| Fan Fiction |
by hydraheiress
Yoochun talked briefly about their race, glossing over the finer details to the part where he they had died. He related how Shinto had been increasingly growing in number, and how before they even learned of it - the first attack had already happened which resulted in their deaths. He spoke of the things that he had only known and experienced the past several weeks – of finding out his true heritage, meeting his brother again, hearing about Jaejoong and Yunho’s lives - their marriage, their parenthood – of how Jaejoong died in a trap set by the enemy and how Yunho had vowed to take his revenge.
To his credit, Seunghyun was a good listener - he actually remained quiet while Yoochun talked in low, urgent tones, the words falling from his lips like a summer rain. However, Seunghyun wore a disturbed expression on his face which was increasingly turning into a look of hysteria as he listened carefully to Yoochun’s words, observing his body language, weighing the grain of truth on the scales of probability that Yoochun wasn’t just playing a sick joke on him.
And as time went by, Seunghyun’s features slowly morphed into a look of frightening and sinking realization – a realization that was telling him that Yoochun indeed was telling the truth – no matter how absurd said truth had sounded.
When Yoochun paused to catch his breath, he watched his childhood friend faltering a few steps backward, hand clutching at his head, looking exceedingly overwrought. Yoochun mused about how it would be best if Seunghyun didn’t know the whole story that it was because of them why Shinto vampires came into existence. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
“You’re…” Seunghyun finally spoke, struggling to force the words of his mouth. “You’re… serious about this aren’t you?”
Yoochun nodded his head. “Hyung had warned me of telling you the truth. He didn’t think you could be trusted with our family’s secret.” Burrowing his hands into his jean’s pocket, Yoochun shrugged. “But knowing you, you’d probably stick to Jaejoong-hyung now that you’ve seen him again and it’s inevitable that sooner or later you’d notice the differences. I wanted to be honest with you Seunghyunnie ‘cause I still consider you a close friend. Besides Jaejoong-hyung, you were the only one I got along with when we were kids and I treasure what we shared.” he sighed. “Do I have any reason to doubt that friendship?”
“You’re not human.” he breathed, voice trembling. “All of you. Even Jaejoong-noona.” Yoochun inwardly flinched at the tone of the other’s voice. “This… this is a lot to take in.” The Shinso teen didn’t miss the way his friend was alarmingly turning pale and how his fingers shook as he raked them through his hair. “I don’t… Yoochunnie I need to think.”
Without another word, Seunghyun tore his gaze away as he practically sprinted towards Yunho’s previous team who were watching the exchange from a distance. Yoochun watched his friend run and got into the vehicle, barking at the rest to get a move on, all the while his thoughts racing. He wondered if he made the wrong choice.
--
“You’re spacing out again Chunnie.” Junsu’s voice broke him out of his thoughts and he struggled to get back to the present. Yoochun blinked and realized that his lover was peering into his eyes, eyebrows etched into a frown. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” was Yoochun’s immediate response as he reflexively tugged at the other’s arm and urged him to sit on his lap. Junsu obliged then circled his arms around Yoochun’s neck, burrowing his face on his shoulder. Yoochun let out a content sigh.
From inside the room a couple of squeals and dreamy sighs could be heard. But the YooSu couple ignored them. It was break time and there was not a teacher around just yet. Junsu and Yoochun could cuddle all they want if they wished. And there better not be anyone in the vicinity making any nasty remarks about their fucking bleeding homosexual prejudices because Yoochun sure as heck was getting fed up with the human world’s twisted way of thinking when it came to love.
It hurt him – them – Junsu and Changmin included – seeing their hyung-duel constantly craving to be with their son. And how they couldn’t do a bloody thing about the situation other than making house visits and sneaking into his school during breaks.
Yoochun also thought back to the guys in their class from last year whom he beat up so bad, they ended up getting confined in the hospital for two weeks. They shouted insults at him and Junsu for being sick fags. The bastards should be thankful that he didn’t know shit about his true heritage back then because the lot of them would’ve gotten into a comatose state.
“Chunnie, does the guy from last night…” Junsu trailed off, arms tightening around Yoochun’s frame as he buried his face on the other’s hair, biting at his lower lip to prevent the words from coming out. He was jealous and he couldn’t help it.
A small smile tugged at the corner of Yoochun’s mouth. “He was just a good friend Sunnie. There’s no need to get jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.” Junsu replied pouting, hearing Yoochun’s low chuckle by his ear. Okay, so maybe he was. “Fine, I lied.”
