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The Tattooist [9]

Title: The Tattooist
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: PG-13 for now
Length: Chaptered
Genre: AU, fluff
Warning: Super-mild underage shenanigans. Like so super that really, even if you squint you might not see it. I can't see it myself but eh. Protecting my own ass is a good thing.
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

Summary: Nothing has ever fazed him in his life. At 29, he is successfully self-employed, and doing something he loves which means going to work should really be enjoyable. What is that saying? If you work in what you love, you will never work a day in your life? This would be true if not for just one doe-eyed problem…

AN1: I can finish this within 15 chapters!!! So...uh... "short" by my standards... //stares at ICE and SB//

AN2: Also, this gorgeous banner is made by shinkinism on tumblr!!!


“Should I have a shower too?”

Yunho is in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt, heading towards the bathroom when the teenager’s cheerful voice cuts through the gloom of the bedroom. He hasn’t bothered with the lights, making his way through his home just fine with the teenager trailing after him. He prefers the dark, though he hasn’t forgotten the teenager.

“Do what you want, Jaejoong.”

“I don’t need permission?”

“Why would you need permission?”

Jaejoong shrugs as he sits on the foot of the very large bed, watching as Yunho discards his shirt carelessly on the ground. He frowns slightly, getting up and following after the man, picking the shirt, and sniffing it.

Yunho smells divine.

The older man turns just in time to catch the boy in the act, and his chuckle makes the teenager blush.

“You really like the way I smell?”

Jaejoong hides his overly warm face in the folds of the man’s shirt, nodding sheepishly, his beautiful eyes conveying his shyness and embarrassment.

“My cologne is on the vanity in the room. Help yourself.”

Jaejoong nods again, before turning around to do just that.

It doesn’t escape Yunho’s notice that the kid does not let go of his shirt.

That warm feeling he gets around Jaejoong is expanding, and he doesn’t know whether to push it away or to embrace it. It’s always been difficult for him to get close to anyone. He never really got along with any of his half siblings, and back in Japan, it was impossible to move around without the world knowing who he was.

Accompanied by “men in black” to and from school. Escorted everywhere, whether obviously or at a distance. It was a suffocating life, and he hated it.

And then one day he decided to rebel.

His first tattoo, the words beneath his belly button.


That had been a sacrilege in his father’s eyes, and he had gotten it done at fifteen.

His four bodyguards were punished, and he was forced to witness their humiliation for allowing the fifteen year old out of their sight long enough for him to permanently deface his body.

Yunho’s mother had finally stepped in then, but the damage had been done.

His next tattoos were the phoenix and the demon koi.

Done the traditional way.

And completely against his will. And yet again he had rebelled, asking his grandfather for the heart. A heart to signify that his father can do anything and everything he wants to him, but he will never ever have his heart.

Hours upon hours spent having his body inked.

Slow and painstakingly.

And he was barely sixteen.

Lesser men have shown their pain.

But not him.

He bore it all with a defiant eye, glaring at his father whenever the man came in to check on the progress, causing the man to chuckle in amusement.

And the words on his body are a warning. A warning not just for Yunho himself, but for anyone who may find him in their hands.

Deface him at their own peril.

It is a warning against injury, perhaps even a prayer of sorts.

His father had the punishments gruesomely spelled out in painful detail across his skin.

That is why Yunho never gets close to anyone, because it is never him who is punished for any of his purported misdemeanors but rather, the people around him.

Bodyguards, lesser yakuza, his older siblings.

Everyone who should have known better.

But there is one exception, written in black ink, straight into his skin.

Touch anything or anyone that Yunho claims as his own will bring about the same fate.

His tattoos are unique. So unique that most of the underworld know of it. Some even have snap shots of it.

But no one dares to recreate it.

And it is this, that those twins had recognised. The symbol on the tail of his phoenix had simply sealed their fate.

Perhaps they may have gotten off lightly had one of them not asked if Jaejoong was Yunho’s.

Because Yunho, knowing about his tattoos and what they mean, is always careful with his words.

And in this case, his reticence speaks volumes to whoever it was that was listening.

