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Beauty and the Beast | Chapter 1/?

Jan 24, 2009 12:56

Beauty and the Beast
Author: love_cassiopeia
Summary: Jung Yunho - a gifted and successful actor. Kim Jaejoong - Yunho's biggest fan. After receiving the task to interview Yunho for his journalism assignment, Jaejoong realizes that his favourite actor just might transform him from a "fan" into something much more.
Rated: PG-13 ~ NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own the five members, I’m simply borrowing them.
Warning(s): NC-17 material, language
Genre: Romance
Pairing(s): YunJae
Chapter 1: Beauty falls in love

Beauty and the Beast

Foreword:

There are a few people in the world-and by a few I mean a few-who are wise enough to find real love amongst the corruption in this world. Although they’ve found their accurate lovers, there isn’t always a guaranteed “happily ever after” that goes along with their strong relationships. These few people who were obliged to love have experienced a bit of trouble to receive such gifts; for what is love without consequences? It would only be a shallow emotion that we take for granted; and to most people, it is.

We all have to admit it: it is difficult to truly love someone.

How do you love someone who is so far away, so far from your reach that it’s utterly impossible to come in contact with him? How do you love someone whom you’re forbidden to touch, but one whom you feel so close to? And most of all, how do you love someone who ignores all hints of love to begin with?

This story is one of desire, one of disappointment, and one of misunderstanding. It tells of how a beauty is able to distract a beast from his inner aggravation, and bring him to taste the pristine flavours of love.

1．

Beauty falls in love

Jaejoong and Junsu’s apartment, 5:30 PM. Seoul, South Korea

I could almost memorize every single line he spoke to the last word. He was awe-inspiring. His hair, tainted with sweat; his eyes, filled with excitement; and most of all, his lips-his lips which were so enticing that I almost wanted to have them for dinner.

“Jaejoong-hyung… you still watching that movie?”

Distracting me from my timeless film, my bothersome roommate, Junsu, assembled himself onto the couch next to me and stared at the television curiously.

“You know, it’s getting quite old.”

His remark was enough to make me feel exasperated that I had chosen him as a roommate to begin with. No one told me my favourite movie was old without some sort of punishment. “Shut up.” I commanded. “Go away. You have homework to finish.”

He rolled his eyes idly at me. “That’s the last thing on my mind, mom.” He justified sardonically. “Thank you for bringing up such meaningless things to my life.”

I snorted. “Well, it’s not like you have any time to procrastinate.” I teased, still keeping my eyes glued to the television screen, watching the action star attentively. “My God… Jung Yunho is so…”

“Stupid?”

Junsu’s jokes were getting old, not my movie. “Fuck you.” I cursed at him. “He’s so handsome, manly, strong…”

He put a hand over my mouth to prevent me from saying any more. “Jaejoong, you sound like a female.”

Realizing what had just escaped my mouth, I sighed, feeling a fraction of my masculinity disappear.

I grabbed his hand and hurled it away. “Will you fuck off?” I asked. “Please?” I politely added.

Sighing, he stood up from the couch and waltzed away from the living room. “Okay, okay…” He agreed. “If you want me to go so badly, just say so.”

Smirking, I returned my eyes to the large screen. At last, no more distractions from Junsu to sidetrack me from the film. I grabbed my bowl of popcorn and continued scrutinizing one of Yunho’s classic movies.

I’m Kim Jaejoong. Twenty-two, college student-journalism major. I don’t resemble the others at the university, in fact, I see myself as the unfortunate black sheep among them. Unlike the others, I don’t tend to fit in with the crowd, nor do I fit it with my own race. There are girls at the university who find me attractive, and guys who would do anything to take me out for dinner. I have no idea if my masculinity overpowers my femininity-or vice versa.

Leaving the room just now was Kim Junsu. He’s twenty-two also, yet he doesn’t seem to act a tad like it. He’s been my roommate for over a year now, and my intellect has been getting quite weary from all his inadequate jokes. He expresses amusement at his own jokes, and yet he expects me to laugh along with him! In a way, he was even worse than me.

