Playing House Chapter Four: Umma, What Does Porn Mean?
Title: Playing House
Author: JaeYunShii
Rating: Pg-13 to NC 17
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Romance, Smut
Pairings: YunJae and YooSu
Other Characters: Changmin and JinHo (OC)
Length: Series
Disclaimer: I do not own DBSK. I own only the plot and little JinHo. =D
Summary: What would happen if a lost and orphaned little boy stays with the
DBSK boys for a whole week? Chaos reigns supreme and untold feelings will
be revealed.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my new friend michikixthien
this one's for you hun! XD
Day Four: Umma, What Does Porn Mean?
‘Can I sleep here with you?’
‘Can I sleep here with you?’
‘Can I sleep here with you?’
The words Yunho uttered just moments ago echoed repeatedly inside Jaejoong’s head, like a broken tape recorder.
‘What do I do now?!’ the lead singer thought panicking, feeling light a sheen of sweat sleek his forehead.
“Jaejoongie?” Yunho whispered hoarsely, feeling Yunho’s hot breath fan his neck yet again.
‘Why is voice sounding so…sexual in my ears?!’ Jaejoong asked himself alarmed, stopping the urge to quickly fan himself and push the overly ‘sexy’ band appa off his slowly weakening-from-desire-shoulder.
“Is it okay? Hmm?” the leader prodded finding it weird that his usually chatty best friend was all quiet all of a sudden.
‘Maybe my attempt of seduction is working?’ Yunho thought, feeling his lips form a devious smile.
“I-it’s o-okay I g-guess…” Jaejoong stuttered uncomfortably, touching the side of his pale cheek unconsciously, finding immense warmth there.
Yunho was starting to make him feel edgy and unsure of his…um…orientation…which was definitely not good!
The lead grinned wolfishly loving how Jaejoong fidgeted closely to his body. ‘I knew it! He did want me!’ he thought triumphantly, thanking his lucky stars that finally, FINALLY Jaejoong came around and noticed him as man and not as a mere friend.
Giving out a (scripted) breathy sigh, Yunho snuggled as much as he physically could against Jaejoong’s body, only satisfied once every inch of the other’s form was more or less covered by his.
“Thank you Jaejoongie…I owe you…” he said huskily, puffing some air into Jaejoong’s ear, cackling evil inside his head when he felt Jaejoong squirm.
‘I wonder how long he can keep it all in till he cracks?’ the younger of the two thought, wetting his lips.
‘Oh god…’ Jaejoong thought closing his eyes, ‘Is it just him or did the temperature in his room multiplied by a hundred degrees?’
‘And why is Yunho snuggling so close too me? Damn, he’s cutting my circulation!’
“Ahh…Yunho yah?” Jaejoong called, nudging Yunho’s head which was still settled on his shoulder.
“What is it Boo?” Yunho mumbled sleepily.
“Can you move a little bit? You’re cutting my circulation here.” Jaejoong said his voice cracking from the pent up ‘excitement’ he was feeling.
Why was he feeling all this now?
“But I’ll fall off if I do!” Yunho protested childishly, finally lifting his head from the band umma’s shoulder, a cute pout settling on his plump lips.
‘Great,’ Jaejoong sighed, Yunho just transformed into his childish self and the only cure for this ‘malady’ of his is giving him what he wants.
“Now Yunnie…” Jaejoong started, but was cut off by Yunho, who cupping his hands against his ears, shaking his head furiously.
“I don’t hear you! I don’t hear you! I don’t hear you!” The leader said noisily, looking anywhere else besides Jaejoong’s direction.
This left the lead singer grumbling, he hated Yunho most when he was in this ‘condition’.
“Alright, alright! You win you don’t have to move!” Jaejoong said loudly, placing his hand over the leader’s annoying mouth.
Yunho gave out a muffled, “Yay!”, plucking the other’s hand off his mouth and snuggling closer to him again, pulling the covers tightly over his and Jaejoong’s body.
Giving out a sigh of defeat, Jaejoong turned over and shut the lampshade on his bedside table off.
‘Hmmm…’
‘Now how am I supposed to sleep in this rate?’ he asked himself.
~*~
Jaejoong yawned groggily as he stirred the oat meal he was making for his waiting members and JinHo. He rubbed his eyes lazily, stifling another yawn.
He wasn’t able to sleep yesterday. Not when Yunho was snuggled by him so closely, breathing closely into his neck.
The singer shivered, ‘God…that was something else…’
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, willing on turning his attention back to the food he was cooking. Jaejoong peered at his mixed concoction seeing that it turned a light shade of brownish-white, he deemed the food to be ready, quickly shutting off the stove.
