The Process of things 9
Title: The process of things (Sequel to Love isnt a fairytale)
Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Romance, AU, crack
Rating: PG - R
Length: 9/10
Summary: Jaejoong and Yunho are engaged but not everything is going the right way when Jaejoong is so possessive of what's his. Not only that, Jaejoong enjoys the process of everything
A/N: IT GETS A LITTLE HOT AT THE END. JUST A WARNING. NOT VERY HOT THOUGH. YOU MIGHT NEED TO FAN YOURSELF //////////
Just my luck. I tried to put on my best smile, hoping that it doesn't looked like I'm forced. I walked toward's old Jung's table and greeted him.
"I'm sorry for my behavior yesterday. I should've known better that it was you, grandpa. My sincerest apology for being rude." I bowed 90 degrees. I garnered some unwanted attention and grandpa chuckled and rubbed the sides of my arm telling me to stand straight.
I looked at him apologetically and he gestured me to sit with them at the same table. I screamed inwardly. I looked at my attire and backed at the both of them. Mr secretary had a displeased look on his face. I smiled awkwardly at Mr Jung and took a seat across him.
"I'm sorry to disturb your dinner then." I sat down. Why did I sit down. I have no idea why I sat down. I must've looked uncomfortable. Where's Yunho? His presence is greatly needed. I need my knight in shining armour!
Mr Jung broke the ice first.
"So Jaejoong, having dinner alone?" he asked, watching the waiter walked towards my table to pass me my take-out bag.
I thanked the waiter with a smile and faced grandpa with a nod and smiled, "yeah. Yunho's not around so I just thought I'll stop by after uni to grab myself dinner."
Mr Jung looked at me with smiley eyes and signaled for a waiter over.
"Take his food and transfer to a bowl. He's dining." He instructed. I sat silently in my seat and looked at the teenage boy apologetically. I'm starting to get nervous. I could feel the pressure that grandpa's giving even if the person is not related to him. He's going to be a tough nut to crack.
"How's the food here, grandpa? First time here?" I tried to change a topic. "You must prefer restaurant's compared to food like here."
Mr Jung laughed and looked around the interior. "My first time here. I just thought I should make a trip down to myeongdong just to see what young people are up to these days. The trends, the food, the language... I'm trying to learn them."
"ha ha ha" I laughed dryly. Okay, that wasn't funny. Grandpa is at least 70 and what was he trying to achieve by looking 'young'?
Mr Jung laughed along and looked at me with serious eyes, "I'm joking. My old flame owns this restaurant so I thought I should come try her food before I die."
I cleared my throat and nodded. "Your old flame must be really pretty!" I tried to sound interested. I bunched up the hem of my sweater under the table and fisted tightly till my knuckles were white. What I had in mind the entire time was 'where is yunho?' , 'yunho please call me now', 'someone please call me now' , ' how do i get out of this situation?'.
"She's average. My wife is prettier though. The only thing which this old flame has is a better pair of cooking hands." Mr Jung laughed and shook his head as he thought deeply about his past relationships.
I bit the inside of my cheeks and wondered when my 'test' is coming. I gulped and took a sip of ice water which the secretary had poured.
"So Jaejoong."
I swallowed the last gulp of water and looked up. "Hmm?"
"What do you like about Yunho?" he asked. Here it comes!
"HIS CHEST!" I exclaimed immediately. I scowled. "AH NO- I MEAN- NO NOT LIKE THAT." I hissed and slapped my fingers against my forehead.
Mr Jung laughed and Mr secretary tried to stifle his laughter. I just ruined my second chance of salvaging my 'first' impression. YAY me. I sulked and covered my face with my hands. I took a deep breath and looked at Mr Jung with my serious eyes.
"That was very humiliating, please pretend you didn't hear me!" I do hope I looked seriously, but obviously I looked like a joke to them.
Mr Jung turned to his secretary and pointed at me saying how I was an adorable child and he hadn't had such a good laugh in years.
"Mr Jung! Uh, grandpa! I'm sorry I don't know what to call you.. but no not his chest. I mean I like him not only physically but what made me accept him was how he is always being very endearing and considerate of me."
