J.A.E.S.U. [Chapter 4 - P.L.A.Y.]
Title: J.A.E.S.U. (Just After Every Slut's Underwear)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: ...Disclaim is not in my vocabulary 8D
Length: [4/?]
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: Yesh! Finally got some inspiration. And I'm home from college for a week. ^_^ Can't wait til fall semester starts. FOOTBALL SEASON! xO
1 - B.E.T. || 2a - H.A.T.E. || 2b - P.O.R.N. || 2c - P.L.A.N.S. || 3 - F.R.A.T. ||
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P.L.A.Y. (Properly Learning About You)
And so the unthinkable happened.
Jaejoong had finally lowered himself to eating processed cafeteria food.
In the bustling dining hall, Jaejoong sat by himself at a round table towards the center, picking at his lasagna. At least, he thought it was lasagna. He didn’t completely understand western food sometimes. Normally, Jaejoong walked to the dorm he shared with Changmin and Heechul to make himself something…edible. But today… He was once told that when you’re cooking, your heart flows through your fingertips and you can taste your feelings in the rice.
Jaejoong felt like crap.
It’s not all fun and games being... Ah, what’s the word? Jaejoong tapped his fork on the side of his plate and stared without blinking at the empty chair opposite of him and thought. That’s right. Desirable. Sultry. A sex god.
Letting out a deep sigh, he slumped down in his seat and propped his feet up in the chair on the other side of the table. At least, it used to be all fun and games. Ever since Yunho and now Junsu, everything in general has just sucked. And not in a good way.
“Um, can I sit here?”
Jaejoong almost slid right out of his chair when he saw two very familiar brown eyes avoiding his gaze nervously and ten equally familiar and nervous fingers wrapped tightly around his trey with a plate of the same generic lasagna Jaejoong had finished picking at eons ago plus a salad drenched in dressing.
He just stared back at the brown haired boy, waiting for him to either dissipate into thin air like a good little kid or kick him in the shin again and storm away.
Junsu eyed the seat opposite from Jaejoong with the other’s feet still lazily perched there with no intention of moving.
“Okay, I’ll sit here,” He settled with a chair adjacent to Jaejoong and began eating with his head down.
Jaejoong let the boy squirm for a while in complete silence under his unyielding stare before deciding to open his mouth.
“Aren’t you going to run away?”
“Huh?” Junsu let a lettuce leaf fall limply back into his plate.
“Aren’t you afraid of me?” Jaejoong was sure he hadn’t even blinked thus far. And Junsu was all too aware of this.
“Ah, no,” He stabbed at the rejected lettuce leaf repeatedly with no result and settled for a tomato, which made him wince once it entered his mouth.
Jaejoong continued to stare at the other wordlessly for hours-or so Junsu thought-while Junsu fumbled around with the food on his plate, blindly eating bits of things he normally deemed unworthy of chewing, but was too nervous to notice a thing like taste.
“Why?” Jaejoong took his feet out of the chair and proceeded to fold them under himself, never once blinking or removing eye contact.
Junsu commenced stabbing a piece of lettuce again.
Jaejoong choked back an impatient groan. “Come on, kid. Before I start touching you again.”
He jumped visibly. “Um, because. You’re the only one that keeps talking to me.”
“And so that whole thing where you completely forgot my name…”
Junsu looked Jaejoong in the eye for the first time with a look of…fright? Overflowing apology?
“I’m so sorry. It was a hectic week moving in and stuff and…I’m stupid. And sorry.”
Jaejoong continued to stare, but now with a hint of disbelief. “…Really?”
“Yeah,” Junsu said quietly and looked back down at his plate. “I’m new, you know…”
“Ah…” He said blandly. Normally Jaejoong was much more articulate than that, but seeing as he had already lost the bet as far as he could tell and this person did not so much as register a faint glimmer on his radar, he failed to see any point in showing off any particular skills in charisma.
But there was another lapse of silence and Jaejoong couldn’t stand watching Junsu cringe any longer.
“Well, some people around here just give off a vibe, you know.”
Something lit up inside Junsu and he looked up from his plate. “Yeah! Like, ‘Don’t touch me, I’m perfect.’”
Jaejoong fought back a tiny, tiny, incredibly microscopic smile. “It’s an elite school, so that happens. You know what you’ve got to do?”
“What?” Now Junsu was leaning in eagerly with wide brown eyes as if Jaejoong held the secrets to the world. Which he kind of did. The secrets to his world, anyway.
“Give someone a really good blowjob and word will get around.”
Junsu’s face after that was like a peculiar rainbow of emotions. First, the blank look of confusion, then a bright splash of realization, followed by the pale, sickly color of trauma, then a dingy green shade of repulsion with just a brief flush of red for stark terror, and finally a bright pink hue of mortification. In this fleeting moment, Jaejoong found Junsu’s emotional range vastly astounding.
It took a while for Junsu to notice one of Jaejoong’s raised eyebrows and the small smirk on his face before he slowly formed a perfect circle with his mouth.
“Ooh. You were joking.”
Jaejoong let his smirk grow wider while the other laughed, but decided to keep the small truth behind what he had said a secret. It certainly wasn’t the only way Jaejoong had gotten his name known around campus-he was good-looking and charming enough to hold his own-but it sure did have its merits.
