uncommitted (1/?)
Title: Uncommitted
Pairing(s): JunXia, JaeChun, past!YunJae
Rating: R
Length: Chaptered
Disclaimer: The boys are not mine to own, unfortunately.
Warning(s): au, language, completely ooc, alternating character povs, overuse of the phrase “oh my god,” unbeta-ed, possible unfaithfulness
Summary: Xia is consumed with guilt after his fiancée commits suicide. He finds himself spiraling into a cold-hearted player, sleeping around with easy women and unintentionally breaking their hearts in the process. But one night, he meets Junsu. Awkward, shameless, country-bumpkin Junsu. The eccentric man is an enigma - different from any other person Xia has ever come across. With passing time, can Junsu help Xia heal from his loss and move on from his uncommitted life?
a/n: I initially imagined Junsu and Xia being in character, but yeah - no. Somehow, I ended up making them very different people. I apologize for any English errors I’ve made in this fic. And, as warned above, this is unbetaed - if anyone is willing to assist me by taking the role of a beta for this first chapter, I would greatly appreciate it. ☺
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C H A P T E R ONE
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“Found any potential fucks yet?”
“Not tonight.”
Yoochun rolls his eyes.
“You’re such a picky whore,” he comments.
Xia snorts, glancing at his best friend and long-time business partner with an amused quirk of the lips. “Might I remind you that you’re no better than me?”
“Hey! At least I’m steady with my girls. You’re the lady killer who goes looking for one-night stands in all the wrong places,” retorts Yoochun. “Remember Stefanie? Or Nicole?”
Xia scowls. His gaze wanders back to the packed dance floor of the busy nightclub. “I don’t want to discuss this.”
Although his low mutter doesn’t quite break through the club’s noisy beats, Yoochun seems to understand Xia’s reluctance. They lapse into a gap of uneasy silence.
“I’ll take a look around,” interrupts Xia.
Yoochun stands from his seat and grips Xia’s shoulder. He leans closer to the other man, expression firm. “It’s been four years already; how many people are you going to fuck with until you stop?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” snaps Xia, pushing away from the brunette’s clutch. “I suggest you do your job and make sure the club is operating smoothly, Yoochun.”
“You’re not the only one who lost Jihyo, you know.”
Xia chooses to ignore Yoochun, disappearing into the throng of jostling dancers.
♫
“Another drink! Another drink!” shouts Jaejoong, giddily.
He slumps against the bar counter, nearly falling off his stool in his drunken state. Junsu, who barely arrives inside the club, rushes to steady Jaejoong. He clucks his tongue with annoyance, resisting the urge to slap the back of Jaejoong’s head unto kingdom come.
“Is this your friend?” asks a close-by bartender.
Junsu sighs.
“Unfortunately,” he replies.
The bartender chuckles. “It’s about time you arrived. Your boy’s been scaring off my customers.”
Junsu bows in apology, “Mianehhamnida; thank you for looking after him.”
The man grins and waves Junsu away flippantly.
“C’mon, hyung. You’ve had enough,” declares Junsu. He seizes the empty glass from Jaejoong’s hand and places it on the marble counter. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”
Jaejoong hiccups, glancing at Junsu blearily. “Where’s my drink?”
“No more drinking for you,” responds Junsu. He slides an arm around Jaejoong’s waist but is abruptly shoved off. Before Junsu can get his grip on Jaejoong again, the older man proceeds to make a truly terrifying, pitiful shrieking noise.
“NO! YOU CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE FROM ME! You’re like fucking Jung Yunho! Fucking, hic, bastard! FUCK YOU, YUNHO! I DON’T FUCKING NEED YOU!”
Patrons nearby turn to locate the source of the screaming. Even Mr. Bartender, who’d been studiously wiping glass cups, is watching Jaejoong with unconcealed amusement.
“Oh my god, Jaejoong,” yelps Junsu, flushing red at the sudden attention Jaejoong brings to them. “Shut up!”
“Why aren’t I beautiful, Junsu?! Why?!” wails Jaejoong, latching his arms around Junsu.
“If you come with me, I promise I’ll make you a pretty princess, okay? You’ll be covered in fucking sparkly glitter and kawaii shit. Just work with me here,” pleads Junsu.
