#90: She's Down With A Girl Flu
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sweetestjonginTitle: she's down with a girl flu
Pairing(s): Jongin/Krystal (f(x))
Rating: PG
Length: 3.3k
Summary: In which Soojung is on her period, Jongin gets blame over chicken, Sehun being an asshole friend as usual and even Monggu can pity his owner sometimes.
Author's Note: First of all, thank you for the mods for making this fic fest possible and also to the prompter because I love your prompt so much and I hope I do justice on it. Writing this was such an enjoyment for me so I hope you guys will like it! (title inspired by a random article about code words girls use to refer to their periods)
Jongin’s Monday morning starts with Soojung giving him a cold shoulder when they sit side by side on their morning class. She only answers Jongin’s ‘good morning princess’ and ‘have you eaten your breakfast?’ with a small nod and also a small ‘good morning jongin-ah’, making Jongin questions if there’s something wrong with his girlfriend.
Or perhaps he’s the one who did something wrong? That sure makes Jongin’s mind fills with the current event evolving Soojung. Does she angry because Jongin couldn’t accompany her to buy her sister’s birthday gift yesterday because he had to help his family moving to a new house? But she said it’s okay and she would buy it together with Amber—because she obviously is better at giving opinion instead of Jongin’s ‘um I think she will like everything you give since you’re her sister?’ and Jongin couldn’t find a good comeback at that. Or does she angry because Jongin didn’t reply her chat last night? Jongin couldn’t help to sleep after helping his family moving to a new house all day long, but he sent a reply the next morning and he also believed that Soojung is not the type who will get angry at something like that.
So what went wrong?
Jongin can’t remember any single thing that his professor explained to the class and he knows for sure that he would have to ask Soojung to explain it again to him. Maybe he can ask that while having a lunch together? Thinking that it’s a good idea, he immediately puts his things to his bag and turns his head to Soojung who is already getting up from her seat, and he sees it.
The red spot on the back of Soojung’s white jeans.
Jongin immediately takes of his jacket and tied it around Soojung’s waist without any warning, making the girl looking at him with confused eyes.
“Jongin-ah, what are you doing?”
But before Jongin can say anything, Soojung’s eyes widen and she gives him a horror look. “Don’t tell me—”
Jongin nodding his head slowly, clearly sees now how Soojung’s face quickly turns into an annoyed one. “Oh God, I should have know that that what makes me feeling uncomfortable since morning.”
The silence engulfs both of them for a moment before Soojung starts to walk towards the door and doesn’t even give Jongin a side glance.
“B-baby, where are you going?”
She stops on her track and turns around. “I’m going home.”
“I can take you back—“
“No, I will find Amber and go back with her.”
“But—“
Soojung shoots him a look and Jongin totally lost his voice there.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And she walks away, leaving a stunned Jongin behind. He knows this. He knows what’s gonna happen for the next few days and he braces himself once again.
She’s on period’s mood swing again.
—
What’s coming on the rest is pretty predictable for Jongin. Soojung doesn’t reply his messages at all and lots of messages from Amber, most of them about how’s Soojung doing and sometimes ‘Jongin help me I think Soojung will bite me off today if I do something wrong’ although she knows that Jongin is not much a help when he can’t even talk to Soojung right now.
It’s not like it was Jongin’s first time to face Soojung on her period’s mood swing since they’ve been dating for almost two years already, but it’s still make him tired everytime it happens.
And also, it’s not his first time seeing how girls can be when they are on periods. His experience are mostly from what happened with his sisters, like sometimes they would get mad for no reason, or they would sulk and stay on the bed for the rest of the day clutching to their stomach in agony. Sometimes it also happened with his mother—she yelled at simple things like how Jongin didn’t come home right away from school or his father bought a wrong fruit from what she wanted. His father’s one and only advice for him at that time was, “Just be more understanding with them. It doesn’t happen all the time anyway.”
If only Jongin can be as positive as his father, he thought as he read the last chat he had with Soojung.
To : Princess Jung
good evening princess :) are u okay?
From : Princess Jung
I’m fine. You don’t have to worry.
“She freaking used the right grammar and even gave dots on the last sentence and she expects me to believe that she’s fine?” he mutters under his breath, Monggu on his laps looking up at him with curious eyes meanwhile Sehun who’s still busy with the game controller on his hands gives him a side glance.
“Is that Soojung?”
Jongin nods.