“So, how did you become so famous around here?” Junsu asked innocently. It took a moment for him to consider his question and he looked back at Jaejoong with mild horror. “Oh, wait… You weren’t joking?”
This was all too amusing for Jaejoong who licked his lips and rested his elbows on the table. “Look, all you have to do is smile and be nice. These are humans you’re dealing with, not science experiments.”
“Oh,” Was all the other said before he looked back down at his plate and proceeded to not eat his chicken.
Another layer of silence washed over them and Jaejoong used the time to study the other. His arms weren’t overly special, but certainly well-built enough to give off a good impression. His hands were clean and appeared able. Able to do what, exactly, was up to him. His face…not bad. And Jaejoong already knew that the trump card Junsu was currently sitting on received A+++++. But why did he seem to radiate something so…average?
“The…the food is pretty good,” Junsu commented in an unnaturally high voice. Promptly after breaking the maddening silence, he let his fork clatter to the floor, giving himself a jolt before clumsily bending down to pick it up. He stared at the plate with the now dirty fork in his hand, realizing his move had proved completely useless and Jaejoong watched in amazement the speed at which his knee bounced under the table.
“Why do you do that?” Jaejoong finally asked.
“Huh? What?” Junsu practically choked.
“That.”
Junsu’s eyes widened even more. “I promise I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“First you’re all cute and innocent and then you go bonkers and kick me in the shin,” The elder said flatly.
Jaejoong had never seen a person blush so fast. He hadn’t even realized there could be a speed to measure the rate of blushing as he watched Junsu flush uncontrollably. He vaguely wondered if the younger man felt any inexplicable light-headedness.
“Um,” Junsu finally found his voice to speak. “My mom always told me not let myself get pushed around.”
“So after she told you that, she must have baked you gingerbread cookies and read you colorful stories before she kissed you goodnight.”
“My mom is in the military,” Junsu replied seriously. “I haven’t actually seen her in person since middle school, but she talked to me on the phone when she could.”
“Oh,” Jaejoong said simply. “Your dad?”
“Mmmmm…” Junsu mused. “He was the one that baked me cookies and read me stories at night. He was a stay-at-home dad for a while when I was younger.”
Jaejoong shook his head before stating bluntly, “That’s just twisted.”
The other let out a laugh that Jaejoong thought reminded him of some sort of animal. Maybe if some kind of underwater mammal could laugh. What was it…?
“I know. And your parents?”
“Adopted.”
Junsu’s eyes went wide for the hundredth time that day. “Your parents?”
“Me.”
“Oh.”
An obnoxious buzzing sound emitting from Jaejoong’s back pocket interrupted before any more awkward silence could ensue. Jaejoong rolled his eyes with a smirk at the name blinking on the display of his phone. A personal call would be much more fun than a text message.
Click.
“Dude.” The voice sounded a bit distressed.
“Yo.” Jaejoong growled playfully.
“The reason I texted you is because I’m in class,” The caller hissed in a hushed tone.
Laughing, Jaejoong shifted positions with his cell phone and watched Junsu who was again avoiding eye contact and picking at his lettuce, now with a clean spoon. “Wus up, Yoochun?”
“My blood pressure,” Yoochun whispered in a clipped tone. “
“You in trouble yet?” Jaejoong let a raised eyebrow graze his bangs.
There was a pause. “No… The professor walked out and the T.A. has a hangover. I’m taking an exam.”
“Then why are you texting me, cheater?”
Yoochun let out a stifled groan. “I wasn’t texting you to cheat, I was texting you to see if you wanted to go to field day later.”
“And right before you texted me, you texted Daesung to get the answers he found from the library he’s hiding in right now,” Junsu watched Jaejoong’s smirk grow wider and wider.
Yoochun breathed deeply into the phone before answering. “What’s your point? I didn’t call him. Oh, wait. He’s texting me back…”
Jaejoong waited patiently while the other metaphorically spat on the university’s honor code and eyed Junsu who was still silently picking at his food. Or rather his now empty plate. That kid eats fast.
“I so passed this thing,” Yoochun muttered. “Anyway, I’ll be done in about ten minutes, so you want to go to field day?”
“Why would I want to go outside in the heat to watch a bunch of sweaty guys run around with balls and toys?”
Jaejoong could almost hear the greasy smile on the other line. “You know you liked every word of what you just said.”
He licked his lips. “Yeah. And you know the rise in your pants absolutely loved what I just said.”
There was a low chuckle. “You’re right. So, see you there?”
“I don’t think…” Today had been a long failure of a day and it was only lunch time. He wasn’t sure if he could…
He looked over at Junsu, still poking his fork into his empty plate, and bit his lip thoughtfully. A picture of Heechul’s maddeningly smug laughing face flashed through his mind. Maybe one more shot at this bet, and then…
“Actually, I’ll see you there in fifteen.”
“Cool, babe,” The response before he thumbed the end button was short and sweet, which is how he knew Jaejoong liked it.
Jaejoong flipped the phone shut and leaned forward slightly across the table. “Hey, you want to escort me somewhere?” He purred with a teasing smile.
