The Prince and The Pauper
Title: The Prince and The Pauper
Pairing: JaeChun
Genre: Romance
Length: One-shot
Disclaimer: I don't own DBSK, and both will always be a prince to me :)
A/N: Limousine and Overpriced Clothes is a sequel to this fic :)
27.10.10 | Prince and the Pauper
Jaejoong stared at the two shirts in front of him, one was white and the other was blue. He had always had a difficulty to choose between those two favorite colors of his, but Yunho, his older brother, would definitely be upset if he bought both same styled shirt just because he likes both color. Jaejoong sighed as he tried to remember how many white shirts he owned in comparison to the blue one and failed. There were too many clothes of those colors in his closet, but adding another one on his collection wont hurt anyone. Jaejoong looked around the prestigious shop again and decided none of the other design suits him as well as the two shirts before him. Now what should he do?
Yoochun watched the gorgeous man as he leaned on the cashier counter. “Look at that guy,” he pointed at Jaejoong with his chin as the man dialed a number on his phone. “He must be freaking rich to be able to look so good. God, look at that smooth skin. The silky dyed brown hair. The muscles, omo, he’s too gorgeous!”
Junsu who wasn’t paying attention earlier looked up from the magazine he was reading. “He’s not my type, you go get him,” he said as he went back to the magazine.
“How could an angel like that not be your type, Su?” Yoochun scoffed.
“I like normal guys, kay? He must be a spoiled brat judging by the way he shops. Look at that tall guy behind him carrying his shopping bags, well that is gorgeous. Him? No thanks,” Junsu said without looking up.
Yoochun had to admit the bodyguard is handsome, but he liked the angelic guy more. Seeing the guy was done with his call and continued to stare at the shirts, Yoochun made a way to rescue the charming prince. “May I help you, Sir?” he said as he approached the angelic guy.
“Can you give me a fashion advice?” the guy asked, pointing at the two shirts that were laid out in front of him.
“That is my job, Sir.” Yoochun displayed his most charming smile, hoping the guy would fell for him. “Your pale skin would look so much better with a brighter color, may I suggest this baby pink shirt?”
Jaejoong looked at the pink shirt offered to him then to the gorgeous man who offered it to him. The guy was simply gorgeous, with manly yet tender aura, and his nametag reads Yoochun. Jaejoong fell for the man almost immediately. “Changmin, go wait for me at the car, okay?” he told his tall bodyguard and turned back to Yoochun. “I’m not such a fan of pink, you know.”
“I can see that,” Yoochun chuckled seeing the baby blue long sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans Jaejoong was wearing, “but trying out new things will never hurt, Sir.” Yoochun stepped closer to Jaejoong, their arms brushing, and positioned the pink shirt in front of Jaejoong.
Jaejoong had to admit the reflection in the mirror looked good so he gave up and tried the shirt. Jaejoong with the baby pink shirt does look good and Yoochun fell for him even more. “Not bad, Yoochun,” Jaejoong said. “I’ll take this one then, thank you.” Yoochun smiled at the sound of his name and wrapped the shirt. Junsu stared at him in disbelief, shook his head, and disappeared to the storage room. Jaejoong gave Yoochun his card and waited as Yoochun processed his card. “My name is Jaejoong by the way,” he continued as he leaned his body forward to the cashier counter table, supporting his weight with his elbow. Yoochun looked up in surprise at the man, he didn’t expect Jaejoong to fall for him, let alone flirt. “I think it’s not fair if I know your name but you don’t know mine.”
“Jaejoong-sshi,” Yoochun repeated.
“Just Jaejoong,” he put on a gorgeous smile that made the man standing across him caught his breath. Yoochun noticed how Jaejoong was satisfied at his reaction and decided to flirt back.
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun repeated again with a smile as he leaned closer and handed Jaejoong his card. Jaejoong took the hand offered to him and didn’t let go. He even leaned closer that his breath fell on the side of Yoochun’s lips. Yoochun shivered at the touch and closed his eyes in defeat. Jaejoong, seeing that as a positive sign, closed the distance between them with a soft passionate kiss. It was short, but enough to melt Yoochun. Jaejoong pulled away and pecked Yoochun on the cheeks.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Yoochun. I might need help in the fitting room,” Jaejoong winked as he walked away to the black shiny Mercedes waiting in front of the shop. Yoochun watched him until the car was out of sight and squealed before barging into the storage room to tell his best friend everything. He decided that nothing could ruin his mood for the rest of the week.
