Modelling It Out [2/22]
Title: Modelling It Out
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun, Yoochun/Junsu, Jaejoong/everyone
Genre: AU, romance, general
Warning: Sexual situations
Length: Chaptered
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Jaejoong is a fashion designer and loves to use Yoochun as his model and sexual partner, however one day he is forced to work with Changmin and all hell breaks loose.
Beta: miamushroom
Thank you my Mushroom for Beta'ing and the beautiful graphic
Chapter 2
“What the hell is going on here? Who said this was okay?” Jaejoong was standing at a photo shoot, watching one of his models wearing something that most certainly did not look like his design had the day before. When had that happened?
The assistant looked ready to go home and cry for hours from the glare Jaejoong was giving her. He stared at her for a moment before sighing dramatically, waving his hand dismissively.
“Get out of my sight. I’ll make this better, just stay out of my way.” Jaejoong wasn’t really in the mood to do this, but he always had to do these kinds of things. Where did one find staff that would actually do what you said and not just what they think you said? Jaejoong didn’t really have the patience for incompetence, which his last ten assistants he certain hadn’t. At least the model was hot. That was always a consolation of some sort.
He walked over to her and started working on the dress. He pulled up in the right places and down in the others before stepping back, taking in the look of the model in his dress. This was much better. He knew he was skilled. Of course he was. He was the genius of designers, even if his staff did not match up to him by even a half.
“Honey, you look great now. I’m just going to change up your hair.” Walking over to her, Jaejoong stood very close to her as he tousled up her hair the right way. “There, perfect.” He bent down and pecked her on the lips. This was far better. Better than the way the dress had been draped all wrongly before and the way her hair had just been a little too neat. Jaejoong’s designs had never been about neatness or perfection, but about imperfection. Imperfection made it perfect in his eyes and this had not been done the right way.
He always treated his models right. Well, as long as he was working with them. Afterwards he’d gladly take them home, have nice sex with them before leaving them to wake up alone. It wasn’t really a big deal to him and everyone knew that was the way he did it. With both males and females. What was the point in differentiating between the two anyway? Sex was sex and good sex was good sex no matter who the one giving it to him. Frankly he didn’t really care about his bed partners too much anyway.
A phone rang and Jaejoong looked at the caller ID, smirking slightly as he stepped away. “Don’t fuck anything up, I’m taking this outside.” He glared as his assistant as he picked up the phone, a cigarette and stepped outside.
“I was lonely waking up this morning.” Jaejoong smirked slightly despite the fact the other man couldn’t see it. He took a long drag of his cigarette waiting for Yoochun to start talking.
“Yeah, I had to go do a photo shoot. You know, Yunho doesn’t allow me to look tired or come in late. He’s almost as much of a bitchy boss as you are, though I must say you win the price of having the highest bitchiness,” Yoochun was waving off his friend and they both knew it.
“Oh, you know, he wouldn’t mind if you tell him it’s me. Tell him I said hi.” Jaejoong looked up through the window and saw his assistant was messing up again. He took another drag of his cigarette and sighed. He had to fire her. Oddly enough he hadn’t slept with her yet. Maybe he should do that first? Or he could give her to Yoochun. Narrowing his eyebrows calculatingly he knew she wasn’t as hot as the model Yoochun had been with the day before. Therefore, she would not be an acceptable price to pay for ruining that particular date. He’d have to find someone else, which meant he could be the one doing his assistant soon enough and then fire her. Or maybe fire her first. Whichever really.
“I will. Jae, can we meet up later?” Jaejoong had almost been too lost in thought to remember what he’d said, but he quickly remembered Yoochun was supposed to say hello to Yunho and then contemplated his options for a moment for the meet-up later.
“Maybe, Chun, I’ve got to go. My assistant is fucking up my clothes again. How hard can it be to make the freaking dress look good?” Jaejoong sighed dramatically. “Call you later.” Jaejoong hung up with no other words as he smudged his cigarette against the wall of the building, sticking it in his pocket. He’d finish it later.
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Yoochun hung up slightly disappointed because he knew Jaejoong most likely wouldn’t call him during that day. He frowned as he ran a hand through his hair before a stylist came and swatted it away. He wasn’t supposed to touch his hair. He wasn’t supposed to touch his face either, but subconsciously his tongue darted out to moist his lips as he was looking right into space. It was funny really because Yoochun didn’t really look like a model. He wasn’t tall enough and though his body was fine, his face wasn’t the classical beautiful one. He had many faults and he knew them all, but Jaejoong had needed a model for a runway show and Yoochun had been there and all that had needed to be done was adjusting the hems of the trousers. And then his life as a top model started with the jet set life and all that came with it. And Yoochun didn’t really know if he loved it or hated it.
