At Your Service (Jae Joong/Changmin)

2009-03-08T14:41:11Z

At Your Service
Jae Joong/Changmin
PG-13
AU: Dong Bang Shin Ki minus Jae Joong

"Why are they looking at me like that,” you stare back at the girls watching you, a feral gleam in their eyes.

Chun Ae pats your arm consolingly, “You’re really pretty for a girl you know, that pale, flawless complexion of yours.” She points to what appears to be the ring leader of the group, “See that girl, she’s Jin and she’s been trying to get rid of those zits on her forehead for ages. Well, maybe not just her, there’s Lee Min, Han Sook, Kyung Mi-”

That is a sputter of outrage from the far corner, then- “Chun Ae, you bitch!”

“Come along,” your newly found friend, calmly manoeuvres you round the rusty lockers, “I’ll show you where we keep the dry linen and the trolleys, you’ll better learn fast, the Manager doesn’t give allowances for blunders here, even if you’re a new recruit from a different country.”

It’s only when she drags you into a rack full of female housekeeping uniforms, do you recall the slip-up in gender earlier. It’s embarrassing, watching the look of realization and awe flit across her face as she looks you up and down- always a case after you kindly correct their mistake. “I’m sorry, so sorry,” she laughs, “I’m sure I’m not the first, but oh god, I’m sorry Jae Joong-shhi.”

And so, that pretty much sums up how your first day at work went. The only thing annoying you the most- how people take one look at you and instantly pin you as a woman. No you do not have boobs, yes you know you have a pretty face (a fault more than an asset) and your name is Kim Jae Joong- it’s not even a girly name to start with! So what’s with the mix-up?!

There is much hype around the staff lounge today, the girls are heaping on make-up and the guys are... well... sulking. You’re curious, but Chun Ae’s busy with her hair, so you wait. Manager-san walks in then hair gelled flat, suit pressed and neat. That’s a first, given the slimy git’s knack of napping during work and his messy eating habits.

“I’m sure you are well informed of our VIP’s arriving this evening.” His voice booms across the lounge, poorly contained squeals of delight erupting from various corners of the enclosed space. “I’ll pretend I did not hear that poor display of professionalism Miss Jin, but like I’ve said; our VIP’s the renown Dong Bang Shin Ki will be holding a press conference in our Hotel.” Chun Ae now beside you- grins. “Now, I want everyone on their best please, and professionalism at all times!”

“So,” You tug on the stiff bowtie around your neck, “What’s Dong Bang Shin Ki?”

Chun Ae’s raises her eyebrows, but she cups a hand over her mouth, whispers into your ear. “It’s a popular band of singers here in Korea, 4 very handsome young men, talented, they make good music. Almost everyone working here is a fan.”

“Oh,” you lean away, watching Jin spray something atrociously foul-smelling on herself, the scent overpowering your colleagues standing beside her. “Something like Ayumi Hamasaki in Japan?” And you think no one, and you mean- no one, can look as beautiful as her.

Chun Ae shrugs, “I’ve never heard of her, is she good?”

You think of her long flowing blonde hair, coy look complete with long eyelashes and a perfect figure, and the numerous posters you have pasted all over your bedroom walls back in Japan. “Yeah,” you cough to hide the growing excitement in you, “she’s really something.”

“Jae Joong, Chun Ae!” Manger-san’s voice booms across the foyer, “I want you both beside the elevators, you’ll hold the elevators when they arrive.”

“OH MY GOD, DONG BANG SHIN KI!” the crowd of waiting fans just outside the Hotel start screaming. You watch with growing sympathy at the guards who struggle with the crowd of fanatical fans, arms full with flailing limbs. “JUNG YUNHOOOOOOO~” Urgh.

The whole entourage makes it through the revolving doors of the hotel then, and you try to smile and not wince as screaming within the Hotel begins, shrill cries of “OPPA! SARANGHAEYO!” and “DONG BANG SHIN KI-AIEEEE!” echo throughout the confined space of the lobby. Chun Ae laughs at your pained expression, “It’ll be over soon.”

