Skin You're In 10/?
Title: Skin You're In 10/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaehwa (Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Heechul, past Yunho/Jaehwa)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to play with.
Summary: Jaehwa is one of the prettiest girls Yoochun has ever met. Yoochun isn't sure how to react when he finds out that Jaehwa is a girl in her mind, but she has the body of a man. Does that change who she is?
Warnings: Transgender!Jaejoong
A/N: Before you start reading, I suggest you familiarize yourself with Gender Identity Disorder. I personally think calling it a disorder is bullshit. There is a lot of controversy over this topic.
If you have questions, or you want to discuss this topic with others, go here: http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/40030.html (you have to be a member of the community, go here to join http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/)
A/N Part 2: This fic is dedicated to willowwing because she has gone to great lengths to make her most recent fic realistic, and I hope that I have taken this topic and done the same. And she loves JaeChun, so it's a JaeChun.
Part 10: The Reset
Yoochun forgot where he was when he woke up. Cold, that much he knew. And not alone. He held Jaehwa closer and blinked his eyes alert. Wooden room. Tree branches, sky gray with dawn. Oh, right. They’d gone outside.
Jaehwa hummed and snuggled into his body. “Don’t get up yet.”
“We have to get back inside,” Yoochun said.
“My mom is already awake and already aware that we’re not there. She wakes up at like four thirty every morning.”
“Wow.”
“Just lay here until she comes searching.”
“At least let’s put some clothes on. It’s freezing.”
“Wimp.”
Yoochun smiled and sat up. Jaehwa’s protest was cut off by a loud shout.
“Kim Jaejoong! You get yourself into this house, young man.”
Jaehwa sighed and tilted her head up. Yoochun smiled again and kissed her lips. Her mom shouted again. They ignored it for a moment longer, and then Jaehwa pulled away. She sat, back to Yoochun, elbows on her bent knees and rubbed her face. Her back was littered with purple spots and red teeth marks. Yoochun ran a finger on her skin.
“Gross. I need a shower.”
“If we were at your place, we could take one together.”
Jaehwa smirked over her shoulder. “You can sneak in with me.”
Yoochun shook his head. “Your mom already doesn’t like me.”
“Yes, but I love you.” Jaehwa kneeled and moved across the tree house to find her sweats.
Yoochun caught a glimpse of her dick and his mouth went dry. He swallowed and then flopped back to the bed, eyes shut to wait until she was dressed. Lips touched his hipbone.
“All covered up and girly again,” she whispered.
He looked at her and frowned. As he opened his mouth to apologize, she shook her head. “Don’t say you’re sorry, Yoochun; I understand.”
He smiled in apology and held out his arm. With a smile, she curled up on his side and their lips touched.
“Better get up before I take my clothes off again,” Jaehwa said, pushing against his body.
Yoochun shut his eyes and moaned. “More sex, face your mother, more sex, face your-“
Jaehwa laughed and pushed away from him. “Come on, get up.”
Yoochun rolled over and pinned her below him. He pressed his morning erection into her side. “Already am. Kiss me.”
Jaehwa wrapped her arms around his neck and laughed. Their lips met again.
“God damn it, Jaehwa!” Junsu shouted. “I know where you are and I will come up there right now!”
“Fuck you!” Jaehwa shouted. “We’re coming down.”
“Down?” Yoochun said, voice cracking as he looked at the ledge.
Jaehwa grinned. “Or you stay up here all day.” She gathered the blanket up, leaving Yoochun naked and cold. Her eyes settled on his crotch and she licked her lips. “Let’s hurry up and get home.”
Yoochun grinned and gave his cock a couple of strokes.
“Damn you,” Jaehwa muttered and turned away. She went to the edge and dropped the bedding down. Without looking at Yoochun, she went down the ladder.
Yoochun laughed and pulled his clothes on. With a deep breath, he shuffled over to the edge of the tree house. When he looked over the edge, he flattened himself to the floor and froze, the ground rushed up to meet him and he shut his eyes.
Past the rushing in his head, he heard Changmin laughing at him.
“Come on, babe,” Jaehwa said. “Even if you fall, it’s only about eight feet. It won’t kill you.”
“Not helping,” Yoochun muttered.
“Turn around and shuffle back. I’ll guide you.”
