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title: une nuit
pairing: yunho/jaejoong
rating: pg
length: oneshot
genre: romance
summary: jaejoong meets a stranger at a cafe.
a/n: this was originally going to be chaptered. i'm sorry i left you hanging but i have no interest in the story anymore!
Jaejoong looked up as an orange haze fell over the Parisian sky. It was sunset and he was tired. He had been walking all day exploring the city, watching the people, trying to figure out where they were going, what they were doing- more importantly what they were saying. He hadn’t met anyone that spoke Korean or English since he had been there. In Seoul, it was different. The city which he came from wasn't really formal with its language. It was too fast, too rushed. In Paris, people took it easy, taking care to explain, question, discuss, to which he coveted.
He sipped on his coffee, still gazing into the sky while streaks of pink started to form. He didn’t know why he was drinking coffee but he didn’t want to sleep soon. He fiddled with a flyer about some bars around Paris, different bars. But between the combination of booze and coffee, he thought it’d be best just to sit there in the café and wait until the sun had completely settled before he made a decision.
It was noisy in the café. And full, similar to the ones he’d seen back home. The chair in front of him at his table was empty and he had only hoped that no one would snag it before he left. It was the only seat in the place available and he wanted to be left alone to think.
He lit up a cigarette and let the smoke linger in his mouth before inhaling. While he exhaled out his nostrils, the swirls of smoke clouding over his half-eaten scone, he heard a voice.
“Excusez-moi?”
Jaejoong looked up at the man from which the voice came from. He tensed, as he found the man attractive.
“Uh, may I sit here? S'il vous plait-“
“Oh, I don’t speak French,” he chuckled, regretting wanting to be alone quickly, exhaling smoke again.
“Have a seat.”
The man let out a sigh in relief and set his bag beneath the table under them and beckoned for a waiter. Jaejoong scanned the man carefully. He saw buttons of different flags and languages on the bag he plopped down as he sunk back in his seat. His short dark hair carefully combed back, his green US Army jacket looked as if it had traveled more miles in between them. He eyed the man’s hands which looked strong, contrasting against his own, as they leafed through a leather wallet looking for cash.
“So where you from? I’m Yunho, by the way.” the man asked, his accent sounding only slightly familiar.
“Jaejoong. I’m from Seoul.” He paused. “What about you?”
“New York. I’m actually here backpacking across Europe, that sort of thing. Having sort of a quarter-life crisis trying to discover myself. I had a bunch of money, so I said ‘why not?’ Plus, Paris is nice this time of year. It’s not too hot. What about you?”
Jaejoong tensed again then looked up from his cigarette he was fiddling with and replied, “I’m just on a trip, you know. I go to college in the city so I took a semester out to visit-. “He cleared his throat, “you know, and study.”
Jaejoong lied. He had been cut off without a dime from his mother, the owner of a hotel in Seoul. He was set for life, until one of the housekeepers close to his family walked in on him with another man- checked in under a pseudonym. Rumors swirled and soon his mother found out. Embarrassed, she kicked him out of the mansion they earned after his dad died. He decided to go to France to start over, living off the last of the money his mother didn’t scrape from him. He had been there a little less than a month, 26 days to be exact.
Jaejoong had always known that he was gay and never knew why his mother was so surprised. Perhaps it was, the way that she found out. Either way, he was in Paris now. He wanted a new life, besides he felt strange at twenty-two still living with his family. His sister also lived there but she was actually attending school and was only nineteen.
“Well, since you let me sit here, I should buy you a drink,” Yunho said in between bites of the piece of cake he ordered. “To self-discovery and your studies- unless you have somewhere to be. I know I have somewhere to be tomorrow morning. I’m off to Switzerland.”
Jaejoong quickly looked up at Yunho, their eyes meeting. “Well, ah, I don’t really have anything to do later anyways. We can get something.”
Jaejoong thought carefully about Yunho's offer. However, Yunho's inviting eyes and smile led a nod in his direction. He felt his cheeks blush red and hoped it didn't show under the dim lighting.
