Coffee Sweet
Title: Coffee Sweet
Length: Chaptered
Warning: It's amateur, It's a light and easy read, It's a failed attempt at fluff.
Pairing: Jaeho/Yunjae, Yoosu
Genre: Fluff, Lemon?
Disclaimer: I'm bidding on eBay for Jaejoong but this jerk, YunBear66, keeps outbidding me.
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 ; Cha pter 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 ; Chapter 15: Wishing Star ; Chapter 16: Fumble ; Chapter 17: Dodo Birds
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Part 1
Ignoring the hushed snickering and rapid mutterings behind his back, Junsu forced the rest of the world to the back of his mind. He paid no heed to the nurses that seemed to have abandoned their work to play his captivated audience as he sang softly to the girls still incubated. He had leaned onto the edge of his wheelchair and brought his face barely a couple of inches away from the glass casing. He was at eye level with the babies and he knew they could sense his presence.
He was utterly mesmerized. By their itty bitty feet and chubby legs, Junsu knew he would forever be wrapped around their pretty little fingers. His only hope for maintaining a suitable household where the girls are neither pampered nor spoiled to the brim rested solely on Yoochun. So really, there was no hope at all. Their girls were going to run the house and they would pay the bills. Pathetic, Junsu smirked.
His thoughts wandering for a second there, he had paused in his singing and the absence of the soothing melody had sent the nameless babies whimpering. The sounds, accompanied with the distorted features they made, acted like a signal; a warning that they were about to cry but that there was still a chance to please them. Junsu had noted this immediately, storing the information in a safe place for he knew he would soon need it again. Not wanting to deny his girls anything so early on, he began to sing again, to the pleasure of the twins and all the nurses that have filtered into the room not so subtly.
“I know it might sound more than a little crazy,
But I believe…
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life…mmm...”
Junsu hummed the rest, bowing slightly at the short applause from the women and men clad in multi-colored scrubs. He did not bother turning around to it, however, as he was still unable to tear his gaze away from his babies. There was a time when he would revel in those cheers, those clapping of hands that produced thundering praise. But that time had long since passed. From now on, his voice, his talents, would serve a different purpose; to lull the restless twins to sleep, to ease their pain from tiny scrapes and bruises, to hush their cries for appa. Even after months of harboring the girls in his body, these first few minutes of seeing them did he finally realize how much his life was about to be changed for the better.
He sniffed. Eyes trained at the girls suddenly became blurred in their vision and the lips through which a soft melody was hummed began to quiver. His face scrunched up as tears cascaded down his cheeks, his chest welling with happiness, contentment, pure joy, and anything else synonymous to those. He heard ‘aww’s’ from the sidelines but was ever so grateful that the medical personals maintained their distance and gave him his space as he continued to weep unabashedly.
“Su~ah,” the familiar tenderness in his husband’s voice and the gentle squeeze on his shoulder caused Junsu to sob even harder. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”
“I can’t keep my eyes off of them,” Junsu smiled through his tears. “God, Chunnie…what did we do to deserve them? I mean, I seriously can’t think of anything in our past to deserve this karma…”
“Babe,” Yoochun crooned, massaging the base of Junsu’s neck gently. “We’re not out of the woods yet. They still need to be incubated and…well; we’re just not out of the woods yet. We’ve still got to raise them, go through their first chicken pox with them, and suffer them while they’re crazy teenagers.”
“Oh, shush, will you? How can you be in their presence and be pessimistic?” Junsu chided, wiping away his snot with the cotton fabric of the hospital gown. “Now, we need to decide on their names before the others come here and decide for us.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Don’t worry. We’ve got plenty of time. Your mom is texting the masses about this, including our agents, Yunho and Jaejoong are at our house setting up the nursery for us, and Changmin has been missing since yesterday and has stopped answering any of our calls. Guess he’s pretty busy too,”
“That’s starting to worry me,” Junsu sighed. Unlike the others, Changmin had not been there when Junsu had awoken, sending the older man to assume that he was too consumed with guilt to be there. “God, I really hope…” he doesn’t blame himself for all of this… “…he’s okay.”
Sensing his lover’s anxiety, Yoochun took a deep breath and confronted the big elephant in the room. “Junsu, I know.”
Befuddled, Junsu looked up at his husband. “Know what?”
Yoochun pursed his lips, uncertain as to whether Junsu was playing dumb or if the man really had no clue about what he was hinting towards. “I know about the company, about you two trying to fix it behind my back, about you stressing yourself out with all of this, and risking your life and the girls. I know, Su…”
Junsu felt tears forming once more as he croaked out, “Do you hate me? Do you hate Min?”
Yoochun glanced at their daughters with things plastered on their tiny chests to monitor their hearts and then at the man who made his dreams of fatherhood come true. As his response, he bent low to capture Junsu’s mouth in his. Hands flew to Junsu’s hair, gripping at the roots and tilting Junsu’s head further up to meet his. Yoochun was aware of the stares that they garnered but he could not care less. He wanted, needed, to kiss Junsu’s worries away.
Pulling away as his message was clearly understood, Yoochun stood up straighter. “I’ve done my share of hating lately, baby. While you were sleeping, Changminah and I talked it out and everything’s fine now.”
Junsu nodded, trusting his man completely. “That’s good to hear. Now, why don’t we name the girls? You said you thought of some when you were with them last night, right?”
Yoochun nodded, chuckling sheepishly. “Well, your mother mentioned to me that if you and your brother had been girls, she would have named you two Jiyoung and Jooyoun. And since we didn’t really have any planned, I was thinking of just using those. To tell you the truth, I think that’s already their names in my head. Jiyoung…Jooyoun…See? The older one just looks like Jiyoung and the baby of the family, like you were…Jooyoun. Unnie Jiyoung is what we’ll call her and she’ll take care of her dongsaeng…”
Junsu smiled as he witnessed his husband’s eyes glaze over wistfully, as if seeing past them and watching all the little fantasies Yoochun’s mind had already dreamed up for the four of them. It was hard not to fall in love even more but Junsu tried nonetheless, not minding his failure in the end. “I can see it, baby. Jiyoung and Jooyoun…What about their American names, though?”
