CHAPTERED | Kiss the Baby Sky Chapter 1
Kiss the Baby Sky
pg-13 | au, angst, fluff | chaptered
aitakutemo beta-ed by the_ladder
"all the dreams and hopes made of your eyes..." -jung yunho, a 12-year-old boy who's only living with his 8-year-old little brother, jung jaejoong. after their parents died, they lived in the big mansion with all the riches they inherited, and learning to accept the truth and face their upcoming life on their own. they managed to survive of course, having each other by their side. but the problem doesn’t stop there. first, they had to face the fact that they would get kicked out their house and get adopted. and if that's not enough, one of them finally realizes there's something more than just brotherly love between them.
warning: incest
Chapter One
“Argh… my head…”
One thing I hate the most is waking up early, and getting a headache is one other thing- having them both together really isn’t helping! Ugh!
Oh, I haven’t introduced myself yet, where are my manners?
Yeah, I should stop right now.
My name is Jung Yunho and this year, I’m turning 13. But that’s still months away, so officially I’m still 12 and a couple months old now.
Really, who cares about that?
---knock knock
“Young Master Yunho, are you awake?”
Wait, apparently they did. Those bunch of oldies still think that I’m just a stupid kid who doesn’t know anything except those stupid retarded cartoons they keep feeding me with. Geez, what’s with people nowadays? Can’t they just mind their own business?
Oh yeah, I forgot, the world are not only made of good people.
And no, don’t even start on asking from where I got these mature-rated words. Really, I might look like one of those well-educated and good-mannered kids, but never, I repeat, never judge a book by its cover.
“Young Master Yunho?”
“Yes! I’m up!” Just stop that damn knocking already! It’s just hurting my head more!
“Breakfast will be served in ten minutes. Just come down when you’re ready!” and those words followed by footsteps echoing in the hallway.
At last, a peaceful moment.
I was just going to throw my legs to the carpet when I realize something was moving on top of my stomach. I glance down and see his arm lying on top of me. I can feel my eyes soften as I remember last night’s event.
Well, everyone, meet my one and only annoying little brother; Jung Jaejoong.
I know his name sounds weird, Jung Jae-Jung. But trust me, don’t tease him about that or you might end up, that is if you’re lucky, near deaf. Yes, people, it’s based on real experience. I mocked his name once and suddenly he threw some kind of tantrum on me, shrieking like there’s no tomorrow until I finally gave up and begged him to forgive me.
But somehow, no matter how annoying he is to me, I never have the heart to be mad at him, irritated perhaps, but never angry.
Not one time.
Sigh, maybe it’s only because he’s the only one I have left now. After our parents died in some kind of accident (from what I heard), I have no one left. We do have some relatives or whatever you call that, but they never really contact us. The last time I saw some of them was that time when they told me and my little brother the truth.
Since then, this poor thing has been having nightmares about our parents. That’s why at night he keeps coming to my room and crawling to my bed, asking me to hug him to make sure that everything’s just going to be alright.
And who am I to decline that kind of wish coming out of cute, pouty red lips and big doe-like, teary eyes? And did I mention how he looks? Here’s something to make things easier: Imagine an angel. No, I’m not joking, he really looks like one! From his so silky raven hair, down to those obsidian eyes and to his porcelain skin, he reminds me so much of our umma. She was the prettiest woman I ever laid my eyes on. I wish someday I would be lucky like appa, having a beautiful and kind wife like her. But so far, Jaejoongie is prettier than all those girls in my school…
Wait, why the heck am I talking about him?
Never mind, now I got other unimportant thing to do; school.
So then I move again, trying to move his arm carefully so I don’t wake him up or I might end up having those eyes open and making him start his pleas so that I won’t go to school and leave him alone.
Not that I’m complaining.
But he’s stayed up late last night, another reason for my headache, and I think he deserves some time to sleep. A smile makes its way onto my lips and I can’t help but to stroke his dark locks with my fingers gently.
“Sleep tight, sweet dreams, Jaejoongie… I’ll be back before you know it…”
I open my eyes and the first thing that came up to my mind is him.
“Hyung? Yunho-hyung?”
I sit up and rub my eyes slowly, trying to shoo the sleep away.
