Why Exactly Do You Exist
Title: Why Exactly Do You Exist
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho
Rating: NC-17
Requested by: Anonymous - top!Jjong
Summary: Jonghyun is really, really annoying. And he does it all on purpose, too. All because that stupid, tall-and-handsome-and-charming-and-perfect Choi Minho decided to join his company. AND steal all the girls!
A/N: Gif credit to littleshinee @ tumblr 8) Ahh the return of no-homo!Jjong, how I've missed you my wannabe-straight bugaboo. Also I have no idea what the fuck this fic is lol............... enjoy
“Director!” Jonghyun slammed the door open to his boss's office, uncaring of whether or not he was in a meeting. What was more important than Jonghyun? “This is shit.” He threw the sheet music and let it flutter in the air, not even looking to see where it landed as he glared at the occupants of the room. “Why aren't I the one composing the songs? I don't want my group to be a flop but you're doing a good job at setting them up.”
“Jonghyun,” the director rubbed his temples with his fingertips. “We pay someone to compose music for the groups. If you did it, then we might as well fire the composer.”
“So fire them,” Jonghyun snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don't want anyone else touching my group.”
“Jonghyun,” the director motioned towards the person that was sitting opposite of him. “I'm busy right now. I will come by your office later.”
Jonghyun finally realized that the man sitting in the other chair was none other than the A-list actor, Choi Minho. But, as far as Jonghyun knew, Minho belonged to a different company. So what was he doing here? Smirking with the prospect of fresh meat in the building, Jonghyun bowed his head a bit to the director.
“I'm sorry, sir. I'll be in my office late tonight.” He ducked out of the room and started to walk down the hallway, wiping his thumb along his lower lip.
Today just got infinitely better.
-
In the cafeteria the next day, it wasn't hard to spot Minho. Well actually, it wasn't hard to spot the gaggle of girls swarming around him, squealing and giggling and cooing over him. Just the previous day that had been Jonghyun in the midst of them - but he wasn't going to let his toes get stepped on by this kid. He carried his drink and apple over towards Minho's table, pushing past the girls to plop his ass down on the bench right next to Minho, smirking in satisfaction as the girls screamed at seeing two such beautiful men sitting together.
“Hey,” Jonghyun flashed a smile, holding out his hand. “I'm Jonghyun.”
Minho's eyes were cool and steady as they raked up and down Jonghyun's seated body - a small smirk played over those plump lips and Minho ignored Jonghyun's hand in favor of bringing a potato chip to his mouth, crunching obnoxiously.
“...” Not one to be put off, Jonghyun shrugged and pulled the tab of his soda open. “So, switching companies?” No answer. Did Minho speak off camera? Jonghyun took a swig of his beverage and rested an elbow on the table. Some of the girls looked like they were about to faint. “This is a pretty cut-throat company. Nothing but the best, here.”
“That's why I came,” Minho spoke, his voice way different than how it sounded in movies. It wasn't as low-pitched, but it still had that underlying thrum to it.
Grinning and patting Minho's back, Jonghyun took a bite of his apple. “That's the spirit. Came to play with the big dogs.”
It seemed Minho was the calculating type, someone who weighed his words before he spoke. Jonghyun waited (im)patiently for him to reply, using his hands to slide his can of soda back and forth on the table, careful to not spill it.
“I heard this place was the best,” the actor said, standing up and tossing his chip bag into a nearby trash can. He glanced down at Jonghyun, who was looking up at him with wide eyes, rather miffed about the sudden height difference, “But I'm trying to figure out why someone like you exists within the company.”
Minho's smirk was pure evil as he walked away, and Jonghyun's fur stood on end as he clenched his jaw.
Was that the game they were going to play?
Fine.
-
Weeks went by and Jonghyun had been grooming his boy group to debut, working with them day and night on their music, their songs, and not so much their choreography (that was why they had choreographers and why Jonghyun was a manager) as much as their appearance. In these weeks he had been keeping an eye on Minho; watching the girls flock around him, watching him greet sunbaenims and hoobaes alike - and generally, Minho was adjusting to this company rather well.
His existence was annoying.
A red carpet event was the perfect time for Jonghyun to sabotage Minho's perfect, quiet image. He could tell from the very first day that something was smoldering in those dark, big eyes, something that was waiting to be released. And Jonghyun - well, he was determined to fuck shit up. Maybe he was a bit jealous of all the attention to the newest member to their company was getting; maybe he was a bit miffed that Minho was getting just as many ladies as himself, and alright, the fact that Minho was tall and had perfect proportions was more than irritating.
Ok, maybe Jonghyun was acting on impulse and not really thinking about much, but he couldn't really take it back the instant he strutted down the red carpet and got on his tip toes to sling an arm over Minho's shoulder while the actor was talking on camera to a reporter.
“Oh, Jonghyun-oppa,” the reporter was a bit frazzled, her smile slightly confused as she lowered the microphone a bit so both men would be heard.
“Minho-yah,” Jonghyun shook him amiably, his grin brighter than the camera flashes. Minho was a bit stiff at first, clearly stunned by the turn of events, but he relaxed a bit so Jonghyun wouldn't have to work so hard to be on somewhat even ground. “Congratulations on your nomination!”
Being a douche bag was easy. Being a douche bag to Minho was easiest. What was difficult, however, was Minho's mild-mannered nature that seemed to dominate over his evil side.
“Thank you, hyung,” Minho said politely, the cameras flashing at his dashing smile.
“After party at my hotel!” Jonghyun announced loudly, reporters squealing and actors and actresses all around tossing in excited whoops as well. “All for my good friend Minho, the best actor in Korea!”
Minho clearly looked stunned at the turn of events. He couldn't even hide it, Jonghyun noticed with a grin. The older man slapped Minho on the butt in a 'good game' kind of manner, and then winked at the cameras before strutting off to the main event.
If Minho didn't show up to his after party, it would probably be the end of him.
And Jonghyun was counting on it.
-
Alright, problem.
