The Frog Prince
This is a sequel to a oneshot i wrote a while back, The Boy Who Cried Wolf... Sort off the follow up... A little angsty a little lemon-ish...
Title : The Frog Prince
Author: MEeeeEE!!! undine_vampira
Length: One-shot
Rating: R for language I guess…Hahah! I suck at rating the only rating I know is NC-17! Hahah!
Summary: A sequel to The Boy Who Cried Wolf!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dong Bang Shin Ki nor did I created them. I just borrowed them! Lol! Can’t resist the Jaeho LoVin!
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
The Frog Prince
It had been three days since our last encounter, since my cruel rejection. I sat on my bed, trying to think things over when my eyes fell upon a book perched at the edge of the night stand. A letter dropped out as I opened the book that he lent to me a couple of years ago. Curiously, I picked it up and examined the writing scribbled on it. It was his writing without a doubt. As I enfolded it, the words revealed to me drained my blood dry.
He didn’t lie to me. He loved me. All those meaningless fuck was to forget he ever loved me.
I ran all the way to his house never stopping to catch my breath, regret gnawed at me from the inside. My knuckles rapped at the wooden door brutally almost rupturing the tiny veins under my skin. And when he opened the door I was met with his cold eyes, the same look I saw him gave every girl or guy he slept with. I knew how to fix this.
“Just a kiss.”I said as I breathed heavily.
The beautiful face I used to know set into an ugly twisted sneer at my words and then he slammed the door in my face.
He had turned ugly
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For a week now, every time I stepped into the school hallway, my ear rung hot from the rumors buzzing around me. Everybody was talking about us, the school hotshots, Kim Jae Joong and Jung Yunho are no longer talking. Kim Jae Joong, the school’s Prince Charming turned into a Frog Prince, acting like a jerk around everybody who went near him. He walks into the class that day with a stick of cigarette slid between his ear, his mouth chewed relentlessly on a piece of chewing gum in a obnoxious manner. When the period ended I rounded him before he could leave, ignoring the dirty glare he shot me while we waited for everybody else to leave the class.
“Just a kiss.”I pleaded as the classroom emptied.
“Fuck off Jung Yunho.” He drawled fiercely, almost growling at me then pushed me roughly causing my back to hit a table before stalking out of the door. I watched his back as he stormed off, his movements were rough no longer soigné and elegant.
I didn’t know this boy anymore.
He had turned ugly
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I was on my way to my part time job when I spotted him around the corner, sheltered from prying eyes. His hand closed tightly on the boy’s wrist, pushing him away from his body with brute force. I gasped as I saw the boy’s face twisted into mild anguish, his eyes, red from the rejection. “But I love you.” The boy cried. Jae Joong only stared at him coldly, nonchalantly and sniggered. “So if I say I love you back, you’ll let me fuck you?” The boy gasped and he sniggered again. “I thought so.”
“Love doesn’t exist. It is all a game.” He continued loud enough for me to hear, throwing my words back at me. He narrowed his eyes at me as I approached them. I could only bit my lips at the harsh words uttered by the lips that once cooed and whispered gentle words at me.
“Just a kiss.” I requested standing between him and the boy. My hands flanked on either side of his head, trapping him to prevent him from escaping again. His once coy sweet smile lost behind this ugly smug he wears on his face, mocking and resentment filled.
“Why? So you can play along in my game?” He asked acidly and caused me to winch, his voice used to be so soothing in my ear, now eating into me.
He had turned ugly
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I went to his house again that night, this time I was greeted by his mother instead. She smiled sweetly and offered me in and told me she was just about to leave the house and asked me to go straight up to his room upstairs. So I did without hesitation just like I have done countless times before.
He was perched on the bed as I entered; his smooth back faced towards me, backing the door. I could hear small sniffles coming from him and I knew instantly he was crying. Slim body shook ever so slightly with every intake of breath; shoulders heaved and fell in the midst of small sobs.
He hastily wiped away his tears when I cleared my throat audibly to get his attention.