Mr Jung reached out for his cup of water and took a sip, eyes not leaving me. I took it as a sign to continue.
"As everyone knows, Yunho is a womanizer, not to add that he is horny probably most of the time, but until now he hasn't lured me to bed yet because I was refusing him."
I blushed as I told my secret softly to him. I had no choice but to spill the beans, right? It was what made me respect and love Yunho so much. Which man could resist sleeping with his partner for almost 3 months? Yunho was that rare unicorn which I felt very admirable and felt proud of his control.
"This is a very private matter but that is what made me fall for him. He's not pushing it and let's me have my time even though he completely treats it as a game."
I looked down and tried to hide my embarrassed face.
I peeked up and looked at Mr Jung who was staring me down and I quickly shifted my gaze to the ice water on the table. I hope I didn't ruin my chance.
"And also because he knows I can’t eat properly in fanciful restaurant so he always either reserves a private room or reluctantly go along with my whims to dine along the streets… I'm sorry if you can't accept me but I'll try to change to your liking!"
Mr Jung soften his gaze and I took the chance to quickly add on. "Yunho might kick up a fuss so you might have to knock more sense into him..." I scratched my side burns. "But I really hope there will be no fights between the both of you as he really looks up to you."
Mr Jung sat silently and watched me fidget in my seat. Say something old man! This is so unbearable and embarrassing I really wish the restaurant was built on a land with soil below my feet and not wooden flooring. I unconsciously rambled on my logic and perhaps he sees it as my complains about Yunho, but I was just trying to be honest.
His secretary looked at his watch and stood up quickly bowing a little. "Sir, it's time for your next meeting. We have to leave."
Thank goodness Mr secretary was there to break the awkward silence.
Mr Jung pulled his sleeve and looked at his watch and back at me. "Enjoy your dinner Jaejoong. I'll foot the bill." I stood up and shook his hand, bowing and bid farewell.
That 20 minutes just shaved off 20 years of my life.
x
"Heechul~~~~~~" I whined on the phone as soon as I got home. Heechul is officially on my speed dial on number three-- no, four which makes him one of my very important person in life.
"Yes princessssssss?" Heechul replied and I can feel him rolling his eyes even without me present.
"I met grandpa and I think I'm going to die 20 years early because that 20 minutes was just… how do you describe this… HELL."
Heechul chuckled on the line and I could hear him switched off the tv.
"What did he say or ask you?"
"Like really stupid stuff. I bumped into him at myeongdong and he said he came here just to experience youngster life. Does that even make sense? He's 70! Then he covered his joke by saying he's visiting his old flame before one of them dies? Oh, he suddenly became serious and asked what I liked about Yunho so I rambled on forgetting about my honesty, and before he could continue, he was whisked away by his secretary and he also paid my bill."
Heechul's laughter got even louder.
"That is really what the old man will do. He's just weird. Thank god Yunho doesn't take after him."
"Are you kidding me?" I mocked. "Yunho's going to be like him in the future if I ever have a daughter." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I can feel it. He's going to be such a brat even when he's old with all the white facial hair and maybe a pot belly!"
Yunho as an old man is just... yuck. Which reminds me of Junsu dressed as an old man for his idol group's music video. Junsu pulled it off really well and if he and Yoochun didn't text me about it, I honestly thought they asked their grandpa to cameo.
"Okay, okay" Heechul said in between breaths. "What did you tell him?"
I laid back on the sofa and propped myself up by stacking cushions below my back. "Nothing much... just how I respect and admire Yunho for tolerating my nonsense such as giving him a sexless life for almost 3 months now and that I am deeply embarrassed by what I told him so don't rub it in."
I buried my face in my palm again for round 2 of embarrassment as Heechul cackled loudly over the phone and I could hear him stomping his feet violently on his bed.