He may not have truly intended it at the time. to admit Jaejoong as his, but his instincts had been sound, and he had remained silent instead of denying it as he normally would.

And now those two twins are forever maimed, just because their heads were turned by a beautiful teenage boy too goddamn innocent for his own good.

Yunho groans as he realises exactly what he has done.

Jaejoong, being Jaejoong, can potentially be responsible for far more “unintentional” maiming than Yunho ever has.

Yunho’s father takes slights very personally. His women and children are extremely protected. He takes “tit for tat” far and beyond the norm, and all the other clans know that to mess with the man’s family would mean untold pain.

And Yunho just introduced the most volatile equation to the mix. The boy’s beauty and innocence is like a shining beacon, asking for fools to come calling. It is the lure of the siren, up close will mean certain death.

In this case, pain.

He knows he needs to take Jaejoong to see his parents soon, so that they understand his nature, and not take things too far, especially with his father. While Yunho had been annoyed with the twins, he really hadn’t needed recompense in such a gruesome way.

He certainly hopes Jaejoong’s sister knows what the hell she just got her brother into. Yes, he will be protected. Probably better protected than the damn emperor. But he will also be responsible for a lot of bloodshed.

Is this really the life he wants for Jaejoong?

His father loosening the leash on the children, especially him, has clearly made him complacent. Living so far away has made him forget his roots.

His mother was given to his father as tribute at the tender age of sixteen. His father had been thirty five.

Jaejoong has been all but given to Yunho too.

”He is far safer with you than without you.”

Yunho needs to get to the bottom of that. Something doesn’t sit quite right about the boy’s background. Maybe he’ll get some answers tonight.

“It doesn’t smell the same.”

Yunho turns, his thoughts interrupted by the kid.

Jaejoong is holding out the bottle of cologne and the shirt, brow wrinkled, feeling rather dismayed. “It’s not the same.”

“I don’t use anything else, Jaejoong.”

The boy takes a big huff of the shirt, causing Yunho to struggle to hide his smile, before taking a whiff of the cologne.

“It really doesn’t smell the same.” Jaejoong takes a step closer, his nose heading straight for Yunho’s armpit.

The older man steps back just in time, as the kid straightens and pouts at him. “Why won’t you let me smell you?”


“Ok.” Jaejoong grins, turning and heading back into the bowels of the dark bedroom, illuminated simply by the bathroom light.

“It really doesn’t take much to make you happy, does it?” Yunho murmurs to himself as he heads behind the ornate Japanese partition to complete his nightly ablutions.

Jaejoong explores the room as best he can in the dark. He has no idea where the light switch is, and didn’t think to ask. Boyfriend or not, open door or not, he is not actually brazen enough to waltz into someone else’s bathroom while they’re showering.

He takes a whiff of himself, deciding that if he has a shower, than he won’t smell edible anymore because his body products are back at his sisters’ house. He doesn’t wonder why he wants to smell edible. He just thinks it’s nice to smell like dessert.

The teenager examines the drawers that fully cover the length of one wall. Three drawers high, numbering twenty-one in total, he really cannot imagine Yunho utilising them all.

A quick nosy through them reveals that only the top drawers and half the middle drawers are used. The bottom drawers are all sitting nice and empty.

A thought strikes him, and he has to smother his pleased giggle at thinking up something so perfect.

He darts a look towards the open bathroom door, approaching it slowly. The sound of the shower going is loud, and it doesn’t even occur to him to take a peek, his ingenious plan already taking over his mind.

Jaejoong turns and dashes out of the bedroom to execute his plan.

When Yunho comes out of the bathroom, the teenager is already buried deep under the covers.

On his side, of course.

He can only hope the kid is dressed.

He pays no attention to the little mound on the wrong side of the bed, whipping his towel off and hanging it up. Yunho smirks at the sharp gasp, knowing then that the boy is watching. Too bad for him, Yunho has absolutely no intention of giving him a free show.

“Do you always wear boxers to bed?”


“What do you wear then?”


“I wear nothing too!”

