Author’s Note: This is for @noona-clock Admin T!
I’m sorry that it is almost three days later as I actually wanted to post it. You could see it as a kind of easter-surprise tho! I hope you’ll enjoy it!
PS. It is based on the song 7 years by Lucas Grahamand it is my very first song thingy in english, so’ll hope it’s not that bad..
Pairing: Jongdae x Reader
Genre: Songfic, Slice of Life, fluff, slight angst
Once I was seven years old my momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely
Once I was seven years old
Loud laughing and with in excitement screaming kids were running all over the place, playing catch, while the sun was brightly shining.
But one kid wasn’t doing any of that, instead it was standing behind his mothers leg, hiding shyly from all those new people, as its mother bowed down to him and took his small hands into her big one.
“You know, it is no crime to be scared” she started, wanting to comfort him. “I’m not scared, I’m a man” scratched his small voice, all hoarse from not talking and a small pout formed on his lips.
His mother chuckled softly, as she tickled his tummy softly what filled the air with soft giggles. “I know you are, you are my little prince.” The eyes of the tiny boy lit up brightly.
“Please don’t go..” His small hands were holding tightly onto her dress, as she kneeled down. “I am sorry honey, but Mommy has to work and in a few hours I will come back and take you home again. In that time you can make some friends!”
After his mother left for work, he was roaming around curiously over the meadow as he heard quite sobbing.
He froze in place. “Hello?” he called and searched for the source of the sound, while the other youngsters were still happily playing in the background.
That was when he saw you sitting on the grass, your back leaned against a tree and your head burrowed in your hands while crying.
“Are you okay?” the boy asked and almost immediately your gaze shifted at him, your eyebrows furrowed in anger.
“Go away” was everything you said, wiping your tears off with the back of your hand, not bothering to let him know that you wanted to be alone.
For a moment he stood still, not knowing what to do, as he remembered what his mother had told him and a cat like smile appeared on his face, as he held out his and to you.
“Let’s be friends, okay? My name is Jongdae!”
It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure
“Are you chickening out now? You were the one saying we should try it!” you mocked.
“I was just thinking about you, maybe you are scared because you are a girl” your best friend added as he eyed the fancy looking bottle filled with a light brown kind of liquor and the glass in his hand with just a bit of named.
Completely ignoring what Jongdae had said, you swallowed drily. “Do you think it will taste weird?” you asked, smelling at the brown liquor.
Jongdae shook his head. “If adults are drinking it, it can’t taste that bad.”
With just a look you asked each other, if you were ready and set the glass on your lips, taking a deep sip from it.
From one moment to the other the both of you were scrunching up your face in disgust.
Once I was eleven years old my daddy told me
Go get yourself a wife or you’ll be lonely
Once I was eleven years old
Years passed by and Jongdae remembered his father once telling him, if he would find himself a woman as lovely but stubborn as his mother, he could be the happiest man alive.
And now he was sitting here with you on the rooftop of your apartment, as you were leaning against his shoulder while he was stroking your back softly and you cried your eyes out about your boyfriend, pardon, now ex-boyfriend cheating on you.
He had told you, that he wasn’t good for you, but you didn’t listen and now he was slowly realising what his father had meant that time.
I always had that dream like my daddy before me
So I started writing songs, I started writing stories
Something about that glory just always seemed to bore me
‘Cause only those I really love will ever really know me
“Y/n I want to be a singer.” You had almost choked on your Snickers as he handed you a bottle of water.
“Is it such a bad idea?” he asked as he looked at you, hurt of your reaction.
As you once came down from your caughing fit, you could see the anxiousness in his eyes.
The anxiousness of being judged for having a dream and you could feel your heart aching at the gaze he held at you.
“Not at all” you whispered, taking his hand in yours and smiling slightly. “I know you would be amazing.”
Once I was twenty years old, my story got told
Before the morning sun, when life was lonely
Once I was twenty years old
Once again the both of you were sitting on top of the roof, all wrapped up in a blanket, with a tea filled mug in your hands, star gazing.
The times you could do that were going less and it hurt the both of you, not being able to know where all of this would lead to.
You were busy with University while Jongdae became an idol, to finally live his dream as a singer.
It was weird, finally being able to sit beside him again, after months of barely having contact. You knew, that he tried as much as he could and you knew that he was busy. But you felt lonely and stressed without your best friend by your side and you felt how it was slowly breaking the two of you apart.
“I love you” Jongdae whispered almost not audible, but you heard it, a weird mood stuck in the air, as you playfully pushed him with your elbow in the side.
You chuckled “I love you too, dumbass” you felt a cold shiver running down your spine, as his solemn gaze met yours, seeing the hurt in his eyes.
As he whispered “No, you don’t understand..”
I only see my goals, I don’t believe in failure
'Cause I know the smallest voices, they can make it major
I got my boys with me at least those in favor
And if we don’t meet before I leave, I hope I’ll see you later
“Jongdae, are you fucking kidding me?!” Your throat hurt as you screamed after him, out of the window, seeing him get on the car with Minseok behind the wheel.
