got game
Title: got game
Fandom: exo
Pairing: kris/girl!junmyeon
Word count: ~ 5,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, girl!exo
Summary: Junmyeon ditches Kris to babysit, but Kris will be having none of this madness. Written for this prompt at exopromptmeme.
A/N: so is my thing for girl!junmyeon justified now thanks to something from smtown seoul??
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“Here’s the extra for Sambin if you need them,” Mrs. Kwon says, waving her hand over her frozen breast milk in the freezer. “Just thaw one out in a bowl of hot water before pouring it into his bottle.”
“But no more than two for the night, right?” Junmyeon asks, just to be sure.
“Unless he gets really fussy, then yes, two should be plenty,” Mrs. Kwon answers, nodding and heading back to the living room to gather her things, Junmyeon trailing right after her. “I’m so glad you were available on such short notice, Junmyeon, I really appreciate it.”
“My pleasure,” Junmyeon says honestly, smiling at the kind woman. “It’s nice to see little Samhyun again too.”
The eight-year-old looks up from where he’s putting together Legos on the floor, complaining, “I’m not little anymore, Junmyeon-noona!”
“You are quite a bit bigger than last time I saw you,” Junmyeon admits, going over to join him, moving the small toy pieces further away from where baby Sambin is rolling around mindlessly.
“Alright, well, I’ll be back as soon as possible,” Mrs. Kwon announces as she finishes wrapping her scarf around her neck. She goes over and places a kiss onto each of her sons’ cheeks. “You boys be good for noona, okay?”
“I will!” Samhyun promises, and Sambin just gurgles cutely in response.
“Call me if you need anything,” Mrs. Kwon calls back as she exits the front door in haste, door slamming slightly behind her.
“Your mom said we could make anything we’d like for dinner,” Junmyeon tells the young boy as he completes another wall for what looks to be an attempt at a castle, “any requests?”
“Spaghetti!” he immediately decides, and offers to help Junmyeon make it. She asks him to clean up his toys from the floor and meet her in the kitchen as she picks Sambin off the floor and carries him over to place him in his rocking swing set in the dining room. He seems content for now, just swinging back and forth in the contraption, but she makes sure to keep an eye on him while she gathers the ingredients from the cupboards in the kitchen.
Samhyun rejoins her, climbing up onto the step stool and washing his hands thoroughly before Junmyeon gives him the task of measuring out two servings of pasta for them. She pours the jar of sauce into a pan and sets on the stove, so the prep for their meal is basically already done.
“We have to wait until the water is boiling before adding that,” Junmyeon has to tell Samhyun before he drops the noodles into the water.
“Oh, okay, noona!” Samhyun agrees, setting the pasta back onto the plate she’d set out for him.
Junmyeon’s phone begins ringing so she pulls it out of her handy skirt pocket while stirring the heating sauce, seeing that it’s Kris who's calling. She realizes she’s totally forgotten about him.
“Hey, Kris,” she says when she answers the call.
“You were gonna drive here yourself, right?” Kris asks her, and Junmyeon feels bad for essentially ditching him. “Because I can come pick you up if you needed me to-”
“I actually can’t make it,” Junmyeon tells her boyfriend apologetically, then turns to Samhyun and says, “You can put the noodles in now, but be careful not to splash the hot water.”
“What?” Kris says, clearly confused. “Where are you?”
“My old neighbor who I used to babysit for a lot just called me and asked if I could babysit her sons tonight,” Junmyeon explains. “Some issue with her husband’s flight being changed to an earlier one and him now being stuck at the airport with no ride…I don't know, it was all totally last minute, for both her and me.”
“But I already bought our tickets for the movie,” Kris tells her, sounding like he’s pouting. Junmyeon feels even worse now.
“You can return them and get your money back?” She suggests, turning the fire off under the sauce. “I’m sorry...we can try to catch a late show if Mrs. Kwon gets back soon enough-”
“It’s okay,” Kris tells her, but she can tell he feels dejected.
“Tell Luhan and Minseok I’m sorry too,” she asks, then realizes she needs to check on the pasta that Samhyun just left to boil. “I gotta go, Kris.”
“Oh, okay.” He sounds so disappointed she feels her stomach settle heavily at being the reason for that. “Bye, Jun.”
“Bye,” she says hastily before hanging up the call and grabbing a utensil to stir the pasta with.
Junmyeon manages to finish the meal without issue and plates it up for her and Samhyun. After shaking a bit of parmesan cheese onto each pile of noodles, she brings them out to the dining room, where she finds Samhyun making silly faces at an easily amused Sambin.
“All ready,” she announces, and Samhyun immediately climbs up into a chair, clearly hungry. The two of them begin eating their dinner together, Samhyun telling her all about his adventures at school, everything from his awesome friends to the intimidating older kids and the annoying grumpy librarian. Junmyeon listens intently, letting him do all the talking. It’s fun to see the little boy’s eyes light up at the smallest situations.
Junmyeon is gathering the dishes up when the two of them are done, bringing them to the sink when the doorbell suddenly rings. “I’ll get it!” Samhyun declares, and she hears his little feet pad off towards the front of the house. She drops the plates in the sink and goes right after him, unsure who exactly it would be at their door at this time.
“Who are you?” she can hear Samhyun saying, and she rounds the corner to where the front door is.
“I’m Kris,” none other than her boyfriend is saying to the young boy, standing with his hands in his pockets on the front porch. He looks up and smiles at Junmyeon when she makes it over to them, saying, “Hey.”
“What are you doing here?” Junmyeon asks him, not so much angrily, rather just curiously.
“Who is this, noona?” Samhyun asks from below, little eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
“This is Kris...my-” she cuts herself off when she hears some little sobs getting louder and louder from back in the house. “Shoot, let’s just…all get inside and shut the door for now,” she says as she rushes back into the dining room, immediately picking the crying baby up from his place in his rocker and trying to soothe him. Sambin quiets down a bit, but she knows that he needs food, so she keeps him in her hold and walks into the kitchen to make up his bottle. It’s a bit difficult, trying to get the plastic packaging open with only one hand and not have it go everywhere as she pours it into his bottle. She manages, though, and brings the warm bottle with her over to the living room where Kris is standing awkwardly next to the couch where Samhyun is sitting just staring at the tall teenager.