“Well, to be fair, I think you should decide that.” Yoochun nudged encouragingly, taking the risk of Junsu and English, a deadly combination. “So good ahead, Su,”
Junsu cleared his throat, preparing himself and leaving no room for error in his English, a language he had long since ‘perfected.’ “Ahem, ahem…how about…Analeigh for Jiyoung…”
“Okay, sounds good so far,” Yoochun prompted him on.
“…and for Jooyoun…” Junsu paused, considering all of his options. “…Apple.”
Yoochun gaped for a few seconds, letting the word sink in before composing himself and asking, “As in the fruit? A-P-P-L-E?”
Junsu beamed at his excellent taste. “Isn’t that going to be so adorable? Analeigh and Apple!”
“I…I…” Yoochun looked at his lover who was positively glowing. “…okay,”
Junsu embraced his waist and Yoochun could not help but smile nervously as he readied himself for the backlash of his daughter when she finds out that she was named after a fruit by a man who was still on drugs at the time.
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Back at the Park/Kim Residence, the newly reunited couple was busily working in the nursery. They were attempting to finish up a job that should have been done months before. Jaejoong muttered the instructions on how to set up the changing table while Yunho tinkered with the screw driver and pieces of wood. They sat in the middle of the pink splattered room, papers and unassembled objects littering their surroundings.
Yunho growled angrily as he realized that he had been screwing the wrong things to each other. Jaejoong just smiled fondly at his frustration as he himself continued to make out the steps drawn on the little booklet. Amidst his gorilla-like grunts, Yunho’s cell phone beeped twice and he fished it out of his pocket almost violently.
Take credit for it. Don’t tell Jaejoong hyung.
Yunho stared down at the small device in his hands, completely baffled by the sudden text message from Changmin. They had been unable to contact him thus far and now, out of nowhere, this. What could the younger man possibly mean by the vague message? Take credit for what? Yunho’s forehead creased exponentially and the worried features did not go unnoticed by his attentive lover.
“Yunnie, what is it?” Jaejoong queried, tilting his head and letting strands of hair loose down his face. He shifted his position slightly to get a better look at Yunho who sat beside him, both of them with their legs tucked underneath their rears.
“Oh, it’s…” Don’t tell Jaejoong hyung. “One of the managers from YSE…they need to know something…about someone…”
“Khh…” Jaejoong replied, clearly miffed. “You barely got the company and they’re already bothering you. They better not make a habit out of that.”
Yunho raised a curios brow. “Are you sure you’re fine with me doing this? Are you sure you’re completely okay with me running YSE with Changminah?”
Jaejoong softened his features, reaching over to drop a light kiss on Yunho’s cheek. “I’m sure. I trust you, Yunnie. This might actually be a little less stress for you. And even if it isn’t, you can run three companies with your hands tied behind your back while being blindfolded. You’re extraordinary like that.”
Yunho laughed, pulling Jaejoong to him and positioning the smaller man atop his lap. He cradled Jaejoong who now had long legs wrapped around his torso. “Superman, huh? Am I your hero? Say it, boo. I’m your hero.”
Jaejoong embraced him on the neck and responded cheekily. “I’m your hero.”
“Tsk, tsk…” Yunho shook his head, disapproving playfully. “Youngwoung Yunho…better ring to it than…what was yours again? Youngwound Jaejoong? Khh…”
Jaejoong pouted, his plump red lower lip protruding adorably. So adorable in fact that Yunho did not even bother to resist capturing it between his teeth, nipping at the sensitive petal. Jaejoong moaned at the sudden tug of his lip, the sound overlapping Yunho’s soft suckling ones.
“Y-yunnie,” Jaejoong hissed out through his teeth. At the sound of his name, Yunho stopped his administrations but tightened his hold around his lover. Jaejoong continued on, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Did you know that if we hadn’t been stupid…hadn’t gotten all broken up…that we would be breaking our celibacy vow today?”
“Mmm, is that so?” Yunho replied huskily, his breath fanning out to send shivers down Jaejoong’s spine. Of course, he knew. And he hated himself for all the shit he put them through. Suddenly, a spark of longing ignited at the pit of his stomach. Yunho pushed away the air between their lips, any space more than none suddenly too much for him to handle.
Jaejoong kissed back just as hungrily, gripping at the roots of Yunho’s locks. He arched his back as Yunho’s deprived hands wandered aimlessly inside his shirt, touching, caressing, and clawing at the skin that would later be lathered with sweet tender kisses. Jaejoong moved his head out of the way of Yunho’s seeking mouth, tilting it back to expose the flawless pale skin of his neck.
Digging his teeth in, Yunho knew from the bitter taste and the gasp of his lover that he drew blood. The corrosive tang mingled with Jaejoong’s sweat and Yunho sucked harder. The crimson fluid laced with his fiancée ran raw down his throat, sending tingles to his abdomen. Jaejoong moaned deliriously as the pain transcended into undeniable pleasure.
Yunho’s wandering hands soon found themselves slipping into Jaejoong’s jeans and inside the cotton boxer briefs. He squeezed at the cheeks greedily; enjoying what he knew was his. The action sent Jaejoong springing upwards only to be stopped by Yunho’s mouth still marking the collarbone now marred with purple beauties. Yunho’s squeezes became tighter, his teeth biting deeper, and his cock hardening faster as Jaejoong moaned louder and louder, helpless amidst his lover’s desperate attempt at satiation.
“Y-yunnie…” Jaejoong whimpered, noting the tightening in his own pants. He rubbed it against the growing bulge constricted in Yunho’s jeans, and grinned impishly as it produced a low growl from his fiancée’s throat. “We’re in the nursery…”
“Two weeks, baby,” Yunho hissed through his teeth, the words like acid in his mouth. Jaejoong cursed at being reminded, wanting nothing more than to put those days to rest.
