J.A.E.S.U. [Chapter 5]
Title: J.A.E.S.U. (Just After Every Slut's Underwear)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: ...Disclaim is not in my vocabulary 8D
Length: [5/?]
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: I dedicate this chapter to that hot Korean guy in my Japanese class. >:D
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. || 4 - P.L.A.Y. ||
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G.A.M.E.S. (Going Ape for Men in Esprit Shorts)
Jaejoong could only remember one day in his life as awkward as this moment-the time in fourth grade he caught his teacher getting frisky in the janitor’s closet with his friend’s grandpa who showed up for a PTA meeting.
Waiting at the top of a slide on a colorful set of children’s playground equipment next to his now-ex-boyfriend in complete and stifling silence was beginning to feel more and more awkward with each passing second. It took real skill to avoid eye contact as expertly as Yunho and Jaejoong did.
When is Yoochun going to start this stupid relay? Jaejoong thought heatedly as he watched the other laugh and joke, but mostly flirt with the university spectators surrounding the playground in the park.
The field day event was apparently a big thing at the university and drew a good-sized crowd to watch the various games take place. Jaejoong vaguely tucked this bit of information into the back of his mind for future reference. You can never have too many sources to meet new people to hang out with and “study” with in the bushes behind the baseball fields.
Yunho cleared his throat suddenly and shifted his weight, head still turned in the exact opposite direction from Jaejoong’s spot beside him.
Aish.
Jaejoong needed some serious distraction while Yoochun wasted time entertaining the crowd on the ground. His dark eyes settled on Junsu who held his spot in the relay in the sandbox a distance away. Yunho would have to pass the stick to him when the game started.
Jaejoong’s supposed Yunho needed some serious distraction, too, because he glanced over at Junsu and waved with a bright, but slightly forced smile. Jaejoong could have vomited at the enthusiasm that oozed from Junsu’s teeth as he flashed a smile back and waved at his team captain before turning back to Daesung, who waited next to him and chatted genially.
No. No, no.
This field day bonding thing was not turning out as Jaejoong had predicted. So far there was no cheering Junsu on as he played whatever stupid game Yoochun planned for the rest of them. No intimate physical contact as the two exhibited teamwork in some wonderful form or fashion. No whispering, Good job into Junsu’s ear after their team had successfully won some bizarre game involving Frisbees and traffic cones.
Why were they on different teams? Jaejoong chewed painfully on his tongue, but ignored the metallic taste in his mouth as he glared at his target while he conversed with the other team member as if they were long time buddies. Why was it so hard to get Junsu’s attention?
No confidence.
Nature.
Jaejoong nodded his head slightly in agreement to his own conclusion. Nature had some kind of vendetta against him because he was just an incredible person and it wanted him to lose Heechul’s bet. But that was not going to happen. Jaejoong was already unnaturally hot. The rules of nature just didn’t apply to him.
“Remember, guys,” Yoochun projected with a grin to the spectators and the team members. “Winner of this game gets to sleep with me and Jaejoong as a mini prize.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes at Yoochun’s vulgar wink and Yunho shook his head while vaguely commenting, “Don’t make up your own rules.” The eye contact between the two remained professionally evaded.
Yoochun took his place at the ladder on the other end of the playground equipment and pointed to a student with a silver whistle slung around his neck standing near the swing set. “When that guy blows the whistle-“
“But my name is-“
“-we’ll start the show! Everybody look alive.”
With a huff, the whistle was blown and Boa and Seungri began the race, plastic sticks swinging madly in their hands, ready to be passed to the next player.
Jaejoong wiped away distracting thoughts like, Wow, Boa is fast, and focused on Junsu bouncing on the balls of his feet in preparation, face completely set in concentration.
There had to be a way to get that kid’s attention. None of his previous tactics had worked-in fact, they backfired disastrously. He was different from Jaejoong’s other targets. He was too…
Jaejoong drummed his fingers on the bar over the slide in thought as the sticks traveled to different carriers who dashed towards the jungle gym.
Chaste.
Chaste felt like a good word. Junsu was too chaste. Well, Jaejoong had to find a way to unchaste him by the end of the week or he will have to make himself unexist.
No confidence.
Jaejoong drew in a sharp breath. He was pretty sure he did it because of Heechul’s echoing words banging around in his head and not because he had almost made eye contact with Yunho, who abruptly whipped his head toward the clear sky and bit his lip.
Pure people were usually inexplicably nice, right? Jaejoong absentmindedly eyed the new stick carriers racing toward Yoochun and Taeyang at the other end of the playground equipment. Jaejoong could simply play on his kind streak and draw him in from there.
Jaejoong winced. It might cost him a win in this relay race-Behind the seduction, Jaejoong was immensely competitive-but one loss for another win… It seemed like a good trade off. One well placed “trip” right before he and Yunho finally reached Daesung and Junsu’s position would have the other cooing and worrying over him in complete disregard for the game at hand.
Crap.
