Title: My Angel to Love
Author: Yunshi Himura
Pairings: YunJae, YunTiff, YooSu
Genre: Drama
Rating: Pg-13
Length: One Shot
Disclaimer: I wish I could own Jaejoongie but sadly I only own the plots and story
Summary: It’s the day Yunho will getting married with the love of his life, or so he thought until someone caught his eyes and his heart.

 

 

 

Finally I will get married with Tiffany Hwang, the love of my life. We’ve been together for a year and today are the day where she will be mine. I can’t wait for the time when we said ‘I do’. We will be living together forever.

 

I look at myself in the full length mirror. I’m not being narcissist but I’m sure look hot in this black suit and red bow tie. Ah, what a handsome fellow. Tiffany is lucky to have me. Hehe.

 

“Yo, Yunho! Ready?”

 

I saw my best friends, Park Yoochun and Shim Changmin enter the room from the mirror without have to turns around. I smile to greet them as they walk closer.

 

Yoochun, a lawyer pats my back. “Congratulation, Yunho. It’s about time you get married,”

 

“Yeah, you’re even old enough to be a father to a pair of kids,” says Changmin who works with me at the bank.

 

“Aish, you guys,” I laugh at them knowing they’re only joking around.

 

“You’re lucky to have Tiffany. Make sure to treat her good, man,” Yoochun rubs my shoulder.

 

I nod. Even without them told me that, I will treat her nice and good. I’ll make sure she always happy and never regret marrying me.

 

“It’s about time. Let’s go.”

 

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Tiffany Hwang is officially Tiffany Jung, the wife to Jung Yunho. Don’t ever forget that. Ah, she looks so beautiful in her wedding dress. Even though she is not wearing the gown I had chosen but the one her own choice, she still looks beautiful. I don’t really like it at first judging from the how skimpy the gown is. She likes to wear something revealing and y. I try to change her because I don’t like other men seeing what suppose to be mine. At the end, she said she will try to change slowly, and she wants everyone to see how beautiful she is today with the skimpy wedding gown.

 

Sighs.

 

My family members wish us for our wedding before they walk away from the altar. Her family members come up next to take photos with us. Wow! I didn’t know that she has huge family. Well, yeah. I just saw them once before at our engagement ceremony but didn’t really meet nor talk to them. Tiffany said her father [also my appa now. Hehe] has ten siblings so she got dozens of cousins.

 

We take photos with her cousin first. This is when I feel my heart beat hardly against my ribcage till it hurt like hell. Strange. I never feel like this before even when I first saw Tiffany. Am I nervous, because I now have a new responsibility as her husband? No, I don’t think so. If it is, I should feel it when we stand in front of the priest earlier, not here when everything is end now.

 

I turn my head and try looking to the source of my beating heart. And the beat turns harder when I greet with a handsome young man. No, I take back my words. This man beside me looks pretty, even prettier than Tiffany. His black shining eyes like pearls, his pink and kissable lips, his slim and small waist, his honey blonde silky hair, with that white suit hug perfectly against his body. He looks like an angel. My angel.

 

Ouch!

 

I turn my head toward Tiffany who in return smiling oh so dangerously. “Oppa...”

 

I don’t want to hear her nagging so I choose to shut it up and smile to the camera. After that, the cousins got off. I don’t have time to talk to the young man beside me when he quickly left us. I try to look for him in the midst of her cousins, only to smile seeing the angel bowed down to the photographer.

 

“Aish, that Jaejoong. Can’t he stop being a clumsy freak? He embarrass me.”

 

Oh, so his name is Jaejoong? Pretty! A pretty name for a pretty man.

 

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It’s party night. Tiffany is off with her friends while here I am accompanying by Changmin. Sigh. Aren’t newlyweds supposed to stick like a gum and greet everyone at the hall together? Well. Not that I would mind. Since she choose to gather with her friends, I’m fine with it. After this it’s kind of hard for them to gather around like before since she is a married woman. Well then, I should have my time too. I look around the hall, looking for something, or someone.

 

“Who are you looking for?” Changmin asks.

 

“Where’s Yoochun?” I lied.

 

“Bathroom,” he replies shortly.

 

As soon as he said that, my eyes caught Jaejoong the angel, smiling happily while talking and walking, with and arm hanging around his shoulder. I look to the arm’s owner...Yoochun?

 

I can’t hide my shock when Yoochun and Jaejoong come to us, still with his hand on Jaejoong’s shoulder. The angel bowed his head to greet me...or us.

 

“Congratulations, Yunho hyung. I can call you hyung, right?”

 

His voice. His melodious voice oh so dangerously delicious in my ears. I wonder how it feels if he moans my name.

 

Oh, God. What am I thinking? I’m a married man, a man who just got married today with his cousin for God sake.

