Skip Heart! Chapter Three: You're Still An Asshole, I See
.Skip Heart!
.7daywar
.I only own the plot.
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.Jaejoong is the owner of Skip Heart! A host club that caters to the wealthy and elite (don't think too much of Ouran), with a twist. The pretty boys that service the men aren't just eye-candy, they can also be sponsored (to earn extra perks in benefits). Jaejoong thinks he's off limits, but in the world of Jung Yunho, he belongs to him.
author's note: my one-shot was too angsty so i thought i would counter it with some light shenanigans. here is chapter three. 'bourne from hate' should be updated tomorrow. also, i freakin' love yunho in this, he's such an a-hole, but his character is fun to write and the yoosu is the love!
You're Still An Asshole, I See
Mir snagged the front of Taemin's dress after hearing that, bringing their faces closer together. "He's a porn star?"
Taemin's eye twitched. "If we're talking about the same guy, then yes, he does both gay and straight porn."
"How do you know this?" Mir was eyeing his best-friend suspiciously, looking like he was trying to stop him-self from bursting into laughter. Taemin's ears turned red.
"I... read?" Mir snorted and then looped his arm with Taemin’s.
"Do you want to see what he looks like? He doesn't know that I know, but I got Junsu-hyung to tell me, because I caught him and Yoochun-shi having sex on Jaejoong-hyung’s desk."
Jaejoong blinked across his desk at Yunho, before sighing. Yunho hadn't changed in the least, and Jaejoong figured that he never would. The man was proud, didn't think anything was wrong with him in just expected Jaejoong to fall at his feet every time they happened to bump into each other. The only reason he had gotten away from the other man an his ego was by foregoing college and accepting his older brothers offer. Though it looked as if Yunho was now back in his life, he had somehow managed to find him (even though Skip Heart’s admittance was invitation only) and there would certainly be no getting rid of him again, ever.
"I'm off-limits Yunho; I'm not sponsoring myself off to anyone, not even you."
"I happen to know that you have been letting someone else inside of you." Jaejoong's eyes flashed at that accusation, even though it was somewhat true.
"What gives you the right to pry into my private life? I can do what I please, with whoever I want."
"Just not me, right?"
"We aren't having this conversation, I'm not signing myself over to you Yunho-yah and that's final. You can try to intimidate me all you like, but I won't change my mind." Yunho laughed, then shifted in his seat and took out his wallet. He pulled a Polaroid from it that he threw onto Jaejoong's desk.
Jaejoong leaned forward, inspecting the picture before glancing back up at Yunho, his expression a bit troubled. Yunho crossed one leg over the other, smirking.
"I believe is name is... Kim Hyunjoong. He's an insurance broker and a rather pathetic one at that, his business is failing so he's turning tricks to make ends meet. What is it, pity sex?"
Jaejoong stood up. Yunho had succeeded once again in ticking him off. It was no secret that the only person on earth that could make his blood boil as hot it was now was Yunho (and he knew it). Jaejoong wanted Yunho to get the hell out, but even if he did call his bodyguards in to forcefully remove him they would be too afraid to touch him, too afraid of what Yunho would do to them afterward. He was much too powerful and Jaejoong could feel his own powerlessness in the wake of him.
He reached for the picture and lightly caressed it, smiling when Yunho growled deep in his throat at the gesture. Jaejoong shook out his blond hair before fixing Yunho with an almost coy look. It wouldn't do to keep letting the other man get to him, so, he was going to play his game, only by his rules.
"I'm not sure how you found out about Hyunjoong, but since you seem to think you own me, I'm not surprised. What are you going to do to him if I don't stop seeing him, huh?"
Yunho stood up at that and threw his outer jacket over the back of the chair before un-doing his cuff links. He side-glanced at Jaejoong, his eyes roving over Jaejoong's too-pretty face and that expanse of one creamy white shoulder. Jaejoong seemed to notice his wandering eye so he tilted his head to the side to give him a better view. Yunho frowned at Jaejoong's obvious teasing.
"What makes you think I haven't already done something?"
Jaejoong's mouth formed a slight pout. "What do you mean?"
