Only for you
“Excuse me; I would like to take that shirt please.”
The staff turned around, a little surprised, greeting the youngest of DBSK before pointing at the shirt behind him. “You mean this shirt?” the man grabbed the hung garment from the metal bar.
“Yes, thank you.” Changmin bowed and turned to leave, but stopped at the timid question behind him. “I-I’m sorry for a-asking, but doesn’t J-jaejoong usually wear these types of clothes?”
Changmin glanced at the shirt around his arm and looked at the staff before laughing nervously.
“Well,” the youngest scratched his head and smiled. “You see…Jaejoong isn’t really fond of these shirts.” Min remembered the incidents as he touched the tiny black buttons on the shirt.
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“What the fuck is THIS?!” a loud shout came from inside one of the dressing stalls.
Everyone in the dressing room jumped. At that moment, the hair stylist decided to snip a little off the bangs of one of the , the make-up artists decided to put a little more dark red lipstick on the host, and one of the errand boys decided to come in with 8 cups of hot coffee fresh from a pot.
The room became instant chaos.
“My hair! You-My hair…cut!” The girl screeched and grabbed at her hair, eyes bulging at the lopsided bangs on her head. It was probably illegal to chase your hair stylists with equipments that he should be using on hair instead.
The make-up artist frantically tried to remove the “long-lasting” lipstick off the angry girl’s face. “You got it all over my face! Get it off NOW.” The host face, who looked beautifully fake under all that make-up, looked more like a washed-out clown. The lipstick really was long-lasting.
The errand boy with the 8 cups of coffee? God rest his soul.
All four boys, who were getting their last pieces of clothing on, quickly darted to the source of the scream.
“What’s wrong?!” they shouted in unison as the red curtains were practically ripped apart by the boys.
Jaejoong was currently fighting with the button-down shirt that he was given for the show.
“Who in their right fucking mind would make a shirt with this many buttons?!” The angry blonde growled before ripping the shirt off him, buttons flying everywhere. “Fuck this!” The boys quickly parted to let the man storm out the stall. Rarely did they ever see their hyung get so angry.
“I-is he going to be alright?” Junsu asked hesitantly from behind Yoochun. Hands clutching subconsciously at the back of the older man’s polo shirt.
“I-I think so.” Yunho replied, watching as one of the staffs cowered from Jaejoong’s menacing glare.
“Just…make sure he doesn’t wear that shirt again, okay?” The four boys nodded at the leader’s command. Wouldn’t want a repeat of this again.
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Too bad it didn’t work out that way.
The next day, they were scheduled to do a photo shoot outside on a breezy fall day. The boys were dressed simple, only wearing a shirt, occasional vest or sweater with a scarf. However, as handsome as he looked, Jaejoong was stuck with the dreaded shirt.
Everything was going fine. Jaejoong was able to button up his shirt with little irritation and start the shooting with the rest.
Until…
“Can you take a little off the top?” The photographer asked the oldest while fixing his lenses.
The blonde silently unbuttoned the first two that he worked so hard buttoning before. The irritation growing as the there were numerous tiny buttons that always slipped his fingers. Jaejoong was about to rip the offending button right off before another pair of hands unbuttoned it for him.
“Here you go!” Changmin smiled brightly at his shocked hyung. Min whispered quietly behind his hands. “Don’t be so angry…hyung.” Jaejoong wanted to grab his baby right there, but Min already moved away, shaking his butt along the progress.
Jaejoong sighed and told himself he wasn’t going to blow up, nope. He’ll be the best damn person throughout this entire day. However…
“What kind of fucking photographer are you?!” Changmin dropped his ice cream and Yoochun spat his drink out a little.
“Button up, Button down, I feel sorry for any girl or guy that you ever have sex with!” With that, the group saw Jaejoong throw the torn up shirt at the cowering photographer and stormed off half naked.
“Changmin! I thought you said you had it under control!” Yunho hissed angrily. “That’s not under control!” The leader pointed a finger at the photographer, who is still lying there as if petrified.
“B-but,” Changmin pouted and lifted the empty cone. “My ice cream…”
The group sighed.
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That night, after Changmin finished from his shower, he strolled to his room with a towel wrapped around his waist, humming a happy tune.
“Yum yum, dinner is almost reeeady.” Min hummed, opening his drawer and pulled out a white buttoned down shirt. As the youngest buttoned up the last button, he tensed when a pair of strong arms circled his waist.