Yunho pauses, his hand on the covers of the fucking wrong side of the bed.

“Kid, I sure as hell hope you’re wearing something.”




“Yes, just because.” Fine, so Yunho has decided he’ll be a teenager too.

His behaviour appears to amuse the actual teenager who chuckles, pulling the covers aside, showing off his own Hello Kitty boxers.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What?” Jaejoong pulls the covers up quickly, and a little defensively. “They’re not pink.”

“They’re red, Jaejoong. And fucking Hello Kitty. Are you fucking with me right now?” Yunho’s tone is mildly disgusted. He cannot quite decide if it is aimed inwardly or outwardly. The kid is ridiculous.

“What’s wrong with Hello Kitty?”

“If you need to ask me that, then there’s no hope. Nothing I say will convince you otherwise. Just keep your Hello Kitty on your side of the bed.”

“You don’t like my Hello Kitty?”

“On which fucking planet do you think I would ever like Hello Kitty?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I saw you sketching a pretty bad ass Hello Kitty. Will you put it on me?”

“Over my dead body.”

And he means every single word.

“You’re such a grouchy bear. Do you want a massage? My sisters say I give a good massage. Maybe I can massage your Yunaconda and then somehow it’ll smile at me instead of looking like it wants to spit at me.”

Yunho has no idea whether to throw the kid or himself out of bed. If Jaejoong doesn’t shut up soon, he is truly going to get a damn complex about the fucking Yunaconda. He knows that Jaejoong is referring to the dragon tattoo but thanks to Shim Fucking Changmin, his mind goes elsewhere.

“You really hate my dragon tattoo?” Yunho tries for a safe topic.

“I don’t hate it…I just think it’s scary. It’s the angriest dragon I’ve ever seen. It really looks like it could jump out and eat me. I don’t want Yunaconda to eat me in my sleep.”

“Jaejoong,” Yunho’s voice is truly exasperated. The kid seems to have lost his hold on reality. “You know that can’t happen right?”

“Of course,” Jaejoong nods, his voice bright in the darkness of the room. “My sisters say I have a healthy imagination. I like imagining things. Do you know, I used to think of you as a fallen angel? Those wings on your back are so large and detailed, and practically 3D that whenever I see them, I keep waiting for you to unfurl them and take flight.”

“I am no angel, Jaejoong. You best take that ridiculous notion completely out of your mind.”


“Damn it, Jaejoong.”


Yunho is about to open his mouth again when he hears something he really shouldn’t be hearing.

His eyes narrow as the teenager immediately burrows himself under the covers, with only his luminous doe eyes shining at him in the semi-darkness.


He hears a muffled response.

“It is you with the healthy imagination, not me, and yet, I find myself imagining I just heard a kitten mewing. Is this my imagination?”

Jaejoong’s eyes disappear under the covers, and the little lump under the covers moves, but Yunho can’t determine if it’s a yay or a nay.

He hears it again, louder this time, and Yunho pushes off the covers, he had just pulled over him earlier, in disgust.

Jaejoong’s head immediately pokes up, eyes wide and glowing in the darkness.

“Don’t hurt my pussy!”

“Kitten,” Yunho growls. “It is a fucking kitten. I am keeping it in the laundry till you learn how to call it a kitten, do you hear me?”

“Grouchy bear.”

“Annoying brat.”

“Hey! We’re all supposed to be from the bear family.”

“Fine. Annoying, bratty, bear.” Yunho climbs out of bed to find the mewling animal.

“Leave my pussy alone!”

“Damn it, Jaejoong!” Yunhos voice is way past exasperated and well on its way to being extremely annoyed.

“I’m going to call it pussy till you leave it alone.”

Yunho pauses, pivoting on his heel and staring incredulously at the teenager scowling defiantly at him. His hair is mussed, already sticking up in every direction even though he’s probably been in the bed for all of five minutes. It’s like he just put his hands to a static ball or something.


They really are fucking annoying.

This one more annoying than most.

“This is my home, Jaejoong. You know the rules.”

“Noona says my V card beats it all so pffffffft.” Jaejoong blows a raspberry unrepentantly.

