Happy Valentine’s Day! (drabble)
I’m on fire with the drabbles right now. Three nights in a row!
This drabble is actually part of a verse I started on ao3, which you can find here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5509670. Basically Tae and Guk are silly in love and are engaged. Happy Valentine’s Day!
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“No, I specifically remember ordering Tiffany roses. Tiffany.”
Taehyung struggles to balance his cell phone on his shoulder as he searches for his keys.
“Oh but dear, I’ve heard English roses are very in right now.”
Taehyung sighs, switching his phone to the other side so he can check his other pocket. Honestly, planning a wedding was a lot harder than he’d thought it would be.
“Look, I’m not really interested in what’s popular; my fiancée and I specifically asked for Tiffany roses. If you can’t give us what we asked for, then I’m going to have to find another florist.”
“Oh, no need for that, dear.” the florist says, suddenly fearful of losing her customer, “Of course we can get you Tiffany roses.”
Taehyung finally locates his keys deep in his back pocket and he pulls them out, unlocking the door to their apartment.
“I would be grateful, thank you.”
He finally hangs up on the florist and sets his bags down in the hallway, breathing a sigh of relief. Honestly, they should have just hired a wedding planner to do all of this for them (but for some reason, Taehyung had insisted on doing it all himself). He’s about to announce his arrival so that Jeongguk knows he’s home but then he hears conversation coming from further in the apartment and he stops himself, wondering who could possibly be here in their apartment at 9:30 on a Sunday night.
He quietly toes his shoes off at the door and creeps into their apartment, stopping just before he gets to the kitchen.
“Okay, do you have the cream heating up in the pan?”
“Yea, it’s almost boiling, like you said.”
“Okay, good. Add the herbs and the parsley–oh, and the salt and pepper, but not too much.”
“How much is not too much, hyung?”
“Maybe just a pinch or two.”
From where he’s standing (hidden by a wall), it sounds like Seokjin is in the kitchen with Jeongguk, but when Taehyung peeks around the corner to check, Seokjin is nowhere to be found.
“Now what?” Jeongguk asks, glancing over at a small black device on the counter. Oh, he’s on the phone.
“Add the shrimp and the scallops.” Seokjin’s voice says.
“Scallops … oh shit!”
Jeongguk quickly turns around, grabbing a pan that’s begun to smoke off the stove and throwing it down onto the counter.
“Jeongguk? Is everything alright over there?”
“Shit, hyung, I burnt the scallops!”
Taehyung stifles a giggle, trying not to give away his little hiding place as he watches Jeongguk stumble around the kitchen.
Jeongguk’s never cooked a day in his life. It’s always been Taehyung, the aunties at the orphanage, or Chinese takeout for him.
Jeongguk manages to get the shrimp into the pan, but the scallops lie discarded on the counter. He cooks the shrimp in the pasta for a little while before Seokjin tells him to stop (before he burns that too).
“Okay, now you need to plate it. It doesn’t just have to taste good, it has to look good too.” Seokjin says, and Taehyung can practically see his hyung cocking his hip on the other side of the phone.
“Really, hyung? Are you sure that’s just not you and your obsession with beauty?”
“Yah, you punk! Do you want this to be special for Taehyung, or not?”
Jeongguk pauses for a second. “How should I plate it?”
Taehyung watches with a pleasant warm feeling in his stomach as Jeongguk carefully follows Seokjin’s directions, plating the pasta beautifully and arranging it on the dining room table with candles and a nice tablecloth and a bouquet of roses in the center.
“Do you think you can handle the rest by yourself?” Seokjin asks.
“Yea, hyung, I think I can take it from here. Thanks for your help. Oh, and tell Namjoon hyung to go easy on you tonight.”
“Jeon Jeongguk, you–”
Jeongguk cuts him off with a bout of laughter, hanging up on his hyung and shoving his phone into his back pocket. He takes a moment to step back and look at everything and Taehyung figures this is the perfect time to announce his presence.