Yunho’s hands soon darted out of the confines of Jaejoong’s underwear. Yunho smirked at the crestfallen pout, wiping away the sad expression on Jaejoong as he fingered the buttons off of his polo shirt and proceeded to relieve himself of the polyester fabric. Jaejoong locked their lips once more as he took his own top off, pressing his bare chest against Yunho’s tanned pecks. The contact made the both of them moan, low rumblings from their throats as their opened mouths fought, tongues swirling dangerously around each other.
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His fingers dropped down to Yunho’s toned chest and blood rushed to his sex, desire tingling at the base of his stomach as he fingered the bigger man’s nipple, letting the pink nub harden under his touch. Answering his lover’s request, Yunho leaned back as his hands holding on to Jaejoong’s sculpted ass supported him. He created space for Jaejoong’s mouth to lap low onto his chest, moaning as the deft tongue ran its tip lower and lower. The cold and hot interchanging sensations addled Yunho’s senses and he barely noticed Jaejoong slipping from his hold.
“Boo…” Yunho called out as the only thing holding him up left, leaving him no choice but to fall back on the scattered papers with intricate drawings of shelves and drawers. “What are you doing?”
“Shh…” Jaejoong silenced him. Yunho felt his cock throb as it dawned on him what his lover was partaking on.
The dirty blond mop of hair traveled down the muscled abdomen. Jaejoong breathed in his baby’s musky scent as he reached the sprinkle of black adorning Yunho’s pelvis. He unbuttoned the jeans with his teeth, unzipping it in the same fashion. He pulled back Yunho’s pants and threw it beside them, tearing the blue boxers soon after.
Yunho’s cock stuck up into the air and Jaejoong licked the tip, teasing them both. Yunho’s hands grasped for Jaejoong’s hair but Jaejoong held them back. His lover must think he was going to bother with foreplay. He laughed inside. They hadn’t seen each other naked for over two weeks and he wasn’t about to waste his time with a blowjob.
Standing up, Jaejoong wiggled out of his jeans and underwear as Yunho watched him with a feral smile. In his birthday suit, Jaejoong suddenly fled the room. Yunho shouted after him but he ignored it. He dashed to the master bedroom and went straight to the dresser drawers where he knew Junsu kept the flavored lubricant. Plucking out raspberry, Jaejoong ran back to the nursery where his indignant fiancée laid naked.
“Damnit, Jae! Where’d you go?!” Yunho huffed furiously.
Jaejoong scurried back to him, sitting on his thighs and letting their stiff cocks brush up against each other. “I had to get lubricant, Yunnie. How else were you going to do me?”
Yunho smirked, his anger of a few seconds fleeing his mind. He grabbed the tube of raspberry lube from Jaejoong and squeezed out a generous amount. Quickly finding their positions, Yunho was soon cradling Jaejoong in his lap. Yunho shoved in two slick fingers inside the tight hole. Jaejoong moaned wantonly as his crevices was penetrated and his insides massaged, fingers frantically working on him.
“Oh, God, Yunnie…” Jaejoong cried out, the fulfilling sensation suddenly foreign yet so missed. He pressed his body against Yunho, his cock grazing his lover’s abdomen. He could sense the desperation in which Yunho prepared him and he could sympathize, wanting nothing more than to have Yunho inside of him once more.
“Yunnie, stop…I’m ready. Just fuck me.” Jaejoong panted breathlessly. Yunho slipped out of him, and he gasped as he felt the void. Guided by calloused hands, he hovered over Yunho’s weeping cock. Yunho’s nails digging at his side was his only warning as he was slammed down onto the hard shaft. “Ah! Yunnie!”
“Let me be your hero, baby…” Yunho grunted out as he lifted Jaejoong only to slam his baby back down on him again. Jaejoong moans of hero rang in Yunho ears, fueling him to piston his lover’s sinuous lithe frame again and again.
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Ding Dong!
The two noted shrill pierced their wanton pants and Yunho tightened his hold on Jaejoong’s waist, his fingers leaving a mark on the porcelain skin. Jaejoong, unable to ignore the sharp ringing, pulled back slightly, causing Yunho to whimper at the sudden absence.
“We have to answer that, Yunnie…” Jaejoong argued, though he stayed in his position (on Yunho’s cock. The tip rubbed at his prostate and he wiggled slightly to caress his core.)
“Two weeks, Jae,” Yunho reminded his lover as he planted kisses all over the glistening neck.
Ding Dong!
Jaejoong trembled beneath Yunho’s persuasion but the doorbell was too loud for him to ignore. “Let’s just answer it and we can go back to this. Please, Yunnie…I want you to fuck me without that damn ringing in the background.”
Yunho growled at the request, losing a battle he never had a chance in winning. Five minutes later, Jaejoong clad in nothing but a white polo shirt bounded the stairs, Yunho in boxers trailing right behind him. The both of them looked on angrily at the delivery man as they opened the door.
“What?!” Jaejoong barked, folding his arms across his chest.
The man smirked, his eyes traveling down to Jaejoong’s bare thighs and long legs exposed for the world to see. He felt his mouth go dry as a visible bulge peeked from the seams of the buttoned shirt that barely covered Jaejoong. He ogled it with lust shining in his eyes, forgetting the point of his visit. The stunning view was suddenly ripped away and replaced with legs just as toned but more burly and hairy.
“Eyes up here, kid,” Yunho ordered threateningly. He stepped in front of Jaejoong, shielding his lover who was smiling cheekily from behind; chin resting on Yunho’s broad shoulders and hands gripping at Yunho’s hips.
The delivery found it hard to take a guy in nothing but blue checkered boxers seriously though he held back his laughter. He just smirked again and winked suggestively at Jaejoong, backing away slightly as Yunho made to advance only to be held back by Jaejoong’s tight embrace.
“Calm down, buddy,” he said, raising his palms up defensively. He took three steps back as Yunho narrowed his eyes at the informal address, as if they were anywhere near being buddies. The man gestured to two guys far away, tilting his head as the go signal for them to bring in the three tier cake that they were here for.
“Oh my God! Our wedding cake!” Jaejoong squeaked.
