CHAPTERED | Kiss the Baby Sky Chapter 3
Kiss the Baby Sky
pg-13 | au, angst, fluff | 3/??
aitakutemo beta-ed by the_ladder
"all the dreams and hopes made of your eyes..." -jung yunho, a 12-year-old boy who's only living with his 8-year-old little brother, jung jaejoong. after their parents died, they lived in the big mansion with all the riches they inherited, and learning to accept the truth and face their upcoming life on their own. they managed to survive of course, having each other by their side. but the problem doesn’t stop there. first, they had to face the fact that they would get kicked out their house and get adopted. and if that's not enough, one of them finally realizes there's something more than just brotherly love between them.
warning: incest
Chapter Three
“Jaejoongie… Jaejoongie, open up,” I tap my feet impatiently.
“Jaejoongie, listen to me-"
“Go away, you’re a liar!”
I let out a sigh before dropping my hand from his door. I should have known he was going to react this way.
As I stand in front of the locked door, waiting for Jaejoong to respond, my mind travels to the recent event that occurred just this afternoon, right after I arrived at home.
“Hyung! Hyung, you’re back!”
I quickly dropped my bag before opening my arms to catch my little brother, who was running as fast as he could the moment he saw my head poking out from behind the door.
“I’m home,” I greeted him with my best smile, which he returned by another big smile. “So? How was your day?”
“Great! Uh, actually not too great though, because hyung wasn’t with me, but…” he looked a little bit unsure, “today, Uncle Minwoo taught me how to plant a tree, it was fun; you should watch me plant those trees! We used some seeds, soil and spades! I also wore red gloves, ‘cause Uncle Minwoo said it was to keep my hands clean.”
“Ahaha, really?” I said as I picked up my bag and started walking to my room, still with Joongie’s arms sticking to my waist, “and then?”
“Then, Uncle Minwoo said it was time to eat so we went back to the house to eat Auntie Hyo Hee’s cooking. It was delicious, hyung! She said today’s a special day, so she cooked me something special and baked a cake for dessert! Nyummie…”
“It does sound delicious,” I agreed with him, “have you eaten your vegetables?”
“Uhm… yeah?” he said, using that certain kind of tone. Yep, he’s lying.
“Joongie?”
He bit his lower lip, before pouting at himself, “uh, no.”
“Joongie…”
“I told Auntie Hyo Hee that I’ll eat them later!” he grumbled and added after he realized how I was staring at him, “I said that I’ll eat those veggies later with you.”
“Well, I’m home now, so let me change first and then you’ll do what you’ve promised to,” I reached for the doorknob of my room and slipped inside. Jaejoong let go of my waist and crossed his arms in front of his chest, still pouting, while I threw my bag onto my bed and walked to the closet to find a change of clothes.
“Oh yeah, hyung… a lady came half an hour ago,” he mumbled after I popped my head out of my shirt.
“Who is she?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “I don’t know.”
Geez, this little brat could really be so annoying at times. I just sighed before walking toward him, “where’s she now? Has she gone home already?”
“No, I think she’s still in appa’s workroom with Uncle Minwoo, do you want to go there, hyung?”
I nodded and we both walked to appa’s old workroom. It was located near appa and umma’s bedroom. From the outside, I could hear some muffled sounds behind the door, but I just couldn’t catch what they were saying. Yet somehow I had a feeling that it was a kind of serious talk that involved us. And it wasn’t a good feeling.
So I patted Jaejoong’s head, saying to him, “Joongie, why don’t you go downstairs and finish your veggies? I’ll be down in five minutes!”
“But I want to eat with you…” he pouted and I lowered my head down to his level.
“It won’t take long, ‘kay? I’m just going to see who’s inside and what her business is here, I promise!”
He was still pouting before he finally hung his head down, “okay, hyung, but promise, five minutes!”
“Five minutes, Joongie…” I said as I pushed him to the stairs and waited until he disappeared around the corner. After that, I took a breath before knocking on appa’s workroom’s door.
