Coffee Sweet

[daiichisan]

Title: Coffee Sweet
Length: Chaptered
Pairing: Jaeho/Yunjae, Yoosu
Rating: PG? PG-13?      
Genre: Fluff, Lemon?, Humor (Not...)
Disclaimer: "Yunho's expensive..." <3
Summary:  Jaejoong and Yunho  get ready to walk down the  aisle, whilst  Yoochun and Junsu prepare to welcome their baby girls into the world.

Chapter 1: Ginger Bread Man's Vitality ; Chapter 2: Bae SeulGi ; Chapter 3: Kama Sutra; Chapter 4: Kinky Hyungs;  Chapter 5: Chocolate Proposal ; Chapter 6: Het, Yuck! ; Chapter 7: Famine and Cancer ; Chapter 8: Dolphins, Ducks, and Butts ; Chapter 9: Baby Bash ; Chapter 10: Chicken Shit! ; Chapter 11: Deja Vu ; Chapter 12: Sunshine ; Chapter 13: Superman ; Chapter 14: Brock and Amy

A/N: LMAO…In the original story (on my old comp), chapter 15 was supposed to be the last…and then an epilogue <3 Ah, well…you guys have to put up with at least 2-3 more chapters from me HAHA, Suck It! S I wrote around three different versions of chapter 15. I had completely deviated from the original plot starting with chapter 11 (?) where Jae came home to find them hugging so please understand that I am flying blindly here. I went back and read the past chapters (which is why this took so long to post up + the three different versions). This was never supposed to be dramatic or realistic (they live in a world where mpreg is of  the norm and gay marriages is as legal as het marriages.) I'm sorry if anyone is disappointed with the version I decided to go through with, but please remember that...uhm...shit happens.

A sharp series of beeps invaded Jaejoong’s dreaming, his ears throbbing at the intrusive noise. His cell phone was conveniently stuck to him, glued to his face by the spittle of drool still dripping from the corner of his mouth. He raised a sluggish hand to rip it off of his skin and knew from the lingering sting that the key pad had left red marks. He rubbed his marred cheek against the silk pillow case and dragged the screen to view. The picture of a battery was blinking in bright red on the upper right corner, signaling its low status.

Jaejoong wiped the phone quickly with the blanket, careful not to press any buttons that might end the call. He brought it to the dry side of his face and smiled tiredly at hearing Yunho’s distant puffs of air. In his hoarse voice, Jaejoong called out to the other man. “Yunho…I have low batteries…”

An equally groggy Yunho hurriedly replied, “Then charge it and go back to bed, baby…”

“You’re still asleep, aren’t you?” Jaejoong snorted. The term of endearment that sounded so natural rolling off of Yunho’s tongue amused Jaejoong. He blamed the slip on the half-alerted state the other man must still be in. Thus being concluded, Jaejoong knew it would be cruel to mess with him but the little devil inside decided otherwise. “I’m pregnant, Yunho.”

“M’kay…” One, two, three… “…WHAT?!” Jaejoong barely suppressed his guffaw as he heard Yunho scrambling frantically at the other end of the line.

“I said ‘I’m hungry, Yunho.’ Aish! What did you think I said?” Internally, Jaejoong felt guilty. Really, he did. Yunho’s breathless panting to calm his thundering pulse, however, unnerved Jaejoong. It was incredibly hot and the man was incredibly not his…anymore.

“Damn…I thought you said…Oy, never mind.” Yunho groaned and Jaejoong could hear him shuffle back into sleep. “Come on, let’s go back to bed.”

Jaejoong checked the radio clock provided by the hotel on his nightstand. “It’s nine o’clock! We’ll be late for work! And besides, we’ve been sleeping for over eight hours…that’s actually the most I’ve gotten since we…”

“So you’re hungry?” Yunho steered the direction of the conversation quickly. He’d be damned if they start getting awkward now. “Why don’t you order some room service while I get more sleep? I didn’t get as much as you.” That was a bit of an understatement, Yunho thought. He barely started resting an hour ago, checking his phone every ten minutes if Jaejoong had hung up on him yet while continuously fiddling with his computer, hitting the refresh button constantly for any of the board members’ replies.

