Genre: AU, fluff, angst, drama
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 civil-unionised here
Summary: Jaejoong just wants somewhere to call home again. Living by himself is really not as great as his sisters made it out to be and he yearns to be around people again. He misses the hustle and bustle and even the crying babies that make up his parents’ household but he’s too proud and stubborn to return. He is nineteen after all and fully capable of living his own life away from his ridiculously large family. Enter a tiny little girl who captures Jaejoong’s heart in an instant and he finds himself with a family…of sorts. And for a sheltered, very well-loved boy, complicated doesn’t even begin to describe his life from the moment the tearful baby crawls into his lap looking for comfort.
AN: Lol you guys are lucky. My husband forgot something and we had to go home so I can post this before we finally actually leave for the weekend OTL
The small car rolls to a stop at the gate to the driveway that leads to the Kim mansion. They had driven in silence, Jaejoong lost in his thoughts and Anne focusing on the directions her smart phone gives her to get them to his house. She turns to the beautiful man next to her, who sits unmoving, staring at the dashboard of the car.
She waits, not wanting to rush him. It is not every day that you find out that you are supposedly dead, and that your family is practically digging into the Han River to find you, not to mention the millions and millions of won spent on air time. She studies his face. He has an amazing profile, perfect nose, perfect jaw, and that perfect mouth is the icing on top an already perfect cake. She’s seen photos of the Jung couple in the tabloids and they make a truly striking pair. They are also never seen together without their baby girl in tow, which is the complete opposite to every other society couple she’s ever “known”. Children are kept with nannies, not with their parents. The adoration on Jaejoong’s face is evident in every look he sends Yunho, so palpable that it is captured in every frame she has ever seen of the couple. How she did not recognise him on Saturday is beyond her understanding, feeling a twinge of guilt because she could have saved his family all this unnecessary pain.
Anne is pulled from her thoughts when Jaejoong turns towards her, liquid doe eyes that take her breath away.
“Thank you for everything. I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”
His voice is soft, enunciating each word carefully and clearly, as if he is trying to regain a measure of control of himself. She shakes her head, smiling when he takes her hand and kisses the back of it. She can feel the blush spreading across her body. It is not every day that you get hugged and kissed by the most beautiful man she has ever seen. She is sure he will excuse her blush.
“Please don’t let your husband fire my friend.”
Jaejoong’s lips quirk, as he gently relinquishes her hand.
“Ah, little Anne. You’re too sweet. I promise he won’t lose his job.”
This time her blush is pronounced. Jaejoong’s words are teasing and tinged with humour despite the circumstances, and she can see why the great and cold Jung Yunho has fallen so hard for the boy. It is not just because he is stunning. He has a kind heart that is clear to anyone who comes close enough. But with that kindness also comes with it a strange sort of innocence which, to her, makes it seem like he views the world differently from everyone else. She makes a tsking sound to cover up her embarrassment, shooing him out of her car. He exits with a soft chuckle, standing and waving her off. As his figure grows more distant in the rearview mirror, she hopes fervently that everything will come right for the couple.
Jaejoong stands there staring at the tiny little car. He is procrastinating. At first, he wanted nothing more than to rush back into the arms of his husband. But during the drive, the enormity of what has happened has shaken him. He truly has absolutely no idea what to expect from his family. He had wanted Anne to drive him to Jung Tower at first, but then he changes his mind, hoping that Yunho has stayed with his parents, deciding to take a chance on his gut instinct that makes no sense to him, and going straight to the mansion. Everything about Yunho’s character tells him he’s most likely holed up in that room back at the apartment, but Jaejoong wants to believe that his husband will not leave the care of his family in what is possibly the worst situation he can imagine, short of something happening to Jiyool herself.
