The Professor's Model Boyfriend
Author:KeepCalmN_AKTF
Title:The Professor's Model Boyfriend
Length: one-shot/drabble?
Pairing:Jaemin
Rating:PG13
Genre:Fluff, au
Disclaimer:Read and enjoy - don't take credit for my work.
Summary:Jaejoong is a Literature Professor. His boyfriend, Changmin, is a model and can be ridiculously dramatic. Here's an example if such an occurance...
AN: This was written for a friend kikikeyy,upon request. Hope you don't mind! XxX
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“So you’re breaking up with me?” Jaejoong lifted a perfectly plucked eyebrow - one that was a slightly lighter shade of black than his mob of dark hair - recently washed from the previous dark brown dye, is glasses delicately perched on the bridge of his - in the Changmin’s opinion, adorable nose.
“Did I fucking stutter?” Changmin’s posture was relaxed, the only giveaway of his emotions being the storm of emotions playing on his face. The gorgeous model just stared at his boyfriend… or rather ex-boyfriend, defiantly. The cruel twist of his unfairly-full mouth making it clear he was completely decided on the matter.
For the span of a minute, the two simply stared at each-other without saying a word, both expecting the other to cave first. Jaejoong was worn out by his incompetent students whom he’d had to spend all day lecturing, fruitlessly. He may be biased considering he was a professor in the field, but for the life of him, he couldn’t understand what was so mind-boggling about Literature. That’s the argument he decided to use, should later blackmail from his young boyfriend push him…and he was damn sure it was going to happen. Changmin may be a hot-head and a stubborn food monster, but Jaejoong knew him well enough by now to know it was better to just go with the flow and let the model come to terms with his feelings. Pushing him into it would be a waste of both their time and a lost argument for the professor.
“Ok.” he finally said, knowing any argument was going to take them nowhere.
“What?” Changmin blinked. He had not expected the slighter man to go along with his declaration so easily. He was supposed to say no, and solidify his argument with some pathetically cheesy line he’d come across during his lectures, damn it! Jaejoong was supposed to put a stop to his overly dramatic conclusions. Not agree with them!
What the actual fuck had just happened!?
“Did I stutter?” Jaejoong replied in that oh-so-fucking annoyingly calm voice he used when he knew Changmin was being difficult for no apparent reason. That just pissed him more. With an indignant huff, he pushed himself backwards and stood up, the chair falling on itself in the process.
“Fine then. You can just…well, we’re so done! Goodbye!”
Jaejoong just stared at the furious retreating figure and couldn’t help but let a sigh escape his lips. He loved Changmin, he really did.
But.
But sometimes the witty model made it very difficult to keep a level head.
***
“FUCK!” Changmin roared as the door banged close behind him. In a fit of rage, he kicked the first thing on his way - which happened to be the marble vase.
“FUUUCCKKK!” He only screamed louder, hopping around.
“Will you keep it down?” came the annoyed voice of his colleague, who was riffling through possible outfits for their next photo shoot, on his tablet; a bowl of strawberries in his lap.
“Fuck you, hyung!” The pain was severe, but he’d calmed down enough to plop down on the couch and bury his face onto the cushions and scream.
Yunho just lifted his eyes, disinterestedly. He had to smile at the awkward position his friend was in; the couch nowhere near big enough for his long legs as he pummelled the poor pillows.
“Penny for your thoughts?” He wondered. Though he assumed it was something to do with Changmin’s cute boyfriend.
“We broke up.” There seemed to be a distinct note of regret and uncertainty in his voice.
“You broke up, as in you dumped him or he dumped you. Or a mutual understanding. Though judging by your behaviour I’m inclined to think it was not the last.” He stuffed a strawberry into his mouth, turning his attention back to the image on the screen.
He wasn’t a bad friend…it’s just that Changmin had come home in similar states before. Many times before.He was sure it wasn’t anything serious. Heck! He’d even bet they’d be back to smooching in the morning.
“Are you making fun of me?” he turned his face towards Yunho, making his eyes as big as they’d go.
He may as well get a nice meal out of this whole fiasco.
“I know you’re showing me the eyes, Chang-dolah. It isn’t going to work.”
“Hyung” just add a dab of whiny-ness.
“NO. I’m not looking!”
Sniff.
“Damn it!” and he looked.
***
Just like Yunho had predicted, the two came to the same little coffee shop they met at every morning. Changmin was the first to get there, being the one in a hurry to get away from the disaster that had become of his shared kitchen with Yunho.
Turns out, he would have been better off without asking Yunho for that meal.
He shuddered remembering the bitter taste of the…whatever it was hyung had cooked.
Jaejoong showed up a little later, shaking the snow off his shoulders and hair. No words were exchanged as he settled down and sipped from the latte that had already been ordered for him; all the while admiring the new hairstyle style his boyfriend had adorned. Changmin always managed to remove his boy-ish image simply by pushing his hair up.
“Why is your neckline so wide? Isn’t there some kind of rule about professors dressing modestly?” Changmin remarked, staring at the perfectly sculpted chest muscles that he was presented with. He didn’t like the idea of anyone else ogling that delectable chest.
“Why? Should I dress according to your stylist Noona’s wishes?” Jaejoong enquired, not really expecting an answer.
“No. Just save the skin for me…please?” and the puppy eyes are back.
Jaejoong looked up, knowing exactly what to expect, but still being hit by the sight. Changmin was impossible to ignore or disappoint when he just stared at you. Add the widening of the eyes and the quivering lip. That was just the last blow to any victim. And who was Jaejoong if not a victim?
“You’re forgiven.” He smiled at the taller man reaching across the table.
“Not that there was anything to forgive…I mean you didn’t have to agree to my stupid proposal and then just…” the rambling started with sporadic hand gestures. In his haste to try and explain himself, Changmin didn’t notice Jaejoong reaching for him.
The professor listened for all-but a minute before reaching across the table and kissing his boyfriend.
“Stop rambling, I have to get to my lecture soon and I’d really rather not waste my little morning time with you.”
“Right.” Changmin smiled widely, satisfied with the turnout.
“So how’s Yunho?” Jaejoong asked offhandedly.
“Jae, I’d really rather not talk about your strawberry-addict ex-boyfriend.”
“Hey now. Yunho is your friend before my ex.”
“Whatever, it’s his fault I didn’t eat last night…” Changmin mischievously said, knowing what reaction that would elicit from his no-longer-ex boyfriend.
“WHAT!? YOU DIDN’T EAT?”
“No. Hyung tried to cook. It was a disaster.”
“Shim Changmin, I’d better see you at my place this evening. I’m going to cook you a nice meal…can’t have you doing shoots on an empty stomach now, can we?”
All Changmin could do as a response to that was jump in joy - internally that is. He played it cool on the surface. Can’t have Jaejoong knowing how he was easily manipulated when it came to Changmin’s forever-hungry stomach.