Wrapped in Your Arms ~
Title: Wrapped in your arms
Pairing: Junsu/OC
Length: One-shot
Rating: PG
Summary: he simply forgot what the 12th of December stood for.
Standing by the door of the bathroom, he dried his hair with a towel while the steam of the previous shower escaped to the room. He stared at her back while she sat on the bed with her sketching book as she always did when she waited for him to shower and come to bed. He smiled wide seeing how she pouted at the picture she was drawing and glared after, as if the mistake she did would erase itself if she glared at it.
“Junchan” she left up her head and called when she felt the warm steam finally reaching her. She put her sketches down and stared at him from head to toe, from his exposed chest, beautifully shaped arms to the sweat pants that hid his long legs and S-line. It was heartwarming to her, that after all these years she still found him as attractive the day she met him. She extended her arms, titled her head, smiled and whispered, “ Come to bed”.
It was around two hours later when she sniffled in his neck, dead tired and hardly able to keep her open. “Junsu” she breathed out. The arms around her waist drew her closer; she knew it was her answer. “What are you doing tomorrow?” she didn’t get an answer, not immediately and the rise and low of his chest told her he was deep asleep. “hmm? I’m. . going to the soccer game . . With Junho I already told. . you” he let out heavily. It’s as if her heart sank deeper with every word. She broke out of the embrace to sleep on the other side. Soccer game huh?
. . .
The smell of pancakes teased his nose; he wrinkled alittle before he opened his eyes. He extended his arms that held her not so long ago, but now their were empty. It was odd. She never really liked to leave his arms in the morning, she always stayed in bed till he left since there was no reason left for her to stay.
He check himself in the mirror, he wore a white hoodie with the name of his favorite team written all over it, the white tight pants did his body justice and the green sneakers gave his outfit color.
He sat on the dinning table watching her turning off the stove, placing the honey jar and fresh strawberries in front of him. She smiled but her smile didn’t reach her eyes “Good morning” she sat beside him. “You are up early” he stated digging in his food in his usual -lightening fast- speed. “I wanted to make Junho and you snakes for the game” her smile remained the same.
“Are you okay?” he questioned her. She stood up and headed for the kitchen. “I am”
. . .
He stood by the door as she placed the matching bentos in his hands “When are you coming home?” she asked smoothly. “late, we will either celebrate after the game or go out drinking ranting about the loss.”
“Oh” she swallowed a hidden limp in her throat “Okay”.
“Noudi” He said as she walked away from him.
She stood there shocked and happy. He remembered.
She turned around smiling at him. It was about time.
“Don’t wait up”. She never thought that 3 simple words is able to suck the breaths out of her chest and leave her to die inside.
. . .
It was alright, it was alright if he didn’t plan anything special. It was alright if they just sat infront of the TV all night long, at least they would have been together, they would have spent it together.
Was it the amount of years they spent together? Was he bored for her? Was their life empty of sparks now? Was it more important to watch a match than to spend the day with her?
She touched the locket around her neck with their picture in it. 12.12.2010
She caressed the sketching book and the art supplies that she treasured the most. 12.12.2011 She touched her wedding ring 12.12.2012
Her third and most precious gift she received from him. His proposal on 12-12-2012 on a special date with a special costume made ring to fit the love he carried for her.
She couldn’t breathe any more, her tears threatened to spill in any second,
She bit her lips to block all their happy celebration of the date.
And lucky for her a distraction came in the shape of a ringing phone.
. . .
They went for a walk instead of the plans the other had. She was thankful that her best friend knew well enough to cancel their dinner reservation along with all events she planned. Even though December was freezing cold in there she was welling to walk along with her. a really good friend. Noudi needed that needed the cold to numb her up, to distract her of the thought that she’d be alone all night long Tonight. She needed the cold to freeze her pain and the warmth of a friend to heat up her heart. She needed it.
. . .
She bid her goodbye even though she offered to spend the night to celebrate with her. Noudi just couldn’t handle it, she knew the moment that she’d walk in the apartment she’d cry her heart out.
And now that she was on her doorsteps, she did.
She cried her excitement for this special day, the fact that she wasn’t only forgotten; she didn’t receive a phone call, a text message from him. He didn’t even return her calls.
Tears run harshly on her cheeks, it run deep especially with all she had planned for his birthday. The one only 3 days away from hers. A one that was not forgotten.
. . .
She dried her tears as she turned the knob and stepped in. she didn’t leave the lights off, she was sure she left them on but thinking about it just made her head hurts from all the crying she did before.
