J.A.E.S.U. [Chapter - 3]
Title: J.A.E.S.U. (Just After Every Slut's Underwear)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: ...Disclaim is not in my vocabulary 8D
Length: [3/?]
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?
A/N: Meh muses finally found some Skittles! :D
1 - B.E.T. || 2a - H.A.T.E. || 2b - P.O.R.N. || 2c - P.L.A.N.S. ||
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F.R.AT. (From Rebels, Accusers and Tests)
I feel like a stalker.
And that he was, lurking outside the freshmen dorms in the morning pacing around just on the other side of a hedge, trying and failing to look as if he had something incredibly important to do in that very spot as campus buses stopped nearby and vomited students who passed by and looked at him in a mixture of curiosity and a burning craving to exist near his presence.
This was the second time in two days Jaejoong had to wait around for this kid to miraculously appear out of thin air. He never waited for anyone. And Kibum was too engrossed in his booming iPod when he told Jaejoong forty minutes ago that he had seen Junsu coming and going from T.O.P. Hall lately.
How did that mean that this was Junsu’s dorm? Kibum probably couldn’t even hear Jaejoong when he asked and thought he said, “Where’s the nearest bathroom?”
Jaejoong was beginning to wonder if this whole bet was a waste of time. He was a third year student. He had better things to do with his life than get guys for the sport of it. He had his future to plan for.
What exactly he wanted for the future was still a complete mystery, but at least he was getting a good, higher level of education under his belt. Right? And he didn’t need to prove to Heechul or anyone else that he was worth anything. Right? He could still respect himself if he didn’t have his one talent, his one ounce of pride to measure his own value.
Right?
A couple of graduate students walked by Jaejoong’s conspicuous spot lingering like a very good looking shadow in front of the dorm. You could tell the graduate students from the undergrads because they always had a mini library’s worth of books tucked under one arm and some kind of exotic latte in the other.
Both were tall, had sizable shoulders, dark hair, good skin, one with dark eyes, one with light. Not bad.
Jaejoong allowed his intense gaze to linger on the two, imagining the heat of his stare teasing their wishes and stroking and petting the inside walls of their minds. They returned Jaejoong’s gaze, smiling and exchanging knowing looks, before passing by at a slowed pace and reluctantly disappearing around the corner.
A tiny smirk flickered on Jaejoong’s plump lips. See? I’ve still got it.
The gods congratulated his small victory with the winded feeling of being plowed into by some unforeseen force from behind, which also let out a sharp, high pitched squeak on collision, and landed him face first on the concrete.
What the-?
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! So sorry. Are you okay?”
If okay meant thoroughly pissed, then sure, Jaejoong was okay.
“What is wrong with-“ Jaejoong angrily snapped his head up to take a good look at the clumsy jerk who had just forced him into a face plant. Whoever it was had just destroyed all possibilities of Jaejoong ever giving him his trademark smoky stare in a dark bedroom, both of them tangled in silky, black sheets. A familiar pair of wide, apologetic eyes stared wordlessly back at him.
“-You.” Jaejoong finished in a softer tone. Just his luck. If he was going to succeed in this bet, he was going to have to acquire patience, sensitivity, and some serious acting skills. All of which, Jaejoong already had.
“Are you okay? You’re not dead? I’m incredibly sorry,” Junsu pleaded with his arms flailing madly.
Jaejoong let an easy smile spread across his face. “I will be okay if you help me up.”
Frantically, Junsu tugged at Jaejoong until he was properly re-erected.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Junsu’s fingers twisted the hem of shirt apprehensively. “I’m just clumsy and I wanted to catch a bus to the dining hall and it was about to leave when I came out here, so I just took off and you-“
“It’s fine,” Jaejoong forced a laugh to hide his growing petulance. “In fact, I’m the one that should be saying sorry.”
Junsu looked puzzled. “For what?”
“For yesterday,” Jaejoong let out a sigh for effect. “Look, I didn’t mean to get off on the wrong foot…”
Junsu’s brow remained wrinkled. “Yesterday? Wait…have I met you before?”
A sharp pang stabbed Jaejoong in the chest and he fought the urge to kick Junsu’s round butt across campus. He forgot? More importantly. He forgot Jaejoong?
Jaejoong laughed again, only this time it sounded more maniacal. “That’s funny. You…you can’t be serious, right?”
Junsu looked blankly back at him. Jaejoong mentally punched himself in the gut.
