That day
Fem!reader x Leeteuk, Donghae, Siwon
PART I ¦¦ PART II ¦¦ PART III
Prompt: First anniversary (Day 1)
Synopsis: It's your first year as a couple and the celebration is just around the corner. What have you both prepared for that special day?
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a/n: Since this will be too long for one post, I'll divide into three parts, please enjoy them 🙇🏻♀️
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LEETEUK
Sunbeams illuminated the white walls of the room, birds sang perched on a thin branch that supported the weight of two sparrows and their beautiful chicks. There was no cloud to cast its shadow over the city. It was clear. It was perfect.
The white sheets lined the mattress without showing a single wrinkle, the long fur on the carpet was perfectly brushed with Shim Koongie sleeping peacefully on it. The little animal's nose wiggled trying to identify the source of that tangerine and pine scent that mingled with the scent of fried bacon.
While the room gleamed in the neatness and sunshine, the kitchen could not enjoy the same fortune. The sink was overflowing with dirty dishes, with sauce and oil stained pots piled on top of each other.
The aroma throughout the house was delicious, appetizing enough to cause his neighbors to question the source of the odor that made their empty stomachs growl.
On the table where the bowls of spices, chopped vegetables and filleted meat rested was a calendar with a children's sticker indicating the current date. The sticker was from your planner, you had stamped it there to remind the idol of the exact date of your first anniversary together.
The face of a winking bunny reminded him every day how lucky he was to have you by his side. All those beautiful and diverse emotions were poured into the frying pan that Leeteuk wiggled deftly on the stove.
The sound of the vegetables frying in butter animated the space as if the sizzling was the background music, but the fire that came out of the burners of the grill and managed to embrace the wook to lick with its flames the surface of the vegetables, was the main show.
A pinch of salt, a little paprika, a little more pepper and…. voila! The first side dish for the meat that was still marinating in the refrigerator was finished.
Time did not stand still and neither did Leeteuk. The hands og the clock could keep turning endlessly and he would not stop until the cooking was finished.
As if it were a catwalk, the aromas paraded through every space of the apartment, mixing in delicious combinations that could leave anyone salivating, just like the sweet Koongie who could not stop spinning around the idol's legs to ask for some of the meat that was already searing in the pan.
As soon as the thin crust of seasoned meat appeared, Leeteuk knew it was time to wrap it up and take it to the oven. Instinctively he bent his arm, turned his wrist slightly and watched the hands of his watch to make sure he still had time left to finish the whole thing
As if every thing was calculated with strict precision, the doorbell rang and a message rang the phone inside the back pocket of his pants. As the phone screen lit up, the singer walked leisurely to the door, where a man handed him a floral arrangement of peonies, forget-me-nots, gerberas, tulips and delicate wisteria branches.
Everything was going according to plan.
"Koongie, I'll leave this in the bedroom and hope you don't destroy it," he warned, placing the flowers on the mattress with exaggerated delicacy.
Remembering the message he hadn't read, he turned on his phone and checked the notifications. Of all of them, it was the pseudonym "honey" that caught his attention and brought a silly smile to his lips.
"I just got off work. I'll be there in 30 minutes."
Everything was in order. At that rate the evening would end up being perfect.
His feet swung his body back and forth as he kept his hands busy smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in his white shirt with small platinum details. Nothing too fancy or flashy.
His palms were sweating and his fingers were fiddling with the fabric of his pants, slightly creasing the seam area where he couldn't help but twist and pinch. What to say about his tie, which had easily been tightened and loosened on more than ten occasions, causing the knot area to be minimally twisted.
Leeteuk took a deep breath to relax his nerves and slow down the hurried beat of his heart. Everything was perfect, the plan was going smoothly and you were only a couple of feet away from home. There was no reason to feel so nervous.
Outside, in the hallway, just at the top of the stairs leading to the apartment you were so eager to get to, was you. Step after step your heart was pounding and your breathing was labored, not from physical exertion but from the tension of anticipation.
You knew the idol, the MC, the person. You knew very well what kind of a detail-oriented and caring person he was, but receiving an invitation on the day of your anniversary made your imagination run wild about how he would celebrate with you.
There was no doubt that he had planned something you could both enjoy.
When you arrived in front of the door you discreetly arranged your clothes, making sure you looked your best. You shook off a couple of small pieces of lint stuck to the fabric of your clothes and finally reached for the digital lock of the apartment.
With extreme caution so as not to enter the wrong password, you pressed the eight digits one by one. The keys emitted a slight jingle each time your finger pressed, while Leeteuk was about to experience his first nervous breakdown after more than three seconds passed between each number added to the password.
