Of Dreams and Magic
Of Dreams and Magic
Yoochun/Yunho
G
Fluff/slight AU.
759 words
Yunho's in the army, and Yoochun is waiting for him to come home in order to celebrate Christmas together.
Written for emda at the Secret Santa fic exchange at hug______.
The candle flares easily to life as he touches the wick with a lit match. He turns to check if every single candle in the room has been lit-they have. He smiles in anticipation for Yunho to arrive; it’s been months since they’ve last seen each other, and today is Christmas, the night when Yunho is allowed to leave the military in order to spend time with his family and friends.
Everything in the room and the house has been fussed over by him according to his romantic nature; there are lit candles everywhere, music playing softly in the background, lights dimmed appropriately, roses on the table with tapered candles and red wine… Now the only thing he needs is for Yunho to come home and share the dinner he had bullied Jaejoong into making.
He closes his eyes, listening to the music-it’s Chopin, a composer who he had always loved-and pretends that he’s dancing with Yunho, twirling smoothly around the floor, his footsteps matching perfectly with the waltz.
The old grandfather clock in the study above him strikes eleven times, telling Yoochun that Christmas is almost over. He wonders why Yunho isn’t here yet; he notices that the candles have almost been burnt down to the very bottom, the food is growing cold, and the roses are beginning to wilt.
“Where are you, Yunho?” he whispers.
He’s sprawled in a chair by the center table, gazing blankly at nothing as he hears the clock strike once. It finally sinks in that Yunho isn’t coming for Christmas, and he gets up in order to clear the room. As he’s piling the uneaten food into his hands, he’s startled by the sudden opening of the door. Yunho rushes in, hair disheveled, panting.
“I know I’m late; I didn’t think traffic would be that bad, it’s that stupid driver’s fault for driving so slow, can you forgive-” Yunho’s words cut off as Yoochun, saying nothing, goes over and wraps his arms around him, burying his face into Yunho’s shoulders.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” Yoochun says, voice muffled by Yunho’s jacket.
Yunho chuckles as his arms go around Yoochun, drawing him closer. “Of course I would come,” he says softly. “It’s Christmas, and I haven’t seen you in such a long time.” He looks around, noticing the burnt candles, cold food in the piled up plates, and bites his bottom lip. “You were waiting for a long time, weren’t you?” he asks quietly.
Yoochun simply shrugs and reaches behind him to turn on music, hoping that if nothing else will go right tonight, at least they’ll have music.
waiting for a long time, weren’t you?” he asks quietly.
Yoochun simply shrugs and reaches behind him to turn on music, hoping that if nothing else will go right tonight, at least they’ll have music.
Magic Castle begins to play, and Yunho feels a smile threaten to appear onto his face as he remembers how Yoochun had slyly tried to make him jealous with Yoona. His mouth twitches, and he starts to hum under his breath, rocking them in place. He leans down to Yoochun’s ear and whispers, “I’m sorry, Yoochun-ah. Forgive me.”
Yoochun lifts his head and, grinning, says, “Only if you have a present for me.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Just like a child.” He removes one of his arms from around Yoochun and reaches into his pocket, taking out a small box. “Here,” he says softly as he lifts it higher into Yoochun’s view. “Merry Christmas, Yoochun-ah. I hope you’ll like it.”
Yoochun silently opens it and what’s inside causes him to gasp. “It’s beautiful, Yunho,” he whispers, a finger going to caress the miniature grand piano resting in the box. It’s small and beautifully perfect in its black and gold scheme. Engraved onto its side, in a tiny, round font, is his name and a single music note. “How were you able to get this while in the army?” he asks.
Yunho smiles widely. “That’s for me to know, and you to… not know,” he replies cheekily. He laughs at the fake grimace Yoochun makes, and as he bends down for a kiss, he murmurs, “I’m going to have to leave soon, so you should make time fly as slow as possible.”
After a brief kiss, Yoochun breaks away, and as he takes the food inside the kitchen in order to reheat them, he replies over his shoulder, “You think I don’t know that? I know exactly what I want to do.”
A few minutes later, Yunho and he are clinking glasses of wine together, and they smile at each other from across the table, happy at being able to spend time together, even if it’s not truly Christmas.
