(for saranghaedyo) try try again
For: saranghaedyo
Title: try try again
Rating: PG
Word count: ~2110
Summary: Jongdae wants to propose to Kyungsoo, but only succeeds at making a fool of himself.
Jongdae and Kyungsoo have been dating for going on seven years and living together for three of them. It’s become somewhat of a routine-Jongdae likes to wake up first so that he can cling to Kyungsoo’s back, wrap his arms snug around Kyungsoo’s chest, and get in a good few minutes of cuddle time. He likes to press his face right up against the base of Kyungsoo’s neck and press little kisses there until Kyungsoo slowly wakes up. Sometimes Kyungsoo wakes up with a smile, sometimes with a grunt, sometimes with a nasty kick to Jongdae’s shin.
Today is different. Today, Kyungsoo is already awake by the time Jongdae opens his eyes, but he’s not out of bed and getting ready for the day like he usually is when he wakes up first. He’s staring at Jongdae, a soft little smile on his face. Jongdae smiles back at him and scoots closer so that his face is just a few inches from Kyungsoo’s.
“Hi,” Jongdae says, reaching out and letting his palm rest against the warm skin of Kyungsoo’s hip.
“Hi,” Kyungsoo says, slow and soft, his little half smile still in place.
Jongdae leans forward to bridge the few inches between them, but Kyungsoo reaches out a hand and shoves it into Jongdae’s face with a laugh.
“No morning breath,” Kyungsoo says, using his hand to push Jongdae’s face away from him.
Jongdae pouts. He’s been with Kyungsoo long enough to know that Kyungsoo hates morning kisses and stays mad at Jongdae for hours when he infects him with morning breath. But Jongdae’s also been with Kyungsoo long enough to know that sometimes the rules have to be broken.
Jongdae pulls Kyungsoo’s hand away from his face and pins it to the bed before he leaps over Kyungsoo’s body and straddles him. Kyungsoo protests with a shout, but he’s laughing, even as he twists his face left and right in an attempt to avoid Jongdae’s incoming kiss attack.
Just before Jongdae’s lips reach Kyungsoo’s, he pauses. He takes in the sound of Kyungsoo’s bright laughter, the curve of his smile, the messy bed head that only gets worse as he struggles, the little crusties in the corner of his eyes that should probably be gross but Jongdae thinks are cute. He leans down and presses his lips to Kyungsoo’s, morning breath be damned, and thinks: I want to marry this man.
The first time is a disaster.
Jongdae makes reservations for a fancy restaurant that serves tiny portions and has expensive wine. He and Kyungsoo get dressed up in their best suits-Jongdae's is a little too tight because he hasn't worn it since his college graduation, but he makes it work because he doesn't have any other option.
The food is good and the waiter is nice, and Kyungsoo is in a good enough mood that he laughs at all of Jongdae's jokes, even the stupid ones. Jongdae holds his hand across the table and admires the curve of Kyungsoo's full lips and the slope of his cheekbones in the candlelight.
After a minute, Kyungsoo scoffs. "Stop staring."
"You're just so beautiful," Jongdae says with a cheeky smile.
"I know, but you've got plenty of time to admire it when we get home," Kyungsoo says, reaching his foot out under the table and running it up the side of Jongdae's calf.
Jongdae's eyes widen, heat pooling in his stomach, and he would want to go home right at that moment if it wasn't for the pesky ring burning a hole in his jacket pocket. His hands shake just slightly as he reaches into his pocket and tries to pull the ring box out, but it gets stuck on the edge of the pocket and tumbles to the ground when Jongdae tries to jerk it free, rolling underneath the table.
“What was that?” Kyungsoo asks when he hears the box meet the floor, leaning down to peak under the table.
“No, no, just my fork!” Jongdae almost shouts, frantic, and bends down quickly to reach under the table and grab it. He reaches down so far that he hears a loud rip as the back seam of his pants gives out, and he jerks his head back up that he clunks it hard against the wooden table.
Finally, Jongdae sits back up in his seat, his pants ripped and his head aching.
“Oh my god,” Kyungsoo says, and he tries to cover his laugh with his hand but Jongdae can still make it out in the delighted curve of his eyes and the cadence of his voice. “Are you okay?”
Jongdae cheeks feel like they’re on fire and his head is pounding, but he’s got the ring securely back in his pocket, so he can only manage to nod. Kyungsoo laughs a little louder then, reaching across the table to grab Jongdae’s hand and run his thumb across the back of Jongdae’s knuckles. It almost makes Jongdae feel better, until he has to walk home with Kyungsoo’s suit jacket wrapped around his waist and see Kyungsoo’s ringless finger when he tries to hold his hand.
