For Rainbowfwish: Intervention
For: rainbowfwish
Author: chocoyeol
Title: Intervention
Rating: G
Pairing: Chanyeol/Joonmyeon
Word count: 2,451 words
Warnings: baby!Jongin
Summary: Joonmyeon is too shy to ask the daycare teacher out, continually rehearsing in front of the mirror until his son intervenes.
A/N: It didn't turn out how I wanted it to but I do hope you like it ><
Grey clouds hung over the city like a dark curtain, water pouring down in torrents, drenching anyone and anything caught outside that morning. The rain thundered against the windows, droplets pelting against brick, streams of water running down to the ground to form rivers of rainfall that flooded the gutters which spluttered as if trying to swallow all the water that swirled down into its drainage. The rain ran down the glass of a particular window on the 12th floor of an apartment complex, the blinds were drawn and the drapes pulled, shielding the room’s inhabitant from the light of the outside world. In the small yet comfortable room, a lump lay unmoving under thick blankets, feet sticking out of the bottom of the blankets and twitching every now and then. An alarm rang from the bedside table, an annoyingly shrill tune of birds chirping and roosters calling ringing through the room. A groan sounded from the mountain of fabric, a hand appearing from underneath it and patting around the tabletop, delicately feeling around for the vibrating clock before picking it up like a ball. When it didn’t turn off the first few tries, the hand pulled back and lobbed it at the wall, the outer casing of the clock protecting it from being damaged as it just bounced off the hard surface and remained beeping.
It took another ten minutes before the covers were thrown back, a leg swinging over the side of the bed and toes wiggled desperately in search of a warm fuzzy slipper. One foot slipped into a slipper, followed by the other foot with the other slipper before the figure sat up, bed hair a nest of black strands and eyes drooping tiredly as he stared at the ball-shaped alarm clock, the numbers flashing as if mocking him. His head turned slightly when he picked up the sounds of padding feet on the wooden floorboards, followed by the distinct scratch of claws. There was a gentle knock on the door and the thick wood creaked open to reveal half a face, a small black smudge of fur dashing through the gap as soon as it was big enough to squeeze through. The man ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up even more as he held out his arm towards the figure at the door. The black furball known as Kyungsoo was the family cat, he was a black Persian kitten they had found abandoned in a soggy box when they went out for their Saturday picnic. They had decided to take it in, bringing it along to their picnic and feeding it some tuna and letting it sip some spilled milk. The kitten became Kyungsoo and was such a darling when he didn’t look like he was plotting to destroy the world.
The figure at the door shuffled in, black hair sticking up in tufts and tiny right hand clenched into a fist rubbed at his right eye gently. In his left hand, he held onto a plush poodle, a white one with curly fur that he called Jjangah. Little Jongin was 4 years old, turning 5 in January and had thick puffy lips and beautifully tanned skin with eyes that were forever drooping with sleepiness. He reminded everyone he met of a puppy but unfortunately he has an allergy to dogs so they weren’t allowed to keep any, though now that they have Kyungsoo, Jongin was a happy little boy with his protective pet kitten. The boy waddled in, drowsiness still evident in the way he wobbled a zigzag towards the bed and crawled onto the thick comforter towards the man. He nuzzled his way into the man’s arms and curled up there, lips latching onto his thumb and hand clutching the toy close to his chest. Kyungsoo stretched and hopped up, padding onto the boy’s chest and curling up there securely. The two went back to sleep, tucked in and comfy in the large queen bed while the man twisted his hips, letting the vertebrates in his spine pop into place, the ache dulling quickly.
