#jinx voice i do this to put food on ur table and u do this to me.

[katrinawritesthings]

jinki/jonghyun; glucose father; pg

hey i didnt exist for a hot minute but im back now lol

daddy kink jongyu sleepy breakfasts together but also does jonghyun not deserve. being little a gremlin. as a treat.

The lovely, warm, wonderful smell of banana pancakes greets Jonghyun as he shuffles sleepily through the house. He rubs a sweater covered palm into his eye, other hand smothering a yawn. His knees are kind of cold; his sweater dress clings around his thighs and he forgot to pull up his fuzzy thigh-high sockies when he rolled out of bed so they're scrunched unevenly around his ankles. He doesn't stop to fix them himself. Jinki will do it for him. 

In the kitchen, Jinki’s back is to him as he stands over the stove. His hair is tied back into a tiny ponytail and Jonghyun smiles as he pads over the tile floor. He tickles his hands over Jinki’s sides, gently announcing his presence, and ducks down to drop a kiss to the two little moles on the back of his left arm just barely exposed by his short sleeves. 

“Morning, daddy,” he smiles, wrapping his arms fully around Jinki’s waist and rubbing his cheek between his shoulder blades. One of Jinki’s hands covers both of his on his stomach.

“Hello, my lovely darling,” he smiles. Jonghyun can tell he's smiling just from his voice. It's in his cute tone. “Breakfast is almost done, okay?” Jinki says. “Just a minute.”

“Mmhmm,” Jonghyun smiles back. He can wait. He's very good and patient. Most of the time.

He stays attached to Jinki for as long as he can until Jinki gently pushes him away and into his seat at the kitchen table. Then Jonghyun crosses his legs and props his chin in his hand and just watches Jinki, smiling sleepily at him as he bustles around to arrange Jonghyun’s breakfast on a plate for him. 

2 medium sized pancakes glistening with butter, whipped cream eyes and smile, the tiniest dollop of syrup for a nose, and a ring of strawberry slices around the edges to turn it into a dazzling morning sun. And on the side, smiley face eggs and bacon. Jinki hands Jonghyun his orange juice directly instead of putting it on the table and Jonghyun smiles up at him around his first sip. 

And then he smiles down at Jinki as he gets to his knees. Raising his eyebrows in silent surprise, spreading his legs in hopeful suggestion, he puts his cup down and giggles into his hands when Jinki’s hands reach for one of his socks. Oh. That makes sense. He runs his fingers through Jinki’s hair as he fixes his thigh highs for him, bites his lip when Jinki kisses gently at his inner thighs, pouts when Jinki finishes and stands up without doing anything else.

“Eat up, honey,” he smiles, pushing Jonghyun’s hair out of his eyes, pinching the tip of his nose gently. Jonghyun scrunches his nose, then turns to face his breakfast and obey. 

Then, before he can even pick up his fork, Jinki gasps loudly and curses even louder. 

“Wait, don't,” he says, wiggling his hands between Jonghyun and his plate. He grabs it away, snatches Jonghyun’s fork out of his bewildered hand. Jonghyun blinks up at him and Jinki looks back, clutching the breakfast to his chest protectively. They just stare at each other like that for a moment, then Jinki breathes out a shaky, embarrassed laugh and shakes his head. “One second,” he says.

“Okay?” Jonghyun says, too confused to be annoyed. What the fuck. Jinki sits down at the other end of the table with Jonghyun’s breakfast in front of him. He takes his hair out of his little ponytail, letting it fall down around his face, just barely into his eyes. Then he pinches and lightly slaps his cheeks, bringing pink into them. He licks and then bites his lips, and then smiles super big, tilting his head, scrunching his shoulders. He tries a few different smiles, like he's testing out how each one feels, before he appears to settle on one.

Jonghyun knows what he's doing now and he's very amused, chin in his hand again, as he watches. He cannot believe that Jinki is using his breakfast for this, but also, he kind of can. Jinki glances at him over the table; Jonghyun arches one eyebrow back. Jinki rolls his eyes, then takes a big breath, gets his phone camera open, holds it up at the perfect selfie angle, and brings that bubbly practiced smile to his face again.

“Morning daddy,” he chirps at the camera, and Jonghyun has to physically cover his mouth so he doesn't make noise and ruin the video. Jinki said that exactly the same way that Jonghyun said it earlier. Jinki doesn't acknowledge that in favor of waving gently at the camera. “I just finished making myself breakfast,” he says brightly, turning his phone to show the lovely heartfelt masterpiece that he wrenched from Jonghyun’s hands. “It's happy to see you too!” Jinki beams as he wiggles his phone a little bit. Jonghyun sips his orange juice, enjoying the show. It's very impressive, how good of an actor his Jinki is.

Turning his camera back to himself, Jinki continues with a pout, “Wish I had someone here to help me finish it.” He still doesn't glance at Jonghyun, but he does tap his socked foot gently over on top of Jonghyun’s for a second. Jonghyun taps him back, then hooks his foot around the back of Jinki’s calf, dragging it up slowly, smiling very very innocently, until Jinki jerks his leg back to his side of the table. “I can't wait to see you later tonight,” he says. He puckers his lips at the camera in a sweet kiss. “Bye-bye, daddy,” he says, smiling with his most adorable, most powerful eye smile.

Then, almost immediately, he brings his phone back down to the table and shakes his head, shakes himself out of his cutesy persona with a shuddery little noise.

“Here you go, baby,” he says, pushing Jonghyun’s breakfast back over the table to him with one hand. With his other hand, he taps around his phone, no doubt saving and sending the video. Jonghyun smiles lazily at him as he picks up his fork and cuts off his first bite of pancakes.

“How's Grandpa doing?” he asks casually.

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Jinki inhales the sharpest, loudest, deepest breath on the planet. He presses both of his palms together and holds them in front of his mouth like he's praying, eyes closed. Then he opens them and points both of his hands at Jonghyun. 

“I am begging you,” he says, sounding suddenly a hundred years older. “I am begging you with every fiber of my being. To stop calling him Grandpa.” 

 “But he's my grandpa, though,” Jonghyun says. He covers his mouth after he takes his bite of pancakes because he's smiling too big to chew with his mouth closed. He swallows thickly, then says, “You're my daddy, and he's your daddy, so, logically--”

 “No,” Jinki says loudly. His voice carries a delicate note of immense distress that tickles Jonghyun down to his very core. It's like the more upset Jinki gets over this, the more Jonghyun loves it. “There's nothing logical about it, god.”

“There is, though,” Jonghyun says simply. He pops a strawberry slice into his mouth. “That's why you hate it so much.” Because it makes perfect sense. Jinki has no real argument against it.

“I loathe it entirely,” Jinki groans with his face in his hands.

“Well, that's just impossible,” Jonghyun says matter-of-factly. He scoops up some whipped cream on his fork and licks It off daintily. “Because I'm a part of it. And you can't loathe me.” That's, like, illegal. He's too cute for that.

In response to his perfectly flawless logic, Jinki slouches in his chair and sighs dramatically at the ceiling. He keeps it going for a while, too; he must be using one of his singing breath techniques or something, because he exhales for at least a good 30 seconds. Jonghyun eats another bite of his pancakes and starts picking apart a piece of bacon while he waits for a Jinki to finish his theatrics.

He does, eventually. He lets his sigh peter out, then just breathes slowly for a moment, then lifts his head to frown sharply across the table.

“Brat,” he accuses.

“Thank you, daddy,” Jonghyun smiles back, wiggling with pride. He's such a flatterer.