"Why else do you think his brokerage firm is going bankrupt?"
Changmin wondered when the older man had managed to sneak up behind him, and felt embarrassed to be caught by such a classy looking man acting like a bratty child. Changmin's long, silky black hair was tied up in a pony-tail a top his head, some of the strands having come loose, brushing across his pale cheeks.
"I'm sorry sir, there is another bathroom, but its for our wealthier patrons." The man cocked a brow.
"You don't seem to know who I am," he smiled softly at the blush that suddenly appeared on Changmin's cheeks. "There's nothing wrong with that, you see, I'm a Chinese singer, actor and model, so it makes sense that you neither know nor recognize me. My name is Wang Leehom and I'm here to promote my upcoming picture here in South Korea."
He held out his hand and Changmin took it, taking note of its warmth. Leehom was staring at him expectantly and Changmin realized that he wanted to know his name as well.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm Choi Changmin; I just started working here today. I'm trying to save up to pay for my University classes, so my umma doesn't have to."
"You're trying to be more independent, that's very responsible of you."
"Thank you," they stared at each other for a long moment before Changmin remembered that the other man needed to use the bathroom. He moved around him gesturing for Wanghom to follow him. "Its this way, Wanghom-shi..."
"Leehom is fine, or you could call me hyung?" Leehom grinned at Changmin, who really wished he would stop blushing. This guy was driving him crazy and Changmin couldn't figure out if Leehom was doing it on purpose or not. The special bathroom was located at the other end of Skip Heart, so the walk gave them a chance to chat idly with one another.
"This is your first day?"
"Yes, I'm still trying to figure out how everything works and hyung was supposed to be helping me out, but he's abandoned me."
Leehom arched a brow. "The man you were arguing with earlier, Junsu, was he the one who was supposed to be helping you?"
"Unfortunately," Changmin hissed through gritted teeth. The two made it to the special bathroom and Woohyun who was standing beside it, looking bored, pushed him-self off the wall. He looked Wanghom over, slight recognition dawning on his face.
"I will need to see your card sir, just to make sure, its procedure."
Leehom didn't seem to mind at all as he pulled his card out of his back pocket, the little symbol in the corner validating his status. Woohyun actually whistled and then winked at Changmin who couldn't fathom why the other had just winked at him.
"The toilet, sink and even the floor are pure black marble, so do be careful. The inside of the sink is painted gold; though do reframe from picking at it, its actual gold, thus very expensive. If you want I can also draw you a bath, or you could shower, would you like to do either of those things?" Leehom looked a bit impressed and glanced back at Changmin, whose mouth was hanging open.
Changmin couldn’t believe it: black marble? Gold in the sinks? A frickin' bathtub and shower!? This host club was amazing. And it certainly didn't skimp on pleasing or spoiling its patron's, no wonder it was booming. They even had live entertainment!
"Are you responsible for meeting to a person’s needs in here?" Leehom asked still looking back at Changmin, who was pretending not to notice.
Woohyun nodded his head, looking as if that part were obvious. "Yes sir, I do everything but hold your wang while you pee and wipe your ass." The older man laughed at that. Woohyun grinned over at Changmin, who was actually hiding an amused smile of his own. Leehom's laughter subsided and he fixed his gaze on Woohyun, who straightened up, if only to appear more professional than he really was.
"I'm wondering if I could have Changmin do this task for me."
"I would love to say yes, but the rules state that only your sponsor can do such a thing. Also, Changmin here is a special case; he's the owner's son."
"Did you really have to mention that?" Changmin groaned rolling his eyes. Leehom appeared un-phased by this as he let what Woohyun explained settle into his brain. He nodded.
"In that case I will just relieve myself," Leehom turned to look back at Changmin, who looked like he was seconds away from choking Woohyun. "You'll still be out here, right?"
"Y-Yes, unless you want me to--"
"No, I would like you to escort me to your mother's office after this. I would very much like to discuss something with him." Changmin looked confused, but nodded his head nonetheless. Once Leehom had disappeared behind the special bathroom door, Woohyun hopped towards him.
"I think he's going to sponsor you!" Changmin's cheeks colored violently and Woohyun waved his hand in front of his face to give him some air. "If you keep on blushing, you're going to pass out and I'll get scolded for it."