 

“Of course you can, we’re the same age,” Yoochun’s voice brings me back to reality. “If you call me hyung, you can call him hyung. Furthermore, he is married to your cousin, right?”

 

He smiles. His smile. Oh God, just take my life now. I am more than happy to die with his smile beside me. His smile can melt my heart. I wonder how it feels to have that lip against mine.

 

Stop it, Yunho! Breath. Breath. You’re a married man. You’re a married man.

 

“Oh, you’re Tiffany’s cousin? How did you know Yoochun by the way?” Changmin’s question pulls me back to the state.

 

“He is a substitute teacher at my daughter’s nursery. I saw him everyday when I fetch my daughter and we happen to talk a lot,” Yoochun says.

 

“Ah...so you’re rather close right now?” Changmin asks again.

 

Oh...that’s how they met. I don’t know why I’m so jealous of Yoochun cause he get to know Jaejoong first. Furthermore they’re friends all this time. Aish! Why did I reject Yoochun’s offer to fetch his daughter with him before? If not, I can meet Jaejoong earlier. Stupid me!

 

“I caught him from falling at the toilet just now. You can’t stop being clumsy are you? I saw you hit the cameraman this afternoon at the ceremony also.”

 

That caught my attention. Well, not from what Yoochun had said actually, but at the soft laugh from the angel. Oh, my! His laughter is rich with happiness yet contains such shyness and innocent. He is so cute! I wonder how it feels to have that cutie laugh as a morning call every time to wake me up.

 

Can you stop that already? Get a grip Jung Yunho. Your wife is here. Your wife is the one you truly love.

 

“I can’t help it,”

 

“Aish, you clumsy boy!”

 

I didn’t hear anything. I can’t hear anything. My ears are blocked from any sound alive. Am I deaf? I see Changmin are talking. I see Yoochun nods his head. I see Jaejoong hide his laugh with his palm. But why can’t I hear anything?

 

I lowered my eyes to Jaejoong’s body. His waist is so small, so tiny, so slim. I wonder how it will fit perfectly in my arms. I have to hold him extra careful, worried if I may break him. He is so...perfect.

 

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I’m lying on my bed beside my wife, Tiffany. It is our first night and it is full with love making. Am I sick to imagine my angel rather than my wife? Whenever I kiss her, hold her, hug her or touch her, all I’m seeing is Jaejoong, a male, not Tiffany, my wife.

 

Am I wrong to have the feeling of loving an angel I just met than my official wedded wife who I claim to love? I love her. I truly did. But...I don’t know what my feeling for Jaejoong is. Is it crush? Is it like? Or...is it love?

 

I turn my head to the side. Tiffany is sleeping soundly. She must be tired; the wedding at noon, the party at night, and mating afterward. Sigh. And all of that happen with Jaejoong fills my mind, heart and soul.

 

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It is not the first time we have breakfast together. But it is the first times Tiffany makes me breakfast. Chocolate pancake with a cup of coffee. Ah...just to my liking. A little lacking here and there but I’m sure she will learn to make it as perfect as I like.

 

“Aren’t you too y, Tiff?” I ask as soon as Tiffany sits in front of me.

 

“Oppa...” she whines. “It is okay right since it’s just the two of us here?”

 

Am I a sinner to hate her whinning? Before I really like to hear her whine and I love to just to see her pout her red lips. But right now, I hate it. I hate it all. She doesn’t look cute anymore. She looks like a , a , just to seduce me.

 

“When do you think we should hold our housewarming party?” I try to change the subject.

 

“Oppa, isn’t it too early? We just got married yesterday. And...we’re not going to our honeymoon yet.”

 

Yup. Just like a seducing her prey. Whatever. I’m not interested. Your shy act doesn’t work with me this time. I just want...to see my angel.

 

Sighs.

 

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So here we are, holding our housewarming party two months after the marriage and a month after our honeymoon. It can’t be called as housewarming anymore right since we’re already live in the house for two months? Blame Tiffany then. She just wants to enjoy our marriage live first before busying herself. I think it would be better if we do the party first and busying our self, then we can rest for all our life.

 

Yeah, whatever. She’s the mistress in the house. She knows what she should do. As long as I can meet my angel. I can’t wait. Really.

 

“Who do you invite?”

 

“Our friends and my family of course,”

 

“Your relatives I mean; your uncles, aunties and cousins,”

 

“Ah...I did. I post an invitation on twitter. But I don’t think many will come anyway.”

 

She what? Are you kidding me? An invitation through twitter? Are you nuts? Of course they won’t come if your invitation through twitter. What are they? Your friends? They’re your relatives, your family. You have to, no scratch that, you need to respect them. Show some courteous can’t you?

 

I really want to yell at her. What did she think? Aish! Now the last effort for me to meet my angel is going to waste. I’m sure he wouldn’t come. Cries. Oh God, please help me meet my angel Jaejoong.