Yoochun pried an eye open and saw Jaehwa on the ladder again. He took another deep breath and turned around like she said. He felt hands on his knees and they pulled back. He tried not to panic as his legs were in the air, but he followed her directions and found a step with his foot. Her hand stayed on the middle of his back as they slowly went down the ladder. And Yoochun’s knee almost collapsed when he was finally on firm land again.
Changmin laughed. “God, that’s hilarious.”
“Fuck off,” Yoochun said, holding Jaehwa tightly. “Thank you.”
“Why are you so afraid of heights?” Junsu asked.
Changmin laughed again, but Yoochun looked down at Jaehwa. “You didn’t tell him?”
“Why would I tell him?” Jaehwa asked.
“You tell him everything.”
“I tell him everything about me, not you.”
“And that’s how he knew about that time in grocery store bathroom.”
Junsu and Changmin laughed.
“That was about us, not you,” Jaehwa said.
Yoochun shook his head and smiled. To Junsu, he said, “When I was five, my parents took Yoohwan and me skiing and I fell out of the lift. It wasn’t up very high, but that and the tumble down the mountain and the broken leg were enough to scar me against heights for life.”
“And the water thing?” Junsu prompted.
“Jumped into a swimming pool when I was six and realized that you can’t breathe underwater.”
“He’s just a wimp,” Changmin said.
“Don’t make me defend his honor,” Jaehwa said.
Changmin held up his hands. “I said it to Yoochun and I’ll say it to you. You hit harder than he does, so don’t worry. Your frail little boyfriend is safe.”
Yoochun would have hit him, but that meant letting go of Jaehwa, and his knees still weren’t quite steady yet, and really, why would he want to let go of Jaehwa?
They entered the house, and froze under the glare of Jaehwa’s mother. Yoochun scowled at her, but Jaehwa, lowered her head and patted her long hair.
“Young man, this is unacceptable behavior. Completely disrespectful of this house and your sister on her birthday,” her mother said.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jaehwa said and tried to get out of Yoochun’s hold, but he held on even tighter.
“You better be lucky your father is not here this weekend.”
Yoochun’s entire body stiffened. “I wish he was here. Jaehwa is an adult and perfectly capable of living her life as she wants.”
“Chunnie, please,” Jaehwa muttered.
Yoochun shut his eyes, nostrils flaring, and then pulled Jaehwa through the kitchen. He stopped, just inside the main hall and said, “Go get pretty and pack. Let’s get out of here.”
Jaehwa opened her mouth to protest and then nodded. She turned around and almost flew up the stairs. Junsu followed her, and Changmin more slowly.
Yoochun turned back to her mother. “This is a very difficult time for Jaehwa, and she has so many problems trying to discover who she is and what she needs to be happy. You are not helping. You may think your son has betrayed you, or is only doing this for some weird type of attention, but Jaehwa is still your child.”
“You dare lecture me?” the woman said.
Yoochun smirked. “Yes, I dare. I love your daughter. I love her for who she is inside of the body that isn’t hers. I have more of a right to lecture you, than you do me. I accept her. She is mine to hold and cherish, and I hope that one day you will see that, and when she comes home to see her family, she doesn’t have to hide the beautiful girl she is.” Yoochun didn’t think he could continue talking without swearing and yelling, so he turned around and went upstairs.
Junsu was at the top, arms folded, smiling. “Thank you,” he said. “Jaehwa heard you too, so don’t be surprised if her eyes are bloodshot from crying.”
Yoochun hugged Junsu tightly. “Get me out of here before I start murdering them.”
Junsu chuckled. “They do have that effect. Thanks for supporting her. And loving her. She needs it so much.”
“Don’t we all?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin cleared his throat, and Yoochun smiled at the jealousy in his eyes. He still had his arms around Junsu’s waist. “Don’t worry, dongsaeng. I’m not tall enough for him.”
“Nope, he’s not.”
“Now, Yunho, on the other hand-“
Changmin tried to smack him, but Yoochun laughed and ducked around him and into the room to change.
