Slice of Heaven
Title: Slice of Heaven
Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They aren't mine
Summary: Yunho goes to Evergreen Bakery for the coffee ... honest. But today, he learns something new about the sexy pastry chef and falls even more in love.
A/N: Happy Birthday to dokssuri whom I love and who loves 2U the most.
Yunho noticed right away that Yoochun was not having a good day. The man still smiled at him when he walked into the Evergreen Bakery, still said hello to him, and still immediately started on Yunho’s vanilla iced coffee. But his long hair was frazzled, lengths escaping the red tie holding it into a ponytail. The black apron was tied haphazardly, and there was actually flour on his cheek and scattered on one side of his jeans. There was a tightness to his eyes that said the man hadn’t had his daily dose of caffeine, and his eyes darted around the cafe quickly.
Yunho wanted to ask what was wrong, but felt it wasn’t his place. He was only a customer. A good one. A frequent one. But that had a lot more to do with that fact that he wanted to slide his fingers along Yoochun’s cheeks and kiss away the slightly panicked look on his face than them being more than customer-worker.
Although, considering, that might make Yoochun’s disheveled state worse. Yunho was pretty sure the other would not welcome a kiss from another man.
Something smacked into the back of his legs just as he was reaching for the coffee and he quickly put a hand to the counter to steady himself, falling forward. Yoochun’s free hand reached up and held his shoulder, putting their faces very close. Their eyes met and the moment went away at the screech from below him.
“DADDY!”
Yoochun winced, but managed to pull away and steady Yunho and keep a hold of his coffee all at once.
A tug on his shirt reminded him of the concrete-something that slammed into his legs. Yunho looked down and right into wide eyes, tears clinging to long lashes, a finger in her mouth. Her black hair was a mess, the buttons on her dress half undone. She was only wearing one sock.
Yunho smiled and said hello.
A pout formed around the finger.
“Sorry,” Yoochun said. “The babysitter is sick and ... I couldn’t find anyone else at so short of notice and so early in the morning.”
Yunho smiled at Yoochun, the frazzled look suddenly explained. “I didn’t know you had a kid.”
“Yeah, uh ... “
Yunho used the counter to crouch down to the girl’s level. “Hi. My name is Yunho. What’s your name?”
She mumbled something around her finger.
“Sooyoung,” Yoochun supplied.
“Where did you come from?”
Her finger left her mouth only long enough to say, “Daddy found me on the street.”
Yoochun winced. “I need to stop telling people that where she can hear.”
Yunho chuckled.
“Sooyoung, what are you doing? You promised to sit at the table and be good, didn’t you?”
Sooyoung nodded.
“Is rushing up to customers and crying being good?”
Sooyoung shook her head.
“Right. Go back to your table. I will sit with you when I have time.”
Sooyoung tugged on Yunho’s shirt, eyes shining with earnest and hope. “He sit.”
“No. Yunho-shi does not have time to sit with you.”
Yunho’s smile widened. “Yes, I do.”
“Don’t you have class?”
Yunho’s heart fluttered that Yoochun remembered his schedule and he shook his head. “My teacher must be related to your babysitter. He cancelled class today.”
Yoochun frowned. “You don’t have to sit with her.”
“I’d love to, actually,” Yunho said and stood up. “I love kids.” He held out his hand and Sooyoung grabbed it. “Take me to your table, princess.”
“Oh god, don’t call her that,” Yoochun muttered just as the bell above the door went off, signifying another customer.
Yunho let himself be led to a corner table. There were pages spread around it, crayons and pencils in disarray. Sooyoung pointed at the bench for him to sit and then climbed up into his lap, and Yunho wrapped his arms around her. She held up a picture of what looked like a piece of cake.
“Pretty. Can I eat it?”
She stared at him, smiled around her finger and shook her head.
“Can I draw one?”
Her eyes widened and she nodded quickly. Yunho laughed. He managed to get a few sips of coffee while coloring a cupcake, decorated with hearts and stars and cats, because Sooyoung wanted cats. It took awhile but eventually, the girl started talking to him, blabbering in her young toddler language. He managed to understand most of it. He had only meant to sit at the bakery for long enough to drink his coffee and then go home and use his free time to study for a calculus exam.
