[ F I C ] Think Again
I... I don't know what to say about this, so I'll just tell you to just read. And that I'm sorry. :)) Dear God, past self, whuuuuut.
Too lazy to make a title banner so this would do for now lol.
Edit: Made a banner, tee-hee~
Jung Yunho didn’t think he was the most perfect individual that ever walked the face of the Earth; he knew it.
He took pride in his perfect man features-the sharpness of his jaw, the thin curve of his lips. Looking at a mirror every day would be taxing and even shameful to some, but oh, not Jung Yunho. In fact, the mirror craved him, he’d like to think. The reflective glass surely wouldn’t showcase such splendor if it did not appreciate what was in front of it, would it? Never mind that it was an inanimate object.
He just knew.
Yunho was also aware of his own innate flawlessness as a human being. With his ability to both attract and repel, to persuade and to discourage; he was able to charm his way into mass media and build his empire on the soil of South Korea after his parents entrusted their legacy to him. In time, he was able to make a name for himself and captivate everyone around him.
A face to die for, a brilliant body, his infinite amount of power and his never-ending supply of pure flawlessness-Yunho didn’t think he was perfect, he just knew. And the whole world knew, too.
That, they do.
The man wearing an expensive, crisp Armani suit was the subject of all admiration and fixated scrutiny-he was a rare specimen that rightfully deserved the attention of all the intelligent living organisms on the planet. From the wave of his perfectly-sculpted wrist to the twitch of his thin, perfect lips; Yunho embodied what normal people thought of as flawlessness. He was the man, and he knew it.
Oh yes, how he knew it - down to every last detail and monosyllable.
He brought the glass of wine to his lips, sipping the blood-red liquid as he ascended up the spiral stairs that would lead him to the terrace overlooking the grand hall. He passed by known-but to him, seemingly unimportant-figures. They nodded at him, and he nodded back, accompanied by his award-winning, platinum smile that could, in his opinion, light up the grand city of Seoul for all eternity. He smirked inwardly as the people, especially the women, rejoiced in his attention. He chuckled behind the glass.
Typical.
The gorgeous man smiled as he finally set foot on the terrace. He looked yonder, observing the people that currently occupied his hall. Most were businessmen, some were personally-invited guests-he saw Park Yoochun, director of the upcoming movie “And It Led Me Back to You” and waved-and few were unimportant acquaintances. He smirked as some of the women coyly looked up at him with seemingly innocent eyes-ohh, Yunho knew what she was thinking.
He always did.
Adding to the list of things that proved him to be a perfect being, he also had this uncanny ability to read people-to just know everything without even knowing it in the first place. He knew what everyone wanted-whether it be money, popularity, fame, or himself-and he definitely knew how to use those wants to his advantage. Why, if not for that, would he be one of the most-if not, the most-successful businessman in the economic world of Seoul? Would he be standing here, looking on as the party he’s currently hosting turned out to be another one of his best business gatherings? Would everyone, and he meant everyone, be looking up to him in awe and admiration, as he looked down upon them with his usual gorgeous smile-
His eyes widened the slightest bit when his gaze landed on a creature floating amid the sea of guests.
Well, speaking of gorgeous-
Jung Yunho leaned forward and stared. That’s right, stared. He slowly took off his expensive Louis Vuitton shades and peered at his point of interest very closely (well, as close as one could possibly do from the second floor). He looked on, and as the seconds passed, he smiled widely and appreciatively, and gripped the wooden railings with almost childish glee.
That-that person. He looked-
Gorgeous.
He quickly made his way down the spiral staircase, not bothering to greet the guests lingering on the steps. Yunho evaded the moving bodies and chattering mouths as he navigated through the crowd; they were unimportant. Meaningless. What mattered was the beautiful creature gliding to the terrace outside-tempting Yunho, calling Yunho. The businessman smirked.
Even perfection met its match sometimes.
Kim Jaejoong sighed as he left the choking atmosphere of the party for the calming air of the dark night. His hand carried the half-empty glass of wine, which was the same glass he was given since the start of the party. He never bothered reaching for another-with his senses dulled by unimpressed boredom, Jaejoong didn’t see the point.
