A Model War Prologue
Title: A model war
Genre: Um... Dunno. Drama maybe?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: YunJae, not really! JaeMin
Warnings: BoyXBoy
Disclaimer: In a perect world, nobody would own anyone, and everyone would be entitled to their own opinion and the ability to voice those opinions. Unfortunately, we don't live in a perfect world and somehow SM ended up putting their claims on most of these boys... I can only claim the plot.
Summary: Things weren't easy. But then, things were never easy when you were Korea's number one model. But things only get harder when the newest model out there is the one to be threatening your position. It's even harder when said model is your ex-boyfriend, Kim Jaejoong.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to misterricalx, happy birthday bb!
Prologue
Third Person POV
Clouds loomed in the sky above the secret apartment of Jung Yunho as he woke up, and he knew that it was going to be a bad day. Why is the apartment so secret you may ask? Simple, Jung Yunho was Korea's number one supermodel. The third suggestion when you type 'yun' into google, third suggestion when you type 'u-k' too. Sounds like he's definitely gay right? Well, not far off. He's bi-sexual. Though, not really- he only dates beautiful people, and by beautiful we're talking feminine looks, like Kim Heechul- number two supermodel. So really, Yunho only dates people that at least look like girls. Or remind him o a girl. But then, why would you want to know that? Well, that would spoil the story wouldn't it?
“Yah! Jung Yunho! Get your lazy ass out of bed before I come up and kick it out of bed!” And that would be Park Yoochun, number three model.
“Mmpnfibgjmm...” Did I mention that Yunho was pretty much the worst morning person out there, only second to his ex-boyfriend-
“Yah! Did you say you used to date Kim Jaejoong?”
“Yeah...”
“Huh... And you broke up with him why?”
“Bitch slept... with... Shim Changmin...”
“So? He's hot enough that I wouldn't have cared... although, maybe I'd make Changmin pay rent...”
“You've never... met him... how would you know?”
“He's like, on the font cover of Elle Korea.”
“WHAT?!” Yunho was second, because Jaejoong didn't wake up for anything or anyone, not even when his foster parents called to say he was adopted, and that they felt guilty for not having told him. Not exactly something you'd say over the phone right?
“Yeah, see-”
“Oh my God! That was my spot! My front cover! He's not even a model!” Yunho shouted, having somehow gotten from his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen in time to steal Yoochun's magazine before he even finished his sentence.
“Hmph. It says here, that he is just starting up his modelling career, and that...” Yoochun snatches the magazine back.
“Oh my God! They're predicting that he'll take over my spot as number one!” Yunho takes bak the magazine.
“Yunho-hyung... Please stop yelling. You'll overstretch your mouth, and whilst that is good for sucking cock, I doubt that Mr Sooman will be very happy, given that your mouth is one of your 'attractive points'” And enter number three worst morning person, Kim Kibum. Although, most commonly referred to as 'Key'.
“Key, my ex-boyfriend is supposedly taking over my spot as number one supermodel.” Yunho glares at Key.
“You actually dated a hot guy once?” Insert Ryo, snarky, hot, arrogant, masculine, japanese, and a permanent smirk plastered across his face. Seriously, even in his sleep.
“Fuck you.”
“And here I was thinking that Koreans actually respected their elders... Guess I was wrong.”
* * *
Meanwhile, in the not so secret apartment of Kim Jaejoong.
“Yah! Jaejoong! Why didn't you ever tell me that you were going to start modelling?” Shim Changmin, the one night stand that despite being the genius that he was, didn't quite seem to understand the meaning of the phrase.
“Not a fucking model...” Jaejoong mumbles, still half-asleep, with no real plans of getting up today.
“Elle Korea begs to differ, hyung. Apparently you'll be taking over Jung Yunho's spot in no time.” Kim Junsu, the kid he rescued from the dolphin tank at the aquarium that seems determined to make it up to him, although nobody was really sure how...
“Junsu... Changmin... Why are the only people that bother interrupting my sleep the only ones that I've ever told to fuck off?” Jaejoong opens his eyes, to give a full-on death glare that has Junsu hiding behind his stupidly tall dongsaeng.
“Because we're the only ones that know that you never mean it when you say 'I don't want you in my life any more' despite the glares that come with the words.” Changmin states.
A smile comes to his face as Jaejoong remembers all the times that he has said that to those two, and yet they still stay friends with him. They just happen to be the only people in the world that Jaejoong would do anything for, including waking up, despite what a certain Jung Yunho may like to think.
“So are you a model hyung?” Junsu asks, clearly confused by the situation.
“No, I just had a few photos taken for a friend.”
“And your friend jut happened to be working at Elle, and put you on the front cover.”
“Pretty mu- wait, front cover?!”
“And an article.”