The second time, Jongdae tries to plan a little bit further in advance. He enlists the help of Baekhyun and Chanyeol to gather everyone they know and even some strangers into creating a flash mob that can lead into his proposal to Kyungsoo. It takes weeks for everyone to meet together and practice the choreography, but Jongdae can’t stop picturing the look on Kyungsoo’s face when Jongdae joins in with the flash mob and then gets down on one knee and-yeah. He wants to see the look on Kyungsoo’s face.
On the day of The Proposal (the real one because the first attempt doesn’t count and is to be forgotten), Jongdae cajoles Kyungsoo into going on a walk in the park with him.
Kyungsoo wraps his coat further around himself and burrows his face into his large scarf. “Why did you want to take a walk right now again?” Kyungsoo asks, and Jongdae can see his breath in the cold.
So maybe he didn’t plan this out perfectly, but it’s still going to work. He’s sure of it.
“We don’t spend enough time together, just you and me,” Jongdae says, reaching out to grab Kyungsoo’s hands and rub them together between his in an attempt to warm them up. “I just want to spend time with you.”
Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t protest when Jongdae continues to rub his hands and brings them toward his mouth to blow hot air on them. “We can spend time together indoors, you know,” he finally adds, after Jongdae’s hands have also gotten too cold to even warm up Kyungsoo’s.
“Fresh air!” Jongdae says, throwing his arm over Kyungsoo’s shoulder and pulling him close into his side.
They keep walking through the park for about five more minutes, and even though Kyungsoo complains the entire time, Jongdae is resolute that they can’t leave. The flash mob is supposed to be starting soon, and hopefully very soon, because he’s running out of excuses for them to need to stay outside in the freezing cold-and frankly, his balls are freezing off.
Just as he’s beginning to give up, and Kyungsoo’s complaints are starting to get extremely annoying, he hears the beginning notes of a very familiar song. He tightens his grip on Kyungsoo’s shoulder and turns to see Kyungsoo looking back and forth across the park in confusion. Jongdae grins as the music gets louder, and a couple of dancers come out from behind the bushes to dance, and then-that’s it. The music continues, but no more dancers come out.
Jongdae gapes.
Kyungsoo chuckles. “I can’t tell if this is two weirdos dancing or some kind of failed flash mob.”
Jongdae laughs along as best he can, but on the inside he’s planning Byun Baekhyun’s murder because that is the only explanation for how this could go so horribly wrong-but his thoughts of murdering Baekhyun are interrupted when Kyungsoo reaches over and pokes him in the side, hard.
“Can we go home now?” he whines.
Jongdae almost forgets all of his troubles because a whiny, pouty Kyungsoo is the cutest thing he’s ever seen, but he can still feel the weight of the ring box sitting in his pocket, and his heart feels heavy with it.
The next time, Jongdae decides that simpler is better. The less things that can go wrong, the better. He’s going to make dinner for Kyungsoo, so that when Kyungsoo gets home from a long day at work he can sit down, relax, and be wooed into agreeing to marry Jongdae. It’s the perfect plan.
Jongdae’s a good enough cook that he can make a simple pasta dish that turns out edible, but he decides to get a little adventurous and attempt to bake a cake from scratch. He finds a recipe online and gathers all of the ingredients he needs. By the time he gets the pasta cooked, it’s only an hour until Kyungsoo gets home, and he wants to have the cake in the oven and the mess cleaned up, so he starts to get the ingredients together in a rush.
In his rush to add the flour, a huge cloud of it blows up in his face and coats his entire face and front of his chest. There’s a little too much in the mixing bowl as a result, but he figures it’s not important and quickly throws the pan into the oven. He knows he needs to go change, clean up, and the come back and clean the kitchen and plate the food. But he’s tired, so he resolves to rest on the sofa for a few minutes before getting back to work.
When he wakes up, all he can smell is burning. He jumps and runs to the kitchen, but Kyungsoo’s already there pulling the burnt cake out of the oven. Jongdae’s face falls and he collapses against the kitchen table with a groan, pressing his face into it so Kyungsoo won’t see his burning red cheeks.
“You’re here,” Jongdae says.
“I am,” Kyungsoo says, and Jongdae can hear him plopping the burnt cake onto the stove and closing the oven. “Not happy to see me?”
