A Million Ways to be Cruel (1/4)
Title: A Million Ways to be Cruel
Author: baekpercentPairing: Jongin-centric, Jongin/Baekhyun, Kris/Luhan, slight Jongin/Sehun, a tiny bit of Luhan/Krystal, and Jongin/Kyungsoo but you have to squint REALLY hard
Word Count: 20,670
Genre: Cruel Intentions AU! (Basically Highschool AU!)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Becoming step-brothers led to a whole series of games and conquests, but what happens when these come to an end?
A/N: This is basically an exo remake of my favorite fic of the same title here. This was the fic that really got me into writing which is why I wanted to do an exo version of it. Plotting and all is very similar but the stories are uniquely different with the characters and all.
Name: Kim, Jongin
In treatment for: Sex addiction
18. Student (but barely) at St. Joseph’s School for boys. Tall. Tanned. Handsome like a well-adjusted serial killer. Overpriviledged. The kind of boy people would describe as “smart, but he needs to apply himself more.”
The classic poor little rich boy. Dr. Park’s bread and butter, ever since she started working in Seoul.
So used to these cases, Dr. Park doesn't listen to Jongin rant about how sorry he should feel for himself. He does so, colorfully enough, with just the right amount of vivacity in his hand gestures and the perfect intonation in his voice. Dr. Park all but knows that this is all an act. How she knows though?
Dr. Park, after working for over 15 years has long foregone looking at her patients with apathy and understanding, but rather with a calculating eye, categorizing each individual, and Jongin was no different. She would say that Jongin was just another overprivileged rich kid with nothing better to do than to waste his time by feeding his sex addiction.
But she also knows because she sees the way he strolls into her building. Eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses and a dead expression pasted on his face.
Jongin's case, though common, is still unique in it’s own way, but it still doesn't impress her. However, she doesn't really know what to do about him. His problem is social, not mental so she can't give him pills. But she's been eyeing a new Louis Vuitton purse and will take all the help she can get to buy it. She's sure Mr. and Mrs. Kim wouldn't mind, it’s for a good cause after all.
Halfway into the session, Dr. Park's thoughts remain divided between Jongin's dialogue with himself and the mere thought of getting her hands on the beautiful patterned leather purse.
Dr. Park's notepad has two lists on it. One where she jots down key words of whatever Jongin is spouting and the other where she likes to think of how Jongin could end up 10 years from now. Actor? Possible, but nothing serious, probably one of those teen dramas where he plays a character much younger than his actual age. Model? Well, he's got that exotic look with his tan and all. Dr. Park, however, is willing to bet that he'll end up being another manipulative lawyer (as they say, like father like son).
Back to Jongin's act though, it’s no surprise to Dr. Park really. Studies show that the most popular kids at school tend to be compulsive liars and just by looking at Jongin you could tell that he was popular. Dr. Park doesn't mind though, she simply goes along with it. She concludes that Jongin is an easy case, but still hopes that he'll keep coming back since she's been eyeing a pair for Tory Burch wedges.
It’s only when Jongin actually directs a question at her that Dr. Park turn her full attention to the boy. It’s not a rhetorical one like the typical "you know?" or "right?", but he actually asks her a question.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have to most beautiful eyes? I could just stare into them all day"
Jongin shakes his head and walks to look outside the window muttering that that was something the old Jongin would say and that he didn't want to be that guy anymore.
Dr. Park simply recites that common lines that any psychologist would typically say (the general "It’s okay, we can work through this" to the more apathetic "you're perfectly normal"). It’s after a constant rotation through these phrases with a few others personalized for Jongin, does the hour finally pass by and Jongin is hugging her, thanking her so much for all her help. What Dr. Park notices though is how Jongin subtly grinds his hips against hers in a way that she can't tell if it’s accidental or not, but before she can truly analyze it, or even say anything about it, her phone rings and it’s her receptionist telling her that her daughter is on line one. Dr. Park doesn't enjoy the call interrupting her thoughts but pushes it aside and tells the receptionist to put Hyun Ah on hold.
Before she can even apologize for the interruption, Jongin's already halfway out the door, looking back at her saying something along the lines of seeing her at the same time next week, and he's gone before she can even stammer up a reply.
Next she remembers her daughter on hold and next thing she knows Hyun Ah is screaming into her ear over the phone.
"You kept me on hold, Mom?!?"
Dr. Park tries to conjure up a guess as to what the problem was this time, dance practice? Car troubles? Where she was hiding the vodka because Gayoon was coming over and it was supposed to be for them! The possibilities were endless she supposed.
"I'm sorry sweetheart; I was with a patient-"
"There are pictures of me on the internet!"
"Okay just calm down now sweetie, what kind of pictures?"
"…nude…ones" Hyun Ah spurts out through the grit of her teeth
"WHAT? How did this happen? Who did this?
Dr. Park became frantic at this point. How could her daughter have done this? Hyun Ah was a straight A student, accepted into Seoul National University even and now this? It’s also even more perfect since she'd just released a book on parenting the past year.
"He was just so sweet, and not like the other boys from his school. Then He told me that he dreamed of being a photographer and told me that I had the most beautiful eyes and that he could stare into them all day, and that I could be a model and…Mom? Mom?! MOM?!?"