The code you entered finally unlocked the door lock, you grabbed the doorknob and turned it to open the wooden door with the intention of entering the apartment.
The warm light of the entrance greeted you along with Leeteuk smiling sweetly at you. The singer did not hesitate to open his arms wide to hold you between them, with your body pressed against his as he lifted you off the floor so that you both turned in the same place, causing you to laugh in amusement at his gesture.
"Happy anniversary," he remarked, allowing your feet to touch the ground again.
After that sentence you rose up on the tips of your toes to plant a sweet, longed-for kiss on his lips. You knew he would not forget the date, and seeing him greet you with such enthusiasm as soon as you arrived was enough to know that you were in for a wonderful evening.
The idol took your hand and guided you inside his home. Beyond the renovated decoration, what was really monopolizing your attention was the heavenly aroma that wafted throughout the room.
The unmistakable scent of pepper seemed to be wafting from the four walls that guarded his home, the smell of melted butter sweetened the atmosphere and the singer's cologne seemed to be the final condiment of that olfactory festival.
"Are you cooking?" you asked, arching an eyebrow and smiling amusedly.
You knew the answer, you could see it in the dirty dishes piled up in the kitchen and in the appearance of his hands inked with the natural pigments of some vegetables and spices.
"As soon as I finished," he announced proudly as he took your coat to hang it on the coat rack in the living room, "I thought you might be hungry after your busy day."
"Don't lie, you wanted to surprise me and hoped to get some flattery from me," you replied amused, making him smile with your words.
"And it worked?" Leeteuk tilted his head slightly as he waited for yet another one of your sly and challenging answers.
"Surprising me?" you clicked your tongue, "Of course, it's not every day that a so-attractive chef cooks for me," you smiled with pleasure as you watched him laugh at the comment. "The flattery will have to wait until I taste the food. I'm hungry."
Leeteuk took that as his cue to start plating the food, but not before making sure you remained seated without intruding on his cooking.
He had planned everything to serve you, to give you a night's rest while he took care of you, but clearly his plans changed when you hugged him from behind, kissed his cheek and with the skills of a perfect pickpocket snatched the two plates from his hands leaving him gaping and wanting more.
Your footsteps took you both to the dining room, which was perfectly decorated with candles, relaxing music and a white tablecloth that shone like the moon itself. Everything was perfect, too perfect.
The dinner progressed smoothly between laughter, sighs, compliments, sweet words and promises that would last until eternity. The celebration was perfect, you couldn't ask for more.
"Wait a moment," Leeteuk cut in the middle of a talk that anticipated your farewell. "There's still something you haven't seen."
With long, determined steps he went into his room to take the bouquet he had ordered especially for you. While he was leaving, you hurried to take out of your bag a small black box decorated with a white ribbon.
You caressed the velvety surface and placed it in front of his seat, right where his plate had been while you were eating. You wanted to see his expression and record his every reaction in your memory so you could remember it every time you missed him.
The idol advanced towards you, confidently holding the flowers bouquet in your favorite colors. Each one of them carefully placed to enhance their beauty, while from among them all dangled a delicate velvety little bag in white, his favorite color.
"Happy anniversary, my love," said the idol, handing the bouquet into your hands, which you had stretched out to reach the beautiful floral arrangement. "Is that gift for me?" he asked, pointing with a nod of his head to the small box waiting impatiently on the table.
His comment burst the little bubble you were both in, quickly landing you in reality. Your cheeks flushed at the question and you quickly nodded, as he curiously approached the packaging.
Leeteuk was sure it wasn't a ring due to the size of the curious box, when his hands touched the thin surface and he felt the weight of the item in his hands, then he guessed it wasn't a watch either.
Your stomach contracted slightly in anticipation as the singer's slender fingers untied the ribbon that held the lid and base of the small cardboard box together.
"You're not going to open the gift?" Leeteuk murmured, knowing that you were gawking at his movements.
You blinked in confusion, frowned and your gaze traveled from his hands to his face, ending on the bouquet of flowers you were holding in your arms. Your eyes traveled over the flowers, finally noticing the small bag that was attached to the wisteria branch.
The pearly sparkles that the fabric produced under the candle flames made the little sack look like a magical object.
"I hadn't seen this," you said in amazement, untying the small bag before placing the bouquet on the table. "Someone tried too hard in surprise."
"Seeing you smile like that tells me it was worth the effort."
Your cheeks burned again as your hands trembled trying to open the gift. Your once precise fingers now produced erratic jerks.
