Paper Cranes 9/??
Title: Paper Cranes 8/??(Sequel to Paper Cuts)
Author: giveitupjessica
Rating: PG-NC-17 (depending on the chapter)
Pairings: 2min, onkey, jazzhyun (read paper cuts to know about this one), taemin/sulli
Genre: AU, romance, comedy, pregnancy, angst
Summary: Lee Taemin was everything Minho wanted in a lover. He was the boy he wanted to come home to. The kind of boy that he never wanted to leave. The kind of boy that makes Minho want to give him everything. And finally it seemed like that he was finally going to get what he wanted. Taemin was breaking up with Sulli to be with him. He couldn't be happier. But just how long will their happiness last? Minho knew the kind of storm that would brew once Taemin broke up with Sulli, but he didn't care. He was going to stay by Taemin, no matter what. As long as the younger's heart was beating next to his, he didn't care. (sorry I suck at summaries)
A/N: I've been up since 5:30 am... ugh... I'm tired, but not. I don't want to go to work today. 10 hour shifts are the death of me. :P Didn't go for my jog this morning. It's getting too damn cold. I feel guilty now. :( Sorry this chapter is kind of a fail.
CHAPTER NINE
The glare of the sun wakes me from my dreams. It was so bright, I needed to get better covers for my windows. I groaned a little and tried to adjust my position without waking Taemin, but every way I turned the sun kept on taunting me. I guess it was time for me to wake up. I slowly open my eyes and I’m surprised to see that Taemin is awake as well.
“Morning love,” he mumbles and places his arm over his eyes in hopes of blocking out the sun.
“Sun wake you up too?” I ask imitating his motion.
“Yeah. It’s so damn bright.”
“My thoughts exactly,” we lay like that for awhile until he shifts and buries his head in the crook of my neck.
“Much better,” he says, lips brushing against my neck.
“No fair.”
“Tough luck.”
“Ugh, what time is it anyways?”
“I don’t know. Look at the clock or something.”
I throw my other arm over to my bedside table and start to feel around. It takes me a minute to find what I think is my phone. I grab hold of it and bring it to my face. I remove my arm from my eyes and squint from the bright light flooding into them. My vision finally clears up and I read the tiny numbers on my phone. 12:43 pm. Wow, it was already past noon already.
“So what time is it?” Taemin asks as he lifts his head to take a peak at my phone as well.
“12:43.”
“Really? It’s that late already? I guess it’s a good thing it’s Sunday and not Monday otherwise we’d have to scramble to get to our bio class.”
“Yeah.”
“What do you want to do today?”
“Let’s stay in bed.”
“Sounds good to me. Wait. It’s Sunday right?”
“Isn’t that what you just said?” I ask him as I kiss the top of his head.
“Yeah, but I was just double checking.”
“Yes it’s Sunday,” I confirm after checking my phone again, “Why?”
“Sunday. 12:43 pm.”
“Well more like 12:45pm now.”
“Omo! I need to get ready then!” he sits up in bed and I join him.
“Why?”
“Jazzy and I work on our soc project on Sundays remember? I’m supposed to meet her at the library at 2 and it’s already almost 1 and I still need to take a shower, get ready, and eat.”
“Wait… Jazzy,” I say to myself, “SHIT!”
“What?” he asks with a surprised look on his face when I jump out of bed and start to throw on some clothes. I pick up my phone and dial her number. No answer. Shit!
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he’s putting on his clothes now too and watching as I run around the room, grabbing my wallet and a baseball cap.
“I was supposed to go with Jazzy to her appa’s grave today at 11.”
“Well I’m sure she would have came and got you. Maybe she’s still sleeping.”
“You’re right. I have nothing to worry about. She would have came to get me,” I calm down a bit.
“Let’s go find out,” he grabs my hand and we walk out of the room and across the hall to Jonghyun’s room. I don’t remember hearing them come in last night, but then again I did fall asleep pretty early after the busy day and night Taemin and I had.
I bring my free hand up to the door and softly knock on it. There’s no answer or noise coming from inside. I knock on it again, this time a little louder and I hear Jonghyun grumbling.
“Hyung, it’s me,” I say and knock again.
“What?” he groans.
“Open the door.”
“I’m still sleepy, come back in an hour.”
“Hyung, it’s almost 1 in the afternoon. Time to get up.”
“Fine!” I hear shuffling and groaning coming from inside as I imagine the two trying to wake up. There’s a small crash followed by low curses. I try to hold back my laughter imagining Jonghyun walking into his dresser or nightstand, knocking over whatever was on top of it.
“Caught a little bit of Onew hyung’s sangtae?” I joke.
“Shut up Minho. It’s too early,” Jonghyun responds before opening the door. I watch him rub his eyes before focusing on the two of us at his door. I look behind him and don’t see any sign of Jazzy in the room at all.
