouble!” Jaejoong waved at the retreating back of the older woman and growled beneath his breath. “I am going to kill those punks.”
“Changsuk! Changsun! You two are in big, big trouble!”
Almost immediately, Jaejoong heard the clatter of the bows and arrows against the shiny marble floors which they most likely have dirtied with their filthy boots. Even after the golden rule of never bounding around the residence with their shoes on you’d think they’d know by now. He thought irritably to himself as he removed his shoes before walking in.
Brown orbs narrowed dangerously as they zeroed in on the splatters of mud and boots scattered far apart. There was one particular lone boot lying amazingly halfway across the hall which Jaejoong had no doubts about them rushing around the hallway in attempt to get their boots off at the same time to avoid a more harsh of a punishment. No matter. They were going to get what was coming to them.
“Yah!” He yelled, nearly wincing at the loudness of his own tone. When the hell was Jessica getting back?! Why the hell did one bother giving birth to two monsters she couldn’t handle herself?! And when the hell did he become the second mother hen to all of his sister’s children?! “It’s not like I gave birth to the little monsters. Why is this happening to me?”
“They’re in their rooms. Eerily behaving with the brightest halos above their heads. Can’t help but wonder what could have possibly gone wrong?” Sooyoung asked, wide eyed as she brought a tip of her finger to her lip and Jaejoong knew right then and there that she was yanking his chain.
“Yeah, little monsters of mayhem strike again. And make sure they freaking stay there.”
“I heard Choi-sshi screaming her dentures out.” Sooyoung leaned down to pick up the boot nearest her. “How much is it going to cost us this time?”
“Us? This doesn’t come out of my allowance anymore as well as it shouldn’t.”
“But -”
“But nothing. This is coming out of Jessica’s tab. And believe me. It’s growing.” Jaejoong snarled as he bent down to start collecting the bows and arrows.
“She has a tab? Since when did she start allowing you to charge her for your services as her younger brother?”
“Yes she does.” Jaejoong flexed out his fingers in mid air in front of her face. “There, I just made one. And to answer your question, since she started guilt tripping and blackmailing me to do her dirty work. I swear it’s like she doesn’t have a single remorse for treating me like this.”
It was a known fact that Kim Jessica was probably the one member of their family with the most diva in her genes. Of course the Kims were known for being rich and classy, and each individual was blessed with incredibly great looks and beauty to boot. But it seemed like Jessica was the sole glamour of attention. Her charms seemed to always work on their parents and Jaejoong sort of envied her for it. She’d even used her charms on him, and while it used to work on him, he was determined to collect a bit of his envy and love-hate for her to his advantage. It was a good thing her kids were a huge help in aiding his assistance. They were annoying as hell.
“And help me clean up, will you? Father’s going to be back in a few hours and you know how he feels about coming home to a mess.”
Jaejoong ignored the squeak that emitted from his older sister as he shoved the archery equipment into her arms while making his way past her.
“Way to treat a lady, brother!” He heard her wail at his back and he waved an arm carelessly in response. Sooyoung and Jessica were the only ones in the family that knew that he only swung one way.
“Where’s Aeyoung?” Jaejoong asked, the though suddenly occurred to him. Tiffany was bound to return tonight from her trip and she’d given Jaejoong temporary custody of her 4 year old daughter while she bounded off to Paris for a vacation with her husband. Swell. Well at least she was one of his favorites. Aeyoung was adorable and she could never do wrong.
“She’s playing in Tiffany’s room with the nanny. Where she always is.”
“Ah. I’ll check up on her after I deal with Tweedledee and Tweedledum.”
“Brat.” Sooyoung seethed through her teeth, and glared up at Jaejoong’s back through the gap of the bow, wondering how effective the damage would be if she’d be able to club her brother in the head with it.
Two brothers stared up at their silent but most likely deadly uncle as he paced in a lurking manner back and forth in front of them. They stayed seated, their little behinds twitching in the equidistant of their wooden chairs, and waited for their fate to unravel. As usual, neither brother bothered to speak. Wise decision. Jaejoong wondered how long it would be before Changsuk started shooting his mouth off.