The memory of the beautiful baby girl is what finally spurs Jaejoong into action, pressing the passcode for the side entrance to the huge gate, and running up the driveway. He lets himself into the unlocked front door, heading straight to the back where the kitchen and family area is, knowing if his family is going to be anywhere, it will probably be there. He walks in to his parents and oldest sister seated around the breakfast table, all silent and staring at empty plates. They don’t even react to the noise he makes coming in.
All three seated Kims jerk in shock, turning towards the entranceway. Mrs. Kim is the first to react, shrieking as she stands and runs towards Jaejoong, flinging herself into his arms and causing the slim boy to stagger back at the impact. He bursts into tears immediately, bending over to bury his face into his mother’s neck. Both of them are sobbing loudly as the other two Kims join in, embracing the two.
All four stand there for a few minutes, till Jaejoong manages to gather himself, straightening, but still hugging and touching his family in whatever manner he can, as he sniffles, wiping away at his tears with his shoulders as his hands are otherwise occupied. His mother drags him to a couch, forcing him to sit, as she sits opposite him, her husband next to her and her oldest daughter seats herself at her original spot at the breakfast table.
Mrs. Kim, now over her shock, stifles her joy at finding her baby boy alive and well, demands her son to explain himself. The sheer turmoil the entire family has been put through in the last 48 hours is enough to add some steel to her tone. The woman hasn’t raised nine well brought up children to let Jaejoong get away with this.
And so Jaejoong talks. Midway through his explanation, he gets up and starts walking around, gesticulating wildly as he speaks, knowing deep down that no matter his explanation, it will never erase the pain he has unwittingly brought on his family. Nothing justifies what he has done. He should have called home. He should have turned up for his wedding. He should have done a lot of things. However despite all that, knowing his family may take awhile yet to forgive him for this, Jaejoong feels that the last two days have done him some good.
He finally finishes, standing by the counter as he asks the question he has been putting off since arriving. He’s afraid to know the answer.
“Where’s my family?”
Three pairs of eyes stare at him, filled with varying degrees of disappointment, relief, disbelief and some residual pain. His mother shakes her head at him, looking down at her hands. His father’s mouth is set in a grim line, as he too stays silent. He turns to his sister, who sighs.
“All the younger children were taken to the creche this morning. We didn’t want to disrupt their routine because they’re too young to understand, but she knows. She’s been asking for you and Yunho, and we keep having to distract her. They’ll be back here in the next hour or so as usual. Tae is picking them up.”
“Why do you need to distract her from Yunho? Why isn’t he with her?”
He fists his hands by his side, as he shakes his head at her. He can see the pain in her eyes, and the pity. Why is she pitying him. What has happened to Yunho? He keeps shaking his head, backing away from her till his back hits the large refrigerator and he cannot back away any further.
She stands up, hand outstretched in a placating gesture as she takes in the stark look in her baby brother’s eyes.
“Yunho is here.”
Jaejoong visibly sags in relief, leaning against the door as he struggles to stay upright. His legs feel like they’re about to give out. In that few seconds, he gets a taste of the pain he has brought down on his family and the relief at knowing Yunho is ok makes his tongue loose.
“Oh god, thank god. Oh my god, you scared the fuck out of me.”
His sister continues.
“But he’s almost gone out of his mind with grief. See that tray of food there? We found it outside the music room late last night. He hasn’t touched a single morsel of food. He came out once last night, to grab a couple of bottles of soju, but he acknowledges no one. He told us to keep Jiyool away from him. Jaejoong, I don’t know how he’s going to react when he sees you. He is inconsolable.”
Jaejoong pushes off from the fridge, carding his hand agitatedly through his hair as he walks around the counter.
“Damn it. Noona, do you have any lube?”
She blinks at her brother, unsure if she’s heard right.
“Are you serious? Your husband is mourning you and you want lube?”
“I know my husband and that’s exactly why I want lube. Damn it, moisturiser, lotion, anything! Hurry!”