"We have to open things at the same time, so that this is fair," you reported with your attention still on the gift you had just received. "One," you started counting, "two... three!"
You opened your pocket and Leeteuk removed the lid of the box he held in his hands. Silence settled in the room, the candle flames flickered up and down, moving with the direction of the wind.
Your fingers caressed the warm metal of the bracelet as Leeteuk smiled in amusement seeing the exact same bracelet in front of him. There was no doubt that he had been fortunate to find someone who shared his tastes, someone with whom he could feel in sync.
"Were you spying on me while I was choosing your gift?" you asked, sharpening your gaze, watching him with clear accusation written on your countenance.
He raised his hands in complete innocence. That you had both selected the same gift for each other was clear evidence of your bond.
"It was fate," he concluded in a knowing tone, leaving no room for skepticism. "This means that we were made for each other."
His words were like a direct shot to your heart. You couldn't feel more satisfied with that celebration. You couldn't have wished for anything more perfect for that first anniversary together.
DONGHAE
The sky was pouring its wrath on the two of you. The rain was pouring down mercilessly wetting everything in its path while the wind threw the heavy storm in all directions, making it impossible to use umbrellas or take shelter under the awnings of some establishments.
You laughed as Donghae held you close to his body trying to provide some warmth, but when the first sneeze left your mouth, he took off his hoodie and forced you to wear it amidst your protests and arguments about how he could catch a cold from it.
Hae wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. He was your boyfriend, someone who was supposed to protect you, and if leaving you his hoodie was going to keep you from getting sick, then there was nothing else to do.
You reluctantly put your head through the top hole and slid your arms through the sleeves. Immediately you felt the warmth hugging your body and soothing your constant shivering.
The singer rushed you to the next bus stop to catch a cab straight home while he made sure to catch his own in the direction of his home.
You were grateful for his gesture and, once inside the car, you slipped both hands into the front pocket of your new-acquired hoodie to give some warmth to your extremities numb from the rain and wind. As your fingers regained their sensitivity, they came into contact with the singer's mobile device.
Feeling a little guilty but just as curious, you placed the speaker area near your ear before playing whatever he was listening to during his date. Your finger slid across the phone screen and you typed in the password you knew by heart only to have the music continue to play.
Your brow furrowed in confusion at what you were hearing. Donghae's voice was coming out of the speaker along with the chords of a guitar that sounded like it was a home recording and not one made in a properly equipped studio.
Music and a melodious rhyme intermingled to create a beautiful and unique song. You were sure it was an unpublished creation, a song whose lyrics described the feelings of a man for his lover.
Inevitably a sigh came from deep within your heart, radiating a warmth that rose to your cheeks as you tried to process what you had just heard.
Once at home you had no choice but to listen to that glorious creation over and over again. It was only a matter of time before you memorized the lyrics, and even the next day, when you returned the phone to its owner, the lyrics were still running through your mind.
Days went by and you kept repeating the lyrics, writing on the corner of a few sheets of paper every phrase you remembered, every tiny detail, and you even dared to add choruses as if you could improve the song.
When he retrieved his phone, the first thing Donghae did was to check that everything was in order, that the song had not vanished and, above all, praying that you had not heard it.
He wasn't ready to show you his creation yet. The song wasn't quite ready, there were still details to be corrected and things he hadn't proceeded to record directly in the studio.
"Do you remember our anniversary date?" you asked in one of your many appointments prior to the great day.
"Of course, it's in two days," he commented as he intertwined his fingers with yours.
The warm feeling of his hand contrasted with the cold autumn wind that threatened with its constant rains and typhoons.
"What would you like as a gift?"
The question brought a smile to the idol's face as he kept your pace as you walked.
"Promise me that you will be there to celebrate the second anniversary."
"I guess I'll be able to give you what you want," and without warning you stopped your walk just to kiss him on the cheek.
Those signs of affection were the ones that gave him the greatest inspiration, the unexpected sensations he got, the gestures you made… everything counted when it came to the moments he spent by your side.
The long awaited day was about to arrive and the small stage he was going to set up inside a disused theater was falling apart. The congratulatory banner for the anniversary didn't have the necessary measurements to hang it on the metal structure that would hold it and the flower arrangements were wilting thanks to the heat and humidity level.
Perhaps having the help of his friends kept his mood up, or made him feel that things could still go well. He had composed a song and had prepared a small concert with your favorite songs performed and written by him. It should be perfect, enough to say that this was THE anniversary celebration.
