Yaoi Warning!

This fanfic is about male-male love.

Lo Jae (J Lo

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Youngjae) The first story.

This plot popped up in my head. In fact, at first I wasn't sure which pair to put it in.

But it ended up being a good pair. Get off at Yoo Young Jae's place. /thumbs up

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Mihahaa38

Title: Butler

Genre: AU

Rate: PG

Pairing: LoJae

Author: Mihahaa38

“Brother Youngjae, why is the oil so cold? I'm cold!” The voice of commotion could be heard from far away from the owner of the voice who was spoiled even though he had grown into a handsome young man.

Youngjae sighed at his master's bad habits that didn't change no matter how many years passed. Walking straight to the luxurious bathroom where the spoiled young master was taking a shower.

"Isn't it hot enough?" He knocked on the bathroom door before opening it. A white figure sat with his arms crossed on his chest, his face puckered, with a single towel wrapped around him, moaning and groaning.

“Do you want me to be sick? You can dip your hand in it or you can dip your whole body in it. Then tell me what kind of water is called warm water.”

Okay... Take it easy, Yoo Youngjae. Don't let this kid face you if you don't want to lose your job.

Youngjae rolled up his sleeves. He dipped his hand into the water he thought was warm. He had just finished mixing it five minutes before this kid came to take a shower. It was really warm before, he could swear.

And why is it now as cold as if it had just been opened from the faucet?

Youngjae lowered his head and mixed hot water until it was just right, not complaining. Until he was satisfied, he pulled away.

"Let's see if you can get it or not." The man raised his eyebrows, dipped his hand in the water, and nodded. He turned to complain to the young servant again before telling him to leave.

“And I didn't make it warm like this in the first place. Can't use it at all."

If you don't work, take your salary from this kid. This Yu Youngjae guy will praise him with his feet.

Soft silver hair cascading over his shoulders. Youngjae flinched a bit before sighing.

"What are you doing here?" and started to move away. What are you hiding while people are washing glasses?

“Stay still, Youngjae, I'm sleepy,” he commanded before placing more weight on his shoulders, preventing him from moving away.

"I'm sleepy. Go to bed. Standing on your shoulder and sleeping, will he be able to sleep?” The other hand that was not stained with the dishwashing sponge gently pushed the resting head away.

“Yongjae hyung, my head is wet! You should stay still and sleep." His round head was still lowered. Youngjae sighed softly.

How many more sighs must he have to make throughout this time serving this child?

“There are other people who are free, so why don't they go and sleep with them? I'm cleaning glasses." He quickly told him to go and lean on the shoulders of other people who didn't have work. I don't understand how I could fall asleep standing on his shoulder.

“No.” The older young man hurriedly refused with a firm voice. "Other people don't smell as good as Youngjae."

Is it his fault that he accidentally smells better than everyone else?

After he finished washing the glasses, he dragged the stubborn young master to lie on a nice bed. A person as big as a giant like this still acts like a child. By the time I was dragged to this room, I was exhausted.

Arrange the blankets, turn off the lights and close the curtains. Before he could walk out, he was called out.

“Yongjae hyung, stay until I fall asleep.”

Uh...okay. Where can I polish it?

Youngjae walked back and sat next to the bed. The giant young master was asleep with his eyes closed. It's cute when you're not giving orders or being spoiled.

A soft hand reached out and caressed his silver hair. I wanted to pinch the cheek of the person who was sleeping. I'm annoyed by his handsome face. If she were older than this, the girl would probably be addicted. It's only a matter of acting like a spoiled brat. Whoever is with you will probably have a headache.

Even breathing The troublemaker has fallen asleep. He had to finish his work and go to sleep.

The luxurious curtains were opened. The sunlight hurt their eyes so much that the person lying on the bed groaned and turned to avoid the light. But I couldn't sleep because I was called. His thick eyebrows knit together.

“What is this? Youngjae hyung, I'm going to bed!” Pulling the blanket up to cover him, blocking out the glare. But the blanket was pulled off.

"Wake up now. Don't you have to go have lunch with your father today? It's late, hurry up and take a shower and get dressed. The water is warm." He dragged the child who refused to get out of bed and carried him into the bathroom. Stuff a towel into your hand and insist.

"Don't go back to sleep."

