This Isn't a Fairytale 1/3
Title: This Isn't a Fairytale
Author: nestine
Characters/Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 13000+
Summary: Daehyun may have been given the perfect face, the flawless life - almost a prince in disguise -- but everything comes with a price. This near prince is selfish, spoiled and unkind. He is cursed by an old beggar and the spell will only be broken if he learns to love another and earn a love in return but if on his 21st birthday, he shall not succeed then the words will be permanent and he’ll stay as ugly as a beast. Will Daehyun find someone who can break the curse?
Beauty and the Beast Modern!AUWritten for the thebrowniebunch fic exchange :)
Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2
Prologue: True love runs out.
Who is to blame when love fails?
Statistics never lie, but lovers often do. The sad truth has unsettled many love stories into complete oblivion. Most of the time, people choose to escape when things get uneasy. Nearly everyone’s ultimate back up plan is to run, and running away from love is a desperate measure whenever everything becomes vague.
As cliché as it may seem, sometimes running away is the simplest way out. And everyone wants the easy way out. Sometimes, running away signals a more dramatic outbreak, or sometimes it defies the truth, prolongs the agony or stores an insuperable amount of guilt. Breaking away from everything is the most painless way to hide the pain -- ironic isn’t it?
So Yoo Youngjae opted for the simplest decision, but it is not what his heart desired.
>>>
Youngjae tells himself that Jung Daehyun is out of his league, that Jung Daehyun isn’t going to fall for him, that ignoring Jung Daehyun will be the best decision that he can make in his entire lifetime, that Jung Daehyun is an elusive dream that Youngjae cannot possibly even try to reach, and that befriending Jung Daehyun means crossing an unfathomable sea that will probably cost him his life but when Jung Daehyun gives him a shy smile, arm outstretched and offering his hand for a polite shake during Chemistry, Yoo Youngjae forgets everything and stupidly replies, “Who, me?” in which Jung Daehyun releases the most beautiful laugh Youngjae has ever heard, too pleasant to his ears, too delightful to his heart.
Uh oh, here comes trouble.
Jung Daehyun has an atypical characteristic -- his personality differs from what you see, and surprisingly, still, people are enchanted by him.
“I’m Jung Daehyun, and yes, I’m talking to you, Yoo Youngjae.”
And Youngjae almost falls onto the floor from his seat because Jung Daehyun knows him, recognizes him, is talking to him and knows his full name. The Jung Daehyun.
Well, Jung Daehyun is handsome.
The description might need some tweaks and improvements though, because Jung Daehyun is not just handsome but exceptionally good looking, with the perfect mixture of sharp features and gentleness; everyone in the university wants to get in his pants or to remove his pants or to see him with no pants or better, the three combined.
Daehyun’s voice is an impeccable work of art -- it’s like the perfect combination of coffee and milk, is clear and smooth when he sings but a little higher than when he speaks; Youngjae was drawn to it the moment Daehyun belted his high note during a freshmen party. If Youngjae could compare his voice to a dessert, it would be chocolate, sweet, tempting, and addicting. If eating chocolate is a sin, then it's a sin Youngjae wouldn't think twice to commit over and over again.
It occurs to Youngjae that he pretty much day-dreamed in front of his classmate and that it has been awhile since Jung Daehyun’s hand has been waiting for his own, so with much fumbling and Youngjae doesn’t even know why the hell is he messing up, he reaches for it and -- good heavens -- Jung Daehyun’s hand is so soft. The number of people staring at them, clearly curious about the little moment happening, is growing incredibly fast.
And Youngjae knows people are looking, and soon their little introduction will travel like lightning to the university paper's headlines: "Poor Man's Son Befriends Mr. Popular!". So he quickly removes his hand, partly because he doesn’t want to taint Jung Daehyun’s reputation -- as if it could ever be tainted -- and partly because the longer he holds Jung Daehyun’s hand, the redder he will become.
“Nice to meet you Youngjae.” Jung Daehyun speaks again and the butterflies in Youngjae’s stomach are going wild; his heart is rapidly pumping back and forth against his ribcage. This is the first time in two years he and Jung Daehyun will be in a class together, the first time that Daehyun has started a conversation with him -- well, none of his block mates talk to Youngjae aside from the times they need his help on homework and stuff, because apparently Yoo Youngjae is --
“You don’t talk much, do you?” Jung Daehyun laughs again, cutting Youngjae in his trance. “Or do you just hate me?”
And Youngjae is taken aback because not in a million years would he have the audacity to even think about hating Jung Daehyun, so his lips start to utter words in defense but in an idiotic manner. Good job Youngjae, good job.