The abandoned phone lay haphazardly on the floor as rapid footsteps could be heard running to the glass window that face the street outside Dr. Parks building. Seconds later, she's banging on the glass yelling profanities at the 18 year old who probably can't even hear a thing she's saying.
Jongin hears some of it though, all be it mostly the faint knocking. The smug teenager turns towards the window on the third floor, pulls down his sunglasses just a bit and shoots the lady a wink before getting into his convertible Aston Martin.
If Jongin had the time, he would've picked up a nice piece of arm candy to pull along with him just to piss the doctor off more, but letting her also find out that a gay might've possibly ruined her daughters future probably would've been too much, so instead he pulls into the crowded street and makes his way home.
The first thing that Jongin's spots in the living room is some kid that screams that he's new to the city -- no one in Gangnam would be caught dead in a polka dot polo. Thank the lord that his pants are plain.
The new kid is sitting with Jongin's dad and his stepbrother. Worst of all, he's sitting in Jongin's spot and this doesn't help his urges to just punch the kid.
The newbie's name is Byun Baekhyun and he's from some unknown place out in the countryside, isn't very tall, looks kinda like a puppy, is really pale, and has really nice fingers. Jongin could say that he's cute but Baekhyun is definitely not his type.
"Baekhyun's father is going to be the new headmaster at your school. He's going to be staying in the guest room for the rest of the summer until his dad finds a place here in Seoul." Jongin's dad explains, shooting him a tight smile that is lined with a plead asking Jongin to be nice.
"It’s nice to meet you Jongin" Polka dots says, stretching out a hand in his direction.
Jongin was never keen on introducing himself to people since most people generally knew him, and his reputation, already. But on special occasions, like this one, Jongin has his own technique on how he introduces himself. He shoots his own blinding, all be it fake, smile; he's learned that people are a sucker for it, and though Jongin has no real intention of befriending Polka dot, it never hurt to make a good impression.
Polka dot, shoots a smile back, but he doesn't seem impressed.
But that’s okay; Jongin isn't impressed with him either, and doesn't need to impress the newbie anyways.
I’ve see you’ve met our Golden Boy, Sehun? I’m his whore stepbrother, Jongin.” He flops down on the couch next to Sehun, who primly edges away from him.
Jongin could see another wrinkle of frustration form on his father’s head as his father’s smile tightens, and mentally high-fives himself for causing the old geezer more grief.
Baekhyun replies with a simple "It’s nice to meet you, Jongin" before sitting back down in Jongin's spot.
With a deep sigh, Jongin's father starts talking again.
"I'll be out of the country for the next couple of weeks, so just stick close to Sehun while I'm gone, Baekhyun"
Somewhere along the lines of the gathering, Sehun and Baekhyun get into a debate over whether or not their academy needs a Gay-Straight Alliance. Baekhyun insists that it’s necessary, where as Sehun states that since he, the student body president, was openly gay, that it wasn't since a standard of tolerance was already in place.
It's also somewhere along this conversation that Jongin butts in.
"It’s true though, our school doesn't need a GSA. We go to an all boy's school, they either want you to suck their dick, or they don’t. No 'alliances' necessary. I say it’s the St. Joseph's school for the Gay and Secretly gay."
Both his father and Sehun shoot him and incredulous look which Jongin just shrugs off.
Baekhyun on the other hand barely hides a laugh behind his hand.
Sehun distracted, Jongin takes his chance and lets his hand slowly crawl up Sehun's thigh until it’s swatted away. Jongin then settles with stretching his arm over the back of the couch behind Sehun.
This was the general dynamic of the two stepbrothers. Sehun is prim and proper, sitting up straight with his knees together and his hands in his lap, while Jongin is all sprawled limbs across the cough, legs spread apart, and hands that tend to go anywhere (mainly where they weren't supposed to first).
Jongin notices that Baekhyun seems quite amused by his antics but puts up a face that shows he's not affected. Really, he's not affected. He wouldn't be caught dead being affected by anyone wearing polka dot shorts.
"Did you see him? You could practically see the shiny halo floating around his head!"
Oh Sehun, who would rather be deduced to only shopping those cheap clothing stores near the subways (god forbid) than change his last name to Kim (he claims that it’s too common, but really it’s because having “Oh” as a last name makes it that much more convenient when people are moaning his name). Also, as much as he'd like to deny it, Sehun loved to hear himself speak, he'd gotten over his lisp after their parents married since he realized people found it adorable and that just help feed his angel child facade. Jongin sat back in his chair watching Sehun walk back and forth across the room complaining about how unbelievable it was that that country side bumpkin could be so innocent.
"This is not some lame Disney movie, and he is so not a Disney princess"
"Meanwhile, you're so Rizzo from Grease" Jongin mocks "Won't go to bed 'til I'm legally wed! I can't, I'm Krissy Dee!"
Sehun turns to Jongin and gives him a look that says That wasn't funny
"What? He's kinda cute, not really a threat to you in any way shape or form. Why does he bother you so much?"
"You don't even know the worst of it." Sehun walks over to his desks, grabs his iPad, unlocks it and finds something, Jongin has yet to find out, and then hands it over.