Minho showed up to the after party. He showed up an hour or so after it had started, the party in full swing with people dancing, drinks being passed around, a haze of smoke hanging near the ceiling. When Jonghyun caught sight of the tall actor by the refreshment table, Jonghyun spluttered, and then stalked over, not hiding his displeasure at all.
“The fuck,” he snarled up (up, up) at Minho.
The younger man merely chuckled and pat Jonghyun's arm lightly, “Thanks for the party, hyung, it's great. Really out-did yourself.”
“You-” Jonghyun was seething, rage boiling under his skin. “You weren't supposed to be here!”
Minho shrugged, grabbing a champagne flute off of the table and downing it in one go. “Why wouldn't I come to my own after party?”
“Because you weren't invited!” Jonghyun took the flute from Minho and tossed it aside, uncaring as he heard it shatter against the floor. A few people glanced over, but no one really paid them any mind.
Minho faked a pout, “For all the attention you've been giving me, I thought tonight might be your coming out party as well. How could I miss that?”
“Coming-” Jonghyun spluttered, again, before shoving Minho's shoulders none too nicely. “I'm not gay!”
The smirk on the taller man's lips was begging to be wiped off. “So you don't have a crush on me? I'm kind of disappointed.”
God damn it Jonghyun just wanted to stomp his foot and throw himself on the floor and wail around in a fit of fury. Instead, he adjusted his tux jacket with a sharp tug, tilting his chin up indignantly, saving his childish antics for a later, private time.
“Figures you would be, Choi,” Jonghyun let a smirk curl over his lips. “Everyone wants me.”
Minho bent down a bit, leaning in way too close for Jonghyun's comfort, his lips by the older man's ears. “But you don't want anyone. Wonder why that is?”
Growling, Jonghyun violently pushed Minho back, creating enough space between them for him to stalk off without a word. Who the fuck did Minho think he was? Accusing Jonghyun of being gay, standing there being so tall in front of Jonghyun, breaking champagne flutes and existing.
Jonghyun left his own after party and rented another room for the night, ignoring the throbbing in his head as he laid down in the pristine bed, furiously ripping the covers and duvet off and all the pillows save for one, and it didn't take long for him to just pass out from energy spent on anger.
-
Alright, another problem.
As Jonghyun reflected over his encounter with Minho at the after party while enjoying a breakfast that consisted of a wheat grass protein shake and a bowl of blueberries, he realized that Minho was right.
Jonghyun didn't want anyone. Everyone fawned over Jonghyun, girls constantly asked him for dates, but Jonghyun never called them again, Jonghyun's flirting was harmless and only occasionally landed him in bed with a pretty dame (occasionally being every week, but Jonghyun had been even more virile in college).
Fuck Minho. Why was he right about everything? Why was he alive?
Jonghyun angrily kicked at the chair across the tiny table and sent it skidding on its feet, letting out a frustrated yell.
A knock sounded on his door, followed by a high-pitched “Room service!”. Jonghyun almost lost it.
“The fucking sign on the door says 'do not disturb'! Get lost!”
Another knock after a pause, and Jonghyun downed the rest of his shake, snarling at the taste and in anger and at everything because he hated Choi Minho, he was going to end that man, ruin him and run him out of the industry--
Jonghyun opened his door with a wide swing, and when he saw said bane of his existence on the other side, he growled and swiftly made to shut the door in the man's face.
But was stopped by the actor's foot slotting between the door and the frame. Jesus, was the guy impervious to everything? A god sent to grace the mortals with his presence? A guy whose foot could not be crushed by a heavy hotel door?
“The fuck Choi,” Jonghyun opened the door, not even bothering fighting.
Minho shrugged and invited himself in, looking cool and collected in white pants, a black belt and a low-cut v-neck shirt.
Douche bag.
Jonghyun was still in his boxers, and he took a moment to smirk because Minho could now see his magnificent, chiseled body and be in awe of Jonghyun's utter gloriousness. He exaggeratedly angled his body so the morning light hit the planes of his muscles just right, and Minho might be a god but Jonghyun was a Spartan.
Hah, take that.
Only, Minho wasn't paying attention, his fingers dipping into the bowl of blueberries and taking a few, licking the juices off of his fingers.
Jonghyun huffed, “What do you want?”
“I came to see if you thought about what I said,” Minho answered with a shrug, fingers still tracing his lower lip as he walked over to the balcony.
The older man scoffed, “I'm sorry, I can't seem to remember what you said.”
Lie lie lie lie liar.
He could feel Minho's smirk in his voice, “Right. Should I remind you?”
“Enlighten me,” Jonghyun said, sidling up behind Minho on the balcony before deciding he was going to stand next to him.
There was a brief pause and Minho turned and regarded Jonghyun with those huge intense eyes, and Jonghyun sort of felt like shriveling up and dying under the gaze but he held strong, arching a brow in the actor's direction. A smirk filtered over Minho's features and he leaned down, swooping Jonghyun into a deep, torrid kiss, with lots of tongue.
Immediately Jonghyun's hands raised to Minho's chest to push him away - not before feeling his perfect pecs - and broke the kiss with a feral noise, his lips curling in distaste.
“What the fuck! I told you I'm not gay!”
Minho ignored him, reaching out and winding an arm around Jonghyun's waist, bringing their bodies together as he dragged his lips over Jonghyun's jaw. Fuck, even Minho's lips were properly hydrated.
Jonghyun was not worthy.
“Augh,” Jonghyun struggled in Minho's hold, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but Minho's hands reached for his and he forced the older man's hands to his ass, and alright, ok, Jonghyun couldn't help but feel it up because it was firm and it was perky and fit really nicely in his hands. “Ghhr- No!” Jonghyun was out of breath from trying to struggle away from the taller man, removing his hands from Minho's ass and lifting them in surrender. “What the hell do you want?”
“I want you to want me,” Minho's voice was low and he was slightly out of breath as well, probably from dealing with a struggling Jonghyun.
Jonghyun rolled his eyes, “That's gay dude. Let me go and I won't tell anyone about this ok?”
Minho used Jonghyun's relaxation to pull him closer, burying his face in the crook of Jonghyun's neck. “You don't want anyone because you don't want the commitment, you don't want to have to deal with the morning after, you don't want to have to worry about someone else's well-being.”
