Right Here 8/12
TITLE: Right Here
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
PAIRING: MinKey, JongYu, YoungTae, broken!OnKey, JongTae, InaDay
GENRE: romance, comedy, smut, blah blah blah
RATING: G-NC17 (depending on the chapter)
SUMMARY: I’m the one you kiss in the morning. I’ll send you out to the world with my loving. I ain’t gonna trip ‘cause you always gonna keep it right here.
A/N: Sorry for the late update, it's been busy for me since the beginning of the month. And it'll keep being busy. I have a flashlight easter egg hunt on friday night then I work on Saturday until 4 before running off to my cousin's debut. Then my brother comes home on Easter Sunday. And so much more. I will definitely try to update my other stories later this week as well. Oh and this is the drawing I talk about during the MinKey part of the chapter. Key's drawing Sorry no spots today since I need to start getting ready for work. MIANHE!!! Oh and I forgot to give my twinnie nerd_b00ger credit for his help on the MinKey part of this update. Mianhe twinnie! I ♥ you!
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Babe,” I call out to him from the kitchen. I can’t believe our 100th day together is next month. Time sure is flying faster than it ever has in my life. I guess it’s because I’m with Key now and I can honestly say that I haven’t been this happy in a long time. I forgot how good it feels to be in a relationship. But I’m glad I waited until I met the right person and Key seems to be that person. It helps that Yoogeun already loved him before we even got together and I think he might be part of the reason why we’re together now. If it weren’t for him, we never would have gone out for dinner after the open house and gotten to know each other better. And if that night never happened we probably never would have gotten closer and I probably wouldn’t have approached him at that stupid party Donghae made me go to. I smile as I remember the past couple months we’ve spent together.
“Yeah Hoho?” he replies from his seat on the couch. I never knew how tiring his job was until we started to date. Whenever him and Yoogeun came home, yes we’re living together now, he’d always go straight to lounge on the couch after he changed into his house clothes. I always found it funny that even his house clothes were still stylish and designer names. He’s definitely a fashionista. His clothes take up more space in my closet than mine do. I actually keep some of my clothes in Yoogeun’s closet.
“Who drew this?” I walk to the entrance and hold up the drawing I had found on the counter.
“Oh that?” he says after looking at the paper.
“Yeah this.”
“I drew that,” he says nonchalantly as he goes back to reading the magazine that he had on his lap.
“You did?” I stare at the picture a little harder. I think it’s of two aliens, but I can’t really tell, “Are you sure Yoogeun didn’t draw this?”
“Yes I’m sure Hoho,” he says with a sigh, “I drew it. You don’t think it’s cute?”
“It’s… um… different,” I finally say.
“Tranalation: I hate it.”
“I didn’t say that! Don’t put words in my mouth,” he finally gets up and walks over to me. He tries to grab for the piece of paper in my hand, but I turn my back to him.
“Yeobo,” he whines.
“So what exactly is this picture of?” I ask him, staring harder at the picture.
“Oh the, I guess you can call it an alien, on the left is you since he’s tall and has big bug eyes. While the smaller one on the right is me,” I turn back to face him and he’s cleaning up the crayons that are strewn across the dining room table.
“But you’re fatter than me,” I say without really thinking it through and once I realize the words that just escaped my lips, it’s too late.
“Yah!” he throws a red marker at me and I duck just in time for it to barely graze the top of my head.
“And you don’t have any arms,” I add.
“Yoogeun bumped into my arm while I was drawing me,” he mumbles and I just barely catch it.
“Why don’t I have shoes? You have shoes, why do I have to be barefoot?”
“Now you’re just overanalyzing the whole thing,” he walks back towards me and tries to grab the paper again, but I move my arm above my head where he can’t reach the paper. When he drops his, I bring mine back down to look at the picture once again.
“I still don’t see how I can be this one,” I say as I point to the ‘alien’ that’s supposed to be me.
“Like I said it’s tall and has big bug eyes just like you. Oh and long arms as well.”
I hold out my arms and stare at them, “Are they really that long?” I start to move my arms around and accidentally hit Key in the head with them. “Hm, I guess they are.”
“Yah,” he yells.
“What?”
“What do you mean what? You just hit me in the head with your freakishly long arms!” he rubs the spot on his head that I had hit.
“Oh I did huh?” I keep moving my arms around and he takes a step back.
“Aren’t you going to apologize to me? And watch where you swing those things, you can take someone’s eye out!”
“Oh I’m sorry Kim Bap,” I drop my arms and take a step towards him, “Where did I hit you?”
“Are you going to kiss it and make it better?”
“I was just going to get an ice pack for it, but if you want me to kiss it, I can do that too.”
“Oh never mind,” he turns around and goes back to the couch.
“Aw, don’t be like that,” I follow him to the living room.
“Like what?” he asks as he resumes his position he was in before I started to ask him about the drawing, grabbing the magazine once again. He opens it up to a random page and starts to flip through it again.
“Oh just quit acting,” I lean forward and kiss the spot where he was rubbing earlier, “I’m sorry I hit you baby.”
“Thank you.”
I turn back to the kitchen and grab the piece of paper off the counter again. I walk over to the fridge and grab one of the magnets off of it, it was already full of Yoogeun’s drawings he made for me, so why not add Key’s as well? I take one last look at it and figure that something is missing from it. I start to walk further into the kitchen when my foot lands on a round object, I lift it to see that a marker is under it. The red marker he had thrown at me earlier. I bend over and pick it up when I realize just what the picture needs. I go back to the fridge and add my own little finishing touch to Key’s drawing. I step back and smile when I take in the final product. Yeah, now it’s perfect.
“Hoho,” he calls out to me.
“Yeah?”
“Where’s Yoogeun?”