Slipper-covered feet shuffled to the adjoining bathroom, dragging soft squeaks across the wood. It changed to swishes as he stepped between the threshold of wood and tile, the lights blinding him momentarily before he blinked at his reflection. Red, puffy eyes were the highlight that morning, standing out against the smooth and pale skin of his face. Thick and trimmed eyebrows creased into a frown as he rubbed away a lock of hair that hung in his vision, only to have it flop back annoyingly. Shaking his head, he squeezed a glob of toothpaste onto the bristles of the toothbrush carefully, not wanting it to plop off like the other day. He sighed and placed the toothbrush in his mouth, starting the meticulous morning routine to clean the mouth and get rid of the morning breath that everyone hates. Minutes passed of his eyes picking at his face, zooming in on that one blemish or the start of a new grey hair. Mouth full of toothpaste and bubbles, he let the water heat up slightly before starting to rinse his mouth, the refreshing feeling of a clean mouth waking him up more before he cupped his hands, letting the water accumulate in a heart shape before he brought it up, splashing it against his face like those skincare product commercials, only the water got everywhere and dripped down his neck and into his shirt. With a groan, he tugged off his shirt and threw it into the laundry hamper, the skin of his fit abdomen rising with goose bumps from the coldness of the dripping water. Toned arms were just beginning to show now that he had signed up for a quick gym session during his lunch break at work, next would be reaching his goal of having abs. Grabbing a towel from the rack, he cleared away the droplets of water, wiping his chest then neck before patting his face dry as he squeaked his way back into the bedroom.
He changed quickly, into a shirt and shorts before strolling into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. At the fridge, he pulled out two eggs and some bacon, setting them aside to be cooked. While the pan heated up, he started on the toast that would be a main part of their meal. The bread silently crisped in the toaster, the white fluffiness slowly becoming golden and crunchy. There was a boing and the slices popped up from the slots and the man caught them on the plate. Knife already laden with margarine, he quickly spread the rapidly melting lump on the toast, leaving them aside as he oil in the hot pan began to bubble. He turns around and quickly lays down the bacon, listening to them sizzle and start to crackle in the heat of the pan. The clock strikes 7 just as he laid down two plates of bacon and eggs, toast in the middle and two cups of next to the cutlery, one with milk and one with apple juice. When satisfied with the food and the cleaning of the utensils, he strolled back to the bedroom to rouse his sleeping son.
"Jongin-ah, time to wake up. Breakfast is ready and you have daycare at 8 so papa can get to work."
Jongin let out a soft whine, rolling and stretching his arms up towards his father.
"Papa... Cawee Innie?"
The man couldn't help but coo at his son, hands going underneath his arms and lifting him up easily. He set the boy oh his hip, carrying him towards the bathroom to get him ready for the day. Kyungsoo remained on the bed, curled on the comforter and listening to the gentle voice of the man telling the boy encouragement for doing something himself. Jongin bounded out of the bedroom ten minutes later, in his favorite Power Rangers shirt and a pair of comfortable jeans. The kitten followed a few seconds later, slinking in between the man's legs, purring for his favorite food. The man laughed, stepping around the cat while trying to wrap his tie without it looking sloppy.
"Alright, alright Soo. The chicken one isn't it?"
They all had breakfast to the tune of Pokemon, Jongin singing along to the tune, a joyful child's voice ringing out 'I WANNA BE THE WERY BEST WIKE NO ONE EHWER WAS' throughout the apartment. Soon, bags were packed, shoes tied and cat left with the neighbour, a man named Heechul who has cats of his own and runs an online store selling Frozen merchandise. The two bundled into the car at a quarter to 8 and pulled into the street, the boy wiggling in his seat at the thought of seeing his friends again for the day.
Five minutes to 8, the car pulled into the front of the building, other parents and children also entering the building. The man climbed out, opening the door for his son, watching as the boy bounced out like a happy bubble. Jongin's class was on the second floor, room filled with paintings and posters of popular cartoons lining the walls. The teacher and carer stood by the door, smiling brightly and waving to the kids as they entered, talking animatedly with them over any and every cartoon they may have watched before coming. Jongin was just the same, dashing straight to his teacher and yapping about how Ash didn't turn Pikachu into a Raichu even when he had a Thunderstone. The other man chuckled and ruffled his hair, nodding and replying to the boy. As Jongin entered the classroom, the teacher turned to the man, smiling and nodding his head.
"Joonmyeon-ssi, you look as sharp and sophisticated as always.”