Yunho and Jaejoong made way for the cake, clearing the vases off of the mahogany table in the center of the room. Two uniformed men placed the chocolate cake carefully down and Jaejoong pushed them away as soon as the magnificent dessert was safely laid. The pervert from seconds before made Yunho sign the forms, giving him an engraved envelope with elegant swirl designs.
“Give it to him,” The man whispered to Yunho, gesturing to Jaejoong who was circling the cake in admiration, all thoughts of dirty deeds out the window. Yunho nodded absentmindedly, closing the door behind on the delivery men and walking over to his lover.
“Here, Boo…” Yunho handed the closed letter. Jaejoong’s eyes lit up at the pretty piece of paper, still so stunned and baffled as to why the cake had arrived at Yoochun and Junsu’s house. He ripped it by the end neatly, pinching out a white pristine invitation.
You are cordially invited to celebrate the wedding of
Kim Jaejoong
and
Jung Yunho
At the quaint chapel of General Hospital
On June 22, 2008
“Oh my Gosh!” Jaejoong yelled, turning around and hugging his fiancée at the neck. “What is this?! Did you-did you plan this?”
“Huh? Why would I-” Take credit for it. Changmin’s message suddenly becoming clear, Yunho smiled nervously. “Yup…yes, I did.”
“Wait, I don’t understand…” Jaejoong beamed in confusion. “Is everything set up?”
Yunho nodded slowly. “Yes…I think so…”
“Ah!” Jaejoong squealed, squeezing Yunho’s neck once more. “How did you know what cake we were going to have?! And how did you know that this is the invitation we were going to have?! Kyah~ you’re too good of an actor. I didn’t even have the slightest clue!”
“Oh, boo,” Yunho chuckled smugly, quickly fitting into his new role. “If you had a clue about it then it wouldn’t have been a surprise. And of course I would have known about these things…I mean, it was my wedding too, you know.”
Shamed, Jaejoong crooned. “I’m sorry, Yunnie…I didn’t mean-of course it was your wedding too.”
Yunho looked rightfully scorned for a second before reverting to his playful persona. “Well, put your clothes on, boo. Bring mine down too actually.” He tapped Jaejoong on the ass and Jaejoong gleefully obliged.
Once Jaejoong’s footsteps faded, Yunho grabbed the cordless home phone and punched in Changmin’s number. As it rang, he dipped his finger into the chocolate goodness and licked off the icing. Wow, Yunho thought as the chocolate melted in his mouth. No wonder this wedding cost so much.
“Hyung? Did you get the cake?” Yunho strained his ear to catch Changmin’s words, the younger man whispering into the phone.
“Yes, I did…” Yunho whispered back. “Why are we whispering?”
Changmin chuckled. “I’m in the chapel and some people are in here praying...”
The words clicking, Yunho asked in his normal voice, “Chapel? As in the chapel where I apparently planned my wedding to be held at?”
“Yup,” Changmin answered smugly. “The one and only…”
Yunho shook his head, amused at his dongsaeng. “You’re one of a kind, Min… How someone can plan a wedding that Jaejoong will love within a day is beyond me.”
Changmin’s melodious laughter streamed from the other end. “Hey, hyung…if I managed to plan a baby shower for the elites in a day, I can do a damn wedding. It’s a gift that I promised God I’d share with you lesser beings.”
“Ha! Well this lesser being is extremely thankful to have you in his life…” Yunho glanced at the stairs as if Jaejoong was going to come bounding down any second. “So what exactly is the plan?”
“The plan?” Changmin scoffed. “The plan is for you to trust me and just act like your usually self, as if you’re some kind of all knowing, omnipotent, infallible bastard with that smug smile. You’re an award winning actor. I’m sure you can fool your gullible husband-to-be that you were smart enough to do all of this.”
“Says the man whose company I had to save with my wedding money,” Yunho teased playfully.
“Tsk, tsk…” Changmin replied. “Bygones, hyung.”
“Ah, of course…” Yunho drawled. “If your plan works, then we’re more than even, Changminah.”
A light pause before Changmin responded, “No…not yet, hyung. I’ll do something bigger in the sequel.”
Static breaking the end of Changmin’s sentence, Yunho asked, “Huh? In the what?”
“Future,” Changmin repeated. “I’ll do something bigger in the future.”
“I--” Yunho’s words were cut off, the monotonous beeping signifying the end of the call. He shrugged, getting increasingly familiar with the abrupt goodbyes, rude though holding no ill-feeling. It was just for the best anyways, Yunho thought as his jeans and shirt hit him on the head, covering his face effectively. Jaejoong skipped down the stairs, throwing his clothes at him.
“Yunnie! I just realized that you can’t see the bride before the wedding!” Jaejoong shouted fervently. “So keep your eyes covered, okay?”
Yunho sighed impatiently, though making a mental note to tease Jaejoong for referring to himself as the bride. “Jae, I think what we were doing before kind of breaks every myth about pre-wedding preparations…”
“Kyah!” Jaejoong grabbed Yunho by the arm and promptly shoved him out the door. “You get to the church first! You can’t see me before the wedding!”
“Ow!” Yunho yelped, barely steadying his balance as he was kicked out of the house. He took the pieces of clothing from his head and began to dress himself, grumbling all the while, “Fine! Fine! Damn wedding…”
“I heard that!” Jaejoong shouted from the other side of the door.
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Part 2
Yoochun scooted into the hospital bed with Junsu, hugging his husband tightly to make room for himself. They brought up the blanket to their waists, cuddling closer to each other. Yoochun grabbed the remote resting on the bedside table and clicked on the power button. The television sprung to life, the number six glaring at the right corner of the screen.
( The Wedding - Coffee Sweet )
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A/N: The names - Jiyoung was picked out of the hat but Jooyoun is the wonderful girl who took the time to teach me how to read Korean. I suck at it still but thanks to her, I'm way better than what I was three months ago. Analeigh was picked by the amazing
crosssdx and Apple was, of course, from that interview of DBSK where they made Junsu spell Apple.