In short, he wasn’t enjoying himself at all.
The raven-haired man was a rising star in the business world, one would say. His late grandfather had left him a hefty amount of inheritance money-something that he, unlike his spendthrift sisters who puffed powder rather than planned promise, invested in a small product distribution venture that he quickly turned into a thriving corporation. It would be presumptuous of him to say that he was making it big now, but in due time, his hard work and foresight will be rewarded. Yes.
But for now, patience. And more hard work.
Which was why, he, a dedicated businessman, was surprised that he was here sipping wine that he had gotten bored of hours prior when he ought to be at home or at his office stepping closer to success. He had no time for such pretentious social gatherings! Especially when he was merely the plus one of a person who quickly left him to be in the presence of older and more experienced entrepreneurs.
Jaejoong sighed and unbuttoned the first set of buttons near his neck. He felt like he was suffocating. So much grandeur for such an event-charity, was it?-was too much for the handsome man to handle. Why, if he were to host this event, he would forego the ostentatious ambience and go for a-
“Ostentatious?” A deep voice chuckled behind him, making him stiffen. “Do be kind, sir; such cutting words wound me so.”
Jaejoong turned sharply at the newcomer and found himself staring into dark, almond-shaped eyes that were not unfamiliar to him. In fact, he could say that he was tired of seeing those piercing eyes, smug smirk and sharp jaw flashing on his TV screen at home day after day.
It was Jung Yunho.
The businessman stared at the beauty in front of him, drinking in the ethereal visage of a contender-no, an equal. This man standing right in front of Yunho was a sight to behold, and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t at least curious.
It was the first time he was ever impressed with the beauty of someone other than his.
He drank the last of his wine and approached the wary man, making him step back while looking at him with narrowed eyes. This caused Yunho to guffaw, an action that not only surprised the beauty in front of him, but also him. He felt drunk. But not from the wine, no-
The magnificent creature was making him act inebriated.
“No need to be shy,” He teased, curling his tongue as he eyed the raven-haired man who looked about ready to run past him. “I won’t bite. Mister...?”
“...Kim.” Came the husky voice. Yunho shivered. “Kim Jaejoong.”
“Kim Jaejoong,” The tanned businessman tested the name on his tongue and decided that he liked the way it rolled in his mouth. Kim Jaejoong. It sounded otherworldly. Truly appropriate. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Should I still introduce myself, or would it be meaningless to even try?”
At his words, the pale beauty scoffed and slightly turned away to look at the scenery, as if it was a better view compared to him. “If you need to ask, Mr. Jung, then I’m afraid that this entire conversation itself is meaningless.”
Yunho guffawed again, and he set the wine glass down on the stone railings of the outside terrace. “Indeed it would be, wouldn’t it? Forgive my impudence, Mr. Kim, but I was merely asking out of courtesy-some find it strange for the host to reintroduce himself, after all.”
“Courtesy?” Jaejoong raised a brow at the man and looked at him with an unimpressed stance. “You dare utter the word when you lack it yourself? Startling guests is one thing, but to be so arrogant and assuming?” The man spat, scoffing again and settling his gaze on the bright city yonder.
“If you think yourself of unmatched greatness, Mr. Jung,” Jaejoong met his gaze briefly before turning to walk away. “You better think again.”
Jung Yunho stared after the unimpressed pale man. Hard.
No-
No one had ever dared to speak to him like that. In all his years in the corporate world-or rather, from the moment he was born he was used to being placed on a pedestal. He was accustomed to be treated with more respect and admiration than others because that was how the very first chapter of his life started. He didn’t question it or wondered why-he just knew. Jung Yunho was someone to be respected, revered-anyone with the audacity to trifle with him... did such a person even exist?
Yes, he decided. And it was the person who had been standing right next to him moments ago, and he remembered how he behaved in Yunho’s presence, idly rolling the wine in his glass like a bored spectator of a dull TV show rerun.
But dull he was not. He was Jung Yunho, a force to be reckoned with and perfection incarnate. He narrowed his eyes at where he last saw the man and thought that the man had just unknowingly insulted the host of the party. As seconds passed, he slowly smirked.
And yet-
Yunho put his foot forward and started moving.
