[Fanfic] Superhero
Title: Superhero
Author: hikarinoniji
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor, romance, a bit of angst.
Wordcount: 2651
Pairing: Ontae
Summary: In which Jink is a superhero who’s forgotten how to fly and where Taemin thinks growing up sucks when you have the face of a 16 year old girl.
A high shriek fills the kitchen and four pairs of eyes look up to see their teary eyed leader standing next to the sink, plate still in hands as he balances on one foot.
“Bumped my toe,” he announces, voice so small that it’s almost hard to believe he is the eldest of the group. His fat lower lip is sucked between his teeth as he bites back another whine, and Taemin almost feels sorry for him. Almost.
“Well, don’t you just stand there, sit down and let me take a look at it, we have another concert in two days, we can’t afford injuries,” Kibum barks as he directs the elder towards the chair next to him.
The eldest gives him a kicked puppy look, one that asks for a more gentle treatment but knows it won’t get one. He remains in his spot a little longer as a faint act of rebellion before obliging silently, settling on the seat that has been assigned to him.
“Whipped,” Jonghyun says between coughs and Taemin can’t help his face from crunching in distaste. He doesn’t know whether he is mortified at the thought of Jinki and Kibum together, or just the mere thought of Jink being in a relationship, but Kibum gives him no time to wonder.
“As if,” he huffs indignantly, nose wrinkled, as he examines the toe and silently concludes that it’s not broken. He pats Jinki’s firm thigh, and turns back to his half eaten breakfast, complied with another scowl in Jonghyun’s direction.
Jinki just sits there, and smiles sheepishly, not taking offense, never taking offense as he starts eating his own breakfast.
“Moron,” Taemin hisses underneath his breath, and when he catches Minho’s (who has been pretending to be either deaf or stupid the entire breakfast long) questioning gaze he mumbles, “I’m not hungry anymore.”
Taemin drops off his plate on his way towards the living room where he clumsily bumps his toe against the coffee table.
A string of colorful curses that make Kibum gasp, and Jonghyun snicker proudly release his mouth as he waddles towards the bedroom thinking, ‘great, now even his stupid condition is infectious.’
When after a round of FIFA 2012 the controller of their beloved Playstation hits the wall, complied with a furious screech, Minho decides to pry. (After all, Taemin should be used to losing to him by now, so he’s pretty sure that’s not the cause of this sudden fit of rage.)
“I have the feeling this is not about the game,” he softly tries, but all it earns him return is a glare as the younger male crawls off the couch to retrieve the game controller.
When Taemin is back on the cushions, snug in his spot and back in position for another round, Minho wiggles his feet, wondering If he should go for attempt number two. Sometimes he wishes his brother had tried to talk to him more when he was young because he has absolutely no idea to approach Taemin, who pretends to ignore his worried gaze.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he ends up asking.
Instead of answering, the maknae opens the game menu as he mumbles, “don’t you think Jinki hyung used to be way cooler?”
This isn’t quite the answer Minho had hoped to get, but it does confirm the fact that Taemin’s recent moods have something to do with their leader. He shrugs as his slim fingers clench around his own controller and shakes his head, “not really, no.”
Taemin shoots him a look from underneath his messy bangs and Minho wonders whether he should have just agreed with the youngest. He shuffles slightly uncomfortable in his seat and realizes it would have been for the best if he just would have let Kibum handle this. He’s not sure whether what he is doing is right, so he justifies himself by clarifying his answer.
“I mean, Onew hyung is always cool, or always tries to be cool, but Jinki hyung is just Jinki hyung, has always been Jinki hyung. I don’t think he changed… “ Minho mutters as he directs one of the little players towards the goal, “… much.”
Next to him he can hear Taemin sigh, but he is too busy with scoring a goal to really pay attention. When he finally directs his attention to his side again, to rub another pending victory in Taemin’s face, he notices the seat next to him is empty.
“Yah!” he yells indignantly, but a door at the other end of the dorm slams close and Minho figures he will have to play by himself now.
When Taemin comes back from his weekly outing with Jongin he finds Jinki sound asleep on the couch. A part of him feels like pulling the elder from his slumber, another forces himself to sit down and study the leader’s face.
The lines that prove that Jinki indeed ages look sharp and harsh in the dim light of their living room and it’s only then that Taemin realizes that even asleep Jinki looks tired. Without his bright smile and eyes sparkling with mirth he looks so much older than his twenty-two years of age and for the first time in a long time Taemin genuinely feels sorry for him.