Sitting with Yoochun’s daughter and coloring were more important than that.
He tried not to think about what this meant though. Yunho had been coming to his Evergreen Bakery since he discovered it almost three years ago, even before he started college. The coffee was delicious, the baked goods were heavenly, and the owner was probably one the hottest guys Yunho had ever seen.
And now here he was with a little girl. Which probably meant there was a wife or a girlfriend somewhere, and Yunho frowned.
“No sad!” Sooyoung demanded and grabbed his lips with pudgy fingers.
“Ow!” Yunho said and then tried to bite them when Sooyoung looked worried. She squealed and laughed and wiggled in Yunho’s lap.
“God, I’m sorry,” Yoochun suddenly said, sliding into the other side of the booth. He had brought with him some sort of creamy strawberry concoction.
“Cake!”
“Sooyoung, what is it called?”
The girl scrunched her face up and said, “Mill-fill.”
“Close enough,” Yoochun said with a smile and handed her a spoon. He started cleaning up the papers and the crayons. “I’m really sorry,” he said again.
Yunho smiled. “It’s okay. Trust me. Better than studying calculus, which is what I was going to do with my morning. She’s adorable.”
Yoochun smiled. “She can be.”
“How old is she?”
“Almost five. Almost time to start school.”
“That old? She doesn’t talk much.”
“No, but she’s smart.” Yoochun sighed. “She doesn’t always have a lot of other children to talk with.”
“Only child?”
Yoochun snorted. “Yes. Thankfully. You’re good with her.”
“I have an older sister that has three of them. All girls. And one of my best friends has eight older sisters and they all have kids. I babysit a lot.”
Yoochun smiled. “I never would have thought.”
“I never would have thought you had a kid.”
Yoochun winced again.
“Your hair is a mess,” Yunho said.
Yoochun sighed. “Yeah.” He pulled it from the tie, a tie that Yunho noted had a plastic heart on it and then ran his fingers through his hair, head tilted back, Adam’s apple bobbing, collarbones sticking out from his t-shirt.
Yunho’s mouth went dry and he tried to lick his lips, watching as Yoochun finger-combed his hair, the ends brushing below his shoulders. It was only a moment later that Yoochun gathered it all back up and put it back in the tie.
And their eyes met and Yunho swallowed roughly and tried to look away or even say something that saved him from the moment because he was obviously staring and the way Yoochun was looking at him was guarded, unsure.
A glomp of cool cream landed on Yoochun’s cheek and he flinched.
“Sooyoung!”
“Sorry!” she said and hid in Yunho’s chest. “Not mean to, no, no.”
Yoochun shut his eyes and took a deep breath.
Yunho chuckled, reached over with a finger and wiped the cream from his cheek. Daring, stupid, stupid stupid, he stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean.
The guarded look in Yoochun’s eyes melted into a look of heat that had Yunho fighting off a very inappropriate reaction with the girl in his lap.
“Yunho-oppa eat!” Sooyoung said, bringing the spoon covered in cream at Yunho’s face. He managed to grip her wrist before it splattered against his skin.
Yunho smiled at her and took the bite of cake, eyes shutting in bliss. “God, you’re good at this.”
Yoochun cleared his throat. “Thanks. My mom taught me to bake and I went to a culinary school that specialized in pastry.”
“You don’t look old enough to have done that.”
Yoochun smiled. “I’m thirty-five.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“I am.”
Yunho frowned. That made Yoochun thirteen years older than him. His chances were slowly swirling away.
“Not sad!” Sooyoung said and grabbed Yunho’s lips with sticky fingers.
“Aish, shit, um shoot, um. Sooyoung!”
But Yunho only laughed and pressed a sticky kiss to her cheek. She smiled around a strawberry in her mouth.
“Her mother ... well, it was a whirlwind of a mistake,” Yoochun said. “I had just opened this place and she was a family friend, hellbent on cashing in. I didn’t know, and woke up one morning in her bed.”
Yunho’s eyes widened. “She ...”
“Drugged me. Yup. I was furious, of course, and stopped talking to her, her family. Ten months later I found Sooyoung right here, at the door of the bakery with a note and paternity results.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. My mom and brother really helped out the first few years. I would have lost the bakery if my mom hadn’t been her caregiver for the first six months. But enough about my cliche drama life. What are you studying?”