“Um…” Junsu seemed as if wasn’t exactly sure what to make of this new language called, Jaejoong.
“Eh, that’s okay,” Jaejoong sat back and feigned defeat, perfectly concealing his growing grin beneath a pout. “It’s only if you like sports and you don’t really strike me as a tackle football and ultimate Frisbee man…”
However, Junsu’s eyes turned to liquid brown saucers. “I. Love. Sports.”
So, do I, Jaejoong smiled and stood up from the table. Sports don’t always have to include equipment and sweat. Sometimes all you needed were a couple of willing participants and an unquestionable amount of skill and perseverance.
“Heh. Let’s go.”
***
Yoochun was right.
The intramural sports fields on the far side of campus were swarming with running, sweating men. Jaejoong liked it.
There were a couple of girls warming up on the field, as he noted his study buddy, Boa zipping around through the grass. His real study buddy. His “study” buddy had been recently Kyuhyun whenever he felt the two needed a moment to…relax around the week of finals. But Jaejoong only messed around when he was briefly single. When he had another toy to claim by his side, he only teased his “study” partner a bit. All equally as fun and equally as useless in terms of academia.
As Jaejoong and Junsu stood off to the side waiting for their host to finish cheating on an exam, the silence prevailed once again. But Jaejoong liked awkward silence when necessary. Under close scrutiny, Jaejoong's watchful eye could notice tiny bits of a person’s true nature leak out while the other squirmed ineptly under his stare. He observed Junsu.
He seemed vaguely aware of the silence that hung over them, but for the most part, Junsu was engrossed in his surroundings. He gazed wide-eyed at the various activities around him and Jaejoong noticed with an inward laugh the way his ears perked up ever so slightly at the sound of a ball being kicked from a distance.
Intelligent with a shy side, yet a hint of an adventurous spirit with a bundle of unexpended energy and curiosity, Jaejoong concluded with a slight nod. Heechul had dangerously underestimated him.
They loitered around for a few minutes more before Jaejoong decided he had collected all the information he needed. He opened his mouth ready to start conversation again until he sensed that the other had slipped into a separate state of consciousness and no longer registered that Jaejoong was even there.
This guy would rather have sex with soccer than with me, he thought huffily before a pair of arms slithered around his waist and a greasy smile attached itself behind his ear.
“Jae…” Yoochun growled in satisfaction that Jaejoong had actually accepted the sudden attack from behind without thwacking him yet for entrance without invitation.
Jaejoong reveled in the sliver of well-needed, well-deserved attention until Junsu seemed once again to register his existence and stared at the two in unrestrained awe.
“Okay, let go now,” Jaejoong sighed and tugged at the arms that remained firmly wrapped around his waist. He didn’t need Junsu getting any more wrong ideas for the remainder of this week. Even if most of those ideas were actually right.
“Come on, Yoochun, let go,” He demanded with more force, but the arms never loosened. In fact, they tightened and the other stubbornly placed a kiss on his neck.
“I miss this,” Yoochun moaned into his neck.
“What?” Jaejoong snapped. “Annoying me or getting in my pants?”
“Mmmmm, both,” Jaejoong could feel the smile curl against his skin and thrashed even more.
“Looks like you’re only succeeding in one department today.”
“I’ll be back tomorrow, then,” He breathed hot air into Jaejoong’s ear and a couple of guys tossing around a baseball nearby tried their best not to notice and risk letting themselves dissolve in jealousy.
“Don’t feel so special. You’re not the only one that knows the rules.”
“What? Your ‘never go back for seconds’ policy?” Yoochun grinned.
“And the fine print…”
“’Unless both parties agree to no strings attached at the dominant party’s discretion.’ Dominant party being you.”
“Well, you don’t have to make it sound like lawyer dribble,” Jaejoong rolled his eyes, pulling himself as far as possible from the other’s overheated warmth.
“That’s my major, Jae babe. ” He nibbled on the top of Jaejoong’s ear, making Junsu turn away blushing. “And you only officially went out with me for two and a half weeks. I just don’t think that was a fair amount of playtime.”
“Oh, you had plenty of time to play when I caught you in bed with what’s-his-face.”
“Chansung? You didn’t seem to mind. You asked for a threesome.”
“It was only fun for a short time,” Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “The fact is I have a strict rule against playing two games at once like you do, and I got tired of guessing which poor new soul you had wrapped up in your sheets at any given point. Now get off.”
“Fine,” He unraveled his tightly wound arms from around Jaejoong’s waist, but kept the knowing smile. “But I’ll warn you, you probably only got bored because you were always guessing that I was sleeping with members of the soccer team,” Yoochun’s eyebrows rose in amusement. “Just because I’m captain doesn’t mean I’m eager enough to get all of them laid. Come on.”
Junsu’s currently wide-hanging mouth snapped shut at the last part and he finally found the breath to choke out a bit of Korean.
“Y-you’re captain of the soccer team?”
Yoochun’s eyes flitted toward the boy in surprise as if he had just noticed he was standing there the whole time. “Who is this?”
“A friend,” Jaejoong irritably shrugged off the burning, foul smile Yoochun gave him as his eyes darted between the two.