“I thought he was with you.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“Well we were coloring earlier, but then he said he had to use the bathroom and left.”
“Well maybe he’s still using it.”
“He’s been in there for quite awhile though.”
“He’s probably just going poop.”
“For 20 minutes?”
“He’s been constipated lately.”
“But still, it’s been a long time since he’s gone.”
“Then why don’t you go check on him?”
“I just got comfortable though,” he complains and I can’t help but laugh.
“Fine, I’ll go and check on him. I swear I think I spoil you too much,” I walk by the couch before I head over to the bathroom and kiss him quickly on the lips.
“You do, but you seem to like doing it so I don’t say anything,” he replies with a smile.
“I do like to spoil you,” we exchange smiles and another quick kiss before I go to check on my son, “Yoogeun-ah! What are you doing? Why are you so quiet?”
When I walk into the bathroom I see the reason why he hasn’t been making a peep for the last twenty minutes. He was currently splashing around with the water in the toilet. I know it’s gross, but at least it was clean water and not water he had peed or pooped in. But still he was playing in the toilet.
“Aish, Yoogeunnie. No wonder you’ve been so quiet,” I pull him away from the toilet and turn towards the door, “Babe?!”
“Yeah?”
“Can you get me some paper towels?”
“Why?”
“Yoogeun was playing in the toilet and there’s some water splatters around it,” he tries to go back to the toilet, but I pull him back again.
“Oh okay. Give me a second.”
*~*
I mark my page in the magazine and place it on the coffee table in front of me before I get up off the couch. I make my way towards the kitchen and grab a few paper towels. It isn’t until I’m passing the fridge for a second time that I notice that there’s something different about my drawing. I smile at the red heart and the words ‘Me too’ at the bottom of the page. That Choi Minho is such a cheesy goofball, but he’s MY cheesy goofball. I smile at our drawing on the fridge before heading to the bathroom.
“Here yeobo,” I hand him the paper towels.
“Thanks babe,” he starts to clean up the water around the toilet, “Yoogeun take off your clothes and get in the tub, it’s bathtime.”
“Ne appa!” I watch as he tries to take his shirt off, getting stuck in the process, “Appa I stuck!”
“Let me help you with that,” he kneels down and help him take his shirt off and then help him with the rest of his clothes, “Now get in the tub.”
“You sure you don’t need my help?” I ask from the door, enjoying the father/son moment they were having. I knew that Yoogeun was Minho’s nephew, but they truly had the bond that a father and son would have. Plus he did legally adopt Yoogeun when he was just a baby so he is technically his father.
“I’m sure,” he says, turning to face me. He stands up and takes the few steps to me and wraps me in his arms. I lean up and place a gentle kiss on his lips, “What was that for?”
“I saw your little addition to my drawing. You’re such a goofball,” I playfully smack his chest and he laughs.
“Does that mean you like it? Because I was thinking that it was missing something.”
“It was and you made it complete,” I rest my head on his chest and inhale his scent. He always smelt like the ocean and mint, an odd pair, but it comforted me.
“Yoogeun, I said get in the tub!” I turn just in time to see Yoogeun sneaking out of the bathroom.
“But appa and umma are being gross,” he sticks his tongue out at us and makes a disgusted face.
“Yoogeun, you’re naked though. You can’t walk around the house naked, get in the tub,” Minho’s arms drop from my waist and I frown as he goes to grab Yoogeun. He carries him to the tub and sets him down inside.
“Well I guess I’ll go and start dinner then. Do my boys want anything in particular?”
“No I’m good with whatever you cook.”
“And you Yoogeun?”
“ICE CREAM!”
“You can’t have ice cream for dinner sweetheart. Maybe if you’re good we can try and convince your appa to take us out for some afterwards though,” I wink at him and he giggles.
“You know I’m sitting right here,” Minho says as he runs the water and gauges the temperature of it.
“I know yeobo,” I walk over and lean down to kiss his cheek, “I’m going to go start dinner.”
“Okay.”
“Holler if you need anything.”
“Will do.”
I walk out of the bathroom and make my way back to the kitchen. I immediately go over to the fridge and stare at my drawing, I mean our drawing, on it before opening it up to grab ingredients. Things were going great. I never thought that I would ever be this happy after Onew and I broke up after being together since college. But I think I might be happier even though Minho and I are just about to celebrate our 100th day together. And with Yoogeun, I felt like we were already a family. I know it sounds stupid and I’m probably thinking way too far ahead, but I can’t help it. I feel like a love sick teenager and I want to spend every single second with Minho and Yoogeun that I can. Hopefully they don’t get tired of me.
“Yoogeun, don’t splash appa!” I hear Minho yell from the bathroom before more sounds of water splashing makes it’s way to me. Looks like I’ll be cleaning up the bathroom when they’re done.
*~*
“Appa?” I say while he shampoos my hair, I like the smell of it. It smells like strawberries, but appa says I can’t eat it or I’ll die. I don’t think it’s true. One day when he was busy with Key umma, I tried a little bit. It don’t taste good, nothing like strawberries. But I didn’t die, I felt a little sick though and I throwed up. Appa spent a whole day with me though so that was fun. We sat and watched cartoons all day and ate junk food until Key umma came home. Then he scolded us and made us eat salad for dinner. I hate salad. Veggies are gross, but appa says I need to eat them to grow big and strong like him.
“Yes Yoogeun-ah?” he tilts my head back and shields my eyes while he pours water on my head.
“You loooooooooooove Key umma?”
“I think I do. Wae?”
“You going to marry Key umma?”
“Perhaps. Why do you insist on calling Key umma?”
“You say it okay.”
“I know, but I want to know why now.”
“Because I want him to be my umma. And I think he loooooooooves you too appa. You should marry him.”