A video starts playing, youtube Jongin assumes, and the title screen appears:
Why I Plan to Wait
By Byun Baekhyun
First Place, 6th Annual Speech Contest
It’s well phrased, if corny and clichéd was your cup of tea. Jongin hadn't even gotten through the first minute before he was distracted by Sehun peering up at him over the top of the screen, both hands gripped on the arms of Jongin's chair.
"What?" Jongin asks, amused as he lowers the iPad.
"Well?"
"So what? He's obviously doing this to get more action. It’s the new trend at school, haven't you heard? Pretend to be a goody-two-shoes virgin, and apparently all the girls will throw themselves at you. I'm surprised that the kid was smart enough to figure it out.
"Oh please, my virgin-dar was on the verge of exploding when he walked through the front door" Sehun scrolls through the description of the video which just so happens to have the speech typed out word for word.
"If this is a competition over who can deflower the headmaster's virginal son, you can have him. I've had plenty of boys like him" He eyes Sehun from head to toe "And I will again"
Sehun sends him a scowl "I'm not that shallow."
"Oh and how is the dear, sweet daughter of Dr. Park?"
Jongin breaks into a smile at this. Hyun Ah was easily one of his top 10 victories, maybe even top five next to that time he seduced his overly strict camp counselor behind a cabin.
"Hyun Ah is…very satisfied" Jongin tries to keep his tone neutral and not break out laughing "and soon to be famous"
"You didn't really fuck her, did you?"
"I fingered her." He casually studies his fingers. "While imagining it was you" He glances up at Sehun.
Sehun scrunches his nose in distaste "With that fatass? I'm offended" Sehun brings a hand to his chest for drama. Only in Sehun's world is Park Hyun Ah a fatass.
"But she has such a pretty face
"Whatever," Sehun shakes off the comment. "I know you like games, 'cause you wouldn't finger Fatty daughter if it wasn't a challenge. This would be even better! Think about it, the great Kim Jongin devirginizing the headmaster's angelic son the summer before school starts. You'd be a legend. Generations upon generations of students will gather around and talk about that dude Jongin who could fuck absolutely anybody he wanted. Anybody."
"And how do we even know that sweet Krissy Dee swings for our team?"
"Sweetie" Sehun only ever uses the word "sweetie" when he's intentionally trying to be extra condescending. "Are you telling me that the great Kim Jongin isn't up for the challenge?"
Jongin tries not to fall into the palm of Sehun's hand but the fucker knew exactly what buttons to push
"Well, maybe Baekhyun is too much of a challenge for you. A little out of your league"
Fuck, Jongin curses mentally because he knows he can't say no now. "Oh Sehun" Jongin says, "I can break his heart any day of the week, sweetie"
"Wanna bet?"
Sehun really does know exactly what buttons to push.
"You're on"
Sehun suddenly straddles Jongin and clasps his hands behind Jongin's neck, and Jongin curses the world because he hates the fact that Sehun looks so fucking beautiful right now.
"I win, I get your sweet little ride"
"Which one?”
"Oh, you know the one"
Jongin freezes, eyes wide. Not the Aston, God please, not the Aston. It’s the thing Jongin cares about the most - well third, next to his reputation at school and his huge dick.
Plus it makes no sense since Sehun hates driving and always insists on taking the limo everywhere.
"Do you even know how to drive?"
A smirk forms on Sehun's face, "Well, I can learn. In your, I mean my Aston by that point"
Jongin dry swallows a lump in his throat and hopes that Sehun doesn't notice this
"And… if I win?"
Sehun wiggles around a little to remind Jongin that he's been straddling him the whole time. "Guess?"
"Ugh!" Jongin shoves him off, Sehun landing on his back on the bed. "You are so not worth an Aston Martin, S. I don't care what you say"
"Jongin, this isn't even about me though." Sehun drags the tip of his foot along the inside of Jongin's thigh. "It’s about you. I know you, Jongin; I know all your little tricks. I'm the only guy you can't fuck, and you can't stand it." Sehun pushes himself up on both elbows. Jongin can see his collar bones poking out, and he finds it irresistible. "Fuck the headmaster's kid, and you get me" Sehun says and it all sounds more enticing the more Jongin hears it. "You'll win it all."
How could anyone say no to that?
It’s funny how Jongin and Baekhyun rarely run into each during the week since Jongin could've pinged Baekhyun as the type to explore all the corners of the house.
This assumption, however, is proven true when Baekhyun walks into the pool house and sees Jongin naked.
Byun Baekhyun lets out a small yelp and steps back, nearly tripping over his own feet as he stumbles from embarrassment.
Jongin turns his head in time to see Baekhyun's deer-in-headlights expression and he's just about to burst out laughing because Baekhyun's reaction is just about the funniest thing he's ever see, but he has to keep to his plan and keeps a straight face.
"Can you maybe turn around so I can put on my swim trunks?"
Baekhyun does, awkwardly. "Sorry, sorry, God I'm so sorry, really."
Jongin's barely got on his trunks when he catches the end of the string of apologies. This wasn't the first time he's ever "accidentally" flashed hot male guests at the Kim-Oh household, but no one had ever quite reacted like Baekhyun.
He turns around. "Excuse you?"