Yunho swallowed and managed to say, “I’m majoring in Environmental Engineering, and I’m going to law school. Family of lawyers. Even if my father hates that I want to focus on environmental law. Plants and animals can’t protect themselves from us.”
Yoochun smiled. “That’s sweet.”
Yunho blushed and cursed himself in his head.
“So you’re what? Twenty-five?”
Yunho winced and muttered, “Twenty-two.”
“You look older.”
“You look younger.”
Yoochun laughed. “I know. I’m lucky. Perpetual youth, as my mother calls it. But I got it from her. She only looks forty.”
The bells rang above the door, and Yoochun smiled before getting up and going to help a group of high school girls who were swooning at Yoochun probably just as bad as Yunho was.
“Daddy like you,” Sooyoung said.
Yunho looked down at her.
“You like daddy?”
Yunho looked back up at Yoochun, at the smile on his face and the way he brushed a loose hair away from his face. Their eyes met and Yoochun smiled before turning to make some coffee. Yunho had a hard time talking, but managed to say, “Yeah. Yeah, I like him.”
An hour later, a woman walked in that looked so much like Yoochun that Yunho had to blink and do a double take. Yoochun smiled at her, praised her perfect timing and motioned to their table.
“This is my mom,” Yoochun called and Yunho bowed his head and said hello. He couldn’t stand, Sooyoung was asleep in his arms.
She smiled at him and sat down. “Hi. Yoochun said that an attractive angel from heaven was babysitting. I see what he means.”
Yunho’s mouth dropped open and his eyes widened.
She laughed. “Don’t tell him I told you that. He’s talked about you before, but for reasons that are sitting in your arms, he doesn’t date and I hate that. He deserves someone in his life, and while that might not end up being you, I still think you should ask him out, if you’re interested.”
Yunho swallowed.
“You are interested, aren’t you? The things he says seem to show that you are.”
Yunho nodded quickly. “But ...”
“But what?”
“He ... I ... ages ... not ...”
His mom laughed. “Yeah, he’s worried because of the age gap, but don’t worry too much about it. He still likes you.”
Yunho swallowed again.
“So, I’m going to take my granddaughter and get out of here and I want--no, I expect you to ask him out.”
Yunho nodded.
She smiled and stood up and leaned over them. Sooyoung woke up as she was passed over, and she mumbled. “Gramma, hi. Yunho-oppa nice.”
“Is he?”
“So nice. He likes Daddy. Daddy nice, too.”
She chuckled and pressed a kiss to her hair. “It was nice meeting you, Yunho-shi.”
“You, too.”
Yunho sat and watched them leave, at Sooyoung waving a tired goodbye to her daddy. Yoochun smiled over at him and continued making coffee for his rush of afternoon customers.
Yunho gathered up the pages they had colored, putting them all in a pile. He returned the crayons to the box, wiping off some of the stickier ones. He tried to formulate a way to ask Yoochun out. His mother had more or less assured him that Yoochun would say yes. He took out a yellow crayon and drew flowers all over a discarded picture of a tree.
“Here,” Yoochun said and placed a piece of yellow cake in front of him. “You’re probably starving and all I have to offer is dessert.”
Yunho smiled up at him and said thank you.
“Pretty,” Yoochun said, looking down at his artwork that had escalated into pink and purple flowers and a few things that were supposed to be birds. And then he looked up and met Yunho’s eyes. “Very pretty.”
Yunho swallowed deeply and met the guarded yet hopeful look in Yoochun’s eyes.
“I close in an hour,” Yoochun said.
Yunho started. It was that late already?”
Yoochun chuckled. “Stay? I’ll treat you to dinner, to pay for the babysitting.”
Yunho swallowed again, and managed to choke out a “Yeah, okay.”
Yoochun smiled at him again and left him at the table, probably to go clean up.
Oh god. Yunho tried not to panic. He’d been fantasizing about the bakery owner for at least two years. He thought of texting Jaejoong, but knew he’d get shoved into a conversation worse than any cross examination his prosecutor father could think up.
