Time Zones
Title: Time Zones
Author: Geojitmal
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,692
Pairing: GDYB
Genre: Romance
Summary: Jiyong didn't keep his promise, but he has a master plan on how to make up for it. Youngbae's face was practically glued to the window, trying to make out anything that would give him a clue about his own whereabouts.
Diclaimer: All mine. Not.
A/N: Somewhat late New Years fic~<3
10! 9! 8! 7!
The countdown coming from the people down in the streets startled him for a moment and he sat up. When had it become midnight already?
6! 5! 4!
The clock kept ticking mercilessly. Now it would be about time to get a glass of sparkling wine ready, to toast the new year with your beloved ones.
3! 2! 1!
Instead he leaned back into the couch and kept watching the music program playing on TV. They showed music videos from the nineties, music they both grew up to together. He hadn't done anything else for the past few hours.
Happy New Year!
The shouts outside got louder, the first fire crackers went off. It was midnight. The other didn't make it after all, even though he had promised he would. The boy on the couch sighed and switched the TV off. Pulling a thin blanket over himself, he turned around and buried his face in the plush back rest of the couch, trying to sleep despite the cheerful noises outside.
When he woke up what felt like only minutes later, it was to a hand gently caressing his cheek and soft whispers of Youngbae, wake up!
Youngbae rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly, still drowsy from his sleep. The first thing he saw when his eyes finally adjusted to the bright light from the ceiling lamp, was a big sheepish smile and his heart skipped a beat. He was back. His Jiyong was finally back.
They shared a brief but sweet 'welcome home' kiss, before Jiyong got up from his crouching position next to the couch and pulled Youngbae with him. He handed the other a pair of jeans, his winter coat and a scarf and motioned for him to put them on, then disappeared into their bedroom.
"What the...? Jiyong, what time is it?"
"3 AM."
"And we have to go out now because?"
"I say so," the blonde finished the sentence and entered the living room again, carrying both their iPods, his notebook and a neck pillow. He stuffed everything into his huge duffle bag and looked at Youngbae expectantly, just when they heard an impatient honk.
"Taxi's here, you better hurry."
"Does it even make sense to ask you what this is all about?"
"Nope, you will have to trust me. Now get dressed and come down, I'll wait there for you. And don't forget to turn off the lights."
With that Jiyong disappeared through the front door and Youngbae sighed again. Deciding to go along with it for the moment, he finally got dressed and went downstairs.
During the ride in the taxi he had to listen to his boyfriend going on and on about the snow storm in Tokyo and how some flights had been cancelled and how sorry he was that he was late.
Youngbae was so busy listening, that he didn't even pay attention to where they were going. Neither did he seem to notice how far they were going. Only when the driver pulled up and announced We're here, did he take a look outside.
"That's...the airport," he observed, dumbfounded.
"Why thank you, captain obvious. Of course this is the airport."
"Why are we here, did you lose a part of your baggage or something?"
"Nope, I arrived at Gimpo. This, as you may have noticed, is Incheon. Now get out already, we'll be late."
Jiyong ushered Youngbae outside, paid the driver and then grabbed his lover's hand to enter the airport building. Once inside, he excused himself and returned only two minutes later with what looked suspiciously like boarding passes.
He smirked, grabbed the other's hand again and turned a deaf ear to the millions of questions coming from Youngbae's mouth, while pulling him along. They were the last passengers to enter their plane and, miraculously, they made it without Youngbae ever noticing the plane's destination. He was probably too busy asking questions to pay attention, Jiyong mused.
After they took their seats, Jiyong made the other listen to some music from his iPod so he wouldn't hear the captain and stewardess talk about their destination. It was perfect, everything was going according to plan.
Shortly before take-off, however, Youngabe was kindly asked by a cabin attendant to take the earplugs out until they had reached their operating altitude. Jiyong groaned.
Once again, good morning ladies and gentlemen. I welcome you on board this flight number 8529 from Seoul Incheon Airport to...
What a coincidence that Jiyong 'suffered' from major coughing fits right at that moment. Youngbae looked at him, obviously displeased as he had hoped to find out where he was going at, he looked at his watch, 4.30 in the morning. The other only smirked.
...an approximated flight time of 10 hours and 40 minutes and we will arrive in...
