Grumpy Old Man
Title: "Grumpy Old Man"
Author: Yours truly. ;D
Warning: By this point, if you're reading this, you should know what I can come up with.
Note: Well, this was interesting...
“La…”
“Don’t take that tone with me missy. I’m helping you! It’s not every day you’re man turns 31. Shoot, in a few years we’ll be celebrating the big 40 with him! You’ll be what? 33, 34?”
“Something like that.” Silver muttered, wincing when the brunette twisted another roller up tight in her hair. “Please don’t remind him of that ok? I think he’s starting to feel a little…old.”
La let out a snort, dragging a brush through the blond lock she held. “Old? Please. 31 is not old. Hell, I’m a few years out from there and I -certainly- am not old.”
Silver shrugged, leaning forward to grab her drink. “I know that. But he’s the oldest here you know. “
“No he isn’t. I’m pretty sure the entire Japanese resistance has a good 5 years on him.”
“It’s different. They’re not here all the time and the ones we keep saving get younger and younger…”
“I know. I get what you’re saying. He has seemed a little grumpy lately.”
Silver sighed, rubbing her eyes. “He has been. He’s been supremely short with me for like 2 weeks, he’s been working all though the night…” She motioned for La to lean in. “We haven’t had sex in like… a week and a half.”
La’s eyes widened comically in the mirror. “Are you SERIOUS? Now I know something is wrong. Normally you have to beat him off with a stick, I’ve been noticing he’s less and less touchy lately. What the heck is going on?”
Silver hung her head. “He hasn’t kissed me in 2 days…”
La gaped at her through the mirror. “You have got to be kidding!” When the blond just shook her head, La hugged her. “Don’t you worry bunny, we’ll take care of this.
Silver gave her a halfhearted smile. “Thanks La… But I think this is something I have to deal with on my own.”
La gave a sagely nod, setting the final roller. “I agree, but I he gives you trouble, we’ll get Aoi on it.”
Silver chuckled, standing up from the chair. “You bet. Help me pick out my dress; I was thinking that red one shoulder number.”
“Oh, fabulous choice!”
***
Silver ran a hand though her perfectly curled hair and pushed the door to her mate’s office open, smiling when she spotted him behind the desk. He was hunched over the desk, scribbling something down. She often would just watch him, glad she got on that plane all those years ago. His shoulder length hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and he was in his usual leather pants/tank top combo. She loved and hated those pants. She loved them because they made his ass look amazing, and she hated them because they were a bitch to clean and he always got blood on them. She took a step into the room, and his body language changed. His shoulders relaxed almost instantly, and the closer she got the more relaxed he appeared. Silver continued to be amazed by the mate bond of kin, even as their bond grew stronger. They could have full conversations mentally now, and she was able to pin point him just about anywhere in the house. She knew it was stronger for him, so she wondered what had him so out of sorts.
“Hey Silv…” He murmured, sighing when she slid her hands onto his shoulders. “You look beautiful.”
The blond beamed, beginning to rub his shoulders. “Hi baby… Happy birthday.”
Jihoon sighed again, sounding less relaxed. “Yeah, I guess.”
Silver frowned, tugging at the desk chair. “Okay buddy. I’ve been handling you with kid gloves for 2 weeks now.” She walked around the chair and hopped up onto the desk, crossing her legs. “What the heck is going on with you? You’ve been snipping at me, yelling at me even, for 2 weeks. You haven’t touched me in a week. What’s wrong? Talk to me!”
Jihoon just stared for a moment. “I think I’m losing my edge.”
Silver had to remind herself not to stare at him like he was an idiot. “What do you mean, ‘losing your edge?’”
Jihoon leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. “I’m not as fast as I used to be, not as strong. We’ve got 18 year olds kicking more ass then me and-“
“Babe. Stop talking and listen to me. Yeah, you’re older. So what? These 18 year olds couldn’t wipe their ass if you didn’t tell them how. So they’re doing more damage then you, YOUR teaching them how to do the damage.” The blond planted the ball of her heel on his chest. “You’re a leader here. You’re their leader. Yeah, Yunnie’s the leader leader, but you’re THEIR leader. They look to you to teach them, and help them. I know you miss the field, but our roles change. They need you alive, Yunnie in all his youth needs you alive, Se7 needs you alive so he doesn’t have to screw up his manicure. Most importantly though…” Silv hopped off the desk and crawled into his lap “I need you alive. Who else is going to piss me off, make me deliriously happy, and give me babies? Taecyeon?”
Jihoon growled at that, wrapping both arms around her. “I’ll gut him first.”
Silver laughed, tugging the hair tie from his hair to scrape her nails across his scalp. “I would expect nothing less. Jihoon, I feel better that you aren’t out there. I’d rather dig bullets out of them then you, all day any day. I’m not going to stop you from going out though. After all… You need to stay in some semblance of shape, unless you’d like Taec to take over protecting me.”