When Jaejoong finally musters the strength to stand up, Junsu immediately clutches the deadweight of Jaejoong’s body with a relieved grunt. He begins his awkward stumble through the small crowd neighboring them using what little muscles he possesses.
His eyes widen in terror when he notices the club owner approaching them at a brisk pace.
“This can not be happening,” moans Junsu in despair. He considers dropping Jaejoong onto the floor and making a sprint for it. He can't. This is not how he imagined his first confrontation with Xia.
Oh, yes, he knows all about Xia. Well, the man’s physique, really. It probably shouldn’t sound as pervy as it appears but it honestly is perverted much to Junsu’s disgrace.
The two have chanced by each other on several occasions during their weekly jogs in the local community park. Junsu has, admittedly, had his fair share of ogling Xia’s godly ass from running behind the guy. He virtually stalks him to get sneaky glimpses of the man's lithe and built figure running ten miles through the park.
Nonetheless, he’s fairly sure Xia won’t recognize him, right? Right? After all, it’s not like they had ever actually seen each other face to face.
“What’s going on here?”
Annnnnd now it’s too late to escape.
Junsu squeaks.
He can’t help but blatantly stare at Xia despite his embarrassment.
He flushes when Xia catches him gaping at the tan sliver of skin peeking from his divulging blazer. Junsu swallows the sudden lump in his throat and forces himself to trail his gaze up to Xia’s glower, which, truthfully, isn’t helping much with his libido, either. All he can perceive now is how gorgeous Xia’s jawline is. And those lips. Those fucking lips pressing chaste kisses against his skin. Tracing down and down until-
Junsu mentally slaps himself.
No! No hot men for you, Junsu!
Xia raises a questioning brow at Junsu’s behavior. Then, recognition seems to sink in - to Junsu's horror. “You seem familiar. Have we met before?”
Junsu commences an awkward, flailing dance. “NO!”
If it's physically possible, Junsu’s quite sure his cheeks have literally caught on fire. He’s drowning in the heat of his humiliation. In fact, he’s probably looking like Nicolas Cage from Ghost Rider - only, without the abs. He’s just a flaming skull in his shabby sweats. Dying. Inside.
Junsu clears his throat.
“I- We- I mean, this is my first, uh, time meeting you. Yeahhh. I should- I should go. My friend here is… He’s…”
He peers down at the limp body in his arms. “He’s very drunk.”
Xia observes the intoxicated friend, his expression stony.
“I can see that. Will you be able to handle him?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. I just need to, ah…” Junsu adjusts his grasp on Jaejoong, causing the older man to whine pathetically. Once he's holding Jaejoong properly, he bows his head at Xia, not trusting himself to look up. “I’m really sorry about the trouble, Xi-ahem… mister. I promise this won’t happen again.”
The club owner apparently scowls his elusive forgiveness. Well, at least it seems to be some sort of sign of assent from Xia. Junsu merely concludes that this is his cue to flee. Now.
As Junsu hastens to cut and run from Xia’s judging eyes, Jaejoong startles him by jostling slightly. The drunken blonde lifts his head, squinting at Xia with a hazy stare.
“Yunho?” slurs Jaejoong.
“Oh my God, Jaejoong. Please don’t do this to me,” prays Junsu, trying to budge his hyung closer to the night club's exit. “I’ve been a good donsaeng, haven’t I? Return the favor for me just this once. Just for tonight, yeah?”
“Nrgh,” responds Jaejong. He pulls away from Junsu’s grip and storms up to Xia, a cloud of wrath buzzing around him. The smell of alcohol permeates from his crumpled work clothes.
“Jung Yunho,” snarls the blonde. He pokes a shaky finger at the toned chest exposed from Xia’s tight-fitting blazer - Junsu frowns, feeling oddly jealous of the gesture.
“JUNG TO THE FUCKING HO,” screeches Jaejoong. He nearly launches himself at Xia, but is barely - only just barely - blocked by Junsu.
“You idiot,” berates Junsu, struggling to control the spitfire of hell scratching his way out of Junsu’s clasp. “Calm the fuck down! He isn’t Yunho!”
