"Whatever," Chanyeol says, tossing his empty noodle cup into the trash. "It's your lonely, Suho-obsessed life." He leaps onto Jongin's bed, and Jongin barely manages to avoid a lapful of soup in the aftermath of the bounce. "All I'm saying is that your cute Joonmyun-hyung is a real, actual, attainable person, unlike your porn star picnic date." Word, Chanyeol. Word.
"I once helped my mom stuff envelopes for my sister's wedding and it took hours and I thought my eyeballs were going to roll out of my head and down the street like loose marbles." Shut up, Jongin, he probably already thinks you barely function upstairs, he chastises himself. No need to talk about your eye-marbles. We've all done that sort of rambling in front of our crush b/c we don't know how to end our parts so we could get a conversation flowing. :3
He purposefully doesn't meet Joonmyun's eyes, but when he sneaks a glance, Joonmyun is looking at him with a strange, deliberating expression on his face. *heaves lightly*
"Yeah," Jongin says, nonchalantly, and Joonmyun smiles at him, sleepy but still cheerful. Jongin is torn between wanting to smush Joonmyun's cheeks between his hands and wanting to lick along the shell of his ear to see if it wakes him up. Down, boy. "Why are you awake if you were up so late?" YES, DOWN BOY. LOL.
"Why did you even get the sandwich, then?" Jongin asks, before he looks down at his own meal in embarrassment.
"I like meat," Joonmyun says, and Jongin peers up at him, startled, through his eyelashes. Joonmyun looks entertained at his question, not angry, so Jongin relaxes.
"You're probably so small because you don't eat vegetables," Jongin says. "Can I have your tomatoes?"
"Yes," Joonmyun says with a laugh, picking them up and dropping them onto Jongin's tray. "There's nothing wrong with my size." *COUGH COUGH* THAT'S WHAT HE SAID.
Joonmyun seems like he'd fit easily under Jongin's arm. "You're the perfect size," Jongin says, because he's an idiot. "I mean. Well. There are lots of good sizes?"
"Perfect, huh?" Jongin likes the pink along Joonmyun's cheekbones, but it's probably a trick of the light. HOLD UP, WE GOT A SHIPPER DOWN.
"You must be flexible," Joonmyun says, putting a potato chip into his mouth, and Jongin's tuna salad goes down his windpipe. "I mean, aren't ballet dancers really twisty, like pretzels?" An innocent follow-up. Jongin is clearly stuck in the gutter.
Joonmyun's leg brushes Jongin's again, and Jongin's stomach jumps up and down as he carefully swallows the rest of his bite. Joonmyun's eyes are narrow, and he looks so much like Suho in this moment that Jongin's hand ventures toward his crotch to unzip his fly on reflex. He catches himself, and grips his own thigh instead. *SNICKERING*
He hesitates. "Get some sleep, hyung," he says. "If you need to cancel tomorrow I'm sure I'll scrape by."
Joonmyun seems surprised, but then he smiles, the brightest Jongin's ever seen him smile. "You don't have to worry about me, Jongin," he says, but Jongin can tell he's pleased. "I'm the serial worrier, remember? I'll mail you tonight."
"Okay," Jongin says. "Until later, then."
Joonmyun's awful hair falls into his eyes and Jongin feels like he's drowning in attraction as he dumps his tray and exits the cafeteria. He's still hungry. DAYUM BOY, YOU LOSING YOUR MIND AROUND HIM, LULZ.
"No one can replace Suho in my affections," Jongin says, kind of teasing but mostly dead serious. He's still trying to convince himself that this whole thing with Joonmyun is a simple matter of projection. Willpower will get him through this difficult time. "Because you going to his room will make him less busy?" Chanyeol narrows his round eyes gleefully. He looks like a dinosaur. "Dude, he just wants you to go over to his room."
"No he doesn't," Jongin says. "Don't be ridiculous." This kid… /smh
He opens the door in a thin sleeveless shirt and his pajama pants, and this, Jongin thinks, is going to be a particularly awful afternoon. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…….
Joonmyun, unlike Jongin, has a cleared off table for studying, and Jongin gulps when Joonmyun moves his chair so he can sit so close to Jongin that their knees bump every time Jongin leans forward to work on a problem.
"Like this?" Jongin asks, trying desperately to concentrate. Joonmyun is almost curled into his side, and one of his arms is casually around the back of Jongin's chair, brushing him every time he shifts.
"No, no, like this," Joonmyun says, and his lips brush Jongin's cheek for a millisecond. Jongin is going to pass out. ARE YOU OKAY JONGIN-AH? ARE YOU OKAY?! HUH?!
Joonmyun rests his hand on Jongin's thigh, and Jongin snaps out of his reverie as he chokes on his own spit.
"Hyung?"
"Jongin," Joonmyun says, "how's that problem coming along?"
Right. Jongin is supposed to be doing his homework. That's why Jongin is here at all, in Joonmyun's room, with Joonmyun's thin pretty hands and his bare collarbones and his dorky smile. "Um." Jongin says, and Joonmyun grins patiently and volunteers to show him again, hand sliding a little higher up Jongin's thigh.