Yoochun drew back from the embrace and palmed Junsu’s cheek with both hands before leaning in and claiming his lips. When they broke apart, Yoochun naughtily grinned. “You’re so cute when you get jealous. Makes me want to ravish you all the more.” Junsu couldn’t fight the reciprocal grin from spreading on his face as he leaned down again and closed the gap between them. Their tongues met, fought, relented, and settled into a gentle exploration.
Changmin rolled his eyes at the giggling mass of classmates but he was smiling as he watched the pair. Cocking his head back, he turned his gaze outside the classroom window. A questioning frown creased Changmin’s forehead when he caught sight of his Jaejoong-hyung and Yunho-hyung following their Student Council’s Vice President towards the school parking lot.
It was then that his phone rang.
Fishing the cell from his pants, he looked at the caller’s name then placed it by his ear. “Hyung, where are you going?”
“Binnie’s school.” It was Jaejoong on the other line. Changmin looked back outside and saw his hyung-deul waving at him before Jaejoong’s voice filtered back to the receiver. “Tell Chun and Sunnie we’ll be absent for the rest of the day.”
“Wait, what are you going there for at this hour? I thought you only sneak visits at Binnie’s school during lunch breaks.”
“Parent’s day.” Jaejoong replied and Changmin caught sight of Jaejoong’s lip-thinned expression. “It’s Parent’s day today and… we need to be there Min. Heechul ah said that he’ll be helping us to “fit in” to the occasion – whatever that means.”
Warm understanding quickly dawned on the maknae’s face as he watched them get into - whom he could only guess was Heechul’s car. “I get it hyung. Well, I hope you have fun in there. I’ll tell Sunnie and Yoochun-hyung about it. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure to come up with a good excuse to tell the teachers for both your absences.”
“Thanks baby, you’re the best.” Jaejoong sweetly cooed when he heard Yunho’s scandalized ‘Yah, who the hell are you calling baby?’ in the background. Changmin snickered. “Yun, I’m just talking to Min. Sheesh. Hold down your horses mister.”
Shortly after, Yunho replied with an audible ‘Oh. Sorry, I thought… hey, what does horses got to do with anything?”
“It’s an expression.” Jaejoong replied, growing exasperation lacing every word. “Yun, I’m on the phone and Heechul’s looking at us through the car mirror. Heechul stop grinning.” a startled squeak. “Ah! Yun, what’s that hand doing in there?”
Changmin let out a low chuckle, knowing full well where his Yunho-hyung’s hand had landed. He gulped, vaguely wondering if he was turning into a pervert considering he instantly came to that conclusion. Changmin cleared his throat. “I have to go hyung. The next period is starting.” he informed to which Jaejoong replied by saying his goodbyes.
The maknae pushed the ‘call end’ button and sighed before turning his gaze again to the front of the class.
--
When Seunghyun arrived back at the headquarters, think was exactly what he did.
Yoochun’s words had never left his thoughts ever since they dispatched late last night. At first, he had been very happy upon finding Jaejoong and Yoochun again after all the years of separation. But then Yoochun had to tell him all those things!
Seunghyun had looked for any signs that his childhood friend was joking. But there was not an inkling of humor present in Yoochun’s eyes. He had looked very solemn, serious and extremely grave as he regarded him with a hardened expression.
Over the years, Seunghyun had been subjected to situations with varying degrees of messed up that he was sure there wasn’t a thing in the world that would surprise him anymore. But damn he was wrong. The hunter really was having a hard time trying to understand the rationale behind Yoochun’s story. It sounded too far-fetched – too impossible – too fucked up.
But when he actually thought more about it - for some reason - things seemed to click into place.
Seunghyun thought back to Jaejoong’s motherly attitude when they were kids which he now understood was because of the fact that he had indeed been a parent once before. He also came down to the conclusion that Yoochun’s nearly psychotic protectiveness towards Jaejoong was due to his close friendship with him in his past life and that seeing as he was Panther’s brother, Yoochun had a self appointed duty to always guard and protect his hyung’s most special person.
He remembered Panther’s misery filled gaze that night he saw him crying behind the organization’s building. He thought of Panther’s deep hatred for the Shinto race, the way he was so cold, so angry yet so broken at the same time. The way he tortured Shinto with that haunted, empty and expressionless eyes - like an empty shell, only existing but never living.
