10 ways (chapter 22)
Title: 10 Ways to Choose the Wrong Person: Kim Junsu’s Quest to find The One!
Plot by: still_doll_15 & jihae_shii
Pairing: elusive YOOSU, YunJae, WonSu (Siwon/Junsu)
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Angst, Drama (it srsly got more dramatic now...)
Rating: R
Length: Chaptered
Synopsis:
It all started with a simple, seemingly harmless deal but it soon turns into something more complex. Now, Kim Junsu finds himself amidst a number of eligible bachelors, trying desperately to find his match.
Will he find the one he’s looking for? Or would certain distractions keep him from seeing what is clearly in front of him?
A/N: As you guys clearly know by now, very very late updates are really my thing but, finally, here's one... if anyone still remembers this fic, that is. lol. I'm planning to finish this fic soon. Only a few more chaps to go, I think. :)
ch.22
Jaejoong blushed as he saw a beautiful bouquet of red roses in front of him. He stared at it for a few moments before slowly looking up at the guy holding them. Jaejoong felt his heart skip a beat as he met those sparkling brown eyes of one Jung Yunho.
“They’re for you.” Yunho said with a charming smile.
An adorable shade of pink crossed Jaejoong’s cheeks as he slowly took the bouquet. “T-thank you.” He shyly said as he placed the bouquet down on the counter. Jaejoong looked down, afraid that his face might be as red as he thought it would be. He thanked the heavens that Yunho came in just as he was opening the bookstore. No one else but them was there, which was good because Jaejoong imagined he would faint if ever Yunho gave him the flowers in front of a number of people.
“I was hoping they could brighten your day.” Yunho said after a few moments of silence between them.
The only response Jaejoong could give was a small nod accompanied by an almost incoherent mumble of “yes”. For some reason, he found himself as nervous as hell. He kept his gaze down, refusing to meet Yunho’s eyes again.
Thoughts of last night replayed over and over again in Jaejoong’s mind. He never cried like that in front of anyone. He never even talked to anyone about the matter. But Jaejoong hadn’t felt that comfortable with anyone before. Not until Yunho came along. There was something about the guy that made Jaejoong feel safe, even loved. After crying so hard and letting his emotions out, Jaejoong finally felt better. He knew he could now move on. All thanks to Yunho.
Jaejoong stayed in Yunho’s arms long after he had cried. It was comfortable there and it seemed that Yunho, too, was comfortable having Jaejoong in his arms. They stayed like that for hours more. And just when Jaejoong thought it couldn’t have been more perfect, Yunho leaned in and planted one straight on his lips.
The memory was still so fresh in Jaejoong’s mind that he could still feel the gentleness of the photographer’s lips against his. The feeling was elating and he could feel himself melting right then and there.
“Jaejoong-ah,” Yunho suddenly whispered close to his ear and it made the said man jump. The latter turned and unexpectedly met the former’s eyes. Jaejoong’s face was now beet red. “W-what?” The bookstore manager stuttered as he gazed at just about anywhere and everywhere except at Yunho.
The photographer chuckled, noticing how the beautiful man was blushing madly. “You were starting to space out again. I wonder what you were thinking.”
Jaejoong hitched a breath but he still refused to look at Yunho as he answered. “I, I wasn’t t-thinking about anything in p-particular.”
“Well, I was just thinking about something. You know what it is?”
“W-what?” Jaejoong answered, his eyes glued on the bouquet of flowers in front of him.
Yunho grinned. He leaned in closer towards the counter and placed his fingers on Jaejoong’s chin. The former tilted the latter’s head up slightly and quickly placed a soft kiss on those plump red lips. Jaejoong closed his eyes for a moment until he felt Yunho part away. He opened them again and finally looked at the photographer straight in the eye.
“I… I guess I’m not used to it yet.” He whispered softly.
“Used to what?” Yunho frowned a little.
