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band-aids after work ✦ yeonbin.

✦ in which yeonjun and soobin fight on valentine’s day. pairing: chwe soobin × chwe yeonjun. genre: romance; angst & fluff. word count: 1,910 before you read/warnings: harsh language. note: happy little late valentine's day! I hope you enjoy my first fic. and a big thanks to @moonlighthoon for proofreading and helping with corrections.

Sometimes life is a bitch. And it just so happened to be a full-on bitch on Valentine’s Day. February 14th was a usually packed and busy day, but it seemed like every client that day at the flower shop had agreed on having a crappy attitude. Maybe it was because of his own crappy attitude, but it’s not like he was taking it out on anyone. You attract what you put out into the world. If anything, he was doing double the effort to keep his client-friendly-smile and not scream every time the doorbell rang announcing a new customer.

After his last client, he rushed to the door to change the sign from Open to Closed and sat exhausted in front of it. Having now the time to do something other than prick his hands with thorns and think of arranging bouquets, he took out his phone and checked his messages. Still no messages from his boyfriend which wasn’t a surprise after their fight earlier that day. Soobin let out a sigh, ruffled his hair in frustration, then stood up with difficulty and walked up to the front desk. He still had to clean up the mess of fallen petals, leaves and cut stems. As he put his phone on the desk with Yeonjun’s chat opened, he finally thought of an idea so obvious it hurt that he didn’t think of it before.

“So, what do you have planned for later today?” asked Yeonjun with a raspy voice and still a little woozy from his sleep. As the owner of a business, Soobin had to get to work rather early, but Yeonjun always woke up to say goodbye and make good use of their short time together before he left.

“Mmm… I was thinking maybe we could celebrate some other time. You know I’m packed with orders for the day”, said Soobin as he put a sweatshirt over a white shirt and fixed the collar. Yeonjun pressed his lips tightly against each other not in annoyance, but a bit of disappointment. He was looking forward to that year’s Valentine’s Day as it was their first after moving in together. But he still understood; it was Soobin’s second Valentine's since he opened the shop and was witness of how busy it was even on the first, when the business had barely started. “Then what do you have planned for some other day?” He asked again letting out a light chuckle to reassure his boyfriend that it didn’t bother him much.

“You choose”, smiled Soobin back, not thinking much about his reply. “Again?”, asked the other with a slightly annoyed tone. “I always choose”, he continued.

“Because you know I’m up for anything you want to do.” “Soobin, we agreed that you’d plan it this time”, said Yeonjun firmly. “You know I’ve been occupied with work, making sure I get the flowers delivered on time, that I receive the advance payments of the booked orders and actually making the bouquets”, said the blondie as calmly as he could. “And I understand. I’m not asking you to plan a big party and spend your afternoon making thousands of calls right away.” Yeonjun, a little more awake, stood up and got closer to Soobin, hugging him.

“Then what do you want me to do?” Soobin asked annoyed; a bit too proud to admit his share of the problem. As fast as his boyfriend hugged him, he broke contact. He stepped back looking at him and let out a chuckle in disbelief.

“Pay attention, maybe?” said Yeonjun with a louder volume in his voice. “I’ve always been extremely open with my interests. You know? It’s not hard to use your head and get a thing or two out of it and build something from there.” He couldn’t believe that after all that time Soobin seemed clueless about him and he still had to teach him how to boyfriend.

“Are you saying I can’t think by myself?” Interfered Soobin, frowning. “That’s what you got out of everything I just said?” “It is?” “It’s not, Soobin. Stop trying to twist my words.” “Then what do you mean?” “Exactly what I just said! It’s not hard to make a plan that works when we’ve been together for years! How is it so hard for you to understand?” Both were already screaming. Tensed bodies and quick paced breaths, clearly agitated. But this time there was no reply, they just stood still looking into each other’s eyes, like the one to look away first would lose and therefore be at fault. Yeonjun exhaled sharply and filled the silence.

“I love you, Soobin, but it’s like I’m the only one putting thought and effort into this relationship.” “I do!” “Then show it!” And they fell silent again. The screams still resonated in the room and in their ears, like the static of an old television. “For someone with such a romantic job, you do suck at being romantic with your own partner.”

Soobin took his keys out of his front pocket and inserted the corresponding one in the doorknob. If the keys didn’t do enough noise to announce his arrival, him tripping with the step at the entrance did. Yeonjun stood up from the couch and went up to Soobin calling his name. Before he could say anything, the blondie held up a bouquet with both hands in front of him: a few red roses with rips on the petals and dark spots as a sign of wilting, with a couple of white chrysanthemums and baby’s breath to fill some empty spaces. “I wanted to give you roses, prettier ones, but these were all I had left”, he said as he passed his boyfriend the bouquet, who, other than his wide-open eyes, looked pretty much unfazed by the gift. He looked at the flowers, then at Soobin and his extended hands in front of him. Feeling the need to continue explaining himself, he continued “They’re still roses, they hold the same meaning, that I love… I love you”, saying the last bit in an almost whisper.