“Hyung? Where are you…?”
I grab Bambi, his Bambi, and hug her tighter as I start crying.
“Yun-no-hi-yung…”
I was writing some random words when someone knocks on my classroom door. The current teacher, Mr. Han, quickly walks to the door and opens it, revealing the current teacher on duty standing in front of him with a paper in his left hand.
“Again?” Mr. Han’s voice sounds bored and I curl one of my eyebrows, “it’s the third time this week…”
I stand up, already knowing what his words mean. I nonchalantly collect my stuff and just stuff them into my bag before walking towards him.
“Remember, Yunho,” he put his hand on my shoulder when I stop in front of him, “this can’t go on forever, you’ve been missing classes and I’m afraid that you might have some difficulties catching up.”
I look up at him and nod, “yes, I know.” In fact, I’m perfectly aware of that, but with an I.Q like mine, I shouldn’t even need to study that hard. I could be the top student if I want to, but I’m just too lazy to study. And no one ever told me that school is important, not even my own parents, so why bother?
I must sound like a spoilt thick skulled brat, huh? Believe me, I have no interest in spending my parents’ inheritance. All of it could go off anywhere, anyone could take it for all I care.
Wait, it should be used to fulfill Jaejoongie’s needs.
So then, to shorten things, here I am, standing in front of my bedroom. I had asked Aunt Hyo Hee, our baby-sitter, and she said that Jaejoong has been crying since two hours after I left. I feel so bad about leaving him alone this morning. Maybe I should’ve woken him up just to say I was going to school.
I reach for the doorknob and push the door open slowly, and there he is, on my bed, curled into a ball with my Bambi at his side, obviously still sobbing because I can hear some muffled sniffs under the blanket.
“Joongie?” I call his name as I walk closer to my bed. “Joongie? It’s me… I’m back…”
It doesn’t take too long for him to throw his blanket and run to me while shouting my name. I push out a smile to cover my frown before pulling him into my embrace; after all, I can feel my heart wrench when I see him like this, with red eyes and puffy cheeks, complete with a red nose and tear trails.
As weird as this sounds, I also feel he just looks prettier like that…
“Hyung…” his soft voice snaps me back, “you said you wouldn’t leave me alone… I’m scared…”
I stroke his dark tresses before looking down to his big eyes, “But I didn’t leave you alone, there’s Auntie Hyo Hee, Uncle Minwoo-“
“But you weren’t there…” he tightens his hug on my waist, making me chuckle at his cute possessive act. I then pull him up and sit him in the bed while wiping his tear trails with my hand.
“I’m here now, right? So don’t cry again,” I pat his head gently and he just nods. We are quiet for a moment when I suddenly catch him yawning, “are you sleepy?”
“Yeah…” he rubs his eyes, oh, how cute! Wait, cross that, I sound like a girl.
“Go to sleep then,” I start to tuck him, but he holds onto my hand tightly.
“You won’t leave me, right, hyung?”
I shake my head, “no, in fact, I will wait here until you wake up again.”
He gives me his smile and I smile back as I watch him crawling to his -my pillows, before slipping himself under the comforter. I kick off my shoes and follow him, lying beside him with my head on the headboard.
“Hyung?”
“Hmm?”
“Could you sing the lullaby umma used to sing to me?”
I give that kind of look you give when you just feel like you’re being messed around with, but he keeps staring at me with those pleading eyes.
I sigh in defeat, who am I to decline those wishes?
“Okay, Joongie, but only some of it, okay? I don’t remember the whole thing.”
He nods again and brings Bambi to his chest before giving me his full attention, which somehow makes me nervous all of the sudden. Geez, I’m just going to sing some lullaby, there is no need to be so uneasy or anything.
“I won’t say goodbye, even though, previously, I pretended not to see you.
You’ll be fine; you’ll still be in my mind...”
Baby sky…
All the dreams and hopes made of your eyes.
Tomorrow, certainly the sky will clear up, just like you are here with me…”
Thank god, I don’t have to sing anymore, because from what I see, the kid has gone off to dream land. He must be so tired after all that crying he did. I pull his blanket up to his chin before lowering my head to the pillow beside him.