“This feeling.” Jaejoong looked down again for a moment before returning his gaze back to Yunho. “I haven’t felt like this since… Well, I honestly don’t know when.”
Yunho’s smile returned. “You will be.” He said, placing his hand on Jaejoong’s cheek and caressing it. “I hope you will be used to us soon.”
Jaejoong smiled.
“I need to go.” Yunho said dejectedly. “I still have a few photo shoots to organize later on. I’ll see you soon?”
Jaejoong nodded. Yunho headed for the door but just before he had a chance to open it, Jaejoong called him.
“Y-Yunho-yah?”
The said man turned to him. “Hmm?”
“Can you go with me to a friend’s house, maybe, tomorrow or the day after that?” Jaejoong shyly asked.
“Sure, why?”
The bookstore manager breathed in first before answering. “I want to start formally introducing you to my good friends.”
-♥-♥-♥-
They say that in writing songs, the composer’s emotions are more important than that of his imagination. Yoochun was now proving it to be true. He hasn’t written a decent song in weeks. Actually, he hasn’t written anything at all in weeks. Yoochun would spend every day in front of his piano for hours and hours on end, hoping he could come up with something. He couldn’t and he ends up hitting all the keys with his fingers in frustration. Yoochun didn’t know whether it was a bad case of writer’s block or if he was just distracted with his own thoughts, or maybe a combination of both.
Although, deep down, he knew his dilemma had something to do with his feelings for Junsu. Yoochun always thought about nothing else but the guy. He regretted not saying anything about what he felt, despite being friends with Junsu all these years. But that was the problem, they’re friends. Junsu treated him like a really good friend and Yoochun was too afraid to risk their friendship by confessing to him. He was an idiot.
And now, as Yoochun was yet again sitting hopelessly in front of his piano, he couldn’t think of anyone else but Junsu. But the man had someone else. Yoochun had seen them with his own eyes. The fact was like a knife stabbing him repeatedly in the chest. It hurt like hell but he couldn’t do anything about it.
Yoochun heaved out a sigh. “Maybe, it’s time to move on…” He said to himself. “Maybe it’s time to let go… Time to finally let go of you, Junsu.”
-♥-♥-♥-
Sex in the shower. Sex in the office. Sex in the bathroom of the office when no one else is there. Sex on his office table. Sex on the carpet of his office. Sex in his apartment. Sex in the other’s apartment. Sex on the bed. Sex on the chair. Sex by the window.
All Junsu could think about was sex. That’s why he and Siwon fucked each other like crazy every chance they had. It didn’t even matter where or when or how long or how many times a day they did it, just as long as they satisfied their lustful, carnal hunger for each other. And that hunger seemed endless as they found themselves wanting even more even after they just finished one round.
10 Ways to Choose the Wrong Person:
#8. Remember that sex is everything in a relationship. If the person has the capabilities to can fuck your brains out and make you moan and scream for more, hell, he’s the one.
“Spread your legs again for me.” Siwon whispered in Junsu’s ear as they both lay naked on the former’s bed.
Junsu feigned irritation. “A little later. I’m tired. We did it at least ten times last night.”
Siwon raised an eyebrow. “You begged me to fuck you ten times and now you’re complaining?”
“I’m not complaining.” Junsu said, placing a quick kiss on the model’s lips before continuing. “I’m just saying we need to do it later. Besides, we still need to go to work, remember?”
“Fine. But in your office again, later.” Siwon grinned naughtily.
Junsu rolled his eyes and lightly pushed Siwon out of the bed. “Just go take a shower now. And be quick, I still have to shower after you, you know.”
“We could just shower together.”
“I’m tempted.” Junsu said. “But I’m pretty sure that would take longer.”
Siwon pouted but stood up anyway. “Fine. You don’t know what you’re missing.” He joked before standing up and walking towards the bathroom.
Junsu stood up too. He took his boxers from the floor and put it on before going downstairs towards the kitchen. He fixed himself a cup of coffee then went back towards the bedroom to wait for Siwon.
