| Fan Fiction |
by tftcproductions
The sun flooded in like a spot light when Jaejoong pulled back the curtain on the window. He looked warmly into the light before a voice brought him away.
"Jaejoong-ah?" Tiffany called, a worried expression peeking out from behind the tray of food she was holding. "What do you want me to do with this, we are almost out of room on the deck's table!"
"That's one of the last dishes so just put it on the table. It should be okay." Jaejoong answered her hesitantlessly.
The girl's face lit up and she nodded, turning around to take the food away. Jaejoong turned back to the opened cookbook before him. The yellowed pages were covered in pictures, typed instructions, and neatly scrawled notes from Ms. Jung. He ran his fingers over the aged paper, letting the delicacy of the item soak in to his fingertips.
"Jaejoong," a soft voice whispered close to Jaejoong's ear. Two warm arms wrapped around the mans apron clad waist, securing themselves like a belt, and a soft chin rested on his shoulder.
"Yunho," Jaejoong whispered back, letting his head fall back onto the others. Yunho's hands shifted intimacy and his mouth opened to speak, but his words were interrupted.
"Umma!, Appa!" A squeaky voice called into the kitchen, the heavy pitter-patter of feet stopping behind the couple. "Look what Uncle Yoochun gave me for my birthday!" The little boy struggled to hold up a puppy almost the same size as him in his chubby arms. The dog yelped and its pointed white ears twitched as Jaejoong and Yunho looked at him. Yoochun came in then, a smirk on his face and his hands in his pockets.
"Surprise," he laughed. Jaejoong and Yunho couldn't help but love them both.
The three watched as the puppy reached around to lick the little boy on his face, earning a high pitched laugh from the boy. "What are you going to name it?" Yunho asked.
The boy looked up from the puppy and smiled. "Xiahki!" The boy giggled.
The three other men laughed but nodded. "That's a wonderful name for him, Junsu." Jaejoong smiled. The little boy beamed proudly and cuddled the soft white puppy to his face.
Yoochun sighed and excused himself from the room, heading to the back door where the rest of the group and the food was waiting. Yunho released Jaejoong's slender wast and went to the little boys side.
"Do you want to go outside and play with him a bit?" He suggested, leaning down and petting the puppy between his upright ears.
"Yeah! Lets go, Appa!" the boy exclaimed, pulling at Yunho's arm so they could go faster. "I want to play on the tire swing too!"
Yunho's smile wavered. "Are you sure that swing is safe, it's a little old-"
"It will be fine, Yunho," Jaejoong interrupted, smiling at the boy.
"Yeah, Appa! Umma says we can! Now lets go, go, go~!"
"Okay, okay," Yunho laughed, standing up so the boy's hold on his arm released. "I'll be out in a second, wait for me." The boy nodded and took the puppy outside.
Yunho looked back to Jaejoong, who in standing before a stove and dressed in simple cooking attire still resembled an angel under the crack of soft blue sky from the window.
"You look beautiful," Yunho awed.
Jaejoong's cheeks dusted pink. "Just go out and play with your son, Appa." He grinned.
Yunho turned but with only a few steps to the door he was brought back by the city boy's voice
"Wait, Yunho!" Jaejoong called.
Yunho turned. "What is it, Joongie?" he asked.
Jaejoong opened his mouth, then closed it. His teeth bit down into the soft flesh of his lip.
"Well what is it?" Yunho asked again.
"I..." Jaejoong looked up, his teeth releasing the tender flesh. "I love you, Jung Yunho." He smiled.
Yunho's face lit up at the words and he stepped back to the smiling man. "Ha, was that all?" he smirked. "Well, I love you too, Jung Jaejoong."
And then the country boy leaned down to capture the soft pink rose petal lips of the blushing city boy.
the sky? it's beautiful blue, is it our symbol? does it represent our hearts?
or is it blood? the soft liquid that comes from pain and sins... would that describe us better?
i don't know...
i will never really know...
but either way...
i'm happy being whatever we are.
either if were wrong, or right, it doesn't matter to me.
back then...
I thought I was weak, and I thought I was strong,
I knew I was lost, and truly alone,
I didn't believe in love,
but...
Then There Was You.
and all that matters to me is you...
A/N: I'm going to cry. This is so emotional for me. The ending to my first fanfiction. Well not really my first, but the first one that ended. This is just... really I have no words. I just loved every moment of writing this, even though it seemed more work then pleasure at times, I still loved it. Thank you all, Saranghae!
RE-comments:
I.Me.Myself<3 - I think he deserved more too, but being shot by the person you were fighting for is enough for now. i'm sorry, but this is the end. Thank you so much for reading :].
loveintheicexxx - I dont wan't it to end either but it has to sometime. And i was never good at fluffy endings, that's why this one is quick. I happy he is dead too. I hope you enjoyed this fanfiction, thank you so much for reading :].
April Cider - Thank you, the bad guy is gone so the story is over. I'm sorry. Thank you so much for reading :].
HyunnieNa - Thank you so much for reading :].
Wasur3naid3 - Yea, it's a happily ever after with the victorious Yunjae and gang. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you so much for reading :].
And to anyone else who didn't comment I would like to thank you for reading this also. So, thank you :].