“What happened to your number one rule?” Yoochun chuckled slung an arm around the two of them. “No cheatsies? What about Yun-“
“Are any spots still open?” Junsu blurted and slapped a hand over his mouth as punishment for accidentally interrupting an upperclassman.
Missing Jaejoong’s small sigh of relief at the interjection, Yoochun flashed a genuine smile at the other. “Sure. Try out next week if you want. You like soccer?”
Junsu’s face melted into what Jaejoong thought was that of a drooling fanboy. “I LOVE soccer.”
Yoochun only laughed and whispered to Jaejoong, “He’s cute,” before stealing a kiss on his cheek and gesturing wildly at the scattered field day participants.
“Hey, everybody! Gather around. We’re about to start the show!”
Like a cowbell ringing at dinner time, the others sprinted closer to the three from their miscellaneous activities and formed a tight circle.
“Okay, I’m glad all of you could make it to our little man tournament,” Yoochun laughed at his own joke while people like Boa, Jaejoong noticed, scowled and crossed their arms. “Me and my co-captain will split you guys up into teams and we’ll start the games. Winning team receives the title of the university’s field day champs of the year.”
“What do we get as a prize?” A sophomore piped. Jaejoong knew him as a freshman because he had voluntarily…acquainted the kid to the campus. Well, maybe just the shower stall in the dorm he was helping the kid “explore.” What was his name again?
“Pride,” Yoochun deadpanned. “Now, where is my trusty co-captain?”
“I’m not your co-captain. We share the same title, genius,” Jaejoong’s ears perked at the dreadfully familiar deep voice. He turned to see an all too memorable pair of broad shoulders appear amongst the crowd.
“Quit whining, Yunho, and pick your players already,” Yoochun roughly pat Yunho on the back, grinning in delight. It was probably the single time Jaejoong could remember knowing Yoochun that he had touched another man without any kind of ulterior intent to get his fingers under their skin.
Perhaps it was because Yunho had the air of a solidly straight manly man with authority, despite the knowledge everyone carried that he had been with Jaejoong for a peculiarly long amount of time. It hadn’t been easy for Jaejoong to capture Yunho’s heart. But it worked. And now he had abruptly thrown it back in Jaejoong’s face. The mark still stung.
“Seungri.”
Jaejoong was shaken from his reverie when he realized the game was about to begin. What would he do if Yunho picked him to be on his team? What would he do if he didn’t?
“Jaejoong.”
He only blinked vacantly when it dawned on him that it was Yoochun that had called his name. But he couldn’t erase the shocked look plastered on Yunho’s face. Oh, so now he finally realizes I’m standing right here.
It seemed as if Yunho had forgotten where he was and what he was doing, or what he was suppose to be doing as he gawked at Jaejoong who squirmed under the weight of Yoochun’s arm thrown across his shoulders. It wasn’t until someone nearby nudged him curiously that he snapped out of it.
“Um, uh…you. Over there. What’s your name?”
“Junsu,” He glowed slightly under the realization that he was finally being included.
“Junsu. You’re on my team.”
Junsu bounded across the grass in barely contained excitement and stood next to Seungri who mumbled something inaudible like, “Virgin,” into his ear.
No. This was supposed to be a bonding activity for Jaejoong and Junsu to get to know each other before Jaejoong showed him a brand new world beneath his sheets by the end of the week. How could they bond if they were competing?
“Interesting…” Yoochun said under his breath and took note of Jaejoong’s watchful eyes as the selection process commenced.
“Hey, Yunho,” He called good-naturedly after the groups had been evenly split. “Why didn’t you fight to have your man on your team?”
All eyes darted between Yunho and Jaejoong like a series of multiple ping pong games high on LSD.
“Uh,” Yunho stuttered, and scratched at a spot on the back of his neck in frustration. A spot Jaejoong knew was only one of his many sensitive spots. “I-I, uh…bro-“
“I broke up with him.”
The ping pong ball game of eyes finally stopped in Jaejoong’s favor. All but one pair were glued to him in wide-mouthed shock, which looked everywhere but his direction.
Jaejoong could understand why Yunho was in shock, but he couldn’t figure out why everyone else appeared so stunned. He couldn’t even figure out why he himself was stunned at what lie had ignored all logic and escaped passed his lips. And right in front of the only one who knew the truth.
Jaejoong mentally cringed in anticipation of the other’s retort, but all remained silent-gravely silent-before the groups resumed conversation, accepting that although Jaejoong’s most recent relationship had lasted unnaturally long, he was Kim Jaejoong after all.
He never changed.
“Okay, everybody,” Yoochun raised his voice cheerfully and beckoned to the groups. “Let’s all head to the playground in the park down the block and start the relay!”
Ignoring inquiries about why the university’s first field day activity was being held away from the university’s fields and ducking a merciless swipe aimed for his head as he stole another kiss from Jaejoong’s cheek and scampered away, Yoochun led the restless groups to the first game of the day.
“This is going to be fun,” Junsu quietly commented with a smile.
“Sure is, kid,” Yoochun laughed. “You know what they say: Let the games begin.”
