anon asked: this may seem weird as hell but like a scenario w/ taeyong where you go to waffle house at like 2am and just really fluffy
warnings: fuckin fluff; it’s literally 2am so it’s unedited
a/n: i MISS silver haired yongie. this is CUTE
How you’d ended up at waffle house at 2:00 in the morning was beyond you. Maybe it was because you’d never be able to say no to him. He had some kind of hypnotic spell over you that made it so incredibly hard to refuse him anything. If he asked for the moon, you’d probably try to get it for him. That’s how much you love him. Love. That’s what the spell is.
But this dumbass love shit wasn’t helping you very much at all.
It was 1:30 when Taeyong returned from NCT’s show in Hong Kong. He’d been gone for a week, and you’d volunteered to housesit for him while he was gone. You were planning to leave the evening before he got back, so he could have a minute to himself, alone to breathe. But of course, you missed him. So you’d “accidentally” fell asleep in his bed, taking in the intoxicating scent of his sheets and hugging his pillow.
You’d been awakened by a light turned on and hot breath on your cheek and ear. You inhaled. Vanilla and mint. He’d mananged to take a shower before he got home. You kept your eyes closed, suppressing a smile to make your boyfriend think you were still sleeping. You felt his breath get hotter and nearer, until finally he kissed your cheek softly.
Everything in you melted. You felt your body relax into the mattress as his smooth lips danced across your skin. He nudged your cheek with his nose, in a gentle attempt to wake you up. You still held back smiles.
But Taeyong noticed it. He saw the corner of your lip twitch upward for a split second. He always noticed the small details of you. He grinned brightly, catching onto your teasing.
“Alright, get up, you little shit.” He lifted up from nuzzling your cheek, and grabbed a pillow, hitting you with it. You laughed into the bed, buryiing yourself deeper into the mattress. It was warm, you’d rather not leave the spot right now.
“No, I’m sleeping.” You retorted, pulling one of his blankts over your body. It was pointless, because you felt strong arms pull it away within seconds. You groaned, finnaly rolling onto your back, letting your eyes open. You gave your eyes a minute to adjust and then looked to the figure standing beside the bed.
“You’re on my side of our bed, first of all.” He says with a teasing undertone.
“Our bed.” You chuckled. He always did that, used “our” instead of “my”.
You smiled, your eyes taking in every aspect of his appearance. He looked tired, which made your heart tug a little, but his eyes still held that same sparkle you find yourself enraptured with. They were a part of the stupid spell. His hair was messy and he probably hadn’t gotten it styled after his shower, and he was dressed like you’d expect from someone who’d just taken a long plane ride. He didn’t have to worry about airport pictures because of the hour, so his outfit was much more laidback than usual. His grey sweatpants hung around his hips lazily. Your eyes traveled to his face. The ethereal bareface that you adore with every ounce of your being. He seems to be scanning you just as you’re scanning him. You notice his cheekbones accenting a smirk, and you pull out of your adoring reverie as he speaks again.
“Why are you smiling like that? Weirdo.” He says in a tired, relaxed tone. You loved it.
“It’s nice when your voice was the first thing I hear when I wake up.” You smile, and he rolled his eyes in mock embarrassment, but his cheeks tinted a little pink.
“Gimme hug.” He said, outstretching his arms. It was less of a question and more of an order. And, of course, you can’t say no to him.
You get up quickly and cling your arms around his neck in a sloppy hug, your chin digging into his chest as you look up at him and he looks down at you. Your noses are brushing and you take in his eyes. He was so tired, you could tell. He pecked your lips and you smiled, your sleepy brain going ballistic
“Go to bed.” You let him go, moving so he could get in. He looked at it longingly, but turned to you instead.
“I’m hungry, let’s get something to eat.” He said, mischief in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but snort at your little Jack Frost.
“It’s 2am. Absolutely not.” You nudge him towards his bed. “In the morning.”
He looked down at you, turning on his puppy dog eyes within seconds. You groaned, staring at the ceiling, already sensing the oncoming defeat. You know he needs to rest and it’s not good to eat this late, and he knew this as well. He just wanted to be spontaneous, you guessed. And he was going to win the argument.
“Nobody’s even open right now.” You retort, pushing him gently to the bed.
“But waffles.” He pouted, pulling you towards the door.
“At least let me put on my shoes first! Jesus.” You sighed, wordlessly letting Taeyong win. He smiled smugly, used to getting his way, but not in a bratty way, somehow.
He tapped his foot impatiently as you put on your shoes, silver hair falling in his eyes. and you glared up at him. “Don’t rush me!”
