Bolt From The Blue
Title: Bolt From The Blue
Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae (Daejae)
Rating: G
Length: 1,300w
Type: One shot
Genre: Romance
Summary: Today is their fifth anniversary, but tonight it's just one of the too many dates Daehyun never attended on time.
Author's note: Birthday gift for Sashy because I love her so much and I hope you like this. (But this is just really rushed out and unbeta'd I'm sorry but 1st Daejae fic and I hope this somehow portrays my internal battle on who really tops in Daejae.)
Youngjae leans back against the kitchen counter top, glances at his wristwatch for what seems to be the hundredth time before proceeding to scowl at the dinner set on the table. The lights are dimmed down, the candles has been lit up, he's put on his tux and he's never been more ready but the food is getting cold and it's now nine thirty-seven, he's been waiting for an hour and a half.
Daehyun is late again.
Dinner dates with Daehyun are almost far and few in between, with what his work causing him to have irregular daily schedules, almost never having time to spend with Youngjae when he gets home during weekend nights because it'd be already half past twelve and the other would already be fast asleep. Youngjae's always the one who feels more deprived, even weekends aren't always the best.
Today is their fifth anniversary, but tonight it's just one of the too many dates Daehyun never attended on time.
Five years ago, Youngjae never thought he'd be able to fall in love in one cliche meeting but Daehyun had specialization in photography and Youngjae, as assistant editor-in-chief for their high school newspaper, had been obliged to insist him on joining their production team. After one project consisting of a research on musical prodigies around the campus, they realize a secret talent they both have in common but are both too shy and afraid to exhibit: singing.
One too many McDonald's hangouts (read: dates) and about four hundred innuendos later, Youngjae cracks another funny joke Daehyun laughs hysterically at and says oh god I really want to go out with you (which in reality resumed with 'Then why won't you ask me?' 'Because I was waiting for you to ask me.' 'But I was just waiting for you too.') Daehyun resumes to stand up, leaning over to kiss Youngjae's on the cheek, causing the other to almost drop his burger.
On their first anniversary, Daehyun had been the first one to make a move. When Youngjae thought a morning filled with umpteen kisses were already too much, Daehyun surprised him-interrupted through the end of his Economy class-for a heartwarming, face reddening, somehow shaming serenade that had Youngjae becoming the center of mockery in class for a week. But Youngjae rewarded himself by giving in into the beating of his heart and into a long walk in the school gardens hand-in-hand with Daehyun just reminiscing the past year which had been loaded with unresolved arguments, tears of aggravation, whispers of sweet nothings and toasty embraces that Youngjae knew he would never exchange for the world.
A few months after their college graduation, Youngjae thought they'd never make it to their fourth anniversary. Daehyun had been called for a photography project in New York that was something he just couldn't decline to, now while that might not be a problem, Daehyun hadn't been home for three weeks (he said he'll be home within two) and the calls that were rather too infrequent hadn't been helping Youngjae's paranoia tendencies.
Daehyun arrived to their shared apartment a few days later to a dejected Youngjae but before the latter could say anything else Daehyun puts out a copy of his newest portfolio (they told me to take pictures of things that resemble certain memories, I don't know, I think I might've just discreetly told our story.) And Youngjae finds himself crying to sleep on Daehyun's shoulder that night because he's once again assured that he's always been receiving the same amount of love he has been giving.
But quite since then, the flow of Daehyun's project proposals has became continuous, and he can either be here, in Greece or Canada but Youngjae doesn't really remember the last time he had a cuddle fest with his boyfriend anymore. The first few rounds of after-work coffee dates that Daehyun had been late to (sometimes, never made to) were all still pretty understandable to Youngjae, the next four was testing his tolerance, the next two started new fights, but this time Youngjae decides to give up on making himself look dumb.
The doorbell rings just as the clock strikes ten-two hours; Jung Daehyun has yet again set a new record-but Youngjae, out of distress, has long trashed the dinner he had prepared all morning and answering the door just renders him further riled up.
The door opens to Daehyun's apologetic expression, a bouquet of roses in grip and Youngjae struggles against the impulse of slamming the door right on the other's face-Youngjae knows he's already too tired for the night to make room for another bout of quarreling.
"I'm going to sleep," he says instead, spinning around and taking his blazer off as he saunters toward the bedroom.
Daehyun momentarily basks in the aura of the room, takes notice of their dining table cloaked in white, topped with lit candles and a vase filled with another bouquet of red roses and as the sound of slow violins emit from the speaker from a distance, Daehyun feels his heart sinking. "Youngjae, wait."
"I've already waited for two hours, Daehyun, it's enough."
Daehyun manages to approach Youngjae before the other can reach the door. "Youngjae, I'm sorry."