“You can sit,” Junmyeon tells Kris as she takes a seat next to Samhyun and readjusts the baby so he’s in a comfortable position for her to feed him the bottle.
Kris sits on the loveseat cattycorner to them and Samhyun blurts out, “He says he’s your boyfriend, Junmyeon-noona.”
“He is,” she affirms, but is still paying attention to making sure Sambin is eating comfortably.
“Why is he here?” Samhyun demands, sounding a little bit annoyed.
“That’s a good question,” she agrees, then looks pointedly at Kris. “Got an answer for us?”
“Well, you cancelled on me,” Kris reminds her pouting just the slightest, and she feels immediately bad again. “And I wasn’t about to be the third wheel to Luhan and Minseok on what was supposed to be our double date, and when I told them where you were, Minseok just so happened to know who you were babysitting for and willingly gave me the address so...uh...here I am?”
“I honestly don’t mind that you’re here,” Junmyeon tells him truthfully, angling the bottle to make sure Sambin doesn’t get any air bubbles as he sucks. “It’s just…I have to take care of these kids, now, I can’t really hang out or anything.”
“I know, that’s okay,” Kris replies, nodding. “I just…didn’t have anything else to do so…I don’t know…”
She can’t help but smile at how endearing that is to her for whatever reason. Junmyeon turns to Samhyun and says, “Kris is a really nice guy, Sam...is it alright if he hangs out with us for the night?”
Samhyun looks to be almost glaring at Kris, his little mouth slightly pursed as he shrugs. “I guess.”
“Awesome,” Junmyeon says to him, smiling. “Maybe you guys could play Legos together while I feed your brother?”
“I’m done playing with Legos already,” Samhyun says breezily.
“Well, then…how about you go down to the den and play some video games or something?” she suggests, wanting to make sure he stays entertained so he doesn’t get fussy.
“Fine,” Samhyun agrees, hopping off the couch. He turns to Kris and tells him, “but I’m really good at Mario Kart, so be prepared to lose.”
“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Kris replies, standing up from his own seat and following the kid over to the stairs. Junmyeon gives him a look, as if making sure to tell him to let the kid win, because the last thing she needs is Samhyun throwing a tantrum over something as silly as losing a video game.
She sighs when the two of them are out of sight, realizing the night may have just gotten a little more hectic than it originally would have been.
***
“I call Yoshi!” Samhyun proclaims as he expertly turns on all the devices necessary and grabs two remotes from a drawer in the TV stand. He gives one to Kris, who’s sitting on the couch across from the television and then climbs up onto the space on the other end, the middle cushio keeping them somewhat distant from one another. “Junmyeon-noona told me Yoshi is her favorite Mario character.”
Kris just nods, having not known that before as the young boy goes to work setting up the game. He knows all the necessary buttons to press, and he immediately snatches the Yoshi character when it comes time to choose, and Kris settles for Boo.
Samhyun actually is really good at Mario Kart, especially for an eight-year-old. He even stopped going easy on the kid after a couple rounds of letting him win, but still continued to lose. Every time, Samhyun would cheer in victory and taunt Kris for sucking so bad, but he took it all in stride, considering this was an eight-year-old boy he was dealing with here.
“You’re not very good at Mario Kart,” Samhyun says after a series of races, watching as his character gets crowned first place. “But you are good at something else.”
“Yeah?” Kris replies, looking over at him curiously.
“Yeah,” Samhyun nods, “losing.”
Kris resists rolling his eyes at the little sasster. “Not true,” he defends himself. “I win at basketball all the time.”
“Basketball sucks,” Samhyun retorts immediately. “I play soccer.”
“Oh yeah?” Kris asks. The kid’s being a little bit of a punk to him, but he’s not going to bother to do anything about it. He figures he’s just a kid being a kid.
“Yeah, I’m really good,” Samhyun tells him haughtily. “Junmyeon-noona told me she really loves soccer. She’s going to come to one of my games when soccer starts again this year.”
Kris knows it’s ridiculous the second he thinks it, but he can’t help but suddenly come to realize that he’s pretty sure this little kid is trying to make him...jealous?
It doesn’t make sense, because he’s eight and he doesn’t even know Kris. But he can’t help but wonder if maybe Samhyun has a little bit of a schoolboy crush on Junmyeon, what with the way he’s been glaring at him and trying to one-up him ever since he showed up and revealed himself as his babysitter's boyfriend.
Kris will admit, he can get sort of irrationally jealous sometimes - he still tends to keep an eye out for that Jongdae kid when he’s hanging around Junmyeon and him, and he can’t help but get a weird vibe from their math teacher who just so happens to be young and conventionally attractive and very eager-to-help when Junmyeon asks for it. But there is no way he is about to get jealous over a silly little eight-year-old's crush on his girlfriend.
“Noona will probably be away at college then, though,” Kris breaks it to the kid, the unfortunate irrationality creeping in. He knows he’s sort of fucked up. “Might not actually be able to make it to one of your games. Bummer.”
Samhyun tries his hardest to avoid pouting, clearly trying to put on a brave face in front of what Kris guesses he sees as his competition.
He wants to stick his tongue out at the kid as a sign that he’s won.
He also wants to punch himself in the face for forever being such a sucker for Junmyeon, causing him to act so unreasonably like this.
He tells himself it’s just love to make himself feel better.
“Samhyun,” Junmyeon’s voice comes from behind, and she shows up next to the TV, lightly bouncing a happy looking Sambin in her arms. “It’s getting late, how about you start getting ready for bed?”
“Noona, it’s not that late,” Samhyun whines, shaking his head. “And it’s Friday…I have no school tomorrow!”
“You still need to get a good night’s rest,” Junmyeon points out.
“Please let me stay up a little longer, noona,” Samhyun begs, pouting noticeably now, “especially since you’re not actually gonna come to one of my soccer games like you promised you would.”
“What are you talking about?” she replies, looking confused.
“Kris said you’ll be away at college,” the boy reiterates, and Kris ignores the annoyance he feels at the boy avoiding calling him hyung. “You didn’t tell me you were gonna be away at college, noona.”
