At the Bottom of Dante's Inferno - Prologue
Title: At the Bottom of Dante's Inferno
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Romance
Length: Chaptered
Beta-ed: mayday65
Summary: In between business and errands, a secretive affair between Jaejoong and Yunho blooms, a relationship with a married man, that is. Yunho was married to Yoona, the person who made him the wealthy man he is today, but what if his strong attraction towards Jaejoong keeps him from being faithful to his wife? As the affair continues, Yunho and Jaejoong are pushed down to the last layer of hell, according to the hell geography designed by Dante, the author of their favorite book, The Inferno (but metaphorically of course). Frustrated, Yunho chose a sinful path to end all ultimatums threatening his relationship with Jaejoong.
Author's Note
"Damn," Yunho groaned, letting his hand slide feebly from the steering wheel and onto his thighs before converting his well-practiced patience into incoherent curses of annoyance.
It was one of those lazy morning traffics in which everyone rushed to work while middle-aged women take their sweet time walking their dogs. It was only 7:30 and the sun hadn't completely boosted its shards of light upon the streets yet. It was irritating, or in other words, as Yunho would like to state it, "fucking pure annoyance." He had woken up late that morning. He didn't even get to finish his daily five-minute teeth-brushing session or gel his hair correctly. His tie wasn't in a perfect knot and his belt was slightly big for him today, or was it because he had lost weight?
"Fuck..." Yunho cursed.
Despite his pitiful attempts to stop cursing, the habit had managed to catch up to Yunho everytime he kicked the guardian of patience out of his head. But who cared, Yunho thought, when he was in the car alone by himself and nobody was present to witness his not-so-courteous side? It was truly a sad fact, Yunho continued, putting his new Mercedes to work yet speeding was nowhere to be found within the busy roads shadowed with red lights, honks, and traffic.
Yunho reluctantly put his left hand back on the wheel, ready to make a right turn while his right hand was reaching for the hot coffee located next to him. Bringing the hot paper cup upon his natural light lavender-rosy lips, the man was ready to take a sip of the freshly brewed decaf. He needed it; the feeling of the amber-colored drink staining in between the cracks of his teeth, the delicious aroma of hazel sneaking up his nose, the hot and sweet savour of ginger lingering in his cavern and slowly slipping down the small of his throat, bringing along satisfaction and the true scents of a morning. His routines were simple, Yunho just couldn't live without his coffee.
But what actually took place instead of the wonderful decaf blemishing the skin of his lips then running down his throat was otherwise.
HONK! HONK!
"Walk with your eyes on the street, mister!" Yunho rolled down his window and yelled at a feminine male with blond hair running past the corner of his car without even waiting for the walking signal to blink. Hell, he could've gotten hit if Yunho hadn't been paying attention to the road. The lean figure made a quick bow whispering a soft "sorry" before flashing an incandescent smile in his direction.
Yunho was caught off his track. He abruptly stopped his car to stare at the beauty. With his hand still holding onto the coffee firmly and his mouth almost gaping, Yunho was sure he had seen a fallen angel. Perhaps God had finally recognized by now, how despite the many losses he had experienced in life, he had risen from being a penniless man to a CEO Representative. Heck, why would God's appraisal matter now when a once in a lifetime dream-like pulchritude stood before his eyes?
The epicene male went off to the next road, leaving Yunho still in a daze.
HONK! HONK!
Yunho was soon woken from his daze as a middle-aged man approached him, asking if he was alright.
"You didn't hit him, it was his fault in the first place, so you don't have to worry," the man repeated, making sure that Yunho hadn't panicked so much that he was having an asthma attack or something as such.
"Right...I'm sorry for the hold up sir."
As soon as he was back in his own space again, Yunho made much effort to focus on the road, although it was clear that he was struggling. His mind was well imprinted with the image of that alluring angel. He was dressed plainly in a white dress shirt and a pair of jeans, but his glow was ever so radiant in the rim of the morning light. Thank god for the illuminated rays, Yunho mentally noted, or else he wouldn't be able to see the feminine male's features so clearly. He had brown eyes that could surely devour one with a simple glance, yet they were the eyes of innocence; doe-eyes to be exact. His lips were berry-red colored, plump, definitely kissable, and his charms were over the roof when he let his velvety voice whisper a polite apology. He had lucent skin of an angel, like the ones he saw in animes, but his was real. It glimmered ever so radiantly under the lightest sunlit, almost sparkly actually, and paleness was in no way to describe the boy, for he had skin shadows of a light mix in between baby peach and twilight pink. His waist was too small (that was easily told by the pair of skinny jeans he was wearing), his figure too lean, and he looked too young, too young for his height. Yunho couldn't clarify the twirling thoughts in his mind. How could such beauty even exist? Why weren't other people on the streets bewildered by the beauty?
Quickly glancing to his sides, wondering why his car had come to a halt, Yunho finally came to the conclusion that he had pulled into his private parking of the Im Corporation, of which the heiress was his wife, Im Yoona. With laborious exertion, he brushed aside the trance that he was in all the while, stepped out of his new silver Mercedes, and into the entrance of the elevator, taking him to the spacious meeting room, in which many are waiting for his speech regarding the next corporation activities.
He was Jung Yunho, the CEO Representative in the position of Yoona's ill father... No longer a street rat running around craving for every bit of money to bring home, to work himself off to make days’ meets, to pay off his uncle's bills, to face the beatings of Seoul gangsters. That image had long been forgotten by Yunho, for he was a man with a bright future ahead, a man whom everyone admired, and the perfect husband of the beautiful flower of the Im family.
"Love, which insists that love love shall mutual be."
