Took an Arrow to the Heart
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluffy
Summary: Changmin comes home to find the password for his door has been changed. He has two options, remember his anniversary or follow the trail of arrows somewhere.
A/N: For the _starcandy challenge. I wanted to write something light and fluffy first because a lot of the ideas I got from these prompts are kind of dark. Like, murder mystery dark.
The jacket suit was draped over his left arms and his briefcase occupied his right. Changmin looked nothing like he remembered his father looking when he came home from work. Of course, he never came home from work this late; his mother would have killed the man. His hair, which Jaejoong had styled so well in the morning, was no longer messily tussled, not in a fashionable way. Long meetings throughout the day and exasperated sighs accompanied with his fingers weaving amongst the locks had ruined that quite nicely. Pressing the elevator button for his floor, Changmin felt like his arms could fall off and his feet would collapse under him.
Really, all he wanted to do was roll into bed and sleep the weekend away. The ride up the elevator was uneventful because the world is honestly dead at one in the morning. He didn’t even notice anything out of the ordinary when the doors opened on his floor and he filed out. His feet stumbled to his apartment, barely keeping the poor man upright. Working the graveyard shift always left him sore and unbelievably clumsy.
Changmin was punching the numbers his door’s lock, practically falling asleep on the wooden frame, when an alarm beeped at him in rejection. With his eyes squinting at the lock, he saw that he had entered in the wrong password. That’s understandable, he thought, I can barely remember my name. Changmin glanced at the room number just to make sure it was right before carefully typing in the password again.
The alarm blared again and Changmin finally shook his tired head awake. That was when he noticed small arrows leading down the door from the keypad. The stream of arrows continued onto the hallway floor and down the corridor, leading somewhere around the corner. Confused was an understatement, and many theories popped up his head.
Was this a prank by one of the neighbor’s kids, or had someone kidnapped Jaejoong and they were taunting him? Changmin wearily set his jacket and briefcase down to investigate, following the arrows’ path.
He rounded the corner rather lethargically, paused only a moment under a broken hanging light. Management was really letting the place go. He followed the path of arrows all the way to a side hallway where he knew the emergency stairs for the east wing were located. All the way to the door the arrows led, all the way up to a small pink sticky note pasted next to the door handle.
New code: Our anniversary.
And that should have been the end of it. He should have marched all the way back to his room and entered in whatever the digits were because he really needed to get some sleep. Except, in his deprived state, he honestly couldn’t even remember the current day’s date, much less his anniversary’s.
Then he happened to glance through the glass window in the door and notice more arrows leading to some other location. Jaejoong was toying with him. Obviously it was a punishment for forgetting their important day, but this torment was too much! What a way to kick a man when he was down. So Changmin did the only thing he could do and pushed the door open and followed the path.
The arrows danced down the stairs, each one as obnoxious as the last. When they started climbing up the walls Changmin knew for certain that this was indeed his lover’s doing. For all their purpose, the arrows didn’t really teach him a lesson. They didn’t have cute little sayings on them, pictures of their dates, stories of flitting memories, nor encouragement. They were just neon orange arrows, a blaring contrast to the dirty white walls of the fire escape.
Changmin was on the sixteenth floor when he finally found a note with the last digit for their anniversary. He had probably followed the arrows across the entire building, save for actually entering rooms, and he honestly wanted to punch someone right now. He lifted the sticky note off a window facing the clear sky. While the moon was very bright or full, Changmin could at least stop for a moment and appreciate its beauty.
Then he noticed the other note under the sticky note he had just pulled off.
You should have been in bed with me by now, now alone staring out this window. Minnie, our anniversary is today. I asked you to come home early, and you promised you would, but you broke your promise. I’m not broken, I’m not angry, but I am so disappointed in you. If you had to remember our anniversary from this, maybe you should just continue wandering the rest of the night because it seems that tonight wasn’t special to you.
Carefully, very meticulously, Changmin placed the sticky notes back where they originally were and retreated to the elevator. He couldn’t possibly make this up to Jaejoong, he had caused him so much pain. At this point, he was so exhausted that he couldn’t even begin to think up a way to make it up to his lover. Changmin only leaned on the wall for a second, but when the elevator doors dinged and opened up for him on his level, he was already fast asleep.
He woke because his back was stiff, somehow he had slid down to floor and slept on his knees. There was another sticky note on his face, blocking his vision, and he could feel the warm press of another body resting on him. Without even looking, he recognized Jaejoong’s sweet scent and knew the other had become worried and went looking for him.
Changmin shifted slightly to gain access to his arm, avoiding too much movement to disturb his sleeping lover. He removed the sticky note, feeling the residue still on his forehead, and grinned.
I was kidding, don’t leave me. Your feast is awaiting!
The tired employee chuckled lightly and turned to the one he loves. Like when they had first fallen in love with each other, it felt like cupid’s arrow had struck him through the heart and filled him with an undying passion for the man beside him.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluffy
Summary: Changmin comes home to find the password for his door has been changed. He has two options, remember his anniversary or follow the trail of arrows somewhere.