“Jeonggukkie, I’m home!” Taehyung says, walking into the kitchen/dining room area of their apartment like he he’d just arrived home. Jeongguk jumps, startled.
“Taehyung! I-I thought you weren’t supposed to come home until ten?” Jeongguk says, straightening out his sweater and throwing the dish towel that had previously been slung over his shoulder, into the sink.
Taehyung shrugs, “I got out a little early.” He walks over to Jeongguk and wraps his arms around the younger’s neck. “Is that a problem?”
Jeongguk smiles. “Of course not, baby. I just wanted to be a little more prepared.”
Jeongguk leans down to kiss him, indulging the elder.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” Jeongguk says, smiling against Taehyung’s lips. Taehyung returns the smile, kissing him again.
“Do I smell pasta?” Taehyung teases, raising an eyebrow at his fiancée.
“Mm, maybe.”
Jeongguk leads Taehyung over to the dining room and pulls out his chair for him, waiting for the elder to sit down before taking his own seat.
“Wow, Jeonggukkie, I’m actually kind of impressed. This is the first time you’ve ever cooked for me.”
“Well, prepare to be amazed. I did it all by myself.”
Taehyung wants to point out the fact that he had Seokjin on the phone to hold his hand through the process, but Jeongguk looks cute when he’s this proud of himself like this.
Jeongguk watches expectantly as Taehyung takes his first bite, unconsciously biting his lower lip. He looks incredibly nervous, like that time when he was about to find out whether or not he’d gotten that scholarship for college. How cute.
It’s actually pretty good, especially considering Jeongguk’s level of cooking (level 0), but Taehyung decides to play with him a little.
“Hmm,” he says, twirling his fork around in the pasta aimlessly, “it’s good, but I feel like it’s missing something. Maybe … scallops? Isn’t this dish usually served with scallops?”
Jeongguk’s face turns fifty shades of pink and Taehyung tries to suppress his laughter.
“W-well, I didn’t want to overcrowd the plate, you know? And I wasn’t sure if you even liked scallops, so I … yea.”
“I’m just kidding, Jeongguk, it’s fine.” Taehyung says, giving Jeongguk a loving smile. His heart flutters knowing that Jeongguk put this much work into making Valentine’s Day special for him; going out of his comfort zone to prepare all of this.
The rest of dinner goes by pretty smoothly, ending with a beautiful chocolate cake that Jeongguk had bought from the patisserie down the street (he wasn’t even going to try on that one; Jeongguk was a disaster when it can to using the oven). Later, while they’re curled up together, sharing a bottle of red wine on the patio, Jeongguk surprises him with another gift.
“If you don’t like it, we can always exchange it for another one.” Jeongguk says, watching as Taehyung slips the white ribbon off the Tiffany blue box.
Taehyung raises the lid off the box and gasps, eyes landing on the beautiful diamond line bracelet nestled in the white tissue paper.
“Jeongguk … it’s beautiful.” Taehyung breathes, admiring the diamonds and the beautiful white gold. He turns to Jeongguk and offers him the box. “Will you put it on for me?”
“Of course.”
Jeongguk takes the box and lifts up the bracelet, carefully wrapping it around Taehyung’s delicate wrist.
“It looks lovely on you, baby.” Jeongguk praises, stroking Taehyung’s wrist lovingly.
“I love it, Jeongguk. Thank you.”
Taehyung leans forward to press a kiss on Jeongguk’s mouth.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Taehyung smiles. “Best one yet.”
“But many more to come.”
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bracelet: http://www.tiffany.com/jewelry/bracelets/tiffany-t-diamond-line-bracelet-35101934?fromGrid=1&search_params=p+1-n+10000-c+287458-s+5-r+-t+-ni+1-x+-lr+-hr+-ri+-mi+-pp+5413+14&search=0&origin=browse&searchkeyword=&trackpdp=bg&fromcid=287458