[SJ] coup d'état, pg-13, kyuwook

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spur of the moment writing inspired by this and this:



coup d'état, gen (kyuwook), pg-13, 650 words
au. there's a power reversal in the works.

The fucking son of one of the State Council ministers, he's just like every other spoiled rich brat living off his father's money. They say he's in school, a business major, and that he's smart, but you've only ever seen him in the tabloids, splashed across the front covers of magazines with his brand-name shades and that cocky tilt of his head. Premieres and parties seem to fill his schedule, always side-by-side with people like Kim Heechul, the wastrel of a celebrity he is. With friends like that, could he be anything but exactly what he seems? Look at him, soaking up the paparazzi attention with that cold expression, too good for the masses, his hair so artfully tousled as he climbs into his Mercedes behind a wall of muscled security. At least he doesn't blow a kiss to the crowd like Heechul does. It's disgusting, the way the media salivates after him. After that whole group.

At least Choi Siwon works. Son and heir to the president of Korea's largest company, he's well within the cradle of the ostentatiously luxurious lifestyle. But at least he has a job, working with his father and seducing the clientele with charm and champagne. At least he does more than spend his days and nights making headlines and entertainment news clips. It's more than you can say for him.

Insufferable. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth and wasting it away with late nights of clubbing and drinking and who knows what else. Throwing money around like water, like the cuff links tucked into his Armani shirt aren't worth thousands, to say nothing of that silver watch.

Still, you're not blind. He's gorgeous. He's made for the camera and the lights, with that pale column of throat and the long, tapered lines of his body. The pink bow of his lips practically invite kisses. You'd like to use your teeth, maybe, turn them red and swollen. Strip that too cool expression off his face, knock him off that high horse, and make him flush all warm and human. Show him that all that money means nothing when it comes to taking the upper hand in situations like this. Power is not just about who you can pay off. Not if you could get our hands on him, on that throat bared by his shirt. You'd tug off the hideously expensive tie, made of silk and tears of unicorns, tug open those buttons, slide your hands over some bare skin--

Yeah. You could make him lose that veneer of self-assured confidence that came inborn to those with old money.

Old money. The concept revolts you. But you play the game because that's what you do when you sit down at the table and get dealt your cards. You're new money and you know it's not the same, not in their eyes. You know he wouldn't even bother looking your way. At least not without some unspoken contempt lurking in his eyes, weighing you and finding you lacking, dismissing you. But that's fine. You don't need him to like you.

You grip the steering wheel a little tighter and narrow your eyes. You know where you're going; you've got a destination in mind.

You're going to go play with the big boys now.

Eunhyuk told you to be careful. You don't bother telling him that playing it safe gets you nowhere. He should know by now. It wasn't by playing it safe that got you here, in your Audi, pulling up outside the most expensive lounge in Seoul with a pack of photographers swarming in.

You step out of your car and toss your keys to the valet, straighten your jacket.

Inside, Choi Siwon is entertaining his clients. Kim Heechul is probably being his usual prima donna self.

And Cho Kyuhyun is about to get upstaged.

Kim Ryeowook is in the house.

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2011.03.15