Jihoon kissed her then, wrapping a lock of her hair around his finger. “That young punk doesn’t have shit on me.”
Silver grinned, tugging gently on his hair. “Everyone in the house knows that baby. Now…” She ran her finger down his chest. “I -was- going to say we’re going out to dinner. But, I’ve come up with a far better plan. I’m going to make you dinner, and we’re going to do whatever you want. But first... You know Wookie’s brand new desk chair came in today and he is out for the day…”
Jihoon’s eyebrows rose for a moment. “You can’t be serious.”
“Dead serious. Whatdya say we go christen his chair for him.”
Jihoon smirked, popping up out of his chair and tossing her over his shoulder. “I say that I love you, you crazy, revenge seeking woman.”
“I love you too you grumpy old man, now hurry, before he gets home.”
***
Silver yawned, tucking herself further into Jihoon’s chest as he flipped the channels. “You think he found it yet?”
Jihoon chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. “I think he’ll be finding it any minute…”
“DONGWOOK!”
The two glanced at each other, before bursting into laughter.
“What Min?”
“CARE TO EXPLAIN WHY THERE’S A BRA HANGING FROM YOUR DESK CHAIR?!”
“…A what - No….”
“NO YOU DON’T CARE TO EXPLAIN?!”
“That bastard.”
“WHAT?!”
“Min stop shrieking. That’s Silver’s bra.”
Min let out a god awful scream, and Silver could just see his face as he flung the thing across the room. “OH MY GOD EW.”
Silver smothered her laugh into Jihoon’s shoulder. “It’s just a bra.”
“But is his noona’s bra. In his mate’s office. He’ll be scarred from months babe.”
Silver grinned. “Well then… I’ve had my revenge.”
“Oh honestly you two, it’s just a bra! Give it to me, I’ll take it back. God you guys are weird.”
Silver grinned, leaning down to snatch Jihoon’s tank off the floor and pull it over her head. “Let me go get my bra back from La.”
Jihoon just nodded, watching her go. “Hurry back, I still have an hour of birthday.”
Silver rolled her eyes, poking her head out the door. “Howdy boys. You found my bra! Boy, we were looking for that. Thanks La.”
La grinned, handing over the lingerie. “You are most welcome. See you tomorrow sometime?”
“Maybe. He has a week to make up for.”
Author: Yours truly. ;D
Warning: By this point, if you're reading this, you should know what I can come up with.
Note: Well, this was interesting...
“La…”
“Don’t take that tone with me missy. I’m helping you! It’s not every day you’re man turns 31. Shoot, in a few years we’ll be celebrating the big 40 with him! You’ll be what? 33, 34?”
“Something like that.” Silver muttered, wincing when the brunette twisted another roller up tight in her hair. “Please don’t remind him of that ok? I think he’s starting to feel a little…old.”
La let out a snort, dragging a brush through the blond lock she held. “Old? Please. 31 is not old. Hell, I’m a few years out from there and I -certainly- am not old.”
Silver shrugged, leaning forward to grab her drink. “I know that. But he’s the oldest here you know. “
“No he isn’t. I’m pretty sure the entire Japanese resistance has a good 5 years on him.”
“It’s different. They’re not here all the time and the ones we keep saving get younger and younger…”
“I know. I get what you’re saying. He has seemed a little grumpy lately.”
Silver sighed, rubbing her eyes. “He has been. He’s been supremely short with me for like 2 weeks, he’s been working all though the night…” She motioned for La to lean in. “We haven’t had sex in like… a week and a half.”
La’s eyes widened comically in the mirror. “Are you SERIOUS? Now I know something is wrong. Normally you have to beat him off with a stick, I’ve been noticing he’s less and less touchy lately. What the heck is going on?”
Silver hung her head. “He hasn’t kissed me in 2 days…”
La gaped at her through the mirror. “You have got to be kidding!” When the blond just shook her head, La hugged her. “Don’t you worry bunny, we’ll take care of this.
Silver gave her a halfhearted smile. “Thanks La… But I think this is something I have to deal with on my own.”
La gave a sagely nod, setting the final roller. “I agree, but I he gives you trouble, we’ll get Aoi on it.”
Silver chuckled, standing up from the chair. “You bet. Help me pick out my dress; I was thinking that red one shoulder number.”
“Oh, fabulous choice!”