“Sleep tight, Joongie… sweet dreams…”
originally posted here.
pg-13 | au, angst, fluff | chaptered
aitakutemo beta-ed by the_ladder
"all the dreams and hopes made of your eyes..." -jung yunho, a 12-year-old boy who's only living with his 8-year-old little brother, jung jaejoong. after their parents died, they lived in the big mansion with all the riches they inherited, and learning to accept the truth and face their upcoming life on their own. they managed to survive of course, having each other by their side. but the problem doesn’t stop there. first, they had to face the fact that they would get kicked out their house and get adopted. and if that's not enough, one of them finally realizes there's something more than just brotherly love between them.
warning: incest
Chapter One
“Argh… my head…”
One thing I hate the most is waking up early, and getting a headache is one other thing- having them both together really isn’t helping! Ugh!
Oh, I haven’t introduced myself yet, where are my manners?
Yeah, I should stop right now.
My name is Jung Yunho and this year, I’m turning 13. But that’s still months away, so officially I’m still 12 and a couple months old now.
Really, who cares about that?
---knock knock
“Young Master Yunho, are you awake?”
Wait, apparently they did. Those bunch of oldies still think that I’m just a stupid kid who doesn’t know anything except those stupid retarded cartoons they keep feeding me with. Geez, what’s with people nowadays? Can’t they just mind their own business?
Oh yeah, I forgot, the world are not only made of good people.
And no, don’t even start on asking from where I got these mature-rated words. Really, I might look like one of those well-educated and good-mannered kids, but never, I repeat, never judge a book by its cover.
“Young Master Yunho?”
“Yes! I’m up!” Just stop that damn knocking already! It’s just hurting my head more!
“Breakfast will be served in ten minutes. Just come down when you’re ready!” and those words followed by footsteps echoing in the hallway.
At last, a peaceful moment.
I was just going to throw my legs to the carpet when I realize something was moving on top of my stomach. I glance down and see his arm lying on top of me. I can feel my eyes soften as I remember last night’s event.
Well, everyone, meet my one and only annoying little brother; Jung Jaejoong.
I know his name sounds weird, Jung Jae-Jung. But trust me, don’t tease him about that or you might end up, that is if you’re lucky, near deaf. Yes, people, it’s based on real experience. I mocked his name once and suddenly he threw some kind of tantrum on me, shrieking like there’s no tomorrow until I finally gave up and begged him to forgive me.
But somehow, no matter how annoying he is to me, I never have the heart to be mad at him, irritated perhaps, but never angry.
Not one time.
Sigh, maybe it’s only because he’s the only one I have left now. After our parents died in some kind of accident (from what I heard), I have no one left. We do have some relatives or whatever you call that, but they never really contact us. The last time I saw some of them was that time when they told me and my little brother the truth.
Since then, this poor thing has been having nightmares about our parents. That’s why at night he keeps coming to my room and crawling to my bed, asking me to hug him to make sure that everything’s just going to be alright.
And who am I to decline that kind of wish coming out of cute, pouty red lips and big doe-like, teary eyes? And did I mention how he looks? Here’s something to make things easier: Imagine an angel. No, I’m not joking, he really looks like one! From his so silky raven hair, down to those obsidian eyes and to his porcelain skin, he reminds me so much of our umma. She was the prettiest woman I ever laid my eyes on. I wish someday I would be lucky like appa, having a beautiful and kind wife like her. But so far, Jaejoongie is prettier than all those girls in my school…
Wait, why the heck am I talking about him?
Never mind, now I got other unimportant thing to do; school.
So then I move again, trying to move his arm carefully so I don’t wake him up or I might end up having those eyes open and making him start his pleas so that I won’t go to school and leave him alone.
Not that I’m complaining.
But he’s stayed up late last night, another reason for my headache, and I think he deserves some time to sleep. A smile makes its way onto my lips and I can’t help but to stroke his dark locks with my fingers gently.
“Sleep tight, sweet dreams, Jaejoongie… I’ll be back before you know it…”
I open my eyes and the first thing that came up to my mind is him.
“Hyung? Yunho-hyung?”
I sit up and rub my eyes slowly, trying to shoo the sleep away.
“Hyung? Where are you…?”