"Yoochun, you’re up next.” Yunho was walking over to him with a measuring tape around his neck as he looked over the clothes - his creation.
“Jaejoong told me to tell you hi.” Yoochun didn’t flinch when Yunho started adjusting the clothes, having been used to other people touching him during his years as a model. It was weird that he had now been doing this for years. What started as a favour for a friend had ended up being a career. He hadn’t anticipated at all.
“Still fucking him? When are you going to stop?” Yunho was much nicer than Jaejoong was as a designer. He never yelled at his staff and he was rumoured to be the nice one who’d take care of you. He was far friendlier to be with and models liked working for him. Of course, no one dared to tell Jaejoong that he was a real bitch towards anyone who worked for him because he was the best. Even Yunho acknowledged that and accepted his place as the second best fashion designer in Asia. Even if everyone knew he hated only being second best, but next to Jaejoong even the best of the best would be considered a plain mediocre.
“Not you too.” Yoochun wasn’t really in the mood to be told to stop fucking Jaejoong. He was surprised though, when it came from Yunho. Jaejoong and Yunho had some kind of odd friendship. He wasn’t even sure if they’d ever slept together. They probably had. When it came to Jaejoong, he had slept with half of the people Yoochun knew and the other half was only because they were too embarrassed to admit it. The man had slaughtered through his fair share of men and women, but his friendship with Yunho was so different than any other friendships he had. Yoochun had stopped caring or trying to keep up a long time ago.
“Fine, I won’t say anything more. Stop wrinkling my shirts.” While Yunho was the nice designer of the two top-designers he was also very firm with his models. Neither of the two designers actually wanted their clothes ruined by people who weren’t good enough to wear them properly.
“Sorry.” Yoochun mumbled as he moved out of the grasp and up to the stage to get ready to do his photo shoot. This was the fun part of being a model. Along with all the parties. The runway he wasn’t a fan of though, because of the stress. But he dealt with it. And working with Yunho always brought the best in him in a different way than working for Jaejoong. When working for Jaejoong everything had to be perfect and he was on the set as much as the models and the photographer while annoying everyone half to death before his pictures turned out so amazing that no one would say anything.
Hours went by and two hundred frames later, Yunho and the photographer decided they had enough pictures from this shoot and let him go. He walked up and checked his phone. No messages except his mother asking if he’d visit for dinner soon. He frowned.
Yoochun felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned around looking at Yunho.
“He’s not going to call you.” Yunho took the phone from Yoochun’s hands and turned it off.
“Come on, let’s go out. Jaejoong is probably having fun at some party somewhere or fucking his assistant. You should do the same, well not the fucking part. I’m going out with a bunch of my friends. You’re more than welcome to join us.” Yoochun was surprised by the offer, but he shouldn’t be really. Models always were asked to join designers if the designers felt like it.
Slowly, he nodded and a smile crept forward.
It turned out though that Yunho’s friends would be at some party on the other side of town and Yunho suggested they go have a drink alone instead. If it wasn’t for the fact everyone knew that Yunho was happily married to his wife Yoochun would have thought the other man was trying to pick him up. But he just relaxed and started having a few drinks.
“How long have you and Jaejoong been sleeping together?” Yunho wasn’t really one to beat around the bush.
“Years. I don’t even remember when it started. Back in high schoo,l I guess? We were each other’s firsts.” Yoochun laughed a little at that memory. “Imagine Jaejoong having no idea what he was doing.” He couldn’t help but laugh.
Yunho joined in on the laughter. “Yeah, no, I can’t really imagine that. But I guess he wasn’t born just all sexy as hell.” Yoochun bit his lip.
“Oh, he was. He has always been sexy even in high school. I swear he never went through an awkward teenage period. Or maybe the rest of us were just that much more awkward.” Yoochun didn’t really know, but Jaejoong had been his friend for years. Before high school even. And they’d kissed and had sex and done everything else with each other at first. It was a kind of ritual they had. Every first they had shared, but Yoochun wouldn’t have had it any other way.
“Don’t you have other friends?” Yunho asked curiously.
“I do. It’s just-…” he didn’t know what to say exactly.
