The Dong Bang Club - 1/4
Title: The Dong Bang Club
Pairings: HoJae (side spice of SuYoo)
Rating: PG-13-ish (for now)
Genre: Life? Romance...sorta.
Length: 1/4
Summary: A delinquent, a nerd, a soccer player, a pretty boy, and emo boy all in one Saturday detention together for 7 hours. None of them knew that one Saturday would change them in ways they never thought they would be. (Cheesy, stupid summary but I really don't know what to say this time)
Author’s Notes: Based on the old movie, The Breakfast Club, DBSK Version! For those who haven’t watched it, too bad, I love that movie. But you don’t need to have watched it to enjoy the story…I would think. It’s not the exact same obviously, the two girls are replaced with the guys and situations are a bit "different" and…yeah, just read, please <3
You might like it, you never know~ n_n
Problem is, it's of course un-beta-ed and messy....I'M SORRY!!!!!!! ToT
CHAPTER ONE
The day was sunny and bright, a perfect Saturday to be playing ball with friends or grilling with the family. The insects buzzed noisily across the football field of the poorly painted high school walls. It didn’t have the best records in appearance. In fact, the school didn’t have any good records in anything, not grade points, nor any kind of fundraising or anything voluntary for the society. The neighborhoods surrounding the high school weren’t at the highest class either. Nothing ever seemed to be very productive. Drug dealers were commonplace in the rundown buildings in the west part of town. Not many dared to venture that direction unless they lived there.
The only thing that the school had going for it was its soccer players. They definitely weren’t the best but their games were the only event that brought the town together as one for one common pleasure. Rather than being the best of the best in the sport, the soccer players’ purpose was to unite the town. That was most important.
It was hot but the cold breeze left over from the autumn season still blew the orange leaves across the school’s abandoned cracked driveway that Saturday morning. A car’s tires interrupted the leaves’ path, scattering them violently to the wind as the vehicle stopped in front of the school’s front office with a screech.
“Why did I have to have a son that gets detention?” A high voice yelled.
“But Mother, this is my first one…” Came a quiet voice in retort.
“Once is too much!”
“I told you it wasn’t me.”
“I don’t care anymore, visual study while you’re here. I’ll expect you not waste these 7 precious hours you could be using productively!”
“…Yes, Mother”
The boy adjusted his glasses nervously, getting out of the vehicle. Just as he turned around to wave good bye, the car had already veered from the driveway. With a sigh, he lifted the heavy backpack to his shoulders and headed toward the office. The short-haired brunette had heard from other students that the detention’s teacher didn’t allow studying which had shocked the boy. Especially when he’d told his mother…it was not pretty. She threw the backpack full of textbooks at him anyway.
He was a straight “A” student, no “B”s in sight. He was told to be the perfect student everyday from his mother’s lips. She placed him in several extracurricular classes and clubs; Advanced Chemistry, AP Literature, Piano, and Advanced Calculus. She would not have him simply become a member either; he had to be the President of the Science Club and the Vice President of the Chess Club too. Because of this, he was easily classified as a nerd and didn’t have any real friends. The closest he’s ever come to friendship was his lab partner until he found out that she was only mooching off him for a good grade. Sometimes the boy wondered if he should be doing so much in high school like this but he did what his mother said.
The boy read a note posted on the locked office doors; “DETENTION IN THE GYM.”
Just as he turned to head to the side building where the gym was, he spotted a rundown sedan stopping in the driveway where he’d arrived. A boy in black skinny pants, chains, and a dark hoodie got out of the sedan. Seconds after closing the door, the car was gone as quickly as it had come. The hood and black bangs covered the person’s face completely as he headed up the stairs to the office toward the other boy as well.
Reaching out his hand and adjusting his glasses, he said, “Hello, my name is Changmin. Are you here for detention as well?”
Changmin’s handshake was ignored as the other completely bypassed it to the office door, read the note, and quickly started for the gym. His head never even lifted itself from looking at the cement, only his eyes peered from behind his hair. His black fingernails pushed into the skinny jeans and Changmin caught a glimce of the black eyeliner artfully done around those myterious eyes.
“…Okay…nice to meet you too.” Changmin picked up his heavy bag and scooted after the hooded figure.
Nearing the gym’s large double doors, Changmin could hear in the distance two more vehicles coming in before he followed the dark figure into the gym. Sitting on the bottom bleacher seat, he watched the other male climb to the near top yet not all the way, a few levels down.