Yunho crooks an eyebrow.

“You do realise that’s easily solved right?”


“Think about it.” Yunho utters darkly as he turns to look for the kitten.

Yunho locates the distressed animal, shaking his head as the tiny kitten half dangles from one of the bottom drawers. He scoops it up, placing it on his shoulder, before heading back to the bed.

The tiny animal is smart enough not to claw him, watching his surroundings with interest from his very high perch.

“Are we sleeping with the pussy?” Jaejoong asks eagerly, holding his arms out and making cooing sounds to try and coax the kitten (and Yunho) to come to bed.

The boy looks absurd.

Moist pouting lips, strange sounds, and an earnest expression coupled with god only knows what the hell he’s doing with his hands. He looks like he’s air milking a cow.


Yunho coughs, pushing the stray thought out of his mind.

“I’m putting the kitten to bed, and when I return, it’s going to be nice and quiet so we can sleep, understood?” Yunho honestly feels like he’s talking to a child, and the thought is starting to gnaw at his belly.

“Grouch.” Jaejoong grumbles, flinging himself back onto the pillow and folding his arms. “I just wanted the pussy to feel like part of the family. Let me say goodbye to him.”

If it weren’t for the kitten, he would have dropped to his knees and banged his head on the floor.

He hands over the kitten to the sulking teenager who immediately starts to coo, nuzzling at the tiny little ball of fluff, and getting a boop on the mouth for his efforts, making him huff.

“You’ve turned Jiji against me!”


“I named my pussy.”

“Damn it, Jaejoong. Can you please stop?”

“No,” comes the sullen reply as Jaejoong is now irritated with the kitten as well as he hands him off willingly to the older man.

“Think about what I said,” Yunho calls out as he pulls on a pair of lounging pants and leaves the bedroom.

“About what?”

“Your magic card that allegedly beats all of mine.”

Yunho takes a detour to the kitchen, finishing the last of the vodka. There is barely half a shot left, and he just knows he’s going to need the fortifying shot to deal with the delightfully rumpled teenager in his bed.

Oh his side of the bed.

The damn seventeen year old.


Is he turning into his father now? Having no scruples about age?

He stays in the kitchen for awhile, enjoying the cool condensation from his glass as he rests it against his chest, while the other hand lazily wields his katana. The weapon needs airing every now and again, and while supposedly ornamental in nature, the blade is sharp enough that no sane person should come anywhere close while Yunho is waving it around. He had picked it up from his study on the way to the kitchen, knowing he needs to expend some excess energy.

He drops his glass as he steps away from the counter, going into an offensive stance as he practices his art, focusing on the sword, as his mind battles.

The boy is really still a kid. Yunho has absolutely no business threatening his card-carrying abilities.

In fact, Yunho is having second and maybe third and fourth thoughts about the whole boyfriend thing and presenting the kid to his parents. The solstice is less than a month away, and there is no way he’d be able to teach Jaejoong enough in that short time to not somehow insult his parents by accident.

Or worse, cause someone to insult him by accident.

Yunho makes a tight spin, sweeping the sword out in an arc, his body stretching with the movement. He is as graceful as a dancer, and absolutely lethal.

Does the teenager know that it is only Yunho’s self control that is keeping him safe?

Nothing else stands between Yunho and Jaejoong, except for Yunho’s conscience.

And he keeps battling it, as the image of a gorgeous doe eyed beauty keeps taunting him.

The kid is willing.

But Yunho isn’t.

At least that’s what he keeps telling himself.

And it is as if the teenager hears his thoughts, because a pale angel materialises in the doorway, wrapped thoroughly in his black sheets.

Eyes looking vaguely worried, mouth slick and red from having been chewed to shreds, face suffused in colour as he stares at Yunho, his gaze unflinching as he watches the sword stop mere inches from the edge of his nose.

“Are you going to steal my card?”

Yunho sighs, dropping his arms and letting go of the double handed-hold he has on the handle of his katana. He notes interestedly that the teen makes no comment on almost being run right through, though really, the kid was never in any danger.