 

Our friends and family start to come after that. We talk a lot while eating the meal I ordered from a restaurant special for today. Tiffany won’t cook and she wouldn’t want to cook for these many people.

 

“Yo, Yunho!”

 

I smile brightly seeing Yoochun and his wife, Junsu and their daughter Yunshi at my door. But my smile turns bigger seeing a young boy holding hand with their daughter. My angel! My angel is here.

 

“Yoochun, I’ve waiting for you, man.” I hug him before I greet his wife. “Hello, Junsu. It’s been a long time since my wedding.”

 

Junsu nods cheekily. “Yeah. Quite busy with this little one.”

 

I scrunched down to have a same level as Yunshi. “Hello there, princess. How are you today?”

 

“I’m fine and uncle, I’m no princess. Teacher Joongie is,” she says cutely.

 

I laugh as I lift my head to the princess like angel. Then I look at her back. “Yeah, your teacher is a pretty princess,”

 

“Hyung, I’m a man. I should be called prince, not princess,” my angel Jaejoong says as he pouts.

 

Ah...how I miss his pout. I stand up and greet him after. “Hi Jaejoong. Long time no see.”

 

He bowed his head. “Hi, Yunho hyung. And don’t hear anything she says.” He looks down to the little girl. “And you, don’t you dare to call me princess again.”

 

We laugh as he threatens the young little Park. Ah...it feels so bright with my angel here. Thank you, God. I will give as much as I have for charity. Thank you for letting me sees my angel again.

 

I invite them to the back garden. Well, we make two dining; living room and garden. Let Tiffany serve our friends and family while I will attend to my friends at the back. There’s not much people anyway, just Changmin alone eating like a pig at the dining buffet table.

 

I really like this feeling. It’s just us at the garden here. More space, more laugh, and more for me to glance at my angel. I can’t stop my smile when I see him with little Park. He is so sweet for treating the girl, just like an umma treat his daughter. Ah...butterflies in my stomach flying happily with the thought of him as an umma treat our kids with full of love. What a great feeling.

 

I break from my thought as I heard a clacking sounds and a giggle after that. I look at the two and seeing Yunshi is chuckling while Jaejoong busying arranging something on the table. Curious, I walk closer to them. My smile grew big as I saw a couple of shrimps are scattered on the table. My eyes scan the area to look for any breaking plate.

 

Thank God nothing is break. Not that I worried over some stupid round plates or worried Tiffany might going berserk because her expensive plate that she bought for show off is break. No I won’t mind that either. I just worried if something breaks, it will hurt my angel to bleed. His crimson red blood is the least I want to see.

 

I saw Jaejoong sighs after he finishes cleaning up. He talk something to Yunshi that I didn’t care of since I was too fascinated by his pink cheeks; might be of embarrassed. The little girl runs away with her chocolate cake. It’s time for me to talk to my angel. I stand next to him and smiles as I pull his wrist to a bench. Strangely he didn’t object nor push me away.

 

We sit side by side and watching Changmin runs after Yunshi for the cake. Really. There’s plenty on the table, why must he tease the little girl? Aish. He should get laid too.

 

“You okay?” I ask the boy beside me without looking at him.

 

“Eh? Why? Of...of course I’m okay.” I heard him stuttered.

 

I turn my head to look at him. He bends his head to his fingers. I pout. What? His pretty long fingers are more interesting that my face? Even though I admit that his fingers are sure pretty. Well, all about him is pretty and cutie anyway.

 

“You accidently knock it over?” I ask.

 

He nods without answering me.

 

“I remember Yoochun said that you’re pretty clumsy.”

 

His lips form a pout and I chuckles at that. I reach out my hand to grab his chin and make him look at me.

 

“A cute one at that.”

 

His eyes widen big. Cute. Cute. Cute. He is such a cutie. But I didn’t have any intention to pulls my hand. But I guess Jaejoong doesn’t feel comfortable with it since he unhook my hand and face the front.

 

“You’re weird, hyung.”

 

I am? Yeah, I am. Blame yourself for that. I sigh as I still keep my eyes on him. This is the second time that I can see his face up close. And this time no one will stop it nor bother me. This is my place and Tiffany is inside. Might use this chance as long as I can.

 

“I shouldn’t come,” he mumbled and sighs.

 

That takes me by surprise. What did he mean? “Excuse me?”

 

A sigh escape his lips again before he look at me. “I shouldn’t come here,”

 

“Why?”

 

I don’t understand. Why? Why?

 

“You didn’t invite us, aren’t you?”

 

I gaped at him. Really. That shocks me. “Tiffany did invite you, and the other relatives.” She didn’t lie, did she?

 

“Yeah, through twitter.” He smiles painfully.