"11 HOURS?"
"Sssssh, 10 hours and 40 minutes, don't you ever listen?"
"Kwon Jiyong, I demand that you tell me where the hell we are going, right now! We're on a 11 hours flight and all you took was your iPod, a notebook and a pillow?"
"It's 10 hours and 40 minutes. And I did not only take my iPod, I brought yours too."
"What the..."
"Look babe. Just trust me, okay?" He used his best puppy eyes and very casually rubbed Youngbae's tigh to calm him down and, not-so-surprisingly, it worked.
Youngbae sighed, put his earplugs in again and pulled the hood of his sweater over his head. Then he leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes. Whatever. It wasn't like he had a choice, with the plane already on the airfield, waiting for clearance for take off.
He woke up several times during the flight, if only to eat, but couldn't be bothered to turn on the small monitor to check out where they were going. Whenever he woke, he would find Jiyong nestled contently against his shoulder, catching up on all the sleep he had missed during promotion activities in Tokyo.
When they finally landed it was dark outside and Youngbae couldn't see much. Jiyong was fidgeting in his seat and obviously couldn't wait to get off the plane to surprise the other with whatever he had planned.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to...
Some more coughing fits, disgruntled looks and sheepish smiles.
Unfortunately we arrived with a delay of 20 minutes due to strong winds. The local time is now 10.30 pm on Thursday, 31st December, the outside temperature is 14°C or 57°F. Thank you for flying with Korean Air, good night.
Youngbae's face was practically glued to the window, trying to make out anything that would give him a clue about his own whereabouts. But all he could see was the enormous airport building with three huge letters on top. LAX.
He chuckled because he had a cap with exactly those three letters on it at home. He had received it as a gift from Shaun some time ago and he had told him that those letters were the airport code for.....oh my god.
"Los Angeles?!"
"Yes, isn't it amazing?" Jiyong's face practically glowed and he looked like a kid on Christmas eve. Youngbae couldn't do anything but marvel at his cuteness, forgetting everything else momentarily. The doors finally opened and everyone hurried to grab their bags and get out of the stuffy plane.
He didn't have much time to have a look around the huge building, couldn't memorize the maze-like way through baggage-claim and Homeland Security, was neither able to appreciate the somewhat warm air that hit him when Jiyong dragged him out of the building, nor the nice palm tree arrangement in front of the terminal. As soon as they stepped on American soil, Jiyong had hailed a cab and ushered him inside. He gave the driver a piece of paper, with directions written on it, Youngbae assumed, and they drove off.
He tried arguing Jiyong into telling him why they would go to LA in the middle of the night with practically no baggage, but he never received an answer, apart from another cute smile and a squeeze to his hand.
The ride took them almost too long because of heavy traffic and Jiyong grew more and more impatient. After a bit more than an hour the cab finally came to a halt and when they got off, Youngbae could only stare. He was standing in front of Queen Mary. The ship, mind you. It was an impressive sight and only when Jiyong hugged him from behind and pressed a light kiss to his neck, did he snap out of it.
It was as if someone had glued Jiyong's lips together, though, because he still didn't say anything, just took the other's hand again and walked -more relaxed now- to the gangway of the ship where two men were standing. He showed them two tickets and they entered the ship.
Together they made their way through the huge crowd, past different stages with groups performing, past hundrets of waiters offering drinks in the brightest of colours. Then they were on the top deck and -once again- Youngbae's breath was taken away. Before them lay the beautiful skyline of nighttime Los Angeles.
Just when he turned around to look at Jiyong, people started cheering and the most beautiful fireworks Youngbae had ever seen went off over the reflecting glassy surface of the ocean. He felt the grip on his hand tighten and then Jiyong kissed him, only pulled away for a second to whisper a faint Happy New Year, baby against his lips.
They never stopped their slow, lazy dance until everything around them went quiet again and Youngbae thought it was the most intense, most romantic thing ever. A perfect start into the new year.
With their foreheads touching, one hand at the small of Jiyong's back, the other brushed gently over his cheek and he couldn't help but smile.
"All this to watch some fireworks go off?" he smiled and Jiyong could practically see the love radiating from him.
"Well, I promised to spend New Years with you. And I like to keep my promises."
