[Fic] as luck would have it 8/? (wip)
Title: as luck would have it 8/?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin AU; JaeMin (other pairings: YunYoon, YooSu)
Length: Chaptered/ WIP
Rating: PG-13ish? I don't know how to rate. We'll say there's a little bit of language and suggestive content (but seriously, very very innocent)
A/N: Okay, was hopping to get this done last week but my muse was not in a happy place so the fluff took longer to appear. Still think it's fail fluff overall but what can you do. u_u And I think I made Jaejoong into such an embarrassment in this chapter oh dear lord. I'm sorry Joongie~~~
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I need your kiss kiss Dool mahn eh kiss kiss Oh, baby, baby oh looovuuuu~~
You sing song, as you slide across the living room, makeshift mic in hand, sweeping the covered ground. A twirl and a few shakes before you turn around and make your way across the floor again.
It’s your monthly cleaning spree, a day where you kick Yoochun out of the apartment, blast your music, and attack the dust bunnies nesting in your house.
You move over to the entertainment system, propping up your broom on the wall and whipping out your duster from your makeshift tool belt -- a pink frilly Hello Kitty apron, folded in half, which Yoochun got for you as a prank white elephant gift. You pretended to hate it, but you and he both knew that it was one of the best presents you got that year.
The handkerchief you have keeping your bangs out of your eyes, you move down over your face, covering your nose and mouth from the dust. Not the best dust mask, but it serves its purpose.
Giving a resolute nod, you begin attacking the stacks of DVDs and video games, working your way across.
Yoochun had once offered to help…which ended in decided disaster. His allergies are worse than yours and he was left a sneezing, tearful fit in the corner. You made the executive decision to take on the task. Yoochun made a half-hearted effort to protest - but Jae~.
You give him credit for at least pretending to try to sound hurt, but you brush it away as nonchalantly as the wiping away of dust from the shelves. At least you’d finish in faster time, not sniffle-less, but at least with less effect on your system. You don’t tell Yoochun that it’s a pretty relaxing way for you to unwind and just let loose, while doing something productive. You like the small amount of guilt that you leave him with because that usually means at the end of your designated cleaning day he shows up with cake. Before you pushed him out into the waiting arms of Junsu this morning, Yoochun made sure to let you know that today’s cake would be the strawberry shortcake from your favorite bakery.
I threw a wish in the well,
Don’t ask me, I’ll never tell
I looked to you as it fell,
And now you’re in my way
You let out a little squeal as your new favorite song comes on. Yoochun had forbidden you from playing this song and tells you every time you start humming it that he regretted the day he played it for you. You don’t argue, usually giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before going back to your cooking. Yoochun can’t complain too much since you keep him fed.
Snagging your mic from its resting place, you spin away from the entertainment stand to the center of the living room. You had moved the coffee table out of the way to vacuum the rug and sweep the floor underneath earlier, perfectly setting your stage to break out into the chorus.
Hey, I just met you
And this is craaaaazy
But here’s my numba
So call me maybeeeeee
It’s hard to look right,
Atchu baaaaayyyyybeeeeee
But here’s my numba
So call me maybeeeeeee
Dancing around the room, you finish up the last few nooks and crannies, making sure to hop and shake at the appropriate moments as you put away and rearrange the furniture.
Before you came into my laif
I misedu so bad
Misedu you so bad
I misedu so, so bad
Before you came into my laif
I misedu so bad
And you should know that
You finish the song off with a flourish, doing one last twirl before finishing with a fingered telephone up to your ear.
So call me, maybe?
“I did try calling you, actually. But someone didn’t pick up…I can see why.”
You turn slowly, as if the slower you turn the more time he had to disappear. Unfortunately, you're still met with an amused Changmin observing you from the hallway.
He takes advantage of your shocked expression to hold up the plastic bag-wrapped box in his hands.
“Yoochun gave me his key and told me to come over with this box. He didn’t exactly give me details…just said I should come enjoy the evening with you…I think you started without me though.”
He smiles, right eye crescents into an almost wink, and you kind of want to melt, kind of want to die, from utter embarrassment or utter adoration, you’re not sure.
Noticing the handkerchief still around your mouth, you quickly tug it to hang around your neck. It had been a week since your BFFL sleepover and subsequent drunken text message to Changmin. When you saw him in class, he merely brushed it off and told you simply that if you decided to text him at 3 AM in the morning again, it had better be for a damn good reason unless you want to die. He had smiled sweetly before turning to the professor for the start of lecture.
You were relieved that he wasn’t bothered by the fact that you had practically claimed him as yours, but then it also hurt to know that he wasn’t even bothered by the fact that you had practically claimed him as yours - as though you didn’t affect him as much as he affects you. After that less than subtle threat though, no more was mentioned of the late night texts.
Scurring over to Changmin, who's still looking at you very amusedly, you grab the cake box before plopping him into a chair at the kitchen table.
"Lucky for you I just finished cleaning and you're just in time for dinner."
Changmin visibly perks up at the mention of food and you know you chose the right topic to distract him momentarily from that embarassing display earlier.
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“You have a…nice voice, hyung.”
Rummaging around for ingredients in the fridge to whip up a simple meal, you glance up from you slightly bent position, looking over to Changmin, who’s seated himself at the kitchen table the cake box in front of him, lightly picking at the ears of the plastic bag.
He’s not looking directly at you but you smile none the less, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.
“Thank you Minnie.”
An answering blush appears on his cheeks and your stomach flip-flops in giddiness.
“Do you want to…maybe…noraebang?”
You cock your head in question, processing the stumbled request. Changmin is still not looking at you, the ears of the bags becoming worn and stretched under his nervous fingering.
“Are you asking me out?”
Changmin finally looks up, cautiously gauging the expression on your face, which is more incredulous than anything. Combine that with the Hello Kitty apron still around your waist, and hair pinned up and away from your face, the first thing you do in your preparations to cook, you must look quite ridiculous because the next thing you know, instead of answering, Changmin’s bursting into giggles.
“I’m…*wheeze* really sorry Jae-hyung *snort*…but you look…ahahaha….hilarious.”
You blink in surprise at his sudden outburst of laughter, shocked because you’re pretty sure this is the first time you’ve seen him in an outright giggle fest. You’re immediately shaken out of your stupor by a pair of claps - clearly Changmin’s more amused by your appearance than you would have thought.
Turning around, you reach around to untie your apron, setting it to the side on the counter, before moving towards your bedroom. Halfway through this process, there was an abrupt halt to the laughing, only denoted by a sudden intake of breath.
“Wait hyung! I’m sorry did I upset you somehow I take it back please where are you going?”
Chuckling at the run on sentence that came spewing out of his mouth, you turn around and give him an almost pitying smile.
“You’re simply way too easy to manipulate. I’m off to change. There's no food here so we're going to dinner and then you’re taking me out to a noraebang!”
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