“The article I agreed to, because what are the chances of Yunho looking at some random article but Oh my God, he's going to see the front cover. Ahh! He'll kill me!”
“How is he going to kill you? He doesn't even know you, let alone where you live.” Changmin says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world- which it probably would be to anybody who didn't know the truth of the situation.
“Hehe... yeah... right...” Jaejoong gives a weak smile.
“Hyung... Why do I get the feeling that you know each other?” Changmin seems dubious.
“Remember when that guy caught us together that one time, Min?”
“Yeah...”
“Jung Yunho, my at the time boyfriend.”
“Fuck.”
“Pretty much.”
“So you broke up with your boyfriend because of me?” Changmin says with a dreamy look on his face.
“Way to see the bigger picture, Min.” Jaejoong says sarcastically.
“Wait, you never moved houses?”
“Aren't you supposed to be a self-proclaimed genius?”
“Yes. I just spend too much time around you two.”
“Or not enough, given that you didn't know that I hadn't moved houses?” Jaejoong suggests.
“I spend enough time around you to know that you're screwed.”
“No way.”
“No really, screwed.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, last time I checked, Jung Yunho didn't just randomly come to your house for breakfast from time to time.”
“What...”
“Look out the window.”
Jaejoong went over and looked out the window, and sure enough, Jung Yunho was walking down the street towards his house, not looking terribly pleased with the world.
“Shit.”
“My sentiments exactly.”
“No, I believe your sentiments were 'you're really screwed'.”
Knock, knock. Jaejoong looks to his friends, hoping for any ideas, or at least some support. All he gets is them suspiciously looking around for distractions.
“Don't worry, your old hyung will get the door. Don't worry if I don't come back. Just tell my parents that I love them okay?” Jaejoong sighs melodramatically.
“Yah! Kim Jaejoong! Open the door!” All three glance towards the stairs and finally Jaejoong receives a look of sympathy at least from Junsu.
Jaejoong walks down the stairs, dreading every step that he takes, bringing him closer to a fate he didn't like the sound of.
“Hello?” Jaejoong swung the door open, trying to act as innocent and confident as he could.
“Joongie!~” Well, that was unexpected. Jaejoong thought before he was pushed against the wall of his hallway, lips of a certain supermodel muffling his sounds of surprise as he was pulled off the wall and out the door, Yunho taking him who knows where.
A/N: Woah. O.o Third person... so rare for me. Should I continue in third person or go back to first?
Genre: Um... Dunno. Drama maybe?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: YunJae, not really! JaeMin
Warnings: BoyXBoy
Disclaimer: In a perect world, nobody would own anyone, and everyone would be entitled to their own opinion and the ability to voice those opinions. Unfortunately, we don't live in a perfect world and somehow SM ended up putting their claims on most of these boys... I can only claim the plot.
Summary: Things weren't easy. But then, things were never easy when you were Korea's number one model. But things only get harder when the newest model out there is the one to be threatening your position. It's even harder when said model is your ex-boyfriend, Kim Jaejoong.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to misterricalx, happy birthday bb!
Prologue
Third Person POV
Clouds loomed in the sky above the secret apartment of Jung Yunho as he woke up, and he knew that it was going to be a bad day. Why is the apartment so secret you may ask? Simple, Jung Yunho was Korea's number one supermodel. The third suggestion when you type 'yun' into google, third suggestion when you type 'u-k' too. Sounds like he's definitely gay right? Well, not far off. He's bi-sexual. Though, not really- he only dates beautiful people, and by beautiful we're talking feminine looks, like Kim Heechul- number two supermodel. So really, Yunho only dates people that at least look like girls. Or remind him o a girl. But then, why would you want to know that? Well, that would spoil the story wouldn't it?
“Yah! Jung Yunho! Get your lazy ass out of bed before I come up and kick it out of bed!” And that would be Park Yoochun, number three model.
“Mmpnfibgjmm...” Did I mention that Yunho was pretty much the worst morning person out there, only second to his ex-boyfriend-
“Yah! Did you say you used to date Kim Jaejoong?”
“Yeah...”
“Huh... And you broke up with him why?”
“Bitch slept... with... Shim Changmin...”
“So? He's hot enough that I wouldn't have cared... although, maybe I'd make Changmin pay rent...”
“You've never... met him... how would you know?”
“He's like, on the font cover of Elle Korea.”
“WHAT?!” Yunho was second, because Jaejoong didn't wake up for anything or anyone, not even when his foster parents called to say he was adopted, and that they felt guilty for not having told him. Not exactly something you'd say over the phone right?
“Yeah, see-”
“Oh my God! That was my spot! My front cover! He's not even a model!” Yunho shouted, having somehow gotten from his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen in time to steal Yoochun's magazine before he even finished his sentence.