He ate the cake, a lemon hint of heaven mixed with mint and creamy frosting. He watched Yoochun and tried not to make it look like he was watching Yoochun. The man went through closing procedures efficiently, quickly, storing unsold desserts for tomorrow and wiping down counters and cupboards. He disappeared into the back for the last few minutes of store hours, and returned without an apron on, and Yunho licked his lips. In just faded jeans and a white t-shirt, Yoochun was probably the sexiest thing Yunho had ever seen. He was skinny, body toned, broad shoulders, and his long hair.
Yunho bit his lip against a whimper.
Yoochun smiled at him as he locked the door and flipped the open sign off. “Give me twenty minutes.”
Yunho nodded.
Yoochun went to the register and counted the money. He went in the back again. The lights went off around him and Yoochun returned. In a faded, soft, brown leather jacket and Yunho was so far gone in love.
“Let’s go,” Yoochun said, and Yunho stood up.
“I ... I ... wait,” Yunho muttered.
Yoochun turned and frowned at him, confused.
With a deep breath, Yunho said, “I don’t want to go to dinner with you to pay for babysitting.”
Yoochun crossed his arms, making his collarbones stick out and Yunho’s eyes went right to them and he had to mentally shake himself and focus back on Yoochun’s eyes, though that wasn’t much better. He had gorgeous eyes.
Yunho took a couple of steps closer despite Yoochun’s obvious defensive stance. He swallowed deeply and said, “I want ... just dinner. To go out to dinner with you. No reason. No ... no payback. I want to go to dinner with you. Please.”
Yoochun stared at him for a moment and then he smiled and the dimples on his cheeks had Yunho’s heart fluttering and his brain soaring into the clouds.
“You want a date?” Yoochun asked.
Yunho nodded. “Yes. A date. A dinner ... with you.”
Yoochun laughed. “Okay. Let’s go on a date.”
Yunho exhaled and Yoochun chuckled again. He moved closer and reached up to touch Yunho’s face. “Don’t be so surprised,” Yoochun said. “You’re not the only one that looks forward to you coming into this bakery every day, but I just thought you liked my coffee.”
“I do. I do ... but ... I like you, too.”
Yoochun stepped closer, hand dropping to Yunho’s shoulder, and said, “I don’t date. I have a daughter to think of who will always come first in my heart and in my life. I’ve thought of asking you out, but I wasn’t sure what your reaction would be to Sooyoung.”
“She’s adorable.”
“So are you,” Yoochun said. “Sweet. Like pastry.”
Yunho laughed and finally relaxed enough to put his arms around Yoochun’s thin waist, sliding his hands under the jacket to his back, and pulling him closer.
“Do you mind if I consider the last few months of you coming into this cafe for coffee as dates?”
Yunho tilted his head in question.
Yoochun grinned. “I don’t kiss on the first date, but I really really want you to kiss me.”
Yunho laughed and tightened his hold with one arm and lifted the other hand to Yoochun’s neck, sliding fingers along his skin and to his hair. Yoochun tilted his head up and Yunho leaned down. He pressed their lips together in a soft brush. Yoochun’s pouty lower lip nestled between his for a moment, and then his mouth opened and Yunho moaned, offering his mouth and then his tongue for Yoochun’s exploration. Fingers carded through his hair, held him steady, and their bodies molded. Yunho held him tightly, kissing with his eyes shut and almost whimpering from how incredibly perfect Yoochun fit in his arms.
Yunho had no idea how long it was until Yoochun reluctantly pulled away, gasping lightly against his lips.
“God, you’re delicious. Sweet. Like rich chocolate mousse.”
Yunho laughed. “Am I setting myself up to a lifetime of being compared to desserts?”
Yoochun smirked. “Complaining?”
“Nope. As long as I get to taste you, too.”
“Now that I definitely don’t do on a first date.”
“Technically, we haven’t even gone on a date, so ...”
“Come on, Cupcake,” Yoochun said with a laugh and twisted his body.
Yunho moaned at the feel of him hard on his hips, and their lips met again for another long kiss.
“Let me take you to dinner and get this first date thing out of the way, so we can go on our second date tonight, too.”
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A/N: Found the perfect gif to explain the future of this world.