“What are you doing here? Get out.” He snarled loathingly as he got up from the bed to face me with a grotesque frown. He was still as beautiful as ever but there was something on his feature that marred him like darkened soul. So ugly he became.
The letter I found weeks ago clutched tight in my hand when I advanced towards him and he backed away as if afraid I would hurt him, maybe not physically. His eyes were red from crying and he stared at me coldly.
“Just a kiss.” I pleaded as I neared him, keeping the desperation off my voice.
“Fuck off.” He yelled loudly moving backwards.
“Just a kiss.” I begged again, taking a few steps towards him.
“Fuck off.” He said firmly this time with a little hesitation wavered in his eyes. His back hit the window and my body pressed into his fully, no longer the lithe body I could imagine will writhe and twist with pleasure under me. This one was stiff and abhorrent.
“Just a kiss.” I whispered in his ear this time and I could feel him went rigid. I saw his eyes flickered to the letter in clutched on my side and a slight pain scudded by his angry face.
And then I leaned in, catching his moist lips between mine and sucked it as if trying to suck his life into me. Under me I felt him grasping the shirt on my side roughly in attempt to fight me of him and then he stopped as my tongue entered past his lips and caressed his smooth palate. I felt him transforming under me, the hands on my side grips on me fervently no longer rough, and his body writhed under me, returning back the kiss in fervor. The mouth that uttered execration and malicious words whimpered sensually as I caressed his back. His lips were soft, drawing the desire out of me.
“I love you too, Kim Jae Joong.” I whispered against his lips and watched his coy sweet smile returning to his face and we began kissing again.
That night I was on top of him… While he mewled…
Around him… While he moaned…
And finally inside him… while he screamed…
Teasing him a little harder, a little slower, a little faster and a little deeper…
In our own little game…
With just a kiss I had transformed the once ugly frog into a beautiful prince…
My frog prince…
Just a kiss…
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I personal prefer The Boy Who Cried Wolf better... :P although it was rather cruel of Yunho to walk out of Jae joong like that... I don't know... Tell me what you think of this... Please leave a comment... *grins like a lunatic* ^________________________________________^
Title : The Frog Prince
Author: MEeeeEE!!! undine_vampira
Length: One-shot
Rating: R for language I guess…Hahah! I suck at rating the only rating I know is NC-17! Hahah!
Summary: A sequel to The Boy Who Cried Wolf!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dong Bang Shin Ki nor did I created them. I just borrowed them! Lol! Can’t resist the Jaeho LoVin!
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
The Frog Prince
It had been three days since our last encounter, since my cruel rejection. I sat on my bed, trying to think things over when my eyes fell upon a book perched at the edge of the night stand. A letter dropped out as I opened the book that he lent to me a couple of years ago. Curiously, I picked it up and examined the writing scribbled on it. It was his writing without a doubt. As I enfolded it, the words revealed to me drained my blood dry.
He didn’t lie to me. He loved me. All those meaningless fuck was to forget he ever loved me.
I ran all the way to his house never stopping to catch my breath, regret gnawed at me from the inside. My knuckles rapped at the wooden door brutally almost rupturing the tiny veins under my skin. And when he opened the door I was met with his cold eyes, the same look I saw him gave every girl or guy he slept with. I knew how to fix this.
“Just a kiss.”I said as I breathed heavily.
The beautiful face I used to know set into an ugly twisted sneer at my words and then he slammed the door in my face.
He had turned ugly
-------------------------------
For a week now, every time I stepped into the school hallway, my ear rung hot from the rumors buzzing around me. Everybody was talking about us, the school hotshots, Kim Jae Joong and Jung Yunho are no longer talking. Kim Jae Joong, the school’s Prince Charming turned into a Frog Prince, acting like a jerk around everybody who went near him. He walks into the class that day with a stick of cigarette slid between his ear, his mouth chewed relentlessly on a piece of chewing gum in a obnoxious manner. When the period ended I rounded him before he could leave, ignoring the dirty glare he shot me while we waited for everybody else to leave the class.
“Just a kiss.”I pleaded as the classroom emptied.