Joonmyeon smiled, noticing the stark difference between his crisp suit and the teacher’s untucked shirt and jeans with paint splatters on it.
“But you’re such a wonderful teacher and Jongin really looks up to you, Chanyeol.”
The two spoke so nicely with one another, their eyes sparkling, lips stretched into wide smiles, people could see they were interested in each other. Joonmyeon had practiced in front of the mirror many times, going over his lines to casually ask Jongin’s day care teacher out for coffee but he kept chickening out every time he saw the other’s bright smile. As for Chanyeol, he was just scared he was reading the signs wrong. He was tall and lanky, with a little muscle and a mop of brown curly hair. His two most distinctive features were his ears which stuck outwards under his hair and his wide-eyed grin that was sometimes abit too creepy for normal people, he found Joonmyeon so small and endearing, caring so much for his child even as a single parent working full time. They had just touched on the recent news of a new café opening that day when the bell rung loudly, clanging on the wall to signify that classes were starting. With a quick hug and a wave from Jongin, Joonmyeon bidded Chanyeol farewell, heading out to his car and to work.
(That lunch time, Jongin had approached his teacher, tugging on the hem of his shirt until he bent down.
“Would you wike to go out for a cawffee sometime?”
“Aren’t you a little too young for coffee, Jongin?” Chanyeol blinked in confusion.
"Papa keeps asking that to his miwwor so I'd tought I’d ask for him!"
The boy nodded and grinned, showing a row of baby teeth and one tooth missing at the front. He peered up at the man, expecting his answer.
“I guess I would like that very much Jongin. Only if it’s with your Papa.”
Jongin let out a cheer, his little fist pumping the air before he dashed off to play with his friends, arms spread wide like an airplane.)
***
It was 4.30pm when Joonmyeon arrived at the school, Jongin and Chanyeol waiting in the hall and playing I Spy while they waited. When he stepped through the doors, the boy shouted a loud ‘PAPA!’ and ran over into his father’s arms. He waved his little arms and pointed to Chanyeol excitedly.
“Sir has something to tell you!”
Joonmyeon looked over at Chanyeol incredulously, blinking as the man shuffled over with a grin.
“So… Jongin tells me you wanted to ask me out for coffee? Though you sound so cute asking your reflection, I think I’d like to be in that position.”
The taller smiled widely, his perfectly straight teeth shining in the white lights, gleaming as he held his expression, waiting for Joonmyeon’s reaction. The man turned and squinted at his son, the boy sitting on his hip and picking at a thread to avoid his father’s look. Joonmyeon turned back to Chanyeol, cheeks dusted pink as he smiled as well.
“Well I would like to exchange numbers so we could arrange a date, is that okay?”
Both Chanyeol and Jongin threw their hands up in the air in happiness while Joonmyeon fished out his phone, Jongin glad that he was able to intervene and help his papa get a boyfriend because he seemed quiet lonely sitting there on the couch crying over the Lion King over and over again. Once numbers were exchanged and goodbyes sent, Joonmyeon bundled a hungry Jongin into the car, chuckling softly as he buckled the boy into his child safety seat.
“Jongin, I don’t know if I want to thank you or punish you.”
“Innie just wan’ ice cweam!”
Epilogue
The doorbell rang once, twice, three times before the handle rattled slightly. There was a mumble and a click, the door swinging open to reveal Chanyeol and the neighbour Heechul with a spare key since he was always around to look after the boy and cat on nights where Joonmyeon had to stay late at work. The apartment seemed void of life save for the lights in the kitchen and along the hall. Chanyeol thanked the neighbour and walked inside, toeing off his shoes and closing the door. There was movement in the living room and when he approached it, he spotted two little feet wiggling then disappearing into what looked like a blanket fort. Strolling over, he stuck his head inside and smiled at the sight. Joonmyeon was out cold in the middle of a nest of pillows and Jongin had just flopped himself in his pile of plush toys and promptly fallen asleep once more. Chanyeol retreated, chuckling softly. Their date could wait, for now he would let Joonmyeon have his little nap with his son.
So instead, Chanyeol helped himself to the leftover lasagne in the fridge.
