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Title: The Biggest Test
Pairing: YunJae (Yunho/Jaejoong)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, adult content, angst, mpreg
Genre: AU, high school fic, romance, humour
Disclaimer: I own the words but not the boys. Sadly.
Summary: In his final year of high school, Jaejoong finds out he’s pregnant.

Author's Note: I'm going to work on a better summary, promise! Thank you for giving this a shot :)


Oh, I should also say I hail from Britishland so football is most people’s soccer (n_n) 

I don't know what I'm doing omgggggg. 

~

“Shit.”

Jaejoong stared at the little white device in his hand, willing the tiny black symbol to change. When it didn’t he shook it violently and glared at it hard.

“Shit shit shit shit shit. I’m going to fucking murder him!”

“Jaejoong...? Are you alright in there?”

Shit,” Jae hissed again and ran a hair through his hair. “Uh, yeah! I’m fine, Mum.”

“... alright then. Breakfast is on the table when you come out.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled, distracted.

Jaejoong glanced up, catching sight of himself in the mirror. His hair was dishevelled, his skin pasty and there was a residual smudge of black eye liner under each eye. Jaejoong had never been a morning person but today was a hundred times worse than even the greyest of mornings. A weak sun filtered through the bathroom blinds which made his skin look lacklustre and his eyes dull.

Slowly, he turned to face side on to the mirror above the sink. Only half his body was on display but it was enough. He brought up one hand and rested it over his belly, watching carefully as if something would erupt from within.

Nothing happened; there wasn’t even a slight swelling. Angry with the whole situation, Jaejoong prodded his stomach... and immediately regretted it. He winced as a sharp pain shot through his abdomen and then something else followed; the familiar swirl of guilt.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as his hand began motioning in circles again.

Entranced for several seconds, he stared at his own reflection, his hand moving slowly round and round. Then a sudden banging jerked him into full consciousness and he swore. “Fuck, don’t apologise to it.”

“I’m not an ‘it’!” An indignant squawk sounded from outside bathroom.

“Sooyoung, wait a minute will you?” Jaejoong scanned the bathroom hurriedly, not wanting his older sister to find out what he’d been doing in there. He snatched his shirt from the floor and yanked it over his head, doing up his tie loosely over the collar.

“Can’t you take your beauty routine upstairs?”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Jaejoong shouted at the locked door as he gathered his things into his wash-bag, scooping away the evidence.

His family was large, female and nosy and Jaejoong had learnt from a very early age that it was best to keep the important things to himself. No confiding in one sister, only to find out another had overheard and spread the whole damn story like wild fire.

Sucking in a breath, he pulled open the door and tried to barge his way past Sooyoung.

“Jesus, Jae,” Sooyoung said loudly as he exited. She grabbed his cheeks with both hands and forced him to look up at her. “You look like shit.”

“And you look like a toilet,” Jaejoong said, irritated.

“No, I’m serious,” Sooyoung turned to call over her shoulder. “Ahyoung, come here.”

“What?” Another of Jae’s older sisters approached them, a toothbrush sticking out the corner of her mouth.

“Doesn’t Jae look like shit?”

“Okay, okay,” Jaejoong scowled. “The whole world doesn’t need to know.”

Ahyoung regarded him, pulling the toothbrush from her mouth with a slurp. “Are you ill?” she asked, frowning over at him.

Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “No, I’m not ill. I’m just tired. It’s 6:30 in the morning and I haven’t had breakfast yet.”

“Maybe you’ve got a temperature,” Sooyoung suggested, reaching up to feel his forehead.

“Get off me,” Jaejoong tried to wiggle away from her but just as he did Minkyeong moved past them on her way to the kitchen.

“Ouch Jae, rough night? You look awful.”

“Can we stop broadcasting my unattractiveness? I need some food.”

“I’m going to tell Mum, maybe you should go to the Doctors,” Ahyoung said, the most sympathetic of the three interrogators.

“No, he’s fine,” Sooyoung smirked, “I heard him come in late last night.”

“It was just the movies,” Jae said.

Minkyeong scoffed. “Serves you right then. Even a hangover is enough to mar your pretty face, Jae.”

“I’m not hungover.”

“I’m still telling Mum,” said Ahyoung.

Jaejoong glared at them. “Move or I’ll deck you all.”

Sooyoung rolled her eyes while Minkyeong folded her arms with a smirk. “I wouldn’t take any chances if I were you,” she warned.

Jaejoong ignored her and finally managed to shove his way past them and into the kitchen. To his relief it was empty except for his youngest sister, Yoojung. She was only twelve, very smart and very quiet, and she was Jae’s favourite.

