Title: She’s Not A Pet, Yeobo! [oneshot]
Author:
choi_minjuWarning: Domestic with a lot of fluff
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: No one owns humans, unless you’re in some 18th century shit about peasants and slavery. Otherwise, this story is entirely mine and the imagination is from all this escalated stress.
Summary: A grown man wakes up in New York with his crazy fashion designer of a husband and his bizarre plan.
Pairings: Onew / Key
Note: This is for
jinkitama because it was her birthday, and this counts as an extremely late gift due to studies. Happy birthday~! ^^ Enjoy this fluffy fic!!! Also, I should mention I added a side pairing to spice it up a little....and I might make a short sequel to it when I have the time to.
Jinki woke up feeling fresh in the morning. He yawned and sat up in his bed, stretching as he glanced at his clock on the bedside table. 8:42am.
He ruffled his own hair and slowly climbed out of bed. Noticing the other side of the bed being empty, Jinki reasoned in his head that Kibum probably went to go get ready for work, even though he doesn’t start his job until 2 hours later.
The man slowly got up to get ready for work, but it was only after an hour later when he was halfway finished with his self-made breakfast that he remembered he had the week off from work. His boss, Mr. Choi, loved the progress he made on a recent project and granted him an entire week off, starting that moment, and that moment had been yesterday.
He groaned and dressed up in a regular day outfit before he heard the doorbell ring. He smiled to himself as he heard his husband shout from behind the front door. “YAH, LEE JINKI! I KNOW YOU’RE UP! I FORGOT MY KEYS!” Jinki chuckled at the irony of the last thing Kibum had said, considering during their childhood together Key gained the reputation of always breaking into locks of people’s houses. The key man forgot his keys.
Jinki continued to chuckle as he opened the door, but it slowly descended as he noticed a little girl clinging onto Kibum’s leg. “Umm.....Key?” he voiced out.
Kibum continued to smile as if a little Asian girl clinging to his leg was perfectly normal. Or was she a ghost? Regardless, Jinki pointed at the little girl, who clung to Kibum’s leg even more.
“Who is she?”
Kibum tilted his head and looked down, smiling at the little girl. Jinki was slightly relieved that he wasn’t seeing things, so he didn’t need to question his own sanity.
“Ah! She’s Lijuan! She’ll be our daughter from now on! I bought her from the adoption center instead of spending all that cash on new clothes at the mall! Aren’t you proud of me, yeobo?!” Kibum delightfully beamed.
It was at this moment that Jinki decides to question his own husband’s sanity.
“Key, how are we supposed to take care of a baby girl?!”
Said man sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Remember when we were in our last year of high school and we had to take care of Yoogeun?”
“Do you remember what happened to him? You turned him into a mini-me of you!” Jinki exasperated.
“So? Being me isn’t bad!”
Jinki could only stare at his husband at that statement. “Kibum, she is a female. She’ll grow up to have her period and have mood swings - AND before you try backing up on helping her she WILL have that moment when she’ll start to detest us and want her space!” Key had indeed try to back himself up but closed his mouth in agreement. His husband had a point.
“It’s not like I can return her now! She’s not a pet, yeobo!”
“.....it’s okie.”
At the sound of a small yet wavering voice speaking in English, both men turned to look down at the little girl hiding behind the doorway of the kitchen.
“It’s okie, I’m weetunable.”
Both Jinki and Key gaped at her like she grew three heads in that instant. “WHAT?!” They both shouted in disbelief and in their native language. If they heard correctly, the baby girl just said she was returnable.
The little girl smiled sadly and looked at her worn shoes, scuffling them slightly. “I’b alweady been weetuned seben times, so you can weelax now. I dun wan you two to fight because of me...”
Immediately, Jinki felt awful and crouched down to the little girl’s level before Key could do so. “Lijuan,” Jinki began to speak in English, “We’re not fighting because of you. It’s just that my husband likes to....shop....” He awkwardly put it and wrinkled his nose. It sounded worse when he said it allowed; it sounded like Key had bought a young slave home.
Then again, Lijuan did look like a young slave with what she was wearing. Jinki immediately could tell what possessed Key to adopt her - he knew both of them would eventually manage to take good care of her and give her better clothes and food. The poor girl looked really skinny for her petite frame and all she wore was a raggedy dress that looked like it hasn’t been washed and worn out shoes.
To both the men’s shock, Lijuan bowed formally. “I memuhwized where da nice man walk fwom da opanege to hewe. I make suwe da boss lady knows you wan youw money back.” And with that, she darted out the door.
