Dearly Beloved (prologue)
Title: Dearly Beloved
Chapter: Prologue
Pairing: YunJae (later YooSu)
Rating: PG-13 (languae; some sexual content)
Genre: Romance/Drama/General (slight sarcasm)
Summary: Jaejoong's life makes a turn for the worse when he is forced to take his (runaway) twin sister's place on her wedding day. He just never expected to be kidnapped because of it... and fall in love with the one who had (accidentally) ended up kidnapping him...
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: This is my first multi-chaptered yaoi fiction. So that means that this is my first multi-chaptered YunJae/YooSu as well. This idea is all mine--originally intended to be for another pair entirely, but I could not bring myself to write it. This has also diffrenciated from my original as well, so... I am not quite sure as to what's going to happen :P I know my beginning point adn I know my ending point, everything else in between is kind of blurry. I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story, but I own the crummy dialogue and (very odd) storyline.
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Had I known that my life would change so drastically after agreeing to fill in for my twin sister on her wedding day, I might have not gone along with my parents’ plans.
Or maybe I would have… my mother did have the ability to keep me from saying “no,” and my father had a way with words… and threats.
I would rather be playing around on my video game consoles with Junsu. Not stuck in a flimsy wedding dress, in the backseat of a car, with “scary” (honestly, after getting to know the two, one of them looked like he would hug a fly if he accidentally hurt it) men conversing up front, and taking me somewhere that I did not even want to imagine. I also did not want to begin to think of what they might do to me.
But maybe we are jumping too far ahead in this story.
Let us start from the day I agreed to stand in for the actual runaway bride, my twin sister,
It was our birthday. We had both turned twenty, but she was older by a few minutes, and as the eldest, plans had been made from the day we were born on whom she was to marry. Since I was younger, I was mainly ignored, which was fine by me because I liked to be by myself most of the time anyway.
My sister and I were close, though, and I really was the only real friend she had. Our family had money, so my sister was only allowed to play with those that our parents deemed as “worthy” or whatever the hell they had said. They did not mind if I associated myself with poorer people. Take my best friend, Kim Junsu, for example. As long as the media did not catch me with him (although, I doubt they would, I am practically nonexistent) it was fine. My sister never had that kind of luxury.
Oh, I have not introduced myself yet. That might help you out a bit.
I am Han Jaejoong, the second child and only son of the founder of Han Corporations all throughout South Korea. If people knew of me, then maybe I would be constantly harassed by the reporters always hanging around outside of our home’s doors, waiting to take snapshots of my beautiful sister, Han Ji Hye.
Her future husband, some man in which I had cared less about knowing--let alone learn his name, was a rich man and upon their union, the Han Corporations would only double in strength and wealth. Ji Hye did not like him, did not want to like him, and she did the only thing that would save her from her impending doom… uh, marriage. She ran away exactly a week before the ceremony, without any word to me or our parents. Well, I did not expect her to tell the old man--he would lock her away and place guards all around--but she could have at least gave me some kind of clue. I was, after all, her only friend in the world.
So, slightly pissed of at Ji Hye (now dubbed “the traitor”), I found myself slumped in one of the leather chairs in my dad’s spacious office. The room smelled like musty books and dad’s very strong cologne, I had to suppress the urge to empty the contents of my stomach on the ugly green carpet underneath my feet. Mom sat across from me, ankles crossed and hands smoothing out the nonexistent creases in her expensive cream-colored skirt. The idiot of a father (caught on to the resentment yet?) was leaned onto the large oak desk, scrutinizing me with his cold eyes, fingers intertwined over piles of confidential documents, and his mouth set into a grim line.
“If you’re not going to say anything…” I let the sentence hang in the air, making a motion with my hand to the door behind me.
“That won’t be necessary, Jaejoong,” my father said crisply, now sitting upright in his desk, arms folded over his dark green suit (about as ugly as the stupid carpet). “As you know, Ji Hye has cowardly run away from her duties.” My fists tightened on the chair’s armrests, and there was a hint of a smirk on the bastard’s lips. “So, I think it is time for you to do something for this family.”
“Like what?” I spat out, my fingernails slitting open the armrests and my mother winced.
My father smiled smugly as he looked me over, saying formally with a hint of finality, “You will stand in for Ji Hye until we find her and bring her back to the manor.”
“No fucking way,” I hissed and watched in amusement as my mother gasped and father’s face went red.
“You will do as I say, Jaejoong. Stop being selfish, and think of what will happen to the family if the wedding is suddenly cancelled. The media will have a field day and the Han family will be shamed by what you and your sister have done.”
He was being kind of hypocritical… he is just as stubbornly selfish as I am.
I really would have liked to walk out at that moment, turn my back on that piece of shit father and the whole Han family name. But I could not bring myself to do that to my mother or my sister, even though she betrayed me. So, against my better judgment, I found myself agreeing to the old man’s elaborate scheme.
Bastard.
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Um... so, is the prologue any good? I have started on the first chapter, but I do not want to continue if it is not any good. Please tell me what you think! :)
Oh, and I was wondering if I should place pictures of what the characters look like in this story. Would you like to see how I envision them? If not, then I understand :D. haha. And also, if anyone is reading this and would be kind enough, I was hoping to have a banner for the story... but I am terrible at anything like that, so if you would like to make one for this story, then just tell me in a comment. Thanks!
