You, Me, Prom?
Title: You, Me, Prom?
Length: 818w.
Rating: G
Pairing: Joonmyun/Jongin
Summary: College for Jongin is really hard, especially when he can't find his own way around asking someone out.
Jongin takes in a deep breath as he paces back and forth in the hallway, eyes continuously glancing at a specific dorm room door he can't bring himself to knock on. His hands are busy trying to make his shirt look perfect and his feet are cowardly running him in circles to distract his hectic thoughts.
It's a few days before prom (or at least that's what Jongin likes to call the formal dance that's held every spring at his University), and there's a certain special someone he needs to ask to go with him. A not-so-tall blond math dork with a strikingly bright smile and a charismatic vibe.
He first met him in his own first year. Jongin was a nervous wreck and accidentally hit a stranger right in the crotch with his backpack (as a result of looking around frantically). Thankfully, the other man didn't seem to have been hurt much, but it got a good laugh out of him-Jongin still remembers how much he unknowingly fell in love with the sound. Apologies were made, and it turns out the stranger's name was Joonmyun. He was in his second year at this University and could get around way better than Jongin could at the time, so he offered to help him navigate his classes. Though, he seemed to have started getting lost even more after meeting Joonmyun, unsure of the reason being he wanted to see him more, or because he really couldn't memorize the way to the Humanities hall.
It's now been two years since they met each other, maybe a little more or a little less than that, and Jongin thinks it's time to finally step forward and get this over with.
Before he can stop his pacing and get enough courage for his hand to make contact with the door, it swings open in the most startling way. Joonmyun's eyebrows are slightly furrowed and he has a look of stress on his face; he doesn't even realize Jongin is standing there until he nearly slams into him.
"Jongin," Joonmyun starts in shock. "Why are you here?"
Jongin isn't sure how to respond and somewhere in the back of his throat he let out a squeak. He only manages to get out his name. A quiet "Joonmyun" that he's sure he's the only one that could hear.
Joonmyun's sudden frown spoke otherwise, though, as he grabbed Jongin's arm to shake him. "I don't have time for this, Jongin, do you need something?"
Maybe it was the spur of the moment or the lack of words that Joonmyun knocked out of him when he swung open his dorm room door, but Jongin only mutter out a "prom" in the form of a question.
"Prom?" Joonmyun raises his eyebrows, only to furrow them again a few seconds after. "This isn't high school, Jongin."
"The dance," Jongin retorts quickly. "The formal...thing." He starts making hand movements that aren't helping him at all and looking Joonmyun in the eyes is making it harder to speak. "You." He pauses to poke Joonmyun in the chest rather roughly. "Are you going?"
"No." He answers, giving Jongin an empathetic look as if he was turning him down.
That expression was Jongin's end point, really. Everything after that was sputters of different random words creating incoherent sentences-he's sure he even mentioned the words 'boyfriend' and 'will you be my' enough times for Joonmyun to catch on.
Thankfully, he did (finally), and Joonmyun grabbed onto both of Jongin's wrist with a whole-hearted smile. "If you're asking me to go with you to that dance, I will."
It was a relief off of his shoulders and he feels his heart is going to pound a bruise on the surface of his chest. Joonmyun's warm fingers wrapped around his wrists and his sparkling eyes weren't helping his heart at all either, and his next action was spontaneous. He took in a deep breath, the 100th for that day, and quickly leaned in to kiss Joonmyun's nose. He wasn't sure about kissing him actually, yet. He was still burning up on the spot where Joonmyun grabbed him on his arm to shake him.
Joonmyun's response, however, was as expected for Jongin; a shy blush across his nose and eyes wider than ever.
Jongin had later found out the reason Joonmyun was so stressed wasn't so much different from his own; essays and cramming all getting to his head with the cherry on top being loneliness. Jongin assured him though, as they skipped their evening classes for a stroll in the park, that he could check one of those three of his worry list, with only one condition: he had to walk him to the Humanities hall every single day from now on.
(Joonmyun agreed with their first kiss on the lips and secretly hoped that Jongin was going to check off the essays).