“Ha. That happens sometimes,” Jaejoong babbled. “Sometimes you wake up in the morning and you think, ‘what did I do last night?’ I get that a lot, but it’s fine. Really. It’s better that you don’t remember. In fact-“
Junsu’s face opened wide as he suddenly snapped his fingers. “Oh! Yeah, you’re um…um…”
Don’t kill him. Don’t kill him. Jaejoong’s pasted smile wavered.
“Jaejoong! That’s right,” Junsu smiled brightly as if he had just solved a difficult math problem. “You were…Oh! In the library, you molested that guy, right?”
Jaejoong didn’t answer. The icy stare he was giving Junsu wasn’t exactly all the way completely sub-zero as he fought within himself to stay positive, but something his mother had told him all the time as a child rang through his head: “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all…”
A milder version of the puzzled look on Junsu’s face returned. “So…what are you doing here?”
Instantly, Jaejoong’s waned smile brightened. “Oh, I was just concerned about you. You know, adjusting and all to this place, so I was wondering if you were interested in Greek life.”
“Ah, no. Not really…”
Jaejoong braced himself. He was fully prepared to verbally bombard this guy with solid reasons why he should do whatever he said without comment, complaint or discussion.
“Well, you’ve been cordially invited to join the Delta Beta Sigma Gamma fraternity. Some people call it Theta Heta Sigma Kappa, but whatever. It’s awesome either way. You in?”
Junsu looked into Jaejoong’s eyes hesitantly before he responded. “Okay.”
“I know the Greek life may not seem like your scene,” Jaejoong continued vehemently. “But it’s a good college experience. DBSG is really exclusive, so nobody but anybody gets in. Especially on invitation.”
“Um, I said okay…”
“Really. You’ll have all the girls in your lap by, oh, say the end of the week. Or all the guys, if you swing that way.”
“Jaejoong?”
“Yeah, yeah. I know what you’re thinking. That you’re inferior to the rest of the guys in the fraternity and you won’t fit in and…you are. But I assure you that once you’re in, you’ll no longer feel that way. I have connections with a lot of the guys, so I’ll make sure you blend in nicely.”
“Jaejoong. Yes.”
“And another thing- Wait,” Jaejoong looked up at Junsu in surprise. “Did you just say yes?”
“Yeah, like a decade ago…”
Jaejoong grinned and nodded his head approvingly. He was so good at this. Who needs Heechul? Jaejoong could pull this off in his sleep. “Sweet. Follow me and I’ll rock your college world.”
*
“Did you bring the whip, strawberries, chocolate dip, cylindrical back massager, banana, rope, gag, Vaseline, hand cuffs, and rubber bands?”
Kangin sighed and looked left to right to make sure no one in the room was paying attention. “…Yeah. So, uh. I don’t know how to say this, but, ummm…Why?”
An easy smile etched on Jaejoong’s face as miscellaneous frat boys mingled around the room murmuring congenially about the events they were ordered to participate in, he leaned in closer to Kangin’s ear. “You owe me.”
Puzzled, Kangin ran a hand through his hair while shaking his head. “Dude, just tell me what you’re doing this for? And why do you need us? What’s with all that junk you made me buy? Is that so hard to-“
“Oh, I see. That’s fine. I guess I’ll just go say hi to Donghae and chat about the weather and the football game coming up this Saturday and-Oh! About you’re little secret boyfriend stashed away in California somewhere-“ Flippantly, Jaejoong took a few steps away from the larger man, fully expecting two also large hands to clamp down on his shoulders and wield him back.
And they did. Quite roughly.
Kangin opened his mouth to berate the other just as Sungmin walked by the two and waved. A new smile suddenly appeared as Kangin smiled and waved back and commented on how great Sungmin’s pink shirt was looking today.
Once they were relatively alone again, Kangin lowered his voice. “Do not talk about Leeteuk in public. I have a reputation around here, okay? Fine. No more questions. Happy?”
Jaejoong’s eyebrow inched into his long bangs amusedly. “You hate Sungmin.”
“What’s your point?!”
“Oh, so cranky. I bet you wish Teukie hyung had never agreed to study abroad…”
“Shut up! Just get your stupid friend ready. HEY! STOP TALKING AND LOOK OVER HERE!!”
The moderate hum of animated conversation reverberating throughout the room came to sudden halt as everyone in the room turned to shoot stunned stares at Kangin’s fuming countenance.
He cleared his throat. “Oh. Um. Okay. Hello, brothers of the DBSG. Glad to see you’re all here. Shall we get crackin’? Brothers, 13eyond your imagination!”