“Uncle Minwoo?”
“Young Master Yunho?” someone answered from behind the door. Really, does he have to ask? I called him Uncle Minwoo, plus I knocked, not like Joongie who would just enter the room without knocking first.
“Yeah,” I answered back.
There was the sound of a lock being opened and the door was moving. Soon the worried face of Uncle Minwoo was visible to my eyes. He moved aside and I could see a woman -she was not too old, but not too young either- standing beside the desk with a smile, which annoyed me so much somehow.
“Is that little Yunnie? My, you have grown!” She clapped her hands in a polite manner and I could only smile, who was this woman? Did I know her or something?
But umma had told me and Jaejoong once that we always had to be polite.
“Hello… Auntie…?” I glanced at Uncle Minwoo.
“This is Miss Jung Young Mi, she is your father’s cousin,” explained Uncle Minwoo. I gazed over her again, really? I had never seen her before.
“You must be confused because you don’t remember me, right? Last time I came here, you were just a little boy, no wonder you forgot.”
“I’m sorry,” I bowed and she shook her head before gesturing us to sit on the sofa. I followed her lead and sat beside her. Suddenly her face changed and it looked somewhat like hurt… no, more like pity.
“Listen, Yunho, you know that your parents died because of a car accident, right?”
I gave her a short nod in response. If she was going to talk that crap about how she pitied us, then she should just go away. I hated when people looked down on me and Jaejoong.
She took a deep breath and look at my eyes hesitantly, “I don’t know how to say this but… there’s something… going on, I mean.” was she trying to give some dramatic effect? God, stop it already, it sickened me.
“We are afraid… that their accident was planned.”
I curled my eyebrows, “planned?” I tried to work my brain- planned as in someone’s behind the accident? On purpose? Someone killed umma and appa?
An image of Jaejoong crying flashed in my mind and I felt anger start building inside of me. I clenched my fist, whoever that person was must pay for spilling those tears from his eyes.
“Yes, planned,” Aunt Young Mi’s voice snapped me back. “but don’t be afraid, the police are on the case now,” she touched my shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, apparently mistaking my anger for some kind of fear.
“But, I’m afraid that’s not all,” she kept stroking my shoulder and it was getting annoying. I really wanted to tell her to just take her hand back because I didn’t need it, but my mouth just didn’t want to cooperate with me.
“We assume that the person responsible might also plan to kill you and Jaejoong.”
I gaped, what!?
“Yes, we think since they’re mostly after your parents’ money, and that you two are the inheritors, they might plan to do some things to both of you…”
The words ‘some things’ struck my brain and I raced to one factor: Jaejoong’s safety. Those people had killed umma and appa, they killed them, what could they do to us? To little kids like us? No, to Jaejoong?
“…so?” My voice sounded shaky; for the first time since I entered this room, I felt scared.
“Listen, we have plans to make sure you two are safe,” she shifted in her position and pulled her hand back, “we’re going to send you two out of town. You will stay there until everything’s safe.”
“Okay,” I quickly agreed, “where are Jaejoong and I going to stay?”
Aunt Young Mi once more looked hesitant. She reached her hand out to mine before sighing, “you won’t live with Jaejoong. He will stay in another town different than you…”
The calmed anger inside me rose once more, “why?”
“We just want to make sure that you two will be 100% safe,” her voice softened, “don’t worry, it won’t be long, I promise.”
“But-” but I had promised that Jaejoong and I would always be together…
“And you would still be able to communicate with each other.”
I raised my eyes to her. She looked worried. I thought of our safety again, 100% safe… I wasn’t worried about myself, I could protect myself, or at least struggle by myself, but Jaejoongie… if anything happened to him, I didn’t know what would happen to me, heck, I didn’t even know if I could live.
“Yunho?” She asked me again, and I sighed in defeat.
“Okay…”
---Bugh.
