J.A.E.S.U. [Chapter - 2a]
Title: J.A.E.S.U. (Just After Every Slut's Underwear)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: ...Disclaim is not in my vocabulary 8D
Length: [2/?]
Pairings: Jaesu, Hanchul, (YooSu???) o.O
Genre: Romantic comedy
Rating: PG-13 (Some dialogue and stuff...)
Summary: Jaejoong has always been the dumper, never the dumpee. One could call him a player, but he prefers a more accurate name. A professional. But when his latest love interest suddenly turns his back on him, he begins to question whether he's lost his game. After agreeing to a bet with his good friend Kim Heechul, Jaejoong's newest challenge is the virgin new guy, Junsu. In this new territory, can Jaejoong withhold his reputation and claim this Junsu person as his own? Will he want to let go once the bet is over?
1 - B.E.T. ||
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H.A.T.E. (Having Arrogance Takes Energy)
I just saw that kid pass by here like ten minutes ago. If he’s not back in the next point oh, oh, five seconds, I’m leaving.
Jaejoong had made himself comfortable standing in the middle of the Student Learning Center as curious college students noisily passed by. He hadn’t been there for too long, but there was already a pattern among his eager passersby: Walk, talk, look, walk, stare, whisper, stare, wave, giggle, walk.
Jaejoong casually ignored the fact that it wasn’t just the female students following the pattern that everyone consistently followed once within a five meter radius of his location in the center of the hall.
But Jaejoong had learned to block it all out a long time ago since the attention he drew wasn’t always positive. Although, usually it was overwhelmingly in his favor. But often he’d hear bits of conversations about how he sold his body to hungry old men in back alleys to pay for an extravagant lifestyle of cars, yachts, and over priced designer clothes.
How ridiculous, Jaejoong carelessly hooked a thumb through a belt loop and skillfully avoided any undeserved eye contact. Not only are pervy old men forbidden to exist within three miles of Jaejoong’s pants, but he always took the bus.
After a few more minutes of fruitless waiting in the middle of the noisy hall, he lazily began to wonder if Heechul would call off the bet if his target had fallen off the face of the earth.
“Eu kyang kyang! Sorry.”
What kind of animal was that? Jaejoong thought vaguely and whipped his head in the direction of his prey of the week. Gotcha.
After clumsily running into a guy buried into his bright pink PSP, Junsu’s blushing face appeared in the sea of nameless people and began bobbing swiftly toward Jaejoong’s station.
Perfect. Just a few more seconds. Wait…
“Hey-! Can I help you?”Before Junsu could avoid the sudden outstretched hand that flashed in the corner of his eye, Jaejoong had wrapped his slender fingers around his wrist and smoothly, yet firmly pulled Junsu into each other’s personal space.
As if on cue, a smile like velvet unfolded on Jaejoong’s lips and his fingers lingered around Junsu’s wrist for a moment too long before finally taking it away.
“Can I help you?” Jaejoong’s smile grew more playful as he locked eyes with Junsu’s in an intense telepathic invitation to Come right in.
“What?!” Junsu shouted over the roar of students gossiping, laughing and losing themselves in their iPods.
Jaejoong took the opportunity to lean in, oh so close to Junsu, tickling his ear with the gentle caresses of his breath and teasing him with the warmth of his body. “Do you need help?”
His smile turned into a knowing smirk when the other responded by leaning in even closer to Jaejoong’s ear with the same quiet passion and parted his lips to say, “WHAT?!!”
Jaejoong wasn’t quite sure if the blood rushing to his head was because of the growing bewildered rage or because his eardrum had shattered.
Clamping his mouth shut to seal away any bubbling nasty comments, Jaejoong took hold of Junsu’s wrist again and pulled him back towards the wall, away from the bustling crowd. He wasn’t even sure why the building was so full that morning, but he decided to blame it on some kind of freshmen activity fair.
They waited.
Without a word, Jaejoong simply stood an arm hair’s length away from Junsu, close enough to make the other’s entire body blush in pleasing discomfort and far enough to make him want more. He kept his dark eyes trained on Junsu’s face as if it held the answer to life’s purpose deep within the pores, occasionally letting his gaze flit up and down the other’s body appetizingly. So far so good.
