I fell in love with you (all over again)
Title: I fell in love with you (all over again)
Fandom: MBLAQ
Pairing: Seungho/Joon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Joon wonders what life would be like if he were married to Seungho.
Warnings: Joon thinking, mentions of sex, probably typos.
Notes: For yakiseop because I didn't give her any birthday gifts this year and this was the first thing she asked me to write in a long while. I thought I'd take this chance :) Hope you liked it, and that I got my references right :'3
Joon thinks about these things when he’s in a bad mood, because that is the mood he’s in when he thinks about Seungho. It makes him feel protected and loved at those times, it’s a silly logic, but it’s Joon logic, so it doesn’t have to go any other way.
Currently he’s in a bad mood because of Seungho. It happens often - not that it’s Seungho’s fault, but Joon can’t help his own process of thought (that admittedly involves little thinking and a lot of feeling). He gets jealous easily, feels left out when Seungho doesn’t laugh at his jokes but cracks up at G.O.’s, or those times when he behaves cutely just for the leader only to get no response, and yet sees him cooing over Cheondoong’s aegyo. Once again, it’s silly, but he’s insecure and Seungho doesn’t make it any easier, goofing around with Mir while he’s left out with a grumpy face in the corner.
He’s pretending to be asleep in his bed, knowing he won’t be bothered because his bandmates had given up on spending quality time with him between schedules a long time ago, used to his (bad) habit of keeping in seclusion to sleep. His eyes are closed, but it’s not dreams what he sees in the dark behind his eyelids - well, maybe that’s precisely what they are, he thinks with a faint blush on his cheeks. But not sleeping dreams - they’re daydreams, musings, silly like all things Joon will ever be.
He sees things like Seungho and him, waking up together on the same bed. Seungho with huge dark circles under his eyes and horrible bed hair (his normal idea of Seungho), but it's still a sight that makes him smile. When Seungho talks, his voice is raspy beyond recognition, and that makes dream Joon giggle - he says it’s Joon’s turn to cook breakfast that day. Yawning, Joon pouts and asks him to let him off the hook this time, promises he’ll make dinner if Seungho does him this favor, to which Seungho skeptically shakes his head, remembering how Joon had been playing that trick on him for months now.
(It works once again.)
Then he’s setting Seungho’s suit while the other man is in the shower (Seungho looks like he would be in a job where everyone wears suits if he weren’t an idol), placing it on a hook he himself would have pinned near their room’s bathroom for that sole purpose. While Seungho is still showering, he goes to the bedroom next to theirs to wake up the two boys sleeping there, a nine-year-old who’s always poking fun into the seven-year-old but stands up for him when he’s in trouble. One of them resembles Seungho quite a bit and has his lips and smile, while the other is just like Joon, with the high cheekbones and the two front teeth bigger than the rest.
There’s the image of the four of them having breakfast together in a colorful kitchen, the boys and Seungho still looking half asleep as Joon talks loudly to snap them out of it. The kids took after their appetite and eat easily, which is a relief because Joon always feared having underfed children. As it seems appropriate, Seungho has to leave earlier than the rest, rushing down the stairs with a suitcase in a hand, trying to use the other one to tie a knot in his tie. He crouches and takes his time to hug the two boys, earning kisses from them and telling them to have a good day at school while they tell him to be careful at work.
Before he leaves, Joon pulls him to the side with a sigh, batting Seungho’s hand away from his tie and tying the knot himself, tugging at it lightly once it’s done to bring Seungho forward and kiss him goodbye.
He always imagines Seungho grinning against his lips, saying he would miss Joon all day long.
Then Joon takes the kids to school, which is a few blocks away. They live in the outskirts of Seoul, so it isn’t as packed with cars and people as it is in the city, a nicer environment to raise a child. He hugs them both at once, so tight the younger one lets out a playful protest, and it’s hard even at this point to let them go, but he still does and watches them walk past the gate until they completely disappear. That’s when he takes off to his small mart back close to their house to start another day of work.
It’s a simple establishment, Joon has meticulously thought of all the details of its decoration and the items that would be sold, at what prices. Everyone in the neighborhood would shop there and talk to Joon nicely, greet him and ask him about his kids and his husband while they paid for their groceries. Sometimes, the tasks multiply and he can’t leave until later than planned, but he still enjoys the work. Seungho would have helped him at first, when they had bought the place, and still would lend him a hand whenever he had a week off his job.
The next image he sees is of the kids walking into the mart after school, always stealing fruits when Joon isn’t looking. They wait until Joon closes down the place to walk back home with him, greeting the neighbors they come across at street.
As soon as they arrive, Joon sends them off to shower, telling them to get their homework done. He cleans the living room and the kitchen in the meantime so the house will look nice for Seungho when he gets home.
