Hey Baby! ; Chapter 1
Jaejoong/Yunho, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/FC
He thought he led a tough, busy life with a cranky boss to please but after a baby was left - deliberately or not, he had no idea - at his doorstep, Jung Yunho doesn't know if he should laugh or cry.
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Chapter 1
Shock would be an understatement to describe the feelings that ran through Yunho that very moment - too many emotions and questions dominated his mind, demanding replies. His head spun painfully, driving him to grip tightly onto the doorknob to steady himself.
From her view in the basket, the baby's innocent orbs were still observing Yunho quietly, her tiny fists clenching when she noticed the bedroom slippers he had on. She reached out with one little finger in an attempt to poke at the bunny, smiling fondly at the baby pink cuteness.
Yunho could not help but smile to himself, pushing aside the many question marks forming in his head as he squatted down to caress her chubby cheek. He chuckled when he realized his palm was big enough to cover her face. It was only then, did he notice a white envelope tucked safely beneath the small pillow that the baby lied on.
He stood up and looked around again before lifting the basket very carefully, not wanting to frighten the baby. He returned inside and left the basket on the coffee table before extracting the envelope from it. There was an even larger surprise when he saw his name neatly written on it.
The familiar handwriting got him thinking and he felt his blood turn cold when it finally struck him. He tore open the envelope quickly, panicking to confirm his suspicions.
Yunho oppa,
Believe it or not, the baby lying in the basket belongs to us. I didn’t tell you about her because… she was a huge mistake, an obstacle in both our careers. You know how much I’ve always wanted to become one of the best… I can’t afford to let a baby crush all the hard work I’ve put in so far, yet I couldn’t bear to abort her back then… And right now I’m just not ready to settle down and become a mother, I am not capable yet. I leave our baby in your care, because I know you will love her and care for her better than I can.
A scholarship has been given to me to further my studies and research overseas, and I have thus accepted. I am going there to sort of… start afresh and reach for higher goals. I want to go there with no strings attached to Korea, Yunho oppa. Don’t try to look for me, don’t try to contact me… there will be lesser heartache for us both this way.
I am not asking for forgiveness for all this mess, I am just asking for you to understand and move on to find someone else who loves you more than I do.
I am sorry.
Seo Young
He read the letter over and over, losing focus eventually and his grip on the thin piece of paper tightened so much that it threatened to rip the fragile paper apart. The pounding in his head intensified and he reached up to massage his temple, eyes squeezed so tightly that it hurt.
Seo Young was his childhood sweetheart, a beautiful and mature lady with great ambitions to become one of the best medical researchers in Korea. They had been a couple since high school, always voted the Most Compatible Couple because of how they seemed to fit so well to form a perfect puzzle. Yunho had always supported his girlfriend’s dreams and even though he knew that his career paled in comparison to hers, he never stopped trying hard to be the top-notch boyfriend that a researcher should have.
Yet it had been close to a year since she broke up with him. A short five minutes confrontation in a secluded café, and their relationship that lasted eight years became just a mere memory. She had given up the relationship for a rare apprenticeship at the countryside, saying that their relationship was too much a hassle for her to cope with.
She might have forgotten the warmth that came from their embraces, but Yunho could not forget how her soft laughter used to be his favourite melody in the entire world. Seo Young had crushed him hard, so hard that Yunho thought he could never feel whole ever again. It took him much time - and much alcohol - to numb himself from that stinging pain in his heart.
The baby chose to giggle then, eyes twinkling as she turned her attention from the ceiling to look at Yunho. Her skin is just as fair as her mother’s…
A loud jingle that signaled a text message received only served to worsen his headache and Yunho stretched out his hand to retrieve his phone from the table. Changmin was complaining to him about how one of the models refused to get out of bed for an early photo shoot scheduled.
It was only 6.30AM, and Yunho already had a baby in a basket to take care of, a grouchy boss to pamper and a terrible headache to nurse.
He had been wide awake and staring at the ceiling above him for most of the night. Tossing and turning in bed didn’t work. Counting sheep didn’t work. Working out to tire himself didn’t either. Park Yoochun simply couldn’t sleep, and just when he was finally dozing off, his nanny barged into the apartment and pounded on his bedroom door.
“Yoochun, are you awake yet?” he heard Changmin ask from the other side of the door after threatening to knock his door down.
“No, I am in deep slumber.”
“Good to hear that,” the younger man paused, “Are you dressed?”
“Will you go away if I tell you that I’m naked?”