Key gasped and Jinki didn’t hesitate to run after the little girl. She started to run down the stairs but Jinki immediately caught her by the waist and held her in his arms as he ran back to his condominium with Key. Lijuan tried to struggle slightly but calmed down once Jinki settled her on a dining room chair, where in front of her laid a huge bowl of chicken noodle soup, courtesy of Lee Kibum. She hesitated at eating the sudden warm food in front of her, but slowly smiled when Key thrusted a bowl of KFC fried chicken at his husband. The joyful look on Jinki’s face was priceless.
A week later, a tall Korean man in a business suit walked out of his office and looked around for a certain friend/worker. When he reached to that particular office, he was surprised to find a little girl swirling around in his friend’s big chair.
The little girl wore a flowery pink dress, and the design looked so familiar on the Asian girl that he slowly put the pieces together in his head before someone arrived to the office.
“Oh, Minho-ah! What are you doing in my office? You need anything?” Jinki asked in Korean as he held a kids meal box and a bucket of fried chicken.
The said man whipped around to grab Jinki by the shoulders. “Onew hyung! You adopted a child?! Congrats!” he shouted in glee.
Lijuan tilted her head slightly. “Appa? Onyu?” She mumbled a few more times then beamed. “Onyu appa!”
Both men stared at her and awed in unison. Jinki stepped forward to the table and placed the kids meal box on top of it. “For you, Lijuan!” The little girl shouted in glee with thanks and opened the box, reaching over and managing to eat by herself.
Minho tilted his head slightly. Jinki had sworn that other than the eye shapes, his new daughter and boss/friend would have looked alike. “Hyung, her name is in Chinese, so she’s Chinese?”
Jinki reached into his bowl and pulled out a chicken leg, nodding as he bit into the fried flesh.
“Ah...” Minho nodded in understanding while watching the little girl from the corner of his eye. “No wonder you spoke to her in English just now. When did you and Key get her? And how old is she?”
“About last week ago. Kibum decided to adopt her instead of using most of his earnings on the usual shopping spree. She’s 5 years old, according to her birth certificate, though she’s very smart for her age.”
Minho laughed hard and clutched his stomach. “Of course Key would do that! Remember in college when he spent all his tuition money on shopping?! He had to be held back a semester!”
“Yah, that’s my husband you’re talking about.” Jinki raised a drumstick threateningly at his boss. Minho threw his hands up and laughed.
The next day, it was Kibum’s turn to bring Lijuan to his working place, which was a high class fashion design workshop. He gave his daughter every fashion book he could find with words in it so she can learn to read before heading off to a client. By mid-day, Lijuan had managed to read or mostly skim through 3 books and became her father’s mini project model.
That’s how Jinki found his family when he got out of work for the day and popped by Kibum’s workplace. Lijuan was trying to stand still as Kibum worked with his consultants on what suits her image. Jinki laughed and shook his head, walking over to wrap his arms around Kibum from behind. The consultants decided to work on their original projects they were assigned to as soon as they saw that, except for one short male who kept measuring Lijuan’s waist.
Kibum glanced at the consultant and sighed. “I swear to God, Kim Jonghyun, you are going to be fired if I catch you being a pedophile towards my daughter.”
Said man pouted and carried Lijuan in his arms. “It’s not fair - you know I always wanted a daughter! Then you go and adopt one of your own! When will Minho and I have a child?!”
“You’re delusional, pabo. You and Minho aren’t even together!”
Jonghyun huffed and turned towards Jinki with an innocent smile on his face. “Hyung~ you’re my favorite hyung, you know that?” Jinki chuckled in amusement and reached into his pocket for a piece of paper, giving it to the shorter male. Lijuan took it instead and stuffed it in Jonghyun’s shirt pocket, much to Jonghyun’s delight and Kibum’s reluctance.
Jinki laughed. “That paper was from Minho. I did what you told me to do - I talked to him today and he agreed to go on a blind date with you.”
Key gaped at his husband while Jonghyun cheered in glee and kissed Lijuan’s cheek. “You’re actually okay with this?!” He yelled at his husband.
“Why not? Your brother deserves happiness.”
“You do realize that we’re talking about my brother who practically stalked Minho during high school? You know, the reason why I even came to New York was because he dragged me!”
Jinki grinned cheekily at him. “If it wasn’t for your brother, I wouldn’t have found out how much I love you in college.”
Key sighed in defeat as Jonghyun pranced around the workplace with Lijuan in tow, chanting, “I got a date! I got a date!”
“You’re kidding.”
“Why would I joke?” Minho asked seriously and raised an eyebrow. “Where’s Onew hyung?”