Yes, let the games begin.
Chapter 5
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Comments won't make you blow up. They only give you (and me) loooooove~~ o.O
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: ...Disclaim is not in my vocabulary 8D
Length: [4/?]
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: Yesh! Finally got some inspiration. And I'm home from college for a week. ^_^ Can't wait til fall semester starts. FOOTBALL SEASON! xO
1 - B.E.T. || 2a - H.A.T.E. || 2b - P.O.R.N. || 2c - P.L.A.N.S. || 3 - F.R.A.T. ||
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P.L.A.Y. (Properly Learning About You)
And so the unthinkable happened.
Jaejoong had finally lowered himself to eating processed cafeteria food.
In the bustling dining hall, Jaejoong sat by himself at a round table towards the center, picking at his lasagna. At least, he thought it was lasagna. He didn’t completely understand western food sometimes. Normally, Jaejoong walked to the dorm he shared with Changmin and Heechul to make himself something…edible. But today… He was once told that when you’re cooking, your heart flows through your fingertips and you can taste your feelings in the rice.
Jaejoong felt like crap.
It’s not all fun and games being... Ah, what’s the word? Jaejoong tapped his fork on the side of his plate and stared without blinking at the empty chair opposite of him and thought. That’s right. Desirable. Sultry. A sex god.
Letting out a deep sigh, he slumped down in his seat and propped his feet up in the chair on the other side of the table. At least, it used to be all fun and games. Ever since Yunho and now Junsu, everything in general has just sucked. And not in a good way.
“Um, can I sit here?”
Jaejoong almost slid right out of his chair when he saw two very familiar brown eyes avoiding his gaze nervously and ten equally familiar and nervous fingers wrapped tightly around his trey with a plate of the same generic lasagna Jaejoong had finished picking at eons ago plus a salad drenched in dressing.
He just stared back at the brown haired boy, waiting for him to either dissipate into thin air like a good little kid or kick him in the shin again and storm away.
Junsu eyed the seat opposite from Jaejoong with the other’s feet still lazily perched there with no intention of moving.
“Okay, I’ll sit here,” He settled with a chair adjacent to Jaejoong and began eating with his head down.
Jaejoong let the boy squirm for a while in complete silence under his unyielding stare before deciding to open his mouth.
“Aren’t you going to run away?”
“Huh?” Junsu let a lettuce leaf fall limply back into his plate.
“Aren’t you afraid of me?” Jaejoong was sure he hadn’t even blinked thus far. And Junsu was all too aware of this.
“Ah, no,” He stabbed at the rejected lettuce leaf repeatedly with no result and settled for a tomato, which made him wince once it entered his mouth.
Jaejoong continued to stare at the other wordlessly for hours-or so Junsu thought-while Junsu fumbled around with the food on his plate, blindly eating bits of things he normally deemed unworthy of chewing, but was too nervous to notice a thing like taste.
“Why?” Jaejoong took his feet out of the chair and proceeded to fold them under himself, never once blinking or removing eye contact.
Junsu commenced stabbing a piece of lettuce again.
Jaejoong choked back an impatient groan. “Come on, kid. Before I start touching you again.”
He jumped visibly. “Um, because. You’re the only one that keeps talking to me.”
“And so that whole thing where you completely forgot my name…”
Junsu looked Jaejoong in the eye for the first time with a look of…fright? Overflowing apology?
“I’m so sorry. It was a hectic week moving in and stuff and…I’m stupid. And sorry.”
Jaejoong continued to stare, but now with a hint of disbelief. “…Really?”
“Yeah,” Junsu said quietly and looked back down at his plate. “I’m new, you know…”
“Ah…” He said blandly. Normally Jaejoong was much more articulate than that, but seeing as he had already lost the bet as far as he could tell and this person did not so much as register a faint glimmer on his radar, he failed to see any point in showing off any particular skills in charisma.
But there was another lapse of silence and Jaejoong couldn’t stand watching Junsu cringe any longer.
“Well, some people around here just give off a vibe, you know.”
Something lit up inside Junsu and he looked up from his plate. “Yeah! Like, ‘Don’t touch me, I’m perfect.’”
Jaejoong fought back a tiny, tiny, incredibly microscopic smile. “It’s an elite school, so that happens. You know what you’ve got to do?”
“What?” Now Junsu was leaning in eagerly with wide brown eyes as if Jaejoong held the secrets to the world. Which he kind of did. The secrets to his world, anyway.
“Give someone a really good blowjob and word will get around.”
Junsu’s face after that was like a peculiar rainbow of emotions. First, the blank look of confusion, then a bright splash of realization, followed by the pale, sickly color of trauma, then a dingy green shade of repulsion with just a brief flush of red for stark terror, and finally a bright pink hue of mortification. In this fleeting moment, Jaejoong found Junsu’s emotional range vastly astounding.
It took a while for Junsu to notice one of Jaejoong’s raised eyebrows and the small smirk on his face before he slowly formed a perfect circle with his mouth.
“Ooh. You were joking.”
Jaejoong let his smirk grow wider while the other laughed, but decided to keep the small truth behind what he had said a secret. It certainly wasn’t the only way Jaejoong had gotten his name known around campus-he was good-looking and charming enough to hold his own-but it sure did have its merits.