Jaejoong noted the sudden attentiveness in his ex fiancée’s tone but was grateful for the subtle effort to keep the conversation on amicable terms. “Why didn’t you get any sleep, Yunhoyah? And don’t you have work to worry about too?”

“I was doing something and no, I don’t have work.” Yunho coughed, and Jaejoong raised an eyebrow at what he presumed to be an unfinished answer to his question. Why the vagueness? What could Yunho be possibly hiding now?

“Oh…okay,” Jaejoong said hesitantly. “Have you, uhm, had any luck on Changmin’s problem?”

“Yeah,” came Yunho’s short response.

“Do you need my help?” Jaejoong shrugged to himself.

“I’ve got it covered for now, Jaejoongah.” Jaejoong could just picture the self-assured grin plastered on Yunho’s small face.

“Well, alright then. Unlike you, I actually do have work to go to. So…” Jaejoong sighed, loud enough for Yunho to catch it. “I guess I better get ready while you…sleep.”

“Oh…”

“Unless you want me to really stay or something,” Jaejoong dug his teeth into his knuckles as he brought his fist to his mouth. He sounded like a little school boy, all blushing and undignified.

“No, no…I don’t want to force you to stay on the phone with me.”

“You’re not forcing me if I’m offering to stay,” Jaejoong rolled his eyes impatiently.

“Then stay if you want,”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“I’m not going to ask you to stay if you don’t want to stay.”

“I’ll stay if you want me to stay!” Jaejoong felt his blood boil at the difficult man.

“I…” Yunho paused, taking in the words. “I want you…” period. “…to go get ready for work. I’ll call you later though, if you don’t mind.”

Jaejoong had never felt so disappointed before, so used to having Yunho deliver and abide by his unspoken, albeit sometimes unreasonable, wishes. “I don’t mind at all. Call me whenever you can…Actually, I’m going to Yoochun’s and Junsu’s for dinner. Are you going to come?”

Yunho gave a throaty laugh. “I want to but unlike you, I didn’t set right out to cancelling all the wedding stuff. Too late to get a refund on my bachelor party at Tiger Lily tonight so I’m thinking of just putting it to good use. Could any of you come?”

Jaejoong was stunned silent for a moment. Bachelor party? That meant that tonight was the night before their wedding. He was supposed to get married tomorrow...He was supposed to get married tomorrow…He was supposed to get married tomorrow…A lump formed in Jaejoong’s throat.

“I’m guessing that’s a no?” Yunho’s amused voice failed to take Jaejoong out of his revere. “…Jaejoong? Hello? Are you still there?”

Jaejoong parted his lips but he struggled to form a coherent thought.

“Aish, I’m just kidding, you know…” Yunho said defensively. “I’ll try to make it to dinner but I actually have…a business meeting to attend.”

“…’kay,” Jaejoong mumbled.

“Yeah, alright. I’ll talk to you later, Joongie. Have fun at work! Love--” Jaejoong heard the deep inhale. “…you. Bye.”

“…” Jaejoong bit his nail.

“Hang up, Jae.”

“Loveyoutoobye,” Jaejoong peeped, ending the call as quickly as his finger could click. Mentally berating himself, he proceeded to hit his head with the metal object clutched in his hand. Stupid, stupid, stupid…

~*~

Junsu pushed back his glasses that hung delicately on the edge of his nose. Through the corrective lenses, he studied the list of names he had asked Changmin to prepare the night before. He could feel the younger man fidgeting in the seat across the table, but Junsu offered no words of comfort. He let Changmin sweat it out for a few more seconds as he bore his eyes intensely on the paper, his glare shooting imaginary bolts of fire. He had hired all of these men personally, trusted in their guidance and never once doubted where their loyalties lied.

“Have you had any contact with the artists?” Junsu asked without looking up.

Changmin sighed. “Some, yeah…they’re being fed lies by their managers about how I didn’t care about them like you did, how I only really cared about the money they made for me and for the company. The more I try to reach out, the more they’re convinced that I only started caring once they weren’t with us anymore.”

Junsu clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, ignoring the bouts of abdominal pain he felt. “And you didn’t bother coming to any of us with this? You didn’t think that with our combined connections, fucking power even, over the music industry that we wouldn’t have be able to have put a stop to this injustice before it got this far? Damnit, Changminah! You’re the smartest one out of all of us!”