“Where’s Jazzy? Bathroom? Does she have a bad case of morning sickness again? It was particularly bad yesterday. We had to stop like five times during our jog so she can heave into a trash can. It as kind of gross. I told her we could come back, but you know how stubborn she can be.”
Taemin nudges me with his elbow as a sign for me to stop babbling and I do. I look at Jonghyun and wait for him to answer. His face seems to have gotten paler since I’ve mentioned Jazzy.
“Jazzy’s not here.”
“What?”
“Jonghyun hyung, where is she? We’re supposed to meet at the library in an hour,” Taemin asks.
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen or heard from her since I dropped her off at her dorm last night,” there’s an obvious sadness in his voice and face now.
“What happened?” I ask clenching my fist.
“She may or may not have heard my father and I arguing last night after dinner,” he answers as he begins to rub the floor with this foot.
“So? Not like she’s never heard me fight with my father before,” I say to him.
“Well you see… We were kind of arguing about her.”
“What do you mean you were arguing about her?!” I almost shout and Taemin wraps his arms around me to stop me from lunging at Jonghyun.
“It’s not what you think Minho. My dad was trying to tell me to break up with her, but I told him it wasn’t going to happen. I told him I love Jazzy and she’s carrying my child. Therefore, I’m not leaving her side. Not any time soon at least. Not until she tells me to leave her.”
“Oh okay. Good, I’m glad you stood up for her.”
“You know I would Minho. If anyone knows how I truly feel about Jazzy it’s you and Onew hyung.”
“I know.”
“So if Jazzy isn’t here. Then I guess she’s at her dorm?” Taemin thinks out loud.
“That’s the only logical place for her to be,” I answer, “But if she’s at her dorm. She should have answered her phone right? I called her and she didn’t pick up. Why don’t you try Jonghyun hyung?”
“Okay,” he gets his phone and dials her number. We wait in silence as he calls her, “She’s not answering.”
“Hm, that’s strange,” I say.
“Want me to try?” Taemin asks.
“Yeah.”
Taemin tries to call her as well, “No answer.”
“Now I’m starting to worry,” Jonghyun takes the words right out of my mouth.
“Yeah, she always answers her phone,” I agree with him.
“Well maybe she went to her appa’s grave alone and put her phone on silent?” Taemin offers this idea as an answer.
“She’s going to her appa’s grave today?” Jonghyun looks at me.
“Yeah. I was supposed to go with her,” I answer.
“What time?”
“11.”
“This is definitely not good.”
“What are you two talking about?” Taemin looks between the both of us, completely lost.
“She never goes alone,” Jonghyun is still looking at me, completely oblivious to the younger one that’s standing in between us.
“Yeah. Text her?”
“Yeah.”
We both whip out our phones and begin to type texts to her. If anything she should respond to those. And if she didn’t then we’d really have something to worry about. Because she may be bad at returning calls, but she always returned texts even if it was just to send over a smiley face to ensure that she got and read your text.
From: Minho
To: Ninja Jazz
where are you?
sorry I didn’t wake up in time
to go to your appa’s grave
with you.
forgive me?
From: Jjong
To: My Jazzy <3
baby, where are you?
i’m worried
i haven’t heard from you
since last night
you okay?
love you xoxo
“Will one of you please explain to me what is going on?” Taemin says in frustration.
“Aw, baby,” I wrap my arms around him and he huffs, “Jazzy hasn’t been able to go to her appa’s grave alone since he died. She always has to have someone go with it. If anything to at least wait in the car while she went to his tombstone. So the idea of her going alone is kind of strange.”
“Ah, I see.”
“She seemed upset when I dropped her off last night,” Jonghyun says out of no where, “I should have tried to comfort her before I left her at her dorm. But I was still a little pissed after what happened with my father. I didn’t want to take it out on her.”
All three of our phones go off at the same time. We’re both happy to see it’s from Jazzy before we open it to read what the text says.
From: Jazzy
To: Jjong <3, Keroro, Taeminnie
at my appa’s grave
no need to be sorry Minho.
love you too Jjongie.
sorry Taeminnie, won’t be able
to work on project today.
going to umma’s after
prob will stay the night.
ttyl
*~*
“See, she’s fine,” I tell the two boys in front of me.
“I don’t know,” Jonghyun says with a skeptical look on his face.
“She probably just needs to clear her head hyung,” Minho reassures the shorter one with a pat on the back, but I can’t help but notice the worried look in his eyes.
“I guess. Well I guess I’ll probably spend the day in the sound booth today. I’m still not done with my composition project. So you two will have the apartment to yourselves,” he tells us as he walks back into his room to get ready for the day. I couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t seem okay.
“So,” I turn to Minho, “What do you want to do today?”
“I don’t know. Just lounge around the apartment?”
“Lazy Sunday. I like. What do you want for breakfast?”
“You can cook?”
“Cook, make ramen. Same thing right?”
“I’ll cook.”
“You can cook?” it’s my turn to act surprised.
“I can cook kimchi stew.”
“Then I guess we’re having kimchi stew for breakfast or lunch or brunch. Whatever.”