Jaejoong muttered obscenities under his breath as he continued to roll the wine in his glass, ignoring the curious looks being sent his way. He thought about sipping a little, but his mood was too dampened for him to consider actually doing it. Instead, he continued walking across the hall, silently fuming and gritting his teeth.
Jung Yunho.
What an infuriating man!
‘Such arrogance.’ He thought angrily in his head, stopping in the middle of the hall to glare at the half-empty wine glass. ‘Such cheek!’
Never in his life had Jaejoong come across such a conceited man. He was powerful, yes, handsome and influential-but careful he should be, for his head might grow bigger than the entrance of his manor! An inflated ego the size of China couldn’t possibly fit in his abode.
He was about to continue walking away when his glass was suddenly seized from him, and he quickly turned to get it back. But he was stopped in his tracks when the familiar smirking face of one Jung Yunho became the subject of his vision. His knuckles cracked.
Oh, how infuriating indeed.
“That glass is mine,” The pale beauty declared, frigidly standing in front of him. “I’d appreciate it back, Mr. Jung.”
He raised an eyebrow, acting coy. He stared at the glass and inspected it from different angles, inwardly smirking in satisfaction when he heard a low growl emit from the lips of the irate man. Yunho frowned in contemplation and shrugged, smiling at his guest as if he were a child making a wrong statement. Which he was, if you thought about it.
“Yours?” The tanned businessman repeated, lifting a glass the slightest bit, fascinated by the sensual roll of the wine inside. “I’m afraid you are mistaken, Mr. Kim. This glass is not yours; it’s mine. You are merely borrowing it and will continue being able to do so for as long as I see fit.”
“Trying to act cute, Mr. Jung?” His beautiful guest rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “I was obviously not being literal, good sir. Yes, it is indeed not my glass, per se, but it was in my use and possession. Being a high-class businessman with a flair for the... arguably riveting, you should have been able to understand that.” He levelled the man with an unimpressed stare after he inspected his nails. It was his turn to smirk.
“Or was I wrong to assume that the great Jung Yunho came with a good educational background?”
The gasps that sounded around them made Jung Yunho think that they had an audience. He briefly looked around to see just how many before smiling and shaking his head, sighing as if he was the one unimpressed.
“Now who’s the one being presumptuous, Mr. Kim?” He savored the look on his guest’s face and chuckled. He raised the glass again to look at it, and he moved the translucent liquid to color the pale man. He smiled.
Red suited him perfectly.
“I’m perfectly aware that this glass was in your use, Mr. Kim. You holding it and occasionally drinking from it are obvious indications of this.” He took a few steps forward till he was almost touching the pale man, and he chuckled when the man drew back.
“If you think yourself to be more intelligent and aware than I am, then you better think again, Mr. Kim.” He winked crudely, and the pale man’s cheeks were immediately splashed crimson. He grinned.
Oh yes, red suited him very nicely.
“Then what was your intention,” The man paused to glare at him almost hatefully, and Yunho found it strange that he was already craving that look. “When you rudely took my glass and even started provoking me on top of it?”
“Ah, ah, ah, not yours, remember?” The man bristled just a bit, and he laughed. “Calm down, Mr. Kim. I am not trying to pick a fight with you when I said those words. Though, I am a bit saddened that you weren’t able to understand the meaning behind my words.”
Jaejoong raised a delicate brow. “Which is?”
Yunho smiled sweetly, and instead of replying immediately, he drew closer to the man until their chests touched. When he felt the pale man start stepping back he used his free arm to wrap around the man’s middle, keeping him locked in his embrace. Kim Jaejoong stared up at him, obviously scandalized, but before anything could escape the man’s lips, he brought the edge of the glass to sit on those pink, plump cushions, loving the way the man gasped.
“Tell me, Mr. Kim.” He leaned closer so that his face was merely centimeters away from the flawless one in front of him. Yunho lifted the glass from the man’s lips and put in on his this time. “Are you not aware when someone is flirting with you?” He tipped the glass, drinking the last amount of wine in it.