“I’m not even saying anything!” He laughed, and you stood up, making sure to shove him lightly. You followed Taeyong as walked towards the front door, but caught a glimpse of the two of you in the mirror on the wall. He looked so good, all the time. And you couldn’t quite put your finger on why, or how, he’d ended up loving you. Of all people, you? He was so.... Taeyong! And in your eyes, you were completely, fully unworthy.For every flaw you had, it seemed Taeyong had one more perfection.
Again, Taeyong noticed. He noticed your prolonged stare at yourself, your glare laced with some disgust. He sighed, he knew you too well. He fell back to stand behind you, and grabbed your waist, resting his chin on yourshoulder. He knew the look on your face all too well, he’d grown to hate the sadness in your eyes when you didn’t believe that you were enough for him. He turned your chin to him with his forefinger, faces inches apart. His eyes, in their unlined, tired, completeness, begged you to understand his adoration for you without him saying it. He’d always adore you, he always had. He smiled softly, his blinking prolonged at the grogginess the warmth of your body made him feel. You were always making him feel things. And yet, you couldn’t see it.
“Hey, you look wonderful. I love you.” His small reassurance made your heart start performing jumping jacks. You smiled back, scrunching your nose at him.
“Whatever, I love you more.”
He rolled his eyes. He hated the “more” game. You’d always try to outdo him and he hated being outdone. He liked to be the best.
“Morer. I love you more-er.” He finnaly stood straight, grabbing your keys from the table by the door. He knew you’d forget them, per usual.
“Mostest!” You chirped to him as he opened the door, the cold hitting your face instantly. Why the fuck were you letting him take you to Waffle House at 2am?
“Nerd.” He mumbled, claiming your hand as you made the walk to the car, bodies pressing together, fusing as one against the unreasonable night weather.
“Moron.” You stick out your tongue. This was love. Pure, unfiltered love, to the point of wanting to hit him upside the head half the time.
He opened your door for you, like the gentleman he could be when he felt like it, and closed it behind you. You scoffed. Had it been any other day, you’d have told him you could’ve done it yourself. But it was 2am, and you missed him. He slid into the drivers seat, and you smiled over at him as the car drove along the well lit, uninhabited road. The car was at first, save the low hum of the heater, but it didn’t stay that way for long. The two of you had spent entire nights laughing, talking and arguing in the course of your relationship, it was never hard to find a topic to speak about. Your differing viewpoints on life made your conversations lively.
He expanded your mind. He pushed you to see life in a different light. And you did the same for him. You knew him. You’d always tried to show him the best in himself. Just when he was on the verge of giving up, you were his motivation to continue on. You knew how amazing he was. You knew he could eat up choreographies and verses.
And even in this, you knew his faults. You knew sometimes he could shut down and emotionally become unavailable. You knew that and even his less serious faults. Like his teeth grinding habit, or the annoying thing he does when he stares at people for too long, or his general awkwardness around strangers. You knew these things and accepted them. It was a part of him, and you loved it. Him and his faults and perfections.
Soon he was babbling on about his week in Hong Kong. You listened intently. He was so passionate about his work, his fans, his members. His life was a whirlwind of passion and emotions and you were a part of it and you were so caught up in it.
He was still talking when you seated in the booth at Waffle House. He was saying something about Donghyuck and Chenle getting into a scrabble right before one of the stages, and Donghyuck pulling out Chenle’s mic on purpose, and Chenle, in turn, singing unnecessary runs during Hyuck’s solo. Some minor something that was funny to him, so you laughed. There was only one other customer, and judging by the 18 wheeler across the street, he was probably a trucker. There was a waiter who looked like he’d rather be anywhere than there, tooo.
After explaining how all 16 of them scolded the pair, and the managers almost busting their lungs in anger, for what seemed like the first time in 10 minutes, Taeyong inhaled. He rarely talked that much in one go, and you chuckled as he stared at your face for a reaction. You smiled at him, hand in your chin. He smiled back.
You felt peace. In Waffle House at 2am, with this silver headed boy who was used to getting his way, you felt a peace. Or maybe it was exhaustion. You had no idea what Taeyong was running on. He had to be exhausted.
And he was. But he’d missed you so, so much and he was so hungry, that he wouldn’t let himself just go to sleep without food and at least a small talk with you. He’d missed your voice. Not that the two of you hadn’t spoken every night.
“So, how on earth did you sleep in our bed without me?” He said teasingly. There he goes with the “ours” again.
“Do you ever shut up? I slept fine.” You said curtly. His bottom lip became a pout quickly, and your eyes lingered over it. His lip balm was practically begging to be kissed off. You rolled your eyes. He was irritating.
