Domestic Dreams (and Disasters) 3/4
Title: Domestic Dreams (and Disasters) 3/4
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Once again, YunJae owns my soul. I belong to them more than they belong to me.
Summary: Yunho is 42 and completely unattainable. But that doesn't stop 19-year-old Jaejoong from dreaming about him. Things are complicated because Yunho has 4 kids and an evil sister (or so Yoochun claims). Jaejoong isn't sure he can handle the responsibility especially since Yunho's oldest daughter is almost as old as Jaejoong is.
A/N: This fluffy sappy YunJae fic is again inspired by this picture
I wrote this 100 word drabble about it and the idea WILL NOT leave me alone.
A/N 2: Still working on the epilogue to A Knight of Fire. Jaejoong is naked and on his knees and making his Knight of Fire moan at the moment ... so yeah ... soon.
Part 3:
Jaejoong tossed back a shot of espresso, straight. The Sunday morning light was incredibly bright. His head throbbed. He almost felt half drunk. Except the pain.
Jaejoong was covering for Jinki. He hated working Sundays after spending Saturday night singing and drinking with Yoochun.
But luckily, Sunday mornings were not that busy. Not until ten.
He took one more shot of espresso. He desperately needed more than that. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and the anticipation of a text from Yunho had the rest of his ills flying away. He made sure there was not anyone coming into the cafe before he took his phone out and opened the text.
Um, late notice, but I will be there in fifteen minutes
Jaejoong’s heart fluttered. Yunho was coming here? Oh god. He hadn’t seen him since Wednesday when Yunho came into the cafe because they both had been so busy.
Jaejoong looked like crap. His face was swollen, there were bags under his eyes, all he was wearing were ripped up jeans and a plain red t-shirt. And his apron. God damn it.
But he sent Yunho back a mess of emoticons and yelled at Jonghyun that he was running to the bathroom really quickly. Luckily he had some emergency supplies in his bag and he dabbed BB cream under his eyes, put on a pair of empty frames and pulled his hair back in a blue clip. And lip gloss. Keep Yunho’s attention on his lips so he wouldn’t notice the swollen eyes.
As he went back to the front, he got another text.
Oh, and yeah ... bringing the kids.
“Fuck!” Jaejoong shouted, startling Jonghyun and another customer. “Sorry. Sorry! Just ... oh god.”
He buried his face in his hands. He had met Yunho’s children just one time before, almost five months ago. He had brought them into the cafe, with his sister, and there had been an incident with Yoochun not making Jihye’s coffee just right and it took Yunho dragging her out of the cafe to yell at her before she came back in and took Yoochun’s offering of a free drink and a remake of the wrong one.
Minjae, Yunho’s oldest daughter, had rolled her eyes and said, “Aunt Jihye is always like that, don’t you worry about it.”
Oldest daughter. God, Jaejoong was only four years older than her. Fuck. There was so much wrong with that.
Seungho was next oldest, just about to be a teenager. Followed by Yuri, who was ten, and little Minho, who was eight.
Jaejoong did not have time to be too nervous; a customer walked in and he had to make a drink, and then he had to concentrate on not spilling it because Yunho walked in with his family halfway through.
“Daddy! Jaejoong is here!” Yuri shouted.
Yunho chuckled. “I told you he was.”
“Jaejoong-oppa, hi, hi, hi, hi!”
“Be quiet. He is helping someone else.”
“The curse you shouted three minutes ago makes a lot more sense,” Jonghyun said.
“Oh god, I’m going to die,” he muttered but kept his smile as Yunho walked up to the counter.
“Hi, beautiful,” he said.
Jaejoong blushed. “Hi.”
“Sorry about the short notice, but yeah, Yuri wanted to see you. I told you she had liked you a lot the last time we came here.”
“Oh god.”
“Jaejoong-oppa!”
“Yuri!” her father said.
She pouted.
“Go hang out,” Jonghyun said. “There aren’t a lot of customers. I’ll make them drinks.”
“I want Jaejoong-oppa to make my drink,” Yuri said and crossed her arms.
“Me too!” Minho demanded.
Jaejoong smiled and said, “Okay. I will. What do you want?”
“Chocolate!” Minho shouted, and Yunho reminded him to use his indoor voice.
“I don’t want chocolate!” Yuri said. “Something purple!”
Jaejoong laughed. “Purple, huh?”
“It’s her favorite color,” Yunho said.
“Well, I do not have anything purple, but pink?”
Yuri shifted like she was deciding and then nodded. “Okay. Pink is okay.”
“I want chocolate, too!” Seungho said quietly.
“Okay. For you, Minjae?” Jaejoong asked. She was a lot quieter than she had been the last time she was here. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was practically scowling.
“She ... um,” Yunho rubbed the back of his neck, and Jaejoong understood and wished the floor would swallow him again.
“I looked at his phone,” Minjae said and stuck her tongue out.
“Yeah,” Jaejoong said, “I figured. Do you want a mocha or a latte?”
She looked at her father, and Jaejoong knew that Yunho did not allow his kids to have coffee, but Yunho said nothing, and she nodded. “Mocha.”
“With raspberry or peppermint or vanilla?”
“Peppermint is okay.”
“Good,” Jaejoong said. He started the drinks and Yunho herded his family to the big booth in the corner.
“Fucking hell,” Jaejoong muttered as the espresso was brewing.
Jonghyun laughed at him. “How old is his daughter?”
“Fifteen.”
“Fuck. You are way too young for him.”
“I know, god, I know but he kisses like a god and a lover and oh my god, he’s so sexy.”
Jonghyun made a face. “Where is Yoochun so I don’t have to listen to this?”
Jaejoong stuck his tongue out at him. He made the two boys chocolate milk, making sure that Seungho’s was larger than Minho’s. He did the same for Yuri, but used raspberry flavor instead of chocolate so her drink was pink. He only put half a shot of espresso into Minjae’s mocha and dumped the rest of that shot into Yunho’s latte.
He balanced them all on a tray and took them over to the booth. Minjae continued to glare at him.
“Thank you, Jaejoong-oppa!” Yuri said and the two boys echoed him. Minjae did not say anything, but she relaxed after the first sip of her drink.
Yunho smiled at him. “Thanks, Jaejoong-ah.”
Jaejoong fought off a blush and nodded. He hurried back to the counter to help Jonghyun and did his best not to gaze over at Yunho with his family. They stayed for over an hour and Jaejoong went to sit and talk to them when he had a few moments, but then the late morning rush of customers hit and Yunho took his family out of the cafe. And they could only smile goodbye at each other, and Yuri waved until her hand was almost broken, and then a few minutes later, Jaejoong got a text from a number he did not recognize.