Jongdae pouts even though Kyungsoo can’t see it. “I messed up.”
Kyungsoo walks over and runs his hand through Jongdae’s hair, pausing to scratch his blunt nails against the base of Jongdae’s neck. Jongdae melts into his hands, relaxing instantly, and he’s reminded why he wants to even marry Kyungsoo in the first place. Kyungsoo, who is so wonderful and comforting and caring. Who is cute even when he’s grumpy and tries to hit everyone in sight.
“You did,” Kyungsoo says, squeezing the back of Jongdae’s neck. “But it’s okay. Go get changed and we’ll eat your pasta, okay?”
Jongdae grunts and stays face down on the table for a few more seconds before he finally sits up and heads to the bedroom to change out of his flour-covered clothes.
By the time he gets back, the pasta he made is plated and on the table and the burnt cake is nowhere in sight. Jongdae wants to Kyungsoo right about now, so he does. He reaches over, grabs Kyungsoo by the shoulders, and pulls him into a searing kiss.
“Love you,” Jongdae says, leaning forward to peck Kyungsoo once more on the lips before he takes his seat at the kitchen table.
“Yeah, yeah,” Kyungsoo says, slapping Jongdae on the back of the head before taking his own seat. “Love you too, idiot.”
It takes a couple of weeks for Jongdae to build up the courage to try again.
Kyungsoo’s sitting on the couch watching television while Jongdae lies down, his head in Kyungsoo’s lap. Kyungsoo hand is running its way through Jongdae’s hair, lulling him to sleep.
“Kyungsoo,” Jongdae says, so soft that he’s not sure Kyungsoo’s heard him until the hands in his hair stop moving. “Do you ever think about our future?”
There’s a pause, long enough that it makes Jongdae’s heart ache, before Kyungsoo’s chuckles.
“You are so stupid,” he says, flicking Jongdae on the cheek. “Yes, stupid, I think about our future. In fact, I may even want to marry you.”
“What?” Jongdae asks, sitting up and facing Kyungsoo with wide eyes. “You-really?”
Kyungsoo reaches out and clasps Jongdae’s face softly between his hands. “I have been waiting for you to ask me to marry you since you charged the ring on our joint checking account, idiot. Where is it?”
Title: try try again
Rating: PG
Word count: ~2110
Summary: Jongdae wants to propose to Kyungsoo, but only succeeds at making a fool of himself.
Jongdae and Kyungsoo have been dating for going on seven years and living together for three of them. It’s become somewhat of a routine-Jongdae likes to wake up first so that he can cling to Kyungsoo’s back, wrap his arms snug around Kyungsoo’s chest, and get in a good few minutes of cuddle time. He likes to press his face right up against the base of Kyungsoo’s neck and press little kisses there until Kyungsoo slowly wakes up. Sometimes Kyungsoo wakes up with a smile, sometimes with a grunt, sometimes with a nasty kick to Jongdae’s shin.
Today is different. Today, Kyungsoo is already awake by the time Jongdae opens his eyes, but he’s not out of bed and getting ready for the day like he usually is when he wakes up first. He’s staring at Jongdae, a soft little smile on his face. Jongdae smiles back at him and scoots closer so that his face is just a few inches from Kyungsoo’s.
“Hi,” Jongdae says, reaching out and letting his palm rest against the warm skin of Kyungsoo’s hip.
“Hi,” Kyungsoo says, slow and soft, his little half smile still in place.
Jongdae leans forward to bridge the few inches between them, but Kyungsoo reaches out a hand and shoves it into Jongdae’s face with a laugh.
“No morning breath,” Kyungsoo says, using his hand to push Jongdae’s face away from him.
Jongdae pouts. He’s been with Kyungsoo long enough to know that Kyungsoo hates morning kisses and stays mad at Jongdae for hours when he infects him with morning breath. But Jongdae’s also been with Kyungsoo long enough to know that sometimes the rules have to be broken.
Jongdae pulls Kyungsoo’s hand away from his face and pins it to the bed before he leaps over Kyungsoo’s body and straddles him. Kyungsoo protests with a shout, but he’s laughing, even as he twists his face left and right in an attempt to avoid Jongdae’s incoming kiss attack.
Just before Jongdae’s lips reach Kyungsoo’s, he pauses. He takes in the sound of Kyungsoo’s bright laughter, the curve of his smile, the messy bed head that only gets worse as he struggles, the little crusties in the corner of his eyes that should probably be gross but Jongdae thinks are cute. He leans down and presses his lips to Kyungsoo’s, morning breath be damned, and thinks: I want to marry this man.