“Wow you're so smart for figuring that out,” Jonghyun deadpanned, turning his head to the side a bit, trying not to shudder at the feel of Minho's lips brushing against his neck with every word.
The chuckle Minho let out reverberated through Jonghyun's body, “I have the same interests as you.”
It took a second for Jonghyun's mind to wrap around what Minho was saying. Fuck buddies? He was pretty sure that was the obvious insinuation, and he considered it for a moment - Minho would actually probably be on the top of the list of 'people I know that I would fuck'. Even if Jonghyun wasn't gay.
No sane person would turn down Minho.
Minho, the bane of Jonghyun's existence, the man that ruined life, the man that just defied all laws of physics by existing and being so nice to everyone, even Jonghyun despite the man's attempts at sabotage--
Jonghyun relaxed his shoulders and rolled his eyes. “Fine.”
He wasn't expecting the skull-crushing kiss, their teeth and chins knocking together and rattling Jonghyun's brain, but he adjusted and pushed Minho, keeping their mouths connected as he walked them back into his room, not wanting to be seen out on his balcony kissing a man.
Kissing Choi Minho.
Fuck.
Arousal jolted through Jonghyun's body when Minho's hands divided, tangling fingers in his bed head and reaching down to blatantly rub the older man's soft cock through his boxers. That woke him up a bit. They fell onto the unmade bed with Jonghyun on top, one of Minho's legs wrapping around his narrow waist and grinding their bodies together.
“Christ, Minho, fucking wait,” Jonghyun panted against the man's mouth, reaching down to fumble with Minho's belt, ripping it out of the loops completely before undoing the button and fly of his pristine white pants. Jonghyun kind of wanted to smear blueberry juice on them 'on accident' later just to spite the guy.
Minho sat up and lifted his shirt over his head, flinging it off to the side, and Jonghyun let out a disbelieving groan as he finally got a glimpse of the man.
“Jesus that's just not fair,” Jonghyun whined, reaching out and slapping one of Minho's pecs.
Minho hissed and covered the abused area with a hand, laughing, “What? Jealous?”
Not answering, Jonghyun pushed the younger man back and started to pull his pants and boxers down his hips. Shit, it wasn't fair, this guy was perfectly proportioned and was defined spectacularly, not too bulky, and Jesus Jonghyun had to wear shoe lifts ninety-nine percent of the time to stand at the actor's shoulder.
Minho's hips lifted and Jonghyun shucked his pants and boxers off unceremoniously, knowing that there was one thing Minho couldn't beat him at: sex. Of course Jonghyun was a cocky lover, no one had complained once and the fact he got requests for repeat engagements was enough to let everyone know just how good he was. So what if he'd never been with a guy? It shouldn't be too hard.
Oh but it was very hard. Hard and hot and heavy and Jonghyun's hand gravitated towards Minho's cock without second thought, his fingers wrapping around the girth and starting to jerk it in the way he knew he liked his own cock to be tugged. Minho's head dropped back and he let out a huff, eyes sliding closed and Jonghyun thought, in a totally straight way, that Minho looked pretty fucking good like that.
Still slotted between the taller one's legs, Jonghyun struggled a bit to get his boxers off with one hand, but he successfully did so and gave a self-satisfied smirk, before he aligned both of their erections and grinded them together. It was an odd sensation, feeling someone else's dick bump and grind against yours, but it wasn't bad; Minho's cock was hot, it was rigid, and fuck yes Jonghyun's was just slightly bigger.
Just further affirmation that Minho wouldn't be able to beat him in the bedroom.
Minho reached up and took Jonghyun strongly by the jaw, pulling him down for a kiss, an open-mouthed one that wasn't as violent as their initial kisses, but still conveying the point between them. Jonghyun let out a surprised noise as Minho flipped them over, the actor breaking the kiss and wasting no time in going down on Jonghyun, and women usually had a bit more tact than that, but something about Minho not being able to wait to get Jonghyun's cock in his mouth was just... Jesus it was hot.
Jonghyun's hips bucked up and his hands immediately tangled into Minho's hair, deep in the roots right above the scalp, Minho's mouth a wet hot suction that had no finesse and yet was the most glorious thing Jonghyun had ever felt. He wondered briefly how many cocks Minho had sucked before, and then decided he didn't want to know; his nails scraped at Minho's head and Minho came off his dick with a 'pop', drool sliding down the older man's shaft and down to his balls. Minho followed the trail with his tongue, licking along Jonghyun's sac before drawing his balls in and massaging them with his tongue and-
“Oh fuck,” Jonghyun shivered, because no girl would ever do that with such vigor. Hell, no girl had ever done that before in the history of Jonghyun fucking girls. (And he could write books, by the way.)
Minho came off again and smirked, “You look really stupid.”
“You're stupid!” Was Jonghyun's lame, quick reply, and he huffed and bucked his hips up a bit, silently asking for Minho to continue.
But apparently Minho had other plans because he climbed above Jonghyun, his incredibly muscular thighs straddling the shorter man's waist, Jonghyun's cock bumping against the swell of Minho's ass.
Oh. That's what he was up to.
Jonghyun's hands greedily felt up Minho's thighs, wondering what exercise regimen he fixed himself to every day in order to get them like that, all sinewy and deadly in their power. If Minho clamped his legs Jonghyun would probably suffocate and die in the vice.
All thoughts were derailed when Minho took Jonghyun's hand and let his lips wrap around the first few fingers, mimicking what he'd just been applying to Jonghyun's dick. It was hotter, seeing it up close, the way Minho's tongue flashed out occasionally, watching how his fingers shined with spit. It didn't occur to him what he was supposed to do with these slicked fingers until Minho guided his hand behind him, and Jonghyun's fingers slid along the crevice of Minho's ass.
Oh.
Well of course Jonghyun knew it was going to come to this, this was how sex between men was executed, but it still jolted him a little bit. Part of him thought that Minho would top, to be honest, and it wasn't because of any sort of masculine deficiency; Jonghyun just thought that the bigger person was the pitcher. Well, physically it made sense.