Length: Chaptered
Warning: It's amateur, It's a light and easy read, It's a failed attempt at fluff.
Pairing: Jaeho/Yunjae, Yoosu
Genre: Fluff, Lemon?
Disclaimer: I'm bidding on eBay for Jaejoong but this jerk, YunBear66, keeps outbidding me.
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 ; Cha pter 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 ; Chapter 15: Wishing Star ; Chapter 16: Fumble ; Chapter 17: Dodo Birds
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Part 1
Ignoring the hushed snickering and rapid mutterings behind his back, Junsu forced the rest of the world to the back of his mind. He paid no heed to the nurses that seemed to have abandoned their work to play his captivated audience as he sang softly to the girls still incubated. He had leaned onto the edge of his wheelchair and brought his face barely a couple of inches away from the glass casing. He was at eye level with the babies and he knew they could sense his presence.
He was utterly mesmerized. By their itty bitty feet and chubby legs, Junsu knew he would forever be wrapped around their pretty little fingers. His only hope for maintaining a suitable household where the girls are neither pampered nor spoiled to the brim rested solely on Yoochun. So really, there was no hope at all. Their girls were going to run the house and they would pay the bills. Pathetic, Junsu smirked.
His thoughts wandering for a second there, he had paused in his singing and the absence of the soothing melody had sent the nameless babies whimpering. The sounds, accompanied with the distorted features they made, acted like a signal; a warning that they were about to cry but that there was still a chance to please them. Junsu had noted this immediately, storing the information in a safe place for he knew he would soon need it again. Not wanting to deny his girls anything so early on, he began to sing again, to the pleasure of the twins and all the nurses that have filtered into the room not so subtly.
“I know it might sound more than a little crazy,
But I believe…
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life…mmm...”
Junsu hummed the rest, bowing slightly at the short applause from the women and men clad in multi-colored scrubs. He did not bother turning around to it, however, as he was still unable to tear his gaze away from his babies. There was a time when he would revel in those cheers, those clapping of hands that produced thundering praise. But that time had long since passed. From now on, his voice, his talents, would serve a different purpose; to lull the restless twins to sleep, to ease their pain from tiny scrapes and bruises, to hush their cries for appa. Even after months of harboring the girls in his body, these first few minutes of seeing them did he finally realize how much his life was about to be changed for the better.
He sniffed. Eyes trained at the girls suddenly became blurred in their vision and the lips through which a soft melody was hummed began to quiver. His face scrunched up as tears cascaded down his cheeks, his chest welling with happiness, contentment, pure joy, and anything else synonymous to those. He heard ‘aww’s’ from the sidelines but was ever so grateful that the medical personals maintained their distance and gave him his space as he continued to weep unabashedly.
“Su~ah,” the familiar tenderness in his husband’s voice and the gentle squeeze on his shoulder caused Junsu to sob even harder. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”
“I can’t keep my eyes off of them,” Junsu smiled through his tears. “God, Chunnie…what did we do to deserve them? I mean, I seriously can’t think of anything in our past to deserve this karma…”
“Babe,” Yoochun crooned, massaging the base of Junsu’s neck gently. “We’re not out of the woods yet. They still need to be incubated and…well; we’re just not out of the woods yet. We’ve still got to raise them, go through their first chicken pox with them, and suffer them while they’re crazy teenagers.”
“Oh, shush, will you? How can you be in their presence and be pessimistic?” Junsu chided, wiping away his snot with the cotton fabric of the hospital gown. “Now, we need to decide on their names before the others come here and decide for us.”
Yoochun chuckled. “Don’t worry. We’ve got plenty of time. Your mom is texting the masses about this, including our agents, Yunho and Jaejoong are at our house setting up the nursery for us, and Changmin has been missing since yesterday and has stopped answering any of our calls. Guess he’s pretty busy too,”
“That’s starting to worry me,” Junsu sighed. Unlike the others, Changmin had not been there when Junsu had awoken, sending the older man to assume that he was too consumed with guilt to be there. “God, I really hope…” he doesn’t blame himself for all of this… “…he’s okay.”
Sensing his lover’s anxiety, Yoochun took a deep breath and confronted the big elephant in the room. “Junsu, I know.”
Befuddled, Junsu looked up at his husband. “Know what?”
Yoochun pursed his lips, uncertain as to whether Junsu was playing dumb or if the man really had no clue about what he was hinting towards. “I know about the company, about you two trying to fix it behind my back, about you stressing yourself out with all of this, and risking your life and the girls. I know, Su…”
Junsu felt tears forming once more as he croaked out, “Do you hate me? Do you hate Min?”
Yoochun glanced at their daughters with things plastered on their tiny chests to monitor their hearts and then at the man who made his dreams of fatherhood come true. As his response, he bent low to capture Junsu’s mouth in his. Hands flew to Junsu’s hair, gripping at the roots and tilting Junsu’s head further up to meet his. Yoochun was aware of the stares that they garnered but he could not care less. He wanted, needed, to kiss Junsu’s worries away.
Pulling away as his message was clearly understood, Yoochun stood up straighter. “I’ve done my share of hating lately, baby. While you were sleeping, Changminah and I talked it out and everything’s fine now.”
Junsu nodded, trusting his man completely. “That’s good to hear. Now, why don’t we name the girls? You said you thought of some when you were with them last night, right?”
Yoochun nodded, chuckling sheepishly. “Well, your mother mentioned to me that if you and your brother had been girls, she would have named you two Jiyoung and Jooyoun. And since we didn’t really have any planned, I was thinking of just using those. To tell you the truth, I think that’s already their names in my head. Jiyoung…Jooyoun…See? The older one just looks like Jiyoung and the baby of the family, like you were…Jooyoun. Unnie Jiyoung is what we’ll call her and she’ll take care of her dongsaeng…”
Junsu smiled as he witnessed his husband’s eyes glaze over wistfully, as if seeing past them and watching all the little fantasies Yoochun’s mind had already dreamed up for the four of them. It was hard not to fall in love even more but Junsu tried nonetheless, not minding his failure in the end. “I can see it, baby. Jiyoung and Jooyoun…What about their American names, though?”
