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Title: Right Thing, Right Time
Length: one-shot
Author: Li Youhan (Razra_Eizel)
Rating: PG
Genre: ficlet, fluff, romance
Pairing: Yunjae
Summary: Yunho woke up with a hell of a headache, and wondered what had happened
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
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A/N: I do not own the main idea of this fic. I’m stating it now so I won’t get sued for plagiarism later :D it’s taken from a joke (I think it’s supposed to be a joke, but I didn’t laugh), and I rewrote it to be longer, and to be a Yunjae version of it
The original joke is at the bottom, right after the story, in case you’re wondering, or want to compare it. Credit goes to http://www.blueskysearch.com/jokes.htm, where I took the joke from :D
Enjoy~ this is going to be my last post before I go to Sydney tonight. Do pray for my safe flight. Oh, and check this post out x3
Saying the Right Thing
“Ya, drink more, drink more!” Kangin exclaimed loudly as he poured even more whiskey into Yunho’s glass, and laughed his ass off even though there was nothing funny. His arm was slung over Yunho’s shoulder as he forced him to drink, and his face was almost beet red.
“Yah, I’m the appointed driver,” Eeteuk rolled his eyes and kicked Kangin’s shin when he tried to shove a glass of gin to him. “I’m just here to make sure none of you get dumped in the alley behind this bar by the owner.”
“Don’t be such a spoilsport!” Kangin huffed, and then re-filled Heechul’s glass. “Even Chul’s drinking!”
“Well, he’s not the one driving,” Eeteuk shrugged, and looked over at Yunho. “You okay there? You don’t look too good.”
“Umh…” Yunho struggled to finish his glass, and put it out of reach of Kangin so he couldn’t refill it. “I’m just… not too much of a drinker, I guess. That’s all.”
“Have you told Jae you’re coming here?” Eeteuk asked again, and Yunho paled considerably. “You haven’t?”
“Oh no…” Yunho groaned as he face-palmed himself, thinking of what could happen if Jaejoong found out he was out to a bar with his friends, and drinking his ass off.
“Do you want me to call him?” Eeteuk offered, holding onto his cell phone, and swatted Kangin’s hand away when he tried to reach for Yunho’s glass. “I know you’re not married yet, but you should at least tell him.”
“No, it’s okay,” Yunho shook his head. “I’ll just try to keep myself sober.”
Eeteuk shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
And that was the last thing Yunho remembered of that night.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Yunho groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, his arm going up to block the sunlight from his eyes. He sat up on his bed, and grunted when he realized he had a hell of a headache. His head was pounding, and he finally knew how it felt to wake up with a hangover.
He looked at the bedside table, and was really surprised when he saw a glass of warm water and a couple of aspirins on it. There was also a note beside it. He took the glass, and drank the aspirins before reading the note.
I suppose you’ll have a headache when you wake up. These should help. Don’t forget to drink lots of water <3
He blinked his eyes. Once, twice. Did he really read what he thought he did?
He looked around the room again, and noticed that it was very clean. His clothes were put at the foot of the bed, clean and pressed. To say he was amazed would be an understatement.
And he thought Jaejoong would be mad at him.
He walked to the bathroom next to do his daily morning routine, and saw a note attached to the mirror. He took it off, and read it.
I figured this will be where you go next. Breakfast is ready. I’ve asked Min to spare you some. I’m out to get groceries to make your favorite dinner tonight. Enjoy yourself. I’ll be back before evening. I’ll give you a massage then if you want.
Love, Jaejoong
After he was done with his morning ritual, he walked to the kitchen, and sure enough, the breakfast was on the table, still warm. Changmin was still sitting there, but he didn’t touch Yunho’s breakfast, while usually he’d do so.
“Min…?” Yunho called uncertainly, wondering what had brought about this drastic change. “What happened last night?”
“Hm… let’s see…” Changmin mumbled as he tried to remember what had happened the day before. “You came home very early in the morning, around two or so, drunk and out of your mind. Eeteuk-hyung dropped you here, and Jae-hyung kinda took over from the front door.”
“You puked everywhere. The whole apartment stunk until early this morning, when Jae-hyung finally finished cleaning the whole place up. Heck, you even puked on him,” Changmin cringed at the memory. “Poor him. He didn’t get any sleep because he had to clean up and look after you.”
Yunho frowned, suddenly feeling very guilty for making his fiancé work hard to clean up after him. “But… I thought he’d be mad? At least tell me to clean up myself?”
“Oh, that!” Changmin suddenly burst out laughing. “That was because you said the right thing at the right time. You know how sentimental he is. He’s just happy, because after he put you in your bed, and was trying to take your pants off, you suddenly screamed “Leave me alone! Only my Jaejoongie may touch me!”.”
At the Right Time
Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn't taste like alcohol at all. He didn't even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.
Jack had to force himself to open his eyes and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in Lipstick:
"Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian"
He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, "Son... What happened last night?"
"Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door.
Confused, he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me??"
His son replies, "Oh THAT! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, I'm married!!"
Broken Coffee Table: $239.99. Hot Breakfast: $4.20. Two Aspirins: $.38. Saying the right thing, at the right time. . . PRICELESS!!!