You are really nice, but ... this is weird. My daddy likes you a lot.
He figured it was MinJae and texted back. Yeah, it is a little weird, but I like him a lot, too.
It was another few minutes before she texted back. Can you tell him I’m old enough to have a bf? Maybe he will listen to you.
Jaejoong sent her a wave of laughing emoticons.
And then Yunho texted him. We are going to the movies at three. Will you be off by then?
He was a little nervous to spend more time with Yunho’s children, but he knew he needed to if this (whatever this was) was going to be more than just making out and physical. He sent back an affirmation.
Oh and you look amazing today. I love the frames and the tight t-shirt. Do you tempt me on purpose? You are so beautiful. <3
Jaejoong dropped a cup.
--윤재--윤재--윤재--
Jaejoong scrambled into the movie theater a quarter after three. Luckily, he was not late. The show they chose to watch did not start until three thirty. It was a silly cartoon, one that Jaejoong would have dragged Yoochun to eventually. He loved animation. He was well on his way to running to Yunho for a kiss when his name was screeched and Yuri barreled into his legs.
Right. His boyfriend had kids. Boyfriend? Oh god. Yunho was his boyfriend. He had to be. A couple of weeks of kisses and phone calls and texts and two dates. Three dates. Two? did the handjob at the cafe count? Oh god.
“Jaejoong-oppa!”
Jaejoong swallowed his panic and smiled down at Yuri. “Sorry, pretty girl. What did you say?”
“We’re going to see Big Hero 6, aren’t you excited!”
“Yes, I am.”
“Pick me up.”
“What?”
“Pick me up.”
“Yuri,” Yunho said, “you are too old to be picked up.”
Yuri pouted and lifted her arms. “But I want Jaejoong to pick me up.”
Jaejoong put his hands under her arms and hefted her up. She squealed in his ear and he had to take a step back to support her.
“See,” Yuri said and stuck her tongue out at her father.
Yunho raised an eyebrow and Yuri hid her face at Jaejoong’s neck.
“You’re not very light though,” Jaejoong said and put Yuri down. She protested and pouted and actually screeched.
“Jung Yuri,” Yunho said, voice calm, “we will go home right now and you will not get to see this movie if you do not behave.”
Yuri shut her mouth, but clung to Jaejoong’s hand and hid behind him.
Jaejoong met Yunho’s eyes, but the older man sighed and shook his head. Another hand gripped Jaejoong’s other arm and he looked down at Seungho.
“Daddy says you play the piano,” Seungho whispered.
Jaejoong nodded. “I do. It is lots of fun.”
“You like it?”
“Yes. I love music. I like making music.”
“Oh.” Seungho looked down. “Daddy makes me take lessons. I don’t like it.”
“We have a piano at home,” Yuri said, trying to get Jaejoong’s attention. “You should come and play it.”
Jaejoong smiled at Seungho. “If I come over, will you show me what you learned?”
Seungho’s eyes went wide and he nodded. “Sure, hyung!”
“Let’s go get our seats,” Yunho said and glanced around. His eyes narrowed, and Jaejoong followed his gaze to see Minjae standing near the concession, talking to a boy. He was taller than her, lanky, a little unbalanced in his teenage-frame. Jaejoong remembered that awkwardness. He still felt that way around Yunho.
He jerked at the way Yunho practically barked her name. Minjae jumped and flushed and looked down, and the boy looked over at them, and then Yunho said her name again, and Minjae took a very deep breath and smiled at the boy and then slugged over to them, dragging her feet.
“Who is that?” Yunho demanded.
“It’s Jongin. He’s from my class.”
Yunho looked ready to explode, and Jaejoong had absolutely no idea why. She was just talking to him. It’s not like he had her pinned to the wall with hands under her clothes. He wisely did not say that though. Yunho, Jaejoong learned, was incredibly protective of his children.
“Daddy, can we have popcorn?”
Yunho looked down at Seungho and sighed. “Yes.”
“I don’t want popcorn,” Yuri said. “I want candy.”
“No.”
“But, Daddy--”
“Oh dear lord, Jung Yuri, what did I just say about going home?”
Yuri bit her lip. “Um, popcorn is okay.”
“I’ll get it,” Jaejoong said and headed that direction. “You can owe me.” He winked at Yunho.
Minjae groaned. “Oppa, please.”
Jaejoong laughed and led the three younger ones away from Yunho and Minjae, but he still heard Yunho ask her again about that boy.
Jaejoong sighed. God, they were only talking!
He went to the concessions and they waited in line, and Jaejoong told Seungho about learning to play the piano. Yuri seemed fascinated, too.
When it was their turn, Jaejoong let Seungho order three small popcorns.
“But there are six of us!” Yuri protested.
Jaejoong raised an eyebrow at her. “And we can all share, right?”
“I guess. But I get to share with you!”
Jaejoong chuckled. “Okay.”
“You have a good older brother,” the lady selling popcorn said.
“He isn’t our brother,” Yuri said. “He’s Daddy’s friend.”
The lady narrowed her eyes. “Is that so?”
Jaejoong blushed brightly and quickly handed over their money.
“Yep!” Yuri said. “He and Daddy are really good friends.”
The woman took his money with a very judgemental glare and Jaejoong cleared his throat and tried to smile.
“That is not fair!” Minjae shouted.
“Lower your voice!”
“I will not! This isn’t fair! He is my friend!”
Jaejoong winced and shook his head. “Your daddy is very, very obtuse, sometimes, isn’t he?” he asked Yuri.
“Obtuse?”
“Um. Stubborn. Yeah, that works, too. He is very stubborn.”
“Oh yeah! Aunt Jihye calls him that all the time.”
The lady handed over their popcorn, and Yuri and Seungho took one of the small cartons and Jaejoong took the other one.
“We will discuss this when we get home,” Yunho said after catching sight of them returning. Not that Jaejoong hadn’t heard the entire conversation.
Minjae glared at him, and then at Jaejoong, and she stomped in front of them. Yunho sighed.
“There is no harm in letting her sit with him,” Jaejoong said carefully.
Yunho glared at him.
“Wow,” Jaejoong said, eyes wide.
Yunho shut his eyes. “Sorry, just ... sorry.” He took a very deep breath. They found their theater, and there was a discussion of where to sit, and Yuri was adamant that she sit next to Jaejoong, and Seungho wanted to, too, so Jaejoong did not get to sit next to Yunho and instead had two boys between them, and Yuri on his left and Minjae two seats down, pouting, arms crossed, glaring at them.
Jaejoong handed her one of the buckets of popcorn.
She rolled her eyes and sneered at him, but she took it anyway.