“Fuck off Jung Yunho.” He drawled fiercely, almost growling at me then pushed me roughly causing my back to hit a table before stalking out of the door. I watched his back as he stormed off, his movements were rough no longer soigné and elegant.
I didn’t know this boy anymore.
He had turned ugly
-----------------------
I was on my way to my part time job when I spotted him around the corner, sheltered from prying eyes. His hand closed tightly on the boy’s wrist, pushing him away from his body with brute force. I gasped as I saw the boy’s face twisted into mild anguish, his eyes, red from the rejection. “But I love you.” The boy cried. Jae Joong only stared at him coldly, nonchalantly and sniggered. “So if I say I love you back, you’ll let me fuck you?” The boy gasped and he sniggered again. “I thought so.”
“Love doesn’t exist. It is all a game.” He continued loud enough for me to hear, throwing my words back at me. He narrowed his eyes at me as I approached them. I could only bit my lips at the harsh words uttered by the lips that once cooed and whispered gentle words at me.
“Just a kiss.” I requested standing between him and the boy. My hands flanked on either side of his head, trapping him to prevent him from escaping again. His once coy sweet smile lost behind this ugly smug he wears on his face, mocking and resentment filled.
“Why? So you can play along in my game?” He asked acidly and caused me to winch, his voice used to be so soothing in my ear, now eating into me.
He had turned ugly
-----------------------
I went to his house again that night, this time I was greeted by his mother instead. She smiled sweetly and offered me in and told me she was just about to leave the house and asked me to go straight up to his room upstairs. So I did without hesitation just like I have done countless times before.
He was perched on the bed as I entered; his smooth back faced towards me, backing the door. I could hear small sniffles coming from him and I knew instantly he was crying. Slim body shook ever so slightly with every intake of breath; shoulders heaved and fell in the midst of small sobs.
He hastily wiped away his tears when I cleared my throat audibly to get his attention.
“What are you doing here? Get out.” He snarled loathingly as he got up from the bed to face me with a grotesque frown. He was still as beautiful as ever but there was something on his feature that marred him like darkened soul. So ugly he became.
The letter I found weeks ago clutched tight in my hand when I advanced towards him and he backed away as if afraid I would hurt him, maybe not physically. His eyes were red from crying and he stared at me coldly.
“Just a kiss.” I pleaded as I neared him, keeping the desperation off my voice.
“Fuck off.” He yelled loudly moving backwards.
“Just a kiss.” I begged again, taking a few steps towards him.
“Fuck off.” He said firmly this time with a little hesitation wavered in his eyes. His back hit the window and my body pressed into his fully, no longer the lithe body I could imagine will writhe and twist with pleasure under me. This one was stiff and abhorrent.
“Just a kiss.” I whispered in his ear this time and I could feel him went rigid. I saw his eyes flickered to the letter in clutched on my side and a slight pain scudded by his angry face.
And then I leaned in, catching his moist lips between mine and sucked it as if trying to suck his life into me. Under me I felt him grasping the shirt on my side roughly in attempt to fight me of him and then he stopped as my tongue entered past his lips and caressed his smooth palate. I felt him transforming under me, the hands on my side grips on me fervently no longer rough, and his body writhed under me, returning back the kiss in fervor. The mouth that uttered execration and malicious words whimpered sensually as I caressed his back. His lips were soft, drawing the desire out of me.
“I love you too, Kim Jae Joong.” I whispered against his lips and watched his coy sweet smile returning to his face and we began kissing again.
That night I was on top of him… While he mewled…
Around him… While he moaned…
And finally inside him… while he screamed…
Teasing him a little harder, a little slower, a little faster and a little deeper…
In our own little game…
With just a kiss I had transformed the once ugly frog into a beautiful prince…
My frog prince…
Just a kiss…
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I personal prefer The Boy Who Cried Wolf better... :P although it was rather cruel of Yunho to walk out of Jae joong like that... I don't know... Tell me what you think of this... Please leave a comment... *grins like a lunatic* ^________________________________________^