"Oh and I also very accidentally blurt out that I liked Yunho's chest, WHICH, both of them were giggling in the restaurant and I thought I should really shut up about my list of fetishes before, somehow (i don't know how), he finds out you are still in contact with Siwon. "
"Why are we talking about Siwon now?" Heechul asked, amused. "You have a list of fetishes?" Heechul broke into another round of laughter and he spoke again, wheezing in between words. "You never fail to amaze me Jae. Now I know why Yunho's deeeeeeply in love with you - you're such a dork!"
I took the nearest cushion and covered my face.
"Don't remind me, Heechul." I groaned.
x
I was still tossing around in bed and the next thing I knew, it was already morning. I rubbed my swollen eyes and turned to my left. What was I expecting to see a body beside me. Yunho wasn't home as usual and I groggily sat up and walked to the bathroom.
The smell of pancakes wafted through the air and it was aromatic. Someone’s home. Was it my mum? I’m not even least bit sorry about questioning Yunho’s presence because-- holymoly Yunho is standing in my kitchen with nothing except an apron.
“YUNHO?!?!?!” I rubbed my eyes and shrieked from our bedroom door. Where did he get a white apron, more importantly, where are his clothes!
Yunho turned his head around and I could see him tightening his butt cheeks and that was sexy as hell. My eyes unconsciously checking him out from head to toe; bed hair, white apron, toned muscles, a hella hot sexy ass, and those yummy thighs. NO! I told myself and slapped my cheeks.
“Put on some fucking clothes!” I screamed and turned around to cover my face. Gosh, I feel my body temperature rising quickly and I hear my heart pounding rapidly. No way, my body is supposed to feel impotent until after marriage; my body cannot betray me now!
I could hear Yunho putting down the pan and his footsteps closing up. Yunho hugged me from the back and breathed deeply into my hair.
“Good morning babe.” He greeted me with his deep sexy husky voice and it was making me soft in my knees.
I could feel Yunho pressing himself harder against my body and I could feel the cushion-y part of his chest pressing on my back and his little Yunnie pressing between my ass.
I tried to pull away. I can’t do this now even though I desperately want to touch him. I closed my eyes tightly, but Yunho’s uneven breathing beside my ear and the image of him tightening his chest is making me feel swollen below.
“Yunho…” I called him weakly as I grabbed his arm, trying to focus my gaze on something in our room.
“Shhh babe. Don’t move. I’m horny as fuck today and I know you don’t want to have me yet, but I’m so set on trying to get you in the mood.”
“But Yunho…” I tried to call him again. If Yunho speaks anymore I might just lose my sanity and take him. It was a tough decision between having Yunho or pancakes for breakfast. I’m on the edge of losing my rational mind.
“If you call me Yunho one more time I’m seriously going to eat you as breakfast.” said Yunho and he buried his nose on my neck, nipping and licking slowly.
I moaned a little because the tingling feeling was making me feel sensual and I could feel him hardening behind me. I tilted my head a little and I think he got the sign to carry on a little more. I am too tired in the morning to bother pushing him away. I’m ready to greet my sanity goodbye.
Yunho looked at me with his hungry eyes and he spun me around. I could feel his dick pressing against mine and it made him (us) hungrier. I could feel the heat from behind the piece of cloth and the hard rod pressing against mine. He moved a little and the sensual feeling transcends through the cloth made me weaker. I looked at his eyes and I could see myself looking sleepy, hungry, and completely looking hungry. Yunho pressed his forehead against mine and spoke, “you smell so good in the morning. Can I take you now?”
I like how Yunho always asks me if he can take one step further whenever he gets a makeout session with me. It didn’t even take me 5 seconds to think rationally and I pressed my body closer to Yunho’s reaching for the string and untied his apron.
I looked back at Yunho’s eyes and that was probably the first time I saw him looking so happy in months. He carried me up high in his arms and pushed in his tongue, kissing me aggressively, closing our bedroom door and leaving behind those piping hot pancakes on the table.
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A/N: /////////////// FANS SELF ////////////////////
It took me very long to write the bottom because I'm trying to be
rational. It took a great amount of effort to end this chapter properly
but I will be writing the smut version as a one-shot for people who
don't like smut scenes. It will be my first smut scene in years, okay.