“Jjong hyung, you going to join us for lunch before going to campus?” Minho calls as we head to the kitchen.
“No, I’ll just grab something on my way there. Thanks” he replies from his bedroom.
“Suit yourself.”
“So what do you want me to do?” I ask him once we’re in the kitchen.
“Nothing.”
“You sure. I can help you.”
“No, it’s okay. I got it,” I watch him as he walks around the kitchen grabbing different things and setting it on the counter. Right after he washes his hands, his phone goes off.
“Jazzy?” I ask from my seat on the counter.
“Is it parents’ weekend and we just don’t know about it?” he asks after reading the display screen.
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s my dad,” he puts the phone to his ear, “Hello? Hey dad.”
I’m getting kind of bored just sitting here on the counter. I need to do something. I hop off and walk over to the rice cooker. I check inside and see that there’s nothing there but a clean pot. So I decide to do my share and make rice. I start to rummage through his kitchen trying to find where he hides the rice, but have no luck. Who hides their rice anyways?
“What are you doing?” I hear him ask from behind me and I turn around to face him. He’s covering his phone with his hand and giving me a blank stare.
“Looking for the rice.”
“Why?”
“I was getting bored just sitting there.”
“You can go watch TV or something. I said I’d cook.”
“I wanna help. Where are you hiding the rice?” he doesn’t answer and just points at a cabinet, “Thank you.”
“Sorry dad, I’m still here,” he says into the phone once it’s back up to his ear. I start to scoop out the rice as I try not to eavesdrop on his conversation. But it’s kind of hard when the person is standing right next to you. Not like I can turn my ears off or something.
“No. I didn’t get a chance to look at my e-mail recently. I’ve been kind preoccupied since yesterday,” I look over at him and he gives me a smirk which I return with a blush, “Did you need me to read it now?... Okay, once I’m done with lunch I’ll check it… No, she’s not… Okay I guess… What? Tonight?... No, I don’t have anything planned… 7:30? Okay… She said she was probably going to stay at her mom’s tonight. But I do have someone else I want you and mom to meet… Yeah, I guess you can say that…. Okay, I’ll see you tonight… Yes, I will make sure I check my e-mail before dinner… Love you too. Tell mom I said hi… Yeah… Bye.”
“What did your dad want?” I ask him. I had just finished washing the rice and was putting it in the rice cooker. I would have finished sooner, but I got a little distracted by Minho’s conversation with his dad.
“He just wanted to know if checked my e-mail recently. I guess he sent me something important and wanted to talk to me about it. But seeing how I was busy with you all day and night yesterday, I haven’t had the chance too.”
“You’re not putting the blame on me are you?” I ask and he comes over to me to wrap me in his arms.
“And what if I am?”
“I wasn’t the one who asked for the date. You were.”
“And I wasn’t the one who jumped someone in the bedroom.”
“We’re both equally at fault then. And why do you always make it sound like I’m the one who’s always initiating sex? You do it too you know.”
“I never said I didn’t. You’re just a lot more aggressive when you do it. And apparently loud as well.”
“What do you mean I’m loud?”
“I didn’t say you were loud.”
“Um, yeah you did,” I pretended to be mad as I smacked his hands away and turned to the rice cooker. I started to look at it. How do you turn it on? I finally find the button and push it down, “Babe, it’s not turning on. I think your rice cooker is broken.”
“You might want to plug it in first Einstein,” he says as he reaches over me and plugs it in. I see the familiar red light turn on to say that the rice is cooking.
“I knew that. I was just testing you,” I scoff.
“Uh huh. Whatever you say,” his attention is back on the kimchi stew and I take my spot on the counter again. I just watch him cut and slice different things before adding it into the pot in front of him. I had no idea how to cook kimchi stew, so I didn’t know if he was doing it right. It sure looked like it was going to be tasty though.
“Alright. I’m off,” Jonghyun says as he passes the kitchen, “I’ll see you later. Let me know if you hear from Jazzy.”
“Will do,” Minho replies, eyes never leaving the cutting board, “Hope you finish your composition.”
“Me too. I’m getting tired of it. Bye Taemin,” he waves and then disappears out the door.
“Can you finish cutting this for me babe?” Minho asks me as he walks over to the stove with the pot.
“Sure,” I hop off the counter and take his place at the cutting board. I grab the knife and awkwardly try to imitate what he was just doing. I feel his presence behind me a minute later.
“Hm, seems like we’ll need to keep knives away from you like we do with Onew hyung.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask him and turn around, knife still in my hand.
“I’m sorry, I take that back. Just please don’t kill me,” he jokes as he jumps back, hands in the air to surrender.
“What are you talking about?”
“Taeminnie, you can’t just whip around like that with a knife I your hand,” he says to me and takes the knife away.
“It’s not like I flung at you,” I huff.
“True, but still. Holding the knife up like that when you turn to a person right behind you is dangerous.”