“Well, we’ll have to wait and see how things go first.”
“I be your ring bear! I like bears! I can make good bear sounds!” I stand up and throw my arms over my head, “RAWR! I scary huh appa?”
“Very, now step back a little so I can rinse the soap off you. We already got a lot of water on the floor and I’m sure Key umma isn’t going to be happy about it.”
“Ne appa,” I step back and he rinses me off before grabbing my frog towel. That’s my favorite towel, it has a hood with a frog face on it, “Appa I wear my Power Ranger jamjams?”
“They’re in the wash sweetheart,” he says as he lifts me up from the tub and starts to carry me to my room.
“What about Cars?”
“Those are in the wash too.”
“What jamjams I wear then?”
“What about your Winnie the Pooh jamjams?”
“NE!” Appa helps me put my jamjams on and then combs my hair. I can smell something yummy coming from the kitchen. Key umma cooks yummy food, “Appa, I hungee.”
“Well dinner should almost be ready soon,” I nod at him and then start running for the kitchen once he’s done, “Yoogeun don’t run in the house. You might slip and fall.”
“Ne appa!” I slow down to a walk and go right up to Key umma. I hug his leg and he smiles down at me. Key umma is really pretty. Appa says that what makes him like Key umma first. Then he says he started liking Key umma for his per… per… purse? I think that what appa says. I look at the chair where Key umma’s bag is, he never let me look inside it. He say there’s just boring adult things in it. I wonder why appa likes it so much. Oh well as long as he becomes my umma for real, I’ll be happy.
“Are you all clean now Yoogeun?” he asks me.
“Ne Key umma!”
“Let me smell!” I lift my arms up and he starts to sniff me. It makes me laugh because it tickles, “You smell like strawberries. I wonder if you taste like them.”
“No umma,” I giggle.
“You sure. Let me try,” he bites my hand and I laugh more, “You taste better than strawberries.”
“Umma, I not food.”
“You’re not?”
“No. Silly umma. I Choi Yoogeun!”
“Oh you are? Are you sure you’re not a strawberry in disguise?”
“Ne!”
“Oh okay. Mianhe for biting you.”
“It okay umma. I forgive you.”
“Well that’s very sweet of you Yoogeun. Now why don’t you help your appa in setting the table,” Key umma stands up and continues to stir the big pot on the stove, “Dinner is almost ready.”
“Ne!” I run to the table and start to take my crayons off of it. And when I go back to the kitchen, I see appa hugging Key umma’s back and kissing his neck. Doesn’t that tickle? My neck tickles.
“You’re so good with Yoogeun,” I hear appa say and I smile.
“Well he is in my class so it’s only natural.”
“I know, but still.”
“Minho stop, Yoogeun might see you.”
“So?”
“Yah!”
“Fine, I’ll go set the table,” appa gives Key umma another kiss on the cheek this time before going to get plates. I sneak out of the room so he not see me. Key umma is going to be my real umma soon. I just know it!
*~*
“Hey babe,” I say as Jonghyun walks through the door, “How was the lesson?”
“Horrible. I swear the kid is tone deaf. He hasn’t approved one bite since we started and it’s been a month and a half,” he lets out a sigh and sets his guitar case down.
“I’m sorry,” I go over to sit next to him on the couch and peck him on the lips, “Well if it makes you feel any better, I’m no where closer to being done with the song than I was when I left this morning. I restarted the whole thing four times today. I know what I want it to sound like in my head, but for some reason I can’t get it to transpose to instruments. It never sounds correct and right when I think I have it, it turns out to be crap.”
“Baby, I’m sure it’s not crap,” he kisses me back on the lips and snuggles into my body. I wrap my arms around him and rest my head on top of his. We stay in that position for awhile, neither one of us saying a word and just enjoying the company of the other, “Are you hungry? Want me to start dinner?”
“Yes I’m hungry, but no I don’t want you to start dinner.”
“Why not?”
“Aw, baby, you’re so cute,” I kiss the tip of his nose and his face scrunches up.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he pouts at me and I kiss it.
“You’re not really the best cook baby.”
“You loved the soondae gook I made for you before.”
“Aw, you’re even fooling yourself now,” I laugh and get up from the couch. I make my way to the kitchen, Jonghyun right behind me.
“What do you mean?”
“Baby,” I turn to face him, “You bought that soondae gook remember? You tried to pass it off as your own cooking, but you confessed after we had dessert.”
“We didn’t have dessert that night,” he says, looking up as he thinks back to that night. I laugh when I see his tongue poke out of his mouth and make my way over to him. I give him a quick kiss on the lips, nibbling on the bit of tongue that was sticking out before going to the fridge.
“We did have dessert, don’t you remember? We used up all the whipped cream that night.”
“Hm,” I move around his still form as he continues to remember that night, “Oh wait, you mean that dessert?!”
“Yeah that dessert,” I roll my eyes and go over to the stove. I start to prepare the vegetables for the stir fry I was planning to make, “Can you get the salt and pepper for me.”
“Sure. But I can totally cook, I just wasn’t in the mood to cook that night. I had a long day.”
“Uh huh, sure, whatever you say baby,” I keep my focus on the food in front of me and I can feel his presence right behind me.
“Yah are you even listening to me?” he slaps my back, but I pay no attention to him. The last thing I needed was to burn dinner.
“Of course I’m listening babe.”
“What did I just say then?”
“You said you were too tired to cook that night because you have a long day.”
“And?”
“And that you can actually cook, but who are you fooling,” I turn around to face him. I wrap my arms back around his waist and pull him close. He puts his hands up between us to keep me from completely pushing our bodies together, “We were roommates in college. I know the extent of your cooking skills.”
“Am I really that bad of a cook though?” he pouts again and this time doesn’t resist when I pull him close.