Comments, criticism and suggestions are welcome. =)
Author: Geojitmal
Rating: PG
Word count: 1,692
Pairing: GDYB
Genre: Romance
Summary: Jiyong didn't keep his promise, but he has a master plan on how to make up for it. Youngbae's face was practically glued to the window, trying to make out anything that would give him a clue about his own whereabouts.
Diclaimer: All mine. Not.
A/N: Somewhat late New Years fic~<3
10! 9! 8! 7!
The countdown coming from the people down in the streets startled him for a moment and he sat up. When had it become midnight already?
6! 5! 4!
The clock kept ticking mercilessly. Now it would be about time to get a glass of sparkling wine ready, to toast the new year with your beloved ones.
3! 2! 1!
Instead he leaned back into the couch and kept watching the music program playing on TV. They showed music videos from the nineties, music they both grew up to together. He hadn't done anything else for the past few hours.
Happy New Year!
The shouts outside got louder, the first fire crackers went off. It was midnight. The other didn't make it after all, even though he had promised he would. The boy on the couch sighed and switched the TV off. Pulling a thin blanket over himself, he turned around and buried his face in the plush back rest of the couch, trying to sleep despite the cheerful noises outside.
When he woke up what felt like only minutes later, it was to a hand gently caressing his cheek and soft whispers of Youngbae, wake up!
Youngbae rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly, still drowsy from his sleep. The first thing he saw when his eyes finally adjusted to the bright light from the ceiling lamp, was a big sheepish smile and his heart skipped a beat. He was back. His Jiyong was finally back.
They shared a brief but sweet 'welcome home' kiss, before Jiyong got up from his crouching position next to the couch and pulled Youngbae with him. He handed the other a pair of jeans, his winter coat and a scarf and motioned for him to put them on, then disappeared into their bedroom.
"What the...? Jiyong, what time is it?"
"3 AM."
"And we have to go out now because?"
"I say so," the blonde finished the sentence and entered the living room again, carrying both their iPods, his notebook and a neck pillow. He stuffed everything into his huge duffle bag and looked at Youngbae expectantly, just when they heard an impatient honk.
"Taxi's here, you better hurry."
"Does it even make sense to ask you what this is all about?"
"Nope, you will have to trust me. Now get dressed and come down, I'll wait there for you. And don't forget to turn off the lights."
With that Jiyong disappeared through the front door and Youngbae sighed again. Deciding to go along with it for the moment, he finally got dressed and went downstairs.
During the ride in the taxi he had to listen to his boyfriend going on and on about the snow storm in Tokyo and how some flights had been cancelled and how sorry he was that he was late.
Youngbae was so busy listening, that he didn't even pay attention to where they were going. Neither did he seem to notice how far they were going. Only when the driver pulled up and announced We're here, did he take a look outside.
"That's...the airport," he observed, dumbfounded.
"Why thank you, captain obvious. Of course this is the airport."
"Why are we here, did you lose a part of your baggage or something?"
"Nope, I arrived at Gimpo. This, as you may have noticed, is Incheon. Now get out already, we'll be late."
Jiyong ushered Youngbae outside, paid the driver and then grabbed his lover's hand to enter the airport building. Once inside, he excused himself and returned only two minutes later with what looked suspiciously like boarding passes.
He smirked, grabbed the other's hand again and turned a deaf ear to the millions of questions coming from Youngbae's mouth, while pulling him along. They were the last passengers to enter their plane and, miraculously, they made it without Youngbae ever noticing the plane's destination. He was probably too busy asking questions to pay attention, Jiyong mused.
After they took their seats, Jiyong made the other listen to some music from his iPod so he wouldn't hear the captain and stewardess talk about their destination. It was perfect, everything was going according to plan.
Shortly before take-off, however, Youngabe was kindly asked by a cabin attendant to take the earplugs out until they had reached their operating altitude. Jiyong groaned.
Once again, good morning ladies and gentlemen. I welcome you on board this flight number 8529 from Seoul Incheon Airport to...
What a coincidence that Jiyong 'suffered' from major coughing fits right at that moment. Youngbae looked at him, obviously displeased as he had hoped to find out where he was going at, he looked at his watch, 4.30 in the morning. The other only smirked.
...an approximated flight time of 10 hours and 40 minutes and we will arrive in...