Jonghyun bit the inside of his cheek and closed his eyes, going strictly by feel. His finger swiped over Minho's trembling entrance and he carefully slid a finger inside. The feeling was completely different from a woman - instead of being accepted and sucked into the heat, he felt Minho's body trying to reject him. Only after a few wiggles of his fingers did Minho's body seem to accept the intrusion, the younger man's back arching a bit before he went about distracting himself (and Jonghyun) by nipping and biting around Jonghyun's shoulders and laterals.
Two fingers were in and it was nearly impossible to scissor them and spread Minho. It was so fucking tight, Jonghyun already felt his eyes rolling into the back of his head, imagining his cock being stuffed into that warmth. Would it hurt Minho? Oh, fuck it. Minho had asked for this.
(But that didn't stop Jonghyun from slowly preparing the man, even though he would probably get made fun of later.)
By the time Minho was fucking onto his fingers, the sight of the taller, Greek god coming undone by these simple things, Jonghyun couldn't contain himself much longer. He gripped the base of his dick, the head bumping against Minho's scrotum before finding its way to where he wanted it to be, and for a moment, Jonghyun hesitated.
“What would be... easier?” he asked, nearly out of breath.
“Just do it,” Minho panted, no timbre to his usually low voice.
Shrugging, Jonghyun thrusted up and put his hands on Minho's waist, forcing him down onto his cock. He tried to be gentle, he tried to be slow, but fireworks exploded behind his eyes and in his balls and Christ this was so much better than any girl. Minho didn't seem to complain or resist, and that acceptance was what made Jonghyun push in the rest of the way, until Minho was seated on his lap and straightening, both of their toned chests heaving with their breaths.
Minho's thighs were definitely as strong as they looked, holding Minho up a bit and in place as Jonghyun held onto his hips and fucked up into him. Neither of them said anything, just grunts and groans passed between them, but a flicker of irritation passed over Minho's face and just when Jonghyun was going to ask him what was wrong, Minho got off his dick and laid down on the bed, letting out a breath and gesturing for Jonghyun to get between his legs.
Jonghyun followed his lead because obviously he didn't know what to do, and when Minho's legs wrapped around his waist and jerked him forward, the head of Jonghyun's cock breaching his entrance effortlessly, Jonghyun let out a sated sigh and started again with abandon. Minho's legs first hooked around his waist, and then that must not have been good enough because Minho's torso folded a bit and he lifted a leg to drape over Jonghyun's shoulder, the angle changing dramatically for the both of them.
Minho let out a gruff “yes”, his head pressing back into the bed as he twisted his hips to the side a bit, and Jonghyun wasn't going to pay attention to the fact that this position was possible because of Minho's long legs and Jonghyun's short stature. Because let's face it, they were ripped, not flexible.
One of Jonghyun's hands went to the bend of Minho's body, palm cupping where his leg bent from his hip, holding on for leverage. His other hand went to Minho's dick, starting to jerk it roughly in time with his thrusts, and he raised up on his knees a bit to angle just a bit deeper - and Minho lost it, his chest heaving and hands ripping at the blankets on the bed. He wasn't terribly vocal, but it was obvious that Jonghyun had found that amazing spot within him, and Jonghyun smirked to himself as he continued to pound mercilessly into Minho.
“You look good on your back,” Jonghyun managed to huff out, his tongue running over his jagged canines roughly.
“So do you,” Minho shot back, smirking as well. “Shut up and rail me right.”
It didn't matter what Minho said, because Jonghyun was winning - because Minho was obviously battling restraint to do something (what that 'something' was, Jonghyun didn't know), and Jonghyun was whittling it down thrust after thrust after thrust.
Finally, Minho reached up and grabbed Jonghyun's flexed biceps with his hands, gripping onto the older man tightly, forcing him closer and deeper, their mouths missing at first before finding each other, Minho letting out a gutteral moan as he came, his seed spilling all over Jonghyun's hand and pooling into the crevices of the muscles on his stomach. The tightening of Minho's body, the kiss, the feel of Minho's fingers burning their prints into his skin made Jonghyun come with a shout, his body completely spent, his elbows giving out on him as he pulled out of Minho and laid next to the man, face-first in the pillows and heaving with every ounce of energy he had.
Minho didn't waste any time, though, sitting up and shifting to get off the bed.
“Where are you going?” Jonghyun asked, turning his head to face Minho.
In the morning light, Minho's naked body was highlighted in all the right places, the drying cum on his abdomen giving his skin a glimmer it didn't have before.
“Miss me already?” Minho laughed, reaching for his boxers and sliding them on.
Rolling his eyes, Jonghyun buried his face into the fluffy pillow again. “Fuck off.”
He heard Minho go to the kitchen, heard the tap run, and then Minho was back at the bed, sitting on the edge and pulling on his pants. Jonghyun rolled over onto his side, eyeing Minho curiously, before talking again.
“Why did we fuck?”
Minho arched a brow at Jonghyun, as if he couldn't believe Jonghyun asked that question, like Jonghyun should have known why all along.
“Because you wanted to,” Minho said, smirking and standing up, looping his belt to his pants. “Since the first day we met.”
“That's-!” Jonghyun managed to look scandalized instead of embarrassed.
“It's alright, hyung.” Minho bent over the bed, fists pressed into the mattress, shoulders and biceps flexing as he leaned to Jonghyun and got close enough to press a patronizing kiss to Jonghyun's forehead. “Although usually it's first-graders that sabotage their crush at every opportunity, not grown-up, successful men.”
Jonghyun hit Minho's elbow, making him lose his balance a bit and stand up straight with a laugh. The elder flopped back down onto the bed and grumbled incoherently, mostly curses towards Minho and his perfect body and his stupid face and his damn acting career.
“You're obnoxious, Jonghyun,” Minho said, finally putting on his shirt and grabbing a few more blueberries from the bowl at the table. “By the way, there's a company meeting in the hour. See you there.”
“I fucking hate you,” Jonghyun groused as Minho left his room.
Really.
Why did Minho exist.
The door shut and Jonghyun smirked against the pillows.
