as a ruler (1/1)
as a ruler (college au, pg)
jaejoong/yoochun, 654 words.
ficlet set in my college 'verse but it's not really necessary to read that to understand this. someone kinda gave me the idea for this, so i hope i did it justice.
It’s the final straw when Yoochun turns up at the bar on Jaejoong’s shift clad in the usual cuffed up plaid trousers and grey blazer but now accommodated with a bowler hat tilted to the side.
“That’s it,” Jaejoong bites out as his shift finally finishes and he comes out from behind the bar, grabbing Yoochun’s arm and tugging him off the bar stool, “you’re getting new clothes.”
“What?” Yoochun blinks, making a few grabby-hands at his drink before allowing him to be dragged along when he realizes his attempts are futile, “why do I need clothes?”
“You look like you’ve ransacked the drama’s wardrobe department with your eyes closed and then put everything on backwards.” Jaejoong all but growls and Yoochun stumbles behind him, still being dragged along.
“Maybe that’s the look I was going for,” Yoochun mutters indignantly but the sharp tug Jaejoong gives to his arm makes him shut up, “I have no money, anyway.”
“Well then I’ll pay for it.”
“You have no money either.” Yoochun snorts and raises at eyebrow at the back of Jaejoong's head.
“... We’ll work something out.” Jaejoong says after a beat and finally stops dragging Yoochun, falling into step with him.
-
“If you even think about cuffing up those jeans I will have to kill you.” Jaejoong states as he dumps the pile of clothes into Yoochun’s hand and pushes him into the changing rooms.
There’s a brief lull of silence, punctuated by the few sounds of Yoochun stumbling into the changing room walls and cursing. Jaejoong gulps heavily when Yoochun steps out from behind the changing room curtain and Jaejoong's pretty sure his jaw hits the floor.
“... Are you sure you’re straight?” He whimpers as Yoochun plays with the low collar of his shirt, revealing a ridiculous amount of smooth collar bone and, thankfully, he hasn’t cuffed up the jeans. Jaejoong tries not to notice the fact the jeans are a little too long without shoes on and the ends of Yoochun's socked toes stick out because it's just too many different kinds of adorable.
“As a ruler.” Yoochun laughs, running a hand through his fringe and sweeping it to the side. If Jaejoong was going to die that day, it should've been then.
“Bendy ruler?” Jaejoong maybe pleads, complete with a pout and Yoochun just laughs with curved eyes, shaking his head from side to side and disappears back into the changing room.
-
Even though Jaejoong insists against it, Yoochun walks him home and straight to the door, laden with a ridiculous amount of bags, full of clothes Jaejoong doesn’t know how he’s going to pay for.
“I promise to wear the clothes if you let me keep the bowler hat.” Yoochun grins, taking the two steps up to the front door of Jaejoong’s apartment complex as Jaejoong tries to remember the code once again.
“I promise to not hunt you down and torture you if you don’t keep the bowler hat.” Jaejoong counters, pushing the code into the keypad and opening the door as it buzzes. Turning down the offer to come in, Yoochun takes a step back still looking at Jaejoong with a tilted head and a soft smile.
Jaejoong’s just about to say goodbye and step into the warmth of the hallway when Yoochun takes a step forward instead and kisses him. He kisses him with parted lips and a tilted head, nothing else touching and Jaejoong's eyes fly wide open. His hand falls from the door automatically and it slams shut as his eyelids manage to do the same.
And then it’s over in a second, Yoochun pulling back with a wink and a smile and by the time Jaejoong’s registered what’s happened Yoochun’s already at the end of his street.
Honestly, it's the first time Jaejoong's ever been rendered speechless and he stares and gapes and blinks and vows to never, ever tell Changmin.
soso short, but yes. i hope you enjoyed it? :D i have loads of fics in the works but not of them are really getting done |: i'm kinda in love with this verse so i might write more from it, but probably just ficlets because i don't think i can manage another 7k+ fic about it.
jaejoong/yoochun, 654 words.
ficlet set in my college 'verse but it's not really necessary to read that to understand this. someone kinda gave me the idea for this, so i hope i did it justice.