“So, how did you become so famous around here?” Junsu asked innocently. It took a moment for him to consider his question and he looked back at Jaejoong with mild horror. “Oh, wait… You weren’t joking?”
This was all too amusing for Jaejoong who licked his lips and rested his elbows on the table. “Look, all you have to do is smile and be nice. These are humans you’re dealing with, not science experiments.”
“Oh,” Was all the other said before he looked back down at his plate and proceeded to not eat his chicken.
Another layer of silence washed over them and Jaejoong used the time to study the other. His arms weren’t overly special, but certainly well-built enough to give off a good impression. His hands were clean and appeared able. Able to do what, exactly, was up to him. His face…not bad. And Jaejoong already knew that the trump card Junsu was currently sitting on received A+++++. But why did he seem to radiate something so…average?
“The…the food is pretty good,” Junsu commented in an unnaturally high voice. Promptly after breaking the maddening silence, he let his fork clatter to the floor, giving himself a jolt before clumsily bending down to pick it up. He stared at the plate with the now dirty fork in his hand, realizing his move had proved completely useless and Jaejoong watched in amazement the speed at which his knee bounced under the table.
“Why do you do that?” Jaejoong finally asked.
“Huh? What?” Junsu practically choked.
“That.”
Junsu’s eyes widened even more. “I promise I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“First you’re all cute and innocent and then you go bonkers and kick me in the shin,” The elder said flatly.
Jaejoong had never seen a person blush so fast. He hadn’t even realized there could be a speed to measure the rate of blushing as he watched Junsu flush uncontrollably. He vaguely wondered if the younger man felt any inexplicable light-headedness.
“Um,” Junsu finally found his voice to speak. “My mom always told me not let myself get pushed around.”
“So after she told you that, she must have baked you gingerbread cookies and read you colorful stories before she kissed you goodnight.”
“My mom is in the military,” Junsu replied seriously. “I haven’t actually seen her in person since middle school, but she talked to me on the phone when she could.”
“Oh,” Jaejoong said simply. “Your dad?”
“Mmmmm…” Junsu mused. “He was the one that baked me cookies and read me stories at night. He was a stay-at-home dad for a while when I was younger.”
Jaejoong shook his head before stating bluntly, “That’s just twisted.”
The other let out a laugh that Jaejoong thought reminded him of some sort of animal. Maybe if some kind of underwater mammal could laugh. What was it…?
“I know. And your parents?”
“Adopted.”
Junsu’s eyes went wide for the hundredth time that day. “Your parents?”
“Me.”
“Oh.”
An obnoxious buzzing sound emitting from Jaejoong’s back pocket interrupted before any more awkward silence could ensue. Jaejoong rolled his eyes with a smirk at the name blinking on the display of his phone. A personal call would be much more fun than a text message.
Click.
“Dude.” The voice sounded a bit distressed.
“Yo.” Jaejoong growled playfully.
“The reason I texted you is because I’m in class,” The caller hissed in a hushed tone.
Laughing, Jaejoong shifted positions with his cell phone and watched Junsu who was again avoiding eye contact and picking at his lettuce, now with a clean spoon. “Wus up, Yoochun?”
“My blood pressure,” Yoochun whispered in a clipped tone. “
“You in trouble yet?” Jaejoong let a raised eyebrow graze his bangs.
There was a pause. “No… The professor walked out and the T.A. has a hangover. I’m taking an exam.”
“Then why are you texting me, cheater?”
Yoochun let out a stifled groan. “I wasn’t texting you to cheat, I was texting you to see if you wanted to go to field day later.”
“And right before you texted me, you texted Daesung to get the answers he found from the library he’s hiding in right now,” Junsu watched Jaejoong’s smirk grow wider and wider.
Yoochun breathed deeply into the phone before answering. “What’s your point? I didn’t call him. Oh, wait. He’s texting me back…”
Jaejoong waited patiently while the other metaphorically spat on the university’s honor code and eyed Junsu who was still silently picking at his food. Or rather his now empty plate. That kid eats fast.
“I so passed this thing,” Yoochun muttered. “Anyway, I’ll be done in about ten minutes, so you want to go to field day?”
“Why would I want to go outside in the heat to watch a bunch of sweaty guys run around with balls and toys?”
Jaejoong could almost hear the greasy smile on the other line. “You know you liked every word of what you just said.”
He licked his lips. “Yeah. And you know the rise in your pants absolutely loved what I just said.”
There was a low chuckle. “You’re right. So, see you there?”
“I don’t think…” Today had been a long failure of a day and it was only lunch time. He wasn’t sure if he could…
He looked over at Junsu, still poking his fork into his empty plate, and bit his lip thoughtfully. A picture of Heechul’s maddeningly smug laughing face flashed through his mind. Maybe one more shot at this bet, and then…
“Actually, I’ll see you there in fifteen.”
“Cool, babe,” The response before he thumbed the end button was short and sweet, which is how he knew Jaejoong liked it.
Jaejoong flipped the phone shut and leaned forward slightly across the table. “Hey, you want to escort me somewhere?” He purred with a teasing smile.