Woohyun’s hand paused in front of Changmin's face as he took notice of someone from over the taller man's shoulder. A man with really small eyes and a beanie was walking toward them at a brisk pace. Woohyun stepped back just as the man's eyes settled onto his face, widening slightly.
"Woohyun?" He asked skeptically. Woohyun gulped and then smiled nervously.
"Oh, hello Sungkyu, how have you been?"
Jaejoong’s mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. "What did you just say?"
Yunho was currently looking at all the pictures on the walls of the other hosts. They all seemed happy, so it was very obvious that Jaejoong cared for them greatly and treated them more like his children than his employees. He glared at a picture of Jaejoong and Hyunjoong, Jaejoong looking utterly adorable with his eyes wide as he leaned into Hyunjoong's body, his fingers in a peace sign by his chest. Hyunjoong looked a bit more sedate as he leaned back into Jaejoong, his arm around his waist a soft smile on his face.
"He was looking to sponsor you, so I had to do something about it. It wasn't hard, a word here a word there, before the week was over he was losing money faster than a stuck pig loses blood."
"Yunho, you didn't?" And yet he so had. Yunho looked unapologetic as he glared over at Jaejoong.
"You belong to me Jaejoong, did you think I was just going to sit around and let someone else have you?"
"I'm not a piece of real estate Yunho! And even if Hyunjoong was going to propose to be my sponsor I wouldn't have accepted it, yes, we've had sex, but he's only my friend and a good one at that. I can't believe you would do something like this." Jaejoong walked around his desk. He'd wanted to keep as much distance between him and Yunho as was possible, but he couldn't stop him-self from going over and poking Yunho hard in the chest. "Do you really think doing something this selfish and cruel is going to just make me fall into your arms? You're twenty-six for crying out loud, you can't always think you can just flex your wallet and everyone will just fall at your feet!"
"Everyone does fall at my feet," Yunho refuted childishly. "So did you, once." Jaejoong slapped him, and Yunho had to admit, he hadn't saw that one coming. Jaejoong was so pissed off there were tears in his eyes as his cheeks flared red.
"I loved you, pabo, but looking at you now and listening to you, I can't imagine why. Get out of here Yunho; I can't stand to look at you anymore!" Jaejoong moved to go open the door for him, but Yunho slipped his fingers around his elbow, the touch surprisingly gentle and not bruising. Yunho's cheeks were hollowed an it looked like it was taking great effort for him to form the words he wanted to say.
"I'm sorry Jaejoong-ie that was heartless of me."
Jaejoong's eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out whether the other man was being sincere or not. With Yunho you could take nothing at face value. He wasn't at the the top of the food chain because he was a nice guy, the man was absolutely ruthless. It was why their relationship had failed, Yunho was always so unreasonably jealous, possessive and...
"I should go at this from another angle," Yunho rubbed his cheek, looking a bit turned on. "You know we're meant to be together Jaejoong, who knows your body or you, better than me?"
"What does that have to do with anything? Why sponsor me if we're so meant to be together? So you can tell all your friends that you were able to take Kim Jaejoong off the market?"
"I don't need a fucking piece of paper to do that Jaejoong, I'm doing this so everyone else will know that not only are you not available, but you never were. There is a reason why you refuse to let yourself be sponsored, and that reason is me."
"You're so full of yourself," Jaejoong gritted out as he stomped over to his office door, not realizing that he was giving Yunho a nice view of his skirt clad ass. He opened the door, his intent to order Yunho to get the hell out, but the words froze in his throat when he was met with Kyuhyun, hand raised into a fist. It seemed Jaejoong had opened the door just as he was going to knock on it.
Key made his way over to the bar, an armful of shot glasses in his grasp. He sighed dramatically as he set them down in front of Heechul who looked at them with nothing short of disdain. Key raised his arms above his head and stretched, the tiny, paint splattered, pink t-shirt his wore rising up and showing a peek of pale, flat stomach and his belly button, which was pierced.
