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
Summary: Complaint should be Jung Changmin's middle name.
AN1: This was super random drabble written in 20 mins. I needed a bit of fluff OTL
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
“I don’t want to be a strawberry.”
Jaejoong ignores the complaining strawberry as he walks around the room hunting for the missing orange and apple.
“Mama, I’m a boy! I can’t be a strawberry! Why can’t I be a dragon fruit?”
The gorgeous man continues on blithely, ignoring the nine year old as he looks for his twins.
“They’re probably in the pantry.”
“Did you put them there?” Jaejoong turns to cast a suspicious eye over his pouting son. He has to school his features because dear lord the boy is a right picture with his pink strawberry head.
“Apples and oranges belong in the pantry.” Changmin sniffs superiorly.
“Jung Changmin…” Jaejoong shakes his head as he hurries to the walk in pantry. He barely has the door open before twin giggles filter out, and he finds his daughters exactly where their brother left them.
In two baskets.
An apple and an orange.
Yunho walks in just then, looking over his wife and son’s shoulder to stare at the grinning babies with their cute apple and orange outfits. They are both surrounded by spilled fruit, Mimi gnawing innocently on a large orange as she stares at her parents. Nana is staring at a shiny red apple with wonder on her face. Who knows what’s going through her baby mind.
“Do you think that counts as cannabalism?” Changmin asks curiously as he watches his baby sister wave the orange at him before she tosses it out of the basket and grabs another.
“Do I even want to know how they got there in the first place?” Yunho eyes his 10 month old twins looking none the worst for wear. To be fair, this isn’t the worst he’s seen. He remembers one year when Jiyool decided that Changmin was so stinky that he must be rubbish and she lugged him to the trash in her toy wagon. He shudders at the memory, thanking the stars to this day that trash day had been the day before, and the rubbish area is sheltered. He couldn’t even really scold Jiyool for it, for her five year old logic had been sound. Changmin really was a stinky baby that week thanks to the durian Jaejoong had eaten that passed through his milk.
“I was putting fruits where they belong.” Changmin mutters defensively. “If Mama didn’t make me a strawberry, I wouldn’t have done it.”
“What’s wrong with being a strawberry? You love strawberries. You look cute.”
Changmin stares at his father in horror as his mama passes an apple to the tall man. “I don’t want to be cute! I want to be handsome! Why can’t I be a cowardly lion or a tin man like Suie and Chunnie when they had to do this stupid play? Why can’t I be a dragon fruit?”
“They did the Wizard of Oz and you…well…” Yunho hides a smile behind the gurgling apple in his arms. “You have to ask your sister why she made you a strawberry.”
“I already know why,” Changmin mumbles as he tugs at the ridiculous head gear.
Jaejoong too knows why as he rolls his eyes at his husband. “Yes, Changmin. Do tell your father why Yoolie made you a strawberry.”
“Because I like strawberries.”
Yunho’s brow furrows as he stares at his pouting son, fully aware of his wife vibrating with suppressed laughter next to him.
“So she made you a strawberry because you like strawberries…”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I’m a boy!”
“I still don’t know where this is going.”
“Daddy! Boys can’t wear pink strawberry heads to a play! I’ll be laughed out of the mansion! Strawberries are RED.”
Yunho blinks at his irritated son in his tuxedo and the pink strawberry head.
That’s all it takes for the Jung himself to burst out laughing, shocking his little fruit, but the two are familiar with their daddy’s sharp laughter and they gurgle along with him, wiggling in their parents’ arms.
His laughter gets even louder as he watches an extremely huffy strawberry storm out of the kitchen, his pink head bobbing with each step.
Jaejoong settles himself next to Yunho, staring at the court, his eyes searching for his sons.
“Have they played?”
“Love, half the game is over. They’re about to re-start.”
“What’s the score?”
“We’re losing pretty badly. The boys on the other team are much bigger.”
“It’s a friendly though, right?”
“Yes, but you know Changmin…”
“How’s he been?”
“I think the ref is two complaints short of throwing our son out of the game.”
The basketball games progresses as basketball games go. The action is swift and the crowd, loud. Everything is going smoothly until one of the boys from the other team gets a little too exuberant in marking Yoochun.
“What the heck was that!?” Changmin’s extremely carrying voice reaches his parents.
Not to mention the rest of the crowd.
Several grins break across the faces of the audience, for this tall, lanky boy, the youngest on both teams has been complaining almost non-stop since the game started. At first it seems like he’s being unsportsmanlike, but after a while, most realize it’s just his nature to complain, for they are never limited to him.
He complained about the ball at the start.
And then he complained about the lights.
Just to add to all that, he decides to complain about the color of his own team’s jerseys, wondering why they’re wearing white instead of red.
When the game actually starts, he complains about the three pointers the other team keeps scoring, saying it’s not very basketball-like to not even bounce the ball.
And then he complains about giving away two free throws, arguing with the referee that it really should only be one since their team is already handicapped being smaller and younger.
Following that is a rather energetic debate in the middle of the court about how free throws ought to be thrown, Changmin complaining that his team’s coach didn’t teach them properly since the other team always sinks their free throws and they don’t.
And the list goes on…
“He was barking! Barking! Did you see that? What was that? Stop barking at my brother, you mutt!”
The crowd starts laughing at the indignant teen, waving his arms madly as he goes up against the mutt, glaring at the smirking older boy who walks away from the belligerent boy.
“Hey, Juil,” one of his teammates call out. “You might want to stop messing with the Jung brothers.”
“And why is that?”
“Their father probably owns the company your father works for. Last I heard, his father’s company employs over 60,000 people in South Korea alone.”
Juil eyes the youngest Jung boy. “60,000? Is this true?”
The boy’s smirk slides off his face as he holds his hands up in surrender. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? I won’t touch you.”
“You say that now,” Changmin grumbles.
The game restarts amidst the bickering, Yunho and Jaejoong can both see the poor ref shaking his head exasperatedly at the complaining teenager. They are rather amused to find that “Juil” has switched marks though, and is now shadowing their youngest.
Two minutes of event free basketball, and it happens.
“Yah!!!!!” Changmin yells, bouncing around and waving his arms. “He hit me! He hit me! Ref did you see that?! He hit me! Why aren’t you calling foul? He hit me!”
Jaejoong covers his mouth, trying to suppress his laughter as his son once again makes a spectacle of himself. He can see the older twin keeping his distance from the chaos, Yoochun rolling his eyes in their direction when he catches his parents’ eyes. He is torn between horror and hilarity as his tall thirteen year old actually re-enacts the alleged foul on the referee himself, his hands slapping at the man’s shoulders trying to prove his point.
“Oh god, he didn’t…”
“He did. He kicked the referee earlier to show how that rough kid there kicked Minho earlier.”
“How is he still in the game?”
“The ref has the patience of a saint.”
“I think I’d have thrown him out of the game myself,” Jaejoong admits.
“I would’ve benched him within the first five minutes.” Yunho agrees as the game resumes once again.
Another two minutes go by.
“What kind of playing is this?! Are you trying to kill me? What kind of animal are you?” Changmin rubs his jaw where he just got elbowed in the face. It had been an accidental touch as far as most of the crowd can ascertain but Changmin is the grudge-bearing kind. “If I stay in this game any longer, he might actually kill me. I’m too young to die. I want out!”
“Thank god!” The ref declares loudly, throwing his arms up to raucous applause and cheers.
Yunho and Jaejoong among them.
AN: I told you it was random as hell OTL