“But we were sharing!” Yuri protested.
Jaejoong looked at her and said, “Yes, but she can have her own. We will not eat all of these.”
“Minjae!”
Jaejoong saw the boy waving at her from where he sat with a few other boys and girls. Minjae smiled and looked over at her father expectantly. Yunho shook his head.
Minjae pouted and slunk down in her seat.
The boy frowned.
Jaejoong shook his head in disbelief. They were in clear view of Yunho, they were with a bunch of other people. It’s not like Minjae was going to go to a dark corner and make out with the boy. But he did not say anything. He did not want to argue with the way that Yunho raised his kids. He was definitely being unreasonable, especially considering the way he had grown up, rebellious and cocky, as a teenager.
Fortunately, the movie started, and Jaejoong was able to forget about it for awhile and just enjoy the movie.
After the movie, Yunho pulled out his phone, called for a car, and ignored all of his children’s protests about going home. Minjae waved goodbye to her friends, earning another scowl from Yunho.
Minjae did not talk at all on the way home. Yuri did not want Jaejoong to leave, so he went into the apartment with them. Minjae stalked through the house and a moment later, Jaejoong heard a door slam.
Minho went to the living room and ran around in circles screaming his head off.
Yuri refused to release Jaejoong’s hand.
Seungho tried to tug him toward the piano.
“Minjae is old enough to have a boyfriend,” Jaejoong finally said.
“No boyfriends.”
“I had my first steady boyfriend when I was thirteen. I lost my virginity at fourteen. You, Mister Rebel, were probably that same age.”
“Exactly,” Yunho said and headed out of the main room. “No boyfriends.”
Jaejoong stood there amidst the noise and sighed. After a ten count, he smiled and said, “Let’s go make some dinner. Who wants to help me?”
--윤재--윤재--윤재--
Jaejoong knocked on the door, a plate of ham fried rice and kimchi in his hands.
“Go away, Dad!”
Jaejoong smiled and tried the knob. He opened the door. “Good thing I am not your father.”
Minjae blushed and curled up on her bed. She had obviously been crying.
“I brought you dinner.”
Minjae said nothing.
Jaejoong put the plate down on her desk and went over to her bed. He sat down and let the silence stretch for a little while.
“Your dad is incredibly strict,” Jaejoong finally said.
He got a snort in response.
“He is a bit of a hypocrite, too,” Jaejoong added.
Minjae pulled the blanket from her face. “What?”
Jaejoong smiled. “He had his first girlfriend when he was fourteen.”
“Jerk.”
“But Minjae, you do need to remember, that he is just trying to protect you. He remembers what he went through back then, and he wants to save you from that.”
“He won’t let me even go out with my friends.”
“I guess you just need to prove to him that you are responsible.”
“I try.” She sat up. “How am I supposed to do that, when he won’t even let me go out with my girl friends because there might be boys there?”
“Wow, really?”
“Yes, really.”
Jaejoong remembered something Yunho had said a couple weeks ago and smiled. “So I take it you do not go to math clubs after school?”
“Shh,” Minjae said and then moved over to him. “Don’t tell him, please, don’t tell him.”
“I won’t, but Minjae, if he finds out, he is going to be even worse.”
“I know.” She groaned. “I cannot believe you are dating my dad. Do you have any idea how weird that is? My friend has a nineteen-year-old boyfriend. My dad has a nineteen-year-old boyfriend.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “I know. It is weird. It ... It may not even last. I mean, it’s only been a couple weeks, but ...”
“Daddy has been smiling a lot, though,” Minjae said. “He’s always texting you and laughing, and smiling, and ... it’s been a long time since he smiled so much.”
Jaejoong smiled. “It’s been a bit of a dream. Your dad is extremely sexy.”
“Ugh, gross, oppa.”
Jaejoong laughed.
“It’s still weird though,” Minjae said. “Daddy usually only dates women. I mean, he went out with a man once, after Mom died, but it was only one date. He had a girlfriend a couple years ago, but she wanted more kids, and he did not. It’s just strange, but I do understand, because you’re really pretty, and Yuri is crushing on you so hard. Aunt Jihye yells at him all the time because you’re way too young for him.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I am way too young for him.”
Minjae clutched her pillow to her chest and leaned back with a sigh. “Jongin is so cute. I really like him. He likes me, too, or that’s what his friend Baekhyun said. And he likes to dance. He’s such a good dancer. He wants to be in entertainment, but his parents won’t let him try out. I don’t think he sings very well, but he tries so hard, and sometimes he sings to me, and it’s ... god, oppa, he’s so handsome. It isn’t fair that I can’t even see him without Daddy freaking out.”
“I will try to talk to him for you, okay? He knows what happens when parents are too strict with their kids. You are going to rebel and maybe even get into trouble, and he does not want that. He really is only trying to protect you.”
“Yeah, I know. But ... I don’t need him to. Not right now.”
“I know.”
Minjae sighed and then she smirked.
“What?”
“Have you two fucked yet?”
Jaejoong spluttered. “M-minjae!”
She laughed. “Well?”
“No. No, we haven’t, and oh my god.” Jaejoong covered his face with his hands.
“You want to?”
“Well, duh. Of course, I ... oh god, I am not talking about this with you.” He stood up and headed out of the room with Minjae laughing.
Yunho stood in the hallway, frowning at him. Jaejoong smiled, leaned into him and kissed his cheek.
“Lay off her,” Jaejoong said and headed toward where he could hear the piano. “She’s growing up and the more you try to smother her, the hotter she will burn.”
Yunho shook his head. “You don’t understand.”
Jaejoong shrugged. “More than you do,” he said over his shoulder. “I am a teenager, you know.”
Yunho groaned.
--윤재--윤재--윤재--
“It is way past everyone’s bedtime,” Yunho said. Minho was already sleeping on his lap and Seungho had been visibly drooping for the last half hour.
“Is Jaejoong-oppa sleeping over?” Yuri asked.
Jaejoong met Yunho’s eyes. “I better not. I have to work really early in the morning.”
Yuri pouted. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I will come back,” Jaejoong said.
“Read me a story,” Yuri demanded.
“Jung Yuri,” Yunho warned.
“Please. Please, oppa.”
Jaejoong smiled. “I will. Go get ready for bed.”
“Yeah!” Yuri shouted and scampered down the hall.
Yunho stood up and lifted Seungho into his arms with his brother. “You don’t have to.”
“I know. I want to.”
Yunho smiled and went down the hallway. Jaejoong huffed and leaned back against the edge of the couch. It was quiet, relatively speaking, with Yunho’s voice coming down the hallway, sounds of Yuri singing happily in her room. It felt for a moment that he wasn’t new to this, that it had always been this way. Family. Kids. Lover.
