I'm A Good Excuse to Be a Bad Influence on You: {(A Yunho/Jaejoong Love Triangle FanFic)}

[[After working hard to get into the SM Entertainment Goliath-of-an-entertainment industry, Lilly Monique finally managed to break through and become a successful dancer. What band is she assigned to dance for? Tohoshinki. After barely a year of training for this very moment, can Lilly finally grasp her dream? What if getting her dream also traps her into a love triangle? Find out in this week's chapter of
"I'm A Good Excuse to Be a Bad Influence on You." Title inspired from the lyrics of Pink's "Bad Influence."]]

Deep, ragged breaths echoed off the sky blue walls. The room was dark; lonesome. A frail figure lay struggling to and fro under a bundle of sheets on the canopy bed in the middle of the room. She was slightly curvy and had an ever-so-faint tan, a rare site in Seoul, S. Korea for women. Her mahogany hair was matted atop of her sweaty forehead; her hands wrestling with the corner of the sheets. A sharp scream erupted from her throat and she shot up, green hues adjusting to the room. Her breathing spiked in speed for a moment, but slowly smoothed itself out. She collapsed back on to the bed and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "I can't keep doing this to myself. There's nothing to fret over." She rolled over onto her side, but didn't go to sleep. She stared blankly at the wall a few feet off.

Four hours later, an alarm clock blares and the girl startles awake again. She moans and slings the alarm clock against the wall. She never really was a morning person. Her blood pressure and sugar didn't like her too well if she woke up early. Fighting the urge to sleep, the girl pushed off her sheets and dropped her feet to the white carpeted floor. Her endowment could be seen more apparently because of her white tank top, which had a thicker black wife beater underneath, and fitted black Capri sweats, which all equally flattered her figure. She stood up and stretched; a few places popping in disagreement. After heading towards the kitchen, she pushed the 'play' button on her answering machine.

"Lills! I heard you're dancing with TVXQ! THAT'S AMAZING! You have to send me pictures!" The message pauses and a shuffling noise is heard. "I have pictures of my new boyfriend. You'll have to meet him! Oh, and I hope you haven't forgotten to speak English, what with you studying Korean every day. If you have, just call and I'll re-teach you! Well, if you can even understand-." The message ended, and another one began playing. "Sorry, Lilly. Guess I talk too much. Well, I'll let you go so you can become famous and such. Don't forget us little people!" Lilly laughed and waited for the next message to play. This time a much more masculine voice graced the phone, and this time spoke in Korean.

"Lilly Monique? I hope this is your answering machine. This is Jung Yunho from TVXQ." Lilly made an audible squeak, either from excitement or grief. "We will be having dance practice at eight o'clock sharp, so please be there on time. I'm sorry we couldn't meet in a more cordial manner, but you must be looking forward to this from how great I've heard you to be. I can't wait-." Again, the machine cut off the message. Lilly waited impatiently for the message to continue. "Sorry, Lilly. You need to fix your machine. Anyways, try to be on time please. Since it's 6:04 right now, I hope you'll wake up soon so you can be up and alert for today. I'll see you soon. It'll be interesting to see an American who can actually dance." His chuckle was slightly audible as the message ended. Lilly rolled her eyes at the tease. If they were going to start out pestering her about her nationality, this was definitely going to be a hard week.

That being the last message, Lilly glanced over at the clock. The funky gear clock (.) posted up next to her fridge read 7:20 a.m. Good, that leaves enough time to eat a quick meal and sprint to practice. After running into the bathroom to do her make-up, pull her hair into a high-but-loose ponytail, straightening her side bangs and any strays, munching down a bowl of cereal, and putting on a pair of black and white striped knee-high socks and black high-tops and a hot pink knitted hat, Lilly headed out of her recently-purchased apartment. She made her way down the two flights of stairs and outside to the streets of Seoul. The air was different in Seoul then the musky New York smog she was used to breathing; somewhat heavier, but oddly cleaner. Around her, people rushed by to work and such, some noticing the American and others not caring. Plugging in a bright pair of hot pink ear buds and turning up her iTouch to keep out the hustling and bustling of the city folk from her head, Lilly began her jog to practice. For some reason, they chose to do it in a quaint, little dance studio about two miles away; reason one Lilly brought a hot pink drawstring backpack filled with nourishments.

After dodging several hundred civilians, Lilly managed to find the studio. Since she 'accidentally' barged into two other studios, she only had two and a half minutes to make it whatever security they had and into the room. Once she opened the front door, Lilly was met by a tall, broad-shouldered man of about 42-years of age.

"Can I help you, Miss?" he asked quizzically, giving her a 'What the eff do you think you're doing?' look.

"Just reporting to practice," she murmured, keeping her eyes focused behind and beyond the man and down the hallway that he protected.

"ID then, please."

"Um…do you have a checklist or something? I was supposed to get that today, but…" Aggh, of all the days to forget how to say 'I forgot' in Korean… "My name is Lilly Monique. I was suppos-"

"Ahh, Lilly-ssi! Welcome, welcome!" a high-pitched shrieking greeted. Lilly stretched behind the guard to see a boy with a brownish-red hair color. He was also wearing a white tank top, but had on mustard yellow sweats instead and donned a pair of white sneakers. If she wasn't mistaken, this was Xiah Junsu from the pictures (and pure online stalking she conducted) she was shown a few months ago. He had the same facial structure as the lad she had seen earlier, but his hair color had been a bit browner.

"Junsu-ssi?" She blinked hard, struggling with focusing from all the running and angling her body around the guard. The man moved out of her way, and she advanced to Junsu. Both shook hands and grinned.