"Oh, no, I didn't - it’s not like I - you're very - I mean…um." Baekhyun stares at the floor and somehow manages to look even tinier in his huge, fluffy, white bathrobe.
Now Jongin just wants to smile, like really smile. It’s the first time all week that he'd noticed, but this Byun Baekhyun kid is kinda sorta adorable.
Jongin holds down his urge to smile and instead sends a wary gaze towards Baekhyun as he lowers himself into the pool.
"I just meant that…I mean I didn't mean to see you like that. Ugh I bet you think I'm a freak now"
"You're not a freak" Jongin says, sneaking in a small smile "Maybe not the most eloquent guy though, so just stop talking and get in the pool."
Baekhyun shrugs off his bathrobe and -- polka-dot shorts again? Seriously?
He jumps into the pool with as much finesses as…well Baekhyun has (which isn't a lot).
The splash Baekhyun makes cuts Jongin's mental rant about the hideous shorts short. Face now splashed with water, Jongin is slightly peeved because he spent a good thirty minutes perfectly gelling back his hair.
At this point Jongin is too miffed about his hair that he doesn't realize that he's voicing his thoughts until he spurts out "…polka-dot shorts?" and Baekhyun replies, shrugging his shoulders "I like the pattern? It’s eye catching."
Jongin is close to saying something about Baekhyun's regrettable preference, but then the smaller is suddenly shaking the water out of his hair like a fucking dog (Jongin doesn't like to admit it but he thinks that Baekhyun sort of looks like a fluffy white puppy). Then Baekhyun is off swimming to the other end of the pool and any chance that Jongin had to say something witty and/or smooth is officially dead in the water (pun not intended).
"Sorry I was so glib yesterday" Jongin says once Baekhyun's head pops out of the water. "I didn't mean to be intimidating or anything"
"I'm not intimidated" Baekhyun says as he slowly treads closer. "I actually thought you were amusing. Kinda douchey, but funny nonetheless. Your step-brother though, he's like allergic to fun or something."
Jongin tries to hide his laugh but ends up choking it out instead. "You totally don't know Sehun." Although Sehun's idea of fun is blowing his way into the top universities, giving special brownies for "good luck" to his rival candidates for student body president half an hour before they're to give their speeches, and happily telling Jongin about every detail of all of his sexual exploit’s, just because he knows it makes Jongin furious that he can't have him. But rather than telling Baekhyun all that, Jongin conjures up something to get his sympathy. "But yeah, Sehun's the main reason why I act the way I do. I mean, he's just so perfect, y'know? He does everything right, and it’s tough having to live with that the past three years. I practically have to fight to get my parents' attention now, or anyone's attention really."
Baekhyun gives Jongin a sympathetic glance (Jongin mentally high-fives himself at this). "I had a feeling you weren't that bad, deep, deep, down" Baekhyun teases with a smile. "I'm glad you opened up to me."
Jongin wants so badly to actually high-five himself this time, “I don't ever tell anyone stuff like that, but I figured that I could trust you. I feel a connection with you, Baekhyun"
Baekhyun's just close enough that Jongin can feel his breath "I do too." he whispers
Jongin can just feel how close he is to claiming his prize. He thinks of all the best ways he could do so, to humiliate the bastard after three years of living around his insufferable air of superiority. Jongin would make him beg, and could make him wear the -
Jongin's thoughts are cut off again with a large splash of water. Seriously, again? And this time it’s deliberate. Baekhyun had pushed a wave of water before quickly moving away from Jongin.
"Seriously? Did you think I'd fall for that? 'I feel a connection with you'? There’s still TV in the countryside you know," Baekhyun huffs. "Lets see, the classic bad boy with a heart of gold right? Was that how you were planning to get into the headmaster's son's pants? Show that you're actually sensitive, touch my soul, touch my heart, and touch my…other parts. Really, you wear glasses indoors Jongin. Guys like you don't have secrets"
"Hey, you can't assume that! You don't know me! My appearance does not define who I am." Even though Jongin believed that it should, he spent a good half an hour on his hair alone!
Baekhyun only smiles at this. "Then what if I bought into it? Would you have gone into phase two and ask me about my hopes, dreams, and aspirations? Oh, and if you're extra cheesy you'd take my hand and do a palm reading?"
Jongin could've, he could've taken Baekhyun's pretty hands and read the lines in-depth. Could've told him when he'd find love, how long he'd live, etc. It would've impressed the pants off of Baekhyun.
Baekhyun pulls himself out of the pool. He stops right in front of the doorway, where he strips off his drenched polka dot shorts and folds them up, hanging them neatly on his arm.
Before he leaves though, he turns his head to Jongin and smiles "Good night, Jongin," and exit’s through the large double doors.
Somewhere between staring at Baekhyun's bare ass and brewing in his own chagrin, Jongin forgets that he's in a pool and almost drowns. Promptly saving himself, and remembering how to breathe, Jongin decides he needs a new plan of attack, pretending to be a secret Prince Charming was no longer an option. That Aston Martin was one of a kind, specifically designed for him, and he definitely couldn't hand it over to Sehun.
But one thing came out of this failed encounter; At least Jongin knows that Baekhyun isn't 100% straight.
Five seconds later, Jongin hears Sehun shriek from the hallway.