“Is she okay?”
Jongin shakes his head.
“Is that a no?”
Jongin takes a deep breath. “It’s an ‘I don’t know’.”
Sehun gives him one last look before ditching him again to concetrate on the game again. That’s it. No ‘you can do it Kim Jongin’ or simply a pat on the back. He should have ditched Sehun from high school and searched for a better friend who can at least gives him a moral support.
He looks back at his phone and there’s no reply again from his girlfriend and he thought, This is it. I need to leave her alone for a while.
So he does that. He puts the phone back into his pocket and strokes Monggu’s head as he watches Sehun fails to get to the next level again. “Give me the controller, you suck at this game.”
“I’m not!”
Jongin scoffs as he lazily takes the game controller from Sehun’s hand, ignoring his friend’s complain. His concern about Soojung get push into the back of his mind.
It’s already midnight when Jongin feels a long vibrate from his phone on his pants, indicating there’s a call and his sleepy eyes widen almost immediately after seeing the caller’s name.
Princess Jung is calling.
“Hey baby, what’s up?”
Instead of an answer, Jongin swears he heard a sob from the other line.
“B-baby, are you crying?”
When Soojung doesn’t answer him right away and continue crying, Jongin feels a sink on the pit of his stomach. Where is she? Did she go out with Amber and went home late again? Did she went home alone?
Did someone kidnap her?!
“Jongin-ah....”
“Yes?!”
Even Monggu who’s eating peacefully few minutes ago, turns his head curiously to Jongin.
“I’m hungry....”
“...what?”
“I’m hungry, Jongin-ah, and it’s your fault!”
Jongin sits still for a moment before he pulls the phone away and glances at the screen. No, he didn’t pick the wrong number and it’s really Soojung.
Jongin might have an experience over handling his girlfriend on her period, but this is the first time Soojung ever calls him in the middle of the night crying while saying she’s hungry and somehow, it’s Jongin’s fault.
Maybe Jongin is dreaming right now.
Yeah, that must be the answer. He must have fell asleep on the couch while waiting for Sehun who uses the bathroom first before him.
“Jongin-ah!”
Or not.
“W-what can I do now? And why is it my fault?” Jongin confusedly asks.
“You always eat fried chicken anywhere and anytime, and now because of it, I want friend chicken too. But I don’t have their number, and because it’s your fault I’m craving for it, you should buy it for me!”
“But Soojung-ah, I can give you their number—“
“No, you will buy it for me!”
“Baby, it’s already late—“
“Kim Jongin, be a man and take the responsibility!”
Jongin is officialy lost.
Seems like Soojung will not change her mind anytime soon, leaving him with the only solution. He should go to buy the fried fucking chicken and delivers it to her apartement.
“Okay, baby, I’ll go buy it now. Will be there in thirty.”
“No, I want it in twenty.”
“Baby, the fried chicken needs time to cook.”
“Twenty, Kim Jongin.”
Jongin takes a deep breath. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay? See you real soon, Soojung-ah.”
“Okay! I love you, Kim Jongin.”
Oh shoot, saying ‘I love you’ after being whiny, that should be illegal. She knows very well that Jongin has a soft spot everytime his cold and untalkative girlfriend being all lovey-dovey with him.
“Love you too, Jung Soojung.”
With that, Soojung hangs up and Jongin gets up from the couch to get his jacket. At the same time, Sehun comes out from the bathroom looking all fresh and ready to sleep.
“Huh? Are you going somewhere?”
Jongin nods. He puts the wallet into his other pocket and takes his jacket and motorcyle’s keys. “Soojung asked me to buy her food. Are you still gonna sleepover?”
“Yeah, I guess. I don’t want to go back to my room, it’s lonely,” he pouts and Jongin looks at him in disgust, “At least I have Monggu here.”
“Okay then, suit yourself,” Jongin says as he walks to the door and randomly chooses his shoes. The look on Monggu’s face when Jongin checks at the clock and shoot, he’s already wasted a minute and now he only have nineteen minutes left to buy the fried chicken, is almost like he pities his owner.
Jongin ignores that and silently prays Soojung will not sulk if he arrives a little bit late.
—
She does sulk.
“You’re late,” she says after opening the door for Jongin, her hands crosses across her chest. She pouts and huffs loudly, as if she’s showing Jongin that she’s truly mad with him right now.