Yunho had it coming-whilst he was distracted, the beautiful man in his arms suddenly drew back his arm and clenched his fist. The glass slowly fell to the marble floor as Jung Yunho saw the fist slowly making its way to his soon-to-be-marred face. The glass shattered, and the fist collided with his jaw. The impact was intense, the gasps around him loud and high-pitched-the punch was strong enough to send the host falling to ground, caught off-guard and just stunned. It was… so unexpected. And flawless.
Just like the man who stood over him, fuming and drawing sharp breaths.
“N-Never-“ He stopped mid-screech to gesture emphatically with his arm. “N-Never have I been so insulted! Y-You-you cad! If you think you can get away with something like that, think again you maniac!” He pointed at the fallen businessman with a shaky finger. He ranted some more, but he was unaware of the stunned look on Yunho’s face and the way his eyes shined as he continued to stare up at the fuming guest.
How-how beautiful can a person be?
“I’ve had enough of this. I’m leaving!” The pale beauty announced, turning on his heel and making his way through the crowd that circled around them at some point, muttering obscenities under his breath. Yunho vaguely heard doors opening and closing, but he was aware enough to understand that people were crowding around him and asking him questions.
“Are you all right, Mr. Jung?!”
“The nerve of that man!”
“How dare he punch the host like that?”
“Was he not taught manners?”
“Perhaps his pedigree isn’t as sophisticated as the rest of us-“
Yunho let a few people help him up, and as he stood on his toes he rubbed his sore cheek, feeling the sting of pain lingering still. He stared at the spot where the man vanished, marked appropriately by the small red puddle of wine he hadn’t finished in the now-shattered glass on the floor, and he realized he was slowly smiling to himself. He caressed his reddish cheek and sighed in bliss.
Jung Yunho couldn’t think of a more romantic way to fall in love.
Um. Yeah. That's it? :))
This... I had apparently written this four years ago, back when I was just a high school student. INTENSE. Seriously, no wonder I suck, look at the shit I wrote back then. LOL. And I wrote Yunho as a narcissistic, perverted creeper too! LMAO. I didn't even edit this, I just copy-pasted it from the old doc file and... yeah. So sorry for any mistakes and shit.
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Too lazy to make a title banner so this would do for now lol.
Edit: Made a banner, tee-hee~
Jung Yunho didn’t think he was the most perfect individual that ever walked the face of the Earth; he knew it.
He took pride in his perfect man features-the sharpness of his jaw, the thin curve of his lips. Looking at a mirror every day would be taxing and even shameful to some, but oh, not Jung Yunho. In fact, the mirror craved him, he’d like to think. The reflective glass surely wouldn’t showcase such splendor if it did not appreciate what was in front of it, would it? Never mind that it was an inanimate object.
He just knew.
Yunho was also aware of his own innate flawlessness as a human being. With his ability to both attract and repel, to persuade and to discourage; he was able to charm his way into mass media and build his empire on the soil of South Korea after his parents entrusted their legacy to him. In time, he was able to make a name for himself and captivate everyone around him.
A face to die for, a brilliant body, his infinite amount of power and his never-ending supply of pure flawlessness-Yunho didn’t think he was perfect, he just knew. And the whole world knew, too.
That, they do.
The man wearing an expensive, crisp Armani suit was the subject of all admiration and fixated scrutiny-he was a rare specimen that rightfully deserved the attention of all the intelligent living organisms on the planet. From the wave of his perfectly-sculpted wrist to the twitch of his thin, perfect lips; Yunho embodied what normal people thought of as flawlessness. He was the man, and he knew it.
Oh yes, how he knew it - down to every last detail and monosyllable.
He brought the glass of wine to his lips, sipping the blood-red liquid as he ascended up the spiral stairs that would lead him to the terrace overlooking the grand hall. He passed by known-but to him, seemingly unimportant-figures. They nodded at him, and he nodded back, accompanied by his award-winning, platinum smile that could, in his opinion, light up the grand city of Seoul for all eternity. He smirked inwardly as the people, especially the women, rejoiced in his attention. He chuckled behind the glass.
Typical.
The gorgeous man smiled as he finally set foot on the terrace. He looked yonder, observing the people that currently occupied his hall. Most were businessmen, some were personally-invited guests-he saw Park Yoochun, director of the upcoming movie “And It Led Me Back to You” and waved-and few were unimportant acquaintances. He smirked as some of the women coyly looked up at him with seemingly innocent eyes-ohh, Yunho knew what she was thinking.