They left shortly after that. Jaehwa took a very quick shower and then braided her hair in two braids. Yoochun smiled and pulled on them as they walked to Yoochun’s car. She also wore her tight red skinny jeans, and a very billowy cream top that left a shoulder bare. Yoochun kept kissing that skin too. They all had bowed ninety degrees to her mother and thanked her for her hospitality, but she had said nothing to them, turning and going back into the house. Jaehwa did her best to stay strong, but Yoochun knew it bothered her.
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August 2012
Three weeks later, Yoochun sat in his usual booth at Angel Café, sipping on his coffee. He watched as Jaehwa smiled and served her customers. Her hair was up in a sloppy bun and she wore a plaid t-shirt dress over white leggings. And of course, she was wearing her combat boots. She looked over suddenly, caught his eyes and smiled, cheeks turning pink for a moment. She turned away and disappeared in the back.
Yoochun could not believe that it had been almost a year and a half since they had first met. He had drowned in her eyes and smile that first day, and the second and the third, and now drowned in her heart and body.
His phone vibrated on the table. He picked it up and frowned at the display. Why was Yoohwan calling him?
“Hello, dongsaeng,” he said.
“This is your mother.”
“Mom. Hey. W-what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Your brother is at the shop and is a good son and visits his mother every now and then and lets her borrow his phone because otherwise there is no way that her other, older, filial son would ever answer when she called.”
Yoochun winced. It was true that lately he’d been avoiding his mother. But she constantly asked-
“When are you bringing your girlfriend over to meet me? Yoohwan says you’ve been dating for over a year.”
So much for trustworthy dongsaengs.
“Soon, Mother, I promise.”
“That is what you said last month.”
Jaehwa frowned and sat across from him. She tilted her head in question and he mouthed, My mother. With a smile, she held out her hand for the phone. Yoochun shook his head. She made an irritated noise and snatched the phone anyway.
“Jaehwa!”
“Hello Mrs. Park. This is Yoochun’s girlfriend, Kim Jaehwa.”
Yoochun groaned and put his head on the table.
“Oh no … it’s not his fault. I work a lot, plus we both have school … It’s going very well, thank you. I graduate next semester … Well, there is that, but no, I don’t think he’s avoiding you on purpose … Okay, maybe he is. But he recently met my mother and that didn’t go over very well, and I think he’s worried about what you will think of me … Yes, ma’am. A year and a half actually … He is a horrible son, isn’t he?”
Yoochun snorted and she made kissy faces at him.
“I get off work in about an hour … Yes … yes, ma’am. Yes … Perfect. We’ll see you then.”
Yoochun’s head shot off the table. “What?”
Jaehwa shushed him. “Of course. Of course. … We’d be thrilled. … Okay, good bye.” She handed the phone back to Yoochun. “We’re going to go see her when I get off work.”
Yoochun groaned and put his head back on the table.
“She can’t be worse than my mother,” Jaehwa whispered. “I get to be myself, and I don’t have to hide.” Her fingers touched his hand and he moved it so they could hold hands. “I love you.”
“I love you,” he said and turned his head.
Jaehwa stood up and kissed his cheek. “I have to get back to work. Don’t you dare spend the next hour trying to think of a way out of this.”
Yoochun spent the next hour trying to think of a way out it, but with both his mother and his girlfriend against him, he knew it would be better if he gave up without a fight.
Jaehwa smiled at him as she pulled on her jacket. “Stop acting like the world is ending, and just remember that we went a little kinky after meeting my mother. Who knows what will happen after meeting yours?”
He groaned again and slammed his head on the table for good measure.
“Your boyfriend is a wimp,” Junsu said from across the cafe. “Give him his balls back.”
Jaehwa laughed. “No way. I like them in my purse.” Fingers carded through Yoochun’s hair. “Come on, babe. Let’s go.”
“Fine, fine.” Yoochun stood up. He put on his jacket and then held out his arm. Jaehwa put her hand through it and smiled at him. Like always, he was unable to resist and he leaned over and kissed her lightly. “Are you nervous at all?”
She shrugged. “Yeah, but … aren’t you nervous?”
“Terrified.”
“Why?”
Yoochun sighed and held the door open for her. It was raining, so Yoochun hailed a cab and opened the back door when it pulled to the curb. Jaehwa climbed in, and he followed her.
