Yearbook and Silver Hair
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: PG-13 (mentions of sex)
Genre: Fluff
Summary: One of Jaejoong and Changmin's grandsons finds their old yearbook and questions how they fell in love.
A/N: Prompt 40 for the _starcandy challenge
Lying next to his lover of many years in their cushy loveseat, Jaejoong only smiled as little children feet pattered around the house. Changmin was resting, silver hair glinting in the twilight shine, arm wrapped around Jaejoong’s waist. The little ones had been so gracious as to leave them with a blanket as they started their playtime, leaving their grandparents to nap the afternoon away. Jaejoong and Changmin had been content with that and cuddled up together to sleep, Jaejoong only just now waking as night settled in the house.
One of the younger children was in the room with them, playing with different books on the lowest shelves of the bookcase. He was a simple child who was satisfied with looking at pictures and making up stories to go along with them. From the contents of the pages, Jaejoong guessed that the boy, Shinyoo, had found his and Changmin’s old high school yearbook.
“Shinyoo, my grandchild, why are you looking at that boring thing?” Jaejoong whispered across the room. Above them the sound of laughter and tears seeped through the ceiling, but Jaejoong was not concerned with the other children.
The young boy excitedly turned to his grandfather and held up the book, “Jaejoong Haraboji, Changmin Haraboji has brown hair! You have silver hair! How can that be?” He expectantly waited for an answer, wrinkling the pages as he unsteadily tried to hold up the heavy book for Jaejoong to examine.
Jaejoong only chuckled. “What is that, Shinyoo? Bring it closer, I don’t have my glasses on.” Understanding what he meant, the grandson crawled over and placed the book on Changmin’s lap gently and climbed into Jaejoong’s lap. “Hmm, let’s see, can you guess why our hair is so different?”
With an odd look of curiosity and buggy eyes, Shinyoo turned to stare at his pretty grandfather and reached out to tug on his black hair. “Do Haraboji deul dye their hair now?” Jaejoong laughed again, not even wincing in pain as his grandson tugged his shiny black hair just a tad too hard.
“No our hair is its natural color now.” The boy gasped, shaking his head in disbelief. “Shinyoo, did you know that there was once a time that Changmin Haraboji hated me? He saw my silver hair and absolutely didn’t want to associate with me. Ah, I was such a bad student and Changmin was such a good one.”
“No way, Haraboji is smart and could never be a bad student!” He shook his head defiantly, completely knocking the yearbook shut onto Changmin’s leg. Changmin peeked his eye open to look at the fuss, smiling softly.
“Don’t let him trick you, Shinyoo. He hated me too.”
“Haraboji deul are trying to trick me! You are both so in love, it is impossible for you to have hated each other! You cuddle, and kiss, and hold each other, and share food, and wear each other’s clothes, and hold hands. Stop lying to me!”
The boy was close to throwing a small temper tantrum, but Jaejoong gently kissed his forehead and hushed him.
“This was a long time ago, back when I was still young and beautiful and Changmin wasn’t as tall as he is now.” Jaejoong stated. Changmin leaned over and whispered softly into his ear ‘you’re still beautiful,” but Jaejoong swatted away his silly flirting. “I was a bit of a bad boy at the time and didn’t focus on school work at all while Changmin, two grades below me, was already a bright and hopeful student. We easily clashed.”
Changmin started adding more to the story. “In fact, whenever we saw each other in school, we almost always fought. Sometimes it was about Jaejoong’s hair color, and sometimes it was about me stealing some of his lunch. Jaejoong cooked really well even back then.”
“But how did Haraboji deul fall in love if you hated each other?”
Changmin leaned over and pecked Jaejoong on the cheek. “Well, you know the saying, ‘there is a thin line between love and hate.’ One day it just happened.”
Their grandson didn’t seem satisfied with the answer and pouted, something he definitely inherited from a certain grandfather. “Stop teasing me!”