He always did.
Adding to the list of things that proved him to be a perfect being, he also had this uncanny ability to read people-to just know everything without even knowing it in the first place. He knew what everyone wanted-whether it be money, popularity, fame, or himself-and he definitely knew how to use those wants to his advantage. Why, if not for that, would he be one of the most-if not, the most-successful businessman in the economic world of Seoul? Would he be standing here, looking on as the party he’s currently hosting turned out to be another one of his best business gatherings? Would everyone, and he meant everyone, be looking up to him in awe and admiration, as he looked down upon them with his usual gorgeous smile-
His eyes widened the slightest bit when his gaze landed on a creature floating amid the sea of guests.
Well, speaking of gorgeous-
Jung Yunho leaned forward and stared. That’s right, stared. He slowly took off his expensive Louis Vuitton shades and peered at his point of interest very closely (well, as close as one could possibly do from the second floor). He looked on, and as the seconds passed, he smiled widely and appreciatively, and gripped the wooden railings with almost childish glee.
That-that person. He looked-
Gorgeous.
He quickly made his way down the spiral staircase, not bothering to greet the guests lingering on the steps. Yunho evaded the moving bodies and chattering mouths as he navigated through the crowd; they were unimportant. Meaningless. What mattered was the beautiful creature gliding to the terrace outside-tempting Yunho, calling Yunho. The businessman smirked.
Even perfection met its match sometimes.
Kim Jaejoong sighed as he left the choking atmosphere of the party for the calming air of the dark night. His hand carried the half-empty glass of wine, which was the same glass he was given since the start of the party. He never bothered reaching for another-with his senses dulled by unimpressed boredom, Jaejoong didn’t see the point.
In short, he wasn’t enjoying himself at all.
The raven-haired man was a rising star in the business world, one would say. His late grandfather had left him a hefty amount of inheritance money-something that he, unlike his spendthrift sisters who puffed powder rather than planned promise, invested in a small product distribution venture that he quickly turned into a thriving corporation. It would be presumptuous of him to say that he was making it big now, but in due time, his hard work and foresight will be rewarded. Yes.
But for now, patience. And more hard work.
Which was why, he, a dedicated businessman, was surprised that he was here sipping wine that he had gotten bored of hours prior when he ought to be at home or at his office stepping closer to success. He had no time for such pretentious social gatherings! Especially when he was merely the plus one of a person who quickly left him to be in the presence of older and more experienced entrepreneurs.
Jaejoong sighed and unbuttoned the first set of buttons near his neck. He felt like he was suffocating. So much grandeur for such an event-charity, was it?-was too much for the handsome man to handle. Why, if he were to host this event, he would forego the ostentatious ambience and go for a-
“Ostentatious?” A deep voice chuckled behind him, making him stiffen. “Do be kind, sir; such cutting words wound me so.”
Jaejoong turned sharply at the newcomer and found himself staring into dark, almond-shaped eyes that were not unfamiliar to him. In fact, he could say that he was tired of seeing those piercing eyes, smug smirk and sharp jaw flashing on his TV screen at home day after day.
It was Jung Yunho.
The businessman stared at the beauty in front of him, drinking in the ethereal visage of a contender-no, an equal. This man standing right in front of Yunho was a sight to behold, and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t at least curious.
It was the first time he was ever impressed with the beauty of someone other than his.
He drank the last of his wine and approached the wary man, making him step back while looking at him with narrowed eyes. This caused Yunho to guffaw, an action that not only surprised the beauty in front of him, but also him. He felt drunk. But not from the wine, no-
The magnificent creature was making him act inebriated.
“No need to be shy,” He teased, curling his tongue as he eyed the raven-haired man who looked about ready to run past him. “I won’t bite. Mister...?”
“...Kim.” Came the husky voice. Yunho shivered. “Kim Jaejoong.”
“Kim Jaejoong,” The tanned businessman tested the name on his tongue and decided that he liked the way it rolled in his mouth. Kim Jaejoong. It sounded otherworldly. Truly appropriate. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Should I still introduce myself, or would it be meaningless to even try?”
