Gamblers - Epilogue
Title: Gamblers
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jonghyun/Gwiboon, Onew/Taeyeon
Summary: No story is truly over.
Notes: cross-posted to julyfix
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Halfway across the world in Rome, Italy, Jinki and Taeyeon were sitting under an umbrella at a café, enjoying the warm day and each other’s company. The glint of diamonds on Taeyeon’s ring finger caught in the sunlight and made Jinki smile, as he reached out and took her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles gently. She smiled in return, taking a bite of her cake and crossing her legs.
“I love you,” Jinki said softly.
Taeyeon smiled, her eyes lighting up as she wiped some frosting from her lips, “I love you, too.”
“Ready to go?”
She nodded, and he left money on the table for their food and gratuity, before escorting her away from the café. They walked arm-in-arm towards their hillside villa, the breeze ruffling their hair, Taeyeon resting her head against Jinki’s arm gently. Just as he was about to suggest a dip in the pool, his phone pinged in his pocket, and he pulled it out, opening the media message.
“Ah, it’s from Jonghyun.”
They stopped walking, both smiling and looking at the screen. It was a picture Jonghyun had taken; he was partially in it, but it was mostly of Gwiboon and their son Kibum, in the car, riding passenger and in the backseat respectively, sleeping peacefully in the moonlight.
“I’m really glad things worked out for them,” Taeyeon said, as Jinki put the phone back in his pocket.
“Me too,” Jinki replied, wrapping an arm around her waist. “They deserve it.”
Taeyeon hummed, pulling away from Jinki and grabbing his hand, fingers tangling with his, “So, husband…”
Jinki raised his brows and gave Taeyeon an amused smile, “Yes, wife?”
“Can we get started on our own family?”
Chuckling, Jinki put his hands on Taeyeon’s slender hips and picked her up, hauling her over his shoulder, smacking her ass playfully. She yelped and giggled, not even trying to struggle as he jogged the rest of the way to their house, the sun setting behind them as the gate closed to their private drive.
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“I really wish you wouldn’t make that face.”
“What face? I’m not making a face.”
“Yes you are. It’s the face you make when someone says something that displeases you and you can’t hide the fact that it displeases you so you make a bitch face that makes the perpetrator feel like the biggest skeezball on the planet.”
“I have no idea what face you’re talking about.”
However, Gwiboon was making ‘that face’ - the face where her nose wrinkled and her lips curled and her eyes narrowed and she got three chins and she looked like she would rather kiss a dead fish than be in the same room as Jonghyun.
Rolling his eyes, Jonghyun grabbed Gwiboon’s wrist and yanked her inside of the tiny room, shutting the door behind her, effectively surrounding them in a cloud of dust. He suppressed a cough when the particles entered his nostrils - Gwiboon inhaled sharply and he put his finger under her nose to halt the impending sneeze, cursing himself for forgetting about the fact she was heavily allergic to dust and the like.
Her eyes closed and in the darkness he could see her form trembling, trying to hold back her body’s natural reaction to their surroundings. He could hear the sound of foot steps coming closer and if Gwiboon sneezed she would blow their cover, literally, they would be caught and it would all be over, and quite frankly Jonghyun didn’t come this far to be thrown in jail.
So he did the first thing he could think of to get her body distracted from the squeeze.
He pinched her nipple through her bra while simultaneously covering her mouth to keep her quiet.
She jumped, the yelp getting caught back in her throat as his strong arms wrapped around her, squeezing her in order to keep her quiet and still as the foot steps passed by the supply closet, and once the sound was gone, he let her go and opened the door, peeking around to make sure the coast was clear before helping her out of the closet.
“God!” she punched him in the shoulder, stomping her foot. “I hate you!”
“You do not, now come on before that guy comes back,” Jonghyun took her hand and ignored the growing bruise on his arm as they exited the building, the goods jingling in the satchel Gwiboon had slung over her shoulder.
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“Ah, so glad you could join us, Mr. and Mrs. Kim.”
Gwiboon and Jonghyun smiled warmly as they entered the class room, making their way through the other parents as they found their seats and sat down, Gwiboon tossing her brown hair over her shoulder and pulling her newly acquired necklace out of her purse to clasp around her neck. Jonghyun shook hands with the man next to him, shiny new watch clinking a bit and the teacher at the front of the room went through roll call, everyone accounted for, before she brought in all of the students.
At eight years old, Kibum was an intelligent, quick-witted young man as well as Jonghyun and Gwiboon’s pride and joy. He stood out from the rest of the students, well-groomed and well-mannered, albeit a bit sharp-tongued, and by the end of the open house when the parents all mingled together, the teacher decided it was time to take the Kims aside and talk to them privately.
“Kibum is really quite the young man,” the teacher said.
“Thank you,” Gwiboon said, her aura smug as her fingers toyed with the jewels on her neck idly.
“However, I’m a bit worried…” the teacher trailed off.
Jonghyun frowned a bit, glancing over at Kibum, who seemed to be getting along with the other students swimmingly well, playing over in the corner. “Why?”
“Well…” the teacher fidgeted a little, “I caught him stealing, the other day.”
“You caught him?” Gwiboon arched a brow.
The teacher nodded.
Jonghyun chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly embarrassed. Gwiboon let out a soft tut, before rubbing the teacher’s arm in reassurance.
“I promise, you won’t catch him doing it again.”
The teacher looked relieved, before she let Gwiboon and Jonghyun know that Kibum was getting top marks in English and Math. They thanked her, and watched as she walked away towards the other parents; Gwiboon and Jonghyun looked over towards Kibum, watching his sleight of hand as he managed to take a bracelet clean off of a girl’s wrist without her noticing while playing a game of go-fish.
Oh, he definitely won’t get caught again.
