[drabbles] imagine
Imagine
A/N: whenever i think how this drabble will turn out, i can't help but think it'll be short OTL
this is after muse & contempting
Today Jaejoong sat on the cramping floor, picking a screw at the very edge of the machine. He moved the wrench as smoothly as possible with a bit of force to deject the tiny screw at it's narrow place.
Why did I even screw this there? he thought irritably.
He turned back to the toolbox and took out a screwdriver to unscrew the little piece carefully.
If it was thing Jaejoong probably dislike, it was doing the dirty work. The machine before him was one of his creative inventions that he had almost spent months and years of his life to perfect -- and he is still attempting to perfect it even today. It wasn't easy being an inventor with lack of financial needs-- that was, until his technical friend introduced their fine product to someone of idiocy to sponser it.
Jaejoong groaned, then sighed in relief when the screw came off. He wiped the raining sweat on his forehead and put the screw away in the toolbox.
He eyed his watch instinctively and realized it was past his lunchtime.
Should he go eat? It was probably too late and his lunch was back in the lunch room where he stored it deeply inside the refrigator. Not only that, there wasn't any reason for him to eat without a fellow friend to eat it wi--
"Good Afternoon, Jaejoong."
Fuck. He inwardly cursed.
"Yunho, I said I'm bu--"
"Have you ate yet?"
"I will when you leave--"
"So you haven't. Can I join you?" Yunho asked innocently.
"No."
"Please--"
"No."
"Joongie, can you list--"
"No, dammit. Get out!!"
Begrudgingly, Jaejoong growled in irritation and resorted to pouting unconsciously when he wanted stop the other man from asking his stupid questions once and for all.
He turned to face away from the other man until he heard the door closed softly. The nth time Yunho had finally left him alone and still counting.
Once it was silent for a couple of minutes, Jaejoong went back to work and when he was about to stretch his limbs, he noticed a familar decorated box on the floor.
It was his lunchbox.
A/N: i feel like all they do is argue =~=;; i was going to make it fluffy but i decided to save it for later when this progresses more lol
A/N: whenever i think how this drabble will turn out, i can't help but think it'll be short OTL
this is after muse & contempting
Today Jaejoong sat on the cramping floor, picking a screw at the very edge of the machine. He moved the wrench as smoothly as possible with a bit of force to deject the tiny screw at it's narrow place.
Why did I even screw this there? he thought irritably.
He turned back to the toolbox and took out a screwdriver to unscrew the little piece carefully.
If it was thing Jaejoong probably dislike, it was doing the dirty work. The machine before him was one of his creative inventions that he had almost spent months and years of his life to perfect -- and he is still attempting to perfect it even today. It wasn't easy being an inventor with lack of financial needs-- that was, until his technical friend introduced their fine product to someone of idiocy to sponser it.
Jaejoong groaned, then sighed in relief when the screw came off. He wiped the raining sweat on his forehead and put the screw away in the toolbox.
He eyed his watch instinctively and realized it was past his lunchtime.
Should he go eat? It was probably too late and his lunch was back in the lunch room where he stored it deeply inside the refrigator. Not only that, there wasn't any reason for him to eat without a fellow friend to eat it wi--
"Good Afternoon, Jaejoong."
Fuck. He inwardly cursed.
"Yunho, I said I'm bu--"
"Have you ate yet?"
"I will when you leave--"
"So you haven't. Can I join you?" Yunho asked innocently.
"No."
"Please--"
"No."
"Joongie, can you list--"
"No, dammit. Get out!!"
Begrudgingly, Jaejoong growled in irritation and resorted to pouting unconsciously when he wanted stop the other man from asking his stupid questions once and for all.
He turned to face away from the other man until he heard the door closed softly. The nth time Yunho had finally left him alone and still counting.
Once it was silent for a couple of minutes, Jaejoong went back to work and when he was about to stretch his limbs, he noticed a familar decorated box on the floor.
It was his lunchbox.
A/N: i feel like all they do is argue =~=;; i was going to make it fluffy but i decided to save it for later when this progresses more lol