“You’re such a worry wart.”
“Call me what you want. I just want to stay alive.”
“Shut up! And I’m not like Onew hyung!”
“You sure? Look at what you cut and what I cut,” he motions to the cutting board. I had to admit that my stuff looked like a two year did it. So I guess he had a point. It’s not my fault that I don’t have much experience cutting, let alone slicing and dicing stuff.
“So sorry for eavesdropping, but I guess you’re having dinner with your dad tonight,” I say after a little silence.
“No WE’RE having dinner with my parents tonight,” he corrects me as he adds what he just finished cutting into the pot before replacing the lid.
“What do you mean ‘we’?”
“I mean, you and me. Me and you. Minho and Taemin. Taemin and Minho.”
“I get who ‘we’ are jerk face, I mean why are ‘we’ having dinner with your parents? Why do I have to tag along?”
“You really have been hanging out with Jazzy too much. She’s the only one I know who uses the term ‘jerk face.’”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Do you not want to have dinner with them? You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” he’s standing between my legs now since I’m back to sitting on the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
“I never said I didn’t want to go. Stop putting words in my mouth,” I give him a kiss on the lips.
“So you’ll go with me?”
“Yes, but what’s the point of me being there if you and your dad are just going to be talking about whatever he e-mailed you?”
“So they can meet you of course,” I give him a confused look, “You know Taeminnie, it’s perfectly normal to introduce the person you’re dating to our parents. So stop looking at me like that.”
“I didn’t know we were at the ‘let’s meet each other’s parents’ stage in our relationship,” I say to him and pull him closer.
“Well I figure now’s a better time than ever. I love you. I want my parents to love you too. And they will.”
“I love you too. But now I’m starting to get nervous. I mean meeting the parents is always a big deal. I mean Jazzy just met Jonghyun hyung’s parents yesterday and it doesn’t seem like it went very well. It was the first time she’s slept at her dorm since she announced her pregnancy.”
“Yeah. I’m curious to know the details about what happened too. But that’s them babe. This is us. It’s not going to go like that. My parents are going to meet you and love you instantly. Just like I did.”
“How can you be so sure? How many past boyfriends have you introduced to them?”
“None.”
“See.”
“But that’s only because you’re my first boyfriend.”
“What?! I didn’t know I was your first boyfriend.”
“Well now you do.”
“How many girlfriends have you introduced to them then?”
“None. Haven’t really dated much. I mean I have, but I haven’t been serious about anyone like I am with you.”
“Minho, do your parents even know you’re gay?”
“I’m not gay.”
“Um, hello? We both have penises and are in love. That would mean you’re gay.”
“No. That just means I fell in love with a man.”
“Which means you’re gay.”
“No. It doesn’t. I’ve never just went around checking out guys. I don’t really care honestly. If I’m attracted to someone, I’m attracted to them. Guys, girls, whatever.”
“So then you’re bi.”
“I guess. I don’t know.”
“Do your parents know you swing both ways?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Because I don’t want a huge ass bomb to explode in their faces when they find out that their son is dating another guy.”
“It won’t matter to them. As long as I’m happy, they’ll be fine with it. And trust me, I couldn’t be happier right now,” he cups my cheek and brings my face to his for a sweet kiss. We continue to make out until Minho remembers the kimchi stew and runs over to the pot, stirring it like crazy.
“Are you sure about this babe? Maybe you should ease them into it. Tell them you’re dating me at dinner and then next time I’ll go with you,” I say to his back.
“No, I want them to meet you tonight. Stop worrying. Everything will be fine.”
“How can you be so sure though?”
He turns off the stove and moves the pot to the burner beside the one he was using before walking back to me, “I just do okay? Trust me.”
“I do trust you, but I’m still worried about what they’ll say. I mean I’m pretty much the first person you’ve dated that your parents are going to meet. So it kind of puts a lot of pressure on me. I just want them to like me.”
“They will,” his arms wrap around my waist and mine wrap around his neck, “I love you, so they’re gonna love you too.”
“If you say so,” I sigh, “I love you too by the way.”
“I know. You don’t always have to say it back to me.”
“I know, but I feel weird if I don’t.”
“Alright, so enough talk about my parents and dinner. Let’s eat,” he lifts me off the counter and I laugh. Instinctively my legs wrap around his waist as he’s carrying me.
“Now how exactly are you going to get the food if I’m I your arms?” I ask him.
“What food?” he asks and then I realize we’re no longer in the kitchen, but the living room.
“Minho, what are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“This isn’t nothing,” I say to him as he lays me down on the couch and climbs on top of me, “I thought we were going to eat.”
“Yeah.”
“This is the living room.”
“Yeah.”
“Kitchen is over there,” I point in the direction of the kitchen, “Which means the food is there.”
“Uh huh,” he’s kissing my neck now.
“Minho,” I begin to say, but end up moaning instead when I feel his tongue sweep over my collarbone, “We’re supposed to be eating.”