"Oh my GOD, Baekhyun, that is NOT how we do things in Seoul!!"
part two
Author: baekpercentPairing: Jongin-centric, Jongin/Baekhyun, Kris/Luhan, slight Jongin/Sehun, a tiny bit of Luhan/Krystal, and Jongin/Kyungsoo but you have to squint REALLY hard
Word Count: 20,670
Genre: Cruel Intentions AU! (Basically Highschool AU!)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Becoming step-brothers led to a whole series of games and conquests, but what happens when these come to an end?
A/N: This is basically an exo remake of my favorite fic of the same title here. This was the fic that really got me into writing which is why I wanted to do an exo version of it. Plotting and all is very similar but the stories are uniquely different with the characters and all.
Name: Kim, Jongin
In treatment for: Sex addiction
18. Student (but barely) at St. Joseph’s School for boys. Tall. Tanned. Handsome like a well-adjusted serial killer. Overpriviledged. The kind of boy people would describe as “smart, but he needs to apply himself more.”
The classic poor little rich boy. Dr. Park’s bread and butter, ever since she started working in Seoul.
So used to these cases, Dr. Park doesn't listen to Jongin rant about how sorry he should feel for himself. He does so, colorfully enough, with just the right amount of vivacity in his hand gestures and the perfect intonation in his voice. Dr. Park all but knows that this is all an act. How she knows though?
Dr. Park, after working for over 15 years has long foregone looking at her patients with apathy and understanding, but rather with a calculating eye, categorizing each individual, and Jongin was no different. She would say that Jongin was just another overprivileged rich kid with nothing better to do than to waste his time by feeding his sex addiction.
But she also knows because she sees the way he strolls into her building. Eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses and a dead expression pasted on his face.
Jongin's case, though common, is still unique in it’s own way, but it still doesn't impress her. However, she doesn't really know what to do about him. His problem is social, not mental so she can't give him pills. But she's been eyeing a new Louis Vuitton purse and will take all the help she can get to buy it. She's sure Mr. and Mrs. Kim wouldn't mind, it’s for a good cause after all.
Halfway into the session, Dr. Park's thoughts remain divided between Jongin's dialogue with himself and the mere thought of getting her hands on the beautiful patterned leather purse.
Dr. Park's notepad has two lists on it. One where she jots down key words of whatever Jongin is spouting and the other where she likes to think of how Jongin could end up 10 years from now. Actor? Possible, but nothing serious, probably one of those teen dramas where he plays a character much younger than his actual age. Model? Well, he's got that exotic look with his tan and all. Dr. Park, however, is willing to bet that he'll end up being another manipulative lawyer (as they say, like father like son).
Back to Jongin's act though, it’s no surprise to Dr. Park really. Studies show that the most popular kids at school tend to be compulsive liars and just by looking at Jongin you could tell that he was popular. Dr. Park doesn't mind though, she simply goes along with it. She concludes that Jongin is an easy case, but still hopes that he'll keep coming back since she's been eyeing a pair for Tory Burch wedges.
It’s only when Jongin actually directs a question at her that Dr. Park turn her full attention to the boy. It’s not a rhetorical one like the typical "you know?" or "right?", but he actually asks her a question.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have to most beautiful eyes? I could just stare into them all day"
Jongin shakes his head and walks to look outside the window muttering that that was something the old Jongin would say and that he didn't want to be that guy anymore.
Dr. Park simply recites that common lines that any psychologist would typically say (the general "It’s okay, we can work through this" to the more apathetic "you're perfectly normal"). It’s after a constant rotation through these phrases with a few others personalized for Jongin, does the hour finally pass by and Jongin is hugging her, thanking her so much for all her help. What Dr. Park notices though is how Jongin subtly grinds his hips against hers in a way that she can't tell if it’s accidental or not, but before she can truly analyze it, or even say anything about it, her phone rings and it’s her receptionist telling her that her daughter is on line one. Dr. Park doesn't enjoy the call interrupting her thoughts but pushes it aside and tells the receptionist to put Hyun Ah on hold.
Before she can even apologize for the interruption, Jongin's already halfway out the door, looking back at her saying something along the lines of seeing her at the same time next week, and he's gone before she can even stammer up a reply.
Next she remembers her daughter on hold and next thing she knows Hyun Ah is screaming into her ear over the phone.
"You kept me on hold, Mom?!?"
Dr. Park tries to conjure up a guess as to what the problem was this time, dance practice? Car troubles? Where she was hiding the vodka because Gayoon was coming over and it was supposed to be for them! The possibilities were endless she supposed.
"I'm sorry sweetheart; I was with a patient-"
"There are pictures of me on the internet!"
"Okay just calm down now sweetie, what kind of pictures?"
"…nude…ones" Hyun Ah spurts out through the grit of her teeth
"WHAT? How did this happen? Who did this?
Dr. Park became frantic at this point. How could her daughter have done this? Hyun Ah was a straight A student, accepted into Seoul National University even and now this? It’s also even more perfect since she'd just released a book on parenting the past year.
"He was just so sweet, and not like the other boys from his school. Then He told me that he dreamed of being a photographer and told me that I had the most beautiful eyes and that he could stare into them all day, and that I could be a model and…Mom? Mom?! MOM?!?"
