Your Move - 1
Title: Your Move
Pairings: Mainly Yoosu & Yunjae
Rating: PG13 to R
Chapters: 1/15
Summary: The game isn’t hard, just don’t get your heart involved.
“Fucking bastard!” Jaejoong hissed loudly as he gave his classmate another kick. The kid yelped pathetically and his head was consumed by the toilet bowl again, drenching his face and hair in water. “Drink it good, kid,” Jaejoong encouraged, his face scrunched up with a look of mocking disgust, both for the kid and for his using up his time.
Junsu simply mused, leaning against the bathroom tiles, too tired because he had spent his lunch period beating up the kid. He pounded his fist into the other palm, checking out the bruises that had formed.
“Damn,” Jaejoong cursed, ruffling a hand through his bleached hair; it revealed his pierced ears with countless rings running along the lobe. “I wish I had a cigarette!” Stepping out of the bathroom stall he smiled at Junsu, almost wickedly.
His younger step-brother smiled back, the corner of his lips split and stained with dry blood. “Huyng, let’s skip 3rd period,” he suggested and Jaejoong nodded in agreement. The two gave the suffering kid with arms over the toilet bowl one last glance before walking off in a pair that they had become so familiar with.
Kim Jaejoong and Kim Junsu were the famous heartthrobs of Seoul High, girls treasured them like gods and guys feared their presence. Not only were they equipped with both looks and finance, they’d also managed to obtain a priceless reputation. Cliché as it may sound; the two weren’t players - just reckless high school kids always getting into trouble.
They’d always had what they wanted growing up - rich and spoilt. Everything had to go their way or it was simply wrong. Jaejoong and Junsu never settled for anything less, what they say, goes. And soon this idea of them becoming invincible was born.
***
“’Sup?” The playful tone asked, a voice that never failed to soothe Jaejoong’s ears.
His lips curved into a smile, “Can you come get me?” he asked, trying not to shiver in the cold.
“Sure,” The other replied, “Junsu’s not with you?” He could tell.
“Nope, he said he wanted to go to the arcade.”
“Why didn’t you go to the arcade with him?”
“Shut up, I’m eighteen.”
A laugh was heard on the other line, soft and smooth, “Alright, I’ll come get you.”
Jaejoong removed the cell phone from his ear and pressed the end call button. Tucking it back into his uniform, he leaned on the side of the school wall gazing up at the dull sky. Lazy clouds melted into one another and the wind picked up. But he didn’t have to wait for too long, it was less than five minutes before an Infinity G37 pulled over.
The window slid down and Yunho’s smiling eyes peaked under his sunglasses, “Get in.”
Jaejoong obeyed without speaking a word, walking over to the other side and pulling himself into the roomy car. It wasn’t until Yunho leaned over that he shoved a hand into his face, “Don’t kiss me like we’re a couple,” Jaejoong turned away and put on his seatbelt.
“It’s just a greeting,” Yunho replied coolly, both hands fixed on the wheel and drove off.
***
Junsu’s feet moved to the DDR machine, his eyes glaring at the screen at each colorful arrow that passed. Sweat dripped from his forehead and down to his chin as he concentrated on the game. A crowd had formed around him in a messy circle, whispers breaking out and girls squealing with delight.
He wiped the sweat away from his face when the song slowed down and eventually ended, a smirk twisting over his lips from the attention he’d been getting
“You Kim Junsu or Kim Jaejoong?” asked a man from behind as he grabbed his shoulder. Junsu gave him a strange look, noticing that the crowd has dissolved, “Why?”
“Oh, Mr. Kim!” Junsu couldn’t mistake it, the man did squeal his name, “I’m so glad I found you!”
Junsu raised an eyebrow, tongue darting out to lick at his dry lips.
“Our boss wants to invite you for a talk.”
“What boss?”
“You’ll find out if you follow us.” Two more men in the same suits approached him.
“What the hell?” He didn’t need to be told twice. Swiftly he managed to kick out at the man in front, enjoying it as he saw him stumble and hit a nearby racing game. The other two darted at him, each trying to avoid his punches. Though Junsu was small, he moved fast. His dodges were unbelievably rapid, body bending nearly at 90 degree angles while he seemed to be flying in mid air.
Not liking the idea of being banned from his favorite arcade, Junsu dashed out of the game room and ran from the three men. A car managed to track him down and started driving by his side as Junsu made his way down the sidewalk. He didn’t stop running, and turned his head to look. The car screeched violently as it braked around the corner and three more men ran out.
“Who the hell are you?” Junsu demanded, finding himself cornered. “Do you know who my father is?”
“Our boss just wants to have a small chat with you,” one of them explained. “Let’s not do this the hard way.”
