in-eo (1/?)
Title: In-eo (인어)
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Length: Chaptered
Disclaimer: Nope; not mine.
Summary: Rescue a merman! Check! Room with him! …Check? Fall in love with him! Wait, what?!
profiles || prologue || 1
The finny tale of a poor college student and a certain merman named Jung Yunho.
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C H A P T E R ONE
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Normally, when Kim Jaejoong wakes up in a bathtub, he figures that he had probably gotten pissed drunk the night before - usually because of Yoochun, the fucker - and passed out in the most uncomfortable yet conventional place. He thinks of the location in a positive light; at least, he doesn’t have to get up to take a shower, even though the water runs cold for ten minutes before warmth finally goes through those damn apartment pipes.
Right at this very moment, however, Jaejoong knows something is horribly terribly wrong. Maybe there is still alcohol circulating in his system for he had never woken up with a half-man half-naked half-fish creature thingymachiger in his bathtub with him.
Before Jaejoong can open his mouth to speak, the stranger in his bathtub beats him to words.
“How did I get here and who are you?” demands the creature.
Jaejoong blinks, taken aback by the outright rudeness.
“I… Ugh.” He groans in pain from a distinct throbbing on his right temple. His fingers trail up his face to touch the tender wound, and he gasps because of the sudden sting.
“Shit,” curses Jaejoong when he’s pretty sure there is a bruise marking that area. This will not be good for the art class he has to model in today. He swears again when he realizes his current situation can’t be a dream if his head is hurting so fucking much.
He sighs melancholically and risks a glimpse at the creature in front of him.
“What are you? A mermaid?” asks Jaejoong. He contemplates for a millisecond, then continues, “Wait, am I high?”
“I’m a merman,” growls the creature. “Get it right. Do I look like I have breasts?”
Jaejoong gazes down at the deliciously muscled tan chest and makes out vaguely round pecs that could fit the smallest A-cup bra if squeezed together.
“Mayb-”
“Never mind,” snaps the creature. “What’s your name, blondie? You haven’t told me why I’m here. I can sue you for kidnapping a Jung heir.”
Jaejoong’s eyebrow twitches in irritation from the term, ‘blondie.’ Oh hell no! That guy did not just call him ‘blondie’ in the most derogatory way possible! Only Park Yoochun can get away with that ridiculous nickname!
“Look, I don’t care who or what you are, but you have no right to boss me around in my own house! For your information, I happened to be the one who saved your sorry mermaid - ‘merman,’ interrupts Jung - ass from choking on air, so save me the ‘suing’ shit,” seethes Jaejoong, jabbing a thin finger into the Jung man’s moobs.
In a spur of the moment, memories come flying back to Jaejoong. His jaw drops in shock before he resumes his angry rant. “I carried you all the way to my apartment! Afterwards… you fainted halfway! Then… Then you fell on top me, you son of a bitch! You’re the reason why my head is like this!”
So wrapped up in his epiphany, Jaejoong fails to notice how he crawls onto the merman’s scaly lap in an attempt to show his authority over the mythological creature.
“-now I can’t pay for my apartment bills since I have a bruise the size of - what?!”
Jaejoong fires his companion in the tub with a dark glare when the man clears his throat loudly, face turned away. A hint of pink dots the creature’s high cheekbones.
“Please get off of me,” enquires Jung in a slightly strangled but firm command.
“I already told you-“
And then Jaejoong stops.
Looks down.
He flushes bright red.
Because of how wet and awkward the unforeseen situation is, Jaejoong ends up stumbling and making the situation even worse by sliding his chest down Jung’s and grinding his clothed crotch against a particular merman’s tale. His skin turns an even darker shade of red as he continues flailing on top of Jung.
Ultimately, the taller man ceases Jaejoong’s hopeless struggle by fastening a strong hold around Jaejoong’s slender waist. He scoffs at the blonde’s tiny eep. With ridiculously superpower strength, he manages to lift the man in his lap onto the marbled tiles of Jaejoong’s restroom.