By twisting a little here, sticking glue on something else there and using all sorts of methods to make the banner stop hanging and warping, the stage was decorated. It may not have looked exactly as he had imagined it, but it had balloons, a huge congratulatory sign, metal strips hanging from the ceiling and lights, lots of lights.
He would only give a small rehearsal before the big day. He needed to tune the guitar, check that the sound system hadn't been damaged during the move and, finally, check that the confetti cannon was working.
When the day came and his friends told him they were on their way to your apartment to pick you up, the poor idol blanched and started pacing back and forth across the stage.
He was regretting not having worn a suit to look more elegant, instead he was wearing sportswear, as usual. He imagined that maybe you would arrive in a dress, or in the kind of attire you wore when you had to go to work; whatever you looked like, you would surely look beautiful and he would most likely be out of place in the middle of all the celebration.
No matter how much he tortured himself over it, it was too late to go home and change, he would have to make do with what he had done.
Every time a car seemed to pull up outside the old theater, his heart would flip. He wasn't handling it well at all. It was the first time he had ever made a song like this, one for someone who had managed to stay by his side for a full year.
Inside your friends' car things were chaotic. Your best friend had ambushed you to cover your eyes with a handkerchief and take you to an unknown location.
"Leave the scarf," your friend complained, "You can take it off as soon as we get there."
"Tell me it's nothing dangerous and I'll be able to return home safely," you replied dramatically.
"Oh come on, it's a harmless surprise. Surely you'll thank us once we're there."
The subject was not brought up again until the car stopped and you had to make an awkward descent on slightly uneven ground.
Your friends' hands were guiding you with laughter as you walked awkwardly so as not to stumble over any unevenness. All you could hear were the sounds of more cars and the sweet scent of something similar to vanilla perfume, probably belonging to your friend.
"On the count of three you can remove the scarf from your eyes," said your friend with a laugh of amusement. "One… two," one of them all pushed you from behind, making you stumble a couple of times before stabilizing yourself. As best you could you uncovered your eyes and a door slammed shut "Three!"
A guitar sounded eclipsing all your attention, one chord followed another and your head spun suddenly looking for the origin of that sound. To your surprise the answer was right in front of you.
On a carefully decorated stage, Donghae was playing the guitar, swaying his body while placing his lips in front of a microphone attached to his stand.
The first word of the song was uttered and your mind knew immediately, it was the same one you had heard on his phone. Exactly the same song that had not left your thoughts during all that time.
Without thinking twice you began to record your little private concert, waving your hand and swaying your body to the rhythm of the music. And there, right in the parts where you had dared to add backing vocals, you sang them, making Donghae laugh with his typical laughter.
While he sang, you made your own fanchant, adding your name and his when you thought it appropriate.
At the end of the performance you came on stage screaming as his exclusive rapt audience as you rushed up to him to be caught in an embrace. The gesture was accompanied by a series of kisses scattered all over his face, thanking him for the gift and at the same time wishing to continue sharing more celebrations like that one.
SIWON
"How am I supposed to do that?!" he exclaimed hitting the table with the palm of his wide open hand, the sound made some people jump in their places and others laughed because of the performance intensity.
The actors and actresses applauded at the performance. For just the reading of the script, it seemed that the skill of the cast would make it all work.
The read-through continued as planned, they would only do part of the first episode of the drama to be produced for the media's enjoyment and to begin to raise expectations among the fans of each actor and actress.
After the script reading, they all gathered in front of a banner with the name of the drama in question and posed holding their scripts in front of them. Flashes lit up their faces and some reporters asked questions for the scriptwriter.
They were in the middle of the short interview when Siwon's phone vibrated inside his pants pocket. The actor ignored it but the device moved insistently.
Apologizing to everyone for the interruption, Siwon stepped away from the rest of the cast so he could answer the call that seemed urgent at the time.
"Did you order a hydrangea flower arrangement?" a man's voice asked.
Siwon blinked in confusion, thinking they had the wrong number, until he pulled the phone away from his ear and saw the date on the screen.
It was his anniversary. Yours. Of the two of you.
His eyes went wide and the smile slowly faded to a worried grimace.
"Yes, it's me. Could you leave the arrangement outside the apartment?"
"Of course."
The singer and actor ended the call and ran to the chair he had occupied to pick up his briefcase with all his belongings.
He had completely forgotten that he had a celebration, an important event that he should not have forgotten. In his desperate race to his car he was thinking of all the things he had planned and that he would surely not have time to do.
The previous month had been spent making reservations, planning small events and getting everything ready to spend a great day with you.
Blame it on work, he decided, if he wasn't so busy then none of this would have happened. He opened the car door and threw the briefcase into the back seats before stepping behind the wheel.