“You’re not that bad, you just can only cook ramen and fried eggs. Anything else you kind of burn. I think it’s because you’re too impatient and have a short attention span,” I kiss his pout again.
“Am I really that impatient and stuff?”
“It’s okay baby. What matters the most is that you’re not impatient and you don’t lose interest easily when it comes to other things. Things that are more important,” I smirk at him and he returns it. His arms wrap around my neck and pulls my head down so that our lips can meet in another kiss. This time we make out for awhile before I remember that I’m cooking and turn back to the pan on the stove.
“So your favorite bakery is going to be open tonight,” he whispers while kissing my neck.
“Oh will it?”
“Uh huh.”
“What time?”
“I think it’ll be open once we’re done with dinner. But then again if you want to quickly visit it now, I’m sure I can pull some strings. Just for a quick trip though. I’m hungry.”
“Hm,” I turn the stove off and turn around to him, “I think I might want to stop by real quick to see what I want.”
“That’s a good idea. Wanna go now?” he raises his eyebrow at me and slowly starts to pull me away from the stove.
“Well dinner is pretty much ready and since the rice is still cooking,” I allow him to lead me back to the living room where we settle back on the couch, “So what are the specials that bakery has to offer today?”
“Come on in and find out,” he pulls me down on top of him and our lips crash together again. Thank goodness I turned the stove off before we came in here. I don’t think this visit was going to be a short one. He starts to nibble on my ear and a groan escapes my mouth. Yeah it’s not going to be a short visit at all.
*~*
“Minnie, stop,” I scoot away from him, but he just moves to sit beside me again. His lips are on my neck again, kissing up and down it and I try to move away again. He grabs my head and keeps it in place as he continues what he’s doing, “Seriously, we should be studying. We have a math test tomorrow.”
“But I’m tired of studying,” he mumbles against my neck, his tongue sticking out to lick it real quick.
“I know, but we really should be studying,” I start to relax and give into him.
“Well we are studying.”
“Are we?”
“Yeah, you’re helping me study for my anatomy quiz tomorrow.”
“You have an anatomy quiz tomorrow?”
“Sure.”
“Are you even taking anatomy?”
“Baby, you’re ruining the mood,” he pulls away and hits my chest.
“I’m sorry. My mind is on studying.”
“Fine, we’ll study,” he gets up and goes back to the table where his books were currently laid out on, “I can’t believe you faked being bad at math just so I would tutor you when in all actuality you should probably be tutoring me.”
“You’re not that bad at math.”
“But you’re better at it.”
“If you say so,” the apartment is engulfed in silence as we both hunch over our books and try to cram whatever we can into our brains. I let out a sigh after about an hour and lean back on the couch. My gaze turns to my boyfriend who seems to be struggling with whatever he’s looking at, “You okay Minnie?”
“No. I can’t get this problem no matter what I do.”
“Want me to take a look at it?”
“Do you mind?”
“Not at all, I could use a break from what I’m studying anyways,” I get off the couch and move to stand behind him. I lean over his shoulder and he points to the problem he was currently working on. I look at his notebook at what he was going to solve the problem and instantly see where he made a mistake, “Baby, here’s where you made a mistake.”
“Uh huh,” his attention isn’t on his paper though, it’s back to my neck.
“You tricked me didn’t you?”
“Uh huh.”
“You just wanted to get me here so you could do this again huh?”
“Uh huh.”
“You want me to shut up now don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” he pulls my head down to kiss me and even though we were in a rather awkward position, we still made out. This was actually a much better break from studying. My mind was completely relaxed now, as was my body. His lips are surprisingly soft for a guy and his tongue is amazing. He does this thing with it, I don’t even know how to explain it, but it’s just amazing. He’s the first to pull away for air and I end up taking the seat next to him. It doesn’t surprise me when he moves form his chair to my lap.
“I have to tell you something baby,” he says, arms wrapped around my neck and mines around his waist.
“Okay.”
“I saw Jonghyun today,” he says and I look at him.
“And?”
“It was awkward. I mean it was the first time we ran into each other since we broke up.”
“Oh?”
“It’s not what you think. I don’t want to get back together with him, I’m happy with you. But still, it was weird running into him.”
“How do you even know him? He’s a lot older than us right?”
“He’s not that much older.”
“But still older.”
“Whatever.”
“How did you two meet?”
“Does it matter? We dated and then we broke up and now I’m with you.”
“I’m just curious.”
“We met through the music network. He’s a singer/composer and I’m a dancer. We’re bound to know a few of the same people. There are you happy?”
“Aw, don’t be mad Minnie,” I pull him more onto my lap, “So what happened when you saw Jonghyun.”
“We talked.”
“About?”
“A lot of things. He’s dating his best friend now, which doesn’t surprise me since I always thought they had a thing for one another when we were still together.”
“I see.”
“I’m going out to lunch with him tomorrow.”
“What?” my eyes open wide with surprise.
“Why?”
“He asked me.”
“So?”
“I couldn’t say no.”
“Why not?!”
“I don’t know,” he bows his head and looks at me through the bangs that fall over his eyes, “Are you mad at me?”
“I’m not mad. I just don’t understand why you need to go on a lunch date with him.”
“It’s not a lunch date! It’s two friends going out to lunch together.”
“Two friends who were dating a couple months ago,” I say under my breath. We both let out defeated sighs before he gets up to go to the bathroom. I really wasn’t mad, I was more jealous. Why should my boyfriend agree to go out with his ex and why can’t he say no to him? He says no to me all the time. He said no to me last night because he was too tired from his dance practice. So why can’t he say no to Jonghyun? Was there still something between them? No, he said he was happy with me. But what’s this feeling in the pit of my stomach?