“Listen, you old farts,” Junsu spat, “I always do it the hard way.” As soon as he finished his sentence he jumped up to kick again, his foot drove the other’s head over, tipping the body until he fell. The other two swung at him and he dodged them - just barely - one after another. His breathing grew hard, and his body felt drained from the previous play, yet he couldn’t beat down the three who seemed to be as stubborn as hell. Each time they fell they got right back up, as if his capture was even more important than their lives.
He drove another kick at a man coming at him before he felt himself being thrown into the wall, the back of his head slamming hard into the concrete. He could only groan, vision blurring into nothing.
***
Jaejoong found himself once again beneath Yunho’s warm sheets. His stomach pressed against the bed as his cheek did against the pillow. He opened his eyes slowly but found there were no lights to adjust to; he woke up in sheer darkness again.
A cold chill trailed down his back and he realized that the balcony doors were wide open. In front of him was Yunho leaning onto the railing, white clouds escaping his full lips as he stood in front of the majestic lights of the city. Yunho was never into cuddling after sex; it would’ve seemed strange seeing the state of their current relationship.
Jaejoong groggily got up from the bed and pulled on his boxers, walking out quietly to the other. “Hey, give me a cigarette,” he ordered, leaning onto the railing a few feet away from Yunho. He was greeted by a rush of cold air.
“You shouldn’t be smoking, kid,” the other replied, not even taking a look at him.
“I crave it; I taste it on your lips all the time.”
Yunho could only chuckle, stealing a glance at the punk beside him. “Aren’t you cold?” he asked, sucking languidly on his smoke.
“Who cares?” Jaejoong retorted, focusing at the sight below him. “What’s on your mind?”
“I don’t know,” Yunho blew out another stream of white puff. “I’m flying to Japan next week.” He said, catching Jaejoong’s large eyes, “I’ve got a photo shoot for a new issue of a Japanese fashion magazine.”
Tearing his gaze away as if he didn’t care, Jaejoong voice came out almost as low as whisper, “How fun.”
“Maybe. I like it in Japan better than here,” Yunho finished his cigarette and let it drop down to the melted snow below him. “I might move there once my contract here is over.”
Jaejoong tried to ignore the stinging pain in his chest as he heard the other speak. He had to - he was determined not to be one of those clingy types. “Then I lose a fuck buddy,” he joked coldly.
“With your looks you can easily find another one,” Yunho didn’t seem to realize that those words stabbed them both, and smirked lopsidedly at the smaller blonde as he turned around to get back into the house.
Slightly thrown off, JaeJoong gritted his teeth as he thought of slamming Yunho’s head into a wall. “Are you going home yet?” he heard the distant voice calling, “I’ll drive you before I get sleepy.”
Jaejoong stepped inside, the heat contrasting with his cold body and sending needles through his skin, “I want to stay here and annoy you.”
“I don’t get annoyed, especially by you.” Yunho smirked again as Jaejoong followed him to the living room. He walked into the kitchen as Jaejoong flopped onto the couch. The model took a few oranges out of his fridge and cut them into halves, then pressed them down onto the extractor he always kept on his counter.
If there was one thing that JaeJoong was used it, it was Yunho and his orange juice. He would drink it every time Jaejoong came over. Flipping through the recent magazines Jaejoong felt saddened by the fact that Yuhno’d been modeling with so many girls lately. His fingers began trembling as he held onto the pages, “Yunho, what if we date for real?”
“What’s that?” the noise stopped. He had nearly forgotten its presence.
“Never mind.”
***
Junsu groaned, feeling his bone crack from lying on the floor.
“So which one are you? Jaejoong or Junsu?” A deep voice captured his attention. He stirred, sitting up, eyes widening at the owner of the voice. The man was in a black suit, tie hanging loosely from the collar of his shirt as he stared at Junsu on the ground.
“Why do you give a fuck?” Junsu replied. “And kidnapping me like this! Oh yeah, real mature,” he mocked. “But I’m not scared of you. Do you have any idea who my father is?”
“Maybe I already know seeing as I did intend to target a Kim.”
Junsu glared angrily at him, irritated that the man didn’t seem scared and was definitely not showing any signs of fear. A pout almost formed on his lips as he picked himself up from the ground. “What?” he scoffed at the man, “What are you? Some kind of creepy pervert who likes looking at people drool in their sleep? Where the hell am I, anyway?” Junsu ignored him and walked to the door.
He heard an amused chuckle from the other, and the man quickly stood up after him. “Perhaps you have forgotten that this isn’t simply a pre-school nap,” his hand landed on Junsu’s shoulders as his hot breath tickled the other’s ear. “You’re actually a hostage now.”