“What if I want you to?”

“The answer is still no.”




“Damn it, Jaejoong.” The refrain is becoming too familiar.

“This is starting to turn into a pattern,” the teenager complains, hitching up his train of sheet, looking like a roman prince in an ill-fitting toga. “I want something and you say no.”

“Think about what I’m saying no too, and you’ll understand why.”

Jaejoong turns huffily, stalking off as imperiously as he can manage.

But of course he trips over the train and goes sprawling.

Yunho watches as the teen struggles to free himself from the king size flat sheet, hearing the annoyed huffs and puffs of the impossible teenager. He is not sure how the kid managed it, but he is well and truly tangled.

“Need some help?” his voice is laced with amusement, which the teenager apparently does not appreciate.

“Go away! I’ll sleep here.”

The sulky teenager actually pulls the sheet over his head and curls up, though his hands still work surreptitiously to try and free himself. He has no idea how he managed to get himself so woefully bound up in the sheets. Flailing around and kicking violently is not going to help apart from convince Yunho that he is still indeed a kid, and he really cannot have that.

Yunho eyes the wringling bundle on the floor and he sighs to himself. It’s going to be a long fucking night. And longer still if Jaejoong does end up back in his bed.

He watches for a minute more, before moving, walking past the wrapped up teenager and back to his study to re-sheathe the sword and then to his bedroom. If Jaejoong wants to sleep on the floor, he can. The kid is being silly, and Yunho is not about to indulge him, especially since he has pretty much indulged the kid all fucking day.

The time on the clock on the side table on his side of the bed reads after midnight. He has to be up in little over six hours and he frowns at the thought. The kid doesn’t start till ten. Does that mean he has to drag the kid to work with him or does he leave him with Nicole?

In truth, he’d rather drag the kid along because the blonde American is a werewolf first thing in the morning. She and Changmin are really two of a kind, and she can almost out-eat him at breakfast which is a lot scarier than one would think. Plus, she is an absolute grouch, and completely uncaring about anyone’s sensibilities at that time of the morning. She is half awake, she wants her fucking coffee and her fucking greasy as hell American breakfast, and everyone bedamned because she will also jolly well have it all while perched topless on the bar stool.

Yunho has definitely seen more than enough thanks to her. He can only be thankful for Changmin whom he has personally seen, wrestling her into a pair of his boxers so that she is at least halfway decent.

Yes, Nicole would be more than happy to be stark naked in the kitchen eating breakfast.

If they ever leave, he is going to have to get rid of all the furniture. As it is, he never sits on any flat surface in their apartment. Perhaps that’s also why they usually hang out and eat at his apartment.

Yunho scowls as he climbs into bed. Well, that certainly does make sense.

He doesn’t bother getting another sheet, pulling the covers up, and he is immediately assaulted by the cloying scent of cinnamon hot chocolate. His mouth waters instantly, and it is a little disconcerting to him when he realises that he cannot actually figure out whether he is salivating for the drink, or for the teen.

“Damn it, Jaejoong,” he mutters, pulling the covers back down till they are around his waist, as he stacks his hands behind his head and stares up at the ceiling.

He can hear some thumping and strange noises outside, but he doesn’t move, closing his eyes resolutely, determined to ignore the annoyance. He has no defence against a heartbroken teenager whose entire life seems to be against him somehow, but he has already given in an inch, he is not about to let the boy take a mile.

“You suck.”

Yunho pretends to snore, as he can hear the teenager shuffling into the room.

“And you’re on my side,” comes the whispered complaint. “I like that side cos it smells like you and now you’re sleeping there so where will I sleep?”

A pouty huff signifies the end of that rhetorical question as Yunho hears the boy shuffling over around the bed to the other side.

“You’re a sucky boyfriend, Yunho.”

Yunho has to struggle very hard not to smile as the irked teenager tumbles into bed, still wrapped up in the sheets.

The bed is wide enough for two or even three occupants to sleep easily, possibly even without touching someone else.

But Yunho is unsurprised when he feels a tentative head lay on his arm. Perhaps it’s his fault for lying on his back with his hands stacked behind his head, but the nose in his armpit makes him jerk back in shock.