“Who drove Youngjae hyung?” A cheerful voice came from behind. Today, the big young master dressed well. Yellow shirt over gray jacket Brown pants with a hairstyle set to fit Looks bright and youthful like a 17 year old boy.

"Sir, please send a driver to pick you up," he replied before walking out in front of the large mansion. A large black car was parked in front of the house. Youngjae opened the car door and sent the driver into his seat.

"Wait, Brother Youngjae."

A voice interrupted before closing the car door. The young man looked at the young man sitting inside. He raised his eyebrows in question before answering, "Yes?"

"Come with me," he ordered, slapping his hand on the seat beside him.

"look for?"

"What are you standing still for? I told you to come with me. Come up!" His old bad habit raised his voice when he ordered.

"Probably not. You let the young master go alone. I didn't order anyone else to go with me." A soft voice argued calmly. He doesn't want to interrupt family time. Including not wanting to show my face and get criticized.

"Well, I ordered you to stay here. Come up now. Do you want me to sue your father for disobeying my orders?"

Youngjae shook his head. I agreed to step into the car and sit next to my boss.

"Please allow me."

The young master smiled disquietingly.

Try being Yoo Youngjae and you'll know how unlucky I am. Got hit both up and down like this. I'm crazy tired.

A beautiful car pulled up in front of a luxurious Italian restaurant. Youngjae hurriedly opened the car door, jumped out and rushed to open the shop door for people.

be the boss

A tall figure followed in. He looked around before finding his father sitting at the table inside. smiling lips He walked straight towards his father.

“Father!” the young boy called out. Stopped at the table to pay respects to his father. Before the father smiles greeting son

"What's up Junhong? You've grown a lot. Haven't seen him for many months." He reached out and rubbed the head of his beloved son.

"I'm fine. Dad, how is work? I really miss my father."

Junhong's father is the owner of a large company that deals with foreign countries. A year, Junhong only saw his father a few times when he came back. As for mother, no need to talk about it. Go back to live with grandma. It's been a while since I've come to visit my child.

“There was a bit of a problem but Dad was able to clear it up. How did you come back?"

Father and son talked and smiled for a while. Call the waiter to order food. Before the child looks left and right

"Oh Dad, have you seen Brother Youngjae?" Where are you? We were still in the car together just now.

“Youngjae? Your servant?” Jun Hong nodded, looking around.

"That's it! Why don't you come in? I'm going out to follow you, Father." He asked for permission. His father nodded but frowned. Why did the servant come along, not knowing that it was family time?

Junhong walked out to the front of the store. Open the door and call out.

"Brother Youngjae! Why don't you come in?!" The owner of the name was startled by the loud voice calling. He turned around and reluctantly walked towards the person calling.

“Why did Young Master come out? You don't need to go in. There's already a waiter inside. Please go back in, or your master will be dissatisfied."

The young master made a face. He grabbed the young man's arm and half-pulled him. "Oh, I told you to come in!"

“Young master!” he hurriedly protested. He really didn't want to go in.

young boy pursed his lips He looked down at his hands holding the sleeves of his black shirt.

"Brother Youngjae.." The young man's deep voice softened as if pleading. "Come in with Zelo."

Youngjae froze, as if time had stopped for a fraction of a second.

Zelo... a nickname that he always complained about not liking until he stopped calling him. The nickname he used to call the young master when he was a child.

My heart is numb and weak. His legs followed the person dragging him without realizing it.

Is that Young Master Zelo still inside this kid…?

“I like Youngjae hyung,” a small, solemn voice told the babysitter who had sent him to bed. The young man smiled before covering him with a blanket.

“Uncle Youngjae, I'm serious.” The little boy sat up. He pulled the older man's shirt on his sleeve. Make eye contact with another person with clear eyes. Youngjae sat down next to the bed.

“Young Master Zelo. I'm a man." His hand gently caressed his soft hair. "You can sleep now." He stood up and prepared to leave the room.

"No, I'm a man now. Besides, I really don't like that name." His small hand gripped the sleeve of his black shirt tightly, not letting go. Pull him down and sit down. Don't go anywhere.

"I'm a man. Mr. Noi is also a man. Men must like women. How beautiful, so cute." The young man sat down next to the bed as usual. "Then why don't you like the name? It's cute."

