Jinyoung's Wedding
Another Beginning: When I Meet You-ANOTHER BEGINNING: CHAPTER 8-
After the grand opening, we should immediately back to Seoul again since Jinyoung’s wedding is getting closer. I promised him that I’ll be there to give my bless for him and Bambam. My father said that he will attend Jinyoung’s wedding too.
It’s such a busy morning. Yugyeom has been clinging to Youngjae more now since his leg injured in Hongkong. Youngjae can’t really do any chores since Yugyeom desperately calling him over and over. Now, I stay with them, so it’s my responsibility to help Youngjae with the chores.
I am cooking breakfast when Youngjae enters the kitchen with a loud yawn, “You are awake, Jae?”
“Yes, hyung.” he says as he giving me a morning peck.
“How is Yugyeom?”
“He is still sleeping. He kept waking me up last night. And I am still sleepy.” I look at him who put his head on the table. He’s been sleeping in Yugyeom’s room, accompany Yugyeom while I slept in Youngjae’s room, alone.
“Do you need any help, hyung?”
“No. I am okay. Will be done in a few minutes.”
“How about Jinyoung hyung’s wedding, hyung?”
“We’ll go there on 10 am. How?”
“Oh… then I should wake Yugyeom up now.”
“Daddy?” Yugyeom whines as he enters the kitchen.
Youngjae immediately pulls him up, “Yes, baby. I’ve just want to wake you up. Don’t you remember that Uncle Jinyoung will have his wedding today?”
“Yes, I remember, daddy. What are you cooking, Appa?”
“Oh, I make pancake and omelet.” I smile at him, looking him lovely in Youngjae’s embrace.
“Pancake and omelet, hyung? Really?” Youngjae mocks me.
“What?” I frown as I serve the foods in front of them.
“Such an odd combo, hyung,” Youngjae chukles. Yugyeom joins him.
“Daddy… Appa’s pancake is more delicious than yours.” Yugyeom defends me. I look at him, smiling, and high five with him.
“Alright. Alright. I admit it too, baby. Appa is the best. And you should sit alone and eat by yourself.” Youngjae pouts.
“Aaah… daddy… are you angry with me? Yugyeomie wants to be fed by daddy…” Yugyeom whines. Youngjae let a sigh as he begins feeding Yugyeom.
“Yugyeom-ah, you have to take a bath after breakfast, okay, baby? We don’t want to be late on Uncle Jinyoung’s wedding, right?” I say to Yugyeom. He lifts his head then nodding.
Soon, we finish our breakfast. Yugyeom immediately runs to the bathroom.
“Daddy… I want to take a bath with you!” Yugyeom yells from the bathroom, making Youngjae pauses from collecting the dishes.
“Go. I will wash these alone. Don’t worry,” I assure him. He looks a bit hesitant, but giving up as he walks to the bathroom.
I finish washing the dishes as I walk to the bedroom. I hear Youngjae and Yugyeom’s conversation through the bathroom’s door.
“So, daddy… Was I in your belly before?” Yugyeom asks excitedly.
“I am in your belly, daddy? But, how? I must be weight, right? I am big or small, daddy?”
“You are small, baby. Like this,” Then they chuckle together. I smile so wide as I heard their conversation. I want to hear more, but my phone rings. Jinyoung.
“Yes, Jinyoung-ah?”
“Hyung, where are you?”
“In the home. I am getting ready now,” I answer as I prepare the clothes that I will wear.
“Come here soon… I am waiting for you and Youngjae and Yugyeom, hyung!”
“Yes, we’ll be there soon. Don’t worry.” I hung up and look at the bedroom door where Youngjae stands in his bathrobe with Yugyeom in his embrace. Youngjae put Yugyeom down.
“Hurry up, hyung, or we will be late,” Youngjae smiles at me. I walk closer to him and kiss him deeply, in front of Yugyeom.
“Do you know that it’s a sin to be so pretty like this, baby?” I wink at him as I walk pass him to the bathroom.
We arrive at the wedding place on 11 am. We meet Jackson, Mark, and my father there. We are busy chatting after the wedding ceremony. We sit in one round table. My father is flying around, meeting with his colleagues. Yugyeom is dancing around excitedly when the music is playing. We laugh at Yugyeom’s antics.
“Yugyeom is really likes you, hyung. Dancing around every time he hears music,” Jackson comment, still in awe with Yugyeom’s dancing skill.
“He is definitely awesome, JB. For a kid, he is an awesome dancer.” Mark joins.
“Yeah, Yugyeom’s been interesting in dancing since he was three. But, since I am not really good at dancing, he always danced alone or watched some idols’ performances.” Youngjae explain, his eyes never leave Yugyeom.
“And… he resemble you a lot too, Jae. If JB didn’t tell me that he is adopted, I might think that Yugyeom is your son.” Mark says, making Youngjae chokes.
“Are you okay, baby?” I ask, worry as I know the reason why he surprise by Mark’s sentence. Mark’s sentence is exactly like what my father said back then. Yugyeom is indeed resembles us a lot.
“Yes, I am fine.” Youngjae whips the stain of water as Yugyeom runs towards us with a heavy breaths.
“Daddy… water, please,” he says as soon as he stands beside Youngjae. Youngjae gives him a glass of water which he drinks fast.
“Are you having fun, Gyeom?” Jackson asks. Yugyeom nods cutely.
“You are an awesome dancer, Gyeom.” Mark compliments him, making Yugyeom blushes red. He is so cute.
“Thank you, Uncle. I got it from Appa,” he smiles wide. We chuckle.
Then, Jinyoung and Bambam suddenly come.