Before he knew it, Changmin was standing at the doorway, a tired smile on his face. He watched the other approach exasperatedly, later stopping beside the bed to fold his arms. Changmin looked at him sternly.
“Enough fooling around, your first job for today is in 2 hours time and we are already running late, get out of bed now.”
“But I was only going to bed before you came…can you rearrange my schedule?” Yoochun asked lazily, eyes already closed as he lay relaxed on the huge bed.
“Rearrange?! You, you are telling me to rearrange?” Changmin stared at him as if Yoochun was asking for his hand in marriage. The models’ schedules were all arranged weeks before the original date itself after much planning and it was close to impossible to change. However, a cunning look replaced the previous one of disbelief, and Changmin leaned closer to the older man. He rested both his palms on either side of Yoochun’s head, bending low so that their faces were mere inches apart.
Yoochun felt Changmin’s hot breath on his cheeks and opened an eye to stare up at him. Changmin chose to wink at him then, grinning slyly as he lowered to whisper into his ear.
“I can always make you get out of bed…”
“Go ahead,” Yoochun simply laid there, both eyes opened now to look at Changmin expectantly. His lips were puckered as if in invitation as he waited for Changmin to make his move.
The younger man was stunned, eyes widening with shock when he saw Yoochun completely unfazed by his bold suggestions. He blinked awkwardly and scrambled out of Yoochun’s bed.
“You are such a pig, Yoochun hyung.”
The older man chuckled when he saw the tinge of red coloring Changmin’s cheeks, and he rolled around to strike a sexy pose with the blankets to taunt him further. Changmin blushed even harder. Yoochun was after all, well-known for his seductive charms.
“Ask Kim Jaejoong to rearrange your schedule, I shall pray hard that he fires you. One less pain in my ass,” Changmin turned and stormed out of the room, not before hearing Yoochun’s confident remark that resulted in an eye-roll.
“Jaejoong happens to be my number one fan, just so you know.”
It wasn’t the first time he was dreaming of the garden, the boundless patch of green with wild flowers scattered around to form a beautiful painting of bright colors. It was his secret garden, the peaceful sanctuary that belonged only to him. He laid down on a bed of yellow flowers, head resting on one arm while his other hand brushed the soft grass around him repeatedly.
This was heaven. Jaejoong sighed contentedly before humming a random tune, the feeling too comfortable to be true.
The first thud was almost inaudible, yet the noise got louder and louder, causing Jaejoong to look around his surroundings with fear. He felt relieved when the noise disappeared, but then he felt the ground start to shake, the quake getting more violent by the minute. He wanted to find out what was shattering his haven and he continued looking around, panic rising in his chest. Jaejoong looked up at the clear blue sky for signs, only to find the sun beaming down on him, as if he was under a spotlight. He raised his hand to block out the sun, but he ended up hitting something solid instead.
“Oh, it’s you, Jung Yunho,” Jaejoong snorted groggily when he recognized the person standing beside the bed. So the noisy thuds were Yunho’s attempts to break his expensive teak door, earthquakes being violent shakes on his shoulder and the spotlight… well that was apparently his assistant’s way of welcoming sunlight not so subtly with the window blinds.
“Get up Chairman, or we’ll be late.”
Jaejoong groaned, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. Yunho was probably already in his colossal walk-in closet, fishing out a suit for the day.
“No purple. I. Don’t. Want. Purple. Today.”
“We need to get going,” Yunho said, his voice muffled by the endless layers of expensive Armani suits.
Jaejoong ignored his assistant, preferring to rub his face repeatedly on the satin pillow covers. Work can go to hell.
“Chairman, it’s seven and there’s a meeting at eight. You have to get up right now,” Yunho reminded again, tapping his finger on Jaejoong’s bare shoulders.
Jaejoong got irritated and swatted Yunho’s hand away, not really bothering if he would hurt the other. But on contrary with every other day, Yunho did not persist. Jaejoong realized this a second too late, when his subordinate had already walked out the door to go off somewhere. He pushed himself upwards as though he was doing a push-up and took a large step off the bed.
With his eyes full of gunk, he found Yunho in the kitchen by the sink, emitting a dangerous aura of restrain. His shoulders were squared and his knuckles were white from clutching the edge of the counter too hard.
Fifteen minutes later, and Jaejoong was sitting quietly in the backseat of the car after noticing Yunho’s sore, reddened eyes back in the kitchen. He had gone back into his room and washed up, held up the purple dress shirt and pouted at it before hitting the shower. Yunho was already waiting for him in the car with his chauffer by the time he was ready.