(Canto V v.103-104)
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Romance
Length: Chaptered
Beta-ed: mayday65
Summary: In between business and errands, a secretive affair between Jaejoong and Yunho blooms, a relationship with a married man, that is. Yunho was married to Yoona, the person who made him the wealthy man he is today, but what if his strong attraction towards Jaejoong keeps him from being faithful to his wife? As the affair continues, Yunho and Jaejoong are pushed down to the last layer of hell, according to the hell geography designed by Dante, the author of their favorite book, The Inferno (but metaphorically of course). Frustrated, Yunho chose a sinful path to end all ultimatums threatening his relationship with Jaejoong.
Author's Note
"Damn," Yunho groaned, letting his hand slide feebly from the steering wheel and onto his thighs before converting his well-practiced patience into incoherent curses of annoyance.
It was one of those lazy morning traffics in which everyone rushed to work while middle-aged women take their sweet time walking their dogs. It was only 7:30 and the sun hadn't completely boosted its shards of light upon the streets yet. It was irritating, or in other words, as Yunho would like to state it, "fucking pure annoyance." He had woken up late that morning. He didn't even get to finish his daily five-minute teeth-brushing session or gel his hair correctly. His tie wasn't in a perfect knot and his belt was slightly big for him today, or was it because he had lost weight?
"Fuck..." Yunho cursed.
Despite his pitiful attempts to stop cursing, the habit had managed to catch up to Yunho everytime he kicked the guardian of patience out of his head. But who cared, Yunho thought, when he was in the car alone by himself and nobody was present to witness his not-so-courteous side? It was truly a sad fact, Yunho continued, putting his new Mercedes to work yet speeding was nowhere to be found within the busy roads shadowed with red lights, honks, and traffic.
Yunho reluctantly put his left hand back on the wheel, ready to make a right turn while his right hand was reaching for the hot coffee located next to him. Bringing the hot paper cup upon his natural light lavender-rosy lips, the man was ready to take a sip of the freshly brewed decaf. He needed it; the feeling of the amber-colored drink staining in between the cracks of his teeth, the delicious aroma of hazel sneaking up his nose, the hot and sweet savour of ginger lingering in his cavern and slowly slipping down the small of his throat, bringing along satisfaction and the true scents of a morning. His routines were simple, Yunho just couldn't live without his coffee.
But what actually took place instead of the wonderful decaf blemishing the skin of his lips then running down his throat was otherwise.
HONK! HONK!
"Walk with your eyes on the street, mister!" Yunho rolled down his window and yelled at a feminine male with blond hair running past the corner of his car without even waiting for the walking signal to blink. Hell, he could've gotten hit if Yunho hadn't been paying attention to the road. The lean figure made a quick bow whispering a soft "sorry" before flashing an incandescent smile in his direction.
Yunho was caught off his track. He abruptly stopped his car to stare at the beauty. With his hand still holding onto the coffee firmly and his mouth almost gaping, Yunho was sure he had seen a fallen angel. Perhaps God had finally recognized by now, how despite the many losses he had experienced in life, he had risen from being a penniless man to a CEO Representative. Heck, why would God's appraisal matter now when a once in a lifetime dream-like pulchritude stood before his eyes?
The epicene male went off to the next road, leaving Yunho still in a daze.
HONK! HONK!
Yunho was soon woken from his daze as a middle-aged man approached him, asking if he was alright.
"You didn't hit him, it was his fault in the first place, so you don't have to worry," the man repeated, making sure that Yunho hadn't panicked so much that he was having an asthma attack or something as such.
"Right...I'm sorry for the hold up sir."
As soon as he was back in his own space again, Yunho made much effort to focus on the road, although it was clear that he was struggling. His mind was well imprinted with the image of that alluring angel. He was dressed plainly in a white dress shirt and a pair of jeans, but his glow was ever so radiant in the rim of the morning light. Thank god for the illuminated rays, Yunho mentally noted, or else he wouldn't be able to see the feminine male's features so clearly. He had brown eyes that could surely devour one with a simple glance, yet they were the eyes of innocence; doe-eyes to be exact. His lips were berry-red colored, plump, definitely kissable, and his charms were over the roof when he let his velvety voice whisper a polite apology. He had lucent skin of an angel, like the ones he saw in animes, but his was real. It glimmered ever so radiantly under the lightest sunlit, almost sparkly actually, and paleness was in no way to describe the boy, for he had skin shadows of a light mix in between baby peach and twilight pink. His waist was too small (that was easily told by the pair of skinny jeans he was wearing), his figure too lean, and he looked too young, too young for his height. Yunho couldn't clarify the twirling thoughts in his mind. How could such beauty even exist? Why weren't other people on the streets bewildered by the beauty?
Quickly glancing to his sides, wondering why his car had come to a halt, Yunho finally came to the conclusion that he had pulled into his private parking of the Im Corporation, of which the heiress was his wife, Im Yoona. With laborious exertion, he brushed aside the trance that he was in all the while, stepped out of his new silver Mercedes, and into the entrance of the elevator, taking him to the spacious meeting room, in which many are waiting for his speech regarding the next corporation activities.
He was Jung Yunho, the CEO Representative in the position of Yoona's ill father... No longer a street rat running around craving for every bit of money to bring home, to work himself off to make days’ meets, to pay off his uncle's bills, to face the beatings of Seoul gangsters. That image had long been forgotten by Yunho, for he was a man with a bright future ahead, a man whom everyone admired, and the perfect husband of the beautiful flower of the Im family.
"Love, which insists that love love shall mutual be."
(Canto V v.103-104)