But rather than appearing so delightfully bashful at Jaejoong’s heaven-blessed presence so near to him that it would inspire a full body blush, Junsu looked more annoyed. Once the crowd began to thin out, he took a large step away from Jaejoong and cocked his eyebrow at the other man.
Ignoring the other’s body language, Jaejoong smiled lazily and practically moaned, “It’s so hard.”
“W-what?”
“So hard,” Jaejoong licked his lips, fighting a mischievous smile. “You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to get into this college. I’ve seen you around a couple times-Junsu, right? I’m Jaejoong. You must be pretty smart.”
“Oh. Yeah…” Junsu seemed to breathe a small sigh of relief.
“Was it difficult getting yourself to come?” Jaejoong fought back laughter as the younger man struggled with the saliva now stuck in the back of his throat. This kid was too easy mess with. He had a motto. Well, several, actually, but one of them was, Easy to screw with his mind, easy to screw from behind.
“Um, yeah. I was studying abroad in Japan…”
“Was it hard and long?”
“Uh…”
“How was the flight? You know, I have a friend from the soccer team who flew in a plane for the first time in his life and it seriously stroked his nerves. The experience really rubbed him off the wrong way.”
“Uh-huh…”
“He said he was so, so stiff, but I personally think he likes it rough.”
“Okay, enough!”
The outburst smacked the widening smile off Jaejoong’s face and he just stared at the other as he crossed his arms and glared back at Jaejoong.
“You may think I’m just a dumb freshman who will let some upperclassman jerk take advantage of him, but that’s not me. So keep walking.”
For a fraction of a second, Jaejoong’s eyes widened in surprise, then darkened. No one raised their voice to him. No one. And he was getting a little tired of these sad little boys who assumed the world didn’t revolve around Jaejoong. News flash.
“Watch your mouth, freshman, or you’re gonna have to watch your toothbrush instead.” Jaejoong nearly growled.
Junsu rolled his eyes. “Please. Juvenile pranks? I thought I applied to an elite university of higher education. I’m sorry, maybe I should go back to Tokyo.”
“Yeah, you try and see how many people who actually matter try to bring you back.”
“Oh, I don’t need to come back. But since I’ve already paid tuition, I guess I’m stuck here.”
“You don’t know how much that makes me want to go slit my wrists right now.”
“Please do.”
“Punk.”
“Whore.”
The two glared daggers, knifes, bullets, bombs, and other weapons of choice into each other’s sockets as the few students still milling around, stared at them both, wondering what smooth-talking Jaejoong was doing verbally assaulting a freshman.
“I bet you don’t even know where the library is,” Junsu muttered under his breath hotly and turned to walk away.
Jaejoong spun him around by the shoulders. “What was that, cockface?”
Junsu’s almond-shaped eyes narrowed. “LI-BUH-RARE-EE. I need to find one of those so I can buy a textbook, but seeing as you can’t even understand Korean, I don’t see why you would-“
“Shut up. I know what a library is. Do you know what a condom is?”
“Yeah. Do you know what extra small is?”
Jaejoong grabbed the other by the collar and slammed him against the wall, ready to make his face a permanent part of the building’s architecture.
No confidence, no confidence.
Jaejoong realized how annoying Heechul’s could be when ringing repeatedly in your head like a broken record.
He loosened his grip around Junsu’s neck, but didn’t let go. Instead he jerked him roughly in another direction, making Junsu trip over his own feet.
“Hey! Where are you taking me?!”
“Library,” Jaejoong said gruffly, not looking Junsu in the face.
“I don’t need help from a sex-deprived Neanderthal,” Junsu wrenched his shirt from Jaejoong’s tight grip and stopped in his tracks, out of breath.
“Help?” Jaejoong spat. “Son, I’m gonna help the crap out of you.”
Again, he grabbed Junsu’s wrist with no hope of the other breaking free and marched off, ignoring the stares of confused passersby.
So far the bet was going well.
Chapter 2b
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