“Uhm, well, don’t, I, hate.”
Youngjae joins debates and orations so he usually doesn’t have any problem with public speaking.
“I, well, uhm, Youngjae, since, uhm Daehyun is.”
Youngjae joins spelling bees and he’s a talented speaker and this moment is once in a lifetime so Youngjae probably needs to get his shit together right now -- “I don’t hate you,” he manages fucking finally.
Daehyun heartily laughs again. “You’re cute.”
And to Youngjae’s surprise, feelings are escalating very quickly, he feels his stomach crying in pain and he wants to puke. He needs medicine but Jung Daehyun isn’t medicine, he is a drug.
The growing number of eyes focused on them is rapidly increasing, and Youngjae wishes their Chemistry professor would jump out right about now because Jung Daehyun staring at him isn’t helping his current don’t mind me status. The murmurs of why is Daehyun talking to him aren’t really helping his will be status too.
“Let’s be partners then. You can’t say no Youngjae,” Daehyun says while he grabs Youngjae’s hand and he feels ticklish when the point of the pen touches his palm. It happens suddenly and ends abruptly. But the lingering feeling of Daehyun’s touch still exists.
“That’s my number, text me so we can start to work on that project, okay?”
“O.o.kay,” Youngjae blurts out with slight errors and hardships. Good job!
The Chemistry period ends and Daehyun leaves Youngjae in a mix of emotions ranging from horror, to joy, to confusion, to surprise. Youngjae, only after a couple of minutes comes to the realization that the almighty Jung Daehyun’s number is written on his palm. He swears he will never wash his hand.
And his heart might have suffered a few ups and downs and will be encountering bumps along the way as the image as the moving image of Daehyun winking at him loops forever in the back of Youngjae's mind.
Then suddenly they are on a dining room and there's cheesecake and Youngjae is handing him a slice. Soon, Youngjae is holding his hand.
“Mr. Jung Daehyun.”
“Daehyun”
“Daehyun.”
And Daehyun is transported elsewhere and he sees his seatmate gesturing for him to stand up and he does with half lidded eyes, wobbling knees, and a half awake brain. He recognizes Ms. Choi raising one eyebrow, but he doesn’t notice the fuming expression.
Daehyun answers, “Uhm, what was the question?”
The class bursts into a fits of laughter because there wasn’t even a question raised to begin with, and though the room is clouded with noise, still Daehyun’s mind is at a haze.
“Meet me at the principal’s office.” These are the last words Daehyun hears before Ms. Choi storms out of the room.
Daehyun is lost. He is really confused because one moment Youngjae is flirting with him and the next thing he’s being asked to visit the principal’s office. What the hell is going on? His eyes desperately scan the room, searching for answers until he finds a dreadfu lone: he sees Youngjae with those thick rimmed glasses at the front and their eyes meet for a split second. Everything is sinking in. Oh.
“Oh,” he says, as one by one all things begin to make sense. And then the light bulb…
“Oh,” he says more loudly this time. “It was a dream.”
“Again.”
>>>
Yongguk treats him to a hamburger and added some fries after Daehyun’s little trip to the principal’s office. The guy is asked to undergo a community service due to his continuous behavior in certain classes.
“So you’re telling me it’s Yoo’s fault?”
Daehyun can’tbelieve Yongguk is asking him this question for the fourth time. Of course it was Youngjae’s fault -- the guy could have put something on Daehyun’s food so the latter will see Youngjae in his dreams.
“I told you hyung that Youngjae guy must have done something tome that made me dream of him,” Daehyun says in all seriousness.
“You do know how stupid it sounds.” Yongguk gives him a questioning look. Yongguk sees all the stupidity in everybody and wants to correct everything. He can't let this one pass. "Not everyone is going to fall for you because you're good looking"
Daehyun heaves a depressing sigh because he knows it’s stupid too but what other possible reason is out there in the open? They say dreams are reality we long to come into contact with, but in Daehyun’s experience, it’s the complete opposite. Why would he long for someone like Youngjae, when he can have anyone he wants?
Most of the time, Daehyun feels like a celebrity; sometimes even he feels more popular than some boy band who has just made their debut. And he wants to keep it that way. Daehyun, truthful to his dreams, is a fine human creation like a perfectly tailored suit. Not only does he possess good looks, but money also isn’t really an issue because his father is the CEO of a multinational real estate company. Basically, Daehyun is a perfect example of top quality jewelry.
So why would a first-rate gemstone dream of someone? He doesn’t even talk to Youngjae despite being classmates since the middle school. Why of all people, is it Youngjae?
“I hate him.” That’s all Daehyun could ever come up with.