“I win~”
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Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho
Rating: NC-17
Requested by: Anonymous - top!Jjong
Summary: Jonghyun is really, really annoying. And he does it all on purpose, too. All because that stupid, tall-and-handsome-and-charming-and-perfect Choi Minho decided to join his company. AND steal all the girls!
A/N: Gif credit to littleshinee @ tumblr 8) Ahh the return of no-homo!Jjong, how I've missed you my wannabe-straight bugaboo. Also I have no idea what the fuck this fic is lol............... enjoy
“Director!” Jonghyun slammed the door open to his boss's office, uncaring of whether or not he was in a meeting. What was more important than Jonghyun? “This is shit.” He threw the sheet music and let it flutter in the air, not even looking to see where it landed as he glared at the occupants of the room. “Why aren't I the one composing the songs? I don't want my group to be a flop but you're doing a good job at setting them up.”
“Jonghyun,” the director rubbed his temples with his fingertips. “We pay someone to compose music for the groups. If you did it, then we might as well fire the composer.”
“So fire them,” Jonghyun snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don't want anyone else touching my group.”
“Jonghyun,” the director motioned towards the person that was sitting opposite of him. “I'm busy right now. I will come by your office later.”
Jonghyun finally realized that the man sitting in the other chair was none other than the A-list actor, Choi Minho. But, as far as Jonghyun knew, Minho belonged to a different company. So what was he doing here? Smirking with the prospect of fresh meat in the building, Jonghyun bowed his head a bit to the director.
“I'm sorry, sir. I'll be in my office late tonight.” He ducked out of the room and started to walk down the hallway, wiping his thumb along his lower lip.
Today just got infinitely better.
-
In the cafeteria the next day, it wasn't hard to spot Minho. Well actually, it wasn't hard to spot the gaggle of girls swarming around him, squealing and giggling and cooing over him. Just the previous day that had been Jonghyun in the midst of them - but he wasn't going to let his toes get stepped on by this kid. He carried his drink and apple over towards Minho's table, pushing past the girls to plop his ass down on the bench right next to Minho, smirking in satisfaction as the girls screamed at seeing two such beautiful men sitting together.
“Hey,” Jonghyun flashed a smile, holding out his hand. “I'm Jonghyun.”
Minho's eyes were cool and steady as they raked up and down Jonghyun's seated body - a small smirk played over those plump lips and Minho ignored Jonghyun's hand in favor of bringing a potato chip to his mouth, crunching obnoxiously.
“...” Not one to be put off, Jonghyun shrugged and pulled the tab of his soda open. “So, switching companies?” No answer. Did Minho speak off camera? Jonghyun took a swig of his beverage and rested an elbow on the table. Some of the girls looked like they were about to faint. “This is a pretty cut-throat company. Nothing but the best, here.”
“That's why I came,” Minho spoke, his voice way different than how it sounded in movies. It wasn't as low-pitched, but it still had that underlying thrum to it.
Grinning and patting Minho's back, Jonghyun took a bite of his apple. “That's the spirit. Came to play with the big dogs.”
It seemed Minho was the calculating type, someone who weighed his words before he spoke. Jonghyun waited (im)patiently for him to reply, using his hands to slide his can of soda back and forth on the table, careful to not spill it.
“I heard this place was the best,” the actor said, standing up and tossing his chip bag into a nearby trash can. He glanced down at Jonghyun, who was looking up at him with wide eyes, rather miffed about the sudden height difference, “But I'm trying to figure out why someone like you exists within the company.”
Minho's smirk was pure evil as he walked away, and Jonghyun's fur stood on end as he clenched his jaw.
Was that the game they were going to play?
Fine.
-
Weeks went by and Jonghyun had been grooming his boy group to debut, working with them day and night on their music, their songs, and not so much their choreography (that was why they had choreographers and why Jonghyun was a manager) as much as their appearance. In these weeks he had been keeping an eye on Minho; watching the girls flock around him, watching him greet sunbaenims and hoobaes alike - and generally, Minho was adjusting to this company rather well.
His existence was annoying.
A red carpet event was the perfect time for Jonghyun to sabotage Minho's perfect, quiet image. He could tell from the very first day that something was smoldering in those dark, big eyes, something that was waiting to be released. And Jonghyun - well, he was determined to fuck shit up. Maybe he was a bit jealous of all the attention to the newest member to their company was getting; maybe he was a bit miffed that Minho was getting just as many ladies as himself, and alright, the fact that Minho was tall and had perfect proportions was more than irritating.
Ok, maybe Jonghyun was acting on impulse and not really thinking about much, but he couldn't really take it back the instant he strutted down the red carpet and got on his tip toes to sling an arm over Minho's shoulder while the actor was talking on camera to a reporter.
“Oh, Jonghyun-oppa,” the reporter was a bit frazzled, her smile slightly confused as she lowered the microphone a bit so both men would be heard.
“Minho-yah,” Jonghyun shook him amiably, his grin brighter than the camera flashes. Minho was a bit stiff at first, clearly stunned by the turn of events, but he relaxed a bit so Jonghyun wouldn't have to work so hard to be on somewhat even ground. “Congratulations on your nomination!”
Being a douche bag was easy. Being a douche bag to Minho was easiest. What was difficult, however, was Minho's mild-mannered nature that seemed to dominate over his evil side.
“Thank you, hyung,” Minho said politely, the cameras flashing at his dashing smile.
“After party at my hotel!” Jonghyun announced loudly, reporters squealing and actors and actresses all around tossing in excited whoops as well. “All for my good friend Minho, the best actor in Korea!”
Minho clearly looked stunned at the turn of events. He couldn't even hide it, Jonghyun noticed with a grin. The older man slapped Minho on the butt in a 'good game' kind of manner, and then winked at the cameras before strutting off to the main event.
If Minho didn't show up to his after party, it would probably be the end of him.
And Jonghyun was counting on it.
-
Alright, problem.
Minho showed up to the after party. He showed up an hour or so after it had started, the party in full swing with people dancing, drinks being passed around, a haze of smoke hanging near the ceiling. When Jonghyun caught sight of the tall actor by the refreshment table, Jonghyun spluttered, and then stalked over, not hiding his displeasure at all.