The most deviant troublemaker of them all, Changsuk. He had the mouth of the devil. It was unusual for him to stay quiet this time around. Perhaps he was aware of the trouble he was in. It was odd because he’d done much worse. Jaejoong sighed as he weighed out the possibilities of what to do with them this time. Although they were both close in age, and their names were deadly and annoyingly similar, they weren’t twins. Oh, no. Not by a long shot.
Changsuk barely turned 10 this month. He wasn’t young at all. He’d always had a passion for archery and any sport considered manly and cool and it pained Jaejoong to see Jessica forbidding him from joining any dangerous activities of any sort. She wanted her children to dress the best at all times, and if possible, be the cleanest without a spot of dust to the shoulder. Beautiful people were supposed to stand out, Jessica would say. Though in Jaejoong’s eyes, it seemed like Changsuk only played the part. Of course physical education was always permitted - per school rules to graduate - but it was sad to say that with this kid, sky was not the limit. His father had business plans for him, and knowing the responsibilities he had to face as the older of the two, Changsuk seemed to do everything in his power to rebel against his parents every chance he got.
Changsun on the other hand, wasn’t nearly as rebellious as his brother. Jaejoong assumed the only reason he was being a naughty little thing was the fact that he was following in his older brother’s footsteps - like Hansel and Gretel with the bread crumbs. But reversed. If that made any sense…
The boy was only 7 years old and he was already batting baseballs into expensive glass windows and letting the dogs loose around the house on purpose just to get a reaction out of Yoona. Who was basically dog phobic. Or anything with sharp teeth and more than a pair of legs for that matter.
With Changsun, he was just misguided by a rebellious brother who acted from his gut. He was far too young to be following in his footsteps - at least not when his brother was in such a phase. Jaejoong often wondered how he could help Changsuk, but in the end, his nephew was in no way his son. He didn’t have the right to take hold of his brother in law’s kid and he didn’t intend on getting in the way. Although he had talked to Jessica about it, in hopes of letting Changsuk have some more leisure time with sports, she’d only shake her head and shoot the offer down with a flick of her hand.
“Changsuk - ” Jaejoong began.
“I know, uncle. You’ve given us the same old speech tens of millions of times. We’ve learned our lesson. Blah blah blah.” Changsuk shrugged, and slid further down his chair with his hands stuffed into his pockets as his legs started to spread out a little in a sloppy fashion. Jaejoong shot him a glare and knew Jessica would flip tables if she came home to see her son covered in mud with attitude of a boy who’d never had lessons of proper etiquette.
“Yes, and I don’t know why I have to keep on reminding you of the same things over and over again. Surely you’re smarter than that.” Jaejoong wanted to smirk as Changsuk shot up, irritated by his uncle’s insult. Changsun just stayed seated, like a marble statue, watching his brother as if waiting for the next command of what he should do.
“I don’t see why we can’t have a little bit of fun.” Changsuk’s hands shot out of his hands as he stood up to give his uncle a hard stare. “I understand why Umma doesn’t want me doing manly things. She wants me to turn out fragile and useless like her -”
“Don’t talk about your mother like that.” Jaejoong was nearly undone with the sudden urge to strike his nephew across the face for that one. Jessica wasn’t exactly the most convenient person to deal with, but she was still a good person and a damn good mother to her kids. She loved them unconditionally and to hear his nephew of his mother useless had him seeing red. Changsuk seemed to notice the careless slip of his words and shut his mouth almost immediately. But the defiant and hard stare in his eyes never relented.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured, as if reluctant. “But you know what I mean. You’re the only one that knows how we feel. Why are you always siding with her and Appa?”
“Know how we feel?” Jaejoong asked, shifting his gaze towards Changsun, who was still sitting beside his brother in silence. “Or you?”
Changsuk shrugged.
“Changsun and I agree and even though he may not say anything, I talk for him.”
“And I’m sure Changsun loves having you pulling words out of his mouth. I’m sure he doesn’t have any opinions of his own.” Jaejoong said, making sure to emphasize the scrcasm in his tone.