"Chulie-ah, have you seen Taemin-ie? I've been looking for him all night. Jonghyun-hyung told me he was getting sponsored and I called him a lying, perverted, dinosaur!" Heechul raised his eyebrow. "Who would dare try to sully my baby? I'll rip his eyes out if this turns out to be true."
"Yes, you do that." Heechul responded in a bored tone. There was a commotion going on behind the flamboyant Key, somewhere near the stage and as a result business was a bit slow at the bar. "Who is that back there taking all my business? I'm bored out my skull waiting for someone to come over here and ask me to mix a drink."
Key's face scrunched up in distaste. "It's that attention-whoring Sungjong and his stupid s-line, he's putting on a show for a table full of middle-aged lawyers. I think they're throwing money at him too." He shrugged and turned back around to fix his gaze on Heechul. "Anyway, that's why I came over here; they want more drinks, this time a bottle of Tanqueray."
"How drunk are they?" Heechul asked as he looked over the bottles and removed one from the shelf.
"Not too drunk, they aren’t trying to cop a feel. Joongie-hyung would have their hands if they tried that shit again."
Heechul laughed and then waved Key off, whom threw him a smirk before sashaying off. Heechul sighed with boredom as he rested his elbow on the bar top. How much longer were they going to be open? He just wanted to go home already, run him-self a hot bath and dig into those chocolate's his Chinese admirer had sent him while he soaked. Heechul's phone rang, 'Someday My Prince Will Come' serenading his ears. Already knowing who it was he answered:
"I got your chocolates," Heechul said, running one long finger along the glazed bar top. "They must have been expensive, you really shouldn't have."
"You don't sound very pleased, are you being sarcastic?"
"Of course not," Heechul smiled. "You spoil me too much, it's really cute." The man on the other end laughed.
"Am I cute enough for you to agree to let me sponsor you?"
Heechul pretended to think. "You've been trying to sponsor me for nearly three years, 'Geng, I keep thinking you're going to give up at some point."
"It's not going to happy Heechul-ie, I've even told Jaejoong-shi to make sure no one else tries to come after you. He's a really good man, always looking out for his employee’s best interest."
"That's our Jaejoong-ah, he has an eye for these things, every couple he has set-up since he began this sponsorship has been a success. It's like he knows who’s meant to be and who isn't." The silence that followed that statement was both comforting and reflective.
"Are you going to be busy once you get off work, I can come by and cook you a late dinner?"
"That would be nice," Heechul agreed with a small smile. You can even join me during my bath, though I’m not sharing my chocolates.
"Chunnie!" Junsu whined as he put his shirt back on, Yoochun busy trying to button the jeans he was wearing. "If you were horny you should have told me before I left the apartment, you can't keep taking advantage of me at work, even if you are my sponsor!"
Yoochun frowned. "I thought I was your boyfriend, I just sponsored you because I was tired of those adjusshi's talking about how round your ass was and how much they'd like to--" Junsu elbowed him in the stomach.
"I'm going to be in so much trouble," Junsu continued as he opened the bathroom door and peeked out of it, afraid Changmin was still standing there waiting to go in on him again. "I have to find Changmin and bribe him with food so he won't tell on me."
"Su-ah, pay attention to me," Yoochun begged cutely as he rubbed his stomach. "I hardly see you anymore since you've taken on all those extra hours."
Junsu grabbed Yoochun's hand and intertwined their fingers, pulling him out with him as he exited the bathroom. "Will you stop being a baby, you're worse than Jaejoong-ie. I took on those extra hours because Joongie-ah has added on a Girl's Night to give the straight patrons something to look forward to. So, we've been going all around South Korea looking for women, of age, to add to the line-up. That is what has been keeping me so busy."
Yoochun grinned. "A Girl's Night, huh, that sounds like a lot of fun..." He winced at the stony glare Junsu shot him. "I mean, wow, that's a good idea, for those straight guys you know?" Yoochun force-laughed, then face-palmed him-self when Junsu stormed off.
"You're such a cheater Yoochun-ah, I'm staying at Jae's place tonight, see how much you like sleeping alone!" Yoochun quickly went off after him.
"Junsu, geez, I was joking! You know you have a great ass, right?"
"SHUT-UP!"
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