grounded
Title: grounded
Rating: PG
Pairing: slight!Jongdae/Yixing
Genre: Fluff
Length: 1,127 words
prompt: write with a time limit (Limit was the remaining time on my flight, so about an hour)
A/N: so i kinda feel bad writing this because lets be honest there's probably an airport story for every exo pairing out there (except chenlay so hA) and so uh yeah i'm sorry it's unoriginal i just really wanted to complain about my flight somehow and so this happened ooPS
Jongdae really hates traveling.
The cabin is as cramped as always and the rather large man next to him insists on hogging his only armrest (and then some space), and Jongdae doesn't even want to know what's in this vegetarian 'pancake' they've passed out for breakfast. It's bad enough he's had to suffer through five hours of a red-eye flight already, and this is how they repay him?
The speakers crackle to life and announce a 'Good morning, the temperature is blah in Beijing, China and blah blah blah one more hour, we hope you've been having a pleasant flight...' Jongdae groans and forgets to listen carefully, instead choosing to stir absently at the mediocre styrofoam-cup of tea in front of him and pointedly ignore the less-than-appetizing excuse of a meal in his tray, figuring that he can just get something in the airport when he arrives. If they ever arrive. He's beginning to doubt that time actually passes on this plane, and with his luck he might just be stuck in the air forever. This is not a comforting thought, considering that Jongdae is more of a I'd-like-solid-ground-under-my-feet-please kind of guy.
One more hour isn't that bad though, maybe. He can do an hour. His knees feel like they're
permanently stuck in 90 degree-angle mode, but he can totally do this.
One more hour.
Actually, it's probably more like forty-five minutes. Jongdae notes pleasantly that silently complaining about his predicament seems to pass time quite efficiently.
He manages to waste another good ten minutes messing around with game option on the screen imbedded in the seat in front of him. In Jongdae's opinion, the screens are a life-saving addition to international flights, because despite the fact that most of the games kind of suck and there's only a handful of movies he'd probably be willing to watch, it's still something to do.
He doesn't really have enough time to watch a movie though, and earlier he had been too busy during the majority of the flight trying to find a passably comfortable position to fall asleep in. The sound of the repeated whir of the plane's engines hadn't really helped, and Jongdae wonders if he even managed to get an hour of sleep in. He thinks he dozed off twice? Maybe?
It doesn't really matter too much in the end though, he supposes, because whether he got one hour or three hours or fifteen minutes of sleep, he still feels pretty shitty. His back kind of hurts, too.
Somehow he manages to survive the next few endless minutes until the pilot announces descent, and then it's easy enough to close his eyes and pretend that the plane has already landed until it actually does.
The jolting clatter of tires against the runway is somewhat comforting, and Jongdae watches from his window seat as the plane takes its sweet time pulling up into the gate. He uses the time to turn on his phone again and send one text. I'm here.
His phone buzzes less than a minute later. So am I.
Jongdae tries to control his facial expressions because he's pretty sure the man next to him has been silently judging him the whole trip, but he still can't help but smile softly to himself as he tucks his phone back into his pocket just in time for the plane to roll to a complete stop.
Too bad his seat's pretty much right smack in the middle.
Standing to give relief to his legs and drumming impatiently against the headrest of the seat in front of him, Jongdae tries to remember which overhead compartment has his bag. He's pretty sure it's the one across the aisle, but he could be wrong. Unfortunately, His seat partner is the kind of guy who remains sitting until the last possible second, so he doesn't get to search for his suitcase until he's the first in line. Naturally this causes a grumble of protest from the passengers behind him, which seems a little uncalled for considering it's not even Jongdae's fault.
After successfully holding up the whole left side of the plane, Jongdae manages to roll his luggage off the aircraft and up the ramp. He's greeted by an eyeful of uncomfortably bright florescent lights and the buzzing noise of other travelers milling about the airport. Lovely. At least he still remembers where the new arrivals are supposed to go, so he adjusts the straps of his backpack and wheels his carry-on behind him, ignoring the direction signs as he follows after the cluster of passengers he recognizes from his flight.
