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Summary: a day in the life of dog trainer Jung Yunho, and his somehow wacky yet perfect family
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
A/N: this happens AFTER Starcrossed, so Jae is now a cook, and Yunho is a dog trainer. They live in Jeju, in a small house/cottage near the beach :3
I still haven’t found my own style yet, if you notice, and am still experimenting with a lot of different writing styles, until I find one I am comfortable with :D I really hope this one is fluffy without being cheesy…
Sunset Beach
It had only been weeks since you found him, and got him to move in with you, although you know full well of his strong dislike of canines (and almost all other pets in general-he has never been an animal lover). To you, however, it felt like it had been years, like things had changed over a long period of time, while in actuality they happened rapidly.
The wooden cottage you always came back to now seemed more like a home. A place where you could do nothing and just relax in the presence of your family-your true family, who could give you that sense of contentedness, security, and protectiveness, the want to protect them.
You had helped him to forget his fear of animals; and although he still disliked them, he never minded having your dogs sitting on his lap or running around his feet, waiting to be fed, just like little children. His cousin had moved to a cottage nearby, and you swore you’d never seen him this happy before.
You received a letter from Dr. Go yesterday, asking small details about your life now. You assured him everything was going according to plan, and that both your families had lost track of you, and gave up. You also told him that he was a great cook, and that it was a pity Dr. Go never got to taste his cooking before they moved.
That was the second change. You used to prefer food you buy at the cafeteria, refusing to eat the dishes prepared by your maids. Now, you would never trade his homemade dishes with anything, not even food from five-star restaurants. And you could tell your children felt the same too.
The third change was that you two spent less and less time at work, although you didn’t stop completely. You were happy enough with two children, and decided to only accept jobs if they don’t require you to take the dogs home. He, on the other hand, would always try to make the time to prepare food for you and the children.
It was in the afternoon when you proposed the idea of going dog-walking at the beach, bringing along your two children and the dogs that you are asked to look after for the day. He seemed reluctant at first, but after being given puppy-eyed looks (both figuratively and almost literally), he gave in.
After all, he was, is, and always will be a good mother who would do anything to please his family.
The walk was pleasant, the two of you walking bare-footed while the dogs padded happily in front, tails wagging excitedly. They barked when they wanted you to walk faster, and you would take his hand in yours, and dragged him along with you to catch up with those sneaky little ones.
They came to a stop as sudden as they had broke out into a run, and you found yourself tripping over them, landing in a heap in front of them, with him on top of you. You would laugh at him, brushing off the small particles of sand that stuck onto his hair, and kiss the corner of his lips, causing him to blush in a brilliant shade of red.
The dogs would then bark excitedly, getting your attention at them before they motioned at the setting sun. Dogs weren’t called clever animals for nothing, you mused, as you watched the sun cast a yellow-orange glow on the sea water, and on the previously bluish sky.
When the dogs were captivated with the scene, you would sneak a glance at your wife, and watch how he glowed in the light, his eyes twinkling in amazement and happiness. You would then plant a chaste kiss on his lips, catching him off-guard and getting him to whine at you while hitting you playfully.
Your youngest child would then jump onto his back, startling him and sending him tumbling forward into your arms. You then wrapped your arms around his waist, and grin in appreciation at the cheeky youngest. He would protest at first, and then relent as you shower him with kisses.
After your clients came to take their dogs back, you would stay on the beach with your family, lying on the sand while watching the stars above, and competing in finding constellations, as well as suggesting what the stars look like-almost like what you did when you were cloud watching.
Later that night, as you lay on the sand with him snuggled in your arms, your youngest child in between you and the oldest acting as a very warm pillow, you knew you could never wish for a better family.
And Dog Walking
This is my first try in writing a story without dialogues. I had originally planned on including some dialogues, but later on, this turned out to be one without them.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this :D the children being talked about are the dogs, in case you’re wondering :3
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
A/N: this happens AFTER Starcrossed, so Jae is now a cook, and Yunho is a dog trainer. They live in Jeju, in a small house/cottage near the beach :3
I still haven’t found my own style yet, if you notice, and am still experimenting with a lot of different writing styles, until I find one I am comfortable with :D I really hope this one is fluffy without being cheesy…
Sunset Beach
It had only been weeks since you found him, and got him to move in with you, although you know full well of his strong dislike of canines (and almost all other pets in general-he has never been an animal lover). To you, however, it felt like it had been years, like things had changed over a long period of time, while in actuality they happened rapidly.
The wooden cottage you always came back to now seemed more like a home. A place where you could do nothing and just relax in the presence of your family-your true family, who could give you that sense of contentedness, security, and protectiveness, the want to protect them.
You had helped him to forget his fear of animals; and although he still disliked them, he never minded having your dogs sitting on his lap or running around his feet, waiting to be fed, just like little children. His cousin had moved to a cottage nearby, and you swore you’d never seen him this happy before.
You received a letter from Dr. Go yesterday, asking small details about your life now. You assured him everything was going according to plan, and that both your families had lost track of you, and gave up. You also told him that he was a great cook, and that it was a pity Dr. Go never got to taste his cooking before they moved.
That was the second change. You used to prefer food you buy at the cafeteria, refusing to eat the dishes prepared by your maids. Now, you would never trade his homemade dishes with anything, not even food from five-star restaurants. And you could tell your children felt the same too.
The third change was that you two spent less and less time at work, although you didn’t stop completely. You were happy enough with two children, and decided to only accept jobs if they don’t require you to take the dogs home. He, on the other hand, would always try to make the time to prepare food for you and the children.
It was in the afternoon when you proposed the idea of going dog-walking at the beach, bringing along your two children and the dogs that you are asked to look after for the day. He seemed reluctant at first, but after being given puppy-eyed looks (both figuratively and almost literally), he gave in.
After all, he was, is, and always will be a good mother who would do anything to please his family.
The walk was pleasant, the two of you walking bare-footed while the dogs padded happily in front, tails wagging excitedly. They barked when they wanted you to walk faster, and you would take his hand in yours, and dragged him along with you to catch up with those sneaky little ones.
They came to a stop as sudden as they had broke out into a run, and you found yourself tripping over them, landing in a heap in front of them, with him on top of you. You would laugh at him, brushing off the small particles of sand that stuck onto his hair, and kiss the corner of his lips, causing him to blush in a brilliant shade of red.
The dogs would then bark excitedly, getting your attention at them before they motioned at the setting sun. Dogs weren’t called clever animals for nothing, you mused, as you watched the sun cast a yellow-orange glow on the sea water, and on the previously bluish sky.
When the dogs were captivated with the scene, you would sneak a glance at your wife, and watch how he glowed in the light, his eyes twinkling in amazement and happiness. You would then plant a chaste kiss on his lips, catching him off-guard and getting him to whine at you while hitting you playfully.
Your youngest child would then jump onto his back, startling him and sending him tumbling forward into your arms. You then wrapped your arms around his waist, and grin in appreciation at the cheeky youngest. He would protest at first, and then relent as you shower him with kisses.
After your clients came to take their dogs back, you would stay on the beach with your family, lying on the sand while watching the stars above, and competing in finding constellations, as well as suggesting what the stars look like-almost like what you did when you were cloud watching.
Later that night, as you lay on the sand with him snuggled in your arms, your youngest child in between you and the oldest acting as a very warm pillow, you knew you could never wish for a better family.
And Dog Walking
This is my first try in writing a story without dialogues. I had originally planned on including some dialogues, but later on, this turned out to be one without them.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this :D the children being talked about are the dogs, in case you’re wondering :3