But you don’t hear her consolation, eyes fixated on a single man within the crowd. You’ve been looking at him for the pass minute, curious at the sneer plastered on his face. It sets him apart from the shrieking, ecstatic girls pressed against him. In seconds, his arms are upraised, a bobbling balloon balanced precariously in his hands. Nestled within the crowd, safe from the guards, he takes aim.

You’re running, running pass startled colleagues and into the nearing entourage, arms out-stretched. There are collective gasps and screams from behind as people realize the transpiring events, seconds later than you. But the object is sailing, and you barrel towards the startled singer it’s aimed at, his eyes shrouded behind tinted sunglasses, mouth slack in surprise. “Wha-” You pull him hard, behind you.

You turn, and the blasted object hits you, right in the face.

“SOMEONE GET THE AMBULANCE.” There are screams everywhere, but you are more concerned with the stuff sticking to you. It’s all over your face, occluding your line of vision, and urgh, it smells too. Amidst the chaos, a warm hand settles on your elbow, “Are you okay?” The voice is deep, easy on the ear, it’s not hard to imagine songs sung by a person so. “Here, let’s get you back to my room first.”

Not bothering a two toots about what you think, the person is tugging you lightly towards the direction of the elevators, you half stumbling behind him. “Jae Joong!” you hear Chun Ae call above the noise in the lobby. You turn to answer, but he’s pulling you into the elevator and the doors closes swiftly behind you, shutting out the ruckus in the lobby, shutting out Chun Ae and leaving you all alone- with him.

“My name is Shim Changmin,” the man speaks, and you feel soft fabric on your eyelids. He dabs gently, rubbing away at the stains on your face. “There, you can open your eyes now.”

You do, and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, “Junno?” Fuck, Jae Joong what the hell is wrong with you?!

Changmin frowns, “I’m sorry?”

Face as red as the carpet you’re both standing on now, you smile sheepishly, “I meant, h-hello.” Your voice cracks on the last word, and you flush a deeper red.

Changmin laughs, laughter crystal clear, eyes going mismatched. Cutecutecute surfaces in your mind instantly. The door opens, and he grins, snaking warm hands back into your cool ones. You think gingerly to yourself as he leads you past unfamiliar doors, maybe, just maybe, there could be someone as beautiful as Ayumi-chan.

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A/N: Just a heads up in case some are clueless, Junno hails from Kat-tun, he looks like Changmin and vice versa ;D I'm thinking of doing a continuation, but I'd like to try with this first. Thank you for reading, and feel free to comment if you wish to :D!

On The Road (Jae Joong/OC)

2009-03-07T16:47:56Z

On The Road
Jae Joong/OC
PG-13
Written for: berry_tallcake

It's late, you sigh as you get on the last bus trying your best not to dwell on the stack of documents you've left in the office untouched. The journey takes a while, the windows fogging steadily with every minute. It's begun snowing by the time the bus reaches your stop. You get off teeth chattering, its cold, and rubbing your hands together doesn't generate enough heat to last you the way home. You're frowning, staring aimlessly into the streets, how are you going to make it home?

"Guess who?" Someone whispers by your ear, warm hands covering your eyes. You jump, but relax almost immediately recognizing the teasing Korean accent.

You're smiling, hands covering his as you pry them off gently. "Pervert Kim."

He pouts sadly, pretending to cry, and you laugh fondly at his antics. A breeze picks up and unconsciously you shiver, moving closer to him. He apologizes immediately, shrugs off his coat and wraps it tightly around you. "Can't let Mrs Kim freeze can I? Who will scrub my back then?"

Your face has turned uncharacteristically red from his words and the gaze that follows, and you look away hoping he hasn’t noticed. But he has, and he smirks, smug and elated that he still has that kind of effect on you. “Hyun Ae-ah, kawaii...” he murmurs sweetly, both your hands interlaced.

just to be with you ;

At Your Service (Jae Joong/Changmin)

On The Road (Jae Joong/OC)