i'm married
i'm married
yoosu
g
romance/fluff
~1707w
a/n: dedicated for purpleinpink, based on her prompt i'm married. yes, i'm unoriginal like that. bby, i hope you like this *0* also for rinmi for being awesome; you guys both are the lights of my life in twitter esp lmao!
while enjoying a cup of coffee, someone sits in front of him and tries to engage him in a conversation.
i'm married
yoochun rubs his hands together in a futile attempt to generate some heat because god knows he is feeling so cold. this winter is undeniably harsh and whipping on him, he thinks. he pulls at the hems of his thin black coat and uncrosses his legs before crossing them again, in the hopes of warming himself up.
not working, he mumbles, a little dejected.
he sighs long and watches in amusement as puffs of air emit from between his lips. he blows harder a couple of times, giggling a little as bigger and bigger gusts of air is expelled from his cavities. he giggles harder when he realizes that passersby are eyeing him in a baffled manner.
of course, who wouldn't?
one lone man, a little scruffy around the edges with stubbly chin, chuckling at himself while blowing air...
yeah, he knows he's an absurd picture of madness to the faceless men and women who walks briskly by him, with what he's doing. the fact that he is sitting at the outer patio of a cafe in the middle of the winter surely isn't helping him, anyway.
one tiny old lady even stops in her tracks to stare at him open-mouthed. always a gentleman right down to the core, he sends a small wave at the lady and winks, and tries to smother his laughter when he sees her blush pink like a teenage girl before bounding away, tugging at the leashes of her three- no, yoochun counts that there are five dogs yapping around her.
he glances at his expensive time-piece, and sighs again.
it's cold. i wonder whether-
his little monologue halts halfway as the chair opposite his is pulled at noisily, scraping at the cement pavement. he winces; the sound is grating on his ears, painful even. he raises his head and opens his mouth to object at this intruder-
nice day. pretty cold. feels good to have a cuppa, right? the voice is smooth but raspy, low but high; and the composer in yoochun balks at the obvious contradiction- and that's just the voice.
he stares in muted shock as a man falls gracefully into the chair, clad in an identical black overcoat to his, but also sporting baby blue earmuffs that looks out of place; except that his hands are empty sans any drinks. the man looks almost his age, give and take a few months, he notes as he skims a quick once-over. a face full of youth and yet contrasted by a haggard pair of eyes, the man smiles at him tiredly; and over the brim of the half-filled cup, his slender naked fingers circle the cup in a tight grip.
yoochun hmmm-s absently, and tries to ignore the chattering man. his eagle eyes spot a silver band casually nestled around one particular finger, and he feels a little disjointed. he tries to ignore the little burn emerging somewhere within the confines of his ribs, right there at the left side of his chest, and reaches for his own cup. one sip of bitter black fluid, and he places the cup down, swiping at the newspaper lying next to the saucer.
try as he might, he cannot block the incessant words that shoot out of the man's mouth- he's a little dizzy with the speed of the speech erupting, but he catches bits and pieces like i'm looking for someone, i made a big mistake just now, and god he is soo going to kill me.
he really wants to tune out because he is here to enjoy his routine morning beverage without meddling people, especially after such a disastrous start of a day-
excuse me. he clears his throat. i really don't want to be rude, but can you please find another seat?
huh? the man shuts up, his mouth hanging open unattractively.
i'm here to have some peace. so please-
but- the face in front of him scrunches almost pitifully.
yoochun curses his weakness to anything cute, and scolds himself inwardly as he finds himself transfixed on the wounded puppy expression the man has.
fine. he huffs, hating himself more and more by the second. just- just don't interrupt my reading.
he pretends he does not see the extreme delight morphing in the face. it is blinding, he thinks. he almost wishes that he has his black shades on, just to repel that sunshine-bright rays.
the man has enough decency to wait across him silently, although he notes that the man is very shifty and jumpy. he wants to laugh as he steals little peeps- the man shifts to the right and to the left every few seconds. he crosses and uncrosses his legs, and his arms too. the tip of the tongue often peeks out nervously, licking the lips every so often. the man radiates nerves and unsettled energy and just deducing that fact makes him want to laugh out loud.
he takes his time anyway, and takes tiny sips of now-cold coffee just to be annoying. something is greatly bothering this man, and yoochun has a feeling he is going to find out soon.
so-
the voice cuts through the silence between the two of them without further ado the moment a waiter materializes next to them to whisk his empty cup away. he cringes. here it comes, yoochun thinks.