Without warning, all the men except Jaejoong and Junsu throughout the room of the frat house decked out in deep purple plush sofas and a polished wood floor twisted their fingers into a strange symbol that only made sense to those who were cool enough to know and exploded, “UNTIL THE RISING SUN, WE PLEDGE OUR HEARTS, MINDS AND SOULS TO THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE PURPLE LINE!”
Junsu remained motionless on the other side of the room, while Jaejoong let out an amiable laugh and clapped his hands together. “That was great! Now, down to business-“
“AND UNTIL WE LOOK INTO THE MIRROR AND SEE THE WONDER BOY GLOWING BACK LIKE A SHINING STAR, WE MUST RESET OUR ATTITUDES UNTIL A MIRACLE GIVES OUR TWINS A HEARTQUAKE!”
Jaejoong jumped a little as the multitude of low voices around him boomed in unison. “O…kay. Now that that’s over, we can-“
“SORRY, SORRY AS WE GIVE OUR LAST FAREWELL TO THE SUNSET GLOW! THE RAINISM COMMENDS US AS WE SET OUT INTO THE SHINEE WORLD AND NOBODY, NOBODY BUT YOU CAN REMEMBER!”
“When does this stupid chant end-“
“WHATEVER THEY SAY, TONIGHT WE WILL RIDE ON TO ZION 9,095 TIMES AND SHARE THE WORLD WITHOUT DARKNESS EYES AND BE THE LAST ANGELS TO KISS THE BABY SKY!”
Jaejoong paused and cast a pissed look at a very bewildered Junsu as if this whole situation was his fault.
“NO?! HI YA YA YA, DELTA BETA SIGMA GAMMA!”
There was long silence as Jaejoong looked at the other grinning men, expecting another outburst to finish their long, long, extremely long brotherhood chant. He only realized they were all staring at him intently when Heechul cleared his throat loudly.
Jaejoong blinked. “Oh. Are you done?”
“Uh, yeah…” Kangin threw a simmering glare at his blackmailer.
The same imperceptively fake smile flashed across Jaejoong’s face. “I’m sure Kangin and Heechul have to told you all about the newest potential member of the THSK.”
“Um,” Donghae interrupted. “Most people call us DBSG.”
“Whatever,” Jaejoong said snappishly. “Everyone is here to welcome Junsu.” At the mention of his name, Jaejoong grabbed the other by the arm, yanked him closer to his body and draped his arms around his shoulders in mock possessiveness. “Let’s all play nice, okay?”
Kangin cleared his throat, while Junsu attempted to wiggle himself away from his captor. “The events of today are for the purpose of welcoming our specially invited prospective member into our fraternity. But”
Junsu sucked in a breath at the last word and Jaejoong fought back a self-satisfied chuckle.
“He must be tested first. Everyone into the conference room for questioning.”
Like a large herd of exceptionally hot guys, they all mobilized as a unit through the wide, grand doorway of a spacious room with shining wood panels and no furniture, save for the long table with numerous chairs placed evenly apart on one side of it and a lone chair out in the middle of the room. Jaejoong practically shoved Junsu into the solitary chair and sauntered with the rest to his seat in the middle between Kangin and Heechul.
“Okay, since you’re the one that introduced us to this new specimen,” Heechul smirked once seated. “Why don’t you begin, Kim.”
Ignoring Heechul’s barely contained glee, Jaejoong locked eyes with Junsu across the room and leaned forward.
“First question. Are you a virgin?”
Junsu literally choked on his saliva and spent the next few minutes trying to breathe as the group looked on with straight faces hiding away bursts of laughter that threatened to bubble up. They had no idea why Jaejoong, who wasn’t even in the fraternity, had requested that they assist him, but they all knew him well enough (Some knew him way too well) to know that anything involving him was bound to be loads of fun. So far so good.
“What-“ Junsu choked, sending bits of spittle everywhere. “What kind of question is that for a fraternity?!”
“You wanted to join, so answer the question.”
“Hello?! You asked me to come here.”
“So, are you a virgin or not?” Shindong pressed, but everyone already knew the answer. Information like that is just written all over you.
Junsu squirmed in his seat for a while avoiding eye contact (especially Jaejoong’s burning stare) before finally submitting. “Yeah…I’m a virgin.”
“Oh, that’s sweet,” Seungri said in a voice completely devoid of sarcasm, but with an expression dripping in it.
“Hmmm, yeah, it is,” Heechul mused. “I used to be one of those.”
“Yeah, before you molested Siwon,” Kangin snorted.
“Hey!” Siwon blushed and sank in his chair.
Heechul huffed. “Whatever, King Kang. Next question. What-“
“Oh! Let me ask this one!” Sungmin shot his hand into the air excitedly.
