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[team one] grand proposals
i was mortified when realised i hadn't actually written suju/jongdae before, so here's me attempting to rectify that problem
grand proposals, kyuhyun/jongdae, pg, 920 words
High society is exactly the same as Jongdae had seen on TV – flashy, materialistic, and filled with people trying to step on top of each other’s heads. He realises this within five minutes of meeting his boyfriend’s parents for tea, and wonders if Kyuhyun would be open to eloping instead.
As though he’d somehow heard the voices in Jongdae’s head, Kyuhyun’s hand finds his under the table and gives it a squeeze. Jongdae squeezes back, glad to have something familiar in a world so alien to him.
“Have some tea, Daejong,” Kyuhyun’s mother says, already calling for a waiter to fill Jongdae’s cup. The slip in his name is intentional – Jongdae can tell by the way her lips quirk. It’s a test, and he’s a little terrified that he won’t be able to pass it.
“His name is–” Kyuhyun begins, but Jongdae squeezes his hand and cuts him.
“My name is Jongdae, mother,” he says sweetly. “Thank you so much for having me here.”
Her lips curl upwards. Jongdae isn’t sure what that smile meant, but he figures that he’s not doing anything wrong. His tea is poured, so he takes a sip, then places the cup back on its saucer.
“What is it you do again, Jongdae?” Kyuhyun’s father asks.
“I’m an elementary school teacher,” Jongdae replies. "I teach children to write."
"A writing teacher," he repeats, tone dry. "How practical."
He must have taken him literally, or perhaps, had simply been dismissive of his work, so Jongdae adds: "Creative writing. I teach children to write their dreams."
That's when Kyuhyun's mother's face softens. Her smile changes a little, losing its carefully crafted defensive facade.
"That's lovely," she says, and this time Jongdae can tell that she means it.
She asks Jongdae to stay for dinner, but he declines, saying that he already has dinner plans. When he finally steps out of the Cho family home and into Kyuhyun’s car, he feels like the weights on his shoulders are finally removed. He lets out a sigh of relief, and leans back a little into the seat.
“That was exhausting, wasn’t it?” Kyuhyun asks.
“The most exhausting afternoon of my life,” Jongdae agrees. “How do you live with them, hyung? How does Ara noona live with them?”
“We were born hard-wired with the intricacies of polite society,” Kyuhyun says, laughing. “You seem to have gotten the hang of it, though. Mother loves you.”
“Is asking to stay for dinner a show of affection?”
“The highest form,” Kyuhyun says, voice solemn. “Do you want me to turn back so you can graciously accept her generous offer?”
Jongdae pretends to consider it for a moment. “I’ll pass. I’m also having second thoughts about our wedding.” He pauses there on purpose, just to see Kyuhyun’s reaction.
Kyuhyun jam brakes at an empty junction.
“Wedding?” He asks, his voice a little high pitched.
“How about we elope?” Jongdae asks instead of replying. “It looks like it might take years for me to get your dad’s approval.”
“Kim Jongdae, you little–” he presses the button for the hazard lights and turns to Jongdae. “Is this how you intend to propose?”
Jongdae shrugs. “You were taking too long to do it.”
“I had–!” He takes a deep breath and shakes his head, cutting himself off. “I had a plan. I told my parents there was someone I wanted to marry, but they wanted me to meet you first.”
“Let me guess: dinner at some fancy restaurant, ten-million won ring at the bottom of a champagne glass?” Jongdae teases.
“No. I’m not a cliche,” Kyuhyun huffs, annoyed. Jongdae thinks he’s adorable and wants to keep him forever.
The proposal turns out to be Kyuhyun asking his kids to write down what love means on bits of pink paper and paint a banner that said Teacher Kim Jongdae: Will you marry Cho Kyuhyun?. It would have been incredibly sweet and moved Jongdae to tears had he not walked into the gym while Kyuhyun was showing a group of girls how to fold their love papers into hearts, while attempting to keep an eye on the kids who were sprawled painting even more hearts and flowers onto the banner.
“Oh fuck,” Heechul curses, then strides over to Jongdae and shoves him out of the gym in record time. Jongdae had never seen him move so quickly before, and they teach kids below the age of ten.
“You let my boyfriend into the school so he can plan a surprise for me?” He steals a quick glance at his watch. “Isn’t this your lesson time with them?”
Heechul shrugs. “Art is art.” He waves his hand. “Now, pretend you didn’t see anything and I’ll pretend I didn’t see you.”
A week later Kyuhyun stands in front of Jongdae with shaking hands and reads out definitions of love by seven year olds, clearing his throat before and after every note. The kids can’t stop giggling behind him, obviously excited to unveil the banner they’re hiding behind their backs.
Ten notes in and Jongdae feels himself blinking back tears. He knows exactly what’s going to happen, and yet he can’t help but feel so ovewhelmed. He remembers seeing Kyuhyun surrounded by his kids, helping them fold paper hearts with big, clumsy fingers, and already knows the answer to the question that will be asked.
“Yes,” he says, when Kyuhyun finally asks. “Yes, you big sap. Yes, a thousand times yes. Now come here.”