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jonghyun/Gwiboon, Onew/Taeyeon
Summary: No story is truly over.
Notes: cross-posted to julyfix
[ Previous]
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Halfway across the world in Rome, Italy, Jinki and Taeyeon were sitting under an umbrella at a café, enjoying the warm day and each other’s company. The glint of diamonds on Taeyeon’s ring finger caught in the sunlight and made Jinki smile, as he reached out and took her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles gently. She smiled in return, taking a bite of her cake and crossing her legs.
“I love you,” Jinki said softly.
Taeyeon smiled, her eyes lighting up as she wiped some frosting from her lips, “I love you, too.”
“Ready to go?”
She nodded, and he left money on the table for their food and gratuity, before escorting her away from the café. They walked arm-in-arm towards their hillside villa, the breeze ruffling their hair, Taeyeon resting her head against Jinki’s arm gently. Just as he was about to suggest a dip in the pool, his phone pinged in his pocket, and he pulled it out, opening the media message.
“Ah, it’s from Jonghyun.”
They stopped walking, both smiling and looking at the screen. It was a picture Jonghyun had taken; he was partially in it, but it was mostly of Gwiboon and their son Kibum, in the car, riding passenger and in the backseat respectively, sleeping peacefully in the moonlight.
“I’m really glad things worked out for them,” Taeyeon said, as Jinki put the phone back in his pocket.
“Me too,” Jinki replied, wrapping an arm around her waist. “They deserve it.”
Taeyeon hummed, pulling away from Jinki and grabbing his hand, fingers tangling with his, “So, husband…”
Jinki raised his brows and gave Taeyeon an amused smile, “Yes, wife?”
“Can we get started on our own family?”
Chuckling, Jinki put his hands on Taeyeon’s slender hips and picked her up, hauling her over his shoulder, smacking her ass playfully. She yelped and giggled, not even trying to struggle as he jogged the rest of the way to their house, the sun setting behind them as the gate closed to their private drive.
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“I really wish you wouldn’t make that face.”
“What face? I’m not making a face.”
“Yes you are. It’s the face you make when someone says something that displeases you and you can’t hide the fact that it displeases you so you make a bitch face that makes the perpetrator feel like the biggest skeezball on the planet.”
“I have no idea what face you’re talking about.”
However, Gwiboon was making ‘that face’ - the face where her nose wrinkled and her lips curled and her eyes narrowed and she got three chins and she looked like she would rather kiss a dead fish than be in the same room as Jonghyun.
Rolling his eyes, Jonghyun grabbed Gwiboon’s wrist and yanked her inside of the tiny room, shutting the door behind her, effectively surrounding them in a cloud of dust. He suppressed a cough when the particles entered his nostrils - Gwiboon inhaled sharply and he put his finger under her nose to halt the impending sneeze, cursing himself for forgetting about the fact she was heavily allergic to dust and the like.
Her eyes closed and in the darkness he could see her form trembling, trying to hold back her body’s natural reaction to their surroundings. He could hear the sound of foot steps coming closer and if Gwiboon sneezed she would blow their cover, literally, they would be caught and it would all be over, and quite frankly Jonghyun didn’t come this far to be thrown in jail.
So he did the first thing he could think of to get her body distracted from the squeeze.
He pinched her nipple through her bra while simultaneously covering her mouth to keep her quiet.
She jumped, the yelp getting caught back in her throat as his strong arms wrapped around her, squeezing her in order to keep her quiet and still as the foot steps passed by the supply closet, and once the sound was gone, he let her go and opened the door, peeking around to make sure the coast was clear before helping her out of the closet.
“God!” she punched him in the shoulder, stomping her foot. “I hate you!”
“You do not, now come on before that guy comes back,” Jonghyun took her hand and ignored the growing bruise on his arm as they exited the building, the goods jingling in the satchel Gwiboon had slung over her shoulder.
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“Ah, so glad you could join us, Mr. and Mrs. Kim.”
Gwiboon and Jonghyun smiled warmly as they entered the class room, making their way through the other parents as they found their seats and sat down, Gwiboon tossing her brown hair over her shoulder and pulling her newly acquired necklace out of her purse to clasp around her neck. Jonghyun shook hands with the man next to him, shiny new watch clinking a bit and the teacher at the front of the room went through roll call, everyone accounted for, before she brought in all of the students.
At eight years old, Kibum was an intelligent, quick-witted young man as well as Jonghyun and Gwiboon’s pride and joy. He stood out from the rest of the students, well-groomed and well-mannered, albeit a bit sharp-tongued, and by the end of the open house when the parents all mingled together, the teacher decided it was time to take the Kims aside and talk to them privately.
“Kibum is really quite the young man,” the teacher said.
“Thank you,” Gwiboon said, her aura smug as her fingers toyed with the jewels on her neck idly.
“However, I’m a bit worried…” the teacher trailed off.
Jonghyun frowned a bit, glancing over at Kibum, who seemed to be getting along with the other students swimmingly well, playing over in the corner. “Why?”
“Well…” the teacher fidgeted a little, “I caught him stealing, the other day.”
“You caught him?” Gwiboon arched a brow.
The teacher nodded.
Jonghyun chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly embarrassed. Gwiboon let out a soft tut, before rubbing the teacher’s arm in reassurance.
“I promise, you won’t catch him doing it again.”
The teacher looked relieved, before she let Gwiboon and Jonghyun know that Kibum was getting top marks in English and Math. They thanked her, and watched as she walked away towards the other parents; Gwiboon and Jonghyun looked over towards Kibum, watching his sleight of hand as he managed to take a bracelet clean off of a girl’s wrist without her noticing while playing a game of go-fish.
Oh, he definitely won’t get caught again.
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