"Well, it's a cute name. Youngjae hyung said himself that I'm a man..." There was silence for a while before continuing. "But I'll let Youngjae hyung call him alone if Youngjae hyung likes it." The little boy smiled sweetly.

"Uncle Youngjae, stay until Zelo falls asleep." His pronouns changed. Youngjae smiled and nodded. The little boy lay down and fell asleep, eyes closed. Hold tightly the soft hand of your babysitter.

“And Youngjae hyung is both beautiful and cute. Oh..and you smell good too."

“Why did the servant come?”

A powerful voice, one listen and you could tell that he was dissatisfied. This is why he doesn't want to come in. It's boring, so boring to have to be looked down upon as a lowly, worthless servant. I'm still holding on because I don't want to cause any problems. At least it was a servant like Yoo Youngjae who had taken care of this child for over ten years. Every time I met his father, I had to count the numbers in my head and calm down.

“I asked him to come with me. Youngjae, please sit.” A strong hand pulled the shirt of the person standing next to him. Youngjae shook his head.

"Not at all. Standing like this is correct. Servants cannot sit at the table with the young master and young master.”

Junhong pursed his lips, letting go of the other man's shirt. He turned back to his father.

"Youngjae was right, son."

There is a clear division between classes...

The father and son had already eaten. The young master got up and went to the bathroom. To be honest, he was very uncomfortable with his father's eyes. Why do we have to look like we're finding fault like this?

"Yoo Young Jae" called without a flute or flute. The owner of the name turned around and looked at him in surprise. "Yes, sir?"

"Thank you...for taking care of my child."

The eyes that looked at me changed. Is he dreaming? I feel like I'm going to be scolded...

“No, sir. That is my job.”

His face was wrinkled with age and he had a gentle smile that he had never seen before. His voice was authoritative, but this time it was not as harsh as usual.

“Please leave Junhong... I love it so much, I ask.”

"Yes..." The man glanced at his walking son before speaking softly.

"Junhong can't survive without you, Yoo Youngjae."

Two hands clasped together and placed in front of the legs. His brain was full of what he had heard today.

Junhong can't survive without you, Yoo Youngjae.

Junhong can't survive without you, Yoo Youngjae.

Junhong can't survive without you, Yoo Youngjae.

Jun Hong is... Wow, that's enough, I know now!!

Freaking out... Is this what you call losing your mind?

The young man stood up. Take a deep breath to calm yourself down.

"Brother Youngjae!!" The voice heard all day every day came into my ears. Okay..back to reality now, Yoo Youngjae.

“Yes, young master.” Long-legged walked quickly in response to the voice calling. This spoiled brat couldn't live without him. Funny, he was just an ordinary servant. Without him, there were many other servants.

“Brother Youngjae, what is this? Why is this shirt stained? Please wash it for me.” A white shirt was thrown over his head as soon as the young man walked up. Youngjae took it out and considered it.

"Isn't this an old mark, young master?" If I'm not mistaken, this mark has been stained for a long time. Because that young master spilled hot cocoa on his shirt. At that time, I was busy with my skin that had been scalded by the hot cocoa, so I didn't rush to wash my shirt. Even though I soaked it for a long time, the marks still didn't come off completely. And what do you think of making a fuss about it now?

“Then why are there still marks? I don't know what to do to make it disappear. I want to wear this." He crossed his arms over his chest and stood with a scowl that made his lower organs touch the top of his face.

"Why don't you wear something else? There are many more white shirts.” He stuffed the shirt into the taller man's arms. Opening the closet, he grabbed a few white shirts of the same type and handed them to him. “Here.”

The little boy grew up and picked it up and threw it away. "I said I want to wear this."

Okay, his tolerance line is still there. Fortunately, his boiling point was high. Otherwise, he would have resigned long ago. This kid is really spoiled and has no comparison.

A hand under a black glove picked up the thrown away shirt and gently shook it so as not to wrinkle it. Hang it back in the cabinet.

"What are you doing? Do you want me to wear the shirt that fell on the floor?”

If your boss doesn't know. That shirt fell to the floor. It's not food falling on the floor. You can pick it up and put it in. The floor is clean...

to cut off problems Youngjae took out the shirt that was hanging back up. "Then I'll wash it again."