We quickly turned our heads to the door, which now was left half open.
No… Jaejoong!
“Jae… I’m sorry…”
“Go away! I hate you!”
My chest feels so heavy and my heart feels somewhat like it’s clenching in pain. I really can’t stand the thought of me hurting him. I lean my ear to the door and I feel guiltier as his muffled cry flows to my ear.
“Jaejoongie…”
He can be really stubborn if he wants to. So I spend the next hour standing in front of his door, trying to soothe his anger and sadness. I feel like a jerk. I shouldn’t have said that before even talking to him first. I hate myself, and now he’s crying. I’m so fucked up.
I lose count of how long I stayed in front of his door. Aunt Young Mi has gone home and now it’s getting darker outside. Uncle Minwoo and Aunt Hyo Hee has also tried nagging in front of Jaejoong’s door, but the kid still wouldn’t budge.
“Jaejoongie, forgive me, please?”
---Creak…
I quickly raise my head and wait as Jaejoong’s small form slowly slips out of his room.
“Hyung…”
I rush to him and pull him into my embrace. Damn, don’t you know how scared I was? He doesn’t say anything; only burying his head in my chest while his arms hug my waist tightly.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Jaejoongie…” I keep repeating my words as I stroke his hair. I can feel him nod his head against my chest, and I lower my hand to his back before pulling him so I can see his face. God, those bloodshot eyes…
“Hyung…” he sobs, “you promised… you promised that we will always be together… you promised you will never leave me…”
If my heart could sink lower than before, then this is how it would feel. I try to breathe, I try to talk, but there seems to be some kind of invincible lump in my throat, so I just squat before him and use my thumb to wipe his tears.
I grab his hand and keep it inside of mine, “hey…” I begin, but once more my voice is lost. I shake my head and decide to just look down at our hands. “listen, Jaejoongie…
“I have no choice, it’s not like I want to be separated from you; I will never want to, no, not in a million years, but I have no choice.” I wait for him to open his mouth but he only looks at me with those watery eyes, so I continue, “someone might be after us, and for me, your safety is the most important thing…”
He tries to whine, but I shake my head, “this is the best for us, Jae… it won’t be long, I’m sure we’ll be together again before you even start to miss me. I promise.”
Those saddened orbs gaze over mine, “promise?”
I give out my best smile, “promise. Besides, it’s not like we are not going to contact each other. There are phones, letters, and I could maybe visit you sometimes? Again, it’s not like we’re going to be away that long. I’m sure they’ll catch those people who are responsible in no time!”
Jaejoong finally smiles, although he’s most definitely pushing it, but I feel like something heavy is being lifted up from my heart. I pull him into a hug again before picking him up.
“So, are you hungry?”
“Yunho-hyung…”
“Yeah?”
I roll myself to face him. His eyes are still wide open, and it’s already past 10.
“What is it, Joongie?”
“I’m scared…”
I scoot closer to his side and put my arms around his small figure, “there’s nothing to be afraid of, okay? It won’t be that bad, believe me…”
“But…”
“Now, shhh… it’s already late, you must be tired, crying all day long,” I poke his cheek and he pouts, making me chuckle. He’s such a cutie, wait, that’s wrong again. Geez, why am I saying these kinds of things?
“Hyung…”
“Hmm?” Damn, sleep is getting to me. I try to hold a big yawn by clenching my jaw but I fail, so now my eyes feel wet. I wait for him to say something, but he only stares blankly at the ceiling. Ugh, though it’s actually quite cute of him, spacing out like that, but sometimes, like now, it gets annoying.
“Boo…”
“…hummm?” Finally, I got his attention, “Boo?”
“Yes,” I smirk, “from now on, I’ll use that to call you. Boo… Boo Jae… Boo Jaejoongie…”
“Why?”
“Because…” I poke his nose and he scrunches his face just like a hamster. “boo means part, part as in not fully, like you when you start spacing out like that. Your body might be here, but your mind wanders somewhere… So I’ll call you Boo, my Boo…”
Jaejoong only stares at me with confused eyes before tilting his head, “Hyung’s Boo?”
