J.A.E.S.U. [Chapter - 2c]
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. || 2a - H.A.T.E. || 2b - P.O.R.N. ||
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P.L.A.N.S.
(Pride Leaves Almost No Seduction)
He stormed out of the library, fumed into the social studies building, and burst into a classroom full of students who in turn, stared as if he were an alien intruder. Which, of course, he kind of was.
There he is.
Ignoring the perturbed professor, Jaejoong grabbed Heechul who had been drooling on his notebook in the back of the classroom and hauled him into the hallway.
“Call it off.”
“Wah…?” Heechul said groggily rubbing his eyes.
“Call off the bet. I’m not touching that moron.”
Heechul blinked a couple of times at his younger friend and he broke out into a slow grin. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone.
“Oh, look. A video message from Hankyung,” Heechul said giddily.
Jaejoong’s face blanched when Heechul stuck the screen of the cell phone into his face. On the device, he could see himself turning a slight shade of pink and narrowing his eyes as Junsu mouthed off in a similar speech that Jaejoong could hatefully remember only a short while ago in the building where random, faceless people where milling about...watching him. Somehow, his utter failure to capture a man’s lustful desires had been caught on camera. And it was now in Heechul’s hands.
“How did you get this?” He hissed and swiped at the black cell phone.
Heechul swiftly moved his hand from harm’s way and stuck the phone back in his pocket.
“You don’t pay attention, do you?” Heechul smirked. “I have connections. One of which is madly in love with me and would try to set the Han River on fire if I asked him to.”
“Yeah? I guess that makes up for the fact that he still won’t put his lips anywhere near you,” Jaejoong sneered.
Heechul huffed in a flash of anger. “Shut up, Kim! He wants to take it slow!”
“And you’re just dying to go faster. Harder and faster. Deeper and faster,” Jaejoong stepped back and stole Heechul’s lost smirk.
Heechul straightened his back in a effort to regain control of himself. “You just be glad you’re one of my best friends, or else the entire zip code would have had a scandalous video of sexy Kim Jaejoong losing his cool with a spunky little freshman squirt by now.”
Jaejoong scoffed and tried to drown out the echoes of No confidence, no confidence, no confidence in the back of his mind. Anything and anyone was doable. This specimen just had special needs that Jaejoong hasn’t tapped into yet. But he will tap into this chore. And he will tap that.
“So, I take it you’re going to be watching me closely til the end of this week.”
“Nope,” Heechul grinned. “My connections do the watching for me. Just remember: I’m everywhere and no where all at once.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Just get back in class. You coming back to the dorm tonight? I’m making kimchi.”
“Nah, don’t wait up for me. There’s a new Chinese movie Hankyung wants me to see, so he’s giving me a ride to his place for a while.”
“Yeah, and you know you just want to ride him on home.”
“Shut up!”
Once Heechul’s back disappeared inside the classroom once again, Jaejoong took a deep breath and held it while leaning back dismally on the wall.
No confidence.
Jaejoong winced at the thought. He hadn’t lost it. He still had complete confidence. Who cares that the last two men he had come in contact with had totally and wholesomely rejected him? They were just flukes. Freaks of nature. Nonexistent.
He sighed.
It was just that he was now obligated to sleep with a guy he absolutely hated and was showing no signs of falling for Jaejoong’s good looks or charm. Not even jealousy. All the kid had was a big mouth. Hmmm…not afraid to be forceful…
He finally figured him out.
In a flurry, Jaejoong dug his cell phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed a number.
“Hello? Kangin?”
“…Jaejoong?”
“Yeah, I need a favor.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be in class? Actually, I’m in class right now…”
“Just shut up and listen. I need to borrow your frat house for a minute.”
“Why-? Nothing, Professor Jiyong….”
“Hello? Kangin?! You still there?”
“Shhh! Why do you need my fraternity?”
“You owe me.”
“…Jaejoong-“
“You owe me.”
“…F- Sorry, Professor Jiyong. I just coughed… Fine. When do you need it?”
“Tomorrow. And tell Heechul and the others. I may need them for a bit. Who knows?”
“You are one strange amigo, my man.”
“Yeah, but I’m hot. See you later.”
Without waiting for a goodbye, Jaejoong hung up and let out a deep breath.
Okay, Junsu. Let the games begin.
Chapter 3
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I should study more. ^_^ Comments pweeze~