The abandoned phone lay haphazardly on the floor as rapid footsteps could be heard running to the glass window that face the street outside Dr. Parks building. Seconds later, she's banging on the glass yelling profanities at the 18 year old who probably can't even hear a thing she's saying.
Jongin hears some of it though, all be it mostly the faint knocking. The smug teenager turns towards the window on the third floor, pulls down his sunglasses just a bit and shoots the lady a wink before getting into his convertible Aston Martin.
If Jongin had the time, he would've picked up a nice piece of arm candy to pull along with him just to piss the doctor off more, but letting her also find out that a gay might've possibly ruined her daughters future probably would've been too much, so instead he pulls into the crowded street and makes his way home.
The first thing that Jongin's spots in the living room is some kid that screams that he's new to the city -- no one in Gangnam would be caught dead in a polka dot polo. Thank the lord that his pants are plain.
The new kid is sitting with Jongin's dad and his stepbrother. Worst of all, he's sitting in Jongin's spot and this doesn't help his urges to just punch the kid.
The newbie's name is Byun Baekhyun and he's from some unknown place out in the countryside, isn't very tall, looks kinda like a puppy, is really pale, and has really nice fingers. Jongin could say that he's cute but Baekhyun is definitely not his type.
"Baekhyun's father is going to be the new headmaster at your school. He's going to be staying in the guest room for the rest of the summer until his dad finds a place here in Seoul." Jongin's dad explains, shooting him a tight smile that is lined with a plead asking Jongin to be nice.
"It’s nice to meet you Jongin" Polka dots says, stretching out a hand in his direction.
Jongin was never keen on introducing himself to people since most people generally knew him, and his reputation, already. But on special occasions, like this one, Jongin has his own technique on how he introduces himself. He shoots his own blinding, all be it fake, smile; he's learned that people are a sucker for it, and though Jongin has no real intention of befriending Polka dot, it never hurt to make a good impression.
Polka dot, shoots a smile back, but he doesn't seem impressed.
But that’s okay; Jongin isn't impressed with him either, and doesn't need to impress the newbie anyways.
I’ve see you’ve met our Golden Boy, Sehun? I’m his whore stepbrother, Jongin.” He flops down on the couch next to Sehun, who primly edges away from him.
Jongin could see another wrinkle of frustration form on his father’s head as his father’s smile tightens, and mentally high-fives himself for causing the old geezer more grief.
Baekhyun replies with a simple "It’s nice to meet you, Jongin" before sitting back down in Jongin's spot.
With a deep sigh, Jongin's father starts talking again.
"I'll be out of the country for the next couple of weeks, so just stick close to Sehun while I'm gone, Baekhyun"
Somewhere along the lines of the gathering, Sehun and Baekhyun get into a debate over whether or not their academy needs a Gay-Straight Alliance. Baekhyun insists that it’s necessary, where as Sehun states that since he, the student body president, was openly gay, that it wasn't since a standard of tolerance was already in place.
It's also somewhere along this conversation that Jongin butts in.
"It’s true though, our school doesn't need a GSA. We go to an all boy's school, they either want you to suck their dick, or they don’t. No 'alliances' necessary. I say it’s the St. Joseph's school for the Gay and Secretly gay."
Both his father and Sehun shoot him and incredulous look which Jongin just shrugs off.
Baekhyun on the other hand barely hides a laugh behind his hand.
Sehun distracted, Jongin takes his chance and lets his hand slowly crawl up Sehun's thigh until it’s swatted away. Jongin then settles with stretching his arm over the back of the couch behind Sehun.
This was the general dynamic of the two stepbrothers. Sehun is prim and proper, sitting up straight with his knees together and his hands in his lap, while Jongin is all sprawled limbs across the cough, legs spread apart, and hands that tend to go anywhere (mainly where they weren't supposed to first).
Jongin notices that Baekhyun seems quite amused by his antics but puts up a face that shows he's not affected. Really, he's not affected. He wouldn't be caught dead being affected by anyone wearing polka dot shorts.
"Did you see him? You could practically see the shiny halo floating around his head!"
Oh Sehun, who would rather be deduced to only shopping those cheap clothing stores near the subways (god forbid) than change his last name to Kim (he claims that it’s too common, but really it’s because having “Oh” as a last name makes it that much more convenient when people are moaning his name). Also, as much as he'd like to deny it, Sehun loved to hear himself speak, he'd gotten over his lisp after their parents married since he realized people found it adorable and that just help feed his angel child facade. Jongin sat back in his chair watching Sehun walk back and forth across the room complaining about how unbelievable it was that that country side bumpkin could be so innocent.
"This is not some lame Disney movie, and he is so not a Disney princess"
"Meanwhile, you're so Rizzo from Grease" Jongin mocks "Won't go to bed 'til I'm legally wed! I can't, I'm Krissy Dee!"
Sehun turns to Jongin and gives him a look that says That wasn't funny
"What? He's kinda cute, not really a threat to you in any way shape or form. Why does he bother you so much?"
"You don't even know the worst of it." Sehun walks over to his desks, grabs his iPad, unlocks it and finds something, Jongin has yet to find out, and then hands it over.