He leans his back against the couch and closes his eyes, thinking back about the days when they had just debuted. He remembers Jinki as one big ball of energy, effortlessly pulling everyone through the day. A trustworthy older brother they could all lean on.
He remembers being young and amazed by the lengths Jinki’s voice could go. By his attitude that brushed his fails off like they were nothing. He also remembers being hurt when he found out the person he had been depending on was scared and depressed without informing him. Everyone knew, except for Taemin.
He frowns and opens his eyes, the feeling of sorrow slowly fading away and making place for the ever so apparent anger that has been pestering him lately.
“You used to be so cool, like a superhero…” he mumbles before getting up and fleeing into his and Jonghyun’s shared bedroom.
In the living room Jinki’s lips curl into a sad smile.
Jinki is drunk, really drunk. He giggles, and clings a little bit too tightly to Donghae’s shoulder. Taemin watches them, follows their every movement. He leans against the doorpost, eyes squinted and arms folded over one another. He wonders in silence who he’d rather like to hit, Jinki or Donghae.
Jinki who decided to go out and get drunk with Donghae or Donghae who smiles a little bit too bright as his lips graze Jinki’s ear when he whispers something obviously really funny.
He can feel his blood boil, and suddenly there’s the urge to rip Jinki away from the elder man. To slam the door in Donghae’s face, and make him wait for his taxi in front of the dorm instead of inside. He shakes his head and turns away, he doesn’t want to see it anymore.
A little while later, Taemin is dozing off when he hears the door to his room opening. A faint trail of light from the hallway tickles his eyelids but he refuses to look who it is. Jonghyun is visiting his sister for the weekend so he blindly assumes it’s Kibum, trying to steal one of the older boy’s shirts.
He knows he’s wrong when the scent of alcohol overwhelms him, and he feels a weight pressing onto his mattress. He contemplates whether to scowl at the other man or not, but when two strong arms warp around his thin waist he decides to wait for what will happen.
“You’re really pretty,” Jinki mumbles sheepishly to what he assumes is a sleeping Taemin. His tongue is thick with alcohol, and Taemin wants to scream that he is not a sixteen year old girl, such compliments won’t phase him. He remains silent however, keeping up the façade of being asleep.
“I’m sorry I forgot how to fly Taemin-ah,” Jinki’s soft voice slurs dangerously close near his ear, followed plush lips gently press against his cheek. The weight disappears then, taking the light with it as the door closes.
Taemin screams into his pillow.
Taemin isn’t sure whether Jinki remembers what he did last night but he if he does he is doing an amazing job at hiding it. During dinner he chats animatedly with Kibum about his musical and possible future projects. Much like what happened with Donghae, Taemin can feel his insides twist and turn.
He tells himself it’s because Jinki is not compatible to be in a relationship with anyone. Because he is not fit to be drunk and clingy, or charming and chatty. Because it’s wrong. Everything about him is wrong.
“Taemin-ah,” Jinki’s soft voice rings through the kitchen, pulling the young man out of his thoughts. When the maknae looks up his eyes meet a dazzling smile.
For a brief moment he remembers the incident from a few days back. Jinki, tired, old looking Jinki being asleep on the couch. The marks of his stressful life drawn all over his face. They are carefully hidden now between white teeth and crescent shaped eyes.
The youngest wrinkles his nose lightly by means of a response and Jinki mumbles, “you and Minho can play your game in the living room, Kibum and I will do the dishes together.”
Taemin shrugs, and doesn’t bother to thank the elder, even though it was his turn to clean up tonight. The words ‘Kibum and I’ annoy him more than they should, and it doesn’t take long before he gets off his seat and places his plate in the sink.
The scraping of a chair against the tiling follows and from the corner of his eyes he can see Minho doing the same. The tall man allows his hand to rest on Jinki’s shoulder for the briefest moment before he follows Taemin suit into the living room.
They haven’t even connected their controllers yet or there’s already the sound of a plate shattering against the ceramics and Jinki’s flustered voice, profoundly apologizing.
Taemin rolls his eyes and snorts softly, shaking his head at Kibum’s soft, reassuring voice that tries to calm down their obviously embarrassed leader.
“Can you believe that?” He asks Minho who remains silent, “I can’t believe he changed so much. Into this.”