“I don’t want Youngjae to appear in my dreams.”
Author: nestine
Characters/Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 13000+
Summary: Daehyun may have been given the perfect face, the flawless life - almost a prince in disguise -- but everything comes with a price. This near prince is selfish, spoiled and unkind. He is cursed by an old beggar and the spell will only be broken if he learns to love another and earn a love in return but if on his 21st birthday, he shall not succeed then the words will be permanent and he’ll stay as ugly as a beast. Will Daehyun find someone who can break the curse?
Beauty and the Beast Modern!AUWritten for the thebrowniebunch fic exchange :)
Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2
Prologue: True love runs out.
Who is to blame when love fails?
Statistics never lie, but lovers often do. The sad truth has unsettled many love stories into complete oblivion. Most of the time, people choose to escape when things get uneasy. Nearly everyone’s ultimate back up plan is to run, and running away from love is a desperate measure whenever everything becomes vague.
As cliché as it may seem, sometimes running away is the simplest way out. And everyone wants the easy way out. Sometimes, running away signals a more dramatic outbreak, or sometimes it defies the truth, prolongs the agony or stores an insuperable amount of guilt. Breaking away from everything is the most painless way to hide the pain -- ironic isn’t it?
So Yoo Youngjae opted for the simplest decision, but it is not what his heart desired.
>>>
Youngjae tells himself that Jung Daehyun is out of his league, that Jung Daehyun isn’t going to fall for him, that ignoring Jung Daehyun will be the best decision that he can make in his entire lifetime, that Jung Daehyun is an elusive dream that Youngjae cannot possibly even try to reach, and that befriending Jung Daehyun means crossing an unfathomable sea that will probably cost him his life but when Jung Daehyun gives him a shy smile, arm outstretched and offering his hand for a polite shake during Chemistry, Yoo Youngjae forgets everything and stupidly replies, “Who, me?” in which Jung Daehyun releases the most beautiful laugh Youngjae has ever heard, too pleasant to his ears, too delightful to his heart.
Uh oh, here comes trouble.
Jung Daehyun has an atypical characteristic -- his personality differs from what you see, and surprisingly, still, people are enchanted by him.
“I’m Jung Daehyun, and yes, I’m talking to you, Yoo Youngjae.”
And Youngjae almost falls onto the floor from his seat because Jung Daehyun knows him, recognizes him, is talking to him and knows his full name. The Jung Daehyun.
Well, Jung Daehyun is handsome.
The description might need some tweaks and improvements though, because Jung Daehyun is not just handsome but exceptionally good looking, with the perfect mixture of sharp features and gentleness; everyone in the university wants to get in his pants or to remove his pants or to see him with no pants or better, the three combined.
Daehyun’s voice is an impeccable work of art -- it’s like the perfect combination of coffee and milk, is clear and smooth when he sings but a little higher than when he speaks; Youngjae was drawn to it the moment Daehyun belted his high note during a freshmen party. If Youngjae could compare his voice to a dessert, it would be chocolate, sweet, tempting, and addicting. If eating chocolate is a sin, then it's a sin Youngjae wouldn't think twice to commit over and over again.
It occurs to Youngjae that he pretty much day-dreamed in front of his classmate and that it has been awhile since Jung Daehyun’s hand has been waiting for his own, so with much fumbling and Youngjae doesn’t even know why the hell is he messing up, he reaches for it and -- good heavens -- Jung Daehyun’s hand is so soft. The number of people staring at them, clearly curious about the little moment happening, is growing incredibly fast.
And Youngjae knows people are looking, and soon their little introduction will travel like lightning to the university paper's headlines: "Poor Man's Son Befriends Mr. Popular!". So he quickly removes his hand, partly because he doesn’t want to taint Jung Daehyun’s reputation -- as if it could ever be tainted -- and partly because the longer he holds Jung Daehyun’s hand, the redder he will become.
“Nice to meet you Youngjae.” Jung Daehyun speaks again and the butterflies in Youngjae’s stomach are going wild; his heart is rapidly pumping back and forth against his ribcage. This is the first time in two years he and Jung Daehyun will be in a class together, the first time that Daehyun has started a conversation with him -- well, none of his block mates talk to Youngjae aside from the times they need his help on homework and stuff, because apparently Yoo Youngjae is --
“You don’t talk much, do you?” Jung Daehyun laughs again, cutting Youngjae in his trance. “Or do you just hate me?”
And Youngjae is taken aback because not in a million years would he have the audacity to even think about hating Jung Daehyun, so his lips start to utter words in defense but in an idiotic manner. Good job Youngjae, good job.
“Uhm, well, don’t, I, hate.”