Nine-hundred years, Yoochun had told him. For nine-hundred years Panther had been alone, hoping everyday to see his family again, slowly and steadily dying and rotting inside whilst he continued to hunt Shinto and Blood Chinois alike.
Having heard about the extent of Yunho’s suffering and how he was able to live through the whole ordeal – of how he treasured his family – Jaejoong in particular – Seunghyun couldn’t help but respect and look up to him.
After much deliberate thinking, remembering every word, memory while pondering on the observations that he did last night, with still considerable amount of gawking and continuous shocked feelings of realization on the topic of his Jaejoong-noona’s heritage – there was only one obvious truth that clung to his heart. Even if they weren’t humans, hell, even if they somehow resembled Shinto in some aspects - he couldn't deny the fact that they were good people.
Very likely, more human than most.
Seunghyun let out a determined growl as he rose from his spot on the bed, noticing that the sun was already rising in the heavens through the small opened window. He hadn't slept at all last night. But after going through everything, Seunghyun finally came to a conclusion – he finally made up his mind. He needed to tell Yoochun that the friendship the three of them share – his, Jaejoong and Yoochun’s - will always be the most important thing in his life.
And nothing was going to change that.
--
After hearing much muffled frustrated growling, hissing and screaming, Heechul finally emerged from the fitting room with a murderous look in his eyes. His hair was sticking up in all different directions and his clothes were rumpled and wrinkled. Yunho frowned upon seeing the other’s state and was about to say something when Heechul’s gaze snapped to his. “He’s ready.”
“What happened to you?”
“Ask your husband. It took me a couple of hexes…” Yunho’s expression turned cold upon hearing the words. “I didn’t hex him to hurt him. It was just a simple body bind.” Heechul assured. “He refuses to wear the clothes. I had to resort to something.” Giving Yunho a once over, clad in the suit that he instructed him to wear, Heechul nodded approvingly. “You’ll need glasses to complete the young executive slash awesome dad look.” he said, then added. I’ve concocted a voice changing potion for Jaejoong-sshi. It’ll work in a few minutes. The effects will wear out after the span of twelve hours. Wait here, I’ll be right back.”
And with that Heechul was gone. Yunho watched him go, shrugged and opened the door to the large fitting room. The minute the Shinso prince had fully let his body slip inside, he effectively froze in his steps, eyes landing on the beauty in front of him.
A pair of onyx orbs met his through the mirror and Jaejoong blushed.
Yunho’s lips quirked into a smile as he approached him. Stopping a few feet behind, Yunho appreciatively raked his eyes along Jaejoong’s frame. His gaze roamed and rested upon the classy feminine jeans that clung to Jaejoong’s thighs and legs, to the skirt trench coat that fitted and accentuated his waist and hips. The long silky strands of hair, the barely visible make up that made his skin glow – the mascara that made his eyes sparkle and the lipstick’s shade of red that made his kissable lips that much more kissable.
Yunho was having difficulty not to stare. It was surreal seeing him in women’s garments. The only time that Yunho saw him wear anything remotely feminine was when Jaejoong had been pregnant of their son. The court had advised Yunho and Jaejoong that it was best for the royal couple next to the throne to produce an heir as early as possible. Jaejoong’s body had been changed to a female’s physique back then when an ensuring ritual had been performed by the kingdom’s royal physician.
And now seeing Jaejoong looking like his female form, Yunho was struck with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia, blissful memories infiltrating his thoughts from when Jaejoong had been pregnant. Yunho loved those months that he and Jaejoong were always at each other’s side. He recalled feeling his son’s first kick and Jaejoong’s beautiful laugh when Yunho began to talk to his unborn child, ear pressed against Jaejoong’s belly, the moment flooding his heart with so much love and happiness.
Suddenly, a contemplative look settled into Yunho’s eyes.
Watching his husband frowning at himself in the mirror, Yunho realized that Jaejoong’s female and male appearances didn’t really differ much. Though Jaejoong was male through and through, the way he looked could definitely fool anyone into thinking that he was a woman, and hopefully, a young mother.
It was the aura that he emitted. And this might just work.
“You think this’ll work?” Jaejoong tentatively asked as he went about examining his hair extensions. “It’s kinda strange having long hair again.” he softly murmured then gazed at the reflection on the mirror. “Well, I guess it doesn’t look so bad.”
Yunho stood behind his back and circled his arms around Jaejoong’s waist, smiling. “Male or female, you’re always beautiful.”