***
Silver ran a hand though her perfectly curled hair and pushed the door to her mate’s office open, smiling when she spotted him behind the desk. He was hunched over the desk, scribbling something down. She often would just watch him, glad she got on that plane all those years ago. His shoulder length hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and he was in his usual leather pants/tank top combo. She loved and hated those pants. She loved them because they made his ass look amazing, and she hated them because they were a bitch to clean and he always got blood on them. She took a step into the room, and his body language changed. His shoulders relaxed almost instantly, and the closer she got the more relaxed he appeared. Silver continued to be amazed by the mate bond of kin, even as their bond grew stronger. They could have full conversations mentally now, and she was able to pin point him just about anywhere in the house. She knew it was stronger for him, so she wondered what had him so out of sorts.
“Hey Silv…” He murmured, sighing when she slid her hands onto his shoulders. “You look beautiful.”
The blond beamed, beginning to rub his shoulders. “Hi baby… Happy birthday.”
Jihoon sighed again, sounding less relaxed. “Yeah, I guess.”
Silver frowned, tugging at the desk chair. “Okay buddy. I’ve been handling you with kid gloves for 2 weeks now.” She walked around the chair and hopped up onto the desk, crossing her legs. “What the heck is going on with you? You’ve been snipping at me, yelling at me even, for 2 weeks. You haven’t touched me in a week. What’s wrong? Talk to me!”
Jihoon just stared for a moment. “I think I’m losing my edge.”
Silver had to remind herself not to stare at him like he was an idiot. “What do you mean, ‘losing your edge?’”
Jihoon leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes. “I’m not as fast as I used to be, not as strong. We’ve got 18 year olds kicking more ass then me and-“
“Babe. Stop talking and listen to me. Yeah, you’re older. So what? These 18 year olds couldn’t wipe their ass if you didn’t tell them how. So they’re doing more damage then you, YOUR teaching them how to do the damage.” The blond planted the ball of her heel on his chest. “You’re a leader here. You’re their leader. Yeah, Yunnie’s the leader leader, but you’re THEIR leader. They look to you to teach them, and help them. I know you miss the field, but our roles change. They need you alive, Yunnie in all his youth needs you alive, Se7 needs you alive so he doesn’t have to screw up his manicure. Most importantly though…” Silv hopped off the desk and crawled into his lap “I need you alive. Who else is going to piss me off, make me deliriously happy, and give me babies? Taecyeon?”
Jihoon growled at that, wrapping both arms around her. “I’ll gut him first.”
Silver laughed, tugging the hair tie from his hair to scrape her nails across his scalp. “I would expect nothing less. Jihoon, I feel better that you aren’t out there. I’d rather dig bullets out of them then you, all day any day. I’m not going to stop you from going out though. After all… You need to stay in some semblance of shape, unless you’d like Taec to take over protecting me.”
Jihoon kissed her then, wrapping a lock of her hair around his finger. “That young punk doesn’t have shit on me.”
Silver grinned, tugging gently on his hair. “Everyone in the house knows that baby. Now…” She ran her finger down his chest. “I -was- going to say we’re going out to dinner. But, I’ve come up with a far better plan. I’m going to make you dinner, and we’re going to do whatever you want. But first... You know Wookie’s brand new desk chair came in today and he is out for the day…”
Jihoon’s eyebrows rose for a moment. “You can’t be serious.”
“Dead serious. Whatdya say we go christen his chair for him.”
Jihoon smirked, popping up out of his chair and tossing her over his shoulder. “I say that I love you, you crazy, revenge seeking woman.”
“I love you too you grumpy old man, now hurry, before he gets home.”
***
Silver yawned, tucking herself further into Jihoon’s chest as he flipped the channels. “You think he found it yet?”
Jihoon chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. “I think he’ll be finding it any minute…”
“DONGWOOK!”
The two glanced at each other, before bursting into laughter.
“What Min?”
“CARE TO EXPLAIN WHY THERE’S A BRA HANGING FROM YOUR DESK CHAIR?!”
“…A what - No….”
“NO YOU DON’T CARE TO EXPLAIN?!”
“That bastard.”
“WHAT?!”
“Min stop shrieking. That’s Silver’s bra.”
Min let out a god awful scream, and Silver could just see his face as he flung the thing across the room. “OH MY GOD EW.”
Silver smothered her laugh into Jihoon’s shoulder. “It’s just a bra.”
“But is his noona’s bra. In his mate’s office. He’ll be scarred from months babe.”
Silver grinned. “Well then… I’ve had my revenge.”
“Oh honestly you two, it’s just a bra! Give it to me, I’ll take it back. God you guys are weird.”
Silver grinned, leaning down to snatch Jihoon’s tank off the floor and pull it over her head. “Let me go get my bra back from La.”
Jihoon just nodded, watching her go. “Hurry back, I still have an hour of birthday.”
Silver rolled her eyes, poking her head out the door. “Howdy boys. You found my bra! Boy, we were looking for that. Thanks La.”
La grinned, handing over the lingerie. “You are most welcome. See you tomorrow sometime?”
“Maybe. He has a week to make up for.”