you know... → k.jd
summary → wedding planning with jongdae reminds you how much of a hassle he is. but, you can’t find it in yourself to really mind.
word count → 0.5k
warnings → wedding related things, reader is a future non-gendered married person, jongdae and reader’s relationship is ambiguous so u can read it however u desire! he can be read as just a friend or the future hubby hehe
a/n → teehee this lil drabble is for my baby boo @trishmarieco!! she’s doing her own wedding planning rn, and needed some stress relief -- so i’m here to deliver!! ;) - admin ruby
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“You know…” Jongdae starts for what feels like the countless time this afternoon, only furthering your regret for inviting him to this cake taste test. “I can’t say I like this one, either.” He says the words while his teeth hold his fork in place, bite already deep in his full stomach from every other flavor the bakery has to offer.
“You’ve said that about the last dozen, Dae,” you groan out, dropping your own fork back onto the small sample plate. If you have to take another bite of cake or icing, you’re entirely sure you might call off the wedding altogether.
He frowns after dropping his own plastic silverware -- and you can’t help but notice the few crumbs that move with his drooping lips. Without a word, you hand him a napkin from the table, and he wipes his face without even blinking. You’re always taking care of him.
“It’s not my fault the past dozen weren’t good enough.” He sighs, leaning back and patting his stomach.
You playfully swat his arm, hoping the bakery owner isn’t eavesdropping from her position in the kitchen. “You can’t just say that!” you seethe, though it’s clear your tone is far from harsh. Jongdae can never truly get on your nerves, and that’s the exact reason he’s the one in the chair across from you, playing footsie with you under the table.
It takes a second to pick up all your trash -- Jongdae has never been the neatest person -- and you mentally remind yourself to leave as big a tip as you can afford. And as he attempts to balance his plastic fork on his nose, you think anyone who has to spend a day with his shenanigans deserves some compensation. Oh, how rich you’d be.
The friendly woman returns a few minutes later to get your opinion on the newest flavor -- one you can’t even remember or distinguish in the flurry of tastes -- and thankfully your light kick to Jongdae’s shin under the table is enough to keep him from saying something that will cost more than your wedding budget can afford.
“Oh, we just can’t decide what to choose yet,” you lie, ignoring the snort from the smirking man across you. “So many options!”
You only join in his laughter once the door to the bakery is closed behind you, and the spare twenty in your back pocket has been safely deposited in the tip jar up front.
“You are insufferable!” you practically wheeze, bumping shoulders with Jongdae as you walk down the quiet street. “That poor, poor woman.” It’s quite ironic, you think, considering you feel very lucky as his warm hand grasps at yours. The tender feeling in your chest is certainly compensation enough for you, it seems.
He just grins, no remorse visible as he starts talking about the next bakery nearby. “You know…” he begins, and you let out the most exaggerated sigh possible, though it quickly turns into a laugh deep from your chest.
Jongdae continues to ramble, and you listen faintly to his fantastical ideas that’d empty your bank account in the blink of an eye. But, as his signature chuckle appears, and he squeezes your hand in that extra tight way that always manages to make you feel loved -- you can’t help but think, yes, this is exactly where I want to be.