At his words, the pale beauty scoffed and slightly turned away to look at the scenery, as if it was a better view compared to him. “If you need to ask, Mr. Jung, then I’m afraid that this entire conversation itself is meaningless.”
Yunho guffawed again, and he set the wine glass down on the stone railings of the outside terrace. “Indeed it would be, wouldn’t it? Forgive my impudence, Mr. Kim, but I was merely asking out of courtesy-some find it strange for the host to reintroduce himself, after all.”
“Courtesy?” Jaejoong raised a brow at the man and looked at him with an unimpressed stance. “You dare utter the word when you lack it yourself? Startling guests is one thing, but to be so arrogant and assuming?” The man spat, scoffing again and settling his gaze on the bright city yonder.
“If you think yourself of unmatched greatness, Mr. Jung,” Jaejoong met his gaze briefly before turning to walk away. “You better think again.”
Jung Yunho stared after the unimpressed pale man. Hard.
No-
No one had ever dared to speak to him like that. In all his years in the corporate world-or rather, from the moment he was born he was used to being placed on a pedestal. He was accustomed to be treated with more respect and admiration than others because that was how the very first chapter of his life started. He didn’t question it or wondered why-he just knew. Jung Yunho was someone to be respected, revered-anyone with the audacity to trifle with him... did such a person even exist?
Yes, he decided. And it was the person who had been standing right next to him moments ago, and he remembered how he behaved in Yunho’s presence, idly rolling the wine in his glass like a bored spectator of a dull TV show rerun.
But dull he was not. He was Jung Yunho, a force to be reckoned with and perfection incarnate. He narrowed his eyes at where he last saw the man and thought that the man had just unknowingly insulted the host of the party. As seconds passed, he slowly smirked.
And yet-
Yunho put his foot forward and started moving.
Jaejoong muttered obscenities under his breath as he continued to roll the wine in his glass, ignoring the curious looks being sent his way. He thought about sipping a little, but his mood was too dampened for him to consider actually doing it. Instead, he continued walking across the hall, silently fuming and gritting his teeth.
Jung Yunho.
What an infuriating man!
‘Such arrogance.’ He thought angrily in his head, stopping in the middle of the hall to glare at the half-empty wine glass. ‘Such cheek!’
Never in his life had Jaejoong come across such a conceited man. He was powerful, yes, handsome and influential-but careful he should be, for his head might grow bigger than the entrance of his manor! An inflated ego the size of China couldn’t possibly fit in his abode.
He was about to continue walking away when his glass was suddenly seized from him, and he quickly turned to get it back. But he was stopped in his tracks when the familiar smirking face of one Jung Yunho became the subject of his vision. His knuckles cracked.
Oh, how infuriating indeed.
“That glass is mine,” The pale beauty declared, frigidly standing in front of him. “I’d appreciate it back, Mr. Jung.”
He raised an eyebrow, acting coy. He stared at the glass and inspected it from different angles, inwardly smirking in satisfaction when he heard a low growl emit from the lips of the irate man. Yunho frowned in contemplation and shrugged, smiling at his guest as if he were a child making a wrong statement. Which he was, if you thought about it.
“Yours?” The tanned businessman repeated, lifting a glass the slightest bit, fascinated by the sensual roll of the wine inside. “I’m afraid you are mistaken, Mr. Kim. This glass is not yours; it’s mine. You are merely borrowing it and will continue being able to do so for as long as I see fit.”
“Trying to act cute, Mr. Jung?” His beautiful guest rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “I was obviously not being literal, good sir. Yes, it is indeed not my glass, per se, but it was in my use and possession. Being a high-class businessman with a flair for the... arguably riveting, you should have been able to understand that.” He levelled the man with an unimpressed stare after he inspected his nails. It was his turn to smirk.
“Or was I wrong to assume that the great Jung Yunho came with a good educational background?”
The gasps that sounded around them made Jung Yunho think that they had an audience. He briefly looked around to see just how many before smiling and shaking his head, sighing as if he was the one unimpressed.
