Jiyool and JJ are sitting in the middle of their parents’ bed watching their mama getting dressed. They both have their knees up, hugging their legs as they watch Jaejoong slip on the red waistcoat. The colour is a deep deep red. Blood red. Maybe even pearl red. A startling contrast to the white shirt. The hue is reflected slightly on the man’s pale skin, and his cheeks look pinker than usual. They watch as he does up the brocade buttons, their eyes on his reflection in the full length mirror. He pauses for a long while, looking at himself, and in that time, JJ opens her mouth and starts to sing. Her voice is crystal clear, pure like her mama’s and strong like her father’s. Her voice is mature for her age, honed from years of vocal training from being in the choir since the day she was old enough to enter. The star of her school, and the product of her parents’ love of music.
“I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight,” she smiles softly when he catches her eye in the mirror, “I've never seen you shine so bright…”
Jaejoong stares at his daughter. She is only nine. Well, nine years and three months on this very day to be exact. His wedding night baby.
“I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance,” she is momentarily distracted by movement in the doorway and she turns her head, “looking for a little romance, given half a chance…”
“We won’t be giving them that chance, will we?”
JJ stops singing, but she continues to hum as her older sister responds to her father’s query.
“Mama doesn’t look at anyone but you, daddy. Don’t worry.”
The tall man leans a shoulder against the doorway, crossing a foot over the other at the ankle, an eyebrow quirked at his girls on the bed. He tugs at his collar, not ready to look in Jaejoong’s direction just yet. He has been fully dressed for almost half an hour, spending that time putting his sons to bed. Changmin is having a “sleepover” with the twins, which basically means all three are curled up on the same bed since they already share a room. The twins’ bed is a king split into two singles, and so it is no effort at all to join them together to make a big bed for three young boys. It was a bit of a mission getting them ready because Changmin decided that he wanted to be on the outside, which apparently is breaking some sort of sleepover cardinal rule as Yoochun protests. Junsu takes his twin’s protests personally, thinking his brother doesn’t want to sleep next to him, and Yunho has spent the last half hour convincing Changmin to take the middle spot as he always does. While doing that, he also has to convince the younger twin that his older brother does indeed want to sleep next to him but he is protesting because it is rare that their baby brother wants to sleep with them. The youngest is only six, but he is fully aware of the power he wields as the baby of the family. Jaejoong has a soft spot for their baby and so does Yunho, but sometimes the boy has to learn that he cannot always get what he wants at the expense of someone else. The boys are all thankfully tucked in now, Junsu singing them a lullaby as is his habit, and when Yunho is finally able to leave the room, all three are on the brink of sleep, Changmin still wearing the pout he inherited from Jaejoong.
“Lady in red…” JJ’s strong voice distracts her father, “is dancing with me, cheek to cheek.”
Yunho pushes off from the doorway and takes a step into the bedroom, turning towards the front of the walk in closet where he knows Jaejoong is.
“There's nobody here… it's just you and me. It's where I want to be.”
The sight takes his breath away.
“But I hardly know this beauty by my side…”
Jiyool drops her chin onto her knees, smiling because she knows her father has forgotten that they are there, even with JJ still singing.
“‘I’ll never forget… the way you look tonight…”
JJ straightens her legs, leaning back on her hands, her eyes on their mama while her sister’s eyes are on their father.
“I've never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight… I've never seen you shine so bright. You were amazing…”
Jiyool watches her mama cast his eyes down under her father’s scrutiny, fiddling with the hem of his waistcoat that accentuates his narrow waist, his cheeks pinking even further than they already are.
“I’ve never seen so many people want to be there by your side… and when you turned to me and smiled, it took my breath away…”
Two long strides and Yunho is standing in front of Jaejoong who has also taken a step forward, his eyes shining as Yunho reaches out a reverent hand, tilting Jaejoong’s face up to meet his. His wife smiles shyly.
“And I have never had such a feeling… such a feeling of complete and utter love, as I do tonight…”
Jaejoong steps forward again, and his body meets the broad chest of his husband who immediately wraps his arms around him.
“The lady in red…”
The world falls away around them, as they start to sway to the music only they can hear in their head, accompanied by their daughter’s singing. However, even she is no longer on their minds as they gaze into each other’s eyes. Ten years of marriage, and five beautiful children later, they are more in love than they were the day they were married. JJ’s voice surrounds them, cocooning them in a blissful sphere of love. As always, despite everything; the chaos of their lives, their many children, their work, and the huge extended family…it comes back down to just the two of them.
Yunho and Jaejoong.
“The lady in red… my lady in red…” JJ’s voice dies out as the song ends, but a husky whisper follows after her, ending the song the way it does in the original.
“I love you.”
AN: I know it’s cheesy. I know it’s corny. I know it’s probably cliche. But I’ll be damned if a tear didn’t spring into my eye. I told my husband I got dust in it…