When he does, Joon greets him with a kiss, a longer one since the boys are up in their bedroom. Seungho would look tired and stressed out but would brighten up with his company and hum appreciatively when Joon massaged his shoulders for a few seconds. That would go downhill once he’s told the dinner would take a while since Joon hadn’t even gotten to it yet - at that point, Seungho frowns suspiciously, knowing Joon was just hoping he would do it instead in spite of his promise earlier that morning.
While Seungho cooks, the kids run downstairs and hug each of his leg, only to be scolded because they were standing too near the oven - of course Seungho would drop it seconds later and kiss the top of their heads. Then they all sit together by the table again to have dinner, this meal much more lively since Joon isn’t the only one who’s bright awake. Seungho asks them about school and grades and friends, asks the older one how the piano classes are coming out (the younger is jealous of the attention, saying he’ll learn how to play an instrument too one day).
After dinner, the kids would be in charge of doing the dishes while Seungho and Joon looked over the house and the mart’s bills to pay. Joon would remember one of the boy’s bikes needed a tire replacement, and Seungho would immediately walk to the garage, no matter how tired he was, and fix whatever needed to be fixed.
At ten the TV would be turned off and the kids would be tucked in by the two of them, all protests and whines ignored. Seungho kisses their foreheads last while Joon stands by the doorframe waiting for him with a hand over the light switch. They would say, in a sing-song voice, “I love you both” before closing the door and laugh when the boys made nauseated sounds in return.
After turning off the house’s lights and cleaning up the mess the kids had done in the living room while watching TV, the two of them would head back upstairs, into their room, chatting lazily about their kids. Just as Seungho takes off his T-shirt, Joon wraps his arms around his waist, flushing his body against his own. You know, he would mutter with a grin, leaning in to peck Seungho’s lips fleetingly, I always wanted a little girl.
Seungho laughs because Joon had been insisting about having a third kid (a girl) for years - one that would be their ultimate work, a perfect unison of their looks rather than specifically taking after either of them like the boys. A girl with long hair and sparkly eyes that would have both of them grinning pathetically in pride, the ideal last addition to their ideal family. Seungho says he’ll consider, he’ll consider, but Joon whimpers, hugs him tighter. He’s been considering for enough, hasn’t he?
When Seungho says he’ll have to take a shower now, Joon grins wider - they both know what that means. Joon enjoys that Seungho wouldn’t decline it or act shy, would let him slip into the shower with him, run his hands over his body, lips pressed to his neck and collarbones and then down, down. Joon enjoys that Seungho would let out lustful groans, so different from his daytime perfect husband image, and grasp his hair firmly, thrusting into his mouth. Joon, most of all, enjoys that Seungho would take him against the tile wall, their moist bodies moving together as Joon clings onto his shoulders, watching, marveled, Seungho’s dark eyes piercing into his, his mouth spilling out the dirtiest promises as his hips work restlessly because he knows that’s how Joon likes it.
The end is calm, much like the beginning. The two of them side by side on bed again, under the same sheet, Seungho turning to one side to get some sleep. Joon would smile and curl up against his back, one arm around his torso, and that elicits a grunt from Seungho, who never pretended to like closeness in sleep, but he lets Joon be for the moment, waits until he’s happy and asleep to roll him back to his side of the bed.
Then, Joon realizes he has opened his eyes and he’s staring stupidly at the ceiling. He's forgotten why he was angry to even begin with - it had been something about Seungho, but that doesn’t make sense because even whispering that name to himself right now does nothing but further stretch his grin and make him squirm a little on his mattress, a sigh of contentment leaving his lips.
He knows dreams are dreams, and there are impossibilities among those images, but that doesn’t take any of his newfound sensation of completion away. He walks out of the bedroom and sees Seungho trying to fix the TV’s control remote in the living room, since Mir apparently had broken it last week and they only have time to look into it now.
Seungho stops his ministrations when he feels Joon’s arms around him, his face pressed against the back of his shoulder. He chuckles, resting his own arms over the other man’s, and says he had the impression Joon was mad at him earlier, something that could be relief or frustration playing in his tone (Joon always has issues understanding Seungho's emotions). Joon tightens his hug, shaking his head but he’s so happy that Seungho notices, even if it’s silly, Seungho cares. I’m not anymore, he tells him, I’ll try not to be mad for no reason anymore.
He gets happily lost in the sound of Seungho’s disbelieving laugh, wondering what it would sound like joined by the laughter of the two little boys from those daydreams.
They’re dreams, yes, and some of those things are impossible to come true, yes, but Joon doesn’t let that notion bring him down. Partly because he’s silly, maybe. But Joon had a dream before, and it too seemed unreachable back in the day. Nonetheless, Joon had worked with his silly, stubborn mind to make it happen, with success.
He holds onto an unknowing Seungho and believes (stupidly, you could say, but also firmly) that he can make that magic happen once again.