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Pairing: Yunho/Yoochun
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They aren't mine
Summary: Yunho goes to Evergreen Bakery for the coffee ... honest. But today, he learns something new about the sexy pastry chef and falls even more in love.
A/N: Happy Birthday to dokssuri whom I love and who loves 2U the most.
Yunho noticed right away that Yoochun was not having a good day. The man still smiled at him when he walked into the Evergreen Bakery, still said hello to him, and still immediately started on Yunho’s vanilla iced coffee. But his long hair was frazzled, lengths escaping the red tie holding it into a ponytail. The black apron was tied haphazardly, and there was actually flour on his cheek and scattered on one side of his jeans. There was a tightness to his eyes that said the man hadn’t had his daily dose of caffeine, and his eyes darted around the cafe quickly.
Yunho wanted to ask what was wrong, but felt it wasn’t his place. He was only a customer. A good one. A frequent one. But that had a lot more to do with that fact that he wanted to slide his fingers along Yoochun’s cheeks and kiss away the slightly panicked look on his face than them being more than customer-worker.
Although, considering, that might make Yoochun’s disheveled state worse. Yunho was pretty sure the other would not welcome a kiss from another man.
Something smacked into the back of his legs just as he was reaching for the coffee and he quickly put a hand to the counter to steady himself, falling forward. Yoochun’s free hand reached up and held his shoulder, putting their faces very close. Their eyes met and the moment went away at the screech from below him.
“DADDY!”
Yoochun winced, but managed to pull away and steady Yunho and keep a hold of his coffee all at once.
A tug on his shirt reminded him of the concrete-something that slammed into his legs. Yunho looked down and right into wide eyes, tears clinging to long lashes, a finger in her mouth. Her black hair was a mess, the buttons on her dress half undone. She was only wearing one sock.
Yunho smiled and said hello.
A pout formed around the finger.
“Sorry,” Yoochun said. “The babysitter is sick and ... I couldn’t find anyone else at so short of notice and so early in the morning.”
Yunho smiled at Yoochun, the frazzled look suddenly explained. “I didn’t know you had a kid.”
“Yeah, uh ... “
Yunho used the counter to crouch down to the girl’s level. “Hi. My name is Yunho. What’s your name?”
She mumbled something around her finger.
“Sooyoung,” Yoochun supplied.
“Where did you come from?”
Her finger left her mouth only long enough to say, “Daddy found me on the street.”
Yoochun winced. “I need to stop telling people that where she can hear.”
Yunho chuckled.
“Sooyoung, what are you doing? You promised to sit at the table and be good, didn’t you?”
Sooyoung nodded.
“Is rushing up to customers and crying being good?”
Sooyoung shook her head.
“Right. Go back to your table. I will sit with you when I have time.”
Sooyoung tugged on Yunho’s shirt, eyes shining with earnest and hope. “He sit.”
“No. Yunho-shi does not have time to sit with you.”
Yunho’s smile widened. “Yes, I do.”
“Don’t you have class?”
Yunho’s heart fluttered that Yoochun remembered his schedule and he shook his head. “My teacher must be related to your babysitter. He cancelled class today.”
Yoochun frowned. “You don’t have to sit with her.”
“I’d love to, actually,” Yunho said and stood up. “I love kids.” He held out his hand and Sooyoung grabbed it. “Take me to your table, princess.”
“Oh god, don’t call her that,” Yoochun muttered just as the bell above the door went off, signifying another customer.
Yunho let himself be led to a corner table. There were pages spread around it, crayons and pencils in disarray. Sooyoung pointed at the bench for him to sit and then climbed up into his lap, and Yunho wrapped his arms around her. She held up a picture of what looked like a piece of cake.
“Pretty. Can I eat it?”
She stared at him, smiled around her finger and shook her head.
“Can I draw one?”
Her eyes widened and she nodded quickly. Yunho laughed. He managed to get a few sips of coffee while coloring a cupcake, decorated with hearts and stars and cats, because Sooyoung wanted cats. It took awhile but eventually, the girl started talking to him, blabbering in her young toddler language. He managed to understand most of it. He had only meant to sit at the bakery for long enough to drink his coffee and then go home and use his free time to study for a calculus exam.