“I…still haven’t really decided what I’m going to do,” she explains, then gives Kris a questioning look, as if to ask him why he told the kid something like that. Kris just shrugs and looks away, feeling a bit foolish.
“We have Frozen, noona!” Samhyun tells her excitedly. “We can watch that...you told me you loved Frozen, right?”
Kris can’t help but smirk, recalling the time he and Junmyeon had gone to see that film in theatres which had resulted in an hour-long really hot public makeout/handjob session. He hopes that’s the reason she likes the movie so much.
Junmyeon sighs, seeming defeated. “Okay,” she decides. “Let me go put your brother to bed and we can watch Frozen.”
Samhyun visibly brightens as Junmyeon walks back up the stairs. He rifles through a cabinet under the TV stand and gets the movie all set up for them. As the young boy is walking back to the couch, Kris watches as he hesitates, about to go for the spot where he’d been while they were playing Mario Kart, one couch cushion away from Kris. But this time, Samhyun somewhat reluctantly decides on the middle couch cushion, right next to Kris this time, leaving the spot on the end for Junmyeon.
Kris can’t help but gape at the eight-year-old who clearly knows what he’s doing.
He’s actually a little impressed, considering the kid already has game at this age.
And it’s not like it’s the end of the world - Kris can handle a single movie without cuddling Junmyeon during it, even if that’s what he’s now used to. He’ll let little Samhyun have his way until it’s his bed time, knowing full well things will definitely change after that.
Junmyeon eventually returns with the baby monitor in her hands, also noticing the change in seating arrangements. She gives Kris a look and he just shrugs discreetly so as to not interfere too much with Samhyun’s strategy.
They start the movie and Kris tries to get into it but he really can’t. He’ll willingly sit through whatever Disney movie or chick flick Junmyeon wants to see, but only if he’s in close enough proximity to Junmyeon that she can distract him from the lack of shit blowing up on screen. This is practically torture, other than the fact that Junmyeon is singing along with her pretty voice to each and every one of the songs in the movie. Samhyun tries to also sing along, less easily and clearly less memorized, but seeming proud of himself, nonetheless, for having this little thing to bond over with his noona.
“You kinda look like Kristoff, Kris,” Junmyeon says during the scene where said character first appears. Realization seems to dawn on her just then as she points out, “and you practically have the same name!”
“So that would make you Anna then, right, Jun?” Kris replies, shooting a slightly smug look at an annoyed looking Samhyun. “Wait, they end up together, don’t they?”
“I think Kris looks more like Hans,” Samhyun throws in, arms crossed over his chest.
Kris just smirks to himself and the conversation ends there, the other two too immersed in the movie to care about anything else.
Finally, after what feels like forever, the credits begin to roll, much to Kris’s delight. This means it’s time for Samhyun to go to bed. Which in turn means he can finally hang out with his girlfriend, which he was supposed to be doing tonight anyway before she ditched him for babysitting two smelly little boys instead.
“Such a good movie,” Junmyeon gushes before standing up off the couch and turning to give Samhyun a serious look. “Alright, I let you stay up for this one, but it’s bedtime now.”
“Fine,” Samhyun surrenders, rolling off the couch and following Junmyeon to the stairs.
“Night, Samhyun,” Kris calls out to him.
Samhyun turns around and glowers at Kris, but bites out a simple, “Night,” nonetheless.
Kris suddenly decides he kinda likes that Samhyun kid, even if only because the eight-year-old clearly already has impeccable taste in women.
***
After a request that she can’t deny of just one bedtime story, Junmyeon finally gets Samhyun to go to bed. She quietly places the book back onto his shelf and sneaks out of his room, shutting the door as softly as possible behind her. After checking on Sambin once more in the nursery, she heads over to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes from dinner, only to find Kris there scrounging through the Kwons’ fridge.
“Okay, so now that it’s just you and me,” she says to him walking past the fridge to turn the tap on in the sink, “wanna tell me why the heck you randomly showed up here?”
“I already told you,” Kris replies, coming out of the fridge empty-handed and moving onto the freezer. “I’m a loser who has no friends, so when you cancelled on me, I had no clue what to do with myself.”
“You do to have friends,” Junmyeon mutters, scrubbing the leftover tomato sauce off of the pan from dinner. “So you drove here, then?”
“Yeah,” Kris answers as if it should have been obvious. He gives up on any food in the freezer as well and just settles for snacking on some chips from an already-opened bag on the counter.
“Well, I think maybe you should leave before Mr. and Mrs. Kwon get back,” Junmyeon suggests, not wanting them to think she would take advantage of their house in any indecent sort of way.
“How did you get here to their house?” Kris asks her, randomly changing the subject.
“Uh…Mrs. Kwon picked after I agreed to come over,” Junmyeon responds, grabbing the towel to dry the dishes she’s just cleaned.
“So…I’m assuming she was going to drive you back home too,” Kris states the obvious, “but since I’m now here, I’m available to bring you home myself, which saves them the time and gas that would take-”
“I don’t want them to think…” Junmyeon goes to put the pots away in the top cupboard where she’d gotten then out from. “I don’t want them to think we were here…doing stuff in their house-”
Her wrist is suddenly encircled by one of Kris’s large hands, tugging at her just the slightest. She sighs and gets down from her tiptoes, having been trying to reach into the top of one of the cupboards to put away the pots. Kris takes them from her hold and does it easily, thanks to his tall stature. He just stays there though, keeping Junmyeon somewhat trapped in between his body and the counter, and she turns around to try and face him so she can push him away.
“Kris,” she complains, but he only presses her further back into the granite when she’s facing him. “What are you-?”
“If they’re already going to assume that we were ‘doing stuff,’” he says quietly, lips suddenly ghosting right over Junmyeon’s own. “Then we might as well ‘do stuff.’”
“Ohmygod, Kris, no-” Junmyeon gasps, but his lips are now against hers, pushing her back until her head lightly bumps against one of the cabinets. She can’t help but melt into it, the feeling of his strong hands against her hips and the way his tongue is sliding effortlessly alongside her bottom lip. She realizes she may never get another babysitting gig with the Kwons again after this, but that thought sort of floats to the back of her mind when Kris is suddenly lifting her up onto the counter, fitting himself snuggly between her now spread legs.