“So you expected me to come crawling back to all of you!? You left me in charge!” Changmin immediately felt the guilt pooling at the pit of his stomach for shouting back at the pregnant man. He was in the wrong but admitting failure had never been one of his best traits. He must have gotten his stubborn streak from his parents who were in a pride struggle themselves.  Keeping his temper in check, Changmin continued on. “I was just in charge for a few months, hyung. I didn’t want to…come asking for help so soon.”

Junsu narrowed his eyes, the remnants of his joyous spirit slowly fading away. He hated every bit of this, hated having to go back to such a mess. If there was ever one thing he had been passionate about it, it was music. And being a producer had been one of the most difficult feats he had to overcome in his pursuit of music stardom, second only to conquering his struggle with his pubescent voice changes. He motioned for Changmin to get the phone. “I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, Changminah, but I’m actually glad the wedding was cancelled. With this on our laps, I’m not sure how I could have juggled being Yunho’s best man and hiding this from the others.”

Changmin blinked. “We don’t really have to hide it from them, hyung. I’m pretty sure they’ve figured it out by themselves and--”

“And they haven’t told me yet,” Junsu cut him off. “If Chunnie finds out you told me after he’s been breaking his back trying to keep my pregnancy stress-free, he’ll kill you.”

“You had a right to know…” Changmin reasoned.

“My rights? I’m in a wheelchair, Changminah. I have as much rights as women in the 1700s.” Junsu kept his straight face for about two seconds before he and Changmin broke into smiles. No wonder everyone loved board meetings with Junsu, Changmin thought. Even in the face of hardship, he can make you smile. “Aish…no smiling. Let’s get on with this before Yoochun wakes up. Now, we’re about to call Ryeo-shii. He’s a nut cracker. A class act blowjob.”

Changmin nodded, putting on his game face. He listened carefully as Junsu dictated the number to him, not wanting to mess up on something as effortless as dialing. He clicked on the button labeled ‘speaker’, and put the phone in the middle of the table. They shared anxious glances as the ringing occupied every corner of the kitchen.

“Ryeo-shii’s office. How may I help you?” The well-rehearsed greeting acknowledged them.

Junsu nodded at Changmin. “Good morning, Yoora. This is Changmin-shii. Is Ryeo in right now?”

“Uhh…” They heard the secretary shuffle papers around. “He’s out for the day to prepare for the business meeting tonight.”

Junsu mouthed ‘meeting?’ to which Changmin replied likewise ‘tonight?’

“I’m sorry, sir. Would you like me to take a message?”

Junsu jumped up and answered in Changmin’s place. “No, no. Just tell him I called. Thank you, Yoora.”

Hanging up, Changmin looked on to the older man for guidance on their next course of action. “What now, Junsu hyung?”

In deep thought, Junsu leaned back in his chair. The girls were restless, ardently kicking on his bladder and on the thin lining of their abode. They could feel their umma’s energy draining and the stress affecting his state of mind. Junsu closed his eyes as the migraine hit him full on, only making the twins kick twice as hard. It was too early for them to figure out that their umma was infallible. He brought a hand down to his abdomen and began to trace an intricate pattern of swirls and spirals to calm the agitated fetuses. How was he supposed to think clearly if they were going to be bothering him?

Changmin creased his forehead as Junsu momentarily forgot about their problem to deal with his own inside. He moved to get up out of his chair but Junsu lifted a hand signaling him to stay put. He had no choice but to watch with silent admiration as Junsu did some of the exercise breathings that the married couple practiced through instructional videos in the privacy of their bedroom at night. Changmin kept his stare trained on the controlled fall and rise of Junsu’s chest until Junsu’s eyes sprang open after having effectively stopped the pains for now.

“You okay, Junsu?”

“Yeah,” Junsu smiled wistfully, patting his enlarged belly lightly. “Girls just wanted a bit of attention…”

Changmin nodded understandingly, although he knew little of what Junsu was going through. And instead of alleviating the man’s troubles like he had sworn to do when he first came back to their midst after a long absence, he had further complicated their lives with his own turmoil. In the beginning of their careers, his blunders were pardoned because of his young age and the little experience he had under his belt compared to the other members. That was no longer the case. It was time he kissed his own bloody scrapes, or at least do some really big shit to make it up to all of them.