“Morning, Yoojung,” Jaejoong slumped into a chair beside her and flopped onto the table. The wooden surface was worn and covered in old splatters of paints and glitters that had remained there since childhood. They’d all grown up in this house, the whole bunch of them. Jaejoong was the only boy amongst ten girls. Jinhee, Seonhee and Mikyeon had all left home in pursuit of careers and husbands leaving their parents to house seven of them. It was a large house, and they weren’t struggling to put dinner on the table, but things had to be kept organised, with maximum economical efficiency.

“What’s wrong, Jae-Jae?” Yoojung asked.

Jaejoong felt a soft hand brush his hair gently and he smiled into the wooden surface.

“Nothing, I’m just tired.” He didn’t want to think about anything.

“Okay,” she said. “Want some cereal?”

Jaejoong nodded and listened while Yoojung poured him a bowl of cereal and slid it across the table until Jae felt it knock softly against the side of his head.

It took massive effort to pull himself upright, every limb protesting. That fucker, he thought. He wondered if he’d feel this tired for the next few months to come. Unless...

“Aren’t you hungry?” Yoojung asked, looking worriedly at Jaejoong.

He shook his head, trying not to frown. “I am. Thanks, Yoojung.”

Just as he shoved the first spoonful into his mouth Ahyoung came in, tugging their mother behind her while several more of her brood traipsed in afterwards and deposited themselves around the table.

“Jaejoong, honey, Ahyoung says you’re sick.”

Jaejoong cast an annoyed look at his older sibling and then looked down into his cereal, hoping to find some solace there.

“Let me check your temperature,” Mrs Kim clucked, bustling round the table and reaching for Jaejoong forehead.

“Mum! I’m fine,” he insisted as he spun on his chair and glared at her.

“Oh, honey. You look awful!”

“Yeah, Jae. You never look this bad,” Yooseon said from across the table, looking sympathetic.

Jae didn’t say anything.

“Will you let me take you to the Dotors?” Mrs Kim asked.

“No.”

She reached for him again but Jae batted her hand out the way. She looked disapproving but relented for the moment.

Jaejoong sighed heavily, turning away and doing what had never worked but he’d always tried; ignore them all.

“I’m going to call Doctor Park.”

“Don’t, Mum,” Jae protested weakly, but he could already hear his Mum heading down the hall in search of a working phone.

“Bitch,” Jaejoong mumbled and threw a spare spoon at Ahyoung. It missed and hit his unsuspecting sister, Sookjin instead, who yelped in pain and ran for the bathroom, words of Jonghyun not wanting to see her with a bloody nose tumbling from her mouth.

Ahyoung at least had the decency to look abashed and she ducked from the room before Jaejoong could further abuse her.

The room was filled with empty silence for several minutes, bar the angry crunch of cereal as Jaejoong tried to blot out everything that had happened that morning. He wasn’t sure anything could improve his day... his life it seemed. What on earth was supposed to happen now? He needed to talk to—

“I think you’re the prettiest of them all,” Soojung spoke up quietly.

Jaejoong put down his spoon to grin at her, eying her conspiratorially. “What do you say we head to school early? Just the two prettiest?”