The sullen face returned to normal. Junhong waved his hand, motioning for the other party to continue with his work. I myself lay comfortably on the bed.

and continues to think of ways to tease Brother Youngjae

Youngjae sat holding his temples that were beginning to throb. What the hell happened? Why did this young master have such a bad temper? So why do you have to call only him? Others don't see anyone else being affected.

The first time was a shirt. Later, there was dinner that he refused to eat. He told the people to prepare it and came here and he didn't eat it. Will change all the time, he almost gets nervous. In the end, he had to take care of the entire dish before he was willing to eat it.

Third time in the shower He was more than 100 percent confident that he had mixed the warm water just right. But the spoiled boss didn't stop there, saying that it was too cold, that when he mixed it again, it was too hot. He couldn't please him. He mixed it until his hands were dry, so he agreed.

Until finally before going to bed. Even though the air conditioner was not adjusted or the heater was adjusted. Suddenly he complained that it was too cold. I called again and said it was too hot. Called four or five times before he was able to give orders to his employees, it was almost a new day already.

Personally, the cause of this was that he had been sleeping soundly since 10:30 p.m.

Now Yoo Youngjae can't stand it anymore.

Do you know what I went through all day?

I thought that when I slept well the next morning, the busy guy would be in a good mood, not irritated, not cranky, not spoiled, but...

"Brother Youngjae! Soap stains the floor, why don't you wash it? It's slippery!"

"Brother Youngjae! This shirt isn't ironed smoothly!"

"Brother Youngjae! What are you making to eat? It tastes bad!”

"Brother Youngjae! Why don't you wipe the TV with dust?

"Uncle Youngjae!"

Yes, I know my name is Youngjae...

Youngjae closed his eyes, took a breath and composed himself. I still have enough patience to serve the spoiled brat who suddenly had something unusual.

"Uncle Youngjae!"

"Yes...Yes..."

Shoes clatter along the sidewalk. Youngjae walked straight towards the spoiled person. What's the matter this time?

“Young master?” He stopped and stood behind the figure that was now much taller than him. When did that cute little boy grow up to be this big?

"You know, I'm a terrible servant." His face was unusually sullen. Youngjae frowned. What did he do wrong?

“Everything I did was terrible. I've been working for a long time. Why does it keep getting worse? I don't want to do it, so I'll go."

Junhong secretly turned away and smiled before making a scowl and turning around. He just wanted to tease Youngjae hyung so he acted irrationally spoiled.

“Go?” His brows furrowed together. This kid chased him?

"Yes, if you don't want to do it then just go and quit."

resign...

Youngjae's body is flashing. If you don't want him there that much, he'll leave.

A pretty face, looking up at the person who is your master. Is this why you're causing problems because you want him to go?

“Then…” The voice that came out was soft, like the wind blowing past, and it shook so that the person in front of him couldn't hear it. “Goodbye, young master.”

The figure in black walked back. He was too tired to handle it.

Junhong thought that Brother Youngjae was just annoyed or was so angry that he ran into the room. No matter how I called, it didn't come. Went to the room and knocked, but it wouldn't open. Until he started to feel bored and opened the door to his room and couldn't find anything related to Youngjae hyung. There is no picture frame on the headboard. There were no pajamas hanging in the closet, nothing.

It turned into an open room. The only thing left was the sweet scent of the room owner.

It's like the brain stopped working for a while.

Youngjae is really gone.

“Hyung, have you seen Youngjae?” called the maid who couldn't even remember her name. Well, his house has almost half a hundred servants. He didn't care to remember. Since for him he only has Youngjae hyung, that's enough.

But where is his Youngjae hyung now?

Junhong walked around the house until he reached the front door and hurriedly asked the uncle guard.

“Uncle, have you seen Brother Youngjae?” The sky was getting dark and it looked like it was about to rain. Junhong doesn't like rain very much. If it rains, I definitely won't leave the house.

"Oh..if that one I left an hour ago, young master. Walk away with sad eyes What happened?"

"Nothing. I'd like to go out first. Thank you, Uncle."

Junhong hurriedly ran out of the house. Uncle Guard shouted after him.

“Young master! Wouldn't it be better to send someone after him?!"

"No, uncle, I'll go myself!"

Long legs kept running along the path without stopping. Eyes scanned and looked in all directions. If he were Youngjae hyung, where would he go? Maybe hail a taxi to go somewhere. Maybe catch the train to go home. Or are you still around here?