“Yes, my Boo,” I emphasized the word ‘my’, “no one can call you that because it’s my special nickname for you.”
“So I’m hyung’s Boo now?”
“Yes, so now you’re officially my one and only Boo Jaejoongie,” there is some kind of bizarre pride inside my chest when I say that. He is my Boo, my Boo, and I’m the only one allowed to call him like that.
Weird, but I’m happy.
The little brat looks happy too, and I’m just glad I was the one putting that smile on his face.
“Thank you, hyung…”
I mumble my reply to his thanks before letting my head sink deeper into the bed. I feel so sleepy now; I guess I’ll just surrender now before anything happens…
Sigh, it’s like there would always be something happening in my bed.
Jaejoong was still mumbling about something I couldn’t catch, so I just ‘mhm’ed a couple of times. But the last thing I see is those small lips muttering something that seems so important. I try to concentrate, but my eyelids feel so heavy.
“Yunho-hyung… I lo…”
Jae…
“Hyung…”
“Yes, Boo?”
I’m standing outside Jaejoong’s car. I guess it would be better to wait for him to leave first before going to my own destination.
“Promise you will call often, okay?”
I nod again, “I promise.”
“And you will visit me, right?”
“That’s right.”
Jaejoong stops and looks hesitant. I wait for him to start again, but he only looks down to his knees, so I reach into my backpack and pull out Bambi.
“Here, take care of my Bambi for me, would you?” I can feel something rise from him, but the feeling disappears as fast as it appeared.
“But what about you?” he asks in such manner -tilting his head and staring at me with such big doe eyes. Suddenly I feel so heavy. I don’t want him to leave…
“Nah,” I shake my head as I push Bambi into his hands, “you need her more than I do,” I add a smile, “just remember to feed her and cuddle her before you sleep, all right? She needs those kinds of attention… could you do that for me?”
Jaejoong’s little fingers grab Bambi’s sides and he pulls it closer to his chest before he nods, “okay, hyung, I’ll be a good daddy for Bambi! Hear that, Bambi? I’m your new daddy!”
I’m glad he looks excited now. Actually, I feel so bad for just giving Bambi like that, but I just can’t stand the thought of Jaejoong all alone; so he definitely needs the thing more than me. I eye the stuffed animal sadly before giving it a light pat.
“Won’t hyung say a goodbye to Bambi?”
I snap back and smile, “goodbye, Bambi, be a nice girl, okay?”
Jaejoong laughs and I laugh too. Not too long after that, Uncle Minwoo tells us that they’ll be going soon. So I move back, but Jaejoong holds onto my arm.
“Hyung…”
“Yeah? What is it, Jae?”
He bites his lower lip and I know he’s nervous, so I turn back and lower my head to meet his.
“Hyung… umma always kisses me before we go…”
I raise my eyebrow, what?
He pouts again, “will you kiss me?”
I really, really, really don’t know what to say. Kiss? This really doesn’t sound right. I’m a fucking boy, for god’s sake, and he’s telling me to kiss him? This sounds so awkward.
“Hyung…? It’s okay if you don’t want to… I know I’m not Bambi…” his voice lowers and guilt starts building inside of me. Just a kiss, right? I look around to make sure Uncle Minwoo is not near and the driver’s busy. After I’m sure they won’t see, I poke my head through the window and peck his cheek.
Jaejoong freezes for a while, so I poke the spot I just kissed before and pull my head back out. The driver starts the car’s engine and I know I don’t have much time.
“Be a good boy, ‘kay, Boo?”
He shoots me a puppy look, but still nods, “okay, hyung…”
“Bye bye, Jaejoongie! Take care!”
“Goodbye, hyung!”
And with that, the car moves, leaving me waving my hand in the now empty garage.