Soojung nodded her head enthusiastically and grabbed her book-bag from the table.

 ~~~~ 

“Yo!”

Jaejoong winced as a heavy arm was looped around his neck.

“Morning Yoochun,” Jae said flatly. There was only one person he needed to see today and it wasn’t Yoochun. He was going to have serious words with...

Yoochun pinched his arm and Jae yelped. “Don’t look too happy,” his friend said drolly and squeezed Jae affectionately.

Jaejoong wasn’t in the mood for affection, however, and he shrugged out from beneath his friends embrace, striding purposefully towards the school building. After he’d dropped Soojung off at her own school he’d made his way slowly to his own, mulling things over in his head and trying not to scream. He’d been hoping to shave a few minutes from his day but having set off so early he’d managed to arrive ten minutes before classes started, a first and most likely a last.

Yoochun had met up with him not a minute later and together they were trudging through the entrance gates while a throng of high school students milled around them. He felt miserable, his discovery this morning never far from the surface of his mind, but he couldn’t confide in anyone but him just yet.

“What’s wrong?” Yoochun asked. Jaejoong’s stony silence had clearly set off warning alarms in his friend’s head. Jaejoong had notoriously foul moods when he felt like it but Yoochun had never been deterred. Jaejoong supposed he should count himself lucky he even had such a friend, but this morning he gave himself extra allowance for sullenness and decided to layer on the ice.

“Fine, don’t tell me,” Yoochun stuck his hands in his pockets and continued to walk beside Jaejoong. “Just don’t come whining to me because you forgot your lunch again.”

“Shit!” Jaejoong groaned. Micky knew him too well, unfortunately. He could picture his lunch box now, resting on the side of the kitchen counter. Perhaps one of his sisters would bring it in for him... but after his behaviour this morning, he highly doubted it.

“Don’t worry, I forgive you,” Yoochin grinned and elbowed his way into the building, knocking into a few younger students on the way.

“I don’t deserve you,” Jaejoong gritted sardonically and focused on moving forwards.

“Nope,” Yoochun waved to a couple of fellow football players and then turned back to Jae. “By the way, Dad said your mum gave him a call this morning.”

Jaejoong continued to glare ahead. “What happened to Doctor-patient confidentiality?”

Yoochun shrugged. “I thought that was just a phrase.”

“Guess your Dad does, too,” Jae muttered.

“Well, whatever. He said your mum said you weren’t feeling well.”

“Wasn’t I?”

“So you’re okay then?”

Jaejoong huffed. “I’m fine.”

He could feel Micky peering at him but he ignored his friend. “Come on, it’s Monday. Monday’s are internationally recognised moping days.”

Yoochun snorted with laughter. “You look kind of gross. I didn’t even think we were out late last night.”

“Will everyone shut the fuck up about what I look like?!” Jaejoong whirled round to glare up at his friend. Yoochun had no tact and normally, this didn’t bother Jae. But this morning he felt he had the right to react sensitively.

“Sorry,” Yoochun mumbled. “Did you stay out later then?”

“What?” Jae frowned, distracted by his own thoughts and not following Micky’s.

“I was wondering why you look so...” Yoochun waved an arm vaguely as though trying to convey the grossness of Jaejoong’s appearance without actually saying it. “I mean, we only went to the movies.”

“No, I just went home,” Jaejoong lied. He’d gone to the drug store after leaving Micky at the train station. Then spent the entire night worrying so much about taking the damn test, he hadn’t done it until morning.

“I see.”

Jaejoong sighed, wondering why it was such a crime for him to look rough for just one day of the year.

“You should sleep more,” Yoochun nodded sagely and then tugged Jaejoong off to the left and down a slightly less crowded corridor. “Am I going to have to direct you to all your classes today, or can you manage it alone?”

Jaejoong rolled his eyes but managed a small smile. “I’m just really tired.”

Thirty seconds later they were standing in front of their lockers while Yoochun tried to chat up the much younger Luna.

“I like your pony tails,” Yoochun said softly, leaning over the small girl and smiling.

Jaejoong snorted to himself and tried not to listen to his friend make a fool of himself in front of a fifteen year old. Yoochun’s pursuits had long since become a joke and Jaejoong had long since learnt to let him get on with it. Saving what little grace Micky had remaining was not up to Jaejoong anymore.

“Hey, Jae.”

Jaejoong looked up and saw Changmin leaning against the locker next to his. The younger boy was much taller than Jae, had short dark hair and eyes and a slightly wonky smile. He was very handsome and one of Jae’s oldest and closest friends.

“Morning.”

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” Jae said shortly. He hadn’t even tried to be in a mood with Changmin, the younger man was just sensitive, apparently.

“You look like you slept in a tree,” Changmin noted, grinning.

“Don’t even go there.”

“Come on, Jae, even your pretty face needs to lose some of it’s charm. Gives the rest of us a chance, you see.”

“You sound like my sisters,” Jae scowled, shouldering his bag and making to turn away. He had biology first thing so he headed towards the East wing, shoulder hunched broodingly.

“Bye Jae-Jae!” Yoochun sang after him. Jaejoong ignored him and spent the rest of the morning thinking of only one person while trying to pretend everyone else around him didn’t exist.

~~~~

The school canteen was already packed by the time Jaejoong made it from English class. The whole school was crammed into the hall, spilling out into the corridors surrounding it while they clutched bowls of ramen and soup. The chatter was incessant and louder than usual, a buzz filled the canteen obnoxiously which made Jaejoong want to run away and eat alone in the dance studio.

Instead, he gritted his teeth, bunching his fists together as he strode forward in search of...

“Yunho! Over here!”

Junsu, a friendly boy in their year, was waving his arms around emphatically, leaping from one foot to the other. Swiftly, Jae wormed his way towards him, taking care to avoid getting drinks spilled on him.

When he reached the boy, Jaejoong narrowed his eyes and followed Junsu’s line of vision until he spotted Jung Yunho. He was gripping a football loosely in both hands, holding it above his foot ready to drop it and kick.

Yunho and Junsu were on the school football team along with Yoochun. Jaejoong and Changmin weren’t, preferring to remain safely inside the dance studios. Although, he knew that Yunho wasn’t a bad dancer... not at all.