“Oh baby, you looked so sexy today.” Jaejoong whispered, kissing the back of his baby’s neck softly before licking it.
“J-jaejoong…” Min blushed and turned around, giving his hyung his fierce glare and pushed lightly against the tone chest. “No Jaejoong! You were bad today. You aren’t supposed to-,” Changmin gasped as Jaejoong kissed him roughly, flattening him up against the wall behind him.
Jaejoong thrust his tongue inside the willing mouth, tasting and sucking on the pink tongue. “Let’s not talk about today.” The oldest growled and licked his baby’s jaw line, leaving hickey and love bites on the exposed neck. Changmin gasped and tilted his head further, trying to resist and push the man away. “No…Jaejoong.” He whined softly. This only made Jaejoong more hot and continued to lick further…
“What-,” Changmin lifted his half-lidded eyes, glazed over, at his lover in question. “-the fuck are you wearing?” Changmin looked at his hyung and looked down at his shirt. “What, this?” Min pulled at his shirt for emphasis. “Yes. This.” Jaejoong growled and pulled at the shirt roughly, forcing Min to cling unto his lover for support.
“You know how much I hate this shirt, right?” Jaejoong lowered his head to kiss whatever neck space was exposed to him. Changmin pushed lightly against his hyung’s shoulder. “You know you can’t do that next time. You can’t get mad and blow everything out of proportion every time you don’t get what you want.” Changmin whispered seriously, locking Jaejoong’s eyes with his own. Changmin smoothed the blonde hair between his slender fingers before caressing his lover’s checks. “Okay?” Jaejoong blinked before chuckling softly and pulled Min for a kiss, gentle and sweet.
“Okay, but only for you.”
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“So yeah, I will be wearing this today. Is that alright?” Changmin asked politely. The staff immediately shook his head. “N-no it’s quite alright! Please do…”
With a bow, Changmin left the staff with the rest of the clothes for the other DBSK members to wear.
“Hmm…but the rest of the clothes…” The staff muttered and looked down at the other four hanging buttoned down shirts.
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A/N: Wow..this story was mad rushed..><;; gah I'll try to write better next time. Comments and critics are appreciated! ^_^
The staff turned around, a little surprised, greeting the youngest of DBSK before pointing at the shirt behind him. “You mean this shirt?” the man grabbed the hung garment from the metal bar.
“Yes, thank you.” Changmin bowed and turned to leave, but stopped at the timid question behind him. “I-I’m sorry for a-asking, but doesn’t J-jaejoong usually wear these types of clothes?”
Changmin glanced at the shirt around his arm and looked at the staff before laughing nervously.
“Well,” the youngest scratched his head and smiled. “You see…Jaejoong isn’t really fond of these shirts.” Min remembered the incidents as he touched the tiny black buttons on the shirt.
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“What the fuck is THIS?!” a loud shout came from inside one of the dressing stalls.
Everyone in the dressing room jumped. At that moment, the hair stylist decided to snip a little off the bangs of one of the , the make-up artists decided to put a little more dark red lipstick on the host, and one of the errand boys decided to come in with 8 cups of hot coffee fresh from a pot.
The room became instant chaos.
“My hair! You-My hair…cut!” The girl screeched and grabbed at her hair, eyes bulging at the lopsided bangs on her head. It was probably illegal to chase your hair stylists with equipments that he should be using on hair instead.
The make-up artist frantically tried to remove the “long-lasting” lipstick off the angry girl’s face. “You got it all over my face! Get it off NOW.” The host face, who looked beautifully fake under all that make-up, looked more like a washed-out clown. The lipstick really was long-lasting.
The errand boy with the 8 cups of coffee? God rest his soul.
All four boys, who were getting their last pieces of clothing on, quickly darted to the source of the scream.
“What’s wrong?!” they shouted in unison as the red curtains were practically ripped apart by the boys.
Jaejoong was currently fighting with the button-down shirt that he was given for the show.
“Who in their right fucking mind would make a shirt with this many buttons?!” The angry blonde growled before ripping the shirt off him, buttons flying everywhere. “Fuck this!” The boys quickly parted to let the man storm out the stall. Rarely did they ever see their hyung get so angry.
“I-is he going to be alright?” Junsu asked hesitantly from behind Yoochun. Hands clutching subconsciously at the back of the older man’s polo shirt.