“I guess I just don’t … I don’t want her to put any pressure on you. My mother is … well, opposite of your family, I guess. After I was born, she wanted a girl, and then Yoohwan was born, and then she and my father started having problems, so she never had any more kids. There is a lot of pressure on Yoohwan and me to have grandchildren.”
Jaehwa frowned and looked outside. They hadn’t talked about marriage or children for over a month.
Yoochun squeezed her hand tightly. “Please don’t … I don’t know. I … I don’t want you to ever feel like I’m pressuring you to do anything. I don’t want you to think I’d leave you because of the children thing. And if we do decide to have children, my mother isn’t going to care that you can’t. Why you can’t will always be between us.”
“Are you ashamed of me?” she whispered.
“Jaehwa, come on,” Yoochun said. He shot a look at the cab driver. “I am not ashamed of you, but if we tell my mother and my brother, it will be a mutual decision, not one that that I make on my own or force you into. Okay?”
“I know, I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair,” Jaehwa whispered and leaned against him. Yoochun put his arm around her and held her tightly.
The cab stopped right outside of his mother’s gelato shop. Yoochun paid the driver and thanked him as Jaehwa climbed out. The rain had increased, so he lifted his jacket to cover Jaehwa as they moved quickly and entered the door of the shop. Yoochun shook his jacket out and then hung it up on the rack provided. He held Jaehwa’s, but she shook her head, keeping it on. A security.
“Hyung!”
Yoochun smiled at his younger brother Yoohwan and strode over to him. There was a four year age difference between them, but more than one person had always said they looked enough alike to be twins. They hugged tightly, and then Yoochun pulled away and turned to Jaehwa. He smiled at her and said, “Dongsaeng, this is Jaehwa, my girlfriend.”
Yoohwan smiled and bowed ninety degrees and greeted him formally.
Jaehwa giggled and bowed back. “Much better mannered than your brother,” she said. “He just drooled and stared at me the first time we met. Didn’t even bow properly.”
Yoohwan laughed.
“Who could this young man be? Just a customer?” Yoochun’s mom asked. “I don’t know who he is. He sort of looks like my long lost son, but I can’t be sure.”
Yoochun smiled and moved to his mother. “Hello, Mother.”
“Mother? What is this? I only have one son.”
“Come on, Mom, I’m sorry.” Yoochun turned to Jaehwa and held out his hand. She nervously moved to them and bowed quickly. “Mom, this is my girlfriend, Jaehwa.”
“It is my honor to meet you,” Jaehwa said before standing up straight.
Yoochun’s mom stared at her, eyes narrowing. “I am confused.”
“About what?” Yoochun asked.
“There is nothing wrong with this girl,” she said, glaring at Yoochun. “You haven’t introduced me to her, so I figured she was stupid or ugly or fat or, god forbid, American, but she’s a nice Korean girl. Tall and beautiful. Why have you not introduced us before?”
Yoochun bit his lip and shrugged. “I don’t know, Mother. We, she … we …”
“It’s my fault, really,” Jaehwa said suddenly, squeezing his hand. “I’ve met the parents before and I was … nervous, and …”
Yoochun’s mom took her hands and pulled her away from Yoochun. “You have nothing to be worried about, Jaehwa. You’re beautiful. I couldn’t ask for a better woman to date my son. Now, would you like some gelato?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“What flavor?”
“Do you have watermelon?”
“Yes. It’s Yoochun’s favorite.”
Yoochun’s mom gave him a look and Yoochun smiled. They liked the same gelato flavor, so therefore, they were a match made in heaven.
“Seriously, hyung,” Yoohwan said, their mother’s talking covering their conversation. “What’s wrong with her?”
“Nothing, why?”
Yoohwan shrugged. “There has to be some reason why it’s taken you so long to introduce her to us.”
“And if there is, that’s our reason, and it isn’t your business.”
“So there is a reason.”
“There could be.”
Jaehwa laughed suddenly and Yoochun smiled. He flung his arm around his brother. “Don’t be jealous because my girlfriend is hot, dongsaeng, and you don’t have one.”
“Fuck off,” he muttered and shoved him.
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Part 11: The Progress
Part 9: The Suuport
Part 8: The Situation
Part 7: The Promise
Part 6: The Conflict
Part 5: The Setback
Part 4: The Date
Part 3: The Wait
Part 2: The Talk
Part 1: The Secret
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaehwa (Changmin/Junsu, Yunho/Heechul, past Yunho/Jaehwa)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to play with.