She threads her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, pulling him even closer to her. Kris’s hands are teasingly tracing the hem of her skirt, ghosting further and further up before descending back down again. She whimpers at the warming sensation it causes in her lower belly.
“Kris,” she pleads, not wanting to play any games right now, because she knows they only have limited amount of time to ‘do stuff’ if they’re going to fucking ‘do stuff.’ He’s already managed to get her all riled up like this and there’s no way she’s going to let him just get away with teasing her to the edge only to leave her hanging.
Kris complies, his hand moving upwards, stroking once lightly over her covered slit, making Junmyeon shudder against him, before his fingers sneak their way under the elastic. He presses the pad of his index finger right against her clit and Junmyeon squeals, arms tightening around his neck as her legs spread even wider unconsciously.
“Shit, Kris,” she moans as she rocks her hips into Kris's fingers as he circles her button, his other hand massaging her upper thigh gently. She bites her lip and rests her head back against the cabinet once more, the heat that’s been pooling in her belly intensifying.
“Mmm, I like when you say my name like that,” Kris mutters, fingers moving a bit down south until they’re resting against her entrance. Junmyeon bucks forward, and Kris obeys, a single finger sliding easily into her slickness. She gasps as he strokes against the front of her walls before he’s already adding a second finger, stretching her just a bit more as she wiggles herself atop the counter to adjust to it.
Kris adjusts his hand so he can fuck in and out of Junmyeon slowly, his palm pressing against Junmyeon’s clit with each motion. She lets out a string of “ah, ah, ah”s, tugging a bit harder at his hair as she feels her orgasm building up inside of her.
“Kris, fuck, please don’t stop,” she begs as her entire body heats up and her center begins tingling with need. He maneuvers his hand so he can rub at her clit more directly with his thumb instead, and that does it for her. Junmyeon feels herself clench around his fingers as her orgasm washes over her, riding it out against Kris’s hand. She slumps back a little against the cabinet as Kris mindlessly continues rubbing at her throbbing entrance.
“Fuck, that was so wrong,” Junmyeon gasps, chest still heaving as Kris kisses his way down her jaw and neck.
“Mmmm, but that’s just how you like it, huh?” Kris asks cheekily, fingers slipping out from inside of her and moving to languidly outline the edge of her now dampened panties.
“What?” Junmyeon demands, pulling away from him to stare in question.
Kris shrugs, looking a bit regretful all of a sudden. “I don’t know, you seem to be kinda into, like...that sorta thing...”
“What sort of thing?” Junmyeon presses, removing her hands from around his neck to cross them in front of her chest instead.
“Like…I was just remembering how you jerked me off when we went to see Frozen in theatres, and there was that one time in the locker room after that basketball game, and I mean just last week my whole family was home when we made that-”
“Ohmygod, I’m a whore,” Junmyeon realizes, dropping her head into her hands, ashamed. She can’t even believe some of the things she’s willingly engaged in with Kris, now that they’re all being so helpfully listed to her one by one.
“No you’re not, baby.” Kris tries to tug her hands away from her face.
“I just let you finger me in some random people’s kitchen with their kids sleeping right down the hall!” Junmyeon whisper-yells, looking a bit hysterical at this point. “Not to mention all the parents and kids in the same theatre as us during Frozen!”
“Well…that’s why we went all the way to the back of the theatre,” Kris tries to placate her, but it’s not working very well. “Plus it wasn’t a very full showing anyway.”
Junmyeon just groans and drops her head against Kris’s shoulder, ashamed and horrified with herself for being such an indecent girl. “I’m never going to the movies again,” she vows, “and I’m never agreeing to babysit these children again.”
“Don’t do that,” Kris says, rubbing soothing circles into her hips. “You’re so good with kids, Jun, they love you.”
“You think so?” Junmyeon asks, pulling away and looking at Kris with wide, curious eyes.
“Of course,” Kris answers immediately, “Sambin barely even seemed to cry with you here, and when he did, you were able to comfort him so quickly.”
“It was just cuz he was hungry and I was the one with his food…” Junmyeon retorts, still not buying it.
“No,” Kris disagrees, “it’s because you’re so calm and patient. I actually couldn’t help but think about what a great mom you’ll make one day after seeing you take care of him.”
“Ohmygod, Kris!” Junmyeon hits him lightly on the arm at that, not actually wanting to hurt him. “I’m only eighteen!”
“I said one day!” he points out. “Not now, but…later. Eventually.”
“You really think I’d be a good mommy?” Junmyeon asks him, looking away from his eyes and playing with the hem of his shirt.
“Of course, baby,” Kris confirms. “Do you think I’d make a good daddy?”
“Ew, Kris, you’re so cheesy,” Junmyeon mocks, fake-punching him in the center of his chest. “I don’t know, though…you were sort of weird with Samhyun to be honest…”
“Hey, it wasn’t me, that little punk hated me from the get-go,” Kris defends, shaking his head at her.
“Why?” Junmyeon wonders, curious about what he may have said to the kid to put him off so quickly.
“I’m pretty sure he likes you, Junmyeon,” Kris says, totally seriously. “Like…likes you, likes you.”
“Oh, shut up.” Junmyeon rolls her eyes at him.
“No, I’m serious,” Kris persists. “He was totally trying to one-up me the whole night in hopes of winning you over.”
“Kris, he’s eight years old,” Junmyeon reminds him, thinking he’s being absolutely ridiculous.
“I was seven years old when I fell in love with you.” Kris shrugs. “Maybe you have a certain charm that attracts boys that age.”
“Ew, Kris, don’t make me sound like some creepy pedo-noona,” Junmyeon complains, shoving his shoulder.
“That’s not what-” he begins to say, but they both freeze at the sound of the front door being unlocked.
“Fuck,” Junmyeon shrieks, pushing Kris away from her so she can hop off the counter. She rushes down the hall, stopping at the mirror there to make sure she doesn’t look too disheveled, hearing Kris whine, “Wait, Jun, I’m still hard, though-” before she chucks a pillow from the couch at him.
She greets the Kwons at their front door with what she hopes is a calm, put-together looking smile on her face, swearing to herself at that moment that this will be the last time she ever babysits for anyone ever again.