A few moving walkways and escalators and one unhappy customs officer later, Jongdae finds himself outside of the security boundaries, and he's suddenly thrown into a throng of people searching for their own loved ones and family members. The shouts and incoherent conversations filling the area are pounding in his ears and making him dizzy, and once again he's reminded that he's not even tall enough to see anything over the heads of the countless anonymous people shouting amongst the crowds.
Frustrated and short, Jongdae parks his suitcase next to a pillar and sits on it, watching the crowd for a familiar face. He pulls out his phone to double check, but he hasn't received another message, and he's just about to type in a where are you? when he hears his name above the noise.
"Jongdae! Over here!" Snapping his head away from his phone, Jongdae sees Yixing waving at him from the middle of the sea of people, stumbling and trying to nudge his way over to Jongdae.
He looks the same as he always does, with messy, light brown hair and his usual faded blue jacket. He stops a foot away from Jongdae, rubbing self-consciously at the back of his head as a wide, easy grin stretches across his face. "Hi."
Jongdae leaps forward and crushes him in a hug, causing Yixing to lose his balance and catch himself by returning the embrace, his arms wrapped securely around Jongdae's waist.
“Airplanes are terrible, Yixing, I’m never riding one again.” Jongdae complains into Yixing’s shoulder, pouting when the taller man only laughs in response. Jongdae’s struggle is real, okay, and Yixing better appreciate his efforts to make it all the way to China. He’s about to pull back and give Yixing a detailed recounting of his torturous trip when the other suddenly clutches him even tighter to his chest to keep him from moving away.
"I'm glad you're back," is all Yixing says, the words murmured softly against Jongdae's ear, and Jongdae decides that complaining can wait. For now, he relaxes in Yixing’s arms and smiles because he really is back, and this time for good.
A/N: hi
Rating: PG
Pairing: slight!Jongdae/Yixing
Genre: Fluff
Length: 1,127 words
prompt: write with a time limit (Limit was the remaining time on my flight, so about an hour)
A/N: so i kinda feel bad writing this because lets be honest there's probably an airport story for every exo pairing out there (except chenlay so hA) and so uh yeah i'm sorry it's unoriginal i just really wanted to complain about my flight somehow and so this happened ooPS
Jongdae really hates traveling.
The cabin is as cramped as always and the rather large man next to him insists on hogging his only armrest (and then some space), and Jongdae doesn't even want to know what's in this vegetarian 'pancake' they've passed out for breakfast. It's bad enough he's had to suffer through five hours of a red-eye flight already, and this is how they repay him?
The speakers crackle to life and announce a 'Good morning, the temperature is blah in Beijing, China and blah blah blah one more hour, we hope you've been having a pleasant flight...' Jongdae groans and forgets to listen carefully, instead choosing to stir absently at the mediocre styrofoam-cup of tea in front of him and pointedly ignore the less-than-appetizing excuse of a meal in his tray, figuring that he can just get something in the airport when he arrives. If they ever arrive. He's beginning to doubt that time actually passes on this plane, and with his luck he might just be stuck in the air forever. This is not a comforting thought, considering that Jongdae is more of a I'd-like-solid-ground-under-my-feet-please kind of guy.
One more hour isn't that bad though, maybe. He can do an hour. His knees feel like they're
permanently stuck in 90 degree-angle mode, but he can totally do this.
One more hour.
Actually, it's probably more like forty-five minutes. Jongdae notes pleasantly that silently complaining about his predicament seems to pass time quite efficiently.
He manages to waste another good ten minutes messing around with game option on the screen imbedded in the seat in front of him. In Jongdae's opinion, the screens are a life-saving addition to international flights, because despite the fact that most of the games kind of suck and there's only a handful of movies he'd probably be willing to watch, it's still something to do.