“There,” says Jung, his tone slightly smug.
Jaejoong’s blush endures.
“Now, how about you tell me your name?”
“…Kim Jaejoong,” mutters the blonde.
“Jung Yunho,” responds the merman, referring to his self. “I apologize for my behavior previously, Kim-sshi. I suppose I should thank you for rescuing me. I had a minor… attack earlier due to lack of water.”
Jaejoong twists to inspect Yunho with observing eyes.
“You’re really a merman, then? I thought… Oh, I don’t know. I thought mermaids or mermen - whatever you call them - don’t exist,” says Jaejoong, making flippant gestures with his right hand.
Yunho snorted. “Well, you’re looking at one.”
Jaejoong’s eyes renew their roving about Yunho’s body.
“Amazing,” comments Jaejoong, edging towards Yunho again. He reaches out to feel the merman, but Yunho splashes enough water with his tail to get Jaejoong retreating back with a cowardly squeal.
“I am not an exhibition for you to touch,” Yunho retorts.
Jaejoong makes a face.
“Why would I want to touch something icky and slimy like you?” he denies, his square jaw held up high just to prove his point.
Internally, he’s dying to stroke Yunho’s wet skin and squeeze those firm muscles.
The blonde shakes his head.
‘What is wrong with me,’ thinks Jaejoong
“Well, now that I’m awake, you can go ahead and leave. Go on. Swim to your other finny friends,” declares Jaejoong.
“It’s not nice to make fun of someone you don’t know,” drawls Yunho, blue eyes flashing dangerously. “You never know what kind of help they can provide you.”
“Ha,” sneers Jaejoong. “As if there’s anything you can assist me with, Jung-sshi. Thanks, but no thanks.”
“Your rent.”
Jaejoong visibly winces. He glances away from Yunho. “What do you know about me, you fishy jerk?”
“Your manager called while you were still unconscious. You’re three months behind rent, Kim Jaejoong-sshi. If you do not pay by the end of this month, you can count your only shelter gone,” enlightens Yunho.
“If you have know, I've got family I can stay with. I don’t need you, so you can just disappear,” replies Jaejoong, all teasing and levity gone.
“On the contrary, from the looks of this apartment, I believe it means you’re running away from your so-called family,” says the merman.
Jaejoong opens his mouth to reject the notion, but stays quiet when the unquestionable truth and shock of Yunho’s words brings him unable to make a comeback.
Yunho had hit a vulnerable part of Jaejoong in mere seconds. His eyes go downcast in defeat.
The merman considers apologizing for his brash statement; nevertheless, he decides against it. Jaejoong’s matters have nothing to do with him, and they shouldn’t affect him either.
“I have a proposition, Kim-sshi. I’m in quite a problematic situation. My legs won’t return to their natural state for another three days, and I need a place to reside in while I wait for that to happen. As of right now, you are the only person besides my father who knows about this trait of mine. It’s too risky for me to travel during this event,” says Yunho.
“…and how will that benefit me? All you’ve done so far is cause me pain. I might as well report you to a museum. At least I’d make money that way,” reacts Jaejoong quietly, still feeling the aftereffects of Yunho’s prior words.
“I’ll pay the debt you owe from rent.”
“Are you kidding me? I can make more from reporting you, you bastard.”
“I am a very powerful man, Kim-sshi. I can destroy you before you attempt anything. Even if you do call the media, I can cover myself, and trust me when I tell you this: If you report me, I will find a way to hide this secret and you will suffer. I strongly suggest you turn away from your ludicrous idea,” threatens Yunho.
Jaejoong swallows a gulp.
“Fine, fine. If you’re so powerful, I don’t get why you have to stay here. Only until you’re back to normal, okay? Then you have to leave no matter what,” Jaejoong complies reluctantly.
TBC...
A/N: Somehow, I feel like Yunho will turn out to be a douchebag in this fic. OTL I take forever to write and I don't have a beta, so the process takes twice as long since I tend to find imperfections everywhere. Spot a mistake? Please do point it out~ Thanks.