the man clasps his hands together in an imploring manner and breathes out- i need your help.
yoochun cocks his head quizzically.
i want to ask something, and i want to know your opinion about it. can i?
go ahead- he nods.
okay. the man inhales deeply once, then twice- hypothetically speaking, if you have a partner that you really, really love, and he's mad at you, what would you do to make it up to him?
depends on what i've done. he winks. hypothetically speaking, of course.
um. the man looks discomfited.
so, what have i done? he leans forward and stares into the sperm-shaped eyes. if i know what is it that i've done, maybe i can explain it better.
um. you- you. uh. the tongue re-emerges, this time unsure and even cuter than before. you kinda. um. you’ve lost your wedding ring. a grimace.
yoochun clucks understandably, and nods decisively. just your luck. i know exactly how bad that is. that's really stupid of me though. to lose my wedding ring. such a clumsy dork, i am. he sees the man fidgeting. so you want to know what i'll do to show him that i'm sorry?
the man nods fast, a little childishly. almost like a child caught in between some bad acts.
if it was me.. he thinks hard, trailing his fingers along his jawlines. if it was me, i'd ransack the house until i find the ring. if it's last seen there, of course. he shoots a pointed look. make sure it's there. wait, where did my partner go when he found out i'd lost it?
um. to his favourite cafe. probably sulking. um. yeah. uh. you guys had a massive fight because of it, and he's just left with some flimsy clothes, and it's really cold, and he's going to get flu if he's out for too long. he's really angry though, since he'd spent a fortune on the rings. and you lost it just like that.
ah. he nods, eyes wide in realization. wedding rings, eh? important thing, that is. well. after i've found it, i'll go to that cafe and sit in front of him. or i'll just stand on the pavements and yell out that i'm sorry. or something like i'm sorry baby, i was wrong! i'll never lose my ring anymore, because i love you! yeah. maybe.
you'd do that, eh? the man listens attentively, fingers drumming on the table. he looks a little relieved then. wow. you're good in this. how do you know so much?
because i'm married too. yoochun expands his chest proudly. and my partner sometimes do stupid stuff like that too.
oh okay. the man stands up suddenly, a little distracted, and extends his hand. thank you for your help. i know what to do now. he smiles wide, one that almost splits his face half as he beams.
good luck. he answers and shakes the outstretched hand firmly. oh, and don't mistreat your partner too much. i'm sure he loves you too, just don't make him angry too often. don't be too feather-brained, okay?
the man merely chuckles. he told me once that my clumsiness is half of my attraction. just- not when i lost important things that he gave, i guess. he shrugs sheepishly. well, it's time to console the lover. again, thank you.
no problem. yoochun nods.
he watches as the man dusts nonexistent dust off his behind and places the baby-blue earmuffs properly and turns to leave. he does not know why but he hollers out anyway- nice earmuffs!- and chuckles when the man merely raises a hand in acknowledgement.
the man strides purposefully to the pavements, right where the lights are changing. it turns red, and people starts to mill at the edges, waiting for green. yoochun can see tints of pink cheeks even from the distance between them, as he waits to see what is going to unfold-
baby! the man shouts loudly. i'm sorry! i've found our wedding rings in the bathroom! it was under my dirty undies! i love you, so please don't be mad anymore! i promise i won't do it again in the future! park yoochun, let's go home! it's cold!
yoochun bursts into peals of laughter, shaking in his seat. guffawing loudly, he stands up and takes a few steps. not enough~ he taunts cutely. he shrugs playfully when the man shoots a fiery look at him.
i said i'm sorry! and that i love you! i'll cook your favourite dishes tonight, okay? and i won't do it again!
yoochun closes the mere distance between them, hooking an arm around around the slim waist. he ignores the catcalls and laughter around them- and?
the man pouts and wilts within his embrace, face positively red now. and i promise i'll do the laundry the moment you tell me to.
yoochun beams wide. atta-boy. kim junsu, you dork, come here for a kiss-
and kiss they did.
the end.
ps: honestly, writing this is fun. kekekeke. comments/crits/grammatical corrections are awesomesauce~~ this genre is so hard for me to write lol. sobs. ilu yoosu sobs please be presh forever ♥
pps: special mentions must always include vanillatwicks and drtrypanophobic because they inspire me sfm idek. heheh. now you dorks, write for me pleaaaazeeeeuuuuuuu sobs lmao
yoosu
g
romance/fluff
~1707w
a/n: dedicated for purpleinpink, based on her prompt i'm married. yes, i'm unoriginal like that. bby, i hope you like this *0* also for rinmi for being awesome; you guys both are the lights of my life in twitter esp lmao!
