[FIC] Red Sin
Title: Red Sin
Author: yuniquekimchi
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Length: Chaptered
Genre: Incest, romance, angst, smut
Summary: When you commit a sin, there are things you can do to be forgiven, things you can do to forget.
But what if the sin runs in your blood?
Chapters: [Prologue] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9]
“The love that lasts the longest is the love that can never be.”
Waking up with his son curled up next to him was both amazing and scary. Their faces were inches apart, their stale breaths mingling as the sun shot its rays through the blinds. As if time had stopped, Yunho traced his son’s jawline with the tips of his fingers. Even though he was his son, his own flesh, blood and genes, Jaejoong didn’t look anything like him. Yunho’s face was smaller, his nose was slimmer and his jawline was sharper. Jaejoong, on the other hand, he would put heaven’s angels to shame. It was as if he had been molded from everyone’s wishes and desires.
A half-hearted smile spread across the older man’s face. Even though Jaejoong was his… he still felt like he wasn’t.
The blonde smiled in his sleep, giggling a little when Yunho started tugging gently on his long locks.
“I know our love might have been fractured a couple of times, but never has it been broken.”
The brunette slowly got out of bed, tucking his son in before he looked at his watch. He was already three hours late for work, meaning Jaejoong was also late for school, but instead of waking him, he decided to let him rest.
Even though it worried him to no end that his wife hadn’t contacted him, he knew that if she hadn’t already filed for a divorce, he sure as hell would. Seoin had crossed the line, and he didn’t care if she came at him with claws and fangs, he would do anything to protect his son. He would walk through hell itself to protect him.
Would there even be a custody battle? Did she even want her son to be with her? Or was he just a nuisance to her?
The mere though had Yunho clenching his fists, his entire body tensing up. His chest ached with concern… and something else.
And he knew exactly what it was, but he dared not mention its name.
He started feeling faint, as if something or someone was drinking from his soul. He decided he needed some fresh air; he needed to clear his mind. Opening a window, the cool breeze that blew across his face just felt like a smack of reality.
Yunho looked up at the sky, and even though he didn’t believe in God, he just needed someone to talk to. He took a deep breath, blinking to let a single tear escape.
Before he could say anything, he bit his lip and closed the window. He was so ashamed, the words could not leave his heart, not pass through his lips, not be heard by his own ears. Just thinking about it made his stomach turn, but his heart flutter. His heart didn’t cooperate with him at all, and he wanted to rip it out of his chest and lock it up forever. Bury it somewhere it could never be found.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
Yunho tried to collect his thoughts and remember that he was the boy’s father, before he turned around, smiling at the sleepyhead standing
by the bedroom door.
“I thought I would let you rest. How are you feeling?”
“Okay, I guess. You?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Jaejoong tried to rub the sleep from his eyes, yawning and moaning in the process.
“You’re really not a morning person.”
“Yeah, I get that from you.”
Of course he did. He was his son after all. His son. His child.
Yunho shook his head, massaging his temples.
“Are you okay? You look… sad.”
“I’m okay, I’m just a bit tired.”
The blonde grabbed his father’s hand, guiding him towards the couch.
“Sit down.”
“What?”
“Sit down, and I’ll give you a massage. Changmin showed me a technique that will make you relax in an instant.”
He did as he was told, closing his eyes as Jaejoong stood behind the couch, unbuttoning two of his shirt buttons.
Tiny, cold hands moved across his shoulder blades, slowly moving towards his neck. He felt some pressure on his shoulders, but he had to admit it felt good. Too good.
Jaejoong moved his hands closer to his front, casually slipping them into his shirt. Yunho gasped and pulled away.
“S-Sorry. Your hands are just, uhm, cold.”
Jaejoong smiled and nodded. “Sorry about that,” he said before buttoning up his father’s shirt.
Yunho turned around, sitting on his knees. He wanted to speak, but the look on Jaejoong’s face left him speechless.
“Jae?”
In the blink of an eye, their lips connected.
