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fic: untitled drabble #9 (sangcob, first meetings) [drabble september]
pairing: sangyeon/jacob
rating: G
wordcount: 300 words
tags: first meeting, strangers to...?, literally just that one scene from "imagine me & you"
a/n: crossposted from twitter in 2023.
There’s really no warning. One moment Jacob is reaching for the ladle, the next his finger is one ring lighter.
His ring finger.
He’s staring at the bowl in horror when someone asks, right at his elbow, “Is everything ok?”
It’s him. The guy Jacob saw right before the vows, standing towards the back. Kind eyes, kinder still from up close like this, a casual outfit that doesn’t really match the dress code.
“Uhm, sort of. I—My wedding ring.” Jacob shows the guy his left hand, where the ring was supposed to be. Then he points to the bowl. “There’s been an accident.”
The guy nods, like those words make perfect sense together. Then, “Cover for me.”
“What?”
Before Jacob has even processed what is going on, the guy has rolled his sleeves back and gone right in. Up to the elbow in the punch. Jacob turns his back to him, trying to cover him from any curious eyes, but no one at the reception seems to be paying attention to that table.
When he hears a little aha!, Jacob feels it’s safe to turn back around. And there it is, his ring, safe and sound and a little wet on the guy’s stretched palm.
“Oh my God, it lives!” Jacob says, picking it up. “Thank you. Oh God, thank you.”
With a gentle nod of his head and a little smile on his lips, the guy starts walking away, drying his arm with a napkin.
Jacob calls out before he can really leave, “Wait. What’s your name?”
The guy turns around one last time. “Sangyeon.” He points to the tables. “I’m your florist.”
“Oh. I’m Jacob.”
Sangyeon chuckles, “Yeah, I know. Take care of that ring, Jacob. And congratulations on the wedding.”
And then he’s walking away. It takes Jacob a second to register the words.
Right. His wedding. This is his wedding.
He turns to leave but looks one more time over his shoulder, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sangyeon again and wondering, distractedly, if they’ll be needing a florist again any time soon.