Key waved his hand dismissively in the air. “He’s enrolling our baby in school. Now tell me the truth!”
“I am!” Minho raised his voice slightly and smile a bit. “Jonghyun hyung was my crush in high school. I didn’t think Onew hyung would set me up with him on a blind date.”
The blonde man grinned a little and crossed his legs in the booth. The two were at a cafe downtown in New York. “So I take it that the date went well?”
Minho nodded and sighed dreamily. “We hit it off straight away as soon as we saw each other. We went to the park, then to an amusement park, then to this very same cafe, and then we went to my apartment and -”
“EW! NO MORE DETAILS! HE’S MY BROTHER!” Key yelled and clamped his hands over his ears. Minho laughed at his friend’s childish gesture and shrugged, leaning back in the booth with his arms behind his head.
“What can I say, Key? He’s just so good in -” “AHHHHH! LALA!” “- and the way he did that -” “YEAH OUR LOVE SHOULD GO ON!” “- it was really steamy and he was so loud that -” “AND I THINK I’M GONNA HATE IT GIRL!” “- you know, he could be really cute in bed like that -” “CAUSE YOU WERE MY SUN, THE MOON!” “- he was loud like you are right now. Must run in the family.” “OH IT’S A LITTLE BIT FUNNY - wait, what?!”
Minho bursted out in laughter while Key blushed. The rest of the customers stared at Key like he was a crazy man.
Lijuan Lee was still not accustomed to her happy environment after months of living with her new foster parents, Onew appa and Key omma. She got adjusted to speaking more well in Korean and English, taught by Onew appa himself, but the girl was smart and knew she was from Chinese descent.
Right now, as she watched her foster parents help each other out to fix the dining table for her little tiny birthday party (which she didn’t even know she had a birthday, so how did her foster parents remember?), she sighed a little and sat on the huge white couch in the living room.
“Yah~ aegi, what’s wrong?” Jonghyun asked after finishing with setting up the balloons on the ceiling. He sat beside the little girl.
“........Uncle Jong, why are Onew appa and Key omma being nice to me today? Do they pity me, so they celebrate my birthday?”
Jonghyun’s smile faltered once he heard her say those words. “Lijuan-ah, don’t talk like that. Your parents are celebrating your birthday because they love you, not because they pity you!” He protested.
When he didn’t get a reply from the little girl, he sighed and gestured her to look at Jinki and Key from where they were sitting. The couple was currently laughing and giggling like newlyweds while trying to fix the dining table. “Look, they have flaws. Everyone has flaws, even me! But we all love each other just the same because it’s the heart that counts,” Jonghyun explained and pointed at Jinki. “Onew appa is a klutz. He trips over nothing almost half the time he falls. When he tries to say a joke, everyone around him almost never laughs or just laughs nervously.” The short man blinked and stared at Jinki. “.....I actually have no idea why your Key omma would fall for guys like him....”
Just as he said that, he and Lijuan witnessed Jinki tripping over nothing on the kitchen floor. The plates that he was shakingly carrying nearly fell to the ground, but he swiftly spun and kept one foot in balance to the floor, placing each plate on the dining table quickly. “La! I didn’t fall!” He exclaimed with pride. Jonghyun facepalmed his face while Lijuan giggled.
Key laughed and playfully swatted Jinki’s shoulder. “Good job not failing at gravity, yeobo!” He chuckled and kissed him on the cheek before setting the pot of stew on the table.
“......maybe it’s because Onew appa is only for Key omma?”
Jonghyun turned to Lijuan and smiled. “Yeah, they’re the perfect combination. Though my brother lacks taste in men sometimes, I think this time he’s got a decent catch - OW!” He cried out suddenly and held the back of his head.
“Yeah, yeah, start talking about negative stuff to my own daughter! It’s her 6th birthday, do NOT corrupt her!” Key scolded him while holding a rolled up newspaper.
The doorbell rang while Jonghyun pouted and whimpered. Jinki walked over to the door and opened it. “Hey, Minho! Glad you could make it!”
At the sound of his boyfriend’s name, Jonghyun’s face brightened immediately and jumped over the couch to pounce on him. “MINHO~! KIBUMMIE IS HITTING ME AGAIN!” He whined and clung to his chest. Minho blinked and chuckled, wrapping his arms around Jonghyun. “Hey, hyung. Hey, Key. How has Jonghyun hyung been, was he a good little boy?” He asked nonchalantly with a grin on his face.
Lijuan squealed in laughter and fell back on the big white couch. Maybe life at the Lee residence might not be so bad to adjust to after all.