At the moment, the gym doors opened again with the two people who came from the cars Changmin had heard a second ago. One boy had a soccer team jacket on, holding a soccer ball under one armpit, and chewing some gum rather heavily. The other person wore tight jeans with a purple, V-cut shirt with a black mini vest on top. His face caught Changmin’s attention just because it was so pretty, skin so clean, like a girl. Just before Changmin could bring himself to look away, their eyes met.
“What are you looking at?” Came the male’s bark.
“N-Nothing” Changmin stuttered, started by the person’s voice. It matched his face perfectly.
The two took their seats on the bleachers, more in the middle between the other two.
An awkward silence hung heavily over head, only hearing the gum of the soccer player smack. But it didn’t last long when they all heard scuffling outside with strained voices. The next thing they knew, two figures crashed through the double doors. From the look of it, it was their teacher for detention grappling another student around the neck, forcing him through the doors.
“Get the fuck off me!” Yelled the student in leather boots, torn jeans, and a black t-shirt that said FUCK OFF.
The teacher pushed him down to the bleachers but not before grabbing hold of the student’s pocket chain designed to look like bullets and yanking it off.
“This is not allowed and you know it” Sneered the older man, “Now sit your ass down, Yunho!”
“Fuck you, old man.” Growled Yunho, climbing the bleachers to the very top, steal toe boots banging the plastic material loudly.
“You’re here enough to know the rules, so shut it.”
Yunho sat back against the wall, spread his legs, and flicked the teacher off.
“I will be your detention baby-sitter, Mr. Lee. Don’t forget the Mr., it’s a sign of respect and you will all respect me. Now that we’re all here, roll call - Changmin?”
“Here, Sir” Changmin said.
“I didn’t say talk! Raise your hand only.” Lee barked. Changmin jumped nervously and said no more.
“Junsu?” The soccer player raised his hand while the other rolled the ball around in circles on the bleachers.
“Jaejoong?” The pretty boy raised his hand.
“Yoochun?”
Silence.
Lee looked up from his clipboard, “I know this dumbass is Yunho so that only leaves you up top. Why aren’t you answering?”
Yoochun still said nothing, his hood lowering even more as he leaned farther back with his arms crossed as if sleeping.
“Whatever, you’re all here, good. Now my rules are simple, listen up! Number one, no talking! Two, no leaving your seat unless told to! Number three, no sleeping! And the most important of all, you are not to do anything, nothing at all except writing this essay for these 7 amazing hours that you have to waste here with me.”
He began tossing paper and pens out, “You are to answer this prompt: Who do you think you are and how can you fix yourselves to become a useful member of society.”
Changmin raised his hand quickly.
“What?” Lee huffed.
Changmin didn’t say anything.
“Speak!”
The boy adjusted his glasses nervously, “You said not to talk so…”
“Nevermind, what’s your question?” The teacher nearly yelled.
“How many paragraphs, pages, and do you want us to use grammatical relevancy in each----?” Changmin was cut off before you could continue his ramble.
“I don’t give a shit how long it is and you’re in high school, figure it out!”
The poor boy wasn’t used to such a crude teacher, was pretty sure it wasn’t allowed but nothing could be done right then. Lee placed his face close down to Changmin’s eye level since he was on the bottom bleacher, scaring the shit out of the boy.
“And I said to do nothing else, so that giant backpack of yours is mine until detention is over.” He grabbed it and held it at his side. “I will be in my office right back there,” He pointed to a side door at the far end of the gym, “So don’t do anything funny while I do my paperwork, got it?”
“Yeah yeah, so leave already, asshole” Yunho kicked the bleacher below him.
“And you watch it, Yunho! I won’t tolerate your shit just because you practically live in detention!”
“Yeah? You love me being here to brighten your mood. You know, from that stick in your ass.” Yunho laughed.
“Keep it up. I’ll have you here until I retire.” Lee said and headed back to his office, having a little trouble carrying Changmin’s heavy load.
Junsu and Jaejoong scooted closer to each other and started whispering while Changmin and Yoochun sat silent. Two different silences; one was dark and felt like a looming aura, the other shaky and uncertain. Seconds went by after Lee left before Yunho decided to break the silence.
“So, what are you guys in for?” Yunho asked as if it were the most common thing in the world to be there. Everyone ignored him, for one reason or another. Changmin had already begun his essay.