“I-I think so.” Yunho replied, watching as one of the staffs cowered from Jaejoong’s menacing glare.
“Just…make sure he doesn’t wear that shirt again, okay?” The four boys nodded at the leader’s command. Wouldn’t want a repeat of this again.
-------------------
Too bad it didn’t work out that way.
The next day, they were scheduled to do a photo shoot outside on a breezy fall day. The boys were dressed simple, only wearing a shirt, occasional vest or sweater with a scarf. However, as handsome as he looked, Jaejoong was stuck with the dreaded shirt.
Everything was going fine. Jaejoong was able to button up his shirt with little irritation and start the shooting with the rest.
Until…
“Can you take a little off the top?” The photographer asked the oldest while fixing his lenses.
The blonde silently unbuttoned the first two that he worked so hard buttoning before. The irritation growing as the there were numerous tiny buttons that always slipped his fingers. Jaejoong was about to rip the offending button right off before another pair of hands unbuttoned it for him.
“Here you go!” Changmin smiled brightly at his shocked hyung. Min whispered quietly behind his hands. “Don’t be so angry…hyung.” Jaejoong wanted to grab his baby right there, but Min already moved away, shaking his butt along the progress.
Jaejoong sighed and told himself he wasn’t going to blow up, nope. He’ll be the best damn person throughout this entire day. However…
“What kind of fucking photographer are you?!” Changmin dropped his ice cream and Yoochun spat his drink out a little.
“Button up, Button down, I feel sorry for any girl or guy that you ever have sex with!” With that, the group saw Jaejoong throw the torn up shirt at the cowering photographer and stormed off half naked.
“Changmin! I thought you said you had it under control!” Yunho hissed angrily. “That’s not under control!” The leader pointed a finger at the photographer, who is still lying there as if petrified.
“B-but,” Changmin pouted and lifted the empty cone. “My ice cream…”
The group sighed.
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That night, after Changmin finished from his shower, he strolled to his room with a towel wrapped around his waist, humming a happy tune.
“Yum yum, dinner is almost reeeady.” Min hummed, opening his drawer and pulled out a white buttoned down shirt. As the youngest buttoned up the last button, he tensed when a pair of strong arms circled his waist.
“Oh baby, you looked so sexy today.” Jaejoong whispered, kissing the back of his baby’s neck softly before licking it.
“J-jaejoong…” Min blushed and turned around, giving his hyung his fierce glare and pushed lightly against the tone chest. “No Jaejoong! You were bad today. You aren’t supposed to-,” Changmin gasped as Jaejoong kissed him roughly, flattening him up against the wall behind him.
Jaejoong thrust his tongue inside the willing mouth, tasting and sucking on the pink tongue. “Let’s not talk about today.” The oldest growled and licked his baby’s jaw line, leaving hickey and love bites on the exposed neck. Changmin gasped and tilted his head further, trying to resist and push the man away. “No…Jaejoong.” He whined softly. This only made Jaejoong more hot and continued to lick further…
“What-,” Changmin lifted his half-lidded eyes, glazed over, at his lover in question. “-the fuck are you wearing?” Changmin looked at his hyung and looked down at his shirt. “What, this?” Min pulled at his shirt for emphasis. “Yes. This.” Jaejoong growled and pulled at the shirt roughly, forcing Min to cling unto his lover for support.
“You know how much I hate this shirt, right?” Jaejoong lowered his head to kiss whatever neck space was exposed to him. Changmin pushed lightly against his hyung’s shoulder. “You know you can’t do that next time. You can’t get mad and blow everything out of proportion every time you don’t get what you want.” Changmin whispered seriously, locking Jaejoong’s eyes with his own. Changmin smoothed the blonde hair between his slender fingers before caressing his lover’s checks. “Okay?” Jaejoong blinked before chuckling softly and pulled Min for a kiss, gentle and sweet.
“Okay, but only for you.”
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“So yeah, I will be wearing this today. Is that alright?” Changmin asked politely. The staff immediately shook his head. “N-no it’s quite alright! Please do…”
With a bow, Changmin left the staff with the rest of the clothes for the other DBSK members to wear.
“Hmm…but the rest of the clothes…” The staff muttered and looked down at the other four hanging buttoned down shirts.
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A/N: Wow..this story was mad rushed..><;; gah I'll try to write better next time. Comments and critics are appreciated! ^_^