“Bye bye, Jaejoongie…”
I feel like my heart has been taken away…
originally posted here.
pg-13 | au, angst, fluff | 3/??
aitakutemo beta-ed by the_ladder
"all the dreams and hopes made of your eyes..." -jung yunho, a 12-year-old boy who's only living with his 8-year-old little brother, jung jaejoong. after their parents died, they lived in the big mansion with all the riches they inherited, and learning to accept the truth and face their upcoming life on their own. they managed to survive of course, having each other by their side. but the problem doesn’t stop there. first, they had to face the fact that they would get kicked out their house and get adopted. and if that's not enough, one of them finally realizes there's something more than just brotherly love between them.
warning: incest
Chapter Three
“Jaejoongie… Jaejoongie, open up,” I tap my feet impatiently.
“Jaejoongie, listen to me-"
“Go away, you’re a liar!”
I let out a sigh before dropping my hand from his door. I should have known he was going to react this way.
As I stand in front of the locked door, waiting for Jaejoong to respond, my mind travels to the recent event that occurred just this afternoon, right after I arrived at home.
“Hyung! Hyung, you’re back!”
I quickly dropped my bag before opening my arms to catch my little brother, who was running as fast as he could the moment he saw my head poking out from behind the door.
“I’m home,” I greeted him with my best smile, which he returned by another big smile. “So? How was your day?”
“Great! Uh, actually not too great though, because hyung wasn’t with me, but…” he looked a little bit unsure, “today, Uncle Minwoo taught me how to plant a tree, it was fun; you should watch me plant those trees! We used some seeds, soil and spades! I also wore red gloves, ‘cause Uncle Minwoo said it was to keep my hands clean.”
“Ahaha, really?” I said as I picked up my bag and started walking to my room, still with Joongie’s arms sticking to my waist, “and then?”
“Then, Uncle Minwoo said it was time to eat so we went back to the house to eat Auntie Hyo Hee’s cooking. It was delicious, hyung! She said today’s a special day, so she cooked me something special and baked a cake for dessert! Nyummie…”
“It does sound delicious,” I agreed with him, “have you eaten your vegetables?”
“Uhm… yeah?” he said, using that certain kind of tone. Yep, he’s lying.
“Joongie?”
He bit his lower lip, before pouting at himself, “uh, no.”
“Joongie…”
“I told Auntie Hyo Hee that I’ll eat them later!” he grumbled and added after he realized how I was staring at him, “I said that I’ll eat those veggies later with you.”
“Well, I’m home now, so let me change first and then you’ll do what you’ve promised to,” I reached for the doorknob of my room and slipped inside. Jaejoong let go of my waist and crossed his arms in front of his chest, still pouting, while I threw my bag onto my bed and walked to the closet to find a change of clothes.
“Oh yeah, hyung… a lady came half an hour ago,” he mumbled after I popped my head out of my shirt.
“Who is she?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “I don’t know.”
Geez, this little brat could really be so annoying at times. I just sighed before walking toward him, “where’s she now? Has she gone home already?”
“No, I think she’s still in appa’s workroom with Uncle Minwoo, do you want to go there, hyung?”
I nodded and we both walked to appa’s old workroom. It was located near appa and umma’s bedroom. From the outside, I could hear some muffled sounds behind the door, but I just couldn’t catch what they were saying. Yet somehow I had a feeling that it was a kind of serious talk that involved us. And it wasn’t a good feeling.
So I patted Jaejoong’s head, saying to him, “Joongie, why don’t you go downstairs and finish your veggies? I’ll be down in five minutes!”
“But I want to eat with you…” he pouted and I lowered my head down to his level.
“It won’t take long, ‘kay? I’m just going to see who’s inside and what her business is here, I promise!”
He was still pouting before he finally hung his head down, “okay, hyung, but promise, five minutes!”
“Five minutes, Joongie…” I said as I pushed him to the stairs and waited until he disappeared around the corner. After that, I took a breath before knocking on appa’s workroom’s door.