Youngjae swats off Daehyun's hand when the latter reaches out to hold him. "Look, I get it, okay? Something came up, you had to work overtime, I just hoped it'd be otherwise for tonight because you said you'd be home by eight and it's our fucking anniversary, Daehyun. But of course, what else can I expect?" Youngjae glares at Daehyun for a few more beats before sighing, mentally telling himself to calm down but he's had too much. He bites his lip. "Let's just get this over with and go to bed. I'm exhausted."
Daehyun knows he means it in more ways than one.
"Please, listen to me," Daehyun tugs Youngjae and gently resumes to hold him in place against the wall. "I'm sorry, I know I messed up again like I've been messing up the whole year and I've been shit and all you do is just forgive me all the time and despite that, you've still done this for me and I swear to god I hope you never think I'm taking you for granted because I'm not and I'm sorry, Youngjae."
Youngjae doesn't meet Daehyun's gaze, stares down at the bouquet Daehyun's gripping against his arm. "There's no use talking about this now, you'd do it again."
"Two weeks ago," Daehyun begins again, chest heaving, "I got promoted two weeks ago. They got me a stable spot on the magazine, head of photography. I won't be away for long periods of time ever again. And I've thought about this a lot, and I was hoping I could tell it to you the best way I can but as usual, but I'm awful and I've never had the time for you as a boyfriend but," He stretches a hand to reach for something in his back pocket, producing a small box between them half a second later, "Maybe I will have plenty as a husband."
And at that moment, Youngjae worries about missing too many heartbeats, worries about internal rushes that are all too strong and compulsive, worries about forgetting how to breathe. His head spins as he watches Daehyun open the tiny box to reveal a small silver ring that may or may not hold the rest of their forever.
"Youngjae." This time, Daehyun doesn't have any difficulty looking at his boyfriend right in the eye, "I know we're going to have plenty more bad times, a handful more arguments we'd never find our way out of until the next morning when kisses find their way as apologies and it's going to suck so bad because we've always been too selfish about each other. But I promise, together we'd struggle to have a thousand more cuddling sessions and candlelit dinner dates and walks in the park because I don't want to be anywhere else, I can't imagine myself anywhere else but here with you."
Youngjae reaches a hand to push Daehyun's fringe off his eyes, unable to fight the display of affection caused by the overwhelming emotion.
"Yoo Youngjae," Daehyun says, determined, "Will you marry me?"
Youngjae gazes at Daehyun for a second before chuckling out weakly. "I don't know." It's his turn to reach for something in his back pocket. "I've been wanting to ask you the same thing for tonight so," Youngjae holds another silver ring in between his thumb and forefinger, a smile edging his lips, "Maybe?"
Daehyun catches his breath.
Pairing: Daehyun/Youngjae (Daejae)
Rating: G
Length: 1,300w
Type: One shot
Genre: Romance
Summary: Today is their fifth anniversary, but tonight it's just one of the too many dates Daehyun never attended on time.
Author's note: Birthday gift for Sashy because I love her so much and I hope you like this. (But this is just really rushed out and unbeta'd I'm sorry but 1st Daejae fic and I hope this somehow portrays my internal battle on who really tops in Daejae.)
Youngjae leans back against the kitchen counter top, glances at his wristwatch for what seems to be the hundredth time before proceeding to scowl at the dinner set on the table. The lights are dimmed down, the candles has been lit up, he's put on his tux and he's never been more ready but the food is getting cold and it's now nine thirty-seven, he's been waiting for an hour and a half.
Daehyun is late again.
Dinner dates with Daehyun are almost far and few in between, with what his work causing him to have irregular daily schedules, almost never having time to spend with Youngjae when he gets home during weekend nights because it'd be already half past twelve and the other would already be fast asleep. Youngjae's always the one who feels more deprived, even weekends aren't always the best.
Today is their fifth anniversary, but tonight it's just one of the too many dates Daehyun never attended on time.
Five years ago, Youngjae never thought he'd be able to fall in love in one cliche meeting but Daehyun had specialization in photography and Youngjae, as assistant editor-in-chief for their high school newspaper, had been obliged to insist him on joining their production team. After one project consisting of a research on musical prodigies around the campus, they realize a secret talent they both have in common but are both too shy and afraid to exhibit: singing.
One too many McDonald's hangouts (read: dates) and about four hundred innuendos later, Youngjae cracks another funny joke Daehyun laughs hysterically at and says oh god I really want to go out with you (which in reality resumed with 'Then why won't you ask me?' 'Because I was waiting for you to ask me.' 'But I was just waiting for you too.') Daehyun resumes to stand up, leaning over to kiss Youngjae's on the cheek, causing the other to almost drop his burger.
On their first anniversary, Daehyun had been the first one to make a move. When Youngjae thought a morning filled with umpteen kisses were already too much, Daehyun surprised him-interrupted through the end of his Economy class-for a heartwarming, face reddening, somehow shaming serenade that had Youngjae becoming the center of mockery in class for a week. But Youngjae rewarded himself by giving in into the beating of his heart and into a long walk in the school gardens hand-in-hand with Daehyun just reminiscing the past year which had been loaded with unresolved arguments, tears of aggravation, whispers of sweet nothings and toasty embraces that Youngjae knew he would never exchange for the world.