Author: chocoyeol
Title: Intervention
Rating: G
Pairing: Chanyeol/Joonmyeon
Word count: 2,451 words
Warnings: baby!Jongin
Summary: Joonmyeon is too shy to ask the daycare teacher out, continually rehearsing in front of the mirror until his son intervenes.
A/N: It didn't turn out how I wanted it to but I do hope you like it ><
Grey clouds hung over the city like a dark curtain, water pouring down in torrents, drenching anyone and anything caught outside that morning. The rain thundered against the windows, droplets pelting against brick, streams of water running down to the ground to form rivers of rainfall that flooded the gutters which spluttered as if trying to swallow all the water that swirled down into its drainage. The rain ran down the glass of a particular window on the 12th floor of an apartment complex, the blinds were drawn and the drapes pulled, shielding the room’s inhabitant from the light of the outside world. In the small yet comfortable room, a lump lay unmoving under thick blankets, feet sticking out of the bottom of the blankets and twitching every now and then. An alarm rang from the bedside table, an annoyingly shrill tune of birds chirping and roosters calling ringing through the room. A groan sounded from the mountain of fabric, a hand appearing from underneath it and patting around the tabletop, delicately feeling around for the vibrating clock before picking it up like a ball. When it didn’t turn off the first few tries, the hand pulled back and lobbed it at the wall, the outer casing of the clock protecting it from being damaged as it just bounced off the hard surface and remained beeping.
It took another ten minutes before the covers were thrown back, a leg swinging over the side of the bed and toes wiggled desperately in search of a warm fuzzy slipper. One foot slipped into a slipper, followed by the other foot with the other slipper before the figure sat up, bed hair a nest of black strands and eyes drooping tiredly as he stared at the ball-shaped alarm clock, the numbers flashing as if mocking him. His head turned slightly when he picked up the sounds of padding feet on the wooden floorboards, followed by the distinct scratch of claws. There was a gentle knock on the door and the thick wood creaked open to reveal half a face, a small black smudge of fur dashing through the gap as soon as it was big enough to squeeze through. The man ran a hand through his hair, mussing it up even more as he held out his arm towards the figure at the door. The black furball known as Kyungsoo was the family cat, he was a black Persian kitten they had found abandoned in a soggy box when they went out for their Saturday picnic. They had decided to take it in, bringing it along to their picnic and feeding it some tuna and letting it sip some spilled milk. The kitten became Kyungsoo and was such a darling when he didn’t look like he was plotting to destroy the world.
The figure at the door shuffled in, black hair sticking up in tufts and tiny right hand clenched into a fist rubbed at his right eye gently. In his left hand, he held onto a plush poodle, a white one with curly fur that he called Jjangah. Little Jongin was 4 years old, turning 5 in January and had thick puffy lips and beautifully tanned skin with eyes that were forever drooping with sleepiness. He reminded everyone he met of a puppy but unfortunately he has an allergy to dogs so they weren’t allowed to keep any, though now that they have Kyungsoo, Jongin was a happy little boy with his protective pet kitten. The boy waddled in, drowsiness still evident in the way he wobbled a zigzag towards the bed and crawled onto the thick comforter towards the man. He nuzzled his way into the man’s arms and curled up there, lips latching onto his thumb and hand clutching the toy close to his chest. Kyungsoo stretched and hopped up, padding onto the boy’s chest and curling up there securely. The two went back to sleep, tucked in and comfy in the large queen bed while the man twisted his hips, letting the vertebrates in his spine pop into place, the ache dulling quickly.