“I can’t believe you changed into this,” Minho quickly retorts and Taemin looks over his shoulder because he’s not used to the edge in the older male’s voice. When the younger meets Minho’s glare he knows he has said something wrong, and bites his lower lip in frustration. He wants to blame Jinki again but a voice in the back of his head, the voice of reason that has kept its mouth shut for far too long, finally chimes in and tells him not to. Taemin knows better.
Probably has known better for a really long time.
“Have you ever, considered the possibility that you are the one who changed?” Minho asks calmly, though the fire in his eyes is one that Taemin recognizes all too well. He shrugs helplessly and Minho continues.
“I told you the other time, Jinki hyung is still Jinki hyung,” there is a soft humorless chuckle, “I thought you were smarter than this, that you would get the hint. Taemin, Jinki hyung was never cool, never tried to be cool, it was just the way you saw him. The way you wanted him to be because you needed someone to look up to.
“But the moment you grew older and realized he wasn’t perfect, you decided to turn your back on him. And why? Because he didn’t manage to reach the clouds like you always thought he would? Do you really care about him so little?”
“No…” Taemin’s voice breaks as he gets up from the couch, “no I don’t.”
That’s when he gets up and starts running. In a rush he grabs the wrong pair of shoes from the rack but it doesn’t matter because he can hear Minho’s footsteps following him. He brushes past Jonghyun in the door opening, hoping the older male and his confusion will stall Minho for long enough for him to escape. Down the stairs and through the corridor, Taemin bolts out of the small apartment complex as fast as his feet can take him.
It feels like the fog in his mind is finally cleared and all that’s left is Jinki. Jinki and his infectious warm smile, his big hands that feel perfect around Taemin’s, his soft brown eyes and the way he always looks out for everyone.
Jinki is stupid. Dorky. He’s a klutz with two left feet and if anything, he’s not cool at all.
But Taemin is in love with him. So helplessly, painfully in love that he can’t stand it. It’s not Jinki that he resents, he realizes that now, it’s the jealousy, the painful throbbing in his heart whenever the elder fails to look his way. It’s so stupid. So childish and Taemin wonders why he didn’t see it sooner. Why no one pointed it out sooner.
Finally, he stops running. He’s tired and sad. Angry at himself, and, selfishly, a little bit at Minho, because he could have said something before everything blew up in his face.
He plops down on a swing in the park that is a few blocks away from their apartment, hoping that someone will find him because he has no idea how to come home on his own. He is scared to face Minho and even more to meet Jinki. He studies the noses whoever’s shoes he just stole and chews on his lower lip, wondering how long he can sit here before he’s forced back to go back to the dorm one way or another.
He is so absorbed in his own thoughts that the two hands that grab his shoulders and shake him a little startle him. He shrieks before his bewildered eyes meet Jinki’s.
Jinki’s eyes look worried and tired and relieved and so warm and comfortable that Taemin wastes no time and falls into his arms and clings to the older man like he hasn’t done in ages. Jinki still smells like lemon and cayenne like he used to, still holds back onto Taemin and allows the younger boy to crawl against his chest like a lost child.
The only difference is that Taemin is taller and even slightly buffer than he used to be, nothing like a child, and instead of always being lost he finally found his way back.
“I’m sorry Taeminnie,” Jinki mumbles softly in auburn hair but Taemin shakes his head because he has no idea what Jinki is apologizing for.
“Please don’t say that hyung, if anyone has to feel sorry it’s me. I’m sorry.”
When he pulls away from the elder’s chest, he sees Jinki is smiling again, his plush lips comfortably curled up at the corners and his eyes nearly disappearing. He feels guilty, so guilty because in the end it’s Jinki that went looking for him and found him, despite all his bratty antics.
“You’re my superhero,” Taemin mumbles softly and before Jinki can open his mouth to protest Taemin presses their lips together in a soft kiss.
“Growing up sucks,” he mumbles against Jinki’s lips whenever he breaks away for air, “but you’re still a superhero.”
It’s only then that he notices Jinki hasn’t moved yet. Hasn’t spoken yet either.
For a moment Taemin’s afraid he shouldn’t have kissed the older, that he’s on the verge of being rejected, but when firm arms curl around his waist and pull him possibly closer for another kiss he knows it for sure.
Jinki will always be a superhero, albeit one who sometimes forgets how to fly.