“Well, to be fair, I think you should decide that.” Yoochun nudged encouragingly, taking the risk of Junsu and English, a deadly combination. “So good ahead, Su,”
Junsu cleared his throat, preparing himself and leaving no room for error in his English, a language he had long since ‘perfected.’ “Ahem, ahem…how about…Analeigh for Jiyoung…”
“Okay, sounds good so far,” Yoochun prompted him on.
“…and for Jooyoun…” Junsu paused, considering all of his options. “…Apple.”
Yoochun gaped for a few seconds, letting the word sink in before composing himself and asking, “As in the fruit? A-P-P-L-E?”
Junsu beamed at his excellent taste. “Isn’t that going to be so adorable? Analeigh and Apple!”
“I…I…” Yoochun looked at his lover who was positively glowing. “…okay,”
Junsu embraced his waist and Yoochun could not help but smile nervously as he readied himself for the backlash of his daughter when she finds out that she was named after a fruit by a man who was still on drugs at the time.
~*~
Back at the Park/Kim Residence, the newly reunited couple was busily working in the nursery. They were attempting to finish up a job that should have been done months before. Jaejoong muttered the instructions on how to set up the changing table while Yunho tinkered with the screw driver and pieces of wood. They sat in the middle of the pink splattered room, papers and unassembled objects littering their surroundings.
Yunho growled angrily as he realized that he had been screwing the wrong things to each other. Jaejoong just smiled fondly at his frustration as he himself continued to make out the steps drawn on the little booklet. Amidst his gorilla-like grunts, Yunho’s cell phone beeped twice and he fished it out of his pocket almost violently.
Take credit for it. Don’t tell Jaejoong hyung.
Yunho stared down at the small device in his hands, completely baffled by the sudden text message from Changmin. They had been unable to contact him thus far and now, out of nowhere, this. What could the younger man possibly mean by the vague message? Take credit for what? Yunho’s forehead creased exponentially and the worried features did not go unnoticed by his attentive lover.
“Yunnie, what is it?” Jaejoong queried, tilting his head and letting strands of hair loose down his face. He shifted his position slightly to get a better look at Yunho who sat beside him, both of them with their legs tucked underneath their rears.
“Oh, it’s…” Don’t tell Jaejoong hyung. “One of the managers from YSE…they need to know something…about someone…”
“Khh…” Jaejoong replied, clearly miffed. “You barely got the company and they’re already bothering you. They better not make a habit out of that.”
Yunho raised a curios brow. “Are you sure you’re fine with me doing this? Are you sure you’re completely okay with me running YSE with Changminah?”
Jaejoong softened his features, reaching over to drop a light kiss on Yunho’s cheek. “I’m sure. I trust you, Yunnie. This might actually be a little less stress for you. And even if it isn’t, you can run three companies with your hands tied behind your back while being blindfolded. You’re extraordinary like that.”
Yunho laughed, pulling Jaejoong to him and positioning the smaller man atop his lap. He cradled Jaejoong who now had long legs wrapped around his torso. “Superman, huh? Am I your hero? Say it, boo. I’m your hero.”
Jaejoong embraced him on the neck and responded cheekily. “I’m your hero.”
“Tsk, tsk…” Yunho shook his head, disapproving playfully. “Youngwoung Yunho…better ring to it than…what was yours again? Youngwound Jaejoong? Khh…”
Jaejoong pouted, his plump red lower lip protruding adorably. So adorable in fact that Yunho did not even bother to resist capturing it between his teeth, nipping at the sensitive petal. Jaejoong moaned at the sudden tug of his lip, the sound overlapping Yunho’s soft suckling ones.
“Y-yunnie,” Jaejoong hissed out through his teeth. At the sound of his name, Yunho stopped his administrations but tightened his hold around his lover. Jaejoong continued on, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Did you know that if we hadn’t been stupid…hadn’t gotten all broken up…that we would be breaking our celibacy vow today?”
“Mmm, is that so?” Yunho replied huskily, his breath fanning out to send shivers down Jaejoong’s spine. Of course, he knew. And he hated himself for all the shit he put them through. Suddenly, a spark of longing ignited at the pit of his stomach. Yunho pushed away the air between their lips, any space more than none suddenly too much for him to handle.
Jaejoong kissed back just as hungrily, gripping at the roots of Yunho’s locks. He arched his back as Yunho’s deprived hands wandered aimlessly inside his shirt, touching, caressing, and clawing at the skin that would later be lathered with sweet tender kisses. Jaejoong moved his head out of the way of Yunho’s seeking mouth, tilting it back to expose the flawless pale skin of his neck.
Digging his teeth in, Yunho knew from the bitter taste and the gasp of his lover that he drew blood. The corrosive tang mingled with Jaejoong’s sweat and Yunho sucked harder. The crimson fluid laced with his fiancée ran raw down his throat, sending tingles to his abdomen. Jaejoong moaned deliriously as the pain transcended into undeniable pleasure.
Yunho’s wandering hands soon found themselves slipping into Jaejoong’s jeans and inside the cotton boxer briefs. He squeezed at the cheeks greedily; enjoying what he knew was his. The action sent Jaejoong springing upwards only to be stopped by Yunho’s mouth still marking the collarbone now marred with purple beauties. Yunho’s squeezes became tighter, his teeth biting deeper, and his cock hardening faster as Jaejoong moaned louder and louder, helpless amidst his lover’s desperate attempt at satiation.
“Y-yunnie…” Jaejoong whimpered, noting the tightening in his own pants. He rubbed it against the growing bulge constricted in Yunho’s jeans, and grinned impishly as it produced a low growl from his fiancée’s throat. “We’re in the nursery…”
“Two weeks, baby,” Yunho hissed through his teeth, the words like acid in his mouth. Jaejoong cursed at being reminded, wanting nothing more than to put those days to rest.
