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Lost in ikea
"Why does Jong-woo have to be so small?" Moon-jo wonders, as he runs down another aisle.
"He's small and cute." Moon-jo's brain adds unhelpfully.
Now is NOT the time!
He can't believe he lost Jong-woo at IKEA of all places. The building is huge! How will he ever find his darling?
"Jong-woo! Babe!" Moon-jo yells as he turns into another aisle and almost runs face first into a poor unsuspecting Ikea employee.
"Sir, are you alright?" The employee asks, taking in Moon-jo's disheveled form: his red face, heaving chest, wild hair and wide eyes.
"I lost my boyfriend!" Moon-jo tells the employee frantically.
The employee nods with a concerned look, "What does he look like?"
Moon-jo, already feeling very anxious, feels his eyes begin to prickle with tears, so he blurts the first thing that comes to his mind: "Beautiful!"
The poor employee nods her head nervously, "Okay, what are some other, uh, defining features?"
"Hyung?"
Moon-jo spins around to find his boyfriend looking grumpy (as usual) with their cart of things.
Moon-jo practically flings himself into Jong-woo's arms.
"Babe!!! I looked for you everywhere!!"
Jong-woo, true to his grumpy nature, rolls his eyes, "I know, I could hear you screaming from across the building. I texted you, didn't you see?"
Moon-jo pauses.
His phone.
Oh.
Right.
He has a phone.
Moon-jo slowly pulls his phone out of his mouth pocket and sure enough Jong-woo did text him.
Hyung, I’m in the lamp aisle.
*missed call from Darling 💕💕*
Hyung, please stop screaming.
*missed call from Daring💕💕*
Hyung.
Hyung.
Where are you??
*missed call from Darling💕💕*
Moon-jo smiles at Jong-woo sheepishly and in response Jong-woo sends him a completely unimpressed look before turning and nodding to the employee, "Sorry for the trouble."
The employee just nods and makes a swift get-away, eager to get away from the crazy man who lost his grumpy boyfriend.
Turning back to Moon-jo, Jong-woo sighs and holds out his hand to the older man, "Come on. I don't want you getting lost again."
As they walk down the aisle, Jong-woo pushing the cart with one hand and holding Moon-jo's hand with the other, he says, "Maybe I should get you one of those backpack leashes parents use for kids."
"Babe!"
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Mosquito Bite
Moon-jo stands outside the grocery store waiting for Jong-woo. The smaller man had insisted that he go by himself, saying that he would be fast and they only needed two things anyways.
(Moon-jo thinks his boyfriend just doesn't want to worry about losing him in the store because the “Ikea incident” was still fresh in his mind.)
As Moon-jo waits he hears a familiar voice.
"Moon-jo!"
Moon-jo turns and sees Ji-eun waving at him with Jae-ho trailing behind her. As she approaches her face changes from happy to worried.
"Oh my god, Moon-jo! What happened to your neck?"
Moon-jo immediately moves his hand to cover the mark and laughs nervously, "Ah, it's just a mosquito bite." He smiles in a way that he hopes is convincing.
As he says this Jong-woo emerges from the store.
"Hey, Mosquito." Jae-ho says humorlessly.
Jong-woo looks confused at Moon-jo and Ji-eun's twin looks of mortification.
Neither of them explain.
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Bathroom
Moon-jo needs to pee. He needs to pee SO bad. In fact, he's needed to pee very, very badly for about 10 minutes now.
Unfortunately, his boyfriend had decided to suction cup himself to Moon-jo in the middle of the night like a clingy octopus. His grip on Moon-jo's waist is so tight that Moon-jo doubts he would be able to escape his boyfriend's grasp even if he wanted to.
(Half of Moon-jo wants to escape to go to the bathroom but the other half wants to stay and bed and enjoy Jong-woo being snuggly.)
Struggling was futile, Jong-woo is strong and sleeps like the dead.
It was unfortunate really, Jong-woo looked so cute with his bed head and long dark eyelashes and Moon-jo couldn't even appreciate it because of his stupid bladder.
Unwilling (and also unable) to wake his sleeping boyfriend, Moon-jo suffers in silence, listening to the sound of his oblivious boyfriend's breathing.
"Think of something else, think of something else."
Moon-jo looks down at Jong-woo desperately and tries to think about how insufferably adorable the smaller man looks with his face smushed against Moon-jo chest.
His bladder throbs.
Moon-jo wants to cry.
Should he just pee himself? Would that be better than waking Jong-woo up? Well.... He doesn't think he could wake Jong-woo even if he wanted to. If he peed would that wake Jong-woo up?
Just as Moon-jo is seriously considering peeing himself as an option, Jong-woo stirs.
"G' morning, Hyung." Jong-woo greets sleepily, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He releases his death-grip hold on Moon-jo so he can stretch.
Moon-jo takes a few seconds to appreciate Jong-woo stretching and yawning like a cat before rolling himself out of bed, falling onto the floor with a loud (and distinctly ungrateful) thud and sprinting to the bathroom like a madman, leaving a very confused Jong-woo behind.
"Hyung?"
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Argument
Moon-jo wanted to apologize the second Jong-woo had stomped into their room and shut the door.
Moon-jo knew, logically, that Jong-woo should be the one to apologize. After all, he was the one that hadn't loaded the dishwasher when it was his turn.
On the other hand, Moon-jo knew that he could have done it or just waited for Jong-woo to finish what he was writing.
Alas, he had not done either of those things. And in typical Jong-woo fashion, his boyfriend had gotten angry and stormed into their bedroom to stew in his anger.
While Moon-jo knows that asking Jong-woo to load the dishwasher wasn't unreasonable and that Jong-woo shouldn't explode at people whenever he gets angry. Moon-jo also knows that he himself hates fighting and that Jong-woo had had a particularly bad day at work.
Moon-jo worries at his bottom lip as he looks at the closed bedroom door. He doesn't want to enable Jong-woo's bad temper but he also doesn't want to fight over dishes. And looking back.... He hadn't asked Jong-woo nicely to do the dishes.... Well... okay... he hadn't asked.... He told Jong-woo to do the dishes..... He'd probably sounded like that rude coworker Jong-woo always complains about.
Moon-jo runs a hand over his face, "This is the dumbest argument ever. Let's just apologize."
Just as Moon-jo is about to get up from his chair, Jong-woo shuffles out of their bedroom. His ears are bright red (never a good sign) as he walks past Moon-jo into the kitchen. Jong-woo silently loads the dishwasher (it takes 5 minutes) and then moves to stand in front of Moon-jo, glaring at him like a pouty toddler.
"Thank you, babe."
"You're welcome." Jong-woo huffs.
Moon-jo holds out his arms to Jong-woo in a silent invitation, which Jong-woo wordlessly accepts, clambering into Moon-jo's lap and burying his face into his shoulder.
After a few minutes Jong-woo speaks, voice muffled:
"Sorry I got mad... I was just angry because of work. When you told me to the dishes I took out my frustration on you... I'm sorry, I really was planning to do the dishes after I finished writing."
Moon-jo sighs in relief, "I'm sorry too. I should have asked you to do the dishes instead of telling you to do the dishes, especially since I knew you had a bad day at work."
Moon-jo feels Jong-woo huff against his shoulder, "This is dumb."
Moon-jo raises an eyebrow at Jong-woo's statement.
"Fighting over dishes is dumb. Is this why old married couples are always arguing?"
Moon-jo laughs.