Fic: Simple Things
Jung Daehyun is having a bad day.
It begins with his alarm clock that doesn’t wake him up on time (Nevermind the four times he slapped the snooze button.)
He stumbles out of bed in a mind panic, sheets twisting around his legs making him wobble and stub his toe on the bed frame.
(This isn't looking good.)
His shower is only just above room temperature, because the water heater is frozen again, and there’s only two drops of cream left in the carton for his usual morning coffee.
He stares at the half a foot of snow outside and tells himself it can’t get any worse.
(It does.)
The coffee shop near his office is crowded with the morning rush, only a newly hired cashier at the counter. The line crawls at a snailspace, and when he finally has his order in hand, it ends up all down his front when he turns around to leave and a customer walks into him. He accepts the free cup that’s offered, and the paper towels, but he knows his leg might actually be burned, and he doesn’t have time to change his soaked slacks.
(At least he smelt like coffee.)
His first customer of the day is a nice lady with a rather colourful vocabulary for ‘stupid technology’ and why couldn’t he just ‘make it work like a beepin’ microwave?” Daehyun spends thirty minutes trying to explain how to set up an email account, only to have her exclaim that she had one already.
(His second and third are no better.)
By four thirty, he wants to crawl under his desk and cry. Instead, he begins counting down the seconds until he’s free.
At five-thirty-two Daehyun opens the door to his apartment and kicks his stained shoes to the side. His apartment is dark, but somewhere there is music playing, and before he can really think about it, he feels his lips stretching into a smile.
He follows the sound to the kitchen and leans in the doorway, feeling the exhaustion and negativity dissipate as he watches Jongup dance around the kitchen to the radio in the corner, stirring what could only be pasta on the stove.
(Pasta is the only thing Jongup can make without burning down the kitchen.)
Turning around to reach for something in the fridge, Jongup spots Daehyun in the doorway and shoots him a smile that makes Daehyun’s heart thud faster in his chest.
(There is so much love in that smile.)
Abandoning the fridge, Jongup sways his hips over and wraps his arms around Daehyun’s waist, and plants a gentle kiss on his lips. “Welcome home.” He murmurs.
And just like that, Daehyun’s day goes from one of the worst to one of the best.
(We'll just disregard the overcooked pasta. Jongup never claimed to be a world class chef or anything.)