of love, post-its, and soup
So, this is in dedication to my BT, dreaming_colwho had a rough night last night. I hope you're feeling well rested and better m'dear~
And the fact that I've been pressed to write a fluffy JaeMin for a while. So kill two birds with one stone, right?
It's fairly unedited and I feel, very rushed, but...*shrugs* I'm not going to spend too much time on it. It's supposed to be mindless-fluff anyway.
Title: of love, post-its, and soup
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin; JaeMin
Warnings: excessive amounts of fluff and OOCness, which I explain away by the fact that Changmin is sick in this fic
Tumblr-post w/ gifs here~~
Sunlight filters in through the cracks in the blinds, waking me up from an oddly restful slumber.
I thought I closed those blinds last night. Are the first thoughts on my mind.
What is this on my forehead? Is the second.
Smiling briefly to myself, I take the post-it and turn towards my nightstand, intent on putting it in my journal hyung JOURNAL! Only girls write in a diary I don’t tell him that I’ve kept all his notes to me, no matter how short they were…although I have a feeling he already knows. Instead, I become sidetracked when I find a cup of water, some cooling soup (I sniff the air briefly) is that Sam Gae Tang?, and two little pills. Another purple post-it stuck to the glass cup.
I stare incredulously at the note.
Trying to boss me around, through a note!?!
Debating between feeling put out or amused, I decide on the latter of the emotions, too tired to argue with air, and pop the two pills into my mouth, washing it down with half of the water (gotta save the other half to wash down that delicious smelling soup).
“HYUNG!!! BUT MY SCHEDULE!!!”
So much for not arguing with air.
What’s the point in arguing with that?
I quickly turn to the bowl, noticing that Jaejoong conveniently slipped a small tray between my night stand and bed.
Having the aromas from the bowl right in front of me now, I notice that, while I’m still a little fatigued, my appetite has thankfully come back. It takes less time than it should for me to finish the delicious soup and I remind myself to thank Jaejoong for making it for me the next time I see him.
Heading to the restroom to go to the bathroom and wash up a little, I notice another post-it stuck to the mirror over the sink, this time, a shocking neon green.
~*~*~*~
♫♪~‘cause you’re beautiful, just the way you are~♪♫
Hello?
Minnie!!!! Are you feeling better??
Hyung? Where are you?
I’m home right now actually. Decided to do some work from here instead of the office. But I’ll be stopping by your place later today after I finish up a few things. But how are you? No fever today, right?
No. Still a little tired, but my appetite’s back.
Oh good! Did you enjoy my soup? I hope it was still warm when you got up.
I’m surprised you were able to get the timing right. It was perfect.
Hey! I’m not that incompetent.
Your words, not mine.
Ya~! You inconsiderate brat.
*cough cough* Don’t yell at your sick patient.
Sick patient my ass. I can tell when you’re faking it, don’t even try with me.
Yes Umma-Jae.
Don’t patronize me either.
Yes Ma’am!
YAAAAH!!!
Hey, hyung! Will you come over and make me jjigae tonight?
…Well, I have to eat tonight too, suppose it’s not too much trouble to triple the serving.
I’m not that recovered yet.
So I guess dessert’s out of the question then too?
What kind of desserts?
Stop it, I can see you leering through the phone. You’re not Yoochun.
Baby I can be anyone you want, if you like it like that.
Oh god, shut UP Changmin. You’re horrible. I think you need to take your meds. You’re obviously delirious.
Deliriously in love with you~
Okay, who are you and what have you done with my Minnie?
…maybe I am still sick…
Go back to sleep.
Yes hyung.
And take your medicine.
Yes hyung.
…
…
And I love you.
…I love you too…