He ladled up some of the mixture into six separate bowls and then putting them carefully into a big wooden tray.
“Hyung, let me help you.” Junsu said, stopping beside Jaejoong’s tiered form.
“Thanks Su…” Jaejoong sighed heavily, watching as his dongseng balanced the tray quite expertly in his hands. Grabbing the other tray where glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice stood, Jaejoong followed Junsu out of the kitchen.
“You look tiered hyung.” Junsu remarked, as the two made their way into the dining room where the others where waiting.
“Didn’t get much sleep last night.” Jaejoong mumbled, settling the tray he was carrying on the table.
He then looked snidely at Yunho, who gave him a cheery smile in return.
‘The bastard had a good night’s sleep that’s for sure.’ Jaejoong grudgingly thought.
When everyone was settled on the table, JinHo raised his hand up.
Changmin looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “What is it kid?” the now second youngest asked.
“I have a question for umma.” The little boy said, looking at Jaejoong’s direction.
Jaejoong quickly averted his eyes from his meal and smiled at his adoptive son. “What is it you want to ask JinHo yah?” the lead singer asked politely.
“Umm…” JinHo started, uncertain if he should continue but if doesn’t ask this right now, it’ll bother him for the rest of the day.
Making up his mind, he asked the question which was bugging him since yesterday.
“Umma, what does porn mean?” the little boy asked innocently.
Clashes of five different spoons echoed around the quiet house. Yunho coughed, choking on his oatmeal while Jaejoong paled a deathly white.
“Jin-JinHo yah…where did you learn this word?” Jaejoong asked, looking at the innocent and angelic boy in front of him, who was day by day getting tainted by his sinful three dongsengs.
“Oh…I heard Yunchun hyung and Chanmi hyung talking about it yesterday when they tucked me in.” JinHo replied smiling toothily at his two hyungs, who looked back at him with impending death in there eyes. (But of course JinHo didn’t understand those looks, he was only but a poor, innocent four year old.)
Yunho felt his teeth grit, glaring mightily at his two sheepish dongsengs.
“You two,” Yunho growled gesturing for Yoochun and Changmin who were starting to cower. “In the living room, NOW!”
~!~
LOL ^^ this chapter is full of crack. XDD Should I continue it? Or should I move on?
And btw...HAVE A VERY HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY! =D
Author: JaeYunShii
Rating: Pg-13 to NC 17
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Romance, Smut
Pairings: YunJae and YooSu
Other Characters: Changmin and JinHo (OC)
Length: Series
Disclaimer: I do not own DBSK. I own only the plot and little JinHo. =D
Summary: What would happen if a lost and orphaned little boy stays with the
DBSK boys for a whole week? Chaos reigns supreme and untold feelings will
be revealed.
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my new friend michikixthien
this one's for you hun! XD
Day Four: Umma, What Does Porn Mean?
‘Can I sleep here with you?’
‘Can I sleep here with you?’
‘Can I sleep here with you?’
The words Yunho uttered just moments ago echoed repeatedly inside Jaejoong’s head, like a broken tape recorder.
‘What do I do now?!’ the lead singer thought panicking, feeling light a sheen of sweat sleek his forehead.
“Jaejoongie?” Yunho whispered hoarsely, feeling Yunho’s hot breath fan his neck yet again.
‘Why is voice sounding so…sexual in my ears?!’ Jaejoong asked himself alarmed, stopping the urge to quickly fan himself and push the overly ‘sexy’ band appa off his slowly weakening-from-desire-shoulder.
“Is it okay? Hmm?” the leader prodded finding it weird that his usually chatty best friend was all quiet all of a sudden.
‘Maybe my attempt of seduction is working?’ Yunho thought, feeling his lips form a devious smile.
“I-it’s o-okay I g-guess…” Jaejoong stuttered uncomfortably, touching the side of his pale cheek unconsciously, finding immense warmth there.
Yunho was starting to make him feel edgy and unsure of his…um…orientation…which was definitely not good!
The lead grinned wolfishly loving how Jaejoong fidgeted closely to his body. ‘I knew it! He did want me!’ he thought triumphantly, thanking his lucky stars that finally, FINALLY Jaejoong came around and noticed him as man and not as a mere friend.
Giving out a (scripted) breathy sigh, Yunho snuggled as much as he physically could against Jaejoong’s body, only satisfied once every inch of the other’s form was more or less covered by his.
“Thank you Jaejoongie…I owe you…” he said huskily, puffing some air into Jaejoong’s ear, cackling evil inside his head when he felt Jaejoong squirm.
