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Cuddles and Cocoa
Chen/Xiumin; PG; ~800w.; Fluff
I didn’t sign up for this.
‘I didn’t sign up for this.’ thinks Jongdae as the ice rushes up to meet his face. He thinks he can hear Minseok’s laughter in the background, but the pain in his ankle keeps him from scolding the elder man. A groan slips past his lips. ‘I really didn’t sign up for this.&rsquo
Jongdae manages to pull his hands in towards his chest, remembering with horror what his mother once told him about a Girl Scout who lost her fingers on the ice, and scoots himself towards the exit. Soon realizing what his boyfriend is doing, Minseok skates his way over, trying not to laugh as he shoots ice shavings onto said man’s back when he comes to a halt
“What’s wrong?” the words are dripping with false sympathy, Jongdae notes as he inches closer to the door promising freedom from this icy Hell. “Are you hurt?” He can hear the frown in Minseok’s voice without looking up. His hand finally lands on the latch of the door. He struggles to pull himself up, nearly falling again had it not been for the strong hands on his back
“Careful.” Jongdae shoots him a glare and continues to twist himself into a standing position, wincing as his left skate makes contact with the ground.
“I can’t stand up.” he mutters, jaw clenched. Worry makes its way onto Minseok’s features instantly. He’d only wanted to push the younger to move faster, never had he intended for him to get injured from his comment. Today was supposed to be their day alone together; to be free from the inquisitive eyes of their friends; to have fun and relax together. Minseok, after making sure Jongdae was secure against the railing, slips through the exit and holds the door open with his back, arms reaching out for the younger’s
“Try to hop to me on your good foot. I’ll carry you out when I can get my skates off.” Jongdae nods, happy to be making it off the ice alive. He does as the elder had said and hops until he’s in his arms. Together they make their way to the nearest bench where Minseok makes quick work of removing his footwear and sliding on his boots, hastily doing the same for his beloved
“Hold these, will you?” He hands the skates to the younger and lifts him from his seat, not waiting for an answer as he carries him to his car. They drive back to their apartment in relative silence, the droning voice of the newscaster on the radio and Jongdae’s quiet grunts of pain the only sounds to be heard
They abandon their blades in the car, knowing they’ll need Jongdae’s hands free to actually get in their home. Minseok stumbles into the elevator and, later, down the hallway.
“Min, you can put me down now we’re home.” Jongdae protests, hands pushing lightly at the elder’s chest. When he’s ignored he bats Minseok’s hands away and slips his own into the pocket he knows his keys are resting. He pulls them out slowly, lips quirking as his fingers graze his hip upon departure. Knowing the other is now thoroughly flustered he wriggles out of his hold and opens the door. By the time Minseok manages to enter the living room Jongdae is already perched on the sofa, ankle propped up on the opposite arm rest.
“Could you get me some ice?” Minseok nods in response, returning to Jongdae’s side within moments. He places the ice pack gingerly on the injured ankle and slips himself in beside him. An arm wraps around his waist instantly and he finally begins to relax again. Seeing the elder’s expression, Jongdae frowns.
“Hey,” he whispers, holding back a grin when he feels him shiver. “This isn’t your fault.”
“I know,” Minseok admits, craning his neck to look at Jongdae’s face. “But I’m still upset you were hurt while I was there.”
“It isn’t your job to protect me, Minseok.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t try.”
Jongdae plants a soft kiss on Minseok’s lips, pulling back with a smile
ldquo;What did I do to deserve you?”
inseok grins sheepishly, clearing his throat when he feels his face heating.
“Why don’t I make some hot chocolate?” Without waiting for a response, he hurries back into the kitchen. He reddens further when Jongdae’s laugh follows him
They spend the rest of the day curled up together, finishing mug after mug of cocoa as they laugh over English movies they can’t really understand, eventually ignoring the films altogether to forget the world in each other
Chen/Xiumin; PG; ~800w.; Fluff
I didn’t sign up for this.
‘I didn’t sign up for this.’ thinks Jongdae as the ice rushes up to meet his face. He thinks he can hear Minseok’s laughter in the background, but the pain in his ankle keeps him from scolding the elder man. A groan slips past his lips. ‘I really didn’t sign up for this.&rsquo
Jongdae manages to pull his hands in towards his chest, remembering with horror what his mother once told him about a Girl Scout who lost her fingers on the ice, and scoots himself towards the exit. Soon realizing what his boyfriend is doing, Minseok skates his way over, trying not to laugh as he shoots ice shavings onto said man’s back when he comes to a halt
“What’s wrong?” the words are dripping with false sympathy, Jongdae notes as he inches closer to the door promising freedom from this icy Hell. “Are you hurt?” He can hear the frown in Minseok’s voice without looking up. His hand finally lands on the latch of the door. He struggles to pull himself up, nearly falling again had it not been for the strong hands on his back
“Careful.” Jongdae shoots him a glare and continues to twist himself into a standing position, wincing as his left skate makes contact with the ground.
“I can’t stand up.” he mutters, jaw clenched. Worry makes its way onto Minseok’s features instantly. He’d only wanted to push the younger to move faster, never had he intended for him to get injured from his comment. Today was supposed to be their day alone together; to be free from the inquisitive eyes of their friends; to have fun and relax together. Minseok, after making sure Jongdae was secure against the railing, slips through the exit and holds the door open with his back, arms reaching out for the younger’s
“Try to hop to me on your good foot. I’ll carry you out when I can get my skates off.” Jongdae nods, happy to be making it off the ice alive. He does as the elder had said and hops until he’s in his arms. Together they make their way to the nearest bench where Minseok makes quick work of removing his footwear and sliding on his boots, hastily doing the same for his beloved
“Hold these, will you?” He hands the skates to the younger and lifts him from his seat, not waiting for an answer as he carries him to his car. They drive back to their apartment in relative silence, the droning voice of the newscaster on the radio and Jongdae’s quiet grunts of pain the only sounds to be heard
They abandon their blades in the car, knowing they’ll need Jongdae’s hands free to actually get in their home. Minseok stumbles into the elevator and, later, down the hallway.
“Min, you can put me down now we’re home.” Jongdae protests, hands pushing lightly at the elder’s chest. When he’s ignored he bats Minseok’s hands away and slips his own into the pocket he knows his keys are resting. He pulls them out slowly, lips quirking as his fingers graze his hip upon departure. Knowing the other is now thoroughly flustered he wriggles out of his hold and opens the door. By the time Minseok manages to enter the living room Jongdae is already perched on the sofa, ankle propped up on the opposite arm rest.
“Could you get me some ice?” Minseok nods in response, returning to Jongdae’s side within moments. He places the ice pack gingerly on the injured ankle and slips himself in beside him. An arm wraps around his waist instantly and he finally begins to relax again. Seeing the elder’s expression, Jongdae frowns.
“Hey,” he whispers, holding back a grin when he feels him shiver. “This isn’t your fault.”
“I know,” Minseok admits, craning his neck to look at Jongdae’s face. “But I’m still upset you were hurt while I was there.”
“It isn’t your job to protect me, Minseok.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t try.”
Jongdae plants a soft kiss on Minseok’s lips, pulling back with a smile
ldquo;What did I do to deserve you?”
inseok grins sheepishly, clearing his throat when he feels his face heating.
“Why don’t I make some hot chocolate?” Without waiting for a response, he hurries back into the kitchen. He reddens further when Jongdae’s laugh follows him
They spend the rest of the day curled up together, finishing mug after mug of cocoa as they laugh over English movies they can’t really understand, eventually ignoring the films altogether to forget the world in each other