clockwork
It all began when you noticed tiny things disappearing from your bag; notebooks, charging cables, staplers. You'd get your answer soon enough, but it seems the world enjoys watching you run around in circles.
wc: ~1.4k | contains: Jeonghan x reader, fluff, Jeonghan being a menace in multiple ways
for the @camandemstudios 'a very seventeen christmas' Secret Santa collab!
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Five days a week, like clockwork, you kiss your boyfriend as he sleeps in the early hours of the morning, packed and ready to leave for the library to get your work done.
Five days a week, like clockwork, Jeonghan would emerge bleary eyed from the bedroom to the doorway where you’re slipping on your shoes, hugging you for the last time before you have to leave for the day.
Five days a week, like clockwork, you get to the library to set up your things at your desk by the window, with just the right amount of sunlight, not right under the vent, and certainly not by the busy library entrance.
Five days a week, like clockwork, you always seem to neglect to pack a minor need in your bag before leaving, insignificant things like an eraser or a specific charging cable, but annoying just the same.
It didn’t take long before the sneaking suspicion of it all began to creep at your thoughts, but not a single suspect in sight or mind.
You began to pack your bags the night before instead, double checking and leaving it beside the door before retiring for the night. The next day, you shuffle through your bag one more time, at the door right where you left it, before you’re out the door for the day. The mental checklist is all ticked and sorted, and you’re determined you’ve left nothing behind.
Halfway through closing the front door behind you, you hear a distinct call. “Wait!”
Jeonghan opens the door, still half asleep. One of the legs of pyjama pants have ridden up to his knees, the other side, the waistband is dropping below his underwear. Safe to say, he’s frazzled.
He meets you at the threshold, gesturing you to let him hug you before you leave. You speak into his ear as he squeezes you tight. “You don’t have to do this everyday, Han. I promise I’ve never forgotten your good morning kisses, no matter how loud you’re snoring.”
“Hmm,” he hums but it’s more like a whine. “But you’re gonna be gone aaall daaay.”
“You big baby.”
“Kiss,” he demands as he pulls away slightly. You tiptoe and press a kiss onto his lips. He remembers to behave and keep his mouth closed; he knows how much you hate morning breath.
Just as the elevator is about to close, you hear a distinctly sleepy yell of, “And I don’t snore!”
By the time you get to the library, the good mood you’re in is largely unaffected, setting up your things in your usual spot. The hours pass in relative uneventfulness, and you’re glad about it as you return to your desk with a hole punched stack of papers.
Sticking a hand into your bag you attempt to find the box of large binder clips you keep to tie together larger stacks of papers. Your fingers grapple onto everything but what you need, even when you quite literally empty your entire bag onto the table.
Your seatmate, who seems to be in the deep trenches of something mathematical, is not amused.
The tiny blue box is nowhere to be found.
Exhaling heavily, you realise you have to deal with your predicament as it is. The idea of dealing with loose papers is not appealing, but you cannot physically staple the thick pile.
You could’ve sworn you saw the string during your checks the night before, even this morning, right next to your pencil case on the right side of your bag. There’s no holes in your bag, nor have you left your seat to anywhere you couldn’t see it on the desk.
But even as you deal with the loose stack of papers on the desk, attempting to refocus, there’s only one logical explanation left. It’s hard not to scoff.
It’s been a week since you’ve been to the library, the holiday season now in full swing as you retire for the semester.
Christmas mornings with Jeonghan usually turn into Christmas afternoons, taking full advantage of the errand-less day. By the time you do emerge from the den that is your bedroom, the sun is high in the sky, and Jeonghan is in the process of ordering takeout.
There’re boxes under the tree, beside which the both of you seat yourselves as you wait for your food.
You hand him his present, which is flat for the most part. He unwraps the paper and opens the box, only to find a large envelope inside.
Jeonghan laughs, “Does handing me an envelope need to be this elaborate?”
“I can’t wrap an envelope,” you pout.
“Right. Because it’s already wrapped,” he chortles. He rips it open to find yet another piece of paper.
“Medieval dining experience?” Jeonghan reads off the reservation.
“Brick walls, candle lights and everything. Knights with swords too.” His eyes light up as he registers the swords.
When he hands you your present, you note that he has three separate packages next to him.
It’s a polaroid camera, one that you’ve been wanting for a while. However, it looks like it’s already been opened as you take out the camera. He hardly lets you look at it and thank him properly before he’s shoving another box in your direction.
Unwrapping it reveals a scrapbook. Of polaroids. Of Jeonghan’s face. Full of Jeonghan’s face. It’s almost like he ran an entire reel of film dry with the amount of photos in the book.
“Gently used,” Jeonghan provides. “By me.”
It earns him a big fat kiss, so you suppose he succeeded.
But there’s one package left, a slightly bigger box that notably rattles as Jeonghan slides it over to you. “Unofficial present.”
You look justifiably confused. Undoing the wrapping paper, all you hear is things rattling around in the box, and you wonder what it could possibly be.
The box is…a shoebox? The Nike logo glares back at you as you stare. But you don’t recall a pair of shoes ever being this noisy.
Opening it reveals everything. Quite literally, everything.
There’s a white stapler with purple flowers on it, a number of white, hardly used erasers, the distinct coil of a charging cable, and…a tiny blue box. Amongst other things.
Everything that’s mysteriously disappeared from your bag these past months, lies in the shoebox.
“Sorry,” Jeonghan says, but the smile on his face proposes that he’s far from it.
You look at the contents of the box, and then back up at him. This repeats for a few minutes as you gape at the situation.
“W–Why?” You can’t help but release a laugh at the ridiculousness of the ordeal.
Jeonghan shrugs. “I hoped you’d miss your stuff enough to come back home. Or just start studying at home entirely.”
You stare at him as he picks at the tufts of rug beneath him. “You were gone all day. I just missed you.”
He looks up at you, hint of a smile on his face. “I know I said I was sorry, but I’m not really.”
Surging forward, your arms find his neck as you push yourself onto his lap, holding him tight. “Kinda figured you weren’t. It’s okay.”
Letting go, you bring your lips up to his to kiss him, properly. He pulls you closer, his hands firm on your hip and back. His mouth moves against your own, engulfing you in ways beyond just physical touch.
Pulling away for a moment, you mumble against his lips, “Just say you miss me next time.”
Jeonghan smiles against your mouth, “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
It was a strange way to communicate, to let you know to take it easy, to spend more time within his vicinity, because he considered your mere presence near him as spending time with you. Jeonghan didn’t ask for much, as opposed to his nature as it sounded. He was a simple man, who simply wanted time with you.
However, even after the semester resumes, and you leave the house for significantly less stretches of time than before, there are times where your bag suddenly ceases to carry things you’re positive you packed.
But this time, all it evokes is a smile, and a mellow reminder that there’s a warmth of someone’s arms waiting for you.