while enjoying a cup of coffee, someone sits in front of him and tries to engage him in a conversation.
i'm married
yoochun rubs his hands together in a futile attempt to generate some heat because god knows he is feeling so cold. this winter is undeniably harsh and whipping on him, he thinks. he pulls at the hems of his thin black coat and uncrosses his legs before crossing them again, in the hopes of warming himself up.
not working, he mumbles, a little dejected.
he sighs long and watches in amusement as puffs of air emit from between his lips. he blows harder a couple of times, giggling a little as bigger and bigger gusts of air is expelled from his cavities. he giggles harder when he realizes that passersby are eyeing him in a baffled manner.
of course, who wouldn't?
one lone man, a little scruffy around the edges with stubbly chin, chuckling at himself while blowing air...
yeah, he knows he's an absurd picture of madness to the faceless men and women who walks briskly by him, with what he's doing. the fact that he is sitting at the outer patio of a cafe in the middle of the winter surely isn't helping him, anyway.
one tiny old lady even stops in her tracks to stare at him open-mouthed. always a gentleman right down to the core, he sends a small wave at the lady and winks, and tries to smother his laughter when he sees her blush pink like a teenage girl before bounding away, tugging at the leashes of her three- no, yoochun counts that there are five dogs yapping around her.
he glances at his expensive time-piece, and sighs again.
it's cold. i wonder whether-
his little monologue halts halfway as the chair opposite his is pulled at noisily, scraping at the cement pavement. he winces; the sound is grating on his ears, painful even. he raises his head and opens his mouth to object at this intruder-
nice day. pretty cold. feels good to have a cuppa, right? the voice is smooth but raspy, low but high; and the composer in yoochun balks at the obvious contradiction- and that's just the voice.
he stares in muted shock as a man falls gracefully into the chair, clad in an identical black overcoat to his, but also sporting baby blue earmuffs that looks out of place; except that his hands are empty sans any drinks. the man looks almost his age, give and take a few months, he notes as he skims a quick once-over. a face full of youth and yet contrasted by a haggard pair of eyes, the man smiles at him tiredly; and over the brim of the half-filled cup, his slender naked fingers circle the cup in a tight grip.
yoochun hmmm-s absently, and tries to ignore the chattering man. his eagle eyes spot a silver band casually nestled around one particular finger, and he feels a little disjointed. he tries to ignore the little burn emerging somewhere within the confines of his ribs, right there at the left side of his chest, and reaches for his own cup. one sip of bitter black fluid, and he places the cup down, swiping at the newspaper lying next to the saucer.
try as he might, he cannot block the incessant words that shoot out of the man's mouth- he's a little dizzy with the speed of the speech erupting, but he catches bits and pieces like i'm looking for someone, i made a big mistake just now, and god he is soo going to kill me.
he really wants to tune out because he is here to enjoy his routine morning beverage without meddling people, especially after such a disastrous start of a day-
excuse me. he clears his throat. i really don't want to be rude, but can you please find another seat?
huh? the man shuts up, his mouth hanging open unattractively.
i'm here to have some peace. so please-
but- the face in front of him scrunches almost pitifully.
yoochun curses his weakness to anything cute, and scolds himself inwardly as he finds himself transfixed on the wounded puppy expression the man has.
fine. he huffs, hating himself more and more by the second. just- just don't interrupt my reading.
he pretends he does not see the extreme delight morphing in the face. it is blinding, he thinks. he almost wishes that he has his black shades on, just to repel that sunshine-bright rays.
the man has enough decency to wait across him silently, although he notes that the man is very shifty and jumpy. he wants to laugh as he steals little peeps- the man shifts to the right and to the left every few seconds. he crosses and uncrosses his legs, and his arms too. the tip of the tongue often peeks out nervously, licking the lips every so often. the man radiates nerves and unsettled energy and just deducing that fact makes him want to laugh out loud.
he takes his time anyway, and takes tiny sips of now-cold coffee just to be annoying. something is greatly bothering this man, and yoochun has a feeling he is going to find out soon.
so-
the voice cuts through the silence between the two of them without further ado the moment a waiter materializes next to them to whisk his empty cup away. he cringes. here it comes, yoochun thinks.