I hope you like this. It is ending soon!
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Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Romance, AU, crack
Rating: PG - R
Length: 9/10
Summary: Jaejoong and Yunho are engaged but not everything is going the right way when Jaejoong is so possessive of what's his. Not only that, Jaejoong enjoys the process of everything
A/N: IT GETS A LITTLE HOT AT THE END. JUST A WARNING. NOT VERY HOT THOUGH. YOU MIGHT NEED TO FAN YOURSELF //////////
Just my luck. I tried to put on my best smile, hoping that it doesn't looked like I'm forced. I walked toward's old Jung's table and greeted him.
"I'm sorry for my behavior yesterday. I should've known better that it was you, grandpa. My sincerest apology for being rude." I bowed 90 degrees. I garnered some unwanted attention and grandpa chuckled and rubbed the sides of my arm telling me to stand straight.
I looked at him apologetically and he gestured me to sit with them at the same table. I screamed inwardly. I looked at my attire and backed at the both of them. Mr secretary had a displeased look on his face. I smiled awkwardly at Mr Jung and took a seat across him.
"I'm sorry to disturb your dinner then." I sat down. Why did I sit down. I have no idea why I sat down. I must've looked uncomfortable. Where's Yunho? His presence is greatly needed. I need my knight in shining armour!
Mr Jung broke the ice first.
"So Jaejoong, having dinner alone?" he asked, watching the waiter walked towards my table to pass me my take-out bag.
I thanked the waiter with a smile and faced grandpa with a nod and smiled, "yeah. Yunho's not around so I just thought I'll stop by after uni to grab myself dinner."
Mr Jung looked at me with smiley eyes and signaled for a waiter over.
"Take his food and transfer to a bowl. He's dining." He instructed. I sat silently in my seat and looked at the teenage boy apologetically. I'm starting to get nervous. I could feel the pressure that grandpa's giving even if the person is not related to him. He's going to be a tough nut to crack.
"How's the food here, grandpa? First time here?" I tried to change a topic. "You must prefer restaurant's compared to food like here."
Mr Jung laughed and looked around the interior. "My first time here. I just thought I should make a trip down to myeongdong just to see what young people are up to these days. The trends, the food, the language... I'm trying to learn them."
"ha ha ha" I laughed dryly. Okay, that wasn't funny. Grandpa is at least 70 and what was he trying to achieve by looking 'young'?
Mr Jung laughed along and looked at me with serious eyes, "I'm joking. My old flame owns this restaurant so I thought I should come try her food before I die."
I cleared my throat and nodded. "Your old flame must be really pretty!" I tried to sound interested. I bunched up the hem of my sweater under the table and fisted tightly till my knuckles were white. What I had in mind the entire time was 'where is yunho?' , 'yunho please call me now', 'someone please call me now' , ' how do i get out of this situation?'.
"She's average. My wife is prettier though. The only thing which this old flame has is a better pair of cooking hands." Mr Jung laughed and shook his head as he thought deeply about his past relationships.
I bit the inside of my cheeks and wondered when my 'test' is coming. I gulped and took a sip of ice water which the secretary had poured.
"So Jaejoong."
I swallowed the last gulp of water and looked up. "Hmm?"
"What do you like about Yunho?" he asked. Here it comes!
"HIS CHEST!" I exclaimed immediately. I scowled. "AH NO- I MEAN- NO NOT LIKE THAT." I hissed and slapped my fingers against my forehead.
Mr Jung laughed and Mr secretary tried to stifle his laughter. I just ruined my second chance of salvaging my 'first' impression. YAY me. I sulked and covered my face with my hands. I took a deep breath and looked at Mr Jung with my serious eyes.
"That was very humiliating, please pretend you didn't hear me!" I do hope I looked seriously, but obviously I looked like a joke to them.
Mr Jung turned to his secretary and pointed at me saying how I was an adorable child and he hadn't had such a good laugh in years.
"Mr Jung! Uh, grandpa! I'm sorry I don't know what to call you.. but no not his chest. I mean I like him not only physically but what made me accept him was how he is always being very endearing and considerate of me."
