crush (prologue/?)
Title: CRUSH
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13
Length: ?
Disclaimer: What I'd do if they were mine~
Summary: When 17-year-old virgin Kim Jaejoong meets his older sister's new boyfriend, he comes to the grand conclusion that he may not be as asexual as he once believed.
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P A R T ONE
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Ohdearlordjesuschrist.
A flash of the godliest man to have ever crossed my path of existence engulfed my peripheral view, and I couldn’t help but goggle at him, slack-jawed and buggy-eyed like a loon. He was tall, shirtless, and tan all over, wearing just a pair of flowery swimming trunks to hide his precious bits. Though he wouldn’t be considered the most masculine or hunky fellow on earth, he was immediate perfection to me - a masterpiece of hotness from his tousled auburn hair to his cute toes wiggling inside those worn leather flip-flops.
My moment of awe instantly crumbled when I heard a sudden gasp. A familiar feminine gasp.
“Jaejoong-ah!”
Of course. It only made sense that my older sister would be the person leading such a chef-d'oeuvre into our house. He was probably another one of her newly acquired fucks. As usual. Ahyoung rarely dated men for more a few days before dumping their asses back into singledom. However, being the ‘amazing’ creature she was, most of her ex-boyfriends ultimately became some of her closest friends. Might I say, they were lewd, lascivious friends.
“Hi.”
My sister cocked up a thin eyebrow, glancing at my tiny array of school belongings that I'd barely set on the living room coffee table.
A strained smile climbed into place.
“I didn’t expect you home so early,” she said. I recognized the proverbial death glare in her eyes; it meant I needed to scram. Now.
And I wasn’t about to protest. My sister resembled that of a banshee during sex when our parents weren’t around, which was sadly quite often. I only happened to discover this atrocious detail through the absurd number of times I came home from school to hear screams that traumatized the mind and soul of an innocent, pure seventeen-year-old boy (like me).
“Weren’t you going to eat dinner with one of your friends tonight, Jaejoong?” asked Ahyoung, a little too nicely.
“Uh… Yes,” I replied slowly, “I was just… leaving.” I looked at my backpack forlornly and shrugged it on. So much for today’s fortunate early dismissal. Simply so that I could annoy Ahyoung, I took my leisurely time walking across the living room to the front door. All the meanwhile, my pupils continued their stronghold on the new guy.
I was surprised; he didn’t appear in the least uneasy under my blatant observation. In fact, an amused grin actually tickled his lips as he stared back at me. Fuck me. His eyes were breathtaking.
A pleasant tremor ran up my spine when my shoulder 'accidentally' brushed against his naked arm. I promptly cursed my stupidity, though; this guy was my sister’s boyfriend! He was likely straighter than an obnoxiously posh plastic ruler.
Still, it didn’t stop me from pondering whether or not I should’ve taken off my blazer before I left. Would I be too obvious if I went back to the couch, took off my blazer, and sauntered back for some more arm touching? Nuhhh, the loss! My loss! I wondered if I’d ever be granted the rare opportunity to cop a feel from this delicious man again. I pined inwardly on my way out and distinctly heard the ‘delicious man’ comment with a short chuckle to my sister, “Weird kid.”
I could already imagine Ahyoung rolling her eyes and muttering, “Understatement of the year.”
I frowned for a split second.
Everyone thought I was weird. Not the paranormal-seeking, Warcraft-addicted, mentally-challenged, naïve country-boy, or yakuza-wannabe weird, but the where-the-fuck-is-yo-mind-Kim-Jaejoong weird. My parents frequently described my character as 4-D. They once revealed to me in hushed, serious tones that my mind was so far from normal, it lied in an alternate dimension possessing barely any sensible explanation describing the plane’s very existence on earth. That weird.
I wasn’t exactly sure how my sister’s boyfriend noticed my spiraling self-reflection, considering how the door was already partway closed; but, I was happy, nonetheless, when he mentioned in a chipper voice, “He’s a good weird, though. Cute.”
I swore I melted a little. Well, okay, maybe a lot. My legs unexpectedly turned into jelly out of the spur, prompting me to drop onto the cemented ground like a sissy after the door was slammed shut.
Oh, god. I patted both sides of my shockingly warm cheeks with shaky hands. I would’ve believed I had dreamt everything if not for the startling thump against the front door and the muffled wail - unmistakably Ahyoung's - which followed subsequently.
Damn it.
I glanced around the vacant neighborhood, relieved no one was lurking the streets - especially that Park Yoochun guy who was constantly stalking my sister. As I attempted to seize control of my thigh and calve muscles with a copious amount of wriggling, I came down to the realization that I was stuck here like the exasperating man from QWOP. My lower body was practically frozen in place. What the fuck.
I poked my left leg with an index finger, feeling somewhat strange and tingly inside. Was this... Was this arousal?! I hadn’t experienced this type of situation at all regarding Ahyoung's previous boyfriends. Naturally, the others were inhumanely gorgeous, too, so I'm not sure why this would happen. I mean, I had only seen the guy’s gorgeous face for less than a minute! I tried quelling the odd fluttering in my stomach as a hot flush overran my traitorous body. It was embarrassing to think that I must have been like the mirror image of those lusty virgin sluts from the racy Harlequin novels my mom used to enjoy reading so much.
Literally falling in love at first sight? Really? Was that even possible?
...but what else could my palpitating heart, present humiliating pose, and half-hard state denote?
As I prolonged my terrible sitting stance (the standard girlish tucked-in legs position), I let the motors in my head run and run and run until the drool pooling at the corners of my mouth signaled that my brain had finally died from sheer bewilderment and, perhaps, stupidity. Obviously, nothing productive came out of it.
Falling for my older sister’s new boyfriend, who would’ve thought?