"It's great to finally meet you! You're so pretty!" he cheered, grabbing her into a quick one-armed hug. He was being very informal for a Korean, but Lilly liked it this way. For some reason, Junsu felt like a close friend…

"You-You too. And thank you," she said while dipping her head a little to bow. "I'm kind of nervous about today. I'm not for sure about how well I'll do today. I haven't learned the routine."

"Ah, don't worry about it. None of us have even seen the routine. You'll do just fine!" he grinned and gave her a light, friendly pat twice on the cheek. "Now, come one. We've got a practice to…practice!"

Lilly laughed and followed Junsu down the hallway. The walls were bold and brightly colored, which appealed greatly to Lilly. As the neared the last room on the right, Lilly could hear TVXQ's newest hit, "Hey! Don't Bring Me Down!" riveting from a speaker deeper into the room. After entering the room, it was clear that they actually hadn't been dancing, but simply hanging around like they were waiting for
something.

"WOOO! She's here!" everyone yelled in unison. There were males all over the place; not a single female in site. Apparently, they were happy to feel the slightest bit of estrogen mist the air. That and they probably weren't used to Americans waltzing in every day.

"Heyyy. It's nice to finally meet you," a deep, husky voice offered. It came from a boy in a black t-shirt, white zip-up jacket, white sweats and black sneakers. He had his hood over his black hair, but only the side sweeping bangs were visible.

"Yoochun! I already said that! Quit copying me!" Junsu whined.

"Stop nagging!" Yoochun groaned. Junsu playfully pushed Yoochun's shoulder, and Yoochun punched lightly back at him. The two went off to another part of the room to bicker, leaving you with three other guys. You didn't really notice this though; you were too busy laughing at Junsu and Yoochun.

A voice broke into your 'concentration'. "I've already kind of spoken to you before, I think," spoke a familiar voice. Lilly whipped her head around to see none other than who he claimed to be; U-know Yunho. His picture, along with the others, really did do them justice besides the change in hair. The last picture she had seen of Yunho was when he had shoulder-length hair. Actually, the only updated pictures she had was of Junsu; he liked to keep her updated with his new and fashionable "charismatic \looks". His hair had been cut a lot shorter since the picture was taken, but it looked really good on him. She blushed slightly at this though, but continued to quickly look him over. He wore a black wife beater and dark brown cargo shorts. He wore black high-tops, a style preferred especially by Lilly. His arms were really muscular and toned, along with all the other boys who wore tanks or wife beaters. Lilly was going to really enjoy today after all. Besides looks (and after hearing his voice a bit longer than the others), Lilly could tell he had an assuredness about him, or a dominance to the others. He was subconsciously extending this sort of aura towards her, but she didn't falter to it. She liked to be in charge of at least herself, if nothing else. Besides his extreme testosterone levels, a kindness reflected behind his eyes. Almost like a sympathetic understanding, but not really. It was hard to tag down…

After finishing looking him over, Lilly looked up in time to see Yunho look her over and blush deeply when he met her eyes. The blush was slightly hard to see due to his tan face, but it was cute in a way. "Well," Yunho paused for a moment, trying to gather himself enough to save face, but the next guy beat him to speaking.

"I'm Youngwoong Jaejoong, but you probably already knew that because of amazingly good looks." The dark-haired male grinned. Yes, she did remember the feminine-looking one. Actually, they were all the characteristic 'pretty boys', but this one made the cake AND ate it. His complexion was soft and inviting, but his eyes read quite the likewise. He seemed…distant, like he wasn't truly there, but again his voice also read quite the likewise. He seemed too complicated to decipher right now. Besides his good looks, he had a nice body too. You could see his chiseled torso through the back tank top he wore as well as his buff biceps. He wore black cargos as well, and topped it all off with white high-tops. He, too, didn't look anything like his picture. His has blonde hair in the picture, but had black now. Also, the cut was different. He had more of an angle in his bangs now then he did then. Yunho threw him an elbow, but Jaejoong merely laughed.

"And I'm Max Changmin," muttered a softer voice. Lilly had to do a double-take to realize who this was. Changmin? The guy in the picture that she had seen had long, brown hair, which managed to make him look Native American. Lilly had secretly hoped that he was Native American so she could relate with someone; she herself was ¼ Cherokee. Changmin wore a maroon wife beater and black sweats with a pair of white sneakers. He spoke shyly, but a fun-loving side could be seen through his deep brown eyes. They each had gorgeous eyes, but she could read Changmin's better for some reason.

"I'm Lillian Monique," she replied. Everyone immediately looked at her when she spoke, including the two goofing off. Woops, wrong language. "Sorry! I'm Lillian Monique, but you can call me Lilly, Lills, Ills, Illie, or anything else you might want to call me." She waited for someone to speak up, but they just kept staring at her.

"Why does her accent sound so strange?" someone spoke.

"Yeah, it's funny. Like, it just doesn't sound right. Isn't she from New York?"

Lilly blushed deeply, causing Yoochun to smile at her embarrassment.

"Guys, leave her alone. Didn't you read her resume? Sure, she lived in New York, but she was originally from Kentucky. And it sounds cute." Yunho winked and wrapped his left arm around her shoulder. Lilly's blush deepened, causing the guys to laugh at her.

Lilly nudged Yunho's arm off of her shoulders and turned to face him. He looked a little hurt by her action, but you could tell he'd been laughing at her too along with the others. "Aren't we supposed to be practicing or something? I didn't leave home, learn Korean, and live on my own for the past year or so to just be made fun of," she grumbled, angering blazing through her eyes.

"O-Okay. Come one guys, before she throws a PMS fit on us." Yunho smiled and waved the guys over towards the front of the room, leaving Lilly to throw a silent fit. She quickly gathered herself and followed behind him. Maybe she wouldn't like today?