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Length: Chaptered
Disclaimer: Nope; not mine.
Summary: Rescue a merman! Check! Room with him! …Check? Fall in love with him! Wait, what?!
profiles || prologue || 1
The finny tale of a poor college student and a certain merman named Jung Yunho.
* * * * *
C H A P T E R ONE
* * * * *
Normally, when Kim Jaejoong wakes up in a bathtub, he figures that he had probably gotten pissed drunk the night before - usually because of Yoochun, the fucker - and passed out in the most uncomfortable yet conventional place. He thinks of the location in a positive light; at least, he doesn’t have to get up to take a shower, even though the water runs cold for ten minutes before warmth finally goes through those damn apartment pipes.
Right at this very moment, however, Jaejoong knows something is horribly terribly wrong. Maybe there is still alcohol circulating in his system for he had never woken up with a half-man half-naked half-fish creature thingymachiger in his bathtub with him.
Before Jaejoong can open his mouth to speak, the stranger in his bathtub beats him to words.
“How did I get here and who are you?” demands the creature.
Jaejoong blinks, taken aback by the outright rudeness.
“I… Ugh.” He groans in pain from a distinct throbbing on his right temple. His fingers trail up his face to touch the tender wound, and he gasps because of the sudden sting.
“Shit,” curses Jaejoong when he’s pretty sure there is a bruise marking that area. This will not be good for the art class he has to model in today. He swears again when he realizes his current situation can’t be a dream if his head is hurting so fucking much.
He sighs melancholically and risks a glimpse at the creature in front of him.
“What are you? A mermaid?” asks Jaejoong. He contemplates for a millisecond, then continues, “Wait, am I high?”
“I’m a merman,” growls the creature. “Get it right. Do I look like I have breasts?”
Jaejoong gazes down at the deliciously muscled tan chest and makes out vaguely round pecs that could fit the smallest A-cup bra if squeezed together.
“Mayb-”
“Never mind,” snaps the creature. “What’s your name, blondie? You haven’t told me why I’m here. I can sue you for kidnapping a Jung heir.”
Jaejoong’s eyebrow twitches in irritation from the term, ‘blondie.’ Oh hell no! That guy did not just call him ‘blondie’ in the most derogatory way possible! Only Park Yoochun can get away with that ridiculous nickname!
“Look, I don’t care who or what you are, but you have no right to boss me around in my own house! For your information, I happened to be the one who saved your sorry mermaid - ‘merman,’ interrupts Jung - ass from choking on air, so save me the ‘suing’ shit,” seethes Jaejoong, jabbing a thin finger into the Jung man’s moobs.
In a spur of the moment, memories come flying back to Jaejoong. His jaw drops in shock before he resumes his angry rant. “I carried you all the way to my apartment! Afterwards… you fainted halfway! Then… Then you fell on top me, you son of a bitch! You’re the reason why my head is like this!”
So wrapped up in his epiphany, Jaejoong fails to notice how he crawls onto the merman’s scaly lap in an attempt to show his authority over the mythological creature.
“-now I can’t pay for my apartment bills since I have a bruise the size of - what?!”
Jaejoong fires his companion in the tub with a dark glare when the man clears his throat loudly, face turned away. A hint of pink dots the creature’s high cheekbones.
“Please get off of me,” enquires Jung in a slightly strangled but firm command.
“I already told you-“
And then Jaejoong stops.
Looks down.
He flushes bright red.
Because of how wet and awkward the unforeseen situation is, Jaejoong ends up stumbling and making the situation even worse by sliding his chest down Jung’s and grinding his clothed crotch against a particular merman’s tale. His skin turns an even darker shade of red as he continues flailing on top of Jung.
Ultimately, the taller man ceases Jaejoong’s hopeless struggle by fastening a strong hold around Jaejoong’s slender waist. He scoffs at the blonde’s tiny eep. With ridiculously superpower strength, he manages to lift the man in his lap onto the marbled tiles of Jaejoong’s restroom.