The first time is a disaster.
Jongdae makes reservations for a fancy restaurant that serves tiny portions and has expensive wine. He and Kyungsoo get dressed up in their best suits-Jongdae's is a little too tight because he hasn't worn it since his college graduation, but he makes it work because he doesn't have any other option.
The food is good and the waiter is nice, and Kyungsoo is in a good enough mood that he laughs at all of Jongdae's jokes, even the stupid ones. Jongdae holds his hand across the table and admires the curve of Kyungsoo's full lips and the slope of his cheekbones in the candlelight.
After a minute, Kyungsoo scoffs. "Stop staring."
"You're just so beautiful," Jongdae says with a cheeky smile.
"I know, but you've got plenty of time to admire it when we get home," Kyungsoo says, reaching his foot out under the table and running it up the side of Jongdae's calf.
Jongdae's eyes widen, heat pooling in his stomach, and he would want to go home right at that moment if it wasn't for the pesky ring burning a hole in his jacket pocket. His hands shake just slightly as he reaches into his pocket and tries to pull the ring box out, but it gets stuck on the edge of the pocket and tumbles to the ground when Jongdae tries to jerk it free, rolling underneath the table.
“What was that?” Kyungsoo asks when he hears the box meet the floor, leaning down to peak under the table.
“No, no, just my fork!” Jongdae almost shouts, frantic, and bends down quickly to reach under the table and grab it. He reaches down so far that he hears a loud rip as the back seam of his pants gives out, and he jerks his head back up that he clunks it hard against the wooden table.
Finally, Jongdae sits back up in his seat, his pants ripped and his head aching.
“Oh my god,” Kyungsoo says, and he tries to cover his laugh with his hand but Jongdae can still make it out in the delighted curve of his eyes and the cadence of his voice. “Are you okay?”
Jongdae cheeks feel like they’re on fire and his head is pounding, but he’s got the ring securely back in his pocket, so he can only manage to nod. Kyungsoo laughs a little louder then, reaching across the table to grab Jongdae’s hand and run his thumb across the back of Jongdae’s knuckles. It almost makes Jongdae feel better, until he has to walk home with Kyungsoo’s suit jacket wrapped around his waist and see Kyungsoo’s ringless finger when he tries to hold his hand.
The second time, Jongdae tries to plan a little bit further in advance. He enlists the help of Baekhyun and Chanyeol to gather everyone they know and even some strangers into creating a flash mob that can lead into his proposal to Kyungsoo. It takes weeks for everyone to meet together and practice the choreography, but Jongdae can’t stop picturing the look on Kyungsoo’s face when Jongdae joins in with the flash mob and then gets down on one knee and-yeah. He wants to see the look on Kyungsoo’s face.
On the day of The Proposal (the real one because the first attempt doesn’t count and is to be forgotten), Jongdae cajoles Kyungsoo into going on a walk in the park with him.
Kyungsoo wraps his coat further around himself and burrows his face into his large scarf. “Why did you want to take a walk right now again?” Kyungsoo asks, and Jongdae can see his breath in the cold.
So maybe he didn’t plan this out perfectly, but it’s still going to work. He’s sure of it.
“We don’t spend enough time together, just you and me,” Jongdae says, reaching out to grab Kyungsoo’s hands and rub them together between his in an attempt to warm them up. “I just want to spend time with you.”
Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t protest when Jongdae continues to rub his hands and brings them toward his mouth to blow hot air on them. “We can spend time together indoors, you know,” he finally adds, after Jongdae’s hands have also gotten too cold to even warm up Kyungsoo’s.
“Fresh air!” Jongdae says, throwing his arm over Kyungsoo’s shoulder and pulling him close into his side.
They keep walking through the park for about five more minutes, and even though Kyungsoo complains the entire time, Jongdae is resolute that they can’t leave. The flash mob is supposed to be starting soon, and hopefully very soon, because he’s running out of excuses for them to need to stay outside in the freezing cold-and frankly, his balls are freezing off.
Just as he’s beginning to give up, and Kyungsoo’s complaints are starting to get extremely annoying, he hears the beginning notes of a very familiar song. He tightens his grip on Kyungsoo’s shoulder and turns to see Kyungsoo looking back and forth across the park in confusion. Jongdae grins as the music gets louder, and a couple of dancers come out from behind the bushes to dance, and then-that’s it. The music continues, but no more dancers come out.