AUTHOR: giveitupjessica
PAIRING: MinKey, JongYu, YoungTae, broken!OnKey, JongTae, InaDay
GENRE: romance, comedy, smut, blah blah blah
RATING: G-NC17 (depending on the chapter)
SUMMARY: I’m the one you kiss in the morning. I’ll send you out to the world with my loving. I ain’t gonna trip ‘cause you always gonna keep it right here.
A/N: Sorry for the late update, it's been busy for me since the beginning of the month. And it'll keep being busy. I have a flashlight easter egg hunt on friday night then I work on Saturday until 4 before running off to my cousin's debut. Then my brother comes home on Easter Sunday. And so much more. I will definitely try to update my other stories later this week as well. Oh and this is the drawing I talk about during the MinKey part of the chapter. Key's drawing Sorry no spots today since I need to start getting ready for work. MIANHE!!! Oh and I forgot to give my twinnie nerd_b00ger credit for his help on the MinKey part of this update. Mianhe twinnie! I ♥ you!
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Babe,” I call out to him from the kitchen. I can’t believe our 100th day together is next month. Time sure is flying faster than it ever has in my life. I guess it’s because I’m with Key now and I can honestly say that I haven’t been this happy in a long time. I forgot how good it feels to be in a relationship. But I’m glad I waited until I met the right person and Key seems to be that person. It helps that Yoogeun already loved him before we even got together and I think he might be part of the reason why we’re together now. If it weren’t for him, we never would have gone out for dinner after the open house and gotten to know each other better. And if that night never happened we probably never would have gotten closer and I probably wouldn’t have approached him at that stupid party Donghae made me go to. I smile as I remember the past couple months we’ve spent together.
“Yeah Hoho?” he replies from his seat on the couch. I never knew how tiring his job was until we started to date. Whenever him and Yoogeun came home, yes we’re living together now, he’d always go straight to lounge on the couch after he changed into his house clothes. I always found it funny that even his house clothes were still stylish and designer names. He’s definitely a fashionista. His clothes take up more space in my closet than mine do. I actually keep some of my clothes in Yoogeun’s closet.
“Who drew this?” I walk to the entrance and hold up the drawing I had found on the counter.
“Oh that?” he says after looking at the paper.
“Yeah this.”
“I drew that,” he says nonchalantly as he goes back to reading the magazine that he had on his lap.
“You did?” I stare at the picture a little harder. I think it’s of two aliens, but I can’t really tell, “Are you sure Yoogeun didn’t draw this?”
“Yes I’m sure Hoho,” he says with a sigh, “I drew it. You don’t think it’s cute?”
“It’s… um… different,” I finally say.
“Tranalation: I hate it.”
“I didn’t say that! Don’t put words in my mouth,” he finally gets up and walks over to me. He tries to grab for the piece of paper in my hand, but I turn my back to him.
“Yeobo,” he whines.
“So what exactly is this picture of?” I ask him, staring harder at the picture.
“Oh the, I guess you can call it an alien, on the left is you since he’s tall and has big bug eyes. While the smaller one on the right is me,” I turn back to face him and he’s cleaning up the crayons that are strewn across the dining room table.
“But you’re fatter than me,” I say without really thinking it through and once I realize the words that just escaped my lips, it’s too late.
“Yah!” he throws a red marker at me and I duck just in time for it to barely graze the top of my head.
“And you don’t have any arms,” I add.
“Yoogeun bumped into my arm while I was drawing me,” he mumbles and I just barely catch it.
“Why don’t I have shoes? You have shoes, why do I have to be barefoot?”
“Now you’re just overanalyzing the whole thing,” he walks back towards me and tries to grab the paper again, but I move my arm above my head where he can’t reach the paper. When he drops his, I bring mine back down to look at the picture once again.
“I still don’t see how I can be this one,” I say as I point to the ‘alien’ that’s supposed to be me.
“Like I said it’s tall and has big bug eyes just like you. Oh and long arms as well.”
I hold out my arms and stare at them, “Are they really that long?” I start to move my arms around and accidentally hit Key in the head with them. “Hm, I guess they are.”
“Yah,” he yells.
“What?”
“What do you mean what? You just hit me in the head with your freakishly long arms!” he rubs the spot on his head that I had hit.
“Oh I did huh?” I keep moving my arms around and he takes a step back.
“Aren’t you going to apologize to me? And watch where you swing those things, you can take someone’s eye out!”
“Oh I’m sorry Kim Bap,” I drop my arms and take a step towards him, “Where did I hit you?”
“Are you going to kiss it and make it better?”
“I was just going to get an ice pack for it, but if you want me to kiss it, I can do that too.”
“Oh never mind,” he turns around and goes back to the couch.
“Aw, don’t be like that,” I follow him to the living room.
“Like what?” he asks as he resumes his position he was in before I started to ask him about the drawing, grabbing the magazine once again. He opens it up to a random page and starts to flip through it again.
“Oh just quit acting,” I lean forward and kiss the spot where he was rubbing earlier, “I’m sorry I hit you baby.”
“Thank you.”
I turn back to the kitchen and grab the piece of paper off the counter again. I walk over to the fridge and grab one of the magnets off of it, it was already full of Yoogeun’s drawings he made for me, so why not add Key’s as well? I take one last look at it and figure that something is missing from it. I start to walk further into the kitchen when my foot lands on a round object, I lift it to see that a marker is under it. The red marker he had thrown at me earlier. I bend over and pick it up when I realize just what the picture needs. I go back to the fridge and add my own little finishing touch to Key’s drawing. I step back and smile when I take in the final product. Yeah, now it’s perfect.
“Hoho,” he calls out to me.
“Yeah?”
“Where’s Yoogeun?”
