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Taemin/Kai
G, 442 words
There are some things Jongin can't force.
a/n: this idea came to me but then I was stuck for a little, and I couldn't sleep until it was written out in some way. short, though! also, apologies, it's iffy…this idea had a decent amount of potential but I shot it in the foot and it limped trying to run away until I wrote it to death. tiny warning for hinted eating disorder. there is obviously a part of me that will concede to liking this, or else I would not be posting lol.
Jongin hates that Taemin never eats lunch. They “eat” together almost every day, but Taemin just watches. Stares at the sky, finding shapes in clouds to the rhythm of Jongin’s chewing. Opens his notebook to drill Chinese characters so he doesn’t fail his quiz this week. If he brings his computer he surfs YouTube for dance covers and k-pop idols’ practice versions of their latest singles. They watch together, Taemin chin pressed into Jongin’s shoulder like a comfortable, heavy weight. Not that Taemin has a big head. It’s a nice head. Jongin likes Taemin’s head, a lot.
Not that he would ever tell him. He’s pretty sure Taemin already knows he’s a good looking fellow.
Some people think Taemin looks younger, but they’re wrong. Very wrong. Jongin knows he’s the baby here, even if Taemin is shorter (not by very much) and thinner (no comment). Taemin thinks Jongin is cute when his nose scrunches up, and when he touches his thick lips with one finger. Yeah. Real cute.
Today the breeze is too warm but that would never stop them from sitting outside anyway, underneath those thin trees. Made out of sticks like their legs, but not as sore from dancing. The trees, though, are sore from the wind. Tired. The wind always liked Taemin’s hair, but it's a bitch to Jongin.
Jongin’s sisters packed mangoes for him today. Girls like doting on him. He’s got the sweet face and a nose that sisters and aunts like to kiss. He stabs at a piece with his plastic fork and stares at its cube form. It’s then that he wishes he could shove it down Taemin’s throat. There are some things he just can’t force, though. Taemin is fragile, made even more fragile from his self-inflicted erosion. Jongin eats. Chews. Swallows. Stomach churns.
When Taemin’s stomach growls, they both pause. This habit hits him hard on some days. Today is a Thursday and he has an exam tomorrow. Jongin knows because Jongin always knows. They tell eachother everything.
Taemin’s eyes are shadowed from the hood he’s pulled over his head. Jongin stares for a full minute at the shadows and how they and the patterns from the leaves over their heads dance around. Dancing. They both love dancing. Gently, so as not to upset him, Jongin tugs on the hood with his pinky finger. It doesn’t fall, but Taemin’s eyes meet his own. They don’t break their stare until Taemin’s buried his face into Jongin’s neck. He’ll hold him this way now; he’ll let Taemin’s arms snake around him. Warm limbs, warm friend. It’s Taemin that he cares about. It’s always been Taemin.
Taemin/Kai
G, 442 words
There are some things Jongin can't force.
a/n: this idea came to me but then I was stuck for a little, and I couldn't sleep until it was written out in some way. short, though! also, apologies, it's iffy…this idea had a decent amount of potential but I shot it in the foot and it limped trying to run away until I wrote it to death. tiny warning for hinted eating disorder. there is obviously a part of me that will concede to liking this, or else I would not be posting lol.
Jongin hates that Taemin never eats lunch. They “eat” together almost every day, but Taemin just watches. Stares at the sky, finding shapes in clouds to the rhythm of Jongin’s chewing. Opens his notebook to drill Chinese characters so he doesn’t fail his quiz this week. If he brings his computer he surfs YouTube for dance covers and k-pop idols’ practice versions of their latest singles. They watch together, Taemin chin pressed into Jongin’s shoulder like a comfortable, heavy weight. Not that Taemin has a big head. It’s a nice head. Jongin likes Taemin’s head, a lot.
Not that he would ever tell him. He’s pretty sure Taemin already knows he’s a good looking fellow.
Some people think Taemin looks younger, but they’re wrong. Very wrong. Jongin knows he’s the baby here, even if Taemin is shorter (not by very much) and thinner (no comment). Taemin thinks Jongin is cute when his nose scrunches up, and when he touches his thick lips with one finger. Yeah. Real cute.
Today the breeze is too warm but that would never stop them from sitting outside anyway, underneath those thin trees. Made out of sticks like their legs, but not as sore from dancing. The trees, though, are sore from the wind. Tired. The wind always liked Taemin’s hair, but it's a bitch to Jongin.
Jongin’s sisters packed mangoes for him today. Girls like doting on him. He’s got the sweet face and a nose that sisters and aunts like to kiss. He stabs at a piece with his plastic fork and stares at its cube form. It’s then that he wishes he could shove it down Taemin’s throat. There are some things he just can’t force, though. Taemin is fragile, made even more fragile from his self-inflicted erosion. Jongin eats. Chews. Swallows. Stomach churns.
When Taemin’s stomach growls, they both pause. This habit hits him hard on some days. Today is a Thursday and he has an exam tomorrow. Jongin knows because Jongin always knows. They tell eachother everything.
Taemin’s eyes are shadowed from the hood he’s pulled over his head. Jongin stares for a full minute at the shadows and how they and the patterns from the leaves over their heads dance around. Dancing. They both love dancing. Gently, so as not to upset him, Jongin tugs on the hood with his pinky finger. It doesn’t fall, but Taemin’s eyes meet his own. They don’t break their stare until Taemin’s buried his face into Jongin’s neck. He’ll hold him this way now; he’ll let Taemin’s arms snake around him. Warm limbs, warm friend. It’s Taemin that he cares about. It’s always been Taemin.