Joonmyun's thumb flicks at the seam of Jongin's jeans. "Mmm," he says, and Jongin is pretty much over today. WHELP.
Re: SO LIKE....I had this saved in my bookmarks along with many other fics a couple months ago...
Word, Chanyeol. Word.
"I once helped my mom stuff envelopes for my sister's wedding and it took hours and I thought my eyeballs were going to roll out of my head and down the street like loose marbles." Shut up, Jongin, he probably already thinks you barely function upstairs, he chastises himself. No need to talk about your eye-marbles.
We've all done that sort of rambling in front of our crush b/c we don't know how to end our parts so we could get a conversation flowing. :3
He purposefully doesn't meet Joonmyun's eyes, but when he sneaks a glance, Joonmyun is looking at him with a strange, deliberating expression on his face.
*heaves lightly*
"Yeah," Jongin says, nonchalantly, and Joonmyun smiles at him, sleepy but still cheerful. Jongin is torn between wanting to smush Joonmyun's cheeks between his hands and wanting to lick along the shell of his ear to see if it wakes him up. Down, boy. "Why are you awake if you were up so late?"
YES, DOWN BOY. LOL.
"Why did you even get the sandwich, then?" Jongin asks, before he looks down at his own meal in embarrassment.
"I like meat," Joonmyun says, and Jongin peers up at him, startled, through his eyelashes. Joonmyun looks entertained at his question, not angry, so Jongin relaxes.
"You're probably so small because you don't eat vegetables," Jongin says. "Can I have your tomatoes?"
"Yes," Joonmyun says with a laugh, picking them up and dropping them onto Jongin's tray. "There's nothing wrong with my size."
*COUGH COUGH* THAT'S WHAT HE SAID.
Joonmyun seems like he'd fit easily under Jongin's arm. "You're the perfect size," Jongin says, because he's an idiot. "I mean. Well. There are lots of good sizes?"
"Perfect, huh?" Jongin likes the pink along Joonmyun's cheekbones, but it's probably a trick of the light.
HOLD UP, WE GOT A SHIPPER DOWN.
"You must be flexible," Joonmyun says, putting a potato chip into his mouth, and Jongin's tuna salad goes down his windpipe. "I mean, aren't ballet dancers really twisty, like pretzels?" An innocent follow-up. Jongin is clearly stuck in the gutter.
Joonmyun's leg brushes Jongin's again, and Jongin's stomach jumps up and down as he carefully swallows the rest of his bite. Joonmyun's eyes are narrow, and he looks so much like Suho in this moment that Jongin's hand ventures toward his crotch to unzip his fly on reflex. He catches himself, and grips his own thigh instead.
*SNICKERING*
He hesitates. "Get some sleep, hyung," he says. "If you need to cancel tomorrow I'm sure I'll scrape by."
Joonmyun seems surprised, but then he smiles, the brightest Jongin's ever seen him smile. "You don't have to worry about me, Jongin," he says, but Jongin can tell he's pleased. "I'm the serial worrier, remember? I'll mail you tonight."
"Okay," Jongin says. "Until later, then."
Joonmyun's awful hair falls into his eyes and Jongin feels like he's drowning in attraction as he dumps his tray and exits the cafeteria. He's still hungry.
DAYUM BOY, YOU LOSING YOUR MIND AROUND HIM, LULZ.
"No one can replace Suho in my affections," Jongin says, kind of teasing but mostly dead serious. He's still trying to convince himself that this whole thing with Joonmyun is a simple matter of projection. Willpower will get him through this difficult time.
"Because you going to his room will make him less busy?" Chanyeol narrows his round eyes gleefully. He looks like a dinosaur. "Dude, he just wants you to go over to his room."
"No he doesn't," Jongin says. "Don't be ridiculous."
This kid… /smh
He opens the door in a thin sleeveless shirt and his pajama pants, and this, Jongin thinks, is going to be a particularly awful afternoon.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…….
Joonmyun, unlike Jongin, has a cleared off table for studying, and Jongin gulps when Joonmyun moves his chair so he can sit so close to Jongin that their knees bump every time Jongin leans forward to work on a problem.
"Like this?" Jongin asks, trying desperately to concentrate. Joonmyun is almost curled into his side, and one of his arms is casually around the back of Jongin's chair, brushing him every time he shifts.
"No, no, like this," Joonmyun says, and his lips brush Jongin's cheek for a millisecond. Jongin is going to pass out.
ARE YOU OKAY JONGIN-AH? ARE YOU OKAY?! HUH?!
Joonmyun rests his hand on Jongin's thigh, and Jongin snaps out of his reverie as he chokes on his own spit.
"Hyung?"
"Jongin," Joonmyun says, "how's that problem coming along?"
Right. Jongin is supposed to be doing his homework. That's why Jongin is here at all, in Joonmyun's room, with Joonmyun's thin pretty hands and his bare collarbones and his dorky smile. "Um." Jongin says, and Joonmyun grins patiently and volunteers to show him again, hand sliding a little higher up Jongin's thigh.
Joonmyun's thumb flicks at the seam of Jongin's jeans. "Mmm," he says, and Jongin is pretty much over today.
WHELP.