And Taemin is hopelessly in love with him.
Author: hikarinoniji
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor, romance, a bit of angst.
Wordcount: 2651
Pairing: Ontae
Summary: In which Jink is a superhero who’s forgotten how to fly and where Taemin thinks growing up sucks when you have the face of a 16 year old girl.
A high shriek fills the kitchen and four pairs of eyes look up to see their teary eyed leader standing next to the sink, plate still in hands as he balances on one foot.
“Bumped my toe,” he announces, voice so small that it’s almost hard to believe he is the eldest of the group. His fat lower lip is sucked between his teeth as he bites back another whine, and Taemin almost feels sorry for him. Almost.
“Well, don’t you just stand there, sit down and let me take a look at it, we have another concert in two days, we can’t afford injuries,” Kibum barks as he directs the elder towards the chair next to him.
The eldest gives him a kicked puppy look, one that asks for a more gentle treatment but knows it won’t get one. He remains in his spot a little longer as a faint act of rebellion before obliging silently, settling on the seat that has been assigned to him.
“Whipped,” Jonghyun says between coughs and Taemin can’t help his face from crunching in distaste. He doesn’t know whether he is mortified at the thought of Jinki and Kibum together, or just the mere thought of Jink being in a relationship, but Kibum gives him no time to wonder.
“As if,” he huffs indignantly, nose wrinkled, as he examines the toe and silently concludes that it’s not broken. He pats Jinki’s firm thigh, and turns back to his half eaten breakfast, complied with another scowl in Jonghyun’s direction.
Jinki just sits there, and smiles sheepishly, not taking offense, never taking offense as he starts eating his own breakfast.
“Moron,” Taemin hisses underneath his breath, and when he catches Minho’s (who has been pretending to be either deaf or stupid the entire breakfast long) questioning gaze he mumbles, “I’m not hungry anymore.”
Taemin drops off his plate on his way towards the living room where he clumsily bumps his toe against the coffee table.
A string of colorful curses that make Kibum gasp, and Jonghyun snicker proudly release his mouth as he waddles towards the bedroom thinking, ‘great, now even his stupid condition is infectious.’
When after a round of FIFA 2012 the controller of their beloved Playstation hits the wall, complied with a furious screech, Minho decides to pry. (After all, Taemin should be used to losing to him by now, so he’s pretty sure that’s not the cause of this sudden fit of rage.)
“I have the feeling this is not about the game,” he softly tries, but all it earns him return is a glare as the younger male crawls off the couch to retrieve the game controller.
When Taemin is back on the cushions, snug in his spot and back in position for another round, Minho wiggles his feet, wondering If he should go for attempt number two. Sometimes he wishes his brother had tried to talk to him more when he was young because he has absolutely no idea to approach Taemin, who pretends to ignore his worried gaze.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he ends up asking.
Instead of answering, the maknae opens the game menu as he mumbles, “don’t you think Jinki hyung used to be way cooler?”
This isn’t quite the answer Minho had hoped to get, but it does confirm the fact that Taemin’s recent moods have something to do with their leader. He shrugs as his slim fingers clench around his own controller and shakes his head, “not really, no.”
Taemin shoots him a look from underneath his messy bangs and Minho wonders whether he should have just agreed with the youngest. He shuffles slightly uncomfortable in his seat and realizes it would have been for the best if he just would have let Kibum handle this. He’s not sure whether what he is doing is right, so he justifies himself by clarifying his answer.
“I mean, Onew hyung is always cool, or always tries to be cool, but Jinki hyung is just Jinki hyung, has always been Jinki hyung. I don’t think he changed… “ Minho mutters as he directs one of the little players towards the goal, “… much.”
Next to him he can hear Taemin sigh, but he is too busy with scoring a goal to really pay attention. When he finally directs his attention to his side again, to rub another pending victory in Taemin’s face, he notices the seat next to him is empty.
“Yah!” he yells indignantly, but a door at the other end of the dorm slams close and Minho figures he will have to play by himself now.
When Taemin comes back from his weekly outing with Jongin he finds Jinki sound asleep on the couch. A part of him feels like pulling the elder from his slumber, another forces himself to sit down and study the leader’s face.
The lines that prove that Jinki indeed ages look sharp and harsh in the dim light of their living room and it’s only then that Taemin realizes that even asleep Jinki looks tired. Without his bright smile and eyes sparkling with mirth he looks so much older than his twenty-two years of age and for the first time in a long time Taemin genuinely feels sorry for him.