 

I hate to see him smile like that. It hurt me. It didn’t suit his face. An angel and princess like face should be decorated by happy, sincere, shy and loving smile. Not pain like this. And I can’t bring myself to replies him.

 

“You don’t think an invitation through twitter is kind of courteous, aren’t you? I don’t mean to talk badly about Tiff noona. But other uncles and aunties don’t want to come because they thought she didn’t respect them. Why not she calls or sends phone messages rather than post it on twitter? Not everyone has that, you know.”

 

In a time like this, I should feel mad or something, right? But trust me; I didn’t feel anything at all. In fact I can feel myself fly high to the sky hearing his beautiful whining. I am right; his whining is even prettier than my wife.

 

“Then...why you come? I mean, I’m not offend you but I...feel weird since you’re the only one of her family who come. Well, except her parents and siblings of course.”

 

He forms that painful smile again. “Yoochun hyung forced me to come when they take Yunshi from the nursery; saying that I am Tiff noona’s cousin and my relatives will be here too. Heh, I know it would be only me here.”

 

I don’t know what take over me. I reach out my hand once again and pull his wrist. I take him inside to my office room; ignoring Junsu’s called our name. I open the door and closed it before I slam his back on the wall. Good thing I choose this back room as my office since it’s facing the garden. I hear him wince but I ignored it.

 

“I know you despise her. I know your families hate her and her umma. I know you only come to the wedding just to save her appa’s face. I know how much you want to keep a long distant as possible from her, from me, from us,” I say to his face.

 

He widens his eyes as he gulps his saliva. Am I making him scared? He did look scared in my eyes. I slowly loosen up my hold but still holding his hands beside his face.

 

Don’t ask me how I knew. I just...know. Tiffany and her mother [also my umma now] is being a to the Hwang family. I didn’t know what they did but I guess it’s something bad since the whole family hate them. As an example, they didn’t come to our party today.

 

“But I really really really want you to come. I want to see you again. I miss you.”

 

As if his eyes can open bigger than he already is. He is shock, I know. But I must tell him. I can’t control my feeling anymore. I don’t care if I just got married for two months. I don’t care if Tiffany cries a river; she can find other man for all I care, she is a playgirl after all.

 

“Hyung...?”

 

I lean closer and capture his lips. I am right. His lip is so soft and delicious. It’s like silk, like rose petal. Even testier than Tiffany. I slowly let his hands go but my hands circling his waist. And I am once again right. His small and petite waist fit perfectly in my arms. It is as if his waist is create just to be in my hug.

 

I pull away slightly. His eyes wide open but his cheeks crimson red. It is not he doesn’t like it, it just he’s surprise and like it. Well, judging from his embarrass cheeks, I’m sure he enjoys it and love it as much as I do.

 

I close the gap and kiss his lips again. This time is just lips touch against lips. I don’t want to make French kiss for I’m afraid he’s scared again. As for now since he doesn’t push me away, it is good enough.

 

“Ehem!”

 

I pulls away to look at the door. I smile sheepishly at Yoochun who just stand there watching us. I know I should lock the door. Aish.

 

“Welcome to the club, Yunho. Jaejoong, congratulation on winning your man’s heart. And please take my advice will you, lock the door next time. Remember my princess is still in the house, and not forget your wife too,” he nags before he turns around and pulls the door. But before it can close properly, he sneaks his head to the creak. “And Yunho, you can come to me anytime for the divorce.”

 

Tup. The door is closed. I blink my eyes.

 

Once.

 

Twice.

 

Trice.

 

I turn to my angel in my arms. He had his head bend down, his hair fall to his forehead but I still can see that the cheeks become redder.

 

Wait. What that Yoochun’s mean? Congratulation on winning your man’s heart? Your man’s heart? Is that mean Jaejoong...my angel like me too? He loves me?

 

Before I can ask him anything, I feel myself being push away.

 

“Jaejoong...?”

 

“Don’t...don’t mind what Yoochun hyung said. He just...he just joking around.”

 

Judging from his stuttering, I guess Yoochun is not joking around. Jaejoong is indeed loves me. He loves me. Yay! I feel like I want to jumping around and flying happily. I reach his chin to make him look at me. His face still deep red and his eyes shining with tears. I peck his lips softly before I put my forehead against his.

 

“I love you too,” I whisper.

 

“I don’t.”

 

I chuckles softly as I plant my lips on his pointy nose. “I love you,”

 

“I don’t,”

 

“Don’t worry about Tiffany. I will divorce her as soon as possible,”

 

“You can’t,”

 

“Why can’t I?”

 

“Because we’re...relatives? I don’t want her to feel sad.”

 

I can’t stop myself to kiss his red kissable lips once again. Even though he hates her so much, he still doesn’t want Tiffany to feel hurt. At the end, this angel in my arms just makes me fall in love with him more.

 

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