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13
Length: ?
Disclaimer: What I'd do if they were mine~
Summary: When 17-year-old virgin Kim Jaejoong meets his older sister's new boyfriend, he comes to the grand conclusion that he may not be as asexual as he once believed.
1 ||
* * * * *
P A R T ONE
* * * * *
Ohdearlordjesuschrist.
A flash of the godliest man to have ever crossed my path of existence engulfed my peripheral view, and I couldn’t help but goggle at him, slack-jawed and buggy-eyed like a loon. He was tall, shirtless, and tan all over, wearing just a pair of flowery swimming trunks to hide his precious bits. Though he wouldn’t be considered the most masculine or hunky fellow on earth, he was immediate perfection to me - a masterpiece of hotness from his tousled auburn hair to his cute toes wiggling inside those worn leather flip-flops.
My moment of awe instantly crumbled when I heard a sudden gasp. A familiar feminine gasp.
“Jaejoong-ah!”
Of course. It only made sense that my older sister would be the person leading such a chef-d'oeuvre into our house. He was probably another one of her newly acquired fucks. As usual. Ahyoung rarely dated men for more a few days before dumping their asses back into singledom. However, being the ‘amazing’ creature she was, most of her ex-boyfriends ultimately became some of her closest friends. Might I say, they were lewd, lascivious friends.
“Hi.”
My sister cocked up a thin eyebrow, glancing at my tiny array of school belongings that I'd barely set on the living room coffee table.
A strained smile climbed into place.
“I didn’t expect you home so early,” she said. I recognized the proverbial death glare in her eyes; it meant I needed to scram. Now.
And I wasn’t about to protest. My sister resembled that of a banshee during sex when our parents weren’t around, which was sadly quite often. I only happened to discover this atrocious detail through the absurd number of times I came home from school to hear screams that traumatized the mind and soul of an innocent, pure seventeen-year-old boy (like me).
“Weren’t you going to eat dinner with one of your friends tonight, Jaejoong?” asked Ahyoung, a little too nicely.
“Uh… Yes,” I replied slowly, “I was just… leaving.” I looked at my backpack forlornly and shrugged it on. So much for today’s fortunate early dismissal. Simply so that I could annoy Ahyoung, I took my leisurely time walking across the living room to the front door. All the meanwhile, my pupils continued their stronghold on the new guy.
I was surprised; he didn’t appear in the least uneasy under my blatant observation. In fact, an amused grin actually tickled his lips as he stared back at me. Fuck me. His eyes were breathtaking.
A pleasant tremor ran up my spine when my shoulder 'accidentally' brushed against his naked arm. I promptly cursed my stupidity, though; this guy was my sister’s boyfriend! He was likely straighter than an obnoxiously posh plastic ruler.
Still, it didn’t stop me from pondering whether or not I should’ve taken off my blazer before I left. Would I be too obvious if I went back to the couch, took off my blazer, and sauntered back for some more arm touching? Nuhhh, the loss! My loss! I wondered if I’d ever be granted the rare opportunity to cop a feel from this delicious man again. I pined inwardly on my way out and distinctly heard the ‘delicious man’ comment with a short chuckle to my sister, “Weird kid.”
I could already imagine Ahyoung rolling her eyes and muttering, “Understatement of the year.”
I frowned for a split second.
Everyone thought I was weird. Not the paranormal-seeking, Warcraft-addicted, mentally-challenged, naïve country-boy, or yakuza-wannabe weird, but the where-the-fuck-is-yo-mind-Kim-Jaejoong weird. My parents frequently described my character as 4-D. They once revealed to me in hushed, serious tones that my mind was so far from normal, it lied in an alternate dimension possessing barely any sensible explanation describing the plane’s very existence on earth. That weird.
I wasn’t exactly sure how my sister’s boyfriend noticed my spiraling self-reflection, considering how the door was already partway closed; but, I was happy, nonetheless, when he mentioned in a chipper voice, “He’s a good weird, though. Cute.”
I swore I melted a little. Well, okay, maybe a lot. My legs unexpectedly turned into jelly out of the spur, prompting me to drop onto the cemented ground like a sissy after the door was slammed shut.
Oh, god. I patted both sides of my shockingly warm cheeks with shaky hands. I would’ve believed I had dreamt everything if not for the startling thump against the front door and the muffled wail - unmistakably Ahyoung's - which followed subsequently.
Damn it.
I glanced around the vacant neighborhood, relieved no one was lurking the streets - especially that Park Yoochun guy who was constantly stalking my sister. As I attempted to seize control of my thigh and calve muscles with a copious amount of wriggling, I came down to the realization that I was stuck here like the exasperating man from QWOP. My lower body was practically frozen in place. What the fuck.
I poked my left leg with an index finger, feeling somewhat strange and tingly inside. Was this... Was this arousal?! I hadn’t experienced this type of situation at all regarding Ahyoung's previous boyfriends. Naturally, the others were inhumanely gorgeous, too, so I'm not sure why this would happen. I mean, I had only seen the guy’s gorgeous face for less than a minute! I tried quelling the odd fluttering in my stomach as a hot flush overran my traitorous body. It was embarrassing to think that I must have been like the mirror image of those lusty virgin sluts from the racy Harlequin novels my mom used to enjoy reading so much.
Literally falling in love at first sight? Really? Was that even possible?
...but what else could my palpitating heart, present humiliating pose, and half-hard state denote?
As I prolonged my terrible sitting stance (the standard girlish tucked-in legs position), I let the motors in my head run and run and run until the drool pooling at the corners of my mouth signaled that my brain had finally died from sheer bewilderment and, perhaps, stupidity. Obviously, nothing productive came out of it.
Falling for my older sister’s new boyfriend, who would’ve thought?