“What, you too good to talk to me?” He sneered.
Changmin was just too scared to say anything plus he had no experience talking to people other than his family, teachers, and fellow nerds. He merely kept his head over his sheets of paper. Yunho took his arms and legs and scooted bleacher level after level to hover toward the closest person, Yoochun’s silent figure.
“You? Yo, anyone in there!” Yunho poked roughly at the hooded head. Besides a few swooshing sounds from his hair, Yoochun said nothing.
“You got any cuts on your wrists, Emo boy?” Yunho asked joyfully, almost excited as he grabbed Yoochun’s arm. Pushing away the black wristband and chains, the skin showed youthful and clean. Yoochun yanked his arm back and skid over and up to the top of the bleachers, away from everyone else.
“Man, I thought I’d see some cool, bloody slices. Boring.” Yunho scratched his head lazily. He targeted his next victim to annoy, bypassing the two in the middle; he danced heavily down to the bottom where Changmin was sitting and diligently writing away on his paper. Yunho yanked it from his hands in mid pencil stroke, despite the protest from the young boy. Yunho skimmed over the near half page already and smirked.
“So of course, we have ourselves a cute little nerd with us today. What’s your name?”
“Ch-Changmin…”
“Changmin…sounds like a chicken’s name. So Changmin, did Mommy fix your lunch this morning? Got anything good for me?” Yunho peered around the boy curiously.
“Mr. Lee took my backpack…my lunch is in there…” Changmin pointed shakily to the back door.
“Fuck, whatever.” Yunho ended before he whipped his head around toward the two in the middle who’d stopped conversing to speculate over the bully.
Yunho’s eyes passed over Junsu and landed like a predator on Jaejoong’s dark, pretty eyes. A dark smile crossed the delinquent’s face as he took in Jaejoong’s smooth skin, full lips, and silky black tresses. Having bullied nearly the entire school, it was a surprise to Yunho that he’d never seen this one before. It definitely would have been a face he wouldn’t forget. A beauty that rivaled, shit, nearly knocked a female model’s face off its winner pedestal was insane.
Jaejoong soon found himself face to face with that dark, handsome face. His breath sped up from the close proximity and his arm hairs stood on end with fear. It was an irrational fear, Jaejoong didn’t know why his stomach tightened and his hearts sped up too. But those narrow, black eyes, pierced eyebrow, and pierced lip held a dangerous aura as they loomed over Jaejoong’s face, so close that hot breath smelling of cigarette smoke burned his cheeks.
“First time I’ve seen such a babe in detention.” Yunho sat himself between Junsu and Jaejoong, shoving the other aside.
“Hey watch it!” Junsu protested. Yunho ignored the soccer player.
“Leave me alone. I’m a guy” Jaejoong’s face distorted in disgust, after he got over a little bit of the fear. This guy is just another classmate one way or another.
“No one ever said that a hot piece of ass had to be a women” Yunho’s tongue played at the side of his mouth seductively.
“Now that’s enough!” Junsu shoved Yunho a level down the bleachers, leaving Jaejoong shaken. Changmin had long dropped his paper to the side to watch the show. Yoochun even lifted his hood high enough to peek out from under his bangs.
“What, Mr. All Star Player your boyfriend?” Yunho laughed, getting himself steady again.
“I’m not gay!” Jaejoong hissed, sneaking glances at the back door for the teacher.
“Could’ve fooled me…” Yunho gave Jaejoong a lick to the cheek before he backed off from the glaring Junsu. Jaejoong inhaled sharply in surprise and shock. Changmin gasped too along with Junsu. He grabbed the front of Yunho’s t-shirt, ripping the material of the painted words.
“Keep your distance, you punk!” Junsu growled. Yunho put his hands in the air like he was under arrest, laughing.
“You guys…Mr. Lee might come out and see…this…”
The two of the hot-heads turn down to the boy and yelled simultaneously “Shut up!”
Jaejoong took the opportunity to get between the two to shove them apart, “Quit it, you two!”
The next thing they heard was loud laughter from above them all. They were surprised by the sudden new voice they’d never heard before from the dark figure. Before anything else happened, Lee flung the heavy metal door open with a yell, “Why the hell are you guys talking? Yunho, get back to your spot!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir. I was just heading to your office to ask if I could use the little boy’s room.” Yunho stood, exaggerating a bow, with his fingerless, leather gloved hand holding his chest in mock courtesy.