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A/N: omg this got me thinking would anyone read a Frozen krisho au?? i know i'm so ridiculous i'm sorry
Fandom: exo
Pairing: kris/girl!junmyeon
Word count: ~ 5,000
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, girl!exo
Summary: Junmyeon ditches Kris to babysit, but Kris will be having none of this madness. Written for this prompt at exopromptmeme.
A/N: so is my thing for girl!junmyeon justified now thanks to something from smtown seoul??
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“Here’s the extra for Sambin if you need them,” Mrs. Kwon says, waving her hand over her frozen breast milk in the freezer. “Just thaw one out in a bowl of hot water before pouring it into his bottle.”
“But no more than two for the night, right?” Junmyeon asks, just to be sure.
“Unless he gets really fussy, then yes, two should be plenty,” Mrs. Kwon answers, nodding and heading back to the living room to gather her things, Junmyeon trailing right after her. “I’m so glad you were available on such short notice, Junmyeon, I really appreciate it.”
“My pleasure,” Junmyeon says honestly, smiling at the kind woman. “It’s nice to see little Samhyun again too.”
The eight-year-old looks up from where he’s putting together Legos on the floor, complaining, “I’m not little anymore, Junmyeon-noona!”
“You are quite a bit bigger than last time I saw you,” Junmyeon admits, going over to join him, moving the small toy pieces further away from where baby Sambin is rolling around mindlessly.
“Alright, well, I’ll be back as soon as possible,” Mrs. Kwon announces as she finishes wrapping her scarf around her neck. She goes over and places a kiss onto each of her sons’ cheeks. “You boys be good for noona, okay?”
“I will!” Samhyun promises, and Sambin just gurgles cutely in response.
“Call me if you need anything,” Mrs. Kwon calls back as she exits the front door in haste, door slamming slightly behind her.
“Your mom said we could make anything we’d like for dinner,” Junmyeon tells the young boy as he completes another wall for what looks to be an attempt at a castle, “any requests?”
“Spaghetti!” he immediately decides, and offers to help Junmyeon make it. She asks him to clean up his toys from the floor and meet her in the kitchen as she picks Sambin off the floor and carries him over to place him in his rocking swing set in the dining room. He seems content for now, just swinging back and forth in the contraption, but she makes sure to keep an eye on him while she gathers the ingredients from the cupboards in the kitchen.
Samhyun rejoins her, climbing up onto the step stool and washing his hands thoroughly before Junmyeon gives him the task of measuring out two servings of pasta for them. She pours the jar of sauce into a pan and sets on the stove, so the prep for their meal is basically already done.
“We have to wait until the water is boiling before adding that,” Junmyeon has to tell Samhyun before he drops the noodles into the water.
“Oh, okay, noona!” Samhyun agrees, setting the pasta back onto the plate she’d set out for him.
Junmyeon’s phone begins ringing so she pulls it out of her handy skirt pocket while stirring the heating sauce, seeing that it’s Kris who's calling. She realizes she’s totally forgotten about him.
“Hey, Kris,” she says when she answers the call.
“You were gonna drive here yourself, right?” Kris asks her, and Junmyeon feels bad for essentially ditching him. “Because I can come pick you up if you needed me to-”
“I actually can’t make it,” Junmyeon tells her boyfriend apologetically, then turns to Samhyun and says, “You can put the noodles in now, but be careful not to splash the hot water.”
“What?” Kris says, clearly confused. “Where are you?”
“My old neighbor who I used to babysit for a lot just called me and asked if I could babysit her sons tonight,” Junmyeon explains. “Some issue with her husband’s flight being changed to an earlier one and him now being stuck at the airport with no ride…I don't know, it was all totally last minute, for both her and me.”
“But I already bought our tickets for the movie,” Kris tells her, sounding like he’s pouting. Junmyeon feels even worse now.
“You can return them and get your money back?” She suggests, turning the fire off under the sauce. “I’m sorry...we can try to catch a late show if Mrs. Kwon gets back soon enough-”
“It’s okay,” Kris tells her, but she can tell he feels dejected.
“Tell Luhan and Minseok I’m sorry too,” she asks, then realizes she needs to check on the pasta that Samhyun just left to boil. “I gotta go, Kris.”
“Oh, okay.” He sounds so disappointed she feels her stomach settle heavily at being the reason for that. “Bye, Jun.”
“Bye,” she says hastily before hanging up the call and grabbing a utensil to stir the pasta with.
Junmyeon manages to finish the meal without issue and plates it up for her and Samhyun. After shaking a bit of parmesan cheese onto each pile of noodles, she brings them out to the dining room, where she finds Samhyun making silly faces at an easily amused Sambin.
“All ready,” she announces, and Samhyun immediately climbs up into a chair, clearly hungry. The two of them begin eating their dinner together, Samhyun telling her all about his adventures at school, everything from his awesome friends to the intimidating older kids and the annoying grumpy librarian. Junmyeon listens intently, letting him do all the talking. It’s fun to see the little boy’s eyes light up at the smallest situations.
Junmyeon is gathering the dishes up when the two of them are done, bringing them to the sink when the doorbell suddenly rings. “I’ll get it!” Samhyun declares, and she hears his little feet pad off towards the front of the house. She drops the plates in the sink and goes right after him, unsure who exactly it would be at their door at this time.
“Who are you?” she can hear Samhyun saying, and she rounds the corner to where the front door is.
“I’m Kris,” none other than her boyfriend is saying to the young boy, standing with his hands in his pockets on the front porch. He looks up and smiles at Junmyeon when she makes it over to them, saying, “Hey.”
“What are you doing here?” Junmyeon asks him, not so much angrily, rather just curiously.
“Who is this, noona?” Samhyun asks from below, little eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
“This is Kris...my-” she cuts herself off when she hears some little sobs getting louder and louder from back in the house. “Shoot, let’s just…all get inside and shut the door for now,” she says as she rushes back into the dining room, immediately picking the crying baby up from his place in his rocker and trying to soothe him. Sambin quiets down a bit, but she knows that he needs food, so she keeps him in her hold and walks into the kitchen to make up his bottle. It’s a bit difficult, trying to get the plastic packaging open with only one hand and not have it go everywhere as she pours it into his bottle. She manages, though, and brings the warm bottle with her over to the living room where Kris is standing awkwardly next to the couch where Samhyun is sitting just staring at the tall teenager.