It terrified him.
The future terrified him.
He got up and went to the kitchen to clean up. It was easier to do dishes than to think. A few minutes later, strong arms wrapped around his middle. Lips pressed against his neck, and Jaejoong turned around, arms around Yunho’s neck and let himself be kissed deeply, pressed against the counter, molded into Yunho’s body.
Right where he belonged.
“God, I cannot believe I have gone all day without kissing you, without touching you,” Yunho said into his lips.
“Horrible.”
“Do you want to stay?” Yunho whispered.
“M-maybe.”
Yunho smiled. “You better go read Yuri her story before she walks in here and sees us.”
Jaejoong had forgotten already.
“I’ll finish the dishes.”
It took three stories before Yuri was asleep, and Jaejoong sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. It was only nine, and he felt like he had just worked a twelve-hour shift at the cafe. He went back into the living room and lay down on the couch, head in Yunho’s lap. Yunho was reading the paper, glasses perched on his nose.
He looked old. Jaejoong felt too young.
“You okay?” Yunho asked, after the third time Jaejoong sighed.
“I’m ... I’m not ready for kids,” Jaejoong whispered. “I’m not ... I can’t do this every day ... I ...”
Yunho smiled and shifted. He put the paper down and pulled Jaejoong up. “You’re going to fast, thinking too much,” he said, touching his cheek.
Jaejoong sighed and leaned into the touch. “I know, but you ... you have to. You have to think of the future, and maybe ... maybe you should not be wasting time--”
“You are not a waste of time, Kim Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong sighed. “I’m not ready for this.”
“I’m not asking you to move in.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Right now? A kiss.”
Jaejoong smiled and climbed into his lap. Yunho’s hands slid along his waist and cupped his ass. Jaejoong tangled his hands in Yunho’s hair and pulled their lips together for a long kiss. It was just what Jaejoong needed. Something to concentrate on. Forget for a moment that his very older boyfriend had four kids, and Jaejoong was still just a kid. Comparatively speaking.
A shriek ripped through the air, and Jaejoong yanked himself away from Yunho’s lips very fast, and then just as quickly, Minjae was in the living room.
“Oppa! Oh My God! Oppa! Help!” She stopped, stared at Jaejoong in Yunho’s lap, and then rolled her eyes. “Gross, Dad. But oppa, oh my god, oppa!”
“What, what?” Jaejoong said, shifting to the side.
“Help!” She held out her phone.
Jaejoong took it and read the text from Jongin while Minjae sat next to him, face in her hands. Her scream was muffled.
Hi. It’s Jongin ... Yoona gave me your number ... I want ... I like you, maybe. Not maybe, but ...
Fuck. I did not mean to hit send on that last one. Fuck. Sorry. Fuck.
Jaejoong laughed, but Yunho growled and reached for her phone. Jaejoong pushed up and away and moved over to the other couch.
“No boyfriends,” Yunho growled.
“Daddy!” Minjae whined. “He likes me!”
“No--”
“Yunho, shut up. Minjae, come here.” Jaejoong held out his hand. Minjae moved over to him and he finished reading the message from Jongin.
What I meant, is that ... well, you’re really pretty. And I like you a lot. And I wish I could tell you in person, but it’s so hard.
“What do I say, oppa? What do I say?”
Jaejoong handed her phone back. “Tell him you like him, too.”
“But oppa!”
“Well, you do, right?”
“Yeah, but--”
“But no boyfriends!” Yunho said.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes and nudged Minjae. “Tell him you like him, too.”
Her phone made a noise, and she made a noise and wailed and showed Jaejoong.
You did not reply. So sorry. I ... I ... forget I said anything. I will see you tomorrow in class.
“Text him back right now,” Jaejoong said.
With shaking hands, Minjae did. Jaejoong read over her shoulder and tried not to laugh.
No, sorry. No. I ... I was ... I don’t know what to say. Fuck.
“Tell him you like him.”
“No boyfriends. Why is no one listening to me?”
“Because you are wrong,” Jaejoong said without looking over at Yunho.
Minjae kept typing. I like you, too. I ... I think you’re cute. I ... yeah, this is hard.
Jongin sent back a few emoticons.
“There you go.”
“Kim Jaejoong,” Yunho growled.
“Jung Yunho,” Jaejoong mocked.
Minjae giggled.
“Get over here.”
Jaejoong hugged Minjae with one arm and went back over to the couch.
“Meddling thing,” Yunho said. “She is too young--”
“No, she is not.”
Minjae sighed and smiled. “He wants to meet me at the front gate tomorrow. Walk with me to class. Oh, god, oppa. I’m going to die.”
Jaejoong laughed. “No, you aren’t. Now go finish your homework.”
Minjae stood up and practically floated over to them. She kissed Jaejoong’s cheek, and then threw her arm around Yunho’s neck. “Good night, Daddy.”
“No boyfriends until you’re thirty,” he grumbled but hugged her.
“No boyfriends under thirty,” she shot back and danced away from Jaejoong lunging for her with a growl. But Yunho still had an arm around him and he did not get far.
Minjae laughed and waved at them. “Don’t forget to use protection!” she sang, and Yunho spluttered as she disappeared and Jaejoong hid his face in his hands.
“Oh god, did my daughter ...”
“Yep.”
“Fuck. She is too young.”
Jaejoong raised an eyebrow at him. “The more you smother her, the hotter she will burn. Let her go out with this kid. It is so much better to be open with her, and let her come to you if she has problems, because if you aren’t, she’s going to hide things from you, and you do not want that. What if she is in trouble? What if she has questions? What if she needs--”
“If you say condoms, I am going to kill you.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Better to get them from you than from her classmates, or be convinced she does not need them.”
Yunho sighed. “Fine, fine. You win.” He kissed Jaejoong’s forehead.
“I better go,” Jaejoong said even as he climbed back into Yunho’s lap.
Yunho nodded, pulled him closer by his belt loops, and kissed him.
--윤재--윤재--윤재--
When Jaejoong walked into his apartment at two in the morning, he was not surprised to see Changmin on his couch. But he was surprised to see Yoochun kneeling between his legs, practically gagging on Changmin’s cock. He was about to open his mouth to demand answers, but he figured he could make fun of them tomorrow because as of now, neither one had noticed that he walked into the apartment at two a.m. with his mouth tasting like Yunho’s come and his t-shirt practically covered in his own.
And he did risk taking a picture because blackmail was always necessary.
Part 4: Date 7 ... or is it 8? ... doesn’t matter, as long as there is sex involved
Part 2: Date 2 and 3 ... sort of
Part 1: Date 1
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Once again, YunJae owns my soul. I belong to them more than they belong to me.