“I’ll eat you up, your love, your love,” he sings against my neck.
Author: giveitupjessica
Rating: PG-NC-17 (depending on the chapter)
Pairings: 2min, onkey, jazzhyun (read paper cuts to know about this one), taemin/sulli
Genre: AU, romance, comedy, pregnancy, angst
Summary: Lee Taemin was everything Minho wanted in a lover. He was the boy he wanted to come home to. The kind of boy that he never wanted to leave. The kind of boy that makes Minho want to give him everything. And finally it seemed like that he was finally going to get what he wanted. Taemin was breaking up with Sulli to be with him. He couldn't be happier. But just how long will their happiness last? Minho knew the kind of storm that would brew once Taemin broke up with Sulli, but he didn't care. He was going to stay by Taemin, no matter what. As long as the younger's heart was beating next to his, he didn't care. (sorry I suck at summaries)
A/N: I've been up since 5:30 am... ugh... I'm tired, but not. I don't want to go to work today. 10 hour shifts are the death of me. :P Didn't go for my jog this morning. It's getting too damn cold. I feel guilty now. :( Sorry this chapter is kind of a fail.
CHAPTER NINE
The glare of the sun wakes me from my dreams. It was so bright, I needed to get better covers for my windows. I groaned a little and tried to adjust my position without waking Taemin, but every way I turned the sun kept on taunting me. I guess it was time for me to wake up. I slowly open my eyes and I’m surprised to see that Taemin is awake as well.
“Morning love,” he mumbles and places his arm over his eyes in hopes of blocking out the sun.
“Sun wake you up too?” I ask imitating his motion.
“Yeah. It’s so damn bright.”
“My thoughts exactly,” we lay like that for awhile until he shifts and buries his head in the crook of my neck.
“Much better,” he says, lips brushing against my neck.
“No fair.”
“Tough luck.”
“Ugh, what time is it anyways?”
“I don’t know. Look at the clock or something.”
I throw my other arm over to my bedside table and start to feel around. It takes me a minute to find what I think is my phone. I grab hold of it and bring it to my face. I remove my arm from my eyes and squint from the bright light flooding into them. My vision finally clears up and I read the tiny numbers on my phone. 12:43 pm. Wow, it was already past noon already.
“So what time is it?” Taemin asks as he lifts his head to take a peak at my phone as well.
“12:43.”
“Really? It’s that late already? I guess it’s a good thing it’s Sunday and not Monday otherwise we’d have to scramble to get to our bio class.”
“Yeah.”
“What do you want to do today?”
“Let’s stay in bed.”
“Sounds good to me. Wait. It’s Sunday right?”
“Isn’t that what you just said?” I ask him as I kiss the top of his head.
“Yeah, but I was just double checking.”
“Yes it’s Sunday,” I confirm after checking my phone again, “Why?”
“Sunday. 12:43 pm.”
“Well more like 12:45pm now.”
“Omo! I need to get ready then!” he sits up in bed and I join him.
“Why?”
“Jazzy and I work on our soc project on Sundays remember? I’m supposed to meet her at the library at 2 and it’s already almost 1 and I still need to take a shower, get ready, and eat.”
“Wait… Jazzy,” I say to myself, “SHIT!”
“What?” he asks with a surprised look on his face when I jump out of bed and start to throw on some clothes. I pick up my phone and dial her number. No answer. Shit!
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he’s putting on his clothes now too and watching as I run around the room, grabbing my wallet and a baseball cap.
“I was supposed to go with Jazzy to her appa’s grave today at 11.”
“Well I’m sure she would have came and got you. Maybe she’s still sleeping.”
“You’re right. I have nothing to worry about. She would have came to get me,” I calm down a bit.
“Let’s go find out,” he grabs my hand and we walk out of the room and across the hall to Jonghyun’s room. I don’t remember hearing them come in last night, but then again I did fall asleep pretty early after the busy day and night Taemin and I had.
I bring my free hand up to the door and softly knock on it. There’s no answer or noise coming from inside. I knock on it again, this time a little louder and I hear Jonghyun grumbling.
“Hyung, it’s me,” I say and knock again.
“What?” he groans.
“Open the door.”
“I’m still sleepy, come back in an hour.”
“Hyung, it’s almost 1 in the afternoon. Time to get up.”
“Fine!” I hear shuffling and groaning coming from inside as I imagine the two trying to wake up. There’s a small crash followed by low curses. I try to hold back my laughter imagining Jonghyun walking into his dresser or nightstand, knocking over whatever was on top of it.
“Caught a little bit of Onew hyung’s sangtae?” I joke.
“Shut up Minho. It’s too early,” Jonghyun responds before opening the door. I watch him rub his eyes before focusing on the two of us at his door. I look behind him and don’t see any sign of Jazzy in the room at all.
“Where’s Jazzy? Bathroom? Does she have a bad case of morning sickness again? It was particularly bad yesterday. We had to stop like five times during our jog so she can heave into a trash can. It as kind of gross. I told her we could come back, but you know how stubborn she can be.”