She stepped even further before she felt arms coming for behind forcing her eyes shut. It wasn’t long after when the hands where replaced with a blindfold. She was about to scream when she felt them. The small hands being linked to hers. She knew those hands so well. In every way possible. From when she was wrapped in them in their first hug, when he passed his English Final after long nights of being tutored by her, and from when they rested on her shoulder when they exchanged their first kiss and when they caressed her arms, legs and cheeks softly when they first made love.
“Junsu” she breathed out and let herself be led to wherever they were going, she would follow him to the end of world, to the end of time.
The blindfold fell off, she found herself facing the most beautiful dinner setting in her life, she has been to every well-known restaurant there is, after all she was the wife of a weathlyman, but what she faced was more beautiful than anything she saw before. The white table sheet, the silver chandleries and the silver plate with a tiny dolphin on them, she smiled at the macroni and cheese it was probably the only thing he can cook.
She turned to the man standing beside her, gazing at every detail of her, the white dress she wore under her coat till the unspoken words in her eyes. She gazed back at the black vest he wore ontop of a tanktop she always loved him in it, if time stopped at that moment they would have continued staring at eachother for eternity.
“I thought . . “ she was caught by his lips claiming hers, and in the middle of their kiss she made out a “ you thought wrong”
their dinner went cold as the two kissed all night in the candle lights.
. . .
Cuddling up under the blanket both watched the sunrise of a new day. “ Where is my gift?” she lifted her head off his chest and looked up in his eyes. He frowned, showed her the ribbon wrapped around his wrist. “I thought it was clear I was your gift”
She chuckled “I don’t understand”. He fixed their positions so she’d face him but still be in his arms. “ You thought I’d forget something as important as your birthday. I live for you. I breath for you. I wake up every morning just to be with you. You complete me in every way possible. There are times there you seem unsure of my feelings for you, the love I carry. So this year I wanted to give myself to you. To give my everything for you. To spend every second of this worship your every detail till the next 12th of December where I’ll give myself all over again. Saranghaeyo nae Noudi-ah ~ Saranghaeyo nae cheonsa (My angel)”
End!
So yeah! It’s not the end I was planned for. It’s just that other endings didn’t fall nicely with the plot I’m sorry about that. !
My soulmate my Noudiah ~ This it for you. . HappyBirthday ! ‘10
If I really spent all my luck on something it would be you and I don’t regret it at all. Saranghaeyo <3
Hope you like it ~ Say HappyBirthday
Pairing: Junsu/OC
Length: One-shot
Rating: PG
Summary: he simply forgot what the 12th of December stood for.
Standing by the door of the bathroom, he dried his hair with a towel while the steam of the previous shower escaped to the room. He stared at her back while she sat on the bed with her sketching book as she always did when she waited for him to shower and come to bed. He smiled wide seeing how she pouted at the picture she was drawing and glared after, as if the mistake she did would erase itself if she glared at it.
“Junchan” she left up her head and called when she felt the warm steam finally reaching her. She put her sketches down and stared at him from head to toe, from his exposed chest, beautifully shaped arms to the sweat pants that hid his long legs and S-line. It was heartwarming to her, that after all these years she still found him as attractive the day she met him. She extended her arms, titled her head, smiled and whispered, “ Come to bed”.
It was around two hours later when she sniffled in his neck, dead tired and hardly able to keep her open. “Junsu” she breathed out. The arms around her waist drew her closer; she knew it was her answer. “What are you doing tomorrow?” she didn’t get an answer, not immediately and the rise and low of his chest told her he was deep asleep. “hmm? I’m. . going to the soccer game . . With Junho I already told. . you” he let out heavily. It’s as if her heart sank deeper with every word. She broke out of the embrace to sleep on the other side. Soccer game huh?
. . .
The smell of pancakes teased his nose; he wrinkled alittle before he opened his eyes. He extended his arms that held her not so long ago, but now their were empty. It was odd. She never really liked to leave his arms in the morning, she always stayed in bed till he left since there was no reason left for her to stay.
He check himself in the mirror, he wore a white hoodie with the name of his favorite team written all over it, the white tight pants did his body justice and the green sneakers gave his outfit color.
He sat on the dinning table watching her turning off the stove, placing the honey jar and fresh strawberries in front of him. She smiled but her smile didn’t reach her eyes “Good morning” she sat beside him. “You are up early” he stated digging in his food in his usual -lightening fast- speed. “I wanted to make Junho and you snakes for the game” her smile remained the same.
“Are you okay?” he questioned her. She stood up and headed for the kitchen. “I am”
. . .
He stood by the door as she placed the matching bentos in his hands “When are you coming home?” she asked smoothly. “late, we will either celebrate after the game or go out drinking ranting about the loss.”