Kangin rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively. “Go ahead.”
“Okay,” Sungmin’s bright face melted until it was completely serious. “What professor did you have to give a lap dance in order to get into this school?”
The brown eyes of the target on the opposite side of the room fell out of his head. “I-I didn’t give any lap dances.”
“Then how’d you get in? This university doesn’t just let in any loser off the street,” Kyuhyun demanded.
“I-I” Junsu stuttered. “I got in on…intelligence…”
“Oh, that’s commendable,” Seungri said in a completely serious voice with a nod that was completely unserious.
“Yeah, it really is. You don’t know how many professors Jaejoong had to sleep with to get into this school,” Heechul snickered.
“Hey! I had good SAT scores,” Jaejoong protested. And he had only slept with one. He just blew the others.
“I heard you had a pretty good tongue, too,” Kyuhyun teased.
“Where’d you hear that? Oh, you were screaming it when you begged me to take you under the bleachers at the basketball game,” Jaejoong snapped.
Kangin slapped a hand on Jaejoong’s sensitive back. “It’s okay, man. We all know how you keep your good grades in this place. It’s not a secret. Just…let it go.”
“Actually…how did Kangin get in?” Donghae pondered innocently, earning a scorching glare from the man in question.
“That’s easy. He just threatened the dean,” Jaejoong smirked in Kangin’s face while he fumed wordlessly.
“Um, do most fraternities admit new members like this?” Junsu piped quietly.
“Okay, we got off topic,” Heechul said after finally recovering from uncontrollable laughter. “Next question.”
“What’s your ultimate fantasy?” Kyuhyun asked with a knowing smile.
Junsu’s face brightened. “Well, it has always been my dream to join NASA. So, after I earn a degree in physics and astronomy, I plan on studying abroad in America so I can further my pursuit of exploring the galaxies and discovering new worlds.” He took a breath and beamed at his spectators who stared blankly back at him.
“No. We mean cross-dressing, role playing, voyeurism, rough play, threesomes, double penetration, public sex,” Jaejoong barked and then added with a smile, “BDSM.”
This time Junsu choked and had his eyes fall out of his head.
“You look like a leather and whip man to me,” Kangin said thoughtfully and the others nodded in agreement.
“Next question. What’s your policy?” Heechul continued.
“My…policy?” Junsu’s eyes squinted suspiciously.
“Yeah. Condom or no condom? And if so, what flavor?”
This time Junsu choked, had his eyes fall out of his head and his soul momentarily departed from the land of the living.
“I prefer bubblegum-flavored,” Sungmin chirped.
“But I just said I was a virgin,” At this point, Junsu sounded as if he was out of breath.
“That doesn’t matter,” Heechul explained. “Some guys like to jack off with one on because it makes you last longer. So…condom or no condom?”
Junsu’s fingers fidgeted in his lap for a moment while the others waited apprehensively for a response.
“I…I’ve never…done that…”
There a long, long period of silence where the others simply continued staring as they were still waiting for a proper response. Finally, Kangin spoke up.
“You’ve…never stroked yourself in the bathroom with a Playgirl magazine? I mean-Playboy magazine…”
Junsu blinked uneasily. “No…”
Suddenly the room erupted.
“He’s-he’s not a man,” Kyuhyun said.
“How is he still alive?” Shindong said.
“I just didn’t think it was physically possible to go so long without…” Sungmin said.
“It’s murder,” Siwon said.
“Oh, how…sad,” Seungri said.
“Even I’ve touched myself…” Donghae said.
“Heck, I do it every day,” Kangin said.
“Because of Hankyung, I have to do it every day,” Heechul grumbled.
Without a word, Jaejoong stood up and walked over to Junsu still seated in the lone chair. He took the back of the seat and dragged it across the room with Junsu still struggling powerlessly in it and jerked it into a smaller room, more like a closet, while locking the door.
Jaejoong couldn’t control the smile creeping onto his face as he caught Junsu’s terrified gaze. Nobody (That means No. Body.) could resist what Jaejoong was about to do to Junsu. No matter how much they screamed and fought and begged to stop, Jaejoong always knew they really wanted more. And he always continued until that was what they bleated unintelligibly, sweating in his hands.
He spotted the bag of goodies Kangin had promised to leave inside the room earlier and quickly took the rope out and tied Junsu to the chair.
“Is-is this part of the test?” Junsu croaked, wide-eyed.
“A little bit,” Jaejoong smirked as his hand reemerged from the bag with a long, silver rod. He flicked the switch and it began vibrating ominously. Junsu’s mouth dropped.
