Domestic Dreams (and Disasters) Epilogue
Title: Domestic Dreams (and Disasters) Epilogue
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Once again, YunJae owns my soul. I belong to them more than they belong to me.
Summary: Yunho is 42 and completely unattainable. But that doesn't stop 19-year-old Jaejoong from dreaming about him. Things are complicated because Yunho has 4 kids and an evil sister (or so Yoochun claims). Jaejoong isn't sure he can handle the responsibility especially since Yunho's oldest daughter is almost as old as Jaejoong is.
A/N: This fluffy sappy YunJae fic is again inspired by this picture
I wrote this 100 word drabble about it and the idea WILL NOT leave me alone.
A/N 2: Okay. No more of this fic. I need to finish the epilogue to A Knight of Fire.
Epilogue:
1 year later
“Is Jaejoong-hyung my new mommy?”
Yunho froze, and then cleared his throat as he tucked the blanket against Minho’s chin. He had no idea how to answer that question. He reached for Minho’s stuffed dinosaur to cover up his pause.
“Aunt Jihye says we need a new mommy,” Seungho said from the other bed.
Yunho sighed. He was going to have to talk to his sister about that. “Jaejoong is not your new mommy because mommies are girls, and Jaejoong is a man.”
“So ... do we have two daddies?” Minho asked.
“Not technically,” Yunho muttered.
“I really like him,” Seungho said. “He’s really nice. He cooks good.”
Yunho smiled. “I know.”
“But he always leaves,” Minho added.
“That’s because he doesn’t live with us,” Seungho said. “Remember his apartment? He lives with Yoochun-hyung.”
“He should live here,” Minho said.
Yunho smiled. He thought the same way. It was just a matter of asking Jaejoong. They’d been dating for a full year already and once again had plans the next night to celebrate their one-year anniversary with an expensive dinner, a symphony, and sex.
Lots and lots of sex.
Yunho cleared his throat.
“Will you ask him if he’ll live here?” Minho asked and yawned. “I think he’ll say yes. He likes it here.”
Yunho nodded. “One day soon. It’s complicated.”
Minho shrugged. “Okay, Daddy. Love you.”
“I love you.” He kissed Minho’s forehead and then went to Seungho’s bed. They did not have to share a room, but neither one of them wanted to have their own yet.
“I don’t want a new mommy,” Seungho said.
“You don’t?”
Seungho shook his head. “I like my old mommy. I miss her.”
“I miss her, too.”
“But ... I like Jaejoong-hyung. He isn’t a mommy, but he takes care of us. So it’s okay. If he wants to live here. He plays the piano so good, too.”
“He does.”
“Will you ask him to live with us so he doesn't have to leave ever again?”
Yunho smiled. That sounded like a dream come true. “Yes, I will. Soon.”
“Okay.”
Yunho made sure Seungho’s stuffed dog was within reach. He said he did not need it, but he usually woke up with it wrapped in his arms. He made sure the nightlight was plugged in and then turned off the lights and left the room. He leaned against the wall in the hallway and took a few very deep breaths.
Jaejoong’s voice floated up from Yuri’s room, telling stories of a princess and a dragon.
Yunho went to Minjae’s room. He knocked and walked in. She was doing homework, a little stressed out. Finals were soon. He sat on her bed.
“What’s up, Dad?”
“I’m going to ask Jaejoong to move in with us.”
Minjae stopped and turned around in her chair. “That’s big.”
“Yeah. Do you think he’ll say yes?”
Minjae snorted. “No.”
Yunho’s face fell.
She laughed. “Dumb ass.”
“Watch your mouth.”
Minjae smiled. “I don’t think he’ll say yes. I think he’ll just finish moving his things in. I think he’ll finish moving his things in whether you ask him or not. He’s going to have his mail sent here soon.”
Yunho sighed. “You don’t think it’s too soon?”
“Dad, really.”
“I am being serious, young lady. Minho just asked me if Jaejoong was his new mommy. You’re the only one that really remembers your mother. I don’t want ...”
“It’s been nine years, Dad. Yes, I miss Mom. Sometimes a lot because as much as I love Aunt Jihye,” she shook her head, "she is not Mom, and I don't like talking to her about girl things. Jaejoong's better at it than Aunt Jihye is."
"So you approve?"
"I want you to be happy. Jaejoong makes you happy.”
Yunho smiled. “He really does.”
“Just, you know,” she turned away, blushing, “maybe soundproof your room.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
Yunho rubbed his face in his hands. “You are going to give me more gray hairs.”
Minjae smiled. “Speaking of, can Jongin come over tomorrow?”
Yunho growled. “No boyfriends.”
“You keep saying that ...”
“And you keep not listening.” He stood up.
Minjae bit her lip and then said carefully, “He already is my boyfriend, you know.”
Yunho fought not to growl in annoyance. “I know, but no, not tomorrow. You’re supposed to be babysitting, remember? And I’m actually paying you, remember?”