Sitting with Yoochun’s daughter and coloring were more important than that.
He tried not to think about what this meant though. Yunho had been coming to his Evergreen Bakery since he discovered it almost three years ago, even before he started college. The coffee was delicious, the baked goods were heavenly, and the owner was probably one the hottest guys Yunho had ever seen.
And now here he was with a little girl. Which probably meant there was a wife or a girlfriend somewhere, and Yunho frowned.
“No sad!” Sooyoung demanded and grabbed his lips with pudgy fingers.
“Ow!” Yunho said and then tried to bite them when Sooyoung looked worried. She squealed and laughed and wiggled in Yunho’s lap.
“God, I’m sorry,” Yoochun suddenly said, sliding into the other side of the booth. He had brought with him some sort of creamy strawberry concoction.
“Cake!”
“Sooyoung, what is it called?”
The girl scrunched her face up and said, “Mill-fill.”
“Close enough,” Yoochun said with a smile and handed her a spoon. He started cleaning up the papers and the crayons. “I’m really sorry,” he said again.
Yunho smiled. “It’s okay. Trust me. Better than studying calculus, which is what I was going to do with my morning. She’s adorable.”
Yoochun smiled. “She can be.”
“How old is she?”
“Almost five. Almost time to start school.”
“That old? She doesn’t talk much.”
“No, but she’s smart.” Yoochun sighed. “She doesn’t always have a lot of other children to talk with.”
“Only child?”
Yoochun snorted. “Yes. Thankfully. You’re good with her.”
“I have an older sister that has three of them. All girls. And one of my best friends has eight older sisters and they all have kids. I babysit a lot.”
Yoochun smiled. “I never would have thought.”
“I never would have thought you had a kid.”
Yoochun winced again.
“Your hair is a mess,” Yunho said.
Yoochun sighed. “Yeah.” He pulled it from the tie, a tie that Yunho noted had a plastic heart on it and then ran his fingers through his hair, head tilted back, Adam’s apple bobbing, collarbones sticking out from his t-shirt.
Yunho’s mouth went dry and he tried to lick his lips, watching as Yoochun finger-combed his hair, the ends brushing below his shoulders. It was only a moment later that Yoochun gathered it all back up and put it back in the tie.
And their eyes met and Yunho swallowed roughly and tried to look away or even say something that saved him from the moment because he was obviously staring and the way Yoochun was looking at him was guarded, unsure.
A glomp of cool cream landed on Yoochun’s cheek and he flinched.
“Sooyoung!”
“Sorry!” she said and hid in Yunho’s chest. “Not mean to, no, no.”
Yoochun shut his eyes and took a deep breath.
Yunho chuckled, reached over with a finger and wiped the cream from his cheek. Daring, stupid, stupid stupid, he stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean.
The guarded look in Yoochun’s eyes melted into a look of heat that had Yunho fighting off a very inappropriate reaction with the girl in his lap.
“Yunho-oppa eat!” Sooyoung said, bringing the spoon covered in cream at Yunho’s face. He managed to grip her wrist before it splattered against his skin.
Yunho smiled at her and took the bite of cake, eyes shutting in bliss. “God, you’re good at this.”
Yoochun cleared his throat. “Thanks. My mom taught me to bake and I went to a culinary school that specialized in pastry.”
“You don’t look old enough to have done that.”
Yoochun smiled. “I’m thirty-five.”
“No, you aren’t.”
“I am.”
Yunho frowned. That made Yoochun thirteen years older than him. His chances were slowly swirling away.
“Not sad!” Sooyoung said and grabbed Yunho’s lips with sticky fingers.
“Aish, shit, um shoot, um. Sooyoung!”
But Yunho only laughed and pressed a sticky kiss to her cheek. She smiled around a strawberry in her mouth.
“Her mother ... well, it was a whirlwind of a mistake,” Yoochun said. “I had just opened this place and she was a family friend, hellbent on cashing in. I didn’t know, and woke up one morning in her bed.”
Yunho’s eyes widened. “She ...”
“Drugged me. Yup. I was furious, of course, and stopped talking to her, her family. Ten months later I found Sooyoung right here, at the door of the bakery with a note and paternity results.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. My mom and brother really helped out the first few years. I would have lost the bakery if my mom hadn’t been her caregiver for the first six months. But enough about my cliche drama life. What are you studying?”