Summary: Yunho is 42 and completely unattainable. But that doesn't stop 19-year-old Jaejoong from dreaming about him. Things are complicated because Yunho has 4 kids and an evil sister (or so Yoochun claims). Jaejoong isn't sure he can handle the responsibility especially since Yunho's oldest daughter is almost as old as Jaejoong is.
A/N: This fluffy sappy YunJae fic is again inspired by this picture
I wrote this 100 word drabble about it and the idea WILL NOT leave me alone.
A/N 2: Still working on the epilogue to A Knight of Fire. Jaejoong is naked and on his knees and making his Knight of Fire moan at the moment ... so yeah ... soon.
Part 3:
Jaejoong tossed back a shot of espresso, straight. The Sunday morning light was incredibly bright. His head throbbed. He almost felt half drunk. Except the pain.
Jaejoong was covering for Jinki. He hated working Sundays after spending Saturday night singing and drinking with Yoochun.
But luckily, Sunday mornings were not that busy. Not until ten.
He took one more shot of espresso. He desperately needed more than that. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and the anticipation of a text from Yunho had the rest of his ills flying away. He made sure there was not anyone coming into the cafe before he took his phone out and opened the text.
Um, late notice, but I will be there in fifteen minutes
Jaejoong’s heart fluttered. Yunho was coming here? Oh god. He hadn’t seen him since Wednesday when Yunho came into the cafe because they both had been so busy.
Jaejoong looked like crap. His face was swollen, there were bags under his eyes, all he was wearing were ripped up jeans and a plain red t-shirt. And his apron. God damn it.
But he sent Yunho back a mess of emoticons and yelled at Jonghyun that he was running to the bathroom really quickly. Luckily he had some emergency supplies in his bag and he dabbed BB cream under his eyes, put on a pair of empty frames and pulled his hair back in a blue clip. And lip gloss. Keep Yunho’s attention on his lips so he wouldn’t notice the swollen eyes.
As he went back to the front, he got another text.
Oh, and yeah ... bringing the kids.
“Fuck!” Jaejoong shouted, startling Jonghyun and another customer. “Sorry. Sorry! Just ... oh god.”
He buried his face in his hands. He had met Yunho’s children just one time before, almost five months ago. He had brought them into the cafe, with his sister, and there had been an incident with Yoochun not making Jihye’s coffee just right and it took Yunho dragging her out of the cafe to yell at her before she came back in and took Yoochun’s offering of a free drink and a remake of the wrong one.
Minjae, Yunho’s oldest daughter, had rolled her eyes and said, “Aunt Jihye is always like that, don’t you worry about it.”
Oldest daughter. God, Jaejoong was only four years older than her. Fuck. There was so much wrong with that.
Seungho was next oldest, just about to be a teenager. Followed by Yuri, who was ten, and little Minho, who was eight.
Jaejoong did not have time to be too nervous; a customer walked in and he had to make a drink, and then he had to concentrate on not spilling it because Yunho walked in with his family halfway through.
“Daddy! Jaejoong is here!” Yuri shouted.
Yunho chuckled. “I told you he was.”
“Jaejoong-oppa, hi, hi, hi, hi!”
“Be quiet. He is helping someone else.”
“The curse you shouted three minutes ago makes a lot more sense,” Jonghyun said.
“Oh god, I’m going to die,” he muttered but kept his smile as Yunho walked up to the counter.
“Hi, beautiful,” he said.
Jaejoong blushed. “Hi.”
“Sorry about the short notice, but yeah, Yuri wanted to see you. I told you she had liked you a lot the last time we came here.”
“Oh god.”
“Jaejoong-oppa!”
“Yuri!” her father said.
She pouted.
“Go hang out,” Jonghyun said. “There aren’t a lot of customers. I’ll make them drinks.”
“I want Jaejoong-oppa to make my drink,” Yuri said and crossed her arms.
“Me too!” Minho demanded.
Jaejoong smiled and said, “Okay. I will. What do you want?”
“Chocolate!” Minho shouted, and Yunho reminded him to use his indoor voice.
“I don’t want chocolate!” Yuri said. “Something purple!”
Jaejoong laughed. “Purple, huh?”
“It’s her favorite color,” Yunho said.
“Well, I do not have anything purple, but pink?”
Yuri shifted like she was deciding and then nodded. “Okay. Pink is okay.”
“I want chocolate, too!” Seungho said quietly.
“Okay. For you, Minjae?” Jaejoong asked. She was a lot quieter than she had been the last time she was here. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was practically scowling.
“She ... um,” Yunho rubbed the back of his neck, and Jaejoong understood and wished the floor would swallow him again.
“I looked at his phone,” Minjae said and stuck her tongue out.
“Yeah,” Jaejoong said, “I figured. Do you want a mocha or a latte?”
She looked at her father, and Jaejoong knew that Yunho did not allow his kids to have coffee, but Yunho said nothing, and she nodded. “Mocha.”
“With raspberry or peppermint or vanilla?”
“Peppermint is okay.”
“Good,” Jaejoong said. He started the drinks and Yunho herded his family to the big booth in the corner.
“Fucking hell,” Jaejoong muttered as the espresso was brewing.
Jonghyun laughed at him. “How old is his daughter?”
“Fifteen.”
“Fuck. You are way too young for him.”
“I know, god, I know but he kisses like a god and a lover and oh my god, he’s so sexy.”
Jonghyun made a face. “Where is Yoochun so I don’t have to listen to this?”
Jaejoong stuck his tongue out at him. He made the two boys chocolate milk, making sure that Seungho’s was larger than Minho’s. He did the same for Yuri, but used raspberry flavor instead of chocolate so her drink was pink. He only put half a shot of espresso into Minjae’s mocha and dumped the rest of that shot into Yunho’s latte.
He balanced them all on a tray and took them over to the booth. Minjae continued to glare at him.
“Thank you, Jaejoong-oppa!” Yuri said and the two boys echoed him. Minjae did not say anything, but she relaxed after the first sip of her drink.
Yunho smiled at him. “Thanks, Jaejoong-ah.”
Jaejoong fought off a blush and nodded. He hurried back to the counter to help Jonghyun and did his best not to gaze over at Yunho with his family. They stayed for over an hour and Jaejoong went to sit and talk to them when he had a few moments, but then the late morning rush of customers hit and Yunho took his family out of the cafe. And they could only smile goodbye at each other, and Yuri waved until her hand was almost broken, and then a few minutes later, Jaejoong got a text from a number he did not recognize.
You are really nice, but ... this is weird. My daddy likes you a lot.