Youngjae joins debates and orations so he usually doesn’t have any problem with public speaking.
“I, well, uhm, Youngjae, since, uhm Daehyun is.”
Youngjae joins spelling bees and he’s a talented speaker and this moment is once in a lifetime so Youngjae probably needs to get his shit together right now -- “I don’t hate you,” he manages fucking finally.
Daehyun heartily laughs again. “You’re cute.”
And to Youngjae’s surprise, feelings are escalating very quickly, he feels his stomach crying in pain and he wants to puke. He needs medicine but Jung Daehyun isn’t medicine, he is a drug.
The growing number of eyes focused on them is rapidly increasing, and Youngjae wishes their Chemistry professor would jump out right about now because Jung Daehyun staring at him isn’t helping his current don’t mind me status. The murmurs of why is Daehyun talking to him aren’t really helping his will be status too.
“Let’s be partners then. You can’t say no Youngjae,” Daehyun says while he grabs Youngjae’s hand and he feels ticklish when the point of the pen touches his palm. It happens suddenly and ends abruptly. But the lingering feeling of Daehyun’s touch still exists.
“That’s my number, text me so we can start to work on that project, okay?”
“O.o.kay,” Youngjae blurts out with slight errors and hardships. Good job!
The Chemistry period ends and Daehyun leaves Youngjae in a mix of emotions ranging from horror, to joy, to confusion, to surprise. Youngjae, only after a couple of minutes comes to the realization that the almighty Jung Daehyun’s number is written on his palm. He swears he will never wash his hand.
And his heart might have suffered a few ups and downs and will be encountering bumps along the way as the image as the moving image of Daehyun winking at him loops forever in the back of Youngjae's mind.
Then suddenly they are on a dining room and there's cheesecake and Youngjae is handing him a slice. Soon, Youngjae is holding his hand.
“Mr. Jung Daehyun.”
“Daehyun”
“Daehyun.”
And Daehyun is transported elsewhere and he sees his seatmate gesturing for him to stand up and he does with half lidded eyes, wobbling knees, and a half awake brain. He recognizes Ms. Choi raising one eyebrow, but he doesn’t notice the fuming expression.
Daehyun answers, “Uhm, what was the question?”
The class bursts into a fits of laughter because there wasn’t even a question raised to begin with, and though the room is clouded with noise, still Daehyun’s mind is at a haze.
“Meet me at the principal’s office.” These are the last words Daehyun hears before Ms. Choi storms out of the room.
Daehyun is lost. He is really confused because one moment Youngjae is flirting with him and the next thing he’s being asked to visit the principal’s office. What the hell is going on? His eyes desperately scan the room, searching for answers until he finds a dreadfu lone: he sees Youngjae with those thick rimmed glasses at the front and their eyes meet for a split second. Everything is sinking in. Oh.
“Oh,” he says, as one by one all things begin to make sense. And then the light bulb…
“Oh,” he says more loudly this time. “It was a dream.”
“Again.”
>>>
Yongguk treats him to a hamburger and added some fries after Daehyun’s little trip to the principal’s office. The guy is asked to undergo a community service due to his continuous behavior in certain classes.
“So you’re telling me it’s Yoo’s fault?”
Daehyun can’tbelieve Yongguk is asking him this question for the fourth time. Of course it was Youngjae’s fault -- the guy could have put something on Daehyun’s food so the latter will see Youngjae in his dreams.
“I told you hyung that Youngjae guy must have done something tome that made me dream of him,” Daehyun says in all seriousness.
“You do know how stupid it sounds.” Yongguk gives him a questioning look. Yongguk sees all the stupidity in everybody and wants to correct everything. He can't let this one pass. "Not everyone is going to fall for you because you're good looking"
Daehyun heaves a depressing sigh because he knows it’s stupid too but what other possible reason is out there in the open? They say dreams are reality we long to come into contact with, but in Daehyun’s experience, it’s the complete opposite. Why would he long for someone like Youngjae, when he can have anyone he wants?
Most of the time, Daehyun feels like a celebrity; sometimes even he feels more popular than some boy band who has just made their debut. And he wants to keep it that way. Daehyun, truthful to his dreams, is a fine human creation like a perfectly tailored suit. Not only does he possess good looks, but money also isn’t really an issue because his father is the CEO of a multinational real estate company. Basically, Daehyun is a perfect example of top quality jewelry.
So why would a first-rate gemstone dream of someone? He doesn’t even talk to Youngjae despite being classmates since the middle school. Why of all people, is it Youngjae?
“I hate him.” That’s all Daehyun could ever come up with.
“I don’t want Youngjae to appear in my dreams.”