“You can sit,” Junmyeon tells Kris as she takes a seat next to Samhyun and readjusts the baby so he’s in a comfortable position for her to feed him the bottle.
Kris sits on the loveseat cattycorner to them and Samhyun blurts out, “He says he’s your boyfriend, Junmyeon-noona.”
“He is,” she affirms, but is still paying attention to making sure Sambin is eating comfortably.
“Why is he here?” Samhyun demands, sounding a little bit annoyed.
“That’s a good question,” she agrees, then looks pointedly at Kris. “Got an answer for us?”
“Well, you cancelled on me,” Kris reminds her pouting just the slightest, and she feels immediately bad again. “And I wasn’t about to be the third wheel to Luhan and Minseok on what was supposed to be our double date, and when I told them where you were, Minseok just so happened to know who you were babysitting for and willingly gave me the address so...uh...here I am?”
“I honestly don’t mind that you’re here,” Junmyeon tells him truthfully, angling the bottle to make sure Sambin doesn’t get any air bubbles as he sucks. “It’s just…I have to take care of these kids, now, I can’t really hang out or anything.”
“I know, that’s okay,” Kris replies, nodding. “I just…didn’t have anything else to do so…I don’t know…”
She can’t help but smile at how endearing that is to her for whatever reason. Junmyeon turns to Samhyun and says, “Kris is a really nice guy, Sam...is it alright if he hangs out with us for the night?”
Samhyun looks to be almost glaring at Kris, his little mouth slightly pursed as he shrugs. “I guess.”
“Awesome,” Junmyeon says to him, smiling. “Maybe you guys could play Legos together while I feed your brother?”
“I’m done playing with Legos already,” Samhyun says breezily.
“Well, then…how about you go down to the den and play some video games or something?” she suggests, wanting to make sure he stays entertained so he doesn’t get fussy.
“Fine,” Samhyun agrees, hopping off the couch. He turns to Kris and tells him, “but I’m really good at Mario Kart, so be prepared to lose.”
“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Kris replies, standing up from his own seat and following the kid over to the stairs. Junmyeon gives him a look, as if making sure to tell him to let the kid win, because the last thing she needs is Samhyun throwing a tantrum over something as silly as losing a video game.
She sighs when the two of them are out of sight, realizing the night may have just gotten a little more hectic than it originally would have been.
***
“I call Yoshi!” Samhyun proclaims as he expertly turns on all the devices necessary and grabs two remotes from a drawer in the TV stand. He gives one to Kris, who’s sitting on the couch across from the television and then climbs up onto the space on the other end, the middle cushio keeping them somewhat distant from one another. “Junmyeon-noona told me Yoshi is her favorite Mario character.”
Kris just nods, having not known that before as the young boy goes to work setting up the game. He knows all the necessary buttons to press, and he immediately snatches the Yoshi character when it comes time to choose, and Kris settles for Boo.
Samhyun actually is really good at Mario Kart, especially for an eight-year-old. He even stopped going easy on the kid after a couple rounds of letting him win, but still continued to lose. Every time, Samhyun would cheer in victory and taunt Kris for sucking so bad, but he took it all in stride, considering this was an eight-year-old boy he was dealing with here.
“You’re not very good at Mario Kart,” Samhyun says after a series of races, watching as his character gets crowned first place. “But you are good at something else.”
“Yeah?” Kris replies, looking over at him curiously.
“Yeah,” Samhyun nods, “losing.”
Kris resists rolling his eyes at the little sasster. “Not true,” he defends himself. “I win at basketball all the time.”
“Basketball sucks,” Samhyun retorts immediately. “I play soccer.”
“Oh yeah?” Kris asks. The kid’s being a little bit of a punk to him, but he’s not going to bother to do anything about it. He figures he’s just a kid being a kid.
“Yeah, I’m really good,” Samhyun tells him haughtily. “Junmyeon-noona told me she really loves soccer. She’s going to come to one of my games when soccer starts again this year.”
Kris knows it’s ridiculous the second he thinks it, but he can’t help but suddenly come to realize that he’s pretty sure this little kid is trying to make him...jealous?
It doesn’t make sense, because he’s eight and he doesn’t even know Kris. But he can’t help but wonder if maybe Samhyun has a little bit of a schoolboy crush on Junmyeon, what with the way he’s been glaring at him and trying to one-up him ever since he showed up and revealed himself as his babysitter's boyfriend.
Kris will admit, he can get sort of irrationally jealous sometimes - he still tends to keep an eye out for that Jongdae kid when he’s hanging around Junmyeon and him, and he can’t help but get a weird vibe from their math teacher who just so happens to be young and conventionally attractive and very eager-to-help when Junmyeon asks for it. But there is no way he is about to get jealous over a silly little eight-year-old's crush on his girlfriend.
“Noona will probably be away at college then, though,” Kris breaks it to the kid, the unfortunate irrationality creeping in. He knows he’s sort of fucked up. “Might not actually be able to make it to one of your games. Bummer.”
Samhyun tries his hardest to avoid pouting, clearly trying to put on a brave face in front of what Kris guesses he sees as his competition.
He wants to stick his tongue out at the kid as a sign that he’s won.
He also wants to punch himself in the face for forever being such a sucker for Junmyeon, causing him to act so unreasonably like this.
He tells himself it’s just love to make himself feel better.
“Samhyun,” Junmyeon’s voice comes from behind, and she shows up next to the TV, lightly bouncing a happy looking Sambin in her arms. “It’s getting late, how about you start getting ready for bed?”
“Noona, it’s not that late,” Samhyun whines, shaking his head. “And it’s Friday…I have no school tomorrow!”
“You still need to get a good night’s rest,” Junmyeon points out.
“Please let me stay up a little longer, noona,” Samhyun begs, pouting noticeably now, “especially since you’re not actually gonna come to one of my soccer games like you promised you would.”
“What are you talking about?” she replies, looking confused.
“Kris said you’ll be away at college,” the boy reiterates, and Kris ignores the annoyance he feels at the boy avoiding calling him hyung. “You didn’t tell me you were gonna be away at college, noona.”
“I…still haven’t really decided what I’m going to do,” she explains, then gives Kris a questioning look, as if to ask him why he told the kid something like that. Kris just shrugs and looks away, feeling a bit foolish.