Mr Jung reached out for his cup of water and took a sip, eyes not leaving me. I took it as a sign to continue.
"As everyone knows, Yunho is a womanizer, not to add that he is horny probably most of the time, but until now he hasn't lured me to bed yet because I was refusing him."
I blushed as I told my secret softly to him. I had no choice but to spill the beans, right? It was what made me respect and love Yunho so much. Which man could resist sleeping with his partner for almost 3 months? Yunho was that rare unicorn which I felt very admirable and felt proud of his control.
"This is a very private matter but that is what made me fall for him. He's not pushing it and let's me have my time even though he completely treats it as a game."
I looked down and tried to hide my embarrassed face.
I peeked up and looked at Mr Jung who was staring me down and I quickly shifted my gaze to the ice water on the table. I hope I didn't ruin my chance.
"And also because he knows I can’t eat properly in fanciful restaurant so he always either reserves a private room or reluctantly go along with my whims to dine along the streets… I'm sorry if you can't accept me but I'll try to change to your liking!"
Mr Jung soften his gaze and I took the chance to quickly add on. "Yunho might kick up a fuss so you might have to knock more sense into him..." I scratched my side burns. "But I really hope there will be no fights between the both of you as he really looks up to you."
Mr Jung sat silently and watched me fidget in my seat. Say something old man! This is so unbearable and embarrassing I really wish the restaurant was built on a land with soil below my feet and not wooden flooring. I unconsciously rambled on my logic and perhaps he sees it as my complains about Yunho, but I was just trying to be honest.
His secretary looked at his watch and stood up quickly bowing a little. "Sir, it's time for your next meeting. We have to leave."
Thank goodness Mr secretary was there to break the awkward silence.
Mr Jung pulled his sleeve and looked at his watch and back at me. "Enjoy your dinner Jaejoong. I'll foot the bill." I stood up and shook his hand, bowing and bid farewell.
That 20 minutes just shaved off 20 years of my life.
x
"Heechul~~~~~~" I whined on the phone as soon as I got home. Heechul is officially on my speed dial on number three-- no, four which makes him one of my very important person in life.
"Yes princessssssss?" Heechul replied and I can feel him rolling his eyes even without me present.
"I met grandpa and I think I'm going to die 20 years early because that 20 minutes was just… how do you describe this… HELL."
Heechul chuckled on the line and I could hear him switched off the tv.
"What did he say or ask you?"
"Like really stupid stuff. I bumped into him at myeongdong and he said he came here just to experience youngster life. Does that even make sense? He's 70! Then he covered his joke by saying he's visiting his old flame before one of them dies? Oh, he suddenly became serious and asked what I liked about Yunho so I rambled on forgetting about my honesty, and before he could continue, he was whisked away by his secretary and he also paid my bill."
Heechul's laughter got even louder.
"That is really what the old man will do. He's just weird. Thank god Yunho doesn't take after him."
"Are you kidding me?" I mocked. "Yunho's going to be like him in the future if I ever have a daughter." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I can feel it. He's going to be such a brat even when he's old with all the white facial hair and maybe a pot belly!"
Yunho as an old man is just... yuck. Which reminds me of Junsu dressed as an old man for his idol group's music video. Junsu pulled it off really well and if he and Yoochun didn't text me about it, I honestly thought they asked their grandpa to cameo.
"Okay, okay" Heechul said in between breaths. "What did you tell him?"
I laid back on the sofa and propped myself up by stacking cushions below my back. "Nothing much... just how I respect and admire Yunho for tolerating my nonsense such as giving him a sexless life for almost 3 months now and that I am deeply embarrassed by what I told him so don't rub it in."
I buried my face in my palm again for round 2 of embarrassment as Heechul cackled loudly over the phone and I could hear him stomping his feet violently on his bed.