He leans his back against the couch and closes his eyes, thinking back about the days when they had just debuted. He remembers Jinki as one big ball of energy, effortlessly pulling everyone through the day. A trustworthy older brother they could all lean on.
He remembers being young and amazed by the lengths Jinki’s voice could go. By his attitude that brushed his fails off like they were nothing. He also remembers being hurt when he found out the person he had been depending on was scared and depressed without informing him. Everyone knew, except for Taemin.
He frowns and opens his eyes, the feeling of sorrow slowly fading away and making place for the ever so apparent anger that has been pestering him lately.
“You used to be so cool, like a superhero…” he mumbles before getting up and fleeing into his and Jonghyun’s shared bedroom.
In the living room Jinki’s lips curl into a sad smile.
Jinki is drunk, really drunk. He giggles, and clings a little bit too tightly to Donghae’s shoulder. Taemin watches them, follows their every movement. He leans against the doorpost, eyes squinted and arms folded over one another. He wonders in silence who he’d rather like to hit, Jinki or Donghae.
Jinki who decided to go out and get drunk with Donghae or Donghae who smiles a little bit too bright as his lips graze Jinki’s ear when he whispers something obviously really funny.
He can feel his blood boil, and suddenly there’s the urge to rip Jinki away from the elder man. To slam the door in Donghae’s face, and make him wait for his taxi in front of the dorm instead of inside. He shakes his head and turns away, he doesn’t want to see it anymore.
A little while later, Taemin is dozing off when he hears the door to his room opening. A faint trail of light from the hallway tickles his eyelids but he refuses to look who it is. Jonghyun is visiting his sister for the weekend so he blindly assumes it’s Kibum, trying to steal one of the older boy’s shirts.
He knows he’s wrong when the scent of alcohol overwhelms him, and he feels a weight pressing onto his mattress. He contemplates whether to scowl at the other man or not, but when two strong arms warp around his thin waist he decides to wait for what will happen.
“You’re really pretty,” Jinki mumbles sheepishly to what he assumes is a sleeping Taemin. His tongue is thick with alcohol, and Taemin wants to scream that he is not a sixteen year old girl, such compliments won’t phase him. He remains silent however, keeping up the façade of being asleep.
“I’m sorry I forgot how to fly Taemin-ah,” Jinki’s soft voice slurs dangerously close near his ear, followed plush lips gently press against his cheek. The weight disappears then, taking the light with it as the door closes.
Taemin screams into his pillow.
Taemin isn’t sure whether Jinki remembers what he did last night but he if he does he is doing an amazing job at hiding it. During dinner he chats animatedly with Kibum about his musical and possible future projects. Much like what happened with Donghae, Taemin can feel his insides twist and turn.
He tells himself it’s because Jinki is not compatible to be in a relationship with anyone. Because he is not fit to be drunk and clingy, or charming and chatty. Because it’s wrong. Everything about him is wrong.
“Taemin-ah,” Jinki’s soft voice rings through the kitchen, pulling the young man out of his thoughts. When the maknae looks up his eyes meet a dazzling smile.
For a brief moment he remembers the incident from a few days back. Jinki, tired, old looking Jinki being asleep on the couch. The marks of his stressful life drawn all over his face. They are carefully hidden now between white teeth and crescent shaped eyes.
The youngest wrinkles his nose lightly by means of a response and Jinki mumbles, “you and Minho can play your game in the living room, Kibum and I will do the dishes together.”
Taemin shrugs, and doesn’t bother to thank the elder, even though it was his turn to clean up tonight. The words ‘Kibum and I’ annoy him more than they should, and it doesn’t take long before he gets off his seat and places his plate in the sink.
The scraping of a chair against the tiling follows and from the corner of his eyes he can see Minho doing the same. The tall man allows his hand to rest on Jinki’s shoulder for the briefest moment before he follows Taemin suit into the living room.
They haven’t even connected their controllers yet or there’s already the sound of a plate shattering against the ceramics and Jinki’s flustered voice, profoundly apologizing.
Taemin rolls his eyes and snorts softly, shaking his head at Kibum’s soft, reassuring voice that tries to calm down their obviously embarrassed leader.
“Can you believe that?” He asks Minho who remains silent, “I can’t believe he changed so much. Into this.”