Jaejoong snorted, rolling his eyes. “I prefer being male, Yun. I was born male.”
Yunho pursed his lips as if in thought. “Honestly, you don’t really look much different from your female form anyway.”
The Shinso heir gave his reflection another scrutinizing look before letting out a resigned breath. “I’m just thankful that despite me looking like a woman in this get up, I’m still male underneath with my precious bits intact… unlike the last time.”
But of course, Jaejoong’s small bitterness at having to give up his masculinity for the next several months - flew out the window when he finally gave birth and held his son in his arms. Watching Yunho fuss over them both had also been worth it.
Yunho’s lips touched his neck and Jaejoong melted into his embrace. However, there was that nagging feeling in his chest. The fact that his husband’s modeling photos just came out the day before - he mused that some of the parents in Binnie’s school or relatives might perhaps realize who Yunho was. Jaejoong could only hope that he didn’t end up inflicting bodily harm on anyone drooling over his husband. Not that Jaejoong could blame them. Yunho after all, looked devastatingly husband in his suit.
“I’m kind of nervous to how Binnie will react.” Yunho said, voicing out his troubles. “I hope he doesn’t freak out or anything.”
“No, he won’t” Jaejoong assured, rubbing a thumb on the hands that held him. “He knows who we really are deep inside his heart. I believe in our son, Yun. He’s getting there and I know it’ll only be a matter of time before he fully understands.” Jaejoong frowned then cleared his throat, when he realized that his voice had gotten a bit high-pitched. “It’s changing already?”
“Chullie said the potion will work after a few minutes.” Yunho grinned. “I never thought I’d get to hear that voice again.”
Jaejoong reached out a hand towards Yunho and playfully smacked him in the head. “Shut up.” he muttered in his female voice, earning an amused chuckle from his husband who only held him tighter in his embrace. “I think we better leave now.”
Yunho nodded and withdrew his hold on Jaejoong’s waist, settling into entwining their fingers instead. On their way out, Heechul met them as he handed Yunho the pair of glasses that he promised and the keys to his car, saying something about needing to work on the technicalities of the spell and reminding Yunho that they better be back to the mansion at exactly eight.
“Wow, you both definitely look the part. Good luck.” he applauded in approval before ushering them outside.
--
Yunho didn’t like how the fucking guards were checking out his 'wife'. Fucking bastards didn’t have any decency at all. And here he thought that it would make things easier for him and Jaejoong to act more like a couple in public with their disguises considering they appeared ‘normal’ now - being a man and woman to be precise. But turned out he was wrong.
Because it only made things infuriatingly worse – especially for him. Jaejoong made a gorgeous female that much was obvious. And to his frustration, the male population of the school, teachers included along with the high school department’s teenage boys who kept yelling “Noona, will you come on a date with me?” when they passed by their building, kept giving Jaejoong hungry looks as they made their way towards the venue where the Parent’s Day celebration was currently taking place.
They were wearing their wedding rings for pity’s sake.
But it didn’t seem like anyone cared that they were supposed to be ‘married’, ‘parents’ and still very much ‘inlove’.
Beside him, Jaejoong too was trying to keep calm from all the fangirls squealing at a distance.
Right. The result of his stupidity. The modeling pictures, how could he forget?
When they arrived at the school gymnasium, Jaejoong and Yunho’s eyes instantly zeroed in on their son. The sight practically broke their heart. “Oh god, Yun. He’s just sitting there. Alone.” Jaejoong worriedly murmured, clutching at his chest.
Yunho held Jaejoong’s hand, not wasting a moment’s breath before taking long strides towards their son’s lonely form.
--
Moonbin sat in solitude on the lowest steps of the school gymnasium’s stands, eyes stinging with tears, feeling devastating sadness and loneliness coil itself around his heart like an iron grip. A choked sob escaped his throat.
Hearing every merry laughter, cheerful giggles, excited screams and yells coming from his schoolmate’s lips - the loving and gentle words of encouragement that the parents sent their children as they participated in the games that the faculty had prepared for that day’s celebration - felt like multiple stab wounds to the heart. They painfully reminded Moonbin of the bitter reality.
“Umma. Appa.” he brokenly muttered under his breath, unable to fight the tears from falling any longer.
