A Getaway

because this is how the future for Joongbo should be...

and to the sole sis who asked for an Island Getaway fic--I know this is not the story you had in mind, but you know I don't/cannot do pervy stuff, so you'll just have to be satisfied with this..

wa na koy utang ha, i already did three fanfics for you!!! THREE FANFICS INCLUDING A JUNGMIN FIC!!!!

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They say there is no place like home, but when that place you call home becomes a raucous circus, it is only right that you seek solace somewhere else, somewhere safe, somewhere reposeful, somewhere free from judgment and harsh comments, somewhere where you can let your mind roam until the farthest regions of the earth.

But there are also times, when you just want to be faraway from the usual. A getaway is what you call it.

You draw in a deep breath as you squinted your eyes surveying the beach front—pristine blue waters, white sugar-like sands, fresh salty breeze, tall coconut trees dancing to the wind's hypnotizing rhythm.

This is how your afternoons are meant to be—falling asleep under a coconut tree in a Nipa and Bamboo cabana, surrounded by clean white linens and soft fluffy pillows.

It's not your first time here. In fact this has become your escape route when you just want to get away from it all. You fell in love in and with this place. It's not that the locals do not know who you are, after all you've become a big Hallyu star when you graduated from your Idol image. It's just that they respect your privacy. Teenage girls still talk in whispers when you pass them by, but they do not go as far as taking your pictures, screaming and begging for signatures like their life depended on it. The elders are nice, and you admired how simple their lives are.

You wipe the sweat trickling on your forehead as you sat to face the wide sea. There's not a cloud in sight and it promises to be a beautiful afternoon. You look around appreciating the fact that the island has not changed much—there was still the watch tower from the Spanish era that you visited when you first came here, the floating house you stayed in for a few days on your second visit which was owned by another foreigner who fell in love and re-married in the island, and the seaside grill where you frequently ate chicken and hanging rice on your third visit.

You looked around and fixed your gaze at the woman whose back was facing you.

She was seated on a stool at the resort's bar animatedly talking to the bartender. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail with some soft curly tendrils falling on her bare shoulders. Her long pale yellow maxi dress hugged her slim figure as she sat, and from where you are, you could tell just how tiny her waist was. The dress exposed her back where her name and a lotus flower were stamped.

She belonged to nobody but herself, the tattoo screamed.

She climbed down the tall stool and thanked the bartender who seemed to have been captivated by her beauty. He had that school boy grin, and you smirked—the teenage boy seems to be challenging your active jealous hormones. She grabbed the tall glass of Mango shake from the counter and turned around. The edges of her dress swayed as the Goddess turned. She had that air of elegance but the kindness and gentleness of her smile made her look like a humble queen. Her hips swayed to a sexy rhythm as she walked. The locals stared and the fisher men's jaws dropped as she walked, smiled and greeted everyone she met.

“Maayong Hapon (Good Afternoon)!”, she greeted the women untangling fishnets by the shore as she passed them by, and they smiled adoringly at her.

You rubbed your sleepy eyes with the back of your hand. You wonder in silence, 'Is it real? Or am I daydreaming?', as the woman walked towards you. As she drew nearer, you smile in awe. She was amazingly beautiful. There was no trace of make-up on her face nor surgery marks, she was all natural—a Goddess, a Queen in her own right.

“You're finally awake, sleepyhead!”, she said, handing you the tall glass of cold Mango shake.

'Those scumbags must be jealous...', you gloated in silence as she sat down beside you and gave you a peck on the cheek.

“Shillang...”, she purred, resting her head on your shoulder.

“Can we go for a swim? It's a beautiful day, and the weather is warm. Please??”, she said intertwining her fingers with yours.

On all four times you came to this place, you were with her. It was your private getaway. Apart from the enticing beauty of this island, you needed her beside you because she was your solace, source of strength and the only woman you will love as much as you love yourself.

The first time you came here was to escape the busy Idol life, so she took you here.

The second time was to think of your future as a solo artist and the offer Bae Yongjoon made, so you asked her to come with you which without second thoughts she agreed with.

The third time was before you entered the army. You want to spend this lifetime with her, so you asked her to join you on that trip and proposed on the very night you arrived, under the twinkling stars beside the bonfire and locals playing Falling Slowly through their ukulele and banjos.

You looked at the golden band on her finger. This is the fourth time you are here with her. Now, you are tied together through that special knot and bond called, marriage.

You smiled thinking, how blissful it would be to come for the fifth, sixth or hundred thousandth time with her.

“Kim Hyunjoong...”, she purred again, giving the sleeve of your shirt a light tug, “Let's go swimming... I promise, there aren't any sharks today...”

You nodded drinking the very sight of her and her intoxicating beauty.

She clapped her hands and smiled like a happy little girl. She quickly tugged on the hem of her dress and took it off in one motion, revealing a very skimpy two piece white bathing suit with a strapless top.

You used to panic every time she had her swim wear on. You wanted to hide her away from those hungry, lusty male eyes, which was always the source of argument for the both of you. She would normally give in after a heated conversation, and you usually ended up giving her a good massage each time to appease the Goddess in her.

This time it was you who chose this skimpy suit. At first, she hesitated and made a fuzz, but you convinced her anyway.

She gave you a tight-lipped smile and shook her head. “I look like a Ursula in those..”, she argued, refusing to wear the suit.

“No you don't!!!”, you retorted, “My wife looks sexy in anything, especially now..”

“It's humiliating wearing that with such a big belly...”, she continued to argue..

You laughed, “That's exactly my point, Buin. Those men should know your somebody's wife, so they better stop looking!! What's wrong with letting everyone know that you're pregnant anyway??”

She smirked then took the white bathing suit with haste..

With a proud smile on your lips, you watch her head to the shoreline.

'Yes, she's pregnant with my child.. and yes, she's off limits punks!!', you wanted to yell at all those men still checking her out and sighing after seeing her six months very pregnant belly.

You felt your cheeks burning when you recalled Jaejoong's reaction.

“Little Kim Hyunjoong actually works!!”, Jaejoong yelled in the studio when you called to tell him your very good news, you could hear the DBSK boys laughing and chanting their congratulations, except Micky who sulked because Noona was still his ideal woman.

You laughed as you remembered that proud moment.

“YAAHHH!!”, Hwangbo called out, “AREN'T YOU JOINING ME?”

You quickly took off your shirt, and ran towards her, “I'm coming, Buin!!!”