More Jeanmarco! This one was written for Marco Bodt week theme Precious Cinnamon Bun, because Marco is a precious cinnamon bun and I tried to capture that here with this modern AU. Please enjoy!
Marco and Jean had been living with each other for three months. For nearly twelve weeks, they'd inhabited the same apartment, and is had been wonderful. However, in those twelve weeks, Jean had never gotten off of work early. Thus he didn't know what to expect when he got home at four instead of six, twisting his key in the lock and entering the apartment.
"Marco?" Jean called, closing the door behind him. The residence was peculiarly quiet. One fair eyebrow arched up in suspicion. Then his ears picked up on a soft sound coming from farther back in the apartment.
Jean dropped his messenger bag on the couch as he followed the sound. As he got closer, he could distinguish two different noises: the shower running, and a male singing voice. Jean froze in his tracks.
Oh my god, he thought. Oh my god.
He walked the rest of the way to closed bathroom door next to the bedroom, pressing his ear against the wood. He'd been right; Marco Bodt was singing in the shower.
"But I keep groovin'. Can't stop, won't stop movin! It's like I got this music in my head sayin it's gonna be alright!" Marco's voice drifted through the door, sliding gracefully through a self-inserted rift. Jean bit his lip. "Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play. And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Baby I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it off! Shake it off!"
Jean had to move away from the door, slamming his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing. Not only was Marco singing in the shower, but he was singing Taylor Swift. Taylor freaking Swift! He couldn't handle it.
The sound of the water suddenly disappeared and the squeak of the shower door opening reached Jean's ears. Marco continued singing, changing his tune to You Belong With Me, also by T. Swift.
Jean was still standing there, staring at the bathroom door with a silly grin on his face when Marco opened the door and stepped into the hallway with a towel wrapped around his waist.
His eyes exploded when he saw Jean and the brunette jumped backwards, his back hitting the wall. "Ahhh!" he screamed, involuntarily before realizing who it was. "Jean! Don't do that! You gave me a heart attack!"
"I'm sorry," the two-tone haired man replied, fighting a laugh. "I just got home from work early and I heard you singing and I…" A flash of embarrassment crossed Marco's face, the darkest blush taking over his freckled cheeks. "What?"
"You heard me singing in the shower," Marco stated, standing up and walking around with his hands pushing back his wet hair. "Oh my gosh, you heard me singing in the shower." The brunette stopped, staring accusingly at Jean as the other boy broke down into a fit of giggles. "Why are you laughing?" His cheeks grew hotter at the prospect of Jean thinking he was weird.
"Because you're adorable!" Jean exclaimed around his laughter. His hazel eyes were gleaming. "You're blushing like a maniac because I caught you singing in the shower. And you were singing Taylor Swift, Marco! Do you know how precious you are?"
Marco blushed again, but this time not from embarrassment, but he compliments. "Jean," he said quietly.
"I'm serious. You're too adorable to be legal," Jean added. "Now go get dressed, and then we can make dinner together. We can even sing more if you'd like."
Marco smiled. "Oh, Jean, I don't actually sing in the shower," he said. Jean gave him a confused look. Marco's grin widened. "I perform."
Jean's expression melted away. "Go put your freaking clothes on before Iose my ability to contain myself," he said plainly before turning away and retreating to the kitchen. "You're too cute for your own good, Marco!"
The freckled boy grinned again, moving into the bedroom and already creating the perfect duet playlist in his head.
Thanks for much for the read!