Yoochun/Yunho
G
Fluff/slight AU.
759 words
Yunho's in the army, and Yoochun is waiting for him to come home in order to celebrate Christmas together.
Written for emda at the Secret Santa fic exchange at hug______.
The candle flares easily to life as he touches the wick with a lit match. He turns to check if every single candle in the room has been lit-they have. He smiles in anticipation for Yunho to arrive; it’s been months since they’ve last seen each other, and today is Christmas, the night when Yunho is allowed to leave the military in order to spend time with his family and friends.
Everything in the room and the house has been fussed over by him according to his romantic nature; there are lit candles everywhere, music playing softly in the background, lights dimmed appropriately, roses on the table with tapered candles and red wine… Now the only thing he needs is for Yunho to come home and share the dinner he had bullied Jaejoong into making.
He closes his eyes, listening to the music-it’s Chopin, a composer who he had always loved-and pretends that he’s dancing with Yunho, twirling smoothly around the floor, his footsteps matching perfectly with the waltz.
The old grandfather clock in the study above him strikes eleven times, telling Yoochun that Christmas is almost over. He wonders why Yunho isn’t here yet; he notices that the candles have almost been burnt down to the very bottom, the food is growing cold, and the roses are beginning to wilt.
“Where are you, Yunho?” he whispers.
He’s sprawled in a chair by the center table, gazing blankly at nothing as he hears the clock strike once. It finally sinks in that Yunho isn’t coming for Christmas, and he gets up in order to clear the room. As he’s piling the uneaten food into his hands, he’s startled by the sudden opening of the door. Yunho rushes in, hair disheveled, panting.
“I know I’m late; I didn’t think traffic would be that bad, it’s that stupid driver’s fault for driving so slow, can you forgive-” Yunho’s words cut off as Yoochun, saying nothing, goes over and wraps his arms around him, burying his face into Yunho’s shoulders.
“I thought you weren’t coming,” Yoochun says, voice muffled by Yunho’s jacket.
Yunho chuckles as his arms go around Yoochun, drawing him closer. “Of course I would come,” he says softly. “It’s Christmas, and I haven’t seen you in such a long time.” He looks around, noticing the burnt candles, cold food in the piled up plates, and bites his bottom lip. “You were waiting for a long time, weren’t you?” he asks quietly.
Yoochun simply shrugs and reaches behind him to turn on music, hoping that if nothing else will go right tonight, at least they’ll have music.
waiting for a long time, weren’t you?” he asks quietly.
Yoochun simply shrugs and reaches behind him to turn on music, hoping that if nothing else will go right tonight, at least they’ll have music.
Magic Castle begins to play, and Yunho feels a smile threaten to appear onto his face as he remembers how Yoochun had slyly tried to make him jealous with Yoona. His mouth twitches, and he starts to hum under his breath, rocking them in place. He leans down to Yoochun’s ear and whispers, “I’m sorry, Yoochun-ah. Forgive me.”
Yoochun lifts his head and, grinning, says, “Only if you have a present for me.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Just like a child.” He removes one of his arms from around Yoochun and reaches into his pocket, taking out a small box. “Here,” he says softly as he lifts it higher into Yoochun’s view. “Merry Christmas, Yoochun-ah. I hope you’ll like it.”
Yoochun silently opens it and what’s inside causes him to gasp. “It’s beautiful, Yunho,” he whispers, a finger going to caress the miniature grand piano resting in the box. It’s small and beautifully perfect in its black and gold scheme. Engraved onto its side, in a tiny, round font, is his name and a single music note. “How were you able to get this while in the army?” he asks.
Yunho smiles widely. “That’s for me to know, and you to… not know,” he replies cheekily. He laughs at the fake grimace Yoochun makes, and as he bends down for a kiss, he murmurs, “I’m going to have to leave soon, so you should make time fly as slow as possible.”
After a brief kiss, Yoochun breaks away, and as he takes the food inside the kitchen in order to reheat them, he replies over his shoulder, “You think I don’t know that? I know exactly what I want to do.”
A few minutes later, Yunho and he are clinking glasses of wine together, and they smile at each other from across the table, happy at being able to spend time together, even if it’s not truly Christmas.