The forbidden love had finally broken its silence.
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Author: yuniquekimchi
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Length: Chaptered
Genre: Incest, romance, angst, smut
Summary: When you commit a sin, there are things you can do to be forgiven, things you can do to forget.
But what if the sin runs in your blood?
Chapters: [Prologue] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9]
“The love that lasts the longest is the love that can never be.”
Waking up with his son curled up next to him was both amazing and scary. Their faces were inches apart, their stale breaths mingling as the sun shot its rays through the blinds. As if time had stopped, Yunho traced his son’s jawline with the tips of his fingers. Even though he was his son, his own flesh, blood and genes, Jaejoong didn’t look anything like him. Yunho’s face was smaller, his nose was slimmer and his jawline was sharper. Jaejoong, on the other hand, he would put heaven’s angels to shame. It was as if he had been molded from everyone’s wishes and desires.
A half-hearted smile spread across the older man’s face. Even though Jaejoong was his… he still felt like he wasn’t.
The blonde smiled in his sleep, giggling a little when Yunho started tugging gently on his long locks.
“I know our love might have been fractured a couple of times, but never has it been broken.”
The brunette slowly got out of bed, tucking his son in before he looked at his watch. He was already three hours late for work, meaning Jaejoong was also late for school, but instead of waking him, he decided to let him rest.
Even though it worried him to no end that his wife hadn’t contacted him, he knew that if she hadn’t already filed for a divorce, he sure as hell would. Seoin had crossed the line, and he didn’t care if she came at him with claws and fangs, he would do anything to protect his son. He would walk through hell itself to protect him.
Would there even be a custody battle? Did she even want her son to be with her? Or was he just a nuisance to her?
The mere though had Yunho clenching his fists, his entire body tensing up. His chest ached with concern… and something else.
And he knew exactly what it was, but he dared not mention its name.
He started feeling faint, as if something or someone was drinking from his soul. He decided he needed some fresh air; he needed to clear his mind. Opening a window, the cool breeze that blew across his face just felt like a smack of reality.
Yunho looked up at the sky, and even though he didn’t believe in God, he just needed someone to talk to. He took a deep breath, blinking to let a single tear escape.
Before he could say anything, he bit his lip and closed the window. He was so ashamed, the words could not leave his heart, not pass through his lips, not be heard by his own ears. Just thinking about it made his stomach turn, but his heart flutter. His heart didn’t cooperate with him at all, and he wanted to rip it out of his chest and lock it up forever. Bury it somewhere it could never be found.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
Yunho tried to collect his thoughts and remember that he was the boy’s father, before he turned around, smiling at the sleepyhead standing
by the bedroom door.
“I thought I would let you rest. How are you feeling?”
“Okay, I guess. You?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Jaejoong tried to rub the sleep from his eyes, yawning and moaning in the process.
“You’re really not a morning person.”
“Yeah, I get that from you.”
Of course he did. He was his son after all. His son. His child.
Yunho shook his head, massaging his temples.
“Are you okay? You look… sad.”
“I’m okay, I’m just a bit tired.”
The blonde grabbed his father’s hand, guiding him towards the couch.
“Sit down.”
“What?”
“Sit down, and I’ll give you a massage. Changmin showed me a technique that will make you relax in an instant.”
He did as he was told, closing his eyes as Jaejoong stood behind the couch, unbuttoning two of his shirt buttons.
Tiny, cold hands moved across his shoulder blades, slowly moving towards his neck. He felt some pressure on his shoulders, but he had to admit it felt good. Too good.
Jaejoong moved his hands closer to his front, casually slipping them into his shirt. Yunho gasped and pulled away.
“S-Sorry. Your hands are just, uhm, cold.”
Jaejoong smiled and nodded. “Sorry about that,” he said before buttoning up his father’s shirt.
Yunho turned around, sitting on his knees. He wanted to speak, but the look on Jaejoong’s face left him speechless.
“Jae?”
In the blink of an eye, their lips connected.
The forbidden love had finally broken its silence.
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