Hugging his knees to his chest, Moonbin cried in silence, desperately trying to tune out the happiness that was surrounding him - choking him - making it hard for him to breath. What was the point of attending the stupid celebration anyway? His parents were dead (not that the whole school actually knew about that) and the only two people that he hoped to be there couldn’t even come. Because as much as he wanted them to attend, he knew it wasn’t possible. Moonbin barely understood it himself - this painful heartache and confusion of wanting and needing them to be his real parents.
He guessed he was a terrible son. He missed his Umma and Appa yes, but he found himself missing his hyung-duel so much more.
And how messed up was that?
The young child buried his head further against his knees and sobbed. Completely unaware of the two approaching figures briskly walking towards him with their faces painted with worry and concern, Moonbin continued to wallow in his pain. He was too busy feeling sorry for himself that it didn’t quickly registered to him that gentle hands had landed on his arm.
When the hands began to softly caress his back, the child gasped, eyes widening at the familiar touch. Looking up, twin warm gazes met his and for a moment, Moonbin forgot to breathe - until finally, Jaejoong softly said his name. “Binnie. We’re here.”
Moonbin’s eyes brimmed with tears as he looked back and forth between his Yunho-hyung and Jaejoong-hyung. - especially his Jaejoong-hyung. Jaejoong’s voice sounded different but for some reason he could’ve sworn he had heard that tone before. “Umma.” he breathed and Moonbin thought that he did look like a mother. His hair was long and he was wearing clothes that shouldn’t be worn by a hyung. He saw faint traces of make up on Jaejoong’s face but instead of thinking that it was weird, his thoughts immediately went to the conclusion that Jaejoong was the most beautiful person in the whole world.
Jaejoong crouched before him and began to talk in low hushed tones. “We heard from your Seulgi-noona that it was parent’s day today Binnie. We, we know that you probably miss your Umma and Appa and we wanted to come and cheer you up. But we also knew that the guards wouldn’t allow us to - well, we had to disguise ourselves so they would let us inside the school.”
Tears flooded Moonbin’s eyes, choked sobs escaping his throat as he listened to every word, dawning realization sinking in. They disguised themselves as parents? So that they could cheer him up? His hyung-deul - always caring for him, thinking of him and loving him. He saw it in every gentle glance, felt it in every soothing caress and heard it in every word that came out of their mouth. They even went to the trouble of dressing up as parents just so they could be with him on this supposed happy occasion. He needed them to be there and then there they were. God, he loved them so much! Why couldn't they just be his real Umma and Appa?
In a heartbeat, Moonbin flung his arms and wrapped them around Jaejoong’s frame, burying his face into his shoulders and wept. “Umma, I was so sad and lonely and I missed you and Appa and I just…” he trailed off, feeling sobs blocking his throat.
Jaejoong held him tighter and shushed by his ear. “Shhh, shh… its fine baby. It’s okay. Umma and Appa are here alright?”
Seeing the exchange between his son and his husband, clenched at Yunho’s heart. He tugged at Moonbin’s hand which had the young boy letting his hold on Jaejoong go as he jumped next into his arms. “Baby, don’t cry, its okay now. We’re here.” Yunho softly coaxed, eyes traveling back to Jaejoong who smiled at them as he began to run soothing circles on their son's trembling form.
Shortly after, Moonbin drew back from the embrace, his sobs slowly abating. “I’m… I'm sorry, I didn’t... didn't mean to...to cry.”
Yunho and Jaejoong reached out and began to wipe the tears from their son’s face. “You don’t have to apologize.” Jaejoong softly said. “It just that, it makes us worry to see you crying that’s all. We just don’t want seeing you sad baby.”
“Your umma’s right.” Yunho supplied lovingly. “Cheer up Binnie. This is a happy event. I think its better that we enjoy it, hm?”
Moon stared at them for a while. His Yunho-hyung’s smile was contagious and Moonbin couldn’t help but smile in return. They were right. They were with him now. He didn’t have any reason to be sad anymore. “Yeah, you’re right Appa.” Moonbin sniffed, the words naturally falling from his lips as they should be. He turned his gaze to Jaejoong with his smile. “Umma.” he said, overpowering love and affection bursting within his heart. They always made him happy, their very presence alone - suddenly, Moonbin blinked, fully noticing Jaejoong’s appearance for the first time, his gaze widening. Reaching out both hands, Moonbin held Jaejoong’s face, mixed awe and realization flashing in his eyes. “Umma, you… you look exactly like… like in my drawings.”