Instead of saying ‘I tried my best to come in twenty minutes but really, the chicken needs time to cook but hey I’m only late for five minutes’ that will earn him a glare and a kick on the ass, he settles with, “I’m sorry, baby. But good news,” he lifts the plastic bag with the chickens that wraps nicely inside the box, “here’s the chicken.”
Soojung’s face lights up immediately.
She takes the plastic bag from Jongin’s hand and skipping happily to the living room. He follows her and sits beside at the couch, his girlfriend already opening the box eagerly. “Oh, you got it half-half in two flavour!”
“You like it?” he asks.
Jongin forgot to ask what flavour that Soojung likes but he didn’t have the guts to call her and risk himself to get scold with something like ‘we’ve been dating for almost two years and you still need to ask which flavour that I like?!’ which is something so cliche that Soojung wouldn’t say in daily life, but just in case because she can turn into different person when she’s on her period.
In the end, he chose the classic flavour. The honey butter and cheese.
“I like it!” she beams happily.
Yeah, classic never goes wrong, he lets out a relief sigh.
Jongin rests his body deeper into the couch, and Soojung beside him simply munching her chicken while her eyes sticks to the television in front of them. The figure of Theodore Twombly in front of his computer, answering the ‘would you like the OS to have a male or female voice?’ with ‘female, yes’ and then the operating system asking him another question again.
“You never get bored watching this?”
Jongin shuts his mouth right away. His words just now sounded like he’s underestimating Soojung’s favorite movie, but thank God she seems to be too engrossed with it to think about it that way. Instead, she smiles and turns her head for a second to Jongin.
“Yes. Never.”
And then her eyes are back to the screen.
Jongin blinks, before his face mirrors the same smile and chooses to enjoy watching the movie and Soojung at the same time. He might be weird but he’s truly love how Soojung always become like this everytime she watches her favorite movies, especially ‘Her’.
She always have this sparks on her eyes, screaming ‘this is so good’ and ‘how beautiful this is’ and sometimes it’s so endearing that Jongin feels he’s falling in love all over again because of that.
So he inhales the faint smell of the cozy vanilla air freshener that Soojung always uses, and the mixes of honey and cheese, as they quietly watches the movie.
Somehow they shift closer to each other little by little as the movie goes by. It ends up with Soojung resting her head on Jongin’s shoulder and one of Jongin’s hand sneaks to her waist, pulling her closer. The box that filled with fried chickens is now empty and placed on top of the coffee table in front of them, and the movie that they watching is closer to the ending.
“Where are you going?”
“It would be hard to explain, but if you ever get there, come find me. Nothing would ever pull us apart.”
The parting scene where Theodore and Samantha lovingly say goodbye to each other is inevitable, and by the times Theodore finished writing a letter for his ex-wife, Catherine, then watching the city from the rooftop with Amy, Soojung is already a sobbing mess.
Jongin chuckles. “Are you okay?”
He reaches for the box of tissues on top the coffee table and offers it to Soojung, which she gladly accepts as she pulls out some of it and blows her nose.
“I’m okay,” she answers with hoarse voice, “It just, it’s sad.”
Jongin smiles as he ruffles Soojung’s hair, his girlfriend clearly liking it as she leans into the touch.
“You should sleep now. It’s getting late,” he says.
Soojung hums but she clings to Jongin’s arm and rubs her face into it, like how Monggu usually do to him. Jongin’s heart flutter at how adorable it is.
“Will you stay?” Soojung’s eyes peek through Jongin’s arm that hides her face, the question is pretty bold and if she’s not looking at Jongin so innocently, Jongin will misunderstand it for sure.
“Can I?” she nods, “Then let’s go to sleep.”
They get up from the couch, Soojung walks back to her room and Jongin takes the empty chicken’s box to the kitchen and throw it into the trash. After that, Jongin shuffles to Soojung’s room as well and sees her taking out a plain tshirt and sweatpants that belongs to Jongin from her drawer. Jongin’s already stays over before so there’s some of his stuff on Soojung’s apartement. It’s a pretty intimate move, having your stuff on your significant other’s place, but it’s also means Soojung is comfortable around him and accept him wholly with open arms.
“I’ll go to the bathroom first,” Jongin nods at that and Soojung makes her way to the bathroom that’s right in front of her room.
While waiting, Jongin takes a sit on the bed and opens his phone. There’s no calls or texts from Sehun, which means he’s already asleep on Jongin’s apartement. He types quick ‘I’m staying at Soojung’s, don’t forget to feed monggu’ and hits send.