“Damn it, Jaejoong! What is wrong with you?”

“I’m trying to sleep and you’re being bothersome.”

“I’m being b—“ Yunho can’t even complete his sentence, as he stares at the sulking kid next to him.

“I don’t think the girls and boys in school have boyfriends like you.”

“I should fucking hope not.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you should let me sleep.”

“Let you sleep?!” Self-righteous indignance makes the teenager’s voice go up a notch as he flaps around on his side of the bed. “You were happy to leave me on the cold hard floor, and now you’re complaining about me not letting you sleep?”

Yunho sighs, leaning over and manhandling the teenager whose expression of surprise is muffled as he has the covers thrown over him and is unceremoniously pinned by a heavy arm over the sheets and covers, effectively stopping his wriggling.

“Now, sleep.”

“I can’t just sleep because you demand that I do,” comes the muffled response.

“Are you always this annoying?” Yunho is finding it hard to concentrate because now that the teenager is in his arms, all he can smell is cinnamon hot chocolate.

“I’m not annoying!”

“Jaejoong, shall I list the ways in which you are?”

“I’m not—“

Yunho moves his hand up to clamp over the teenager’s mouth once again, remembering full well what happened when he did it earlier. He bends his head so his mouth is against that delicious elfin ear with its delicate curves and soft skin.

Jaejoong freezes instantly, as he feels hot breath caressing his skin as Yunho exhales against him. Goosebumps erupt all across his body, and he can feel his nipples puckering painfully, and he suppresses the urge to whimper as he can suddenly feel the barbell in his left nipple acutely.

He is feeling both hot and cold, and he cannot figure out how that even works, as he trembles and sweats at the same time.

His breath hitches, and he stops breathing altogether as he feels Yunho’s lips touching his ear.

“Jaejoong, do you really want me to tell you how annoying you are?”

The teenager tries to nod, eyes wide in the darkness, Yunho’s large hand covering the lower half of his face.

“You annoy me every time you open your mouth,” Yunho starts, and the teenager starts to struggle but he holds tight. “You say the most fucked up things with the most angelic expression. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me, listening to you say dirty things that no teenager should be saying, and knowing you have no idea what your words mean. Do you know how I feel?”

Jaejoong’s eyes that had started to prick with tears at Yunho’s initial words, is now watering, but not from hurt. Rather from astonishment. His eyes are dry from being left wide open.

He swallows hard as Yunho continues.

“I feel annoyed because I know damn well you say the same things to other people, and it fucking annoys me. And do you know what it makes me want to do?”

Kiss me?

Jaejoong wonders if they’re telepathic yet. He knows some couples can read each other’s thoughts.

“It makes me want to explain every single fucking thing that comes out of your mouth, to make sure you never say it all again. But you know what? Even that annoys me and do you know why?”

Jaejoong shakes his head again, Yunho’s lips touch his ear every time he talks and it is sending pleasant sparks shooting through his body. His nipples are painfully hard now, and he just wants to touch them, to relieve the ache maybe.

Or better, have Yunho touch them.

He blushes fiercely at the thought, almost forgetting Yunho for a split second till the man resumes talking.

“It annoys me because it means you will lose that blessed innocence of yours, and I find that I rather like it on you.”

Jaejoong wriggles again, and Yunho loosens his grip, dropping his hand from the boy’s mouth, hugging him around his slim waist instead. He doesn’t feel too deviant about that because there are sheets and a puffy duvet between his arm and the kid.

“You like me?”

“Some of the time.”


“When you’re not talking.”

“That’s hard! What would my mouth be doing if I’m not talking?”

“Damn it, Jaejoong!” Yunho’s grunt of frustration echoes around the room. “Just shut the fuck up and sleep before my good intentions fly out the window with whatever is left of my morals!”

“You really are a grouchy bear,” the teenager observes petulantly, trying to hide his burgeoning arousal and the confusing feelings coursing through his body.

