prompt 1; shinee; jongyu (ontae bffery!)
anonymous
May 30 2011, 18:27:32 UTC
Jinki knows he’s staring. He knows it’s awkward (awkward is, of course, his middle name). He knows that the stranger is going to move away at any second because, hello, crazy guy staring at you is not a comfortable feeling. There’s also the little fact that said stranger has been waiting for his popcorn for five minutes.
Which Jinki is holding. And has been holding for the past five minutes.
Taemin glares at Jinki before snatching the extra large popcorn from his slack grip and thrusting it at the customer (or, as Jinki likes to call him, the most perfect man in the whole of creation).
“Thank you, and enjoy your movie,” Taemin recites dutifully, grinning stiffly until the customer turns away, before pulling off his yellow and red striped cap and promptly beating Jinki with it. “What’s up with you?” he snarls. “You can’t just stand there when I’ve got thirteen customers of my own to deal with! You’re such a douchebag!”
Jinki snaps out of his daze, blinking as he rubs his head absently. “I miss it when you used to be cute,” he murmurs, causing an aggravated eye roll. “You’re acting like Kibum.”
“Yeah, well, you’re the reason I got stuck with a summer job!” Taemin retorts. “God, you’re such a bad neighbor. Why couldn’t you just sit on your ass all day like the rest of us? I swear to God, my mom wishes you were her child.”
Jinki pauses, before grinning and wrapping Taemin in a hug. “Naw,” he replies. “You’re excited to be working with me. Because you looooooove me.”
Taemin giggles at Jinki’s antics, and the older boy knows he’s won. With no one left to serve (all the movies have already started), he gets down to the serious business of tickling his best friend. And then stops when Taemin threatens to throw up all over him.
Wheezing, Taemin asks, “Why were you acting so weird anyway?”
Jinki blushes. “No reason,” he says, turning back to the slushie machine and fiddling with it, his face burning red.
“Jinki,” Taemin says, clearly not amused.
Jinki ignores him.
“Jinki,” Taemin says insistently.
There’s a moment of silence.
“You realize you’re getting blueberry slushie all over you converses,” Taemin adds.
Jinki jumps back from the machine, leaving a melting blue puddle of sugar and ice by the machine.
“Now tell me what’s going on,” Taemin orders in his no nonsense voice.
Jinki whimpers.
Taemin stares.
Jinki caves.
“I-It was that guy,” he admits. “I just. I’ve never. He was… Well. He was very, very attractive.”
Taemin looks at him incredulously, before bursting into laughter. “Is that it?” he asks. “You freaked out because the guy was hot?”
Jinki mumbles unintelligibly, scuffing his wet shoes against the already sticky linoleum floor.
Which Jinki is holding. And has been holding for the past five minutes.
Taemin glares at Jinki before snatching the extra large popcorn from his slack grip and thrusting it at the customer (or, as Jinki likes to call him, the most perfect man in the whole of creation).
“Thank you, and enjoy your movie,” Taemin recites dutifully, grinning stiffly until the customer turns away, before pulling off his yellow and red striped cap and promptly beating Jinki with it. “What’s up with you?” he snarls. “You can’t just stand there when I’ve got thirteen customers of my own to deal with! You’re such a douchebag!”
Jinki snaps out of his daze, blinking as he rubs his head absently. “I miss it when you used to be cute,” he murmurs, causing an aggravated eye roll. “You’re acting like Kibum.”
“Yeah, well, you’re the reason I got stuck with a summer job!” Taemin retorts. “God, you’re such a bad neighbor. Why couldn’t you just sit on your ass all day like the rest of us? I swear to God, my mom wishes you were her child.”
Jinki pauses, before grinning and wrapping Taemin in a hug. “Naw,” he replies. “You’re excited to be working with me. Because you looooooove me.”
Taemin giggles at Jinki’s antics, and the older boy knows he’s won. With no one left to serve (all the movies have already started), he gets down to the serious business of tickling his best friend. And then stops when Taemin threatens to throw up all over him.
Wheezing, Taemin asks, “Why were you acting so weird anyway?”
Jinki blushes. “No reason,” he says, turning back to the slushie machine and fiddling with it, his face burning red.
“Jinki,” Taemin says, clearly not amused.
Jinki ignores him.
“Jinki,” Taemin says insistently.
There’s a moment of silence.
“You realize you’re getting blueberry slushie all over you converses,” Taemin adds.
Jinki jumps back from the machine, leaving a melting blue puddle of sugar and ice by the machine.
“Now tell me what’s going on,” Taemin orders in his no nonsense voice.
Jinki whimpers.
Taemin stares.
Jinki caves.
“I-It was that guy,” he admits. “I just. I’ve never. He was… Well. He was very, very attractive.”
Taemin looks at him incredulously, before bursting into laughter. “Is that it?” he asks. “You freaked out because the guy was hot?”
Jinki mumbles unintelligibly, scuffing his wet shoes against the already sticky linoleum floor.
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lmao I like your Taemin, anon.
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