Yunho flashed a smile and beckoned for the waiter again. He asked for the check, and they left the café off to the bar beneath a purple sky.
pairing: yunho/jaejoong
rating: pg
length: oneshot
genre: romance
summary: jaejoong meets a stranger at a cafe.
a/n: this was originally going to be chaptered. i'm sorry i left you hanging but i have no interest in the story anymore!
Jaejoong looked up as an orange haze fell over the Parisian sky. It was sunset and he was tired. He had been walking all day exploring the city, watching the people, trying to figure out where they were going, what they were doing- more importantly what they were saying. He hadn’t met anyone that spoke Korean or English since he had been there. In Seoul, it was different. The city which he came from wasn't really formal with its language. It was too fast, too rushed. In Paris, people took it easy, taking care to explain, question, discuss, to which he coveted.
He sipped on his coffee, still gazing into the sky while streaks of pink started to form. He didn’t know why he was drinking coffee but he didn’t want to sleep soon. He fiddled with a flyer about some bars around Paris, different bars. But between the combination of booze and coffee, he thought it’d be best just to sit there in the café and wait until the sun had completely settled before he made a decision.
It was noisy in the café. And full, similar to the ones he’d seen back home. The chair in front of him at his table was empty and he had only hoped that no one would snag it before he left. It was the only seat in the place available and he wanted to be left alone to think.
He lit up a cigarette and let the smoke linger in his mouth before inhaling. While he exhaled out his nostrils, the swirls of smoke clouding over his half-eaten scone, he heard a voice.
“Excusez-moi?”
Jaejoong looked up at the man from which the voice came from. He tensed, as he found the man attractive.
“Uh, may I sit here? S'il vous plait-“
“Oh, I don’t speak French,” he chuckled, regretting wanting to be alone quickly, exhaling smoke again.
“Have a seat.”
The man let out a sigh in relief and set his bag beneath the table under them and beckoned for a waiter. Jaejoong scanned the man carefully. He saw buttons of different flags and languages on the bag he plopped down as he sunk back in his seat. His short dark hair carefully combed back, his green US Army jacket looked as if it had traveled more miles in between them. He eyed the man’s hands which looked strong, contrasting against his own, as they leafed through a leather wallet looking for cash.
“So where you from? I’m Yunho, by the way.” the man asked, his accent sounding only slightly familiar.
“Jaejoong. I’m from Seoul.” He paused. “What about you?”
“New York. I’m actually here backpacking across Europe, that sort of thing. Having sort of a quarter-life crisis trying to discover myself. I had a bunch of money, so I said ‘why not?’ Plus, Paris is nice this time of year. It’s not too hot. What about you?”
Jaejoong tensed again then looked up from his cigarette he was fiddling with and replied, “I’m just on a trip, you know. I go to college in the city so I took a semester out to visit-. “He cleared his throat, “you know, and study.”
Jaejoong lied. He had been cut off without a dime from his mother, the owner of a hotel in Seoul. He was set for life, until one of the housekeepers close to his family walked in on him with another man- checked in under a pseudonym. Rumors swirled and soon his mother found out. Embarrassed, she kicked him out of the mansion they earned after his dad died. He decided to go to France to start over, living off the last of the money his mother didn’t scrape from him. He had been there a little less than a month, 26 days to be exact.
Jaejoong had always known that he was gay and never knew why his mother was so surprised. Perhaps it was, the way that she found out. Either way, he was in Paris now. He wanted a new life, besides he felt strange at twenty-two still living with his family. His sister also lived there but she was actually attending school and was only nineteen.
“Well, since you let me sit here, I should buy you a drink,” Yunho said in between bites of the piece of cake he ordered. “To self-discovery and your studies- unless you have somewhere to be. I know I have somewhere to be tomorrow morning. I’m off to Switzerland.”
Jaejoong quickly looked up at Yunho, their eyes meeting. “Well, ah, I don’t really have anything to do later anyways. We can get something.”
Jaejoong thought carefully about Yunho's offer. However, Yunho's inviting eyes and smile led a nod in his direction. He felt his cheeks blush red and hoped it didn't show under the dim lighting.
Yunho flashed a smile and beckoned for the waiter again. He asked for the check, and they left the café off to the bar beneath a purple sky.