Just as Yunho dropped the ball, their eyes met across the space between them. As usual when Yunho spotted Jaejoong, a mixture of exultance and uncomfortable awkwardness crossed his face. It wasn’t out of attraction, Jae knew. Oh, Jae fucking knew and now he was more pissed off than he’d ever been in his life.

He started forward but the next moment he found himself flat on his back with a hot pain on the side of his face.

“What the fuck?!” He cried, sitting up and glaring across the canteen. Yunho was hurrying towards him, looking guilty and he glanced up to see Junsu staring down at him. He looked as though he might want to laugh but Jaejoong fixed him with such an ice cold glare that the blonde blanched and quickly made his way towards a group of cheerleaders.

“Oh shit, Jae, I’m sorry,” Yunho was saying as he reached him. “Are you okay?”

Yunho bent, trying to pick Jae off the ground but Jae shook him off, glowering up at him and standing without aid.

“You look rough.” So Yunho had noticed, too. “Ooh, your face is all red.” Yunho lifted his hand as though to touch Jae’s face.

“I’m fucking fine,” Jae said loudly and smacked Yunho’s hand away, causing a couple of freshmen students to bolt in alarm.

“Okay, okay,” Yunho raised his hands in submission. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, you fucking moron. Just follow me.”

Yunho threw an anxious look over his shoulder as Jae turned away.

“You can leave your posy for five minutes,” Jaejoong wrinkled his nose in distaste. He had never much liked hanging out with Jung Yunho unless he was alone. Alone, Yunho could be sweet and caring and even shy. But high school public persona called for arrogant but irresistible star football player. Jaejoong knew he wasn’t quite being fair, there was a reason Yunho wasn’t just popular for the sake of being popular – he was a genuinely decent person.

Together they strode from the canteen, Yunho following Jae, completely unaware of the bomb Jaejoong was about to drop on him. Jaejoong might have felt bad for the boy if he wasn’t the one reaping the full repercussions of their actions.

When they reached the far North wing of the school, Jaejoong directed them into an empty classroom, waiting for Yunho to follow before shutting and locking the door securely.

He didn’t turn around; instead he leant forward, bracing both hands on a desk and exhaling. The weight of this was beginning to sink in and it left Jae breathless.

“So, are you going to tell me why you dragged me here in a jealous fit?”

Jae did turn then. “Uh... what?”

“You know, me and Junsu... playing in the canteen,” Yunho smiled.

Jaejoong realised what Yunho was talking about. “Ugh, no that’s not what this is about. You need to listen—”

Yunho had moved closer until he was standing right in front of Jae, hands reaching for his waist.

“What are you doing?” Jaejoong questioned, eyeing Yunho carefully.

“Come on, you drag me in here to tell me we aren’t going to fuck,” Yunho looked at Jaejoong, self assured and confident. Fucking gorgeous, in fact, but Jae wasn’t having any of it.

“You know, no persona needed in here. Can you just put that away for... never please?”

“Um... sorry.”

Jaejoong felt mildly guilty, Yunho wasn’t a dick, not really. Not even for the SM High masses.

“So, are we gonna?”

“Going to what?”

“Have sex.”

“You’re unbelievable!”

“What?” Yunho looked surprised. “I thought you liked me—it .”

“For fucks sake. Stop thinking about sex. This has nothing to do with sex. Well, actually it does a little bit.”

Yunho grinned.

“But not like that!” Jaejoong was growing more and more exasperated; he was working himself up and Yunho was doing nothing to calm him.

“So, like what?” Yunho asked, looking entirely too blissfully ignorant for the conversation they were about to have. Jaejoong winced.

But it wasn’t his fault. Not his fault at all, it was Yunho’s.

Jaejoong pursed his lips, preparing himself.

“Come on, Jae, just tell me so we can...?” he gestured with his hands and Jaejoong wrinkled his nose.

“You see... the thing is... it’s like this.. I want you to... I’m—“

Yunho sidled closer again. “Jaejoong, I know you want me.”

Jaejoong exploded. “Yunho you fucking dick! Will you listen to me!”

Yunho took a step back.

“I’M PREGNANT.”


A/N: So, my very first attempt at mpreg! I've always enjoyed reading it, but I've never written it. I reaaaaally want to finish this but I’m awful at long!fics. Support would be more than welcome, it’d be nice to know what you’re all thinking :)))) eeee, nervous u guyzzz. Thank you so much for reading!  

P.S it's unbeta'd thus far so I'm sorry for any major errors! Just focus on Jaejoong's pretty face instead... 

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