He shifts surreptitiously, pressing his erection into the bed and hoping it will go away as his body starts to feel increasingly overheated. He wants to push Yunho’s arm off him so he can kick the sheets off and get some air, but he is afraid of being found out.

Yeah right.

Fine, so he doesn’t want Yunho’s arm off him.

He wriggles back a little, trying to ease the ache, as Yunho’s arm tightens around him.

“Jaejoong, please.”

“Please what?”

“Stop moving.”

Jaejoong hears a thread of pain in Yunho’s voice, and he forgets his own discomfort immediately as he tries to turn around, but Yunho’s arm is immovable.



Yunho’s chuckle is self deprecating as he bangs his forehead lightly against the back of Jaejoong’s head. “Must everything require an answer with you, kid? I am used to being obeyed without question and here you are questioning my every move.”

“You suck at promises. Are you going to break every promise you make to me? You said you’d stop calling me kid. I am not a kid.”

“You’re also very good at changing the subject.”

“I’m not changing the subject. I haven’t forgotten that you haven’t told me why you don’t want me to move. I’m just meandering a little.”

“Meander— fucking hell, never mind. Just sleep.”

“You swear a lot.”

“I know. You’ve mentioned it on several occasions. Can you please just shut up and go to sleep?”

“It’s hard.” And Jaejoong wiggles back, and he comes to a dead stop as he indeed comes up against something hard.

“Yes, it is.” Yunho’s rueful voice conveys his bemusement at finding the kid’s ass lodged against his erection.

“What are we talking about?” Jaejoong’s voice is a hushed whisper, and he cannot decide whether he wants to wiggle just one more time.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m not sure anymore,” Jaejoong admits as he gives in and wiggles back a little.

Only to come up once again against an immovable object.

A rather large, immovable object.

He lets out a tiny squeak, before scooting his ass forwards and away.

His body is once again feeling hot and cold and he has no idea whether he wants to leap out of the bed and maybe sleep with the kitten in the laundry, or whether he wants to turn and burrow himself against Yunho’s warmth, scary hard thing or not.

His eyes are startling in the darkness and he tries to slip his arms under the covers to pinch his nipples to ease the ache. It usually works, but he has a feeling it might not work tonight.

“Sleep, Jaejoong.”

“You almost impaled me with your sword.” Jaejoong tries to distract himself from his confused body by remembering his near death experience that he had shut out earlier.

Yunho honestly has no idea whether to laugh or cry. At this point, he is already beyond hope. He remembers Changmin’s and Nicole’s words from earlier on how to deal with the fucking things that come out of the kid’s mouth, and he tries to abide by their advice.

“You were never in any danger.”

And he realises that he means that in both ways; the kid’s and his own interpretation.

“Really? You’re good with the sword?”

“I am very good with a sword.”

And yes, he is still meaning it in both ways.

“I didn’t know you could wield a sword.”

“That’s lots of things you don’t know about me, kid.”

Yunho’s voice drops several degrees, and Jaejoong shivers in response.

“I’m c-cold,” he whispers, trying to get under the covers again.

Yunho slips his hand under, rubbing at the teenager’s arm and it is indeed convered in gooseflesh. He clicks his tongue, as he rubs his hand on the boy’s arm, taking care not to move beyond that.

But Jaejoong has other ideas, turning quickly to snuggle against him. Gone is sweet smelling hair and a pretty ear. Yunho finds himself nose and mouth to skin.

Jaejoong’s forehead to be exact.

And the kid is sweating.

“I thought you were cold?”

“I am cold.”

“So why are you sweating?”

“I’m hot too.”

Jaejoong pushes the top half of his body against Yunho, but takes care to leave their bottom halves as far apart as possible without it being weird.

He doesn’t just have Yunho’s hard thing to worry about.

He has his own.

“Why are you sleeping diagonally?”


“Errr…I always sleep like this. Now shush.”

“Shush?” Yunho lifts his head to stare down at the teenager who now has his eyes clenched shut and his nose scrunched up. “Did you just tell me to shush?”

Jaejoong’s eyes open, and he stares up at Yunho, wrinkling his nose, commenting, “For someone who wanted to sleep, you sure do talk a lot.”

