A couple of quick drabbles! Prompts provided by a friend of mine and placed in italics before the fics! <3

au: deaf!wook

boxes of kittens in the rain. 

Jongwoon shook the water from his hair as he shut the front door behind him, holding back a sneeze. He’d forgotten his umbrella that morning (even though Ryeowook had oh-so-carefully propped it up next to the door for him the night before) and had been forced to run from his office building to his car and from his car to his house, trying not to get too wet. He sighed when he realized that his shoes were soaked; he knew Ryeowook wouldn’t be happy with that, so he stripped them off, along with his socks and his jacket, before heading toward the kitchen, hoping to grab a cup of coffee to warm himself up.

It wasn’t until he was halfway through the living room that he noticed the footprint-shaped puddles leading out toward their sun porch.

He frowned, silently making his way toward the sliding glass doors that separated the porch from the rest of the house; he nearly groaned when he finally got close enough to see what was happening.

Ryeowook was bent over a small box with his back to the door but Jongwoon could practically see the joy radiating from his being. As he took a step forward, he saw that the younger man had a towel in one hand and a small ball of fluff in the other – a kitten.

Jongwoon plopped down on the floor next to his boyfriend, peering into the box. There was one more kitten inside the box, shivering from being out in the cold rain; Ryeowook hadn’t had a chance to dry it off yet, meaning he must have just come in.

It was then that Jongwoon noticed the raindrops in Ryeowook’s hair and the way that his t-shirt was clinging to his skin and he felt himself immediately give in to his request without the other even having to ask. Instead, he picked up a spare towel from next to Ryeowook, carefully reaching into the box and picking up the small gray kitten crouched in the corner.

Ryeowook cast him a grateful smile before returning to the task at hand, his heart warm.

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Later that night, Ryeowook came out of the bathroom after his shower, brushing a strand of wet hair out of his eyes, and smiled at the sight that greeted him. Jongwoon was stretched out across their bed, almost asleep, one of the kittens curled up on his stomach and the other one pressed against his side. Ryeowook carefully flicked off the overhead light and felt his way back to their bed, sliding onto it carefully, being sure not to move either of the kittens from their places. He ran his hand up Jongwoon’s arm and to his neck, slowly and gently signing ‘thank you’ against his voice box.

Jongwoon hummed in response and Ryeowook smiled as he felt the skin underneath his fingertips vibrate. He reached up, kissing his tired boyfriend’s cheek softly before curling up under a blanket next to him.

Jongwoon wrapped his arm around Ryeowook as best he could, smiling to himself as he drifted off to sleep with his three little kittens.
 

stubbed toes. 

Jongwoon was in the kitchen one Saturday afternoon doing his best to make lunch. He was making one of the only things he knew how to – a hearty soup – as a surprise for his boyfriend, who had been up late the night before working on writing something in that thick notebook of his. He felt something rubbing against his ankle a minute later and sighed, bending down and scratching the tiny gray kitten behind its ears. Ryeowook had brought the kittens home nearly a week ago and the gray one seemed to have taken a liking to him specifically; it followed him around nearly everywhere he went and would always curl up happily on his legs or his stomach when he sat down to rest.

He heard soft padding on the tiles and looked up to see a sleepy-looking Ryeowook stumbling into the kitchen, the silver tabby kitten resting in his hands. The younger man shuffled over to his boyfriend, kissing him quickly on the cheek before grabbing a can of cat food out of the cabinet; he bent down, putting down the kitten before emptying the can into their cats’ food bowl. Both kittens immediately scampered over to it, munching happily on their lunch.

Ryeowook, now that he had taken care of his pets, slid back to Jongwoon, wrapping his arms around the older man’s waist and resting his cheek against his back.

Jongwoon just smiled, stirring the soup carefully and slowly, perfectly content to stay like that, only to have Ryeowook pull away a moment later. He sighed softly, taking a sip of the soup to taste-test it as Ryeowook padded around the kitchen, getting bowls and silverware to set the table with.

Jongwoon suddenly looked up as he heard the very distinct thump of something hitting the kitchen floor.

He whirled around to find Ryeowook sitting on the floor with tears slowly accumulating in the corner of his eyes as he held his foot. Jongwoon immediately scooped him up, putting him down on the couch in the living room, going back to the kitchen and returning a minute later with an ice pack, which he put on Ryeowook’s toe carefully before wiping away his boyfriend’s tears and kissing him gently.

Ryeowook pouted slightly at the way Jongwoon was babying him, but, at the same time, he enjoyed the feeling, even if it did only come from him running into one of the kitchen chairs.

They had lunch in the living room that day, curled up on the couch far away from the chair Ryeowook had stubbed his toe on. Jongwoon kept one arm wrapped around Ryeowook’s shoulders, feeding him soup one spoonful at a time, determined to protect his kitten from any more harm.