Pairing: JaeChun
Genre: Romance
Length: One-shot
Disclaimer: I don't own DBSK, and both will always be a prince to me :)
A/N: Limousine and Overpriced Clothes is a sequel to this fic :)
27.10.10 | Prince and the Pauper
Jaejoong stared at the two shirts in front of him, one was white and the other was blue. He had always had a difficulty to choose between those two favorite colors of his, but Yunho, his older brother, would definitely be upset if he bought both same styled shirt just because he likes both color. Jaejoong sighed as he tried to remember how many white shirts he owned in comparison to the blue one and failed. There were too many clothes of those colors in his closet, but adding another one on his collection wont hurt anyone. Jaejoong looked around the prestigious shop again and decided none of the other design suits him as well as the two shirts before him. Now what should he do?
Yoochun watched the gorgeous man as he leaned on the cashier counter. “Look at that guy,” he pointed at Jaejoong with his chin as the man dialed a number on his phone. “He must be freaking rich to be able to look so good. God, look at that smooth skin. The silky dyed brown hair. The muscles, omo, he’s too gorgeous!”
Junsu who wasn’t paying attention earlier looked up from the magazine he was reading. “He’s not my type, you go get him,” he said as he went back to the magazine.
“How could an angel like that not be your type, Su?” Yoochun scoffed.
“I like normal guys, kay? He must be a spoiled brat judging by the way he shops. Look at that tall guy behind him carrying his shopping bags, well that is gorgeous. Him? No thanks,” Junsu said without looking up.
Yoochun had to admit the bodyguard is handsome, but he liked the angelic guy more. Seeing the guy was done with his call and continued to stare at the shirts, Yoochun made a way to rescue the charming prince. “May I help you, Sir?” he said as he approached the angelic guy.
“Can you give me a fashion advice?” the guy asked, pointing at the two shirts that were laid out in front of him.
“That is my job, Sir.” Yoochun displayed his most charming smile, hoping the guy would fell for him. “Your pale skin would look so much better with a brighter color, may I suggest this baby pink shirt?”
Jaejoong looked at the pink shirt offered to him then to the gorgeous man who offered it to him. The guy was simply gorgeous, with manly yet tender aura, and his nametag reads Yoochun. Jaejoong fell for the man almost immediately. “Changmin, go wait for me at the car, okay?” he told his tall bodyguard and turned back to Yoochun. “I’m not such a fan of pink, you know.”
“I can see that,” Yoochun chuckled seeing the baby blue long sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans Jaejoong was wearing, “but trying out new things will never hurt, Sir.” Yoochun stepped closer to Jaejoong, their arms brushing, and positioned the pink shirt in front of Jaejoong.
Jaejoong had to admit the reflection in the mirror looked good so he gave up and tried the shirt. Jaejoong with the baby pink shirt does look good and Yoochun fell for him even more. “Not bad, Yoochun,” Jaejoong said. “I’ll take this one then, thank you.” Yoochun smiled at the sound of his name and wrapped the shirt. Junsu stared at him in disbelief, shook his head, and disappeared to the storage room. Jaejoong gave Yoochun his card and waited as Yoochun processed his card. “My name is Jaejoong by the way,” he continued as he leaned his body forward to the cashier counter table, supporting his weight with his elbow. Yoochun looked up in surprise at the man, he didn’t expect Jaejoong to fall for him, let alone flirt. “I think it’s not fair if I know your name but you don’t know mine.”
“Jaejoong-sshi,” Yoochun repeated.
“Just Jaejoong,” he put on a gorgeous smile that made the man standing across him caught his breath. Yoochun noticed how Jaejoong was satisfied at his reaction and decided to flirt back.
“Jaejoong,” Yoochun repeated again with a smile as he leaned closer and handed Jaejoong his card. Jaejoong took the hand offered to him and didn’t let go. He even leaned closer that his breath fell on the side of Yoochun’s lips. Yoochun shivered at the touch and closed his eyes in defeat. Jaejoong, seeing that as a positive sign, closed the distance between them with a soft passionate kiss. It was short, but enough to melt Yoochun. Jaejoong pulled away and pecked Yoochun on the cheeks.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Yoochun. I might need help in the fitting room,” Jaejoong winked as he walked away to the black shiny Mercedes waiting in front of the shop. Yoochun watched him until the car was out of sight and squealed before barging into the storage room to tell his best friend everything. He decided that nothing could ruin his mood for the rest of the week.