A few months after their college graduation, Youngjae thought they'd never make it to their fourth anniversary. Daehyun had been called for a photography project in New York that was something he just couldn't decline to, now while that might not be a problem, Daehyun hadn't been home for three weeks (he said he'll be home within two) and the calls that were rather too infrequent hadn't been helping Youngjae's paranoia tendencies.
Daehyun arrived to their shared apartment a few days later to a dejected Youngjae but before the latter could say anything else Daehyun puts out a copy of his newest portfolio (they told me to take pictures of things that resemble certain memories, I don't know, I think I might've just discreetly told our story.) And Youngjae finds himself crying to sleep on Daehyun's shoulder that night because he's once again assured that he's always been receiving the same amount of love he has been giving.
But quite since then, the flow of Daehyun's project proposals has became continuous, and he can either be here, in Greece or Canada but Youngjae doesn't really remember the last time he had a cuddle fest with his boyfriend anymore. The first few rounds of after-work coffee dates that Daehyun had been late to (sometimes, never made to) were all still pretty understandable to Youngjae, the next four was testing his tolerance, the next two started new fights, but this time Youngjae decides to give up on making himself look dumb.
The doorbell rings just as the clock strikes ten-two hours; Jung Daehyun has yet again set a new record-but Youngjae, out of distress, has long trashed the dinner he had prepared all morning and answering the door just renders him further riled up.
The door opens to Daehyun's apologetic expression, a bouquet of roses in grip and Youngjae struggles against the impulse of slamming the door right on the other's face-Youngjae knows he's already too tired for the night to make room for another bout of quarreling.
"I'm going to sleep," he says instead, spinning around and taking his blazer off as he saunters toward the bedroom.
Daehyun momentarily basks in the aura of the room, takes notice of their dining table cloaked in white, topped with lit candles and a vase filled with another bouquet of red roses and as the sound of slow violins emit from the speaker from a distance, Daehyun feels his heart sinking. "Youngjae, wait."
"I've already waited for two hours, Daehyun, it's enough."
Daehyun manages to approach Youngjae before the other can reach the door. "Youngjae, I'm sorry."
Youngjae swats off Daehyun's hand when the latter reaches out to hold him. "Look, I get it, okay? Something came up, you had to work overtime, I just hoped it'd be otherwise for tonight because you said you'd be home by eight and it's our fucking anniversary, Daehyun. But of course, what else can I expect?" Youngjae glares at Daehyun for a few more beats before sighing, mentally telling himself to calm down but he's had too much. He bites his lip. "Let's just get this over with and go to bed. I'm exhausted."
Daehyun knows he means it in more ways than one.
"Please, listen to me," Daehyun tugs Youngjae and gently resumes to hold him in place against the wall. "I'm sorry, I know I messed up again like I've been messing up the whole year and I've been shit and all you do is just forgive me all the time and despite that, you've still done this for me and I swear to god I hope you never think I'm taking you for granted because I'm not and I'm sorry, Youngjae."
Youngjae doesn't meet Daehyun's gaze, stares down at the bouquet Daehyun's gripping against his arm. "There's no use talking about this now, you'd do it again."
"Two weeks ago," Daehyun begins again, chest heaving, "I got promoted two weeks ago. They got me a stable spot on the magazine, head of photography. I won't be away for long periods of time ever again. And I've thought about this a lot, and I was hoping I could tell it to you the best way I can but as usual, but I'm awful and I've never had the time for you as a boyfriend but," He stretches a hand to reach for something in his back pocket, producing a small box between them half a second later, "Maybe I will have plenty as a husband."
And at that moment, Youngjae worries about missing too many heartbeats, worries about internal rushes that are all too strong and compulsive, worries about forgetting how to breathe. His head spins as he watches Daehyun open the tiny box to reveal a small silver ring that may or may not hold the rest of their forever.
"Youngjae." This time, Daehyun doesn't have any difficulty looking at his boyfriend right in the eye, "I know we're going to have plenty more bad times, a handful more arguments we'd never find our way out of until the next morning when kisses find their way as apologies and it's going to suck so bad because we've always been too selfish about each other. But I promise, together we'd struggle to have a thousand more cuddling sessions and candlelit dinner dates and walks in the park because I don't want to be anywhere else, I can't imagine myself anywhere else but here with you."
Youngjae reaches a hand to push Daehyun's fringe off his eyes, unable to fight the display of affection caused by the overwhelming emotion.
"Yoo Youngjae," Daehyun says, determined, "Will you marry me?"
Youngjae gazes at Daehyun for a second before chuckling out weakly. "I don't know." It's his turn to reach for something in his back pocket. "I've been wanting to ask you the same thing for tonight so," Youngjae holds another silver ring in between his thumb and forefinger, a smile edging his lips, "Maybe?"
Daehyun catches his breath.