“The fuck,” he snarled up (up, up) at Minho.
The younger man merely chuckled and pat Jonghyun's arm lightly, “Thanks for the party, hyung, it's great. Really out-did yourself.”
“You-” Jonghyun was seething, rage boiling under his skin. “You weren't supposed to be here!”
Minho shrugged, grabbing a champagne flute off of the table and downing it in one go. “Why wouldn't I come to my own after party?”
“Because you weren't invited!” Jonghyun took the flute from Minho and tossed it aside, uncaring as he heard it shatter against the floor. A few people glanced over, but no one really paid them any mind.
Minho faked a pout, “For all the attention you've been giving me, I thought tonight might be your coming out party as well. How could I miss that?”
“Coming-” Jonghyun spluttered, again, before shoving Minho's shoulders none too nicely. “I'm not gay!”
The smirk on the taller man's lips was begging to be wiped off. “So you don't have a crush on me? I'm kind of disappointed.”
God damn it Jonghyun just wanted to stomp his foot and throw himself on the floor and wail around in a fit of fury. Instead, he adjusted his tux jacket with a sharp tug, tilting his chin up indignantly, saving his childish antics for a later, private time.
“Figures you would be, Choi,” Jonghyun let a smirk curl over his lips. “Everyone wants me.”
Minho bent down a bit, leaning in way too close for Jonghyun's comfort, his lips by the older man's ears. “But you don't want anyone. Wonder why that is?”
Growling, Jonghyun violently pushed Minho back, creating enough space between them for him to stalk off without a word. Who the fuck did Minho think he was? Accusing Jonghyun of being gay, standing there being so tall in front of Jonghyun, breaking champagne flutes and existing.
Jonghyun left his own after party and rented another room for the night, ignoring the throbbing in his head as he laid down in the pristine bed, furiously ripping the covers and duvet off and all the pillows save for one, and it didn't take long for him to just pass out from energy spent on anger.
-
Alright, another problem.
As Jonghyun reflected over his encounter with Minho at the after party while enjoying a breakfast that consisted of a wheat grass protein shake and a bowl of blueberries, he realized that Minho was right.
Jonghyun didn't want anyone. Everyone fawned over Jonghyun, girls constantly asked him for dates, but Jonghyun never called them again, Jonghyun's flirting was harmless and only occasionally landed him in bed with a pretty dame (occasionally being every week, but Jonghyun had been even more virile in college).
Fuck Minho. Why was he right about everything? Why was he alive?
Jonghyun angrily kicked at the chair across the tiny table and sent it skidding on its feet, letting out a frustrated yell.
A knock sounded on his door, followed by a high-pitched “Room service!”. Jonghyun almost lost it.
“The fucking sign on the door says 'do not disturb'! Get lost!”
Another knock after a pause, and Jonghyun downed the rest of his shake, snarling at the taste and in anger and at everything because he hated Choi Minho, he was going to end that man, ruin him and run him out of the industry--
Jonghyun opened his door with a wide swing, and when he saw said bane of his existence on the other side, he growled and swiftly made to shut the door in the man's face.
But was stopped by the actor's foot slotting between the door and the frame. Jesus, was the guy impervious to everything? A god sent to grace the mortals with his presence? A guy whose foot could not be crushed by a heavy hotel door?
“The fuck Choi,” Jonghyun opened the door, not even bothering fighting.
Minho shrugged and invited himself in, looking cool and collected in white pants, a black belt and a low-cut v-neck shirt.
Douche bag.
Jonghyun was still in his boxers, and he took a moment to smirk because Minho could now see his magnificent, chiseled body and be in awe of Jonghyun's utter gloriousness. He exaggeratedly angled his body so the morning light hit the planes of his muscles just right, and Minho might be a god but Jonghyun was a Spartan.
Hah, take that.
Only, Minho wasn't paying attention, his fingers dipping into the bowl of blueberries and taking a few, licking the juices off of his fingers.
Jonghyun huffed, “What do you want?”
“I came to see if you thought about what I said,” Minho answered with a shrug, fingers still tracing his lower lip as he walked over to the balcony.
The older man scoffed, “I'm sorry, I can't seem to remember what you said.”
Lie lie lie lie liar.
He could feel Minho's smirk in his voice, “Right. Should I remind you?”
“Enlighten me,” Jonghyun said, sidling up behind Minho on the balcony before deciding he was going to stand next to him.
There was a brief pause and Minho turned and regarded Jonghyun with those huge intense eyes, and Jonghyun sort of felt like shriveling up and dying under the gaze but he held strong, arching a brow in the actor's direction. A smirk filtered over Minho's features and he leaned down, swooping Jonghyun into a deep, torrid kiss, with lots of tongue.
Immediately Jonghyun's hands raised to Minho's chest to push him away - not before feeling his perfect pecs - and broke the kiss with a feral noise, his lips curling in distaste.
“What the fuck! I told you I'm not gay!”
Minho ignored him, reaching out and winding an arm around Jonghyun's waist, bringing their bodies together as he dragged his lips over Jonghyun's jaw. Fuck, even Minho's lips were properly hydrated.
Jonghyun was not worthy.
“Augh,” Jonghyun struggled in Minho's hold, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but Minho's hands reached for his and he forced the older man's hands to his ass, and alright, ok, Jonghyun couldn't help but feel it up because it was firm and it was perky and fit really nicely in his hands. “Ghhr- No!” Jonghyun was out of breath from trying to struggle away from the taller man, removing his hands from Minho's ass and lifting them in surrender. “What the hell do you want?”
“I want you to want me,” Minho's voice was low and he was slightly out of breath as well, probably from dealing with a struggling Jonghyun.
Jonghyun rolled his eyes, “That's gay dude. Let me go and I won't tell anyone about this ok?”
Minho used Jonghyun's relaxation to pull him closer, burying his face in the crook of Jonghyun's neck. “You don't want anyone because you don't want the commitment, you don't want to have to deal with the morning after, you don't want to have to worry about someone else's well-being.”