Feeling a little bored, Junsu looked around. He spotted Siwon’s laptop on his study desk and immediately walked towards it. Thinking that Siwon wouldn’t really mind, Junsu went ahead and turned it on. The startup finished and Siwon’s desktop came into view. Something there caught Junsu’s eye. A folder was oddly named as “Junsu’s records”. Curious, Junsu opened the folder and saw a number of video files. He clicked on one of them and waited for it to play. A familiar room came into view and Junsu immediately recognized his office. The frame showed the side view of his desk. Siwon was sitting on his chair while he was sitting on the desk completely naked.
“You want that?” Junsu heard the line he remembered saying as he saw himself spread his legs in front of Siwon. The model licked his lips and started to remove his clothes. Junsu started to shake uncontrollably as he took his eyes off the screen. That moment was supposed to be only their moment. It was supposed to be private. He didn’t agree for it to be recorded. Hell, he didn’t even know that it was being recorded. Biting his lip, Junsu stopped the video and quickly browed through the folder. To his horror, all the videos that were there were all about him. Him dancing seductively. Him spreading his legs wide. Him begging to be fucked, moaning for more.
Angry. Sad. Betrayed. Junsu didn’t know what to feel at this moment. As his hands shook more violently and tears started rolling down his cheeks, he carried the laptop up with all the might he had left. Junsu cursed out loud. He was about to throw the laptop down when Siwon came out of the bathroom and stopped him in time.
“What are you doing?” A shocked Siwon said, quickly taking his laptop away from Junsu.
Junsu turned to him with an angry look in his eyes. “You filmed us? YOU FUCKING FILMED US!”
“Junsu, calm down!”
“I didn’t even know! FUCK! I DIDN’T KNOW! I HAD NO IDEA!” Junsu started yelling. Out of anger, he took anything he could reach for and started throwing it at Siwon. “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE TO SECRETLY FILM US?! ARE YOU THAT PERVERTED?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU NEED THOSE FOR?!”
“Jun-Junsu, stop it! Calm down!” Siwon answered, dodging the things thrown at him all the while he tried to calm Junsu down. “Let me explain.”
“HOW THE FUCK CAN I CALM DOWN?!” Junsu yelled more. “YOU ARE SICK! I DON’T NEED YOUR FUCKING EXPLANATION! YOU’RE SICK!”
Junsu ran out of strength and stopped throwing things at Siwon. The latter quickly ran towards him and hugged him. Junsu tried to but failed to get out of Siwon’s hold. He kept on crying hard and breathing heavily as he punched Siwon on the chest. His efforts were feeble though, as Junsu found no more strength left in him. He was still shaking uncontrollably from the shock of it.
“Look, Junsu, I’m sorry. I’m genuinely sorry.” Siwon said in a gentle, soothing voice. He went on to say how sorry he was for not letting Junsu know it. Saying, it was a mistake of his and that he was being selfish wanting to keep something like that.
It was all sweet talk and a part of Junsu knew it. Still, Siwon was able to pull off appearing genuinely sincere that the foolish side of Junsu believed it. The latter was able to calm himself down a little, albeit he was still shaking. Siwon laid him down on the bed and went downstairs to get him a glass of water. Minutes later, Siwon was back and he handed the glass to Junsu. Feeling exhausted, Junsu slowly took the glass and downed the contents. He was too messed up to notice in time that the water tasted funny, almost bitter.
As the moments passed, Junsu saw everything around him go round and round. His limbs felt like jelly and his head felt like a mush. He couldn’t move when he tried to. His surroundings moved faster and faster still until he couldn’t see anything clearly anymore. After that everything went black.
♦ next
Warning: R-content ahead
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Pardon the mistakes, and I don't think it even makes sense. but that could also be just me. Anyways, I forgot to ask Ting-unnie if she was still busy or not before deciding to post this and I don't think I have your new email unnie... T-T /stupid me so this chap is unbetaed T_T I will gladly edit anything and everything though...