Yunho’s hands soon darted out of the confines of Jaejoong’s underwear. Yunho smirked at the crestfallen pout, wiping away the sad expression on Jaejoong as he fingered the buttons off of his polo shirt and proceeded to relieve himself of the polyester fabric. Jaejoong locked their lips once more as he took his own top off, pressing his bare chest against Yunho’s tanned pecks. The contact made the both of them moan, low rumblings from their throats as their opened mouths fought, tongues swirling dangerously around each other.
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His fingers dropped down to Yunho’s toned chest and blood rushed to his sex, desire tingling at the base of his stomach as he fingered the bigger man’s nipple, letting the pink nub harden under his touch. Answering his lover’s request, Yunho leaned back as his hands holding on to Jaejoong’s sculpted ass supported him. He created space for Jaejoong’s mouth to lap low onto his chest, moaning as the deft tongue ran its tip lower and lower. The cold and hot interchanging sensations addled Yunho’s senses and he barely noticed Jaejoong slipping from his hold.
“Boo…” Yunho called out as the only thing holding him up left, leaving him no choice but to fall back on the scattered papers with intricate drawings of shelves and drawers. “What are you doing?”
“Shh…” Jaejoong silenced him. Yunho felt his cock throb as it dawned on him what his lover was partaking on.
The dirty blond mop of hair traveled down the muscled abdomen. Jaejoong breathed in his baby’s musky scent as he reached the sprinkle of black adorning Yunho’s pelvis. He unbuttoned the jeans with his teeth, unzipping it in the same fashion. He pulled back Yunho’s pants and threw it beside them, tearing the blue boxers soon after.
Yunho’s cock stuck up into the air and Jaejoong licked the tip, teasing them both. Yunho’s hands grasped for Jaejoong’s hair but Jaejoong held them back. His lover must think he was going to bother with foreplay. He laughed inside. They hadn’t seen each other naked for over two weeks and he wasn’t about to waste his time with a blowjob.
Standing up, Jaejoong wiggled out of his jeans and underwear as Yunho watched him with a feral smile. In his birthday suit, Jaejoong suddenly fled the room. Yunho shouted after him but he ignored it. He dashed to the master bedroom and went straight to the dresser drawers where he knew Junsu kept the flavored lubricant. Plucking out raspberry, Jaejoong ran back to the nursery where his indignant fiancée laid naked.
“Damnit, Jae! Where’d you go?!” Yunho huffed furiously.
Jaejoong scurried back to him, sitting on his thighs and letting their stiff cocks brush up against each other. “I had to get lubricant, Yunnie. How else were you going to do me?”
Yunho smirked, his anger of a few seconds fleeing his mind. He grabbed the tube of raspberry lube from Jaejoong and squeezed out a generous amount. Quickly finding their positions, Yunho was soon cradling Jaejoong in his lap. Yunho shoved in two slick fingers inside the tight hole. Jaejoong moaned wantonly as his crevices was penetrated and his insides massaged, fingers frantically working on him.
“Oh, God, Yunnie…” Jaejoong cried out, the fulfilling sensation suddenly foreign yet so missed. He pressed his body against Yunho, his cock grazing his lover’s abdomen. He could sense the desperation in which Yunho prepared him and he could sympathize, wanting nothing more than to have Yunho inside of him once more.
“Yunnie, stop…I’m ready. Just fuck me.” Jaejoong panted breathlessly. Yunho slipped out of him, and he gasped as he felt the void. Guided by calloused hands, he hovered over Yunho’s weeping cock. Yunho’s nails digging at his side was his only warning as he was slammed down onto the hard shaft. “Ah! Yunnie!”
“Let me be your hero, baby…” Yunho grunted out as he lifted Jaejoong only to slam his baby back down on him again. Jaejoong moans of hero rang in Yunho ears, fueling him to piston his lover’s sinuous lithe frame again and again.
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Ding Dong!
The two noted shrill pierced their wanton pants and Yunho tightened his hold on Jaejoong’s waist, his fingers leaving a mark on the porcelain skin. Jaejoong, unable to ignore the sharp ringing, pulled back slightly, causing Yunho to whimper at the sudden absence.
“We have to answer that, Yunnie…” Jaejoong argued, though he stayed in his position (on Yunho’s cock. The tip rubbed at his prostate and he wiggled slightly to caress his core.)
“Two weeks, Jae,” Yunho reminded his lover as he planted kisses all over the glistening neck.
Ding Dong!
Jaejoong trembled beneath Yunho’s persuasion but the doorbell was too loud for him to ignore. “Let’s just answer it and we can go back to this. Please, Yunnie…I want you to fuck me without that damn ringing in the background.”
Yunho growled at the request, losing a battle he never had a chance in winning. Five minutes later, Jaejoong clad in nothing but a white polo shirt bounded the stairs, Yunho in boxers trailing right behind him. The both of them looked on angrily at the delivery man as they opened the door.
“What?!” Jaejoong barked, folding his arms across his chest.
The man smirked, his eyes traveling down to Jaejoong’s bare thighs and long legs exposed for the world to see. He felt his mouth go dry as a visible bulge peeked from the seams of the buttoned shirt that barely covered Jaejoong. He ogled it with lust shining in his eyes, forgetting the point of his visit. The stunning view was suddenly ripped away and replaced with legs just as toned but more burly and hairy.
“Eyes up here, kid,” Yunho ordered threateningly. He stepped in front of Jaejoong, shielding his lover who was smiling cheekily from behind; chin resting on Yunho’s broad shoulders and hands gripping at Yunho’s hips.
The delivery found it hard to take a guy in nothing but blue checkered boxers seriously though he held back his laughter. He just smirked again and winked suggestively at Jaejoong, backing away slightly as Yunho made to advance only to be held back by Jaejoong’s tight embrace.
“Calm down, buddy,” he said, raising his palms up defensively. He took three steps back as Yunho narrowed his eyes at the informal address, as if they were anywhere near being buddies. The man gestured to two guys far away, tilting his head as the go signal for them to bring in the three tier cake that they were here for.
“Oh my God! Our wedding cake!” Jaejoong squeaked.