"11 HOURS?"
"Sssssh, 10 hours and 40 minutes, don't you ever listen?"
"Kwon Jiyong, I demand that you tell me where the hell we are going, right now! We're on a 11 hours flight and all you took was your iPod, a notebook and a pillow?"
"It's 10 hours and 40 minutes. And I did not only take my iPod, I brought yours too."
"What the..."
"Look babe. Just trust me, okay?" He used his best puppy eyes and very casually rubbed Youngbae's tigh to calm him down and, not-so-surprisingly, it worked.
Youngbae sighed, put his earplugs in again and pulled the hood of his sweater over his head. Then he leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes. Whatever. It wasn't like he had a choice, with the plane already on the airfield, waiting for clearance for take off.
He woke up several times during the flight, if only to eat, but couldn't be bothered to turn on the small monitor to check out where they were going. Whenever he woke, he would find Jiyong nestled contently against his shoulder, catching up on all the sleep he had missed during promotion activities in Tokyo.
When they finally landed it was dark outside and Youngbae couldn't see much. Jiyong was fidgeting in his seat and obviously couldn't wait to get off the plane to surprise the other with whatever he had planned.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to...
Some more coughing fits, disgruntled looks and sheepish smiles.
Unfortunately we arrived with a delay of 20 minutes due to strong winds. The local time is now 10.30 pm on Thursday, 31st December, the outside temperature is 14°C or 57°F. Thank you for flying with Korean Air, good night.
Youngbae's face was practically glued to the window, trying to make out anything that would give him a clue about his own whereabouts. But all he could see was the enormous airport building with three huge letters on top. LAX.
He chuckled because he had a cap with exactly those three letters on it at home. He had received it as a gift from Shaun some time ago and he had told him that those letters were the airport code for.....oh my god.
"Los Angeles?!"
"Yes, isn't it amazing?" Jiyong's face practically glowed and he looked like a kid on Christmas eve. Youngbae couldn't do anything but marvel at his cuteness, forgetting everything else momentarily. The doors finally opened and everyone hurried to grab their bags and get out of the stuffy plane.
He didn't have much time to have a look around the huge building, couldn't memorize the maze-like way through baggage-claim and Homeland Security, was neither able to appreciate the somewhat warm air that hit him when Jiyong dragged him out of the building, nor the nice palm tree arrangement in front of the terminal. As soon as they stepped on American soil, Jiyong had hailed a cab and ushered him inside. He gave the driver a piece of paper, with directions written on it, Youngbae assumed, and they drove off.
He tried arguing Jiyong into telling him why they would go to LA in the middle of the night with practically no baggage, but he never received an answer, apart from another cute smile and a squeeze to his hand.
The ride took them almost too long because of heavy traffic and Jiyong grew more and more impatient. After a bit more than an hour the cab finally came to a halt and when they got off, Youngbae could only stare. He was standing in front of Queen Mary. The ship, mind you. It was an impressive sight and only when Jiyong hugged him from behind and pressed a light kiss to his neck, did he snap out of it.
It was as if someone had glued Jiyong's lips together, though, because he still didn't say anything, just took the other's hand again and walked -more relaxed now- to the gangway of the ship where two men were standing. He showed them two tickets and they entered the ship.
Together they made their way through the huge crowd, past different stages with groups performing, past hundrets of waiters offering drinks in the brightest of colours. Then they were on the top deck and -once again- Youngbae's breath was taken away. Before them lay the beautiful skyline of nighttime Los Angeles.
Just when he turned around to look at Jiyong, people started cheering and the most beautiful fireworks Youngbae had ever seen went off over the reflecting glassy surface of the ocean. He felt the grip on his hand tighten and then Jiyong kissed him, only pulled away for a second to whisper a faint Happy New Year, baby against his lips.
They never stopped their slow, lazy dance until everything around them went quiet again and Youngbae thought it was the most intense, most romantic thing ever. A perfect start into the new year.
With their foreheads touching, one hand at the small of Jiyong's back, the other brushed gently over his cheek and he couldn't help but smile.
"All this to watch some fireworks go off?" he smiled and Jiyong could practically see the love radiating from him.
"Well, I promised to spend New Years with you. And I like to keep my promises."
Comments, criticism and suggestions are welcome. =)