“Uncle -” Changsun began to speak, but Changsuk silenced him with an arm forced out in front of his brother, like a shield. “Not a word, Changsun. You don’t want to say anything stupid like the last time.”
“But, hyung!”
“Not. Another word.”
It broke Jaejoong’s heart to watch Changsun shrivel back into his chair. He let out a frustrated sigh and massaged the sides of his temples.
“Alright. I’ve had just about enough.”
“What are you going to do, Uncle? Appa has already done his worst.” And Jaejoong nearly winced at that thought. Their father didn’t necessarily beat success out of them but he excelled in abusing them with words. Spanking and slapping was only necessary when Changsuk really crossed the line.
“Don’t take that tone with me, Changsuk. You know it isn’t fair to me.”
Changsuk flinched for a millisecond before looking away in guilt. Jaejoong knew very well Changsuk didn’t hate him like he hated a lot of other people. What he wanted to know was why his nephew put him through a bunch of unnecessary shit he didn’t want any part of. Why couldn’t he be more like Changsun? If that was the case, they’d both make Jaejoong’s life a whole lot easier.
“If you want to take up archery or soccer, or whatever it is you like to do, I have no problem with it.” He said, staring down at his nephew, whose narrowed gaze softened just a bit. “Your mother may have a problem with it, but have you ever seen me protesting to what you do with your free time?”
“But - ”
“I’ve never done anything to stop you, have I? All these years of babysitting? I’d expect you to figure that out already. Just clean up after yourself and not cause mayhem. How hard is that, huh?” Jaejoong looked away and put his hands at his hips before looking back at his nephew. “You’re still young. You’re still a kid and you deserve to act like it.”
“But you’re always defending Umma and Appa every time we fight about it.”
“I only do that because I have no authority over your parents’. Your parents care about you, Changsuk.” Changsuk snorted and Jaejoong gave him a keen stare in warning. “Focus. I’m not finished.”
Changsuk rolled his eyes halfway and looked up at his uncle.
“Since your dad seems to be away on his business trip and your mother isn’t due for another few hours, I’d suggest you clean yourself up and help your Aunt Sooyoung in cleaning the mud off the hallway floors. She’ll hide your equipment in the usual spot, and if you’re good, I’ll probably play a badminton game with you in the courts indoors.”
Jaejoong wanted to fall onto the floor and roll at Changsuk and Changsun’s groans in unison.
“Badminton?! How much of a wuss do you think we are?!” Changsuk complained, half wailing in protest. “We’re not even good at it!”
“That’s not true. I’m really good at it!” Changsun squeaked, as if insulted.
“It’s plenty manly.” Jaejoong frowned. “You just don’t know the tactics and strategies to it. There’s timing involved. And precise agility. Plenty impressive and a very difficult sport if you ask me. Maybe if you were good at it, you’d think otherwise.”
“Still think it’s girly.” Changsuk shrugged,
and yelped as he felt painful fingers pinch and tug sharply at his ear.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s doing it on purpose!” A loud, booming voice rang out, and Jaejoong could imagine the sound waves bouncing off the walls of the indoor courts of the university.
“Junsu! Any louder and you’d be inviting people to come over and watch.” Jaejoong grunted as he zoomed over to hit the birdie back over the net.
“Well I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Yoochun’s acting weird again. I think he’s cheating on me.” Junsu pouted as he lodged the birdie back towards his friend’s side. “Think about it. He’s out late at night again and he never seems to wants us to go over to his place or hang out with any of his friends. I mean sure he can hang out with some of my friends, but when it comes to him, nnnoo. Noo can do because of the drinking and partying and what? The possibility of his friends groping me? And probably because he’s always with his best friend who I do not trust!”
“What? What does his best friend have to do with anything?” Jaejoong panted slightly as he hit the ball back. “That Shim Changmin fellow? I’ve always thought of him as harmless. I think the only times I’ve really seen him around is by the food courts. I swear it’s like he lives there.”
“No, not him. Jung Yunho.”
“Oh.” Jaejoong wanted to puke his lunch out at the notorious name. Oh yeah, he knew him.