Summary: Jaehwa is one of the prettiest girls Yoochun has ever met. Yoochun isn't sure how to react when he finds out that Jaehwa is a girl in her mind, but she has the body of a man. Does that change who she is?
Warnings: Transgender!Jaejoong
A/N: Before you start reading, I suggest you familiarize yourself with Gender Identity Disorder. I personally think calling it a disorder is bullshit. There is a lot of controversy over this topic.
If you have questions, or you want to discuss this topic with others, go here: http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/40030.html (you have to be a member of the community, go here to join http://be-dell-addict.livejournal.com/)
A/N Part 2: This fic is dedicated to willowwing because she has gone to great lengths to make her most recent fic realistic, and I hope that I have taken this topic and done the same. And she loves JaeChun, so it's a JaeChun.
Part 10: The Reset
Yoochun forgot where he was when he woke up. Cold, that much he knew. And not alone. He held Jaehwa closer and blinked his eyes alert. Wooden room. Tree branches, sky gray with dawn. Oh, right. They’d gone outside.
Jaehwa hummed and snuggled into his body. “Don’t get up yet.”
“We have to get back inside,” Yoochun said.
“My mom is already awake and already aware that we’re not there. She wakes up at like four thirty every morning.”
“Wow.”
“Just lay here until she comes searching.”
“At least let’s put some clothes on. It’s freezing.”
“Wimp.”
Yoochun smiled and sat up. Jaehwa’s protest was cut off by a loud shout.
“Kim Jaejoong! You get yourself into this house, young man.”
Jaehwa sighed and tilted her head up. Yoochun smiled again and kissed her lips. Her mom shouted again. They ignored it for a moment longer, and then Jaehwa pulled away. She sat, back to Yoochun, elbows on her bent knees and rubbed her face. Her back was littered with purple spots and red teeth marks. Yoochun ran a finger on her skin.
“Gross. I need a shower.”
“If we were at your place, we could take one together.”
Jaehwa smirked over her shoulder. “You can sneak in with me.”
Yoochun shook his head. “Your mom already doesn’t like me.”
“Yes, but I love you.” Jaehwa kneeled and moved across the tree house to find her sweats.
Yoochun caught a glimpse of her dick and his mouth went dry. He swallowed and then flopped back to the bed, eyes shut to wait until she was dressed. Lips touched his hipbone.
“All covered up and girly again,” she whispered.
He looked at her and frowned. As he opened his mouth to apologize, she shook her head. “Don’t say you’re sorry, Yoochun; I understand.”
He smiled in apology and held out his arm. With a smile, she curled up on his side and their lips touched.
“Better get up before I take my clothes off again,” Jaehwa said, pushing against his body.
Yoochun shut his eyes and moaned. “More sex, face your mother, more sex, face your-“
Jaehwa laughed and pushed away from him. “Come on, get up.”
Yoochun rolled over and pinned her below him. He pressed his morning erection into her side. “Already am. Kiss me.”
Jaehwa wrapped her arms around his neck and laughed. Their lips met again.
“God damn it, Jaehwa!” Junsu shouted. “I know where you are and I will come up there right now!”
“Fuck you!” Jaehwa shouted. “We’re coming down.”
“Down?” Yoochun said, voice cracking as he looked at the ledge.
Jaehwa grinned. “Or you stay up here all day.” She gathered the blanket up, leaving Yoochun naked and cold. Her eyes settled on his crotch and she licked her lips. “Let’s hurry up and get home.”
Yoochun grinned and gave his cock a couple of strokes.
“Damn you,” Jaehwa muttered and turned away. She went to the edge and dropped the bedding down. Without looking at Yoochun, she went down the ladder.
Yoochun laughed and pulled his clothes on. With a deep breath, he shuffled over to the edge of the tree house. When he looked over the edge, he flattened himself to the floor and froze, the ground rushed up to meet him and he shut his eyes.
Past the rushing in his head, he heard Changmin laughing at him.
“Come on, babe,” Jaehwa said. “Even if you fall, it’s only about eight feet. It won’t kill you.”
“Not helping,” Yoochun muttered.
“Turn around and shuffle back. I’ll guide you.”