He had no time to waste, in fact he had, already had the luxury of wasting too much of it.
He accelerated, for the first time in a long time he drove, dodging traffic, taking alternate routes and dodging traffic lights so that they would not interrupt his progress. If the members of the group saw him, they would surely be making all kinds of jokes about it.
The phone rang in the back seat and he activated the hands-free to answer your call.
"My love," was the first thing he said as his five senses focused on the road. "Happy anniversary."
"Thank you!" you whispered, smiling like a fool. "I was surprised I didn't get any messages all day and I thought you had forgotten."
"Never," he declared solemnly, "in fact I'm on my way."
"Are you coming to see me?"
"No," he replied and then honked his horn at a car that had closed in on him, forcing him to slam on the brakes, "I mean yes. I'll be there in…" he looked at his wristwatch so he could calculate the route from his apartment to yours, "half an hour."
"That's too soon, I'll be sure to wear something that will make me look pretty."
"You always look pretty."
Your laughter was a balm for his soul. You were in a good mood and that was what mattered most.
He still had to pick up the hydrangea arrangement and somehow try to be on time for each of the events and reservations he had made to celebrate the date. Almost the ones he knew you two could do on time.
He was desperate, terribly worried that he couldn't make it to every single thing.
With tires squealing and his hands clutching the steering wheel, Siwon parked in front of his house only to get out of the car and carefully place the flower arrangement inside. He even secured the seat belt to the cardboard bag protecting the bouquet so that it would not be damaged in transit.
He could no longer speed, not when the flowers were swaying back and forth, their stems threatening to break. They were beautiful flowers with blue petals full of life, just like you and your smile, one that provided him with all the happiness he needed to live.
He arrived at the front of the building where your apartment was located, a small four-story building where each floor corresponded to a different dwelling.
Before he could ring the doorbell with your apartment number, you came out of the building to put your arms around his body. You were so happy to have him there to share with you the celebration of your first year together.
"We have to hurry, I made a reservation at a restaurant I know you'll love," he said before kissing you tenderly on the lips.
Siwon was driving in concentration while you were chatting about what had happened to you during the day. Your conversation kept him entertained, enough to believe that everything would turn out well.
His spirits were slightly shaken when, upon arrival at the restaurant, they indicated that the reservation time had passed and that they had no more tables at the moment.
You smiled and joked about it, grateful that he had been kind enough to reserve a place for the two of you.
The celebration was still going on, and if he remembered correctly, the second part of the party was in the Namsan tower. Amidst apologies and laughter, the two set off in the direction of their new destination.
Through the car window you could admire the lights and shadows of the city, a panoramic view that anticipated the most romantic evening that the idol could give you.
"Love, there's really no need for a large-scale celebration," you commented as soon as you guessed your way to the number one attraction in Seoul. "You remembered, and in the end we will continue to celebrate more anniversaries."
"But this is the first one, that makes it very special and unrepeatable."
"Technically, they are all special and unrepeatable."
The comment caused him to pout as he continued driving with the confidence of a Formula 1 racer.
Despite the rush, Siwon never lost his gallantry, as he was quick to step out of the vehicle to open the door for you and hold out his hand, reminding you that he would always be there for you.
The climb up the tower was refreshing, with tender conversation about the time you shared together and also those things you enjoyed about each other.
Your hands were joined again, your fingers intertwined and, in the middle of that delightful ride, fireworks illuminated the sky, one that you could not yet observe properly due to the height reached by the cable car.
"It's already started," whispered Siwon, lightly squeezing your hand.
That other surprise had also been ruined.
Once back in the car, both of you were wearing two completely contradictory faces. While you were amused by what had happened, he was looking glum.
There was nothing more to do, at least not some of what he has planned.
"Siwon, we can still buy a lock and add it to the tower's long collection," you murmured, stroking the back of his hand to bring him some comfort.
"I have just one more surprise."
As he opened one of the back doors of the car, he leaned over to pull out the bouquet of flowers, your favorite without a doubt. He couldn't explain how you hadn't noticed, but he was grateful that, even with something as small as that bouquet of flowers, he was able to get that grimace of surprise from you along with the series of kisses that preceded a slower, deeper kiss on the lips.
"Happy anniversary," you murmured, caressing the small blue petals of the bouquet you were excitedly holding.
"Happy anniversary," he repeated in better spirits this time. "I hope that next year there won't be a repeat of this kind of celebration."
You laughed as you hooked your arm around Siwon's, only to walk to the padlock vending machine where you would buy one to remember that unusual celebration.
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