Art of Love
Title: Art of Love
Author: Aznmen
Rating: PG
Pairings: YehSung x Taemin
Genre: AU, school!verse, Drama, Romance
Summary: There are two things that Taemin wants to do. The first being to go google-eyed over Yehsung’s look and voice and actions and then maybe even lick Yehsung’s collarbone but that’d be weird, so he figured he probably shouldn’t do that
A/N: Although this is a chaptered fic, each story will be able to be read like a one-shot :D So I'm dubbing this as a 'multi-shot' fic~ Enjoy! :D
When Taemin first sets eyes on Yehsung, it was as a double take. Yehsung was a boy with slicked back hair, eyes rimmed with kohl, and wearing an outfit that seemed like he was poured into it. He exuded confidence and when he speaks to the boy beside him (smoky, sensual and erotic), it makes Taemin melt.
There are two things that Taemin wants to do. The first being to go google-eyed over Yehsung’s look and voice and actions and then maybe even lick Yehsung’s collarbone but that’d be weird, so he figured he probably shouldn’t do that. Instead, Taemin ends up following behind Yehsung and his friend (KyuHyun), listening to them talk about nothing and everything in particular. They mention names and faces, events and dates - nothing really means anything to Taemin, he’s just happy to hear Yehsung talk - and finally they stop at a classroom door.
“Did you want anything in particular, freshman?” KyuHyun asks him quietly, not even looking at him, and Taemin jumps in surprise.
“Em. No. Not really - well, actually. I need to get to…” Taemin pulls out his schedule hurriedly, finding an excuse, “this room? It’s first period, but I’m not sure where it is, and you two seemed like you knew where you were going, but you were talking, and I didn’t want to interrupt, so really-“
“You talk a lot for being so little.” And Yehsung was speaking to him. To him. Lee Taemin. Freshman. He wanted to melt into a little pile of goo, but then Yehsung might step on him, and that wouldn’t be good either.
“I’m almost as tall as you.” Taemin counters.
Yehsung flinches backwards, puts a hand to his head in an overdramatic move and falls against KyuHyun’s chest. “Oh my goodness, my dearest KyuHyun.”
KyuHyun simply pats him over the head, “It’s that way, past the bathrooms, left of the teacher’s lounge, and next to the cafeteria. You’d better hurry the bell’s about to-“ A shrill clang starts, and KyuHyun pulls Yehsung past the door barrier, “ring.”
Taemin runs off, hearing “Cho KyuHyun, Kim JongOon, what are you doing late on the very first day back to school?”
(Taemin himself arrives two minutes after the bell. He finds a seat, and the teacher upon hearing his heavy breathing and seeing the worried look, simply waves it off “Just because it’s the first day, you hear?”)
Within the first week, Taemin has memorized Yehsung’s (JongOon? Which one to use?) schedule by rote, but constantly has to refer back to the paper sheet for his own next class.
He smiles and simpers for Yehsung, starts to style his hair a bit (or rather - asks his mother to help him style his hair in the morning), and even tries to wear eyeliner (ending in a black dot in the middle of his eye, and all makeup supplies locked up in his mother’s closet). Yehsung smirks at him sometimes, which makes his heart do little leaps and bounds for joy, but something was missing.
So he watches closer, but stays a safe distance away - he doesn’t want to be shooed by Yehsung’s friends, and wonders if maybe he should actually talk to his idol.
It’s early in the morning, Taemin had cheered himself on several times before finally getting the sudden ‘it’s now or never’ urge. With tiny steps in his brand new oversized shoes (the shoelaces tucked inside, bothering his ankles), tight pants that make it hard to breath ‘which doesn’t even make sense’ he berates himself ‘I don’t have any lungs down there’, and shaking hands, Taemin approaches Yehsung, “Good morning…”
Now, if Taemin had properly watched Yehsung, he would’ve known that Yehsung was anything but a morning person. In fact, Yehsung in the morning could make the rest of your day bad, but a Yehsung in the morning without his coffee could ruin your entire week.
‘What the fuck.’ Yehsung thinks, “What the fuck?”
Startled by the language, Taemin only stutters, “Hy-hyung?”
“What’s with you anyway?” Yehsung steps closer to Taemin, almost grinning sardonically when the boy backs up, “You always follow me like you’re in love, and you try to wear what I wear. You never say hello, or anything really, until now. And I don’t even have any fucking coffee. What the fuck do you want?”
“I d-don’t try to wear what you wear, I ju-just lik-ke the sty-style. A-And. Um. I. Well. I’m sorry - for bothering you, in the, or something. Um.” Taemin backs up farther, looking down into his hands. “I do-don’t. Um. I… sorry!” Taemin pushes past Yehsung, dashing for his first period class. He scuttles to his seat and sets his head on the cool desktop. The hot tears spill down his cheeks, and Taemin quickly stifles a sob, wiping his face with his hands.
His heart throbs sullenly from inside his chest, and he sniffles quietly.
A slight jolt of regret goes through Yehsung’s mind, but caffeine withdrawal shoos it away, and instead, Yehsung rests his head against the locker. KyuHyun comes up beside him, lays a hand on Yehsung’s shoulder - “Did you finally get rid of the freshman?”
“Mm.” Yehsung murmurs, “He wanted something or other, kinda scared him off.”
KyuHyun pushes a thermos into Yehsung’s limp hand, “You forgot your coffee this morning.”
“’s this black?”