Comments would be nice.
Plot by: still_doll_15 & jihae_shii
Pairing: elusive YOOSU, YunJae, WonSu (Siwon/Junsu)
Genre: Fluff, Romance, Angst, Drama (it srsly got more dramatic now...)
Rating: R
Length: Chaptered
Synopsis:
It all started with a simple, seemingly harmless deal but it soon turns into something more complex. Now, Kim Junsu finds himself amidst a number of eligible bachelors, trying desperately to find his match.
Will he find the one he’s looking for? Or would certain distractions keep him from seeing what is clearly in front of him?
A/N: As you guys clearly know by now, very very late updates are really my thing but, finally, here's one... if anyone still remembers this fic, that is. lol. I'm planning to finish this fic soon. Only a few more chaps to go, I think. :)
ch.22
Jaejoong blushed as he saw a beautiful bouquet of red roses in front of him. He stared at it for a few moments before slowly looking up at the guy holding them. Jaejoong felt his heart skip a beat as he met those sparkling brown eyes of one Jung Yunho.
“They’re for you.” Yunho said with a charming smile.
An adorable shade of pink crossed Jaejoong’s cheeks as he slowly took the bouquet. “T-thank you.” He shyly said as he placed the bouquet down on the counter. Jaejoong looked down, afraid that his face might be as red as he thought it would be. He thanked the heavens that Yunho came in just as he was opening the bookstore. No one else but them was there, which was good because Jaejoong imagined he would faint if ever Yunho gave him the flowers in front of a number of people.
“I was hoping they could brighten your day.” Yunho said after a few moments of silence between them.
The only response Jaejoong could give was a small nod accompanied by an almost incoherent mumble of “yes”. For some reason, he found himself as nervous as hell. He kept his gaze down, refusing to meet Yunho’s eyes again.
Thoughts of last night replayed over and over again in Jaejoong’s mind. He never cried like that in front of anyone. He never even talked to anyone about the matter. But Jaejoong hadn’t felt that comfortable with anyone before. Not until Yunho came along. There was something about the guy that made Jaejoong feel safe, even loved. After crying so hard and letting his emotions out, Jaejoong finally felt better. He knew he could now move on. All thanks to Yunho.
Jaejoong stayed in Yunho’s arms long after he had cried. It was comfortable there and it seemed that Yunho, too, was comfortable having Jaejoong in his arms. They stayed like that for hours more. And just when Jaejoong thought it couldn’t have been more perfect, Yunho leaned in and planted one straight on his lips.
The memory was still so fresh in Jaejoong’s mind that he could still feel the gentleness of the photographer’s lips against his. The feeling was elating and he could feel himself melting right then and there.
“Jaejoong-ah,” Yunho suddenly whispered close to his ear and it made the said man jump. The latter turned and unexpectedly met the former’s eyes. Jaejoong’s face was now beet red. “W-what?” The bookstore manager stuttered as he gazed at just about anywhere and everywhere except at Yunho.
The photographer chuckled, noticing how the beautiful man was blushing madly. “You were starting to space out again. I wonder what you were thinking.”
Jaejoong hitched a breath but he still refused to look at Yunho as he answered. “I, I wasn’t t-thinking about anything in p-particular.”
“Well, I was just thinking about something. You know what it is?”
“W-what?” Jaejoong answered, his eyes glued on the bouquet of flowers in front of him.
Yunho grinned. He leaned in closer towards the counter and placed his fingers on Jaejoong’s chin. The former tilted the latter’s head up slightly and quickly placed a soft kiss on those plump red lips. Jaejoong closed his eyes for a moment until he felt Yunho part away. He opened them again and finally looked at the photographer straight in the eye.
“I… I guess I’m not used to it yet.” He whispered softly.
“Used to what?” Yunho frowned a little.
“This feeling.” Jaejoong looked down again for a moment before returning his gaze back to Yunho. “I haven’t felt like this since… Well, I honestly don’t know when.”
