J.A.E.S.U. [8 - C.H.A.S.E Part 1]
Title: J.A.E.S.U. (Just After Every Slut's Underwear)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: ...Disclaim is not in my vocabulary 8D
Length: [8/?]
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: Sorry for the wait. Dx *stabs college* I shall work harder in the future!
A/N 2: So what do you guys think of Jaejoong's luck so far? xDDD
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. || 5 - G.A.M.E.S. || 6 - S.I.N.K.I.N.G. || 7 - H.Y.O.R.I. ||
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C.H.A.S.E. (Changmin Has Always Sucked Extraordinarily)
Part 1
If I were Changmin, where would I go?
Food.
Jaejoong gave a small, determined nod to himself and bolted towards the dining hall at the bottom of the hill from his dorm.
His entrance into the dining area was explosive to say the least. He practically slammed straight through the door, using all his weight and momentum to swing it open and when it did with a resonant bang, all eyes, widened and alert, turned to him. The din of idle conversation dropped back a notch or two as many hungry students neglected each other and their food in exchange for a nice long stare at their new pajama-clad company.
Jaejoong had to admit, he looked a little crazy at the moment. Standing rigid and slightly hulked over in the wildly open doorway with the late afternoon light from outside glowing around his breathless, heaving form like an evil villain from a Marvel comic.
He liked to imagine himself as the hot bad guy, though. You know, the one that's too sexy and rich for you to completely hate, but the magnitude of his filthy, evil mind scares you away all the same.
But now was not a time for Jaejoong to imagine himself taking over the world. Changmin. Changmin. Shim Changmin.
Ignoring the sea of curious eyes watching his every move for more reasons than one, Jaejoong stalked across the dining area to the buffet line. The mush of conversation steadily began to rise back to normal, unquestioning of Jaejoong's motives for such an entrance, yet he was well aware of the many ears that would focus in his direction for a tiny taste of gossip in honor of Kim Jaejoong.
"Hey!" A rather irate student gave Jaejoong the dirtiest look he could manage. Understandable since Jaejoong had just fully inserted himself in the middle of the line with no regard towards turn-taking. Jaejoong ignored him as well.
He squinted past the clear glass borders between the germs of the outside world and the food and kitchen on the other side. Jaejoong knew perfectly well of Changmin's deep affinity for food and often visited this haven for his gluttony frequently enough to have created a kind of familial relationship with the cooks that worked there every day. It would only take a smile and a desperate plea for the freshman to convince them to hide him in the back area for whatever reason.
"WHA CHU WANT?"
The deep, hardened voice had come from hell and crawled up Jaejoong's legs and stomach to drag him back down to the fiery pits of unhappiness. Jaejoong was sure of it.
He jumped a few inches and looked up to behold a large, very large woman of mammoth proportions and hands the size of Canada, whose short, gray-black hair lay dead and brittle in a cold hairnet devoid of any soul.
The cave woman glanced at the mildly peeved students on one side of Jaejoong and pointedly glared back at him as if simply looking at him would crush him with the skill of a pro-wrestler, removing him from the front of the previously smooth flowing line.
He cleared his throat before speaking. He had to. This woman was scaring the Jae out of his Joong but he didn't want her to know that.
"I, uh, was wondering, er, curious if, uh..." Snap out of it, Kim! "If a student, male, freshman, about this tall and a stomach the size of Jupiter's red spot maybe dropped by for a bite to eat and perhaps stowed away somewhere in the back of the kitchen?" Better, Jae...better.
She-Yeti crossed her meaty arms and gave him a steady glare that would've melted steel bars and little children's ice cream, but Jaejoong held his ground. He would fight his chance to remain at this university or die trying. Actually getting really close to the die part now...
"Does the line start from over here or back there? Why is no one moving?"
After hearing the familiar tone of the intrusive voice coming from his side, what Jaejoong thought he'd held in as an inward groan became an outty as he tilted his head up slightly to the ceiling as if to say, "Why?" and closed his eyes tightly in a useless effort the wake up from this dream.
Or Junsu-induced nightmare.
The young man failed to notice Jaejoong's presence in the first few seconds of his interruption, too focused on the state of the immobile food line to pay much attention to a rather pronounced grimace on a rather familiar face.