“We have Frozen, noona!” Samhyun tells her excitedly. “We can watch that...you told me you loved Frozen, right?”
Kris can’t help but smirk, recalling the time he and Junmyeon had gone to see that film in theatres which had resulted in an hour-long really hot public makeout/handjob session. He hopes that’s the reason she likes the movie so much.
Junmyeon sighs, seeming defeated. “Okay,” she decides. “Let me go put your brother to bed and we can watch Frozen.”
Samhyun visibly brightens as Junmyeon walks back up the stairs. He rifles through a cabinet under the TV stand and gets the movie all set up for them. As the young boy is walking back to the couch, Kris watches as he hesitates, about to go for the spot where he’d been while they were playing Mario Kart, one couch cushion away from Kris. But this time, Samhyun somewhat reluctantly decides on the middle couch cushion, right next to Kris this time, leaving the spot on the end for Junmyeon.
Kris can’t help but gape at the eight-year-old who clearly knows what he’s doing.
He’s actually a little impressed, considering the kid already has game at this age.
And it’s not like it’s the end of the world - Kris can handle a single movie without cuddling Junmyeon during it, even if that’s what he’s now used to. He’ll let little Samhyun have his way until it’s his bed time, knowing full well things will definitely change after that.
Junmyeon eventually returns with the baby monitor in her hands, also noticing the change in seating arrangements. She gives Kris a look and he just shrugs discreetly so as to not interfere too much with Samhyun’s strategy.
They start the movie and Kris tries to get into it but he really can’t. He’ll willingly sit through whatever Disney movie or chick flick Junmyeon wants to see, but only if he’s in close enough proximity to Junmyeon that she can distract him from the lack of shit blowing up on screen. This is practically torture, other than the fact that Junmyeon is singing along with her pretty voice to each and every one of the songs in the movie. Samhyun tries to also sing along, less easily and clearly less memorized, but seeming proud of himself, nonetheless, for having this little thing to bond over with his noona.
“You kinda look like Kristoff, Kris,” Junmyeon says during the scene where said character first appears. Realization seems to dawn on her just then as she points out, “and you practically have the same name!”
“So that would make you Anna then, right, Jun?” Kris replies, shooting a slightly smug look at an annoyed looking Samhyun. “Wait, they end up together, don’t they?”
“I think Kris looks more like Hans,” Samhyun throws in, arms crossed over his chest.
Kris just smirks to himself and the conversation ends there, the other two too immersed in the movie to care about anything else.
Finally, after what feels like forever, the credits begin to roll, much to Kris’s delight. This means it’s time for Samhyun to go to bed. Which in turn means he can finally hang out with his girlfriend, which he was supposed to be doing tonight anyway before she ditched him for babysitting two smelly little boys instead.
“Such a good movie,” Junmyeon gushes before standing up off the couch and turning to give Samhyun a serious look. “Alright, I let you stay up for this one, but it’s bedtime now.”
“Fine,” Samhyun surrenders, rolling off the couch and following Junmyeon to the stairs.
“Night, Samhyun,” Kris calls out to him.
Samhyun turns around and glowers at Kris, but bites out a simple, “Night,” nonetheless.
Kris suddenly decides he kinda likes that Samhyun kid, even if only because the eight-year-old clearly already has impeccable taste in women.
***
After a request that she can’t deny of just one bedtime story, Junmyeon finally gets Samhyun to go to bed. She quietly places the book back onto his shelf and sneaks out of his room, shutting the door as softly as possible behind her. After checking on Sambin once more in the nursery, she heads over to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes from dinner, only to find Kris there scrounging through the Kwons’ fridge.
“Okay, so now that it’s just you and me,” she says to him walking past the fridge to turn the tap on in the sink, “wanna tell me why the heck you randomly showed up here?”
“I already told you,” Kris replies, coming out of the fridge empty-handed and moving onto the freezer. “I’m a loser who has no friends, so when you cancelled on me, I had no clue what to do with myself.”
“You do to have friends,” Junmyeon mutters, scrubbing the leftover tomato sauce off of the pan from dinner. “So you drove here, then?”
“Yeah,” Kris answers as if it should have been obvious. He gives up on any food in the freezer as well and just settles for snacking on some chips from an already-opened bag on the counter.
“Well, I think maybe you should leave before Mr. and Mrs. Kwon get back,” Junmyeon suggests, not wanting them to think she would take advantage of their house in any indecent sort of way.
“How did you get here to their house?” Kris asks her, randomly changing the subject.
“Uh…Mrs. Kwon picked after I agreed to come over,” Junmyeon responds, grabbing the towel to dry the dishes she’s just cleaned.
“So…I’m assuming she was going to drive you back home too,” Kris states the obvious, “but since I’m now here, I’m available to bring you home myself, which saves them the time and gas that would take-”
“I don’t want them to think…” Junmyeon goes to put the pots away in the top cupboard where she’d gotten then out from. “I don’t want them to think we were here…doing stuff in their house-”
Her wrist is suddenly encircled by one of Kris’s large hands, tugging at her just the slightest. She sighs and gets down from her tiptoes, having been trying to reach into the top of one of the cupboards to put away the pots. Kris takes them from her hold and does it easily, thanks to his tall stature. He just stays there though, keeping Junmyeon somewhat trapped in between his body and the counter, and she turns around to try and face him so she can push him away.
“Kris,” she complains, but he only presses her further back into the granite when she’s facing him. “What are you-?”
“If they’re already going to assume that we were ‘doing stuff,’” he says quietly, lips suddenly ghosting right over Junmyeon’s own. “Then we might as well ‘do stuff.’”
“Ohmygod, Kris, no-” Junmyeon gasps, but his lips are now against hers, pushing her back until her head lightly bumps against one of the cabinets. She can’t help but melt into it, the feeling of his strong hands against her hips and the way his tongue is sliding effortlessly alongside her bottom lip. She realizes she may never get another babysitting gig with the Kwons again after this, but that thought sort of floats to the back of her mind when Kris is suddenly lifting her up onto the counter, fitting himself snuggly between her now spread legs.