Yoochun pried an eye open and saw Jaehwa on the ladder again. He took another deep breath and turned around like she said. He felt hands on his knees and they pulled back. He tried not to panic as his legs were in the air, but he followed her directions and found a step with his foot. Her hand stayed on the middle of his back as they slowly went down the ladder. And Yoochun’s knee almost collapsed when he was finally on firm land again.
Changmin laughed. “God, that’s hilarious.”
“Fuck off,” Yoochun said, holding Jaehwa tightly. “Thank you.”
“Why are you so afraid of heights?” Junsu asked.
Changmin laughed again, but Yoochun looked down at Jaehwa. “You didn’t tell him?”
“Why would I tell him?” Jaehwa asked.
“You tell him everything.”
“I tell him everything about me, not you.”
“And that’s how he knew about that time in grocery store bathroom.”
Junsu and Changmin laughed.
“That was about us, not you,” Jaehwa said.
Yoochun shook his head and smiled. To Junsu, he said, “When I was five, my parents took Yoohwan and me skiing and I fell out of the lift. It wasn’t up very high, but that and the tumble down the mountain and the broken leg were enough to scar me against heights for life.”
“And the water thing?” Junsu prompted.
“Jumped into a swimming pool when I was six and realized that you can’t breathe underwater.”
“He’s just a wimp,” Changmin said.
“Don’t make me defend his honor,” Jaehwa said.
Changmin held up his hands. “I said it to Yoochun and I’ll say it to you. You hit harder than he does, so don’t worry. Your frail little boyfriend is safe.”
Yoochun would have hit him, but that meant letting go of Jaehwa, and his knees still weren’t quite steady yet, and really, why would he want to let go of Jaehwa?
They entered the house, and froze under the glare of Jaehwa’s mother. Yoochun scowled at her, but Jaehwa, lowered her head and patted her long hair.
“Young man, this is unacceptable behavior. Completely disrespectful of this house and your sister on her birthday,” her mother said.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jaehwa said and tried to get out of Yoochun’s hold, but he held on even tighter.
“You better be lucky your father is not here this weekend.”
Yoochun’s entire body stiffened. “I wish he was here. Jaehwa is an adult and perfectly capable of living her life as she wants.”
“Chunnie, please,” Jaehwa muttered.
Yoochun shut his eyes, nostrils flaring, and then pulled Jaehwa through the kitchen. He stopped, just inside the main hall and said, “Go get pretty and pack. Let’s get out of here.”
Jaehwa opened her mouth to protest and then nodded. She turned around and almost flew up the stairs. Junsu followed her, and Changmin more slowly.
Yoochun turned back to her mother. “This is a very difficult time for Jaehwa, and she has so many problems trying to discover who she is and what she needs to be happy. You are not helping. You may think your son has betrayed you, or is only doing this for some weird type of attention, but Jaehwa is still your child.”
“You dare lecture me?” the woman said.
Yoochun smirked. “Yes, I dare. I love your daughter. I love her for who she is inside of the body that isn’t hers. I have more of a right to lecture you, than you do me. I accept her. She is mine to hold and cherish, and I hope that one day you will see that, and when she comes home to see her family, she doesn’t have to hide the beautiful girl she is.” Yoochun didn’t think he could continue talking without swearing and yelling, so he turned around and went upstairs.
Junsu was at the top, arms folded, smiling. “Thank you,” he said. “Jaehwa heard you too, so don’t be surprised if her eyes are bloodshot from crying.”
Yoochun hugged Junsu tightly. “Get me out of here before I start murdering them.”
Junsu chuckled. “They do have that effect. Thanks for supporting her. And loving her. She needs it so much.”
“Don’t we all?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin cleared his throat, and Yoochun smiled at the jealousy in his eyes. He still had his arms around Junsu’s waist. “Don’t worry, dongsaeng. I’m not tall enough for him.”
“Nope, he’s not.”
“Now, Yunho, on the other hand-“
Changmin tried to smack him, but Yoochun laughed and ducked around him and into the room to change.