Slipper-covered feet shuffled to the adjoining bathroom, dragging soft squeaks across the wood. It changed to swishes as he stepped between the threshold of wood and tile, the lights blinding him momentarily before he blinked at his reflection. Red, puffy eyes were the highlight that morning, standing out against the smooth and pale skin of his face. Thick and trimmed eyebrows creased into a frown as he rubbed away a lock of hair that hung in his vision, only to have it flop back annoyingly. Shaking his head, he squeezed a glob of toothpaste onto the bristles of the toothbrush carefully, not wanting it to plop off like the other day. He sighed and placed the toothbrush in his mouth, starting the meticulous morning routine to clean the mouth and get rid of the morning breath that everyone hates. Minutes passed of his eyes picking at his face, zooming in on that one blemish or the start of a new grey hair. Mouth full of toothpaste and bubbles, he let the water heat up slightly before starting to rinse his mouth, the refreshing feeling of a clean mouth waking him up more before he cupped his hands, letting the water accumulate in a heart shape before he brought it up, splashing it against his face like those skincare product commercials, only the water got everywhere and dripped down his neck and into his shirt. With a groan, he tugged off his shirt and threw it into the laundry hamper, the skin of his fit abdomen rising with goose bumps from the coldness of the dripping water. Toned arms were just beginning to show now that he had signed up for a quick gym session during his lunch break at work, next would be reaching his goal of having abs. Grabbing a towel from the rack, he cleared away the droplets of water, wiping his chest then neck before patting his face dry as he squeaked his way back into the bedroom.
He changed quickly, into a shirt and shorts before strolling into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. At the fridge, he pulled out two eggs and some bacon, setting them aside to be cooked. While the pan heated up, he started on the toast that would be a main part of their meal. The bread silently crisped in the toaster, the white fluffiness slowly becoming golden and crunchy. There was a boing and the slices popped up from the slots and the man caught them on the plate. Knife already laden with margarine, he quickly spread the rapidly melting lump on the toast, leaving them aside as he oil in the hot pan began to bubble. He turns around and quickly lays down the bacon, listening to them sizzle and start to crackle in the heat of the pan. The clock strikes 7 just as he laid down two plates of bacon and eggs, toast in the middle and two cups of next to the cutlery, one with milk and one with apple juice. When satisfied with the food and the cleaning of the utensils, he strolled back to the bedroom to rouse his sleeping son.
"Jongin-ah, time to wake up. Breakfast is ready and you have daycare at 8 so papa can get to work."
Jongin let out a soft whine, rolling and stretching his arms up towards his father.
"Papa... Cawee Innie?"
The man couldn't help but coo at his son, hands going underneath his arms and lifting him up easily. He set the boy oh his hip, carrying him towards the bathroom to get him ready for the day. Kyungsoo remained on the bed, curled on the comforter and listening to the gentle voice of the man telling the boy encouragement for doing something himself. Jongin bounded out of the bedroom ten minutes later, in his favorite Power Rangers shirt and a pair of comfortable jeans. The kitten followed a few seconds later, slinking in between the man's legs, purring for his favorite food. The man laughed, stepping around the cat while trying to wrap his tie without it looking sloppy.
"Alright, alright Soo. The chicken one isn't it?"
They all had breakfast to the tune of Pokemon, Jongin singing along to the tune, a joyful child's voice ringing out 'I WANNA BE THE WERY BEST WIKE NO ONE EHWER WAS' throughout the apartment. Soon, bags were packed, shoes tied and cat left with the neighbour, a man named Heechul who has cats of his own and runs an online store selling Frozen merchandise. The two bundled into the car at a quarter to 8 and pulled into the street, the boy wiggling in his seat at the thought of seeing his friends again for the day.
Five minutes to 8, the car pulled into the front of the building, other parents and children also entering the building. The man climbed out, opening the door for his son, watching as the boy bounced out like a happy bubble. Jongin's class was on the second floor, room filled with paintings and posters of popular cartoons lining the walls. The teacher and carer stood by the door, smiling brightly and waving to the kids as they entered, talking animatedly with them over any and every cartoon they may have watched before coming. Jongin was just the same, dashing straight to his teacher and yapping about how Ash didn't turn Pikachu into a Raichu even when he had a Thunderstone. The other man chuckled and ruffled his hair, nodding and replying to the boy. As Jongin entered the classroom, the teacher turned to the man, smiling and nodding his head.
"Joonmyeon-ssi, you look as sharp and sophisticated as always.”
Joonmyeon smiled, noticing the stark difference between his crisp suit and the teacher’s untucked shirt and jeans with paint splatters on it.