“Oh, hey… congratulations, buddy!” Jackson gives them a bone-chrushing hug. We laugh at their pain expression.
“Yah! Enough, Jackson-ah. I want to say my congrats too. Congratulation, Jin, Bam!” Mark says, pulling them in a gentle hug.
“Thanks, hyung,” Jinyoung sincerely looking so happy.
“Hey, buddy. Congratulation!” I say as I pull him in to hug also. Then, Youngjae pulls him into hug also.
“So, next month, huh?” Jinyoung teases Youngjae. But, Youngjae looks at him confused.
“What next month, hyung?” He asks. I clear my throat.
“Our wedding, Jae.” I simply say. Yugyeom is busy looking up at us.
“Our?”
“Yes.”
“You haven’t told me about it.” He simply says.
“Yes, I am sorry. But, you agreed, right?”
“Well… yeah. Next month.” I watch as Youngjae’s expression fall, as if he is being burden by the next month wedding. And I know the reason.
“Daddy…” Yugyeom tugs Youngjae’s trouser. He looks down at Yugyeom.
“Hold me up!” he says. Youngjae hold him up.
“Uncle Jinyoung, Uncle Bambam, congratulation!” Yugyeom is giving them the best smile and the sincere greetings. Jinyoung and Bambam pull him into a hug, then put him down again. We chat for a while, talking about some old days, but I notice that Youngjae is remains silent now. I sigh.
Then, a woman walks closer towards us. What does she want again now? I mentally ask.
“Hi, all.” She greets us, but none of us who pay attention to him. But, Yugyeom is being Yugyeom and he is just kid.
“Annyeonghaseyo, Aunty?” Yugyeom’s politely greets her.
“Oh, someone is answering my greeting. Who are you, baby boy?” she asks as she takes Yugyeom’s hand. Yugyeom looks at her hardly before pull it away and immediately hiding behind Youngjae. He must feel something bad about her.
“I… I am Yugyeom.” Yugyeom answer, none the less.
“So, Yugyeomie, are you perhaps, Youngjae’s son?” she asks, Yugeyom nods.
“Yoona, what do you want? Don’t talk to my son!” I stand up and block her from Yugyeom. I know Youngjae must be fighting against his heart.
“So, he is your son with Youngjae? He is an adopted son, right?” she harshly says, making Yugyeom yells, “I am my daddy’s son, not adopted. Right, daddy?” I look at Yugyeom who looks at Youngjae deeply.
“Of course, baby. You are my son.”
“Wow… what the hell is going on this time? You are gay, Im Jaebum. You are a man. And Youngjae is a man too. Both of you can’t get pregnant. Then, the only logic answer is… this kid is adopted.
Yugyeom-ah, I am sorry if aunty tell you this, I bet your daddy and ‘Appa’ won’t tell you. So, I will tell you the truth, dear. Unfortunately you are an adopted kid, Yugyeom-ah. Maybe Youngjae picked you from an orphanage or hospital.” She harshly says to Yugyeom, making Yugyeom cries hard. Youngjae immediately hugs him to calm him.
“You must be crazy, Yoona!” I yell at her. I hold my hand up, but Youngjae is faster than me. I watch as he slaps Yoona hard.
“Don’t ever hurt my son! Don’t you dare to call him an adopted child, because he isn’t. He is my son. My biological son! Get out from here before I hurt you badly more than a slap on your face!” Youngjae is obviously angry. The guys are silent, watching Youngjae angry for the first time. They must be in shock too, just like me.
My father runs towards us, “What happen?” he asks, then he sees Yoona’s standing in front of Youngjae while rubbing her cheek. Yugyeom is still crying hard. Youngjae then turns his body to hold Yugyeom and leaves the venue of the wedding.
“Yoona, I am really glad that my son called off the engagement with you. I am very disappointed with you,” my father simply says, leaving Yoona speechless.
“If you ever try to disturb my life with Youngjae again, I swear to God, I might kill you. Don’t you ever try to hurt Youngjae and my son, Yugyeom. Note it!” I warn her as I take my leave also. The guys soon follow us behind. Lucky that the wedding is over, so there are not many guests watch a little drama there.
Youngjae is calming Yugyeom now. He keeps soothing Yugyeom’s back. I know that Youngjae must be hurt by Yoona’s words. That’s why, Youngjae slapped her.
“Baby… Are you okay?” I ask Yugyeom, concern, as I take a seat beside Youngjae.
“Appaaaa~” he cries hard. I take and squish Yugyeom’s hand. His hand is cold. He get hiccups due to his hard cry.
“Ssshh… don’t listen to that aunty, baby. She is crazy,” I explain to him. Although I used an unproperly word, Youngjae doesn’t scold me. Maybe, it’s because he agreed with my word.
“Yes, Appa is right, baby. Don’t listen to her. You know that you are my baby. Our son, right? And that we love you so much, baby…” Youngjae says as he keeps his best to not cry in front of Yugyeom.
“Remember this morning in the bathroom when I told about you inside my belly? That’s the proof that you are my son, baby. You are my own son, with Appa. Not an adopted kid like that aunty said. Don’t listen to her. You believe me, right?” Yugyeom nods, tighten the embrace around Youngjae. I stare at him hard.
Did he just confess about the hidden thing? Was it right? But, how? Yugyeom is my son with him? But, he is man, and I am man. And Yugeyom is just five while we broke up seven years ago. So many questions are running in my head.
AN: A little chapter for you.
Since yesterday, I started my busy days with bunch of chapter report.
But, I will try to write more.
Maybe it will take some times. I will really try my best to update regularly because I love you so much! Kkkk~
Comments are always appreciated.
Enjoy! ^^
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