A video starts playing, youtube Jongin assumes, and the title screen appears:
Why I Plan to Wait
By Byun Baekhyun
First Place, 6th Annual Speech Contest
It’s well phrased, if corny and clichéd was your cup of tea. Jongin hadn't even gotten through the first minute before he was distracted by Sehun peering up at him over the top of the screen, both hands gripped on the arms of Jongin's chair.
"What?" Jongin asks, amused as he lowers the iPad.
"Well?"
"So what? He's obviously doing this to get more action. It’s the new trend at school, haven't you heard? Pretend to be a goody-two-shoes virgin, and apparently all the girls will throw themselves at you. I'm surprised that the kid was smart enough to figure it out.
"Oh please, my virgin-dar was on the verge of exploding when he walked through the front door" Sehun scrolls through the description of the video which just so happens to have the speech typed out word for word.
"If this is a competition over who can deflower the headmaster's virginal son, you can have him. I've had plenty of boys like him" He eyes Sehun from head to toe "And I will again"
Sehun sends him a scowl "I'm not that shallow."
"Oh and how is the dear, sweet daughter of Dr. Park?"
Jongin breaks into a smile at this. Hyun Ah was easily one of his top 10 victories, maybe even top five next to that time he seduced his overly strict camp counselor behind a cabin.
"Hyun Ah is…very satisfied" Jongin tries to keep his tone neutral and not break out laughing "and soon to be famous"
"You didn't really fuck her, did you?"
"I fingered her." He casually studies his fingers. "While imagining it was you" He glances up at Sehun.
Sehun scrunches his nose in distaste "With that fatass? I'm offended" Sehun brings a hand to his chest for drama. Only in Sehun's world is Park Hyun Ah a fatass.
"But she has such a pretty face
"Whatever," Sehun shakes off the comment. "I know you like games, 'cause you wouldn't finger Fatty daughter if it wasn't a challenge. This would be even better! Think about it, the great Kim Jongin devirginizing the headmaster's angelic son the summer before school starts. You'd be a legend. Generations upon generations of students will gather around and talk about that dude Jongin who could fuck absolutely anybody he wanted. Anybody."
"And how do we even know that sweet Krissy Dee swings for our team?"
"Sweetie" Sehun only ever uses the word "sweetie" when he's intentionally trying to be extra condescending. "Are you telling me that the great Kim Jongin isn't up for the challenge?"
Jongin tries not to fall into the palm of Sehun's hand but the fucker knew exactly what buttons to push
"Well, maybe Baekhyun is too much of a challenge for you. A little out of your league"
Fuck, Jongin curses mentally because he knows he can't say no now. "Oh Sehun" Jongin says, "I can break his heart any day of the week, sweetie"
"Wanna bet?"
Sehun really does know exactly what buttons to push.
"You're on"
Sehun suddenly straddles Jongin and clasps his hands behind Jongin's neck, and Jongin curses the world because he hates the fact that Sehun looks so fucking beautiful right now.
"I win, I get your sweet little ride"
"Which one?”
"Oh, you know the one"
Jongin freezes, eyes wide. Not the Aston, God please, not the Aston. It’s the thing Jongin cares about the most - well third, next to his reputation at school and his huge dick.
Plus it makes no sense since Sehun hates driving and always insists on taking the limo everywhere.
"Do you even know how to drive?"
A smirk forms on Sehun's face, "Well, I can learn. In your, I mean my Aston by that point"
Jongin dry swallows a lump in his throat and hopes that Sehun doesn't notice this
"And… if I win?"
Sehun wiggles around a little to remind Jongin that he's been straddling him the whole time. "Guess?"
"Ugh!" Jongin shoves him off, Sehun landing on his back on the bed. "You are so not worth an Aston Martin, S. I don't care what you say"
"Jongin, this isn't even about me though." Sehun drags the tip of his foot along the inside of Jongin's thigh. "It’s about you. I know you, Jongin; I know all your little tricks. I'm the only guy you can't fuck, and you can't stand it." Sehun pushes himself up on both elbows. Jongin can see his collar bones poking out, and he finds it irresistible. "Fuck the headmaster's kid, and you get me" Sehun says and it all sounds more enticing the more Jongin hears it. "You'll win it all."
How could anyone say no to that?
It’s funny how Jongin and Baekhyun rarely run into each during the week since Jongin could've pinged Baekhyun as the type to explore all the corners of the house.
This assumption, however, is proven true when Baekhyun walks into the pool house and sees Jongin naked.
Byun Baekhyun lets out a small yelp and steps back, nearly tripping over his own feet as he stumbles from embarrassment.
Jongin turns his head in time to see Baekhyun's deer-in-headlights expression and he's just about to burst out laughing because Baekhyun's reaction is just about the funniest thing he's ever see, but he has to keep to his plan and keeps a straight face.
"Can you maybe turn around so I can put on my swim trunks?"
Baekhyun does, awkwardly. "Sorry, sorry, God I'm so sorry, really."
Jongin's barely got on his trunks when he catches the end of the string of apologies. This wasn't the first time he's ever "accidentally" flashed hot male guests at the Kim-Oh household, but no one had ever quite reacted like Baekhyun.
He turns around. "Excuse you?"
"Oh, no, I didn't - it’s not like I - you're very - I mean…um." Baekhyun stares at the floor and somehow manages to look even tinier in his huge, fluffy, white bathrobe.