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grand proposals, kyuhyun/jongdae, pg, 920 words
High society is exactly the same as Jongdae had seen on TV – flashy, materialistic, and filled with people trying to step on top of each other’s heads. He realises this within five minutes of meeting his boyfriend’s parents for tea, and wonders if Kyuhyun would be open to eloping instead.
As though he’d somehow heard the voices in Jongdae’s head, Kyuhyun’s hand finds his under the table and gives it a squeeze. Jongdae squeezes back, glad to have something familiar in a world so alien to him.
“Have some tea, Daejong,” Kyuhyun’s mother says, already calling for a waiter to fill Jongdae’s cup. The slip in his name is intentional – Jongdae can tell by the way her lips quirk. It’s a test, and he’s a little terrified that he won’t be able to pass it.
“His name is–” Kyuhyun begins, but Jongdae squeezes his hand and cuts him.
“My name is Jongdae, mother,” he says sweetly. “Thank you so much for having me here.”
Her lips curl upwards. Jongdae isn’t sure what that smile meant, but he figures that he’s not doing anything wrong. His tea is poured, so he takes a sip, then places the cup back on its saucer.
“What is it you do again, Jongdae?” Kyuhyun’s father asks.
“I’m an elementary school teacher,” Jongdae replies. "I teach children to write."
"A writing teacher," he repeats, tone dry. "How practical."
He must have taken him literally, or perhaps, had simply been dismissive of his work, so Jongdae adds: "Creative writing. I teach children to write their dreams."
That's when Kyuhyun's mother's face softens. Her smile changes a little, losing its carefully crafted defensive facade.
"That's lovely," she says, and this time Jongdae can tell that she means it.
She asks Jongdae to stay for dinner, but he declines, saying that he already has dinner plans. When he finally steps out of the Cho family home and into Kyuhyun’s car, he feels like the weights on his shoulders are finally removed. He lets out a sigh of relief, and leans back a little into the seat.
“That was exhausting, wasn’t it?” Kyuhyun asks.
“The most exhausting afternoon of my life,” Jongdae agrees. “How do you live with them, hyung? How does Ara noona live with them?”
“We were born hard-wired with the intricacies of polite society,” Kyuhyun says, laughing. “You seem to have gotten the hang of it, though. Mother loves you.”
“Is asking to stay for dinner a show of affection?”
“The highest form,” Kyuhyun says, voice solemn. “Do you want me to turn back so you can graciously accept her generous offer?”
Jongdae pretends to consider it for a moment. “I’ll pass. I’m also having second thoughts about our wedding.” He pauses there on purpose, just to see Kyuhyun’s reaction.
Kyuhyun jam brakes at an empty junction.
“Wedding?” He asks, his voice a little high pitched.
“How about we elope?” Jongdae asks instead of replying. “It looks like it might take years for me to get your dad’s approval.”
“Kim Jongdae, you little–” he presses the button for the hazard lights and turns to Jongdae. “Is this how you intend to propose?”
Jongdae shrugs. “You were taking too long to do it.”
“I had–!” He takes a deep breath and shakes his head, cutting himself off. “I had a plan. I told my parents there was someone I wanted to marry, but they wanted me to meet you first.”
“Let me guess: dinner at some fancy restaurant, ten-million won ring at the bottom of a champagne glass?” Jongdae teases.
“No. I’m not a cliche,” Kyuhyun huffs, annoyed. Jongdae thinks he’s adorable and wants to keep him forever.
The proposal turns out to be Kyuhyun asking his kids to write down what love means on bits of pink paper and paint a banner that said Teacher Kim Jongdae: Will you marry Cho Kyuhyun?. It would have been incredibly sweet and moved Jongdae to tears had he not walked into the gym while Kyuhyun was showing a group of girls how to fold their love papers into hearts, while attempting to keep an eye on the kids who were sprawled painting even more hearts and flowers onto the banner.
“Oh fuck,” Heechul curses, then strides over to Jongdae and shoves him out of the gym in record time. Jongdae had never seen him move so quickly before, and they teach kids below the age of ten.
“You let my boyfriend into the school so he can plan a surprise for me?” He steals a quick glance at his watch. “Isn’t this your lesson time with them?”
Heechul shrugs. “Art is art.” He waves his hand. “Now, pretend you didn’t see anything and I’ll pretend I didn’t see you.”
A week later Kyuhyun stands in front of Jongdae with shaking hands and reads out definitions of love by seven year olds, clearing his throat before and after every note. The kids can’t stop giggling behind him, obviously excited to unveil the banner they’re hiding behind their backs.
Ten notes in and Jongdae feels himself blinking back tears. He knows exactly what’s going to happen, and yet he can’t help but feel so ovewhelmed. He remembers seeing Kyuhyun surrounded by his kids, helping them fold paper hearts with big, clumsy fingers, and already knows the answer to the question that will be asked.
“Yes,” he says, when Kyuhyun finally asks. “Yes, you big sap. Yes, a thousand times yes. Now come here.”
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