His oldest sister looks at her agitated baby brother, his eyes are a little wild and he is pacing in a tight circle around the kitchen. Their parents, still recovering from the shock of seeing him alive and his story, are now shocked again at the teenager’s unusual request. She picks up her purse from the counter and rummages through it, pulling out a large tube of L’Occitane rose scented hand cream, tossing it to her brother who doesn’t even look at it as he turns to leave. Just as he reaches the doorway though, he turns to glance at his parents, his expression somewhat contrite.
“Umma, appa, I’m going to apologise in advance for the state of your music room after today. I’ll get Yunho to replace whatever that gets um…damaged.”
And with that, he disappears, heading to the music room to find his inconsolable husband.
“Oh, he most definitely would.”
“I guess I should be thankful that the music room is soundproof…”
“How about we get everyone out of the house anyway, huh? I really don’t want to be around for their reunion.”
“I feel like I should check on them though. Yunho went absolutely insane with grief, he wouldn’t even look at Jiyool. I don’t know how he’s going to react with Joongie suddenly materialising out of thin air.”
“He came to us and accepted our help and love, and you and I both know that a month ago, he would never even have considered it, so I think we should give him a chance. I think when he regains his sanity on seeing Joongie, it will be alright.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m not, but I have faith in your brother.”
“If faith were a currency, you and Joongie would be the richest people on earth, Umma-ya.”
The very subject of the conversation in the kitchen is currently hurrying towards the southern wing of the house, taking the steps two at a time, he has broken into a run, wanting to get to his husband as fast as he can. The horror of what he has inadvertently done is sinking through him, and his heart is constricted in his chest at the tremendous amount of pain he has dealt both his family and his new husband. They are not even married three days and Jaejoong has already caused more hurt to the man than he can ever imagine. True, Yunho hurt him first, but this is definitely not the time to tally up who has hurt whom more.
As he approaches the music room, he can hear the crashing of keys, the sound loud and filled with pain as Yunho hammers out god only knows what onto the Kim’s grand piano. The door is ajar, and Jaejoong places a palm on it, pushing it slowly, his eyes taking in the destruction of the room. Sheet music litter the floor, as do empty bottles of soju. That in itself is so telling because Yunho does not drink. He sees the man, standing by the piano, the seat upended behind him as he hunches over the keys, pounding out a bitter melody. He is clad in just his boxers, and Jaejoong knows that Yunho has been pushed over the edge, because he would have never ever let anyone see his scars. To go around in the way he has, means he has ceased to care. He no longer cares about himself and Jaejoong hurts for him. He hurts at the fact that he is the cause of this immeasurable pain. The lines of Yunho’s body are tight with tension and despair, as the melody he plays quietens, his fingers heavy as his sadness seeps into it. The melancholic tune is so utterly full of despair and agony that tears spring forth into Jaejoong’s eyes, streaming slowly down his cheeks as he watches the man he loves play out his pain and regret.
The melody twangs painfully as Yunho’s fingers skitter haphazardly across the keys at the sound. He pauses, his head bowed as he squeezes his eyes shut. He takes a deep breath, opening his eyes as he exhales and resumes playing.
Jaejoong presses his fist to his mouth as he bites down hard on his knuckles, trying not to choke on his sobs. Yunho doesn’t believe he is there. He breathes shakily through his mouth, willing himself to calm down, to be strong. He has to be strong to fix the man he has broken. He clears his throat softly, before calling out, a little louder this time.
Yet again, the music stops, Yunho hunching over even more, folding his arms across the lid of the piano and placing his forehead against it. Jaejoong can hear the man breathing harshly through his mouth, almost gasping as if trying to stop himself from crying.
“Please…oh god, please.”
“Yunho, I’m here.”