‘I wonder how long he can keep it all in till he cracks?’ the younger of the two thought, wetting his lips.
‘Oh god…’ Jaejoong thought closing his eyes, ‘Is it just him or did the temperature in his room multiplied by a hundred degrees?’
‘And why is Yunho snuggling so close too me? Damn, he’s cutting my circulation!’
“Ahh…Yunho yah?” Jaejoong called, nudging Yunho’s head which was still settled on his shoulder.
“What is it Boo?” Yunho mumbled sleepily.
“Can you move a little bit? You’re cutting my circulation here.” Jaejoong said his voice cracking from the pent up ‘excitement’ he was feeling.
Why was he feeling all this now?
“But I’ll fall off if I do!” Yunho protested childishly, finally lifting his head from the band umma’s shoulder, a cute pout settling on his plump lips.
‘Great,’ Jaejoong sighed, Yunho just transformed into his childish self and the only cure for this ‘malady’ of his is giving him what he wants.
“Now Yunnie…” Jaejoong started, but was cut off by Yunho, who cupping his hands against his ears, shaking his head furiously.
“I don’t hear you! I don’t hear you! I don’t hear you!” The leader said noisily, looking anywhere else besides Jaejoong’s direction.
This left the lead singer grumbling, he hated Yunho most when he was in this ‘condition’.
“Alright, alright! You win you don’t have to move!” Jaejoong said loudly, placing his hand over the leader’s annoying mouth.
Yunho gave out a muffled, “Yay!”, plucking the other’s hand off his mouth and snuggling closer to him again, pulling the covers tightly over his and Jaejoong’s body.
Giving out a sigh of defeat, Jaejoong turned over and shut the lampshade on his bedside table off.
‘Hmmm…’
‘Now how am I supposed to sleep in this rate?’ he asked himself.
~*~
Jaejoong yawned groggily as he stirred the oat meal he was making for his waiting members and JinHo. He rubbed his eyes lazily, stifling another yawn.
He wasn’t able to sleep yesterday. Not when Yunho was snuggled by him so closely, breathing closely into his neck.
The singer shivered, ‘God…that was something else…’
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, willing on turning his attention back to the food he was cooking. Jaejoong peered at his mixed concoction seeing that it turned a light shade of brownish-white, he deemed the food to be ready, quickly shutting off the stove.
He ladled up some of the mixture into six separate bowls and then putting them carefully into a big wooden tray.
“Hyung, let me help you.” Junsu said, stopping beside Jaejoong’s tiered form.
“Thanks Su…” Jaejoong sighed heavily, watching as his dongseng balanced the tray quite expertly in his hands. Grabbing the other tray where glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice stood, Jaejoong followed Junsu out of the kitchen.
“You look tiered hyung.” Junsu remarked, as the two made their way into the dining room where the others where waiting.
“Didn’t get much sleep last night.” Jaejoong mumbled, settling the tray he was carrying on the table.
He then looked snidely at Yunho, who gave him a cheery smile in return.
‘The bastard had a good night’s sleep that’s for sure.’ Jaejoong grudgingly thought.
When everyone was settled on the table, JinHo raised his hand up.
Changmin looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “What is it kid?” the now second youngest asked.
“I have a question for umma.” The little boy said, looking at Jaejoong’s direction.
Jaejoong quickly averted his eyes from his meal and smiled at his adoptive son. “What is it you want to ask JinHo yah?” the lead singer asked politely.
“Umm…” JinHo started, uncertain if he should continue but if doesn’t ask this right now, it’ll bother him for the rest of the day.
Making up his mind, he asked the question which was bugging him since yesterday.
“Umma, what does porn mean?” the little boy asked innocently.
Clashes of five different spoons echoed around the quiet house. Yunho coughed, choking on his oatmeal while Jaejoong paled a deathly white.
“Jin-JinHo yah…where did you learn this word?” Jaejoong asked, looking at the innocent and angelic boy in front of him, who was day by day getting tainted by his sinful three dongsengs.
“Oh…I heard Yunchun hyung and Chanmi hyung talking about it yesterday when they tucked me in.” JinHo replied smiling toothily at his two hyungs, who looked back at him with impending death in there eyes. (But of course JinHo didn’t understand those looks, he was only but a poor, innocent four year old.)
Yunho felt his teeth grit, glaring mightily at his two sheepish dongsengs.
“You two,” Yunho growled gesturing for Yoochun and Changmin who were starting to cower. “In the living room, NOW!”
~!~
LOL ^^ this chapter is full of crack. XDD Should I continue it? Or should I move on?
And btw...HAVE A VERY HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY! =D