“I thought he was with you.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“Well we were coloring earlier, but then he said he had to use the bathroom and left.”
“Well maybe he’s still using it.”
“He’s been in there for quite awhile though.”
“He’s probably just going poop.”
“For 20 minutes?”
“He’s been constipated lately.”
“But still, it’s been a long time since he’s gone.”
“Then why don’t you go check on him?”
“I just got comfortable though,” he complains and I can’t help but laugh.
“Fine, I’ll go and check on him. I swear I think I spoil you too much,” I walk by the couch before I head over to the bathroom and kiss him quickly on the lips.
“You do, but you seem to like doing it so I don’t say anything,” he replies with a smile.
“I do like to spoil you,” we exchange smiles and another quick kiss before I go to check on my son, “Yoogeun-ah! What are you doing? Why are you so quiet?”
When I walk into the bathroom I see the reason why he hasn’t been making a peep for the last twenty minutes. He was currently splashing around with the water in the toilet. I know it’s gross, but at least it was clean water and not water he had peed or pooped in. But still he was playing in the toilet.
“Aish, Yoogeunnie. No wonder you’ve been so quiet,” I pull him away from the toilet and turn towards the door, “Babe?!”
“Yeah?”
“Can you get me some paper towels?”
“Why?”
“Yoogeun was playing in the toilet and there’s some water splatters around it,” he tries to go back to the toilet, but I pull him back again.
“Oh okay. Give me a second.”
*~*
I mark my page in the magazine and place it on the coffee table in front of me before I get up off the couch. I make my way towards the kitchen and grab a few paper towels. It isn’t until I’m passing the fridge for a second time that I notice that there’s something different about my drawing. I smile at the red heart and the words ‘Me too’ at the bottom of the page. That Choi Minho is such a cheesy goofball, but he’s MY cheesy goofball. I smile at our drawing on the fridge before heading to the bathroom.
“Here yeobo,” I hand him the paper towels.
“Thanks babe,” he starts to clean up the water around the toilet, “Yoogeun take off your clothes and get in the tub, it’s bathtime.”
“Ne appa!” I watch as he tries to take his shirt off, getting stuck in the process, “Appa I stuck!”
“Let me help you with that,” he kneels down and help him take his shirt off and then help him with the rest of his clothes, “Now get in the tub.”
“You sure you don’t need my help?” I ask from the door, enjoying the father/son moment they were having. I knew that Yoogeun was Minho’s nephew, but they truly had the bond that a father and son would have. Plus he did legally adopt Yoogeun when he was just a baby so he is technically his father.
“I’m sure,” he says, turning to face me. He stands up and takes the few steps to me and wraps me in his arms. I lean up and place a gentle kiss on his lips, “What was that for?”
“I saw your little addition to my drawing. You’re such a goofball,” I playfully smack his chest and he laughs.
“Does that mean you like it? Because I was thinking that it was missing something.”
“It was and you made it complete,” I rest my head on his chest and inhale his scent. He always smelt like the ocean and mint, an odd pair, but it comforted me.
“Yoogeun, I said get in the tub!” I turn just in time to see Yoogeun sneaking out of the bathroom.
“But appa and umma are being gross,” he sticks his tongue out at us and makes a disgusted face.
“Yoogeun, you’re naked though. You can’t walk around the house naked, get in the tub,” Minho’s arms drop from my waist and I frown as he goes to grab Yoogeun. He carries him to the tub and sets him down inside.
“Well I guess I’ll go and start dinner then. Do my boys want anything in particular?”
“No I’m good with whatever you cook.”
“And you Yoogeun?”
“ICE CREAM!”
“You can’t have ice cream for dinner sweetheart. Maybe if you’re good we can try and convince your appa to take us out for some afterwards though,” I wink at him and he giggles.
“You know I’m sitting right here,” Minho says as he runs the water and gauges the temperature of it.
“I know yeobo,” I walk over and lean down to kiss his cheek, “I’m going to go start dinner.”
“Okay.”
“Holler if you need anything.”
“Will do.”
I walk out of the bathroom and make my way back to the kitchen. I immediately go over to the fridge and stare at my drawing, I mean our drawing, on it before opening it up to grab ingredients. Things were going great. I never thought that I would ever be this happy after Onew and I broke up after being together since college. But I think I might be happier even though Minho and I are just about to celebrate our 100th day together. And with Yoogeun, I felt like we were already a family. I know it sounds stupid and I’m probably thinking way too far ahead, but I can’t help it. I feel like a love sick teenager and I want to spend every single second with Minho and Yoogeun that I can. Hopefully they don’t get tired of me.
“Yoogeun, don’t splash appa!” I hear Minho yell from the bathroom before more sounds of water splashing makes it’s way to me. Looks like I’ll be cleaning up the bathroom when they’re done.
*~*
“Appa?” I say while he shampoos my hair, I like the smell of it. It smells like strawberries, but appa says I can’t eat it or I’ll die. I don’t think it’s true. One day when he was busy with Key umma, I tried a little bit. It don’t taste good, nothing like strawberries. But I didn’t die, I felt a little sick though and I throwed up. Appa spent a whole day with me though so that was fun. We sat and watched cartoons all day and ate junk food until Key umma came home. Then he scolded us and made us eat salad for dinner. I hate salad. Veggies are gross, but appa says I need to eat them to grow big and strong like him.
“Yes Yoogeun-ah?” he tilts my head back and shields my eyes while he pours water on my head.
“You loooooooooooove Key umma?”
“I think I do. Wae?”
“You going to marry Key umma?”
“Perhaps. Why do you insist on calling Key umma?”
“You say it okay.”
“I know, but I want to know why now.”
“Because I want him to be my umma. And I think he loooooooooves you too appa. You should marry him.”