Soojung takes a while in bathroom, and by the time she’s finished, Jongin almost knocks out by drowsiness. Soojung shakes his arm softly, “You can use the bathroom now.”
Jongin yawns as he answers, “Yes,” and brings the clothes with him to the bathroom.
He quickly brushes his teeth and washes his face, then quickly changes his clothes and fold the clothes he wore before neatly. Once he’s back to Soojung’s room, it’s already dim with the only lamp on the drawer beside her bed lights up the room and there’s a lump under a big, fluffy blanket.
“Soojung?”
He heard a hum, indicating that Soojung’s still awake. She peeks her head out of the blanket and her hand is patting the place beside her, silently asking Jongin to come. He doesn’t know why he’s still a nervous wreck although it’s not the first time they cuddle and sleep together.
Jongin timidly goes under the blanket with Soojung, she shits closer to him and Jongin’s arm automatically wraps around Soojung’s waist. He nuzzles to her hair and feels content. It’s really warm, maybe because the blanket does a good job or Soojung just so close with him, but he likes it.
Jongin finds himself slowly falling sleep not long after that.
—
The moment Jongin opens his eyes, the morning’s ray of sunshine finding its way to Jongin’s face from the gap on opening curtain, Soojung is nowhere to be found. He blinks once, twice and stifles a yawn with his hand as he stretches his body. He takes his phone from the drawer beside the bed and it’s alreay 8 AM according to it. Thank God today he doesn’t have any class.
He stays for another ten minutes before he decides to find his girlfriend. Maybe she’s on the kitchen because she’s also doesn’t have class today, so Jongin goes to the kitchen after freshened up at the bathroom first. His guts was right as he sees the slim figures with hair falls loose up to her waist holding a big spoonful of batter and pours it into the waffle machine. She must be making her signature dish of blueberry waffle, a breakfast that she usually makes whenever Jongin stays over.
“Hey,” she obviously startled at that, “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” she replies, somehow looks rigid as Jongin walks closer to her.
That’s bring a big question mark to Jongin’s head.
“Hey, what happened? You look like you’re scared with me.”
Soojung takes a while to answer, and it’s barely a whisper. “I’m sorry.”
Jongin’s forehead wrinkle in concern. “For what?”
“Um, for being whinny last night and made you bought me a fried chicken at midnight and asked you to stay over. I shouldn’t have do that, I’m sorry.”
Jongin wants to laugh out loud but Soojung seriously sounds like she’s concern with how she acted the night before, and she doesn’t even spare a look at Jongin. His girlfriend really troubled with it.
He lets out a deep sigh and goes standing behind her back, his hand finds his way—as always—on her waist and pulls her back slowly against Jongin’s chest. He puts his chin on her shoulder, smelling a fresh mint and blueberry from Soojung.
“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay,” he says, “I don’t mind. It just mean that you’re comfortable enough in front of me that you able to do all those things. Beside, I’m your boyfriend and of course you can be whinny and clingy with me. You can’t do it with someone else.”
Soojung laughs at that. “What if I do that with someone else?”
Jongin frowns almost immediately, doesn’t like the idea of it. “You can’t. I don’t want anyone else to see how cute you are when you’re being clingy and whinny.”
He doesn’t have to see to know that Soojung is currently smiling shyly at his words because he knows her pretty well. But he truly doesn’t know that Soojung will put her palm on his cheek to pulls him closer and kisses him on the other cheek.
“Thank you,” she says, leaning her weight completely on his chest and starts humming a random song.
Jongin bites back his smile and can’t help to think with how fast Soojung’s mood can change when she’s on her period. One time she’s whinny, one time she’s clingy, one time she’s shy, one time she’s happy and so on.
And Jongin finds himself doesn’t mind it at all.
—
Jongin is singing a low ‘nal neomuneomuneomu neomuneomuneomu neomuneomuneomu’ as he takes his key out of his pocket and unlocks the apartement door. He thought Sehun already went back to his place, he finds the pale guy sitting on his couch while chewing cereal—his cereal—still in the same sleeping pajama he wore last night. Monggu barks a ‘welcome home!’ before goinf back to eat his food beside Sehun’s feet.
Before he can say anything, Sehun already beats him with a heavy teasing tone while saying, “So you stayed the night? I thought she’s on her period.”