It was a flimsy idea. Plus, Jaejoong didn’t necessarily enjoy the idea of playing the damsel in distress, but it was worth a shot and Yoochun had already heaved himself up the ladder, stick in hand, and thrown himself through a kid-sized tunnel en route to Jaejoong’s spot at the slide that moment.
The equipment shook with the force of two grown men as they trampled their way over and through various colorful obstacles meant for children much smaller than they. Jaejoong noticed Yunho outstretch his arm preparing to take the stick and bolt down the slide.
Jaejoong just wasn’t that into the game. He was only there for Junsu and Heechul and he was about to make himself lose, anyway. What point would it make to-
Just as Taeyang slapped the stick in Yunho’s hand, Jaejoong could hear a soft, low rumble, an almost inaudible message pass through Yunho’s lips just before he flew down the slide.
“You broke up with me, huh?”
Jaejoong’s blood boiled. Hissed and spat against the inner walls of his core. He could feel the heat creep into his arms and down his legs in a gradual war against his sanity. And it was all because the comment had deeply angered him. Not because he felt guilty in anyway. Of course not.
Jaejoong snatched the stick from Yoochun’s outstretched hand and dodging the other’s lunge towards his cheek for another stolen kiss, slung himself down the slide so fast, he was sure he never even touched it before he hit the ground.
Watching Yunho’s back recede away from him would not happen again. Jaejoong pushed his powerful legs until his surroundings were only a blur. Slowly, he began to catch up with Yunho as they rounded a tree.
It was a mad race between the two. More intense than any spectator could imagine as they panted dangerously hard, willing each pounding step to take them farther than the other. Sure, Jaejoong had been with a lot of guys, but Yunho was…what was Yunho to him?
However, it wasn’t until he had reached the middle of the seesaw that Jaejoong realized he had completely thrown the original plan to the wind. But it didn’t matter much since he only bounded onto the slim seesaw with fury as his source of balance.
He landed with a clumsy thud in the dirt as Yunho sprinted up one end of the seesaw and gracefully down the other end, only slowing down for a fraction of a moment to look back hesitantly at Jaejoong’s form in a heap on the ground.
And his back receded again.
Jaejoong grinded his teeth together angrily. He had lost more than the race. He had lost his pride. His sense of self worth. His-
“Jaejoong…”
He snapped his head up and locked eyes with a pair of familiar brown orbs.
Junsu was no longer rigidly poised to run with all his might. He was in fact standing upright and gazing at Jaejoong on the ground with…what was that? Anxiety? Worry? Undying love?
Jaejoong swallowed his self-satisfied smirk with a look of pure agony and maybe faked a few painful cringes. This kid was more manipulative than silly putty.
Yunho ran closer and closer to his target, Junsu in the sandbox, arm beginning to outstretch towards its new carrier, but Jaejoong knew Yunho had lost this one.
Junsu would ignore Yunho and the stupid stick and sprint over the Jaejoong’s spot on the ground, murmuring words of concern into his ear. He would then carry Jaejoong off to the side while the others finished their game and Yunho would shoot himself for throwing Jaejoong away. Then he would offer massages and comfort and anything to help him rest and Jaejoong would smile warmly and say, “The only thing that would make me feel better right now is you.” Junsu would blush deeply but he wouldn’t turn away-no. Not this time. Not again.
He would look intensely into Jaejoong’s eyes and realize…This is the one. Junsu would help Jaejoong walk back to his dorm even though Jaejoong insisted he could do it by himself, even though he walked (faked) with a limp. But Junsu wouldn’t-couldn’t take no for an answer.
He would assert that the night was cold and dark and lonely, wrap his arms around Jaejoong’s delicate waist and walk him back to the dorm, where he would then jump Jaejoong despite his “injuries” and Jaejoong would just have to ravish the boy until his senses exploded and the stars danced and Yunho cried in a corner somewhere.
Who cared about the possibility of Changmin walking in on the heat of the moment? He would just have to leave and Heechul would probably be at Hankyung’s apartment trying over and over to convince him that sex is good. And then he would come back to the dorm, defeated, and behold Jaejoong and Junsu in all their naked glory.
Checkmate, Heechul.
Jaejoong watched Junsu in expectation, the world almost moving in slow motion. Junsu opened his mouth. Jaejoong held his breath. Junsu spoke.
Jaejoong almost bit his own tongue off.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Junsu guffawed, clutching his stomach, his face contorted in unrestrained laughter. “Jaejoong, you should’ve seen your face! Clumsy!” With out much further ado, he snatched the stick as Yunho came nearer and took off, but not without slapping Yunho a hearty high five.
“Jaejoong, are you okay?” Daesung shouted in a mixture of worry and impatience. “Give me the stick if you’re not dead.”
Jaejoong couldn’t even remember getting up and walking over to Daesung in a dazed trance and handing the relay stick over to the other while he ran off behind Junsu.
The whole world could just die right now according to Jaejoong.