Yunho has to resist face palming himself. Though the teenager’s ridiculous behaviour has managed to calm his own body down a little and for that much he is thankful.

But the kid is still impossible.

Yunho grunts, conveying his annoyance but he doesn’t say anything as he lays back down, nuzzling against Jaejoong’s sweaty hairline, finding that the boy still smells sweet regardless.

The room finally grows silent, only the deep breaths of the two occupants can be heard.

Yunho is almost asleep when a soft voice creeps up between them, as does a small hand over his waist.

“So can I?”

“Can you what, babe?”

Yunho’s voice is slurred with sleep, and he tugs the teenager closer to him. His brain is a little foggy, and he is struggling to concentrate, but tiredness, the emotional turmoil that came with his father’s gift, the crazy day in general, and the alcohol are all finally catching up with him.

Jaejoong tries to suppress the warmth he feels at Yunho’s sleepy nickname for him, and he snuggles closer, hand creeping up over Yunho’s belly to his chest.

“Tell them?”

“Who’s them?

“Those girls.”

“Babe…” Yunho murmurs, nose pressed against Jaejoong’s skin. “I don’t give a fuck about any girls.”

“So I can tell them not to touch you?”





“Damn it, Jaejoong.” He mumbles tiredly. “I still have to work. I can’t have you chasing away my clients. Changmin pierces nipples and pussies multiple times a week, and you don’t see Nic having a cow do you?”

“Oh god! He pierces animals?”

Yunho tries to clear his head and focus on the conversation as he draws back, finally opening his heavy eyes to stare at the absolutely horrified expression on the teenager’s face. Even his mouth is gaping as he stares at him in horror.

“What did I say?”

“You said hyung pierces pussies!”

Yunho’s brow furrows. Well, that is right. Why is that so scary? It’s not like the kid has one.

“Yes, he does.”

“He’s not piercing my pussy!”

Yunho leans up, the agitation in the teenager’s voice cutting through the sleepy fog in his mind and he moves to stroke the boy’s back soothingly.

“You don’t have a pussy.”


“Who’s Jiji?”

“Our kitten!”

Yunho blinks, and then he finally understands.

He starts to chuckle, and his laughter grows, making his body shake. The teenager takes offence, and he struggles to move away again but Yunho throws a heavy leg over his knees, keeping him still as he chuckles against his temple.

“You are too fucking innocent, kid. What am I going to do with you?”

“Keep me?”

“We’ll see.”

“So hyung is not piercing my pussy?”

“Jaejoong…a pussy is another term for a vagina. You learned about those during sex ed didn’t you?”


Jaejoong is drowning in embarrassment.

First, as he recalls all the times he’s used the word.

And then, the idea of Changmin hyung…piercing those bits.

And then, Nicole noona not getting mad about it.

There’s just way too much to process, and he blurts out the first thing he can think of.

“I’m glad you don’t have a pussy.”

Oh dear god. Yunho starts laughing all over again, but he manages to control it quickly.

“Dare I ask why? If it’s not for the obvious reason that you prefer males.”

“So you can’t have it pierced.”

Well, then.

AN1: I’m in hospital so…not sure when the next update will be. The nurses are mad at me cos I’m so stubborn and refuse to give up my laptop lol.

AN2: Oh and btw, this fic is supposed to be fluffy randomness so don’t expect anything more…it’s just that my muses want to go off tangent and I am REALLY bad at wrangling them, especially a Yunho wielding a samurai sword and Jaejoong pouting at me looking far cuter than the kitten he is holding. I mean seriously, HOW MANY PEOPLE ON THE PLANET CAN BE CUTER THAN A KITTEN? It’s impossible and yet…Jaejoong…

AN3: There’s a 42inch tv in my suite and I hooked it up to my laptop and it’s been playing DBSK all day hahaha and you know which video finally gets a comment? Balloons…an ahjumma Filipino nurse said Yoochun in his pink bunny outfit is cute hahahaha XD
Tags: fic:tattooist, pairing:yunjae, pg-13


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