"Yo, Jaejoong!"
Crap. Why?
The voice had not come from Junsu but from a rather boisterous voice on the other side of the food counter. Now clad in a blue, drab student cafeteria worker's uniform, Nickhun was a rather playful character whom Jaejoong liked to flirt around with at parties, but now was definitely not the time. And why is he dragging Ryeowook over here?
"Hey, Nickhun..." He attempted and failed to say the greeting in a low enough voice that the pest standing right next to him would not notice, but, no go.
Junsu's head whipped around to stare at Jaejoong's ear, which was the only thing he could stare at what with Jaejoong fiercely trying to avoid eye contact. Once again. Complete failure.
"What brings you to my side of the jungle?" With one arm wrapped around Ryeowook's tensed shoulders, Nickhun placed himself beside Mammoth Lady and flashed Jaejoong with the same dazzling smile that rumor said got him in bed with a cheerleader, a football player and an animal science professor at the same time.
"Why are we bothering him? He just needs to eat and go. And so does everyone else," Ryeowook was either immensely embarrassed to be seen within a few feet of Jaejoong's presence or very scared of the Mammoth Lady. Jaejoong couldn't figure out which but he couldn't bother himself to care that deeply at the moment.
"Hey, Jaejoong..." Junsu barely said it in a whisper and Jaejoong was surprised he'd heard it over the dull roar of mass conversation of the dining hall. He was even more surprised that the greeting had come completely bare in the absence of insults and a possible kick in the shin.
"Hey...Junsu..." Jaejoong cleared his throat as if to make what he had just said sound like phlegm caught in his throat.
"Yo, Jaejoong," Nickhun took the hand that wasn't currently arresting Ryeowook to his side and rapped on the clear glass separating the food and the students. "You didn't answer my question. What brings you to my side of the-"
"Just shut it, Nickhun and tell me where you guys hid Changmin," Jaejoong snapped.
"Ooooh. Feisty," He drew back his hand as if it had just been burned by the hot lava that was Jaejoong's words and Ryeowook shook his head slightly muttering something like, "I told you we shouldn't be bothering him..."
"He's not always like this, you know," Nickhun turned casually to Junsu who in turn blinked up at him as if not expecting the other to even realize he was standing there.
"Like what?" Junsu said quietly, but with minimal curiosity.
"Like hormonal," The smiling cafeteria worker ignored the acidic flash of a glare coming from Jaejoong and also the complaints of impatient students still waiting in line, some of which had given up and moved to the salad line.
"He's usually like this sensual, graceful cat prowling around campus with a promise of flirtation on the tip of his tongue and a whole new world waiting at the tip of his fingers." He seemed to step back a little in smiling reminisce while Ryeowook tried to stealthily pull away from the other's grip.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes and held back a growl that would've confirmed that the cat was still here, freshly doused in water and quite pissed at that.
"I could believe that," Junsu mumbled, biting his lip. "The hormonal part, I mean."
Nickhun tilted his head back in laughter. "That's funny, man. But we all miss feline Jaejoong when he's officially attached himself to someone. That's how he is. When he was with Yunho, I seriously thought I wouldn't get another blowjob til I graduated."
Both Junsu and Jaejoong choked on the air they breathed in but Nickhun continued anyway.
"But he is the feisty one at times. Don't screw around with him if he's not looking to be screwed."
Junsu began to wonder how this person managed to speak in such a way without shocking his own ear and blushing til his head exploded. Jaejoong's thoughts weren't far off but they also included something about how to properly maim a guy with a fork and a pair of tongs.
"I see this kid," Lady Giant interjected, staring down Jaejoong with a look that could kill mice. But Jaejoong was almost sure that this was how she always looked. "Primping around with men and women tripping over his pretty word. Make me sick."
"At least he brings us business," Nickhun grinned and the large lunch lady nodded in agreement.
"The students already paid for the entire meal plan before the semester started. How does he bring us business?" Ryeowook muttered from Nickhun's armpit. No one heard him.
"He seems pretty popular," Junsu said, his fingers twiddling with the edge of his empty food tray.
