NCT ONESHOTS

I Promise You | Luwoo

Word count: 4700~

Genre: angst, heartbreak

Lucas ticked boxes in his mind's mental list to get ready. Today was his beautiful husband's birthday, and he could not be late. Not this time. Kim Jungwoo had to wait for ten whole minutes when his older partner decided to leave his house late and get stuck in traffic, and after being ignored for half an excrutiating hour by the younger for arriving late, Lucas decided he never wanted that to happen again.

Phone? He slapped his right pocket. Check.

Car keys? Left pocket? Check.

Flowers and card? Check.

Chocolate eyes casting up at the wooden analogue clock stuck up high on his white painted wall, just to the left of a handmade photo frame of the loving couple in the snow, snow angels present behind them as they took a selfie, he smiled.

But no! Wong Yukhei, this is no time to lose focus! Speaking of time...

"Dammit! Ten minutes!"

He would make it in time for Jungwoo's party though, just like he promised. He could push the speed limit and get away with it; it wasn't like he hadn't rushed somewhere for his lover before.

Grabbing the flowers - pink carnations - and a carefully written, decorated, and sealed card off the kitchen table, the tall man hurried out of his house, locked the door, and quickly made his way to the red Mini Jungwoo and a few others had pitched in to buy him one Christmas. The presents were on the passenger seat now, and instead of foolishly making the mistake of leaving them free to wobble about and get destroyed when he drove hastily around corners, he strapped them in.

"And let's not forget me," his deep voice chuckled, but just as he grabbed the seatbelt, his phone rang, his good friend's song 'Purple' chiming in the air.

"Hello?" He immediately answered upon seeing a well-known caller ID.

"Lucas? Where are you? Jungwoo will be here any minute now!" Taeyong's worried voiced rang down the receiver, the faint sounds of balloons being tied and people laughing in the background. "Doyoung's being a total mother and doing the cooking - although I think he just said the cake was poisoned - and Yangyang's being no help at all, distracting his brothers! Please come and collect the children!"

"Agh, hang on! I'll be there in," lifting his arm, the older glanced at his silver watch. Eight minutes. Leaving unsupervised, child-like adults alone in a house with a crazed mother figure set loose in a kitchen was not ideal, but he knew he could trust Taeyong and Winwin. That was eight minutes if he stuck to the speed limits. If he pushed it by ten miles an hour, he could make it in six. But then... push it by another ten, and he could make it to Winwin's place in-- "Four minutes tops!"

Taeyong gave a nervous laugh. "Okay, but be safe! We don't want you dying on us now, okay?" And with a word of reassurance, he hung up.

For some reason, Winwin's house was the furthest away, and yet that was the venue. They couldn't have chosen Doyoung's cottage which was a peaceful two minute walk from his own house, or maybe even Hendery's seaside apartment that was even five minutes away. It had to be Winwin's. It probably had something to do with how large his mansion was because of that singer he had married, Yuta.

Lucas snapped out of his thoughts and pressed his foot down to the boards a bit too strongly, sending the car lurching forwards and making him scream just a little bit. After the engine settled with his foot off the pedal, the man exhaled and reopened his eyes, blinking widely at how little of a distance there was between the Mini and the garage. He cleared his throat, the sudden silence echoing in his ears. That was close.