Kiss 19
I really like Stand by U. I know it's pretty cheesy and quite boy-bandy, but I find it a really pretty melody and shows the boy's vocals nicely. ^_^ I'm really happy it's in the 4th Tour line up too. :) And, randomly, it'll be a nice song to sing at Karaoke. ^^;
Anyway. I finally wrote something! Short and just a kiss-bit, but it's something!
... this is just stupid crack, but hope you enjoy it. :D
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Yunho had thought it would be nice to go home with Jaejoong to see his family during one of their very precious weekends off, as Jaejoong’s semi-accepted other half. Jaejoong had looked at him sceptically when he’d brought up the idea, telling him that his whole family would be visiting that weekend. Yunho had just shrugged and smiled.
“It’ll be fun,” he had said. Jaejoong had just stared at him for a moment, before laughing so manically he fell off the bed.
Yunho had been offended at the time, but now, he wondered if, perhaps, Jaejoong hadn’t had a point. They’d only stepped into the house five minutes ago, and, under the serious gaze of a small half-size human, Yunho was already rethinking the wisdom of the plan.
“You smell like Mi-mi’s bottom.”
Jaejoong, heroically, did not laugh. He did, however, leave Yunho alone with the solemn looking five year old who was sucking on his thumb and staring up at Yunho.
Which was worse.
“Uhm,” was Yunho’s witty retort, and the five year old tilted his head, popped out his thumb with a loud sucking noise and kicked him in the shin.
While Yunho ate his lip in order to stop from saying Very Naughty Words in front of a five year old, the boy ambled off back into the house.
How… charming.
Yunho was, admittedly, a kids kinda person. He adored little munchkins and always loved being around kids whenever they got a chance with their work.
He found out however that dealing with one, adorable little girl, or even five adorable little boys at one time, had nowhere near prepared him for the chaos that was Jaejoong’s house at full capacity. The whole experience made him re-evaluate his rosy coloured dream of twenty five mini-Yunho’s, or at least reassess it to include twenty four nuna-nannies.
Jaejoong had eight sisters, of which seven were married. Of that seven, six had children. Five had more then one child. Pack all of that into one house, and you had a pretty good recipe for chaos.
It was fun, really, for a while. And then it got to be somewhat headache-inducing. Yunho didn’t know how the rest of the family could be so at ease at how completely out of control the house was. It was, unbelievable as he found it, about ten times more chaotic then any of the band’s PV shoots, which were about as chaotic as you could get. Or so Yunho had thought only yesterday.
This was some sort of new torture though, and Yunho wasn’t handling it as well as he’d like. Jaejoong himself wasn’t even really a kids type of guy, but he’d obviously had enough exposure to his little nephews and nieces and large families in general in order to deal with it admirably.
Yunho found him standing in the kitchen with his mother, one little girl on his hip and a small boy attached to his leg. He looked utterly ridiculous, what with his designer sunglasses propped up on top of his head, his Very Expensive Boots ™ being drooled over by his limpet, and his equally expensive designer print t-shirt being scrunched into oblivion by the little girl’s steely claws.
If Yunho had seen the same scene at work, when he didn’t have puke on his jeans and unidentified-baby-goo on his hands, he would have cooed and had a nice little day dream about him, Jaejoong and their own little (quite improbable) munchkin. Instead, he sidled over to the sink to wash his hands free of goo, and made frantic eye contact with his boyfriend from behind Mrs Kim’s back.
It was about five minutes later that Jaejoong found him out in the hallway, thankfully with no kids in sight.
“Having fun?” Jaejoong asked sardonically, suppressed amusement written all over his face.
“Eurghumfle,” was all Yunho could think to say, words failing him completely. Jaejoong smirked, and stepped forward, sliding a hand down Yunho’s arm and then around his waist.
“There, there,” Jaejoong said, not at all sympathetically. Yunho pouted pathetically at him. “Tch, don’t be such a baby. You’d think you’d get enough practice, looking after all of us like a mother hen all the time.”
“You’re the mother hen,” Yunho retaliated petulantly, and Jaejoong snorted in derision at the description of himself. He didn’t reply however, instead brushing kisses along Yunho’s jaw. “And they don’t puke on me. Well. Not since that night Yoochun gave Changmin shochu.”
Jaejoong laughed softly against his neck, before tugging him forward and planting a soft, sweet kiss on his lips. Yunho melted into it, glad to find some solace in his boyfriend.
It all would have been very sweet, if Jaejoong face hadn’t crumpled up after a few moments. He pulled back sharply with a none-too-pleased expression on his face and gave Yunho a severe look. Yunho blinked at him in confusion, about to ask what was wrong when Jaejoong stepped hurriedly back from him.