“YOU WILL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES, YOU HEATHEN!”
And before Junsu can prevent it, it happens.
It will change Junsu's life.
Because, it is Jaejoong fucking spitting at Xia.
He had spit at Xia.
Spit.
At.
Xia.
Junsu is so dead.
The whole scene seems to plays in slow-motion for Junsu, with him attempting to stop Jaejoong, the wad of mixed saliva and mucus sliding from Xia’s cheek to his chin, the growing fury crawling onto Xia’s face, the loud gasps emitting from the adjacent spectators. Even Mr. Bartender drops a pitcher in surprise.
Of course, Jaejoong passes out, too. Punctually.
“Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. I am so sorry! Oh my god,” panics Junsu. He rushes towards Xia - letting go of Jaejoong in the process - and pushes his forearm into Xia’s nose. He almost suffocates the other man with the sleeve of his hoodie trying to swipe the spit away. In the end, he only manages to makes the situation worse by dragging the saliva onto previously untouched areas.
“Shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit,” Junsu curses. He scrubs even harder, unaware of the distance he’d closed between him and Xia. The two men are basically chest-to-chest as Junsu frets over the mess using his dirtied sleeve.
“I am so, so sorry!”
“Enou-“
“I don’t know what came over Jaejoong!”
“I said-“
“Please don’t send mafia gangs after us!”
“That’s-“
“I-“
“THAT’S ENOUGH,” roars Xia.
Junsu drops his arm, mortified.
Xia stares at Junsu. Pinches the bridge of nose. “Please. Leave before I call security.”
Junsu nods in defeat, blank-faced.
“Sorry,” he whispers, again, bowing at a ridiculously low angle. Perhaps even beyond 90 degrees, because this fucking situation calls for a 120 degrees bow.
He grabs Jaejoong from the tiled ground and races - as much as he can race with half of Jaejoong’s weight on him - out of the nightclub, shamefaced, and muttering about murdering his, as of currently, ex-best friend first thing in the morning.
TBC…
a/n: This is how Xia (blue hair) and Junsu (black hair w/glasses) look like. :-D
Pairing(s): JunXia, JaeChun, past!YunJae
Rating: R
Length: Chaptered
Disclaimer: The boys are not mine to own, unfortunately.
Warning(s): au, language, completely ooc, alternating character povs, overuse of the phrase “oh my god,” unbeta-ed, possible unfaithfulness
Summary: Xia is consumed with guilt after his fiancée commits suicide. He finds himself spiraling into a cold-hearted player, sleeping around with easy women and unintentionally breaking their hearts in the process. But one night, he meets Junsu. Awkward, shameless, country-bumpkin Junsu. The eccentric man is an enigma - different from any other person Xia has ever come across. With passing time, can Junsu help Xia heal from his loss and move on from his uncommitted life?
a/n: I initially imagined Junsu and Xia being in character, but yeah - no. Somehow, I ended up making them very different people. I apologize for any English errors I’ve made in this fic. And, as warned above, this is unbetaed - if anyone is willing to assist me by taking the role of a beta for this first chapter, I would greatly appreciate it. ☺
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C H A P T E R ONE
* * * * *
“Found any potential fucks yet?”
“Not tonight.”
Yoochun rolls his eyes.
“You’re such a picky whore,” he comments.
Xia snorts, glancing at his best friend and long-time business partner with an amused quirk of the lips. “Might I remind you that you’re no better than me?”
“Hey! At least I’m steady with my girls. You’re the lady killer who goes looking for one-night stands in all the wrong places,” retorts Yoochun. “Remember Stefanie? Or Nicole?”
Xia scowls. His gaze wanders back to the packed dance floor of the busy nightclub. “I don’t want to discuss this.”
Although his low mutter doesn’t quite break through the club’s noisy beats, Yoochun seems to understand Xia’s reluctance. They lapse into a gap of uneasy silence.
“I’ll take a look around,” interrupts Xia.
Yoochun stands from his seat and grips Xia’s shoulder. He leans closer to the other man, expression firm. “It’s been four years already; how many people are you going to fuck with until you stop?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” snaps Xia, pushing away from the brunette’s clutch. “I suggest you do your job and make sure the club is operating smoothly, Yoochun.”