“So who’s next on the list, hyung?”

~*~

Swinging the door to his secluded dressing room, Jaejoong gasped at the sight that greeted him. Every inch of the room was covered with blooming flowers, from potted plants littering every surface of the floor to bouquets of gardenias, carnations, and roses piled up in a heap on the dresser drawers. The mirror was barely visible behind their botanical beauties. It was obvious that the arrangements for each of them were well detailed, the range of flowers exceeding Jaejoong’s knowledge. The only prominent similarity within each assortment was the crimson ribbons tied in a delicate knot, most having notes dangling from their ends.

Tentatively, Jaejoong walked over to the monstrosity in the middle. The crystal vase was over flowing with bright purple iris, pink gerbera daises, and white dendrobium orchids. Their intricate placing created a spiral illusion, illuminating the single red rose that stuck up cleverly in the middle. He tore his gaze from the smooth silk petals and brought it down to the card taped to the vase. On the cover was an image Jaejoong had long forgotten. It was a stolen shot from the band’s early days, the dubbed ‘Hug’ era. Wholly aware of the camera’s presence, he had planted a wet kiss on Yunho’s puffy cheeks.

The ends of his lips curled to a sad imitation of a smile. With the finger that was once adorned with a diamond engagement ring, he traced his profile on the picture, from the blurred lids of his closed eyes to his pouting lips meeting Yunho’s unblemished face. Sheepishly, he ran his finger over his ex lover’s toothy smile and wondered briefly how much time has passed since then when their priorities were so straight, when they were goal-oriented teens that would have willingly sold their souls to the devil for a shot at stardom. Looking at it now, Jaejoong saw the hints of love to flourish in the coming years. He continued to outline the printed faces, carefully avoiding the red and silver glittering letters that filled the margins. With hesitant hands, Jaejoong slowly opened the card to reveal the message inside.

“Ahh~Yunho oppa and Jaejoong oppa are going to get married tomorrow! I hope you like all of these things we sent to you from us, your faithful fans. We never lost our hope, we never doubted your love, and we never wanted anything but Dong Bang Shin Ki’s happiness. I remember watching the first clips of YunJae and knowing instantly that beneath your friendly exterior lurked an eternal bond that went beyond brotherhood. You guys brought back all the idealistic views I had as a child, the unwavering faith and the naïve innocence. We, your fans, know how hard life has been on the two of you and that no one deserves happiness more. Please, never give up on each other just like we’ve never given up on the two of you. It’s not every day that fairytales come true, but tomorrow isn’t one of those days. Goodluck, oppas! The wedding is only the beginning!”

Jaejoong immediately dropped the card, his hands flying to squeeze his eyes to stop the tears from falling. He had forgotten the fans…he was so immersed in his own little righteous world, blanketed in his stubborn pride that he had forgotten their supporters. The only reason he had given as to why he was back to work was because he and Yunho were going through a rough patch. No mention of the wedding, no mention of Seulgi. Their fans had no absolutely no inkling of the separation. Sniffing once, he moved on to the other gifts that filled the room. They all contained the same loving, encouraging message.

“Jaejoong-shii! You went back to work! I guess the wedding was very easy to plan, eh? I hope you two didn’t stress yourselves too much and I pray that the wedding will go off without a hitch! I believe in you, oppas! Even if the rest of the world stops, you, me, and Yunho-shii, will keep on believing! Right? Hwaiting!”

“The wedding is tomorrow and I wonder how much of a nervous wreck my oppas must be! Just please remember that it was the love between the two of you that gave me hope when my whole life was crashing down around me, just like how the two of will have each other when your worlds come crashing down. Life is hard but when you spend it with the one you love, they’ll give you all the reason you need to keep pushing through.”

Jaejoong slid to the floor as he poured over the messages, his palm clamped over his mouth as the words hit home. His chest tightened and his stomach churned but he suppressed the pain to keep reading the notes. They were all handmade, their fans’ unflinchingly rigid support apparent in the little trinkets and designs. The steadfast love he held for Yunho had been felt by the millions and Jaejoong couldn’t understand where they went wrong.

His world stops at the mention of his lover’s name and Jaejoong grappled his memory as to why they fought in the first place. The rage that burned inside of him when he undressed his finger of the ring was no longer there. He felt his vision blur but he couldn’t…wouldn’t stop reading.