Pairings: Mainly Yoosu & Yunjae
Rating: PG13 to R
Chapters: 1/15
Summary: The game isn’t hard, just don’t get your heart involved.
“Fucking bastard!” Jaejoong hissed loudly as he gave his classmate another kick. The kid yelped pathetically and his head was consumed by the toilet bowl again, drenching his face and hair in water. “Drink it good, kid,” Jaejoong encouraged, his face scrunched up with a look of mocking disgust, both for the kid and for his using up his time.
Junsu simply mused, leaning against the bathroom tiles, too tired because he had spent his lunch period beating up the kid. He pounded his fist into the other palm, checking out the bruises that had formed.
“Damn,” Jaejoong cursed, ruffling a hand through his bleached hair; it revealed his pierced ears with countless rings running along the lobe. “I wish I had a cigarette!” Stepping out of the bathroom stall he smiled at Junsu, almost wickedly.
His younger step-brother smiled back, the corner of his lips split and stained with dry blood. “Huyng, let’s skip 3rd period,” he suggested and Jaejoong nodded in agreement. The two gave the suffering kid with arms over the toilet bowl one last glance before walking off in a pair that they had become so familiar with.
Kim Jaejoong and Kim Junsu were the famous heartthrobs of Seoul High, girls treasured them like gods and guys feared their presence. Not only were they equipped with both looks and finance, they’d also managed to obtain a priceless reputation. Cliché as it may sound; the two weren’t players - just reckless high school kids always getting into trouble.
They’d always had what they wanted growing up - rich and spoilt. Everything had to go their way or it was simply wrong. Jaejoong and Junsu never settled for anything less, what they say, goes. And soon this idea of them becoming invincible was born.
***
“’Sup?” The playful tone asked, a voice that never failed to soothe Jaejoong’s ears.
His lips curved into a smile, “Can you come get me?” he asked, trying not to shiver in the cold.
“Sure,” The other replied, “Junsu’s not with you?” He could tell.
“Nope, he said he wanted to go to the arcade.”
“Why didn’t you go to the arcade with him?”
“Shut up, I’m eighteen.”
A laugh was heard on the other line, soft and smooth, “Alright, I’ll come get you.”
Jaejoong removed the cell phone from his ear and pressed the end call button. Tucking it back into his uniform, he leaned on the side of the school wall gazing up at the dull sky. Lazy clouds melted into one another and the wind picked up. But he didn’t have to wait for too long, it was less than five minutes before an Infinity G37 pulled over.
The window slid down and Yunho’s smiling eyes peaked under his sunglasses, “Get in.”
Jaejoong obeyed without speaking a word, walking over to the other side and pulling himself into the roomy car. It wasn’t until Yunho leaned over that he shoved a hand into his face, “Don’t kiss me like we’re a couple,” Jaejoong turned away and put on his seatbelt.
“It’s just a greeting,” Yunho replied coolly, both hands fixed on the wheel and drove off.
***
Junsu’s feet moved to the DDR machine, his eyes glaring at the screen at each colorful arrow that passed. Sweat dripped from his forehead and down to his chin as he concentrated on the game. A crowd had formed around him in a messy circle, whispers breaking out and girls squealing with delight.
He wiped the sweat away from his face when the song slowed down and eventually ended, a smirk twisting over his lips from the attention he’d been getting
“You Kim Junsu or Kim Jaejoong?” asked a man from behind as he grabbed his shoulder. Junsu gave him a strange look, noticing that the crowd has dissolved, “Why?”
“Oh, Mr. Kim!” Junsu couldn’t mistake it, the man did squeal his name, “I’m so glad I found you!”
Junsu raised an eyebrow, tongue darting out to lick at his dry lips.
“Our boss wants to invite you for a talk.”
“What boss?”
“You’ll find out if you follow us.” Two more men in the same suits approached him.
“What the hell?” He didn’t need to be told twice. Swiftly he managed to kick out at the man in front, enjoying it as he saw him stumble and hit a nearby racing game. The other two darted at him, each trying to avoid his punches. Though Junsu was small, he moved fast. His dodges were unbelievably rapid, body bending nearly at 90 degree angles while he seemed to be flying in mid air.
Not liking the idea of being banned from his favorite arcade, Junsu dashed out of the game room and ran from the three men. A car managed to track him down and started driving by his side as Junsu made his way down the sidewalk. He didn’t stop running, and turned his head to look. The car screeched violently as it braked around the corner and three more men ran out.
“Who the hell are you?” Junsu demanded, finding himself cornered. “Do you know who my father is?”
“Our boss just wants to have a small chat with you,” one of them explained. “Let’s not do this the hard way.”
