@byunfirstlady asks: Knock knock, another request 🌹 any exo boy you want with 26 and 65 please 🌻 also take your time!
a/n: we desperately need more Jongdae in our lives. Next drabble game pls send more of this soft hubby ok??? Also girl did I not take your ‘take your time’ seriously oh my lordt
DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST
Jongdae seemed distracted lately. The two of you waited tables at the small diner in your town, and usually your shared shifts were spent teasing one another and cracking jokes, giving the rest of the crew a hard time. But the past three shifts were the complete opposite, with Jongdae virtually ignoring you the whole time.
It bummed you out, but you thought that maybe he had a lot on his plate lately, so you didn’t question him about his strange behavior.
It became a cause of concern when it visibly started affecting his work.
Like now, you watched as he went to wipe down a table, spilling the salt shaker in the process, causing a bigger mess. He swore under his breath, shoulders slumping as he went to clean the seasoning off the table. Oh, this wouldn’t do.
You were only a few tables away when it happened, so you breezed past him. “Isn’t that bad luck?”
“What is?” He asked, voice void of any amusement, which was a first.
You internally frowned, but pressed on. “Spilling salt. You’re supposed to throw it over your left shoulder or the devil will get you.”
“It’s a good thing I’m not superstitious then, huh?”
“Well, I am.” You took a pinch that still lingered and threw it over your left shoulder like you’d advised. He scoffed and headed into the back, you trailing after him.
“Alright, Jongdae,” you said once the two of you were in the privacy of the kitchen. “What’s going on with you? It feels like lately you don’t want anything to do with me.”
He sighed, eyes locking with your fellow coworkers who were in the same room, making it pretty obvious they were pretending they weren’t listening.
“Not here,” he finally replied, voice cold.
“Then when?” You pressed on. “You can’t keep giving me the cold shoulder! Especially if I don’t even know why!”
“I’ll explain everything later, okay?” He promised through gritted teeth.
“Jongdae! You’re needed out front! Table four!”
You watched in amazement as he changed his demeanor. His tight lips curling into an attractive polite smile as he headed out into the lobby.
You let out a shocked laugh, also catching the eyes of your nosy coworkers. “What?”
They all jumped from your question, rushing back to the tasks they were paid to do.
Finally, after working probably the tensest shift ever, you clocked out. Jongdae quickly ending his as well. He made a run for it, but you hastily blocked the door with your body.
“Not so fast!” You said and he sighed again.
“Can we at least do this outside?” He bartered and you allowed it, letting him lead you out to his car. You leaned against the vehicle as he played with the cobblestone of the parking lot. “Do you remember last Friday? At the work party?”
Oh, how you wanted to forget that cursed event. You had a growing crush on Jongdae for some time now, and at the party he had spent majority of his time by your side. That was, until the new girl waltzed in. She was gorgeous. All of the guys that worked with you thirsted over her like she was a lake—all except Jongdae. At least, that’s what you had thought, but the party proved otherwise when he gravitated towards her instantly, leaving you in the dust.
Your drunken mind drowned in jealousy and you did the only thing that seemed right at the time—you threw yourself over another coworker, Yixing, who was just as hot as her and unnervingly polite. You weren’t proud to admit that you took advantage of his niceness, making sure Jongdae had a full view of you getting close to someone who wasn’t him. It wasn’t soon after he left—alone—and you grew sober enough from guilt, leaving soon after.
You had hoped that had nothing to do with the way he had been treating you, but it turned out it must have.
“What about it?” You asked, defenses already building.
He laughed humorlessly. “Your message was well received. I’m giving you space since you want nothing to do with me anymore.”
“What the hell are you going on about, Jongdae?”
“The party! I left you for five minutes just for you to be all over Yixing! If the way you looked at me while you did it was any indicator, I would think you didn’t really want to be my friend. Message received! And to think I thought, I don’t know, maybe I’ve been reading too much into things, but I thought that you and I were growing closer? That, maybe, we were a little more than friends? But Friday night you definitely let me know we are nowhere as close as I thought we were.”
“Wait, wait,” you interrupted, raising you hand to stop him. Jongdae gulped, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation being had. “You thought we were ‘more than friends’?”
“You don’t have to mock me,” he muttered, glancing away embarrassingly. He shrugged, trying to make it nonchalant, but his neck was too stiff. “I get it, okay? We’re not. I’m sorry for liking you. As I said before, I got your message so… I’m reeling it back.”
You walked up to him, watching your breathes’ mingle in the cold night and bopped him on the head—hard.
“Ouch!” He whined loudly, rubbing the spot you hit. “What was that for?!”
“If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought,” you revealed, feeling your face heat up despite the chilly air.
“Wait, what?” His eyes slowly widened with realization. “But… Yixing? Why…?”
“I was trying to make you jealous, Dummy!” You said with pinched eyes. “You had ditched me for Jennie and I got jealous! I wanted you to feel what I was feeling. I wanted you to see that I was unbothered by you not liking me because, damn it, Jongdae! I like you! Okay?”
It was silent as you both let the new information process.
“So…. You do like me…? Like that?” He asked quietly.
“Don’t make me hit you again,” you threatened. “Yes, Jongdae, I like your unsuperstitious ass!”
A pleased grin grew on his face. “I like you too.”
You both simply smiled at each other. Jongdae took the few steps left to close the gap between you, pulling his hands out his pockets so that he could hold your hips tightly. “Well, it must be a good thing you are, because I’m now the luckiest guy alive.”
“Ew,” you joked and you both laughed as he dipped his head to give you a tender kiss.
