lies ; leeteuk/jessica
lies
rating: PG
A/N: written for another anon. (: they wanted "Leeteuk is a highly desirable guy with an established career, and Jessica is his Babie-doll-like girlfiend. However, she has no idea he's actually gay and using her as a cover."
Jungsu and Jessica. Jungsica. Susica. They had many different names; because they were the perfect couple. Girls from all over envied her - because Jessica is perfect, like the higher-up created her out of all the "good" parts. Jessica is wise at times, but those times are really rare and Jungsu is getting a bit tired of explaining the same things over and over again. Jungsu is envied by both boys and girls - because Jungsu is also perfect, rich, smart, all the things girls look for in their dream guy.
They're extremely well off and have everything they need; Jungsu often finds himself letting his friends gladly borrow or have money. Jessica has a closet for her clothes and another one for her shoes, and that's really all that matters to her. As long as she has Jungsu's love and support (and clothes and money to match it), she's happy. It doesn't take a lot to please her. It never has.
Jungsu works as an executive of some kind - she's never really bothered to ask him what's all the fancy jargon he uses, and he never really bothers to explain everything to her. She works in a designer clothing store and brings home fashions for both of them, trying everything on and appeasing him, smiling when he compliments her, hugging him and nuzzling into the crook of his neck and loving how she fits.
Sometimes they read; which is really just her pouring over fashion magazines and clipping out things that she wants, pretty material things that have no important values. Sometimes they'll lay there and cuddle, and she'll press her ear close to his chest, trailing fingers over his lower stomach and listen to his heartbeat.
"I love you," she murmurs, smiling that perfect angelic smile; and Jungsu feels a smile grace his own face and stroke her perfect hair and run a thumb across her lips.
The smile, however, never reaches his eyes.
---
He likes to think he does love her; he says it when the occasion is called for - you know, when they're out in public, and she's all smiles and giggles and honey~? in her ear splitting sickingly sweet voice. And when he says it she smiles and lights up like a child on Christmas; her world is complete and filled. This is all it takes for her to be happy and content; for the papers and town to buzz with the latest Jungsica news (really, Jungsu was getting quite tired of it all; but if it kept them happy...).
He likes to think that every touch he gives her means something, every time he squeezes her hand while driving it means they're connected in that special way, every time she straightens his tie and plants a soft kiss on his cheek, squeezing his shoulder.
"Have a good day today," she chirps, heading off to get dressed and do her makeup.
Jungsu shudders, giving her a forced smile with a "Thank you."
---
Because Jessica loves him, she never questions him coming home later than usual; their take-out dinner long cold (Jessica never cooks, and she doesn't want to hire someone to do it) and sitting half-congealed on the counter. He shakes her awake from her position on the couch, whispering soft words to her and carrying her to the bedroom.
He murmurs that he got tied up in a project at work, that he's sorry for being late, but he will be for the rest of the week. And Jessica blinks sleepily at him, mumbling that it's alright, it's alright, should I keep dinner reheated?
He doesn't tell her that it isn't nescessary, his partner will feed him (in more ways than one). He doesn't tell her that it really isn't a project, doesn't tell her that his coworker offers him a different kind of job in a sense.
He doesn't have the heart, really, to tell her that he has no sexual attraction to her. Sure, she's pretty, he'll give her that - but in reality, his heart only beats for his coworker (or maybe a few other guys).
So he continues to hold her in his arms, listening to Jessica's soft breathing, thinking on how much different she feels vs his coworker Yesung's body. He thinks about how Jessica's all soft curves made plastic by needles and pins and anasthesia, feels her hair's lackluster, and wonders how much longer he can do this.
Jessica shifts in her sleep and mumbles his name, clutching onto him lightly and nuzzling into his chest. Sometimes he wishes he could love her the way she loves him (if only to make this pretending thing easier), but he realizes he just can't.
So he'll continue to pose with her during the day, smile and do interviews, say "I love you" and never mean it, continue to lie to her about where he is at night, and continue to keep spare changes of clothes in either his car, office, or even at Yesung's house.
He'll continue to pretend it's really business calls he's taking when in reality it's Yesung on the phone, continue the dirty phone calls in secret after Jessica's long asleep, continue to perfect makeup techniques or making up excuses of burning himself with curling irons.