“I know, baby. I can hear you. Don’t stop talking. I don’t care if I’m crazy. I don’t care. I’m so sorry for everything. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the custody petition. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you everything about Sun Ye. I’m sorry I kept things from you. But most of all, I’m sorry for what I said to you. Jiyool is yours. She is ours. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for everything, but it’s too late isn’t it? You’re gone, Jae. Please don’t stop talking to me. I don’t care if I’m crazy as long as I can hear you. If the alcohol is making me hallucinate, I’ll gladly keep drinking.”
Jaejoong lets out an agonised sound at his words, hunching over and squatting on the floor, hugging himself as he realises that Yunho still doesn’t think he is real. He thinks he is going mad and hearing voices. What has he done? He doesn’t hold in his sobs now as he clenches his eyes shut, crying hard over what he’s done. Pain and remorse flood through him, his body shaking as he cries for the man who loves him so much. A broken litany falling from his lips as he keeps apologising.
“I’m sorry…i’m sorry…i’m sorry…”
He gasps in shock as he is suddenly lifted up into strong arms, the movement jarring him and he blinks through his tears, to find himself in the embrace of his husband whose face is stony, as he kicks the door shut and strides across the room to sit Jaejoong on the closed lid of the piano. He stares into the gaunt face of the man, his face unshaven, a haunted look in his eyes as a tear forms, spilling slowly over the side of on of those beautiful almond eyes he loves. Yunho’s face is grim as his eyes dart over Jaejoong’s features, taking him in, even as more tears spill silently, tracking down his cheeks.
Husband and wife stare at each other. Jaejoong unable to contain himself anymore, lifts a hand to cup Yunho’s jaw gently. The man leans into his touch, eyes never leaving his, rubbing his fuzzy cheek against his palm, tickling him, and a smile breaks across Jaejoong’s face at the sensation.
“You’re real…you’re here…you’re alive.”
Yunho places his own palm against Jaejoong’s mouth, shaking his head.
“Don’t apologise. You can tell me what happened later, but right now, I need to reassure myself that you really are real.”
“I brought lube.”
“Oh god, Jae.”
And with that, he crashes their mouths together, kissing the teenager with all the pent up fear and hate that he had for himself, turning it into love for the boy in his arms. Always love. There will be nothing else but love. He is done giving in to his past, being a slave to it. He is done hiding his pain from this boy who loves him. He is done with the Chois. He has a new family now, one who will have his back no matter what. He knows that now. He understands what unconditional love means. He finally understands what Jaejoong has been trying to show him all this time. The boy has learned how to love from his parents. Parents who gave Yunho comfort in the darkest moment of his life, even when they themselves are steeped in the same gloom. Despite the horror of what they believed had happened, and the disgusting stain of his past, they uttered words of comfort and love, taking him in. This boy in his arms is the culmination of that unconditional love. The teenager who loves him despite everything. Yunho is done with his past. Jaejoong is his future. He finally, truly, believes it.
His relief and gratefulness for having the teenager back translates into their kisses. They are urgent, yet tender. Their mouths slanting over each other’s as if wanting to devour the other. Jaejoong leans into him, both of them relearning each other’s touch and taste, their scents mingling together, their burgeoning arousals sending a familiar tang into the air around them.
Jaejoong’s arms are tight around Yunho’s neck, while the his own arms are gripping the teenager’s hips tightly, pulling him forward more.
Jaejoong lets out a soft moan, deep in his throat, the sound is needy and full of want, as he finally pulls himself off his perch on the piano and fully onto Yunho, legs wrapped around his body. He needs to be filled, he wants his husband with a desperation that is almost painful.
“Yunho, please… I need you.”
Yunho cracks an eyelid, striding towards the couch, careful to avoid the empty bottles of soju. Their mouths are still connected, Jaejoong drawing back slightly to teasingly run the tip of his tongue along the length of Yunho’s bottom lip, making breathy sounds that are driving him absolutely crazy. That fluttery caress is enough to drive almost every thought from his mind, as he is consumed, mind body and soul by the beautiful teenager in his arms.