“There,” says Jung, his tone slightly smug.
Jaejoong’s blush endures.
“Now, how about you tell me your name?”
“…Kim Jaejoong,” mutters the blonde.
“Jung Yunho,” responds the merman, referring to his self. “I apologize for my behavior previously, Kim-sshi. I suppose I should thank you for rescuing me. I had a minor… attack earlier due to lack of water.”
Jaejoong twists to inspect Yunho with observing eyes.
“You’re really a merman, then? I thought… Oh, I don’t know. I thought mermaids or mermen - whatever you call them - don’t exist,” says Jaejoong, making flippant gestures with his right hand.
Yunho snorted. “Well, you’re looking at one.”
Jaejoong’s eyes renew their roving about Yunho’s body.
“Amazing,” comments Jaejoong, edging towards Yunho again. He reaches out to feel the merman, but Yunho splashes enough water with his tail to get Jaejoong retreating back with a cowardly squeal.
“I am not an exhibition for you to touch,” Yunho retorts.
Jaejoong makes a face.
“Why would I want to touch something icky and slimy like you?” he denies, his square jaw held up high just to prove his point.
Internally, he’s dying to stroke Yunho’s wet skin and squeeze those firm muscles.
The blonde shakes his head.
‘What is wrong with me,’ thinks Jaejoong
“Well, now that I’m awake, you can go ahead and leave. Go on. Swim to your other finny friends,” declares Jaejoong.
“It’s not nice to make fun of someone you don’t know,” drawls Yunho, blue eyes flashing dangerously. “You never know what kind of help they can provide you.”
“Ha,” sneers Jaejoong. “As if there’s anything you can assist me with, Jung-sshi. Thanks, but no thanks.”
“Your rent.”
Jaejoong visibly winces. He glances away from Yunho. “What do you know about me, you fishy jerk?”
“Your manager called while you were still unconscious. You’re three months behind rent, Kim Jaejoong-sshi. If you do not pay by the end of this month, you can count your only shelter gone,” enlightens Yunho.
“If you have know, I've got family I can stay with. I don’t need you, so you can just disappear,” replies Jaejoong, all teasing and levity gone.
“On the contrary, from the looks of this apartment, I believe it means you’re running away from your so-called family,” says the merman.
Jaejoong opens his mouth to reject the notion, but stays quiet when the unquestionable truth and shock of Yunho’s words brings him unable to make a comeback.
Yunho had hit a vulnerable part of Jaejoong in mere seconds. His eyes go downcast in defeat.
The merman considers apologizing for his brash statement; nevertheless, he decides against it. Jaejoong’s matters have nothing to do with him, and they shouldn’t affect him either.
“I have a proposition, Kim-sshi. I’m in quite a problematic situation. My legs won’t return to their natural state for another three days, and I need a place to reside in while I wait for that to happen. As of right now, you are the only person besides my father who knows about this trait of mine. It’s too risky for me to travel during this event,” says Yunho.
“…and how will that benefit me? All you’ve done so far is cause me pain. I might as well report you to a museum. At least I’d make money that way,” reacts Jaejoong quietly, still feeling the aftereffects of Yunho’s prior words.
“I’ll pay the debt you owe from rent.”
“Are you kidding me? I can make more from reporting you, you bastard.”
“I am a very powerful man, Kim-sshi. I can destroy you before you attempt anything. Even if you do call the media, I can cover myself, and trust me when I tell you this: If you report me, I will find a way to hide this secret and you will suffer. I strongly suggest you turn away from your ludicrous idea,” threatens Yunho.
Jaejoong swallows a gulp.
“Fine, fine. If you’re so powerful, I don’t get why you have to stay here. Only until you’re back to normal, okay? Then you have to leave no matter what,” Jaejoong complies reluctantly.
TBC...
A/N: Somehow, I feel like Yunho will turn out to be a douchebag in this fic. OTL I take forever to write and I don't have a beta, so the process takes twice as long since I tend to find imperfections everywhere. Spot a mistake? Please do point it out~ Thanks.