I grab Bambi, his Bambi, and hug her tighter as I start crying.
“Yun-no-hi-yung…”
I was writing some random words when someone knocks on my classroom door. The current teacher, Mr. Han, quickly walks to the door and opens it, revealing the current teacher on duty standing in front of him with a paper in his left hand.
“Again?” Mr. Han’s voice sounds bored and I curl one of my eyebrows, “it’s the third time this week…”
I stand up, already knowing what his words mean. I nonchalantly collect my stuff and just stuff them into my bag before walking towards him.
“Remember, Yunho,” he put his hand on my shoulder when I stop in front of him, “this can’t go on forever, you’ve been missing classes and I’m afraid that you might have some difficulties catching up.”
I look up at him and nod, “yes, I know.” In fact, I’m perfectly aware of that, but with an I.Q like mine, I shouldn’t even need to study that hard. I could be the top student if I want to, but I’m just too lazy to study. And no one ever told me that school is important, not even my own parents, so why bother?
I must sound like a spoilt thick skulled brat, huh? Believe me, I have no interest in spending my parents’ inheritance. All of it could go off anywhere, anyone could take it for all I care.
Wait, it should be used to fulfill Jaejoongie’s needs.
So then, to shorten things, here I am, standing in front of my bedroom. I had asked Aunt Hyo Hee, our baby-sitter, and she said that Jaejoong has been crying since two hours after I left. I feel so bad about leaving him alone this morning. Maybe I should’ve woken him up just to say I was going to school.
I reach for the doorknob and push the door open slowly, and there he is, on my bed, curled into a ball with my Bambi at his side, obviously still sobbing because I can hear some muffled sniffs under the blanket.
“Joongie?” I call his name as I walk closer to my bed. “Joongie? It’s me… I’m back…”
It doesn’t take too long for him to throw his blanket and run to me while shouting my name. I push out a smile to cover my frown before pulling him into my embrace; after all, I can feel my heart wrench when I see him like this, with red eyes and puffy cheeks, complete with a red nose and tear trails.
As weird as this sounds, I also feel he just looks prettier like that…
“Hyung…” his soft voice snaps me back, “you said you wouldn’t leave me alone… I’m scared…”
I stroke his dark tresses before looking down to his big eyes, “But I didn’t leave you alone, there’s Auntie Hyo Hee, Uncle Minwoo-“
“But you weren’t there…” he tightens his hug on my waist, making me chuckle at his cute possessive act. I then pull him up and sit him in the bed while wiping his tear trails with my hand.
“I’m here now, right? So don’t cry again,” I pat his head gently and he just nods. We are quiet for a moment when I suddenly catch him yawning, “are you sleepy?”
“Yeah…” he rubs his eyes, oh, how cute! Wait, cross that, I sound like a girl.
“Go to sleep then,” I start to tuck him, but he holds onto my hand tightly.
“You won’t leave me, right, hyung?”
I shake my head, “no, in fact, I will wait here until you wake up again.”
He gives me his smile and I smile back as I watch him crawling to his -my pillows, before slipping himself under the comforter. I kick off my shoes and follow him, lying beside him with my head on the headboard.
“Hyung?”
“Hmm?”
“Could you sing the lullaby umma used to sing to me?”
I give that kind of look you give when you just feel like you’re being messed around with, but he keeps staring at me with those pleading eyes.
I sigh in defeat, who am I to decline those wishes?
“Okay, Joongie, but only some of it, okay? I don’t remember the whole thing.”
He nods again and brings Bambi to his chest before giving me his full attention, which somehow makes me nervous all of the sudden. Geez, I’m just going to sing some lullaby, there is no need to be so uneasy or anything.
“I won’t say goodbye, even though, previously, I pretended not to see you.
You’ll be fine; you’ll still be in my mind...”
Baby sky…
All the dreams and hopes made of your eyes.
Tomorrow, certainly the sky will clear up, just like you are here with me…”
Thank god, I don’t have to sing anymore, because from what I see, the kid has gone off to dream land. He must be so tired after all that crying he did. I pull his blanket up to his chin before lowering my head to the pillow beside him.
“Sleep tight, Joongie… sweet dreams…”
originally posted here.