They left shortly after that. Jaehwa took a very quick shower and then braided her hair in two braids. Yoochun smiled and pulled on them as they walked to Yoochun’s car. She also wore her tight red skinny jeans, and a very billowy cream top that left a shoulder bare. Yoochun kept kissing that skin too. They all had bowed ninety degrees to her mother and thanked her for her hospitality, but she had said nothing to them, turning and going back into the house. Jaehwa did her best to stay strong, but Yoochun knew it bothered her.
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August 2012
Three weeks later, Yoochun sat in his usual booth at Angel Café, sipping on his coffee. He watched as Jaehwa smiled and served her customers. Her hair was up in a sloppy bun and she wore a plaid t-shirt dress over white leggings. And of course, she was wearing her combat boots. She looked over suddenly, caught his eyes and smiled, cheeks turning pink for a moment. She turned away and disappeared in the back.
Yoochun could not believe that it had been almost a year and a half since they had first met. He had drowned in her eyes and smile that first day, and the second and the third, and now drowned in her heart and body.
His phone vibrated on the table. He picked it up and frowned at the display. Why was Yoohwan calling him?
“Hello, dongsaeng,” he said.
“This is your mother.”
“Mom. Hey. W-what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Your brother is at the shop and is a good son and visits his mother every now and then and lets her borrow his phone because otherwise there is no way that her other, older, filial son would ever answer when she called.”
Yoochun winced. It was true that lately he’d been avoiding his mother. But she constantly asked-
“When are you bringing your girlfriend over to meet me? Yoohwan says you’ve been dating for over a year.”
So much for trustworthy dongsaengs.
“Soon, Mother, I promise.”
“That is what you said last month.”
Jaehwa frowned and sat across from him. She tilted her head in question and he mouthed, My mother. With a smile, she held out her hand for the phone. Yoochun shook his head. She made an irritated noise and snatched the phone anyway.
“Jaehwa!”
“Hello Mrs. Park. This is Yoochun’s girlfriend, Kim Jaehwa.”
Yoochun groaned and put his head on the table.
“Oh no … it’s not his fault. I work a lot, plus we both have school … It’s going very well, thank you. I graduate next semester … Well, there is that, but no, I don’t think he’s avoiding you on purpose … Okay, maybe he is. But he recently met my mother and that didn’t go over very well, and I think he’s worried about what you will think of me … Yes, ma’am. A year and a half actually … He is a horrible son, isn’t he?”
Yoochun snorted and she made kissy faces at him.
“I get off work in about an hour … Yes … yes, ma’am. Yes … Perfect. We’ll see you then.”
Yoochun’s head shot off the table. “What?”
Jaehwa shushed him. “Of course. Of course. … We’d be thrilled. … Okay, good bye.” She handed the phone back to Yoochun. “We’re going to go see her when I get off work.”
Yoochun groaned and put his head back on the table.
“She can’t be worse than my mother,” Jaehwa whispered. “I get to be myself, and I don’t have to hide.” Her fingers touched his hand and he moved it so they could hold hands. “I love you.”
“I love you,” he said and turned his head.
Jaehwa stood up and kissed his cheek. “I have to get back to work. Don’t you dare spend the next hour trying to think of a way out of this.”
Yoochun spent the next hour trying to think of a way out it, but with both his mother and his girlfriend against him, he knew it would be better if he gave up without a fight.
Jaehwa smiled at him as she pulled on her jacket. “Stop acting like the world is ending, and just remember that we went a little kinky after meeting my mother. Who knows what will happen after meeting yours?”
He groaned again and slammed his head on the table for good measure.
“Your boyfriend is a wimp,” Junsu said from across the cafe. “Give him his balls back.”
Jaehwa laughed. “No way. I like them in my purse.” Fingers carded through Yoochun’s hair. “Come on, babe. Let’s go.”
“Fine, fine.” Yoochun stood up. He put on his jacket and then held out his arm. Jaehwa put her hand through it and smiled at him. Like always, he was unable to resist and he leaned over and kissed her lightly. “Are you nervous at all?”
She shrugged. “Yeah, but … aren’t you nervous?”
“Terrified.”
“Why?”
Yoochun sighed and held the door open for her. It was raining, so Yoochun hailed a cab and opened the back door when it pulled to the curb. Jaehwa climbed in, and he followed her.