Jongdae gapes.
Kyungsoo chuckles. “I can’t tell if this is two weirdos dancing or some kind of failed flash mob.”
Jongdae laughs along as best he can, but on the inside he’s planning Byun Baekhyun’s murder because that is the only explanation for how this could go so horribly wrong-but his thoughts of murdering Baekhyun are interrupted when Kyungsoo reaches over and pokes him in the side, hard.
“Can we go home now?” he whines.
Jongdae almost forgets all of his troubles because a whiny, pouty Kyungsoo is the cutest thing he’s ever seen, but he can still feel the weight of the ring box sitting in his pocket, and his heart feels heavy with it.
The next time, Jongdae decides that simpler is better. The less things that can go wrong, the better. He’s going to make dinner for Kyungsoo, so that when Kyungsoo gets home from a long day at work he can sit down, relax, and be wooed into agreeing to marry Jongdae. It’s the perfect plan.
Jongdae’s a good enough cook that he can make a simple pasta dish that turns out edible, but he decides to get a little adventurous and attempt to bake a cake from scratch. He finds a recipe online and gathers all of the ingredients he needs. By the time he gets the pasta cooked, it’s only an hour until Kyungsoo gets home, and he wants to have the cake in the oven and the mess cleaned up, so he starts to get the ingredients together in a rush.
In his rush to add the flour, a huge cloud of it blows up in his face and coats his entire face and front of his chest. There’s a little too much in the mixing bowl as a result, but he figures it’s not important and quickly throws the pan into the oven. He knows he needs to go change, clean up, and the come back and clean the kitchen and plate the food. But he’s tired, so he resolves to rest on the sofa for a few minutes before getting back to work.
When he wakes up, all he can smell is burning. He jumps and runs to the kitchen, but Kyungsoo’s already there pulling the burnt cake out of the oven. Jongdae’s face falls and he collapses against the kitchen table with a groan, pressing his face into it so Kyungsoo won’t see his burning red cheeks.
“You’re here,” Jongdae says.
“I am,” Kyungsoo says, and Jongdae can hear him plopping the burnt cake onto the stove and closing the oven. “Not happy to see me?”
Jongdae pouts even though Kyungsoo can’t see it. “I messed up.”
Kyungsoo walks over and runs his hand through Jongdae’s hair, pausing to scratch his blunt nails against the base of Jongdae’s neck. Jongdae melts into his hands, relaxing instantly, and he’s reminded why he wants to even marry Kyungsoo in the first place. Kyungsoo, who is so wonderful and comforting and caring. Who is cute even when he’s grumpy and tries to hit everyone in sight.
“You did,” Kyungsoo says, squeezing the back of Jongdae’s neck. “But it’s okay. Go get changed and we’ll eat your pasta, okay?”
Jongdae grunts and stays face down on the table for a few more seconds before he finally sits up and heads to the bedroom to change out of his flour-covered clothes.
By the time he gets back, the pasta he made is plated and on the table and the burnt cake is nowhere in sight. Jongdae wants to Kyungsoo right about now, so he does. He reaches over, grabs Kyungsoo by the shoulders, and pulls him into a searing kiss.
“Love you,” Jongdae says, leaning forward to peck Kyungsoo once more on the lips before he takes his seat at the kitchen table.
“Yeah, yeah,” Kyungsoo says, slapping Jongdae on the back of the head before taking his own seat. “Love you too, idiot.”
It takes a couple of weeks for Jongdae to build up the courage to try again.
Kyungsoo’s sitting on the couch watching television while Jongdae lies down, his head in Kyungsoo’s lap. Kyungsoo hand is running its way through Jongdae’s hair, lulling him to sleep.
“Kyungsoo,” Jongdae says, so soft that he’s not sure Kyungsoo’s heard him until the hands in his hair stop moving. “Do you ever think about our future?”
There’s a pause, long enough that it makes Jongdae’s heart ache, before Kyungsoo’s chuckles.
“You are so stupid,” he says, flicking Jongdae on the cheek. “Yes, stupid, I think about our future. In fact, I may even want to marry you.”
“What?” Jongdae asks, sitting up and facing Kyungsoo with wide eyes. “You-really?”
Kyungsoo reaches out and clasps Jongdae’s face softly between his hands. “I have been waiting for you to ask me to marry you since you charged the ring on our joint checking account, idiot. Where is it?”