Yunho’s smile returned. “You will be.” He said, placing his hand on Jaejoong’s cheek and caressing it. “I hope you will be used to us soon.”
Jaejoong smiled.
“I need to go.” Yunho said dejectedly. “I still have a few photo shoots to organize later on. I’ll see you soon?”
Jaejoong nodded. Yunho headed for the door but just before he had a chance to open it, Jaejoong called him.
“Y-Yunho-yah?”
The said man turned to him. “Hmm?”
“Can you go with me to a friend’s house, maybe, tomorrow or the day after that?” Jaejoong shyly asked.
“Sure, why?”
The bookstore manager breathed in first before answering. “I want to start formally introducing you to my good friends.”
-♥-♥-♥-
They say that in writing songs, the composer’s emotions are more important than that of his imagination. Yoochun was now proving it to be true. He hasn’t written a decent song in weeks. Actually, he hasn’t written anything at all in weeks. Yoochun would spend every day in front of his piano for hours and hours on end, hoping he could come up with something. He couldn’t and he ends up hitting all the keys with his fingers in frustration. Yoochun didn’t know whether it was a bad case of writer’s block or if he was just distracted with his own thoughts, or maybe a combination of both.
Although, deep down, he knew his dilemma had something to do with his feelings for Junsu. Yoochun always thought about nothing else but the guy. He regretted not saying anything about what he felt, despite being friends with Junsu all these years. But that was the problem, they’re friends. Junsu treated him like a really good friend and Yoochun was too afraid to risk their friendship by confessing to him. He was an idiot.
And now, as Yoochun was yet again sitting hopelessly in front of his piano, he couldn’t think of anyone else but Junsu. But the man had someone else. Yoochun had seen them with his own eyes. The fact was like a knife stabbing him repeatedly in the chest. It hurt like hell but he couldn’t do anything about it.
Yoochun heaved out a sigh. “Maybe, it’s time to move on…” He said to himself. “Maybe it’s time to let go… Time to finally let go of you, Junsu.”
-♥-♥-♥-
Sex in the shower. Sex in the office. Sex in the bathroom of the office when no one else is there. Sex on his office table. Sex on the carpet of his office. Sex in his apartment. Sex in the other’s apartment. Sex on the bed. Sex on the chair. Sex by the window.
All Junsu could think about was sex. That’s why he and Siwon fucked each other like crazy every chance they had. It didn’t even matter where or when or how long or how many times a day they did it, just as long as they satisfied their lustful, carnal hunger for each other. And that hunger seemed endless as they found themselves wanting even more even after they just finished one round.
10 Ways to Choose the Wrong Person:
#8. Remember that sex is everything in a relationship. If the person has the capabilities to can fuck your brains out and make you moan and scream for more, hell, he’s the one.
“Spread your legs again for me.” Siwon whispered in Junsu’s ear as they both lay naked on the former’s bed.
Junsu feigned irritation. “A little later. I’m tired. We did it at least ten times last night.”
Siwon raised an eyebrow. “You begged me to fuck you ten times and now you’re complaining?”
“I’m not complaining.” Junsu said, placing a quick kiss on the model’s lips before continuing. “I’m just saying we need to do it later. Besides, we still need to go to work, remember?”
“Fine. But in your office again, later.” Siwon grinned naughtily.
Junsu rolled his eyes and lightly pushed Siwon out of the bed. “Just go take a shower now. And be quick, I still have to shower after you, you know.”
“We could just shower together.”
“I’m tempted.” Junsu said. “But I’m pretty sure that would take longer.”
Siwon pouted but stood up anyway. “Fine. You don’t know what you’re missing.” He joked before standing up and walking towards the bathroom.
Junsu stood up too. He took his boxers from the floor and put it on before going downstairs towards the kitchen. He fixed himself a cup of coffee then went back towards the bedroom to wait for Siwon.