“Uncle Minwoo?”
“Young Master Yunho?” someone answered from behind the door. Really, does he have to ask? I called him Uncle Minwoo, plus I knocked, not like Joongie who would just enter the room without knocking first.
“Yeah,” I answered back.
There was the sound of a lock being opened and the door was moving. Soon the worried face of Uncle Minwoo was visible to my eyes. He moved aside and I could see a woman -she was not too old, but not too young either- standing beside the desk with a smile, which annoyed me so much somehow.
“Is that little Yunnie? My, you have grown!” She clapped her hands in a polite manner and I could only smile, who was this woman? Did I know her or something?
But umma had told me and Jaejoong once that we always had to be polite.
“Hello… Auntie…?” I glanced at Uncle Minwoo.
“This is Miss Jung Young Mi, she is your father’s cousin,” explained Uncle Minwoo. I gazed over her again, really? I had never seen her before.
“You must be confused because you don’t remember me, right? Last time I came here, you were just a little boy, no wonder you forgot.”
“I’m sorry,” I bowed and she shook her head before gesturing us to sit on the sofa. I followed her lead and sat beside her. Suddenly her face changed and it looked somewhat like hurt… no, more like pity.
“Listen, Yunho, you know that your parents died because of a car accident, right?”
I gave her a short nod in response. If she was going to talk that crap about how she pitied us, then she should just go away. I hated when people looked down on me and Jaejoong.
She took a deep breath and look at my eyes hesitantly, “I don’t know how to say this but… there’s something… going on, I mean.” was she trying to give some dramatic effect? God, stop it already, it sickened me.
“We are afraid… that their accident was planned.”
I curled my eyebrows, “planned?” I tried to work my brain- planned as in someone’s behind the accident? On purpose? Someone killed umma and appa?
An image of Jaejoong crying flashed in my mind and I felt anger start building inside of me. I clenched my fist, whoever that person was must pay for spilling those tears from his eyes.
“Yes, planned,” Aunt Young Mi’s voice snapped me back. “but don’t be afraid, the police are on the case now,” she touched my shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, apparently mistaking my anger for some kind of fear.
“But, I’m afraid that’s not all,” she kept stroking my shoulder and it was getting annoying. I really wanted to tell her to just take her hand back because I didn’t need it, but my mouth just didn’t want to cooperate with me.
“We assume that the person responsible might also plan to kill you and Jaejoong.”
I gaped, what!?
“Yes, we think since they’re mostly after your parents’ money, and that you two are the inheritors, they might plan to do some things to both of you…”
The words ‘some things’ struck my brain and I raced to one factor: Jaejoong’s safety. Those people had killed umma and appa, they killed them, what could they do to us? To little kids like us? No, to Jaejoong?
“…so?” My voice sounded shaky; for the first time since I entered this room, I felt scared.
“Listen, we have plans to make sure you two are safe,” she shifted in her position and pulled her hand back, “we’re going to send you two out of town. You will stay there until everything’s safe.”
“Okay,” I quickly agreed, “where are Jaejoong and I going to stay?”
Aunt Young Mi once more looked hesitant. She reached her hand out to mine before sighing, “you won’t live with Jaejoong. He will stay in another town different than you…”
The calmed anger inside me rose once more, “why?”
“We just want to make sure that you two will be 100% safe,” her voice softened, “don’t worry, it won’t be long, I promise.”
“But-” but I had promised that Jaejoong and I would always be together…
“And you would still be able to communicate with each other.”
I raised my eyes to her. She looked worried. I thought of our safety again, 100% safe… I wasn’t worried about myself, I could protect myself, or at least struggle by myself, but Jaejoongie… if anything happened to him, I didn’t know what would happen to me, heck, I didn’t even know if I could live.
“Yunho?” She asked me again, and I sighed in defeat.
“Okay…”
---Bugh.
We quickly turned our heads to the door, which now was left half open.
No… Jaejoong!