“Alright, which meeting is this again? Ugh, why is it scheduled so early?” Jaejoong climbed into the back of the car and the chauffer started his drive to the company. Yunho was scribbling in his good old Moleskin, the pen moving so fast over the lines that it disturbed Jaejoong.
“You are meeting with Mr. Sun regarding recruitment of new female models. We still haven’t found any suitable ones that the clients are requesting for the upcoming events,” Yunho stopped writing for a moment before speaking again, “Many Koreans were probably already on their way to work when you woke up, Mr. Kim.”
Jaejoong continued to gaze out of the window, sulking at the innocent clouds as they drove along the expressway. He knew about his secretary’s insane obsession with punctuality and how he never seemed to need any sleep. Jaejoong turned to ask more about the agent they were about to meet, but was instead distracted by a basket resting beside Yunho’s feet, a large cloth hiding away what it contained.
He decided to ignore the queer item despite how much his curiosity was driving him to question the quiet man sitting next to him, he whose eyes were fixed on the schedule for the next day. However, a soft whimper coming from said queer item changed Jaejoong’s mind and he stared at the basket with a horrified expression as he patted Yunho on the shoulder.
“Am I imaging things because it’s too early, or did I hear that basket of yours… make a human noise?” Jaejoong switched to look at Yunho, watching the other man open and close his mouth several times, fumbling to give a suitable reply.
“Don’t… ask. Just pretend it isn’t there,” Yunho said at last, his fingers clasping the planner tightly.
Whatever was in the basket whimpered louder, and Jaejoong raised an eyebrow at Yunho, refusing to accept his weak explanation. He couldn’t ignore it. When Yunho merely continued to stare into space with a blank expression, Jaejoong moved closer and reached out a hand to grab the handle of the basket, only to be obstructed by Yunho’s long legs trying to stop Jaejoong’s advance.
He cocked his head to the side, his hand resting on the other man’s calf. The fabric of Yunho’s dress pants strained against his outstretched leg, giving Jaejoong a feel of his toned calf muscles. Solid… My secretary works out?!
Jaejoong dismissed the thought and pushed Yunho’s leg aside gently and made a swipe for the pale pink blanket swiftly. His eyes met with a pair of terrified ones.
“Jung Yunho, are you guilty of doing anything unethical or morally wrong?”
He thought he led a tough, busy life with a cranky boss to please but after a baby was left - deliberately or not, he had no idea - at his doorstep, Jung Yunho doesn't know if he should laugh or cry.
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Chapter 1
Shock would be an understatement to describe the feelings that ran through Yunho that very moment - too many emotions and questions dominated his mind, demanding replies. His head spun painfully, driving him to grip tightly onto the doorknob to steady himself.
From her view in the basket, the baby's innocent orbs were still observing Yunho quietly, her tiny fists clenching when she noticed the bedroom slippers he had on. She reached out with one little finger in an attempt to poke at the bunny, smiling fondly at the baby pink cuteness.
Yunho could not help but smile to himself, pushing aside the many question marks forming in his head as he squatted down to caress her chubby cheek. He chuckled when he realized his palm was big enough to cover her face. It was only then, did he notice a white envelope tucked safely beneath the small pillow that the baby lied on.
He stood up and looked around again before lifting the basket very carefully, not wanting to frighten the baby. He returned inside and left the basket on the coffee table before extracting the envelope from it. There was an even larger surprise when he saw his name neatly written on it.
The familiar handwriting got him thinking and he felt his blood turn cold when it finally struck him. He tore open the envelope quickly, panicking to confirm his suspicions.
Yunho oppa,
Believe it or not, the baby lying in the basket belongs to us. I didn’t tell you about her because… she was a huge mistake, an obstacle in both our careers. You know how much I’ve always wanted to become one of the best… I can’t afford to let a baby crush all the hard work I’ve put in so far, yet I couldn’t bear to abort her back then… And right now I’m just not ready to settle down and become a mother, I am not capable yet. I leave our baby in your care, because I know you will love her and care for her better than I can.
A scholarship has been given to me to further my studies and research overseas, and I have thus accepted. I am going there to sort of… start afresh and reach for higher goals. I want to go there with no strings attached to Korea, Yunho oppa. Don’t try to look for me, don’t try to contact me… there will be lesser heartache for us both this way.
I am not asking for forgiveness for all this mess, I am just asking for you to understand and move on to find someone else who loves you more than I do.
I am sorry.