Minjae made a face.
“But Sunday,” Yunho said. “He can come over on Sunday. Jaejoong and I will take the others out somewhere, and Jongin can come over on Sunday.”
“Really, Daddy?”
“Yes. You can watch movies or play games or something without having to worry about the kids bugging you. No sex!”
Minjae blushed scarlet. “Dad, I’m ... we’re ... already ... sort of ... ”
“God, I do not want to hear about this.”
“I tell Jaejoong.”
Yunho rubbed his face again. “So many--wrong, so wrong ... god, why are kids so complicated?”
“Why are parents so annoying?”
Yunho held out his hand, and Minjae walked over to him and he hugged her tightly. “Be smart, okay?”
“I am.”
“God.”
Minjae laughed. “Go away. I need to finish my math homework.”
Yunho kissed her forehead. “Love you.”
“I love you, too, Daddy.”
Yunho left her room and found Jaejoong in the hall, obviously listening in. He wondered how much of their conversation he heard. “You give her condoms, don’t you?”
Jaejoong threw his head back and laughed.
Yunho stalked past him into their room and fell onto their bed with a groan.
Their room.
Their bed.
Fuck. He looked around. It was neat and tidy, cleaned up, pristine. It usually was when Jaejoong slept over for more than two nights in a row. And he was staying over for more than two nights in a row an awful lot lately.
Jaejoong climbed over him, straddling his hips. “One hand on my ass,” he whispered.
Yunho laughed and put one hand on his ass. Jaejoong leaned down, humming into the kiss as Yunho’s other hand tangled in his hair.
He was pretty sure that Jaejoong would say yes, but he would wait until tomorrow, wait until after an overly expensive dinner, a symphony, and sex. Maybe he would ask him on Sunday, or let Minho do it. Take the coward’s way out and let his kids do it. That sounded like a great plan. Jaejoong could not say no to Minho.
He pulled Jaejoong away from his mouth and smiled. “I love you.”
Jaejoong’s answering grin shined brighter than the stars. “I love you, too.”
“Move in with me?” Oops. Yunho kept their gazes locked, and smiled at the flush on Jaejoong's cheeks.
“Officially?”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Yes, officially.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Okay.”
Yunho tightened the grip on his hair and pulled him down for more happy kisses.
Part 4: Date 7 ... or is it 8? ... doesn’t matter, as long as there is sex involved
Part 3: Date 4 ... or 5, maybe 6 ... are frantic handjobs considered dates?
Part 2: Date 2 and 3 ... sort of
Part 1: Date 1
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Once again, YunJae owns my soul. I belong to them more than they belong to me.
Summary: Yunho is 42 and completely unattainable. But that doesn't stop 19-year-old Jaejoong from dreaming about him. Things are complicated because Yunho has 4 kids and an evil sister (or so Yoochun claims). Jaejoong isn't sure he can handle the responsibility especially since Yunho's oldest daughter is almost as old as Jaejoong is.
A/N: This fluffy sappy YunJae fic is again inspired by this picture
I wrote this 100 word drabble about it and the idea WILL NOT leave me alone.
A/N 2: Okay. No more of this fic. I need to finish the epilogue to A Knight of Fire.
Epilogue:
1 year later
“Is Jaejoong-hyung my new mommy?”
Yunho froze, and then cleared his throat as he tucked the blanket against Minho’s chin. He had no idea how to answer that question. He reached for Minho’s stuffed dinosaur to cover up his pause.
“Aunt Jihye says we need a new mommy,” Seungho said from the other bed.
Yunho sighed. He was going to have to talk to his sister about that. “Jaejoong is not your new mommy because mommies are girls, and Jaejoong is a man.”
“So ... do we have two daddies?” Minho asked.
“Not technically,” Yunho muttered.
“I really like him,” Seungho said. “He’s really nice. He cooks good.”
Yunho smiled. “I know.”
“But he always leaves,” Minho added.
“That’s because he doesn’t live with us,” Seungho said. “Remember his apartment? He lives with Yoochun-hyung.”
“He should live here,” Minho said.
Yunho smiled. He thought the same way. It was just a matter of asking Jaejoong. They’d been dating for a full year already and once again had plans the next night to celebrate their one-year anniversary with an expensive dinner, a symphony, and sex.
Lots and lots of sex.
Yunho cleared his throat.
“Will you ask him if he’ll live here?” Minho asked and yawned. “I think he’ll say yes. He likes it here.”
Yunho nodded. “One day soon. It’s complicated.”
Minho shrugged. “Okay, Daddy. Love you.”
“I love you.” He kissed Minho’s forehead and then went to Seungho’s bed. They did not have to share a room, but neither one of them wanted to have their own yet.
“I don’t want a new mommy,” Seungho said.
“You don’t?”
Seungho shook his head. “I like my old mommy. I miss her.”
“I miss her, too.”
“But ... I like Jaejoong-hyung. He isn’t a mommy, but he takes care of us. So it’s okay. If he wants to live here. He plays the piano so good, too.”