Taemin nudges me with his elbow as a sign for me to stop babbling and I do. I look at Jonghyun and wait for him to answer. His face seems to have gotten paler since I’ve mentioned Jazzy.
“Jazzy’s not here.”
“What?”
“Jonghyun hyung, where is she? We’re supposed to meet at the library in an hour,” Taemin asks.
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen or heard from her since I dropped her off at her dorm last night,” there’s an obvious sadness in his voice and face now.
“What happened?” I ask clenching my fist.
“She may or may not have heard my father and I arguing last night after dinner,” he answers as he begins to rub the floor with this foot.
“So? Not like she’s never heard me fight with my father before,” I say to him.
“Well you see… We were kind of arguing about her.”
“What do you mean you were arguing about her?!” I almost shout and Taemin wraps his arms around me to stop me from lunging at Jonghyun.
“It’s not what you think Minho. My dad was trying to tell me to break up with her, but I told him it wasn’t going to happen. I told him I love Jazzy and she’s carrying my child. Therefore, I’m not leaving her side. Not any time soon at least. Not until she tells me to leave her.”
“Oh okay. Good, I’m glad you stood up for her.”
“You know I would Minho. If anyone knows how I truly feel about Jazzy it’s you and Onew hyung.”
“I know.”
“So if Jazzy isn’t here. Then I guess she’s at her dorm?” Taemin thinks out loud.
“That’s the only logical place for her to be,” I answer, “But if she’s at her dorm. She should have answered her phone right? I called her and she didn’t pick up. Why don’t you try Jonghyun hyung?”
“Okay,” he gets his phone and dials her number. We wait in silence as he calls her, “She’s not answering.”
“Hm, that’s strange,” I say.
“Want me to try?” Taemin asks.
“Yeah.”
Taemin tries to call her as well, “No answer.”
“Now I’m starting to worry,” Jonghyun takes the words right out of my mouth.
“Yeah, she always answers her phone,” I agree with him.
“Well maybe she went to her appa’s grave alone and put her phone on silent?” Taemin offers this idea as an answer.
“She’s going to her appa’s grave today?” Jonghyun looks at me.
“Yeah. I was supposed to go with her,” I answer.
“What time?”
“11.”
“This is definitely not good.”
“What are you two talking about?” Taemin looks between the both of us, completely lost.
“She never goes alone,” Jonghyun is still looking at me, completely oblivious to the younger one that’s standing in between us.
“Yeah. Text her?”
“Yeah.”
We both whip out our phones and begin to type texts to her. If anything she should respond to those. And if she didn’t then we’d really have something to worry about. Because she may be bad at returning calls, but she always returned texts even if it was just to send over a smiley face to ensure that she got and read your text.
From: Minho
To: Ninja Jazz
where are you?
sorry I didn’t wake up in time
to go to your appa’s grave
with you.
forgive me?
From: Jjong
To: My Jazzy <3
baby, where are you?
i’m worried
i haven’t heard from you
since last night
you okay?
love you xoxo
“Will one of you please explain to me what is going on?” Taemin says in frustration.
“Aw, baby,” I wrap my arms around him and he huffs, “Jazzy hasn’t been able to go to her appa’s grave alone since he died. She always has to have someone go with it. If anything to at least wait in the car while she went to his tombstone. So the idea of her going alone is kind of strange.”
“Ah, I see.”
“She seemed upset when I dropped her off last night,” Jonghyun says out of no where, “I should have tried to comfort her before I left her at her dorm. But I was still a little pissed after what happened with my father. I didn’t want to take it out on her.”
All three of our phones go off at the same time. We’re both happy to see it’s from Jazzy before we open it to read what the text says.
From: Jazzy
To: Jjong <3, Keroro, Taeminnie
at my appa’s grave
no need to be sorry Minho.
love you too Jjongie.
sorry Taeminnie, won’t be able
to work on project today.
going to umma’s after
prob will stay the night.
ttyl
*~*
“See, she’s fine,” I tell the two boys in front of me.
“I don’t know,” Jonghyun says with a skeptical look on his face.
“She probably just needs to clear her head hyung,” Minho reassures the shorter one with a pat on the back, but I can’t help but notice the worried look in his eyes.
“I guess. Well I guess I’ll probably spend the day in the sound booth today. I’m still not done with my composition project. So you two will have the apartment to yourselves,” he tells us as he walks back into his room to get ready for the day. I couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t seem okay.
“So,” I turn to Minho, “What do you want to do today?”
“I don’t know. Just lounge around the apartment?”
“Lazy Sunday. I like. What do you want for breakfast?”
“You can cook?”
“Cook, make ramen. Same thing right?”
“I’ll cook.”
“You can cook?” it’s my turn to act surprised.
“I can cook kimchi stew.”
“Then I guess we’re having kimchi stew for breakfast or lunch or brunch. Whatever.”