“Wow you're so smart for figuring that out,” Jonghyun deadpanned, turning his head to the side a bit, trying not to shudder at the feel of Minho's lips brushing against his neck with every word.
The chuckle Minho let out reverberated through Jonghyun's body, “I have the same interests as you.”
It took a second for Jonghyun's mind to wrap around what Minho was saying. Fuck buddies? He was pretty sure that was the obvious insinuation, and he considered it for a moment - Minho would actually probably be on the top of the list of 'people I know that I would fuck'. Even if Jonghyun wasn't gay.
No sane person would turn down Minho.
Minho, the bane of Jonghyun's existence, the man that ruined life, the man that just defied all laws of physics by existing and being so nice to everyone, even Jonghyun despite the man's attempts at sabotage--
Jonghyun relaxed his shoulders and rolled his eyes. “Fine.”
He wasn't expecting the skull-crushing kiss, their teeth and chins knocking together and rattling Jonghyun's brain, but he adjusted and pushed Minho, keeping their mouths connected as he walked them back into his room, not wanting to be seen out on his balcony kissing a man.
Kissing Choi Minho.
Fuck.
Arousal jolted through Jonghyun's body when Minho's hands divided, tangling fingers in his bed head and reaching down to blatantly rub the older man's soft cock through his boxers. That woke him up a bit. They fell onto the unmade bed with Jonghyun on top, one of Minho's legs wrapping around his narrow waist and grinding their bodies together.
“Christ, Minho, fucking wait,” Jonghyun panted against the man's mouth, reaching down to fumble with Minho's belt, ripping it out of the loops completely before undoing the button and fly of his pristine white pants. Jonghyun kind of wanted to smear blueberry juice on them 'on accident' later just to spite the guy.
Minho sat up and lifted his shirt over his head, flinging it off to the side, and Jonghyun let out a disbelieving groan as he finally got a glimpse of the man.
“Jesus that's just not fair,” Jonghyun whined, reaching out and slapping one of Minho's pecs.
Minho hissed and covered the abused area with a hand, laughing, “What? Jealous?”
Not answering, Jonghyun pushed the younger man back and started to pull his pants and boxers down his hips. Shit, it wasn't fair, this guy was perfectly proportioned and was defined spectacularly, not too bulky, and Jesus Jonghyun had to wear shoe lifts ninety-nine percent of the time to stand at the actor's shoulder.
Minho's hips lifted and Jonghyun shucked his pants and boxers off unceremoniously, knowing that there was one thing Minho couldn't beat him at: sex. Of course Jonghyun was a cocky lover, no one had complained once and the fact he got requests for repeat engagements was enough to let everyone know just how good he was. So what if he'd never been with a guy? It shouldn't be too hard.
Oh but it was very hard. Hard and hot and heavy and Jonghyun's hand gravitated towards Minho's cock without second thought, his fingers wrapping around the girth and starting to jerk it in the way he knew he liked his own cock to be tugged. Minho's head dropped back and he let out a huff, eyes sliding closed and Jonghyun thought, in a totally straight way, that Minho looked pretty fucking good like that.
Still slotted between the taller one's legs, Jonghyun struggled a bit to get his boxers off with one hand, but he successfully did so and gave a self-satisfied smirk, before he aligned both of their erections and grinded them together. It was an odd sensation, feeling someone else's dick bump and grind against yours, but it wasn't bad; Minho's cock was hot, it was rigid, and fuck yes Jonghyun's was just slightly bigger.
Just further affirmation that Minho wouldn't be able to beat him in the bedroom.
Minho reached up and took Jonghyun strongly by the jaw, pulling him down for a kiss, an open-mouthed one that wasn't as violent as their initial kisses, but still conveying the point between them. Jonghyun let out a surprised noise as Minho flipped them over, the actor breaking the kiss and wasting no time in going down on Jonghyun, and women usually had a bit more tact than that, but something about Minho not being able to wait to get Jonghyun's cock in his mouth was just... Jesus it was hot.
Jonghyun's hips bucked up and his hands immediately tangled into Minho's hair, deep in the roots right above the scalp, Minho's mouth a wet hot suction that had no finesse and yet was the most glorious thing Jonghyun had ever felt. He wondered briefly how many cocks Minho had sucked before, and then decided he didn't want to know; his nails scraped at Minho's head and Minho came off his dick with a 'pop', drool sliding down the older man's shaft and down to his balls. Minho followed the trail with his tongue, licking along Jonghyun's sac before drawing his balls in and massaging them with his tongue and-
“Oh fuck,” Jonghyun shivered, because no girl would ever do that with such vigor. Hell, no girl had ever done that before in the history of Jonghyun fucking girls. (And he could write books, by the way.)
Minho came off again and smirked, “You look really stupid.”
“You're stupid!” Was Jonghyun's lame, quick reply, and he huffed and bucked his hips up a bit, silently asking for Minho to continue.
But apparently Minho had other plans because he climbed above Jonghyun, his incredibly muscular thighs straddling the shorter man's waist, Jonghyun's cock bumping against the swell of Minho's ass.
Oh. That's what he was up to.
Jonghyun's hands greedily felt up Minho's thighs, wondering what exercise regimen he fixed himself to every day in order to get them like that, all sinewy and deadly in their power. If Minho clamped his legs Jonghyun would probably suffocate and die in the vice.
All thoughts were derailed when Minho took Jonghyun's hand and let his lips wrap around the first few fingers, mimicking what he'd just been applying to Jonghyun's dick. It was hotter, seeing it up close, the way Minho's tongue flashed out occasionally, watching how his fingers shined with spit. It didn't occur to him what he was supposed to do with these slicked fingers until Minho guided his hand behind him, and Jonghyun's fingers slid along the crevice of Minho's ass.
Oh.
Well of course Jonghyun knew it was going to come to this, this was how sex between men was executed, but it still jolted him a little bit. Part of him thought that Minho would top, to be honest, and it wasn't because of any sort of masculine deficiency; Jonghyun just thought that the bigger person was the pitcher. Well, physically it made sense.
