Café Bisco Chapter 7 (Part 1/3)
I've never been so grateful to be able to update this story as I am this chapter. *_____*;;;;;
Sore throat, a fever of 104 degrees Farenheit...being sick this weekend was not fun. >.> But I'm better now, and I've finally finished this chapter, so ♥♥ Massive amounts of love to the readers of this, as usual, for being a constant inspiration.
Not much else to say, really (although if there was, between sweating and coughing so much these past few days, I probably forgot anyway [Laughs]), so...just enjoy this update, I guess? :D And thanks to everyone once again.
- Chapter 7 -
“Do not wish to be anything
but what you are
and try to be that perfectly.”
- Francis De Sales
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It was the biggest teddy bear he ever owned.
He doesn’t quite see it, but he knows it is. Fur so plush it bounced back against him. Large enough to cuddle with, almost human-sized. The perfect teddy bear.
It was so warm.
--Oh. …It’s a dream?
Well, then he would dream a bit longer then. Nothing so pressing that he had to wake up immediately, right? (Bis…Bistro? What was that thing again? Something stuck in the back of his mind that refused to come out. Well, he’d worry about it later.)
In fact, this had to be the nicest teddy bear he ever owned. Tucked under his chin and soft to the touch. All the times he was younger and his parents took him to a toy store, he’d see them in the glass displays, sandwiched between fake Christmas presents and jack-in-the-boxes. A little red ribbon tied around their neck. Seasonal gifts. Christmas.
--Wait. It’s only September. Well, then December would follow soon after. No worries. (Couple? A couple of…presents. Think of the teddy bears. Cute, dancing teddies. Mindless distraction. Yes.)
Droning against his eardrum. Or was it a chime? Either way, the sound was fuzzy and pleasant. Just like his teddy bear. A nice, big, soft, warm teddy bear to cuddle with. It was -
Hungry. He was hungry. An empty stomach feeling. Maybe…pancakes.
(Pancakes. Food. …Bisco. Biscobiscobisco - work! I have to get up; we all have to get up soon; seven o’clock, Manager, Y-)
…
Jaejoong’s eyes snap open.
Disorientation. Blinks once, twice, three times. Yoochun’s living room. That’s where he was. How did he end up here again?
Blink. The events of the night before flash through his mind all at once. Stumbling up the stairs after an hour in the music room. Sofa, floor, futon. A blanket thrown over him, tossed aside in favor another source of warmer. A warm body…
Something warm shifts beneath him now. Jaejoong looks down, lifting his head up off his ‘pillow’. Blinks once, twice, three times.
“Um.” Yunho stares back at him. “Hi.”
-It wasn’t a pillow. And it definitely wasn’t a teddy bear.
“Ah. I’m - I just -!” Sorry, Jaejoong. Try sorry. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, but he wonders why he doesn’t feel sorry in the least. “I know people tell me I’m a restless sleeper, but - I’m so sorry -”
“It’s okay.” While Jaejoong scrambles into a sitting position, Yunho tries valiantly to rub the sleep away from his eyes. “You’re not heavy or anything.” The smile on Yunho’s face is lethargic but genuine. “So…the others still aren’t up yet?”
Junsu chooses that moment to walk out from the bedroom, mussing his already flyaway hair.
“Mornin’, Yunni-” He stops and, to Jaejoong’s surprise, pouts. “-Aww. You guys suck. I told Yoochun we should’ve all slept on the floor.” That was hardly the reaction Jaejoong expected. “Then we could’ve bonded more! Played together. Woke up together. Had fun. Like a sleepover.”
“Well. This is a sleepover,” Yunho apparently feels the need to correct him. “Besides, you didn’t have fun with us yesterday?”
Junsu grins. “Yeah, I did. But last night would’ve been even better if you came back to sleep in Yoochun’s room. We played Star Quest on his laptop, ran a couple of stuff.” It was odd, then, to see Junsu hopping around in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets and chattering away. Definitely a morning person, Jaejoong decides. “Changminnie’s really good! And then Yoochunnie came back sometime in the early morning but we already fell asleep.”
Jaejoong chuckles when Junsu comes over to the sofa, carrying a bowl of cereal. “So you want us to all sleep in the same room next time?”
“Could we, pleeaaaase?” Wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, not quite unlike a small dog of some breed or another. “It’d be awesome if we all got to wake up together!”
“Next time Yoochun organizes something like this,” Yunho pats his head, appeasing, “you let us know.”
It was seven-fifteen. Breakfast is a somewhat rushed affair, Junsu disappearing to use Yoochun’s shower and Changmin appearing (grabbing a bowl of the exact same cereal Junsu ate minutes ago) to toss their uniforms out on the couch. Jaejoong decides to give into peer pressure and take a bowl of cereal, too. Yunho finds fruit buried in the refrigerator drawer and slices half of it to share.
“You even cut them into bunnies~” Junsu coos once he returns from the bathroom, still dripping wet and clad only in his boxers. “I’ll take three; you guys can take the rest.”
Yoochun emerges from the bedroom by seven-thirty, nearly tripping over the coffee table, (wearing prescription glasses, no less), dark circles evident beneath his eyes. Yunho hands him the plate of leftover apple pieces. “Everyone took their share already, so…”
“It was a good apple,” Jaejoong announces. “And aren’t they cute bunnies?”
“Bunnies?” Yoochun holds them further away from his face. “I always thought these were supposed to be shaped like fish. Y’know. Sushi.”
“Yunho-yah.” Jaejoong chimes. “You hear that? He’s insulting your bunnies. What do you have to say to that?”
Yunho isn’t quite sure what to say to that because he’s too busy falling over the counter laughing at the bewildered look on Yoochun’s face.
After a good cup of coffee, though, Yoochun seems much more awake - and they’re on their way to the heart of Seoul for their first day of work by seven thirty-nine.
“Right on schedule, huh?” Changmin deadpans as they pile into Yoochun’s car.
“You could always walk, kid.” Once Yoochun sends him a pointed stare from the rearview mirror, their mankae goes suspiciously quiet for the rest of the trip. Yunho sitting next to him shakes his head. Junsu tips his head back and laughs, poised in Jaejoong’s lap in the passenger seat.
It was a morning routine they could get used to.
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Part 2: http://sakuranbokissx.livejournal.com/7665.html.