“Jjong hyung, you going to join us for lunch before going to campus?” Minho calls as we head to the kitchen.
“No, I’ll just grab something on my way there. Thanks” he replies from his bedroom.
“Suit yourself.”
“So what do you want me to do?” I ask him once we’re in the kitchen.
“Nothing.”
“You sure. I can help you.”
“No, it’s okay. I got it,” I watch him as he walks around the kitchen grabbing different things and setting it on the counter. Right after he washes his hands, his phone goes off.
“Jazzy?” I ask from my seat on the counter.
“Is it parents’ weekend and we just don’t know about it?” he asks after reading the display screen.
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s my dad,” he puts the phone to his ear, “Hello? Hey dad.”
I’m getting kind of bored just sitting here on the counter. I need to do something. I hop off and walk over to the rice cooker. I check inside and see that there’s nothing there but a clean pot. So I decide to do my share and make rice. I start to rummage through his kitchen trying to find where he hides the rice, but have no luck. Who hides their rice anyways?
“What are you doing?” I hear him ask from behind me and I turn around to face him. He’s covering his phone with his hand and giving me a blank stare.
“Looking for the rice.”
“Why?”
“I was getting bored just sitting there.”
“You can go watch TV or something. I said I’d cook.”
“I wanna help. Where are you hiding the rice?” he doesn’t answer and just points at a cabinet, “Thank you.”
“Sorry dad, I’m still here,” he says into the phone once it’s back up to his ear. I start to scoop out the rice as I try not to eavesdrop on his conversation. But it’s kind of hard when the person is standing right next to you. Not like I can turn my ears off or something.
“No. I didn’t get a chance to look at my e-mail recently. I’ve been kind preoccupied since yesterday,” I look over at him and he gives me a smirk which I return with a blush, “Did you need me to read it now?... Okay, once I’m done with lunch I’ll check it… No, she’s not… Okay I guess… What? Tonight?... No, I don’t have anything planned… 7:30? Okay… She said she was probably going to stay at her mom’s tonight. But I do have someone else I want you and mom to meet… Yeah, I guess you can say that…. Okay, I’ll see you tonight… Yes, I will make sure I check my e-mail before dinner… Love you too. Tell mom I said hi… Yeah… Bye.”
“What did your dad want?” I ask him. I had just finished washing the rice and was putting it in the rice cooker. I would have finished sooner, but I got a little distracted by Minho’s conversation with his dad.
“He just wanted to know if checked my e-mail recently. I guess he sent me something important and wanted to talk to me about it. But seeing how I was busy with you all day and night yesterday, I haven’t had the chance too.”
“You’re not putting the blame on me are you?” I ask and he comes over to me to wrap me in his arms.
“And what if I am?”
“I wasn’t the one who asked for the date. You were.”
“And I wasn’t the one who jumped someone in the bedroom.”
“We’re both equally at fault then. And why do you always make it sound like I’m the one who’s always initiating sex? You do it too you know.”
“I never said I didn’t. You’re just a lot more aggressive when you do it. And apparently loud as well.”
“What do you mean I’m loud?”
“I didn’t say you were loud.”
“Um, yeah you did,” I pretended to be mad as I smacked his hands away and turned to the rice cooker. I started to look at it. How do you turn it on? I finally find the button and push it down, “Babe, it’s not turning on. I think your rice cooker is broken.”
“You might want to plug it in first Einstein,” he says as he reaches over me and plugs it in. I see the familiar red light turn on to say that the rice is cooking.
“I knew that. I was just testing you,” I scoff.
“Uh huh. Whatever you say,” his attention is back on the kimchi stew and I take my spot on the counter again. I just watch him cut and slice different things before adding it into the pot in front of him. I had no idea how to cook kimchi stew, so I didn’t know if he was doing it right. It sure looked like it was going to be tasty though.
“Alright. I’m off,” Jonghyun says as he passes the kitchen, “I’ll see you later. Let me know if you hear from Jazzy.”
“Will do,” Minho replies, eyes never leaving the cutting board, “Hope you finish your composition.”
“Me too. I’m getting tired of it. Bye Taemin,” he waves and then disappears out the door.
“Can you finish cutting this for me babe?” Minho asks me as he walks over to the stove with the pot.
“Sure,” I hop off the counter and take his place at the cutting board. I grab the knife and awkwardly try to imitate what he was just doing. I feel his presence behind me a minute later.
“Hm, seems like we’ll need to keep knives away from you like we do with Onew hyung.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask him and turn around, knife still in my hand.
“I’m sorry, I take that back. Just please don’t kill me,” he jokes as he jumps back, hands in the air to surrender.
“What are you talking about?”
“Taeminnie, you can’t just whip around like that with a knife I your hand,” he says to me and takes the knife away.
“It’s not like I flung at you,” I huff.
“True, but still. Holding the knife up like that when you turn to a person right behind you is dangerous.”
“You’re such a worry wart.”