“Hmph. It says here, that he is just starting up his modelling career, and that...” Yoochun snatches the magazine back.
“Oh my God! They're predicting that he'll take over my spot as number one!” Yunho takes bak the magazine.
“Yunho-hyung... Please stop yelling. You'll overstretch your mouth, and whilst that is good for sucking cock, I doubt that Mr Sooman will be very happy, given that your mouth is one of your 'attractive points'” And enter number three worst morning person, Kim Kibum. Although, most commonly referred to as 'Key'.
“Key, my ex-boyfriend is supposedly taking over my spot as number one supermodel.” Yunho glares at Key.
“You actually dated a hot guy once?” Insert Ryo, snarky, hot, arrogant, masculine, japanese, and a permanent smirk plastered across his face. Seriously, even in his sleep.
“Fuck you.”
“And here I was thinking that Koreans actually respected their elders... Guess I was wrong.”
* * *
Meanwhile, in the not so secret apartment of Kim Jaejoong.
“Yah! Jaejoong! Why didn't you ever tell me that you were going to start modelling?” Shim Changmin, the one night stand that despite being the genius that he was, didn't quite seem to understand the meaning of the phrase.
“Not a fucking model...” Jaejoong mumbles, still half-asleep, with no real plans of getting up today.
“Elle Korea begs to differ, hyung. Apparently you'll be taking over Jung Yunho's spot in no time.” Kim Junsu, the kid he rescued from the dolphin tank at the aquarium that seems determined to make it up to him, although nobody was really sure how...
“Junsu... Changmin... Why are the only people that bother interrupting my sleep the only ones that I've ever told to fuck off?” Jaejoong opens his eyes, to give a full-on death glare that has Junsu hiding behind his stupidly tall dongsaeng.
“Because we're the only ones that know that you never mean it when you say 'I don't want you in my life any more' despite the glares that come with the words.” Changmin states.
A smile comes to his face as Jaejoong remembers all the times that he has said that to those two, and yet they still stay friends with him. They just happen to be the only people in the world that Jaejoong would do anything for, including waking up, despite what a certain Jung Yunho may like to think.
“So are you a model hyung?” Junsu asks, clearly confused by the situation.
“No, I just had a few photos taken for a friend.”
“And your friend jut happened to be working at Elle, and put you on the front cover.”
“Pretty mu- wait, front cover?!”
“And an article.”
“The article I agreed to, because what are the chances of Yunho looking at some random article but Oh my God, he's going to see the front cover. Ahh! He'll kill me!”
“How is he going to kill you? He doesn't even know you, let alone where you live.” Changmin says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world- which it probably would be to anybody who didn't know the truth of the situation.
“Hehe... yeah... right...” Jaejoong gives a weak smile.
“Hyung... Why do I get the feeling that you know each other?” Changmin seems dubious.
“Remember when that guy caught us together that one time, Min?”
“Yeah...”
“Jung Yunho, my at the time boyfriend.”
“Fuck.”
“Pretty much.”
“So you broke up with your boyfriend because of me?” Changmin says with a dreamy look on his face.
“Way to see the bigger picture, Min.” Jaejoong says sarcastically.
“Wait, you never moved houses?”
“Aren't you supposed to be a self-proclaimed genius?”
“Yes. I just spend too much time around you two.”
“Or not enough, given that you didn't know that I hadn't moved houses?” Jaejoong suggests.
“I spend enough time around you to know that you're screwed.”
“No way.”
“No really, screwed.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, last time I checked, Jung Yunho didn't just randomly come to your house for breakfast from time to time.”
“What...”
“Look out the window.”
Jaejoong went over and looked out the window, and sure enough, Jung Yunho was walking down the street towards his house, not looking terribly pleased with the world.
“Shit.”
“My sentiments exactly.”
“No, I believe your sentiments were 'you're really screwed'.”
Knock, knock. Jaejoong looks to his friends, hoping for any ideas, or at least some support. All he gets is them suspiciously looking around for distractions.
“Don't worry, your old hyung will get the door. Don't worry if I don't come back. Just tell my parents that I love them okay?” Jaejoong sighs melodramatically.
“Yah! Kim Jaejoong! Open the door!” All three glance towards the stairs and finally Jaejoong receives a look of sympathy at least from Junsu.
Jaejoong walks down the stairs, dreading every step that he takes, bringing him closer to a fate he didn't like the sound of.
“Hello?” Jaejoong swung the door open, trying to act as innocent and confident as he could.
“Joongie!~” Well, that was unexpected. Jaejoong thought before he was pushed against the wall of his hallway, lips of a certain supermodel muffling his sounds of surprise as he was pulled off the wall and out the door, Yunho taking him who knows where.
A/N: Woah. O.o Third person... so rare for me. Should I continue in third person or go back to first?