It was really better that Changmin didn’t tell Shinyoo what happened. Jaejoong’s cheeks were already burning red from the memory. Another part of Changmin was coming alive even at his great age. Their last epic fight had started on the rooftop with Jaejoong taking a swing at Changmin and the freshman using his superior height to topple the older over and wrestle him on the ground. What had seemed like hate was really just sexual frustration and their close quarter fight led to kissing, feeling each other up, and finally Changmin exerting his dominance over the then rebelling Kim Jaejoong.
“Know your place, Shim.” Jaejoong hissed out.
“My place it right here inside of you,” Changmin smirked as he moved his hips just a little faster.
“Ungh -you’re scratching up my back.” Jaejoong whined. His shirt had ridden up and was rubbing roughly against the concrete floor.
“My knees aren’t taking this too kindly either.”
“Bastard.”
“You love me,” Changmin breathed into Jaejoong’s neck, moving up and grazing his lips.
“Yeah, I do.” Then their mouths met in a tangled mess.
“No really, Shinyoo baby, one day we just stopped hating each other. You’ll see. You’ll find that special someone and your feelings will just change.”
The boy was still upset, and he huffed and buried his face in Jaejoong’s still decently toned chest. “That doesn’t even explain how your hair is different.”
“Your hair makes you look like an old man.” Changmin grunted, fingers pulling on Jaejoong’s silver hair as he went down on him.
Jaejoong flashed his watery eyes at Changmin and bit him, coming up only to graze his head and take a deep breath. “I hope you have white hair when you are older. Or go bald!”
“Shinyoo, why don’t you try and figure out the reason and tell us over dinner? We’d love to hear what you think.” Jaejoong suggested. The boy’s eyes lit up and he quickly hopped off Jaejoong’s lap and pulled the yearbook away to do some further investigations.
Dear Jaejoong Hyung,
Even though you are a bitch, you are my bitch. I like my bitches with their natural hair, so none of this silly bad boy nonsense should continue now that you are going to university. Wow Hyung, how did you even manage that?
Love,
The one who tops you
Fuck you Shim
Shinyoo didn’t understand most of the words, but he recognized love right from the get go.
Rating: PG-13 (mentions of sex)
Genre: Fluff
Summary: One of Jaejoong and Changmin's grandsons finds their old yearbook and questions how they fell in love.
A/N: Prompt 40 for the _starcandy challenge
Lying next to his lover of many years in their cushy loveseat, Jaejoong only smiled as little children feet pattered around the house. Changmin was resting, silver hair glinting in the twilight shine, arm wrapped around Jaejoong’s waist. The little ones had been so gracious as to leave them with a blanket as they started their playtime, leaving their grandparents to nap the afternoon away. Jaejoong and Changmin had been content with that and cuddled up together to sleep, Jaejoong only just now waking as night settled in the house.
One of the younger children was in the room with them, playing with different books on the lowest shelves of the bookcase. He was a simple child who was satisfied with looking at pictures and making up stories to go along with them. From the contents of the pages, Jaejoong guessed that the boy, Shinyoo, had found his and Changmin’s old high school yearbook.
“Shinyoo, my grandchild, why are you looking at that boring thing?” Jaejoong whispered across the room. Above them the sound of laughter and tears seeped through the ceiling, but Jaejoong was not concerned with the other children.
The young boy excitedly turned to his grandfather and held up the book, “Jaejoong Haraboji, Changmin Haraboji has brown hair! You have silver hair! How can that be?” He expectantly waited for an answer, wrinkling the pages as he unsteadily tried to hold up the heavy book for Jaejoong to examine.
Jaejoong only chuckled. “What is that, Shinyoo? Bring it closer, I don’t have my glasses on.” Understanding what he meant, the grandson crawled over and placed the book on Changmin’s lap gently and climbed into Jaejoong’s lap. “Hmm, let’s see, can you guess why our hair is so different?”
With an odd look of curiosity and buggy eyes, Shinyoo turned to stare at his pretty grandfather and reached out to tug on his black hair. “Do Haraboji deul dye their hair now?” Jaejoong laughed again, not even wincing in pain as his grandson tugged his shiny black hair just a tad too hard.