He doesn't really have enough time to watch a movie though, and earlier he had been too busy during the majority of the flight trying to find a passably comfortable position to fall asleep in. The sound of the repeated whir of the plane's engines hadn't really helped, and Jongdae wonders if he even managed to get an hour of sleep in. He thinks he dozed off twice? Maybe?
It doesn't really matter too much in the end though, he supposes, because whether he got one hour or three hours or fifteen minutes of sleep, he still feels pretty shitty. His back kind of hurts, too.
Somehow he manages to survive the next few endless minutes until the pilot announces descent, and then it's easy enough to close his eyes and pretend that the plane has already landed until it actually does.
The jolting clatter of tires against the runway is somewhat comforting, and Jongdae watches from his window seat as the plane takes its sweet time pulling up into the gate. He uses the time to turn on his phone again and send one text. I'm here.
His phone buzzes less than a minute later. So am I.
Jongdae tries to control his facial expressions because he's pretty sure the man next to him has been silently judging him the whole trip, but he still can't help but smile softly to himself as he tucks his phone back into his pocket just in time for the plane to roll to a complete stop.
Too bad his seat's pretty much right smack in the middle.
Standing to give relief to his legs and drumming impatiently against the headrest of the seat in front of him, Jongdae tries to remember which overhead compartment has his bag. He's pretty sure it's the one across the aisle, but he could be wrong. Unfortunately, His seat partner is the kind of guy who remains sitting until the last possible second, so he doesn't get to search for his suitcase until he's the first in line. Naturally this causes a grumble of protest from the passengers behind him, which seems a little uncalled for considering it's not even Jongdae's fault.
After successfully holding up the whole left side of the plane, Jongdae manages to roll his luggage off the aircraft and up the ramp. He's greeted by an eyeful of uncomfortably bright florescent lights and the buzzing noise of other travelers milling about the airport. Lovely. At least he still remembers where the new arrivals are supposed to go, so he adjusts the straps of his backpack and wheels his carry-on behind him, ignoring the direction signs as he follows after the cluster of passengers he recognizes from his flight.
A few moving walkways and escalators and one unhappy customs officer later, Jongdae finds himself outside of the security boundaries, and he's suddenly thrown into a throng of people searching for their own loved ones and family members. The shouts and incoherent conversations filling the area are pounding in his ears and making him dizzy, and once again he's reminded that he's not even tall enough to see anything over the heads of the countless anonymous people shouting amongst the crowds.
Frustrated and short, Jongdae parks his suitcase next to a pillar and sits on it, watching the crowd for a familiar face. He pulls out his phone to double check, but he hasn't received another message, and he's just about to type in a where are you? when he hears his name above the noise.
"Jongdae! Over here!" Snapping his head away from his phone, Jongdae sees Yixing waving at him from the middle of the sea of people, stumbling and trying to nudge his way over to Jongdae.
He looks the same as he always does, with messy, light brown hair and his usual faded blue jacket. He stops a foot away from Jongdae, rubbing self-consciously at the back of his head as a wide, easy grin stretches across his face. "Hi."
Jongdae leaps forward and crushes him in a hug, causing Yixing to lose his balance and catch himself by returning the embrace, his arms wrapped securely around Jongdae's waist.
“Airplanes are terrible, Yixing, I’m never riding one again.” Jongdae complains into Yixing’s shoulder, pouting when the taller man only laughs in response. Jongdae’s struggle is real, okay, and Yixing better appreciate his efforts to make it all the way to China. He’s about to pull back and give Yixing a detailed recounting of his torturous trip when the other suddenly clutches him even tighter to his chest to keep him from moving away.
"I'm glad you're back," is all Yixing says, the words murmured softly against Jongdae's ear, and Jongdae decides that complaining can wait. For now, he relaxes in Yixing’s arms and smiles because he really is back, and this time for good.
A/N: hi