Now Jongin just wants to smile, like really smile. It’s the first time all week that he'd noticed, but this Byun Baekhyun kid is kinda sorta adorable.
Jongin holds down his urge to smile and instead sends a wary gaze towards Baekhyun as he lowers himself into the pool.
"I just meant that…I mean I didn't mean to see you like that. Ugh I bet you think I'm a freak now"
"You're not a freak" Jongin says, sneaking in a small smile "Maybe not the most eloquent guy though, so just stop talking and get in the pool."
Baekhyun shrugs off his bathrobe and -- polka-dot shorts again? Seriously?
He jumps into the pool with as much finesses as…well Baekhyun has (which isn't a lot).
The splash Baekhyun makes cuts Jongin's mental rant about the hideous shorts short. Face now splashed with water, Jongin is slightly peeved because he spent a good thirty minutes perfectly gelling back his hair.
At this point Jongin is too miffed about his hair that he doesn't realize that he's voicing his thoughts until he spurts out "…polka-dot shorts?" and Baekhyun replies, shrugging his shoulders "I like the pattern? It’s eye catching."
Jongin is close to saying something about Baekhyun's regrettable preference, but then the smaller is suddenly shaking the water out of his hair like a fucking dog (Jongin doesn't like to admit it but he thinks that Baekhyun sort of looks like a fluffy white puppy). Then Baekhyun is off swimming to the other end of the pool and any chance that Jongin had to say something witty and/or smooth is officially dead in the water (pun not intended).
"Sorry I was so glib yesterday" Jongin says once Baekhyun's head pops out of the water. "I didn't mean to be intimidating or anything"
"I'm not intimidated" Baekhyun says as he slowly treads closer. "I actually thought you were amusing. Kinda douchey, but funny nonetheless. Your step-brother though, he's like allergic to fun or something."
Jongin tries to hide his laugh but ends up choking it out instead. "You totally don't know Sehun." Although Sehun's idea of fun is blowing his way into the top universities, giving special brownies for "good luck" to his rival candidates for student body president half an hour before they're to give their speeches, and happily telling Jongin about every detail of all of his sexual exploit’s, just because he knows it makes Jongin furious that he can't have him. But rather than telling Baekhyun all that, Jongin conjures up something to get his sympathy. "But yeah, Sehun's the main reason why I act the way I do. I mean, he's just so perfect, y'know? He does everything right, and it’s tough having to live with that the past three years. I practically have to fight to get my parents' attention now, or anyone's attention really."
Baekhyun gives Jongin a sympathetic glance (Jongin mentally high-fives himself at this). "I had a feeling you weren't that bad, deep, deep, down" Baekhyun teases with a smile. "I'm glad you opened up to me."
Jongin wants so badly to actually high-five himself this time, “I don't ever tell anyone stuff like that, but I figured that I could trust you. I feel a connection with you, Baekhyun"
Baekhyun's just close enough that Jongin can feel his breath "I do too." he whispers
Jongin can just feel how close he is to claiming his prize. He thinks of all the best ways he could do so, to humiliate the bastard after three years of living around his insufferable air of superiority. Jongin would make him beg, and could make him wear the -
Jongin's thoughts are cut off again with a large splash of water. Seriously, again? And this time it’s deliberate. Baekhyun had pushed a wave of water before quickly moving away from Jongin.
"Seriously? Did you think I'd fall for that? 'I feel a connection with you'? There’s still TV in the countryside you know," Baekhyun huffs. "Lets see, the classic bad boy with a heart of gold right? Was that how you were planning to get into the headmaster's son's pants? Show that you're actually sensitive, touch my soul, touch my heart, and touch my…other parts. Really, you wear glasses indoors Jongin. Guys like you don't have secrets"
"Hey, you can't assume that! You don't know me! My appearance does not define who I am." Even though Jongin believed that it should, he spent a good half an hour on his hair alone!
Baekhyun only smiles at this. "Then what if I bought into it? Would you have gone into phase two and ask me about my hopes, dreams, and aspirations? Oh, and if you're extra cheesy you'd take my hand and do a palm reading?"
Jongin could've, he could've taken Baekhyun's pretty hands and read the lines in-depth. Could've told him when he'd find love, how long he'd live, etc. It would've impressed the pants off of Baekhyun.
Baekhyun pulls himself out of the pool. He stops right in front of the doorway, where he strips off his drenched polka dot shorts and folds them up, hanging them neatly on his arm.
Before he leaves though, he turns his head to Jongin and smiles "Good night, Jongin," and exit’s through the large double doors.
Somewhere between staring at Baekhyun's bare ass and brewing in his own chagrin, Jongin forgets that he's in a pool and almost drowns. Promptly saving himself, and remembering how to breathe, Jongin decides he needs a new plan of attack, pretending to be a secret Prince Charming was no longer an option. That Aston Martin was one of a kind, specifically designed for him, and he definitely couldn't hand it over to Sehun.
But one thing came out of this failed encounter; At least Jongin knows that Baekhyun isn't 100% straight.
Five seconds later, Jongin hears Sehun shriek from the hallway.
"Oh my GOD, Baekhyun, that is NOT how we do things in Seoul!!"
part two