"Oh and I also very accidentally blurt out that I liked Yunho's chest, WHICH, both of them were giggling in the restaurant and I thought I should really shut up about my list of fetishes before, somehow (i don't know how), he finds out you are still in contact with Siwon. "
"Why are we talking about Siwon now?" Heechul asked, amused. "You have a list of fetishes?" Heechul broke into another round of laughter and he spoke again, wheezing in between words. "You never fail to amaze me Jae. Now I know why Yunho's deeeeeeply in love with you - you're such a dork!"
I took the nearest cushion and covered my face.
"Don't remind me, Heechul." I groaned.
x
I was still tossing around in bed and the next thing I knew, it was already morning. I rubbed my swollen eyes and turned to my left. What was I expecting to see a body beside me. Yunho wasn't home as usual and I groggily sat up and walked to the bathroom.
The smell of pancakes wafted through the air and it was aromatic. Someone’s home. Was it my mum? I’m not even least bit sorry about questioning Yunho’s presence because-- holymoly Yunho is standing in my kitchen with nothing except an apron.
“YUNHO?!?!?!” I rubbed my eyes and shrieked from our bedroom door. Where did he get a white apron, more importantly, where are his clothes!
Yunho turned his head around and I could see him tightening his butt cheeks and that was sexy as hell. My eyes unconsciously checking him out from head to toe; bed hair, white apron, toned muscles, a hella hot sexy ass, and those yummy thighs. NO! I told myself and slapped my cheeks.
“Put on some fucking clothes!” I screamed and turned around to cover my face. Gosh, I feel my body temperature rising quickly and I hear my heart pounding rapidly. No way, my body is supposed to feel impotent until after marriage; my body cannot betray me now!
I could hear Yunho putting down the pan and his footsteps closing up. Yunho hugged me from the back and breathed deeply into my hair.
“Good morning babe.” He greeted me with his deep sexy husky voice and it was making me soft in my knees.
I could feel Yunho pressing himself harder against my body and I could feel the cushion-y part of his chest pressing on my back and his little Yunnie pressing between my ass.
I tried to pull away. I can’t do this now even though I desperately want to touch him. I closed my eyes tightly, but Yunho’s uneven breathing beside my ear and the image of him tightening his chest is making me feel swollen below.
“Yunho…” I called him weakly as I grabbed his arm, trying to focus my gaze on something in our room.
“Shhh babe. Don’t move. I’m horny as fuck today and I know you don’t want to have me yet, but I’m so set on trying to get you in the mood.”
“But Yunho…” I tried to call him again. If Yunho speaks anymore I might just lose my sanity and take him. It was a tough decision between having Yunho or pancakes for breakfast. I’m on the edge of losing my rational mind.
“If you call me Yunho one more time I’m seriously going to eat you as breakfast.” said Yunho and he buried his nose on my neck, nipping and licking slowly.
I moaned a little because the tingling feeling was making me feel sensual and I could feel him hardening behind me. I tilted my head a little and I think he got the sign to carry on a little more. I am too tired in the morning to bother pushing him away. I’m ready to greet my sanity goodbye.
Yunho looked at me with his hungry eyes and he spun me around. I could feel his dick pressing against mine and it made him (us) hungrier. I could feel the heat from behind the piece of cloth and the hard rod pressing against mine. He moved a little and the sensual feeling transcends through the cloth made me weaker. I looked at his eyes and I could see myself looking sleepy, hungry, and completely looking hungry. Yunho pressed his forehead against mine and spoke, “you smell so good in the morning. Can I take you now?”
I like how Yunho always asks me if he can take one step further whenever he gets a makeout session with me. It didn’t even take me 5 seconds to think rationally and I pressed my body closer to Yunho’s reaching for the string and untied his apron.
I looked back at Yunho’s eyes and that was probably the first time I saw him looking so happy in months. He carried me up high in his arms and pushed in his tongue, kissing me aggressively, closing our bedroom door and leaving behind those piping hot pancakes on the table.
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A/N: /////////////// FANS SELF ////////////////////
It took me very long to write the bottom because I'm trying to be
rational. It took a great amount of effort to end this chapter properly
but I will be writing the smut version as a one-shot for people who
don't like smut scenes. It will be my first smut scene in years, okay.
I hope you like this. It is ending soon!
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