“You’re not the only one who lost Jihyo, you know.”
Xia chooses to ignore Yoochun, disappearing into the throng of jostling dancers.
♫
“Another drink! Another drink!” shouts Jaejoong, giddily.
He slumps against the bar counter, nearly falling off his stool in his drunken state. Junsu, who barely arrives inside the club, rushes to steady Jaejoong. He clucks his tongue with annoyance, resisting the urge to slap the back of Jaejoong’s head unto kingdom come.
“Is this your friend?” asks a close-by bartender.
Junsu sighs.
“Unfortunately,” he replies.
The bartender chuckles. “It’s about time you arrived. Your boy’s been scaring off my customers.”
Junsu bows in apology, “Mianehhamnida; thank you for looking after him.”
The man grins and waves Junsu away flippantly.
“C’mon, hyung. You’ve had enough,” declares Junsu. He seizes the empty glass from Jaejoong’s hand and places it on the marble counter. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”
Jaejoong hiccups, glancing at Junsu blearily. “Where’s my drink?”
“No more drinking for you,” responds Junsu. He slides an arm around Jaejoong’s waist but is abruptly shoved off. Before Junsu can get his grip on Jaejoong again, the older man proceeds to make a truly terrifying, pitiful shrieking noise.
“NO! YOU CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE FROM ME! You’re like fucking Jung Yunho! Fucking, hic, bastard! FUCK YOU, YUNHO! I DON’T FUCKING NEED YOU!”
Patrons nearby turn to locate the source of the screaming. Even Mr. Bartender, who’d been studiously wiping glass cups, is watching Jaejoong with unconcealed amusement.
“Oh my god, Jaejoong,” yelps Junsu, flushing red at the sudden attention Jaejoong brings to them. “Shut up!”
“Why aren’t I beautiful, Junsu?! Why?!” wails Jaejoong, latching his arms around Junsu.
“If you come with me, I promise I’ll make you a pretty princess, okay? You’ll be covered in fucking sparkly glitter and kawaii shit. Just work with me here,” pleads Junsu.
When Jaejoong finally musters the strength to stand up, Junsu immediately clutches the deadweight of Jaejoong’s body with a relieved grunt. He begins his awkward stumble through the small crowd neighboring them using what little muscles he possesses.
His eyes widen in terror when he notices the club owner approaching them at a brisk pace.
“This can not be happening,” moans Junsu in despair. He considers dropping Jaejoong onto the floor and making a sprint for it. He can't. This is not how he imagined his first confrontation with Xia.
Oh, yes, he knows all about Xia. Well, the man’s physique, really. It probably shouldn’t sound as pervy as it appears but it honestly is perverted much to Junsu’s disgrace.
The two have chanced by each other on several occasions during their weekly jogs in the local community park. Junsu has, admittedly, had his fair share of ogling Xia’s godly ass from running behind the guy. He virtually stalks him to get sneaky glimpses of the man's lithe and built figure running ten miles through the park.
Nonetheless, he’s fairly sure Xia won’t recognize him, right? Right? After all, it’s not like they had ever actually seen each other face to face.
“What’s going on here?”
Annnnnd now it’s too late to escape.
Junsu squeaks.
He can’t help but blatantly stare at Xia despite his embarrassment.
He flushes when Xia catches him gaping at the tan sliver of skin peeking from his divulging blazer. Junsu swallows the sudden lump in his throat and forces himself to trail his gaze up to Xia’s glower, which, truthfully, isn’t helping much with his libido, either. All he can perceive now is how gorgeous Xia’s jawline is. And those lips. Those fucking lips pressing chaste kisses against his skin. Tracing down and down until-
Junsu mentally slaps himself.
No! No hot men for you, Junsu!
Xia raises a questioning brow at Junsu’s behavior. Then, recognition seems to sink in - to Junsu's horror. “You seem familiar. Have we met before?”
Junsu commences an awkward, flailing dance. “NO!”
If it's physically possible, Junsu’s quite sure his cheeks have literally caught on fire. He’s drowning in the heat of his humiliation. In fact, he’s probably looking like Nicolas Cage from Ghost Rider - only, without the abs. He’s just a flaming skull in his shabby sweats. Dying. Inside.