Twin hopeful expressions reflected in Jaejoong and Yunho’s eyes. “Like that drawing you have of me being a noona?”
Moonbin nodded. But then a sudden jolt of electric current pierced through his brain. He grimaced. Clutching a hand to his head, the boy screwed his eyes shut, faltering in his steps - the pain in his head threatening to make him loose his footing.
“Binnie?” Jaejoong and Yunho’s hands were instantly on his body, catching him mid-fall. “What’s wrong?”
“It… it’s alright.” Moonbin blanched when the pain intensified. “Argh, that hurts.” He grunted, developing the strongest urge to bang his head on the nearest flat surface he could find. But then instantly, just as fast it came, the ache slowly began to subside. The boy blinked in relief and was immediately met with the worried looks of his hyung-deul. “It’s gone. I’m fine.”
“What was that about?” Yunho asked, concern dripping in his voice. “Are you sure you’re not hurting anymore?”
“I’m fine Appa. It just… it just comes and goes. Sometimes, I see some things inside my head then get real bad headaches. But… but it’s not that I have brain tumor or anything.” he quickly assured, having remembered the distraught expressions on his Uncle and Auntie’s faces when they somehow came to the conclusion that he was ill because of the headaches.
He already figured, judging from how fast he healed that he was the last person in their family to get sick.
There was that look again. The exchange of glances that his hyung-deul always sent to each other every time he mentioned something about his dreams and seeing things in his head. Maybe they were thinking he was psycho, he alarmingly thought.
“What… what kind of things do you see?” And maybe they were right. Everything he had been seeing so far could only come down to the conclusion that he was indeed loosing his mind. He really wanted to tell them but he was scared at the same time that they might not like him anymore after he was done imparting to them how he always dreamed of them as his parents, of seeing familiar looking places that he had never been to before and all kinds of impossible things. “Binnie, you can tell us anything you know that right? You don’t have to be afraid. Just tell us whatever it is that's bothering you. Maybe we can help.”
He should just tell them. Tell them! They already assured that it was completely alright, right? Maybe they could help. But how? Unless they told him they were indeed his parents and that they used to live in a place with talking trees and weird looking animals because so far that was the message he was getting from his dreams – then no, there was nothing they could do.
Moonbin wasn’t willing to ruin this day just because of his stupid dreams. They came for him to have fun and that’s exactly what he was going to do. He wouldn’t risk telling them the things that he saw. He feared for how they would react.
“I might tell you one day. But not right now please.” Moonbin pleaded. “I just want to enjoy Parent’s Day with you.”
Jaejoong and Yunho gazed at each other, common understanding passing between them. If their son wasn’t ready to face the truth just yet, they would patiently continue to wait. Letting out a deep sigh, the Shinso couple nodded then smiled.
“Of course.” Jaejoong said, raking fingers through Moonbin’s hair. “That’s the reason why we came here after all.”
Yunho grinned and squatted down on the floor, urging for his son to hop on his back. “So, how’s a carnival sound like?”
Moonbin’s eyes widened in excitement. “A carnival?”
The couple had of course already planned out what they were going to do for the rest of that day an hour ago. Spending Parent’s Day with the other parents was such a boring idea. Yunho had always seen carnivals but had never been inside one - since he never showed any interest in such trivial matters before considering that he was too busy drowning in his sorrow. But he could actually do it now, with his son and his husband – on parent’s day! The very thought flooded his heart with joy.
“Yes, a carnival.” Jaejoong replied and gestured for his son to get on Yunho’s back. “You better let Appa carry you or he’s seriously going to sulk about it if you don’t.” he joked, a hand covering at his mouth as he let out an amused chuckle.
Moonbin was only happy to comply while Jaejoong went about to carry his son’s bag for him. Moonbin smiled down at Jaejoong turning a beet shade of red at finally being able to properly look at his appearance. “Umma, you’re very pretty.”
Jaejoong smiled back then leaned up to place a soft kiss on his cheek to which Moonbin was too giddy to receive. “Why thank you baby. I’m sure your Appa thinks so too.” Jaejoong said, turning to his husband, playfully batting eyelashes at him. “Right, Yun?”
Yunho grinned, adjusting Moonbin’s body securely on his back before lifting his right hand to pull Jaejoong’s mouth to his. Jaejoong’s eyes widened, gaze resting on his son who was watching the exchange with a surprised look. He quickly broke the kiss and was about to explain to Moonbin what just he saw when his surprised expression melted into a look of warm understanding.