You broke down on the floor crying more than you haven’t cried in years, broken pieces of plates you had thrown on the floor in rage laying around.
You loved him so much, that it almost hurt, but you just couldn’t help it. You missed him. Oh god you missed him so much! Not only body contact but the little things.
The way he made you feel, when he smiled at you in the morning after you woke up. How he pulled the strands of your hair back and told you how beautiful you are. The way how he started dancing, when his favorite song was on the radio, no matter what he was doing. When he kissed you or how he furrowed his brows when he tried to concentrate, while he was working.
Once I was twenty years old, my story got told
I was writing about everything, I saw before me
Once I was twenty years old
His palms were sweaty and a lump had formed in his throat. Nervously he was fidgeting with the tie around his neck.
“You look good, Jongdae” Kyungsoo chuckled slightly, as he tried to comfort his nervous friend.
“Are you sure? What if she thinks I look weird or something and doesn’t want me any more?” His voice was dripping with panic and that also showed in his eyes. The small paper with his written speech in his hands already crumpled.
He was not afraid of spending the rest of his life with the woman he loved since he was fifteen, but afraid of not being good enough.
A barking laugh echoed through the room. “Now you are just being dramatic” he grinned with confidence, while staring at his still not convinced friend.
“Chanyeol is right. Y/n loves you the way you are, no matter what you would wear or look like.” Now it was Junmyeons time to speak. He, as the leader of Exo, had always a way with words.
“That’s true. I mean, she saw you when you wake up and doesn’t run away yet, she’s a catch” he rolled with his eyes, as Baekhyun teased him, not bothering to answer him and gazed into the mirror for the last time, then on to his watch.
Straightening the jacket of his suit, he mumbled “Alright, lets get married.”
Soon we’ll be thirty years old, our songs have been sold
We’ve traveled around the world and we’re still roaming
Soon we’ll be thirty years old
You laughed audibly, as Sehun and Jongin set down the armchair you were sitting in. “Thank you guys” you smiled and they bowed as they left you in the almost empty living room of your new house.
What had started as a joke only had turned into a bet, faster than you could have recognized, between the both youngest members of Exo and they carried you.
After you had get up of the armchair, you slowly wobbled over to the chimney, where were already pictures of you and Jongdae standing, visiting different countries during your honeymoon.
You smiled softly as you looked at them. You were still so young back then.
Eating breakfast in Paris.
Travelling over the canals in Venice.
Visiting the art museum in Amsterdam.
Getting a steamy lunch in Reykjavik.
Celebrating Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
Just saving the moment in Hawaii.
Enjoying the storms in Scotland and having a candlelight dinner in London.
Your hand wandered to your big baby belly, hoping for more moments like those on the pictures in the future with your new family.
I’m still learning about life
My woman brought children for me
So I can sing them all my songs
And I can tell them stories
Soft singing echoed through the hall of your house.
You husband was standing inside the room of your first born child, carrying him on his arms, while he tried to make him fall asleep again by singing him a lullaby, so you could at least rest a bit after nine months and almost twenty eight hours of torture.
Most of my boys are with me
Some are still out seeking glory
And some I had to leave behind
My brother I’m still sorry
“Uncle Nini!” Your son, now six years old, screamed in excitement as he saw the youngest of his uncles coming through the door, who was pleased to greet him with open arms.
“Twins?!” Baekhyun had almost yelled in surprise and the gaze of the other members went over to you while Jongdae stood beside you, his chest swelling with pride by the congratulations of his best friends, but you could see that he wished that all Exo members could be here right now.
“You look beautiful Y/n” Yixing complimented you, as you laid your hands on your small baby bump. “He is right. The pregnancy looks good on you” Junmyeon added, reaching for his cup with tea and the rest of the members hummed in agreement. Jongdae let out a huff of jealousy. “Guys, that’s my wife, go and search for your own.” They started laughing and you squeezed his hand softly.
Soon I’ll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one
Remember life and then your life becomes a better one
I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once
I hope my children come and visit, once or twice a month
The sun was brightly shining on the clear sky. The weather was way too beautiful for such days like this one, as your husband stood in front of the hospital bed.
Tears were streaming down his cheeks, not showing any kind of effort to hold them back as he grabbed the persons ice cold hand.
In a caring manner you grabbed Jongdaes hand, holding back some chocked tears yourself, as you looked at the dead body of your husbands father.
“You were right, Dad..” you heard your best friend mumbling, his voice breaking.
“You were right with everything..” your husband added and you wrapped your arms around his torso.
Soon I’ll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me
Soon I’ll be sixty years old
Soon I’ll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me
Soon I’ll be sixty years old
Once I was seven years old, momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely
His gaze went over to your eldest son playing with his first child, over to your youngest daughter, talking to you about her first pregnancy and to your daughters twin sister who had told you, that she was going to marry soon, as once again his cat like smile spread over his lips.
He never would be able to thank his mother enough for once telling him the first day of kindergarten, that he had to make friends.
Once I was seven years old
Once I was seven years old
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