“I can’t believe you changed into this,” Minho quickly retorts and Taemin looks over his shoulder because he’s not used to the edge in the older male’s voice. When the younger meets Minho’s glare he knows he has said something wrong, and bites his lower lip in frustration. He wants to blame Jinki again but a voice in the back of his head, the voice of reason that has kept its mouth shut for far too long, finally chimes in and tells him not to. Taemin knows better.
Probably has known better for a really long time.
“Have you ever, considered the possibility that you are the one who changed?” Minho asks calmly, though the fire in his eyes is one that Taemin recognizes all too well. He shrugs helplessly and Minho continues.
“I told you the other time, Jinki hyung is still Jinki hyung,” there is a soft humorless chuckle, “I thought you were smarter than this, that you would get the hint. Taemin, Jinki hyung was never cool, never tried to be cool, it was just the way you saw him. The way you wanted him to be because you needed someone to look up to.
“But the moment you grew older and realized he wasn’t perfect, you decided to turn your back on him. And why? Because he didn’t manage to reach the clouds like you always thought he would? Do you really care about him so little?”
“No…” Taemin’s voice breaks as he gets up from the couch, “no I don’t.”
That’s when he gets up and starts running. In a rush he grabs the wrong pair of shoes from the rack but it doesn’t matter because he can hear Minho’s footsteps following him. He brushes past Jonghyun in the door opening, hoping the older male and his confusion will stall Minho for long enough for him to escape. Down the stairs and through the corridor, Taemin bolts out of the small apartment complex as fast as his feet can take him.
It feels like the fog in his mind is finally cleared and all that’s left is Jinki. Jinki and his infectious warm smile, his big hands that feel perfect around Taemin’s, his soft brown eyes and the way he always looks out for everyone.
Jinki is stupid. Dorky. He’s a klutz with two left feet and if anything, he’s not cool at all.
But Taemin is in love with him. So helplessly, painfully in love that he can’t stand it. It’s not Jinki that he resents, he realizes that now, it’s the jealousy, the painful throbbing in his heart whenever the elder fails to look his way. It’s so stupid. So childish and Taemin wonders why he didn’t see it sooner. Why no one pointed it out sooner.
Finally, he stops running. He’s tired and sad. Angry at himself, and, selfishly, a little bit at Minho, because he could have said something before everything blew up in his face.
He plops down on a swing in the park that is a few blocks away from their apartment, hoping that someone will find him because he has no idea how to come home on his own. He is scared to face Minho and even more to meet Jinki. He studies the noses whoever’s shoes he just stole and chews on his lower lip, wondering how long he can sit here before he’s forced back to go back to the dorm one way or another.
He is so absorbed in his own thoughts that the two hands that grab his shoulders and shake him a little startle him. He shrieks before his bewildered eyes meet Jinki’s.
Jinki’s eyes look worried and tired and relieved and so warm and comfortable that Taemin wastes no time and falls into his arms and clings to the older man like he hasn’t done in ages. Jinki still smells like lemon and cayenne like he used to, still holds back onto Taemin and allows the younger boy to crawl against his chest like a lost child.
The only difference is that Taemin is taller and even slightly buffer than he used to be, nothing like a child, and instead of always being lost he finally found his way back.
“I’m sorry Taeminnie,” Jinki mumbles softly in auburn hair but Taemin shakes his head because he has no idea what Jinki is apologizing for.
“Please don’t say that hyung, if anyone has to feel sorry it’s me. I’m sorry.”
When he pulls away from the elder’s chest, he sees Jinki is smiling again, his plush lips comfortably curled up at the corners and his eyes nearly disappearing. He feels guilty, so guilty because in the end it’s Jinki that went looking for him and found him, despite all his bratty antics.
“You’re my superhero,” Taemin mumbles softly and before Jinki can open his mouth to protest Taemin presses their lips together in a soft kiss.
“Growing up sucks,” he mumbles against Jinki’s lips whenever he breaks away for air, “but you’re still a superhero.”
It’s only then that he notices Jinki hasn’t moved yet. Hasn’t spoken yet either.
For a moment Taemin’s afraid he shouldn’t have kissed the older, that he’s on the verge of being rejected, but when firm arms curl around his waist and pull him possibly closer for another kiss he knows it for sure.
Jinki will always be a superhero, albeit one who sometimes forgets how to fly.
And Taemin is hopelessly in love with him.