“Oh” she swallowed a hidden limp in her throat “Okay”.
“Noudi” He said as she walked away from him.
She stood there shocked and happy. He remembered.
She turned around smiling at him. It was about time.
“Don’t wait up”. She never thought that 3 simple words is able to suck the breaths out of her chest and leave her to die inside.
. . .
It was alright, it was alright if he didn’t plan anything special. It was alright if they just sat infront of the TV all night long, at least they would have been together, they would have spent it together.
Was it the amount of years they spent together? Was he bored for her? Was their life empty of sparks now? Was it more important to watch a match than to spend the day with her?
She touched the locket around her neck with their picture in it. 12.12.2010
She caressed the sketching book and the art supplies that she treasured the most. 12.12.2011 She touched her wedding ring 12.12.2012
Her third and most precious gift she received from him. His proposal on 12-12-2012 on a special date with a special costume made ring to fit the love he carried for her.
She couldn’t breathe any more, her tears threatened to spill in any second,
She bit her lips to block all their happy celebration of the date.
And lucky for her a distraction came in the shape of a ringing phone.
. . .
They went for a walk instead of the plans the other had. She was thankful that her best friend knew well enough to cancel their dinner reservation along with all events she planned. Even though December was freezing cold in there she was welling to walk along with her. a really good friend. Noudi needed that needed the cold to numb her up, to distract her of the thought that she’d be alone all night long Tonight. She needed the cold to freeze her pain and the warmth of a friend to heat up her heart. She needed it.
. . .
She bid her goodbye even though she offered to spend the night to celebrate with her. Noudi just couldn’t handle it, she knew the moment that she’d walk in the apartment she’d cry her heart out.
And now that she was on her doorsteps, she did.
She cried her excitement for this special day, the fact that she wasn’t only forgotten; she didn’t receive a phone call, a text message from him. He didn’t even return her calls.
Tears run harshly on her cheeks, it run deep especially with all she had planned for his birthday. The one only 3 days away from hers. A one that was not forgotten.
. . .
She dried her tears as she turned the knob and stepped in. she didn’t leave the lights off, she was sure she left them on but thinking about it just made her head hurts from all the crying she did before.
She stepped even further before she felt arms coming for behind forcing her eyes shut. It wasn’t long after when the hands where replaced with a blindfold. She was about to scream when she felt them. The small hands being linked to hers. She knew those hands so well. In every way possible. From when she was wrapped in them in their first hug, when he passed his English Final after long nights of being tutored by her, and from when they rested on her shoulder when they exchanged their first kiss and when they caressed her arms, legs and cheeks softly when they first made love.
“Junsu” she breathed out and let herself be led to wherever they were going, she would follow him to the end of world, to the end of time.
The blindfold fell off, she found herself facing the most beautiful dinner setting in her life, she has been to every well-known restaurant there is, after all she was the wife of a weathlyman, but what she faced was more beautiful than anything she saw before. The white table sheet, the silver chandleries and the silver plate with a tiny dolphin on them, she smiled at the macroni and cheese it was probably the only thing he can cook.
She turned to the man standing beside her, gazing at every detail of her, the white dress she wore under her coat till the unspoken words in her eyes. She gazed back at the black vest he wore ontop of a tanktop she always loved him in it, if time stopped at that moment they would have continued staring at eachother for eternity.
“I thought . . “ she was caught by his lips claiming hers, and in the middle of their kiss she made out a “ you thought wrong”
their dinner went cold as the two kissed all night in the candle lights.
. . .
Cuddling up under the blanket both watched the sunrise of a new day. “ Where is my gift?” she lifted her head off his chest and looked up in his eyes. He frowned, showed her the ribbon wrapped around his wrist. “I thought it was clear I was your gift”
She chuckled “I don’t understand”. He fixed their positions so she’d face him but still be in his arms. “ You thought I’d forget something as important as your birthday. I live for you. I breath for you. I wake up every morning just to be with you. You complete me in every way possible. There are times there you seem unsure of my feelings for you, the love I carry. So this year I wanted to give myself to you. To give my everything for you. To spend every second of this worship your every detail till the next 12th of December where I’ll give myself all over again. Saranghaeyo nae Noudi-ah ~ Saranghaeyo nae cheonsa (My angel)”
End!
So yeah! It’s not the end I was planned for. It’s just that other endings didn’t fall nicely with the plot I’m sorry about that. !
My soulmate my Noudiah ~ This it for you. . HappyBirthday ! ‘10
If I really spent all my luck on something it would be you and I don’t regret it at all. Saranghaeyo <3
Hope you like it ~ Say HappyBirthday