He is standing over the couch, but he cannot seem to let the boy out of his arms to get into whatever position they need to. Jaejoong, sensing his hesitance, speaks softly, even as he trails his fingertips around the curling scars that he can see over the tops of Yunho’s shoulders.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Let me down, you don’t have to let me go.”
“You can, love. I’m not going anywhere. Just let me unhook my legs.”
Jaejoong leans forward, the tip of his nose catching the tear that has slipped out the corner of Yunho’s eye, nuzzling along a sharp cheekbone, whispering soothingly.
“You can, Yunnie-ah. You’re so strong. You can.”
Yunho’s whisper is tear-filled, his hands locked under Jaejoong’s bottom, as he struggles to let the teenager go.
Jaejoong nuzzles at Yunho’s lips lovingly, his hands stroking and caressing his shoulders, coaxing him, as he whispers against his mouth.
“I believe in you.”
Yunho clenches his eyes shut, as another tear slips out. Jaejoong believes in him. He can rule the world through the strength of Jaejoong’s belief in him alone. He opens his eyes and slowly unclasps his hands, dragging them up around the curve of the boy’s hips, and along the lines of his thighs, as Jaejoong slides down his body, his feet regaining ground. They stand there, bodies pressed against each other, Jaejoong’s arms loose around his neck as they stare into each other’s eyes.
Jaejoong leans up, pressing a quick kiss to Yunho’s mouth before unwinding his arms from around the man’s neck, dropping them to hook around the waistband of his boxer shorts, tugging at them. That movement brings forth the first smile to Yunho’s lips, and Jaejoong returns it with one of his own.
“Did you expect any different?”
Jaejoong doesn’t wait for an answer as he captures Yunho’s lush bottom lip between his own cushiony pair, sucking languidly as he digs into his pocket for the hand cream. His eyes are wide open and full of love and humour, and Yunho chuckles against his mouth as they both do a strange dance as they divest each other of their clothes without losing contact of their lips. It takes less than a minute before they both are stark naked, in the music room of the Kim mansion, grinning at each other.
He leans his weight against Yunho, pushing the man back, following his body down as Yunho drops heavily onto the leather couch. Jaejoong straddles him immediately, tossing the hand cream onto the length of couch next to them, to free his hands to drag through Yunho’s thick hair. He scratches at his scalp as they kiss fiercely, all tongue and playful nips. Yunho lifts him high in his lap, hands splayed across his ass cheeks, his finger tips brushing against his entrance, and Jaejoong moans appreciatively. He rocks his erection against Yunho, wanting more friction, and getting it as Yunho’s tightens his grip and pulls him closer.
Jaejoong’s soft whimpers are driving Yunho insane. The sounds becoming more and more pronounced as the teenager rubs his cock harder against him. Yunho can feel the edges of Jaejoong’s puckered opening moving and contracting, and he cannot help but slip his fingers closer to his prize, a dry finger tip pushing gently in, eliciting a keening moan from the writhing boy.
Yunho rotates his finger gently, before pushing the dry digit slowly in. The resistance is clear, but Jaejoong’s husky, demanding moans are making him lose his mind just a little. The teenager even starts rotating his hips, swiveling, trying to swallow more of Yunho’s finger into his body.
Yunho silences the demands, relinquishing his suckling on Jaejoong’s bottom lip, opening his mouth over the boy’s and forcing his tongue into his mouth, mating with the teenager’s own tongue, mimicking a dance as old as time. He sucks Jaejoong’s tongue into his mouth as he pulls his finger out, swallowing all sounds of protest as he fumbles blindly for the discarded tube of expensive hand cream.
He finds it, and without missing a beat, uncaps it and smears a good amount on two fingers. The strong scent of roses envelopes the couple, but both are too far gone to notice or care. Jaejoong bends over, latching onto a muscled shoulder and biting as Yunho pushes both fingers into his waiting entrance.