Everyone on campus either feared him, loved him, some hated him, and some innocents avoided him like the plague. Jaejoong wouldn’t blame the avoiding. Yes, he admitted that the man was dripping sex on legs. Powerful aura, broad shoulders, fucking amazing body, plenty tall and a handsome face boot to perfection. All those traits put together were never good news.
He’d never discriminate against his own people about the whole beautiful people were always trouble stereotype that they’d get at times. But with Jung Yunho? Most of the time the rumors were actually pretty damn true. His reputation was positively ruined. Everyone knew he was bad news and he didn’t seem like he gave a piece of shit about it. True, Jaejoong was envious for his positive attitude of not caring whether or not people liked him. Jaejoong always found himself trying to please most of his viewers and by keeping up a fine reputation, it annoyed him to no end that he always had to constantly keep up a good front. But as much as Jaejoong envied him for that one speck of confidence. There was nothing else about Jung Yunho that impressed him.
“The guy who prowls around for his never ending disposal of ass and vag?” Jaejoong snorted. “Don’t even sweat it. Even if they’re best friends, despite his down the gutter rep with relationships, I’m sure he isn’t the kind to poach.” The words even sounded ridiculous coming out of his own mouth. He wasn’t even sure. When it came to Jung Yunho, nobody could ever be. “Even if he does leave a trail of cum out every one of his conquests.” He shrugged. “Poor souls. I sure as hell hope you won’t be one of them. God knows if any of us clean people are chucked into a pile of those, huh?”
“Don’t say that.” Junsu frowned. “Didn’t you hear about what happened to Boa?”
“Yeah.” Jaejoong’s heart froze. Oh, right. Jung had staked his claim on Boa at one point and chucked her away like the others. That had him seeing red once more. Fucking a bunch of cock whores was one thing, but ruining a perfectly good person was completely out of the question. Jung Yunho had treated another one of his good friends like the rest of the trash girls that he’d fucked in the past. Another reason why he should hate the man. “I still say he should’ve been kicked out of the school.”
“For what? Sleeping around with students of the university isn’t exactly against the rules. They have no say in our dating lives.” Junsu sighed, having caught the birdie ten lobs ago, game forgotten. “The board has no say about it unless he goes prowling around with HIV and knowingly fucking and infecting every guy and girl he comes across.”
“Isn’t that what’s happening right now anyway?” Jaejoong snorted, crossing his arms with his racquet digging into his forearm. “HIV symptoms are hard to diagnose. How are you sure he isn’t doing it already?”
“Well…I don’t know.” Junsu finally shrugged, clenching the birdie in his fist. “Well anyway, I’m not worried about him hitting on me. I’m more worried about Yoochun’s trust. I mean, does he even trust me enough to be with his best friend? I figure if he doesn’t trust me enough to something as little as this then is this relationship even worth it?”
Jaejoong frowned in thought. Yoochun and Junsu had only dated for nearly six months. It was dangerously close to a year and Junsu was worried when it was a wise time to back out. Yoochun didn’t exactly have the greatest dating history either. He was never as terrible as Jung Yunho but he wasn’t exactly the typical committed breadwinner of the family either. In fact, a month and a half after they started dating, Junsu had caught Yoochun fingering one of his classmates in the deserted Art hallway. After several episodes of confusion and passionate fights and Junsu’s constantly avoiding him, it took awhile for Yoochun to realize how much his feelings had grown for the younger male, and eventually, Junsu found it in his heart to forgive him. Of course, Junsu was at it again with his second thoughts.
The sight of Junsu’s expression in a pained dilemma nearly broke Jaejoong’s heart.
“Hey.” He crossed over towards Junsu’s side as the shorter male looked up at him in curiosity. “If he turns out to be like Jung, I won’t hesitate to kick his ass for you. I’m always here if you need me. You know that, right?” Wrapping a reassuring arm around his best friend, he gave Junsu’s arms a firm squeeze. “From what I’ve seen between you two, from the shit that you’ve stomped through together, I have doubts of him cheating on you so easily. I mean, yeah, what happened several months ago was a setback. But you guys have just started dating. And I guess the idea of Yoochun committing scared the bloody Jesus out of him which caused him to fling himself in between the legs of a tramp who then made him realize that he didn’t want cunt trash like her. Hence, the home he finds in the warm confines of your snuggly ass. Do I make sense?”