Really crazy, I shouldn't have teased him that hard.

It started to rain. Junhong didn't bring his umbrella because he was in a hurry. The air was so cold that I had to tighten my jacket. Putting a hood over your head doesn't help much, though.

I prayed in my heart that I would meet the young man soon. He has repented. If found, I will go in and apologize. Whatever you do, get Youngjae hyung back.

A figure in soaked casual clothes sat sheltering from the rain at a small shack on the side of the road. Still not far from the house, he didn't know where to go, so he walked slowly. Then the rain started falling, and he almost ran back to pick up the clothes he had hung up to dry.

“Brother Youngjae!!” Youngjae was startled. Was the sound of rain so loud that his ears were deafening? That voice would probably never be heard again.

"Brother Youngjae! Is it there? I called, why didn't you answer?!" The rain fell heavily, blurring the picture in front of us. But the sound approaching made him immediately stand up.

The tall, slender figure who ran in was not unlike him, wet. Is this Yoo Youngjae dreaming? Had he fallen asleep and was dreaming that someone like this spoiled young lady would come after him?

But the warm touch, even though he was wet, made him know that it wasn't a dream.

“Brother Youngjae, I'm sorry.” His gentle voice was soft and trembling. Warm arms wrapped tightly around the smaller body. As if telling you not to go anywhere.

A strong chest that has never been touched. Never knew that that little young master had already grown into a full-fledged young man.

"Zelo is sorry."

My heart skipped a beat. The body is so stiff that it cannot move.

Someone slap me in the face to wake me up.

“Zelo was just teasing Youngjae hyung. Since the water wasn't warm, Jaylo teased him. I often call Youngjae hyung because I want to be close to you.” Seeing the person in his arms standing silently, he hurriedly continued. Confessing completely

“I just want to see Youngjae hyung's face all the time. I'm sorry I made you angry. I'm sorry I fired you. Zelo, I'm sorry."

“Young master…” Warm tears welled up in his round eyes. Is that Young Master Zelo in front of him?

"Why did you come out? It's raining and I'm going to get sick." He said softly as his body tightened closer to the other.

“So I came out to follow Youngjae hyung. If you're sick, you have to take care of me."

Youngjae smiled. The person who hated the rain ran out into the rain to follow him back. What better thing can we find in this nation?

"Go back with Zelo."

"Yes... Young Master."

A warm, gentle touch touched his forehead. It's light like cotton. warm like spring and engraved like a promise

“Take the medicine and get some rest.” The young nanny handed over the medicine and a glass of water after they all returned and dragged the older young man to the bathroom to dry his body and dry his head.

The giant child followed orders without stubbornness. Finished taking the medicine and lay down to sleep. The young man covered him with a blanket as he usually did.

The smaller body was suddenly pulled down to lie on a wide chest. Junhong pulled the young man under the covers. Holding your soft, fragrant body tightly, no matter how much the other person struggles.

“Young master! What are you doing? Let me go. Sleep well!"

"No, I'm going to sleep well. It's cold. You have to sleep with me. Taking responsibility makes me sick."

Oh, and who teased you until you had to leave?

"Alright, then you can sleep now." He took the opportunity to raise his arms and hug the larger man's waist. Take it anywhere. He himself was also very sleepy.

The young man closed his eyes and felt a warm, soft touch on his forehead. A soft whisper overlapped the small voice of the boy from almost ten years ago. Only the words might be slightly different when the boy's feelings were clear.

"I love Youngjae hyung."

The lips were shaped into a faint smile. Choosing not to say the only thing that's been on my mind for a long time.

If my arms tightened His soft face moving towards his broad chest made his master smile softly. You know it well even if the other party doesn't say it.

I love you too...Jello.

FIN.

Talk:

Throw the talk downstairs. The first story of Shield Jae has been born. In fact, this story was written very quickly, but the language was proofed many times. Even though I've proofed it many times, there are still some points where it feels a bit stuck. I apologize for that.

Regarding age... I'm estimating that Junong is 17 and P'Yongjae is 29-30, something like this. He's a kid...

P.S. Deposit

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Shield and block it here as well.

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In short, I'll just post it on the blog >>

http://mihahaa38.exteen.com/20130422/os-i-ll-believe-if-you-say-coma-lojae