#5 Scarves
Title: Scarves
Rating G
Word Count: 600
Summary: Sharing a scarf is much harder than it looks
“I told you this wouldn't work.”
Jongin adjusted his scarf, although with how it was, Luhan pressed right to his sides and the scarf pulling them close together, he had to wonder why did he even try. The scarf was nowhere near long enough for the both of them to share it comfortably, because of course not.
Sharing a scarf worked in anime. And dramas, where some unfortunate costume designer had to knit an unrealistically long scarf.
To Luhan, the fact anime and drama can do it was enough incentive to try, despite the fact that anime and dramas had many things that couldn't and shouldn't be imitated in real life. It was more than enough for Luhan to insist on wrapping one of those cheap scarves with tacky cartoon deers and bears patterned on it around their necks.
“It's working fine,” Luhan insisted.
Jongin couldn't agree.
It was a wonder they hadn't tripped over each other yet, with how their legs clumsily tried to match each other's pace and failed. With how their arms hardly had space to move as they were pressed to one another tightly and somewhat painfully. The scarf too, tightly clung to the bit of exposed skin on their necks on one side.
Yet neither of them moved to take it off.
It would feel like defeat somehow. Like sharing a scarf until the nearest Starbucks to their flat was some sort of challenge they had to do and whoever took it off first just wasn't formidable enough, or something like that.
It was sheer stubbornness that kept them together.
That wasn't new.
And that, Jongin thought, as it was Luhan's turn to make a futile attempt to adjust the scarf, wasn't all that bad.
“A second scarf?”
A second scarf. The exact same one with tacky cartoon bears and deers patterned on it and probably bought from the exact same place.
Luhan had given it to Jongin without a ribbon or a card or anything sappy like that. Luhan had given it to Jongin by placing it on Jongin's lap when Jongin was sitting on the old couch, one Luhan bought back when this flat was just his small flat for one instead of their tiny flat for two.
“Yep,” Luhan said proudly. “Since you liked it so much.”
“I did not,” Jongin frowned. He unfolded the scarf and let it sit on his book. “You always have had bad taste.”
“I do not,” Luhan huffed. “But that's not the point.”
“Point is you're admitting scarf sharing doesn't work,” Jongin said. He couldn't help but feel smug that he was right.
He always did, when he was right.
Luhan rolled his eyes. He took the scarf from Jongin's lap without asking and tied the end of it to the end of the initial one they shared.
The colours clashed with each other, and somehow the bears and deers scarfed looked even tackier than before.
Jongin could only watch as Luhan squished himself in beside him of the couch and forced the scarf around his neck before putting it around his own.
“Cheater,” Jongin grumbled as he adjusted the scarf around his neck. It fit comfortably around him now, the knit brushing against his neck and falling slightly around his shoulders.
Luhan took his hand and grinned.
They fingers fit well together then, interlocking instead of clashing in contrast to the strange colours combination of their scarf.
“I told you this would work.”
And Jongin had to agree.
Rating G
Word Count: 600
Summary: Sharing a scarf is much harder than it looks
“I told you this wouldn't work.”
Jongin adjusted his scarf, although with how it was, Luhan pressed right to his sides and the scarf pulling them close together, he had to wonder why did he even try. The scarf was nowhere near long enough for the both of them to share it comfortably, because of course not.
Sharing a scarf worked in anime. And dramas, where some unfortunate costume designer had to knit an unrealistically long scarf.
To Luhan, the fact anime and drama can do it was enough incentive to try, despite the fact that anime and dramas had many things that couldn't and shouldn't be imitated in real life. It was more than enough for Luhan to insist on wrapping one of those cheap scarves with tacky cartoon deers and bears patterned on it around their necks.
“It's working fine,” Luhan insisted.
Jongin couldn't agree.
It was a wonder they hadn't tripped over each other yet, with how their legs clumsily tried to match each other's pace and failed. With how their arms hardly had space to move as they were pressed to one another tightly and somewhat painfully. The scarf too, tightly clung to the bit of exposed skin on their necks on one side.
Yet neither of them moved to take it off.
It would feel like defeat somehow. Like sharing a scarf until the nearest Starbucks to their flat was some sort of challenge they had to do and whoever took it off first just wasn't formidable enough, or something like that.
It was sheer stubbornness that kept them together.
That wasn't new.
And that, Jongin thought, as it was Luhan's turn to make a futile attempt to adjust the scarf, wasn't all that bad.
“A second scarf?”
A second scarf. The exact same one with tacky cartoon bears and deers patterned on it and probably bought from the exact same place.
Luhan had given it to Jongin without a ribbon or a card or anything sappy like that. Luhan had given it to Jongin by placing it on Jongin's lap when Jongin was sitting on the old couch, one Luhan bought back when this flat was just his small flat for one instead of their tiny flat for two.
“Yep,” Luhan said proudly. “Since you liked it so much.”
“I did not,” Jongin frowned. He unfolded the scarf and let it sit on his book. “You always have had bad taste.”
“I do not,” Luhan huffed. “But that's not the point.”
“Point is you're admitting scarf sharing doesn't work,” Jongin said. He couldn't help but feel smug that he was right.
He always did, when he was right.
Luhan rolled his eyes. He took the scarf from Jongin's lap without asking and tied the end of it to the end of the initial one they shared.
The colours clashed with each other, and somehow the bears and deers scarfed looked even tackier than before.
Jongin could only watch as Luhan squished himself in beside him of the couch and forced the scarf around his neck before putting it around his own.
“Cheater,” Jongin grumbled as he adjusted the scarf around his neck. It fit comfortably around him now, the knit brushing against his neck and falling slightly around his shoulders.
Luhan took his hand and grinned.
They fingers fit well together then, interlocking instead of clashing in contrast to the strange colours combination of their scarf.
“I told you this would work.”
And Jongin had to agree.