Feeling a little bored, Junsu looked around. He spotted Siwon’s laptop on his study desk and immediately walked towards it. Thinking that Siwon wouldn’t really mind, Junsu went ahead and turned it on. The startup finished and Siwon’s desktop came into view. Something there caught Junsu’s eye. A folder was oddly named as “Junsu’s records”. Curious, Junsu opened the folder and saw a number of video files. He clicked on one of them and waited for it to play. A familiar room came into view and Junsu immediately recognized his office. The frame showed the side view of his desk. Siwon was sitting on his chair while he was sitting on the desk completely naked.
“You want that?” Junsu heard the line he remembered saying as he saw himself spread his legs in front of Siwon. The model licked his lips and started to remove his clothes. Junsu started to shake uncontrollably as he took his eyes off the screen. That moment was supposed to be only their moment. It was supposed to be private. He didn’t agree for it to be recorded. Hell, he didn’t even know that it was being recorded. Biting his lip, Junsu stopped the video and quickly browed through the folder. To his horror, all the videos that were there were all about him. Him dancing seductively. Him spreading his legs wide. Him begging to be fucked, moaning for more.
Angry. Sad. Betrayed. Junsu didn’t know what to feel at this moment. As his hands shook more violently and tears started rolling down his cheeks, he carried the laptop up with all the might he had left. Junsu cursed out loud. He was about to throw the laptop down when Siwon came out of the bathroom and stopped him in time.
“What are you doing?” A shocked Siwon said, quickly taking his laptop away from Junsu.
Junsu turned to him with an angry look in his eyes. “You filmed us? YOU FUCKING FILMED US!”
“Junsu, calm down!”
“I didn’t even know! FUCK! I DIDN’T KNOW! I HAD NO IDEA!” Junsu started yelling. Out of anger, he took anything he could reach for and started throwing it at Siwon. “WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE TO SECRETLY FILM US?! ARE YOU THAT PERVERTED?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU NEED THOSE FOR?!”
“Jun-Junsu, stop it! Calm down!” Siwon answered, dodging the things thrown at him all the while he tried to calm Junsu down. “Let me explain.”
“HOW THE FUCK CAN I CALM DOWN?!” Junsu yelled more. “YOU ARE SICK! I DON’T NEED YOUR FUCKING EXPLANATION! YOU’RE SICK!”
Junsu ran out of strength and stopped throwing things at Siwon. The latter quickly ran towards him and hugged him. Junsu tried to but failed to get out of Siwon’s hold. He kept on crying hard and breathing heavily as he punched Siwon on the chest. His efforts were feeble though, as Junsu found no more strength left in him. He was still shaking uncontrollably from the shock of it.
“Look, Junsu, I’m sorry. I’m genuinely sorry.” Siwon said in a gentle, soothing voice. He went on to say how sorry he was for not letting Junsu know it. Saying, it was a mistake of his and that he was being selfish wanting to keep something like that.
It was all sweet talk and a part of Junsu knew it. Still, Siwon was able to pull off appearing genuinely sincere that the foolish side of Junsu believed it. The latter was able to calm himself down a little, albeit he was still shaking. Siwon laid him down on the bed and went downstairs to get him a glass of water. Minutes later, Siwon was back and he handed the glass to Junsu. Feeling exhausted, Junsu slowly took the glass and downed the contents. He was too messed up to notice in time that the water tasted funny, almost bitter.
As the moments passed, Junsu saw everything around him go round and round. His limbs felt like jelly and his head felt like a mush. He couldn’t move when he tried to. His surroundings moved faster and faster still until he couldn’t see anything clearly anymore. After that everything went black.
♦ next
Warning: R-content ahead
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Pardon the mistakes, and I don't think it even makes sense. but that could also be just me. Anyways, I forgot to ask Ting-unnie if she was still busy or not before deciding to post this and I don't think I have your new email unnie... T-T /stupid me so this chap is unbetaed T_T I will gladly edit anything and everything though...
Comments would be nice.