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Drabble: Jealous
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beeswaxing
Title: Sleeping Beauty drabble: Jiyool/JJ - jealous
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble
Genre: AU, fluff, slice of life
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 :P

AN1: Actual Sleeping Beauty drabble (word count is in triple digits so I stand by the "actual" damn it). This is from the drabble prompt thing on thejungs and y'all can still join in if you want - Drabble Prompts

AN2: Un-betaed and although this is from my Sleeping Beauty verse, you don't need to have read it. All my oneshots and drabbles for the Sleeping Beauty universe can be found HERE

SB Mirotic





“I think she’s jealous.”

“Who?”

“Jiyool.”

“Of?”

“The baby.”

Yunho looks up, brow creasing as he gazes questioningly at his wife. “What do you mean? She’s always talking to her and being so sweet and she always rubs your belly.”

“Yes, but haven’t you noticed her behavior lately?”

“The way she keeps crying for you?”

“Yunnie-ah, she won’t even let me talk to you.” Jaejoong shifts, tugging his foot from his husband’s grasp and finding interesting contours in his lap as he talks. “I can’t talk to anyone when she’s around. She becomes clingy and whiny and I have to give her my full attention otherwise she just keeps at it.”

“So all her carrying on for the last three days whenever I tried to talk to you was just to get attention?” Yunho is trying to ignore his wife’s foot, but his body is responding to the seemingly innocent touches as they converse on the couch in his office.

“It’s been going on for over a week, but yes, it’s gotten especially bad the last few days.” Jaejoong dips his foot between his husband’s thighs, toes seeking and stroking, despite the topic of their conversation. “She won’t even let me out of her sight. She cried till she vomitted twice in the last three days at my parents’ home when I had to drop her off to go for my exams.”

It’s testament to how far Yunho has come when he doesn’t question why his wife is only telling him this now and not when it happened.

Jaejoong’s foot is also very distracting.

“Is she ok?”

“She’s perfectly fine. Just…I think she’s jealous or insecure." Jaejoong pauses to think about it. "Maybe more insecure than anything. She’s never been so clingy. Not even after what happened at our wedding.”

Yunho closes his eyes and drops his chin, silent.

Jaejoong realizes what he’s done, and his mind scrambles to try and distract the man instantly and immediately.

His foot moves again.

And again.

He’s going to do a freaking song and dance soon if it means getting a response from his quiet husband who has folded inwards within himself in the blink of an eye.

It finally breaks the mental block that Yunho has dropped in his mind, permeating his awareness. He picks his wife’s wandering foot from the juncture of his thighs, moving it to somewhere a little safer like on the couch next to him.

“Hey,” Jaejoong protests. “You’re supposed to be massaging my feet.”

“I was till you kept tugging your feet from my hands to rub across my crotch. I know you, Jaejoong. Just because the doctor says that you can probably have sex till the day of the delivery doesn’t mean it’s going to happen.”

The beautiful young, pregnant wife of Jung Yunho heaves an inward sigh of relief as he watches his husband carefully.

“You think I’m fat!” Jaejoong’s pout is truly exaggerated, and his husband merely laughs in the face of it because the notion is so silly it needs to be laughed at.

He really shouldn’t have as a pale foot whips up and kicks him right in the ribs.

“Hey!”

“Are you still attracted to me?”

Yunho responds to the tone rather than the expression. He can hear the thread of uncertainty in his normally confident wife, and while his expression shows the older man that his wife is just teasing, he still wants to soothe.

He always wants to soothe.

“Yes.” Yunho answers simply as he picks Jaejoong’s foot back up, dropping it gently in his lap. He presses the heel against the growing bulge in his crotch.

There is no mistaking it.

Jaejoong arches his foot, pressing his heel harder out of his own volition, breath catching when his husband looks from his foot to him.

The heat in his eyes sends a shiver coursing through the twenty-year old, his body responding so quickly that it almost makes his head spin at the sudden displacement of blood.

Oh, the ache…

“Do we have time?” he asks, voice slightly breathless.

“Jaejoong,” Yunho’s voice is quiet as he lifts his wife’s pale foot, kissing the sensitive arch and feeling the resultant shiver traveling up the younger man’s leg. “I always have time for you.”



His secretary is poised at the open door, about to enter as she hears that final exchange.

She glances down at the two files she is carrying, before shrugging and pulling the door shut quietly. She’s been working for Jung Yunho for long enough to know the man has a work ethic second to none.

And she was around when that whirlwind he now calls wife swept into his life.

In that time, she’s learned exactly where her employer’s priorities lie.

No, not priorities.

There is only one priority.

Jung Jaejoong.







AN: Um…so I have to apologize to the person who submitted this prompt because it REALLY WAS MEANT TO BE INNOCENT and focused on the children but IDK what happened. Please forgive me T______T


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