“Well, we’ll have to wait and see how things go first.”
“I be your ring bear! I like bears! I can make good bear sounds!” I stand up and throw my arms over my head, “RAWR! I scary huh appa?”
“Very, now step back a little so I can rinse the soap off you. We already got a lot of water on the floor and I’m sure Key umma isn’t going to be happy about it.”
“Ne appa,” I step back and he rinses me off before grabbing my frog towel. That’s my favorite towel, it has a hood with a frog face on it, “Appa I wear my Power Ranger jamjams?”
“They’re in the wash sweetheart,” he says as he lifts me up from the tub and starts to carry me to my room.
“What about Cars?”
“Those are in the wash too.”
“What jamjams I wear then?”
“What about your Winnie the Pooh jamjams?”
“NE!” Appa helps me put my jamjams on and then combs my hair. I can smell something yummy coming from the kitchen. Key umma cooks yummy food, “Appa, I hungee.”
“Well dinner should almost be ready soon,” I nod at him and then start running for the kitchen once he’s done, “Yoogeun don’t run in the house. You might slip and fall.”
“Ne appa!” I slow down to a walk and go right up to Key umma. I hug his leg and he smiles down at me. Key umma is really pretty. Appa says that what makes him like Key umma first. Then he says he started liking Key umma for his per… per… purse? I think that what appa says. I look at the chair where Key umma’s bag is, he never let me look inside it. He say there’s just boring adult things in it. I wonder why appa likes it so much. Oh well as long as he becomes my umma for real, I’ll be happy.
“Are you all clean now Yoogeun?” he asks me.
“Ne Key umma!”
“Let me smell!” I lift my arms up and he starts to sniff me. It makes me laugh because it tickles, “You smell like strawberries. I wonder if you taste like them.”
“No umma,” I giggle.
“You sure. Let me try,” he bites my hand and I laugh more, “You taste better than strawberries.”
“Umma, I not food.”
“You’re not?”
“No. Silly umma. I Choi Yoogeun!”
“Oh you are? Are you sure you’re not a strawberry in disguise?”
“Ne!”
“Oh okay. Mianhe for biting you.”
“It okay umma. I forgive you.”
“Well that’s very sweet of you Yoogeun. Now why don’t you help your appa in setting the table,” Key umma stands up and continues to stir the big pot on the stove, “Dinner is almost ready.”
“Ne!” I run to the table and start to take my crayons off of it. And when I go back to the kitchen, I see appa hugging Key umma’s back and kissing his neck. Doesn’t that tickle? My neck tickles.
“You’re so good with Yoogeun,” I hear appa say and I smile.
“Well he is in my class so it’s only natural.”
“I know, but still.”
“Minho stop, Yoogeun might see you.”
“So?”
“Yah!”
“Fine, I’ll go set the table,” appa gives Key umma another kiss on the cheek this time before going to get plates. I sneak out of the room so he not see me. Key umma is going to be my real umma soon. I just know it!
*~*
“Hey babe,” I say as Jonghyun walks through the door, “How was the lesson?”
“Horrible. I swear the kid is tone deaf. He hasn’t approved one bite since we started and it’s been a month and a half,” he lets out a sigh and sets his guitar case down.
“I’m sorry,” I go over to sit next to him on the couch and peck him on the lips, “Well if it makes you feel any better, I’m no where closer to being done with the song than I was when I left this morning. I restarted the whole thing four times today. I know what I want it to sound like in my head, but for some reason I can’t get it to transpose to instruments. It never sounds correct and right when I think I have it, it turns out to be crap.”
“Baby, I’m sure it’s not crap,” he kisses me back on the lips and snuggles into my body. I wrap my arms around him and rest my head on top of his. We stay in that position for awhile, neither one of us saying a word and just enjoying the company of the other, “Are you hungry? Want me to start dinner?”
“Yes I’m hungry, but no I don’t want you to start dinner.”
“Why not?”
“Aw, baby, you’re so cute,” I kiss the tip of his nose and his face scrunches up.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he pouts at me and I kiss it.
“You’re not really the best cook baby.”
“You loved the soondae gook I made for you before.”
“Aw, you’re even fooling yourself now,” I laugh and get up from the couch. I make my way to the kitchen, Jonghyun right behind me.
“What do you mean?”
“Baby,” I turn to face him, “You bought that soondae gook remember? You tried to pass it off as your own cooking, but you confessed after we had dessert.”
“We didn’t have dessert that night,” he says, looking up as he thinks back to that night. I laugh when I see his tongue poke out of his mouth and make my way over to him. I give him a quick kiss on the lips, nibbling on the bit of tongue that was sticking out before going to the fridge.
“We did have dessert, don’t you remember? We used up all the whipped cream that night.”
“Hm,” I move around his still form as he continues to remember that night, “Oh wait, you mean that dessert?!”
“Yeah that dessert,” I roll my eyes and go over to the stove. I start to prepare the vegetables for the stir fry I was planning to make, “Can you get the salt and pepper for me.”
“Sure. But I can totally cook, I just wasn’t in the mood to cook that night. I had a long day.”
“Uh huh, sure, whatever you say baby,” I keep my focus on the food in front of me and I can feel his presence right behind me.
“Yah are you even listening to me?” he slaps my back, but I pay no attention to him. The last thing I needed was to burn dinner.
“Of course I’m listening babe.”
“What did I just say then?”
“You said you were too tired to cook that night because you have a long day.”
“And?”
“And that you can actually cook, but who are you fooling,” I turn around to face him. I wrap my arms back around his waist and pull him close. He puts his hands up between us to keep me from completely pushing our bodies together, “We were roommates in college. I know the extent of your cooking skills.”
“Am I really that bad of a cook though?” he pouts again and this time doesn’t resist when I pull him close.