Yunho swallowed and managed to say, “I’m majoring in Environmental Engineering, and I’m going to law school. Family of lawyers. Even if my father hates that I want to focus on environmental law. Plants and animals can’t protect themselves from us.”
Yoochun smiled. “That’s sweet.”
Yunho blushed and cursed himself in his head.
“So you’re what? Twenty-five?”
Yunho winced and muttered, “Twenty-two.”
“You look older.”
“You look younger.”
Yoochun laughed. “I know. I’m lucky. Perpetual youth, as my mother calls it. But I got it from her. She only looks forty.”
The bells rang above the door, and Yoochun smiled before getting up and going to help a group of high school girls who were swooning at Yoochun probably just as bad as Yunho was.
“Daddy like you,” Sooyoung said.
Yunho looked down at her.
“You like daddy?”
Yunho looked back up at Yoochun, at the smile on his face and the way he brushed a loose hair away from his face. Their eyes met and Yoochun smiled before turning to make some coffee. Yunho had a hard time talking, but managed to say, “Yeah. Yeah, I like him.”
An hour later, a woman walked in that looked so much like Yoochun that Yunho had to blink and do a double take. Yoochun smiled at her, praised her perfect timing and motioned to their table.
“This is my mom,” Yoochun called and Yunho bowed his head and said hello. He couldn’t stand, Sooyoung was asleep in his arms.
She smiled at him and sat down. “Hi. Yoochun said that an attractive angel from heaven was babysitting. I see what he means.”
Yunho’s mouth dropped open and his eyes widened.
She laughed. “Don’t tell him I told you that. He’s talked about you before, but for reasons that are sitting in your arms, he doesn’t date and I hate that. He deserves someone in his life, and while that might not end up being you, I still think you should ask him out, if you’re interested.”
Yunho swallowed.
“You are interested, aren’t you? The things he says seem to show that you are.”
Yunho nodded quickly. “But ...”
“But what?”
“He ... I ... ages ... not ...”
His mom laughed. “Yeah, he’s worried because of the age gap, but don’t worry too much about it. He still likes you.”
Yunho swallowed again.
“So, I’m going to take my granddaughter and get out of here and I want--no, I expect you to ask him out.”
Yunho nodded.
She smiled and stood up and leaned over them. Sooyoung woke up as she was passed over, and she mumbled. “Gramma, hi. Yunho-oppa nice.”
“Is he?”
“So nice. He likes Daddy. Daddy nice, too.”
She chuckled and pressed a kiss to her hair. “It was nice meeting you, Yunho-shi.”
“You, too.”
Yunho sat and watched them leave, at Sooyoung waving a tired goodbye to her daddy. Yoochun smiled over at him and continued making coffee for his rush of afternoon customers.
Yunho gathered up the pages they had colored, putting them all in a pile. He returned the crayons to the box, wiping off some of the stickier ones. He tried to formulate a way to ask Yoochun out. His mother had more or less assured him that Yoochun would say yes. He took out a yellow crayon and drew flowers all over a discarded picture of a tree.
“Here,” Yoochun said and placed a piece of yellow cake in front of him. “You’re probably starving and all I have to offer is dessert.”
Yunho smiled up at him and said thank you.
“Pretty,” Yoochun said, looking down at his artwork that had escalated into pink and purple flowers and a few things that were supposed to be birds. And then he looked up and met Yunho’s eyes. “Very pretty.”
Yunho swallowed deeply and met the guarded yet hopeful look in Yoochun’s eyes.
“I close in an hour,” Yoochun said.
Yunho started. It was that late already?”
Yoochun chuckled. “Stay? I’ll treat you to dinner, to pay for the babysitting.”
Yunho swallowed again, and managed to choke out a “Yeah, okay.”
Yoochun smiled at him again and left him at the table, probably to go clean up.
Oh god. Yunho tried not to panic. He’d been fantasizing about the bakery owner for at least two years. He thought of texting Jaejoong, but knew he’d get shoved into a conversation worse than any cross examination his prosecutor father could think up.
