[fic] Once Upon A Time (Or Something Like That...) - 01
Title: Once Upon A Time (Or Something Like That...)
Author: April/tokkisshi (you might know me as radicalsick/iokoda/naneunpierrot)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, drabble
Warning: M-preg
Synopsis: The first of a series of JAGTD!verse drabbles. I would highly suggest you read the full author's note regarding this. ♥
once upon a time (or something like that...)
6:07PM
Jung Yunho stopped in his tracks and turned, taking another look at the digital clock hanging on the wall. It was late, too late, and a sudden panic sparked inside of him. Eyes wide and mouth agape, Yunho let slip a string of colorful curses that was only befitting of a pirate. He ran then, to the door and out into the crowded streets of downtown Seoul.
He would not live past the night if a certain someone had anything to say about it.
Yunho was antsy the entire bus ride home, knuckles pressed tight to his mouth with worry. He was late. Again. Things were so not looking well for him.
As soon as the bus stopped near his destination, Yunho continued running. He let out breathless apologies to the old lady he nearly rammed into, legs burning as they forced up uphill toward his apartment. The second he saw the familiar property, he found himself slowing down and held back by his sudden apprehension. But why prolong the inevitable?
The apartment was warm and strangely welcoming when he stepped inside, the sound of muted laughter and young life relaxing muscles he didn’t know were tense. Toys were strewn all over the floor and so was dirty laundry, things he remembered that he was supposed to clean but had yet to seize the opportunity. Letting out a long, heavy breath, Yunho slipped his jacket onto the coat rack by the door and started cleaning up the mess.
Maybe, if Yunho was lucky, then he could have it mostly done by the time Jaejoong realized he was home, and maybe, he would live long enough to kiss his boys goodnight.
Unfortunately, things were never that easy. The second Yunho stood with his arms full of toys and dirty laundry, a far from content Jaejoong stood leaning in the doorway, arms folded across his chest and lips pressed tight together in a frown. “You’re late,” the man said simply, countenance carefully devoid. But Yunho didn’t have to be a mind reader to know his boyfriend of 4 years was upset.
“I know, I’m sorry,” Yunho said pathetically, throwing the clothes in the nearby washing machine. Jaejoong watched him, eyes glinting with a twisted satisfaction as Yunho do his best to appease him.
“Don’t apologize to me,” Jaejoong murmured, and Yunho stopped short at the lack of explosive anger. “Apologize to your sons. They were the ones stuck waiting outside for an hour on their father that never came.”
Turning on his heel, Jaejoong marched back into the living room where the boys were entertained with cartoons. Yunho joined them a handful of minutes later, coddling his boys and making sure they knew how much he loved them. Yunhwa and Jaeyoung were precious, the things that meant the most to him more than anything else in this life. The fact he had so easily let them down made his heart hurt, a searing pain in his chest that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times Yunhwa laughed or Jaeyoung said he loved his daddy.
That night Yunho made it up to Jaejoong by worshiping him from head to toe and then some. He never complained, not once, and Yunho considered himself a very lucky man to be alive.
Author: April/tokkisshi (you might know me as radicalsick/iokoda/naneunpierrot)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, drabble
Warning: M-preg
Synopsis: The first of a series of JAGTD!verse drabbles. I would highly suggest you read the full author's note regarding this. ♥
once upon a time (or something like that...)
6:07PM
Jung Yunho stopped in his tracks and turned, taking another look at the digital clock hanging on the wall. It was late, too late, and a sudden panic sparked inside of him. Eyes wide and mouth agape, Yunho let slip a string of colorful curses that was only befitting of a pirate. He ran then, to the door and out into the crowded streets of downtown Seoul.
He would not live past the night if a certain someone had anything to say about it.
Yunho was antsy the entire bus ride home, knuckles pressed tight to his mouth with worry. He was late. Again. Things were so not looking well for him.
As soon as the bus stopped near his destination, Yunho continued running. He let out breathless apologies to the old lady he nearly rammed into, legs burning as they forced up uphill toward his apartment. The second he saw the familiar property, he found himself slowing down and held back by his sudden apprehension. But why prolong the inevitable?
The apartment was warm and strangely welcoming when he stepped inside, the sound of muted laughter and young life relaxing muscles he didn’t know were tense. Toys were strewn all over the floor and so was dirty laundry, things he remembered that he was supposed to clean but had yet to seize the opportunity. Letting out a long, heavy breath, Yunho slipped his jacket onto the coat rack by the door and started cleaning up the mess.
Maybe, if Yunho was lucky, then he could have it mostly done by the time Jaejoong realized he was home, and maybe, he would live long enough to kiss his boys goodnight.
Unfortunately, things were never that easy. The second Yunho stood with his arms full of toys and dirty laundry, a far from content Jaejoong stood leaning in the doorway, arms folded across his chest and lips pressed tight together in a frown. “You’re late,” the man said simply, countenance carefully devoid. But Yunho didn’t have to be a mind reader to know his boyfriend of 4 years was upset.
“I know, I’m sorry,” Yunho said pathetically, throwing the clothes in the nearby washing machine. Jaejoong watched him, eyes glinting with a twisted satisfaction as Yunho do his best to appease him.
“Don’t apologize to me,” Jaejoong murmured, and Yunho stopped short at the lack of explosive anger. “Apologize to your sons. They were the ones stuck waiting outside for an hour on their father that never came.”
Turning on his heel, Jaejoong marched back into the living room where the boys were entertained with cartoons. Yunho joined them a handful of minutes later, coddling his boys and making sure they knew how much he loved them. Yunhwa and Jaeyoung were precious, the things that meant the most to him more than anything else in this life. The fact he had so easily let them down made his heart hurt, a searing pain in his chest that wouldn’t go away no matter how many times Yunhwa laughed or Jaeyoung said he loved his daddy.
That night Yunho made it up to Jaejoong by worshiping him from head to toe and then some. He never complained, not once, and Yunho considered himself a very lucky man to be alive.