Yunho and Jaejoong made way for the cake, clearing the vases off of the mahogany table in the center of the room. Two uniformed men placed the chocolate cake carefully down and Jaejoong pushed them away as soon as the magnificent dessert was safely laid. The pervert from seconds before made Yunho sign the forms, giving him an engraved envelope with elegant swirl designs.
“Give it to him,” The man whispered to Yunho, gesturing to Jaejoong who was circling the cake in admiration, all thoughts of dirty deeds out the window. Yunho nodded absentmindedly, closing the door behind on the delivery men and walking over to his lover.
“Here, Boo…” Yunho handed the closed letter. Jaejoong’s eyes lit up at the pretty piece of paper, still so stunned and baffled as to why the cake had arrived at Yoochun and Junsu’s house. He ripped it by the end neatly, pinching out a white pristine invitation.
You are cordially invited to celebrate the wedding of
Kim Jaejoong
and
Jung Yunho
At the quaint chapel of General Hospital
On June 22, 2008
“Oh my Gosh!” Jaejoong yelled, turning around and hugging his fiancée at the neck. “What is this?! Did you-did you plan this?”
“Huh? Why would I-” Take credit for it. Changmin’s message suddenly becoming clear, Yunho smiled nervously. “Yup…yes, I did.”
“Wait, I don’t understand…” Jaejoong beamed in confusion. “Is everything set up?”
Yunho nodded slowly. “Yes…I think so…”
“Ah!” Jaejoong squealed, squeezing Yunho’s neck once more. “How did you know what cake we were going to have?! And how did you know that this is the invitation we were going to have?! Kyah~ you’re too good of an actor. I didn’t even have the slightest clue!”
“Oh, boo,” Yunho chuckled smugly, quickly fitting into his new role. “If you had a clue about it then it wouldn’t have been a surprise. And of course I would have known about these things…I mean, it was my wedding too, you know.”
Shamed, Jaejoong crooned. “I’m sorry, Yunnie…I didn’t mean-of course it was your wedding too.”
Yunho looked rightfully scorned for a second before reverting to his playful persona. “Well, put your clothes on, boo. Bring mine down too actually.” He tapped Jaejoong on the ass and Jaejoong gleefully obliged.
Once Jaejoong’s footsteps faded, Yunho grabbed the cordless home phone and punched in Changmin’s number. As it rang, he dipped his finger into the chocolate goodness and licked off the icing. Wow, Yunho thought as the chocolate melted in his mouth. No wonder this wedding cost so much.
“Hyung? Did you get the cake?” Yunho strained his ear to catch Changmin’s words, the younger man whispering into the phone.
“Yes, I did…” Yunho whispered back. “Why are we whispering?”
Changmin chuckled. “I’m in the chapel and some people are in here praying...”
The words clicking, Yunho asked in his normal voice, “Chapel? As in the chapel where I apparently planned my wedding to be held at?”
“Yup,” Changmin answered smugly. “The one and only…”
Yunho shook his head, amused at his dongsaeng. “You’re one of a kind, Min… How someone can plan a wedding that Jaejoong will love within a day is beyond me.”
Changmin’s melodious laughter streamed from the other end. “Hey, hyung…if I managed to plan a baby shower for the elites in a day, I can do a damn wedding. It’s a gift that I promised God I’d share with you lesser beings.”
“Ha! Well this lesser being is extremely thankful to have you in his life…” Yunho glanced at the stairs as if Jaejoong was going to come bounding down any second. “So what exactly is the plan?”
“The plan?” Changmin scoffed. “The plan is for you to trust me and just act like your usually self, as if you’re some kind of all knowing, omnipotent, infallible bastard with that smug smile. You’re an award winning actor. I’m sure you can fool your gullible husband-to-be that you were smart enough to do all of this.”
“Says the man whose company I had to save with my wedding money,” Yunho teased playfully.
“Tsk, tsk…” Changmin replied. “Bygones, hyung.”
“Ah, of course…” Yunho drawled. “If your plan works, then we’re more than even, Changminah.”
A light pause before Changmin responded, “No…not yet, hyung. I’ll do something bigger in the sequel.”
Static breaking the end of Changmin’s sentence, Yunho asked, “Huh? In the what?”
“Future,” Changmin repeated. “I’ll do something bigger in the future.”
“I--” Yunho’s words were cut off, the monotonous beeping signifying the end of the call. He shrugged, getting increasingly familiar with the abrupt goodbyes, rude though holding no ill-feeling. It was just for the best anyways, Yunho thought as his jeans and shirt hit him on the head, covering his face effectively. Jaejoong skipped down the stairs, throwing his clothes at him.
“Yunnie! I just realized that you can’t see the bride before the wedding!” Jaejoong shouted fervently. “So keep your eyes covered, okay?”
Yunho sighed impatiently, though making a mental note to tease Jaejoong for referring to himself as the bride. “Jae, I think what we were doing before kind of breaks every myth about pre-wedding preparations…”
“Kyah!” Jaejoong grabbed Yunho by the arm and promptly shoved him out the door. “You get to the church first! You can’t see me before the wedding!”
“Ow!” Yunho yelped, barely steadying his balance as he was kicked out of the house. He took the pieces of clothing from his head and began to dress himself, grumbling all the while, “Fine! Fine! Damn wedding…”
“I heard that!” Jaejoong shouted from the other side of the door.
~*~*~
Part 2
Yoochun scooted into the hospital bed with Junsu, hugging his husband tightly to make room for himself. They brought up the blanket to their waists, cuddling closer to each other. Yoochun grabbed the remote resting on the bedside table and clicked on the power button. The television sprung to life, the number six glaring at the right corner of the screen.
( The Wedding - Coffee Sweet )
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A/N: The names - Jiyoung was picked out of the hat but Jooyoun is the wonderful girl who took the time to teach me how to read Korean. I suck at it still but thanks to her, I'm way better than what I was three months ago. Analeigh was picked by the amazing
crosssdx and Apple was, of course, from that interview of DBSK where they made Junsu spell Apple.