“Now who’s the one being presumptuous, Mr. Kim?” He savored the look on his guest’s face and chuckled. He raised the glass again to look at it, and he moved the translucent liquid to color the pale man. He smiled.
Red suited him perfectly.
“I’m perfectly aware that this glass was in your use, Mr. Kim. You holding it and occasionally drinking from it are obvious indications of this.” He took a few steps forward till he was almost touching the pale man, and he chuckled when the man drew back.
“If you think yourself to be more intelligent and aware than I am, then you better think again, Mr. Kim.” He winked crudely, and the pale man’s cheeks were immediately splashed crimson. He grinned.
Oh yes, red suited him very nicely.
“Then what was your intention,” The man paused to glare at him almost hatefully, and Yunho found it strange that he was already craving that look. “When you rudely took my glass and even started provoking me on top of it?”
“Ah, ah, ah, not yours, remember?” The man bristled just a bit, and he laughed. “Calm down, Mr. Kim. I am not trying to pick a fight with you when I said those words. Though, I am a bit saddened that you weren’t able to understand the meaning behind my words.”
Jaejoong raised a delicate brow. “Which is?”
Yunho smiled sweetly, and instead of replying immediately, he drew closer to the man until their chests touched. When he felt the pale man start stepping back he used his free arm to wrap around the man’s middle, keeping him locked in his embrace. Kim Jaejoong stared up at him, obviously scandalized, but before anything could escape the man’s lips, he brought the edge of the glass to sit on those pink, plump cushions, loving the way the man gasped.
“Tell me, Mr. Kim.” He leaned closer so that his face was merely centimeters away from the flawless one in front of him. Yunho lifted the glass from the man’s lips and put in on his this time. “Are you not aware when someone is flirting with you?” He tipped the glass, drinking the last amount of wine in it.
Yunho had it coming-whilst he was distracted, the beautiful man in his arms suddenly drew back his arm and clenched his fist. The glass slowly fell to the marble floor as Jung Yunho saw the fist slowly making its way to his soon-to-be-marred face. The glass shattered, and the fist collided with his jaw. The impact was intense, the gasps around him loud and high-pitched-the punch was strong enough to send the host falling to ground, caught off-guard and just stunned. It was… so unexpected. And flawless.
Just like the man who stood over him, fuming and drawing sharp breaths.
“N-Never-“ He stopped mid-screech to gesture emphatically with his arm. “N-Never have I been so insulted! Y-You-you cad! If you think you can get away with something like that, think again you maniac!” He pointed at the fallen businessman with a shaky finger. He ranted some more, but he was unaware of the stunned look on Yunho’s face and the way his eyes shined as he continued to stare up at the fuming guest.
How-how beautiful can a person be?
“I’ve had enough of this. I’m leaving!” The pale beauty announced, turning on his heel and making his way through the crowd that circled around them at some point, muttering obscenities under his breath. Yunho vaguely heard doors opening and closing, but he was aware enough to understand that people were crowding around him and asking him questions.
“Are you all right, Mr. Jung?!”
“The nerve of that man!”
“How dare he punch the host like that?”
“Was he not taught manners?”
“Perhaps his pedigree isn’t as sophisticated as the rest of us-“
Yunho let a few people help him up, and as he stood on his toes he rubbed his sore cheek, feeling the sting of pain lingering still. He stared at the spot where the man vanished, marked appropriately by the small red puddle of wine he hadn’t finished in the now-shattered glass on the floor, and he realized he was slowly smiling to himself. He caressed his reddish cheek and sighed in bliss.
Jung Yunho couldn’t think of a more romantic way to fall in love.
Um. Yeah. That's it? :))
This... I had apparently written this four years ago, back when I was just a high school student. INTENSE. Seriously, no wonder I suck, look at the shit I wrote back then. LOL. And I wrote Yunho as a narcissistic, perverted creeper too! LMAO. I didn't even edit this, I just copy-pasted it from the old doc file and... yeah. So sorry for any mistakes and shit.
But despite its weirdness and failness, I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. HAHA. And don't even ask me about the setting; I can't even remember what I was thinking when I wrote this oneshot four years ago @__@ I just remember writing it in Physics class, which explains why looking at my report card can easily draw tears from my eyes HAHAHAHA!
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