“By the locker room down the hall, be back in 4 minutes.” Lee sighed.
Yunho jumped down the rest of the levels and started walking slowly toward the doors just to piss the teacher off.
“I mean it. I’m counting, right now!”
“Yeah yeah yeah”
And he was gone through the double doors. They could hear lockers banging open and closed all the way down the hall.
“Completely no respect, that punk” Lee grumbled to himself. He stood in front of the bleachers like a statue, simply staring at the remaining four, as if trying to find something, anything wrong that he could yell at them about. His eyes finally landed on Jaejoong.
“What’s wrong? Why’s your face so red?” Lee observed the red flush to Jaejoong’s cheeks that had been milky white earlier. Jaejoong blushed even more, now realizing what his face heated up to be. His hands covered his cheeks in embarrassment while Junsu stared. Since Yoochun’s outburst, his face was gradually seeing the light. His hood was still in place but his hair had been moved to the side so one eye could be seen clearly.
“Anyway, one of you come tell me in 2 more minutes if that punk is back or not, got it?”
“Yes sir,” Changmin voiced. Lee looked down as if he forgot the boy was even there, right in front of him.
“You do that.” The teacher said last before he retreated back to his office.
Jaejoong had finally calmed himself down enough to turn back to his normal color despite Junsu’s suspicious stares. Junsu let it go and looked up toward the new voice among them.
“So, you can speak. Anything else you can do?” Junsu joked.
Yoochun’s one eye looked away but answered flatly, “Drink.”
Jaejoong smiled, letting out a chuckle, “Not the best, but it’s something.”
The boy at the bottom widened his eyes, “Oh my god, you got him to talk!”
“I guess I’m special.” Junsu laughed. Jaejoong gave him a light punch to the leg since he was one level down.
“Hey hey, that’s my kicking leg” The player smiled.
“Yeah, I’ve seen you during the games, you’re good. You going pro?” Jaejoong asked lightly.
The conversation was almost pleasant, the atmosphere almost friendly. Junsu’s mood wasn’t as shiny as 3 seconds ago when Changmin cut in.
“Um you guys, Yunho’s not back yet…it’s nearing the time limit.” Changmin said uncertainly, fidgeting with his glasses.
“So? Go tell Mr. Soo Lee that he’s not back yet.” Junsu replied, annoyed at the mention of the name. Changmin didn’t seem to want to move from his spot. Yoochun was observing Junsu’s annoyance with a small curve of lips. Junsu sensed his eyes and looked up at them in return. They quickly hid back behind those dark bangs, fingers playing with the silver skulls on his chains. Junsu smirked and couldn’t help but think how good those lips looked, since they were really the only thing he could see underneath the hood and black.
“Don’t worry, what was it - Changmin? I’ll go tell him.”Jaejoong smiled, giving the boy a little comfort.
The male hopped down the bleachers and headed to the far end of the gym where the office door hid beside the tall height. The bleacher’s railing loomed high, casting its shadow darkly over the office door in the gym corner. Since it was a gym office, there was no window in fear of a random ball shattering the glass, only metal painted red as the school’s color.
Jaejoong knocked three times on that cold metal before he slipped inside to see Lee at his messy old desk. Papers were piled in mounds and folders scattered in front of him as he looked behind to acknowledge Jaejoong’s presence.
“Is that dumbass back yet?” Grumbled Lee, grabbing for a dark green folder on a nearby shelf.
“Yes, unfortunately…” Jaejoong’s eyes widened at his own lie. But before Lee completely turned around, he hid that surprise from his face.
“Fine, get back to your place.” Lee stared a bit suspiciously at Jaejoong’s change of demeanor he’d thought he’d seen for a split second a few moments longer before he turned back to his paperwork. Jaejoong stepped out of the office quickly before his expression betrayed him.
“Why did I say that?” Jaejoong drilled his brain for an explanation but nothing came. He didn’t know Yunho, didn’t like him, nor cared if he got into trouble. He could do that best on his own anyway, then why? Questions were flying through his mind in that shadow behind the bleachers when leather hands grabbed him, shoving him into the poles underneath all the metal and red plastic. Another gloved hand covered his gapping mouth.
“Heard everything, this is quite interesting.” Yunho spoke low and dangerous. His eyes were all for Jaejoong’s wide ones. The cigarette smell invaded his nostrils, disgusting him yet an excitement burned in his stomach. Yunho took his hand away to let Jaejoong breathe properly but kept it close in case the other decided to yell.