Fandom: MBLAQ
Pairing: Seungho/Joon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Joon wonders what life would be like if he were married to Seungho.
Warnings: Joon thinking, mentions of sex, probably typos.
Notes: For yakiseop because I didn't give her any birthday gifts this year and this was the first thing she asked me to write in a long while. I thought I'd take this chance :) Hope you liked it, and that I got my references right :'3
Joon thinks about these things when he’s in a bad mood, because that is the mood he’s in when he thinks about Seungho. It makes him feel protected and loved at those times, it’s a silly logic, but it’s Joon logic, so it doesn’t have to go any other way.
Currently he’s in a bad mood because of Seungho. It happens often - not that it’s Seungho’s fault, but Joon can’t help his own process of thought (that admittedly involves little thinking and a lot of feeling). He gets jealous easily, feels left out when Seungho doesn’t laugh at his jokes but cracks up at G.O.’s, or those times when he behaves cutely just for the leader only to get no response, and yet sees him cooing over Cheondoong’s aegyo. Once again, it’s silly, but he’s insecure and Seungho doesn’t make it any easier, goofing around with Mir while he’s left out with a grumpy face in the corner.
He’s pretending to be asleep in his bed, knowing he won’t be bothered because his bandmates had given up on spending quality time with him between schedules a long time ago, used to his (bad) habit of keeping in seclusion to sleep. His eyes are closed, but it’s not dreams what he sees in the dark behind his eyelids - well, maybe that’s precisely what they are, he thinks with a faint blush on his cheeks. But not sleeping dreams - they’re daydreams, musings, silly like all things Joon will ever be.
He sees things like Seungho and him, waking up together on the same bed. Seungho with huge dark circles under his eyes and horrible bed hair (his normal idea of Seungho), but it's still a sight that makes him smile. When Seungho talks, his voice is raspy beyond recognition, and that makes dream Joon giggle - he says it’s Joon’s turn to cook breakfast that day. Yawning, Joon pouts and asks him to let him off the hook this time, promises he’ll make dinner if Seungho does him this favor, to which Seungho skeptically shakes his head, remembering how Joon had been playing that trick on him for months now.
(It works once again.)
Then he’s setting Seungho’s suit while the other man is in the shower (Seungho looks like he would be in a job where everyone wears suits if he weren’t an idol), placing it on a hook he himself would have pinned near their room’s bathroom for that sole purpose. While Seungho is still showering, he goes to the bedroom next to theirs to wake up the two boys sleeping there, a nine-year-old who’s always poking fun into the seven-year-old but stands up for him when he’s in trouble. One of them resembles Seungho quite a bit and has his lips and smile, while the other is just like Joon, with the high cheekbones and the two front teeth bigger than the rest.
There’s the image of the four of them having breakfast together in a colorful kitchen, the boys and Seungho still looking half asleep as Joon talks loudly to snap them out of it. The kids took after their appetite and eat easily, which is a relief because Joon always feared having underfed children. As it seems appropriate, Seungho has to leave earlier than the rest, rushing down the stairs with a suitcase in a hand, trying to use the other one to tie a knot in his tie. He crouches and takes his time to hug the two boys, earning kisses from them and telling them to have a good day at school while they tell him to be careful at work.
Before he leaves, Joon pulls him to the side with a sigh, batting Seungho’s hand away from his tie and tying the knot himself, tugging at it lightly once it’s done to bring Seungho forward and kiss him goodbye.
He always imagines Seungho grinning against his lips, saying he would miss Joon all day long.
Then Joon takes the kids to school, which is a few blocks away. They live in the outskirts of Seoul, so it isn’t as packed with cars and people as it is in the city, a nicer environment to raise a child. He hugs them both at once, so tight the younger one lets out a playful protest, and it’s hard even at this point to let them go, but he still does and watches them walk past the gate until they completely disappear. That’s when he takes off to his small mart back close to their house to start another day of work.
It’s a simple establishment, Joon has meticulously thought of all the details of its decoration and the items that would be sold, at what prices. Everyone in the neighborhood would shop there and talk to Joon nicely, greet him and ask him about his kids and his husband while they paid for their groceries. Sometimes, the tasks multiply and he can’t leave until later than planned, but he still enjoys the work. Seungho would have helped him at first, when they had bought the place, and still would lend him a hand whenever he had a week off his job.
The next image he sees is of the kids walking into the mart after school, always stealing fruits when Joon isn’t looking. They wait until Joon closes down the place to walk back home with him, greeting the neighbors they come across at street.
As soon as they arrive, Joon sends them off to shower, telling them to get their homework done. He cleans the living room and the kitchen in the meantime so the house will look nice for Seungho when he gets home.