“Call me what you want. I just want to stay alive.”
“Shut up! And I’m not like Onew hyung!”
“You sure? Look at what you cut and what I cut,” he motions to the cutting board. I had to admit that my stuff looked like a two year did it. So I guess he had a point. It’s not my fault that I don’t have much experience cutting, let alone slicing and dicing stuff.
“So sorry for eavesdropping, but I guess you’re having dinner with your dad tonight,” I say after a little silence.
“No WE’RE having dinner with my parents tonight,” he corrects me as he adds what he just finished cutting into the pot before replacing the lid.
“What do you mean ‘we’?”
“I mean, you and me. Me and you. Minho and Taemin. Taemin and Minho.”
“I get who ‘we’ are jerk face, I mean why are ‘we’ having dinner with your parents? Why do I have to tag along?”
“You really have been hanging out with Jazzy too much. She’s the only one I know who uses the term ‘jerk face.’”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Do you not want to have dinner with them? You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” he’s standing between my legs now since I’m back to sitting on the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
“I never said I didn’t want to go. Stop putting words in my mouth,” I give him a kiss on the lips.
“So you’ll go with me?”
“Yes, but what’s the point of me being there if you and your dad are just going to be talking about whatever he e-mailed you?”
“So they can meet you of course,” I give him a confused look, “You know Taeminnie, it’s perfectly normal to introduce the person you’re dating to our parents. So stop looking at me like that.”
“I didn’t know we were at the ‘let’s meet each other’s parents’ stage in our relationship,” I say to him and pull him closer.
“Well I figure now’s a better time than ever. I love you. I want my parents to love you too. And they will.”
“I love you too. But now I’m starting to get nervous. I mean meeting the parents is always a big deal. I mean Jazzy just met Jonghyun hyung’s parents yesterday and it doesn’t seem like it went very well. It was the first time she’s slept at her dorm since she announced her pregnancy.”
“Yeah. I’m curious to know the details about what happened too. But that’s them babe. This is us. It’s not going to go like that. My parents are going to meet you and love you instantly. Just like I did.”
“How can you be so sure? How many past boyfriends have you introduced to them?”
“None.”
“See.”
“But that’s only because you’re my first boyfriend.”
“What?! I didn’t know I was your first boyfriend.”
“Well now you do.”
“How many girlfriends have you introduced to them then?”
“None. Haven’t really dated much. I mean I have, but I haven’t been serious about anyone like I am with you.”
“Minho, do your parents even know you’re gay?”
“I’m not gay.”
“Um, hello? We both have penises and are in love. That would mean you’re gay.”
“No. That just means I fell in love with a man.”
“Which means you’re gay.”
“No. It doesn’t. I’ve never just went around checking out guys. I don’t really care honestly. If I’m attracted to someone, I’m attracted to them. Guys, girls, whatever.”
“So then you’re bi.”
“I guess. I don’t know.”
“Do your parents know you swing both ways?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Because I don’t want a huge ass bomb to explode in their faces when they find out that their son is dating another guy.”
“It won’t matter to them. As long as I’m happy, they’ll be fine with it. And trust me, I couldn’t be happier right now,” he cups my cheek and brings my face to his for a sweet kiss. We continue to make out until Minho remembers the kimchi stew and runs over to the pot, stirring it like crazy.
“Are you sure about this babe? Maybe you should ease them into it. Tell them you’re dating me at dinner and then next time I’ll go with you,” I say to his back.
“No, I want them to meet you tonight. Stop worrying. Everything will be fine.”
“How can you be so sure though?”
He turns off the stove and moves the pot to the burner beside the one he was using before walking back to me, “I just do okay? Trust me.”
“I do trust you, but I’m still worried about what they’ll say. I mean I’m pretty much the first person you’ve dated that your parents are going to meet. So it kind of puts a lot of pressure on me. I just want them to like me.”
“They will,” his arms wrap around my waist and mine wrap around his neck, “I love you, so they’re gonna love you too.”
“If you say so,” I sigh, “I love you too by the way.”
“I know. You don’t always have to say it back to me.”
“I know, but I feel weird if I don’t.”
“Alright, so enough talk about my parents and dinner. Let’s eat,” he lifts me off the counter and I laugh. Instinctively my legs wrap around his waist as he’s carrying me.
“Now how exactly are you going to get the food if I’m I your arms?” I ask him.
“What food?” he asks and then I realize we’re no longer in the kitchen, but the living room.
“Minho, what are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“This isn’t nothing,” I say to him as he lays me down on the couch and climbs on top of me, “I thought we were going to eat.”
“Yeah.”
“This is the living room.”
“Yeah.”
“Kitchen is over there,” I point in the direction of the kitchen, “Which means the food is there.”
“Uh huh,” he’s kissing my neck now.
“Minho,” I begin to say, but end up moaning instead when I feel his tongue sweep over my collarbone, “We’re supposed to be eating.”
“I’ll eat you up, your love, your love,” he sings against my neck.