She threads her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, pulling him even closer to her. Kris’s hands are teasingly tracing the hem of her skirt, ghosting further and further up before descending back down again. She whimpers at the warming sensation it causes in her lower belly.
“Kris,” she pleads, not wanting to play any games right now, because she knows they only have limited amount of time to ‘do stuff’ if they’re going to fucking ‘do stuff.’ He’s already managed to get her all riled up like this and there’s no way she’s going to let him just get away with teasing her to the edge only to leave her hanging.
Kris complies, his hand moving upwards, stroking once lightly over her covered slit, making Junmyeon shudder against him, before his fingers sneak their way under the elastic. He presses the pad of his index finger right against her clit and Junmyeon squeals, arms tightening around his neck as her legs spread even wider unconsciously.
“Shit, Kris,” she moans as she rocks her hips into Kris's fingers as he circles her button, his other hand massaging her upper thigh gently. She bites her lip and rests her head back against the cabinet once more, the heat that’s been pooling in her belly intensifying.
“Mmm, I like when you say my name like that,” Kris mutters, fingers moving a bit down south until they’re resting against her entrance. Junmyeon bucks forward, and Kris obeys, a single finger sliding easily into her slickness. She gasps as he strokes against the front of her walls before he’s already adding a second finger, stretching her just a bit more as she wiggles herself atop the counter to adjust to it.
Kris adjusts his hand so he can fuck in and out of Junmyeon slowly, his palm pressing against Junmyeon’s clit with each motion. She lets out a string of “ah, ah, ah”s, tugging a bit harder at his hair as she feels her orgasm building up inside of her.
“Kris, fuck, please don’t stop,” she begs as her entire body heats up and her center begins tingling with need. He maneuvers his hand so he can rub at her clit more directly with his thumb instead, and that does it for her. Junmyeon feels herself clench around his fingers as her orgasm washes over her, riding it out against Kris’s hand. She slumps back a little against the cabinet as Kris mindlessly continues rubbing at her throbbing entrance.
“Fuck, that was so wrong,” Junmyeon gasps, chest still heaving as Kris kisses his way down her jaw and neck.
“Mmmm, but that’s just how you like it, huh?” Kris asks cheekily, fingers slipping out from inside of her and moving to languidly outline the edge of her now dampened panties.
“What?” Junmyeon demands, pulling away from him to stare in question.
Kris shrugs, looking a bit regretful all of a sudden. “I don’t know, you seem to be kinda into, like...that sorta thing...”
“What sort of thing?” Junmyeon presses, removing her hands from around his neck to cross them in front of her chest instead.
“Like…I was just remembering how you jerked me off when we went to see Frozen in theatres, and there was that one time in the locker room after that basketball game, and I mean just last week my whole family was home when we made that-”
“Ohmygod, I’m a whore,” Junmyeon realizes, dropping her head into her hands, ashamed. She can’t even believe some of the things she’s willingly engaged in with Kris, now that they’re all being so helpfully listed to her one by one.
“No you’re not, baby.” Kris tries to tug her hands away from her face.
“I just let you finger me in some random people’s kitchen with their kids sleeping right down the hall!” Junmyeon whisper-yells, looking a bit hysterical at this point. “Not to mention all the parents and kids in the same theatre as us during Frozen!”
“Well…that’s why we went all the way to the back of the theatre,” Kris tries to placate her, but it’s not working very well. “Plus it wasn’t a very full showing anyway.”
Junmyeon just groans and drops her head against Kris’s shoulder, ashamed and horrified with herself for being such an indecent girl. “I’m never going to the movies again,” she vows, “and I’m never agreeing to babysit these children again.”
“Don’t do that,” Kris says, rubbing soothing circles into her hips. “You’re so good with kids, Jun, they love you.”
“You think so?” Junmyeon asks, pulling away and looking at Kris with wide, curious eyes.
“Of course,” Kris answers immediately, “Sambin barely even seemed to cry with you here, and when he did, you were able to comfort him so quickly.”
“It was just cuz he was hungry and I was the one with his food…” Junmyeon retorts, still not buying it.
“No,” Kris disagrees, “it’s because you’re so calm and patient. I actually couldn’t help but think about what a great mom you’ll make one day after seeing you take care of him.”
“Ohmygod, Kris!” Junmyeon hits him lightly on the arm at that, not actually wanting to hurt him. “I’m only eighteen!”
“I said one day!” he points out. “Not now, but…later. Eventually.”
“You really think I’d be a good mommy?” Junmyeon asks him, looking away from his eyes and playing with the hem of his shirt.
“Of course, baby,” Kris confirms. “Do you think I’d make a good daddy?”
“Ew, Kris, you’re so cheesy,” Junmyeon mocks, fake-punching him in the center of his chest. “I don’t know, though…you were sort of weird with Samhyun to be honest…”
“Hey, it wasn’t me, that little punk hated me from the get-go,” Kris defends, shaking his head at her.
“Why?” Junmyeon wonders, curious about what he may have said to the kid to put him off so quickly.
“I’m pretty sure he likes you, Junmyeon,” Kris says, totally seriously. “Like…likes you, likes you.”
“Oh, shut up.” Junmyeon rolls her eyes at him.
“No, I’m serious,” Kris persists. “He was totally trying to one-up me the whole night in hopes of winning you over.”
“Kris, he’s eight years old,” Junmyeon reminds him, thinking he’s being absolutely ridiculous.
“I was seven years old when I fell in love with you.” Kris shrugs. “Maybe you have a certain charm that attracts boys that age.”
“Ew, Kris, don’t make me sound like some creepy pedo-noona,” Junmyeon complains, shoving his shoulder.
“That’s not what-” he begins to say, but they both freeze at the sound of the front door being unlocked.
“Fuck,” Junmyeon shrieks, pushing Kris away from her so she can hop off the counter. She rushes down the hall, stopping at the mirror there to make sure she doesn’t look too disheveled, hearing Kris whine, “Wait, Jun, I’m still hard, though-” before she chucks a pillow from the couch at him.
She greets the Kwons at their front door with what she hopes is a calm, put-together looking smile on her face, swearing to herself at that moment that this will be the last time she ever babysits for anyone ever again.
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A/N: omg this got me thinking would anyone read a Frozen krisho au?? i know i'm so ridiculous i'm sorry