“They’re Jaejoong’s friends too.” Yunho finished the sentence for him.
“Well, so are you actually.” Yoochun laughed. “But it’s different. You’re probably the only straight guy in the business.” It had always made Yoochun wonder why everyone where either gay or just fucking everything they saw. Yoochun himself liked both, Jaejoong liked both, and all the male models were either gay or gay at a given occasion like when Jaejoong decided he wanted them. That was just the way it was.
“Oh, I’m not as straight as you might think.” Now it was Yunho’s turn to laugh and Yoochun was surprised for the second time that evening. “I am married, yes, and I love my wife, but I have had my fair share of my male sexual partners.” Why was it called sexual partners when they were talking about Yunho, but fucking when they were talking about Yoochun? The model didn’t linger on this though and just shrugged.
“Yeah, Jaejoong probably turned you for an evening or two, but you’re domestic. You’re married. Your wife is sweet and lovely; you probably would rather watch TV with her one evening than going out to a wild party.” There was a difference there. Yunho didn’t go around having one-night-stand and Yoochun found that he liked the thought of that.
“Jaejoong and I did have some fun in college, but that’s years ago now and he certainly wasn’t the only one. I am happy with my wife, though I’m not that sure I’m happy to be called domestic.” They both laughed as they sipped their drinks.
Yoochun widened his eyes. “In college? I can’t believe he never told me!” He started laughing and Yunho soon joined in on the laughter.
“Yeah, it’s a long time ago and I told him not to tell anyone.” Yunho explained as he took another sip from his drink. Jaejoong might have slept with half the people in Seoul, but he always kept what he promised and if he had told Yunho he wouldn’t tell anyone he wouldn’t tell. Not even Yoochun.
Drinking with Yunho though was kind of nice. It had been a while since Yoochun had merely sat down and had a few drinks without ending up in Jaejoong’s bed or somewhere else really. He left the bar feeling far more relieved than he had in days and caught a taxi home. He didn’t even turn on his phone to check for any messages. He forgot.
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Yunho had been right. Jaejoong was at a party, dancing the whole time and not even looking up when lips caught his. He grinned in triumph when he looked down to see his assistant. Perfect. He followed her tug. Going home with her was easy. Simple and easy.
Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 3
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin, Jaejoong/Yoochun, Yoochun/Junsu, Jaejoong/everyone
Genre: AU, romance, general
Warning: Sexual situations
Length: Chaptered
Rating: NC-17
Summery: Jaejoong is a fashion designer and loves to use Yoochun as his model and sexual partner, however one day he is forced to work with Changmin and all hell breaks loose.
Beta: miamushroom
Thank you my Mushroom for Beta'ing and the beautiful graphic
Chapter 2
“What the hell is going on here? Who said this was okay?” Jaejoong was standing at a photo shoot, watching one of his models wearing something that most certainly did not look like his design had the day before. When had that happened?
The assistant looked ready to go home and cry for hours from the glare Jaejoong was giving her. He stared at her for a moment before sighing dramatically, waving his hand dismissively.
“Get out of my sight. I’ll make this better, just stay out of my way.” Jaejoong wasn’t really in the mood to do this, but he always had to do these kinds of things. Where did one find staff that would actually do what you said and not just what they think you said? Jaejoong didn’t really have the patience for incompetence, which his last ten assistants he certain hadn’t. At least the model was hot. That was always a consolation of some sort.
He walked over to her and started working on the dress. He pulled up in the right places and down in the others before stepping back, taking in the look of the model in his dress. This was much better. He knew he was skilled. Of course he was. He was the genius of designers, even if his staff did not match up to him by even a half.
“Honey, you look great now. I’m just going to change up your hair.” Walking over to her, Jaejoong stood very close to her as he tousled up her hair the right way. “There, perfect.” He bent down and pecked her on the lips. This was far better. Better than the way the dress had been draped all wrongly before and the way her hair had just been a little too neat. Jaejoong’s designs had never been about neatness or perfection, but about imperfection. Imperfection made it perfect in his eyes and this had not been done the right way.
He always treated his models right. Well, as long as he was working with them. Afterwards he’d gladly take them home, have nice sex with them before leaving them to wake up alone. It wasn’t really a big deal to him and everyone knew that was the way he did it. With both males and females. What was the point in differentiating between the two anyway? Sex was sex and good sex was good sex no matter who the one giving it to him. Frankly he didn’t really care about his bed partners too much anyway.
