[Fic] Boîte Au Trésor
Title: Boîte Au Trésor
Length: 2/X
Author: dellyrin
Pairing: MinSu / eventual YooSu / I will end up fitting YunJae in somewhere. xD
Beta-ed by: akioflove**
Rating: PG (for now?)
Summary:
Before I begin, this was inspired from the anime "Antique Bakery". But no, plot is different. xD
Junsu, a 19 year old boy, is an apprentice patisser at a small shop he runs together with his grandfather. Besides Changmin, his best friend and someone he holds close to his heart, he loves sweets and enjoy making little pastries and desserts. No one really paid attention to their little shop, at least not until Yoochun, the proud young CEO of Park Group Hotels, came along with a mission to gather Korea's best patissers and bring them into his hotels' restaurants.
Junsu begins to see beyond Yoochun's cold extirior and Yoochun learns to open up to Junsu. Before they even realise it, they have completely fallen head over heels in love with each other. But they'll find out soon enough, "happy ever after" comes with a price....
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Yoochun cursed silently as he walked through the drizzle. He could feel his hair sticking to his face as the raindrops found their way through his raven locks and his right cheek heated up as the cell phone pressed against the side of his face continued to ring.
“Hello?”
“I thought you were never going to pick up my call, Manager Lee.”
The voice at the other end let out a chuckle and replied his voice obviously scandalized.
“Why wouldn’t I pick up your calls, Sir?
“Well, I’ll have you know I’m catching a cold whilst talking to you and if you don’t send a car here within the next ten minutes, I might consider sending you to our Jeju Island branch instead.”
The young CEO chuckled as he imagined Manager Lee’s face wrinkling up in disgust.
“Very well, Sir. We’ll be there in ten minutes.”
Yoochun sighed and snapped the phone shut before slipping it into his right pocket. He exhaled as he fixed his gaze on his moving feet, one placing itself ahead of the other as he walked towards the meeting place.
Unconsciously, he turned back to look at Trésor’s sign and smiled when Junsu’s face surfaced in his head.
“Junsu….”
Yoochun mouthed that sweet name and found the corners of his lips slowly turning upwards.
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His eyelids twitched slightly as he glanced at the clock before making his way up the wooden stairs.
A quarter to nine.
Junsu pouted as his legs moved by themselves, the stairs groaning slightly under his weight. Rubbing his tired eyes, he stifled a yawn and then suddenly stopped in mid-step.
He couldn’t get Yoochun out of his head. The young patisser withdrew the name card from his trouser pocket and ran his thumb over the gold print of Yoochun’s name. Some how, he knew Yoochun wasn’t as cold as he portrayed himself to be. He had a mysterious aura surrounding him that drew people to him, making them want to know more about him, to get closer to him. If it wasn’t for his initial coldness, Junsu would have loved to make friends with Yoochun.
Then again, Junsu loved making friends with almost anyone.
The tired boy sighed as he placed the card back into his pocket and continued his journey up the seemingly impossible flight of stairs.
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Home was a three bedroom apartment just above Trésor and it had everything Junsu could ask for.
His cook books were arranged in neat rows on the inbuilt shelf his grandfather had built for him and his laptop sat on the small table opposite his bed. The small cork board just above his table had recipes he wanted to try out pinned onto it as well as a picture of him and another boy with their arms over each other’s shoulders. Both boys in the picture were grinning from ear to ear against a white background, their cheeks pink from the cold but they obviously loved each others’ company.
Junsu smiled at the picture as he stroked the small pink cheeks of the other boy.
“Missing me already?”
A warm familiar voice reached Junsu’s ears and he whipped his head around to find the face he came to love. He reached out his hands, the tall body covered his easily and Junsu rested his head on the broad shoulders.
“Changmin ah! When did you get back? And how did you get in? I thought Grandpa locked the front door!”
The taller boy grinned and planted a chaste kiss on Junsu’s cheek.
“About 2 hours ago and I have my ways,” Changmin pulled back and gave Junsu a cheeky grin before pulling the shorter boy back into his embrace. He’d been away from Korea for only 6 months but it felt like a really long time. Nestling his face in Junsu’s hair, Changmin breathed in the familiar scent and sighed in satisfaction.
“It’s so good to be back. Back in Korea, back here… Back with you…”
Junsu smiled into Changmin’s sweater and raised his lips to meet the taller boy’s.
“Welcome back…”
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A/N: Wow. Exams sure took a helluva long time. And I changed the layout. I got bored with the old one. Let me know if you like the layout! And if it's easy on the eyes etc. Of course, lol, lemme know if you like the fic too!! :DDD <3333