“So, Junsu,” Jaejoong’s voice dropped to a husky rumble as he kneeled down until his lips were grazing up and down the younger man’s neck and he teasingly brushed the side of his arm with the make-shift vibrator. “You like being controlled, don’t you?”
“Jaejoong, just let me go,” Junsu wiggled urgently against the rope, but it proved futile.
“No?” Jaejoong widened his eyes in mock surprise and he nipped at a jugular. “Then you just like to play hard to get before letting a man ravish you until you forget how to speak Korean.”
The other gulped and gulped again. “Jaejoong…”
“We’re alone now…” Jaejoong slowly undid Junsu’s pants.
He gulped again and again until his throat was dry. “Seriously. I’m sorry if I offended you in some way that would make you do this for revenge, but…please don’t…”
“You won’t be saying that for long,” Jaejoong grinned. The ones that fought their inner voice always did this. But Jaejoong could show them pleasure they’d never imagined. And he liked the challenge.
“Uh, yes I will,” Junsu let out an empty, terrified laugh.
“Yah, Junsu. What if I licked you?” Jaejoong rubbed the vibrator on the side of the younger man’s neck.
“Ummm…….”
“Junsu, what if I poured chocolate sauce…all over you?”
“Jaej-“ His voice hitched as the device was dragged across one of his nipples. “G-get away from me…”
“Junsu, what if whipped you so hard, you went insane?” The vibrator migrated to Junsu’s bellybutton.
“You…have a whip?”
“Junsu, what if I sucked you so hard, I made you cum five times in a row?”
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t.”
“Junsu, what if I was a horse? Would you ride me?” The vibrator traveled over Junsu’s hip and down to his knee.”
“I don’t really like animals of burden…”
“Junsu, what if I you went hoarse calling my name?” The vibrator slowly made it’s way up Junsu’s thigh.
“I-I’m still not a fan of animals of burden…”
“Junsu, what if I stole your virginity?” The vibrator wandered into Junsu’s inner thigh.
“Oh, that’s not really necessary…”
“Junsu, what if I shoved this in your-“
“STOP IT!”
Without further warning, Junsu landed a powerful kick on Jaejoong’s shin and sent the man howling and writhing on the floor. He twisted and squirmed in his seat until he could slide his upper body up the back of the chair, with the ropes still bound and stood up.
Ropes encircling his chest and the older man crying out in pain on the floor, Junsu stomped toward the door, unlocked it and stormed out. About eight men staggered into the entrance at the sudden opening of the door they had their ears pressed to and fell into a clump on the floor.
There was an awkward pause where the fraternity members tried and failed not to look as if they were eavesdropping, Heechul doubled over laughing his lungs out and Jaejoong simply lay on the wooden floor glaring icily at the rest of them.
Finally, Kangin shoved a hand through his hair and clapped twice. “Okay, guys. Nothing to see here. Don’t you guys have an exam to take or something?”
Grumbling in disappointment, the others groaned, but finally left the fraternity house to the remaining two. Heechul, however, winked at Jaejoong before finally parting with the rest.
Now it was just the two of them. Kangin. Jaejoong on the floor.
“So…” Kangin started awkwardly.
“I know you heard, douche bag,” Jaejoong snarled, still sprawled on the floor.
“Yeah…about that… So is that like the first time?”
“First time…what?” Jaejoong challenged and found the energy to stand up and straighten himself out despite his throbbing leg.
“Well,” Kangin appeared caught in a trap but continued anyway. “No one says no. To you. Not that I know of. I mean, I’m only a third year, and the two years you've been here were like...not like that...so, like…what… I don’t know…”
“Surprise, surprise,” the other scoffed and turned to leave with what remaining dignity he had left.
“Have you met your match? I mean…did you…lose?”
The breath in Jaejoong’s chest got caught somewhere between his bowels and his throat. This could not be happening. Was someone…doubting him?
“Please,” Jaejoong snorted. “I was only messing with that kid. Just wanted to screw with the little freshman’s mind. Let him know the rules. Besides, I’m way out of his league.” No need to mention the bet.
Kangin was silent and Jaejoong took it as a sign to leave. Just before closing the door behind him, he turned back.
“And if anyone asks, I broke up with Yunho. Just so you know.”
Without further explanation, digression or reason, he walked out into the sun with his head held high.
At least he could pretend to be confident.
Chapter 4
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Five bonus cookies goes to the first fangirl who can identify all the songs mentioned in the frat boy chant and their artists! 8D