He figured it was MinJae and texted back. Yeah, it is a little weird, but I like him a lot, too.
It was another few minutes before she texted back. Can you tell him I’m old enough to have a bf? Maybe he will listen to you.
Jaejoong sent her a wave of laughing emoticons.
And then Yunho texted him. We are going to the movies at three. Will you be off by then?
He was a little nervous to spend more time with Yunho’s children, but he knew he needed to if this (whatever this was) was going to be more than just making out and physical. He sent back an affirmation.
Oh and you look amazing today. I love the frames and the tight t-shirt. Do you tempt me on purpose? You are so beautiful. <3
Jaejoong dropped a cup.
--윤재--윤재--윤재--
Jaejoong scrambled into the movie theater a quarter after three. Luckily, he was not late. The show they chose to watch did not start until three thirty. It was a silly cartoon, one that Jaejoong would have dragged Yoochun to eventually. He loved animation. He was well on his way to running to Yunho for a kiss when his name was screeched and Yuri barreled into his legs.
Right. His boyfriend had kids. Boyfriend? Oh god. Yunho was his boyfriend. He had to be. A couple of weeks of kisses and phone calls and texts and two dates. Three dates. Two? did the handjob at the cafe count? Oh god.
“Jaejoong-oppa!”
Jaejoong swallowed his panic and smiled down at Yuri. “Sorry, pretty girl. What did you say?”
“We’re going to see Big Hero 6, aren’t you excited!”
“Yes, I am.”
“Pick me up.”
“What?”
“Pick me up.”
“Yuri,” Yunho said, “you are too old to be picked up.”
Yuri pouted and lifted her arms. “But I want Jaejoong to pick me up.”
Jaejoong put his hands under her arms and hefted her up. She squealed in his ear and he had to take a step back to support her.
“See,” Yuri said and stuck her tongue out at her father.
Yunho raised an eyebrow and Yuri hid her face at Jaejoong’s neck.
“You’re not very light though,” Jaejoong said and put Yuri down. She protested and pouted and actually screeched.
“Jung Yuri,” Yunho said, voice calm, “we will go home right now and you will not get to see this movie if you do not behave.”
Yuri shut her mouth, but clung to Jaejoong’s hand and hid behind him.
Jaejoong met Yunho’s eyes, but the older man sighed and shook his head. Another hand gripped Jaejoong’s other arm and he looked down at Seungho.
“Daddy says you play the piano,” Seungho whispered.
Jaejoong nodded. “I do. It is lots of fun.”
“You like it?”
“Yes. I love music. I like making music.”
“Oh.” Seungho looked down. “Daddy makes me take lessons. I don’t like it.”
“We have a piano at home,” Yuri said, trying to get Jaejoong’s attention. “You should come and play it.”
Jaejoong smiled at Seungho. “If I come over, will you show me what you learned?”
Seungho’s eyes went wide and he nodded. “Sure, hyung!”
“Let’s go get our seats,” Yunho said and glanced around. His eyes narrowed, and Jaejoong followed his gaze to see Minjae standing near the concession, talking to a boy. He was taller than her, lanky, a little unbalanced in his teenage-frame. Jaejoong remembered that awkwardness. He still felt that way around Yunho.
He jerked at the way Yunho practically barked her name. Minjae jumped and flushed and looked down, and the boy looked over at them, and then Yunho said her name again, and Minjae took a very deep breath and smiled at the boy and then slugged over to them, dragging her feet.
“Who is that?” Yunho demanded.
“It’s Jongin. He’s from my class.”
Yunho looked ready to explode, and Jaejoong had absolutely no idea why. She was just talking to him. It’s not like he had her pinned to the wall with hands under her clothes. He wisely did not say that though. Yunho, Jaejoong learned, was incredibly protective of his children.
“Daddy, can we have popcorn?”
Yunho looked down at Seungho and sighed. “Yes.”
“I don’t want popcorn,” Yuri said. “I want candy.”
“No.”
“But, Daddy--”
“Oh dear lord, Jung Yuri, what did I just say about going home?”
Yuri bit her lip. “Um, popcorn is okay.”
“I’ll get it,” Jaejoong said and headed that direction. “You can owe me.” He winked at Yunho.
Minjae groaned. “Oppa, please.”
Jaejoong laughed and led the three younger ones away from Yunho and Minjae, but he still heard Yunho ask her again about that boy.
Jaejoong sighed. God, they were only talking!
He went to the concessions and they waited in line, and Jaejoong told Seungho about learning to play the piano. Yuri seemed fascinated, too.
When it was their turn, Jaejoong let Seungho order three small popcorns.
“But there are six of us!” Yuri protested.
Jaejoong raised an eyebrow at her. “And we can all share, right?”
“I guess. But I get to share with you!”
Jaejoong chuckled. “Okay.”
“You have a good older brother,” the lady selling popcorn said.
“He isn’t our brother,” Yuri said. “He’s Daddy’s friend.”
The lady narrowed her eyes. “Is that so?”
Jaejoong blushed brightly and quickly handed over their money.
“Yep!” Yuri said. “He and Daddy are really good friends.”
The woman took his money with a very judgemental glare and Jaejoong cleared his throat and tried to smile.
“That is not fair!” Minjae shouted.
“Lower your voice!”
“I will not! This isn’t fair! He is my friend!”
Jaejoong winced and shook his head. “Your daddy is very, very obtuse, sometimes, isn’t he?” he asked Yuri.
“Obtuse?”
“Um. Stubborn. Yeah, that works, too. He is very stubborn.”
“Oh yeah! Aunt Jihye calls him that all the time.”
The lady handed over their popcorn, and Yuri and Seungho took one of the small cartons and Jaejoong took the other one.
“We will discuss this when we get home,” Yunho said after catching sight of them returning. Not that Jaejoong hadn’t heard the entire conversation.
Minjae glared at him, and then at Jaejoong, and she stomped in front of them. Yunho sighed.
“There is no harm in letting her sit with him,” Jaejoong said carefully.
Yunho glared at him.
“Wow,” Jaejoong said, eyes wide.
Yunho shut his eyes. “Sorry, just ... sorry.” He took a very deep breath. They found their theater, and there was a discussion of where to sit, and Yuri was adamant that she sit next to Jaejoong, and Seungho wanted to, too, so Jaejoong did not get to sit next to Yunho and instead had two boys between them, and Yuri on his left and Minjae two seats down, pouting, arms crossed, glaring at them.
Jaejoong handed her one of the buckets of popcorn.
She rolled her eyes and sneered at him, but she took it anyway.
“But we were sharing!” Yuri protested.