It takes less than five seconds to throw him out of the room.
—
Pairing(s): Jongin/Krystal (f(x))
Rating: PG
Length: 3.3k
Summary: In which Soojung is on her period, Jongin gets blame over chicken, Sehun being an asshole friend as usual and even Monggu can pity his owner sometimes.
Author's Note: First of all, thank you for the mods for making this fic fest possible and also to the prompter because I love your prompt so much and I hope I do justice on it. Writing this was such an enjoyment for me so I hope you guys will like it! (title inspired by a random article about code words girls use to refer to their periods)
Jongin’s Monday morning starts with Soojung giving him a cold shoulder when they sit side by side on their morning class. She only answers Jongin’s ‘good morning princess’ and ‘have you eaten your breakfast?’ with a small nod and also a small ‘good morning jongin-ah’, making Jongin questions if there’s something wrong with his girlfriend.
Or perhaps he’s the one who did something wrong? That sure makes Jongin’s mind fills with the current event evolving Soojung. Does she angry because Jongin couldn’t accompany her to buy her sister’s birthday gift yesterday because he had to help his family moving to a new house? But she said it’s okay and she would buy it together with Amber—because she obviously is better at giving opinion instead of Jongin’s ‘um I think she will like everything you give since you’re her sister?’ and Jongin couldn’t find a good comeback at that. Or does she angry because Jongin didn’t reply her chat last night? Jongin couldn’t help to sleep after helping his family moving to a new house all day long, but he sent a reply the next morning and he also believed that Soojung is not the type who will get angry at something like that.
So what went wrong?
Jongin can’t remember any single thing that his professor explained to the class and he knows for sure that he would have to ask Soojung to explain it again to him. Maybe he can ask that while having a lunch together? Thinking that it’s a good idea, he immediately puts his things to his bag and turns his head to Soojung who is already getting up from her seat, and he sees it.
The red spot on the back of Soojung’s white jeans.
Jongin immediately takes of his jacket and tied it around Soojung’s waist without any warning, making the girl looking at him with confused eyes.
“Jongin-ah, what are you doing?”
But before Jongin can say anything, Soojung’s eyes widen and she gives him a horror look. “Don’t tell me—”
Jongin nodding his head slowly, clearly sees now how Soojung’s face quickly turns into an annoyed one. “Oh God, I should have know that that what makes me feeling uncomfortable since morning.”
The silence engulfs both of them for a moment before Soojung starts to walk towards the door and doesn’t even give Jongin a side glance.
“B-baby, where are you going?”
She stops on her track and turns around. “I’m going home.”
“I can take you back—“
“No, I will find Amber and go back with her.”
“But—“
Soojung shoots him a look and Jongin totally lost his voice there.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And she walks away, leaving a stunned Jongin behind. He knows this. He knows what’s gonna happen for the next few days and he braces himself once again.
She’s on period’s mood swing again.
What’s coming on the rest is pretty predictable for Jongin. Soojung doesn’t reply his messages at all and lots of messages from Amber, most of them about how’s Soojung doing and sometimes ‘Jongin help me I think Soojung will bite me off today if I do something wrong’ although she knows that Jongin is not much a help when he can’t even talk to Soojung right now.
It’s not like it was Jongin’s first time to face Soojung on her period’s mood swing since they’ve been dating for almost two years already, but it’s still make him tired everytime it happens.
And also, it’s not his first time seeing how girls can be when they are on periods. His experience are mostly from what happened with his sisters, like sometimes they would get mad for no reason, or they would sulk and stay on the bed for the rest of the day clutching to their stomach in agony. Sometimes it also happened with his mother—she yelled at simple things like how Jongin didn’t come home right away from school or his father bought a wrong fruit from what she wanted. His father’s one and only advice for him at that time was, “Just be more understanding with them. It doesn’t happen all the time anyway.”
If only Jongin can be as positive as his father, he thought as he read the last chat he had with Soojung.
To : Princess Jung
good evening princess :) are u okay?
From : Princess Jung
I’m fine. You don’t have to worry.
“She freaking used the right grammar and even gave dots on the last sentence and she expects me to believe that she’s fine?” he mutters under his breath, Monggu on his laps looking up at him with curious eyes meanwhile Sehun who’s still busy with the game controller on his hands gives him a side glance.
“Is that Soojung?”
Jongin nods.
“Is she okay?”
Jongin shakes his head.
“Is that a no?”