It is a rough prep, but neither can wait as Jaejoong’s breathing becomes harsher, as he fucks himself on Yunho’s long fingers, all while still rubbing deliciously against the man’s abdomen and chest. He screams in shock when Yunho accidentally stabs his prostate, and the man pauses in his movements, but the teenager is having none of it, as he bears down, burying Yunho’s fingers to the knuckle and clenching hard, making Yunho moan.
“Now…now… please, enough. Now.”
Yunho complies, in no state to argue, his cock so neglected that the first touch of his hand cream covered hand over it makes him grit his teeth. He fists it loosely, afraid that anything harder might push him over the edge, knowing that Jaejoong’s hot, tight passage is waiting for him makes his eyes roll up. He guides the tip to Jaejoong’s loosened entrance, lovingly greased and rose scented.
Jaejoong doesn’t waste any time, snapping his hips down hard, taking Yunho fully and completely in one long move that pulls a scream from him and a shocked, strangled sound from Yunho’s throat. He lifts his head back up, to meet Yunho’s glazed almond eyes, and he smiles a siren’s smile at his husband as he undulates in his lap. The burn is perfection, and with every languid swivel of his hips, he feels every inch of the man pressing against his walls, filling him up so full he can barely breathe.
If Jaejoong’s beguiling doe eyes are irresistible on a normal occasion, his lust clouded, heavy lidded gaze will pull an orgasm out of you whether you like it or not. For someone so innocent, his desire is raw and it shows on his face, his features hiding nothing, showing all his pleasure and his love. Yunho watches the stunning angel, his salvation, dance the ultimate dance of seduction in his lap, body moving so sensuously, undulating, rocking, the movement is slow but in that slowness, he feels the closeness. He can feel everything.
He moves his hand between their bodies, fisting Jaejoong’s leaking cock, pumping it in time with Jaejoong’s movements, and the beautiful boy smiles at him. A smile full of love and promise of more. Jaejoong hips increase in tempo, but never losing that undulating rhythm, a way of making love that Yunho has never experienced before. Their eyes don’t leave each other’s faces, and Yunho is mesmerised.
Yunho comes first, his orgasm practically a shock as it crashes over him like a tidal wave, curling his toes. His fist tightens almost painfully around Jaejoong’s cock, pulling the teenager’s orgasm out of him.
Usually vocal, Jaejoong’s orgasm leaves him speechless this time, his voice caught in his throat as wave after wave after wave of sensation rock through his entire body. The length of the orgasm is surprisingly long, and he shudders through it all, gasping and shaking, as Yunho milks every last drop out of him, painting his chest and belly with the warm fluid. Once spent, he slumps heavily against Yunho, burying his face against the older man’s throat, tongue sticking out as is his habit, and he starts licking at the beads of sweat, tasting his husband.
Yunho smiles, wrapping his arms around his sated wife, the tiny kitten licks against his throat tickling him, and unsurprisingly, the sensations are quickly heading south. He is more than ready to go again, but he needs to talk to Jaejoong. Too often he’s put off things that should have been said, and he has well and truly learned his lesson.
“Mmmmm?” Jaejoong is more than happy where he is, still filled with Yunho, the man’s familiar taste on his tongue, though his scent is being somewhat overpowered by an extremely strong smell of roses. When this permeates his endorphin-addled brain, he pulls back slightly, a tiny frown on his face. “Why do you smell like roses?”
“Roses?” Yunho’s expression mirrors Jaejoong, and he inhales deeply, almost choking on the cloying scent of roses. “Fucking hell.”
Jaejoong giggles at Yunho’s uncharacteristic expletive, and after a pause, Yunho joins in, chuckling at his beautiful wife looking at him with unabashed adoration, despite smelling like a rose garden.
“Why do you smell like roses?”