“No, it’s white. Of course it’s black, idiot, that’s the only type you’ll drink.”
Yehsung sips it carefully, “Do you think I hurt his feelings? I kinda liked the little bugger.”
“You in the morning? He’ll prolly never want to talk to you again.” KyuHyun grins.
Yehsung groans, turns, and hits his head on the open locker.
Over the next few days, the lack of the small freshman caused several of his friends to worry. “Do you think he’s sick?” Ryeowook asks, tugging on Yehsung’s shirt insistently.
“I got mad at him.”
Ryeowook draws back in shock, “Not in the morning, surely.” His grimace was answer enough. “But he was cute. He would’ve been a good influence on you, Yehsung.
“I’m not really that bad.”
“Yes. You are.”
Chewing on his lip, Taemin listens to the teacher idly, doodling little figures of him and Yehsung all over the margins. Maybe it was just the one time, I mean, he can’t be that mad at me for never saying hi. He draws big smiles on each of their faces, and on second thought, adds a dragon’s tongue to Yehsung’s. But even so, it was harsh!
He scribbles a few notes, and then keeps drawing. He gives details to Yehsung’s picture, adding a lip ring (oh my goodness, imagine if he did… that would be -), darkening the eyeliner, and giving him a few more rings with dragon decals.
“Mr. Lee, what do we have here?”
Taemin gasps audibly, “Em. Notes, and - pictures.”
“Pictures of what?” The teacher reaches out to take hold of Taemin’s notebook paper, but Taemin grabs it hurriedly.
“Did you know that it’s scientifically proven that students remember material better when they’re allowed to draw or write all over their notes?” The two have eyes locked, and the other students look with interest. Taemin adds, “And write in colours.”
They stare for awhile more, “Google it.” Taemin whispers.
It’s been two weeks, and Taemin has decided that maybe he’ll try it again, following Yehsung, that is. He’s cautious, sneaking up to Yehsung with tip-toes, and trying to hold his breath.
However, one of Yehsung’s friends sees him, breaks into a grin, “Yehsung your freshman is back!”
Yehsung stops his walk, looks back curiously, and then keeps walking, a little faster than before. Ryeowook grins, and pokes Yehsung in the side, “You. You. You.” He laughs a little, and waves to Taemin when they walk inside the classroom. “You should’ve seen the grin on his face.”
Taemin continues to follow Yehsung, getting closer each time, smiling, grinning, and even talking (or rather, greeting, since anything farther than that makes Taemin’s heart do all sorts of weird things). Soon enough, Taemin and Yehsung walk together, chatting animatedly (on Yehsung’s part) and sometimes Yehsung offers to help with Taemin’s homework. They find out quickly enough that anything Yehsung says in English sounds like German, that Taemin is in fact in a higher Maths class than Yehsung, and that Yehsung’s definition of ‘history’ is anything within the past week.
Taemin ends up helping Yehsung with Maths, and becomes a regular fixture at the Kim residence. He plays around in Yehsung’s closet, trying on all the different clothes, sitting back and watching himself in the mirror when Yehsung styles his hair, and he’s the one that convinces Yehsung to get that lip ring.
“Are you sure it looks good?” Yehsung asks for the trillionth time, touching the healing lip carefully.
“Well, it’s still a bit swollen, but I think it’ll look really nice.” Taemin takes Yehsung’s hand away from his lip, “It won’t heal right if you keep playing with it.”
The proximity of the two seemed to register suddenly in both of their minds at the same time. Yehsung looks away, a red tinge growing on his cheeks, and Taemin drops Yehsung’s hand.
It’s been five weeks and three days since Taemin has set his eyes on Yehsung. Taemin waits for Yehsung at his locker, whining “Hyung~ Why are you taking so long? All the buses are going to leave, and we’ll have to walk!”
“I live close enough to the school, walking isn’t a big deal.”
“Hyung~ Why won’t you hurry up?”
“I’m waiting for something.”
“Waiting for what? I’m beside you and ready!”
Yehsung’s silent for a moment more, and Taemin bounces on his heels with impatience. “Come on, Hyung, there’s hardly anyone here.”
“Really?” Yehsung perks up, “Lemme show you something real quick.”
“Hyung~”, Taemin whines, but Yehsung grabs his hands, pulls him down a hallway, and puts both of their stuff down. “Hyung?”
“I think - and, really I’m not sure about it really, but I thought -“
“-Hyung?”
“Maybe I might be wrong, but-“
“-Hyung, what are you talking about?” Taemin’s eyes have grown big as Yehsung comes closer.
Yehsung puts his hands on either side of Taemin’s head, “I’m talking about,” he leans closer, eyes softening, and breath quickening, “this.”
He puts his lips against Taemin’s lightly, almost as if asking for permission to succeed the conquest. Taemin is quiet, unmoving, and for a second, Yehsung doubts, his heart pumps rapidly, and it hurts so badly because he might’ve just ruined everything, and - “Hyung.”
Yehsung pulls back, picks his things up, not meeting Taemin’s eyes. He starts to walk away, starts to feel his heart crack (maybe even his exterior, is it showing?) when-
Taemin pulls Yehsung’s arm back, pushes him against a wall and presses his lips to Yehsung’s so fiercely that neither of them can really breathe. Rather than a kiss, it seems like he’s squishing him, but both are so happy that they don’t really care.
A/N: I hope you liked? I absolutely adore this pairing btw :D
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