Jonghyun bit the inside of his cheek and closed his eyes, going strictly by feel. His finger swiped over Minho's trembling entrance and he carefully slid a finger inside. The feeling was completely different from a woman - instead of being accepted and sucked into the heat, he felt Minho's body trying to reject him. Only after a few wiggles of his fingers did Minho's body seem to accept the intrusion, the younger man's back arching a bit before he went about distracting himself (and Jonghyun) by nipping and biting around Jonghyun's shoulders and laterals.
Two fingers were in and it was nearly impossible to scissor them and spread Minho. It was so fucking tight, Jonghyun already felt his eyes rolling into the back of his head, imagining his cock being stuffed into that warmth. Would it hurt Minho? Oh, fuck it. Minho had asked for this.
(But that didn't stop Jonghyun from slowly preparing the man, even though he would probably get made fun of later.)
By the time Minho was fucking onto his fingers, the sight of the taller, Greek god coming undone by these simple things, Jonghyun couldn't contain himself much longer. He gripped the base of his dick, the head bumping against Minho's scrotum before finding its way to where he wanted it to be, and for a moment, Jonghyun hesitated.
“What would be... easier?” he asked, nearly out of breath.
“Just do it,” Minho panted, no timbre to his usually low voice.
Shrugging, Jonghyun thrusted up and put his hands on Minho's waist, forcing him down onto his cock. He tried to be gentle, he tried to be slow, but fireworks exploded behind his eyes and in his balls and Christ this was so much better than any girl. Minho didn't seem to complain or resist, and that acceptance was what made Jonghyun push in the rest of the way, until Minho was seated on his lap and straightening, both of their toned chests heaving with their breaths.
Minho's thighs were definitely as strong as they looked, holding Minho up a bit and in place as Jonghyun held onto his hips and fucked up into him. Neither of them said anything, just grunts and groans passed between them, but a flicker of irritation passed over Minho's face and just when Jonghyun was going to ask him what was wrong, Minho got off his dick and laid down on the bed, letting out a breath and gesturing for Jonghyun to get between his legs.
Jonghyun followed his lead because obviously he didn't know what to do, and when Minho's legs wrapped around his waist and jerked him forward, the head of Jonghyun's cock breaching his entrance effortlessly, Jonghyun let out a sated sigh and started again with abandon. Minho's legs first hooked around his waist, and then that must not have been good enough because Minho's torso folded a bit and he lifted a leg to drape over Jonghyun's shoulder, the angle changing dramatically for the both of them.
Minho let out a gruff “yes”, his head pressing back into the bed as he twisted his hips to the side a bit, and Jonghyun wasn't going to pay attention to the fact that this position was possible because of Minho's long legs and Jonghyun's short stature. Because let's face it, they were ripped, not flexible.
One of Jonghyun's hands went to the bend of Minho's body, palm cupping where his leg bent from his hip, holding on for leverage. His other hand went to Minho's dick, starting to jerk it roughly in time with his thrusts, and he raised up on his knees a bit to angle just a bit deeper - and Minho lost it, his chest heaving and hands ripping at the blankets on the bed. He wasn't terribly vocal, but it was obvious that Jonghyun had found that amazing spot within him, and Jonghyun smirked to himself as he continued to pound mercilessly into Minho.
“You look good on your back,” Jonghyun managed to huff out, his tongue running over his jagged canines roughly.
“So do you,” Minho shot back, smirking as well. “Shut up and rail me right.”
It didn't matter what Minho said, because Jonghyun was winning - because Minho was obviously battling restraint to do something (what that 'something' was, Jonghyun didn't know), and Jonghyun was whittling it down thrust after thrust after thrust.
Finally, Minho reached up and grabbed Jonghyun's flexed biceps with his hands, gripping onto the older man tightly, forcing him closer and deeper, their mouths missing at first before finding each other, Minho letting out a gutteral moan as he came, his seed spilling all over Jonghyun's hand and pooling into the crevices of the muscles on his stomach. The tightening of Minho's body, the kiss, the feel of Minho's fingers burning their prints into his skin made Jonghyun come with a shout, his body completely spent, his elbows giving out on him as he pulled out of Minho and laid next to the man, face-first in the pillows and heaving with every ounce of energy he had.
Minho didn't waste any time, though, sitting up and shifting to get off the bed.
“Where are you going?” Jonghyun asked, turning his head to face Minho.
In the morning light, Minho's naked body was highlighted in all the right places, the drying cum on his abdomen giving his skin a glimmer it didn't have before.
“Miss me already?” Minho laughed, reaching for his boxers and sliding them on.
Rolling his eyes, Jonghyun buried his face into the fluffy pillow again. “Fuck off.”
He heard Minho go to the kitchen, heard the tap run, and then Minho was back at the bed, sitting on the edge and pulling on his pants. Jonghyun rolled over onto his side, eyeing Minho curiously, before talking again.
“Why did we fuck?”
Minho arched a brow at Jonghyun, as if he couldn't believe Jonghyun asked that question, like Jonghyun should have known why all along.
“Because you wanted to,” Minho said, smirking and standing up, looping his belt to his pants. “Since the first day we met.”
“That's-!” Jonghyun managed to look scandalized instead of embarrassed.
“It's alright, hyung.” Minho bent over the bed, fists pressed into the mattress, shoulders and biceps flexing as he leaned to Jonghyun and got close enough to press a patronizing kiss to Jonghyun's forehead. “Although usually it's first-graders that sabotage their crush at every opportunity, not grown-up, successful men.”
Jonghyun hit Minho's elbow, making him lose his balance a bit and stand up straight with a laugh. The elder flopped back down onto the bed and grumbled incoherently, mostly curses towards Minho and his perfect body and his stupid face and his damn acting career.
“You're obnoxious, Jonghyun,” Minho said, finally putting on his shirt and grabbing a few more blueberries from the bowl at the table. “By the way, there's a company meeting in the hour. See you there.”
“I fucking hate you,” Jonghyun groused as Minho left his room.
Really.
Why did Minho exist.
The door shut and Jonghyun smirked against the pillows.
“I win~”
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