the man clasps his hands together in an imploring manner and breathes out- i need your help.
yoochun cocks his head quizzically.
i want to ask something, and i want to know your opinion about it. can i?
go ahead- he nods.
okay. the man inhales deeply once, then twice- hypothetically speaking, if you have a partner that you really, really love, and he's mad at you, what would you do to make it up to him?
depends on what i've done. he winks. hypothetically speaking, of course.
um. the man looks discomfited.
so, what have i done? he leans forward and stares into the sperm-shaped eyes. if i know what is it that i've done, maybe i can explain it better.
um. you- you. uh. the tongue re-emerges, this time unsure and even cuter than before. you kinda. um. you’ve lost your wedding ring. a grimace.
yoochun clucks understandably, and nods decisively. just your luck. i know exactly how bad that is. that's really stupid of me though. to lose my wedding ring. such a clumsy dork, i am. he sees the man fidgeting. so you want to know what i'll do to show him that i'm sorry?
the man nods fast, a little childishly. almost like a child caught in between some bad acts.
if it was me.. he thinks hard, trailing his fingers along his jawlines. if it was me, i'd ransack the house until i find the ring. if it's last seen there, of course. he shoots a pointed look. make sure it's there. wait, where did my partner go when he found out i'd lost it?
um. to his favourite cafe. probably sulking. um. yeah. uh. you guys had a massive fight because of it, and he's just left with some flimsy clothes, and it's really cold, and he's going to get flu if he's out for too long. he's really angry though, since he'd spent a fortune on the rings. and you lost it just like that.
ah. he nods, eyes wide in realization. wedding rings, eh? important thing, that is. well. after i've found it, i'll go to that cafe and sit in front of him. or i'll just stand on the pavements and yell out that i'm sorry. or something like i'm sorry baby, i was wrong! i'll never lose my ring anymore, because i love you! yeah. maybe.
you'd do that, eh? the man listens attentively, fingers drumming on the table. he looks a little relieved then. wow. you're good in this. how do you know so much?
because i'm married too. yoochun expands his chest proudly. and my partner sometimes do stupid stuff like that too.
oh okay. the man stands up suddenly, a little distracted, and extends his hand. thank you for your help. i know what to do now. he smiles wide, one that almost splits his face half as he beams.
good luck. he answers and shakes the outstretched hand firmly. oh, and don't mistreat your partner too much. i'm sure he loves you too, just don't make him angry too often. don't be too feather-brained, okay?
the man merely chuckles. he told me once that my clumsiness is half of my attraction. just- not when i lost important things that he gave, i guess. he shrugs sheepishly. well, it's time to console the lover. again, thank you.
no problem. yoochun nods.
he watches as the man dusts nonexistent dust off his behind and places the baby-blue earmuffs properly and turns to leave. he does not know why but he hollers out anyway- nice earmuffs!- and chuckles when the man merely raises a hand in acknowledgement.
the man strides purposefully to the pavements, right where the lights are changing. it turns red, and people starts to mill at the edges, waiting for green. yoochun can see tints of pink cheeks even from the distance between them, as he waits to see what is going to unfold-
baby! the man shouts loudly. i'm sorry! i've found our wedding rings in the bathroom! it was under my dirty undies! i love you, so please don't be mad anymore! i promise i won't do it again in the future! park yoochun, let's go home! it's cold!
yoochun bursts into peals of laughter, shaking in his seat. guffawing loudly, he stands up and takes a few steps. not enough~ he taunts cutely. he shrugs playfully when the man shoots a fiery look at him.
i said i'm sorry! and that i love you! i'll cook your favourite dishes tonight, okay? and i won't do it again!
yoochun closes the mere distance between them, hooking an arm around around the slim waist. he ignores the catcalls and laughter around them- and?
the man pouts and wilts within his embrace, face positively red now. and i promise i'll do the laundry the moment you tell me to.
yoochun beams wide. atta-boy. kim junsu, you dork, come here for a kiss-
and kiss they did.
the end.
ps: honestly, writing this is fun. kekekeke. comments/crits/grammatical corrections are awesomesauce~~ this genre is so hard for me to write lol. sobs. ilu yoosu sobs please be presh forever ♥
pps: special mentions must always include vanillatwicks and drtrypanophobic because they inspire me sfm idek. heheh. now you dorks, write for me pleaaaazeeeeuuuuuuu sobs lmao