Seo Young
He read the letter over and over, losing focus eventually and his grip on the thin piece of paper tightened so much that it threatened to rip the fragile paper apart. The pounding in his head intensified and he reached up to massage his temple, eyes squeezed so tightly that it hurt.
Seo Young was his childhood sweetheart, a beautiful and mature lady with great ambitions to become one of the best medical researchers in Korea. They had been a couple since high school, always voted the Most Compatible Couple because of how they seemed to fit so well to form a perfect puzzle. Yunho had always supported his girlfriend’s dreams and even though he knew that his career paled in comparison to hers, he never stopped trying hard to be the top-notch boyfriend that a researcher should have.
Yet it had been close to a year since she broke up with him. A short five minutes confrontation in a secluded café, and their relationship that lasted eight years became just a mere memory. She had given up the relationship for a rare apprenticeship at the countryside, saying that their relationship was too much a hassle for her to cope with.
She might have forgotten the warmth that came from their embraces, but Yunho could not forget how her soft laughter used to be his favourite melody in the entire world. Seo Young had crushed him hard, so hard that Yunho thought he could never feel whole ever again. It took him much time - and much alcohol - to numb himself from that stinging pain in his heart.
The baby chose to giggle then, eyes twinkling as she turned her attention from the ceiling to look at Yunho. Her skin is just as fair as her mother’s…
A loud jingle that signaled a text message received only served to worsen his headache and Yunho stretched out his hand to retrieve his phone from the table. Changmin was complaining to him about how one of the models refused to get out of bed for an early photo shoot scheduled.
It was only 6.30AM, and Yunho already had a baby in a basket to take care of, a grouchy boss to pamper and a terrible headache to nurse.
He had been wide awake and staring at the ceiling above him for most of the night. Tossing and turning in bed didn’t work. Counting sheep didn’t work. Working out to tire himself didn’t either. Park Yoochun simply couldn’t sleep, and just when he was finally dozing off, his nanny barged into the apartment and pounded on his bedroom door.
“Yoochun, are you awake yet?” he heard Changmin ask from the other side of the door after threatening to knock his door down.
“No, I am in deep slumber.”
“Good to hear that,” the younger man paused, “Are you dressed?”
“Will you go away if I tell you that I’m naked?”
Before he knew it, Changmin was standing at the doorway, a tired smile on his face. He watched the other approach exasperatedly, later stopping beside the bed to fold his arms. Changmin looked at him sternly.
“Enough fooling around, your first job for today is in 2 hours time and we are already running late, get out of bed now.”
“But I was only going to bed before you came…can you rearrange my schedule?” Yoochun asked lazily, eyes already closed as he lay relaxed on the huge bed.
“Rearrange?! You, you are telling me to rearrange?” Changmin stared at him as if Yoochun was asking for his hand in marriage. The models’ schedules were all arranged weeks before the original date itself after much planning and it was close to impossible to change. However, a cunning look replaced the previous one of disbelief, and Changmin leaned closer to the older man. He rested both his palms on either side of Yoochun’s head, bending low so that their faces were mere inches apart.
Yoochun felt Changmin’s hot breath on his cheeks and opened an eye to stare up at him. Changmin chose to wink at him then, grinning slyly as he lowered to whisper into his ear.
“I can always make you get out of bed…”
“Go ahead,” Yoochun simply laid there, both eyes opened now to look at Changmin expectantly. His lips were puckered as if in invitation as he waited for Changmin to make his move.
The younger man was stunned, eyes widening with shock when he saw Yoochun completely unfazed by his bold suggestions. He blinked awkwardly and scrambled out of Yoochun’s bed.
“You are such a pig, Yoochun hyung.”
The older man chuckled when he saw the tinge of red coloring Changmin’s cheeks, and he rolled around to strike a sexy pose with the blankets to taunt him further. Changmin blushed even harder. Yoochun was after all, well-known for his seductive charms.
“Ask Kim Jaejoong to rearrange your schedule, I shall pray hard that he fires you. One less pain in my ass,” Changmin turned and stormed out of the room, not before hearing Yoochun’s confident remark that resulted in an eye-roll.
“Jaejoong happens to be my number one fan, just so you know.”
It wasn’t the first time he was dreaming of the garden, the boundless patch of green with wild flowers scattered around to form a beautiful painting of bright colors. It was his secret garden, the peaceful sanctuary that belonged only to him. He laid down on a bed of yellow flowers, head resting on one arm while his other hand brushed the soft grass around him repeatedly.
This was heaven. Jaejoong sighed contentedly before humming a random tune, the feeling too comfortable to be true.