“I couldn’t sleep without our teddy bear .” He says, in the most adorable, raw voice you’d ever heard. You almost physically groan at his cuteness. The teddy bear you were parenting together, named Goo was in constant rotation between the two of you. He kept her when he went overseas, and you had her when he was at home. She was “practice” for the puppy you planned on parenting, but had become more of a sleep aid for the two of you. A romantic gesture.
“Yeah, well, maybe I slept in your shirts while you were gone.” You mumbled into your straw. Taeyong physically “aw”ed.
“That’s unfairly cute.” He narrowed his eyes at you, scanning the menu.
“Would you like to order now?” The waiter interrupted your conversation curtly, obviously not caring. You looked up, nodding.
You ordered your favorite, pancakes, and Taeyong groaned.
“It’s Waffle House, why are you ordering pancakes?”
“Because I want some fucking pancakes.” You shove his shoe under the table, grinning. You loved the annoyed stare he gave you, knowing how much irritation, but love was behind it.
He shook his head at you, pointedly ordering waffles.
You burst into giggles as the waiter, who didn’t find either of you funny in the slightest, walked away lazily. You couldn’t blame him, really. You’d hate to have an overnight shift at Waffle House. Your eyes scan over Taeyong, who’s lazily rubbing his eyes. You can tell he’s so sleepy.
“Let’s get the food to go, and I’ll drive home so you can sleep.” You offer.
“I missed you, baby.” Taeyong yawns, his fave squished into his palm as he leaned on it, his eyes fluttering shut. You leaned across the table and kissed his nose, and he hummed.
“I missed you more, Yong.” Your fingers brush hair off of his forehead, caressing the soft milky like skin. He sighed into your touch, eyes still closed as he neared total sleep.
You motioned to your waiter, and he walked over, eyeing Taeyong with an annoyed stare.
“I’m sorry, is there any way we can get those orders in a to-go box? I’ve gotta get him home.”
“Sure.” He shrugged, walking back to the kitchen. Your eyes glued back to your lover’s face. You’d never get tired of staring at him. Especially in his exposed state. He was so rarely in just Taeyong mode. He was mostly always in idol, writer, producer, dancer, MC, or leader mode. That cold mode. Which you didn’t mind. But seeing him unprofessional, in his Trasher hoodie and grey sweats, in Jack Frost, the silly boy with big dreams mode, that was refreshing. No matter how popular he got, he’d always be your little Jack Frost.
He probably felt your stare, because his bright eyes flickered open. “I’m sorry.” He yawned.
“No, it’s okay. Rest.” You insisted. He folded his arms on the table and tried to stay alert still. Sleep was taking over his body, he had to admit he was stupid to think he could stay awake. You’d known. You always knew.
“Not that.” Another yawn. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around that much lately. I know... I know it must be hard for you.”
Your heart tugged. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t miss him on he nights he didn’t call, or missed a date, or had to cut contact for a while. You couldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt when he repeatedly had to leave for weeks, months on end. You couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t hard.
But it was the love. The spell held it all together, even when you were on the end of your rope. Your love for him made it all okay, somehow. Knowing he was doing what made him happy, knowing he loved you, and you him, completely, more than words could express, made it all bearable.
“Lee Taeyong, loving you will never, ever, ever be hard for me.” You looked him dead in the eyes and smiled. “And if loving you includes sometimes having to give you up. That’s okay with me.” You reached for his hands. “As long as you always come back.”
“Of course I’ll always come back, we have a child together.” He smiled sleepily.
“Goo is not a child, she’s a Koala. But okay.”
The waiter soon returned with two boxes and a check, which you signed, since Taeyong was ridiculously hovering between being awake and unconscious. He kept mumbling things and trying to keep himself awake, but he collapsed in the passengers seat of the car, snoring within seconds.
Getting him into the house was a chore, half carrying, half dragging. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was what marriage was like. Helping the absolutely not awake love of your life get through the front door. Falling so, so hopelessly in love and willing to give up yourself for another person. This person, in all of their heavy, snoring messiness. This person who wouldn’t stop making knock knock jokes in their sleep. You chuckled as you plopped him on the bed. You pulled off his shoes and he smiled, snuggling against his pillow. You didn’t bother with his hoodie, but slipped off your pants and climbed into bed with him, switching off the light. You left the boxes with pancakes and waffles on the dresser, ready to be eaten in the morning. You snuggled into Taeyong’s chest. Nothing was ever too close with him. You’d fuse with him if you could, creating one, whole being. That’s what the two of you were together. Whole.
“Goodnight, babydoll.” He mumbled, arms wrapped around you instantly. He was warm for a Jack Frost.
“Goodnight, nerd.” You smiled into his chest, falling back asleep as if you hadn’t spent an hour with Lee Taeyong at Waffle House at 2am.
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