“Um…” Junsu seemed as if wasn’t exactly sure what to make of this new language called, Jaejoong.
“Eh, that’s okay,” Jaejoong sat back and feigned defeat, perfectly concealing his growing grin beneath a pout. “It’s only if you like sports and you don’t really strike me as a tackle football and ultimate Frisbee man…”
However, Junsu’s eyes turned to liquid brown saucers. “I. Love. Sports.”
So, do I, Jaejoong smiled and stood up from the table. Sports don’t always have to include equipment and sweat. Sometimes all you needed were a couple of willing participants and an unquestionable amount of skill and perseverance.
“Heh. Let’s go.”
***
Yoochun was right.
The intramural sports fields on the far side of campus were swarming with running, sweating men. Jaejoong liked it.
There were a couple of girls warming up on the field, as he noted his study buddy, Boa zipping around through the grass. His real study buddy. His “study” buddy had been recently Kyuhyun whenever he felt the two needed a moment to…relax around the week of finals. But Jaejoong only messed around when he was briefly single. When he had another toy to claim by his side, he only teased his “study” partner a bit. All equally as fun and equally as useless in terms of academia.
As Jaejoong and Junsu stood off to the side waiting for their host to finish cheating on an exam, the silence prevailed once again. But Jaejoong liked awkward silence when necessary. Under close scrutiny, Jaejoong's watchful eye could notice tiny bits of a person’s true nature leak out while the other squirmed ineptly under his stare. He observed Junsu.
He seemed vaguely aware of the silence that hung over them, but for the most part, Junsu was engrossed in his surroundings. He gazed wide-eyed at the various activities around him and Jaejoong noticed with an inward laugh the way his ears perked up ever so slightly at the sound of a ball being kicked from a distance.
Intelligent with a shy side, yet a hint of an adventurous spirit with a bundle of unexpended energy and curiosity, Jaejoong concluded with a slight nod. Heechul had dangerously underestimated him.
They loitered around for a few minutes more before Jaejoong decided he had collected all the information he needed. He opened his mouth ready to start conversation again until he sensed that the other had slipped into a separate state of consciousness and no longer registered that Jaejoong was even there.
This guy would rather have sex with soccer than with me, he thought huffily before a pair of arms slithered around his waist and a greasy smile attached itself behind his ear.
“Jae…” Yoochun growled in satisfaction that Jaejoong had actually accepted the sudden attack from behind without thwacking him yet for entrance without invitation.
Jaejoong reveled in the sliver of well-needed, well-deserved attention until Junsu seemed once again to register his existence and stared at the two in unrestrained awe.
“Okay, let go now,” Jaejoong sighed and tugged at the arms that remained firmly wrapped around his waist. He didn’t need Junsu getting any more wrong ideas for the remainder of this week. Even if most of those ideas were actually right.
“Come on, Yoochun, let go,” He demanded with more force, but the arms never loosened. In fact, they tightened and the other stubbornly placed a kiss on his neck.
“I miss this,” Yoochun moaned into his neck.
“What?” Jaejoong snapped. “Annoying me or getting in my pants?”
“Mmmmm, both,” Jaejoong could feel the smile curl against his skin and thrashed even more.
“Looks like you’re only succeeding in one department today.”
“I’ll be back tomorrow, then,” He breathed hot air into Jaejoong’s ear and a couple of guys tossing around a baseball nearby tried their best not to notice and risk letting themselves dissolve in jealousy.
“Don’t feel so special. You’re not the only one that knows the rules.”
“What? Your ‘never go back for seconds’ policy?” Yoochun grinned.
“And the fine print…”
“’Unless both parties agree to no strings attached at the dominant party’s discretion.’ Dominant party being you.”
“Well, you don’t have to make it sound like lawyer dribble,” Jaejoong rolled his eyes, pulling himself as far as possible from the other’s overheated warmth.
“That’s my major, Jae babe. ” He nibbled on the top of Jaejoong’s ear, making Junsu turn away blushing. “And you only officially went out with me for two and a half weeks. I just don’t think that was a fair amount of playtime.”
“Oh, you had plenty of time to play when I caught you in bed with what’s-his-face.”
“Chansung? You didn’t seem to mind. You asked for a threesome.”
“It was only fun for a short time,” Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “The fact is I have a strict rule against playing two games at once like you do, and I got tired of guessing which poor new soul you had wrapped up in your sheets at any given point. Now get off.”
“Fine,” He unraveled his tightly wound arms from around Jaejoong’s waist, but kept the knowing smile. “But I’ll warn you, you probably only got bored because you were always guessing that I was sleeping with members of the soccer team,” Yoochun’s eyebrows rose in amusement. “Just because I’m captain doesn’t mean I’m eager enough to get all of them laid. Come on.”
Junsu’s currently wide-hanging mouth snapped shut at the last part and he finally found the breath to choke out a bit of Korean.
“Y-you’re captain of the soccer team?”
Yoochun’s eyes flitted toward the boy in surprise as if he had just noticed he was standing there the whole time. “Who is this?”
“A friend,” Jaejoong irritably shrugged off the burning, foul smile Yoochun gave him as his eyes darted between the two.