“No our hair is its natural color now.” The boy gasped, shaking his head in disbelief. “Shinyoo, did you know that there was once a time that Changmin Haraboji hated me? He saw my silver hair and absolutely didn’t want to associate with me. Ah, I was such a bad student and Changmin was such a good one.”
“No way, Haraboji is smart and could never be a bad student!” He shook his head defiantly, completely knocking the yearbook shut onto Changmin’s leg. Changmin peeked his eye open to look at the fuss, smiling softly.
“Don’t let him trick you, Shinyoo. He hated me too.”
“Haraboji deul are trying to trick me! You are both so in love, it is impossible for you to have hated each other! You cuddle, and kiss, and hold each other, and share food, and wear each other’s clothes, and hold hands. Stop lying to me!”
The boy was close to throwing a small temper tantrum, but Jaejoong gently kissed his forehead and hushed him.
“This was a long time ago, back when I was still young and beautiful and Changmin wasn’t as tall as he is now.” Jaejoong stated. Changmin leaned over and whispered softly into his ear ‘you’re still beautiful,” but Jaejoong swatted away his silly flirting. “I was a bit of a bad boy at the time and didn’t focus on school work at all while Changmin, two grades below me, was already a bright and hopeful student. We easily clashed.”
Changmin started adding more to the story. “In fact, whenever we saw each other in school, we almost always fought. Sometimes it was about Jaejoong’s hair color, and sometimes it was about me stealing some of his lunch. Jaejoong cooked really well even back then.”
“But how did Haraboji deul fall in love if you hated each other?”
Changmin leaned over and pecked Jaejoong on the cheek. “Well, you know the saying, ‘there is a thin line between love and hate.’ One day it just happened.”
Their grandson didn’t seem satisfied with the answer and pouted, something he definitely inherited from a certain grandfather. “Stop teasing me!”
It was really better that Changmin didn’t tell Shinyoo what happened. Jaejoong’s cheeks were already burning red from the memory. Another part of Changmin was coming alive even at his great age. Their last epic fight had started on the rooftop with Jaejoong taking a swing at Changmin and the freshman using his superior height to topple the older over and wrestle him on the ground. What had seemed like hate was really just sexual frustration and their close quarter fight led to kissing, feeling each other up, and finally Changmin exerting his dominance over the then rebelling Kim Jaejoong.
“Know your place, Shim.” Jaejoong hissed out.
“My place it right here inside of you,” Changmin smirked as he moved his hips just a little faster.
“Ungh -you’re scratching up my back.” Jaejoong whined. His shirt had ridden up and was rubbing roughly against the concrete floor.
“My knees aren’t taking this too kindly either.”
“Bastard.”
“You love me,” Changmin breathed into Jaejoong’s neck, moving up and grazing his lips.
“Yeah, I do.” Then their mouths met in a tangled mess.
“No really, Shinyoo baby, one day we just stopped hating each other. You’ll see. You’ll find that special someone and your feelings will just change.”
The boy was still upset, and he huffed and buried his face in Jaejoong’s still decently toned chest. “That doesn’t even explain how your hair is different.”
“Your hair makes you look like an old man.” Changmin grunted, fingers pulling on Jaejoong’s silver hair as he went down on him.
Jaejoong flashed his watery eyes at Changmin and bit him, coming up only to graze his head and take a deep breath. “I hope you have white hair when you are older. Or go bald!”
“Shinyoo, why don’t you try and figure out the reason and tell us over dinner? We’d love to hear what you think.” Jaejoong suggested. The boy’s eyes lit up and he quickly hopped off Jaejoong’s lap and pulled the yearbook away to do some further investigations.
Dear Jaejoong Hyung,
Even though you are a bitch, you are my bitch. I like my bitches with their natural hair, so none of this silly bad boy nonsense should continue now that you are going to university. Wow Hyung, how did you even manage that?
Love,
The one who tops you
Fuck you Shim
Shinyoo didn’t understand most of the words, but he recognized love right from the get go.