However, somehow, miraculously Jaejoong’s team had won the race. But not because of Jaejoong’s own skill and dexterity. Mostly because of Kyuhyun’s extraordinarily long legs at the end of the relay.
Recently, failure had become Jaejoong’s best friend.
“Hey, Jae,” Yoochun inched closer to him after the teams regrouped in the middle of the playground. “Are you okay?”
Okay? Okay??
“Of course I’m okay,” Jaejoong shrugged and rolled his dark eyes. “You think one fall will keep me down? Just shut up and lead us to the next game.”
Any other day, it would have given Jaejoong’s heart reason to pump having every one of the team members crowd around him with worried looks, rather than shouting and singing with passion at their first win. Now it was worth about as much as the dirt beneath his feet.
A sneaky smile spread across Yoochun’s face. “I’m glad you’re not hurt. Be careful. If you injure a body part, I won’t be getting you in bed for a while.”
Jaejoong didn’t even bother with a comeback as the other turned to the other team who had been chatting contentedly and patting each other on the backs for a good effort.
“That was a good game, guys! Junsu, you run like an animal,” Without further warning, Yoochun smacked Junsu on the behind and grinned. “Keep up the good work.”
Junsu jumped with a barely contained yelp and looked back at the other with wide, supremely surprised eyes. “Um…thank you…”
“Don’t worry, Junsu,” Yunho slung an arm around his neck and ruffled his hair. “He won’t hurt you. Not as long as I’m around.”
Yoochun crossed his arms in mock offense. “I don’t intend to hurt him. Just play with him a little bit.”
“We all know what your sense of ‘play’ is,” Yunho laughed. “And I don’t think Junsu will enjoy learning all the rules to your perverted games.”
“I’ve got my own set of rules,” Junsu piped and smiled quietly at the ground.
Both groups erupted into a jovial uproar and playfully jostled Junsu around in lighthearted shoves and punches.
“Looks like you’ve got yourself quite a challenge,” Yunho joked and hugged a beaming Junsu closer.
With a slight lick of the lips, Yoochun smiled down at the younger. “Maybe I do.”
This was all too much for Jaejoong. His plan had utterly failed and now everyone was going to rub it in his face? How was everyone else getting closer to Junsu but him? Sure, he had semi-raped the kid a couple of times and fought with him until both parties wished the other would just choke on a sandwich and die, but they were guys. That was supposed to happen, right?
“Are we going to start the next game or are we going to stand here and feed that kid cupcakes and ice cream?” Jaejoong raised his voice, barely containing his contempt.
“Ohhh, impatient, Jae,” Yoochun said provokingly. “But that’s what I like about you. Come on, guys. We’re heading back to campus for the second game.”
There was a collective cheer from the group as they migrated back to the university grounds along with the crowd of spectators following behind them.
As they walked, Jaejoong’s head swam.
No confidence. No confidence.
Not true.
Ever since he could remember his adoptive mother had always told him he was one of the most confident kids she knew. Never afraid to volunteer in the classroom. Always had something to say.
It wasn’t until he had reached high school that he had begun to feel as if the world moved faster. He couldn’t keep up. So he had to find something to help find his place, to give him a boost-well, wasn’t that evident today? With a face like his, it wasn’t that hard. People only get hornier as they grow older.
Jaejoong shook the doubt from his head slightly as the groups began to migrate back towards campus in a prominent cloud of testosterone. He just had to replace Heechul’s sickening mantra with his own. That’s all.
No problem, no problem. No...
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…PROBLEM!!
He winced as team captains Yunho and Yoochun dove into the cold, wet…water and furiously splashed their way to the other side of the Olympic-sized pool, signaling the next team member on the other side of the pool to jump in and do the same.
Jaejoong was struck frozen stiff.
Jaejoong was as pale as bleached paper napkin.
Jaejoong was not about to trust the life-giving activity of keeping his head above the water to something so flimsy as…water.
Jaejoong was not so savvy about how the whole swimming thing.
Jaejoong was NOT going in that water.
Splash.
The two adjacent lines were moving too fast. Jostling too much, in fact and Jaejoong just wished they could all put their shirts back on (shocking) and go outside in the sun and play hardcore Frisbee golf instead of in the gym propelling themselves against…water and racing to get the last guy on the other side of this freaking death pit.
He concealed his panic long enough to glance over at Junsu who was positioned slightly ahead of him in his line and appeared absolutely enthralled to be involved in such a pointless sport.
“Go! Go, Seungri! Don’t stop! Whoooo!”
Jaejoong inwardly moaned, but not for the good reasons. Why, just why couldn’t he get this kid to say things like that to him in a situation that wasn’t so pointless?
At least he thought it was pointless. Swimming was just…pointless.
Splash.
And Jaejoong was simply scared cockless.
Chapter 6
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I gotta come up with another fic request challenge. Ah, I'll try to do one in the next chapter....which shall come soon. x3 Comment, meh loves~!