“What happened to your number one rule?” Yoochun chuckled slung an arm around the two of them. “No cheatsies? What about Yun-“
“Are any spots still open?” Junsu blurted and slapped a hand over his mouth as punishment for accidentally interrupting an upperclassman.
Missing Jaejoong’s small sigh of relief at the interjection, Yoochun flashed a genuine smile at the other. “Sure. Try out next week if you want. You like soccer?”
Junsu’s face melted into what Jaejoong thought was that of a drooling fanboy. “I LOVE soccer.”
Yoochun only laughed and whispered to Jaejoong, “He’s cute,” before stealing a kiss on his cheek and gesturing wildly at the scattered field day participants.
“Hey, everybody! Gather around. We’re about to start the show!”
Like a cowbell ringing at dinner time, the others sprinted closer to the three from their miscellaneous activities and formed a tight circle.
“Okay, I’m glad all of you could make it to our little man tournament,” Yoochun laughed at his own joke while people like Boa, Jaejoong noticed, scowled and crossed their arms. “Me and my co-captain will split you guys up into teams and we’ll start the games. Winning team receives the title of the university’s field day champs of the year.”
“What do we get as a prize?” A sophomore piped. Jaejoong knew him as a freshman because he had voluntarily…acquainted the kid to the campus. Well, maybe just the shower stall in the dorm he was helping the kid “explore.” What was his name again?
“Pride,” Yoochun deadpanned. “Now, where is my trusty co-captain?”
“I’m not your co-captain. We share the same title, genius,” Jaejoong’s ears perked at the dreadfully familiar deep voice. He turned to see an all too memorable pair of broad shoulders appear amongst the crowd.
“Quit whining, Yunho, and pick your players already,” Yoochun roughly pat Yunho on the back, grinning in delight. It was probably the single time Jaejoong could remember knowing Yoochun that he had touched another man without any kind of ulterior intent to get his fingers under their skin.
Perhaps it was because Yunho had the air of a solidly straight manly man with authority, despite the knowledge everyone carried that he had been with Jaejoong for a peculiarly long amount of time. It hadn’t been easy for Jaejoong to capture Yunho’s heart. But it worked. And now he had abruptly thrown it back in Jaejoong’s face. The mark still stung.
“Seungri.”
Jaejoong was shaken from his reverie when he realized the game was about to begin. What would he do if Yunho picked him to be on his team? What would he do if he didn’t?
“Jaejoong.”
He only blinked vacantly when it dawned on him that it was Yoochun that had called his name. But he couldn’t erase the shocked look plastered on Yunho’s face. Oh, so now he finally realizes I’m standing right here.
It seemed as if Yunho had forgotten where he was and what he was doing, or what he was suppose to be doing as he gawked at Jaejoong who squirmed under the weight of Yoochun’s arm thrown across his shoulders. It wasn’t until someone nearby nudged him curiously that he snapped out of it.
“Um, uh…you. Over there. What’s your name?”
“Junsu,” He glowed slightly under the realization that he was finally being included.
“Junsu. You’re on my team.”
Junsu bounded across the grass in barely contained excitement and stood next to Seungri who mumbled something inaudible like, “Virgin,” into his ear.
No. This was supposed to be a bonding activity for Jaejoong and Junsu to get to know each other before Jaejoong showed him a brand new world beneath his sheets by the end of the week. How could they bond if they were competing?
“Interesting…” Yoochun said under his breath and took note of Jaejoong’s watchful eyes as the selection process commenced.
“Hey, Yunho,” He called good-naturedly after the groups had been evenly split. “Why didn’t you fight to have your man on your team?”
All eyes darted between Yunho and Jaejoong like a series of multiple ping pong games high on LSD.
“Uh,” Yunho stuttered, and scratched at a spot on the back of his neck in frustration. A spot Jaejoong knew was only one of his many sensitive spots. “I-I, uh…bro-“
“I broke up with him.”
The ping pong ball game of eyes finally stopped in Jaejoong’s favor. All but one pair were glued to him in wide-mouthed shock, which looked everywhere but his direction.
Jaejoong could understand why Yunho was in shock, but he couldn’t figure out why everyone else appeared so stunned. He couldn’t even figure out why he himself was stunned at what lie had ignored all logic and escaped passed his lips. And right in front of the only one who knew the truth.
Jaejoong mentally cringed in anticipation of the other’s retort, but all remained silent-gravely silent-before the groups resumed conversation, accepting that although Jaejoong’s most recent relationship had lasted unnaturally long, he was Kim Jaejoong after all.
He never changed.
“Okay, everybody,” Yoochun raised his voice cheerfully and beckoned to the groups. “Let’s all head to the playground in the park down the block and start the relay!”
Ignoring inquiries about why the university’s first field day activity was being held away from the university’s fields and ducking a merciless swipe aimed for his head as he stole another kiss from Jaejoong’s cheek and scampered away, Yoochun led the restless groups to the first game of the day.
“This is going to be fun,” Junsu quietly commented with a smile.
“Sure is, kid,” Yoochun laughed. “You know what they say: Let the games begin.”
Yes, let the games begin.
Chapter 5
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