“He does.”
“Will you ask him to live with us so he doesn't have to leave ever again?”
Yunho smiled. That sounded like a dream come true. “Yes, I will. Soon.”
“Okay.”
Yunho made sure Seungho’s stuffed dog was within reach. He said he did not need it, but he usually woke up with it wrapped in his arms. He made sure the nightlight was plugged in and then turned off the lights and left the room. He leaned against the wall in the hallway and took a few very deep breaths.
Jaejoong’s voice floated up from Yuri’s room, telling stories of a princess and a dragon.
Yunho went to Minjae’s room. He knocked and walked in. She was doing homework, a little stressed out. Finals were soon. He sat on her bed.
“What’s up, Dad?”
“I’m going to ask Jaejoong to move in with us.”
Minjae stopped and turned around in her chair. “That’s big.”
“Yeah. Do you think he’ll say yes?”
Minjae snorted. “No.”
Yunho’s face fell.
She laughed. “Dumb ass.”
“Watch your mouth.”
Minjae smiled. “I don’t think he’ll say yes. I think he’ll just finish moving his things in. I think he’ll finish moving his things in whether you ask him or not. He’s going to have his mail sent here soon.”
Yunho sighed. “You don’t think it’s too soon?”
“Dad, really.”
“I am being serious, young lady. Minho just asked me if Jaejoong was his new mommy. You’re the only one that really remembers your mother. I don’t want ...”
“It’s been nine years, Dad. Yes, I miss Mom. Sometimes a lot because as much as I love Aunt Jihye,” she shook her head, "she is not Mom, and I don't like talking to her about girl things. Jaejoong's better at it than Aunt Jihye is."
"So you approve?"
"I want you to be happy. Jaejoong makes you happy.”
Yunho smiled. “He really does.”
“Just, you know,” she turned away, blushing, “maybe soundproof your room.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
Yunho rubbed his face in his hands. “You are going to give me more gray hairs.”
Minjae smiled. “Speaking of, can Jongin come over tomorrow?”
Yunho growled. “No boyfriends.”
“You keep saying that ...”
“And you keep not listening.” He stood up.
Minjae bit her lip and then said carefully, “He already is my boyfriend, you know.”
Yunho fought not to growl in annoyance. “I know, but no, not tomorrow. You’re supposed to be babysitting, remember? And I’m actually paying you, remember?”
Minjae made a face.
“But Sunday,” Yunho said. “He can come over on Sunday. Jaejoong and I will take the others out somewhere, and Jongin can come over on Sunday.”
“Really, Daddy?”
“Yes. You can watch movies or play games or something without having to worry about the kids bugging you. No sex!”
Minjae blushed scarlet. “Dad, I’m ... we’re ... already ... sort of ... ”
“God, I do not want to hear about this.”
“I tell Jaejoong.”
Yunho rubbed his face again. “So many--wrong, so wrong ... god, why are kids so complicated?”
“Why are parents so annoying?”
Yunho held out his hand, and Minjae walked over to him and he hugged her tightly. “Be smart, okay?”
“I am.”
“God.”
Minjae laughed. “Go away. I need to finish my math homework.”
Yunho kissed her forehead. “Love you.”
“I love you, too, Daddy.”
Yunho left her room and found Jaejoong in the hall, obviously listening in. He wondered how much of their conversation he heard. “You give her condoms, don’t you?”
Jaejoong threw his head back and laughed.
Yunho stalked past him into their room and fell onto their bed with a groan.
Their room.
Their bed.
Fuck. He looked around. It was neat and tidy, cleaned up, pristine. It usually was when Jaejoong slept over for more than two nights in a row. And he was staying over for more than two nights in a row an awful lot lately.
Jaejoong climbed over him, straddling his hips. “One hand on my ass,” he whispered.
Yunho laughed and put one hand on his ass. Jaejoong leaned down, humming into the kiss as Yunho’s other hand tangled in his hair.
He was pretty sure that Jaejoong would say yes, but he would wait until tomorrow, wait until after an overly expensive dinner, a symphony, and sex. Maybe he would ask him on Sunday, or let Minho do it. Take the coward’s way out and let his kids do it. That sounded like a great plan. Jaejoong could not say no to Minho.
He pulled Jaejoong away from his mouth and smiled. “I love you.”
Jaejoong’s answering grin shined brighter than the stars. “I love you, too.”
“Move in with me?” Oops. Yunho kept their gazes locked, and smiled at the flush on Jaejoong's cheeks.
“Officially?”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Yes, officially.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Okay.”
Yunho tightened the grip on his hair and pulled him down for more happy kisses.
Part 4: Date 7 ... or is it 8? ... doesn’t matter, as long as there is sex involved
Part 3: Date 4 ... or 5, maybe 6 ... are frantic handjobs considered dates?
Part 2: Date 2 and 3 ... sort of
Part 1: Date 1
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