“Let me go.” Jaejoong avoided the topic, head turned away from Yunho’s piercing, black eyes.
“Why would I go and do that now? I think I like this.” Yunho pressed himself tightly against Jaejoong’s front and grabbing his ass against the cold metal poles. The pretty boy let out a yelp of surprise, face growing red involuntarily. Yunho covered his mouth just in time, smiling all the way.
Jaejoong pushed at Yunho’s strong chest to get away or at least get some distance between their chests and…other parts. It wasn’t working so well. Jaejoong had lean muscles naturally but Yunho possessed muscles most likely gained from working out, creating a pressing matter for the shorter male. Grinding happily against the other, Yunho soon found himself with a most delicious discovery.
“If I’m not mistaken, I think you’re hard. Not gay, huh?” Yunho chuckled quietly; mouth hovering so very close to Jaejoong’s panting lips. Jaejoong couldn’t think. The pleasure warmed his insides and he found himself leaning into those hot lips that kept themselves just far enough from his.
“Hmph.” Yunho sounded, completely releasing Jaejoong from his pleasurable cage. Jaejoong fell a few steps forward before catching himself on shaky legs. Burning red in the face in shame, he ran through the doors to the bathroom without a word.
Yunho laughed. Popping his head into the office, he said, “Yo, pretty boy went to the bathroom, said he couldn’t wait.”
Lee replied, “Fine, but your time is up for the bathroom at least for three hours. Get back to your seat!” Yunho had long closed the door in his face and got back to the bleachers.
He found Junsu at the top next to Yoochun and Changmin still sat obediently in his place at the bottom. If he was told by a teacher not to move, he would not move. But he did seem lonely sitting there on his own, not that Yunho cared. He ran up the levels and plopped himself down in the corner and lit a cigarette. Changmin looked mortified but said nothing.
“Where’d Jaejoong go?” Junsu asked with narrow eyes.
Puffing a few times, “Where do you think?”
“Can’t give a straight answer, of course, my bad for asking.” Junsu rolled his eyes.
Yoochun lifted his head and said to the soccer player, “Bathroom…probably.”
Yunho observed Yoochun’s speaking, more than one word, a little. Puffing some more, he laughed again. Gaining everyone's attention with the cruelty coming from his throat, Yunho lean forward.
“What have we got here! Seems like Emo Boy is getting a little friendly with the idiot. Ain’t they sweet? Guess you’re the gay ones, never would have thought a soccer player.” Yunho jeered. Junsu scowled, his fist tightened in anger. Another voice came between the two again.
“C-Can you please put out that cigarette…I don’t want to get in trouble…” Changmin asked pathetically from the bottom.
Just when Yunho got to his feet to go down to the other to scare the shit out of him again, Jaejoong came from around the corner of the bleachers. His face was still red but Yunho smiled secretly when he saw that the erection was gone.
“Took care of some business, haven’t we?” Yunho sat back down, happy as can be.
Jaejoong’s glare said plain as day to not tell anyone what he did. Yunho’s silent reply was dark and Jaejoong could tell that he could easily blackmail him with it. His chest tightened, angry, upset, and strangely excited which brought him shame. He was disgusted with himself. In such a short amount of time with the simplest of means, Yunho had beaten him.
“I even tried to kiss him, fuck!” Jaejoong beat himself mentally as he took a seat next to Changmin. He just wanted to be as far away from that punk as possible thus the bottom level with Changmin was best though he had been enjoying talking to Junsu. It didn’t go unnoticed that Junsu was now next to Yoochun and the dark figure scooted a bit away from Junsu shyly. Jaejoong spared a small smile at it. A smile that did not last for long when he met the eyes of Yunho, eyes that said he was prey and it would be all too fun, all too easy to catch him.
“Five more hours, five more hours, five more hours…” Jaejoong chanted to himself, hands together in prayer. Changmin looked at him strangely before getting back to his essay.
Yunho thought to himself, “This just might be the best detention I’ve ever had.”
His tongue played over his lip piercing. Metal met metal as the ball on his tongue clicked against the ball on his bottom lip.
Smiles all around…
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A/N2: Believe it or not, I have a neat plan for this story <3
And yes, that jerk of a teacher IS Lee Soo Man; SM's President.