“But you’re such a wonderful teacher and Jongin really looks up to you, Chanyeol.”
The two spoke so nicely with one another, their eyes sparkling, lips stretched into wide smiles, people could see they were interested in each other. Joonmyeon had practiced in front of the mirror many times, going over his lines to casually ask Jongin’s day care teacher out for coffee but he kept chickening out every time he saw the other’s bright smile. As for Chanyeol, he was just scared he was reading the signs wrong. He was tall and lanky, with a little muscle and a mop of brown curly hair. His two most distinctive features were his ears which stuck outwards under his hair and his wide-eyed grin that was sometimes abit too creepy for normal people, he found Joonmyeon so small and endearing, caring so much for his child even as a single parent working full time. They had just touched on the recent news of a new café opening that day when the bell rung loudly, clanging on the wall to signify that classes were starting. With a quick hug and a wave from Jongin, Joonmyeon bidded Chanyeol farewell, heading out to his car and to work.
(That lunch time, Jongin had approached his teacher, tugging on the hem of his shirt until he bent down.
“Would you wike to go out for a cawffee sometime?”
“Aren’t you a little too young for coffee, Jongin?” Chanyeol blinked in confusion.
"Papa keeps asking that to his miwwor so I'd tought I’d ask for him!"
The boy nodded and grinned, showing a row of baby teeth and one tooth missing at the front. He peered up at the man, expecting his answer.
“I guess I would like that very much Jongin. Only if it’s with your Papa.”
Jongin let out a cheer, his little fist pumping the air before he dashed off to play with his friends, arms spread wide like an airplane.)
***
It was 4.30pm when Joonmyeon arrived at the school, Jongin and Chanyeol waiting in the hall and playing I Spy while they waited. When he stepped through the doors, the boy shouted a loud ‘PAPA!’ and ran over into his father’s arms. He waved his little arms and pointed to Chanyeol excitedly.
“Sir has something to tell you!”
Joonmyeon looked over at Chanyeol incredulously, blinking as the man shuffled over with a grin.
“So… Jongin tells me you wanted to ask me out for coffee? Though you sound so cute asking your reflection, I think I’d like to be in that position.”
The taller smiled widely, his perfectly straight teeth shining in the white lights, gleaming as he held his expression, waiting for Joonmyeon’s reaction. The man turned and squinted at his son, the boy sitting on his hip and picking at a thread to avoid his father’s look. Joonmyeon turned back to Chanyeol, cheeks dusted pink as he smiled as well.
“Well I would like to exchange numbers so we could arrange a date, is that okay?”
Both Chanyeol and Jongin threw their hands up in the air in happiness while Joonmyeon fished out his phone, Jongin glad that he was able to intervene and help his papa get a boyfriend because he seemed quiet lonely sitting there on the couch crying over the Lion King over and over again. Once numbers were exchanged and goodbyes sent, Joonmyeon bundled a hungry Jongin into the car, chuckling softly as he buckled the boy into his child safety seat.
“Jongin, I don’t know if I want to thank you or punish you.”
“Innie just wan’ ice cweam!”
Epilogue
The doorbell rang once, twice, three times before the handle rattled slightly. There was a mumble and a click, the door swinging open to reveal Chanyeol and the neighbour Heechul with a spare key since he was always around to look after the boy and cat on nights where Joonmyeon had to stay late at work. The apartment seemed void of life save for the lights in the kitchen and along the hall. Chanyeol thanked the neighbour and walked inside, toeing off his shoes and closing the door. There was movement in the living room and when he approached it, he spotted two little feet wiggling then disappearing into what looked like a blanket fort. Strolling over, he stuck his head inside and smiled at the sight. Joonmyeon was out cold in the middle of a nest of pillows and Jongin had just flopped himself in his pile of plush toys and promptly fallen asleep once more. Chanyeol retreated, chuckling softly. Their date could wait, for now he would let Joonmyeon have his little nap with his son.
So instead, Chanyeol helped himself to the leftover lasagne in the fridge.