Jongin takes a deep breath. “It’s an ‘I don’t know’.”
Sehun gives him one last look before ditching him again to concetrate on the game again. That’s it. No ‘you can do it Kim Jongin’ or simply a pat on the back. He should have ditched Sehun from high school and searched for a better friend who can at least gives him a moral support.
He looks back at his phone and there’s no reply again from his girlfriend and he thought, This is it. I need to leave her alone for a while.
So he does that. He puts the phone back into his pocket and strokes Monggu’s head as he watches Sehun fails to get to the next level again. “Give me the controller, you suck at this game.”
“I’m not!”
Jongin scoffs as he lazily takes the game controller from Sehun’s hand, ignoring his friend’s complain. His concern about Soojung get push into the back of his mind.
It’s already midnight when Jongin feels a long vibrate from his phone on his pants, indicating there’s a call and his sleepy eyes widen almost immediately after seeing the caller’s name.
Princess Jung is calling.
“Hey baby, what’s up?”
Instead of an answer, Jongin swears he heard a sob from the other line.
“B-baby, are you crying?”
When Soojung doesn’t answer him right away and continue crying, Jongin feels a sink on the pit of his stomach. Where is she? Did she go out with Amber and went home late again? Did she went home alone?
Did someone kidnap her?!
“Jongin-ah....”
“Yes?!”
Even Monggu who’s eating peacefully few minutes ago, turns his head curiously to Jongin.
“I’m hungry....”
“...what?”
“I’m hungry, Jongin-ah, and it’s your fault!”
Jongin sits still for a moment before he pulls the phone away and glances at the screen. No, he didn’t pick the wrong number and it’s really Soojung.
Jongin might have an experience over handling his girlfriend on her period, but this is the first time Soojung ever calls him in the middle of the night crying while saying she’s hungry and somehow, it’s Jongin’s fault.
Maybe Jongin is dreaming right now.
Yeah, that must be the answer. He must have fell asleep on the couch while waiting for Sehun who uses the bathroom first before him.
“Jongin-ah!”
Or not.
“W-what can I do now? And why is it my fault?” Jongin confusedly asks.
“You always eat fried chicken anywhere and anytime, and now because of it, I want friend chicken too. But I don’t have their number, and because it’s your fault I’m craving for it, you should buy it for me!”
“But Soojung-ah, I can give you their number—“
“No, you will buy it for me!”
“Baby, it’s already late—“
“Kim Jongin, be a man and take the responsibility!”
Jongin is officialy lost.
Seems like Soojung will not change her mind anytime soon, leaving him with the only solution. He should go to buy the fried fucking chicken and delivers it to her apartement.
“Okay, baby, I’ll go buy it now. Will be there in thirty.”
“No, I want it in twenty.”
“Baby, the fried chicken needs time to cook.”
“Twenty, Kim Jongin.”
Jongin takes a deep breath. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay? See you real soon, Soojung-ah.”
“Okay! I love you, Kim Jongin.”
Oh shoot, saying ‘I love you’ after being whiny, that should be illegal. She knows very well that Jongin has a soft spot everytime his cold and untalkative girlfriend being all lovey-dovey with him.
“Love you too, Jung Soojung.”
With that, Soojung hangs up and Jongin gets up from the couch to get his jacket. At the same time, Sehun comes out from the bathroom looking all fresh and ready to sleep.
“Huh? Are you going somewhere?”
Jongin nods. He puts the wallet into his other pocket and takes his jacket and motorcyle’s keys. “Soojung asked me to buy her food. Are you still gonna sleepover?”
“Yeah, I guess. I don’t want to go back to my room, it’s lonely,” he pouts and Jongin looks at him in disgust, “At least I have Monggu here.”
“Okay then, suit yourself,” Jongin says as he walks to the door and randomly chooses his shoes. The look on Monggu’s face when Jongin checks at the clock and shoot, he’s already wasted a minute and now he only have nineteen minutes left to buy the fried chicken, is almost like he pities his owner.
Jongin ignores that and silently prays Soojung will not sulk if he arrives a little bit late.
She does sulk.
“You’re late,” she says after opening the door for Jongin, her hands crosses across her chest. She pouts and huffs loudly, as if she’s showing Jongin that she’s truly mad with him right now.
