Genre: AU, fluff
Warning: Underage shenanigans. Go away if this bothers you.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from the story. I wish I had YunJae and if I had my way, they'd move to New Zealand so they can be MARRIED here
Summary: Nothing has ever fazed him in his life. At 29, he is successfully self-employed, and doing something he loves which means going to work should really be enjoyable. What is that saying? If you work in what you love, you will never work a day in your life? This would be true if not for just one doe-eyed problem…
AN1: This chapter was inspired by Jaejoong and his Oscar Wilde quote… our very own Dorian…oppa please don’t sell your soul to the devil…you already escaped one soul eating devil (SM), don’t sell to another…
AN2: Also uh, this was dropped in my ask.fm awhile ago and it really is Yunho in this fic…BUT as you can see, there are no tattoos, for which I am forever sad about. I wouldn’t mind if some (or all) of you tried your hand at fixing it up with your interpretation of his tattoos… I know his back is easier to do but this photo is so hnnnnggggggggggg…
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