“Jae… I’m sorry…”
“Go away! I hate you!”
My chest feels so heavy and my heart feels somewhat like it’s clenching in pain. I really can’t stand the thought of me hurting him. I lean my ear to the door and I feel guiltier as his muffled cry flows to my ear.
“Jaejoongie…”
He can be really stubborn if he wants to. So I spend the next hour standing in front of his door, trying to soothe his anger and sadness. I feel like a jerk. I shouldn’t have said that before even talking to him first. I hate myself, and now he’s crying. I’m so fucked up.
I lose count of how long I stayed in front of his door. Aunt Young Mi has gone home and now it’s getting darker outside. Uncle Minwoo and Aunt Hyo Hee has also tried nagging in front of Jaejoong’s door, but the kid still wouldn’t budge.
“Jaejoongie, forgive me, please?”
---Creak…
I quickly raise my head and wait as Jaejoong’s small form slowly slips out of his room.
“Hyung…”
I rush to him and pull him into my embrace. Damn, don’t you know how scared I was? He doesn’t say anything; only burying his head in my chest while his arms hug my waist tightly.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Jaejoongie…” I keep repeating my words as I stroke his hair. I can feel him nod his head against my chest, and I lower my hand to his back before pulling him so I can see his face. God, those bloodshot eyes…
“Hyung…” he sobs, “you promised… you promised that we will always be together… you promised you will never leave me…”
If my heart could sink lower than before, then this is how it would feel. I try to breathe, I try to talk, but there seems to be some kind of invincible lump in my throat, so I just squat before him and use my thumb to wipe his tears.
I grab his hand and keep it inside of mine, “hey…” I begin, but once more my voice is lost. I shake my head and decide to just look down at our hands. “listen, Jaejoongie…
“I have no choice, it’s not like I want to be separated from you; I will never want to, no, not in a million years, but I have no choice.” I wait for him to open his mouth but he only looks at me with those watery eyes, so I continue, “someone might be after us, and for me, your safety is the most important thing…”
He tries to whine, but I shake my head, “this is the best for us, Jae… it won’t be long, I’m sure we’ll be together again before you even start to miss me. I promise.”
Those saddened orbs gaze over mine, “promise?”
I give out my best smile, “promise. Besides, it’s not like we are not going to contact each other. There are phones, letters, and I could maybe visit you sometimes? Again, it’s not like we’re going to be away that long. I’m sure they’ll catch those people who are responsible in no time!”
Jaejoong finally smiles, although he’s most definitely pushing it, but I feel like something heavy is being lifted up from my heart. I pull him into a hug again before picking him up.
“So, are you hungry?”
“Yunho-hyung…”
“Yeah?”
I roll myself to face him. His eyes are still wide open, and it’s already past 10.
“What is it, Joongie?”
“I’m scared…”
I scoot closer to his side and put my arms around his small figure, “there’s nothing to be afraid of, okay? It won’t be that bad, believe me…”
“But…”
“Now, shhh… it’s already late, you must be tired, crying all day long,” I poke his cheek and he pouts, making me chuckle. He’s such a cutie, wait, that’s wrong again. Geez, why am I saying these kinds of things?
“Hyung…”
“Hmm?” Damn, sleep is getting to me. I try to hold a big yawn by clenching my jaw but I fail, so now my eyes feel wet. I wait for him to say something, but he only stares blankly at the ceiling. Ugh, though it’s actually quite cute of him, spacing out like that, but sometimes, like now, it gets annoying.
“Boo…”
“…hummm?” Finally, I got his attention, “Boo?”
“Yes,” I smirk, “from now on, I’ll use that to call you. Boo… Boo Jae… Boo Jaejoongie…”
“Why?”
“Because…” I poke his nose and he scrunches his face just like a hamster. “boo means part, part as in not fully, like you when you start spacing out like that. Your body might be here, but your mind wanders somewhere… So I’ll call you Boo, my Boo…”
Jaejoong only stares at me with confused eyes before tilting his head, “Hyung’s Boo?”