“I’ve looked forward to this day as much as I have my own wedding! I never stopped wishing on that wishing star, Jaejoong-shii. I hope you like the wedding gifts from us. We know Yunho-shii doesn’t like it when we give expensive gifts to him but since it is his wedding day, I’m sure he won’t mind! YunJae Hwaiting!”

Wedding gifts? Jaejoong wiped his tear-stained face with the end of his jacket sleeve and craned his neck over the plants to check for any wrapped boxes. There were none. That must mean the gifts were sent to their home where Yunho was. Was Yunho reading the same things?

Scrambling to get back up on his feet, his mind suddenly cleared as to what he should do. He plucked one of the prettiest bouquets and maneuvered his way through the myriad of gifts from his well-wishers, careful as to not step on any of them. Slamming the door open, he came face to face with Park Myung Su and he could not help but grin wildly at the sight of the man who had been their number one supporter.

“Jaejoong, break’s over. We’re going to start taping in five minutes.” PMS huffed.

“Sorry, but no can do!” Jaejoong answered cheerfully through his dampened cheeks. “I have to go somewhere! Cover for me, will you?”

PMS was stunned at the sudden positive outlook Jaejoong was displaying when minutes ago; the kid had been a depressing sight that hurt his eyes. Jaejoong hugged him before he could get a word in and pushed him aside to get to the exit.

“Where are you going!?” PMS managed to shout out after the running boy.

Jaejoong turned to give him a dazzling smile, one that he sorely missed on the young man. “Where I belong!”

PMS shook his head, clearly amused. Jaejoong simply gave him another cheeky smile before rushing to his car. Hopping hurriedly into his car, he tossed the flowers on the passenger’s seat. He frantically switched the ‘on’ button and left skid marks on the parking lot ground as he floored it. A distance that usually took him thirty minutes to drive, he managed to do in ten.

He swerved dangerously in the empty streets, so grateful to the heavens above that the wide roads were mysteriously bare of any vehicles or pedestrians. On the way, Jaejoong attempted to rehearse his speech for when he came face to face with his fiancée. Would he stutter and beg for forgiveness? Was he actually going to propose? Or would he jump the man and ravish him with kisses and touches? Well, whatever he was going to do, it was too late to plan for the house they shared was already in sight.

Jaejoong parked his car in the middle of the street and jumped out of his car, barely remembering to grab the flowers. As he walked up the pavement, he spotted the huge boxes on the porch, all decorated in red tassels and silver wrapping paper. The door was wide open and Jaejoong could see the other gifts pushed inside. They were left untouched, however. Could Yunho still be sleeping even when it was already noon? Jaejoong beamed at the thought of waking Yunho up, pretending that the past few days have been nothing but a bad dream that they have finally woken up from.

He pushed his way among presents, trekking up the stairs two steps at a time. He ran to the master bedroom, barely containing his glee. He pushed the door open, his gaze immediately falling onto the made bed…with no Yunho on it. Jaejoong’s smile faltered for a second until he rationalized that Yunho could be in a hundred different places of their compound. He continued his search with new vigor, scampering around the house and out the backyard in rabid hurry.

Just as he reached the guest house that they had turned into a gym and dance studio, his phone rang loudly in his jeans pocket. His whole leg felt the vibration and he groped his thighs to pull out the trilling device. His heart clenched with disappointment when he saw that the caller id was Yoochun. Flipping it open and clicking the answer button, Jaejoong pressed it against his ear.

“H-hyung…”

All thoughts of reconciling with Yunho flew out of Jaejoong’s mind as Yoochun’s broken voice filled his senses.

“Chunnie? What’s wrong?”

“Hyung…” A restrained sob, “I-I need you to come to the hospital…I, oh God...it’s Junsu…”

A/N: When two stubborn people are unable to see reason, a third party comes in to the rescue. I couldn't think of a better third party than the people who made YunJae what they are today. Their fans...<3

I am going to try to reply to the comments on the last chapter because I would be an ass if I didn't. Finals and a new possible job *crosses fingers* is getting in the way of YunJae. Sorry...

One more thing...LMAO sorry for posting this up alongside the Jaeho_Challenge....