A phone rang and Jaejoong looked at the caller ID, smirking slightly as he stepped away. “Don’t fuck anything up, I’m taking this outside.” He glared as his assistant as he picked up the phone, a cigarette and stepped outside.
“I was lonely waking up this morning.” Jaejoong smirked slightly despite the fact the other man couldn’t see it. He took a long drag of his cigarette waiting for Yoochun to start talking.
“Yeah, I had to go do a photo shoot. You know, Yunho doesn’t allow me to look tired or come in late. He’s almost as much of a bitchy boss as you are, though I must say you win the price of having the highest bitchiness,” Yoochun was waving off his friend and they both knew it.
“Oh, you know, he wouldn’t mind if you tell him it’s me. Tell him I said hi.” Jaejoong looked up through the window and saw his assistant was messing up again. He took another drag of his cigarette and sighed. He had to fire her. Oddly enough he hadn’t slept with her yet. Maybe he should do that first? Or he could give her to Yoochun. Narrowing his eyebrows calculatingly he knew she wasn’t as hot as the model Yoochun had been with the day before. Therefore, she would not be an acceptable price to pay for ruining that particular date. He’d have to find someone else, which meant he could be the one doing his assistant soon enough and then fire her. Or maybe fire her first. Whichever really.
“I will. Jae, can we meet up later?” Jaejoong had almost been too lost in thought to remember what he’d said, but he quickly remembered Yoochun was supposed to say hello to Yunho and then contemplated his options for a moment for the meet-up later.
“Maybe, Chun, I’ve got to go. My assistant is fucking up my clothes again. How hard can it be to make the freaking dress look good?” Jaejoong sighed dramatically. “Call you later.” Jaejoong hung up with no other words as he smudged his cigarette against the wall of the building, sticking it in his pocket. He’d finish it later.
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Yoochun hung up slightly disappointed because he knew Jaejoong most likely wouldn’t call him during that day. He frowned as he ran a hand through his hair before a stylist came and swatted it away. He wasn’t supposed to touch his hair. He wasn’t supposed to touch his face either, but subconsciously his tongue darted out to moist his lips as he was looking right into space. It was funny really because Yoochun didn’t really look like a model. He wasn’t tall enough and though his body was fine, his face wasn’t the classical beautiful one. He had many faults and he knew them all, but Jaejoong had needed a model for a runway show and Yoochun had been there and all that had needed to be done was adjusting the hems of the trousers. And then his life as a top model started with the jet set life and all that came with it. And Yoochun didn’t really know if he loved it or hated it.
"Yoochun, you’re up next.” Yunho was walking over to him with a measuring tape around his neck as he looked over the clothes - his creation.
“Jaejoong told me to tell you hi.” Yoochun didn’t flinch when Yunho started adjusting the clothes, having been used to other people touching him during his years as a model. It was weird that he had now been doing this for years. What started as a favour for a friend had ended up being a career. He hadn’t anticipated at all.
“Still fucking him? When are you going to stop?” Yunho was much nicer than Jaejoong was as a designer. He never yelled at his staff and he was rumoured to be the nice one who’d take care of you. He was far friendlier to be with and models liked working for him. Of course, no one dared to tell Jaejoong that he was a real bitch towards anyone who worked for him because he was the best. Even Yunho acknowledged that and accepted his place as the second best fashion designer in Asia. Even if everyone knew he hated only being second best, but next to Jaejoong even the best of the best would be considered a plain mediocre.
“Not you too.” Yoochun wasn’t really in the mood to be told to stop fucking Jaejoong. He was surprised though, when it came from Yunho. Jaejoong and Yunho had some kind of odd friendship. He wasn’t even sure if they’d ever slept together. They probably had. When it came to Jaejoong, he had slept with half of the people Yoochun knew and the other half was only because they were too embarrassed to admit it. The man had slaughtered through his fair share of men and women, but his friendship with Yunho was so different than any other friendships he had. Yoochun had stopped caring or trying to keep up a long time ago.
“Fine, I won’t say anything more. Stop wrinkling my shirts.” While Yunho was the nice designer of the two top-designers he was also very firm with his models. Neither of the two designers actually wanted their clothes ruined by people who weren’t good enough to wear them properly.
“Sorry.” Yoochun mumbled as he moved out of the grasp and up to the stage to get ready to do his photo shoot. This was the fun part of being a model. Along with all the parties. The runway he wasn’t a fan of though, because of the stress. But he dealt with it. And working with Yunho always brought the best in him in a different way than working for Jaejoong. When working for Jaejoong everything had to be perfect and he was on the set as much as the models and the photographer while annoying everyone half to death before his pictures turned out so amazing that no one would say anything.