Instead of saying ‘I tried my best to come in twenty minutes but really, the chicken needs time to cook but hey I’m only late for five minutes’ that will earn him a glare and a kick on the ass, he settles with, “I’m sorry, baby. But good news,” he lifts the plastic bag with the chickens that wraps nicely inside the box, “here’s the chicken.”
Soojung’s face lights up immediately.
She takes the plastic bag from Jongin’s hand and skipping happily to the living room. He follows her and sits beside at the couch, his girlfriend already opening the box eagerly. “Oh, you got it half-half in two flavour!”
“You like it?” he asks.
Jongin forgot to ask what flavour that Soojung likes but he didn’t have the guts to call her and risk himself to get scold with something like ‘we’ve been dating for almost two years and you still need to ask which flavour that I like?!’ which is something so cliche that Soojung wouldn’t say in daily life, but just in case because she can turn into different person when she’s on her period.
In the end, he chose the classic flavour. The honey butter and cheese.
“I like it!” she beams happily.
Yeah, classic never goes wrong, he lets out a relief sigh.
Jongin rests his body deeper into the couch, and Soojung beside him simply munching her chicken while her eyes sticks to the television in front of them. The figure of Theodore Twombly in front of his computer, answering the ‘would you like the OS to have a male or female voice?’ with ‘female, yes’ and then the operating system asking him another question again.
“You never get bored watching this?”
Jongin shuts his mouth right away. His words just now sounded like he’s underestimating Soojung’s favorite movie, but thank God she seems to be too engrossed with it to think about it that way. Instead, she smiles and turns her head for a second to Jongin.
“Yes. Never.”
And then her eyes are back to the screen.
Jongin blinks, before his face mirrors the same smile and chooses to enjoy watching the movie and Soojung at the same time. He might be weird but he’s truly love how Soojung always become like this everytime she watches her favorite movies, especially ‘Her’.
She always have this sparks on her eyes, screaming ‘this is so good’ and ‘how beautiful this is’ and sometimes it’s so endearing that Jongin feels he’s falling in love all over again because of that.
So he inhales the faint smell of the cozy vanilla air freshener that Soojung always uses, and the mixes of honey and cheese, as they quietly watches the movie.
Somehow they shift closer to each other little by little as the movie goes by. It ends up with Soojung resting her head on Jongin’s shoulder and one of Jongin’s hand sneaks to her waist, pulling her closer. The box that filled with fried chickens is now empty and placed on top of the coffee table in front of them, and the movie that they watching is closer to the ending.
“Where are you going?”
“It would be hard to explain, but if you ever get there, come find me. Nothing would ever pull us apart.”
The parting scene where Theodore and Samantha lovingly say goodbye to each other is inevitable, and by the times Theodore finished writing a letter for his ex-wife, Catherine, then watching the city from the rooftop with Amy, Soojung is already a sobbing mess.
Jongin chuckles. “Are you okay?”
He reaches for the box of tissues on top the coffee table and offers it to Soojung, which she gladly accepts as she pulls out some of it and blows her nose.
“I’m okay,” she answers with hoarse voice, “It just, it’s sad.”
Jongin smiles as he ruffles Soojung’s hair, his girlfriend clearly liking it as she leans into the touch.
“You should sleep now. It’s getting late,” he says.
Soojung hums but she clings to Jongin’s arm and rubs her face into it, like how Monggu usually do to him. Jongin’s heart flutter at how adorable it is.
“Will you stay?” Soojung’s eyes peek through Jongin’s arm that hides her face, the question is pretty bold and if she’s not looking at Jongin so innocently, Jongin will misunderstand it for sure.
“Can I?” she nods, “Then let’s go to sleep.”
They get up from the couch, Soojung walks back to her room and Jongin takes the empty chicken’s box to the kitchen and throw it into the trash. After that, Jongin shuffles to Soojung’s room as well and sees her taking out a plain tshirt and sweatpants that belongs to Jongin from her drawer. Jongin’s already stays over before so there’s some of his stuff on Soojung’s apartement. It’s a pretty intimate move, having your stuff on your significant other’s place, but it’s also means Soojung is comfortable around him and accept him wholly with open arms.
“I’ll go to the bathroom first,” Jongin nods at that and Soojung makes her way to the bathroom that’s right in front of her room.
While waiting, Jongin takes a sit on the bed and opens his phone. There’s no calls or texts from Sehun, which means he’s already asleep on Jongin’s apartement. He types quick ‘I’m staying at Soojung’s, don’t forget to feed monggu’ and hits send.