Junsu sent him a wide eyed stare and a fierce, loud, and hard smack to the shoulder.
“Since when did you start talking so nasty?!” He asked, face beet red.
“I’m just puttin’ it the way I see it. Can’t blame me for speaking the truth. And besides, don’t you feel better now?”
“Yes, I do. You’re too cute and I fucking hate you for it.”
Jaejoong huffs and puffs his cheeks out in retort.
His classes were finally finished and it was nearly three in the afternoon. Even though his car was parked in the lot furthest away from his last class, the thought of spending time with his nephew and niece was probably the highlight of his day. Even though he would be exercising plenty with Changsuk and Changsun, he supposed a long walk across campus to his car, several minutes of extra exercise wouldn’t hurt. Besides, his muscles needed more toning. Maybe Junsu would agree to another badminton spar. Or some basketball drills with Siwon. After all, he was only a door away.
Making his way downstairs, he suddenly found the urgency to rush back home a bit disturbing. How ridiculous he would look to the public if he’d went sprinting down and across the campus. Jessica would probably bag on him for acting like such a stupid fool. Beautiful people were supposed to walk with elegance and not looked distraught no matter what kind of conflicts they were battling on the inside. Jaejoong inwardly rolled his eyes at the thought. It’s no wonder Jessica opened up her own etiquette school. Who would have the oh so honorable pleasure of running that school in the future? He had no doubts about Jessica constantly making babies until she popped out a daughter as future heir. Somehow that thought amused him.
Jaejoong laughed softly at the thought. Out of nowhere, his quick reflexes caught him on guard, and his sense sharpened. And within seconds, an arrow came flying past the centimeters from his eyes and stabbed into the wall beside him. He ducked quickly enough, but even if he hadn’t he realized that the arrow wouldn’t have hit him.
What the hell…
Jaejoong stood up slowly and stared at the beautiful, no doubt handmade, arrow embedded into the wall of the school building. God knows what the president would say about this. The arrow was made of fine material, smooth and elegant feathers spiraling towards the stretching end of the stem. Maybe Changsuk would like a present like this for Christmas. The arrow was fine and beautifully crafted.
If it weren’t for the engraved and elegant looking YH on the side of it. Only one person could go as far as staking claim on his possessions like dog piss on territory. Jaejoong was afraid to look. What the fuck was he doing on this side of campus? Did the Archery Club switch locations.
“Oh fuck me.”
“I’d love to, Angel. Just name the time and place.”
Jaejoong’s head snapped up and over to the source of the sultry voice, and there he was. Narcissistic Jung Yunho in his arrogant dripping glory.
OH, FUCK ME.
A/N: That was like…fuck me in a really bad way, of course. Don’t get any wrong ideas, lol. I know I was supposed to update Blossoms before this but my mom still has my laptop and I had a good lot of stuff down for that update and I didn’t want to start a new on this computer. But I had the urge to write and I hadn’t updated this fic yet. So I did. I hope this did justice. It’s almost 3 in the morning but who the fuck cares. I finished! Please let me know what you think? As had pointed out, Yunho doesn’t get much of a spotlight in my fics. Which is very true. That has made me realize that indeed, in my fics, it’s mostly Jaejoong’s POV that’s been exposed and I think it’s safe to say that in this fic, you will see a lot of what goes on through the mind of Jung Yunho. Freaking pervert version of him or not, LOL. I figured he deserved some justice since I practically have a I Hate You Jung Yunho fanclub from Man Versus Vibrator, LOL old readers you know what I’m referring to. X’D
Also, I still have to re-do and spiffy up the prologue. It seems to be lacking. Like...a lot. But I'll unlock it now and lock it again when I have time to work on it again. Sorry for the inconvenience. I've got a lot of shit going on. :\ But! Comments make me happy? Think of your opinions as therapy for me, LOL.
By the way, LJ's new layout is freaking ugly. Why even...?
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