He imagines the looks on Yesung's face in lieu of Jessica's; and he can't help the smile to reach his eyes. Because he loves Yesung; and he finally understands how Jessica feels around him.
rating: PG
A/N: written for another anon. (: they wanted "Leeteuk is a highly desirable guy with an established career, and Jessica is his Babie-doll-like girlfiend. However, she has no idea he's actually gay and using her as a cover."
Jungsu and Jessica. Jungsica. Susica. They had many different names; because they were the perfect couple. Girls from all over envied her - because Jessica is perfect, like the higher-up created her out of all the "good" parts. Jessica is wise at times, but those times are really rare and Jungsu is getting a bit tired of explaining the same things over and over again. Jungsu is envied by both boys and girls - because Jungsu is also perfect, rich, smart, all the things girls look for in their dream guy.
They're extremely well off and have everything they need; Jungsu often finds himself letting his friends gladly borrow or have money. Jessica has a closet for her clothes and another one for her shoes, and that's really all that matters to her. As long as she has Jungsu's love and support (and clothes and money to match it), she's happy. It doesn't take a lot to please her. It never has.
Jungsu works as an executive of some kind - she's never really bothered to ask him what's all the fancy jargon he uses, and he never really bothers to explain everything to her. She works in a designer clothing store and brings home fashions for both of them, trying everything on and appeasing him, smiling when he compliments her, hugging him and nuzzling into the crook of his neck and loving how she fits.
Sometimes they read; which is really just her pouring over fashion magazines and clipping out things that she wants, pretty material things that have no important values. Sometimes they'll lay there and cuddle, and she'll press her ear close to his chest, trailing fingers over his lower stomach and listen to his heartbeat.
"I love you," she murmurs, smiling that perfect angelic smile; and Jungsu feels a smile grace his own face and stroke her perfect hair and run a thumb across her lips.
The smile, however, never reaches his eyes.
---
He likes to think he does love her; he says it when the occasion is called for - you know, when they're out in public, and she's all smiles and giggles and honey~? in her ear splitting sickingly sweet voice. And when he says it she smiles and lights up like a child on Christmas; her world is complete and filled. This is all it takes for her to be happy and content; for the papers and town to buzz with the latest Jungsica news (really, Jungsu was getting quite tired of it all; but if it kept them happy...).
He likes to think that every touch he gives her means something, every time he squeezes her hand while driving it means they're connected in that special way, every time she straightens his tie and plants a soft kiss on his cheek, squeezing his shoulder.
"Have a good day today," she chirps, heading off to get dressed and do her makeup.
Jungsu shudders, giving her a forced smile with a "Thank you."
---
Because Jessica loves him, she never questions him coming home later than usual; their take-out dinner long cold (Jessica never cooks, and she doesn't want to hire someone to do it) and sitting half-congealed on the counter. He shakes her awake from her position on the couch, whispering soft words to her and carrying her to the bedroom.
He murmurs that he got tied up in a project at work, that he's sorry for being late, but he will be for the rest of the week. And Jessica blinks sleepily at him, mumbling that it's alright, it's alright, should I keep dinner reheated?
He doesn't tell her that it isn't nescessary, his partner will feed him (in more ways than one). He doesn't tell her that it really isn't a project, doesn't tell her that his coworker offers him a different kind of job in a sense.
He doesn't have the heart, really, to tell her that he has no sexual attraction to her. Sure, she's pretty, he'll give her that - but in reality, his heart only beats for his coworker (or maybe a few other guys).
So he continues to hold her in his arms, listening to Jessica's soft breathing, thinking on how much different she feels vs his coworker Yesung's body. He thinks about how Jessica's all soft curves made plastic by needles and pins and anasthesia, feels her hair's lackluster, and wonders how much longer he can do this.
Jessica shifts in her sleep and mumbles his name, clutching onto him lightly and nuzzling into his chest. Sometimes he wishes he could love her the way she loves him (if only to make this pretending thing easier), but he realizes he just can't.
So he'll continue to pose with her during the day, smile and do interviews, say "I love you" and never mean it, continue to lie to her about where he is at night, and continue to keep spare changes of clothes in either his car, office, or even at Yesung's house.
He'll continue to pretend it's really business calls he's taking when in reality it's Yesung on the phone, continue the dirty phone calls in secret after Jessica's long asleep, continue to perfect makeup techniques or making up excuses of burning himself with curling irons.
He imagines the looks on Yesung's face in lieu of Jessica's; and he can't help the smile to reach his eyes. Because he loves Yesung; and he finally understands how Jessica feels around him.