It’s the final straw when Yoochun turns up at the bar on Jaejoong’s shift clad in the usual cuffed up plaid trousers and grey blazer but now accommodated with a bowler hat tilted to the side.
“That’s it,” Jaejoong bites out as his shift finally finishes and he comes out from behind the bar, grabbing Yoochun’s arm and tugging him off the bar stool, “you’re getting new clothes.”
“What?” Yoochun blinks, making a few grabby-hands at his drink before allowing him to be dragged along when he realizes his attempts are futile, “why do I need clothes?”
“You look like you’ve ransacked the drama’s wardrobe department with your eyes closed and then put everything on backwards.” Jaejoong all but growls and Yoochun stumbles behind him, still being dragged along.
“Maybe that’s the look I was going for,” Yoochun mutters indignantly but the sharp tug Jaejoong gives to his arm makes him shut up, “I have no money, anyway.”
“Well then I’ll pay for it.”
“You have no money either.” Yoochun snorts and raises at eyebrow at the back of Jaejoong's head.
“... We’ll work something out.” Jaejoong says after a beat and finally stops dragging Yoochun, falling into step with him.
-
“If you even think about cuffing up those jeans I will have to kill you.” Jaejoong states as he dumps the pile of clothes into Yoochun’s hand and pushes him into the changing rooms.
There’s a brief lull of silence, punctuated by the few sounds of Yoochun stumbling into the changing room walls and cursing. Jaejoong gulps heavily when Yoochun steps out from behind the changing room curtain and Jaejoong's pretty sure his jaw hits the floor.
“... Are you sure you’re straight?” He whimpers as Yoochun plays with the low collar of his shirt, revealing a ridiculous amount of smooth collar bone and, thankfully, he hasn’t cuffed up the jeans. Jaejoong tries not to notice the fact the jeans are a little too long without shoes on and the ends of Yoochun's socked toes stick out because it's just too many different kinds of adorable.
“As a ruler.” Yoochun laughs, running a hand through his fringe and sweeping it to the side. If Jaejoong was going to die that day, it should've been then.
“Bendy ruler?” Jaejoong maybe pleads, complete with a pout and Yoochun just laughs with curved eyes, shaking his head from side to side and disappears back into the changing room.
-
Even though Jaejoong insists against it, Yoochun walks him home and straight to the door, laden with a ridiculous amount of bags, full of clothes Jaejoong doesn’t know how he’s going to pay for.
“I promise to wear the clothes if you let me keep the bowler hat.” Yoochun grins, taking the two steps up to the front door of Jaejoong’s apartment complex as Jaejoong tries to remember the code once again.
“I promise to not hunt you down and torture you if you don’t keep the bowler hat.” Jaejoong counters, pushing the code into the keypad and opening the door as it buzzes. Turning down the offer to come in, Yoochun takes a step back still looking at Jaejoong with a tilted head and a soft smile.
Jaejoong’s just about to say goodbye and step into the warmth of the hallway when Yoochun takes a step forward instead and kisses him. He kisses him with parted lips and a tilted head, nothing else touching and Jaejoong's eyes fly wide open. His hand falls from the door automatically and it slams shut as his eyelids manage to do the same.
And then it’s over in a second, Yoochun pulling back with a wink and a smile and by the time Jaejoong’s registered what’s happened Yoochun’s already at the end of his street.
Honestly, it's the first time Jaejoong's ever been rendered speechless and he stares and gapes and blinks and vows to never, ever tell Changmin.
soso short, but yes. i hope you enjoyed it? :D i have loads of fics in the works but not of them are really getting done |: i'm kinda in love with this verse so i might write more from it, but probably just ficlets because i don't think i can manage another 7k+ fic about it.