“You’re not that bad, you just can only cook ramen and fried eggs. Anything else you kind of burn. I think it’s because you’re too impatient and have a short attention span,” I kiss his pout again.
“Am I really that impatient and stuff?”
“It’s okay baby. What matters the most is that you’re not impatient and you don’t lose interest easily when it comes to other things. Things that are more important,” I smirk at him and he returns it. His arms wrap around my neck and pulls my head down so that our lips can meet in another kiss. This time we make out for awhile before I remember that I’m cooking and turn back to the pan on the stove.
“So your favorite bakery is going to be open tonight,” he whispers while kissing my neck.
“Oh will it?”
“Uh huh.”
“What time?”
“I think it’ll be open once we’re done with dinner. But then again if you want to quickly visit it now, I’m sure I can pull some strings. Just for a quick trip though. I’m hungry.”
“Hm,” I turn the stove off and turn around to him, “I think I might want to stop by real quick to see what I want.”
“That’s a good idea. Wanna go now?” he raises his eyebrow at me and slowly starts to pull me away from the stove.
“Well dinner is pretty much ready and since the rice is still cooking,” I allow him to lead me back to the living room where we settle back on the couch, “So what are the specials that bakery has to offer today?”
“Come on in and find out,” he pulls me down on top of him and our lips crash together again. Thank goodness I turned the stove off before we came in here. I don’t think this visit was going to be a short one. He starts to nibble on my ear and a groan escapes my mouth. Yeah it’s not going to be a short visit at all.
*~*
“Minnie, stop,” I scoot away from him, but he just moves to sit beside me again. His lips are on my neck again, kissing up and down it and I try to move away again. He grabs my head and keeps it in place as he continues what he’s doing, “Seriously, we should be studying. We have a math test tomorrow.”
“But I’m tired of studying,” he mumbles against my neck, his tongue sticking out to lick it real quick.
“I know, but we really should be studying,” I start to relax and give into him.
“Well we are studying.”
“Are we?”
“Yeah, you’re helping me study for my anatomy quiz tomorrow.”
“You have an anatomy quiz tomorrow?”
“Sure.”
“Are you even taking anatomy?”
“Baby, you’re ruining the mood,” he pulls away and hits my chest.
“I’m sorry. My mind is on studying.”
“Fine, we’ll study,” he gets up and goes back to the table where his books were currently laid out on, “I can’t believe you faked being bad at math just so I would tutor you when in all actuality you should probably be tutoring me.”
“You’re not that bad at math.”
“But you’re better at it.”
“If you say so,” the apartment is engulfed in silence as we both hunch over our books and try to cram whatever we can into our brains. I let out a sigh after about an hour and lean back on the couch. My gaze turns to my boyfriend who seems to be struggling with whatever he’s looking at, “You okay Minnie?”
“No. I can’t get this problem no matter what I do.”
“Want me to take a look at it?”
“Do you mind?”
“Not at all, I could use a break from what I’m studying anyways,” I get off the couch and move to stand behind him. I lean over his shoulder and he points to the problem he was currently working on. I look at his notebook at what he was going to solve the problem and instantly see where he made a mistake, “Baby, here’s where you made a mistake.”
“Uh huh,” his attention isn’t on his paper though, it’s back to my neck.
“You tricked me didn’t you?”
“Uh huh.”
“You just wanted to get me here so you could do this again huh?”
“Uh huh.”
“You want me to shut up now don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” he pulls my head down to kiss me and even though we were in a rather awkward position, we still made out. This was actually a much better break from studying. My mind was completely relaxed now, as was my body. His lips are surprisingly soft for a guy and his tongue is amazing. He does this thing with it, I don’t even know how to explain it, but it’s just amazing. He’s the first to pull away for air and I end up taking the seat next to him. It doesn’t surprise me when he moves form his chair to my lap.
“I have to tell you something baby,” he says, arms wrapped around my neck and mines around his waist.
“Okay.”
“I saw Jonghyun today,” he says and I look at him.
“And?”
“It was awkward. I mean it was the first time we ran into each other since we broke up.”
“Oh?”
“It’s not what you think. I don’t want to get back together with him, I’m happy with you. But still, it was weird running into him.”
“How do you even know him? He’s a lot older than us right?”
“He’s not that much older.”
“But still older.”
“Whatever.”
“How did you two meet?”
“Does it matter? We dated and then we broke up and now I’m with you.”
“I’m just curious.”
“We met through the music network. He’s a singer/composer and I’m a dancer. We’re bound to know a few of the same people. There are you happy?”
“Aw, don’t be mad Minnie,” I pull him more onto my lap, “So what happened when you saw Jonghyun.”
“We talked.”
“About?”
“A lot of things. He’s dating his best friend now, which doesn’t surprise me since I always thought they had a thing for one another when we were still together.”
“I see.”
“I’m going out to lunch with him tomorrow.”
“What?” my eyes open wide with surprise.
“Why?”
“He asked me.”
“So?”
“I couldn’t say no.”
“Why not?!”
“I don’t know,” he bows his head and looks at me through the bangs that fall over his eyes, “Are you mad at me?”
“I’m not mad. I just don’t understand why you need to go on a lunch date with him.”
“It’s not a lunch date! It’s two friends going out to lunch together.”
“Two friends who were dating a couple months ago,” I say under my breath. We both let out defeated sighs before he gets up to go to the bathroom. I really wasn’t mad, I was more jealous. Why should my boyfriend agree to go out with his ex and why can’t he say no to him? He says no to me all the time. He said no to me last night because he was too tired from his dance practice. So why can’t he say no to Jonghyun? Was there still something between them? No, he said he was happy with me. But what’s this feeling in the pit of my stomach?