Soojung takes a while in bathroom, and by the time she’s finished, Jongin almost knocks out by drowsiness. Soojung shakes his arm softly, “You can use the bathroom now.”
Jongin yawns as he answers, “Yes,” and brings the clothes with him to the bathroom.
He quickly brushes his teeth and washes his face, then quickly changes his clothes and fold the clothes he wore before neatly. Once he’s back to Soojung’s room, it’s already dim with the only lamp on the drawer beside her bed lights up the room and there’s a lump under a big, fluffy blanket.
“Soojung?”
He heard a hum, indicating that Soojung’s still awake. She peeks her head out of the blanket and her hand is patting the place beside her, silently asking Jongin to come. He doesn’t know why he’s still a nervous wreck although it’s not the first time they cuddle and sleep together.
Jongin timidly goes under the blanket with Soojung, she shits closer to him and Jongin’s arm automatically wraps around Soojung’s waist. He nuzzles to her hair and feels content. It’s really warm, maybe because the blanket does a good job or Soojung just so close with him, but he likes it.
Jongin finds himself slowly falling sleep not long after that.
The moment Jongin opens his eyes, the morning’s ray of sunshine finding its way to Jongin’s face from the gap on opening curtain, Soojung is nowhere to be found. He blinks once, twice and stifles a yawn with his hand as he stretches his body. He takes his phone from the drawer beside the bed and it’s alreay 8 AM according to it. Thank God today he doesn’t have any class.
He stays for another ten minutes before he decides to find his girlfriend. Maybe she’s on the kitchen because she’s also doesn’t have class today, so Jongin goes to the kitchen after freshened up at the bathroom first. His guts was right as he sees the slim figures with hair falls loose up to her waist holding a big spoonful of batter and pours it into the waffle machine. She must be making her signature dish of blueberry waffle, a breakfast that she usually makes whenever Jongin stays over.
“Hey,” she obviously startled at that, “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” she replies, somehow looks rigid as Jongin walks closer to her.
That’s bring a big question mark to Jongin’s head.
“Hey, what happened? You look like you’re scared with me.”
Soojung takes a while to answer, and it’s barely a whisper. “I’m sorry.”
Jongin’s forehead wrinkle in concern. “For what?”
“Um, for being whinny last night and made you bought me a fried chicken at midnight and asked you to stay over. I shouldn’t have do that, I’m sorry.”
Jongin wants to laugh out loud but Soojung seriously sounds like she’s concern with how she acted the night before, and she doesn’t even spare a look at Jongin. His girlfriend really troubled with it.
He lets out a deep sigh and goes standing behind her back, his hand finds his way—as always—on her waist and pulls her back slowly against Jongin’s chest. He puts his chin on her shoulder, smelling a fresh mint and blueberry from Soojung.
“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay,” he says, “I don’t mind. It just mean that you’re comfortable enough in front of me that you able to do all those things. Beside, I’m your boyfriend and of course you can be whinny and clingy with me. You can’t do it with someone else.”
Soojung laughs at that. “What if I do that with someone else?”
Jongin frowns almost immediately, doesn’t like the idea of it. “You can’t. I don’t want anyone else to see how cute you are when you’re being clingy and whinny.”
He doesn’t have to see to know that Soojung is currently smiling shyly at his words because he knows her pretty well. But he truly doesn’t know that Soojung will put her palm on his cheek to pulls him closer and kisses him on the other cheek.
“Thank you,” she says, leaning her weight completely on his chest and starts humming a random song.
Jongin bites back his smile and can’t help to think with how fast Soojung’s mood can change when she’s on her period. One time she’s whinny, one time she’s clingy, one time she’s shy, one time she’s happy and so on.
And Jongin finds himself doesn’t mind it at all.
Jongin is singing a low ‘nal neomuneomuneomu neomuneomuneomu neomuneomuneomu’ as he takes his key out of his pocket and unlocks the apartement door. He thought Sehun already went back to his place, he finds the pale guy sitting on his couch while chewing cereal—his cereal—still in the same sleeping pajama he wore last night. Monggu barks a ‘welcome home!’ before goinf back to eat his food beside Sehun’s feet.
Before he can say anything, Sehun already beats him with a heavy teasing tone while saying, “So you stayed the night? I thought she’s on her period.”
It takes less than five seconds to throw him out of the room.
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Date: 2017-01-01 10:33 am (UTC)