Hours went by and two hundred frames later, Yunho and the photographer decided they had enough pictures from this shoot and let him go. He walked up and checked his phone. No messages except his mother asking if he’d visit for dinner soon. He frowned.
Yoochun felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned around looking at Yunho.
“He’s not going to call you.” Yunho took the phone from Yoochun’s hands and turned it off.
“Come on, let’s go out. Jaejoong is probably having fun at some party somewhere or fucking his assistant. You should do the same, well not the fucking part. I’m going out with a bunch of my friends. You’re more than welcome to join us.” Yoochun was surprised by the offer, but he shouldn’t be really. Models always were asked to join designers if the designers felt like it.
Slowly, he nodded and a smile crept forward.
It turned out though that Yunho’s friends would be at some party on the other side of town and Yunho suggested they go have a drink alone instead. If it wasn’t for the fact everyone knew that Yunho was happily married to his wife Yoochun would have thought the other man was trying to pick him up. But he just relaxed and started having a few drinks.
“How long have you and Jaejoong been sleeping together?” Yunho wasn’t really one to beat around the bush.
“Years. I don’t even remember when it started. Back in high schoo,l I guess? We were each other’s firsts.” Yoochun laughed a little at that memory. “Imagine Jaejoong having no idea what he was doing.” He couldn’t help but laugh.
Yunho joined in on the laughter. “Yeah, no, I can’t really imagine that. But I guess he wasn’t born just all sexy as hell.” Yoochun bit his lip.
“Oh, he was. He has always been sexy even in high school. I swear he never went through an awkward teenage period. Or maybe the rest of us were just that much more awkward.” Yoochun didn’t really know, but Jaejoong had been his friend for years. Before high school even. And they’d kissed and had sex and done everything else with each other at first. It was a kind of ritual they had. Every first they had shared, but Yoochun wouldn’t have had it any other way.
“Don’t you have other friends?” Yunho asked curiously.
“I do. It’s just-…” he didn’t know what to say exactly.
“They’re Jaejoong’s friends too.” Yunho finished the sentence for him.
“Well, so are you actually.” Yoochun laughed. “But it’s different. You’re probably the only straight guy in the business.” It had always made Yoochun wonder why everyone where either gay or just fucking everything they saw. Yoochun himself liked both, Jaejoong liked both, and all the male models were either gay or gay at a given occasion like when Jaejoong decided he wanted them. That was just the way it was.
“Oh, I’m not as straight as you might think.” Now it was Yunho’s turn to laugh and Yoochun was surprised for the second time that evening. “I am married, yes, and I love my wife, but I have had my fair share of my male sexual partners.” Why was it called sexual partners when they were talking about Yunho, but fucking when they were talking about Yoochun? The model didn’t linger on this though and just shrugged.
“Yeah, Jaejoong probably turned you for an evening or two, but you’re domestic. You’re married. Your wife is sweet and lovely; you probably would rather watch TV with her one evening than going out to a wild party.” There was a difference there. Yunho didn’t go around having one-night-stand and Yoochun found that he liked the thought of that.
“Jaejoong and I did have some fun in college, but that’s years ago now and he certainly wasn’t the only one. I am happy with my wife, though I’m not that sure I’m happy to be called domestic.” They both laughed as they sipped their drinks.
Yoochun widened his eyes. “In college? I can’t believe he never told me!” He started laughing and Yunho soon joined in on the laughter.
“Yeah, it’s a long time ago and I told him not to tell anyone.” Yunho explained as he took another sip from his drink. Jaejoong might have slept with half the people in Seoul, but he always kept what he promised and if he had told Yunho he wouldn’t tell anyone he wouldn’t tell. Not even Yoochun.
Drinking with Yunho though was kind of nice. It had been a while since Yoochun had merely sat down and had a few drinks without ending up in Jaejoong’s bed or somewhere else really. He left the bar feeling far more relieved than he had in days and caught a taxi home. He didn’t even turn on his phone to check for any messages. He forgot.
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Yunho had been right. Jaejoong was at a party, dancing the whole time and not even looking up when lips caught his. He grinned in triumph when he looked down to see his assistant. Perfect. He followed her tug. Going home with her was easy. Simple and easy.
Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 3