"Oh, he is," Nickhun proudly for some reason. "Isn't that right, Ryeowook?"
"Yeah," Ryeowook grumbled, shrinking away from the man in question.
"Isn't that right, Helga?"
"YAH," Whale Woman grunted.
Throwing his hands up to the ceiling, Jaejoong let out a rush of hot air. Why were these losers talking about him right in front of his face? And where the crap is Changmin?
"Hey," The charismatic cafeteria worker narrowed his eyes at Junsu. "You aren't this guy's new boy toy now, are you?"
Eventually, Junsu turned white then purple from lack of oxygen and Jaejoong had to slap him on the back to force feed his lungs.
"Um, well, I don't- He, um, sort of, well, I think that- This isn't, um, like, well....."
So articulate.
Jaejoong would have ignored him completely if Heechul's voice echoing in the back of his head didn't scream, "SAY YES!"
And there it was.
From a circular window in the swinging door leading to the back of the kitchen, Jaejoong saw a flash of brown hair pop up until a very familiar pair of mismatched eyes peer through, sending Jaejoong's heart soaring up to his throat.
Nickhun was still grinning knowingly at Junsu. "Soooo, is that a yes or a-"
"Changmin!" Jaejoong blurted angrily and for a moment, he couldn't understand why everyone just turned to stare at him after his clipped outburst. He rolled his eyes. Hard.
"Changmin," He was growling now. "I know you've got him, so let me have him."
"Jaejoong, you're looking awfully sexy today," There wasn't a hint of nervousness or deceit in that smooth voice of his, but even a cactus plant could see that Nickhun was not so subtly trying to change the subject. As if Jaejoong were that distracted by his own beauty.
Time to use more force.
"If you guys won't give him to me, then I'll have to take that kid myself," With a shield of unyielding toughness covering the uncertainty of the bluff Jaejoong was concocting rather convincingly, Jaejoong roughly made his way towards the waist-high swinging doors in the middle of the bar. Maybe if he seemed pissed enough, Lady Testosterone wouldn't take him by his neck and hall him to downtown Seoul.
Although with the obstruction out of their way, the students behind Jaejoong seemed relieved to finally be able to snag some food, Nickhun and the others were finally showing signs of alarm.
"No, Jaejoong. You're not allowed back here," Nickhun's perpetually smiling face molded to complete seriousness as he distractedly released Ryeowook from his grip and made his way towards the entrance into the kitchen area, blocking Jaejoong's way.
"Move," Jaejoong commanded in a guttural grunt, his blackening eyes flashing.
"I can't, Jaejoong," His tone now sounded a mixture between concern and apologetic as Nickhun fought to decide where his loyalties safely lie. How much did Changmin eat daily in order to build up such close relationship between himself and the people dishing out food to him? This was ridiculous.
Jaejoong put one hand threateningly on the low swinging doors, ready to push hard enough to maybe smash in the other's crotch whose howls would distract the Woman Mountain long enough for Jaejoong to run to the back kitchen, drag out his target and tie him to the chair in the library for some serious studying.
A warm hand enclosed around Jaejoong's hand on the door and it wasn't Ryeowook's.
"Stop," Junsu's voice was calm, yet firm while the brown in his eyes churned at the possibility of what wrath he might have incited from the older man beside him.
"This is none of your business," Jaejoong's attempt to shake off the other's hand only lead to having both his hands reach up and grab his shoulders.
"Calm down. Changmin will have to come out sooner or later," Junsu said soothingly, but what Jaejoong needed was a tutor, not Dr. Phil.
The glare Jaejoong turned on Junsu could've melted street signs and rebuilt Antarctica's polar ice caps at the same time, but the other remained steady however incredibly wary.
"Let. Go." With a violent jerk, Jaejoong removed his shoulder's from the other's grasp, giving Junsu's hands nothing else to do other than an afterthought of a shove in the middle of his chest, sending Jaejoong staggering back into what he thought was a brick wall.
But brick walls don't grunt like radioactive canines.
Jaejoong rebounded and spun around, not quite pleased with what he saw. Junsu had shoved him into the arms of a large student whose size rivaled only
that of Woman of Steel. Not to mention his arms had already been occupied by a full plate of food ready to be eaten once he'd sat down.