“Christ Yunho… You smell like shit. Literally. Did one of the kids poop on you?”
Yunho couldn’t do anything else except groan.
Anyway. I finally wrote something! Short and just a kiss-bit, but it's something!
... this is just stupid crack, but hope you enjoy it. :D
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Yunho had thought it would be nice to go home with Jaejoong to see his family during one of their very precious weekends off, as Jaejoong’s semi-accepted other half. Jaejoong had looked at him sceptically when he’d brought up the idea, telling him that his whole family would be visiting that weekend. Yunho had just shrugged and smiled.
“It’ll be fun,” he had said. Jaejoong had just stared at him for a moment, before laughing so manically he fell off the bed.
Yunho had been offended at the time, but now, he wondered if, perhaps, Jaejoong hadn’t had a point. They’d only stepped into the house five minutes ago, and, under the serious gaze of a small half-size human, Yunho was already rethinking the wisdom of the plan.
“You smell like Mi-mi’s bottom.”
Jaejoong, heroically, did not laugh. He did, however, leave Yunho alone with the solemn looking five year old who was sucking on his thumb and staring up at Yunho.
Which was worse.
“Uhm,” was Yunho’s witty retort, and the five year old tilted his head, popped out his thumb with a loud sucking noise and kicked him in the shin.
While Yunho ate his lip in order to stop from saying Very Naughty Words in front of a five year old, the boy ambled off back into the house.
How… charming.
Yunho was, admittedly, a kids kinda person. He adored little munchkins and always loved being around kids whenever they got a chance with their work.
He found out however that dealing with one, adorable little girl, or even five adorable little boys at one time, had nowhere near prepared him for the chaos that was Jaejoong’s house at full capacity. The whole experience made him re-evaluate his rosy coloured dream of twenty five mini-Yunho’s, or at least reassess it to include twenty four nuna-nannies.
Jaejoong had eight sisters, of which seven were married. Of that seven, six had children. Five had more then one child. Pack all of that into one house, and you had a pretty good recipe for chaos.
It was fun, really, for a while. And then it got to be somewhat headache-inducing. Yunho didn’t know how the rest of the family could be so at ease at how completely out of control the house was. It was, unbelievable as he found it, about ten times more chaotic then any of the band’s PV shoots, which were about as chaotic as you could get. Or so Yunho had thought only yesterday.
This was some sort of new torture though, and Yunho wasn’t handling it as well as he’d like. Jaejoong himself wasn’t even really a kids type of guy, but he’d obviously had enough exposure to his little nephews and nieces and large families in general in order to deal with it admirably.
Yunho found him standing in the kitchen with his mother, one little girl on his hip and a small boy attached to his leg. He looked utterly ridiculous, what with his designer sunglasses propped up on top of his head, his Very Expensive Boots ™ being drooled over by his limpet, and his equally expensive designer print t-shirt being scrunched into oblivion by the little girl’s steely claws.
If Yunho had seen the same scene at work, when he didn’t have puke on his jeans and unidentified-baby-goo on his hands, he would have cooed and had a nice little day dream about him, Jaejoong and their own little (quite improbable) munchkin. Instead, he sidled over to the sink to wash his hands free of goo, and made frantic eye contact with his boyfriend from behind Mrs Kim’s back.
It was about five minutes later that Jaejoong found him out in the hallway, thankfully with no kids in sight.
“Having fun?” Jaejoong asked sardonically, suppressed amusement written all over his face.
“Eurghumfle,” was all Yunho could think to say, words failing him completely. Jaejoong smirked, and stepped forward, sliding a hand down Yunho’s arm and then around his waist.
“There, there,” Jaejoong said, not at all sympathetically. Yunho pouted pathetically at him. “Tch, don’t be such a baby. You’d think you’d get enough practice, looking after all of us like a mother hen all the time.”
“You’re the mother hen,” Yunho retaliated petulantly, and Jaejoong snorted in derision at the description of himself. He didn’t reply however, instead brushing kisses along Yunho’s jaw. “And they don’t puke on me. Well. Not since that night Yoochun gave Changmin shochu.”
Jaejoong laughed softly against his neck, before tugging him forward and planting a soft, sweet kiss on his lips. Yunho melted into it, glad to find some solace in his boyfriend.
It all would have been very sweet, if Jaejoong face hadn’t crumpled up after a few moments. He pulled back sharply with a none-too-pleased expression on his face and gave Yunho a severe look. Yunho blinked at him in confusion, about to ask what was wrong when Jaejoong stepped hurriedly back from him.
“Christ Yunho… You smell like shit. Literally. Did one of the kids poop on you?”
Yunho couldn’t do anything else except groan.