this was originally written by me two years ago on my livejournal ( here )

Title: Three-Star Royalty 
Rating: PG
Pairing: SuChen
Length: Oneshot (Approx. 3600~)
Summary: Junmyeon is a businessman staying at a luxurious hotel. Chen is the doorman who can't seem to do his job right.

Here's an excerpt: 

Junmyeon prided himself on his ability to portain a structured, well-mannered appearance. Because really, how else would one obtain as much respect and honour as he. Certainly not by being payed as a doorman yet somehow forgetting to open the door when a great businessman like Junmyeon is ready to depart. Said doorman briefly looked up from his phone and waved nonchalantly at a now greatly frustrated Junmyeon who refused to open the door himself. Coughing loudly always seemed to do the trick, so Junmyeon sophisticatedly cleared his throat several times.

“Can I help you?” The young doorman hardly spared a glance away from level 286 of angry birds he had been working towards during the last few hours of his shift.  Junmyeon thought it was unnecessary to grace this incompetent buffoon with words, and motioned with a twitch of his neck to the unopened door before raising an expectant brow. His expression was then mirrored by the doorman--who still made no effort to get the door--followed with a sassy eyeroll.

“My apologies, Your highness.” He bowed mockingly. “I forgot nobles of your class don’t understand how to open a single door. Allow me to get that for you, sir.” The way he sneered the word “sir” had Junmyeon’s teeth clenching in distaste. But he wouldn’t say anything to this foul peon--that would be a waste of breath. The doorman tugged on the golden rod handle bars a few times before ungracefully yanking them open.

“There.” He took a step back and dramatically motioned towards the door. Junmyeon grunted in response and straightened out his expensive double ed suit jacket before briskly stepping out the door and into the muggy air of late July.

“Toodles, your majesty.” The doorman bowed once more before cranking the door shut with a bang.

Terrible service. Junmyeon thought as he loaded himself into the taxi he had called prior to the door related exchange. The driver gave him a vile look--most likely because he had been parked at the door for the last ten minutes waiting for Junmyeon to get his finely dressed outside--but said nothing. He was still getting paid regardless and wouldn’t dare open his mouth against a snooty businessman like the one who promptly placed down a newspaper over the back seat before sitting down. Junmyeon hardly noticed the daggers being sent towards him from the rear-view mirror and focused instead on numerous ways to get a loaf of a doorman fired as soon as possible.

(If you'd like to read the rest please go to chapter one! :) )