“I guess I just don’t … I don’t want her to put any pressure on you. My mother is … well, opposite of your family, I guess. After I was born, she wanted a girl, and then Yoohwan was born, and then she and my father started having problems, so she never had any more kids. There is a lot of pressure on Yoohwan and me to have grandchildren.”
Jaehwa frowned and looked outside. They hadn’t talked about marriage or children for over a month.
Yoochun squeezed her hand tightly. “Please don’t … I don’t know. I … I don’t want you to ever feel like I’m pressuring you to do anything. I don’t want you to think I’d leave you because of the children thing. And if we do decide to have children, my mother isn’t going to care that you can’t. Why you can’t will always be between us.”
“Are you ashamed of me?” she whispered.
“Jaehwa, come on,” Yoochun said. He shot a look at the cab driver. “I am not ashamed of you, but if we tell my mother and my brother, it will be a mutual decision, not one that that I make on my own or force you into. Okay?”
“I know, I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair,” Jaehwa whispered and leaned against him. Yoochun put his arm around her and held her tightly.
The cab stopped right outside of his mother’s gelato shop. Yoochun paid the driver and thanked him as Jaehwa climbed out. The rain had increased, so he lifted his jacket to cover Jaehwa as they moved quickly and entered the door of the shop. Yoochun shook his jacket out and then hung it up on the rack provided. He held Jaehwa’s, but she shook her head, keeping it on. A security.
“Hyung!”
Yoochun smiled at his younger brother Yoohwan and strode over to him. There was a four year age difference between them, but more than one person had always said they looked enough alike to be twins. They hugged tightly, and then Yoochun pulled away and turned to Jaehwa. He smiled at her and said, “Dongsaeng, this is Jaehwa, my girlfriend.”
Yoohwan smiled and bowed ninety degrees and greeted him formally.
Jaehwa giggled and bowed back. “Much better mannered than your brother,” she said. “He just drooled and stared at me the first time we met. Didn’t even bow properly.”
Yoohwan laughed.
“Who could this young man be? Just a customer?” Yoochun’s mom asked. “I don’t know who he is. He sort of looks like my long lost son, but I can’t be sure.”
Yoochun smiled and moved to his mother. “Hello, Mother.”
“Mother? What is this? I only have one son.”
“Come on, Mom, I’m sorry.” Yoochun turned to Jaehwa and held out his hand. She nervously moved to them and bowed quickly. “Mom, this is my girlfriend, Jaehwa.”
“It is my honor to meet you,” Jaehwa said before standing up straight.
Yoochun’s mom stared at her, eyes narrowing. “I am confused.”
“About what?” Yoochun asked.
“There is nothing wrong with this girl,” she said, glaring at Yoochun. “You haven’t introduced me to her, so I figured she was stupid or ugly or fat or, god forbid, American, but she’s a nice Korean girl. Tall and beautiful. Why have you not introduced us before?”
Yoochun bit his lip and shrugged. “I don’t know, Mother. We, she … we …”
“It’s my fault, really,” Jaehwa said suddenly, squeezing his hand. “I’ve met the parents before and I was … nervous, and …”
Yoochun’s mom took her hands and pulled her away from Yoochun. “You have nothing to be worried about, Jaehwa. You’re beautiful. I couldn’t ask for a better woman to date my son. Now, would you like some gelato?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“What flavor?”
“Do you have watermelon?”
“Yes. It’s Yoochun’s favorite.”
Yoochun’s mom gave him a look and Yoochun smiled. They liked the same gelato flavor, so therefore, they were a match made in heaven.
“Seriously, hyung,” Yoohwan said, their mother’s talking covering their conversation. “What’s wrong with her?”
“Nothing, why?”
Yoohwan shrugged. “There has to be some reason why it’s taken you so long to introduce her to us.”
“And if there is, that’s our reason, and it isn’t your business.”
“So there is a reason.”
“There could be.”
Jaehwa laughed suddenly and Yoochun smiled. He flung his arm around his brother. “Don’t be jealous because my girlfriend is hot, dongsaeng, and you don’t have one.”
“Fuck off,” he muttered and shoved him.
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Part 11: The Progress
Part 9: The Suuport
Part 8: The Situation
Part 7: The Promise
Part 6: The Conflict
Part 5: The Setback
Part 4: The Date
Part 3: The Wait
Part 2: The Talk
Part 1: The Secret
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