Jaejoong giggles even more, when Yunho echoes his question back at him. His brain has finally caught on and he looks around for the tube of hand cream his sister had given him, spotting it teetering off the edge of the couch. He straightens and reaches over to grab for it, the tube now slick and greasy, and immediately, there is an explosion of scent that causes him to wrinkle his nose cutely, much to the amusement of his husband.
“Here! This is the culprit.”
Yunho squints at the tube, and then takes it out of Jaejoong’s hand and tosses it to the other end of the couch.
“Hey! We might need it again.”
“Yes, but first we need to talk.”
Jaejoong pouts, but Yunho shakes his head at him, a fond smile on his lips.
“Your pouting will get you everything on a normal day, but today is not a normal day. Tell me what happened.”
And so Jaejoong repeats his tale of woe and self-indulgence for the second time that day. He is heartened though, that throughout his retelling, Yunho stops him to ask questions. The man shows every emotion on his face, depending on which point of the tale Jaejoong is at. His face is no longer a mask, and Jaejoong’s heart is singing.
“It was your hotel I was in. Can you believe how ironic that is?”
“How many do you have?”
Jaejoong blinks at that, pausing briefly, before chuckling and kissing Yunho.
“Ok, a few is fine. I’m sure I can find the right one. Whatever it is, can I please redecorate it?”
Their laughter is cut off by a loud knock on the door. They both freeze, staring at the door. The knocks come again, louder and more insistent, soon followed by the knob turning and the door opening just a crack and a loud, somewhat amused voice coming through.
“I know you two aren’t decent. But you need to know that Jiyool is home, and I really think she needs her parents. I’ll bring her up in ten minutes, so get dressed and for the love of god, wipe down all surfaces.”
And with that, the door is pulled shut again.
Yunho grips Jaejoong’s hips, pulling the boy off his still semi-hard cock. When no sound of protest comes from the teenager as is the norm, he turns to look at the boy, and is shocked to see the sadness on his face. He pulls him close for a quick hug, and then pushes him away to look at his face again.
“What’s the matter?”
“Jiyool…” Jaejoong’s voice is tiny, sadness evident in it. “Do you think she’ll forgive me?”
Yunho reaches out a hand to cup Jaejoong’s cheek, rubbing the pad of his thumb across his skin, ghosting over his cheekbones.
“There’s nothing to forgive. It’ll be alright, love. I promise.”
Yunho inches forward on the couch, pulling Jaejoong’s legs around him, before standing with a loud grunt, surprising Jaejoong who quickly wraps his limbs around his husband.
“What are you doing?”
“I didn’t want to let you go just yet. I’m going to get clothes. Our bags are by the door.”
Jaejoong wrinkles his nose as he can feel himself leaking. His voice is dire as Yunho bends over, with him clinging on like some oversized koala baby.
“We’ve probably just leaked all over the floor. Noona is going to kill us.”
“Just use your clothes or mine to wipe it up. Don’t worry. I’ll replace the flooring if it’ll make you feel better.”
“No need to go to such extremes! I’ll wipe it up!”
Yunho laughs as he finally lets Jaejoong go, their bodies sticking slightly as they pull apart when Jaejoong regains his feet.
They clean up and get dressed in record time, finishing just as a knock sounds at the door.
Jaejoong looks over at Yunho, his gaze apprehensive.
Yunho takes the teenager’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly, leaning over to kiss his forehead before turning to greet their oldest noona who has pushed open the door.
A quiet baby girl is in her arms, two fingers in her mouth, forehead against a cheek. But with a little coaxing, she finally turns, and Jaejoong’s grip of Yunho’s hand is painful as she pulls her fingers from her mouth and bellows loudly, voice echoing in the large room.
“Daddy! Mama! Mama!”
AN1: Btw I don’t think hotels actually line the Han River so excuse that flight of fancy of mine :P And um… please give me a medal for being able to actually write this when my HoMin muse is SCREAMING at me. I fought it off… Yes, I fought Changmin off and I won. Please be proud :P
AN2: Anne is little_passions :P