Junsu clears his throat.
“I- We- I mean, this is my first, uh, time meeting you. Yeahhh. I should- I should go. My friend here is… He’s…”
He peers down at the limp body in his arms. “He’s very drunk.”
Xia observes the intoxicated friend, his expression stony.
“I can see that. Will you be able to handle him?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. I just need to, ah…” Junsu adjusts his grasp on Jaejoong, causing the older man to whine pathetically. Once he's holding Jaejoong properly, he bows his head at Xia, not trusting himself to look up. “I’m really sorry about the trouble, Xi-ahem… mister. I promise this won’t happen again.”
The club owner apparently scowls his elusive forgiveness. Well, at least it seems to be some sort of sign of assent from Xia. Junsu merely concludes that this is his cue to flee. Now.
As Junsu hastens to cut and run from Xia’s judging eyes, Jaejoong startles him by jostling slightly. The drunken blonde lifts his head, squinting at Xia with a hazy stare.
“Yunho?” slurs Jaejoong.
“Oh my God, Jaejoong. Please don’t do this to me,” prays Junsu, trying to budge his hyung closer to the night club's exit. “I’ve been a good donsaeng, haven’t I? Return the favor for me just this once. Just for tonight, yeah?”
“Nrgh,” responds Jaejong. He pulls away from Junsu’s grip and storms up to Xia, a cloud of wrath buzzing around him. The smell of alcohol permeates from his crumpled work clothes.
“Jung Yunho,” snarls the blonde. He pokes a shaky finger at the toned chest exposed from Xia’s tight-fitting blazer - Junsu frowns, feeling oddly jealous of the gesture.
“JUNG TO THE FUCKING HO,” screeches Jaejoong. He nearly launches himself at Xia, but is barely - only just barely - blocked by Junsu.
“You idiot,” berates Junsu, struggling to control the spitfire of hell scratching his way out of Junsu’s clasp. “Calm the fuck down! He isn’t Yunho!”
“YOU WILL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES, YOU HEATHEN!”
And before Junsu can prevent it, it happens.
It will change Junsu's life.
Because, it is Jaejoong fucking spitting at Xia.
He had spit at Xia.
Spit.
At.
Xia.
Junsu is so dead.
The whole scene seems to plays in slow-motion for Junsu, with him attempting to stop Jaejoong, the wad of mixed saliva and mucus sliding from Xia’s cheek to his chin, the growing fury crawling onto Xia’s face, the loud gasps emitting from the adjacent spectators. Even Mr. Bartender drops a pitcher in surprise.
Of course, Jaejoong passes out, too. Punctually.
“Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. I am so sorry! Oh my god,” panics Junsu. He rushes towards Xia - letting go of Jaejoong in the process - and pushes his forearm into Xia’s nose. He almost suffocates the other man with the sleeve of his hoodie trying to swipe the spit away. In the end, he only manages to makes the situation worse by dragging the saliva onto previously untouched areas.
“Shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit,” Junsu curses. He scrubs even harder, unaware of the distance he’d closed between him and Xia. The two men are basically chest-to-chest as Junsu frets over the mess using his dirtied sleeve.
“I am so, so sorry!”
“Enou-“
“I don’t know what came over Jaejoong!”
“I said-“
“Please don’t send mafia gangs after us!”
“That’s-“
“I-“
“THAT’S ENOUGH,” roars Xia.
Junsu drops his arm, mortified.
Xia stares at Junsu. Pinches the bridge of nose. “Please. Leave before I call security.”
Junsu nods in defeat, blank-faced.
“Sorry,” he whispers, again, bowing at a ridiculously low angle. Perhaps even beyond 90 degrees, because this fucking situation calls for a 120 degrees bow.
He grabs Jaejoong from the tiled ground and races - as much as he can race with half of Jaejoong’s weight on him - out of the nightclub, shamefaced, and muttering about murdering his, as of currently, ex-best friend first thing in the morning.
TBC…
a/n: This is how Xia (blue hair) and Junsu (black hair w/glasses) look like. :-D