Or it least his arms were occupied. Now his tray lay stuck to the front of his football jersey with the sticky adhesive of, well, every ounce of food he'd piled onto his plate. And he looked like a football player judging by the jersey which now dripped in curry. Jaejoong was vaguely aware that most football players hated wasting their food. Or at least he vaguely assumed.
The general area around the incident was quiet, stunned eyes glued to Jaejoong and the muscled student still staring with dumbfounded fixation at his ruined shirt. Soon the eery silence spread towards the back of the dining hall like a wave of curious eyes and ears seeking out the source of this newfound tension.
All thoughts of retaining his untouchable exterior faded from Jaejoong's blanched cheeks. In fact, all thought completely disappeared. He'd never seen this guy before on campus, indicating that he must be a freshman and he wasn't well enough acquainted with the second string football players to know if this guy was straight or not, but gaging by his immense size, Jaejoong figured he wouldn't be second string for long.
So there was no seducing his way out of this situation. And the last relative he'd spoken to before his impending death had been his well-loved, but constantly pissed aunt. Why was life so short?
Slowly, the student's burnt tar eyes reached up to meet Jaejoong's frozen gaze, his face totally unreadable and Jaejoong hoped he wouldn't resort to eating him right then and there.
He stared for a while and all Jaejoong could do was stare back, the stifling silence giving him a rather uncomfortable itch in the back of his throat.
And then it happened. He grinned.
"FOOD FIGHT!"
Before Jaejoong could even register what was happening, the student took a cup of yogurt from one random bystander's tray and smashed it into the face of another innocent onlooker.
Time blurred and Jaejoong couldn't remember the space of time between that moment of deadly silence and utter chaos as handfuls of food rained through nearly every empty space of air like small calorie bombs detonating at random.
Jaejoong used Junsu's body as a shield because angels would fall out of the sky with golden vibrators before Jaejoong got his hair destroyed with greasy cafeteria food.
The other just seemed captivated in pure awe at the total disorder surrounding him as students left and right ran around smushing salad dressing down each other's shirts and the older cafeteria workers worked to stop the madness while the student cafeteria workers took station behind the bar, wielding freshly cooked handfuls of kongbap at messy passersby.
In his partially hidden position tucked in the back of Junsu's shirt, Jaejoong ducked to avoid a glob of flying beef. A flash of movement that wasn't airborne food caught his eye.
In that same door to the back of the kitchen, a flash of brown hair bobbed until those mismatched eyes swept through the circular window, widening at the chaos that had risen in his absence and disappeared below. Jaejoong's breath caught in his chest as a bright flash of light followed Changmin's disappearance and dissolved just as quickly.
There was a back door in the kitchen.
Without thinking much about anything other than his possible expulsion from this wonderful establishment of a university, Jaejoong let go of Junsu and bolted passed the swinging doors attached to the bar, leapt over Nickhun crouched on the floor who was happily laughing and tossing potatoes in every direction while Ryeowook cowered next to him, and skirted by the Female Building who was way too distracted with yelling Swedish at insubordinate students.
He burst through the door to the kitchen, which he soon learned was a massive dish washing station, spotted the door he knew was fresh with Changmin's presence and escaped into the bright outside world, which in this case held the cafeteria employee parking lot.
He stopped suddenly, earning a rather unexpected force of weight crashing into him from behind, but Jaejoong paid no attention as he watched Changmin's lanky form running almost hysterically across the parking lot.
A voice behind Jaejoong breathlessly said something like, "What the crap are you doing?!" but all Jaejoong could register was his future tutor wrapping on the window of a car about to leave the parking lot, assumably one of Changmin's cafeteria worker friends. It took Changmin's panicked lunge into the backseat of the car for Jaejoong to snap into action, running full speed toward the car now departing from the lot.
All this work because he's afraid of being raped? What kind of man is Changmin?
Chapter 8b
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This chapter ended up being 25 pages long. ._. So please enjoy the second half of C.H.A.S.E. xD
And um...I'm not sure how extensively American TV has filtered into other countries you guys come from so I'll just say this just in case: Dr. Phil is a crackpot psychologist guy person thing with his own TV show. :D >.>
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