He ate the cake, a lemon hint of heaven mixed with mint and creamy frosting. He watched Yoochun and tried not to make it look like he was watching Yoochun. The man went through closing procedures efficiently, quickly, storing unsold desserts for tomorrow and wiping down counters and cupboards. He disappeared into the back for the last few minutes of store hours, and returned without an apron on, and Yunho licked his lips. In just faded jeans and a white t-shirt, Yoochun was probably the sexiest thing Yunho had ever seen. He was skinny, body toned, broad shoulders, and his long hair.
Yunho bit his lip against a whimper.
Yoochun smiled at him as he locked the door and flipped the open sign off. “Give me twenty minutes.”
Yunho nodded.
Yoochun went to the register and counted the money. He went in the back again. The lights went off around him and Yoochun returned. In a faded, soft, brown leather jacket and Yunho was so far gone in love.
“Let’s go,” Yoochun said, and Yunho stood up.
“I ... I ... wait,” Yunho muttered.
Yoochun turned and frowned at him, confused.
With a deep breath, Yunho said, “I don’t want to go to dinner with you to pay for babysitting.”
Yoochun crossed his arms, making his collarbones stick out and Yunho’s eyes went right to them and he had to mentally shake himself and focus back on Yoochun’s eyes, though that wasn’t much better. He had gorgeous eyes.
Yunho took a couple of steps closer despite Yoochun’s obvious defensive stance. He swallowed deeply and said, “I want ... just dinner. To go out to dinner with you. No reason. No ... no payback. I want to go to dinner with you. Please.”
Yoochun stared at him for a moment and then he smiled and the dimples on his cheeks had Yunho’s heart fluttering and his brain soaring into the clouds.
“You want a date?” Yoochun asked.
Yunho nodded. “Yes. A date. A dinner ... with you.”
Yoochun laughed. “Okay. Let’s go on a date.”
Yunho exhaled and Yoochun chuckled again. He moved closer and reached up to touch Yunho’s face. “Don’t be so surprised,” Yoochun said. “You’re not the only one that looks forward to you coming into this bakery every day, but I just thought you liked my coffee.”
“I do. I do ... but ... I like you, too.”
Yoochun stepped closer, hand dropping to Yunho’s shoulder, and said, “I don’t date. I have a daughter to think of who will always come first in my heart and in my life. I’ve thought of asking you out, but I wasn’t sure what your reaction would be to Sooyoung.”
“She’s adorable.”
“So are you,” Yoochun said. “Sweet. Like pastry.”
Yunho laughed and finally relaxed enough to put his arms around Yoochun’s thin waist, sliding his hands under the jacket to his back, and pulling him closer.
“Do you mind if I consider the last few months of you coming into this cafe for coffee as dates?”
Yunho tilted his head in question.
Yoochun grinned. “I don’t kiss on the first date, but I really really want you to kiss me.”
Yunho laughed and tightened his hold with one arm and lifted the other hand to Yoochun’s neck, sliding fingers along his skin and to his hair. Yoochun tilted his head up and Yunho leaned down. He pressed their lips together in a soft brush. Yoochun’s pouty lower lip nestled between his for a moment, and then his mouth opened and Yunho moaned, offering his mouth and then his tongue for Yoochun’s exploration. Fingers carded through his hair, held him steady, and their bodies molded. Yunho held him tightly, kissing with his eyes shut and almost whimpering from how incredibly perfect Yoochun fit in his arms.
Yunho had no idea how long it was until Yoochun reluctantly pulled away, gasping lightly against his lips.
“God, you’re delicious. Sweet. Like rich chocolate mousse.”
Yunho laughed. “Am I setting myself up to a lifetime of being compared to desserts?”
Yoochun smirked. “Complaining?”
“Nope. As long as I get to taste you, too.”
“Now that I definitely don’t do on a first date.”
“Technically, we haven’t even gone on a date, so ...”
“Come on, Cupcake,” Yoochun said with a laugh and twisted his body.
Yunho moaned at the feel of him hard on his hips, and their lips met again for another long kiss.
“Let me take you to dinner and get this first date thing out of the way, so we can go on our second date tonight, too.”
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A/N: Found the perfect gif to explain the future of this world.
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