Title: 6 Foot Silver Lining
Rating: PG (+ swearing)
Genre(s): fluff, romance
Warning(s): schmoop. oh god, the schmoop OTL
Word Count: 1,063
Summary: It seems like the world hates Jongin and Jongin hates everything (aka Jongin's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day).
a/n: For drainbamage954
Jongin was having one of those days. He'd gotten out of bed (reluctantly) and almost immediately wished he hadn't. They were out of coffee, he couldn't find the shirt he wanted to wear, he'd had to do dishes in order to have a bowl to eat cereal out of, and while it wasn't raining at that moment, it was overcast and gloomy. Jongin would have given almost anything to have been able to get back in bed.
Sometimes bad days suddenly brighten up and redeem themselves out of nowhere, the sun peeking out from behind the clouds and sparking life into what had been a previously miserable day.
That absolutely did not happen to Jongin that day.
First, he'd found that his external hard drive, which was supposed to have been fixed, was even more fucked up than it had been before. Then he'd realized that he'd forgotten to bring his lunch so he'd had to eat from the cafeteria in his office building (which was serving tofu soup that day and he hated tofu). Finally, a co-worker had seen him checking his personal email for two seconds (and seriously, everyone
checked their personal email at work- half the office was on twitter all day) and decided to tell on him to his boss which led to a lecture about how he knew everyone did it but he should be more careful because what if the co-worker had been a supervisor?
By the time Jongin got home, he wanted to jump out of his own skin.
He'd paced around the apartment for probably a half hour (he couldn't believe
he'd been tattled on) before he'd calmed down enough to sit at his computer. And then he couldn't get an error message to stop popping up every time he tried to open any program
Jongin was ready to scream when Chanyeol came home from his job at the record store down the street.
“Man, I'm hungry,” Chanyeol exclaimed, hanging his coat sloppily over the back of a kitchen chair and sidling up next to Jongin at his desk, “What are you doing?” he guilelessly asked, leaning over and resting his hands on Jongin's shoulders.
Normally, Jongin loved the physical affection that Chanyeol handed out, but at that moment, he was so frustrated with everything that the air pressing on his bare forearms was pissing him off.
“Just...my computer is being a fucking jackass,” he managed to get out between gritted teeth.
“Want me to help?” Chanyeol offered, being better with technology between the two of them despite the fact that he spent his days sorting old records and helping customers while Jongin sat at a computer all day for his job.
“I'm fine. Just let me deal with it,” Jongin snapped, running his fingers through his already mussed hair and tensing under Chanyeol's warm palms.
He knew that Chanyeol had taken note of his tone when he stepped back, breaking all physical contact between them with a quiet apology as he exited the room.
Jongin immediately felt terrible. He knew that Chanyeol understood that he just got like this sometimes, but snapping at Chanyeol was a bit like kicking a puppy even though Jongin reminded himself that Chanyeol was a grown man who could handle his occasional mood swings.
He wanted to go apologize but he knew that he was still too crabby to be around anyone so he opted to go take a shower and try to shed the bad mood once and for all.
Forty five minutes later, Jongin emerged from the bathroom in a pair of sweats, hair dripping onto his shoulders and making little dark spots on the thin cotton of his tank top. He found Chanyeol lounging in front of the muted TV with a cup of noodles balancing precariously on the arm of the couch and his feet thrown onto the coffee table.
The shower had washed the leftover tension down the drain with the dirt from the day and all that was left was fatigue. And remorse for treating Chanyeol like he had.
Sheepishly, Jongin sat next to Chanyeol on the couch, always awkward with apologies and the like, so he just scooted over so that his thigh was nearly touching Chanyeol's.
Chanyeol looked over, greeting Jongin with a smile that he didn't feel like he deserved.
“Rough day?” he asked, not moving to make contact yet in case Jongin was still wound so tightly that he was liable to snap.
With a sigh, Jongin slumped against Chanyeol's side and breathed in the scent of his boyfriend's cologne, his limbs feeling leaden now that he'd finally allowed himself to relax.
Chanyeol wound a long arm around his shoulders and pressed his face into the side of Jongin's head, his breath snuffling and warm against Jongin's ear.
“'m sorry,” Jongin mumbled, turning his head to press his cheek against Chanyeol's shoulder, “Everything about today sucked.”
Chanyeol hummed in understanding and suddenly everything was pouring out of Jongin's mouth before he even realized he was speaking- every crappy thing that had happened that day spilling out for Chanyeol's waiting ears. When he finished, he felt drained.
“That all does
suck,” Chanyeol agreed, fingers stroking over the skin at the nape of his neck, “But today is over and tomorrow will probably just be a regular boring day and then it'll be the weekend and we can spend all of Saturday in bed.”
“But my boss-”
“Probably won't even remember that your uptight co-worker said anything about your work habits.”
“And my computer-”
“Just needs to have its drivers updated. I'll do it tonight,” Chanyeol assured him.
“Thank you,” Jongin murmured gratefully, still feeling ashamed for how he'd acted earlier, especially given Chanyeol's understanding and offers to help.
“It's nothing,” Chanyeol easily replied, deep voice lulling Jongin into a nearly half asleep state as he comfortingly ran his fingers through his hair.
Jongin had to admit that while a lot of things had gone wrong that day, his present situation was nothing but right
, and that any day that ended with him feeling like a content puddle as he rested against Chanyeol couldn't be all bad.
Jacked up hard drives and obnoxious co-workers didn't seem so awful now as Chanyeol recounted his dealings with a strange customer that day.
It looked like his terrible day had brightened up after all.-I wrote most of this at work ages ago and just finally finished it OTL
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Yes, that was a Sehun lisp, thank you for noticing. Lonio, this is all your fault.