Jaejoong looked at her and said, “Yes, but she can have her own. We will not eat all of these.”
“Minjae!”
Jaejoong saw the boy waving at her from where he sat with a few other boys and girls. Minjae smiled and looked over at her father expectantly. Yunho shook his head.
Minjae pouted and slunk down in her seat.
The boy frowned.
Jaejoong shook his head in disbelief. They were in clear view of Yunho, they were with a bunch of other people. It’s not like Minjae was going to go to a dark corner and make out with the boy. But he did not say anything. He did not want to argue with the way that Yunho raised his kids. He was definitely being unreasonable, especially considering the way he had grown up, rebellious and cocky, as a teenager.
Fortunately, the movie started, and Jaejoong was able to forget about it for awhile and just enjoy the movie.
After the movie, Yunho pulled out his phone, called for a car, and ignored all of his children’s protests about going home. Minjae waved goodbye to her friends, earning another scowl from Yunho.
Minjae did not talk at all on the way home. Yuri did not want Jaejoong to leave, so he went into the apartment with them. Minjae stalked through the house and a moment later, Jaejoong heard a door slam.
Minho went to the living room and ran around in circles screaming his head off.
Yuri refused to release Jaejoong’s hand.
Seungho tried to tug him toward the piano.
“Minjae is old enough to have a boyfriend,” Jaejoong finally said.
“No boyfriends.”
“I had my first steady boyfriend when I was thirteen. I lost my virginity at fourteen. You, Mister Rebel, were probably that same age.”
“Exactly,” Yunho said and headed out of the main room. “No boyfriends.”
Jaejoong stood there amidst the noise and sighed. After a ten count, he smiled and said, “Let’s go make some dinner. Who wants to help me?”
--윤재--윤재--윤재--
Jaejoong knocked on the door, a plate of ham fried rice and kimchi in his hands.
“Go away, Dad!”
Jaejoong smiled and tried the knob. He opened the door. “Good thing I am not your father.”
Minjae blushed and curled up on her bed. She had obviously been crying.
“I brought you dinner.”
Minjae said nothing.
Jaejoong put the plate down on her desk and went over to her bed. He sat down and let the silence stretch for a little while.
“Your dad is incredibly strict,” Jaejoong finally said.
He got a snort in response.
“He is a bit of a hypocrite, too,” Jaejoong added.
Minjae pulled the blanket from her face. “What?”
Jaejoong smiled. “He had his first girlfriend when he was fourteen.”
“Jerk.”
“But Minjae, you do need to remember, that he is just trying to protect you. He remembers what he went through back then, and he wants to save you from that.”
“He won’t let me even go out with my friends.”
“I guess you just need to prove to him that you are responsible.”
“I try.” She sat up. “How am I supposed to do that, when he won’t even let me go out with my girl friends because there might be boys there?”
“Wow, really?”
“Yes, really.”
Jaejoong remembered something Yunho had said a couple weeks ago and smiled. “So I take it you do not go to math clubs after school?”
“Shh,” Minjae said and then moved over to him. “Don’t tell him, please, don’t tell him.”
“I won’t, but Minjae, if he finds out, he is going to be even worse.”
“I know.” She groaned. “I cannot believe you are dating my dad. Do you have any idea how weird that is? My friend has a nineteen-year-old boyfriend. My dad has a nineteen-year-old boyfriend.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “I know. It is weird. It ... It may not even last. I mean, it’s only been a couple weeks, but ...”
“Daddy has been smiling a lot, though,” Minjae said. “He’s always texting you and laughing, and smiling, and ... it’s been a long time since he smiled so much.”
Jaejoong smiled. “It’s been a bit of a dream. Your dad is extremely sexy.”
“Ugh, gross, oppa.”
Jaejoong laughed.
“It’s still weird though,” Minjae said. “Daddy usually only dates women. I mean, he went out with a man once, after Mom died, but it was only one date. He had a girlfriend a couple years ago, but she wanted more kids, and he did not. It’s just strange, but I do understand, because you’re really pretty, and Yuri is crushing on you so hard. Aunt Jihye yells at him all the time because you’re way too young for him.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I am way too young for him.”
Minjae clutched her pillow to her chest and leaned back with a sigh. “Jongin is so cute. I really like him. He likes me, too, or that’s what his friend Baekhyun said. And he likes to dance. He’s such a good dancer. He wants to be in entertainment, but his parents won’t let him try out. I don’t think he sings very well, but he tries so hard, and sometimes he sings to me, and it’s ... god, oppa, he’s so handsome. It isn’t fair that I can’t even see him without Daddy freaking out.”
“I will try to talk to him for you, okay? He knows what happens when parents are too strict with their kids. You are going to rebel and maybe even get into trouble, and he does not want that. He really is only trying to protect you.”
“Yeah, I know. But ... I don’t need him to. Not right now.”
“I know.”
Minjae sighed and then she smirked.
“What?”
“Have you two fucked yet?”
Jaejoong spluttered. “M-minjae!”
She laughed. “Well?”
“No. No, we haven’t, and oh my god.” Jaejoong covered his face with his hands.
“You want to?”
“Well, duh. Of course, I ... oh god, I am not talking about this with you.” He stood up and headed out of the room with Minjae laughing.
Yunho stood in the hallway, frowning at him. Jaejoong smiled, leaned into him and kissed his cheek.
“Lay off her,” Jaejoong said and headed toward where he could hear the piano. “She’s growing up and the more you try to smother her, the hotter she will burn.”
Yunho shook his head. “You don’t understand.”
Jaejoong shrugged. “More than you do,” he said over his shoulder. “I am a teenager, you know.”
Yunho groaned.
--윤재--윤재--윤재--
“It is way past everyone’s bedtime,” Yunho said. Minho was already sleeping on his lap and Seungho had been visibly drooping for the last half hour.
“Is Jaejoong-oppa sleeping over?” Yuri asked.
Jaejoong met Yunho’s eyes. “I better not. I have to work really early in the morning.”
Yuri pouted. “I don’t want you to go.”
“I will come back,” Jaejoong said.
“Read me a story,” Yuri demanded.
“Jung Yuri,” Yunho warned.
“Please. Please, oppa.”
Jaejoong smiled. “I will. Go get ready for bed.”
“Yeah!” Yuri shouted and scampered down the hall.
Yunho stood up and lifted Seungho into his arms with his brother. “You don’t have to.”
“I know. I want to.”
Yunho smiled and went down the hallway. Jaejoong huffed and leaned back against the edge of the couch. It was quiet, relatively speaking, with Yunho’s voice coming down the hallway, sounds of Yuri singing happily in her room. It felt for a moment that he wasn’t new to this, that it had always been this way. Family. Kids. Lover.
