expectancy ; jackbum

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"Did you hear the rumors?"

Jaebum looked up from his desk to see a suited man leaning against the doorway--  his buisness friend, Jinyoung. He sauntered in once their eyes met, taking that as some silent invitation to walk right in and sit down across the desk.

"Excuse me?"

Jinyoung poked his tongue out to the corner of his mouth, eyes rolling in an incredulous manner. He acted as if it was obvious, whatever he was speaking about. "You're really that dull, aren't you? There's rumors about you, Bum."

Jaebum straightened up, eyebrows pulling together as his brain wracked for what rumors he could have against himself.

"Your drinking habits, being dragged out of your party drunk, some chick giving you a lap dance at a damn buisness meeting-- they're making you out to be pretty wild. Too bad I know you're not." He chuckled.

Jaebum's mouth went dry, "none of that is true, I would remember."

Jinyoung cocked his eyebrows and pursed his lips slightly, " I dunno, they said you were pretty wasted."

Jaebum sat dumbfounded at the news. How was he supposed to detest if he really had been wasted? How could he say it was false when he couldn't remember? His mind shifted even further-- had he not been alone that night when he woke up with stained sheets? Had his drunken mind blocked out another person in his bed?

"No," he shook his head, "no way, Jin. You go and tell whoever is saying this to stop spreading lies or come see me personally. I'll take care of them."

Jinyoung quieted drastically as he mindlessly played with a massive gold ring on his finger.

"What?" Jaebum felt a nervous prick in his chest at the silence, a faint sweat seeping through his skin.

"Nothing, its just that there's another rumor about you fucking some bartender."

Jaebum audibly choked this time, heart being full on stabbed with shock. "Excuse me? Who the hell said this?"

"There's a lot of evidence against you, man. All I gotta say is, true or not, you got to be more careful. You're one of the most famous men in the whole world, people are going to try and say anything to shoot you down."

With that, the expensive man stood from his chair and sauntered out of the room, leaving Jaebum to think about his alcohol problem, his life, and Jackson.

...

"You look pissed."

Jaebum sat down harshly, fist hitting the counter top too hard as he did so. He surely was a sight to see, his freshly pressed, all black suit hugging his body, hair toussled messily, looking angry and perfect. Dark, devious, sexy.

"Just give me a drink," his voice was low, avoiding eyecontact with the bartender. Usually, Jackson would have smiled and started soft conversation while working on his drink instantly-- but now he just stood there staring. Jaebum looked up with a dark gaze, "I said get me a drink."

Jackson studied the man longer, teeth biting his tongue in his mouth, seeing the mans patience run empty as he stood there motionlessly. Jaebum rasied his eyebrows in disbelief, an alarm going off in his mind. "Why are you just standing there? Do you not know who I am?"