The first thud was almost inaudible, yet the noise got louder and louder, causing Jaejoong to look around his surroundings with fear. He felt relieved when the noise disappeared, but then he felt the ground start to shake, the quake getting more violent by the minute. He wanted to find out what was shattering his haven and he continued looking around, panic rising in his chest. Jaejoong looked up at the clear blue sky for signs, only to find the sun beaming down on him, as if he was under a spotlight. He raised his hand to block out the sun, but he ended up hitting something solid instead.
“Oh, it’s you, Jung Yunho,” Jaejoong snorted groggily when he recognized the person standing beside the bed. So the noisy thuds were Yunho’s attempts to break his expensive teak door, earthquakes being violent shakes on his shoulder and the spotlight… well that was apparently his assistant’s way of welcoming sunlight not so subtly with the window blinds.
“Get up Chairman, or we’ll be late.”
Jaejoong groaned, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. Yunho was probably already in his colossal walk-in closet, fishing out a suit for the day.
“No purple. I. Don’t. Want. Purple. Today.”
“We need to get going,” Yunho said, his voice muffled by the endless layers of expensive Armani suits.
Jaejoong ignored his assistant, preferring to rub his face repeatedly on the satin pillow covers. Work can go to hell.
“Chairman, it’s seven and there’s a meeting at eight. You have to get up right now,” Yunho reminded again, tapping his finger on Jaejoong’s bare shoulders.
Jaejoong got irritated and swatted Yunho’s hand away, not really bothering if he would hurt the other. But on contrary with every other day, Yunho did not persist. Jaejoong realized this a second too late, when his subordinate had already walked out the door to go off somewhere. He pushed himself upwards as though he was doing a push-up and took a large step off the bed.
With his eyes full of gunk, he found Yunho in the kitchen by the sink, emitting a dangerous aura of restrain. His shoulders were squared and his knuckles were white from clutching the edge of the counter too hard.
Fifteen minutes later, and Jaejoong was sitting quietly in the backseat of the car after noticing Yunho’s sore, reddened eyes back in the kitchen. He had gone back into his room and washed up, held up the purple dress shirt and pouted at it before hitting the shower. Yunho was already waiting for him in the car with his chauffer by the time he was ready.
“Alright, which meeting is this again? Ugh, why is it scheduled so early?” Jaejoong climbed into the back of the car and the chauffer started his drive to the company. Yunho was scribbling in his good old Moleskin, the pen moving so fast over the lines that it disturbed Jaejoong.
“You are meeting with Mr. Sun regarding recruitment of new female models. We still haven’t found any suitable ones that the clients are requesting for the upcoming events,” Yunho stopped writing for a moment before speaking again, “Many Koreans were probably already on their way to work when you woke up, Mr. Kim.”
Jaejoong continued to gaze out of the window, sulking at the innocent clouds as they drove along the expressway. He knew about his secretary’s insane obsession with punctuality and how he never seemed to need any sleep. Jaejoong turned to ask more about the agent they were about to meet, but was instead distracted by a basket resting beside Yunho’s feet, a large cloth hiding away what it contained.
He decided to ignore the queer item despite how much his curiosity was driving him to question the quiet man sitting next to him, he whose eyes were fixed on the schedule for the next day. However, a soft whimper coming from said queer item changed Jaejoong’s mind and he stared at the basket with a horrified expression as he patted Yunho on the shoulder.
“Am I imaging things because it’s too early, or did I hear that basket of yours… make a human noise?” Jaejoong switched to look at Yunho, watching the other man open and close his mouth several times, fumbling to give a suitable reply.
“Don’t… ask. Just pretend it isn’t there,” Yunho said at last, his fingers clasping the planner tightly.
Whatever was in the basket whimpered louder, and Jaejoong raised an eyebrow at Yunho, refusing to accept his weak explanation. He couldn’t ignore it. When Yunho merely continued to stare into space with a blank expression, Jaejoong moved closer and reached out a hand to grab the handle of the basket, only to be obstructed by Yunho’s long legs trying to stop Jaejoong’s advance.
He cocked his head to the side, his hand resting on the other man’s calf. The fabric of Yunho’s dress pants strained against his outstretched leg, giving Jaejoong a feel of his toned calf muscles. Solid… My secretary works out?!
Jaejoong dismissed the thought and pushed Yunho’s leg aside gently and made a swipe for the pale pink blanket swiftly. His eyes met with a pair of terrified ones.
“Jung Yunho, are you guilty of doing anything unethical or morally wrong?”