Pictures of Characters and Banner are ( here)
Chapter: Prologue
Pairing: YunJae (later YooSu)
Rating: PG-13 (languae; some sexual content)
Genre: Romance/Drama/General (slight sarcasm)
Summary: Jaejoong's life makes a turn for the worse when he is forced to take his (runaway) twin sister's place on her wedding day. He just never expected to be kidnapped because of it... and fall in love with the one who had (accidentally) ended up kidnapping him...
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: This is my first multi-chaptered yaoi fiction. So that means that this is my first multi-chaptered YunJae/YooSu as well. This idea is all mine--originally intended to be for another pair entirely, but I could not bring myself to write it. This has also diffrenciated from my original as well, so... I am not quite sure as to what's going to happen :P I know my beginning point adn I know my ending point, everything else in between is kind of blurry. I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story, but I own the crummy dialogue and (very odd) storyline.
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Had I known that my life would change so drastically after agreeing to fill in for my twin sister on her wedding day, I might have not gone along with my parents’ plans.
Or maybe I would have… my mother did have the ability to keep me from saying “no,” and my father had a way with words… and threats.
I would rather be playing around on my video game consoles with Junsu. Not stuck in a flimsy wedding dress, in the backseat of a car, with “scary” (honestly, after getting to know the two, one of them looked like he would hug a fly if he accidentally hurt it) men conversing up front, and taking me somewhere that I did not even want to imagine. I also did not want to begin to think of what they might do to me.
But maybe we are jumping too far ahead in this story.
Let us start from the day I agreed to stand in for the actual runaway bride, my twin sister,
It was our birthday. We had both turned twenty, but she was older by a few minutes, and as the eldest, plans had been made from the day we were born on whom she was to marry. Since I was younger, I was mainly ignored, which was fine by me because I liked to be by myself most of the time anyway.
My sister and I were close, though, and I really was the only real friend she had. Our family had money, so my sister was only allowed to play with those that our parents deemed as “worthy” or whatever the hell they had said. They did not mind if I associated myself with poorer people. Take my best friend, Kim Junsu, for example. As long as the media did not catch me with him (although, I doubt they would, I am practically nonexistent) it was fine. My sister never had that kind of luxury.
Oh, I have not introduced myself yet. That might help you out a bit.
I am Han Jaejoong, the second child and only son of the founder of Han Corporations all throughout South Korea. If people knew of me, then maybe I would be constantly harassed by the reporters always hanging around outside of our home’s doors, waiting to take snapshots of my beautiful sister, Han Ji Hye.
Her future husband, some man in which I had cared less about knowing--let alone learn his name, was a rich man and upon their union, the Han Corporations would only double in strength and wealth. Ji Hye did not like him, did not want to like him, and she did the only thing that would save her from her impending doom… uh, marriage. She ran away exactly a week before the ceremony, without any word to me or our parents. Well, I did not expect her to tell the old man--he would lock her away and place guards all around--but she could have at least gave me some kind of clue. I was, after all, her only friend in the world.
So, slightly pissed of at Ji Hye (now dubbed “the traitor”), I found myself slumped in one of the leather chairs in my dad’s spacious office. The room smelled like musty books and dad’s very strong cologne, I had to suppress the urge to empty the contents of my stomach on the ugly green carpet underneath my feet. Mom sat across from me, ankles crossed and hands smoothing out the nonexistent creases in her expensive cream-colored skirt. The idiot of a father (caught on to the resentment yet?) was leaned onto the large oak desk, scrutinizing me with his cold eyes, fingers intertwined over piles of confidential documents, and his mouth set into a grim line.
“If you’re not going to say anything…” I let the sentence hang in the air, making a motion with my hand to the door behind me.
“That won’t be necessary, Jaejoong,” my father said crisply, now sitting upright in his desk, arms folded over his dark green suit (about as ugly as the stupid carpet). “As you know, Ji Hye has cowardly run away from her duties.” My fists tightened on the chair’s armrests, and there was a hint of a smirk on the bastard’s lips. “So, I think it is time for you to do something for this family.”
“Like what?” I spat out, my fingernails slitting open the armrests and my mother winced.
My father smiled smugly as he looked me over, saying formally with a hint of finality, “You will stand in for Ji Hye until we find her and bring her back to the manor.”
“No fucking way,” I hissed and watched in amusement as my mother gasped and father’s face went red.
“You will do as I say, Jaejoong. Stop being selfish, and think of what will happen to the family if the wedding is suddenly cancelled. The media will have a field day and the Han family will be shamed by what you and your sister have done.”
He was being kind of hypocritical… he is just as stubbornly selfish as I am.
I really would have liked to walk out at that moment, turn my back on that piece of shit father and the whole Han family name. But I could not bring myself to do that to my mother or my sister, even though she betrayed me. So, against my better judgment, I found myself agreeing to the old man’s elaborate scheme.
Bastard.
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Um... so, is the prologue any good? I have started on the first chapter, but I do not want to continue if it is not any good. Please tell me what you think! :)
Oh, and I was wondering if I should place pictures of what the characters look like in this story. Would you like to see how I envision them? If not, then I understand :D. haha. And also, if anyone is reading this and would be kind enough, I was hoping to have a banner for the story... but I am terrible at anything like that, so if you would like to make one for this story, then just tell me in a comment. Thanks!
Pictures of Characters and Banner are ( here)