When he does, Joon greets him with a kiss, a longer one since the boys are up in their bedroom. Seungho would look tired and stressed out but would brighten up with his company and hum appreciatively when Joon massaged his shoulders for a few seconds. That would go downhill once he’s told the dinner would take a while since Joon hadn’t even gotten to it yet - at that point, Seungho frowns suspiciously, knowing Joon was just hoping he would do it instead in spite of his promise earlier that morning.
While Seungho cooks, the kids run downstairs and hug each of his leg, only to be scolded because they were standing too near the oven - of course Seungho would drop it seconds later and kiss the top of their heads. Then they all sit together by the table again to have dinner, this meal much more lively since Joon isn’t the only one who’s bright awake. Seungho asks them about school and grades and friends, asks the older one how the piano classes are coming out (the younger is jealous of the attention, saying he’ll learn how to play an instrument too one day).
After dinner, the kids would be in charge of doing the dishes while Seungho and Joon looked over the house and the mart’s bills to pay. Joon would remember one of the boy’s bikes needed a tire replacement, and Seungho would immediately walk to the garage, no matter how tired he was, and fix whatever needed to be fixed.
At ten the TV would be turned off and the kids would be tucked in by the two of them, all protests and whines ignored. Seungho kisses their foreheads last while Joon stands by the doorframe waiting for him with a hand over the light switch. They would say, in a sing-song voice, “I love you both” before closing the door and laugh when the boys made nauseated sounds in return.
After turning off the house’s lights and cleaning up the mess the kids had done in the living room while watching TV, the two of them would head back upstairs, into their room, chatting lazily about their kids. Just as Seungho takes off his T-shirt, Joon wraps his arms around his waist, flushing his body against his own. You know, he would mutter with a grin, leaning in to peck Seungho’s lips fleetingly, I always wanted a little girl.
Seungho laughs because Joon had been insisting about having a third kid (a girl) for years - one that would be their ultimate work, a perfect unison of their looks rather than specifically taking after either of them like the boys. A girl with long hair and sparkly eyes that would have both of them grinning pathetically in pride, the ideal last addition to their ideal family. Seungho says he’ll consider, he’ll consider, but Joon whimpers, hugs him tighter. He’s been considering for enough, hasn’t he?
When Seungho says he’ll have to take a shower now, Joon grins wider - they both know what that means. Joon enjoys that Seungho wouldn’t decline it or act shy, would let him slip into the shower with him, run his hands over his body, lips pressed to his neck and collarbones and then down, down. Joon enjoys that Seungho would let out lustful groans, so different from his daytime perfect husband image, and grasp his hair firmly, thrusting into his mouth. Joon, most of all, enjoys that Seungho would take him against the tile wall, their moist bodies moving together as Joon clings onto his shoulders, watching, marveled, Seungho’s dark eyes piercing into his, his mouth spilling out the dirtiest promises as his hips work restlessly because he knows that’s how Joon likes it.
The end is calm, much like the beginning. The two of them side by side on bed again, under the same sheet, Seungho turning to one side to get some sleep. Joon would smile and curl up against his back, one arm around his torso, and that elicits a grunt from Seungho, who never pretended to like closeness in sleep, but he lets Joon be for the moment, waits until he’s happy and asleep to roll him back to his side of the bed.
Then, Joon realizes he has opened his eyes and he’s staring stupidly at the ceiling. He's forgotten why he was angry to even begin with - it had been something about Seungho, but that doesn’t make sense because even whispering that name to himself right now does nothing but further stretch his grin and make him squirm a little on his mattress, a sigh of contentment leaving his lips.
He knows dreams are dreams, and there are impossibilities among those images, but that doesn’t take any of his newfound sensation of completion away. He walks out of the bedroom and sees Seungho trying to fix the TV’s control remote in the living room, since Mir apparently had broken it last week and they only have time to look into it now.
Seungho stops his ministrations when he feels Joon’s arms around him, his face pressed against the back of his shoulder. He chuckles, resting his own arms over the other man’s, and says he had the impression Joon was mad at him earlier, something that could be relief or frustration playing in his tone (Joon always has issues understanding Seungho's emotions). Joon tightens his hug, shaking his head but he’s so happy that Seungho notices, even if it’s silly, Seungho cares. I’m not anymore, he tells him, I’ll try not to be mad for no reason anymore.
He gets happily lost in the sound of Seungho’s disbelieving laugh, wondering what it would sound like joined by the laughter of the two little boys from those daydreams.
They’re dreams, yes, and some of those things are impossible to come true, yes, but Joon doesn’t let that notion bring him down. Partly because he’s silly, maybe. But Joon had a dream before, and it too seemed unreachable back in the day. Nonetheless, Joon had worked with his silly, stubborn mind to make it happen, with success.
He holds onto an unknowing Seungho and believes (stupidly, you could say, but also firmly) that he can make that magic happen once again.