The Shinso prince for his part seemed to freeze. Damn, he forgot that his son knew that his Jaejoong-hyung wasn’t really female underneath the clothes. Great, how were they going to explain this? “Binnie... I... we...” he stammered.
Moonbin leaned down by his ear, a gentle smile present on his lips. “I understand it Appa.” he said then gazed back at Jaejoong. “You love… Jaejoong-umma like how my Umma and Appa loved each other right?” From what he was brought up to believe, boys shouldn’t kiss boys. It was wrong. But surprisingly he didn’t care at all when he saw his hyung-deul kiss.
Actually, it gave him a calm, serene feeling in his heart. He couldn’t quite grasp the meaning of it but… to him, they fitted.
“You’re… you’re okay it? With us kissing? Being like this? It… you don’t think its wrong?” Jaejoong stammered, barely able to contain the happiness in his heart. And when his eyes darted to Yunho’s own, he saw the happiness in there as well.
“No, I don’t think it is.” Moonbin softly replied. “When two people love each other that is the only thing that matters right? Uncle and Auntie said boys shouldn’t kiss boys because it’s wrong but…” he paused, then chewed on his bottom lip as if something great was weighing on his mind. “Seeing you kiss… it doesn’t look wrong to me. Umma you love Appa too, right?”
“Yes Binnie. I love your Yunho-appa very much.” Jaejoong answered, eyes filled with emotion.
“I love your Jaejoong-umma just as much too Binnie.”
Pride filled Moonbin’s heart at seeing such beautiful smiles adorning his hyung-deul’s lips. “It’s all good then.” he declared, circling his arms tighter around Yunho’s neck then giggled. “Umma, your voice sounds weird.”
Jaejoong blinked, a surprised chuckle coming out of his mouth at the sudden remark. And just like that the atmosphere brightened several notches higher. “Well, I really couldn’t do anything about that right now. But it should be gone by tomorrow.” Ruffling his son’s hair, he continued. “I think we should leave. We wouldn’t wanna miss out on the rides now would we?”
“I want to ride on the ferris wheel!” Moonbin exclaimed, arm surging forward as if in a battle cry.
Yunho was actually excited to be on the rides too. “Of course.” he cheerily replied as they began their pace.
“Appa, I want ice cream. You will buy me ice cream right?”
“Ice-cream it is.”
“Chocolate?”
“You know it.”
“Yey!” Moonbin hollered and planted a kiss on Yunho’s temple, squealing happily.
Jaejoong covered his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to suppress his hearty laughs. His husband and son’s excitement were so contagious that his jaws were starting to hurt from smiling so much. And the fact that Moonbin was surprisingly so accepting of their relationship despite being brought up to believe the human world’s prejudices filled him with utmost gladness.
“Excuse me are you Moonbin’s parents?” A male teacher asked, seemingly coming out of nowhere. Jaejoong turned and instantly came face to face with the owner of the voice. The teacher blinked and the smile on Yunho’s lips immediately faltered upon noticing the intense staring. Yunho cleared his throat as the male directed his eyes towards him this time.
“Teacher-Siwon.” Moonbin called out. “It’s fine. They’re my Umma and Appa. They’re just fetching me to go to the carnival.”
Siwon, ‘the teacher’ blinked again before gaving Yunho and Jaejoong a surprised look. “A carnival? You’re not going to participate in the games inside the school?" When all he got was a heavy stare, Siwon cleared his throat. "Oh right, sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name’s Choi Siwon. I’m your son’s homeroom teacher. I just started a week ago so I haven’t really coordinated or known most of my student’s parents yet.” he explained, all the while eyes glued to the beautiful smaller female.
Why was the bastard staring at his Jaejoongie? “Well, it’s nice to meet you. But we have to get going. I personally think that my son would enjoy the outdoors more. And I’m sure that my son and my wife shares the same sentiment.” Yunho drawled.
“Teacher, I want to go to the carnival.” Moonbin pressed on, lower lip jutting out. “Please?”
Siwon regarded them for a moment before letting out a long sigh. “Well, I guess since you’re with your parents its fine.” He said then turned to Yunho and smirked. “I never would’ve thought that one of my student’s father would turn out to be a famous model. I believe the rest of the female faculty members are eyeing you hungrily this very moment.”