That was the first time. The first time Soobin had said he loved Yeonjun. It’s not like he didn’t feel it before, but it had been hard for him to express his feelings with words. Although he said it as an impulse, he didn’t regret saying it; maybe it was the best way to show the other that he cared, a lot. So, this was a big deal. But the eldest didn’t hesitate to quickly leave the room with no change of expression, leaving Soobin confused and with a growing feeling of uneasiness. Was Yeonjun still mad? Did he not like the flowers? Did it make things worse? Or did he not like the confession? Were they breaking up?!

These thoughts were flooding Soobin’s head, meanwhile Yeonjun came back with an aid kit in the flowers’ stead. He grabbed one of the other’s hands and guided him to the couch where they sat down. He then proceeded to take each of Soobin’s hands and clean the small cuts and cover them with band-aids, one by one. Both hands had been continuously pricked with the flowers’ thorns during his shift.

“Yeonjun, I’m so sorry”, said Soobin breaking the silence, still puzzled. “You should get gardening gloves”, was the reply he got back as he put a band-aid on his thumb’s tip; not exactly the one he was expecting, he still didn’t understand what was going on, but at least he was talking to him.

“Please don’t break up with me.” His anxiety grew and the air felt more tense by every second Yeonjun didn’t say anything related to the subject. Yeonjun placed one last band-aid and started packing the unused ones and the hydrogen peroxide, still not answering. “I’m really sorry.” continued in despair, “Are you still angry?” “Of course I’m angry, dumbass!”

He was visually agitated and made eye contact after avoiding it since Soobin got home. “Do you really think we are going to break up cause of one stupid fight?! And even more after you finally told me you loved me!” Soobin was caught off guard, then had to fight the urge to smile; a fight he naturally lost. He felt bad for doing so when Yeonjun was in the middle of a very serious speech, but he was mostly relieved. Plus, Yeonjun mixing in his thrill for the confession was very adorable in his eyes. And thank god he had a pretty smile that made his boyfriend melt and forget about everything, cause if it weren’t for it, he would’ve already received a good punch for the same reason he had to try and restrain it in the first place.

Yeonjun let out a sigh as he started to calm down. “Look, Soobin. You have to understand that as long as we’re together we’ll continue to have this type of problems and argue over them. So one, I need you to be a hundred percent in his with me, weigh in and be honest. And two, stop thinking I’ll let you go that easy.” Soobin nodded while blinking softly. “I promise I’ll try.” And Yeonjun knew he meant I just because of his tone of voice and choice of words. Because promising he’d do it from that moment onward would be a lie. He may do it, but being a human, he was always prone to make mistakes, even the same one. “I don’t want to make you feel like you’re alone again. I’m really sorry”, Soobin apologized again.

“To be fair, I was thinking on an empty stomach”, added Yeonjun rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m also sorry. I was too harsh on you even though I knew where you stood.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a couple of minutes, laughing awkwardly every now and then. They had finally reached the calm after the storm, so they wanted to stay and enjoy the fresh and serene breeze of the ocean. The grand noise and intense quaking were no longer scary; they became gentle and relaxing.

“Now let’s go.” Yeonjun stood up and stretched his hand out. “Where to?” Soobin looked at the hand puzzled but didn’t hesitate to hold it.

“It’s still Valentine’s.”

The car trunk was accommodated with blankets, a white big one to soften the surface and a small yellow one just to add color; pillows of all sizes and textures; and star shaped string lights hanging along the back seats to add environment and light to the space, also complementing the color of the small banket. Yeonjun had prepare it after getting home, knowing they would make up by the end of the day. It was cozy and warm, and being there, together, made it all so much better. Yeonjun was sitting up with a laptop resting on his thighs playing a movie. Meanwhile Soobin, laying by his side while interlocking arms, had found a better pillow in his boyfriend’s shoulder, and watched him more than the movie he chose.

“I really love you”, maybe it was the sleepiness talking, but he did mean it, making Yeonjun blush and look back at him, with only a few inches in between their faces.

“You really became more comfortable after saying it once”, said Yeonjun grabbing Soobin’s nose between his fingers and shaking it lovingly. Soobin laughed softly and snuggled more up the other’s neck.

“I love you too.”