“Jagiya!” “Yes Yunho?” “Guess what it is this weekend?” “Your birthday.” “That’s right!” You looked up from your place on the couch where Yunho was beaming happily, finally home from work. “Did you get me a present?” “Not yet,” “Great! I already have a present in mind.” “What?” He had finally grabbed your attention.
“Unfortunately…I have one meeting to attend to on my birthday. But for my present, all I want is you ready and waiting for me.” “What about Woo Bin?” “Already gave him some money in advance to go over a friend’s for the entire weekend.” “So all you want me is gift wrapped and in your bed?” “If you wore nothing but a bow, that’d be good too.” He laughed as he dodged a pillow you chucked at him, his eyes crinkling.
“Everything is just about perfect.” You whispered. You were dressed in a daring dress, something Tsuki had taken you out to buy. You had tried your hand at a Korean dish that Kae In had to help you with. Woo Bin was gone as promised, an embarrassed smile on his face as he wished you both to have a good time. You sat at the dining table, clicking your heels on the floor. It was going on past 10 minutes that he asked you to be ready.
You thought about calling him a few times, but didn’t want to really want to. Maybe as to not destroy the illusion? What illusion…you were just dolled up nice, with a home cooked meal and your body ready for your husband. Calling him still seemed out of the question, so you continued to wait.
Two hours later, you gave in and called, only for it to ring and eventually go to voicemail. Sighing, you ate some food yourself, before cleaning the kitchen and dining room.
Three hours later, it was going on 10PM and you were starting to get worried. You had long ago kicked off your heels, but were ready to find your closest pair of sneakers and go outside to find your husband. You had called Jaejoong, who said that Yunho had actually left the SM building an hour ago. You quickly thanked him and hung up, walking to the wide window to look down at the suddenly rain slicked streets. Had you been so wrapped up in waiting that you hadn’t even noticed that had rained?
“I’ll give him 10 more minutes. I’ll call him and if he doesn’t answer I’ll go out and look for him.” At this time, you wish you at least had Bi to keep you company, but he was with Changmin for the weekend as well. Another 10 minutes passed and you called, and he still didn’t pick up. The worst scenarios ran through your head of him being hurt and unconscious somewhere. What if he hydroplaned into a ditch and he was bleeding out and no one saw him…
Three beeps and the click of the locks reached your ears, your body turning around before your brain could catch up. Yunho dragged himself inside, his suit a bit wet and his hair hanging in his face. “Yunho, where have you been?” You rushed over to him, even though he’d yet to acknowledge your question. “Yunho?” He said nothing as he shrugged off his suit jacket, his head hanging low.
“Yunho…Yunho what’s wrong?” You finally entered his personal space, looking up at him. His expression was of a dog that had practically been kicked and left to die in the rain. “Yunho. Yunho,” you spoke his name over and over, placing your hands on his face.
“Tell me what’s wrong, you had me worried,” “I’m older.” “That you are, it’s your birthday.” “I’m thirty-three jagiya.” “Your point?” “I don’t know…I just…I’m getting older. As I get older, what if I’m not able to dance or sing? Junsu shares this fear with me too you know; not being able to dance anymore. I don’t ever want to stop dancing jagi. I don’t want to get older. I…” You said nothing and only fiercely stared into his eyes, heart hurt because he honestly looked so hopeless.
“Yunho, I know that dancing is a part of who you are, but you’re going to get older.” “How do you even love me, we’re eight years part.” “Don’t even say that, especially since you’re the one who said you didn’t care when we started this. Okay? Especially when I went out of my way to learn another Korean dish, got my face all dolled up and pretty, wore some kickass but painful heels, and even washed the sheets, all for you. Because you’re my birthday boy. I thought it was you who said that age didn’t matter?”
“For us but,” “Let me show you how much it doesn’t matter.” Your hands left his face and slid down to his tie, loosening it as you tugged Yunho closer.
“Let me show you how you’ll never stop dancing. You’ll never stop singing.”
His breath was a whisper, his eyes a light with curiosity. “How?”
“Because…you…you make my heart beat faster…and you make my heart sing. And I hope I do the same for you.”
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