It terrified him.
The future terrified him.
He got up and went to the kitchen to clean up. It was easier to do dishes than to think. A few minutes later, strong arms wrapped around his middle. Lips pressed against his neck, and Jaejoong turned around, arms around Yunho’s neck and let himself be kissed deeply, pressed against the counter, molded into Yunho’s body.
Right where he belonged.
“God, I cannot believe I have gone all day without kissing you, without touching you,” Yunho said into his lips.
“Horrible.”
“Do you want to stay?” Yunho whispered.
“M-maybe.”
Yunho smiled. “You better go read Yuri her story before she walks in here and sees us.”
Jaejoong had forgotten already.
“I’ll finish the dishes.”
It took three stories before Yuri was asleep, and Jaejoong sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. It was only nine, and he felt like he had just worked a twelve-hour shift at the cafe. He went back into the living room and lay down on the couch, head in Yunho’s lap. Yunho was reading the paper, glasses perched on his nose.
He looked old. Jaejoong felt too young.
“You okay?” Yunho asked, after the third time Jaejoong sighed.
“I’m ... I’m not ready for kids,” Jaejoong whispered. “I’m not ... I can’t do this every day ... I ...”
Yunho smiled and shifted. He put the paper down and pulled Jaejoong up. “You’re going to fast, thinking too much,” he said, touching his cheek.
Jaejoong sighed and leaned into the touch. “I know, but you ... you have to. You have to think of the future, and maybe ... maybe you should not be wasting time--”
“You are not a waste of time, Kim Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong sighed. “I’m not ready for this.”
“I’m not asking you to move in.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Right now? A kiss.”
Jaejoong smiled and climbed into his lap. Yunho’s hands slid along his waist and cupped his ass. Jaejoong tangled his hands in Yunho’s hair and pulled their lips together for a long kiss. It was just what Jaejoong needed. Something to concentrate on. Forget for a moment that his very older boyfriend had four kids, and Jaejoong was still just a kid. Comparatively speaking.
A shriek ripped through the air, and Jaejoong yanked himself away from Yunho’s lips very fast, and then just as quickly, Minjae was in the living room.
“Oppa! Oh My God! Oppa! Help!” She stopped, stared at Jaejoong in Yunho’s lap, and then rolled her eyes. “Gross, Dad. But oppa, oh my god, oppa!”
“What, what?” Jaejoong said, shifting to the side.
“Help!” She held out her phone.
Jaejoong took it and read the text from Jongin while Minjae sat next to him, face in her hands. Her scream was muffled.
Hi. It’s Jongin ... Yoona gave me your number ... I want ... I like you, maybe. Not maybe, but ...
Fuck. I did not mean to hit send on that last one. Fuck. Sorry. Fuck.
Jaejoong laughed, but Yunho growled and reached for her phone. Jaejoong pushed up and away and moved over to the other couch.
“No boyfriends,” Yunho growled.
“Daddy!” Minjae whined. “He likes me!”
“No--”
“Yunho, shut up. Minjae, come here.” Jaejoong held out his hand. Minjae moved over to him and he finished reading the message from Jongin.
What I meant, is that ... well, you’re really pretty. And I like you a lot. And I wish I could tell you in person, but it’s so hard.
“What do I say, oppa? What do I say?”
Jaejoong handed her phone back. “Tell him you like him, too.”
“But oppa!”
“Well, you do, right?”
“Yeah, but--”
“But no boyfriends!” Yunho said.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes and nudged Minjae. “Tell him you like him, too.”
Her phone made a noise, and she made a noise and wailed and showed Jaejoong.
You did not reply. So sorry. I ... I ... forget I said anything. I will see you tomorrow in class.
“Text him back right now,” Jaejoong said.
With shaking hands, Minjae did. Jaejoong read over her shoulder and tried not to laugh.
No, sorry. No. I ... I was ... I don’t know what to say. Fuck.
“Tell him you like him.”
“No boyfriends. Why is no one listening to me?”
“Because you are wrong,” Jaejoong said without looking over at Yunho.
Minjae kept typing. I like you, too. I ... I think you’re cute. I ... yeah, this is hard.
Jongin sent back a few emoticons.
“There you go.”
“Kim Jaejoong,” Yunho growled.
“Jung Yunho,” Jaejoong mocked.
Minjae giggled.
“Get over here.”
Jaejoong hugged Minjae with one arm and went back over to the couch.
“Meddling thing,” Yunho said. “She is too young--”
“No, she is not.”
Minjae sighed and smiled. “He wants to meet me at the front gate tomorrow. Walk with me to class. Oh, god, oppa. I’m going to die.”
Jaejoong laughed. “No, you aren’t. Now go finish your homework.”
Minjae stood up and practically floated over to them. She kissed Jaejoong’s cheek, and then threw her arm around Yunho’s neck. “Good night, Daddy.”
“No boyfriends until you’re thirty,” he grumbled but hugged her.
“No boyfriends under thirty,” she shot back and danced away from Jaejoong lunging for her with a growl. But Yunho still had an arm around him and he did not get far.
Minjae laughed and waved at them. “Don’t forget to use protection!” she sang, and Yunho spluttered as she disappeared and Jaejoong hid his face in his hands.
“Oh god, did my daughter ...”
“Yep.”
“Fuck. She is too young.”
Jaejoong raised an eyebrow at him. “The more you smother her, the hotter she will burn. Let her go out with this kid. It is so much better to be open with her, and let her come to you if she has problems, because if you aren’t, she’s going to hide things from you, and you do not want that. What if she is in trouble? What if she has questions? What if she needs--”
“If you say condoms, I am going to kill you.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Better to get them from you than from her classmates, or be convinced she does not need them.”
Yunho sighed. “Fine, fine. You win.” He kissed Jaejoong’s forehead.
“I better go,” Jaejoong said even as he climbed back into Yunho’s lap.
Yunho nodded, pulled him closer by his belt loops, and kissed him.
--윤재--윤재--윤재--
When Jaejoong walked into his apartment at two in the morning, he was not surprised to see Changmin on his couch. But he was surprised to see Yoochun kneeling between his legs, practically gagging on Changmin’s cock. He was about to open his mouth to demand answers, but he figured he could make fun of them tomorrow because as of now, neither one had noticed that he walked into the apartment at two a.m. with his mouth tasting like Yunho’s come and his t-shirt practically covered in his own.
And he did risk taking a picture because blackmail was always necessary.
Part 4: Date 7 ... or is it 8? ... doesn’t matter, as long as there is sex involved
Part 2: Date 2 and 3 ... sort of
Part 1: Date 1
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