Who? That on the television screen? That’s Jung Yunho. He’s an eminent movie star-twenty-two, just like me. Unlike me, he does have an idea of who he is. Due to his overpowering allure and charisma, almost every girl in the nation is in love with him, pestering him until he could take no more. He’s Jung Yunho, my idol.

At times, I can almost say that I am in love with him. I'm completely clueless how I could possibly fall in love without ever speaking or coming in contact with him, but I can guarantee that my heart fell for him the very moment I saw him.

He was my world these days, as ridiculous as it sounds…

“Jaejoong-ah! You want to go out tonight?” Junsu yelled into the living room from the kitchen. “I found this great pizzeria-want to come?”

I shook my head, wishing Junsu would evaporate into thin air and leave me to my movie. “Nah… I’m just going to finish up here and cook for myself.”

He grabbed his keys and prepared to head out the apartment door. “Suit yourself.”

He slammed the door behind him, leaving me in the dim, dismal living room. And for a moment there, I felt a bit lonely-almost like denying Junsu was the wrong thing to do.

“You bitch.” I murmured to the female on the screen who played the part as Yunho’s lover in the film. That should be me. My skin was paler, my hair was darker, and my lips were a dozen times more enticing than that of the actress’. The one that Yunho was kissing under the rain should be me. Me, me, me!

What am I thinking? I asked myself as I grabbed a bottle of beer from fridge. I spent my days alone, infatuated over him, when I could be out there, bar hopping with Junsu and meeting eligible bachelors every night.

I sighed, revisiting the TV. If only there was a way to meet him… if only I could see him in person, then I could bear to exist a second longer.

Perhaps the young lady inside me had taken over the man.

Incheon Airport, 12:56 AM. Incheon, South Korea

“Oh my god! It’s him!”

“Yunho! May I get your autograph?”

“Yunho! I love you! I’m the only one for you!”

“No! Don’t listen to her! I can be your wife! I’ll be faithful; I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Get him!”

“Hello everyone.” The 184 centimetre movie star waved gauchely at the fans as his bodyguards surrounded him. Forged smiles and grins inundated his face, making his fine-looking complexion brighten with masculinity.

After manoeuvring hectically through the group of besotted fans, he finally settled back into his limo and fetched himself a bottle of water as one the bodyguards prevented the fans from approaching him any closer. There has to be some way to control this fan club of mine, Yunho considered as one of his body guards fixed his button-up shirt. Every girl (or should he say, woman) in Korea was head over heels with him, offering him heaps of adoration and fondness. Well, what could he say? He was loved.

The term ‘loved’ does not necessarily mean that one is truly ‘loved.’ This love was truly fake-taking on a shape of materialism and outer beauty. And Yunho detested it; he detested it with his whole heart.

He reviled the supermodel actresses he was paired with in movies and the wealthy idols who had always wanted to couple up with him. One love he was able to handle was the love from his fans. They, out of all people, respected him for his talent and hard work, unlike the materialistic actresses who wanted him for their own amusement.

The actor heaved a sigh, looking out the window. He desired to depart Korea. He needed some time for himself. He didn’t want to squander his day away with ridiculous female actresses. He needed to be alone.

Luckily, his new movie was set in Paris-a distant land away from a country as familiar as Korea. There, he would find time for himself, and also the energy to finish the film for his fans.

To regretfully admit it, Yunho wanted a lover. Not one who was extraordinary or wealthy, but one who was typical. One who would make his heart beat in simple ways, and one who was able to take him through his day with her smiles. He felt horrible, not being able to find an individual as simple as her.

He sighed. Hopefully this movie would take him away from all thoughts of love.

He wanted to call himself a beast for ignoring all sights of affection. Of all the years he’s been an actor, he’s only focused on work, nothing more.

If only there was a beauty-one beautiful from inside to out-who could accompany him through every obstacle in his life.

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