“Yes, my Boo,” I emphasized the word ‘my’, “no one can call you that because it’s my special nickname for you.”
“So I’m hyung’s Boo now?”
“Yes, so now you’re officially my one and only Boo Jaejoongie,” there is some kind of bizarre pride inside my chest when I say that. He is my Boo, my Boo, and I’m the only one allowed to call him like that.
Weird, but I’m happy.
The little brat looks happy too, and I’m just glad I was the one putting that smile on his face.
“Thank you, hyung…”
I mumble my reply to his thanks before letting my head sink deeper into the bed. I feel so sleepy now; I guess I’ll just surrender now before anything happens…
Sigh, it’s like there would always be something happening in my bed.
Jaejoong was still mumbling about something I couldn’t catch, so I just ‘mhm’ed a couple of times. But the last thing I see is those small lips muttering something that seems so important. I try to concentrate, but my eyelids feel so heavy.
“Yunho-hyung… I lo…”
Jae…
“Hyung…”
“Yes, Boo?”
I’m standing outside Jaejoong’s car. I guess it would be better to wait for him to leave first before going to my own destination.
“Promise you will call often, okay?”
I nod again, “I promise.”
“And you will visit me, right?”
“That’s right.”
Jaejoong stops and looks hesitant. I wait for him to start again, but he only looks down to his knees, so I reach into my backpack and pull out Bambi.
“Here, take care of my Bambi for me, would you?” I can feel something rise from him, but the feeling disappears as fast as it appeared.
“But what about you?” he asks in such manner -tilting his head and staring at me with such big doe eyes. Suddenly I feel so heavy. I don’t want him to leave…
“Nah,” I shake my head as I push Bambi into his hands, “you need her more than I do,” I add a smile, “just remember to feed her and cuddle her before you sleep, all right? She needs those kinds of attention… could you do that for me?”
Jaejoong’s little fingers grab Bambi’s sides and he pulls it closer to his chest before he nods, “okay, hyung, I’ll be a good daddy for Bambi! Hear that, Bambi? I’m your new daddy!”
I’m glad he looks excited now. Actually, I feel so bad for just giving Bambi like that, but I just can’t stand the thought of Jaejoong all alone; so he definitely needs the thing more than me. I eye the stuffed animal sadly before giving it a light pat.
“Won’t hyung say a goodbye to Bambi?”
I snap back and smile, “goodbye, Bambi, be a nice girl, okay?”
Jaejoong laughs and I laugh too. Not too long after that, Uncle Minwoo tells us that they’ll be going soon. So I move back, but Jaejoong holds onto my arm.
“Hyung…”
“Yeah? What is it, Jae?”
He bites his lower lip and I know he’s nervous, so I turn back and lower my head to meet his.
“Hyung… umma always kisses me before we go…”
I raise my eyebrow, what?
He pouts again, “will you kiss me?”
I really, really, really don’t know what to say. Kiss? This really doesn’t sound right. I’m a fucking boy, for god’s sake, and he’s telling me to kiss him? This sounds so awkward.
“Hyung…? It’s okay if you don’t want to… I know I’m not Bambi…” his voice lowers and guilt starts building inside of me. Just a kiss, right? I look around to make sure Uncle Minwoo is not near and the driver’s busy. After I’m sure they won’t see, I poke my head through the window and peck his cheek.
Jaejoong freezes for a while, so I poke the spot I just kissed before and pull my head back out. The driver starts the car’s engine and I know I don’t have much time.
“Be a good boy, ‘kay, Boo?”
He shoots me a puppy look, but still nods, “okay, hyung…”
“Bye bye, Jaejoongie! Take care!”
“Goodbye, hyung!”
And with that, the car moves, leaving me waving my hand in the now empty garage.
“Bye bye, Jaejoongie…”
I feel like my heart has been taken away…
originally posted here.