Cocking his head back, he gestured at the huddle of female teachers staring at them. “The fact that you’re married doesn't seem to hinder them from drooling after you however.” he dramatically sighed before looking at Jaejoong. “And I believe your wife has quite a handful of male admirers already…” he said, raking his eyes up and down Jaejoong’s figure. “…myself included.”
Yunho deemed it best to leave before he managed to kill the flirting sonofabitch. “Jaejoongie, let’s go.” he said, right arm quickly closing around Jaejoong’s wrist possessively as they resumed their steps. Jaejoong decided that the teacher was creepy.
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“Your friends are very interesting Heechul hyung, especially the Jaejoong guy. But his voice sounded that of woman. That’s because of your potion recipe I’d take it?” Siwon reflexively pulled the phone a few inches away from his ear.
Heechul was shouting at the other line. “Siwon, what the hell did you do to them?”
“Why do you always have to come to the conclusion that I ‘did’ something to them?" Siwon complained, a bit annoyed. "I was merely observing. You know, Yunho didn’t seem to be such a bad guy. And they have a son… the kid that I saw jump off the building rooftop a few weeks ago. How... peculiar because the last time I checked, men didn’t give birth.”
“Siwon, keep away from their son. If you as much as pull a hair out of his head, they won’t thick twice of killing you.”
BINGO! “So, the kid really was their son ei?”
Heechul's aggravated curse floated through the receiver. “Shit!”
The younger man sighed. “Don’t worry about it Heechul-hyung. Their secret is safe with me. You do realize that if you get caught and they get caught then I get caught. I’m just keeping tabs on them and making sure they don’t get found out by the others. And I certainly don't want you getting into trouble either.”
“Siwon.” Heechul’s voice spoke epic volumes of concern. “They’re good people. They’re not monsters like how the church makes them out to be. Please, don’t do anything that could potentially hurt them. I… they’re important to me. They're my friends."
All humor left Siwon's body as he felt a short stabbing pain in his chest, mood suddenly getting dark upon hearing Heechul's words. He released the call without a word, his jaws clenching. He hated this! Hated how Heechul treated them with such importance. Hated the fact that Heechul seemed to like them better than how Heechul liked him.
And he couldn’t do a bleeding thing about his fucking dilemma. Because he knew that if he hurt those that Heechul considered friends, it didn't matter if they were Shinso, he was going to end up hurting him too. And the last thing he wanted to do was hurt him. But then there was also his obligation to the church. What was he supposed to do?
'Dammit! Just make up on whose side you're on, you fucking bastard!' Siwon mentally berated at himself then sulked.
TBC
I know it's a depressing time for us YunJae fangirls so maybe people aren't really into reading fics and checking DBSK news at the moment but still, comments are loved and will be appreciated. I fervently hope DBSK will be able to pull this through and that in the end they'll alwyays be forever FIVE! *cheers for the boys*
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Note: http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af256/kimjaedin/435347_Fabulous_Beige_Asym_Hem_Line.jpg?t=1259668399 <--- is the attire that JJ wore.
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Feedback Section:
emerald5: Yun's pretty calm about it, JJ however kept screaming at Chullie. LOL!
annne85: Soohyon is merely a host, a body that Nerva is occupying. (The real Soohyon is dormant, sleeping in the corner of her mind) Nope, no worries about it. Nerva is Moonbin's guardian (like I said she was the queen's familiar) She's actually just making sure that the royal family get to spend as much as time with each other. Moonbin's happiness and safety is her top priority after all. The queen had tied Nerva to her grandchild before she died in the massacre.
Personally, I'm getting sick with the stupid attempts of SME to make DBSK appear like ungrateful brats. Then there was the scandal about JJ dating a gravure model who has one heck of a reputation when it came to men. *snorts* Fucking wankers just wouldn't give it a rest. The boys only want fair income and fair treatment. But they refuse to give it to them. Guess it's inevitable though. I swear, SME are worse than vampires. Damn slave drivers.
Wasur3naid3: LOL! Yunyun isn't happy about it either, that's why there's the duplication spell. hehehe. I hope I do get a break from work too, it's making it harder for me to gather my thoughts about the story because my mindset is always divided and most of the times I always think about the stress of my job T.T Oh well, I'll just have to deal with it I guess.
Serenity: I really don't know what to say other than... be strong bb. I have no idea how serious H1N1 can be so I have no insights on the matter but just hang in tehre okay? And the government better do something about the situation. God, from how you described it, it would seem that they don't give a shit at all. Bastards. *huggles you*