A/N: For the _starcandy challenge. I wanted to write something light and fluffy first because a lot of the ideas I got from these prompts are kind of dark. Like, murder mystery dark.
The jacket suit was draped over his left arms and his briefcase occupied his right. Changmin looked nothing like he remembered his father looking when he came home from work. Of course, he never came home from work this late; his mother would have killed the man. His hair, which Jaejoong had styled so well in the morning, was no longer messily tussled, not in a fashionable way. Long meetings throughout the day and exasperated sighs accompanied with his fingers weaving amongst the locks had ruined that quite nicely. Pressing the elevator button for his floor, Changmin felt like his arms could fall off and his feet would collapse under him.
Really, all he wanted to do was roll into bed and sleep the weekend away. The ride up the elevator was uneventful because the world is honestly dead at one in the morning. He didn’t even notice anything out of the ordinary when the doors opened on his floor and he filed out. His feet stumbled to his apartment, barely keeping the poor man upright. Working the graveyard shift always left him sore and unbelievably clumsy.
Changmin was punching the numbers his door’s lock, practically falling asleep on the wooden frame, when an alarm beeped at him in rejection. With his eyes squinting at the lock, he saw that he had entered in the wrong password. That’s understandable, he thought, I can barely remember my name. Changmin glanced at the room number just to make sure it was right before carefully typing in the password again.
The alarm blared again and Changmin finally shook his tired head awake. That was when he noticed small arrows leading down the door from the keypad. The stream of arrows continued onto the hallway floor and down the corridor, leading somewhere around the corner. Confused was an understatement, and many theories popped up his head.
Was this a prank by one of the neighbor’s kids, or had someone kidnapped Jaejoong and they were taunting him? Changmin wearily set his jacket and briefcase down to investigate, following the arrows’ path.
He rounded the corner rather lethargically, paused only a moment under a broken hanging light. Management was really letting the place go. He followed the path of arrows all the way to a side hallway where he knew the emergency stairs for the east wing were located. All the way to the door the arrows led, all the way up to a small pink sticky note pasted next to the door handle.
New code: Our anniversary.
And that should have been the end of it. He should have marched all the way back to his room and entered in whatever the digits were because he really needed to get some sleep. Except, in his deprived state, he honestly couldn’t even remember the current day’s date, much less his anniversary’s.
Then he happened to glance through the glass window in the door and notice more arrows leading to some other location. Jaejoong was toying with him. Obviously it was a punishment for forgetting their important day, but this torment was too much! What a way to kick a man when he was down. So Changmin did the only thing he could do and pushed the door open and followed the path.
The arrows danced down the stairs, each one as obnoxious as the last. When they started climbing up the walls Changmin knew for certain that this was indeed his lover’s doing. For all their purpose, the arrows didn’t really teach him a lesson. They didn’t have cute little sayings on them, pictures of their dates, stories of flitting memories, nor encouragement. They were just neon orange arrows, a blaring contrast to the dirty white walls of the fire escape.
Changmin was on the sixteenth floor when he finally found a note with the last digit for their anniversary. He had probably followed the arrows across the entire building, save for actually entering rooms, and he honestly wanted to punch someone right now. He lifted the sticky note off a window facing the clear sky. While the moon was very bright or full, Changmin could at least stop for a moment and appreciate its beauty.
Then he noticed the other note under the sticky note he had just pulled off.
You should have been in bed with me by now, now alone staring out this window. Minnie, our anniversary is today. I asked you to come home early, and you promised you would, but you broke your promise. I’m not broken, I’m not angry, but I am so disappointed in you. If you had to remember our anniversary from this, maybe you should just continue wandering the rest of the night because it seems that tonight wasn’t special to you.
Carefully, very meticulously, Changmin placed the sticky notes back where they originally were and retreated to the elevator. He couldn’t possibly make this up to Jaejoong, he had caused him so much pain. At this point, he was so exhausted that he couldn’t even begin to think up a way to make it up to his lover. Changmin only leaned on the wall for a second, but when the elevator doors dinged and opened up for him on his level, he was already fast asleep.
He woke because his back was stiff, somehow he had slid down to floor and slept on his knees. There was another sticky note on his face, blocking his vision, and he could feel the warm press of another body resting on him. Without even looking, he recognized Jaejoong’s sweet scent and knew the other had become worried and went looking for him.
Changmin shifted slightly to gain access to his arm, avoiding too much movement to disturb his sleeping lover. He removed the sticky note, feeling the residue still on his forehead, and grinned.
I was kidding, don’t leave me. Your feast is awaiting!
The tired employee chuckled lightly and turned to the one he loves. Like when they had first fallen in love with each other, it felt like cupid’s arrow had struck him through the heart and filled him with an undying passion for the man beside him.