[One Shot] Hershey Surprises
My 1st ever written fanfiction ;D
Title : Hershey Surprises
Author : lollyribena
Pairing : Yunjae
Genre : Romance, Fluff, a little Crack
Summary : When Yunho’s back from dance practice, he expects love from Jaejoong. Little does he know the latter has prepared a surprise for him.
Snuggling under the warm duvet, you can hear the jiggle of keys and the lock turned with a click. There seems to be too much of a racket outside the living room for one person to be making. You hear the loud thump of his gym bag making contact with the floor tiles followed by a faint sound of glass breaking. That will be your new China vase you bought this afternoon while shopping for grocery to make kimbab. Give or take, 2 days before the vase meets its destiny, you remember telling yourself.
On your right, Changmin shifts in his bed and groan a little. Something about denying Yoochun that he watches porn. You push away the duvet and slowly tip-toe to his side. There, there and It's all right, I'm here accompanied with ruffling the brown mess manage to keep him snoring again. He looks so peaceful in his sleep, unlike his usual mischievous snarky self when he's awake. You pause to lean down and give a peck on his cheeks but decided against it. Better a sleeping Changmin than an agitated teenager whom will accuse you of adultery.
Muffled footsteps followed by a click broke the silence. You glance at the door as it swings slowly. You see him creeping in the room before turning his back to close the door quietly. One look was all it takes to get you breathless. Even in the dark, a magnificent glow seems to be emitting from him. A trail of cinnamon was wafting on air, begging you to indulge in it. You breathe in, taking in the sweet smelling note.
You stand up and walk over to him as he stares at you longingly. You place yourself beside him and snake your arm behind his waist. He instead grabs your back and pulls you towards him, crashing onto his chest. The both of you groan in unison as you feel the warmness of his chest disseminating through the fabric of his white polo. You let go of his waist and search for his hand. It was warm and slightly rough from the dry weather. You make a mental note to apply lotion later. You pull him to your bed. Or his bed. Either way, it doesn’t matter since you two will end up on the same bed anyway.
He closes his eyes and leans it. You could feel a grin forming on your face as you place a hand on his chest and slightly pushing him away. He opens his soulful eyes and you can see a pained frown written on his face. Wrinkles forming on his smooth forehead. You smile at him. Unable to contain your excitement, it turns into those crooked smiles you so often give away. He stares at you a little more and gives his uneasy smile. Once again, you pull him up and walk him to the entrance of the door.
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He lets go of your hands and reclaims them again after he closes the bedroom door. It was soft and supple. Thanks to those beauty creams his sisters sent him every month. You remembered him being so anxious on one particular morning, rubbing both of his hands with his face all strained up. It was the time of the month again. I wanna wai- stay at home to cook..-cook kimbab for you..- for all of you, he said while stuttering slightly, with shifty eyes. He was never good in lying. The saint, everyone called him. When you reached home that night, there was no Kimbab in sight, but a box filled to the brim with jars of cream made from every nutrient-related substance and a satisfied-looking angel sitting on the floor, capping and uncapping jars, trying out all of them at once. Later, he smelled as if he got lost in a flowershop, with a light tinge of vanilla aftershave.
He pulls you out to the living room. There was a box on the table. Funny you did not notice it when you came in awhile ago. He sits you down on the couch and himself on the carpet right in front of the coffee table. You take the box -slight heavy, you notice- as you passes it to him. You watch him as he carefully peal off the wrapper. Cello by cello delicately, refusing to allow a single tear makes its way on the wrapper. Lifting the shiny silver paper, you peek underneath it. You frowned. Urm, you sure -points at box- about this?, you asked doubtfully. He stops, shoots you a glance before nodding a few times, causing his lovely raven hair to tumble against his bare neck.
You stare outside the window. It is pitch dark with a bare hint of clouds and a cluster of stars to brighten up the sky, though not much of an attempt. A hand taps lightly on your shoulder. A Monopoly box lay neatly on the table with the cover on his lap. God knows how much you would give for a night’s sleep. You groan and proceed to sit down beside him. He smiles at you and gives you the battle ship token, having possessively grasp the dog token in his hands.
That’s Jaejoong for you. And you loves him to bits for his random midnight activities.
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