“Listen, you old farts,” Junsu spat, “I always do it the hard way.” As soon as he finished his sentence he jumped up to kick again, his foot drove the other’s head over, tipping the body until he fell. The other two swung at him and he dodged them - just barely - one after another. His breathing grew hard, and his body felt drained from the previous play, yet he couldn’t beat down the three who seemed to be as stubborn as hell. Each time they fell they got right back up, as if his capture was even more important than their lives.
He drove another kick at a man coming at him before he felt himself being thrown into the wall, the back of his head slamming hard into the concrete. He could only groan, vision blurring into nothing.
***
Jaejoong found himself once again beneath Yunho’s warm sheets. His stomach pressed against the bed as his cheek did against the pillow. He opened his eyes slowly but found there were no lights to adjust to; he woke up in sheer darkness again.
A cold chill trailed down his back and he realized that the balcony doors were wide open. In front of him was Yunho leaning onto the railing, white clouds escaping his full lips as he stood in front of the majestic lights of the city. Yunho was never into cuddling after sex; it would’ve seemed strange seeing the state of their current relationship.
Jaejoong groggily got up from the bed and pulled on his boxers, walking out quietly to the other. “Hey, give me a cigarette,” he ordered, leaning onto the railing a few feet away from Yunho. He was greeted by a rush of cold air.
“You shouldn’t be smoking, kid,” the other replied, not even taking a look at him.
“I crave it; I taste it on your lips all the time.”
Yunho could only chuckle, stealing a glance at the punk beside him. “Aren’t you cold?” he asked, sucking languidly on his smoke.
“Who cares?” Jaejoong retorted, focusing at the sight below him. “What’s on your mind?”
“I don’t know,” Yunho blew out another stream of white puff. “I’m flying to Japan next week.” He said, catching Jaejoong’s large eyes, “I’ve got a photo shoot for a new issue of a Japanese fashion magazine.”
Tearing his gaze away as if he didn’t care, Jaejoong voice came out almost as low as whisper, “How fun.”
“Maybe. I like it in Japan better than here,” Yunho finished his cigarette and let it drop down to the melted snow below him. “I might move there once my contract here is over.”
Jaejoong tried to ignore the stinging pain in his chest as he heard the other speak. He had to - he was determined not to be one of those clingy types. “Then I lose a fuck buddy,” he joked coldly.
“With your looks you can easily find another one,” Yunho didn’t seem to realize that those words stabbed them both, and smirked lopsidedly at the smaller blonde as he turned around to get back into the house.
Slightly thrown off, JaeJoong gritted his teeth as he thought of slamming Yunho’s head into a wall. “Are you going home yet?” he heard the distant voice calling, “I’ll drive you before I get sleepy.”
Jaejoong stepped inside, the heat contrasting with his cold body and sending needles through his skin, “I want to stay here and annoy you.”
“I don’t get annoyed, especially by you.” Yunho smirked again as Jaejoong followed him to the living room. He walked into the kitchen as Jaejoong flopped onto the couch. The model took a few oranges out of his fridge and cut them into halves, then pressed them down onto the extractor he always kept on his counter.
If there was one thing that JaeJoong was used it, it was Yunho and his orange juice. He would drink it every time Jaejoong came over. Flipping through the recent magazines Jaejoong felt saddened by the fact that Yuhno’d been modeling with so many girls lately. His fingers began trembling as he held onto the pages, “Yunho, what if we date for real?”
“What’s that?” the noise stopped. He had nearly forgotten its presence.
“Never mind.”
***
Junsu groaned, feeling his bone crack from lying on the floor.
“So which one are you? Jaejoong or Junsu?” A deep voice captured his attention. He stirred, sitting up, eyes widening at the owner of the voice. The man was in a black suit, tie hanging loosely from the collar of his shirt as he stared at Junsu on the ground.
“Why do you give a fuck?” Junsu replied. “And kidnapping me like this! Oh yeah, real mature,” he mocked. “But I’m not scared of you. Do you have any idea who my father is?”
“Maybe I already know seeing as I did intend to target a Kim.”
Junsu glared angrily at him, irritated that the man didn’t seem scared and was definitely not showing any signs of fear. A pout almost formed on his lips as he picked himself up from the ground. “What?” he scoffed at the man, “What are you? Some kind of creepy pervert who likes looking at people drool in their sleep? Where the hell am I, anyway?” Junsu ignored him and walked to the door.
He heard an amused chuckle from the other, and the man quickly stood up after him. “Perhaps you have forgotten that this isn’t simply a pre-school nap,” his hand landed on Junsu’s shoulders as his hot breath tickled the other’s ear. “You’re actually a hostage now.”